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Prologue
Sally sometimes thought that she had married too young. She was practically a c***d herself
when she had given birth to her son, Walter. She was still a young teen when she had him so she and her son had more or less, grown up together. She felt much
closer to Walter in her outlook on life and in so many other important things than with her much older,
husband. Her mother had died in c***dbirth so she had no woman to talk to about the feelings she had for her son. She didn't regret having Walter so young, but sometimes, she wished that she had been allowed the time to have more sexual
experiences, before she was married. Sally couldn't help but feel that she had missed out on all the sexual exploring a young woman normally would have done. Sally had always been a knockout. While she was still a c***d, sometimes when they didn't know she was listening, she would hear her father’s army buddies talking among themselves while drinking and playing cards. They would compare the different things they would like to do with her, "in a few years." Her dad decided before any of that stuff could happen, he would get her married. One of his slightly younger friends was willing so, Sally had been married off as a beautiful, still innocent virgin of f******n. Such an age was not that unusual in the rural area she was from. In truth, she still felt like she
was a virgin, given the extreme rarity and briefness of her marital relations. Her husband, a selfish man, was a
Major in the army, and had hardly ever even been around the house sometimes for years on end while Walter was growing up. The times he was home, satisfying the needs of his young wife seemed to be the last thing on his mind. Since she had no normal way to relieve the natural sexual needs of a young woman, Sally often caught herself daydreaming and fantasying about having sex with a younger man and then satisfying herself, as best she could with her fingers. Sally didn't really mind her situation that much though, because she did have her Walter. They had always been very close. They enjoyed many of the same activities. They often went on weekend campouts, hikes and other such outdoor entertainment. They both liked to keep in good physical shape, and both of them had terrific bodies.
Chapter one
Sally had begun to notice some differences lately though in her son's teenage body and on several occasions even had some of her sexiest, wildest mastabatory daydreams about Walter and herself, try as she would to keep from thinking about such crazy things as that. It was almost summer, and Sally was looking forward to the annual vacation at the cabin. She and Walter had always been able to openly share everything they were going through with each other, and a week of mother son bonding at the cabin, was just what they needed, she thought.
Sally was getting a little bit worried about Walter’s fantasy life too. It seemed to Sally that she wasn't the only one. Walter, just turned f******n, was always checking her out lately and it seemed to her that he was maturing so fast. She definitely didn't want them to start growing apart, but lately, Sally couldn't help but notice that whenever they were at home by themselves, her son just couldn't
stop looking at her legs, and her breasts, and to tell the truth, in the beginning, his staring had
made Sally a little bit nervous, and she'd tried to pull her dresses down so he couldn't peek, but
that didn't seem to do much good. Walter always made it a point to work on his homework or whatever he was doing
on the carpet right in front of wherever she was sitting, Walter was a genius in engineering, and had built prize-winning projects with his electronics set. It was cute, in a way, though, Sally
thought, that her son was already interested in sex, and a little flattering that he thought of her in that way, she thought, with a little smile, and gradually, after a while, she found that she was starting to
enjoy her boys open admiration. She missed that kind of special attention her husband had never really given her. The last time when they were alone together for the night, before
the evening was over, Sally was letting her skirt ride up, and crossing and
re-crossing her legs for him. She honestly didn't know why she would be doing that because there did seem to be something vaguely naughty about
teasing her young son like that and, and Walter never got anything built.
She knew her son wanted to get a good look up her dress and she was a little bit conflicted about that, yet still the next time that she knew her husband had new orders and
was leaving again, Sally felt herself getting very excited at the news for some reason and that night she wore one of her shortest skirts, and very high
heeled shoes that did wonders for her legs. Even the old Major, who hardly ever even bothered to
look at her anymore, studied her closely, she noticed, when he
followed her to the front door. Sally said goodbye and dutifully kissed him, but for some reason she didn't understand yet this time she was actually glad that he would be
away a several months on this deployment. Feeling a strange sort of anticipation Sally locked the door behind
him then turned and went back into the house to find her son waiting for her just as she had expected. Walter was all eyes when his pretty mom sat down in a chair in front of him and
crossed her long legs. Her skirt stopped almost a foot above her knees. Sally could tell that Walter was waiting for her next move.
She swung her top foot back and forth, slowly, making the calf swell and
fall seductively before the boy's intent eyes. Her face felt flush as she
teased her son. He tore his eyes away abruptly and left the room, returning
a minute later with a large flat cardboard box, which he laid on the floor in
front of her chair. He got to his knees in front of the box and opened it
carefully. Sally saw a jumble of colored cardboard pieces inside the box. So it's a
jigsaw puzzle, this time, she thought. Just as good as an electronics set any day,
for her son’s purposes, she smiled. His gaze kept returning, covertly, to her legs, while he lifted pieces out of the box.
Sally re-crossed her legs, slowly and with apparent carelessness, giving
her son a glimpse into the shadows between her upper thighs. Walter stared, and licked his lips.
“Do you like them, Walter?” she asked, feeling suddenly bold.
“What mom?”
“My legs, dear.”
He blushed. It looked like Walter thought there was something naughty, too, in his looking at his mother’s legs like that.
“Yes mom,” he said quietly. “They're beautiful.”
“Thank you son,” she said. “But you don't have to be embarrassed to look
at my legs. Nice legs are meant to be looked at by men.”
“But I'm not really a man yet, mom.”
“You're getting there, darling. Older boys are allowed to look too, she said matter of factly. With an invitation like that,
Walter stared openly, up at his mother’s shapely legs. Sally began to feel very excited under
her young sons intense gaze. She uncrossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together trying to stop the sudden wetness.
“Would you like to see more of them, baby?” Sally asked innocently, her voice quavering slightly, and closely
watching her son’s expression. “More of what, mom?”
“My legs silly.” She let her knees come just slightly apart. Her skirt was about as high on her thighs as it would go.
“I sure would mom.”
“Well, would you like to do more than just look?” For some reason she didn't understand she could
hardly contain her excitement at the thought of her son's hands on her. “What do you mean?”
“Would you like to touch my legs, darling? To feel them?”
Walters’s eyes widened. He swallowed hard.
“Yes, please” he said. He had trouble saying it. “Come here then baby.”
Awkwardly, Walter crawled up to her, then got to his
knees on the floor. He moved one hand up toward his mothers smooth,
swelling calf, then hesitated. He looked up into her blue eyes. She smiled at his shyness.
“Go ahead son,” she said. Sally was feeling very wicked now, but she didn't want to stop.
