Laura Watson was horny. Her furry cunt tingled and twitched between her long honey-tanned legs, driving her wild with lust. The crotch of her panties was already damp with the free-flowing musky dew of her pussy. She wished she could tear off her dress and work her fingers between her legs until her cunt positively blazed with passion, wished she could then spread her lovely, legs and beckon a young man toward her secret treasure with a lusty smile and a gentle quiver of her tasty cuntlips.
Laura could imagine feeling the young man's lips against the creamy lips of her hot twat, his eager tongue slipping into the crevice of her gaping gash. The horny woman could imagine feeling the young man's warm hand resting on her naked belly as he licked and sucked the hot spot between her legs. She could imagine feeling his teeth scraping gently against the swollen bud of her blazing clitoris, and the wet sucking sounds his lips made when they left the little finger of sex-flesh between her spread legs.
Laura's tits tingled too, the peaks of them growing hard and making her long for the stirring feeling of strong young hands on her naked boobs. She wished she could tear open her dress and expose her beautiful tits, wished she could invite her young man to feel her up.-She could almost feel the young man's hands roving over her breasts, his fingers kneading her resilient globes of feminine flesh. The horny woman could feel the young man's thumbs rubbing gently over the tingling peaks of her dark little nipples, could imagine the tremendous thrill that each touch of his fingers would bring her.
Laura closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her daydream of lust. She pictured herself falling to her knees before her young lover and attacking the front of his pants, tearing down his tightly stretched zipper and unsnapping his pants, baring the front of his young body and staring at the hard cock she had uncovered. She pictured herself reaching out and wrapping her warm fingers around the already dripping shaft of her young stud's hard-on, moving her fist up and down over the boy's cock until he stood on his tiptoes as if to avoid her manual stimulation.
The hot-assed woman pictured herself bending toward the young man's dripping cock and blowing on the head of it. She imagined flicking out her tongue and tasting the bead of cum that glistened at the tip of his dick. She saw herself planting a hot wet kiss on the bulging head of the boy's rod, then letting her eager lips wrap around the hard head of the boy's stiff cock. Her pussy trembled between her shivering legs as she imagined the taste of her lover's young rod.
She burned inside when she saw herself sucking his throbbing cock deep into her throat. Her cunt twitched when she pictured his rock-hard prick stuck deep in her oral cavity, twitched when she imagined the force of his cock when it banged against the back of her throat. She could almost taste the heavy wad of thick rich jism shooting into her face when the boy's balls blew up. She felt her throat contracting, trying desperately to swallow all of her dream lover's ejaculated cum.
"Mrs. Watson ... Mrs. Watson ..." she vaguely heard a youthful voice say. "Can you help me with this problem, Mrs. Watson?"
Laura jumped when she opened her eyes and saw David Milner standing by her desk, holding his math book in his hand and looking sheepish. She clamped her legs together beneath her desk and tried to avoid looking into the boy's glittering blue eyes. It was with some shock and embarrassment that she suddenly realized that it was David who had been fucking her in the face in her daydream of lust.
Laura shuddered when she considered what the boy would think if he knew that he had occupied such a position in her lusty daydream. She shuddered even more when she considered what the townspeople of Masonville, Indiana would think if they knew what depraved thoughts spiced her imagination. Thirty-six-year-old junior high school math teachers simply weren't supposed to have such wild imaginations, at least not in Masonville.
Laura had found herself daydreaming often lately, and her daydreams had been wildly exciting every time. She knew perfectly well why her seething twat had been taking control of her body and mind lately, and there was little she could do to alter the situation. Laura had lived without a man for too long, and her two years of total celibacy had been taking their toll.
Laura had always been a sexually active and sensuous woman, a woman who had kept her husband busy attempting to satisfy her seemingly insatiable hunger for sex. She had been rather free with her sexual favors before her marriage to John and had learned a thing or two about fucking. After she had taken her marriage vows, however, there had been no cheating and no desire for it. She had come from a broken home herself and knew all about the dangers of infidelity. In fact, her two years of celibacy had been at least partially a result of her unpleasant family experience.
When John had died in an auto accident two years earlier, Laura had vowed not to give her sexual favors to another man, no matter how strong her need for a companion. In her opinion, a marriage was forever. She knew that she would feel cheap if she allowed herself to marry again, or even if she allowed herself to love another man. She had even tried to give up sex entirely, devoting all her energies to her teaching career and the upbringing other two young sons. She had succeeded at first in submerging her natural desires. The longer she lived without the sex she had learned to love, however, the more she burned for it.
Lately, Laura's desires had taken a rather unorthodox twist. Unable to give herself to another man due to her intense respect for her marriage vows and the memory of the man she loved, Laura had found herself turning toward a new source of sexual pleasure. She had found herself turning toward young boys as objects of sexual desire.
Young boys were safe in a way. She could lust after young boys without feeling as if she were breaking her marriage vows or cheapening her all-consuming love for her husband. Her long-denied desires were slowly mingling with her motherly emotional attachments to produce a kind of child lust that smoldered inside her. So far her desire for young boys had remained inside her, making her daydreams hot flights of sexual fantasy in which she could engage in all the fucking she wished with the boys of her dreams. She wondered, however, how much longer she could contain the raging fire of lust that blazed within her cunt.
Laura was finding it more and more difficult to attend to her motherly duties without feeling the heat in her cunt that her two young sons unwittingly kindled there. Robert and Marty were fifteen and fourteen respectively, spitting images of their father. Laura couldn't help seeing in both boys exactly the qualities she longed for in the boy-lovers of her dreams. She melted when Robert flashed his handsome grin at her. Her cunt grew hot when Marty smiled at her in his mischievous way.
The horny mother had tried to control her ever-increasing desire for her own young sons, but to no avail. She hadn't actually done anything to be ashamed of yet, although she knew that she was walking on dangerous ground. Already she had found herself ogling her sons' bodies at every opportunity. Both boys had developed the habit, probably borrowed from their father, of walking around the house half-naked all the time. Laura was finding it harder and harder to keep from staring at their slender young bodies as they paraded around in their underpants and nothing else.
Laura had caught herself staring between Robert's legs on several occasions, staring at the soft bulge in his underpants, staring at the swelling of his young cock and balls with the driving sex-hunger of a bitch in heat. She had caught herself lingering at the door of fourteen-year-old Marty's room and watching glassy-eyed as he changed into his school clothes in the morning, watching his pajamas slide down over his naked ass, watching the boy bend over and pull up his briefs, catching a glimpse of the long young cock and balls that dangled between his hairless legs. As far as she knew, the boys didn't suspect that their mother was hot for them. How could they suspect such a thing? So far Laura was safe.
Laura had also found herself ogling the young boys in her math class, her mind swimming with depraved thoughts. Her own sons were fairly innocent and she assumed that they hadn't yet experienced sex other than by masturbating. Some of the boys in her math class, however, knew a thing or two about the subject. Laura had never been a strict disciplinarian. She tolerated some whispering in her class, as long as nothing got out of hand. She had been listening more and more closely lately to the whispering between classmates arid had discovered that much of the talk was about sex.
Laura wasn't too surprised to find that the boys in her class, and the girls too, spent most of their time thinking about the subject that was close to her heart. It did surprise her just a bit that they were so open about it. Time and time again she had glanced out at her class and had felt her gaze drawn between the legs of one or another of her young male students. She found it amazing that on a given day she could always find at least one or two stiff young cocks throbbing away between her hornier students' young legs. It was their unabashed display of their hard dicks that drove her wild inside.
Laura had watched the boys using their hard-ons to tease the girls in her class. Already that afternoon she had watched one such episode of shameless teasing. Her twat still burned with the lust that the nasty display had inspired in her. David Milner, one of the most devilish boys in her class, had gotten a huge hard-on and had turned in his seat until pretty little Elaine Pendergast, one of the more innocent of the girls, could hardly have avoided seeing it. The pretty little blonde, blue-eyed girl had tried to pretend total innocence at first. It hadn't been long, however, before she had let her glance fall on the long hard bulge of the boy's fourteen-year-old cock.
As soon as poor Elaine had showed her interest in David's obscene display, the boy had shown her no mercy. David had reached down between his widespread legs and had started rubbing the bulging shaft of his dick, keeping his eyes on his little victim all the while, watching her unavoidable reaction to his nasty self-manipulations. Laura had watched him grasp the unyielding shaft of his rod and pull on it hard, lotting go of it and letting it snap back against his leg while the defenseless Elaine's pretty eyes flashed back and forth between his cock and the blackboard.
It hadn't been long before Ron Danton and Rich Taylor had caught sight of the goings on and decided to join the fun. Laura watched while the two young boys squeezed their cocks until they too had big throbbing hard-ons between their legs. Ron, who sat behind David in the aisle opposite Elaine whispered to his buddy David and pointed up the aisle at Rich. David seemed to get the message quickly enough and reached out across the aisle, touching Elaine's delicate shoulder and pointing behind him at Ron. Ron spread his legs obscenely and let the girl feast her eyes on his bulging dick, grinning wickedly, his dark eyes flashing with dirty excitement.
Laura had tried to imagine how Elaine felt, trying to avoid staring at the boys' dicks but probably longing to give her young body to them. When Sally Smith and Pauline Trask began giggling, Laura had decided to put a stop to the students' wild antics before things got out of hand. It was with considerable hesitation that she had stood up and called attention to the next set of math rules to be memorized. The boys had reluctantly resumed their scholarly positions in their seats and the class had been restored to some semblance of calm.
Laura had kept her cool until the end of the period when she usually made time for a few minutes of study. It had been impossible for her to concentrate on the paper-grading she had before her. Her mind had drifted back to the nasty things the boys had been doing for the edification of little
Elaine. Before long Laura's cunt had been blazing and her mind had been filled with images of young
David and all the wild things she could do with him if she had the chance. He stood beside her now and she knew that it was time to return to reality.
"Mrs. Watson ... uh ... how about some help?"
she heard David say, looking at her as if she had been asleep.
"Yes ... oh ... yes, David?" she said, shaking herself out of her reverie.
"Uh... can you help me with this? I don't quite get this compound interest formula stuff," he said, pointing to a line in his math book.
"I... I think it's time for the bell right now, David," she said weakly, her mind still flashing with the fading images of her imaginary activities with the boy, "Why don't you save your question until Monday, David?" she added, looking down at her desk ashamedly.
Shame burned inside her when she realized fully that she was talking to the boy she had been sucking off in her wild imagination only moments before.
"Uh ... okay, Mrs. Watson," the boy said, looking up and slamming his book shut when the bell rang.
Laura looked up and watched the class pouring out of the room and wished that her own life could be as uncomplicated as the lives of her students. She knew that she would have to confront her dark sexual desires sooner or later, knew that that the fire in her cunt would burn out of control eventually. She wondered how much longer she could control herself, wondered if she would be able somehow to satisfy her hunger for young boys without bringing herself to ruin in her little strait-laced community. She was still wrapped up in her thoughts when the last of the students wandered out of the building.
The frustrated schoolteacher didn't dare go home in such a horny state. Her cunt was wet with passion, her panties damp with dew. The twitchings and tuggings inside her seething pussy were incredibly affecting. She knew that the mere presence of her two handsome young sons would drive her wild, making her uncontrollably hot for the boys. She couldn't hold herself responsible for the depraved desires that such a confrontation might unleash. She had to do something to cool down her cunt, had to do something to quiet the seething of her hot body.
She hated to masturbate, thinking it a degrading act for a mature woman, but she had no other outlet for her sexual energies. She put her books and papers aside, noticing that she had gotten nowhere with her work, and ran her hand down her leg under her dress. The closer her hand came to the steamy nest of her cunt, the hotter she became. Her legs trembled when her fingers reached the elastic of her panties. She let her fingers descend beneath the waistband of the flimsy black lace garment, let them tangle in the curly nest of her cunt hair, let them linger awhile above the swelling of her damp pussy mound.
Laura felt her cunt come to life even more completely when she touched the quivering lips of her pussy. She scooted her chair back from her desk and spread her legs, making her dress rise above her knees, exposing the lightly tanned skin of her thighs just a bit. She wished she could take off her dress and luxuriate in her total nakedness, wished she could let herself free of the confinement of her clothes and play with her responsive pussy without worrying about her possible discovery in her room at the school. She had locked the door, but she knew that old Mr.
Dexter the custodian would be by at five o'clock to check on the room. She had diddled her cunt in her classroom before and she had been interrupted every time by the old man. She trembled a bit when she heard his knock on the translucent glass of the door.
"Mrs. Watson? That you again?" she heard a high-pitched voice call.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late tonight. Ill lock the door when I leave," Laura said in a slightly unnaturally calm voice.
"Eh? Working late again, Mrs. Watson?" the old fellow called.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late again," she said in a louder voice.
"Will you lock up when you leave?" the old man asked.
"Yes, Mr. Dexter," she said with a sigh, her fingers still touching the honey-covered lips of her cunt.
"I'll call it quits for the night then!" he said, banging his mops and pails together outside the door, "Wonderful idea, Mr. Dexter!" Laura said under her breath.
"Eh?" the old man asked in a loud squeaky voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Dexter!" she shouted.
When she heard the janitor's footsteps receding, Laura resumed her cunt-diddling. She took her fingers away from her twat long enough to pull her dress up even higher. She was completely alone now in the building, and she felt free to engage in her nasty self-manipulations with greater abandon. Her cunt tingling with sexual electricity, Laura raised her dress up to her waist and slid her fingers down her thighs, pushing her panties down to her knees, exposing her furry cunt, going wild inside with excitement.
The hot-assed schoolteacher inserted her fingers into the creamy gash of her pussy and spread her cuntlips apart, exposing the coral inner folds of her pussy. She pushed her fingers in farther and farther until most of her hand had been buried between her legs. Her belly seemed to come alive with sensations. She balled her fist inside her seething cunt and began twisting it inside her sensitive gash, rubbing her warm knuckles against the lips of her tightly stretched cunt and the little bud of her hard clit.
With her free hand, the horny woman reached between her widespread legs and began rubbing her clit with her thumb. She shivered each time her thumb touched the super-sensitive flesh of her clitoris, felt her body twitch and tremble as she slowly raised her passions to a fever pitch. Her breathing grew faster and faster, shallower and shallower. Her heart raced wildly. Her lips were wet and trembling, her entire body tense, unbearably tense.
She began moving her fist harder and faster between her legs, began moving her hand in and out of her sucking wet cunt. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her lusty imagination. She conjured up a boy to fuck her hard and fast between her widespread legs. She could almost see him there in the room with her, his big hard cock sticking out in front of his naked young body, his eyes shining with unconcealed lust.
Her dream-boy looked very much like young David Milner, the young lad who had been occupying her mind so much lately. She could see him standing there as real as life before her, could feel his cock hard and throbbing when she reached out to touch it, could feel his cum-filled nuts soft and heavy in her hand when she cupped her hand beneath them and held them in a loving embrace. She could feel his cockhead pressing between the gaping lips of her excited cunt, slipping into her slowly as he pushed against her. She could feel the hot friction of his long young cock shaft against her pussylips and the swollen bud of her clit when he began stroking that young tool in and out of her cunt.
She could feel her favorite student fucking the shit out of her in her hot imagination as she fist-fucked herself passionately. She could see his longish blond hair flying as he began ramming his dick in and out of her sucking pussy. She could feel his rock-hard bulging cock filling her insides, filling her with his incredible animal warmth. She could feel his big young balls slapping up against her steaming crotch as he banged his hard young body against her. She could feel her tits shaking as he made her body rock.
Laura knew that her rushing orgasm would rack her body soon. She wished she could delay it for an eternity, wished she could fuck herself forever without bringing her pleasure to a head. She also wished that her dream-boy was a reality rather than a mere figment of her horny imagination. She wished she could have handsome young David right there, right then, wished she could have him in spite of the taboos against sex between a young boy and an older woman, wished she could forget her position as schoolteacher and seduce all of her male students regardless of the social prohibitions against such things.
"Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me, David! Oh please! Please! Use your darling dick on me! Ram it in and out! Ram it up my belly! Fuck me with that big beautiful cock, David! I don't care if it hurts me! Fuck me! Dick me, darling! Oh God! It's beautiful!" the horny woman whispered to herself, caught up completely in her fantasy.
Laura felt dams ready to burst inside her, felt riveis ready to overflow, felt tides ready to rise and flood her. She prepared herself for her cunt-melting climax, prepared herself for the flood of emotion and sexual sensation that would rack her beautiful nearly naked body.
"Oh David! David! Beautiful darling David! If only you were here with me now! If only you were my lover instead of my student! If only ..." she gasped softly, still working her fingers and her hand between her legs.
Laura was teetering on the brink when she smelled a rather peculiar odor. A strange acrid fragrance, sweet yet sharp, seemed to be wafting across the room. It was with considerable shock that she recognized the scent. It was'marijuana! Somebody was smoking pot somewhere nearby. She had smelled the fragrance of grass a month or two ago when she had caught her son Robert smoking the weed in his room. She hadn't made much of a fuss about it, realizing that it couldn't do him any real harm, although she had taken it away from him with a very mild rebuke. She still had the little bag of the stuff. At times she had wanted to try it herself, but so far had resisted the urge.
The horny schoolteacher sniffed the air and reluctantly removed her hand from her blazing cunt. She had to find out the source of the smell. Could there be someone else in the building besides her? Laura pulled up her panties and let her dress down, walking around the room and trying to determine the source of the wisps of smoke that drifted about. She felt her heart skip a beat when she realized that she had left one of her windows open just a crack. When she realized that she had forgotten to lower the blind all the way, she trembled with fear.
Someone was smoking pot outside her window. Had she been seen playing with herself so obscenely? It was too horrible to contemplate! Her first reaction was to run from the room in terror. When she realized that the pot-smoker had very likely heard her calling out David's name at the height of her self-inspired frenzy, she decided that she would have to do something positive to save herself instead of running away. It wouldn't do to let something so damaging be spread around Masonville Junior High School and the community in general. Her good reputation would be ruined!
Summoning up her courage, Laura ran to the window and threw it open, letting the shade roll up with a nerve-shattering racket. She had no idea what she would do when she confronted the intruder on her privacy. What could she possibly say to someone who had caught her in such a compromising position? When she stared out into the semicircle of high dense bushes that surrounded the window, her heart sank in her breast. David himself was kneeling there, a smoldering toke dangling from his lips, a look of utter horror on his youthful face.
Laura honestly thought she would die of shame and fright. Her knees shook. Her mouth opened. A shrill cry escaped her lips. It couldn't be! It was worse than she could possibly have imagined! Not only had she been heard and seen playing with her juicy cunt, but she had been caught at it by the boy whose imaginary presence had excited her so wildly.
Without even thinking about her actions, Laura reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder, pulling him to his feet and managing somehow to look him right in the eye. When she made eye contact with young David, Laura realized for the first time that he was at least as frightened and embarrassed as she was. It gave her strength enough to open her mouth and speak to the boy with some semblance of calm.
"David! What are you doing out there? Don't you know the school is elosed? I should notify the authorities! And what may I ask is that? It isn't a cigarette, is it, David? No? That's just what I thought! Marijuana! You're smoking marijuana! And on school property after hours! You should be ashamed of yourself! I think you'd better get yourself in here right now, David Miner! No, stupid, not that way! Through the window! Do you want someone to see you?" she scolded, her heart racing all the while.
Laura knew that her only hope lay in her pressing her authority. She dared not let her embarrassment and fear show through her facade of calm and moral outrage. She stood back and watched the boy crawling clumsily through the open window. She watched the glowing joint fall from the boy's mouth in his mad rush to obey her. She realized that he was probably as frightened as she was. If only she could maintain her calm pose.
"I think you and I have a few things to discuss, young man! Sit over there!" Laura snapped, pointing to her chair.
David seemed frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. His mouth was open, his arms stiff at his sides, his eyes staring wildly at her. As Laura looked into his glittering eyes and saw the fear inside him she suddenly felt herself softening inside. David seemed to be on the brink of tears, a position in which she was amazed to find a boy of his devilish reputation. He was so cute standing there before her, so young, so tense, so innocent-looking, so tender, so much the embodiment of all the qualities that drove her wild that she couldn't help easing her attitude toward him.
"David, sit down. I realize how hard this is for you. It's not all that easy for me either. Do you understand that, David?" she managed to say, looking him in the eye.
She watched the boy nod his head nervously and back up all the way to the chair, as if afraid to turn his back on her.
"Don't worry, David, I'm not going to turn you in! Calm down!" she said with authority ringing in her voice, a tone of voice that she was finding more and more difficult to force.
The schoolteacher walked toward the boy with a steady stride and put her hands on his slender shoulders, pushing until he sat down. She stood before him and watched his glance fall to his feet, betraying his shame. Laura's shame was fast disappearing, was fast being replaced by a feeling much more moving. She felt her cunt moistening between her legs, felt herself warming to the boy in more than a motherly way. She felt sorry for the boy, and hot for him at the same time. She felt herself about to be swept away by the flood of her long-suppressed emotions, felt herself about to be sucked into the whirlpool of her long-denied lusts.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself, David?" she asked, smiling slightly to let the boy know that she wasn't quite as angry as she had let on.
"Uh . . . well . . . I . , . I'm sorry, Mrs. Watson ... I mean . . . Jesus Christ, Mrs. Watson! I don't know what to say!" the boy stumbled, his voice dry.
"Have you been smoking marijuana for very long, David?" she asked.
"Uh ... not too long ... coupla months ... " he replied weakly, looking down at his feet again.
"And how long have you been window-peeping?" she said, knowing the dangerous territory she was about to enter.
"W-window . .. window-peeping? I. . . I wasn't, Mrs. Watson! Honest I wasn't!" David said desperately, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Let's not lie to each other, David. You and I both know that you were looking in. And we both know what you saw. Isn't that right, David? Come now! Be honest now!" she said a bit too harshly.
"But I wasn't! I wasn't! Honest to God, Mrs. Watson!" David said, looking up at her pleadingly.
"You and I both know what you saw, David! Didn't you see something that you found interesting?" she smiled, sitting down on her desk directly in front of the nervous boy.
Laura felt something happening to her body and her mind, felt herself giving in to the lusty sensations that had welled up inside her for so long. Seized by the urge to be lewd before the boy, Laura slowly raised the hem of her dress, raising her leg at the same time, resting her foot on her desk.
"Didn't you see something like this, David?" she smiled, raising her dress until she had exposed her leg well above her knee. "Didn't you?" she insisted, smiling at the boy with a seductive look.
"Yeah . .. I. . . I guess I did .. ..." the boy said in a barely audible voice.
Laura felt wicked inside when she watched the kid's nervous yet eager eyes flash between his feet and the growing expanse of flesh beneath her dress. She knew that this was the moment when she would have to turn her fantasies into reality. She knew that she could turn this potentially ruinous situation into the most exciting experience of her recent life. She felt slightly dizzy with the excitement the boy inspired in her.
She would be wicked. She would do anything that came into her head. She would tease the boy until he had become her slave. She was in no real danger of discovery now. The boy dared not tell anyone what he had seen, or what he was about to do with her. He was in too much trouble already to spill the beans about anything that happened in her classroom after school. Who would believe his story even if he did decide to tell it? Would the respected Laura Watson dare do such depraved things to her students? When she realized how safe she was, she giggled uncontrollably for a moment.
"Would you like to see more, David darling?" she asked wantonly.
"More? Oh God, Mrs. Watson! What do you mean!? More? I... I don't understand! More?" the boy gasped, staring wildly at her leg.
"Yes, darling, more. Not that you haven't seen enough already! You really should be ashamed of yourself you know!" she said teasingly.
Laura saw the boy's eyes fall again in shame and her heart melted for him, melted as her cunt did.
"Of course I should be ashamed of myself too, I suppose. I find that people often do things that they should be ashamed of, David. Perhaps it's all right to do those things as long as no one finds out about them. Or perhaps we shouldn't be ashamed in the first place," she said, raising her dress ever-sc-slowly. "Did you enjoy what you saw, darling? Don't Me embarrassed. Did you like the show?"
"Oh God, Mrs. Watson. I. . . sure I enjoyed it... I mean .. . how could I help it? Yot.... you did ... did thatl" the boy rasped.
"That? That? What exactly do you mean, David?" Laura asked, raising her dress all the way to the crotch of her panties, opening her legs obscenely and letting the boy get a good look at her barely covered snatch. "What exactly is 'that'?"
"Oh gosh! You .. . you were ... uh ... you were playin' with yourself!" David said, his eyes bugging as he stared at the juncture of Laura's creamy thighs.
"Masturbating?" she asked with a wicked look. "Like this?" she smiled wantonly.
The hot-assed schoolteacher reached between her spread legs and rested her palm against the damp crotch of her panties, pressing hard against the responsive swelling of her tingling twat. With a toss of her head, she began making rubbing motions against her cunt, keeping her eyes on her victim, watching carefully his every reaction.
David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had stumbled into the nut-busting situation quite by accident. He had been smoking with the guys down by the river behind the school when one of them suggested that they take a walk up to the building and maybe break a window or something, just for the hell of it. By the time they had made it to the building nobody was interested in breaking windows any more. In fact, nobody was interested in doing much of anything. David was the only one who still felt the urge to vandalize their brick prison. The other guys had wandered off toward home while he had snooped around for a while.
When he had noticed an open window, he had seized upon the chance to get into the place with the harmless intention of coming away with a souvenir of some kind. He had had the foresight to peek in the window before he opened it any farther. What he had seen made him freeze in place. He hadn't felt so strange in his life. There was Mrs. Watson, of all people, sitting on her desk, her dress pulled up all the way to her waist, her hands inside her panties. He couldn't believe his eyes! Mrs. Watson was playing with her cunt!
