Her hand squeezed his cock hard as she moved it back and forth.
“Your cock is inside her hairy cunt, Bobby, fucking that hot tightness. Doesn’t Mary’s cunt feel good around your sweet, hard, oh so precious cock? Feel her pussy grip your prick, honey? Feel how her cunt eats you up…” Her fist squeezed and stroked. “You’re going to make her come, baby. Your cock is going to make Mary’s cunt come and when she does, that hot pussy will squeeze so tightly… and you’ll come, too. You’ll come up her hot cunt, Bobby.”
Susan enjoyed the increased throbbing of her son’s cock, her cunt pulsating, her stomach rippling. She felt as if she would come again the way she had the day before. She wanted it, wanted to come so badly. Her fist moved quicker on Bobby’s prick, sliding to the swollen cockhead, then pressing back on it tightly at the base. Bobby was making choking sounds now, his eyes huge as he looked down at Mary’s twisting naked ass. Susan pumped and stroked, whispered her lewd words to him, helping him dream, helping him fuck Mary in his young mind.
She dropped her free hand and began to slide her hot, moist palm up and down her thigh. The dress moved along her flesh, creating a tingling sensation in her body. Still pumping his cock, she drew her hand up her body and curled her fingers about one straining tit, wishing her son would play with her tits. She dug her fingers into the springy tit mound and moaned softly, her eyes glazing in passion. Her hand beat faster on her son’s cock, her excitement mounting now. Her blood seemed to be boiling in her veins, and her hips shook, jerking back and forth as though she, too, were being fucked. She pressed the heel of her hand against her cunt, feeling the pressure on her distended clit.
She began to imagine her son’s cock thrusting into her cunt, fucking her hard and wildly. As the image intensified in her mind, so did the speed of her fist on Bobby’s cock. Her son was groaning now, his hips moving. Susan held her fist still, but tight, and let him fuck into it. The ecstasy finally got to Bobby and he was no longer looking down at Mary, but standing up straight, his hands on the window sill and his head back, eyes closed, teeth clamped.
Susan looked at her son’s face, that young face now contorted with raging desire. She pressed hard against her cunt with the heel of her hand and looked down at her fist, seeing his cock fucking it. The smooth cock head flashed back and forth, disappearing and reappearing quickly in her fist. She saw his glistening cock head, smeared with the dripping juices from his piss hole. The palm of her hand was wet and slippery with the juices, too, lubricating her tight fingers.
The head of her son’s cock looked impossibly large, the flesh so taut it seemed about to burst. Her eyes were glassy, yet she saw his cock head clearly. His prick was beautiful, so deliciously beautiful to her. She yearned to have his cock fucking into her cunt, that throbbing hardness stretching her hairy cunt lips sweetly, penetrating her pussy ever so deeply. Susan’s cunt flexed from the vividness of her mental image. An orgasm swelled deep inside her pussy, burning and searing downward. The lips of her cunt swelled, as did her clit. She stared at her son’s cock fucking in and out of her fist, then at his contorted face again. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, and Bobby sighed, his hips jerking back and forth, his cock fucking in and out of the tightness her fingers made.
“You’re about to come in her pussy, baby,” Susan murmured in a thick, husky voice, her eyes again burning down at his prick. “Your cock is almost ready to squirt that sweet, sweet come juice into Mary’s hot, hairy, wet cunt! Fuck her, Bobby! Oooo, fuck her hot little cunt! Fuck… fuck… fuck her, darling!”
Bobby grunted, straining his hips forward. The head of his cock seemed to stick past her fingers a good two inches. Susan pressed her hand harder into her cunt, and her mind reeled as she came. Her cunt convulsed in twitching orgasm just as she saw the thick, white, syrupy come juice spurt from her son’s prick. She watched his jism splash against the wall beneath the window sill, felt his cock throb with her tightly gripping fingers. His come juice squirted and squirted, the wall gleaming with the wetness. Jism ran down toward the floor, and still Bobby came.
