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As she bobbed and darted her mouth onto his prick, she felt a wild, burning kind of orgasm about to shatter her bubbling pussy. Joan was aware that she made a noise when she came, often screaming her ecstasy. She tried to prevent her cunt from coming, sucking furiously on her son’s cock, wanting him to gush his come juice into her mouth before her own orgasm burst.
Ted rammed his cock hard into his mother’s mouth, and she felt his prick pulse. A sweet squirt of come juice splashed about her tongue, and Joan’s mind reeled in delight. She caught one more spurt of come juice, and her lungs were on fire. Unable to stay under water any longer, she pulled her come-filled mouth from his cock, and watched two gushing streams of come juice boil from his pisshole into the water before she shoved herself swiftly to the surface.
Swallowing her son’s come juice, she was just in time to see Fawn bucking her hips up and down, grinding her cunt into Ted’s face, yelling out her orgasmic ecstasy.
Joan began to whip her hand between her thighs, a finger darting in and out of her cunt, then up to smash her clitoris. She yelped as she made herself come, her eyes becoming dazed in her delight as she watched her son tonguefuck Fawn to that shattering climax.
“Ohhh, you’re good, Ted!” Fawn mewled when he pulled his smeared face from between her thighs. “I know men three times your age who can’t suck cunt as well as you do.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Joan said with a frown. “He’s never sucked my pussy.”
“Yet,” Fawn giggled.
“That’s what I mean, he hasn’t sucked my cunt — yet,” Joan laughed. “But that’s going to be corrected very soon.”
Ted stroked his hand between his mother’s thighs under the water, rubbing at her gently pulsating cunt with his palm, grinning at her.
“The quicker the better,” he replied.
“I learned one thing,” Joan said. “It’s damned hard to suck a cock under water.”
“I can imagine,” Fawn laughed, the sound low and throaty. “But I’m going to give that a try myself. It sounds like a lot of fun to me.”
“It is,” Ted giggled.
“Of course you’d think so,” Joan said, stroking his wet cheek. “It’s your cock getting sucked.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Did you enjoy the day, darling?” Joan asked Ted.
He was rubbing at his eyes, his young face sleepy. He nodded at his mother, smiling widely.
“Fawn is really something, isn’t she?” Joan said, feeling the need to talk. “I’ve never known anyone as ready to fuck as she is, man or woman.” She paused, then giggled. “Except you and me, that is.”
Ted sat at the end of the couch, his feet up on the cushions, facing his mother. Joan turned toward him, drawing her knees up and pulling her skirt over her thighs. Ted gazed at the crotch of her panties, seeing the bulge her cunt made inside the tight band. He was sitting in his shorts, showered and ready for bed. His hair was still damp, his eyes looking very sleepy.
Joan, however, was wide awake, still excited over what she and Ted had done at the pool with Fawn. It had been excitingly dangerous there in the open. Anyone could have come upon them. She laughed silently, thinking of the shock they would have had. Seeing three people, all naked, in the pool, sucking cunt and cock. It was an experience she wouldn’t mind repeating, she told herself. The very idea of being watched with her son’s cock either in her cunt or her mouth sent shivers of sweet pleasure through her flesh.
She and Ted still peeked on people with his telescopes at night, but nothing much changed. Fawn knew that Ted had been watching her for some time. “That’s the reason I’ve never closed my curtains,” she had laughed.
The tenant across the way, with his next-door neighbor, wasn’t much fun to watch since they seldom varied the things they did, usually fucking only with the woman on the bottom. The janitor who had been jacking off on the desk top wasn’t seen anymore. He had either quit his job or been caught at what he was doing. Even Fawn wasn’t all that exciting to watch since they were fucking with her.
Joan needed more excitement, she knew. She needed something even more perverse than fucking and sucking at the pool in the hot sunlight, with discovery possible at any second. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, needed, yet Joan knew her body and her cunt were craving more stimulation. At first she thought it had begun with Fawn, watching the way the beautiful young girl teased her son, but Joan knew now that it had been inside her all the time, waiting to be released. If it had not been there, surely she would have not sucked Fawn’s cunt so readily.
