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Horny Balling Mother by Kathy Andrews
Chapter 1
Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.
She didn’t blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a
luscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, at
least she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn’t so
sure.
The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and
dangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. Her
skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very
beautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almost
nonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and the
top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.
Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beauty
of the female form as some women would. She had always enjoyed looking
at pretty girls as much as any man.
The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was a
pretty name for a very pretty girl. Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen,
nineteen at the most. Apparently she was independent in money matters.
She was never seen going or coming from work.
Joan’s apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony
overlooking the pool and patio area. She sat out there on the balcony
now looking down at Fawn and her son. Ted was in a lounge chair,
pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. It was the
middle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, her
son, and Fawn.
It wasn’t long before Joan noticed the front of her son’s bathing trunks
bulging. She frowned momentarily as she realized her son had a hard-on.
But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that Fawn was,
evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body.
Joan didn’t mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The
girl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on his
tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn
was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs
parted.
It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found
that she, too, was being turned on. She wasn’t sure it was because of
her son’s cock or the sweetness of Fawn’s body, and didn’t really care.
A ripple of heat flowed through Joan’s body and she found herself
becoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.
The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned
out to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio and
looked down.
Fawn’s tits were naked!
The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface
of the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantastic
pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at
Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination.
Joan had evidently missed something important when the phone rang.
Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely
titties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about her
moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his
mind had suddenly become numb–he sat there with his cock straining at
his trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan’s reaction to this was
a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely aware
that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.
Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the
swollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn
was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant and
wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn’t tease a boy
Ted’s age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted’s
age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.
Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to
fuck them. Fawn didn’t look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if
her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass him.
From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn’t think it
would. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bull
if he could get his hands on Fawn’s lovely tits. His cock seemed ready
to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her
son’s prick. But she was too far away to really see it.
Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her
eyes move from it.
A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan’s eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn
was looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan
watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the top
of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the
inside of one thigh.
Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton
display of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her own
titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressure
on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt
to twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the
seeping fluids of her excited cunt.
Joan’s eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her
son. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly
stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her finger
along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan
heard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His
tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girl
fondling herself.
Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and
Joan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hair
of her cunt.
On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the
small apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes from
balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in
watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan.
Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan ran her palm between her legs and
rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either or
both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan’s long,
slender thighs and the crotch of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt.
But they didn’t look up.
Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment
than anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn’s
tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan to
realize what had happened.
Ted had come off in his trunks!
She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son
had come off watching Fawn tease him.
“Was it a good one, Ted?” Joan heard Fawn ask. “Did you come nice and
hard?”
Joan saw her son nod his head.
“I told you I’d show my titties to you one day, remember?” Fawn said to
Ted. “Now do you believe me?”
Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and
put it back on.
“I came too, you know,” Fawn said as she tied the halter over her
shapely young titties. “I usually come, too.”
This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no
attention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with her
son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right
there at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was
no one home to see–except Joan. Still, someone might.
Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton
behavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about.
Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but felt
as if they were very close, almost like sisters.
Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was between
her thighs. Quickly, she shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it over
her hips. She watched Fawn paddle to the edge of the pool and climb out.
The back of her tiny bikini had snuck into the crack of her ass, and the
white, creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color of
her thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted before she pulled the bikini out
of the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.
“We’ll do it again later, honey,” she said, picking up her towel and
stepped into her own apartment on the bottom floor.
Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still very
hard. She watched him gaze in the direction where Fawn disappeared,
rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to come
up for a late lunch.
As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herself
looking at her son in a different way. Ted was quite young, but
apparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Nor
was he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan still
felt excitement rumbling through her body as she looked at him,
visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mind
created a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised to
find that she almost came.
After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of his
trunks. She watched him go down the short hall to his room, her eyes on
the tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.
When he didn’t return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joan
followed him. He wasn’t in his room, but his trunks were on the floor.
She picked them up, turning them inside out and looking at his still wet
come juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the hamper, she
shoved the door open and stepped in–stopping suddenly.
Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. He
was, or had been, jerking off frantically. The boy gave a yelp of
surprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He tried to
stuff his hard cock down between his legs, but it jerked upright again.
He tried once more, and the same thing happened.
Joan laughed, a low, throaty sound. “I guess you can’t hide it, can
you?” she said.
