Susan had met an interesting guy at a party and he asked her for her phone number, but she really didn't expect him to call her, so she was surprised when he did. They made a date to see a movie. Susan was even more surprised when she realized her reaction to having the date. All she could think about was getting fucked. When she met Sam at that party, she noticed the bulge in his pants – Susan had become an incurable crotch watcher – and if the truth be known, that's what attracted her to him.
She hadn't had a date in a few months, and after relying on her finger far sexual release for that long, she was ready to get fucked. But that wasn't the only reason. She had gone without sex for longer than that before and hadn't become the raving nympho she now was. Maybe it was getting older that was increasing her need, she thought. Or it could be the constant display of good-looking studs right in her own house that kept her horny. In any case, it was a new experience for her to crave a stiff cock with such fervor, and she sympathized with anyone who was in the same boat.
That was why she had been so concerned about Bobby. But now it seemed that he was on his way to sexual fulfillment, too. Would she be the only horny one in the house?
Susan was straightening up the house before getting ready for her date when Bobby came into the living room.
"HI, Mom. Did you see that magazine with the Porsche test report it?"
"How do I know? I don't keep track of your magazines and if you left it lying around, I probably threw it away," she yelled.
"That was a brand-new magazine," he whined. "Look, young man, I have things to do, so stay out of my hair."
Bobby stormed out of the room. Susan didn't have many occasions to yell at him like that and she felt bad about it. But now that wasn't all she was feeling. In her state of horny anticipation of her date that night, the sight of her young son filled her with passion. If he hadn't irritated her by asking about that magazine while she was trying to clean up, she would have reacted to him quite differently. Susan could picture herself walking up to her boy and taking him in her arms.
She let her imagination go, and thought bow his young, stiff prick would press into her belly. Her tits would smother him as he slid down her body to kiss her… But this wasn't getting the housework done. She was only distracting herself and getting her undies all soggy with cunt-juice.
Susan got back to work and locked the sexy daydreams out of her mind. With any luck at all, she would get laid that night, and then she might be back to normal for a while. These incestuous thoughts she was having were beginning to bother her.
When Sam showed up that evening, Susan was dressed in her sexiest outfit. She wore a tight-fitting red, silk blouse without a bra beneath to spoil the natural curve of her tits. She loved the way the silk felt on her nipples, and it kept her pink tit-caps erect and showing through the luxurious fabric. For the movies, she thought her black slacks would be right. They fit her like a coat of paint. Her firm ass was shown off to perfection and the crack of her cunt could be seen if you looked closely.
She was nervous and wished he would show up soon. She envied men for being able to pick a woman and being spared that waiting. Finally she heard a car. In another minute, Bobby was calling her from the bottom of the stairs. She paced a few more lengths of the room, took a deep breath and went downstairs.
Bobby and Sam were sitting on the couch talking. As Susan looked at the two of them, her cunt baked its fragrant juice. She didn't know which of the guys turned her on more.
Sam stood when he saw her and once again the lump behind his fly caught her eye. On the way to the movie they talked. Sam said he was a psychologist. That sounded familiar; she had probably been too preoccupied with his crotch when she first met him to have listened very closely.
A psychologist – just what she needed for a little advice. How could she work the topic of incest into the conversation without arousing his suspicions? She was concerned about her desire for her youngest son, and would like some free advice on the normalcy of that situation.
They talked about all sorts of interesting things, but incest didn't come up. The movie they went to see was a French film with subtitles. Susan didn't like to have to read a movie, but it figured that this type of guy would go for foreign films. He seemed to be a typical psychologist. He looked very intelligent with his gasses, longish hair and tweed sports jacket.
The movie was pretty good, but the ending seemed like a miracle. It turned out to be a movie about a pretty, young mother who eventually fucks her youngest son. It seemed as if Sam had read her mind and taken her to this film on purpose. As soon as they were in the car again, Susan asked him about incest.
"Oh, yes," he said, "a lot of people are involved in that. As a matter of fact, in some societies it's considered normal."
Susan was fascinated and she asked more questions. It seemed to be Sam's opinion that there wasn't anything wrong with fucking within a family. Of course, there could be guilt and jealousies, but that happened with other types of sex, too. The movie and Sam's comments had submerged Susan in a whirlpool of lust. For a moment she was worried that Sam wasn't going to ask her to his place, but he did. She hoped she didn't sound too eager in accepting.
When she got to his apartment, she was impressed. It was full of books, paintings, and expensive furniture. She made herself comfortable on a couch while Sam went over to hip fully stocked bar and mixed two martinis. He came to her with the drinks, handed her, one and sat down very close. He put an arm around her shoulder and sipped the drink. Susan was impatient, but she knew it would be a mistake to show it. She tried to drink the martini slowly and let things take their course.
