First time for Mom

CHAPTER TWO

It was a beautiful, warm summer day, and Joan was going to get some cock.

She had not had a nice hard cock inside her cunt for over three months, and she wanted one desperately. She had gone the usual route of the divorcee – found a decent cocktail lounge, allowed herself to be picked up by some man, got fucked in some dingy motel room that made her feel like some five-dollar whore, then forgot the guy.

Those quick fucks were okay as far as they went. Most of them were satisfying enough, from a physical standpoint, but Joan wanted a great deal more than one-night stands. She required a closeness she had not found in any of those men, an emotional closeness. Without that, fucking was not nearly as good. But Joan did not want to become so emotionally involved with a man that it would lead to marriage.

She was quite content and happy enough to be alone with her two boys, Eric and Marty.

Both her boys were caring of her, showing their affection in many ways. They, unlike most boys of those ages, would find and bring her wild flowers as they came home from school. They were not wild boys, causing her no trouble at all. She was very proud of them, and rightly so.

The boys were one year apart in age, and Eric, the oldest, was doing his best to cultivate a few hairs on his upper lip. Marty was almost beside himself with envy because he had not a single hair he could point to.

The boys seldom squabbled among themselves as most brothers do. They even helped her about the house. Most boys thought wash big dishes was a girl's job, but not her Eric and Marty. They often surprised her by cleaning the whole house as she slept late.

Somehow, a sixth sense told her she would have no difficulty in seducing either of her sons. It was nothing she could place a finger on, but was just a feeling, a hunch. There had been a few times when she was certain they had tried to peek under her dress. She knew, however, that they had been looking at her body in the way boys did when they wanted some pussy from a woman. She had, too, seen the sweet lumps inside their jeans when they had hard-ons. She suspected they were jacking off, either alone or together. With her knowledge, she knew boys did those things when erotic desires began to bubble hotly in those young balls.

She had gone through it.

She knew…

Boys, like girls, were very curious. She, even though older and a mother, was still as curious as she had been at their age.

It did not require much courage for Joan to select and seduce. It did not require a great deal of intelligence to know she could easily seduce Eric and Marty. Although she was not really an aggressive woman, she could take matters into hand when necessary. She could, when called upon, be the aggressor, the instigator, the teacher.

And it was called for now, she felt.

The boys would never make a pass unless she let them know she was willing.

Eric was not home, but Marty was.

So her youngest son was selected first.

"Marty," she called from the kitchen, "please come and give me a hand, honey."

He came in, and she told him to brace the high stool as she wiped the top of the cupboard down. When her son was holding the stool, Joan climbed up, making sure her dress came up to reveal her creamy thighs. Standing on the very top of the stool she went up on tiptoe, pretending to wipe at the shelves. Her skirt moved past her knees, and she glanced down to see if her son was peeking.

He was.

Oh, how he was, she thought with a rush of pleasure.

Marty's head came to the bottom of his mother's skirt, and he was looking up underneath it. Joan saw the hot gleam in his dark eyes and recognized the desire there.

Marty was looking hotly under his mother's dress, seeing her long, tantalizing thighs, her lacy panties. The panties were bikini, sheer with frilly lace all about them. The dark shadow of her cunt hair could be seen easily past the sheer material. The sight was giving Marty a powerful hard-on.

"Oh, hold my legs, honey!" Joan said, pretending to shake. "Don't let me fall."

His hands gripped his mother's knees, and he kept his gaze turned up under her dress. Joan lifted a foot, bending at the knee and pretending to reach higher. She swung her uplifted foot wide, and Marty stared directly into the lovely crotch of his mother.

That was enough to excite him, she thought. Placing her foot back on the stool, she said, softly, "Help me down, baby, don't let me fall."

Marty's hands slid along his mother's thighs as she squatted on the stool, preparing to slide her feet off. His hands touched the lacy panties, and Joan gave a husky laugh but said nothing. She slipped her feet from the stool, and his hands failed to move. She felt the back of her skirt catch on the stool so that when she was on her feet the dress was caught at her hips, her long, beautiful thighs exposed. She placed her hands on Marty's shoulders as he pulled his hands from her hips.

Looking down into his face, she said very softly, "You got yourself an eyeful that time, didn't you, darling?"

"Yeah!" Marty said, grinning, not at all embarrassed. "I sure did, Mom."

