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Chapter 6
By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila had
managed to regain some semblance of self-control after her terrible
ordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but an
emotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at the
hands of the brutal r****ts, but her image of herself had suffered too.
In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too good
for the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apart
from them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention of
submitting herself to their desires.
Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerful
urges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced to
submit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she had
entered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she had
enjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-life
had taken a new turn.
She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of course,
had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a way no
woman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry and Wendy
fucked together on the beach.
But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from the
safety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked into
the whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.
She had sucked a young boy's cock, had allowed several horny men to fuck
her and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her with
revulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been so
close in the theater.
Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after so
long without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would pull
her to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she had
him in a wild night of i****tuous fucking and sucking.
She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son. It
was only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust she
felt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand, hoped
that she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.
The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting to
disturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of disorder,
Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three in the
morning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she was
covered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.
She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to wash
them out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tattered
cum-splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she would
burn them.
Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very careful
not to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the hall from
hers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the softening
warmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally felt clean
again after her night of shame and torment. Things didn't look nearly as
bad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her recently violated
cunt was quite another matter.
Sheila couldn't resist dipping her sudsy hands between her slippery-wet
legs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her into so much
trouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard thick cock
buried deep in her hot twat, could still feel the a****l warmth of it
between her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against her turgid
little clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between the
lips of her moist cunt.
She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own
finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it.
She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the
rushing heat of her orgasm.
Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to the
dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined that
her son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny son
stood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering his
cock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.
She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry's enormous
smooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the slippery
shaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her sexiest
smile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face as he
watched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself running her
thumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop of pre-cum
fluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending toward the
boy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those wet warm
lips against the dripping head of her son's cock.
Sheila's eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken flesh
of her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with Terry.
She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son's furry groin, making a
cloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his balls in
her wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing the
sperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She imagined
feeling the boy's strong young body become suddenly hard when she
plunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his huge
cock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry's throbbing
cock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-head
swelling against her tonsils.
Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila imagined
sucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement. She
imagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined feeling
his sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her tongue
flew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined pulling her head
back and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm, making
him wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop when her
sucking lips pulled free of her son's penis, imagined hearing a painful
gasp escape the boy's lips.
Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost see
stars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she imagined
the maddening things she could do for her son, and the maddening things
he could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon as his erection
had snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined standing before
the boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with warm water,
imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her cunt.
Sheila imagined herself lifting her wet tits and offering them to her
sixteen-year-old son, imagined her nipples stiffening with excitement as
the boy ogled her tits. She imagined the boy rubbing a soapy wash-cloth
over her naked tits at her suggestion, imagined great clouds of suds
running down between the bulging fleshy globes of her tits. She imagined
him running his strong young hands over her tits until she trembled
inside.
As the fire in her twat continued to rage, Sheila imagined the boy
burying his handsome face in the suds that ran down her slightly
outcurved naked belly. She imagined feeling her son's tongue flicking
over her naked flesh. She imagined feeling his face moving down to her
wet thighs, coming closer and closer to the wet hair of her love-mound.
She imagined herself whispering sweetly as her son fell to his knees on
the shower floor. She imagined herself reassuring the boy, reassuring
him that she really wanted him to lick and suck her dripping cunt.
Sheila buried her fingers in the folds of her juicy cunt, moving them
inside herself as she writhed in lusty heat. She imagined feeling
Terry's nervous yet eager lips grazing the lips of her pussy. She
imagined reaching between her lithe legs and spreading her cunt open for
him, imagined herself leaning backwards and opening her dripping pussy
for her young son. She imagined his eyes when he looked up at her in
amazement. She imagined putting her warm hand on his head and moving his
face closer and closer to her downy twat.
Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips of
her tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.
It was as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with the
lips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bending
flash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her naked
tits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, felt
the very tits that had nourished him.
Sheila imagined her son licking wildly at her cunt, imagined his tongue
working fast and furiously between the gaping lips of her hot pussy. She
imagined him chewing gently but greedily on the hot wet flesh of her
excited twat.
Sheila's dripping cunt tingled and burned with lusty fire, a fire that
could not be extinguished even by the cascades of water that still ran
down between her legs. She imagined her son rising at her command and
inserting his arching erection between the lips of her musky twat. She
imagined his cock in her cunt, imagined it splitting her belly with its
enormous size. She imagined the hard blood-filled cock sawing in and out
of her cunt, imagined it moving faster and faster the hornier her son
became.