Sam leaned close to her and kissed her. Susan let her mouth fall open, and she felt his tongue enter her mouth. It wasn't a second too soon. She hadn't remembered a time in her life when she was hornier. Suddenly, Sam leaned forward and picked up what looked like a remote control, for a television set. She couldn't believe that he was going to turn on a TV now, but that's exactly what he did.
A huge color television screen flashed on. What kind of nut was she mixed up with? she wondered. It looked like one of the late-night talk shows, until the picture came into clearer focus. Susan slowly realized that she was watching herself and Sam sitting on that couch.
"It's my hobby," Sam said. "The camera is right up there on the top shelf."
Susan looked up and saw a small TV camera peeking down at her. It was interesting, but not what she had in mind.
"Watch the screen," Sam said.
As Susan looked at the TV, she saw Sam reach over and take her tit in his hand. His touch, in her condition, was enough to curl her hair, but she realized that it was even more exciting watching it on the television screen. She saw him lean towards her and stick his face into the warmth of her neck. When she felt his lips on the tender skin under her ear, her pussy cried out for his prick.
Susan wasn't a TV addict, but if the programs were always as good as this, she would be. She had never seen herself being made love to before, and she couldn't believe how exciting it was. She reached over and stroked the side of Sam's head, a simple gesture, but watching it on the screen made it spectacular.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Sam whispered.
Susan hated to leave the TV behind, but it had already gotten her so hot that she couldn't refuse the offer. As soon as they entered the bedroom, she knew she was in for the extravaganza of her life. There were TVs everywhere and cameras all around the bed, pointing at the center of attention from various angles, including a camera at the foot of the bed for those hard-to-see close-ups.
Mirrors on the ceiling and wails made Susan feel that she was in a huge hall full of people and equipment. When Sam began to undress, she could watch every side of his body simultaneously. She began peeling her clothes off, and saw Sam gaze from, one mirror to the other. When they got into bed, he reached over to a console of knobs and switches in the headboard and threw a switch. Four TV monitors lit up around them.
Susan was flabbergasted as she looked from one screen to the next. One showed her and Sam from above. She could see her body, her tits pointing perkily up from her chest, and her dark muff hiding the pink slash of her cunt lips. Sam's cock was standing at attention and swaying with the beats of his horny heart.
She looked at the next screen. It was a view from her side of the bed and she could see her tits moving up and down as she breathed in deep breaths of lust. The curls on her cunt mound rose above the horizon of her hips. Sam's cock could be seen once again in the background. The other screens showed two more angles of the same subject, and as she watched, she saw Sam turn towards her and touch her clit.
She automatically closed her eyes as the feeling of his caress flowed through her, but she opened them again when she realized she was missing the fine show on the television screens. Even when Sam lowered his face to hers and took her lips between his teeth, Susan kept her eyes on the screen.
She let her thighs fall open and watched the screen that showed the view from the foot of the bed. Her cunt smiled at her with its toothless, pink grin. Sam's balls looked delicious lying at the base of his mighty cock. She rolled her hips and opened her legs wider to get a better view of her pussy.
Sam reached up to the console and turned a knob. The camera aimed at their crotches zoomed in until her cunt was filling the big screen. Then Sam reached for that cunt and took it in his strong fingers. Susan was watching him handling her twat on TV. As he stuck his middle finger in her snatch, she not only felt the walls of her box stretch to accommodate it, but she could see it slide in, too.
While he dabbled in her cunt with his longest finger, he held the soft lips apart with his fingers. Her inner lips were held open like butterfly wings while they both watched him stirring the pink, wet interior.
As he stimulated her twat with a finger, he covered her hard nipple with his mouth and sucked on it. Susan could look from the close-up of her cunt to a medium shot of Sam lying with his face on her heaving tit and sucking on it. It was like starring in a porno film and being in the audience at the same time. She had never imagined such an exciting variation of the usual fuck. How nice it would be to have this gadget at home to watch herself jerking off, she thought.
Sam was reaching as far up her snatch as he could. He had very long fingers, and combined with the way Susan was lifting her thighs and pushing her cunt out as much as she could, he was reaching to the very end of her fuck-chamber. He added another finger, then another, until he had all four fingers in her pussy, and they were watching the whole thing on big-screen, color TV!
The presence of all those fingers in her pussy, wiggling and massaging as they were, was driving Susan into a state of horny delirium. The images on the TVs were like a dream now as she rolled and writhed under the burden of a stuffed cunt. Sam still was adding to the bulk of her load. He managed to get his thumb in there, too, and was now pushing his whole fist into her tight fuck-hole.
