Horny balling mother

CHAPTER ONE

Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.

She didn't blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn't so sure.

The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very beautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almost nonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.

Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some women would. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man.

The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. Apparently she was independent in money matters. She was never seen going or coming from work.

Joan's apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Ted was in a lounge chair, pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. It was the middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn.

It wasn't long before Joan noticed the front of her son's bathing trunks bulging. She frowned momentarily as she realized her son had a hard-on. But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that Fawn was, evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body.

Joan didn't mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted.

It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned on. She wasn't sure it was because of her son's cock or the sweetness of Fawn's body, and didn't really care. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan's body and she found herself becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.

The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and looked down.

Fawn's tits were naked!

The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.

Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his mind had suddenly become numb – he sat there with his cock straining at his trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan's reaction to this was a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely aware that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.

Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the swollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant and wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn't tease a boy Ted's age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted's age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.

Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to fuck them. Fawn didn't look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass him. From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn't think it would. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bull if he could get his hands on Fawn's lovely tits. His cock seemed ready to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her son's prick. But she was too far away to really see it.

Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her eyes move from it.

A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan's eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn was looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the top of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the inside of one thigh.

Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton display of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her own titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressure on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt to twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the seeping fluids of her excited cunt.

Joan's eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her son. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her finger along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan heard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girl fondling herself.

Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and Joan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hair of her cunt.

On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the small apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes from balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan. Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan ran her palm between her legs and rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either or both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan's long, slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt. But they didn't look up.

Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment than anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn's tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan to realize what had happened.

Ted had come off in his trunks!

She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son had come off watching Fawn tease him.

"Was it a good one, Ted?" Joan heard Fawn ask. "Did you come nice and hard?"

Joan saw her son nod his head.

"I told you I'd show my titties to you one day, remember?" Fawn said to Ted. "Now do you believe me?"

Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and put it back on.

"I came too, you know," Fawn said as she tied the halter over her shapely young titties. "I usually come, too."

This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no attention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with her son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right there at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was no one home to see – except Joan. Still, someone might.

Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton behavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about. Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but felt as if they were very close, almost like sisters.

Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was between her thighs. Quickly, she shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it over her hips. She watched Fawn paddle to the edge of the pool and climb out. The back of her tiny bikini had snuck into the crack of her ass, and the white, creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color of her thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted before she pulled the bikini out of the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.

"We'll do it again later, honey," she said, picking up her towel and stepped into her own apartment on the bottom floor.

Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still very hard. She watched him gaze in the direction where Fawn disappeared, rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to come up for a late lunch.

As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herself looking at her son in a different way. Ted was quite young, but apparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Nor was he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan still felt excitement rumbling through her body as she looked at him, visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mind created a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised to find that she almost came.

After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of his trunks. She watched him go down the short hall to his room, her eyes on the tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.

When he didn't return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joan followed him. He wasn't in his room, but his trunks were on the floor. She picked them up, turning them inside out and looking at his still wet come juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the hamper, she shoved the door open and stepped in – stopping suddenly.

Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. He was, or had been, jerking off frantically. The boy gave a yelp of surprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He tried to stuff his hard cock down between his legs, but it jerked upright again. He tried once more, and the same thing happened.

Joan laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I guess you can't hide it, can you?" she said.

"Aw, Mom," Ted blushed.

"A hard-on isn't anything to be ashamed of, Ted," Joan said, surprising herself with her choice of words. "Nor should you be ashamed of playing with it."

Ted lowered his eyes, but his cock kept standing up straight and hard. He closed his thighs, but it didn't help at all. His balls squeezed up from them.

Joan stared at her son's cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms of her hands. "I know how good it can feel," she went on, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I understand the feeling very well, honey. I know you can't leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know you have to touch it, play with it."

As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving farther into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to her son. His trunks had dropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away from him now, her knees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollen smoothly, and he was dripping from his piss-hole, the shaft visibly throbbing.

She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending her knees, squatting at her son's side, her hand resting on one of his hot knees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeing the wiry hair at the base.

"I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes," she murmured with a thickening voice, her hand moving slowly up his trembling thigh. "It's difficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There's nothing at all to be ashamed of."

The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gasp and lifted her eyes to his. Ted was looking at her now, his eyes unfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against her fingertips, and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had been fascinated with Fawn's beautiful titties, Joan now seemed fascinated with his cock and balls.

Joan's fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly up the underside of his throbbing cock. She was breathing hard as she watched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt the heat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching the swollen head, she swirled one around the smooth head and finally over the wetness of his piss-hole. Ted was shaking, making strangling sounds in his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed and stroked his hard cock.

Joan squatted at his side, her knees showing as her skirt slipped back. A few inches of her thighs could be seen, and Ted snuck peeks at them. Joan very lightly enclosed her son's cock with her fist, moving it up and down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful throbbing of it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.

Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twisting it. She squeezed her son's cock, feeling it swell and burn against her hand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted's cock, little squeals coming from her. Gripping Ted's cock tightly now, she pumped in short, jerky thrusts, watching his cock drip more and more. She licked her lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations of his cock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down, but she was so fascinated to be holding his cock she paid no attention to it.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ted came.

"Ohhh!" Joan cried out, watching his come juice boil from the piss-hole rapidly, spurt after spurt. She jacked furiously now, moaning as come juice began to smear on his lower stomach and upper thighs. "Oh, my God! Look at it, Ted! God, you're coming so much, honey!"

Running her fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, Joan gave a low squeal as her cunt went into fiery convulsions of orgasm.

She beat on his prick until he finished cumming. Then, without another word, she stood up and moistened a cloth. She wiped his stomach and thighs, then his cock, and last her own hand. Tossing the cloth into the bathroom sink, she left her son sitting on the toilet, a very surprised and delighted boy.