Susan had a bad case of jealousy. Her sister had fucked her son and sucked him off, while she had only been a spectator. And now her incestuous passion was raging out of control.
She was watching them both with a sharp eye, catching every wink and smile. If only Pat would go away, Susan figured, she could have the boy to herself. But she wouldn't throw her sister out of her apartment, and Ben had to be back in school the very next day.
It was Sunday. They all lounged around the living room reading the paper. When the phone rang, Susan asked Ben to answer it so she wouldn't have to leave him and Pat alone even for a second.
But Ben came back saying the call was for her. It was Clark. As Susan went into the kitchen where the phone was, she could feel her cunt aching for a stiff prick to fill it. And she knew what Clark wanted to fulfill her desire.
He asked her to come to his place that afternoon. "I miss your sweet cunt, honey," he said. "I've had a hard-on all morning."
"Why don't you come over here?" Susan asked. "Maybe we can all go out together."
"I don't want to go on any field trips with your sister and kid," he said. "I want to fuck you. Come on now, be a nice girl and come over here. Ben and Pat can amuse themselves for a while."
Susan knew all too well, that they could amuse themselves, but she couldn't tell Clark that. She merely said that she had to spend the day with her sister and son.
"Are you sure you don't want to come over here, though?" she asked him again.
"No thanks," he said. "I'll just stay here and jerk off. Or maybe I'll take a walk downtown and check out the local talent."
Susan felt terrible. Clark had sounded pretty pissed off and she couldn't blame him. Still, she couldn't leave Ben and Pat – her jealously was too strong.
"I think I'll go for a walk," Pat said when Susan came back into the living room.
Susan couldn't believe her luck. Now she would have a chance to be alone with Ben. But would she have the nerve to fuck him, she wondered? Ordinarily she wouldn't. Now, however, her incestuous lust was strong enough to carry her through.
"Can I go along?" Ben asked.
Shit, Susan said to herself. Was Pat trying to get the boy away from her? If so, she told herself she would invite herself along too. There was no way she was going to let Pat have another chance at the boy now that she was dying for him.
"No, I think I'd better go alone," Pat said. "I want to check out the windows on Fifth Avenue, and I think you would find it boring."
Susan could have kissed Pat for that. As Pat left the apartment, she gave her sister a look that seemed to say good luck.
Now that Susan was alone with the object of her kinky desires, though, she found that she didn't know how to proceed. Pat hadn't had any trouble, she told herself, but that didn't help.
Then she got an idea.
"I think I'll take a shower," she said.
She knew the boy would go to his closet and peek through the wall at her. And she would give him a show that would leave him drooling.
She went to her room to undress. Then in her robe, she went to the bathroom. On the way, she checked the living room to see if Ben was still there. He was. But Susan knew he would be at his peeping hole when he heard the bathroom door close.
Once in the bathroom, she gave the boy a moment to get into the closet before she took her robe off. She listened carefully, but wasn't sure if she could hear him or not.
When she took her robe off, though, she could practically feel his horny gaze on her body. She knew where the crack was on the bathroom side of the wall. Since it was a thin line between two titles, she had never noticed it. But now she made sure she played to that view.
Before leaning over to turn on the water, she grabbed her tits and watched in the mirror as the pliable flesh oozed through her fingers. Then she brushed her fingers over the nipples until they were stiff and protruding. She knew Ben would be impressed with her tits after playing with Pat's much smaller ones.
She bent over to turn on the water. But this time she stuck her ass out toward the crack in the wall even though that position was somewhat unnatural. While the tub filled, Susan leaned on the sink, facing the crack in the wall, and played idly with her tits and pubic hair.
The thought of jerking off occurred to her. After all, now that Ben was getting fucked and sucked, he might need more than just the sight of her naked body to turn him on.
The thought of bringing herself off in the boy's view made her pussy wet. She knew he'd watched her fuck herself before, but then she hadn't known about the crack in the wall. It would be terribly exciting to jerk off knowing his eyes were on her.
