Chapter 5
"You're sure going out with Jack a lot, klom," Frank complained after eating an early |#iinrr "What do you mean, a lot?" his mother Lsked. "This is only my second date with him.,, Frank had been pouting since she had Iptceived Jack's call. She knew her son was [jealous. Maybe only a little, but jealous just the true.
Sandra leaned against his shoulder, mussing Ms hair playfully. She pressed her cunt at his ifcoulder teasingly, rubbing back and forth.
Already dressed for her date, Frank ran his fend up the back of his mother's legs, feeling the smooth flesh through her panty hose. Ha clutched a cheek of her ass tightly.
"Why are you wearing panty hose, Mom?" he asked. His hand moved between her thighs J and his fingers felt soft hair. "You cut thej crotch out of them."
Sandra laughed down at him, lifting the froi of her skirt. Frank gazed at her crotch. She hi cut it out, and her cunt was fully exposed.
'Nice, huh?" she purred, spreading her legs.| "Do you think it's exciting, baby?"
Frank cupped his mother's cunt eagerly, | rubbing his palm back and forth. The heat his mother's cunt burned his hand, and he pussy was already moist. He slipped a tinge into his mother's pussy, shoving deep. Sane moaned with pleasure, humping her hit forward.
"You're already wet and hot, Mom," he saieLj "And I guess it's because you want his cockj not mine."
Sandra pulled from his hand, slipping to he knees. She gazed into her son's eyes as she reste her hand on top of his pants. His cock was hi hard, and she rubbed. "Frank, you know the isn't so. You know my cunt stays hot and wetj Please, honey, don't be so jealous."
"You dressed for him," Frank said. "You'rel all nice and pretty, just for him."
Sandra looked at the clock on the kitche She had fifteen minutes before Jack was to pick her up. She felt her son's cock swell to hardness beneath her hand. She pressed linst his prick, bringing a groan from him. ik shoved a hand down her blouse, cupping naked tit. He squeezed with his fingers. •'I've got time to blow you," Sandra jpered, fumbling with the buttons of his fly. '11 give you a nice blow job, honey." She pulled his cock free. She pumped her fist and down for a moment or so, thrilled to ft her son's cock throb so hotly in her hand, [e smiled at his mother, his eyes glittering, shoved his ass forward on the chair. Sandra liled back, running her thumb across his piss It was slippery with the seeping fuck juices. "Mmmm, your cock is always so nice and hard for me," she whispered throatily. "I love Id feel it dripping, Frank. I love to taste the *ips."
"Kiss my cock, Mom," he suggested. "Kiss my cock right on the piss hole."
"Honey, I'd kiss your beautiful cock any lace you wanted me to kiss," Sandra mewled, squeezing her fist tightly and pressing down, paking the cockhead bulge. "And I don't just mean here, in the house. I'd kiss your lovely cock on the porch, if you wanted that."
"Right now I just want it kissed, on my piss Lole,.Mom."
"Here?" she teased, rubbing his piss h with a fingertip. "Here, where it's nice wet?"
"Yes!" he groaned.
Sandra lowered her face to her son's lap. She ran her tongue over her hps, feeling anticipa-| tion inside her body. She slipped the tip of he tongue from her lips and flicked it against his I piss hole, licking away the bubbling fuck juices Pressing her hot lips upon the head of his cock she sucked at his piss hole, her tongue flicking Frank rested his hand on top of his mother'd head, urging her to suck. Sandra let her lips slide| past the swollen head of his prick, her tong swirling eagerly. She moaned deep in her throaj as she teased him by sucking at his prickhea^ only, refusing to take the rest of his cock inta her mouth. Her hips swayed as her cu steamed, the hairy pussylips twitching. ShJ closed her eyes with pleasure, her lips stretchj ing around her son's cock. More fuck juk bubbled from his piss hole, which she eager licked away and swallowed thirstily.
"Suck it all, Mom!" Frank groaned. "CoroJ on, Mom! Take all my cock in your mouth!
"Mmmmm," Sandra purred, sliding her lir | downward, very slowly letting her mouth fi with the throbbing hot hardness. Sliding a hand underneath his ass, she cupped one ass cheekj squeezing with her fingers. Her tongue press at the underside of her son's cock.
Frank felt as if his mother had swallowed his cock into her throat. It was very hot and wet in her mouth. He pressed at the back of her lead, urging her to swallow as much as she could. Sandra could easily swallow her son's cock, even take the rounded head into her tfiroat, her hps stretched at the base. With her ^outh filled by her son's cock, she squeezed the cbeek of his ass, her other hand searching about between his thighs until she held his concealed balls.
Sucking upward, mewling throatily, Sandra pulled her hps to the head of his cock again. She swirled her tongue about the smooth head, then sucked upward. She turned her smoldering eyes to her son, then glanced at the clock ¦gain.
"Fuck my mouth, baby," she said hoarsely. "Fuck mother in her hot, cocksucking mouth!"
"I will!" Frank groaned, hunching his hips ¦pward.
