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?"

Chapter 3

Three days had gone by, and twice a day Joan had jerked her son off,
usually with his balls in her mouth. Ted, of course, was having the time
of his life.

He still sat near the pool when Fawn was there, and Joan had not told
him what she had seen. She enjoyed watching her son and the pretty girl
without them knowing it. At night, she and her son would peek into
Fawn's room and watch the pretty girl caress herself, finger-fuck to
orgasm, then lick her finger. The couple across the way apparently
didn't fuck every night, but Joan and Ted saw the janitor jacking off on
the polished desk.

After watching with the telescopes, Joan would always leave her son with
her cunt-wet panties on his face, flip her skirt upwards and wiggle her
naked ass saucily, sometimes pat it in a teasing way.

As yet she had showed him nothing but her ass, but the desire to allow
him to look at her body was becoming stronger. She wondered if he would
be pleased with her, if he would find her titties as pretty as Fawn's,
her cunt as exciting. Not that she was jealous, just that she wanted to
excite her son as much as the lovely little creature did.

During the passing few days, Joan found herself drawn to Fawn almost as
strongly as her son seemed to be. The girl was certainly a beautiful
one, and her legs were very exciting to look at. When Fawn climbed from
the air float, the bottom of her bikini was always pulled into the crack
of her ass, the creamy whiteness flashing. Joan understood Fawn
considered her ass to be quite lovely, and in truth it was. It was a
caressable ass, tight, and very shapely. Joan wondered what it would be
like to feel Fawn's ass, to play with her tits and maybe, just maybe,
fondle her hot, sugary cunt.

Such thoughts excited Joan tremendously, and she knew her son was
desperate to caress the older girl, too. It was in his eyes every time
he looked at her, in the way his cock became so hard as he watched her,
especially through the telescope at night.

A few days later, shortly after noon, Joan met Fawn at the entrance of
the apartment building. She had just come home from the nearby shopping
center as Fawn strolled up from the opposite direction. Fawn was dressed
in a short tennis skirt with a matching blouse. Her golden thighs
flashed prettily in the sun, drawing Joan's eyes.

"Hello," Joan said, smiling friendly.

"Why, Joan!" Fawn said, as if she had not seen the woman in years.
"Here, let me help you with those bags."

Joan gave one of her bags up and followed the girl up the stairs toward
her apartment. The gentle sway of Fawn's tight, shapely ass cheeks drew
her eyes, along with those creamy thighs. Halfway up the stairs, Joan
could see Fawn's panties under the tennis skirt. Already those panties
had crept into the crack of Fawn's ass, and the half moons of her white
ass cheeks beckoned erotically to Joan's eyes. Feeling childish, Joan
stooped lower to peer under the short skirt, feeling her tits swell and
a hot throb start between her legs as she looked at that sweet, sweet
ass.

Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. "Have
you been playing tennis?" she asked.

"Oh, no," Fawn replied. "I don't play tennis. I just think the skirts
are pretty, so I wear them every chance I get."

"Coffee?" Joan asked, hoping.

"That would be nice," Fawn smiled at the older woman.

Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There
was something appealing about this casual position that caused Joan to
shiver with desire as she turned the automatic coffee maker on.

"Ted isn't home?" Fawn asked.

"I hardly ever know where he is," Joan said. "He's getting to be such a
big boy, he thinks he doesn't have to tell his mother where he's going."

"I think Ted is sweet," Fawn murmured. "He's a very handsome boy."

"Yes, he is," Joan answered, looking at the thrust of Fawn's pretty
tits, her eyes becoming hot.

Fawn continued to lean on the sink, her eyes studying Joan's face,
reading her expression and understanding what was going on inside the
older woman's mind. She slowly uncrossed her feet and stood upright, her
shoulders thrown back to make her tits strain forward.

"You don't wear a bra," Joan said, not asking. She could see the twin
nipples pressing against the blouse, and her eyes burned upon them.

"I don't like them," Fawn said, and Joan realized the girl's voice and
dropped and become throaty.

When Joan lifted her eyes, she found Fawn gazing at her intently. Joan
trembled as her cunt twitched. Fawn lifted her arms to Joan, a small
smile on her moist, full mouth. For just a second Joan resisted, then
she moved closer to Fawn and her arms went about the girl. They hugged
each other tightly for a long, breathless moment, feeling their tits
smashing together. Then, without Joan knowing when it happened, her lips
were on those of Fawn, kissing hotly. She felt Fawn's lips open
underneath hers, and the tip of the girl's moist tongue began playing
with her tongue.

They kissed hotly, lips writhing, arms wrapped tightly around each
other. Joan felt Fawn's tits moving against hers, felt those nipples
hard and firm. Fawn began to suck on Joan's tongue, pulling it deeply
into her hot, wet mouth with a soft moan. Joan responded with an erotic
gurgle of pleasure, her hands moving down Fawn's back. She cupped the
sweet tightness of Fawn's ass and whimpered with pleasure when Fawn
pressed her lower stomach hard against her. Somehow Fawn had worked her
thigh between Joan's legs, and Joan felt the heat of Fawn's crotch. Fawn
grabbed Joan's ass in her hands, and while they squeezed each other's
ass cheeks, they moaned and sobbed as ecstasy swelled within their
bodies.

Fawn lifted Joan's skirt and the contact of the girl's hot, smooth
thighs straddling her naked leg sent a hot ripple through Joan. She felt
the moist heat coming through Fawn's panties and searing her thigh. Joan
pressed her leg hard into Fawn's cunt as the girl rubbed her cunt there.
Joan squeezed the tight cheeks of the girl's squirming ass, feeling Fawn
dig her fingers into her ass. The women looked at each other, gazing
into hot eyes as Fawn rubbed her pantied cunt against Joan's thigh.
Fawn's eyes glazed over and a soft sigh came from her mouth. Joan felt
the hot throbbing on her leg and knew the girl had come.

Their lips met softly, briefly, in a short kiss. Joan took Fawn's hand
and led her to the bedroom. With a teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse
and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed upon the
shapely beauty of Fawn's flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink
and swollen, and the white band of her tits contrasted with the golden
color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her eyes in
pretended shyness, offered them to Joan.

"So lovely," Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and
caressing them gently, her fingers squeezing just hard enough to bring
gurgles of delight from Fawn.

"Kiss them, Joan," Fawn pleaded with a husky voice. "Kiss my tits ...
suck on my tits."

The women were about the same height, and Joan lowered her face,
wrapping her eager lips about one nipple, drawing it deeply into her
hungry mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling and licking. She felt
Fawn's hands cupping her tits through her light-weight summer sweater,
caressing and fondling them. She sucked in a wet, greedy way on the
succulent nipples, her hand on the other, scooting her right hand around
to knead and fondle Fawn's lovely ass. She shoved her hand under the
short skirt and felt the heat of her flesh. She ran her finger about the
nylon panties, then pressed her fingers under it to feel the naked
smoothness of Fawn's ass. She sucked hungrily, moaning softly, going
from tit to tit, and Fawn finally had her sweater up, unhooked her bra,
and was playing with Joan's naked tits, sobbing in pleasure.

"Let me," Fawn whispered throatily. "Joan, let me suck your titties!"

Reluctantly, Joan lifted her face, and allowed Fawn to remove her
sweater and open bra. Fawn gazed with delight upon Joan's tits, thumbing
her sensitive nipples into even larger hardness.

"You have beautiful tits, Joan," Fawn murmured, licking her lips. "I
love those big, long nipples."

As Fawn dipped her head and swirled her tongue about one nipple, finally
sucking it very deeply into her mouth, Joan's cunt rippled into an
orgasm. She trembled with her hands on digging into Fawn's shoulders.

"Oooo, I came!" she mumbled in surprise.

Fawn giggled happily, and Joan gasped as one of Fawn's hands pressed her
skirt between her thighs hard, rubbing upon her cunt.

"Oh, God!" Joan whimpered. "Ohhh, God!"

"Mmmm, nice, isn't it?" Fawn murmured with her lips brushing a swollen
nipple. "My, you feel so hot, Joan!"

Again their lips came together, grinding in passion, both women
whimpering as they clutched at each other's ass again, rubbing their
lower bodies hotly together. Fawn fumbled with the zipper of Joan's
skirt and it slithered to the floor. Standing in her bikini panties, she
stepped back and watched Fawn remove her short skirt, then slide her
panties down those tantalizing thighs. The cunt hair was so blonde, the
pink slit of her pussy could be seen through it.

"Take your panties off, Joan," Fawn gasped, fondling her own tits, her
eyes blazing in passion. "Take your panties off so I can see your
pussy!"

Joan almost ripped her flimsy panties from her body and stood proudly,
her feet parted and her hips arching forward. Fawn moaned and shoved her
hand between Joan's smooth thighs, cupping her cunt and rubbing back and
forth on the puffy, wet lips. Joan's hand darted to Fawn's pussy,
worming a finger into the tight grip of the girl's cunt.

They moved to the bed, sitting on the edge as they began to kiss hotly
and wetly, their hands moving about each other's body in steaming
desire.

Fawn slipped off the bed, going to her knees. Joan watched with burning
eyes as the girl parted her knees, stroking the creamy inner surfaces of
her thighs. Fawn traced a finger about the curls of Joan's cunt hair,
parting it and looking at the tip of Joan's protruding clitoris.

"Ohhh! Oh, Yes!" Joan murmured when Fawn pressed her wet, hot lips upon
her thigh, kissing it, sucking the flesh between them, her tongue
swirling. "Oh, yes, yes!"

Fawn began eagerly licking and kissing at the inner sweetness of Joan's
legs, licking her way up between them. She was gripping Joan's trembling
hips with strong fingers, and her hot breath seemed to sear the flesh of
Joan's legs.

Murmuring softly, Fawn nuzzled her face into the steamy bush of Joan's
cunt, kissing the thick patch of hair and running her tongue up to
tickle the indentation of Joan's belly button.

