Chapter 4

It was late afternoon, and Joyce was still amused by her actions in the orange grove. Mike had been extremely excited. Once he overcame his fear, realized he really had nothing to fear, the sweet boy had enjoyed himself very much. It had been sheer accident they caught Mike without his brother and sister with him, and Joyce was hoping they could do the same with David and Sandra. She didn't anticipate any problem even if they didn't get them one by one. Not after what Shari had told her.

Her cunt tingled beautifully the rest of the day. That had been the first time she had gotten fucked since her husband had died. That is, fucked by a cock instead of her own finger. She was delighted that her children, Bobby and Shari, had taken to her incestuous plans so willingly.

Shari had disappeared somewhere, but Joyce wasn't worried. Bobby or she were always taking off someplace during summer vacation. There was nothing out here that would hurt them, and they had grown up on this grove. They knew it even better than she did. There were approximately eighty acres, and those kids knew each tree.

Bobby moped about the house, now and then asking his mother if she knew where his sister was. He had never been this way when Shari was gone before, and she was wondering about the way he was acting. Finally she understood--Bobby was walking around with a beautiful hard on. She watched her son, amused and feeling sorry for him at the same time. She noticed he rubbed his cock now and then as he wandered about, looking very lost.

The house was old but in excellent condition. It had been built over a hundred years ago and had a porch running along the front and part way down the south side. There was a porch swing that she often sat in during warm evenings. Also beneath a huge, ancient oak were some lawn furniture, wrought iron with pads, a fairly large table and a couple of benches. The house sat off the road perhaps a hundred yards, totally isolated from those who passed by the thick orange trees. Privacy was assured by the original owners.

Wearing her familiar western shirt and tight jeans, Joyce sat on the swing as the sun started going down. Her thoughts, as they had been all afternoon, were on this recent development in her life and her childrens' lives. Finally she got out of the swing and walked down the steps. There were bits of paper scattered on the lawn, and she started picking them up. Standing in the doorway of the house, Bobby watched his mother. He loved the way her jeans fit, and he was always gazing at her thighs and ass when she wore them. All this did right now was make his cock harder, throb almost painfully.

The full, round, tight curves of his mother's ass were boldly revealed by her tight jeans, and he loved the slight movement her ass cheeks made when she walked.

With his cock straining against his pants, he went to the lawn and sneaked up behind his mother, his hands itching to feel that pretty ass.

Joyce was standing there, her arms folded over her swelling tits, thinking, when Bobby came up behind her. She had no idea he was there. She was deep in thought. Bobby stood a few feet in back of her, looking at his mother's round ass. Then he stepped closer and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands.

"Oh!" Joyce yelped, startled. She whirled and faced her son. "Bobby! You frightened me, you little--"

Bobby giggled, and his mother laughed with him. "You're getting kind of brave, aren't you, young man. Sneaking up on your mother and grabbing her by the ass."

"I like it, Mom," he said. "You have a pretty ass."

"I'm glad you like my ass," she said to him, "but you don't have to sneak up on me. If you want to feel of my ass and play with it, go ahead. But stop startling me."

"I can?" Bobby asked, his voice cracking with excitement. "I really can, Mom?"

"Why not?" she countered, stepping close to her son and hugging him against her tits. "I'd like it, too."

Bobby's hands immediately went to his mother's swelling ass cheeks. He had dreamed of this for months, had seen her ass in his mind as he jacked off in the shed. He gripped his mother's ass tightly, his fingers digging into her firm flesh.

"Mmmm, I like that, baby," Joyce cooed softly against the top of his head. "Squeeze me, Bobby! Squeeze my ass tight and hard! Oooooo, nice!"

Joyce ground her cunt against his lower stomach, her clit sweetly distended. His cock throbbed against her thigh, making her shiver with anxious delight. Bobby's hands moved about her ass, feeling her through her jeans. He ran his fingers and palms all over her swelling asscheeks, and Joyce began to tremble as desire boiled between her long thighs.

"Just a minute, honey," she said in a thick voice, pulling from him. "Let me get out of these pants for you."

