Sucker For Mom by Mark Jacobs
Chapter 1
Sheila Davis smoothed her hands down over her silken sides and rested
them on her naked hips, smiling seductively and admiring herself in her
full-length mirror. She felt silly standing there all alone in her
bedroom and practicing the comely smile that she had steadfastly refused
to use on a man for three miserable and fuckless years, but she had been
seized by the urge to see herself at her luscious best again, and the
urge had been much too powerful to resist.
Sheila had managed somehow to cram her huge tits into a tiny bikini top,
although the overflow of yielding tit-flesh was almost obscene. She had
left her bottom off, not that the skimpy garment would have covered much
of her beautiful ass anyway. She felt seductive as she stood there half
naked, her tits barely covered, looking at her furry dark-haired cunt.
She shook her head and tossed her long soft black hair until it fell
over her naked shoulders and cascaded over her barely-covered bulging
breasts.
Sheila was amazed to discover that her sensuality seemed to be coming to
life again after three years of no cock. She knew what had triggered her
sudden reawakening. Her sixteen-year-old son Terry was with her again
after a three-year absence, and it was he who had caused the itch of
lust to stir her pussy.
Sheila had felt herself coming to life again after such a long and
restless sleep the moment she had seen her son striding down the ramp at
the airport three weeks earlier. She felt herself being slowly consumed
by the intense heat of her naked lust for her son.
As much as Sheila hated to admit it, she knew deep down inside her that
she was wildly in love with her handsome young son. She knew how dirty
and depraved her love for him was, knew perfectly well that her love for
the boy went far beyond a mother's natural love for her only child. Her
pussy positively blazed with passion for the boy.
Sheila always felt dizzy whenever he was near her. At times she could
hardly breathe when he paraded around the beach house in various degrees
of undress. She had almost fainted on several occasions when he had
flashed his cunt-melting young grin at her.
Sheila had caught herself staring at the big soft-looking bulge of
Terry's crotch the moment she had seen him leave the plane at the
airport, and had been immediately filled with shame at her lewd
behavior.
So far she knew that Terry hadn't noticed her ogling at his cock. He was
so tall, so muscular, so handsome, and he moved with such controlled
power that she felt her cunt warming whenever he was near her.
Sheila had lived without a man, and without her son, for far too long,
but it had been necessary under the circumstances, and she somehow knew
that Terry understood and forgave her for his three years without a
mother.
Sheila had been too unstable after her stormy divorce from her husband
Blake to devote to her son the time and attention she had known Terry
would need at such a sensitive time in his life.
At the urging of friends and relatives, she had sent Terry off to the
Bradford School for Boys for three years. Terry had grown to young
manhood in the three years at Bradford. She had given them a sensitive
and confused thirteen-year-old boy and they had returned a young stud in
his place. At sixteen he was the perfect image of his father, whom
Sheila still loved in spite of herself. She was filled now with the urge
to mother the child she had missed for so long.
She saw in the boy all of Blake's good qualities and none of the bad. He
had Blake's boldness, but not the cruel streak that had gone with it.
Her son knew how to flash his boyish grin and make a girl's heart
flutter, and he knew that if he could make a girl's heart flutter he
could make her cunt flutter too. Blake had had that same cunt-warming
grin, but had used it far too often on far too many other women.
Sheila had had ample opportunity to observe her son's way with girls. In
the three weeks since he had been home he had already managed to sweep a
beautiful young girl off her feet and into his arms. Sheila knew that
Bradford was an extremely liberal school, so liberal in fact that it was
often the object of heated social criticism.
Of course she had no idea what sexual liberties the male students at
Bradford actually took with the girls at Carleton, an all-girl
institution only a stone's throw from Bradford, but she did know that
those liberties had been taken often enough to teach her son more than
the fundamentals of fucking. She knew these things because she had
watched Terry putting into practice the things he had learned in his
three years at Bradford.
She had watched her son fucking on the beach!
She flushed when she thought about how dirty her spying was. But she
hadn't been able to resist watching Terry and his girl friend Wendy on
the sandy beach. She had been spying on them for several days now, and
the more she watched the hotter her lust for her son had become.
As she stood before her mirror and admired her naked form, she began to
realize that Wendy really wasn't any more attractive than she was,
although the girl was sixteen and Sheila was thirty-six. The years had
been good to Sheila, at least physically. She still had what it took to
excite men. She still had the huge free-flowing tits that her husband
had loved to lift and fondle so lustily. She still had the gently
sloping thighs that hid the fuzzy nest of her fragrant and responsive
cunt, the thighs that Blake had loved to stroke, the cunt that he had
loved to fuck.
She had everything it took to captivate a man, if only she could bring
herself to try again after such a painful divorce experience.
When she thought of the joys she had experienced in Blake's bed, her
cunt began to moisten between her slightly spread legs. She had to have
cock now! She had to feel something rubbing against her clit and the
tender lips of her pussy! She had to have something in her cunt, even if
it was her own fingers!
She held her breath and reached down between her long lithe legs,
stroking the mound of her cunt. She felt her pussy tingling inside as
her fingertips stimulated the sensitive flesh. Her cunt began to twitch
as her fingers played over her pussy-flesh.
She had to see Terry and Wendy! She couldn't wait another minute. She
ran to her dresser and removed the binoculars she had been using for her
spying, still pressing the fingers of one hand against her moistening
cuntlips. Hardly able to breathe, she ran into the living room and sat
herself on the sofa in front of her huge picture window. The view of the
ocean was always breathtaking, but now her breath was taken away by a
wilder and even more awe-inspiring sight. She had found them!
Sheila had known just about where to point her binoculars.
Terry and Wendy usually fucked in the same spot on a big bright orange
beach blanket, which was easy enough to find on the white sand of the
beach. Sheila's beach house was far enough away from the other houses in
the area to afford Terry and Wendy enough privacy for their hot-fucking
activities, although she somehow got the impression that privacy was the
farthest thing from their horny minds.
Wendy was a hot-assed little cunt, and Sheila knew it. Sheila was a bit
jealous of her too, although she tried to hide her true feelings. She
writhed when she considered how Wendy was monopolizing Terry's time, but
she endured the agony for the sake of her son. Wendy was a nice enough
girl, she knew, if only Terry wouldn't spend so much of his time with
her.
Wendy was on vacation and was staying at her Aunt Sally's place,
although she seemed to be staying with Sheila and Terry as much as with
her aunt. But even though her feelings about Wendy were mixed, Sheila
had to admit that she gave her the opportunity to stroke her sweet cunt
leisurely while she watched her son in action.
Sheila curled her naked legs beneath her ass and reached between them,
sticking her finger all the way up her cunt and finger-fucking herself
slowly. She stared wide-eyed at the youngsters fucking on the beach. She
was so excited that she had trouble steadying the high-powered
binoculars in her trembling hand.
* * *
"Okay, Wendy baby, here we are on the beach with nobody in sight. The
sun's hot and so are my fuckin' balls. So how's about givin' my old cock
a good suck?" Terry grinned at Wendy, his blue eyes glittering.
"You make it sound so romantic!" Wendy sniffed, her hand dropping on the
huge bulge that swelled beneath her boy friend's tight trunks.
"Romantic my ass! Cut the talkin' and suck me off!" Terry said, scooting
closer to this beautiful blonde chick and spreading his muscular legs to
give her a better view of his swelling crotch.
"Aren't you bold!" Wendy gasped in feigned shock and amazement, removing
her hand from Terry's cock-bulge and sitting up primly. She shook her
pretty blonde head. "And what makes you think that a refined lady like
me would do such a dirty thing for a nasty boy like you?"
"Oh shit, Wendy, I dunno. I just guessed from the way you were grabbin'
my balls out there in the water you might like a taste of the old cock.
Come to think of it, Miss Wendy, you've been feelin' my cock and balls
through my trunks all day! Of course if you don't want to..." Terry
smiled, rolling over on his stomach and waiting for tile hot-assed
chick's predictable reaction.
"Don't be so hasty, darling!" Wendy smiled, her beautiful blue eyes
sparkling. "I might take a little taste of your nasty cock, just a
little taste of it mind you!" She laughed, falling beside her
sixteen-year-old stud and kissing him on the cheek.
"Aw shucks, Miss Wendy, you know I can't give y'all just a little taste
of prick. My cock's too damn big for just a little taste! I wouldn't
wanna choke you with it, and I wouldn't want you to do anything you'd be
ashamed of later, Miss Wendy," Terry teased, turning his face away from
her. "I'll just beat off and shoot the stuff into this here beach
towel."
Terry reached inside his tight trunks and grabbed his stiff prick,
bucking his lean young ass against the towel for a moment or two.
"Oh no you won't, Terry Davis! Stop that this minute! We just can't have
you wasting that delicious sperm of yours! I'm starving! Roll over and
let me eat you all up!" she giggled.
"Naw, Miss Wendy, I ... I respect you too much now!" Terry grinned.
"Oh please, Terry! Please let me suck your cock! I beg you! Let me eat
your delicious dick!" she said dramatically, on her knees in the sand,
her eyes closed beseechingly.
"Well, if you insist, Miss Wendy. I can't stand to see a girl beg."
Terry smiled, starting to roll over on his back again but changing his
mind at the last minute. "Y'know, Miss Wendy, I think I deserve more
than just a suck job now, after all that teasin' I mean. You cockteasers
make a guy kinda tense, y'know what I mean? So how's about a nice
massage to loosen me up a little?"
"Anything you say, Terry! Anything at all!" Wendy smiled, throwing her
long lithe legs over Terry's muscular back, straddling him like a
stallion.
When Terry felt Wendy's silken hands on his naked shoulders, he knew
that he was in for one hell of an afternoon. Wendy had the warmest,
softest hands he had ever felt on his naked body, and he had felt a good
many hands. In fact, Wendy had to be the warmest chick he had ever
known, and the most eager to fuck and suck.
She kneaded his tense muscles for him. Wendy knew exactly how to turn a
guy on and keep him turned on until they both flashed off in the
craziest orgasms imaginable, and it was just the kind of knowledge that
Terry appreciated in a chick.
He had met Wendy the first day of his stay with his mother. Meeting his
mother hadn't been the easiest thing for him, or, he realized, for his
mother. He had expected some confusion of feelings when he saw her for
the first time, but he had expected nothing like the strange and totally
unexpected mixture of love and sexual excitement that had filled him
that day. He had actually been wildly turned on by his mother! He still
felt strange when he thought about it.
He hadn't recognized his mother standing there in the airport waiting
for him with open arms. When he had realized that the dark and beautiful
woman was his mother, he had almost pissed in his pants. She was
infinitely more beautiful than he remembered her, a tall, smooth,
cool-looking beauty with dark eyes that seemed to smolder with
controlled sexuality.
Terry had almost gotten a hard-on right there in the airport, and things
had gone equally badly for him all that day.
Terry had wanted to get away from his mother and the relatives and
friends who had turned out to greet him that day. He had needed time to
get away by himself and think things over. He had been lucky enough to
find Wendy walking along the beach in the sunset.
He had made idle conversation with the luscious young blonde for a few
minutes and had been amazed at her easy responsiveness. She had seemed
totally open, totally free to communicate with him. She was just the
kind of girl he had always wanted, just the kind of girl he had dreamed
about at Bradford, and she had taken his mind off the lust that his sexy
mother had kindled inside him. Before long the two sixteen-year-olds had
become great friends, and great lovers.
Terry had fucked her that same night, after making excuses with the
family. It had been one wild night on the beach, fucking in the
moonlight with the sound of the surf pounding steadily in their ears,
pounding as steadily as Terry's cock went in and out of Wendy's sucking
cunt.
He had been fucking her every day since, sneaking out of the house every
chance he got, putting the cock to the luscious beauty at any time of
the day or night.
Wendy had no trouble finding the time to spread her legs for him. All
she had to do was tell her aunt that she had a date. Her aunt understood
exactly what she was doing when she went for those long walks on the
beach and accepted her sexual activities as a perfectly healthy way to
spend the summer.
Terry wasn't sure that his mother would understand his sexual freedom.
He hated slipping away under ridiculously false pretenses and meeting
Wendy secretly on the beach. Recently, he had introduced his girl friend
to his mother, but he still hadn't been able to tell her his true
feelings for her.
"Does that feel better, Terry?" Terry heard Wendy ask sweetly.
"Uh ... yeah, baby, that feels great," he said, brought back suddenly by
the sound of his girl's voice.
"That doesn't sound very convincing, Terry," Wendy said, moving her
hands over Terry's back and squeezing his heavy muscles lovingly.
"Aw shit, Wendy, I'm sorry. Hell, baby, I was just thinkin' about
somethin'," Terry said.
"We can't have you thinking too much, Terry. I want you to let your mind
go free and enjoy this little massage," Wendy said, her hands on Terry's
asscheeks now, squeezing his flesh through the tight material of his
damp swim trunks.
When Terry felt Wendy sneaking her fingers inside the waistband of his
trunks, he forgot his problems with his mother and abandoned himself to
the wild thrills that free-fucking Wendy inspired in him.
His cock was hard already and had been for a long time, most of the
afternoon in fact. She had been grabbing his crotch playfully all
afternoon, and he had been grabbing at her silken titties at every
opportunity. Her tits were barely covered by the tight little pink
bikini top she wore. Terry liked nothing better than the feel of wet
tit-flesh in his strong young hands, and Wendy had plenty of tit-flesh
to feel.
But now it was Wendy's turn to work Terry into a hot frenzy, and Terry
felt his body responding.
He sighed when he felt the girl's eager fingers moving beneath his tight
trunks. His cock was almost sticking out through the leg of his trunks.
His balls were painfully cramped by his big swollen cock. He could feel
slippery droplets of pre-cum oozing out of his prick and wetting the
inside of his tight trunks.
She was driving him nuts with her expert manipulations, and she hadn't
even started yet.
"Why don't we get rid of these silly trunks, Terry? I never did like
brown trunks. There, that's much better. I like pink, Terry. You're as
pink as a baby down there, lover." Wendy smiled, her eyes widening, her
heart fluttering as she slowly skinned his trunks down over his ass.
Terry lifted up his hips and helped her expose the cheeks of his ass.
The free-fucking chick managed to expose her lover's ass without
uncovering the front of his body. He wanted desperately to let his cock
free from its painful confinement, wanted desperately to feel Wendy's
fingers moving over it, wanted desperately to feel his balls squirming
in her eager young hands.
His cock jerked when she ran her incredibly soft warm hands over the
exposed cheeks of his hard young ass. He felt shivers race up and down
his spine when she ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass,
felt a tension building deep down in his balls when she dipped her hand
down between his legs and tickled his scrotum.
"Hey, Wendy, that's the greatest, but there's somethin' on the other
side of me that's kinda tense too. How about workin' on my other side
for a while?" Terry reached up behind him without turning over and
grabbed one of Wendy's barely concealed tits.
"How could I resist, Terry?" the hot-assed chick smiled, thrilling to
the feel of her lover's strong hand on her big tittie.
Terry rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head,
spreading his long muscular legs and opening his crotch to Wendy's gaze.
He watched Wendy reach down and grab a handful of cock through his thin
trunks. Every muscle in his young body tensed uncontrollably when he
felt her gentle fingers wrap around his hard prick.
He sucked in. his breath when he saw her reaching beneath his tight
waistband and tugging until his trunks were down to his knees. His cock
ached terribly, dripping pre-seminal fluid and throbbing wildly between
his legs. His balls felt as if they were on fire, burning deep down
inside with hot lust for Wendy. She was driving him crazy and she knew
it.
"Ummmmmmm! Delicious, Terry! What a cock you have! And such huge balls!
You really are a stud, Terry. I'll bet you'd like me to take this huge
prick in my little mouth and suck the cum right out of it, wouldn't you,
Terry? Is that why you're so tense, darling?" Wendy smiled seductively,
moving both of her silken hands up and down Terry's dripping erection.
"Yeah, baby! I want that mouth on my cock! You bet your sweet ass I want
it! Suck that fucker! Gimme some real sweet head, Wendy!" Terry rasped,
gasping when the horny chick grabbed his balls and tugged on them hard
enough to cause him a little pain.
"Do you like that too? Do you like having your big fat balls squeezed,
stud?" Wendy hissed, growing wilder and wilder by the second as she
manipulated Terry's prick and balls.
"Yeah, I like it fine! Damn right I like it, baby! But don't pull those
fuckers off!" 'Terry gritted his teeth as she continued to pull on his
sperm-swollen balls.
"Pull them off? I wouldn't do a thing like that, lover! I wouldn't be
able to drink that delicious cum of yours if I pulled your balls off!
I'll be more gentle, Terry! How's this?" Wendy giggled, stroking Terry's
tight balls with the tips of her sensitive fingers.
"Go down on it now, Wendy! You get me hotter'n hell! Give it a good long
suck!" Terry growled deep in his throat. "Suck that fuckin' cock! Suck
it, baby!"
Terry felt Wendy's long blonde hair falling over his naked thighs as she
bent over his aching erection and pursed her pretty lips. He shivered
when she grabbed the aching shaft of his bloated cock and held it
straight up away from his hard young body. He trembled deep down inside
when he felt her warm moist breath against the shiny hard head of his
prick. He sucked in his breath when he felt her wet lips touch the lips
of his swollen cock-head.
He felt his body jerk when Wendy plunged her pretty head down all the
way to the wiry hair of his curly dark groin. She sucked his entire nine
inches of prick all the way down her sucking throat, running her tongue
around the head of it until it was too far down inside her oral channel.
She scraped her teeth against the skin on the hard shaft of his cock,
nibbling gently on his plug of meat, making red marks on the skin of his
dripping cock. She tickled the base of his cock with the end of her
tongue when she had swallowed him, flicking her tongue out and tickling
his balls.
Wendy loved to feel his responses, loved to feel his hard young muscles
tensing, loved to feel his cock jerking in her face, loved to feel his
balls tightening against her tongue. She knew how powerfully she was
affecting Terry.
"Oh yeah! Suck my cock! Suck my hot aching cock! Eat it! Eat my cock!
You're the greatest, Wendy baby, the fuckin' greatest! Keep suckin' that
thing! Keep eatin' my meat!" Terry gasped, his breathing shallow and
fast.
Wendy reached down between her kneeling legs and began pressing her warm
fingers against her cuntmound, slowly stimulating her delicious blonde
cunt. Her bikini bottom was already wet at the crotch, wet with the
free-flowing juices her stud's cock was causing to flow between her
legs. The more she sucked Terry's prick the more her cunt flowed with
sweet musky moisture. Her mouth watered as much as her twat, her saliva
dribbling down the impaled shaft of Terry's huge prick. The girl's cunt
was blazing, itching, twitching with excitement and unbridled lust.
Terry noticed that Wendy's fingers were working between her luscious
legs, scratching at the thin material of her bikini, stimulating her hot
pussy.
The more he thought about that hot pussy the more he hungered for it.
The more he thought about her warm moist cunt and the delicious taste of
her pussy the more he longed to bury his face between her legs and eat
her feminine morsel. He had to have her. He had to suck her cunt!
"Oh, baby! Baby! You gotta let me eat you! I gotta suck your cunt!"
Terry rasped, putting his hands on Wendy's cheeks and raising her
beautiful blonde head off his aching rod.
"Yesssssss! Eat my cunt! Lick me! Suck me until I come! Please, Terry!
Please do it to me! Please lick me there! Now! Oh yes! Take me! Take
me!"
Wendy's eyes were glittering with lust, her lips wet with saliva and
Terry's pre-seminal fluid.
Terry struggled to his feet and kicked off his trunks and sandals. His
hard cock jutted up from his hairy groin, the head of it swollen and
glistening in the hot sun. He grinned down at Wendy as she eased herself
into position on the bright orange beach towel.
She smiled wickedly and lay back, her eyes half open, her legs slightly
parted, her hands on her tits. Terry knew that she would do anything in
the world to please him, and he knew that he would do the same for her.
"You're beautiful, Wendy! Goddamn you're beautiful! Better than any of
those chicks at Carleton!" Terry said, reaching down and grabbing his
rigid dick.
"We learned a few things at St. Anne's too, Terry! I must say you're
much better than any of the boys at Anderson College," Wendy smiled.
"Did you fuck a lot there, Wendy?" Terry asked, stroking his hard cock
at a leisurely pace, making wet sucking sounds as his hand went up and
down over the big flange of his cockhead.
"I fucked every night, Terry. But you're the best. You're the very best.
Your cock is so huge! And besides, darling, you're kind of cute." She
smiled playfully.
"You're kinda cute too, Wendy, especially between those legs. Let me get
that bikini off, Wendy. Gotta have your pussy! Gotta have it!" Terry
said, kneeling between his girl's lovely legs and helping her off with
her flimsy garment.
Wendy arched her back slightly, thrusting her slender pelvis out and up,
letting him expose her pussy to the warming rays of the sun. While he
was uncovering her pussy, she reached behind her slender back and
unfastened the strap of her bikini top. Her tits seemed to burst out of
her top when she unfastened it, as if they had been crammed into the
garment like bulging balloons. When she was naked and glowing in the
sunlight, she flashed Terry a cockteaser's smile and offered herself to
him with a nasty wink.
When he had thrown her bikini aside, Terry grabbed Wendy's honey-tanned
tits and began squeezing them lovingly. He had never seen such beautiful
tits on a chick, except in some of his dirty magazines. Every time he
stared at the huge piles of perfectly formed tits he felt dizzy with
excitement.
He squeezed and squeezed her yielding tit-flesh until he heard her soft
moans of passion. Her little nipples hardened immediately. He took them
between his fingertips and pinched the hard little points until he knew
that they tingled inside her, pinched them until she began to cry softly
in the depths of her passion.
"Oh Terry, it's so beautiful being here with you! You make me feel so
... so hot and wild! Yes, darling. Pinch my titties! Play with my tits!
Oh God! God! You're so strong and handsome!" Wendy raised up off the
towel and wrapped her arms around Terry.
"You're somethin' else, baby! Jesus Christ you're hot! You drive me
nuts!" Terry growled as he felt Wendy's big tits crushing against his
smooth hard chest.
Terry fell on Wendy and began kissing her naked flesh from head to toe.
He pressed his hot lips against Wendy's and sucked gently, sneaking his
tongue inside her mouth and tickling her gums. Wendy responded in kind,
exploring Terry's mouth and making his flesh tingle more and more by the
second.
Then he began tasting the satin flesh of her long golden-tanned throat,
licking and kissing from her chin all the way down to her deep cleavage.
He tickled the flesh of her huge tits with his tongue-tip while she
moaned softly with pleasure. He traced the free-flowing curves of her
naked tits with his tongue, flicking the tip over the hard points of her
nipples, taking them into his mouth and sucking on them until she
squirmed.
"You don't know ... how ... how wonderful that makes me feel..." Wendy
cried softly. "I just love having my tits sucked!"
Terry made wet slurping sounds as he licked and sucked Wendy's hot tits.
Her tit-peaks were incredibly hard now, excited wildly by Terry's tongue
and the constant scraping of his teeth against them. He wanted to go on
sucking her tits forever, but he also wanted to taste the creamy flesh
of her delicious cunt, and his lust for cunt won out over his hunger for
her tits.
Wendy seemed almost disappointed when Terry stopped sucking her
tit-peaks and began moving down over her silken belly. Then she forgave
him for leaving her to pinch her own nipples. She cried deep down inside
her when she felt his wet warm lips traveling over her slightly curved
belly, moaned when she felt his tongue snaking around her belly button,
groaned when she felt his nose pressing against the light blonde down of
her love-nest.
