Roxanne sat on the couch in her living room absentmindedly fingering her pussy. She struggled to pump some good feelings into her big cunt and was soon rubbing the little bump of bone on her delicate wrist across her oily clit frantically.
But it was no use. She hadn't been able to climax since the nasty incident at the church last month. After the shock of being discovered fucking the Reverend, it was as if all the nerves in her cunt had been ripped out. Her body still ached for orgasm, but her damn pussy just wouldn't oblige.
"Oh, Bill…" she moaned, closing her tear filled eyes. "God rest your soul. Oh, I wish you could be here to fuck me!"
Roxanne pulled her robe farther open so she could stare down at her puffy cunt-lips. She pinched her dry, bloated pussy-flaps between two sharp red fingernails and was saddened even more by the fact that her cunt barely responded to the pain she tried to inflict.
In frustration, the bereaved housewife yanked the front of her robe open and began pinching her nipples savagely. At the same time, she mashed her big tits almost flat with her forearms. Harder and harder she mauled her breasts, trying viciously to feel some kind of sensation, trying feverishly to unleash an orgasm.
She eased herself up onto the armrest of the couch and began stroking her pussy across a row of knobby upholstery tacks as she continued to massage her quivering tits. One of her deliciously long legs hung off the end of the couch and she scrunched her toes up in the thick pile carpet. Oh, she wanted to come so bad! And the harder she tried to force her body to come, the more frustrated she became.
"Mom! Mom! Are you all right? What's wrong, Mom?"
Roxanne opened her eyes and stared through the tears at her daughter Sandy. The girl had just returned home from school. Upon entering the room she had seen her mother writhing on the couch and she immediately threw her books down and ran to Roxanne's side.
"Oh, it's okay, Mom. It's okay," Sandy said, soothingly.
Roxanne slumped back down into the soft couch cushions. She unclenched her toes and a fuzzy wad of carpet strands fell away. The color slowly returned to her white, battered tit-flesh. Sandy reached over and closed the front of her mother's robe, gently pulling it into place.
As Roxanne paused to catch her breath, pushing strands of her disheveled hair away from her swollen red eyes, Sandy took a whiff of the unmistakable odor of mature pussy. The girl's eyes opened wide as she ran her fingers across the armrest and she felt the slick, greasy sensation of cunt-sauce atop the heads of the lubricated upholstery tacks. She and her twin sister Candy had often stuck a finger up each other's cunt in play, but never had the girl felt pussy-fluid so thick and slimy. And the smell! Whew!
Roxanne pulled her daughter closer and hugged her tight. "I'm sorry, honey. It's just that your mom's been through a lot lately. But things will get better, you'll see. I promise."
Sandy nuzzled against her mother's soft shoulder and stared down the front of her robe. She was totally amazed at the sight of Roxanne's big tits. Each time her mother took in a deep breath and then sighed, her full breasts would rise and fall heavily, her nipples poking out hard against the soft terrycloth material of her bathrobe.
"I know, Mom. And us kids are gonna help you, too. We decided last night what we're gonna do."
"That's wonderful, baby," Roxanne said, squeezing Sandy's shoulder. She appreciated her daughter's fortitude, but knew that what she really needed her kids could never provide. She needed a big fat cock slamming in and out of her sopping cunt. She needed a long throbbing prick splitting her pussy wide apart. Oh, she needed to fuck so bad.
"Yeah, Mom. Yesterday when me and Candy were in Mr. Schultz's grocery store he kept saying how much he wanted to come by and see you and see if you were okay. But we told him we were taking care of you ourselves." The girl looked up at her mother, searching for an approving look. "And then he chased us out of the store and we ran all the way home."
Oh, you little fool, Roxanne thought as Sandy chuckled. The lonely housewife then began thinking about Fred Schultz and the reputation he had for the biggest cock around. Now that she as essentially single again, there was no reason she couldn't be out getting her share of the town cocks. But Fred was married. Oh, if only she could find some relief! She hadn't been out of the house since the funeral, and then she heard that Reverend had been dismissed and she figured she would never get the good fucking she really needed, ever. This last mouth had been so gloomy and frustrating. All she did was sleep and watch TV and eat and walk around in her robe – all the time trying desperately to get her cunt to gush fuck juices and throb with climax after climax! It was like she was trapped in a prison constructed by her emotionally ravaged mind. Oh, Bill, she whined to herself. Why did you have to leave me at a time like this?
