Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to suppress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act on them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In this story the characters have decided not to repress their sexual desires and fantasies-and for some of them they must suffer the consequences, while others find ultimate happiness.
BILLY'S HORNY AUNT-a story that deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts us all in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on the solutions of others. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Why did he call you a cunt?"
Sharon asked her sister bluntly, a slightly amused expression on her face. They were only a year apart in age. Sharon was divorced and Cindy seemed to be getting very close to one. There had been growing trouble in Cindy's marriage for some time, and Sharon had been watching them from the sidelines, waiting for the obvious outcome.
"Because I said he didn't have any balls,"
Cindy replied.
"Then he should have called you a cunt," Sharon laughed, an easy, lazy sound. "A man can't stand being told he has no balls. That was your mistake, Cindy."
"Well, it's true, Sharon. The best he can do is get it up once a week. Sean goes around with a hard-on more than my husband does."
"Sean?" Sharon asked, a strange light coming into her eyes. "Have you been looking at your son, Cindy?"
The arch of Sharon's eyebrows gave strength to her meaning.
"No, I haven't," Cindy said. "But what can I do when he prances about, bulging in his pants, not caring who sees it?"
"You don't have to look," Sharon suggested.
"Are you joking? Sharon, how could I not look?"
Sharon leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, looking intently at her sister.
"No, Cindy," Sharon said softly, "I'm not joking at all. You don't have to look at him."
"Listen, Sharon," Cindy said. "I'd like to see you keep from looking at a hard-on when it's practically in your face all the time."
"We're talking about you, not me," Sharon said.
"I know," Cindy sighed. "You'd grab it, if I know you. You'd grab his cock and jerk it out and-"
"Why not?" Sharon said. "A hard-on is a hard-on."
"But Sean is my son, your nephew, Sharon."
"So?"
Cindy looked hard at her sister, then burst out laughing.
"I think you would," she said. "You really would!"
"You can bet on it," Sharon replied. "I'm being honest, Cindy. If I was still married, and my husband wouldn't fuck me, you can bet I'd find somebody who would, even if it was my son."
Cindy stared at Sharon for a long time, then in a hesitant voice asked: "Sharon, are you fucking Billy?"
For a moment Sharon didn't answer.
The sisters had always been close and were still close. They had never kept secrets from each other. Growing up, they had double dated and each had known what the other had done with her boyfriends. They knew when each had been fucked the first time, what they felt when it happened. They discussed their boyfriends, comparing cocks and balls in the dark of night, in bed together. They had married within a week of each other, both having a son within a month of each other. They lived a block away from each other now.
"Why should you be mad because he called you a cunt? You are, aren't you?"
"It sounds so dirty," Cindy said. "That's one part of me, my cunt, but there's more to me than what's between my legs."
"I don't think it's dirty at all," Sharon said. "I'm a cunt and proud of it. I like my cunt, I like the way it feels, the pleasure it gives me. I don't care who calls me a cunt. It sort of makes me tingle, if you know what I mean."
A girlish giggle came from Cindy. "When you say it that way, it's okay. But when that bastard says it, then it's dirty."
"Well, listen to me, cunt," Sharon said. "Ignore him. You're going to be separating soon anyway, that's obvious. Concentrate on Sean. Now, if that boy called me a cunt, I'd give him some cunt!"
"Sharon!" Cindy said, trying to make herself sound shocked, but failing. "You wouldn't! You're Sean's aunt, and that isn't right."
"Who cares about right," Sharon said, her voice almost in a whisper. "I'm talking about fun, ecstasy, rapture, pleasure." She hugged herself, her eyes staring in the distance. She was imagining her nephew, his cock bulging in his pants. "You're damn right I'd fuck his little cock, Cindy."
"You always were the blunt one," Cindy said. "You were always the one that said what you wanted, done what you wanted, and to hell with what others thought."
"You weren't so bad yourself, Cindy," Sharon replied. "Don't forget that. I remember that time when we were what? Fourteen, fifteen? You got so hot talking about the boy you were going with, you fucked yourself with fingers, remember?"
"That was kid stuff," Cindy said, feeling a warmth creeping on her cheeks.
"Sure, but it-felt good, didn't it?" Sharon said.
Cindy had to admit the fact. "But I wasn't the only one, Sharon. Don't put all the blame on me. You had to turn on the light and watch, remember. Then you ended up doing it too."
A smile spread over Sharon's face. "I sure did. And you almost came watching me."
It was true, and Cindy shivered in remembrance. It was something they had not discussed for weeks. Then when it came up, they had lain in bed talking in whispers, working each other up with words. They had surprised themselves when they started hugging and kissing, licking tongues, touching almost fearfully. They had felt each other up, caressed the other's young cunt. They had stroked their teenage tits and sucked their rigid nipples. They had pressed and strained at each other, their cunts rubbing with steaming heat. They had given each other an orgasm by rubbing their cunts together.
"If we can do that, what's so wrong if I want to fuck Sean?" Sharon said, her voice now throaty.
"I... don't know," Cindy replied. She wondered again if Sharon was fucking Billy, and wondered what it would be like, fucking her son. A strange but pleasant tremor rippled about Cindy's spine. "I don't know what would be wrong about it."
"He's going around with a hard cock, Cindy," Sharon said, her voice turning suggestive. "We know both Sean and my son don't have girlfriends. We know those hot juices are boiling in their young balls. I'd bet anything those boys of ours are jacking off like crazy every day, and probably at night, too. That's a waste, if you ask me."
"A waste?" Cindy asked, seeing her sister was meaning everything she said. "Why a waste?"
"It's, a waste of a good hard-on, Cindy. A waste of that sweet juice. A hand job is fine once in a while, but there's better places for a hard-on than a fist."
"And you're suggesting your cunt, right?"
"Why not?" Sharon said. "I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't think I have to tell you I'm getting tired of using my own fingers."
For a long time they sat in silence, each in her own thoughts. Sharon had brought something up that was both frightening and exciting to Cindy. What she had not mentioned to her sister was that Sean seemed to be watching her all the time, and Cindy was sure her son had peeked quite often under her skirts. She thought her son was interested in seeing what she had under her skirts, even if she was his mother.
"You haven't answered my question, Sharon," Cindy said in a very low voice.
"What question?"
"Are you fucking your son?"
"I said no," Sharon came back.
"Yes, and left it with a 'but.' "
"Well, I've thought about it," Sharon answered in honesty. "I've thought about it quite a bit, to be truthful."
"Knowing you," Cindy said, a nervous sound to her voice, "you might just do it. You probably will fuck Billy."
Sharon's eyes turned to her sister. She saw the twin swells of Cindy's tits inside the white blouse. She saw Cindy's pretty knees beneath her skirt. She remembered how they had rubbed cunts so long ago. She picked up her sister's hand, holding it and running her tongue across her lips.
"Cindy," Sharon asked in a low, whispery voice, "when was the last time you got fucked?"
For a moment, Cindy didn't reply, then in a low voice she said, "Almost six months."
"It's been two years for me," Sharon said. "Two long years of sleeping alone, playing with myself, dreaming, fantasizing about a beautiful hard cock. It's about to drive me out of my mind, Cindy."
Sharon's eyes were blazing, and Cindy saw the need there.
"Why don't you-Sharon, why don't you go out?"
"I'm not a tramp, Cindy," she said. "I'm not a pick-up, a woman to fuck and discard. I'm not some fucking slut for any man with a hard-on. You know that."
"But if it's so bad-"
They were talking softly, their words barely loud enough to hear. Sharon was squeezing her sister's hand hard as she became intense.
"It's worse than bad, Cindy," she said. "It's torment. It's worse than anything I can think of. You know how I am, Cindy."
Cindy nodded.
Sharon was pulling her hand onto her thigh. Cindy looked down, watching her sister spread her palm and fingers on her thigh. She felt the heat of her sister's flesh through the thin linen skirt. Sharon moved her sister's hand, sliding it up and down slowly on her thigh. When Sharon leaned her face close, her lips pursed, Cindy didn't resist. Their lips met in a soft kiss, but then it became harder, and with a gasp, they were kissing urgently, hotly.
When Sharon lifted her hand. Cindy's remained, her fingers digging into Sharon's thigh. She gasped into Sharon's mouth when she felt her sister cupping one of her tits. Cindy didn't resist; she too had been tormented for six months, her cunt yearning for cock, for fingers, for orgasm. It was as if there had been no passage of time since they slept together as teenagers. Sharon's tongue flicked past Cindy's lips, and Cindy sucked it, hard, gurgling, sliding her hand up and down Sharon's thigh, feeling the flesh through her skirt. Sharon clung to Cindy's tit, finding it spongy, yet firm.
A mewl came from Cindy as her sister slipped her hand into her blouse. Cindy's bra was tight, but Sharon got her hand inside it. Cindy's nipple burned at her palm. When Cindy's tongue thrust eagerly into her mouth, Sharon sucked it wildly and squeezed the shapely tit.
Cindy squealed and shoved her hand beneath Sharon's skirt. The creamy texture of Sharon's thigh excited her, sending tingling pleasure about her body. Cindy ran her hand lightly up the creamy flesh, her fingers touching Sharon's panties.
"Oh, Cindy!" Sharon moaned as her sister pulled her tongue from her mouth. "Oh, God, Cindy!"
Cindy's fingertips played about the crotch of Sharon's panties. With fire in her eyes, Sharon lifted her hand from Cindy's bra and blouse. She fumbled with the buttons, and Cindy leaned forward so Sharon could unhook her bra. A beautiful, shapely tit was revealed.
"So pretty," Sharon hissed as she gazed at it. Cindy's tit was creamy, with a long, hard nipple standing up. "You've always had beautiful tits, Cindy."
"So have you," Cindy murmured, watching as Sharon fondled her exposed tit.
Sharon's hand moved up Cindy's thigh, scooting the skirt with it.
"You've always had such lovely legs, too," she whispered. "Your skin is so soft and smooth, the way it was when we were young."
Cindy, with her pussy bubbling in heat, stroked her finger along the crotch of her sister's panties, feeling the exciting moisture. She parted her knees and gave a little sob of pleasure when Sharon cupped her cunt, pressing at it. She returned the pressure by pushing into her sister's hand.
They sat next to each other, their skirts high, their thighs showing. They cupped and felt each other's cunt, their asses squirming on the cushions. Sharon scooted her ass forward on the couch, opening her legs wide. They began to kiss again, rubbing urgently at each other, feeling their cunts through their lacy panties.
"Suck my tit a while," Cindy whimpered. "Sharon, suck on my tit! You're making me so hot, Sharon! It's been so long for me!"
"Oh, Cindy," Sharon gasped, lowering her face, teasing her sister's nipple with her wet, hot tongue. "It's been longer for me! Rub me, Cindy! Rub my pussy! Make me come, Cindy! I want to come so bad!"
She closed her lips about her sister's nipple and sucked it hard, her tongue licking swiftly. She ran her hand down the elastic waist of Cindy's panties, her fingers pausing to toy with the silky curls. Then she shoved her hand down lower, cupping the swelling lips of Cindy's cunt. She felt the wetness against her palm and slowly worked a finger into the boiling tightness.
Cindy held Sharon's head tight against her tit, moaning with growing ecstasy. She leaned her head on the back of the couch, eyes closed. As Sharon had done, she moved her hand into her sister's panties. She tugged gently at the mass of cunt hair, then stroked a finger up and down the fiery slit of Sharon's cunt. She rubbed and stroked the distended clit, bringing peals of delight from Sharon.
Sharon thrust her finger into her sister's juicy cunt and sucked hard at the rubbery nipple. Their skirts were high, and each writhed and twisted into the other's hand.
Sean and Billy found them that way.
Neither Sharon nor Cindy were aware they were being watched by their sons. They were so deeply involved in passion they wouldn't have heard the boys if they had yelled.
Sean and Billy could see Sharon's hand moving inside Cindy's panties, see her legs wide apart. They could see Sharon's lips sucking greedily at Cindy's tit, and the cunt hair bushing from the crotch of Sharon's panties as Cindy rubbed at her clit. Their cocks swelled into hardness as they stood watching, their young eyes huge and glassy.
"Fuck me, Sharon!" they heard Cindy moan. "Ohhhh, fuck me with your finger, Sharon!"
They saw Sharon lift her mouth and press it against Cindy's. Their excitement was powerful as they stared at Cindy's white, lovely tit. Sean poked at Billy, and they grinned at each other.
Sharon thrust her tongue into her sister's mouth, and Cindy sucked wildly at it. She still had her arm about Sharon, and her hand ran down her back. When Sharon felt her sister's fingers reaching for her ass, she lifted it. Cindy jerked her skirt to her waist, and Sean and Billy saw her rounded ass cheeks.
"I think I'm gonna come in my fucking pants, Sean," Billy said, trying to whisper.
"Yeah, me too," Sean answered.
They stood in the doorway, watching their mothers. The sight was exciting to the young boys, both of them with cocks about to split the seams of their cut-off jeans.
They saw the long, creamy thighs of the women, saw the way Sharon's hand moved inside Cindy's panties, the way Cindy was feeling Sharon's ass through her tight panties. Cunt hair flashed from the crotch of Cindy's panties as Sharon plunged her finger in and out of her juicy pussy.
Neither Sean nor Billy had seen a girl before. Not like this. They had seen girls' panties before when they had swung on the swings at school, but they had never seen anything like this. Their cocks were painfully hard. They were breathing loudly, eyes enormous, shining with hungry young desires. Billy's cock showed just a little, his cockhead poking below the fringe of his cut-offs.
But Sharon and Cindy didn't see it. They were feeling each other, kissing and caressing, feverishly. Sharon returned to her sister's tit, gulping as much of it as she could into her wet mouth. Cindy purred and dug her hands into Sharon's ass. Sharon began to finger-fuck her sister with increasingly frantic movements. Cindy twisted her ass with rapidly boiling ecstasy. If Cindy had opened her eyes, she would have seen her son standing there with Billy, her nephew. She would have seen them both with straining hard-ons, seen the tip of Billy's cock showing beneath the fringe of his cut-offs.
But she didn't open her eyes.
Cindy jerked the side of Sharon's panties away, exposing a creamy smooth ass cheek. She squeezed it and shoved her hand lower until she was moving her middle finger into her sister's cunt. As they fingerfucked each other with wild thrusts, their sons stood and watched with hot eyes, their cocks about to explode.
Sharon shoved her ass backward so her sister could fuck her cunt better, her own finger driving in and out, making wet sounds that came to the two boys.
"Oooooh, you'll make me come, Sharon!" Cindy was sobbing now, humping her hips up and down, fucking in a rhythm with her sister's finger. "I want to come, Sharon! Ooooh, my cunt is on fire! Your finger is so good! I'm getting ready to come, Sharon!"
Sharon pulled her mouth off Cindy's tit. "Come, come!" she urged in a thick voice, grinding her ass backward. "You're going to make me come, too!"
Sharon and Cindy glued their mouths together again in a deep, tongue-sucking kiss. Sean and Billy stared as they whipped their hips about, their bodies shaking as they swiftly approached orgasm together.
A loud wail erupted from both women simultaneously. Their hips thrust. Cindy arched her cunt high, grinding into Sharon's hand, and Sharon's ass whipped back as Cindy's finger drove deep into her convulsing cunt.
Their soft, muffled screams of ecstasy seemed loud in the room. Sean and Billy grinned as they watched their mothers coming together, their young cocks ready to burst. Billy's cock dripped a clear liquid from his piss hole, moistening his thigh. Sean's cock was making a wet spot on his faded cut-offs. Both had balls that were tight and hot.
"Oh, God!" Sharon moaned as her orgasm began to fade. "Oh, Cindy, that was so good! It's been so long since I've been touched there on my cunt by anyone but myself."
"I know, Sharon," Cindy whispered. "I know."
Her eyes fluttered.
With a yelp, she sat upright, jerking her hand out of her sister's cunt, at the same time pulling Sharon's hand out of her panties and frantically trying to stuff her naked tit back into her blouse.
"Sean! Billy!"
For a moment Sharon didn't understand, then she realized the panic in her sister's voice.
"Oh, shit!" she stammered when she saw her son and nephew standing there, both of them grinning. Then she saw the bulge of Sean's cock, and next her son's. She saw the head of her son's cock and her breath caught in her throat. "Oh, my God!"
Cindy frantically covered herself, but Sharon left her skirt about her hips, staring in fascination at the head of her son's prick, her lips parted, eyes glazed in desire.
CHAPTER TWO
An hour later Sharon was alone with her son.
Cindy, very embarrassed, had left with Sean in tow, his cock still bulging in his cut-offs.
Sharon adjusted her skirt, but her eyes remained fixed upon her son, specifically his hard-on. She wasn't embarrassed, not at all. She had been truthful with her sister. She had been wondering what it would be like to fuck her son, to take his young cock in her hand and feel it, then pull it into her cunt.
The opportunity had arrived.
Her son was showing a great deal of interest in her, and his cock was still up and hard. Sharon had not said a word since Cindy had left, but her son continued to stare, his eyes showing his desires. She had finally pulled her skirt down, tucking it between her thighs. Her cunt, despite the orgasm her sister's finger had given her, continued to bubble with yearning, her clit still stiff.
Billy was now standing on the other side of the coffee table, his legs parted slightly. He had said nothing yet, but looked at his mother with glowing eyes, a smile on his young face.
Sharon found her eyes fixed upon the bulge in his shorts. She sat with her shoulders straight, her hands gripping her knees. The thrust of her tits pressed at her blouse, her nipples protruding, outlined. She breathed deeply, making her tits strain even more.
