First time for Mom

CHAPTER ONE

My cunt… Eric's cock.

My pussy… Marty's prick.

Joan Lorman writhed on her bed, seeing the images of those two cocks behind her closed eyes. Her cunt was throbbing wildly, pulsating with a desperate need.

There was nothing special about those particular cocks, not really. They were average pricks in size and length. Eric's cock and Marty's cock were the same size as many boys.

No, there was nothing exceptional about those two pricks, except that Marty and Eric were her sons.

That made them exceptional.

That made her want them.

That made her cunt burn with desire for them.

Joan was honest with herself, and she had very little inhibitions to interfere with what she wanted. She was a sexy, lovely woman, very attractive, and she had a very hot cunt. She had always had a hot cunt. She often thought she had been born with a hot cunt. One of her fondest dreams had been of being kidnapped by a prince, being taken to his castle where she was installed in luxury. That luxury included being the playmate of the prince, being subjected to all manner of delicious, erotic things.

Some of her daydreams became so erotic they would have been impossible, but they were certainly a lot of fun to dream about.

As a small girl, Joan loved to sneak behind thick bushes with some little boy and play house, or pretend he was a doctor and she the patient. He would examine her, then the roles changed and she would examine him. She loved to watch his cock become hard as she examined it. It would make her little pussy throb. Once, she attempted to insert the cock into her cunt, but the experiment had been unsuccessful.

Then one day an incident happened that she would remember all her life. Any other girl, perhaps, would have been terrified by it, but not Joan.

Joan had loved it.

Her interesting erotic sex was intense even then, and when it happened, it increased her erotic curiosity.

She had been walking home from school, her books clutched against her chest. She had taken a short cut across a small field, kicking at rusted cans and pebbles, her mind on the little boy who lived next door. They had made plans to meet that afternoon in the old shed, where another attempt at getting his cock into her cunt was to be made.

So intent was her mind on what would soon be happening, she did not see the older boy in the field. She almost stumbled into him. The boy had been on his knees, concealed from the houses by the tall weeds and grass. His pants were at his knees, and he had been jacking off furiously.

Joan stopped abruptly, a few feet from him. Even to this day she could not remember what the boy looked like. All she recalled now was that he was older. This fact was impressed upon her because of the thick hair at the base of his cock and the hairiness of his balls. For all Joan knew, he might have been a man.

She was so fascinated to see this cock, she never lifted her gaze to his face. His prick was very long and thick and so hard, with a smooth head and large piss hole. In her wildest dreams she had not imagined a cock so huge. The boy was not startled by her sudden appearance, and she wondered if he knew she would be taking that route home.

The boy called her honey and asked her to hold his cock. His large prick felt strange in her hand; hard, hot… and it made her shiver in a delicious way. The boy showed her how to jack him off, and she was most entranced by the way fuck juice dripped from that piss hole! She had never seen any of the little boys do that. All she had seen come from those piss holes was piss. This liquid was slippery and a little sticky on her fingers, and she liked how it felt.

She fondled his balls at his directions and found that exciting, too. She gazed upon his cock with her hot, excited eyes, and, when the boy wanted to look at her cunt, Joan had her dress up swiftly and had her white panties about her knees.

Then the boy did something that really surprised her.

He licked his tongue up and down her tender young cunt.

The wetness of his tongue was like scalding water against her sensitive little pussy. He twirled his tongue about her tiny swollen clit, and Joan experienced an intense orgasm.

After he had licked her clit the boy wanted her to kiss his cock. Joan was more than willing, actually eager, and she went down on her knees before him, her lips pursed. She kissed his cock with her sweet lips, and the dripping fuck juice smeared them. The liquid seemed to scar her lips, made them tingle. Without being asked. Joan kissed the tip of his swollen cock once again. Since she kissed his prick this time without directions, the boy became courageous and wanted Joan to take his cock into her sweet little mouth.

"Eat my peter," he said.

Joan giggled, telling him she couldn't eat it. She told him it would hurt. But the boy explained it to her, and Joan thought it was a wonderful idea.

When the boy placed the smooth head of his cock between her lips, Joan's mind reeled with ecstasy. Her lips, although stretched to the limits, burned and tingled hotly. The fuck liquid seeping from his piss hole coated her tongue, and the taste was so good that her small body trembled. She placed her hands on his hips to brace herself, wondering if she could take more of his cock into her mouth. The answer came to her by way of the boy shoving his cock deeper. Then her mouth was stuffed and she could take no more. Her lips had never been stretched so far. Not even by those large popsicles she sometimes bought. The big difference to Joan between the popsicles and this cock was that the cock tasted so much better!

She held the boy's cock between her lips for a while, her mouth filling with the oozing sweetness. Finally, she had to swallow. Her eyes rolled back with erotic delight, and the boy held her face in his hands, gently fucking his hard cock back and forth in her wet, hot mouth.

Joan was not sure if she experienced an orgasm during the time she sucked the boy. All her sensations centered in and around her mouth, her lips, her tongue. The hotness of that cock in her mouth, the lovely hardness, the powerful way his prick throbbed, was enough sensation for her young body and mind at that time.

