She heard him groan, but at least he didn’t try to shove her hand away. Gazing at the screen, Susan squeezed her son’s cock, feeling it throb so hotly in her hand. She ran her thumb over the smooth, swollen head, finding his piss hole wet. She smeared the juices about the head of his cock, then began to move her fist up and down. She heard her son pant, felt his body shaking, but he sat there and let her jerk at his prick.
Susan found her cunt on fire again as she pressed her palm to the seam of her jeans. She glanced at her son’s lap, watching his jacket move up and down, this time by her hand on his cock. Steve’s cock was so hard, so hot, that she wanted to pound fast and hard, make him spew his come juice, squirt it out of his balls. Now she refrained from beating him fast, moving her fist up and down slowly, but with a tight grip.
She listened to his breathing increase again, and she slowed her movement, relaxing her grip, but holding his cock loosely. When his breathing calmed down, she began to stroke his cock again.
Steve scooted his ass forward, lifting his knees and bracing them on the back of the seat in front of him. Susan could jack his cock better now, and she felt, her, son had shifted his position to help her out. Delighted with his response, she squeezed his cock, making him moan softly. She turned loose of his cock and felt about his fly, then slipped her fingers into it, feeling his hot balls. She worked her hand into his pants through the fly, and with his cock throbbing along her arm, she fondled his balls. When she squeezed and twisted them gently, Steve groaned loudly.
“Shhhhh,” she whispered with her lips near his ear.
Steve glanced at his mother. Susan flashed a grin at him in the darkness, her white teeth showing. She pulled her hand out of his pants and closed her fingers about his cock again, stroking up and down. Steve trembled.
“Nice, Steve,” she whispered softly, pounding his cock faster. “Very nice, honey.”
Steve began to breathe faster, unable to slow wiggling his hips as his mother jerked his cock.
Susan found his cock dripping copiously, the juices making his cockshaft very slippery in her hand. Now that she knew her son would accept what she was doing to him, she felt better. She allowed her passion to grow more than before. She pressed her hand hard at her crotch, rubbing up and down. Then she pulled her hand away and searched for her son’s. Finding it, she pulled his hand to her lap and under her sweater. She heard her son gulp as she placed his palm between her legs, his hand tight against her crotch.
“Rub me,” she whispered, and this time she ran the tip of her wet tongue against his earlobe. “Rub me, baby.”
Overwhelmed because his mother had hold of his cock and had put his hand on her cunt, Steve began to rub, feeling the wet heat of his mother’s cunt through her jeans. Susan pumped his cock, then pulled the zipper of her jeans down. Lifting her son’s hand, she pushed his fingers as deep into her tight pants as she could. His fingers could not reach deep enough to feel her cunt. She pulled his hand out of her jeans and cupped it back at her crotch, her legs open for him. She began to pump his cock faster, pressing at the back of his hand between her thighs.
She writhed gently, feeling her cunt ripple.
Her fist flew up and down her son’s cock, his jacket jerking. Steve was moaning. Susan knew he was close to coming, and she pounded at his throbbing cock eagerly.
With a grunt, almost doubling up, Steve came.
The juices flew out of his piss hole against the concealing jacket, and Susan jerked eagerly, feeling his hot come juice coat her fist. She pumped and pulled, feeling his cock spurt time and again. She was amazed at how much he came, and she wished she could watch it.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned softly, her pussy coming suddenly.
She pushed her son’s hand as hard as she could against her cunt, coming hard this time, not in that mild way earlier.
Steve, his cock spraying, pushed his palm hard at his mother’s pussy.
As soon as it was over, Susan lifted his hand from her thighs and then placed his cock back into his pants. When she pulled her hand from under his jacket, it was smeared with his come juice. She tugged her zipper up. She brought her hand close to her face, breathing deeply, the arousing scent of her son’s come juice exciting again. With a quick glance at her son, she moved her hand to her lips and began to lick his come juice from it.