“Aw, Mom,” Ted blushed.
“A hard-on isn’t anything to be ashamed of, Ted,” Joan said, surprising
herself with her choice of words. “Nor should you be ashamed of playing
with it.”
Ted lowered his eyes, but his cock kept standing up straight and hard.
He closed his thighs, but it didn’t help at all. His balls squeezed up
from them.
Joan stared at her son’s cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms of
her hands. “I know how good it can feel,” she went on, her voice
dropping to a whisper. “I understand the feeling very well, honey. I
know you can’t leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know you
have to touch it, play with it.”
As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving farther
into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to her son. His trunks had
dropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away from him now, her
knees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollen
smoothly, and he was dripping from his piss-hole, the shaft visibly
throbbing.
She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending her
knees, squatting at her son’s side, her hand resting on one of his hot
knees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeing
the wiry hair at the base.
“I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes,” she murmured with a
thickening voice, her hand moving slowly up his trembling thigh. “It’s
difficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There’s nothing at
all to be ashamed of.”
The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gasp
and lifted her eyes to his. Ted was looking at her now, his eyes
unfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against her
fingertips, and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had been
fascinated with Fawn’s beautiful titties, Joan now seemed fascinated
with his cock and balls.
Joan’s fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly up
the underside of his throbbing cock. She was breathing hard as she
watched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt the
heat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching the
swollen head, she swirled one around the smooth head and finally over
the wetness of his piss-hole. Ted was shaking, making strangling sounds
in his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed and
stroked his hard cock.
Joan squatted at his side, her knees showing as her skirt slipped back.
A few inches of her thighs could be seen, and Ted snuck peeks at them.
Joan very lightly enclosed her son’s cock with her fist, moving it up
and down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful throbbing
of it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in the
crotch of her panties.
Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twisting
it. She squeezed her son’s cock, feeling it swell and burn against her
hand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted’s cock, little
squeals coming from her. Gripping Ted’s cock tightly now, she pumped in
short, jerky thrusts, watching his cock drip more and more. She licked
her lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations of his
cock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down,
but she was so fascinated to be holding his cock she paid no attention
to it.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ted came.
“Ohhh!” Joan cried out, watching his come juice boil from the piss-hole
rapidly, spurt after spurt. She jacked furiously now, moaning as come
juice began to smear on his lower stomach and upper thighs. “Oh, my God!
Look at it, Ted! God, you’re coming so much, honey!”
Running her fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, Joan gave a
low squeal as her cunt went into fiery convulsions of orgasm.
She beat on his prick until he finished cumming. Then, without another
word, she stood up and moistened a cloth. She wiped his stomach and
thighs, then his cock, and last her own hand. Tossing the cloth into the
bathroom sink, she left her son sitting on the toilet, a very surprised
and delighted boy.
Chapter 2
Joan was not bashful about jacking her son’s cock off. On the contrary,
it not only excited her to the point of orgasm, but it made her
seriously consider fucking him.
They had moved into this apartment complex two months ago, finding it
the best of any they inspected. It was small–only ten or twelve units,
built in a square around a nice pool and patio with built-in barbecue
with two tables. Ted was the only young one there, all the rest being
adults. Most, as far as Joan knew, were single men and women, all of
them working during the day.
Being without boys and girls his own age did not bother Ted. He had
always been a loner. He didn’t even seem to miss his father, and Joan
sometimes wondered if he would miss her if she were suddenly gone from
his life. He never seemed to have much interest in things. He was a good
student, but thought sports were stupid. He preferred his books to
chasing balls or trying to hit one with a piece of wood. His
intelligence was far above average, and he had dreams of becoming an
astronomer some day. He had a powerful telescope set up in his room that
he studied the heavens with, and his bookshelf was filled with material
on the subject.
Joan had been a widow for over five years before they moved into this
apartment. Before that they’d lived in a house on the other side of
town. But the place was much too large for just the two of them so she
sold it at a good profit and they located this apartment. There was a
shopping center near-by, and Ted walked to the movies when he wanted. He
shopped for his mother when they needed something she had forgotten, and
his generous allowance was spent on lenses and books about the stars and
planets.
Ted was at the movies this night, and Joan was alone in the apartment.
