Chapter 11
Joyce fingered her pulsating clit lewdly, and a shiver raced through her. Two fingers of her left hand slid up and down her-gaping gash, then she spread her hair-lined lips wide apart and probed teasingly into the softly clasping flesh of her cunthole, sending new and stronger waves of obscene pleasure darting over her fervent, quivering body.
"Oh, damn, look at those fingers," Danny whispered. Her cunt looks so juicy and slick, and I'll bet it's as hot as an oven. Watching her really turns me on."
Rising lust invaded Joyce's mind, blotting out all conscious thought as she wormed two fingers into her tight little hot snatch. Moaning deeply, she burrowed the digits to the last knuckle and the finger in the top of her slit flogged her love stud swiftly. Prurient yearning engulfed her, her belly quivered and her hips lifted again, swinging and swaying. She writhed wantonly, undulating her body and fucking her fingers in and out of her tightly grasping hole of pleasure with smooth strokes.
Danny could see the lips of his mother's cunt clinging to her fingers, and wished it was his cock, or even his fingers in her.
Her eyes clenched shut, her mouth hanging open, moaning out loud with seething desire, Joyce finger-fucked herself in earnest. Licentious craving engulfed her and grunts of impassioned bliss burst from her mouth as she fucked her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and vigorously flogged her agitated joy buzzer. The effect was maddening, and she thrashed all over the lounge.
Danny turned his cock loose before he went too far and put his hands on the window frame and leaned forward until his nose was nearly touching the glass, subconsciously thinking that would put him closer to his mother so he could see better.
A deep carnal flush permeated Joyce's voluptuous body. For some inexplicable reason, pleasuring herself had never felt so good. Usually, she had to strain for her climax, but not this time. It was coming on so easily, so readily, and she groaned lustily and plunged her fingers more rapidly up her vibrating cunt, gouging the inner walls fiercely, bringing forth a greater flow of slick pussy oil.
She intensified the rhythm of her fingers fucking in and out of her hole and her head rolled urgently from side to side, whipping her long brown hair back and forth across her face, and her large tits danced all over her chest as her body heaved and jerked.
Danny's hands itched to feel his mother's big tits in them. He could imagine himself between her gorgeous legs, pawing her tits and fucking her strenuously, rocking her body as he thrust into her. deep and hard and rapidly, shoving her head right off the end of the lounge with his furious barrage of plundering strokes.
Obscene passion roared through every fiber of Joyce's being, and unbidden, her mind called up a vision of Danny, of his hands all over her cunt, lifting her to the land of enchantment. Her body thrashed savagely and her loins jerked wildly as she plunged her fingers deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her snatch. Her narrow channel effortlessly accepted the two fingers probing her hungry depths, and the frenzied stroking of her other fingers over her throbbing love spike helped drive her nearly out of her mind. She got hotter and wetter every time she thrust her fingers into her hole, and sap seeped from her sopping cunt and trickled down the crack of her ass.
Whatever else he did in this life. Danny knew that he had to somehow climb into his mother's saddle, shove his prick up her tight little cunt and fuck her out of her mind. He didn't know how he was going to maneuver her into his bed, get her drunk or something, but he was going to do it, come hell or high water.
Suddenly, Joyce's entire body became as stiff as a board and shuddered from head to toe and a long series of grunts and groans and whimpers bubbled from her mouth. Her fingers plunged in and out of her burning twat and danced over her clit in a staccato rhythm, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud and announcing the arrival of her orgasm to the entire neighborhood. An image of her son flashed into her mind again. He was climbing between her thrashing legs and preparing to mount her. Only now a third person was present. Reta was holding the lips of her cunt open and guiding Danny's big hard cock to her soppy cunthole. In her fantasy, Reta watched his prick slide into her cunt, then patted him on the ass, smiled, and urged him to give his mother a glorious fucking. She couldn't believe she was capable of such kinky thoughts.
Her snatch sucked wantonly on her fingers, the fingers she imagined were her son's dick, and she could feel the rising tide of orgasm beginning deep in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contractions wracked her naked body as she reached hungrily for her release, and spasms of delirious delight replaced her longing for a real cock with the salacious promise building in her pussy.
Totally immersed in the delirium of self-inflicted passion, she drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling twat, then jammed them back in as she stroked her lust-laden clit furiously. New, more wanton thrills shot from her trembling loins and swept through every cell in her gyrating body, and she sobbed and moaned with profound pleading as the release she needed so desperately hovered just out of her reach.
