Mom's the best sucker

CHAPTER FIVE

With his cock resting in the palm of her hand, Carol lay on the couch, her lovely dark-blonde hair fanned about her beautiful face. Roger ran his eyes over his mother's naked body, seeing her flawlessly tight, round tits, with her light brown nipples still arching upward. He saw her flat stomach, her narrow waist, then her long, long legs. Finally he gazed again at the thick triangle of her curly cunt hair.

Carol's face still gleamed with fuck juice and her eyes burned with a light that was both perverse and delighted as she looked at the head of his cock.

"Pee in my face!" She whispered.

"AW, Mother."

"Do it, baby," she urged in a throaty voice. "I want you to pee in my face. Please, Roger, piss in my cocksucking face!"

Roger giggled nervously, not knowing if his mother was playing or not.

"Yes, it is a cocksucking face, Roger," she murmured. "Didn't I just suck your cock, make you come in my face? That makes Mother's face a cocksucking face, I'd say. Now I want you to piss in it. I want you to hold your sweet cock up and send your hot piss into my face!"

"Do it!" she hissed.

"I'll try!" he agreed.

He shoved his hips out a little, holding his cock up. Carol stared at the piss hole, holding her breath. She ran her tongue over her lips, getting a slight taste of Roger's come juice.

"Piss," Carol hissed. "Piss in Mother's face!"

Roger strained, and began to dribble a little piss. Carol watched and began to gurgle as pee dropped to her tits.

"More!" she urged hotly. "Piss more, darling!"

Roger tried, but something was holding him back.

"Ohhbh, please, baby!" she pleaded hotly. "Piss on me! Piss on Mother! Piss on Mother's tits and wash my face in your hot piss! Hurry, Roger! Oh, God, please hurry and piss in my cocksucking face!"

Carol's hips twisted on the couch, her legs opening and closing as she stared and waited for her son to send a hot stream of piss across her tits and face. She squeezed his balls then turned them loose. She shoved his fingers away from his cock and took hold of it herself, aiming the piss hole at her straining tits.

"Piss on them!" she shouted. "Piss on Mother's fucking tits and piss in my cocksucking face! Piss on me now, Roger!"

"I'm trying, Mother."

Carol waited, holding her son's cock with a thumb and finger.

With a sigh, Roger released his piss.

"Ohhhh!" Carol gurgled as the golden piss splashed across her naked tits. She worked his cock about, causing his piss to rain upon both her tits, drenching them with wetness. Her nipples bulged up hard, tingling. The hot piss on her creamy flesh sent a shiver of ecstasy flooding through her, and her cunt twitched and began to pulsate again. She washed her hand across her piss-soaked tits, then, with a wild cry of perverse rapture, shoved her hand between her spreading thighs and began to finger-fuck herself vigorously, humping her hips up and down. She twisted her son's cock until the hot piss was raining directly into her face. She squealed as she began to come, her cunt pumping at her buried fingers. The hot piss washed his come juice from her face and neck and Carol closed her eyes, aiming his piss from her forehead to her chin.

Roger stared down at her, his eyes big and excited.

"Oh, Mother!"

"Piss in my fucking face!" she whimpered, stabbing all her fingers in and out of her hairy, gripping cunt. "Piss in my face! I love it, Roger! Oh, God! Piss all over Mother! It's so hot, so wet! I'm coming, darling! Mother's cunt is coming and don't stop pissing on me!"

But Roger was finished.

His cock dribbled and finally stopped.

"Ohhhh. I want more!" Carol sobbed, and suddenly lifted her head. She closed her lips around the end of her son's cock, sucking wildly.

She drew a few final drops of hot pies from his prick into her mouth, and swallowed greedily. Her hand was squeezing her cunt now, smashing her clitoris.

"Oh, God!" she wailed, falling back to the couch, legs splayed wide open and her arms loose now. "Wonderful! So fucking wonderful, Roger!"

"Did you really like it, Mother?"

"I loved it, darling," she said softly, her eyes filled with love for him. "I loved it as much as having your cock come in my face and up my cunt."

