Despite his feelings of guilt and shame, Jim had a stiff prick again already. It had been embarrassing to have his mother see him beating his meat and spurting off his spunk, certainly-yet knowing she had been watching when he shot his bolt was disturbingly stimulating, too.
In the sanctuary of his own bedroom, Jim decided to empty his balls again.
He knew that he would be thinking about his mother as he surged to the creamy crest, inflaming his loins by his fevered imagination.
He closed his eyes and simultaneously closed his fist around his vibrant cock, grimacing at the pleasant sensation it brought to him.
Summoning up a vision of his voluptuous mother, he began to stroke his prick.
After a few strokes, he decided it was better to look at his prick while he frigged it and he opened his eyes. He was still fantasizing about Laura, and when he saw her standing at the foot of his bed, for a moment he thought that it was only a vision summoned up by his mind.
Then he realized that she had entered his bedroom while his eyes were closed.
Oh, jeez! he thought in dismay.
He had been caught pulling his prick twice, within the hour! Naturally, he was aghast and abashed and flustered. Unable to conceive of a single thing to say under the circumstances, he simply gaped dumbly at her.
Laura was smiling in a way that was seldom associated with maternal instincts.
"Doing it again, eh?" she said. "What a horny guy you are, Jim!"
She gracefully curled up on the bed beside him. She was openly staring at his hard-on, flustering the boy more. He didn't know what to do or say, and he was so stricken that he didn't even hide his naked shame. His fist was holding at the hilt and his big cock was jutting up as if he held a war club before his loins.
Despite his embarrassment, his prick was staying hard as stone and his cockhead was flaring out, glowing like a purple lightbulb atop his shaft.
Laura put her open hand on his thigh.
"Shall I confess something naughty, Jim?" she whispered in a husky tone.
Jim was beginning to realize that there were things about his mother's interest that he failed to comprehend. Her attitude was weird and she was looking at his cock and balls in a way that a mother shouldn't.
"When I was a girl," she began, glancing up at his face, then back at his meat rig, "no older than you-one night-I jerked my brother off!"
Jim gulped.
"Uncle mad?" he croaked.
"Uh-huh. Your uncle-my brother. He had a hard-on and I did it for him. I wanted to very much-and Thad loved to let me do it."
"Holy shit, Mom!" Jim muttered.
"Isn't that naughty?" she giggled. Her hand was creeping up his muscular thigh, fingers tapping and palm rubbing.
"I'll bet that you'd like to have Mom do it for you, too, wouldn't you, darling?" she purred.
His jaw dropped open. Jim looked as if he had been poleaxed by her words.
"Huummm? Should Mom be your girlfriend this morning, you naughty boy?"
He gasped. His lips moved but no words came out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.
Laura cupped her son's balls, squeezing gently, feeling his joyjuice slide around inside them.
"Ooooh-you're so full!" she sighed. Jim snatched his own hand away from his cock and his mother slid hers up, wrapping her fingers and palm around the throbbing prick.
He looked so stunned that she giggled. But there was a lot more than mere amusement in her expression. Jim was not an experienced young man, but he could recognize female lust when he saw it.
Yet it didn't seem possible. Jim had enjoyed lurid thoughts about his curvy mother and nubile sister many times, and spilled a lot of spunk over those thoughts, but the reality had a dreamlike quality.
He wondered if he had frigged himself into oblivion and was having a wet dream.
"So big-so hard!" she whispered as she gently squeezed his cockshaft.
"M-mom? You gonna jack me off?" he croaked.
"Shall I, darling? Hummmm? Will it feel good to have Mom toss you off?"
If this was just a dream, Jim sure as shit wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, before he awoke.
"Oh, yeah! Frig me, Mom!" he gasped.
He bridged up from the bed, thrusting his sturdy cock up through her lightly clenched fist. She gave his prick a slow, push-pull.
"Ummmmm! Mom will make you cream!" she sighed.
His pisshole rippled and opened and a thick glob of preliminary fluid oozed out. It clung to his purple cockhead like whipped cream on a fat plum.
Laura gave him another slow stroke. But she didn't start the steady, rhythmic movement that would bring him to the peak. Laura had made that mistake once before in her life, when she'd given her brother a handjob instead of sucking him off as she longed to do- and she wasn't about to repeat that blunder.
She pushed down to the root of his cockshaft and leaned closer over him, her radiant face hovering only inches above his bulging cockknob.
Her tongue glided across her parted lips. "Have you ever had a blowjob, darling?" the depraved woman whispered, fluttering her long eyelashes seductively, her breath blowing over his cockhead.
"Oooh-jeez-Mom!" he stammered. A blowjob was the stuff of dreams to the horny young man, a prospect even more inviting that getting laid. He had supposed it was harder to obtain a mouth than a cunt, that face-fucking was more rare than screwing pussy. Any girl would fuck in the end, even if you had to marry the bitch first to claim the right, but lots of women would go through their whole lives without taking a cock in their mouth.
He knew a couple girls at school who had the reputation for going down on their dates- although both had turned him down so it wasn't proven-but they were both real naughty young ladies, so it wasn't surprising.
But sucking prick wasn't at all the sort of thing a guy expected of his mother.
He gaped at her, wondering if she was simply asking out of curiosity or maybe teasing him.
"Hmmmmm?" she sighed, smiling provocatively. "Has this delicious cock ever been in a woman's mouth, darling? Has a girl ever swallowed your spunk?"
Jim groaned and humped up from the bed. His prick lunged through her fist and the bulging head drove up and nudged her under the chin.
"N-no, Mom!" he croaked.
He was holding his breath in hope-and his balls seemed to take over the function of inhaling, pumping in and out like a set of breathing lungs.
"Ohhhh!" Laura moaned, thrilled to know that her son had never been sucked off.
The depraved thrill of blowing her own son was enhanced by the knowledge that his balls were full of cherry jizz.
"Would you like Mom to take your cock in her mouth, Jim? Shall I milk your meat?" she whispered.
It was obviously a rhetorical question, for there could be little doubt of the answer as he bridged up, jamming his flaring cockhead under her chin.
"Mom loves to suck pricks," she sighed, knowing that such words would add to his passion.
She parted her lips into an oval, forming a facial fuckhole. Her lapper slid out, wet and slippery, moving around as if she were demonstrating how it would slurp on his cock-or getting it limbered up for the exercise.
"Ahhhh-suck my cock, Mom!" he blurted. He blushed at his own words, hardly able to believe that he was actually saying such a thing-that he was in a situation, where such an unlikely request was appropriate.
She smiled again with her mouth open, delighted to hear her son ask for what she yearned to do. How lucky it was that she had seen him jacking off, then watched her daughter using the prick-shaped vibrator. She might never had considered seducing her son, had fate not decreed it and granted her the welcome opportunity.
"Yes. Mom will suck you off-you can use Mom's mouth for a cunt!"
Pre-cum bubbled from his pisshole, slathering her chin and dripping into the hollow of her throat. She turned her lovely face down over him. Her nose brushed against his slimy cockhead, inhaling the musky bouquet of smoking hot cock and steaming spunk.
Her face was a mask of desire, and Jim realized that she was as eager to suck his prick as he was to sink it into her face.
Then the wicked woman proceeded to give her teenaged son his first ever blowjob.