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erotic book - Horny Balling Mother by Kathy Andrews

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Chapter 1
Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.
She didn't blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and a luscious body. But Ted was still too
young to be interested in girls, at least she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn't so
sure.
The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float and dangled in the water, was the prettiest in
the apartment complex. Her skin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some very
beautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almost nonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny
patch of bright red and the top hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.
Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beauty of the female form as some
women would. She had always enjoyed looking at pretty girls as much as any man.
The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was a pretty name for a very pretty girl.
Fawn looked to be perhaps eighteen, nineteen at the most. Apparently she was independent in money
matters. She was never seen going or coming from work.
Joan's apartment was on the second floor, with a tiny balcony overlooking the pool and patio area. She
sat out there on the balcony now looking down at Fawn and her son. Ted was in a lounge chair,
pretending to doze, but his interest in the girl was obvious. It was the middle of the day, and all the
tenants were at work except for Joan, her son, and Fawn.
It wasn't long before Joan noticed the front of her son's bathing trunks bulging. She frowned momentarily
as she realized her son had a hard-on. But her frown changed to amusement when she noticed that
Fawn was, evidently, teasing and tantalizing Ted with her lovely body.
Joan didn't mind a little flirting. She enjoyed flirting herself. The girl on the raft seemed to know just what
to do with Ted, working on his tender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawn
was on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legs parted.
It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan found that she, too, was being turned
on. She wasn't sure it was because of her son's cock or the sweetness of Fawn's body, and didn't really
care. A ripple of heat flowed through Joan's body and she found herself becoming wet between her
thighs, her nipples straining.
The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turned out to be a wrong number. Sighing,
she stepped back onto the patio and looked down.
Fawn's tits were naked!
The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surface of the water. Her firm tits rose up
into twin points, with fantastic pink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks at
Fawn, but was gazing at her openly, his mouth open with fascination. Joan had evidently missed
something important when the phone rang.
Fawn was not in the least bashful about letting Ted see her lovely titties. Joan saw the girl was watching
Ted, a smile playing about her moist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or his
mind had suddenly become numb-he sat there with his cock straining at his trunks, making no effort to
conceal it. Joan's reaction to this was a deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely
aware that her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.
Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up the swollen curves and around her
rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawn was going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant
and wanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn't tease a boy Ted's age! A man would
be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted's age, something like this could be extremely traumatic.
Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to fuck them. Fawn didn't look like a
prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass
him. From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn't think it would. She grinned to herself,
thinking Ted would be like a raging bull if he could get his hands on Fawn's lovely tits. His cock seemed
ready to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her son's prick. But she was too
far away to really see it.
Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her eyes move from it.
A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan's eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn was looking at Ted, too, her
eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just
above the top of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the inside of one thigh.
Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton display of open sensuality. She
could not resist touching one of her own titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The
pressure on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt to twitch. The crotch of
her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the seeping fluids of her excited cunt.
Joan's eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her son. Fawn was tracing her
finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled
her finger along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan heard her son grunt. Ted
was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over
the lovely girl fondling herself.
Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and Joan watched. It was obvious to
her that Fawn was playing with the hair of her cunt.
On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in the small apartment complex, she
knew, still she darted her eyes from balcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed in
watching Fawn, and the girl was much too busy to look up at Joan. Lifting her skirt to her waist, Joan
ran her palm between her legs and rubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either
or both of them at the pool looked up, they would have seen Joan's long, slender thighs and the crotch
of her panties, seen her rubbing her cunt. But they didn't look up.
Again Joan heard her son grunt. It came out more as a moan of torment than anything else. Immediately
after the grunt, the sound of Fawn's tinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan
to realize what had happened.
Ted had come off in his trunks!
She saw the wet spot at the tip of his cock inside the trunks. Her son had come off watching Fawn tease
him.
"Was it a good one, Ted?" Joan heard Fawn ask. "Did you come nice and hard?"
Joan saw her son nod his head.
"I told you I'd show my titties to you one day, remember?" Fawn said to Ted. "Now do you believe me?"
Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top and put it back on.
"I came too, you know," Fawn said as she tied the halter over her shapely young titties. "I usually come,
too."
This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid no attention, and here this pretty young girl
was playing around with her son, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Right there
at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there was no one home to see-except Joan.
Still, someone might.
Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wanton behavior. Fawn was doing things that
Joan had only fantasized about. Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but
felt as if they were very close, almost like sisters.
Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was between her thighs. Quickly, she
shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it over her hips. She watched Fawn paddle to the edge of
the pool and climb out. The back of her tiny bikini had snuck into the crack of her ass, and the white,
creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color of her thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted
before she pulled the bikini out of the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.
"We'll do it again later, honey," she said, picking up her towel and stepped into her own apartment on
the bottom floor.
Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still very hard. She watched him gaze in the
direction where Fawn disappeared, rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to come
up for a late lunch.
As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herself looking at her son in a different
way. Ted was quite young, but apparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Nor was
he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan still felt excitement rumbling through her
body as she looked at him, visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mind
created a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised to find that she almost came.
After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of his trunks. She watched him go
down the short hall to his room, her eyes on the tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.