She knew her son was probably blushing in the darkness now that she had taken the edge off his passion, but she wasn’t bashful. Susan had never been bashful when it came to sex. She didn’t mind if her son watched her lick his come juice from her hand, thinking it might give him some very nice ideas.
She sat quietly through the rest of the film, wondering what her son was thinking about. She glanced at him often, but he kept his eyes on the screen. She hoped he was ashamed, or felt guilty about it. She didn’t want him to react that way. She lowered her eyes to his lap again. His jacket was still draped over it, and she found herself wishing he had another hard-on right now.
Judy had finished her popcorn, but she was still absorbed in the film. Her short skirt was higher on her slender thighs, lifted by her shifting positions.
And then Susan saw that he and niece were holding hands. She smiled, thinking of possibilities… things she had not thought about before. She saw her son, his cock hard, moving into her niece’s cunt, then into her own cunt… and into her mouth and up her ass and…
The film ended.
The lights came on.
Susan had to remain sitting as the other filmgoers left. Steve and Judy waited, too, but her son seemed to have difficulty looking at her now. Steve had removed his jacket from his lap, and Susan could see the wetness on the fly of his pants. She thought how pleasant it would but if she could lick at his wet fly, taste his come juice on it, right there in the theater.
With a shrug, she stood up and moved into the aisle behind her son and niece. They were still holding hands, and she followed them from the theater, her gaze moving from her son’s ass to the compact sway of Judy’s hips.
CHAPTER TWO
Susan didn’t understand why she had jerked her son off in the darkened movie theater. But she knew she wanted to hold his cock again.
She wanted to play with it, stroke it, run her palm up and clown it, squeeze it… kiss it.
Oh, yes, kiss it!
To feel his cock against her lips, brushing back and forth, to feel that smooth cock head on her mouth. She shivered as she toweled her naked body, thinking about it. To simply put the tip of her tongue against the smooth head of his cock, to perhaps run her tongue over his piss hole, that slit which had become so juicy… Susan’s nipples became stiff. She stood and looked at them in the mirror.
Thumbing her nipples, she made a soft purring sound as they became harder under her stimulation. She then became aware of the throbbing wetness between her thighs. Sliding her fingers through the thick patch of her silky cunt hair, she probed tenderly at her clit. Her eyes closed dreamily as she rubbed along the slit of her cunt.
“That’s enough, Susan,” she whispered to reflection. “You’re only making yourself frustrated.”
Walking from her bathroom, she stood at the foot of her bed, pulling her short gown over her head. She never wore anything other than a short gauzy gown to bed, and often not even that.
Swan was a tall woman, slender in shape, but with lovely, rounded tits that jutted in tantalizing boldness from her chest. She had shoulderlength brown hair, brown eyes, and a full, moist mouth. She was pleased with her body, her figure. She was perfectly taped for the designer jeans and sensual dresses she wore. Her hips were rounded and she had long legs. Her ass was shapely and tight, teasing the eye with a slight, natural sway of her hips.
She was a single parent and she loved it.
Living with Steve, the two of them alone, seemed to give her more satisfaction than being married. She didn’t really miss having a man around. She felt self-reliant, capable enough. Steve was no trouble. He had always been an outgoing teen, exubera
nt and close to her. Kissing and hugging had come naturally to them, and still was. Unlike most teens Steve’s age, he enjoyed it when his mother grabbed him and hugged him tightly.
With only her short gown on, she left her room and walked in the darkness through the house, making sure it was closed and locked up for the night. She paused in the kitchen long enough to get herself a drink of ice water. She was sipping the water when she caught a flash of white. Thinking it was her son, but curious as to why he had run away when he found her in the kitchen, she moved quickly to the door and looked down the hallway.
It was Judy.
Susan watched her niece race into the room, but she had seen enough to know that her niece was in her panties only — the white she had seen.
Susan smiled as she returned to her room. The thought of her son catching a glimpse of that pretty ass wearing nothing but panties amused her.
