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Chapter 8
Terry turned, facing her, looking down at his mother's lovely face, the
face of a wildly exciting woman. He still couldn't believe that she was
actually kneeling between his legs, still couldn't believe that she was
talking to him so obscenely, so teasingly, still couldn't believe that
she would really do any of the things she was suggesting.
When he felt the touch of her soft hand on his upper leg, he realized
that he wasn't dreaming any more.
Sheila felt her young son's legs become stiff when she laid her hand on
his muscular upper leg only an inch or two from the head of his enormous
cock. The terrified look on the boy's handsome young face made her
shiver inside. She was having trouble keeping up her facade of calm.
Inside she seethed with excitement.
She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot
hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against
him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She
wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they
both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.
But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep
him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her.
"Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly.
"Sometimes," Terry whispered.
"I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a
wicked smile.
"How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the
afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock.
"Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better,
dear?"
"I don't know! I ... I'm still scared! I've never felt like this
before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand kneaded the muscle of
his upper leg.
"Relax, darling, relax! We both want this, don't we?" Sheila smiled at
her son.
"I ... I guess ... but..."
"I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we're
both hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indulge our ...
desires!"
As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to the
bulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing the
bulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and started
rubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch with
each loving movement up his leg.
She watched her horny young son close his eyes and gasp in pleasure-pain
when she allowed her long warm fingers to finally touch the
supersensitive head of his throbbing cock.
She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers
made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when
she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.
Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely
concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up!
His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot
length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of
his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her
fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.
He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body.
His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She
was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange
mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.
How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the
taboos against i****t and just start playing with his cock as if he were
her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things
did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to
do to him?
Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when
he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.
Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both
hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with
excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's
pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own
free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.
The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made
the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting
remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew
how depraved and taboo i****t was, and the sense of wickedness made it
more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.
"Do you like my hands on your cock, son? Wouldn't you like to feel your
mother's fingers on the naked shaft of your prick, Terry? Doesn't that
make your balls ache? Just the thought of it makes my pussy tingle all
over! Wouldn't you like me to get that big beautiful cock of yours out
and rub it for you?"
Sheila looked into her son's open pants, unbuckling his belt and
unbuttoning his denims with the eagerness of a loose slut in heat.
Terry tried to answer his mother, tried to tell her that she could do
anything she wanted with him, but his voice failed him. The jerking and
throbbing of his hard-on was all the answer she needed.
"I see you're wearing underwear this morning. You don't wear underwear
when you go out with Wendy. Were you trying to hide this big beautiful
cock from me this morning, Terry?" she teased, reaching into her son's
pants and grabbing the pouch of his balls with her eager hand, cupping
his nuts and squeezing gently on the sperm-filled balls. Terry almost
choked when he heard her remarks about trying to hide his hard-on. It
was as if she knew all about his dream and his uncontrollable sex
fantasies about her.
He opened his eyes and stared between his legs as his mother pushed his
tight Levi's down around his hips, exposing his lower body to her
explorations. He still fought the urge to jump up and run away. But who
would he run to? Where could he hide from the urges he felt toward his
mother?
He sat before her like a c***d, letting her explore his genitals to her
heart's content. He felt his urge to escape diminishing slowly the more
she worked him over.
"You have a wonderful cock, darling! I saw it last night you know," she
said matter-of-factly, looking into his glittering eyes for his
reaction.
"You ... you saw it?!" Terry gasped.
"Yes, lover, I saw it. I felt it too. Don't you remember something
delicious about last night? Didn't you find cum on your sheets this
morning, Terry? Didn't you have a nice wet dream last night?"
"God yeah! But... it couldn't have been you! It couldn't! I dreamed
about... about you!" Terry's throat felt as dry as cotton.
"It wasn't really a dream, darling! I sneaked into your room last night
and masturbated you until you came in my hand!" Sheila felt more and
more lascivious by the second.
"But ... why?" Terry asked, swallowing hard, his back stiffening as she
tried to pull his hard cock out of his pants.
