Kathy Andrews
Mom_s wet panties

CHAPTER ONE

Joyce Martin held her son's hand as they walked along the dark street. They could have taken a taxi, but the night was warm and perfect for a walk.

Jerry had been with his friend, Tony, a few blocks from his own home. And, after thinking it over, Joyce had decided to get him. Jerry was still much too young to be out so late by himself, although he didn't think so.

She squeezed his hand affectionately, looking down at his handsome young face as they passed beneath a street lamp. He looked so much like his deceased father it was sometimes painful for Joyce to look at the boy.

She had enjoyed fucking with her husband, and it still tormented her even when sleeping. She had always been an intensely erotic type of woman, and there was nothing she and her husband had not tried and enjoyed. Widowed a year ago, Joyce found only recently that her thoughts had turned to Jerry, imagining him between her legs, his cock pumping into her always hot and wet cunt, fucking her the way her husband had fucked her.

She had tried to rid herself of these lewd thoughts by finger-fucking herself to a series of orgasms that left her feeling wrung out and totally satisfied.

Jerry was old enough now, she was certain, to enjoy a good fucking with a woman who knew how to take, care of his cock. The fact that she thought woman instead of girl gave her the inkling of a desire she had been trying to suppress… suppress because she thought of herself as that woman.

Even holding his hand this way, her hip brushing against him occasionally, sent ripples of steaming hunger through her puffy cunt. As soon as she had taken his hand when they left the home of his friend, Joyce had become aware of how wet her cunt had become. The crotch of her panties seemed soaked as her pussy seeped, her clit so distended she wished she could rip her panties off; the pressure of them against her cunt was unbearable.

They were still a few blocks from home when Joyce felt the urge to piss. She tried to control it, but the more she did, the greater the urge. Lately, when she was aroused, this desire to piss had become stronger. Only the day before, thinking of fucking her son, she had wanted to piss so badly she had actually come as she sat on the toilet, pissing a golden stream into the water, hearing it tinkling. That had never happened to her before, and she had never played pissing games with her husband. It was one of the few things they had not gotten around to by the time of his death.

She gave a soft moan as a quick squirt of piss slipped from her cunt. She had been unable to prevent it, and now she could feel warm piss on her inner thighs. It felt sensual as her thighs rubbed together, making her cunt boil all the more. Joyce was not really surprised at her reaction… not after the day before. She squeezed her son's hand tighter, bringing the back of it along her thigh in a slow swinging motion. They were in shadows now, and Joyce began looking for someplace she could piss. She knew she would be pissing in her panties long before they got home. The only answer was to piss in a dark corner someplace. She didn't want to arrive home with piss running down her thighs, Jerry maybe noticing it, making fun of her or something.

They were in a residential section, about two blocks from home. Joyce noticed an older home setting about thirty feet from the sidewalk. It had an old-fashioned porch with a white painted railing, and what looked to be a porch swing. There was some shrubbery near the porch, but not enough to conceal her. The house was dark, and the for sale sign on the lawn convinced her she could perhaps piss on the porch, out of sight.

She paused, still holding her son's hand.

"Jerry, don't you dare laugh at me, but I have got to pee so badly. I can't wait until we get home, so I'm going to use that porch."

"Go ahead, Mother," he said. "I won't laugh. I know how it is when you gotta go. I'll wait here for you."

"No, come with me, honey," she said, her voice taking on a lower, throaty quality. "It's kind of dark up there and I'm a fraidy cat."

Jerry went willingly up the sidewalk, walked onto the porch, and saw the old-fashioned porch swing hanging there. Joyce looked for a dark area, but the only place dark enough was behind the swing.

She whispered to her son: "Sit on the swing, honey. I'll go behind it, but I want you close to me."

As her son sat on the swing, Joyce slipped behind it, already lifting her skirt. Jerry caught a flash of his mother's long, lovely thighs before she disappeared behind him. Joyce lifted her skirt to her waist, sliding a finger into the crotch of her soaked panties, pulling it aside as she squatted. A soft moan of relief from her as she began to piss. The hissing sound seemed loud in the dark stillness. Joyce knew her son could hear it as well. She was not surprised to find her cunt pulsating as she pissed, and the sensation of an orgasm bubbled about her clit.

She looked up to see her son stating at her over the back of the porch swing. She gasped, but with embarrassment. She gasped because she almost came. Although it was too dark for her son to see her cunt as she pissed, they could see into each other's eyes, see the interest and heat they both were feeling.

