Her cunt slowly squeezed his cock out, and Wendy gave a soft moan as it drooped, resting on the soft mat of her cunthair. She held her hips up, her hot thighs pressing against his. She felt the urge to laugh with joy, and to cry with gratification. She wanted to grab her son and pull him on top of her body, hug him with love.
But Tony was stepping back, his face flushed, avoiding looking directly at her.
CHAPTER THREE
Alone, still resting on her bed in the same position Tony had left her in, Wendy wanted to comfort her son. She knew, once the ecstasy was over, her son felt embarrassed.
She hoped it wasn’t shame.
Sitting up weakly, she closed her legs in an effort to keep that wonderful juice inside her cunt. Her nipples still thrust out, her tits still hard, but not as hard as they were only moments ago. As her cunt pulsated, it made her asshole pucker in a nice manner.
When she felt strong enough, she stood and moved toward her dresser, pulling a pair of pale blue bikini panties from a drawer, and slipping them on. She adjusted the crotch of the nylon panties about her cunt, hoping they would hold her son’s comejuice inside her. Ignoring a bra, she slipped on a white t-shirt. Her tits molded against it, her nipples making two dark circles there. Next she pulled on a pair of tight designer jeans, zipping them up. Sliding her feet into a pair of low-heeled shoes, she ran a brush through her soft hair, then entered the bathroom adjoining her bedroom, where she sat at the small vanity. She washed her face, after which she applied her makeup. Wendy wore very little makeup, usually a blusher and lipstick, along with light eye shadow.
Wendy was a peaches-and-cream type of blonde, the sort of blonde associated with Southern California beauty. She was fortunate to have such a creamy complexion, a delicate skin that tanned lightly instead of burning in the sun. She still looked like an older teenager. Many people thought she was a teenager, especially when she wore her blonde hair in a pony tail. Wendy enjoyed her appearance, but she didn’t particularly like being mistaken for a young girl.
Leaving her room, she found Tony watching some silly afternoon program on the color television. That alone told her he was bothered about fucking her, Tony seldom watched television, even in the evening. He preferred to work on his models.
She went to the kitchen and brewed herself a cup of coffee, then carried it to the living room, sitting next to her son on the huge couch. She leaned back and sipped her coffee, watching him from the corners of her blue eyes.
Tony had slipped on his jeans and a red t-shirt, but his feet were still bare. His hair was still damp from his earlier shower, but combed neatly now. She set her coffee cup on the table at the end of the couch and ran her hand over his neck.
“You’re getting shaggy, honey,” she said. “When was the last time you had your hair cut?”
“I don’t remember,” he mumbled.
She felt him tremble under her fingers, and began to manage his neck gently.
“What’s bothering you?” she asked softly, kneading the muscles of his shoulders.
“Ah, Mom,” he mumbled.
“Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s talk about it.”
“I don’t want to,” he said.
“I do,” she insisted, her fingers working at the tease muscles. “I think we should.”
Tony remained silent, and she glanced at the front of his pants. She saw only a slight bulge where his cock and balls were. She had the urge to touch him there, to cup his cock and balls, feel them. But she was afraid that would be the wrong thing to do at the moment.
“Tony, was I good?” she asked in a whispery voice.
Tony’s body jerked, but he said nothing.
“Come on,” sir urged. “Was I good, darling?”
“Okay, Mom,” he said.
“Oh? Just okay?” she giggled. “I thought I was pretty good. I thought I was better than just okay.”
“Mom, I…” He flushed. “I don’t know about good.”
“You mean you don’t have a pretty little girl you can compare me to?”
A shudder went through him, and he kept avoiding looking at her. He refused to give her an answer.
“A husky guy like you,” she went on softly kneading his muscles. “A football player and all… I’d think you would have your pick, Tony. I’ve seen those pretty little girls hanging around you guys.”
She slipped her arm about him, putting him to her tits. At first he was stiff, resisting. But she urged him to lay his head on her tits, and she cuddled him. Caressing up and down his arm, she leaned her cheek on the back of her son’s head. She could see his lap, and her eyes stayed on the slight bulge there.