Wendy's cunt was wet and wild inside, twitching and tingling with
uncontrollable lust. She thrilled to the feel of his strong hands on her
naked flesh, thrilled to the knowledge that his big hard cock was ready
and waiting to be plunged deep into her steaming pussy.
"What a pussy! What a fucking pussy!" Terry gasped as his lips grazed
the mound of her fragrant cunt.
Terry rubbed his nose around in Wendy's light golden pubic hair until
she began to squirm. He began flicking out his tongue and tickling the
feminine flesh between the lovely girl's spread legs. His tongue slowly
traveled down toward the raggedy lips of her luscious pussy. He could
taste the musky dew of her cunt on the tip of his tongue even before he
touched the lips of her cunt. He went slowly at his cuntlapping, teasing
the horny chick until she went wild.
"Yes! Suck me! Suck my pussy! Please! Please, Terry! Eat me out! Suck my
pussy! Lick my cuntlips! Suck me until I come! Please! I need your lips
on my twat! I need your tongue inside me!" Wendy cried, her eyes closed,
her head shaking back and forth, her pussy blazing.
"I'm gonna eat you all right, baby! I'm gonna suck your pussy and then
you know what I'm gonna do?" Terry rasped.
"What?" Wendy hissed.
"I'm gonna shove this fuckin' cock inside you so far you're gonna feel
it in your throat!"
"Oh yes! Yesssssss! Give it to me! Suck me and fuck me! I need it! I
need it all!"
Terry suddenly pressed his face against the musky flesh of the girl's
creamy cunt and drove his tongue deep inside her cunt-hole. He began
wiggling his tongue inside her pussy, making the lips of her cunt jiggle
and tingle with passion. His tongue corkscrewed inside Wendy's cunt,
making it flow with moisture.
"Oh Jesus! Move your tongue inside me, Terry! Oh Terry! Terry! Fuck me
with your tongue! I ... I can't stand much more of this! I think I'll
come in another minute! Suck me! Suck my cunt! Make me flash, Terry!
Make my cunt flash! I love you, darling! Eat my pussy! Don't ever stop
sucking it!" Wendy cried, at the height of her fuck-frenzy.
Terry was hot and wild now as Wendy was. His hard cock was jerking up
against his flat belly, wetting his skin with pre-cum. His balls ached
for the luscious free-fucking beauty.
He began licking and sucking her blazing clit, flicking his wet tongue
over the bud of swollen flesh. He heard her moan as her orgasm built up
within her, charging her cunt with sexual electricity. The wet slurping
sounds his lips made as they tugged at her clit were like music to young
Terry's ears. He thirstily lapped up the cuntjuice that the willing
girl's pussy poured forth for him.
"Put it in me, Terry! I need your cock now, lover! Please! Please shove
that big beautiful cock right up my cunt! Oh God! I need that cock! Fuck
me with it, darling! Fuck me until I see stars! Come in my cunt! Shoot
me full of sperm! I want your balls banging against my asshole, Terry!
Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Hurry! Hurry!" Wendy's cunt was twitching
wildly inside, her legs shaking, her belly quivering.
"You're gonna get it, Wendy! You're gonna get every goddamn hard inch of
my cock! Hold on, Wendy! Here it comes!"
Terry slid forward over the spread-legged girl's naked body and rubbed
his aching erection against the blonde hair of her sweet pussy. Before
long her pussy-hair was wet with his slippery oozings.
Terry sucked in his breath when Wendy reached down boldly between his
muscular legs and grabbed the hard shaft of his cock.
"Yeah! Yeah! Put it in for me, baby! Right between the lips of that nice
hot twat! Suck it in there!" Terry gasped as Wendy's soft fingers
fluttered over the head of his dripping dick.
When Wendy had positioned Terry's cock between the raggedy lips of her
steaming cunt, she threw her long arms lovingly around his back and held
him to her. She cried out in pleasure-pain when she felt his huge
nine-inch cock plunge into her sucking pussy in one mighty thrust.
"Oh shit! Work that pussy! Take my cock all the fuckin' way, baby!"
Terry growled as he rammed his prick home.
Terry had wanted to be gentle, but the force of his lust was too much
for him this time. He knew that his sudden impaling of her juicy pussy
had to be causing her some pain, but he knew somehow that she would
endure it for the sake of her hot lust and the wild fucking to come. He
closed his eyes and rammed his cock into her pussy with great force,
making her cry with passion.
"Oh God! It hurts! It's beautiful! Fuck me, lover! Fill my pussy! Drive
it into my sucking cunt! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" Wendy cried, her legs
wrapping around Terry's waist.
Terry needed no second invitation to fuck the piss out of her. He flexed
the hard muscles of his naked ass and drove his cock deep into her
cunt-hole. He felt her wet warm twat muscles working against the impaled
shaft of his cock, seeming to milk his cum right out of his balls. He
held himself over Wendy and began fucking her with a frenzy, making her
body shake every time his cock pounded into her cunt. He felt her
tit-peaks scraping against the hard muscles of his chest as she raised
herself up off the beach towel and joined him in his fast fucking
movements. He felt her cunt grinding against his cock as she gyrated her
pelvis against his groin. His cock was buried in her all the way to the
root. His loosely hanging balls slapped against her crotch each time he
punched his cock into her.
Both hot-assed sixteen-year-olds were breathing harder and harder now
that their fuck was in full swing. Sweat began to glisten on Terry's
heaving chest as he fucked the living daylights out of Wendy. He knew
that he couldn't stand any more of such wild-fucking activity without
blasting a load of sperm into Wendy's sucking gash. He knew that she was
ready for her orgasm and willing to take his heavy wad deep into her
cunt. His balls were ready to explode at any second.
"I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come in your fucking cunt! I'm gonna
shoot you so full of sperm that you're gonna taste it in your mouth! You
ready? YOU READY!?"
"God yes! Yessssss! Oh shit! Fuck me, Terry! Shoot your cum into my
belly! I want to feel it shooting inside me! I'm coming too! I'm going
to flash-off right now!"
Terry suddenly redoubled his fucking pace and rammed his cock into
Wendy's cunt with frantic speed and force. He felt his balls tensing
suddenly, felt his cock swell to great proportions as his orgasm built
to a ball-busting climax. He knew that Wendy could feel his cock
swelling inside her, knew that she could feel it jerking up against her
inner walls. He could feel her pussy grasping his cock with tremendous
force as her orgasm neared its flash point.
"I'm coming! Coming!" Wendy cried in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure.
Terry grunted like an animal when his balls erupted. He fell on Wendy
and breathed heavily as his cum shot into her sucking cunt, filling her
inner channel with rivers of thick sperm. His balls gathered together in
a tense knot as they discharged their load of spunk into the luscious
sixteen-year-olds seething pussy.
Wendy felt the powerful sensations of her wild climax. She felt what
seemed like rivers of cum flowing inside her belly. She felt her cunt
grasping Terry's hard cock and then relaxing suddenly when she felt his
cum shooting inside her. She thought Terry would never stop shooting his
sperm into her. Blast after blast of the stuff shot against the wet
inner walls of her pussy, filling her up with soothing balm. She could
feel his cum dribbling out of her seething twat, running down the shaft
of his still-hard cock and dripping from her rubbery cuntlips.
"Oh Terry! Terry! You make me feel so good! I've never had a fucker like
you!"
Terry had never enjoyed a fuck as much in his life, and he had had
plenty of fucks in his three years at Bradford. He enjoyed each fuck
with the beautiful Wendy more than the last. He expressed his
appreciation for her by planting soft loving kisses all over her naked
body, licking and caressing her gently as she lay there in the summer
sun, his sperm dribbling from her cunt.
"I'll never get enough of your cunt, baby. You've got the hottest cunt
in the world, Wendy!" Terry sighed as he licked his sperm out of her wet
hole.
"Your cock would make any woman's cunt hot, Terry!" Wendy gasped as she
felt his eager tongue lapping thirstily at her pussy.
"There's no woman as hot as you!" Terry said.
Little did Terry know that his mother's pussy was blazing at that moment
with a fire to match the inferno that raged in Wendy's cunt.
Sheila had been finger-fucking herself while she watched the teenagers
on the beach through her binoculars. She had worked her free-flowing
pussy juice into a musky froth by rubbing her knuckles against the
creamy flesh of her cunt, jabbing her middle finger in and out of her
cunt-hole from time to time, imagining that it was her son's hard young
prick that fucked in and out of her cunt.
She was ashamed of her raging lust, but there was nothing to do now but
flash off and abandon herself to her desires. She hated Wendy and loved
her at the same time, hated her for having the one thing she wanted more
than anything else in the world, loved her for bringing her son such
ball-stirring pleasure.
By the time the two horny fuckers had climaxed together, Sheila had gone
wild inside. Her lust for her son, and perhaps even for seductive little
Wendy, had stirred her up. She knew how wrong it all was, knew how
depraved it was to spy on her son and his girl friend while they fucked
and sucked on the beach, but she was beyond control now.
Her mind was filled with images of her son standing before her with his
hard cock jerking out in front of him, presenting his prick for her
inspection. She imagined herself reaching out and fondling his cock and
balls, imagined herself bending toward it and licking the slippery head
of his prick while he smiled down at her. She imagined herself falling
on her back on the floor and spreading her legs, inviting her
sixteen-year-old son to shove his cock into her cunt.
Sheila dropped her binoculars on the floor when she saw her son and
Wendy stroke each other gently after their orgasmic release. She had to
bring herself off while the images of her horny son were still dancing
in her lusty mind. She sat on the edge of the sofa and spread her long
naked legs.
Her tits strained at the thin material of her bikini top. She pulled her
cuntlips apart, spreading her pussy open, staring into her own musky
cunt-hole and wishing she had a cock stuck all the way inside her.
She rubbed her clit with her thumb, massaging the hard little bud until
she could feel the hot surging of her climax. Her pussy was wet with
cunt-honey. She dipped her finger into her free-flowing pussy and raised
it to her lips, tasting her cuntjuice, wishing that it could be her
son's tongue that caught the moisture from her cunt.
If she could only fuck her son! But it was too depraved! It was
impossible, taboo, outrageous! And yet she thought she might die of lust
for the boy.
She began rubbing her cunt with the palm of her hand, rubbing harder and
harder, making wet slurping sounds as her hand rubbed over her juicy
twat. Her legs shook. Her tits tingled. Her orgasm flashed through her
horny body.
"Oh God! I'm coming! Terry! Terry! You're ... you're making me come! My
own son is making me come! Come! Oh god!" She screamed as her pussy
seemed to melt.
Sheila almost fell off the sofa. She felt nothing now but physical
peace. There was not a worry in her head, not a sound except the
constant crashing of the surf outside her window.
Terry and Wendy were feeling a similar sense of peace as they lay
together in the sand.
Chapter 2
"Mom. Mom ... Mom..." Sheila heard someone say as if from a distance.
She wheeled about and found her son, who had apparently been trying to
catch her attention for quite some time.
Sheila had been wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming about Terry and
her lust for him. She flushed uncontrollably when she was forced to look
him in the eye. She hadn't been spying on him for three days now, having
forced herself to put a stop to her pussy-diddling, but her mind was
still on him and her pussy oozed cuntjuice the minute she saw his
boyishly handsome face.
Could her son possibly know what wild and depraved things she was
thinking and feeling? Could he possibly have found out that she had been
watching him fuck the living daylights out of Wendy? She knew how
ridiculous her fears were. What son could possibly suspect his own
mother of such things? She was safe. She had to be!
"Oh ... Terry ... yes..." she stammered. "My goodness, dear, you
frightened me!" She smiled weakly, at least able now to look him in the
eye again.
"Must be these sneakers, Mom," Terry laughed. "I was just out playin'
some tennis. Guy's gotta keep in shape. How 'bout a game?"
"Oh ... well ... I don't know, Terry ... I don't think so," she said,
noticing that he was wearing only a pair of loose white shorts and
tennis shoes.
"Aw c'mon, Mom. I remember how you used to play tennis all the time!"
Sheila had been having more and more trouble lately keeping her eyes off
Terry's big cock and balls. She wanted to play tennis with him, but she
was afraid that her uncontrollable ogling of his handsome body would
alert him to her maddening lust for him.
"I'm ... well ... I'm too old to play tennis, Terry," she said with a
half-smile. "I'm afraid I couldn't keep up with you."
"Old?!" Terry laughed. "Old?! You?! You gotta be kiddin'!"
"Then you don't think I'm an old lady?"
"God no! An old lady, my ass!" Terry blurted.
"Oh ... well ... I suppose I've been holding together fairly well for a
thirty-six-year-old mother," she giggled.
"I guess you are holdin' together pretty well! You're beautiful!" Terry
said, his eyes glittering strangely.
Terry saw the playful smile on his mother's lovely face, but there was
something about her expression that made him wonder if she might really
doubt that she was still beautiful. He wanted to reassure her.
"Well, Terry, I wouldn't exactly say I was beautiful ..." she smiled. "I
wouldn't say it, but I certainly like hearing you say it!"
"Okay, Mom, I'll say it again then. You're beautiful!" Terry grinned,
barely able to keep his eyes off his mother's huge tits.
"And you're the handsomest boy in the whole world!" Sheila said,
throwing her arms around her son and hugging him in spite of her fears.
Terry was amazed at his mother's sudden flood of emotion. She had seemed
cool toward him, almost too cool, ever since he had been reunited with
her. Perhaps it would be easier to talk to her now, easier to express
the love he felt for her. But just when he was about to throw his arms
around her and hold her tight, she drew away, turning her back on him.
He was hurt, but he knew that she had had a hard time in the past three
years and he knew that her feelings for him would warm in time.
In reality, Sheila's feelings for her son were more than warm. When her
handsome young son's nearness to her began to make her tits tingle, she
had to pull away from him, had to pull away from him for fear that she
might give away her inner feelings.
"Okay, Mom ... uh ... well ... I guess we'll play tennis some other
time."
"Yes, Terry, some other time," Sheila said, without turning to face her
son.
"Uh ... Mom ..."
"Yes, Terry," Sheila said, ashamed of her cold behavior.
"Uh ... do you mind if I bring Wendy over tonight? For dinner maybe?"
Terry asked hesitantly.
"Wendy? I suppose you might as well. You spend the rest of your time
with her. You might as well spend your evenings with her too," she
answered sharply, wishing immediately that she had kept her true
feelings to herself.
"Gosh, Mom ... I didn't ... uh ... I didn't know you didn't like her..."
Terry said. "We can go somewhere else if you want us to..."
"No, no, don't be silly, darling. Terry, I'm awful sorry! I shouldn't
have snapped at you that way. I suppose I'm just a bit ... jealous.
Mothers get that way sometimes, darling. Of course you may invite Wendy!
She's a lovely and very sweet girl. In fact I'll prepare something
especially delicious for dinner tonight! I've been dabbling in French
cookery. I suppose Wendy likes the French way of doing things."
Sheila smiled, strangely intrigued at the prospect of spending the
evening with the girl whom her son had been fucking so often.
Sheila also felt wicked when she made her remark about the French way of
doing things. She smiled slyly at her son and nearly giggled out loud
when he looked down at his shoes nervously.
"Yes, Terry, I think you should invite Wendy over tonight. I think it's
about time I got to know your girl friend. Don't you agree?"
"Sure, Mom! That's great! That's real great!" Terry said excitedly,
turning to leave and almost running into the door.
Sheila loved the way her son had reacted to her invitation, loved the
way his face suddenly lit up with excitement. He seemed like a child in
his happiness, so unlike the hard-cocked young stud she had seen fucking
the shit out of Wendy.
"Eight o'clock all right?" Sheila smiled. "That is if you can tear
yourselves away from each other long enough to eat."
"Gosh, Mom, we'll just have to try!" Terry grinned bashfully.
"I'm planning to take in a late movie in town tonight, darling. I'll be
leaving around ten and I won't be back until one in the morning. Do you
think you and Wendy can find something to amuse yourselves with until I
return?"
"Jesus Christ yeah!" Terry gasped, then turned to leave.
Terry knew what he and Wendy would be doing if his mother left them
alone! And his mother didn't seem to mind at all! In fact she seemed to
be encouraging it! She was some mother all right. Terry felt a strange
stirring in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his
mother's house, something that would make the experience dangerous and
wild.
"Eight o'clock now, Terry," Sheila called after her young son. She
watched him run down the long stairs to the beach.
She almost collapsed when she realized what she had done. What had
gotten into her? How had she allowed herself to invite Wendy over for an
evening of fucking and sucking with her son? She knew perfectly well
that Terry would be in Wendy's pants the minute she left the house.
There was something about the spur-of-the-moment move that made her
pussy tingle with sexual excitement.
She had actually invited her son and his pretty girl friend to fuck in
her house, had actually given her blessing to their hot-fucking
activities.
* * *
"Terry, I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy said
warmly, curled up on Sheila's sofa with her head nestled against Terry's
broad shoulder.
The evening had gone very well for everyone, much more smoothly than
earlier encounters between Wendy and Sheila. Sheila had been gracious
this evening, exhibiting not a bit of the jealousy she had exhibited on
previous occasions. Terry felt more comfortable knowing that his two
favorite women could be friends.
"Terry. I said I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy
repeated. "Are you there, Terry?"
"Oh sure, Wendy. I'm here. Boy am I here!" he said, feeling something
stirring between his legs.
"Thank God! I was beginning to wonder! Is anything the matter?" Wendy
asked. "You've been awfully moody lately."
"Nah, I'm fine! But don't you think Mom was ... well ..."
"I think I know what you mean, Terry. She was different tonight.
Warmer," Wendy said.
"Sure, she was warmer and friendlier ... but don't you think she was ...
well ... sort of..." Terry hesitated, unable to find the right words to
describe his mother's unusual behavior.
"Sort of ... seductive?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah. I guess," Terry said, almost to himself.
"In fact, Terry, your mother was just dripping with sexiness," Wendy
said, resting her hand on Terry's knee.
"You think so?" Terry asked softly.
"At first I thought she was trying to impress me. But then I realized
that she was just acting like any other woman would. After all, Terry, I
am monopolizing all your time. She hasn't seen you in three years! I
think your mother and I can become great friends now that we ...
understand each other," Wendy smiled.
"I guess you're right, Wendy. I do want you to be friends. She really is
a beautiful woman," Terry said, almost to himself.
"Well, I must admit she filled out that dress rather well," Wendy said.
"Do you think she's more beautiful than little me?"
"You jealous too?" Terry grinned.
"Maybe," Wendy replied, beginning to stroke his knee. "You seemed to be
paying her a lot of attention tonight." Wendy pouted.
"Aw shit, Wendy, she's my mother!" Terry shrugged. "Why the hell would I
pay that much attention to my own mother?"
"I certainly don't know, dear boy. But you might notice that your mother
is all we have talked about this evening!" Wendy said teasingly. "One
would think that you intend to fuck her tonight instead of me!"
Terry grimaced.
"What's the matter, Terry? I was only playing! I didn't mean to imply
that you're a motherfucker, darling! Of course I might call you worse
things if you don't snap out of it and start taking off my clothes! My
cunt feels like it's full of butterflies! I want you to fuck the piss
out of me, Terry! Fuck me while we have the house to ourselves! Isn't
that why your mother left us alone? Now quit wasting time and fuck me
with that nice hot cock of yours!"
Wendy moved her warm hand closer and closer over his leg to the bulge of
his hot crotch.
"It sure was funny how Mom left the house like that. I really think she
wanted us here alone so we could fuck. She knew I was gonna fuck you,
Wendy. Why do you think she did a thing like that?" Terry was obviously
puzzled and a bit upset by his mother's unusual behavior.
"It was a bit strange, I suppose. But who gives a shit why she did it?
Just give me a good fucking! I need a good hot fuck! I need that big
beautiful cock of yours jerking away inside me! Just imagine fucking in
a nice comfortable bed! I was getting tired of the beach. I thought I'd
never get the sand out of my cunt last time!"
Wendy grabbed Terry's soft cock through the tight material of his pants
and began squeezing his prick. She tugged at his big thick cock and
kneaded the meaty prick until it started to stir in his pants. She could
feel his prick swelling in her hand, swelling and hardening slowly.
With her free hand, Wendy began fingering Terry's bulging crotch where
his hot balls rested between his strong legs. She could feel his entire
body responding to her loving caresses. She felt her pussy moistening,
running with cunt-honey, dripping with wild excitement.
Wendy's manipulation of his cock and balls soon made Terry forget about
his lovely mother. And yet the memory of her sleek sexy body remained in
the back of his mind as did the memory of her furtive sidelong glances
as she spoke to him. There was definitely something about his mother's
behavior that evening that excited him strangely, and perhaps even
frightened him a bit.
Wendy worked her soft hands over his stirring nuts and growing cock.
"I think it's getting bigger, Terry! You must be noticing me now, stud!"
Wendy smiled sweetly. "Does that make your cock feel nice and hot?"
"You bet your sweet ass, baby!" Terry grunted, turning toward her and
putting his big strong hands over her swelling tits. "Does that make
your tits feel nice and hot?"
He gently squeezed her titties through the silky material of her thin
tight dress.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Wendy moaned, closing her eyes for a moment in pure bliss.
"That feels wonderful! Wonderful! You're so strong ... so strong ... and
you're all mine!"
"And you're all mine, Wendy! I'm gonna suck your tits, baby!" Terry said
as he began attacking the zipper of Wendy's tight dress.
"Yes, Terry, get my tits out! I want you to feel them naked! I love
being naked with you! I just love having your hands on my tits! You make
me hot all over, Terry! You make me feel like fucking all night! All
night! Please fuck me, darling. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!"
Wendy moaned excitedly as she felt her zipper being pulled down and her
thigh slowly exposed.
"I'm gonna fuck you all right, Wendy. You're drivin' me nuts!" Terry
rasped as he fumbled with the top of her dress.
When he had managed to unfasten the top of her dress, Wendy shrugged her
shoulders and let the garment fall open in front of her. Her beautiful
tits were naked and proudly outthrust before her. She felt Terry's hand
sneaking inside her dress and caressing the silken flesh of her thigh.
Her cunt twitched and tingled with passion as his fingers moved closer
to the furry blonde nest of her twat. Her legs shivered uncontrollably.
Her tits tingled and burned with a strange sensual fire. She felt her
cunt seething with excitement, felt her cunt-muscles working even before
Terry had impaled her with his hot cock.
"Goddamn that looks great! Jesus Christ, Wendy! Every time I look at
those fuckin' tits I go nuts!" Terry said appreciatively, his eyes
flashing between her luscious young tits and her mock innocent smile.
"See how hard my nipples are getting?" Wendy breathed. "They're awfully
hard and excited! Why don't you suck them for me, Terry?"
Terry sucked the peaks of goose-pimpled tit-flesh. Kneeling on the sofa
with her, Terry bent forward and popped one of her hot little nipples
into his eager mouth. He heard her gasp when his lips pressed against
the hard flesh of her tit-peaks, heard her gasp again when he began
nibbling gently at them.
He loved to hear her soft little moans and groans of delight as he
excited her. She responded perfectly to everything he did to her.
Terry ran his practiced tongue around Wendy's shivering titties, raising
tiny little goosepimples around her pinkish areolas. His face moved into
her cleavage, inhaling the soft fragrance of her perfume. Her natural
fragrance mingled with the deliciously feminine scent of her perfume and
intoxicated him. His tongue lingered for a moment or two between her
huge tits, flicking over her satiny skin and tasting her naked flesh.
His fingers fluttered over the skin of her thigh inside her dress,
fluttered closer to the downy nest of her hot cunt. She wore no panties
beneath her semi transparent dress, a fact that Terry had thought would
shock his mother. She had surely noticed Wendy's shockingly casual
attire, and she had said nothing.
