First time for Mom

CHAPTER FOUR

Joan felt very happy.

She was happy with herself and, in particular, happy with Eric and Marty. They had jumped into this without any qualms, without shame. That pleased her very much. Yet, what pleased her more then anything else was their total lack of inhibitions. They were so curious about the erotic aspects between men and women, there was nothing they would not do.

The past two days told her that. The morning after she had fucked her oldest son, Joan climbed into her tub and bathed, something she did each morning without fail. She luxuriated in the scented bubbles for over half an hour, then dried herself. She chose a delicate scent, dabbing it at strange areas of her body. By the time she finished, she was bubbling with anticipation.

Her boys were so horny!

It was delicious because they were so horny.

And so was she!

Eric and Marty, she knew without a doubt, would poke and prod those beautiful hard cocks into her body… into any hot hole she presented them with.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling to herself, thinking, Holes… that's something I certainly have. I've got holes for them. Her eyes sparkled with ideas.

Holes…

Plural, not singular.

She smiled at her reflection again. Why, you wicked, erotic cunt, she said to herself. You have enough hot fucking holes in your body for those two horny boys and one left over!

It was close to ten in the morning by the time she finished with her body. She had not heard any sounds coming from the house, and she hoped they had not left. Her cunt was again pulsating with greedy desire. She struck a lewd pose before the mirrored wall, her shapely tits arching out, high and firm, nipples succulent, her pelvis thrust forward and one hand on a hip.

"Okay, you hot-assed cunt," she whispered to her reflection, "go get them!"

With her naked ass swinging seductively, Joan left her bedroom and walked down the hall, peeking into the boys' rooms. Each room was empty. She entered the living room, finding Marty there alone.

He was on the phone, and she paused to listen to what he was saying.

She smiled softly as she heard Marty say how tight her cunt was, how wild she wiggled her ass when he had his cock up her twat. She heard her youngest son say that her cunt was always hot for a cock. Hearing him, not knowing who he was talking to, Joan felt her pussy bubble with steamy heat. She almost came when she heard her son saying he was going to fuck her when she got out of bed.

She watched him hang the phone up, then grinned as he turned and saw her standing there naked.

"There isn't any reason to talk about fucking me, baby," she whispered sensuously. "Especially not when I'm standing here and damn well available for it."

Marty's gaze moved over his mother's glowing, satiny body. He licked his lips as he looked from her tits to the thick triangle of cunt hair. Joan struck an inviting pose, jutting her hip and propping her hand there. Her shapely tits swelled out invitingly. Then Joan slowly spread one long, smooth leg, lifting her foot from the floor so she could reveal her hair-rimmed pussy.

Her gaze moved to the front of his pants.

His cock was starting to bulge up, straining. Joan ran her tongue over her lips suggestively, fingering the edges of her cunt hair with a fingertip.

Marty was on the floor, his back against the cushions of the couch. He straightened his legs out, his cock bulging against his pants. Joan began moving toward her son, her hips swaying as she twisted gently at her swollen nipples.

She stood before Marty, legs wide, hips arching forward. Marty gazed at his mother, his head turned back, looking between her creamy thighs. The pinkness of her cunt was moist and slippery looking, the tip of her clit peeking at him. Spreading her feet on each side of her son's legs, Joan began to move slowly, inching her way toward his face. She stood with her cunt hovering a few inches above his face now, her inner thighs against his shoulders. She parted the thick cunt hair with two fingers, placing her other hand on the back of his head.

"Kiss it," she murmured, seeing his eyes glowing. "Kiss mother's cunt, baby."

Marty licked his lips, glanced up at her passionate expression. He placed his hands on her hips, watching as his mother moved that hairy, wet pussy closer to his mouth.

"Kiss it," she said throatily.

