As Marty came through the door, she was there. Her arms went about him swiftly, holding him tightly against her tits. As Marty closed his arms about her waist, Joan pressed her pelvis against him, writhing.
"Oh, I'm so glad you came home, darling," she murmured against the top of his head.
Marty lowered his hands to his mother's swelling ass, cupping the ass cheeks and squeezing. Joan bubbled with pleasure as she gripped one of his tight ass cheeks. The insides of her thighs were slippery from her seeping cunt. She was so hot, so eager. She began to fumble with his belt hurriedly. After she shoved his pants down, his cock flipped out and up, swelling into beautiful hardness.
"Ooo, wonderful!" she mewled, closing her hot hand about his prick, stroking lovingly. "Oh God, baby!"
With a sob, Joan dropped to her knees before her son and began to gobble frantically at his cock. Her lips held his prick very tightly, very hotly, sucking vigorously back and forth, her tongue licking in frenzy.
Marty leaned against the wall, his hips arched forward, looking down at his mother, his expression showing pleasure. He could see her lips stretched around his prick, and her eyes glowed with heat into his.
Joan gripped her son's tight ass cheeks, her fingers digging into the ass crack, her mouth fucking his cock furiously. She made sounds like a dog lapping at a bowl of water, hungry and wet. The smooth head of his cock scraped along the roof of her mouth, along her tongue, probing almost into her throat. Her ass swayed to and fro as she sucked, her cunt steaming and causing the insides of her thighs to become even more wet.
When she sucked in on his cock, her lips writhed at the base, tickled by the few wiry hairs, his balls resting on her chin. Holding her son's cock this way, she quickly opened her blouse, pressing her naked tits against his thighs, her nipples tingling with the contact. Now, with her tits against his thighs, she again gripped the tight cheeks of his ass with both hands, her fingers moving into the deep ass crack. As she filled her mouth time and again with the hard heat of his dripping cock, she began to rub against his asshole. The tight pucker of his asshole fascinated Joan, and she probed it with the tip of her finger.
She heard her son grunt, but it was a grunt of delight. Swirling her tongue about his hard cock, she began to press her finger against his asshole. At first there was resistance, but she kept up a steady pressure. And, while doing it, her hot, wet mouth devoured his sweet cock energetically, her tongue licking hungrily.
She wanted his precious, sweet come juice very much. Like a starving woman, she sucked as hard as she could, trying to draw that sweetness from his tender balls, through his delicious cock and into her mouth.
Her finger slipped into his asshole, and Marty grunted. Joan felt the tightness of his asshole about her finger as she moved deep. Her finger seemed to make his cock lurch and swell inside her mouth. With a wet gurgle of erotic delight, Joan began to fuck her son up his tight asshole while she sucked vigorously on his cock. Her finger moved in and out, causing Marty to squirm and groan with perverse pleasure. She loved the way his asshole drew on her fucking finger, clinging to it. His cock was dripping even more with her finger plunging into his asshole, and her tongue became coated with the sweetness, and she swallowed frequently, her eyes blazing with intense pleasure.
The round head of his cock was so smooth against her tongue, so pleasant there. His prick could not reach her throat, but almost, and she sucked his cock with ease, comfortably. The hard heat of his prick against her tingling lips sent shivers of ecstasy through her, her stomach trembling and her cunt bubbling with small explosions that made her whimper around her cock.
The pulsating between her tightly clinging lips told her she was about to get what she wanted desperately. She sucked harder, more hungry, her finger plunging in and out of her son's gripping asshole in a frenzy as Joan felt his approaching discharge.
A laud grunt came from Marty.
A glob of sweet come juice squirted from his cock, and she felt his asshole convulse about her finger. Joan sucked back quickly on his prick, holding only that smooth head between her lips, then just the piss hole. Sucking at his spurting piss hole only, her tongue flapping up and down it, she allowed her son to flood her hungry mouth with his thick, creamy come juice. The taste of it as it gushed into her mouth caused her eyes to become dreamy, glassy. Her cunt went into tight spasms, orgasms rippling through her body swiftly and deliciously.
She sucked at his piss hole as if it were a straw, her tongue licking quickly as her mouth filled time and again. Her slender throat worked desperately to swallow it all, but some of the slippery come juice escaped her tight lips and dripped from the corners to her chin. Her finger continued to fuck into his tight asshole swiftly, somehow causing her son to come hard, more than ever before.
Drawing her mouth off his cock, she gazed up at him, pressing her cheek against his cock and balls, her finger still buried in his asshole.
"Was that good, darling?" she whispered, then licked at her come-wet lips. "Does mother suck your beautiful cock good?"
"Ohhhh, wow!"
Slowly, Joan pulled her finger from his asshole. Getting to her feet, she turned her back and exaggerated the swing of her ass, moving toward the kitchen for a glass of water.
As she drank, she knew what she wanted.
Placing the glass down on the sink, she turned to see Marty watching her.
His pants dangled at his knees, his cock and balls sweetly revealed, glistening from the wetness of her mouth.
"Fuck me," she murmured softly.
Marty took his cock in one hand, holding his pants with the other. She watched him stroke his cock, seeing that lovely prick swelling again with eager hardness. Leaning against the sink, Joan pulled her dress to her waist, spreading her thighs and plunging a finger into her pussy. They gazed at one another, watching. Marty seemed excited to see his mother finger fucking herself as he stroked his cock, and Joan was always excited by anything erotic.
Her tits were still exposed, her nipples rigid.
She framed her hairy cunt, pulling upwards. This caused her knotted clit to lift and burn. The pink wetness of her cunt was exposed, and Marty gazed eagerly, pumping on his cock with a tight fist.
Joan plunged her finger into her cunt again, then lifted the wet finger to her month and began licking it. Marty's eyes burned with desire as he saw what she did. Joan, knowing it excited him, repeated the gesture.
"I still want to be fucked," she whispered in a throaty voice. "Just because I love to suck off that sweet cock don't mean my cunt isn't hungry, you know."
She slipped a hand past her hips, over the swell of one ass cheek. She probed the inviting crack between them, and rubbed at her own asshole, a finger still fucking in and out of her cunt.
"Do you know what I'm doing, baby?" she asked huskily. "I'm finger fucking my cunt and asshole at the same time." She turned to show him. Her finger moved in and out of her asshole, and she leaned over so he could see her finger her cunt at the same time. Joan wiggled her ass for her son, then said, "Wouldn't you love to fuck this ass, Marty? Mother has a hot ass, you know. Wouldn't it be fun to stick your cock in mother's asshole and fuck it?"
Joan moved to the table, then lay across it. Her dress was bunched at her waist, her rounded creamy ass revealed to him, as were the hairy lips of her cunt jutting past her thighs.
Waving her naked ass, she called him. "Come on, Marty, fuck mother up the ass! Oooo, baby, I want your cock up my hot ass so much! Give it to me, Marty… give my asshole your beautiful hard cock!"
Marty came up to his mother.
Joan felt him brushing the head of his cock about her ass cheeks. The contact burned her flesh, and she wiggled her ass invitingly, lewdly. Arching back, she tried to find the head of his cock with her ass, but Marty wanted to rub his prick along her creamy skin for a while. Joan moved her hand down and through her thighs, finding his balls. She fondled them as he brushed the head of his cock about her flesh, moaning softly with anxious desire.