The fingers Susan had been combing through her cuntal curls now began to creep between her thighs. She spread her legs and reached a finger up her cunt. Imagining the boy on the other side of the wall watching her and grabbing his prick made her all the more horny.
But Susan wanted to give him an even better show. The crack was rather high, so he wouldn't be able to look up her twat. Lying in the tub, she could give him a good view, but then her cunt would be distorted by the water.
Suddenly, she got the clever idea of climbing on the toilet and watching herself in the mirror. That way she could give Ben a great view of a weird performance. Standing on the toilet, she swung the mirror into position. She tried to give Ben two views of her pussy-tickling – one directly and one in the mirror.
She lifted one leg to the top of the tank of the toilet. Finally, she was satisfied that she was in a weird enough position. She could see the shining gash between her legs with her finger in it, and she hoped Ben could see as much. Then she began pumping her finger in and out. It was soon glistening with the leaking cunt cream.
With her free hand, she scooped, up a wobbling tit. Now she worked on giving herself a powerful I orgasm. From her experiences with Pat, she knew that there was no better sight to bring the passions to a boil than the sight of a chick in the throes of an orgasm.
It wasn't long before she was shaking in ecstasy. She had to let go of her tit to grab the wall in order to keep from falling. She felt her tit bounce and sway on her chest when she dropped it, and she knew that would look beautiful to the horny kid.
She didn't hold back her wails of bliss, either, although she pretended to try. She only hoped that if Ben jerked off while watching her, he would have enough sexual energy left when she confronted him.
When Susan had had her climax and was climbing off the toilet, the bathtub had almost overflowed. She had to drain some water before she could climb into it. Once she was in, though, the water was higher than usual, and her tits floated like balloons.
She bathed quickly. Now that both she and Ben were on the road to incest, she wanted to hurry it along. But she washed and dried herself with as much sexiness as she could so Ben would be wild even after jerking off.
Susan planned to leave the bathroom quickly and go right into his room. With luck, she could catch him with his prick in hand. That seemed the best way to seduce him, she thought.
She was barely dry when she threw her robe around her and left the bathroom. To her surprise, Ben's bedroom door was wide open. Susan felt a sharp pang of disappointment. Hadn't he bothered to peek at her after all?
She went to the living room when she found him still lying on the floor, on his stomach, looking at the newspaper. He looked up at her, smiled, then looked down at the paper again.
Susan was devastated. Her jealousy overcame her capacity to restrain it.
"What's the matter?" she asked Ben sternly. "Ever since your aunt has been fucking you you're not interested in peeking at me?"
Ben looked up at her with horror on his face. When Susan saw his stricken look, she realized what she had done. She had never lost control of herself like that before.
Ben jumped up and ran to his room. He slammed the door so hard the pictures on the walls jumped. Susan was left standing there with her hand over her mouth in disbelief.
She had to try to patch things up, she realized. Otherwise, her son would never forgive her. She went to his door and knocked. There was no answer.
She opened the door and saw Ben lying on his bed, face down.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Susan said.
The boy didn't move. Susan walked toward him.
"I heard you and Pat fucking the first night she arrived. And last night I couldn't resist peeking into the living room while she was blowing you." Susan spoke softly, as though she were coaxing a shy kitten. She was afraid Ben would run out of the apartment.
"I guess I was jealous. In fact I know I was," she I continued. "When I, was hanging up Pat's things in your closet, I noticed the crack. I even spied on her through it. And just now, I, well, I was hoping you were watching me in the bathroom. I put on quite a show."
Ben looked up at her, but remained quiet. Susan's heart raced as she saw that her son was willing to listen to her.
"So when I found that you weren't peeking at me, I felt hurt, jealous. That's why I said what I did," she said. "You understand, don't you?"
By the time she'd said all that, Susan was beside Ben's bed. Her robe was falling open and the boy was staring at her exposed tits.
