Chapter 2
Joanne knew what was troubling her. It was cock.
She needed cock and she needed it badly.
Her cunt steamed and boiled and twitched and quivered. It burned in such an itching way she wanted to claw at it with her fingers, stuff objects into it and fuck herself until she was literally sobbing with ecstatic sensations.
Despite her inappropriate feelings of shame when they fucked in the daylight, or her fear of having her husband watch her when she sucked on his lovely cock, Joanne had thoroughly enjoyed her sex life before he passed away. She had been working on her abnormal inhibitions and in that last week with him she had managed to whisper the word "fuck" when he was thrusting into her.
But now she was miserable.
It had been a long time since she had felt the ecstasy of a thick, hard cock slipping into her hot, wet cunt. It had been a long period of sleeping alone and of trying to overcome her shame of using those words. Joanne knew she would remarry one day, and she was determined not to allow her stupid inhibitions to cause a lack of pleasure with a new husband. So, in the darkness of her bedroom, she would whisper aloud: "Fuck ... cock ... cunt ... pussy ... prick ... twat ... snatch ... ass-hole." The words would excite her and she would come just by squeezing her thighs together.
But it was cock she wanted.
Hard, throbbing, dripping cock.
She wanted a cock in her cunt and she wanted a cock in her mouth. Cocksucking had been one of her greatest pleasures, even if it had to be done in darkness most of the time. She loved the powerful throb of her husband's cock sliding between her lips, brushing over her hungry tongue and probing the back of her throat. When he had come off, she had greedily sucked and swallowed his come juice until there was no more left. The taste of come juice was sweet as it splashed upon her tongue and ran hotly down her throat.
Her husband had told her time and again that she had the hottest ass ever. The only bad thing about it was her shyness. In the dark, she was a tigress with him and would fuck him until he could hardly walk. She loved it when he talked to her about how hot she was, using all those delicious, exciting words that she couldn't bring herself to say.
Joanne was a hot woman, a very hot woman. In fact, she boiled, and thought about fucking and cocksucking almost constantly. There was nothing in this world, she thought, that felt better than a hard cock plunging into her steamy cunt or fucking her between her greedy lips.
Joanne had gone to her husband sweetly innocent-in body, if not in mind. Even before she experienced the joy of being fucked, she had known it would be the closest thing to heaven on this earth. As a small girl she had had an intense interest in fucking. So, when she married, her husband had gotten one hell of a surprise-one hell of a pleasant surprise. Despite her shyness, she did it all with him. Her only stipulation was that it had to be in darkness.
And now, she had nothing.
She was still an extremely attractive woman and could probably have attracted any man she desired. She might have done so, too, except that she was too shy to let any men know she was available. If she met a man, it would have to be him who made the first move. But even that was out since she never went anywhere to meet men. She just stayed home, taking care of the house and raising her two boys.
But she lived in frustration, tormented by her shyness. And what happened early in the day had done nothing to cool her frustration.
It was almost midnight and Joanne was still awake. She tossed and turned, visualizing cocks. Finding she was thirsty, she got out of bed and, with her robe on, went down the hall toward the kitchen for a glass of water. As was her habit when she woke up at night, she stopped and looked in at her two sleeping sons.
And she got a good look at her oldest son's cock.
It had been accidental, but that made no difference. She had seen Jimmy's cock and that was all there was to it. The boys slept on bunk beds and Jimmy was in the top one. She had shut off the air-conditioner for the night and he had kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed. She had already noticed that Hank held his sheet up around his chin.
Joanne had entered the room to pull the sheet up over Jimmy. The light of a full moon streamed in through the open window and cast a silvery glow over his body. She saw his cock immediately. It was standing up very hard, the head sweetly swollen.
Instead of covering him, she stood there and gazed down at his cock, remembering how he had shoved his finger up into her cunt. She felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his prick. Somehow, she fought off the impulse, but she could not turn and go back to her room right away.
She could see Jimmy's cock clearly, every single detail of it. He was still so very young, but she was fascinated by his cock. It was a good four inches long, showing promise of being thick as he grew older, the way his father's cock had been. He was getting a nice patch of hair, she noticed, at the base, but his balls were still hairless.
The palm of her right hand itched to touch his cock, to hold it and stroke it, just for a moment. Her hand actually lifted and her arm went out. She saw his cock jerk slightly, almost as if it were begging her hand to caress and play with it.
