Chapter 16
Danny had gone downtown to deliver some photos, and Joyce wandered into his bedroom, hoping to catch a little of the wonderful joy she had experienced there. Without thinking about what she was doing, she undressed slowly, climbed into his bed and stretched out on her back and stared into the overhead mirror.
She pulled her heels toward her ass and let her knees fall apart and caressed the inside of her thighs. Her hands wandered down to her crotch, and, before she knew it, she was jacking off, using her fingers the way Danny did, watching herself in the mirror.
"That is the most erotic posture in the world," Danny said.
She lifted her head and grinned at him. "Hi, baby, do you like what I'm doing?"
"Oh, yeah, but probably not as much as you do," he laughed.
He stood at the foot of the bed and undressed, and she moved her hands slowly and let him look at her lush garden of bliss.
"Spread your legs wider," he said.
She let her knees fall to the sides until they almost touched the bed, actually heard the lips of her cunt separate and felt juice gush full force into her hole.
"Show me some pink," he said.
No one had ever asked her to display herself this way, and she felt absolutely wanton and depraved as she used just the tips of all ten fingers to slowly pull the lips of her cunt as far apart as they would go. "I've heard that expression before," she said, "but until now, I didn't know what it meant."
"Hold them open and rub your clit."
She moved her left hand and held the lips open with her thumb and index finger and rubbed her clit with the middle finger of her right hand. She glanced in the overhead mirror, at herself lying so wide open playing with her pussy and at him standing naked at the foot of the bed slowly pulling his dick, and her passion blossomed.
"Does it feel good?"
"Terrific," she breathed, "I'm just about ready to pop."
"Go ahead, I like to watch you cum."
"I do things with you that I've never done with anyone," she murmured. "It's lovely," he said.
"What," she giggled softly, "my pussy, or my bawdy show?"
"Both," he laughed.
"When I'm in town, you get first crack at it."
"You're full of it," he chuckled. "You like for me to look at your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered, suddenly getting serious, "God help me for being so lewd, but I love it. You're corrupting me something awful."
"No, I'm merely giving you the leeway to be yourself."
Jacking off for him pushed her lustiness to the limits, and she pressed her clit so tightly between her fingers that it popped out of its hood and waved at him as she wiggled her hand rapidly. She arched her back, screamed, and a stream of clear juice squirted from her cunt.
"You're so beautiful when you cum," he said when her ardor waned. "I've known only two other women who squirt when they cum."
"Did I squirt?" She lifted her wet hand and looked at it. "God, I guess I did. Another first for me. I hope I didn't stain the sheet."
"Don't worry about it. If it doesn't come out in the laundry, I'll hang it on the wall as a reminder of what a hot babe you are."
He leaned over with his feet on the floor, slid his hands under her shapely ass and licked her asshole, then dragged his tongue up the full length of her cleft and into her dense bush at the top.
"Ummm," she moaned, "that felt good."
He licked her love button furiously, and her sex gun fired, reloaded and fired again. He stretched up a little further, licked her nipples, brushed her lips lightly with tip of his tongue, caressing them, then covered her mouth with his and his tongue inched slowly into her mouth.
The unusual kiss excited her, and she sucked his tongue tenderly. He thrust his tongue in and out, simulating a cock fucking a pussy, and she held her lips together just enough to press against his tongue as her passions rapidly built.
He broke the kiss and whispered, "Having a horny little vixen for a mother is pretty damn sensational." He caressed her naked ass and her wet, greasy pussy slit, keeping it wet and open.
"Why do you like to watch me jack off?"
"I like to watch a woman do anything to herself," he replied. "I like to look at women, especially if they're naked. Women, like roses and fine wine, were put on earth for men to enjoy."
"You're a chauvinist pig," she giggled. "Yep, I am."
He parted her cunt lips with his fingers and licked her slit with a broad tongue, then gave her whole crotch a diligent tongue bath. Her clitoris stood stiffly erect, and his tongue passed over the quivering love stud each time it reached the top of her slit, and each time his tongue came into contact with the large button, her body jerked and her hips undulated and wiggled from side to side.
"God, I love it when you lick me that way," she moaned.
Juice flowed from her hole in a steady stream, running down the crack of her ass and soaking the sheet. She stared at herself in the overhead mirror as she kneaded her tits and pinched her nipples. Her milk buds stood up hard and pointy, as large as the end of her little finger, and she was well on her way toward another delicious orgasm.
Then his mouth left her cunt.
"Oh, no, don't stop," she wailed.
He ignored her plea, got on his knees and stuck the head of his prick in her slit and rubbed it up and down her crack. When she was close to cumming again, he straddled her body and rubbed her stiff nipples with the head of his cock, then laid it between the big mounds, pressed them together, and fucked them.
She looked up at him through lust-glazed eyes. "You're mean," she muttered.
She didn't mean it. She utterly enjoyed everything he was doing, and her heart, and pussy, overflowed with joy.
He chuckled mischievously. "How badly do you want to cum?"
"So much that I'm about to go crazy," she whimpered. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Hmmmmm," he responded noncommittally.
The idea was tempting, but not yet. He wanted her ready to climb the walls before he got her off. He lay down on his stomach between her legs and glued his mouth to her cunt and his tongue began an erotic snake dance on her rigid clit.