"Yeah, I understand, Mom," he said. "It's all right. But I was peeking at you just now. I saw you standing on the toilet, jerking off, and it drove me wild, even after fucking Aunt Pat. After I watched you take your bath, I went back to the living room. Then you came in."
"Oh, I'm such a foolish old woman," Susan said.
She sat down on the bed, holding her head in her hands. She had never felt more ridiculous. But having the truth out in the open was like a breath of fresh air.
Ben's hand on her shoulder made Susan look up from her lap where she'd been staring ashamedly. Their eyes met. It was immediately clear to both of them that their longing was mutual.
Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. Neither of them knew who made the first move. It had been spontaneous. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues intertwined. Susan was pulled down on top of Ben, her tits loose and covering his chest with their ample mass.
Being in the embrace of that young stud was like being caught up in a cyclone, Susan thought. His hands dragged her robe up over her ass and grabbed the wide cheeks. His mouth was opened wide and his tongue reached deeply into her mouth.
They rolled over so Susan was on the bottom. Ben wiggled down her body until his face was buried in her tits. With his hands and mouth, he attacked those mountains of softness with eager greed.
"Your tits are so much bigger than Aunt Pat's," he said just before stuffing a silver dollar-sized nipple into his mouth.
Ben devoured her tit like a starving beggar would devour a steak. After having her sister nibble at her tits with feminine tenderness, her son's voracious appetite for her boobs amazed and thrilled her.
Ben's head wagged from side to side as he forced more and more tit into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands also kept busy on those fleshy melons. But Susan had to interrupt him. She had to have him undress.
"Take your clothes off, honey," she said.
She wasn't sure the boy could pull himself away from his feast, but those words coming from his own mother had such a sexy effect on him that he was able to stop. Jumping off the bed, he tore at his clothes desperately. Susan almost laughed. But she was much too interested in the sight of his cock. She slipped out of her robe.
The sight of Ben's prick standing before him and hopping up and down was burned into her consciousness forever, even though she only got a quick look at it. As soon as the boy stepped out of his underpants, he leaped on top of her again.
When Susan felt his bone pressing into her thigh, she knew what she was in for. She hadn't felt a cock that size in her cunt since Ben's father died.
"Oh, Ben, Ben, Ben!" she muttered deliriously as he continued gobbling up her jugs.
Now, as he sucked her tits, Ben reached down to her crotch. Taking the plump mound into his strong hand, he sent a finger smoothly up her flowing cunt tunnel. The practice he'd had on his aunt's pussy came in handy.
Susan spread her legs. Having her son's finger reaching up her cunt was a thrill. She especially loved the way he ground the palm of his hand on her pussy over her clit as he fingerfucked her.
Remembering the scene she witnessed the night before, Susan's mouth began to water in hunger for his prick. Although his mouth was doing wonderful things to her tits, she would have to forego that pleasure for a greater one.
"Ben, let me suck you," she said as she began crawling toward his crotch. "Leave your finger in my cunt, though."
Ben found his mother swiveling around so her crotch was near his face and her head was at his prick. This is what he'd been waiting for – a chance to study a cunt in broad daylight.
But he couldn't study it without distraction. He felt his mother's hand grab his prick, then her mouth surrounded it. Once again the boy had the pleasure of having his prick in the hot and wet grip of a sucking mouth.
"M-m-m-m-m," Susan sighed with satisfaction when her mouth was filled.
Even with his head spinning with ecstasy, Ben could examine the cunt in front of him. His finger was still sunk in its depths. He could see how the cunt was spread as the mound was swollen with his mother's excitement. Pink ridges of slippery flesh surrounded the inserted finger.
Ben stuck his other hand into her crotch and spread the gash farther. Now it was opened like a blooming flower. He could see now all those folds and creases that he had discovered in his aunt's twat with his fingers in the dark.
With his middle finger remaining up the cunt-tube, he put his thumb on the fold of skin that hid the clitoris. Just as his aunt had jerked her body when he touched her clit, his mother now did likewise. He could make her whole body shake merely by wiggling his thumb.
