She felt her son speed up, felt his cock throb and increase in size. Her cunt was on fire, gripping his cock, her clit swollen and about to explode.
"Tony, don't came in me!" she shrieked.
But it was too late.
Her son grunted, and Janice felt the hot gush of his come juice spurt into her cunt.
"Oh, Tony!" she cried out, flinging her cunt onto his spurting cock, the convulsions of her orgasm rocking her ass wildly.
Janice was very ashamed.
She avoided her son for the rest of the day, letting him prepare whatever he could find to eat. She stayed in her room, bathing for an hour, then sprawling on her bed. She was more embarrassed than ashamed, she realized later. Embarrassed that her son had caught her watching the woman and man next door, embarrassed because he had seen what she was doing, embarrassed because he had taken her photo from behind, with her fingers stuffed into her cunt, embarrassed because he had fucked her and she had been unable to prevent it.
Her embarrassment was greater because she admitted how good it had been. She wanted more, but there was no way she could let her son know. If he knew that, there was no telling what he would do with her.
When it was dark, she finally dressed, paying no attention to the shortness of the summer dress. All her dresses and skirts were short anyway, but she had never thought they would cause anything like incest. But then, she wasn't wearing a dress when that happened, only her panties. She pulled on a fresh pair of bikini panties, slipped her feet into open, leather sandals, and forced herself to leave the room.
She stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her son in the living room. She felt herself blushing, and she had to force herself onward.
When she was halfway down the stairs, Tony looked up.
His eyes took on a shine and he grinned.
A soft gasp came from Janice when she realized that her son could see up the front of her short dress. She almost pushed her hand between her legs to conceal herself, but she forced herself to continue down the stairs. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, her face was red.
She walked stiffly to the couch across from him. She turned on the lamp and sat down, tucking one leg underneath her. She looked at her son, fighting back her embarrassment. Tony dropped the textbook he had been studying and looked openly at her. Her long legs showed, and that was where his eyes were riveted.
"Tony, don't look at me that way," she said softly.
"You're beautiful, Mom," he said. "I like to look at you."
"Your father…"
"Was an asshole," Tony said. "Tony!" Janice gasped. "Well, he was," Tony insisted. "He was the biggest asshole I've ever known."
"I thought you…"
"Liked him? No way, Mom," Tony said. "He was mean to you. I know all about it."
"But you were so young."
"I still remember a lot of it, Mom," he said. "I'm glad you threw his ass out. I would have when I got older, you know."
"Let's don't talk about that," she said.
"Okay, wanna talk about that whore next door?"
Janice gazed steadily at her son, some of the heat leaving her cheeks. "Am I one, too?"
"A whore? No way, Mom!"
"I'm like her. After what I let you… upstairs… and doing… I'm no different, Tony."
"Mom, you don't bring strange men in here," he said. "And even if you did, you're a single woman, not married like her. There's a difference, you know."
"Then you don't think I'm a… a…" she stuttered.
"No, I don't," he replied.
"Tony, I know you don't understand, but upstairs… well, something happened to me, and I just… I couldn't help it."
Tony grinned at her. "I understand more than you think. Mom. I walk around with a hard-on most of the time and…"
"Don't say that!" she gasped. "What's wrong with saying I have a hard-on, Mom? I do, almost all the time. I can't stand it, and I jerk off so much, it's a wonder I have strength for school. Yes, I understand better than you think, Mom."
"Tony, please don't use such language." Tony stood up, arching his hips forward. His cock pulsed in his pants. "See what I mean, Mom? I've got a hard-on right now just from watching you come down the stairs. I guess you don't know I can see way up your dresses on those stairs, but I can. I look all the time."
He staffed toward her.
"Tony, stay away from me."
He ignored her and stood a foot or so away, his cock pushing out, outlined fully. Janice stared at it. She licked her lips and a soft moan came from her as burning sensations rippled through her cunt.
"Mom, we've already done it, so what's wrong with doing it again?" he asked.
"I'm your mother," she said weakly, still staring at his cock.
"And I love you," be said, "but I still have a hard-on looking at you and I want some more pussy, Mom."
Heat filled Janice, and she didn't resist when her son pulled her leg from under her body, then pushed her knees open. His hands on her, knees burned hotly, and when he leaned down and began pushing his hands up her thighs, Janice let out a soft whimper, beginning to shiver. His hands on her satiny thighs excited her, and she almost flung her legs wide open for him.
Tony's fingers moved under her dress.
His cock throbbed. A tremor went through her, then she moaned. Her right hand lifted and slipped between her son's thighs, cupping his balls.
"We shouldn't do this," she said in a whispery voice, squeezing his balls gently.
"We both want to," he said, pushing one hand between her legs and cupping her pantied cunt. "We both need it, Mom."
Janice knew the truth of that, but couldn't bring herself to admit it to her son. His balls felt so good in her hand, so hot and full. She manipulated them inside his pants, moaning softly while he pressed harder at her cunt, his fingers moving slightly, brushing and rubbing.
"So warm, Mom," he said in a low voice. "You feel so warm here."
"Tony… darling…" Janice held his balls tight, her eyes slitted and burning with desire. She spread her knees apart, pushing her ass forward on the couch, eagerly giving him access to her cunt. She looked into his eyes and saw his need. "Tony… baby. Oh, God!"
Her hand moved off his balls, her palm running along the throbbing hardness of his cock. She tried to close her fingers around it, but his pants were too tight. She pressed on his prick, bringing a delighted moan from her son.