Peg was already sitting at the kitchen table when Jim came in with the glass. He hadn't thought about what to say, if anything, and hoped that his mother would explain. Peg saw the glass as an omen of trouble.
"Good morning," she said with as much casualness as she could. "There's some pancake batter in the bowl and the pan's still hot."
Jim put the glass in the sink, said good morning and began making some pancakes for himself. Peg knew that she'd better say something. The boy obviously knew that she'd been in his mom.
"Did I leave that glass in your room?" she asked. "Someone did," Jim said without expression. "Yeah, welt, you know last night was your father's and my anniversary and I had a few drinks to celebrate. Before I went to sleep, I looked in on you just like I used to when you were small.
Mothers get sentimental once in a while, you know."
Peg thought it was a good speech, but she could feel her face turning red. What if the boy saw her running from his room with her hand in her crotch?
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"No," he said, but Peg could tell by his tone that he felt that his privacy had been invaded.
As they ate, Jim asked his mother to tell him about his father again. It was a familiar question, and she enjoyed telling him about the man who had disappeared forever when Jim was still an infant. She told him again about how they met when Peg was still in school and Clark was a lumberjack. Site told him about how they would go for long walks in the woods and about how they in away to get married.
Telling her son these familiar stories let her relax and forget-about the night before. Of course, she didn't tell him how his father had introduced her to fucking and had changed her life forever, or
how, on those long walks, they would stop several times and fuck until the woods rang with their cries of lust. She didn't mention the fact that his fattier had the biggest and hardest cock she had ever seen until the little episode in his room the night before.
After breakfast, and the stories about his father, Jim want back upstairs. It was Saturday, so he would hang around the house for a while and then go out to find the guys. He went into his room and jumped on the bed. Jim began thinking about his mother again. He still felt uneasy about her coming into his room like she had.
He knew that he had a hard-on in the morning when he woke up, and he wondered if he might have had one when she came in. The thought had a strange effect on the boy. First, he felt embarrassed, but then it began to seem exciting. Finally, he actually hoped that he did have a boner and that it showed through the covers.
Having these thoughts made his prick stiff, and he decided to jerk off before going out. He went to his closet and began pulling his secret stash of magazines out. As he flipped through them, his cock strained against his zipper until he let it out. As he looked down at the monstrous cock, his hope that it was hard and showing when his mother came into his room came back to him. He
knew that his cock was bigger than any of his buddies' and he didn't think his mother had seen many as big.
He grabbed his prick but didn't begin jerking it just yet. First, he wanted to study the pictures of naked women in the magazine until he was panting in desire. As he looked at the tits and asses and spread crotches, he began to think of his mother's body.
She we beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Her red hair and peen eyes made her stand out in any crowd. The way her hair cascaded down her shoulders in big curls, and the way it bounced when she walked, made men turn and look as she strolled down the street.
Jim hadn't seen her naked since before he was interested in girls, but now that he thought about the way she looked when she took him to the beach or when she sun bathed in the back yard, he had to admit that her body was better-than any in the magazine he was looking through.
Funny, he thought, that she'd never turned him on before. But now his prick was growing at his mental picture of her. Her tits were enormous, he realized, as he pictured her walking across the living room in her green sleeveless top. And her ass was wide and bilk. She had a narrow waist. Yes, his mother was a real dish and that made it even
more exciting to think about her standing next to him as he slept.
As Jim wrapped his fist around his cock and began tugging the loose skin back and forth, he looked at the pictures in the magazine, but he was seeing his mother in his mind's eye.
He stared at a color picture of a spread pussy and thought of his mother's cunt. The face showing above a set of big tits, between spread, uplifted legs, became Peg's face.
As his pleasure mounted and his breathing deepened, Jim imagined that he could smell the sweet mixture of his mother's perfume and the warm scent of her body. As he tried to figure out how it would feel to shove his cock into the cunt he was looking at in the magazine, it became his mother's cunt he longed for, and he thought how her gigantic tits would make a nice pillow.
By the time his gism began to shoot from the blown-up head of his pecker, he could only think of his mother. Jim had developed his imagination to the point where he could fill in all the unknown details of the mysteries of sex, but he was determined to fill in some of those blanks with research at home.