She kissed his cheek quickly. "You little shit," she whispered affectionately. "Peeking up mother's skirt that way."

"You didn't mind," he said.

"That's right, I didn't care," Joan laughed, the sound throaty. "I'll even let you see more."

With that, she pulled her dress to her waist and leaned against the stool.

"Look all you want, honey," she whispered in a thick voice, her eyes hot as she looked to the straining front of his pants. "Take a very good look at me."

Marty gazed down at his mother, seeing those tight panties. Suddenly, Joan cupped his cock.

"Fair is fair," she laughed, pressing against his prick. "You see me… I get to see you."

"But I haven't seen anything, Mom," he protested. "Just those silly old panties, that's all."

"I can fix that easily enough," she said. Joan hooked a thumb into the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and shoved them downward. "Now take a peek."

Marty's eyes rolled as he stared, seeing the thick curls of her pussy. Joan felt his cock jerk against her hand, and she fumbled with the zipper.

"Like I said, honey… fair is fair, so I get to see you, too…"

Marty was trembling with excitement as his mother slipped her hand into his pants and pulled his throbbing hard-on free. Looking down at his prick, Joan gasped with desire. "Oooo, honey, that is so beautiful!"

Joan closed her eager fingers around her son's cock, squeezing tightly, making him moan with delight, feeling his prick throb in her fist. She began to work her fist back and forth, pumping Marty's cock slowly, her eyes hot, soft hisses coming from her mouth.

"Ohh, baby, you're so hard!" she cooed. "Touch me, too, Marty! You can feel me up, honey. Play with me, too!"

Eagerly, his hand went into her panties and through that thick bush of cunt hair. Joan spread her thighs when Marty pressed his hand between them, cupping her burning cunt. She wiggled her ass when Marty slipped his finger into her cunt.

But she wanted his cock in her pussy.

"Oh, darling," she whimpered softly, passionately pumping on his prick swiftly. "I want this in me! Ooo, I've got to have this inside me, baby!"

Joan stood with her long, slim thighs spread wide, her pelvis arched forward, drawing her son's cock closer to her boiling cunt. He was short enough for her to rub that swollen, smooth cock head along the steamy, hairy cunt lips and along her inflamed clit. With her panties stretched now about her knees, she bent a bit, and pulled her son's cock between the lips of her searing cunt.

"Oooo, nice, so nice!" she gurgled as the hot, wet, puffy lips of her hairy cunt closed about the head of his cock. "Put it all the way in me, Marty! Oh, I want all of this inside me, darling!"

Marty was holding her hips now, his fingers digging into the firm flesh eagerly, lunging his cock forward. Joan gave a yelp of ecstasy as the full, thick length of her son's cock fucked deeply into her burning cunt. She clutched at Marty's hips, then began to push and pull at them, making her son's cock fuck back and forth. The position was not the best, but Joan was in a hurry now.

With her cunt boiling hungrily, she held his hips still, and began to pump her ass back and forth, fucking her son. Marty was mindlessly excited, feeling his mother's scalding cunt holding his throbbing cock, riding back and forth on his prick. He began gasping and moaning with delight, his voice louder than hers. Joan fucked her son with gasping pleasure, trying to look between their bodies, wanting to see his young cock fucking her hairy cunt. She couldn't see much of anything, but she could feel each throb of his cock with the tight, sensitive lips of her cunt. Joan almost immediately began to come, her cunt gnawing and sucking and squeezing on her son's cock.

Mewling in a thick voice, Joan closed her eyes to the ecstasy of fucking her son, to the throbbing waves of orgasms that rippled through her. Somewhere through the roaring pleasure, she heard the tearing sound of her panties, but she didn't care. What she cared about was the throbbing hardness of her son's cock, her cunt sliding back and forth, the shuddering waves of orgasms that shot through her like liquid fire. Marty was grunting now, and she opened her eyes. She saw his face through a film of misty pleasure. His features were contorted as if he was trying to keep from coming inside her cunt, but she had no intention of losing his precious come juice.

"Do it, Marty!" she urged in a hot voice, her hands closing into the bunching checks of his ass. "Don't hold back! Let it go, baby! Oooo, come in me! Come inside me, Marty!"