As if in a daze, she lifted her hand to her son, palm up. Billy took it, and she slowly pulled him around the coffee table. Her eyes never left the bulge of his prick. When he was standing next to her knee, she dropped her hand, placing it on her son's thigh. She felt him shaking.
"Don't be afraid, Billy," she whispered.
"Don't be afraid, darling."
"I'm not, Mom," he replied, feeling his mother's hot hand stroking his thigh.
Sharon caressed her son's thigh, moving her hand behind and toward his ass. She cupped her son's tight young ass, feeling it through his shorts. She squeezed, and saw his cock throb through the front of his cut-offs. She licked her lips hungrily, slipping a finger into the fringe of his shorts, working it around his hips. Billy looked down at her hand and gasped when he felt his mother's fingertip brush the head of his cock.
"Ohhhhh!" Sharon whimpered, feeling the wetness on her fingertip. "Ohhhhh, Billy!"
Billy placed a hand on his mother's shoulder, trembling now. Sharon's eyes burned at the front of his pants, her finger touching the head of his cock with feathery lightness. She swallowed noisily and lifted the fringe of his shorts. The head of her son's cock peeked at her, and she moaned as her cunt sucked inward, throbbing with wet heat. Her clit turned into a painful knot.
"I want it," she whispered throatily. "Billy, I want it!" Billy didn't say anything. He thought he was going to come. His balls were tightening, and he struggled to keep his come-juice back. Sharon held his hip with one hand, slowly moving one leg of his shorts past his cock, exposing it bit by bit.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed when half her son's cock showed. "I've got to have it! Oh, Billy, please-"
Billy's hand dug into her shoulder, and Sharon pulled it down, curling his fingers about her tit, pressing his hand, making his palm smash her nipple. At the same time, she grasped her son's cock and began to jack on it in a frenzy. Sobs of hungry desire came from her. She flashed her eyes up at him.
"Do it to me, Billy!" she pleaded. "Please, honey, do it to mother!"
She turned him loose, yanking her skirt to her waist. She leaned back, but her eyes kept burning on his cock. With a finger hooked into the tight crotch of her wet panties, Sharon jerked it to one side.
Billy gasped as he stared between his mother's parted thighs. Her cunt was so hairy he could hardly believe it, and the pink lips of it were glistening with wetness. He could see the tip of her clit, but he didn't know what it was. His cock jerked up and down, and a drop of juice landed on his mother's thigh. Sharon cried out softly as she held the crotch of her panties wide open, lifting her ass, offering her hairy, juicy cunt to him.
She was desperate, almost mindless, but she knew what she was doing. She had known she would do it eventually. Being caught with her finger up her sister's cunt only speeded it up. She twisted her ass, grinding her hips with lewd wantonness for her son, seeing his excitement in the throb of his cock. Her cunt clenched with eagerness, her cunt lips puffy in desire.
"Now, Billy!" Sharon hissed. "Stick it in me now! Do it to me, baby! Ohhhh, honey, I want it so much! I've wanted it in me for so long!"
Billy heard his mother, but he was too excited about seeing his mother's cunt, seeing a pussy for the first time in his life. He wanted to touch it, feel it, but he wasn't sure his mother would let him. She was showing her cunt to him, lifting it up, holding her panties to one side, but he was still unsure.
Sharon twisted her ass, spreading her knees as far apart as she could, the full expanse of her crotch revealed to her excited son. Her pussy hair was thick, framing her succulent pink cunt lips, then disappearing into the crack of her rounded ass. Sharon's other hand went back to his shorts. She pulled the fringed leg away from his cock. Her son wasn't old enough yet to have much hair there, but she didn't care; it was exciting to see a cock with almost no hair. His balls were caught inside, still hidden from her. But his cock stood out stiffly, jerking up and down slightly, a silvery string of come-juice hanging from his piss hole.
Since her son was hesitating, she wondered if she had had made it plain enough for him to understand. Maybe he had no idea what she was talking about. Maybe her son was just too innocent to know what she meant when she told him to stick it in her.
"Fuck me, Billy!" she sobbed.
Billy's hips jerked, his eyes wide and fascinated by his mother's cunt.
"Did you hear me, darling?" Sharon said, almost crying with need. "I want you to fuck me! I want your cock in my cunt, fucking me!"
Billy nodded, still staring at his mother's cunt.
"You know how to fuck, don't you?" she hissed. "Don't you know how to fuck, Billy?"
Again he nodded.
"Then do it! Oh, Billy, fuck me!" she almost screamed. "Fuck mother-right now! Hurry, fuck me!"
Billy stepped between his mother's thighs, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes never leaving her bubbling cunt. Sharon watched, her eyes slightly unfocused. When he was between her thighs, his cock was above her cunt. With a whimper, she grabbed it, pressing the head downward. Billy moved to his knees, and stopped breathing as he watched his mother rubbing the head of his swollen cock up and down the fiery slit of her hairy cunt. He almost came when she smashed his pisshole onto her swollen clit.
Positioning the head of her son's cock at the lips of her pussy, Sharon slowly moved her hips forward, sucking in an excited hiss of air. Her eyes glazed as she felt the head of her son's cock penetrate the wetness of her pussy. She felt her sensitive cunt starting to stretch about it. She gasped when the head was inside her cunt. She could feel it throbbing already. The lips of her cunt squeezed, and began to suck his prick inward.
She held her son's hips, pulling him inward slowly, savoring the perverse penetration. Her eyes, glazed with heat, stared at his face, watching him, seeing his pleasure as her cunt began to swallow his hard prick. Slowly, she pulled him forward, feeling the hardness of her son's cock going deeper.
Then she buried it to the hilt.
"Oooooh," Sharon sobbed softly, feeling her son's cock throb inside her pussy. She could feel all of it, every ridge and groove, the head moving in jerkiness. The roughness of his cutoff jeans scratched the smooth surfaces of her inner thighs, and that excited her, too.
"Oh, baby, baby! It's in me! Feel it, Billy! Can you feel how hot and wet I am! Oooooh, I can feel you-so hard in me! Do it to me now, Billy! Fuck me, darling! Oh, fuck mother! Fuck mother!"
She began to move her hips, her cunt clinging to her son's cock, the hot lips sliding back and forth. She worked her cunt back down his cockshaft. With her hairy cunt lips pressing at the base of his cock, she began to grind, sobbing with the rapture of feeling a cock inside her cunt after almost two years.
Billy finally placed his hands on his mother's hips, his own hips moving. He kept looking down at her cunt, amazed that he was fucking her, awed at the exquisite sensations he felt. His mother's cunt was fiery, blistering the taut flesh of his prick, making his balls swell into a delicious hardness. He was fascinated with the way the lips of his mother's cunt seemed to work on his prick, squeezing it and sucking at it. He had no idea this could feel so good, that a cunt could be so wet and hot.
"Ooooh, you're so hard, baby!" Sharon grunted.
She drew a hand to her tits, the other still holding her panties away from her pussy. She didn't need to hold her son's hips now; he was thrusting his cock into her by himself. She clutched a tit through her blouse, her eyes rolling dreamily as she whimpered and sobbed with growing delight. Her cunt was so wet she could hear the soft sucking of it on his prick.
"You're so very hard, Billy! It feels so good in me! Oh, your cock, so young, and it's in mother, darling! You're fucking me, baby! I'm fucking you, Billy! We're fucking each other! Ohhhh, yes, fuck me, Billy! Fuck mother-fuck mother's hungry pussy!"
The slow start didn't last. She began to thrust her hips up and down, and Billy speeded up with her. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into her cunt made her mind reel with erotic ecstasy.
The roughness of his shorts scratched at the softness of her sensitive inner thighs, adding to her pleasure. The cheeks of her ass clenched tightly, flexing as she bounced her cunt up and down.
It had been a very long time since Sharon had been fucked, and she had always been verbal. Now she began calling out to her son, urging him to fuck her hard and fast. Billy dug his hands into his mother's thrashing hips.
"Fuck it, Billy!" Sharon was hissing. "Fuck that hot cunt, baby! Fuck mother's wet pussy! Your cock is so hard, so fucking hard, and it's fucking me so good! Mother's cunt is hot and wet, Billy! Mother's cunt is eating your cock!"
Billy, hearing the words, could only grunt in rapture. He kept watching his mother as she humped her hairy pussy up and down, unable to believe her hairy pussy was gripping his cock so hotly, so wetly, so tightly. He was getting close to coming, and didn't know what to do about it.
Sharon, too, was about to come. She had always been fast, always been intensely orgasmic. It seldom took her long to come, and her cunt was rippling and swelling as she felt the orgasm boiling deep inside it.
"I'm about to come, darling!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, my cunt is burning up and you're fucking it so fast! You're going to make me come, Billy! Your cock is going to make mother come! Oh, yes! Make me come! Fuck me and make me come! My pussy-my cunt is on fire!"
She raced her cunt along his cock so fast, Billy couldn't keep up with her. He was gritting his teeth to keep from coming, still not knowing what he was supposed to do. His body was stiff between his mother's thighs, and she was doing all the moving, all the fucking. Sharon squeezed at her tit violently as she bounced her ass up and down, riding her son's cock frantically. She twisted her head on the back of the couch, from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut. Tears streamed down her cheeks, tears of sweet, intense ecstasy.
"Mom, I think-" Billy gasped.
"Yes, yes!" she screamed, thrashing her cunt up and down his cock, stabbing her cunt on it in a frenzy.
"What do I do, Mom?" Billy gasped. "What do I do?"
Sharon was too involved in her quickly approaching orgasm. She didn't know what her son was talking about. All she could do was shout: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Billy dug his finger's into his mother's wildly thrashing hips, gritting his teeth again.
"I'm coming!" Sharon screamed. "Ohhhh, I'm coming! My cunt is-my pussy is-ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck fuck me! I'm coming! I'm coming so fucking hard, Billy!"
Billy didn't have a chance.
The convulsions of his mother's cunt clamped around his cock, and the tightness of her pussy lips squeezed at the base and sucked back on it to the head. Time and again, his mother's cunt sucked at his cock this way, the gripping waves of her orgasm squeezing and squeezing.
With a shout, he came.
Sharon shrieked, feeling her son's cock explode into a spraying hose inside her cunt. She felt, despite the overwhelming power of her orgasm, each throbbing gush of his young come-juice. It splashed along the walls of her satiny pussy, filling her up. The more her son came inside her cunt, the stronger her orgasm became.
Billy couldn't resist the urge to push, and he pressed his spewing cock deeply into his mother's contracting cunt. He was sure his mother's pussy was sucking his balls through his cock, it was so strong and tight. He had never come so much in his life, jacking off. It had never felt so good to come as it did now, squirting into his mother's hungry, receptive cunt.
For a moment his knees shook, and he began to gasp as the spurting juices slowed, then he stopped. At the same time, Sharon's orgasm faded. She relaxed her grip on her tit, letting her legs fall limp. She opened her eyes and looked up at her son's young face, seeing his startled ecstasy.
"You fucked me," she whispered. "You fucked mother and made me come so good, baby! Oooohhhh, that was wonderful! We fucked, Billy! We fucked!"
Billy grinned, nodding his head.
"But-" Sharon's eyes gleamed. "But you're still hard, Billy! I felt you come, so I know you came. I felt you squirt that juice in my pussy-and you're still so hard!"
Billy nodded.
"Beautiful!" Sharon gasped. "You want some more, Billy? You want some more pussy? You want to fuck me again."
"Yeah!" he grinned. "Ooooh, fuck me again!" She wiggled her hips, giggling with delight.
Billy wasn't so confused now. He had come inside his mother's cunt, and she loved it. Now he knew what to do.
He moved his cock in and out of her cunt. Sharon gurgled in pleasure as the hardness of her son's cock created the delicious friction between the stretching lips of her pussy. Although she had not felt a cock in her for almost two years, the feeling was one that she never forgot. It was the best feeling in the world-a hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
She held herself still, enjoying the penetration of her son's cock. She cooed softly, running her hands down her body and sliding them between her legs, feeling his cock along her fingers as he thrust into her pussy. She pulled the lips of her cunt wide open.
"Look at it, Billy," she cried softly. "Look at mother's hairy cunt! It's so wet and hot! Is mother's cunt pretty? Is mother's cunt tight on your cock?"
Billy nodded. Now that the urgency of his lust was past, he fucked her slowly, watching his cock move in and out.
"It's real wet and hot, Mom!" he grunted. "It's better than jacking off."
"Yes, it is," she purred, starting to arch up and down with him. She squeezed the lips of her cunt about his cock, then began to rub at her distended clit with the tip of her finger, the other hand returning to her swollen tits. "Fucking is so much better than jacking off or finger-fucking." Billy speeded up.
"Ohhhh, give it to me!" Sharon yelped, her ass dancing up and down again, riding his stabbing cock. "Give mother that lovely cock, that beautiful hard-on! Fuck me, Billy! Oh, fuck me again!"
Billy, now with his initial amazement gone, gripped his mother's hips, thrusting his cock back and forth. He knew what he was supposed to do now, and he was eager to come again inside his mother's juicy, hot cunt.
Sharon, her eyes steamy, jerked at her blouse, buttons ripping from it. Her shapely tits almost spilled from her tight bra. It had a latch between the cups, and she worked at it feverishly, wanting her tits free, wanting her son to see her tits as he fucked her.
The hook came open, and her full, firm tits spilled out naked.
Billy gasped as he saw his mother's tits. They were so creamy and smooth looking, with nipples of light-brown standing up in hardness. They were almost half an inch long, looking like two very tiny cocks to him.
Sharon squeezed her tits together, her nipples almost touching.
"You like mother's tits, Billy?" she asked in a husky voice. "Do you like my titties?"
"Wow, Mom!"
"Oooooh, fuck me good, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me real good, and you can play with my tits. I want you to play with my tits, squeeze them and suck them."
Billy wanted to take them into his mouth then and there, but the boiling was starting again inside his balls. Feeling his cock jerking powerfully inside her pussy, Sharon understood. She dug her hands into her tits, banging her cunt up and down on his prick.
"Fuck me and come in me again, baby!" she wailed. "I'm going to come with you! You can play with my tits when we're finished! Come in me, Billy! Oooooh, I love to feel come-juice squirting in my cunt!"
Billy grunted, driving his cock swiftly into his mother's moist cunt. His balls were tight again, restricted by the tight seam of his shorts. But it was too late to adjust them; he was about to come.
His mother's pussy sucked at his prick, the wet heat searing his cock. Sharon cupped her tits tightly, her nipples poking through her fingers. Her eyes were again glassy as she felt that exquisite sensation of orgasm once more. Her cunt was juicy from his first discharge, but it still gripped his pounding cock with tight heat. She could feel the juices dripping from her pussy, running toward the crack of her ass, drenching her already wet panties.
"Ooooh, I'm almost there!" Sharon wailed. "I'm about to come again, Billy! Oh, come with mother! Let's come at the same fucking time!"
They did.
Sharon's cunt exploded around her son's cock, the lips pulling, sucking hard with hidden inner muscles. Billy went stiff again, and spurted the scalding, creamy juices of his young balls up his mother's pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
A block away from where Sharon was taking a shower with her son, Cindy was slamming the door as her husband finally walked out.
She was mad, fuming, tired of his abuse and name-calling.
The only good that came from being married to him was her son, Sean. Sean didn't treat her the way her husband did. Her husband thought she was rotten, a quick piece of ass for any man with a hard-on. But Cindy wasn't that kind of woman at all. She was erotic, yes, but she had wanted it with her husband and no one else.
Only her husband didn't seem to have much interest in her, He thought she was cock-crazy. She was, but only for her husband's cock. But that was before; she no longer wanted his cock in her ever again.
"It's okay, Mother," Sean said, taking his mother's hand in a soothing way. "He's mean. We can do without him."
Cindy, crying, pulled her son to her, hugging him and kissing the top of his head.
"I know we can, Sean," she said. "I'm crying because it's finally over. I'm happy it's finished."
She felt her son's arms around her waist, hugging her. He buried his face between her tits as they stood in the middle of the floor, holding each other tightly.
The final fight with her husband started as soon as she and Sean arrived home, and her husband had flung the nasty names at her with their son listening. It was the last straw, her son hearing her being called those names. She had thrown her husband's clothing out of the door, then told him to leave. She was thankful he had left without violence.
Cindy had not had time to think about what she and her sister had been doing together since she had arrived home. But now, holding her son, feeling his arms about her waist, his face between her tits, she remembered. A slow flush came over her face as she recalled her son had seen them, seen them fingerfucking each other, seen her naked tit.
A tremor moved up and down her body.
Her son hugged her tighter.
She became aware that he had a hard-on. She could feel it pressing at her thigh. She almost pulled away, but remained still. It felt good, throbbing against her leg that way. She remembered what her sister had said about fucking Sean.
As exciting as it sounded, Cindy wasn't sure she could do it. She knew her son would, and would fuck her without the least sign of embarrassment. He strutted about the house with an obvious hard-on. He had been doing it for weeks, but only when they were alone in the house. She had .not been aware that her tight shorts excited him so much. She had thought nothing of wearing shorts so tight that her ass was molded and revealed, her ass cheeks writhing in a teasing manner as she walked. She had not realized her cunt was almost outlined by the tight crotch, but her son had noticed.
Now Sean's father was gone, and he had seen what his mother was doing with his aunt. He had seen his mother's tit, so naked and pretty, her legs wide, flashes of her cunt hair while Aunt Sharon fingerfucked her.