Tentatively, with the back of his fingers, Walter touched the velvety skin of his mothers
calf. His other hand came up, then, to palm the soft swell, and moved
toward her knee. Then both his hands were all over her lower legs, eagerly
caressing, squeezing, and kneading their pliant smoothness. One hand
found the wonderful softness of Sally's inner thigh above her bent knee,
and explored further. She was very excited now. Sally stood up suddenly.
“You said you'd like to see more, honey?”looking deep into her sons eyes.
“Yes mom,” he said, looking up at her. There was something almost
begging about the look in her son's eyes. He too was terribly excited, Sally could see.
She detected a huge bump in his pants, part way down one leg.
“I'll be right back baby,” she said. In the hallway outside the living room, she stopped. This is crazy, she thought, but she wasn't stopping for long. Sally raised her skirt, and stepped quickly out of her panties. Feeling excited and daring and also very naked and
exposed, she went back into the living room. That's when Sally had a
wonderful idea. She'd always wanted to do this, to all the boys who tried to look
under her skirt, ever since she was a little girl. Now she was a mother, and
she just had to do it for her son. Her eager, excited boy. Sally wanted to
watch Walter's face when she let him see her pussy. It was way too late to stop now.
Walter was watching his mother closely as she came back into the room.
“You said you wanted to see more of my legs,” she said, trembling a little in her excitement. “More of me.”
“Please mom he begged.” “Ok, lie down, Walter. On your back.”
Looking at her, wonderingly, Walter did as he was told. Sally walked over to
where he lay, on the carpet slowly, letting her hips sway, she stopped, then raised her tight skirt a
few inches to give her leg room for a long step, and then, deliberately, she
stepped over him, squarely above her sons face. Her pussy would open pinkly, if briefly, she knew, directly in his gaze.
After she'd stepped over him she turned and looked at his face. Walter looked
only confused, and then Sally realized that the only light in the room, from
floor lamps had left her upper thighs and her pussy particularly, in deep shadow.
But before she could say or do anything, Walter darted out of the room and came back carrying a flashlight. He
resumed his position.
“Do it again mom,” he said, and she had to laugh. Sally's nervousness had
left her, but not the excitement. She stepped over him again, slower this time,
and he beamed the flashlight upwards, between her opening thighs: she
stopped in mid-stride, and turned. She stood, her legs apart, straddling him
squarely, and looked down at her young sons face. Sally felt very tall, in
her high heels.
Walter was staring up under her skirt, his eyes bulging.
“Jeez, mom” he said lowly, “it's kind of hairy.”
Sally knew instantly, then, that her boy was not completely innocent. He'd
been playing doctor-and-nurse with girls in the neighborhood, and he
was comparing her pussy to their naked little slits. Also he very well could have seen the shaved pussys all over the internet. Just knowing that
Walter was a f******n-year-old of the world, made her even more excited. And bolder. She felt more sure now that
she was doing the right thing, sure that he was going to appreciate what she was doing for him.
“Would you like to do something beside look at it, son?” Sally asked him, holding
her position, standing tall, her legs apart, letting her boy look to
his little heart's content. The flashlight never wavered.
“Like what mom?” Walter asked, still staring.
“Like touch it dear?”
“Jeez mom. Would I.”
Sally stepped away from him and crossed the room, looking around. She
chose the arm of an easy chair as being just the right height, and sat
perched on it, facing him. Walter had followed his mom across the room, and
stood nervously in front of her.
Sally slowly raised the hem of her skirt part way to her hips, planting her
feet apart as she did so; then she stopped, teasing her son. She remembered
the doctor-and-nurse games from the time she was a little girl.
“I've showed you mine baby,” Sally said, looking up to her son's eyes. She even remembered the words. “But you haven't showed me yours.”
He didn't have to be coaxed. Apparently Walter was proud of his cock. He
unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, his under shorts with them, and
stepped out of them quickly, kicking them aside.
Walter stood up straight then and looked deep into her blue eyes. Sally
looked down, at her son’s stiff, palpitating prick. It seemed to be looking
back at her, poking toward her at an upward angle, as strong-looking as a
tree branch. It was long and thicker than his father's, the one other hard-on she'd
encountered. Its thickness made it look longer than it was.
Sally was very excited. She brought her thighs together, squeezing her hot, pussy tightly, attempting to stop the moisture, dripping, right before the innocent eyes of her young son. But it didn't do any good; Walter didn't know why his mom was now closing her legs up to him. He just prayed she hadn't changed her mind. He couldn't tell anything by the look on her face, which was one he'd never seen before. Walter would do anything to see his mom's private parts one more time. Sally hadn't changed her mind at all. She had finally stopped worrying about what a spectacle she presented to her son. Sally let her legs and pussy spread open once more to her son's delight. Her eyes were glued to Walter's big cock in her face.
“Hey mom,” Walter said, unable to stop staring at her wet hole.
“What baby?”
“I thought you were going to let me touch it mom. You can touch mine, If, if,
you want to. Walter was practically begging, Please mom, he implored, watching her hypnotized look as she stared at his hard-on. Please hold my cock for me, mom. I've been dreaming of this all my life.”
As he was saying this, Walter reached out, surprising Sally a little with his boldness, and took his mothers trembling
hand leading it up to his demanding
cock. Sally didn't resist but wrapped her long slim fingers excitedly around her
sons, thick rod. It poked upward even
further, with a sudden violent throb, at her touch, jerking and stabbing at the air. Holding it
tenderly now, beneath the head, between her thumb and forefinger, Sally moved
her hand up and down its length, feeling the soft glove of skin slide on the
hard shaft of muscle underneath. A drop of come surfaced on the tip. Her sons cock was absolutely beautiful, she thought excitedly, and she could hardly wait to feel it inside her body.
With her free hand, Sally pulled her skirt up to her hips and opened her legs as
wide as she could. Walter stared down, at the pink moist opening lips of his mothers
sensitive, suffering pussy.
“Jeez mom,” he said. It was his new favorite word. He reached out and with
his middle finger touched the tender swelling bud of her clitoris. Sally
jumped, and then squirmed on the arm of the big chair. He kept his finger where
it was, letting it slide across the quivering point of her torment. Then
he slid it part way up her slippery channel, between her tight inner cuntlips.
“Jeez,” Walter said lowly. “It's all wet mom.”
“Yes baby it is,” she croaked, and she knew exactly what she had to do
then. There was no choice at this point.
“Put it in me, Walter,” she begged. Please baby.
“What? are you sure?”looking deeply into his mothers eyes
“Put your cock in there. In my vagina son. Don't be afraid.”
“I'm not afraid mom,” he said. “Only I never did that before.”