"Oh, I don't know, Terry, not really. Something happened last night that
made me a bit horny. That's all, lover. I've been without a man so very
long you know. And there you were, lying in bed and sleeping so
peacefully. You looked so young and handsome lying there! I just
couldn't resist looking at you. I pulled your sheet off and started
playing with your cock, Terry. The more I played with it the harder it
got, and pretty soon I was jacking you off just like I used to do for
your daddy! I stuck my hand up my cunt and made myself come just at the
same time you shot that big load into your sheets. I was afraid that you
might wake up and catch me at it! I was terrified all the time, son. I
suppose I must have felt the way you feel now. But I'm not afraid any
more, darling. I'm much too hungry for cock to be afraid of you any
more. You have such a nice hard prick! And I really need it! May I have
it, Terry! Please?"
Sheila's cunt tingled with lust for her horny son.
"Oh shit, Mom! Yeah! I can't stand this any more! Take it! Take the
goddamn thing! You gotta take it now, Mom!" Terry cried, his lusts
bursting and exploding inside him like bombs.
"Then you want me too? Do you want me as much as I want you? How long
have you wanted me?" Sheila asked, her eyes wet with brimming tears of
joy.
"Ever since I came back! I've thought about you all the time! Sometimes
I even think about you when I fuck Wendy! I couldn't help it, Mom! I get
horny whenever I think about you! You're so goddamn sexy! You're the
sexiest woman in the world, Mom!" Terry said, reaching out and touching
his mother's shoulders.
"Stand up, darling! Let mother examine that beautiful prick!"
Terry obeyed willingly, if somewhat shakily, standing up and dropping
his arms at his sides. Terry clenched his teeth and held his breath
while his mother tugged his tight pants down to his knees. He felt
considerable discomfort for a moment when the unyielding shaft of his
cock was almost bent double as it pulled from his pants-leg.
"My God, Terry! It's even bigger than it was last night, but then I only
saw it in the moonlight! It's even bigger than Blake's! Does it taste as
good as it looks, dear? May I, son? May I taste your big hard cock?"
Sheila licked her wet lips, looking wanton and wild.
Before Terry could answer, Sheila bent toward her son's towering cock
and pressed her eager lips against the sensitive cock-head.
Terry shouted out loud when he felt his mother's lips against his
dripping dick.
"Mom! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Oh shit! This is too much!"
"It's too much all right, darling. It's too much to get into my little
mouth! But I'll try awfully hard!"
Sheila flicked out her tongue and licked up the rivulets of crystal
clear pre-seminal fluid that ran down the shaft of his big erection.
Sheila wrapped her warm fingers around her boy's swollen prick and began
beating him off slowly while she wrapped her wet lips around the
underside of his cock-head and began sucking him with a passion. She
forced her hand down the shaft of his prick until her knuckles touched
the swollen balls and then moved it up again until her hand was near the
flange of his slippery cock-head.
Terry stood on his tiptoes, his excitement was so intense. His cock
stood straight up against his belly when his mother let go of it, harder
and longer than it had ever been before.
The boy almost died when his mother pulled her lips away from his
dripping cock and let it snap up against his hard stomach.
Sheila smiled up at him and wiped some hot pre-cum off her glistening
lips with two fingers.
"Did you like that, darling? Do I do that as well as dear little Wendy?"
she asked in a syrupy voice.
"Christ yeah! You do it better, Mom! Do it again! Come on! Do it again!
You gotta do it!" her son begged, the tension in his balls taking
control of his senses.
"I'd love to do it for you again, Terry, but I'm afraid I might make you
come! I don't want that beautiful cock to go soft on me already!" she
said teasingly, touching the very tip of his dick with her index finger.
"It won't get soft, Mom! It never gets soft until I come three or four
times! Come on, please! Please put it in your mouth again, Mom! There's
nothin' like it! You do it better than any girl I've ever had! Suck me
off, Mom! Suck my goddamn cock and make me shoot!" Terry pleaded, his
balls on fire.
"Are you sure you won't lose this beautiful stiff one, Terry? I have all
sorts of wonderful ideas in mind for us! Can you keep it up long
enough?"
"I can keep it up all day, Mom! Honest to God! Just suck it some more!"
he gasped, his half-covered legs shaking with excitement.
"Will you do anything in the world for me if I suck you off and make you
come right now?" Sheila asked wickedly, touching the eye-slit of his
hard prick again and transferring a droplet of slippery fluid to her
lips.
