Naughty balling family

CHAPTER SIX

A week later Mona insisted, that Betsy go shopping with her after school. The men were at work and Lisa sat alone in her bedroom, still dressed in a sheer robe at three in the afternoon.

As she filed her fingernails she thought about how horny she was. She sighed. She was fucking three men regularly. First there was her husband, then her father-in-law and brother-in-law. But it wasn't enough. Her sexual needs were getting out of hand and she didn't know what to do about it.

When she glanced up, she saw Mark in the yard staring in at her. She saw at once by the look on his face that her half-dressed body was exciting him.

My God, he's growing up so fast, she thought.

"What are you doing, darling?" she called out.

"Just hanging out, Mom," he said.

"Come on up and keep me company. I'm alone too."

The words were out before she had a chance to examine her innermost motives. The teenager hesitated for a long moment. Then he nodded and bounded into the house.

The horny mother instinctively tied her sheer robe more tightly around her curves. He's my son, she thought. What does it matter if he sees a little cleavage?

She tried not to think about the way he looked at her lately. But when he entered her room, it thrilled her to see the look of admiration on his face.

"How come you're not out with your friends?" she said, continuing to file her nails.

He flopped down onto the bed. "I thought I'd just hang around the house."

She tried to stop the beating of her heart, but the way Mark was staring at her tits made her feel undressed.

They chatted casually. Lisa tried to steer the conversation around to school and sports. She'd been horny all morning and if Mark wasn't around she would probably be jerking off by now.

As they talked she couldn't help but wonder how her son would be in bed. He was almost a man and considering the bulge in the front of his jeans he was probably a horny kid.

It seemed so strange to be examining her own child this way. She had given birth to him many years ago. She had pushed him through her birth canal and nursed him. Now as she gazed at his lean young body she thought it would be a kick to fuck him.

Once she realized the idea appealed to her she became calmer. Her pussy moistened at the prospect of having her own child's cock up her pussy. She salivated when she imagined taking his cock into her mouth.

Mark was rambling on about the football team, but his eyes were focused on her tits. Lisa finished her nails and began brushing her hair.

"Darling, you've been staring at me like mad," she smiled.

He reddened. "I have?"

Tossing the hairbrush down, she swirled around on the chair and faced him. "Yes, you have, and you're making me self-conscious." Giggling, she glanced down at her half-exposed boobs. "You've seen me like this before. They're just tits."

"Aw, Mom," he blushed, punching a pillow and remembering how she'd looked being fucked by his uncle.

The horny mother crossed her legs, aware that she was showing the boy a lot of thigh.

"Do you think I'm pretty, darling?"

His voice was tight and he averted his eyes.

"I think you're beautiful."

An almost electric surge of excitement raged through her.

"Would you like to see all of me?"

The boy stared at her, his eyes dark and limpid. "Are you kidding, Mom?"

Lisa's heart pounded. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. Almost defiantly she rose up and untied her robe.

"Why shouldn't you get a good look at my tits? They're pretty. I've nothing to hide."

She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her tits out. Her firm, big-nippled tits jiggled slightly and the teenager's eyes widened.

"Jesus, Mom!" he breathed.

"I nursed you with these tits," she said more calmly. "There's no reason to hide them now." She glanced down at her chest, pleased with what she saw. "Do you think they're pretty?"

"Jesus, Mom, you've got the best pair I ever saw."

The hot-blooded mother was fully aware of the hard-on he had in his jeans. She could hardly keep her eyes off his crotch. Now she stood next to the bed with her robe open, her pussy hidden by her panties.

She sat down next to the boy and took his hand. "When you were little and nursing you used to squeeze my tits like crazy. I don't suppose you remember, but your dad and I used to laugh and say you'd be a tit-man when you grew up." She leaned over, patting his chest and belly lightly. "Are you a tit-man, darling, now that you're almost a man?"

He cleared his throat nervously. "I guess so."

"I love having my tits played with, Son," she whispered. "I really love it."

He gulped. "You do?"

"I do, darling," she smiled, guiding his hand toward her tit.

"Jesus, Mom…"

She let out a soft sigh when his fingers touched her tits. A tremor surged through he pussy. She was hornier than she realized.

"Oh, darling, that feels so good," she said when his confidence increased and he gently moved both hands over her tits.

When he touched her nipples, she gasped. They hardened at once and when she met Mark's eyes she beamed.