David had never seen anything like it in his life. He knew that girls did things like that too, but Mrs. Watson was a grown-up woman! Sherry Billings had done that in front of him once, but only after he had practically begged her on his knees. He couldn't understand what made girls so damn sensitive about things like that. Sherry had let him feel her up lots of times. She had even let him put his hand between her legs and touch the lips of her pussy. She had taken his cock out and rubbed it for him until his cum had shot out all over her hand. But she hadn't let him fuck her yet, even though he knew she had wanted it all the time. There were some things that the girls of Masonville just wouldn't do. His dad had told him to keep trying. He sure would.
Mrs. .Watson, however, was something else! She didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed about the things she had done. She didn't seem to care whether he saw her playing with her cunt or not. And now she was exposing herself for him as if she did it every day. What the hell was she trying to do to him? She was as old as his mother! And she was his math teacher! His math teacher! It was almost too much for the boy to take. David would have run from the room and taken his chances with the law if it were not for Mrs. Watson's incredible beauty.
Mrs. Watson had never tried to hide her feminine charms beneath old-lady dresses like some of the -eachers at Masonville, not that she would have been able to hide her charms even if she had tried. It was pretty well agreed that Mrs. Watson had to have the greatest pair of tits of all the teachers. Her legs weren't bad either, now that David was being treated to a long and careful look at them. In fact, Mrs. Watson's legs were beautiful, soft as silk, a light golden glow spread over them, perfectly shaped. He couldn't help staring at the softer-looking flesh of her upper thigh, couldn't help wondering how her leg would feel to his touch. It was a nasty thought, he knew, but he couldn't resist it.
She was doing such incredibly mind-boggling things to him, making his cock stir between his legs, making his heart throb in his chest, making it hard to control his breathing. The more of herself she exposed to him, the more he felt himself coming strangely under her power. He felt as if she could make him do anything in the world now, felt as if he were powerless to resist her every command. He could hardly even move.
David knew that his cock was hardening in his pants. He had gotten a rip-roaring hard-on outside while he had watched her play with her pussy only minutes before. He had been just about ready to haul out his dick and jerk off right there beneath the window when she had discovered him. His cock had softened somewhat in the confusion following his discovery, but it was rising again and he had no control over his sexually excited condition.
The beautiful teacher was driving him crazy. What would he do when his big eight-inch cock stuck down the leg of his pants? Surely she would notice the big stiff thing! Would she get mad at him again? Would she scream and call the cops or something? And how far was she going to go with her wild strip show? Was she really going to play with her cunt in front of him like that? When he saw her fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, he sucked in his breath and prepared for the worst-or the best.
"Would you like to look at my cunt, darling?" Laura sang, easing her flimsy panties down over her creamy thighs. "Would you like to see your teacher's pussy more closely?"
"Uh ... g-gosh yes ... but..." David struggled, his voice as dry as paper.
"But what, silly boy? Don't you like girls?"
Laura teased, removing her panties completely and holding them in her hand, dropping one leg over the back of the chair in which David sat, giving him an unavoidable view of her gaping cunt.
"Oh Christ, Mrs. Watson! What]re you doin'? My gosh! I... I don't get it!" the boy said, his eyes glittering as he stared into the most delicious-looking cunt he had ever seen or even imagined.
Mrs. Watson's cunt was even more beautiful than Sherry's, bigger, juicer, hotter-looking. And she was displaying it for him like that! It was so open, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away from it!
"Do you think I'm going to hurt you, David?" she smiled down at the boy.
"Gosh no, Mrs.. Watson! But. . . you're ... so much older than I am ... I mean . ...it's not right... is it?" the frightened and excited boy struggled.
"Of course it's not right, darling! But I'm doing it anyway! I know how badly you want to see my pussy, David! You were peeking in at me long enough! You could have left if you didn't like looking between my legs! And besides, dear boy, I've wanted to show you this for a long time! But we'll have to keep all of this our little secret! Understand?" she said, reaching between her legs and grasping the lips of her damp twat, pulling them apart until she knew the boy could see right up her cunt.
"Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! What're you doin'?" the boy gasped.
"I'm opening up my pussy for you, darling boy! Isn't it pretty? Have you ever seen a girl's cunt before, David?" She smiled wickedly, moving her cuntlips around with her fingers, watching the boy's sparkling eyes move with them.
"Yeah ... I've seen a girl's ..." the boy said, his voice trailing off as if he were afraid to say the word in front of the luscious schoolteacher.
"Cunt, darling. Cunt! Say the word, David. I want to hear you say it. Cunt! Have you seen a girl's cunt, darling?" she teased, tasting her nasty words on the tip of her tongue, savoring them with delight.
"I've seen a girl's... cunt," the boy said weakly.
"Whose, David? Don't be bashful. I'd like to know who is the lucky girl?" the hot-assed older woman asked the fourteen-year-old boy.
"Do I have to tell?" the boy begged, looking up from her cunt for the first time and looking into the woman's sexy eyes.
"I think you should, David. We have nothing to nide from each other, darling! Tell me who you've been playing around with, darling. I'll bet all the boys in school know all about it. You boys are such braggarts! I don't think you should keep your little secrets from me, David, not after what I've already found out about you!" the horny woman teased, enjoying the way she had him squirming.
"Sherry Billings," he said in a barely audible voice.
"Sherry! My goodness! Sherry Billings! And she's such a quiet little darling too! She's awfully pretty, David! Does she have a; pretty pussy?" Laura asked with a sly wink of her eye.
"A ... a pretty pussy ... well... uh .. .sure ... yeah ... it's pretty..." the boy answered, staring again between Mrs. Watson's spread legs.
"Is it as pretty as mine, David?" Laura asked, moving even closer to the boy, moving until her twat was only a foot or two away from the boy's face.
"Jesus no! Nothin's as pretty as this!" the boy gasped.
"Has little Sherry ever let you touch her there?" Laura asked, her cunt burning with lust for the helpless young boy.
"A few times," David answered, his heart racing.
Was Mrs. Watson actually going to let him touch her between the legs? His math teacher? A woman old enough to be his mother? The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on?
"A few times? My goodness, David, if I were Sherry I would let you touch me there all the time! In fact, darling, I would insist upon it! Nothing feels better to a woman than a man's hand on her cunt, David! Would you like to touch me there?" she asked, her twat seething with excitement, dripping with lust.
"Touch you? There?" the boy rasped, his cock hardening in his pants.
"Of course, lover. Reach up and touch my pussy! Go ahead, David! It won't bite you!" Laura said sweetly. "Feel my fucking cunt, David!"
David still couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was scared half to death to touch her cunt, but he was in her power now. He felt his hand rising from his lap where it had been resting in a vain attempt to cover his cock, felt his hand moving up toward the gaping gash that she was so obscenely displaying for him. When he felt the heat radiating from the juncture of her silken thighs he pulled his hand away, afraid to lay it on the wet flesh of her seething cunt.
"It's all right, David darling! It's all right! I want you to touch me! I want you to feel me! I know how nasty it is, David, but I want it anyway! Didn't you hear me calling your name while I was playing with my cunt, David?" she asked, taking the boy's trembling hands in hers.
"I thought it was somebody else!" David said, amazed that she had been thinking about him while she finger-fucked her beautiful hot cunt.
"It was your name, darling! Your name! I've been hot for you for a long time, David! Doesn't that turn you on, David? Doesn't that make your cock grow? Doesn't that just make your balls ache in your pants, darling? I've been watching you in class, darling! I've been watching you tease the girls with your hard dick* you and your buddies! I've been itching for it, David! Now that I have you with me I want you to make me feel good! Make my cunt burn and tingle, lover! Make it drip for you! Put your hand on it, lover!" Laura hissed, wriggling her hip's, making her gaping wet gash move temptingly.
David sucked in his breath when she slowly placed his hand over the wantonly exposed nest of her furry cunt. He trembled with excitement when he felt the downy curls of her pussy hair against his young hand. She held his hand felt against her cunt, held it there until he no longer tried to resist. The heat of her throbbing twat seemed to surge through his hand and go straight through him to his young cum-filled balls.
"Feel my cuntlips, David! Consider it a part of your education, darling! Stroke them with your fingertips, David! Oh yes! Wonderful! That makes me feel so good! It makes my pussy come alive! It makes me feel like my twat is on fire! Do it to me, boy! Make my cunt bum!" Laura cried, her mind reeling with lust.
The feeling of a young boy's trembling fingers exploring the lips of her cunt was enough to make her melt. It was so wicked, so depraved. She had denied her desires much too long. She had to indulge herself now, no matter how wicked her act, no matter how taboo.
The hot-assed teacher felt the boy's eager yet nervous fingers gently stroking the raggedy lips of her cunt, felt her pussy running with juice, wetting the boy's fingertips. Laura had never felt so lewd. The boy was only fourteen years old, young enough to be her own son! She wanted to hug him to her and comfort him in his nervousness. She had noticed, however, that his fear of her in the face of her unexpected sensual onslaught was being fast overcome by his natural interest in sex.
The horny teacher wanted to teach the boy everything he needed to know about fucking and sucking. Nothing would hold her back. It would be an education for her as well, as she learned how far down the road to depravity her lust would take her.
"Put your fingers to your lips, David. Don't be afraid, darling. Taste the juice of my pussy! Do you like it, David? Would you like to taste my cunt? Why don't you put your face up against it, lover? Be a man, David! I won't hurt you! Eat my cunt!" Laura said, her body shiveri.ig with excitement.
The hot-assed woman reached behind David's tousled blond head and pulled him toward her pussy, gently but with insistence. She watched him blinking nervously as his face neared her musky cunt, blinking as if he dared not look at her so closely.
"Do you really mean it, Mrs. Watson? Do you really want me to do ... that?" David rasped, looking up from the woman's furry cunt.
"I want it more than anything else in the world, dear boy! I want your lips on my cunt! I want you to lick my cuntlips and suck my clit, David!"
Laura said, her responsive cunt flooding with moisture. "I take it that little Sherry hasn't let you do that to her yet," she teased.
"No, Mrs. Watson. She wouldn't let me do that1." the boy said, his lips only an inch or two from the gaping lips of Mrs. Watson's cunt.
"I'm letting you do it! In fact, David, I'm insisting on it! Lick my pussy! Lick your teacher's cunt!" she hissed, pushing the boy's head until his lips crushed against the creamy wet gash of her delicious cunt.
Laura thought she would die when she felt the boy's mouth pressing against the lips of her cunt. It was the first time in two years she had felt anything warm against her pussy other than her own fingers. She came alive as never before when she felt the young boy's nervous yet eager lips fluttering over the gash between her legs. It was obvious that the boy didn't really know what to do now that his face was pressed against a woman's juicy twat.
The taste and scent of Mrs. Watson's cunt was intoxicating to the boy. He had never imagined that a woman's cunt could be so delicious. It felt hot against his cheeks when he rubbed against it, felt alive against his lips when he pressed them against it. And all the while the homy teacher was looking down between her legs and watching him working his lips there. It was too much!
"Kiss my cuntlips, David. That's right. Oh God! Wonderful! Yes! Now suck them into your mouth! Oh Christ!" Laura cried out as incredibly exciting sexual electricity shot through her pussy. "Oh David! David! You do that beautifully! You make me hot, darling! Stick out your tongue, lover! Stick out your tongue and put it in me!" she cried, reaching down and spreading open the lips of her cunt with two fingers, opening her cunt hole for the eager young stud's tongue.
Laura's body jerked when she felt the kid press his face hard against her steaming gash and poke his stiffened tongue in her open cunt hole. She told him to twist it around inside her. He obeyed eagerly, driving her wild. Her belly fluttered when he began nibbling at the gash of her pussy. He was responding powerfully to her now, just beginning to act on his own, just beginning to feel more sure of himself in his mind-boggling position.
"Do you see my clit?" Laura cried, hardly able to speak now. "There!" she said, pointing to it, shivering when her fingertip brushed the little red bud of flesh. "Lick that place, darling! Lick it hard and fast! Oh Christ! David! Oh God! I've needed this for so long! Lick it! Lick it! You can't imagine how that feels, darling! Hard! Lick it harder! Faster! Lick my clit! Make me come, darling! Make my pussy flash! Make your teacher come! Make me COME!" Laura cried out.
Young David couldn't believe that he was making her act that way just by licking her cunt. She was going wild, moving her legs and rocking back and forth on the top of her desk, and all the while saying the dirtiest things imaginable. She sure wasn't behaving like the other teachers at Masonville! And she wasn't the only one who was turned on like crazy. David's cock was as hard as rock in his pants. The thing was sticking down his leg and making his nuts ache something awful. He didn't know what to do about his sexual torment. He had the urge to haul out his dick and jack off to relieve the tension in his balls, but he knew that that was out of the question. He had to do something before his. cock shot off right in his pants.
"I'm coming, David! Oh Christ, darling boy, I'm coming! Keep licking my clit! Yes! Oh yes! I love your tongue on my cunt! I'm coming! It's been so long, so long, so very long! I can't stand it! OH GOD! I LOVE IT!" she screamed as her rushing orgasm tore through her like a raging river.
Laura bounced up and down so hard that it was difficult for David to keep his rapidly licking tongue against the place she had pointed out to him. At the peak of her orgasmic frenzy, Laura grabbed the boy's head and crushed his face hard against her seething twat. She wrapped her long silken legs around the young kid's slender shoulders and held him to her as she writhed in the heat of her lust.
Only when the rushing sensations of her orgasm had subsided did Laura relax her tight hold on David's shoulders and let him take his face away from her flashing cunt. When the boy looked up-at her, his eyes flashing, his lips wet with cunt juice, she knew that she had to do something for him. She had to make him come wildly, had to make his young jism blast from the shaft of his hard prick, had to bring him the greatest pleasure of his life. She hoped that he was ready.
"I think you deserve something delicious in return for that wonderful climax you gave me, David. Don't you agree, lover?" she smiled, noting the eager look on the young lad's handsome face.
David looked up at his horny teacher and nodded bashfully, not really knowing what the woman had in mind. He didn't have to know what; she had in mind to agree to it. He would agree to anything. His brain swam with lusty excitement. All he cared about now was the aching deep in his balls and the tingling at the head of his rock-hard cock. Mrs. Watson had done wild things already.
When he realized that she was about to do even more wild things to him he almost passed out with excitement and tension.
"Stand up, David!" Laura sang, letting her dress fall over her naked cunt. "My but you are a handsome young devil!" she whispered, touching his cunt-juice-covered cheeks with her fingertips. "So strong! So young! And so excited!" she gasped in feigned amazement as she let her eyes rove from his face all the way to the hard bulge of his cock. "Did I do that to you, David?"
"fm sorry, Mrs. Watson! I couldn't help it! It just got like that! I didn't mean to let it! I just can't help it! You did those things and it... well... it just got stiff like that!" David stammered, not knowing whether to feel ashamed of his hard cock or not.
"Don't be silly, David. I like your cock, especially when it's hard like this! I've watched it get hard in class, you know! You always make me hot when you tease the girls with it! Did you know that you were teasing me too?" the homy schoolteacher cooed, falling to her knees and taking the boy's trembling hand in hers.
"Gosh no! I was just foolin' around. I didn't know I was turnin' you on! Was I really doin* that?" David asked, a trace of pride in his youthful voice.
"You were turning me on all right, darling! My cunt's been on fire for you lately! Your cock is so huge! It's a wonder the girls don't jump right out of their seats and make you fuck them with it, David!" Laura said, watching the bashful look she loved spread over the boy's smooth face. "Have you ever fucked s girl, David?" she smiled wickedly.
David turned away when she asked him the embarrassing question. He didn't know what to I say. He had told all the guys that he had fucked I girls, bui what was he supposed to say to Mrs. I
Watson? Actually he hadn't put his dick up Sherry 1
Billings' pussy yet, simply because she had been 1
afraid to let him, not because of any hesitation on 1
his part. He could brag to his buddies about his I conquests with little risk of discovery. How could I he lie to a woman as knowledgeable about fucking I as Mrs. Watson? She would see right through him.
He was relieved when she answered her question for him.
"That's all right, David,'I understand! It doesn't matter whether you've really fucked a girl or not! Girls your age are afraid of big dicks like yours sometimes, darling. You must understand that. A cock that big would hurt awfully if it went into a I virgin's little cunt, David. You must have patience. I Has little Sherry Billings touched you there yet, F David? I don't see how she could resist feeling it I for you?" Laura smiled, staring at the hard bulge | of the boy's throbbing cock. *
"Uh ... yeah ... she's touched it a coupla I times .. . " the boy replied, his voice failing as he 1 watched the woman bend down toward the lower 1 part of his tense body. |
"Does she masturbate you, David?" Laura smiled wickedly, her eyes glittering with uncon- :
trollable lust. I
"She did once," the boy gasped, turned on but *
still embarrassed by the woman's shameless , questioning.
"Did you enjoy it, darling?" Laura said, pursing her lips.
"Gosh yeah! It was great... I mean ... sure I enjoyed it... " he said, afraid to sound too eager.
"Did Sherry grab your dickie like this?" Laura]
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teased, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and moving her hand up and down.
"Gosh, Mrs. Watson!" the boy said, blinking wildly.
"Did she make your jism shoot out, David?" she continued, making masturbating movements over her wrist.
"Yeah ..." the boy said weakly, his nuts aching.
"Would you like me to do that for you, lover?" Laura cooed, licking her lips. "Would you like me to jack you off and make you shoot your wad?" the hot thirty-six-year old woman asked the horny teenager.
"Sh-shoot. . . shoot my wad? You . . . you really mean it?" the boy gasped.
"I'll show you that I mean it, David!" Laura hissed, attacking the front of the boy's patched Levi's, tugging down his tightly stretched zipper and reaching down the leg of his pants.
David stood on his tiptoes, his entire body tense with incredible excitement. His nuts felt like two hand grenades between his stiff legs. His cock felt as hot as a poker. He was slightly di;:zy with excitement as the woman did wild things to his young mind and body. He knew there was something nasty about letting an older woman jack him off, just as there was something nasty about sucking her juicy cunt, but she was too beautiful to resist. He was afraid his dick would shoot in his jeans if she touched it right.
"It's stuck in your pants, darling! It's so long and stiff that it's stuck down the leg of your pants! David, you really must be hot for me! It's so hard! So beautifully hard!" she cried, grabbing the root of his thick prick.
Unable to release the boy's hard-on from his fcs, Laura unbuckled his belt and spread his ts open, exposing his fuzzy groin. She trailed long loving fingers down over the boy's lower stomach and into the wiry hair on his groin, making the kid shiver with excitement. She ran her hands up under his shirt and felt the lean muscles of his stomach and chest, felt his heart beating, felt his muscles hard and tense. She knew how powerfully she was affecting the boy and her pussy was seething with the excitement the wild situation inspired in her. She pushed the boy's pants all the way down to his feet and stared excitedly when his hard dick snapped up against his hairy groin.
"My God, David! It's even bigger naked than it looks in your pants! It's huge! My God, David! No wonder little Sherry is afraid of it! I'm not afraid of it though, darling! I love it! Let me make your dick feel good, David! Let me beat your meat for you! You're such a deserving young man!" Laura hissed, moving incredibly close to the boy's hot young body.
Laura ran her silken hands, up and down the kid's smooth legs a few times before she reached out for the arching pole of flesh that jutted up in front of him. When she wrapped her fingers around the dripping organ, David jumped back in an involuntary spasm, pulling his cock from her hand. She grabbed his dick again and pushed it down until it stood straight out in front of him. She began ever-so-slowly moving her soft warm hand up and down over the boy's juice slickened rod, making his nuts squirm in their tight sac.
David had never felt so excited in his life. The older woman's hand grasped his cock as gently as could be, sliding over the sensitive skin of his prick effortlessly. It was as if some invisible hand were running over his rod, and yet the woman' eages hand felt like a thousand hands at once, all milking his dick, making his balls want to shoot their creamy load at her. The wildly turned-on boy gasped when he felt Mrs. Watson's expert hand grasping his swollen balls and squeezing them tightly iri contrast to the gentle way she continued to stimulate his cock with her other hand.
"Do you like that, little lover? Do you like having your balls squeezed while a woman beats you off?" she cooed, squeezing his cum-swollen balls until he closed his eyes in pleasure-pain. "Do you feel your cum ready to squirt yet, darling?" the hot-assed schoolteacher purred at her pupil. "Would you like to shoot it all over my face?"
"All over ... your face? You're shittin' me, Mrs. Watson! You don't mean that! You couldn't mean that! All over your face! Jesus Christ! I... I'm gonna shoot it pretty soon, Mrs. Watson! I can't help it! If you don't want me to you'd better stop doin' that!" the boy begged, still unable to believe that she could really want him to do that to her.
"I want you to shoot it, darling! I want it in my face! I want to taste it on my lips! Do you hear me, David! I want you! I want all of you! I want your dick! I want your balls! I want your lips! I want your cum!" Laura cried.
The sex-crazed woman reached under her dress and began rubbing her twat with the palm of her hand, driving herself wild again, raising herself to the brink of sexual passion with her masturbating movements against her excited cunt.
David began making soft groaning sounds deep in his chest when he felt the woman's fingers tightening more and more around the swollen shaft of his young cock. He felt her hand running faster and faster up and down the rigid shaft of his cock, beating harder and harder against his tight nuts" He was going crazy with excitement. His breathing came faster and harder. He could almost see stars before his eyes. He knew when a sudden rush of hot tingling sensations surged through his balls and cock that he was about to shoot his wad in Mrs.
Watson's hand.
"I... I... I'm gonna do it, Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! I... can't stop it! Here it comes, Mrs. Watson! Oh shit! Shit!" the boy groaned as his balls blew up between his strong young legs.
David felt shot after shot of jism blasting through the incredibly stiff barrel of his cock, felt his nuts unloading all their pent-up energies in hot spurts of cum.
"Oh my God! I'm coming again! Keep shooting it, David! I'm ... coming!" Laura cried as her cunt flashed, flooding her with hot wet sensations.
Laura gripped her young lover's rock-hard prick and jerked him off fiercely, milking blasts of cum out of him. She thought he would never stop coming. Squirts of the hot thick jism splattered all over her glowing pink cheeks, running down over her chin and down her neck. Her fingers were sopping wet with the cum her young lover shot over her.
"Open your eyes, David! Watch your cum come out! Watch it shoot all over my cheeks! Oh God!
It's delicious! It's wonderful on my face! Keep shooting it at me!" she cried, pumping harder and harder on his still-hard dick.
The hot-assed teacher watched the boy open his glittering blue eyes and stare at her as his cock pumped his jism against her delicate flesh. When she told him to keep shooting his cum at her, he bent backward and strained to make more of his jism blast from his tight nuts. When her cunt had stopped flashing with sexual electricity, she removed her hand from her twat and began milking the boy's loosening balls, kneading them, making the kid groan with pleasure.
Seized by the urge to taste the boy's cum, Laura dropped his cock and began gathering his dribbling jism from her lips and cheeks on the tips of her fingers and licking the stuff up.
"Your cum is delicious, David, so rich and creamy! I could eat it all up!" the horny schoolteacher smiled, licking her lips. "Is there any more left in there, lover?" she asked wickedly, taking his cock in her fingers and bending toward it.
David couldn't believe his eyes! Was she really going to put her lips on his cock? Sherry would never have done that for him! When he felt her mouth suddenly engulf the still-firm shaft of his young cock he knew that she would do anything that came into her head. His cock jerked in her mouth as she began sucking hard and fast at it. It was hard already, but the feeling of her wet warm mouth moving softly and slowly over the head of his dick made the organ as hard as steel. His balls were already starting to squirm again. It was almost as if he hadn't shot his wad at all!
Laura moved her wet tongue over the head of her young student's naked cock, slipping and sliding it over the cockhead and up around the sensitive underside of the bulging thing. She felt the boy's fourteen-year-old prick swelling inside her face to even greater proportions than before, felt it throbbing with pounding blood, felt cum dribbling out of his swollen cock as she sucked the last tasty drop from the root of his rod.
"Your cock tastes better than your cum, David!" Laura said, pulling off for a moment. "Do you like being sucked off?"
"Oh shit yeah! Oh crap! Do it some more! C'mon, Mrs. Watson! Do it for me again! You gotta! It feels so damn good!" David pleaded, his face twisted into a mask of desperation.
"If you insist, David. But I can't do this all day you know! I have to go home to my own young men!" Laura said.
A strange feeling came over Laura when she mentioned her own two boys. It was true! She did have to go home to her own young men! How could she face the boys after spending the afternoon sucking and being sucked by a boy as young as they were? She knew that her sons and David were acquainted, although not very closely. What would happen to her if David told Robert and Marty about his wild afternoon after class? She had to make certain that the boy told no one!
Laura worked on David's distended dick until he was standing on his tiptoes again, his body hard with tension. When she was certain that he was on the brink of a wild orgasm again, the hot-assed older woman took her lips from his prick and grasped it with her hand again.
"Again, David? My goodness, young man, you never give up! How much cum do you have in there anyway?" she teased, squeezing the boy's saliva-slickened cock and masturbating it at the same time in fast up-and-down movements.
"I got lots of it, Mrs. Watson! But... gosh
...I've never felt like this before! I think I'm gonna shoot my rocks off again! Do you want me to? Can I do it in your mouth this time?" the boy
-asked, his eyes glowing with warmth and youthful eagerness.