She lifted her head, kissing the tip of his prick.

"Now, go shower and then find Ginger to play with."

She sat up on the couch, caressing her wet tits. "What are you going to do, Mother?"

"I'm going to clean myself up," she said, "and get all pretty for you. You don't think we're going to stop fucking each other now, do you?"

"I hope not! Mother!" he grinned.

"Then get cleaned up!" she said, slapping his hip playfully, "and when you find Ginger, don't try to fuck her."

"Why not?" Roger asked.

"Because I have some ideas." His mother grinned wickedly. "Play with her, feel her little cunt all you want, but wait before you try to fuck her."

"Ginger will let me fuck her," he said.

"Oh, she will, huh?" Carol looked at him. "Have you fucked your cousin, Roger?"

He shook his head. "We just play around, Mother."

She looked at him for a long time then pulled playfully at his cock. "Get cleaned up, find her and come back here."

"What are you gonna do! Mother?" he asked. "With Ginger, I mean?"

She gave her son a mysterious look. "You'll like it, whatever it is I do with her, I promise you that. Don't think I didn't notice you two playing around, making fun of me."

"We weren't making fun of you! Mother," he said.

"I know. I just said that. Besides, I guess I did show a little of my ass to you two kids, didn't I?"

"You damn near showed all your ass!" Roger giggled.

After her son had cleaned up and dressed, Carol bathed for a long time in a tub of almost scalding water. She loved to bathe in water so hot it would blister anyone else.

For a fleeting moment, splashing the hot water over her tits, Carol felt a twinge of misgiving for fucking her son. There was no sense in her trying to deny the ecstasy she had felt – that was real, very real. If only she would be satisfied just fucking him, she thought, it would be okay, then her conscience wouldn't bother her.

It was the wildness in her that demanded more, the intense perversity she felt her body demanding. She didn't feel degraded to have her son piss in her face, squirt his sweet, hot come juice there. She couldn't be degraded and humiliated if that was what she wanted. It would only be humiliating if it happened when she didn't want it and, Carol grinned to herself, she wanted it, wanted it badly.

She wondered how she could change so suddenly from a shy, slightly inhibited woman, a mother who enjoyed wild fantasies, into a woman demanding such erotic enjoyment. Her fantasies had become real, and she loved it.

The water was starting to cool, but she kept splashing it over her tits. She had lovely tits, she thought, cupping and lifting them. Her son had sucked them wonderfully, drawing on her sensitive nipples sweetly, strongly. She twisted her nipples gently, remembering how he had hesitated a bit when she asked him to piss on her. And he had done it.

Carol had wild fantasies about being pissed on, especially in her face and now it had happened. It was hotter than she had imagined it would be. She wasn't surprised that she had come as her son raked his hot, sweet piss into face. She leaned her head on the back of the tub, smiling as she remembered how it had felt, his hot piss splashing into her face. She had wanted to part her lips then, to take his piss between them, taste it, drink it.

Carol shrugged, sitting up to finish her bath before the water became too cold. Maybe next time she would, open her mouth, she thought and get him to piss into it.

She climbed from the tub, toweling her sleek body with a fluffy towel. Her skin glowed pinkly and she was pleased that she had such a beautiful and shapely body for her son to enjoy. She had been in the tub over half an hour, and Roger should have returned home by now. Unless he had found his cousin, and had her leaning up against a wall someplace, showing Ginger what she had taught him that morning. Carol grinned to herself, trying to picture her son with his cock between the slim, young thighs of his pretty cousin, pressing into her succulent, hairless cunt. A throbbing started in her own pussy as she brushed her hair, thinking of her son fucking Ginger.

Stepping into a pair of very lacy, flimsy panties, Carol decided it was now time to get rid of all her utilitarian cotton panties. They weren't sexy enough, and she had always hated them. She bundled them up, and, wearing nothing but her bikini panties, walked through the house and dumped them all into the trash container. She flipped her middle finger at the discarded panties, and waggled her skimpily covered ass back to the bedroom, where she slipped into a pleated skirt that swirled about her hips and thighs when she twisted, and a tight blouse that stretched across her straining, naked tits. Stepping into high heels, she felt ready to greet her son when he returned.

