"I've heard about cunts like you," he said, sounding angry now. "I've heard about you cunts. I know why you brought me in the bathroom. You don't like to fuck, but you sure love to suck cock, don't you? I bet you like this, too!"
And he began pissing on her.
Susan gasped, watching the golden stream splash onto her thigh, then climb higher, going toward her cunt. The feel of his warm piss or her sent shivers up and down her spine. There was an immediate response in her cunt as he started pissing directly onto it. Her clit swelled beneath the spraying piss, her cunt hair was matted by it. Her hips moved upward of their own accord, and her hands grabbed for her cunt. She pulled the lips of her pussy wide, sobbing softly as the teen pissed into her cunt. She closed her eyes, not wanting the teen to see her ecstasy in them, but she could hear his lewd laugh as he continued to piss upon her cunt.
She began to come, unable to stop it. Her cunt twitched with orgasm as he drenched it with his warm piss. She bit into her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. She fought to hold her hips still, not wanting the teen to know how much she liked this.
At last he finished, and he shook his cock, making a final drop strike dear her belly button. The floor beneath her was a mess, and she rested her ass in it. The teen was dressing now as she watched him. She wanted him out of the house as quickly as possible.
"I'm gonna wait until your daughter comes home," he said, buttoning his shirt. "I wanna fuck her cute ass. I bet she's a real good fuck, too."
"No, you're going," Susan said in a firm voice. She stood up, hands on her hips, her tits thrusting out. "You're going to leave and not come back."
The teen's expression changed to sudden fear. He knew that she could do what she threatened. No one would believe this beautiful woman had enticed him. The only thing he could do was hang his head in defeat.
"Now that you've fucked yourself up with me," Susan said sternly, "you can go. And I don't want to see you around here ever again."
CHAPTER NINE
Susan had showered and dressed before Tracy and Bill came from school.
If things had been different with the neighbor, it would have been so good, she knew. The way he pissed on her cunt had felt very good. She had come, but not as hard as she wanted. If be had not turned mean on her, her orgasms would have shook her body violently she suspected. If the teen had accepted her as she was, he could have fucked her and perhaps joined in with the three of them. But Susan didn't want anyone making demands of her, or of Tracy. She wanted total cooperation and not force.
Maybe that was why she enjoyed fucking with her son and daughter so much. They enjoyed it with her and there were no demands or force used. They did what they wanted with each other, and it seemed that their minds were always on the same wavelength. Both Bill and Tracy were as erotic as she was, always eager to do different things with one another. They went into their erotic games with delight, accepting and giving. The neighbor would have turned their pleasure into something cruel and filthy.
Bill came in as she was preparing vegetables for a stew. She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. He was sweaty and still in his gym shorts. Beads of sweat ran down his smooth chest. She smiled at him, giving her ass a twist.
Bill grinned and pressed up against her ass, sliding his arms under hers and cupping his mother's tits. She arched her ass against him, offering her lips to him. Feeling his cock swell against her ass, she dropped what she was doing and turned to face him.
"I think I feel something nice and hard down there, baby," she giggled, her hand between their bodies and down inside his gym shorts. "Yes, I definitely feel something hard in your pants."
Bill worked at her blouse, opening it to expose his mother's lovely tits. He sucked on her nipple and rubbed at her ass while she stroked his cock. Bill lifted his mother's dress in back, caressing the tight nylon of her bikini panties with eager hands.
"We better do something about this wonderful hard-on, Billy," she murmured hotly. "Your cock feels like you're going to come any time. Did some girl at school get you started?"
"Only you, Mother," he said, close to her tit. "I got to thinking about you and couldn't wait to get home."
"Mmmmm, you're sweet," she whispered and kissed the top of his head. She went to her knees before him, sliding her hand into the wide leg of his gym shorts. She pulled his cock from inside and kissed his swollen cockhead, tasting the wetness of his piss-hole on her lips. "Nice, honey," she whispered. "So very nice. I love it when you come home with a hard-on for me."
Susan slipped her son's cock into her mouth, her lips gliding along it in soft heat. Shoving the leg of his gym shorts farther away, she lifted his balls out. Holding his cock tightly with her lips, she ran her tongue around and pressed his balls to her chin. There was a distinct sweaty smell on his cock and balls, but it seemed to excite her very much. It was a clean smell of a teen active in school athletics, not the strong locker room sort of scent.
Bill stood before his kneeling mother, holding her shoulders as she sucked on his cock. Susan didn't suck frantically, but in a loving and tender way, her lips holding his prick tightly, her tongue moving. She caressed his balls in a hot hand and stroked his ass with the other. She rubbed her naked nipples about his thighs, feeling them tingle as they brushed his flesh.
Closing her eyes in ecstasy, Susan ran her lips back and forth on her son's cock, her mouth watering as her lips tingled. The hand on his ass cupped a cheek, squeezing him gently. Susan slipped her fingers into the crack of her son's ass and she rubbed lightly about his asshole, making her son shiver in pleasure. The more she rubbed at his tiny asshole, the more excited she became. Susan started sucking faster and harder on her son's cock, making soft whimpering sounds. She pressed a finger hard upon his puckered asshole, bringing a grunt from her son.
Feeling the hot tightness of his asshole gave Susan an idea. She pulled her mouth off his wet cock and looked up at him. "Darling," she whispered throatily, "want to fuck me in my ass?"
"In your ass, Mother?"
She nodded, grinning at him and rubbing the dripping piss-hole of his cock about her chin. "Yes, in my ass."
Bill nodded his agreement, his eyes sparkling with a bright, lewd gleam. "Sure, mother."
Susan, mewling softly, turned and went to her hands and knees, waggling her ass for him. "You have to pull my panties down, baby," she said.
Bill lifted his mother's dress, draping it about her waist. Gripping her tight panties he pulled them to her thighs about half way. The spreading cheeks of her ass looked very enticing to him. The tight pucker of her asshole seemed to wink, and she, could see the dark hairs curling up toward it from her cunt.
"Kiss it, honey," Susan murmured, her head twisted over her shoulder, eyes smoldering. "Kiss mother's ass first, baby. Kiss it real nicely, with your tongue. Kiss mother's ass and lick it with your tongue, baby!"
Bill leaned down, kissing the spreading cheeks of his mother's ass, then swiping his tongue around her smooth, delicious flesh. He scraped his tongue across the crack and licked her other asscheek. Susan wiggled her uplifted ass and sobbed in soft pleasure. Bill slipped his tongue into the crack and swirled the tip about his mother's asshole, feeling the heat against his face.
"Oooooh, that's very nice, Bill!" Susan mewled. "Your tongue is hot and wet! Mmmm, baby, lick my asshole! Tongue my asshole, baby!"
Bill's tongue swirled around and around his mother's asshole as he gripped her hips. He probed his tongue at the tightness, and when his mother relaxed, slipped it into her. Susan squealed and moved her ass back into his face.