Instead, she rested her hand on the edge of the bed. Her eyes smoldered as she gazed at his prick. She could see the beads of moisture seeping from his piss hole. As she looked at Jimmy's cock, her cunt began to throb again, her clitoris swelled up in a painful heat and her nipples strained against her robe.
Then, disgusted with herself, she turned and left the room without drawing the sheet up over him. Back in her own bed, Joanne forgot all about her thirst but held the image of Jimmy's cock in her mind. Her ass twisted and tossed about as she squeezed at her swollen tits, plucking the sensitive nipples.
She needed a cock so very much!
Jimmy's cock was beautiful, she thought. It was so strong and so very young. She wondered what it would feel like sliding between the tight heat of her cunt lips. She wondered if Jimmy would like to fuck her with his cock and not his finger, as he had done while she pretended sleep. She had a vague recollection of a story she had heard many, many years ago of a father fucking his daughter. She didn't know if it had been true or not, but the story had excited her then and it was exciting her now.
Both her sons were at the age when boys began to think about girls and what they had inside their lacy little panties.
Jimmy's cock...
Her son's cock ... going into her cunt...
Joanne could almost feel it as she lay there. Opening her thighs wide, she pulled up on her thick cunt hair, making a shiver of pleasure flow through her body. She tried to imagine her son's strong, teenaged cock plunging into her boiling cunt and her hips writhed and twisted about as if she were being fucked.
The desire to see Jimmy's cock again came over her so strongly it was irresistible. Swinging her feet from the bed, she stood up, finding her legs shaking. They felt weak and her heart was pounding as she pulled her robe bck over her shoulders.
As she walked quietly down the hallway, she was thinking that if she had pulled the sheets up over his lovely cock, she would just have to pull it down again. The desire to see his cock again was overpowering. She was determined to look at it, no matter what. After all, she thought with a flush on her pretty cheeks, he had seen her cunt, hadn't he? Fair was fair.
But when she peeked into the boy's room, Jimmy still lie uncovered. He was naked, of course, and she gasped softly in pleasure as she looked at his cock standing up so hard. The moon still threw its soft light into the room and she could see his cock and balls nicely. Slipping into the room with silent steps, she stopped at the side of the bunk beds, trembling as she stared.
The top bunk was on a level with her tits, and she leaned against it, smashing her arching, tingling nipples against the rail. Her hands dug into the side of the mattress as her cunt began to bubble in that delicious way.
Again, the urge to, to touch his cock came over her. She thought of how his finger had moved into her pussy and again considered it only fair that she touched his prick. She glanced at his face, seeing how young and innocent he looked in his sleep, his chest rising and falling evenly.
Turning her eyes back to his cock, she gazed in longing for some time. He had one leg thrown out and the other was bent at the knee. His hairless balls hung between them and his cock seemed to pulsate gently in its sweet hardness. The head was very swollen and very smooth and a bead of moisture clung to the flare of his piss hole.
Holding her breath, Joanne moved her right hand. The urge to touch her son's cock was too strong to resist. She let her hand hover above his hard-on for a moment, anticipating the feel of it. Then, very lightly, she moved the tip of one finger along the shaft of his cock. The taut flesh of his prick was hot and she felt it throb against her finger. She could not struggle with the urge to feel it anymore.
With a feather-light touch, she wrapped her eager fist around her son's cock and held it. Hank moaned softly in his sleep, and Joanne froze.
A heat burned over her face, the heat of her shyness and of burning shame at what she was doing. Yet she was unable to stop herself. Jimmy remained sound asleep.
Being very careful, Joanne stroked Jimmy's cock. She wanted to squeeze it, but was afraid the pressure would wake him up. Her cunt was twitching insanely between her thighs and she rocked her ass in a swaying motion. Her eyes were bright with desire as she gazed at his cock in her fist. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his cock, feeling it burn at her palm. She moved her thumb very lightly over the swollen head, brushing away the drip of his fluids, only to see another bead seep from his piss hole.
Unable to stop herself, her face burning with shy shame, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze. She mewled silently as her fist jacked up and down in slow motion, fighting the urge to beat his cock hard and fast. Her eyes were wide and very glassy, as she watched her hand move up and down his cock.
