The following morning, Janice was almost afraid to face her son.
After he had fucked her so gloriously, she had slipped from his room. Everything had happened without them speaking. She had drawn him to the bed and pulled her gown up, exposed her cunt and drew his cock into it. There had not been a word between them whatsoever.
Pulling her robe about her body in the early morning, she entered the kitchen and prepared coffee. It was still early for her son, and he was sleeping soundly. As she sat drinking her coffee, she could not prevent a smile that appeared on her face. Bobby should sleep good and hard, she thought. It wasn't everyday a boy his age received a blow job and a good fucking from his mother. He was probably exhausted, she felt.
Her mind turned to the man next door and his lovely daughter. They must certainly be frustrated, she thought. Both of them masturbating that way. The man she could understand; she had never seen him with a woman, and he was always at home with his daughter in the evenings. It was obvious to Janice the man was highly sexual. And, so it seemed, was his daughter.
She ran her tongue over her lips as she recalled how her son had gushed into her mouth. Her question of his ability to come had certainly been answered, and answered very well.
When her son came in for breakfast, rubbing his sleepy eyes, he wore the bottom of his pajamas. Janice found her eyes going immediately to the front of them. With a blush, she jerked her eyes away.
"Good morning, Mom," he said, yawning and scratching at his chest.
She replied and watched him slump into a chair across from her. She searched his face carefully.
After a while, Bobby got up and walked to the refrigerator. He poured himself a glass of milk, drinking it down quickly. The refrigerator was behind Janice. She lifted her cup of coffee and started to take a sip.
The coffee splashed over the rim and onto the tablecloth.
Her son had come up behind her and draped a hand over her shoulder, and his hand now cupped one firm tit through her robe. Janice went rigid, a gasp escaping her mouth. She sat in a frozen attitude, eyes wide. She felt his fingers exploring the roundness of her tit. She felt the tingling sensation on her swelling nipple, a sensation that raced down and between her thighs.
Then her son's other hand was moving on her other tit. Janice was moaning softly as he fondled her tits. Her arms were rigid, elbows on the table, the coffee cup still in her hand and splashing more coffee onto the cloth. Then her son's hands moved inside her robe, underneath her gown. Janice swallowed as her son began to massage her tits in an inexperienced way. The way his fingers crushed her firm tits excited her, and a gurgle came out before she could suppress it. Her nipples had become fiery hot against his palms, and his hands scalded her tits like boiling liquid.
She managed to set the shaking cup down, and spread her fingers on the table. As her son fondled her tits, she curled her fingers until they were fists. But they were not fists of anger; she was excited, intensely so.
She felt her son trying to lift her. Not knowing what he wanted, she stood. She felt him move the chair away, and then he was lifting her robe and gown in back. She shivered as her son held her robe and gown high, knowing he was looking at her exposed ass and thighs. She braced herself with her hands flat on the table.
She felt a gentle pressure against her back. She leaned over. With more pressure, she had her upper body bent over the table, her robe and gown at her waist. She knew her ass was fully revealed to her son, knew he was excited by the view. She shivered as her son's hands moved over her creamy ass, over her thighs, back up again. He cupped a cheek in each hand, squeezing. Then he had a hand between her thighs and was fondling her hairy cunt.
Janice mewled as his finger dipped into her pussy, wiggling about. "Fuck me!"
Janice was startled by what she yelped.
Her son giggled.
"Oh, God! I didn't mean to…" she wailed, ashamed of what she had said.
Then she whimpered with ecstasy.
She felt her son's cock sliding into her cunt from behind. Involuntarily, she wiggled her naked ass as he shoved his cock deep. "Oooh, yes!"
Her son was holding her hips as he began to plunge his cock back and forth, fucking her. Through the heat of her desire, she sensed her son was not as jerky in his movements this morning. This morning, he seemed to know exactly what to do, how to lunge back and forth without being so shaky. His cock felt huge inside her pussy, stretching her sensitive cunt lips as he stuffed it. She felt his balls banging upon her thighs and ass. She wiggled and waggled her ass as the excitement grew more intense. She could hear her son grunting behind her. She began to grind and gyrate her naked ass as he fucked vigorously up her hair-lined cunt.
"Oh, baby, baby!" she wailed as her fingers clawed at the tablecloth. "Oh, God, Bobby! Ohhh! Ahhh, darling!"
"Mom… Mom… Mom!" Bobby chanted with each powerful thrust of his cock.
