Chapter 8
When Judy woke up, the morning after Art had fucked Janie and fallen asleep with his cock in his sister's pussy, the image of his long prick flashed through her mind even before her eyes opened. She wasn't surprised to find her finger buried deep in her moist pussy-hole.
Her clit had been awake long before her eyes had fluttered open.
She lay playing with herself, enjoying the tingling sensations of her finger rubbing her clit while the middle finger of her other hand probed the slickness of her cunthole. She had never heard a sound in the night. Judy had no idea her older son had fucked the night away with her daughter.
She remembered promising to teach Art how to fuck in every imaginable position when she'd taken him to her bed. She couldn't remember everything they had done, but her pussy told her some more lessons were overdue for her husky-cocked son.
After Art woke up and slipped out of his sister's arms, he padded down the hall to the bathroom to shower and try to clear his foggy head. Perhaps it was because he had fallen asleep with Janie lying on top of him with his hands cupping the firm cheeks of her ass, that his first thoughts of the day turned to fucking his mother-not in her pussy, but up her asshole!
When the two met in the kitchen, they were already subconsciously primed for sex. Art shuffled into the big room in his too-small bathrobe. Judy had the water heating for coffee and was standing with her hand under her shortie robe, feeling how hotly erect her clit was.
Art's white teeth flashed in a wide smile. "Morning, Mom."
He hugged her and gave her a quick kiss. Her soft mouth clung to his. The tea kettle began singing, but they stood toe to toe, kissing hotly, hearing not a sound. Art's hands eased her robe up over her firm ass. He stroked her soft flesh, feeling his cock harden and jut from his robe. His cockhead eased between her parted legs and touched his mother's moist clit.
"Oh, my!"
Judy's voice was shaky. She was so cock-hungry she had turned on the moment her well-built son had strolled into the kitchen.
"Bob and Janie will be coming down for breakfast, Art. Perhaps we'd better eat and then ... well ... I didn't make my bed this morning."
He grinned and patted her ass. Her eyes followed his half-erect cock as he moved over to sit down at the table. Judy hurriedly made instant coffee and leaned over to put his cup down in front of him. Her robe fell open. One firm tit brushed against his shoulder. She froze, her nipple hardening and her legs feeling like rubber.
Art turned his head. His tongue swept over the pink tip of her heavy white mound. Judy hugged him. Her hand slipped under his robe. His heavy cock swelled in her fist.
Coffee was forgotten.
Judy stood up straight. Her robe slithered to the floor. Art pushed his chair back, but to his surprise his mother stepped over him and sat on his lap with her back to him.
Both his hands lifted and squeezed her lovely tits. His cock jerked between her parted pussy-lips to rub against her protruding clit. Judy's hands began to shake, but her grip on his cock was firm.
"Remember I promised we would fuck all over the house, Art? On tables and chairs and all kinds of places that will get us into wild positions to screw in."
His strong hands covered hers, pressing his long cockshaft firmly between her wet pussy-lips.
"I remember, Mom. I've never done it on a chair."
"You'll love it, honey. My cunt will hold you so tight!"
Judy stood up. Her hand held his rigid cock. She sat down on it, slowly.
Art stiffened. Jesus, her cunt seemed almost as tight as his sister's! Straddling him and lifting herself up and down, fucking his hard prick made her cuntwalls contract and drag against his wide cockhead and almost pry her cunt apart.
"Ummmmm ... oh, Art, you feel so good in me, this way. I-I feel like a virgin getting fucked for the very first time."
She eased up and down, sinking his cock all the way in. Her pussy walls dragged along his slick shaft. He felt his dick-knob swelling so full, he thought it would burst.
Judy panted, leaning over a little. Her hot cunt screwed her son's stiff cock like she'd just been rescued from a deserted island. Her outthrust ass bounced off his hard-muscled belly. The strong musky scent of her excited pussy overrode the aroma of the coffee growing cold on the table.
Judy half-turned toward him, lifting her tit to his open mouth. He sucked greedily on her firm nipple. Turned the way she was, her cunt seemed even tighter.
He pushed her over a bit more. His fingers slid around his slick cock. She felt him teasing her clit with the tip of his strong middle finger. She didn't know that he was getting his finger slick with her cuntjuice for another reason.
