For whatever reason--the lack of a sexual outlet, boredom with the same old thing, or a deep-seated need--perversions thrive all around us. Even those of us who are satisfied with normal sexual relations see the signs of perversion in newspaper stories, gossip or in the way certain individuals dress.
But most of us never get the chance to hear the real story with all its twists and turns. In this novel, several perversions are in evidence: voyeurism, incest, lesbianism, etc. Not only are they described, but the reader gets a picture of the forces that lead to these aberrations. In that light, the reader can judge for himself or herself whether these acts are harmful or harmless, normal or abnormal, good or bad.
A PEEK AT HER SONS is the story of a widowed, but young and vital, woman who gets involved with her sons, boys who are in the prime of their sexuality but denied an outlet by the conventions of our society. A lusty friend of the mother is consulted, and adds her own needs and tastes to the temptations of the other characters.
A PEEK A T HER SONS--a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind the closed doors of America.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sue Miller opened the back door to take out the garbage, but she hadn't meant to let Rags, their new puppy, out. She'd bought the dog for Bobby and Ron, her sons, and they would be heartbroken if the little pooch ran away.
Sue ran after the mutt, making sounds that people, for some reason, imagine dogs are attracted to. She saw the dog's tail slip under the fence, so she ran around the house, into her neighbor's backyard.
Now there was no sign of the little mongrel, but Sue's eye was caught by a flash of flesh in a well-lit window. A strange feeling ran through her and settled in her cunt as she imagined what it was that she'd seen.
There was a young couple living there. They'd just moved in and Sue hadn't even met them yet, but she'd seen them and had noticed that the guy was very handsome. The woman was nice-looking too, and Sue had been looking forward to meeting them.
She could hardly believe that she was getting hot from a quick glance of something that might have been a naked body through a window.
But Sue was hooked. Her cunt was getting wet and she was already breathing hard. Since her husband had died a few years before, she had been pretty homy. Once in a while, she would go out with a guy and wind up in bed with him, but for the most part, she depended on her own fingers for satisfaction.
Now, with the chance to catch a glimpse of a young couple doing the things that she had loved to do so much with Henry, her dead husband, Sue was raving with lust. She moved closer to the window. The new neighbors hadn't put up drapes yet and only a shade blocked the view, but it wasn't pulled all the way down. Sue would be able to peek in without much chance of being caught.
Step by step, she neared the window. Grabbing her tits in passion, she put her face to the glass and peered in.
It was the bedroom window, she discovered with excitement, but there wasn't anyone in sight. The room looked warm and lived-in even though they'd just moved in. Then the woman walked into the room. She was wearing a robe and drying her hair with a towel. Sue saw the bulge of her tits under the sheer material of the robe.
The woman was very pretty, and Sue was surprised to find that she longed to reach out and touch those tits if she could. She had never lusted for another woman before, but she'd never peeked into someone's bedroom before either.
Then the chick's husband came into view. He had been in the room all along, Sue realized, but out of sight near the wall.
The woman unbuttoned the robe and pulled it off. Sue saw those tits come into view.
As the woman bent over to pull the bedspread down, Sue watched her heavy tits swing loosely.
The woman stood again, and her tits shook sensuously. Sue realized that her own tits were firmer, but the ones she was watching were nice in a floppy sort of way. After getting the bed ready to slide into, the woman began helping her husband undress.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, his wife unfastened his pants. Soon, Sue was looking at a prize-winning prick. The couple fell into a tight embrace. Sue could see the guy's cock struggling and twitching in the vise grip of their bodies.
The guy hopped on the bed. The woman followed him and they began exchanging playful kisses and grabs. Sue imagined being between their bodies as they moved in the sexy postures of their play.
The guy was on his back and the chick covered him with kisses as she dragged her tits over his body. As she kissed her way down his neck, her tits moved over his hairy belly. When she licked his nipples, her tits were getting close to his cock.
Then the woman took a tit in each hand and held them around her husband's prick and balls. The woman was moving her body so that her jugs bounced against his twitching dong, then she held them against his prick again like the roll on a hot dog. As she stroked the curved pole of his prick, he showed his pleasure by throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
Sue had never seen anyone do such interesting things with a set of knockers before. The girl slipped one tit between the guy's thighs and stroked the underside of his balls while she poked his cockhead with the stiff nipple of her other tit.
After a while, she slithered down her husband's body until her face was poised above his prick. After having had her tits all over his dong, it must feel great to feel that tongue slide around on it, Sue thought as the chick licked his cock like a candy stick. Sue's mouth imitated the woman's as she remembered the last cock she'd sucked. It had been a while.
As the chick sucked the prick, she treated Sue to the sight of her picking up his balls and rolling them around in her hand. Sue always thought that she was a good lover, but this chick was her equal, and Sue was making mental notes.
Seeing those two going at it brought Sue to the point where she was incapable of leaving her twat alone. She unfastened her pants and slipped her hand inside. Wrapping her fingers around her mound, she squeezed and wet her palm with the hot juice that was now leaking from the gash. She shivered at the tingling lust that ran through her. Her middle finger curled into the wet and slippery crack and moved the inner lips around.
Now, the chick had begun bobbing her head up and down on her husband's prick, the entire cock disappearing down her throat. The guy's prick had looked pretty big to Sue, and she wondered where that woman was putting it. Slowly and steadily, his prick appeared and disappeared, shining with the woman's saliva between the plunges of her head.
Swiveling around, the chick covered her husband's body with her own. She soon had her thighs on either side of the guy's head, and Sue saw his head moving. She knew what was going on between the chick's thighs, and she would have loved to be able to get a close-up view.
As she watched the two of them gobbling up each other's organ, Sue was really fingering her twat with everything she had. She was standing with her legs spread so she could reach way up her cunt. Her middle finger was reaching far up her twat.
Her hips ground in one direction as she moved her finger in the opposite way. The tender walls of her tunnel were getting a vigorous massage, and it was making Sue dizzy with wild lust.
With one hand to rub her clit while the other reamed her cunt, Sue brought herself to a level of lust that was mere inches from an orgasm. Keeping herself in that ecstatic suspension was like walking a tightrope. If she let her finger rub her clit a bit too hard, she would come, and she didn't want to do that yet. If she eased off too much, she would miss out on a lot of pleasure and mess up her timing. She played her cunt like a musical instrument, building up for a big finish.
The young wife climbed off the guy and said something to him that Sue couldn't hear. Then she waited on her hands and knees as her husband crawled up behind her. Now Sue knew what the woman had said as the guy maneuvered his prick into her cunt. When the prick was in the right spot, Sue watched him press it into her pussy with a powerful lunge of his hips.
The sound that the chick made as his prick filled her came through the window to Sue's ears, and sent a shiver through her. How many times had she made a similar sound as she had a cock slide up her crack? Sue knew that she wanted to have that wonderful experience again.
The woman rested her head on the bed, and her husband took her hips in his hands. Kneeling behind her, he began moving her hips back to him as he pumped in the opposite direction.
Sue was watching from the side so she could see the guy's prick sliding in and out beyond the beautiful profile of the chick's ass. His cock was shining like wet marble as it became coated with her pussy juice. They would both be coming before long, and Sue was ready to join them.
As the fuckers on the bed began sounding out with ecstasy, Sue let out her own sounds of passion. She was getting hit with a fabulous orgasm.
When the fuckers on the bed collapsed, Sue let her fingers drop from her cunt. She was unsteady on her feet and she felt like her bones were dissolving, but she managed to stagger back to her house. Before going into the back door, she looked up to her boys' room. Their light was off, and it occurred to her that they could have watched her jack off. But it was way past their bedtime and she was pretty sure they would be asleep.
But the idea that the boys might have seen her was sobering to Sue. She decided not to try that again, but she was going to have to get fucked more often. A homy woman might do anything, she realized.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, as Sue made breakfast for her two growing sons, she thought about the events of the night before. Sitting down to eat, she noticed that her boys seemed subdued. A chill ran through her as she thought of the possibility of their having watched her perverted performance at their neighbor's window. She decided that it was her imagination, though.
Bobby, her youngest, looked like her. At fifteen he had her long, slender body and blond hair. Ron, seventeen, looked more like his father; dark and sturdy.
In her passion Sue felt an animal attraction to her boys. She knew that a mother could never have what she longed for from her sons, but she couldn't help wondering if they were as well equipped as their father had been in the meat department.
Summer vacation had just started and the boys would be around a lot. Sue realized that that was another reason she would have to get laid regularly. She had proved to herself that she could do the unexpected if she were homy enough, and she couldn't imagine carrying out her impulses with her two innocent children.
"See you later, Mom," Bobby said as he grabbed his baseball glove and ran out of the house.
"I'm going out, too, Mom. See you at lunch," Ron said.
"Don't forget to feed Rags," Sue called after them.
When they were gone, Sue felt very alone. It wouldn't be long before the boys would be finding another girl to fill their lives with and she would be a lonely, old widow. Yes, she would have to do something about her situation. There were a lot of guys chasing her, but except for an occasional fuck, she didn't have much interest in them. Maybe Henry was such a good husband she would never be able to replace him, she thought.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Sue went upstairs. She'd been after the boys to clean up their own room, but they didn't seem to mind living in a room that looked like an earthquake had struck. Their clothes were scattered everywhere, their beds were unmade and various pieces of sporting equipment were lying about.
She was feeling a strange emotion as she entered their domain. Her cunt was twitching like it had the night before.
As she looked at their rumpled beds, she could imagine them lying with their stiff pricks in their hands. She knew that all boys jerked off, and she wondered if her sons jerked off together.
In a moment of inspiration, she went to Bobby's bed and shoved her hand between his mattress and box spring. Feeling around in there, she was disappointed not to find anything. She repeated the search in her older boy's bed, and again came up with nothing. Then she went to their closet and looked around. In a cardboard box full of comics, she found what she was looking for.
Beneath the pile of comics and sports magazines, she found several magazines full of dirty pictures. Sue wasn't shocked or worried; she knew that kids needed some sexual outlets. In fact, the magazines turned her on. Not because the pictures of tits and spread cunts were exciting to her, but because it made the image of her sons lying in bed, pulling their cocks more real.
As she flipped through the pages of naked women, Sue pictured her boys lying on their backs with their fists wrapped around their dongs, stroking themselves into writhing ecstasy. She could imagine how their faces would look as the intense feelings of climax filled them. Her mouth watered as she thought of them covering themselves with the thick, white cream that would gush like a fountain from their pricks onto their bellies.
Before she knew it, Sue was beyond the point of no return. She wouldn't be able to do a thing until she relieved the homy energy that her musings had stirred up in her. The thought of undressing right there and lying on one of the beds to jerk off filled her with incredible lust.
She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she shed her slacks and shoes. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra and felt the weight of her tits as they lost the support of that garment.
Her nipples were hard. She grabbed a swollen jug in each hand. Without realizing it, she was imagining that her hands belonged to one of her boys.
Sitting on Bobby's bed, she could almost feel the heat of the boy's body fill her. Then she dropped her tits and lifted her ass, sliding the tiny garment of her panties from her hips. With her bare ass and cunt on the sheets, she felt a wave of passion that equaled those she felt the night before. There seemed to be something about this perverted lust that outstripped plain, old fucking.
She knew she was leaving traces of her pussy juice on the bed. Would Bobby discover the odor? And if he did, would he recognize it? She could picture in her perverted mind Bobby, with his face pressed to the cunt stain on his sheet, pumping his rock-hard cock.
Sue let her body lay back on the bed as she brought her hand to her pussy. With her other hand, she continued massaging her tits. She squeezed one tightly, feeling the hard nipple poke into her sweaty palm, then she repeated the process with her other boob.
She held her pussy tight, too. Rubbing the fatty lips around stimulated her clit and made her hot juice flow.
Forcing herself to let go of her snatch, she brought her hand up to her face and breathed in the odor of the juice that she had leaked. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked up the moisture. The smell and taste of her twat made her roll her hips in excitement.
The next time she grabbed her cunt, she lost no time in slipping her middle finger into her pink-lined pussy. She began playing with the folds of flesh that were dripping with slippery juice. Her finger slowly entered the inner lips and moved up the tight tunnel.
Sue always went wild when diddling her cunt, but this time it was even more sensational. Being in her youngest son's bed and fingering herself brought on the most intense sensations she'd experienced in a long time.
As she rubbed herself into a fit of sexual bliss, she kept her mind full of images of both her sons in the secret play of jerking off. She thought about the amounts of gism they must spill, and how their young cocks would fill their strong fists as they pumped the loose skin back and forth.
She pushed one of her tits up to her face and lifted her head. Her big, firm tits would reach her mouth and she would be able to lick her nipple. It was one of her favorite masturbatory techniques. If she leaned her head way down, she would be able to suck the nipple right into her mouth.
Opening her mouth, she stuffed the tip of her tit into it and sucked. Her tongue covered the nipple with hungry strokes, but in her fertile brain, it was Ron's mouth holding that tit and licking it. Sue knew that a young, inexperienced kid like Ron would suck a tit roughly, so that's the way she sucked her own tit.
Sue moved her index finger into her cunt to join her middle finger. With two fingers in there, she was able to stretch the lining of her chamber, rubbing and poking at the tender flesh. Then she stuck in another finger, making the entrance to her pussy stretch.
Lifting her legs and spreading wider, she was able to reach higher up that flowing tunnel, tickling the farthest reaches.
Wouldn't her sons go wild if they had a chance to stick their fingers where hers were now? She wondered how much experience they'd had, but she knew that she could show them something new in any case. The thought of those boys gave Sue's lust a boost, and she began to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm in her belly.
In order to make the pleasure last longer, she pulled her fingers from her twat again and sucked them clean. The juice mixing with saliva in her mouth was an exciting bit of chemistry that fueled the fires in her pussy.
An idea hit Sue, and she couldn't resist doing it. She mopped up a handful of leaking cunt-juice and wiped her fingers on the pillow under her head. She knew now that Bobby would have to smell the odor. Sue imagined the boy so turned on that he would have to come sniffing out the source of that funky smell.
That bit of devilment seemed to satisfy some perverse need in her, and she was able to go back to her cunt-stirring. With her fingers in her twat, she continued to coax her climax out of her. But she was in no hurry and she wanted to make the pleasure last. She held her fingers together like a fat prick, moving them in and out, then, stuffing them as far into her cunt as possible, she spread them and wiggled them all around. That was something a cock couldn't do.
As her orgasm bloomed, she rolled on her side and buried her face in Bobby's pillow. The smell of her own pussy filled her head just as it would Bobby's that night. She's hips began pumping rhythmically just as they did when she had a cock inside her, and her climax seemed ready to burst.
The pillow muffled the sounds of her passion as she came. Her wrist began to ache and her fingers were getting tired, but she kept them working until her ecstasy was drained. She heard the bedsprings squeak and she wondered if she might hear that sound when her son was exercising his cock.
Her body thrashed and writhed as she was consumed by her climax. By the time she came to a stop, she was trembling and sweating from her exertions. Now she began to see things differently. It was strange how, when in the grip of passion, she had those ideas about her boys, but now in the light of satisfaction .she knew it was silly. How could a mother even consider using her young and innocent boys to satisfy her dark needs?
As she got up off the bed, Sue began dressing. As she covered her nakedness, normalcy seemed to come back. She would have to change the sheets, of course. She couldn't really leave her pussy oozings on their sheets and pillowcases to drive them into a frenzy.
Sue put the magazines back where she'd found them, changed the sheets and went about her housework. Before long, the jerk-off session was forgotten, but in the back of her mind she knew that the urges to do those weird and homy things would come back to her. She would just have to find a guy who could fill her sexual needs.
CHAPTER THREE
A few days later, she got a phone call from Joe, a guy she went out with occasionally. He asked her if she would like to go to dinner and a movie with him. She said she would. Joe always fucked her after their dates, and Sue wished he would just call and ask her for a fuck. But he never mentioned that in his plans for some reason.
