First time for Mom

CHAPTER SIX

Joan hugged herself with pleasure.

The house was empty, but she didn't mind that right now. The boys would not remain away long, she was sure. They had not taken advantage of this situation so far, and she didn't feel they would. Of course, she had never had to be overly firm with them, always suggesting that they do certain things about the house. And, although she was fucking them daily, they still did what few jobs assigned them.

Joan was smart enough to know things could have gone the other way; they could have become difficult, demanding, unruly.

But they had not.

They showed her the affection she wanted, same as always. Perhaps more than before.

She danced about the house, her full skirt swirling about her long, exquisitely smooth thighs, her arms hugging her tits tightly. She sang happily. It was almost like the old days when she had been a small girl, playing with her father's cock, sucking and fucking his prick.

As she moved around the house, her cunt was pulsating between her thighs, her clit tingling in that most delicious manner. Her tits were aching for the hands of Eric and Marty, her nipples rigid with anticipation of their mouths.

She paused before the television set, watching for just a moment as the newscaster spoke. What he said was not important but Joan lifted her skirt to her waist and arched her pelvis forward, offering her bushy cunt to the television screen, to the newscaster.

"Ooo, eat on this, asshole," she murmured softly, feeling very wicked. A shiver ran up and down her spine, a shiver of pleasure as she spread her legs and caressed her fingers along the thick triangle of curly cunt hair.

"Suck this cunt, you old fart… lick this honey box."

She stood still, her skirt hiked at her waist, wondering why she had done this. She knew it felt good, but it made no sense to her. It was something a child would do, she thought.

Guiltily, she looked around, feeling as if someone had seen her childish gesture. But she was still the only one home. Smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs, she sat on the couch, almost demure now.

But her cunt wasn't demure.

Her cunt was throbbing with heat again, and she crossed her knees, her inner thighs pressing against her swollen clit. Behind her eyes she saw the cocks of her sons – thick, hard, dripping, pointed at her. She ran her tongue over her lips, a small mewl coming from her. She was hardly aware of writhing her ass into the cushions.

She wanted cock, and she wanted cock now. She watched the door, trying to will Eric and Marty to come through it. Her palms itched to stroke those sweet hard pricks, to fondle those tight ass cheeks, to run her tongue over their hairless balls, to taste them… suck them… eat them.

A mild convulsion rippled through her cunt, setting her pussy on fire. The flaming heat of her pussy was becoming so hot, so damned hot.

She inched her skirt up, turning on the couch and drawing her knees up. Opening her legs, she pulled her skirt into her lap. She was not wearing panties, and she gazed down her body, looking at the thick curls of her pussy. She tugged at the strands, sliding her fingers down over her throbbing clit, feeling the slippery wetness of her cunt. She pinched and twisted her clit, causing tremors of pleasure to race about her body. She pulled one tit free, tweaking the sensitive nipple as she caressed up and down her cunt. When she had her hand thoroughly smeared with the juices of her pussy, she lifted it to her mouth and licked at it.

Joan did this time and again, tasting her cunt. She thrust two fingers into her velvety cunt and fucked herself, then brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking at them as she would a hard, delicious cock, her tongue swirling.

Soon, she was fucking her fingers into her pussy swiftly, bringing them to her mouth to suck and lick as her other hand fucked the steaming cunt. She alternated this way, her mind reeling with erotic yearning, mewls of desire bubbling from her. She wiggled her ass, arching it up, spreading her knees, thrashing and churning her hips.

Although she produced a few orgasms, they were mild, and left her feeling more than ever as though she needed a cock badly.

Once more she moved about the house, only now she was walking slowly, anxious to fuck her sons, or for at least one of them to return home. She stood and gazed out the window into the front yard, trying to will one of them to come home.

Her pulse raced when she saw Marty coming down the walk. As she watched him, love for the boy filled her eyes, and there was a burning throb deep inside her cunt. She lowered her gaze to the front of his pants as he turned into the walk. Her imagination was intense, and in her mind she saw him naked, his cock waving in hardness before him.