She watched her son gazing sleepily at her crotch. He may be sleepy, she thought, but he was still interested in what she was showing him. His cock looked almost hard inside his shorts. She ran her tongue over her lips and shoved a hand along the back of her thigh, starting to tease her pussy with a fingertip. Pressing a finger under her panties, she rubbed up and down the slit, her eyes half-closed. She was not in the least bit sleepy and she knew she could fingerfuck herself, but that was not nearly as satisfactory as having her son fuck her — or sucking his cock or licking Fawn’s cunt.
If only Ted wasn’t so sleepy! She gazed at the front of his shorts, her eyes burning there. Perhaps if he pulled his cock from his shorts so she could see it, she could fingerfuck herself to a nice orgasm. The outline of his lovely prick was stimulating, but not as much as she wanted. Ted wouldn’t object if she sucked on his cock, sleepy as he was. Still it was his cooperation that made it good, too. The idea of sucking her son’s cock as he lay still wasn’t appealing. She liked it when he thrashed about, humping into her mouth as her tongue swirled wetly. His enthusiasm was all part of it.
She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood up. Walking to the window, she saw Fawn had a light on in her living room. The girl was still awake, maybe as wide awake as Joan was. She thought of calling Fawn and, asking her to come up, but she didn’t want to disturb the girl if she was getting ready for bed. Gazing into the night, she lifted her dress in back, caressing her ass through her flimsy panties, knowing her son was watching her even if he was about to go to sleep. She flexed the cheeks of her ass as she fondled them, stroking the backs of her long, smooth thighs. Looking over her shoulder at her son, she saw his cock was still the same, but he was gazing at her thighs and pantied ass.
“Poor baby,” she whispered. “Today was too much for you, wasn’t it? All that swimming and sucking had exhausted you.”
Ted nodded, rubbing his eyes again. Letting her dress fall back down over her ass, she went to him and pulled him to his feet. “Come on, you’re going to bed before you fall over.”
“I gotta piss, Mom,” he mumbled.
There was an instant reaction inside Joan’s body. A powerful jolt seemed to ripple through her and to her cunt. Holding both his hands, facing him, her eyes turned hot, smoldering as the thought burned inside her mind. She remembered what had happened to her when she had licked the drops of piss from his cock.
“Come on,” she said breathlessly, leading him to the bathroom.
As Ted stood near the toilet, Joan sank to her knees at his side, pulling his shorts down to his knees. She held his cock at the base, aiming it into the toilet, her eyes blazing as she waited to see him piss. She licked at his hip, her eyes remaining on his cock.
“Go ahead and piss, darling,” she murmured throatily. “Let me see you piss.”
Ted shoved his hips forward, one hand on top of his mother’s head. The stream spurted from his pisshole, splashing into the water. Joan mewled softly as she watched, holding his cock with a thumb and forefinger. Unable to resist him now, she darted her tongue out, licking it along the shaft of his cock as he pissed. She probed the head of his cock with her tongue, almost pushing it into the stream.
Again she licked her tongue along his prick, then moved it slowly on the top of his cockhead, a fraction of an inch from the stream. Her cunt started boiling and she felt as if she might come.
Her hot tongue ran back and forth along the shaft of his cock, getting very close to tasting the piss with the tip.
Then Joan knew what she wanted, what that extra stimulation was she had needed. She turned her son toward her face, and he stopped pissing.
“Oh, don’t stop!” she moaned. “Piss, baby! Don’t stop. Keeping pissing!”
The warm, golden piss came out and splashed along the front of her blouse, soaking it. Joan turned his cock, making him piss upon her nipples. Her eyes glazed as a beautiful feeling flowed through her body. She lifted his cock, feeling the piss splatter along her neck, and finally against her lips. She moaned with unexpected ecstasy.
Slowly, she let her lips open slightly. Piss came through them and crashed against her teeth. The sensation searing her cunt grew stronger than ever. Feeling his piss splash against the tip of her tongue caused Joan’s mind to erupt with perverse, erotic pleasure. She shoved her tongue farther into the stream, tasting his piss, and with a groan, opened her mouth wide, lifting his cock so he was pissing directly into her mouth. It filled her mouth and flowed over her lips and tongue. Her clitoris burned as if someone had put a flame to it.
She swallowed.