The hot-assed woman could feel her twat moistening as her imagination
ran away with her. Her sucking cunt grabbed the fingers that she had
stuffed inside it. By now she had inserted her entire hand into her
pussy.
She made a fist inside her cunt-hole and twisted her hand inside her.
She gasped when she felt her knuckles rubbing against her inner flesh,
driving her wilder and wilder. Tingling, tugging, surging sensations
flooded her quivering cunt.
The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it was
as if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick as
her wrist, a cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.
Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing her
fist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silken
thighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knew
that she could make herself go off wildly at any second.
But it was not enough somehow. It was not enough to bring herself off by
masturbation now that she had experienced a real fucking and sucking
again after going without it for three years. Her cunt still ached from
the wild fucking she had had in the theater.
Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experience
had taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almost
grateful to the r****ts for bringing her so shockingly back to the real
world of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation for
her. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.
She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while her
cunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of her
lust. Nothing was beyond her now.
Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left the
shower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of a
cunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward her
sixteen-year-old boy's room, her brain filled with images of fucking and
sucking.
The light was off in Terry's room. She hoped he was asleep. As she stood
outside his room, she realized that she had no idea in the world how to
approach her son. She also realized now that she had no choice but to
try, no matter how depraved her act would be, no matter how uncertain
the outcome.
Sheila trembled when she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open
ever so quietly. Terry was sleeping soundly, and no wonder. When she
remembered that the boy had probably been fucking Wendy all night,
Sheila's heart skipped a beat.
It was no wonder that the boy looked so smooth and quiet as he lay there
bathed in the moonlight that filtered in through his open window.
Terry's night of fucking had not been nearly as exhausting as Sheila's.
And yet she still burned with a sex-fire that kept her wide awake and
sensitive to every sensation, every sound, every scent, every sight.
She drifted to the side of the boy's bed and looked down at him.
She was overcome with love and passion for her long-neglected son. He
was so handsome lying there, his naked body covered only by a thin white
sheet. He lay on his back, his sheet down around his waist, his chest
and arms exposed to her admiring gaze. She had never had the opportunity
to look at her son so closely before, at least not in the years since he
had developed into young manhood.
The horny mother feasted her eyes on the boy's youthful body, drinking
in the smoothness of his swelling muscles, the rippling muscles of his
hard stomach, the look of peace on his boyish face. He looked so
innocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that only
hours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.
Sheila stood there in her son's room and stared at him with fucking and
sucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with feminine
passion. She had to touch him.
She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly.
She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Her
hand dropped lightly on the muscles of his chest.
She dared to let her exploring hand travel down over his chest to his
smooth stomach. She shivered when she traced a circle around his navel.
She thrilled to the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair that grew just
below his belly button and grew slightly thicker until it disappeared
beneath his sheet.
Wild inside, Sheila's fingers sneaked beneath her son's sheet. She
trembled when she felt the warm flesh of his lower belly, trembled still
more when she felt him stir slightly. She dared not wake him. What would
he think of her if he caught her feeling him up? She was his mother, not
his girl friend! It would be too great a shock for the boy.
She drew her hand away quickly and started to leave the room, her heart
racing wildly.
She was about to leave the room when something drew her back. Terry's
flesh was too warm to resist. He was much too young and handsome. She
couldn't simply walk away from him now, couldn't give up her depraved
plan.
She almost ran to the side of the bed, falling to her knees and hoping
beyond hope that he would remain blissfully unaware of the terrible
things she was about to do to him.
Holding her breath, Sheila drew the sheet down over Terry's sleeping
body, exposing more and more of his naked body. She sucked in her breath
when she saw the nest of his sex-hair. She gasped when she saw the thick
root of his prick. She dropped the sheet around his naked tanned thighs
when she saw the full length of his prick.
It was even bigger than it had looked on the beach through her
binoculars, even more beautiful. It was no wonder, she thought, that
Wendy ate his cock up so greedily. She had to touch his prick! But did
she dare? Did she dare touch her own son's naked dick? Surely he would
wake up. And if he did wake up, what could she possibly say or do?
When she had entered his room, she had been prepared for anything. Now
that she was about to make the move that could force an encounter with
her young son, however, she had second thoughts. Her cunt made the
decision for her.
