Bob stood at her side.
Susan continued to stare at her son's outlined cock.
She lifted her eyes to his face, licking her lips in a nervous gesture, her body trembling. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed. Bob didn't make a mow, but just stood there, looking down at her legs, his hips arched forward suggestively.
"Ohhh, baby," Susan murmured, sliding her hand between her son's knees.
She squeezed his knee, then moved her hand up his thigh. When she almost touched the leg of his trunks, she paused. She was sure she could feel the heat of his young balls.
Bob leaned down, and Susan made no protest as he opened her wraparound. The sun burned down upon Susan's body. Her son gazed, seeing her upstanding tits and rigid nipples, the flatness of her stomach, the thick hair of her cunt. Susan dug her fingers into his thigh, barely breathing as he looked at her.
Susan uncrossed her ankles and slowly opened her legs.
Bob gasped as he gazed between them, seeing the pink lips of his mother's cunt, seeing them glistening wetly. The tip of her clit showed from the cunt slit, throbbing in a visible way.
"Like me?" Susan whispered huskily.
Bob nodded, swallowing hard.
Susan slipped her hand into the leg of her son's shorts, tracing her fingertips along the shaft of his cock. Then she wrapped her hand about his prick, squeezing. Shoving his trunks to one side, Susan exposed her son's cock and balls. She gazed hard at them, seeing the thickness, the swollen head, the pin hole seeping that clear fuck fluid. She looked at his balls, and realized Bob wasn't old enough to have very much hair on them.
With his cock sticking from his trunks, she began to stroke his prick, writhing her hips as he watched.
"Please," she murmured. "Please."
She pulled at his cock, indicating to her son where she wanted him.
Bob knelt on the lounge between his mother's thighs. Susan spread her thighs very wide, watching his cock lurch up and down. Bob knelt there for what seemed hours to her, just staring at her cunt. His hands rested on his thighs, and his eyes were glowing like embers. Her cunt was juicy, very juicy now. The curly hair spread along each puffy cunt lip, disappearing into the crack of her ass. Susan placed her hands on her naked tits, gently squeezing them, her nipples pressing between her fingers. She lifted her ass and twisted, offering her steaming cunt to her son.
Bob slid his hand along the smoothness of his mother's thigh, then poked tenderly at her clit. Susan's hips jerked upward as a small whimper came from her mouth. She almost came.
"Inside," she whispered, her voice throaty.
Bob pressed a finger into his mother's cunt. Susan mewled as she felt it. The lips of her cunt gripped his finger as his knuckles pressed them. Bob fucked his finger back and forth a few times, and Susan rotated her hips, arching her cunt to his finger.
"Inside," she whispered again.
"It is, Mom," he replied, croaking.
"Not your finger," she said, a slight blush on her lovely face. "That." She pointed to his upstanding cock. "I want that inside, baby."
"Really, Mom?" Bob asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Really?"
Susan grinned nervously, nodding her head. She opened her legs as wide as they would go, bet feet hanging on each side of the lounge, her pint lifted up. She held her arms up to him.
"Oh, wow!" Bob grunted, and fell across his mother's naked body. His cock moved right into Susan's cunt without assistance.
He felt the head penetrate her cunt, and she growled in delight as she hugged him to her naked tits. She lifted her hips, sucking her son's cock completely into her juicy cunt. His hard cock almost sent her into orgasm immediately. After a year of not having a cock, Susan's ain't was greedy. She lifted her long legs, then wrapped them about her son's hips, locking her ankles across his ass.
Feeling the tight heat of his mother's cunt holding his cock, Bob groaned next to her ear. He fought to keep from coming right away, and, when the feeling subsided, he moved his hips up and down very slowly, fucking his cock in and out of those hairy, wet, steaming cunt lips.
Her son's weight smashed her firm tits almost flat, and Susan mewled as he started fucking her. She arched her crotch up and down, matching his slow rhythm. His cock went deep, and even the harsh scratching of his trunks on her inner thighs felt good. She hugged him tightly, kissing at his shoulder and neck, licking his flesh with her tongue. She twisted her ass with ecstasy.
