First time for Mom

CHAPTER FIVE

Eric, being a year older than his brother, tried hard to lead. In his older wisdom, he was more aggressive than Marty, but not much. It amused Joan.

Eric came into her bedroom that night, alone.

She was almost asleep, and, when she heard the shuffling footsteps, the dim light from the full moon coming through her window was enough so she knew it was Eric and not her youngest son.

Joan was stretched out on top of the sheets, with her window open to catch the slight breeze. Her gown was a long one, frilly and feminine. She lay with one arm above her head and the other resting on her flat stomach. She watched him enter the room and come close to her bed. Neither said anything. Eric stood near her bed, looking down at her. He was wearing shorts and nothing else.

Joan could see the way his cock strained against the white cotton material. It was obvious why he had come to her; he had gotten a nice hard-on in his room and needed it taken care of. She smiled in the dimness of the room, but kept quiet and didn't move, waiting for him.

Eric leaned over and placed his hand on one of her upstanding tits, bringing a sigh from Joan. She pulled the hand on her stomach up and placed it on top of his, holding it there. When Eric climbed onto the bed with her, she scooted over, making room for him. Still silent, but with increased breathing, Eric fondled his mother's tits, going from one to the other with both hands. Her nipples stood firm, pressing against the flimsy fabric of her gown. Joan writhed her body as he caressed her covered tits, but she didn't reach for him. She knew this was what he wanted to do, to feel hers, to play with her body. His hands on her tits, squeezing the firm flesh, tweaking her sensitive nipples, was making her cunt throb, making her clit become enflamed.

Keeping one hand on her tit, Eric caressed downward, feeling across her now trembling stomach. He fondled with a light touch at the mound of her cunt hair, then stroked one of her thighs, going to her knee and back up again. He dug his fingers into her firm thigh flesh, and Joan made a soft whimper of pleasure. She spread her legs as his hand slipped between them, pressing her gown against her cunt as he cupped her pussy. Joan could not resist arching her pussy into his hand.

Eric leaned down and flicked his tongue about one of her nipples straining at the fabric. Joan trembled when he pulled her nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Now she could not keep from touching him. She slid her hand between his thighs and closed her fingers about his cock, feeling his prick through his tight shorts. Her son's cock throbbed so deliciously against her hand. She jacked on his prick as best she could through his shorts, feeling a moist spot where his piss hole pressed. Sliding her hand down, she cupped his balls and held them, and she was not at all surprised when Eric moved his hot lips down on her body, licking at the fabric of her gown. As he pressed his lips between her thighs, kissing her cunt through her gown, Joan almost came. She lifted her hips and twisted her cunt into his mouth, mewling softly, squeezing at his covered balls. Her pussy was becoming very wet, and the juices soaked through her gown. When Eric buried his face between her thighs, leaning over her, Joan began to grind slowly, pressing her cunt into his face.

While Eric kissed and licked through her gown, he was drawing it up her thighs. Joan clutched his precious balls with an eager hand, breathing harshly as excitement burned through her.

It was obvious that Marty had told his brother what she and he had done that day. Now Eric was anxious to do the same thing.

When he had her gown almost to her hips, he lifted his face and scooted his mouth along the creamy inner surface of one thigh, shoving her gown higher. Joan lifted her ass and helped him, bringing the gown to her waist. Eric licked and sucked at the softness of her inner thighs, his chin brushing at her hairy, bubbling cunt, making Joan moan with increasing pleasure. She was thrilled to feel the wetness of his tongue moving about her inner thighs, excited when he sucked the sensitive flesh between his lips. He licked at her creamy thighs slowly, his hot breath searing her flesh. Joan kept her grip on his sweet balls, twisting them gently through his shorts.

And then Eric kissed her cunt.

His wet lips pressed into the hairy crotch, burning the flesh of her cunt lips and swollen clit. Joan gave a soft gasp of delight, pressing her cunt upwards. Her son shoved his hands underneath her ass, cupping the round, firm ass cheeks as he buried his mouth eagerly into her pussy. He was on his knees, and she could keep her grip on his balls as he began to lick his tongue up and down the throbbing wetness of her cunt. It seemed to Joan that Eric would lick one sensitive cunt lip, then the other. Sometimes his tongue would flick about her distended clit, sending a shudder of ecstasy through her. The way he squeezed her naked ass cheeks served only to bring her passions to a boil.

While still licking at her hairy cunt, Eric kept a tight grip on one cheek of his mother's ass, the other hand moving about the swell of the other, over the back of her thighs, then returning to that creamy ass check again. She could hear the soft sounds of his sucking, his licking. She lifted her crotch higher, urging her son to thrust his tongue into her inflamed cunt.

