Even now, out of her sons sight, she was blushing.
Experimentally, she found herself beneath the water, feeling along the lips of her cunt, then the slit. She relived what happened on the couch, and knew it was somewhat similar to a couple of young, horny teenagers who couldn’t wait, yet were afraid to fuck.
Working a finger into her cunt, she found it moist and hot. She poked her finger back and forth slowly, trying to remember the feeling of a hard, throbbing cock fucking her. It had been so long the feeling was only a vague memory.
Lifting her hips from the water, she spread her lop and fucked her finger in and out, then pulled the lips of her cunt open, smashing them together and mewling softly. Her clit swelled and she stroked along the edges of it. She cupped and squeezed her tits, then twisted and pulled on her nipples. They were very sensitive. She kept twisting her nipples and rubbing at her cunt, dipping a finger often into the wet depths.
Then, sticking her finger out rigidly, she began to fingerfuck herself faster and faster, her hips grinding.
“Oooooo,” she moaned as she came.
But it was not as good as coming with her son.
CHAPTER THREE
As Sharon prepared for bed, she suddenly stood still.
Three times.
Bobby had said he often jacked off four times a day. Four times, and he had jacked off three times only that she knew of today.
She was standing naked, with her gown on her arms, ready to pull it over her head when she realized what her son had said. She paused with her gown almost to her head, wondering if he was jacking off in his room. That would make four times, she thought.
Her cunt began to tingle as she stood, her nipples lifting into hardness. But he had no reason to jack off in privacy, not now. He had shown his enjoyment of doing it in front of her, coming on her that way. He had loved watching her touching her cunt in lewdness, showing it off to him.
She pulled the gown on and smoothed it over her tits and hips. The gown was floor length, made of a satin material. It clung to her body, molding and outlining her tits, waist, hips and thighs. Her nipples were dark circles against it, and her mirror told her the dark hair of her cunt was an enticing shadow.
Leaving her room, she walked rapidly to Bobby’s room.
He was in bed, propped up on his pillows, reading his science-fiction novel. Her eyes moved instantly to where his cock would be, but saw nothing tenting the blankets.
“Something wrong, Mom?” Bobby asked when he saw his mother in the doorway.
“No,” she smiled, feeling herself starting to blush again as she entered his room. She sat on the edge of his bed, resting a hand on his knee beneath the blanket. “I just wondered if you were up, that’s all.”
He put his book down, crossing his hands behind his head, looking at her. He had never seen his mother in her nightgown before. He saw the nipples of her tits poking against the thin gown, the darkness that showed through.
“Bobby, you’d…” She lowered her eyes as she blushed. “You said you can do it four times.”
“I can, Mom,” he replied. “I’ve jerked off four times in one day plenty of times, and I bet I could do it five or six, if I wanted.”
Sharon was hardly breathing, his words exciting her. She stared down at her hand resting on his knee. Her face was very warm.
“The girl…” she began softly. “The one at the mall. You wish you could… have her with you, don’t you, baby?”
Bobby replied softly: “Yes.”
“What would you like to do with her, Bobby?”
“Fuck her!” Bobby said, quite loudly, grinning.
Sharon’s cunt almost exploded. She felt it burn and begin to grow very wet. She could not stop the slow clenching of her ass cheeks nor the subtle writhing of her ass on the edge of his bed. She moved her eyes to where his cock would be, and a soft gasp came from her. Bobby’s cock was starting to show, lifting under the blanket.
“Would you, really?” she asked, her voice whispery. The pink was moving down to her neck, warming her tits.
“You bet, Mom!” Bobby said. “I’d take those panties off her and fuck her cunt good!”
“Ohhhhh!” Sharon moaned, unable to stop the sound. It came out with a very delicious lurching of her cunt, her clit. “Tell me how you’d do it to her.”
She moved her hand off his knee, sliding it up onto his thigh, her eyes watching the blanket slowly lifting.
“I’d take her panties off, Mom,” Bobby said, his eyes glittering. “I’d pull her panties off her ass and then her feet. Then I’d put her on her back and open her legs and look at her cunt. I’d have a real big hard-on, and then I’d stick my cock in her pussy and fuck her until I came!”