When he didn't return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joan followed him. He wasn't in his
room, but his trunks were on the floor. She picked them up, turning them inside out and looking at his
still wet come juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the hamper, she shoved the door
open and stepped in-stopping suddenly.
Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. He was, or had been, jerking off
frantically. The boy gave a yelp of surprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He
tried to stuff his hard cock down between his legs, but it jerked upright again. He tried once more, and
the same thing happened.
Joan laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I guess you can't hide it, can you?" she said.
"Aw, Mom," Ted blushed.
"A hard-on isn't anything to be ashamed of, Ted," Joan said, surprising herself with her choice of words.
"Nor should you be ashamed of playing with it."
Ted lowered his eyes, but his cock kept standing up straight and hard. He closed his thighs, but it didn't
help at all. His balls squeezed up from them.
Joan stared at her son's cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms of her hands. "I know how good it
can feel," she went on, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I understand the feeling very well, honey. I
know you can't leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know you have to touch it, play with it."
As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving farther into the bathroom, getting
closer and closer to her son. His trunks had dropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away
from him now, her knees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollen smoothly, and
he was dripping from his piss-hole, the shaft visibly throbbing.
She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending her knees, squatting at her son's side,
her hand resting on one of his hot knees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeing
the wiry hair at the base.
"I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes," she murmured with a thickening voice, her hand moving
slowly up his trembling thigh. "It's difficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There's nothing at all
to be ashamed of."
The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gasp and lifted her eyes to his. Ted was
looking at her now, his eyes unfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against her fingertips,
and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had been fascinated with Fawn's beautiful titties, Joan now
seemed fascinated with his cock and balls.
Joan's fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly up the underside of his throbbing cock.
She was breathing hard as she watched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt the
heat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching the swollen head, she swirled one around the
smooth head and finally over the wetness of his piss-hole. Ted was shaking, making strangling sounds in
his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed and stroked his hard cock.
Joan squatted at his side, her knees showing as her skirt slipped back.
A few inches of her thighs could be seen, and Ted snuck peeks at them. Joan very lightly enclosed her
son's cock with her fist, moving it up and down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful
throbbing of it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.
Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twisting it. She squeezed her son's cock,
feeling it swell and burn against her hand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted's cock, little
squeals coming from her. Gripping Ted's cock tightly now, she pumped in short, jerky thrusts, watching
his cock drip more and more. She licked her lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations
of his cock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down, but she was so fascinated
to be holding his cock she paid no attention to it.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ted came.
"Ohhh!" Joan cried out, watching his come juice boil from the piss-hole rapidly, spurt after spurt. She
jacked furiously now, moaning as come juice began to smear on his lower stomach and upper thighs.
"Oh, my God! Look at it, Ted! God, you're coming so much, honey!"
Running her fist up and down his spewing cock fast and hard, Joan gave a low squeal as her cunt went
into fiery convulsions of orgasm.
She beat on his prick until he finished cumming. Then, without another word, she stood up and
moistened a cloth. She wiped his stomach and thighs, then his cock, and last her own hand. Tossing the
cloth into the bathroom sink, she left her son sitting on the toilet, a very surprised and delighted boy.

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Chapter 2
Joan was not bashful about jacking her son's cock off. On the contrary, it not only excited her to the
point of orgasm, but it made her seriously consider fucking him.
They had moved into this apartment complex two months ago, finding it the best of any they inspected. It
was small-only ten or twelve units, built in a square around a nice pool and patio with built-in barbecue
with two tables. Ted was the only young one there, all the rest being adults. Most, as far as Joan knew,
were single men and women, all of them working during the day.
Being without boys and girls his own age did not bother Ted. He had always been a loner. He didn't
even seem to miss his father, and Joan sometimes wondered if he would miss her if she were suddenly
gone from his life. He never seemed to have much interest in things. He was a good student, but thought
sports were stupid. He preferred his books to chasing balls or trying to hit one with a piece of wood. His
intelligence was far above average, and he had dreams of becoming an astronomer some day. He had a
powerful telescope set up in his room that he studied the heavens with, and his bookshelf was filled with
material on the subject.
Joan had been a widow for over five years before they moved into this apartment. Before that they'd
lived in a house on the other side of town. But the place was much too large for just the two of them so
she sold it at a good profit and they located this apartment. There was a shopping center near-by, and
Ted walked to the movies when he wanted. He shopped for his mother when they needed something
she had forgotten, and his generous allowance was spent on lenses and books about the stars and
planets.
Ted was at the movies this night, and Joan was alone in the apartment. She was pleased that her son
acted no differently toward her since she had jacked him off earlier in the day. In fact, once he got over
his surprise, he seemed to act as if it were something his mother did for him on a daily basis. She was
delighted that he showed no feelings of shame, or treated her as if she was something to be ashamed of.
She went into his room, suddenly eager to use his telescope to look at the stars. He actually had two of
them set up. The larger, more powerful one, and a small one next to it. Both, she noticed, were not
aimed into the sky now but downward. Curiously, she peeked into the larger telescope.
It had been adjusted to peer into a window directly across from their apartment. All she saw was a
closed curtain with shadows moving behind it. But it had been set in place for some reason, Joan knew.
Turning to the smaller one, she peered into it and found herself looking directly into Fawn's living room!