"You'd like to shoot that wad right down my throat? What a thing to ask a woman! You should be ashamed of yourself, David Milner! I don't think I'll let you come this time! You must have some respect for your teacher!" Laura teased, enjoying the wounded look on his lust-twisted face.
"But. . . but, Mrs. Watson . . . " the boy stumbled, his voice dry as cotton. "I'm about ready to squirt it! You gotta do it for me!" the boy begged.
"I think we'd better call our little session to a close for today. We don't want you to get all worn out! If you really think you need me, David, you can stay after school tomorrow. We can do this again if you wish, darling. But we have to keep everything a big secret! Do you understand?" she smiled at her hard-cocked young stud.
"But. .. my cock . . . it's ..." David struggled, his balls aching with lust, longing to empty their load into Mrs. Watson's sucking face.
"Your cock will stay hard all night, won't it, darling? That is if you resist the urge to finish the job I started. Will it stay up until tomorrow afternoon, David?" she smiled.
"Well. . . sure . . . but... I don't think I can wait that long! It hurts somethin' awful!" the boy begged, looking down at his rigid young cock.
"Just imagine how much better it will feel when I suck your cockie off tomorrow!" Laura said, carefully pulling up the boy's Levi's and tucking his hard prick back into them with the greatest of difficulty.
"Will you suck if off tomorrow, Mrs. Watson? Really? Promise?" the boy pleaded.
"I promise, David! But you have to promise not to jerk it off during the night! Do you understand?" Laura cautioned.
"Okay, Mrs. Watson. I won't even touch it!" David said, flinching as his beautiful math teacher zipped up his straining fly.
Laura kissed her homy young student behind the ear and patted his lean young ass, pointing to the window.
"Be careful now, David, we can't have anyone seeing you! And remember, not a word about this to anyone, not even your best friends! Do you hear me, David?" Laura said sternly as the boy crawled through the window.
"I won't say a word!" he whispered, looking back at her.
Laura giggled when the boy scrambled through the bushes and broke into a run across the lawn. She knew that she had made him feel better than he had ever felt in his life. She knew that she had given him an afternoon of pleasure that he would never forget. She would never forget it either! It was her first venture into the taboo world ofsex with young boys, a world she wanted desperately to explore. Her first step hadn't been too difficult. She had been pushed over the borders of depraved lust by chance. She hoped her future explorations would be as easy.
Chapter Two
Laura realized even before she left the school on the evening of her cunt-melting experience with David that she had a difficult problem to face at home. In fact, Laura had two difficult problems at home in the persons of Robert and Marty, her two handsome young sons. As Laura drove home from school she wondered how she could possibly control her blazing lusts now that she had let them burn out of control once. It had been hard enough to keep her burning hunger for young boys under control at home. Now that she had tasted young David's dick and had experienced the cunt-stirring joys of sex with boys, she knew that she would find it much more difficult to keep her hands off her own sons.
Laura knew perfectly well that she should be ashamed of her desire for her sons, but shame was now the farthest thing from her horny mind. She had been ashamed of her lust for David too, but that uncomfortable feeling had been washed away by the flood of her rushing orgasm. Shame, the hot-assed woman had discovered, was easy enough to put aside in the heat of her lust. She felt that she dared not let herself approach her sons with sexual intentions not because the act would fill her with shame, but because incest would be rather inconvenient for everyone concerned.
The sun was just beginning to set when Laura pulled up in front of her house in the country,. She turned off the car and listened for the sound of basketballs bouncing against the side of the garage. Robert and Marty were practicing their favorite sport again as usual. As'usual, Laura honked her horn twice to let the boys know she was home. In a few minutes they would be scrambling into the house and getting cleaned up for supper.
Laura closed her lovely eyes and let her imagination run away with her. The long golden rays of the setting sun fell on her eyelids, casting a warm glow over her thoughts. She felt calm inside, almost too calm. She was at peace with herself after her wild afternoon of hot sex with her eager young pupil. It was the first time since before her husband's tragic death that she had felt so warm and easy inside, She felt like letting herself drift off somewhere, felt like taking a flight of fantasy.
Laura closed her eyes to the real world and imagined that she was watching her fifteen-year-old son playing basketball in the gym at school. She could see him as real as life on the gym floor, jumping and turning with athletic pace as he outmaneuvered his opponents. The proud mother could see her son's young hard muscles flexing with power as he shot the ball into the air. She could see his arms tightening as he powered the ball across the floor. She could see his slightly hairy legs tensing as he jumped up to sink a basket.
She could see the white and blue silk material of his shorts moving at his crotch when he jumped, barely revealing the big bulge between his legs as the soft material of his loose shorts touched his swelling cock and balls.
Laura imagined watching the boys on the team file into the shower room after the game, imagined watching them strip off their shorts and shirts and parade around the dressing room in their jock straps until they were ready for the showers. She imagined watching her fifteen-year-old roll his jock down his legs, revealing his big balls and thick young cock. She imagined following Robert and the other boys into the showers, keeping her eyes on their bouncing balls and healthy young pricks. She imagined watching Robert soap up his cock and balls and rub his fuzzy dark-haired groin until he was covered with white thick suds. She pictured herself walking up behind her son and putting her hands on his soapy shoulders, moving them gently down his sides until her fingers were only inches away from his cock.
Laura could feel her naked tits crushed up against her son's strong back, could feel rivers of soap suds running between her tits and down her belly. She could feel hands on her legs and ass as the boys who surrounded her rubbed bars of soap all over her naked body. She could see young cocks hardening all around her as the boys were turned on by her presence in their shower room. She could feel the beating of her heart as it raced in her breast. She could feel her cunt tingling inside as every boy on the basketball team ran his hands over her wet silken body.
The horny mother could feel her son's heavy breathing as she tangled her fingers in the dark hair of his soapy groin. She could feel the shaft of his stirring fifteen-year-old cock as she ran her fingers down its length. She could feel the kid's eager young dick stiffening, swelling, filling with hot blood as she stimulated her son's cock and balls. She could feel the soapy shaft of his hardening prick as she gripped the youthful tool. She could hear her son's sharp intake of breath when she ran her fingers up and down the rampant hard-on the boy sported.
Laura could feel the dizziness that her depraved lust brought her as she fell to her knees before her hard-cocked Robert, could feel the swirling sensations inside her that filled her whenever she did something so wild and taboo. The hot-assed woman could see her son spreading his legs and planting them firmly on the soapy tile floor of the shower. She could see him putting his hands on his naked hips and presenting his cock for her to suck and lick. She could see the look of shameless desire that spread over Robert's grinning face as he looked down on her.
The horny teacher could feel the hard dicks of all the boys rubbing against her wet flesh as she bent toward her son's dripping dick. She could feel the hard meat of Robert's fifteen-year-old prick as she kissed it gently on the head. She could taste his slippery cum as she licked the crystal droplets from the head of his cock. She could feel her son's prick swell suddenly when she engulfed it in her eager mouth. She could taste the hot meat of her son's shaft when she sucked it deep into her throat.
Laura could hear the cries of pleasure that filled the air of the shower room as the basketball team went wild with lust. She could hear her own little cries of ecstasy as she writhed on her knees before her son. She could hear her boy grunting wickedly as he began banging his hard dick into his mother's sucking face. She could hear the sudden deepening of his voice when his rod snapped up against the roof of her wet mouth and shot its creamy cum.
The hot mother could feel blast after blast of hot jism shooting into her face, splattering against the back of her throat, threatening to drown-her. She felt her son's groin pressing up against her face as he rammed his rod deep into her throat, felt his balls slap up against her chin as he came. She could feel her own climax raging in her twat as a boy licked and sucked between her kneeling legs, could feel rivers of sensation roaring through her naked body as she climaxed with her young son. She could feel gallons of cum squirting all over her back and thighs as every boy in the shower came at once. She felt their bulging hard-ons rubbing against her body, felt cocks of all shapes and sizes spreading jism over her wet flesh.
Laura could see the boys beating themselves off and shooting all over her and each other as they went wild with lust. She could smell the scent of cum and soap as the floor ran with their ejaculated loads. She could taste her son's jism in her mouth, could feel it dripping from his cock and onto her tits as he pulled free of her sucking face. She could see herself writhing on the cum-covered tile floor, looking up at the boys with blazing eyes and begging for more cock and cum.
"Mom! Mom! You asleep or somethin'?" she heard a voice say.
"Yeah, Mom. You look like you're a thousand miles away!" another youthful voice said.
Laura winced when she opened her eyes and saw her two boys leaning in the car window and grinning at her. It was a terrible shock to her to shake herself out of her lusty daydream and find the object of her dreams before her eyes, standing there as real as life with his fourteen-year-old brother. Laura flushed for a moment or two. A silly emotion, she thought. The boys couldn't possibly know what wild daydreams she had been having lately!
"You okay, Mom?" Robert asked in his deep husky voice.
"I'm fine, Robert! I was just daydreaming! It's been a long day at school!" Laura laughed, getting out of the car and walking up the front steps arm-in-arm with her two sons.
"We wondered why you were so late, Mom," Marty said concernedly.
"Yeah. I called the school but there wasn't any answer," Robert said. "We were gonna go over and see what was up."
"It's nice to know that a girl has her protectors, boys!" Laura laughed warmly, thinking all the while how lucky she was that Robert and Marty hadn't showed up at the school to hunt for her. "I had a lot of papers to grade today, boys, that's all. In fact, I might have to stay later than usual for a few days. Think you boys can survive for a while?" she added with a smile.
"I don't know, Mom! I'm 'bout to die of hunger!" Robert said gravely.
"Poor boy!" Laura said playfully. "You're much too fat anyway, Robert. An hour or two without supper won't kill you!" she laughed, patting her son's hard stomach with the back of her warm hand. , "Come on, Mom, that's all muscle!" Robert said with a grin, putting his hand over his mother's hand and flexing his stomach muscles for her.
Laura shivered when she felt her son's hand on hers, trembled inside when she felt the boy's soft warm skin against the back of her hand, felt slightly dizzy when he strained the muscles of his stomach for her. She wished she had kept her hands to herself.
"Well, Robert, I guess you're right after all! It is all muscle! I'm glad to see that you're keeping yourself in shape!" she said, feeling a peculiar sensation in her responsive cunt.
"I've got some muscles too, Mom! Wanna feel?" Marty put in, making a muscle in his bare arm and letting her feel it.
"Yes indeed, Marty! You're getting stronger every day! I have two very athletic boys, don't I?" she said, feeling the warmth of her son's hard bleep.
� "We want you to be proud of us, Mom!" Robert grinned.
"I want you to be proud of me too, boys. So why don't I get to the business of being a mother to you two. You really must be hungry. I'll freshen up a bit and cook a nice big supper. You two run up and tidy up a bit," Laura said, patting Marty on the back and watching the boys run upstairs to their rooms.
Laura drank in the physical perfection of her sons' lean young bodies as they bounded up the stairs. The boys wore only their basketball trunks. She watched their well-developed young muscles moving beneath their smooth tanned skin and wished desperately that she could run her warm hands over them, wished she could hold them both in a loving embrace, wished she could strip them naked and roll with both of them in a cunt-flashing fuck.
She reluctantly tore her gaze away as they turned down the hall to their rooms. She would have to exercise more control over her emotions in the future if she was to avoid falling into the whirlpool of her incestuous desires and pulling her two innocent young boys in with her. She wondered if she really had that much self-control.
Laura went to her room and undressed, still wondering where her driving desires would lead her. She stood naked and radiant before her full-length mirror and assessed her physical attributes. She tossed her long auburn hair behind her and lifted her naked tits in the palms of her hands. They were as perfect a pair of tits as a woman could want, and Laura knew it- She ran her thumbs over the peaks of her glowing-pink tits and hardened her responsive nipples.
It was no wonder that her husband had loved to fondle her naked boobs. It was no wonder that he had loved to hold those swelling tits in his strong hands and knead the resilient flesh until she moaned softly with pleasure. It was no wonder that he had loved to pinch and suck her nipples until she cried out in ecstasy. It was no wonder that he had loved to watch her big full boobs bounce up and down when she sat on his cock while they fucked. It was no wonder that he had loved to feel her soft tits crushed up against his chest when he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt.
Laura moved her hands down over her slightly outcurved belly to the silken skin of her naked thighs, feeling her own womanly warmth spreading through her fingers as she stroked herself. It was no wonder that her husband had loved to kiss her there. It was no wonder that the man had loved to trail his wet tongue over her belly and down to her satin thighs. It was no wonder that he had loved to press his cheeks up against her warm feminine flesh. She realized as she ran her hands over her thighs that they were still as firm and perfect as they had been the day John had felt them for the first time.
She closed her eyes and thought of the first time she had given herself tb her future husband. It had been in the back seat of his Ford, not a particularly unusual place for a first fuck back in the dark ages of the fifties. She had been only fifteen at the time. She remembered the experience as if it had happened only yesterday. She had been giving herself freely since she had been thirteen, enjoying every fuck with a wild abandon that had made her popular with just about everyone, except the girls of Masonville.
She remembered the dizzy feeling that had come over her when John had wrapped his strong arms around her for the first time, remembered the even dizzier feeling that had come over her that night when he had started running his eager and practiced hands over her trembling body. She remembered feeling his rough hands slipping and sliding over her naked legs, his fingers touching the �soft flesh of her inner thighs. She recalled feeling naked and warm when he opened her blouse and exposed her pink-glowing tits, remembered feeling even warmer when he sneaked his hand into her panties and rolled them down over her curled-up legs.
Laura remembered petting that evening until they were both steaming with uncontrollable sex-heat. She remembered being helped out of the car by her young lover, remembered fealing the grass of the old country lane beneath her naked feet as she scrambled into the back seat. She remembered watching through the open car window while John stripped naked, showing her the arching shaft of his thick hard cock.
Laura remembered feeling helpless in a cunt-softening way when John fell on her and fucked her hard and fast. She remembered his huge dick pushing between her spread legs, remembered feeling his huge nuts slapping up against her crotch as he jabbed his aching dick in and out of her trembling cunt. She remembered feeling his big strong hands on her naked tits, remembered feeling his hand stroking the silken flesh of her throat as he fucked her hard and fast.
Laura remembered knowing when they had both exploded in the heat of their mutual climax that she would be his for the taking. He had fucked her a thousand times after that wild summer night, and each time had thrilled her more than the last. But now her man was gone.
Laura's fingers had found their way to her cunt during her reverie. Her fingers had started to flutter over the lips of her wet twat when she had remembered the crazy-wild sensations that her husband's cock had inspired in her wet pussy. Her fingers came to a sudden halt when she considered the tragedy of her husband's death. She was filled with a sudden feeling of emptiness. She felt tears welling up inside her. She would have thrown herself on her bed and cried her eyes out if she hadn't heard a gentle rap on her door.
Laura threw a light robe around herself and opened the door.
"Mom, I can't find my pants:" she heard Marty say when she opened the door.
"You .. .you what?" she stumbled, trying not to look down below the boy's trim waist.
"I can't find my pants!" the boy repeated, standing there stark naked before his mother, not embarrassed in the least by his nakedness.
Laura looked out over the boy's slender shoulders, afraid that her glance might fall to the lower part of her fourteen-year-old son's naked body. Sometimes she wished that John hadn't paraded about the house naked all the time. Then her sons might not have picked up the habit from him, a habit that was beginning to get to her in a very embarrassing and dangerous way. Merely being close to her handsome young boy in his present state of nakedness was enough to cause her cunt to tremble with strange excitement.
"Mom? My pants?" the boy said again, noticing a strange look on his mother's pretty face.
"Oh, yes, Marty. Your pants ... well... don't you have a whole closet full of pants?" she said nervously, wishing she could look her son in the eye.
"Oh sure, Mom. But I can't find my patched Levi's. You know the ones with the Ziz-zag patch?" the boy said concernedly, leaning in the doorway.
"Oh. They're in the sewing room, darling. I was going to put another patch on for you. Remember? You wore a hole in the knee again," Laura said, trying to forget the feeling of growing warmth in her cunt.
"Okay, Mom. 111 go get them," the fourteen-year-old said calmly, turning his back on his mother and walking away without closing the door behind him.
"They're in the clothes hamper I think," Laura muttered, trying to keep her eyes'off her son's lean young ass.
Laura wished her son had had the decency to close the door behind him. He was a temptation even when he was facing her. When he walked away there was nothing to keep her from ogling the rising and falling cheeks of his firm young ass. She could even see.the shadow of his young nuts between the cheeks of his lower ass. If only she could feel him. If only she could make his young prick stiffen and suck it into her mouth just as she had with David. If only she could feel her young son's cock pressing into her steamy snatch. Her cunt seethed with forbidden lust for her young son. It was with the greatest of difficulty that she tore her horny eyes away from the boy's smooth young body and closed the door.
She wanted to get dressed and go about her motherly duties in the kitchen, but her unexpected confrontation with her naked son had kindled desires in her that could only lead to a resumption of her interrupted pussy-diddling. Unable to put the boy from her mind, Laura sat on the edge of her bed and lifted her light robe, slipping her warm hand between her legs and touching the hot bud of her clit. She thought of Marty while she worked her fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris, thought of rolling in a hot wet fuck with her younger son.
She tossed her auburn hair behind her and abandoned herself to the mind-bending sensations of her self-manipulation. Her pussylips were already sopping wet with musky moisture. She could hear wet slurping sounds between her legs as she manipulated the lips of her seething cunt. She inserted three of her fingers between the musky folds of her open twat and began fucking herself with her eager hand, imagining that it was her fourteen-year-old son's cock that pounded away between her legs.
If only the taboos of. society didn't stand between her and her sons. If only she could feel free to indulge herself in the depraved pleasures of incestuous fucking. If only she could teach her sons the art of love in their mother's bed. If only she could have her way with the boys she would feel fully satisfied, fully at peace with her lusty emotions.
As her fingers worked away wildly between her legs she was filled with longing for the two boys that her loving husband had left her. When she closed her eyes and concentrated totally on the beautiful sensations deep in her seething cunt everything seemed to drift away. Nothing mattered to her now except flashing images of her two boys and the things they could do for her if she were free to indulge herself in their favors. She no longer felt the bed beneath her, no longer felt the robe covering her luscious body. She felt blissfully naked, felt as if she were floating on a cloud.
Her cloud dissipated quickly enough when Marty tore her bedroom door open and gasped in shock and amazement.
Laura heard his sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes in a flash. A feeling of horror overcame her when she stared at the door and found fourteen-year-old Marty, his mouth wide open in shock, his eyes staring. She pulled her hand away from her wet cunt as if it had burned her. She pulled her robe down over her knees and jumped up, smoothing her robe over her thighs and trying to act as if nothing had happened.
There was no denying that the fourteen-year-old boy had seen his mother finger-fucking herself on the edge of her bed. He couldn't have missed seeing her hand moving beneath her robe, couldn't have missed seeing the look of lust that had come over her lovely face, couldn't have missed hearing the soft moans of self-inspired passion that had escaped her luscious wet lips. It was a good thing, Laura thought, that he hadn't seen the wild thoughts of him that had flashed through her horny mind.
"Yes, Marty," Laura said in the coolest voice she could summon.
"M-Mom, I... I can't find those ... those pants," the boy said weakly, looking down at his feet, still naked as a jay.
"Well then! They're probably ]in the hamper.
Why don't you stay here, Marty, and 111 go and find them for you," she said, pretending that the boy had seen nothing.
"Okay, Mom," Marty said in a barely audible voice, moving nervously out of the way when his mother moved through the doorway.
Marty stared after his mother as she walked out of the room, his mind reeling. He had never seen her looking that way before. In fact, he had never seen any woman look that way before, except once. The look on his mother's face had been the same look that he had seen on the face of a woman in one of the dirty pictures in a magazine one of the guys had smuggled into school. The woman in the picture had been doing nasty things to herself. She had been playing with her pussy and spreading her legs so the camera could get a good shot of her cunt. Marty had beaten off lots of times just thinking about the woman in that picture. And now he had caught his mother doing the same thing!
She must have been doing that! She must have been rubbing herself between the legs to make herself come! It was quite a shock to Marty to discover that his mother did such nasty things. He wondered if she was shocked at being discovered in such a position. She hadn't seemed too upset, although she had jumped up and covered herself awfully quick. Maybe she did things like that all the time. Robert had told him that giris got as horny as boys did. Since his mother didn't have a man any more to keep her satisfied maybe she had to play with herself just like a guy would in the same predicament.
Marty was beginning to feel something awfully funny in his balls. He felt a warmth spreading over him, felt his big young prick stirring between his naked legs. He suddenly felt awfully naked, standing there in his mother's bedroom after catching her in the act of masturbating. He knew what was happening to him, and it scared the shit out of him. He was getting a hard-on right there in his mother's room!
The fourteen-year-old suddenly wished he had put on some clothes before coming downstairs. He usually walked around naked or nearly so, and usually nothing happened to embarrass him. But then he had never caught his mother playing with her cunt before. He. wanted to run upstairs and cover himself up but he was afraid that she might catch him outside the door. He didn't dare let his mother see him with a hard-on! It would be terrible! He wouldn't be able to even look her in the eye again. And what would she think of him? Guys just weren't supposed to get stiff ones in front of their moms!
As the boy stood there nervously worrying about his state of excitement, his fourteen-year-old dick continued to harden and grow. It wasn't long before the aching thing was jerking up straight against his lean stomach. His nuts were tight in their smooth sac, burning with uncontrollable sensation. His cockhead was already swollen and purple. A clear droplet of juice.oozed from the slit in his rigid dick.
Something made Marty reach down and touch his stiff shaft. He grasped the head of his cock with two nervous fingers and squeezed gently, making himself jump with sensation. His cock snapped up against his stomach and began throbbing unbearably. He had to touch himself again, had to make the sensations in his cock shoot through his balls, had to play with himself.
Marty had never been able to resist the urge to beat off when his young cock stiffened up on him. Even now in his mother's bedroom he felt himself giving in to the urge to bring himself off. He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his smooth young dick, moving his hand up and down his shaft until he could see stars. He could also see his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, working her fingers between the lips of her cunt.
Marty knew that it was dangerous to jack off in his mom's bedroom, especially when she was coming back from the sewing room in a few minutes. He knew that she could walk in on him at any time. The aching in his cock and balls was taking control over his actions, making him disregard the dangers in his situation, making him hot enough to do anything to satisfy his youthful urges. There was a lock on his mother's door. Perhaps he could lock himself in and jack off until he shot his rocks. Perhaps he could make his cock soften up by beating off before she got back. Perhaps he could hide his dick more easily behind something when it was soft again. It was dangerous, but it was worth a try.
Nervously the boy clicked the lock and started pumping his hand up and down over his stiff prick, making his legs tense, making his heart beat harder and harder, making his balls seethe with excitement, making him braver. His eyes flashed around his mother's room. He stared at the place where she had been working on her twat. He imagined seeing her sitting there while he jacked off his hard cock. He imagined staring between his mother's long lovely legs while she stuck her finger in her gash and wiggled it for him. He imagined her spreading her cuntlips open and letting him look up her hot-pink twat. He imagined her pinching and tickling herself harder and harder. He knew that he shouldn't imagine such dirty things about his own mother, but he couldn't help himself. It was the first time he had stumbled into a situation so exciting and it was driving him nuts, even if it did involve his own mother.
The wildly excited boy glanced over at the chair in front of his mother's dressing table and saw a pair of her panties. He had to touch them. He had to feel her feminine undergarment. Just the thought of touching something that she had worn near her cunt made him dizzy. The hard-cocked boy walked stiff-legged over to the chair and took her black panties in his eager hands. His hands shook a bit when he ran his fingers over the incredibly soft material of her panties.
He raised the garment and pressed it against his naked chest. The touch of her panties on his skin seemed to make his heart beat harder. He began sliding the flimsy panties up over his chest all the way to his throat. He could hardly breathe now. His mouth felt as dry as cotton. He swallowed nervously, looking over at the door as if his mother would break it down at any second and catch him in the nasty act of jacking off and playing with her panties.
Something made the boy move his mother's panties over his cheeks. He could detect the scent of her musky cunt on her undergarment. So that was what a woman's pussy smelled like. The scent intoxicated him. He buried his face in the silky garment, still beating his cock up and down slowly. He had never been so turned on in his life. The danger seemed only to make the experience more exciting. If only someone were touching his dick! If only some beautiful woman were spreading her legs for him and beckoning him to come toward her. He closed his eyes again and imagined his mother in such a lewd position.
The boy imagined walking toward his mother like a grown-up man, his big hairy cock sticking out in front of him. He imagined grabbing his own dick and giving it a few healthy tugs while his mother watched with a lewd look on her beautiful face. He imagined seeing her fall backward on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, her feet on the floor, her cunt gaping. He imagined touching the jiggling inner flesh of her legs with his big strong hands, making her shiver. He imagined grasping his rock-hard cock and positioning it between the red lips of her spread cunt. He imagined bucking his hairy ass and shoving it all the way up her sucking twat.
Marty imagined how his father might have fucked her with that big hairy cock of his, imagined that he was his father, imagined that he was fucking his mother harder and harder while she moaned with excitement. It was too much for him now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stood near where his mother had sat, facing her imaginary image, bucking his legs against the side of the bed, ramming his dick in and out of his mother's imaginary pussy. He had started rubbing the flimsy pair of black panties against the furry nest of his young groin. In a minute he had moved the garment down between his legs until it crushed up against his tight young cum-filled nuts.
