Joey twisted his hips, arching his ass up, driving his cock as deep into his mother's mouth as he could. His cock head was slipping past her throat, and Brenda gurgled with pleasure. She felt his cock throbbing hard, the sign he was about to come. Again she bounced her face up and down, fucking his cock with her mouth in a frenzy of pleasure. Joey held his hips up, his eyes wobbling as the sweet sensation of impending discharge rumbled through his young body.
Brenda sucked as hard as she could, straining to pull his thick jism out of his precious young balls.
"Now, Mother!" Joey yelped.
Brenda squealed, there's hot cum-juice boiling into her mouth, squirt after squirt. It spattered her throat, and even as she swallowed thirstily, she kept her lips riding up and down, sucking as hard as she could. His cum-juice burned into her throat, making Brenda's mind reel with delight. The hot, thick sensation sent her cunt into pulsing wetness. She came close to coming herself, but her orgasm receded before it could explode. She didn't mind. Her pleasure at the moment was sucking his cock off, tasting his hot cum juice spurting into her mouth, down her throat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joey was a fantastic fuck, but he was still a young boy, with a young boy's pleasures.
She sat watching him.
Joey was on the floor, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans. One of his legs was straight out, the other bent at the knee, his chin resting on it as he looked at a comic book on the floor.
She noticed the head of Joey's cock was showing from the fringes of his cut-offs. He didn't seem to know his cock was sticking out. There was something delicious about looking at his exposure when he wasn't aware of it. It was almost like peeking secretly at someone. Remembering the pleasure her son got from peeking up her dress, she understood it now. She had never thought of herself as a peeper, but she saw how much fun it could be.
She leaned back on the couch, stretching her long legs out, feet open. With slitted eyes, she gazed at his cock, letting her fantasies flow. She found herself wondering what it would be like to see his cock sliding into some little cunt, some pretty little pussy without hair. She saw, in her mind, a fine, pink slit of some little girl opening to her son's cock. It would be beautiful, she thought, to watch him and a sweet little girl fucking, enjoying themselves in sex play.
"I see your cock," she said softly. Joey drew his eyes from the comic and looked between his legs. He then looked up at his mother, giggling. "I can almost see your cunt, too."
"Take a good look," she said, throwing her feet wide open and lifting her skirt.
"Aw, shit," Joey said. "You've got panties on, Mother."
"Don't you like to see me in panties?"
"Sure, sometimes," he replied, his cock swelling out of his cut-offs.
Brenda bunched her skirt at her waist and rubbed a fingertip along the crotch of her tight panties, feeling the lip's of her heated cunt. Her eyes took on a hot expression as she watched his cock grow out of his cut-offs. The dark hair of her pussy was revealed through her thin panties, forming a perfect fan-shape. She pulled strands of pussy hair from the sides of her panties, playing with it.
Joey crawled on his hands and knees toward her, his eyes burning with delight upon her crotch. Pushing his head between his mother's thighs, he kissed and licked the limier surfaces, working his mouth close to her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, I can feel the heat already," he said.
Brenda giggled and grabbed her son's head, puffing his face into her crotch and smashing it there. "How's the heat now?"
Joey moved his face up and down into his mother's cunt. He tasted the wetness seeping through her panties, and darted his tongue out. He lapped up and down her crotch, tasting her cunt through her panties. Brenda squeezed her creamy thighs about his head, capturing him.
Joey, playfully, bit at his mother's clit, causing her to throw her legs wide open.
"You're not supposed to bite it," she said. "Eating cunt don't mean you really eat it."
Joey took another quick nip, making his mother yelp and push his face away.
"Stop biting my cunt," she said, but not with anger. "You're supposed to kiss it and lick it, not bite it."
"Like this?" he asked, and swiped his tongue up and down the crotch of her panties.
"Like that," she purred softly, pushing her pussy into his face and grinding slowly. "I bet you can suck my cunt through my panties."
"I bet I can suck your cunt any way you want, Mother," he replied.
Joey ran his tongue up and down the stretched nylon of her panties, tasting the wetness seeping, through. He swirled his tongue along the edge, through her soft pussy hair, and tasted the smoothness of her flesh. He pressed his face downward, licking at the swells of her as, then probing his tongue toward her asshole.
"Would you like for me to take my panties off?" she asked, her voice becoming husky.
Joey didn't answer. Instead, he pulled at his mother's panties with his own hands, sliding them down her hips. Joey turned inside out at her thighs, and Joey ran his tongue into her wet crotch.
"That's second-hand cunt, baby," she laughed.
"But nice, Mother," he answered, and closed his lips about her clit, sucking on it as his tongue flicked the tip.
"Ooooh, that's good, Joey!" Brenda squealed softly, thrusting her pussy into her son's mouth tightly. "Suck me, baby! Suck Mother's clit!"
Stuffing her panties off, Joey parted his mother's cunt, gazing at the wet pinkness. Her dark cunt hair excited him, the wetness of her pussy making his eyes glaze. He shoved his lips to her cunt and kissed it, then smeared his mouth up and down. His tongue shot out and into his mother's pussy, and as he darted it in and out, Brenda make yelping sounds and drew her knees up and to her tits. Joey ran his hands up and down the back of his mother's thighs, kissing and licking at her cunt and asshole feverishly. He circled her asshole with his lips and sucked hard, his tongue wiggling at the sensitive pucker. "Ohhh, keep it up. Keep that up and I'll…"
Joey jerked his mouth away from her asshole. "Or you'll what, Mother?"
She giggled lewdly. "I was going to say shit, but I won't."
"Mother, I won't ever lick your asshole again if you do," Joey said, meaning it.
"Honey, I'm only teasing," she replied. "I'd never do anything you wouldn't enjoy, you know that."
Joey gazed into his mother's cunt. Her pussy lips were puffy, surrounded by her soft hair. "I don't think I'd care if you pissed, but no shitting, Mother."
Brenda's breath caught in her chest. "Piss?"
Joey nodded his head, his eyes serious.
"Joey, are you sure?"
"I think so," he said. "I'd like to see you piss, Mother. I don't think I'd mind at all if you pissed on me… pissed in my face."
Brenda stared at her son, but the idea was exciting. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have him pissing into her face. It couldn't be any different than pushing her face under a shower head, she thought. But in this case, it would be his cock ramming into her face. She wondered where her son got the idea of pissing.
When she asked him Joey reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Brenda looked at it. It was a picture from a magazine. The young woman was squatting, knees open, pissing onto the grass, griming wantonly toward the camera.
"Where did you get this?"
"At school," Joey said. "One of the guys gave it to me."