Kathy Andrews - First time for Mom

Now and then, as she smeared her face, she would take the tip of his cock between her lips, suck and lick his prick, then smear his cock around her face again. Her naked hips were thrashing about, her ass twisting on the bed, her long thighs opening and closing as perverse ecstasy clutched her. She was helplessly caught in a desperate desire, a desire she could not deny herself. This was something she had wanted to experience for a long, long time. Now she had the chance, and she wasn't going to lose it. She ran her tongue about her son's balls, up the shaft of his cock, then down again. She probed the tip of her tongue into his ass, licking his asshole furiously, only to rush for his balls again, one hand jerking on his hard cock.

She wanted her face everywhere, wanted Eric's crotch all over her face. She wanted his balls, his cock, his asshole on her face all at the same time. Her hot lips kissed and sucked as her tongue licked in mindless pleasure. She gurgled and moaned, mewled and grunted as she licked and kissed at his balls, cock and asshole.

What her son thought of her at this moment, she didn't care. She was involved in her own pleasure, doing something she had wanted to do for years. If Eric didn't like it, he could tell her later. But right now she was enjoying this very, very much.

The tastes of his crotch, his balls, his cock and asshole were thrilling. Even the clean odor of his crotch sent her mind reeling with mindless passion. She could not get enough of his crotch.

Again she was sucking on his cock, devouring his prick with hungry, starving ecstasy. She felt that sweet cock head almost enter her throat, and she tried hard to swallow. There was an enormous orgasm threatening to burst inside her hairy, steaming cunt, and she couldn't keep her naked ass still.

The throbbing of Eric's cock inside her mouth increased again, and again she knew he was about to come off. This time, however, she retained her tight grip on his cock as he began to fuck into her mouth frantically. She sucked as hard as she could, anticipating the hot spurting of his sweet come juice down her throat.

She listened to Eric gasping above her head, and she clutched the cheek of his ass with one hand, her finger pressing at his tightly puckered asshole. Her other hand was at the base of his cock.

Joan tasted the squirt of his sweet come juice as it roared from his cock. Quickly, she shoved at his hips. When his cock came from her lips, she grasped his prick at the base and jerked frantically, feeling his hot, thick come juice spew into her face. The creamy come juice splashed against her fore head, at her eyes and nose. She made it gush on her cheeks and chin, on her lips and tip of her tongue.

The more her face became smeared with her son's come-juice, the more Joan whimpered in ecstasy.

By the time he finished coming, her face was coated, glistening with the thick come juice. She shoved her face into his crotch, making soft animal-like sounds as she twisted about, rubbing against his balls and cock. Her cunt was erupting in convulsion after convulsion, her body shaking violently.

Eric rested with his weight lightly on her body, looking at his mother. Her tongue moved about her lips, licking and grinning lewdly, her eyes glowing. She writhed her ass against the bed.

Finally Eric moved off his mother, standing at the side of the bed, still looking at her, confused somewhat.

Noticing his expression, she giggled. "Oh, I'm okay, darling," she said, stroking his cock with a feathery touch. "It's just that was so fucking good! My God… I never came so much or so strong, in my entire life!"

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She sat up, hugging herself, her face still wet with his come juice. "I've never felt better, honey."

She used the sheet to wipe her face, and, after making sure she was fine, Eric left her.

Joan leaned back, still smiling happily, wiggling her body into a comfortable position, thoughts whirling about in her burning brain.

Joan hugged herself with pleasure.

The house was empty, but she didn't mind that right now. The boys would not remain away long, she was sure. They had not taken advantage of this situation so far, and she didn't feel they would. Of course, she had never had to be overly firm with them, always suggesting that they do certain things about the house. And, although she was fucking them daily, they still did what few jobs assigned them.

Joan was smart enough to know things could have gone the other way; they could have become difficult, demanding, unruly.

But they had not.

They showed her the affection she wanted, same as always. Perhaps more than before.

She danced about the house, her full skirt swirling about her long, exquisitely smooth thighs, her arms hugging her tits tightly. She sang happily. It was almost like the old days when she had been a small girl, playing with her father's cock, sucking and fucking his prick.

As she moved around the house, her cunt was pulsating between her thighs, her clit tingling in that most delicious manner. Her tits were aching for the hands of Eric and Marty, her nipples rigid with anticipation of their mouths.

She paused before the television set, watching for just a moment as the newscaster spoke. What he said was not important but Joan lifted her skirt to her waist and arched her pelvis forward, offering her bushy cunt to the television screen, to the newscaster.

"Ooo, eat on this, asshole," she murmured softly, feeling very wicked. A shiver ran up and down her spine, a shiver of pleasure as she spread her legs and caressed her fingers along the thick triangle of curly cunt hair.

"Suck this cunt, you old fart… lick this honey box."

She stood still, her skirt hiked at her waist, wondering why she had done this. She knew it felt good, but it made no sense to her. It was something a child would do, she thought.

Guiltily, she looked around, feeling as if someone had seen her childish gesture. But she was still the only one home. Smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs, she sat on the couch, almost demure now.

But her cunt wasn't demure.

Her cunt was throbbing with heat again, and she crossed her knees, her inner thighs pressing against her swollen clit. Behind her eyes she saw the cocks of her sons – thick, hard, dripping, pointed at her. She ran her tongue over her lips, a small mewl coming from her. She was hardly aware of writhing her ass into the cushions.

She wanted cock, and she wanted cock now. She watched the door, trying to will Eric and Marty to come through it. Her palms itched to stroke those sweet hard pricks, to fondle those tight ass cheeks, to run her tongue over their hairless balls, to taste them… suck them… eat them.

A mild convulsion rippled through her cunt, setting her pussy on fire. The flaming heat of her pussy was becoming so hot, so damned hot.

She inched her skirt up, turning on the couch and drawing her knees up. Opening her legs, she pulled her skirt into her lap. She was not wearing panties, and she gazed down her body, looking at the thick curls of her pussy. She tugged at the strands, sliding her fingers down over her throbbing clit, feeling the slippery wetness of her cunt. She pinched and twisted her clit, causing tremors of pleasure to race about her body. She pulled one tit free, tweaking the sensitive nipple as she caressed up and down her cunt. When she had her hand thoroughly smeared with the juices of her pussy, she lifted it to her mouth and licked at it.

Joan did this time and again, tasting her cunt. She thrust two fingers into her velvety cunt and fucked herself, then brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking at them as she would a hard, delicious cock, her tongue swirling.

Soon, she was fucking her fingers into her pussy swiftly, bringing them to her mouth to suck and lick as her other hand fucked the steaming cunt. She alternated this way, her mind reeling with erotic yearning, mewls of desire bubbling from her. She wiggled her ass, arching it up, spreading her knees, thrashing and churning her hips.