Naughty balling family

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Hey, Mom, you look terrific," Ted said as he entered his parents living room.

Molly had just finished brushing her long dark hair. She beamed as her grown-up married son entered the room and raise her lips for his kiss.

"You're not just saying that, are you?" she said.

He playfully pinched her ass. "You're sinfully sexy and you know it."

He flopped down onto the sofa and took a good look at his mother as she fixed them thinks. She was dressed in a short-sleeved-silk blouse that showed her deep cleavage. She wore tight white slacks that outlined her full, but still firm asscheeks.

Turning to face him, the older woman winked as she handed him his drink. She knew her sons adored her and she enjoyed turning them on as only a mother can.

Now she wiggled across the room to give him one last look at her ass. Bending over, she saw him staring at her tits as she returned to the sofa.

"What did you want, Son?" she said.

"Everyone's out and I'm bored."

She tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. "Dad's out too and I guess I'm also bored."

"Honest, Mom, you're still a great-looking woman."

She touched his arm. "Sometimes I can't believe I've got sons the age of you and Alan."

"You sure don't look it."

"Oh, you're prejudiced."

"Honest, Mom, you look good enough to eat." Mother and son burst out laughing. "And I mean that in the literal sense."

She sighed. "I wish your father thought so."

"Don't tell me the old man isn't taking care of you."

She sighed again. "You know your father and I have a good marriage, despite the fact that we both… do our own thing occasionally."

Ted gulped his drink. "I'd rather not hear about it."

She giggled. "You're still a little boy in your heart. Wanting to think your parents are perfect."

"Maybe so," he said. "But you really are a great-looking broad, Mom." He gave her an affectionate squeeze as she patted his thigh.

Molly had always been proud of her ability to attract men, but as she grew older it became increasingly difficult to live so close to her two daughters-in-law and now Betsy. They were all so attractive and sexy – and young. So far she still got plenty of attention when she walked down the street. Men liked her and she liked men. But how long would it last?

Now mother and son chatted as she fixed another round of drinks. She went to the stereo and chose some hard rock music. She wiggled her hips and danced her way back to Ted's side.

"Dance with me, Son," she said.

She was pleased at the way he held her as he danced her around the room. The music was hot, but he moved slowly and sensuously.

"If you weren't my mother I'd fuck you, I swear it," he said.

"Oh, Ted, you make me blush when you say things like that."

He held her tight, feeling her big tits burn into his chest. "See, I'm closing my eyes," he said. "Now I don't know you're my mom and I swear you're turning me on."

"Honestly? Do you really mean that?" She pulled his arms more tightly around her back and on an impulse pushed one hand down to her ass.

"This is the way your father and I used to dance," she said.

"Hey, Mom, you've got the ass of a young chick."

"Squeeze it, Son," she said. "My, my, that feels nice."

She had no idea what motivated her. Maybe it was primal lust or the booze. But suddenly she pulled away from him and began undressing, shedding her blouse and slacks and standing before him half-naked.

"Mom, what are you doing?" he said, taking in her curves and making a grab for her.

She wiggled out of his grasp and danced away.

"I don't know what's got into me, but isn't it fun?"

Turning her back to him, she did a little bump and grind and slid her bikinis halfway down her ass. Craning her neck, she gazed at her adult son. His jaw had dropped, but he grinned.

"I think this is some kind of invitation," he said.

The stunning older woman ran her tongue teasingly over her crimson lips. "Let's do it. I don't want to die without trying everything."

Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and slowly let the lacy cups fall away. She turned to face him, proudly thrusting out her heavy, pendulous tits.

Ted clutched his prick.

"Jesus, Mom! You're giving me a hard-on."

She cupped her tits, danced over to his side and felt his cock through his pants.

"Then it's mine and I want it," she pouted.

He made a grab for her tits, but she jumped up and inched her panties down. Soon she stood before him completely naked.

She gyrated her hips wantonly before stepping out of the tiny garment. Ted rose up and dropped his pants. Before he had a chance to remove them Molly crouched before him and kissed the tip of his prick.

