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Ted laughed up at her as she held his cock, seeing his mother's glassy eyes as she watched him pissing.
Her mouth was open, and she seemed to be breathing fast, her tits rising and failing, her nipples swelling.
"That looks beautiful," Joan whispered. "I like to watch you piss, honey."
She moved his cock, trying to make the stream wavy, but when she did that, he pissed on the floor more
than in the toilet. When he finished, Joan kept holding his cock, not shaking it the way she had last night.
There was a glazed expression in her eyes as she slowly went to her knees. Pushing at his hip, she turned
her son around so that her eyes were on a level with his cock. A golden drop of piss clung to his
piss-hole, and with a low sobbing sound, Joan snaked her tongue out and used the tip to flick the drop
of piss from him. Closing her fist about his cock, she looked up at her son, her beautiful face contorted
with a perverse expression of erotic desire.
Another golden drop of piss formed on his piss-hole, and she looked at it for a long, breathless moment,
then her tongue sneaked out again. She ran her tongue over the head of her son's cock, circling his
piss-hole. Then, with a soft moan, flicked her tongue at the drop of piss and drew it into her mouth.
Running her tongue about inside her mouth and tasting his piss, a shudder went through her. With a cry
of pleasure, she buried her face against his cock and balls, wrapping her arms around his hips and
clutching his young ass with tight hands.
"Oooo, you're so fucking sweet, Ted!"
She moaned against his cock and balls. Twisting her face about, she rubbed his sweetness about her
cheeks and nose and chin, then began to kiss at his cock and balls hungrily.
"You feel so good against my face," she murmured, caressing her cheek along his cock. "I love the feel
of your cock against my face."
Feeling his cock swell, Joan drew back and stared at it, her eyes very hot, moist and wide open. She sat
on her heels, knees wide, holding his balls with one hand now, her other still clutching his tight ass
cheek. Moving her ass, she pressed one heel against her cunt, feeling the pressure grow into a wet heat
there. Releasing his balls, she closed her fist about his cock and looked up at him, jerking her fist slowly
as his prick turned into that beautiful, desirable hardness.
Ted looked down at his mother, neither of them speaking, their breathing loud in the small bathroom.
Still gazing up at her son, Joan pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, -kissing it. The tip of her tongue
came out and she began to make hot, wet circles about the swollen head, flicking the tip gently and
caressing his flaring piss-hole. She placed her lips just over the piss-hole, kissing it as her tongue swiped
slowly. She felt her son's body shake and she closed her fingers tighter into his ass cheek.
With a soft growl, Joan released his cock and moved her lips up and down the shaft, her tongue barely
touching it. The hard meat of his prick against her mouth felt wonderful to her. There was a delicious
sensation about running her burning lips up and down her son's throbbing cock. She swirled her tongue
into the wiry hair, then flicked his balls. She used the flat surface of her tongue now, licking at his cock
from base to piss-hole, slowly, the way a small child would savor an ice cream cone.
Ted's cock started seeping juices now, and as the juice beaded at his piss-hole, Joan licked them away.
She kept her tongue out of her mouth, running it up and down the hard shaft and circling the swollen
head, beginning to pant with hungry desire. The urge to suck her son's cock was strong, much stronger
than she had ever felt before. She had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock throbbing between her lips often,
yet somehow those urges to suck her son's cock off were especially strong.
Holding his cock at the base again, she ran her tongue about the deliciously smooth head, letting the heat
sear into her mouth. Each bubble of fluid that seeped from his piss-hole was quickly licked away by her
darting tongue. The taste of those juices created a hungry storm inside her naked body. They were more
delicious than ever because that slippery wetness came from her son's cock.
Ted stood looking down with anxious eyes, his hips arched outward. He rested one hand on top of his
mother's head. The heat of her wet tongue running up and down his cock gave him many thrills that were
different than fucking Fawn or his mother. Each of them had felt good, but this was different. His
mother's mouth and tongue gave him an entirely different kind of ecstasy.