Judy moaned a little when his wet finger rubbed her tightly clenched asshole. Quick flashes of Bobbie fucking her ass dazzled her eyes. Judy knew what Art wanted to do. She was ready!
Without saying a word she eased his cock out of her slick hole. She leaned forward, pushing the coffee cups away. Her hard nipples touched the wood top of the table. She spread her feet.
There it was! His mother was half-lying on the table with her hands holding her round asscheeks apart. The chair fell over, Art got up so quickly. He held his hard cock with both hands, lowering it a little. Judy murmured meaningless words and spread her feet a bit wider when she felt her asshole giving under the pressure of his cock.
He backed off, taking a couple quick strokes in her slick cunt. Now his cock was really slick, and he went back to her asshole. This time he moved into her flaming shitter with one long determined stroke.
"Aaaargghhhh!"
Judy's hands whipped out convulsively. The coffee cups shattered on the kitchen floor. Her fingers gripped the far edge of the narrow table,
Art fucked her asshole with unmercifully long, hard strokes. He'd been thinking about fucking his mother up her shit-chute ever since he had woke up. Now his rigid prick rammed into her like it was possessed!
"God in Heaven, Art! Easy! You're killing me with that hard club of yours."
He didn't answer her. His hands gripped her hipbones. He bent over her, driving every inch of his meat into her. The table creaked. The sugar bowl and creamer followed the cups to the floor. Art paid no attention to the wreckage around him. He concentrated on how incredibly good it felt to fuck his mom this way.
He had been thinking about it too long to be able to fuck her tight asshole without coming much too soon to suit him. Judy whimpered, grabbing for her jiggling tits when his dick suddenly grew hard as steel and erupted a wild flood of hot cum.
"God damn!" he grunted.
He leaned over his mother, kissing her neck and shoulders as his cock jerked load after load of cum into her shithole. Judy had been taken by surprise when he'd shot off. She hadn't come.
When he pulled out, she straightened up, staring at his still-hard cock jerking in the air. With a low animal growl, she reached down and picked up his chair. She pushed him down on it and flung herself onto him.
She straddled his legs again, shoving his cock into her hungry cunt with both hands. He grabbed for her tits, but she was so damn hot to fuck him and to come that she hardly felt his skilful fingers twisting her nipples and tugging them out.
"Fuck me, honey!" she screamed. Her voice was low, hungry, demanding.
Judy wanted to climax. She pushed his hand down between her wide-open legs. He rubbed her clit furiously as his hips jerked his stiff cock in and out of her clenching pussy.
It was Judy's turn to be surprised. She bounced up and down on her son's dick so damn hard, she came with a sudden rush. Her arms locked around his neck. Her cunt slammed down on his prick.
No sound escaped her clenched teeth. She was orgasming too hard to find the breath to even gasp her joy. Judy rocked back and forth on her boy's rigid rod, coming over and over again.
He wished he could come with her. Her cunt gripped him so tightly, he felt he was being jacked off. But he couldn't shoot again so soon.
Art's dick was killing him. He lifted her off him and staggered over to the sink. The cold water sloshing over his inflamed cock and his aching balls helped a little.
"Oh, shit!" he muttered. "We sure made a hell of a mess of this kitchen."
Judy shrugged, her full tits swaying sexily.
"Who cares?" She grinned. "It was worth it. My asshole still burns, but I've never had such an exciting breakfast!"
He laughed and hugged his mom impulsively. She didn't seem like a forty-year-old woman. Her figure was beautiful. Her heavy tits showed no signs of sagging. Only the tiny lines under her eyes showed what time intended to do to her. Her cunt was as pink and pretty as Janie's-and twice as educated!
Judy's hands found his prick again. It swelled under her teasing touches. Art's mom was aglow with cock-fever. It was going to be a long day!
She dropped to her knees on the hard floor. Her mouth opened and slid down her boy's long shaft. The sucking noises made his balls tighten and the color rush to his face.
God, she was one hot woman!
"You said you hadn't made your bed?"
She looked up and smiled. "Not yet."
He lifted her to her feet. "Let's go tear the hell out of it!"
Judy giggled like a schoolgirl. She grabbed his hand and raced for the stairs, just a short step or two in front of him. They never made it to her bedroom.
Judy was so excited and hot to fuck again that she stumbled on the stairs and fell to her hands and knees. Art was so close behind her that he fell on top of her. His rigid cock went right into her slick pussy from the back.