"Quick, before someone comes home," she said, yanking his pants and shorts down.

"Jesus Christ!" Ted hissed as she zeroed in on his balls.

He couldn't believe his luck. All his life he'd submerged his sexual feelings for his mother and now here she was sucking his prick.

"You don't think I'm terrible, do you?" she said, vibrating the tip of her tongue over his piss-slit.

"Hell, Mom, I've dreamed about this for years."

"I know, I know…" she moaned softly as she tongued him.

"You do?"

"Yes, of course. All boys want to fuck their mothers."

"Can I suck your tits, Mom?"

"Yes, dear, in a minute."

Molly was amused at the change in his attitude. He was turning into a docile little boy before her eyes. They're all pushovers, she thought, pushovers for a hot, sucking mouth and a tight cunt.

Molly was deep in thought, her pussy wet and her nipples tingling. Suddenly Ted pulled her against him and plunged his mouth down over one of her ripe nipples.

"Mom, are you really going to let me fuck you?"

"Of course, dear. You don't think I'd go this far without going all the way."

She felt dizzy with wanton pleasure. She had done more than her share of fucking in her day, but she had no intention of leaving this world without fucking both her sons.

They lay side by side, Ted's lips fastened to her tits. He moved his hand between her legs and touched her. She squeezed his prick in her fist and squealed with delight.

"Let me suck your cock, Son," she said.

"Let me bring you off, Mom."

He found exactly the right spot on her cunt. She melted against him as he relentlessly masturbated her.

"Go for it, Son," she said. "Keep rubbing me like that and I'll come in a minute."

Her cunt contracted wildly as she came. He thrust a finger into her pussy and she spasmed again. Thick hot cuntjuice poured out over his hand. She trembled violently when he added a second finger to her cuntgash.

"You know just the right buttons to push," she beamed when she recovered her breath.

"Can we fuck now?" He hovered over her, his expression both anxious and loving.

"Yes, darling, fuck me," she said, her strong thighs clamped tightly around his hips.

She raised her ass and waited for him to enter her. He stared down at her in silent appreciation of her lush curves. Slowly and deliberately she reached for his prick and guided it to her pussy. She instinctively knew he wanted her to put it in.

"Jesus, Mom!" he panted when his hard-on was inside her hot sucking pussy.

"Give it to me fast, Son," she said.

After three or four strokes Molly began coming. Shrieking with joy, she clung to him as his hard cock plowed in and out of her pussy.

"I'm coming, Mom!" he said, lunging into her.

Her lust increased when his hot come spilled into her and mixed with her juices.

"It's not a sin, darling," she hissed. "Keep fucking me!"

One afternoon a few days later, Mona arrived home, pulling the car in front of the house. She noticed that all the lights in Alan's house were out except those in Mark's bedroom. As she steered the car into the garage she thought about her nephew and her pussy itched.

She had recently begun thinking about Mark in a sexual way. Now as she walked from the garage to her front door her high heels clicked on the pavement as she pictured the teenager naked.

In a way it was kinky. She was having an affair with Alan and fantasizing about his son. Was the attraction to Mark a reaction to Alan? She didn't know and didn't care. She wanted to fuck the boy and it was as simple as that.

She had been shopping, secure in the knowledge that Alan and Lisa were out of town for a few days. Her own family was away, Ted on a business trip and Betsy at a pajama party.

She opened the back door to her house and went down the hall to Alan's house. She tip-toed upstairs, straining to hear any sounds coming from the boy's room.

When she came to the large bathroom in the hall, she hesitated. She saw a light under Mark's door and slipped her shoes off.

She heard the sound of a television set playing softly and slowly moved toward his door. It was open a few inches so she glanced inside.

She was amused and pleased to see he was in bed. Jerking off, no doubt, she thought. Mark did have his hand on his crotch, but on closer inspection she saw he appeared to be sleeping.

The horny aunt's heart raced as she watched him. Her cunt felt wet, but she resisted touching herself. If she once fondled her pussy she wouldn't be able to stop until she came and she wanted more than a finger today. She wanted Mark.