Cindy's breath caught in her throat when she felt her son's hand sliding downward on her back. She trembled, knowing what he was going to do and she wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. His hand cupped a cheek of her ass through her skirt and panties. It rested lightly on her ass, not pressing nor squeezing. She knew Sean was waiting to see what she would do. When Cindy did nothing, she felt his hand moving down between them. Sean lifted the side of his shorts, letting his cock stand out. Then he inched her skirt up. The head of his cock touched her bare thigh, and Cindy gasped. His cock was wet, juices smearing her flesh. She felt him press his cock against her leg, felt it throbbing on her skin. Then he was cupping her ass with both hands, holding it gently and rubbing his cock up and down her leg beneath her skirt.
Since his mother was not stopping him, Sean pulled her skirt up in back, and she gasped when she felt his fingers curling into her pantied ass. She hugged his face tighter into her tits, her body shaking.
"Sean!" Cindy said in a low voice. "Oh, Sean!"
"It's okay, Mother," he replied in a whisper. "It's okay."
He kept saying that over and over as he felt his mother's ass through her lacy panties, rubbing his cock at her thigh.
Cindy felt his breath searing through her blouse. She felt the swelling of her cunt, the wetness that drenched her panties. Her son's cock was throbbing hotly on her thigh, smearing it as his piss hole dripped.
She wanted to take that cock and pull it between her thighs, to feel it rub and throb at her cunt. But she couldn't do it; it would give proof to the names her husband called her. She wanted Sean to fuck her, to fuck her very much, but she just couldn't do it right now.
Maybe he would come and that would end it, she thought. Maybe her son would come on her thigh and she wouldn't have to make the decision. She pressed her thigh against his cock, hoping she could help him come quickly. She heard him make a gulping sound between her tits, and then his fingers gave the cheeks of her ass a squeeze.
Cindy almost came.
"Ohhh, Sean!"
Holding his mother's ass, Sean shifted and his cock moved between her thighs. Cindy swallowed, feeling her son's prick an inch or two below her cunt. She couldn't stop her thighs from closing, tightening about his cock. She felt him throb and gasp when he began to move his cock back and forth, fucking between her legs. The cheeks of her ass clenched in his hands, and Sean squeezed, bringing a sob of pleasure from his mother.
Cindy was dazed. It was happening too fast. She felt as if she were in a dream, an erotic dream of her son. She hugged him tightly to her tits, shoving her pelvis against him, feeling his cock fucking the sensitive surfaces of her inner thighs. She thought if she bent her knees, just a little, his cock would slide back and forth on the crotch of her panties, rub at her cunt that way.
Sean managed to get his lips against his mother's tits. At the same time, Cindy felt his hands starting to move into the waist of her panties. She choked and became rigid. His hands moved into her panties slowly, then he was cupping her naked ass. His cock was pounding with strong pulsations between her thighs, and she couldn't think of anything except how good this was feeling.
Then suddenly she jerked from him.
"No, Sean!" she gasped, pulling his hands out of her panties and yanking her skirt down. Her eyes saw his cock sticking from his shorts, and for a moment she froze, her cunt tingling with a heat she had not felt since she had been a teenager.
"Oh, honey, we can't!" she cried. "We just can't do that!"
"But Mother," he said. "I saw you and Aunt Sharon."
"I know you did," Cindy said, wringing her hands, unable to pull her eyes from her son's cock. "That was-it just happened, honey! You shouldn't have seen that."
"But I did see, Mother," he said, his young eyes bright. She saw disappointment there, and wanted to reach for him, to take his cock back between her thighs.
They stared at each other for a long time, then Sean turned and walked away. Cindy watched him, knowing he was hurt. She had let him go this far, then stopped him. That was cruel, she told herself. She wasn't a tease; she had never been a prick-teaser in her life. If she let a boy go this far, she always came across. She knew the pain a boy had in his balls if she stopped him and Cindy wasn't a cruel person, nor was she a tease.
At the door of the hall, Sean turned and looked back at her.
"I'm sorry, Sean," she whispered.
"I understand, Mother," he answered, and disappeared into his room.
Cindy stood in the floor, confused and hurting for her son. She could still feel where his cock touched, her thighs tingling. She lifted her skirt and saw the smeared juices. She rubbed them into her flesh. She knew her son was in his room with a hard-on, probably jacking it off. It was the only way he could relieve the pressure in his young balls. He was hurting because of her, of what he had seen with his aunt, and what she had allowed him to do with her just now. It was her fault he was hurting, she thought. She had led her son on, let him feel her ass, let him press his cock against her thighs.
"I've got to do something," she whispered. "I've got to help my son."
She moved toward the hallway. There was a fire between her thighs.
She found her son in his room, his door open. He was on his bed, his cut-offs on the floor. He was naked and his cock was in his fist.
Sean looked up at her.
"It's the only way, Mother," he said.
Cindy stepped into the room. She stared at his cock, at his balls. Sean removed his hand, letting his mother look. The head of his prick was swollen and smooth, his piss hole dripping so much, the juices glistened along the shaft. A tuft of hair was at the base.
"I'm sorry, honey," Cindy said softly. "I shouldn't have let you touch me that way. It's my fault."
"It's okay, Mother."
"No, it isn't okay," she said, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing him. "I shouldn't have let you feel me."
She placed her hand on his knee, and slowly slid it upward on his thigh. "It was my fault, and I'll do something about it." She touched his balls with the fingertips of her hand. "I'll do it for you, Sean. I'll jack it off for you. At least that's something."
Cindy was nervous as she drew her fingertips along the shaft of her son's cock. She could hardly breathe as she closed her fingers around it, squeezing, watching the cockhead bulge out, his piss hole seeping. She pumped her fist up and down slowly, feeling her eyes fill with tears.
Sean saw them, and tried to pull his mother's hand off his cock. "Mother, you don't have to. I can do it myself. Just don't cry."
A smile came over her face. "I'm crying because... because I want to do this, Sean. I'm crying because you feel so good in my hand."
"Really, Mother?"
She nodded. "Really," she said softly, and jacked her fist a bit faster. "You feel wonderful, Sean. You're very hard."
He writhed his ass beneath his mother's pumping fist. His eyes brightened. "You really wanna jack me off, Mother?"
"I do," she said simply. "I want to make you come so your balls won't hurt."
"Mother, let me fuck you."
"No, don't ask that," she said. "We can't darling. I'll jack you off and you can come, and you'll feel better."
"Mother, I want to fuck you!" His hand shot to her knee, squeezing it.
Cindy's eyes turned bright as she smiled at him. She squeezed his cock hard, her fist moving up and down. She didn't stop him from touching her thigh, nor did she stop him when he moved his hand under her skirt. She held her legs closed, though.
She released his cock, cupping his young balls. She rested her other hand on top his, beneath her skirt, stopping his fingers halfway to her cunt. She kept smiling at him, her eyes wet with tears. She was pleased she could do this for her son, wishing she had the courage to fuck him. She caressed his balls, then returned her hand to his cock, twisting it as she jacked him slowly.
"I can do something else for you," she said in a throaty whisper, holding his hand from going any higher under her skirt. "If you don't want me to jack you off, I can do something else that would be nice. It isn't fucking me, but I think you'll love it just as much."
"I want to fuck you, Mother!" Sean insisted. "I want to feel my cock in you, in your cunt!"
"I know, darling," she said. "I know you do, but I just can't fuck you, not yet. Maybe sometime I can, but I can't right now. Let me do something else for you."
His cock felt so hard in her fist, she wondered if he was ready to come. She felt his hand trying to slide higher under her skirt, and relaxed her grip for a moment. She let him touch her lacy panties, but no more.
"I wanna feel you, at least, Mother," he pleaded. "Let me feel you! I wanna feel your pussy, the way Aunt Sharon did!"
"Baby! Oh, baby!" Cindy moaned. She parted her legs, and pushed her son's hand between them. She pressed his palm at the wetness of her panties and felt her son curl his fingers into her cunt. "Ohhhhh, darling!"
Sean rubbed, feeling his mother's cunt through her wet panties, his eyes flashing with excited heat, his cock ready to burst in his mother's stroking fist.
"You feel wet, Mother," he said.
"Wet and hot?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Rub me, baby," she whispered. "You can feel me there and rub. I'll make you feel good, feel very good."
Sean tried to slip his fingers into his mother's panties, but she stopped him. "No, not that way. Just through my panties, honey. I'll take care of his hard-on for you."
She lowered her face.
"Mother, what are you gonna do?"
"Hush," she said, closing her thighs about his hand, capturing it tightly against her cunt. "This isn't fucking me, but you'll love it just the same."
Her wet lips kissed the head of his cock. She tasted the hot juices seeping out. With her lips a fraction of an inch above his prick, Cindy flicked her tongue across his piss hole. She had her head turned slightly, looking up into his face. Her eyes shone with tears, but they sparkled with pleasure, too.
"It isn't my cunt, Sean," she whispered, "but I can suck very good."
"Oh, Mother!"
Cindy giggled, loosening her thighs so he could caress her pussy again. "Oh, yes, I can suck very, very good. It isn't the same as fucking, Sean, but I know you'll love the way I suck your cock off."
"Oh, wow!" Sean gurgled. "A blow job!"
"Yes, a blow job," Cindy said. "Now, play with my cunt through my panties and you can watch me give you a blow job."
Sean's cock throbbed eagerly in her fist as she swiped her tongue in a hot circle about the swollen cockhead. He was gasping with pleasure, shoving the crotch of her panties into her cunt. Cindy felt it, but said nothing. She ran the flat surface of her tongue up and down her son's cock, tasting the hardness, the heat of it. Her pussy pulsated against her son's hand.
When she closed her lips around his smooth cockhead, her eyes rolled, became vacant of expression. She made a soft whimpering sound. It had been a long time since she had sucked a cock, a very long time. Her husband refused to let her, calling her those vile names. And Cindy loved to feel a hard cock between her lips, loved the way it throbbed on her tongue, the roof of her mouth. She liked the feel of a bulging cockhead brushing her throat, but best of all, she loved the splashing wetness of burning come-juice at her throat. That was the real reason she decided to suck her son off, not jack him off.
She moved her mouth down slowly, savoring the feel of his cock. She held her tongue tight against it, pressing it at the roof of her mouth. When her lips touched the wiry tuft of his cock hair, the head of her son's cock was in her throat. She held his cock deep in her mouth, her hand holding his balls, the other resting ort the lower part of his stomach. Sean had the tip of one finger pressing the crotch of his mother's panties into her cunt. Cindy's pussy burned on it, clenching. She wanted to have his finger deep inside her fiery cunt, but not yet.
Sean was so excited by seeing his cock inside his mother's mouth, he wasn't moving. He lay stiffly as she sucked up and down, her lips holding tightly, her eyes watching his face. She pulled and twisted at his balls as she sucked, her tongue swirling with wet heat. She made sobbing sounds deep in her throat as ecstasy rose inside her. His balls felt very full in her hand, and she hoped he had a huge load in them.
Sean finally moved, sliding his hand to his mother's knee again. When he started shoving her skirt up her thighs, Cindy didn't protest. She knew her son would be more excited to see her legs as she sucked him, and she wanted him to see her thighs. She stretched one leg to the floor, the other on his bed, knee bent. Sean saw the crotch of his mother's lacy panties, the wetness of them. He rubbed at her cunt again.
"Mmmmm," Cindy mewled from around his cock, spreading her legs as much as she could. "Mmmmm."
She lifted her mouth.
"Do you like me?" she asked softly. "Do you like looking at mother this way? Do you like your cock in my mouth?"
"Oh, Mother, suck me!" Sean groaned.
"I will," Cindy murmured. "I'll suck it for you!"
She gulped his cock back into her mouth, bobbing her face up and down, sucking faster and more hungrily on her son's cock. Sean squirmed his ass, pressing and feeling his mother's cunt through her soaked panties. His balls became hard inside her squeezing hand.
Cindy's eyes kept flashing erotically at his face, watching his expression contort with the sweet agony she was giving him. When she felt her son slide a finger into the crotch of her panties now, she didn't stop him. She started making soft sobbing sounds as she sucked harder and faster, his cock throbbing and thickening between her lips. The stretching of her lips sent tingles of erotic rapture down to her pussy. She arched her hips when her son dipped a finger into her cunt, and squealed about his cock as he rammed it deep. Her eyes closed with rapture and she sucked with a burst of hungry greed. She began anticipating the spurt of his cock, eager to have it explode between her lips, flood her mouth. Again, she hoped her son had a huge load of come-juice in his balls. Her pussy began to quiver about his finger, then grip it. Her clit knotted with that intense sweetness of approaching orgasm.
Sean, about to come, began to twist and tried to pull his prick from his mother's mouth.
"Don't!" she hissed quickly. "Keep still-come in my mouth!"
Sean wasn't fingerfucking his mother now, but his finger was deep. His body trembled then became stiff, his hips arching upward.
"Mother!" he yelped, and came.
Cindy's mind reeled as the creamy come-juice spurted into her mouth. Her eyes rolled with the taste, and her cunt clamped at Sean's buried finger, her orgasm exploding almost at the same time Sean's cock squirted past her lips. She groaned as her mouth filled, her tongue licking back and forth across his piss hole, getting the full taste of his young, hot, come-juice. Her hips jerked as her cunt contracted with a powerful orgasm, stronger than the one Sharon had given her earlier.
Sobs of ecstasy came from her as she drank from her son's cock. Her orgasms were overwhelming, almost shattering her. She had always loved the taste of come-juice, but with her son coming off in her mouth, she almost went insane with rapture. His cock was the best she had ever sucked, and his come-juice was the sweetest. Just as she had hoped, he had an enormous load in his balls, and he seemed to squirt for a long time. Cindy gulped wetly as she struggled to swallow every precious drop. Her cunt gripped and flexed about her son's buried finger, and then the orgasm began to fade. She held his cock inside her mouth for a long time afterwards, feeling it soften.
Sean breathed deeply as his prick deflated between his mother's lips, his eyes glowing hotly.
Cindy mouthed her son's soft cock, then lifted her mouth from it, only to press her wet lips to his balls, kissing them. She nuzzled at his balls a moment, then kissed the shaft of his cock, finally pulling his finger out of her cunt. She stood up, her lips gleaming with wetness, her eyes bright as she smiled at him.
"You don't hurt anymore, do you?" she asked. "Now, wasn't that better than me jacking you off?"
"Wow, Mother!" Sean gasped. "Now can I see your cunt?" A shiver shot through Cindy. "You're never satisfied, are you, honey?"
"Let me see it, Mother, please," he said.
"I guess you can see it," Cindy replied. "After what I've done for you, it don't matter now."
She lifted her skirt, shoving her tight, lacy panties down her thighs. They stopped just above her knees. Sean stared at his mother's cunt, seeing the fan shape of her pussy hair, the pink wetness of her cunt lips. His cock stirred. He shoved a hand out toward his mother's cunt.
"No, that's enough," she said, pulling away. "I've done enough for you in one day, Sean."
"Mother," he asked in a quiet voice as he watched her pull her panties up, listening to the soft snap as she adjusted the elastic waist. Her cunt puffed out at the crotch, the shadow of her thick cunt hair showing. "Will you ever let me fuck you?"
For a long time Cindy stood looking down at him. She smoothed her skirt, her eyes drifting to his cock and balls.
"I-I want to," she whispered. "Oh, Sean, I really do want to fuck you! But I-please, honey, don't ask me that now. Let's wait."
"Ahh, Mother," he said, disappointed.
"I'll suck you off," she said. "That isn't the same as fucking me, but be satisfied with a blow job, Sean. Give me some time."
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, caressed his cock and balls gently, then walked out of his room.
CHAPTER FOUR
Although Sharon and Cindy were sisters, with some of the same-likes and desires, there was a difference. Cindy, wanting to fuck her son, was reluctant to involve herself deeper. Sharon, on the other hand, wanted to go as far as she could with Billy. She had no hang-ups when it came to sex.
Nor did her son, she was discovering.
His cut-offs had been removed and flung into a corner of the room. Sharon had removed her clothing, too. Billy had asked her to, and she had done so willingly. Knowing she was the first woman her son had seen naked, she allowed him to examine her body. His hands, feeling and probing, felt good to her. It had been a long time since she had been touched so eagerly.
She lay back on the couch, naked, her head resting on the arm. Billy was on his knees at her side, his cock stiff and ready again. She found it fantastic that her son could come and remain hard for a second fuck. She hadn't known any man that could do that. Billy could come at least twice before his cock deflated, and it didn't take him long to recover even then.
As her son ran his hands up and down her body, Sharon felt no shame or embarrassment. It excited her to be naked, her son looking and touching every spot of her body. She enjoyed being looked at, especially by her son. His interest was intense, and she felt that his hungers were similar to hers.
"Does this feel good, Mom?" Billy asked as he touched certain areas. "How does this feel?"
Sharon gave her son an education in erotic feelings and play that afternoon and evening, and he was an outstanding student.
He crushed her tits in his hands, trying to press the nipples together. Sharon gurgled with pleasure, squeezing his cock or his balls. Billy licked the stiff tips, and sucked them into his mouth. She allowed him to do what he wanted, making suggestions occasionally. She found out more about his emotions by letting him do as he wanted with her.
Sharon held her cunt open so he could look at it. She told him about her clit, how sensitive it was, what pleasure it gave her when she played with it.
"like when you play with your cock, Billy," she said.
