Chapter 2
Sharon wasn't really surprised at what she had done with her daughter. It had been coming on for some time, she knew now. The only thing that did surprise her now was that she had gone no farther than touching, bringing Susan to orgasm with her fingers. And through her panties at that.
She had wanted to touch Susan's little cunt without anything between them, and it had required tremendous willpower not to. One of these days, she thought, as she sat on her bed, staring at her hand, the one she had used to stroke and caress and feel her daughter's steamy little cunt. One of these days she would do it. One of these days she would put her hand into those tight little panties and touch Susan's creamy young cunt, rub those hot pussy hps, put her finger in.
The thought of kissing her daughter's cunt came over her like an exploding ball of fire. She tried to bury the thought, but it kept coming back to her. Her thoughts turned to her son, Robert, and what she had done to him earlier. His precious balls had felt so good on the tips of her fingers. If she could play with her son, touch his cock and balls, maybe even see his cock, get his prick up her cunt, she wouldn't feel this strange desire to kiss and suck Susan's cunt.
There was no explanation for this desire, she thought.
She could not deny there was a strange, appealing excitement about kissing Susan's pussy. At Susan's age, her cunt wouldn't be very hairy. The girl's cunt would be fresh and clean, probably with only a bit of fuzz to get in the way. Sharon had shaved her cunt once to see what it would be like, and the naked pussy Hps had held certain excitement. It seemed to be a different cunt once she had removed all the hair.
Sweeter, more succulent, more beautiful, somehow.
In her mind she saw her son's cock standing up, very hard, with perhaps a small patch of hair at the base, his young balls hanging down. The lurching sensation in her cunt brought a soft moan from her throat as she visualized her son's young cock.
Sharon paced her bedroom, nervous, but eager, her mind trying to picture Robert, naked, standing as she knelt to stroke that lovely young prick, to kiss the tip, to run her tongue along the hard cockshaft. His cock would be small, of course, she thought. He wasn't very old, either. A year and a half older than Susan. His cock wouldn't be a monstrous thing, but just right for Sharon. Sharon really didn't like a huge cock. A big prick thrilled her cunt, but she couldn't take it all into her mouth, and she wanted a cock she could take anywhere with total comfort.
Robert's cock, she was sure, fit the bill perfectly.
But she would have to see to find out.
She heard the door close, and quickly went down the hall to the living room. Robert had come back, and, when he glanced at her, Sharon tried to make herself believe he had a burning interest in her body.
Feeling very nervous, she made sure Robert could look at her body. She made sure, he could see her nipples straining, the outline of her cunt lips, and best of all, the display of her ass in the tight, very short shorts. She felt wanton, eagerly making an attempt to let her son know her inner emotions, that she was willing to indulge in games with him.
When she glanced at him, she grinned, seeing the evidence of her success. His cock strained inside the shorts. She could almost see the head of his cock past the frayed edges. Almost, but not quite.
She stood a few feet away, in front of him, legs parted. She knew cunt hair curled from the tight crotch, enticingly. Robert was looking at her, between her legs.
"Where did you go, Robert?" she asked in a low voice. "Out to diddle some little girl?"
His eyes lifted to hers.
"I mean, after what we saw your sister doing," Sharon whispered, "I wouldn't blame you. That was very exciting."
She stared at his hard-on meaningfully, her eyes blazing as the heat bubbled between her thighs. The urge to lean down, to shove her hand under his cut-offs, to yank his cock free was powerful. Her hips jerked forward.
Robert was not as nervous as his mother. His cock was straining at his cut-offs, his balls aching. He had seen his mother many times, in his mind, naked. He had seen her long, slim thighs and hairy cunt, her firm, shapely tits and swelling ass. He had seen her that way as he pumped his cock in a frenzy.
Robert had fantasized many times of his mother tempting him, of her seducing him. It was, now, as if those fantasies were coming true. The curling hair of her cunt sticking from the tight crotch of her shorts, the outline of her cunt, the way her tits jutted outward, and especially the things she was now saying, told Robert his mother was his for the asking. Young as he was, he was a very perceptive boy.
He stood up, his cock bulging outward.
"Ohhhh, God, baby!" Sharon moaned, her body trembling. "Oh, I see . . . ahhh, it's beautiful!"
Robert closed the distance between them.
He stopped, standing very close to his mother. He was a full head shorter than her, and Sharon had to look down at him. But Robert wasn't looking up; he was staring at her tits, almost level with his young face. Sharon felt herself swaying toward him, her breath caught as excitement flared between her thighs. Her nipples inside the t-shirt were only an inch from his mouth.