Susan's cunt was flowing with lubricating juice, but it was beginning to hurt anyhow. He had a way of continuing the force of his fist shoving that was getting it into her cunt with the least amount of discomfort and the most pleasure, and Susan decided to let him continue to see what would happen.
He stopped pushing when his hand was completely buried in the tight grip of her cunt. She was in delicious ecstasy and the pain was subsiding. The TV showed the unbelievable sight of Sam's hand completely enveloped in her cunt, with just the heel of his hand showing between the stretched twat-lips. Then Sam began to pull his hand out. Her pussy walls seemed to cling to the fist and the pink lining showed at the entrance as it reluctantly let him go.
They watched the hand emerge, wet with her juices, until her cunt was empty again. She felt hollow after that and her cunt remained opened and gaping the pink snatch-lips surrounded a dark cavern of space that wanted desperately to be filled once again. Sam knew he would have to wait until her pussy shrank to its normal size before it would be worthwhile sticking his cock in, but there was no hurry. He had plenty of other tricks to keep them aroused.
Susan took Sam's cock into her hand and found that it was bigger than it looked on the television screen. Her fingers barely reached around it. She felt it pulsing with hot blood as she slowly moved the loose skin of the sausage back and forth over the stiff core. Sam was still sucking her tit as she fondled his prick. He began swiveling his body around, moving his cock towards her face as he moved his lips down the underside of her tit and along the smooth flesh of her belly.
Susan knew what was coming, but she still enjoyed it more from watching the action on the TVs. She saw Sam move into the classic sixty-nine position and felt him brush his lips and nose through her pussy curls. With her hand still wrapped around his pecker, she pulled the rod to her mouth and opened wide. Just as she felt his tongue probing the gash of her cunt, she slipped his fat cock-head into her mouth.
Clamping down on the spongy prick-tip, she looked at the TV screen again. The sight of Sam's head between her thighs and his cock in her mouth made her gasp. She had been in that position many times, but she never imagined that it looked so weirdly erotic. Sam was careful not to get his head in the way of the TV camera at the foot of the bed as he sucked her cunt, and Susan could look past his stomach and watch him at work on her twat.
She didn't want to let the watching take away from the doing, so she made sure that she did a good job on the prick in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the head while she continued lifting the skin up and down. She could see how her lips had to stretch to get the thick rod into her mouth, and that surprised her, too.
Sam was getting his tongue high up her pussy-tunnel and she thought it was time to take more of his cock into her head. She moved her head forward and felt the swollen cock slide down her throat. Susan tad to concentrate at these times so she wouldn't gag and spoil the blowjob. When she had his prick-head deep in her throat, she swallowed several times so her throat would grab his cock and give it a yank. The technique worked, she could tell, by the way she saw his body react on the TV screens.
Sam's tongue was getting to her. The flutter over her cunt and short jabs up her twat-cave were starting the waves of passion rolling. She increased the motion of her tongue and throat on his cock to catch up. When Sam began making little detours of his tongue over to her asshole for a fast lick, she began sliding his cock up and down her throat with rapid movements. They both began to shake with lust, as she could see on the monitors.
Susan knew that if he came in her throat, she would gag, so she kept his prick-tip in her mouth and swished her tongue all around it. There wasn't much room left in her mouth with the fat dong lying on her tongue, but she managed to move her tongue around enough to keep his passion rising.
Even though he was panting with pleasure, Sam kept his tongue lashing the slippery interior of Susan's twat. He held her around the hips to keep his face pressed to her violently shaking pussy. They were both in frenzy as they prepared to come. Susan found it helpful to watch Sam in the monitors to determine just when he was going to shoot. That way she could pace her tonguing so they could both come together.
Just as the first wave of her climax hit her, she felt the searing heat of his jism in her mouth. She swallowed just in time to catch the next spurt. Her mouth was filling up fast and she was in the grip of her own orgasm, so it was hard to synchronize her swallowing with his spewing. She began moaning around the cock that stuffed her mouth and jism ran down her chin, but she kept sucking. Susan was dedicated when it came to sex, and she wouldn't fall down on the job if she could help it.
She could feel Sam's tongue reacting to his own orgasm, but he, too, was trying not to let his own passion interfere with the lapping he was applying to her cunt. Even though both of them were nearly out of control with intense pleasure, they continued their work. It was rare to find two people so loyal to sexual passion that they were willing to see the task through even though they were almost paralyzed with ecstasy.