She stripped her tight jeans from her body, pulling her boots off as she balanced herself with a hand on his shoulder. She then stood before her son, wearing only her shirt. It came part way to her hips, and all her inviting dark cunt hair was visible to him in the fading light. His cock almost ripped through his pants.

Joyce spread her feet a foot apart, arching her pussy forward. She shook her ass. "Well, honey," she said in a throaty voice, "are you just going to stare at me? I thought you wanted to feel me up, Bobby."

His hands shook as he reached out to touch his mother. He slipped one hand through her long pussy hair and cupped her cunt. His other hand burned against the naked flesh of her round ass. While he was feeling her up, Joyce fumbled with her son's pants and they slithered to his feet. She grasped his throbbing cock and began to jack on his prick slowly, her fingers very tight.

"Oooo, you have a sweet hard on, baby," she cooed in a soft, excited voice. "It's so hard, Bobby! Mmmm, I bet you could make a girl's cunt come and come and come!"

Bobby's hand dug into his mother's ass, his fingers in her warm, enticing asscrack. His other hand was between her thighs, his finger stabbing in and out of her hot, slippery pussy.

"Want a piece of my ass, Bobby?" Joyce murmured as she writhed her body in his hands, her own hand pumping his throbbing cock with alternate squeezes of his hairless balls. "Would you like to have a piece of mother's ass, honey?"

"Oh, yes, Mom!" he gurgled.

"Do you love me, Bobby?" she teased. "Do you really love me?"

"You know I love you, Mom," he replied, his voice almost shrill.

"Would you do anything for me? Would you do anything I wanted... make me happy?"

Bobby's hand dug harshly into the cheek of her ass, the finger of his other hand fucking quickly into her cunt. Joyce pulled at his hard cock, feeling moisture smearing the palm of her hand.

"I'd do anything you asked, Mom!" he said hurriedly. "Anything at all!"

"You really like my ass, don't you, Bobby?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Would you give it a nice hot kiss?"

Bobby looked up at her face, seeing the fire in her dark eyes. "You want me to, Mom?"

Joyce pulled from him, turning her back. She writhed her naked ass at him, looking over her shoulder in a tantalizing way. "Kiss it for me, honey! Kiss mother's hot ass... Oooo, I love to get my ass kissed, Bobby!"

Bobby got on his knees behind his mother quickly, his hands holding her hips. He shoved his mouth against one of her creamy, smooth ass cheeks and began to kiss her ass hotly and excitedly. Joyce shivered as her son's lips burned kisses on her ass.

"Use your tongue, darling!" she urged. "Lick your tongue around my ass, Bobby! Ohhh, lick my ass for me... lick it, honey! Ohhhh, that's so nice! Ahhh, Bobby, Bobby! Your tongue is so fucking hot and wet! Mmmmm, lick it!"

Bobby ran his tongue all over the cheeks of his mother's ass, excited beyond anything he had ever imagined. Her ass was so soft, yet firm, creamy and smooth. Her ass flesh was so hot against his mouth, and he was thrilled by the way she wiggled her ass against his face.

Joyce leaned over, bracing herself by placing her hands on her knees, arching her naked ass into her son's face, whimpering with burning desire. Bobby quickly slipped his tongue into her warm asscrack, licking up and down. He probed the tip of his tongue against her asshole, making his mother squeal with pleasure. He lapped at her asshole, his tongue slipping along the hotness of her hairy cunt now and then. His mind was in a turmoil because he was tasting his mother's cunt and asshole at the same time. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought of doing this. All he thought of when he jacked off was looking at his mother's beautiful, round, tight ass.

Joyce was getting very weak as her son licked about her cunt and asshole. She finally had to drop to the soft grass on her hands and knees. She waggled her naked ass up in the air for him, then placed her head on the lawn. Bobby was on his knees already, and all he had to do was lean forward. But for a long moment, he teased himself by looking at his mother's creamy thighs, at the way her hairy cunt puckered between them, and by looking at the tight pucker of her light-brown asshole. His balls pulled tight against the base of his throbbing cock, and he groaned softly.