Joan pulled her son's face between her thighs, but slowly and gently. She twisted her crotch erotically and finally felt his mouth at her cunt. She gave a soft cry of delight and held his head with both hands, moving her cunt about his mouth. She saw haw the thick hair of her cunt almost concealed his young face. His nose was buried, as were his cheeks, and only his eyes flamed up from her cunt hair. Pressing her hot inner thighs against his face, she moved his head about, smearing his young mouth, chin, and checks with the heat of her wet cunt.

"Kiss it, Marty," she said again, her voice low and husky. "Kiss it for me, please!"

She felt her son's lips part, and then he was kissing her pussy. Joan gurgled with pleasure when his lips grasped the tingling knot of her clit. She wiggled her naked ass, pressing her cunt harder into his face, still holding him by the back of his head.

"Use your tongue!" she cried with passion. "Marty, lick it with your tongue!"

She felt his tongue swipe along the fiery lips of her cunt, and her naked body shivered in ecstasy. She drew his face tighter into her cunt as he licked, and then she squealed as his tongue thrust between the tight, hairy lips.

"Oooo, yes, yes!" she whimpered, grinding her naked ass now. "Use that tongue on mother's cunt, baby! Oh, God! Tongue mother's cunt! Eat it… lick it… OOOO, suck my hot pussy, Marty!"

She felt her son's hands slide up the backs of her shaking thighs, soft yet eager. His hands cupped the cheeks of her bunching ass, holding her, shoving his face harder into her very wet cunt. Although she knew there was no reason to hold his head now, she continued to do so. Her hips would not be still; they moved and slipped and revolved into his face as he licked and sucked noisily. She could feel his tongue plunging into her cunt the way she felt his cock. She was making soft mewling sounds as her son sucked and licked hungrily.

"Tongue fuck… tongue fuck me! Oohhh, fuck my hairy, hot cunt with your sweet, sweet tongue! Lick mother's hot pussy, eat my twat… suck my snatch, Marty!"

Holding his head tightly, she began to grind her cunt into his face mindlessly, already clutched by those delicious orgasms desired above all else. Her tight tits jiggled as she humped her cunt into his face, her nipples swollen, throbbing sweetly. She felt her son dig his fingers into the tight flesh of her rounded ass, as if he were trying to pull her cunt tighter against his devouring mouth. Her knees were bent slightly, yet her silky inner thighs brushed his cheeks. The orgasms grew in strength, and she threw her head back, wailing with ecstasy as his tongue plunged up and down. The orgasms were creating a strong suction with her cunt lips, drawing at Marty's tongue the way her pussy did on a cock.

Finally her naked body shuddered with one long drawn-out orgasm. She remained over her son's face for a while, his lips kissing and his tongue licking in a gentle way now, not frantically plunging into her cunt. Her vision cleared, and she looked down into his glassy eyes, seeing the expressions of his pleasure.

Pulling her clit from his face, she saw that his cheeks and his were smeared with the slippery fluids of her cunt. She squatted quickly, holding his head as she pressed her lips to his cunt-wet mouth, kissing him passionately. Then, to Marty's surprise, his mother began licking at his face, lapping the cunt fluids from him.

"Ooooo, that was beautiful!" she cooed and held him tight against her naked tits; "You're a fantastic cunt licker, baby."

Marty grinned at his mother. "I wanted to taste your pussy the other day, but I wasn't sure if you'd let me, Mom."

"Oh, you darling," she said, gazing into his eyes. "You can do anything with me, don't you know that by now? Anything you want, you can do it with me… both you and Eric."

"Really, Mom?" he asked, excitement in his voice. "You really mean it?"

"You know I mean it."

Still squatting there, she opened his pants, removing his throbbing cock from the fly. Closing her fingers about it, she grinned wickedly. "I want this beautiful cock constantly, this one and your brother's prick. I want them fucking me… everywhere!"

"In the… mouth?" Marty asked, his voice cracking with excitement. "In the mouth, too, Mom?"

She laughed. "Now, where in the world did you hear about that?"

"Guys talk," he said.

"Oh, they do, do they?" She grinned. "Well, girls talk, sometimes. I guess you hear all sorts of wild stories."