“Oh, baby! You’re coming, Bobby! You’re coming in her hot, tight snatch! Fill her hot cunt with your precious come juice, Bobby! Flood her hot cunt! Give it all to her!”
Susan clung to her son’s cock until he finished coming, then she tucked it into his pants and pulled up the zipper. She felt the wetness of his come juice in the palm of her hand, and wiped it on her dress.
Bobby turned his back to his mother and sprawled onto his bed, his face cupped into the crook of his arms. Susan looked at her son’s back, but her eyes seemed fixed on the way his ass cheeks bunched. She knew his pleasure was still glowing in his sweet balls.
Leaving him, she went to her room and sat on the bed, thinking hard about this.
If Bobby was embarrassed to have her, his mother, jack him off, he had not said anything so far. He shouldn’t feel badly about it, she told herself. They were only pretending, and it was fun to pretend. Why not look at that exquisite nakedness of the slender Mary and pretend? Everyone had fantasies, erotic fantasies, and she and her son were no exception. It was all right if she helped her young son with them. They were doing nothing wrong, only pretending.
Long ago, when Susan had been a small girl, she had played house with boys, had played nurse and doctor with them. It had been fun and exciting then, and it was fun and exciting now, with her young son.
But Susan knew she wasn’t pretending; she wanted to have her son’s cock inside her cunt, fucking her. Maybe she had convinced Bobby it was pretending, but not herself.
Susan wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. It was quite frustrating to her. She wasn’t sure if Mary knew she was being watched or not, yet Susan had an inkling Mary wouldn’t care if she were seen. She knew her son was intensely excited over seeing the naked body of an older girl, and she was equally sure Bobby had never seen a naked girl of any age until now.
Bobby was not the kind of boy who ran about the neighborhood. He stayed home, with her, when he wasn’t in school. He was a loner, not caring about baseball and various sports. He loved books, and was a studious young man, and was popular with his teachers because of it. He was quiet and well behaved.
Susan stood up, stripping her dress away and ignoring the open door of her bedroom. If her son saw her, so much the better. She unhooked her bra and her shapely tits bounced free. Wearing only her panties, she massaged her tits for a moment. Then she peeled her panties off. Naked, she walked directly into the hallway and to the single bathroom of the apartment, watching for her son, but not to avoid him — to let him see her body, her rounded, swelling tits and red-haired cunt, her sexy ass and smooth thighs.
But Bobby didn’t see her.
Disappointed, she filled the tub and sank into the hot water, feeling it against her cunt. She lay back in the tub and tried to relax. She was very tense. She wanted her son, wanted his cock, wanted to fuck him.
With bubbles floating about her tits, she glanced at the bathroom door. For the first time, she had left it not only unlocked, but wide open. If Bobby should come to the door, he would be able to see her. Her tits rose up from the water. Her light-brown nipples were hard and sensitive.
She bathed slowly, waiting and hoping.
But Bobby never came.
After half an hour, she stood up and began to rub at her body with a towel. She kept looking at the door, hoping he would come and look at her. She stepped from the tub, and after a moment’s thought, wrapped the towel about her body. It barely covered her tits and cunt hair and ass. Tucking it together, she left the bathroom and peeked into the living room. Her son wasn’t there. She peered into his bedroom, and found he was still lying on his bed. Only he was pressing his hips into the mattress, fucking it the way Mary had fucked her pillow.
Susan thought about entering and sitting on the bed, running her hands over his ass while he squirmed his cock into the mattress. But that was just another form of jacking off, and j
acking off wasn’t what Susan wanted.
She wanted to fuck.
As exciting as it was to watch her son, she turned and went back to her bedroom. It was late afternoon, and she would have to think of something for dinner soon. Dropping the towel on the carpet, she selected panties and bra, then a becoming skirt and blouse. After some thought, she decided to forgo pantyhose. It was too hot for them anyway. Besides, her legs looked good enough without them.
Pulling on sandals, she decided she and Bobby would eat out that evening. She didn’t feel like cooking, and it would be a treat for her son. He always enjoyed going out to eat.