Susan saw their bodies slow down and relax on the bed on all the televisions. Sam lay with his head between her legs and rested while Susan licked his cock clean. When Sam moved beside her again, he flipped another switch and the screens changed from a view of them to a beautiful view of a field surrounded with woods. Deer gazed at the edge of the forest and hawks circled above.
It was the perfect thing to relax by after a hot session of cock sucking, Susan realized; she appreciated Sam's hobby. As she watched, she noticed a naked woman stroll out of the woods. She was a beautiful creature and she walked across the field with the grace of the deer gazing nearby.
The woman came into better view and Susan feasted her eyes on her perfect body. The huge tits on her chest rose and fell with every step and her tanned skin glistened in the bright sun. Then someone else emerged from the woods – an equally naked man. Now Susan knew what she was in for.
As the man approached the girl, Susan saw his cock grow and become stiff. He was a well-built, dark young guy with a powerful cock. The girl bent down to pick a wild flower as the man caught up to her. She lifted a delicate blossom and held it to the man's nose. He sniffed it, then the two embraced. It was the nicest porno flick Susan had ever seen and it was already having its effect on her.
She lay there watching the beautiful people on the television fuck and suck each other with as much passion as Sam and she had just displayed. After watching themselves making it, it was interesting to compare them with the two she was now watching. She was sure that her own performance was at least as good as the girl's.
Susan and Sam lay there watching the porno videotape until it was over. They watched the girl and guy fuck and suck each other, and now they were ready for more themselves. Sam's cock was standing once again and Susan's cunt was wet with new juice.
Sam turned the cameras on again, and as soon as Susan saw herself on the monitors, she turned to Sam. He grabbed her and they kissed with more energy than they had before. He tilled his tongue into her mouth as he filled his hand with one of her ass-cheeks. Her nipples were stiff once more and pressed into his chest.
He inserted a few fingers into her ass again, but this time he didn't leave them there. He began smearing her juice from her slit to her asshole. When her bung was well lubricated, he slipped a finger in. Susan wiggled in perverted delight as Sam probed deep into her asshole.
As he fingered her shifter, he kept bringing more slippery fluid from her cunt and smeared it over the tight hole. Then he rolled her over and mounted her. Susan was pressed between the white sheet and Sam's hot body. She spread her legs and felt the blunt head of his prick move into the valley of her ass. He zoomed the camera in on the action and switched it to a monitor that they could both watch in that position.
Susan saw her puckered asshole waiting for his cock, which he was moving closer and closer. As she felt his prick hit the target, she was able to follow the whole procedure on the screen. There was a moment of pain as he bore down on her butt-hole with all the weight his cock could bear. Then her asshole opened and the long thick cock began to disappear.
It was as if she were being split in two, and she wasn't sure she was going to like that variation, but her asshole soon stretched enough to make it comfortable. His took was now buried totally in her ass-tube and Susan was gasping from the intense pleasure that was emanating from the spot.
When Sam pulled his cock halfway out, she let out a loud yelp, and as he plunged it back in, she made an even louder noise. Carefully and slowly at first, Sam pumped his cock in and out of her tight ass-canal. Susan's moans reverberated off the walls of the room. She could feel the massiveness of his meat right through the thin wall separating her ass-chamber from her cunt.
As Sam speeded his thrusts, she maneuvered her hand under her belly and stuck a finger into the lips of her pussy. She found her cunt, swollen and hard, and began rubbing. A cock up her ass, her finger on her cunt and her eyes on the TV watching the whole scene were all added and multiplying her lust.
Susan's body vibrated under Sam's as she neared her orgasm. She could tell by his grunts and the hot breath on her neck that he was going to fill her ass very soon with hot load number two, and she wanted to be coming when she felt it happen. Increasing the rubbing on her clit built her pleasure rapidly to a high peak, from which she was about to dive into the depths of ecstasy.
Sam was about to come, but she was ready. Her orgasm was only a few rubs away. They entered the realm of sexual bliss together. She fought to keep her eyes open so she could see their bodies twitching and bouncing on one another. Her finger was jostled out of her cunt, but she didn't have too much trouble sticking it back in. Sam's jism was filling her asshole and adding its own lubrication, so his cock felt different as it slid in and out of her shitter now.
This orgasm seemed to last longer than the first for both of them. But they were finally still. Sam lay on her for a long time, and Susan loved his weight on her. She could feel his cock shrinking in her asshole, and that felt nice, too.
Sam's television kept Susan's mind off her young son, but as they relaxed after the long climax, she fell asleep and dreamed that it was Bobby lying on her back. When she woke, she didn't seem interested in Sam any more. He played back the scene of him fucking her in the ass, but it didn't even get her attention – her heart was at home with her youngest son.