Releasing his balls for a while, Joan fondled up and down the backs of his thighs, over his ass cheeks and between his legs. Her hand became feverish with movement as her son darted his tongue in and out of her slippery pussy. She squeezed his hard cock, twisted at his balls, dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass and kept up a twisting, gyrating motion with her crotch against his mouth and tongue. She was burning up because of the way Eric licked at her pussy. He would swipe his tongue along one cunt lip, trace it to her clit and then lick down the other pussy lip, almost to her asshole. He swirled his tongue about a curvy cheek of her ass, then dipped his tongue deeply into her eager pussy, thrust back and forth and repeated the same thing again.

When her orgasms began, they started softly, pleasantly. But, as each succeeding one burst, followed by another, they became stronger, more exciting. She twisted her hips about, pressing her cunt up into her son's mouth as she came. He clung to her thrashing ass cheeks with both hands now, holding those round, firm ass cheeks tightly, his face buried into her hot hairy cunt, lapping and thrusting, his nose almost between the cheeks of her ass, near her twinkling asshole. His heavy, gasping breathing fanned her asshole like a searing flame, and Joan began to gurgle a bit louder in ecstasy.

Eric thrust his tongue as deep as he could into his mother's sugary cunt, and, as she came, those, wet pussy lips squeezed and sucked on his tongue. Joan clutched at Eric's ass, then his balls, then his cock, as if not satisfied no matter what she held in her palm.

With a final explosion, while Eric sucked harshly at her clit, his tongue flicking the tip, Joan shuddered in complete ecstasy, then became limp. Her ass dropped to the bed as Eric lifted his now-smeared face from her cunt. He sat on his heels, knees wide apart. Joan still held his balls, but her fingers were loose now as she breathed deeply, her tits rising and falling.

"Oh, God!" she murmured. "That was so good, darling!"

"I knew you'd love that, Mom," he said, again fondling her tits, but gently now.

"You've been talking to Marty," she said.

"We talk about everything, you know that."

"I know, and I'm so glad you do. If you didn't, this might not have happened."

His cock throbbed along her arm, and she drew her hand from his balls, tracing a finger along that sweet hardness to where the swollen head stretched his shorts. The spot there was so much wetter now.

"Sit on my stomach, baby," she said in a hoarse voice. "I want to feel you sitting on me."

Eric threw a leg over his mother and sat upon her stomach. She could feel his thighs at her sides and, through the gown, the heat of his ass and balls. She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers about the tight leg-holes of his shorts, again tracing the outline of his hard cock. Finally she pulled her gown from her shoulders, revealing her succulent tits in the dim moonlight coming through her window. Placing her hands on his hips, she urged him to scoot up her body. Eric scooted, and Joan maneuvered him so that his ass was pressing upon her naked tits. Eric squirmed his ass about his mother's tits, and she lifted her head to kiss the hardness of his cock through those white shorts. She trailed the tip of her tongue along the outline to the wet spot, and there she fluttered her tongue about, tasting the sweetness that soaked through the cloth. She closed her lips about his covered cock head, sucking on it. Then she moved her hot, open lips up and down the prick shaft, moving finally to his balls.

"Let me take my shorts off, Mom," he grunted.

"No," she hissed. "I want to lick and kiss through them for a while."

Hungrily Joan licked and sucked at her son's cock through his shorts much the same way he had licked her cunt through her gown. It was wickedly exciting to her and to Eric as well.

She finally had him on his knees above her face, and she ran her tongue about his inner thighs, teasing it along his shorts. She pulled his balls into her mouth, the shorts covering them making it difficult. She sucked on his balls through his shorts, then began to lick her hot tongue along the crotch, moving it from his asshole to the head of his cock. By the time she finished this, his shorts were soaked.

Holding his hips, she made Eric sit on her face, his asshole against her mouth. As she tongued about his covered asshole, his balls were rubbing at her nose. Joan's emotions were flaring hotly, and her cunt was inflamed again. She twisted her ass on the bed as she licked through his shorts at his asshole, some times pulling his balls into her mouth.

Eric was squirming about, shoving his ass into his mother's face, moaning and grunting with pleasure.

Joan felt her cunt convulse into orgasm as she furiously licked at his ass and balls through those tight shorts. Then, when her orgasm was over, she helped him get out of his shorts. Still wanting him to squat above her, she rubbed her swollen nipples about his ass, shoving them into the crack and pressing them upon his tight asshole. His cock throbbed near her face, and, as he dripped from the piss hole, she felt her face became wet and slippery with the juices. That excited her and she began to lap about his balls and ass cheeks hungrily, moaning in ecstasy.

She twisted her face from side to side, wiping it with his ass cheeks and balls, licking hotly at his inner thighs, then rushing her tongue about the cheeks of his ass, probing his asshole. Her hands were in constant movement, feeling his thighs, his tight ass, his cock and balls while her lips and tongue sucked and licked. This was easy for her to do since he squatted directly above her face. She slithered her tongue from his asshole to his balls, sucked them for a moment, then drew his cock to her lips. She kissed the wet piss hole, sliding her tongue about the swollen, smooth cock head. She sucked at his piss hole, mewling softly as her tongue fluttered there.

