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"Mom. Mom... Mom..." Sheila heard someone say as if from a distance.
She wheeled about and found her son, who had apparently been trying to catch her attention for quite some time.
Sheila had been wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming about Terry and her lust for him. She flushed uncontrollably when she was forced to look him in the eye. She hadn't been spying on him for three days now, having forced herself to put a stop to her pussy-diddling, but her mind was still on him and her pussy oozed cuntjuice the minute she saw his boyishly handsome face.
Could her son possibly know what wild and depraved things she was thinking and feeling? Could he possibly have found out that she had been watching him fuck the living daylights out of Wendy? She knew how ridiculous her fears were. What son could possibly suspect his own mother of such things? She was safe. She had to be!
"Oh... Terry... yes..." she stammered. "My goodness, dear, you frightened me!" She smiled weakly, at least able now to look him in the eye again.
"Must be these sneakers, Mom," Terry laughed. "I was just out playin' some tennis. Guy's gotta keep in shape. How 'bout a game?"
"Oh... well... I don't know, Terry... I don't think so," she said, noticing that he was wearing only a pair of loose white shorts and tennis shoes.
"Aw c'mon, Mom. I remember how you used to play tennis all the time!"
Sheila had been having more and more trouble lately keeping her eyes off Terry's big cock and balls. She wanted to play tennis with him, but she was afraid that her uncontrollable ogling of his handsome body would alert him to her maddening lust for him.
"I'm... well... I'm too old to play tennis, Terry," she said with a half-smile. "I'm afraid I couldn't keep up with you."
"Old?!" Terry laughed. "Old?! You?! You gotta be kiddin'!"
"Then you don't think I'm an old lady?"
"God no! An old lady, my ass!" Terry blurted.
"Oh... well... I suppose I've been holding together fairly well for a thirty-six-year-old mother," she giggled.
"I guess you are holdin' together pretty well! You're beautiful!" Terry said, his eyes glittering strangely.
Terry saw the playful smile on his mother's lovely face, but there was something about her expression that made him wonder if she might really doubt that she was still beautiful. He wanted to reassure her.
"Well, Terry, I wouldn't exactly say I was beautiful..." she smiled. "I wouldn't say it, but I certainly like hearing you say it!"
"Okay, Mom, I'll say it again then. You're beautiful!" Terry grinned, barely able to keep his eyes off his mother's huge tits.
"And you're the handsomest boy in the whole world!" Sheila said, throwing her arms around her son and hugging him in spite of her fears.
Terry was amazed at his mother's sudden flood of emotion. She had seemed cool toward him, almost too cool, ever since he had been reunited with her. Perhaps it would be easier to talk to her now, easier to express the love he felt for her. But just when he was about to throw his arms around her and hold her tight, she drew away, turning her back on him. He was hurt, but he knew that she had had a hard time in the past three years and he knew that her feelings for him would warm in time.
In reality, Sheila's feelings for her son were more than warm. When her handsome young son's nearness to her began to make her tits tingle, she had to pull away from him, had to pull away from him for fear that she might give away her inner feelings.
"Okay, Mom... uh... well... I guess we'll play tennis some other time."
"Yes, Terry, some other time," Sheila said, without turning to face her son.
"Uh... Mom..."
"Yes, Terry," Sheila said, ashamed of her cold behavior.
"Uh... do you mind if I bring Wendy over tonight? For dinner maybe?" Terry asked hesitantly.
"Wendy? I suppose you might as well. You spend the rest of your time with her. You might as well spend your evenings with her too," she answered sharply, wishing immediately that she had kept her true feelings to herself.
"Gosh, Mom... I didn't... uh... I didn't know you didn't like her..." Terry said. "We can go somewhere else if you want us to..."
"No, no, don't be silly, darling. Terry, I'm awful sorry! I shouldn't have snapped at you that way. I suppose I'm just a bit... jealous. Mothers get that way sometimes, darling. Of course you may invite Wendy! She's a lovely and very sweet girl. In fact I'll prepare something especially delicious for dinner tonight! I've been dabbling in French cookery. I suppose Wendy likes the French way of doing things."