“Oh, God!” she wailed, and closed her lips about the head of her son’s cock, letting him piss down her gulping throat. Joan sucked and swallowed greedily as he pissed, her cunt boiling over into a wild orgasm.
Ted was no longer sleepy. He was staring down at his mother with excited eyes. She had her lips over his pisshole and was drinking his piss. He placed both his hands on top of her head, trying to work his cock deeper as he kept pissing. But Joan wouldn’t let him. She wanted to hold only the head of his cock with her lips, tasting his piss spewing over her tongue and down her gulping throat.
Joan was coming as she’d never came before. Her cunt was convulsing tightly, her clitoris pulsating hard enough to actually make her body shake. Her eyes closed in rapture as her lips held the head of his cock just past his piss hole, the warm taste of her son’s piss flowing into her mouth and down her throat. She held his cock with her forefinger and thumb, her other hand stroking his balls lightly, her ass twisting as her orgasms increased with power. She was moaning in blissful orgasm, one after the other.
She moved her lips only when he’d finished, running her tongue over them and smiling in ecstasy up at her surprised son. She caressed the tip of his cock back and forth on her lips, then patted his ass.
“Take your shorts off and climb into bed, baby. You’re out on your feet.”
Ted’s eyes had turned sleepy again and she watched him stumble into her bedroom.
Joan went back to the living room, enjoying the feel of her piss-wet blouse clinging to her tits, her face glistening with it. She walked around, rubbing her hands about her titties, the wetness exciting to her. She gazed down at Fawn’s still-lighted living room, wishing her curtains were still open.
Then a knock on the door startled her. It was after ten at night, and she wasn’t expecting anyone.
“I was just thinking about you,” Joan smiled happily as she took Fawn’s hand and pulled her into the room. “You’re what I need right now, I think.”
“Strange coincidence,” Fawn said. “I was down there thinking about you and Ted. When I saw your light still on, I knew you’d be up.”
“Ted’s in bed,” Joan said. “I think we exhausted him today.”
Fawn laughed. “You must be taking extra good care of him then,” she said. “We didn’t do all that much.”
She eyed Joan’s soaking blouse and a sly grin spread over her face. She leaned toward Joan and licked her tongue about Joan’s chin. “Ah-ha! I know what that is, honey.”
“If you know that, then you’re not a stranger to it,” Joan said, leering at the beautiful young girl.
“I’m not a stranger to very much,” Fawn admitted, and licked Joan’s lips. “It seems we’re more like each other all the time, I’d say.”
Fawn wore a robe, belted at the waist. Joan untied it and smiled when she saw the girl was naked beneath it. “Mmmmmmmm, nice,” she murmured.
“And going to get nicer,” Fawn whispered. Holding Joan’s hands, Fawn dipped her head and began to suck on one of Joan’s nipples through her piss-wet blouse. “Much, much nicer.”
Joan was elated. She had nothing to be ashamed of because she’d loved it when her son had pissed into her mouth. Fawn, too, it seemed, was turned on by piss. She cupped Fawn’s naked, sweet and shapely tits while the girl sucked from nipple to nipple, tasting Ted’s piss on her blouse. Squeezing Fawn’s tits, Joan felt her cunt start boiling again, as hot as before.
“Let me,” she whispered.
Fawn lifted her head, her lips wet. Joan kissed them, running her tongue back and forth and tasting the piss on them. She removed Fawn’s robe, letting it fall to the floor. Cupping the tight, shapely ass in her palms, Joan thrust her tongue into Fawn’s mouth. She moaned softly as Fawn sucked it, her eager hands on Joan’s ass now, lifting her skirt to her waist.
But Joan wanted her mouth against Fawn’s sugary cunt.
She went to her knees, holding Fawn by the naked ass and burying her face into the blonde bush. She stroked her tongue about Fawn’s inflamed clitoris, sucking it with her lips as the girl spread her slender legs wide, stepping forward to straddle Joan’s face.
“Oooo, suck my cunt, Joan!” Fawn whimpered, grinding her pussy upon Joan’s lips, bumping back and forth. “Suck me, suck me! Ahhhh, lick my pussy! I had to come here for this… I got so hot, all alone down there! Mmmmm, suck me… fuck me with your tongue, Joan!”
