"Why, Mom?"
"Because of what I said… those wicked words."
"You mean fuck, Mom?"
She nodded, her face on fire with embarrassment. "I don't say those words."
Tony stood, laughing softly. His laughter increased her embarrassment. "Well, I did fuck you, Mom," he said.
She kept her face averted as if this would conceal her from him, but she lay sprawled, wantonly, cunt and tits displayed. She heard him pick up his clothing, and when she peeked, he was gone.
Tony did not approach her for a few days. He was there, but neither of them mentioned what they had done. He didn't seem shy or ashamed, but almost indifferent. It was the trait she had seen in men that she had dated who, once they had what they wanted from her, ignored her.
Tony acted no differently toward her than before. He showed her as much affection as always, but never in an intimate manner. Despite herself, Janice worried about that. Was Tony like other men, satisfied now that he had gotten what he wanted from her?
She noticed that he looked up at her every time she was on the stairs, seeing under her short skirts, but would always look away when she was at the bottom. He didn't seem embarrassed, his face never flushing, but he didn't show any sexual interest in her anymore. Ironically, as her son showed this indifference toward her, Janice found herself wanting her son again and again, his cock pounding away at her steamy cunt, fucking her over and over until she was too exhausted to move.
In her bedroom, she looked across at the other house. She had not watched the woman with her men for the past few days. A movement at the corner of the house caught her eye, and she looked in that direction. She saw Nancy, the little girl next door, climbing over the wooden fence into her yard. Curious, she left her room and went to the end of the hallway, where a small window overlooked the roof of the patio. She saw Nancy walking toward Tony, who was lying on a huge towel, wearing an old pair of faded jeans cut off at his thighs.
Nancy wore a bright yellow sunsuit. Her slender thighs were tanned a honey color, and as usual, her blonde hair was pulled back into twin ponytails. She watched Nancy sit down near Tony's shoulder, speaking to him. Tony smiled at the girl, and Janice noticed his fingers brush against the girl's knee as he sat up, facing her.
Janice felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched them. Her son was leaning toward the girl, who was giggling. She saw her son grin at the girl, his hand on her knee again. She wondered if her son was trying to seduce the little girl, to fuck her. The thought sent a stab of possessive jealousy through her. As she watched, Nancy leaned toward Tony's face, and Janice saw them kiss. Her face flushed, but not with embarrassment. She was angry. If he wanted a piece of ass, he had her. He didn't need a little girl who was probably still a virgin. Her son needed someone with experience, a woman that could really please his cock and balls.
She stood and watched them for a long time, seething. They kissed each other again, and she saw her son fondle the little girl's thigh, his fingers sliding up to the edge of her sunsuit. Even in her anger, Janice became excited, her cunt turning wet. She began to caress herself, stroking her pussy underneath her short skirt. She was naked there, and the soft hairs of her pussy felt like silk on her fingers. She traced the puffy lips of her cunt with the tip of a finger. Her eyes widened when she saw Nancy slip one strap of her sunsuit off her shoulder, exposing a sugary little tit to Tony, the pink nipple obviously hard. Again Nancy giggled, caressing her own tit as Tony watched his eyes showing excitement. Nancy's small hand was reaching between Tony's legs. Janice couldn't stand it any longer. She flung the window open.
"Tony! Please come in!" she called.
The little girl's head jerked around as she quickly pulled her sunsuit over her tit, jerking her hand away from Tony's thigh. Janice leaned out, waving at her son. "Tony, please."
Nancy jumped up and ran to the fence, scrambling over it. Tony stood, folded his towel, and started for the back door.
Janice rushed to the stairs, and when her son was at the foot of them looking up, she breathed deeply and started down the stairs. Her skirt was very short, and she wasn't wearing panties. She knew her son could see her hairy cunt and thighs, but she wanted him to see it all. She fought against embarrassment, her jealousy driving her.
Tony gazed up at his mother, seeing the dark hair of her pussy as she came down slowly, her hips undulating. When she was almost at the foot of the stairs, she stopped. With one hand on the banister, she fingered the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it as she watched his expression.