As he neared Wendy's naked cunt, he was happy that she had had the
foresight to make his explorations easier for him. He had to have his
hands on her pussy, had to feel the incredibly soft flesh of her crotch,
had to play with her raggedy twat-lips, had to stroke the satin flesh of
her cunt.
"God, Terry! What are you doing to me? God yes! Play with my pussy! Put
your hand between my legs! I need your hand there! I need your fingers
in my cunt-hair! I need your fingers in my cunt!"
Wendy gasped, running her hands up and down Terry's muscular sides as he
licked between her tits.
Terry knew that before long he would be licking the hot crack between
Wendy's trembling legs. He felt the light blonde down of her cunt now,
felt the little hairs against the tips of his exploring fingers, felt
the incredible heat of her pussy.
He had to see her stark naked, had to feast his eyes on her cunt.
"We gotta get that dress off, baby! We gotta make you naked!"
Wendy stood up and slithered out of her dress, letting it fall around
her ankles. She put her hands on her hips and let Terry feast his eyes
on her nakedness.
"You get better every time I see you like that! Jesus Christ! I can't
believe how fuckin' beautiful you are!" Terry said, his eyes glittering
with lust.
Wendy giggled and lifted leer tits, offering them to him, offering her
entire naked body to him. He reached out and stroked her huge titties
making her tits tingle as he ran his hands over them.
Falling to his knees before her, Terry put his hands on her thighs and
began kissing her legs, nibbling at her warm tender flesh. He felt her
trembling as his lips and tongue neared her quivering cunt. His cock was
as hard as a rock. He felt his aching cock jerking between his legs,
felt his balls tensing unbearably, felt his cock-head rubbing against
the tight material of his pants. He had to get his prick out, had to
stop the rub of his cock-head against his pants-leg before he creamed
his jeans.
He pressed his hands against Wendy's naked belly and urged her to sit
down. When she sank into the soft sofa, Terry put his hands on her soft
knees and spread her long lithe legs, opening up her hot pussy.
Responding to her young lover, Wendy spread her legs as wide as she
could. Her cunt gaped open. The raggedy pinkish lips of her cunt jiggled
slightly when she moved her legs. Terry gazed at the wet-looking gash of
her hot-pink cunt and grew suddenly ravenous for hair pie.
"Want me to suck your cunt, Wendy?" Terry asked with a grin.
"Yes, Terry, yes! Lick me there! Please, Terry, I need your tongue in my
pussy! I've been hot for a good sucking all day!" Wendy pleaded.
"You never have to beg, baby! There's nothin' I like better than the
taste of a nice cunt, especially yours! I'm gonna eat your pussy 'til
you can't stand it any more! Then I'm gonna shove my goddamn cock so far
up your cunt that you're gonna taste it in that pretty mouth of yours!
You like that?"
"Yessssss! Will you fuck me hard with your cock? Will you pound it in
and out of me like a battering ram?" Wendy cried, beside herself with
lusty excitement. "I want to feel it fucking in and out of me as hard as
you can push it! I want to be pounded and shot full of cum!"
"You're gonna get it all right! You're gonna get the fucking of your
life!"
Terry pressed his face against the creamy gash of Wendy's cunt.
Terry inhaled the fresh musky scent of Wendy's hot cunt and was
immediately intoxicated by it. He almost felt dizzy as he sucked her
feminine fragrance deep into his lungs. He pressed his nose against the
soft swelling mound of her cunt, moving his face downward until his nose
grazed the opening of her steamy cunt. He flicked out his tongue and
tasted the hot dew that had been gushing from her pussy. When he had
licked her cunt up and down again and again, he pressed his warm lips
against her creamy cunt and kissed her there.
"Taste your cuntjuice on my lips!" he said, raising up and planting a
hot wet kiss on Wendy's trembling lips.
Terry was back at his cuntlapping in no time, tasting her pussy and
enjoying every minute of it. He reached between her quaking legs and
grabbed her pussy-lips, tugging at them until he had opened her
cunt-hole obscenely. He stared between the spread lips of her cunt at
the hot little bud of flesh that was the source of all her wild sexual
excitement.
He could feel the lovely girl's naked legs tensing as he bent toward her
exposed clitoris.
Wendy thought she would die of maddening lust. She felt her handsome
lover's face close to her cunt, felt his warm breath against the exposed
flesh of her pussy.
She cried out when she felt his lips grazing the turgid bud of her clit.
Her twat was immediately filled with the most beautiful sensations
imaginable. She felt possessed, held in a spell by her lover's masculine
power.
"Want me to suck your clit?" Terry said as his lips touched her hot
clit.
"Oh Christ yes! Yessssss! Suck it hard! Bite it! Oh Jesus!" she
screamed.
Terry fastened his lips around Wendy's hot clitoris. He made wet
slurping sounds as his lips sucked and tugged at her hot spot. His hot
wet saliva ran down the crack of her cunt and mingled with her oozings.
Wendy began to writhe on the sofa, driven completely out of her horny
mind by Terry's eager sucking. Terry knew how powerfully he was
affecting her, and his knowledge of his power over her emotions spurred
him on to even greater heights of passion.
Unable to stand the tension in his cock any longer, Terry reached down
between his kneeling legs and attacked his zipper, reaching inside and
trying to haul out his rock-hard erection. He struggled with his
unyielding erection but was unable to pull the huge cock out of his
pants-leg.
"Can't get my fuckin' cock out, Wendy baby! Fuckin' thing's too hard!
Wanna give me a hand?" Terry grinned.
"I think I'll need both hands!" Wendy smiled, her eyes twinkling lustily
as she sized up Terry's huge cock-bulge.
Terry stood up and took off his shirt. Wendy's eyes widened as usual
when she saw his hard-muscled chest. He threw his shirt on the floor and
moved closer to her, thrusting out his pelvis at her.
"Can't fuck you with my pants on, Wendy!" Terry smiled down at her.
"You've even done that before, darling! Don't you remember?" Wendy
giggled.
"Oh yeah, sure, just once behind your aunt's house. I was just in a
hurry then. I like to fuck naked. So get my goddamn pants off!"
"I can't wait to see that hard-on I raised on you, Terry! I think your
cock gets bigger every time you fuck me!"
"Sure as hell does! Better not get too much bigger! Might tear a hole in
my fuckin' jeans!" Terry laughed as Wendy attacked the buckle of his
belt.
Wendy had his pants open in no time. She reached down inside and grabbed
the root of his cock, pulling on it until he felt some pain.
"Watch it now, Wendy! Don't break the goddamn thing!" he grunted.
Wendy was more careful when she felt Terry jerk his body back away from
her for a second. She began tugging his pants down. Only when she had
pulled the tight pants down past his knees did his monster cock jerk up
free of confinement. She beamed with joy when she saw Terry's prick
throbbing before her eyes.
Terry jumped when his cock snapped up hard against his lean belly,
splattering pre-seminal fluid all over his groin-hair. He was so horny
that he was afraid his cock would shoot off all by itself, without any
further stimulation. He found it harder and harder to control himself
every time he fucked Wendy. He knew that she would not be able to resist
sucking his cock now that it was naked before her eyes, and his balls
tensed in anticipation of the blow job she was about to perform for him.
"My what a juicy cock you have!" Wendy teased, moving closer to his
throbbing prick.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear!" Terry laughed. "Now go down
on that cock and suck the piss out of it!"
"Wouldn't that be awfully messy?" Wendy smiled wickedly, her lips only
an inch or two away from Terry's aching prick.
"Cut the clownin' and suck that fucker! Suck my cock!" he growled in a
deep voice.
Wendy pressed her lips tightly against the underside of his prick-head,
pressing it tightly against his stomach. She shivered when she tasted
the saltiness of his slippery pre-cum on her tongue, shivered too when
she felt his hard cock throbbing against her pretty lips.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the underside of his
cock from the hard head all the way to his hairy balls. Again and again
she licked his cock from tip to root, driving him wild inside. She had
to suck the head of his cock deep into her throat, had to feel the bulge
of it in her wet mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Wendy! That's great! Fuck! You suck better than anybody!
Take that prick! Eat it, baby! Eat my cock! Suck hard on that thing!"
Wendy moaned deep in her lovely throat when she sucked Terry's cock. She
made wet sucking sounds as she slurped on his prick, sucking her saliva
and his pre-cum into her mouth. She reached between Terry's strong legs
and grabbed his pendulous balls, squeezing them in her soft warm hands,
making his rock-hard cock jerk with each squeeze of her loving hand.
Terry began rocking his body back and forth, thrusting his prick in and
out of his pretty girl's mouth. She had taken his prick deep into her
throat. He felt the head of his prick pushing against the back of her
throat, banging against her tonsils each time he thrust it into her. She
could hardly breathe now, his cock was filling her throat so completely.
Terry's balls slapped hard against Wendy's pretty chin as he face-fucked
her with a passion. With each forward thrust, he buried his prick in her
mouth all the way. She could smell the hot masculine scent of his cock
and balls as he banged into her mouth.
"Oh shit, baby! Shit! I gotta stop this or I'll come in your fuckin'
face! I wanna shoot in your pussy first! I wanna ream your cunt!" Terry
growled, feeling his cum-filled nuts tensing.
Wendy gurgled.
Terry forced himself to stop rocking back and forth on his heels, forced
himself in spite of his lust to stop face-fucking her even though his
balls were begging to shoot their load of hot sperm deep into her
throat. Wendy kept sucking at his rod even when it was quiet in her. He
had to pull away from her to remove his cock from her mouth.
He heard her groan softly when he pulled his cock away from her, as if
she could not bear to have it taken away. His prick slapped against his
belly again when he pulled it out of her lips. She stared at him
hungrily, licking her cum-covered lips as if begging for another taste
of his cock.
Terry looked down at this girl and thought she was the most fuckable
chick in the world, and the most beautiful. He had to make her feel
something deep and hot between her legs, had to thrill her the way she
had thrilled him with her wild sucking of his cock. He knew just how to
satisfy her.
"You ready to have your cunt fucked, Wendy?" he asked with a wicked
grin.
"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me! Make me come! Fuck me hard! Make me feel that
huge cock deep in my belly! I can almost feel it in there already,
Terry! I can almost feel it pounding between my legs! Fuck me hard! Do
it right now! Please hurry! I can't wait any longer! My pussy's on
fire!" Wendy cried, her lovely lips wet with cum.
Terry grabbed Wendy's shoulders and pushed her backward until she fell
on the sofa. She spread her legs wide and held them out over the arm of
the chair. Terry grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening
her cunt obscenely.
"Terry, I have a dirty idea! Would you like to hear it?" Wendy smiled
sweetly, looking up at him with an excited look on her pretty face.
"Hell yes, baby! The dirtier the better!" Terry grabbed his prick,
beating himself off slowly.
"This sofa isn't very comfortable, Terry. Would you mind fucking me in a
nice soft bed?"
"That sounds great, Wendy. Let's do it in my room! Beats the beach!"
"That isn't exactly what I had in mind. I want you to fuck me on ... on
your mother's bed!" Wendy said wickedly.
Chapter 3
"You gotta be kiddin'! We can't do that! Jesus Christ, Wendy! I can't
fuck a girl in my mother's bed! I'd feel ... kinda ..." Terry stammered,
feeling a strange stirring in his nuts when he thought about her
suggestion.
"Don't be silly, Terry. I think you'd like to fuck me in your mother's
bed. I'll bet Sheila's bed is softer than yours, more comfortable. I
prefer nice silk sheets, Terry. And besides, doesn't it turn you on just
thinking about it? Wouldn't it be nasty?"
Terry wanted to deny the odd feeling of excitement and sexual heat that
stirred in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his mother's
bed. But he couldn't.
"Yeah ... well ... okay ... I guess we can do that..." he managed to
say, still working the skin up and down over his bulging cock.
"And doesn't it turn you on? Doesn't it?" Wendy smiled.
"Yeah ... I guess it does! Okay, it turns me on! There! Now are you
gonna let me fuck you yet, baby?" He had tried to sound annoyed in an
effort to cover up his embarrassment.
"I might just let you fuck me now, Terry ..." she said. "So your mother
turns you on, eh? You nasty boy!"
Wendy rolled over on her stomach and propped her chin up on the arm of
the sofa.
"Shut the fuck up!" Terry said, grabbing her in his arms and carrying
her away. "Let's get this show on the road! My cock's gonna shoot off in
a minute whether it's in your cunt or not!"
Wendy kicked and giggled playfully as Terry carried her away. When he
dropped her on his mother's silky bed, she spread her legs and
luxuriated in the incredible softness of the sheet around her naked
body.
"This is more like it, much more like it, Terry!" she laughed. "This is
what a lady like me deserves! Maybe we should get married or something,
Terry! Then I could have a nice bedroom like this, or a nice fuckroom
like this!"
"Married my ass! I got a lot of fuckin' to do before I do that, Wendy!"
Terry replied, a bit too seriously.
"I was only playing, silly!" Wendy laughed. "Shut up and fuck the shit
out of me!"
Wendy reached between her naked legs and spread open the lips of her
cunt.
"Put it right there, Terry!" Wendy said lasciviously.
Terry fell on her and rammed his hard-on into her sucking cunt. He
grabbed her tits and squeezed lovingly while he fucked her with every
hard inch of his fuck-hungry cock. He felt the head of his slippery
cunt-reamer spreading the lips of her pouting cunt and entering her
fuck-hole, felt her eagerly working twat-muscles squeezing the shaft of
his cock. She was a honey-fucking babe all right, and she was all his.
"Oh God! I've waited all day for this, Terry! All I've done all day is
burn between my legs for you! I love having hot hard meat in my cunt! I
love the way it stretches me! God the way your cock stretches me!"
"Work that cunt on my cock!" Terry screamed. "Work that cunt! Squeeze my
cock in there, baby! Squeeze it! Grab my nuts! Yeah! Yeah! Grab my
goddamn nuts!"
Wendy raised up and reached between Terry's tense legs, taking his hairy
sperm-filled balls one at a time in her hand, caressing them while he
slowly gyrated his pelvis, grinding his cock into her hot twat. Her arms
were crushed between his chest and her warm body, her tits mashed
against his muscles, her nipples pressing hard and hot against his skin.
"I wanna put it in from behind now!" Terry growled at his sweet-fucking
lover.
"Oh Terry! Terry! I love it that way! I love a cock stuck in my cunt
from behind! Let's do it, darling! I can't wait!" Wendy struggled to her
knees on the bouncing bed.
Terry positioned himself behind her and pointed his prick at her furry
cunt. The light blonde tuft of hair between her legs beckoned him, drew
his cock against her creamy snatch. His balls tightened when he felt her
cunt-lips spreading and accepting his cock-head. Her pussy seemed to
suck his hard cock into it all by itself.
Breathing heavily now, Terry reached beneath the girl's warm body and
stroked her belly, running his hands over her until he reached her
pendulous tits. He grabbed big handfuls of tit-flesh and kneaded her
knockers until she felt dizzy inside.
He felt Wendy moving her ass against his groin, grinding his swollen
cock against the walls of her sensitive pussy, making slurping sounds as
her wet cant sucked at his slippery cock. He began punching in and out
of her, ramming his prick in and out of her with ever-increasing force
and urgency.
His swinging balls slapped against Wendy's damp crotch with each forward
thrust. His nuts felt ready to explode at any minute. He knew that he
could shoot off at will now, knew that he could fill her with sperm and
feel the bliss of ejaculation any time he wanted it. But he wanted to go
on fucking her forever, wanted to push both of them slowly to the brink
of orgasm.
Wanting to prolong their pleasure, he reluctantly pulled his cock out of
her with an audible slurp and leaned back, his rock-hard erection
pointing straight at the ceiling.
"I wanna put it in your ass, Wendy! Want it up your ass?" Terry moaned,
trying to stop his dick from shooting all by itself just at the thought
of fucking her ass.
"Oh Jesus, Terry! Up my ass? It sounds wonderful! But won't it hurt? I
... I don't know ... We've never done that! Your cock is so big ... so
big..."
"You mean you've never had a cock up your ass? What's the matter with
those other guys you've been fuckin'?" Terry grinned.
"Don't be silly, Terry! Of course I've, taken cocks up my ass before!
But none of those boys were so big! My God, Terry, yours is huge, and so
damn hard! I ... I don't know if I should ..."
"Come on, Wendy, give it a try! I won't hurt you too much! You know
that! Don't you trust me, baby?" Terry said softly.
"All right, Terry. You know I'd do anything in the world for you. But
you've got to try not to hurt me! Let me take it slowly!" Wendy said.
"It might feel wonderful stretching my ass once I get used to it after
all ..."
"Damn right, Wendy! You're gonna love it! Jesus Christ! I can already
feel my fuckin' cock up your ass! I'll bet you're tighter than hell!"
Terry slowly jerked himself off, staring wide-eyed at his chick's
upturned asshole.
"Try not to hurt me, Terry! Please!" Wendy begged.
"Are you ready, baby? Hold on now! Here it comes!" He grabbed his cock
and pushed it up tightly against her puckered asshole.
Terry forced his huge bulging cock-head harder and harder against her
tight asshole, trying desperately to work the head of his hot prick into
her. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them apart, working his
fingers against the yielding flesh of her pretty butt.
"Damn you're tight! I can't get this fucker in!" Terry grunted, pushing
against her until his prick was almost bent double.
"Please put it in! Put it into me! I don't care how hard you do it now!
I want it so bad ... so bad!"
"Here, baby, let me get a finger in there first. Maybe that'll stretch
it a little," Terry said eagerly.
Terry rubbed his finger up and down the slippery shaft of his cock and
wetted it with pre-cum. He pressed his slickened finger against the
puckered ring of Wendy's asshole and twisted it gently until it .slid
into her. He felt her shiver slightly when his finger entered her anal
passage. He pushed his finger in farther and farther until it was buried
all the way to his knuckle. When he began moving it in and out, he felt
her shiver again with pleasure and excitement.
"I'm gonna try it again, baby. Hold on!" He pulled his finger out of her
asshole and pushed his cock against her asshole again.
Terry grunted and pushed with all his might, but to no avail. He was
afraid he would break his stiff erection if pushed too hard against her
asshole. He had to get into her, and he had to get into her fast.
"Fuckin' thing still won't go, Wendy! Let's see if we can find some
Vaseline or somethin'!" he said, jumping out of bed and heading for the
door.
"Maybe there's something in your mother's dresser, Terry!" Wendy said
eagerly. "I'm sure she has boy friends too." Wendy smiled teasingly.
"Oh ... well ... I don't think so, Wendy ..." Terry answered weakly.
Terry had almost forgotten that he was fucking his girl on his mother's
bed. Now that she had mentioned his mother again he was filled once more
with a strange dizzying excitement that he found difficult to trace,
although he knew it had something to do with his unusual and confusing
feelings for his mother.
"She doesn't have boy friends? But you said she divorced your father
three years ago!" Wendy said interestedly.
"She says she's through with men, at least for a while ..." Terry
replied. "I mean ... uh ... well ... we haven't exactly talked about
that very much ... but I don't think she's had any men."
"Well, Terry, I think we should look in her drawers anyway. She might
keep some Vaseline on hand anyway. I don't think I can stand to be all
by myself while you go to the bathroom, not as hot as I am." Wendy
smiled.
"I don't think you should," Terry said softly as he watched her open his
mother's top drawer.
"Does it bother you to be so close to your mother's private things?"
Wendy asked.
"Maybe. I mean ... well ... a guy doesn't fuck his girl in his mother's
room every day!"
"I wish you could fuck me in that nice bed every day. It makes me feel
as soft as the sheets!" Wendy said.
"Softer. A lot softer!" Terry agreed.
"My goodness, Terry! What on earth is this? A ... a dildo! A dildo! My
God! A big electric cock!" Wendy said excitedly, her twat itching to try
the hard thing.
"I ... I think you'd better put that back ..." Terry said nervously, a
sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Not a chance. Look at that thing! Oh God! Listen to that hum! I have to
try it! Now we know what your mother does in her spare time, don't we,
Terry?" Wendy laughed. "No wonder she doesn't need men! I'll bet this
thing stretches her cunt as far as any real cock would!"
"You ... you can't use that ... I ... I mean..."
"Because it's been in your mother's cunt? It's been in your mother's
pussy! Doesn't it make you feel nasty inside? Come on, admit it!
Ummmmmmmm!" Wendy rubbed the humming thing against her wet cunt-lips.
"Jesus Christ, Wendy! Do you read minds or somethin'? You always know
what's goin' on inside me!" Terry said, staring at Wendy.
"A girl has a way, you know," she smiled. "This feels wonderful. And
there is some Vaseline after all! This thing makes my clit feel
wonderful! I could come with this dildo any time! I might not even need
you any more, Terry! I could come off all by myself!"
"Hell if you will! I'll show you how much you need me, baby!" Terry
growled, grabbing the jar of Vaseline, opening it quickly and dipping
his fingers into it.
He smeared a big wad of the slippery stuff all over the shaft and head
of his reddish-purple cock and made Wendy bend over. He smeared more of
the stuff on her asshole and the crack of her butt, pushing his finger
into her and slickening the inner walls of her anal opening.
"Now get back on the bed, Wendy! I'm gonna come in your damn ass!" he
ordered.
"Do you mind if I stick this in my cunt?" Wendy asked timidly, crawling
onto the bed and getting on her knees.
"You do any damn thing you want with it, baby! You stick that in your
pussy and turn it up all the way! With that dildo in there and my cock
in your ass you're gonna come pretty damn good!" Terry pressed his
Vaseline-smeared cock against her asshole. "Now try to loosen up a
little! This might hurt at first, but you'll get used to it!"
Unable to stand the tension in his balls any longer, Terry closed his
eyes and rammed his cock against Wendy's asshole and forced his bulging
cock head to push into her tight ass. He almost knocked her over with
the sheer force of his forward thrust.
Wendy cried out loud when she felt his huge cock jab into her butt.
Terry had buried his cock in her ass in one mighty thrust, had buried it
in her all the way to the hair of his groin. He waited patiently while
she accustomed herself to the monstrous intruder.
"Oh Terry! Terry! It hurts! Don't move it yet! You'll kill me!" she
cried in pain.
"Okay, okay, but I can't wait much longer, baby! Your asshole's drivin'
me wild! I gotta come in your hot ass!" the boy rasped, reaching down
and rubbing his sperm-filled nuts. "I'm gonna shoot your sweet ass full
of sperm, baby!"
"Yes! Yesssssss! Shoot it into me! This vibrator is driving me crazy,
Terry! No wonder your mother uses it! It's so huge and hard! And just
imagine! It's been up your mother's pussy! It's made your mother come
just like I will in a few minutes! Doesn't that make you hot and horny?
Doesn't that just do something to you deep down inside?"
Wendy's body was shaking with hot sexual excitement.
"Yeah! Shit yeah! My mother! Jesus Christ! It's weird, Wendy! I'm really
fuckin' you in Mom's bed!" Terry gasped, dizzy inside.
"Oh, God, God! Fuck me with that cock of yours! Dick me while I rub this
dildo against my clit!" Wendy cried.
"Can I move it a little now? Are you ready for it yet, baby?" Terry
asked, unable to control the tension in his balls.
"Yes! Move it now! Hard! I don't care how much it hurts! Stretch my ass
with that monster! Fuck me! Butt-fuck me hard! In and out, Terry! Stroke
it! Come in my ass! Come in my fucking asshole!"
Terry pulled out until his long hard prick was nearly all the way out of
her butt-hole. With one mighty lunge he forced his huge cock into her
again all the way to the root. He felt her shivering buttocks crushing
up against his groin, felt his big cum-filled balls slap up against her
silky crotch.
