CHAPTER THREE
Brenda lounged on the couch in her short summer robe. She leaned on one armrest, her feet stretched out on the soft cushions. At the other end of the long couch, they sat, wearing his jockey shorts.
His hair was still damp from his shower, and she found him beautiful. She had never seen her son in his shorts before, and he had come from the shower wearing them by his own volition, without embarrassment. Her slim body was glowing from her bath, and she was naked beneath her short robe.
Since she sucked her son's cock off, her lips had felt bruised and slightly puffy, a feeling she loved. But Joey had seemed to avoid her. He had gone to his room and stayed there until she called him to the table. Then, after eating, he had returned and didn't come out until after the shower.
Brenda had become worried, afraid her son felt shame.
When he came out in his jockey shorts, her fears left her. She saw his cock and balls filling the front of his shorts sweetly, and when he had gone to the stereo and put in a tape, she gazed at the shape of his tight young ass in his shorts. She responded to him easily and quickly, her cunt becoming moist very swiftly.
Joey still wanted to see his mother's cunt, but he still wasn't sure how to ask. He peeked at her, trying to look under the hem of her robe, but she had her legs together. Brenda knew what he was doing, and, she felt amused and in a teasing mood. The robe came half-way down her thighs, leaving them exposed with plenty of creamy flesh showing. Still, the hem was about three inches below her cunt. She felt the lips of her pussy suck inward as Joey turned on the couch and leaned at the arm, his feet up and knees bent. She peered at the bulge of his shorts, the backs of his thighs. Joey sat with his knees slightly apart. The top part of Brenda's robe was open, showing the creamy swells of her tits, but not her nipples.
"I threw all those magazines away, Mother," Joey said.
"You did? Why, honey?"
"I don't need them anymore," he said.
Brenda's eyes became hot, and her tongue licked at her lips. "Because you have me? Because you know what I love to do with your cock?"
Joey nodded a grin on his face.
"You're right," his mother smiled. "I'm here, and I'll take care of you."
Joey's eyes moved down to his mother's thighs, fixing where her cunt would be. He let his knees fall open, and cupped his balls with one hand.
"Are you going to play with your cock?" Brenda asked, teasing him.
Joey didn't answer.
Brenda slowly opened her legs, but not far enough for Joey to see a thing.
"Are you trying to see something, baby?" she asked, huskily.
Joey nodded.
"What do you want to see?"
"Awww, Mother," Joey said. "You know."
"Joey, after I sucked you off, too," she smiled. "Shame on you, baby. I thought you weren't going to be so shy anymore."
"Tell me what you're trying to look at," Brenda prompted, placing her hands on her hips. "Do you want to see Mother's tits? Is that what you want to see?"
"Sure, Mother," he groaned.
"But, baby, you've seen my tits," she replied. "You saw them and you fucked them, too. I'd think you wanted to see something else, something different. Don't you have any idea what you want to look at?"
"Aw, Mother."
"Well, if you won't tell me, I certainly don't know."
"Your p-pussy, Mother!" Joey blurted.
"My pussy?" Brenda asked. "You mean you want to see Mother's pussy?"
Brenda acted shocked, but her eyes glittered with passion.
Joey nodded, unsure now.
"My pussy?" she repeated. "You want to look at my pussy?"
This time Joey started to blush. Brenda opened the top of her robe, letting her lovely tits show. Her nipples poked upward with hardness. Joey gazed at them, hardly breathing, his cock swollen inside his jockey shorts. He squeezed his balls as he looked at them.
"You want to see my cunt, huh?" Brenda asked, and then grinned wickedly at her son. "Mother's cunt, right? You want to see my cunt and get nice and hard and… what, jack off?"
"No," Joey blurted, smashing his balls in his hand.
"What would you do with my cunt, honey?" she asked in a low, breathless voice. "Just look at it?"
"I… please show it to me Mother," Joey asked urgently.
"Show what?" she teased.
"Your cunt!" Joey choked, feeling his cock stretching toward the elastic waist of his shorts. "I wanna see your cunt, Mother!"
"Well, it's about time," she purred, slowly opening her legs. She let one drop over the edge of the cushions, pressing the other to the back of the couch.
Joey's eyes widened as he saw the curls of soft hair between his mother's legs. Brenda noticed his cock throbbing very hard as she untied the belt of her robe. When she pushed it open, Joey made a strangling sound. His eyes were huge and bright as he stared. Brenda watched him, her ass moving slightly on the cushions. His eyes excited her, and she felt the juices starting to flow from her cunt.
Joey stared at his mother's hairy cunt, awed to see it. The thick hair formed a lovely, perfect triangle, reaching out toward her hips. He saw the pink of her cunt between her pussy hair, and her pussy slit that looked so inviting.
Drawing her overhanging leg wider, Brenda caressed between her thighs, opening her cunt as her eyes blazed at his entranced expression.
"Do you like my cunt, honey?" she asked in a throaty voice.
"Gosh, Mother!" Joey exclaimed.
"Want to feel it? Want to touch Mother's cunt?"
Joey nodded his head vigorously, his cock throbbing crazily inside his shorts. Brenda purred and arched her hips, smashing the lips of her cunt tightly together. Joey gazed, at the hot juices gleaming on it.
"Touch it!" Brenda hissed. "Touch, Mother's pussy! Feel my cunt, Joey! Play with Mother's cunt, honey!"
Joey shoved his hands up his mother's thighs. Brenda's body trembled with the hot contact of his hands. Her eyes slitted in a dreamy expression as she felt his hands slide upward, caressing the sensitive inner flesh of her smooth thighs. Joey leaned forward as his hands moved upward, his eyes enormous and bright with passion.
"Ooooh, yes!" Brenda moaned when her son's fingers touched the puffy lips of her cunt. She drew her own hands from it, resting them at the top of the hair-line, her chin tucked downward to watch him. "Feel me! Oh, God, feel Mother's cunt, darling!"
Joey touched and probed, rubbing along her slippery wet pussy slit. When his finger touched her clit Brenda yelped as her hips jerked upward.
"Put your finger inside!" she urged, twisting her hips sideways.
Her hands moved back to her cunt, and she parted her cuntlips. Joey gazed at the succulent wetness, his cock and balls aching. Brenda lifted her hips invitingly, holding her cunt open to her his eyes. Joey stiffened a finger, hardly breathing.
"Hurry!" Brenda whined. "Stick your finger in and feel it, Joey!"
Joey's finger thrust into his mother's cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Brenda sobbed, her hips jerking upward, her cunt taking his finger deep. "That's wonderful! Ohhh, so good, Joey!"
Instinctively, Joey stabbed his finger into his mother's cunt, gasping with pleasure. The wetness of it, the intense heat blistering his finger, had not been expected by him, but he found it thrilling. He watched his finger plunge in and out, seeing the sugary lips of her cunt pull at it. He made panting sounds as he finger fucked his mother, and the more he stabbed, the wetter she became. His knuckles were smeared with her pussy juices very quickly.
"Yes!" Brenda cried out, humping her hips in a rhythm to his finger. "Finger fuck me, Joey! Ooooh, baby, fuck Mother's cunt with your finger!"
Joey stared at the way his mother's crotch bounded up and down, smacking into his fist, riding on his extended finger. Brenda fucked her son's finger swiftly, grinding her hips to and I'm, moaning softly, still holding her cunt, opening and closing it around his finger.