"I'll do anything! Anything at all, Mom! I promise! Oh shit! You gotta
do it for me! I'll do anything! I've never felt like this before! I feel
like I'm gonna come even if you don't suck it!"
Terry felt his nuts tightening.
Terry had never begged anyone for anything before, but then he had never
felt as desperate as this before. He knew that he would do anything in
the world she asked of him, no matter how depraved, no matter how
difficult, no matter how taboo. His mother had him by the balls and
showed no sign of letting go. She had gotten into his mind and had him
now body and soul.
"Well, darling, since you insist ..." Sheila said sweetly, wrapping both
hands around the enormous length of her son's stiff prick. "I would like
to taste your cum again. I tasted it last night after I jacked you off.
It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than your
father's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat this
time, lover? Why don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry for
your cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"
Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.
Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch of
her panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt,
wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash, wanted to feel
the shaft of his prick rubbing against the tiny hot bud of her clitoris,
wanted to feel flashes of lightning in her belly.
She knew her time would come, her time of cunt-melting stimulation.
First she had to show her horny son that she would do anything in the
world to make him happy. First she had to seal their new and taboo
relationship by sucking his wad out of his balls.
She began pounding up and down on her son's arching erection with both
hands at once, making his big balls slap against her fists with each
wild downward stroke. She took as much of him into her mouth as she
could and worked her long loving tongue over the super-sensitive
cock-head.
She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more the
longer she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hard
young cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knew
that she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had ever
done for his father.
Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big mature
cock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent of
his cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and going
mad with passion.
"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I ... I ... I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna
squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his
balls exploded.
Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated
balls erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad
shot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot
into her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting
pleasure imaginable.
He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his
life, and his own mother had brought him to it!
Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into
her mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made
thick wet, gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried
in vain to swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her
with all his youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her
sucking throat. She felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up
against her tonsils as he shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of
his dark pubic hair pressing up against her soft face.
When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face
from his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping
from her wet lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips
against her son's, making him taste his own cum.
"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in
his glittering eyes.
"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I ... I don't
believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"
Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the
blow job.
"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of
his sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love
the other things I have in mind!"
Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto
the sun deck.
Terry turned, facing her, looking down at his mother's lovely face, the
face of a wildly exciting woman. He still couldn't believe that she was
actually kneeling between his legs, still couldn't believe that she was
talking to him so obscenely, so teasingly, still couldn't believe that
she would really do any of the things she was suggesting.
When he felt the touch of her soft hand on his upper leg, he realized
that he wasn't dreaming any more.
Sheila felt her young son's legs become stiff when she laid her hand on
his muscular upper leg only an inch or two from the head of his enormous
cock. The terrified look on the boy's handsome young face made her
shiver inside. She was having trouble keeping up her facade of calm.
Inside she seethed with excitement.
She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot
hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against
him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She
wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they
both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.
But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep
him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her.
"Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly.
"Sometimes," Terry whispered.
"I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a
wicked smile.
"How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the
afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock.
"Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better,
dear?"
"I don't know! I ... I'm still scared! I've never felt like this
before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand kneaded the muscle of
his upper leg.
"Relax, darling, relax! We both want this, don't we?" Sheila smiled at
her son.
"I ... I guess ... but..."
"I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we're
both hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indulge our ...
desires!"
As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to the
bulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing the
bulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and started
rubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch with
each loving movement up his leg.
She watched her horny young son close his eyes and gasp in pleasure-pain
when she allowed her long warm fingers to finally touch the
supersensitive head of his throbbing cock.
She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers
made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when
she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.
Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely
concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up!
His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot
length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of
his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her
fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.
He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body.
His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She
was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange
mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.
How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the
taboos against i****t and just start playing with his cock as if he were
her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things
did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to
do to him?
Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when
he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.
Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both
hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with
excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's
pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own
free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.
The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made
the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting
remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew
how depraved and taboo i****t was, and the sense of wickedness made it
more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.
"Do you like my hands on your cock, son? Wouldn't you like to feel your
mother's fingers on the naked shaft of your prick, Terry? Doesn't that
make your balls ache? Just the thought of it makes my pussy tingle all
over! Wouldn't you like me to get that big beautiful cock of yours out
and rub it for you?"