She wondered if she could perhaps jack him off and make his hard cock come and spurt that sweet, thick come juice without waking him up. She would love to see her son's cock spewing, she thought with a hot mind.
Her fist moved a little faster and Jimmy made no sound or movement. Once he sighed, but his body stayed in the same position. Joanne licked her lips with a burning excitement. She felt as if she would come simply by holding her son's cock. The insides of her thighs were already slippery from the oozing of her bubbling cunt.
Suddenly she pulled her hand away, flooded with shame.
But she did not leave the room. She remained leaning against the rail of the bunk, her tits smashing against it, her eyes unwilling to move from the sweetness of his hard-on. Her palm itched still and it felt as if his cock was still burning between her fingers.
Despite this feeling of shame and embarrassment, Joanne knew she had to touch his prick one last time. She told herself she would leave then, after one more feel of his beautiful cock.
Her hand moved and she gently ran a finger over his hairless balls. She watched as they seemed to draw up at the base of his cock. When she cupped his balls lightly in her palm, Joanne could not control the quick raging of her desire that flooded her mind and body.
She whimpered softly as her face moved toward her son's cock. Feeling ashamed of herself-a shame that was almost disgust, yet knowing she had to do it-Joanne kissed her son's cock. Her lips pressed lightly upon the smooth, swollen head and the moisture seeping from the piss hole smeared her lips.
Joanne's mind flared with wildness.
Before she could stop herself her tongue darted from her mouth and she licked at her son's swollen cock lightly, tasting the slippery juices. The sweetness of him drove her mind into flaming, erotic desire that she could no longer fight against. Her cunt burned as if someone had set a blow torch to it and her clitoris throbbed with need.
She felt a small wave of orgasms bursting between her thighs as her tongue swirled about Jimmy's piss hole. She licked away the juices and swallowed them, her throat burning as much as her cunt, desperate in desire.
Joanne moved the tip of her tongue along the throbbing shaft of her sleeping son's cock. Her hand held his balls up and she kissed them. A soft, very low, moan of pleasure bubbled from her and she glanced up at his face. He had not changed his position and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Why not? she thought. Why not have just one taste of his lovely cock? Just one taste of it, that's all. I'll just taste Jimmy's lovely cock once, very quickly, then go back to bed.
Joanne hovered her mouth over the swollen head of his cock. Then, holding her breath with hungry anticipation, she opened her lips. She lowered her mouth down slowly, taking the smooth head of her son's cock into her lips. With the heat of his prick between her lips, Joanne's mind exploded with erotic delight when she felt the deep throb of his cock.
She swirled her tongue lightly about the deliciously smooth head and before she could think of what she was doing, her lips slipped downward and she sucked more of his prick into her hot, wet mouth. She closed her eyes to the intensity of her pleasure as she filled her mouth with his cock, her lips burning with eager hunger.
I'll just suck his cock for a second, she told herself. I'll just suck it for a moment and let it make me feel so good, then I'll leave.
But Joanne did not leave.
The taste of her young son's cock between her burning lips sent her mind into reeling delight. She went farther down on his prick and let the few hairs at the base tickle her stretching lips and chin. Joanne felt the smooth head of his cock probe the back of her throat and her eyes rolled behind her closed lids as her blood boiled in her veins.
She held her son's cock deep inside her mouth for a long time and thrilled with the sweet hardness of it. As her lips held his cock at the base, she worked her cheeks and tongue, sucking up slowly, her lips tight. Her tongue moved over the smooth, sweet cock head and she tasted the seeping juices. The sheer sweetness of her son's cock seemed much more delicious than she remembered her husband's being. Her throat and mouth became very slippery as she began to bob her pretty face up and down, her lips gliding easily, but hungrily on his cock.
She thought she could feel Jimmy's cock swelling even more between her hot, greedy lips. It was throbbing more, that she knew. She loved the young power of it and her mouth moved up and down a bit faster. Gone was her resolve to have just one taste of his cock.
Joanne still held his hairless balls in her hand, but she was being very careful, hoping desperately that he would not suddenly wake up and catch her with his hard cock in her mouth. That would embarrass her terribly and she thought she would die with shame. Sucking on his cock as he slept was bad enough and feelings of shame filled her. But ashamed or not, Joanne could not make her self stop sucking his cock once she had started.