“Oh, God!” Sharon whimpered, her eyes half closed with increasing pleasure.
She felt her cunt dripping, making the back of her gown moist. She pressed her thighs together, and felt the pressure upon her cunt. She began pulling the blanket down from his waist, slowly, her body trembling, eyes hot. But her embarassment was evident on her lovely face.
“And then what, honey?” she urged in a low sound.
“I’d put her hand on my cock and make her get it hard again,” Bobby said. “Then I’d fuck her — again. I’d fuck her two, three, maybe four times, Mom.”
“Wouldn’t you play with her… tits?” Sharon asked, hardly believing this conversation with her son. Saying the word tit embarrassed her, even. She had the blanket almost to his cock, and paused there, almost afraid to reveal that hardness, not trusting herself.
“I sure would, Mom!” Bobby said, excited by what was happening. “I’d take her tits out and feel them, maybe put one in my mouth. I’d make her jack on my cock while I had her tit in my mouth, then I’d feel her up and play with her pussy, and then I’d fuck her up the cunt again!”
Bobby shoved the blanket down past his hips himself, and his cock and balls worked like a magnet on Sharon’s eyes. She stared at her son’s naked body, seeing his lovely balls again, his upstanding cock, that tiny tuft of wiry hair at the base. The cockhead was smooth, very smooth, but he wasn’t dripping yet. Her palm itched with the desire to touch his prick, to feel it, stroke him and jack up and down. She restrained herself, feeling like a bashful little girl about to be felt up by her boyfriend and not knowing if she would let him or not.
Bobby wrapped his hand about his cock as she stared and squeezed it hard. Sharon gasped as the cockhead bulged bigger, his piss hole opening.
“I’d put this cock right in her pussy, Mom,” Bobby said, his young voice husky. “I’d put this hard cock right in her cunt and fuck her real good, too! I’d fuck her and make her come, that’s what I’d do with my cock, Mom!”
Sharon heard him, but her mind was on his cock. She listened to him talk about the things he would do with the girl, and sat watching his fist slowly move up and down his hard cock, stretching up on it, lifting his balls. Her cunt was on fire.
“Let me see your tits, Mom!”
For a moment she wasn’t sure he had said that.
“What?” she asked, once she understood.
“I wanna see your tits, Mom,” Bobby asked again, pressing his fist down hard at the base of his cock, making it stand up, looking longer and harder.
“You want to see my… oh, Bobby! I can’t do that!”
“Sure you can, Mom,” he replied. “All you gotta do is let one tit stick out. I can jerk off real good then.”
A shudder went through Sharon’s body, her eyes glazing. She felt her hand slide up over one tit, pause there a moment, her nipple burning through the gown against her palm. She tried to pull her hand away, but instead her hand went to the narrow strap on her shoulder. She made a sobbing sound as she shoved the strap down, and then her tit was exposed to her son’s eyes.
“Ohhhhh, that’s pretty, Mom!” Bobby said, pumping his fist fast on his cock, staring at his mother’s tit. It was firm, round, very shapely, with a quite long nipple with a pebbled ci
rcle around it.
Sharon blushed furiously with embarrassment, yet she felt no shame at all. Her cunt was squeezing tightly, her clit knotted in an aching way. Bobby jerked his fist up and down his cock, and she saw the glistening beads of liquid forming on his piss hole now. His hairless balls seemed to draw up tight, and she detected a slight movement in them.
“Now show me your cunt, Mom!”
“Bobby, please, no more,” Sharon moaned. “I just can’t let you! You shouldn’t even be seeing my tit.”
“But, Mom,” he said. “In the living room you let me see your panties, and you even touched your cunt for me.”
“I… we shouldn’t have… I just can’t do…” Sharon was almost babbling, her eyes glazed with erotic desire as she watched his fist moving up and down his hard cock. She was sliding her gown upward clit her thighs, knowing she gasped again, her eyes opening wide.
Bobby had plunged a finger into her cunt.
“Oh, God, Bobby!” Sharon cried, her hips thrusting forward as his finger delved deeply. “Bobby, please.”
“You’re so hot and wet, Mom,” he groaned. “Your cunt is awfully wet and very hot! Are all cunts like this, Mom?”