“It's ok, I'll show you how she said. “Come on Walter. Now.” She inched
forward on the broad arm of the chair until her wet open slit was poised at
the edge. It was exactly on a level with the straining taut tip of her sons
throbbing thick shaft. She still held it between her fingers, and as he moved
toward her, trembling in his eagerness, she guided the point of his willing
young cock to her hungering cunt mouth. Sally rubbed her sons cock
head up and down the slippery length of her cunt, wetting it for it’s huge
entrance into her tight hole.
By instinct, Walter reached out and grasped his mother behind her hips,
pushing with his own hips at the same time. His big shaft slid into Sally's pussy like a hot knife in butter, right up to
the hilt. Walter gasped at the feeling of the burning hot clasp of his mother’s juicy cunt around his cock.
Sally squirmed in delight, and squealed softly as she wrapped her joyous
legs completely around her boy's pumping, trembling, slim hips.
Walter's face was contorted as his beautiful mother squeezed him closer
with her legs, trying to slow his frantic pumping motion, to hold him quiet
for a moment in the quivering mass of sensation between her thighs.
But Sally was too late. He was shuddering all over, in the tight soft grip of
her legs and she could feel the stiffness of her son’s young prick in
spasms inside her, spurting something hot and wet deep into his own mothers
body. Oh, God, what should she do now? She was almost crying in her
excitement. Sally needed to come very badly now. Well, it was up to her to teach
her baby right, she thought. At least now she was positive that she was doing the right
thing for Walter. She would make him twice the man his selfish, useless father was.
Walter's hips pressed backwards against her encircling legs. He was trying
to leave her, to take his wonderful young prick away from her.
“Stay there, son,” she said frantically. “Stay in there Walter dear.”
“But it's gone down mom,” he said a little sadly. “It's all soft.”
“Stay there, anyway baby,” she said, almost sobbing, grinding her cunt
close against his bony pelvis. “Just stay in there.”
Of course Walter would do anything she asked. “All right mom,” he said, and put his hands back where they'd been, behind
her churning hips.
“How long, mom” Walter gasped, holding his come coated, still very large cock pressed tightly
between the outer lips of his mother's soft, wet, wanting twat, “how long before it
gets hard again?”
“I don't know. Not too long, I think, baby.”
Sally had an idea, something her son was sure to respond to. She reached up behind her and
unsnapped
her bra, then brought her hand up in front pushing her sweater up
and freeing her beautiful creamy breasts to her sons gaze for the first time since he was a baby. Remember these Walter, she smiled?
The nipples, Sally noticed, were tightly-squeezed, pink, pointing
toward the ceiling. She almost laughed at his awestruck look. Do you like
them Walter? Walter had never seen anything he liked more.
Without being told, he reached up and squeezed one globe, then the
other. Sally watched her sons face as he ran a finger across the
responding, tensing tip of each nipple.
“Suck them, son she hissed. Suck on mommy's titties,” being careful to keep
him tightly between her legs. She could feel his cock coming back to life. “Lean forward and suck on my nipples darling.”
Walter didn't have to be told again, and as he sucked on his mothers breasts, she felt his prick start
to swell up large again, rapidly lifting itself and poking deeper and deeper into her quivering,
itching twat. Soon it was fully erect, just as hard as before and throbbing again.
His hips began their nervous, trembling, erratic pumping motion again, but
this time Sally was able to slow him down, with the pressure of her legs clamped around his hips. Now she could set the pace.
“Slowly, Walter, a little slower baby,” Sally instructed, meeting his every in stroke with a thrust of her own.
“I’ve never felt anything that felt this good before mom,” he said, looking
earnestly into his mothers blue eyes as he slid his cock rythemacly to a new peak of pleasure.
“Me, either son." It was true. Her Walter's big cock was taking her to previously
unknown heights of pleasure. Do you know what it is we're doing?”
“Having intercourse,” he said, dropping his eyes modestly but pounding
away uninhibitedly. At least, she thought, he's well-read.
“That's right dear. That's what the doctor books call it.”
“There's another word for it mom, he whispered.” He was looking into her eyes again. “What is that?” “Fucking.”
“Why, Walter!” her eyes flew wide at hearing such a word from her son. “ But mom that's what the k**s call it.”
He was pumping faster now, his thick stiff penis whipping his
mothers tender juicy pussy to a froth. The pressure of her legs couldn't
hold him to a slower stroke, but she really didn't care anymore. She was all on
fire inside, ready to burst herself, to explode, and she didn't care how fast or how furiously he fucked her.
“What was that word again, Walter?” “What word mom? Intercourse?”
“No darling.” Sally was having trouble getting words out. She unclenched
her legs from around his back and planted her feet on the floor, pasting her
cunt against his pounding bony pelvis. “The other word. The one the k**s use.” “Fucking,” Walter repeated.
“That's it.” She had her hands on her son’s hips, pulling him tight. She leaned
back along the broad arm of the chair, raising her legs high, giving her son clearer access to her open cunt-mouth.
“Fuck me, my baby ” she groaned. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast.”
Walter plunged his cock into and out of his mother's grasping twat-lips with
frenzied speed. He was snorting, and she saw that his nose was running a
little, but he didn't care, and she didn't care. Sally had never been so turned on in her life. So this was how sex could feel. She felt his rigid rod give one
last frantic tremor before coming. Burst after burst of scalding come shot into the depths of Sally's clutching hole, and then she, too, started to come simultaneously with her son, her climax
overwhelming her in a series of grinding spasms. She screamed, and
screamed again, even louder, scaring Walter at first. Seeing the look on his face,
she laughed to herself. That dog gone Walter must have said something, or done
something just right, to get her to want to do this tonight, or maybe he had just looked at her in some completely different way, only a mother could understand, Sally was certainly not unhappy it had happened, but
everything was different between them now. Sally looked at her son with totally new eyes, she couldn’t believe that, in the back of her mind, she was
already planning their next fuck. God, she was bad! She would now simply do anything for her son , she
realized. Well, it was decided then, Sally thought. She was going to be his teacher and his lover.
Nobody, she now knew could give him the special love he needed better than his
mother could. Sally started to sit up and Walter's cock slid halfway out.
They looked at each other with surprised expressions as if neither could
really believe what they had just done.“It's only the beginning mom. Walter
paused, unsure, if that's what you want, that is” he said. “At least I hope it's
only the beginning.”
“I hope so, too son, brushing back his hair. It was some beginning, she
laughed. For me, anyway.”