Sheila looked into her son's open pants, unbuckling his belt and
unbuttoning his denims with the eagerness of a loose slut in heat.
Terry tried to answer his mother, tried to tell her that she could do
anything she wanted with him, but his voice failed him. The jerking and
throbbing of his hard-on was all the answer she needed.
"I see you're wearing underwear this morning. You don't wear underwear
when you go out with Wendy. Were you trying to hide this big beautiful
cock from me this morning, Terry?" she teased, reaching into her son's
pants and grabbing the pouch of his balls with her eager hand, cupping
his nuts and squeezing gently on the sperm-filled balls. Terry almost
choked when he heard her remarks about trying to hide his hard-on. It
was as if she knew all about his dream and his uncontrollable sex
fantasies about her.
He opened his eyes and stared between his legs as his mother pushed his
tight Levi's down around his hips, exposing his lower body to her
explorations. He still fought the urge to jump up and run away. But who
would he run to? Where could he hide from the urges he felt toward his
mother?
He sat before her like a c***d, letting her explore his genitals to her
heart's content. He felt his urge to escape diminishing slowly the more
she worked him over.
"You have a wonderful cock, darling! I saw it last night you know," she
said matter-of-factly, looking into his glittering eyes for his
reaction.
"You ... you saw it?!" Terry gasped.
"Yes, lover, I saw it. I felt it too. Don't you remember something
delicious about last night? Didn't you find cum on your sheets this
morning, Terry? Didn't you have a nice wet dream last night?"
"God yeah! But... it couldn't have been you! It couldn't! I dreamed
about... about you!" Terry's throat felt as dry as cotton.
"It wasn't really a dream, darling! I sneaked into your room last night
and masturbated you until you came in my hand!" Sheila felt more and
more lascivious by the second.
"But ... why?" Terry asked, swallowing hard, his back stiffening as she
tried to pull his hard cock out of his pants.
"Oh, I don't know, Terry, not really. Something happened last night that
made me a bit horny. That's all, lover. I've been without a man so very
long you know. And there you were, lying in bed and sleeping so
peacefully. You looked so young and handsome lying there! I just
couldn't resist looking at you. I pulled your sheet off and started
playing with your cock, Terry. The more I played with it the harder it
got, and pretty soon I was jacking you off just like I used to do for
your daddy! I stuck my hand up my cunt and made myself come just at the
same time you shot that big load into your sheets. I was afraid that you
might wake up and catch me at it! I was terrified all the time, son. I
suppose I must have felt the way you feel now. But I'm not afraid any
more, darling. I'm much too hungry for cock to be afraid of you any
more. You have such a nice hard prick! And I really need it! May I have
it, Terry! Please?"
Sheila's cunt tingled with lust for her horny son.
"Oh shit, Mom! Yeah! I can't stand this any more! Take it! Take the
goddamn thing! You gotta take it now, Mom!" Terry cried, his lusts
bursting and exploding inside him like bombs.
"Then you want me too? Do you want me as much as I want you? How long
have you wanted me?" Sheila asked, her eyes wet with brimming tears of
joy.
"Ever since I came back! I've thought about you all the time! Sometimes
I even think about you when I fuck Wendy! I couldn't help it, Mom! I get
horny whenever I think about you! You're so goddamn sexy! You're the
sexiest woman in the world, Mom!" Terry said, reaching out and touching
his mother's shoulders.
"Stand up, darling! Let mother examine that beautiful prick!"
Terry obeyed willingly, if somewhat shakily, standing up and dropping
his arms at his sides. Terry clenched his teeth and held his breath
while his mother tugged his tight pants down to his knees. He felt
considerable discomfort for a moment when the unyielding shaft of his
cock was almost bent double as it pulled from his pants-leg.
"My God, Terry! It's even bigger than it was last night, but then I only
saw it in the moonlight! It's even bigger than Blake's! Does it taste as
good as it looks, dear? May I, son? May I taste your big hard cock?"
Sheila licked her wet lips, looking wanton and wild.
Before Terry could answer, Sheila bent toward her son's towering cock
and pressed her eager lips against the sensitive cock-head.
Terry shouted out loud when he felt his mother's lips against his
dripping dick.
"Mom! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Oh shit! This is too much!"