They stood, not speaking, both anticipating. Then Robert shoved his face forward. Sharon gurgled as his mouth closed about her hidden nipple. The wet heat of her son's mouth seemed to scald her nipple, then she was sucking through the t-shirt. He stood, arms dangling, sucking on his mother's tit through the material, his breath hot and searing through the cloth.
"Oooo, baby!" Sharon moaned, lifting her hands and placing them at the back of his head, pulling his face into her tit. "Oh, God . . . that feels so good, Robert!"
Her thigh pressed at the throbbing hardness of his cock. She could feel the power of her son's prick against her naked thigh, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough just to feel a hard-on.
The cheeks of Sharon's ass tightened as her cunt throbbed with a beautiful, burning feeling. She was getting wetter; she could feel it, feel the fuck juices seeping from her cunt, soaking into the crotch of her shorts. Her clit had swollen until it was a knotted, fiery pain. She squirmed against her son, holding his mouth onto her tit.
"Suck it for mother," she hissed throatily. "Suck it for me, Robert! Oooo, your mouth is so hot on me!"
She felt his hands moving between them, felt the back of one hand touch her thigh. It seemed as if her flesh would melt from the touch. There was a wetness on her thigh, a hotter heat, and her pulse raced as she realized her son had pulled his cock from his cut-offs, and was rub- bing the swollen, dripping prickhead about her thigh.
Sharon gasped, looking downward.
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered.
Robert was sucking hard on her tit, squeezing his cock in his fist, rubbing the smooth prickhead on her thigh, smearing her skin with the seeping fuck juices. She began to pant heavily, jerking her t-shirt up, exposing her other tit. Robert left the nipple he had been sucking, scooting his mouth quickly to the firm tit his mother had revealed.
Sharon shivered as he sucked attar naked tit, feeling his tongue fluttering about the hard nipple. She felt him trying to take as much of her tit as possible into his hungry young mouth, and the suction sent tingling excitement up and down her body.
Holding the back of his head tightly, keeping his mouth filled with her tit, she shot her hand down, pulled his hand off his cock, and gripped it herself. She made a squealing sound and began to jack his prick, rubbing the cockhead between her thighs, enjoying the trails of slippery, hot wetness on her skin.
A sudden groan came from Robert.
Sharon felt his cock become harder in her fist, and then she felt the gushing of come juice. Spunk splashed against her thigh, coating her flesh. Time and again, the come juice burst from his cock, and she jacked his prick in short, swift, excited movements of her squeezing fist. The come ran down her leg, hot and wet. Her cunt quivered, her pussy lips clenching, her clitoris throbbing. A long wail came from her throat as she came, her ass twisting, bumping back and forth. She clung to his gushing cock eagerly, jerking fast, making her son come on her thighs.
A shudder went through her son, transmitting itself to her. When he finished coming, she pulled his cock between her thighs, pressing them together, and wrapped her arms about his shoulders. She kissed the top of his head, his face buried between her tits. The come juice dripped down her thighs, to her knees, and along her legs, then to the floor.
Robert tried to work his cock back and forth, tried to fuck his mother between her hot thighs. But his cock had become very small now.
Sharon^ pulled free, looking down at his dangling cock. His prick was out of his cut-offs on one side, glistening with wetness. She ran a fingertip along his cock, grinning lewdly at him.
"We made a mess, didn't we, Robert?" she said in a soft voice. "At least you did."
"It was too fast, Mother," he said, not in the least showing shame or guilt. "I don't do that so fast, most of the time."
"Was it good?" she asked huskily.
"Better than jacking off." He grinned bold- ly, cupping her naked tit in his small hand. "I like to jack off, but when you do it for me, it's a lot better, Mother."
She leaned her face down, kissing his mouth. Robert dug into her naked tit, making his mother moan with pleasure. She closed her fist about his cock once again, squeezing and pulling.
"Don't you have a girlfriend, honey?"
He shook his head. "I'm looking, though." He grinned. "Jacking off is a lot of fun, Mother, but I sure would like to get a piece of ass."
Sharon laughed, feeling delight at his words.
"It would be better, wouldn't it?" she murmured, squeezing his prick. "Putting this into something nice and soft and furry and wet would feel better than your fist, right?"
Robert nodded, digging his fingers into his mother's naked tit. "I have something soft, furry, and wet, darling," she whispered in a soft, trembling voice. "I have something that is wet and hot, very hot."
"Mother, do you mean I can ..."
A grin spread over Sharon's face, her eyes hot and blazing as she nodded her head. "That's what I mean, Robert."
His eyes widened, shining with eagerness. "I can do it to you, Mother? Really? You'll let me fu . . . do it to you?"
"Fuck me?" she said. "I'd love it, Robert."