He tensed his hard buttocks and lunged back into her again, fucking her
ass with ever-increasing force. There was nothing he could do to control
himself. He was wild inside, on fire with lust, and he knew that Wendy
burned with the same raging fire.
Terry groaned as he felt Wendy's tight ass gripping the impaled shaft of
his bulging cock, grasping his meaty shaft. His cock made wet slurping
and sucking sounds as it pounded in and out of her tight asshole. The
electric dildo hummed at a higher and higher pitch.
Wendy could hardly stand the pain of her lover's impaled prick, but she
endured it for the sake of the hot lust she loved. She felt as if her
entire body had been suddenly filled with hot throbbing cock. Her
insides felt stretched and tight. Her cunt seemed to melt as the
electric cock hummed away between her shaking young legs. It was almost
like being fucked by two men at once, something even Wendy had never
tried, and the excitement of the new experience was too much for her.
"I'm about to come, Terry! Shoot me full of sperm! Shoot it into me!
Hurry! Come in my ass!" Wendy cried. "You're so hard and big in my ass!
I love it! Oh Terry! Terry! You're the best boy friend a girl ever had!"
"Yeah, babe! I'm comin' too! What a cunt! What an asshole! You're too
much! Your ass is so fuckin' tight on my dick! I'm comin'! You're gonna
feel this for a week!" Terry gasped as his balls tensed suddenly.
Terry's cock suddenly swelled to even greater proportions as his nuts
exploded. His body lurched forward involuntarily, burying his hard-on
deeper than ever into Wendy's sweet ass. His balls seemed to blow up
between his legs, blasting their heavy supply of cum through the shaft
of his cock and into the hot channel of his girl friend's ass. He felt
her moving her ass against his hard belly, grinding his cock into her
insides wildly.
"Terry! Terry! I ... I'm ... I'm coming! Coming ... COMING!" Wendy cried
as her sweet little pussy flashed.
"Do it, baby! Do it! Flash off! Oh shit! This is too much! This is
great! Comin' in my mom's bed! Oh crap! I can't believe it, baby! Take
it up that ass! Take my fuckin' wad!"
Wendy felt her lover's heavy load blasting inside her ass, felt it
searing into her like molten lead, spraying against her insides, filling
her with his hot sperm. She buried the humming plastic dick deep inside
her pussy, holding it there tightly as her cunt tingled and flashed with
lust. She felt rivers of cum running inside her rectum, washing away the
tension their hot fucking had built up. It was beautiful.
When the horny fuckers had finished their wild climaxing, they fell
together on the satiny bed and rested in each other's arms, breathing
softly and whispering little nothings.
Later, as they slowly regained control of themselves, the fact that they
were lying naked in Terry's mother's bedroom began to bother both of
them. It was so nasty, so depraved, so daring, that they had to leave
the room eventually, afraid that they might be discovered there. They
dressed silently.
Terry walked Wendy home in the full light of the moon. Not a word was
said about Sheila.
Chapter 4
While Wendy and Terry were writhing in the throes of their wild orgasms,
Sheila was walking the streets, not knowing what to do with herself. She
had more or less promised the two young lovers that she would leave them
alone for the night. She wondered how long they would take fucking each
other, wondered how untiring their passion was. She couldn't take the
risk of going home early and interrupting them at their lovemaking. That
would be horribly embarrassing for them and horribly tempting for her.
For by now, Sheila's pussy positively blazed for her young son.
Sheila had taken in a late movie, although she hadn't paid a bit of
attention to it. Her mind had been filled with visions of her son and
the wild things he was doing to Wendy while she sat there in the lonely
theater wishing she had his prick between her legs.
She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself
adrift in the city.
Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the
shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting
down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad.
If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images
of Terry and the lust she felt for him!
Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even
longer if the flash of a movie marquee hadn't shocked her into
consciousness. She was grateful for the flashing lights, grateful that
they had shaken her out of her sleepwalking trance.
Sheila had somehow wandered into the red-light section of town, a
section typified by dives, strip shows, dirty movies and the like. She
had never been anywhere near such things before, although it wasn't the
sexual nature of the entertainment that had kept her away.
In the past she had been afraid of venturing into such places by
herself. It was dangerous after all for an unescorted woman to wander
into such places, especially a woman as beautiful as herself. But
tonight she was too upset and confused to worry about such things as her
personal safety, and she was too sexually excited to resist the
temptation that was all about her.
Taking a deep breath and summoning up her courage, Sheila entered a
small theater advertising adult films. She found the place more than a
bit sleazy, although she had to admit that there was something strangely
exciting about the atmosphere of the place. The air was full of cigar
and cigarette smoke.
She soon realized to her embarrassment that she was the only woman in
the audience. Nervously she found the only empty seat in the place and
stumbled to the center of the crowded aisle. She sat down, holding her
breath and trying desperately to forget that she was the object of
everyone's attention.
Sheila stared at the screen and hoped her growing excitement was not too
noticeable. The sucking and fucking on the screen was already fast and
furious. She felt her responsive cunt warming as she watched the
characters indulging in all sorts of wild sexual activities.
After a few minutes of watching the characters fucking and sucking on
the screen, Sheila could feel her cunt getting moist between her tightly
closed legs. She could hardly tear her eyes away from the young stud on
the screen, could hardly tear her eyes away from his huge cock and hairy
nuts, could hardly tear her eyes away from the juncture of his cock and
his young sex-partner's delicious-looking twat.
The stud on the screen reminded her of Terry, reminded her of the young
son she had entered the theater to forget.
The young stud had a boyish grin like Terry's and a huge cock that
swelled with masculine power just as Terry's always did when he fucked
Wendy. He even seemed to move with Terry's carefully controlled athletic
grace. The more she watched the young fucker fucking the beautiful
dark-haired young girl, the more Sheila tingled between her legs, the
more her cunt oozed, the more her clit burned, the more her cunt-muscles
twitched.
Sheila couldn't help herself. She felt her hips gyrating almost
imperceptibly, felt her ass moving against the hard seat. She had been
hot and horny for far too long, had done without a cock for too many
years, had longed for her young son far too long.
She felt as if all her pent-up lusts were about to be unleashed, felt as
if the slightest spark could kindle a fire of passion that could consume
her. If only she hadn't entered the theater! If only she had controlled
herself and had walked back to her car! But it was too late now, and she
knew that she had to suffer the consequences of her lust, no matter how
embarrassing.
Sheila pressed her legs together tightly, as if she could quiet her twat
by clamping her legs over her pussy. But it was impossible to stop her
pussy from having its way now.
She wished she had her plastic dildo now, wished that she were alone in
her silky bed, wished that she were naked and writhing with lust. She
knew that the theater was dark and buried in shadows. But there were men
all about her, men who were watching her out of the corners of their
eyes.
Would they see her if she let her hand fall to her lap? Would they see
her if she slowly gathered her dress between her legs and began moving
her long practiced fingers against her wet seething cunt? Did she dare
finger-fuck her cunt in the presence of all those horny men? It was
dangerous and depraved. She had to try it!
Her fingers seemed to descend between her trembling legs on their own
volition, as if drawn to the warmth of her twat. She felt her dress
moving up slowly as it was gathered between her legs, exposing her knees
then her thighs.
Her eyes flashed with lust, darting here and there, trying to see if she
was being noticed. The more she played with her cunt the more she became
aware of the men around her. In the darkness of the theater she thought
she saw the man next to her moving his hand over his lap. The more she
concentrated on the man the more excited she became. The man next to her
wasn't a man at all! It was a boy who sat on her right!
Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy next to
her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he knew
that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye. The
boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while beating
himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and finish
the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down until his
hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The more she
thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and masturbate so
near her, perhaps he wouldn't mind her fingers on his cock. Did she have
the nerve to drop her hand on the boy's lap? Did she have the nerve to
approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had been
moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly toward
the young boy's lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her position on
the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy's hand making slurping
sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his cock. Her hand
was incredibly close to the boy's erection, felt the heat of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect shaft,
gasped as if she hadn't really expected her hand to wrap around his
dick.
Sheila grasped the kid's cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly when
he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He didn't
seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his masturbatory
activities, a fact that assured her that he had been tempting her all
the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house were
on her, but she didn't care. She wanted the boy desperately and she was
going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter how
depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn't say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting cock
up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him off
to her heart's content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older woman
made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy's aching cock,
making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive flesh.
The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second, seemed to
grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and thickness.
It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila's hand was sopping wet with the boy's slippery pre-seminal
oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy
fluids.
Sheila's mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy's cock deep into her
throat. Staring into the boy's lap, she could almost taste his big dick
in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock in her
mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long since
she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man's cock. Not since she had
divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings of
her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable in
full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his seat
until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an
invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy's lap, moving her
lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his prick. She
dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was about to suck
and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the lips
of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum that she
had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up the
underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila's warm mouth closing
around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and grabbed the
back of the lovely older woman's head, forcing her down into his lap,
forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the young boy
had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force of his
strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt his
wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy's open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he forced
her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against her
forehead. She felt the animal heat of his straining lower body, felt it
rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his balls,
was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost
desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she
began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to
have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly
in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy's urgency, she began to lose the feeling of
self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying
whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too
forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to
loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the boy's
lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy theater.
She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began bucking his
lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down her
grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she
nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head
off the boy's jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her fast
on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The boy was
bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that was
impossible, the kid's big cock was so tightly crammed into her mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of
something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly.
Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy's lap, she
tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her
naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up,
baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh
gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving
farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn't long before the rough
hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man's big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling flesh of
her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers began
scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling, this
mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as terrified
as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling, itching
sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was on his
face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise herself
up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the kid's face as he stared into her
eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy by
the lecherous young punk.
"I gotta get me some of that stuff too, kid!" Sheila heard a deep voice
growl behind her.
"Help yourself, man! She's a horny bitch! There's plenty of her to go
around!" The boy laughed, looking behind him at a rough-looking man of
forty or so.
Sheila gasped when she realized what was about to happen to her. It
couldn't be true! She had to be dreaming a horrible nightmare! Was she
really about to be cruelly raped by the shadowy figures whose eyes had
been eating her up while she masturbated and sucked the boy? The
revulsion she felt when two powerful men grabbed her and held her fast
was horrible beyond description.
Sheila felt herself being lifted and laid over the arm of the seat next
to her, felt her legs draped over the arm and spread open roughly by one
of the many heavily breathing men who had suddenly gathered around her.
The boy whose cock she had been sucking so eagerly only moments before
stood up and watched while the crowd of horny men surrounded her.
Sheila struggled desperately, but to no avail. Any one of the men would
have been too powerful to resist. Now she was about to be raped by
several men at once. Her mind reeled with terror.
She screamed when she felt her dress being torn away, exposing her naked
tits. She shivered with fear when she felt what was left of her dress
being rucked up violently, exposing her naked legs and the crotch of her
panties.
Strong hands grabbed her tits, squeezing big handfuls of yielding
tit-flesh. Eager fingers held her legs, held her hard while other hands
roved up and down her inner thighs.
She tried to scream out her terror again and again, but each time she
tried, a hard hand clamped over her face and held her down. She could
see the boy, whose cock had tempted her, standing in the shadows and
beating himself off leisurely while the other men had their fun with
her. She tried to scream again when she felt a hot hand clamp over her
crotch.
Shivers ran up and down her spine when she felt fingers scratching
against the damp crotch of her gauzy panties. Her cunt twitched and
tingled inside in spite of her efforts to control herself. Even as she
writhed in fear and loathing, her responsive cunt began to regain
control of her emotions. In spite of her attempts to resist the warming
sensations between her legs, she was slowly but undeniably melting,
slowly giving in to the wildness between her legs.
"Hey, buddy, I think this little bitch likes it! How 'bout that! She
likes havin' her goddamn clothes torn off her! Her fuckin' cunt's
gettin' wet!" one of the men said with a dirty sneer.
"I gotta get a closer look at that cunt!" another of the rapists
growled, tugging her panties down and staring at the furry nest of her
dark delicious twat.
Sheila tensed. She felt her pouting cuntlips being spread open, felt the
raggedy flesh of her pussy-lips being pulled apart by hard fingers bent
on violating her in the most depraved way possible. She felt incredibly
helpless as the men explored her naked pussy so lecherously.
"Jesus Christ! What a fuckin' pussy! Nice and juicy! She's gonna love
it, men! Goddamn!" a tall man laughed as he played with Sheila's wet
cunt.
Sheila felt a long eager finger pushing between her twat-lips and
entering the hot-pink gash of her pussy. The finger pushed all the way
inside her, crooking and scraping against the wet flesh of her inner
cunt. She tried to control herself, but the sensations the man's finger
inspired ,in her pussy were just too much for her. Her twat was growing
hotter and hotter by the second, and the heartless rapists seemed to be
well aware of her condition.
"Shit, she's got a tight cunt! I can feel that fucker workin' on my
goddamn fuck-finger, you guys! Damn she's tight!"
"Tight and tasty?" another voice chimed in.
"Don't know 'bout tasty, man! Why don't you taste while I finger-fuck
the bitch?" the tall man suggested, beginning to stroke his finger in
and out of her grasping twat.
"Good fuckin' idea! Gimme room, men! I'm gonna take a little taste!" a
short burly man in a T-shirt said.
"No, no, please!" Sheila cried, her voice muffled by a heavy hand over
her mouth. "Don't do that to me! Please!"
"Shut up, bitch! You asked for this, baby, and you're gonna get it!" the
barrel-chested man roared. "You sure liked suckin' that kid's dick,
lady! Well, cunt, now you're gonna get some from a real man!"
"Yeah, bitch, that was real cute! Suckin' a kid's dick! Beatin' him off
like that! Goddamn, woman, he's only a boy! Shit, baby, he's young
enough to be your fuckin' son! Don't tell us a hot cunt like you is
scared of real men! That it? Get your kicks by fuckin' boys?"
A rough hand squeezed Sheila's tits, making her nipples stiff and
excited.
"No! I ... I didn't ... I mean ... I ... I'm afraid ..." Sheila cried.
"You like this, baby?" the burly man asked with a sneer on his face,
burying his face between her writhing legs and pressing his lips against
her wet pussy.
"No! No! I ... no ... oh God ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Sheila sobbed,
feeling herself giving in to her blazing sexual excitement.
"Yeah! Sure! She loves it all right! Look at them eyes, you guys! Look
at them fuckin' eyes! Them's whore's eyes!" another onlooker said,
standing on one of the seats behind her, looking down on her from his
vantage point.
"Damn right! Cheap little slut! Let's show her a good time!" another
tall man said.
Sheila's cunt sucked at the short burly man's impaled tongue; sucked at
it in spite of herself. The tall man's finger was still buried between
her legs. He rubbed her tits with one hand while he finger-fucked her
cunt with the other. She was held down by at least three other men, held
down hard and fast while they used her at will.
"Like big dicks, baby? Like 'em? Like 'em? Answer me, little bitch!"
"No! No! Don't! Please!" Sheila screamed.
"You're lyin', bitch! You like big dicks don't you? Come on, slut, admit
it! You like big hard cocks! You like to suck on 'em and take 'em up
your goddamn twat! Right? Right?" the man rasped, moving up against her
face, pressing his swelling crotch against her cheek.
"No! No! Oh God! Don't! Please! Please! Leave me alone! You animals! You
filthy animals!" Sheila cried bitterly.
"Sure, bitch, we're all animals! We're gonna fuck you like an animal
too! Scared of men huh? That's wild! How 'bout a lesson or two, baby?
How 'bout suckin' a big man's cock?"
"Sure, man, give the bitch a taste! God she's got a tasty pussy! You
give her your cock and I'll suck her twat!" the burly man between her
legs said, his lips grazing the lips of her musky cunt.
"Sure, man, get it out! Get that fucker out and let the bitch eat it!
She sucks damn good!" the heartless young boy snickered, still beating
himself off slowly, working his tight balls into a frenzy while he
watched the older woman being cruelly violated.
Chapter 5
Sheila tried desperately to move her face when the rapist unzipped his
tight Levi's and hauled out a huge half-hard length of cock. Sheila
shivered when he grabbed his rubbery dick and rubbed the hot thing
against her cheek. The monstrous uncircumcised cock grew and grew as he
rubbed it against her silken face. She tried to pull away, but someone
held her head fast and hard.
The lips against her twat were working wildly now, driving her crazy
with uncontrollable sexual heat. Her pussy ran with musky cunt-juice,
wetting the man's lips, making him hungrier and hungrier for her tasty
cunt.
She wished she could close her legs, wished she could roll over and hide
her naked cunt from the cruel men, wished she could escape their mad
manipulations, but at the same time she loved the sensations they
inspired in her.
Sheila was uncertain when the strange change came over her, the change
from seething fear to seething sexual heat. Perhaps she really was a
loose slut. Perhaps the terrible things the men were saying about her
were true after all. Perhaps she really wanted to be violated by all of
them at once.
Her mind reeling, she felt herself succumbing to the heat between her
legs.
The lips and tongue between her legs were pressing against the seething
wet gash of her twat. She heard slurping sounds as the short muscular
man between her legs ate her out.
She inhaled the heady masculine scent of the man's huge hardening prick
and swelling balls. She felt the tall man's finger moving around inside
her pussy, making her cunt twitch and tingle with lust, felt his hand
moving over her swelling tits, tingling her hard little nipples.
"Look at that cunt! She's warmin' up all right! See that? Look at her
squirm! Look at her!" a voice from the shadows said.
"Sure, you guys, sure, she's gettin' hot! How could she help it? No
horny bitch can resist a big cock like this fucker!" the strong towering
man growled, still rubbing his cock against Sheila's face.
She stared up at the huge cock as the foreskin peeled back all by
itself. The head of the man's dick swelled until it was almost as large
as a child's fist. It wasn't long before the big thing was incredibly
stiff and thick.
The man pushed the organ down against her upturned lips, rubbing the
underside of it against her. Sheila began to feel the man's slippery
pre-seminal fluid oozing from the head of his prick, wetting her pretty
lips and spreading over her chin as he rubbed his cock against her skin.
"Come on, bitch, admit it! You like this dick, don't you? Huh? Don't
you, baby? Come on, bitch!" the rough muscular stud growled, slapping
her face with the back of his hand.
"No ... no ... I ... no..."
"You like dick! Huh? Like that fucker? Like it?" he roared again,
pushing his bulging cock-head hard against her lips.
"Oh God ... I ... like ... like it..." she groaned softly, afraid to
resist the men-now.
"Say it, baby! Say you like dick! Come on! Say you like cock!" the tall
hard-cocked stud growled.
"I ... I like cock ... I like cock..." she cried desperately.
"Wanna suck it? Huh?" the man insisted, balling his fist and threatening
to hit her.
"Yes! Yes! Oh God! Anything! Just leave me alone! Please leave me
alone!" Sheila cried.
"That's not convincing enough, baby! Beg for it! C'mon, bitch, beg!
Beg!" the horny stud roared, shaking her hard.
"Yes, I'll beg for it! Please ... let ... let me ... let me suck it ...
please ..." she cried weakly.
"Louder, baby! Let me hear it!" he growled down at her.
"Please let me suck your ... your cock!" she cried as loudly as she
could.
"Yeah! That's better! Now you're talkin'! You're gonna get the mouthful
of your cocksuckin' life, baby!" he rasped. "Take it! Take that fucker
and suck the cum right out of it, baby! And you better suck it good!"
Sheila opened her mouth reluctantly and let the horny man push his
bulging dick-head into her face. She tried to remain motionless at
first, afraid to excite him any more than he had excited himself
already, afraid of what he might do to her if he got any hornier.
When he realized that he wasn't about to get a good blow job unless he
forced her, he rubbed his dick against her teeth and pushed it into her
mouth until she choked on it.
Coughing and gasping for breath, Sheila began working her tongue over
the head of the man's bulging hot cock. She had to make him happy, no
matter what the consequences.
Sheila watched as the big man swung his legs over her and straddled her
struggling body, forcing his monstrous cock into her mouth. She watched
him push down his tight pants and grab his balls, squeezing hard on them
while he face-fucked her with a passion. His balls slapped up against
her chin each time he stroked into her face.
Rivulets of pre-seminal fluid flowed down her throat as his cock grew
harder and harder and his balls grew hotter and hotter. Sheila could
hardly swallow all the pre-cum his huge cock pumped into her mouth. She
wondered how she could possibly swallow the enormous volume of his wad
if he ever shot it into her throat.
"I gotta get my cock up this bitch's twat!" the rough muscular man
between her legs roared. "If you think you like havin' your pussy
sucked, baby, you wait 'til you feel this prick in your belly!" He
unzipped his pants and pulled out a short but incredibly thick prick.
Sheila couldn't see the man's enormously thick cock between her
widespread legs. When she felt the hard head of the thick prick pressing
between the gaping lips of her seething cunt, she cried out loud. She
sucked in her breath when she felt the man shove his hard-on all the way
into her sucking twat.
She trembled when her responsive twat grasped the man's hard shaft and
held it in a vise-like grip. It was the first time in three years that
she had had a cock in her pussy. It was a feeling that even in her state
of terror she had to admit was an enjoyable one.
She felt her pussy sucking at the man's stiff plug of flesh, sucking it
deeper and deeper into her cunt. She felt the man moving back and forth
against her, felt him moving with the rocking motion that she had
missed.
She was to discover, however, that this man cared not at all whether or
not she was comfortable in her helpless position, cared not at all
whether or not she enjoyed the sensations that continued to build in her
hot cunt.
His pistoning movements became rougher and rougher by the second. She
felt her tight cunt being stretched by the bulging head of his huge
cock, felt his balls slapping up against her crotch, felt his rough
denim pants rubbing against her naked legs, felt his belt buckle
slapping cold and hard against her skin.
"Goddamn! This bitch really loves gettin' it like this! I can feel that
goddamn cunt suckin' away on my dick like a fuckin' mouth! You like it
rough, baby? You like it rough and hard? Well, slut, you're gonna get
it! You're gonna get it right now!" the horny fucker screamed, banging
his stubby cock against her delicate cunt-flesh, making her entire body
shake.
Only gurgling sounds escaped Sheila's throat when she tried to cry out
her suffering and fear. A thick cock was stuffed into her cunt while
another was jammed into her throat. She felt filled to the bursting
point with hot cock-meat. She closed her eyes and let her long submerged
lusts carry her away in a flood of sensation.
She felt her orgasm rising within her, felt the charge of electrical
excitement building up inside her. The harder the two men fucked her,
the closer she came to a mind-bending flash deep inside her wet cunt.
She tried to hold back, tried even now to hide the lusts that were
building within her. She knew now that the men recognized the signs of
passion, recognized that she was hot and getting hotter by the second.
She could feel her body writhing, could feel her pelvis slowly gyrating,
grinding her sopping wet pussy against the man's groin. She could feel
her throat grasping at the other man's hard cock, could feel herself
sucking at his prick.
"Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her! I'm gonna fuck the bitch between
the tits!" the tall man rasped, straddling her shaking body and resting
his long prick in the crevice between her bulging breasts.
The tall man rocked back and forth in rhythm with the man in front of
him, fucking Sheila's tits with a passion, grabbing the yielding globes
and crushing them up against his hard dick. Sheila felt her tits grow
wet with pre-seminal fluid as the man worked himself off on her warm
silken body.
Sheila was terribly uncomfortable with two heavy men straining against
her, but her discomfort was slowly being overcome by her incredibly hot
lust for a wild fuck. Her eyes blazing with excitement, she looked
around her at all the hard cocks that surrounded her now.