Her fingers trembling, Sheila moved her hand down between her son's long
muscular legs and approached his resting prick. Her fingers hovered over
the eight-inch length of warm flesh while her other hand pushed his
sheet down all the way to his ankles. She could feel the incredibly
exciting warmth of Terry's prick as she allowed her fingertips to
flutter over the skin of his cock.
Her heart fluttered when she wrapped her fingers around her
sixteen-year-old boy's prick. At sixteen he was already as well hung as
his father had been. In spite of her hatred of Blake, she suddenly swam
with memories of how wonderful he had made her feel with his big hard
prick. She wondered if Terry could make her feel as wonderful with his.
She remembered the taste and scent of Blake's hard cock. She had to do
it! She had to bend over the boy and see if his prick tasted as good as
it looked.
Sheila lifted Terry's soft cock and held it up toward her lovely wet
lips. The boy's cock-meat filled her hand and filled her lusty mind with
excitement. Resting his cock in her hand, Sheila began softly kneading
his balls, weighing them carefully, wishing that she could make their
load of cum spurt through the shaft of his cock.
She sniffed the dark warm area between the boy's tanned legs and was
immediately intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy with passion. She moved
incredibly close to the sac of her son's sperm-filled balls and flicked
out her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt his
body stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let it
linger at the base of his prick.
She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy's cock
with her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into her
face. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all the
way up her twat. She wanted to gather his balls in her eager hand and
squeeze until his body stiffened. But she had to be careful not to do
anything that might awaken the boy.
Unable to resist kissing Terry's long thick prick, she lowered her
pretty mouth over his groin and breathed softly on the dark hair of his
lower belly. If she could only take the head of his cock in her mouth
without waking him. She had to try.
Listening carefully for signs of her son's waking, Sheila opened her
mouth wide and sucked in the soft head of his cock. Saliva ran from her
lips and down the soft shaft of the boy's sensitive prick, dampening his
balls. It wasn't long before his cock began to respond to his mother's
oral efforts. Even while he was asleep his eager young cock was quick to
lengthen and swell with blood.
Sheila knew that she was doing a terribly dangerous thing now. Surely
her son had to feel the tingling sensation in the head of his prick as
it stiffened and grew longer and thicker. Surely her son had to feel the
tension that she caused to build in his balls. She was afraid that he
would wake up at any moment, but still she continued to nibble and suck
at his meat.
Sheila sucked at her sleeping son's rampant erection until it puffed out
her cheeks. Seized by a sudden urge to see how large the boy's prick had
become, she let the prick jerk from her sucking face and snap up against
his groin. The head of the turgid cock extended well past his navel. She
saw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum ooze slowly from the eye-slit of
his prick.
She flicked out her tongue and caught the tiny droplet, tasting its
saltiness, savoring it, longing for more of the same. Wild and hungry
for her son's cock, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and held it
straight up from his crotch, going down on it voraciously, forgetting
that he could awaken at any minute and find his mother sucking his naked
cock.
Sheila's pussy was ablaze with sexual fire. Cunt-honey trickled down her
leg. The lips of her wildly excited cunt were wet with dew. Her clit was
alive with sensation. She had to touch herself, had to pinch the little
bud of flesh while she sucked her son off.
If only Terry could stroke her satiny clitoris. If only Terry could
press his warm lips against her cunt and sneak his tongue into her
seething pussy. If only he could bury his big juicy cock between the wet
folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and worked her pussy into a wet
musky froth with her hand.
Terry lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the depraved things his
lovely mother was doing to him. His blood-filled cock continued to swell
with power as his horny mother's hand raced up and down the shaft.
Jacking him off and sucking him at the same time, Sheila was slowly
making a tearing ball-busting orgasm well up inside him. Could she do
it? Could she make her son shoot his sweet-tasting cum into her sucking
mouth without waking him?
Sheila thought she would die when her son suddenly stirred, started to
roll over in his sleep. She held her breath and pulled her face off his
cock just as he rolled over. She watched in horror as he rolled over on
his stomach and began to stretch, forcing his huge dripping hard-on
against the mattress. Surely he would wake up now. Surely he would feel
the turgid head of his cock rubbing against the sheet.
She knew that she should turn and run from the room. Instead she stared
at her son's flexing legs and ass, stared between the crack of his ass
at the tight sac of his tense balls. She couldn't leave him now. She
would wait and hold her breath.
Sheila's cunt tightened around her diddling fingers when she saw her
son's body go limp again after his long stretch. He was still asleep.
Perhaps she could have her moment of fulfillment after all. Perhaps she
could make her son squirt his sperm all over his bed under the influence
of her busily working fingers.
