Palm Springs Vacation Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Palm Springs Vacation Ch. 08

... pointing the way before him. "Ooooooh...'morning wood'!" JoAnn cooed with delight, reaching out to grasp the boy's hard-on.

"Noooooo!" Bobby cried, holding his hands out in front of him to stop her.

JoAnn looked up at him and saw the pained expression on his face. "What's the matter, Bobby?" she asked, concerned.

"I don't know," Bobby moaned. "I woke up this morning with a hard-on that won't quit and my balls ache like I've never felt before!"

JoAnn looked at her niece, smiling and nodding knowingly. "The boy's got a case of 'blue balls'," she said. She turned back to Bobby. "I guess we did kind of leave you high and dry, last night, didn't we? And then, I'll bet you payed around with it all night, yourself, too, didn't you?"

"I...uhhhh...I...uhhhh..." he stammered.

"Yeah, I thought so..." JoAnn laughed, then purred, "Mmmmmm...I'd love to play with that thing all night myself!" She giggled, "But don't worry, I know how to fix it."

JoAnn took Sharon's hand and carefully wrapped it around Bobby's stiff prick. "Stroke it gently, but be sure you don't jiggle his balls," she said, "and cup your other hand under the head. Be ready to catch it."

"Okay," Sharon nodded as she lightly slid her fingers back and forth along the boy's rigid shaft.

JoAnn stood up and moved to stand behind Bobby. She laid her hands on his shoulders, then slid them down to caress his back, then his buttocks. Squatting down, she grasped his buttocks in either hand and spread them ...

... apart. She thrust her face between his parted ass-cheeks and began swirling her tongue around and around the puckered ring of his anus.

"Ughhh..." Bobby jerked at the unexpected, intimate touch of JoAnn's tongue on his ass-hole and winced as his balls were jostled.

JoAnn continued to rim Bobby's bung for a few moments, leaving a generous coating of saliva, then she pressed the tip of her stiffened tongue against the center of that ring and forced it open. JoAnn repeatedly thrust her stiffened tongue in and out of the boy's ass-hole, leaving it dripping with her saliva.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Bobby gasped, his butt twitching, each time JoAnn's tongue thrust into his ass.

While she squatted behind Bobby, probing ass-hole with her tongue, JoAnn cupped her palm over her pussy and slid her middle finger up into her vagina. She slid it in and out several times until she was sure it was well-coated with pussy-juice, then she touched the tip of that finger to Bobby's already lubricated rectum, and slid it up inside his ass.

Bobby groaned and rose up on his toes at this unexpectedly deeper intrusion, thrusting his straining hard-on forward and upward.

With her finger deep in Bobby's ass, JoAnn located the boy's prostate and began to massage it.

As if she had turned on a faucet, a continuous stream of thick, translucent cum began to gush from the tip of Bobby's straining penis, filling Sharon's cupped palm.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! That feels so weird!" Bobby cried, ...