On and on she'd sucked, anxious to taste her son's jizz for the very first time. Lurching with excitement, the young boy was staring excitedly at his mother's soft full lips as they slid up and down over his big slippery cock.
"Oh Mom!" he cried as she took his hard shaft deeper and deeper into her grasping, leeching mouth.
Thrilled by the youngster's obvious delight, his mother had slurped noisily on his meaty boner, wanting him to never forget his first shot of cum into her mouth.
"Christ Mom!" he'd panted, pushing her face down around his jerking prick. "Don't stop, Mother! It feels so funny! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Eagerly anticipating the first mouthful of cum from her son, Jan sucked feverishly over his big wet shaft.
"Mother! Mother!" he screamed, feeling the jizz spurting out of his cock.
"That's it, baby!" his mother had panted as the boy's slippery cock-cream began gushing into her mouth. "Keep squirtin'!"
Jan would never forget that day so many years ago when he first filled her mouth with jizz. It was a moment she would always remember, but now Jeff's cock was much larger and his jizz a lot thicker and creamier.
"Feel better?" she whispered, getting off his bed.
"I sure do," smiled the handsome youth, watching his mother as she walked toward the door in her negligee. "And thanks, Mom."
Entering her own room, Jan moved over by the window and looked down over the garden that surrounded their beautiful home. Her husband, Earl, was trimming a hedge, and Betty, their darling little daughter, was right by him as usual. The pretty young redhead simply adored her father, and she was always around him whenever he was home.
Jan's husband had been a twenty-two-year-old law student when they first got married, and now years later, he was considered the best trial lawyer in the state. Though they were extremely well off financially now, Jan missed the earlier days of their marriage.
Watching her husband trimming the hedge as their daughter stood beside him, Jan wondered what had happened to that torrid love they had once shared. Because of the workload in his law practice, Earl spent long hours in his office, and when he was home, he diligently pursued his hobby of gardening. Though he seemed very fond of Jan, he only got around to fucking her about once every five or six weeks. His lack of interest in sex was driving his frustrated wife wild.
Watching her husband from the window, Jan had a wild desire to feel his prick gliding in and out of her steamy wet cunt. Sucking her son off always made the woman horny as hell, but she knew her husband would never knock off working in the garden for a piece of ass.
Moving restlessly around the room, Jan finally threw herself across the bed. Lifting the hem of her negligee, Jan reached down and began idly scratching her pussy. She couldn't remember when sucking her son off had ever made her as horny as she was today.
Idly caressing her itching slit, she began fooling with the buttons on her negligee with her free hand. Without realizing what she was doing, Jan popped them all until the front of her thin gown was completely open. Slipping her hand in and gently cupping a firm tit, she was acutely aware of the smooth warm texture as well as the delicious hardness of her erect nipple.
Lightly scratching around her pussy, Jan's fingers were weaving through her soft silky bush of lush cunt hairs. Moving her middle finger farther down, she ran it along the soft slippery flesh of her outer pussylips.
Her pussylips felt moist and warm, responding deliciously to the light touch of her fingertip. Slowly moving it around, she could feel the soft wet, flesh of her pussyhole, eager to expand around the meaty thickness of a man's hot, throbbing cock.
Stretching her legs out and spreading them, she deeply inhaled, her big resilient tits thrusting up from her chest. Her turgid cherry-hard nipples poked up saucily from her swollen areolas that were covered with tingling little goose bumps of excitement.
Closing her eyes, Jan arched her back, thrusting her tits even higher as if she were expecting a man to close his lips around her erect titty-buds.
Her finger continued teasing her cuntlips, slowly at first, and then with more fervor as the pinkness began turning to an exciting red hue. A wet film of pussy juice was slowly oozing out from between the hot slickness of her slippery cuntlips. The woman's finger began probing more urgently, rolling back and forth against the expanding meat of her tingling clitoris. Jan's glowing cunt was soon coated with the sweet hot juices that were flowing out from deep in her excited little cunthole.
Closing her eyes, Jan spread her thighs wider, lifting her knees to offer more of her hot crotch to her obscenely busy fingers. Her beautiful full mouth was hanging open, and she was excitedly licking her lips.
Letting out a soft moan of passion, Jan thrust her finger far up into her creamy fuckhole. Slowly withdrawing her juice-coated digit, she plunged it back into her steaming cunt again while a second finger continued manipulating her quivering clitoris. The warm afternoon sunlight played gently on her body as her finger drilled deeper and faster into her helplessly aroused cunt.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she sobbed with delight as her finger rapidly drilled into the hot flesh of her writhing pussy. "Oh, you sweet fuckin' fingers!"
Her horny cunt was flaming, sucking, exploding and creaming huge quantities of hot pussy juice around her plunging finger.
"Oh my God!" she sobbed as a bell-ringing climax rapidly approached.
Jan's soft hips began rolling and tossing around frantically on the bed as her finger jabbed in and out of her overheated cunt.
"Oh, sweet finger-fuckin' Jesus!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Then as the traumatic orgasm washed through her loins, Jan let out a long shuddering moan, hoisting her hips high in the air as the delicious pleasure filled the hotly drooling little hole between her trembling legs.
When the ecstasy of her orgasm finally passed, she collapsed back on her sweaty sheet, fully convinced that she needed a good fuck, and if her husband wasn't interested enough to take care of her, she'd find someone else.
CHAPTER TWO
Still feeling restless the next day, Jan decided to walk next door and visit her friend, Val Cameron. Val was a sexy blonde of twenty-eight whose husband, Clay, was an airline executive. Clay was a handsome man who was six or seven years older than his beautiful wife.
After ringing the doorbell, Jan was surprised when Val's husband answered it with a gin and tonic in his hand.
"Hi Clay," she smiled at the handsome man.
"Hello Jan," he grinned. "Come on in."
"Where's Val?" asked Jan when they entered the living room.
"Spending the day with her mother."
"What are you doing home?"
"Drinking," grinned Clay, raising his glass, "will you join me?"
"It seems awfully early." Jan hesitated, realizing Clay was a bit drunk.
"Come on," he urged her. "It's no fun drinking alone."
"Okay, but make it light," she finally relented.
"Now that's more like it." Clay smiled as he walked over to a bar on the far side of the room.
When Clay returned with Jan's drink, he sat down next to her on a couch.
"I'm serious," said Jan after she'd taken a sip of her drink. "What are you doing home in the middle of the day?"
"Things were quiet in the office," he explained. "So I decided to come home and have a little party with my wife, but she isn't here."
"What a shame," giggled Jan. "Here you are hot to trot and no one to trot with."
"That's right," he grinned. "I was almost ready to start without her when you rang the doorbell."
"I'm sorry," teased Jan. "Do you want me to leave so you can play with yourself?"
"No thanks," laughed Clay. "I like your company and I think you're pretty."