Marty gasped when he wrapped his mother's musky-scented undergarment around the slippery shaft of his cock. He began beating off harder and faster, feeling his mother's panties moving over the wet shaft of his rod, driving him wild with lusty excitement. With his free hand he reached down between his legs and grabbed his cum-swollen balls, squeezing them until they almost hurt. He couldn't stand the tension between his legs another second. He had to let go. He had to come in his mother's panties.
The fourteen-year-old boy gasped when he heard his mother at the door. He thought his heart would stop beating. He was suddenly quiet. He heard her try the door, heard the doorknob turn against the lock. He stopped breathing when he heard her knock.
"Marty? Marty, are you in there?" he heard her call.
"Uh . . . yeah, Mom ..." he said in a barely audible voice.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" he heard her ask in a peculiar tone of voice.
"Just a minute, Mom!" he called, his throat as dry as cotton.
Marty couldn't stop beating off now. He had to come, had to finish off the job he had started. He couldn't stop now. The fear he felt seemed to make his balls ache even more. He squeezed his fingers around his dick and gasped when he felt his cum shooting hard and fast through the shaft of his cock. He hadn't even had to move his handover his cock to make himself squirt. He closed his eyes and fell into the bottomless pit of his orgasm.
The fourteen-year-old boy grunted loudly when he felt his balls exploding. He tensed in every fiber of his young body as he shot his wad into his mother's panties. Every muscle of his body went hard as he came. His long legs went stiff. His stomach muscles tightened. The muscles of his arms flexed involuntarily. His heart stopped beating for a second as his jism shot through the hard shaft of his youthful cock. He knew he was groaning too loudly as his rocks shot off. He knew his mother could hear him, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Marty? Marty, are you all right? What are you doing in there?" he heard his mother call concernedly.
"N-nothin'-----nothin', Mom!" he gasped, rubbing the panties over his shooting cock.
"Open the door then, Marty!" he heard her say sharply. "I found your pants, Marty! Now let me in!"
Marty ran his thumb up his cock shaft to force as much cum as possible out of his dick. He nervously wiped his thick jism off his cock with his mother's soft panties and wished that his shaft would soften up more than it did. What was he going to do with his mother's cum-soaked panties? He didn't dare leave them in the room like that. He was dizzy with confusion.
"C-can you hand me my pants through the door, Mom?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Net if you don't open it, silly!" she replied.
"Will you hand them through the crack?" the boy said, his hand on the lock.
"All right, Marty ... of course ..." he heard her say softly.
The boy nervously clicked the lock open and held out his hand for his pants. When his mother handed them to him he scrambled into them as quickly as possible, tucking his still-firm cock into them and zipping up in a flash. His cock was still visible in his pants, he knew, but it was better than standing there stark naked with the remains of a hard-on hanging between his legs. He picked up his mother's jism-covered panties and stuffed them into his back pocket. He would have to wash them and sneak them back into her room before she noticed they were missing.
"Now what on earth is this all about, young man?" Laura said as she burst into the room.
"Nothin', Mom! Honest! Nothin'! I... I gotta go up and dress now, Mom! Ill see you later ... at supper... or somethin'!" the boy said without looking at her.
Marty almost knocked Laura off her feet in his mad rush to get out of the room. She watched in amazement as he bounded out of the room and rounded the comer to the stairs, running as if his life depended on it, running without looking back even for a second. Laura was about to call her son back when she saw something fall from his back pocket, something which looked awfully familiar. She walked to the foot of the stairs and felt a surge of excitement rush through her when she picked up the little pile of softness and discovered the panties the boy had dropped.
Laura held the pile of soft lacy material in her hand and stared up the stairs after her boy. What on earth had Marty been doing with her panties? Why would he have had them in his back pocket? And why had he locked himself in her bedroom? She had enough troubles without having to worry about her son's odd behavior. She suspected, of course, that Marty's unusual behavior had something to do with his discovery of his mother in the act of masturbating. The poor boy had obviously seen her playing with her cunt. How could he have avoided seeing her hand moving fast and furiously between her legs? Perhaps the shock of catching her in such a nasty act had confused him terribly. How could she ever face her son again? What would he think of her now? [
Laura realized suddenly that her son's behavior had been triggered by something more than shock and confusion. As she unconsciously moved her fingers against the silky material of her panties she noticed something wet and slippery. She nearly fainted when she looked down at her hand and saw thick globs of cum all over her panties and her hand, thick globs of her son's thick white jism. She couldn't believe her eyes. He had shot cum into her panties!
Laura had to sit down on the edge of the bed, her amazement was so overpowering. Marty must have been turned on by the sight of his mother in the act of playing with her cunt. He must have been so wildly turned on that his cock had hardened up as soon as she had left the room to find his pants. Laura shivered with excitement. Could she really have affected her fourteen-year-old son so powerfully? The horny woman felt her cunt beginning to twitch between her legs, felt herself warming all over, felt her lust for her son rising within her as she stared hungrily at her jism-covered panties.
It was no wonder that the boy had locked himself in her room. He had probably been rubbing her panties against his shooting cock as she had stood outside the door. And it was no wonder that he had stuffed her panties in his back pocket and had run up to his room without facing her. He had probably still had the remains of the hard-on that she had raised on him inadvertently. Laura closed her eyes and imagined seeing the boy standing by her bed with a big rigid dick poking up against his belly, imagined seeing his hand flying up and down his hard cock, imagined seeing his rich thick cum flying out of his dick and splattering against the contrasting black material of her panties.
It wasn't long before Laura's fingers had found their way between her legs again. It was all too nasty and thrilling to resist. She knew she had caused her young son to beat off and the knowledge thrilled her deep in her belly. She wondered if anything more would come of the events of that evening, wondered if she would be sucked into the whirlpool of lust with her son, wondered if they had accidentally taken the first step toward the taboo sex she craved.
Laura tightened her legs around her hand when her cunt flashed wildly. She felt fireworks exploding in her twat, felt bombs bursting deep in her belly, felt her body shaking violently as her cunt exploded between her legs. Images of her two young sons flashed through her mind, images of spurting young dicks, images of tight young nuts spewing hot cum into her face, images of tongues licking her juicy cunt, images of dicks jabbing in and out of her sucking twat. Her mind was filled with the most depraved ideas imaginable for her sons. She knew now that it was only a matter of time before she would approach them.
A little sex wouldn't hurt Robert and Marty, Laura realized, even if it was with their own mother. She hoped she could make them understand what was happening to them when she seduced them. By then she hoped she could polish her technique of seduction so as to cause them as little confusion and embarrassment as possible. She would practice on David tomorrow after school. She knew he would be waiting for her, knew he would be waiting for her with that eager young cock of his. She knew too that she would be waiting for him with a steaming cunt and a mouth greedy for the hard young cock the boy had to offer her.
Chapter Three
"Did you follow my instructions, David?" Laura smiled at the young boy as he stood before her desk.
"I... I guess, Mrs. Watson. I didn't jack off or anything," David said weakly, looking down at his teacher.
"That's a good boy, David. Is your cock still hard? No need to answer, darling. It's been rather obvious all afternoon. Did you know that the girls have been staring at your hard-on all afternoon?" Laura smiled wickedly.
"Yeah ... well... I did kinda notice that..." the boy said, looking down at his feet with a sheepish look.
"I thought you might have, David. You really are % wicked boy! AH you need is some instruction in fucking, David. I'm quite certain that you'll make all the girls happy when I've taught you a few things. You would like to learn a few things from me wouldn't you?" the seductive woman asked, her lips wet and shimmering.
"Sure, Mrs. Watson! I wanna learn! Will you suck my dick for me again?" the fourteen-year-old boy asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up with lust.
"Perhaps, darling, but I was thinking of something else for this evening. You know, David, you must do things for your girls too. There's much more to sex than having your cock sucked," Laura said, standing and leaning against the blackboard.
"You mean like licking a girl's pussy ... like I did yours I mean?" David asked, looking at his sex-teacher inquisitively.
"Of course that's a part of it, David. Girls love having their cunts sucked, once they get used to it that is. What I was thinking of was something even better for this session, David, something better for both of us," Laura said, her cunt warming as she looked into her horny student's blue eyes. "Why don't you go and lock the door, darling? And be sure to close the window and the blind this time! We can't have anyone peeking in at us. One student at a time is all I can handle," she said, wishing deep down inside that she had a hundred students like young David.
Laura watched delightedly as the tall fourteen-year-old boy walked around the room closing the door and windows, his long length of stiff cock sticking down his pantleg. She noticed quickly enough that her student wasn't nearly as ashamed of his excited condition this evening as he had been the evening of their first mind-boggling encounter. His bashfulness seemed to have melted away. She could tell by the way he looked at her and by the way his young dick had stayed hard for the entire period that the boy was homy beyond belief. He was ready now for the ball-racking delights she knew she could bring to him.
"Come here, David. Stand beside me. Don't be afraid, lover," she said, crooking her finger and drawing him to her like a moth to a flame.
"I'm not afraid, Mrs. Watson . . . not very much anyway..." the boy said, his body shaking nonetheless when she put her soft warm hand on his shoulder.
"You're a brave young man, David. I just love brave men!" she cooed, letting her hand graze his smooth cheek. "Just being here beside you makes my little cunt all warm and tingly! Do you have any idea what I want you to do for me, David?" she said, quickly planting a light kiss on his lips.
"I... I don't know, Mrs. Watson ... I... " the boy stammered, his cock jerking.
"Isnt there something we haven't tried yet, darling, something all men like to do?" she asked softly, watching the boy look down at his feet.
"I... I guess ..." David struggled.
"Do we both know what I mean?" she smiled, enjoying the way her student squirmed.
"Do you really mean it, Mrs. Watson? Really?" the boy asked, disbelief in his husky voice.
"Of course, darling. What good would you be to your girls if you didn't know all about... about fucking?" she said, tasting her dirty word on the tip of her tongue. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me, David?" she asked, her eyes blazing with uncontrollable lust.
"Oh God, Mrs. Watson! What're you sayin'? You really mean it!?" the boy asked in a rasping voice.
"I really mean it, darling. I want you to stick your dick all the way up my little pussy and fuck the piss out of me! I want that big beautiful cock buried between my legs, lover! I want it throbbing in my belly, darling! I want you to jab it in and out of me, David! I want you to get your rocks off by fucking me like a real man!" she said lustily, her lips wet, her voice low and sultry.
"But... I,.. I don't know how to do that- " the boy struggled.
"Ill teach you, darling! I want to teach you to fuck me! I want it more than anything in the world! Will you let me teach you all about fucking, David?" the hot-assed teacher asked, reaching down between her boy's legs and grabbing his swelling crotch. "Are you ready, lover? Are you ready to learn what sex is all about?"
Laura knew from the way the boy jumped when she grabbed his cock and balls through his tight pants that he was indeed ready for anything she had in store for him. She felt the kid's throbbing cock swell suddenly when she grabbed the root of it and held it tightly. She heard his sharp intake of breath when she squeezed his tight young nuts through his Levi's. She could almost hear his young heart beating wildly in his chest as she held his genitals in a ball-busting grip.
"Let me take your clothes off, David!" the hot-assed woman hissed, pressing up against the boy.
David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had sort of expected Mrs. Watson to suck his dick again for him or let him lick her cunt again, or something like that. Now that she had expressed her intention to teach him to fuck her, he was feeling the same uncertainty thai he had felt the afternoon before when he had had his first taste of real sex in Mrs. Watson's classroom.
He wondered if he could satisfy the beautiful woman. She was an older woman, after all, and had probably had lots of men fucking her. He knew she had two boys and had been married for a long time before her husband had been killed in an accident of some kind. How could she possibly be satisfied with him after having a grown-up fucker?
He had a pretty good idea of how to fuck a woman, but how could he be sure that his idea was right? He hadn't had the opportunity to try It with a girl his own age yet. Sherry Billings had been afraid of it or something. He hadn't even had a chance to push it up against her cunt. And now Mrs. Watson was expecting him to fuck the piss out of her! He hoped she knew what she was doing. He got the impression that she did.
Laura fell to her knees and attacked her young student's straining zipper, tugging it down in a flash. She pressed her face against his open fly, inhaling the youthful scent of his cock and balls. He wore no underwear. The horny woman could feel the boy's pubic hairs pressing against her cheek as she rubbed her lovely face against his groin. She reached up and unbuckled the kid's belt, unbuttoning his tight Levi's and letting them hang open. She could hear his belt buckle jingling as he moved until he was up against the blackboard.
"Can't you stand still, David?" Laura smiled teasingly. "Am I hurting you?"
Laura watched her student shake his head negatively, apparently unable to utter a word in his excitement. She reached out and put her warm hands on his thighs, holding him in a loving grip. She looked up and saw his throat contracting nervously.
"I'm just going to suck your cock like I did yesterday, darling. We're in no hurry! You can fuck me when you're ready, David. But I don't want you to come in my mouth this time. I want you to stay big and hard and horny until I'm ready to let you into my cunt. Do you understand?" Laura smiled, reaching down the boy's pantleg and grasping the swollen root of his cock.
"I understand, Mrs. Watson. But... my cock wants to shoot awful bad. It aches like hell down there!" the boy said, his body going stiff when the older woman grabbed the shaft of his dick.
"I realize that, darling. I'll let you come in due time, lover. Wouldn't you like to come in my pussy?" she smiled, her cunt twitching beautifully between her long lovely legs.
"Oh Jesus yeah! Would you really let me do that?" the boy said amazedly, his thick young cock jerking wildly at the thought of it.
"Let you do it? Of course I'll let you do it! I want your cum shooting inside of me, David! I want it spraying against the insides of my cunt! But we have to go slowly at first, darling! I'll teach you how to make a woman happy!" the horny schoolteacher said wickedly, squeezing the kid's hard-on.
After she had hardened the boy's dick by squeezing it until it felt like a length of iron pipe, Laura tugged his tight Levi's all the way down to his shoes. She watched the boy jump when his iron-hard dick snapped free of his pants and slapped up against his belly, splattering cock juice all over his shirt. She giggled and ran her silken hands up under his shirt, feeling his lean stomach and the hardness of his ribcage. She ran her fingers over his young chest and felt the hard points of his tiny nipples, felt his heart beating wildly in his excitement.
The hot-assed older woman attacked the fourteen-year-old boy's shirt, unbuttoning it in no time and pulling it down over his shoulders. She told him to lean back against the blackboard and raise his feet, unlacing his shoes when he had obeyed her, pulling them off and tossing them over her shoulder with a flourish. When Laura had stripped the boy buck-naked, she reached out and grabbed his cock and gave it a few gentle pulls.
"Would you like to take my clothes off now, lover boy?" she smiled, letting her pupil's cock jump from her loving hand.
Without waiting for a reply, Laura turned her back on the boy and reached behind her to open the top of her zipper. She felt David's nervous fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress. She felt wanton, wanton and hot as she kneeled there before the boy, letting him slowly expose the nape of her long neck.
"Don't be nervous, darling boy. You're doing beautifully! Just go easy at it, darling. Ill be all naked in no time!" Laura said as she felt her dress opening in back.
David was intoxicated by the scent of Mrs. Watson's perfume, intoxicated too by the sound of her voice, by the coolness of her attitude, by the easiness she brought to the most confusing and exciting experience of his life. He felt more at ease with her than he had with Sherry Billings. It was as if Mrs. Watson knew everything about fucking and knew exactly what to do to make him feel any way she wanted him to feel. He had nothing to fear from her, and yet there still remained just enough of his earlier nervousness to heighten all his senses.
Laura wriggled out of her dress and reached around behind her to the fastener of her straining bra.
"Will you help me with this, darling?" she asked sweetly.
The horny woman shivered inside when she felt her boy fumbling with her bra strap. When he had undone it she stood up and faced him, her hands cupped over her bulging breasts, holding her bra in place. She had to give her tits to the naked, hard-cocked boy.
"Would you like to see my titties, David?" she smiled, moving her tils just a bit, looking into his eyes deeply and mysteriously.
David tried to answer but his voice failed him.
"Put your hands over mine, darling," Laura breathed seductively.
When Laura felt the boy's trembling hands covering her own she slipped her hands out from beneath his and left him holding her bra against her warm and swelling tits. She felt a shiver of lusty excitement rush through her. She looked into her boy's rapidly blinking eyes and saw a look of youthful passion that could only fan the fires of her own consuming sex-heat.
"Now take your hands away for a second, David. Let my bra fall away. Let me be naked in your big strong hands!" the older woman said in a voice as sweet as honey.
Laura heard the kid suck in his breath when her bra slipped from beneath his hands. She felt him hesitating for a moment, his hands poised just an inch or two away from the warm flesh of her beautiful tits. She noticed that he was unable to look her in the eye.
"Don't be afraid, David. Put your hands on my tits," she said in a low whisper. "There!" she said, guiding his hands to the soft swellings of her tits and letting them rest there, "That feels wonderful, David! Does it feel good to you too?" she asked.
"Jesus Christ! They're warm ... and ... soft ... and ..." the boy rasped, overcome with excitement.
"Don't be afraid to move your hands on them, David. Don't be afraid to squeeze them a little. That's right, David! My God that feels good! Lift them, darling. See how heavy they are? Do you see how hard my nipples are getting? Feel my nipples! Touch them with your fingertips, David! Pinch them ... gently ... gently. That's just right, lover! Scrape your fingernail over them just a bit! That's delicious! Do that again for me, darling! You're learning fast, David! You're already learning how to make me feel all hot and tingly inside!" Laura said seductively, seeing the glow of lust in the boy's blue eyes.
David felt as if he had the greatest treasures in the world right there in his own two hands. He held her tits at first as if they were precious objects of worship, as if he were afraid of hurting them by squeezing them too roughly. When she asked him to squeeze them a bit he complied carefully, moving his fingers gently but firmly against the yielding flesh of her honey-colored tits. He was amazed at the sudden hardness of her nipples, amazed at the way the hard little points of gooseflesh stood out from her tits. He discovered quickly enough that she liked having him touch her hard nipples. He felt her shiver when he scraped his fingernails against her gposefleshed areolas.
"Would you like to suck my tits, David?" Laura asked when she had let the boy fondle her globes for a while.
"S-suck your ... you don't really m-mean it do you?" the boy gasped.
"Why don't you find out if I mean it, dear boy? Go ahead and suck me, lover! Put your lips against my nipples. That's just right! Now kiss me there, David! Oh God yes! Kiss my tits! All over, darling! Kiss my tits all over! Lick the crevice between them too!" Laura said, feeling herself toppling into the bottomless pit of her lust for the boy.
Laura threw back her shoulders and thrust out her naked tits as her handsome young student sucked and licked them.
"Put my nipples in your mouth, darling! Don't be afraid! It makes me feel wonderfully excited! Suck them! Suck me! Suck me hard! Suck my tits just like a baby! Oh Christ, that feels good! Nibble at my nipples, David! Nibble them gently! Oh God! That's right! Pull at them with your teeth! It's beautiful, darling! You're learning so fast!" Laura cried softly, feeling wanton and seductive.
While David sucked her hard nipples, making thrills shoot through her like electricity, Laura ran her warm eager hands up and down the boy's smooth sides, driving him wild inside. She let her hands find their way around behind him to the cheeks of his lean young ass. She squeezed his naked buttocks, pulling his asscheeks apart and running her long fingers up and down in the crack of his butt. She could feel his body quaking as he felt the new thrills of her exploring hands, could feel the muscles of his ass flexing against her hand.
Laura couldn't resist crushing her tits up against the boy's chest, couldn't resist pressing her lips against his, couldn't resist sneaking her tongue into his mouth. She sucked at his young lips until he responded in kind. She felt his tongue moving in her mouth, moving farther and farther down her throat. It had been so long since she had felt a tongue in her throat, so long since she had felt the warmth of a striving male body against her.
As she luxuriated in a deep French kiss with the boy, her hands sneaked around to the front of his naked body, finding his cock and grasping it hard and fast. She jerked the boy's cock up and down for a moment or two, masturbating him until she knew he could stand no more without shooting a wad of cum into the air.
"I want to suck you now, David! I want your big thick cock in my mouth!" Laura hissed, falling to her knees before the trembling, hard-cocked young boy. "Do you want me to wrap my lips around your beautiful young cock and suck the piss out of you?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Watson! Jeez yeah!" the boy said throatily.
"Get ready for this, lover! Get ready for a good suck! And remember, David, I don't want you to come in my mouth! We'll come together, darling! We'll come together later! Do you understand?" she said, looking up at the blond-haired young boy with lust in her eyes.
The boy nodded in reply and braced himself for the wild prick-tingling sensations that were about to shoot through his cock. He felt his cock dripping with juice, the way it always did when he was wildly excited. He felt his prick stiffen and stand straight up against his belly when Mrs. Watson's lips blew warm breath over the underside of his cockhead. He felt his lean young stomach go suddenly hard when he felt her luscious wet lips grazing the bulging purplish head of his naked dick. He felt like spurting into the air already, and she hadn't even started sucking his cock yet.
Laura pressed her lips against the slippery underside of the boy's amazingly large cockhead. She pursed her lips and sucked some of his free-flowing lubricant into her pretty mouth. She felt lascivious beyond belief, kneeling there in her own classroom, stark naked and sucking the hard dick of one of her young students. It was like some wild dream of hers, some dream that had moistened her cunt and made her flash off in ecstasy. But it was no dream. It was as real as the hard dick of the boy who stood trembling before her. Overcome, with passion, unable to hold back another second, Laura wrapped her wet lips around David's prick and began sucking his thick cock with wild abandon.
The hot-assed older woman reached between her naked kneeling legs and touched the dampening lips of her cunt, making her twat twitch with excitement. Her excitement seemed to grow in direct proportion to the amount of cock she sucked into her face. By the time she had gone down on the boy's rigid prick all the way to the root of it her cunt was steaming.
The homy schoolteacher ran her tongue up and down the slippery shaft of the incredibly hot cock inside her mouth. She ducked her other hand between her legs and grabbed the lips of her pussy, playing with herself with both hands while she sucked her student's cock. She felt the boy responding powerfully to her oral stimulation, felt his body beginning to move against her. She felt him bucking" his lean young thighs against her face, very gently at first, as if he were afraid to assert himself.
David's face-fucking movements grew more and more urgent as the tension deep in his nuts continued to build. He was scared half to death to do anything to hurt Mrs. Watson or make her unhappy, but the sensations in his dick and nuts drove him beyond fear. His natural inclination was to buck his ass harder and harder, shoving his thick young cock deeper and deeper into the woman's sucking face, and his natural instinct was bound to win out over his natural reluctance to participate freely in the wild activities Mrs. Watson had initiated.
Laura thought she would choke on the thick plug of meat that filled her wet sucking throat. The boy moved his big tool in and out of her face with ever-increasing speed and urgency. She felt the big bulbous head of the hard cock banging against the back of her throat, felt the shaft sliding against her teeth. She wanted to let the boy have his fun, wanted him to do anything that came naturally to him now that he understood that anything went in their mind-bending sexual activities.
"Oh shiti Mrs. Watson! I... I can't stand this! Oh crap! This is too much! I can't help it! I gotta do this to your face! I can't help it!" the boy cried as he rammed his big hard cock in and out of his teacher's lovely face.
Always on the brink of choking on the boy's hard-on, Laura let him fuck her in the face until her cunt was dangerously close to the flash point and until his dripping dick was ready to erupt in her mouth..She had to have more, had to have his cock stuck in her twat, had to commit the ultimate act of depravity with the young teenager.
Laura put her hands on the boy's stomach and pushed him away from her. She felt his impaled cock pulling out of her face, felt the turgid head of it catching on her teeth as it pulled out of her mouth. She smiled up at the hard-cocked boy and wrapped her fingers around the cock-juice-and-saliva-slickened shaft of his cock. With her free hand she held her student's tight young nuts. She could feel the incredibly affecting heat of his young balls spreading through her hand as she held his cum-filled eggs.
"Are you ready now, David? Are you ready to put your cock in my cunt?" she asked in a voice smoldering with lust.
"Gosh! You mean it? You really mean it?" David rasped, his dick jerking hot and hard in his math teacher's eager hand.
"Come here, darling! I need you now!" Laura hissed, leading the young lad by his cock, leading him over to her desk.
Laura sat on the edge of her desk and spread her naked legs obscenely. David was staring openly at her cunt now, staring at the dripping gash that she was so daringly displaying for him. She felt lewd, felt like a bitch in heat, felt beyond the rules of society. She would have her young student inside her cunt no matter how taboo the act.
Laura let her long lovely legs hang over the edge of the desk, resting her feet on the floor. With a lusty smile she let go of David's cock and watched it snap up against his groin.
"Put it between my legs, lover! Put that big cock between my cuntlips!" she hissed. "Don't be afraid, darling! Put it in me!"
David's heart was beating hard and fast now, beating with the most intense excitement he had ever experienced^ He was about to fuck a woman, and not just any woman! He was about to stick his hard dick between the spread legs of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! He was about to stick his cock between the waiting legs of a woman old enough to be his mother!
The stiff-dicked boy reached down between his legs and pushed his cock until it stuck straight out in front of him. He moved toward the woman slowly, hesitantly. She beckoned him to come closer. He obeyed, moving toward her until he felt the dripping head of his swollen prick touching the gaping lips of her cunt. He closed his eyes, afraid to^ look down at her cunt, afraid to look into her eyes.v
Laura closed her eyes too, closed her eyes in the bliss of her abandoned lust. It was exactly what she had longed for for two years, exactly what she had dreamed of. She was about to be fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy, by a boy young enough to be her own son. When she felt the boy's hot throbbing cockhead against the open lips of her wet cunt, Laura almost died inside with excitement.