Sheila smiled, strangely intrigued at the prospect of spending the evening with the girl whom her son had been fucking so often.
Sheila also felt wicked when she made her remark about the French way of doing things. She smiled slyly at her son and nearly giggled out loud when he looked down at his shoes nervously.
"Yes, Terry, I think you should invite Wendy over tonight. I think it's about time I got to know your girl friend. Don't you agree?"
"Sure, Mom! That's great! That's real great!" Terry said excitedly, turning to leave and almost running into the door.
Sheila loved the way her son had reacted to her invitation, loved the way his face suddenly lit up with excitement. He seemed like a child in his happiness, so unlike the hard-cocked young stud she had seen fucking the shit out of Wendy.
"Eight o'clock all right?" Sheila smiled. "That is if you can tear yourselves away from each other long enough to eat."
"Gosh, Mom, we'll just have to try!" Terry grinned bashfully.
"I'm planning to take in a late movie in town tonight, darling. I'll be leaving around ten and I won't be back until one in the morning. Do you think you and Wendy can find something to amuse yourselves with until I return?"
"Jesus Christ yeah!" Terry gasped, then turned to leave.
Terry knew what he and Wendy would be doing if his mother left them alone! And his mother didn't seem to mind at all! In fact she seemed to be encouraging it! She was some mother all right. Terry felt a strange stirring in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his mother's house, something that would make the experience dangerous and wild.
"Eight o'clock now, Terry," Sheila called after her young son. She watched him run down the long stairs to the beach.
She almost collapsed when she realized what she had done. What had gotten into her? How had she allowed herself to invite Wendy over for an evening of fucking and sucking with her son? She knew perfectly well that Terry would be in Wendy's pants the minute she left the house. There was something about the spur-of-the-moment move that made her pussy tingle with sexual excitement.
She had actually invited her son and his pretty girl friend to fuck in her house, had actually given her blessing to their hot-fucking activities.
"Terry, I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy said warmly, curled up on Sheila's sofa with her head nestled against Terry's broad shoulder.
The evening had gone very well for everyone, much more smoothly than earlier encounters between Wendy and Sheila. Sheila had been gracious this evening, exhibiting not a bit of the jealousy she had exhibited on previous occasions. Terry felt more comfortable knowing that his two favorite women could be friends.
"Terry. I said I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy repeated. "Are you there, Terry?"
"Oh sure, Wendy. I'm here. Boy am I here!" he said, feeling something stirring between his legs.
"Thank God! I was beginning to wonder! Is anything the matter?" Wendy asked. "You've been awfully moody lately."
"Nah, I'm fine! But don't you think Mom was... well..."
"I think I know what you mean, Terry. She was different tonight. Warmer," Wendy said.
"Sure, she was warmer and friendlier... but don't you think she was... well... sort of..." Terry hesitated, unable to find the right words to describe his mother's unusual behavior.
"Sort of... seductive?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah. I guess," Terry said, almost to himself.
"In fact, Terry, your mother was just dripping with sexiness," Wendy said, resting her hand on Terry's knee.
"You think so?" Terry asked softly.
"At first I thought she was trying to impress me. But then I realized that she was just acting like any other woman would. After all, Terry, I am monopolizing all your time. She hasn't seen you in three years! I think your mother and I can become great friends now that we... understand each other," Wendy smiled.
"I guess you're right, Wendy. I do want you to be friends. She really is a beautiful woman," Terry said, almost to himself.
"Well, I must admit she filled out that dress rather well," Wendy said. "Do you think she's more beautiful than little me?"
"You jealous too?" Terry grinned.
"Maybe," Wendy replied, beginning to stroke his knee. "You seemed to be paying her a lot of attention tonight." Wendy pouted.
"Aw shit, Wendy, she's my mother!" Terry shrugged. "Why the hell would I pay that much attention to my own mother?"