"Oh. fuck, this is too much," Danny said out loud, remembering too late that the window was open and his voice would carry to his mother.
Engrossed in her own struggle for release, Joyce didn't hear him. Moaning even louder, she jammed her two fingers savagely into her tremulous little cunthole, and her big tits vibrated from the insane tossing of her lust-wracked torso as she finger-fucked herself harder, jerking from the wild spasms of sexual delight flowing from her loins.
At long last, her orgasm began, a distant rumbling deep inside her cunt that made its way swiftly to the surface and burst forth in a breathtaking wave of emotion that roared through every inch of her thrashing, naked body.
The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking fingers, her breath rasped from her throat in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightning bolts of her climax jolted relentlessly through her, her mind whirling into the vortex of passion as she surrendered completely to her orgasm.
When she fell back on the lounge, her body limp and spent, less violent spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments. She panted and heaved and finally caught her breath and lay very still, her hands between her legs, one finger resting lightly on her clit and two fingers still in her pussy. Danny stripped quickly, got a towel from the linen closet and went outside, striding purposefully toward his mother. He tossed the towel on the chaise at her feet and she opened her eyes, but he had the distinct impression that she didn't know who he was.
"Good morning," he said cheerfully, then turned and took two steps to the side of the pool and dived in.
Suddenly, Joyce's eyes opened very wide as she realized that her son was in the pool, naked, and she was lying there, just as naked, with both hands between her legs. Oh, God, I wonder if he saw me! She shrugged mentally. Well, what's done is done. She sat up, pulled the back of the lounge up, then picked up the towel and spread it over the front of her body. I don't know why I bother. He's already seen me naked, but there's no sense in rubbing his nose in it. She realized that she'd made a pun, and chuckled softly. She didn't know why, but she didn't feel the least bit of shame.
The water was chilly, and by the time Danny completed his ten laps, his erection was gone. He climbed out without using the steps and sauntered to the lounge, conscious of his cock swinging gently with his steps. He took the towel off his mother's body and wiped his face, then dropped the towel back on the end of the lounge.
"I'm going to have breakfast," he said. "Want to join me?"
She gazed openly at his cock. It was as big as Reta said, longer and thicker than his father's, with a more prominent head. She was glad she didn't have him circumcised. His cock looked much more provocative with part of that big knob sticking out of the foreskin.
"I ate earlier," she replied.
"What did you have?"
"Orange juice, toast, cereal and coffee," she said.
"Is that enough?"
"I have to watch my figure," she replied, suddenly conscious again that she was naked and he could see exactly what her figure looked like.
He made no effort to hide his interest in her naked body. "Your figure is worth watching," he said.
"You keep your cupboard and freezer well-stocked. Is that because you never know when one of your women friends is going to stay all night?"
"I hate to shop, so I make a list and buy a lot at one time. What do you know about my women friends?"
"I heard voices in the living room last night. I thought it might be burglars and you'd throw me out if I didn't do something, so I got up to check."
"I'm sorry we woke you," he said. "We tried to be quiet."
"I wasn't sleeping very soundly. Where is she, didn't she stay all night? She didn't have to leave just because I'm here."
"Her old man gets bent out of shape if she stays out all night, unless she's out of town on a shoot."
"Her old man? Is she married? Not that it's any of my business, I was just wondering. I wouldn't want to get caught in the crossfire if some jealous husband came looking for you with a shotgun."
"You could always call 911," he chuckled. "Not that I expect it to happen. She just lives with this guy, a real loser who can't hold a job.
Old man means a steady guy or somebody a woman is living with."
"Sometimes, I think each generation speaks a different language."
"We have our own jargon, but some language is universally understood."
His gaze made her nipples tingle, and she knew they were hard. "Yeah, and I can imagine what that language is," she laughed.
"I've got to do some work in the darkroom, then I'll be available for whatever you want to do this afternoon. Don't lie out here too long. The sun is more intense at this altitude, and you'll burn pretty quick."
She watched him walk away and thought, He's got a nice tight little ass. Bet the women just love to get their hands all over it.
She waited a few minutes, then went inside and dressed, wondering what she was going to do now. She saw the way he looked at her naked body-pretty much the same way she looked at his-and knew that a threshold of some sort had been crossed.