Marty's face started to fall.

She pulled him tight against her naked tits, resting her cheek on top of his head as she hugged him. "I didn't mean to tease you, Marty. Of course you can use my mouth, too."

When she let him go, his eyes were shining. "You'd like that, huh?" She grinned at him. "You'd really like to fuck my mouth, wouldn't you?"

He nodded his head.

"I'll make a bargain with you," she said ma low voice. "You let me do what I'd like to do with you right now, and then you can fuck me in my mouth as long as you want. Okay?"

"Okay!" he yelped.

Giggling, Joan pulled her son's pants off. She then had him sit on the couch. She drew his ass to the edge, spreading his legs as she knelt on the floor. She shoved Marty's knees back, causing his crotch to lift. She stared at his cock, standing hard, his balls dangling slightly. The cheeks of his ass parted, and the pucker of his asshole seemed to wink at her. Joan licked her lips, her eyes glazed with wanton desire as she peered at her son's exposed and vulnerable crotch.

Marty was looking past his legs at his mother, his eyes hot, but wondering as to her intentions. She lifted her eyes to his for a moment, then shoved her face into his crotch, kissing hotly and wetly, making soft sobbing sounds of erotic, almost-perverse pleasure.

The feel of her son's balls and hard cock pressing against her face sent ripples of pleasure flowing about her naked flesh. She loved having balls and a hard cock against her face, almost as much as she loved having a prick up her cunt. She twisted her face into his cock and balls, moaning hotly, her tongue lapping everywhere. Joan ran her wet, hot tongue along the insides of her son's thighs, circled it about his balls, then trailed it along the hot, throbbing hardness of his cock to the very tip, where she lapped away the seeping fuck juices at his piss hole.

Going back to his balls, Joan opened her mouth wide and sucked them both inside. She mouthed her son's balls greedily and noisily, her eyes burning, too glassy to see. Marty's balls filled her mouth deliciously. She held his thighs pressed back against his chest, and, releasing his balls, she began to race her tongue about the spreading cheeks of his ass. She lapped at the hot inner area, circling in a teasing manner at his tight asshole. Drawing back, she gazed at him, thrilled to see him so vulnerable this way, his cock and balls and that tight puckered asshole so close to her face. She ran her tongue over her lips, then, with a sob, shoved her face tightly against her son's ass. She ovaled her lips pursing them, and kissed his asshole loudly. Her tongue darted forth, and she began to lick in a frenzy at the tight heat of Marty's asshole. Her tongue swirled and lapped, probed and thrust against the sensitive asshole, her nose buried in his hairless balls.

Applying pressure, Joan shoved her tongue into Marty's asshole, past the tight ring. Her son groaned, but he lifted his ass to her face. With her lips tight about his asshole, Joan began to tongue fuck Marty in the ass. Her cunt began to burn again, soft orgasms shooting through her pussy, making the hairy cunt lips twitch, making her clit tingle and throb. She could feel Marty's asshole clenching around her tongue, holding it, then relaxing. She plunged it deeply, fucking the tip about the ass pucker as her lips sucked.

Withdrawing her tongue, she looked up past his throbbing cock to see his burning eyes staring back at her with surprised delight.

"You like that?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Ooo, yes, Mom!"

With a soft gurgle, she shoved her face back into his ass. This time she licked about the inner ass cheeks, again circling his asshole. She drew her tongue up to his balls again, licking them and bouncing them with the tip of her tongue. She ran the flat surface of her hungry tongue up the shaft of his throbbing prick, then closed her hot lips about the swollen cock head. She licked, and sucked the head of his cock, her tongue swirling against his dripping piss hole.

She cupped his ass cheeks in her palms as she mouthed the smooth head of his cock, her eyes shining into his, her lips wide about the tasty prick head. When Marty lifted his ass, trying to get more of his cock into her wet, hot mouth, Joan allowed him to slip his prick fully into her mouth. Her lips pressed at the base, the swollen cock head almost reaching her throat. She held his cock this way, her lips working, her body trembling with the ecstasy of having his cock deep in her mouth.