As Marty came through the door, she was there. Her arms went about him swiftly, holding him tightly against her tits. As Marty closed his arms about her waist, Joan pressed her pelvis against him, writhing.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came home, darling," she murmured against the top of his head.

Marty lowered his hands to his mother's swelling ass, cupping the ass cheeks and squeezing. Joan bubbled with pleasure as she gripped one of his tight ass cheeks. The insides of her thighs were slippery from her seeping cunt. She was so hot, so eager. She began to fumble with his belt hurriedly. After she shoved his pants down, his cock flipped out and up, swelling into beautiful hardness.

"Ooo, wonderful!" she mewled, closing her hot hand about his prick, stroking lovingly. "Oh God, baby!"

With a sob, Joan dropped to her knees before her son and began to gobble frantically at his cock. Her lips held his prick very tightly, very hotly, sucking vigorously back and forth, her tongue licking in frenzy.

Marty leaned against the wall, his hips arched forward, looking down at his mother, his expression showing pleasure. He could see her lips stretched around his prick, and her eyes glowed with heat into his.

Joan gripped her son's tight ass cheeks, her fingers digging into the ass crack, her mouth fucking his cock furiously. She made sounds like a dog lapping at a bowl of water, hungry and wet. The smooth head of his cock scraped along the roof of her mouth, along her tongue, probing almost into her throat. Her ass swayed to and fro as she sucked, her cunt steaming and causing the insides of her thighs to become even more wet.

When she sucked in on his cock, her lips writhed at the base, tickled by the few wiry hairs, his balls resting on her chin. Holding her son's cock this way, she quickly opened her blouse, pressing her naked tits against his thighs, her nipples tingling with the contact. Now, with her tits against his thighs, she again gripped the tight cheeks of his ass with both hands, her fingers moving into the deep ass crack. As she filled her mouth time and again with the hard heat of his dripping cock, she began to rub against his asshole. The tight pucker of his asshole fascinated Joan, and she probed it with the tip of her finger.

She heard her son grunt, but it was a grunt of delight. Swirling her tongue about his hard cock, she began to press her finger against his asshole. At first there was resistance, but she kept up a steady pressure. And, while doing it, her hot, wet mouth devoured his sweet cock energetically, her tongue licking hungrily.

She wanted his precious, sweet come juice very much. Like a starving woman, she sucked as hard as she could, trying to draw that sweetness from his tender balls, through his delicious cock and into her mouth.

Her finger slipped into his asshole, and Marty grunted. Joan felt the tightness of his asshole about her finger as she moved deep. Her finger seemed to make his cock lurch and swell inside her mouth. With a wet gurgle of erotic delight, Joan began to fuck her son up his tight asshole while she sucked vigorously on his cock. Her finger moved in and out, causing Marty to squirm and groan with perverse pleasure. She loved the way his asshole drew on her fucking finger, clinging to it. His cock was dripping even more with her finger plunging into his asshole, and her tongue became coated with the sweetness, and she swallowed frequently, her eyes blazing with intense pleasure.

The round head of his cock was so smooth against her tongue, so pleasant there. His prick could not reach her throat, but almost, and she sucked his cock with ease, comfortably. The hard heat of his prick against her tingling lips sent shivers of ecstasy through her, her stomach trembling and her cunt bubbling with small explosions that made her whimper around her cock.

The pulsating between her tightly clinging lips told her she was about to get what she wanted desperately. She sucked harder, more hungry, her finger plunging in and out of her son's gripping asshole in a frenzy as Joan felt his approaching discharge.

A laud grunt came from Marty.

