Linda was moaning with hot desire, her lips racing frantically up and down her son's cock. Dan was making wild grunts as his growing discharge burned Within his writhing, tightening balls. Linda knew his orgasm was close now. She could feel the increased throbbing of his cock, and she sucked desperately, wanting his come juice to spurt.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and jacked on his prick hard and fast, her eyes gazing at the flaring piss hole. "Come!" she begged huskily. "Ohhhh, come, darling! Let I this beautiful hard cock come! Don't try to stop it… I want it! I want it squirting into my hot mouth! Come, Dan, come!"
And her mouth raced up and down his cock again, her tongue feverish as she licked wantonly.
She had his cock deep in her mouth when she felt him shoot his come juice.
"Mmmmm!" she gurgled, sucking up swiftly with her hot lips until she held only the
cockhead between them. She raced-her tongue about his piss hole as his come juice bubbled forth, flooding her mouth with the thick sweetness. At the taste of her son's come juice filling her hungry mouth, her cunt seemed to burst. She came in a powerful wave, her stomach clenching from the force of her orgasm. She ran her tongue about his gushing piss hole, not wanting to miss any of it, not wanting to miss the taste of it. She had to swallow once before he finished coming, or she would have had come juice dribbling from the stretched corners of her mouth.
At the instant Dan started to come, he had dug his fingers harshly into his mother's tit. But she felt no pain, only pleasure.
The thick sweetness that flooded her mouth sent her mind reeling into an erotic orbit. She whimpered as his cock kept squirting, filling her mouth, burning down her throat as she began to swallow his sweet come juice again.
She was disappointed when he finished squirting.
Holding his cock in her mouth, she ran her tongue about the piss hole until she was certain he had no more come juice to give her. Licking up, she drew her lips from his prick with a soft, moist sound.
She rested her cheek upon his cock, looking up his body and into his eyes. "Was it good,
Dan?" He nodded, too weak to reply. "You like being sucked off, honey?" Again he nodded.
"That's wonderful, darling," she murmured, nuzzling his cock and balls with her cheek, "because I want to suck your cock off time and again!"
She had turned her lips toward his prick, opening them to take his cock back inside her mouth, when the knocking on the front door stopped her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Shit!"
Linda stood up quickly, smoothing her dress, Dan jerked his cut-offs on and sat up, trying to appear as if he had been sitting there all morning, bored and with nothing to do.
Linda, irritated, answered the door.
"Oh, hello, Hank," she said to Amy's son. "I guess you're looking for Dan."
She opened the door wide to admit the teen. Her gaze moved over his body, seeing a similarity between him and her son. She wondered if Amy had really been just talking about fucking Hank, just exciting herself the way some people do by talking about such things.
She sat across from the two teens, who were on the couch, and watched them. Dan had recovered enough so that his nervousness was not obvious to Hank. They were about the same size, and only a few months apart in age. Linda wasn't hearing anything they talked about; she was watching Hank with eyes which held speculation. Like her son, he wore frayed cut-offs. It seemed to be the uniform of teens and girls during hot weather. Like her son, Hank was tanned nicely. He seemed to have more hair on his thighs than Dan, and
Linda wondered if his cock and ball were already deliciously hairy.
Thinking of cock and balls was becoming an obsession with her, she realized. Like now, she was looking at the front of Hank's cut-offs, trying to see if his cock could be seen. Some cut-offs were so short, she wondered how the guys and girls could wear them without something showing part of the time.
Linda was not surprised to find herself desiring to fuck Hank.
Now that she had fucked her son and sucked his cock off, she found Hank appealing as Dan was. As she remembered that conversation with Amy, her cunt pulsated gently between her thighs. She was sure Amy had not fucked her son. She was even more certain that Amy had been full of shit when she had mentioned fucking the two guys. Amy was all talk, she thought. Maybe Amy preferred licking her hairy cunt, and only talked about fucking the guys just to keep Linda in a high state of excited heat.
Linda thought that must be it.
Amy, with her strong desire to suck pussy, used such talk with her because she knew it worked to keep Linda's cunt in that intense state of bubbling heat. Maybe Amy didn't enjoy fucking, or enjoy the feel of a hard, throbbing cock. Maybe Amy preferred the soft, wet,
furry lips of a hot cunt against her face.
The more Linda thought Amy was like that, the more she looked at Hank. It would serve Amy right, she thought. It would serve her right if I fucked Hank. I could fuck her son and tell her about it, let her know that I know what she's been doing with me all this time.
But Linda did not want to provoke anger in Amy. They had been friends much too long now.
Dan stood up, saying something about going to the bathroom. Linda watched her son leave, feeling it would be nice to go with him, to hold his cock as he pissed. But Hank was there, and she wanted to gaze at his cut-offs right now, perhaps getting a glimpse of his cock. She lifted one leg and crossed her knees, knowing her creamy thigh flashed at the teen. She knew he saw, too, by the way his eyes lit up. Then he glanced away. Linda had never felt so bold in her life. She felt in the mood to tease, to see if she could arouse sexual interest in Hank, could make his cock hard. She felt very wicked with such thoughts.
A warm glow came over her as she noticed Hank peeking at her legs. She swung her foot to and fro, inching her skirt up as if by accident. The teen licked his lips as he tried to look at Linda without her knowing. There was a perceptible bulging in his cut-offs, and she felt
her cunt respond to this with a deep, burning throb.
Then Dan returned, and Linda was disappointed that the two teens were going to leave the house. She looked at Hank as he stood up, seeing the way his cock thrust against those cut-offs. She lifted her eyes to his and ran her tongue over her lips, letting him know in a not so-subtle way that she knew he had a hard-on. Hank gazed at her openly now, then turned and left the house with Dan.
"Oh, you're a hot fucker!" she whispered after the teens had gone. "You're as hot and horny as Dan."
She became impatient in the house alone. She paced about, her mind working a mile a minute. She knew what she was going to do now. That one quick, bold look from Hank was all she needed to know.
"You want to fuck me, Hank," she said out loud, hugging herself tightly. "Oh, you want to fuck me, all right! And, you sweet thing, you're going to get the fucking of your life!"
Linda was not sure how she would go about seducing Hank, but she knew there would be no difficulty. He was ready and anxious, of that she had no doubt.
As it turned out, Linda had no need to worry about how to seduce the teen.
An hour later she found Hank at the door alone.
"Where's Dan?" she asked, unable to keep a quiver of excitement out of her voice.
"Down there." Hank pointed up the street.
Linda stood in the door, looking at Hank, no longer concealing the desire she felt for him. "Will he be there long?"
Hank nodded, and she watched his gaze move about the swell of her tits. "May I have some water?" Hank asked.
She stepped aside so he could enter the house.
She shivered as his body brushed against hers. But Hank did not go to the kitchen for a drink of water. He stopped in the living room and faced Linda, his eyes bold, hot. She closed the door and leaned against it, watching him. This was no shy teen, she realized. She had known him for years, yet had never seen such heat and desire in his eyes. She was looking at a very erotic-minded teen, she knew. His eyes were undressing her, she felt. It was a nice, pleasant feeling to have him look at her this way. There didn't seem to be any reason for subtle passes, word play, teasing.