Brett had his hands on the back of her head, pulling her mouth tightly onto his throbbing cock. She looked up into his bright, glazed eyes. His hips pumped back and forth as he grunted, fucking his cock deep and hard and fast into her gobbling mouth. She dug her fingers into one cheek of his tight ass, jerking his crotch hard into her face as she twisted his balls with the other. His prick was deep inside her mouth, almost past her throat, when he began to discharge. The thick sweetness of his young come juice splashed along the back of her throat, and Karen wailed in a low muffled way as he began to come into her mouth. Her eyes closed as ecstasy flooded her, the taste of his come juice sending shivers of happiness through her.
Karen felt her son's body shaking as he came, heard his grunts of delight, felt his balls writhe in her hand as they emptied, spurting come juice into her mouth.
As the spurting of his come juice dribbled to a halt, Karen wiped her tongue up and down his piss hole, her eyes again open and looking up at his now-relaxed features. He still had his fingers wound into her hair, but was no longer pulling her face into his cock. She reined her grip on the cheek of his ass, sucking on his cock slowly and gently, with love more than mindless hunger now.
Brett slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, watching it slide out. "Mother, you suck my cock so fucking good," he gasped, his chest heaving up and down. "You must be starved for my cock to suck it that way."
She smiled up at him, caressing his thighs and hips with her hands. "When you pissed on me, something seemed to happen," she said. "I always enjoy sucking you, but… I don't know what it was, but feeling you piss on me, on my asshole and cunt, then in my mouth… well, darling, I couldn't help it. I had to suck you off!"
Brett laughed and turned on the shower head. Cold water streamed down on his mother. Karen yelped and jumped to her feet, dancing about in the tub as the cold water sprayed her naked flesh.
"Damn you, you little shit!" she screamed at him, but her laughter took away any anger
she may have felt. "That's cold!"
"Frozen cunt," he laughed. "That should cool your hot fucking ass, off for a while, Mother.
"Why do you want my ass cooled off?" she asked, the cold water now feeling good to her. "I thought you like it nice and hot."
He sat on the toilet and watched his mother shower.
"Brett," she asked when she turned the water off, "did that make you feel terrible?"
"What?" he asked.
"Pissing one me?"
"I liked it, Mother," he said, grinning. "Sort of strange, sure, but I liked pissing on you." Climbing out of the tub, she handed him a huge towel, and he began drying her slender body. "I wonder if Sally would go for something like that," she said, half whispering.
"You want her to piss on you, too?" Brett looked up from where he was drying her feet. He saw the bushy hair of his mother's cunt, the pink of those fiery pussy lips.
"I just wondered, that's all," she said, hoping she had not gone too far with her son.
In her room, while dressing, Karen couldn't get her mind off being pissed upon. Her
creamy smooth flesh seemed to still tingle with it, and her cunt was twitching, As if on the brink of orgasm, but not quite reaching the peak. After putting on a breezy summer dress, she brushed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. There was nothing there to indicate her perverse desires. All she saw was a lovely woman, a young mother raising her only son.
There was nothing on her face or in her eyes that seemed to say, "You're fucking your son, bitch! You're eating his girlfriend's cunt and letting him piss all over you."
There was nothing but the face of a very pretty woman, still youthful, desirable. There wasn't even anything in her features that told of her inner heat, of her wild, almost impossible desire for her son's cock and his girlfriend's cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
Karen woke up the next morning with that steaming need between her slim legs.
As her eyes opened, she was immediately aware of the fiery bubbling of her cunt, and she ran her hand down to fondle her puffy pussy lips. She pinched her throbbing clit and moaned with pleasure. Arching her ass upwards, she tossed the sheet from her naked body and looked down the smooth length of her form. Almost as soon as her fingers
pinched her swollen clit, the thought came into her mind about being pissed upon, and a shudder rippled about her flesh. It was not a shudder of revulsion, but one of anticipation, of excitement and pleasure.
As she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, Karen felt a certain awareness that today would be her day, the day in which she would find absolute relief from the pacing, bellowing beast that was her cunt. Today, she felt, would bring an end to that tormenting thing. Today would be the day she was going to end forever the greed of the beast.
Somehow, she sensed that today she would find complete and total satisfaction in her erotic needs.
As was her daily habit, she bathed for a long time in a tub of scented water, bubbles bursting about her. She spent a long time soaking in water so hot it was almost scalding her flesh. But it felt so good. The bathroom was steaming with the moist heat, and she reclined back and let her mind go, wondering what would happen with her-to her-this day. It was going to be a wonderful day; she knew.
Back in the bedroom, she pulled on a pair of frilly, lacy, and quite fragile panties, the ones with tiny red hearts all over them. That completed her dressing for the day. She was not
going to wear anything else-just her panties. She found her son, had had his breakfast
already, with a pot of coffee freshly brewed for her. She smiled at her son as she poured a cup. Then she stood at his side while sipping it, pressing her hip against his shoulder. Her son wrapped his arms about her pantied hips and hugged her tightly. Karen turned toward him, looking down as his tongue dipped into her belly button, his hands holding the cheeks of her firm ass.
"Let me have coffee, at least," she said in a whispery voice. "You must have woke up horny, baby."
"I'm always horny, Mother," he said, lowering his head and dragging his tongue along the crotch of her panties.
"Honey," she said, swaying her hips into his face, "if you want to eat my panties, I'll take them off for you."
"Mmmm, I only eat panties when they're filled with a hairy cunt and round ass, Mother..
"Of even if the cunt isn't so hairy, mmm?"
"You mean Sally's?"
"Are you eating any other little pussy I don't know about, Brett?"
"Nope, just yours and Sally's, Mother," he responded and ran the flat surface of his
tongue as best he could along the crotch of her pretty panties. "And that reminds me. I spoke to Sally this morning."
"So early?"
"She called," he said, caressing his cheek about the bulge of her cunt hair. "Didn't the telephone wake you, Mother?"
She shook her head. "Is she coming over?"
Brett nodded his head. Karen hugged her son's head to her lower stomach, grinding against him, smiling. Already her cunt was ready. So were her asshole and mouth and tits and every part of her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do today with her son and the pretty little girl. If Sally refused, well, there were always others out there someplace. It was simply a matter of finding them, and Karen had no doubts about finding them.
She twisted her stomach into her son's face as his tongue licked at the hot flesh above her elastic waistband. She shoved the panties down, exposing the thick cunt hair. She leaned her shoulders back and looked down as her son sucked at the hair with his lips. When he slid his hands inside her panties from behind, she pulled away.
"Let's wait, honey," she said, her voice heavy with desire. "Let's wait for Sally."