Slipping her hands down his back, she clutched the checks of her son's ass, digging her fingers through the trunks as he fucked up and down. She began to pant and gasp, arching hard into his cock. The wet sounds of his fucking thrilled her, and she drew her knees up his sides, placing them at his shoulders. This lifted her ass very high, and Bob was almost on his knees, fucking her faster and faster. She loved the way his cock fucked in hard, smashing the hot lips of her cunt, her throbbing clit.
When Bob began to fuck hard and fast, Susan churned her crotch with him, gasping softly, making tiny squeals as her ecstasy increased significantly. Her cunt gripped his cock in a waving motion.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Oh, baby!"
"Mom!" he grunted, banging his cock almost frantically into her cunt. "Oh, Mom!"
"Hard, Bob!" she gasped. "Real hard! Ooo, harder, harder, and faster… oh, God, hard and fast!"
Her eyes closed as they rolled. She swallowed the scream that came to her throat as her boiling orgasm began. She came with shuddering whimpers, clinging to her son's ass with tight fingers, ramming her convulsing cunt up and down, riding his throbbing cock in a frenzy of sweet ecstasy.
"Ohhh, again!" she yelped in surprise. "I'm doing it again, darling! Ohhh… oooo, I'm coming – again!"
Her second orgasm was even stronger. It was so strong, she felt as if her cunt was exploding. Her mind went blank, and she wondered if she was going to faint and miss his squirting come juice. She wanted that… to feel her son's cock exploding inside her squeezing cunt, feel the hot spray of his come juice splash the velvety walls of her hungry pussy.
She was still coming violently when her son suddenly and unexpectedly jerked his cock from her holding cunt.
"No!" she yelped. "Nooo, please!"
But it was too late.
Bob had yanked his cock out of her cunt, sliding his prick through the hair of her pussy, squirting in rapid jerks, sending thick come juice through her cunt hair and over her trembling stomach.
"Oh, I wanted it!" she wailed. "I want it so badly, baby!"
Bob rested like dead weight on top of her. With frustrated tears in her eyes, she stroked his trembling back, running her bands from his shoulders to his as. Her long legs spread around him.
Bob lifted his head up, looking into his mother's teary eyes. She held the checks of his ass, gazing up at him.
"I wanted it, darling," she whispered. "Why did you take it out?"
"Wasn't I supposed to, Mom?" he asked.
"Oh no!" she said. "Never take it out, not when you're going to… come."
"But I thought…"
"Baby, that's one of the best parts," she said, sliding her hands into the waist of his trunks to feel the skin of his young ass. "It feels good, and it makes me… you know, come very hard."
Bob pulled his cock from his mother's cunt, sitting back on his heels. He looked at her pussy, seeing her cunt still quiver. Susan sat up, stradling the lounge. She held his wet cock a moment, then leaned forward and kissed his lips in a tender way.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped, quickly pulling her wraparound about her shoulders. "I forgot about Pamie and Billy. Oh, I hope they weren't watching."
"They weren't," Bob said.
"How can you be so sure?" Susan looked toward the house, searching the windows.
"I'll show you, Mom," he said, standing up. His trunks were caught to one side, his cock and balls showing, but he didn't seem to mind. Taking her hand, he led her into the house and down the hall.
Susan thought she knew why by the time they stopped at her daughter's bedroom door. Bob pressed the door open, and Susan shoved a hand to her throat.
There, an Pamie's bed, was her daughter and other son. Pamie had remembered her bikini and was totally naked. She was on her hands and knees, and Billy, his trunks dangling from one knee, was fucking his sister.