Into the room burst her son Dave and her other daughter Candy. They threw their books and coats onto a nearby chair and ran over to the couch.
"Hi guys!" Sandy called out cheerfully. "Come on over and let's tell Mom about our plans."
"Okay."
"Great."
Candy rushed over and snuggled next to her sister on the couch. They were identical twins, except Candy always wore her hair in a ponytail. Dave straddled the coffee table in front of his mother. He looked at her and smiled before he noticed that her cunt was clearly visible beneath the hem of her robe. Mesmerized by the swirling bush of her wiry black cunt-hair, Dave stared slack jawed, his fingers digging into the underside of the little table.
Roxanne shook her head and cleared her throat. She looked around at her little family, admiring the way they waited patiently for her to speak. Thinking back to that morning in the rectory when the Reverend had taught her so much about life and celebration, she suddenly felt a little less gloomy and a little happier. Sure, they were going to make it after all, she thought. The Reverend was such a good man. So good. God, was he hung. Oh, Jesus could he stuff a pussy. Then Roxanne remembered what a scalding blast of cum he had shot into her hot cunt. And she remembered how furiously they had fucked, literally shaking the walk of the Reverend's little office…
"Mom? You okay, Mom?" asked Sandy. Roxanne opened her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I'm fine," she said, trying to bide the great emptiness she felt in her cunt. "And I think it's about time we got together and had a little meeting."
Candy reached over and slapped her brother. "Stop staring at Mom's… at Mom's…"
"That's okay, dear," Roxanne said. "It's all right for Dave to look at my… at my pussy."
Dave blushed red and turned away.
"But Mom!" Sandy said, folding her arms against her chest. "Boys aren't supposed to look at their mother's… at… at…"
"At their cunts?" Roxanne asked.
"That's right," Sandy answered. "And you aren't even supposed to talk like that, either!"
Roxanne laughed and spread her legs a little bit. For some reason, she was feeling much better – and her pussy was even getting a little wet.
"You have to learn this is your family you're talking to, not a bunch of your friends on the street corner."
"Well, they said you were a… a slut."
Roxanne tilted her head back and laughed richly. "Oh, there's so much you have to learn, son. For the time being, just don't listen to those stupid boys."
"But, Mom," Dave pleaded. "The last time I went over to Billy's after school his mom wouldn't even talk to me and I felt real weird. Everywhere I go it seems like people are whispering behind my back and laughing and stuff."
"Oh, honey," Roxanne said, trying to relax her son. "You're still upset because of your father. Here, come on over and join us."
Roxanne scooted over and made room for Dave on the end of the couch. He stood up slowly and squeezed in, trying to sit as close to the armrest as he could. But his mother slid her arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. With her other arm she corralled her twins until she was embracing her whole family warmly.
"Now what was it you kids were going to tell me about?"
Candy looked up and smiled, playing with her ponytail. Now she too was treated to a breathtaking sight of her mother's full, round tits. "We just made up this plan to help you out, that's all. Me an Sandy put up some cards at the laundromat that said we would baby-sit and we decided to give all our money to you from our jobs."
Roxanne smiled appreciatively. "And how about you, Dave?" she asked, laughing to herself at the sight of a growing bulge in her son's jeans. "Don't tell me you're going to baby-sit, too?"
"Ah, com'on, Mom," Dave said. "Mr. Dackel at the kennels said I could work more hours after school and I guess I'm going to give you all my paychecks, too."
Roxanne sighed dramatically. Her tits rose and fell slowly, capturing the gazes of her three children. "I think that's just fine, kids. I knew we could do it, if only we worked together. Remember that, won't you? We've got to do this all together." The twins giggled and smiled at one another, pleased that their plan had ran so smoothly.
Dave grinned also. But his face was etched with embarrassment more than satisfaction. He was clumsily trying to hide his growing erection. It was his half-naked mother that he was worried about. Dave felt funny, almost like he had to piss, but it was different.
"Well, kids, I think everything's going to work out fine. Your mother wants to take a little nap."
Sandy and Candy jumped up and kissed Roxanne on both cheeks. Dave got up slowly, unsuccessful in hiding his hard cock tenting out his pants crotch.