As usual, he mopped up his spilled gism and went downstairs. He was, in for a shock this time though. That redhead with the big tits looked
different… It was like the time one of his friends had shown him a cartoon of Dagwood and Blondie that showed them fucking. The next time he saw them in the paper, he felt that he had invaded their private life. Now, after his fantasies about his mother, she looked entirely different. Her tits, that had always just been another pert of her, seemed to be waiting for his hands to caress them, and she walked across the kitchen, he imagined her upper thighs brushing together, soft skin and hair in motion.
"I'm going out now, Mom," he called.
"Will you be home for lunch?"
He said he didn't know, and left with a slam of the screen door. Peg was troubled. The night before was a little blurry in her mind, but she did remember going into his room and what she did there, and the thoughts she had. Those thoughts were still with her even though she was afraid that Jim was suspicious of her now.
Going to the window, she watched him walk down the street. His tall, slim figure looked good to her and she felt her pussy warm up. Jim's brown hair hung down over his cam and beck and bounced a he took those long strides. She had always been proud of him, but now he was suddenly becoming more, much more.
As she saw him turn the corner and disappear,
Peg knew that she had entered a new world of lust and the object of it was going to be around to keep her in constant frustration. Even as she thought that she would have to tight the attraction, she found herself climbing the stairs to his room.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she entered his room. She usually went into his room to change his sheets anti put his freshly ironed clothes into his drawers, but this time she didn't have either of those things in mind.
As she looked at his rumpled sheets her cunt began to dampen, and she tried to picture him still lying there. As she brought the scene from the night before back to her mind she was able to pretend that the boy was still lying there, but she was able to add a few imaginary flourishes. A trance of wishful imaginings began to fill her mind. The room became dark and her son appeared as if by magic in the bed.
Peg grabbed her pussy just as she had the night before and rubbed the hairy mound until her hand was soaked with the fragrant juice that was oozing from the crack. The passion that was radiating from her pussy made the daydream more and more real until every detail of the boy's body was as real as could be.
She saw again how his hard prick tented the blanket up and how it throbbed with his pulse.
Now she even had a better view of the wonderful shape of the fat head than she had when the boy was really then. Peg pulled out her tit again and pushed it up to her face. So far, everything had been the same as the night before but now she could put her imagination to work with the events that hadn't happened.
She imagined her son opening his eyes and staring at her as she continued to rub her pussy and suck her tit. She imagined that rather than act surprised or ask her what she was doing, he merely lifted the sheet and showed her his twitching cock. When Peg began to pull her clothes off, she didn't know if she were really doing it, or dreaming that she was. When she felt the cool air of the room on her naked body, she guessed that die really had undressed.
As she walked to the empty bed, she kept the dream alive by picturing Jim reaching out for her. The sheets were cold, but her mind tricked her by making them feel warmed by the boy's hot body. Peg pulled the coven over her and grabbed her pussy again, but she pretended that it was his hand cupping the wet flesh of her plump match. She imagined the feel of his huge rod, and by remembering how the boy's father's prick had felt, it was easy to pretend.
"Oh, Jim," she mumbled, "I've wanted to
have you like this for so long."
She imagined him telling her that he had longed to fuck her, too. Peg spread and lifted her knees, opening her pussy for the probing finger that was pushing through the outer-lips. She even fingered herself with the same clumsy groping that she thought a young, inexperienced boy would use. She told herself what a nice cunt she had and made it sound to her lust soaked brain like her son's voice. She couldn't remember being so excited since her husband had first shown her the splendors of sex.
Forming a prick-like shape with three fingers, Peg fucked herself with the energy that a teenage boy would exert. She imagined the weight of her son on top of her, and she massaged her own tits as he would. Peg liked to reach around a guy's hips while he was plowing his dick up her cunt and hold his tight asscheeks, so that's what she pretended she was doing, and the thought of lining that kid's ass in her hands made her lust jump higher than it already was.
The bed was shaking and bouncing wildly with Peg's gyrations. The covers were being dragged down by her kicking feet and if there were someone there to witness that incredible scene, he would have been treated to the sight of her enormous tits heaving in a frenzy with her wild writhing and one leg sticking out and kicking in the
air. Her head was thrown back and her mouth hung open as she made her lust sound out.