Joan leaned back on her elbows, her eyes closed as boiling desire
bubbled through her body. Fawn ran her tongue about each hairy pussy
lip, teasingly. The wetness of Fawn's tongue sent chills of anticipation
through Joan and she lifted her hips, writhing her crotch in search of
the girl's mouth. Fawn flicked the tip of her tongue over Joan's
throbbing clitoris. Joan wailed and thrust her cunt into Fawn's face,
grinding almost mindlessly. She choked when Fawn ran her tongue along
the slit of her cunt, then shoved it into the slippery wetness.

When Fawn fucked her tongue in and out of Joan's cunt, Joan wailed
again, louder this time, and banged her overheated cunt into the girl's
face. She felt Fawn's tongue swirling and licking the sensitive lips of
her cunt, then close her lips about her clitoris, sucking on it hard.

Sitting upright, Joan grasped Fawn's tits, urging her to climb onto the
bed with her. Fawn came eagerly, and they stretched out, pressing
together. Joan licked at Fawn's wet cunt-wet lips, sucking on the girl's
tongue as it darted into her mouth, tasting her own cunt and enjoying it
very much. Joan pulled Fawn on top of her naked body, wrapping her slim
thighs around Fawn's hips and locking her ankles behind the girl's
knees. Fawn pressed her blonde-haired cunt hard upon that of Joan as
they kept kissing wetly, squirming tits smashing tits.

"You feel wonderful, Fawn," Joan whispered passionately as she squeezed
the girl's naked, grinding ass cheeks. "You feet so damned good against
me!"

"So do you, Joan," Fawn replied in a low voice.

Then Fawn started licking and kissing her way down Joan's naked body
again, swirling her tongue and licking at the sweet flesh, sucking a
nipple, then going farther down.

"I want to kiss you, too," Joan whispered. "Let me kiss you, too, Fawn."

Fawn turned around on her hands and knees, her lips and tongue
continuously moving, tasting, kissing, licking. Joan spread her legs
wide as Fawn's tongue licked through the thick hair of her cunt, sliding
her hand between Fawn's golden thighs, feeling the blonde pussy with
eager fingers. As Fawn licked up and down the slit of her cunt, Joan
lifted her hips and pulled at Fawn's body until she had the woman
straddling her face.

Closing her hot thighs around Fawn's head, Joan caressed Fawn's thighs
and ass cheeks, gazing up at the pink sweetness of the young cunt,
seeing it glisten with hot readiness. The tiny asshole seemed to wink an
invitation to Joan, and she ran her fingertip lightly about it, watching
it pucker. Fawn was cupping Joan's ass, lifting her crotch into her face
and licking hungrily, sucking on Joan's throbbing clitoris. The wet
slurping sounds sent an appeal to Joan's ears.

"Eat me!"

Joan heard the muffled plea with roaring ears.

"Eat my cunt, Joan!"

"Oh, yes! I will!" Joan grunted eagerly, pulling at Fawn's naked ass,
thrilled to feel the golden heat of the girl's thighs against her face.

She pulled Fawn's cunt into her mouth, kissing it with open lips. She
sucked Fawn's cunt lips into her mouth and swirled her tongue about the
sugary lips, then plunged her tongue into it. Fawn's cunt was very
tight, very hot, and very wet. With her hands clutching the shapely
tight ass, Joan began eating and sucking and licking. The liquid taste
of Fawn's cunt sent Joan's mind into reeling ecstasy as she tried to
thrust her tongue deeply. The blonde-haired lips sucked and gripped her
tongue as Joan plunged into it, moaning in this sweet, erotic pleasure.

With her face in Fawn's cunt, Joan lifted her hips and twisted them,
grinding her cunt into the eager girl's mouth, pumping her hips to fuck
on that darting tongue. She clung to Fawn's naked, succulent ass tightly
and pressed her open mouth hard upon the sugary wetness of Fawn's cunt.
Fawn's cunt dripped constantly, filling Joan's mouth. Joan swallowed the
sweet juices hungrily, lapping her tongue inside the steaming slit for
more. The satiny walls of Fawn's cunt against her tongue sent Joan
soaring with mindless, erotic ecstasy. She was sobbing softly as she
sucked Fawn's cunt, whipping her own harshly up and down, making Fawn
gurgle happily. The way Fawn held her naked ass, fondling the smooth
cheeks as she tongue-fucked her and licked at her stormy cunt, soon had
Joan erupting into orgasm after orgasm. She squeezed her thighs about
Fawn's head, sucking as hard as she could, wanting to make Fawn's cunt
convulse as her own was doing.

The grinding motions of Fawn's cunt increased until Fawn was fucking
into Joan's mouth as she twisted her sugary cunt upon Joan's tongue.
When the spasms struck Fawn, Joan's tongue was as deep inside as
possible. The convulsions of Fawn's cunt created a squeezing sensation
about Joan's tongue, as if her pretty cunt was sucking it.

Joan and Fawn thrashed about on the bed, their mouths glued into each
other's convulsing cunt, wailing wetly as they held each other by the
naked, shaking ass cheeks with tight, hot hands. Their hungry slurping
sounds were loud in the bed room, but they didn't hear them. Time and
again they came, bringing each other to amazing orgasms with their lips
and tongues.

As they rolled apart, gasping for air, their naked bodies shaking, both
had come so much that it was almost painful. Joan's face, especially
around her mouth, was glistening with the wetness of Fawn's cunt. She
ran her tongue over her lips, finding them slightly bruised. She smiled
at Fawn, seeing that pretty face was wet with the juices of her cunt.
Fawn was smiling with total satisfaction, her blue eyes glowing.

"My God," Joan whispered, caressing the sweetness of Fawn's tanned thigh
near her cunt. "You taste so good, Fawn. I had no idea a cunt would
taste that sweet."

Fawn sat up, looking down at Joan. "You mean ... Joan, this is your
first time with a girl?"

Joan nodded, grinning with pleasure.

"Then why?" Fawn asked. "I mean, what made you want to do it?"

Joan told of watching her at the pool, of seeing her bikini bottoms pull
into the crack of her ass, of the growing desire to feel that saucy ass.
She did not mention seeing the way Fawn tantalized her son, of the
telescopes and how she had jerked her son off while sucking on his
balls.

Fawn stroked Joan's tits. "I'm glad, then," Fawn said. "I've seen you
around and you want to know something? I've wanted to kiss your cunt
ever since I first saw you. I just didn't know if you'd let me."

"Now we both know, don't we?" Joan laughed, rubbing between Fawn's
thighs. "But this doesn't mean I'm turned off by guys. I love
them--especially those hard cocks they have. I love to feel a hard cock
in my cunt, but now I love to feel my tongue up a pussy, too."

"We're the same," Fawn laughed. "I enjoy eating pussy as much as fucking
a sweet cock, too."

"Like Ted's?" Joan asked, then wondered why she had said it.

Fawn's eyes grew warm as a smile spread over her face. "He's so
good-looking. I wouldn't mind fucking him at all.

"Why don't you do it, then?" Joan heard herself ask.

"I thought ... he's so young, Joan," Fawn replied. "Would he know what
to do with a girl? Has he had a piece of ass, do you know?"

"I'm not sure," Joan said. "But I think he's getting horny enough for it
lately. Besides, there's always a first time, isn't there?"

Fawn giggled, pinching Joan's nipple.

"What's so funny?"

"I think it's hilarious, eating your cunt the way I just did and now
thinking about fucking your son," Fawn laughed. "Tongue-fuck the mother,
then go fuck the son!"

"Anything wrong with it?" Joan asked, a little anxious.

"Not a thing in the world, Joan," Fawn said, squeezing one upstanding
tit. "I think it's great!"

Chapter 4

That evening Joan found herself wishing her son would go down to visit
Fawn.

She knew Fawn would fuck Ted, she had said she would, in so many words.
If he would go down to visit with her, maybe he would fuck her in the
living room, and she could watch them on the telescope! Somehow, the
idea of seeing her son fuck the sweet girl sent shivers of pleasure
between her thighs. The idea of seeing her son's precious cock thrusting
into the blonde-haired cunt she had sucked off that afternoon almost
made Joan come as she sat looking at Ted.

"Ted," she said softly, "have you ever thought about doing something
with any of those women you've been spying on?"

"Doing what, Mom?"

"I know you've been jacking off, watching them," she said. "You jack off
when you see Fawn in her living room, don't you? And remember how good
it makes you feel when I suck your balls and jerk you off after we look
at her? Doesn't that make you wish you could fuck her?"

Ted's eyes became round as he looked at his mother. Joan saw the effect
her words had on him by the way his cock started swelling inside his
jeans. She grinned.

"Well, don't you think it would be good to stick your cock in her blonde
cunt, darling?"

"Yeah, that would be great, Mom!" he said enthusiastically. "But I don't
think Fawn would let me. I'm just a kid and she's not gonna want to fuck
a kid like me."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Joan said. "I have a hunch she
might let you."

"Really?" Ted asked, eagerness in his voice.

"I'm sure Fawn would let you fuck her," Joan said, her voice firm.
"Listen, why don't you go visit her now? You can find out if she will."

"Aw, I wouldn't know what to do, Mom," he said.

"Leave that up to Fawn, baby," Joan replied. "You don't have to do
anything but get a hard-on. I think she'll do the rest."

"Really?" he asked again, his eyes glowing, his cock straining at his
pants. "You think she'll fuck me, Mom, really?"

"Why don't you take that hard-on you're getting down there and find
out?" she smiled at him. "Once she sees your hard cock, I bet she won't
be able to keep her hands off it."

"Like you, Mom?" Ted laughed.

"Mmm, like me."

Ted got to his feet, pacing up and down the living room, excited, his
cock bulging in his pants. "I'll do it," he said. "I'll go see her.
Maybe she'll let me fuck her. I hope she'll let me put it in her! Gosh,
I bet she's good at it, Mom! She looks and acts like she'll love getting
fucked!"

