Now that Peg had broken the perversion barrier with Clair, site was more eager than ever to get her hands on her son: Her passion for him was unlimited and was only thwarted by her shyness to seduce him. After all, what could a mother do with the kid she'd brought up to give him the idea that she wanted his body, except come right out and tell him, or grab him and kiss him? But those things were out, she simply wouldn't be able to do it.
There must be a way to tap the tremendous horniness that she knew her son lived with. She thought she could trap him into seducing her. The idea of feeling his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body gave Peg the energy to set up a trap for the innocent boy.
Jim had been taking every opportunity he
had to catch a peek at his mom, and it seemed easier all the time. In fact, sometimes it seemed that he would get peeks even if he weren't trying, and that seemed strange. She was leaving her door open and wearing very revealing things around the house. If he wasn't insane with Just for the woman, Jim might have figured out that she was showing him everything she had for a reason. But, although he would have given ten years of his life for a chance to fuck her, he knew that fucking her could only happen in his dreams.
One evening something happened that should have tipped the boy off, but in his innocence, he remained perplexed. He went upstairs after dinner and saw that his mother's door was open, and making the usual wide curve around the corner of the hall that would take him close to that door, be looked in and saw his mother standing in front of her mirror, and she was completely nude.
He stared at her ass, burning those round and heavy cheeks into his memory, but he couldn't stop without having her see him there. He went into his room and stood there panting and sweating. Could his mother be getting so old that she was forgetting to close her door? he wondered. Whatever the reason for her recent carelessness, he had to get back to get another look, and he didn't want to just pass by again. From the bathroom, her
room could be seen, so he decided to try that.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Jim left his room and walked to the bathroom. Before going in he peered into, her room again. Now lit saw a similar scene, but his mother was standing there with her tits in her hands and was moving them around and making strange sounds like a crying baby.
Jim went into the bathroom and closed the door, but not all the way. His heart was pounding and his prick was stiff as he leaned on the sink for support. What could the woman be up to? he asked himself. Hoping for the best, he peeked into her bedroom again.
He could see into his mother's room, but he couldn't quite see her. Then she came into view. She wasn't holding her tit any longer, but she was looking toward the bathroom. Jim didn't know what to do. He didn't know if she could see that the light wasn't on, or if she could see him peeking out. He jumped away from the door, then moved toward it and looked out again.
Peg was standing in her room, still completely nude, and looking toward the bathroom. Ordinarily, Jim would be so engrossed with her body that he wouldn't even notice her expression, but this was so strange that he had to try and tell what she was thinking. She stood there with her
hands on her hips and a disappointed look on her face.
He saw her tits rise as she sighed and dropped her hands limply from her hips. Then she walked away, out of sight. He kept watching, but she didn't reappear. Jim didn't know if he was more horny than puzzled or vice versa. Anyhow, he had to do something about the way his cock was jerking painfully in his pants. He shut the door tight, turned on the light and pulled his pants down.
Now as he grabbed his prick and began stroking, he brought the picture of his mother that he had memorized back to his mind. He could still see her bulging tits and he could tell how heavy they were by the way they sagged slightly. As his hand moved back and forth on his tong prick, he thought about the way her pussy looked tucked under her belly, and he imagined what it would be like to press his face into the hair.
His gism was flying across the room as he recalled the smell of her undies and the sight of her cunt. It was a great climax; the bathroom was a mess, but jerking oil didn't seem to reduce his lust at all. Rather, it seemed to make him all the more eager to have what he thought be never could.
When he went back to his room, he was almost afraid to look through his mother's open door, but,
of course, he did. She was lying in bed, her face turned away from the door and the covers hiding her nakedness. Jim went to his room and lay down on his bed.
Peg had been escalating her lewdness, and she thought that standing there naked would make the boy take notice, and when he went into the bathroom she just couldn't believe that he didn't see her standing there holding her tits. When the bathroom door closed, she felt her heart sink.
The boy didn't seem interested in her and she figured that she had been foolish thinking he would be. He probably was getting everything she could give him from some young sex-pot from school. She'd been silly to think that a young boy like him would be interested in an old bag like her. She would have laughed at her silliness if she weren't so heartbroken.
She was on the verge of team, but the hope she had until a few minutes earlier had left her horny. She had hoped to have Jim in her bed with her by then, but now she was reaching for her own cunt again. But even her sadness couldn't extinguish her passion, and she would have to find satisfaction in the same old way.