She was pleased that her son acted no differently toward her since she
had jacked him off earlier in the day. In fact, once he got over his
surprise, he seemed to act as if it were something his mother did for
him on a daily basis. She was delighted that he showed no feelings of
shame, or treated her as if she was something to be ashamed of.
She went into his room, suddenly eager to use his telescope to look at
the stars. He actually had two of them set up. The larger, more powerful
one, and a small one next to it. Both, she noticed, were not aimed into
the sky now but downward. Curiously, she peeked into the larger
telescope.
It had been adjusted to peer into a window directly across from their
apartment. All she saw was a closed curtain with shadows moving behind
it. But it had been set in place for some reason, Joan knew. Turning to
the smaller one, she peered into it and found herself looking directly
into Fawn’s living room!
A shiver went through Joan as she saw Fawn sitting on the couch,
apparently reading. The girl was in her robe, with her long legs propped
up. One lovely tit was exposed, as were her thighs. Ted had shown his
mother how to adjust the focus and pull in a bright, detailed image so
as she peered into the eye piece, Joan turned the focus knob and found
she could see Fawn’s tit perfectly. With her pulse racing and her own
tits swelling, Joan moved the telescope slightly, focusing it upon
Fawn’s thighs. The image seemed close enough for her to reach out and
touch!
Fawn moved a hand along her thigh, sliding her robe away from her body
as Joan watched. Joan noticed she could almost count the pores on that
creamy, exciting flesh. As the robe parted, Joan began to moan softly.
She was looking directly at the honey-colored curls of Fawn’s cunt. Each
strand seemed to leap out at her. She began to breathe heavily when Fawn
drew her hand up her thigh and toyed with the lip of her cunt. There was
something intensely erotic about watching Fawn without the girl
realizing she was being seen.
As her cunt started twitching, Joan watched as Fawn parted the pink lips
of her cunt and exposed her tiny, but obviously swollen clitoris. Fawn
stroked it slowly, spreading her legs widely, her book forgotten now.
Joan’s eyes were straining with eager pleasure as Fawn slowly dipped a
finger into her cunt and moved it back and forth, her rounded hips
writhing in self-induced pleasure. The image of Fawn was so sharp and
seemed so close, Joan was sure she could hear the soft moans of ecstasy
Fawn must surely be making. She could see that wet finger glistening as
it went in and out of her pink, hair-rimmed cunt, and could almost hear
the moist sounds of it.
As often as Joan had used her own fingers on her pussy, she had not once
thought it would be exciting to watch another girl finger-fuck herself.
But as she watched, her own cunt was having fits between her thighs,
boiling with wet heat. This was the girl who had only this afternoon
wantonly teased her son into discharging inside his bathing trunks, and
now she was finger-fucking herself with the drapes open. Remembering the
things she had heard at the pool, Joan wondered if Fawn was aware that
Ted had his telescope trained on her window, and that she finger-fucked
herself as another means of teasing him at night.
She watched Fawn with pleasure, seeing the rounded hips arch up as the
girl apparently came. Fawn pulled her finger from her cunt and Joan
watched in amazement as the girl licked it, running her tongue about the
wetness and finally plunging the finger in and out of her mouth rapidly.
When Fawn finally turned out her lights and went to bed, Joan turned her
attention back to the larger telescope. This time she saw that she had
missed the opening in the curtains across the way. Through a two-inch
slit she could see the bed there, and she gasped loudly. On the bed was
a woman she knew who lived on the bottom floor, spread out with her
hairy cunt revealed. Then she saw a man move between the woman’s thighs,
his cock hard and his hairy balls swinging. Joan’s pussy throbbed as she
saw the woman grasp the man’s cock and stuffed it into her cunt. The
man’s cock slipped all the way into that hairy cunt, and the woman’s
legs wrapped around his waist. Joan watched his balls bounce up and down
as the couple started fucking vigorously.
Joan shoved her hand under her skirt and inside her panties, finding her
cunt wet and hot to the touch. She rubbed at the puffy lips of her cunt
as she watched the man and woman fuck. She could almost feel the man’s
cock thrusting into her own cunt as she rammed two fingers into herself.