Then Mark stirred, rose up and began slipping out of his jeans. She held her breath as he unzipped his fly and brought his prick out. Then he dropped his cock and quickly stripped his jeans and shorts off.

She stifled a gasp. Even from this distance his cock resembled his father's and his uncle's too. Her cunt creamed for his teenaged cock. She found herself salivating for it. She wanted to sink her teeth into his cockhead and suck the jism from his balls.

She knew people thought she was shy and withdrawn, but in her heart she was aggressive and daring. She glanced down at her tits and hugged her arms around her chest when the boy took his prick in his fist.

Now her pussy and mouth both drooled. She had every intention of bursting into the room, but for now she wanted to watch him masturbate.

Fortunately Mark didn't start pumping away. Instead he held the very tip of his cockhead, and squeezed it lightly. He used his free hand to cradle his balls. Mona's breathing became labored, she was so turned-on.

She sank back into the dark hallway as he stood before the mirror above his dresser. He flexed his muscles and raised his arms over his head. She relaxed when he pulled his tee-shirt off and admired his naked body. He grinned at his image in the mirror before returning to bed.

"Who's out there?" he, said.

Mona froze, but only briefly. Then she slipped into the room and faced him, eyeball to eyeball.

"It's me, Mark. Your door was open and I wanted to make sure you were okay. And it looks like you're in fine shape." Her hands on her hips, she smiled as she stared at his prick.

"Jesus Christ!" he murmured.

She had confidence now. She sat down on the bed next to him and closed her fingers around his cock.

"It's nice and hard," she said. "Too hard to waste, don't you think?"

"Yeah, if you say so, Aunt Mona," he said as she stroked his hot-fleshed prick.

"I've been standing there watching you," she said excitedly, gently stroking his prick. "I can make you feel so good, Mark. Much better than you can make yourself feel."

"Jesus, okay, Aunt Mona," he croaked as she hovered over him.

She wasted no time in undressing. She noticed his eyes as he drank in her pointed tits and dark blonde pussy. She was intent on making his prick rock-hard. When it was very, very hard she planned to sit on it.

Her own pleasure was intense as she pumped his cock. Mark's nose twitched and his chest heaved as her fingers flew up and down his prickshaft.

Suddenly, without any warning, his cock exploded, spraying her hand with slick jism. She hummed as she pumped and licked up the excess spunk drenching her fingers.

"Well," she said, "that's out of the way. Now I'll make it hard again."

Flopping onto her belly between his legs, she began hungrily licking his prick. She loved the taste of the come that clung to his cock and balls. She loved the way he gazed at her as she tenderly licked his nuts.

It took longer than she expected to bring his cock up again, but she enjoyed herself so much it didn't matter.

"I'm going to get on top of you when we fuck," she said.

"Sure, Aunt Mona," Mark said.

She reminded him of his cousin. What would Betsy say if she knew he had fucked her mother?

"I'm going to suck it again first, but I don't want you to come in my mouth. Promise?"

"Yeah."

Lowering her head, she once again zeroed in on his balls. She loved the special taste and smell of his nuts. She tongued them for a while and then worked her lips halfway down his cockshaft.

"You're not scared, are you?" she said.

"Naw."

Her soft moist lips sucked on his cocktip. "Do you think you're going to like fucking me?"

"Sure."

Mounting him, she pushed his legs apart and moved his prick between her thighs. She raised her ass, held his cock at the entrance to her cunt and sank down.

"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed, throwing her head back when his prick entered her.

Mark groaned when his aunt's pussy closed around his sensitive cockhead. She was as tight and slick-feeling as his mother and he had to use every ounce of control he could muster not to come.

She paid little attention to him after that. She held her tits and caressed them as she bounced up and down over his prick.

"God, I love it!" she chanted again and again. "God, I love fucking!"

"Can I suck your cunt when we're through?" Mark said.

Bending down over him, the wanton blonde kissed him full on the mouth. "Give me some tongue," she purred, holding his cock inside her strong-muscled cunt. "We'll talk about sucking me later."