"It feels good," she whispered. "I couldn't have held it much longer. Don't look at me, honey."

But Jerry looked, trying to peer between her knees, trying to see his mother's cunt. His cock had become very hard inside his pants when he heard her pissing. He was pressing his hand hard against his cock-bulge. Although Joyce was unaware that her son had a hard-on, she felt the tingling in her cunt as she pissed. The fact that he stared at her, whether he could see her pussy or not, started her flesh shivering with a desire that became very strong. A soft moan came from her mouth as a mild orgasm shot through her cunt, and she was still pissing a strong stream.

Joyce felt she would piss for hours, but she finally finished. She stood up, letting the crotch of her panties slide back over her cunt. Before she smoothed her skirt down, a passing car's lights illuminated her briefly. Jerry saw his mother's sleek thighs and the bottom of her panties before the lights moved away. That brief glimpse had caused his cock to throb against his hand.

"Oh, you didn't see me, did you?" Joyce asked. "Those damned lights!"

Jerry didn't answer; he felt excitement bubbling through his cock and balls, and pressed his hand hard against them. Joyce, smoothing her dress over her hips, came around the side of the swing as Jerry got to his feet. Instead of moving off the porch, they stood looking at each other in the darkness. Something was happening to them, a tension Joyce didn't want to break. She caught her son's hand in hers as they stood close, facing each other. Joyce listened to her son's heavy breathing, and knew he had, become excited. She didn't know if it was the brief peek he'd had, or because of listening to her piss. But she did know that the heavy way he was breathing meant he was exited, and probably had a hard on.

Neither spoke, Joyce felt her cunt become fiery, the hair-lined cunt lips pulsating inside her panties. Even she wasn't aware of bringing her son's hand between her legs until she pressed the back of it against her cunt through her dress. The only response Jerry gave was a gasping sound, a sound that turned to a moan as Joyce pressed his hand more firmly against her cunt. She turned her son's hand, curling his fingers between her, thighs until she had him cupping her fiery pussy. Holding her son's hand tightly against her cunt, Joyce gripped his shoulder with her other hand, her face moving slowly toward his. She had to lean down a bit, and brushed her lips across Jerry's. Jerry kept his hand on his mother's cunt, feeling the searing heat through her panties and dress. Joyce moaned as she kissed her son, arching her hips into his palm, twisting slightly.

"Ohhhh, Jerry!" she moaned, now holding him tightly, his face pressed between her tits. "Oh, God, Jerry!"

Her son remained silent, but his hand was moving now, rubbing at her cunt firmly. Kissing him hotly once more, Joyce grabbed her son's cock through his pants, squeezing it as her tongue plunged into his mouth. Without either knowing how or when it happened, Joyce was gripping her son's ass, pulling his hard cock against her lower body. Jerry was digging his hands into his mother's ass, feeling it twist as she pressed her cunt hard against him. They whimpered with the excitement of what they were doing, neither wanting to stop.

"You're so hard, darling," she whispered, grinding her pelvis against him, pulling at his ass. "You're so very hard!"

She felt her son thrusting against her, rubbing his cock around as if he were trying to find her cunt and fuck her. With nerves burning, Joyce shoved a hand between them again and clawed at his cock-bulge. She found the zipper of his fly and yanked it down, her hot hand darting into his fly and pulling his cock from his pants. She closed her fingers around his cock and began to jack his prick frantically, moaning hotly at the top of his head.

"Hold me, Jerry!" she murmured, stroking his hard cock. "Hold me tight, honey!"

Jerry had his hands still on his mother's ass, his fingers clutching tightly Joyce wiggled her ass in his hands as her fist pumped at his hard cock.

"Under my dress!" she hissed with a thick sound. "Hold me under my dress!"

She felt her son's hands lift her dress in back, then he was molding her rounded ass cheeks through her panties only. But even that wasn't enough for Joyce.

"Inside my panties," she whimpered hotly. "Shove your hands down in my panties and hold me!"

Jerry ran both his hands down into the elastic of her panties, feeling the smoothness of his mother's ass. Joyce felt herself become dizzy with emotion, with an ecstasy that she had not known before. She stroked her son's cock hard, mewling in desire. She could feel his prick throbbing and burning in her hand. "Oh, baby!" she groaned. "Hold my ass tight! Hold me real tight!"

