Horny balling mother

CHAPTER NINE

Ted stood at the entrance of the hall, rubbing his balls with one hand and his eyes with the other. He was not surprised by what he saw.

His mother was sleeping on the floor, curled up next to Fawn. Both were naked. It was midmorning, and he felt great after his long night's sleep. He moved into the living room and looked down at them. His mother was on her side, her creamy ass jutting back against Fawn's rounded hip. Joan had one leg drawn up, the other straight out. The hair around her cunt was revealed, and she was cupping one of her firm tits in the palm of her hand.

Fawn was sprawled on her back, one arm above her head and the other flung to one side. Her flawless titties stood up in firm roundness, tipped by pink nipples. Her chest was rising and falling evenly. Her flat stomach, with the dimple of her belly button, aroused Ted and his cock started expanding. The becoming triangle of her cunt hair looked like gleaming gold in the shaft of sunlight coming through the window. Her long, slim legs were parted, and the pink puffiness of her tight cunt sent a throb of desire about Ted's balls and lifted his cock to complete hardness.

Each woman was enticing to Ted in a different way. Both were beautiful, both had a fantastic body, both were amazing fucks, and each enjoyed sucking on his cock with vigorous enthusiasm. What more could a young boy want in the whole world? he thought. Most boys his age were still jacking off out behind the barn, but he had his choice of two really great cunts – Fawn and his mother.

Looking down at them, Ted began to pump his fist slowly back and forth on his cock. It was like waking up to live centerfolds, he thought with increasing excitement. His mother and Fawn were lovely enough to grace any magazine. In fact, both of them appeared even more beautiful to him than those unavailable centerfolds.

He scratched his balls again.

There would be no problem if he dropped down there and shoved his cock into either of those cunts. Both cunts were hot and always very wet, he knew. Neither his mother nor Fawn would complain if he fucked one – or both – of them right now.

His mother's clothing and Fawn's robe were scattered about the living room, and he knew he had missed out on some damned exciting activity the night before. Taking a lingering look at them, Ted turned and went into the bathroom. He showered and scrubbed his teeth, then pulled on a pair of jockey shorts and returned to gaze at the women once again. Finally he went to the kitchen and began making breakfast, eager to surprise them. He prepared coffee as he'd seen his mother do, then started frying bacon and eggs and put bread in the toaster. He set the table with china and silverware, making sure his mother's favorite jelly was there – strawberry.

When everything was ready, he started back to wake them up.

Fawn was struggling to sit already, looking at Ted as if she were disoriented for a moment. Looking down at Joan, she grinned. "My God, we fell asleep right on the fucking floor!"

Fawn moved her hand along Joan's side.

"Come on, wake up, sleepy head," she said softly. "Time to get up." She looked up at Ted. "Is that bacon and eggs I smell?"

He nodded proudly.

"You're a handy kid to have around, aren't you?" Fawn said, pleased.

"Who's handy?" Joan said, mumbling as she woke up.

Turning onto her back, she saw her son standing there in his jockey shorts, smiling at them. She grinned and stretched, arching her hips up. She held her arms out to her son, who dropped down and sprawled across his mother. Fawn sat and watched them hugging happily, grinning with pleasure. Finally she slapped Ted on his ass.

"Come on," she said. "None of that shit until after breakfast. Hey, you two! Those eggs are going to get cold… come and let's eat!"

"Oh, I suppose we better," Joan pouted, shoving her son off her. "But as much as I enjoy bacon and eggs in the morning, I can think of something much better to eat right now."

Fawn laughed. "That's because you're a cock-sucker, like me."

"Cunt-licker?" Ted offered, giggling.

"Yes, that, too," Joan replied, getting to her feet. "Do we have time to clean up a little, honey?"

"Sure, Mom," Ted said. "I can keep everything nice and warm."

His mother glanced at the outline of his cock inside his tight shorts. "Including that cock?"

Ted nodded. "You bet!"

Fawn, now standing, leaned behind Ted and pulled the shorts into the crack of his ass, making sure his cheeks showed. With a soft mewl, she kissed his ass quickly. "Now you look wonderful, Ted. Leave them that way, please."

They devoured the breakfast hungrily. While Joan and Fawn had coffee, Ted cleared the table. Joan and Fawn stared at his naked ass cheeks, his shorts still pulled into the crack. Joan realized that her son did, indeed, look very good that way. Seeing him so unconcerned and uninhibited caused her cunt to bubble with heat. She glanced at Fawn, and saw that the young girl, too, was experiencing a growing desire. Already Fawn's nipples were standing out and pointing almost to the ceiling. Ted's cock was straining inside those white shorts, too. It was elongated, arching upward, beautifully outlined his balls making a mouth-watering bulge below.