Dressed, she entered the hall again and passing his room, saw it was empty now. Bobby was sitting in the living room, a book open on his lap, the television on.
“Honey,” she said, “why don’t we eat out tonight?”
“Sure, Mom,” he agreed, closing his book.
“Where would you like to go?”
“Let’s have pizza.”
She smiled. “I should have guessed,” she murmured. “You’re going to turn into one. Did you know that?”
“I wish,” he smiled back at her.
Susan noticed his eyes on her tits, his gaze lingering there a moment, then sweeping down to her hips.
Susan arched a hip forward, her hand on it. “What are you seeing that’s so interesting, honey?”
Bobby’s grin turned lewd.
Susan felt her heart thumping with delight. Perhaps her son would fuck her, after all.
“Come on,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “We better go eat before…”
“Before what, Mom?”
“Never mind… come on.”
CHAPTER THREE
As they stepped onto the sidewalk, they met Mary.
Mary was just emerging from a car parked at the curb. A man sat behind the wheel, but he was of no interest to Bobby, nor to Susan at the moment.
The door was open and Mary had her right leg out, the other still inside the car. Her head was turned toward the man, and she was saying something to him. What caught Susan and her son’s attention was the fact they could see up Mary’s skirt. They saw the creamy surface of her inner thigh and, surprisingly, the dark-blonde curls of her cunt hair. Mary, it seemed, was naked under her skirt.
They stood and stared, both pleased to see her sweet, hairy cunt so clearly.
But they weren’t able to look at Mary’s pussy long enough to satisfy them. Mary got out of the car, slammed the door, and saw them.
“Hi, Susan,” she said happily, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide. “Hello, Bobby.”
“Wanna have pizza with us?” Bobby asked.
“I wish I could, honey,” Mary replied, “but I’ve just stuffed myself on lobster. Susan, you better keep your eye on this son of yours. He’s getting so handsome, I might steal him away.”
“You’re welcome to him, Mary,” Susan laughed. “He’s also getting to be a lot of trouble. You know how it is when boys are his age.”
“Yeah, I know,” Mary grimaced. “Hands everywhere.”
Susan laughed again. “They never change, do they, Mary?”
“And thank heaven for that!” Mary giggled. She looked at Bobby with a gleam in her eyes. Then Susan saw Mary glance at the front of Bobby’s pants.
“Well, see you,” Mary said with a wave of her hand.
Susan and Bobby watched her enter the apartment building.
“She’s beautiful,” Bobby said as they started walking the short distance to the pizza parlor.
The place was almost empty and they sat in a corner with a huge pizza and soft drinks.
“You know why Mary is so beautiful to you, don’t you, baby?” Susan asked.
“Sure, because she is.”
“Are you sure?” Susan teased. “I bet you’d think any girl was beautiful if you saw her the way you see Mary.”
“You mean naked, Mom?”
She nodded her head. Her pulse raced. This was the first time they had talked about Mary without looking at her, and it was the first time her son had even used the word naked with her. It was, Susan thought, a breakthrough.
Then Bobby gave his mother a real surprise. “Did you see her in that car, Mom? Did you see what I saw? I saw her cunt, Mom!”
For a moment, Susan couldn’t breathe. Just hearing her son say cunt sent shivers of delight up and down her flesh. Her cunt seemed to squeeze up tightly, and she pressed her thighs together.
“I saw it, too, Bobby,” she whispered, her voice very low with desire. “I saw it real good.”
“I thought I was gonna get hard,” Bobby said, stuffing pizza into his mouth. “I thought Mary was gonna see my cock hard.”
“I think she noticed, darling,” Susan whispered. “I think she saw it.”
“Really?” Bobby’s eyes glowed. “Do you think it made her hot, Mom?”
“Maybe. Mary is certainly a hot girl, I should say. I’m sure it made her hot.”
Bobby laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “I bet her cunt got wet, Mom.”
“So is mine,” she murmured.
“What? I didn’t hear you, Mom.”
“I said, so is mine.”
Bobby looked at his mother with wide eyes. She saw the speculative gleam in them, and she gazed boldly back at him.