"Go find out," Joan urged, watching his excitement and his cock swell.
"Go on before you come off in your fucking pants, baby!"

"Aw, you wouldn't let me come in my pants, Mom," he said, arching his
hips toward her.

"Don't be so sure," she teased. "You make my panties wet all the time,
don't you? It would only be fair if you cum off in your pants." She ran
her hand over his hard-on. "Mmmm, you've got a nice hard cock, baby. If
you don't go on and see if Fawn will fuck you, I'm going to take your
cock out and play with it myself."

"I'm going!" he said.

Joan watched her son run out the door. Then she hurried to his bedroom
quickly, entering the darkness. The small telescope was still trained on
the living room of Fawn's apartment. She peered through the lens, seeing
Fawn sitting on the couch in her robe as usual. Then she saw the girl
look up and knew her son had knocked on her door.

She watched Fawn invite Ted into her apartment, taking his hand and
bringing him to the couch. Joan noticed that Ted still had his hard-on.

Fawn sat down beside Ted and turned to face him, one leg up on the
couch, the robe parted to expose her golden, creamy thighs almost to her
cunt. Joan saw how nervous her son was, and he kept glancing at Fawn's
legs. She saw Fawn laugh, then lean over and kiss Ted's cheek.

Already Joan's cunt was wet, throbbing with heat. It wasn't everyday a
mother could watch her son's first fuck, she thought, pleased. Fawn took
Ted's hand as they sat talking, placing his palm on her knee. Ted was
losing some of his nervousness, Joan saw. Fawn pulled Ted's hand up her
thigh a ways as she leaned over and kissed him, on his mouth this time.
As Fawn leaned forward, her robe came apart, revealing her beautiful
tits with rigid, rubbery nipples.

She wished she could hear them talking, but since she couldn't, looking
at them was the next best thing. She saw Fawn lift her son's hand and
curl his fingers about one of her tits, and then she dropped her hand
right on top of Ted's raging hard cock. Joan was pleased with her son,
watching him boldly stroke and fondle Fawn's titties. When she saw Fawn
opening Ted's pants, taking his young cock out, Joan almost came, her
cunt boiling with that sweet, deliciously wet sensation.

Fawn closed her fingers around Ted's cock, jerking up and down on it.
Joan's palms itched with the feeling of jerking her son's cock off,
knowing what Fawn was feeling. As she jacked on his hard cock, Fawn
licked Ted's lips. Finally she drew back, unbelting her robe and letting
it fall away. Joan watched her son look at Fawn's naked beauty, his eyes
glowing with eagerness. He looked upon her blonde-haired cunt intently,
then moved his hand up her thigh and stroked it, pumping one of his
fingers in and out. Fawn leaned back on the couch, spreading her slender
legs wide and arching her cunt up to Ted's thrusting finger, gripping
his cock tightly.

Joan was hardly breathing as she saw Fawn stand her son up, open his
belt, and shove his pants down. Ted's cock stood out straight and
lovely, his balls looking very full. Joan squeezed at her own tits as
she murmured, "Fuck him, Fawn! Take his cock in your sweet cunt and fuck
my son! I want to watch this beautiful cock fuck your tight cunt!"

Whether it was because she had said those words or because she was
watching Fawn play with Ted's cock and balls, Joan felt an orgasm rumble
through her cunt. She moaned softly, watching Fawn spread her legs and
push Ted to his knees between them.

Using two fingers, Fawn spread the pink, wet lips of her cunt, and
holding Ted's cock at the base, rubbed his swollen, dripping piss hole
about the fiery slit of her pussy, smashing it against her swollen
clitoris. Fawn was looking into Ted's face as she did this, her lips
parted and her tongue moving about them. Ted was staring down at what
she was doing with his cock and her cunt, his hands holding her hips as
though she would jerk from him.

The image was sharp, and Joan sucked in a hiss of air as she saw her
son's cock sliding into Fawn's cunt. She could almost hear Ted gasp with
ecstasy. Fawn closed her eyes as Ted's cock slithered into her pussy,
and it was obvious to Joan that the girl was sighing with pleasure. For
a long moment, Fawn held Ted's cock inside her cunt, then she placed her
hands on his small hips, moving him back and forth, lifting her cunt to
his prick. Joan watched her son catch the rhythm, and then he was
fucking Fawn, his cock sliding deeply and wetly. Fawn churned her hips
up and down, fucking back at Ted vigorously. Joan could almost hear the
wet sounds of her son's cock penetrating that sugary cunt, and she
shoved her hand under her dress to rub at her own pussy.

Seeing her son's small ass bunch and tighten, his cock moving in and out
of the gripping, blonde-haired lips of Fawn's sweet cunt sent ripples of
desire up and down Joan's spine.

Fawn was churning her naked hips up and down, grinding into Ted's
plunging cock, his balls slapping against her sweet, round ass. Joan
could not see Ted's balls, but she could imagine it very well. She could
see his cock glisten with the wetness of Fawn's cunt, could almost see
the way that tight pussy sucked at his prick. Fawn was not holding Ted's
hips now, but clutching at her firm, spongy tits, twisting and pulling
at her pink nipples, her head turning from side to side, her long
honey-blonde hair becoming tangled. Fawn was thrashing her naked ass
about wildly, and Joan knew instinctively that the girl was either
coming or very close to it.

Then Fawn thrust her cunt hard onto Ted's cock, pressing tightly. Joan
saw her son ram his prick deeply, his young body shaking, then turning
rigid.

"He's coming in her," she whispered excitedly, her eye glued to the
telescope. "Ted is shooting his precious come juice in her tight, wet
cunt!"

A powerful orgasm shot through Joan as she watched Fawn and her son
coming together. Ted's cock stayed inside Fawn's cunt for a long time,
with him slumping over Fawn's lovely body. Joan was glad to see Fawn
caressing his back and ass while he rested, her thighs moving gently
against his hips.

After watching her son pull his pants up and seeing Fawn lead him to the
door, hugging him tightly against her naked body to kiss him good-night,
Joan left the telescope and her son's room.

She was in the living room when Ted came in, his face glowing happily.

"She let me, Mom!" he said exuberantly. "Fawn let me fuck her! Ohh, it
was sure good, too! I liked it so much."

Catching his excitement, Joan grabbed him and hugged him tightly. She
ran her hand along the front of his pants, feeling his cock and balls.
She kissed him wetly on his mouth, darting her tongue into it for a
moment.

"Was it that good, baby?" she laughed. "Did her cunt feel real hot and
wet to you? Was it a tight pussy?"

"Yeah, man!" Ted said. "Fawn fucks good, Mom! I thought she was gonna
fuck my cock right off ... almost pulled my balls in it!"

"I supposed you're tired now, huh?" she teased him. "I suppose all you
want to do is go to sleep, right?"

"Not me," he said. "I want to stay awake and let the feeling stay as
long as it will."

She squeezed his cock and balls through his pants, then turned him
loose. She pretended to pout. "Now I won't have any fun with you, I
guess. You're probably not interested in my hand-jobs anymore."

"I am, Mom," he said. "You can always jack me off and suck on my balls.
I like that, too."

She gave a sigh of pretended negligence. "Well, I suppose I could jack
off the paper boy, or find me another fellow who will let me have some
fun, too."

Ted hugged his mother tightly. "Aw, Mom. You know you can jack me off.
Here ..." He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. "You can do it
for me now."

Joan looked at his cock. It was still wet from Fawn's cunt.

"You're not even hard for me," she pouted. "You've always had a nice
hard-on for me to play with, honey. I guess Fawn has fucked you out,
after all."

Ted stroked his cock, standing in front of his mother.

"Oh, let me do that," Joan said, her cunt steaming again. "Take your
fucking pants down and let me do that for you."

Ted shoved his pants down and Joan sat him on the couch, dropping to her
knees between his legs. She licked at his flesh, watching his cock grow,
swelling and pointing toward his stomach. She cupped his balls gently
and caressed them, stroking her other hand along his pussy-wet cock. She
could smell the arousing scent of Fawn's cunt on him.

Shoving her face between his legs, she lapped about his balls, tasting
Fawn's cunt there. That added to her erotic pleasure. Taking his balls
into her mouth, she began to pump at his once more hard cock. The
piss-hole flared and started dripping, smearing her hand and making her
fist slide smoothly on his prick.

"Mmmm, you taste so good!" she moaned, drawing both his balls into her
mouth, her nose brushing the base of his cock, inhaling the sweetness of
Fawn's cunt on him.

Letting his balls drop from her mouth, she kissed the base of his cock.
"Knowing you were down there fucking her made me so hot, baby," she
murmured. "I wanted to play with myself, the way we've watched Fawn do."

"Why didn't you, Mom?"

"Because ... well, because, that's all."

"Just thinking about it, huh?"

"No," she confessed. "I watched you in the telescope. I watched it
all--the way she fucked you, your cock going into her cunt, you both
coming."

"You did?" His eyes glowed.

"You don't believe me?"

"Sure, I believe you, Mom," he said. "I'd have been watching if I was
you."

Joan stood up, lifting her skirt slightly and shoving her hands under
it. Without letting her son see her cunt, she pulled her panties off. As
she lifted first one knee, then the other to remove her panties, Ted
caught a brief flash of her hairy cunt.

"See, I'll show you how hot I got," Joan laughed, rubbing the crotch of
her panties against his face. "Tell me if I was hot or not? Those
panties are almost soaked!"

Ted held them off his face, looking at the lacy crotch. They were
drenched with the juices of his mother's cunt. Giggling, Joan shoved the
wet crotch against his lips, rubbing it back and forth.

"Have a taste of cunt, darling. My cunt!"

Ted laughed, his hand on the back of his mother's as she rubbed her
panties at his mouth. Playfully, Joan shoved the cunt-wet crotch of her
panties between his lips. "Taste that cunt ... it's second-hand pussy,
but it's better than none!"

