“Oh, damn this robe!” she hissed pulling it over her tit.
But as she started to cover her thighs, something came over Marian. She did it without thinking, in an automatic, deliciously wicked manner.
Instead of simply sliding the folds over her thighs, Marian lifted the material high, and for a brief, tantalizing moment, Jack stared at his mother’s thighs and the tight crotch of her panties. It was long enough look for him to see her cunt swelling against the lacy garment and the dark shadow of her cunt hair.
She stared directly into Jack’s eyes as she finally covered herself.
Bolder than his mother, Jack grinned at Marian in a lewd way. “Nice,” he said, “very nice.”
Confused by what she had done, Marian remained in the chair, too frozen to move. Her cunt was on fire again and her tits seemed far too sensitive as the nipples brushed the fluffy robe. There was a strange sensation between her thighs, a feeling of impending orgasm. After a while, she struggled out of the chair and without looking at her son, left the room. Marian spent the remainder of the day in a tingling, burning desire. Wearing a becoming housedress, she felt a heavy disappointment because Jack had left the house an hour after their little encounter and was gone all day. Her overheated imagination saw him with Judy, concealed someplace, sticking his cock into her tender cunt. The more she thought of him fucking the cute little girl, the hotter her jealousy became.
Her son returned for dinner and spent that evening at home. Not a word passed between them as they sat and watched re-runs on the color television. Marian, urged by her jealousy, sat with her housedress pushed up her thighs and, although her son peeked frequently, he said nothing. But she noticed that his cock was in a constant state of hardness, and that he made no effort to conceal it from her.
Later, as she lay in bed unable to sleep, her cunt boiled more than it ever had in her life, and she was in torment. She could not rid herself of the torturing picture of her son fucking Judy. And the more she thought of that, the hotter and wetter her cunt became.
She was, still wide awake when she saw her bedroom door opening. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw her son enter the room. He wore only jockey shorts. Marian had not turned off her bedside lamp and the room was illuminated with soft light.
Jack came directly into the room and stood beside his mother’s bed, looking down at her. With a strange sensation of tingling anticipation, Marian gazed up at him. Not a word passed between them, and Marian made no protest when Jack reached out and took hold of the sheet covering her. He lifted it, then shoved it down.
Usually Marian wore a nightgown but this particular night she had pulled on a lacy, almost sheer shorty gown that had been her husband’s favorite. He had liked it because it was so sexy, he told her. Her nipples were exposed by the lacy material and the sheer fabric hung not quite to the bottom of her ass. With the sheet at her feet, her son was seeing her body quite clearly.
Her eyes roamed down his hairless chest, then fixed upon the swelling lump in his shorts. There was a moist spot where the head of his cock pressed and she longed to reach out and touch it.
Without a word, Jack leaned over the bed and casually lifted the short gown. Marian’s cunt became exposed to her son’s hot eyes and as she shoved the gown upwards. She lifted herself so he could bunch it about her shoulders. Her eyes burned upon his swollen cock as he looked down at her, seeing the curve of his mother’s tits, her flat, quivering stomach, and the thick triangle of her dark cunt hair. Marian’s thighs were closed and she pressed them together tightly, causing her cunt to throb with sudden desire.
She could not take her eyes off her son’s thrusting cock even as Jack lowered his hands and began to fondle her swollen tits. His hands felt hot upon her smooth tits as he curled his fingers into than. Holding one of her tits, she felt him, sliding his hand down her trembling stomach and caressing her thick cunt hair. He placed his hand on her thigh, gently urging his mother to open her legs.
Marian felt herself responding and her legs parted. And all the time her eyes gazed in hot desire at the point where his jockey shorts bulged out. She shivered when her son ran his hand up the inside of her smooth thigh and her hips jerked when she felt him cup her, hairy cunt. A soft whimper bubbled from her as he rubbed up and down the puffy, hairy lips of her cunt. She moved her left hand out, watching it move of its own will, unable to stop or control the motion. Her fingertips touched the moist spot of his shorts and then she traced the outline of his cock, feeling it throb powerfully.