“It did?” Bobby asked in a whisper, looking around to see if they could be overheard. “Really, Mom? Did your cunt get wet, too?”
“It’s wet now,” she replied.
“Oh, wow!”
The food was forgotten. They looked into each other’s eyes, each seeing the need and desire on the other’s face.
After a tense moment, Susan asked: “How’s your cock, Bobby? Getting hard?” He nodded.
“Show me.”
“Here?”
“Just a peek, darling,” she murmured throatily. “No one can see but me.”
Bobby glanced about, then stood quickly. Susan gazed at him, seeing his cockbulge pushing out his jeans. She ran her tongue over her lips, feeling her cunt pulsate.
Then Bobby sat back down. “You see how hard I am, Mom?”
“Oh, yes!” she gurgled. “And I’m very wet, too.”
“Show me, Mom! Show me how wet you are!”
“Honey, that’s impossible here,” Susan said, looking about the restaurant. “I’d have to lift my dress.”
Bobby giggled. “I wouldn’t care, Mom. Show me!”
“Wait until we get home. Then I’ll show you.”
“But, Mom, you might not be wet then.”
“I will,” she smiled wickedly at him. “I’m always wet.”
“You are?”
“Like you’re always hard,” she giggled. “Let’s go home now, Mom. I’m not hungry any more.”
“You know, neither am I.”
They left the pizza parlor holding hands, both excited and in a hurry to get home. The relationship had suddenly changed, and Susan was anxious, very anxious to fuck her son.
They were almost running as they entered the apartment, and Susan saw her son’s cock straining in his pants.
“Were you hard all the way home?” she asked, pointing at his cock. “People probably saw it.”
Bobby giggled, standing proudly with his hips thrust forward. Susan stared at her son’s cock openly, all pretense gone. This was real, not fantasy. Her dream of fucking her son was about to come true, and her cunt was drooling.
“Show me, Mom!” Bobby said excitedly. “You said you’d show me when we got home.”
“You first,” Susan insisted, wanting to make sure he was truly wanting this.
“You already saw me,” he replied. “When you jacked me off, too.”
“I want to see your cock again.”
She stood on weak legs, watching her son fumble with his zipper. He fished his cock out. Susan gasped with pleasure as she stared at it. The cock head looked so sweet, so smooth and round, swollen tightly. Already, Bobby was dripping, and she started
forward to take his prick in her hand. Bobby, though, backed up.
“Not until you show me, Mom. You promised you’d show me you were wet.”
Susan was shaking, but not with nervousness. The heat of her excitement was hot, consuming. She pulled her dress up, gazing at his cock. His fucker looked so beautiful standing out from his pants that way. She lifted her skirt to her waist, standing in the middle of the floor about five feet from her son.
“Aw, you’re cheating, Mom,” Bobby said. “You’ve got panties on. Mary doesn’t wear panties, Mom.”
Panting with hot desire now, Susan hooked her finger into the tight crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. She saw her son’s eyes growing wide and sparkling with heat as he saw the thick hair of her cunt. She spread her feet widely apart on the floor and arched her hips forward.
“See,” she whispered.
“I don’t see anything, Mom.”
“You see my cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I can’t see if you’re wet. You said you were wet, Mom.”
“Feel it,” Susan murmured. “Feel mother’s cunt, and you’ll find out how wet it is.”
“Can I? Can I really feel your cunt, Mom?” She moved toward him, taking his wrist in one hand and holding her panties to one side with the other. She slipped her son’s hand between her smooth thighs and pressed it into her pussy. She shoved one of his fingers past the hot, hairlined pussy lips and into her cunt.
“Now you see how wet my pussy is?” she said, her voice coming out in a thick growl of desire. She rubbed her son’s hand back and forth on her cunt, making soft whimpering sounds.
“You’re really wet, Mom!” Bobby said, his voice breaking with excitement. He rubbed at her hairy cunt on his own now, and Susan released his wrist and clasped his cock, jerking her fist back and forth. “I wanna see your tits now, Mom! Lemme see your tits now!”
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