Joe was a nice guy. He had a good job and was fun to be with. Sue had the feeling he would ask her to marry him if she acted more interested. But whenever she thought about getting married again, none of the men she knew could fill the bill. Joe couldn't. Sue liked to fuck him every now and then, but for a permanent partner he just wouldn't do.
Sue enjoyed getting all dolled up for a date. She told the boys that they would have to fix their own dinner and they would have to stay home that evening.
A few hours before Joe was due, Sue began the lengthy preparations. She filled the bathtub and undressed. As the tub filled, Sue studied her image in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. At thirty-six, Sue still had the gorgeous figure that had attracted Henry when they were teenagers. She wore her hair differently now--pushed back from her face and cascading down her shoulders in swirls and waves, but it was the same silky blonde that it always had been.
There still wasn't a trace of extra fat on her. Except for just the right amount of padding on her ass and thighs, she was all tight muscle and flesh. Her tits sagged a bit more, but they were big and heavy so that was to be expected. And the slight amount of sag gave them a more sensuous look.
Sue let her eyes move down her body, past her belly button to the triangular patch of dark-brown curls. Her pubic hair was dense and coarse, making her well-padded cunt even more curvaceous and spongy. The hair was matted from being squeezed into her tight pants all day, but a quick brushing with her fingers fluffed it up.
As she fluffed the curls, she felt a wave of sexy pleasure wash over her. The urge to stick a finger through those curls and into the waiting gash was strong, but she resisted. When she wound up at Joe's place later that evening, she wanted to be in a frenzy of lust so she could enjoy his fucking.
She couldn't resist, however, spreading the lips and exposing her shining, pink gash. She could see the puckered skin around her clit. Below her clit, the inner lips protecting the entrance to her passion-pit could be seen. They were two ridges of flesh, hanging slightly opened as she pulled at the sides of her cunt.
Joe's face would press itself to that wet slash later, and she would just have to wait. But it was fun to look. She turned around and bent over. Then, peering around her waist, she saw her wide, firm ass. Below the dark crevice, her furry muff could be seen. Bending farther, her pussy crack came into view. What a beautiful picture it was. No wonder guys were always chasing after her. She would have to slow down and let more of them catch her, she decided.
By the time Sue had seen enough of herself in the mirror, the tub was full. She turned off the water and stepped in. It was hot, and it took her a while to ease into it. When she immersed her pussy, the hot water seemed to rape her like a hot prick. She leaned back until her tits were floating.
When she began rubbing herself with the soapy washcloth, she found she would have to use all her will power to keep from rubbing certain areas too vigorously. Her tits were always fun to wash. It was a game with her as she lifted each heavy knocker and let it fall back to her chest with the washcloth sliding over the nipple.
She knew that her cunt was adding to the liquid in the tub, and she wondered if the diluted pussy cream would seep into her skin enough to give her a slight natural perfume. She hoped so. When Joe took her into his arms, she wanted to have the slight odor of a hot twat about her.
When she was completely scrubbed, she stood, raining soapy water off her. She turned on the shower and rinsed, then she dried herself.
She threw her robe around her and went to her room. Sue closed her door rather carelessly, leaving a few inches of space between the door and the jamb. Dropping her robe on the bed, she opened the top drawer of her dresser and looked at the ocean of multi-colored waves of nylon. She grabbed a black bit of sheer material and pulled it out. It was a tiny pair of panties.
Stepping into the flimsy panties, she checked the mirror to see the effect. They looked as good as they felt as the cool nylon caressed her crotch. Her hairy treasure showed through the undies in a inviting way. Pulling them up a bit farther made them slip into the gash of her crotch. It felt sensational.
It was always a problem whether to wear a bra or not. She thought about what she would wear as a top, and when she picked a black, silky blouse with a plunging neckline, she decided to put on a bra after all so that her tits would be held up into the view in the vee of the blouse.
Strapping on a bra that barely covered her nipples, she examined herself in the mirror. Her tits were pressed together and up. Shaking her body, Sue saw her tits quiver lasciviously. She knew that all eyes would be on her wherever she went that evening.
She had never liked pantyhose, considering them to be the least sexy way of covering her legs. They cut off access to her cunt, and there was no telling when she would want to reach into her crotch before getting completely undressed. So she put on a lacy, black garter belt and stockings. Now, looking in the mirror, she saw a sexy bitch looking back at her, dressed in some of the sexiest underwear imaginable.
Next, she put on a pair of high heels and strutted around the room, checking her image from every angle. Oh, how she longed to grab herself and rub herself into a state of insane bliss, but she was able to control herself by thinking how it would feel to have Joe ravaging her later.
When she stepped into her skirt and fastened it around her waist, and surrounded herself with the silky luxuriousness of her blouse, she knew she was going to knock Joe's eyes out. If her image in the mirror had the same effect on him as it was having on her, they might start the evening with a fucking session, rather than ending it with one.
She dosed herself with perfume, powder, and was applying her makeup to her face when she heard the doorbell ring. She listened carefully as one of her boys opened the door.
"Hi, Ron," she heard Joe say.
"Hi, Joe," Ron said. "Come on in. She's still upstairs."
Sue shivered with proud passion as she made her grand entrance. The heat of their eyes on her gave her a thrill. She knew that she would have a powerful effect on her sons as well as on Joe, but she didn't know which was more important to her. She could feel her tits shaking and her ass swinging.
"Hello, Joe," she said in her sexiest voice.
He said hello and his eyes opened wide as he took in the sight of her gorgeous body. She hated to put on her coat because she didn't want to hide a bit of her beauty, but it wouldn't be very sexy to have gooseflesh all evening either.
As she gave each of her boys a kiss, she noticed them looking at her quivering tit-flesh, and that sent a thrill directly to her cunt. She told the boys not to fight and to go to bed early, then she and Joe left.
When she was gone, the boys looked at each other. They were both homy.
"Gee, did you see how her tits shook?" Bobby asked his older brother.
"Did I ever. Wheeeee," Ron said. "She sure is stacked."
"Hey, Ron," the younger boy said in an inquisitive tone. "Do you think Mom would let us feel her up?"
The older brother looked at the younger in surprise. "Are you kidding? You can't feel up your own mother," he said.
"Why not?" Bobby asked.
"Because she's your mother, that's why. You can't do those things to your own mother. You just can't."
But Ron wished he could. He had grabbed a few tits in his young life, but never a pair like his mother had. He knew that his younger brother had never touched a tit.
"I don't think I'll eat dinner for a while," Bobby said. "I'm going upstairs for a while."
Ron watched his brother climb the stairs and he could see that Bobby was walking funny. Ron heard the bathroom door close and he had a pretty good idea what his younger brother was up to. He was glad to be alone, but he wished he had gone into the bathroom first.
Being alone in the bathroom with the treasure that was kept there filled Bobby with trembling excitement. He lifted the top of the laundry hamper and looked in. Among the rumpled garments he immediately spotted what he was looking for. His mother's underwear.
Reaching into the hamper, his fingers met the slick material of a pair of panties, sending a quake of lust through the boy. His hand shook as he pulled the garment out and brought it to his face. Breathing in the feminine odor of his mother's cunt that had permeated the nylon, the boy's prick strained against the confines of his jeans.
He undressed. His prick stood out in front of him, pulsing with surging blood. Then he picked up the undies again and stepped into them. As the tiny garment covered his balls, his prick began jerking with wild leaps. He tucked the hunk of stiff meat into the panties and thrilled at the way the garment held his throbbing meat.
Looking into the mirror, the boy gasped at the sight of himself. Then he worked his cock free and wrapped his hand around it. As he began stroking, the door opened. Turning around, Bobby saw his brother looking at him.
Bobby froze. There was nothing he could do to explain himself. He was caught red-handed.
"You do it too," Bobby said in defense. "I know you do. I've heard you jerking off in bed at night."
Not only had Ron jerked off in bed at night, but he had also dressed in his mother's underwear.
"Yeah, I do it too," he admitted. "Let's do it together. I'll put on a pair of her undies, too."
Bobby began to feel better about getting caught, and when his brother began undressing, he was almost glad he had been caught. Soon, they were both wearing a pair of bikini undies and stroking their pricks.
"Did you ever smell her panties?" Bobby asked his brother.
"Yeah," Ron said. He pulled out another pair and held it to his face.
"Is that how a pussy smells?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah, but it's a little different in the panties," Ron replied.
Actually, the closest Ron had ever gotten to smelling a cunt was when he sniffed his finger after sliding it up a girl's cunt in a movie theater.
As the boys stood there flogging their pricks and sniffing their mother's panties, their gism began flying. They both hit the mirror with their bullets of white juice and left tracks on the floor. Then they put the panties back into the hamper and mopped up the traces of their play.
"Are you sure Mom wouldn't let us feel her up?" Bobby asked again.
"I don't think so," Ron answered, but he wondered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sue and Joe chose a French restaurant with great food and a good wine cellar. Actually, Sue had other, more pressing, hungers, but she would need a big meal to give her strength for the exertions of fucking the way she wanted to.
They sat in the dim light of the restaurant and feasted on the delicious food. But Sue's lust was overflowing in the form of hot cream seeping from her twat. The food was great, but she couldn't stop thinking about what was coming later.
Joe was talking about a movie, but Sue knew that she had to get his prick in her soon, and there would be no time for a movie.
"Can't we just go over to your place?" she asked.
"But, honey, this is the latest film in Rhomer's trilogy. It's gotten great reviews."
Now the lack of pantyhose came in handy. Sue slipped her hand up her skirt, and hidden by the tablecloth, she wet her finger in the juicy lips of her quim. When she brought her hand out and held it under Joe's nose, his eyes sparkled and he dropped the topic of the movie. He grabbed her hand and slipped the finger into his mouth.
Sue knew that she would have her way, and she persuaded Joe to leave.
In the car, she snuggled up beside him and grabbed his thigh. His prick stiffened in his pants and Sue lightly touched the bulge. She couldn't remember being so homy before, and if they weren't almost there, she would have made him pull over and give her a quickie.
By the time they reached Joe's apartment, Sue was hanging on him, kissing his neck and cramming her hand down the back of his pants. As soon as they closed the door behind them, they locked into a desperate embrace and plunged their tongues into each other's mouth.
As her tits were squeezed against Joe's chest, Sue felt the heat of her hot juice wetting her thighs. When they took a break from their kissing, they moved to the couch and fell down on it. Now they were able to use their hands on each other, and Joe immediately reached into Sue's low neckline and scooped up one of her heaving jugs.
As Joe squeezed her tit, Sue moaned low and softly in passion. Then Joe lowered his face to the big, brown circle of puckered flesh. She shook down to her shoes in lustful greed. It seemed that all her pent-up passion was going to flow at once.
"Let's get undressed," she said.
She hated the feeling of Joe's mouth leaving her tits even for the few minutes it would take to strip. She popped a button in her haste, but she was soon in her sexy underwear. She left the bra and garter belt on for Joe to remove when he was ready.
Meanwhile, he had pulled off his shirt. Sue sprang on him and attacked his belt buckle with madly grappling fingers. She could see the outline of his hard cock in his pants, and she was dying to free that beast to her watering mouth. Pulling down his fly, he helped her pull off the pants, then his shorts.
Kneeling over him in her underwear, Sue took his prick into her hands. She loved how it pulsed with the pounding of his heart as she cupped it between her palms. The head was swollen with hot blood and the piss-hole seemed to stare blindly up at her. Sue slowly lowered her head and placed a kiss on that burning bulb. She wanted to open her mouth and stuff it in right away, but she knew it would be more fun for both of them if she took it slow.
She kissed her way down the jerking shaft to its base, then licked his balls with a wet, curling tongue. Joe fell back in the couch, and his legs opened. Running her tongue back to the prick-tip, Sue slid the blunt object between her lips. When her mouth was full of hot cock, she moved her tongue around the head, especially around the tender area at the bottom of the knob.
Joe began grinding his hips. Bending low, Sue slipped his prick to the back of her throat. Then she began moving her head in a lazy pumping action, sliding his cockhead in and out of her mouth, over the soft pad of her tongue.
As she sucked, she slipped her hand into the crease between his thighs below his balls. She knew that guys loved to be tickled down there, and when they were getting a blow job at the same time it could be heavenly.-Her fingers moved lightly over the bald spot between his balls and asshole, then moved closer to the hole.
Sue touched his tight asshole, but didn't enter it. It was too dry and there would be plenty of time for that later. But just the touch of her finger on the sensitive flesh of that hole made Joe shiver with pleasure.
Finally, Sue couldn't stand to be without Iris tongue, or at least his finger in her pussy. She dropped his cock and climbed up onto the couch with him.
"Suck my cunt," she sighed.
They grabbed each other and maneuvered into the sixty-nine position. Sue spread her legs around Joe's head and felt him kissing her thighs and nestling his nose in her curly hair. She began sucking his cock again, but when she felt his tongue lick its way into her gash, she opened her mouth in a desperate gasp and let his prick pop out.
Pulling herself together, she took his prick back into her mouth and sucked as her twat was licked wildly. Joe could really eat a pussy, Sue remembered as she felt his tongue moving around in her snatch.
After the perverted pleasures of the last few days, having her twat sucked seemed rather mundane, but she had been waiting for someone to give her an orgasm, and Joe's tongue was just the thing she needed.
She felt him holding her cunt-lips open as his tongue traveled around the exposed, pink interior. He traced the contours of her inner lips, and explored her flowing tunnel.
Sue reached for his asshole again. After tickling the hole, she wet her finger with saliva and pressed the moistened finger to the center of that funky ring. As Joe relaxed his ass, her finger slipped in.
Sue moved her finger around in that tight chamber and massaged his prostate gland. She could tell by the way his tongue increased its lashing that he was enjoying the reaming of his bum-hole. When Sue felt him bring a stiff finger to her asshole and wiggle it in, she began jerking her hips in a fast rhythm.
Sue was going wild with the lust blasting away in her. Every swipe of Joe's tongue over her twat sent a jolt of ecstatic passion through her. She had to concentrate on her sucking or Joe's cock would have been forgotten in her crazed state of lust.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhHHHH," she began gasping around the cock in her mouth.
Her orgasm was getting ready to discharge, and Sue was at its mercy. Her legs trembled against the sides of Joe's head, and she held on to his prick as she tried to keep her mouth on it, but she was moaning and grunting, and she was afraid she would bite him.
"Oh, Joe!" she screamed. "I'm going to c-c-come! Yeah-h-h-h-o-o-o!"
Joe was spurred on by Sue's wanton cries, and he began thrusting his tongue up her flowing cunt tube, stretching the slippery walls of her chamber. He had to hold on tight to her hips.
Now Sue was in the grip of her orgasm. Her screams of joy vibrated off the walls of the room. She shook for what seemed an eternity, then she began slowing her shaking body. When she was still in Joe's upside-down embrace, he pulled his wet face from her cunt and looked at her.
She was the picture of sexual satisfaction. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. She might have been mistaken for a corpse if it hadn't been for her heaving tits. Her fist was still limply wrapped around Joe's prick, and his prick shone with her saliva.
Joe swiveled around and kissed Sue's mouth. The flavor of her cunt on his face and tongue acted like a dose of smelling salts on her. She opened her eyes and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Joe was glad to see that she still had a lot of passion left.
Sue felt her lust rising for the second round. With Joe's hard and hot prick poking her in the stomach and their tongues intertwining, she was getting a second wind.
She wanted to feel Joe's big prick crashing up her pussy.
"Stick it in me, Joe. Now!"
The man positioned himself between her legs and brought his cock to the still-wet lips of her cunt. Sue reached down and helped guide him to the entrance of her pussy. As he pushed with his hips, his long prick entered into the depths of her belly.
"Oh, you're so nice and tight," he sighed as he felt his cock held in the hot grasp of her wonderful cunt.
Sue contracted her pussy muscles, giving his cock a squeeze, and Joe jerked his cock as an answer. Then he lifted his hips and began pumping. Slowly at first, his dong retreated until the head was between the inner lips, then he slid it back in as deep as he could until their pubic hair was mingling.
Sue moved her hips. On the outstroke, she would tighten her cunt grip on his cock. With every stroke, the rhythm increased until they were bringing their hips together and pulling them apart with all their might.