Her finger had shoved the wet crotch of her panties into his mouth, and
she felt Ted sucking at it. "Mmmm, you like the taste, don't you, Ted?
I'm surprised you didn't get down and lick Fawn's cunt."

"I sure thought about it, Mom," Ted laughed and pulled her panties out
of his mouth.

She watched Ted rubbing the wet crotch of her lacy panties about his
mouth, then turned to see his cock throbbing up strong and hard. With a
soft mewl, she went to her knees and shoved her face into his crotch,
licking and kissing his sweet balls as she began jacking him once more.
His cock throbbed so sweetly in her fist, and he was dripping an awful
lot. He was still rubbing her panties about his lips, and she watched
him suck at the cunt-wet crotch as his eyes gleamed down at her.

"Tastes good, Mom," he moaned, arching his hips up into her hand,
twisting his crotch at her mount. "I like it, your pussy taste."

"Mmmm," she moaned around his balls.

The taste of Fawn's cunt lingering on him gave her a much more intense
sensation than before. It added to her oral pleasure, doubling it now
that she had sucked Fawn's cunt herself. She wondered, briefly, what her
son would say if he knew she had licked that blonde cunt earlier that
day. She was sure it would excite him. Maybe she would let him know
about it later.

His balls were tightening inside her mouth as she sucked them, and the
throbbing of his cock was increasing. She ran her fist up and down
faster as Ted twisted his crotch against her face. His balls seemed to
fill her mouth and a hot, burning desire to take his cock inside her
mouth and suck his come juice down her throat came over her.

Before she could make up her mind, Ted gave a grunt and come juice
spurted from his cock. Joan moaned around his balls as she saw her son
stuff the cunt-wet crotch of her panties into his mouth, sucking at
them, his cock spurting thick, creamy come juice into the air. She
watched it drop down to splash onto his stomach, her hand, and even some
on one of her cheeks. She clutched his cock tightly as he came.

Releasing his balls, she gazed up at him, her panties dangling from his
mouth. "Nice, isn't it?" she murmured. "You can suck my wet panties
anytime you want. But I get to do this, too."

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."

Chapter 5

Joan stared at her son.

He was still sitting on the couch, his pants at his ankles, stroking his
cheek with her panties now.

"Please," Ted said again. "Let me see your cunt, Mom. You see my cock!
It's only fair."

Ted was right. She knew she should let him look at her pussy if he
wanted. There was no doubt that he was very interested in seeing her.
The idea of her son looking at her, between her thighs, at her hairy
cunt, was exciting, exciting enough to create a fire there. She felt her
clitoris throbbing and the cheeks of her ass clenching. Her eyes moved
to his naked cock, and she was surprised to see it stir, starting to
swell again.

"Why, honey?" she asked.

"I wanna see it, that's all," Ted said.

"If I let you see my cunt," she replied in a slow, very low voice, "what
will you want to do next?"

"I just wanna look at your pussy, Mom, that's all."

Joan knew what he would want to do next. The thought of her son sliding
his cock into her cunt and fucking her sent chills of hot anticipation
through her. She was facing him now, and her fingers started inching her
dress up. Ted's eyes grew hot as he saw her thighs, then almost bugged
out when she pulled her dress up to her waist. A shiver went through
Joan as her son looked at her pussy. She parted her feet, standing in a
wide-legged stance, shoving her hips forward. The thick triangle of her
cunt hair was not like Fawn's. It was thick, almost concealing her cunt.
Holding her dress with one hand, Joan shoved the fingers of her other
hand through the curls of her pussy and parted them, showing the pink,
puffy lips of her cunt to her son.

His cock jerked into full-blown hardness before her eyes.

"Gosh!" Ted groaned as he gazed at his mother's pussy. He ran his tongue
over his lips. "You're so pretty, Mom. Your cunt is so pretty and hairy!
You look wet, too."

"I am wet, Ted," Joan said in a throaty, almost choking voice. "I'm very
wet."

"Mom, I'd ..."

She waited, but he didn't go on. She knew, though, what he was going to
say. He was going to say he wanted to fuck her, and Joan knew that if he
asked, she would give him anything, her cunt, her mouth--her body--in
anyway Ted wanted. But he didn't finish saying it.

Holding her skirt at her waist, Joan gazed at his cock, imagining what
it would feel like sliding into her cunt. The cock of her son ...
fucking her. The lips of her pussy throbbed with a painful desire to
have his prick inside her. She moved her fingers about her distended
clitoris, feeling his eyes on her cunt.

"You'd what?" she asked, her voice husky and filled with desire. "What
would you do, honey?"

Ted gripped his cock hard, making the head swell. He ran the crotch of
her panties over the head of his cock, caressing himself with the nylon,
his eyes never moving from between her legs.

"Are you going to fuck my panties?" she asked, arching her eyebrow at
him. "Or fuck me?"

"Gosh!" Ted groaned.

They gazed at each other. Joan wanted her son to make the first move,
and Ted was waiting for his mother to do something. He kept caressing
the crotch of her panties about the head of his cock, and Joan stood
with her skirt at her waist, slowly rubbing at her swollen, very
inflamed clitoris. Ted watched his mother's hand, and she watched her
panties move about his cock.

She was hardly aware that she was moving, stepping toward him. She
walked with her cunt tossed forward, her eyes blazing on his prick. Ted
was hardly breathing as his mother came toward him, unable to take his
eyes off her fingers and what she was doing with her hairy pussy. His
balls drew up at the base of his cock, his fist squeezing hard.

Joan stopped when her feet touched his. Ted was on the couch with his
ass hanging over the edge, his cock standing up so hard. He pulled her
panties away from his cock and dropped them on the floor, his hands
resting on his thighs, waiting as he looked up at her.

"Oh, damn!" Joan whispered, staring at Ted's cock as if seeing it for
the first time. The heat in her cunt was unbearable. She clenched the
cheeks of her ass, running her tongue over her lips. "Oh, shit, Ted!"

"Mom, please," he whispered.

She knew what he wanted without the words--he wanted his cock inside her
cunt, wanted to fuck her, to fuck his mother!

"Baby," she murmured softly, smiling down at him. "Baby, oh baby!"

Joan spread her legs around his, then climbed onto her knees above his
upstanding cock. Letting her skirt go, she reached behind her back and
unbuttoned it, keeping her eyes on his. Lifting her arms from the dress,
she let it fall to her waist, her titties free and naked against him.
With her cunt only a few inches above his cock now, Joan cupped her tits
in her hands, caressing them. She twisted her hips, doing an erotic and
quite lewd bump and grind as her son licked his lips, his eyes burning
between her slim thighs.

"Put it in, baby," she whispered softly.

Ted seemed mesmerized, unable to move.

"You can put your cock in me, Ted," Joan said in low voice. "Stick it in
my cunt, Ted. You can fuck me."

His hands moved, sliding up her inner thighs until he grasped his cock.
Joan sighed as she settled her cunt against the swollen prickhead. She
felt her son's cock spreading the lips of her cunt, stretching them
apart as her ass moved downward slowly, very slowly. Again she sighed as
his cock moved deeper, throbbing along the sensitive lips of her fiery
cunt.

"Ohhh, yes!" Joan hissed, settling down on his cock. It was deep inside
her pussy now and she could feel his balls pressing the cheeks of her
ass. "Oooo, yes, baby!"

A shiver rippled through Joan's body and her tits jiggled, her nipples
hard. The sensation of her son's cock inside her cunt was amazing, truly
fantastic. It seemed to fill her cunt nicely, hotly, making it throb
sweetly. The way his prick stretched the hairy lips of her cunt almost
caused Joan to cum as soon as the head had slipped into her.

Joan closed her eyes as she felt her mind spin with the sweetest of all
ecstasies. A faint dizzy feeling came over her as she sat astride his
hips, his cock so very deep up her pussy. Her clitoris was being pressed
against the base and into those wiry hairs, tingling deliciously. Ted's
hands had been caught as she lowered her ass onto his cock, and they
felt good, too, against her inner thighs. Another shiver shot through
her, this one making her ass shake. When the hot cheeks of her naked ass
brushed about his balls, Ted groaned in pleasure.

Opening her eyes, Joan fought to focus them. She looked into her son's
face, his expression filled with awe and ecstasy. Shrugging her
shoulders to make her titties jiggle, she cooed softly.

"Oh, yes, honey! Oh, my yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

Ted seemed to be trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. He
opened and closed his lips like a fish out of water, his eyes taking on
a dazed dullness. His cock seemed to lurch inside her cunt, fiery in
hardness. He managed to pull his hands from between her hot thighs and
his crotch. When he rested his palms on her thighs, his fingertips just
touching the thick hair of her cunt, Joan began to sob softly.

"Please don't cry, Mom," she heard her son say.

"I'm not crying, darling," she replied, her voice quivering.

"I heard you," Ted insisted.

"If I'm crying, it's because I'm so happy!"

She fell forward, hugging her son against her tits tightly, cupping his
chin and smearing kisses about his face. His cock throbbed inside her
cunt, and Joan felt her pussy respond by gripping it tightly. She looked
into his eyes again, holding his cheeks. She saw the desperate heat
there, his hungry desire to fuck her, his mother. Smashing her lips
against his, Joan kissed her son fiercely, lips open, her tongue licking
about his mouth.

She moved her ass, lifting it until she held the swollen, sweetly
rounded head between the scalding lips of her intensely hot, very wet,
cunt. With a screwing motion, she ran her pussy down again, sinking
completely.

"Ooo, baby, baby!" she gurgled hotly, still holding his young face in
her hands. "It's so good, Ted! Oh, you're so good! So hard inside me! I
can feel your cock throbbing, beating like a heart in my cunt!"