Roger had found his cousin, brought her home with him. Carol found herself seeing Ginger in a different way now that she knew what Roger had been doing with her. Her niece was a lovely bundle of sweetness, with big, expressive eyes that had a smoldering quality. Ginger was a year younger than Roger, yet seemed to exude a sexual nature quite unusual in a girl so young.

The tight sun suit Ginger had on molded her sweet, saucy little ass to perfection, showing the tight and compact curve of each asscheek. Her slim thighs were a golden tan, very smooth looking. For tits, there were two small bulges where Ginger's nipples were, nothing more. Carol looked for a panty line on the sun suit but didn't see one. The idea that her niece was naked beneath the sun suit sent a quiver along the puffy, hairy lips of her own cunt.

Roger must have said something to Ginger, Carol felt. The little girl was quieter than usual, sitting with her hands folded in her lap, looking around with her big eyes. Carol felt tension in the room as she sat next to her niece. The tension, she knew, came from not knowing what and how much Roger had told Ginger, and if Ginger was going to cooperate with them.

The answer came when Ginger rested her palm on Carol's knee, peeking up with pretended bashfulness at her, a tiny smile starting on her lovely, moist mouth. Roger was standing, facing them, grinning from ear to ear as he watched and waited. Carol glanced at her son, then at her niece.

"Aunt Carol!" Ginger cried softly, and squeezed Carol's knee.

"God!" Carol moaned and placed her hand on top of Ginger's. She pressed Ginger's palm against her knee, then slipped it upward on her thigh, barely beneath her pleated akin.

"Ooooo, Aunt Carol," Ginger whispered, turning her face up to Carol, her young eyes swimming, slightly unfocused.

Carol trembled, unable to keep her hands off her niece. She rested her palm on a naked thigh and slowly stroked, feeling the creamy sweetness of Ginger's flesh. The skin felt hot and buttery smooth and she pressed her fingers between her niece's thighs. Ginger gurgled with pleasure, and flung her knees wide apart.

Roger fumbled with his pants, and pulled his cock out. Carol turned to look at him, her eyes dancing with heat. She ran her tongue over her lips as she moved her hand inquisitively toward her niece's little cunt. Roger stroked his cock, watching his mother and cousin.

"Ooo, look at Roger!" Ginger giggled.

"I see," Carol purred, her hands shaking. She had never felt a pussy other than her own before, and she was so anxious to do it, her cunt was bubbling. She felt her panties turning wet as her pussy began to seep those slippery, hot juices.

"Feel her up, Mother!" Roger said in a strange, cracking voice. "Feel Ginger's pussy, Mother."

Carol looked at Ginger. The little girl was gazing up at her, those eyes enormous, expressing a willingness to be felt up. Ginger nodded her head, a slight up and down movement. Her knees were very wide now. Her small fingers were digging into her aunt's thigh halfway to her crotch.

Carol's fingers were shaking as she moved her hand higher. She gasped as she made contact with her niece's crotch. She could feel the steaming heat through the material of the sunsuit.

With a soft cry, Carol shot her other arm around Ginger's small shoulders and pulled her tight.

Roger saw his mother's lips close against those of his cousin. Seeing them kissing so hungrily sent his cock to throbbing up and down, beads of clear liquid dripping from his piss hole. He squeezed his cock with excitement, breathing heavily with visual delight.

Carol parted her lips and thrust her tongue into her niece's mouth. She was surprised and delighted when Ginger began to suck with a strong, wild greediness. Carol rubbed her hand up and down Ginger's crotch, feeling the wet heat that radiated out from that young cunt. Ginger twisted her small ass on the cushions, squirming and whimpering as she sucked at her aunt's darting, licking tongue.

"Oooooo, baby!" Carol whimpered, and shoved her fingers beneath the crotch of her niece's sunsuit. She felt the hotness of the young girl's cunt lips, locating the rigid clitoris.