Their stomachs slapped noisily as Joe's cock lunged. Sue was moaning again as wildly as she had been a few minutes before. As the high ridge around his cock-head raked her velvet cunt-lining, her passion soared.
Soon, they were both writhing in orgasmic joy. Sue's cunt was spasming on Joe's spewing prick. She could feel the heat of his gism as it flooded her.
They ground to a halt as their lust was spent, Joe's prick shriveling inside her pussy. He lay on top of her as they drifted in post-climactic splendor. Sue's mind was keeping the memory of the ecstasy alive, and she began to weigh the pleasures of her recent escapades.
There was nothing like a good fucking, she realized, but it didn't have the kinky pleasure she found at her neighbor's window or in her son's bed. There must be a way to get the best of both worlds, she thought.
They lay together in bed until they were rested enough to get dressed. Sue would have loved to stay all night, but she had her sons to think about, and she was thinking about them more all the time.
On the way home, Sue made Joe pull over. They crawled over the back of the seat and had a quickie. Sue kneeled with Joe behind her and they squeezed another orgasm from their tired bodies. Actually, Sue had a special reason for wanting that last fuck. She wanted to be truly fucked-out when she got home.
Once in the house, however, she still had a vestige of that nagging desire. She went to her boys' room and peeked in. It was dark and she could hear both of them breathing deeply in their slumber. Pushing their door open wider, she flooded their beds with the pale light from the hallway.
The sight of those two young guys renewed her perverted tastes. As her eyes focused on Bobby's body beneath his covers, she noticed a lump beneath the sheets. She shivered slightly as she contemplated Bobby's hard-on.
After forcing herself to go to her own room and get into bed, she realized that fucking another guy just wouldn't cure her new hunger. There was something about those boys that was attracting her like a magnet.
CHAPTER FIVE
One afternoon when Sue came home from shopping, she was surprised to find the door of the house unlocked but no sign of the boys. But as she was putting her groceries away, she heard voices. At first she was scared, but then she realized that the guys were at home after all.
She listened and decided the voices were coming from the basement. She gave in to the urge to see what they were up to. She knew that if she listened at the laundry chute she would be able to hear what they were saying. It was a foolproof way of eavesdropping.
Creeping to the chute, she opened the little door and stuck her head into it. She heard Bobby's voice, then an unfamiliar one. There must be a lot of boys down there, she figured.
"I think Betty's better," one of them was saying. "I sat with her in the movies once and she let me feel her tits. She wasn't even wearing a bra, and I slipped my hand right in her blouse. It was great."
"John says he fingered her in the bushes at the park," Ron said.
"I wonder if she's ever been fucked?" another unfamiliar voice said.
Sue was getting a wet cunt listening to that conversation, and she wondered if there was any way she could make it even more interesting for herself. She wondered if any of the boys would get homy enough to want to release their lust. The idea of watching one of them jerking off sent a wave of perverted excitement through her.
As she listened, she learned a lot about the neighborhood girls, but that wasn't what she was interested in. She tore herself away from the laundry chute and went into the bathroom. She opened the window slightly and peeked out. Good view, she noticed, and she reasoned that there would be just as good a view from the other side.
Now all she would have to do would be hope that " one of the boys would come up and go into the bathroom to jerk off.
Going back to the chute to resume her eavesdropping, she found that the conversation had tapered off. What could she do to heat it up again? Soon she had an idea.
She ran upstairs. She pulled all the dirty laundry from the hamper and took off her blouse and bra and added them to the pile. Then she gathered it all up and trotted down to the basement. The guys would see her tits bouncing along, and think that she hadn't known they were down there.
She opened the door to the cellar and ran down the stairs. Making sure that her tits were bouncing over the armful of laundry, she faced the boys. They looked at her suddenly, and she pretended to be surprised.
"Oh, I didn't know... " she said in shocked amazement and dropped the laundry on the floor.
She hid her tits with her hands, but not until she made sure each of the kids had a good view. Then she ran up the stairs, giving them a good profile view of her tits shaking in the grip of her hands. Her hands were too small to hide those quivering melons, and she put on quite a show.
She could still see the faces of those kids with their mouths hanging open and their eyes bulging.
"I didn't know you boys were down there," she called to them. "Ron, will you throw that stuff in the washer, please? And let me know when you're hiding down there."
She tried to keep her voice from shaking. She didn't want the kids to think that she was too embarrassed, yet she didn't want them to know that she was trembling with lust.
After getting another blouse to put on, she went back to the kitchen to see if her plan would work. The guys could come up from the basement and go into the bathroom without seeing her, and she could go out to the back porch and peek into the bathroom.
She knew that she would become a topic of conversation after that display, and she hoped it might lure other young boys over to her house.
She sent back to the laundry chute to hear what was going on.
"If my mother looked like that, I'd have a boner all day," one of them was saying.
"God, did you see those jugs bounce when she ran upstairs?" another of them said.
"Yeah, me and Bobby get a lot of good views," Ron said. "We have to jerk off about three times a day if we stay home too much."
"When she stopped that laundry with her tits sticking out like that, I could have shit. I would have run up to her and grabbed one of those jugs if she didn't run away so fast," an excited voice said.
Sue felt proud to have caused such a stir, but she wanted more from them than praise.
"I'll be right back," a voice said.
Sue didn't realize what was going on until she heard footsteps on the stairs. Scurrying back to the kitchen, she listened to the boy's movements and heard the bathroom door shut. Her heart throbbed as she went out the back door. Her breath was rasping in her throat.
She heard the muffled sounds of clothing being handled and could imagine the boy pulling down his pants. As she walked closer to the window, her cunt was beginning to drip. She would have to be very careful, she realized. It would be hard to explain peeping through the bathroom window if she got caught.
In a stroke of genius, she picked up her watering can, and although it was empty, she pretended to water the plants that were spread all around on the porch. She neared the window. When she caught a glimpse of sandy-colored hair, she froze and watched. The boy seemed to be sitting down on the toilet. Sue wondered if boys often took that position to jerk off.
Moving as quietly as she could, she stepped up on a chair, leaned closer to the window and looked in. What she saw almost made her fall off the chair. The boy's prick was erect, stiff and hard. The sight of that young piece of meat made Sue's heart pound, and she forgot about her pretense of watering the plants as she stood there in homy fascination.
The boy seemed to be fiddling in his pants for something. Sue wondered what he was doing, but she wouldn't take her eyes off his prick to check. She found out in another second, though, as the boy brought out his wallet. Before Sue had a chance to wonder what he was doing, he pulled out some small pictures and arranged them on his bare thighs. Sue could see that they were pictures of naked women in various positions, but they all had their cunts spread and clearly visible.
Then the boy grabbed his cock and began pumping. With every tug of his prick-skin, Sue felt a pang of passion. She watched him drag the skin up over the head of the tool, then drag it down, exposing the bloated head to Sue's bulging eyes. She wished she could take that fleshy fruit into her mouth, or at least be in a position to catch the sperm that would soon be issuing from it.
Sue's cunt was dying for attention, and Sue couldn't help grabbing her pussy even though she could be seen from a few of her neighbors' windows.
Taking a firm grip on her twat, she shook and squeezed that mound, giving her clit a good workout. Keeping her eyes on the prick in the boy's fist, she imitated his rhythm with her own cunt manipulations. She didn't think she should bring herself off there on the porch, standing on the chair, because it would be awfully hard not to give herself away by moaning in heat.
She heard the boy's breath coming faster and faster as his hand became a blur. Sue never saw anything like it. Even when she jerked a guy off, she never managed to use such a fast stroke. But this kid was a young and super-homy sex maniac; a typical teenage boy.
A few desperate-sounding grunts came through the window, then Sue saw a white glob leap from the head of the prick. That was followed by more of the thick fluid as it oozed out and down over the pumping fist. Sue's mouth watered as she saw all that delicious gism going to waste. Her hand had rubbed her cunt to the point where she would have been glad to lick that goo up off the floor if the boy would only leave it for her, but he mopped it up with a tissue and dropped it into the toilet.
He put his dirty pictures away, pulled up his pants and left. Sue got down off the chair, but continued hanging around out there with her hand on her pussy, waiting to see if another kid might come to relieve the pressure in his balls.
While she waited, she slipped her hand inside her pants so she could get a better grip on that itching mound in there. She found her hair soaking wet and her lips puffed up and the slit slightly gaping. Her finger sailed right into the soggy hole.
While moving around the porch with one hand on her cunt and the other tipping the watering can into the plants, she listened for the sound of another boy in the bathroom. It wasn't long before she was listening to the door being closed again.
She watered her way to the window again, but this time she didn't have to climb up on the chair. She could see Ron standing there, unfastening his pants. The thought of seeing her son's prick made her more excited than ever. When he bent down to lower his pants, Sue took a step toward the window, keeping to one side, and looked down toward his hips.
There, she saw a cock as big and fat as her husband's had been. She would have gone into a sad reverie about poor Henry if she wasn't going out of her mind with wild lust. The sight of that prick had an almost magical effect on her; as though it had a power over her mind and she had become a slave to its glory.
She watched her son open the medicine chest, swinging the mirror toward the window. Then he climbed up on the toilet seat and pointed his cock at its reflection in the mirror. From where she was outside the window, Sue had a great view of her oldest son's ass and prick. It almost made her faint with wanton rapture.
The boy grabbed his big cock and began to stroke. With her finger up her snatch, Sue was driving herself mad with lust. She wanted so desperately to have that cock up her cunt and her hands on that ass, but at the same time she was really enjoying peeking at him.
She imagined that her finger was the piece of stiff meat the boy was playing with, although the dimensions of her finger made it a poor substitute. At least she didn't have an empty cunt while she watched the homy ritual. As she fingered herself, she put her thumb on her clit and wiggled it.
She had to lean against the wall near the window to keep from keeling over. She was panting and feeling dizzy, but most of all, she was crazed with passion.
Ron's ass muscles tightened, and he stood with his hips thrust forward as his hand moved back and forth on his rod. Sue could see that the boy meant business. He was going to spill his load, then get back to his friends.
Sue was getting as excited as he was, and she was going to come soon. But a vague hope made her ease off her clit. She decided to watch her son jerk off, then go into the bathroom and see if he left a souvenir for her.
With only her middle finger up her pussy, Sue could maintain a high level of lust without bringing herself off. She wanted to join her son in ecstasy, but she resisted. Although it was tempting when she saw his ass pumping and his body tremble, she kept away from her vibrating clit.
When the boy's cream exploded, she tried to keep track of every drop, but it wasn't easy. She was sad to see his ass covered up by the seat of his pants, but she was eager to get into the bathroom. Ron grabbed a tissue and mopped up his spewings, but for once, Sue hoped he didn't do a good job cleaning up.
As soon as he left the bathroom, she ran into the house and into the bathroom. Looking around where his gism would have most likely landed, Sue was thrilled to find a drop of the precious liquid. She scooped it up on the tip of her finger and brought it close to her face where she could study it.
In the afternoon light, the milky gism gleamed like a pearl. Sue tugged her slacks down and exposed her twat to the vigorous rubbing she wanted to give it.
Squatting down to spread her cunt, she crammed her finger higher up the channel and put her thumb back on her clit. As she felt the familiar sensation of kinky ecstasy fill her, she stuck out her tongue and touched the pearl of gism with it.
There was hardly enough of the juice to taste, but she did get a bit of the flavor, and just the thought of having her son's cream in her mouth was flabbergasting. Lifting the drop from her finger with the tip of her tongue, she rolled it around in her mouth.
Her orgasm was a knockout. She dropped to her knees and shook as in a palsy. The slight flavor of boy-juice seemed to amplify the pleasure of coming until she forgot everything in the world except that drop of gism and her insane bliss.
As she shook in exhaustion, the bathroom door opened slightly. It bumped into her, and the door was opened enough for whoever was there to see her. She pushed the door closed again.
"You'll have to use the upstairs bathroom," she called.
When she realized she hadn't locked the door and one of those boys could have walked right in on her and seen her with her fingers up her snatch, she wondered if she might have done that on purpose. She would have to watch herself carefully, she reminded herself, or her perversions would get her into trouble.
CHAPTER SIX
Sue was walking around in a daze after peeking in on those boys, and when she heard her name called out in the supermarket she didn't even look up. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around.
"Sue, you old whore," a strange-looking woman said to her. "I haven't seen you in a couple of years."
Who could this weirdo have her mixed up with? Sue wondered.
"Don't you recognize me?" the woman said. "It's me, Beth."
It was a jolt to see her old friend looking so different, but Sue was glad to see Beth and they hugged and laughed. The last time she'd seen Beth she hadn't been wearing her hair in that huge pile of curls or the pink lipstick or the big sunglasses. But then it was like Beth to change her image every now and then.
They finished their shopping and went for a cup of coffee to talk about old times and new. Sue was dying to get some advice on her new behavior, and she thought Beth might be a good chick to talk to about her recent behavior.
After telling each other how good they looked, Beth asked Sue what she'd been doing lately.
"Just being a housewife keeps me pretty busy," Sue answered. "With two teenage boys there's always something to do."
"I'll bet those boys are growing up to be just like their father," Beth said.
"Yeah, they are. Sometimes I wish they were a little less like him, if you know what I mean."
Beth smiled, but Sue didn't think she understood. How could she explain to her old friend that she had the hots for her sons? Before she could even try, though, Beth began telling her about a new group of people she'd been hanging around with.
"They really are a gas," Beth said. "And they're into some pretty wild stuff."
That sounded interesting to Sue, and she asked what that might be.
"Well, we're having a get-together at my place tomorrow night, and if you really want to know, come on over," Beth said.
Judging by the twinkle in her eye, Sue guessed it might be right up her alley. Could her old friend be into swinging or orgies or something like that? She said she would come.
"Oh, good," Beth said and grabbed Sue by the arm. "I think it might be good for you, but don't forget to leave your inhibitions at home."
That last sentence made Sue's cunt twitch, but she didn't have a chance to question her friend any further. Beth said she had to run. Sue watched her wiggle her ass out of the coffee shop and wondered what was going to happen the next evening.
Excitement over Beth's invitation helped Sue keep her mind off her sons, but everytime she looked at Ron she was reminded of the way he pumped his mighty prick the day before.
When Sue was getting ready for the get-together at Beth's, she found that she really didn't know how to dress. Then she remembered how Beth had looked and that gave her a hint. She put on underwear that would be easy to remove. Then she slipped into a pair of jeans and a slinky top.
She got the boys to do the dishes so she could arrive at Beth's a little early.
When she got to Beth's, she found that she wasn't the first one to arrive. A woman named Joyce was there, so she couldn't talk to Beth about her perversions after all. They just gossiped and talked about old times.
People began drifting in, and before long the place was getting pretty crowded. Drinks and marijuana were passed around.
Sue met a lot of people, and they all seemed very interesting and nice. Most of them were very good-looking too, and she would relish the chance to suck and fuck them. But for over an hour nothing happened, and Sue began to suspect that Beth had given her the wrong idea.
Then she noticed two people, Jim and Carrol, begin to neck on the couch. Then she noticed that the lights seemed dimmer. A guy she'd been talking to, Bill, sat down beside her. He put his arm around her, and she leaned against his hard body.
Sue saw several couples kiss, and hands began to disappear under blouses and skirts. Chuck, who was sitting next to Beth, reached up and took one of her swollen tits into his hand, massaging it. The look on Beth's face gave Sue a rush of homy excitement. Jim and Carrol were wrestling with their tongues. Then their hands moved to each other's crotches.
Sue was going crazy with passion and wished Bill would get busy. The scenes being acted out in front of her were stirring up her voyeuristic passions. Bill didn't disappoint her, and soon he was moving his hand up her side to her tit. After cupping the globe through the material of her blouse, he slipped his hand inside the garment and moved it around the naked swelling of firm flesh.
Sue kept her eyes moving around the interesting scene before her. When she saw a girl unzip a guy's fly and pull out his stiff cock, her heart raced. That, along with Bill's hand on her tit, made her grind her hips, rubbing her twitching muff against the seat of the chair.