She felt his hands clawing at her hips. She could feel the powerful throbbing of his cock as her clutching pussy moved frantically, devouring his prick. He was going to come, she knew. She gripped each cheek of her son's ass, slamming her cunt hard against him, holding his cock deep inside with the powerful muscles of her pussy.

Marty's cock squirted.

Joan felt his thick come juice as it splashed against the velvety walls of her churning cunt. She gave a yelp of delight and began to grind in a frenzy against him, Joan's cunt drained her son's cock, sucking and nibbling until Marty was shaking, his legs very weak.

Slowly and gently, Joan pulled her hairy cunt from her son's prick. She gazed down, seeing the glistening beauty of his cock. She cradled his cock and balls in her hand. "That was just getting good, Marty. Want to do it again?"

"Oh, yes, Mom!"

"Then come with me," she said, turning him loose and taking his hand instead. With her panties, now shredded, still dangling at her knees, she pulled her son into her bedroom.

Marty, of course, had been inside his mother's bedroom many times. Now, however, there was a difference. He saw his reflection in the mirror, his cock and balls dangling from his pants. Joan watched her son, amused, as he looked at himself.

"Now you know the reason for the mirrors, don't you?"

"The reason?" he asked.

"So we can watch," she replied. "Wouldn't you like to watch while we do it?"

A grin split his young face as understanding came to him. "Hey, that's great, Mom!"

"I thought you'd like that," she laughed sensuously. She pulled her torn panties from her knees, tossing them over the pillows of the bed. "Those panties are no good now, I suppose."

She saw that his cock was beautifully hard again. That pleased her. She stood next to her son, taking his cock in her fist and jacking on his prick, both of than looking at their reflections in the mirror.

"Marty, you don't feel bad about this, do you?" she asked. "I don't want you to be ashamed, honey."

"Gosh, Mom," he groaned, "I love it!"

She squeezed his cock. "Good! Because I love it, too! And right now, you climb on the bed. But take your pants down first; I like it better when skin is against skin."

She watched him as he eagerly dropped his pants. His cock stood out so hard, his balls loose beneath the base. There was a little dark hair at the base of his cock, but his balls were hairless.

"That's cute," she murmured softly, her voice husky. "That is very cute, honey."

He turned to climb on the bed, and she stood watching, her hot eyes gazing over the tightness of his young ass cheeks until he was on the bed, his cock pointing toward the ceiling.

She pulled her dress up to her thighs, then climbed onto the bed with him. She straddled her son's thighs, then lifted her dress to her waist, exposing her hair-rimmed cunt. On her knees, she inched upward until her cunt hovered above the smooth head of her son's cock. With both hands, she parted the thick cunt hair, and she watched his eyes blaze with interest as he stared at her wet pink cunt.

"You just lie there and let mother do it all, baby," she said hoarsely. "You just let mother do it for you. Watch in the mirror, Marty! You look in the mirror and see mother fuck you!"

"Fuck… fuck me!" her son gasped.

"Oh, baby, of course… fuck!" she laughed deliciously. "That's what we're going to do, fuck! So you just watch us in the mirror… fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Marty laughed with youthful delight. "Fuck me, Mom!"

Joan reached down and grasped his cock. She ran the swollen prick head back and forth across the steamy lips of her cunt, then fitted his cock between them. Taking the smooth head of Marty's cock into her pussy, she slowly settled upon him until the soft curls of her cunt hair mingled with the few wiry hairs at the base of his prick. She sat there for a moment or so, rocking gently. Reaching behind herself, she took her son's balls in her hand and pressed them against the heat of her creamy ass cheeks, laughing lewdly down at him. Finally she spread herself out on top of Marty, her legs sprawling along his, his cock deep inside her fiery cunt.

She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing the creamy swells of her naked ass in the mirror. Marty turned his eyes toward the reflection, watching excitedly. He saw his mother's naked ass cheeks while she began to pump her ass up and down, her hairy, very tight cunt riding on his cock.

"Hold mother's ass, baby!" she mewled as she churned her naked hips about. "Ohhhh, honey, grab my ass in your hands and squeeze it! I love my ass being held and squeezed when I fuck this way! Grab mother's hot ass, darling!"

Marty's hands dug into the tight smoothness of her naked ass, holding on, his fingers almost in the hot ass crack. Joan turned her head so she could watch, too, and they both gazed with burning eyes while her naked ass thrashed up and down.