Roxanne looked at him with a soothing motherly expression.
Roxanne opened her legs, trying to cool off her juicy pussy which had suddenly begun steaming up under her robe. She looked directly down at her son's crotch and said, "I think they have another name for guys who like to fuck a lot."
Dave smiled brightly. "You know what, Mom? I think you're the greatest mom because you say words like fuck and stuff. I bet you and Dad fucked all the time, huh?"
Roxanne was suddenly distraught, frowning and turning her head away from her inquisitive son. "Yeah," she mumbled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to…" Dave leaned over to try and comfort his mother but he slipped and his arm slid down between her legs. He felt a sudden blast of pussy-heat scald his wrist. Seeing that his hand was so close to his mother's mushy cunt, Dave was too embarrassed to move.
The sudden closeness of her son's hot body caused Roxanne's cunt to begin gushing hot waves of cunt-sauce. She squirmed around on the couch, feeling her juices seep back into her sweaty asscrack. She reached out and began caressing her son's neck, gently scraping her long fingernails along his jaw and behind his ears.
"You know, son, some people think you're not supposed to fuck as much as you want to, any time you want to."
Dave began shivering and quaking, but hot cock seemed to be growing larger and thicker. "But, but, nobody can fuck his… his… own mom!" Roxanne drew her son's head close against her full red lips. She tongued his ear and whispered hotly, "Says who?"
Dave squealed and reached out clumsily to begin grinding his mother's tits against her chest with his hands.
"No, not like that," Roxanne moaned, raising up her thigh to rub across Dave's captive cock. "Be gentle. Be soft. And then suck my nipples into your mouth. Softly. Ohhhhhhh!"
Dave kneeled between his mother's legs and tore her robe away from her huge delicious tits. He bent down to suck the soft warm tit-flesh and soon her nipples were standing up hard and erect. Dave squirmed closer, rubbing his knees into her sopping pussy as he struggled to eat as much of her big tits as he could. Soon, the corduroy knee-patches of his jeans were soaked through with cunt-juice. She rubbed her clit up against his thin thighs and moaned contentedly.
"Slow down, honey. Take your time. Don't bite so hard. Ohhhhhhh, yeah, that's it. Yeahhhhh!"
Dave's hips were rocking back and forth and Roxanne could sense that he would soon shoot his load if she didn't do something. His saliva completely coated her big tits, and as Roxanne pushed her son back gently, strings of spittle strung out from her wet tits to his glistening chin.
"I want to make it real good for you, son. So why don't you lie down on your back and let Mom take care of you."
Pushing Dave down with one hand, Roxanne worked his zipper down with the other. She helped him squirm out of his jeans and yanked his pants off his ankles with one deft stroke. Staring at his throbbing prick, she untied her robe and wriggled out of it. Kneeling on the floor next to her quivering son, Roxanne rested her big fat tits on the edge of the couch, brushing her red-hot nipples against his skinny white thigh. Then she grabbed his cockshaft tightly and squeezed it until his cock-head turned bright purple. Mucousy streams of pre-cum dripped down her clenching fingers.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so good. Ohhhhh, ahhhhh. Fuck me, Mom. Okay? Please? Ahhhh!"
Roxanne grinned and licked her lips. "Not yet, son. Be patient. I'm going to suck you now. And you're going to love it!"
She leaned over and began licking his pre-cum out of his piss-slit, spreading the slimy fluid all around his blood-engorged prick-tip. Then she began jacking his cock-shaft, moving her clutching hand up and down until she had lubricated his whole dick with spit and fuck-juices. Faster and faster she worked on his cock-meat, her hand moving in a blur.
With her other hand, the horny mother dipped into her dripping cunt and scraped out a glob of pussy-juices. Just before she opened her mouth wide to suck in her son's pulsating cock, she reached up and slapped the wad of pussy-sauce against her son's face, working the gooey stuff all around his mouth and nose. He frantically stuck out his tongue and tried to lick the stuff off her hand, inhaling his first dose of hot, pungent pussy fluids.