Susan couldn't breathe. She stared fixedly at Billy's cock fucking back and forth. She seemed mesmerized, watching her young daughter tossing her uplifted ass about and squealing with ecstasy. She was pushing her naked ass back to meet Billy's cock, twisting very lewdly. Susan's eyes became glazed, but focused clearly upon her daughter's grinding, naked ass, upon her youngest son's cock poking into the little cunt. Billy was pipping his sister's twisting hips, his mouth open as he watched his cock fucking into her pussy. She could hear their heavy breathing, the squeals of her daughter. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was as if some of her erotic thoughts were coming true. She began to tremble as the heat swelled inside her cunt again. She slipped her hand into her wraparound and smeared Bob's come juice about her stomach and through her silky cunt hair.
Bob turned to look at his mother.
Taking her other hand, he pulled her away, pulling the door almost closed.
"That's why they didn't see us, Mom," he said softly.
Susan squeezed her son's hand, looking at him with shining eyes. "How… long?" she asked.
"Not long," Bob replied.
"And you?"
He nodded his head.
"My God!"
Walking as if dazed, she let her son lead her to her bedroom. Her thoughts were in a turmoil she was seeing her daughter on her hands and knees, her youngest son fucking her with vigor, and Pamie loving it. She felt Bob pull her wraparound from her body, and she knew she was standing there completely naked, yet it seemed unreal. The rustle of Bob's shorts came to her, and she turned, looking at him.
Again his cock was hard, standing straight out, jerking slightly. Standing close to his mother, he cupped her tits in his hands, squeezing gently at them. When he pressed his lips to a nipple, Susan's body jerked. She clutched at her son's shoulders when he started sucking her tits, going from one to the other. She lifted her head up, moaning as his tongue licked, sending fire through her sensitive tits. She felt his cock probing at the hair of her cunt. Her legs opened. As his cock slipped along the slit of her cunt, she squeezed her thighs tightly. As he sucked at her tits he began sliding his cock back and forth. Susan felt his prick hot and hard between her thighs, sliding along the slit of her cunt. Yet it didn't seem real. This was what she had been imagining for weeks, never dreaming it would be so real.
"Not this way," she whispered, pulling from her son.
She moved toward her bed, with Bob watching. His eyes took in the lovely shape of her naked ass, her long thighs. Susan paused, her knees touching her bed, her gaze looking across it and out the window.
Suddenly, she giggled, shaking her ass.
"This way," she said, leaning over the bed, shoving her ass back, inviting her son. She twisted her naked body lewdly, braced with her hands on the mattress. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering and glittering with intense desire. "Fuck me this way, the way Billy is fucking Pamie."
Bob moved eagerly to his mother. Gripping his cock, he dragged his prick up and down the crack of her ass, then shoved his cock lower, pressing at her cunt. Susan felt his prick and groaned with eagerness. She shivered as he placed his hands on her hips.
"Now!" she yelped, ramming her ass back. Bob's cock fucked deep, bringing a low whimper of delight from Susan. She shot one hand between her thighs and clutched at his young balls, her cunt already sucking at his throbbing cock.
The gates of perverse passion opened, and the dam was released.
"Fuck me!" Susan gasped loudly, no longer bashful. "Fuck me, Bob! Ohhh, baby, fuck Mother! God, I've wanted you to fuck me forever, it seems! Oooo such a hard cock, Bob! I love it, baby! So hard – so long – fuck me, fuck me!"
The things his mother was saying seemed to make his cock harder than ever. He loved the way his mother clung to his balls, and he began to fuck his cock in and out of her hairy, clenching cunt. His lower stomach slapped at her naked ass. He looked down, excited by the twisting, lurching churning she made. Even the way his mother pulled and twisted at his balls felt good.
Susan was no longer hesitant to let her passions go, to allow herself to screw and talk and feel the ecstasy she desired so much. She shook her ass wantonly, lewdly, her tits dangling as her son fucked hard into her cunt from behind. She was buffeted forward, but she held herself up, her head twisting, dark hair flying.
"Fuck my cunt, baby!" she yelled. "Oooo, fuck Mother's hot cunt! I love fucking, Bob! I love a hard cock I love hard cock in my pussy, fucking me wildly!"
Susan was dancing her stiff legs, her ass revolving and twisting. Bob could hardly stay with her, but he dug his hands into his mother's wildly jerking hips and fucked into her cunt with a frenzy.
