Kathy Andrews - First time for Mom

Turning from the mirror, she slipped a gown over her head. The gown was a design from the days of the Roman Empire, a toga-like thing. It clung to her naked body, molding to her tits, to her swelling ass, to her rounded hips. It came just below her hips, almost short enough to expose the fine curls of her cunt.

It was exactly what she wanted. It would serve her purpose nicely.

It was early afternoon, and Eric, her oldest son, was in the living room alone. He suspected that his mother was up to something. It had been only yesterday that she had unabashedly fucked her youngest son, and, before he left her in bed, they had discussed Eric. Marty had been quite insistent that his brother would love to fuck her, too. He went so far as to tell his mother he was going to talk to his brother about it, kind of get him ready. Joan told Marty it would, perhaps, be best if he was out of the house, at least for the first time, and Marty did as she asked.

Feeling excitement running through her, she left her bedroom and went to the living room. She paused in the doorway for a moment, looking at Eric. He was sifting on the floor, leaning against the couch, thumbing through a magazine.

"Eric," she said in a soft voice.

He looked up and his eyes went very round as she walked into the living room. She stood for a moment, letting her son look at her. She looked at the front of his pants, and was satisfied to see his cock swelling.

She moved closer to him, then took a wide legged stance. Her feet touched his and she arched her hips forward, knowing he could see under the hem of the short gown.

Eric stared up at his mother, seeing her long, creamy, teasing thighs and the curls of her cunt. Although her legs were apart, he could not see the pink pussy lips because the cunt hair was so thick and long. But what he saw was enough to make his cock lurch and strain excitedly.

"Take it out, baby," she whispered throatily. "Please, Eric, take your cock out for me!"

He fumbled with his pants, then she was looking down at his beautiful cock. Her eyes burned and she licked at her full lips with eager anticipation.

"That's beautiful, Eric," she murmured. "You have a beautiful cock!"

He waited, gazing up at her hairy cunt.

"Put your hand on your cock," she whispered. "I want to see you hold your cock, Eric."

He gripped his prick, squeezing. Joan moaned with delight, then slowly squatted in front of him, her knees deliberately wide. Now Eric saw the pink wet lips of his mother's pussy, the glistening tip of her clit. Joan reached out, taking her son's cock in her hand. She squeezed his prick, pumping up and down the hardness slowly, watching his piss hole flare and drip with that sweet, precious fuck juice.

"Touch me, Eric," she urged hotly, her ass swaying as she squatted. "Touch mother's cunt! Feel me up… ahhh, please feel me up!"

Eric did not hesitate. His brother had told him all about fucking their mother and he was more than ready. He slipped his hand along the smooth inner surface of her thigh, finding the flesh hot against his palm. Cupping his mother's cunt in his hand, he pressed and squeezed at her pussy, making Joan whimper with delight. She stroked up and dawn his cock, her mouth parted as she panted with growing anticipation. Eric, she realized, was different than Marty. Eric had apparently felt up a girl or two already.

He wiggled a finger into his mother's hot, tight cunt, then began to fuck it in and out, finger fucking her in a way that sent sparkling ecstasy through her. Her fist pumped his cock a bit faster, but she wanted more than just this feeling around, more than his finger inside her burning pussy. She wanted his cock, wanted his prick sliding and thrusting and fucking into her cunt frantically.

She sat down, then sprawled back on the floor, spreading her long legs as wide as they would go, arching her hairy cunt upwards, fingering her pussy herself now.

"Fuck me, Eric!" she hissed furiously. "Oh, baby, put that sweet, beautiful cock in mother's cunt! I need your cock so much, darling! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my hairy cunt, Eric!"

Eric settled between his mother's thighs, and she arched her crotch higher. She felt the swollen head of his cock penetrating her bubbling cunt and a hiss of ecstasy burbled from her tight throat.

She pulled Eric onto her body, his chest mashing her upstanding tits through the toga-like garment. Wrapping her arms about his waist, she pressed her hot, smooth thighs against his hips, churning her cunt into him as he began to fuck deeply. Moaning with the pleasure of her oldest son's cock stabbing into the fiery depths of her hungry cunt, she quickly clasped the cheeks of his bunching ass, her fingers digging into those writhing muscles. The cries bubbling from her were hot and hungry, urging him to fuck her faster and harder. Through the hot roaring of her mind she could hear Eric grunting as he buried his face into her neck, his ass bobbing up and down as he fucked his hard, throbbing cock into her ever-so-receptive cunt.

Eric slipped his hands down his mother's sides, past her grinding hips, then underneath her ass cheeks. He closed his fingers about the two firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her crotch upward as he fucked into her hairy cunt. The slapping of his balls upon the sensitive cheeks of her rounded, grinding ass sent Joan into further ecstasy.

The rings of her cunt became tighter as the orgasms washed through her, each more powerful, more gripping, than the last. Biting into her bottom lip Joan mewled and sobbed as she clawed at Eric's ass, trying to pull his cock, even his balls, into the overheated depths of her orgasming cunt. Her whole body was vibrating like a taut string, her nerves melting from the intense ecstasy flowing throughout. Joan hardly knew she was calling out to her son, her wicked words urging him to fuck his cock as deep as he could, to drive his precious prick into her steaming cunt, pin her hot ass to the floor.

Joan swung her crotch in frenzy against her son's fucking cock. Her naked ass twisted violently, revolving smoothly. The sensations that tingled deep inside her fiery cunt drove her hips mindlessly. Her cunt clung to his prick almost desperately, with a power she wasn't aware she had. Her cunt was clasping at Eric's cock, flexing in muscular contractions as she came time and again. The orgasms were becoming much stronger, so strong she was clutched in a convulsion. Her tight clit was burning, scraping along the hard shaft of his prick, knotting with the orgasms. Her asshole, too, clenched and flexed. She scissored her hot, creamy thighs about his pounding hips, throwing her feet into the air and spreading them wide, only to close them again on the backs of his thighs. Whimpers gurgled from her constricted throat as words burst from her, words of encouragement, words to inflame her son's erotic sensitivities. Words that would make his cock harder, stronger, longer… words that would make him gush that sweet, precious come juice she wanted so desperately. Her nipples burned against his chest, her tits flattened by his weight. Her hair fanned about her head, her eyes tightly closed as the ecstasy took complete control of her. Her mind reeled and everything else became unimportant. All her feelings, all her senses, centered in and around her boiling, hairy cunt. Her whole being was now her cunt, a pussy that greedily gnawed at her son's cock as he fucked her faster and harder. Her hairy cunt became so tight it was becoming difficult to fuck into her pussy. The feeling of Eric's cock fucking deep into her cunt, the powerful throbbing of his prick, his balls banging deliciously upon her churning ass cheeks – all of it sent Joan into a world of floating, blinding explosions of ecstasy. Her cunt would not release his cock; her pussy sucked and chewed as she came. She was now screaming with the intensity of her orgasms. Her pussy was burning like a roaring flame as she thrashed against him.