Incest mom

CHAPTER FOUR

Eating her daughter's cunt had thrilled Susan.

It was the second time in her life she had pressed her mouth to a pussy. Tracy's cunt had a lot of hair on it, and it was certainly juicy. Susan decided that she liked it that way.

It was odd, she thought, how much she wanted a cock and strong, without hair, but wanted a cunt with hair. In her own home, she had found both her son and her daughter.

Now that she had fucked her daughter, she wondered whether or not her son would fuck her, his mother.

But surely, if Bill would fuck his sister, why shouldn't he fuck his mother, too, she thought. Brothers and sisters were always fucking, she had heard. If they were that erotic, like Bill and Tracy, Susan could sec no reason why her son wouldn't fuck her, too.

Susan had heard everything from the time Tracy entered Bill's bedroom, then watched them fucking eagerly. Bill had not hesitated, once Tracy had her hot hands on him. Tracy had said Bill was shy, and that he would not wake a pass first. Susan had no qualms about making the first pass; she had done so with the neighbor.

She considered various means of letting her son know she was willing to fuck him, discarding them all. They were so stupid and common. Yet what other way was there? She could cuddle him and stroke him and gradually get her hand on his cock. She could simply walk up to him and grab his cock… and Bill would probably shit his pants! She didn't want to frighten him; she wanted to get his cock in her mouth and suck it off. She could simply lift her skirt and show him her cunt. Guys like Bill were always turned on when they saw a pussy, she thought. But then, if she did that, instead of getting hard, the guy would piss his pants in embarrassment.

Was Bill even aware that a mouth would feel good on his cock? Did he even know about such things? Would he think that having his cock sucked was something horrible and dirty? Would he even like having a wet, hot mouth sucking on his cock? Maybe he wanted his cock inside a cunt, not a mouth. Susan was nervous and anxious. She wanted to feel her son's cock deep inside her mouth so badly, to feel the hardness sliding in and out of her lips. Now she felt more frustrated than before. Sucking her son's cock off was becoming an obsession with her. Before the day was out, Susan was about ready to grab Bill by the cock and tell him exactly where she wanted it, whether it frightened the piss out of him or not.

She was sprawled on the couch in the living room, eyes closed and one arm, over them. One foot rested on the floor and the other on the couch. It was almost time for Bill to come home from school. He came home an hour earlier than Tracy. Her dress was hiked up to her hips, and since she had been caressing her cunt most of the day in frustration as she thought of her son, she wore no panties. Her other hand cupped a concealed tit, her thoughts still tumbling about in her head, her cunt in a constant quivering wetness.

When she heard the door open, her first impulse was to shove her skirt down. She knew it was Bill, and that she was sprawled with her pussy exposed. Susan caught herself just in time. Maybe if he saw her cunt, it would excite him, make his cock become hard, and he wouldn't be shy with her. It was a flimsy pretense, but the opportunity had presented itself and Susan would try to make do as best she could.

With her arm over her eyes, she tried to pretend sleep, not wanting Bill to know she was wide awake and fighting to control the tremors of her slim body.

As Bill closed the door and turned, be saw his mother on the couch. Her feet was toward him, and his gaze moved up between her long legs. He stared at her hairy cunt and while his eyes began to burn, his cock lifted inside his pants. His mother's cunt looked different than his sister's, not a difference he could describe, except maybe there was more hair on his mother's pussy.

Susan could almost feel her son's eyes on her cunt, and she fought hard to keep her breathing normal. But she couldn't stop the twitching of her cunt, knowing her son was gazing at it. She visualized his cock swelling inside his pants, and her mouth began to water.

She sensed her son was coming closer. She managed a quick peek from under her arm. Bill didn't notice; he was absorbed by his mother's exposed cunt. He stood at her leg, looking down. The brief peek Susan had was enough to let her know his cock was very hard. She wanted to jerk her skirt high, rip it open, let her tits become free, thrust her cunt toward her son's face and scream at him: "Let me suck your cock off!"

She felt her son brush against her knee. She peeked once more. Bill was leaning over, peering at her pussy. He had one hand poised as if to touch her cunt, his eyes bright and his mouth open. Susan waited breathlessly, mentally urging her son to touch her cunt, to feel it, to push his fingers into it. She wanted him to become so excited, she could sit up and drag his cock out and stuff it into her mouth.

Suddenly, Bill shoved a finger into his mother's pussy.

It happened so quickly, Susan could not stop the grunt of surprise. Bill had plunged his finger into his mother's cunt swiftly, without really thinking about it. He felt the wet heat of her pussy close about his finger, but her grunt frightened him. Without looking at her, he jerked his finger out and ran from the room, going to his bedroom fast.

You fucked it up, Susan, she told herself as she sat up on the couch. You couldn't wait, could you? The opportunity was there, and you fucked up.

But had she?

Bill was in his room, with a hard-on, probably waiting to be punished for what he had done. Getting up, she went to his room. Bill had closed his door. Susan hesitated, then opened it.

