the desk top wasn't seen anymore. He had either quit his job or been caught at what he was doing. Even Fawn wasn't all that exciting to watch since they were fucking with her.
Joan needed more excitement, she knew. She needed something even more perverse than fucking and sucking at the pool in the hot sunlight, with discovery possible at any second. She wasn't sure what she wanted, needed, yet Joan knew her body and her cunt were craving more stimulation. At first she thought it had begun with Fawn, watching the way the beautiful young girl teased her son, but Joan knew now that it had been inside her all the time, waiting to be released. If it had not been there, surely she would have not sucked Fawn's cunt so readily.
She watched her son gazing sleepily at her crotch. He may be sleepy, she thought, but he was still interested in what she was showing him. His cock looked almost hard inside his shorts. She ran her tongue over her lips and shoved a hand along the back of her thigh, starting to tease her pussy with a fingertip. Pressing a finger under her panties, she rubbed up and down the slit, her eyes half-closed. She was not in the least bit sleepy and she knew she could finger-fuck herself, but that was not nearly as satisfactory as having her son fuck her – or sucking his cock or licking Fawn's cunt.
If only Ted wasn't so sleepy! She gazed at the front of his shorts, her eyes burning there. Perhaps if he pulled his cock from his shorts so she could see it, she could finger-fuck herself to a nice orgasm. The outline of his lovely prick was stimulating, but not as much as she wanted. Ted wouldn't object if she sucked on his cock, sleepy as he was. Still it was his cooperation that made it good, too. The idea of sucking her son's cock as he lay still wasn't appealing. She liked it when he thrashed about, humping into her mouth as her tongue swirled wetly. His enthusiasm was all part of it.
She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood up. Walking to the window, she saw Fawn had a light on in her living room. The girl was still awake, maybe as wide awake as Joan was. She thought of calling Fawn and, asking her to come up, but she didn't want to disturb the girl if she was getting ready for bed. Gazing into the night, she lifted her dress in back, caressing her ass through her flimsy panties, knowing her son was watching her even if he was about to go to sleep. She flexed the cheeks of her ass as she fondled them, stroking the backs of her long, smooth thighs. Looking over her shoulder at her son, she saw his cock was still the same, but he was gazing at her thighs and pantied ass.
'Poor baby,' she whispered. 'Today was too much for you, wasn't it? All that swimming and sucking had exhausted you.'
Ted nodded, rubbing his eyes again. Letting her dress fall back down over her ass, she went to him and pulled him to his feet. 'Come on, you're going to bed before you fall over.'
'I gotta piss, Mom,' he mumbled.
There was an instant reaction inside Joan's body. A powerful jolt seemed to ripple through her and to her cunt. Holding both his hands, facing him, her eyes turned hot, smoldering as the thought burned inside her mind. She remembered what had happened to her when she had licked the drops of piss from his cock.
'Come on,' she said breathlessly, leading him to the bathroom.
As Ted stood near the toilet, Joan sank to her knees at his side, pulling his shorts down to his knees. She held his cock at the base, aiming it into the toilet, her eyes blazing as she waited to see him piss. She licked at his hip, her eyes remaining on his cock.
'Go ahead and piss, darling,' she murmured throatily. 'Let me see you piss.'
Ted shoved his hips forward, one hand on top of his mother's head. The stream spurted from his piss-hole, splashing into the water. Joan mewled softly as she watched, holding his cock with a thumb and forefinger. Unable to resist him now, she darted her tongue out, licking it along the shaft of his cock as he pissed. She probed the head of his cock with her tongue, almost pushing it into the stream.
Again she licked her tongue along his prick, then moved it slowly on the top of his cockhead, a fraction of an inch from the stream. Her cunt started boiling and she felt as if she might come.
Her hot tongue ran back and forth along the shaft of his cock, getting very close to tasting the piss with the tip.
Then Joan knew what she wanted, what that extra stimulation was she had needed. She turned her son toward her face, and he stopped pissing.
'Oh, don't stop!' she moaned. 'Piss, baby! Don't stop. Keeping pissing!'
