She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay’s soft grunt as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing her tit beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.
Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open, and peeked.
Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out. Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the knowledge that he would pull his cock out with her there and take a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could not see much of his cock, seeing him piss created a heat inside her cunt that almost caused her to come again.
Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved about the small kitchen. She couldn’t resist, and, humming softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving suggestively.
Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly now.
When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son’s bunk.
Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.
Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started working on it with short jerks.
“Oh, fuck it!” Shellie suddenly gasped.
The rustling above her stopped.
“What did you say, Mom?”
For a moment, Shellie couldn’t believe she had said that.
Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.
“I said, fuck it!”
“Mom!”
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed, smashing her clit hard. “I know what you’re doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you’re doing, you did it near the window, and you’re doing it again!”
Silence greeted her words.
“Jay, you’re jacking off!” she said. “I know you’re playing with your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at me.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” Jay asked, his voice quivering with part fear, part excitement. “I’m not doing anything like that!”
“Bullshit!” Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to her feet.
She looked over the edge of her son’s bunk, but Jay had pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His cock stood up, tenting the sheet.
With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from her son’s body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.
Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his mother tore it from his hands.
“Look at you,” she said, her voice husky. “Lying up here above me, jacking that cock off! And me… and me…”
Her hand shot out and closed about her son’s cock. Jay gasped as his mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother said was true, but he didn’t know how she knew. He wasn’t afraid; he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his cock.
Shellie felt the heat of her son’s cock searing her fist, felt the throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in the shaft of moonlight.
“Oh, God!” she whimpered with excitement.
Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly. Up… down.
“Mom, do you know what you’re doing?” Jay gasped.
“Yes, damn you,” she groaned. “I know perfectly well what I’m doing. I’m jacking your Goddamn cock, that’s what I’m doing!”
Jay gritted his teeth. His mother’s fist wasn’t moving very fast on his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he could, not knowing if he should move or not.
Shellie pumped her son’s cock as she stood on her bed, her pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of her son’s cock bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his balls and grasped his cock again.
“Ohhhh, Jay!” she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this time, holding his cock tightly.
“Mom!”
“Come here,” she said, pulling at his cock. “Jay, climb down to my bed.”
As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight grip on his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her holding his cock, Jay couldn’t drop down to her bed. Shellie brushed her cheek over this thighs as she stared at the hard-on. Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted her face to his prick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss, right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit to lurch.
“Now, climb down, baby,” she said in a very low, throaty, voice, turning his cock loose.
CHAPTER TWO
Jay lay on his mother’s bed, flat on his back.
There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small reading light on the bulkhead.
“I want to see,” she whispered.
Jay gazed at his mother. He didn’t feel shy, or embarrassed. He felt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of his shorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that his mother found it fascinating.
He looked at her. Her silk gown clung to her slender body, outlining it. The top strained over her pointing tits, the lace exposing the creamy swells. He saw the shape of his mother’s thighs, the way her nipples pressed at the tip. His cock jerked back and forth as he looked at her.
Shellie sat near his thighs, staring at her son’s cock with smoldering eyes. She was pleased with the size, the long shaft and rounded head. She ran a hand up her son’s thigh, toying with his balls.
“Beautiful,” she murmured huskily. “It’s very beautiful, Jay.”
Her hands moved up and down his thighs, caressing his flesh. She hooked her fingers into the waist band of his shorts, and slowly dragged them down. Jay lifted his ass slightly as his mother pulled his shorts to his knees.
Shellie again gazed upon his cock, watching his young balls. They looked very full, loaded and hot. She moved her hand up his leg once more, and stroked the tips of her fingers over his balls. Jay gasped and looked down. He was breathing harshly with excitement, and Shellie was pleased with his responses to her fondling hand.
She drew one knee up, resting her chin on it as she gazed hotly at his exposed cock and balls, gently touching them. She wanted to expose herself to him, show him her juicy cunt, but was afraid that once he saw her unusually long clit he might react as his father had done. But since her pussy was bubbling with liquid fire, she pressed her other hand to her crotch, exerting pressure upon that throbbing clit-knob. When she moved her hand on her pussy, the silky gown slipped along her thigh, revealing the smooth, creamy leg to her crotch.
“Oh, Jay,” she mewled, closing her fist about his cock again. “It’s so hard, baby! S
o very hard!”
Jay watched his mother, his eyes darting from her thigh to the hand that was now rubbing up and down her crotch. He wanted to see his mother’s cunt. It was exciting to watch her rubbing between her legs as she pumped his cock. For his first experience with a girl, it was plenty for Jay. No one other than himself had touched his cock, and he enjoyed his mother’s hot fist around it.