A glob of sweet come juice squirted from his cock, and she felt his asshole convulse about her finger. Joan sucked back quickly on his prick, holding only that smooth head between her lips, then just the piss hole. Sucking at his spurting piss hole only, her tongue flapping up and down it, she allowed her son to flood her hungry mouth with his thick, creamy come juice. The taste of it as it gushed into her mouth caused her eyes to become dreamy, glassy. Her cunt went into tight spasms, orgasms rippling through her body swiftly and deliciously.

She sucked at his piss hole as if it were a straw, her tongue licking quickly as her mouth filled time and again. Her slender throat worked desperately to swallow it all, but some of the slippery come juice escaped her tight lips and dripped from the corners to her chin. Her finger continued to fuck into his tight asshole swiftly, somehow causing her son to come hard, more than ever before.

Drawing her mouth off his cock, she gazed up at him, pressing her cheek against his cock and balls, her finger still buried in his asshole.

"Was that good, darling?" she whispered, then licked at her come-wet lips. "Does mother suck your beautiful cock good?"

"Ohhhh, wow!"

Slowly, Joan pulled her finger from his asshole. Getting to her feet, she turned her back and exaggerated the swing of her ass, moving toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

As she drank, she knew what she wanted.

Placing the glass down on the sink, she turned to see Marty watching her.

His pants dangled at his knees, his cock and balls sweetly revealed, glistening from the wetness of her mouth.

"Fuck me," she murmured softly.

Marty took his cock in one hand, holding his pants with the other. She watched him stroke his cock, seeing that lovely prick swelling again with eager hardness. Leaning against the sink, Joan pulled her dress to her waist, spreading her thighs and plunging a finger into her pussy. They gazed at one another, watching. Marty seemed excited to see his mother finger fucking herself as he stroked his cock, and Joan was always excited by anything erotic.

Her tits were still exposed, her nipples rigid.

She framed her hairy cunt, pulling upwards. This caused her knotted clit to lift and burn. The pink wetness of her cunt was exposed, and Marty gazed eagerly, pumping on his cock with a tight fist.

Joan plunged her finger into her cunt again, then lifted the wet finger to her month and began licking it. Marty's eyes burned with desire as he saw what she did. Joan, knowing it excited him, repeated the gesture.

"I still want to be fucked," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Just because I love to suck off that sweet cock don't mean my cunt isn't hungry, you know."

She slipped a hand past her hips, over the swell of one ass cheek. She probed the inviting crack between them, and rubbed at her own asshole, a finger still fucking in and out of her cunt.

"Do you know what I'm doing, baby?" she asked huskily. "I'm finger fucking my cunt and asshole at the same time." She turned to show him. Her finger moved in and out of her asshole, and she leaned over so he could see her finger her cunt at the same time. Joan wiggled her ass for her son, then said, "Wouldn't you love to fuck this ass, Marty? Mother has a hot ass, you know. Wouldn't it be fun to stick your cock in mother's asshole and fuck it?"

Joan moved to the table, then lay across it. Her dress was bunched at her waist, her rounded creamy ass revealed to him, as were the hairy lips of her cunt jutting past her thighs.

Waving her naked ass, she called him. "Come on, Marty, fuck mother up the ass! Oooo, baby, I want your cock up my hot ass so much! Give it to me, Marty… give my asshole your beautiful hard cock!"

Marty came up to his mother.

Joan felt him brushing the head of his cock about her ass cheeks. The contact burned her flesh, and she wiggled her ass invitingly, lewdly. Arching back, she tried to find the head of his cock with her ass, but Marty wanted to rub his prick along her creamy skin for a while. Joan moved her hand down and through her thighs, finding his balls. She fondled them as he brushed the head of his cock about her flesh, moaning softly with anxious desire.

When Marty drew the head of his cock up the crack of her ass, lightly brushing her asshole, Joan almost came from the simple contact. Her asshole puckered, but not to resist him; it puckered with strong desire to be stretched, to be filled with his cock.

"Oh, put it in me!" she begged, twisting her ass about. "Don't tease mother! Put your cock in my ass, Marty! Oooo, I want you to fuck me up my hot ass, baby!"