"I certainly don't know, dear boy. But you might notice that your mother is all we have talked about this evening!" Wendy said teasingly. "One would think that you intend to fuck her tonight instead of me!"
Terry grimaced.
"What's the matter, Terry? I was only playing! I didn't mean to imply that you're a motherfucker, darling! Of course I might call you worse things if you don't snap out of it and start taking off my clothes! My cunt feels like it's full of butterflies! I want you to fuck the piss out of me, Terry! Fuck me while we have the house to ourselves! Isn't that why your mother left us alone? Now quit wasting time and fuck me with that nice hot cock of yours!"
Wendy moved her warm hand closer and closer over his leg to the bulge of his hot crotch.
"It sure was funny how Mom left the house like that. I really think she wanted us here alone so we could fuck. She knew I was gonna fuck you, Wendy. Why do you think she did a thing like that?" Terry was obviously puzzled and a bit upset by his mother's unusual behavior.
"It was a bit strange, I suppose. But who gives a shit why she did it? Just give me a good fucking! I need a good hot fuck! I need that big beautiful cock of yours jerking away inside me! Just imagine fucking in a nice comfortable bed! I was getting tired of the beach. I thought I'd never get the sand out of my cunt last time!"
Wendy grabbed Terry's soft cock through the tight material of his pants and began squeezing his prick. She tugged at his big thick cock and kneaded the meaty prick until it started to stir in his pants. She could feel his prick swelling in her hand, swelling and hardening slowly.
With her free hand, Wendy began fingering Terry's bulging crotch where his hot balls rested between his strong legs. She could feel his entire body responding to her loving caresses. She felt her pussy moistening, running with cunt-honey, dripping with wild excitement.
Wendy's manipulation of his cock and balls soon made Terry forget about his lovely mother. And yet the memory of her sleek sexy body remained in the back of his mind as did the memory of her furtive sidelong glances as she spoke to him. There was definitely something about his mother's behavior that evening that excited him strangely, and perhaps even frightened him a bit.
Wendy worked her soft hands over his stirring nuts and growing cock.
"I think it's getting bigger, Terry! You must be noticing me now, stud!" Wendy smiled sweetly. "Does that make your cock feel nice and hot?"
"You bet your sweet ass, baby!" Terry grunted, turning toward her and putting his big strong hands over her swelling tits. "Does that make your tits feel nice and hot?"
He gently squeezed her titties through the silky material of her thin tight dress.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Wendy moaned, closing her eyes for a moment in pure bliss. "That feels wonderful! Wonderful! You're so strong... so strong... and you're all mine!"
"And you're all mine, Wendy! I'm gonna suck your tits, baby!" Terry said as he began attacking the zipper of Wendy's tight dress.
"Yes, Terry, get my tits out! I want you to feel them naked! I love being naked with you! I just love having your hands on my tits! You make me hot all over, Terry! You make me feel like fucking all night! All night! Please fuck me, darling. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!"
Wendy moaned excitedly as she felt her zipper being pulled down and her thigh slowly exposed.
"I'm gonna fuck you all right, Wendy. You're drivin' me nuts!" Terry rasped as he fumbled with the top of her dress.
When he had managed to unfasten the top of her dress, Wendy shrugged her shoulders and let the garment fall open in front of her. Her beautiful tits were naked and proudly outthrust before her. She felt Terry's hand sneaking inside her dress and caressing the silken flesh of her thigh.
Her cunt twitched and tingled with passion as his fingers moved closer to the furry blonde nest of her twat. Her legs shivered uncontrollably. Her tits tingled and burned with a strange sensual fire. She felt her cunt seething with excitement, felt her cunt-muscles working even before Terry had impaled her with his hot cock.
"Goddamn that looks great! Jesus Christ, Wendy! Every time I look at those fuckin' tits I go nuts!" Terry said appreciatively, his eyes flashing between her luscious young tits and her mock innocent smile.
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