Billy sucked her tits and toyed with the thick hair of her cunt, touching her clit as it remained swollen, inflamed. He tried to get both his mother's tits into his mouth at the same time. Sharon mewled and caressed his cock and balls, watching his delight. While sucking on her tits, he ran his hand and fingers through the thick silky hair of her cunt, then traced the lips of her pussy. He found his mother's cunt lips to be puffy and moist. When he stroked them, Sharon would give a little whimper of pleasure. He probed the wetness of her pussy, sliding his finger deep. Then he shoved two fingers up her cunt, and then three. Finally he had all his fingers inside his mother's cunt and was thrusting them in and out. Sharon sobbed with pleasure, jutting her hips up to his hand, fucking on his fingers.
"You won't come off, will you, honey?" she gasped, squeezing his cock hard. "You won't waste your juice doing this, will you?"
"I don't know, Mom," he moaned, his mouth filled with her tit.
"Don't," she said. "If you think you're going to come, shove it in my cunt!"
He agreed, and sucked greedily at her tits, pulling on the rubbery nipples with his lips. His fingers plunged time and again into his mother's cunt, feeling the scalding wetness, the way her pussy clamped and relaxed. He enjoyed her squirming, thrashing movements, her sighs of rapture her, little gasps when he touched her clit with his thumb. But not as much as his mother. "Oooooh, you're learning so fast, baby!" she moaned. "God, you learn quick!"
His mouth stuffed with her firm tit, Billy's eyes sparkled up at his mother's face. He slurped wetly, his fingers moving in and out of her boiling cunt. Sharon clutched his cock with tight fingers, rubbing her fist back and forth.
She smeared the dripping juices of his piss hole into her palm, and jacked him some more. She cupped his young balls, squeezing and twisting them to make her son grunt with pleasure.
As her passion soared, Sharon pressed gently at his head with her other hand, urging him to kiss at her stomach. Billy, as young as he was, seemed to know it wasn't just kissing his mother wanted. The tip of his tongue flicked about her smooth skin, licking at her trembling belly. He sucked and licked at her belly button, his mother's hand resting on his head.
"Ohh, baby, lower!" Sharon urged in a throaty voice. "Lower, Billy!"
He grinned up at her, his Angers still fucking into her juicy cunt. "Lower where?" he asked, but his eyes danced with heat, teasing his mother. "How much lower, Mom?"
"Oh, Billy, you nut!" she giggled. "You know, don't you?"
"Sure,' he said. "You want me to kiss your cunt."
Sharon mewled, lifting her hips and making a tight circle against his hand. "You're too smart for a young guy," she said. "You know more than I thought. Have you been playing with some little girl I don't know about?"
"No, but I imagine a lot, Mom," he replied. "I've got a great imagination."
"Ohhhh, baby, use it! Use your imagination!"
Billy turned his head and gazed at the fan shape of his mother's cunt hair. He could see her clit standing up, distended, and the way her pink cunt lips stretched wetly about his buried fingers. He ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of her curly pussy hair, teasing not just his mother, but himself as well. He pressed his face into the soft mat, inhaling the exciting scent of his mother's cunt.
"Kiss me!" Sharon urged hotly. "Oh, yes, kiss me there, Billy!"
She pressed at his head, spreading her thighs wider.
Billy, thrusting his fingers deep into his mother's cunt, flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. Sharon yelped with the contact, tossing her hips upward, smashing her clit against her son's tongue. Billy sucked the explosive knot between his teeth, bringing a hiss from his mother.
He sucked. He sucked strongly, causing Sharon to sob with rapture. He licked at her clit, feeling how hard it was on his tongue. Sharon twisted her naked ass, urging her son to lick her cunt.
Billy pulled his fingers from the juicy pussy, smearing them on the inner surface of his mother's thigh. He gazed for a hot moment at his mother's cunt, his face inches from it. The steamy scent coming from it caused his cock to throb as Sharon clutched it tightly. The hair of her pussy disappeared between the crack of her ass.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy groaned, and smashed his mouth into the wetness of her fiery cunt.
"Oh, Billy!" she gasped, returning the pressure by grinding into his face, still holding the back of his head. "Oh, that's good, Billy!"
Billy opened his mouth, tasting the hot juices of his mother's cunt. His tongue flicked, lapping at the slippery lips, her clit at the corner of his mouth. Sliding a hand underneath her ass, he grabbed one ass cheek. Sharon began to sob and twist her hips as her son's tongue snaked past the lips of her cunt, driving into it.
"Oooooh, that's sweet, baby!" she gasped. "That's very sweet! Lick it, honey! Ohh, you hot little shit! Lick mother's cunt! Oh, yes! Suck mother's pussy!"
Billy, surprised and fascinated with the taste of his mother's cunt, thrust his tongue in and out, fucking her. He dug into her squirming ass cheek, his other hand clutching her thigh. The way his mother's cunt gripped his tongue sent shivering ecstasy down his body to his cock.' Sharon pumped her son's prick swiftly, holding tightly. She didn't care if he came in her hand now, not with his tongue licking and stabbing into her fiery pussy.
She arched up, smashing her wet cunt into his hungry young mouth. "Eat me, baby! Eat my cunt! Ohhhhh, that's fantastic, Billy! Suck mother's cunt! Oh, baby, baby-tongue-fuck mother up the hot cunt! You'll make me come this way!"
Billy, listening, buried his face as tight as he could into her hairy cunt. The heat was searing, exciting him. The wetness was delicious. His mother bucked up and down so eagerly she was bruising his mouth with her cunt, but he didn't mind. The softness of her hairy pussy on his mouth was the most exciting thing so far to him. Billy felt he could suck and lick at his mother's cunt all night. His tongue was slippery and the juices filled his mouth.
Sharon was dripping more than she remembered ever doing, and it thrilled her to know her son was swallowing with such hunger. She loved to have her cunt sucked, but she had seldom had the chance. The way her son was sucking it now, she suspected he was going to make up for that.
"Suck that cunt, Billy!" she groaned. "Oh, suck that wet pussy! Tongue it, darling! Ohhhh, yes, tongue-fuck mother up the cunt! Eat that wet pussy-lick that hot twat! Ahhhh, suck it, suck it, suck it!"
She strained into his mouth, gripping his cock fiercely, her fist no longer moving. She was much too involved in her own ecstasy to jack him now. Her hips twisted and pounded, grinding into his mouth. The wet sounds of his sucking and licking drifted up to her, increasing the excitement she felt. She straightened the leg on the couch, arching her foot into the air, trying to spread it wider, wanting her son's face in the full expanse of her boiling cunt-hole.
Billy's nose was near the crack of his mother's ass, and his lips were open and sucking wildly. Sharon shoved her hands beneath her lifted ass, clawing at her ass cheeks. She pulled them apart, grinding with more fury into his sucking mouth. She squeezed her ass cheeks, pressing them together, pulling them open again.
Billy, with a lewd grunt, suddenly dipped his tongue down and probed the pucker of his mother's ass-hole. Sharon yelped and her naked body jerked.
"Oh, baby!"
But he didn't stay there. He ran his tongue tip about the crinkle of his mother's ass-hole, then stuffed into her cunt again.
Sharon was reeling with ecstasy now, and while her son fucked her cunt with his tongue, sucking at the oozing sweetness, she rubbed a fingertip at her ass-hole. The touch fired her already intense rapture.
"Ohhh, suck hard!" she squealed. "You'll make me come in a second! Suck my cunt hard, Billy! Ooooh, baby, suck that hot, wet cunt! That hairy pussy, that twat! Eat mother's snatch, Billy! I'm about to come! Oh, God-it's so fucking good!"
She slammed her crotch fast into her son's mouth. The pulsing heat in her cunt was driving her out of her mind. The orgasm was there, churning and boiling, ready to erupt.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Sharon screamed. "Fuck my cunt with that tongue, Billy! Oooooh, ram that fucking tongue up mother's cunt!"
The scream that boiled from her throat almost started Billy, but he plunged his tongue fast and hard into her pussy. She was now so juicy, he was sliding his face about, his tongue sometimes inside her cunt, other times licking at her knotted clit. Sharon didn't care where his tongue was, it felt good inside her cunt or on her clit. She bucked her ass up and down, his fingertip still rubbing harshly at her tight ass-hole.
Billy felt his mother's cunt grip his tongue with her wet, hairy pussy lips. It felt as if her pussy was sucking his tongue into her, trying to gulp it into her stomach. His balls swelled tightly and his mother's hand held his cock so tight, it was almost painful now.
The spasms gripped her, her cunt contracting time and again. Seldom had Sharon come in a series. But she did now. She came time and again, with one orgasm following another. Her cunt was in convulsions, seized by intense spasms that were the greatest feeling in the world.
"Oh, I can't stop!" she sobbed. "I can't stop coming! My cunt won't stop, Billy! I'm going to come forever-never stop coming!"
But stop she did. Exhausted, drained, she let her ass slump to the couch. Her eyes were closed, her expression dreamy as her cunt slowly began to calm. Billy kept his tongue licking up and down her sweet cunt slit, only gently now, as if he understood his mother couldn't take any more.
"Billy, that was so good!" she breathed. "For a guy that never sucked a cunt before, you're a real expert."
Billy lifted his face from her cunt, grinning proudly up at her. His lips, cheeks and chin glistened with the juices of his mother's cunt. He should be proud, she thought. She had never been licked so fantastically in her life.
She found his cock again with her fingers.
"So hard," she moaned. "Your cock is so hard now, Billy. We've got to do something with it. My cunt feels sore, but you can fuck me, though. We can't let you go around with such a beautiful hard-on, that's for sure."
Billy arched his hips backward, looking down at his cock. Sharon pumped it, feeling the powerful throbbing in her fist. She made his cockhead bulge, his piss hole flare wetly.
She giggled. "Want to fuck my tits?"
"How can I do that, Mom," he asked.
"I'll show you," Sharon said. "We can give my cunt a break."
She had her son climb onto the couch with her, straddling her stomach. The feel of his young ass on her flesh felt good, and she parted his ass-cheeks so the inner heat would touch her skin. His balls rested on her upper stomach, his cock throbbing with power.
She pulled his hips upward, gurgling with the heat of his ass sliding along her flesh. She could feel his ass-hole puckering. When his cock was above her tits, she pressed it between them, then smashed the satiny mounds about his prick.
"Now fuck them," she hissed softly, her chin tucked so she could watch. "Fuck my tits, Billy! I'll hold them real tight around your cock."
Billy leaned over, bracing himself with his hands on the arm of the couch near his mother's head. He looked down at her tits, feeling the smooth heat surrounding his cock. He pumped in and out, his balls sliding on her chest. His cockhead bulged from the valley, then disappeared again.
"Nice, isn't it, Billy?" Sharon gurgled. "Do you like fucking mother's tits?"
"Yeah!" Billy grunted.
Sharon purred her eyes glazed as she watched his cock poking toward her chin. The throbbing hardness of it between her tits felt good, and his balls rubbing back and forth sent shivers of pleasure rippling about her skin. He was dripping a lot, and the valley of her tits turned slippery.
"You don't have to be careful, Billy," she said. "You can fuck as hard as you want to. You won't hurt me."
He had been moving kind of slowly, keeping his weight off her chest as much as he could. But now he started sliding his cock faster, ignoring his weight. Sharon gurgled with delight, enjoying the way his hairless balls rubbed her flesh. She felt his cock increase in size, the throbbing more powerful.
"Ohhhh, I think you're getting ready to come!" she squealed. "Don't stop, darling! Let it squirt! Just squirt all over mother's tits!"
But Billy pulled his cock free of her tits. He grasped it, smashing the wet cockhead against one of his mother's nipples. Sharon whimpered as she saw her nipple pressed inward. He rubbed the head of his cock about her nipple, going from one to the other. His balls felt hot on her chest. She let go of her tits and shoved her hands past his hips, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She squeezed his ass, her eyes glazed as she watched his cock rubbing at her nipples.
Billy gripped his cock, and began to beat his fist back and forth on it.
"Oooooh, jack it off!" Sharon gurgled. "Jack your cock off, Billy! Squirt it on mother's tits! Jack that beautiful cock, that hard cock! Mmmmmm, spurt on my fucking tits! Drench mother's fucking tits in hot, sweet come-juice!"
His fist brushed her tits as he pounded his cock. Sharon clawed at his ass, her fingers digging into his asscrack. She found his puckered ass-hole, and rubbed at it. She squealed in a husky sound, her eyes bright and glassy as she stared at the head of his prick only inches from her tits.
"Jack it off! Jack it off!" Sharon sobbed, her own naked ass twisting on the couch. "Jack your cock off! Billy, jerk off on my tits! Jack off on mother's fucking tits!"
Billy was grunting, his fist flying on his cock. His balls swelled hard. Sharon, watching his cock, began rubbing and pressing her finger at his tight ass-hole. The sensation there caused Billy to grunt with wild pleasure.
Hot, creamy juice spewed from the head of his cock.
It splashed on his mother's forehead.
"Oooooh, in my face!" she yelped. "Come in my face, baby! Oooooh! it's so hot! Come in my fucking face!"
The tip of her finger slipped into her son's ass-hole.
Billy yelped, his cock spraying thick come-juice into his mother's face. Sharon wiggled her finger in his ass-hole, and the come-juice spurted with more power. Her eyes closed as her face was coated with her son's come-juice, her expression lewd but radiant. Come-juice glistened on her cheeks, and her finger moved into her son's ass-hole. Billy groaned, clutching his cock hard, no longer jacking on it.
Sharon parted her lips, and a spurt of come-juice splashed across her tongue. She sobbed and darted her tongue to the tip of his squirting cock. Billy lifted his ass a bit, and his cock gushed into his mother's mouth. Her lips were about an inch away, and he watched as her mouth filled.
"Swallow it, Mom!" he gasped.
Sharon did.
Her mouth filled again, and she gulped it down hungrily. She pressed her finger deeper into his ass-hole, as far as it would go. A final spurt of creamy come-juice splashed at the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmm," Sharon mewled when it was done. Her face gleamed with come-juice. She slipped her finger out of her son's ass-hole, and Billy sat back, his ass tickled by the hairs of her cunt. "You're delicious, baby! You taste good, very good!"
She licked at her lips, tasting the come-juice, grinning wickedly up at him. She moved a hand to his balls, holding them.
"Your balls are empty," she said, slightly disappointed. "But I bet they'll be full again in no time."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, the first thing Sharon saw was her son's cock standing up in hardness.
He lay on his back in her bed, breathing evenly in sleep. He was naked, just as she was. She sat up and stared at Billy's cock, thinking it was a very nice way to wake, a very nice thing to see right away. She crossed her legs and sat looking at him.
Billy's cock was almost perfectly straight, and it stood up from that tuft of hair so beautifully. She leaned over and looked closely, examining his hairless balls. His youth was so appealing, her cunt became moist. She touched his thigh lightly, not wanting to wake him yet.
She caressed his flesh gently, her hand feathery light. She loved the feel of his flesh. She held her breath as she stroked his balls lightly, then traced a fingertip up the shaft to his cockhead. She licked her lips, her mouth becoming watery. The taste of his young come-juice seemed to linger on her tongue.
The desire to suck his cock was strong, very strong. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and have it squirt into her mouth, not in her face as last night. That had been fun, very much so, but she would have preferred to have it going off in her mouth. She leaned over, her lips hovering an inch above her son's cock. She could feel the heat of it on her mouth. She pulled her hand back and slowly leaned down. She kissed the head of her son's cock very lightly, still not ready to wake him up. Not that her son would make her stop.-
She knew Billy wouldn't do that. If he did anything, it would be to thrust his cock into her mouth. But she wanted to savor this moment, to enjoy it.
With just a bare touch of her tongue, Sharon licked at the shaft of Billy's cock. She tasted the heat, the throbbing hardness. She had to resist the urge to shove her face into his crotch, kiss and lick at his young balls-, feel them smashed at her face. She probed his balls with the tip of her tongue, listening to his breathing as it became uneven. She felt him twist slightly in sleep.
She cupped her cunt as she lightly ran her tongue about his hard-on. She was bubbling wet, and rubbed her puffy cunt lips with her fingers. She circled the smooth head of her son's cock with her tongue, then licked up the beading juices seeping out of his piss hole. She was exciting herself, not knowing how long she could keep it up. She was making soft whimpers as she moved her wet lips up and down his prickshaft, then over his smooth prickhead. She ran her lips to his balls, kissing them again. The scent of his crotch assaulted her erotic senses, making her mind reel with burning desire.
Pinching her clit, she gave in to the impulse to close her lips about the head of his cock. She sucked gently on the head, her lips just behind the ridge.
She moved her mouth down, filling it with her son's prick, trying to keep the soft moans of pleasure as quiet as she could. She took the full length of his cock into her mouth, her lips at the base. She pressed it at the roof of her mouth, feeling his swollen cockhead probing her throat. Her cunt seemed to lurch in tight heat. She squeezed her thumb and forefinger on her clit. Her cunt sucked inward, and her ass-hole tightened. The hard heat of her son's cock in her mouth sent shivers of pleasure through her naked body, her nipples swelling painfully.
She held his cock deep in her mouth for a long time, enjoying it.
Then she couldn't stand it any longer.
She began sucking her son's cock.
She sucked slowly at first, then as her hunger increased, she bobbed her lips up and down faster, clinging tighter.
"What a way to wake up," Billy said.
Holding his cock in her mouth, Sharon turned her eyes up at him. He was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shining. Her eyes sparkled at him, and now that he was awake, she made a sobbing sound and sucked very hard at his prick.