Bill was lying on his back. He had shoved his pants down and was jerking on his cock. When the door opened, he gasped as he saw his mother there. Quickly, he tried to jerk his pants up.

Susan stepped boldly into his room, closing the door behind her. Before her son had his pants up, she was standing by his bed, stopping him. Grabbing his hands, she shoved them away from his pants. His cock, although he was frightened, continued to stand up in beautiful hardness. Susan saw his balls, the moistness of his swollen prickhead, his seeping piss-hole. There was not a single hair to be seen. Her cunt pulsated hotly and she swallowed as her mouth filled with watery hunger.

"You touched me, Bill," she said, her voice trembling.

Bill seemed to shrink, his face red, unable to reply.

"You touched me, honey," she said in a more gentle tone. "You touched me and fair is fair."

Her hand darted out and down, and Bill gasped when he felt his mother's hand close about his cock. He stared at her in a puzzled way, not sure what he should do. Susan, feeling the throbbing hardness of her son's cock, began to stoke up and down, jacking him slowly and mewling with pleasure. She moved her other hand out and cupped his balls. Her gaze smoldered at the sight of his seeping piss-hole, her tongue running over her lips. She knew her hand excited him, yet she could see his shyness.

Releasing his cock and balls, she lifted her dress to her waist, spreading her feet. Holding the dress there, she fumbled with the buttons on top. Pulling her dress apart, she exposed her shapely tits to her son's eyes.

"You wanted to see me," she said in a very low whisper. "You wanted to see my body, Bill? You wanted to sneak up on me and stick your finger in me, didn't you? But, honey, you don't have to sneak up that way. I'll show you what you want to see."

Holding her skirt high, Susan turned slowly, letting her son gaze at her body, see her hairy cunt and shapely tits and firm, swelling ass and long thighs. Facing him again, she gazed at his cock and was pleased to see it throbbing so sweetly.

"You like what you see, don't you, baby?" she asked. "You really like what you see?"

His cock was so beautiful, Susan couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, she didn't care if she frightened her son. She had to have his cock!

Darting a hand out, she began to jack on his prick with a frenzy, pumping her hand with flying speed, gripping it as tight as she could. Bill, with ecstasy burning through his cock, arched his hips up into his mother's hand, groaning. Dropping to her knees at the side of his bed, Susan used both hands on him, pulling and twisting his balls as she beat swiftly on his hard cock. She glanced at his face, saw his excitement.

Susan kissed her son's thigh, then darted her tongue out and licked his flesh. Bill's eyes burned down into hers as she swirled her wet, hot tongue about his leg, working it closer and closer to his throbbing cock. She moaned softly in delight as she released his cock and balls and began to rub her hands feverishly about his hips, his lower stomach, his thighs and underneath to give his ass a squeeze. She parted his legs so she could peer between them, up at his precious balls and upthrusting cock. The view she had sent tremors of desire racing to her cunt.

"You're making me so hot, baby," she whispered, her lips brushing closer to his cock and balls. "Seeing you like this, so hard, makes me wild with desire. Bill… oh, Bill!"

She shoved her face between his thighs and into his crotch, with her hot lips pressing at his balls. She flung her arms about his hips as she nuzzled his balls, kissing them with a fiery wetness, moaning and gurgling in a mindless heat of hungry desire.

Bill began to arch his hips up, pressing toward his mother's kissing face. He balled his hands into fists at his sides and watched her with glowing eyes. Now and then he would groan with ecstasy, but otherwise remained almost passive.

Susan, encouraged by his sudden arching into her mouth, began to lick her long tongue about his balls, slipping it under them and lapping and bouncing them lightly, her hands stroking his hips and thighs hotly. She licked her tongue all around her son's precious balls, then shot to the base of his cock. She ran her tongue quickly up and down his throbbing hard prick, licking at the taut flesh, feeling the heat of it against her tongue. Soft gurgles of intense delight bubbled from Susan as she ran her tongue about her son's cock and back to his balls, then up again. She swirled her tongue around his swollen prickhead, tasting the pre-cum, then licked at his seeping piss-hole, wiping up the juices. Her cunt was burning, twitching with ecstasy. Her shapely tits felt so swollen as they pressed against the bed, she thought that they would burst with pleasure.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as her tongue flew about his cock and balls. "Mmmmm, sweet, sweet baby!"

Slipping her face once more between his thighs, Susan licked his legs from knee to crotch, whimpering in mindless passion, her tongue fiery and wet. She scrubbed her face into his crotch, feeling his balls rubbing her cheeks, her nose, her chin, her lips. Sliding her hands underneath, him, she cupped her son's tight ass, and with an animal-like growl, closed her lips over the head of his swollen cock. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking back and forth on his sensitive piss-hole.

"Ooooh, baby," she whimpered softly, her lips brushing the head of his cock now. "You're so hard! Your cock is so very hard, and it tastes so sweet in my mouth!"

Bill made an incoherent reply, his eyes burning with anticipation down at his mother.