“Ohhh, baby, I’d love to make you come,” Shellie whispered hotly, squeezing his cock very hard. “I’d love to make you come this way!”
She sat on his right side, her right hand moving up and down his cock. She parted her long legs wide, but kept the other knee up and her chin on it. She rubbed at her cunt through the gown, breathing forcefully, her tits lifting and falling. Jay squirmed his hips, unable to remain still beneath the stroking fist of his mother.
“Oh, yes,” she mewled. “Move, honey! Move all you want. I know you can’t be still when it feels so good.”
Jay was moaning softly now, his hips twisting as his mother’s fist moved up and down his cock. Shellie sat with her legs opened, her palm moving, feeling the wet heat of her cunt coming through the thin gown. Her fist moved faster, and her palm rubbed with increasing speed. She writhed her ass on the bed, whimpering as she jacked her son’s cock. There was something especially erotic about him lying there on his back with those shorts stretched at his knees.
She licked her lips, tasting the wetness from kissing his cock as he sat on his bunk. She felt the urge to lower her face, kiss it again, lick at the head, swirl her tongue around it and lap his piss hole. She resisted the urge, not wanting to startle her son with such a thing. She rubbed her pussy, excited because he was watching her do it, and she pumped at his throbbing cock with her other hand. One of her thighs was completely exposed to her hip, and Jay gazed at the inner flesh.
Jay moaned. “Oh, Mom, you’re doing it too fast!”
With a lewd giggle, Shellie pounded faster on his cock, her fist flying up and down, smacking at the base with a soft sound. Then she twisted her palm around the wet head, closed her fingers about the shaft, and jerked vigorously again.
“It’s not so fast, honey,” she whispered. “Your cock will squirt for Mother, won’t it? I can make your cock squirt, can’t I?”
“If you keep going that fast, you will!”
He lifted his hips as his mother came down, and lowered them when she pulled upward, making fucking thrusts at her fist. He couldn’t prevent the movement. Her fist felt so good on his cock.
So excited to be jacking her son’s cock off, Shellie had shoved her hand beneath her lifted gown. Now she was working a finger into her cunt, then up over her swollen clit into her cunt again.
Jay stared at her exposure, seeing her finger moving into her pussy, the thick, silky hair, and part of her clit. He watched her finger stab into the pink wetness of her cunt, eyes bulging with excitement.
Shellie’s finger made wet sounds as she fingerfucked herself, while her other hand was beating frantically on her son’s cock. She twisted and writhed her ass at the mattress, gasping and whimpering with boiling hunger. Her fist banged furiously at his hard cock, making his balls jiggle. Her finger rammed in and out of her cunt, and then she drew it up to her long clit. She rubbed her slippery wet finger about the inflamed tip with as much frenzy as she jerked Jay’s prick.
“Oh, show me, Jay! Let Mother see you squirt! Oh, darling, come! Let it go, baby! Shoot it in the air!”
A soft scream bubbled from her throat and she rammed her finger hard and deep up her cunt, holding it there. Her eyes glazed and she shivered, squeezing his cock desperately.
“Ohhh, I came!” she gasped. “My God, I came, Jay!”
Jay’s eyes were big as he stared at his mother’s finger up her cunt. He wanted to see more of her pussy, but her hand covered it except for hair along the side.
“Now, you!” she hissed, and began to jerk his cock hard and fast with short, jerking pumps of her fist. “You’re going to come, too! I’m going to make you come, Jay!”
Jay grunted and arched his hips upward as his mother’s hand flew up and down his cock.
Shellie watched his prick with hot eyes, her finger still buried in her pussy, but not moving. Her cunt was squeezing at her finger, and her long clit burned at her palm. She moved her fist up and down her son’s cock almost desperately.
“Come, Jay!” she urged in a husky voice. “It’s your turn, baby! Let Mother see you come! Squirt it, Jay, squirt it!”
Jay was struggling, his uplifted hips twisting. His balls became very tight, and drew up at the base of his cock.
“Mom, I’m about to… to come!” he shouted.
“Yes!” Shellie cried out. “Come for me! Come for Mother!”
Shellie’s eyes stared at her son’s piss hole, watching it flare open and drip, the head bulging smoothly. She felt her son’s cock throb with more power, and she waited anxiously to see his cum juice gush from it.
Jay’s cock erupted.
“Ahhh, baby!” Shellie gurgled, seeing the thick cum juice spurt high into the air, splashing back down on her wrist. She pumped as he came, and the cum juice squirted time and again, going high, spattering her lower arm, his thighs, his stomach. “God, Jay! Oooh, come hard! Sweet, sweet cum!”