With her hand flying under her skirt, Joan panted with steaming
excitement, watching the man and woman fucking so eagerly, wishing she
was there on her back with his cock plunging so powerfully into her
pussy, probing and stretching and filling her. His balls bounced about,
banging against the woman’s lifted ass, and then a hand came down and
around and started twisting and squeezing his balls. Joan was so excited
she could almost feel his balls in her own hand. The woman’s face could
just be seen past the man’s shoulder, and Joan was certain the woman was
screaming out her ecstasy. At least her mouth was open and her eyes were
wide and glazed.
Joan spread her feet on the floor and half bent her knees as she fucked
herself frantically. Her panties were causing her some troubles, but she
was so excited she didn’t want to take the time to remove them. If she
did she might miss the finish of the man and woman across the way.
She was disappointed when she saw the man’s naked ass slam hard between
the woman’s legs and his body go stiff. He was coming, and it was over
much too fast for Joan. She kept watching them as they relaxed, and then
the man lifted from between the woman’s legs. The woman stayed on the
bed, her legs wide, and Joan watched her hairy cunt drip with the come
juice, her hand moving about the thick curls of her pussy.
Still excited, Joan turned from the telescope, her hand still inside her
panties. She pulled the drapes and turned on the light, looking about
her son’s bedroom. She seldom had reason to enter it. Ted always made
his own bed and kept his room neat and clean. Now she looked around.
Near the telescopes she saw where her son sat as he jacked off while he
watched either Fawn or the couple. The fact that her son was peeking
into windows at night did not disturb Joan. She, too, had found how
exciting it could be. She wasn’t sure she wanted anyone to peek in at
her, but it was fun to watch others in secret.
Turning off the light, she went back to the living room, and just in
time because Ted came in as soon as she sat down.
“Enjoy the movie, honey?” she asked him.
“It was okay,” he said, flopping down on the couch and slumping forward,
his legs apart. Joan found her eyes moving to the front of his pants,
wishing his cock was hard. “It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be.
Hey, it’s a good night to study the stars.”
He jumped up instantly and went to his room. Joan knew he would be
disappointed. Fawn and the couple across the way were all through for
the night.
“Mom, have you been in my room?”
She looked up. “I was there, honey,” she said. “I thought it might need
some straightening up. Do you always leave your curtains open?”
She looked directly into his eyes, letting him know she had discovered
he was looking at more than stars. Ted gazed back at his mother
unflinchingly.
“Some stars you see,” she said in a low voice.
“You saw?” he asked.
Joan nodded her head. “I saw Fawn and I saw the couple across the way,”
she admitted. “How long have you been peeking on them, Ted?”
“Long enough,” he said boldly.
After a moment, Joan smiled at her son. “Kind of exciting, isn’t it?”
A grin spread over his face. “Did it excite you, Mom? I mean, watching
them do those things?”
“Very much,” she replied, her eyes moving down his body to the front of
his pants, noticing he was swelling up there. “I sort of, you know,
enjoyed it.”
“Want to see someone else?” Ted asked.
“You mean there’s more?” Joan asked, getting to her feet. “In this
complex?”
“No, over at that tall building,” he said. “It’s an office building.”
“At night?”
“Come on and I’ll show you,” he said excitedly. Before he turned, Joan
saw that his cock was bulging out hard now.
She walked into his room, seeing he had left the lights off but had
pulled his curtains open again. She watched him work with the powerful
telescope, getting it adjusted on the tall office building a block or so
away.
“There. Take a look, Mom.”
Peering into it, Joan saw a man, apparently a janitor, his cock out of
his pants, one hand jerking on it as he dusted about desks. Soon, the
man stood behind the desk with his cock over it, and she saw him come
off, spurting come juice onto the polished desk top.
She laughed. “That’s one way of getting back at the boss, I guess.”
“He does that every night about this time,” Ted said, standing close to
his mother.
She could almost feel the heat coming from her son’s body and it made
her shiver. She stepped aside as he made another adjustment with the
telescope, and then she saw he had aimed it farther away from the office
building. It was a very powerful telescope, and she found herself
peering into some bedroom window. A young boy and girl were there, both
naked and feeling about each other. She watched until the girl was
spread across the bed, her legs wide. When the boy started to shove his
cock into her cunt, Joan let her son look.