She lifted her dress and slipped his cock between her thighs, holding it there, squeezing her smooth legs tightly about his cock. Gripping her son's ass again, she pushed and pulled in a way that caused his cock to slide back and forth between her legs, fucking between them. The shaft of his cock was running along the tight crotch of her soaked panties, rubbing at her cunt.

And still it wasn't enough.

"So hard," she murmured against his head. "You're so damned hard… hard and hot!"

She slipped the crotch of her panties to one side, feeling his prick sliding along the slit of her boiling cunt. She let out a soft squeal as the smooth cockhead rubbed, spreading the lips of her cunt and almost entering her fuck hole.

"You almost went in me," she gurgled, working her hips back and forth. "You almost did it to me, darling."

"I felt it, Mother," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I felt it almost go in."

"Don't come!" she moaned. "Oh, don't come, honey!"

Her hips jerked back and forth, her thighs gripping his cock. Her cunt was burning hotly, and suddenly she pulled from him. She looked into his face, seeing nothing because of the darkness.

"I want you, Jerry," she whispered. "God, I want you so much!"

She sat him on the swing, his cock standing out from his open pants. She could just see the outline of him. She lifted her skirt to her waist and straddled her son. Yanking the crotch of her panties away from her cunt, she shoved her knees onto the swing and along each side his hips, taking his cock with her other hand. She rubbed the swollen cockhead along the slit of her hairy cunt, then maneuvered his cock into her pussy.

"Oooo, this is what I want!" she moaned. Joyce sat on her son's lap for a long moment, his cock stuffed deeply into her cunt. She felt the hard throbbing of his prick with her sensitive, stretched cuntlips. Her body shook with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She listened to her son's heavy breathing, anxious that he would accept what she was doing without guilt or shame. The hairy lips of her cunt squeezed about the base of his cock. She tightened the cheeks of her ass, forcing her cunt to gnaw softly on Jerry's strong, hard cock.

With a slow movement, Joyce lifted her crotch, her pussy clinging, to his cock. She lifted slowly and mewled ecstatically until she held only the swollen prickhead inside her cunt. She sucked in a hot gasp of air, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as her ass made a slow rotation, moving downward again.

"Hold Mother's ass," she whined softly. "Ohhh, Jerry, hold my ass!"

Jerry eagerly ran his hands under his mother's skirt and along her hot thighs. He cupped her flexing ass through the thin panties, feeling her lift again.

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" Joyce moaned. "Hold my ass tight, honey! Hold it real tight!"

She leaned forward, her head thrown back, her ass twisting in her son's hands, her cunt holding his cock deep again. She rubbed her straining tits about his face, one after the other. The whimpers coming from her were hot and low. She gave a gasp of pleasure when her son captured a rigid nipple pressing at the top of her dress. She felt the wet heat of his mouth as he closed his lips about her covered tit, trying to take it all inside. His hands clung to her revolving ass with tightness, and he was fucking his cock up into her cunt.

"Ahhhh, sweetheart!" Joyce groaned, her ass pumping now, her fiery wet cunt riding up and down his burning cock. Her cunt was scraping his cock shaft, fueling the intense hunger of her pussy. "So good. Jerry! God, have I wanted this! Mmmmm, you're so hard in me… so beautifully hard!"

A grunt came from Jerry, Joyce pulled her shoulders back, trying to see his face in the darkness. She squirmed her cunt down onto his cock, twisting.

"Say something, Jerry," she hissed hotly. "Say something!"

"What should I say, Mother?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Anything, damn it!" she insisted in a throaty sound. "Say any damned thing! Tell me you like it… that you want more! Don't just sit there quietly. It makes me feel so… so awful. Say something, please!"

"I like it," he said.

"Can't you says anything else?" she asked, needing verbal approval from her son, needing his full cooperation. "Say you want more! Tell me you want to fuck me… how my ass feels, what my cunt is like around your cock!"

A gasping sound came from her son. Joyce knew he was surprised at her language, but she didn't care. What she wanted was her son's complete approval for fucking him, his total and absolute cooperation. She wanted him to love fucking her as much as she was loving fucking him.

With hot grunts, she began to ride up and down his cock with her cunt, moving it swiftly, soft and moist sounds coming from under her dress. She wiggled her ass in her son's hands as she fucked him, squirming and twisting, jerking and fucking him with breathless hunger.

"Talk to me, Jerry!" she almost shouted. "Please, say something to me, anything! Tell me how hot my ass is, how wet my cunt is! Please, darling, tell me!"