A shiver went through Joan as she saw Fawn sitting on the couch, apparently reading. The girl was in her
robe, with her long legs propped up. One lovely tit was exposed, as were her thighs. Ted had shown his
mother how to adjust the focus and pull in a bright, detailed image so as she peered into the eye piece,
Joan turned the focus knob and found she could see Fawn's tit perfectly. With her pulse racing and her
own tits swelling, Joan moved the telescope slightly, focusing it upon Fawn's thighs. The image seemed
close enough for her to reach out and touch!
Fawn moved a hand along her thigh, sliding her robe away from her body as Joan watched. Joan
noticed she could almost count the pores on that creamy, exciting flesh. As the robe parted, Joan began
to moan softly. She was looking directly at the honey-colored curls of Fawn's cunt. Each strand seemed
to leap out at her. She began to breathe heavily when Fawn drew her hand up her thigh and toyed with
the lip of her cunt. There was something intensely erotic about watching Fawn without the girl realizing
she was being seen.
As her cunt started twitching, Joan watched as Fawn parted the pink lips of her cunt and exposed her
tiny, but obviously swollen clitoris. Fawn stroked it slowly, spreading her legs widely, her book forgotten
now. Joan's eyes were straining with eager pleasure as Fawn slowly dipped a finger into her cunt and
moved it back and forth, her rounded hips writhing in self-induced pleasure. The image of Fawn was so
sharp and seemed so close, Joan was sure she could hear the soft moans of ecstasy Fawn must surely
be making. She could see that wet finger glistening as it went in and out of her pink, hair-rimmed cunt,
and could almost hear the moist sounds of it.
As often as Joan had used her own fingers on her pussy, she had not once thought it would be exciting
to watch another girl finger-fuck herself. But as she watched, her own cunt was having fits between her
thighs, boiling with wet heat. This was the girl who had only this afternoon wantonly teased her son into
discharging inside his bathing trunks, and now she was finger-fucking herself with the drapes open.
Remembering the things she had heard at the pool, Joan wondered if Fawn was aware that Ted had his
telescope trained on her window, and that she finger-fucked herself as another means of teasing him at
night.
She watched Fawn with pleasure, seeing the rounded hips arch up as the girl apparently came. Fawn
pulled her finger from her cunt and Joan watched in amazement as the girl licked it, running her tongue
about the wetness and finally plunging the finger in and out of her mouth rapidly.
When Fawn finally turned out her lights and went to bed, Joan turned her attention back to the larger
telescope. This time she saw that she had missed the opening in the curtains across the way. Through a
two-inch slit she could see the bed there, and she gasped loudly. On the bed was a woman she knew
who lived on the bottom floor, spread out with her hairy cunt revealed. Then she saw a man move
between the woman's thighs, his cock hard and his hairy balls swinging. Joan's pussy throbbed as she
saw the woman grasp the man's cock and stuffed it into her cunt. The man's cock slipped all the way
into that hairy cunt, and the woman's legs wrapped around his waist. Joan watched his balls bounce up
and down as the couple started fucking vigorously.
Joan shoved her hand under her skirt and inside her panties, finding her cunt wet and hot to the touch.
She rubbed at the puffy lips of her cunt as she watched the man and woman fuck. She could almost feel
the man's cock thrusting into her own cunt as she rammed two fingers into herself.
With her hand flying under her skirt, Joan panted with steaming excitement, watching the man and
woman fucking so eagerly, wishing she was there on her back with his cock plunging so powerfully into
her pussy, probing and stretching and filling her. His balls bounced about, banging against the woman's
lifted ass, and then a hand came down and around and started twisting and squeezing his balls. Joan was
so excited she could almost feel his balls in her own hand. The woman's face could just be seen past the
man's shoulder, and Joan was certain the woman was screaming out her ecstasy. At least her mouth was
open and her eyes were wide and glazed.
Joan spread her feet on the floor and half bent her knees as she fucked herself frantically. Her panties
were causing her some troubles, but she was so excited she didn't want to take the time to remove them.
If she did she might miss the finish of the man and woman across the way.
She was disappointed when she saw the man's naked ass slam hard between the woman's legs and his
body go stiff. He was coming, and it was over much too fast for Joan. She kept watching them as they
relaxed, and then the man lifted from between the woman's legs. The woman stayed on the bed, her legs
wide, and Joan watched her hairy cunt drip with the come juice, her hand moving about the thick curls of
her pussy.
Still excited, Joan turned from the telescope, her hand still inside her panties. She pulled the drapes and
turned on the light, looking about her son's bedroom. She seldom had reason to enter it. Ted always
made his own bed and kept his room neat and clean. Now she looked around. Near the telescopes she
saw where her son sat as he jacked off while he watched either Fawn or the couple. The fact that her
son was peeking into windows at night did not disturb Joan. She, too, had found how exciting it could
be. She wasn't sure she wanted anyone to peek in at her, but it was fun to watch others in secret.
Turning off the light, she went back to the living room, and just in time because Ted came in as soon as
she sat down.
"Enjoy the movie, honey?" she asked him.
"It was okay," he said, flopping down on the couch and slumping forward, his legs apart. Joan found her
eyes moving to the front of his pants, wishing his cock was hard. "It wasn't as good as I thought it would
be. Hey, it's a good night to study the stars."