Ted was breathing hard and hotly as he looked at the boy and girl
fucking. Joan, at his side, was shaking. She moved her hand to the front
of his pants, brushing it over his throbbing hard cock. She felt her
son’s body jerk, but he made no move to turn away or push her hand from
him. She placed her palm against his hard-on, moving it slowly in
circles as he watched the young couple fuck a few blocks away.
Feeling intensely aroused, Joan stepped behind her son, pressing her
body against his back, her hands wrapped about him, one at his chest and
the other cupping his cock. “If I did it once for you, I could do it
again, baby,” she whispered into his ear.
“Uhh, yeah,” Ted replied, moving his hips into his mother’s caressing
hand.
Joan ran her tongue about her son’s ear as she began to open his pants.
She slipped her hand inside and felt his cock hot and hard. Bringing it
out, she closed her fist around it and began to stroke back and forth,
pressing her pussy against his ass cheeks.
“Do you like this, Ted?” she murmured huskily at his ear. “Do you like
my hand on you this way?”
“Yeah, Mom!” he grunted.
She cupped her hand about the swollen head of his cock, feeling the
wetness smear her palm. She twisted her hand, feeling the hot, smooth,
wetness of him. Her cunt was bubbling with a heat that threatened to
scald the hair-lined lips. She worked on his belt, opening it, then
shoved his pants downward, his shorts with them. Cupping his balls in
one hand, she jacked his prick with the other, but even this wasn’t
enough for her. She lifted her dress and pressed her pantied cunt upon
his naked ass, feeling her thighs on his. Ted’s young body shook with
pleasure as her hand moved back and forth.
“They’re finished,” he said in a choking voice.
“I’m not,” she whispered at his ear, darting her tongue into it. “I’m
not finished yet, darling.”
She turned him, moving her son toward his bed. He sat down and she
dropped to her knees before him. Spreading his legs, she grasped his
cock once more, and as Ted lay back, Joan leaned down and kissed one
thigh. She jerked and pumped on his cock, sucking at his flesh, her
tongue swirling about the sensitive inner surface of her son’s leg. Her
husband had enjoyed this very much, and she knew her son would, too.
Squeezing his cock as she pumped it, Joan breathed hotly as her tongue
moved upward, licking and tasting his young, firm thigh flesh. She
wasn’t sure just how far she would go but at the moment she was prepared
to go all the way with her tongue.
“What … what are you gonna do, Mom?” Ted asked in a voice that sounded
strangled.
“Hush,” she whispered. “Just enjoy it, honey.”
She jerked on his prick as her tongue moved from thigh to thigh, now
halfway up them. Her cunt was fiery and wet as she licked and sucked at
the flesh of his legs, her hand moving up and down his beautifully hard
cock. Although it was dark in the room, with only enough light to make
out indistinct details, Joan could see her son’s balls a few inches from
her face. She gave a whimpering sound and stroked her tongue about his
balls, causing her son to jerk with unexpected pleasure. The sounds of
his panting breath excited her, letting her know she was providing a
great deal of ecstasy for him.
Swirling her tongue hotly, she flicked the tip against his balls,
running it around them as she jerked her fist on his prick. She was
pleased to find her son’s balls tasted so good! She started licking
them, her tongue going up and down, moving them about her lips. Ted was
opening and closing his legs about her, arching his cock up and then
dropping his ass. Joan shoved her hand under him and cupped a young,
firm ass cheek, squeezing it as she pumped and licked at his preciously
sweet balls. She knew, by the hard throbbing of his cock and the way his
balls writhed against her tongue, she would have him coming off quicker
than she wanted.
Yet she wasn’t sure how far she should go. It might be better to go
slow, or it might be better to go fast. The desire to gulp his young
cock into her mouth and suck him frantically was strong, and she fought
against the urge.
To have his sweet, hard cock throbbing between her lips would be so
good, she thought. His cock, so young and hard, would taste heavenly
inside her mouth, and she was sure his come juice would be delicious as
it flowed across her tongue and down her burning throat.
With a soft groan of delight, Joan swirled her tongue about his balls
eagerly, finally taking them into her mouth, sucking hotly as her fist
jerked faster on his cock. The way his balls felt in her mouth sent a
fiery ecstasy down to her cunt, and Joan began cumming. The waves of
steaming orgasm shot through her one after the other, a series of
orgasms like she had seldom experienced. She whimpered as she mouthed
his balls, her fist flying up and down his prick.