"See how excited you're making me?" she said.

"Jesus, Mom, I can't believe you're letting me do this."

"You mustn't ever tell anyone," she said, covering his hands with hers. "Oh, darling, I'm so excited now that you're touching me. Kiss them, sweetheart. Kiss mother's tits, she wants it so much."

He flushed crimson and continued squeezing her tits.

"Now?" he croaked.

She nodded, half-dazed with excitement.

"Yes, now!" she hissed.

When his lips made contact with her tits, her pussy spasmed wetly.

"Oh, baby, you're making me so wet."

She trembled when he extended his tongue and lapped it over her nipples. He held her tits in both hands. She cradled his head as she had when he nursed on her tits only now there was no milk. Now as he sucked her stiff nipples into his mouth she had a mild climax.

"Darling, you just made me come," she giggled.

He smacked his lips over her tits, apparently unwilling to release them long enough to respond to her words. But a look of pride and confidence crossed his face. In that moment the incestuous mother knew he would be a wonderful lover.

"Keep sucking," she said, stroking the back of his head and holding his mouth firmly against her full tits. "My darling baby boy is still a tit-man."

He moved from one tit to the other. The longer he sucked the more excited Lisa became.

"You're perspiring, honey," she said. "Why don't you take your tee-shirt off?"

When he pulled his shirt off, she pushed him down on his back and began stroking his chest. Her tits hung over his chest.

"Can I suck them again, Mom?"

"I've got something better for you."

She smiled, nibbling his nipples and guiding one of his hands between her legs. His fingers singed her already hot pussy. She clamped her legs shut around his hand and peppered his chest with kisses.

"Wait, I'm going to take my panties off," she said. "Then you can really touch my pussy."

"You mean it?"

"Of course."

As she spoke she peeled her panties down. She held them in her hand and on an impulse thrust them against his face.

"Do you like the smell?"

He grabbed the panties from her hand, crushed them to his face and inhaled deeply.

"I love it."

Giggling softly, she tore the panties from his hand, tossed them onto the floor and stretched out next to him.

"Come here and let mother undress you," she said. "Since it looks like we've started something, why not get comfortable?"

When she had his zipper down, she had him stand up so she could pull his jeans off. She pulled his shorts down at the same time and when his cock sprang into view she inhaled sharply.

His cock was bigger than she anticipated and it was hard as steel. It was cushioned by big hairy balls that trembled when she touched them.

"I see you're more grown up than I thought," she said.

He flushed, beaming at her words. "I might come if you keep doing that," he muttered.

She continued stroking his cock and balls.

"Then go ahead and come, darling. I'm sure you can get it hard again."

They lay down side by side, her naked tits spilling over and her legs spread. As she pumped his prick, he thrust his hand between her legs. She was amused and pleased at his aggressiveness.

"Do you like my pussy?" she said.

The boy blushed, averting his eyes from the same pussy he'd seen his uncle fucking.

"I guess so," he said.

She stopped stroking his prick. "You guess so? What does that mean?"

"I think it's beautiful," he said, probing her slick cuntlips. "I guess you're excited. You're pussy's so wet."

"I am, baby, I am."

"Can I stick my finger in there?"

"Don't be so polite. Just go ahead and do whatever you want."

Smiling down at the teenager, she guided his index finger into her cunthole.

"Jesus, it's grabbing my finger," he said, grinning.

"That's the way it will grab your cock." She bit her lower lip and giggled. "If you want to fuck me, that is."

"Do you mean it? Can I fuck you?"

"We'll see," the horny mother said. "Right now let's see how good you are with a finger."

Stretching out on her back, she opened her legs and guided his finger all the way into her pussy. In a moment frothy white juice coated his fingers and dampened her pussy. The boy looked mesmerized as his finger fucked her.

"Oh, yes, darling, you're making mother very hot," she moaned. "You can touch me here too if you want to." She pointed toward her cuntcurls.

Gaining in confidence, the teenager lay on his side and rubbed his fingers up and down her pussyslit. Occasionally he plunged a finger into her cuntgash, but he seemed more interested in examining every nook and cranny of her pussy.

"My little boy," she beamed breathing rapidly and wiggling her hips. She grabbed his hand and moved it up. "Now, here. You know what a clit is, don't you?"

"Sure."

He touched her slippery clit. When she squealed girlishly, he grinned. She had a big clit, much bigger than Betsy's. He wondered if all women had clits like his mother's.