Then she sucked in his whole cock in one big gulp. Her nose was buried in his soft, fluffy cockhair and she squeezed her lips together as tight as possible around his prick-base. With his delicious dick fully imbedded in her mouth and throat, she began suctioning her cheeks back and forth, trying to imitate the sensation of a clenching, spasming pussy. Hot streams of spittle and pre-cum escaped the grip of her lips and ran down onto Dave's taut ball-sac before dribbling against the couch.
"Please, Mom! Suck me suck me! Oh, Mom, you big slut, make it come out! Please! I can't stand it! Ahhhggggghhhhh!"
Now Roxanne started bobbing her head up and down furiously, maintaining her tight suction on Dave's glistening cock-shaft. He beat at the couch cushions with his fists and kicked his heels against the armrest and he soon became immersed in the steamy, itchy pleasure that his mother was providing for him. It felt like hot needles prickling and tickling his balls. And he couldn't believe how good his cock felt thrusting in and out of his mother's juicy mouth.
Roxanne changed her position slightly so she could reach down and tease the underside of his nut-sac with her fingernails. She could feel his balls boiling with fresh young cum, pulling up tighter against his rock-hard cock-root.
She eased herself tip onto the couch, still maintaining her fierce sucking on her son's cock. Spreading her legs while kneeling above her son's thrashing body, she tried to position her cunt just above his foot. Easing her soaking-wet pussy onto his toes, she soon had Dave fucking his foot in and out of her drenched cunt while she continued with her exquisite blow-job.
"Come on, Mom! Make it shoot! Make that stuff come out all over your face! Pleease! Yeahhhhhhh!"
Dave's hips were bucking up off the couch violently, but Roxanne still managed to fit her little finger into his puckered asshole. She forced her finger into his ass all the way to the last knuckle and then began grinding her hand between his asscheeks.
And that set off the most satisfying orgasm Dave had ever experienced in his young life.
Roxanne could feel his blast of cum begin to rush up the taut jism-tube on the underside of his twitching cock. She took the first spurt in the back of her throat and she moaned deeply when she felt the hot spunk sizzle against her flesh. Then she released his spewing cock with a slurping pop. Still reaming out his asshole with her little finger, she used her other hand to aim his cock at her face so he could watch his cum splash against her cheeks and nose and eyes. He kept shooting load after load, until hunks of jism slid from her chin down along her neck.
Grabbing his still-spurting prick, Roxanne mashed the tip against her face, spreading the hot jism all over with his cock-head. Soon, her whole face was shiny with his gray-white cum.
"Aaaggghhh! Get it!" Dave pleaded, trying to shoot out the last of his immense load. "Ohhhhh, Mom. Ohhhhhaaaaa!"
Pulling her finger out of her son's asshole, Roxanne began moving up the length of the couch to kiss her son on the mouth. She inched her wet pussy along his shin, across his knees, up his thigh, until she mashed her mushy cunt right down on his gooey cock. She fucked her pussy against him, staring down and smiling. Her tits swayed above his face, her nipples brushing across his trembling lips.
"Did you like that, honey? Was that good for you?"
Dave tried to catch his breath. "It sure was, Mom. That was the best ever."
"Ummmm, I'm glad you liked it. Now give your mother a big kiss."
"But Mom! Your face is all sticky with… with…"
"If you want to fuck, Dave, you better kiss your mother."
As she lowered her face to his, Roxanne could feel Dave's cock stir back to life, despite his protests. She mashed her face against his and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Then she reached up and stuck her little finger, the one that had been in her son's asshole, into his mouth.
Her tongue and finger worked around in his mouth furiously. Spit and cum spread all over his face.
And it wasn't long before Dave began to enjoy his mother's sloppy kissing. She sensed his new pleasure, as his cock began growing thicker and harder against her big cunt.
Raising up, Roxanne said, "There you go, Dave. Suck my finger and then see if you can fuck me. Okay? Ummmmm, yeah!"
Roxanne looked down at her son and smiled proudly. It wouldn't be long before he was tearing up the neighborhood pussy, she thought. Once he gets a taste of my cunt, anyway.
Yanking her finger out of Dave's mouth, she rolled over onto her back swiftly, pushing her son off onto the carpet. Draping one leg over the back of the sofa, Roxanne spread out wide for Dave's pleasure, revealing every fold and flap of her scalloped pussy.
"Come here and fuck me, tiger. Stand up and fuck me like a man! Do it! Now!"