Peg positioned herself so she could slip her fingers into her cunt. The lips spread to admit her finger onto her hard clit. As usual, she began
rubbing slowly and gently, then increased in speed and pressure. She almost forgot her depression as the lovely sensations of carnal pleasure began.
Her hips moved back and forth as she moved her linger rhythmically over the love bud. Gradually the pleasure made every other emotion wash away in flowing pussy juice. She forgot her son, her horniness, and everything else. She would keep rubbing slowly and gently and make the pleasure last as long as she could. Sometimes it would go on for almost an hour before her orgasm came crashing down on her.
In his room, Jim had fallen into a semi-slumber after his masturbation. His head was filled with dreams of his mother. Suddenly, he lifted his head and his eyes snapped open. There was something wrong with his mother! Yes, he was sure of it: those moans couldn't be coming from anyone else.
As he sprang out of bed, he wondered what the trouble could be. Maybe she had eaten something that had made her sick. He saw that her light was still on and as he entered her room he saw her lying in bed like she had been when he left the bathroom, but now she was writhing in what he thought was pain.
"Mom!" he yelled. "What's wrong?"
Peg opened her eyes, startled. There was Jim
standing at her bed, looking desperate. In her condition, there was no question why he was there.
"Oh. Jim," she said and held her arms out to him.
The boy began to realize that she wasn't sick after all, but he was still confused. All he knew was that the woman he'd been longing for was reaching out to him from her bed where she lay naked. It didn't take him long to get die message.
He threw himself on top of her and Peg caught him in a strong embrace. She found his mouth with hers and pressed a hot kiss on his lips. It took Jim a few seconds to realize what was happening and to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
He let his mother slip her tongue into his mouth and when he tasted her luscious saliva, he became entranced. He felt her huge tits spread hotly over his chest and her sweet smell permeated his head. Her body filled his arms with warm, writhing softness. The boy was in heaven.
As she kissed him, she began unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't easy to do in her frenzied condition. Jim grabbed at the copious tit-flesh that was squeezed between them. When Peg felt the boy grabbing her tit, she eased her embrace so he could get at one of those jellied globes. His fingers were roughly pressing into the jug, but Peg didn't mind his lack of finesse; this was the kid
she'd lusted after and. he could do anything he wanted to her.
When site got all his buttons undone, she tugged at his shirt. Jim let go of her tit long enough to help her. He was so excited he had a lot of trouble getting the shirt off, but they finally made it and Jim pressed his bare chest against her tits. What a difference that lack of a barrier of cloth meant. When he felt her hot tits on his naked chest he knew that it was the greatest feeling he'd ever had.
They kissed passionately, wetting each other's face with saliva. Before long, Jim thought he had had enough kissing for a while.
He lifted his mouth from hers and moved down her body until he was staring at her tits. Grabbing one with each hand, he began kissing the mounds. He loved the way his face would make big depressions in the boobs as he kissed. When he felt the bumpy skin of her hard nipples on his face, he pulled back his bead to take a look. It was a beautiful sight, but he couldn't bear to look at it too long because he was dying to suck on it.
Stuffing that nipple into his mouth was so exciting he thought he would have been happy to lie there forever and suck it. Peg was surprising her boy with her wild gyrations. She was holding his head at her tit, and her legs were encircling him and seeming to climb up his body. There was much
more of her waiting for him.
Jim shivered at the feeling of her hand sliding down his spine to the top of his pants. But the hand didn't stop there. She reached into his pants over his ass and ran her middle finger down the crack as far as she could reach.
Jim didn't know that such ecstasy existed.
He began exploring her naked body. With his face at tit level. Everything was close by, and he reached behind her. The twin curves of firm, smooth ass-flesh felt fantastic as he moved his hand all over her ass. He tucked the tips of his fingers into the crack and followed it from top to bottom. From her ass, he moved his hands over the tops of her thighs, and all the while he kept chomping on her tit.
It was so strange to have his own mother in his arms and be exploring her body, and the way she was moaning and writhing was so different from anything he'd ever seen her do before that he was even more excited than he would be with any other gorgeous chick.
