The next time Beth saw her son she knew that she wasn't cured. Later that evening Beth found Tom as sexy and attractive as ever.
She tried to think about her cunt-lapping session with Peggy, but that only made it worse. If sucking a pussy hadn't cured her of her need to fuck her son, nothing would, she figured.
It seemed that Beth had come to the point where she would have to choose between actually fucking Tom or resigning herself to constant horniness.
Beth left Tom in the living room watching TV and went to her room to think things over.
Of course if she knew how Tom had watched her ass wiggle as she left the room and how he had pulled his prick out right there on the couch as he thought about her, her decision would be easier.
In her room Beth paced back and forth and looked at herself in the mirror.
Would he want to fuck me? Beth asked herself. As she looked at her reflection she was confident that he would. Au she would have to do would be to flash her naked body at the boy and he would be her slave. Beth understood the horniness of young boys.
But what would happen after she first fucked him? Beth could only imagine how wonderful it would be to have a young boy right in her own house who she could turn to for a fuck whenever she wanted.
And if the boy wanted to stop fucking her at some future date? Beth thought that at least her incestuous urge might be cured by then.
But incest was simply wrong. She didn't know why it was, but everybody knew that it was wrong.
Lying was wrong too, as was stealing, but sometimes you had to lie or steal. If anyone ever had to commit incest, she did.
It didn't take long for Beth to convince herself that she was going to indulge her kinky desires.
But how? She couldn't treat her son as just another young stud… or could she?
Beth began to consider all the ways she could get her son into her bed. She could show him her naked body, and it could be done so it seemed like an accident.
Then when the boy was wild with lust he would gladly fall into her arms.
Or she could spy on him, and when he began jerking off the next time she could stumble in on him, again as if by accident. Tom would be easy prey with his hard prick in his hand.
On the other hand Beth could go into the living room right now and sit down next to him. She could tell him how much she longed to fuck him. He couldn't turn down such a straight forward approach.
As she mulled over these possibilities she grew outrageously horny, and it was soon clear that she would have to put her last plan into effect immediately, or rub off to buy more time.
Going into the living room to tell the boy that she needed to fuck him was a bigger step than Beth was ready to take, so she watched the mirror as she began peeling off her blouse.
She would rub herself off again, hoping that soon she wouldn't need to satisfy herself this way much longer. Soon she would be able to call her son to come and fuck her.
Meanwhile she had to relieve the lust she'd generated with her planning.
When her blouse was off she cupped her big tits in her hands. It seemed as though she was wringing juice from her cunt by squeezing her jugs. There must have been some connection, because her pussy was oozing freely.
Dropping one tit, Beth grabbed her crotch. She was still wearing her slacks, but holding her cunt was fun nevertheless.
When she felt the moisture of her pussy through her slacks she decided it was time to dig deeper, so she quickly pulled down her pants and undies.
She watched her cunt appear in the mirror and was reminded of her lesbian fun with Peggy that afternoon, but the memory didn't diminish her lust for her son.
When Beth was completely naked she looked closely at her body in the mirror. She was sure that Tom would be struck dumb by the sight.
What she didn't know, however, was that Tom was looking at her at that very moment.
When Beth had left her son in the living room he happened to be in an especially horny mood. At first he thought he would jerk off there on the couch, so he pulled his prick out and began to stroke it.
He decided that jerking off again wouldn't do. After all, he'd jerked off so much now that it had become as normal as breathing.
Tom followed his mother instead, and when he heard her bedroom door close he stood outside. He'd never done anything like this before, but the idea of peeking through his mother's keyhole thrilled him.
Of course he never dreamed that his mother had done the same thing to him. If he knew that his mother had watched him jerking off he wouldn't have felt nearly as perverted as he did right now.
When Tom knelt to put his eye to the keyhole he found that he had a pretty good view. His mother was pacing in and out of sight, but finally came to a stop before her dresser where Tom could see her clearly.
He wasn't prepared for what he saw next.
When Beth grabbed her own tits the boy was hit by a jolt of excitement like he'd never known, and by the time Beth had stripped, Tom was going wild. His prick was so hard and jerked so violently he was afraid it might burst. The boy couldn't help taking it into his fist and pumping the loose skin. But Tom hadn't seen anything yet.
Beth rolled her hips forward to give herself a view of her snatch in the mirror. She could see the white twin melons of her ass below and behind her fuzzy triangle, and the crack of her ass looked inviting.
But what she was interested in most was the soaking crack of her cunt and the clit hidden within.