Judy made no effort to get up. "Fuck me, honey ... right here! I can't wait to get upstairs."
He knelt on the hard wood step, tugging her ass toward him. He fucked into his mother's slick pussy-hole as eagerly as he had the first time he'd banged her.
Judy braced herself against the hard thrusts of his stiff cock. Her head was bent, peering between her boobs to watch his heavy balls swinging back and forth as he drove into her.
It seemed he'd hardly taken twenty strokes before she heard him muttering under his breath. She knew what was happening. His cock growing hotter and harder in her pussy told her he was coming again.
"God damnit all to hell! I don't want to come so fucking soon."
His voice was rough and angry. She flinched when his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist. She arched her back, fucking harder, trying to come with him, but he came too fast.
Art's body jerked so hard when his aching balls unloaded that his knee slipped off the step. Judy made a grab for the stair railing. She missed. Clinging to her, he rolled down the stairs. They bumped and thudded clear to the bottom. When they rolled and hit the last two steps, Judy's head struck the hard step edge. She was knocked silly by the blow.
"Oh God! What have I done? Mom! Mom! Say something! Jesus, this is awful!"
He held her tightly, rocking back and forth. His hard cock hung limp. Hot tears spilled down his face. His shaking hands brushed her hair back.
Her eyes were closed. An ugly blue bump was taking shape right before his anguished eyes.
"Bob! Janie! Get down here. Help us."
His cry rang through the old frame house. He heard the scuffle of bare feet on the floor of the upstairs hall.
"Holy Cow! What happened, Art?" Bobbie's face was as white as Art's.
"Help me get Mom up to her bed. She fell."
He didn't say she'd tumbled down with him because they'd been fucking like crazy hot teens on the steep flight.
They heaved and tugged her up the stairs and got her to her rumpled bed. Art covered her up with the blankets.
Janie had seen his cock all slick with pussy-juice, but she said nothing. She ran to the bathroom and came back with a big towel wet with cold water. She folded it and laid it gently over the ugly bruise.
Judy's eyes fluttered open. "Wha ... what happened? Oh, Art! Are you okay?"
He nodded, relieved to see she wasn't severely injured by her fall.
"We'll take care of you, Mom. I think you're going to have a swell headache in a minute, but otherwise ..."
Janie's quick small hands felt all over her mother's body. Judy was still so horny that her nipples came back up, firm and pointed, as the girl rubbed her palms over them.
"Nothing's broken," Judy said. She lifted the covers. Janie slid in beside her. They hugged, watching grins of relief spreading over the boys' faces.
"You rest, Mom. We'll cook, today. Hey, how about a barbecue? And then a swim afterwards."
Judy was not just uninjured-she was still hot to fuck. Her eyes held the two long cocks of her boys. Janie jumped when her mother's fingers cupped her daughter's pussy.
"Go get things ready. We'll skip breakfast and go right to lunch," Judy cooed.
The boys whipped down the hall and, taking the stairs easy, proceeded to further demolish the kitchen, getting ready for the barbecue.
"You were lucky you weren't hurt real bad, Mom," Janie said.
Her voice was tight. She was getting terribly hot from the pressure of Judy's hand on her pussy.
"Take my mind off my headache, honey," Judy whispered.
She spread her legs a little. Janie knew exactly what she meant.
The covers were thrown off. She lifted her mother's knees and laid her legs wide apart. Her small hands scooped Judy's ass. Her quick tongue flicked over her mother's moist clit.
"Suck me, Janie. I need it so bad ... so bad!"
The taste of Art's cum was strong in her cunt, and Janie knew exactly how the accident had happened. They had to have been fucking on the stairs. She remembered the previous wonderful night with her brother in her bed. The young girl got twice as hot, sucking on her mother's soft pussy. In her mind she was going down on Art, too. And her wild sexy urges to lick her mother until she screamed for mercy were twice as strong, tasting her brother's cum in her cunt.
"Oh ... oh God ... God! God! I'm coming, Janie ... coming so hard!"
Her fingers twisted in her girl's blonde hair. Her legs came together, pressing against Janie's ears.
The teen couldn't hear her mother whimpering and moaning as she came. But she could feel Judy's body shaking and her cunt clamping tightly around her tongue.
Janie suspected the barbecue was going to be one long fuckfest!