"Tastes good, Mom," he moaned, arching his hips up into her hand, twisting his crotch at her mount. "I like it, your pussy taste."
"Mmmm," she moaned around his balls.
The taste of Fawn's cunt lingering on him gave her a much more intense sensation than before. It added to her oral pleasure, doubling it now that she had sucked Fawn's cunt herself. She wondered, briefly, what her son would say if he knew she had licked that blonde cunt earlier that day. She was sure it would excite him. Maybe she would let him know about it later.
His balls were tightening inside her mouth as she sucked them, and the throbbing of his cock was increasing. She ran her fist up and down faster as Ted twisted his crotch against her face. His balls seemed to fill her mouth and a hot, burning desire to take his cock inside her mouth and suck his come juice down her throat came over her.
Before she could make up her mind, Ted gave a grunt and come juice spurted from his cock. Joan moaned around his balls as she saw her son stuff the cunt-wet crotch of her panties into his mouth, sucking at them, his cock spurting thick, creamy come juice into the air. She watched it drop down to splash onto his stomach, her hand, and even some on one of her cheeks. She clutched his cock tightly as he came.
Releasing his balls, she gazed up at him, her panties dangling from his mouth. "Nice, isn't it?" she murmured. "You can suck my wet panties anytime you want. But I get to do this, too."
Her tongue flicked from her mouth and into the come juice smeared on his stomach. She lapped it up, swirling her tongue about, then lightly lapped it across the wet piss hole of his cock. As she swallowed the come juice and her tongue touched at his piss hole, Joan squealed when a powerful orgasm sent her ass cheeks wiggling as her pussy clutched in burning ecstasy.
"Oh, God… I came!" she whispered. "I came, baby!"
Tiredly, she rested her cheek on his cock and balls, feeling wonderful. She felt Ted's hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair. She turned to look up at him, her chin touching his balls, her lips at the base of his cock.
"You're so sweet, Ted," she whispered, kissing the base of his cock with her moist lips. "God, I can't believe how sweet you are."
Ted smiled at her, rubbing his cock about her lips.
"That's enough," Joan said softly, getting to her feet. "If we don't stop now, I might fuck you myself."
"I will if you will, Mom," he laughed.
She grinned at him. "You'd fuck your own mother, honey?"
"If you'll let me," he said.
Joan studied his young, good-looking face. "I believe you would."
"Try me," he laughed, arching his cock up. "Just try me and see!"
"Well, at least you can suck on my cunt-wet panties," she laughed. "That's better than nothing, isn't it?"
He nodded, running his tongue along the lacy crotch, then rubbing them about his face.
"I think you really do like to suck on my fucking panties," she said.
"Only if they're nice and wet like these, Mom."
"I'll make sure they are from now on," she said, leaning down. She pulled her panties away from his lips and kissed him. "I'm tired and ready for bed. I know you're going to have some very sweet dreams tonight, after fucking Fawn and getting me to suck your balls and jack you off again."
Joan walked to the short hallway, starting toward her bedroom.
"Mom?"
She stopped and turned.
"You didn't show me your ass," he said. "You've always shown me your ass before going to bed."
It was true. Each night after they watched the others through his telescopes, and after she had sucked on his balls and jacked him off, she had flipped her skirt up over her ass and let him have a peek, whether she was wearing panties or not.
Grinning at him, she flipped her skirt up, wiggling her naked ass for him, then started once more toward her bedroom.
"Mom?"
"What?"
"I wanna see your cunt."
Joan faced her son, a burning excitement flowing through her body, the hairy lips of her pussy starting to throb again.
"Please," Ted asked in a soft voice. "Let me see your cunt. Just once, Mom."
CHAPTER FIVE
Joan stared at her son.
He was still sitting on the couch, his pants at his ankles, stroking his cheek with her panties now.
"Please," Ted said again. "Let me see your cunt, Mom. You see my cock! It's only fair."
Ted was right. She knew she should let him look at her pussy if he wanted. There was no doubt that he was very interested in seeing her. The idea of her son looking at her, between her thighs, at her hairy cunt, was exciting, exciting enough to create a fire there. She felt her clitoris throbbing and the cheeks of her ass clenching. Her eyes moved to his naked cock, and she was surprised to see it stir, starting to swell again.
"Why, honey?" she asked.
"I wanna see it, that's all," Ted said.
"If I let you see my cunt," she replied in a slow, very low voice, "what will you want to do next?"
"I just wanna look at your pussy, Mom, that's all."
Joan knew what he would want to do next. The thought of her son sliding his cock into her cunt and fucking her sent chills of hot anticipation through her. She was facing him now, and her fingers started inching her dress up. Ted's eyes grew hot as he saw her thighs, then almost bugged out when she pulled her dress up to her waist. A shiver went through Joan as her son looked at her pussy. She parted her feet, standing in a wide-legged stance, shoving her hips forward. The thick triangle of her cunt hair was not like Fawn's. It was thick, almost concealing her cunt. Holding her dress with one hand, Joan shoved the fingers of her other hand through the curls of her pussy and parted them, showing the pink, puffy lips of her cunt to her son.
His cock jerked into full-blown hardness before her eyes.
"Gosh!" Ted groaned as he gazed at his mother's pussy. He ran his tongue over his lips. "You're so pretty, Mom. Your cunt is so pretty and hairy! You look wet, too."
"I am wet, Ted," Joan said in a throaty, almost choking voice. "I'm very wet."
"Mom, I'd…"
She waited, but he didn't go on. She knew, though, what he was going to say. He was going to say he wanted to fuck her, and Joan knew that if he asked, she would give him anything, her cunt, her mouth – her body – in anyway Ted wanted. But he didn't finish saying it.
Holding her skirt at her waist, Joan gazed at his cock, imagining what it would feel like sliding into her cunt. The cock of her son… fucking her. The lips of her pussy throbbed with a painful desire to have his prick inside her. She moved her fingers about her distended clitoris, feeling his eyes on her cunt.
"You'd what?" she asked, her voice husky and filled with desire. "What would you do, honey?"
Ted gripped his cock hard, making the head swell. He ran the crotch of her panties over the head of his cock, caressing himself with the nylon, his eyes never moving from between her legs.
"Are you going to fuck my panties?" she asked, arching her eyebrow at him. "Or fuck me?"
"Gosh!" Ted groaned.
They gazed at each other. Joan wanted her son to make the first move, and Ted was waiting for his mother to do something. He kept caressing the crotch of her panties about the head of his cock, and Joan stood with her skirt at her waist, slowly rubbing at her swollen, very inflamed clitoris. Ted watched his mother's hand, and she watched her panties move about his cock.
She was hardly aware that she was moving, stepping toward him. She walked with her cunt tossed forward, her eyes blazing on his prick. Ted was hardly breathing as his mother came toward him, unable to take his eyes off her fingers and what she was doing with her hairy pussy. His balls drew up at the base of his cock, his fist squeezing hard.