"You like that, Mom?" he asked. "Mmmmm," she moaned.
Billy shoved his hand under his mother's ass. Sharon lifted for him, and pulled her hand from her cunt. Billy thrust a finger into his mother's cunt, and she settled on it, leaning over and sucking on his prick with more hunger. When she felt another finger against her ass-hole, she squealed around his cock and lifted her ass slightly.
Billy giggled and without warning, plunged a finger up his mother's ass. Sharon's eyes went wide, unfocused. The feel of one of her son's fingers in her cunt and one up her ass made her tremble with early morning rapture. She wiggled her ass, then began to move it up and down, fucking herself on his buried fingers. Her mouth kept sucking at his cock, her eyes blazing up at his.
"You taste so good!" Sharon sobbed, lifting her mouth off his cock. "You taste so fucking good this morning, Billy!"
"You feel sort of good yourself, Mom," he said, pressing his fingers up her cunt and ass-hole.
"This is the best breakfast I've ever had." She grinned at him, rubbing the head of his cock about her face. "I bet your come-juice is better than coffee."
"Try it and see," he urged, lifting his ass.
Sharon moved a hand beneath his ass, digging her fingers into the crack. She felt his tight ass-hole and slipped a finger into it. Billy grunted. Sharon opened her mouth and pulled his cock back inside. She sucked up and down swiftly a few times, then released it again. She dived her face to his balls, licking and kissing frantically. She lifted her ass up, on her knees. She waggled her naked ass, and Billy began to fuck his fingers in and out of her cunt and ass-hole together. He parted his legs, and his mother buried her face into his crotch, sucking at his balls, one finger going in and out of his gripping ass-hole, her other hand jacking on his cock. She mewled and whimpered, her eyes blazing with passion. She licked at his balls, dipping her tongue beneath them, the tip touching her finger that moved into his ass-hole. She pulled her finger out, and shoved her face into his ass. Her tongue licked the inner sweetness of his ass cheeks, then probed his ass-hole.
"Ahhhh, wow!" Billy grunted, pulling his knees back, his ass lifting.
"Mmmmm, sweet," Sharon whispered, her tongue licking and circling the tight pucker of her son's ass-hole. She licked his ass-hole for a while, her own ass lifted in the air and shaking as Billy kept his fingers plunging into her cunt and ass-hole. Then she returned to his cock, licking her way to his cockhead. She swallowed her son's prick again, and began sucking in a frenzy.
Sharon fucked on his cock faster and faster with her mouth. She twisted her ass, urging her son to lick her cunt. Billy grabbed the spreading cheeks of his mother's ass and shoved his face into the wetness, his tongue delving, lips sucking, his nose pressed at her ass-hole. He arched his hips up, and began to bounce, driving his cock in and out of his mother's mouth, fucking it. Sharon gurgled and smashed her pussy into Billy's face, grinding and squealing with pleasure.
Billy's cock grew thicker inside her mouth, stretching her lips, crowding her tongue. Her lips gripped tightly, riding up and down. His swollen cockhead beat at the back of her throat, and she didn't care if he bruised her lips or made her throat sore. There was too much ecstasy to care.
Billy clawed at the cheeks of his mother's ass above his face, watching her ass-hole pucker and twitch. He ran his tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, fucking it and then licking, running it from her inflamed clit across her fiery cunt lips and then to her ass-hole.
Sharon squealed about his cock and hunched her hips, pressing her ass-hole into her son's face. Billy held her ass cheeks wide, his lips smashed around her hot ass-hole, his tongue licking almost in a frenzy. His chin seemed surrounded by the hairy, wet heat of his mother's cunt.
Sharon wiggled her ass into her son's face, feeling his tongue licking hotly. She sucked on his prick as he pumped it in and out of her mouth. She shoved her hands under his ass, clutching his tightening ass-cheeks, lifting him, driving his cock to her throat.
She shook her ass in Billy's face, whimpering softly. The tuft of hair at the base of his cock excited her as it tickled her lips. The hot throbbing seemed to blister her lips as his cock plunged up and down. The friction on her stretching lips was the best ever, and she lifted one hand to his balls, cradling them, feeling the fullness. There was a load in his balls that excited her, made her mouth water with anticipation. She drew on his cock with tight lips, making sobbing sounds. She held her head still, letting her son fuck up and down, bang at her throat. Then she had to move with him, going down as he thrust up, lifting and sucking hard as he lowered his ass.
Her cunt smashed at his chin, boiling with scalding wetness. His tongue burned the sensitive crinkle of her ass-hole. She squirmed her ass tighter into her son's face, and cried out as it penetrated her ass-hole. Billy thrust his tongue up his mother's ass-hole, feeling it grip tightly. His lips sucked at the same time, and Sharon thought her son was trying to suck the shit out of her, he sucked her that hard.
Billy feverishly sucked at his mother's ass-hole, and hardly knew it when she lifted, placed her cunt against his mouth and rubbed in a frenzy at his lips. Billy shot his tongue upward, and his mother fucked herself on it. She was squealing in rapture as he kept fucking her mouth. She clung to his balls with one hand, and was plunging a finger of her other hand in and out of his ass-hole.
Sharon's cunt bubbled and boiled, an orgasm swelling inside, driving her wild. She shook her cunt into her son's face and began to devour his cock with a frenzy. She sobbed and whimpered in her efforts to pull the creamy come-juice out of his balls. She wanted to taste it spurting into her mouth with a desperation. Her finger pounded in and out of his ass-hole, working with her mouth and tongue.
With a squeal, she slammed her hairy cunt hard into her son's face, her knees gripping his sides. She came in hot, wet waves of liquid heat. Her cunt closed about her son's tongue, pulling and squeezing. Billy gripped her naked ass tightly, sucking at the flow of sweet fluids, his throat working. His cock pounded with painful pulsations as his mother's mouth grabbed at the base, pulling up as hard as she could and creating the most powerful suction she could manage.
Billy grunted, arching his cock high.
The come-juice spattered the back of his mother's throat. Sharon wailed and gulped wetly, sucking in hunger, her tongue fluttering. The taste of his come-juice caused her to come again with a more powerful convulsion. Billy came so much, Sharon almost choked on it. The thick taste on her tongue made her groan with perverse ecstasy. She sucked hard, draining his young balls, her finger buried up his ass but no longer fucking. She felt his ass-hole clench on her finger as he came. She began to grind her contracting cunt brutally into her son's face, but
Billy stayed with her, his tongue licking and his lips sucking.
Moaning, Sharon tumbled off her son's body. Her lips kept burning with the sweet taste of his come-juice, and her cunt twitched as she spread her legs. Billy breathed deeply, his face coated with the juices of his mother's cunt.
"Oh, I was right," Sharon whispered. "It is better than coffee. Billy, I'll take your come-juice over coffee any fucking morning."
"You'll have to take more than that, Mom," he said, his cock still hard.
"What do you mean, darling?"
"You gotta fuck me now," he laughed.
She flung her hand to his cock, squeezing it. "I know, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. But give me a minute. You're almost too much for me, you know."
"Almost?"
She nodded, turning on her side and stroking his cock.
"Not quite, but almost," she smiled. "I've never seen a cock stay so fucking hard! I love it, though. I love it so much!"
"Fuck me," he urged. "Get on me and fuck me, Mom."
"You horny little cunt-licker," she giggled, turning around on the bed and straddling his legs. "Don't you ever get enough pussy?"
Billy grinned. "Why should I?"
"That's right, why should you?" Sharon said, sliding her cunt up his thigh. She lifted her crotch, fitting his cock to her cunt. With the head between the hairy lips, she pulled them open and slowly lowered herself, making a hot hiss as her cunt filled with his hard prick. "You've got all the pussy you'll ever want right here. All the wet pussy you'll ever need."
"Wanna bet?" he giggled, holding her thighs, her tits dangling over his face as she began to ride his cock.
"No, I don't want to bet," she said. "I'd probably lose."
She leaned down so her son could suck her tits. Billy closed his lips about a rubbery nipple, sliding his hands up his mother's thighs and holding her ass. Sharon bounced up and down, stabbing herself in the cunt with his cock. The fucking was as powerful as the day before, but slow and enjoyable. When she slipped her tit from his mouth and kissed him, Billy thrust his tongue into her mouth. Sharon sucked at it, gurging as her ass churned and danced. She twisted her ass sideways, then jerked up and down. The stabbing of his cock made her tremble in delight. If he could stay hard this way all the time, she was more than willing to provide him with her hot cunt or her wet mouth. She would make sure he had all the pussy and blow jobs he could take.
"Mmmmmm, so good, isn't it?" she whispered, returning her tit to his mouth. "This is the only way to wake up in the morning, right, baby?"
Billy moaned, his mouth full of satiny tit. He held his mother's naked ass while she bounced, her cunt very wet and hot. The way his mother's cunt gripped and flexed on his cock made his balls tight.
Sharon couldn't fuck slowly for any length of time. The sensations of a hard cock inside her cunt refused to let her fuck so slowly, and soon she was bouncing up and down swiftly. She sat up, shoulders straight, cupping her own tits and squirming on her son's cock. She drew her feet back, squatting on his prick, and Billy watched with hot eyes. His mother's cunt ran up and down, the pink lips holding tightly. There was a froth of cunt juices growing at the base of his cock.
Sharon moved a hand down into the thick pussy hair, pulling up on her cunt. Her clit protruded, hard and tingling. Now Billy could see the way her pussy lips clung to his cock better. He began to gasp with pleasure, arching his hips up, wanting his cock deeper into the wet heat of his mother's cunt.
"I think I'm about to come," Sharon whimpered, her ass twisting in tight circles, screwing up and down. "I think my cunt is on fire and I think I'm about to come! Ooooh, I am! I am going to come!"
She smashed her cunt down hard on her son's cock, her pussy gripping, her cunt lips waving and sucking with her powerful muscles. She arched her head up, her neck taut. She dug violently into her tits and screamed.
Billy was unable to resist the pull of her pussy. His cock exploded, gushing deeply.
Sharon screamed again, rushing one hand behind her shaking ass, grabbing his writhing balls and pressing them tightly against her ass-hole. When the orgasm started to fade, she shrieked into a second. Billy's cock jerked and spewed, feeling as if his mother's cunt was sucking his balls up his cock and into her cunt, too.
Sharon fell from him, her cunt still contracting. She pressed her hands between her thighs, rolling on the bed, gasping with the intense orgasms. Billy's cock deflated, and he sat up, watching his mother with wide eyes.
"What's wrong, Mom?" he asked.
"I can't stop coming!" Sharon gasped. "I can't stop! My cunt-oh, my cunt!"
It seemed a long time before she calmed down, but it was actually only minutes. She lay with her legs wide apart, her shapely tits heaving up and down.
"See what you to do to me, Billy?" she grinned at him.
"Are you sure it's me, Mom?" he asked. "Or is it because you like to fuck so much?"
"Either way," she said, struggling to sit up. She sat there a moment. Then she said, her voice low: "Either I have to piss awfully bad, or I'm about to come again."
Billy laughed. "You don't know the difference?"
"I can't take a chance," she giggled, climbing from the bed. She moved quickly to the adjoining bathroom. Billy sat and watched his mother through the open door. He saw her sit on the toilet, her knees closed at first, then as the sound of her pissing came to him, Sharon opened her knees, grinning wickedly at him.
"I guess I had to piss instead," she said.
Billy walked into the bathroom, his cock swinging from side to side. Sharon gazed at it, licking her lips. "Don't you have to piss in the morning, too, Billy?"
"I can wait, Mom."
"You don't have to," she whispered in a strange, low voice.
She spread her legs wide on the toilet. Billy saw the golden piss spewing from her hairy cunt. His balls tingled and his eyes brightened.
"Piss between my legs," Sharon said in that same strange voice.
Billy stood before his mother, aiming his cock between her thighs. Sharon's eyes glazed over as she watched the head of his cock. She made a soft hissing sound as he began to piss. She ran her hand to her cunt, pulling up on it, and their piss mingled.
"Ooooh, Billy!" she whimpered.
Billy giggled, and lifted his prick.
"Ohhhh!" Sharon gasped.
He pissed on her exposed clit. The stream of her piss was cut off sharply as her son's piss stung her cunt. Then she was pissing again. Billy lifted his cock slightly, and sprayed piss across his mother's hand, drenching the curls of her cunt. Sharon gasped with the unexpected pleasure, her lips parted as she looked down. She arched her hips forward, using both hands to pull the lips of her cunt apart. She was almost pissing over the seat, but it was what she wanted. Her son was pissing on her cunt now, the hot sting exciting her. She felt her cunt grip, and she began to piss in short, strong spurts.
"Oooooh, piss on me, baby!" she gurgled. "It's so hot and wet! Piss on my cunt! We're pissing, baby! You're pissing on mother's fucking cunt and it feel so fucking good and I think I'm going to come again!"
Billy strained, sending a hot stream over the lips of his mother's pussy. Sharon groaned as a contraction seized her cunt. The orgasm wasn't strong, but it was very satisfying. She was sure the feel of his hot piss on her cunt was the better of the two sensations. She knew, though, that she wanted to try it again, to make sure.
As his piss slowed, she looked up at him, grinning lewdly.
"You like this, Billy?"
He nodded.
"You'll have to piss on my cunt again, you know," she said in a soft voice. "I'd like to feel you pissing in my cunt."
Billy shook his cock, sending the final drops of piss onto his mother's stomach. "Whatever you want, Mom," he laughed.
CHAPTER SIX
Things were a little different with Cindy and Sean.
Cindy felt embarrassed about the day before. She had dressed as modestly as she could, and saw the disappointment on her son's face when he came in for breakfast.
She didn't want to disappoint her son, but she couldn't help it. Sucking him off yesterday had been very exciting, but now that it was over, she wasn't certain if she should ever do it again. If she were more like Sharon, it wouldn't matter. Sharon could fuck her son and enjoy it without a thought. Sharon could do anything with her son and never once feel embarrassed.
She searched Sean's face for some sign of embarrassment, but saw none. All she saw was his disappointment. Usually Cindy would dress in shorts each day, but now she had on a house-dress. It was a pretty dress, but it didn't show anything of her lovely body. Even the neckline was high.
He had put on a fresh pair of cut-offs, the uniform it seemed all boys and girls wore in the summer months.
After he had finished breakfast, Cindy cleaned up.
Sean was in the living room, waiting expectantly, she knew. She wanted to go to him, to hold him, kiss him. But it would only lead to something she didn't feel ready for. She was afraid of her own feelings, she knew. She wished she could be more like Sharon, and just go to her son and take his cock out, tell him where she wanted it, and fuck her son senseless. Her cunt told her that that was what she wanted, but she fought it.
Finished with the kitchen, she knew she couldn't stay there and hide the rest of the day. She was nervous as she entered the living room. It was late, almost noon. She had slept longer than usual that morning.
She sat at one end of the couch, her son the other. The tension seemed thick to Cindy. They didn't speak to each other, but her son kept looking at her. When he glanced at her, she couldn't meet his eyes.
After long, tension-filled minutes, Sean finally said, "I guess I'll go see Billy."
"No! "Cindy said without thinking.
"Well, I don't wanna just sit around home all day, Mother," he said, looking meaningfully at her. He had stood up, and was a few feet from her. "It's summer vacation, Mother. I gotta do something besides stay in this fucking house."
Cindy realized her son had never used such words until the day before. But then she had used them, too, and spoken them without feeling ashamed.
She admitted to herself that she wanted Sean to stay home with her to give her a little more time. And she was afraid her sister would fuck Sean. Not that Cindy would mind if Sharon did, except for one thing. Sean really wanted to fuck her, his mother, and she felt that if he gave her just a little more time, she would be able to.
Cindy breathed deeply, understanding what her son was saying.
"Honey, please," she said in a low, soft voice. "I need you."
Sean looked at her. Cindy had tears in her eyes. He placed a hand on his mother's shoulder gently. With his other hand, he pulled his cutoffs to one side, showing his cock and balls.
Cindy stopped breathing, looking at her son's cock as it lifted, swelling into hardness. There was an immediate response in her cunt, a puffy wetness.
"Will you suck me off again, Mother?" Sean asked.
Cindy lifted her eyes, looking at him with a misty expression. She saw his need, his desire. If Sharon saw that on Sean's face, she wouldn't hesitate an instant. Sharon would be on her knees and sucking before Sean could finish asking, she knew that.
Sucking her son's cock off the day before because he had a hard-on, and it had been her fault, was different. She had teased him into a hard-on, but she wasn't teasing him now. She had dressed in a manner not to entice, yet her son was trying to get her to suck his cock off again. She knew that if she did it wouldn't stop there. Sean would be after her to fuck, to get his cock up her cunt. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist her son long once he started that.
"Sean, please," she whispered.
"Mother, you done it yesterday," he said, trying to lift his mother's hand to his cock. "If you can suck me once, you can do it again, can't you?"
Cindy wanted to. She wanted to take her son's cock into her mouth and suck it, to draw his precious come-juice into her mouth. If Sean would be satisfied with blow jobs only, she would gladly suck his cock daily. But she knew he wouldn't. He wanted his cock in her cunt, and if she sucked him off, it wouldn't be long before it was there, fucking her.
She jerked her hand from his.
"Ahhh, shit!" Sean said, and turned from her.
"Wait!" Cindy gasped. "I will, Sean. I'll suck you off."