“For me, too mom." They got up and made their way unsteadily over to the living room couch, Sally
pulled off her sweater and bra and helped Walter out of his shirt.
Walter sat on the couch next to Sally and reached out to gently touch the
white curve of his mother’s belly where it sloped down toward her damp
matted blond bush. You're a truly wonderful mother, you know.” Their
bodies were glowing
“You're an even more wonderful son. she replied "I've never had such a terrific
fucking.” Sally caressed her boy's come covered cock lazily. It stirred a little
when he heard his mother talking dirty.
“Careful mom,” Walter said, grinning proudly. “It might sit up and beg for more.”
“I want it to,” she grinned. “Any time it's ready dear. And it doesn't have to beg.” “You know something mom?”
“What's that dear?” Sally was now eyeing her son's big cock, laying across his leg, hungrily, licking her lips. Incredibly,
as she was watching it, the warm pink flesh began to swell and lift again.
“You're doing a world of good for sex education mom.” Walter was watching her, and the way his mother was now
bending over and looking so closely at his cock made Walter start to wonder. Oh, please God, would she? Did he even
dare to hope? Oh God, Yes! She really was going to do it! A little moan escaped Walter's lips as his pretty
mother took his now completely hard cock in her soft grip and lifted it slowly to her red lips. Sally looked up in time to see the stunned, hopeful look on her son's face. She almost laughed out loud.
“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, and leaning over took the whole head of
her sons prick into her mouth. The touch of his own mother's mouth on his cockhead was electric, and Walter moaned again. Sally
smiled up at him, brows raised and with her pretty red lips now stretched around his big cock. Sally would never do this for her husband, even when he tried to order her to. She wondered what
the semen would taste like.She guessed that it would be sweet, like her Walter.
They stared deeply into each other’s eyes as she suckled down her sons renewed dick, it felt so good to have it in her mouth. Sally kept it up for quite a while, sucking licking, just worshiping his cock, until Walter could stand it no longer and he had to let everything go into his
mothers eager gulping mouth. Even after the two previous orgasms, Walter shot jet after jet of his hot jism into her mouth and Sally dutifully swallowed all of it, except for a strand
that ran down her chin, a drop swinging from the end of it. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and
laughed again at the expression on his face. That ought to hold him awhile she
smiled to herself with satisfaction. Sally had never had so much fun in her life, nor had she ever felt so fulfilled. For some time, then they played kissy face there on the living room couch, making out like the newly mated lovers they were, wondrously, slowly, exploring each other’s nude
bodies. Finally their exhaustion made them feel it was time to go up to bed.
Walter started to turn to go into his room, at the top of the stairs when Sally
caught him by the hand, and pulling his arm around her bare waist and holding
it, against her stomach, they walked side by side into the master bedroom. they stood facing each other, mother and son, This is our bedroom now Walter
dear, she said, looking into his eyes. Your father won’t be coming back to my bed any more. I'm
with you now baby. Walter smiled at this wonderful news and kissed his
mothers soft lips gently before they went to sleep. "I love you mom." I love
you too son." Sally went to sleep still thinking about him, about her eager young sons cock.
Chapter II
Sally, after talking to her lawyer, e-mailed her husband asking for a divorce. He had quickly agreed, almost too quickly. Sally
had always suspected that he had someone else maybe even another wife and family somewhere. His lawyer wrote her an e-mail that
said he would be
sending for his things and that the divorce would not be contested.
Nothing could have made her and Walter happier. For the past week Sally had been
in seventh heaven. Since that amazing night last weekend, when she had, finally,
discovered the hard, throbbing, realities of motherhood, she and Walter had done just about
everything that a boy and his mother could more or
less legitimately do with each other. They made love in every room of the house, in every position they could think of and, sex addict that she now seemed to be, Sally just couldn't get enough
of her young son's hard body. She was falling in love with her own son. She was also becoming quite obssed with it,
Walter was just home from school and was now waiting for her on
the couch, as she had asked him to. She loved that he was such a good obedient boy. Walter had a genius iq and was in all the advanced classes. He had skipped grades, and would be graduating next year. Sally knew how hard he worked, she appreciated it, and she showed it.
Sally had gone into the bathroom to get herself ready for their daily after school
interlude together. Home play they called it, because it certainly wasn’t work. That was just one of their private jokes.
She prefered to look sexy for her special boy, after his hard day at school. In the bathroom, she
stripped off her clothes excitedly and dropped them in the
hamper. She sat down on the edge of the tub, pulled off her shoes, and looked
around into the full length mirror. The stiffened nipples crowning the white bulbs of her firm, young mother breasts pouted pinkly up at her, as if in some kind of disapproval for what she was about to do with her own son. Sally went to the mirror and fixed up her make up. She took a tube of strawberry flavored lipstick and re-did her lips then she applied a little of the lipstick to her pussy lips. She figured the youngster might like the strawberry flavor. She rubbed a little on each nipple, and she was ready.
The only garment in the room beside the high-heeled shoes she stepped into was the short, almost transparent white nightie, hanging from a hook on the
bathroom door. She slipped it on drawing it close in front and tying the slim cord around her waist. .
The garment concealed nothing. Her blond body seemed to gleam through
it with extraordinary whiteness. She pirouetted in front of the mirror. God,
Walter was really going to like this one she thought, her nipples suddenly a
bright contrasting crimson. Her soft pink pussy-lips peeped out from their
blond frame. Sally could almost see her moist cunt quivering through the
nightie. Walter would see it, soon enough she knew. She also knew he would want to
lick it. They were both very oral it turned out. From the very first time she tried it, Sally really enjoyed the feel of Walters cock in her mouth, and she told him so. While they were eating a late breakfast the morning after their first night together She had had looked up from her plate and casually told him, I want you to know, Walter, that I'll be happy to suck that big dick of yours any time you'd like me to, any time at all. They had been been making small talk about what they were going to do that day, when she had come out with it just like it was a normal part of the conversation and she had to laugh when Walter about chocked on his toast. Sally loved to say dirty things like that to her boy just to watch his face light up.
She opened the bathroom door and stepped into the living room where she paused for a moment to show off her fine body, and sexy outfit to her son then she walked slowly, hips swaying, across to where Walter was sitting and stood in front of him, her legs apart slightly, her open cunt
beckoning through the white nylon. To be kissed. To be licked. To be sucked. Yes, to be fucked.