“Tony, it’s okay if you haven’t messed with any of those girls hanging around you guys,” she said softly. “A guy doesn’t have to make a pass at a girl just because she’s there, you know. I understand many young studs. They think they have to make every girl they see. That isn’t true, baby.”
“Mom, I’ve never made.”
She hugged him. “Shhhh, it’s okay. You know, you were very good. I was just okay, but you were very, very good.”
“Aw, Mom,” he protested, his hot breath burning her nipple through the t-shirt. “You know what I meant.”
She smiled. “Yes, baby, I know.”
She shifted her shoulders, trying to bring her nipple in contact with his lips. If her son had been a virgin, that didn’t bother her. It made her feel good to know she had given him his first fuck, his first piece of ass. That first time, she knew, could be a frightening experience, or it could be a wonderful experience. Knowing what to do, how to move, Wendy felt, could be the difference that first time.
She drew him tight, feeling the pressure of his check on the top swells of her tit. She shifted again, and felt one of his lips brush her nipple through the t-shirt. She watched his crotch as she managed to rub her nipple against him. She felt elated when Tony slid his arm behind her back, the other on his thigh. She purred when he gave her a small hug.
She moved, and her tit pushed at his lips.
She squeezed his arm as she felt his mouth loose on her tit, but the lump in his pants was growing.
“Oh, Mom!” Tony suddenly moaned, and closed his lips about her tit, sucking it through her t-shirt.
“Oh, baby!” she replied, pushing her tit hard at his mouth. “That feels good.”
Tony sucked hard at her nipple, the t-shirt rough on his tongue. He bit gently, making his mother moan with delight. He hugged her waist, and moved his other hand toward her thigh. Wendy caught it, bringing his hand up to her other tit, closing his fingers around it. Pressing on the back of his hand, she urged him to squeeze and feel and fondle as he sucked through her t-shirt.
As Tony fondled her tit, sucking eagerly on the other, she watched his cock harden inside his jeans. She began to tingle again with the sweet sensations. She pushed his hand dawn from her tit, then brought it up under her t-shirt, placing it on her bare flesh. She groaned as he twisted at her nipple, then began to pinch and pull it.
“Here… let me…” she whispered, pulling her t-shirt to her neck, then placing his mouth back on her naked tit. “That’s better, Tony. Oh, that’s much better.”
Tony sucked at her nipple, his tongue flicking in hot, wet circles, his hand fondling the other one. Wendy sighed in pleasure, the suction exciting her. She saw his cock swell along his thigh, inside his jeans. She gazed at the long outline with desire. Her hand burned to feel it, to touch it, squeeze it. Her cunt pulsated inside her own tight jeans. She strained her nipple to her son’s mouth, and purred as he gulped as much as he could inside. The strong suction sent tremors of pleasure down her body to her cunt, making it twitch wetly.
“Tony, I want… honey, I have to…”
She shoved her hand toward his crotch. Reaching as far as she could and still giving him room to suck on her tit, she managed to feel the hardness inside his pants. She rubbed and pressed at it, making her son grunt. For a moment, he didn’t respond, th
en lifted his hips, pushing his cock to her hand.
“Let me…” she said, tugging at his zipper. “Honey, let Mother get your pants open.”
Tony shifted his hips, and she pulled at his zipper. Getting his fly open, she darted her hand into his pants, pulling his cock free. She moaned in pleasure as she saw it, standing up, jerking with hardness. The head was smooth, very swollen and the little slit at the end was dripping a slippery juice. She clutched her son’s cock with a soft cry. The feel of it burned all the way up her arm. As she squeezed his cock, she felt him suck harder on her nipple. She moved her tight fist, upward, watching the juices bubble from the small silt. She pushed her fist down, arid then began to pump his cock, jacking him. She moved her fist slowly but firmly, testing the hardness. Tony moaned around her swollen nipple, his hand clutching the other tit. Wendy squirmed her ass on the cushions as her cunt bubbled in responding heat.
She wanted to take time to shove his pants down, or at least get his young balls free. But if she paused now, she was afraid her son would feel embarrassed again and stop her. She gripped his cock and pumped her fist up and down while he sucked her tit. She wanted to bring his hand down off the other, and curl his fingers into her crotch, but felt even that would make her son pull away. He held her tight about the waist with his other arm, squeezing and hugging her.