Dave leaped to his feet and then kneeled down between his mother's open, dripping thighs. He looked up into her pussy-tunnel as she peeled her cunt-flaps back for him.
"Put your cock in there, you fucking bull. I need it now, Goddamnit! Get down here and fuck!"
"Okay, bitch," Dave said, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it was. "I'll fuck you now, Mom, you big slut."
Dave fell down onto his writhing mother and tried desperately to slip his hard cock into her slippery hole. She had to help him get it in, but once he was balls-deep into her hot pussy, Dave began slamming into her with all his strength. He gripped her pelvis for leverage and pounded his cock into her full force. Each time he slapped against her pussy-mound, a spray of fuck-juices would splash out from between their meshed pubic bushes.
Roxanne gripped his asscheeks with both hands and dug her sharp fingernails into his taut flesh. Dave moaned with ecstasy, grinding his cock viciously into Roxanne's pussy at the top of each stroke.
Soon, mother and son were locked into a feverish embrace, trying to drain each other's juices, trying to come and come. Dave's frantic fucking was just what Roxanne needed, and although she felt her orgasm beginning to build, she tried to hold it back as long as possible. Oh, it had been so long since she'd had a good fucking. Even Reverend Eugene hadn't been able to satisfy her completely. Now, maybe her son could give her what she demanded – and what she urgently needed – a bone-shattering come!
Only her husband Bill had been able to make her come like she needed to come. But toward the end his strength faltered and she found herself becoming more and more restless. Even so, he had given her some delicious orgasms. Oh, Bill, she moaned to herself. Oh, Bill.
"Yeah, Mom, this is it. Oh, it feels so good. Work on it, Mom! Faster! Aaaaaagggg!"
"Oh, Bill, fuck me fuck me, ohhhhhhh!" Roxanne gasped. She and Dave were moving as one now, thrashing and bucking on the couch a mile a minute. "Bill, fuck me faster! Make me come, Bill, make me come! Yeahhhggghhh!"
Dave was too ecstatic to realize that his mother was totally lost, confusing him for his father. All he wanted to do was crack his nuts, shooting another load of hot jism deep inside his mother's clenching cunt. As he felt the first spurts of cum about to blast out, Dave opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. For an instant, he stopped fucking and almost lost his come.
Because his sisters Sandy and Candy were sitting halfway up the stairs, peeking through the banister, giggling – and finger-fucking each other!
Dave moaned loudly, closing his eyes tightly in shame. But he was too caught up in his impending climax to stop now. Especially when his mother's cunt began spasming around his thrusting cock.
"Shoot it, Dave!" Roxanne begged. "Oh, please, shoot your spunk into my cunt, please. I can't wait. Come on! Now!"
The sweet sound of his mother's voice and the feel of her deliciously clenching pussy-walls was enough to bring Dave off. As he blasted his second load into his mother's pussy, feeling the first hot jets of jism streak through his cum-tube, Dave couldn't help hear his sisters giggling louder and louder. As soon as he emptied his load, he collapsed into his mother's arms, burying his head between her soft, sweaty tits.
The searing shots of jism sizzling inside Roxanne's big cunt triggered her orgasm. As she thrashed and heaved on the couch, caught in the grips of a thrilling climax, she almost tossed Dave to the floor, so violent were her spasms.
"Yeah! This is it! Ohhh, it feels so fucking good to come! Ohhh, I'm coming, coming coming! Yaagghh!"
As the last feverish flashes of orgasm tore through Roxanne's cunt, she gripped Dave tighter and sighed deeply. It was then she heard her daughters squeaking and sighing from up on the stairs. Now she knew why Dave was trying to hide his face in her musky cleavage.
"Don't worry, son," she whispered, gently rocking him. "Remember, we're going to do everything together from now on. Okay? Don't worry about a thing. Please."
Dave began squirming, trying to break free of his mother's grasp. He wiped his stale jism from his face and neck, where the gooey stuff lingered after her sloppy kiss.
But Roxanne held him securely. "Please, baby, stay with Mom. And if it'll make you feel any better, I want you to know something. Son, you can really fuck!"
The teen was suddenly changed. He relaxed and then looked up at Roxanne, over the tops of her heaving tits. Dave smiled broadly – with pride.