Walter's mouth dropped when Sally came in the room and he was all eyes as he watched his mom walk toward him. He looked up at his mother’s pretty face smiling lovingly down at him and thought for the hunderdth time what a lucky dog he was and all
at once, his natural shyness that his mom's lewd behavior was causing him disappeared, his stiffness seemed to evaporate. But only from his manner. It reappeared in
the pulsing ridge of muscle down his left pants leg. He swallowed and looked into her eyes "Wow mom, you look
great dressed like that." his eyes kept traveling from her big blue eyes
down her nearly naked body to the hairy slot of her blond cunt which he could just barely make out. His
cock was throbbing fiercely and his eyes were burning when he looked at his
mothers beautiful pussy. She smiled knowingly. She knew she was pretty
and she thought that her flimsy little nightie only added a little bit of mystery,
not that her son couldn't see everything she had. "Why thank you darling
she smiled broadly." she had to keep reminding herself that he was still a very young boy, and yet that fact only seemed to make her feel naughtier.
Sally stood still, waiting for her son to move, her hand perched on one cocked hip, the warm, image of the willing wanton mother. But she was not really laughing at
the thought of the picture she presented. She wanted her lover, her son more
intensely, more immediately, than she'd ever wanted him all that
week. More than she'd wanted anything in her life, she wanted that
hard-on finding its way into the dark quivering cavern of her cunt. She had been thinking about it all day.
Feeling the moment was right, Walter put his hands
behind her hips, gently pulling her forward then dropping them a little to reverently hold the beautiful white globes of his mother's buttocks.under the short hem of the nightie. Walter could swear he smelled strayberries.
He pressed his face closer, and his nose
found the parting of her nightie. The wispy nylon opened and her sons tongue
tickled its way upward on the soft curve of her belly, and then the stiffened tip
found its way to her navel. When she looked down, the contrast of his
smooth forehead against the snowflake texture of her belly sent a shiver of ecstatic excitement through her.
" Oh Walter” she moaned, and touched him softly on the cheek with her fingertips.
“What mom?” he said, looking upward at her, his tongue still busy exploring the inner ridges of her navel.
“Please get out of those clothes baby,” she begged. “Mommy wants to do things to you."
“All right mom,” he said, and stood up, his hands busy with buttons and zippers.
She sat down on the couch and watched in admiration as her sons young man's
body came gradually into view. His shoulders were narrow his stomach flat
and completely hairless. The muscles on his arms and upper body were
long and smooth, not bunchy or knotty, but as her son dropped his pants
and under shorts he turned his back, smiling a shy grin at her quickly
over his shoulder as he stepped out of them and stood looking away from her for a moment, completely nude.
Her eyes traveled up from the floor, tasting the sight of his swelling calves,
his thighs, and the high nervous bunching of his taut concave buttocks. He
turned toward his mother then, slowly, and she took a deep suck of air. His rigid cock throbbed upward, the swollen purple head winking a challenge at her with its single eye. Her mouth dropped open involuntarily, and she closed it with a conscious effort and smiled up at her son.
“Come over here,” she said, “please baby.” She smiled, but it was an effort.
She didn't feel like smiling. She felt like screaming out loud, in sheer joy.
He smiled, too, but it looked like an effort on his part too. She was glad to see
that she wasn't alone in being serious about this thing. After all who could
love him more than his own mother? After he'd stepped toward her she sat
still for a long moment, staring in delighted wonder at her young sons shaft
aimed so accurately at her face, at the core of her. Behind and below the tightly stretched, gleaming skin of his hard prick-head, the
long, thick shaft seemed to diminish in the distance, like straight railroad
tracks. It was roughly the thickness of her wrist and long as her forearm. She touched it with her fingertips, then held it between
both hands reverently.
Walters’s voice de-railed her train of thought.
"What are you thinking about mom?" She seemed lost in a daydream.
“I love your cock Walter,” she said, giving the hard limb an
affectionate squeeze with her hands. I love to feel in my mouth and in my cunt. She could have thrown her arms
around it. “I just can't take my eyes off it, sometimes.”
“You're going to have to take your eyes off it mom, if it's going to do anybody any good.”
“You're so right baby,” she said, and bent forward and kissed the shaft, licking the underside with her tongue, then taking the soft
folds of skin below the shaft neck between
her lips, moistening the unresisting sensitive mass with tiny soft sucking kisses.
“Enough mom,” he said, his hands on her ears. She untied the cord and
shrugged off the nightie, then sat back up on the couch opening her knees. Her taut nipples peered pinkly up at him.
Walter dropped to his knees beside the couch and pushed his mother gently
back. He crawled up over her and his mouth found her own sweet mouth's warm wet welcome, and his
tongue slipped in and began a sliding dance with hers. He loved all the making out and
cuddling. The love play he and his mother had was almost as much fun as the sex, almost. Mother and
son lay together there on the couch kissing and petting. His hands were all over her soft
body, squeezing, stroking, pinching at her inflamed nipples. She
felt her sons finger sliding deeply into the slime of her quaking cunt, Walter
was learning fast just what she liked and he always gave it to her eagerly. They
were spooning now with Walter behind. Sally felt oddly comforted by the feel of her son's hefty cock nestled between her soft ass cheeks. It seemed to Walter that this might be a good time for intimacies. Is this
wrong mom? Walter whispered in her ear as his hands lazily roamed up and down her slim torso. Is what wrong baby? But she knew what he meant. She had often wondered when this question would come up. You know, mom, what we are doing. Is it wrong?
Sally turned around in his arms so she could look deep into his eyes, while she gathered her thoughts. She was concerned about her young son, like any good mother would be. Well, do you think it's wrong, Walter? I don't know, mom. The k**s at school talk about stuff, and oh hell I don't know. It doesn’t feel wrong when we're like this. Sally felt her son just needed a little reassurance. Well, I don't think it is wrong, Walter. She was using a very reasonable tone. You do love me don't you? Sure, of course I love you mom. I love you more than anything in the world! And I love you just the same baby,
and you know that sex is the greatest possible expression of love between a man and woman isn't it? She saw the expression of relief on his face and smiled.
That argument seemed to satisfy Walter completely. What his mother said was true and made perfect sense. He smiled broadly, looking totally happy again. Walter drew Sally against him for a long, tender kiss. They Frenched deeply for awhile.
They did really love each other though, as only a mother and son could and maybe even more.
She pulled her mouth away, and lay back on the couch with an in-sucking
breath, opening up her legs for her baby boy, spreading her thighs for her sons
gaze in a wide, wanton welcome. Let him look at it. After all, Sally thought excitedly, she
didn't have anything her son hadn't seen already anyway.
“No mom,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. He seemed to be smiling,
faintly. My God, she thought, what a time to make jokes.
“No, what?” Sally's cunt was squirming, drooling moisture under her sons hot gaze. “No. Not here.” “Not here, she croaked?”
