Chapter 1
Joanne dozed on the couch.
It was early afternoon, and the air-conditioner hummed softly, sending cool air throughout the house. Outside, the temperature was in the high nineties. Inside, Joanne's temperature was higher than that.
Her robe had come untied and flapped open. She lay on her back, one arm over her head and the other resting across her flat stomach. Her right leg had fallen over the cushions, her left, raised and bent against the back of the couch.
Standing in the center of the floor, gazing in almost awed pleasure, were Jimmy and Hank.
Jimmy, the oldest, was two years into puberty. He was showing signs of being tall, like his long-deceased father. He was, at this time, also showing evidence of having a cock that would be quite long and thick. It bulged against the front of his cut-off jeans in throbbing hardness. His dark eyes glowed with intense interest. Next to him was his brother, Hank, a year younger. His eyes were wide with surprised pleasure and his cock, while not as large as his brother's, also strained at the front of his cut-offs.
Joanne, of course, was completely unaware that her two sons were looking at her. Her sleep was light and she was having an intensely erotic dream. She was dreaming of a hard cock plunging in and out of her cunt and it was so realistic, her hips writhed gently.
From where they stood, the two boys watched their mother with delight. This was the first time either of them had ever seen a girl-or a woman-so exposed. like most boys, they peeked under the skirts of girls every chance they got. And, once or twice, they had caught brief glimpses of their mother's panties if she was careless when she sat down. Seeing the panties of a girl had excited them, naturally, but what they were seeing now was so much better.
Joanne was wearing her robe because she had just bathed and had not felt like dressing right away.
Both Jimmy and Hank had been constant masturbators ever since they discovered the thrill of coming off. They jacked off alone and together, watching each other. On at least two occasions they had jacked each other off, but they didn't make a habit of that.
What they were staring at was the naked body of their mother. Her head rested on the arm of the couch and her dark-brown hair with its auburn highlights fanned out around her head and shoulders. Although her arm was over her face they could imagine her unusual eyes. They were a light-green, with a smoldering quality in them. Her nose was small and her mouth wide.
Her lips were full and moist, a mouth her husband used to call his "cocksucking mouth." It was true, too. Joanne loved to feel a hard cock stretching her sensitive lips, driving in and out and going deep. Joanne called her mouth her "pussy mouth."
Her tits rose and fell evenly as she dozed. They arched up from her chest firm, round and spongy, tipped with two rubber-like nipples centered in a large disk of pebbled, brown flesh. Right now her sons could see only one tit, the other was still covered by her robe. But her waist and flat stomach were exposed. She had rounded hips that flowed gracefully into long, smooth, slim thighs and curvy legs.
From where Jimmy and Hank stood, they could look up between their mother's legs, and gaze hotly at her thickly-haired cunt.
Joanne had extra long cunt hair. It was dark, like the hair on her head, but quite curly. It formed a beautiful triangle, with a needle-thin line of hair moving up to her dimpled belly button. It was thick along the puffy lips of her cunt, then disappeared into the tantalizing crack of her ass cheeks. Her ass was still firm and springy at thirty-two, swelling out deliciously in twin, writhing cheeks before tucking neatly into her slender thighs.
But it was her hairy cunt the two boys stared at.
They could see the pink lips and the tip of their mother's clitoris peeking up from the folds. Moisture glistened on Joanne's cunt, evidence of her erotic dream.
It was her cunt that excited Jimmy and Hank to the point of having hard cocks. It was the first time they had ever seen a cunt and they were so excited about it, they danced from foot to foot, their eyes hot and somewhat glassy. The fact that their mother's hips were writhing as she dreamed increased their delight.
"She's dreaming about fucking," Jimmy whispered.
"How do you know?" Hank asked.
"Dummy, can't you see the way she's moving?"
"That don't prove nothing."
"Girls only move like that when they're fucking or dancing," Jimmy said in his older wisdom. "Haven't you ever seen them?"
"I never saw a girl fucking-you know that."
"I'm talking about the way they dance, dumb-ass."
Hank gave in to his older brother's wisdom. Whatever Jimmy said was fine with him. Besides, he was more interested in looking at his mother's cunt. His cock strained at the front of his cut-offs and he began to rub it.
