Marty grunted loudly.
Joan squealed about his cock.
The hot splashing of come juice spurted from Marty's flaring piss hole. As the sweetness of his come juice coated her tongue, Joan realized she had no reason to cling to his ass; Marty had no intention of jerking his cock from her mouth. The urge to piss when he came held him in place.
Jean swallowed happily, her tongue racing about his spewing prick, sucking greedily. The thick, sweet come juice flooded her hungry mouth. As Joan's cunt convulsed, she squeezed her thighs together, pressuring her knotted clit between them.
The taste of her son's come juice sent Joan's mind reeling with perverse, erotic ecstasy. She loved that sweetness in her mouth, filling it. She swallowed with liquid noises, her tongue never still, his balls writhing against her chin. She dug her fingers ecstatically into his shaking ass cheeks, pressing them down to hold his cock as deep as she could in her mouth.
When Marty finished coming, the squirting come juice only dribbling now, he relaxed where he was, his cock in Joan's mouth. She didn't mind the weight of him there; it was exciting to her. She caressed his shaking ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs, then, when he calmed a bit, she pushed him from her face.
Running her tongue over her slightly bruised lips, she grinned at her son as he sprawled next to her, his chest heaving.
"Was that as good as you thought it would be?" she asked, running her fingers about his cock and balls.
"Better!" he gasped.
"Now you know about me," she giggled. "Now you know that your mother is one damned good cock-sucker!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Eric, being a year older than his brother, tried hard to lead. In his older wisdom, he was more aggressive than Marty, but not much. It amused Joan.
Eric came into her bedroom that night, alone.
She was almost asleep, and, when she heard the shuffling footsteps, the dim light from the full moon coming through her window was enough so she knew it was Eric and not her youngest son.
Joan was stretched out on top of the sheets, with her window open to catch the slight breeze. Her gown was a long one, frilly and feminine. She lay with one arm above her head and the other resting on her flat stomach. She watched him enter the room and come close to her bed. Neither said anything. Eric stood near her bed, looking down at her. He was wearing shorts and nothing else.
Joan could see the way his cock strained against the white cotton material. It was obvious why he had come to her; he had gotten a nice hard-on in his room and needed it taken care of. She smiled in the dimness of the room, but kept quiet and didn't move, waiting for him.
Eric leaned over and placed his hand on one of her upstanding tits, bringing a sigh from Joan. She pulled the hand on her stomach up and placed it on top of his, holding it there. When Eric climbed onto the bed with her, she scooted over, making room for him. Still silent, but with increased breathing, Eric fondled his mother's tits, going from one to the other with both hands. Her nipples stood firm, pressing against the flimsy fabric of her gown. Joan writhed her body as he caressed her covered tits, but she didn't reach for him. She knew this was what he wanted to do, to feel hers, to play with her body. His hands on her tits, squeezing the firm flesh, tweaking her sensitive nipples, was making her cunt throb, making her clit become enflamed.
Keeping one hand on her tit, Eric caressed downward, feeling across her now trembling stomach. He fondled with a light touch at the mound of her cunt hair, then stroked one of her thighs, going to her knee and back up again. He dug his fingers into her firm thigh flesh, and Joan made a soft whimper of pleasure. She spread her legs as his hand slipped between them, pressing her gown against her cunt as he cupped her pussy. Joan could not resist arching her pussy into his hand.
Eric leaned down and flicked his tongue about one of her nipples straining at the fabric. Joan trembled when he pulled her nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Now she could not keep from touching him. She slid her hand between his thighs and closed her fingers about his cock, feeling his prick through his tight shorts. Her son's cock throbbed so deliciously against her hand. She jacked on his prick as best she could through his shorts, feeling a moist spot where his piss hole pressed. Sliding her hand down, she cupped his balls and held them, and she was not at all surprised when Eric moved his hot lips down on her body, licking at the fabric of her gown. As he pressed his lips between her thighs, kissing her cunt through her gown, Joan almost came. She lifted her hips and twisted her cunt into his mouth, mewling softly, squeezing at his covered balls. Her pussy was becoming very wet, and the juices soaked through her gown. When Eric buried his face between her thighs, leaning over her, Joan began to grind slowly, pressing her cunt into his face.
While Eric kissed and licked through her gown, he was drawing it up her thighs. Joan clutched his precious balls with an eager hand, breathing harshly as excitement burned through her.
It was obvious that Marty had told his brother what she and he had done that day. Now Eric was anxious to do the same thing.
When he had her gown almost to her hips, he lifted his face and scooted his mouth along the creamy inner surface of one thigh, shoving her gown higher. Joan lifted her ass and helped him, bringing the gown to her waist. Eric licked and sucked at the softness of her inner thighs, his chin brushing at her hairy, bubbling cunt, making Joan moan with increasing pleasure. She was thrilled to feel the wetness of his tongue moving about her inner thighs, excited when he sucked the sensitive flesh between his lips. He licked at her creamy thighs slowly, his hot breath searing her flesh. Joan kept her grip on his sweet balls, twisting them gently through his shorts.
And then Eric kissed her cunt.
His wet lips pressed into the hairy crotch, burning the flesh of her cunt lips and swollen clit. Joan gave a soft gasp of delight, pressing her cunt upwards. Her son shoved his hands underneath her ass, cupping the round, firm ass cheeks as he buried his mouth eagerly into her pussy. He was on his knees, and she could keep her grip on his balls as he began to lick his tongue up and down the throbbing wetness of her cunt. It seemed to Joan that Eric would lick one sensitive cunt lip, then the other. Sometimes his tongue would flick about her distended clit, sending a shudder of ecstasy through her. The way he squeezed her naked ass cheeks served only to bring her passions to a boil.
While still licking at her hairy cunt, Eric kept a tight grip on one cheek of his mother's ass, the other hand moving about the swell of the other, over the back of her thighs, then returning to that creamy ass check again. She could hear the soft sounds of his sucking, his licking. She lifted her crotch higher, urging her son to thrust his tongue into her inflamed cunt.
Releasing his balls for a while, Joan fondled up and down the backs of his thighs, over his ass cheeks and between his legs. Her hand became feverish with movement as her son darted his tongue in and out of her slippery pussy. She squeezed his hard cock, twisted at his balls, dug her hands into the cheeks of his ass and kept up a twisting, gyrating motion with her crotch against his mouth and tongue. She was burning up because of the way Eric licked at her pussy. He would swipe his tongue along one cunt lip, trace it to her clit and then lick down the other pussy lip, almost to her asshole. He swirled his tongue about a curvy cheek of her ass, then dipped his tongue deeply into her eager pussy, thrust back and forth and repeated the same thing again.