"We could call her," Joyce suggested. "Make up some excuse to get her here, couldn't we?"
"Suppose David or Mike told her about what we're doing?" Bobby said. "She wouldn't come here then."
Joyce frowned, thinking. "You know, I have an idea she knows. I'm willing to bet they've told her already. Shari, didn't you tell me Sandra was fucking her brothers?"
"She fucked Mike that day," Shari replied.
"Then I would say she was a hot-cunted little girl, wouldn't you?"
"She was that day," Shari laughed. "She fucked the piss out of Mike!"
Breakfast finished and the dishes done, Joyce went to her room and dressed. Again she wore tight jeans and a shirt. She knew by this time that her son loved to see her in tight jeans. She did not wear a bra, enjoying the feel of freedom, her nipples poking at the thin fabric. She liked the way her tits were slightly visible.
The day was getting hotter, and she suspected they were in for a new heat wave. They sat under the huge oak at noon, sipping on ice-cold lemonade. It was just too hot to go searching the grove in the chance of catching Sandra alone. She was the last one that forced Shari to fuck David, and Joyce was determined to get her hands on the beautiful little girl. No thought of revenge was in her mind now, only the pleasure she was getting, and the obvious pleasure her children got from this. She had no doubts now that both Mike and David had enjoyed themselves and felt they had no fear of her.
There was only the slightest breeze, and Joyce opened her shirt to it, her tits naked. Shari, seeing this, did the same to her blouse. Bobby, of course, was shirtless.
"I sure am hot," Shari complained.
"Where?" Bobby teased. "Between the legs?"
"Oh, you!" Shari said, laughing. "All you think about is cunt, Bobby."
"What am I supposed to think about with all this naked tit in my fucking face," he retorted. "Besides, you only think about hard cock lately, so what's the difference?"
"That's enough, you two," Joyce said. "It's too hot to argue."
"We could fuck instead," Bobby suggested, rubbing the front of his pants.
"Not out here," Shari complained. "We'd have to go in the house and turn the air conditioner on."
Joyce spread her legs. "I should have put on shorts," she said. "Or at least a dress. And no panties!"
"I'd like that," Bobby murmured, rubbing his finger along the head of his cock beneath his cut-offs.
"Maybe I could catch some air between my legs then."
"It's for sure you'd catch something between your legs, Mom," Bobby said.
"I know." She smiled at him. "Like your hard cock, huh?"
Bobby didn't seem to be affected by the heat at all. His cock was standing hard inside his shorts, his swollen prickhead protruding openly from the fringe. He wasn't even sweating as his mother and sister were doing. He pulled the leg of his cut-offs to one side, so his cock was free. Despite the heat, both Shari and Joyce looked at his prick with interest. His cock was dripping from his piss hole, and Joyce licked at her lips with anticipation. Beads of moisture stood on her upper lip, and her tits were wet with sweat, too. Shari, also, had sweat running down her tits, but her eyes glowed as she looked at her brother's throbbing cock.
"Come here, honey," Joyce said. "I'll suck your prick off for you. Rather, you can fuck me in my mouth. It's even too hot out here for me to suck."
"We could go in the house," he suggested. "It's cooler."
"I don't want to move right now," his mother said, slumping in the lawn chair, her legs wide apart, her tits swelling with the heat. "Fuck my mouth, okay?"
Bobby stood at her side and Joyce turned her head to him. With his cock sticking from the fringed leg of his cut-offs, she opened her mouth as he shoved forward. Closing her lips about his prick, Bobby began to fuck back and forth. Shari, on the other side of her mother, watched with interest, her hand inside her shorts now. Bobby fucked slowly in and out of his mother's lips, fucking her. He was not in a real frenzy to come off, but simply enjoyed the sensation of her hot, wet mouth on his cock.
Joyce closed her eyes and relaxed, but kept her lips tight on his prick. She, too, enjoyed the throbbing hardness of his cock fucking her mouth. Despite the steamy heat of the day, she could always enjoy this… if she didn't have to move very much. She found herself enjoying her son's cock more and more.
She had, also, enjoyed fucking Mike and making David suck her cunt. Perhaps it was their youth. But she had always loved to fuck and suck on a cock. The idea that all of them, including Bobby and Shari, were just children seemed to increase her erotic desires. There was something fresh and exciting about their young bodies that appealed to her erotic nature.
Her tongue licked slowly as her son fucked in and out of her mouth, the hardness of his prick throbbing against her lips, making them tingle with pleasure. She loved the way his smoothly swollen cockhead felt against the roof of her mouth and tongue, the way his prick dripped until she had to swallow frequently. She loved the way he held the back of her head, stabbing as far as he could into her mouth, his round prickhead brushing at her throat. She especially loved when his cock was almost out of her mouth, with just his sweet piss hole inside, spurting his delicious, sweet-tasting come juice over her tongue.
Bobby fucked his mother's mouth slowly, without the furious movements he usually used. It gave Joyce more time to savor his cock, more time to taste and enjoy his prick. Sometimes she wanted him to fuck her mouth in a brutal frenzy of delight, and other times she wanted to be mouthfucked nice and slow as he was doing now.
Bobby felt his balls draw up tight, and he fucked a little faster. Joyce felt his prick throbbing stronger between her lips and gave a soft mewl of pleasure, realizing he was about to come. Her tongue moved about his hard cock, licking in a faster movement.
When his prick spurted, Bobby held himself still, not moving at all, just the head of his cock between his mother's lips. Joyce murmured softly as his come juice splashed over her tongue. The sweetness of his come juice thrilled her, as his jizz always did. She swallowed, lapping the tip of her tongue over his spewing piss hole, soft moans of pleasure bubbling from her.
Finished, Bobby pulled his cock from her clinging lips. Joyce reached up and caressed his prick, then kissed the very tip of his cock. "That was sweet, darling," she whispered, licking her lips.
They heard a soft giggle, and Joyce, Bobby, and Shari looked up in surprise. Sandra stood near the edge of the orange grove peeking at them.
CHAPTER NINE
"Mom, she saw you!" Shari shouted.
Joyce remained where she was, gazing at the pretty blonde girl. Bobby, shocked, stood next to his mother with his cock hanging from his shorts. Sandra stared back at them.
"Don't worry, Shari," Joyce said, noticing the fear in her daughter's voice. "We certainly don't have anything to be concerned about, remember?"
"I forgot," Shari murmured.
Sandra remained where she was, still staring at the three. She was wearing jeans and a sleeveless blouse, scuffed sneakers on her feet. As usual, her hair was pulled back in twin ponytails. Joyce thought the girl looked far too sweet and innocent to have been fucking her brothers, let alone a party to what they had done to Shari. Sandra looked as if she had never heard of sex, not even the word.
Lifting her hand, Joyce crooked her finger at the girl. "Come over here, Sandra," she said in a quiet voice.
Sandra approached. There was no fear on her sweet, innocent face. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with an inner mischief. She came to stand near Joyce's knees, but her eyes were now fixed upon Bobby's still-exposed cock.
"How long have you been standing there, Sandra?" Joyce asked, her voice still quiet. "What did you see?"