He jumped up instantly and went to his room. Joan knew he would be disappointed. Fawn and the
couple across the way were all through for the night.
"Mom, have you been in my room?"
She looked up. "I was there, honey," she said. "I thought it might need some straightening up. Do you
always leave your curtains open?"
She looked directly into his eyes, letting him know she had discovered he was looking at more than
stars. Ted gazed back at his mother unflinchingly.
"Some stars you see," she said in a low voice.
"You saw?" he asked.
Joan nodded her head. "I saw Fawn and I saw the couple across the way," she admitted. "How long
have you been peeking on them, Ted?"
"Long enough," he said boldly.
After a moment, Joan smiled at her son. "Kind of exciting, isn't it?"
A grin spread over his face. "Did it excite you, Mom? I mean, watching them do those things?"
"Very much," she replied, her eyes moving down his body to the front of his pants, noticing he was
swelling up there. "I sort of, you know, enjoyed it."
"Want to see someone else?" Ted asked.
"You mean there's more?" Joan asked, getting to her feet. "In this complex?"
"No, over at that tall building," he said. "It's an office building."
"At night?"
"Come on and I'll show you," he said excitedly. Before he turned, Joan saw that his cock was bulging
out hard now.
She walked into his room, seeing he had left the lights off but had pulled his curtains open again. She
watched him work with the powerful telescope, getting it adjusted on the tall office building a block or so
away.
"There. Take a look, Mom."
Peering into it, Joan saw a man, apparently a janitor, his cock out of his pants, one hand jerking on it as
he dusted about desks. Soon, the man stood behind the desk with his cock over it, and she saw him
come off, spurting come juice onto the polished desk top.
She laughed. "That's one way of getting back at the boss, I guess."
"He does that every night about this time," Ted said, standing close to his mother.
She could almost feel the heat coming from her son's body and it made her shiver. She stepped aside as
he made another adjustment with the telescope, and then she saw he had aimed it farther away from the
office building. It was a very powerful telescope, and she found herself peering into some bedroom
window. A young boy and girl were there, both naked and feeling about each other. She watched until
the girl was spread across the bed, her legs wide. When the boy started to shove his cock into her cunt,
Joan let her son look.
Ted was breathing hard and hotly as he looked at the boy and girl fucking. Joan, at his side, was
shaking. She moved her hand to the front of his pants, brushing it over his throbbing hard cock. She felt
her son's body jerk, but he made no move to turn away or push her hand from him. She placed her palm
against his hard-on, moving it slowly in circles as he watched the young couple fuck a few blocks away.
Feeling intensely aroused, Joan stepped behind her son, pressing her body against his back, her hands
wrapped about him, one at his chest and the other cupping his cock. "If I did it once for you, I could do
it again, baby," she whispered into his ear.
"Uhh, yeah," Ted replied, moving his hips into his mother's caressing hand.
Joan ran her tongue about her son's ear as she began to open his pants. She slipped her hand inside and
felt his cock hot and hard. Bringing it out, she closed her fist around it and began to stroke back and
forth, pressing her pussy against his ass cheeks.
"Do you like this, Ted?" she murmured huskily at his ear. "Do you like my hand on you this way?"
"Yeah, Mom!" he grunted.
She cupped her hand about the swollen head of his cock, feeling the wetness smear her palm. She
twisted her hand, feeling the hot, smooth, wetness of him. Her cunt was bubbling with a heat that
threatened to scald the hair-lined lips. She worked on his belt, opening it, then shoved his pants
downward, his shorts with them. Cupping his balls in one hand, she jacked his prick with the other, but
even this wasn't enough for her. She lifted her dress and pressed her pantied cunt upon his naked ass,
feeling her thighs on his. Ted's young body shook with pleasure as her hand moved back and forth.
"They're finished," he said in a choking voice.
"I'm not," she whispered at his ear, darting her tongue into it. "I'm not finished yet, darling."
She turned him, moving her son toward his bed. He sat down and she dropped to her knees before him.
Spreading his legs, she grasped his cock once more, and as Ted lay back, Joan leaned down and kissed
one thigh. She jerked and pumped on his cock, sucking at his flesh, her tongue swirling about the
sensitive inner surface of her son's leg. Her husband had enjoyed this very much, and she knew her son
would, too.
Squeezing his cock as she pumped it, Joan breathed hotly as her tongue moved upward, licking and
tasting his young, firm thigh flesh. She wasn't sure just how far she would go but at the moment she was
prepared to go all the way with her tongue.
"What ... what are you gonna do, Mom?" Ted asked in a voice that sounded strangled.
"Hush," she whispered. "Just enjoy it, honey."
She jerked on his prick as her tongue moved from thigh to thigh, now halfway up them. Her cunt was
fiery and wet as she licked and sucked at the flesh of his legs, her hand moving up and down his
beautifully hard cock. Although it was dark in the room, with only enough light to make out indistinct
details, Joan could see her son's balls a few inches from her face. She gave a whimpering sound and
stroked her tongue about his balls, causing her son to jerk with unexpected pleasure. The sounds of his
panting breath excited her, letting her know she was providing a great deal of ecstasy for him.