The boy, she remembered with fondness, had been very careful with her, fucking his cock into her mouth only so far, never choking her or becoming so excited he harmed her in any way.

As she lay in her bed, thinking of that long ago day, she found her cunt becoming hotter and so much wetter. As she allowed her mind to recall it, she idly fondled her hairy cunt, rubbing at her distended clit with one hand and toying with her rubbery nipples in the other.

It had seemed to her, that first time, that his cock had been inside her mouth for a long time. But she knew better now, of course. But as a small girl on her knees with her lips wrapped about a cock, it had seemed hours – but delicious hours. She remembered how her knees had been scraped on the wild grass, but she had felt no pain until later.

Working a finger into her steamy cunt and fucking it in and out, she mewled softly with remembered pleasure.

The boy held her cheeks almost tenderly and fucked his cock back and forth slowly. She had gazed with huge, excited eyes at his lower stomach, seeing all that wiry hair curling at the base of his cock. She had been afraid to dig her fingers into his hips, although she had wanted to. She did, however, move the fingers of one hand to that thick bush of hair and felt it as he gently fucked her sweet mouth.

She had heard the boy gasping above her, but he still remained gentle with her. When he came off, Joan had been startled and attempted to pull her lips away, but he held her in place, gushing thick come juice into her mouth. Joan had been surprised, thinking he was pissing in her mouth. She had not swallowed because of her surprise, and thick, creamy come juice slipped past her stretched lips and dripped onto her chin. After the boy came, he removed his cock from her mouth. The taste of his come juice was all over her tongue, and Joan, to her delight, found it delicious, very thick and hot, and very sweet.

The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth for the rest of the afternoon, and her lips continued to tingle as when his cock had been between them. She had been unable to get it out of her mind, and her little cunt was in a turmoil, bubbling and quivering.

When she met her little friend in the shed, she had told him about it, although she was secretive enough to say nothing of when or where it happened. She wanted to take the boy's cock into her mouth, and at first he was reluctant. But Joan was determined. When she had his prick between her lips, it didn't feel the same, but was still good. This cock didn't stretch her lips the way that huge one had. But she could get all of this cock into her mouth, right down to the base, and she had sucked for a long time while the excited boy squirmed and danced with surprise and pleasure.

Joan drew her knees up to her tits as she lay on her back in bed, an expression of pleasure on her beautiful face as she recalled those incidents of her childhood. She ran a hand down the back of her thigh and over the smooth, creamy cheek of her ass, then probed at her tight, slippery cunt with her fingers once more.

She saw the boy in the field one time after that, but it had been different. He wanted his cock inside her mouth again, but he did not come off there this time. Instead he asked her to remove her panties, which Joan eagerly did. He then had her recline back on the tall grass and spread her legs. The boy had spent a long time looking at and feeling her cute pussy, her slim thighs, the cheeks of her tightly rounded ass. As his tongue slipped past the tight wet rings of her cunt, she had squealed with the exquisite sensations that ripped through her young body. It had been her second orgasm, and Joan found this feeling so good that she wanted it to happen time and again. So the boy had thrust his tongue back into her sugary cunt and fucked her with it, making Joan come again. She had wiggled her tight little ass about on the grass in wild pleasure, churning her cunt into his mouth and tossing her head about as she clawed at the grass.

After she came a second time, the boy's cock had become very, very hard, and she had wanted to take his prick back into her mouth. But the boy showed her something else that was exciting. He had moved on top of her without placing his weight upon her smaller body. Telling her to close her thighs together, he inserted his throbbing cock between them and began to fuck up and down. The hardness of his cock brushing at the hot inner thighs, scraping against the puffy sensitive lips of her cunt caused Joan to come again. With her tight thighs holding his cock, because of the way she squirmed and twisted, the boy soon came off, too. The thick, creamy come juice spurted between her pressing thighs, but most of his come juice splashed upon the lips of her sugar-like cunt, and it seemed to sear her flesh and caused a final orgasm to rumble through her body.

Joan never saw the boy again after that.

She initiated other boys, though, into the delicious things she had learned. Her only disappointment was that those boys were unable to splatter her cunt or mouth with come juice. Tiring of this, wanting to feel slippery come juice on her flesh, she sought out older boys. But she found that to be a problem. Most of them knew girls of their own age, girls they could fuck, and they wanted nothing to do with someone so young.

So Joan looked at her father.

It had been easy far her to seduce him. As she remembered it he had been quite willing when she sat on his lap and twisted her little ass about until she felt his cock swell into hardness.

She could not remember where her mother had been that night, although she was sure her mother was out of the house.

She had played with her father's cock, giggling and laughing with him in a deliciously naughty way. When she placed her lips about the huge, swollen head of her father's cock, he was surprised, but made no attempt to stop her. She thought her father would fuck her in the mouth as the boy had done, but when he remained still, she began to move her lips up and down the smooth prick instinctively. Her tongue fluttered all about the wide piss hole, and she learned at this time how to swallow without pulling from a cock.