Her fingers pinching her clit and working against the flesh of her
gaping cunt, Sheila sneaked her free hand under her son's warm body and
found the still-hard stalk of his cock. She gripped the shaft of the
boy's stiff prick and began squeezing and moving it against the crisp
material of the sheet.
It wasn't long before Sheila felt the rush of her orgasm. She closed her
eyes and stiffened in every fiber of her body. All the built-up
sensations of her dangerous and wildly exciting night of fucking and
diddling her cunt suddenly seemed to explode inside her. Her cunt
flashed again and again, flashed with sexual electricity. Honey ran from
the lips of her sucking twat. She buried her fist in her seething cunt
and imagined Terry's cock inside her, pumping cream into her pussy
instead of into his sheet.
Her mad fist-fucking of her son's hard cock continued even as she
writhed in the heat of her climax. Just when she toppled from the
pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, Sheila felt her son's cock erupt. She felt
his young body become suddenly as hard as steel as his charge of passion
exploded in his balls.
Sheila sucked in her breath when she felt his ejaculation blasting into
her hand. She thought he would never stop squirting his cum. She felt
his body shaking as his nuts unloaded their pent-up energies. It was
more than she could stand.
Suddenly filled with an unspeakable fear of discovery, Sheila pulled her
hand from beneath her son's stirring body and stood up. Unable to resist
tasting his cum, Sheila put her fingers to her lips. A wicked smile
spread over her sperm-covered lips when she sucked his nutty-tasting cum
into her face. She rubbed her hand against the gash of her cunt, mixing
her son's hot cum with the juice of her pussy.
It had been beautiful, this first real encounter with her son. And yet
it was not enough. There was something almost dreamlike about it all,
something dreamlike about the way the moonlight spread a cold glow over
her son's naked body and her own. Perhaps he hadn't really been a
participant in their activities. Perhaps her manipulations had been
little more than another masturbation fantasy. But she knew that she was
one step closer to the encounter that would finally shatter the barrier
between herself and her innocent young son.
Sheila's eyes roved over the stirring body one last time before; she
turned and tiptoed out the door. Before she opened the door to her own
room, she licked her lips and swore to herself that she would take the
final step the very next day.
By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila had
managed to regain some semblance of self-control after her terrible
ordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but an
emotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at the
hands of the brutal r****ts, but her image of herself had suffered too.
In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too good
for the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apart
from them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention of
submitting herself to their desires.
Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerful
urges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced to
submit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she had
entered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she had
enjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-life
had taken a new turn.
She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of course,
had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a way no
woman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry and Wendy
fucked together on the beach.
But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from the
safety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked into
the whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.
She had sucked a young boy's cock, had allowed several horny men to fuck
her and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her with
revulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been so
close in the theater.
Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after so
long without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would pull
her to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she had
him in a wild night of i****tuous fucking and sucking.
She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son. It
was only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust she
felt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand, hoped
that she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.
The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting to
disturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of disorder,
Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three in the
morning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she was
covered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.
She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to wash
them out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tattered
cum-splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she would
burn them.
Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very careful
not to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the hall from
hers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the softening
warmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally felt clean
again after her night of shame and torment. Things didn't look nearly as
bad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her recently violated
cunt was quite another matter.
Sheila couldn't resist dipping her sudsy hands between her slippery-wet
legs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her into so much
trouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard thick cock
buried deep in her hot twat, could still feel the a****l warmth of it
between her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against her turgid
little clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between the
lips of her moist cunt.
She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own
finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it.
She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the
rushing heat of her orgasm.
Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to the
dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined that
her son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny son
stood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering his
cock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.
She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry's enormous
smooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the slippery
shaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her sexiest
smile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face as he
watched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself running her
thumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop of pre-cum
fluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending toward the
boy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those wet warm
lips against the dripping head of her son's cock.
Sheila's eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken flesh
of her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with Terry.
She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son's furry groin, making a
cloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his balls in
her wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing the
sperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She imagined
feeling the boy's strong young body become suddenly hard when she
plunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his huge
cock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry's throbbing
cock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-head
swelling against her tonsils.
Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila imagined
sucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement. She
imagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined feeling
his sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her tongue
flew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined pulling her head
back and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm, making
him wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop when her
sucking lips pulled free of her son's penis, imagined hearing a painful
gasp escape the boy's lips.
Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost see
stars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she imagined
the maddening things she could do for her son, and the maddening things
he could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon as his erection
had snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined standing before
the boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with warm water,
imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her cunt.
Sheila imagined herself lifting her wet tits and offering them to her
sixteen-year-old son, imagined her nipples stiffening with excitement as
the boy ogled her tits. She imagined the boy rubbing a soapy wash-cloth
over her naked tits at her suggestion, imagined great clouds of suds
running down between the bulging fleshy globes of her tits. She imagined
him running his strong young hands over her tits until she trembled
inside.
As the fire in her twat continued to rage, Sheila imagined the boy
burying his handsome face in the suds that ran down her slightly
outcurved naked belly. She imagined feeling her son's tongue flicking
over her naked flesh. She imagined feeling his face moving down to her
wet thighs, coming closer and closer to the wet hair of her love-mound.
She imagined herself whispering sweetly as her son fell to his knees on
the shower floor. She imagined herself reassuring the boy, reassuring
him that she really wanted him to lick and suck her dripping cunt.
Sheila buried her fingers in the folds of her juicy cunt, moving them
inside herself as she writhed in lusty heat. She imagined feeling
Terry's nervous yet eager lips grazing the lips of her pussy. She
imagined reaching between her lithe legs and spreading her cunt open for
him, imagined herself leaning backwards and opening her dripping pussy
for her young son. She imagined his eyes when he looked up at her in
amazement. She imagined putting her warm hand on his head and moving his
face closer and closer to her downy twat.
Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips of
her tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.
It was as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with the
lips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bending
flash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her naked
tits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, felt
the very tits that had nourished him.
Sheila imagined her son licking wildly at her cunt, imagined his tongue
working fast and furiously between the gaping lips of her hot pussy. She
imagined him chewing gently but greedily on the hot wet flesh of her
excited twat.
Sheila's dripping cunt tingled and burned with lusty fire, a fire that
could not be extinguished even by the cascades of water that still ran
down between her legs. She imagined her son rising at her command and
inserting his arching erection between the lips of her musky twat. She
imagined his cock in her cunt, imagined it splitting her belly with its
enormous size. She imagined the hard blood-filled cock sawing in and out
of her cunt, imagined it moving faster and faster the hornier her son
became.
The hot-assed woman could feel her twat moistening as her imagination
ran away with her. Her sucking cunt grabbed the fingers that she had
stuffed inside it. By now she had inserted her entire hand into her
pussy.
She made a fist inside her cunt-hole and twisted her hand inside her.
She gasped when she felt her knuckles rubbing against her inner flesh,
driving her wilder and wilder. Tingling, tugging, surging sensations
flooded her quivering cunt.
The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it was
as if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick as
her wrist, a cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.
Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing her
fist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silken
thighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knew
that she could make herself go off wildly at any second.
But it was not enough somehow. It was not enough to bring herself off by
masturbation now that she had experienced a real fucking and sucking
again after going without it for three years. Her cunt still ached from
the wild fucking she had had in the theater.
Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experience
had taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almost
grateful to the r****ts for bringing her so shockingly back to the real
world of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation for
her. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.
She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while her
cunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of her
lust. Nothing was beyond her now.
Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left the
shower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of a
cunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward her
sixteen-year-old boy's room, her brain filled with images of fucking and
sucking.
The light was off in Terry's room. She hoped he was asleep. As she stood
outside his room, she realized that she had no idea in the world how to
approach her son. She also realized now that she had no choice but to
try, no matter how depraved her act would be, no matter how uncertain
the outcome.
Sheila trembled when she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open
ever so quietly. Terry was sleeping soundly, and no wonder. When she
remembered that the boy had probably been fucking Wendy all night,
Sheila's heart skipped a beat.
It was no wonder that the boy looked so smooth and quiet as he lay there
bathed in the moonlight that filtered in through his open window.
Terry's night of fucking had not been nearly as exhausting as Sheila's.
And yet she still burned with a sex-fire that kept her wide awake and
sensitive to every sensation, every sound, every scent, every sight.
She drifted to the side of the boy's bed and looked down at him.
She was overcome with love and passion for her long-neglected son. He
was so handsome lying there, his naked body covered only by a thin white
sheet. He lay on his back, his sheet down around his waist, his chest
and arms exposed to her admiring gaze. She had never had the opportunity
to look at her son so closely before, at least not in the years since he
had developed into young manhood.
