Saturday , January 29 2022

Horny Balling Mother

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 aluscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, atleast she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn’t sosure.
The girl, with a honey-colored hair that fell over the air float anddangled in the water, was the prettiest in the apartment complex. Herskin was a creamy, golden color, her body slender but with some verybeautiful hollows and hills and curves. Her bikini was almostnonexistent. The bottom was a simple, tiny patch of bright red and thetop hardly a band a cloth that covered her flawlessly shaped tits.
Joan enjoyed looking at the girl, too. Joan had never denied the beautyof the female form as some women would. She had always enjoyed lookingat pretty girls as much as any man.
The only thing she knew about the girl was her name, Fawn. It was apretty 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 balconyoverlooking the pool and patio area. She sat out there on the balconynow 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 themiddle of the day, and all the tenants were at work except for Joan, herson, and Fawn.
It wasn’t long before Joan noticed the front of her son’s bathing trunksbulging. 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. Thegirl on the raft seemed to know just what to do with Ted, working on histender young emotions to arouse him to the point of that hard-on. Fawnwas on her back as she floated lazily in the sparkling water, her legsparted.
It was exciting to watch Fawn tease her son. Watching them, Joan foundthat she, too, was being turned on. She wasn’t sure it was because ofher 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 herselfbecoming wet between her thighs, her nipples straining.
The ringing of the telephone irritated Joan, especially when it turnedout to be a wrong number. Sighing, she stepped back onto the patio andlooked down.
Fawn’s tits were naked!
The girl had taken her bikini top off, and it now floated on the surfaceof the water. Her firm tits rose up into twin points, with fantasticpink nipples. Joan noticed Ted was no longer trying to sneak peeks atFawn, 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 lovelytitties. Joan saw the girl was watching Ted, a smile playing about hermoist lips. Either Ted was so awed by what he was looking at, or hismind had suddenly become numb–he sat there with his cock straining athis trunks, making no effort to conceal it. Joan’s reaction to this wasa deep burning sensation between her thighs, and she was acutely awarethat her clitoris had become intensely swollen inside her panties.
Fawn was circling her fingertips beneath her tits, drawing them up theswollen curves and around her rigid nipples. Joan gasped, knowing Fawnwas going out of her way to tease Ted, being bold and blatant andwanton. She felt a moment of hatred for Fawn. She shouldn’t tease a boyTed’s age! A man would be different, Joan felt, but to a boy of Ted’sage, something like this could be extremely traumatic.
Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing tofuck them. Fawn didn’t look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered ifher 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 itwould. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bullif he could get his hands on Fawn’s lovely tits. His cock seemed readyto burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of herson’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 hereyes move from it.
A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan’s eyes to the pretty girl. Fawnwas looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joanwatched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the topof her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress theinside of one thigh.
Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wantondisplay of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her owntitties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressureon her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cuntto twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with theseeping fluids of her excited cunt.
Joan’s eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than herson. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openlystroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her fingeralong the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joanheard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. Histongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girlfondling herself.
Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom andJoan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hairof her cunt.
On an impulse, Joan looked around. There was no one else at home in thesmall apartment complex, she knew, still she darted her eyes frombalcony to balcony, then back to the pool. Ted was too absorbed inwatching 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 andrubbed at her cunt, feeling deliciously wicked and exposed. If either orboth 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 tormentthan anything else. Immediately after the grunt, the sound of Fawn’stinkling giggles drifted up to Joan. It took a moment or so for Joan torealize 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 sonhad come off watching Fawn tease him.
“Was it a good one, Ted?” Joan heard Fawn ask. “Did you come nice andhard?”
Joan saw her son nod his head.
“I told you I’d show my titties to you one day, remember?” Fawn said toTed. “Now do you believe me?”
Ted nodded his head vigorously as Fawn retrieved her floating top andput it back on.
“I came too, you know,” Fawn said as she tied the halter over hershapely young titties. “I usually come, too.”
This had been going on a while, Joan realized. She had paid noattention, and here this pretty young girl was playing around with herson, making him come off inside his trunks. But it was so open! Rightthere at the pool with the sun burning down on them. Of course there wasno one home to see–except Joan. Still, someone might.
