Through the erotic haze in her mind, Joan could feel those two assholes gripping her plunging fingers, and it seemed to make the cocks throb harder in her mouth. The boys, very excited, fucked their mother's mouth with total abandonment, grunting with ecstasy. Neither attempted to pull her fingers from their tight assholes; her fingers increased their pleasure intensely.
Her mouth was watering with eager anticipation of sweet spurting come juice. Although they were fucking her mouth, Joan could suck and lick and she did so with a great deal of relish and enjoyment. Her fingers kept up a relentless fucking into those tight assholes. She could feel them contract about her deeply plunging fingers, making her squeal around whichever cock was fucking into her mouth. She no longer knew whose cock was fucking her mouth, nor did she care. They were her sons, and that was all she cared about.
Both Eric and Marty were turning her head now. She no longer moved, but just lay there and allowed them to twist her face back and forth. Her eyes were open, but so glassy she couldn't see anything but hazy outlines of them.
One of the boys was holding her head tightly with both hands now, fucking his cock back and forth almost violently, fucking her swiftly. She felt the cock begin to throb more powerfully between her lips. Then the hot gush of come juice flooded her mouth. Joan gave a muffled squeal of ecstasy as the cock filled her mouth. She tasted the thick sweetness as come juice covered her tongue as it flowed down her burning throat. She plunged her fingers faster into the two clinging assholes.
She was still sucking wildly on the gushing cock when she became aware of come juice splashing against her face. With one cock spurting into her mouth and another coming off directly into her face, covering her nose, eyes, cheeks, Joan's cunt burst into a powerful convulsive orgasm that caused her hips to swing high into the air.
The cock in her mouth finished squirting, and Joan quickly turned her mouth to the prick gushing into her face. But she was too late; all she caught was the final spurt of come juice on her outstretched tongue.
She pulled her fingers from their gripping assholes and smiled, her hips finally becoming still. Her face was covered with come juice, the taste lingering in her mouth.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered in a soft voice. "That was so fucking good!"
"I couldn't wait, Mom," Marty said. "I had to come! I didn't mean to come in your face."
"Oh, baby! I'm so glad you did," Joan said. "I loved the way it felt. Oh, my face is so fucking wet and sticky now."
She wiped her fingers along her cheek and nose, then pushed them into her mouth, licking at them.
"As much as I hate to," she murmured, "I guess I better go wash my face. I'd rather leave the come juice on it, though."
She stood on wobbly legs, and swung her rounded, smooth ass tantalizingly as she went into the house, knowing her two boys were watching her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening, Joan knew things were getting ahead of her.
But she didn't care.
If the boys wanted to come on her face, she was more than willing, actually eager, for them to do so. They could come any place they wanted on her slender body – her tits, her stomach, her face, her cunt, thighs, even her ass, if they wanted to do that.
And they could piss all over her if that was what excited them.
They could piss on her tits, her cunt, even into her face if they wanted to. She would hold still for them, in any position they desired, and let that hot pids flow over her naked body.
There was nothing she would not do with her sons – nothing at all, no matter what it was.
Wearing a floor-length nightgown of gauzy material, she entered the living room where Eric and Marty were. The dark nipples could be seen, and the triangle of her cunt hair was teasingly outlined. The round cheeks of her ass and long slim thighs could be seen through the garment. It concealed, and, at the same time, revealed.
Eric and Marty wore shorts, and their cocks and balls made delicious bulges.
She sat between them, and each boy placed an arm about her, one around her waist and the other around her shoulders. There was almost total silence in the room. The television was off, and only the ticking of a clock could be heard. The hand over her shoulders cupped a firm, spongy tit, and the one around her waist moved downward. Joan lifted her ass as Eric shaved his hand underneath it. Marty squeezed his mother's tit while Eric squeezed her ass, and Joan mewled with pleasure. She placed her hands on those sweet lumps inside their shorts feeling their cocks and balls.
She knew what she wanted of them, but it wasn't time yet.
She leaned back, her head resting on the back of the couch as the boys felt her up.
The two cocks began to swell beneath her hands, and she pressured against them. She squeezed the cocks as they grew into full hardness and stroked her palms about them as Marty pulled her gown up, revealing her slim thighs, then the curls of her cunt.
Eric tugged the top of her gown away, exposing her full springy tits with those throbbing, erect nipples.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "What are you two going to do with me? I mean, to me? I hope you're going to do something delicious, like fuck me."
Both cocks were firm now, and she clawed the crotches of the shorts out of the way. Gripping a cock in each hot hand, Joan jacked up and down on them. She turned her lips toward Eric and shoved her tongue into his mouth as he kissed her. Then she did the same thing to Marty. When Marty plunged his tongue into her mouth, Joan sucked as if she were sucking his sweet hard cock. As she sucked on Marty's tongue, she felt Eric closing his hips about one of her tingling nipples. A hand – either Marty's or Eric's – was sliding along her smooth thigh, the fingers moving between. As the fingers reached her cunt, she spread her legs wide, one each dangling over a thigh of her two sons. As Eric pulled his mouth from Marty's tongue, she looked down her body just as her oldest son slipped his finger into her hairy cunt.
"Ooooo, fuck me with your finger, darling," she cooed in a hot voice. "Fuck mother's cunt with your finger! Ahhh, finger fuck my pussy, Eric!"
As Eric fucked his finger in and out of his mother's hairy, slippery, wet pussy, he jacked on the two cocks with an almost frantic motion. Her hips writhed as Eric fucked his finger in and out of her fiery cunt.
But it was not a finger-fuck she wanted.
"Oooooo, eat me!" she urged in a thick voice. "Oh, please eat my cunt, Eric! Tongue my pussy, darling… lick mother's hot snatch! Please, oh please… eat my cunt, baby!"
With a low laugh, Eric went to his knees between her widely spread thighs. Joan looked down her body, her eyes glassy again, watching her son lick along the inner surfaces of her creamy thighs, working his way up to the hairy wetness of her cunt. She clung to Marty's cock tightly as she shivered with anticipation.
Eric placed his lips directly upon her hairy cunt, kissing her pussy with a wet sound. Joan arched her hips into his face, grinding slowly, gurgling with pleasure. As her crotch smeared his face, Eric licked the puffy, sensitive cunt lips and twirled his tongue about her rigid, knotted clit Joan squealed and began pumping her crotch into her son's face. When his tongue dipped into her bubbling, steaming cunt, she screamed softly.
"Eat me! Lick me! Suck my cunt! Tongue fuck mother's hot pussy, Eric! Ohhh, tongue-fuck me… lick my twat, my snatch, my pussy, my cunt!"