Thick and long and pulsing with life, Chuck's cock was the first thing that caught Felicia's eye. It was immense nearly a foot long. The prick was fat and smooth and angry red. And the helmet-shaped head mushroomed out into a fat, fleshy, cunt-stretching battering ram.
Felicia's cunt spasmed violently, sending a thick, creamy stream of pussy juice into her panties. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing her cut hard, trying to cut off the sexy sensations slamming through it. But instead of putting stop to the hot itch in the swelling nub of flesh, the pressure of her thighs and thick pussy labes only made her hominess worse. Shocked and excited, she gasped loudly, but the boy didn't hear her. He was far too absorbed in jacking off and gazing at the magazine he held in his left band.
The surprise of seeing her boy pounding his prick was just too much for Felicia. Her knees began to wobble and her heart missed a beat. Pressing herself up against the cool stucco of the archway, she managed to keep her balance.
Felicia hid herself behind the arched wall. She knew it was wrong to stand there and spy on the boy, but she just couldn't help it he was so damned sexy!
The afternoon light streaming through the high windows shone on his smooth bronze skin, accenting the well-developed muscles along his thighs and calves and upper arms. It sparkled and gleamed in his sun-bleached hair and in the darker curls at his groin.
"Baby, baby… "he groaned as he slid his right fist down to the root of his cock. Then he cupped his balls in his left hand, gently massaging them as he rolled them over his palm. Felicia could see that they were caught up tightly in the leathery sac at the base of his cock. Large and smooth beneath their sheath of skin, they looked as if they would burst, they were so full of hot cum.
Chuck's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he slid his hand up from his ball sac to the base of his cock, clutching at the flesh tightly. Slowly, he began to stroke upward.
"Aaah!" he sighed, squirming his ass against the carpet.
His cock flexed, swelling into an immense, rigid spike. When he got to the top of his prick shaft, he paused for a moment, then slid his fist up over the wide rim of his prick head.
"Aw Christ!" He shuddered, lifting his ass off the carpet and pounding it back down. The magazine slipped from his hand in the excitement, crumpling next to him.
Then,, when he brought his fist back down over the sensitive rim again, he groaned with pleasure, his legs trembling and his toes curling and uncurling with uncontrollable excitement.
Felicia couldn't help being fascinated by the show. Her eyes widened at the size of her son's cock. The boy's prick was even thicker and longer than his father's, which made it truly gigantic. And it was so smooth and supple looking, much less gnarled and ridged with veins.
Chuck's moans of pleasure grew louder. His cock was now fully erect. Opening his eyes, he reached for the folded magazine lying next to him, and held it slightly above him so he could gaze up at it as he continued to stroke his cock.
Felicia could not make out the details of the photo, but it was pretty obvious that it was a nude shot of a woman with huge tits. She shuddered, feeling spasms of jealousy and desire sear through her. She was growing more turned on by the minute. She slid her hand down the front of her dress, gasping with excitement at the slight pressure this brought against her hot, pulsing cit. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and the great load of slippery cunt cream pouring from it was now slipping down her thighs.
If only if only she could tear off her clothes right that minute, lie down beside him and take that gorgeous cock of his into her mouth and show him what it was like to make love to a real woman.
My God! What am I thinking? she gasped to herself, shocked that such a lewd thought could enter her wind.
This was her baby, the child she had nursed, bathed, taken to school. Surely she couldn't want to fuck him! But it was true. She couldn't deny it she had an overwhelming urge to throw herself on top of him and stick his luscious cock up her wildly pulsating cunt, or into her hot hungry mouth.
"Yeah, oh, yeah…" Chuck gasped suddenly, pumping hard now on his stiff cock. His face had turned a bright red; the cords in his neck stood out, his knees locked, and his legs went rigid. "Jesus! Shit!"
A stream of clear liquid spurted from the slit in the tip of his cock, and he grabbed his prick at its base, squeezing hard so that he wouldn't come.