"You're hot, Mother," Jerry said, starting off in a whisper. "Your ass is hot, real hot…" His voice became louder, in proportion to the pleasure rumbling about in his balls. "You're awfully wet and hot, Mother! Your cunt is wet… your cunt is hot!"

"Oooo, yes, yes, it is!" she squealed. "More! Tell me more, baby!"

Joyce was fucking her son frantically now, her cunt bouncing wildly, the swing creaking beneath their weight.

"Hot cunt," Jerry mumbled. "Hot ass and hot cunt and wet cunt! I love you, Mother! I love you!"

"Yes, darling, yes!"

Jerry clung to his mother's pounding ass, his fingers gripping each asscheek, arching his cock tip as she fucked him with frenzied gyrations. The feel of her nylon panties in his palms and the heat of her ass burning through them, the curve of her ass, sent a rippling, rumbling ecstasy through his young body.

"Hot and wet," he moaned, moving his hands about her ass. "Your cunt is hot and wet, Mother!" He was babbling with a reeling mind now, babbling because of the intense pleasure her cunt was giving him. "Hot pussy, hot ass… wet cunt… fuck fuck!"

Hearing her son, Joyce felt tears of delight come into her eyes. She grasped his head, drawing his face to her tits as she leaned forward, her cunt fucking faster and faster on his cock. She mewled when his wet mouth closed about her covered nipple again. She wanted her naked tit in his mouth, wanted to feel his tongue licking at the sensitive, turgid nipple, his lips sucking at the firm titflesh. But she was boiling too much to stop and take time to open her dress. She was fast approaching orgasm, her cunt twitching and becoming tighter about her son's hard cock.

"Ooo, you're going to make me do it, darling!" she moaned, pulling his mouth against her tit, making it difficult for him to reply. "You're going to make me come, Jerry! Ohhh, I love you, baby! Love you and love your hard cock and love to fuck you! Ohhhh, I'm coming now, Jerry!"

Joyce shuddered as the fiery ecstasy exploded inside her body. The convulsions of her orgasm sent spasms waving up and down the satiny insides of her tightly gripping cunt.

The wail that came from her threatened to turn into a scream. Joyce choked as she tried to remain as quiet as she could, her pussy fucking up and down on her son's cock furiously.

Jerry, arching his hips high, felt the gripping waves of his mother's cunt as she came. Her cunt seemed to draw on his cock, trying to suck his cock deeper inside. His balls ached now, ached with the exquisite need to empty into his mother's searing cunt. His hands dug hard on her pantied ass, his teeth tight about her titflesh. The high-pitched whining sounds she made caused shivers of pleasure to race about his flesh.

"I gotta… uh, uh, uh," Jerry groaned, his cock throbbing as come juice abruptly spilled into his mother's cunt.

The come juice spurted time and again, like an unending stream, filling his mother's cunt, splashing at the velvety pussy walls. He rammed his cock upward as his mother slammed her cunt down onto it, grinding hard as she whimpered in that small puppy sound of ecstasy.

Joyce slumped forward, sucking in air with a harsh sound. Jerry, feeling as if every muscle in his body had become liquid, panted, still holding his mother's quivering ass.

The sudden illumination of a passing car brought Joyce up with a cry. She slipped from her son's lap, the crotch of her panties sliding back over her cunt. She leaned down and tucked her son's cock into his pants, then pulled the zipper up.

"We better go," she whispered. "This is too open – someone could see us, if they haven't already."

Holding hands, they went back to the sidewalk, starting home again. The rest of the walk was in quietness, neither speaking. Joyce was nervous, afraid her son would be disgusted, or show coldness toward her. Jerry, holding his mother's hand, was wondering if he could put his arm around her waist as if she were his date.

As they entered their house, Joyce looked at her son, trying to read what he was thinking by his expressive eyes. Jerry gazed back at his mother, wanting her to say something, anything that would let him know she would like his cock inside her cunt again.

They stood facing each other for a moment, the tension between them heavy. Then Joyce took her son's face in her hands, leaning down to kiss his mouth. It was a tender kiss, not the kind she wanted to give him, using her tongue to taste him. When her son stood still, not even lifting his hands to touch her, she pulled back, thinking he was disgusted with her. As she turned from him, walking on unsteady legs toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she did not know her son was gazing at the swell of her swaying ass, his eyes hot and his tongue running over his lips with desire.