Time and again his cock gushed, coming more than Shellie suspected. By the time he finished, her lower arm and fist were glistening with the slippery cum juice, and his thighs and stomach looked coated.
With a grunt of pleasure, Jay let his ass fall to the bed, but Shellie kept her tight grip on his cock, feeling it relax. Her eyes were bright, and her face was radiant with excitement. She licked her lips, and when his cock was soft in her hand, she turned it loose. She leaned forward on her hands and knees and kissed her son on his mouth, writhing her full lips against his with a soft, purring sound.
“Don’t go away,” she whispered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
The small bathroom was a feet away, and she slipped into it, leaving the door open. The small reading light on the bulkhead gave just enough illumination for Jay to watch his mother. She ran water over a cloth, and then came back to him. She washed the cum juice from his thighs and stomach, then gently washed his cock and balls, squeezing them tenderly and with a great deal of affection, smiling at her son.
“Did you like that, honey?” she asked softly.
Jay nodded, grinning up at her.
“It’s better than doing it for yourself, isn’t it?”
“It sure is, Mom,” he agreed, watching her as she used the cloth to clean her arm and hand.
She leaned down and kissed his mouth once more, then returned to the small bathroom. Again she left the door open, but stood facing her son. She lifted her gown to her hips, and sat on the toilet. Jay stared at her, his eyes seeing the thrust of her pointed tits, the creamy flesh of her thighs. Then he heard her pissing, and he giggled.
“It isn’t funny,” she said. “I’ve heard you pissing in here a lot, you know. And… I saw you piss over the deck earlier.”
Jay flushed lightly.
“Oh, don’t act embarrassed,” she said. “You knew I was there, that I might not be dozing. You’re so damned innocent, you know, baby.”
Shellie tore a few squares of paper, then changed her mind and tossed the paper into the small waste basket. She stood, and for a moment held the nylon about her hips, allowing her son to stare at the silky hair of her cunt.
“Do you like it?” she asked huskily, lifting the gown to her waist so her son could see the lush, fan-shaped hair.
“Oh, nice, Mom!”
Shellie twisted her hips lewdly.
“Why don’t you take your shorts off for me?” she whispered, stepping out of the small bath and standing at the side of the bed.
Jay stripped his shorts off swiftly, his cock starting to lift again.
Shellie stared down at it, holding her gown up with one hand and running her fingers through the soft hair
of her pussy. She didn’t care if her son saw her clit now. She was so excited she could hardly stand it. She took hold of her son’s hand, placing his palm against her thigh and drawing it upward to her hip. Then she grasped his cock and pumped it, feeling it swell into hardness.
“Ooooh, it’s nice and hard again, darling,” she cooed hotly, climbing onto the bed. “So very hard and… and hot!”
She straddled his legs, holding his balls in one hand, his cock in the other. She pressed her thighs against his and began to rub her juicy cunt on one of his knees. Jay felt it, and was holding his breath. He had never felt a cunt in his young life, but he loved the wet heat he was feeling on his knee. He pushed his knee at his mother’s cunt, anxiously. Shellie grinned down at him as she felt the pressure. Rubbing her cunt along her son’s knee, Shellie grasped his cock and jerked up and down, hissing and gurgling with delight.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Shellie whispered hotly, sliding her wet, hairy cunt just past her son’s knee. Her eyes smoldered with increasing desire as she pumped at his cock, rolling and twisting his balls tenderly. “You’re so very big, Jay! So big and hard! Ooooh, honey, your balls feel so full! Is that for Mother, darling? Are your full balls for me?”
“Mom, please,” Jay groaned, lifting his hips, pushing his cock into his mother’s fist. “You’re gonna make me come again if you keep that up!”
“But I want you to come again, darling,” she purred, sliding her cunt along his thigh now, her knees pressing at his hips. “Mother wants you to come again, but this time…”
She lifted her ass and shoved the swollen head of his cock against her inflamed clit. She gasped with the contact, wiggling her hips wantonly. She looked down, watching the head of his cock peek from the thick curls of her cunt, feeling the shaft rubbing against her long clit.
“Would you like to feel your cock in me, honey?” she whispered.
“Oh, Mom! Can I? Would you let me stick it in you?” Jay asked excitedly.
Grinning down at her excited son, Shellie lifted her hips until her son’s cock was beneath her, the swollen head pointing at her pussy. She held it at the base, moving her hips, rubbing her wet pussy lips along the head. Jay was holding his breath as he gazed down, watching. His mother’s exceptionally long clit excited him almost as much as the heat of her wet pussy did.
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