"Oh, baby, you certainly do know what a clit is," she said. "And you certainly know what to do with it. That's it. Rub it back and forth like that." She closed her eyes and folded her hands on her chest. She took a deep breath. "Oh, my, you're a good lover, darling."

The teenager gazed down at his horny mother and pridefully continued rubbing her clit. In the next few minutes her face changed and her breathing quickened. She looked remarkably like Betsy when he and his cousin made out.

Suddenly Lisa sat up and pushed his hand away. "I don't want to come yet," she said. "Don't touch me here any more. Stick your finger back inside me." When she lay back, he returned his index finger to her cunthole and thrust it in and out. Lisa opened her eyes and stared at him.

"Don't stop," she said, licking her lips frantically and thrashing her legs in the air.

Her cunt sizzled as he fingered her. Despite her resolve not to come, she felt the sensations of an orgasm begin to engulf her.

"Let me," she said, hovering over the boy. "Let me give you an orgasm, baby. Then I promise I'll make it hard again and we can fuck."

The boy was bewildered, but happy to comply with her wishes. She crawled between his legs and began stroking his upthrust prick.

"It's gonna hit your face, Mom," he said.

"Let me worry about that."

With a wicked grin, she skinned his cock until he came.

"Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he gasped as his jism hit her cheek.

"I love it, Son," she said, taking the next shot of come on her tits.

When he was through, he groaned, closed his eyes and covered them with his hand. Lisa made him watch as she rubbed his spunk into her tits.

"Some women love the taste and feel of jism," she explained.

The boy thought about Betsy and how she loved to swallow his come. Blushing, he had difficulty meeting his mother's eyes. Lisa didn't miss the look.

"I guess you know that, don't you? You're a man of experience, right? My baby probably lost his cherry long ago."

"Aw, Mom."

"Don't be shy with me, baby," she said, taking the youngster's limp cock into her mouth.

"Jesus!" he wheezed. "Jesus!"

She sucked his prick steadily for the next five minutes. By then it had stiffened, again and she knew this hard-on would last.

"Oh, darling, now we can fuck a long time," she breathed, hungrily nibbling his cock and balls.

"Jesus, Mom, do you mean it?"

She gave his prick a loving squeeze.

"Would I go this far if I didn't?"

He grinned. "I guess not."

"Fuck me, Son," she said, still stroking and licking his prick and balls.

"Do you want me to get on top?" he said in a husky voice.

Rolling onto her back, she opened her legs and pulled them back to her chest. Pointing lasciviously at her pussy, she smiled.

"Sock it to me, baby."

The boy quickly climbed between her legs. Lisa grabbed his prick and eased it between her cuntlips. Shivering with unbridled joy, she gave a tug and shoved his prick inside her pussy.

"You're in!" she cried.

The boy had never felt anything like it. Her cunt felt different from Betsy's. It seemed to be sucking the life out of his prick. It felt hot and very tight. It closed around him and then released, closed around him and released again and again.

"Oh, baby, you don't know how good it's going to get before we're through."

The hot-cunted mother prepared to give him the fuck of his young life. She had a great gift to give him, a gift only a mother can give her son.

"Mom, I love you," he said, burying his face in her neck.

"Kiss me, darling," she said, squeezing her cunt around his prick.

When they kissed, she thrust her, tongue in and out of his mouth.

"I'm fucking your mouth and you're fucking my pussy," she said.

She grasped his hips and helped him find a rhythm. She showed him how to corkscrew into her so his cockshaft rasped against her clit with every thrust.

The friction on her blood-engorged clit brought her to the peak of excitement. At the same time the boy fucked her faster and harder as his own excitement mounted. Fucking Betsy was great, but fucking his mother was much better. He rode her instinctively, rotating his hips and thrusting deeply.

"How'm I doing, Mom," he gasped.

"Wonderful, darling, wonderful. Oh, my God, you're making me come!"

He slammed into her with all his strength as she climaxed. She screamed with joy and the more she shrieked the harder he fucked her.

"Oh, darling, come inside me," she cried, flinging her arms around his neck.

Her slick juiced-up cunt sucked around the base of his prick. He panted for breath as his cock streaked in and out of her. She dug her fingers into his ass and cried out when his cock exploded inside her.

"Give me all of it!" she hissed, clutching his asscheeks and snaking her fingers into his asscrack. "Give me every damn drop!"