Men were jacking themselves off and pointing their hard cocks down
toward her, as if preparing to shoot their sperm all over her naked
form. She felt hard slippery cocks rubbing against her flesh, pressing
against every square inch of her body, making her flesh tingle all over
as their animal heat saturated her.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, bitch! Now you're gettin' it! Now you're gettin' hot!
Suck that goddam dick, bitch! Harder! Deep! Come on, slut! Eat that
meat, bitch! Deeper! Suck it down!" the man growled, face-fucking the
beautiful woman harder and harder.
"I'm gonna squirt all over your tits, bitch! I'm gonna cream your goddam
tits!" the tall man said through gritted teeth, bucking his ass against
her bulging breasts.
"You're gonna get a load up your twat too, little lady! I'm gonna shoot
a gallon of cum right up into your pretty little belly! Squeeze that
dick in there, bitch! Squeeze it! Work it! Work it! Like it? Like it?!"
the man between her spread legs roared.
Sheila worked the muscles of her seething twat against the stranger's
prick. She felt the stiff shaft of his meat rubbing against her hot
little clit, driving her wild inside. She had somehow learned to
accommodate herself to the man's bulging cock in her throat. She was
almost beginning to enjoy having his big prick buried in her throat. The
taste and scent of his cock and balls were making her hot and hungry for
more of his meat.
"You ready for this, slut! Comin' into a place like this all by
yourself! You musta been ready for this all day! Well, bitch, you're
gonna get it now! You're gonna get some cum outa my big dick! You
swallow this, baby! You drink it all down! Here it comes! Take your
goddam medicine, whore! Here it comes, baby! Here it fuckin' comes!" the
man rasped as his balls exploded.
Sheila tried to hold her breath when she felt the man's huge cock
suddenly stiffen and swell. She hadn't thought that a cock could grow so
suddenly and grow so monstrous. She felt it snap up hard and unyielding
against the roof of her sucking mouth. She felt the man's legs stiffen
as his load shot through the long shaft of his cock.
Sheila knew that she should be afraid now that he was about to strangle
her with unending spurts of cum, but she felt nothing but lust. She knew
that she should be revolted, but revulsion was somehow the farthest
thing from her horny mind.
All she could think about at the moment was the fact that all the men
seemed to be coming at once. They were all around her, men with stiff
lust-hardened cocks, grinning down at her wickedly, their eyes
glittering with passion. When she thought of all the hot charges of
sexual electricity that were about to flash between the men's straining
legs, her own orgasm fluttered between her satiny legs.
They were all coming! And they were all coming for her! Her mind reeled.
"I'm comin', you guys! I'm gonna fill her fuckin' twat! Take it! Take my
goddamn cum right up your cunt! You know, bitch, you're even better than
my fuckin' wife! Come on her, you guys! Squirt that shit all over the
hot little slut!"
Sheila suddenly felt a hot shot of cum splatter against the back of her
impaled throat, a hot shot of cum that was followed immediately by
another and another. She struggled to swallow all of the thick wad that
shot down-her throat, but to no avail. The hot thick stuff filled her
mouth and dribbled from the corners of her lips, running down over her
chin and throat, making long white trails all the way to her tits.
Sheila felt the muscular fucker between her legs suddenly redouble his
fucking pace as his balls tensed. She longed to feel his sperm blasting
into her sucking twat, longed to feel the animal heat of him spreading
throughout her belly as he unloaded his lust into her. She moved against
him hard now, rubbing her clit against the stiff shaft of his rapidly
working prick, making her cunt tingle and seethe.
The tall man kept pumping away between her silken tits until he too shot
his wad all over her. She heard wet slurping sounds as the man continued
to fuck between her tits even after he had shot his cream between them.
He rubbed the squirting head of his sensitive cock against the stiff
peaks of Sheila's silken tits, splattering cum all over her flesh.
"Jesus Christ! Her tits are better than most women's cunts! I could fuck
this little piece all day!" the tall man said, rubbing his prick all
over the woman's sperm-covered breasts.
"Turn her face this way! I wanna shoot this into her mouth!" she heard a
voice say.
Sheila turned and faced the voice. It was the boy she had sucked in the
first place. He leaned against the back of one of the theater seats and
ran his hand fast and furiously over the shaft of his poker until an
explosion of cum blasted against her pretty lips. She pursed her pretty
lips and sucked the boy's sperm into her mouth as it shot against her
soft face, flying several feet through the air before it hit her.
"Look at that! Look at that cunt! She loves it! Look at her catch that
kid's cum!"
"She can have mine too if she wants it so bad!" another voice called.
"Same here! Take this, bitch! Take it on your cheeks!" another deep
voice growled.
Sheila's eyes darted everywhere at once. All around her hard cocks were
spurting sperm toward her, covering her naked body with thick white cum.
It was more than she could stand.
She moved her pelvis harder and harder against the groin of the man who
was fucking her hard and fast. It would be only a second or two before
she flashed off in ecstasy. She had no idea what would become of her
when the flash of her orgasm had subsided. Nothing mattered now but the
frenzy of the moment. They could do with her what they would. She had to
come and she had to come now!
Her body trembled with excitement. Sensations from all over her body
seemed to flow down toward her seething twat.
"Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck hard! Take it! Take it! Take my dick! I'm
shootin'! I'm shootin' that stuff, baby!" the man in her pussy roared.
Sheila stiffened. The voices in the shadows faded away for a second. The
grunts and groans of the ejaculating men seemed to suddenly cease. She
knew the moment was at hand. She knew that she was about to flash off
for the first time in three years, knew that her cunt was about to
tighten around a man's cock for the first time in what seemed like an
eternity. It didn't matter now whether or not the man between her legs
was a stranger.
She wanted to flow like a river around the man's impaled cock, wanted to
gush musky cunt-juices as her pussy climaxed wildly. But it was not to
happen.
A voice from the rear of the theater brought reality crashing down
around her head.
"Cops! It's the fuckin' cops!" someone shouted.
Sheila thought she would die on the spot. She had been teetering on the
brink of a wild orgasm for so long. And now the worst had come to pass!
It couldn't be real! It was too horrible!
Her longing for a mind-bending orgasm was suddenly overcome by a rush of
terror and shame.
She had to escape! It was bad enough that she had allowed herself to do
such disgusting things to and for the wicked men who had used her, but
to be discovered by the law in such a state was too much.
The grunting sweating man between her legs managed to stroke in and out
of Sheila's pussy just long enough to bring himself off even though he
knew that the police were outside in the lobby. When his balls erupted
with jism, he pulled out of her moist twat and let his wad shoot over
her belly.
He grabbed his prick as soon as he had stopped shooting and shook the
cum off the head. The man stood up quickly and pulled up his pants,
tucking his prick back inside and zipping up as fast as he could.
"Get this bitch outa here! We can't let them pigs find her!" another man
said, jumping off her and pulling up his pants. "Get her over there!" he
ordered, pointing to a shadowy vestibule near a side exit.
The air was filled with the sound of zippers zinging shut.
Sheila moaned softly, half in fear and half in agony. She had been so
close to an orgasm, and now it was all lost, all lost.
Two men dragged her into the dark vestibule while the others resumed
their seats and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. The two men
leaned her up against the wall and slapped her face until she regained
at least some of her composure.
"Come on, get dressed! Get this on and get your ass outa here! There's
cops outside! Hear me?" a man whispered intensely, shaking her roughly.
"Yes! Yessss! I'll go! Let me go!!" she cried, a bit too loudly.
She struggled into her panties and dress while the two men watched with
wicked grins on their faces. She became suddenly aware of the aches and
pains with which their rough treatment had left her, suddenly became
aware of how tortured her body really was.
"Here, bitch!" one of the men spat as she opened the door, ready to
escape into the shadows of the alley outside. "Take this for your
trouble!"
Sheila looked down at the floor and saw a crumpled ten-dollar bill. She
looked up at the cruel face of the man who had thrown it at her and spat
at him. She would never trust men again, she thought.
Her heart racing, her mind burning with shame, she ran into the night
and didn't stop running until she reached the safety of her car. She had
to get home, had to get home to the safety of the arms of the one male
who cared for her, had to get home to the safety of her son's arms.
Chapter 6
By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila had
managed to regain some semblance of self-control after her terrible
ordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but an
emotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at the
hands of the brutal rapists, but her image of herself had suffered too.
In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too good
for the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apart
from them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention of
submitting herself to their desires.
Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerful
urges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced to
submit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she had
entered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she had
enjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-life
had taken a new turn.
She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of course,
had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a way no
woman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry and Wendy
fucked together on the beach.
But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from the
safety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked into
the whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.
She had sucked a young boy's cock, had allowed several horny men to fuck
her and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her with
revulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been so
close in the theater.
Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after so
long without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would pull
her to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she had
him in a wild night of incestuous fucking and sucking.
She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son. It
was only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust she
felt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand, hoped
that she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.
The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting to
disturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of disorder,
Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three in the
morning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she was
covered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.
She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to wash
them out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tattered
cum-splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she would
burn them.
Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very careful
not to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the hall from
hers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the softening
warmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally felt clean
again after her night of shame and torment. Things didn't look nearly as
bad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her recently violated
cunt was quite another matter.
Sheila couldn't resist dipping her sudsy hands between her slippery-wet
legs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her into so much
trouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard thick cock
buried deep in her hot twat, could still feel the animal warmth of it
between her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against her turgid
little clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between the
lips of her moist cunt.
She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own
finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it.
She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the
rushing heat of her orgasm.
Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to the
dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined that
her son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny son
stood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering his
cock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.
She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry's enormous
smooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the slippery
shaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her sexiest
smile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face as he
watched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself running her
thumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop of pre-cum
fluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending toward the
boy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those wet warm
lips against the dripping head of her son's cock.
Sheila's eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken flesh
of her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with Terry.
She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son's furry groin, making a
cloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his balls in
her wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing the
sperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She imagined
feeling the boy's strong young body become suddenly hard when she
plunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his huge
cock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry's throbbing
cock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-head
swelling against her tonsils.
Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila imagined
sucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement. She
imagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined feeling
his sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her tongue
flew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined pulling her head
back and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm, making
him wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop when her
sucking lips pulled free of her son's penis, imagined hearing a painful
gasp escape the boy's lips.
Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost see
stars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she imagined
the maddening things she could do for her son, and the maddening things
he could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon as his erection
had snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined standing before
the boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with warm water,
imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her cunt.
Sheila imagined herself lifting her wet tits and offering them to her
sixteen-year-old son, imagined her nipples stiffening with excitement as
the boy ogled her tits. She imagined the boy rubbing a soapy wash-cloth
over her naked tits at her suggestion, imagined great clouds of suds
running down between the bulging fleshy globes of her tits. She imagined
him running his strong young hands over her tits until she trembled
inside.
As the fire in her twat continued to rage, Sheila imagined the boy
burying his handsome face in the suds that ran down her slightly
outcurved naked belly. She imagined feeling her son's tongue flicking
over her naked flesh. She imagined feeling his face moving down to her
wet thighs, coming closer and closer to the wet hair of her love-mound.
She imagined herself whispering sweetly as her son fell to his knees on
the shower floor. She imagined herself reassuring the boy, reassuring
him that she really wanted him to lick and suck her dripping cunt.
Sheila buried her fingers in the folds of her juicy cunt, moving them
inside herself as she writhed in lusty heat. She imagined feeling
Terry's nervous yet eager lips grazing the lips of her pussy. She
imagined reaching between her lithe legs and spreading her cunt open for
him, imagined herself leaning backwards and opening her dripping pussy
for her young son. She imagined his eyes when he looked up at her in
amazement. She imagined putting her warm hand on his head and moving his
face closer and closer to her downy twat.
Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips of
her tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.
It was as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with the
lips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bending
flash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her naked
tits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, felt
the very tits that had nourished him.
Sheila imagined her son licking wildly at her cunt, imagined his tongue
working fast and furiously between the gaping lips of her hot pussy. She
imagined him chewing gently but greedily on the hot wet flesh of her
excited twat.
Sheila's dripping cunt tingled and burned with lusty fire, a fire that
could not be extinguished even by the cascades of water that still ran
down between her legs. She imagined her son rising at her command and
inserting his arching erection between the lips of her musky twat. She
imagined his cock in her cunt, imagined it splitting her belly with its
enormous size. She imagined the hard blood-filled cock sawing in and out
of her cunt, imagined it moving faster and faster the hornier her son
became.
The hot-assed woman could feel her twat moistening as her imagination
ran away with her. Her sucking cunt grabbed the fingers that she had
stuffed inside it. By now she had inserted her entire hand into her
pussy.
She made a fist inside her cunt-hole and twisted her hand inside her.
She gasped when she felt her knuckles rubbing against her inner flesh,
driving her wilder and wilder. Tingling, tugging, surging sensations
flooded her quivering cunt.
The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it was
as if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick as
her wrist, a cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.
Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing her
fist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silken
thighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knew
that she could make herself go off wildly at any second.
But it was not enough somehow. It was not enough to bring herself off by
masturbation now that she had experienced a real fucking and sucking
again after going without it for three years. Her cunt still ached from
the wild fucking she had had in the theater.
Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experience
had taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almost
grateful to the rapists for bringing her so shockingly back to the real
world of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation for
her. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.
She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while her
cunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of her
lust. Nothing was beyond her now.
Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left the
shower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of a
cunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward her
sixteen-year-old boy's room, her brain filled with images of fucking and
sucking.
The light was off in Terry's room. She hoped he was asleep. As she stood
outside his room, she realized that she had no idea in the world how to
approach her son. She also realized now that she had no choice but to
try, no matter how depraved her act would be, no matter how uncertain
the outcome.
Sheila trembled when she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open
ever so quietly. Terry was sleeping soundly, and no wonder. When she
remembered that the boy had probably been fucking Wendy all night,
Sheila's heart skipped a beat.
It was no wonder that the boy looked so smooth and quiet as he lay there
bathed in the moonlight that filtered in through his open window.
Terry's night of fucking had not been nearly as exhausting as Sheila's.
And yet she still burned with a sex-fire that kept her wide awake and
sensitive to every sensation, every sound, every scent, every sight.
She drifted to the side of the boy's bed and looked down at him.
She was overcome with love and passion for her long-neglected son. He
was so handsome lying there, his naked body covered only by a thin white
sheet. He lay on his back, his sheet down around his waist, his chest
and arms exposed to her admiring gaze. She had never had the opportunity
to look at her son so closely before, at least not in the years since he
had developed into young manhood.
The horny mother feasted her eyes on the boy's youthful body, drinking
in the smoothness of his swelling muscles, the rippling muscles of his
hard stomach, the look of peace on his boyish face. He looked so
innocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that only
hours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.
Sheila stood there in her son's room and stared at him with fucking and
sucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with feminine
passion. She had to touch him.
She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly.
She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Her
hand dropped lightly on the muscles of his chest.
She dared to let her exploring hand travel down over his chest to his
smooth stomach. She shivered when she traced a circle around his navel.
She thrilled to the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair that grew just
below his belly button and grew slightly thicker until it disappeared
beneath his sheet.
Wild inside, Sheila's fingers sneaked beneath her son's sheet. She
trembled when she felt the warm flesh of his lower belly, trembled still
more when she felt him stir slightly. She dared not wake him. What would
he think of her if he caught her feeling him up? She was his mother, not
his girl friend! It would be too great a shock for the boy.
She drew her hand away quickly and started to leave the room, her heart
racing wildly.
She was about to leave the room when something drew her back. Terry's
flesh was too warm to resist. He was much too young and handsome. She
couldn't simply walk away from him now, couldn't give up her depraved
plan.
She almost ran to the side of the bed, falling to her knees and hoping
beyond hope that he would remain blissfully unaware of the terrible
things she was about to do to him.
Holding her breath, Sheila drew the sheet down over Terry's sleeping
body, exposing more and more of his naked body. She sucked in her breath
when she saw the nest of his sex-hair. She gasped when she saw the thick
root of his prick. She dropped the sheet around his naked tanned thighs
when she saw the full length of his prick.
It was even bigger than it had looked on the beach through her
binoculars, even more beautiful. It was no wonder, she thought, that
Wendy ate his cock up so greedily. She had to touch his prick! But did
she dare? Did she dare touch her own son's naked dick? Surely he would
wake up. And if he did wake up, what could she possibly say or do?
When she had entered his room, she had been prepared for anything. Now
that she was about to make the move that could force an encounter with
her young son, however, she had second thoughts. Her cunt made the
decision for her.
Her fingers trembling, Sheila moved her hand down between her son's long
muscular legs and approached his resting prick. Her fingers hovered over
the eight-inch length of warm flesh while her other hand pushed his
sheet down all the way to his ankles. She could feel the incredibly
exciting warmth of Terry's prick as she allowed her fingertips to
flutter over the skin of his cock.
Her heart fluttered when she wrapped her fingers around her
sixteen-year-old boy's prick. At sixteen he was already as well hung as
his father had been. In spite of her hatred of Blake, she suddenly swam
with memories of how wonderful he had made her feel with his big hard
prick. She wondered if Terry could make her feel as wonderful with his.
She remembered the taste and scent of Blake's hard cock. She had to do
it! She had to bend over the boy and see if his prick tasted as good as
it looked.
Sheila lifted Terry's soft cock and held it up toward her lovely wet
lips. The boy's cock-meat filled her hand and filled her lusty mind with
excitement. Resting his cock in her hand, Sheila began softly kneading
his balls, weighing them carefully, wishing that she could make their
load of cum spurt through the shaft of his cock.
She sniffed the dark warm area between the boy's tanned legs and was
immediately intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy with passion. She moved
incredibly close to the sac of her son's sperm-filled balls and flicked
out her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt his
body stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let it
linger at the base of his prick.
She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy's cock
with her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into her
face. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all the
way up her twat. She wanted to gather his balls in her eager hand and
squeeze until his body stiffened. But she had to be careful not to do
anything that might awaken the boy.
Unable to resist kissing Terry's long thick prick, she lowered her
pretty mouth over his groin and breathed softly on the dark hair of his
lower belly. If she could only take the head of his cock in her mouth
without waking him. She had to try.
Listening carefully for signs of her son's waking, Sheila opened her
mouth wide and sucked in the soft head of his cock. Saliva ran from her
lips and down the soft shaft of the boy's sensitive prick, dampening his
balls. It wasn't long before his cock began to respond to his mother's
oral efforts. Even while he was asleep his eager young cock was quick to
lengthen and swell with blood.
Sheila knew that she was doing a terribly dangerous thing now. Surely
her son had to feel the tingling sensation in the head of his prick as
it stiffened and grew longer and thicker. Surely her son had to feel the
tension that she caused to build in his balls. She was afraid that he
would wake up at any moment, but still she continued to nibble and suck
at his meat.
Sheila sucked at her sleeping son's rampant erection until it puffed out
her cheeks. Seized by a sudden urge to see how large the boy's prick had
become, she let the prick jerk from her sucking face and snap up against
his groin. The head of the turgid cock extended well past his navel. She
saw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum ooze slowly from the eye-slit of
his prick.
She flicked out her tongue and caught the tiny droplet, tasting its
saltiness, savoring it, longing for more of the same. Wild and hungry
for her son's cock, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and held it
straight up from his crotch, going down on it voraciously, forgetting
that he could awaken at any minute and find his mother sucking his naked
cock.
Sheila's pussy was ablaze with sexual fire. Cunt-honey trickled down her
leg. The lips of her wildly excited cunt were wet with dew. Her clit was
alive with sensation. She had to touch herself, had to pinch the little
bud of flesh while she sucked her son off.
If only Terry could stroke her satiny clitoris. If only Terry could
press his warm lips against her cunt and sneak his tongue into her
seething pussy. If only he could bury his big juicy cock between the wet
folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and worked her pussy into a wet
musky froth with her hand.
Terry lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the depraved things his
lovely mother was doing to him. His blood-filled cock continued to swell
with power as his horny mother's hand raced up and down the shaft.
Jacking him off and sucking him at the same time, Sheila was slowly
making a tearing ball-busting orgasm well up inside him. Could she do
it? Could she make her son shoot his sweet-tasting cum into her sucking
mouth without waking him?
Sheila thought she would die when her son suddenly stirred, started to
roll over in his sleep. She held her breath and pulled her face off his
cock just as he rolled over. She watched in horror as he rolled over on
his stomach and began to stretch, forcing his huge dripping hard-on
against the mattress. Surely he would wake up now. Surely he would feel
the turgid head of his cock rubbing against the sheet.
She knew that she should turn and run from the room. Instead she stared
at her son's flexing legs and ass, stared between the crack of his ass
at the tight sac of his tense balls. She couldn't leave him now. She
would wait and hold her breath.
Sheila's cunt tightened around her diddling fingers when she saw her
son's body go limp again after his long stretch. He was still asleep.
Perhaps she could have her moment of fulfillment after all. Perhaps she
could make her son squirt his sperm all over his bed under the influence
of her busily working fingers.
Her fingers pinching her clit and working against the flesh of her
gaping cunt, Sheila sneaked her free hand under her son's warm body and
found the still-hard stalk of his cock. She gripped the shaft of the
boy's stiff prick and began squeezing and moving it against the crisp
material of the sheet.
It wasn't long before Sheila felt the rush of her orgasm. She closed her
eyes and stiffened in every fiber of her body. All the built-up
sensations of her dangerous and wildly exciting night of fucking and
diddling her cunt suddenly seemed to explode inside her. Her cunt
flashed again and again, flashed with sexual electricity. Honey ran from
the lips of her sucking twat. She buried her fist in her seething cunt
and imagined Terry's cock inside her, pumping cream into her pussy
instead of into his sheet.
Her mad fist-fucking of her son's hard cock continued even as she
writhed in the heat of her climax. Just when she toppled from the
pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, Sheila felt her son's cock erupt. She felt
his young body become suddenly as hard as steel as his charge of passion
exploded in his balls.
Sheila sucked in her breath when she felt his ejaculation blasting into
her hand. She thought he would never stop squirting his cum. She felt
his body shaking as his nuts unloaded their pent-up energies. It was
more than she could stand.
Suddenly filled with an unspeakable fear of discovery, Sheila pulled her
hand from beneath her son's stirring body and stood up. Unable to resist
tasting his cum, Sheila put her fingers to her lips. A wicked smile
spread over her sperm-covered lips when she sucked his nutty-tasting cum
into her face. She rubbed her hand against the gash of her cunt, mixing
her son's hot cum with the juice of her pussy.
It had been beautiful, this first real encounter with her son. And yet
it was not enough. There was something almost dreamlike about it all,
something dreamlike about the way the moonlight spread a cold glow over
her son's naked body and her own. Perhaps he hadn't really been a
participant in their activities. Perhaps her manipulations had been
little more than another masturbation fantasy. But she knew that she was
one step closer to the encounter that would finally shatter the barrier
between herself and her innocent young son.
Sheila's eyes roved over the stirring body one last time before; she
turned and tiptoed out the door. Before she opened the door to her own
room, she licked her lips and swore to herself that she would take the
final step the very next day.
Chapter 7
Terry was surprised in the morning to find his sheets covered with dried
sperm. He vaguely remembered having had the wildest dream that night,
but it took some remembering to coax his dream to the surface of his
consciousness. It was almost as if he had tried subconsciously to forget
the dream that had made his cock squirt sperm all over his bed.
When he finally forced himself to remember some of the details of the
dream, he realized why he had tried to forget it. He had had lots of wet
dreams, but this one took the cake.