She was under the control of her frustrated hunger, unable to make herself stop. She wanted his cock desperately, despite the shame that burned on her beautiful face.
As her mouth moved up and down his cock, she could feel the flush on her face. But the ecstasy that was rumbling through her overcame even that. The shame was there, to be sure, but she could not stop sucking him. Jimmy's cock was simply too delicious between her hot, wet lips.
Soft moans escaped her tight lips and she had to struggle to keep silent. She had already forgotten her promise of just a little suck, just a slight taste of his cock. Feeling his prick inside her hot mouth had shoved all thought of that promise out of her mind. She was almost overcome with greedy desire and every nerve in her slender, curvy body screamed with absolute ecstasy.
Her tits, smashing against the top rail of the bunk beds, burned like never before. She had dropped her left hand down and pressed her fist tightly against her fiery cunt and painfully swollen clitoris.
She felt her son's balls become tight in her hand. His cock was throbbing and pulsating very strongly between her wet lips now. Joanne began to suck even faster, but she was still being careful, prepared to turn and run if Jimmy showed signs of waking up. She made herself another promise-I'll just suck on his cock a little longer, then stop.
Again she sucked his cock in deep, holding it between her inflamed lips and thrilled by the way it throbbed against her throat. Then she sucked up and down again, her mind soaring with the perverse delight she felt. Her fist, pressing upon her steaming cunt, began to move, smashing at her swollen clitoris. Her lips sucked up and down and she felt his cock become even harder.
Telling herself she would take one last suck, Joanne moved her lips down, then started up. Her lips were very tight, very hot, and sucked stronger this one last time. When she was halfway up her son's cock, she felt it jerk inside her mouth.
Joanne's eyes popped wide open.
Jimmy was coming!
His cock gushed thick come juice into her surprised mouth, splashing onto her tongue and along the insides of her cheeks. Joanne had been caught unaware and was totally surprised. For a moment she could not move as he filled her mouth with come juice. Jimmy's cock spewed again and again and she tasted the sweetness of his come juice, the delicious thickness of it.
Joanne had to swallow and her throat worked as he filled her mouth again. For a frightening moment, she could not move. Her lips clutched at her son's gushing cock tightly and her mind reeled with the thrill of having him come off into her mouth. The sheer sweetness of his come juice almost made her swoon with ecstasy.
She heard Jimmy moan.
The sound crackled through her numb mind. She opened her lips quickly, catching a spurt of come juice on her chin. Almost frightened out of her mind at being caught, she ducked beneath his bunk, reaching out to prevent herself from falling in her haste. She found herself with a handful of her younger son's cock. She froze, but Hank only murmured in sleep. She stood there, bent over in fear, too afraid to even take her hand off
Hank's cock. She listened to Jimmy shift positions, she was actually shaking with fear and shame.
After what seemed hours to Joanne, she finally felt she could move. She pulled her hand gently away from Hank's cock and, with a flaming face, realized that he, too, had a hard cock. It had become hard as she held it. She peered over the edge of the top bunk and saw that Jimmy had turned to face the wall. Being as quiet as she could, her heart thudding with shame and fear, she sneaked from the room and rushed to her bed. Flinging herself down upon it, she buried her face into the pillows, sobbing with the shame she felt.
The taste of Jimmy's come juice lingered in her mouth and she thought she could still feel his cock throbbing between her lips and the cock of her youngest son in her hand. As she thought about it, she remembered how she had felt Hank's cock become hard as she leaned over him, shaking with fright and shame.
Joanne had been on the brink of coming herself when Jimmy's cock had unexpectedly discharged into her mouth. But his moan had frightened her so badly it was as though the sensation had never been there.
She turned onto her back and stared up at the darkened ceiling, a flush of shame still burning her cheeks. She did not know what possessed her to do what she had done to her son, at least she tried to tell herself that. All she had wanted to do was look at his cock and touch if for just a moment.
Then taste it-but that was all.
Instead, she had sucked his cock off.
She had sucked her sleeping son's cock off and made him come into her mouth.
Joanne had given her sleeping son a blow job!
And she was ashamed of herself.
She was not a good mother. She was disgusting and she would not blame her sons if they never talked to her again. I don't deserve my boys, she thought. i
There were tears of shame in her eyes when she finally went to sleep.