“Not on the couch. On the floor mom. There's more room.”
Thank God, she thought, sliding swiftly down to the rug.
Walter wasn't crazy at all. Far from it. There was more room on the floor.
He arched over her, bracing himself on his elbows, and she flung her legs
joyously around her sons lean boyish hips, hooking her heels behind him.
His face, smiling gently at his mother, was directly over hers, his eyes
looking steadily into her own. She reached down and brought his heavy
cock toward her, rubbing the hard clenched fist of the head against the hot
swollen outer lips of her silently screaming cunt.
He eased the stabbing shaft forward an inch, two inches, until part of the
head was engulfed in his mother’s wet quivering twat-opening. Then he stopped, holding his hips immobilized.
“Oh, please, baby,” she almost sobbed, between her squeezed-shut teeth, please. “Please. Put it in.”
“All of it mom?” He was smiling broadly now. Oh, my God, she thought. I'll never be a tease again.
“All of it son. Every long, lovely, thick, hard fucking inch of it.” It was almost a prayer, the way she said it.
He began to slide the long velvet log into her cunt then, slowly, an inch at a
time. Sally unhooked her heels from behind him and let her legs lie wide
apart, spreading the red carpet of her cunt for her sons royal entrance, but
as the thick rigid plunger approached the end of its first trip into the depths of her gasping cavern, his mothers knees jerked up spasmodically, and her legs began to flail around behind his back.
When the great shaft was fully imbedded, to the hilt, his pelvis grinding
hard against her sucking cunt-mouth, she hooked her heels behind him
again and raised her hips, pushing herself tighter against her boy. Walters
hands came up behind her, holding her shoulders, as he drew the shaft
slowly outward, then plunged it in again. It seemed to reach even deeper as
the walls of Sally's cunt opened wider to accommodate the length and width of her son’s gigantic surging prick.
“That's it son,” she urged. “Deep. Deeper.”
He began to fuck her, deeply, with long, slow, driving strokes, his balls
would swing gracefully, up against his mothers beautiful ass on the in stroke with a
gentle pat as her hips rose and fell, rose and fell, in perfect time with his
own slow rhythm, her cunt lips clutching and sucking and holding the
slippery shaft as if reluctant to let go on every out-stroke, squeezing and
embracing every deepening plunge to her inner depths. Sally's eyes were
squeezed shut, and she could hear only the sound of Walters deep
breathing, mingled with her own panting moans. Then, slowly, she became
aware of the sound her own hips and buttocks were making, pounding on
the floor, and knew that the rhythm had increased. She heard a slapping,
sucking sound, too, and knew it came from the wild pounding of her sons
heavy balls in the sweaty crack between her buttocks.
Sally's own moans were louder now, becoming gasping little screams, and
she knew her fingernails were raking the smooth skin of her boys back. But
she couldn't help herself, couldn't stop, couldn't stop anything she was
doing. The pounding of her hips sounded as frantic as the frenzied
struggles of an impaled moth. Then her climax was on her,
pounding, choking her in a crescendo of sensation.
“Now,” she screamed, “oh, God son, now.”
Walter drove his pulsing prick deep into his mom's body in a pounding fury of
lightning strokes, and as she shuddered and jerked convulsively Sally felt
his hot juices spurting into her, gushing deep, flooding her quivering
cave. She put her arms and legs tight around her son,
and just hung on, as he kept the hard core of her ecstasy buried deep
inside her, letting the diminishing waves of her passion wash over it.
It was a long time before the spasms subsided enough for Sally to let go of
him. She lay back limply on the carpet looking up at her only boy, as he finally
drew his slackening organ out of the tender clutch of her cunt and got to his feet.
Walter looked down in utter awe at the mindboggling sight of his pretty young mother, lying stretched
out naked on the floor. Her legs akimbo, and Walter could also see Sally's blond cunt was oozing his come.
Oh God, my mom looks just like an angel he thought, with her blond hair laying about her head like a halo. It was true. Walter and Sally were in love, and neither wanted it to ever change.
Walter was still all eyes, as Sally finally started to get herself together and sit up. Mom, now that we're on our own this summer, why don't we go up to the cabin alone this year, just the two of us? I bet we could still have a lot of fun.
Sitting up on the floor, Sally looked up at her son standing there with a drop of his come still trying to drip
from his cock. God, she loved this boy she thought, as she got to her knees and carefully licked the drop of come from the head of his cock. She would do anything
he wanted, and if he wanted her up at the cabin, then so be it. We can go up
day after tomorrow if you want to dear. she smiled. Gee mom that would be
great. After school tomorrow he thought he would show his mom how
much he appreciated all the things she was doing for him. ..
It was the last school week before vacation. Sally really wished her son could
be there to fuck all day, but she knew he needed to get his other
education at school. Every morning Sally would get up and make breakfast
for them. Usually all they had time for was a little blowjob, sometimes she sucked him off under the table while he ate his breakfast. She just
loved her sons cock, she mused, she loved to feel it deep inside her.
After he left for school she would keep herself busy with housework
and errands during the days, while she waited for her dear baby to come
home from school. When he did get home she would welcome him
with a very unmotherly kiss and then help to take off his backpack and school clothes
and then fuck his brains out. She was so utterly bad now she hardly knew herself. She just knew she didn't want it to stop.
It was Friday and by the time he got home from school, Sally had been
thinking about her sweet young son and all the things they were
going to do together this afternoon. She was also thinking of them together up in the secluded cabin they owned in upstate New York. She felt that they were doing the right thing, enjoying this somewhat unusual relationship. but
was still worried that she had moved things along a little too fast for such a young boy. She had gone shopping for some new sexy costumes to wear for Walter at Victoria's Secret earlier. She had seen one of Walter's friend's mom shopping there too but the woman hadn't seen her so she just paid for her stuff and left. It made her feel a little wierd seeing the other mother considering who Sally was buying her sexy cloths for.