He fucked his cock in and out of his mother's Bouth as she held her head for him. Clinging id his balls, Sandra felt the burning hardness of her son's cock sliding in and out of her hot ips. She was always thrilled to feel the wet friction of a cock fucking into her mouth.
"Mouth fuck!" Frank grunted, plunging into i^s mother's mouth faster and faster. "I'm gonna fuck you. in. the mouth, Mom, and come in your cocksucking mouth and in your tight throat!"
Frank began breathing harshly, humping his cock up and down, feeling how tight and hot his mother's lips were. With each upward lunge, her head lifted from the force, but her lips clung to his cock, never letting the head slip out.
"I'm getting close, Mom!" Frank yelped.
"Mmmmm!" Sandra moaned.
She felt her son's cock throb with impending discharge, and her tongue lapped swiftly as he kept fucking up and down, driving his cock deep. Her cunt was very wet, and she felt the fuck juices smearing her inner thighs, soaking her panty hose. She didn't give a shit; it felt too good.
"Get ready!" Frank shouted.
The thick gush of creamy come juice struck the back of her throat. Sandra wailed in d muffled, wet way as her cunt began goin through a series of convulsions. The cream wetness of her son's come juice squirted into her mouth, and Frank fucked faster and faster as he came. Sandra swallowed as swiftly as she could, still getting her tongue coated by that beautiful and ever-so-creamy come juice. Th taste, as it always did, sent her into ecstasy.
Oddly, it seemed to her that her son was coming more than ever before. The thick come juice gushed so copiously, she wondered if he would ever stop. She kept holding his balls, feeling them emptying into her hungry mouth. She clung to his tight ass cheek with her other hand, and began to make soft, wet whimpering sounds as she swallowed.
When she began to think her son's cock would never stop spurting, she took a final splash on her tongue, and then it ended.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and took his prick in her hand again, grinning up at his pleased face. Her hps glistened with wetness, and her eyes shined brightly. Caressing his cock gently, she felt his prick soften.
"Was that good for you?" she whispered. "I know it was good for me."
"You always give me fantastic blow jobs, Mom," he said, his chest heaving up and down.
"Still feel jealous?"
For a moment Frank didn't answer, then he shook his head. "You're my mom, not my fucking wife. I don't have any reason to be jealous."
"That's my boy," she said.
She started to stand up, but Frank said: "Take my cock in your mouth again."
Sandra glanced at the clock. Jack would be ringing the bell any moment now.
"But I don't have time, honey," she pointed out. "Listen, when I get home, I'll suck you off until you think your balls are gone, okay?"
"Now, Mom," Frank insisted. "Just for a minute, that's all."
"Well, okay," Sandra replied, hstening for the door bell.
She closed her mouth about her son's now-soft cock, her tongue working it around. She felt her son put his hand on the back of her head again.
Frank pissed.
"Oommphhh!" Sandra grunted in surprise.
She tried to lift her mouth, but Frank pressed hard, her face kept there, his cock in her mouth. Sandra's eyes widened as he pissed into her mouth. She felt piss flow across her tongue, then drip from her mouth. For just a moment, a very brief moment, she felt anger, then that feeling was gone. The taste of her son's piss seemed nice. It was hot, sweet, and her mouth was being flooded with pee. Before she began to swallow his piss, it ran from her mouth until his pants were soaked.
With a wet gurgle, Sandra found herself tightening her lips about the head of his cock, trying to keep the piss in her mouth. She swallowed as the stream came from his cock in spurts. She heard her son giggling above her head. When Frank turned her head loose, Sandra didn't jerk away, didn't yank her mouth off his cock. She leaned over him, letting her son piss into her mouth all he wanted. She was surprised to find her cunt contracting with a wild orgasm.
The more he pissed into her mouth, the more pee Sandra wanted. She found herself enjoying this, liking the sensation of having her son piss into her mouth-the taste, the sheer perversity of what he was doing. Her lips held his cock just behind its head, her tongue lapping on his piss hole.
She clung to his cock until he stopped piss-:-g. Only then did she remove her mouth. She ked up at her son, her eyes questioning, not owing if she should be pissed off or glad for hat he had done. She held his cock at the base, her lips and chin et with piss. She ran her tongue over her lips, en laughed.
"Damn you, baby," she said. "What ever ve you that idea?" "In the bathroom the other night," he ughed. "You're not mad, are you, Mom?" "Mad? Me? Frank, you know I can't be mad anything you do with me, to me. Besides, I rt of enjoyed it myself." "I bet you came."
"I bet I did, too, you little asshole," she ughed.
Frank began to piss again. She was holding ' cock at the base, and his pee squirted up in arc, then splashed on the floor. "Ohhh," Sandra mewled, watching the golden sream. She shot her tongue out, lapping into the stream, her eyes shining with a bright heat into his.
The sound of the doorbell made them both jump, and the stream of piss suddenly halted.
Sandra jumped up, searching her blouse to see if it was wet. She was dry. "You have a mess to clean up, Frank. I've got to go."