Sitting on him, his balls pressed against the creamy smoothness of her
ass, his cock far inside her cunt, her clitoris scraping the base, Joan
wiggled her hips, a sort of sideways sliding motion with her cunt. Ted
moaned with ecstasy, his fingers digging into her flesh near her hips.
Joan sat upright on her son, her shoulders back, her tits thrusting out
with impossibly hard nipples. She lifted her dress, and all Ted could
see was the dark thick hair of her cunt pressing against him. He was
unable to see his cock inside his mother's cunt, or the pink wetness of
her pussy. All he could do was feel, and that was almost enough to make
him come.

"Like it, honey?" she asked, smiling down at him, cupping her tits in
her hands, her eyes blazing with heat. "Does it feel good to you?"

"Oh, Mom!" Ted wailed with delight. "You're awfully hot and wet! It
feels like I might come off, Mom!"

"Oh, you can't come yet, darling," she whispered. "We've just started to
fuck. No, don't come off yet."

Using her thighs, Joan began to lift and lower her crotch on her son's
cock, fucking him slowly. His hands had slipped up to her waist, shoving
her skirt away. She watched his eyes as he gazed at the thick bush of
cunt hair that was moving on his cock, seeing the way her fiery cunt was
devouring the hard heat of his prick, leaving it glistening wet with the
seeping fluids of her succulent pussy.

Ted arched his cock up as his mother's cunt came down on him, dropping
his ass when she lifted, watching with enormous eyes. Each time Joan's
pussy went down, she wiggled and rubbed before lifting again. Both
mother and son began to gasp with increasing ecstasy. Friction seemed
like steam as her cunt held his cock, sliding up and down it smoothly.

"Oh, God, it's good!" Joan moaned, leaning forward again and bracing
herself with her hands on her son's shoulders. "You feel so fucking good
in my cunt, Ted! Ooooo, baby, let's fuck! Let's fuck and keep fucking
and never stop fucking!"

Her ass was moving faster now, lifting and plunging in quick darting
motions. Each time her cunt slammed down, Joan grunted, bringing yelps
from her son.

"Hold my ass!" she screamed. "Hold mother's ass! Oh, Ted, grab my
fucking ass!"

His hands moved past her hips and palmed a twisting, plunging ass cheek
in each. His fingers dug into the tight flesh, almost inside the crack
of her churning ass. Joan whimpered and hissed and wailed, thrashing up
and down her son's cock in demented ecstasy. The moist sounds roared in
her ears. Her cunt was blazing hot now, the hairy lips clinging to his
cock very tightly as it ran up and down. The throbbing of her son's
prick was transmitted to the sensitive lips of her cunt, shooting like
flames throughout her slender body. Her clitoris scraped the shaft of
his hard-on with each wild plunge.

Joan sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on it, her
ecstasy overwhelming her. Her ass shook and plunged, twisted and
writhed. She was taking her son's cock very deep into her greedy pussy,
all the way into her stomach. The hairy lips were stretched around his
cock like a tight rubber band, her tits shaking from her increasingly
violent motions. Ted clung to his mother's wiggling, bouncing ass almost
desperately. It seemed to him that her cunt would leave his cock with
each upward jerk, and he didn't want that to happen. But Joan's cunt was
not about to pull from his prick. She rode from the base to the very
head, fucking him with amazing speed and wetness and heat and ecstasy.

"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me!" Joan wailed, her nails digging into his
shoulders. "Fuck me! Fuck mother! Fuck mother's hot cunt! Fuck mother's
wet, hot, hairy cunt! Fuck ... fuck ... Oooo, fuck me!"

Ted squeezed into his mother's bouncing, naked ass with strong fingers,
arching his hips up as his balls became tight at the base of his
throbbing cock. His eyes focused upon her jiggling titties as he gritted
his teeth in ecstasy.

"Oh, God! I'm coming!" Joan screamed. "Your cock ... you're making
mother come, darling! Ohhhh ... oooo, I'm coming so good, so fucking
good!"

The orgasms whipping about her cunt created even more tightness around
his cock. The waving sensation of her hairy cunt lips created the
feeling of being sucked. It seemed to Ted that with each upward motion
of her cunt, it sucked hard on his cock, causing his balls to draw up as
tight as possible at her shaking ass.

"Ahhhh, fuck! Fuck!" Joan wailed in mindless pleasure. "I'm coming! My
cunt ... my pussy is on fire! Oooo, baby ... darling! Mother's cunt is
coming, really coming!"

Suddenly, with an intense scream, Joan slammed her cunt down hard on her
son, his cock buried as deep as it could be. The action of her hairy
pussy lips at the base, sucking and flexing and squeezing, pulled the
come juice up from his tender balls, making it roar through his cock and
splash into her satiny cunt. The rapid spurtings of his come juice
striking the walls of her convulsing cunt made Joan scream again, and a
final orgasm went off in her pussy.

Her body shook violently as she screamed, her cunt being filled and
flooded by his precious come juice. She sat upright on him, her hips
jerking back and forth as he came, darting her hand behind her ass to
grasp his balls. She pulled hard on her son's balls, pressing them into
the crack of her ass, making them tight on her puckering asshole.

Unable to remain upright as her orgasm ended, Joan slumped forward onto
her gasping son. Her tits seemed to close about his young face as she
trembled, his cock still inside her gently pulsating cunt. She felt Ted
running his hands up and down her flesh, from the base of her spine down
over her smooth ass cheeks and then up again. The way he caressed her
ass gave Joan a very pleasant feeling along with the glowing delight of
orgasm.

After what seemed like hours, she sat upright again, his cock still
inside her cunt. She wiggled playfully, grinning down at him. Ted's
expression was one of wonderful satisfaction. He grinned up at her, then
lowered his eyes to the bush of her cunt again.

"God, what a fuck!" she whispered.

"Yeah, Mom," Ted murmured, feeling about her pussy hair with gentle
fingers. "You're great!"

"As good as Fawn?" she teased, smoothing his hair back over his
forehead. "Am I as good a fuck as Fawn, baby?"

"Better, Mom," he replied. "She's good, but you're the best."

"Bullshit!" she laughed, lifting off him. "You never had a piece of ass
until tonight. How would you know what a good fuck was?"

"I know what feels good," he said.

Her skirt fell over her hips as she stood. "You know, you're some kind
of lucky kid."

"I know," Ted grinned.

"You just got fucked twice in one night, and by two different girls,"
Joan said. "For someone who never fucked before, I'd say that was damned
lucky, wouldn't you?"

He nodded, tired from the vigorous fucking.

Joan knelt and pulled his pants from his feet, then took her son's hand.
She walked with him to the bathroom, where she used a cloth to wipe his
cock and balls, thinking it was a shame to waste that sweet juice this
way. She would have enjoyed licking him clean, but he was almost
exhausted as it was.

"I gotta pee," he mumbled.

"Let mother help," she whispered, standing behind him and taking his
cock in her fingers.

Joan looked over his shoulder as he pissed, watching the golden stream
splashing into the toilet. She moved her fingers back and forth on his
cock as he pissed, halfway jacking him. She was surprised to find how
nice it was to see her son pissing, to feel his cock and hold as the
stream spurted from him. With her thumb and forefinger, she ran her hand
up and down his cock, her eyes starting to become hot again, a tingle
growing between her thighs. The pleasure of watching her son piss was
new to her, but Joan refused to deny it. It felt much too good.

She shook his cock for him, then they went to her bedroom. Joan snuggled
her son under the sheets, then climbed in beside him, leaving her skirt
on the floor. She wrapped her arms about him, holding him close to her
naked tits, one of her warm thighs resting over his hip. She could feel
the tip of his cock touching the curls of her cunt.

"Good night, baby," she whispered, kissing his cheek lightly. "I love
you."

"Love you, too, Mom," he mumbled, snuggling against her tits and resting
an arm on her waist.

Joan shoved his arm down, curling his fingers about one naked ass cheek,
then moved her hand to his ass, holding it tenderly, listening to her
son as he drifted off to a well earned sleep.

Chapter 6

Joan woke up with her son's cock prodding against her.

She was on her back, her legs open. The sheet had been tossed to the
foot of the bed, and Ted was between her legs, trying to push his cock
into her cunt.

"Mmmmm, what do you want, baby?" she smiled up at him.

"Pussy, Mom," Ted laughed.

"Don't let me stop you," she gurgled, wrapping her arms around him. She
spread her legs more and lifted her ass up, giving him access to her
cunt. "Don't ever let me stop you from getting pussy."

She moved her hands to his ass, finding it light and small in her palms.
Drawing her knees up, keeping them wide, she arched her cunt to him, and
sighed happily as the swollen head of his cock slipped into her.

"Ooooo, nice!" she whispered, digging into his ass and pulling his cock
deep. "I love to wake up with a cock in my cunt."

She pulled his face to her titties, holding the back of his head in one
hand, the other still gripping his flexing ass.

"You're wet and hot already, Mom," he gasped as her pussy closed tightly
on his cock.

"I always am," she gurgled, twisting her hips and grinding against his
cock and balls. "Especially for your cock, honey."

She closed her thighs around his hips as he started thrusting into her.
She squeezed his hips, scissoring her legs up and down, meeting his
down-thrusts with upward motions of her hips. Drawing her long legs up,
she locked her ankles just below his ass, humping from the waist down,
fucking at him with short, quick thrusts. The sensations she enjoyed the
night before returned again this morning, in full force.

Joan threw her naked ass up and down, grunting from the strength of his
fucking cock. Her clitoris, as before, was being scraped by the
throbbing shaft of his hard-on, creating an intense heat in her pussy.
As he fucked her, Ted began to kiss and lick at her swollen, upstanding
titties, taking a nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling hotly and
wetly. The sliding of his hips along her squeezing thigh felt so very
good to her, almost as good as his sweet, hard cock felt inside her
cunt. She made soft, choking sounds of pleasure, enjoying the way he
sucked on her tits as they fucked.