The girl bent down and opened her mouth, taking the guy's throbbing prick into it. Sue opened her mouth took as if there were a prick waiting for admission.
Bill pressed his mouth to hers. She loved the way his tongue felt as it licked hers, but his face was blocking the view, and that was at least half the fun. Sue pushed his head down so he could kiss her neck, and she could see all the wild goings-on in that room.
Bill was attacking the tender flesh of her neck with hungry lust. His lips and tongue were covering her neck with exquisite feelings that slithered all the way down to her cunt. She was watching a girl's head moving slowly up and down on a man's prick as her cheeks hollowed and bulged with each dip of her head. Sue was going to get a prick in her mouth too, she decided. But she was just going to sit and watch for a while.
Another guy, Carl, was getting between Jane's legs while she lay back holding her tits. Carl lifted her skirt and began kissing her thighs, moving closer and closer to her nylon-covered crotch. He rubbed his nose on the well-padded mound, and the girl lifted her hips to let him pull down her panties. Sue saw the chick's hairy twat come into view as she gasped in a fit of desperate passion. The chick's cunt was shining through the patch of wet curls.
Sue kept watching that same couple and saw Carl move his face to the junction of the crotch.
His tongue flashed for a split second before he stabbed it into the girl's cunt. The way that chick began squirming showed Sue how the tongue lashing in her twat was sending waves of joy through her.
Suddenly, there were mind-blowing scenes all over the room. Sue looked from plunging prick to sucking mouth to diddling finger. Beth was undressing while a guy was kissing his way up her shapely legs. She saw Beth's tits shaking with the movements of her hurried stripping.
Bill's hard prick was pressed into Sue's thigh now. Sue figured the guy was taking it slow with her because this was her first orgy, and she appreciated it--it gave her a good chance to be a spectator. But she was getting rather eager to get that prick into one of her bodily openings.
While Bill continued to kiss her neck and massage her tits, Sue moved away from him so she could get her hand down to where his dong was trapped in his pants. Through the material, she traced the outline of that lump. That was all Bill needed to get him started undressing.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, she began undressing too. But she didn't take her eyes from the twisting, writhing bodies that were in more advanced states of passion than her. Sounds of lust filled the room like an orchestra of sexual fulfillment. People lay sprawled in every possible position of sexual play. Sue fastened her gaze on the sight of a fat prick moving rhythmically in and out of a pink-rimmed twat, and it made her work faster at getting her own body unencumbered by her clothes.
Bill was now naked and ready. As Sue bent down to pull her panties down, he opened his mouth and sucked in one of her big, brown and puckered nipples. Then he opened wider and sucked in as much of the tit as he could. Sue cried out in pleasure.
Bill covered her hairy pussy with his hand and squeezed out hot juice onto his palm. When they collapsed back into the chair, Sue grabbed the stiff root of his prick and squeezed the head, crushing the blood out of it, then she released it and felt it fill again.
Her hand moved down the shaft to his heavy balls, taking them up in a gentle grip. Bill slipped a finger into Sue's tight tunnel and felt around in the juice that was oozing down the walls of that funky chamber.
He tried to kiss her again, but she still wanted to watch the sights and didn't want his face blocking the view. As she enjoyed the feeling of his finger in her quim, she feasted her eyes on the sight of a man washing his face in the juice of a spread pussy. At the same time, he was getting his prick licked.
"Fuck me, Bill," Sue said as she sat on his prick with her back to him. "I want to feel your cock high up my cunt."
Bill pulled his finger from her twat and maneuvered his prick to the soaking hole that was lowering over the hard and twitching muscle. When the fat cock-knob was poised between Sue's wiggling inner lips, she lowered her hips down on Bill's lap and felt his tool pierce her deeply. They both took deep breaths as the thrilling sensation of fucking filled them.
Sue's tight and hot cunt held his prick fast. It was a perfect fit with her pussy-lining stretched comfortably over his prick like a sock. She began lifting and lowering her hips to get the stiff meat moving in her pussy.
She had a front-row seat at the orgy, and with a cock in her quim, she couldn't imagine anything better. She thought she had finally found a way to merge all her kinky desires.
She moved up and down on his cock as fast as she wanted, and she controlled the depth and angle of the lunges. With her hands on Bill's knees, Sue began moving her hips, feeling the ridge around his cock-head pulling at the insides of her twat on the outstroke.
As she watched other pricks in other pussies, and heads bending over crotches, she began to move faster. The room was alive with motion, and all of it was exciting. She cried out with her pleasure, adding to the passionate noise echoing throughout the room.
Bill grabbed one of her tits. With his other hand, he reached into her crotch and felt his pole sliding in and out of the cunt mouth. The whole area was covered with a hot and slippery fluid.
Sue didn't want to have a pussy full of gism before she got eaten, so she listened to Bill's breathing, monitoring his lust. When he began groaning, Sue lifted her hips and popped his prick out of her cunt. Straightening her legs, she lifted her crotch to his face. She was standing on the seat of the chair with the guy's nose at ass-level. Bill caught on to what she was up to when she bent way down and licked his burning prick.
She couldn't quite bend far enough to get her mouth over that prick with her feet on the seat of the chair, so she quickly moved her feet up the back of the chair while supporting herself on her hands. Now she had his head in a vise grip with her thighs, and her cunt was an inch from his mouth. Her mouth opened and she sucked in his jerking joint.
Bill began sucking her twat with all his might, just as he began to fill her mouth with sperm. Sue was glad she got his dork into her mouth in time. Drinking the thick gism, she felt a special thrill. After watching all that action, she'd been fucked, and she was now swallowing gobs of prick juice in a wild position she'd never dreamed of before.
When Bill stopped coming, he began to eat her twat in earnest. She felt an orgasm about to burst in her as Bill held her crotch tightly to his face. As she came, she nestled her face in the loose flesh of the guy's balls.
Bill kept his tongue licking around in the still-stretched hole of her cunt. She had to wiggle her pussy away from the snaking tongue or she would lose her mind. Already, she had opened her mouth to scream, and when she closed it again, she had some of Bill's sack between her teeth.
Bill helped Sue get out of her upside-down position, and she sank to the floor, limp and sweating. A lot of the others were just coming, and there was still a lot of action to see. Sue began looking around for another guy to play with when she spotted Clark. She had been turned on by him from the moment she met him, and now he was lying on his back with his prick soft and glistening with pussy cream. She knew that she could make that prick rise again, and she went to sit down on the floor next to him.
Clark twitched when he felt Sue's hand on his thigh, but then he settled down and let her climb over him. If she remembered correctly, she had watched him ramming that prick into Joyce, thus it was her cunt juice she was smelling as she moved her face to the prick. Just the thought of what was to come made Clark's cock stiffen.
Sue licked his growing cock. When it was standing proudly once again, she opened her mouth and took his cock into it. This was one of the fattest pricks she'd encountered, and she had to open wide to get the thing in. Once her teeth were safely past the head, she slid the pulsing knob over her soft, wet tongue.
The wonderful feeling of Sue's mouth on his prick made Clark roll slightly from side to side as he was filled with sexual bliss once again. He reached for Sue's thigh, giving it a tug to tell her he wanted her to swing her body over his so he could lap her twat. She took the hint and was soon squatting over his face.
With that drooling pussy hovering over his face, Clark stuck his tongue up into the wet folds of flesh. The love juice that he was causing to flow was dripping into his mouth, and he could feel the warm, slippery stuff sliding down his throat. He kept his tongue traveling through the crease of her quim.
As Sue slid his fat cock in and out of her mouth, she reached around his hips and stuck her fingers in his ass-crack. The fingers of one hand played around beneath his balls while the fingers of the other hand went to work in his asshole. She wet a finger and pushed it into his puckered hole.
Clark was going wild with the deluxe treatment he was getting, and he showed his appreciation by increasing his tongue pressure on the pink interior of her pussy he was wearing like a mask. Sue's asshole was gaping in front of Clark's eyes as he licked her pussy, and he couldn't resist sliding his tongue out of her cunt to give that puckered hole a little probe.
When he put his tongue back to work in her twat, he could feel Sue begin to tremble. His orgasm was still several minutes away, so he eased off her clit and began sending his tongue-tip up her flowing tunnel, putting off her orgasm so they could come together.
She knew that he was pacing himself, and she was glad that he was such a fine lover. Her head began to bob up and down faster so Clark's gisms would begin to boil and he would get back to her clit, bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure.
With the finger she had up his ass, she could feel the cream in him come together in a churning mass, waiting to surge forth.
Just as she hit her peak, Clark filled her mouth with the hot juice. After drinking down the offering, she lifted her head and looked around, finding the orgy still going strong all around her. Apparently, everyone was having seconds. Sue crawled off Clark and went exploring.
Everyone was so blissed-out on sex that Sue could crawl right up to them and stick her nose right into their crotches to get a good look. She even added to the pleasure of a few fucking couples by licking a set of balls while the prick was pumping into a cunt. She crawled under a guy while he was eating Beth, and stuffed his prick into her twat. Then, as he continued his cunt sucking, she got a good fuck.
After having been eaten, it felt wonderful to get a stiff prick reaming her twat. This guy must have come several times already, Sue figured, by the way he kept pumping without shooting. She loved to have her cunt banged endlessly like that, and she wasn't in a hurry to feel his cream filling her. When his prick did explode, Sue was just about fucked-out. He got off her, leaving her lying limp with her legs spread.
By that time, the floor was littered with spent bodies. A few people got into their clothes. Sue remembered her sons home alone and forced her body into action. Beth saw her dressing and called to her. Sue went to where her friend was lying on the floor with her pubic curls matted with gism.
"Thanks for inviting me, honey," Sue said. "I had a ball."
They both laughed at Sue's pun.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We'll have to get together soon," Beth said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next Saturday afternoon, Bobby and Ron went to the movies as usual. But there was one difference this Saturday; Bobby promised himself that he would try harder than ever to get one of the looser chicks to sit with him. He got to the theater early and hung around by the candy counter watching everyone who came in.
He watched some of the guys go up to girls and ask them to sit with them. Most of the girls accepted the invitations, and Bobby saw Ron grab Sharon and lead her down the aisle. There were a few chicks who were known to put out, and Bobby was waiting for one of them to show up.
When Betty came into the lobby, Bobby's heart almost stopped. She was one of the hottest chicks in the neighborhood. She was the chick he would have chosen above all the others. She was a year ahead of him in school, and that was not to his advantage.
He was so nervous that he wasn't sure he would be able to talk, let alone ask her to sit with him. But if he delayed, someone else would get to her first. His hominess overcame his bashfulness, and he walked over to her.
"Hi, Betty," he said. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.
"Oh, hi, Bobby," the girl said. She looked away from him and gazed around at the other kids. Bobby didn't think it looked too good for his chances, but his lust carried him through.
"Ah, would you like to, ah, sit w-with me?"
His heart pounded as he saw her look back at him with a faint smile on her lips. She looked him up and down, and Bobby didn't know what to expect. If she turned him down, he would be crushed and wouldn't have the nerve to ask anyone else.
"Yeah, okay," she said.
Bobby could hardly believe his ears. He broke out in a silly grin as he walked down the aisle with the girl. Looking out of the comer of his eye, he saw her tits. They looked bigger than ever, but he had it on good authority that they were genuine. Her blond hair bounced along with her boobs as they walked to a seat near the front. Bobby hoped all the guys would see her with him.
Bobby had sat with a few chicks in the show before, but he had always picked the easy ones who wouldn't go beyond a few kisses. Now he was in the big time and he felt awfully nervous. He put his arm around the girl and rested his hand on her shoulder.
Although the movie had started, all he could see were the twin bulges of her tits in the comer of his eyes. Betty offered him some popcorn, but his mouth was so dry he could barely swallow it. He was dying to kiss her, but thought he should wait until the popcorn was gone.
His palms began to sweat and his prick was already stiff. When she dropped the empty popcorn box on the floor, Bobby knew the time had come. He tried not to shake in his fright as he leaned over to her. As his face approached hers, he saw that she continued to look toward the screen. He didn't know what he would do if she didn't turn toward him.
But she did, and their lips met. Betty's mouth was already opened, and Bobby opened his. He poked his tongue out and found hers waiting. Tightening his grip around her shoulders, Bobby thrilled to the taste of her sweet saliva. His hand was ready to move to her tit, but he thought he should kiss her for a while first.
Bobby had only Frenched a few girls before, and he couldn't kiss as well as Betty. Her tongue was winding around his like a writhing snake. She pushed her wiggling tongue into his mouth and explored every comer. Bobby was going wild in his seat.
He touched her chest below her tit, and when he was sure she wasn't going to push his hand away, he began moving it up to the firm protrusion.
When his fingers touched the underside of her jug, he knew he was in for a great experience. After having tits in his mind for years, it was incredible that he was going to have a chance to handle one of the wonderful objects.
His fingers traveled over her pointy boob until he was holding it in a tight grasp. It was like nothing else he had ever felt; so soft, yet firm. The warm, living pillow filled his big hand with more to spare. He squeezed and her tit compressed. As he handled it, he was amazed how it could be pushed and lifted and flattened.
Bobby's prick began to ache as it bent in the prison of his jeans. He wiggled around in his seat, trying to get more comfortable, but it was no use. His cock just couldn't be contained in his tight-fitting pants. But there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. Besides, Betty's tits were enough to keep his mind off his pain.
After feeling one tit, he felt the other. Then he wanted to get at them without the girl's jersey in the way. Dropping his hand to the hem of the garment at her waist, he maneuvered his hand into it and touched her bare side. The warm smoothness of her skin sent a shiver through the boy.
He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue just in case she might want to try to stop him from grabbing her tit. He was having a hard time reaching up to her tit without dragging the jersey up with his wrist, but Betty held the jersey down while he moved up her ribs to that treasured mound. The tit felt so much nicer without the material of the jersey in the way.
"You really know how to feel a girl up," Betty whispered to him.
Bobby's ears burned at the sound of her sexy voice, but he couldn't think of anything to say.
"You have nice tits," he finally whispered.
Now he could grab her nipple and hold it between his fingertips. He had an almost overpowering urge to suck her tit, but in the theater that wouldn't be possible. Playing with those boobs was the most fun he'd ever had, but before long he wanted to try for other treasures.
His hand slid down the smooth skin of her tummy and over the front of her jeans to her lap. He could feel the intense heat of her cunt through her pants. When she let her thighs sag open, Bobby knew he was going to be rewarded.
The thick seams of her jeans made it hard to feel what she had in there, but just feeling that heat was making his balls ache. He ran his hand along her inner thighs and pressed them into the vee of her crotch.
He was afraid that if he tried to open her pants she might stop him, but then, if he didn't try, that hot pussy in there would remain out of his reach.
Bobby began fumbling with the button on her jeans. He was glad she wasn't wearing a belt. He had his tongue in her mouth again, and he was huffing and puffing with his efforts at her button, but he didn't seem to be able to get it opened. When he felt Betty's hand on his, he figured the gig was up, but then he realized that she was opening her pants for him.
With a deft movement of her fingers, her pants opened. Bobby managed to pull down her zipper. He felt the tops of her panties and the feeling of that sheer nylon made him so hot he wanted to drag the girl down to the floor with him where he could ravage her properly, but that was out of the question.
He stuck his fingers into the waistband of her undies and moved them down. When he felt the top of her pubic patch, his fingers started crawling wildly down. As he combed through her hair, he realized that her pants were still guarding the slot that he was so desperately reaching for.
Betty moaned in pain suddenly and grabbed his wrist. He realized he must have pulled her hair, and he forced himself to take it easier. The girl moved her hips forward on the seat and leaned back, giving Bobby better access to her wonderful gash. He shoved firmly, and soon his middle finger touched the top comer of her slot.
Bobby couldn't believe he had finally arrived at the opening of a girl's pussy. His hand kept creeping down as his fingertip fought to burrow farther into her cunt. Betty was breathing hard, and anyone near them couldn't help but notice how they were wrestling around in their seats.