As her orgasm began to blossom, Peg lifted her knees up near her tits so she could thrust her fingers higher up her starving cunt. She bucked like a colt with a bun under its saddle. The blinding pleasure filled her brain with explosions of ecstasy as her cunt turned into a molten heap of bliss. She kept the imaginary boy pumping her until she could feel him pumping her full of hot gism.
When the pleasure drained away, the imaginary Jim vanished and Peg was left there on his bed, alone and perverted, but satisfied for the time being.
Peg endured the lust she was suffering from by jerking off a lot with the image of her son in her mind. So far, she'd been able to resist doing anything foolish; she hadn't even gone into his room again, but she was longing for him with increasing passion. She'd gone out with a few of the regular guys, but when they fucked her she couldn't help pretending that it was Jim's prick ramming her snatch.
One day while she was doing her shopping, a voice intruded on her constant fantasies. Turning,
she saw Bill run out of his office to catch up with her. He was a good fellow and he obviously had the hots for Peg, but she never accepted his offers for a date. As he ran up to her now, though, there was something about him that made her tits ache to be sucked and her cunt impaled.
"Hi, Peg. I just saw you walk by and I had to conic out. You look like you're walking around in a daze, but it becomes you. How about having dinner with me tonight?"
"I can't," she said without thinking. "I have to make dinner for Jim." Something made her stop her automatic refusal. Suddenly, she wanted to go out with Bill. "But after dinner I'm free," she said.
He said he would pick her up at eight. As Peg walked away, she wondered why she had accepted a date with Bill after turning him down for years. Bill had gone to school with her and he had known Clark. As she thought about it, she suddenly stumbled on the reason that she felt differently about him, but she didn't know if it were real or just her imagination. As he ran up to her, there was something about his movements that reminded her of her son. She wondered if she would want to fuck him, and if she did, if she would only pretend that it was Jim again.
When Peg got home, she was surprised to find
that the date with Bill seemed to ease her hunger for Jim. Even when her son came to her and asked what was for dinner, she was able to keep from looking down at his crotch and longing to take that prick into her hands. She told her boy that she would be going out, and that he would have to stay home.
As she fixed dinner, she thought about Bill. He was a good-looking guy and certainly nice enough. He had money and the respect of everyone in town. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't let him take her out. As she wondered about that she hit on a possibility. Every man she'd gone out with was either new in town or someone she hadn't known at all while Clark was still around. Maybe it was Bill's relation to her former life that she objected to; her life before Clark split.
In any case, she found herself hoping Bill would want to fuck her and she assumed that he would.
Peg had learned to recognize that gleam in a guy's eye that meant he was interested. Her body began gearing up for a big evening. Jim, sitting across the table, increased her lust, but he wasn't the object of it this time. She saw some hope of losing her perverted desires and replacing them with normal ones.
After dinner, Peg took a shower, powered and perfumed her body, then planned what she would
wear. She went through her drawers and closet in a fit of indecision. She picked out her sexiest panties, a pair that consisted of two triangles connected to a waistband. Although she hadn't picked out a dress, she knew that it would be one that accented her tits, so she chose a bra that would push them up in twin heaps of bouncing flesh. The panties and bra were black and lacy, and as Peg admired herself in the mirror, she knew that no man could resist her after seeing her clad in those skimpy garments.
Flipping through a dozen slinky dresses, she picked one that was very sexy. It was a shiny blue dress with a plunging V-neck. As the cool, silky material fell over her body, Peg shivered with anticipation of the time she would be pulling that dress off.
As Peg dressed, Jim walked back and forth from his room to the bathroom, trying to get a glimpse of his mother's naked body. Her door wasn't quite closed and as he passed it, he could sometimes get a glance of movement in her room. He was afraid to go up to the door and peer in, but he was dying to get a look at the woman who had come to dominate his horniness.
The bathroom was still hot and steamy from her shower, and even that was enough to stiffen the boy's prick. He imagined his mother standing there
under the shower and moving her huge tits around in the lather. He looked at the bar of soap she used and thought about the cracks and curves of her body that the lucky bar had traveled over. The towel site had used had the sweet scent of her body clinging to it, and Jim wished he could be a towel for his Mom: caressing her every square inch.