The horny mother feasted her eyes on the boy's youthful body, drinking
in the smoothness of his swelling muscles, the rippling muscles of his
hard stomach, the look of peace on his boyish face. He looked so
innocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that only
hours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.
Sheila stood there in her son's room and stared at him with fucking and
sucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with feminine
passion. She had to touch him.
She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly.
She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Her
hand dropped lightly on the muscles of his chest.
She dared to let her exploring hand travel down over his chest to his
smooth stomach. She shivered when she traced a circle around his navel.
She thrilled to the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair that grew just
below his belly button and grew slightly thicker until it disappeared
beneath his sheet.
Wild inside, Sheila's fingers sneaked beneath her son's sheet. She
trembled when she felt the warm flesh of his lower belly, trembled still
more when she felt him stir slightly. She dared not wake him. What would
he think of her if he caught her feeling him up? She was his mother, not
his girl friend! It would be too great a shock for the boy.
She drew her hand away quickly and started to leave the room, her heart
racing wildly.
She was about to leave the room when something drew her back. Terry's
flesh was too warm to resist. He was much too young and handsome. She
couldn't simply walk away from him now, couldn't give up her depraved
plan.
She almost ran to the side of the bed, falling to her knees and hoping
beyond hope that he would remain blissfully unaware of the terrible
things she was about to do to him.
Holding her breath, Sheila drew the sheet down over Terry's sleeping
body, exposing more and more of his naked body. She sucked in her breath
when she saw the nest of his sex-hair. She gasped when she saw the thick
root of his prick. She dropped the sheet around his naked tanned thighs
when she saw the full length of his prick.
It was even bigger than it had looked on the beach through her
binoculars, even more beautiful. It was no wonder, she thought, that
Wendy ate his cock up so greedily. She had to touch his prick! But did
she dare? Did she dare touch her own son's naked dick? Surely he would
wake up. And if he did wake up, what could she possibly say or do?
When she had entered his room, she had been prepared for anything. Now
that she was about to make the move that could force an encounter with
her young son, however, she had second thoughts. Her cunt made the
decision for her.
Her fingers trembling, Sheila moved her hand down between her son's long
muscular legs and approached his resting prick. Her fingers hovered over
the eight-inch length of warm flesh while her other hand pushed his
sheet down all the way to his ankles. She could feel the incredibly
exciting warmth of Terry's prick as she allowed her fingertips to
flutter over the skin of his cock.
Her heart fluttered when she wrapped her fingers around her
sixteen-year-old boy's prick. At sixteen he was already as well hung as
his father had been. In spite of her hatred of Blake, she suddenly swam
with memories of how wonderful he had made her feel with his big hard
prick. She wondered if Terry could make her feel as wonderful with his.
She remembered the taste and scent of Blake's hard cock. She had to do
it! She had to bend over the boy and see if his prick tasted as good as
it looked.
Sheila lifted Terry's soft cock and held it up toward her lovely wet
lips. The boy's cock-meat filled her hand and filled her lusty mind with
excitement. Resting his cock in her hand, Sheila began softly kneading
his balls, weighing them carefully, wishing that she could make their
load of cum spurt through the shaft of his cock.
She sniffed the dark warm area between the boy's tanned legs and was
immediately intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy with passion. She moved
incredibly close to the sac of her son's sperm-filled balls and flicked
out her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt his
body stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let it
linger at the base of his prick.
She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy's cock
with her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into her
face. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all the
way up her twat. She wanted to gather his balls in her eager hand and
squeeze until his body stiffened. But she had to be careful not to do
anything that might awaken the boy.
Unable to resist kissing Terry's long thick prick, she lowered her
pretty mouth over his groin and breathed softly on the dark hair of his
lower belly. If she could only take the head of his cock in her mouth
without waking him. She had to try.
Listening carefully for signs of her son's waking, Sheila opened her
mouth wide and sucked in the soft head of his cock. Saliva ran from her
lips and down the soft shaft of the boy's sensitive prick, dampening his
balls. It wasn't long before his cock began to respond to his mother's
oral efforts. Even while he was asleep his eager young cock was quick to
lengthen and swell with blood.
Sheila knew that she was doing a terribly dangerous thing now. Surely
her son had to feel the tingling sensation in the head of his prick as
it stiffened and grew longer and thicker. Surely her son had to feel the
tension that she caused to build in his balls. She was afraid that he
would wake up at any moment, but still she continued to nibble and suck
at his meat.