“I don’t know!” Sharon cried. “I don’t know anything! Please, Bobby… baby, don’t do…”
An orgasm rippled through her cunt.
Bobby’s eyes glowed, his face showing delighted surprise. He felt his mother’s cunt gripping his finger, sucking on it. Sharon sat upright, her shoulders straight, that one tit showing, her eyes closed, her face grimacing with tormented rapture. Her fingers dug hard into his thigh as she sat there with her son’s finger fucking in and out of her convulsing cunt.
“You came!” Bobby said gleefully. “You came, didn’t you, Mom?”
Sharon had to admit it, and all she could do was nod her head jerkily, unable to look her son in the eye. He pulled his finger out of her cunt and stared at it. Pussy juice coated it, gleaming in the light. Sharon peeked from lowered lashes as her son brought his finger to his nose, sniffing it. A light seemed to come into his young eyes, and then he thrust the pussywet finger into his mouth.
Sharon gasped with surprise, her eyes lifting finally to look right into her son’s face. Seeing him sucking on his finger, the finger he had fucked her cunt with, sent a rumbling threat of more orgasms through her crotch.
“You… oh, Bobby!” she sobbed softly.
“Nice, Mom,” he grinned. “You taste sweet.”
He was gripping his cock very hard, but his hand wasn’t pumping now. She lowered her eyes to his prick. The hand on his thigh moved upward slowly, and she touched the tips of her fingers upon his balls. They felt very hot on her fingers, and she rubbed the tip of one lightly against his balls.
“Me you gonna let me fuck you now, Mom?” Bobby asked, eagerness in his voice.
“I can’t,” she moaned. “I just can’t let you do that to me, baby.” She placed her fingertips beneath his balls, hefting them for a moment, then puffing her hand away. “But I could… help you. I could do something else.”
“Are you gonna jack me off, Mom?” Bobby asked excitedly. “Oh, that would be good, Mom! I only do it to myself. I bet it feels better with a girl jacking me off.”
Sharon giggled with shyness. “I was thinking of something… I’ve never done… I’m so embarrassed, Bobby!”
“Jack me off, Mom!” he urged, pulling his hand from his cock, lifting his hips upward. “You do it for me!”
She sat with her legs up on the bed, bent at the knee, her cunt still exposed. Sharon’s hand trembled as she held it near his prick. She could feel the heat of his cock already on her palm. She licked her lips, gazing at his prick with a fiery expression. She sucked in a deep breath, and closed her fingers around his cock.
“Ohhhhh, God!” she moaned as she felt the powerful hardness in her fist. She squeezed his prick, making juice bubble from his piss hole. She gave his cock a jerk or two.
“Oh, that’s good, Mom?” Bobby grunted, lifting his hips to her hand. “Jerk me faster!”
Sharon jacked up and down on her son’s cock, her cunt throbbing as if she were on the brink of orgasm again. She pressed her uplifted leg against his feeling the contact burn at her skin. Bobby shoved a hand to her cunt once more, and this time when he fondled her cunt, Sharon sobbed and pushed her pussy into his hand. She shivered as he brushed at her elongated clit, working a finger back into her cunt. She felt her cunt grab his finger as if sucking it deeply. She squeezed his cock hard, pounding her fist up and down, twisting slightly.
“Bobby, I want to… I can’t help baby, I have to do it!”
Sharon dived down.
Bobby gasped with surprise.
Sharon stuffed the head of her son’s cock into her mouth, surprising herself as well. She had never had a cock in her mouth in her entire life, and now she had her son’s cock between her lips. She felt the heat of it, the rounded cockhead crowding her tongue. She tasted the seeping juices, her pulse racing, her cunt snapping about her son’s buried finger.
Sharon closed her eyes, crying in a muffled sound. She swirled her tongue about the head of her son’s cock, feeling the satiny smoothness of it. With a sob, she lowered her mouth, sinking down onto his cock. She pulled it deeply, amazed when she had every thick inch of his fucker inside her mouth. She felt the cockhead brushing at the back of her throat, the skimpy tuft of hair tickling her lips. Her lips burned and stretched, and she found her wind reeling with erotic passion, ecstasy she had never known. Her cunt squeezed at her son’s finger, and then Bobby was fucking her with it, driving his finger in and out of her cunt vigorously, making wet sounds as his knuckles banged against the swollen, hair-covered cuntlips, her protruding clit.