After those musings in the bathroom, his heart was pounding and his desperation was taking control of him. The next time he walked to his bedroom, he made a wide curve that took him very close to her door. As he passed, his eyes picked up a flash of flesh-colored and black movement. He gasped with horny excitement as he gave up to his instincts.
Rather titan going back into his room, he stopped there in the ball, looking at the long streak of light that radiated from his mother's door. In that room was the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen, and if he looked through that crack, be would see something that could knock the wind out of him.
Jim's body was humming with passionate greed as he began to move closer to the door. When he picked up a whiff of the perfume his mother was wearing, he lost what little control he still had. No matter what would happen, he had to peek into her room. Although he WSS afraid she
would hear his heart pounding, he leaned closer and looked in. Then he saw her.
At first he cursed himself for waiting so long. She was already beginning to dress. But when he watched her moving in the black panties and bra, he realized that there was still a lot to see. Jim had to grab the front of his pants and wiggle around to get his hard prick into a position where it wouldn't hurt.
Peg was looking at herself in the mirror when Jim first focused on her. He saw her lift her hand and take the bra in a firm grip, then tug it while she shook her tits to get them into the best position for showing off. As she made the flesh of her tits jiggle, Jim felt his balls churning with boiling gism.
Then Peg adjusted her panties. Turning to look at every angle of her body also gave her son a terrific display. He saw the creamy cheeks of her ass through the black nylon, and the crack looked so good that he thought he would faint if he couldn't press his face into it. Peg patted her belly, and walked to the closet.
By the time Peg put her dress on, Jim was in an advanced state of wild passion. His prick was threatening to tear the zipper out of his pants and he knew that he would have to let the high-pressured gism out, but he wanted to wait. He
had an idea, and it seemed so incredible that he wanted to save all his lust for it.
He went into his room, and crawled onto the bed. His weight pressing on the bucking cock in his pants felt great, and he knew that all he would have to do to come would be to rub his bulging crotch on the mattress a few times, but he remained still.
He heard the doorbell, but he didn't want to be the one to go down to open it. There was no way he could hide his condition, especially with his oversized equipment Peg ran out of her room and down the stairs. Jim heard some conversation, then his mother yelled up to him telling him that she was leaving. That was what be was waiting for.
Jumping out of bed, he told her to have a good time, then waited for her to leave. When he heard a car pull away, he went into his mother's room.
The room still had the scent of his mother's perfume. As be looked around, his eyes were invited to some silky garments piled on her chair. This is what he'd been waiting for. He walked to the chair and touched the top of that heap. The feel of those cool, soft garments made him gasp.
He looked through the pile and found a slip, bra and pair of panties. His fingers trembled as he held the panties up to his nose. A strange, but nice, odor filled his nose. So, that was what a cunt
smelled like, he thought. Holding each garment up in front of his face, Jim got more and more horny. Then, in a fit of lust, he dropped the things and. began fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon he was standing there naked, his prick reaching out in front of him and rising and dropping steadily.
Now, as he lifted the pair of undies, he could hear himself breathing in a loud rasp. Figuring out back from front, he lifted one foot then the other and slipped them through the panties. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn't stop himself. Watching in the mirror as he pulled the tiny garment up, he both saw and felt that nylon caress his ass and balls. Then he bent his prick to the side and stuffed it into the undies.
The touch of the sheer nylon on his hot prick-head almost was enough to start the cream spurting, but he managed to hold on long enough to study himself in the mirror. He saw that his powerful cock held the front of the panties out like a tent; the waistband wasn't even touching his belly. He turned and looked over his shoulder. The panties were white, so rather than the asscheeks being noticeable, his ass-crack showed through as a dark, blurry strip.
In a near-panic of horniness, Jim pulled his prick out over the top of the panties and wrapped his hand around it. Before he gave it three pumps.
thick, white gobs of gism were firing at the mirror. The first bullets of cream hit and glass and the rest formed a trail from his feet to the mirror.
When his lust was fading and his prick softening, he felt rather foolish standing there in his mother's panties, but there was no denying the thrill it had given him. He stepped out of the panties and piled them with the bra and slip just like they had been, then mopped up his spilled cum.
It had been a great climax, and. he knew there was a lot more fun to be had playing with his mother's thing, but he had to think about the whole thing. It was strange to get so worked up by some underwear, and he didn't know if it was his mother or her clothes that he was more interested in.