She moaned in pleasure as she felt his hands slide down her body, then
underneath to cup her ass, lifting it up to his cock. She squealed
happily when he squeezed her ass, banging his cock powerfully into her
pussy. She drew her knees up his sides, bringing them to his shoulders
and lifting her cunt into the air. Ted was almost on his knees fucking
her now, his cock beating rapidly upon her puffy, fiery cunt lips,
driving deep. His balls began to slap against the spreading cheeks of
her ass, as though teasing her puckered asshole. Wrapping her arms
behind her knees, she pulled them as far back as she could, her crotch
spread out for him.

"Mmmmm, ram it to me, Ted!" she gurgled hotly. "Ohhhh, baby, fuck it
good! Ahhhh, I love it so! Fuck mother ... fuck mother's wet cunt,
darling!"

"Hot pussy," Ted groaned, slamming his cock in and out of her hairy cunt
swiftly. "Your cunt is so fucking hot, Mom! You're really wet, too! I
love to fuck you, Mom!"

"Then fuck me, baby!" she urged huskily, thrusting her cunt up and down
in rhythm to his cock. "Fuck mother's hot cunt! Fuck my wet, hairy
pussy! Fuck my snatch, my twat! Ooooo, mother's cunt loves your hard,
hard cock, darling!"

Ted was still clutching the spreading cheeks of her uplifted ass.
Twisting frantically as he fucked her, Joan felt his fingers near her
asshole, and began to swing her ass around in an effort to get a finger
against it.

"Touch my asshole!" she yelped. "Ted, rub my asshole ... fuck me and rub
my asshole!"

Without missing a beat, Ted slipped a finger to the heat of his mother's
asshole, rubbing it swiftly as his cock stabbed in and out of her cunt.

With his finger rubbing her asshole and his cock delving so deeply in
her cunt, Joan began to hiss and whimper, almost strangling with
ecstasy. She shook her raised ass wildly, holding her knees far back,
looking up with glazed eyes into her son's contorted face. She sucked on
her bottom lip, moaning as the liquid heat inside her cunt began to
boil.

"Ooohhh! Ahhhh, ram it, ram it!" she croaked. "Such a good way to wake
up! Mmmm, give me that sweet, hard cock! Mother's cunt wants your hard
cock, darling! My wet, hairy cunt wants your cock all the time, forever
and ever! Oooo, fuck me hard! Fuck me real hard!"

Ted was looking down, watching his cock plunge into his mother's cunt.
It was easy to see with her ass so high and knees drawn back. He could
see the pink wetness of her cunt holding his cock, the wetness on his
prick and her clitoris as it burned along the shaft of his cock. He
rubbed faster at her tight asshole, grunting with ecstasy.

Joan began to murmur and whimper as her passion soared, her pussy
clutching his prick, sucking at it greedily. She held her ass up, crotch
fully exposed to his pounding cock. He rammed into her so hard, her
breath was driven from her lungs in gasps. With each of his plunges, her
tits would jiggle. She tried to draw her knees back even more, but they
were as far as they would go now. With her burning eyes, she watched the
wiry hair at the base of his cock mingle with her cunt hair as he came
down hard.

"You're going to make me come, Ted!" she gasped. "I'm so close now ...
so close! Oh, God! I'm going to explode! Harder, harder! Fuck me harder,
darling! Pound my cunt! Pound me, pound me, fuck me!"

A loud wail came from Joan when her orgasm started, becoming a scream of
sheer ecstasy as the power grew. The throbbing waves of her orgasm set
up that sucking sensation in her cunt, and once more it seemed as if she
was sucking him off with her hairy-lipped cunt.

Ted's finger began pressing upon the tightness of his mother's asshole.
The sensations there increased the power of her orgasms, and Joan yelped
and wailed and gasped as a series of steaming convulsions shook her
naked body.

"Now!" Joan screamed. "Now!"

Ted rammed deep into her spasming cunt, his body going stiff, his head
thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. With a loud grunt, he discharged
into her pussy. Streams of gushing come juice flooded her hungry pussy,
splattering the velvety walls. Joan screamed once more as she felt her
son's come juice filling her cunt, and a final orgasm burned through her
body like an exploding fire.

As she finished coming, a weakness came over her. She slowly lowered her
legs to the bed, her son's cock pulling from her clutching cunt with a
moist sound. Ted rolled to his side, breathing hard. Joan lay on her
back, legs spread wide and her arms at her sides. Her naked tits rose
and fell in her effort to suck air into her lungs.

A few minutes later she lifted herself up on an elbow, grinning at her
son. "Now, that's what I call a real nice way to wake up. I wonder if
you could wake me up every morning that way."

Ted grinned up at his mother, cupping one of her tits and giving it a
squeeze. "I could sure try," he said.

Joan looked down at his cock and balls. His prick was glistening with
their juices. She caressed her hand around his young, tender balls, and
quickly darted her face downward. She kissed his wet cock with hot lips,
then his balls.

"That's enough of this," she said gaily, swinging her legs over the bed
and getting up. "Want to shower with me?"

"Hey, yeah!"

"Then move your lazy ass," she laughed, twisting her naked ass into the
bathroom.

Joan set the stream of water to a nice comfortable temperature, then
stepped under it, soaking her hair and moaning softly with the good
feelings still inside her. By the time she had shampoo on her hair, Ted
was in the stall with her. She shivered as he soaped her back,
scratching it deliciously. She wiggled her ass while she washed her
hair, and Ted began washing his mother's shapely ass, soaping her up
good. He worked his hand into the crack, and Joan gave a lewd giggle,
arching her ass back into his hand, wiggling it saucily.

Suddenly Joan yelped.

"Hey, watch that shit, guy!" she said. "You're supposed to wash my ass,
not stick your finger up it."

Ted laughed playfully, goosing his mother again. Joan squealed and
tucked her hips forward, turning around to face him. As the water washed
the shampoo from her hair, she grabbed his cock in one hand, his balls
with the other.

"I'll show you!" she said. "Think you can stick your fucking finger up
my asshole, do you?"

She pulled her son close to her by his cock, tucking it between her
thighs. Running her hand behind him, she quickly darted her finger into
his asshole.

Ted yelled and jerked away, grabbing his ass with both hands. Then, with
a laugh she hugged him against her soapy tits.

"I can do that, too," she said.

"That's not fair, Mom," Ted replied.

"Oh, it's not? And why not?"

"You're a girl," he said. "Girls are supposed to like that, not guys."

"Is that right? And where did you get this bit of wisdom, darling?"

"I heard it, that's all."

"Then you heard wrong."

They finished washing each other, then stepped from the stall and dried
one another off. Joan tickled his balls, causing Ted to dance about and
try to get away, laughing gleefully.

"You're gonna make me piss if you don't stop, Mom."

"So piss," she giggled, tickling his balls again.

Ted let loose a stream of piss.

"Hey, you little fart!" she giggled, jerking him to the toilet. "Who do
you think has to clean up around here? You piss in the fucking toilet! I
thought I raised you with better manners than that."

Ted laughed up at her as she held his cock, seeing his mother's glassy
eyes as she watched him pissing. Her mouth was open, and she seemed to
be breathing fast, her tits rising and failing, her nipples swelling.

"That looks beautiful," Joan whispered. "I like to watch you piss,
honey."

She moved his cock, trying to make the stream wavy, but when she did
that, he pissed on the floor more than in the toilet. When he finished,
Joan kept holding his cock, not shaking it the way she had last night.
There was a glazed expression in her eyes as she slowly went to her
knees. Pushing at his hip, she turned her son around so that her eyes
were on a level with his cock. A golden drop of piss clung to his
piss-hole, and with a low sobbing sound, Joan snaked her tongue out and
used the tip to flick the drop of piss from him. Closing her fist about
his cock, she looked up at her son, her beautiful face contorted with a
perverse expression of erotic desire.

Another golden drop of piss formed on his piss-hole, and she looked at
it for a long, breathless moment, then her tongue sneaked out again. She
ran her tongue over the head of her son's cock, circling his piss-hole.
Then, with a soft moan, flicked her tongue at the drop of piss and drew
it into her mouth.

Running her tongue about inside her mouth and tasting his piss, a
shudder went through her. With a cry of pleasure, she buried her face
against his cock and balls, wrapping her arms around his hips and
clutching his young ass with tight hands.

"Oooo, you're so fucking sweet, Ted!"

She moaned against his cock and balls. Twisting her face about, she
rubbed his sweetness about her cheeks and nose and chin, then began to
kiss at his cock and balls hungrily.

"You feel so good against my face," she murmured, caressing her cheek
along his cock. "I love the feel of your cock against my face."

Feeling his cock swell, Joan drew back and stared at it, her eyes very
hot, moist and wide open. She sat on her heels, knees wide, holding his
balls with one hand now, her other still clutching his tight ass cheek.
Moving her ass, she pressed one heel against her cunt, feeling the
pressure grow into a wet heat there. Releasing his balls, she closed her
fist about his cock and looked up at him, jerking her fist slowly as his
prick turned into that beautiful, desirable hardness.

Ted looked down at his mother, neither of them speaking, their breathing
loud in the small bathroom. Still gazing up at her son, Joan pressed her
lips to the tip of his cock, -kissing it. The tip of her tongue came out
and she began to make hot, wet circles about the swollen head, flicking
the tip gently and caressing his flaring piss-hole. She placed her lips
just over the piss-hole, kissing it as her tongue swiped slowly. She
felt her son's body shake and she closed her fingers tighter into his
ass cheek.

With a soft growl, Joan released his cock and moved her lips up and down
the shaft, her tongue barely touching it. The hard meat of his prick
against her mouth felt wonderful to her. There was a delicious sensation
about running her burning lips up and down her son's throbbing cock. She
swirled her tongue into the wiry hair, then flicked his balls. She used
the flat surface of her tongue now, licking at his cock from base to
piss-hole, slowly, the way a small child would savor an ice cream cone.