She was still thinking about this when Walter came in the door and noticed her tense, nervous, expression. Sally had donned the new pair of red crochless panties and a new half bra she had picked up when she got home, but over these she was wearing a skirt and a white blouse. The material of the top was thin and Walter could just barely see the red half bra with his mom's nipples peeking through. She was hoping to somehow ease any fears he might be having by discussing their relationship. Let's talk Walter, she said patting the couch next to her for him to sit. He looked
worried by the expression on her face. He really only had one big fear. Walter still felt sometimes that this thing they had was too good to be true, and that his mother was bound to end it, someday. When he saw that his mom wasn’t dressed up like a sex doll as she usually was and then when she said she wanted to talk Walter thought Oh my God no! That's it then! Just talk? Something was really
wrong. In a very concerned voice he asked, what's going on mom? He was terrified that she was going to say that she didn't want to make
love to him anymore. Walter could think of nothing worse than losing his mothers love. He lived for their time together. He really didn't need to worry about that, though, since Sally now needed him as much as he needed her. Walter sat down beside her and waited nervously
while Sally tried to put her fears into words. This whole thing was so damn
confusing, she thought. The only thing she knew for sure, she was positive of was that she
was deeply in love with her own son. She wished she had the words to let Walter know that this wasn't his fault. The subject of i****t was one she wasn't comfortable discussing with her son, her lover. Maybe when he was a little older.
“There's so much I wish I could talk to you about baby,” Sally said, in a tiny,
broken voice that didn't sound like her own. “So much, and I just can't talk to
you about it, now, yet, I, I mean I shouldn't. But I have got to do something.” This wasn't going so good, she thought.
Now she had made Walter really scared, from the look on his face.
“Wait ! Walter broke in firmly, you really don't have anything to explain to me mom,” he said
emphatically as he reached out with his left arm and put it around her shoulders to draw her closer, so he could look into her eyes as he made his case. He laid his right hand respectfully on her knee but then he slowly started to slide it up her soft inner thigh and under her skirt until he reached the new crochless panties. He had to smile at his mom's sluttiness, he loved her so much. Sally was a little surprised by her son’s new assertiveness. It was actually turning her on, when Walter took control. Her pussy started to drool profusely as her son continued to comfort her in a reasonable, confidant tone. When Sally first felt Walter's hand going up under her dress she knew that she should probably stop him, but she just didn't have the heart anymore. Walter looked down into his mothers eyes, as his middle finger slid evenly in and out of her slippery vagina.
"There's going to be plenty of time for us to talk anyhow, mom, charming her with a smile now. All the time in the world. I'm not going anywhere.”
Walter could always find just the right thing to say. He was such a good, loving son.
Sally suddenly smiled brightly as his words sank in, he was so right. “All right,” she
said, more relaxed and acutely aware of the juice now running down her leg. She knew then just exactly
what she wanted to do for Walter. “Let's do something darling. Let's not talk, then. Let's just do something.” “Do what, mom?”
“Don't you know “she asked with her brow arched? Sally was now k**ding her
little boy again playfully, as he continued to finger bang her, it looked to Walter that things were going to get back to normal now.
“Yes, I do know mother dear. That's the best offer I've heard all day .”
The tension was finally gone and Walter was very relieved that they were still together. He had also noticed how his mother got all hot and bothered when he took control. He would have to remember that. It's a wise c***d who knows his own mother. Walter had heard that, and now he was starting to understand it.
“Just get undressed baby,” she said softly. “Mommy'll be right back.”
She went straight to the bathroom. The first thing she got out was her
toothbrush she couldn't wait to have his tongue in her mouth. She put on
fresh makeup and let down her blond hair. She perfumed herself for her
son. She started to put on a filmy black negligee but then just tossed it aside, she removed the sopping crochless panties.
She wanted to show her pretty body to her special boy.
When she came back out into the big room Sally was wearing nothing but a smile.
Walter had pulled out the couch, making it into a wide bed, and he lay in
the middle of it, on his back like the king. He too was wearing nothing. His magnificent
cock seemed to reach halfway to the ceiling. She moved soundlessly
across the room, bent over from the waist, and kissed her sons cock, on the very tip, where a drop of precome had surfaced. It
tasted like nectar. She'd never tasted nectar, but she knew that's the way nectar had to taste.
Walter sat up, and touched his mother, gently.
“Never mind that mom,” he said. “Lie down here.”
“No baby,” she said. “You lie down.” She put a hand against his chest and
pushed. “Just the way you were. I want to do this mommy's way. Just this time.”
“It's important to me you know, he said, that you have to come too mom.”
“You can be important from the bottom up,” she said with a mischievous
smile, kissing him on the lips. His tongue slipped deep into her mouth, and she wanted to swallow it.
She swept her leg over him slowly, straddling her boy, as his tongue teased her taut,
pink nipples. Then he was sucking them, like a thirsty man with an orange. Sally let her cunt slide evenly up and down the full length of his cock four or five times then she rose to her knees and grabbed hold of the huge shaft. She worked the head back and forth between her dripping pussy lips. Then it was time.
Sally let herself down slowly until the tip of her sons straining stiff cock was firmly
between the wet, opening lips of her quivering cunt. She was shaking all
over, but she kept herself under tight control as she eased the desperate,
hungry mouth of her wet twat down slowly until it engulfed the whole
shiny, apple-hard, dark red head and about half the length of his shaft.
Then she lost control, and let herself plummet down the whole
deliriously agonizing length of his shaft, until it was deep up inside her,
reaming her out, cleansing her of everything that had ever been there before.
“Oh, my God, son,” she said. “It's in my throat.”
“It's where it belongs now mom,” he said, arching up to meet her. “It's where it's
always belonged.” His hips arched up to meet her, as he pumped his
glorious shaft higher and higher into her, meeting each downward plunge with a thrust of his own.
She came, quickly, to an ecstatic, bursting, exploding, skyrocketing
orgasm, and her boy was coming with her, but she made no move to get up and just
let his magnificent a****l of a cock rest after its labors. She held it, tightly
engulfed in her hungry cunt-mouth, squeezed in a gentle grip by the
clutching inner lips, until she felt it stirring again. It wasn't a long wait, at all.
“Let's just stay this way forever Walter,” she said, starting to move, slowly
up and down his cock, on another silky elevator ride to heaven.
“Forever mom,” he said, looking into her eyes his hips arching up again. “Except for one small interruption.” “What's that mom?”
“Our plane ride, to New York, tomorrow. Do they have cabins?” “Not for a one hour trip.”
She slid up and down, up and down on her boys cock a little faster, airborne already.
“Oh, well,” she said, happily, “we'll think of something.”
Chapter III
the next day as usual in public they had to constantly fight their desire to
touch each other in ways a mother and her son are just not supposed to
do. When they were seated on the plane Sally did get them a blanket from
the attendant that would cover both their laps She pushed the armrest between
them back up, so that her son could feel up her smooth silky legs and her
bare cunt underneath the blanket if he was careful not to get noticed. There were few people on the flight so she wasn't too worried. Sally had recently all but given up on
wearing panties. She had found that she could make herself available to her
Walter more quickly without them. Besides even as a girl it had always made her feel naughty
when she wore a dress and no underwear. They were talking quietly about
all the perverted things they would do together when they got to the cabin, They were
getting each other so excited that soon Sally thought they had to stop the talk or she would come all over the seat. At her request Walter stopped fingering her reluctantly
so that she could collect herself before the landing. It was a short flight and soon they were over New York.