Joan felt admiration for Fawn, admiring her boldness and wantonbehavior. Fawn was doing things that Joan had only fantasized about.Somehow Joan felt very close to Fawn. She hardly knew the girl, but feltas if they were very close, almost like sisters.
Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was betweenher thighs. Quickly, she shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it overher 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 thewhite, creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color ofher thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted before she pulled the bikini outof the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.
“We’ll do it again later, honey,” she said, picking up her towel andstepped into her own apartment on the bottom floor.
Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still veryhard. She watched him gaze in the direction where Fawn disappeared,rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to comeup for a late lunch.
As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herselflooking at her son in a different way. Ted was quite young, butapparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Norwas he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan stillfelt excitement rumbling through her body as she looked at him,visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mindcreated a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised tofind that she almost came.
After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of histrunks. She watched him go down the short hall to his room, her eyes onthe tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.
When he didn’t return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joanfollowed 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 wetcome juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the hamper, sheshoved the door open and stepped in–stopping suddenly.
Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. Hewas, or had been, jerking off frantically. The boy gave a yelp ofsurprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He tried tostuff 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, canyou?” she said.
“Aw, Mom,” Ted blushed.
“A hard-on isn’t anything to be ashamed of, Ted,” Joan said, surprisingherself with her choice of words. “Nor should you be ashamed of playingwith 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 upfrom them.
Joan stared at her son’s cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms ofher hands. “I know how good it can feel,” she went on, her voicedropping to a whisper. “I understand the feeling very well, honey. Iknow you can’t leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know youhave to touch it, play with it.”
As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving fartherinto the bathroom, getting closer and closer to her son. His trunks haddropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away from him now, herknees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollensmoothly, and he was dripping from his piss-hole, the shaft visiblythrobbing.
She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending herknees, squatting at her son’s side, her hand resting on one of his hotknees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeingthe wiry hair at the base.
“I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes,” she murmured with athickening voice, her hand moving slowly up his trembling thigh. “It’sdifficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There’s nothing atall to be ashamed of.”
The tip of her fingers barely touched his balls and she heard Ted gaspand lifted her eyes to his. Ted was looking at her now, his eyesunfocused but very, very hot. She felt his balls writhe against herfingertips, and she lightly brushed at them. Just as he had beenfascinated with Fawn’s beautiful titties, Joan now seemed fascinatedwith his cock and balls.
Joan’s fingers trailed past his balls and moved agonizingly slowly upthe underside of his throbbing cock. She was breathing hard as shewatched her hand, her gasps matching the pants of her son. She felt theheat of his cock against the tips of her fingers and, reaching theswollen head, she swirled one around the smooth head and finally overthe wetness of his piss-hole. Ted was shaking, making strangling soundsin his throat as he watched, disbelievingly, as his mother caressed andstroked 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 upand down slowly, feeling the hardness, the heat, the powerful throbbingof it. Her cunt was on fire again, and she could feel the wetness in thecrotch of her panties.
Tightening her fist, she started jerking her hand up and down, twistingit. She squeezed her son’s cock, feeling it swell and burn against herhand. Joan began to whimper softly as she stroked Ted’s cock, littlesqueals coming from her. Gripping Ted’s cock tightly now, she pumped inshort, jerky thrusts, watching his cock drip more and more. She lickedher lips as excitement burned through her body. The pulsations of hiscock seemed to be increasing significantly as she jerked up and down,but she was so fascinated to be holding his cock she paid no attentionto it.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ted came.
“Ohhh!” Joan cried out, watching his come juice boil from the piss-holerapidly, spurt after spurt. She jacked furiously now, moaning as comejuice 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 alow squeal as her cunt went into fiery convulsions of orgasm.
She beat on his prick until he finished cumming. Then, without anotherword, she stood up and moistened a cloth. She wiped his stomach andthighs, then his cock, and last her own hand. Tossing the cloth into thebathroom sink, she left her son sitting on the toilet, a very surprisedand delighted boy.

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