Swirling her tongue hotly, she flicked the tip against his balls, running it around them as she jerked her fist
on his prick. She was pleased to find her son's balls tasted so good! She started licking them, her tongue
going up and down, moving them about her lips. Ted was opening and closing his legs about her, arching
his cock up and then dropping his ass. Joan shoved her hand under him and cupped a young, firm ass
cheek, squeezing it as she pumped and licked at his preciously sweet balls. She knew, by the hard
throbbing of his cock and the way his balls writhed against her tongue, she would have him coming off
quicker than she wanted.
Yet she wasn't sure how far she should go. It might be better to go slow, or it might be better to go fast.
The desire to gulp his young cock into her mouth and suck him frantically was strong, and she fought
against the urge.
To have his sweet, hard cock throbbing between her lips would be so good, she thought. His cock, so
young and hard, would taste heavenly inside her mouth, and she was sure his come juice would be
delicious as it flowed across her tongue and down her burning throat.
With a soft groan of delight, Joan swirled her tongue about his balls eagerly, finally taking them into her
mouth, sucking hotly as her fist jerked faster on his cock. The way his balls felt in her mouth sent a fiery
ecstasy down to her cunt, and Joan began cumming. The waves of steaming orgasm shot through her
one after the other, a series of orgasms like she had seldom experienced. She whimpered as she
mouthed his balls, her fist flying up and down his prick.
Ted was lifting his ass up from the bed, grunting. Joan dug her fingers into his naked little ass hard,
sucking his balls hungrily. She jerked frantically, mentally urging her son to come, to gush his creamy
come juice before she gave in to the burning desire to close her lips about his cockhead and let him
come off into her mouth.
She felt his cock spurt, and the creamy heat of his come juice coated her jerking fist. She pulled his balls,
making him come with her fist, soft sounds of delight coming from deep in her throat.
"Come, baby!" she moaned. "Oh, God ... come! Come hard ... come all over the place!"
"I am, Mom!" Ted groaned, his ass jerking wildly.
She pumped on his cock until it began going soft and small in her fist. Then she pulled her hand away
and wiped it on his bedspread. She found tissues on his night table and cleaned his cock, balls, thighs,
and stomach, wishing now she had taken his jizz into her mouth.
She stood for a moment looking down at him in the darkness, barely seeing him. The crotch of her
panties was very wet, and giving in to a sudden impulse, she lifted her skirt and stripped her panties off.
Holding them in her hand, she moved to the door. She flicked the light switch, turning the room into
brightness. She saw her son grinning at her, his cock and balls sweetly exposed to her.
"That's better than just watching, Mom," he said.
"I know," Joan grinned back at him. Then she tossed her cunt-wet panties at him. They landed on his
face, and Ted giggled as he drew them down to his neck. "Now, here's something you can dream on,
darling." She turned her back to him, and gave her skirt a saucy flip, showing her naked ass to her son
briefly. "Nice, huh?" she teased.
"I didn't see much, Mom," he said.
"Well, take a good look, baby," she replied in a throaty voice, lifting her skirt again and holding it up this
time. She patted her naked ass as she arched it saucily at him. "Isn't it a nice ass?"

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Re: erotic book - Horny Balling Mother by Kathy Andrews

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Chapter 3
Three days had gone by, and twice a day Joan had jerked her son off, usually with his balls in her mouth.
Ted, of course, was having the time of his life.
He still sat near the pool when Fawn was there, and Joan had not told him what she had seen. She
enjoyed watching her son and the pretty girl without them knowing it. At night, she and her son would
peek into Fawn's room and watch the pretty girl caress herself, finger-fuck to orgasm, then lick her
finger. The couple across the way apparently didn't fuck every night, but Joan and Ted saw the janitor
jacking off on the polished desk.
After watching with the telescopes, Joan would always leave her son with her cunt-wet panties on his
face, flip her skirt upwards and wiggle her naked ass saucily, sometimes pat it in a teasing way.
As yet she had showed him nothing but her ass, but the desire to allow him to look at her body was
becoming stronger. She wondered if he would be pleased with her, if he would find her titties as pretty
as Fawn's, her cunt as exciting. Not that she was jealous, just that she wanted to excite her son as much
as the lovely little creature did.
During the passing few days, Joan found herself drawn to Fawn almost as strongly as her son seemed to
be. The girl was certainly a beautiful one, and her legs were very exciting to look at. When Fawn
climbed from the air float, the bottom of her bikini was always pulled into the crack of her ass, the
creamy whiteness flashing. Joan understood Fawn considered her ass to be quite lovely, and in truth it
was. It was a caressable ass, tight, and very shapely. Joan wondered what it would be like to feel
Fawn's ass, to play with her tits and maybe, just maybe, fondle her hot, sugary cunt.
Such thoughts excited Joan tremendously, and she knew her son was desperate to caress the older girl,
too. It was in his eyes every time he looked at her, in the way his cock became so hard as he watched
her, especially through the telescope at night.
A few days later, shortly after noon, Joan met Fawn at the entrance of the apartment building. She had
just come home from the nearby shopping center as Fawn strolled up from the opposite direction. Fawn
was dressed in a short tennis skirt with a matching blouse. Her golden thighs flashed prettily in the sun,
drawing Joan's eyes.
"Hello," Joan said, smiling friendly.
"Why, Joan!" Fawn said, as if she had not seen the woman in years.