Now Bobby could feel the slippery wetness between the lips of her hairy hole. His finger could move easily in the hot slush, but he still couldn't reach the tunnel that he knew must be in there. He examined the strange folds of slippery skin that ran along the inside of her cuntal mouth, marveling at the unfamiliar terrain.
Bobby was going crazy with the effort to reach deeper into her cunt. And even though he had no hope of sticking his cock up that tube, he wanted to see what it would be like to stick his finger up there.
But her pants were too tight, and he could hardly expect her to pull her pants down right there in the movie theater. He just kept wiggling his finger around in the outer region of her gash.
Bobby was surprised at how the shallow cunt-diddling was affecting the girl. The young boy was ignorant of that love bud in a girl's snatch, and he massaged that most sensitive spot without realizing what he was doing. As they kissed, Betty bit his lips in a frenzy and muffled her moans by kissing his mouth.
The girl's wild behavior was exciting to him. When her jerked off, he writhed and gasped, but he never pictured a girl doing the same sort of thing. Betty was already moving with more crazy lust than he ever had, and he wondered if she was going to come right there in the seat next to him. The thought that he was going to make a sexy chick like Betty have an orgasm thrilled the innocent boy.
The two of them remained locked in a tight embrace. They almost forgot where they were as their seats began to creak with their shaking bodies.
Their teeth ground together, and Betty held Bobby in a bear hug' as she trembled and groaned. Bobby could feel her sweat through her jersey. He didn't know what was going on.
Then she suddenly slowed her gyrating hips and pulled his hand from her pants. Her body seemed to sink back in her seat, limp and wet. Bobby looked at her face and saw her teeth gleam in the light reflected from the movie screen.
The boy wanted to believe that he had actually brought this wild chick off in a great climax; that was the only explanation he could think of for what had happened. He was dying to smell his wet finger, but somehow it didn't seem to be cool to sniff it while they were still sitting there side by side. But he just couldn't resist and, pretending that he was scratching his nose, he took a deep whiff of the perfume of her twat. The odor brought back all the passion of her body thrashing around.
Bobby put his hand on her thigh and Betty put hers on his. The boy's cock was still throbbing as powerfully as ever, and her touch, even through his pant leg, sent a shiver into his balls that made him do something that he didn't think he had the nerve to do. He moved her hand to the throbbing lump in his jeans.
The girl didn't resist, and Bobby soon had the warm pressure of her hand right on his cock. Without looking down at what she was doing, Betty began feeling his cock that was pressed against his belly by the tight denim.
Now it was Bobby's turn to go wild. With someone's hand on his virgin prick, Bobby began moving to get some friction between his prick and that hand. Although Betty's fingers were squeezing and stroking his cock, Bobby couldn't help pumping his hips.
His balls had already been ready to explode when he was fingering Betty's twat, but now he felt the tremendous pressure of teenage hominess building to an unbearable level. He wanted to have her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping his skin back and forth with all the speed she could muster, but he didn't think he should pull his prick out in the theater. Betty seemed to sense his need, though, and she began to rub his prick, especially around the head, with strong, fast strokes of her fingers.
Bobby gasped loudly once, then again, and began pumping his hips. He covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his grunts as his prick burned with ecstasy. He felt the hot juice surging from his cock and saturating his jeans, and he knew that Betty felt the wetness too, but she kept rubbing until he stopped her.
They both slid down in their seats now. Bobby knew that his life had entered a new phase with that mutual jerk-off session. He held his funky finger under his nose and smelled as the mess in his pants cooled. He would have to do something about the stain that he knew would be plain evidence of his orgasm, but at the moment he was basking in the glory of the experience.
He finally told Betty that he would be right back and went to the men's room. He walked through the lobby quickly so no one would see the wet area on his crotch. He could just imagine of the older guys making fun of him for having pissed in his pants. He almost wished one of them would say something like that so he could tell them what really happened.
In one of the stalls, he tried to dry the stain with toilet paper, but it wouldn't go away. He mopped himself up as well as he could, then decided to go home. He didn't want to be around when the movie ended and all the kids would be out in the light of the day.
He went down to Betty and told her he had to go because his pants were all wet, and she seemed to understand. Once outside, he tried to hide the wet spot with his hands, but that looked rather silly, too. He ran all the way home.
"Well, you're home early," Sue said to her boy when he walked in the house.
Bobby hadn't expected her to be home, and he covered his wet crotch with his hands and ran upstairs, Sue noticed the source of his embarrassment. She knew what that stain was immediately, and she felt her pussy twitch when she saw it.
Bobby changed his clothes and lay down on his bed. He tried to remember every second of the wild time he had just had. Sniffing his finger, he remembered Betty's pussy. Having his hand crushed in Betty's pants hadn't been the best way to get the feel of what a cunt was really like, but he would get another chance. He would see to that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That night, Bobby told Ron all about his experience with Betty. Ron was obviously impressed, and Bobby felt very proud of himself. Ron admitted that he'd only gotten some bare tit and had to jerk off in the men's room to relieve the aching in his balls.
For the rest of the evening, Bobby was buzzing with excitement. He suspected that his mother had noticed his gism-soaked crotch when he came home, and now she seemed to be looking at him strangely, he thought.
At dinner, Bobby would look up suddenly and see Sue staring at him so intently that it took several seconds for her to avert her eyes. Bobby was staring at his mother, too. Now that he'd had his first taste of cunt, everyone who possessed one of those sweet things was very interesting to him. He'd always thought his mom was the sexiest chick he'd ever seen, and in his present condition, her body seemed more desirable than ever.
After dinner, Ron went out, but Bobby couldn't tear himself away from his mother's gorgeous body. As long as he could watch her tits bounce around and her ass sway, he was ready to watch.
"I'm going upstairs to take a shower," she said to her son.
Her words hit Bobby like a lightning bolt, and he imagined her naked body stepping into the bathtub. He remembered how her tits had looked when she came down to the basement without a blouse, and he knew he would give anything to get another look at those globes. And the idea of seeing her cunt made him dizzy with passion.
The first thing to do, it seemed to him, would be to go upstairs and size up the situation.
His heart raced as he climbed the stairs. The bathroom door was opened and the light was out, so his mother was still in her own room. He knew that she undressed in there, then went to the bathroom in her robe.
He ran into his room, found a piece of paper and tore a small hunk out of it. Then he rolled that small piece into a wad and took it to the bathroom door. Stuffing the wad into the cut-out rectangle where the latch stuck out, he mad the latch stick in the door so it wouldn't catch on the door jamb.
In his own room, he waited with trembling limbs for the sound of his mother going into the bathroom. Finally, he heard her door open, her footsteps in the hall and the bathroom door close. Bobby was afraid to move out of the sanctuary of his room, but the thought of what might be waiting for him gave him the courage to creep out into the hall.
The sound of the bath water running assured him that she would be slipping out of her robe. The door was closed, but he could see it wasn't shut tightly. The only thing to worry about was whether his mother would see the door open.
This was the time to do something, he told himself. The rewards were great, but so were the risks. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he stepped to the door. His hand shook, but he pushed on the door until the slim crack of light began to widen.
Then, suddenly, he could see into the bathroom, and the first thing he saw was his mother's tall, slender body. She had her back to him and was completely naked. Bobby ran his eyes up and down her form, from her ankles to her head, but concentrating on her ass. Those smooth, round cheeks were split by a deep crevice that led his gaze to the dark mysteries of her crotch.
The boy reached for his prick and rubbed it gently through his jeans, just like it had been rubbed that afternoon. But he would only watch for now, then let his passion rage in his room where he could blow his gism with frantic strokes.
Sue was standing at the sink, examining her face for new wrinkles while the tub filled. In the mirror she could see the door had opened just as she knew it would when she found that wad of paper in the door latch. Her cunt was getting sloppy from the excitement of being watched by her homy, young kid. She was going to give him a good show, but how far could she go without getting too carried away?
The tub was getting full, so she leaned over to turn the water off, making sure she gave her son a good view of her pussy peeking out under her ass. The sight made the boy catch his breath. That hairy mound had the power to make his gism boil. Reaching over farther, she tested the water temperature. Now Bobby had a great shot of her right tit.
Sue's nipples were drawn into tight knots and her pubic patch was damp with love juice. She realized that she loved to be watched as much as she loved watching.
Sue thought of opening the door suddenly and catching him in the act of jacking off. Then she could punish him by pulling down his pants and paddling his bare ass. She could already feel his hot cock pressed to her thighs as she made him lean over. It was a great idea, but she decided not to do it. Being caught like that could have a devastating effect on a young kid, she knew.
Finally, the water was the right temperature, but she hesitated. She knew that she would be out of his sight once she was in the tub, so she thought about other ways to entertain the boy.
Stepping back from the sink, Sue took a look at herself as her son watched from behind. Then she grabbed her tits and pressed them together as though she were trying to see how they would look in a tight bra. Then she let them go and they shivered back into their normal position. Then she turned from side to side to see their profile.
The effect of her tit manipulations had the desired effect on the young voyeur in the hall. His face was red and his throat dry. He never felt such a wave of homy passion.
He increased his prick-massage as his cock strained to rip its way free of the prison of his jeans.
Now there didn't seem to be anything to do but get into the tub. Sue stepped in, but took her time sitting down. Once she was seated in the water, though, she was hidden from the sight of the boy that was giving them both so much pleasure.
Maybe she could still show him something interesting, she thought. After all, even if he couldn't see her body, he could see what she was doing. Her plan made her cunt drool copiously, and she felt more like a pervert than she had in any of her other exploits.
Lifting one leg at a time from the bubbling surface of the water, she placed them on the sides of the tub. Then sliding back until her chin was just at water level, she grabbed her cunt and began rubbing. Even though the kid couldn't see her hand on her pussy, the slight rocking motion of her body told the story.
When Bobby saw her lift her legs out, he was surprised. He had never seen anyone do that in a bathtub, but the implications were too amazing for him to catch on right away. But when he saw her moving in that special rhythm, he had to believe the unbelievable. Right before his eyes, his mother was jerking off in the bathtub!
There was no cause to worry about being caught while Sue was in the tub, so Bobby unbuckled and unzipped and pulled his throbbing cock out. It was so stiff it almost ached. When he wrapped his hand around it, it began to bounce and jerk in his fist as though it were trying to get away. His hard cock was anxious to spew out the churning charge of gism that was filling the boy with sexual mania.
Sue's cunt was more sensitive than usual to her caressing hand because of the excitement of having her son watch this perverted display. As soon as she started scrubbing the furry mound, she felt her body buzz with lust.
With the stimulation of her hand, her son's gaze and her wild imagination, Sue was soon in a sexual rapture. What little modesty she still possessed was easily overcome by her frenzy.
Bobby was fighting to keep his fist-pumpings slow and steady. He was determined to keep the ecstasy alive as long as possible; at least as long as his mother rubbed her submerged cunt. He imagined himself with an aqua lung, swimming under the water in the tub. He would swim between her legs and watch her fingers moving in the spread lips other twat.
There was only one more thing Sue could add to the show. At first, she felt hesitant, but soon the passion in her gave her no choice. She opened her mouth, and a lascivious-sounding moan filled the steamy room. When Bobby heard that sound, his passion doubled. No other noise could carry a message like the moans of a bitch in heat.
Under the hot water, Sue's fingers were stretching the entrance to her pussy, letting the tunnel flood with the bath water. She reamed herself with all her might.
Bobby felt the pressure in his balls rise to the overflow point. He hit the bathroom door with the first shot, then hit it a few more times before he lost the pressure it took to send a bullet of cream that far. Although he'd had that dynamite climax in the movie theater just that afternoon, he was spilling an awful lot of gism now.
The water in the bathtub was splashing over on the floor. Bobby compared his mother's gyrations with the girl he rubbed off that afternoon, and he concluded that his mother was the wilder of the two.
Sue's legs dropped back into the tub, and she seemed to be through with her passion for the time being. Bobby had spent his lust, too. He wondered what he should do about the globs of gism on the bathroom door. He couldn't wipe them up now without pushing the door open and giving himself away, but he figured they would go unnoticed until he had a chance to clean it up.
As Bobby crept back to his room with his prick still in his fist, Sue lay back in the tub and contemplated what she had done. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she actually had one or both of her sons sticking their hot, young pricks into her. She would have to accept that eventuality or figure out what she could do about it. She decided to talk to Beth as soon as she could.
CHAPTER NINE
After that show in the bathtub, Sue and Bobby were both secretly hungering for each other. Their eyes were constantly perusing each other, and when they kissed goodnight, they both inhaled the other's odor through flaring nostrils.
When Ron heard about his mother jerking off in the bathtub, he hadn't believed it, but after seeing how Bobby and his mother were eyeballing each other, he figured that there might be something to it. The boys would talk about their mother, wondering what would happen if they tried to grab some tit from her or plotted a peeking party.
She took every opportunity to eavesdrop on the boys, and she heard them talk about her, but she couldn't get herself to make any advances toward them. Now, everytime she jerked off, which was more and more frequently, she would think of them. She imagined each of them fucking her in every possible way while she fingered her twat.
Sue sought out Beth almost in desperation.
As Sue drove to Beth's place, she had the feeling that she was going to get some answers, make some decisions and maybe get an added bonus.
Beth greeted her warmly, fixed her a drink and made her comfortable.
"Now, what's the problem?" Beth asked.
This was it, Sue realized. Until that moment, her perversions were her own secret, but now she was going to come clean with her old friend. She didn't know what to expect, but she wouldn't have been surprised if Beth threw her out of her apartment when she admitted her weird sexual obsessions.
"Ever since that orgy you had here, I figured that you would be the best person to talk to about this problem of mine," Sue said. "Lately, ah, I've been sort of, well, you might say... Oh, Beth, I want to fuck those two boys of mine."
Beth didn't bat an eyelash.
"Is that all?" Beth asked with a giggle. "Hell, I don't think there's a mother of teenage boys who doesn't feel that way."
"But, you don't understand. I keep spying on them, and make sure they have a chance to spy on me. Just the other day, I... I... " She couldn't quite bring herself to tell Beth about how she'd jerked off in the tub with Bobby watching.
"Good for you," Beth said. "You might as well enjoy them while you can. If I had those two kids living under my roof, I'd fuck them silly every day."
Sue was beginning to feel better. "But isn't it perverted?" she asked.
"So what?" Beth shot back at her. "Just because most people don't do it, they call it perverted. But if you're not afraid of labels, you have nothing to worry about."
"Well, it sounds good, but I just don't know," Sue said.
"Look at me," Beth said. "I'll do anything that sounds like fun, and not give a shit if people think it's perverted or not. And I'm having a great time."
Sue asked for another drink. She would need it, she felt, as her cunt began to tickle in longing for her friend's tongue.
Beth fixed two more drinks and sat opposite from Sue. She was wearing a short skirt, and as she sat there with her thighs spread, Sue thought she could see that her friend wasn't wearing any panties. It was dark under the skirt, but it did seem to her that what she was looking at between Beth's thighs was a hairy twat and not a pair of dark-colored panties.
Beth saw what Sue was looking at, and she began to think along the same lines as her friend. When Beth said she did everything, she meant it, and the idea of a lesbian session with Sue seemed like a very exciting prospect. She lifted her leg and draped it over the arm of the chair.
Now Sue had a clear view of Beth's crotch, and she found that she had been right. She knew that Beth could see what she was looking at, but she couldn't avert her eyes.
"I quit wearing underpants a while ago," Beth said. "Would you like a closer look?"
Sue couldn't move or speak. She was paralyzed with perverted lust for the woman sitting across from her with her legs spread. She began to tremble slightly and sweat broke out on her lip.
"Oh, Beth, you don't know what I'm going through," Sue moaned.
"Sure I do," the other woman said. "I went through the same thing a year ago. Everything began to turn me on, so I just let myself go, like you should do right now."
If Sue let herself go at that moment, she would have jumped at her friend and stuck her head up her skirt. But it wasn't that easy. She licked her lips and felt her own pussy get wet, but she still couldn't move.
Beth saw that she needed some more inspiration. She stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. When Beth slowly opened her blouse and showed Sue the big, round globes of her tits, Sue's mouth fell open in a dumbfounded expression.