As she said it, Cindy felt she had just given her life to her son. Although she felt embarrassed and hesitant to fuck Sean, she sensed she was becoming dependent upon him, that he was playing the dominant role.
Sean turned and looked at her. He was still her son, still a young boy, still looked the same, but there was something different in his eyes. Cindy shivered and hugged herself.
He returned to his mother, standing a few feet away. He exposed his cock again, and Cindy gazed at it. He was right, she thought. She had sucked him the day before, sucked him off of her own free will. Sure, she had blamed herself for his hard-on, felt she had teased him into it, but she had not teased him this morning. His hard-on was none of her doing. Yet-she wanted it.
"It isn't fair, Mother," Sean said, his voice low.
"What isn't, honey?"
"You see me," he said. "You came to me yesterday, and you saw me naked. You saw my cock and you played with it and you sucked it off. But you won't let me see you."
"You-Sean, I let you touch me," she reminded him.
"That's not seeing, Mother."
Cindy felt tears spill from her eyes as she saw her son's cock sticking out of his cut-offs. The tears, though, were because of her desire, not embarrassment.
"I'm your mother, honey," she whispered. "You want to see me, your mother, naked?"
"Naked or something," he replied. "If you're too embarrassed to let me see you naked, just lift your dress and show it to me."
Cindy trembled visibly.
"You were doing it with Aunt Sharon," Sean reminded his mother. "I saw it, and Billy saw it. If you can do it with her, why can't you do it with me? She's your sister."
Sean was right, she felt. He had been right all the time. With Sharon or with Sean, what was the difference? Other than boy and girl, she saw none, not really.
Sean's cock was very hard now. He waited for her to take his cock in her hand, to pull it to her mouth. But the nagging suspicion that he would not be satisfied by blow jobs constantly remained with her. Then a thought came to her: If she could keep him happy without his cock going into her cunt, perhaps-she could take it up her ass!
Cindy felt her ass-hole suck inward at the thought. She had never felt a cock up her ass. She had never been fucked in the ass before. But for her son she would do it. She would take his cock up her ass and in her mouth, and maybe that way he would be satisfied and not want to fuck her cunt. Cindy wasn't thinking clearly, because none of it made sense. If she would suck his cock off, take it up her ass, what difference did it make if she used her cunt?
She lifted her eyes to his face. Tear-stained, they sparkled at him. She gave a small, tentative smile. She really didn't mind him seeing her cunt, not really. She just wasn't ready to use it to fuck him. She inched her dress up her thighs, her eyes shining into his.
Sean watched as his mother's thighs were exposed. His cock jerked up and down, wet and dripping. He adjusted the crotch of his cut-offs, his balls hanging out completely now. Cindy kept pulling her skirt up, keeping her eyes on his. When she had it at her lap, she parted her legs. She scooted her ass forward and the band of her panties stretched. The crotch was wet and the curls of cunt hair stood out from each side. Cindy hooked a finger into the tight crotch, and pulled it to one side.
Sean gasped, his cock jerking almost straight up to his stomach. The pink wetness of his mother's cunt, framed by all that exciting hair, almost made him come.
Now that she had exposed her cunt to him, Cindy felt better.
It had been done.
She felt her pussy burning, her clit knotted. Seeping juices, Cindy's cunt seemed to twitch. She was holding her breath as her son gazed between her legs. Finally, she lowered her eyes to his cock and balls. His cock seemed larger to her, thicker and longer. She began to have second thoughts. She was sure it would hurt going into her ass. It looked destructive, like something that would utterly rip her apart. Still-Releasing the crotch of her panties, she stood up. With her knees shaking, she grasped her son's cock and pumped it. Her other hand was on his shoulder as she looked down at him. When Sean cupped her tits in his hands, feeling them through her dress and bra, she said nothing. She gasped when he squeezed them, but that was all. "In my ass," she whispered. Sean's eyes jerked up to her face. "You can fuck me, honey, but only in my ass," Cindy said, her voice quivering. Turning from her son, Cindy dropped to her hands and knees, then twisted so she was resting her head and shoulders on the couch. She pulled her dress up, revealing her rounded, shapely ass. The panties were tight, molding her ass, her warm enticing ass crack showing.
"Pull my panties down, honey," Cindy whispered. "You can pull mother's panties down."
Sean, his cock lurching powerfully, grabbed the elastic waist of his mother's panties. His hands shook with anticipation as he slipped them down to her thighs. He began to breathe hard as he stared at his mother's ass. It was so beautiful, so round and firm. Her ass crack looked beautiful. Cindy, breathless with what she was offering, lifted her ass slightly. The cheeks parted just enough so her son could see the brown pucker of her ass-hole. Curling hairs of her cunt could be seen, too. When he leaned down a little, he saw the puffy lips of his mother's pussy just beneath her ass-hole.
Cindy could feel her son looking at her. She trembled as if he had touched a flame to her cunt. Her ass-hole sunk inward as she anticipated the thrust of his cock into it. But she was determined. If she didn't fuck Sean, Sharon would, eventually. Feeling embarrassed, she clutched the cheeks of her ass, pulling them as wide as she could, arching her ass up.
"Now, honey," she grunted. "Fuck me up the ass now! Hurry, be gentle, please! I don't want to be hurt."
Sean dropped to his knees, shoving his cutoffs down. His balls were aching, loaded, his cock jerking up and down. It pleased him to see his mother holding her ass cheeks open for him, her ass-hole crinkling.
He placed the swollen head of his cock against his mother's ass-hole.
Cindy sobbed.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks as she gritted her teeth.
Sean put his hands on top of his mother's and began pressing his cock at her resisting ass-hole. Cindy cried out softly as the pressure increased. The pressure gave way to a growing, burning pain. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she was determined to take her son's cock up her ass if it killed her.
Sean couldn't wait. He was much too excited. The heat of his mother's ass-hole seemed to melt the flesh of his cock as he pushed.
With a powerful thrust, his cock slipped up his mother's ass-hole.
Cindy screamed with agony.
Sean stopped, half his cock buried inside the tightness of his mother's ass-hole. She felt his prick throbbing there, and the pain, that slicing, searing pain, was suddenly gone. In fact, it had not been as bad as she had expected. It was no worse than when she got fucked the first time. And like that pain, it went away fast.
Startled that it could feel so good, Cindy pulled the cheeks of her ass open as far as possible.
"Do it, Sean!" she wailed. "Do it to me now!"
Sean plunged the rest of his cock into his mother's ass-hole, bringing a screech from Cindy. But the sound wasn't of pain, but unexpected joy. Cindy loved the stretching of her ass-hole, the fullness of it, her son's cock throbbing about the tight ring, it was fantastic.
"Ooooh, honey, honey!" she whimpered. "Fuck me, Sean! It don't hurt now! Fuck my ass, Sean! Fuck mother up the ass!"
"Ahhh, Mother!" he groaned. "So tight! You're so fucking tight and hot in there, Mother!"
"Oh, fuck it good, darling!" Cindy urged hotly. The embarrassment was gone, giving way to the most fantastic ecstasy Cindy had ever experienced. She wondered why she had not been fucked this way before. If only she had known! "Oh, Sean, it feels so good! It don't hurt at all! It feels wonderful! Fuck me, Sean! Ohhhh, yes, fuck my ass! My ass-hole!"
Sean pulled his cock back, watching the ring of his mother's ass-hole cling to it. Cindy sobbed as rapture began to burn through her body. She twisted her uplifted ass, gurgling as his cock went back into her. She felt it go deep and moaned with pleasure.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" she urged hotly. "Ohhh, Sean, baby, darling! Fuck mother's ass! Fuck my tight ass! Ahhhh, go deep in mother's ass-hole!"
Sean gripped his mother's hips when she pulled her own hands away. He plunged his cock back and forth, grunting with effort. Her ass-hole held his prick so tight, her ass ring gripping it. Cindy began to claw at the cushions of the couch, her head sideways, gasping as her pleasure increased. She could feel the ecstasy all around the expanse of her crotch, her clit so hard it was unbelievable. Her cunt seemed wetter than ever. She loved the sensation of his cock in her ass, the stuffing feeling, the stretching of her ass ring. She felt .his balls swinging against the juicy lips of her puffy cunt, smacking them wetly as he drove his cock in and out of her ass, speeding up. Her tits, smashed on the couch, seemed to swell. They began to ache, her nipples ready to burst.
She squealed softly and rocked her ass, twisting it sideways, then arching it higher for his cock. Her nerves were seared and blistered with ecstasy. Her ass-hole felt stretched forever, but she loved it. The probing head of his cock went very deep, and she had never felt so full in her life.
"Ohhh, your cock, your cock!" she cried out. "I love it, Sean! I love your cock up my ass, fucking my ass-hole! Oooh, I can feel your balls, baby! I can feel your balls hitting my cunt! It feels wonderful! Fuck me harder, Sean! Oh, fuck mother's tight ass-hole harder!"
Sean drove his cock in and out swiftly, his lower stomach slapping the cheeks of her spreading ass, his balls smashing at her juicy, fiery cunt. It seemed that his mother's ass-hole gripped the base of his cock, sucking on it as he pulled back, then expanding for him to plunge deep again. His balls writhed and swelled.
"So fucking tight, Mother!" he gasped, his eyes glazed as he watched his cock penetrating her ass-hole. "You're so fucking tight and hot! Squeeze my cock with your ass-hole, Mother! You're gonna get an ass-hole full of come-juice!"
"Oh, yes, Sean!" Cindy yelped. She squirmed and thrashed her naked ass in tight circles, arching it back to him, then humping it with his fast, rhythmic thrusts. "I want it, honey! I want it up my ass! Ooooooh, your cock-what a hard, fucking cock! Drive it to my fucking throat, honey! Fuck my ass-hole all the way to my throat!"
"I'm gonna come in your ass, Mother! I'm gonna fuck your hot ass-hole and come in it!"
"Yes!" Cindy sobbed, her fingers digging hard at the couch cushions, her ass swinging and gyrating lewdly with total abandonment. She felt wicked. The feeling was great, and she felt no embarrassment or shame in the least. What she felt was pure, torturous ecstasy, a rapture she had never known before. "Come in my ass, Sean! Ohhh, baby, fill mother's fucking hot ass with boiling come-juice! Give it to me-give it to my ass!"
Her cunt was closing and opening, her clit so inflamed she wondered why it didn't burst. Steaming wet heat wafted through her cunt and inner thighs, making her ass-hole clutch and release her son's cock.
Sean lunged into his mother's ass-hole, his cock buried to the hilt. His balls crushed against the flexing lips of her juicy, hairy cunt. Cindy heard her son gasp, then he gave a long, drawn out grunt. She felt the increased throbbing of his cock, and the boiling splash of his come-juice deep in her ass-hole.
She screamed, her cunt contracting with a powerful orgasm. She came in wave after wave of ecstatic sensations, her ass-hole clutching and squeezing at her son's gushing prick. She felt his boiling come-juice flood the depths of her stomach. The more her son came, the more her cunt convulsed. Her mind reeled until there was no thought in it. She could feel only one thing, her orgasm about to destroy her cunt and her son's cock squirting up her ass-hole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sharon stretched out in her bathtub. The water was as hot as she could stand it. She loved to bathe in water that almost scalded her. The heat soothed her flesh, loosened her up, took away the tightness of her muscles and cleared her head.
Kneeling at the side of the tub, Billy ran soapy hands about her tits and stomach. Now and then he would take a playful poke at her cunt, making his mother giggle and wiggle. no
At her request, he had put on a pair of shorts, jockey-style. But they were a size too small for him, and his cock and balls were delicious, filling them as they did. He didn't know why she wanted him to wear the jockey shorts, but he would do anything his mother wanted. Sharon knew he would. In just the few short hours together, they had discovered a mutual eroticism that delighted them both. Un-like Cindy, Sharon wasn't the least embarrassed. She wanted this pleasure with her son, wanted it more than anything in her life. And so did Billy, she was pleased to discover.
"Lift your ass, Mom," he said.
Sharon lifted up, her hairy cunt flashing to the surface of the water. Billy ran his hands through the mat of her cunt hair, turning the strands soapy.
"Wash my cunt, too," she said. "Especially wash my cunt."
"You just wanna get felt up, Mom," he said, sliding his hand between her thighs and rubbing at her cunt.
"Sure, why not?" she giggled.
Billy rubbed his hand up and down his mother's pussy, feeling the slippery juices, the wet heat that had nothing to do with bathwater. in
He stuck his middle finger out stiffly then plunged it into his mother's cunt.
"Ooooh, that feels good!" Sharon gurgled, twisting her ass, causing water to splash over the rim of the tub. She pulled the hairy lips of her cunt open with both hands, and Billy stabbed his stiff finger in and put rapidly, his knuckles banging her pink pussylips. "Keep it up, Billy, and you'll have me coming."
"You wanna come, Mom?" he asked, his thumb now on her distended clit. "I'll make you come! I'll make your hot cunt come!"
Sharon pumped her hips, fucking on his stiff finger, making soft choking sounds.
"Take your finger out," she said, dropping her ass back to the bottom of the tub. "When I come, I want something besides a finger up my pussy."
"like a cock, huh, Mom?" he asked, massaging her full tits.
Sharon's eyes sparkled as she nodded. "Or a nice tongue."
She looked over the side of the tub. "Mmmmmm, I love to see your cock so hard, baby. I like seeing it strain inside your shorts. It makes my cunt get wet."
"Your cunt stays wet, Mom," he reminded her.
"And your cock stays hard," she replied. "Is that why you asked me to put my shorts on?"
"Part of it," she said. "But I want to do something, Billy. I want to see you piss in your shorts."
"Aw, that's like a baby, Mom," Billy protested.
"Not at all," she said. "It's exciting. Come on, let me see you piss in your shorts."
Billy stood up. He started to sit on the toilet, but Sharon stopped him.
"Get in the tub with me," she said, her voice thick. "Stand up in the tub over me."
Billy climbed in, a foot on either side of his mother's waist. She moved her hands up his thighs, reaching his hips. Her eyes blazed with anticipation. Ever since she had felt her son pissing on her cunt that morning, she had been wanting to do this.
"Start pissing," she whispered, her eyes moist and hot. "Piss in your shorts, Billy. Oooh, let me see you piss in your shorts!"
Billy grinned down at his mother, one hand on the wall. He wanted to hold his cock, but she wanted him to piss in his shorts, so that's what he would do.
Sharon moaned as she saw the dark piss stain appear. Billy was trying to piss slowly, but the more it came out, the stronger it was. His shorts were soon soaked in piss and it ran along his inner thighs. Finally it was dripping from the crotch, splashing on his mother's stomach. The front of his shorts was quickly soaked in piss. She saw the crotch become very wet, and even the ass of them was wet with piss. She moved a hand to his cock, touching lightly, feeling the hot piss. She ran her hand up and down her son's thighs, playing in piss. She cupped his crotch, watching piss spray from her hand. Her eyes shone with a lewd, perverse gleam, her lips parted as she whimpered. Her cunt was pulsing with a delicious sensation. She clenched the cheeks of her ass, her eyes staring up at his crotch. The piss felt so good to her, so hot.
"Mmmmmm, that's so beautiful, baby," she moaned. "It's lovely to see you piss in your shorts. Look at how wet they are! Don't it feel good, Billy? All that hot, wet piss?"
He had to agree with his mother. It did feel good to piss in his shorts. There was something wickedly erotic about it.
Sharon held her son's hips again, her eyes taking on a strange expression. She began to pull at his hips.
"Give it to me, Billy," she whispered throatily. "Sit on my face, baby! I want to feel your hot piss, your wet shorts, in my face!"
Billy bent his knees, squatting down. Sharon slipped her hands to his ass, cupping his ass cheeks. She stared hotly at the drenched crotch of his jockey shorts. She felt piss drip on her tits and moaned softly, pulling at his ass, bringing his piss-wet crotch to her face.
Billy gazed down at his mother, his own eyes bright with perverse pleasure.
Sharon lifted her face, and rubbed it into the piss-wet crotch of her son's shorts. The wet heat sent ripples of pleasure down her flesh, making her cunt swell, her hairy cunt lips bulging as her clit knotted ever so sweetly.
"Mmmmm," she purred, twisting her face into his wet shorts, feeling his precious balls in them. Billy had stopped pissing as he squatted, but she didn't mind. She washed her face in the crotch of his shorts, making her cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and lips wet with piss.
Billy's cock swelled, turning hard as he rubbed his piss-wet crotch into his mother's eager face. Sharon purred with delight, thrilled us with the feel. She held the cheeks of his ass, urging him to wipe his crotch anywhere in her face he wanted. She was opening and closing her thighs under the water, her cunt bubbling with that hot, wet sweet feeling.
Somehow, she had dislodged the stopper, and the bathwater was running down the drain. She didn't care, nor did Billy. Sharon's ass twisted on the bottom of the tub as her cunt quivered.
With her lips brushing the piss-wet crotch of his shorts, she moaned: "I'm going to piss, too!"
"Let me see, Mom," he said, turning around. Although the tub was small, he knelt above his mother's face, a knee on each side of her head. It felt good to have his mother's face in his crotch, and he leaned over, his eyes gazing at her cunt.
A burst of golden piss sprayed from her pussy. Billy gasped as his cock hardened more. He pulled the hairy lips of his mother's cunt open, watching her hot piss spurt in an arc, then splash between her teeth at the other end of the tub. Giving in to an impulse, Billy shoved his face into the stream.