"Are we thinking the same thing, Fawn?" Joan asked, her voice becoming husky.

"I would say so, Joan."

Ted turned at the sink, his cock standing firmly against his shorts. He grinned at them, knowing very well what they were talking about. To tease them he tossed his hips forward.

"Why, he thinks his cock is indestructible!" Joan laughed.

"It damn near is," Fawn replied.

"Let's do something about it, Fawn," Joan murmured, running her hand between her inner thighs to rub her now burning cunt. "Let's take him on."

"Let's!" Fawn exclaimed.

"I won't fight, I promise," Ted laughed eagerly.

"You'd be a fool if you did," Fawn told him as she and Joan went to him.

They hugged his excited body between them. Feeling their tits rubbing at his flesh and two hairy cunts at his hips, sent Ted's cock into a roaring hardness. He wrapped his arms about them, fondling each rounded, smooth ass when they began kissing about his face. He opened his mouth wide and felt them both press their wet tongues into his mouth. The sensation of having two tongues into his mouth. The sensation of having two tongues in his mouth sent excitement racing about his young body. Hands shoved his shorts down and one of them was playing with his balls while the other caressed his cock. Each woman had a handful of his ass, too.

"Front or back?" Joan asked Fawn in a throaty voice.

"Either," Fawn replied, her voice equally husky. "It makes no difference to me."

"What are you two talking about?" Ted wanted to know.

"Oh, hush up and enjoy this," his mother murmured, licking her tongue across his lips. "This morning is all for you, honey."

Ted's foot was placed on a kitchen chair, his other on the floor. They shoved his knee wide, and Fawn dropped to her knees in front of him, her tongue flicking against his thigh like liquid heat. His mother dropped behind him, and Ted trembled when he felt her wet, hot lips sucking at the cheeks of his ass.

Joan clutched her son's hips, drawing his ass backwards, her tongue fluttering up and down the crack of his ass, licking at his cheeks and delving between them. Looking down, he watched Fawn's wicked tongue moving along his thigh toward his balls. A ripple of pleasure shot through him when Fawn bounced his balls with her tongue, her blue eyes boiling up at him as she squeezed his cock in her hot hand. The tip of Fawn's tongue darted from her moist lips, licking up the seeping juices on his piss hole, then her hot mouth engulfed his cock.

Ted placed his hand on Fawn's head, more to steady himself than anything else. Fawn, holding the head of his cock with her lips, traced a fiery pattern about the sensitive head, flapping against his piss hole. Behind him, his mother was spreading the cheeks of his ass, her tongue running about the hot inner surfaces. He was feeling much too good to speak, but his breath was coming out in ecstatic gasps.

He gritted his teeth as Fawn slowly sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth, her hot lips sliding along the shaft in almost excruciating, teasing wetness, her eyes still sparkling with steamy pleasure up at him. Fawn's mouth was as hot and wet and tight as his mother's, drawing on his cock with her tongue and cheeks and lips. He groaned when he felt the tip of his mother's tongue probing at his tight asshole, wet and hot enough to scorch his flesh. Fawn had every inch of his cock inside her mouth now, and he could feel her throat working about his head of it, her tongue pressing it against the roof of her mouth.

Behind him, Joan was clutching her son's hips and pressing her mouth into his asshole, her tongue licking and fluttering against the tightly puckered hole. She was moaning softly in her perverse pleasure, her breath hot on his ass. Joan, tasting the ring of her son's asshole, felt her cunt pulsating in that delicious wet heat. She could hear the hungry sounds Fawn made as she sucked on Ted's cock, the sounds exciting her as much as what they were doing to and for him. She fluttered the tip of her hot tongue about his asshole, pressing it against the resisting tightness, her lips closed about it and sucking at the same time. Ted was arching his ass into his mother's face, but not so far that Fawn would have any problem sucking his cock.

Fawn shoved her hands between Ted's legs and pulled at the cheeks of his ass, holding them spread for Joan. At the same time, Joan had shoved one hand underneath to fondle and twist tenderly on her son's balls while Fawn sucked his cock. Fawn's lips glided back and forth, her tongue in a constant, wet and hot, action. Her chin brushed Joan's fingers when she went forward, and as she held Ted's cock deep inside her burning, hungry mouth, Joan rubbed his balls about her chin.