“Oh, Mom!” Bobby groaned, his eyes huge as he looked down at his mother’s face, seeing her lips stretched about his throbbing cock.
“You’re gonna suck me? Are you gonna give me a blowjob, Mom! Are you gonna suck my cock off, Mom?”
Sharon heard his words, and they sent shivers of erotic delight about her creamy flesh. She writhed and twisted her ass on his bed, working her cunt on his finger. She knew her face was a bright pink, felt the embarrassment of having his cock in her mouth, yet she felt driven to suck him, to suck up and down his cock, to gobble and lick and taste his prick.
Groaning deep in her throat, Sharon sucked up on her son’s cock. She held her lips tightly, her tongue swirling. She didn’t move off the swollen cockhead, but held it hotly inside her mouth and twirled her tongue about it, tasting the juices seeping out of his piss hole, finding the taste of his cock juice hot and sweet. She opened her lips, took a deep breath, and filed her mouth with his hard cock once again. Bobby was squirming his ass beneath her, watching her with hot, excited eyes, fucking his finger in and out of her hairy, fiery cunt.
Sharon held his tender young balls in her hand, feeling them as she drove her mouth up and down his prick, sucking with wild abandon. Her hair swirled and fanned about his hips. The taste of her son’s cock was amazing, pleasing her more than she would have suspected. She liked the heat of it, the hardness, the throbbing, but best of all, and to her surprise, the taste of those dripping juices as like some precious nectar to her. She had no idea the juices of a cock could taste so delicious.
She released his balls and placed her hands on each side of his squirming hips, bracing herself. She felt her naked tit brush at his thigh as she began to bob her face up and down, fucking herself in the mouth with his extremely hard cock. She loved the way the smooth prickhead brushed at her throat, leaving it wet with juice as she sucked upward, her tongue twisting with wet hunger. She made soft bobbing sounds of erotic rapture, pounding her lips down against the base of his cock in her mouth, and gave no thought to when he would gush his came juice out of his loaded balls. She was so excited to be sucking his cock, with his finger fucking in and out of her cunt, she thought of nothing but the ecstasy she felt.
Sharon had never sucked a cock
before, and wasn’t sure she was doing it the best way. But she sucked Bobby’s cock with enthusiasm, with a greed that made it a very good blowjob. She twisted her lips around his rock-hard cock as she sucked, making wet, gulping sounds. Her eyes opened and closed, steaming with an unfocused glaze in them. She rubbed her ass back and forth on his bed, meeting the inward fuckthrust of his finger with her cunt. She could feel herself rapidly approaching another orgasm, her cunt burning as if on fire, her clit so very hard.
She was about to come, and the exquisite sensation made her suck all the harder on her son’s cock. She bounced her face up and down, devouring the hot cock, her tongue swirling. She had to swallow often, because her mouth filled with the slippery juices dripping from his piss hole. She groaned and jerked her hips back and forth, fucking her son’s finger as much as he was fingerfucking her. She wasn’t blushing at the moment, but she didn’t know that. Bobby looked from her sucking mouth to her cunt, then back again. His finger seemed gripped in a scalding wetness unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. His cock was surrounded with the wet heat of his mother’s mouth, her lips pulling as her tongue twisted and licked.
“Mom!” Bobby yelped, his balls tight. “Oh, Mom… I’m gonna… I gotta… Mom!”
Sharon, with her mind spinning with pleasure, felt the first squirt of her son’s come juice. She felt it in the harder throb of his cock, then the burning taste of it at the back of her throat. Her cunt erupted powerfully, coming with the hairy cuntlips squeezing his buried finger. Her eyes rolled back, her lips pressing into the tuft of hair at the base of his cock. The jism gushed out of his prick rapidly, drenching her throat. Sharon was squealing about her son’s cock, the ecstasy tearing through her, making her body shudder and shake. She knew her son was coming off in her mouth, could feel it burning down her throat. Yet, she couldn’t taste his jism very well.
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