One of her son’s fingers was pressing between the lips of her burning cunt, easing inside her pussy. Her hips jerked again as he began to slowly work his finger in and out of her soaking cunt. With a low gurgle, Marian cupped her son’s balls and squeezed them very gently. Jack pulled his hand off her tit, the finger of his other hand still moving in and out of her hot cunt. As she saw him pull the crotch of shorts to one side, suddenly revealing ins cock and balls, Marian’s hips began to move, arching up and down to the rhythm of his finger.
Her hand curled about his balls, tugging and twisting them tenderly. Finally Jack removed his finger from his mother’s pussy and crawled onto the bed with her. He sprawled along her side and, still without speaking, he began to lick her rigid, rubber-like nipple. Marian closed her hot hand around his cock, squeezing the hardness and feeling a thrill flow through her as his prick throbbed in her palm. Slowly and hesitantly she began to jack back and forth on her son’s cock.
Jack sucked on his mother’s nipple, gently at first, then closing his lips closed about it hard and sucking vigorously, his hips pumping into her jacking fist. His hand went back to her cunt and he started fingerfucking her again.
Marian lay almost still, her hips writhing and her fist holding his cock as he fucked into it. When Jack started to roll on top of her, she sucked in a harsh breath, but made no effort to stop him. Her cunt was boiling too hotly.
Jack was between her thighs and she felt his cock brushing about the thick mass of her pussy hair. He reached down and grasped his cock and Marian shuddered with delight when he moved it downward, scraping along her distended clitoris and finally began to press into her cunt.
Marian gazed up into his young face; her hands resting along her sides, her legs, wide. She gasped softly when the swollen head of her son’s cock penetrated the slipperiness of her twitching cunt. For a long moment Jack held only the head of his cock inside his mother’s cunt, then he began to inch his prick into her slowly. Marian felt her son’s cock stretching the sensitive lips of her cunt and her hips moved upwards in slow motion. Jack ran his cock all the way into his mother’s cunt and his balls slapped against her curvy ass checks. Marian, her eyes still wide and glazed, her mouth slightly parted, gasped at the exquisite pleasure between her legs.
Jack braced himself by placing his hands on each side of his mother’s shoulders. Then he began to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. They gazed into each other’s glassy, smoldering eyes. Marian dug her fingers into the sheet as her hips began to move up and down, meeting her son’s hard cock.
She felt his hips-sliding along the hotness of her inner thighs, sending sparks of delight through her naked body. Her breathing increased until she was softly gasping with ecstasy, her hips bouncing up and down in slow motion as he drove his cock into her. The way his balls slapped against her naked ass cheeks increased the pleasure that brought a flush to her flesh.
Her fingers clawed at the sheet and the desire to wrap her arms around him and pull him close, to crush her tits against his chest, was very strong. Still, she resisted the outward display of what she was feeling. She knew a man — or in this case, a boy — with a hard cock seldom suffered any shame, until the fuck was over. She didn’t want her son to have any feelings of guilt, so she lay still with only her hips pumping to his, gasping softly and gazing up into his face.
Marian had always been a sensual woman. She almost always came when her husband fucked her. Now, however, she felt hersel
f going through a series of warm, almost gentle, orgasms. She was surprised at this. She had heard of women who enjoyed multiple orgasms and had felt cheated. But now she felt them and each one was stronger than the preceding one. She could feel the throbbing hardness of her son’s cock as it slid along the wet sensitive lips of her cunt and scraped her clitoris.
Jack grunted as he plunged his cock into his mother’s slippery cunt. His pumping hips bounced up and down faster. Marian detected a further swelling of his cock and she could feel it jerking deep inside her pussy. She had felt that same sensation with her husband and she knew her, son was about to come. She wondered, vaguely, her hips moving up and down with him, if he would come inside her pussy. She didn’t want him to yank his prick from her cunt when he came, she wanted to feel the thick sweetness of his come juice as it squirted into her.