She felt her clitoris become painfully distended, swollen into a fiery knot. Her cunt was so wet, she could hear moist, sucking sounds as her son drove his prick in and out. His prick felt very hard. It was throbbing as it went deep. Bobby seemed to enjoy plunging his cock as far as he could into her cunt and holding it there for a moment, grinding from side to side, then withdrawing to thrust again.
The orgasms started once more. At first they were slow and mild, and the series of convulsions sent ecstasy flowing through her. Then she was whimpering softly, urging her son to fuck her harder and faster.
"More! More!" she whimpered faintly. "Fuck hard and fast, baby! Oh, God… more!"
Janice's cunt tightened on her son's, cock. It squeezed at his prick, sucking and drawing in that liquid heat. Her son was now fucking her so fast and hard that his cock actually slipped from her cunt, only to plunge back in. That was something new to her, and she screamed a long wail of delight.
Then her son lunged against her, his lower stomach tight upon her creamy ass cheeks. His cock was deep, throbbing. The gushing of his sweet come juice flooded her receptive cunt, sending Janice into a shattering orgasm of one final spasm. Her son held himself deep inside her as he came, and when he finished, his cock remained there. Janice felt his body shaking against, her ass, and she, too, was reluctant to let it end.
As his cock pulled out, she gave a low moan. For a while she couldn't move. She knew her son was gazing at her naked, shapely, satiny ass and thighs, but she couldn't move. She felt pleasure with his eyes on her.
After a while, she lifted from the table and turned to face him. Bobby had slumped into a chair, his legs straight out. His cock, glistening with the mixture of her cunt juice and his come juice, drew her eyes immediately.
"Bobby, what's…"
"Mom, I loved that!" he interrupted her with a wide grin. "Hey, can I see you! Naked, I mean? Mom, can I see you without your clothes on?"
Janice felt her face flush with a twinge of embarrassment. The excitement on her son's face was bright, and he certainly wasn't embarrassed, she saw. But to have him look upon her naked body… that embarrassed her for some reason. She was not, however, embarrassed because he had fucked her.
His eyes were so bright, so eager, she found herself nodding.
"In… in the bedroom," she stammered, turning her eyes away from him, her face flaming.
She moved on shaking legs to her bedroom, feeling her son following her. Inside the bedroom, she turned to face her son.
He had removed his pajama bottoms and had them in his hand. He stood proudly, not ashamed or embarrassed by his nakedness. His cock still gleamed with the fluids from her cunt.
"You promised," he said.
"I didn't prom…" she started to say, then stopped. Her nod had been, in a way, a promise. Her face burned again as she pulled her robe off. She inched her long nightgown up. Then she found it difficult to look at her son as she stood naked before him.
Bobby's hot eyes moved over his mother's body. She had lovely soft chestnut hair, hair that hung just below her shoulders. Her eyes, dark and fiery, were almost an almond shape. Her nose was small, and her mouth full and moist. Her flesh was creamy and without a blemish to mar her beauty. Her tits, still firm, arched from her chest in a tight, springy manner. Her nipples, rigid now, were set in large, pebbled circles. Her waist was narrow and her stomach flat. At the base of her stomach, Bobby gazed at the lush triangle of dark, curling cunt hair. Her hips were rounded, flowing gracefully into long, slender thighs of smooth flesh.
Her face became a deeper red as her son gazed at her, she cupped her hand behind her and looked at her son with shy eyes.
Bobby, however, was not at all shy. His cock lifted as he gazed at his mother's beautiful, inviting, naked body. His expression was that of a boy filled with intense desire.
She stood in the middle of the bedroom floor, and her son walked around her. He stood behind her for a while, looking at her swelling, flawlessly shaped ass. The cheeks were round and firm, with a deep, tantalizing crack. She felt her son touch her ass, then he cupped the cheeks, giving her a squeeze. Again he was in front of her.
"I wanna see between your legs, Mom," he said, still showing no embarrassment, only bubbling excitement.
Janice stepped back until her legs touched the bed. She sat down, then spread her legs wide. Her son gazed between her legs. Her cunt was hairy, with strands of hair along each lip, then disappearing into the crack of her ass. The lips of her pussy were moist and pink, with the tip of her clitoris poking out. She lay back on the bed, her legs held wide open.
She covered her embarrassed eyes with one arm.
She felt her son's eyes move about her naked body, listened to his heavy breathing. She knew she should not feel this shyness, not after sucking his cock off and fucking her son twice, yet she could not help it.
She felt the bed move as her son climbed onto it. Then his hands were moving all over her body, touching and caressing and exploring. He fondled her tits, slipped his hand down her trembling stomach and through the curls of her cunt hair. She felt him cup her pussy for a moment, then probe into it with a finger. As his finger slipped into her cunt, she was unable to stop her hips from lifting upward to meet it.