Ted's cock started seeping juices now, and as the juice beaded at his
piss-hole, Joan licked them away. She kept her tongue out of her mouth,
running it up and down the hard shaft and circling the swollen head,
beginning to pant with hungry desire. The urge to suck her son's cock
was strong, much stronger than she had ever felt before. She had enjoyed
the feel of a hard cock throbbing between her lips often, yet somehow
those urges to suck her son's cock off were especially strong.

Holding his cock at the base again, she ran her tongue about the
deliciously smooth head, letting the heat sear into her mouth. Each
bubble of fluid that seeped from his piss-hole was quickly licked away
by her darting tongue. The taste of those juices created a hungry storm
inside her naked body. They were more delicious than ever because that
slippery wetness came from her son's cock.

Ted stood looking down with anxious eyes, his hips arched outward. He
rested one hand on top of his mother's head. The heat of her wet tongue
running up and down his cock gave him many thrills that were different
than fucking Fawn or his mother. Each of them had felt good, but this
was different. His mother's mouth and tongue gave him an entirely
different kind of ecstasy.

Joan could no longer keep teasing herself this way.

With a moan of passion, she closed her lips around her son's cockhead,
her tongue fluttering. She grasped the cheeks of his ass again, her
fingers digging into his flesh, and jerked him forward, driving his cock
into the back of her throat. She gurgled as the swollen head of his
prick prodded the burning entrance of her throat, sliding over her
tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her lips spread tightly on his hard
cock, stretching so sweetly. She sucked the full length into her mouth,
feeling the wiry hairs at the base tickle them and her nose. Holding his
cock deeply, she writhed her lips at the base and squeezed his ass
cheeks, her eyes blazing up at his surprised face.

Pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock, she made her
mouth a wet, hot tightness for him, sucking her lips back along it until
she was just barely pressing them over his piss-hole. She sucked hard on
his piss-hole, drawing juices from it, her tongue flicking them away.
Then she jerked his ass forward again, taking his cock as deeply as it
would go, sobbing with perverse hunger.

She bobbed her lovely face back and forth a few times, sucking hot and
hard on his cock. Then she slowed down, sucking from his prick and
smacking her lips. She held his ass tightly and whispered to him.

"I'm going to suck you, darling. I have to suck your cock! I need to
suck your cock, Ted!"

Again she swallowed her son's cock in her wet mouth and jerked her lips
back and forth, her tongue flying in greed. "Ohhhhh, you're so fucking
sweet!" she wailed as her tongue flicked the piss-hole. "You're so
sucking sweet! Cock-sucking sweet! Your cock is delicious in my mouth,
darling! Ooo, I love the way it feels between my lips! So hard and hot
... and I want to suck it off!"

"You want me to come in your mouth, Mom?" Ted panted, his naked body
shaking with pleasure.

"God, yes!" she squealed.

She swallowed his prick again, pulling at his ass until her lips were
pressing into the wiry cockhair. With her lips as tight as she could
make them, Joan started sucking on her son's cock like a starved woman.
Her tongue was in constant motion, fluttering along the shaft and
flicking about his piss-hole. The way his young cock stuffed her mouth
was a delight she had never known before. As her face plunged forward,
she pulled at his ass. Sounds of intense ecstasy bubbled from her with a
wet, muffled sound, her eyes still blazing up at him.

She turned loose of his ass long enough to bring his hands to her
cheeks, pressing them there to let him know what she wanted. Again she
clutched his tight ass cheeks, squeezing them as she jerked his cock in
and out of her scalding wet mouth.

Once Ted understood, she stopped jerking at his ass. He was now fucking
her face the way he fucked her cunt. Joan's eyes rolled about in
pleasure, thrilled that he fucked her mouth eagerly. Her lips tingled as
he beat the base of his cock against them, sending excitement down her
naked body to her cunt. Joan pressed her heel tighter yet into her wet
pussy as Ted fucked her mouth, her moans an indication of her wild
ecstasy. Her cunt seemed to be drawing inward, steaming with impending
orgasm. Holding his ass in her palms, she felt as if her mouth was her
cunt that somehow her mouth and cunt had switched places. She had never
felt this way before.

The sounds of her son's grunts broke through her mesmerized brain, and
she felt his prick throbbing against her sucking lips. She focused her
eyes on his twisting face. He plunged his cock in and out of her mouth
with frantic desperation now, and Joan knew it would not be long before
she had a mouthful of come juice.

She dug her fingers into his ass, urging him not to hold back, telling
him that she wanted him to come off inside her mouth, to spurt the thick
sweetness down her burning throat. Ted, much too involved in his own
ecstasy to pull his cock out, fucked in a frenzy, watching his cock
plunge into his mother's mouth all the way, his balls banging against
her chin.

"I gotta come, Mom!" he yelled. "I just gotta come!"

Joan gurgled and sucked hard, her tongue flying at his cock stabbed into
her gripping lips ,and at her burning throat.

As the come juice boiled out of his cock, she was gripping him hard.
With the hot taste of his sugary-tasting come juice, she jerked at his
ass, driving his cock into her throat. She gurgled wetly as the thick
come juice spewed into her mouth. Joan gulped in wet delight, her tongue
licking hard. Her mouth filled with the creamy sweetness from his balls
time and again. She swallowed, making dainty choking sounds. The
rumbling explosion of an orgasm seared her cunt, and she moaned around
his gushing cock as her eyes closed in ecstasy. Swift squirts came out
of his piss-hole, like a never-ending stream. Joan sucked and swallowed
hungrily as she came, the fuzzy lips of her cunt contracting against her
heel.

Feeling her son's body slowly shake with pleasure, she ran her hands up
and down his ass, holding his cock in her mouth after he had stopped
coming. She sucked from it slowly, then giggled lewdly as she licked her
lips.

"Oh, you taste so fucking good, Ted!" she squealed, grasping his cock
and drawing a bubbling bead of frothy come juice to his piss-hole. She
flicked it up with her tongue, then kissed his cock.

Getting to her feet, she found she was weak. Leaning her naked ass
against the sink, she laughed. "I came so damned hard when you did,
Ted." She looked down at his cock. "God, you really come when you come,
don't you?"

"You said to cum in your mouth, Mom," he reminded her.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," she laughed huskily, licking her puffy lips.
"I'm glad you come so fucking much. I don't think I'll ever get enough
of it. Mmmmm, you're one guy who can shoot off in my cock-sucking mouth
anytime you want!"

Ted flung his arms around her, hugging his mother tightly as they stood
laughing with pleasure.

Chapter 7

After lunch, Joan saw Fawn was at the pool, floating on her rubber
mattress.

"Why don't we join Fawn, Ted?" she said. "I've got this new bikini I'd
love to wear for you."

Ted changed into his trunks, watching his mother wiggle her shapely ass
into the tight bikini bottom. The bikini was white, with tiny red hearts
on her right hip. The top, almost too small to hold her straining tits,
also had tiny hearts, two positioned right on her left nipple. The
bottom of her bikini was very small, and if she wasn't careful, curling
pussy hair would peek over the top. As it was, the material was quite
thin, and the faint shadow of her cunt hair could be seen.

Joan was pleased to see the way her son looked at her. She twitched her
ass, taking his hand and leading him from the apartment. They skipped
onto the decking of the pool like two happy children.

"Hi, there!" Joan waved to Fawn, who waved back.

Fawn was wearing a bright-red bikini today, and Joan noticed the lovely
bulge of the girl's cunt as the float turned lazily in the sparkling
water. Glancing at her son, she saw that he noticed it, too.

"Stop staring with your tongue hanging out," she hissed, goosing him in
the ass.

Ted yelped and jerked his hips forward, losing his balance and falling
into the pool.

"What was that all about?" Fawn asked.

"I goosed him," Joan laughed, sitting in a lawn chair and crossing her
legs at the ankles.

"In the ass?"

"Where else do you goose a guy?" Joan countered.

Ted surfaced, blowing water and laughing. "You better keep your hands to
yourself, Mom!" he yelled up at her.

"Oh? What are you going to do about it?" Joan retorted playfully. "Goose
me back?"

"You never know, do you?" Ted said, swimming to the edge of the pool and
sitting there, dangling his feet in the water. "I just might do that."

Fawn looked from one to the other, her blue eyes quizzical. She bent one
leg up, but keeping it wide. Joan gazed openly between those slender,
golden thighs, remembering what Fawn's cunt tasted like and the
tightness of those blonde-haired cunt lips around her tongue.

She was surprised at how easily and quickly she and Fawn had sucked each
other. They had licked cunts as if it were the most natural thing for
them to do, as if they had been tongue-fucking each other for some time.

Fawn, seeing that Joan was gazing between her legs, made a very slight
upward motion of her hips, then licked her tongue about her lips, a
slight leering smile on her beautiful face. Joan grinned at the girl,
stuck her tongue out, and wiggled it suggestively. Ted watched them,
wondering what was going on. Whatever it was, he was pleased at how
friendly they were.

For the first time since coming out to the pool, Joan noticed that
Fawn's bikini was undone at her rounded hips. Her cunt was covered only
by the front flap, and it looked as if a small breeze would blow it away
and expose her sugary cunt.

"Is the water cold?" Joan asked, her voice husky with emotion.

"It's perfect, Joan," Fawn replied.

Getting out of the chair, Joan dove in, swimming a few fast lengths,
then climbed from the pool. With her back to Ted and Fawn, she used her
towel to dry her arms and heard the youngsters giggle. "Something
funny?" Joan asked, looking over her shoulder.

"You can see through your bikini," Fawn answered.

Joan twisted to look at her ass. Sure enough, the material had become
transparent! For just a moment, she felt her face grow warm with
embarrassment, then realized she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
She had fucked her son and sucked cunts with Fawn--what did she have to
hide?

She wiggled her ass at them, then dropped the towel and, nonchalantly,
faced them, one hand at the back of her neck and the other one on her
jutting hip. "Take a good look, then," she said.

The dark triangle of her cunt hair stood out boldly, dark behind the
white of her bikini. Even her nipples could be seen. Fawn darted her
eyes at Ted and saw him grinning from ear to ear, then back at Joan.
Understanding came to her, and she laughed softly, a tinkling sound of
delight.