Draping his legs over her shoulders, she squeezed his thighs against her head, then began to suck up and down his prick. When Marty began to hump up and down, she held her head still, letting him fuck her mouth. The burning hardness between her lips set her cunt bursting into orgasms again, and she twisted her naked ass about while Marty fucked his cock up and down.

She let her son fuck her mouth for a while in this position, then pulled away from him. Marty protested but she shushed him and leaned back on the floor. "Come here and get on top of me," she said.

Marty dropped on top of his mother's naked body, but, as he started to shove his cock into her cunt, she stopped him.

"I thought you wanted to fuck my mouth."

"I do, Mom."

"Then you'll have to bring that cock up here," she said, pulling at him.

She helped him into position, his cock now above her face, the liquid dripping from his prick, spattering her lips. She cupped his naked ass and pulled his cock downward, opening her mouth for him.

Taking the head of his cock between her lips again, she began to push and pull at his ass, letting him know she wanted him to fuck her in the mouth this way.

Understanding, Marty began to fuck his cock in and out between his mother's stretching lips. Joan kept her hands cupping his bunching ass cheeks, feeling his balls bounce about her chin, his cock moving up and down. At he fucked her, she sucked and licked, gurgling with ecstasy. She writhed her naked ass on the carpet, spreading and closing her thighs, her cunt bubbling in that delicious way she loved so much.

Although Marty fucked his cock very deep, he still could not reach her throat. The smooth head would probe close to it, but not so far as to gag her. Joan held his cock with her tight lips as he fucked, his fucking becoming wilder and more excited. She could feel his cock throbbing against her sensitive, hungry lips, and her tongue lapped swiftly with every withdrawal he made, then slid along the cock shaft when he came down. His balls brushed and rubbed at her chin as his movements became more frantic.

She could hear him gasping above her head and her fingers dug harder into the cheeks of his ass as she him to fuck her mouth as hard and brutally as he wanted. She knew the urge to push at the moment of orgasms would be strong when he began to gush that come juice into her mouth. She was prepared for it.

Gurgling with anticipation, Joan closed her lips as tight as she could about her son's cock. She closed her eyes as ecstasy bubbled through her naked body, her naked ass twisting against the floor, her cunt starting delicious convulsions. Marty's cock was throbbing much stronger, and he was fucking into her mouth with vigorous strokes now, panting heavily. Joan clung to his ass cheeks, ready to hold his cock in her mouth if he should suddenly try to pull free of her lips.

Marty grunted loudly.

Joan squealed about his cock.

The hot splashing of come juice spurted from Marty's flaring piss hole. As the sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, Joan realized she had no reason to cling to his ass; Marty had no intention of jerking his cock from her mouth. The urge to piss when he came held him in place.

Jean swallowed happily, her tongue racing about his spewing prick, sucking greedily. The thick, sweet come juice flooded her hungry mouth. As Joan's cunt convulsed, she squeezed her thighs together, pressuring her knotted clit between them.

The taste of her son's come juice sent Joan's mind reeling with perverse, erotic ecstasy. She loved that sweetness in her mouth, filling it. She swallowed with liquid noises, her tongue never still, his balls writhing against her chin. She dug her fingers ecstatically into his shaking ass cheeks, pressing them down to hold his cock as deep as she could in her mouth.

When Marty finished coming, the squirting come juice only dribbling now, he relaxed where he was, his cock in Joan's mouth. She didn't mind the weight of him there; it was exciting to her. She caressed his shaking ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs, then, when he calmed a bit, she pushed him from her face.

Running her tongue over her slightly bruised lips, she grinned at her son as he sprawled next to her, his chest heaving.

"Was that as good as you thought it would be?" she asked, running her fingers about his cock and balls.

"Better!" he gasped.

"Now you know about me," she giggled. "Now you know that your mother is one damned good cock-sucker!"