With a gurgle of eager delight, Joan closed her hot lips about Eric's cock, her hands on his ass, pulling his prick into her mouth. She whimpered as she began to suck, bobbing her mouth back and forth. She took the full, hard length of her son's cock into her mouth, feeling his prick brush at her throat. The throbbing hardness burned her lips, making them tingle, his balls bouncing against her chin. She dug her fingers into his ass cheeks as she sucked vigorously at his hard cock.

Then, almost in the same way his brother had done, Eric held his mother's head and began to fuck her mouth. Joan wailed in ecstasy as he fucked that sweet, hard cock in and out of her tight, hot, wet lips, her tongue running along the prick shaft, pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth. The hotness of his prick was as good as the hardness to her. She had the eerie feeling that her mouth and throat had a clit, as if she could have an orgasm in her mouth. She sucked, hotly at his fucking cock, her eyes closed as the reeling ecstasy gripped her. She shoved a finger deeper into the crack of his ass, brushing his asshole, urging him to fuck hard and fast and deep into her starving mouth.

Eric was banging his mother's head against the pillow with the force of his fucking cock, and Joan was thrilled almost out of her mind. If there was one thing she loved better than fucking, it was sucking on a hard cock.

She felt his cock throbbing between her lips, the signal that he would soon gush that sweet, thick come juice. She sucked harder than ever, her lips tight and hot.

But then, suddenly, she shoved her son's cock out of her mouth and began to rub the swollen prick head about her tits. She enjoyed the wet heat of that dripping fuck juice on her nipples, on the creamy flesh of her tits. She mewled and gurgled as she tried to press a nipple into the piss hole. Then she brought his cock to her face, smearing fuck juice around her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her chin.

Now and then, as she smeared her face, she would take the tip of his cock between her lips, suck and lick his prick, then smear his cock around her face again. Her naked hips were thrashing about, her ass twisting on the bed, her long thighs opening and closing as perverse ecstasy clutched her. She was helplessly caught in a desperate desire, a desire she could not deny herself. This was something she had wanted to experience for a long, long time. Now she had the chance, and she wasn't going to lose it. She ran her tongue about her son's balls, up the shaft of his cock, then down again. She probed the tip of her tongue into his ass, licking his asshole furiously, only to rush for his balls again, one hand jerking on his hard cock.

She wanted her face everywhere, wanted Eric's crotch all over her face. She wanted his balls, his cock, his asshole on her face all at the same time. Her hot lips kissed and sucked as her tongue licked in mindless pleasure. She gurgled and moaned, mewled and grunted as she licked and kissed at his balls, cock and asshole.

What her son thought of her at this moment, she didn't care. She was involved in her own pleasure, doing something she had wanted to do for years. If Eric didn't like it, he could tell her later. But right now she was enjoying this very, very much.

The tastes of his crotch, his balls, his cock and asshole were thrilling. Even the clean odor of his crotch sent her mind reeling with mindless passion. She could not get enough of his crotch.

Again she was sucking on his cock, devouring his prick with hungry, starving ecstasy. She felt that sweet cock head almost enter her throat, and she tried hard to swallow. There was an enormous orgasm threatening to burst inside her hairy, steaming cunt, and she couldn't keep her naked ass still.

The throbbing of Eric's cock inside her mouth increased again, and again she knew he was about to come off. This time, however, she retained her tight grip on his cock as he began to fuck into her mouth frantically. She sucked as hard as she could, anticipating the hot spurting of his sweet come juice down her throat.

She listened to Eric gasping above her head, and she clutched the cheek of his ass with one hand, her finger pressing at his tightly puckered asshole. Her other hand was at the base of his cock.

Joan tasted the squirt of his sweet come juice as it roared from his cock. Quickly, she shoved at his hips. When his cock came from her lips, she grasped his prick at the base and jerked frantically, feeling his hot, thick come juice spew into her face. The creamy come juice splashed against her fore head, at her eyes and nose. She made it gush on her cheeks and chin, on her lips and tip of her tongue.

The more her face became smeared with her son's come-juice, the more Joan whimpered in ecstasy.

By the time he finished coming, her face was coated, glistening with the thick come juice. She shoved her face into his crotch, making soft animal-like sounds as she twisted about, rubbing against his balls and cock. Her cunt was erupting in convulsion after convulsion, her body shaking violently.

Eric rested with his weight lightly on her body, looking at his mother. Her tongue moved about her lips, licking and grinning lewdly, her eyes glowing. She writhed her ass against the bed.

Finally Eric moved off his mother, standing at the side of the bed, still looking at her, confused somewhat.

Noticing his expression, she giggled. "Oh, I'm okay, darling," she said, stroking his cock with a feathery touch. "It's just that was so fucking good! My God… I never came so much or so strong, in my entire life!"

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She sat up, hugging herself, her face still wet with his come juice. "I've never felt better, honey."

She used the sheet to wipe her face, and, after making sure she was fine, Eric left her.

Joan leaned back, still smiling happily, wiggling her body into a comfortable position, thoughts whirling about in her burning brain.