Her cunt felt so juicy inside her tight jeans. The seam of the crotch pressed upon her clit giving her a beautiful feeling. She twisted her ass against the couch, and began to pump a little faster on her son’s throbbing hard-on. The head was very swollen, smooth, and she gazed at the slit, watching his juices bubble out. Her palms was slippery with the juices, sliding up and down his cock easily, from the head to the base.
“That feels so good, Tony,” she purred against his head. “Suck it hard, baby! Ohhh, yes, suck my nipple as hard as you can.”
Tony began to hump his hips up and down in time to her fist, his breath burning the naked flesh of her tit. He moaned softly as he sucked, his tongue twirling wetly. She loved the way his teeth nipped her nipples tenderly. She wanted very much to push her jeans and panties down, then sit on her son’s cock, feel it again deep inside her greedy pussy. But still she did nothing but jack his cock, letting him suck on her nipple.
The last time she had jacked a cock off, she had been a young girl and it was in the front seat of a boy’s car. All the boy had done was lean back and let her jerk him off, not touching her at all. As much fun as it was to jack on a hard cock, Wendy wanted to touch it, too.
Squeezing his cock as her fist went up and down, she hugged, her son to her naked tits.
“Ohhhh, you suck so good, darling!” she purred, encouraging her son. “I love to have my tits sucked, Tony! Your mouth is so hot and wet! Suck real hard! You won’t hurt me. Hurt my tits!”
Tony moaned and squeezed her, tit very hard with his hand, trying to swallow the other. He lifted his hips, pushing his cock into her tight fist. Then, on his own, he released her tit and slipped his hand downward. As it brushed along her stomach, Wendy spread her legs. When his hand was between them, she pushed her cunt up, but Tony didn’t return the pressure, not then. She twisted and pushed her crotch at his palm, yanking hard on his throbbing cock.
Then he pressed his palm at her pussy.
“Oooooh, baby!” she moaned. “Ahhhh, feel it for me! Feel Mother up, Tony! Oh, yes, rub your hand up and down! That’s it… rub up and down!”
Tony rubbed hard at her crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt through the tight crotch of her jeans. The harder he rubbed, the more she squealed with pleasure.
“Tony, this will make me come,” she gurgled. “Ohhhh, I love to come, baby! Rub Mother real hard right there! Rub as hard as you can, and I’ll come in my panties!”
While he rubbed at her crotch, his hips were pumping to her fist, fucking at her fist as much as she was jacking him. She listened to his soft, muffled moans, and darted her hand past his cock to cup his confined balls, giving them a squeeze, then rushing her fist back to his cock. He was dripping very much, and his prick was slippery from the head to the base. Her fist slipped up and down easily, no matter how tight she held his cock. The way his prick throbbed, she knew she could have him coming almost anytime she wanted. Slowing her motions, wanting to make it last a while longer, she closed her thighs, capturing his hand between them against her cunt. She whimpered as her clit strained with hardness. She felt as if her cunt was so wet, her panties and jeans could be soaked with her juices.
“Mmmmmm, suck my tit!” she moaned. “Suck Mother’s tit hard! Ahhhh, push your hand right at my cunt!” She flung her legs wide apart again, pushing her hips up. “You’re so hard, Tony! Ohhhh, baby, your cock is so very hard! Make Mother come, honey! I want to come again… rub me and make me come!”
She twisted her hips as she humped her ass up and down, grinding at his hand.
“I’m so hot!” she moaned. “Mother is so very hot there! Feel it, Tony? Can you feel how hot I am through my jeans?”
Tony answered with a grunt, his lips puffing hungrily at her nipple. His cock was straining and his balls ached inside the tightness of his pants. He could feel, or thought he could, wetness in his mother’s pants.
“Are you going to come, honey?” she moaned. “It feels like your cock is going to come! I can make you come with my fist… Mother can make you squirt… really squirt with my fist.”
She leaned her head back on the couch, pounding on his cock almost furiously, the throbbing heat exciting her. She whipped her hips up and down, and her son rubbed very hard at her cunt. She began to moan, then whimper. She was so close to orgasm, so very close.
