Family sex fest(39)

Totally blinded, Ava sat back on her haunches and scraped the warm jism out of her eyes with her fingers and blew it out of her nose, too. She'd seen her two daughters and pair of sons watching her hopelessly lustful acts with their father, and she'd notice how Doug Brill stared at her with a hard cock up. It seemed she felt their eyes on her naked body all the more because she was not able to see just then.

Her motherly ears worked all right while she was clearing her eyes, though, and they told her that three young slick and solid cocks were being jacked one way or another, just as they brought her the sounds of soft groans and murmurings from her daughters, Cheryl and Jenny, that said their pussies were being pleased by some busy fingers, most likely their own.

Before she got her eyes cleared, Ava felt her husband's hands pulling her head towards his body again, then the head of his dick was sliding allover her lips and cheeks and up-and-down. She knew he was simply wiping the leftover cum off his cock, which she didn't mind a bit as she happily allowed him to tidy up his prick that way. In spite of being blind and out of breath, Ava was excited by being taken for granted so lecherously by Brad, so she went on and sucked his rod clean for him. The whole process started her pussy buzzing and chewing in her crotch more.

Having licked Brad's dick clean, she finished mopping his dripping cum off her face. She rubbed her left eye until she could open it and see with it, then looked around. Brad was sitting against the head of the bed watching her. Her right eye was still scummed shut, and the jism irritated her by tickling her face, cheeks and chin in its slow dribbles down over them. The slimy stuff had her tits itching the same way, goodsized lumps and strings of the oily goo dangling off them, too.

How pretty she must look, she thought, sitting there on that bed with her husband their four children and the Brill boy all staring at her in her decorations of cum. But she could see now, at least.

Swabbing sperm out of her right eye, she saw Ben move behind her for a better look at her rear end as she sat on her heels. Besides looking very obscenely compromised, plastered with fresh jism from her tits to her forehead, she felt that way, too, with her son studying her ass-mounds so closely.

Feeling some jizzy flusters, the beautiful mother was still as full of lust as thirty lady cats in heat, hungry for more fucky thrills. The strong flow of a sexual tide pushed at her until she decided to let her naked, erotically quivering body be washed along in it. It was what she wanted most, now that she was with the family she loved and that loved her.

Ben's warm breath swirled along the crack of her butt as he leaned close, his breathing heavy as he admired her from behind. His very personal next words about her body didn't surprise her in the least. They seemed natural.

"Boy-oh-boy, Dad, Mom sure has one beautiful ass on her, huh?" he said. "Wonder if it has a grabby hole like Cheryl's and Jenny's?"

"I'd say yes, but I'm guessing," Brad said. "Your sisters probably got grabby assholes from her. Your mother never allowed me up her butt, though."

"Jesus, I'd like to find out!" Ben said then. "Do you think she'd let me dick her there now?"

Ava's brain spun from hearing this talk between her steamy-balled son and her huge-pricked husband, but she ate up every dirty word of it, knowing exactly what the pair were leading up to.

Ben stepped in front of her and stared down at her cum-covered face with solid-cocked interest. She gawked right back up at him, wiggled her tongue out and around her lips and cleaned up any jism she could reach that way, slurping it into her mouth and swallowing it, looking into her son's eyes all the time. She got some of the sperm-drools that were falling from her nose yet and lapped a little more off part of her chin. But she knew she should have a cloth to get the rest of the scum very well.

Then Ben reached out to the bedside stand and picked up an undershirt of his father's from it, handing it to her.

"Here, Mom. You can swab your dreamy face with this," he said.

"Why, thank you, darling," Ava told him.

She blew the last of the cum out of her nose into the soft cotton shirt, then mopped the rest of the spatters and splashes of jizz off her neck and tits. The undershirt was soaked with sperm when she threw it back on the stand by the bed.

Then Ava enjoyed her first good look at her son's cock out in front of his crotch very hard at a high angle: long and sleek without being at all thin. She watched Ben move almost behind her again, noticing that his eyes wanted to stay mostly on her butt-crack, which made her asshole flutter. This particular one of her twin boys could develop into an "ass-man" in the truest sense of the words, she decided. She knew her son would have a chance to satisfy his obvious interest in her arse when her husband spoke again, not because of what he said, but because of the position he would get her in.