As good as their mouths and tongues felt, Ted realized he would fall if they had not been pressing their faces against him this way. As it was, they were practically holding him up between them.

Fawn began twisting her lips as she sucked back on his cock, then gulping him into her mouth again. The wet heat of her mouth created beautiful ecstasy on his prick and in his balls. She made moist sounds as she sucked, moist and greedy sounds. Behind, his mother was straining to shove her tongue into his asshole. When her tongue penetrated his asshole, Ted almost came into Fawn's mouth.

A grunt of pleasure exploded from his mouth.

Joan thrust her tongue deep into her son's gripping asshole, then, with her lips closed hotly around it, she began to fuck him this way, her hand pulling at his balls. Below, Fawn kept holding the cheeks of his ass wide for Joan, her lips starting to suck faster and with more heat. He began to shake, both hands on top of Fawn's head. The sensations of his mother's tongue fucking into his asshole and Fawn sucking so hotly on his cock was almost too much for Ted. The whole expanse of his crotch, from his cock to his asshole, seemed to have been set on fire but with such a delicious fire.

"Suck me!" he groaned. "Oh, suck my cock, Fawn! Oh, you're gonna get a fucking mouthful! Mom… Mom, don't stop! Your tongue is so fucking good in my ass! Eat my asshole, Mom!"

The rumbling of his discharge boiled about inside his tightening balls, and his hips jerked to-and-fro. How his mother kept tongue-fucking him up the ass and Fawn retained her hungry lip grip on his cock, Ted didn't know. His hips jerked between them, his cock delving into Fawn's burning throat, then his ass pressing into his mother's face.

Fawn's tongue and mouth sucked with a fiery greed and his mother's tongue seemed to penetrate his asshole to his stomach. It was something Ted had never felt before, but the sensations were so exquisite, he hoped they would do this again, and often.

His cock was about to burst, to send stream after stream of cum juice bubbling into Fawn's mouth. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes seemed vacant. Fawn drew powerfully on his cock, and his mother rammed her tongue in and out of his asshole. He was shaking from head to toe with ecstasy.

Both Fawn and Joan knew Ted was about to come, and they went at him with vigorous movements. Joan sucked at the ring of her son's asshole while her tongue fucked in and out, clutching his balls in a hot hand. Fawn, feeling his cock throb and increase in size, gobbled him in a frenzy, her fingers squeezing the cheeks of his ass, keeping them wide for Joan's mouth. Ted began to groan, the sound rising and failing. He gave an ecstatic yelp when the come juice roared out of his balls and up his hard cock.

The come juice spurted from his piss-hole, flooding Fawn's mouth, making her choke. Moaning with hunger, Fawn sucked as hard as she possibly could, her throat burning with the sweetness boiling up from his precious balls. The convulsions that tore through Ted's body caused his asshole to squeeze around his mother's tongue, and Joan had a bit of a problem in fucking his ass with it. Fawn made wet gulping sounds as she swallowed the thick, delicious come juice, her tongue running about his cock furiously, her lips as tight as possible halfway down his prick.

Joan stabbed her tongue swiftly into her son's gripping asshole, feeling a little jealous that Fawn was getting his cum juice. Her own cunt erupted shortly after Ted's asshole started squeezing her tongue, and she came in shuddering waves of pleasure. Fawn, moaning hungrily at Ted's gushing cock, shivered violently as her cunt convulsed.

Fawn's orgasm was so strong, she became weak, and with a wail, fell backwards, her lips coming off Ted's cock with a moist plopping sound. A final spurt of come juice burst from Ted's piss-hole, splashing upon Fawn's chin.

As Fawn's mouth left his cock, Ted was thrown off balance, and he went forward to his hands and knees, his mother's tongue leaving his asshole abruptly. He was on his hands and knees, panting heavily, his cock now dangling toward the floor.

"Ohhh, shit!" he moaned.

Fawn, sprawled on her back, writhing and twisting her ass against the floor of the kitchen, clutching her flawless tits with both hands. Behind Ted, his mother was sitting on her heels, her head down as she gasped for air, her eyes somewhat glazed.

"Oh, shit is right," Joan moaned.

"You bet!" Fawn echoed.

"I'll never be the same again," Ted said, rolling to his side weakly.

"Want to bet on that?" Joan laughed, feeling her strength returning. "Between Fawn and I, your cock won't be getting much rest, I promise that."

"Me, too," Fawn giggled, opening and closing her slim thighs, her cunt twitching.