She loved the feeling of a fat prick-head stuffed in her mouth. She could feel the thing pulsating powerfully. Pressing her face forward, she forced the cock deeper until reached the back of her throat.
With Mark's balls still lying in her palm, Jean began moving her head back and forth, sliding the boy's prick over her tongue. But she did it slowly, without giving the cock too much friction. She wanted him to last. After all, this prick had to give her cunt a good reaming before it spewed its load.
"Oh-h-h-h, God!" Mark cried.
He ran his fingers through Jean's hair and massaged her shoulders. She was pretty sure this kid had never felt anything quite so good before. Jean had received a lot of compliments on her sucking technique, so she knew she was good at it.
Her tongue wiggled and slithered under Mark's cock-head. Then, sliding his cock out until her lips were around its collar, she fluttered her tongue over the tip. Mark's body doubled up at that treatment. His prick popped out of her mouth. He grunted.
Jean took a step forward on her knees. She recaptured his cock. By that time it was jerking and bucking more powerfully than ever.
Jean thought she could make the kid last longer now if she just held his prick motionless in her mouth until the throbbing subsided. So she kept her mouth wrapped around it, but she didn't move her tongue or slide hei head. And although Mark tried fucking her face by moving his hips back and forth, Jean merely held him by the balls until he was still.
While holding his cock in her mouth, she tickled the tender area between his balls and asshole. With her other hand, she ran her fingernails up and down the back of the boy's thighs.
When his cock was calmer, Jean took her mouth from it. It looked so beautiful as it shone with her saliva, she couldn't wait to get it up her cunt.
Without rising from her knees, Jean turned her back on the boy. She bent over, resting her elbows on the floor. Now her ass stuck out toward the kid, her cunt peeping out below. And her pantyhose and undies were still rolled down to just below her crotch.
"Come on, Mark," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me."
The boy dropped to his knees. His prick slapped Jean's ass before he got it into the right position. Looking down between her tits and legs, Jean could see the boy's balls hanging. Then she inched her hand between her legs, found his shaft, and brought it to the waiting lips of her cunt.
As soon as the blunt tip of that prick touched her mound, Jean let out a cry of desperation. Then, as she felt her pussy spreading to accommodate that thick cock her voice rose in a joyous wail.
She could feel his prick slide deeply into her. It was longer than she thought she realized when she felt him bump into the end of her cunt.
But when he started pumping, Jean knew the flail fury of teenage sex. The boy went wild. His hips slapped her ass with loud claps. She could hear him gasp with each lunge. And she watched his balls swing as she looked down between her legs.
But the sensation of the big cock sliding in and put of her cunt was the greatest treat, by far.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-h-h-h-h-, oh-h-h-h!" she wailed.
Jean felt the wide collar of his prick-knob sliding back and forth in her soaking tunnel. Her pussy was opened wide as it was filled with the stiff monster, then it collapsed as his cock was withdrawn. Each stab of that mighty pillar sent a wave of pure bliss through the panting woman.
"This is what I need," Jean told herself. If only she could get a fucking like this whenever she felt the need for it, she would be a happy woman. And without it, she was doomed to misery.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-!" Mark grunted with every plunge of his cock.
Jean began moving her hips in the same rhythm as the sliding cock. Now his prick was moving faster and harder. The slaps of hips against ass was louder.
Then the hot sensation in her cunt told Jean that she was being filled with gism. And her own orgasm had only just begun. In an effort to hurry her climax, she reached around her hips and grabbed one of Mark's hands. She pulled the hand to her cunt.
"Rub me right there!" she gasped as she put the boy's finger on her cunt.
He rubbed hard, with a fast wiggle. Suddenly, Jean's orgasm exploded. And with his spewing cock rushing in and out of her cunt, she was hit by a ton of ecstasy.
"I love it!" she screamed. "Ow-w-w-ww-w-w-w!"
Her body was being jolted by the boy's hips as he kept thrusting. With all her strength, she braced herself so the boy wouldn't knock her over.
At the height of her joy, Jean caught herself thinking about her own son again. Was his prick as fat as the one that was fucking her? she wondered.
Could Dave give her this glorious satisfaction?
Jean's orgasm ran its course. The boy stopped fucking her. Then her cunt was suddenly empty. She was vaguely aware of Mark pulling up his pants behind her. But she merely remained on her elbows and knees with her ass out thrust.
"I've got to get going," Mark said. "I've got a lot of things to do."
Jean didn't even answer. She would have liked to thank him and tell him how wonderful the fucking had been. But she was thinking about Dave.
Getting fucked by a horny kid had been a revelation to her. And now Jean couldn't stop wondering if her own son could perform like that. She didn't know why Dave seemed so sexy to her all of a sudden. After all, she couldn't fuck him. He was her son. But, still, the boy remained on her mind.
She might have stayed there all day if she wasn't brought back to reality by the sound of the door opening. Quickly, she rose to her knees and slipped her skirt down over her ass. Then, looking over her shoulder, she saw Karen and Chuck, two fellow office-workers.
"Oh, we didn't know…" Karen said.
"That's all right," Jean interrupted. "I was just leaving."
She didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, nor did she wonder why. She was still preoccupied with thoughts of Dave and his young cock.
"Have fun," she said with a straight face to Karen and Chuck as she passed them in the doorway.
CHAPTER FOUR
After fucking Mark at the office, Jean was in an even hornier mood. Although her cunt was taken care of, she found that there was still a hunger deep within her that was crying out to be fed.
When Dave came in the back door and Jean saw him, her worst fears were confirmed. Even though she'd been fucked a few hours before, she felt a strange attraction to her son. Looking up from the food she was preparing, she stared shamelessly at her son's bulging crotch.
"What's far dinner?" Dave asked.
"Uh, hamburger," Jean said when she pulled her mind off the kid's prick.
But he couldn't get that other meat off her mind. Rather than hamburgers again, she would have loved to eat Dave's hard cock.
"Go wash up and give me a hand," Jean said.
She knew it was going to be difficult for her if she didn't get over her lust for her own son. She would just have to find a way to expend her lust in other ways. Maybe she could fuck Mark more often. Fucking at the office would help. Then, with a little more sex here and there, she might be able to forget her hunger for her son.
But when Dave came back into the kitchen Jean felt her pussy contracting in greed. She dug her fingers into the raw hamburger, but her brain was full of ideas about Dave.
"How about making a salad?" she said to the boy.
To herself, she was saying, "I know he could fuck me as well as Mark."
Remembering Mark's wild, teenage technique made Jean's pussy drool all during dinner. She would look up at her son and imagine his face hovering over hers with a blissful expression. She imagined his cock ramming up her cunt as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him.
By the time dinner was over Jean was a horny wreck. Her body was covered by sweat and her crotch was awash with leaked cunt-juice.