He remembered seeing his mother standing over him as he lay half asleep
in bed, remembered her as clearly as if she had actually been there in
his room beside his bed. He remembered her bulging tits bathed in
moonlight, remembered how her long silky hair cascaded over her
shoulders and around her tits, framing them temptingly. He remembered
her touch on his stomach, on the hair of his groin, on the shaft of his
cock.
It was so real, this strange wet dream. He remembered feeling her long
lovely fingers wrapping around the hardening shaft of his cock,
remembered them as if they were wrapping around his cock still. When he
looked down between his legs and saw a healthy erection towering up in
front of him, he knew that the dream still stirred his libido, and he
knew that he would have a lot of trouble forgetting it.
Terry had had dreams about his mother before, but never one so wildly
exciting, never one in which he had actually shot his wad just dreaming
about the beautiful woman. His feelings for his mother had been driving
him wild lately, and Wendy hadn't done much to help him in his dilemma.
All during his ball-busting fucking activities of the night before,
Wendy had done her best it seemed to keep his mother in his mind. She
had more or less forced him to use his mother's dildo on her, and she
hadn't let him forget whose dildo he was sticking up her cunt.
Wendy could be a teasing bitch at times, but what a girl!
Terry had to admit that the hard-on that jutted up from his loins was
not entirely the result of his wet dream. Just thinking about his mother
made his balls ache, and the ache was getting worse and worse all the
time. He knew that he would have to fade her eventually, and probably
very soon since he smelled breakfast cooking downstairs. His mother was
a great cook in addition to being the sexiest woman he had ever known.
He was surprised that his father had had the balls to leave a woman like
that for another woman. He couldn't believe that his mother couldn't
keep a man happy. Knowing that such thoughts weren't helping him lose
his erection, he tried to banish them from his horny mind.
Terry's prick was still as hard as a rock when he stepped from the
shower and looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He sneaked
down the hall to his room, still dripping wet, scared to death that his
mother might come upstairs and see his hard-on.
Terry toweled himself dry in his room, trying to forget his mother,
trying to make his cock go down before he had to put in an appearance
downstairs. Every time his towel rubbed against the shiny head of his
stiff prick, however, he was made painfully aware of the state of
excitement in which his cock remained. He was tempted to jack off and
force his erection to soften up, but he heard his mother's soft voice
calling sweetly from downstairs.
"Terry, darling, breakfast is served. In fact, it was served ten minutes
ago."
"Be right down, Mom! I was just takin' a shower!" he called back to her.
Terry grabbed the shaft of his swollen cock and started to jerk himself
off. He changed his mind when he remembered that he would have to jack
off three or four times before his prick would soften up enough to hide
it in his pants. He couldn't spend the whole morning beating off while
his mother waited patiently downstairs with cold hotcakes.
Giving up, Terry slapped the bulging head of his hard prick with the
back of his hand and strode over to his dresser to get a pair of shorts.
"You fucker, you're always gettin' me in trouble!" he growled at his
hard cock as he pulled up his underwear. "Get in there and quiet down!"
He let the elastic band of his shorts snap sharply against the shiny
shaft of his cock, making him wince a bit but not diminishing the size
of his erection.
Terry didn't feel particularly comfortable in underwear. He preferred to
let people see the size of his prick and he liked to feel his tight
pants rubbing against his sensitive cock-skin. In fact, he liked to let
people see his hard-on whenever his cock decided to stiffen up between
his legs. His prick was an object of pride for him and he liked to show
it off.
Showing his cock off to his mother, however, was quite another matter.
He kept some shorts around for emergencies since they helped him hide an
erection when he needed to hide one, and this morning he really needed
to hide one.
As he pulled on his Levi's, he tried to imagine what it would feel like
to be caught by his lovely mother in such an obviously aroused state. He
looked down at his crotch after he had pulled on his tank-top and saw
the long hard bulge of his cock sticking down the leg of his tight
pants. He couldn't hide a thing that huge and he knew it. He would just
have to struggle through breakfast and leave the house as quickly as
possible.
As he stood in the hallway outside his door, a flood of images rushed
through his horny mind, images of Sheila's long sleek body all naked and
soft, images of her nipples and the way they peaked and stood out in
hard little pinpoints of flesh, images of her dark cunt and the way it
rested like an animal between her long naked legs, and all the images
bathed in moonlight.
He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. He had to put her from
his mind. It was as if he had actually seen his mother naked and aroused
last night. It was as if he had actually felt her long silken fingers
wrapping around the shaft of his cock.
Terry stood at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath, striding
downstairs as bravely as he could under the circumstances and trying to
act cool even with a wildfire burning deep in his balls.
Sheila, too, had been having quite a time trying to act cool. Her cunt
had been blazing all morning. She had had the most blissful sleep she
had had in years the night before, having come the closest yet to a
fulfilling flash of sexual energy as she climaxed while jacking her son
off.
In the morning her cunt had already started to itch and tingle for more
incestuous activity. Now that she had plunged into her depraved desires
head first, she knew that she could do anything, no matter how taboo, if
her lust were strong enough.
All morning she had been waiting to see him, waiting to see the young
boy whom she had helped to jack off juice all over his bed. She longed
to look into the boy's eyes and see if he realized what she had done to
him the night before. She felt certain that he had discovered by now the
huge blotches of dried cum that remained on his sheets.
She wondered if he remembered even vaguely the sensations that had put
those blotches there. She knew that he had been asleep, but perhaps
somewhere deep inside him he realized that she had actually been there
last night, that she had really stood naked and hot beside his bed, that
she had really played with his cock, that she had really made him shoot
his load of cum into his sheets.
She was half afraid to meet her son that morning. She would simply have
to be brave.
"Terry, I thought you weren't coming at all this morning. Did you ...
did you have a nice sleep last night?" she asked when she saw the boy
come striding into the dining room.
"Uh ... yeah ... I had a nice sleep..." Terry replied weakly, terribly
embarrassed about the length of hard cock that stuck several inches down
his pants-leg.
Sheila noticed immediately that her son was walking stiff-legged. When
she realized what was causing his stiff-legged stride, her cunt shivered
with excitement. He had a hard-on!
She was dizzy inside as she tried valiantly to avert her eyes from the
bulge of his crotch. She tried to look her son in the eye as he came
toward her, but her gaze kept flashing down below his belt.
She knew that he saw her eyes drop again and again below his belt and
flash back nervously to his face. There was no hiding her interest in
his horny state. She wasn't sure what to do now that the situation was
perfect for her first real encounter with her handsome young son, but
she knew that she had to act.
"Did you have fun last night?" she asked in a too-sweet voice, smiling
as her son sat down nervously opposite her at the breakfast table.
"Fun? Oh ... you mean with ... uh ... with Wendy?" Terry was unable to
look his mother in the eye.
"Of course with Wendy, darling. Were you with somebody else last night?"
"Uh ... no, Mom..." Terry mumbled, thinking that his dream had been more
real to him than the wild night with Wendy, more real and more
satisfying.
"What did you and Wendy do after I left, Terry?"
"Do? Uh ... gosh, Mom, what ... what do you mean?" Terry's cock was
jerking in his pants.
There was something strange in the tone of his mother's voice, something
that got to him. It was as if she knew what an embarrassing position he
was in. It was as if she intended to tease him mercilessly. How could
she do a thing like that to him? His own mother!
"Did you fuck her, darling?" Sheila forced herself to ask, somehow
managing to stare her son straight in the eye when she uttered the
fateful words that would make this particular morning the most eventful
morning in both their lives.
Sheila's words hit Terry like a ton of bricks. How could she ask him a
personal question like that? Did she really expect him to answer her?
He was suddenly so nervous that he dropped his silverware between his
legs. His knife and fork fell clattering to the floor. He tried to
swallow a mouthful of food but was only able to choke and cough.
"Is something the matter, Terry?" Sheila asked teasingly. "Did I say
something nasty?"
"G ... gosh, Mom ... I ..." Terry said falteringly, suddenly captivated
by his mother's mysterious eyes.
"I hope I didn't ask anything -- too personal, darling. But after all,
Terry, I did leave the house last night just so that you and your little
girl friend could ... fuck."
"You ... you did?" Terry asked breathlessly.
Sheila smiled. "Of course I did, Terry! Didn't you know that? I thought
it was rather obvious!"
Sheila wanted her son desperately. Her seething cunt burned for him now.
She could have torn his clothes off him and raped him on the kitchen
floor, her lust for the boy was so intense. She was thrilled by the look
of shock and innocence that had come over his face. He was a stud who
had screwed more girls than many men twice his age, and yet he had
melted before her as if he knew little or nothing about sex. Sheila felt
that he was hers for the taking now.
"Well, Terry, did you screw the little thing?" Sheila asked wantonly.
"C ... c'mon, Mom ... don't ... uh ... don't make me answer that..."
Terry begged.
"Make you? Don't be silly, darling! Make you indeed! I wouldn't make you
do anything! I merely thought that a well-rounded young man like you, a
young man of the world, might not be embarrassed about such common
activities as fucking!" She laughed. "If you'd rather not talk about
it..."
"It's not that, Mom..."
"Oh, don't be silly, Terry! The world is full of people who think sex is
dirty! I'm sure you'll get over it ... when you grow up," she teased.
"Aw c'mon, Mom, I don't think sex is dirty! A guy's not supposed to talk
about ... about stuff like that with his mother!" the nervous boy said.
"About fucking? Don't be silly. I see they didn't teach you much about
life at that expensive school you went to!" Sheila ran her tongue around
the rim of her coffee cup while she watched her son writhe in his seat.
"Well ... sure they did, Mom ... but talkin' about sex ... with you is
kinda, well..."
"Dirty?" Sheila smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"Not exactly..." Terry said, his cock dripping with lust for his mother.
"Exciting then," Sheila said matter-of-factly.
"Exciting? Oh God, Mom! I ... I didn't mean that!" Terry said, feeling
like a little kid for the first time in years.
"It's not exciting? Something seems to have excited you, darling. After
all, dear, you do have a big hard-on between your legs."
"Aw, Mom!" he gasped, his voice higher than usual.
"Don't worry, darling, I understand. All boys get hard-ons occasionally.
It's perfectly healthy. But I think you know that. Don't you, Terry?"
"I ... I guess..." Terry answered weakly, looking down between his legs,
unable to look across the table at his mother.
What was she doing to him? Didn't she know that she was making his cock
throb harder and harder all the time? Didn't she know that she was
making him shake all over? He felt like jumping out of his seat and
running upstairs to the safety of his room.
He hadn't felt so nervous and horny in years, ever since he had fucked a
girl for the first time. But this wild experience was even worse, and
his mother showed no sign of stopping her maddening teasing.
"You haven't answered me yet, son. Did you fuck darling little Wendy
last night?" she asked playfully. "Don't be shy, Terry."
"Uh ... yeah..." he said almost inaudibly.
"Speak up, son," Sheila said, feeling wicked beyond belief.
"Yeah ... I did."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Uh-huh ..." Terry muttered.
"Is she a good fuck, Terry?"
"Aw c'mon, Mom! What're you doin'?" he begged, his balls aching.
"I just want to find out if my son is getting the kind of ... fucking he
deserves, darling. I don't mean any harm. Trust me, dear. Now tell me
honestly. Is little Wendy a good lay?" Sheila's wet lips were
glistening, her eyes blazing with unconcealed lust.
"Yeah, Mom, she ... she's good," Terry managed to whisper.
There was something about talking this way to his mother that drove him
wild. It was so dirty, so taboo. And she seemed to be taking some wicked
pleasure in making him squirm. There was nothing he could do now but sit
there and let her tease him mercilessly. He got the impression that she
was after something. But what? What could his mother possibly want of
him?
"She's just good?" Sheila breathed.
"She's great..." Terry admitted.
"Does she ... does she suck your cock for you?" Sheila asked obscenely,
leaning forward and winking at her son when he caught her eye.
"Oh Christ, Mom!" Terry begged, fighting off the urge to bolt and run.
"Does she take your cock in her mouth and suck until you squirt it into
her face?"
"Oh shit, Mom! Come on!" he nearly cried.
"She certainly must do something for you, Terry! After all, you have a
hard-on all the time! Wendy did make you hard this morning, didn't she?
Didn't you dream about her all night and didn't it make your cock stiff
this morning?"
"Well ... uh ... yeah ... I guess," Terry admitted reluctantly.
"Does she suck you off?" Sheila asked again, pressing for an answer to
her dirty question.
"Yeah, she does, yeah..." the boy struggled.
"Does your cock get big and hard in her mouth, darling?" she asked.
"Yeah..."
"You have an awfully big cock, don't you, Terry?"
"Well ... I ... I guess I do..." he stammered.
"I know you do! You must be awfully proud of it, Terry! You always wear
it so well!"
"Please, Mom, don't! Don't! I ... I'm scared! You're makin' me..." Terry
was hoping beyond hope that she would leave him alone before he creamed
his jeans.
"Am I making you horny?" Sheila asked, feeling her cunt moisten.
"Yeah!" Terry almost bawled.
Sheila laughed out loud, her voice ringing with lust. She was going to
give her son the treat of his life, whether he wanted it or not. She got
the impression that he wanted it now at least as much as she did. She
was behaving in a dangerous and frightening way and she knew it. But she
had to have her son, had to hold him in a fucking-hot embrace.
"Don't be afraid, Terry. Sometimes a mother takes more than a casual
interest in her son's sex life. Don't you understand, Terry? You've been
away so long and I've been awfully lonely. In fact, darling, I haven't
even been with a man since the divorce. Now that there's a man in the
house again I can't help thinking about sex again. Do you understand?"
Sheila reached across the table and took her son's trembling hand in
hers.
"I ... I guess. But why are you doin" this to me? How? I mean ... how
come I'm gettin' so ... so horny?" Terry felt the shaft of his cock
squeezing his hot balls together in his tight pants.
"I suppose it's only natural, in an unnatural sort of way," Sheila
replied, pressing her son's warm hand. "Then I do make you horny? I did
make you hard?"
"Yeah, Mom, you did!" Terry said, unable to lie to his mysterious and
ball-stirring mother.
Sheila felt herself suddenly carried away with emotion. So her son loved
her after all, loved her in perhaps the same wild way she loved him. It
would be easy now to move toward the goal she so desperately longed to
reach, the goal of fucking her strong young son.
"You've been horny before, haven't you?" she asked.
"Well ... sure, Mom. I'm always horny! But ... well, a guy's mother
isn't supposed to make him horny!" Terry said, looking deeply into his
mother's blazing eyes now, becoming more and more convinced that she
really enjoyed doing such wild things to him.
"You're a healthy boy. Terry. I don't think there's anything too
abnormal about your reaction to my ... to my charms," Sheila teased.
"I didn't mean that, Mom! But it's not ... right!"
"Not right? Don't be silly, Terry! Who's to say what's right and wrong
in a sexual relationship, darling? The people involved. Right? Didn't
they teach you all about sexual freedom at Bradford?"
Sheila took a tighter grip on his hand.
"Sure, Mom, I know all that shit. But this is different..."
"Not really, darling. I need a man and you seem to be a man. And what a
man!" She smiled seductively. "Of course it would be just a bit nasty.
But that isn't the same as being 'wrong'. Nastiness might make it more
fun, Terry. Do you understand?"
"Oh God! Mom! I ... I can't! You can't!" Terry stammered, still wanting
to run away but unable to even rise to his feet.
"Don't be silly, Terry! I'm sure you can and I know I can!" Sheila said
wickedly, imagining the size of Terry's excited cock and balls. "I think
I can satisfy you as well as little Wendy can. Would you like me to
try?"
"Oh, Mom! Mom! Oh crap!" Terry gasped, his mouth falling open when his
mother stood up.
"You must let me try to satisfy you, Terry! What do you like best,
darling?" Sheila asked, moving her chair back and stepping around to
Terry's side of the table, noticing with delight that his eyes remained
fixed to hers all the while. "You don't answer. I suppose you're a bit
nervous. That's to be understood, dear. Does Wendy do anything to make
you relax? Does she massage your big strong muscles for you, darling?
Does she?"
"Yeah, Mom! But you ... you can't do that..." Terry nearly cried,
holding his breath when his lovely mother fell to her knees beside him.
"I'll make you relax, darling!" she smiled. "Sit this way, Terry."
Chapter 8
Terry turned, facing her, looking down at his mother's lovely face, the
face of a wildly exciting woman. He still couldn't believe that she was
actually kneeling between his legs, still couldn't believe that she was
talking to him so obscenely, so teasingly, still couldn't believe that
she would really do any of the things she was suggesting.
When he felt the touch of her soft hand on his upper leg, he realized
that he wasn't dreaming any more.
Sheila felt her young son's legs become stiff when she laid her hand on
his muscular upper leg only an inch or two from the head of his enormous
cock. The terrified look on the boy's handsome young face made her
shiver inside. She was having trouble keeping up her facade of calm.
Inside she seethed with excitement.
She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot
hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against
him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She
wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they
both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.
But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep
him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her.
"Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly.
"Sometimes," Terry whispered.
"I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a
wicked smile.
"How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the
afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock.
"Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better,
dear?"
"I don't know! I ... I'm still scared! I've never felt like this
before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand kneaded the muscle of
his upper leg.
"Relax, darling, relax! We both want this, don't we?" Sheila smiled at
her son.
"I ... I guess ... but..."
"I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we're
both hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indulge our ...
desires!"
As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to the
bulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing the
bulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and started
rubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch with
each loving movement up his leg.
She watched her horny young son close his eyes and gasp in pleasure-pain
when she allowed her long warm fingers to finally touch the
supersensitive head of his throbbing cock.
She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers
made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when
she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.
Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely
concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up!
His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot
length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of
his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her
fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.
He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body.
His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She
was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange
mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.
How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the
taboos against incest and just start playing with his cock as if he were
her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things
did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to
do to him?
Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when
he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.
Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both
hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with
excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's
pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own
free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.
The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made
the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting
remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew
how depraved and taboo incest was, and the sense of wickedness made it
more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.
"Do you like my hands on your cock, son? Wouldn't you like to feel your
mother's fingers on the naked shaft of your prick, Terry? Doesn't that
make your balls ache? Just the thought of it makes my pussy tingle all
over! Wouldn't you like me to get that big beautiful cock of yours out
and rub it for you?"
Sheila looked into her son's open pants, unbuckling his belt and
unbuttoning his denims with the eagerness of a loose slut in heat.
Terry tried to answer his mother, tried to tell her that she could do
anything she wanted with him, but his voice failed him. The jerking and
throbbing of his hard-on was all the answer she needed.
"I see you're wearing underwear this morning. You don't wear underwear
when you go out with Wendy. Were you trying to hide this big beautiful
cock from me this morning, Terry?" she teased, reaching into her son's
pants and grabbing the pouch of his balls with her eager hand, cupping
his nuts and squeezing gently on the sperm-filled balls. Terry almost
choked when he heard her remarks about trying to hide his hard-on. It
was as if she knew all about his dream and his uncontrollable sex
fantasies about her.
He opened his eyes and stared between his legs as his mother pushed his
tight Levi's down around his hips, exposing his lower body to her
explorations. He still fought the urge to jump up and run away. But who
would he run to? Where could he hide from the urges he felt toward his
mother?
He sat before her like a child, letting her explore his genitals to her
heart's content. He felt his urge to escape diminishing slowly the more
she worked him over.
"You have a wonderful cock, darling! I saw it last night you know," she
said matter-of-factly, looking into his glittering eyes for his
reaction.
"You ... you saw it?!" Terry gasped.
"Yes, lover, I saw it. I felt it too. Don't you remember something
delicious about last night? Didn't you find cum on your sheets this
morning, Terry? Didn't you have a nice wet dream last night?"
"God yeah! But... it couldn't have been you! It couldn't! I dreamed
about... about you!" Terry's throat felt as dry as cotton.
"It wasn't really a dream, darling! I sneaked into your room last night
and masturbated you until you came in my hand!" Sheila felt more and
more lascivious by the second.
"But ... why?" Terry asked, swallowing hard, his back stiffening as she
tried to pull his hard cock out of his pants.
"Oh, I don't know, Terry, not really. Something happened last night that
made me a bit horny. That's all, lover. I've been without a man so very
long you know. And there you were, lying in bed and sleeping so
peacefully. You looked so young and handsome lying there! I just
couldn't resist looking at you. I pulled your sheet off and started
playing with your cock, Terry. The more I played with it the harder it
got, and pretty soon I was jacking you off just like I used to do for
your daddy! I stuck my hand up my cunt and made myself come just at the
same time you shot that big load into your sheets. I was afraid that you
might wake up and catch me at it! I was terrified all the time, son. I
suppose I must have felt the way you feel now. But I'm not afraid any
more, darling. I'm much too hungry for cock to be afraid of you any
more. You have such a nice hard prick! And I really need it! May I have
it, Terry! Please?"
Sheila's cunt tingled with lust for her horny son.
"Oh shit, Mom! Yeah! I can't stand this any more! Take it! Take the
goddamn thing! You gotta take it now, Mom!" Terry cried, his lusts
bursting and exploding inside him like bombs.
"Then you want me too? Do you want me as much as I want you? How long
have you wanted me?" Sheila asked, her eyes wet with brimming tears of
joy.
"Ever since I came back! I've thought about you all the time! Sometimes
I even think about you when I fuck Wendy! I couldn't help it, Mom! I get
horny whenever I think about you! You're so goddamn sexy! You're the
sexiest woman in the world, Mom!" Terry said, reaching out and touching
his mother's shoulders.
"Stand up, darling! Let mother examine that beautiful prick!"
Terry obeyed willingly, if somewhat shakily, standing up and dropping
his arms at his sides. Terry clenched his teeth and held his breath
while his mother tugged his tight pants down to his knees. He felt
considerable discomfort for a moment when the unyielding shaft of his
cock was almost bent double as it pulled from his pants-leg.
"My God, Terry! It's even bigger than it was last night, but then I only
saw it in the moonlight! It's even bigger than Blake's! Does it taste as
good as it looks, dear? May I, son? May I taste your big hard cock?"
Sheila licked her wet lips, looking wanton and wild.
Before Terry could answer, Sheila bent toward her son's towering cock
and pressed her eager lips against the sensitive cock-head.
Terry shouted out loud when he felt his mother's lips against his
dripping dick.
"Mom! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Oh shit! This is too much!"
"It's too much all right, darling. It's too much to get into my little
mouth! But I'll try awfully hard!"
Sheila flicked out her tongue and licked up the rivulets of crystal
clear pre-seminal fluid that ran down the shaft of his big erection.
Sheila wrapped her warm fingers around her boy's swollen prick and began
beating him off slowly while she wrapped her wet lips around the
underside of his cock-head and began sucking him with a passion. She
forced her hand down the shaft of his prick until her knuckles touched
the swollen balls and then moved it up again until her hand was near the
flange of his slippery cock-head.
Terry stood on his tiptoes, his excitement was so intense. His cock
stood straight up against his belly when his mother let go of it, harder
and longer than it had ever been before.
The boy almost died when his mother pulled her lips away from his
dripping cock and let it snap up against his hard stomach.
Sheila smiled up at him and wiped some hot pre-cum off her glistening
lips with two fingers.
"Did you like that, darling? Do I do that as well as dear little Wendy?"
she asked in a syrupy voice.
"Christ yeah! You do it better, Mom! Do it again! Come on! Do it again!
You gotta do it!" her son begged, the tension in his balls taking
control of his senses.
"I'd love to do it for you again, Terry, but I'm afraid I might make you
come! I don't want that beautiful cock to go soft on me already!" she
said teasingly, touching the very tip of his dick with her index finger.