Janice blatantly lifted her skirt to her waist, her cunt on display to her son. She gazed at the front of his cut-offs, and she was pleased to see his cock lifting inside them. He looked at her, grinning.
"Don't you want me anymore, Tony?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"Mom, I thought…"
"Whatever you thought, you were wrong," she said softly.
"But you seemed ashamed…"
"I thought you were ashamed of me," she countered.
"Why should I be ashamed of you, Mom?"
"Because of… what I said," she whispered nervously, still holding her skirt about her waist. "You know, when you made me… when I came."
"You mean fuck me?"
Janice nodded, struggling to keep the flush off her face.
"I'm not ashamed you said that. I liked it, Mom. It told me how good you felt, that you enjoyed it."
"You didn't think I was… like Nancy's mother – a whore?"
"A whore? You Mom? No way!"
A smile spread over her lovely face. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the stain. Her shapely tits strained out, nipples tilted with hardness. She was delighted by her son's expression, and the quick hardness of his cock in his cut-offs. She felt shameless, standing on the stairs wearing only her short skirt, but it was a delicious feeling, too. She stood a long, breathless moment, then her hands moved behind her body, pulling at the zipper of her skirt. When it was open, the skirt fluttered to her floor, and she stood in proud nakedness so beautiful that it was painful.
Tony yanked one leg of his cut-offs to one side, gripping his cock tightly as he gazed at his mother's naked beauty.
"Oh, baby, don't jack it off!" she cried out as he started to pump, "Please, don't waste it!"
Tony pulled his hand off his cock, and it lifted upright with powerful hardness, the head smooth and dripping.
"Take your shorts off," she whispered, cupping her cunt and moving her feet apart on the stairs, arching her hips forward, the slit of her cunt showing. "Take them off, baby!"
Tony yanked at his shorts until they were at his feet. Janice swallowed with eagerness as they stood staring at each other's body.
"Do I have to ask for it, darling?" she purred throatily. Then, before her son could reply, she said: "Fuck me, Tony. Fuck Mother the way you fucked her the other day. Please!"
"Yes, Mom," he grunted. "I'll fuck you." With a squeal, Janice flung herself down the final steps and against her son's body, hugging him tightly. She smeared his face with wet, hot kisses, her tongue tasting his sweat. She smashed her tits and hips against him, feeling his cock throb on her thigh. She twisted her thigh, rubbing his cock, feeling it smear her flesh. Her cunt bubbled wetly, her pussy juices running along her inner thighs. She stroked his naked body, running her hands up and down his flesh, feeling his tight ass, squeezing the ass-cheeks, feverish in need. She clutched his cock with one fist, rubbing the dripping head of his prick against her flesh, sucking at his darting tongue. She began to tremble as his hands moved over her body, feeling her tits, her hips, her ass, her cunt.
"Now, Tony!" she sobbed. "Please do it to me now! I want you to fuck me, baby! Ohhh, God, I want you to fuck me again!"
"I will, Mom," he panted, feeling her ass with one hand, his other curled between her thighs, holding her juicy cunt. "I'll fuck you now, Mom! I wanna get my cock in your pussy again so much, Mom!"
"Ahhh, yes!" she cried hotly. "Mother wants your hard cock in her pussy again! I want you to fuck me… really ram your cock up my cunt and make, me come and come and come!"
The words bubbled from her, and she felt no embarrassment flow.
"Fuck my pussy, baby! Fuck mother's, hot cunt… fuck it raw! Ooooooh, I want your big, beautiful cock fucking my cunt until I'm so fucking sore, I can't walk!"
She pulled from him, grinning wickedly as she pulled and pushed on his cock. "Want Mother on her hands and knees so you can fuck my cunt from behind? You know, like doggies fuck?"
"Hey, Mom, yeah!"
"Fuck me right here!" she whimpered, turning and dropping to all fours, arching her creamy ass, wiggling it as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Ahhh, Tony, give Mother that hard cock now… right up my wet, hot cunt."
Tony dropped to his knees behind his mother's twisting ass, his cock jerking up and down. He caressed the satiny flesh of her ass, watching her push her hairy cunt back, her tight asshole puckering for him.
Janice lowered her head and shoulders, pushing her naked ass up for her son. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she gasped.