Ginger gasped with pleasure, her lips pulling on Carol's tongue hard, her small hand darting up Carol's body to clutch a straining tit. Carol cried out with pleasure as her niece squeezed her tit, those small fingers testing the firmness, barely able to cup the tit mound. Carol's finger slipped down, and entered the exquisitely tight lips of Ginger's bubbling little cunt.

"Ooooo, Aunt Carol!" Ginger whimpered as she sucked Carol's tongue. "Ohhhh, that feels good, Aunt Carol!"

Carol thrust her middle finger deep into her niece's pussy, feeling the satiny walls, the slippery wetness. Such a young cunt, so tight and hot, she wondered if Roger could get his cock inside.

She fucked her finger in and out of her niece's cunt, finger-fucking her swiftly, feeling the tight heat gripping in flexing motions about her finger. Ginger rested her head on the back of the couch, her eyes rolling about with a dreamy movement, her young lips parted as she gasped and purred in pleasure. Her small ass twisted and arched, her legs parted as far as they would go.

Roger couldn't stand and watch. His cock was bulging much too hard. He stepped toward them, and immediately Ginger lifted her hand and grasped his cock.

"Jerk him, Ginger!" Carol urged hotly. "Jack on my son's cock, baby! That's it… pump his hard prick!"

"Oooo, I like hard cock!" Ginger gurgled, churning her hips up and down to meet the thrust of her aunt's fucking finger, pounding her small fist back and forth on Roger's throbbing prick. "I love hard cock! I like to feel and hold and jerk on Roger's hard cock!"

Carol's eyes blazed with passion as she watched Ginger's fist, her middle finger stabbing in and out of the wet tightness, then up to smash and rub the tiny, extremely sensitive clit of Ginger.

"Feel me!" Carol cried. "Ginger, feel my cunt!"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Carol!" Ginger sobbed, and shoved her hand under the pleated skirt. Carol opened her legs and Ginger cupped her hairy cunt outside her panties, squeezing and rubbing. "You're so hot. Aunt Carol! Your pussy feels so hot and wet!"

"It is, baby," Carol gasped, kissing at Ginger's cheek, licking at the sweet flesh. "My cunt is wet and hot!"

"Take my clothes off!" Ginger sobbed, grinding her little ass frantically. "Please, take my clothes off! I want to be naked, real naked!"

"You sweet little thing!" Carol whispered heatedly. "So sweet and so hot! Yes, of course I'll take your clothes off, baby."

She pushed her niece forward to get to the buttons at the back of the sunsuit, then peeled it from Ginger's arms. The two small nipples strained out hard, mounds of burgeoning tits showing. Carol couldn't resist them. She closed her palm over one tit and lowered her mouth to the other, sucking hungrily, her tongue swirling about the tight knob.

Ginger shoved her sunsuit past her hips, lifting her feet to remove it. She cooed and sighed as her aunt kept sucking at her small tit. Naked, she parted her young legs very wide and grasped her cousin's straining cock again, holding very tightly.

Carol sucked first one tiny nipple, then the other, her hand sliding up and down the flat, trembling stomach of her niece, between her thighs to feel the burning sweetness of that hairless little pussy slit.

Roger, standing near his cousin so she could cling to his hard, throbbing cock, watched as his mother felt and fondled Ginger's cunt. Ginger's hand was beneath Carol's skirt, and Carol's exciting thighs were exposed. The idea of seeing his mother and cousin touching each other, two girls playing with each other's cunt, sent his balls into tightness of pleasure.

"Can Roger fuck me?"

Carol lifted her mouth from a rigid nipple, laughing in a lewd way.

"I'm surprised you two haven't been fucking already, Ginger," Carol said, her eyes flashing with heat.

"Can he?" Ginger asked again.

"Of course my son can fuck you, baby," Carol said in a thick voice. "I want to see his cock inside your sweet little cunt!"

"Oooooooo, I wanna fuck now!" Ginger moaned. "Right now!"