Like a professional stripper, Beth let the blouse fall down her arms behind her, then threw it over a chair.
Then Beth lifted her tits in her hands. Sue saw how her huge nipples puckered up as Beth brushed them with her fingers. If her inhibitions weren't keeping her glued to her seat, she would have loved to bury her face in that soft flesh.
Suddenly, Beth reached for the button at the side of her skirt. Before unfastening it, she looked carefully at Sue's face and saw there the tremendous lust her friend was containing. When she let that pent-up energy loose, Beth knew she would be in for a wild feast of lesbian love.
She unbuttoned her skirt, but held it in place while Sue squirmed in her seat. When Beth began tugging the garment down over her wide hips, Sue's eyes followed the waistband of the skirt as it moved down Beth's belly. When curly hairs came into view, Sue almost overcame her inhibition, but she didn't know exactly what to do. She decided to let Beth finish undressing before she did anything.
Beth dropped the skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Standing there naked in front of her sex-numbed friend gave Beth a strange thrill. She knew that Sue was on a hair trigger, and when she let go, she would be a lesbian dynamo.
Sue stared into the dark triangle of hair on her friend's plump mound and thought about how it would feel to press her face into it. All she had to do was throw herself out of the chair and grab Beth around the thighs and she could realize her dream, but she was still frozen with fear of getting into that new perversion.
"Well, what do you think?" Beth asked.
"Oh, I think you're beautiful," Sue gasped.
"I don't mean that," Beth said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "I'm not looking for compliments. I meant, do you want to make it?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. Oh, I really do," She said as she pushed herself to her feet.
"Come on," Beth said, holding her arms out toward Sue. "Come here." As if in a trance, Sue got up and walked the few steps to the waiting, naked woman. Sue stepped between Beth's arms and felt them wrap around her. As they kissed, their tits mashed together. The material of Sue's blouse kept them from enjoying the feeling of naked flesh on naked flesh.
When their lips met, their tongues came forward. Sue had never experienced such a gentle kiss; it was sending an electric current of kinky excitement down to her snatch. Beth pushed Sue's tongue back into her mouth with her own, following it in to explore. Then Sue explored Beth's mouth.
As they ground their faces together, Sue felt a hand touch one of her tits. Like the kiss, the tit massage was gentle with feminine sensuousness. Suddenly, Sue wanted to be as naked as her friend.
"I have to get out of these clothes," Sue said, taking her mouth away from Beth's, "Let me help you," Beth whispered.
As Sue stood trembling, Beth began unbuttoning her blouse. When Sue felt Beth's hot gaze on her tits, she sighed loudly. Beth stripped the blouse from her, then stepped back to study her lover's tits. Even though the two chicks had seen each other's bodies at the orgy, it was a lot different now that they were alone together.
"You have gorgeous tits, sweetheart," Beth said in genuine admiration.
"Thanks," Sue said in a breathless voice.
Her tits were rising and falling on her chest with her passionate breathing, and as Beth grabbed those jugs, her breathing became suddenly faster. When she felt her friend's hands on each of her tits, Sue couldn't help but moan in lustful need. Beth's hands moved lightly over the round melons of softness, feeling their incredible shape. Then she tightened her grip and felt the way the tits compressed and oozed through her squeezing fingers.
Beth lifted one tit and lowered her head. Sue closed her eyes and braced for the feeling of the lesbian's mouth on her tit, but when it came, it was more exciting than she could have imagined. Beth's mouth covered her hard nipple and sucked gently on it. Then she pulled her lips back and stuck out her tongue, tracing the circle of pink flesh around the fleshy nipple. By the time Beth sucked the nipple into her mouth again, Sue was moaning in heat and leaning on Beth's shoulders for support. She'd never had her tit sucked like that before.
Beth kissed her way down Sue's belly as she lowered herself to her knees. Then she began unfastening Sue's slacks. When She felt the waistband of her pants loosen, she knew she was going to be completely ravaged by this lesbian, and the thought made her legs quake.
She helped Beth strip the tight slacks from her hips. Sue stepped out of them. Beth, kneeling in front of her, caught a whiff of the juice that had been seeping from her cunt for the last hour.
Before she pulled down Sue's panties, Beth grabbed Sue around the thighs and pressed her cheek to her nylon-encased pussy. The tough of her friend's face to her quivering cunt, even through her undies, was enough to make Sue long to get her initiation into lesbianism into a more advanced state.
Beth grabbed Sue's panties. She helped again as that last garment was stripped from her body. Then Beth put her arms around Sue's hips again and pressed her cheek once more to the padding of her cunt. She then loosened her embrace and slowly stood, dragging her tits up Sue's stomach until they rubbed against Sue's tits.
They grabbed each other tightly and flattened their tits together. Sue could feel Beth's stiff nipples poking into her boobs as their tongues lapped together. They pressed their hips together and mingled their cuntal curls. Sue slid her hands down Beth's back and felt that wonderful curve of another woman's ass for the first time.
Beth grabbed Sue's ass too, and moved her fingers down into the bottom of her ass-crack, near Ill her flowing gash. Sue wanted to feel Beth's finger crawl right up her cave, but Beth was going slow.
Sue felt herself being dragged to the floor. Sue was lying on her back with Beth half lying on top of her. Beth had one leg between Sue's thighs. Sue had one foot pulled up near her ass with her knee lifted, and Beth had her hand around her inner thigh near her crotch.
Beth began moving down Sue's body. When she took her mouth from Sue's, Sue knew that she was going to experience the full glory of lesbian sex in the next minutes. Beth lingered at Sue's neck, sticking her tongue in her ear, biting the lobe, then moving on. Her hot lips nibbled down Sue's chest and climbed the hills of her tits.
Once again, Sue thrilled to the expert tit-sucking of that lesbian's talented mouth. She had her legs spread and was waiting to feel a finger enter her quim. Beth's hand was still on Sue's thigh, though, so it was a short trip to her starving slot.
Beth's mouth traveled around the twin peaks of Sue's jugs, sucking, licking and just bouncing around. She decided it was time to give the chick a finger, and she brought her hand to the wet mess of hair that surrounded that pink gash.
As soon as Sue felt a finger on the swollen lips of her twat, she began jerking her hips around in an effort to gobble that finger up into her cunt, but the finger retreated until Sue held still. Sue got the message, and she forced herself to remain as calm as she could while Beth took her time.
Again the finger moved to the gash and entered her loose lips. Beth ran her finger along the spread cunt-lips, entering a little farther each time. Sue's hips began to writhe, but Beth didn't tease any longer; she knew that Sue couldn't help the wanton pumping of her hips.
"Oh, Beth!" Sue gasped. "That's so-o-o-o- good. Oh, yeah! Yeah!"
Beth's finger was swimming in the flooded chamber of Sue's cunt. She massaged the slick walls within her sheath and diddled the wiggling lips. And all the while, Sue's hips jerked.
With a loud slurp, Beth pulled her mouth from Sue's nipple and continued south. Leaving a trail of saliva as her tongue slid down Sue's belly, Beth took her cunt-lapping station between Sue's legs.
Sue spread as wide as she could and trembled in anticipation of Beth's tongue entering her quim. Beth kissed the wet tops of Sue's thighs and licked the crease between the thighs and cunt mound before getting into the succulent crack. But as soon as she had her tongue between the fleshy lips of Sue's cunt, she did her best to give the newcomer to lesbianism the cunt-lapping of her life.
Sue shook as her cunt became the center of her lust. Every swipe of Beth's tongue over the wet interior made her body jerk. When Beth moved up her tunnel with her long tongue, Sue's body vibrated in a flurry of intense pleasure.
Rather than increasing her tonguing, Beth began to ease off. Sue knew what was going to happen next; it was going to be her initiation, and she was eager to get into it. Beth crawled up beside Sue again. Sue was flying high on lust from the pussy-sucking she'd had, but before she was given the ultimate reward, she would have to prove herself.
"Suck my pussy now," Beth said.
Without saying a word, Sue moved to the junction of Beth's thighs. She stopped at her tits and kissed each nipple, but she was too anxious to get her face in Beth's juicy slot. She slid her face down the smooth skin of Beth's belly.
As she snuggled between the chick's thighs, the perfume of a hot twat drifted up to her nose. She looked at Beth's cunt and studied it. She realized that although she had examined her own pussy in a mirror, she had never really seen another woman's pussy so clearly and close.
Her mouth was watering and her heart pounded as she lowered her head. She felt the bristling hairs of that hot twat on her nose, and she stuck out her tongue. She searched around gingerly through the jungle of hair until she found the gash. Poking into it, she finally got a taste of simmering cunt-juice. She had sucked her own cunt-juice from her fingers, and tasted it on men's mouths after they had eaten her, but to get a lick of the stuff right from the source was a big thrill.
Sue moved her tongue around, getting the feel for this new technique. When she felt Beth begin to move her hips in sensuous circles, she knew her tongue was having the right effect. She felt the loose skin piled around her lover's clit and she moved her tongue along the slippery ridges of skin that lined the entrance to her cunt. Then she probed that deep well of love juice, making Beth's body quake just as hers had.
As she became more sure of herself, Sue began to lick deeper and faster, getting her face right into the soaking mess of hair and pudgy flesh. Before long, Beth's cunt was spread over her face as Sue wiggled her tongue as high up the cavity of passion as she could reach.
"That's great," Beth said. "You're a natural, baby. Ooooooooh!"
Sue was feeling proud of herself and tried even harder to do a good job. Beth's movements were getting more wild and uncontrolled, and Sue thought she might come soon if she continued. But Beth grabbed Sue's head and lifted it from her crotch.
Looking down at Sue's wet and shining face, Beth said, "Let's rub each other off so we can come at the same time."
That sounded good to Sue, and the desperate quaver in Beth's voice told her that the chick was ready to come. Her own passion was as high as it had been when Beth pulled her tongue from her cunt, and she was ready too.
They lay side by side and grabbed each other's pussies. Slipping a few fingers into the gaping mouths of their cunts, they began rubbing the tender flesh of their clits and inner lips. As they rubbed, they pressed their mouths together in hungry kisses.
Panting and gasping into each other's mouth, they climbed to the ecstasy of their orgasms. They shook and trembled and sweated until they were in the grip of insane lust. The cunt-juice from Beth's cunt that Sue had on her face was now smeared between them.
After their passion drained away, they lay there in each other's arms until they began to feel chilly. Sue was sold on lesbianism. She knew that cunt sucking would become one of her favorite pastimes, and she was in the mood to give a few other perversions a fair chance.
As she dressed, she told Beth how much she had enjoyed her first lesbian encounter.
"You were really great," Beth said. "Just remember, anytime you feel like eating some pussy, come on over. Now, go home and take care of those sons of yours."
CHAPTER TEN
The deeper Sue got into the sexual underground, the more tempting her sons became to her. After her introduction to lesbianism, incest seemed to be the next logical step. She was more relaxed, too. Now she could look Bobby in the eye and meet his homy gaze with a smile.
One day all three of them were in the backyard. Sue was trimming her rose bushes and her boys were tossing a Frisbee back and forth. Suddenly, Sue felt the plastic disk bounce off the side of her head. It didn't hurt, but it was rather startling.
"Oops, sorry, Mom," Bobby called to her.
She felt a playful mood come over her. She picked up the Frisbee and held it out to Bobby. But when he reached for the disk, she pulled it out of his grasp. He took a quick step toward his mother and grabbed again, but she side-stepped and gave him a whack on the ass with the Frisbee.
Ron laughed loudly, and Sue was laughing too. Bobby tried to get the toy away from his mother, but she held it behind her, and offered her son the obstacle of her tits to get around.
Bobby tried to run around the woman, but Sue kept turning and backing away from the boy. Ron began sneaking up on his mother as she retreated from Bobby, and he soon grabbed the Frisbee from her. As soon as he had it, he slapped his mother's ass with it just as she had slapped Bobby's.
Now Bobby howled with glee.
"Oh, so you think that's funny, huh?" she said and grabbed her son around the head.
They stumbled a few steps with Sue's tits rubbing against the boy's body. Then they fell to the ground. In all the commotion, Bobby was very aware of his mother's tits. They wrestled around while Ron danced around them, whacking their asses with the Frisbee whenever he had a chance.
Suddenly, Sue and Bobby grabbed Ron around the ankles and brought him to the ground with them. They each tried to get the Frisbee, but the real game was feeling Sue's tits crunch against them and smack into them as they swung wildly.
Being in the middle of the boys' wiry bodies was exciting for Sue, and she made sure each of them got a feel of her tits. She finally got the Frisbee, but before she could get away, both boys grabbed her. Ron felt her tits slither under his hands as he took the woman in a tackle. Bobby's face plowed into one of her tits as he reached for the Frisbee.
"Hey, no fair copping a feel," Sue yelled.
Her words were shocking to the boys, who had been copping feels but hadn't expected their mother to mention it. They seemed to stop struggling for a split second, but then they renewed the scuffle. The tension seemed to disappear, the ice was broken, and now as they grappled for the Frisbee, the boys took more liberties with their mother's body.
She held the Frisbee tightly to her chest and curled up on it, and the boys reached for it by squeezing their hands between her arms and tits, feeling the heavy flesh molding itself around their arms. Ron had his stiffening prick pressed into the firm flesh of the woman's ass as he clung to her. Bobby seemed to have forgotten the Frisbee altogether as his hands began filling with her shaking tits.
Sue felt her body fill with passion.
"Hey, you guys are getting a little personal," Sue said in a serious tone of voice.
Sue slowed down her struggling as the boys began to increase their attack. They both were feeling her tits, and Ron had a handful of her ass, too.
Sue decided to let herself play their game. She reached into Bobby's crotch and wrapped her fingers around his tightly packed balls. Applying a little pressure, she knew she could give the kid a rush of pleasure or a stab of pain.
"Two can play this game," she said as she reached behind her to Ron's crotch.
There, she found another stiff prick held down by taut denim. Now there was no turning back, she realized. Her boys were already changing their movements from those of horse-play, to those of lustful greed. Their bodies slowed to a sensuous wiggling as they felt and squeezed each other.
Then Sue began struggling again. She twisted around and slipped down Ron's body. Her face was at his crotch, and she playfully bit the lump in his jeans. The boy howled and Sue broke from their grasp. After all, she couldn't fuck them on the lawn, so she led them on a chase into the house.
As she ran into the house and up the stairs, her fingers tore at her clothes. She wanted to be ready for them when they caught up with her. Running into her room, she hid behind and door and listened to their feet galloping up the stairs. She heard them stop in the hallway, and she imagined their faces, flushed and sweating, as they looked for her.
The two homy boys came into her room, and just before Bobby looked behind the door, she jumped out at them. With a wild rush, she knocked them down on her bed and fell on top of them.
When the boys realized what had happened, they grabbed her again and continued the groping they had started in the yard. Holding on to their mother's tits, they tried to suck her nipples. Sue's passion was slowing her down and she let the boys smother themselves in her tits.
The feeling of a hungry, young mouth at each of her nipples was enough to take her breath away in a fit of passion. They were tugging and chewing on her tits and kneading them in their clutching fingers.
"Oh, boys, that feels so good," she moaned.
They weren't sucking her like her other lovers had, with skillful mouths and tongues, but she liked their primitive style better. Their teeth were hurting her slightly, but she didn't mind; in fact, it even increased the excitement.
Ron, who had had more experience than his younger brother, grabbed her cunt. When Sue felt his hand on her cunt, she groaned deep in her throat. Bobby was gobbling as much of the heavy sponginess of her tit into his mouth as he could hold. So far, his tit knowledge had come from a Saturday matinee with Betty, but he hadn't had a chance to bury his face in a pile of warm softness before and he was taking advantage of the present opportunity.
Ron reluctantly pulled his mouth from his mother's tit and sat up. But he immediately went to work on her slacks. Opening the button on the side, he began to tug at her pants, but they were a tight fit, and it took him a while to get them down to her thighs. Sue tried to make it easier for him by lifting her hips, but with Bobby's head and hands assaulting her tits, it was difficult for her to move.