Walter was just glad his dad had finally left
for good and the divorce was all but final. At this point he didn't want to share his
mother with anyone anymore, he wanted her to be his lover only. He was crazy about her.
This was going to be the best vacation at the family cabin
ever, Walter thought happily. He kept picturing his mom up there, and he could never think of her without picturing her naked. God, he had the best mother in the world!
Sally was in love with her son too by now and knew she
couldn't ever go back to an "ordinary" relationship. Not after experiencing the deep sexual love only a mother and son can share.
After their landing in Buffalo, Sally rented a car, and she Walter started
the drive up to the cabin. She thought she would give him a little treat
and let him drive there. He was excited like the young boy he was by this, and Sally smiled
to herself at what her son would say about the other treats she had in store
for him if he only knew. He got behind the wheel and started to drive. Sally sat close to him like his girlfriend. He
was a good driver she thought, proud of her son. After driving for a while,
Walter, noticing his mothers short dress riding way up her beautiful long legs,
reached his hand over to feel them up a little. Sally glanced up at her son and
smiled. He always did need something to do on long trips she remembered
still smiling. She let her legs open a little, her short skirt riding up further, just so her
young son could have easier access to her smooth legs and the pretty curls around her blond
pussy. Walter could just barely see it peeking out when he glanced over at
her. She smiled over to him knowingly. His mom, it seemed, had stopped
wearing underwear altogether he thought with a smile. His fingertips ran
up and down his mothers legs and up to her pink wet slit. She moaned softly when he touched it.
Every time his fingers brushed her clitoris she squealed with delight. She should stop him, she knew but didn't have the heart.
Oh dear, she thought wryly, What's a poor mother to do? God, here I am carrying on so, like a teenager and
in front of her own son! Ok darling, she said reluctantly after a while you have to stop fingering me for a while. Mommy's going to come all over the rental car seat.
Ok mom, he laughed. There is still quite a ways to go though...
They were on a clear stretch of road now, out in the country, with little
traffic coming toward them, going toward the city, and none at all in their
direction. She had an idea. Her boy was going to love this she thought, with a smile.
“Pull over to the right lane dear,” Sally said, “and drive slowly.”
Like a good son he always did as he was told, without looking at her.
“Now slide your seat back baby. All the way back honey.”
Again Walter did as he was told.
Sally faced around forward and leaned over toward her son, letting her
hand drop into his lap. She felt the panting pulse of his raging erection
against the back of her fingers. His cock was rock-hard, rigid, straining upward against his left trouser leg.
“My sonny boy,” she said, smiling up at him. “Isn't it eager today?”
He glanced down at his pretty sexy mother briefly, questioningly.
“It had a taste of you last night mom,” he said. “I think it's going to get that
way every time I think of you, the rest of my life. At least until I'm a hundred or so.
Sally turned her hand over in his lap and lightly caressed her sons
throbbing shaft through the imprisoning fabric. With her free hand, she
reached for and found the tab at the top of his fly, and slowly, tantalizingly,
zipped it down. With both hands, then, she freed the proud prisoner. It
pointed straight out toward the bottom of the steering wheel, its apple hard, shiny head a deepening purple.
Without another word, Sally leaned forward and took it tenderly into her
mouth, teasing the soft under shawl of wrinkles beneath the head with the top of her tongue.
“Oh, God mom,” Walter croaked, sounding unbearably tense, “they never
gave driving instructions about how to cope with this emergency.”
Sally took her mouth away from the tip of his straining prick.
“Relax darling,” she said. “Just keep your eyes on the road.”
Sally went back to work, licking and sucking carefully, deliberately,
tenderly. She felt no answering stir of passion, no unquenchable
moistening urge at the telltale lips of her pussy; only a sort of gentle
satisfaction, a pleasant feeling of doing nice something for her boy, something,
she knew, that was giving him pleasure. And something
completely out of the curriculum. She would have smiled at the thought, except that her mouth was otherwise occupied.
She felt his hips pumping as Walter strained to get his demanding cock
deeper into his mothers mouth, and she sucked it in deeply, licking the head for
while. And when he came, at last, in deep gushing spurts up into the back
of her mouth and throat, she felt herself swallowing instinctively, gathering in the jetting stream.
When the spurting had subsided, Sally sucked and licked the tip of her
sons cock clean, holding the slackening shaft upright with one hand. When she was finished,
Walter took one hand from the wheel to re-install his now relaxed cock in his pants
and zip up his fly. Then he looked at his mom wonderingly, without saying
anything. God he loved that she was such a sexy babe. She smiled at him innocently, and stuck out the moist pink tip of her tongue. “Feel better dear?” she asked with a little smile.
Walter nodded his head to her, with a grin. He looked at his mother much differently these days,
but said nothing. He reached down and slid his seat forward, looked ahead
at the road, and speeded up, toward their family cabin.
Sally's pussy was starting to get wet again as she thought about all the things they
were going to do once they got there. Hurry up honey, mommy wants your
cock inside her now. He did speed up and soon they were at the cabin.
Walter unloaded the luggage while Sally went up to take a bath and get ready for her son.
Now that they were alone in the familiar cabin and she had taken her bath Sally
began to finally relax. She came down the stairs from the bath slowly
knowing that the light behind her was allowing her young son to see everything
she had, but really, what did she care. After all, she was his own mother who
loved him unconditionally. She gave a new meaning to that, she smiled to
herself. Young Walter was already taking off his clothes in anticipation. She
smiled at her son’s eagerness, and sat down on the bed.
“What's your hurry honey?” she asked, smiling sexily at him, leaning back
on her elbows on the bed. Her robe opened enough for Walter to glimpse her nipple. Sally felt very relaxed now, still excited and
itching and wanting it, but some of the urgency had disappeared with the
bath. She raised one knee, slowly, lifting it high and then to the side, giving her boy a
long leisurely look at the furry crevice between her thighs, and a glimpse of pink. and then crossed it over her other knee.
Walter was staring at his mothers dewy thighs, his mouth slightly agape. His
Adam's apple rode up and down like an elevator.
“What's my hurry?” he said. “When we were driving here you said it was
urgent mom. Now it's urgent for me, too.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt
and threw it toward the chair. It slid off the to the floor, but Her young son
didn't notice