"It won't get soft, Mom! It never gets soft until I come three or four
times! Come on, please! Please put it in your mouth again, Mom! There's
nothin' like it! You do it better than any girl I've ever had! Suck me
off, Mom! Suck my goddamn cock and make me shoot!" Terry pleaded, his
balls on fire.
"Are you sure you won't lose this beautiful stiff one, Terry? I have all
sorts of wonderful ideas in mind for us! Can you keep it up long
enough?"
"I can keep it up all day, Mom! Honest to God! Just suck it some more!"
he gasped, his half-covered legs shaking with excitement.
"Will you do anything in the world for me if I suck you off and make you
come right now?" Sheila asked wickedly, touching the eye-slit of his
hard prick again and transferring a droplet of slippery fluid to her
lips.
"I'll do anything! Anything at all, Mom! I promise! Oh shit! You gotta
do it for me! I'll do anything! I've never felt like this before! I feel
like I'm gonna come even if you don't suck it!"
Terry felt his nuts tightening.
Terry had never begged anyone for anything before, but then he had never
felt as desperate as this before. He knew that he would do anything in
the world she asked of him, no matter how depraved, no matter how
difficult, no matter how taboo. His mother had him by the balls and
showed no sign of letting go. She had gotten into his mind and had him
now body and soul.
"Well, darling, since you insist ..." Sheila said sweetly, wrapping both
hands around the enormous length of her son's stiff prick. "I would like
to taste your cum again. I tasted it last night after I jacked you off.
It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than your
father's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat this
time, lover? Why don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry for
your cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"
Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.
Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch of
her panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt,
wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash, wanted to feel
the shaft of his prick rubbing against the tiny hot bud of her clitoris,
wanted to feel flashes of lightning in her belly.
She knew her time would come, her time of cunt-melting stimulation.
First she had to show her horny son that she would do anything in the
world to make him happy. First she had to seal their new and taboo
relationship by sucking his wad out of his balls.
She began pounding up and down on her son's arching erection with both
hands at once, making his big balls slap against her fists with each
wild downward stroke. She took as much of him into her mouth as she
could and worked her long loving tongue over the super-sensitive
cock-head.
She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more the
longer she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hard
young cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knew
that she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had ever
done for his father.
Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big mature
cock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent of
his cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and going
mad with passion.
"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I ... I ... I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna
squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his
balls exploded.
Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated
balls erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad
shot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot
into her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting
pleasure imaginable.
He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his
life, and his own mother had brought him to it!
Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into
her mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made
thick wet, gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried
in vain to swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her
with all his youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her
sucking throat. She felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up
against her tonsils as he shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of
his dark pubic hair pressing up against her soft face.
When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face
from his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping
from her wet lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips
against her son's, making him taste his own cum.
"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in
his glittering eyes.
"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I ... I don't
believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"
Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the
blow job.
"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of
his sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love
the other things I have in mind!"
Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto
the sun deck.
Chapter 9
"But, Mom..." Terry said haltingly as his lovely mother led him by the
shaft of his sperm-covered cock out into the slanting rays of the
morning sun. "We can't do this outside ... can we?"
"Certainly we can, Terry! We can do anything anywhere! You don't mind
fucking little Wendy on the beach, do you? I don't see why we can't fool
around on our own private sun deck!" Sheila said in mock amazement,
rubbing her thumb over the extremely sensitive head of her son's swollen
dick, making him jump with pleasure-pain.
"H ... how did you know? About me fucking Wendy on the beach I mean?"
Terry asked, staring into his mother's glittering eyes.
"I don't think I'll tell you, darling!" She giggled. "A woman should
keep some secrets from her lover ... even when her lover is also her
son!"
"But shit, Mom! I don't get it! You're so ... so ... wild! I mean ...
you're not like you were a couple of days ago!" Terry said.
"I suppose I have changed a bit, darling! Let's say that I've decided to
exercise my ... desires ... and it just happens that I desire you,
Terry! After all, darling, I'm getting old! I don't want to waste away
in a rocking chair or some terrible thing like that! My little pussy
would just shrivel up to nothing! I am thirty-six years old, you know"
Sheila said playing with Terry's cock.
"Old!?" Terry gasped. "You're not old! My God, Mom! You're beautiful!
You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" He was genuinely amazed
that she would consider herself old.
"Well, darling, I suppose I do have a few years left. Let's not waste a
minute of them! Would you like to look at my cunt?" she smiled wantonly.
"Look at your ... your ... your cunt?" Terry gasped.
"Of course, silly! I'll expect you to do more than look at it!" Sheila
said. "Why don't you take your pants and shoes off and lie down over
here on this chaise. You look silly walking around like that!"
She watched her son shuffling around the sun deck, his pants in a heap
around his ankles.
Terry struggled out of his shoes and pants and stood before his mother.
He felt more naked and helpless than he had ever felt in his life. He
felt as if he were on display. He felt the morning sunlight warming his
skin, making his prick-head tingle slightly.
He shivered when his luscious mother walked closer to him and lifted his
tank-top over his head.
He trembled from head to toe when she ran her warm silken hands over his
hard chest and stomach. The feeling of her hands on his naked flesh was
like nothing he had ever felt before. It was his own mother! He was
being turned on by the very woman who had held him in her womb! His
knees felt weak.
"Lie down, lover. Everything will be all right, darling boy! Just put
yourself in your mother's hands! I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have for
you!" Sheila said, motioning toward the chaise.
Terry managed to keep his knees from giving in until he had fallen on
the reclining chair. Sheila put a pillow behind his tousled head and
smiled down on him wickedly.
"So you'd like to see my pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself,
darling! A mother should never let a boy see her cunt!" Sheila teased,
watching the boy squirm. "But then boys will be boys! Look closely now,
darling!"
With that, Sheila raised the hem of her long pink dress all the way to
her tits, exposing herself obscenely for her horny son. She watched his
young blood-engorged cock stir when he beheld the barely concealed area
of her pussy. Her red lace panties were slightly damp at the crotch with
cunt-dew, her steamy love mound swelling soft and warm between her long
legs.
Holding her dress up with one hand, the hot-assed woman ran her other
hand down over her thigh, letting it slide down between her legs. She
clamped her warm hand over the mound of her cunt for a moment, watching
her son's reaction to her wicked display of her feminine charms.
She turned her back to her son and bent over slightly, showing him her
full womanly ass. She knew that he could see the tuft of her cunt-hair
between her legs where it peeked out at her crotch. Her horny mind was
filled with the wild things she and her son could do together.
She took off her dress and turned around again, facing her son, her
dress in her arms, her naked tits swelling with full feminine richness.
She was thrilled to see his glistening eyes widen as he drank in her
beauty.
"Do you like my titties, son?" she asked in a low and controlled voice.
"Jesus yeah!" Terry gasped.
Terry had never seen such great tits. They were even bigger than
Wendy's, bigger and more voluptuous, more perfect, warmer-looking,
softer. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and grab huge handfuls
of tit-flesh, couldn't resist the urge to squeeze and fondle the
beautiful breasts that had nourished him as a child, that would nourish
him now as a young man.
He swung his legs over the edge of the chaise and reached out for his
mother's tits.
"Down, darling, down. Don't get hasty," she smiled, pushing her son back
on the lounge with a hand on his forehead, a hand that he was powerless
to resist. "Let your mother run the show, darling. Just lie back and
relax a bit."
"What're you gonna do?" Terry asked in a hoarse voice, falling back
against the pillow, abandoning himself to his mother's sensual attack.
"I'm going to show you my cunt, lover! Wouldn't you like to see the
pussy you grew up in, little man?" she asked wantonly, spreading her
legs and rubbing herself lewdly.
"Oh Jesus, Mom! Jesus Christ!"
Sheila pushed her flimsy red lace panties down to her ankles and stepped
out of them, standing stark naked before her son. She put both hands
down between her statuesque legs and rested them in the furry nest of
her pussy-hair. She framed the mound of her warm cunt with her thumbs
and forefingers. She leaned backwards slightly and opened the area of
her most private place to her hot-cocked son's gaze.
"Let me spread my cunt open for you, son," she said with wet lips,
feeling wild beyond belief.
Her heart racing with excitement, Sheila reached between her legs and
pinched the raggedy lips of her naked twat, pulling them apart and
opening herself obscenely to her horny son's obvious delight. She heard
the sharp intake of his breath when she exposed the inner lips of her
musky pussy. Her hot clit tingled with uncontrollable lust. Her inner
sex seethed with passion, passion made wilder and wilder by the taboo of
her obscene display.
Still holding open the lips of her wet cunt, Sheila straddled her son on
the lounge, moving until her pussy was directly over his face. She knew
that he was staring wild-eyed at her gaping cunt. She tried to imagine
the mind-bending feelings her lusty display was inspiring in her son,
but they were beyond imagining.
"W-what do you want me to do, Mom?" Terry said, his voice higher than
usual, full of tension.
"I want you to suck my cunt! I want you to lick my twat! Do you hear,
darling? Your mother wants you to eat out her cunt! Lick my clit,
darling! Lick me and suck me until I can't stand it any more!"
Sheila crouched until the raggedy lips of her open pussy were touching
her son's lips. She felt the boy's nose pressing against her wet
sex-flesh, felt his warm moist breath against the gaping lips of her
cunt. She still held her juicy twat-lips apart with her fingers. Her
hand rubbed against her son's cheek. Cunt-honey ran from her open twat.
"Stick out your tongue, son! Stick out your tongue and put it in your
mother's cunt! I've dreamed of this for so long! Do it for me, darling!
Stick it deep inside me! Hurry! Hurry, lover! I can't wait another
second! You know what to do, darling! Suck me the way you suck Wendy!
Suck me hard! Lick me out!"
Terry obeyed his mother's lusty command, sticking out his tongue and
touching it gently to the inner lips of her dripping cunt. The scent of
her cunt-musk drove him wild inside. He tasted her intoxicating
pussy-dew and had to have more of her, had to taste more of the cunt
that had given him birth.
His arching erection jerked between his stretched-out legs, swelling
more and more by the minute. He stared at the turgid little bud of his
mother's clit and longed to put it between his teeth and bite it gently,
longed to feel his own mother's body reacting to his oral stimulation.
"Stick it in farther, darling! Stick it all the way in! Oh yes!
Yessssss! That's right! That's beautiful! It feels like a cock in me!
Move it around! Oh God! You do that so beautifully! More! More!" Sheila
let her stretched twat-lips close around her son's impaled tongue.
Terry felt his mother's tight pussy suddenly suck his tongue into it.
The tight wet muscles of her sucking pussy worked against his tongue. He
wondered how his cock would feel buried in his mother's hot wet
cunt-hole. His prick was aching for stimulation, aching to be thrust
into some tight wet place, aching to be buried between a woman's
luscious legs.
Would she let him put it there? Would his mother actually allow him to
plunge his bulging erection between her spread legs?
His mind swam with the possibilities of their incestuous romp. Terry was
only now beginning to cast off the fears and doubts that his mother's
sexual onslaught had cast over him. He was only now beginning to truly
appreciate the wildness of the situation and the sexual joys he could
derive from it.
"My God, Mom! Goddamn! Your cunt! My mother's cunt! I'm suckin' my
mother's cunt!"
"Yes! Yes, Terry! You're sucking your mother's twat! You're making me
itch and burn inside, darling! I love you, son! I love your tongue
between my legs! I love your lips on my fucking pussy! Suck my clit!
Yessssss! Oh Christ! Lick it! Suck it! Kiss it!"
Sheila moaned, grinding her musky twat against her handsome young son's
sucking face.
Terry wrapped his eager lips around the nub of his lust-driven mother's
tasty clit and began sucking on it with a passion. He licked the hot bud
of flesh at the same time, making his mother's legs shake with
excitement. He tugged at her blazing clit with his lips, letting the hot
flesh pull from his lips from time to time with a wet popping sound. He
felt her silken cunt-flesh moist and warm against his face as his mother
gyrated her pelvis against him.
Terry's tongue began darting all over the wet gash of Sheila's cunt,
flicking over her sensitive pussy. She was alive with sensation from
head to toe. Her tits were hard and pointed, tingling with excitement.
Her asscheeks quivered. Her legs shivered with tension and excitement.
She grabbed her tits and began squeezing them, rubbing her thumbs over
her tingling tit-peaks, making them harder and harder by the second,
making them burn and itch until she could stand it no longer.
Sheila loved the feeling of her son's tongue in her hot pussy, but she
needed something more. Sheila needed Terry's swollen prick between her
legs, needed to feel the hard shaft of it rubbing against her tingling
clitoris, needed to feel the animal heat of it warming her seething
cunt-hole. She had to have her son's cock inside her, and she had to
have it now!
The hot-assed woman stood up and raised herself off her son's sucking
face. She saw him raise his head, saw him crane his neck and stick out
his tongue in a desperate attempt to flick his tongue at least one last
time over the wet musky flesh of her cunt.
"Do you like licking my pussy, Terry?" she smiled, standing beside him
now, looking down on him lovingly, lust burning in her lovely eyes.
"Yeah! Jesus! This is too much, too fuckin' much! I ... I ... I never
tasted a cunt like yours, Mom!" Terry said. "Let me suck it some more,
Mom! Please, Mom! I gotta do it!"
He reached out for the furry nest of his mother's twat.
"I'm glad you like it, darling, but I have something more interesting in
mind! Why don't I let you stick your dick up my cunt, Terry? Why don't I
let you bury that big hard prick of yours right between my legs, Terry?
Does that excite you, darling? Would you like to fuck your mother? Would
you like to punch your nice stiff cock in and out of your mother's twat
until you unload your cream?"
Sheila's eyes were glittering, her cunt seething.
Sheila looked down at her son's cock and saw it jerk up, against his
belly when he heard her depraved suggestion. She bent down and took her
boy's dripping prick in her warm hand, squeezing it, stroking it until
the boy sat up in the chair, his body stiffening with pleasure. She
could feel the hard organ pulsating in her hand, jerking with lust.
"What ... what're you doin', Mom?" Terry gasped.
"I'm just stiffening your dick for you, Terry. I want it hard when it
goes in my cunt, darling. Are you ready?" Sheila smiled, her hand making
wet slurping sounds as it ran up and down over her son's cock.
"Oh shit! I'm ready, Mom!" the boy rasped, his nuts tight in their
wrinkled sac.
Sheila threw her legs over her son's naked body and crouched down over
his cock. She could almost feel the intense heat of his cock-head
against the lips of her twat as she poised her dripping pussy an inch or
two above his prick. Slowly, she lowered her juicy cunt toward the boy's
rock-hard cock, trying to hold her breath, trying to control her
excitement.
Sheila gasped when she felt the hard head of Terry's cock pressing
between the rosy lips of her twat. She felt the head of her son's prick
slipping between the juicy lips of her seething pussy, felt it moving
against her secret flesh as she sat on his belly.
She was filled with the most depraved feelings imaginable when she sat
on her son's erection. The horny mother looked down at her son's
handsome boyish face and gyrated her cunt against the swollen length of
his cock. She felt his hard body moving beneath her, writhing in ecstasy
as she stimulated his prick.
Terry closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the mind-bending
sensations his mother stimulated in his cock and halls. He thought his
nuts would blast their wad between her legs at any second, the tension
she inspired was so intense. He arched his back, forcing his rigid prick
into the wet folds of his mother's snatch. He heard her moaning softly
and looked up at her as she wriggled her full womanly ass against him.
The wicked smile on her wanton face made his heart skip a beat.
Sheila licked her wet lips when the bulging head of his rock-hard prick
pushed into her slippery cunt. Encouraged by the hungry look of
depravity and lust on his mother's face, Terry bucked his lean young ass
and rammed his burning cock into her sucking twat.
Sheila cried out when her son's hard shaft jabbed into her. She felt her
responsive cunt muscles tighten around her boy's impaling prick, felt
the elastic walls of her inner sex grasping the boy's hard cock, felt
the enormous length of his thick prick thrusting into her wet sex.
She began moving up and down on her sixteen-year-old son's
tightly-swollen organ, began working her twat against the
super-sensitive flesh of his rod. Her wet pussy responded to the
friction of her son's cock against her clit by twitching and tingling
with a life of its own. She felt her lusty twat sucking her son's dick
into her with a hot frenzy born of her insatiable hunger for young meat.
"Fuck me, Terry! Fuck the shit out of me, son! Make me come! Make your
mother flash, darling! I need you, lover! I've always needed you! Fuck
me! Hard, Terry! Harder! You won't hurt me! Fuck your mother! Oh God!
Pound it into me, son! Spread my cunt-lips! Fill my twat! You're making
me so hot, so hot and horny! I can't stand it any longer! Fill me up
with it! Come in me!"
Sheila bounced up and down on Terry's prick.
"What're you doin' to me, Mom! What're you doin'!?" Terry gasped,
bucking his hard ass against her.
"I'm giving you the fuck of your life, Terry! That's what I'm doing to
you! Don't you like it, darling? Don't you like your cock in your
mother's pussy?" she hissed.
"Christ yeah, I like it! But I'm gonna come! Don't you understand, Mom?
I'm really gonna shoot it into you!"
Terry was afraid to shoot his wad into his mother's cunt-hole.
"I want it! I want you to come in me! Don't you understand, lover? I
want you to fill me with sperm! I've had it in my mouth and now I want
it in my pussy! Now do it, Terry! Do it! Do you hear? Fill me with cum!
Shoot it! Oh God! I ... I ... I'm coming too! I can feel it, Terry!
Jesus! You're making me come! My own son is making me flash off!
Ohhhhhh! Argghhhhhh!"
Terry reached up and grabbed his mother's jiggling tits, squeezing them
hard, feeling her tit-peaks against his fingers. He could tell by the
sudden stiffening of her lovely naked body that his mother really was
flashing off in sexual ecstasy.
He watched her arch her back away from him, leaning backwards her cunt
tightened around his meat. He felt his balls tensing between his
striving legs, tensing for the mind-bending orgasm.
He kept bouncing up and down on the lounge chair, punching his hard cock
into his mother's cunt with wild abandon, stopping only when his balls
blew up and shot their wad into her.
Terry growled when his heavy load of semen squirted through the stiff
shaft of his cock. A sudden rush of embarrassment passed through him for
a second and was forgotten. He was actually shooting his wad into his
mother's cunt! It was almost too much to believe! His sudden sense of
shame was lost immediately in the wild rush of his ball-busting orgasm.
Sheila heard her son growling even in the maddening excitement of her
own orgasm and knew that the time had come for him too. She felt his
dick stiffening inside her until it was as rigid as an iron post. She
felt him arch his back and raise both of them off the chair.
She felt a sudden explosion inside her, an explosion of squirting semen.
Her cunt gushed, ran with rivers of twat juice. Her entire body seemed
to run with rivers of sensation, a flood that was soon fed by the
endless stream of fluid that her son pumped into her.
Sheila thought her son's seed would never stop spraying hard and hot
against the sensitive inner walls of her sucking cunt. She felt her cunt
being stretched by the bulging head of his thick prick, felt his heavy
meat-stick jerking inside her tight wet pussy as he unloaded his cock
juice into her.
She thought she could feel his enormous load of semen streaming out of
her cunt and dribbling down her legs. She had never felt so fulfilled
before, had never felt so close to anyone before. It was as if she had
longed all her life for a union with her son.
The two horny fuckers remained in the same position on the lounge chair
for several seconds after the boy's cock had stopped squirting and the
woman's cunt had stopped flashing. Their bodies felt relaxed and quiet
for the first time since their encounter began.
At length, Sheila bent down and pressed her son's lips with hers. She
looked into his eyes and saw that he was not ashamed of the wild things
they had done. Sheila could see too that he was not averse to more of
the same. Her cunt stirred at the thought of the wild fucking she and
her son could do now that their new relationship had been cemented.
The hot-assed woman stood up and felt the boy's still-hard prick pull
from her tight wet cunt with an audible slurp. She fell to her knees and
licked the juice-covered shaft of his cock from head to root. She felt
his body shiver when she laved the super-sensitive underside of his
prick.
"Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" Sheila smiled, her lips damp with the
boy's thick rich sperm.
Terry shook his head affirmatively and flashed his boyish grin at her.
"I think we can have wonderful fun together, darling. Don't you agree?"
Sheila smiled.
"We sure can!" Terry replied, reaching between his legs and grasping his
sperm-covered prick, pointing it toward his mother.
Sheila bent toward her son's offered cock and plunged down on it,
sucking the head of it for a few seconds.
"Would you like to lick my pussy now, darling?" Sheila asked before
resuming her cocksucking.
"I sure would, Mom! Sounds great! I could eat you out all day!"
Sheila straddled her son's face again and let him lap at the
sperm-covered lips of her cunt.
"I have a terribly wicked idea, darling," she offered. "Are you willing
to do anything for me, lover? Anything in the world?"
Sheila knew perfectly well that she didn't have to ask.
Chapter 10
Terry's heart skipped a beat when he took Wendy's hand and helped her
out of his car. She was looking her luscious best in the clear
moonlight, her blonde hair catching the silver glow, her white dress
sparkling, her perfect lips shimmering wet and lusty. She breathed
slowly, deeply, her big tits rising and falling beneath her smooth
dress, catching Terry's attention and holding it even though his mind
was in turmoil.
Until yesterday Wendy's big smooth tits had been the most beautiful he
had ever laid his eyes or his hands on. But now that he had felt his
mother's magnificent pair of tits, no other set of mammaries could ever
fully satisfy him. He wondered how Wendy would react if she found out
about his recent affair with his mother, and his wondering was more than
merely an exercise in imagination. Wendy would find out all about it,
Terry knew, and she would find out soon.
As he led Wendy up the steps and into the beach house, Terry was filled
with doubt about the crazy thing he was about to do at his mother's
suggestion. It was bad enough to have sex with his own mother, but now
his mother wanted something more. She wanted his girl friend too, wanted
to explore the secret world of lesbianism with the little vixen whose
wild romps she had observed on the beach.
Terry still hadn't been told about Sheila's spying with the binoculars,
but he knew that his mother had observed something on the beach, her
knowledge of his activities with Wendy was so complete. He also knew
that she had seen enough of Wendy to want to screw around with her.
Terry still felt nervous about asking his luscious girl friend to give
herself so completely to his mother. As far as he knew, Wendy had never
tried sex with another girl, let alone with the mother of one of her
favorite fuckers.
Wendy had told him about several far-out things she had tried, but
lesbianism hadn't been one of them. And yet there had been something
strange about the way she had been turned on so wildly by his mother's
dildo and by the fact that he was fucking her in his mother's bed.
Confused enough by his mother's wild plan, Terry tried to put thoughts
of his girl friend's past out of his mind.
As he led Wendy up to his mother's bedroom, he wondered what would
happen when he popped the question. It wasn't enough that Terry's horny
mother wanted to lure Wendy into her bed. She wanted to lure Terry into
her bed at the same time, wanted to share a fuck with her son and her
son's girl friend.
Terry had hated to admit it at first, but the idea was pretty exciting
after all. He couldn't imagine anything as taboo as the romp his mother
had dreamed up. He remembered how shocked he had been when she had
brought up her dirty little plan. He hadn't had the strength to resist
her suggestion.
She had popped the question just when his will had been the weakest. He
had been screwing her in the ass, ramming his cock in and out of her
tight asshole with a wild frenzy. She had whispered her plan to him just
when he had been ready to shoot a hot wad of sperm into her ass.
He had expressed his refusal to do such a nasty thing with Wendy, and
his mother had pulled off him, refusing to let him come until he had
promised to help her with her depraved plan.