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Ted laughed up at her as she held his cock, seeing his mother's glassy eyes as she watched him pissing.
Her mouth was open, and she seemed to be breathing fast, her tits rising and failing, her nipples swelling.
"That looks beautiful," Joan whispered. "I like to watch you piss, honey."
She moved his cock, trying to make the stream wavy, but when she did that, he pissed on the floor more
than in the toilet. When he finished, Joan kept holding his cock, not shaking it the way she had last night.
There was a glazed expression in her eyes as she slowly went to her knees. Pushing at his hip, she turned
her son around so that her eyes were on a level with his cock. A golden drop of piss clung to his
piss-hole, and with a low sobbing sound, Joan snaked her tongue out and used the tip to flick the drop
of piss from him. Closing her fist about his cock, she looked up at her son, her beautiful face contorted
with a perverse expression of erotic desire.
Another golden drop of piss formed on his piss-hole, and she looked at it for a long, breathless moment,
then her tongue sneaked out again. She ran her tongue over the head of her son's cock, circling his
piss-hole. Then, with a soft moan, flicked her tongue at the drop of piss and drew it into her mouth.
Running her tongue about inside her mouth and tasting his piss, a shudder went through her. With a cry
of pleasure, she buried her face against his cock and balls, wrapping her arms around his hips and
clutching his young ass with tight hands.
"Oooo, you're so fucking sweet, Ted!"
She moaned against his cock and balls. Twisting her face about, she rubbed his sweetness about her
cheeks and nose and chin, then began to kiss at his cock and balls hungrily.
"You feel so good against my face," she murmured, caressing her cheek along his cock. "I love the feel
of your cock against my face."
Feeling his cock swell, Joan drew back and stared at it, her eyes very hot, moist and wide open. She sat
on her heels, knees wide, holding his balls with one hand now, her other still clutching his tight ass
cheek. Moving her ass, she pressed one heel against her cunt, feeling the pressure grow into a wet heat
there. Releasing his balls, she closed her fist about his cock and looked up at him, jerking her fist slowly
as his prick turned into that beautiful, desirable hardness.
Ted looked down at his mother, neither of them speaking, their breathing loud in the small bathroom.
Still gazing up at her son, Joan pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, -kissing it. The tip of her tongue
came out and she began to make hot, wet circles about the swollen head, flicking the tip gently and
caressing his flaring piss-hole. She placed her lips just over the piss-hole, kissing it as her tongue swiped
slowly. She felt her son's body shake and she closed her fingers tighter into his ass cheek.
With a soft growl, Joan released his cock and moved her lips up and down the shaft, her tongue barely
touching it. The hard meat of his prick against her mouth felt wonderful to her. There was a delicious
sensation about running her burning lips up and down her son's throbbing cock. She swirled her tongue
into the wiry hair, then flicked his balls. She used the flat surface of her tongue now, licking at his cock
from base to piss-hole, slowly, the way a small child would savor an ice cream cone.
Ted's cock started seeping juices now, and as the juice beaded at his piss-hole, Joan licked them away.
She kept her tongue out of her mouth, running it up and down the hard shaft and circling the swollen
head, beginning to pant with hungry desire. The urge to suck her son's cock was strong, much stronger
than she had ever felt before. She had enjoyed the feel of a hard cock throbbing between her lips often,
yet somehow those urges to suck her son's cock off were especially strong.
Holding his cock at the base again, she ran her tongue about the deliciously smooth head, letting the heat
sear into her mouth. Each bubble of fluid that seeped from his piss-hole was quickly licked away by her
darting tongue. The taste of those juices created a hungry storm inside her naked body. They were more
delicious than ever because that slippery wetness came from her son's cock.
Ted stood looking down with anxious eyes, his hips arched outward. He rested one hand on top of his
mother's head. The heat of her wet tongue running up and down his cock gave him many thrills that were
different than fucking Fawn or his mother. Each of them had felt good, but this was different. His
mother's mouth and tongue gave him an entirely different kind of ecstasy.
Joan could no longer keep teasing herself this way. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]