Placing the fingers of each hand on the sides of her hairy mound, she separated the lips. Her cunt spread, and in the mirror Beth could see the pink interior. Her clit could be seen surrounded by the ridge of her inner lips as they met near the front of her gash.
On the other side of her door Tom wished he could see the view in the mirror, but he couldn't complain about the view he did have.
Tom was watching his mother from the side, and her profile was spectacular, especially when she thrust her hips out.
Her huge tits were resting on her chest and her ass sagged lusciously.
Tom couldn't believe what his mother was doing. Even though he liked to look at himself standing naked and hard in front of his mirror he thought it was odd behavior for a grown woman.
Little did he know that his mother was every bit as horny as he.
Beth began to move her fingers from the mound of her cunt to the spread slot. She felt her inner lips and stretched the entrance to her tunnel.
Tom couldn't see into his mother's crotch from his vantage point, but he did understand that she was tickling her pussy. He thought he must be the luckiest kid in the world.
Beth reached up with one hand and grabbed a tit, which left only one hand to take care of her cunt.
She fucked herself with a long middle finger, and at the same time began tickling her clit with her thumb. The fingers in her cunt soon had her whole body shimmering.
If Tom thought he had already seen something wonderful, suddenly he saw an amazing sight because Beth's ass and tits began bouncing. Tom had never seen such an exciting motion as his mother's ass cheeks waving like a flag in a wind storm, and the tit that she left hanging free while she held its twin shimmied crazily.
The show was getting wilder by the minute.
Beth pushed the tit she held up toward her face. Her head lowered, and Tom saw the incredible sight of his mother sucking her own nipple.
By that time the boy was shivering with lust too, and his hand was pumping on his prick. He tried to keep his hand moving slowly so he could enjoy coming, but that was impossible.
Hearing his mother's cry of passion was all Tom needed to trigger his climax. Bullets of jism sprang from his cock and hit his mother's door. He finished coming, but the sight through the keyhole kept his prick hand, and his lust raging.
Meanwhile, Beth's body was shaking violently. Tom could see that she was going to come soon.
Tom thought he could make himself come again if he kept hit fist pumping. This opportunity was much too good to waste on a single orgasm.
As she continued fingering her pussy Beth began turning so that she could get different views of her body, and that gave the kid at her keyhole other views too.
She turned her back on her son, and Tom thrilled at the sight of her ass cheeks shaking.
Below her flapping cheeks he could see her hand as it reached into her cunt.
Then Beth gave herself another turnaround. While she admired her other profile in the mirror Tom had a frontal of the masturbating woman.
Her cunt was covered by the back of the hand that worked on it, but her tits could be seen to their best advantage.
Beth still held one tit up to her face, and Tom could see how she stuck her tongue out and licked the pink nipple. He could also see how the heavy globe sat on her hand and protruded between her clutching fingers.
The other tit, of course, was freely bouncing and shaking.
Tom could already feel another orgasm growing in him, and he knew he would never forget the unbelievable sight he was witnessing.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Beth moaned as she dropped the tit from her mouth. She faced the mirror again and staggered toward the dresser beneath it. Still rubbing her twat with all her might, she leaned over the dresser, supporting herself with her free hand.
She began howling and shaking. Tom knew he was watching his mother in the grip of an orgasm.
After shaking and trembling, Beth's body slowed and went limp. Her hand dropped from her crotch, but she still leaned over her dresser as she panted in exhaustion.
Tom was still pumping his but since he'd had an orgasm less than five minutes before, the next orgasm was long in coming. Even the sight of Beth rubbing off couldn't make Tom come twice in five minutes.
Tom kept trying though. Even after his mother staggered out of sight, he kept pounding his prick.
Stuck between orgasms, his head buzzing with the sight he'd seen, Tom forgot the danger of being caught. That was unfortunate because the next thing he knew, the doorknob near his forehead turned, and the door swung open.
There wasn't much Tom could do to disguise his actions. He looked in horror at the woman who towered above him, his prick still throbbing in his hand. His pants were pulled down to his knees.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Beth gasped in surprise.
For several seconds both mother and son froze, then Beth shut her door and Tom jumped up. He pulled his pants up quickly and ran to his room.
Tom wished he could disappear from the face of the earth. How could he ever face his mother again after being caught like that?
If she'd only been changing her clothes it might be different, but he'd watched her rubbing off! If his mother had peeked at him jerking off, Tom thought, he would never forgive her. Naturally he didn't know she had seen him jerking off, and what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.
Beth knew she had been seen in her secret practice. She couldn't blame the boy without blaming herself for peeking at him, and she knew the desperation that drove Tom to peek at her. But Beth couldn't help feeling as Tom did. How could she ever face him again?