But the sensations of having his cock sucked began to overcome the pleasure of studying that snatch. His mother was every bit as skillful at cocksucking as his aunt. Her mouth was squeezing his cock-head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Then she would snake her tongue around beneath the prick-knob.
Ben began to breathe deeply in passionate excitement. And the air he breathed was damp with his mother's cunt odor. As the smell grew stronger, he was filled with a longing to taste the source of it.
He had heard the guys at school joking about cunt lapping. He never thought it could be much fun to suck a twat, but now he couldn't resist. It seemed like the next logical step.
He pulled his finger from the deep pit it had been swimming in. Then, holding his mother's thighs wide open, he moved his head between them. As he brought his mouth within licking distance of that pussy mound, he almost forgot about the ecstasy of the blow job he was receiving in his wild lust.
When Susan felt his first tentative laps, she thought of her first cunt-sucking experience the day before. But like everything else Ben did, he was soon filling her pussy with powerful, energetic tongue strokes.
Mother and son lay there writhing with the pleasure of each other's mouth on the most sensitive inches of their bodies. Roth of their heads were moving to add friction and length to their tongue strokes.
Ben knew right away that cunt-lapping was an important discovery for him. He thought fucking and getting blow jobs was all there was to sex, but now he knew differently. With his mother's thighs around his head, he was washing his face in her fragrant juice.
When he sent his tongue up her cunt-tube he felt her body react as though he were sticking his prick up there. Then he slid his tongue up to her clit. That made her whole body quake with even more force than it had when he had touched that clit with his finger. As Ben settled down with routine tongue swipes, he began concentrating on his prick. His mother used a slightly different sucking technique than his aunt had used.
Susan was taking his prick deep down her throat. At the same time, she was doing wonderful things to his balls with her hand. Ben realized that his mother was going to drive him wild with her mouth, but not bring him off. He decided to do the same to her, so he used his tongue on her tunnel and inner-lips, but stayed away from her clit.
Ben and Susan kept at it until they were both almost insane with passion. Then Susan couldn't resist any longer. She had to have that prized cock up her snatch.
"Fuck me now!" she said when she took her mouth from his prick.
When Ben lifted his face from that soaking crotch. He felt how wet it had become. There was cum juice all over his cheeks and chin, and it was running down his neck. As Susan rolled over on her back and spread her legs, he tried to wipe it up, but there was just too much of it.
It seemed incredible to see his mother's familiar face over that very unfamiliar body. Although he'd been watching her lake baths for some time, she looked different spread out beside him on the bed.
He dropped down on top of her. Her gigantic tits buoyed his body as he guided his prick to her gaping twat. This time, he had no trouble at all sinking the tool into that tunnel.
"Oh, Ben, I love it!" Susan said.
Her pussy had to do some stretching to accommodate that big cock. And when he began pumping, she could feel her cunt lining being tugged and shoved.
With his cock in the depths of a cunt again, Ben was seized by a fit of powerful lust. His body seemed to be acting automatically. He braced his knees on the bed so he could drive his cock with steady and forceful thrusts.
After the sucking that prick had received, it didn't take him long to feel his climax blooming. The same was true of his mother. They were blasting off to heaven together.
"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Susan wailed louder and louder.
"Mom! Uh, Mom! I'm going to come!" Ben gasped.
He felt her cunt gripping his prick just as his prick began firing gobs of gism into her. Their hips came together with violence as pure bliss filled them.
Ben hated to stop. Even when he had run out of cum his hips kept jerking. But finally his strength was gone. He relaxed on the pillows of his mother's tits.
"That was the best fuck I've had in a while," Susan said.
"Better than Clark?" Ben asked.
"Well, just as good," Susan said. She didn't want the boy to get a swelled head. But being devastated by him was more exciting than Clark's more civilized fucking.
"Did you fuck me because Aunt Pat did?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so. I guess I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. But before Pat came, I didn't think it was possible."
"Can we fuck all the time now?" Ben asked.