When Marty pressed the head of his cock upon the tightness of her asshole, Joan's mind reeled with the erotic sensations that filled her.

Marty placed his hands on his mother's naked hips, gazing down. The cheeks of her succulent ass were spilt, and he could see the way the head of his cock pressed against her asshole. A few fine hairs surrounded that tight bole. He pressed forward but he was far too gentle to suit Joan.

"Harder, damn it!" she gurgled, shoving her ass back against him. "Press hard! Oh, shove that cock up my fucking asshole!"

Marty lunged.

"Ohhhh!" Joan yelled, throwing her head back.

The head of her son's cock slipped into the tight ring of her asshole, stretching her ass ring more than she had thought. There was no pain, just a searing sensation of fullness, of exquisite pleasure. It was almost as if she were a virgin again, taking a cock for the first time.

Marty became still when his mother yelled, but she shook her ass wickedly. "Don't stop, Marty! Oh… that feels wonderful! Shove more cock up my asshole!"

But Marty was concerned.

When she realized he was not going to do as she asked, Joan slammed her ass back against him. Marty, his eyes gazing in awe between the cheeks of her ass, seeing the head of his cock then, saw his prick now being swallowed by his mother's very hot, very tight asshole.

Feeling her son's cock fully inside her ass, Joan began to sob with ecstasy. It seemed as if his cock was all the way inside her stomach, and her whole felt as if it was stretched wide. The burning sensation there was intense, but it was mixed with a surprisingly delicious pleasure.

"Fuck it, Marty!" she urged, wiggling her ass on his cock. "Fuck that asshole, baby! Oh, God! You feel so fucking big in my ass… Your cock is so fucking big! Screw me now, Marty! Fuck the hell out of my hot asshole!"

Understanding now that his mother was not it pain, Marty pulled his cock out until only the head was inside that boiling tightness, then moved in once more. Joan, still holding her son's sweet balls, squeezed them as he started fucking her. She sobbed loudly with pleasure, dancing about, her hips jerking in time with his fucking cock. She wiggled and twisted and thrashed her uplifted ass wickedly for him. The gurgles that came from her throat were more intense than ever, and Joan knew, in that instant, that she would take a cock up her hot ass any time her two boys wanted to fuck her. She would use her cunt, her mouth, her asshole, to keep them and her satisfied.

Feeling as if his cock was a telephone pole fucking in and out of her gripping asshole, Joan's cunt was convulsing time and again the orgasms powerful enough to cause her half-naked body to shudder with ecstasy.

The hot gasps of both fuckers seemed to fill the kitchen. Joan was overheated, her cunt steaming with orgasms, the insides of her thighs very slippery, the juices of her cunt smearing her wrist between them, her hand clinging to her son's balls as if she was afraid he would jerk his cock from her tingling, burning asshole.

She could feel the throbbing of his cock within the sensitive ring of her asshole, and, turning his balls loose, she felt them bang against her cunt lips. She churned her naked ass in mindless delight for him and found that her asshole was creating a sucking sensation as he fucked her vigorously.

She began to yelp with ecstasy, her hands now gripping the far side of the table, her eyes closed to savor this unusual ecstasy. She felt her son's cock swelling and jerking inside her asshole and knew he would soon be gushing that precious come juice into her body.

"Oooo, come in me, darling," she pleaded in a thick voice. "Come in my ass! Oh, baby, baby, come in mother's asshole! Give my asshole that come juice! Fill it… flood my fucking hot asshole with that come juice!"

Marty fucked hard against the cheeks of his mother's rounded ass, his cock fucking deep. She felt his balls writhing against her bubbling, convulsing cunt lips. The rush of his come juice squirting into her asshole sent Joan into shivers of orgasm.

While her body shuddered with this new sensation, she knew there was no doubt that she would take the cocks of Marty and Eric into her asshole time and again. There was nothing she would not do with them, and take intense delight in doing so…