She had no sooner climbed into her bed when the sound of feet in the hall came to her. Since her bedroom door was left open as usual, she watched her son go past. She smiled. He was wearing jockey shorts, the only thing he slept in at night.
Before she could consider what she was doing, Susan kicked the sheets off and was out of bed, going down the hallway after her son.
Steve was getting water from the refrigerator, and she stood staring at his back. It was as if she had never seen him wearing just those shorts before. Susan’s pulses suddenly began to pound, and tremors of desire began to burn up and down her flesh. Her tits swelled as her nipples became stiff again. There was a throbbing in her cunt, an enlargement of her clitoris.
She moved up behind her son.
When her arms went around him, Steve jumped, almost dropping the glass of water.
Susan squeezed her son against her body. He lifted his head and looked up at her.
“Mom! You scared me!”
“I didn’t mean to, honey,” she said softly, kissing the top of his head as she hugged his chest. Her warm tits against his neck. She was trembling as she pressed her body against his, holding him tight.
Steve let his mother hug him as tight as she wanted. The glass in his hand shook, and Susan took it, placing it on the sink.
“You don’t want to drop that, baby,” she said in a low voice, hugging him again. “Steve, about the movie…”
She felt him tremble.
“I mean, doing what I did in the movie,” she corrected. “I don’t know why, but I knew what you were doing, and just… you know.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, his voice as low as hers.
“It is?”
“Sure, I enjoyed it.”
“You did?”
“Better than doing it myself,” Steve replied.
“Oh, baby!” Susan murmured, sliding her right hand down slowly to his quivering stomach.
She heard his intake of breath, but he didn’t move away from her. She slipped her left hand down until her fingers touched, holding his stomach. She wanted to pull his ass back against her, press it against her pussy hard.
“You feel so good close to me, Steve,” Susan whispered. “I love how you feel close to me, darling.”
“Yeah, Mom,” he replied, a soft moan in his words.
Susan held her breath, then dipped her hand downward.
“Oh, my!” she gasped, feeling his hard-on through his shorts. “What’s this, baby?”
Steve giggled and writhed as his mother pressed her palm against his cock. Susan rubbed the length of it, feeling the wonderful heat of it burn against her hand. When her son failed to protest, she curled her fingers about his cock as best she could through his shorts, squeezing his cock.
“Ohhhh!” Steve moaned, pressing the back of his head against his mother’s tits.
“Does it feel good?” she whispered.
“Oh, it feels real good, Mom!”
Squeezing his cock with her right hand, Susan lowered her left to his crotch, cupping his balls. She squeezed his cock and very tenderly his balls. She felt her son shaking, and when she moved a thumb over the head of his cock, she felt wetness oozing through the cloth of his shorts.
“Do it again, Mom!” he gasped, pushing his cock and balls against her hands. “Please, Mom, do it again for me?”
“Oh, yes!” Susan squealed softly, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts.
She closed her fist around his cock. She moved her fist, pumping his cock inside his shorts, still clutching his hot balls with her left hand. Her cunt steamed wetly, her clit becoming painfully inflamed.
Listening to her son’s gurgles of pleasure, she turned his balls loose and pulled her hand around to his ass. Cupping an asscheek, she squeezed, her tight hand moving back and forth in short, slow jerking movements, his cock throbbing sweetly. She was going to jack him off again, and she was delighted that Steve wanted it more than he had in the movie theater. He was moving his hips now, working them to the rhythm of her fist, his ass clenching in her other palm.
“Do you like to do it for me, Mom?” Steve moaned.
“Oh, baby? I love doing it for you,” she breathed hotly. “You feel so hard, so hot. Oh, yes, baby… mother loves doing it for you!”
“I… I saw, Mom. In the movie… what you done,” Steve said. “I mean, with your… your tongue.”
Susan paused in her stroking. “Saw what?”
“Licking your hand,” Steve answered, his voice low.
