Jim let out a horrified bleat.
He blushed furiously, so shacked that he just stood there for a moment, with his softening cock in his open palm as if he were handing it to her.
Then he spun away in dismay.
Laura was trying to smile, wanting to show the pitiful boy that she wasn't angry or disgusted, to reassure him that his behavior was normal. But it was hard to smile with her lips drooling and her tongue steaming.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey," she said.
Jim could only bleat again. He was crouching over his prick as if defending it, as if it were a loose football he had pounced on after a fumble.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about, darling," Laura assured him, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. "All boys your age have to do it."
Jim was a bit relieved by her tolerant and understanding attitude, but he was still deeply ashamed, as a young man usually is when his mother catches him beating his meat.
He gave her a baleful look.
"I see that you have a lovely big cock, darling-just like your daddy," she said.
But he was too distraught to catch the hidden significance in those maternal words.
"And so much cum!" she added, her eyes widening.
Jim figured she was only trying to put him more at ease by speaking so casually about it, as if it were a normal subject of conversation. But he couldn't help but feel mortified and failed to see how excited she looked.
Still blushing and stammering, he brushed past her. She arched slightly, so that her fat tit rubbed against his arm as he moved through the doorway, but that, too, failed to register on his awareness.
With his head lowered in shame and his cock drooping now, Jim went back to his bedroom and closed the door. He fell across his bed, feeling that he must be in disgrace and wondering how he could ever summon up the nerve to leave his room and face his mother again.
But he didn't have to.
Laura came to his room, presently.
But other things transpired first.
Laura stepped into the bathroom, and, unlike her son, she closed the door behind her. On trembling legs, she moved up to the sink.
Jim had neglected to pull the plug in his shock and shame, and his cum was still contained in the basin, starting to congeal in the bowl.
She leaned oh the rim of the basin and stared down at her son's spilled spunk in awe.
The stuff was white and foamy and frothy.
If she hadn't known better she would have thought that someone had spilled a bottle of shampoo into the basin.
She inhaled the starchy aroma rising from the bowl and shuddered, tantalized.
Was Jim a virgin? she wondered. Was that cherry jizz in the basin?
Laura couldn't help herself.
She just had to taste it.
She stirred her fingertip through the thickening pool and raised her hand to her lips. Her lapper flicked out and she licked her finger.
"Oooooh! " she moaned as the succulence of his spunk registered on her tastebuds. It reminded her again of her brother and how she had licked her hands after she had frigged him off. But somehow, with her own son, it seemed even more sinful and sordid.
Laura felt deliciously depraved.
She lowered her hand and this time she scooped up a painful of the spilled spunk. Cupping her palm, she lapped it up hungrily. Then she bent right down and lowered her face into the sink.
She licked the bowl clean!
Laura was hot as a two dollar pistol now. Her cunt was horny and her mouth was hungry. Lapping up his jizz had only whetted her appetite. She leaned against the sink, swaying, her mind tumbling with fierce emotions.
She was longing to suck Jim off.
But it was taboo, his cock was forbidden fruit, it would be oral incest. Her conscience was struggling with her inclinations, her inhibitions wrestling with her dark desire.
I mustn't she told herself.
But, oh! How I want to!
She summoned up every shred of her willpower, but it wasn't enough. She felt as if she were being dragged, tongue first, to her son's bedroom.
No! she asserted, with a surge of strength. It was only because she was so hot and horny she knew. If she could get her rocks off and cool down she would be able to resist her debased desire.
She needed help, an ally for her willpower. Naturally, she thought about her vibrator- which, also naturally, wasn't in her panty drawer.
She hurried to her bedroom and pulled the dresser drawer open, fumbling in the scanty garments. Where the fuck was her cock-shaped vibrator? She always kept it in the same place. She tried to remember when she'd used it last. It had been quite awhile, as she recalled. Her husband had been keeping her well-supplied with the real thing.
Had Rod taken it? she speculated.
He knew that she had a vibrator-was he secretly jealous of it, maybe? Had he thrown it out or hidden it so that she couldn't cock herself? It amused her to think that maybe Rod felt cuckolded by her sex toy.
But feeling amused did nothing to cool the raging inferno in her loins or slake the cum hunger in her mouth.
She concentrated hard, trying to remember if she had put the vibrator in a new place.
And, as she concentrated, just as if the tool was responding to a mental command, Laura distinctly heard the missing vibrator began to hum.
She blinked in astonishment as she heard the familiar sound of the buzzing tool.
Was it all in her mind?
Was lust driving her crazy? Could it possibly be that her vibrator was keyed to her thoughts, switching itself on as she searched for it?
No, that was silly.
But the humming persisted. Curious now, as well as horny as a polecat, she began to follow the sound. She moved towards her closet and the sound became fainter. She retraced her steps. The buzzing got more distinct as she neared the door-and louder still when she stepped into the hall.
Holy shit!
The sound was coming from her daughter's bedroom! she abruptly realized. She had to lean back against the wall for support as this fact sunk in. Then she began to grin lustfully. After all, Wendy was a teenager, and it was just as logical that she would be interested in cumming as it was that her brother jacked off. And she could hardly blame the girl for using the same sex toy she used herself.
She couldn't even castigate her for taking it without permission-or feel jealous about it, since it was only an animated object, not flesh and blood.
But she could sure as hell want to get a good look at what was going on!
Laura felt as turned on by the prospect of peeking on her sexy daughter as she had been by spying on her big-pricked son. Her tongue was still tingling and her cunt was turning into a swamp.
As she listened, she heard the humming sound become more faint and muffled-and now the buzzing was accompanied by a soft, squishing sound.
Wendy had stuck it up her cunt!
And Laura was sure as hell going to watch that.
It was only fair, she figured.
After all, it was her dildo.