In her room, she undressed, tossing her panties and the dress on the floor at the side of her bed. She was not a sloppy woman, but tonight she had more important things on her mind than neatness. She went into her adjoining bathroom and spent a long time beneath the shower, scrubbing her body until her flesh glowed deliciously. She lifted her tits, looking at them. They were very good tits, hardly any sag at all. Her flesh was smooth, without the blue-veined appearance of many women her age. She had long nipples, a pink-brown color, with enormously pebbled circles at the base of them. She could pass the pencil test still, she knew.

Her waist was as slender and narrow as any high-school girl's, and her stomach was flat, with a dimpled belly button. A very thin line of dark hair grew from it, down toward the lush, thick triangle of her cunt hair. Her hips were round, her legs shapely and slender. Her ass swelled and rounded out tightly, the asscheeks smooth and creamy, with a deep, enticing asscrack.

Joyce was a beautiful woman, not yet thirty-three, not in the least vain about her exceptional good looks. She was unlike many truly beautiful women in that she was gifted with an erotic mind and a strong desire to satisfy her boiling sexual hungers. She knew that many beautiful women were selfish, demanding tribute to their looks, and she had heard most were cold when it came to fucking, true fucking.

But not Joyce. She had a beautiful face and a beautiful body and a hot ass and a constantly wet cunt… and an overwhelming desire to indulge in wild, exciting sexual acts. Nothing was perverse as far as she was concerned, as long as her partner enjoyed it and had fun. She was not in the least shy or inhibited once involved, eager to try anything and everything. And she wanted Jerry to be the same way.

As she dried herself, she thought of her son and of fucking him on the swing at that empty house. She knew a boy of her son's tender age was usually feeling so hot he would stick his cock in any hole available. He had certainly not protested when she pulled his cock from his pants. He had tried to watch her as she pissed behind the swing. He had fucked with her, shot his jizz inside her cunt and made her come. He had held her ass and told her how hot her cunt was. Jerry had loved feeling his cock inside her boiling cunt, and of course he would not be disgusted with her. Joyce was convinced of that now, after thinking it over.

Dropping the towel into the linen hamper, she went into her room and pulled a pair of tight bikini panties on, seeing the shadow of her cunt hair through them. They were a pale green color, sheer enough to expose the inviting crack of her ass, drawing up on her asscheeks to show those creamy half-moons. Dark curls of cunt hair stuck from the tight crotch, where her panties mounded, the slit of her pussy obvious.

She began brushing her wavy, long chestnut-colored hair, watching her bare tits rise and fall with the movement of her arms, her nipples tingling in hardness. She sensed, rather than heard the presence other son. She turned to see him standing in her open doorway hesitantly, his eyes burning with lust as he looked at her almost-naked body.

Joyce put the brush down, turning to face her son. They gazed at each other for a long time, hardly breathing. Jerry wore a pair of white briefs, and Joyce's eyes drifted downward, seeing the bulge of his cock and balls there. His cock was swelling into hardness as he gazed at his mother, his eyes moving from her tits to her waist to her hips and settling at the crotch of her panties.

Thinking she had to say something, knowing her son was waiting for her to make the first move, Joyce thought it best not to act shy or embarrassed, which she wasn't. A direct approach with bluntness was called for, she felt. A lewd smile spread over her face, her eyes sparkling with smoldering desire as she watched his cock grow into full hardness, outlined by his Jockey shorts.

"Do you have something for Mother, baby?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, her eyes significantly on the outline of his hard cock. She cupped her naked tits and lifted them, her nipples peeking between her fingers as she cocked one hip suggestively. "Is that for Mother? That hard-on I see in your shorts?"

Jerry licked at his lips, watching her hands caress her succulent tits.

"Want to fuck me again, Jerry?" she whispered. "Do you want to fuck Mother again?"

Jerry nodded his head, too emotional to speak.

With a soft sigh of delight, Joyce held her arms out to her son, her eyes misting over with affection and desire for him. Jerry ran into his mother's open arms, hugging her tightly about her narrow waist. Joyce closed her arms around him, pulling his face between her bare tits, feeling his breath hot on her flesh. She pressed her hips against him, twisting and squirming and feeling his cock throbbing against her right thigh. She pressed her thigh hard against his cock, hearing her son moan with pleasure.

Cupping her son's chin, she held his head up, closing her lips onto his. She kissed him hard and with passion this time, her tongue probing at his lips. She shot her tongue past his lips and into his mouth, licking about hungrily, squirming her thigh against his cock.