Ted was lifting his ass up from the bed, grunting. Joan dug her fingers
into his naked little ass hard, sucking his balls hungrily. She jerked
frantically, mentally urging her son to come, to gush his creamy come
juice before she gave in to the burning desire to close her lips about
his cockhead and let him come off into her mouth.
She felt his cock spurt, and the creamy heat of his come juice coated
her jerking fist. She pulled his balls, making him come with her fist,
soft sounds of delight coming from deep in her throat.
“Come, baby!” she moaned. “Oh, God … come! Come hard … come all over
the place!”
“I am, Mom!” Ted groaned, his ass jerking wildly.
She pumped on his cock until it began going soft and small in her fist.
Then she pulled her hand away and wiped it on his bedspread. She found
tissues on his night table and cleaned his cock, balls, thighs, and
stomach, wishing now she had taken his jizz into her mouth.
She stood for a moment looking down at him in the darkness, barely
seeing him. The crotch of her panties was very wet, and giving in to a
sudden impulse, she lifted her skirt and stripped her panties off.
Holding them in her hand, she moved to the door. She flicked the light
switch, turning the room into brightness. She saw her son grinning at
her, his cock and balls sweetly exposed to her.
“That’s better than just watching, Mom,” he said.
“I know,” Joan grinned back at him. Then she tossed her cunt-wet panties
at him. They landed on his face, and Ted giggled as he drew them down to
his neck. “Now, here’s something you can dream on, darling.” She turned
her back to him, and gave her skirt a saucy flip, showing her naked ass
to her son briefly. “Nice, huh?” she teased.
“I didn’t see much, Mom,” he said.
“Well, take a good look, baby,” she replied in a throaty voice, lifting
her skirt again and holding it up this time. She patted her naked ass as
she arched it saucily at him. “Isn’t it a nice ass?”
Her tongue flicked from her mouth and into the come juice smeared on his
stomach. She lapped it up, swirling her tongue about, then lightly
lapped it across the wet piss hole of his cock. As she swallowed the
come juice and her tongue touched at his piss hole, Joan squealed when a
powerful orgasm sent her ass cheeks wiggling as her pussy clutched in
burning ecstasy.
“Oh, God … I came!” she whispered. “I came, baby!”
Tiredly, she rested her cheek on his cock and balls, feeling wonderful.
She felt Ted’s hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.
She turned to look up at him, her chin touching his balls, her lips at
the base of his cock.
“You’re so sweet, Ted,” she whispered, kissing the base of his cock with
her moist lips. “God, I can’t believe how sweet you are.”
Ted smiled at her, rubbing his cock about her lips.
“That’s enough,” Joan said softly, getting to her feet. “If we don’t
stop now, I might fuck you myself.”
“I will if you will, Mom,” he laughed.
She grinned at him. “You’d fuck your own mother, honey?”
“If you’ll let me,” he said.
Joan studied his young, good-looking face. “I believe you would.”
“Try me,” he laughed, arching his cock up. “Just try me and see!”
“Well, at least you can suck on my cunt-wet panties,” she laughed.
“That’s better than nothing, isn’t it?”
He nodded, running his tongue along the lacy crotch, then rubbing them
about his face.
“I think you really do like to suck on my fucking panties,” she said.
“Only if they’re nice and wet like these, Mom.”
“I’ll make sure they are from now on,” she said, leaning down. She
pulled her panties away from his lips and kissed him. “I’m tired and
ready for bed. I know you’re going to have some very sweet dreams
tonight, after fucking Fawn and getting me to suck your balls and jack
you off again.”
Joan walked to the short hallway, starting toward her bedroom.
“Mom?”
She stopped and turned.
“You didn’t show me your ass,” he said. “You’ve always shown me your ass
before going to bed.”
It was true. Each night after they watched the others through his
telescopes, and after she had sucked on his balls and jacked him off,
she had flipped her skirt up over her ass and let him have a peek,
whether she was wearing panties or not.
Grinning at him, she flipped her skirt up, wiggling her naked ass for
him, then started once more toward her bedroom.
“Mom?”
“What?”
“I wanna see your cunt.”
Joan faced her son, a burning excitement flowing through her body, the
hairy lips of her pussy starting to throb again.
“Please,” Ted asked in a soft voice. “Let me see your cunt. Just once,
Mom.”