"Here, let me help you with those bags."
Joan gave one of her bags up and followed the girl up the stairs toward her apartment. The gentle sway
of Fawn's tight, shapely ass cheeks drew her eyes, along with those creamy thighs. Halfway up the
stairs, Joan could see Fawn's panties under the tennis skirt. Already those panties had crept into the
crack of Fawn's ass, and the half moons of her white ass cheeks beckoned erotically to Joan's eyes.
Feeling childish, Joan stooped lower to peer under the short skirt, feeling her tits swell and a hot throb
start between her legs as she looked at that sweet, sweet ass.
Inside the apartment, Joan tried to keep Fawn there for a while. "Have you been playing tennis?" she
asked.
"Oh, no," Fawn replied. "I don't play tennis. I just think the skirts are pretty, so I wear them every
chance I get."
"Coffee?" Joan asked, hoping.
"That would be nice," Fawn smiled at the older woman.
Fawn leaned against the sink in the kitchen, crossing her feet. There was something appealing about this
casual position that caused Joan to shiver with desire as she turned the automatic coffee maker on.
"Ted isn't home?" Fawn asked.
"I hardly ever know where he is," Joan said. "He's getting to be such a big boy, he thinks he doesn't have
to tell his mother where he's going."
"I think Ted is sweet," Fawn murmured. "He's a very handsome boy."
"Yes, he is," Joan answered, looking at the thrust of Fawn's pretty tits, her eyes becoming hot.
Fawn continued to lean on the sink, her eyes studying Joan's face, reading her expression and
understanding what was going on inside the older woman's mind. She slowly uncrossed her feet and
stood upright, her shoulders thrown back to make her tits strain forward.
"You don't wear a bra," Joan said, not asking. She could see the twin nipples pressing against the
blouse, and her eyes burned upon them.
"I don't like them," Fawn said, and Joan realized the girl's voice and dropped and become throaty.
When Joan lifted her eyes, she found Fawn gazing at her intently. Joan trembled as her cunt twitched.
Fawn lifted her arms to Joan, a small smile on her moist, full mouth. For just a second Joan resisted, then
she moved closer to Fawn and her arms went about the girl. They hugged each other tightly for a long,
breathless moment, feeling their tits smashing together. Then, without Joan knowing when it happened,
her lips were on those of Fawn, kissing hotly. She felt Fawn's lips open underneath hers, and the tip of
the girl's moist tongue began playing with her tongue.
They kissed hotly, lips writhing, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Joan felt Fawn's tits moving
against hers, felt those nipples hard and firm. Fawn began to suck on Joan's tongue, pulling it deeply into
her hot, wet mouth with a soft moan. Joan responded with an erotic gurgle of pleasure, her hands
moving down Fawn's back. She cupped the sweet tightness of Fawn's ass and whimpered with pleasure
when Fawn pressed her lower stomach hard against her. Somehow Fawn had worked her thigh
between Joan's legs, and Joan felt the heat of Fawn's crotch. Fawn grabbed Joan's ass in her hands, and
while they squeezed each other's ass cheeks, they moaned and sobbed as ecstasy swelled within their
bodies.
Fawn lifted Joan's skirt and the contact of the girl's hot, smooth thighs straddling her naked leg sent a hot
ripple through Joan. She felt the moist heat coming through Fawn's panties and searing her thigh. Joan
pressed her leg hard into Fawn's cunt as the girl rubbed her cunt there. Joan squeezed the tight cheeks
of the girl's squirming ass, feeling Fawn dig her fingers into her ass. The women looked at each other,
gazing into hot eyes as Fawn rubbed her pantied cunt against Joan's thigh. Fawn's eyes glazed over and
a soft sigh came from her mouth. Joan felt the hot throbbing on her leg and knew the girl had come.
Their lips met softly, briefly, in a short kiss. Joan took Fawn's hand and led her to the bedroom. With a
teasing smile, Fawn opened her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. Joan mewled as she gazed
upon the shapely beauty of Fawn's flawless titties. The nipples stood up, pink and swollen, and the white
band of her tits contrasted with the golden color of her flesh. Fawn cupped her tits and, lowering her
eyes in pretended shyness, offered them to Joan.
"So lovely," Joan whispered, taking both titties in her palms and caressing them gently, her fingers
squeezing just hard enough to bring gurgles of delight from Fawn.
"Kiss them, Joan," Fawn pleaded with a husky voice. "Kiss my tits ... suck on my tits."
The women were about the same height, and Joan lowered her face, wrapping her eager lips about one
nipple, drawing it deeply into her hungry mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling and licking. She felt
Fawn's hands cupping her tits through her light-weight summer sweater, caressing and fondling them.
She sucked in a wet, greedy way on the succulent nipples, her hand on the other, scooting her right hand
around to knead and fondle Fawn's lovely ass. She shoved her hand under the short skirt and felt the
heat of her flesh. She ran her finger about the nylon panties, then pressed her fingers under it to feel the
naked smoothness of Fawn's ass. She sucked hungrily, moaning softly, going from tit to tit, and Fawn
finally had her sweater up, unhooked her bra, and was playing with Joan's naked tits, sobbing in pleasure.
"Let me," Fawn whispered throatily. "Joan, let me suck your titties!"