Sheila sucked at her sleeping son's rampant erection until it puffed out
her cheeks. Seized by a sudden urge to see how large the boy's prick had
become, she let the prick jerk from her sucking face and snap up against
his groin. The head of the turgid cock extended well past his navel. She
saw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum ooze slowly from the eye-slit of
his prick.
She flicked out her tongue and caught the tiny droplet, tasting its
saltiness, savoring it, longing for more of the same. Wild and hungry
for her son's cock, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and held it
straight up from his crotch, going down on it voraciously, forgetting
that he could awaken at any minute and find his mother sucking his naked
cock.
Sheila's pussy was ablaze with sexual fire. Cunt-honey trickled down her
leg. The lips of her wildly excited cunt were wet with dew. Her clit was
alive with sensation. She had to touch herself, had to pinch the little
bud of flesh while she sucked her son off.
If only Terry could stroke her satiny clitoris. If only Terry could
press his warm lips against her cunt and sneak his tongue into her
seething pussy. If only he could bury his big juicy cock between the wet
folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and worked her pussy into a wet
musky froth with her hand.
Terry lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the depraved things his
lovely mother was doing to him. His blood-filled cock continued to swell
with power as his horny mother's hand raced up and down the shaft.
Jacking him off and sucking him at the same time, Sheila was slowly
making a tearing ball-busting orgasm well up inside him. Could she do
it? Could she make her son shoot his sweet-tasting cum into her sucking
mouth without waking him?
Sheila thought she would die when her son suddenly stirred, started to
roll over in his sleep. She held her breath and pulled her face off his
cock just as he rolled over. She watched in horror as he rolled over on
his stomach and began to stretch, forcing his huge dripping hard-on
against the mattress. Surely he would wake up now. Surely he would feel
the turgid head of his cock rubbing against the sheet.
She knew that she should turn and run from the room. Instead she stared
at her son's flexing legs and ass, stared between the crack of his ass
at the tight sac of his tense balls. She couldn't leave him now. She
would wait and hold her breath.
Sheila's cunt tightened around her diddling fingers when she saw her
son's body go limp again after his long stretch. He was still asleep.
Perhaps she could have her moment of fulfillment after all. Perhaps she
could make her son squirt his sperm all over his bed under the influence
of her busily working fingers.
Her fingers pinching her clit and working against the flesh of her
gaping cunt, Sheila sneaked her free hand under her son's warm body and
found the still-hard stalk of his cock. She gripped the shaft of the
boy's stiff prick and began squeezing and moving it against the crisp
material of the sheet.
It wasn't long before Sheila felt the rush of her orgasm. She closed her
eyes and stiffened in every fiber of her body. All the built-up
sensations of her dangerous and wildly exciting night of fucking and
diddling her cunt suddenly seemed to explode inside her. Her cunt
flashed again and again, flashed with sexual electricity. Honey ran from
the lips of her sucking twat. She buried her fist in her seething cunt
and imagined Terry's cock inside her, pumping cream into her pussy
instead of into his sheet.
Her mad fist-fucking of her son's hard cock continued even as she
writhed in the heat of her climax. Just when she toppled from the
pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, Sheila felt her son's cock erupt. She felt
his young body become suddenly as hard as steel as his charge of passion
exploded in his balls.
Sheila sucked in her breath when she felt his ejaculation blasting into
her hand. She thought he would never stop squirting his cum. She felt
his body shaking as his nuts unloaded their pent-up energies. It was
more than she could stand.
Suddenly filled with an unspeakable fear of discovery, Sheila pulled her
hand from beneath her son's stirring body and stood up. Unable to resist
tasting his cum, Sheila put her fingers to her lips. A wicked smile
spread over her sperm-covered lips when she sucked his nutty-tasting cum
into her face. She rubbed her hand against the gash of her cunt, mixing
her son's hot cum with the juice of her pussy.
It had been beautiful, this first real encounter with her son. And yet
it was not enough. There was something almost dreamlike about it all,
something dreamlike about the way the moonlight spread a cold glow over
her son's naked body and her own. Perhaps he hadn't really been a
participant in their activities. Perhaps her manipulations had been
little more than another masturbation fantasy. But she knew that she was
one step closer to the encounter that would finally shatter the barrier
between herself and her innocent young son.
Sheila's eyes roved over the stirring body one last time before; she
turned and tiptoed out the door. Before she opened the door to her own
room, she licked her lips and swore to herself that she would take the
final step the very next day.
Gert
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