Kathy Andrews - First time for Mom

"Now you, Marty!" Joan groaned. "It's your turn, darling! Come in my ass, Marty! Oooo, give mother's hot asshole that sweet come juice!"

Joan's ass blazed hotly as Marty fucked his cock hard and deep into her asshole. She felt his prick throb as his body became stiff on top of her back. Then the frothy come juice squirted. Joan's ass shivered as her youngest son filled her asshole with come juice, flooding her asshole as her cunt had been drenched by Eric.

When Marty slumped on top of her, she was crushed between them. She felt their chests heaving, one on her back and one on her smashed tits. She, too, was gasping for breath. Her cunt and asshole continued to tingle deliciously. She didn't want to move; she wanted to remain where she was, between her two sons, their cocks gripped by her hairy cunt and hot asshole.

Marty was first to pull away.

She felt his cock slip from her clinging asshole and heard a soft suction sound. Her asshole closed, puckering and winking with an ecstatic feeling. Joan then lifted her crotch, letting Eric's cock go free. She sprawled on her back next to Eric, her arms and legs thrown wide. Cooling air wafted between her thighs, causing a chill to ripple over her creamy flesh.

"Oh, my God," she whispered, a smile spreading over her beautiful face, her eyes twinkling happily. "That was really something, you guys. I came so much, so very much! Was it good for you two? Did you like that as much as I did?"

Marty was slumped against the couch, his eyes half closed. He nodded his head. "You sure have a tight asshole, Mom."

"The better to fuck you with," she giggled childishly, opening and closing her thighs.

Eric leaned up on one elbow and looked at his mother. His eyes, too, were glittering brightly. "We've got the best fucking mom in town," he said.

"You're right when you said fucking mom," she laughed. "I'm a fucking Mom for sure!"

Eric and Marty flung themselves on her, hugging her and kissing her. She hugged the two boys tightly against her naked body, returning their kisses.

But then she struggled away from them, getting to her feet. Her knees were weak and she wobbled for a moment.

"I don't know about you guys, but that made me hungry." She cupped her hairy cunt with one hand and her ass with the other. "I'm so full of come juice, though, I shouldn't be hungry. My God… you two filled my cunt and asshole so full!"

They laughed with pride as she turned and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them.

It was early afternoon, and Joan's asshole and cunt still held that delicious tingling sensation.

She had bathed again, and she walked about the house in a bra that exposed her nipples and in a pair of panties that concealed nothing. The shadow of her cunt hair was seen through the flimsy panties, and, when her back was turned toward the boys, her ass cheeks could be seen.

Both Eric and Marty, wearing shorts again, allowed their cocks to stick out. As simple as it was, this kept all three in a high state of erotic arousal.

When Joan was near one or both of them, she could not keep her hands off those precious cocks. She would feel them, squeeze them, jerk a bit. And, her two sons would caress her nipples, her thighs, her ass and her crotch.

It was an afternoon spent in feeling each other. Sometimes either Eric or Marty would suddenly drop in front of Joan and kiss and lick at her cunt through the panties, or she would go to her knees and take one of those sweet cocks into her mouth to suck a moment. She loved it, and they loved it.

But soon the teasing got the best of them and they had to do more than feel.

Joan was on her knees before Eric, his cock deep inside her mouth, her hand stroking the cock of Marty who stood at her side.

"Turn around," Joan said in a husky voice as Eric's cock slipped from her lips.

When he turned, she licked up the backs of his thighs, then pulled aside the shorts, exposing the cheek of his ass. She ran her tongue about the firm flesh, wiggling it along the crease where it met his thigh, then, holding the shorts to one side, she thrust her tongue up and down the crack of his ass. She repeated this with Marty. On her knees behind her two boys, Joan licked her wet, hot tongue about the cheeks of their asses, delved the tip into their ass cracks and probed at the tightness of their assholes. The boys shivered and their cocks strained with eager excitement.

She had the boys hold those shorts to one side so she could reach between their thighs to stroke both cocks as she licked at their tight asses. When the boys leaned over, Joan could shove her face into the cracks between those tight ass cheeks and probe at the puckers of their assholes. She licked at the tightness of them, her tongue fluttering up and down, her fists pumping the throbbing hardness of their cocks. Her cunt, always so hot and wet, was becoming more so. She loved to use her lips and tongue on the flesh of Eric and Marty, loved it as much as she did when they fucked her.

With her tongue pressing against the tight asshole of Marty, she mewled and whimpered, stroking both cocks with tight fists, her ass swaying. The boys leaned over farther, and she could now lick up and down their ass cracks easier. She lapped up and down, wetly and hotly, sliding her tongue from those precious balls to the crinkle of their assholes, on up to the base of their spines, then down again.

She could hear the sighs and groans of pleasure they made and feel the shiver of their ass cheeks as she shoved her face deep.

She did not want them to come yet. She wanted them to keep those hard-ons, wanted to continue licking them about their assholes. She wanted them to come later, and she had decided to try and take both those cocks into her mouth at the same time. It would be difficult, Joan knew, but she was determined.

Pulling her face away, she slapped them playfully on the cheeks of their asses. "That's enough sucking your fucking assholes," she laughed. "As much as I love sucking your assholes, there are other things I'd rather suck."

She hooked her fingers into the elastic of their shorts and pulled them down. The boys stepped out of them and turned to face her, their two cocks straining, and dripping.

Joan held the boys' balls in each hand, her eyes hot and almost glassy as she gazed at the most precious cocks ever. They were so much alike, yet different. She shoved her face into Eric's crotch, feeling his cock leave a hot trail of wetness on her cheek. Then she nuzzled into Marty's cock and balls. She shoved her tongue out and flicked it about the dripping head of Marty's cock, then did the same with her other son. The taste of them was the same, and she could detect no difference.

Eric and Marty stood looking down at their mother, waiting and willing to do anything she wanted. She looked up at the boys, her eyes misty with love and passion. She pulled the heads of their cocks to her cheeks and held them there, the piss holes burning her flesh. She rubbed the piss holes about her cheeks and chin, over her nose and eyes, then across her lips. She mewled softly with increasing passion as she sucked Marty's cock into her mouth, her lips at the base, writhing. Then she turned to Eric, taking his prick as deep as she had Marty's. The cock head probed her throat, and she gurgled with erotic pleasure. She went from one cock to the other, sucking them with her hungry mouth, her tongue tasting the dripping wetness.

But this was not exactly the way she wanted to suck them off.

She pulled the cocks together, watching the piss holes drip, then she ran her tongue from one to the other. She drew the swollen cock heads into her mouth. It was too much for her. Her lips stretched to their utmost, and she couldn't do it.

Disappointed, she stroked them with her fists, her eyes glassy with desire.