Reluctantly, Joan lifted her face, and allowed Fawn to remove her sweater and open bra. Fawn gazed
with delight upon Joan's tits, thumbing her sensitive nipples into even larger hardness.
"You have beautiful tits, Joan," Fawn murmured, licking her lips. "I love those big, long nipples."
As Fawn dipped her head and swirled her tongue about one nipple, finally sucking it very deeply into her
mouth, Joan's cunt rippled into an orgasm. She trembled with her hands on digging into Fawn's shoulders.
"Oooo, I came!" she mumbled in surprise.
Fawn giggled happily, and Joan gasped as one of Fawn's hands pressed her skirt between her thighs
hard, rubbing upon her cunt.
"Oh, God!" Joan whimpered. "Ohhh, God!"
"Mmmm, nice, isn't it?" Fawn murmured with her lips brushing a swollen nipple. "My, you feel so hot,
Joan!"
Again their lips came together, grinding in passion, both women whimpering as they clutched at each
other's ass again, rubbing their lower bodies hotly together. Fawn fumbled with the zipper of Joan's skirt
and it slithered to the floor. Standing in her bikini panties, she stepped back and watched Fawn remove
her short skirt, then slide her panties down those tantalizing thighs. The cunt hair was so blonde, the pink
slit of her pussy could be seen through it.
"Take your panties off, Joan," Fawn gasped, fondling her own tits, her eyes blazing in passion. "Take
your panties off so I can see your pussy!"
Joan almost ripped her flimsy panties from her body and stood proudly, her feet parted and her hips
arching forward. Fawn moaned and shoved her hand between Joan's smooth thighs, cupping her cunt
and rubbing back and forth on the puffy, wet lips. Joan's hand darted to Fawn's pussy, worming a finger
into the tight grip of the girl's cunt.
They moved to the bed, sitting on the edge as they began to kiss hotly and wetly, their hands moving
about each other's body in steaming desire.
Fawn slipped off the bed, going to her knees. Joan watched with burning eyes as the girl parted her
knees, stroking the creamy inner surfaces of her thighs. Fawn traced a finger about the curls of Joan's
cunt hair, parting it and looking at the tip of Joan's protruding clitoris.
"Ohhh! Oh, Yes!" Joan murmured when Fawn pressed her wet, hot lips upon her thigh, kissing it,
sucking the flesh between them, her tongue swirling. "Oh, yes, yes!"
Fawn began eagerly licking and kissing at the inner sweetness of Joan's legs, licking her way up between
them. She was gripping Joan's trembling hips with strong fingers, and her hot breath seemed to sear the
flesh of Joan's legs.
Murmuring softly, Fawn nuzzled her face into the steamy bush of Joan's cunt, kissing the thick patch of
hair and running her tongue up to tickle the indentation of Joan's belly button.
Joan leaned back on her elbows, her eyes closed as boiling desire bubbled through her body. Fawn ran
her tongue about each hairy pussy lip, teasingly. The wetness of Fawn's tongue sent chills of anticipation
through Joan and she lifted her hips, writhing her crotch in search of the girl's mouth. Fawn flicked the tip
of her tongue over Joan's throbbing clitoris. Joan wailed and thrust her cunt into Fawn's face, grinding
almost mindlessly. She choked when Fawn ran her tongue along the slit of her cunt, then shoved it into
the slippery wetness.
When Fawn fucked her tongue in and out of Joan's cunt, Joan wailed again, louder this time, and banged
her overheated cunt into the girl's face. She felt Fawn's tongue swirling and licking the sensitive lips of her
cunt, then close her lips about her clitoris, sucking on it hard.
Sitting upright, Joan grasped Fawn's tits, urging her to climb onto the bed with her. Fawn came eagerly,
and they stretched out, pressing together. Joan licked at Fawn's wet cunt-wet lips, sucking on the girl's
tongue as it darted into her mouth, tasting her own cunt and enjoying it very much. Joan pulled Fawn on
top of her naked body, wrapping her slim thighs around Fawn's hips and locking her ankles behind the
girl's knees. Fawn pressed her blonde-haired cunt hard upon that of Joan as they kept kissing wetly,
squirming tits smashing tits.
"You feel wonderful, Fawn," Joan whispered passionately as she squeezed the girl's naked, grinding ass
cheeks. "You feet so damned good against me!"
"So do you, Joan," Fawn replied in a low voice.
Then Fawn started licking and kissing her way down Joan's naked body again, swirling her tongue and
licking at the sweet flesh, sucking a nipple, then going farther down.
"I want to kiss you, too," Joan whispered. "Let me kiss you, too, Fawn."
Fawn turned around on her hands and knees, her lips and tongue continuously moving, tasting, kissing,
licking. Joan spread her legs wide as Fawn's tongue licked through the thick hair of her cunt, sliding her
hand between Fawn's golden thighs, feeling the blonde pussy with eager fingers. As Fawn licked up and
down the slit of her cunt, Joan lifted her hips and pulled at Fawn's body until she had the woman
straddling her face.