Her slacks finally slipped from her legs and Ron looked down at his mother's cunt as it showed through her flimsy underpants. He could see the hair pressed under the material and the curls that stuck out from the leg-holes. Without losing another second, he grabbed that tiny garment and pulled it off. It came down much easier than her pants, and she was soon writhing naked under the boy's hungry stare.
He touched the furry mound with shaking fingers. The fat lips felt so hot and soft as he probed. It was almost too good to be true, but there it was, his mother's cunt waiting for his examination. Ron spread her thighs and saw the pink crack gleam.
If the sight of that hairy hole and the creamy cheeks of her ass beneath it wasn't enough to drive the kid wild, the fragrance of her juice was. The boy opened the gash with his fingers to get a good look at it. He had fingered a few pussies in his day, but had never had the chance to peer right into one.
He saw the entrance to her deep well and all the wiggling ridges of wet flesh. His fingers followed his gaze up her tunnel. When his mother began grinding her hips, the boy realized that she was getting excited too. The thought that he was having that effect on her made the whole incredible experience even wilder.
Bobby saw what was going on at his mother's crotch, and he wanted to get some of the pussy action, too, but his mother wasn't ready to let him leave her tits.
"Keep sucking me, Bobby," she said as she pulled his face back toward her tit.
The boy obeyed, but he kept staring at his brother who was sticking his fingers into her cunt. All he could see of that pussy from his vantage point was the hair between her splayed thighs, but he could at least reach down and touch it.
Bobby's fingers joined his brother's in the wet swamp of hair and slippery flesh, but he found her hole already occupied, so he had to satisfy himself with a search of her outer regions. He felt her chubby mound, and he played with the puckered skin around her clit. He, too, was thrilled by the way their mother's hips pumped.
"Oh, O-o-o-o-oh, that's so nice! Deeper, yes! That's right! Stick another finger in!" she groaned.
Bobby slipped a finger into her cave with his brother's fingers, and when Ron tried to pry him out so he could have that pussy to himself, Bobby struggled to keep his place. After all, she was his mother too.
Bobby couldn't stand to let the sight of that cunt go unobserved any longer, and he pulled his head away from his mother's boobs. Scrambling down her body, he looked at the hole his finger was swimming in. With both their hands stuffed in that pussy, there wasn't much to see, but he could see how the gash was stretched.
Sue was throwing her body from side to side and jerking around like a woman possessed by the incestuous bliss of having her cunt filled with wiggling, massaging fingers. She grabbed her tits and moved them around on her chest. She began wailing in quavering cries of joy.
The only thing that could have made Bobby take his hand away from that pussy was the promise of an even more exciting experience, and he knew he could stick his prick into that hole if he were undressed. So, while Ron kept stirring her twat, Bobby began struggling with his clothes.
Sue saw what he was doing, and she watched as he freed his prick. The sight made her even more hot, although she was already out of her mind with lust. Bobby advanced toward her pussy again, his battering ram leading the way.
"Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me!" Sue began chanting.
Ron realized that he had been outmaneuvered. He had to leave the gaping gash to his brother, who had been clever enough to take his clothes off. As Ron began undressing, Bobby moved between his mother's legs and brought his prick to the soggy quim.
Sue grabbed her son and pulled him down over her writhing body. The boy was gasping for air and jerking his hips wildly, but his cock was missing the mouth of her cunt. His fat prick-head slipped up and over her mound, then hit her between the ass-cheeks. With each miss, he became more eager, but his aim didn't improve.
"Wait, wait!" Sue gasped as she reached down to help him.
She grabbed his prick tightly and guided it to her starving twat.
Forcing himself to stop pumping for a few seconds, Bobby followed his mother's guidance, and soon felt the hot, wet lips of her cunt meet his throbbing tool. Now, when he lunged, he felt his prick devoured by her tight cunt-tube. He'd stuck his prick into a lot of weird places trying to get the sensation of a cunt, but now he knew that there was nothing like it.
Sue's pussy held his hard cock in a firm grip. When Bobby began pumping, he felt the most exquisite sensation known to man. That cunt milked his prick with the velvet lining of her cave as Sue gripped him with her well-trained snatch on every outstroke, and sucked him in again.
With his face buried in her neck, Bobby was reaching heaven with every thrust of his cock. His mother's hips were moving under him, thrusting when he thrust and pulling away as his cock slid back. Their bellies were slapping together in an increasing tempo.
Bobby felt the jolts of ecstasy rock him, burning his prick with pleasure.
He grunted in frantic bliss and filled his mother's cunt with huge splashings of gism. She could feel the heat of that thick cream charging into her pussy. The boy had come too soon for her to join him in climactic rapture, but there was still another boy waiting to bring her off.
As Bobby came to a stop, his brother put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him off of their mother's still-bucking body.
"Come on, Bobby," Ron said eagerly. "Get out of the way, it's my turn."
Bobby staggered away, and Ron ran into position. Bobby watched his older brother step into their mother's embrace. She reached down and guided Ron's prick into her cunt, just as she had guided Bobby. Ron sank his prick into her tight honey-pot.
As Ron flailed away at his mother's cunt, his brother watched with amazement. He knew that he had looked just like that a few minutes earlier, but it was hard to believe that he had his ass moving like that as he rammed his cock' up and down that cunt tube. Watching made Bobby's wet prick begin to rise again.
Sue was nearing an orgasm, and Bobby watched her come as he had watched when she jerked off in the bathtub. But this time he had a better view. She was making desperate sounds as her body whipped in convulsions. Bobby crawled beside his mother's writhing body.
In her dazed passion, she looked up and tried to smile at her youngest son, but her lips were twisted in an ecstatic grimace.
As Sue came, Ron began grunting, and Bobby knew he was watching both of them in the grip of fulfillment. His prick was fully erect again. He had come a long way in his sexual career in the last half hour, but he was hoping to get even further. As Sue opened her mouth to moan, he got the idea that it would be great if she would give him a blow job.
As Ron lay gasping on his mother's heaving body, Bobby maneuvered his prick close to her face. As soon as Sue noticed his stiff cock hovering around near her, her mouth began to water. It would take more than one orgasm to finish the passionate episode of her first incest bout.
Reaching up for his rock-hard prick, she bent it down to her mouth and licked it. Bobby adjusted his hips so he could be comfortable while his mother sucked him off. After a few preliminary licks, her lips moved over the thick prick and began sucking. Bobby wondered how his prick tasted with the dried crust of gism and cunt-juice on it. He was really impressed with his mother for sucking off the coating on his cock.
But what impressed him most was the way her mouth felt on his tool. This was even better than getting fucked, he thought. Sue moved her head back and forth on his prick and held onto it at the base.
When Ron climbed off her, she was able to rise up on her side and move her head with more freedom. She took her son's balls in a gentle grip.
Her fingertips reached under his sack and tickled. The boy was finding out something new every few seconds, and each treat lifted him higher toward a second orgasm.
Ron stood back and watched his mother sucking his brother's prick. It was quite a sight, and as he contemplated her lips pursed around Bobby's prick and her cheeks puffing in and out, he knew that he wanted that treatment, too. His prick was getting hard again, and he wanted to do something interesting while he waited.
There was still another opening to her body that they hadn't explored, and he stepped between his mother's legs again. Grabbing her thighs and lifting them, Ron looked between her firm asscheeks for the puckered hole. He had to spread her legs to get a good view of that hole, but as soon as he saw it, he knew he wanted to poke his prick in there.
The gism the boys had pumped into her twat had seeped out and down over her asshole, so when Ron pressed his blunt prick-head to the target, he didn't have any trouble sliding it in. This hole was much tighter than the other, and there was something about fucking her asshole rather than her cunt that thrilled him, too.
Sue seemed to like having her asshole entered by his fat prick, Ron thought, judging by the way she began to shake her hips. He could feel her sphincter muscle contracting on his pumping pud. The view he had of his mother's mouth wrapped around Bobby's prick was exciting, too.
Since both boys were working on their second orgasm in a few minutes, they lasted quite a while. As Bobby's prick was sucked by her mouth, and Ron's by her asshole, She's passions rose again, too, but since her cunt was left unattended, she wasn't going to join them in coming.
Her tongue moved around Bobby's cock-head as she slid his knob in and out of her mouth. She was taking him deep into her throat in her best cocksucking maneuver. Bobby was already twitching his hips with the pressure of his boiling load. He shoved his prick into his mother's throat until she couldn't breathe, but on every outstroke, she filled her lungs with air.
As she took care of both those plunging cocks, she reached down and fingered her cunt. As the boys watched, she rubbed the mound with fierce energy. Ron could look down and see her fingers plowing through the sloppy lips of her quim.
Ron came, filling her ass with hot fluid. Bobby was on his way, and Sue held his prick-tip in her mouth so she wouldn't gag from having him shoot his wad down her throat. His gism burst into her mouth like a fountain, and while there wasn't as much as he had delivered into her cunt, she had to swallow twice to get it all down.
Bobby loved the sight of his mother swallowing his cream. She kept him in her mouth until she had sucked every drop down her throat, and when his cock emerged from her mouth it was clean and shining.
Ron had pulled his spent prick from her ass, and had crawled up on the bed beside her. The three of them lay there in the peace of satisfied lust.
"I'm glad we did that," Sue said. "I've been wanting to for a long time."
Her boys agreed that it had been great, and they admitted their lust far her, too. Sue sent the boys to their room after they lay together for a while.
When the boys left their mother's bed and were in their own room, they grabbed each other's arms and shoulders and shook each other in excitement.
"Can you fucking believe it?" Ron asked his brother.
"If I had done it alone, I would have thought it had been a dream," Bobby said. "It did happen, didn't it?"
"It sure as hell did. We've got it made."
"Whoopy!" Bobby hooted.
The boys spent the next hour comparing notes. Ron tried to explain the splendors of fucking their mother up the ass, and Bobby described how her blow job had felt. They agreed to change places the next time, and, already, they could hardly wait.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bobby and Ron made it a habit to fuck their mother almost every night, and once in a while, they would spend an afternoon in bed exploring each other's bodies. It was a great situation for all three of them. But after a few weeks, the boys began thinking that it would be nice to fuck another chick too.
Bobby ran into Betty in the drugstore one afternoon, and the sight of her young, voluptuous body made his prick stir with desire in his pants. Even though he'd been getting all he could handle at home, the sight of that sexy chick turned him on as he remembered getting his first finger-fucking in a dark movie theater.
"Hi, Betty," he said. "How's it going?"
Bobby remembered how he felt when he asked this girl to sit with him that afternoon a few weeks earlier. But now he was calm and relaxed. Even though he was planning to make a play for her, he was acting cool and suave.
"Oh, hi, Bobby," the girl said happily. "How are you?"
"I've been hoping I'd run into you," he said. "I wanted to tell you how sorry I was to leave you like that. But my pants were a soaking mess."
"Oh, that's okay," the girl said. "Dave Brown came over to me after you left, and I rubbed him off, too."
"That's good," Bobby said. "Hey, how about coming over to my house right now? There's no one home."
Betty looked at her watch as Bobby looked down at her tits.
"Okay," she said. "But I have to be home by five."
As they walked along, they walked about the kids they both knew and school; the usual topics for kids their age.
Bobby wondered if Betty had ever actually fucked a guy. He'd heard stories about guys fingering her, and her handing out hand jobs, but he'd never heard any of the guys claiming to have fucked her. He thrilled at the possibility that he might be her first real fuck. Of. course, he may only get rubbed off again, but that would be a nice change.
When they got to Bobby's house, she sat down on the couch and waited for him to sit down next to her. When he did sit down, the girl leaned against him and Bobby put his arm around her shoulder just as he had in the movies. But this time, he wasn't nervous, and he knew exactly what to do.
They faced each other, then kissed. Bobby let their lips play together before sticking out his tongue, but they were soon reaming each other's mouths again. This girl tasted slightly different from his mother, and the change made him homier than he'd been in a while.
His biggest surprise came when he lifted his hand to her tit. Having gotten used to the feel of his mother's tits, Betty's felt amazingly firm, almost hard. He'd forgotten how her tits felt since that frantic afternoon, but he quickly reacquainted himself with those mounds of resilient softness. He wondered if his mother's tits had been that solid when she was Betty's age or if chicks just had very different boobs. There was still a lot he didn't know, he realized, but he was going to find out.
Betty's young body heated up with passion. After feeling her through her jersey, Bobby reached into the jersey just as he had before. His prick grew into a twitching spike in his jeans, and the feeling of having his bone contained like that reminded him of the "old days" before his mother made her body available to him a week ago.
"Let me take this off for you," he said as he pulled up her blouse.
He watched her stomach come into view, tanned and smooth, but just as her tits showed under the jersey, she stopped him. Her hand gripped his wrist tightly and held him fast.
"What's the matter?" he asked in genuine surprise.
"Can't we leave it on?" she asked.
"Sure, but--" His words were cut off by her mouth covering his.
Bobby continued to feel her tits, and her jersey remained pushed up on his wrist. He was going to try and kiss her nipples as soon as he had the jersey pulled up a little higher. Bobby felt a challenge facing him, and that made this chick more exciting.
Betty was breathing harder and faster, and Bobby thought it was time to move. Being used to his mother thrusting her tits in his face made Betty's reluctance frustrating, but he knew that if he finally got what he was after it would be all the better for the struggle.
As he kept massaging her tits and making her jersey ride up on his hand, he kissed her neck like his mother had taught him to kiss hers. It seemed to be working as the chick writhed in his embrace. When he arrived at the neck of the jersey, he suddenly lowered his head over the bunched-up cotton to the tit-tips that were sticking out from under it.
Betty made a slight move to stop him from sucking one of her stiff nipples, but she was too slow, and once he began sucking, she was powerless to do anything about it. She just squirmed under his sucking mouth, making slight sounds of pleasure.
Bobby felt a great thrill after completing that maneuver, and he loved the way her super-firm tits felt as he moved his face over them. He moved her jersey high on her chest to keep it out of his way. "Let her keep it on," he thought," as long as I can suck these tits."
Betty got so frantic with his tit-sucking that Bobby wondered if she'd gone even that far before. He hoped he was the first to get at those tits with his mouth, but it didn't seem likely. Not after all the .stories he'd heard about her.
Bobby stuck his head between her proudly protruding tits and licked her breastbone as her tits warmed his ears. He was going to enjoy her tits as much as he could, because when he took the next stop, the chick might stop him altogether. Opening wide, he stuffed his mouth with warm softness as his hand dropped to her lap.
Once again he felt the moist heat of her crotch. His fingers grabbed her thigh right near her cunt and rubbed. Betty put her hand on his thigh, too, but not very close to his crotch.
Bobby moved his fingers to her cunt and pressed. He didn't want to give her much through her pants; she would have to let him take her pants off if she wanted to get her cunt rubbed. Betty's hips pumped as she tried to feel Bobby's fingers through the thickness of her jeans, and it was tempting for the boy to let her squash her snatch on his fingers, but he forced himself to wait until he could really get a grip on her cunt.
As his hand moved away from her crotch, it moved up to the button on her pants. Betty didn't try to stop him. She was too homy by that time, and her cunt was itching for his fingers. Bobby stuffed his hand in her pants just as he had in the theater, but this time he wasn't so anxious to get a finger up her pussy. He knew what she had up there, and he would finger her only when her pants were off completely and he could do it right.
Betty was still pumping her hips in a passionate rage, and now she was opening and closing her thighs, but the boy merely played with her hair. He loved the way she was writhing wildly.
"Let me help you get your pants off," he said.
Bobby felt her body stiffen at his words. He decided that if she wouldn't let him get at her, he would send her on her way and jerk off. Or, he could even jerk off with her sitting there watching. But one thing was certain; he wasn't going to play those adolescent games any more; he didn't have to.
Bobby grabbed her opened pants and began tugging. When he felt her grab his wrists to stop him, he almost gave up, but he decided to try one more encouraging trick. He moved his face down to her lap. Then he kissed the soft skin that was exposed in the vee of her open zipper.