“You weren’t supposed to notice that,” she replied, stroking his cock again. “I thought it was too dark.”
“It’s too dark in here, too,” he replied.
“Are you saying you want a light on?”
“Would it be okay, Mom?” he asked. “I mean, so I can watch you do it for me.”
“I don’t see why not,” Susan said breathlessly. “Watching is a lot of fun.”
She pulled away from her son and stepped the short distance to the wall switch. The kitchen was lit suddenly, but not with a harsh glow. She looked at her son as he turned to face her, her eyes on his crotch. His cock was elongated toward the left, hard in his shorts, with a little wet spot where his piss hole pushed.
But it was Steve who gasped. He had never seen his mother so exposed before. He had seen her in a robe, or wrapped in a towel, but never in such a flimsy, transparent gown that failed to cover the silky bush of her pussy hair, or her titties with those stiff nipples showing.
He gaped, eyes big, his cock visibly jerking in his shorts.
Susan stood a few feet from him, hands hanging at her sides, watching his expression. She knew this was the first time her son had seen a woman so exposed, at least a real one. He may have seen pictures, but she didn’t know that.
Almost unconsciously, she lifted her shoulders and drew them back, inking her shapely titties thrust more. Steve ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes moved about his mother’s body, up and down, from her tits to her knees. His fascination was obvious in the heat of his eyes, the way his cock throbbed. Susan was pleased her son found her exciting.
Susan’s eyes burned on the bulge of her son’s cock. She swallowed, knowing what she was going to do, knowing there was no way she could resist it now. Feeling him in the darkness, jacking it without seeing it… that was one thing, but now she could see his hardness, and his cock was having an effect on her that was overpowering. Her cunt was steaming, and she felt the slippery juices sliding very slowly along her inner thighs. She had always been juicy. Her cunt, when she was aroused, was so juicy, it was almost embarrassing.
Steve pushed his shorts down, just beneath his balls. Susan could hardly breathe as she stared at him. His cock was standing upward, very hard, the head smooth and swollen. She saw his tiny slit of a piss hole, and watched as a bead of his juice formed on it. His balls were not overly large, but they were full of juice. And… he was almost totally devoid of hair on his cock and balls.
On Steve’s part, he could see the soft hair of his mother’s cunt below the short bottom of her gown,
and the rest of it showed in a shadow like softness through her transparent gown. It was wide at the top, narrowing to her crotch and between her thighs. He stared at it, making soft gulping sounds.
“Baby,” Susan whispered, moving toward her son. “God, baby, that’s so hard! You’re beautiful, Steve. So beautiful and hard and…”
“Ooooh, you look ready, honey!”
“Do it again, Mom!” he gasped. “Please, do it to me again.”
Susan grasped her son’s cock hard, making her son moan in delight. She looked down at it, watching the head bulge, his piss hole widen as juice seeped from it. She lifted her eyes, barely seeing his face through the film of her passion.
“I can do something that will feel better,” she whispered, running her tongue over her lips.
“I know, Mom,” he groaned.
“Oh, you do?”
He nodded his hand, his body trembling, his eyes riveted upon her jutting tits.
“Well, if you know…” Susan bent her knees, lowering herself before her son, still clinging to his cock with a tight hand.
Kneeling before him, she found her head was still above his cock. Steve, his legs shaking, placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders, watching her face.
Susan glanced up at her son. “I can do a lot of things that feel better than… jacking you off.”
“I know,” he said again in that strained voice. “I mean, I’ve never done… you know, anything, Mom. But I know…”
“I know,” she purred, squeezing his cock hard to make the head bulge as big as possible. She watched juices drip from his piss hole, and then darted her tongue quickly against it. She licked away the juices, tasting her son. “You know what I’d like to do to you, don’t you, Steve?”
He nodded. “You wanna put it in your mouth.”
“I do,” she said, a soft sob on her voice. “I do want to put it in my mouth, darling!”
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