Closing her hot thighs around Fawn's head, Joan caressed Fawn's thighs and ass cheeks, gazing up at
the pink sweetness of the young cunt, seeing it glisten with hot readiness. The tiny asshole seemed to
wink an invitation to Joan, and she ran her fingertip lightly about it, watching it pucker. Fawn was
cupping Joan's ass, lifting her crotch into her face and licking hungrily, sucking on Joan's throbbing
clitoris. The wet slurping sounds sent an appeal to Joan's ears.
"Eat me!"
Joan heard the muffled plea with roaring ears.
"Eat my cunt, Joan!"
"Oh, yes! I will!" Joan grunted eagerly, pulling at Fawn's naked ass, thrilled to feel the golden heat of the
girl's thighs against her face.
She pulled Fawn's cunt into her mouth, kissing it with open lips. She sucked Fawn's cunt lips into her
mouth and swirled her tongue about the sugary lips, then plunged her tongue into it. Fawn's cunt was
very tight, very hot, and very wet. With her hands clutching the shapely tight ass, Joan began eating and
sucking and licking. The liquid taste of Fawn's cunt sent Joan's mind into reeling ecstasy as she tried to
thrust her tongue deeply. The blonde-haired lips sucked and gripped her tongue as Joan plunged into it,
moaning in this sweet, erotic pleasure.
With her face in Fawn's cunt, Joan lifted her hips and twisted them, grinding her cunt into the eager girl's
mouth, pumping her hips to fuck on that darting tongue. She clung to Fawn's naked, succulent ass tightly
and pressed her open mouth hard upon the sugary wetness of Fawn's cunt. Fawn's cunt dripped
constantly, filling Joan's mouth. Joan swallowed the sweet juices hungrily, lapping her tongue inside the
steaming slit for more. The satiny walls of Fawn's cunt against her tongue sent Joan soaring with
mindless, erotic ecstasy. She was sobbing softly as she sucked Fawn's cunt, whipping her own harshly
up and down, making Fawn gurgle happily. The way Fawn held her naked ass, fondling the smooth
cheeks as she tongue-fucked her and licked at her stormy cunt, soon had Joan erupting into orgasm after
orgasm. She squeezed her thighs about Fawn's head, sucking as hard as she could, wanting to make
Fawn's cunt convulse as her own was doing.
The grinding motions of Fawn's cunt increased until Fawn was fucking into Joan's mouth as she twisted
her sugary cunt upon Joan's tongue. When the spasms struck Fawn, Joan's tongue was as deep inside
as possible. The convulsions of Fawn's cunt created a squeezing sensation about Joan's tongue, as if her
pretty cunt was sucking it.
Joan and Fawn thrashed about on the bed, their mouths glued into each other's convulsing cunt, wailing
wetly as they held each other by the naked, shaking ass cheeks with tight, hot hands. Their hungry
slurping sounds were loud in the bed room, but they didn't hear them. Time and again they came,
bringing each other to amazing orgasms with their lips and tongues.
As they rolled apart, gasping for air, their naked bodies shaking, both had come so much that it was
almost painful. Joan's face, especially around her mouth, was glistening with the wetness of Fawn's cunt.
She ran her tongue over her lips, finding them slightly bruised. She smiled at Fawn, seeing that pretty
face was wet with the juices of her cunt. Fawn was smiling with total satisfaction, her blue eyes glowing.
"My God," Joan whispered, caressing the sweetness of Fawn's tanned thigh near her cunt. "You taste so
good, Fawn. I had no idea a cunt would taste that sweet."
Fawn sat up, looking down at Joan. "You mean ... Joan, this is your first time with a girl?"
Joan nodded, grinning with pleasure.
"Then why?" Fawn asked. "I mean, what made you want to do it?"
Joan told of watching her at the pool, of seeing her bikini bottoms pull into the crack of her ass, of the
growing desire to feel that saucy ass. She did not mention seeing the way Fawn tantalized her son, of
the telescopes and how she had jerked her son off while sucking on his balls.
Fawn stroked Joan's tits. "I'm glad, then," Fawn said. "I've seen you around and you want to know
something? I've wanted to kiss your cunt ever since I first saw you. I just didn't know if you'd let me."
"Now we both know, don't we?" Joan laughed, rubbing between Fawn's thighs. "But this doesn't mean
I'm turned off by guys. I love them-especially those hard cocks they have. I love to feel a hard cock in
my cunt, but now I love to feel my tongue up a pussy, too."
"We're the same," Fawn laughed. "I enjoy eating pussy as much as fucking a sweet cock, too."
"Like Ted's?" Joan asked, then wondered why she had said it.
Fawn's eyes grew warm as a smile spread over her face. "He's so good-looking. I wouldn't mind fucking
him at all.
"Why don't you do it, then?" Joan heard herself ask.
"I thought ... he's so young, Joan," Fawn replied. "Would he know what to do with a girl? Has he had a
piece of ass, do you know?"
"I'm not sure," Joan said. "But I think he's getting horny enough for it lately. Besides, there's always a first
time, isn't there?"
Fawn giggled, pinching Joan's nipple.
"What's so funny?"
"I think it's hilarious, eating your cunt the way I just did and now thinking about fucking your son," Fawn
laughed. "Tongue-fuck the mother, then go fuck the son!"
"Anything wrong with it?" Joan asked, a little anxious.
"Not a thing in the world, Joan," Fawn said, squeezing one upstanding tit. "I think it's great!"

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