"He's gonna smell my piss on your mouth," Frank said.
"Oh, shit!" She started for the bathroom. "Answer the door for me, honey. Fve to wash up."
"Like this?" Frank asked, pointing to his soaked pants.
"Put a robe on," she suggested, and ran down the hallway.
Frank sat a moment, then rushed to his room for a robe.
"Hi, buddy," Jack greeted when Frank opened the door. "I don't think you know my daughter, Stacy. Stacy, this is Frank."
Frank gazed at the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was small, but about his age. She had beautiful blonde hair, drawn back in a wavy pony tail. Her huge blue eyes stared right back at him. She was wearing a dress, and Frank noticed the protrusions of her small tits against the front.
"Hi, Stacy," he said after a long look at the girl.
"Hello, Frank," she replied, her voice soft and somewhat shy.
Jack smiled. "Is your mother ready?"
"Uh . . . she'll be right out."
Sandra came down the hall. "Here I am, Jack. Oh, is that your daughter? You didn't tell me she was so lovely."
Jack introduced them. "Do you mind if she stays here with Frank? She didn't want to stay home alone."
Sandra saw the way her son stared at the pretty girl. "I don't think my son would mind at all." Sandra pulled the girl into the house, and, as Stacy moved to the couch, she leaned down to kiss her son's cheek, whispering into his ear: "You leave her alone, you hear me? I don't want any trouble."
Frank closed the door after they left, turning to face Stacy. She sat on the couch in a demure manner, her knees pressed together, hands folded in her lap. She was looking at Frank with shy, blue eyes, a smile playing about her pouting lips.
"You know they're gonna fuck, don't you?"
"What?" Frank asked.
"I said, stupid," Stacy said, "my father is gonna fuck your mother."
"How do you know?"
"I know my father," Stacy replied.
"Yeah, well I know my mom," Frank came back. "If she don't wanna fuck, she won't fuck."
"She wants to, right?" Now Stacy grinned, a wicked little grin.
Frank nodded his head. They looked at each other a long minute.
"Do you jerk off?" the girl asked.
"Do you play with yourself?" Frank countered.
"I won't tell unless you tell me first."
Frank swallowed. "I used to."
"You don't anymore?" Stacy asked, still sitting demurely with hands folded in her lap. "I like to do it, I like the way it feels."
"How?"
"With my fingers, silly!" Stacy said. "How else can a girl jerk off?"
Frank felt stupid. He knew exactly how girls did it. He had watched his mother enough times. "You stick your fingers up your twat and do it, right?"
"Of course," Stacy giggled. "Wanna watch me do it?"
"That's kid stuff," Frank replied.
"It is not!" Stacy came back, a flash of anger in her blue eyes. "My dady does it, and he's not a kid."
"How do you know your daddy jerks off?" "Because I've . . ."A slow blush came over her lovely face. "I've seen him do it."
"How? You go around peeking at people?"
"You're mean," Stacy said. "I don't think I wanna do it in front of you after all. I should have stayed home by myself."
"Sure," Frank said. "And fingerfuck all alone, right?"
"Will you jerk off, too?" Stacy asked, her eyes brightening. "I mean, I'll watch you and you watch me."
"Don't you fuck?"
"Sure," Stacy said, arching her shoulders back to make her small tits strain forward. "I fuck all the time."
"Shit," Frank grinned, removing his robe. "I bet you ain't ever had a hard cock in your cunt."
"I have, too!" Stacy insisted. "Then why waste your cunt by fingerfuck-ing?"
"Because . . .it's none of your fucking business!"
Frank dropped his robe to the floor, then began to open his pants. Stacy's blue eyes watched his fingers. She said nothing about how wet his pants were. Her eyes grew with hotness as his pants opened. She made a soft little gasp when he pulled his cock from the open fly. Frank closed his fist around his cock and slowly pumped back and forth.
"You have a real nice one," Stacy said in a low voice, her eyes straining on the head of his cock. "That's a real nice one, Frank."
"You have a cunt?" he asked.
"All girls have a cunt, silly."
"Show me."
Stacy pulled her dress up her slim thighs, opening her knees, her eyes remaining fixed upon his cock. Frank saw the crotch of her panties, and they certainly weren't what he had expected. They were frilly, with a lot of lace, not the simple cotton type he would have expected for a young girl like her. Stacy, drawing her dress to her waist, scooted her little ass to the edge of the cushions, legs spread wide. Still gazing at his cock, she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side.
Her cunt was lovely, with pouting and quite-hairless lips. It was a fine slit running between her thighs. He saw the tip of her tiny clit peeking from the folds. His cock swelled inside his fist, turning hard.
Stacy moved a hand up her inner thigh, and stroked the tip of a finger up and down the slit of her pussy, her eyes straining on Frank's cock. She slipped her middle finger into her cunt, pushing it slowly. Then, as Frank stood, leaning aginst the door, his cock throbbing in his fist, Stacy began to twist her small hips and fuck her finger in and out.