She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing the creamy swells of her naked ass in the mirror. Marty turned his eyes toward the reflection, watching excitedly. He saw his mother's naked ass cheeks while she began to pump her ass up and down, her hairy, very tight cunt riding on his cock.
"Hold mother's ass, baby!" she mewled as she churned her naked hips about. "Ohhhh, honey, grab my ass in your hands and squeeze it! I love my ass being held and squeezed when I fuck this way! Grab mother's hot ass, darling!"
Marty's hands dug into the tight smoothness of her naked ass, holding on, his fingers almost in the hot ass crack. Joan turned her head so she could watch, too, and they both gazed with burning eyes while her naked ass thrashed up and down.
"That's beautiful, baby!" she whimpered as her ass plunged, the ass cheeks tightening and bunching. "That's so beautiful… watching us fuck! I love it, Marty! Oooo, I can feel your sweet cock all the way up my cunt! See mother's ass, darling? See how mother's naked ass fucks that cock! Oooo, I love you so much, love your cock up my pussy, Marty!"
Joan's cunt was nibbling again, sucking on her son's hard cock for the second time. She was clutched by a series of burning orgasms as usual. The tightness of her cunt seemed to be even tighter than ever, flexing on Marty's throbbing prick as she pumped up and down. From the waist up, Joan was almost perfectly still, but from there down, her body was a dynamo of intense action.
As her orgasms increased in strength, she began to wail loudly, her ass pounding furiously. She raced a hand behind her banging ass and clawed at her son's hairless balls. She pulled them against the cheeks of her ass, trying to shove them into the hot ass crack. Her son was grunting and gasping as he lifted his hips up, fucking his cock as deep as he could into that devouring, steamy pussy. Joan's body was shaking with the intensity of her orgasms, and her mind was reeling with the ecstasy flooding her overheated body. Sparks flew about inside her, setting off explosions of such erotic pleasure that she was afraid she would melt or faint. And Joan didn't want to faint because she would lose the feeling of her son gushing that sweet, precious come juice up her hungry cunt.
Once again she felt his cock ready to burst and her ass pounded in a wild frenzy, gurgles bubbling from her constricted throat. She felt his cock swell morel and the throbbing increased. She twisted at his balls and screamed mindlessly.
"Come, damn it! Come in me, Marty! Ohhh, please, please come in my hot fucking cunt! I want it! I want that sweet come juice squirting up my hot pussy!"
Marty grunted and she felt him become stiff beneath her.
Joan slammed her cunt down hard onto his cock, taking his prick as deep as possible into he squeezing cunt. She held herself there, grinding in, frantic attempt to make his cock gush a stream of come juice.
Again she screamed with ecstasy when she felt his prick spurt. The thick, creamy come juice flooded her greedy cunt, drenching her pussy, sending Joan into a final shattering orgasm. She shook violently against him, her cunt sucking furiously.
She rested on top of her son, both of them panting from the fury of the fuck.
After a while, Joan rolled from him, her legs sprawled wide, her cunt still pulsating from the pleasure rumbling through her. She closed her eyes, relaxing.
She felt the movement of her son and looked at him. He sat next to her, gazing down at her hairy cunt and long, slender thighs, at her flat stomach.
"Like me?" she asked in a soft voice. "Am I pretty?"
"Gosh, yes!" he said with enthusiasm. "You're the prettiest mother in the whole world, Mom!"
She wiggled with delight. "You say that because I let you fuck me, I know."
"No, Mom, it's true," he insisted. "Can I look at you?"
"All you want," she replied.
Marty opened the top of her dress. Her bra snapped open in front, and she lay with her arms outstretched above her head, watching her son as he learned how to unhook it. Her tits came spilling free, and Marty stared at them with something like awe in his young eyes.
Joan's tits stood up proud and firm, rounded and satiny to the touch. Her nipples, a light-brown color, were still very rigid.
"Can I touch them?" he asked.
"You can touch me anywhere you want, honey," she said in a soft voice. "You can do anything you want with me… anything at all."
Marty began fondling his mother's tits, experimenting by pulling and twisting her sensitive nipples. Joan felt the excitement of her son, and it served to make her excited, too, her cunt beginning to throb and pulsate again. But she stayed still and allowed her youngest son to learn, to probe, to feel and know her body, touching her where he wanted. He gazed closely at her cunt, leaning over and peering between her spread thighs. He felt his mother's cunt, examined her clit, and probed into her pussy. He ran his hands about her smooth thighs, through the thick curls of her cunt hair. He leaned down and swirled his tongue about a nipple, then took it into his lips and sucked. Joan's tits tingled with the wet heat of his mouth.
By the time Marty had satisfied his curiosity, his cock was straining hard, and he wanted to fuck her again. The piss hole was slippery, seeping clear thick fluids.
Joan laughed at his eagerness, pulling him on top of her and wrapping her hot thighs about his hips. His cock was moving into her always-ready cunt.
She had been right – Marty had been more than eager to fuck her.
Now, perhaps, Eric…
CHAPTER THREE
Joan stepped from her bath and toweled her body vigorously, making her flesh glow.
Naked, she entered her bedroom. For a long time, she stood before the mirrored wall, searching her reflection.
She was a tall woman, taller than average by an inch or so. She was very attractive. Her hair was long and shimmering, waved just enough so she had no reason for curling it. It was dark hair, but neither brown nor black. Her eyes were dark and smoldering, with a piercing quality to them. Her nose was small and straight, and she had full, moist ups that required no lipstick unless she wanted. She was considered very beautiful by most people.
At the age of thirty-three, her body was as firm and rounded as it had been at fifteen. Her tits were not large, but stood high and round on her chest. There was no sign of sagging. They were creamy in texture, with dark nipples centered perfectly. Her tits, as were her nipples, were very sensitive to touch. She enjoyed having them sucked and fondled, squeezed and twisted. Her waist was small, flaring into graceful hips and long, tantalizing thighs. She was slender, and looked fantastic in a bikini swimsuit. Her ass swelled out in tight curves, the ass cheeks writhing tightly as she walked. Hers was a beautiful ass, a hot ass.
But then, so was her cunt.
Joan's cunt was hairy, very hairy. Yet her cunt hair was a finely sculptured triangle of softness. Dark, like the hair on her head, it, too, shimmered with highlights. The lips of her cunt were not by any means fat, the way so many cunt lips were. The lips of Joan's cunt were fine, almost delicate, with such sensitivity that the slightest touch could almost make her come. It seemed to her that her pussy was always in a state of quivering burning desire, bubbling wet readiness for a cock or a tongue.
Turning from the mirror, she slipped a gown over her head. The gown was a design from the days of the Roman Empire, a toga-like thing. It clung to her naked body, molding to her tits, to her swelling ass, to her rounded hips. It came just below her hips, almost short enough to expose the fine curls of her cunt.