Susan was sliding over the limits of her tolerance, her hunger for her son's cock controlling her now. She gripped it at the base, jerking up and down as her tongue flicked and swirled about his seeping prickhead. She could no longer see, her eyes clouded in ecstasy, rolling as she licked him.

"I want to suck it," she whispered. "I want to suck your cock, Bill. Mother wants to take your sweet, hard cock in her mouth and suck it! Ohhhh, Bill! I need to suck your sweet cock!"

With a moan, she engulfed her son's cock deeply into her mouth, her lips wet, tight and hot as she bobbed her face up and down with swift, short strokes, sucking him. The hot throbbing of her son's cock in her mouth radiated down her body to her cunt. She was so hot, her pussy dripped down her inner thighs, making them slippery.

With her lips tight, sucking on him, she used her tongue with a constant licking motion. Her son's pre-cum was dripping into her mouth, and the taste of those sweet, slippery juices on her tongue caused her to quiver with an orgasm. She moaned in ecstasy around her son's cock as she came, her hands clutching his tight ass hard. She bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock so fast, her hair danced and swirled. Susan preferred to suck a cock slowly, to savor the hard, hot taste of it, but right now she was much too excited. She was sucking him greedily, devouring his cock like a starved, demented woman, which she was. She twisted her head about, screwing on his cock with her lips twisting. She tried to swallow his prick, his balls tight on her chin.

Bill, his shyness overcome by the pleasure he felt, was moaning and working his cock up and down now, fucking into his mother's sucking mouth. He began to beat his fists on the bed, gritting his teeth as the ecstasy became almost more than he could bear. His balls were becoming tight and he felt the impending spurt of his come juice bubbling about in them. He wasn't sure what to do. He was so close to coming off, there was no way he could stop it. Yet his mother refused to release his cock.

Susan, too, knew her son was close to discharge. She could feel the increased throbbing of his cock, feel his balls tight on her chin. She dug her hands into his ass, holding him to prevent Bill from jerking his cock out when he started to come. She felt him shaking, and she sucked harder and wilder, her tongue fluttering with flying hunger.

"Mother!" he moaned. "Mother, stop! You gotta stop now, Mother!"

But Susan wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop, no matter what. She anticipated the boiling sweetness of her son's jism spurting into her mouth. There was no way he could jerk his cock from her.

"Mother! Ohhhh, Mother!"

Susan felt the spasms go through her son's cock before he came. She closed her lips tightly around his prickhead, her tongue fluttering across his piss-hole. Her mind was reeling, and when she tasted his thick come juice splashing upon her tongue, her cunt erupted into a massive orgasm. She screamed around his cock as she came, her sucking mouth devouring the gushing jism, her throat working to swallow it.

Bill's body thrashed about as he came, his hips jerking. He groaned loudly, beating hard on the bed with his fists. He wasn't trying to pull his spewing cock from his mother's mouth now, but trying to ram it deep into her throat, the urge to push overcoming all else.

"Mother… Mother… Mother!"

Susan came close to fainting as she sucked the jism from her son's cock. The ecstasy rumbling through her, the orgasms that increased and continued sparkling through her cunt were making her weak, but her son was still coming, and she wanted it all. Bill came so much, so very much, filling her mouth until her cheeks ballooned out before she could swallow. Her fingers dug deep into his flexing asscheeks, pulling his hips up as her mouth went down, driving his cock to the back of her throat.

Both were groaning now, loudly, as they came in their different ways.

Finished, Bill slowly relaxed. Susan clung to his cock with her lips, moaning softly now as the shuddering orgasms slowed and finally stopped altogether.

They rested, Bill panting and Susan breathing hard, still clinging to his cock with her lips. The taste of his come juice lingered on her tongue, creating a very pleasant sensation in her body.

Lifting her face, she smiled at her son, caressing his empty balls in a gentle way. She kissed his still shaking stomach, stroked his thighs.

"Was, it good?" she asked, needing his approval.

Bill nodded his head, but didn't say anything.

"Oh, Bill!" she moaned. "Say something!"

"It was good, Mother," he finally said.

"You're being truthful, aren't you? You wouldn't lie to me about this, would you?"

"Mother, it was good," he insisted.

She searched his face, but found only pleasure there. She nuzzled his cock and balls as her hand slid up and down his inner thigh.

"Good enough to let me do it again for you?"

Bill nodded his head, no longer shy. Instead, he ran his hands to his mother's head now and pushed her face against his cock and balls, giving a naughty laugh of pleasure. Susan now laughed with delight, kissing his cock and balls, running her tongue about his crotch.

"That's enough for now," she said, patting his hip as she stood up. "Your sister will be home soon, so I guess you'd better pull your pants up, huh?"

Bill pulled his pants up, then buttoned them. Susan leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. But Bill surprised her. He grabbed her still exposed tits and squeezed them. Susan giggled in pleasure and let him fondle her tits a while.

"Later," she whispered. "Later you can play with mother's titties and ass and cunt all you want."