"It's too much all right, darling. It's too much to get into my little
mouth! But I'll try awfully hard!"
Sheila flicked out her tongue and licked up the rivulets of crystal
clear pre-seminal fluid that ran down the shaft of his big erection.
Sheila wrapped her warm fingers around her boy's swollen prick and began
beating him off slowly while she wrapped her wet lips around the
underside of his cock-head and began sucking him with a passion. She
forced her hand down the shaft of his prick until her knuckles touched
the swollen balls and then moved it up again until her hand was near the
flange of his slippery cock-head.
Terry stood on his tiptoes, his excitement was so intense. His cock
stood straight up against his belly when his mother let go of it, harder
and longer than it had ever been before.
The boy almost died when his mother pulled her lips away from his
dripping cock and let it snap up against his hard stomach.
Sheila smiled up at him and wiped some hot pre-cum off her glistening
lips with two fingers.
"Did you like that, darling? Do I do that as well as dear little Wendy?"
she asked in a syrupy voice.
"Christ yeah! You do it better, Mom! Do it again! Come on! Do it again!
You gotta do it!" her son begged, the tension in his balls taking
control of his senses.
"I'd love to do it for you again, Terry, but I'm afraid I might make you
come! I don't want that beautiful cock to go soft on me already!" she
said teasingly, touching the very tip of his dick with her index finger.
"It won't get soft, Mom! It never gets soft until I come three or four
times! Come on, please! Please put it in your mouth again, Mom! There's
nothin' like it! You do it better than any girl I've ever had! Suck me
off, Mom! Suck my goddamn cock and make me shoot!" Terry pleaded, his
balls on fire.
"Are you sure you won't lose this beautiful stiff one, Terry? I have all
sorts of wonderful ideas in mind for us! Can you keep it up long
enough?"
"I can keep it up all day, Mom! Honest to God! Just suck it some more!"
he gasped, his half-covered legs shaking with excitement.
"Will you do anything in the world for me if I suck you off and make you
come right now?" Sheila asked wickedly, touching the eye-slit of his
hard prick again and transferring a droplet of slippery fluid to her
lips.
"I'll do anything! Anything at all, Mom! I promise! Oh shit! You gotta
do it for me! I'll do anything! I've never felt like this before! I feel
like I'm gonna come even if you don't suck it!"
Terry felt his nuts tightening.
Terry had never begged anyone for anything before, but then he had never
felt as desperate as this before. He knew that he would do anything in
the world she asked of him, no matter how depraved, no matter how
difficult, no matter how taboo. His mother had him by the balls and
showed no sign of letting go. She had gotten into his mind and had him
now body and soul.
"Well, darling, since you insist ..." Sheila said sweetly, wrapping both
hands around the enormous length of her son's stiff prick. "I would like
to taste your cum again. I tasted it last night after I jacked you off.
It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than your
father's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat this
time, lover? Why don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry for
your cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"
Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.
Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch of
her panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt,
wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash, wanted to feel
the shaft of his prick rubbing against the tiny hot bud of her clitoris,
wanted to feel flashes of lightning in her belly.
She knew her time would come, her time of cunt-melting stimulation.
First she had to show her horny son that she would do anything in the
world to make him happy. First she had to seal their new and taboo
relationship by sucking his wad out of his balls.
She began pounding up and down on her son's arching erection with both
hands at once, making his big balls slap against her fists with each
wild downward stroke. She took as much of him into her mouth as she
could and worked her long loving tongue over the super-sensitive
cock-head.
She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more the
longer she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hard
young cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knew
that she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had ever
done for his father.
Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big mature
cock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent of
his cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and going
mad with passion.
"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I ... I ... I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna
squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his
balls exploded.
Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated
balls erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad
shot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot
into her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting
pleasure imaginable.
He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his
life, and his own mother had brought him to it!
Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into
her mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made
thick wet, gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried
in vain to swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her
with all his youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her
sucking throat. She felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up
against her tonsils as he shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of
his dark pubic hair pressing up against her soft face.
When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face
from his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping
from her wet lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips
against her son's, making him taste his own cum.
"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in
his glittering eyes.
"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I ... I don't
believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"
Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the
blow job.
"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of
his sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love
the other things I have in mind!"
Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto
the sun deck.
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