"Put it in me, David! I don't care how young you are! I want it! I need you now! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me, David! Fuck your teacher! Fuck me hard!" she cried reaching between her legs and grasping the end of the boy's stiff cock, forcing it into her creamy cunt.
David couldn't resist the wild urges that seethed within him. He had to bury his throbbing cock in her sucking twat, had to feel what it was like to fuck a woman, had to feel what it was like to have his young prick buried in a woman's most secret place. He summoned up all his courage and rammed his big hard-on into the woman's gaping pussy in one mighty thrust.
Both the boy and the woman gasped in pleasure-pain when David banged his cock between Laura's spread legs. Laura hadn't expected the kid to jab his swollen cock into her sensitive snatch so roughly. David hadn't been prepared for the ball-busting sensations that surged through his genitals when the woman's cunt sucked hard against his impaled cock.
David's burning rod felt better in Laura's wet cunt than she had imagined it would. The heat of his blood-engorged dick seared her insides, driving her wild with pleasure. She felt her pussy hair rubbing against the boy's groin as he rested quietly against her. She knew that he was afraid to move now that he had rammed his cock home, afraid to make a mistake now that he was deep inside her. She had to comfort him, had to make him realize that anything he did would feel wonderful to her now.
"David, darling, that was beautiful! Beautiful! I love your dick inside me! You're even better inside me than I thought you'd be, darling!" the hot-assed schoolteacher hissed, steaming with lust.
"Did ... did I hurt you?" David whispered, as if afraid to speak.
"No, darling, you didn't hurt me! You mustn't worry about hurting me, dear! Ill tell you exactly what to do, David!" Laura said reassuringly, hardly able to control the urge to start gyrating her hips and grinding her sweet cunt against the boy's groin to increase the sensation in her twat.
"Am ... am I doing all right?" David asked weakly.
"I've never felt better in my life, David! Believe me, lover, you're doing perfectly! Why don't you move a bit, darling? Move your hips in a tight circle. Oh yes! Yes! That's delicious! I can feel your cock moving against the walls of my cunt! You're making my cunt bum, David! It's wonderful! How does your prick feel inside me? Do you like fucking a woman, lover? Do you like the way a cunt feels against your beautiful cock?" the woman asked, looking deep into the captivated boy's glittering eyes.
"I... I didn't think it'd feel this good! Jesus Christ! Shit, Mrs. Watson! It's better than jackin' off or ... or even bein' sucked off!" the turned-on boy gasped, moving his cock around inside the woman's twat harder and harder, faster and faster.
"Are you ready to come, David?" Laura asked when she felt the boy's body stiffen.
"God yeah! I'm gonna do it! I can't help it! I gotta!" the fourteen-year-old boy rasped, feeling his nuts tightening.
Laura knew how desperately the young boy wanted to shoot into her cunt. It was only natural that a boy so young would have trouble controlling himself. But she didn't dare let him squirt inside her yet, didn't dare let him blast his load into her until she was absolutely certain he could be driven to no greater heights by her mind-bending stimulation.
"Don't shoot it, David! Stop! Don't move a muscle! I don't want you to come yet!" Laura said, trying to keep her cunt muscles from working against his impaled cock, trying to keep her hungry cunt from sucking the cum right out of him.
David couldn't believe his ears, couldn't believe that she could possibly expect him to hold back his cum now that he was so wildly turned on. He felt her cunt relax somewhat, felt it freeing his swollen dick from its tight silken grip. He did what she told him, stopping his gyrating movements inside her, resting inside her until he received further instructions from his sex teacher. He wondered how much more she could turn him on before she let him come inside her. He didn't know how much more tension he could stand in his balls.
"Move it in and out! Slowly, David, slowly!" she whispered after the boy had rested inside her for a few moments. "Very, very slowly!"
David began moving back away from the luscious mind-boggling woman, drawing his cock ever-so-slowly out of her grasping cunt. He pulled his plug of young meat out of her twat until the head of it was about to snap out of her and slap up against his belly.
Laura felt the boy's swollen cockhead about to pull free of her pussy and told him to push it in again all the way before it came out. She felt her naked body shiver with excitement when she felt him push his rod into her again. It had been so long since she had felt the stroking movement of a man's dick in her twat. She had almost forgotten how deliciously exciting the feeling could be. Now that she had a cock in her cunt again she felt free to abandon herself to the cunt-melting pleasures that only a stroking male cock could give her. She had two years of going without sex to make up for, and she was going to have a ball making up lost time.
"Move it faster, David! Faster now! Don't be afraid! Fuck me faster! I want you to fuck me hard, darling! Do you like it? Does it make your balls ache as much as it makes my twat tingle?" Laura hissed.
"Jesus, Mrs. Watson! It feels great! Great! I don't think I can take much more though! I'm gonna do it in a minute! I can't help it!" the boy said in a dry voice that revealed his intense excitement.
"I want you to come in me, lover! You've held back long enough! We're both ready now, David! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast with that lovely cock of yours! I love you, darling! Shove that fourteen-year-old cock in and out of me! I want it pounding away inside my pussy! Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Dick me! Fuck the shit out of me! Make me come!" Laura cried, overcome with lust.
David closed his eyes and began bucking against Mrs. Watson's tight twat. He could hear the wet slurping noises his dick made as it beat in and out of the woman's musky cunt. He could hear her little moans of pleasure, moans that he knew were real, moans that he knew he had forced to escaped her lips. Hearing the older woman responding powerfully to his fucking movements made the boy feel proud of himself in a way he had never felt before. He was fucking a thirty-six-year-old woman, a woman who had probably been fucked by lots of men, a woman who knew much more about fucking than he did. And he was satisfying her! He was making her cry with pleasure! The power of his newly proven masculinity made him dizzy with youthful pride.
"Grab my tits, David! Squeeze them! I want to feel your big strong hands on my titties! Yes! Oh yessssss!" Laura cried. "I think I'm coming! Oh Jesus! I... I am! I'm coming! Shoot into me, David! Now! Now! Squirt your cum into my cunt! COME WITH ME!" she cried at the top of her voice.
Young David felt his nuts tensing between his legs as they never had before. He knew that his orgasm would be the wildest of his life. He opened his mouth and cried out an unnaturally shrill cry as his tight balls blew up between his straining legs. He felt every muscle go hard as his orgasm tore through him like a tornado. He felt his heavy wad of youthful cum rising through his cock and blasting away inside the horny older woman's juicy snatch. The first shot of jism nearly made him pass out, the sensation was so powerful. His first blast of hot cum was followed by another and another and another, each more thrilling than the last. He thought he would never stop pumping his pent-up jism into his teacher's greedy cunt.
Laura thought she would die of excitement when her rushing orgasm ripped through hsr naked body, making her quake and quiver all over. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around the boy's lean young waist, holding him to her as they climaxed together. Fucking the eager fourteen-year-old had made her cunt flash more wildly than ever before in her life. Not even in the arms of her husband had she felt such thrills. She thought she would never stop coming. She opened her mouth and cried out in the bliss of her orgasm.
"Oh, David! David! It's so beautiful! Oh God I love you! Your cock! It feels so wonderful up my cunt! I... I've never felt like this, darling! I can't stop coming! Fill me up with your cum! Oh yes!
Yes, David! Keep shooting it into me! Keep filling my belly with your cum! It feels so wet and thick! Jesus Christ, David! You're still coming! You're still shooting cum into me!" the horny schoolteacher hissed as she flashed and flashed and flashed again.
"I can't stop doin' it either!" David gasped. "The stuff just keeps comin' out! It almost hurts!" the boy rasped as his balls pumped a never-ending supply of jism into the woman's sucking cunt.
It seemed like hours before Laura felt her cunt relaxing, before she felt the last little shivers of excitement shoot through her pussy. She felt the last spurts of cum shooting through the head of David's prick and sighed softly. The boy fell against her and panted heavily. She kissed him on the lips and wrapped her long loving arms around his naked body, holding him to her in a loving caress.
The feeling of relaxation that came over Laura was like nothing she had ever experienced. She felt fulfilled for the first time in years. She felt drawn toward David with a motherly passion that was similar to the confused feelings she had felt for her own sons. She had gives the boy his first taste of sex, a first taste that she knew would addict him to the pleasures of the flesh. She could tell by the warmth radiating from his resting body, by the softness of his breathing now that he had relaxed, by the look of peace that had spread over his face that the boy trusted her now, trusted her and needed her to guide him through the new world of fucking.
Laura lay quietly beneath the boy's young body until she began to feel uncomfortable in her unnatural position draped over the top of her desk.
"Did you enjoy yourself, David darling?" Laura breathed sweetly, holding the boy's cheeks in her hands.
David groaned softly in reply. He could hardly bear to let his slowly softening cock slip out of her snatch, it felt so good inside her.
"Let me suck the cum out of your cock, David," she smiled, longing for the taste of the boy's jism.
David raised himself off her and put his hands on his hips, standing before her as if he had offered his dripping cock for a woman to suck a hundred times. Laura smiled warmly and fell to her knees, taking the boy's half-hard prick in her warm hands and raising it to her eager lips. She sucked the purplish head of his dick into her face and slurped away at him until she had sucked out every last drop of leftover cum. When the wild schoolteacher had finished sucking her student, she gave his young nuts a squeeze for good measure and tossed her long hair behind her shoulder with a smile.
"Do you feel better now, David? Now that you know how to fuck a girl, I mean?" Laura asked.
"Uh-huh ... but... uh ... can I do it again?" he asked, looking down at his dick. "I think it's gettin' hard again."
"I think we should make a date for tomorrow evening, David. I wouldn't want to wear you out," she teased, reaching down and stroking the boy's hardening cock.
"You won't wear me out, Mrs. Watson! Honest!" the boy said, feeling his nuts stirring between his strong legs. "I think I could fuck you all night!"
"That would be just wonderful, David, but I have to go home and take care of my own, two sons. Besides, darling, tomorrow you'll be even hornier than you were today. You can fuck me again tomorrow, David. Now get dressed and run along!" she said, slipping into her clothes.
Laura watched the slightly disappointed boy dressing before her. He showed no embarrassment about leaving his hard cock sticking out through his fly until he had laced up his shoes. His shyness had melted away in the heat of Laura's seductiveness. She knew that she would have many cunt-melting fucks with the boy in the future.
"Let me zip you up, David!" she said, falling to her knees again before the boy and stuffing his cock into his tight pants. "I'll see you after school tomorrow, lover. And remember, you're sworn to secrecy!"
"I'll remember, Mrs. Watson!" the boy said, leaving the room and flashing her a wicked grin over his shoulder.
Chapter Four
"Mom, is something bothering you tonight?" Robert asked his mother as he sat down beside her on the sofa.
"Bothering me? Oh no, Robert, not at all. I'm just feeling a bit out of sorts today. Nothing to worry about, darling," Laura said, putting her hand on Robert's knee and pressing it lovingly. "You look handsome in your new clothes, Robert!" she said as cheerily as possible under the circumstances, which, for Laura, were anything but cheerful.
Something really was bothering Laura, although she could hardly tell her son about it. Laura's young lover was about to leave her, and she was in a dreadful turmoil. She had been engaging in all sorts of wild fucking activities with David for several weeks, enjoying each session after school more than the last. The boy had learned a lot in the weeks he had been under her expert tutelage. He was even coming up with wild ideas of his own, inventing positions that she hadn't even thought possible. And now he was leaving her forever.
It had corneas a shock to David as well as to Laura. His parents had announced to him three days ago that his father had been transferred by his company to New York. They were leaving in a week, and there was nothing in the world that either David or Laura could do about it.
Laura had tried to convince him that he would find girls his own age in New York who loved to fuck as much as he did, but he had been hard to convince. He had told her that he wanted only her and didn't care about girls his own age. She knew, however, that he would eventually find a girl of his own. In the meantime he would just have to be a man and break away from his sex teacher as they both had known he would have to someday. The break would be more difficult for Laura than for David.
Laura was about to be plunged back into the sexless state that had made her life miserable for so long. It had been difficult enough to approach David with her taboo offer, of sex instruction. She knew perfectly well that she would never have had the nerve to approach him if he hadn't stumbled upon her during her pussy-diddling session. She doubted very much that she would ever have the nerve to initiate a new boy into her one-woman sex academy. How was she to satisfy herself now that her young lover was leaving her? How was she to find the fulfillment that she had found in the boy's love and devotion? Troublesome questions ran through her mind even as her son spoke to her.
"I can stay home tonight if you don't feel good," she vaguely heard Robert say.
"I thought you had a date with Denise Warren tonight, Robert,' Laura said, turning to her son and giving him all her attention, shaking her troubled thoughts from her mind.
"I do, Mom, but I can call it off. It's no big thing. We were just goin' to a show. If you're sick or something..." the boy said concernedly, not used to seeing his vivacious mother in such a quiet state.
"You got out with your girl friend, Robert. I'm perfectly all right. Really! Imagine standing your girl up because your mother isn't jumping around the house like a rabbit!" she laughed.
"Okay, Mom!" Robert laughed, kissing her on the cheek and throwing on his jacket. "I'd better get goin' then. I've gotta pick Denise up at nine."
"Have a good time, Robert!" she called after him as he bounded out the door.
Laura knew that her son would have a good time all right. She supposed that he would spend the evening either fucking the piss out of little Denise or at least trying to get into her pretty pants. Laura couldn't imagine how Denise, or any other girl for , that matter, could possibly resist her handsome young son. He was exactly what any girl needed in a young man. And yet she suspected that Denise hadn't given in to him yet. Robert had been moody ever since he had started going out with the girl. Laura suspected that he was having his first major bout with young lust and that Denise simply hadn't been cooperative.
Laura realized soon enough that she didn't dare think about fifteen-year-old Robert's sex life. Already her cunt had started to come alive with sensation as she considered what things her son might have done to win his girl. Her horny mind flashed with images of her son's activities with pretty Denise. She saw him feeling her leg, raising her dress with his hot hand, moving his fingers up along her thigh to the crotch of her panties. She saw him taking her hand in his and dropping it on his swollen crotch, saw him making her feel the hard bulge of his big fifteen-year-old prick. She saw the girl protesting, trying to draw her hand away from his lap. She saw Robert's hand sneaking around her back to fumble with the back of her blouse, saw the girl wriggling free of his grasp.
Laura was filled with a sudden dislike for Denise. What right had she to cause her son such frustration when she should have been attacking his pants to get at his cock with the eagerness of a bitch in heat? It was no wonder that the boy had been behaving so oddly lately. Laura wondered how many times he had had to masturbate after an unsuccessful session with the little tease.
The horny woman felt like slapping herself. She was having such depraved thoughts, seeing such nasty images of her son. Her cunt was gaining control of her better judgment again. She knew her intense horniness on this particular evening was the result of her having been deprived of the sex she craved for the past two days. David's parents had made it known that they expected him to help with the preparations for the big move. He had been ordered in no uncertain terms to be home immediately after school every day until the family left for New York. Laura wished desperately that she could find some way of bringing the boy and herself into contact one last time for a final night of hot fucking, a night that she knew he wouldn't soon forget. She had to try for a last fuck with the boy. In the meantime her cunt was itching terribly, itching for a hot cock just like David's.
Laura's lovely face flushed slightly when she realized that there was just such a cock in the house. There was in the house a boy who was every bit as handsome and potentially fuck-loving as David. It was true that the boy wasn't skilled in the art of fucking, but then neither had David been at first. Laura knew how bad it was for a mother to have such thoughts of her fourteen-year-old son, but she had them nonetheless, and they made her cunt tingle wildly.
The memory of her experience with Marty only a few weeks ago still made her pussy warm deep inside every time she relived it. She still remembered vividly the intense excitement she had felt when she had held her jism-covered panties in her hand and had realized that it was her son's warm cum she had found there. She still remembered the strangely moving feeling that had come over her when she had realized that he had beaten off after catching her in the nasty act of masturbating on the edge of her bed. She still remembered too the frightening and yet warming feeling that had come over her that evening when she had realized that it was only a matter of time until she would have to approach her sons with the offer of sex with their mother.
She had almost put that realization from her mind during the weeks she had been indulging her lust with David. Now that the boy was about to leave her, however, the idea of sex with her innocent young son seemed an enticing if somewhat frightening possibility once again. As she sat there considering the possibility of approaching the boy whose body and soul were hers for the taking her cunt began to steam with lusty excitement.
; ttt
While Laura was struggling with what remained of her conscience, her fifteen-year-old son was struggling with that of his pretty girl friend. A really rotten movie was playing at the local theater, which was exactly why Robert had asked Denise out with him to see it. The old Rialto had a huge balcony left over from the days when the good people of Masonville turned out in droves to watch the latest Hollywood epic, and on nights when a real stinker was playing it was always fairly empty. It would be a lot easier, Robert thought, to cop a feel in the shadows on such a night. Unfortunately for Robert, copping a feel was easier said than done, at least with Denise. /
It wasn't that Denise didn't want to let Robert get his hands into her pants. She wanted sex just as much as any other girl as warm and responsive as she was by nature. She wanted to feel Robert's warm hand on her leg, wanted to feel it moving up along her thigh toward her quivering cunt. She wanted to feel the boy's strong arms around her, wanted to feel loved and needed. She wanted to let him take her, wanted to let him put his cock inside her. But she had been taught by her rather old-fashioned parents that things like that were dirty, and, although she knew better deep down inside, it was awfully hard for her to cast off years of moral teaching in a few short days.
Robert didn't have such a generous view of Denise's coolness toward him. He thought she was deliberately holding back her favors, either to tease the shit out of him or to make him feel miserable. He was really new at making out, never having had the nerve to try anything with a girl before. He could have taken Arlene Hamilton out and fucked her any old time. Arlene had been hanging on him for a long time, practically begging for a date. She was pretty enough, all right. In fact, Arlene was sexy as hell. But it was well known that she would do just about anything, and with just about anybody. She would let a guy fuck her out in the woods if he wanted to. Sometimes she would even beg a guy for it. Half the guys in the ninth grade had fucked her already, and the other half claimed to have had their cocks sucked by her. He could have taken his first piece from the horny little bitch any old time, and that was just the problem. Robert had wanted something better, a real girl, a girl who was something more than just a cunt between two legs. Denise was just such a girl, and none of the other girls in school could compare with her, either in beauty or intelligence. She was just the prize he wanted to win. He only wished she wouldn't make winning her"so damn hard.
Robert had had a constant hard-on ever since he had set his sights on her, a hard-on that only softened for a while after he jacked off, which he had found himself doing a lot lately. He realized when Denise lightly but insistently brushed his hand away from her knee that tonight would probably be another frustration. When he put his hand back in place she shrugged as if to tell him that his other arm was not welcome around her shoulder. It was only a short distance from her soft warm shoulder to the swelling of her tit. If only she would let him touch her there, even for a second. He kept his arm wrapped around her and squeezed her knee through her dress in spite of her resistance. Already his dick was jerking between his legs.
"Don't, Robert. Please. Don't," Denise said weakly.
Robert couldn't bring himself to take his hand off her knee now. Instead, he moved his hand up her leg just a bit, raising her dress at the same time. He could feel her trembling slightly beneath his hand. It was the first time he had even managed to keep his hand on her long enough to maker her tremble. Her reaction to him was at least encouraging. He thought he was getting somewhere with her when she tried again to push his hand away, this time with greater urgency.
"Robert! Please! I don't want you to!" Denise whispered intensely.
"I'm not doin' anything, Denise! Come on!" Robert said in an equally serious whisper.
"But I can't let you do that! I'm not supposed to, Robert!" the pretty girl protested, her voice full of tension.
"What's wrong with it, Denise? I've just got my hand on your knee! Can't I touch you or anything? Don't you like me?" Robert asked, taking his hand away from the young girl's leg.
"I like you, Robert... you know that... but
... I... I'm not supposed to let anybody touch me like that... not until I... until I get married ..." Denise said, her voice falling until it was barely audible.
"Until you get married?" Robert gasped, unable to believe his ears. "You gotta be kiddin'! Until you get married!?" .
The embarrassed fifteen-year-old girl turned away from her would-be boy friend and felt like crying. She knew how stupid her attitude was, knew how she was making Robert suffer for nothing, but she still felt she had to preserve her virginity, for the sake of her parents if not for her own.
"Nobody waits until they're married any more, Denise!" he said amazedly.
"Robert. . . you make me feel like a ... like a freak or something!" Denise said in a strained voice, obviously on the brink of tears. "I don't have to be like all the other girls, do I?"
"But I just want to touch you, Denise! What's wrong with that? I'm not askin' you to do the stuff the other girls do! You're special, Denise! Don't you understand?" Robert said, trying desperately to tell her what she really meant to him.
"Then you don't think I'm ... strange or something?" she asked. "Because I don't... don't do it all the time?"
"Shit no, Denise! Jesus Christ! I... I wouldn't want a girl like that! I mean it! No shit! Girls like Arlene Hamilton are nothin'! You ... well... you're... I don't know... just kinda like a princess!" the boy stumbled, taking Denise's trembling hand in his.
Robert felt a surge of warmth rush through him when he noticed that for the first time since he had started dating Denise she hadn't tried to pull her hand away when he had taken it.
Denise felt a warmth inside her too when she heard Robert's comforting words. The sound of his voice was more than comforting. There was something about the tone that told her that he was really serious, that he really saw her as someone special, that he didn't think of her as some kind of weirdo just because she didn't let boys use her any way they wanted. She was beginning to feel close to him now, and it was the first time she had ever felt close to anyone.
The boy and the girl sat in silence for a while, sat with downcast eyes, hardly hearing the sound of the movie in the background, totally unaware of the presence of a handful of people in the shadows. At length, Robert turned to her and put his hand on her cheek, gently turning her face toward him. He noticed tears in her eyes and brushed them away with his finger.
"Ill take you home if you want me to," Robert said softly.
Denise shook her head and managed to smile.
Robert almost pissed when she took his hand from her cheek and dropped it to her knee. He couldn't believe it. He felt a shiver shoot through him when he felt the warmth of her body agamst his palm.
"You really ... really mean it?" the boy asked nervously in a rasping voice, his eyes glittering with youthful lust mingled with disbelief.
"I. . . I.. . I really shouldn't, Robert.. . " the lovely blonde-haired girl said with a frightened half-smile.
"Oh shit, Denise!" Robert gasped, overcome with emotion.
Was she really giving in to him? Was she really going to let him do the things he had dreamed of doing to her? He grabbed her and hugged her close to him in a rush of emotion, a rush shared by both of them. It wasn't long, however, before Robert's feeling of deep relief subsided. He began to realize that he wasn't quite prepared to go very far with his half-formed plan of seduction. He had been so concerned with getting Denise to accept his harmless caresses that he had failed to consider exactly what he would do next if she ever let him get as far as he had now.
The boy remained motionless for a long time, his warm hand resting where the pretty girl had dropped it. He knew that he would have to do something soon or lose the only opportunity he had had so far. He didn't want her to think he was afraid now that she had softened toward him, but he was afraid, more afraid than he had ever been in his life, afraid of doing the wrong thing and ruining the only chance he had had to get close to her. He had to do something! In an almost convulsive movement he closed his eyes and ran his nervous hand all the way to her thigh, rucking up her dress and making her leg shiver.
"I. .. I... Jesus Christ, Denise! I'm sorry ... " Robert whispered tensely, feeling the girl's naked leg trembling beneath his hand.
Robert knew that Denise felt like jumping up and running home without looking back. She couldn't have expected him to be so bold moments after she had given him the first tentative go-ahead for his manual explorations. He wished he could put his hand back on her warm knee and proceed more slowly and carefully with his longed-for explorations, but his hand was firmly planted on her upper leg now and he could hardly start over again.
"I didn't mean to ... to go so . . . so fast..." the boy said, his voice as dry as cotton.
Denise made a soft gurgling sound deep in her throat and swallowed nervously. She had never felt so strange in her life. No one had ever touched her there, no one at all, and certainly not a boy. She would never have let any other boy touch her there, never in all the world. But Robert was a special boy and the warmth she felt for him made her put aside her parents' prudish teachings and the fear she felt.
She felt her young body coming alive as never before. The warmth of the boy's eager hand seemed to spread throughout her body, bringing her to new and exciting life. Her cunt began to stir between her shivering legs, began to respond powerfully to the boy who sat next to her with his hand on her thigh. Her heart began to beat hard and fast. She could feel tuggings and tinglings inside her that she had never felt before.
Robert's cock was rock-hard and he was horny beyond belief. His youthful prick jerked hot and stiff between his tense legs as he sat next to the girl of his dreams. He had never had his hand on a girl's leg before and the sensation was driving him wild inside. His fingers were so close to the crotch of her panties, so incredibly close that he could probably touch her there by moving his fingers only the slightest bit.
He wanted desperately to let his hand descend between her trembling young legs, between the legs he had dreamed about during his wildest jack-off sessions. He wanted to feel the soft material of her panties against his fingers just as he had in his dreams. He wanted to feel the heat of her cunt through the flimsy material of her undergarment. He wanted to feel her responding to his explorations between her legs.
Denise couldn't just sit there and let Robert suffer. She knew what happened to boys' cocks when they got excited. She had gotten excited enough herself to know how frustrating it was. She would never have considered doing anything to ease a boy's frustration unless the boy had done something to her deep down inside. Other boys had taken her out on dates and tried to get fresh. She had told them in no uncertain terms that she wasn't in the least bit interested in that sort of thing. Ralph Crawley had even had the nerve to ask her to put her hand on his "thing", but of course she had refused. Her feeling for Robert was quite different, however.