"Hold my ass," she whispered, as she had on the porch of the empty house. "Hold Mother's ass, darling."

She mewled as her son grabbed the asscheeks of her ass with both hands, digging into them. Her hands slipped down his back, going into the elastic of his shorts, sliding along the tightness of his young ass. She fondled her son's ass, twisting her lower stomach against him as she flexed the cheeks of her ass in his palms.

With her hand inside his Jockey shorts, Joyce brought it around in front and gripped her son's cock hard. She moaned as her fingers flexed in squeezing motions on his cock.

"You're so hard again, Jerry. Do I give you this hard-on, darling! Is it me, your mother, that makes your cock get so hard?"

"Yes, Mother," Jerry said between her tits. "You make me get so hard, I wanna jerk off all the time!"

"But you don't have to jerk off, honey," she said, pumping her fist on his cock slowly, feeling the seeping wetness at his piss bole. "You don't ever have to jack your cock off again, not with your mother here." Then she thought of what he had said. "Jerry, have you been jacking off and thinking – fantasizing – about me?"

"Yes, Mother," he admitted.

"How long, Jerry?"

"Since before Dad died," he said, looking up into her face now.

"But…" She seemed puzzled. "Honey, you couldn't come then, could you? Could you come a year ago?"

"Last spring," Jerry told her. "I came the first time last spring, when I saw you bending over in the back yard. I saw your legs and your panties and I just came in my pants."

Joyce giggled about that. She squeezed her son's cock very hard. "I made you come first, huh?"

"Yes, and then I saw you fucking with Dad and had to jack off," he said, sounding excited, his young eyes gleaming. "I've been peeking at you ever since. Sometimes I saw enough, and sometimes nothing."

"What's enough?" she wanted to know.

"Just your panties when you had your legs open," he said.

Joyce kissed her son's mouth hard. "Then you were ready for that porch tonight, huh?"

Jerry nodded his head.

"Turning around and trying to see me piss," she murmured excitedly. "Trying to see my cunt while I took a piss… I bet if you had seen me, you'd have come off in your pants again!"

"Probably, Mother," he laughed.

"Why don't you take my panties off, Jerry?" she said in a husky voice. "Why don't you take Mother's panties off now and fuck me?"

"Oh, I'd like that, Mother!"

Joyce stepped back. "What are you waiting for, then?"

The gurgles coming from, her son were evidence of his desire as he went to his knees, his hands dragging her bikini panties down her round hips. His eyes burned on her cunt as it was exposed to him. Joyce lifted first one foot, then the other, to help him. She stood naked, her feet parted on the floor hands on her hips, cunt thrust forward, watching, her son as he remained on his knees gazing at her pussy with boiling desire.

Joyce moved her hands down into the thick curls of her pussy, parting the hair to show her son the pink wetness of her cunt and throbbing cunt. She saw his eyes glow with a more determined heat, his tongue running over his lips.

"Do you like Mother's cunt?" she whispered. "Is my cunt a pretty one? Would you like to stick your hard cock in mother's cunt and fuck me again, Jerry?"

Jerry nodded his head, staring excitedly at his mother's dark-haired cunt, his cock about to burst the seams of his shorts.

Impulsively, giggling, Joyce shoved her pussy close to her son's face, taking the back of his head. She rubbed her wet cunt into his face, watching for his reaction. His eyes smoldered up at hers, his young face almost buried into the thick curls of her cunt hair, his lips pressing against her slippery, steamy cunt. Joyce mewled when she felt her son kiss her cunt lips, his hands on her hips.

"Nice, baby," she hissed throatily. "That was a nice kiss for Mother's pussy."

She smeared her pussy into her son's face as he gurgled. The sounds her son made were obviously those of pleasure, so she pulled his mouth tighter into her crotch, twisting her hips as he slipped his hands around to clutch at her naked, creamy ass. With a child-like giggle, Joyce closed her hot thighs about his face, scissoring them as Jerry kissed her steamy pussy again.

"Ohhh, you're so sweet, baby," she gurgled down at him. "You like kissing Mother's cunt, Jerry?"

He nodded his head, eyes glowing, kissing her puffy pussy again. Joyce pushed his head from her crotch and lifted him to his feet.

"Now it's my turn to take your shorts off," she whispered, going to her knees in front of him. She stared at his hard, outlined cock, seeing the moist spot where the cockhead pressed on the fabric. "You have a beautiful cock, darling. A beautiful hard cock."

