CHAPTER FOUR
Joan felt very happy.
She was happy with herself and, in particular, happy with Eric and Marty. They had jumped into this without any qualms, without shame. That pleased her very much. Yet, what pleased her more then anything else was their total lack of inhibitions. They were so curious about the erotic aspects between men and women, there was nothing they would not do.
The past two days told her that. The morning after she had fucked her oldest son, Joan climbed into her tub and bathed, something she did each morning without fail. She luxuriated in the scented bubbles for over half an hour, then dried herself. She chose a delicate scent, dabbing it at strange areas of her body. By the time she finished, she was bubbling with anticipation.
Her boys were so horny!
It was delicious because they were so horny.
And so was she!
Eric and Marty, she knew without a doubt, would poke and prod those beautiful hard cocks into her body… into any hot hole she presented them with.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling to herself, thinking, Holes… that's something I certainly have. I've got holes for them. Her eyes sparkled with ideas.
Holes…
Plural, not singular.
She smiled at her reflection again. Why, you wicked, erotic cunt, she said to herself. You have enough hot fucking holes in your body for those two horny boys and one left over!
It was close to ten in the morning by the time she finished with her body. She had not heard any sounds coming from the house, and she hoped they had not left. Her cunt was again pulsating with greedy desire. She struck a lewd pose before the mirrored wall, her shapely tits arching out, high and firm, nipples succulent, her pelvis thrust forward and one hand on a hip.
"Okay, you hot-assed cunt," she whispered to her reflection, "go get them!"
With her naked ass swinging seductively, Joan left her bedroom and walked down the hall, peeking into the boys' rooms. Each room was empty. She entered the living room, finding Marty there alone.
He was on the phone, and she paused to listen to what he was saying.
She smiled softly as she heard Marty say how tight her cunt was, how wild she wiggled her ass when he had his cock up her twat. She heard her youngest son say that her cunt was always hot for a cock. Hearing him, not knowing who he was talking to, Joan felt her pussy bubble with steamy heat. She almost came when she heard her son saying he was going to fuck her when she got out of bed.
She watched him hang the phone up, then grinned as he turned and saw her standing there naked.
"There isn't any reason to talk about fucking me, baby," she whispered sensuously. "Especially not when I'm standing here and damn well available for it."
Marty's gaze moved over his mother's glowing, satiny body. He licked his lips as he looked from her tits to the thick triangle of cunt hair. Joan struck an inviting pose, jutting her hip and propping her hand there. Her shapely tits swelled out invitingly. Then Joan slowly spread one long, smooth leg, lifting her foot from the floor so she could reveal her hair-rimmed pussy.
Her gaze moved to the front of his pants.
His cock was starting to bulge up, straining. Joan ran her tongue over her lips suggestively, fingering the edges of her cunt hair with a fingertip.
Marty was on the floor, his back against the cushions of the couch. He straightened his legs out, his cock bulging against his pants. Joan began moving toward her son, her hips swaying as she twisted gently at her swollen nipples.
She stood before Marty, legs wide, hips arching forward. Marty gazed at his mother, his head turned back, looking between her creamy thighs. The pinkness of her cunt was moist and slippery looking, the tip of her clit peeking at him. Spreading her feet on each side of her son's legs, Joan began to move slowly, inching her way toward his face. She stood with her cunt hovering a few inches above his face now, her inner thighs against his shoulders. She parted the thick cunt hair with two fingers, placing her other hand on the back of his head.
"Kiss it," she murmured, seeing his eyes glowing. "Kiss mother's cunt, baby."
Marty licked his lips, glanced up at her passionate expression. He placed his hands on her hips, watching as his mother moved that hairy, wet pussy closer to his mouth.
"Kiss it," she said throatily.
Joan pulled her son's face between her thighs, but slowly and gently. She twisted her crotch erotically and finally felt his mouth at her cunt. She gave a soft cry of delight and held his head with both hands, moving her cunt about his mouth. She saw haw the thick hair of her cunt almost concealed his young face. His nose was buried, as were his cheeks, and only his eyes flamed up from her cunt hair. Pressing her hot inner thighs against his face, she moved his head about, smearing his young mouth, chin, and checks with the heat of her wet cunt.
"Kiss it, Marty," she said again, her voice low and husky. "Kiss it for me, please!"
She felt her son's lips part, and then he was kissing her pussy. Joan gurgled with pleasure when his lips grasped the tingling knot of her clit. She wiggled her naked ass, pressing her cunt harder into his face, still holding him by the back of his head.
"Use your tongue!" she cried with passion. "Marty, lick it with your tongue!"
She felt his tongue swipe along the fiery lips of her cunt, and her naked body shivered in ecstasy. She drew his face tighter into her cunt as he licked, and then she squealed as his tongue thrust between the tight, hairy lips.
"Oooo, yes, yes!" she whimpered, grinding her naked ass now. "Use that tongue on mother's cunt, baby! Oh, God! Tongue mother's cunt! Eat it… lick it… OOOO, suck my hot pussy, Marty!"
She felt her son's hands slide up the backs of her shaking thighs, soft yet eager. His hands cupped the cheeks of her bunching ass, holding her, shoving his face harder into her very wet cunt. Although she knew there was no reason to hold his head now, she continued to do so. Her hips would not be still; they moved and slipped and revolved into his face as he licked and sucked noisily. She could feel his tongue plunging into her cunt the way she felt his cock. She was making soft mewling sounds as her son sucked and licked hungrily.
"Tongue fuck… tongue fuck me! Oohhh, fuck my hairy, hot cunt with your sweet, sweet tongue! Lick mother's hot pussy, eat my twat… suck my snatch, Marty!"
Holding his head tightly, she began to grind her cunt into his face mindlessly, already clutched by those delicious orgasms desired above all else. Her tight tits jiggled as she humped her cunt into his face, her nipples swollen, throbbing sweetly. She felt her son dig his fingers into the tight flesh of her rounded ass, as if he were trying to pull her cunt tighter against his devouring mouth. Her knees were bent slightly, yet her silky inner thighs brushed his cheeks. The orgasms grew in strength, and she threw her head back, wailing with ecstasy as his tongue plunged up and down. The orgasms were creating a strong suction with her cunt lips, drawing at Marty's tongue the way her pussy did on a cock.
Finally her naked body shuddered with one long drawn-out orgasm. She remained over her son's face for a while, his lips kissing and his tongue licking in a gentle way now, not frantically plunging into her cunt. Her vision cleared, and she looked down into his glassy eyes, seeing the expressions of his pleasure.
Pulling her clit from his face, she saw that his cheeks and his were smeared with the slippery fluids of her cunt. She squatted quickly, holding his head as she pressed her lips to his cunt-wet mouth, kissing him passionately. Then, to Marty's surprise, his mother began licking at his face, lapping the cunt fluids from him.
"Ooooo, that was beautiful!" she cooed and held him tight against her naked tits; "You're a fantastic cunt licker, baby."