"Really?" he asked again, hardly believing this.
Sharon's nervousness was gone, replaced by a trembling hunger. She tossed all caution away, grinding her hips against him. She pulled his hand off her tit, shoved it behind her and closed his lingers around one cheek of her ass.
"Hold my ass, Robert," she gasped. "Hold mother's ass! Feel my ass, baby. Squeeze mother's ass, touch mother's ass! Oooo, you can fuck me, Robert! Oh, God, you can fuck me!"
His cock rose into hardness once again, pressing between her thighs. She could feel his prick throbbing there, making her cunt hungry. Tightening her thighs about his cock, she began working her thighs back and forth, fucking him with the heat of her come-juice-covered inner thighs. Robert clung to his mother's ass, squeezing, breathing harshly.
His other hand gripped the opposite cheek of her ass, pulling her into his shaking body. He felt the creamy nakedness of her lower ass cheeks, trying to dig his ringers under her shorts. They were too tight for him, and his right hand moved between them quickly. His cock slipped from between her thighs, lifting up in full hardness. When Robert cupped his mother's cunt through her shorts, Sharon almost came. She pumped her hips back and forth, rubbing her cunt into his palm, groaning as the heat grew until she was afraid it would burst into a consuming flame.
He looked down at his mother's hips, watching with huge eyes as she made fucking movements, grinding her cunt into his palm. His mother's cunt felt hotter than he had imagined. He was till having difficulty believing he was feeling his mother up, that she was willingly letting him do it, that she had said he could fuck her.
"Can I really do it to you, Mother?" he asked again.
"Yes," Sharon moaned. "I mean it! Oh, God, Robert! I never meant anything more in my life!"
"I can put it in you?"
"You can put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me!"
Robert gasped, excited by his mother's words. His cock jerked as his mother slipped her hand into his cut-offs and gripped his tight balls.
"I can fuck you?"
"Oh, can you!" she almost screamed. "You can fuck me all you want, Robert! Oooo, do it now! Fuck me now, baby!"
"I can't get it in," he complained, trying to jerk the crotch of her shorts away. They were much too tight, and he couldn't even expose one cunt lip.
"Let me help," she groaned, tugging at the zipper in back, Robert stepped away, watching his mother as she peeled her shorts down. She wiggled her hips, hurriedly shoving her shorts to her knees and stepping from them. Robert's eyes became very glazed when she stood. He stared at the thick mass of cunt hair, and, when his mother fell back on the floor, spreading her legs wide, lifting her hips up lewdly, he saw the pink wetness of her pussy, saw the way it twitched.
Robert went to his knees, and Sharon grabbed his cock, pulling him toward her cunt. She rubbed the swollen prickhead up and down the slit of her cunt, then pressed the cockhead in. Robert gritted his teeth as he felt the wet heat wrap about his prick. Once the smooth prickhead was between the lips of her cunt, Sharon lunged upward, stabbing her pussy on her son's cock. She gave a loud hiss as Robert's cock stretched and filled her boiling pussy, then drew him down onto her body.
The moist slap of his lower stomach smashing between her legs brought a grunt from him. His mother's cunt was hotter and wetter than he had ever imagined possible. His balls became tight as his mother lifted her legs, then wrapped them about his ass. She cluthed his shoulders tight- ly, her head thrown back with wild ecstasy. "Fuck me!" she shouted. "Your cock is in my cunt now, Robert! Oooo, baby, fuck me! Mother's cunt wants your had cock! Fuck mother . . . fuck mother's hungry cunt- now!"
She scissored her hot thighs up and down his hips, wishing she had taken time to remove his cut-offs. But now that his cock was stuffed into her cunt, she wasn't going to take time to get them off him. She bounced her ass, churning up and down as her son started fucking into her greedy cunt. She moaned and groaned, wailed and screamed in a muffled way. Her hips churned frantically, pumping up to meet his down-thrusting cock.
Suddenly Robert's body went stiff, his cock buried as far as he could go in his mother's hairy cunt.
"Susan," he gasped. "Mother, where's Susan?"
"Fuck Susan!" Sharon groaned.
Robert laughed. "Gladly, but where is she now?"
"Don't worry about your fucking sister!" Sharon urged, pumping her naked ass up and down, beating the ass cheeks on the carpet, riding her son's throbbing cock with the gripping hps of her fiery cunt. "Fuck her, Robert! This is what counts-your cock in my pussy, fucking me! Fuck her ..." She paused, then added: "Later. Fuck your fucking sister later!"