She had loved to feel her husband’s cock spewing into her pussy and if Jack suddenly jerked his prick from her cunt she knew it would be an intense loss. But Jack was speeding up, not hesitating a bit, his grunts hotter with the increased excitement. She saw his eyes film over and she arched her cunt up, writhing her crotch a little more vigorously as he fucked her, his balls swinging against her trembling ass cheeks.
Marian saw him close his eyes and he strained his cock deep inside her quivering cunt. Marian dug her fingers into the sheets, watching his face contort. She squeezed her hot thighs against his hips as he suddenly went stiff. She felt his cock throb once, then twice, and a hot gush of come juice splashed up her cunt.
The feeling of his come juice squirting in spasms sent her pussy into an explosive orgasm. The hairlined cunt lips closed around his gushing prick as she came. Marian gasped loudly and her hips jerked as her cunt gripped his spurting cock in reflexive waves as she came in erotic ecstasy. She had not known her cunt had the ability to squeeze so tightly as she came.
Her naked body shook beneath her son’s trembling body and her tight tits jiggled gently. She bit into her bottom lip as the exquisite pleasure sent liquid heat racing through her body.
Jack’s cock seemed to be going through a never-ending spasm, his come juice spattering the velvet-like walls of her gripping cunt, filling her pussy with creamy juice.
When his cock stopped squirting, he held himself upright on shaking arms. Marian knew how weak he was and felt she could hold him now. She wrapped her arms around his naked back and pulled him down. His hairless chest pressed her tits, smashing them. She ran her hands up and down his back, caressing him with love.
Jack buried his face into his mother’s neck, breathing harshly, his hot breath almost searing her flesh. She held him until he stopped shaking, then he pulled from her, his cock slipping free of her hairy cunt. He got to his feet and stood there, looking down at her body. His cock and balls glistened wetly in the light, his shorts still pulled to one side. For the first time, Marian saw that her son had very little hair at the base of his cock and it made her realize just how young he was.
And she let him fuck her!
Still without speaking, Jack turned and walked away. Marian watched him, her eyes gazing at his ass cheeks. When she was alone, she lifted herself and looked at her cunt. The thick hair was matted almost flat and she could feel come juice dripping from her pussy. She ran her hand down between her thighs and along her still slightly twitching cunt lips, smearing her son’s come juice along her inner thighs. Then she got out of bed and went into the adjoining master bathroom. She cleaned herself, then pulled the shorty gown over her head and tossed it into the clothes hamper.
CHAPTER TWO
But Marian was still jealous the next day.
After cleaning the house and bathing, she stared at herself for a long time in the mirror hanging on the bathroom door.
She was taller than the average woman, with a body of slender curves that was quite appealing. She had chestnut-colored hair and dark eyes. She had never noticed the way her eyes smoldered before, but now she saw that they were hotlooking eyes eyes that told of the inner erotic aspect of her personality.
Although she had an erotic imagination, her sexual experiences were quite limited. Marian had done nothing with her husband, sex-wise, except fuck. But there were many things in her mind, many erotic things. But she loved to fantasize erotically, especially when her husband was fucking her.
Marian had a small nose with dainty nostrils and a full mouth and moist lips. Her flesh was a creamy textured smoothness without a blemish. She was very attractive, she knew, without being vain.
She also had lovely tits, tits that swelled out and stood upon her chest firmly, with a spongy feel to them. Her nipples, although average in size, were very sensitive. Once she had, surprised herself by coming off as she played with them. Her stomach was flat, with a deep belly button. Her thick mass of cunt hair was a flawless triangle as it sneaked between her long, smooth, shapely thighs. Her ass, compact and firm, swelled deliciously, rippling tightly when she walked. She knew her ass was beautiful and wished she had the nerve to wear those ass-revealing shorts.
She dressed in a pair of tight jeans feeling wicked in them. The crotch cut into her cunt, outlining the puffy lips and drawing against her clitoris. She had bought them six months earlier but this was the first time she felt courageous enough to wear them. She wasn’t going anywhere and the only person who would see her would be her soft. She found an old, faded shirt that had been her husband’s and put it on. She brushed her hair and applied a subtle, teasing scent to strategic parts of her luscious body.