“Ahhh, hard, baby, hard!” she gasped. “My cunt… my pussy… oh, Tony!”
With a cry, she strained into his hand. Her cunt convulsed tightly, the orgasm shooting through her like lightning. She cried out, straining her cunt as hard as she could into her son’s hand. Tony, feeling his mother’s cunt in spasms through her tight jeans, had lifted his mouth from her tit, looking down at her crotch. He groaned as her fist clamped even harder around his prick as she came.
“Ohhhh, baby, baby!” Wendy sobbed, almost crazy with ecstasy. “Abhhh, it’s so good… so wonderful!”
As the convulsions faded, she felt her son starting to draw away.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Stay with me.”
When she shuddered to a finish, her hips slumped to the couch, her legs loose now, wide open. She still had hold of his prick, and as Tony started to pull away once more, she gripped his cock tighter.
“Your turn,” she said hotly, and began to pound on his cock in a frenzy of movement.
Tony leaned back, watching his mother’s hand race up and down his cock. Wendy made soft hissing sounds as she pumped hard and fast, her eyes watching the swollen head, the slit of his pisshole.
“Ohhh, so hard, Tony!” she squealed. “Ohhhh, I want to make you come, too! Don’t hold, back, baby! Let Mother see you come!”
Tony began to squirm, her fist pounding frantically on his cock.
The moans he made told her he was close. Her fist made muffled slapping sounds on his open fly.
“Now, baby!” she urged.
With a grunt, Tony came.
The creamy juice spurted from the slit of his cock, flying high, then spattering back down her fist. With a gasp of delight, Wendy jacked on his gushing cock as fast as she could, feeling the scalding wetness coat her hand. As the quick spurts slowed, she squeezed his cock at the base, drawing upward, bringing a final head of come juice to the slit. Then she ran her palm over it, enjoying the hot wetness.
A few minutes later, while Tony leaned back, his cock limp but still out of his open fly, he began to make shy giggling sounds.
“Is something funny?” Wendy asked. Her t-shirt had slipped down from her neck, but caught above her nipples.
“You said…” He glanced at her shyly. “You were saying some nasty things, Mom.”
“I was?”
she asked, genuinely puzzled. “What things…? When?”
“While we were… you know, touching each other.”
“What things?” she said again. “You know,” Tony said. “Ahhhh,” she smiled. “You mean cock and cunt!”
He nodded.
“Well, I was hot,” she said, and stood up. “So hot, I’ve got to take another shower.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy had hoped Tony would come with her, but he didn’t.
At least, she thought, he wasn’t as embarrassed as he had been when he fucked her. Or she had fucked him, she thought with a smile. Ether way, his cock had been in her cunt and that was what counted.
In her room, she stripped her t-shirt off, then her jeans. Shoving her panties down, they turned inside out. She lifted them and stared. The crotch was very wet, most of it the juices of her son’s balls that had seeped from her cunt.
She held, them up, looking toward her open bedroom door, then feeling slightly embarrassed herself, she brought the wet crotch of her panties to her lips, kissing them. The wetness smeared her lips, and the tip of her tongue poked at it. She tasted her son’s juices on her, panties, and with a soft moan, began to lick them. Swishing her tongue at the wetness, she ran her hand between her legs, feeling her pussy. Sucking the crotch of her panties into her mouth, she savored the taste of her son’s juices, sucking them from the crotch of her panties with breathless excitement.
“Oh, shit, Wendy!” she snapped at herself, flinging her panties onto her bed. She walked naked into her bathroom and stood under the spray of water so hot it turned her flesh a bright pink. Wendy loved water as hot as she could stand it.
She kept hoping Tony would come in, but by the time she finished her shower, she was still alone. She hoped he wasn’t brooding and feeling embarrassed again. She considered going to him naked, but that wouldn’t do if he was embarrassed. She thought about wrapping a towel about her body and going to him, but that would be almost the same as being naked. She didn’t want to dress, but it was necessary she had dinner to prepare for them, and her son might not like seeing her naked in the kitchen especially if he was feeling embarrassed.
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