Robert's hands moved behind his mother's thrashing hips, clutching at her squirming ass. He dug his fingers into the tight, creamy cheeks, and began to fuck his cock in and out. Sharon's almost-naked body trembled with ecstasy as her son held tightly to her ass, his cock filling her hungry cunt. The steaming friction of his throbbing prick against the clutching lips of her cunt sent her mind spinning with erotic ecstasy.
"Fuck me!" Sharon groaned, her neck taut. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck mother! Oooo, your cock is so fucking hard, Robert! I love it, love the way it feels in my cunt. Give my pussy your beautiful hard, young cock, baby! Oooo, ram it to me! Fuck mother's wet pussy . . . ram my ass! Ohhhh, Robert, fuck your mother's cunt, hard, fast . . . fuck, fuck, fuck me!"
The words drifted off, and Sharon began to bite at her son's shoulder, tasting the sweat on his flesh. She sucked at his neck, the tip of her tongue flicking at his skin. Her hips churned swiftly, erotically, making tight circles, her cunt nipping on his cock. The soft, wet walls of her pussy seemed to grab hold of his cock each time he fucked deep, holding his prick as he lifted. He dug his fingers hard into his mother's ass, and the harder he squeezed, the more she seemed to like it. She was making grunting sounds now, humping her cunt up and down, fucking him more than he was fucking her.
A crazy image came into Sharon's mind- her daughter, Susan, was watching them, watch-ing them fuck wildly. The image was so real, she turned her head towward the doorway, but it was empty. Yet, the idea of having her daughter watch as she fucked Robert was exciting. She wondered, in a vague way, if Susan would become excited, seeing her fucking Robert. Maybe Susan would, and perhaps her daughter would sit in her face, shove and rub her succulent cunt into her mouth, while Robert fucked her.
The scream started off almost silently, then grew louder as Sharon's cunt became very tight around her son's cock. The eruption was amaz-ing, her orgasm the best of her life.
"Oooo, you're making me come, baby!" she shouted, arching her cunt into his cock, grinding in a frenzy of erotic heat. "Your cock ... so hard . . . making me. . . come! Feel mother's cunt . . . squeezing your cock! Ohhh, harder, Robert! Ahhh, I'm coming so fucking hard!"
Her body trembled as the orgasm faded, then her eyes popped open with delight.
"I'm coming again! Ohhh, that's so good! Robert, you're making me come-again!"
Robert pounded his cock into his mother's contracting cliht with a fury. His balls writhed tightly at the base. The wet heat of his mother's pussy seemed to be squeezing his cock like a fist and the suction was fantastic. He was very close to discharge, and he wasn't sure if he was sup-posed to come inside her cunt or not. His cock swelled larger, the prickhead ballooning.
"Mother, I'm gonna ..."
Sharon sensed he was about to yank his cock from her cunt "No!" she screamed, grabbing his ass with both her hands and darwing him tight between her thighs. "No, don't take it out!"
"But I'm gonna come, Mother!"
"Yes!"she screeched. "Come in me!"
But, as she urged him, Robert's cock was squirting. The hot come juice sprayed along the satiny walls of her pussy, splashing deeply. It triggered a final orgasm in Sharon's cunt. She tried to muffle the scream of ecstasy, but couldn't. Her cunt began to milk at her son's spewing prick, draining his balls, making his spunk flood her hungry cunt.
When Robert slumped across her body. Sharon squeezed her thighs about him, holding his cock inside her cunt by locking her legs across his ass. She hugged him tightly, his face between her firm, shapely tits. She caressed his back as he shuddered and gasped.
She felt his cock slipping from her cunt, and a soft purr of pleasure came from her. She felt his cock come free, and his prick dangled downward, along the crack of her ass. Robert's young body shook again, then he started lifting op. Sharon let her legs fall away from him. Robert sat back on his heels, his cock glistening wetly, his balls still hidden by his cut-offs. He gazed at his mother's crotch, seeing the thick hair, the wet and pink hps of her cunt, the tip of her clit poking from the folds.
Sharon watched his expression and was pleased when her son suddenly smiled. She rolled her ass, twisting lewdly as she returned his grin.
"How was it, Robert?"
"Great, Mother!"
"Your first piece, huh?" she asked, her eyes glowing. "I was your very first fuck, wasn't I?" "Yeah!"
"Do you like fucking me, honey?"
He nodded eagerly, probing his mother's wet cunt with a ringer. When it touched her sensitive clitoris, Sharon's hips jerked and a soft sob bubbled out of her mouth.
"Mother's ass is very hot, you know," she murmured.
"I just found out," he grinned, then fear came into his eyes as he looked around quickly. "Susan . . . Mother, is Susan in the house?"
"Her room," Sharon replied. "Why?"
"What if she saw us?" he asked.
Sharon grinned. "There'd probably be a fight over your cock, I suppose."