Joan, with her face pressed into Fawn’s cunt, leaned back. Fawn followed her until Joan was on her back and she was squatting above her face, looking down at Joan with glowing eyes.
With one hand cupping Fawn’s ass, Joan was whipping her other hand between her thighs, rubbing at her pulsating cunt swiftly, her hips twisting. She thrust her tongue deep into Fawn’s seeping cunt, lapping the fiery juices hungrily, the blonde hair covering her mouth.
With a hot moan, Joan slipped her tongue from Fawn’s cunt and darted it back towards Fawn’s ass. She drew it across Fawn’s asshole, bringing a squeal of delight from the squatting, trembling girl. Joan flicked her tongue about Fawn’s flexing asshole then drew it back to the succulent cunt, delving deeply. Again she licked the fiery asshole, exerting more pressure. Fawn gurgled as Joan’s tongue penetrated her tight ass.
“Let me suck, too!” Fawn groaned. “I’ve got to get my mouth on something hot and hairy, too, honey!”
Fawn twisted about, facing Joan’s feet, and the women rolled onto their sides. Fawn clawed and tore at Joan’s panties, shoving her skirt about her waist. When she laid her head on one of Joan’s hot thighs, her face buried into Joan’s cunt, Joan gave a moan and wrapped her arms about Fawn’s hips, smashing her mouth back to that blondehaired, sugary cunt. She pulled at the tight, swelling cheeks of Fawn’s ass, pressing her nose upon the small asshole, her tongue thrusting in and out of the hairlined cunt swiftly.
Both women moaned in hot passion, their slurping tongues moist as they flew about each other’s cunt. Being of the same mind, when Joan lapped her tongue about Fawn’s asshole, Fawn would do the same with hers. When Joan penetrated Fawn’s asshole and fucked it with her tongue, Fawn tonguefucked Joan in the asshole. Their tongues darted from cunt to asshole, breathing hotly against smooth, delicious thigh flesh and ass cheeks.
Joan licked about the steamy inner cheeks of Fawn’s ass, circling her sweet asshole and squeezing the smooth cheeks against her face, darting her tongue into the slippery pussy and then racing it back to Fawn’s asshole. She twisted her cunt hard into Fawn’s mouth, whimpering softly. The way Fawn’s tongue took turns fucking her cunt and asshole was creating an enormous lust in Joan, her pussy throbbing with impending orgasm. The way Fawn’s tight cunt sucked and squeezed her tongue, she knew Fawn was close to coming off, too.
When Fawn started to come, Joan was tonguefucking her in the ass and Fawn was sucking frantically at Joan’s cunt. As the spasms came, Joan pulled her tongue out of Fawn’s asshole and began to plunge it in and out of her dripping cunt in a frenzy. They banged their cunts into each other’s mouth, both shaking with the force of orgasm.
Tiredly, they pulled apart. Joan sprawled on her back as Fawn remained on her side, caressing Joan’s thighs, gently kissing them.
“God, we’re good with each other,” Joan whispered.
“I know,” Fawn said. “I think we were drawn to each other from the beginning.”
“But I still love a hard cock,” Joan said.
“Mmmm, so do I,” Fawn said, running her tongue along the inside of Joan’s thigh. “Especially Ted’s cock. That boy was the most delicious cock ever!”
The shadow of an idea was starting to form inside Joan’s mind, but it was only a gleam at the moment. She turned back onto her side, kissing Fawn’s thigh near her cunt. She swirled her tongue through the silky blonde cunt hair and sat up. She stroked Fawn’s tits and kissed them.
“I wonder if he could handle both of us all the time,” Joan murmured.
“Have you got some ideas, Joan?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she said. “I’ve got to think about it a bit more.”
“Whatever it is,” Fawn said, “it’s going to be a good one, I’d bet.”
“I’ll let you know once it’s formed,” Joan replied.
Needing to make one more test of Fawn first, she threw her leg over Fawn’s face as the girl rolled onto her back. Then Joan pulled her knees under her body and leaned forward, kissing at the wet, blondehaired cunt. She lowered her open pussy into Fawn’s face, and as the girl opened her lips and thrust her tongue about her clitoris, Joan spurted a drop of piss into Fawn’s mouth.