He had agreed reluctantly, and he was already regretting it. He knew,
however, that he would never be able to resist his mother's wildly
stimulating suggestions, no matter how taboo, no matter how depraved.
"Terry, darling, may I ask what we're doing up here?" Wendy smiled,
sitting on the edge of Sheila's soft blue bed.
"Do you have to ask?" Terry replied, flashing a wicked grin, reaching
down between his legs and rubbing his well-filled crotch obscenely.
"I hope your mother's at one of her late late movies!" She giggled. "I'd
hate to have her retire early and find the bed occupied!"
"Uh ... yeah ... well ... she's, uh, she's out," Terry choked, hating to
lie to the girl he loved.
"Terry, what on earth is wrong with you tonight? You're as nervous as a
kitten. You haven't said two words to me since you picked me up!"
"It ... uh, it's nothin' ... really, Wendy! I'm just ... well, I'm just
horny. That's all, baby ... just horny as hell," Terry said weakly.
"Horny? You never act this way when you're just horny, Terry. Usually
you have my pants off and your cock out long before now when you're that
horny!"
"Shut up and spread your legs, baby!" Terry growled playfully, trying
desperately to forget that his mother was hiding in the closet and
peeping out through a crack in the door.
"That's more like it, stud. That's the Terry I know and love!" Wendy
laughed, falling on her back on the bed and throwing her legs apart.
Terry stared between the girl's wide-spread legs and hardened up
immediately. She was wearing black panties beneath her full white dress,
a wispy garment that barely covered her fuzzy blonde twat.
Wendy reached down and raised her frilly dress until it was gathered
around her bosom, presenting her cunt for her lover's inspection. Terry
knew that his mother could see her lewd display. He wondered how his
mother was dressed, if she was dressed at all. He wondered if she liked
the obscene view she had of Wendy's pussy.
Sheila's eyes were wide-open, and so was her cunt. She was wearing only
a wispy negligee of the lightest possible material. Her tits peaked the
front of her garment, the hard nipples pointed and tingling with
uncontrollable excitement. She had been playing with her pussy long
before her son and Wendy had entered her little trap.
She held the lips of her pussy open now and rubbed her knuckle lightly
against her wet clit. Things were working out well, she thought, and her
little plan showed signs of being even more promising than she had
imagined.
Sheila hadn't really expected Wendy to fall into bed and open her legs
all that quickly. She thrilled to the power with which her son
stimulated Wendy's libido. Terry seemed to be following her instructions
well enough, being careful not to obstruct her view of the lusty
activities in her own bed.
Her twat steamed when she saw her son unbuckle his pants and pull off
his shirt. Her twat steamed even more when she saw Wendy jump up eagerly
and fall to her knees on the floor before the boy. She rubbed her clit
harder when she saw the beautiful blonde unzip her son's pants and haul
out his lust-hardened cock.
Terry turned in profile to his mother, letting her feast her horny eyes
on the blow job his chick was about to perform for him. He sucked in his
breath when hot Wendy wrapped her lips around his prick. He trembled
with lust when she ran her silken hands up and down his thighs, pushing
his pants down around his ankles. He felt pre-cum oozing out of his
prick-head as the luscious chick sucked the head of his prick.
Doing it so openly while his mother watched drove Terry wild inside. He
felt as if he were on display, felt as if everything he did with this
free-fucking girl had to be even more obscenely stimulating than when
they did it privately. He had to satisfy his mother's strange cravings,
had to show her that he was worthy of the lust she inspired in him.
"You're doin' that real nice, Wendy! Suck that cock, baby! Suck the shit
out of it! Around the head! The head, baby! That's it! Lick underneath
it! Take that fucker! Take it deep! Right on! Deeper! Suck it right down
into that throat of yours, baby! Suck it and lick it at the same time!
Oh shit! You really do that great! What a mouth! You like the taste of
my cock, Wendy? You like suckin' me off?"
Wendy's face was too tightly filled with hot jerking cock to answer.
Instead she bobbed her head up and down, taking her lover's prick inside
her throat until it banged hard against her tonsils.
"Yeah, baby! You like it! I know you like it! You make my fuckin' balls
feel great, baby! Damn! My nuts are hot! Jesus Christ! Keep suckin'!
Suck! Take that hard-on, Wendy! Show me how you love it!"
Terry began to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet, forcing
more and more of his lust-engorged prick into Wendy's mouth while his
mother watched and played with her wet cunt.
Sheila worked her fingers against her open gash with a wild frenzy as
she watched her son getting blown expertly by the horny blonde. She had
never done anything so nasty in her life. There was nothing to compare
with the wicked feelings that surged through her naked body as she
indulged in her perverse desire to observe her son's sexual activities.
She could hardly imagine how she would feel when she sprung her trap on
Wendy at the height of their hot-fucking activities.
"Grab my nuts, Wendy! Grab them balls! Yeah! Oh yeah! Squeeze 'em,
Wendy! Squeeze those nuts! Oh shit! Shit, that's great! I love havin'
your hands on my balls! You don't know how great that feels! Rub 'em!
That's right, baby! Rub my nuts with the palm of your hand! Yeah! Yeah!"
Terry bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, banging his cock
against the roof of the eager girl's pretty mouth.
Sheila watched as Wendy ran her hand all over her son's balls, reaching
up between his legs as far as she could and rubbing his exposed muscular
ass from time to time, spreading open the cheeks of his ass with her
fingers and rubbing his ass-crack with her thumbnail.
Sheila stared attentively, amazed at the expertise with which the
sixteen-year-old girl stimulated her lover. She longed now to feel
Wendy's hands herself, to see if they were as soft and warm and loving
as Terry apparently found them to be as they roved over his body. She
longed to see the luscious blonde naked.
Terry sensed his mother's growing excitement and her desire to see Wendy
disrobed. The boy stopped face-fucking the girl and pulled out of her
sucking mouth, watching his long prick jerk up against his naked belly.
He grinned down at Wendy and asked her to stand up. Her eyes glittered
with unconcealed lust.
"My God, Terry! You really are hot! I love you like this, darling! Have
you been taking something?" Wendy asked slyly.
"Shit no, baby! You're all I need to turn me on! Let me get this dress
off! Gotta have you naked!"
Terry unfastened her garment and helped her out of it.
When the light-skinned beauty stood nearly naked before her, Sheila
almost cried out loud with excitement. Wendy's skin glowed a healthy
pink, lightly tanned but not harshly bronzed. She seemed to be one
perfectly tuned instrument of pleasure. Her body flowed with soft curves
from head to toe. Her swelling soft-looking tits were a sight to behold,
their tips hardened with lust, outthrust and tempting. Her downy soft
pussy rested between her legs, quiet in appearance but seething with
excitement. Her thighs were warm and firm-looking, glowing with youthful
radiance, longing to be stroked. Sheila longed to stroke them.
"Want me to lick your twat, Wendy baby?" Terry asked with a dirty grin,
grabbing one of the girl's offered tits and lifting it gently.
"That's a silly question, lover! Of course I want you to lick it! I want
all kinds of things! I want you to suck me hard and bury that long wet
tongue of yours right up my cunt!"
Wendy lifted her other breast and offered it to her lover.
Terry took Wendy's other tit in his strong young hand and held both of
them. He bent toward the blonde's naked tits and began kissing them,
kissing them all over, pressing his eager lips against the firm peaks,
making them tingle inside.
Sheila felt as if her son were sucking her tits too. She grabbed her own
bulging tits and squeezed them lightly, imagining her son's hot hands on
her tits. She opened the front of her garment and let her beautiful
breasts flow out.
Terry's lips and tongue roved over Wendy's shivering body freely. His
kisses trailed down between her bulging tits and over her belly. He
kissed her lightly, moving ever downward toward her naked twat. When his
lips touched the downy fuzz of her sweet young pussy, Terry looked up
and asked her if she wanted to lie down.
She moved backwards and fell once again onto the soft blue bed,
wriggling her naked body against the fragrant silk sheets.
Sheila watched hungrily as her son kicked off his shoes and pants and
fell between Wendy's wide-spread legs. He grabbed her legs and pushed
them apart, moving her silken body to assure his mother an unobstructed
view of her twat.
Terry sneaked two fingers beneath the dampening crotch of Wendy's
panties and pulled the material aside, exposing the light golden tuft of
soft hair between her delicate pink legs.
Sheila stared at Wendy's cunt-lips and diddled herself with
ever-increasing urgency as her son exposed more and more of his girl
friend's pussy.
It wasn't long before Terry was slipping Wendy's panties down over her
thighs and down her long lovely legs. He held the flimsy black garment
in his hand and crushed it against his face, turning so that Sheila
could watch him inhale Wendy's lingering love-musk.
Wendy was writhing with lust now, her legs flailing, her pussy quivering
with excitement, her steaming pussy running with delicious cunt-honey.
He had to taste the honey-pot he had uncovered, had to bury his face
between the horny chick's spread legs, had to lap at her gash, had to
stick his tongue deep inside her seething cunt.
Sheila watched as her son fell to his knees at the edge of the bed and
pushed his handsome young face against the wide-open gash of the girl's
creamy pussy. The hot-assed mother's fingers flew fast and furiously
over her clit as she eagerly watched her son's maddening display. She
watched his tongue flick out and run over the girl's steaming clitoris,
watched it and wished that his tongue was working between her own naked
legs.
"Oh Terry! Terry! I love it, Terry! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Stick your
tongue up my pussy! Harder! Fuck me with your tongue, dear! Fuck me!"
Wendy moaned, lust raging like a fire inside her.
"I'm gonna fuck you all right, baby, but it's not gonna be with my
tongue!" Terry rasped, his dick aching. "You're gonna get more than a
tongue up your cunt, baby! How 'bout it, Wendy? You ready for my cock?
You hot for cock, Wendy? You ready for this fuckin' thing?"
Sheila watched her son stand up and turn in profile to her, shaking his
hard cock. She watched as sexy Wendy sat up and grabbed the offered
shaft of her lover's prick, pulling him toward her.
"Give it to me, Terry! Give me your prick! Stick it in me! I'm hot for
it all right, Terry! I need it up my belly! Here, I'll help you! Right
here! Right here between my cunt-lips, darling! Stick it in! Oh God! Oh
Terry! Fuck me!"
Wendy pressed her lover's dripping prick against the pouting wet lips of
her cunt.
Sheila's cunt tightened around her hand when she buried it inside
herself. She twisted her clenched fist inside her seething pussy and
imagined that Terry was fucking the shit out of her, jabbing his hard-on
in and out of her with a maddening passion. She wondered how much longer
she could control the lusts that made her want to burst out of the
closet and confront the free-fucking young girl with her lascivious
plan.
The hot-assed mother watched her son buck his hard young ass and ram his
prick deep into Wendy's cunt-hole. The pretty girl cried out loud when
she felt Terry's hot cock jab inside her, mewled with pleasure when she
felt his blood-engorged cockflesh stretching her insides.
Sheila's bed bounced wildly as the two young lovers went at it. The
sounds of fucking filled the air, wet slurping sounds between the girl's
legs, soft moans of passion, deep guttural grunts from Terry's striving
chest.
Sheila hoped her own soft cries of lust were inaudible, but her concern
with keeping her presence a secret was fast disappearing.
Sheila had never engaged in sex with another girl, but it was too late
now to back out. She had spent half the day wondering how Wendy would
react to her suggestion. At the moment, however, the only thing that
mattered to her was her burning need to join her son and his girl friend
in their pussy-moistening activities.
In the past few days, Sheila had broken all the rules of sexual conduct
and had plunged headlong into the whirlpool of her lusts. There was
nothing to stop her from committing the ultimate act of depravity now,
nothing to stop her from jumping from her hiding place and joining them
in their wild fuck.
Slowly, quietly, Sheila pushed open the door of her closet and stood by
the foot of the bed, her fingers between her legs.
Wendy was too busy riding the wild sensations to notice Sheila standing
there.
Terry did notice her, however, and his heart raced with fear and
excitement.
"You like fuckin' on my mother's bed, Wendy? You like gettin' it right
here where my mother sleeps?" he rasped. "You like the smell of her
perfume on the sheets, baby?"
"Oh yes! Yessssssss!" Wendy hissed, her legs wrapped tightly around
Terry's waist as he fucked her hard and fast.
"You kinda liked gettin' it with my mother's dildo, didn't you? You know
that thing's been up my mother's cunt? Huh?"
"Yessssss! It's been up your mother's cunt! I know where it's been,
Terry!" Wendy cried.
"Does that turn you on, Wendy, bein' fucked with a dildo that's been
stuck up my mom's cunt?" Terry asked with a wicked grin, spurred on by
his mother's presence beside him.
"Oh yes! Yes! Everything turns me on, Terry! You know that!"
"Have you ever made it with a chick?" Terry asked, falling over Wendy's
naked silken body, breathing heavily against the side of her face.
"W ... with ... with a girl? Well ... uhhuh ... once or twice..."
"How come you never told me about it, baby?" Terry asked, kissing her
wet lips, his cock still impaled between her legs.
"Told you about it? Well ... the subject never came up, Terry!" Wendy
said. "You know I don't keep secrets from you, Terry ... at least not
very many!" Wendy giggled girlishly.
"Bet it happened at that girls' school you're goin' to, didn't it?"
Terry asked.
"I'd rather not talk about it right now, darling. All I want right now
is a good fucking, Terry! Now will you please start moving your cock in
my pussy?"
Wendy worked the walls of her cunt against her lover's prick.
"You do like pussy, don't you?" Terry insisted. "I mean ... uh ... women
don't turn you off or anything?"
"No, silly, women don't turn me off. I think fucking and sucking is
beautiful no matter how you go about it, Terry. Of course I haven't done
it with girls very much..." she said. "Now will you please fuck the shit
out of me? What's gotten into you, Terry! One minute you're fucking me
and the next minute you're doing a sex survey!"
"He has a very good reason for asking, Wendy," Sheila whispered.
Wendy screamed when she looked up and saw Terry's mother standing by the
side of the bed, watching her writhe in ecstasy against the shaft of
Terry's cock.
Wendy sat up and wrapped her arms around Terry's strong shoulders,
shivering and sobbing in her shock and embarrassment.
Terry held her close and tried to explain what was happening while
Sheila sat on the bed and stroked Wendy's naked back.
After the first few minutes of intense confusion and embarrassment, all
three horny libertines found it easier to ease into the lusty experiment
Sheila had devised.
"Are you all right now?" Sheila asked at length, still letting her warm
hands rove over Wendy's silken body.
"I suppose I am ... but ... this is so ... so strange..."
"Of course it is, darling! But isn't it also exciting?" Sheila breathed.
"I ... I guess it is..." Wendy said softly, beginning to respond to the
soft hands that played over her naked back. "And you say you and Terry
have been ... fucking?"
"Yes, Wendy, and it's been wonderful! Hasn't it, Terry?" Sheila said
encouragingly.
"It's been pretty fuckin' wild all right! I was scared shitless at
first. I guess I kinda felt like you do right now, Wendy. But Mom made
it easy for me. She's somethin' else all right. And I've been fuckin'
her ever since!"
"You know, Wendy, it's the taboo things that are the most fun. But I
suppose you understand that. You seem to be pretty free in your
pleasure-seeking activities." Sheila smiled. "Don't you think the three
of us could have some fun?"
"The ... the three of us," Wendy said weakly. "You mean..."
"Yes, of course, darling! The three of us! You love my son, don't you? I
feel strongly attracted to you at the moment, Wendy. Terry and I have
wonderful fun fucking and sucking each other. So why can't the three of
us try something?"
Sheila's hand dipped between the crack of Wendy's asscheeks.
"Well ... I don't know..." Wendy hesitated. "It does sound like ... like
fun."
"Sure, Wendy! Now you're gettin' it! The three of us fuckin' up a storm!
How 'bout it?" Terry said excitedly, his cock jerking between his legs.
"Will anybody find out about us?" Wendy whispered.
"Certainly not! This has to remain our own little secret, Wendy!" Sheila
assured the hesitant girl.
"H ... have you ... have you done this with lots of girls?" Wendy asked,
her lovely blue eyes glittering with lust.
"This is the first time, Wendy. I really haven't had any experience in
this sort of thing. In fact, darling, I was hoping that you could teach
me a few things!" Sheila giggled.
Sheila's pussy steamed between her legs as she tried to imagine the joys
of making it with a girl. Wendy's glowing pink skin felt incredibly soft
beneath her exploring fingers. She dared to run her hand all the way
beneath Wendy's ass and touch the underside of her blonde-tufted cunt.
She felt Wendy's body shudder when her long fingers touched the
sensitive flesh of her wet pussy.
"Do you like that, darling?" Sheila asked, still moving her fingers
against Wendy's responding twat.
"It's nice, Sheila, very nice..." Wendy said. "But are you sure it's all
right?"
"Let it all hang down!" Terry said excitedly. "What have we got to hide
from each other? Let's all ball!"
"Would you like to watch, Terry? Would you like to watch Wendy and I
make love?" Sheila asked her horny son.
"Crap yeah! Is it all right with you, Wendy?" he asked.
"I think it's quite all right with Wendy," Sheila breathed softly,
feeling the girl's body responding to her insistent caresses.
Wendy fell against Sheila's mature luscious body. In no time at all the
sixteen-year-old vixen and the thirty-six-year-old mother were writhing
together in the mind-bending heat of lesbian lust. Their hands were
everywhere.
Sheila felt Wendy's hands stroking her tits, roving over her creamy
thighs, running up and down her lithe legs, playing over her silken
belly, touching her naked shoulders, and finally exploring the seething
nest of her pussy.
Sheila had expected cunt-moistening sensations, but nothing as exciting
as the sensations that surged through her now. Sheila had to lie back on
the bed and let Wendy do with her what she wished. The young girl knew
more about girl-girl sex than Sheila did, and Sheila decided to let her
take the lead in their lesbian lovemaking.
"Oh God, it's beautiful! I ... I don't believe it! I didn't know ..."
Sheila cried softly as her cunt seemed to melt between her legs. "I
didn't know it would be so wonderful!"
"Yes! It's delicious! You're really turning me on, Sheila! Let me suck
your pussy! Let me lick you there!" Wendy hissed, falling between the
older woman's spread legs and pressing her face against her wet twat.
Sheila cried out in ecstasy when Wendy sucked her hard little clit into
her mouth, making little circles around it with her tongue.
"Are you watching, Terry? Are you watching your little girl friend
eating my pussy?" Sheila asked.
"Your mother's cunt is delicious, Terry! It just runs with pussy juice!
No wonder you like making it with her!" Wendy giggled between Sheila's
spread legs.
Terry was going bananas as he watched his mother and his girl friend
make it only a few inches away from him. He was on his knees beside them
on the bed, his hard cock jutting up against his muscular belly,
dripping with pre-cum and ready to be used on both hot-assed women. His
eyes wide, he grabbed his rock-hard erection and began slowly jerking
himself off.
"Let me lick you now, darling!" Sheila cried, slithering between Wendy's
legs.
"Let's both do it at the same time, Sheila!" Wendy cried breathlessly,
taking a sixty-nine position between Sheila's long lithe legs. "Oh
Christ! Your cunt is delicious! Delicious!"
The two horny females lapped and sucked at each other's sopping wet
cunts in a hot frenzy while Terry strained at the bit, dying to join
them, dying to fuck both of them and have his dick sucked by his mother
and his girl friend. He thought his balls would explode in another
second or two, his lust was so powerful. He had to join them, had to
share the wild joys of sex with the two women he loved and wanted
desperately.
His balls aching for release, Terry fell toward the two writhing women
and forced his hand between his mother's flailing legs, pressing his
fingers against the wet lips of her spread gash. He felt Wendy's tongue
slithering in between the lips of his mother's musky cunt. She began
licking his fingers too as they played between his mother's legs.
"Oh shit, you two, I gotta get in on this! I gotta get me some!" Terry
rasped.
"Well, Wendy, should we let my son join us?" Sheila smiled, feeling his
hand on her seething cunt.
Sheila wanted to please her son more than anything else in the world,
but she suddenly had the urge to tease him a bit.
"Do we really need Terry, Wendy? I think we're doing quite nicely
without him. He's awfully rough, like all men!"
"I don't know, Sheila ... I could use a nice hard cock up my twat..."
Wendy said playfully.
"I have a dildo, Wendy! Why have a man when you can have a dildo? It's
much stiffer than this thing!" Sheila giggled, sitting up and reaching
out to feel her son's dripping hard-on.
"But Terry's cock is a lot longer and thicker!" Wendy said merrily. "And
if you don't think it's stiff enough I know just what we can do to make
it that way!"
"Perhaps you're right, Wendy dear! Should we lick it for him a little?"
"Both of us!?" Wendy said in feigned shock. "His mother and his lover?!
That's awfully dirty, Sheila!"
"The dirtier the better, my dear!" Sheila replied, licking her lips
obscenely.
The two horny women fell to their knees on the bouncing bed while Terry
stood up, trying desperately to keep his balance while they worked on
his cock. He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the wild
sensations that ripped through his balls as the two loving tongues ran
all over his slickened shaft.
Sheila tasted the saltiness of her son's pre-cum on the rock-hard shaft
of his prick. As she licked her son's jutting cock, her tongue came in
contact with Wendy's tongue. The two women slipped their tongues into
each other's mouths occasionally while they worked the boy over.
Sheila sucked on one side of her boy's cock-head while Wendy sucked on
the other. Sheila flicked her tongue over the eye-slit of her son's
bulging cock-head while Wendy licked the super-sensitive flange. Between
the two of them they drove Terry mad with excitement.
"I'm gonna shoot it if you're not careful!" Terry gasped, feeling his
hot balls tensing unbearably in their tight sac.
"Should we let him, Wendy?" Sheila asked playfully.
"We need his cock hard don't we?" Wendy smiled in reply, her lips
glistening with pre-seminal fluid and saliva.
"It won't get soft, Wendy. We know that, don't we?" Sheila smiled.
"I suppose you're right, Sheila," Wendy smiled. "Maybe we can afford to
let our lover shoot a wad. I just love the taste of his sperm!"
"It'll never get soft with you two around!" Terry assured the two horny
cocksuckers.
In a flash the two women were bent down on his cock, sucking and licking
at it with a passion, their hands squeezing his heavy balls, their
tongues flicking all over his most sensitive places. Sheila could tell
that her son's orgasm was only a second away when she felt his prick
snap up against his lean young stomach.
"Are you coming, darling?" she hissed. "Are you going to shoot sperm
into your mother's face again?"
"Come, Terry! Come hard and fast! I want to suck your seed into my
mouth!" Wendy cried, grabbing the shaft of her lover's prick and beating
him up and down until she saw his cream shooting from the head of his
cock.
"Oh God! I'm comin'! Here it comes! Get it! Get it! Suck it! Lick it all
up! Suck me, Mom! Suck me, Wendy!"
Sheila caught the first few shots of his sperm and drank them down
greedily, letting Wendy lick the sperm that dribbled down the hard shaft
of his organ. Her pussy tingled and twitched between her shivering legs.
"Are you as hot as I am, Wendy?" Sheila cried.
"I'm on fire!" Wendy replied.
"His cock is still nice and hard!" Sheila said hungrily, licking her
sperm-covered lips. "Come and fuck us! Fuck us both! Don't ever stop!"
she cried, falling on her back.
Terry looked down at the two lusty women who lay side by side on the
bed, their legs spread invitingly, their cunts wet with dew.
"Damn right I'm gonna fuck you! I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't stand
up!" Terry pointed his dripping cock down toward them. "I'm gonna give
you two the fucking of your lives!"
Sheila knew he would.
The End
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