"That's beautiful, baby!" she whimpered as her ass plunged, the ass cheeks tightening and bunching. "That's so beautiful… watching us fuck! I love it, Marty! Oooo, I can feel your sweet cock all the way up my cunt! See mother's ass, darling? See how mother's naked ass fucks that cock! Oooo, I love you so much, love your cock up my pussy, Marty!"

Joan's cunt was nibbling again, sucking on her son's hard cock for the second time. She was clutched by a series of burning orgasms as usual. The tightness of her cunt seemed to be even tighter than ever, flexing on Marty's throbbing prick as she pumped up and down. From the waist up, Joan was almost perfectly still, but from there down, her body was a dynamo of intense action.

As her orgasms increased in strength, she began to wail loudly, her ass pounding furiously. She raced a hand behind her banging ass and clawed at her son's hairless balls. She pulled them against the cheeks of her ass, trying to shove them into the hot ass crack. Her son was grunting and gasping as he lifted his hips up, fucking his cock as deep as he could into that devouring, steamy pussy. Joan's body was shaking with the intensity of her orgasms, and her mind was reeling with the ecstasy flooding her overheated body. Sparks flew about inside her, setting off explosions of such erotic pleasure that she was afraid she would melt or faint. And Joan didn't want to faint because she would lose the feeling of her son gushing that sweet, precious come juice up her hungry cunt.

Once again she felt his cock ready to burst and her ass pounded in a wild frenzy, gurgles bubbling from her constricted throat. She felt his cock swell morel and the throbbing increased. She twisted at his balls and screamed mindlessly.

"Come, damn it! Come in me, Marty! Ohhh, please, please come in my hot fucking cunt! I want it! I want that sweet come juice squirting up my hot pussy!"

Marty grunted and she felt him become stiff beneath her.

Joan slammed her cunt down hard onto his cock, taking his prick as deep as possible into he squeezing cunt. She held herself there, grinding in, frantic attempt to make his cock gush a stream of come juice.

Again she screamed with ecstasy when she felt his prick spurt. The thick, creamy come juice flooded her greedy cunt, drenching her pussy, sending Joan into a final shattering orgasm. She shook violently against him, her cunt sucking furiously.

She rested on top of her son, both of them panting from the fury of the fuck.

After a while, Joan rolled from him, her legs sprawled wide, her cunt still pulsating from the pleasure rumbling through her. She closed her eyes, relaxing.

She felt the movement of her son and looked at him. He sat next to her, gazing down at her hairy cunt and long, slender thighs, at her flat stomach.

"Like me?" she asked in a soft voice. "Am I pretty?"

"Gosh, yes!" he said with enthusiasm. "You're the prettiest mother in the whole world, Mom!"

She wiggled with delight. "You say that because I let you fuck me, I know."

"No, Mom, it's true," he insisted. "Can I look at you?"

"All you want," she replied.

Marty opened the top of her dress. Her bra snapped open in front, and she lay with her arms outstretched above her head, watching her son as he learned how to unhook it. Her tits came spilling free, and Marty stared at them with something like awe in his young eyes.

Joan's tits stood up proud and firm, rounded and satiny to the touch. Her nipples, a light-brown color, were still very rigid.

"Can I touch them?" he asked.

"You can touch me anywhere you want, honey," she said in a soft voice. "You can do anything you want with me… anything at all."

Marty began fondling his mother's tits, experimenting by pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples. Joan felt the excitement of her son, and it served to make her excited, too, her cunt beginning to throb and pulsate again. But she stayed still and allowed her youngest son to learn, to probe, to feel and know her body, touching her where he wanted. He gazed closely at her cunt, leaning over and peering between her spread thighs. He felt his mother's cunt, examined her clit, and probed into her pussy. He ran his hands about her smooth thighs, through the thick curls of her cunt hair. He leaned down and swirled his tongue about a nipple, then took it into his lips and sucked. Joan's tits tingled with the wet heat of his mouth.

By the time Marty had satisfied his curiosity, his cock was straining hard, and he wanted to fuck her again. The piss hole was slippery, seeping clear thick fluids.

Joan laughed at his eagerness, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her hot thighs about his hips. His cock was moving into her always-ready cunt.

She had been right – Marty had been more than eager to fuck her.

Now, perhaps, Eric…