Her breath escaped in a great whoosh, her hips thrust, her legs shook and quivered, bliss contorted her lovely face, and her tits bounced and jiggled as she bucked and lurched and threw her cunt at his mouth. "Oh, fuck," she cried.
Her hands flew to his head and closed over his ears, and she tried to pull his entire face into her twat and loud, keening wails of pleasure poured from of her mouth. She came very hard, eased off just a second, then came again, deeper and harder. He licked her faster, and her body matched his new pace. Her orgasm built steadily, carrying her to unfamiliar heights, and she came so hard, she thought she was going to faint from unsurpassed joy.
Her ardor took a long time to subside, and he stayed at his post and licked her clit as she eased away from the sheer precipice of passion. She reached the bottom and lay still and limp, her heart filled with admiration for her wonderful son.
"Damn," she muttered, "take that rocket out of my ass and let me rest a minute."
"You like the way I lick pussy, huh?"
"Oh, God, what an understatement," she exclaimed. "No one has ever licked me that way."
He could see the signs of pure pleasure floating in her eyes as he kissed her full on the mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and made sure she got a good taste of her own pussy juice. "How did my tongue taste?"
"I don't know," she said, her voice as soft as a gently breeze on a warm summer evening, "a little odd, I guess."
He lay down by her and pulled her on top of him. "Your turn now, my tongue needs a rest."
She reached down and grasped his cock, and it felt like a bar of iron covered with slick velvet. She got on her knees and her nipples tickled the top of his thighs as she slurped up the head of his dick and drew the stiff column of pulsing flesh deep into her mouth. The tip touched the back of her throat and she sucked lustily, mixing quick, ravenous strokes of her tongue with her sucking.
He lay still, with his hands resting lightly on either side of her head. "You're better than the last time," he said softly.
She lifted her head and stroked his cock gently as she looked up at him. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Whatever you want, baby, you're running the show now."
Her grin was hot and lewd as she held onto his stiff stem as she got to her knees and straddled his hips. She hovered over the head of his dick, her wet slit scant inches from the tip. Her ass went lower, just enough to touch her hot cunt lips with the tip of his cock, and she watched in the mirror on the wall as she slowly rubbed the tip of his pecker back and forth through her sloppy slot.
"I love to fuck, darling," she whispered passionately. "I simply love to have a stiff cock in my mouth and cunt, and I didn't know how the depths of my passion until I let you fuck me."
"I knew it the moment you walked into my room the other morning," he said softly.
"Do you mean that I look like a round-heeled, cheap fuck?"
"No, I mean that I know when a woman likes to fuck. There's nothing cheap about you. On the contrary, you're a very classy lady."
She shivered with arousal as she rubbed the head of his prick through her cunt lips. "Maybe," she murmured, "but I'm still a horny little bitch."
She brought herself right to the brink of a glorious explosion, exactly as he did earlier with his talented tongue, then lowered her ass slowly and sighed with immense pleasure as his cock nosed between the drizzling lips of her snatch. His long, thick dong slid into her slick hole easily, inch by hard inch, and the acute pleasure made her gasp. She arched her back and suddenly let her ass drop, taking his prick all the way up to his balls. The tip hit the mouth of her womb, and she shuddered and gasped again.
"I can cum right now," she whispered euphor-ically.
He put his hands on top of her shoulders and pulled her forward. Her tits swung out and dangled over his face, and he licked her nipples and hunched his dick into her. "Why wait? Cum all you want, all you can. I like to watch you cum."
She chuckled and slid her cunt up and down the full length of his hard lance, her ass rising and falling with an unhurried, easy rhythm. She wiggled her chest and her thick tit buds grazed his lips, and he held one big mound with both hands and suckled tenderly.
"I like it when you suck my nipples," she whispered. She threw her crotch forward and grunted when the head of his cock hit the bottom of her sheath. "Your cock stretches my cunt so wide, baby. God, I love the way it feels."
He levered his hips up, thrusting into her slick sheath in counterpoint to her humping, and she stared at her reflection in the mirror and matched her pace to his. His prick was hard and strong inside her, filling her so full, and each thrust brought her got closer and closer to another climax.
She shoved her ass was all the way down and bucked hard, and her cunt muscles suddenly clamped tightly around his thick dick as she spasmed and jerked tumultuously. At the height of her orgasm, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and twisted it in tight circles as he rammed his prick into her cunt with all his might, and she hung on and rode the rocket of passion until it burned out.
She put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his face and grinned.
"You look like a well-fucked broad," he said with a big grin.
"I feel like a well-fucked broad, and I want to feel a lot more like a well-fucked broad." The expression pleased her. "Until you, I had never felt like a well-fucked broad, and I like the feeling.
"Well, well, this looks like an interesting little family get-together."
Joyce looked in the mirror at the naked young redhead leaning in the door, then whipped her head around and stared at her directly. "Who are you?"
"My name is Staci, and yours is Joyce, isn't it?"
"What do you mean," Joyce demanded, "this looks like an interesting little family get-together, and how do you know my name?"
"Your picture is all over the house, honey, and the one right there on the dresser is signed. Danny talks about you a lot, how wonderful you are, but I didn't know this was what he meant."
Joyce pierced her son with a laser stare and " said, "Damn you, Danny, you set this up! Why didn't you ask me first?"
"He didn't set anything up, honey," Staci said. "He never knows when I'll be in town."
Joyce leaned over and hid her face in the crook of Danny's shoulder, forgetting that she was still sitting on his hard cock.