The whispered voices broke through Joanne's light doze and she froze for a moment. Understanding that she was exposed came to her first and a flush of shame crept over her face. The second thing she understood was that her cunt was boiling, very wet, and that she was intensely aroused. The third thing she realized, and this made her blush with a deeper shame, was that her two son's were standing there looking at her.
Joanne's first impulse was to jerk the robe over her body. But she couldn't, her arms refused to move. She was frightened by what was happening. Not of her two boys, but of what was going on in her mind. The sudden thrill of having them look at her in such a lewd position sent a burning throb to her pussy. She was frightened because being seen by them seemed so exciting to her. The idea that her two sons were gazing at her cunt made her shiver and her clitoris swelled in tingling hardness.
Risking a peek from her under her arm, she had to swallow a sudden gasp. She saw the way her son's cocks strained at the fronts of their cut-offs and she saw her youngest son rubbing at his cock. The thought burned into her brain like a searing branding iron: They're hard because they see my cunt!
Ashamed and fearful, Joanne could not deny the explosion of pleasure that flared inside her. It was unexpected and she had never felt it before. No one, including her deceased husband, had ever seen her body like this. Despite the wild, raging desires that burned through her slim body, Joanne was really abnormally shy.
She loved to fuck, of course, and would suck her husband's cock off quick enough, but to show her body had always been difficult for her. Her husband had seen her naked, naturally, but usually only when she bathed. He had certainly never seen her in a lewd position. They had fucked in the dark most of the time and the times they did fuck in the daytime, Joane always had some clothing on. Even though she had loved sucking his cock very much, she would blush with shame if it happened so he could watch her. Only under the concealment of darkness had she been able to truly let herself go and suck his cock vigorously and with intense enjoyment.
Although an extremely sensual female, Joanne still had those silly inhibitions. She loved to wear sensual clothing, clothing that molded and revealed her shapely body. All her skirts and blouses were sensually designed, as were the dresses, shorts and tight, designer jeans she loved to wear. Her jeans were all quite tight, hugging her shapely, teasing ass and the crotch put pressure against her clitoris, almost outlining her puffy cunt. But being seen in such a lewd pose always brought a blush of shame to her face. Her clothing gave her the ability to show off her fantastic body, yet keep her erotic desires secret.
So she was surprised to find such sudden, unexpected pleasure from her two sons peeking at her exposed body. She felt shame, but the pleasure was greater. At that moment, Joanne did not try to understand her mixed feelings. The excitement of knowing it was her body that gave her sons those lovely hard-ons flowed through her, blotting out everything else. Everything, that is, except the wicked feeling of shame. And Joanne finally admitted she enjoyed the feeling.
It was an unusual experience for her. But being in such a lewd pose with her cunt throbbing and so slippery wet, while being seen by her two young sons, both thrilled and ashamed her at the same time-and it felt good.
From slitted eyes she watched her boys. Her eyes were fixed upon the lumps in their cutoffs and for a moment she did not realize Jimmy had moved.
She almost stopped breathing when she saw him coming closer to her. Then he was standing near, leaning over slightly to peer between her thighs. There was a lurch in the rings of her cunt and Joanne felt as if she were about to come.
Then Hank was beside his brother.
"You gonna touch it, Jimmy?" Joanne heard her youngest say. "You gonna touch mom's cunt?"
"Yeah," Jimmy said in a whisper.
"You might wake her up," Hank whispered back. "You're gonna get us in trouble, Jimmy."
"She won't wake up, dumb-ass," Jimmy hissed. "I just gotta see what it feels like. Now be quiet before you wake her up."
Joanne was struggling hard to keep her body perfectly still. She had a difficult time breathing evenly and slowly. When she felt her son's hand on her long, smooth thigh, she almost jumped. Then his hand moved up her thigh and his fingers moved through the dark curls of her pussy.
With her face flaming, her mind was screaming: Touch me, Jimmy! Touch my cunt! Oh, please touch my cunt!