"Oh. Jim. Jim. I've wanted you for so long. Mmm," she moaned as he sucked on her tit
Her passionate voice added yet another dash of spice to his lust. He couldn't wait any longer to go for the secret lips between her thighs. Putting his hand on her pelvis on the side of her belly, he
pushed her away from him slightly, and put his hand on her tummy. From there it would be a short slide to her cunt.
With a powerful rush of sexual bliss, Jim shoved his hand down into the tangle of his mother's pubic hair. Over the plump, furry tips of the pussy, he wrapped his hand with eager greed. Her cunt made the most exciting handful he'd ever had as the flesh of the mound compressed and leaked hot juice.
Peg spread her legs so the boy could have room to maneuver in her twat, and he took advantage of it. The lips seemed to open and suck his finger in. Jim ran his probing finger from end to end in her cunt, feeling all the wonderful folds and ridges of wet, satin flesh. When he found his way to the well of love juice, he wasted no time in sinking his long middle finger into it. He felt his mother jerk her body in a wild reaction to his finger fucking. The tunnel was deep and he couldn't reach the end of it, so he began massaging the tight walls.
Peg began moving her hips in a steady bucking motion as it there were a cock in her snatch, and her voice rose in a desperate wail. Her behavior sent her son's passion rising to the bunting point. Peg had been in a state of rapture when the boy came to her, so now she was feeling some of the Mast powerful jolts of pleasure that she'd ever
experienced. She was as eager as Jim to get their crotches together and she reached for his prick.
With the boy down at her tit, she couldn't quite reach that big root of his, but she was grasping for it so wildly that Jim moved back up her body so she could take his cock in that clutching hand. He stopped sucking her tit and kissed her on the mouth again as he felt her delicate fingers wrap around his dong. His prick throbbed under her touch, and even though the boy had jerked off recently, he was afraid he was going to come before he got his cock planted in her cunt.
Just as she'd suspected, Peg's fingers could hardly reach around the huge shaft. He was a chip of the old block all right and Peg began to hope for a super-fuck like her husband used to give her.
There was no stopping now they both knew, and Peg pulled that prick right to the drooling slot of her cunt as she rolled onto her back. Jim pulled his finger from her cunt to make way for his cock. He climbed on top of the wanton woman. As his hard, lean body rested on the soft curves of his mother's, he felt her twat lips take the fat head of his tool in a gentle grasp.
Peg had her hands on the boy's hips, and when she felt that he was in position, she pulled his hips down and his prick slid smoothly into the soaking sleeve of her cunt. They both gasped with
unbelieving joy at the contact. Peg's cunt began convulsively squeezing the huge piece of meat that was stretching her cave.
Jim's mind was reeling with the sensations he was receiving from his prick. The slick walls of her curd, the heat and the way the tube was contracting wildly all made him feel incredible ecstasy. He lifted his hips and lowered them again. Her pussy tunnel caressed his cock with suction and loving strokes as he pumped.
The flesh covering the spongy prick-knob began tingling with almost unbearable pleasure as Jim's whole body filled with lust. His mother seemed to be going nuts under him, and he felt his own orgasm overwhelming him. His balls churned as her pussy grabbed and stroked his cock with each lunge.
Jim let out a shrill cry of ecstasy as the first charge of goo shot into his mother's twat. Her screams bounced off the walls of the room, turning their whole world into an exploding pleasure palace. Jim couldn't remember his prick spitting gism with so much force and ecstasy as it bunt in his mother's grasping snatch.
They didn't stop plowing their hips together until they were completely exhausted. Then they lay there, resting. Jim began to be aware of something moving under him as be felt his body
rising and falling. He realized he was resting on his mother's heaving tits.
Suddenly, the whole thing seemed real for the first time. How had this happened? he wondered. Would his mother be angry with him for taking advantage of her? She wrapped her arms around him and whispered his name over and over as if she had read his mind and was eager to let him know that everything was all right. His prick, still in her pussy, had begun to shrivel, but now it seemed to grow again.
They lay there in the awe they both felt at the incredible pleasure they had given one another. Their sweat mingled and the gism Jim had pumped into her cunt began to run down the cheeks of her ass, but they just held on to each other as if their lives depended on it.
They fell asleep in each other's arms and before morning they fucked several more times, waking up in passion, then drifting off again in satisfaction.
When Jim woke the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. If he weren't in his mother's bed, he might have thought it was all a dream, but there he was, and his prick was still tingling too. He heard his mother downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast and realized he was starving.