She pressed her lips to his shorts, closing them on the shaft of his cock, running them up and down. She pulled his shorts downward, and his cock flipped out and up. Joyce gave an excited squeal, jerking his shorts all the way to his feet. She grabbed her son by his ass with one hand, his cock with the other. She closed her fingers, tightly around the prickshaft, pressing into the sparse hair, making his cock stick out long and very swollen. The cockhead was creamy smooth, his piss hole wide open and seeping. She glanced up at him, her eyes blazing with an intense fire.

Jerry's expression looked expectant, his mouth glistening with the juices of her cunt. Joyce reached up and ran a fingertip over her son's lips, and she felt elation as he sucked her finger into his mouth.

She pressed her face against his cock, feeling it throb against her cheek. She twisted her face against him, rubbing at his cock and balls, kissing moistly. Sliding her lips up and, down the shaft of her son's cock, Joyce made soft, hungry, mewling sounds, her eyes burning up at his. Gripping her son's naked ass, she slipped her tongue out and licked from his balls to the tip of his cock. She paused a moment, then ran her tongue in a hot circle about the head of his cock, lapping in a dainty, manner at the dripping piss hole, tasting the slippery wetness that oozed out of his cock.

"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her lips about his piss hole and sucking, her tongue flicking up and down.

She felt her son's ass shake in her palms, and dug her fingers into the asscheeks, sliding her tight, hot lips past the head of his cock, her tongue pressing his prick against the roof of her mouth. She moaned ecstatically as the head of her son's cock brushed her throat, her lips writhing at the base, his balls resting on her chin.

"Mmmm!" she moaned again, sucking back on his prick with her lips very tight and wet. She held the head of his cock between her lips a moment or so, her tongue lapping against his seeping piss hole. The juices coming out of his cock sent chills of erotic delight along her spine.

"O shit, darling," she whimpered, leaving his prick. "I've got to have it in me! Jerry, oh Jerry… fuck me, baby! Fuck Mother… fuck Mother's boiling cunt!"

She stumbled to the bed, sitting on it and leaning back, her shapely tits arching up with stiff nipples. She spread her long, sleek thighs widely, the lips of her glistening cunt pulsating in need. Scooting her ass to the edge of the mattress, she kept her eyes on his cock.

"Fuck me, Jerry! Oh, God… shove your cock up my cunt, my hot, wet, fucking cunt! Fuck Mother's cunt, baby! Give it to me… please give me a hard fucking! I need it, Jerry, need your beautiful cock up my fucking wet cunt!"

She twisted her hips, squirming her crotch in a lewd, eager invitation. Jerry's eyes almost bugged from his head as he looked at his mother, his cock jerking up and down. His shorts clung to his feet, and he kicked them away, going to his mother. He was short enough to stand between her spread thighs, his cock level with her fiery cunt. As her son's cock spread and stretched her cunt, Joyce gave a loud moan, feeling his throbbing hard-on fucking deep into her pussy. She jerked her hips upward, and it seemed to Jerry that his mother's cunt suddenly sucked his cock right into her.

Joyce lay back, clutching at her straining tits as her hips began to churn up and down, fucking her son before he could start moving. She hissed and gasped and panted with ecstasy, her hips thrashing up and down, her hairy cunt fucking on his cock with a fiery wetness. Jerry placed his hands on his mother's thighs, thrusting his cock into her now, fucking her quickly with short, jerking fuck-plunges, his balls smacking her churning ass.

"Ram it hard, baby!" Joyce yelled. "Fuck Mother's cunt real hard! Hurt me… bruise my cunt. I don't care! Fuck that hairy cunt… my wet pussy… my hot twat, my snatch! Fuck Mother… fuck Mother… fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

Jerry was snorting heavily, his eyes blazing and unfocused as he rammed his cock into his mother's clinging cunt with swift fuck-thrusts. He held her thighs with tight hands, standing there and pumping his hips back and forth. He watched those pink lips of his mother's cunt, framed by all that exciting pussy hair, gripping his cock in slippery wetness.

Joyce lifted her legs until she rested them on her son's shoulders, her hips twisting and gyrating with frantic movements. "Talk to me, darling! Talk to me… say something, say anything!"

"Fuck," Jerry said in a tight voice. "I'm fucking you, Mother! I'm fucking your cunt with my cock! I'm gonna come in your pussy, Mother! I'm gonna fuck your cunt and come off in your cunt and then I'm gonna fuck you again!"