She felt her son's hand move through the thick thatch of cunt hair. She could hear him breathing harshly with excitement. Her eyes darted to the front of his pants. His cock was beautifully outlined, the head almost bursting underneath the cloth. Joanne wondered if Jimmy would come. The idea of her son coming off in his pants as he felt her cunt sent a ripple of delight through her veins.
She felt Jimmy's fingers slip down and then the tip of one pushed against her throbbing clitoris. He stroked very lightly along her wet, pulsating cunt lips and it was all Joanne could do to keep her hips from lurching up into his hand. Jimmy felt her cunt with a feathery lightness and she felt her pussy burn with desire.
She wanted him to stick his finger into her cunt and thrust it in and out, to finger fuck her and make her come. But Joanne remained as still as she could, feeling the ripples of pleasure climbing up and down her spine as her son felt all about her steaming cunt.
"Put your finger in her," she heard Hank say, almost as if he understood what she was thinking. "Stick your finger in her cunt, Jimmy!"
"You think I should?" Jimmy whispered in a thick voice.
"Go on!" Hank urged excitedly. "See what it feels like in there! If you're too scared, I'll do it."
"I will," Jimmy replied in a hoarse voice. "I'm not scared."
Joanne was hardly breathing. She felt her son's finger brushing up and down the hot, slippery lips of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were so sensitive, she felt an orgasm rumbling about deep in the pit of her stomach. If she came, Joanne didn't know what she would do. Every time she came, she had a habit of screaming. The scream came from her involuntarily because when Joanne came, she came with a powerful intensity.
That scream was something else she had been ashamed of for years, until she adjusted to it. Usually, it was the only sound she made during the times she fucked her husband. But it had been bad enough. She had often wanted to scream out all those lewd, exciting words she thought of as his cock thrust into her boiling cunt, but she had never quite been able to do it.
She fought hard to keep her hips still when she felt her son begin to slowly slip his finger between the lips of her cunt. She could clearly feel it when his first knuckle passed the rings of her tight pussy. Then his finger was deep inside her cunt, his knuckles pressing against her clitoris.
Slowly he moved his finger in and out and Joanne's stomach rippled because of the orgasm that was threatening to explode inside her. If she came, she was lost. Because if she came, she would scream, and then Jimmy and Hank would know she had been awake all the time. If that happened, she would be so ashamed of herself she would not be able to look at them ever again.
But his finger moved deeper into her cunt, pushing and pulling past her sensitive, wet cunt lips, finger fucking her in that agonizingly slow way that tormented her. She wanted his finger to thrust into her steamy cunt fast and hard, hard enough to bruise those tender cunt lips.
"What's it like?" she heard Hank ask in a low whisper. "What's her cunt like in there, Jimmy?"
"Hot!" Jimmy grunted. "It's hot as the fires of hell! And so wet! Mom's cunt is hot and wet!"
Then, abruptly, his finger was gone.
Joanne, her mind reeling from the perverse pleasure she had been feeling, wondered what had happened. She had been totally unaware that her hips had jerked as Jimmy slowly fingerfucked her and that the movement had frightened the boys. She heard them racing from the room and after peeking under her arm to make sure she was alone, she pulled the robe over her nakedness and sat up.
Her face was flaming with shame and she gasped, doubling over as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. The scream started and she shoved her fist into her mouth. The sound came out in a gurling "Oooooo!"
She sat there on the couch for a long time, the robe pulled tightly about her naked body. She was trying to understand what she had felt, other than the shame. Joanne had never considered fucking either of her two sons. They were still far too young to be interested in girls-or at least that was how she thought of them. Besides, she was their mother and mothers did not go around fucking their son-or did they?
She spent the remainder of the afternoon in turmoil.
By evening, she was so nervous and jumpy she went to bed much earlier than usual, telling her boys to turn off the television at ten and go to bed.
She had a hard time looking at them, let alone speaking to them. They showed no signs of interest in her or what they had done with her that afternoon. For that, she was glad. If one of them had said something, no matter how innocent, she would not have been able to remain in the same room with them because of her embarrassment. And if one of them had even looked as if they were trying to peek beneath her skirt, she would have died of shame instantly.
As she finished her nightly bath, she was a troubled woman.