"Robert. . . ?" the girl asked timidly
"Yes?" the boy said in a barely audible whisper. "You want me to . . . take my hand off your .. . off your leg?" he asked nervously.
"No ... I... I like it there," Denise whispered.
Robert thought his heart would jump out of his mouth when he heard her say that she liked his hand right where it was. He thought he would never hear her say a thing like that.
"Do you want me to ... to... " Denise stumbled.
"To what?" Robert rasped. "To touch your ... your 'thing'?" the beautiful blonde said weakly.
"Oh Godf My... my dick? You... really wanna?" Robert gasped, unable to believe his ears. Robert's wildest dreams were coming true right there in the balcony of the Rialto. She was actually asking him if he wanted her to touch his cock! He couldn't believe it! A girl was actually going to feel his cock, and what a girl too!
"I really want to, Robert. I... I don't know why..." Denise smiled. "I don't know why, Robert, but I trust you."
Robert's entire body went suddenly tense. He sat there nervously waiting for his lovely girl friend to put her warm hand on his bulging dick. Every nerve in his body seemed to be sending shocks of electricity through his balls and cock. He had never been so homy in his life. He waited and waited for her to drop her hand into his lap but eventually realized that she was waiting for him to do something first.
Nervously, hardly breathing, Robert took her hand in his and guided it between his tense legs. He dropped her hand onto his lap and sucked in his breath when he felt the incredibly affecting warmth of her hand on his jerking cock. He thought he would cream his jeans even if she didn't move her fingers over his aching rod. He pressed her hand gently, forcing it hard against the long thick plug of flesh that extended down his pantleg. Denise felt her heart skip a beat when her hand closed over the shaft of her boy friend's prick. She had never thought a boy's cock would be so hot and hard when it got excited. It felt huge beneath his pants, almost frighteningly huge. She wondered how her hand felt on the boy's cock. She supposed that his prick tingled and twitched as much as her cunt did. If so, she knew, Robert had to be going crazy with excitement. She squeezed the shaft of his prick and felt the hard thing jerk beneath her fingers.
"Am I doing it right, Robert?" Denise asked softly, kneading the bulging shaft of her boy friend's cock.
"Jesus yeah!" Robert rasped, his balls aching like crazy in his pants.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" Denise asked hesitantly.
"Shit no! It feels great, Denise! Jesus! Keep squeezin' it! Squeeze my fuckin' dick!" Robert gasped much too loudly in the heat of his youthful lust.
"Robert ..." Denise whispered. "Be ... be quiet.. .you're ... they might hear us!" she said cautiously.
"Go-damn, Denise! I.. . I can't help it! You're drivin' me nuts! Your hand feels great on my ... on my cock! It's really wild!" Robert said excitedly, his voice low but still intense. "You're far out!"
"Have you...have you done this before?" Denise asked, almost afraid to hear his answer.
"Have I done it before? Uh . .. well..." Robert struggled, not knowing exactly what to say to the lovely girl.
Robert didn't know whether to admit that he was as new to sex as Denise was or to pretend that he knew what he was doing. It would hurt his masculine pride to admit that he was a virgin himself. But it might hurt his chances with Denise to claim experience with sex.
"Robert? Have you?" the pretty girl asked, still squeezing her boy's cock in a nervous but loving grip.
"Uh... well... I... sure ... I mean ... uh ... all the guys have!" the boy lied, his masculine pride refusing to allow him to admit his inexperience.
"I thought I was the first," Denise said softly, looking down at her lap, her hand remaining on the bulge of Robert's pulsating cock but relaxing its grip just a bit.
"Come on, Denise, don't say it that way. I didn't mean ... well... you ... you're really the first. Honest Denise! I've never done this before!" Robert said, desperate to extricate himself from the position his masculine pride had gotten him into.
Denise took her hand off Robert's bulging prick and put it over the hand that still remained motionless on her thigh. Robert could tell from the way she touched him that she expected him to take his hand off her naked leg. He almost died inside when he realized that his chances of getting the feel he longed for were ruined now. The horny boy reluctantly took his warm hand off her trembling thigh and waited for her next reaction. She pressed her luscious legs together and turned away from him, not saying a word for a long time.
Denise's sudden coolness toward Robert had no cooling effect on his dick. His youthful cock still jerked hot and hard against the material of his pants. A spot of sticky moisture was beginning to form at the end of his cock as his lubricant began to soak through his tight pants. His bails ached like hell between his nervous legs. His cock and balls longed to be released from their confinement in his pants, longed too to be released from the tension that Denise had inspired in them. She couldn't just turn away from him and leave him in such a painful state. It wasn't right.
Denise wasn't actually as cool toward the handsome young boy as she appeared to be. Her cunt still twitched and tingled wildly with lust. She had almost died when he had taken his hand away from her thigh, had almost died even though she had more or less told him to take his hand off her. She still longed to let him feel her dampening crotch, longed to feel his fingers against her pussy, longed to feel his arms around her, longed to feel the warmth of his hard young body against her. She longed for him, but she couldn't let him have her now, now that he had admitted that there were other girls, now that he had tried to lie to her too. Even though she still loved him she dared not make herself feel cheap by giving him what he wanted, by giving him what -she had been taught to prize most.
"What're you doin', Denise? You're the first! Honest to God! I just made that stuff up about doin' stuff with other girls! Why the hell won't you believe me?" Robert said desperately, his cock jerking hard in his pants.
"How can I believe you now, Robert?" Denise whispered sadly. "You ... you lied to me!"
"I had to, Denise! I didn't want you to think I didn't know about... about this sex stuff! You're the first girl I've ever even touched! Jesus, Denise! Why don't you believe me?" the boy pleaded.
"I can't believe you now, Robert. I... I'll have to think all this over, that's all. I'll think it over, Robert. Will you take me home now?" she said softly.
"Take you home? Shit, Denise! I can't go home like this! My ... my goddamn cock's as hard as a rock!" the horny boy blurted too loudly, catching the attention of one of the few people in the shadows of the balcony.
"Robert! Don't talk like that! It's awful! Everyone can hear!" the pretty blonde said in a hushed voice.
"Okay, okay! But what can I do about my "dick? You made me that way, you know!" the boy said, feeling frustrated and just a bit angry with her.
"I know Robert. I... I'm that way too..'.. " the horny girl said, her voice trailing off as if she had admitted something she would rather have kept to herself.
"You're that way too? You mean you're horny too? Jesus Christ! If you're horny too why don't we go ahead? I mean ... shit, Denise ... if you really want it too why can't you let me-"
"No, Robert! No! I can't! Not now! I need time! It's a big step for a girl! You just don't understand these things!" Denise pleaded.
"We can't do much here anyway! I don't know what you're so scared of! I just wanna touch you!" Robert said, his voice rising again. "You hate me all of a sudden or somethin'?"
"I don't hate you, Robert! I really don't! Why don't you believe me?" the confused gill almost cried.
"Then why don't you do something for me, Denise? I can't stand havin' a hard cock! You don't know how that feels for a guy. My dick's hurtin' like hell!" Robert said, rubbing the bulge of his aching rod.
The horny fifteen-year-old was feeling bolder now. His sexual sensations were overcoming his natural shyness with the girl of his dreams. He felt himself going wild inside as his balls tensed more and more by the second. He had to get his rocks off the best way he could. If only he could persuade Denise to cooperate.
"I... I ean't do anything to help you, Robert! Can I?" Denise said weakly, staring at the throbbing bulge of his cock.
"Uh ... sure ... sure you can! You can rub it for me. Can't you?" Robert said, squeezing his cock through his pants, hoping that he could persuade her to take his dick out and beat him off in the shadows. Just the thought of it made his heart race in his chest.
"I guess I can .... " Denise said softly. "Are you sure it's right?" she added, her soft warm hand poised over his crotch.
"It's all right, Denise! Jesus Christ yeah! Do it! Rub it for me! Make me squirt the stuff! Then my diekll get soft and it won't hurt so bad!" the boy said nervously.
"All right, Robert. I'll do it, just this once," the lovely girl said, letting her hand fall once again on the hard rod of his dick.
Robert almost jumped out of his seat when he felt the girl's hand on his aching hard-on. He felt as if his cock would tear a hole in his pants when she started slowly moving her hand back and forth over the long bulge of it. He couldn't help groaning with pleasure as wild sensations shot through his tense young nuts.
"Does...does it hurt?" Denise asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Oh shit no! Go ahead and do it! It feels - it feels great!" the boy moaned.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, staring wild-eyed between Robert's spread legs.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! It's wild! I feel like my nuts are gonna blow up in a minute!" the boy said in a loud voice full of tension and lust.
Denise looked around her in the shadows and bent to her task with new eagerness. She loved the feeling of her boy friend's hard hot cock even though she still felt that he had treated her badly. Shivers of excitement ran up between her legs, making her twat run with cunt-honey as she grew hotter and hotter. She desperately wanted to feel Robert's hand against the lips of her tingling twat, but she couldn't let him touch her now. She just couldn't!
"I gotta get it out! I can't stand it any more, Denise! I gotta take it out! I gotta get it outa my pants right now!" the hard-cocked boy rasped, reaching down between his tense legs and tearing down his tightly stretched zipper.
Boldly, more boldly than he had ever done anything before, the horny fifteen-year-old reached down into his pants and managed with the greatest of difficulty to pull out his aching hard-on. The big thick cock bobbed up against the buckle of his belt and jerked wildly. He stared at his own hard prick. He had never seen it so big and thick before. It was as if Denise had made the thing grow an inch just by feeling it through his pants.
Denise stared at her boy. friend's naked hard-on too. She had never in her life seen such a tiling. She had always wondered what a boy's cock looked like. Since she had no brothers around the house to sneak a peek at she had had to use her imagination. Now that she was actually staring at a boy's huge hard-on she found it hard to believe that it could be so big. She couldn't resist reaching down after her initial shock had subsided and grabbing the bulging head of the youthful prick. She felt her fingers slipping and sliding over the dripping head of Robert's cock. She felt him wriggle in his seat every time she touched the sensitive ridge of it. "Does it hurt?" she asked innocently. Robert could only groan in reply. He began bucking his ass, forcing his dick up into the air, forcing it against Denise's palm.
"Wrap your fingers around it!" he gasped.
When she obeyed, Robert continued bucking his ass and moving his cock up and down in the beautiful girl's warm silken fist. He had never felt anything as wild in his young life. His nuts felt like two hand grenades ready to go off between his legs. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off his ejaculation much longer. He didn't know what to do about his impending orgasm. Did he dare shoot the stuff into Denise's hand? He was afraid that a handful of cum might turn her off, and he didn't need that. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about the mess he was about to make in his girl friend's hand. He was going too wild to worry about anything now.
"I shouldn't be doing this! I really shouldn't!" Denise said hesitantly, squeezing the shaft of Robert's dripping cock. "It's nasty! I shouldn't!"
"Sure you should, Denise! You gotta do it! I can't stand it! You gotta let me squirt in your hand! You gotta do it!" the boy growled deep in his throat.
Denise kept beating him off while he bucked his cock up and down in her fist. Her hand was dripping wet with his flowing lubricant. His big juicy cock made wet slurping sounds as it beat in and out of her warm fist. She loved the feeling of his cock jerking away inside her fist, loved the feeling as she had never loved a feeling before.
She wanted to bend over it and kiss the big hard thing, although she knew that she didn't dare act on her desires. She wanted to grab her boy friend's dick with both hands and beat him off while she sucked his dripping cockhead in and out of her mouth. She was torn between giving in to her deep desires and listening to her conscience, the conscience that told her that she didn't dare do such dirty things for a boy, not even Robert. She was about to disobey her conscience and her parents' moral teachings when something happened that shocked her back to her senses.
Robert didn't know what exactly made his hand run up under Denise's dress and clamp over the damp nest of her virgin cunt. His hand had shot up between the girl's trembling legs in a sudden involuntary movement that shocked Robert as much as it shocked Denise. The boy was so wildly turned on and she was so incredibly close to him that he couldn't resist feeling the hot secret place between her legs. A bit too roughly, Robert began pinching and squeezing her cunt through her panties, making the frightened girl writhe in her seat.
"Robert! Leave me alone! Don't!" the frightened girl gasped when she felt the boy's fingers moving roughly against the barely concealed lips of her steamy cunt.
It was just what she had longed to feel between her legs, Robert's warm and eager hand, but it was too much too soon. She clamped her legs together and took her hand off his naked jerking dick.
"What's the matter, Denise! What're you doin'? Keep jackin' me off! Keep movin' your hand! I'm gonna come in a minute! Keep beatin' me off!" Robert rasped, his cock as hot as a poker between his legs.
"No! Leave me alone! I... I'm not ready for this yet! I'm leaving, Robert! I can't let you do things like this to me! It's not right! It's not!" Denise cried, jumping up and running down the aisle.
"For crap's sake, Denise! You can't! Jesus
Christ! My dick's achin'! Come back! I won't even touch you! Swear to God!" the boy almost shouted, jumping up and following her down the aisle.
Robert almost pissed when he looked around him and realized that there were more people in the balcony than he had thought. When he realized that he was running down the aisle in front of all those people with a hard-on that stuck up through his gaping fly he thought his heart would stop beating. Still running after the girl he wanted so badly, Robert tried desperately to force his aching juice-slickened cock back into his tight pants. With his usual teenage awkwardness, the. boy suddenly found himself sailing through the air and landing on his face, having tripped over his own legs. The pain he felt when he landed on his arching hard-on made the thing soften sufficiently to tuck it back in his pants before he bounded toward the lobby.
"What's the matter, Robert?" he heard Hal Waters, a buddy of his, call from the shadows. "Denise runnih' out on ya? Want me to have a little man-to-boy talk with ya, kid? Looks like you could use some pointers on how to make it with the girls!" Hal laughed, his arm around Ellen Sanders.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" Robert shouted back.
When he reached the door of the theater and ran outside, Denise was nowhere in sight.
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While Robert was standing outside the lobby of the Rialto suffering with the ache of unfulfilled lust, Robert's lovely mother was drowning in a sea of dark sexual desires. She sat in the living room for a long time worrying about her departing young lover and the miserable existence she would lead when he left her. The more she considered the possibility of approaching young Marty as a replacement for David, the more delicious the possibility became. Before too long, Laura's cunt was wet with drew and dying for stimulation. She thought of dipping her fingers between her legs and playing with the steamy lips of her musky twat, but somehow masturbation didn't appeal to her now that she had tasted the joys of sex with young David. There was only one way to satisfy herself now.
By the time Laura had made her way to the foot of the stairs she had made up her horny mind. She had to approach her fourteen-year-old son, had to have his nice young cock for her depraved pleasure, had to possess him body and soul, had to feel the nervous eagerness of his young hands on her body. It would be even better than it had been with David. Marty was her own son, and the act she was about to commit was the ultimate in taboo depravity. She was about to plunge into an act of incest with her youngest son. Her mind swam with images of lusty sex as she stealthily climbed the stairs to her son's bedroom.
She somehow found it hard to believe that she was really standing on the brink of incest. Her heart raced as she stood outside Marty's closed door. She summoned up her courage and was about to open the door and confront him with her lewd suggestion when she heard a sound coming from his room. Something made her fall to her knees and peep through the keyhole. What she saw made her heart stop.
Fourteen-year-old Marty was sitting on the edge of his bed stark naked, his big young cock sticking straight up from his lap. He was masturbating with wild abandon, his fist flying up and down over his rigid dick. Laura almost fainted with passion. She had never seen Marty hard before. His cock was even more beautiful than she had imagined it in its erect state, a perfect copy of her late husband's cock. She found it hard to believe that she was actually in a position to watch her son play with himself. She remembered finding her panties wet with cum several weeks before. Perhaps Marty jacked off every day. Perhaps he was as horny as she was. Perhaps horniness ran in the family. The hot-assed woman was lightheaded with lust.
Laura reached between her legs and began scratching at the crotch of her panties, driving herself wild. Her fingers soon found their way beneath the waistband of the flimsy garment. Before long the lacy thing was down around her knees, her steaming cunt exposed. She wrigjled out of her panties and began rubbing the silky garment against the damp nest of her twat. Thrills shot through her cunt as she stimulated herself while watching her boy beat his stiff cock.
Laura noticed that her son was feeding his horny imagination by looking at what appeared to be dirty pictures in a magazine. The boy leafed through the magazine slowly, staring at the pages carefully while he beat his hand up and down the glistening shaft of his cock. The nasty thing her son was doing to himself would have shocked and disgusted Laura only weeks before. Now that she had plunged head first into the whirlpool of her own depraved lusts, however, she could accept anything and everything.
Laura couldn't let Marty waste his time masturbating when he could have real flesh-and-blood sex with her. She would give him a taste of real fucking, a taste that would surely stimulate his youthful appetite. When her eager cunt was dripping with hot honey, Laura gathered up her musky panties and stood up, throwing her son's door open and confronting the boy with the boldness of a bitch in heat.
Laura felt sorry for Marty when she saw his reaction to her sudden appearance. He went suddenly as stiff as a board and jumped out of bed, standing before her and staring wildly into , her glittering eyes. She watched his young cock snap up against his lean young belly and splatter juice all over him. She knew how wildly excited he was, knew that he would be unable to resist her, no matter how depraved her offer of sex.
"May I ask what you're doing, Marty dear?" she smiled down at her son.
"Oh Christ! Mom! Mom! I... I... oh shit!"
the boy gasped, swallowing hard.
Laura saw her son moving to pick up his pants.
When he bent down to pick them off the floor she moved toward him and put her hand on his naked shoulder.
"No, Marty! No! I want you the way you are!" the horny mother said, squeezing her son's bare shoulder.
"What? I... I'm... uh... naked!" the boy gasped, still struggling to pull on his pants.
"I want to see you naked, darling! Drop those pants, Marty! Do as your mother says!" she said firmly.
Marty did as he was told. He had no idea why she wanted to see him like that, but he did get the feeling that something wild was about to happen to him. He was so scared that his jism almost came shooting out of his cock all by itself. It was bad enough that she had caught him beating off, but now that she wanted to see him naked and hard it was too much for him to take.
"Come on, Mom, let me put my pants on!" the boy pleaded, trying to hide his swollen cock with his hands.
"Marty, I told you I want to look at you!" Laura smiled, reaching down and taking the boy's hands away from his arching hard-on. "There! That's more like it, darling!"
"Jeez, Mom! What're you doin'? You can't! I.... I'm .. .I'm stiff.. .you can't..." the boy gasped, his young face flushing with embarrassment.
"You certainly are stiff, Marty! Let me look at you! My goodness, Marty! Do you get this way often?" she smiled, filled with a strange enjoyment as she watched her fourteen-year-old boy squirming before her.
"Come on, Mom! Let me get my pants on!" the boy begged, his dick jerking hot and hard between his shaking legs.
"Don't be silly, darling! If you do things like that all the time you should expect to be caught in the act eventually! Sit down and we'll talk about it!" the horny woman said, pushing lier son backward.
"I... I don't wanna talk about it, Mom! Gosh, Mom! I... we ... we can't talk about that!" Marty gasped, falling on the edge of his bed.
"Of course we can talk about it!" Laura smiled, trying to keep her cool even under the influence of her growing heat. "We must talk about it! Let me look at you, darling!" she said,.staring at her son's wildly excited cock.
Marty still couldn't believe what was happening to him. It was like the crazy wet-dreams he had been having lately. His mother was standing beside his bed staring down between his legs at the biggest hard-on he had ever had. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was right there in his room! Droplets of lubricant dripped from the head of his throbbing cock as his excitement continued to grow under his mother's powerful influence. He had half-expected her to kill him when she had burst in on him. It was terrible to be caught doing such a dirty thing by a guy's mother. But she didn't seem to be turned off at all. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying everything, seemed to be getting a big kick out of looking at his rigid dick.
"Do you do this sort of thing often, darling?" Laura asked her son, looking straight into his frightened eyes and forcing him to answer her.
"Gosh, Mom! Don't ask me that! Don't, Mom!" the boy pleaded.
"Nonsense, Marty! Answer your mother! Do you ... play with your little hard-on often?" she asked, thrilling to the sound of her own voice as she confronted her hard-cocked young son. "Come to think of it, Marty, it's not a 'little' hard-on after all! Do you play with your big hard-on often?"
"Jesus, Mom, I don't play with it! Honest, Mom!" Marty gasped, unable to believe she was asking him such a personal question.
"You were playing with it when I came in, darling. In fact, Marty, you were playing with it before I came in! I watched you through the keyhole, Marty! Do you play with it often?" she asked with a sexy smile. "The truth now, Marty!" "Oh shit, Mom! I... I guess I play with it sometimes! I can't help it! It aches awful bad when it gets like that!" Marty whined.
"No wonder it gets like that, darling! Those dirty pictures are enough to make any boy's cock stand up!" Laura smiled, glancing down at the glossy magazine lying on her son's bed.
Marty sucked in his breath and tried desperately to hide the open magazine under his sheet when it dawned on him that his little secret was out. He almost tore the object of his masturbation fantasy in his haste.
"That's not necessary now, Marty," Laura sang, taking the book from the boy's hands and looking through it. "Where on earth did you get this little gem? Such pictures!"
"I... I... I found it, Mom! I was gonna throw it away! Honest! Let me put my pants on, Mom!"
the boy pleaded.
"I don't believe it, darling. I suppose one of your friends gave it to you. Maybe Robert gave it to you. I won't press the issue," she smiled, ignoring the boy's plea to let him put on his clothes. "I suppose this magazine is good for you in a way, dear."
"G-good for me?" Marty asked weakly. "Yes, son, good for you. You could learn a few things from a book like this. Too bad I can't give all the boys and girls in my classes at schoal one of these. Just look at these nasty pictures!" Laura smiled wickedly, turning the pages and sitting next to her naked fourteen-year-old on the edge of his bed.
Marty almost pissed when he felt his bed move. She was actually looking at that dirty magazine that Robert had given him, looking at it and seeming to enjoy the pictures she found in it. He could feel the soft material of his mother's dress against his naked legs as she snuggled next to him. He tried to move away from her but she put her arm around him and hugged him even closer. He was so scared and excited that he could hardly breathe. What was she doing to him? Didn't she know she was making his cock harder and harder by the second, making his balls ache? He tried to wriggle free of her loving grasp, not because he felt uncomfortable in her embrace but because it felt too good, too good to be right.
"Don't be afraid, Marty. I won't bite. At least I won't bite like she is!" she smiled wickedly, pointing to a picture in the magazine depicting an act of oral sex. "That does look like fun, doesn't it, Marty? See how that pretty woman is sucking that man's cock? Doesn't that make you hot, darling? Doesn't it just make your nuts ache?" she whispered intensely.
"Gosh, Mom! Don't! Please don't talk that way! You're___you're makin' me ... makin' me ..." the boy stumbled, writhing with uncontrollable excitement.
"Homy? Am I making you homy, Marty? I should think these pretty pictures would make you that way all by themselves! Just look at them, darling! Here's a picture of a pretty girl sucking a man's big hairy cock! And here's a picture of a girl having her pussy sucked! And here's a pictures of a girl riding a boy's prick like a pony!" Laura said wickedly, leafing through the magazine that she had placed on her son's leg.
Laura noticed that Marty was looking at the pictures she pointed to out of the corner of his eye.
"You know, Marty, you should learn all of these things if you're going to satisfy girls when you get a little older," the boy's pretty mother smiled sweetly.
"Sh-should I?" the boy asked in a dry voice.
"Of course, Marty. A boy like you should learn everything there is to know about fucking! Just look at that big juicy cock of yours, lover!" she said wickedly, pointing down between her son's lap at his hard-on.
"Mom, don't! Come on! That's awful embarrassing!" Marty pleaded.
"Don't be silly, Marty! I'm your mother after all! You don't need to be embarrassed with me! I've seen you naked before, haven't I?" she asked warmly, a trace of lust in her pretty voice.
"B-but... not like... like this!" Marty struggled, pointing nervously between his tense young legs.
"I've seen men with hard-ons before, darling! Your daddy for instance! You have a big cock just like him you know! You'll make all the girls happy someday, Marty! Have you tried anything with a girl yet, dear?" she asked, her eyes glittering.
"Tried anything? Jesus Christ, Mom! Don't!" the nervous boy gasped.
"Have you tried to fuck a girl yet, dear?" the hot-assed woman asked, staring at her son's rampant cock, a cock that showed no sign of diminishing.
"Gosh no, Mom!" Marty answered, turning away from his mind-boggling mother.
"Have you gotten a girl to suck it for you?" she asked, her lips wet.
"Uh-uh," the boy replied, wishing his mother would stop questioning him about such personal things.
"Have you persuaded a girl to play with your big beautiful dick yet, Marty?" she smiled, her cunt steaming with lust.
Marty shook his head weakly and looked down at his jerking dick. It jerked even more when his lovely mother reached down to his lap and wrapped her long soft fingers around it.
Laura thought her cunt would burst into flames when she summoned all her courage and grabbed fourteen-year-old Marty's throbbing, rock-hard cock. She thrilled to the sound of the gasp of shock mingled with intense sexual pleasure that escaped the boy's trembling lips. His cock felt hot in her hand, incredibly hot and hard. She felt the blood pounding through his cock, felt the bulging head of his young dick swelling more and more as she held him tightly in a loving grip. He was her son and she was holding his dick in her hand! She almost fainted with excitement.
"Don't be afraid, Marty. Don't be afraid," she sang softly, comfortingly. "I only want to make you feel good. Do you understand?"
"I... I guess..." the boy said in a barely audible voice.