"Oh, God! Bobby…"
"You feel good, Mom," he said in a strangled voice. "You feel hot and wet and good! You're prettier than the girl next door, Mom!"
That pleased her.
"I'm gonna do it again," she heard him say. Peeking from beneath her arm, she watched her son climb on top of her. His cock brushed along her thigh as he moved between them, leaving a trail of moisture on her flesh. As his cock slipped into her cunt, she suddenly flung her arms about him, holding him tightly against her body. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them about his hips, locking her ankles over the backs of his thighs.
"Ohhh, Bobby!"
As her son began plunging his cock into her gripping cunt, Janice moved her hands down his back quickly. She clutched at his bunching ass cheeks, her fingers digging hard, as she started churning her cunt up and down, banging her hairy pussy against his cock. His balls beat against her squirming ass. He panted and grunted in a wild effort as he fucked her with mindless enthusiasm. She felt her son kissing at her shoulder as he hunched up and down. She dug her ringers into his bouncing ass cheeks harder, grinding up against him without embarrassment now.
She felt her son trying to get his hand under her twisting, jerking hips. When he closed his fingers about one of her tight ass cheeks, Janice wailed with ecstasy and pumped frantically up at him.
"Bobby, Bobby."
"Mom, oh, Mom!"
Janice slammed her boiling cunt up and down violently, her hands clutching his naked ass and drawing his cock into her pussy frantically. She was gasping with the ecstasy that his cock was producing inside her velvety cunt. She wasn't sure his cock was scraping her inflamed clitoris or if it was the base of his prick that was making her come with powerful convulsions. Her clitoris seemed about to melt from her cunt, and the hair-lined lips sucked hungrily.
"Oh, God, Bobby!"
Heat was searing her nerves. Her naked body was shaking as she pumped her crotch up and down in a frenzy, fucking his hard cock. The orgasms that rumbled through her were becoming more and more powerful. Her mind was reeling from the erotic fucking. Her eyes were open, rolling in their sockets. The hot breath of her son against her naked shoulders excited her as much as his cock was exciting her cunt.
"Ohhh, harder!" she screamed, lifting her crotch very high. "Do it harder, Bobby! Ohhh, so good! Faster, honey… I'm… I'm coming! Ohhh, so sweet, so good… so beautiful!"
"Gosh, Mom!" he grunted in a strangled voice, his cock plunging in and out of her convulsing cunt wildly. "Gosh!"
She felt her son's body stiffen. She heard his gurgling grunt. His cock throbbed deep inside her pussy, then he gushed.
"Ooooooh!" she whimpered. "I feel it, Bobby!"
Her cunt was filled with her son's come juice, spurt after spurt. Janice felt each throbbing gush of his sweet come juice as it spattered into her cunt. She was moaning loudly as she ground her pussy against him, digging into his tight ass cheeks. She was only vaguely aware that her son was squeezing her ass cheek.
Bobby slumped on top of his mother.
Janice caressed his back, moving her hand from his neck down to his ass, cheeks. He quivered for some time, puffing hotly against her flesh. Finally he moved, rolling onto his back at her side. Janice remained as she was, her legs widely spread, her cunt still pulsating deliciously.
Finally she lifted on one elbow and looked at her son.
"You're not… Bobby, you're not embarrassed?"
"Oh, no, Mom!" he exclaimed. "I think this is great!"
She smiled, pleased that he felt that way.
"You know," she said softly, running her hand over his chest. "I was. I was embarrassed. I mean, when you wanted to look at me without my clothes. But, somehow, I'm not anymore."
It was true; she was no longer embarrassed to be naked with her son. On the contrary, it felt very good. She ran her hand down his body and cupped his slippery cock and balls, giving them a squeeze.
She found out her son had been watching the man and his daughter next door as long as she had, that he jacked off quite often as he watched them. She also learned, to her delight, that he had come into her mouth for the second time in his life. His first time to discharge, he told her with bold pleasure, was with another girl. That excited Janice, knowing she had gotten his second discharge of precious come juice into her mouth.
But he knew more about girls than she had suspected.
They lay in bed for a long time, and she found out her son had felt up a girl before, that the girl had actually taken his cock into her mouth for a while. But she was her son's first fuck, his very first piece of ass. She hugged him tightly when she found that out.
The day was, spent getting to know each other, to talk of desires and to fondle each other's body. Before evening, Bobby had fucked his mother again, with both of them having violent orgasms.