"Oooh, let me piss in your face, baby!" Sharon gurgled, licking her tongue at his wet shorts. She tasted her son's piss as her tongue swirled about the bulge of his balls. With a cry, she buried her face into his wet shorts, arching her hips to send a golden spray of piss into her son's lowered face. "I'm pissing in your face, Billy! Ooooh, I like it, don't you? Feel mother's piss in your face, baby?"
Billy enjoyed the hot piss splashing his face. He enjoyed it so much his cock was in full hardness, straining at the soaked tightness of his jockey shorts. He held his mother's cunt wide open, watching as the bubbling piss splashed at his neck, his chin. Then he turned his head from side to side, taking the full force of her hot piss into his face.
"Taste it, Billy!" Sharon moaned with her mouth pressed into his crotch. "Taste my piss! Oooooh, baby, let me piss in your mouth!"
Billy hesitated only for an instant. Then he opened his mouth and shoved his tongue out. He lapped at the golden stream as if it were a drinking fountain. It wasn't bad at all, he decided, and he spread his lips wide. He held his face six inches from her cunt, his fingers peeling her cunt lips wide apart.
Sharon was going crazy with burning heat. She was yanking his wet shorts aside, sucking at his piss-wet balls, taking them both into her mouth. She sucked and licked and sobbed with perverse hunger. The taste of her son's piss sent her mind reeling with such ecstasy, she didn't believe it. When the stream from her cunt ceased, Billy shoved his face into it, his tongue darting into the wet heat of her cunt. Sharon squealed around his balls and smashed her pussy hard at his mouth.
She began to come immediately. Her cunt sucked at his delving tongue, contracting with tight spasms. She sucked hungrily at his balls, her tongue swirling. The taste of his piss increased the wild desire she felt. She jerked at his shorts, his cock bursting out. She rushed her mouth to it, but Billy had lifted his head from her still convulsing cunt. He turned around quickly, straddling his mother's face.
Grabbing the back of her head, he plunged his cock into her mouth. Sharon's eyes rolled about dreamily as her lips stretched about her son's cock. She gurgled when he started fucking into her mouth.
"Suck me, Mom!" Billy urged. "Suck my cock! I'm gonna come in your cocksucking throat! That made me so hot, Mom!"
Her eyes flashed at him, smoldering. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass, feeling the piss soaking the shorts. She jerked his cock forward, ramming it deep. His swollen cockhead smashed at her throat and her cunt leaped into a series of orgasms. She growled mindlessly as her son began to fuck her mouth violently, his balls bouncing up and down on her chin. He held her head up, driving his cock in and out all the way, his smooth prickhead entering her throat.
"Fuck your mouth, Mom!" Billy grunted. "I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth! It feels like your fucking pussy, Mom! Your mouth feels like your hot, wet cunt!"
Sharon gurgled, squirming her ass on the bottom of the tub, her hips pumping up and down as if she were getting a hard cock up her cunt at the same time. She thrilled to the way her son fucked her mouth, using it as if it were her cunt.
Billy's cock throbbed between her lips. Sharon, pressed her tongue at the bottom of it, making his cock slide across the roof of her mouth. She slipped a finger below his thrusting ass, tickling his balls, urging him to fuck her mouth as fast and deep and hard as he wanted. She felt the sensations of his cock on her lips as she had when it was fucking her cunt. The friction was fantastic. She sucked hard as he fucked her mouth, feeling his prick swell as he approached the gushing point. Already her throat burned with anticipation to take the load of come-juice.
Gripping a cheek of his ass, she slipped her other hand between his legs. She cupped her son's balls, pulling at them, squeezing, trying to make him come, wanting the thick, creamy juice spurting down her throat.
"I'm about to let go, Mom!" Billy grunted, his eyes on fire as he watched his cock ramming into her mouth. "I'm gonna come! Ohhh, Mom, take it! Take my come-juice! Suck it-eat it!"
The boiling come-juice exploded into her mouth. Sharon sobbed as it splashed at the back of her throat, burning its way down to her stomach. She sucked frantically, powerfully, draining the sweetness from his young balls. She twisted his balls to keep him coming, her thighs squeezed tight as her cunt convulsed with a wet, steaming orgasm.
Billy kept fucking her mouth as he came, sometimes coming with the head of his cock inside her throat, and sometimes with it pressing at her tongue. Sharon cried with ecstasy as her mouth filled time and again, her slim throat struggling to swallow every drop.
She used her tongue to catch the final spurt, and holding the head of his cock between her lips, she rolled the creamy juice about her mouth, tasting and loving it, then she swallowed.
Billy pissed again.
Her eyes flashed up at him as she felt the hot taste of his piss spew across her tongue. Billy giggled.
Sharon's eyes rolled, and she clung to the head of his cock with tight lips, letting her son piss into her mouth. It didn't last long and it wasn't much piss, but Sharon experienced a wild, explosive orgasm when it happened.
Billy pulled his cock from her mouth, laughing as he stepped out of the tub.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, her eyes twinkling as she grinned.
"You wanted to piss in my mouth, so I pissed in yours," Billy said. He stepped out of his wet shorts, his cock, as before, still hard.
Sharon sat up, closing her fist about his cock and pumping on it. A bead of juice formed at the piss hole, and she flicked the tip of her tongue over it. "Now I want it in my cunt," she said, her voice thick. "Now you have to fuck my pussy. You fucked my mouth, and now you're going to fuck my cunt."
Sharon got out of the tub as Billy draped his piss-wet shorts on the sink. She placed a foot on the rim of the tub, spreading her knee to one side and arching her crotch toward him. She pulled her son's cock forward.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
Billy was just short enough for his cock to fit into his mother's cunt standing this way. Sharon sucked in a hot hiss of air as his cock slipped past her wet cunt lips. She moved her ass forward, her cunt sucking his cock deeply. She braced herself, a hand on his shoulder. Her hips pumped back and forth as Billy held her ass, thrusting his cock forward to meet the lunge of his mother's cunt.
Sharon picked up her son's shorts, and with her eyes smoldering, washed her face with them. She stuffed the crotch into her mouth and sucked the piss out, her hips churning on her son's cock.
Billy laughed. It excited him to see his mother sucking the piss from his shorts as her cunt raced back and forth on his cock. The position wasn't very good, but they managed well enough.
Sharon's knees were bent slightly, her foot resting on the rim of the bathtub, thrown wide to give her son access to her hungry cunt.
"Mmmmmm, fuck that pussy!" Sharon squealed as she washed her face with his piss-wet shorts again. "Fuck mother's hot cunt, Billy! Ohhhh, your cock is so fucking hard, and it goes so fucking deep! I love your cock, Billy! I love your cock in my cunt and in my mouth and fucking me! Ooooh, your shorts are so wet! I like sucking piss out of them!" And then: "I'm about to come!"
A shriek of tormented ecstasy boiled from her mouth. She cut the sound off by stuffing the crotch of his shorts into it. Her eyes glazed as she sucked hard at the piss, her cunt clutching his cock tightly. The spasms struck, and Billy grunted as his mother's cunt sucked at his prick. His balls swelled again, and he dug his hands into his mother's grinding ass.
With a shout, he came.
His cock spurted powerfully into his mother's hungry pussy, flooding it with the creamy juices of his balls. Sharon swallowed the piss she was sucking from his shorts, pressing her contracting cunt onto his gushing cock almost brutally. Her tits seemed to tremble, and her nipples protruded in bursting hardness. Billy grasped one tit with his lips, sucking as hard as he could as his cock drenched her greedy cunt.
Her eyes closed, his shorts dangling from her mouth, the spasms slowly faded.
"Ohhh, that was the best fuck yet!" she breathed as his prick slipped out of her pussy. She was weak and sat down on the toilet. She leaned against the water tank, her legs parted. She ran her son's shorts between her legs, rubbing at her cunt. Then, giggling, she stuffed her son's shorts into her cunt.
When she stood, her cunt held his shorts inside. She looked funny to Billy.
"Don't laugh at me," Sharon said. "I know what I like."
"I'm not laughing, Mom," he said. "I like to see you do these things."
They climbed back into the tub, but turned the shower head on. Washing the piss from their bodies, Sharon finally pulled his shorts from her cunt. With a glassy expression, she sucked at them again.
"How does your cunt taste, Mom?" he teased.
"Mmmmmm, you should know, you little cunt-licker," she teased back. "You've sucked my pussy enough."
They dried off, and naked, walked to the living room. There wasn't much sense in dressing. Besides, Sharon enjoyed being naked, liked seeing her son naked. She enjoyed watching his cock and balls swing when he walked, and the way they rested between his thighs when he sat.
Billy mixed iced tea and they sat on the couch, drinking it. When Billy poured a small amount of his tea on his mother's tit, she yelped.
"That's cold!"
He laughed and leaned forward, licking the tea off her tit.
The sound of the door opening caused them to jump, and as the door came all the way open, they both ran fast down the hallway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cindy saw the naked flash of both asses.
Her breath caught in her throat, and the first thing she thought was that it was a good thing Sean wasn't with her. She closed the door behind her, seeing the naked ass of her sister and nephew as they rounded the door of the bedroom.
Then Sharon's face peeked around the door and she saw her sister standing there. She began to laugh.
"You scared the shit out of us," she said. "Don't you ever knock, Cindy?"
Sharon stepped unashamedly into the hall. Billy peered around the door, looking at his aunt with huge eyes.
Cindy couldn't help but laugh.
"Then you shouldn't be doing something you're ashamed of," she said.
"Who's ashamed?" Sharon grinned. Being naked before her sister was no big thing. They had seen each other naked many times as teenagers. But they weren't teenagers now, and there had been quite a few changes.
Oddly, Cindy didn't feel the least embarrassed about walking in on her sister and nephew while they were naked together. She had suspected her sister would get around to fucking Billy, and she had just seen the proof of it. Embarrassed to fuck her own son, she found it exciting to know Sharon was doing it with Billy.
Sharon stood in the hallway, watching her sister nonchalantly sit down on the couch. Cindy crossed her legs, and an expanse of creamy thigh was exposed.
"You know, don't you?" Sharon asked.
"Let's say I thought you were up to something, Sharon," Cindy replied. "I wasn't sure, but I know you, remember. You've been caught with your panties down, girl."
"So I have," Sharon said. "The question now, though, is what are you going to do about it, Cindy?"
"What should I do about it?" Cindy replied. "I have no say in what you do with Billy. You can do anything you want with him. He's your son, not mine."
Sharon detected a change in her sister. She didn't look sad nor worried. There seemed to be a radiance about her, an expression of happiness that had been missing for some time. Then it came to her.
She grinned widely at her sister. "You fucked Sean, didn't you?"
Cindy nodded her head slightly. It was in her eyes.
Sharon moved down the hall, her hips swaying seductively. Cindy stared at her sister's shapely tits jiggling tightly, then at the bush of her cunt hair. She could just see the pink lips of Sharon's pussy. She ran her tongue suggestively over her lips.
Sharon noticed her sister was trying to look past her, and she peered over her shoulder. Billy was still peeking around the door.
Looking back at Cindy, she asked, her voice low and throaty: "Should Billy put on some clothing?"
For a moment Cindy didn't answer. Her eyes took on a hot glow.
"Why should he?" she said, her voice whispery. "It's your house, Sharon."
Sharon called out: "Come on out, Billy. It's okay. I think your aunt wants something."
Billy, not at all shy, stepped from the bedroom and came walking down the hall as if he were naked every day in front of his aunt.
Cindy's eyes followed the swing of his cock and balls, and she felt her cunt pulsing hotly between her thighs. She saw no difference between Billy's cock and balls and Sean's. They were almost alike as far as she could tell. Neither had much cock hair, and both had lovely, hairless balls.
Billy stopped at his mother's side, looking at his aunt. He was looking at the flesh of her exposed thigh. There wasn't much he could see, but it was enough to make his cock tingle.
Sharon wrapped her arm about her son's waist, smiling at her sister. "I see a gleam in your eyes, Cindy," she said. "Does it mean what I think it means?"
"He's beautiful," Cindy whispered. She was gazing directly at Billy's young cock and balls. "Just beautiful."
Sharon laughed. "He's a damn good fuck, too."
"You should know," Cindy said, rocking her foot back and forth. There was a wetness between her thighs as her cunt pulsated with hunger. She was thinking about fucking Billy. It wouldn't be the same as fucking her son. Billy was her nephew, and she did so want a cock in her cunt. Sharon wouldn't mind, she knew. Sharon would, if anything, want to watch.
As if knowing what her sister was thinking, Sharon approached Cindy, leaving Billy standing in the middle of the floor. She squatted, and shoved her hand under the hem of Cindy's skirt. She pushed it back, exposing more creamy thigh. Cindy began to tremble, her eyes fixed upon her nephew's cock. It was lifting, becoming hard. She felt Sharon's hot palm moving up her thigh, shoving her skirt higher. She knew she was going to get fucked by her nephew.
Sharon, too, knew it.
Her sister sat without moving, gazing with hot eyes at her son. Sharon knew Cindy was not only willing but eager to fuck Billy. Cindy shifted her ass as Sharon tugged her skirt past her hips. Sharon could hear her son breathing hard behind her, knowing he was watching, his cock swelling.
Cindy didn't resist when Sharon pulled her knees apart and pushed her legs wide. She didn't resist when her sister hooked a finger into the crotch of her lacy panties and pulled them aside. She gasped, though, as her cunt was shown to Billy. His cock jerked into full hardness as he saw his aunt's hairy cunt, his mother holding the panties wide to give him a good view.
"Cindy," Sharon said softly, feeling lightly at her sister's cunt, "Billy is going to fuck you."
"Yes," Cindy replied. "I know."
Sharon felt her sister's cunt, felt the slippery wet heat of it. Billy had come closer now, his cock standing out very hard. Cindy placed her hand on it, then squeezed her nephew's cock. Sharon moaned as she watched, then lowered her face and gave her sister a light kiss on her stiff clit.
Cindy gasped with pleasure and began to jack on her nephew's cock, scooting her ass to the edge of the couch. Sharon caressed the creamy flesh of Cindy's thighs, her tongue licking up and down the hairy wetness. Cindy placed her other hand on the back of her sister's head and arched her cunt against her hot lips. Sharon's tongue slipped into the steaming wetness of Cindy's cunt and darted in and out.
"Ooooh," Cindy murmured, twisting her cunt into Sharon's mouth. She pulled Billy's cock, bringing it close to her face. Her tongue snaked out, then swirled about the swollen head of his cock. Billy gurgled, watching his mother burying her face into his aunt's cunt. When Cindy closed her lips about his cock and sucked it, his balls swelled.
Cindy pulled her nephew's cock deeply into her mouth, the tuft of cock hair feeling like her own son's. She used her tongue as she sucked, sliding her hand to his naked ass and pulling his cock into her throat. She lifted her cunt to Sharon's sucking mouth, gurgling with wet heat as her nephew began to fuck in and out of her mouth.
Sharon lifted her face, watching her sister taking Billy's cock past her clinging lips. She moved her own face there and tickled her son's balls with the tip of her tongue. Billy grunted with the feel of his aunt's mouth and his mother's tongue on him.
"You've got to fuck your aunt," Sharon said in a thick voice. "Aunt Cindy needs some cock, Billy."
Cindy was sucking eagerly on the head of Billy's cock, whimpering, eyes closed. Her tongue swirled wetly, her lips gripping. Sharon cupped her son's ass, the tip of her tongue flicking at the base of Billy's cock. Watching them, Billy felt a great excitement. The two mouths were fiery on his prick. His mother's tongue licked at the hard shaft, touching Cindy's spreading lips. Cindy sucked quite hard on the swollen head, her tongue twisting hungrily about his dripping piss hole.
"I want it!" Cindy groaned, removing her lips to look up at Billy's young, glowing face. "Oh, Billy, I do want it! Your cock is so hard and so beautiful! I want it in me, fucking me! Oh, Billy, I want to fuck you!"
As Cindy's mouth left Billy's cock, Sharon gulped it into her mouth. She squeezed her son's ass, sliding her lips to the base of his cock, mewling softly as she sucked back and forth. Sharon then offered her son's cock to her sister again.
Watching Cindy pull Billy's cock greedily into her mouth, Sharon stroked her sister's bubbling cunt, working a finger in and out, along the sides of her pulsing clit. She squeezed her son's ass cheek, a finger pressing the pucker of his ass-hole. Her eyes gleamed lewdly as she watched Cindy gobbling at Billy's cock. The feel of her sister's hot wet pussy closing about her finger, her son's ass in her other hand and the visual stimulation of watching Cindy sucking the young cock had Sharon's pussy in contractions, hot juices dripping along her inner thighs.
"Suck my son's cock, Cindy," she whispered throatily. "Suck Billy's cock. Isn't his cock sweet, Cindy? Don't it feel so hard and sweet in your mouth? You'll love it in your cunt fucking you, Cindy! Billy is a fantastic fuck!"
The wet heat surrounding her finger seemed to increase. Cindy was darting her pretty face back and forth, fucking Billy's cock with her hot, tight lips. Sharon glanced down at her sister's pussy. Billy had one knee on the couch, making it easier for his aunt to suck him. Cindy's ass was scooted over the edge of the cushions. The hair framing her cunt made Sharon's mouth become watery. Sliding her finger from Cindy's cunt, Sharon plunged that same finger up her own cunt, sobbing softly as she shot her face between Cindy's thighs.
Cindy cried out in delight around Billy's cock as her sister smashed her hot lips into her cunt, her tongue dipping into the juicy tightness. Cindy clasped Billy's balls tightly as her mouth began to race back and forth on his cock. Her other hand pressed at the back of her sister's head, grinding her crotch into the sucking, licking mouth of Sharon.