"Your cock feels wonderful in my hand, Marty! It's so huge! It feels even bigger than it looks, darling! It fills my whole hand! You seem to have inherited your father's cock, darling! But yours is even harder, even harder than your father's! It must hurt terribly when it gets this big and hard! Let me make it feel better for you, Marty!" Laura breathed seductively, her hand motionless on her son's cock.
"How, Mom?" the boy gasped, hardly able to breathe, his excitement growing by the second.
"You know how, darling. I thought I might finish the job you started, Marty. It's the least I can do after interrupting you," she smiled.
"But, Mom! I... I wasn't doing anything! Honest!" the boy begged, his body stiff all over, stiff with fear and excitement.
"Of course you were, darling! You were jacking off in my bedroom the other day! Don't you remember that little incident? Of course you do!"
Laura smiled at her horny son when he looked down ashamedly. "You caught me... masturbating in my room. You were so excited that you had to jack off as soon as I left the room to find your pants. You shot your cum into my panties, Marty. What a thing to do! Shooting your spunk into your mother's panties!" she said wickedly, watching her embarrassed son squirm.
"I couldn't help it, Mom! I mean... gosh, Mom! I... I saw you ... doing ... doing ... that. I couldn't help it!" Marty pleaded.
"Yes, of course, darling! You saw me playing with my pussy and you got horny! Isn't that right, darling?" she asked.
Marty nodded weakly and looked into his mother's glittering eyes, eyes blazing with lust. The frightened and excited boy trembled when he felt her hand moving ever-so-slowly up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. He wished that she would stop doing that to him, and at the same time he wished she would never stop.
"You haven't been walking around the house naked since you caught me playing with my twat, darling. Isn't that because you get a hard-on every time you think about that evening, Marty?" she asked insistently.
"Uh-huh," Marty whispered. "Do I excite you, Marty? Do I make your dick get stiff? Do I make your nice young balls ache?" she smiled, squeezing her fourteen-year-old's cock. "Yeah, Mom! I can't help it! Every time I think about you doin' that in your room ..." the boy tried to explain.
"Don't be ashamed, darling! Your mother understands! You need an outlet for your sexual energies, Marty! It just so happens that I also need an outlet for mine. That's why I was diddling my cunt in my room that day. I've been without a man for a long time, you know. I haven't had a big hard dick to play with ever since your father died. You're so much like John in many ways," she said, a faraway look in her lovely eyes. "Let me do some of the things for you that I used to do for your daddy, Marty. Let me show you what fun sex can be."
"Gosh, Mom! I... I don't know ..." the boy stumbled. "It's not... not right... is it... ?"
"We mustn't tell anyone, Marty. A mother isn't supposed to teach her son these things. But we don't care about such minor details, do we, darling? I can tell by the hardness of your cock that you like the idea! Isn't that right?" Laura smiled, a look of unbridled lust on her lovely face.
"I... I guess it's all right... if you say so ... but... I... I'm kinda ... kinda ..." the boy rasped, his voice dry and tense.
"Afraid?" Laura asked softly, looking boldly into her son's glittering young eyes. "That's to be expected. I think you'll learn to love the things I can do for you, son! Just lie back and relax, Marty. Let your mother treat you to an orgasm you'll never forget!" Laura said, feeling wanton and bold beyond belief. "Lie on your back and let me play with your cock and balls, darling!"
"Are you sure it's all right, Mom?" Marty asked tensely, falling onto his back.
"Trust me, lover. I wouldn't hurt you for all the world, Son," she whispered.
When the fourteen-year-old boy fell onto his back, Laura fell to her knees at the edge of the bed and took her hand off the boy's arching hard-on. He held his nervous legs tightly together, as if to protect his balls from her explorations. Longing to look the boy over, she put her hands on his knees and spread his legs as far apart as she could. Laura's eyes widened when they feasted on the sight of her young son's smooth balls. They nestled between his legs soft and heavy, tempting her to take them in her warm hands. Unable to resist the temptation to fondle her son's swollen nuts, Laura reached between his widespread legs and grabbed his youthful balls.
Laura felt her son's body jerk when she took hold of his sensitive nuts. She kneaded the warm balls of heavy flesh for a while, knowing that she was giving her son the greatest pleasure imaginable. She watched his lean young body writhing in his bed as she stimulated him in a way no mother dared stimulate her son. When she thought the boy couldn't stand another second of her eager fondling without shooting his rocks off, Laura took her hands off his nuts and began stroking his smooth young legs, thrilling to the feel of his warm flesh.
"Did you like that, Marty? Did you like the way my hands felt on your balls?" Laura asked, feeling wild and lascivious.
Marty could only moan his positive reply. He had never felt anything as exciting in his young life. When his mother touched him there he almost shot off right into the air. He fought hard to keep his cum in his nuts. The things his mother was doing were nasty beyond belief. He was lightheaded with the dirtiness of it all. His own mother was playing with his cock and balls, offering him his first taste of fucking. He thought he would piss when he felt his bed move again.
"If you like that, Marty, I'm sure you'll like this even more!" she said, crawling into bed with her horny young son.
"Wh-what're you doin\ Mom?" the boy asked excitedly.
"I'm going to do something for you that most boys don't have done for them at your age, darling! I'm going to suck your prick! Doesn't that make your cock jerk, lover?" she hissed, positioning herself on her knees over her son's midsection.
"Oh God, Mom! Are ..... are you really gonna do that?" Marty gasped. "I... I mean ... gosh, Mom ... you're my... my mother!"
"If it feels good, Marty," she smiled, bending down over her son's throbbing hard-on. "Brace yourself!" she said as she poised her lips an inch or two away from the head of his dick.
Laura closed her eyes and pressed her sweet lips against the dripping head of her son's rampant cock. She felt the boy's young rod swell to even greater proportions when her lips touched his sensitive cockhead. She grasped his jerking cock with two fingers at the base and held it straight up from his crotch. Abandoning herself to the urgings of her lust, Laura opened her lovely mouth and took her teenage son's dripping cockhead into it. She felt her son's body go stiff. His legs started flailing.
"Oh God! Mom! Mom!" the boy groaned.
"I told you to brace yourself! You're really going to enjoy this! I haven't even started yet!" Laura said, removing her mouth from the boy's dick only long enough to reassure him of the pleasures yet to come. "Your cock is delicious, Marty! It tastes as good as your father's! I really must have more!" she said, licking her lips and plunging down on Marty's dick with a passion.
Laura was beside herself with lust now. Her pussy flowed with cunt honey. Her belly trembled. Her legs shivered beneath her dress. She was slightly dizzy with excitement, dizzy with the sense of ultimate lewdness at the_ wild things she was doing to her fourteen-year-old son. She licked and sucked at the swollen head of Marty's cock, running her tongue around the underside of his bulging cockhead, running it up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. She took his prick deep into her throat, deeper and deeper until she could feel his dark pubic hair against her lips.
Laura felt her son arching his back, raising himself off the bed, forcing his stiff cock into her sucking face. She grabbed his cum-filled balls once again and kneaded them in her warm hands, squeezing them together and making his hard young body jerk with each eager squeeze. The more she sucked the boy's dripping dick the more he responded to her stimulation. He began bucking his ass lightly, driving his prick in and out of his mother's face, slowly at first but with ever-increasing speed and urgency.
Marty didn't know whether he should do anything himself or not. He felt the urge to make his cock go in and out of her mouth, and he started doing it almost unconsciously. When he realized that she wasn't objecting to the in-and-out motion of his big hard-on, he began bucking his ass harder and harder, face-fucking his hot-assed mother with a passion.
The sensations that ran through Marty's young nuts were incredibly affecting. He felt shocks running from the head of his big hard cock all the way to his nuts, felt tinglings in the swollen head of the organ, tinglings that drove him mad with excitement. Almost as wildly exciting as the sensations in his body was the feeling of nastiness that his mother's act engendered in him. It was like the feeling he got when he stole some small item from a department store, only far more exciting. He trembled all over. His throat went dry. His mind swam with a crazy-wild mixture of fear and lust.
Laura felt her son warming to her, felt his body getting used to the maddening sensations she inspired in him. She felt his fear decreasing, felt his young lust increasing the more she worked on his throbbing cock. She began bobbing her head up and down over his youthful prick, matching the bucking movements of his ass. She felt his satiny cockhead banging hard and fast against the back of her throat, almost making her choke with each thrust. She worked her throat against the impaled shaft of his prick, squeezing it inside her, milking what seemed like gallons of salty lubricant out of it. Her sucking throat was soon slippery with the boy's juices. His cock made slurping sounds as it banged in and out of her face.
"Oh, Mom! Mom! Keep doin' that to me! Oh God! I... I can't help it, Mom! I gotta do it! I gotta squirt! Should I shoot it in your mouth?" the wildly excited boy gasped, feeling his balls tensing just before the explosion that he knew was about to rack his frame.
"Are you ready to come, Marty?" she asked when she had pulled her face off her son's dripping cock.
"Oh yeah, Mom! I can't hold it back!"hegasped, his nuts ready to blow up and squirt their cum into the air, or into his mother's mouth.
"Close your eyes, darling! Close your eyes and try to keep calm for a minute! I want you to save your cum for later! I haven't started with you yet, little lover! Close your eyes and I'll show you what sucking is all about!" Marty's hot-assed mother hissed.
Marty managed somehow to keep his cum in his balls, but only with the greatest difficulty. He knew that his cock would shoot off if his mother so much as touched it. He felt the bed move and realized that she was getting up. Was she leaving? Would she do that to him? Would she leave him lying there and aching something awful deep in his balls?
When Marty felt the bed move again and opened his eyes he saw a sight that made his heart skip a beat. His mother was naked! She was kneeling beside him on his bed without a stitch of clothing. He didn't dare look at her at first. He turned his head and tried to drive her from his mind. She was incredibly beautiful, far more beautiful than the woman in his dirty magazine, far more beautiful than the women in his wet dreams.
Marty's head swam with confusing questions of right and wrong. He still couldn't believe that his own mother would do such nasty things to him. He might have jumped out of bed and tried to escape her if his cock and balls were not aching and tingling so badly, longing for stimulation and release. He had to get his rocks off, no matter how wrong it all was, no matter what the consequences might be.
"Poor boy, poor boy," Laura soothed. "I suppose this is a terrible shock for you, isn't it, darling?"
"Yeah! I don't know ... what to do ..." the boy struggled, still unable to face his naked mother.
"Do whatever feels comfortable, darling! Anything you and I do together is all right as long as no one else finds out about it. And no one needs to find out about it! Don't you see how safe it is, lover? This is our home after all, Marty. And you're my son. Who would suspect that we love to fuck each other?" the hot-assed mother said reassuringly. "You do like what I've been doing to you, don't you?"
"Gosh yeah! It... it feels great!" Marty admitted, turning to face her again, the glimmer of young lust in his eyes.
"Do you like my body, Marty?" she smiled, lifting her tits and offering herself for her fourteen-year-old boy's inspection.
Marty could hardly speak, could hardly put his lust into words. He muttered something that was almost inaudible in reply to her. He could tell that she was staring at his jerking dick. It suddenly dawned on the boy that she was as hot and homy as he was. She had to be feeling something between her legs just as he was, had to be burning up inside. He knew just how right his sudden realization was when his lovely mother swung her long legs over his tense young body and straddled him, her full womanly ass facing him, her back bent, her face over his cock and balls.
"Do you like my pussy, Marty. Few boys your age get the opportunity to examine their mothers' pussies. Do you like what you see?" she asked, reaching behind her and spreading the cheeks of her pretty ass.
Laura knew that the boy had a full and unavoidable view of her dripping snatch. She knew that he could see the pink inner flesh of her pussy as her pouting cuntlips hung open. She felt lascivious beyond belief, lascivious and willing to do anything and everything to satisfy her depraved inner urges. She longed to feel his hands on the gaping lips of her cunt, longed to feel him touching her where no boy dared to touch his mother. "Would you like to feel me, Marty?" she asked after he had had a chance to look into her cunt for a while. "Would you like to feel your mother's cunt?"
She heard the boy make a deep guttural sound and moved backward just a bit, moved backward and crouched over his face until her wet musky cunt was only one or two inches away from the boy's eager lips. She kept her hungry eye on the boy's hard-on, watching it bob and jerk wildly between his legs.
Marty had never seen anything so exciting in his life. He had always wanted to see a woman's cunt up close. And now he was seeing a cunt up close, closer than he had ever dreamed of seeing one. It would have been exciting enough to see any woman's pussy, but he was seeing his mother's pussy and the excitement was almost too much for him to bear.
The scent of his mother's wet cunt was driving him wild, driving him wilder and wilder the closer she moved toward him. He wanted to reach out and feel the secret part of her that she was so wantonly offering him, wanted to see if her pussy was as soft and smooth as it looked. He heard her asking him if he wanted to feel her there but couldn't believe his ears.
"Touch my cunt, Marty! I want you to feel my cunt! I want it! Touch me! Don't be afraid!" she hissed, going wild inside.
The boy reached out his hand and let it fall on his mother's upper leg, let it move slowly but steadily up along the back of her leg until his fingers were only an inch or two from her freely offered cunt.
Laura thought her heart would stop beating when she felt her son's fingers touching her pussy. Her cunt tingled, twitched, trembled with lust. She felt rivers running inside her, felt the fluids of her lust flowing in the heat of her cunt-melting passion.
She couldn't stifle a weak little cry of delight when she felt her son's fingers on the tuft of hair that showed between her legs. She cried softly again when his trembling fingers touched the hanging lips of her sweet cunt, making the resilient flesh of her pussy lips jiggle slightly. Her naked twat was alive with sensation as she presented it to her horny young boy. She had to feel his young lips against the lips of her cunt, had to feel her son kissing and licking the wet lips of her pussy. There would be plenty of time for exploration later. She needed an orgasm now and needed it desperately.
"Kiss me there, Marty! Kiss my cunt!" Laura hissed, her twat on fire with uncontrollable lust.
"K-kiss you ... kiss you there?" Marty gasped. "Are you sure you want me to?"
"I want it more than anything in the world! Kiss my cunt! Now, Marty! Make my cunt tingle!" she breathed seductively, lowering her gaping cunt over her son's handsome young face.
Marty couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had dreamed of being close to a woman's cunt, had even dreamed of kissing a woman between her legs. He had even seen pictures of guys doing that to women in his dirty magazine. But he had never really thought that he would ever get to do that, and certainly not with his own mother. But it was real, real and inescapable. She was actually asking, almost begging him to suck her cunt just the way the guys in the magazine sucked their women's cunts. He didn't know whether he could do it right, but he was more than willing to give it a try.
Laura seethed inside when the jiggling lips of her cunt came into contact with her son's face. She felt his warm tender lips touch the lips of her wet twat and trembled from head to toe. It was even more beautiful than she had imagined it would be, even more exciting, even more sexually stimulating. Her fourteen-year-old son was actually pressing his eager lips against her musky cunt, lips that had only kissed her lightly on the cheeks before, lips that had never touched a woman's twat before.
Marty was overcome by the delicious scent and taste of his mother's cunt. The tongue-tingling taste of her pussy drove him wild. He puckered his lips and kissed the pressing flesh of her cunt as she lowered it against his face.
"Stick out your tongue and lick my cunt, Marty! Lick it all around! Make me hot and wild, darling! Lick me!" Laura hissed, beginning to move her twat against her son's face.
Marty complied eagerly with his mother's suggestion, sticking out his tongue and flicking it blindly all over the sensitive flesh of her gaping cunt. He ran his nervous but eager tongue over the ragged lips of her twat, feeling the heat of her cunt against his exploring tongue. He felt his mother moving her twat against his face, grinding her sex-flesh against his lips and chin.
"Stick your tongue right up my cunt, Son! Stick your tongue up your mother's pussy! Fuck me with your tongue, Marty! Use it like a big hard dick in my cunt! Don't be afraid! I want your tongue between the lips of my pussy!" she hissed, grinding her wet snatch against her son's handsome young face.
When Laura felt her son's tongue slipping in between her seething cuntlips, she began gyrating her pelvis with a passion. Marty's tongue felt like a thousand fingers working away inside her sucking twat. She heard the wet sucking sounds her son's mouth made as he sucked her free-flowing cunt juice. She felt the boy's nose against her gash, felt his smooth cheeks against the sides of her satiny inner legs. She clamped her luscious legs against the boy's face and almost suffocated him with her musky cunt, grinding her pussy against him until she heard him gasping for breath.
"Brace yourself, darling! I'm going to suck your dick while you're sucking my cunt, Marty! Doesn't that sound delicious? We're both going to come at the same time, lover! I want you to shoot your jism right down my throat! Do you like that idea, Son?" she hissed at her fourteen-year-old boy.
"You really mean it, Mom? Right down your throat?" Marty asked, amazed.
"Gallons of it, Marty! Gallons of thick rich cum right down my throat! Don't be afraid, darling! Shoot it whenever you feel like it!" she sang seductively, lowering her head closer and closer to her boy's aching staff.
Laura stared at the juice-covered shaft of her son's stiff dick for a moment or two, thrilling to the hardness of it, thrilling to the incredible length and thickness of the young tool, thrilling to the purplish color of the slippery head of it. She had to have it, had to have her son's cock throbbing away in her face, had to suck the cum out of his balls, had to feel his body go stiff as his nuts exploded into her mouth. She was dying for a raging climax, dying to feel the flash of her orgasm. She felt her son's tongue still buried in her snatch, buried there but motionless as she poised her lips over the bulging shaft of his cock.
"Now!" she cried. "Lick and suck me! Make me come! Quickly!"
Laura plunged down onto her son's rigid cock and sucked the thing deep into her throat. She began bobbing up and down on it almost immediately, driving the boy mad with excitement. She knew he couldn't possibly hold back his ball-busting orgasm now even if he wanted to. She felt his tongue working inside her seething cunt, felt the muscles of her pussy working against the boy's impaled tongue as if it were a dick inside her. She knew she was about to flash off in the most ecstatic orgasm of her life, an orgasm inspired by her own young son.
"Suck me, Marty! Lick my clit! Harder! Harder, darling! Lick the cunt juice right out of me! Make me flash! Oh God! God! It's so wonderful! My own son licking my cunt! I love it! I love you, Marty! Oh Jesus! It's so beautiful! Your tongue is so good in my cunt!" she cried. "Do you like the taste of my cunt, Marty?"
"Yeah, Mom! It's real great!" Marty gurgled as he continued to eat his mother out.
Laura swallowed her son's dick again and began bobbing, sucking and licking all at once, bringing him closer and closer to a nut-busting orgasm. When she felt his cock stiffen suddenly and snap up against the roof of her sucking mouth, the hot-assed mother held her breath and closed her lovely eyes, preparing herself for the throatful of cum that she knew would soon pour into her. At just the moment she felt her son's hard-on tensing for his ejaculation, she felt her own pussy-racking orgasm beginning to surge through her cunt.
Laura moaned deep down inside when she felt her cunt flash off wildly, more wildly than ever before. She thought she would never stop flashing with sexual lightning, lightning that melted her cunt and made her groan with pleasure. She clamped her legs around her son's face and held him fast in a loving grip, held his face tightly against her flashing cunt.
Marty was one knot of tension now, his legs tense all the way to his young nuts. When he felt his balls blowing up between his legs he arched his back off the bed and jammed his rigid cock right down his mother's throat as far as it would go. He knew exactly what was about to happen to him and he hoped his mother really wanted what she was about to get. When he felt the charge of sexual electricity flashing hotly deep in his balls he gasped with pleasure. When he felt his jism blasting hard and fast through the stiff pipe of his cock, the boy cried out loud, gasping and grunting with a passion to match that of his hot-assed mother.
Laura felt her throat contracting in an effort to swallow the hot cum that her horny fourteen-year-old son shot into her sucking face. Blast after hot blast of thick jism shot against the back of her throat, threatening to strangle the woman with its volume. The taste of Marty's virgin cum thrilled her deep down inside, and the taste made her hunger for more of the same, made her realize that she would never be satisfied with anything less exciting than her own young son, made her realize that from that moment on she would have to satisfy her hunger for her son's cock, no matter how depraved her lust.
The not-assed mother sucked Marty's copious cum deep into her throat, enjoying each hot hard blast more than the last. She sucked her boy's cock hard and fast until it began to soften a bit in her mouth. She sucked until the last drop of his cum had left his swollen balls. She heard the boy whimpering softly, felt his young body softening beneath her. She too felt her body relax suddenly, drained of energy for a time. She fell on her son, planting wet kisses on his legs, panting softly, luxuriating in the incredibly satisfying peace that came over her after her wild flashing climax. She knew that young Marty was feeling much the same sense of peace and calm after his ball-racking orgasm.
The mother and the son shared the bliss of their shared orgasm, shared it in perfect harmony. Marty kissed his mother's dripping cunt, kissed her private place lovingly, as if in an effort to repay her for the wild feeling she had given him. Their hands played lightly over each other's bodies, caressing each other gently in the quiet rest of their post-orgasmic state.
Laura kissed the half-hard length of her son's dick, tasted the tiny droplet of cum that oozed from his cockhead when she ran her thumb up the length of his young prick. She caressed the boy's big prick, unable to resist comparing his cock to that of his father's. She shivered inside when she considered the fact that John's cock had shot into her face just the way his son's had, shivered when she remembered kissing John's cock after a wild fuck with the same love and dedication.
But Laura's sense of peace and tranquility was cruelly shattered when she opened her lovely eyes and saw Robert standing in the doorway.
Chapter Five
Laura almost screamed when she saw her fifteen-year-old son standing there watching the goings-on on his brother's bed. She felt her scream building within her, felt it ready to escape her lips, felt the terror and shame that was about to overcome her. And then something happened inside her, something that saved her from the horror of her sudden discovery.
She looked down at Robert's crotch and saw a bulge extending down his leg that indicated his state of excitement. Laura suddenly realized that she had nothing to fear from Robert, even if he had discovered his brother in a sex act with her.
Laura sucked in her breath hard enough to alert Marty to the fact that something was wrong. When the boy looked up over his mother's back and saw his brother standing there with a look of shock and amazement on his face, the boy scrambled out of bed and tried desperately to put his clothes on as if nothing had happened.
Laura was suddenly overcome with lust for Robert. The dumbfounded look on his face melted her heart. It was the greatest shock of his young life, she knew. She knew that he had been watching her suck the last drops of cum from his younger brother's cock, knew that he had seen Marty's head moving up between his mother's crouching legs as he licked her cunt., Laura didn't know exactly how long Robert had been standing in the doorway, but she knew that he had been standing there more than long enough to know what was going on. The big bulge of his young cock betrayed the excitement that the scene had inspired in the boy.
The horny woman felt her twat warming, warming with lust for her handsome young son. After indulging in such delicious pleasures of the flesh with David and Marty, Laura couldn't resist the temptation to draw Robert into her web of seduction. When she considered what wild fun she and the boys could have together, her mind was quickly made up. She had to have Robert just as she had to have Marty. She had to fuck and suck both her young sons, had to teach them everything she knew about fucking and sucking, had to treat both boys to the depraved pleasures of incestuous sex.
"Don't bother to put your clothes on, Marty darling. I think Robert is big enough to understand what we've been doing together. No need to hide yourself, Marty," Laura smiled, sitting on the edge of Marty's bed and spreading her long legs so that Robert could see the creamy gash of her cunt.
"Jesus Christ, Mom! What... what is this? I... I don't get it!" Robert rasped, blinking his eyes rapidly as if blinded by the sight of her blazing cunt.
"You don't get it, Robert?" she sang. "Didn't you see me sucking Marty's prick? Didn't you see him licking my twat?"
"But, Mom! You ... you - couldn't have been doin' that! You couldnt!" the boy cried, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oh but I was, darling! And I was enjoying every delicious minute of it! Marty was enjoying it too! Weren't you, Marty dear?" she smiled, turning to her son.
Marty had stopped trying to get into his clothes. His pants were down around his ankles, his shirt half on and half off his back. He turned toward his mother and dropped his arms to his sides. His big thick cock was already starting to rise again in the heat of the depraved situation. The boy felt like trying to hide his swelling cock with his hands but somehow knew that his mother wouldn't approve of any show of embarrassment or shame on his part. He let his growing cock rise to attention and jerk out in front of him.
"There, Robert! Marty seems to be ready for more of the same! Just look at that cock! Doesn't your brother have a big thick dick, darling?" she breathed seductively, beckoning for Marty to come to her.
The fourteen-year-old boy tried to walk toward his mother without kicking his pants away from his ankles. When he almost fell on his face, Laura laughed and told him to throw away his pants and shirt. He obeyed and stood before her with a sheepish look on his face.
"Marty isn't at all embarrassed, Robert! He just loves having his cock licked and sucked by his mother! Such a delicious piece of meat, Robert!" she said, grasping the fourteen-year-old's rock-hard cock and rubbing her thumb over the shiny head of it, making the boy jump with sensation.
Marty was still too embarrassed to look at his brother. His eyes were riveted on the bulging head of his own cock and the soft thumb that ran over it mercilessly, sending shocks of pleasure deep into his nuts.
"Marty has a huge cock for a boy his age, Robert. And so sensitive! Is yours as big as your brother's? Does it get hard as quickly? Does it jerk and throb when someone touches it?" she asked wantonly, staring now at the bulge of Robert's growing cock.
Laura looked up and saw Robert swallowing nervously as he watched her playing with his kid brother's jerking dick. She had to capture her son now while he was too confused and excited to resist her. She knew he would learn to love the joys of fucking once he got used to it all.