The sounds of laughter came to her and she looked out into the rear yard. Suddenly she felt the stabs of jealousy.
Jack was there and so was that cute blonde, Judy. Marian stood watching them, feeling her jealousy grow. There was no reason for this feeling, she told herself. Even if Jack was fucking that cute girl, she had no right to such a feeling. But it was there, anyway.
She had no real evidence that her son actually was fucking Judy. But if he wasn’t fucking her, Marian knew he would be quite soon. Judy was a forward little thing, totally unashamed of her growing body and feelings. She was a tease and a flirt and she was turning all of her charms on Jack.
Marian watched the little girl lean against her son and saw them kiss. Judy wore a sun suit with wide legs that was tight about her small, sweet-looking tits. As she pressed her lips to Jack’s, Marian saw the girl shove her hand between their bodies and knew Judy was feeling her son up. A stab of jealousy shot through her, along with, a hot stab of desire that was beginning to bubble in and around her cunt. The feelings were miked up, she thought. Jealousy and desire — jealousy because Judy was fondling her son’s cock when she, his mother, also wanted his cock.
When the two broke apart, Marian saw the lump in her son’s jeans and so did Judy. She heard the little girl giggle as she reached out and brushed the back of her hand over Jack’s lump.
Marian had a bold thought. She couldn’t let Judy have her son she couldn’t stand the thought of him sticking his cock into her little cunt, not after fucking him herself.
Turning away from the window so she didn’t have to look at them, Marian realized her son had come into her room the night before and fucked her because he had wanted to. With only a slight feeling of guilt, she resolved to keep Jack out of that hotassed little girl’s clutches. She knew it would mean becoming aggressive and bold with her son and giving him all the ass he could use and then some. But she had to develop his sexual interest in her and make him forget about Judy.
Jack was out all day, returning only for dinner. He stayed in the house after dinner and Marian could feel his eyes following her about the house. Still in her tight jeans, she sat in the overstuffed chair with him on the couch and looked at him openly.
“About last night, Jack,” she said.
“That was good, Mom,” he replied with no show of guilt or shame on his young face. “Can we do it again tonight?”
For just a moment she hesitated, then smiled at her son. “We can do it a
gain tonight and every night, if you’d like,” she said, her voice low and throaty.
Jack sat up suddenly, his eyes gleaming. “Hey, that’s great, Mom! Let’s do it right now!”
Her eyes drifted to the front of his pants and she detected the growing lump of his cock. She smiled at him and licked her lips with slight nervousness. Although Jack was as eager as any young boy could be, she still knew she had to take the initiative.
Marian lifted her hands and began unbuttoning her shirt. She had gone without her bra for the first time in her life and when the shirt was unbuttoned, her arching tits swelled out succulently, pink with dark nipples. Marian had never been the aggressor in her life and she wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. But the excitement in her son’s eyes as he gazed at her tits encouraged her. Feeling shy, she lifted her hands and cupped her tits.
“Why don’t you come over here and feel them, Jack?” she whispered.
When he got to his feet, her eyes stared glassily at the place where his cock bulged inside his pants. When he stood at her side, his hands cupping and molding one of her tits, she ran her hand out and closed it over the lump of his cock. She squeezed it and made her son moan happily.
“Suck it, honey,” she whispered huskily. “Suck on my nipples, Jack!”
He leaned down and closed his lips about his mother’s hard, rubbery nipple. His mouth was hot and wet as his tongue flicked over her nipple. He molded her naked tit with both hands, making her nipple jut out and into his mouth. Marian cupped her hand into her son’s crotch, pressing at the throbbing hardness of his cock and balls. She felt him shaking as she brought her other hand up to hold his head down tight into her tit.
Then she began unzipping his fly. Once it was open, she snaked her hot hand into his pants and closed it about his hard-on. Pulling her son’s cock from his pants, she closed her hand around it tightly and began to pump back and forth. Jack moaned around her nipple, sucking harder.
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