"Suck it, Aunt Cindy!" Billy yelped. "Suck my cock!"
"Mmmmmm!" Cindy gurgled, twisting her mouth about the throbbing prick, her tongue fluttering.
"Eat her cunt, Mom! Suck Aunt Cindy's hot pussy!"
Sharon's smoldering eyes flashed upward, watching her sister devouring Billy's cock. Her tongue swiped up and down at the slippery, scalding slit of Cindy's hairy cunt, swirling wetly about her inflamed clit. She kept stabbing herself in her own pussy with a finger, her naked ass trembling.
Cindy leaned back, her head resting on the couch. Billy drew both knees onto the cushions, his cock never leaving her hot wet lips. Bracing himself on the couch with his hands, Billy leaned over and began to fuck his aunt's mouth. He fucked it as if it were her cunt and Cindy purred and sobbed with ecstasy. Cindy lifted her legs, draping them over her sister's shoulder. Billy watched his mother's face being squeezed by Cindy's hot thighs, her face surrounded by silky cunt hair. He could hear the wet slurping sounds his mother made as she sucked and licked Cindy's cunt. He drove his cock in and out of his aunt's mouth, not caring if he hurt her.
But Cindy was quite comfortable. She loved having her nephew fucking her in the mouth, his precious balls beating at her chin. She moved a hand around his hip and cupped his tight ass, pulling forward to get his cock deep into her mouth. She bucked her hips up and down, smashing her pulsating cunt into her sister's mouth almost brutally. She was crying softly with rapture, her eyes opening and closing, vacant with fiery passion.
Sharon, sucking hungrily at the oozing juices of her sister's cunt, moved a hand up her son's thigh and curled her fingers about the cheek of his ass. She looked up to watch her son plunge his stiff cock into Cindy's receptive mouth. The sight of it excited her intensely, and her cunt clutched at her plunging finger. She moaned into Cindy's pussy as she came, her tongue darting back and forth, fucking her sister's tight, throbbing cunt.
"I'm gonna come, Aunt Cindy!" Billy yelped. "Ooooh, you're gonna make me come, Aunt Cindy!"
Cindy's lips tightened around his prick, the friction of it making them sting deliciously. She waited for the gush of his hot come-juice, her tongue pressing his cock to the roof of her mouth, his cockhead beating at her throat. She dug her hands into the cheek of his ass hard, a way of urging her nephew to shoot, to spray her throat with sweet, hot come-juice.
As Billy's cock seemed to increase in size, stretching her lips more, Cindy made a muffled moan. Her eyes rolled and she slammed her cunt violently into Sharon's mouth, churning frantically as her pussy exploded. Just as her cunt clenched in hot orgasm about Sharon's delving tongue, Billy grunted and spewed his creamy come-juice into his aunt's mouth. Cindy made a wet gurgling sound as she gulped it down, her cunt flexing into Sharon's face. Her slim throat burned as her nephew sent boiling spurts of come-juice down it.
Sharon squealed into her sister's spasming pussy, her own drawing hard at her buried finger. The simultaneous orgasms were a delight. All three coming off at the same time was the perfect climax to their wild passions.
Billy's cock pulled from his aunt's mouth and he slumped to the couch, his legs spread. His cock continued to arch up in hardness. It glistened with wetness, partly from his aunt's mouth and partly because of the come-juice clinging to the smooth head.
Cindy's thighs parted away from her sister's face, and Sharon looked up, grinning lewdly, her lower face slippery with the wetness of Cindy's juicy pussy. Cindy slumped, her cunt quivering. She didn't protest as Sharon slipped her panties off, discarding them on the coffee table.
Her tits swelled up inside her dress, moving up and down as she struggled to get enough air. Her eyes opened, shining radiantly. She saw her nephew's cock and her eyes widened with surprise.
"You're still hard, Billy," she said.
"That cock stays hard, Cindy," Sharon said. "It takes him two times before that fucking thing goes soft. I've never seen a cock like it before."
Sharon, on her knees, leaned between her sister's thighs, her fingers opening Cindy's dress. Cindy shivered, the sudden thought flashing in her mind that she should stop this right now. Yet it was too good to stop. She did want her nephew's cock in her cunt. She wanted her nephew to fuck her, and fuck her good. As Sharon exposed her tits, Cindy thought of her son, wishing he was here with them.
Sean could fuck Sharon, she thought, her eyes gazing at Billy's cock as Sharon revealed her tits. She let a soft sob escape her throat as her sister leaned down and started sucking at a rigid nipple. Sean could fuck his Aunt Sharon, and she could fuck her nephew, and that would be all right. It wouldn't be like fucking her own son. At least, so Cindy thought.
CHAPTER NINE
It was early evening, and Cindy was still with her sister and nephew.
She had bathed, and she felt no embarrassment being naked in front of them. Billy had fucked her twice during the afternoon, and each time Sharon had sucked his come-juice from her cunt. When Billy had fucked his mother, Cindy had been hesitant at first, but then she licked Sharon's cunt and swallowed the juices Billy had squirted into it.
They sat in the living room, both Cindy and
Sharon feeling quite satisfied with the afternoon. But neither had had enough cock, not yet. They wanted more, and more.
The telephone rang and it was Sean, wanting to know when his mother was coming home. Cindy at first said she would be home shortly, but then Sharon took the phone from her, telling Sean to come there.
"Why?" Cindy asked, after Sharon hung up.
"Why not?" Sharon replied. "What are you ashamed of now, Cindy. Besides, I'd like to fuck that kid, you know. You've been having fun with my son, haven't you? It's only fair that my cunt gets a chance with his young cock."
"You mean all four of us together?" Cindy asked.
"Anything wrong with that?" Billy asked. "One more won't make any difference to me."
Cindy had told her sister what she had been doing with Sean. Sharon was excited when she listened to how good it had felt taking it up the ass.
"You've got to let Sean fuck you now," she told her sister. "He wants to fuck you, Cindy. There's no difference in his fucking your cunt and Billy doing it. So what if he's your son? Billy is your nephew."
"I know," Cindy replied. She frowned a moment, then nodded her head. "I will. Sean can fuck me."
Sean, like his mother ear her, entered the house without knocking. He was used to it anyway. He froze when he saw his mother and aunt naked, his cousin sitting there with his cock half-hard.
"Oh, close your mouth, and the door," his mother said. "You've seen it before."
Sean closed the door, his young face spreading with a grin.
"But not Aunt Sharon," he said, licking his lips as he gazed at his aunt's tits.
"Aunt Sharon wants to fuck you," Sharon bluntly said.
She pulled her nephew into the room, and on her knees before him, began to take his t-shirt and cut-offs off. Sean glanced at his mother, who was grinning at him, her hand jacking up and down on Billy's cock. Her legs were spread, her cunt glistening.
As his cut-offs hit the floor, Sharon gasped and grabbed his cock. Her fist pumped it to full hardness, then with a squeal, she swallowed Sean's prick. Sean gasped with delight as his aunt began to suck back and forth, her mouth wet and hot. He saw the approval on his mother's face. Then Cindy leaned into Billy's lap, her eyes twinkling at her son. Sean grinned as he saw his mother start sucking on Billy's cock.
But Sharon pulled back from him.
"Sean, this cock is for your mother," she said. "Your mother wants it in her cunt, fucking her."
"Really, Mom?" Sean asked.
Cindy lifted her mouth, twirling her tongue about Billy's cock a few times before she answered.
"Yes, honey," she said softly. "I want it. I want you to fuck me-fuck my cunt this time."
Cindy slipped to the floor, spreading out, legs wide. She looked at her son's thrusting cock, her cunt already twitching with anticipation. She held her arms up.
"Fuck me, Sean," she whispered. "I want your cock in my cunt now!"
Sean, eager, excited that he could finally fuck his mother in her hot cunt, went to his knees between her spread thighs. Cindy arched her hips up, her cunt opening for his cock.
Cindy pulled the lips of her pussy wider for him, her head lifted from the floor, her eyes blazing as she looked down at her son's cock so close to her greedy cunt.
"Now!" she hissed. "Ram your cock in mother's cunt, Sean! Fuck my cunt now! Ooooh, honey, it's time you fucked me, fucked your mother!"
Sharon and her son watched closely, Sharon on one side of her sister, Billy on the other.
The swollen head of Sean's cock split the lips of his mother's cunt, and Cindy hissed loudly. Her hips jerked and Sean's cock slithered in deeply. His balls crushed against his mother's ass and his eyes rolled. Cindy began to sob, tears in her eyes. They were tears of joy, however. Her pussy closed about her son's cock and squeezed it. She felt his prick throb, his balls hot on her ass. She lifted her legs and wrapped them about his back, holding his cock deeply. For a long time, neither moved. Cindy was whimpering with joy, and Sean was holding his breath.
Her hips thrust up and down, and Sean clung to them, watching his mother's bubbling hairy cunt fucking on his cock. He gasped, and then began to ram his cock in and out, fucking her.
"Oooooh, yes, honey!" Cindy wailed. "Fuck it, fuck it! Your cock is so hard in mother's hot cunt! Fuck me, Sean-fuck mother hard and fast!"
Sharon stroked her sister's tit, her eyes gleaming in heat as she watched Sean's cock spreading the sensitive lips of his mother's pussy. Seeing them fucking for the first time sent a wild excitement boiling through her. She shoved her naked ass into the air, resting her shoulders and head on the carpet, near Cindy's grinding, churning hips.
"Billy," she yelped. "Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me, Billy! Ooooh, I can't just watch Sean fuck his mother-I want some cock, too!"
Billy scrambled behind his mother's waving ass, his cock straining in hardness. He rammed it into his mother's pooching cunt violently, banging fast. Sharon screamed, her head lifting from the floor, eyes burning as she saw Sean's cock pounding into his mother's juicy pussy. Cindy was grinding her cunt onto her son's cock frantically, yelping that she was coming already.
Sean ran his throbbing prick in and out of his mother's clasping cunt swiftly, feeling it suck at his cock. Cindy held her hips in the air, churning her cunt up and down with his thrusts. She was digging at her own tits brutally.
Suddenly, Sharon yelled at her son: "Up my ass!"
She jerked her cunt from Billy's cock.
"Fuck me up the ass, Billy! Ram your hard prick up mother's ass-hole! Hurry, I want it in the ass!"
Billy, much too excited to be concerned where his throbbing cock was, didn't hesitate.
Sharon screamed as her ass-hole split around his cock. She slammed her ass back, taking her son's prick into her ass as deep as she could. Perhaps because she had had tongues up her ass, and fingers, she didn't feel the splitting pain her sister had the first time. She felt only a stuffing ecstasy.
The initial heat of orgasms faded in Cindy's cunt, and although she was still coming, her senses returned. She shot a hand underneath Sharon's stomach, grabbing her nephew by his balls. She clung to them tightly. She could see his cock stretching Sharon's ass-hole.
Sharon had her hand beneath her sister's gyrating ass and was holding Sean's balls, feeling the juices from Cindy's cunt dripping on her hand. She was going to shove her face into her sister's cunt after her nephew came in it and suck his come-juice out. She turned her head and began to kiss and lick at Cindy's churning hips, shoving her ass onto her son's thrusting cock. Her ass-hole gripped and flexed on Billy's throbbing cock, sucking at it powerfully. The fiery throbs of her ass-hole were exciting, the filling of it, the way her ass-hole stretched.
"Fuck that tight ass-hole, Billy!" Cindy squealed. "Fuck your mother's tight ass-hole! Ooooh, I can see that cock going in, see your ass-hole take his prick, Sharon!"
"Mmmmm, and it feels so fucking good!" Sharon hissed. She placed her face near her sister's crotch, licking at the curling pussy hair, smelling the hot, steamy scent of her cunt and nephew's balls. The aroma was arousing, and she licked her tongue through the silky hairs, trying to lap at Sean's cock as it fucked into Cindy's cunt.
Billy, gasping with the heat of his mother's ass-hole on his prick, grabbed his aunt by one tit, squeezing it and making Cindy squeal with pleasure.
"Ohhhh, Sean, Sean!" Cindy sobbed. "Your cock feels so good in mother's cunt! Fuck me, darling! Ohhhh, baby, fuck my cunt hard!"
Sharon, unable to taste her nephew's cock, ran her tongue about the soft hair of her sister's cunt, her hips swinging about tightly as her son fucked her ass, driving hard and fast. Her ass-hole seemed on fire, blazing with beautiful, intense sensations. Her cunt, being banged by his balls, dripped on her sister's hand.
"I'm about to come again!" Cindy yelped. "Sean, fuck me! Fuck mother! Ooooh, I want it up my pussy! Come in mother's hot cunt, Sean! Come in me-fill mother's wet cunt with sweet come-juice!"
Sean raced his throbbing cock in and out, staring hotly at his mother's hair-lined cunt squeezing his prick.
His balls swelled, and with a grunt he rammed deep.
"Oh, yes!" Cindy sobbed as she felt her son's cock explode for the first time in her pussy. She jerked her hips powerfully as a final orgasm burst inside her. Her cunt sucked at her son's cock, drawing squirt after squirt out of his prick. She felt each splash with the satiny walls of her pussy. "Fill me up, Sean! Fill mother's cunt up with come-juice! Oooooh, fuck me and come in me!"
Sharon's pussy clutched, causing her ass-hole to tighten even more about Billy's cock. She screamed as she throbbed into an orgasm.
"Now, Billy! Come, darling! Come in mother's ass!"
Billy did.
The burning juice drenched Sharon's ass-hole, making her cunt contract almost painfully. She was crying loudly with perverse ecstasy, squeezing Sean's balls as they emptied into his mother's greedy cunt. She felt her son's cock finish gushing in her ass-hole, but her ass-ring clutched him, refusing to let him go.
Sharon, giggling, began to piss.
Cindy yelped, feeling her hand suddenly wet with the hot piss. She started to jerk her hand from Billy's balls, but then he left it there. Billy, feeling his mother's hot piss spray over his balls and thighs, groaned.
"Okay, Mom, now you get it!" he said, and pissed up her ass-hole. "See how you like this!"
"I love it!" Sharon wailed, feeling his piss flood her ass. "I love it! Oh, Billy-piss in my fucking ass-hole! Fill mother's ass with that hot piss!"
Sean's cock finished spewing into his mother's cunt, but he didn't pull it out. He liked the way his mother's cunt kept gripping his prick, squeezing it and relaxing around it.
He couldn't see his aunt pissing, nor his cousin, but he heard the splashing of their piss on the floor.
The intensity of fucking was gone, yet the excitement was heavy in the room still.
"Mother-" Sean said. "Oh, Mother!"
"I know, Sean," Cindy said, running her fingers up and down Sharon's cunt, feeling the hot piss dripping down her arm.
"Mother, I wanna-"
"Wait," Cindy said.
Her cunt was still wrapped about her son's cock, and she finally withdrew her hand from Sharon's pissing cunt. She shoved her hands to her own pussy, spreading the hairy lips wide. The head of her son's cock was inside her cunt, and Cindy grinned up at her son's face.
"I know what you want, Sean," she said. "You want this!"
She too, began to piss. It was a strange sensation to piss and feel Sean's cock inside her cunt at the same time, but it was a good feeling. The golden piss splashed out onto the base of his prick, then drenched his balls.
Sean giggled with lewdness.
"Ohhhh, Mother!" he gasped. "It's so hot!
I like it! Piss, Mother! You can piss on me!"
Cindy's stream came stronger, and she lifted her head to watch. Her eyes burned with a fiery desire. She didn't understand the pleasure of pissing on her son while the head of his cock was in her cunt, but she accepted it without question.
Billy finally pulled his cock from his mother's ass-hole and leaned back. He watched her cunt, pooching from her thighs, sending a long golden stream of piss from her cunt. With a giggle, he let loose with his own piss, splashing about his mother's creamy ass, then aimed the stream directly onto her ass-hole. Sharon squealed as she felt it sting the ring of her ass-hole.
Cindy saw what Billy was doing to his mother, her piss still gushing from her cunt.
With a mindless scream, she bellowed: "Sean, piss on me! Piss on my cunt!"
Sean slipped his cock from his mother's gushing cunt and sent a hot stream of piss onto it. Cindy clawed her cunt wide open, feeling her son's piss burning the tender, sensitive lips of her pussy and her clit.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming again!" she screamed, thrashing her hips about, drawing her long legs up and back, holding her cunt open for her son to piss into it.
Sharon finished pissing, gave a wail, and shoved her face into her sister's cunt, licking and sucking at the taste of hot piss and come-juice. Sean, still pissing, aimed his stream over his aunt's head, soaking her hair.
Cindy twisted her head and opened her mouth. Billy jammed his cock into it, a final squirt of piss bursting against his aunt's throat.
"Oooooh," Cindy groaned when he lifted his cock free. "I want it! I want everything! I'm burning up! Suck me, Sharon! Suck my cunt! Piss on me! Sean, Billy, piss on both of us!"
But Sean and Billy were tired. They both sat on the floor, gasping, watching as Sharon sucked hungrily at Cindy's piss-wet cunt.
Cindy pulled Sharon's thighs over her face, and with soft whimpers, buried her mouth into her wet pussy, licking and sucking, tasting piss. Then she put her lips to Sharon's ass-hole, and began sucking the come-juice and piss from it.
Her cunt exploded into her sister's mouth, and almost at once, Billy and Sean began to get hard again...