"Oooo. I'm going to come!" Susan wailed. "My cunt… it's on fire! Ohhhh, I'm going to come so good! Fuck me harder, faster! Make me come, baby! Oooo, please, make me come!"
A loud, drawn-out wail bubbled from her as her pussy went into tight convulsions. The orgasm made her cunt so tight and strong, Bob seemed to have trouble fucking her. Susan threw her head back, yelling at the top of her lungs as she came. Bob, his ass hunching frantically, leaned over his mother's back, grabbing her tits with both hands, digging into them as he rammed his cock hard. Susan, in mindless ecstasy, clawed at his balls, her cunt bursting time and again with those wild orgasms. She felt her legs trembling, becoming weak, but she managed to keep her ass up, keep it churning, keep her son's cock inside her searing cunt.
The harder Bob squeezed her tits, the more she came.
Somehow, through the foggy, sweet torment of orgasm, she remembered that her son had jerked his cock out when he had come outside.
"Don't take it out!" she yelled. "When you come, Bob, don't jerk your cock out of my cunt I want it in me… deep in my hot cunt!"
Time and again, her son pounded into her fiery pussy, fucking her wilder than he had outside. His fingers dug into her swollen tits, causing pain, but the sweetest pain Susan had ever felt. She could no longer shake and twist her ass for him now! She was simply too weak, her orgasms draining her strength. The best she could do was to keep bracing herself, letting him fuck as long as he wanted to.
Susan was mewling and sobbing, her body burning with erotic heat. The very idea that it was her son fucking her created intense desire in her mind and body. Somewhere, in the distance, she heard a scream, and at the time it made no sense. Only later would she realize it had been the ecstasy of her young daughter enjoying excruciating orgasms, too.
"I'm almost ready, Mom!" Bob grunted, his hot breath searing her naked back. "I'm about to come!"
"In me!" she yelped. "Please, baby, come in me this time! Let me feel you come… feel you spurt come juice up my hot cunt?"
She felt her son's cock swell inside her sensitive pussy, felt it throb, stuffing her time and again. She clung to his preciously young balls tightly. His cock gushed. She screamed as it sprayed the satiny walls of her cunt, flooding her very being. As his cock squirted time and again, filling her greedy pussy, Susan could feel his balls writhing in her clenched hand, and she came a final time.
When her son's cock stopped spurting, she slumped forward on the bed, gasping heavily.
Her legs parted, hanging over. Bob, his own legs shaking, stood there and watched his mother's creamy, naked ass shivering. The cunt hair could be seen, and it looked to him as if her cunt was seeping a milky thick come juice. Her asscheeks clenched, flexed, and Susan was moaning as she ground her still-tingling cunt into the mattress.
Slowly, Susan turned onto her back, leaving her legs wide open. She grinned happily at her son. She started opening and closing her legs, squeezing her thighs against her cunt. She ran a hand down her quivering stomach, through the thick curls of her pussy, then gently rubbed a finger at her clit.
"Was I good, Bob?" she asked in a low voice. "Am I a good fuck? Do you like me?"
Bob nodded his head, still panting.
"Am I good enough for you to want me again? Am I hot enough for you?"
"Wow!" Bob managed. "You're the best, Mom."
She giggled and sat up. "How do you know I'm the best?" she asked, cupping his cock and balls lovingly, fondling tenderly. "Just how many girls have you been sticking this sweet cock into?"
Bob hesitated, not knowing if he should answer.
But Susan pulled at his wet cock, a low, husky laugh coming from her, giving him the answer.
"Is your sister the only one?"
A flush came over his face as he nodded. Again Susan laughed. "Don't be ashamed of fucking Pamie," she whispered, rubbing the head of his cock around her tits, poking her nipples at his piss hole. "And don't be ashamed of fucking me."
Bob's face lit up. "It's okay, Mom?"
"Okay, my ass," she said, pulling, stretching his cock. "I think it's great!"