"Come closer, Robert!" the horny mother cooed. "Let me feel your cock too!"
"But Mom. . . I.. . I... can't..." the boy struggled, his cock throbbing in his pants.
"Of course you can, Robert! You're a big boy now! And I'm certainly a big girl!" she smiled, reaching down between her spread legs and opening the lips of her steaming cunt.
"But... but you're my mother! Jesus Christ! A guy can't do stuff like that with his mother!" Robert gasped, feeling his legs moving in spite of his fears, feeling himself moving toward his mother, drawn toward her like a moth to a flame. "You can do anything you wish in this house, darling! As of tonight there are no rules here! As of tonight the Watson family fucks and sucks with no silly pretenses! Let it all hang out as you young people say! Let's fuck and suck each other until we drop!" Laura said lewdly, her lips wet and wild, her eyes glittering with depraved lust. "Now come here, Robert, and let me see how big that delicious dick is!"
When her fifteen-year-old boy stood only a foot away from her, Laura pulled Marty closer to her and reached out her free hand to touch the bulge of Robert's hard-on. She trembled inside when she laid her warm hand on the hot bulge of her older son's cock, but it was not fear this time that made her tremble so. She trembled with pure lust, lust that drove her wild inside.
"My God, Robert! You're Huge! Huge! I've never felt such a big cock! I think it's even bigger than your father's!" she hissed, exaggerating just a bit for the sake of her young son's masculine pride. "I didn't know a boy's cock could get so huge! It's a dick to be proud of, Robert!"
"Is it... I mean ... really? Is it that big?" Robert said, feeling surges of excitement deep in his cock and balls.
Robert had never heard a woman talk so sexily. The sound of her voice and the dirtiness of the things she said made him lightheaded with excitement. The warmth of his mother's hand on his cock was like nothing he had ever experienced. Her hand on his cock felt even better than Denise's hand had felt there, and his mother put it there with a passion that was much hotter than Denise's. His dick had been hard all night, his nuts tense from his unfulfilled passion. When he felt his mother's hand on the bulge of his rod his cock seemed to swell to proportions he had never thought possible. It was as if someone had grabbed his nuts and squeezed as hard as they could, his sensations were so intense.
"You don't know how horny this makes me, boys! I'm playing with my two sons' cocks at the same time, and they're both hard! Let me see yours, Robert! I really have to see it! Unzip your pants and let me take it out for you!" the hot-assed mother said, tossing her head and making her long silken hair fall in a shimmering cascade down her naked back.
"You really want me to?" Robert asked weakly.
"More than anything in the world! I must see it!" she hissed.
Robert did as he was told, unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt. Laura let go of Marty's dick just long enough to reach up and spread Robert's fly. She stared into his pants at the nest of dark hair on his naked groin, stared at the root of his dick as it disappeared down the tight leg of his pants. She reached with eager hands into his pants and grasped the base of his blood-engorged prick, tugging on it until she knew the boy felt some discomfort.
"My goodness, Robert! It's much too hard! You'll have to take your pants down!" Laura smiled, feeling the swollen length of her son's cock jerking in her fingers.
Robert shakily obeyed his mother's command, unsnapping his already partially open pants and pushing them down his strong young legs, exposing more and more of his firm athletic body by the second. With some difficulty the boy managed to push his pants down past the unyielding shaft of his cock. When his.pantleg pulled free of his rock-hard cock, the thing snapped up against his stomach, wetting his shirt with juice.
"Jesus, Robert! You must have been horny for a long lime! Just look at that! Your cock is positively wet with juice! What on earth were you doing at the show with Denise?" the horny woman gasped in mock surprise.
"Doing? Well... uh ... gosh ... don't make me tell you that," Robert rasped, his body jerking when his mother grabbed the pole of his cock and squeezed it in a firm and loving grip.
"You really must tell me, lover! What were you and dear little Denise doing tonight? Don't be afraid, Robert! You have nothing to be ashamed of any more, Son! We can tell each other everything! No secrets!" Laura smiled.
The lovely mother grabbed both of her sons' cocks and held them close to her, looking back and forth into their eyes, driving both boys wild with the power of her seductiveness.
"Well... we ... uh ... I... I kinda asked Denise if she'd .. . well... if she'd play with .. . with . . . my . .. uh . .. my ..." the boy struggled.
"With your cock?" Laura put in, tasting the word on her wet lips.
"Uh . .. yeah ..." the boy rasped, his balls on fire with excitement.
"And did she do it for you?" the boy's beautiful mother asked wantonly.
"Well.. . uh ... yeah ... for a while ..." Robert said softly.
"Why only for a while, lover?" Laura asked wickedly, running her thumb up and down the underside of her son's hard cock.
"Well. . . I.. . I guess I kinda turned her off..." Robert whispered.
"How could you possibly do a thing like that? You're much too handsome and horny to turn a girl off, Robert! What on earth did you do to the poor little thing?" Laura smiled.
"I... I tried to touch her ... touch her ..." the boy stumbled, unable to say the nasty word in front of his mother.
"You tried to touch her cunt!" Laura laughed. "You tried to touch her cunt and she was afraid!"
"Yeah, Mom! I didn't hurt her or anything! Honest!" Robert pleaded.
"Of course not, darling! The silly little bitch! She should have begged you to touch her twat! Nothing feels better than that for a girl! I wonder what she was afraid of! I'm certainly not afraid!
Would you like to touch my cunt, darling?" she smiled seductively.
"But... you're my mom! I can't do that!" the boy begged.
"You want to, don't you, darling?" she asked, looking into the boy's glittering eyes. "Tell your mother the truth now!"
"Well.... yeah ... I want to! But... I... can't do that to my own mother!" the nervous kid gasped, still unable to believe that she was offering to let him touch her cunt.
"Of course you can! You can because I say you can! Marty did it! Didn't you, Marty darling?" she said, turning to her fourteen-year-old.
"Yeah, Robert, I did it! She doesn't care! I... I mean ... she likes it... " Marty said, his voice dry, his young cum-filled balls churning between his tense legs.
"See, Robert! If your little brother can touch me there I think you can!" she whispered. "Come now, Robert! Get on your knees and examine my snatch!" she hissed, falling on her back and letting her long legs hang over the edge of the bed. "Marty, darling, you can play with yourself while Robert has his first look at his mother's cunt! But don't shoot your delicious rocks off! I'm saving your lovely cum for later!"
Laura crooked her little finger and beckoned her fifteen-year-old boy toward her. She reached between her spread legs and opened herself for the boy, obscenely spreading the wet lips of her cunt, inviting him to stare into the hot wet-hole that she longed to have filled with Robert's big thick prick. She had always dreamed of having Robert's huge cock plunging in and out of her sucking twat, and now he was within reach.
Robert stumbled aver to his mother, shuffling his feet, his pants down around his ankles, wearing nothing but his shirt and shoes. He fell to his knees before her and stared wide-eyed between her spread legs. He had never seen anything so wildly exciting, Her gaping cunt seemed to glow hot-pink with heat. The fragrant dew of her pussy glistened on the rubbery lips. The boy could see far up into the dark channel of her hole, could see the wet flesh of his mother's most secret place. He watched his horny mother moving the lips of her seething pussy, rubbing her cuntlips together and making herself wetter and wetter between the legs by the second. He knew she was as excited as he was, but he stall didn't know exactly what she wanted.
"Lay your hand on my cunt, Robert! I want to feel my son's hand on my twat! Quickly! I need you!" the hot-assed woman hissed, going wild inside.
Laura cried out loud when she felt the boy's hand fall flat against the open gash of her steaming cunt. The thrill shot through her like lightning. She felt her belly coming alive with the sensations of lust. She began moving her hips slightly, moving her wet naked cunt against the palm of Robert's trembling hand. She felt his fingers against the hot little bud of her tingling clit, felt his palm pressing between fee open lips of her cunt, felt the warmth of his hand spreading through her sensitive flesh.
"Oh God! Robert! You don't know how good that makes me feel! Do you like feeling my cunt?" she said, raising herself off the bed and looking down at her kneeling son.
Laura could tell by the wild-eyed look her son gave her in reply that he was as excited as she was about his manual explorations. She watched intently as the boy began pinching gently at the ragged lips of her wet cunt, tugging at them, stroking them, looking up at her face every time he did something new to her, looking for approval in her eyes.
"Am I... am I doing it right?" Robert asked huskily, his cock jerking against the edge of the mattress.
"Oh God yes, Robert! It makes me feel wonderful inside! My cunt is so hot and tingly! Jesus! You're doing beautifully, so beautifully! You're so bold, Robert, much bolder than I thought you'd be! Denise must have left you awfully homy tonight, darling!" Laura smiled wantonly. "You won't find me leaving you with a hard-on, Son! When I'm through with you tonight you won't have a drop of jism left in those big beautiful nuts of yours!"
Laura saw the awed look on her son's face and couldn't resist reaching down and cradling Robert's head in her hands, pulling him down toward the creamy gash of her twat, forcing his face against her delicious wet cunt. She heard the boy suck in his breath when his face touched her hot wet sex-flesh.
"Lick me, Robert!" the boy's lovely mother hissed.
Laura looked over at Marty, whose hard cock was jerking wildly between his legs. The boy was watching his brother getting his first taste of his mother's cunt. The fourteen-year-old boy couldn't fight off the wicked ideas that flooded his consciousness, and Laura could tell easily enough that he was having sexy ideas. She suspected that tiie boy wished he could be tasting her cunt too, wished that his face could be buried with his brother's between her spread and inviting legs.
"Do you see my clitoris, darling?" Laura asked calmly. "There, darling, right there," she said, reaching between her legs and pressing against the bright-pink bud of her swollen clit. "Lick that place, lover! Lick it hard and fast! Pinch it with your teeth too! Very gently! Oh God! Robert! Robert, darling! It's wonderful! Suck my clit! Lick me! Lick my cunt!" the wildly excited mother cried out in the heat of her lust.
The taste and scent of his mother's musky wet cunt intoxicated Robert, as did the cries of lust that escaped her lovely lips. He lapped greedily at the wet flesh of her open pussy, licking up her cunt juice, sucking the turgid little finger of flesh she had pointed out for him, sneaking his tongue between the lips of her trembling cunt. His mother's cunt was the most delicious feast of his life.
Laura wrapped her long silken legs around her son's neck and held him tightly against her cunt. She wanted desperately to take his cock inside her, to have him throbbing away between her legs. She had to have his hot young cock buried between her legs, had to have it arching inside her against the silken walls of her inner cunt.
"Would you like to stick your cock up my cunt, Robert?" she hissed, losing all control.
"Oh Jesus, Mom! You don't mean it do you? I... oh shit, Mom!" Robert nearly bawled, staring into her lusty eyes.
"Fuck me, son! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck your mother! I want it! I need it so!" Laura said, letting her son's head free of her grip and sliding backward on the bed.
The hot-assed woman took Marty's pillow and put it under her naked ass. -She arched her back slightly and thrust out her sweet twat. Reaching out her loving arms, she beckoned the boy toward her, offering herself to him with wild abandon.
"Take off your shirt and shoes, Robert! I want you naked! I want you naked against me! I want to feel you all over me, lover!" the wild-assed woman hissed, her cunt seething between her spread legs.
Robert quickly scrambled out of his clothes and tossed them behind him, jumping into bed with his mother, his hard-on arching out in front of him, aching like hell.
"Oh yes, lover! Put it between my legs! Put it right in my cunt! I don't care if you are my own son! I want you up my cunt! I want you right now, darling! Fill me up with your hard meat!" Laura cried.
Hot-assed Laura cried out when she felt her son's throbbing cock pressing hot and hard against the opening of her cunt. Instinctively, the boy began bucking his ass hard and fast, jabbing his cock blindly against his mother. She felt the head of his wet cock poking against her inner legs, hitting the seething target of her cunt once in a while but failing to force its way into her.
"Easy, lover, easy!" Laura cautioned.
She reached between the boy's legs and grasped his cock, holding it firmly to keep it from jerking out of her hand. When the boy had quieted his bucking pace somewhat, Laura guided his hard tool between her legs and pressed the dripping head of it against her wet cunt. She felt the thing slowly entering her tight cunt, moving inside her more and more by the second until the whole hard head of it had entered her sucking gash.
"Now, Robert! Now! Buck your ass and drive it into me!" she cried at the top of her voice.
Laura screamed when the boy did exactly as he was told and rammed his cock into his mother in one mighty thrust. Laura felt her cunt being suddenly, almost too suddenly, filled with hard jerking dick. Robert's cock was considerably longer and thicker than David's, the only piece of male meat she had had in her twat in two years. She was stretched almost painfully. She felt considerable discomfort for a few moments, until she got used to the swelling of the boy's dick inside her. When she did get .used to it, however, she began thrilling to the stretching feeling inside her tingling cunt.
"Did ... did I hurt you?" Robert asked weakly, his nuts tense beyond belief.
"I loved it! Start moving it inside me, Robert! Slowly at first! In and out, lover! Oh yes! Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck your mother, lover! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Laura cried out.
Young Robert had never felt anything as soft and hot as his mother's cunt. Her pussy seemed to suck at his cock, seemed to hold it tightly inside her, seemed to work against the sensitive skin of his cock like a warm wet hand, squeezing and sucking the cum right out of him.
"Hard! Fuck me hard! Move it in a circle now, Robert! Grind it against the walls of my twat! Oh yes! That's right, lover! It's so wonderful? It's like a big hard corkscrew inside me, lover!" Laura cried, her cunt alive with sensation.
Robert ground his pelvis against his mother's cunt, feeling her pubic hair rubbing against his, feeling the spread lips of her pussy against the base of his cock as he moved against her. He didn't know how much longer he could keep his cock moving without squirting a load of cum into her. Did he dare to shoot inside his mother's wet sucking cunt? Would she hate him if he shot the messy stuff inside her belly?
"Mom ... Mom ... I... I think I'm gonna do it in your ... in your cunt!" Robert gasped, feeling his balls tensing.
"Stop, darling! Stop quickly! Not yet! Don't come in me yet! I couldn't bear to feel your cock pulling out of me yet! Save it in your balls!" Laura moaned, relaxing her cunt's hold on her son's cock.
"Okay, Mom! I'll try .. .but I don't know if I can hold it in much longer!" Robert rasped.
"I have a delicious idea, Robert! Why don't you take your cock out of my cunt and watch me suck your brother's dick? Doesn't that just make your cock pound, Robert darling?" Laura asked with a wicked smile.
Marty's fourteen-year-old cock snapped up against his lean belly just at the suggestion of such a ball-busting thing. Did she really mean it? Would she really suck his cock while Robert watched?
Laura showed Marty how serious she was about her dirty suggestion by scrambling out of bed and falling to her knees before him. She licked her luscious lips, looked over her shoulder to see if Robert was paying attention, and plunged down on her fourteen-year-old son's rampant hard-on.
"Delicious!" the woman gurgled deep in her throat, her face filled with wet cock.
Robert's nuts were like two bombs between his legs, primed and ready to go off at any second. It was the wildest thing he had yet experienced. He found it hard to believe that he was actually sitting there on the edge of the bed watching his kid brother getting a blow job, found it especially hard to believe that it was his own mother who was doing the blowing.
Laura sucked hard and fast on the boy's pounding cock, sucking drop after drop of crystal-clear lubricant from the head of his dick. The salty stuff flowed down her throat, making her thirsty for more. She took the kid's hard meat deep into her silken throat. She felt his bulging cock swelling more and more the harder she sucked.
Marty began pounding his dick in and out of his mother's sucking face. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, filling her throat with his cock until she began to choke on it. He felt his tense nuts banging hard against his mother's warm chin, felt her teeth scraping teasingly against the fast-fucking shaft of his pecker.
"My God, Marty! You really like that, don't you!" she said, pulling off and smiling wickedly, cock juice dripping from her chin.
"Gosh yeah! Can I do it some more, Mom?" Marty asked, his naked dick bobbing between his shaking legs.
"I think Robert would like some of that too! Isn't that right, darling?" she said wantonly, noticing that her fifteen-year-old was staring wild-eyed at the goings on between his mother and brother.
"You mean it, Mom? You really mean it?" Robert asked, his eyes shining with youthful excitement.
"Would you like to try fucking my cunt, Marty?" she smiled, spreading the lips of her twat and rubbing her clit with her fingers.
"Gosh yeah, Mom! Can I? You really mean it?" Marty asked in amazement. "Would you really let me do that?"
"Of course I'll let you, Marty! Fourteen is old enough to learn how to fuck a woman, darling! Since Robert wants to have his cock sucked and since you want to have a chance at my cunt, why don't you get between my legs, Marty! Robert, why don't you crawl over me and put your dick in my mouth while your brother fucks my cunt!" the homy mother cried, her cunt dying for Marty's dripping dick, her mouth longing for Robert's equally excited cock.
Robert and Marty looked at each other, neither boy able to quite believe that she really wanted them to get into that mind-boggling position.
Laura fell back on the bed and spread her long legs, opening her cunt and running her warm hands over her naked tits. She felt lewd beyond belief, willing to do everything in her horny imagination, willing to go as far beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual conduct as her imagination could take her.
"Come to me, boys! Come to your mother! I need you! I need you both!" Laura cooed, opening her arms for her two boys.
Robert jumped into bed and scrambled excitedly into position, straddling his mother's shoulders and letting his rigid prick jerk up in front of him. A long strand of juice dripped from the head of his shiny cock and fell onto his mother's cheek. Marty followed his hard-cocked older brother into position over his mother's spread-legged body.
Laura laughed out loud with lust and satisfaction when she saw how eagerly her two sons obeyed her command. She knew for certain now that they were enjoying themselves as much as she was and the knowledge of their pleasure thrilled her deep down inside.
"Oh boys! Boys! You're wonderful, both of you! Take me! Fuck me, lovers! Fuck me until I scream! Fuck my mouth, Robert! Fuck my cunt, Marty! Make me come! Don't ever stop fucking me!" she cried.
Laura told Marty to push his erect dick down between her legs and force it between the slippery lips of her cunt. When he obeyed and rammed his cock home all the way to the hilt, the woman cried out in pleasure-pain. Unable to resist the temptation, Laura began grinding her pelvis against her son's cock and balls, making his stiff dick rub hot and hard against her inner walls. She felt the boy's hands on her legs, felt him squeezing her in a tight grip as his entire body went tense with lusty excitement.
The hot-assed woman grasped Robert's dripping cock and pulled it down until it was pointing right at her mouth. With a deep breath, the woman opened her mouth and wrapped her wet lips around the boy's cockhead. She felt the stiff thing: swell suddenly as he felt her lips close around him. She sucked his cock all the way down her wet throat, sucked it into her until she could feel the hard head of it against the back of her throat. When she had accustomed herself to the length and incredible thickness of her son's hard-on, she reached around him, cupping his lean asscheeks and pulling him toward her.
Robert got his mother's message quickly enough and began thrusting his cock in and out of her sucking face, driving himself wild with youthful lust, driving his homy mother wild too.
Marty and Robert seemed to be fucking their mother in unison, matching their movements in and out of her unconsciously. Marty's forehead butted up against the lean cheeks of his brother's bucking ass as he fucked his mother's sucking cunt. Laura felt their bodies rocking the bed as they vented their pent-up sexual energies on her. She loved every second of it.
It wasn't long before Laura was raising her lovely naked ass to meet every thrust of Marty's jabbing dick. It wasn't long before her head bobbed toward her other son's groin each time he thrust his dick into her mouth. She could feel Robert's big cockhead banging against her tonsils, threatening to choke her at any minute. She could feel Marty's slightly smaller but still enormous young prick filling her insides with hot male meat.
The horny woman knew that her orgasm would flash through her at any second. She had to bring her sons off at the same time, had to taste Robert's creamy jism as it filled her face, had to feel Marty's cum spurting from his cock into her wet seething cunt. Gasping and groaning, she began moving wildly. Her sons followed suit, driving their cocks into her with mad passion. The air was filled with moans of pleasure, groans of lust, gurglings, slurpings, all the sounds of wild fucking and sucking.
"Oh shit! Mom! MOM! I..... I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm gonna fuckin' squirt! I'm gonna squirt in your cunt!" Marty gasped when he felt his jism bursting from his wildly excited balls.
"Me too! Me too! I'm doin' it too! I'm shootin'! Mom, I'm shootin' in your mouth! Is it all right? Can I do it?" Robert gasped, looking down at his cock as it blasted cum into Laura's face.
Laura gurgled as Robert's blasts of cum shot into her mouth, nearly drowning her in the thick rich sex-juice she loved. She felt Marty's hot jism blasting into her cunt at the same time, filling her with hot wet balm. She wished they would never stop coming inside her, wished they would never stop filling her body with their teenage cum. They were her own sons. They were the boys she had carried in her belly. They were the children she had raised. And she was fucking and sucking them! She was actually swallowing their jism, taking them into her willing body as youthful lovers! It was as much the wickedness of the situation as it was the stimulation in her cunt that made her flash off between her striving legs.
Laura closed her eyes and felt the flood of her orgasm, felt her body running with rivers of sensation. She let the flood of her orgasm carry her away for a time, let it wash away her tensions, let it drown her in a sea of calm. She felt her sons falling against her as their cocks unloaded between her open legs and wide-stretched lips. She felt fulfilled for the first time in years, felt needed, felt loved.
The three exhausted fuckers lay together in a heavily breathing heap, their legs and arms intertwined. Laura felt her boys' lips grazing her naked body, exploring her as no sons ever dared explore their mother. She felt their lips grazing her tits, touching the peaks of her softly swelling breasts, making her nipples stiff and tingly. She felt each boy sucking and licking one of her lovely firm tits, felt the boys' bodies lying across her naked form as they explored her with hands and lips.
It wasn't long before the three incestuous fuckers felt themselves coming alive with excitement again. Laura's recently fucked cunt began to heat up as soon as the boys started sucking her tits. It was the first time that either of her young fuck-hungry sons had actually made any moves of their own toward her. When she felt their lips pressing the stiff little peaks of her nipples she knew it was the beginning of a new phase of then-relationship. She would still have to teach her sons how to enjoy their bodies and hers, but now she knew she would no longer have to coax them to do anything. From now on, she knew, the boys would plunge headlong into the sea of lust with then-horny mother.
Laura sat on the edge of the bed and her sons did the same, sitting on either side of her, patiently waiting for their next exercise in fucking.
"You two boys seem to be getting hard again! What eager cocks you boys have! It looks as if I really raised two horny young men!" she smiled wickedly, looking down at the boys' laps.
Laura was quick to notice that neither boy was trying-to hide himself any more. Both boys sat there with legs comfortably spread, not the least embarrassed about their state of horniness. Their firm young cocks towered up from their laps, jerking and throbbing visibly.
"Ummmrnm!" Laura said, grasping both boys' stiff pricks and rubbing her thumbs over the heads of them. "They're so hard! Let me suck both of you off at the very same time, lovers! You don't mind do you?"
"Shit no, Mom! This is far out!" Marty said.
"Yeah, Mom! This is the wildest thing I've ever done! You can suck me off any time you want to!" Robert said eagerly, reaching down to his lap and pushing his cock out until it stuck straight out from his lap.
When Marty pushed his cock out like Robert had, Laura quietly sank to her knees and began sucking her sons with a passion, alternating between the two hard cocks, She watched the boys' bodies stiffen and relax when she sucked their cockheads and suddenly pulled off to move to the other boy's dick. She reached between her kneeling legs and began rubbing her blazing clit with her knuckles, driving herself wild with sexual excitement. Her cunt almost burst into flames, the friction of her knuckles against her clit was so intense.
"Are you ready to squirt it now, darlings?" she asked after a few moments of pussy-diddling and cocksucking.
"Gosh yeah, Mom! I'm ready!" Robert rasped.
"Me too! Wow! I'm gonna shoot a gallon!" Marty added, his fourteen-year-old nuts tensing between his legs.
"I know you are, darling! You'll shoot more than a gallon before we're done tonight!" she hissed at Marty. "I want you both to come in my face now!" she said eagerly. "Robert, darling, you're first!"
With that, Laura plunged down onto Roert's cock and sucked violently at the knob and shaft of his incredibly sensitive prick. She grabbed his young nuts and squeezed until he jumped with pleasure-pain. She bobbed her head up and down in the boy's lap until she knew he was ready to blast off in her face.
"Mom! I'm shootin'! Jesus! I'm comin'! I'm comin' in your mouth again! Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" the boy gasped, his balls erupting into Laura's sucking face.
Laura felt Robert's hot thick jism blasting against the inside of her lovely face as he shot his rocks off. She held most of the boy's cum in her mouth somehow, although some of the hot stuff dribbled from her pretty lips when she pulled her face off his erupting cock.
"Now you!" she said to Marty, cum dribbling from her lips. "I want you to mix your cum with your brother's!" she gurgled deep in her jism-filled throat, plunging down on her other son's stiff poker and sucking hard and fast until his cock shot off.
Marty jumped up and down on the edge of the bed, banging his shooting cock deep into Laura's throat. When he felt his cum squirting up through his hard prick, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Jeeeeez!" the boy growled. "That's somethin' else!"
Laura swallowed the boys' jism and licked her luscious lips. Then she bent between the boys' legs again and planted wet kisses on the slightly softening heads of their dribbling cocks.
Laura was filled with incredibly beautiful peace. She knew she would never have to hunger for sex again, not as long as her sons could satisfy her hunger for young cock. She would let young David go his own way, having taught him how to enjoy himself with women. She would be content with the two young lovers she had under her own roof, and she knew they would be more than content with her.