As she sucked on her father's cock, he caressed her hair and face, watching down his body, a smile of pleasure on his face. Joan could take half of his big cock into her mouth, but no more. Her lips were stretched even more than with the boy in the field.

As her father approached discharge, he attempted to pull his daughter's face away, but Joan clung to his cock with tight, hot, desperate lips, refusing to release it. Her huge eyes burned with wicked, eager pleasure as his cock unleashed a flood of thick, creamy, sweet come juice. Her tongue lapped furiously about his spewing piss hole as she drew her lips up and down, finally holding them about his piss hole and sucking as she would through a straw. The thick globs of come juice splashed into her mouth, filling it, making her mind soar with ecstasy. Since she had only his piss hole between her lips and her tongue lapping against that, she managed to swallow her father's come juice easily. Her throat had burned, but it wasn't a painful burn. It was a burn of intense sweetness, excitement, and of a growing desire to have more of that delicious stuff flowing into her throat.

Joan now recalled that particular day as the day she had become an avid cock sucker.

From that time on, she and her father found every opportunity to be alone together. Usually she would suck his cock off, and she found out from him that her mother refused to suck his cock. However, he seemed inclined to sucking cunt, too, and would spend long minutes with his face buried between the hot, creamy thighs of his daughter, lapping and sucking her tender cunt, making Joan come and come with squealing, thrashing, churning ecstasy.

Soon, Joan was providing her father with all his sexual needs. Joan was an only child, and her mother always seemed to have something going, some function, some project that kept her out of the house. So Joan and her father were alone a great deal. It worked out perfectly for Joan and probably her father as well. She no longer had any interest in boys her age with their cocks that failed to gush. She devoured her father's cock constantly, draining his come juice from his hairy balls until he would fall back, exhausted but happy.

And finally her father fucked her.

Joan had a few hairs about her sugary cunt by this time, and there was the promise of having a luxurious, very thick, bush of cunt hair as she grew older. He was delighted with the sparse cunt hair, and would pull at it with his teeth and lips, making Joan giggle and arch her tender sweet cunt against his mouth, pleading with him to stop teasing her and to fuck her with his tongue.

As the boy in the field had done, her father fucked Joan first between her thighs, making her come at the same time he gushed. Once, he jacked off with the head of his cock pressing upon her knotted clit, and, as the hot come juice spurted upon her cunt, Joan came in powerful waves of ecstasy.

It happened when he had been sliding his cock along her pussy. Joan, intensely excited, was arching her crotch up and trying to get more pressure upon her steamy, bubbling cunt.

The head of his cock slipped quickly between the tight lips of her cunt, and Joan yelped. The sound was not one of pain, but of surprised ecstasy. Her fingers, and the fingers of her father, had long since destroyed any possibility of pain.

Joan remembered that first fuck with erotic delight.

At first, her father wanted to pull his cock free, but Joan lifted her crotch up, the tightness of her hot cunt lips clasping him. She screamed at her father to leave his cock inside her, to fuck her. She wrapped her long, slim legs about his, her arms holding him tightly. She held him so he couldn't get away.

Once he understood Joan was not in any pain, that she wanted to be fucked, he fucked her gloriously. Joan loved the sweet-sensation of his hard cock fucking in and out of her cunt, going deep and spreading those hot cunt lips until she was clutched in the heat of multiple orgasms – orgasms that shattered her young body with ecstasy. As he fucked her, Joan lost count of the times she came, but when the fuck was over, her cunt was drenched with come juice, inside and out. Her naked little body shuddered for ten minutes after he removed his cock, her flesh glowing and her eyes shining with pleasure.

Although her father was partial to having his cock sucked off and liked to lick her tasty, sugary cunt, they fucked often, too. He enjoyed the hot tightness of his daughter's sugary pussy clinging to his hard prick, telling Joan her cunt was almost like her mouth. He told her that she had a hot little pussy that nibbled and sucked on his cock almost in the same way her mouth and tongue did. He had called her cunt, much to her amusement, a snapping pussy.

Joan did not know what caused this unusual ability, but she didn't question it. All she knew was that she seemed to have been blessed with a cunt that men liked, a cunt that would gnaw and suck on a cock by its own volition, without any effort from her. It was automatic, and every time a cock entered her cunt, her pussy began to perform that feat without conscious thought from her. Joan was aware that her cunt was doing it, but it was totally involuntary on her part.

She remembered all that as she lay on her bed, her feet now drawn underneath so she could arch her hairy cunt high, her knees spread wide. The wall opposite her bed was almost a solid mirror, and she watched her hair-lined pussy as she moved a finger about her inflamed clit.

It was a hungry cunt, a greedy cunt, a cunt that demanded fucking by a tongue or cock. It was a cunt that loved hard cock more than anything in the world, and her pussy never seemed to get enough.

Watching her reflected cunt in the mirrored wall, her knees very wide, seeing the cheeks of her creamy, rounded, tight ass clench, she fucked her finger in and out, making herself come in a series of explosive orgasms.

As she produced these exquisite ripples of delight, she let her mind return to the present, and to the cocks of Eric and Marty, her two sons…