"Ooooo, yes, yes, darling!" she cooed, shaking her ass against his balls. "Talk like that to me! I love to hear you say those things. Tell me how good my cunt is, what a great fuck I am… how hot my ass is! Call me names… call me all those delicious names, Jerry!"

"Good cunt, Mother!" he gasped, fucking his cock into her so hard, there was that moist, slapping sound. "You're a good fuck, Mother, a really great fuck! You're a cunt… a real hot cunt, Mother! You're a fucking cunt!"

"Yes, oh, yes I am! I'm a cunt, baby! I'm your cunt! Fuck my cunt, Jerry! Fuck your mother's cunt! Give, me that hard cock… fuck your hard cock up your mother's wet cunt!"

Jerry fucked his cock into his mother's gripping pussy faster, his balls very tight as they pounded at her wiggling, naked ass. He stared at her hands, watching her claw at her spongy tits. He was holding her thighs tightly.

"Fucking cunt! Fucking hot cunt," he gasped with each fuck-thrust. "Fucking cunt cock-sucker asshole! Cunt cock-sucker cock sucking cunt! You're my mother with a hot cunt and you're a cock-sucking cunt!"

"Ohhh, yes!" Joyce screamed, erupting into spasm after spasm of orgasm. "Oh, I'm coming! My cunt is coming, baby! Fuck it… fuck your cock-sucking cunt mother! Fuck my pussy! Come up my tight, wet pussy! Give Mother your hard, hard, sweet cock! I love it! I'm your cock-sucking cunt mother and you're my cunt-fucking, pussy-licking son and you're fucking me and I'm fucking you and I'm your mother and you're my son and your cock is mine and my cunt is yours and we're going to fuck and we're going to suck and I'm coming and you're going to come in me and I'm going to piss and you're going to piss and we're going to have… oh! Shit, shit, shit! I can't stop coming, you're so good!"

Listening to his mother, ramming his cock hard into her gripping cunt, Jerry grunted loudly, jabbing his cock as deep as he could, his body going stiff. He yelped as come juice roared up from his balls, through his cock and spurted in a frothy gush into his mother's greedy, insatiable cunt.

Joyce closed her legs about her son's neck, squeezing him as she twisted and ground her jizz-flooded pussy against the base of his cock, his balls smashed upon the creamy heat of her ass cheeks.

As her legs fell from him, Jerry slumped over on top of his mother, his cock sliding from her cunt and resting along the crack of her ass. Joyce wrapped him in her arms, drawing his face to her naked tits, then she lifted her legs to close them about his lower body, holding him as she gasped for air.

A short time later, Jerry scooted from his mother and onto her bed, resting his head on a pillow. Joyce moved up beside him, shoving an arm beneath his head.

"I suppose you think you think your going to sleep with me now, don't you?" she said in a soft, tired voice.

"Why not?" Jerry asked, cupping one firm tit in his hand. "If we're gonna do all that fucking you were talking about, Mother, there's no sense in me using my bed anymore."

"What talk about fucking?" she asked.

"That's what you were saying just a minute ago," he remained her.

Joyce laughed, a half-shy sound. "I talk like that every time I'm out of my mind with heat, baby."

"Then you didn't mean it, Mother?" She detected a feeling of rejection in his voice. She snuggled up tight against him, tossing a thigh over his cock and balls. "I meant it," she murmured into his ear. "I meant every fucking word I said."

"You don't really remember what you said, do you, Mother?"

"No," she admitted, worming the tip of her tongue into his ear. "I don't know what I was saying, but I meant every word of it."

"How can you say that if you don't know what it was, you said?"

"Because it doesn't matter what I said," she whispered, licking at his tongue. "I'm willing to do anything I said then, anything."

"Really, Mother?"

"Mmmm, all you have to do is ask to find out, darling," Joyce said softly. "You don't know just how hot your mother is yet. I'm so fucking hot, you can touch a cigarette to my cunt and light it!"

Jerry laughed with pleasure. "But you said a lot of weird things. Maybe you don't mean all of it, Mother."

"You let me worry about meaning it," she said, rubbing her thigh on his cunt-wet cock. "I can promise you this – you're going to have more ass than any boy your age has ever had. I just hope you don't get tired of fucking my cunt, Jerry."

"Never!" he said, hugging his mother and kissing her mouth.