First, he covered the area with gentle kisses, then he reamed her belly button with his tongue. He felt her restraint melt into pumping passion again, and he continued pulling down her jeans. Now, Betty seemed too hot to resist. She even lifted her hips and wiggled to make it easier for him to get her stripped.
When her furry muff came into view, Bobby felt his lust take off. Her hair seemed softer and finer than his mother's, and it was honey-colored. Bobby moved between her legs and spread them, opening that sweet slot. He breathed the fragrance of her teenage twat, then slipped his head farther into her crotch and buried his mouth in that hair.
He could feel her cleft spread, and he stuck his tongue out and filled her crack. Betty's body stiffened as she felt his hot tongue touch the tender lining of her snatch.
"Oh, Bobby, I never... Oh, it feels soooo good. Oh-h-h-h-h," the crazed chick moaned.
Putting everything his mother had taught him about cunt-lapping to use, Bobby had the young girl vibrating under his tongue-lashing. Her pussy was smaller than his mother's, and when he pushed his tongue into her tunnel he could tell that it was incredibly tight. He moved his tongue all around the entrance to that flooded chamber as Betty moved her hips in frantic writhings.
Looking up over her stomach, Bobby could see the blissed-out expression on her face. She had her head turned to one side, her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was gaping. Putting his hands under her thighs, Bobby pushed them up and even farther apart, spreading the lips of her twat. That gave him more area to cover with his tongue.
Stiffening his tongue, Bobby moved it around. The girl began shaking violently as her lust rose to the breaking point. Bobby had never seen his mother shake like that, and he guessed only inexperienced chicks could react that way.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! AhhhhhHHHH!" Betty cried in a crescendo of passion.
As his tongue dipped into her cunt, Bobby was thinking about how it was going to feel to plunge his prick into her tight snatch, but first, he wanted to give her a taste of his cock. He would bring her off with his tongue, then let her work him over for a while.
Bobby remembered how the girl had thrashed around in her seat at the movies when he rubbed her off, but this time she was flailing her body around so wildly that it made her orgasm in the theater look like a hiccup.
She began jerking her hips in powerful spasms, and Bobby was thrown right out of her gash once, but he dove back in and continued licking. As the girl jerked in jolts of ecstasy, her wanton screams filled Bobby's ears. When she shoved his head out of her crotch and settled down in a sweaty heap, Bobby pulled his tired tongue out and rested his head on her soggy mound.
After giving them both a few seconds to catch their breath, the boy began climbing over the chick's heaving chest, his prick pointed right at her face. Betty watched that fat and blunt knob approach with a wild expression on her face.
If Bobby had known that his mother was standing in the dining room, he would have been even more excited about sticking his prick into Betty's mouth than he already was. The young girl's screams had covered the sound of Sue driving into the driveway and coming into the house. As soon as she got out of her car, she had heard the unmistakable sounds of a girl in heat. Her cunt got wet as she hurried into the house.
When she first peeked into the living room and saw her Bobby's head between that girl's thighs, she felt a pang of jealousy, but then her voyeuristic passion obliterated that feeling.
Sue's lust began to simmer as she reached under her skirt and grabbed the wet mess of her pussy. She had almost forgotten how much fun peeking was. After she'd broken her incestuous cherry, she hadn't had a chance to get a good peek, but now she realized that her perverted mind had the capacity for various diversions.
With a few fingers crammed up her flowing cunt, Sue watched the girl on the couch come. Then she saw her son climbing over her, offering her his hard meat. Sue knew exactly how it felt to have that cock slip into her mouth, and she envied the girl, but she was enjoying herself, too.
Sue noticed that the girl seemed hesitant when Bobby touched her lips with the tip of his pounding prick. Could this be the girl's first cocksucking? Her son was wondering the same thing as he sat on the girl's tits and poked that bat at her mouth.
Betty reached up and took the prick in her hands, gently caressing and stroking it. Then her tongue came out shyly, and she gave the hot cock a few careful licks.
The voyeur in the next room smiled as she saw how the chick's licks were getting more enthusiastic as the passion and joy of cocksucking filled her. Before long, she was taking the boy's prick deep into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it. Bobby was sliding his prick in and out.
Sue felt her climax creeping over her as her fingers did a wild dance deep in her cunt. She loved watching her son pumping his prick into that pretty girl's face, and it was a perfect sight to jerk off with. She hoped the slurping and heavy breathing would hide her sounds of passion as she felt herself gripped by her orgasm.
Sue leaned against the wall while she recovered from the blast of ecstasy. When she looked back at her son and the girl on the couch, she saw that Bobby had pulled his cock from her mouth and was stretching out on her body. The girl's long, shapely legs wrapped around the boy's hips as he maneuvered his prick-tip to the wet and slippery entrance to her belly.
As the boy lowered his hips in a smooth glide, stuffing his cock into her pussy, both girls gasped with excitement. Betty's body curled in a rapture of pleasure as his prick moved back and forth in a massaging stroke. She picked up his rhythm and moved her hips opposite of his, making his cock back out of her tunnel until the head was held by her open inner lips, then in, until the soft tip of his cock hit the very end of her tube.
Meanwhile, his mother's body began to warm up again as she strained to get a glimpse of his prick between his body and Betty's. Although she'd just had an orgasm, the sexy sight of her son fucking that cute girl made her try for another. When she grabbed her cunt again, it was so tender that she could barely touch it, but she forced herself to ignore the tenderness, and she stuck her fingers back into her still-twitching tube.
Soon, Sue was squatting on the floor and rocking with the motion of her fingers plunging up her snatch. On the couch, the two kids were beginning to grunt and groan, and Bobby's ass was rising and falling with tremendous speed.
Sue moved her arm with frantic speed, trying to finger-fuck a second orgasm into herself while the kids were in the grip of their ecstasy. But, for a woman her age, two orgasms, self-induced, were just too much.
Sue staggered into the kitchen and kept fingering herself, but the fun of seeing her son fucking was gone, and there was nothing but an ordinary climax waiting for her.
Then she had an idea. She had an idea. She went to the back door and opened it and closed it again. Forcing herself to speak normally, she called out, "I'm home."
She could hear the flurry of the spent fuckers scrambling into their clothes. Sue hated to interrupt, but she was so desperate. There was no need to throw the girl out, Sue knew, but she figured Bobby would feel guilty, and shove her out the front door as soon as she was dressed.
"Is anyone here?" she called from the kitchen.
She began to put the groceries away, and she opened and closed the refrigerator a few times so Bobby would know he had a few minutes to get straightened out. She heard the front door open and close, and then she knew that she had the boy alone.
As she walked into the living room, her cunt began to feel like there was another orgasm waiting there after all, but it would take her son's prick rather than her fingers to make it blossom. Bobby was heading toward the kitchen and they almost collided.
Sue immediately threw her arms around her boy and smothered him with a starving kiss. She felt his cock straining in his pants as his body reacted to hers.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Beth drove up, she noticed a boy standing in the bushes near the side window. Something told her not to pull into the driveway, so she parked in the street and walked slowly up to the house. She saw that the boy was staring through the window and trying to keep out of sight himself.
As she got closer, she noticed that he was rubbing a lump in the front of his pants. Beth's cunt began to moisten as she watched the boy watching something in the house. She could imagine what was going on in there; Sue had told her about her fucking her sons. But Beth hadn't been Sue's boys in years, and she didn't know if that boy was one of them.
The boy was too interested in what he was watching to pay attention to what was going on behind him. Beth got close enough to look over his shoulder.
She could just make out some feet on the couch. Then she realized that they belonged to two naked people and they were writhing around sensuously.
She wasn't surprised, but she was thrilled.
"Hello," she whispered to the boy.
Ron jumped and spun around. He looked at Beth with a white ghost's face. She hated to scare him like that, but there didn't seem to be any better way for her to get in on the peeping.
"I'm a friend of Sue's," she said. "Are you one of her boys?"
Ron began to climb out of the tangled bush he'd been standing in, but Beth stopped him.
"No, don't get out. Let me get in there with you. I'd like to peek, too."
She made her way to the window. When she was against the side of the house, she got a great view. Sue and a young boy were groping at each other on the couch. The boy had his hands full of tit, and Sue was reaching around to the boy's ass and running her fingers up and down his crack.
"M-m-m-m," Beth hummed. "That looks like fun."
Ron took his eyes from the view on the couch long enough to give Beth a quizzical look. He didn't know who this woman was, but she seemed okay. And she was almost as sexy as his mother. Beth moved closer to the boy as they watched.
"That mother of yours is some chick, huh?" Beth said. "Is that your brother?"
Ron didn't know if he should say anything. His mother told them not to talk about their arrangement.
"That's okay," Beth said. "She told me she was fucking you guys. As a matter of fact, I suggested she do it."
Ron gave the woman another look. His mother hadn't mentioned this woman.
"My name's Beth. Can I suck you off?"
Ron looked at Beth with surprised passion on his face, then he looked around. It was getting dark out, and in the bushes they were pretty well hidden. It would be great to get a blow job while watching, he thought. But before he could say anything, Beth had dropped to her knees among the foliage and had put her hand on the prick that was making the pulsing lump in his jeans.
When Ron had walked up the drive and noticed what was going on, he wanted to run in and join the fun, but then he thought it might be even more fun to watch and jerk off. Since he started fucking his mother, he hadn't jerked off once, and he was missing the old habit. But now, he was willing to put off his jerking for the favors of this chick's mouth.
Now, as he watched his brother scoop one of his mother's tits into his mouth, he felt Beth pull down his zipper and tug out his prick. When he felt his cock slide into the watery heat of the chick's mouth, the sight on the couch seemed even more exciting. Beth was proving herself to be every bit as good at cocksucking as his mother was. She reached under his balls and tickled him near the asshole. Ron began shaking, making the bushes they were hiding in shake along with him. Beth seemed to suck cock with a slower, more leisurely technique than his mother, and the difference was a nice change.
Now, Bobby had moved down his mother's body until his face was in the wedge of her thighs. Ron had never seen his mother from such a long distance while she had her cunt sucked, usually he was right there with her, and he liked the view. He could see his brother's head bobbing and his mother's body gyrating with the same rhythm. They were both gradually speeding up.
By the time his mother was shaking in genuine ecstasy, Ron was ready to shoot his load into Beth's mouth. His forehead hit the window as he reeled in passion, but the two on the couch didn't notice; they were too busy with their own pleasure.
As sounds of his mother's wanton moans came through the glass, Ron's gism was bursting into Beth's mouth. She swallowed as fast as he shot, and she was soon cleaning his prick with her twirling tongue. Ron was finding that there was more to sex than fucking his mother.
Beth stood beside the boy and looked into the window just in time to see Bobby give his mother the finishing touches on his cunt-lapping.
"Should we go in?" Beth asked.
Ron just nodded. His face was red now, and he was still breathing hard. He was putting his prick away.
"Should we tell them we were watching?" Beth asked the boy.
"No, let's not," Ron said. "We'll just walk in on them."
When Sue and Bobby heard the back door open, they assumed that it was Ron, but they also assumed that he would be alone. So when Beth walked into the room, they were both surprised.
"Beth," Sue yelled and ran over to her friend.
Bobby was surprised to see his mother running naked to the woman and throwing her arms around her. He felt a little funny lying there with his prick hard, but it seemed all right.
"Your son and I ran into each other outside," Beth said.
Sue introduced the woman to both her sons.
"You're just in time," Sue said. "Would the two of you like to join us?"
"Sure," Beth said and began to undress.
Bobby's and Ron's eyes widened as they watched Beth strip. They drank in the sight of Beth's big, round tits and her lovely round ass. When she was nude, Beth went to the couch and sat next to Bobby. She put her arm around the boy, and he reached for her tits and began massaging them.
With his mother's help, Ron got undressed too.
Then they got on the couch with Beth and Bobby. The four of them kissed and grabbed at each other until they were a big pile of writhing flesh. While she tongue-wrestled with Bobby, Beth reached for Ron's prick. She played with that prick that she'd recently sucked.
Sue was kissing Ron and holding Bobby's prick. Bobby was wild with lust after all the excitement of eating his mother, then having a new chick walk in, and he was dying to get his prick into that newcomer's cunt. As they kissed, Bobby pushed Beth down into a fucking position on the couch. The others had to make room for them, but they didn't get off the couch. Ron sat with Beth's head on his lap, and Sue sat on the other end, where she would have a good view of the fuckers' crotches.
Bobby got between Beth's legs and brought his prick to her crotch. Sue watched her son's prick disappear into her friend's cunt. His balls bounced against her ass as he pumped. Beth turned her face toward Ron's body and he put his prick within sucking distance so that while his brother fucked her, she could suck him again.
Bobby loved the feeling of this new cunt wrapped around his pecker. Beth had strong cunt muscles and she was gripping his prick with every plunge. Sue rested her hands on Bobby's balls, holding them gently as they moved back and forth with his pumping.
This was the greatest fucking he'd ever had, Bobby thought, as his mother pressed a finger into his thrusting ass. He could watch Beth sucking his brother's cock as he filled her quim with his hard meat. It wasn't long before he was filling that pussy with his hot cream.
Beth was moaning in heat, and her mouth couldn't keep its grip on Ron's prick. But that was okay since she'd just sucked him off outside. Bobby kept his hips pumping even after he came because he could see that Beth was in mid-climax. Ron and Bobby both watched Beth's face as she contorted her features and moaned wildly.
When Bobby stopped pumping, the chick was able to continue sucking Ron's cock. Sue was still peering into Beth's and Bobby's crotches, and her mind was cooking up new delights.
Sue began crawling into the space between the spent fuckers' legs. Bobby's prick was still lying in Beth's pussy, and the whole area was a sweet mess of oozing cunt-juice and gism. Sue's mouth was watering as she went after that treasure. Her head became wedged in the jungle of thighs, but she kept struggling onward.
By lifting one of Bobby's thighs and swiveling him around, she was able to get within licking distance of their crotches. Bobby's balls were the easiest to reach, sp she started there, but his wet pole leading into Beth's snatch was where the flavor was. The fuckers knew what she was after and they tried to make it easy for her. Before long, Sue was licking the funky mixture of gism and love cream from the base of her son's prick.
As her head tried to maneuver closer, Bobby's prick was pushed out of Beth's snatch. The boy figured that was just as well. Now his mother would be able to really clean his prick. But to his surprise, it wasn't his prick that Sue pursued. With Beth's cunt empty and still stretched, Bobby watched his mother put her mouth to that swampy lake.
Ron was amazed and thrilled to see his mother stick her face into this woman's twat. Beth had almost brought him off for the second time, but now watching his mother suck his brother's gism from her cunt distracted him.
Sue really stuck her face into that gash, the boys could see. Her nose was pressed into the flesh around Beth's clit, and her jaw was working between the woman's asscheeks. They could imagine how far up her tunnel she had her tongue.
The sound of hungry sucking and slurping came from the mouth buried in Beth's cunt. Beth spread as wide as she could so Sue could reach even higher up her drooling cave. As Sue's head swiveled around, Beth began writhing in appreciation.
For two kids who had been virgins until a few weeks before, the sight of their mother sucking this chick's cunt was a knockout. Especially for Ron, the whole thing was incredible as Beth gave him a second orgasm by way of a well-trained mouth. As his prick began spouting, it slipped from the woman's mouth, sending missiles of white goo up into the air to come down on her face.
Beth, in her lust, wiped the gism from her face with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean. That was a kinky sight, but in light of Sue drinking boy-juice right from Beth's cunt, it paled by comparison.
Bobby was stiff again. He climbed on top of his mother's ass, wet her asshole with her cunt cream, and stuck his prick into the tight ring. Ron kept watching the work his mother was doing to Beth's twat, until she lifted her face from it. Then he plugged in for his third creaming.
Through the evening, the four of them traded partners, ganged up on one another and even jerked off for the entertainment of the others.
Every time the boys thought they had seen everything, one of them would have a new idea. By the time they quit, they all knew that they would never see the end of the possibilities. As long as there was a bit of lust and a fertile imagination, there would always be one more new thrill.