The warm, golden piss came out and splashed along the front of her blouse, soaking it. Joan turned his cock, making him piss upon her nipples. Her eyes glazed as a beautiful feeling flowed through her body. She lifted his cock, feeling the piss splatter along her neck, and finally against her lips. She moaned with unexpected ecstasy.
Slowly, she let her lips open slightly. Piss came through them and crashed against her teeth. The sensation searing her cunt grew stronger than ever. Feeling his piss splash against the tip of her tongue caused Joan's mind to erupt with perverse, erotic pleasure. She shoved her tongue farther into the stream, tasting his piss, and with a groan, opened her mouth wide, lifting his cock so he was pissing directly into her mouth. It filled her mouth and flowed over her lips and tongue. Her clitoris burned as if someone had put a flame to it.
She swallowed.
'Oh, God!' she wailed, and closed her lips about the head of her son's cock, letting him piss down her gulping throat. Joan sucked and swallowed greedily as he pissed, her cunt boiling over into a wild orgasm.
Ted was no longer sleepy. He was staring down at his mother with excited eyes. She had her lips over his piss-hole and was drinking his piss. He placed both his hands on top of her head, trying to work his cock deeper as he kept pissing. But Joan wouldn't let him. She wanted to hold only the head of his cock with her lips, tasting his piss spewing over her tongue and down her gulping throat.
Joan was coming as she'd never came before. Her cunt was convulsing tightly, her clitoris pulsating hard enough to actually make her body shake. Her eyes closed in rapture as her lips held the head of his cock just past his piss hole, the warm taste of her son's piss flowing into her mouth and down her throat. She held his cock with her forefinger and thumb, her other hand stroking his balls lightly, her ass twisting as her orgasms increased with power. She was moaning in blissful orgasm, one after the other.
She moved her lips only when he'd finished, running her tongue over them and smiling in ecstasy up at her surprised son. She caressed the tip of his cock back and forth on her lips, then patted his ass.
'Take your shorts off and climb into bed, baby. You're out on your feet.'
Ted's eyes had turned sleepy again and she watched him stumble into her bedroom.
Joan went back to the living room, enjoying the feel of her piss-wet blouse clinging to her tits, her face glistening with it. She walked around, rubbing her hands about her titties, the wetness exciting to her. She gazed down at Fawn's still-lighted living room, wishing her curtains were still open.
Then a knock on the door startled her. It was after ten at night, and she wasn't expecting anyone.
'I was just thinking about you,' Joan smiled happily as she took Fawn's hand and pulled her into the room. 'You're what I need right now, I think.'
'Strange coincidence,' Fawn said. 'I was down there thinking about you and Ted. When I saw your light still on, I knew you'd be up.'
'Ted's in bed,' Joan said. 'I think we exhausted him today.'
Fawn laughed. 'You must be taking extra good care of him then,' she said. 'We didn't do all that much.'
She eyed Joan's soaking blouse and a sly grin spread over her face. She leaned toward Joan and licked her tongue about Joan's chin. 'Ah-ha! I know what that is, honey.'
'If you know that, then you're not a stranger to it,' Joan said, leering at the beautiful young girl.
'I'm not a stranger to very much,' Fawn admitted, and licked Joan's lips. 'It seems we're more like each other all the time, I'd say.'
Fawn wore a robe, belted at the waist. Joan untied it and smiled when she saw the girl was naked beneath it. 'Mmmmmmmm, nice,' she murmured.
'And going to get nicer,' Fawn whispered. Holding Joan's hands, Fawn dipped her head and began to suck on one of Joan's nipples through her piss-wet blouse. 'Much, much nicer.'
Joan was elated. She had nothing to be ashamed of because she'd loved it when her son had pissed into her mouth. Fawn, too, it seemed, was turned on by piss. She cupped Fawn's naked, sweet and shapely tits while the girl sucked from nipple to nipple, tasting Ted's piss on her blouse. Squeezing Fawn's tits, Joan felt her cunt start boiling again, as hot as before.
