Kathy Andrews - First time for Mom

My cunt… Eric's cock.

My pussy… Marty's prick.

Joan Lorman writhed on her bed, seeing the images of those two cocks behind her closed eyes. Her cunt was throbbing wildly, pulsating with a desperate need.

There was nothing special about those particular cocks, not really. They were average pricks in size and length. Eric's cock and Marty's cock were the same size as many boys.

No, there was nothing exceptional about those two pricks, except that Marty and Eric were her sons.

That made them exceptional.

That made her want them.

That made her cunt burn with desire for them.

Joan was honest with herself, and she had very little inhibitions to interfere with what she wanted. She was a sexy, lovely woman, very attractive, and she had a very hot cunt. She had always had a hot cunt. She often thought she had been born with a hot cunt. One of her fondest dreams had been of being kidnapped by a prince, being taken to his castle where she was installed in luxury. That luxury included being the playmate of the prince, being subjected to all manner of delicious, erotic things.

Some of her daydreams became so erotic they would have been impossible, but they were certainly a lot of fun to dream about.

As a small girl, Joan loved to sneak behind thick bushes with some little boy and play house, or pretend he was a doctor and she the patient. He would examine her, then the roles changed and she would examine him. She loved to watch his cock become hard as she examined it. It would make her little pussy throb. Once, she attempted to insert the cock into her cunt, but the experiment had been unsuccessful.

Then one day an incident happened that she would remember all her life. Any other girl, perhaps, would have been terrified by it, but not Joan.

Joan had loved it.

Her interesting erotic sex was intense even then, and when it happened, it increased her erotic curiosity.

She had been walking home from school, her books clutched against her chest. She had taken a short cut across a small field, kicking at rusted cans and pebbles, her mind on the little boy who lived next door. They had made plans to meet that afternoon in the old shed, where another attempt at getting his cock into her cunt was to be made.

So intent was her mind on what would soon be happening, she did not see the older boy in the field. She almost stumbled into him. The boy had been on his knees, concealed from the houses by the tall weeds and grass. His pants were at his knees, and he had been jacking off furiously.

Joan stopped abruptly, a few feet from him. Even to this day she could not remember what the boy looked like. All she recalled now was that he was older. This fact was impressed upon her because of the thick hair at the base of his cock and the hairiness of his balls. For all Joan knew, he might have been a man.

She was so fascinated to see this cock, she never lifted her gaze to his face. His prick was very long and thick and so hard, with a smooth head and large piss hole. In her wildest dreams she had not imagined a cock so huge. The boy was not startled by her sudden appearance, and she wondered if he knew she would be taking that route home.

The boy called her honey and asked her to hold his cock. His large prick felt strange in her hand; hard, hot… and it made her shiver in a delicious way. The boy showed her how to jack him off, and she was most entranced by the way fuck juice dripped from that piss hole! She had never seen any of the little boys do that. All she had seen come from those piss holes was piss. This liquid was slippery and a little sticky on her fingers, and she liked how it felt.

She fondled his balls at his directions and found that exciting, too. She gazed upon his cock with her hot, excited eyes, and, when the boy wanted to look at her cunt, Joan had her dress up swiftly and had her white panties about her knees.

Then the boy did something that really surprised her.

He licked his tongue up and down her tender young cunt.

The wetness of his tongue was like scalding water against her sensitive little pussy. He twirled his tongue about her tiny swollen clit, and Joan experienced an intense orgasm.

After he had licked her clit the boy wanted her to kiss his cock. Joan was more than willing, actually eager, and she went down on her knees before him, her lips pursed. She kissed his cock with her sweet lips, and the dripping fuck juice smeared them. The liquid seemed to scar her lips, made them tingle. Without being asked. Joan kissed the tip of his swollen cock once again. Since she kissed his prick this time without directions, the boy became courageous and wanted Joan to take his cock into her sweet little mouth.

"Eat my peter," he said.

Joan giggled, telling him she couldn't eat it. She told him it would hurt. But the boy explained it to her, and Joan thought it was a wonderful idea.

When the boy placed the smooth head of his cock between her lips, Joan's mind reeled with ecstasy. Her lips, although stretched to the limits, burned and tingled hotly. The fuck liquid seeping from his piss hole coated her tongue, and the taste was so good that her small body trembled. She placed her hands on his hips to brace herself, wondering if she could take more of his cock into her mouth. The answer came to her by way of the boy shoving his cock deeper. Then her mouth was stuffed and she could take no more. Her lips had never been stretched so far. Not even by those large popsicles she sometimes bought. The big difference to Joan between the popsicles and this cock was that the cock tasted so much better!

She held the boy's cock between her lips for a while, her mouth filling with the oozing sweetness. Finally, she had to swallow. Her eyes rolled back with erotic delight, and the boy held her face in his hands, gently fucking his hard cock back and forth in her wet, hot mouth.

Joan was not sure if she experienced an orgasm during the time she sucked the boy. All her sensations centered in and around her mouth, her lips, her tongue. The hotness of that cock in her mouth, the lovely hardness, the powerful way his prick throbbed, was enough sensation for her young body and mind at that time.

The boy, she remembered with fondness, had been very careful with her, fucking his cock into her mouth only so far, never choking her or becoming so excited he harmed her in any way.

As she lay in her bed, thinking of that long ago day, she found her cunt becoming hotter and so much wetter. As she allowed her mind to recall it, she idly fondled her hairy cunt, rubbing at her distended clit with one hand and toying with her rubbery nipples in the other.

It had seemed to her, that first time, that his cock had been inside her mouth for a long time. But she knew better now, of course. But as a small girl on her knees with her lips wrapped about a cock, it had seemed hours – but delicious hours. She remembered how her knees had been scraped on the wild grass, but she had felt no pain until later.

Working a finger into her steamy cunt and fucking it in and out, she mewled softly with remembered pleasure.

The boy held her cheeks almost tenderly and fucked his cock back and forth slowly. She had gazed with huge, excited eyes at his lower stomach, seeing all that wiry hair curling at the base of his cock. She had been afraid to dig her fingers into his hips, although she had wanted to. She did, however, move the fingers of one hand to that thick bush of hair and felt it as he gently fucked her sweet mouth.

She had heard the boy gasping above her, but he still remained gentle with her. When he came off, Joan had been startled and attempted to pull her lips away, but he held her in place, gushing thick come juice into her mouth. Joan had been surprised, thinking he was pissing in her mouth. She had not swallowed because of her surprise, and thick, creamy come juice slipped past her stretched lips and dripped onto her chin. After the boy came, he removed his cock from her mouth. The taste of his come juice was all over her tongue, and Joan, to her delight, found it delicious, very thick and hot, and very sweet.