Felicia saw that her boy was doing all that he could to prolong the build-up toward orgasm, and she was surprised by his self-control.
He gritted his teeth, holding his breath, squeezing as hard as he could, and then he let out a long sigh, releasing his prick, which was so hard, it stood up at a forty-five degree angle to his groin. Then he grabbed the magazine and flipped quickly through the pages until he found another picture. Folding the page back and getting back into his former position, he brought the magazine to his lips and kissed it.
Felicia had a better view of the picture this time. It was a shot of a blonde with immense tits, her legs opened wide so the curves of her inner and outer cunt labes were in view. And that's where her son had planted his lips on the woman's pink slash.
Chuck lay back again, holding the magazine in one hand as he had done before, and he grabbed his stiff prick in the other, rubbing up and down the length of it, sliding past the shiny bulb of his cock head all the way down to the curls at his groin and then back up again.
"Oh shit!" he rasped. "Oh God!" His face reddened, and his forehead puckered into a deep frown, transforming his clear, even features into a mask of lust.
Felicia felt the muscles in her cunt contracting violently as she watched her son approach what promised to be a spectacular orgasm. She moved up closer to the corner of the wall, pressing herself tightly against it, mashing her throbbing cunt into the cool stucco.
Chuck's prick pulsed and darkened, the head expanding, stretching its covering of shiny purplish skin so that it shone lewdly in the sunlight. And as he bucked and rolled on the floor, letting the magazine drop from his hand, another stream of clear fluid escaped from the tip of his cock and slid down the shaft,puddling in his pubic hair, glinting there like a handful of jewels.
Felicia's heart skipped a beat at this lewd display, and she had to use all her self-control to stifle the raspy sound of her breathing. She pushed her cunt brutally into the corner of the wall, bruising it and arousing herself still more. Come, baby, come! she chanted over and over in her mind, dying to see thick white jizz explode from her son's gorgeous cock head.
And, as if in answer to her lewd prayers, Chuck began to groan: "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
With a violent spasm that shook his entire body, he stiffened, arching his back, digging his heels into the carpet. With a clumsy, rumbling motion, he reached for a washcloth that had been lying by his right side, out of Felicia's sight, and wrapped it around the head of his pulsing cock.
"Shit! Shiiiit!" he bellowed as he pumped a huge load of hot cum into the washcloth.
Shit, shit, shit! Felicia muttered to herself when she realized that she wouldn't get the chance to see the rich cum spurt from her son's cock. She ground her cunt still harder into the corner of the wall in despair. At once, a sharp, burning flash of pleasure shot through the overexcited cunt nub, slashing through her pussy and jangling her nerves. She thought she would faint, the sensations racing through her body were so strong, so wild.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as a spiky orgasm sped through her, pounding her guts and spine, clouding her vision. Lights seemed to pop behind her eyes; her tits tingled, the nipples straining and scratching against her bra.
It was over all too soon. But she was still very, very excited. And she knew that the slightest pressure on her cit would spark another fantastic climax. She paused for a moment, holding her finger next tp her cunt. She wanted to bring herself off again, but even now, Chuck was coming out of his daze. Shaking his head, fluttering his eyelashes, he began to sit up and wipe the gooey mess off his prick shaft.
She had to think quickly. How was she going to get out of this awkward situation? What if Chuck were to suddenly get up and discover her spying on him? There was really only one solution. She'd have to re-enter the, house, making enough noise to warn the boy so he'd have time to pull on his shorts and get rid of the magazine and the washcloth. She=d pretend she'd seen nothing, had no idea that he had been jacking off.
Chuck was still panting on the floor. He'd let go of the washcloth, and his prick, lying against his right thigh, was beginning to shrivel. As it did, a few more precious drops of thick white cum were forced out of the shrinking head, and Felicia licked her lips hungrily.