"So, that's how it is, huh?"

"Whatever that means," Joan said, sitting down in the chair. "I guess
that's how it is." She spread her legs without concern.

"Well, well," Fawn said in a throaty voice. "I can't say I blame you,
Joan."

Joan looked at Fawn, daring her to make a nasty remark. But Fawn wasn't
going to say anything nasty. She grinned lewdly at Joan, then at Ted.
Fawn and Ted both looked between Joan's knees, seeing the shape of her
cunt hair through the wet bikini.

"You know there isn't anyone else home in this complex, don't you,
Joan?" Fawn said in a husky voice. "No one can see you--us."

Fawn removed her top, her firm titties capped with those succulent pink
nipples that stood up to the sun. Ted giggled as he looked at them.

"You sent Ted to me last night," Fawn said, making it a statement.
"That's what he told me. You sent him to me for a fuck, right?"

Joan nodded. "That's right. You told me to, Fawn."

"Does he know?" Fawn asked. "About us?"

"Not yet," Joan said. "You can tell him if you want. I don't mind."

"Tell me what?" Ted asked.

"Your mother and I ..." Fawn ran her tongue over her lips, "we sort of,
you know, kissed each other."

Joan snorted. "What Fawn is trying to say, baby, is we sucked cunts. We
tonguefucked each other."

"Really?" Ted asked, delight obvious in his young voice. "You two really
sucked each other?"

Fawn realized there was nothing to be shy about now, and laughed
gleefully, rubbing her naked tits. "Did we! We sucked each other dry,
Ted!"

Joan saw her son's cock bulging in his trunks and that was all she
needed to know. The straining of his young cock was enough evidence to
her that he was excited about what was happening.

"Anyone want to skinny dip?" Fawn said, lifting her ass on the air
mattress and tossing her scarlet bikini bottom into the water. Joan and
Ted watched as Fawn split her legs for a brief, teasing moment, then
flipped over the side of the mattress, a flash of her white ass showing
before she went under the water.

Ted removed his trunks quickly, his cock standing out very hard. Joan
sucked in a gasp of pleasure as he dived into the water, watching him
dart after the naked Fawn.

As Fawn and Ted surfaced, Fawn yelled, "Come on, don't be a fraidy cat,
Joan. Take your bikini off, show us those goodies!"

"You can see all my goodies through this fucking suit!"

Joan laughed, pulling her top off, then standing up to remove the
bottom. She posed for a moment at the edge of the pool, letting Fawn and
Ted look at her lovely nakedness, then she jumped in feet first.

When Joan came up sputtering, Fawn had Ted pressed up against the pool
deck in the shallow end. Her springy tits were rubbing back and forth
across Ted's chest, and his eyes glowed with delight. Moving toward
them, Joan saw the flashing whiteness of Fawn's ass below the water, her
son's hands feeling it. Fawn was moving her ass, twisting and pressing
it against Ted.

Now beside them, Joan grinned at her son, shoving her hand between the
two naked bodies. She gripped her son's cock tightly as Fawn pressed her
stomach against it. "Now you're what I would call a happy boy."

"Gosh, Mom," Ted laughed in delight. "I think this skinny dipping is
great."

"You would," she snorted, tugging at his balls hard enough to bring a
yelp from him. "Horny shit."

"Mmmm, he can be as horny as he likes with me," Fawn mewled huskily,
parting her legs as Joan pressed Ted's cock between them. "Anytime
you're horny, honey, you know where to find me."

Joan squeezed Fawn's pretty naked ass when the girl slipped her hot
thighs back and forth. Running her hand down over the shapely cheeks of
Fawn's ass, Joan felt the head of her son's cock pressing through.
Erotic pleasure shot through Joan, and her other hand lifted to close
about a beautifully shaped tit.

"Ohhh, God!" Joan moaned, squeezing Fawn's tit and trying to cup the
head of her son's cock as it came through those sleek thighs. "Ohhhh,
this is nice!"

Joan pressed her bushy cunt against Fawn's hip, rubbing back and forth.
Ted, holding one of Fawn's tits, slipped his other hand to his mother's.
Fawn watched the small hand caress and fondle Joan's tit, his fingers
twisting her hard nipple. Her hand moved off Ted's shoulder, rushed down
under the water, and stroked Joan's bubbling cunt.

Fawn giggled, pulling from them and climbing up to sit on the pool deck,
her feet dangling in the water. She spread her knees wide, balanced
there precariously on her sweet ass. Her blonde-haired cunt gleamed in
the hot sunlight, her clitoris visibly throbbing. The blonde cunt hair
made an erotic enhancement of her sugary pink cunt.

"Eat me, Ted," she murmured in a hot voice. "Eat my pussy, honey!"

Joan looked at her son, then up at the passion-laden eyes of Fawn. A
beautiful girl, Fawn was totally wanton in her desires, and gave in to
them eagerly. Ted was gazing between Fawn's slim thighs, already licking
at his lips.

"If you don't suck that hot cunt," Joan said to her son, "then I'm going
to."

Ted glanced at his mother, then moved between Fawn's spreading knees.
Joan sucked in a breath of delight as she watched his lips kissing the
smoothness of Fawn's thighs, working his young face upward. His tongue
came out and licked at the sensitive inner flesh, making Fawn squeal
happily.

Joan, standing at her son's side, leaned over and ran her tongue about
Fawn's thigh, too. She ran her hand along the girl's thigh, caressing it
as her lips kissed the girl's hip.

Joan watched, her eyes becoming glassy when her son flicked his tongue
about Fawn's inflamed clitoris. Fawn cooed softly and leaned back,
facing the sun with an ecstatic smile on her young, beautiful face.
Running her hand past Fawn's ass from below, her other hand scooting
through the silken cunt hair, Joan parted the wet lips of the fiery
cunt. Ted looked upon the sweetness for a moment, then opened his mouth
and pressed it against Fawn's cunt. Fawn squealed, her body trembling as
she arched her hips up, grinding her hairy pussy into Ted's mouth.

Joan watched her son's lips being surrounded by the blonde fuzz, hearing
the soft, wet sucking sounds he made. The hand under Fawn's ass moved
downward quickly, grasping her son's cock and pumping hard on it.

"Oh, eat her, Ted!" Joan moaned with passion. "Eat her cunt, baby! Suck
her sweet pussy! Shove your tongue up her hot cunt and fuck it!"

With her mind reeling with wanton desire, Joan dipped below the water,
holding her breath. She closed her lips about her son's cock, sucking on
it hard and fast. When she had to breathe again, she surfaced, running
her tongue about Fawn's shaking stomach, as if trying to taste the
succulent cunt, too. Ted had pulled back a bit, and she saw his tongue
licking those puffy, juicy lips hungrily. Joan lifted her body to the
deck of the pool, leaning over and drawing one of Fawn's creamy nipples
into her mouth, sucking at it.

Ted, licking around Fawn's pussy, shoved his hand over his mother's
shapely ass, running his fingers into the crack, brushing them over her
asshole and between her legs. He probed his mother's cunt with two
fingers. Joan wiggled her ass for him, then slipped back into the water.
She jerked on his throbbing cock some more, watching him suck Fawn's
cunt. Once more she ducked beneath the surface and pulled his cock into
her hungry mouth. Sucking hard, she twisted his young balls. It was
difficult to suck cock under water. She couldn't breathe at all, and had
to surface more often than she liked.

"Oh, that looks good, Ted," she mewled. "Seeing your face buried in
Fawn's cunt! Suck her good, honey! Tongue-fuck her tight, hot cunt!"
Joan was beating as hard as she could on her son's cock. "Let me!" she
said suddenly. "Let me have a taste of her cunt, baby! Let mother suck
Fawn's pussy!"

Ted pulled back, his cheeks wet with the boiling juices of Fawn's cunt.
Quickly, Joan kissed her son's wet lips, then thrust her tongue into
Fawn's cunt hard and deep, fucking it in and out rapidly. She kept
beating on Ted's cock. She felt Ted nudge her shoulder, and moved her
face. Ted immediately shoved his mouth into Fawn's pussy again, licking
and sucking greedily, one of his hands clutching Fawn's tit.

Fawn churned her naked hips about, grinding her cunt into Ted's mouth
vigorously, whimpering her ecstasy loudly. "Oooo, suck me, suck me!" she
wailed. "Tongue my hot cunt, Ted! Ahh, your tongue feels like a cock ...
fucking me! Eat my wet cunt, suck my pussy, lick my fucking hot cunt!"

Joan pressed her face downward, licking her tongue about her son's
cheek, trying to reach his open lips as they sucked and pressed into
Fawn's sugar-sweet cunt. Her fist squeezed and jerked at his prick in
short strokes. Now and then, as her son sucked, Joan found the tip of
her tongue could run about a puffy lip, too. When her son dipped his
head lower, stabbing his tongue into the fiery, wet, tightness, Joan
managed to lick Fawn's distended clitoris. To an observer, it would
appear that mother and son were fighting each other to suck Fawn's
boiling pussy. In fact, Joan was not interfering at all with him. Joan's
tongue licked about the swirl of blonde cunt hair, streaking up to lap
at Fawn's dimpled belly button, then over her hip and down her smooth
thigh. While jacking on her son's cock, she was fondling and squeezing
one of Fawn's saucy ass cheeks, scraping her fingers into the crack to
rub hotly at the pucker of Fawn's asshole.

Again Joan went under water, gulping her son's cock deep into her mouth.
With her eyes open, she gazed up to look at the fuzzy outline of Fawn's
sweet ass. She sucked strongly on Ted's prick, her tongue swirling
wetly. The swollen head was hot and smooth, and Joan tried to pull it
into her throat. Her lungs were bursting for air again, and reluctantly
she released his cock and went to the surface again. Hauling in a deep
breath of air, Joan ducked back down, this time with her face at her
son's