But everything would be mined if he discovered her standing there watching him, so while he was still wrapped up in the pleasure of cumming, she backed out toward the front hallway and eased the door shut behind her. She waited a few minutes, and then, jingling her keys loudly, began to fumble with the lock, finally getting the door open.
"Chuck, I'm home!" she called out. She heard a mad scrambling coming from the living room, and she waited a few moments in the entryway before walking down the hail.
Chuck was standing in the living room in his cut-offs, looking flustered and ashamed. A vein in his temple pulsed; his eyes and lips were still puffy from his orgasm. Out of the corner of her eye, Felicia saw an edge of the magazine sticking out from behind the overstuffed chair, but she quickly looked away.
"Gosh, Mom, what are you doing home from your meeting so early?" Chuck asked hoarsely.
"Oh, I have a headache; thought I'd just come home and take a nap. How was surfing this morning?"
"Oh, great,… I got home a little early myself," he said. There was a tense moment of silence.
At last, Felicia smiled and said: "That's nice, dear. Well, I think I'm going to go ahead and lie down for a bit."
" Gee, sorry you're not feeling well, Mom." "Nothing to worry about. There's some leftover chicken in the fridge when you get hungry.
"I'm going over to Bobby Chilton's in a few minutes. Gonna help him work on his convertible. Guess we'll probably just grab a hamburger somewhere."
"All right, sweetie. See you for dinner then," Felicia said, fighting the urge to grab him and kiss him passionately.
She turned and walked slowly down the hail. When she got to her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and began stripping. The sweat was rolling down her body, and she didn't think she could stand the weight of her clothing for another minute. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her dress and let it slide down to the floor in a heap. Then she stepped out of it, kicking it aside. Since it was summer, she hadn't bothered with nylons. All she wore beneath her dress were bikini panties and a sheer bra. These she slipped out of quickly, and then she flung herself onto the king-sized bed.
Almost immediately, she began running her fingers over her large tits, kneading the springy, supple flesh, tweaking her stiff, rose-colored nipples. Her nipples were very, very sensitive. It was as if there were one long nerve leading from them to her pulsing, over-sized cut. How it tingled and- pulsed when she played with herself!
Images of her son's jacking-off episode flooded her mind. Her cunt pulsed violently, and thick, fragrant cunt juice began to ooze out, staining the bedspread, sliding down the crack of her ass.
"Oh, Chuck… " she sighed, picturing the boy in bed with her, his mouth to her large firm tit. She slid her hands down her thigh, pried open her cunt labes and began running her index finger up and down her slick cunt-slit, shivering and whimpering at the exciting burst of pleasure this brought her. Back and forth, back and forth she brushed her finger, slithering it across her dit, which had become stiff and erect. It was so engorged with blood that the lightest touch made it vibrate with sensation.
This continued until Felicia could stand it no more. She plunged first one, then two, then three fingers up her writhing cunt, plowing them in and sliding them back, pumping them in fucking motions that sent her gasping and wiggling while she pressed down on her cit.
"Chuck, darling! Oh, my darling, darling Chuck!" she groaned. In her imagination, it was his thick, throbbing prick that was reaming out her tender cunt, forcing its way up her slick, squirming fuck tunnel to her womb.
She tossed from side to side, her thick glossy hair fanning out beneath her. Now she curved her fingers slightly so the nails dug into her sensitive pussy flesh, setting off hundreds of sparks of pleasure.
"Ugh! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" she cried, her cunt muscles contracting bard around her fingers with her left hand, she grabbed her cit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. An explosion of thrilling sensation erupted deep in her pussy, pulsing through her sensitive nerves to her ass and up her spine. Her thighs quivered, her muscles tensed, and then she screamed loudly as a tremendous orgasm washed over her.
"CHUCK! Chuck, baby!" she called out, spasm after spasm seizing her until all at once, she collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.
A few moments later, spent and exhausted, the full shame of her desperate fantasy hit her. "Dear God, what am I going to do?" she whimpered, for she knew this would not be the end of it.