A young boy without a release for his raging sexual drive, and his mother, a widow, driven to the extremes of lust, are the subjects of this novel. Under the circumstances, we can understand how these two individuals are driven into each other's arms. Our society forbids sexual union between a mother and son, but sometimes it seems to be the most likely way for both to find satisfaction.
As you read this account of passions unleashed, try to put yourself into the characters' roles and then see if you can find fault. Although they sink deeper and deeper into wanton behavior, they, at least, get a taste of all those pleasures that so many of us miss.
So, what is normal? What are the rules we should live by? Is conformity to the average the goal, or should we seek our pleasures in extremes?
In EVERY WA Y MOTHER, each reader must decide for himself what is the right path. So, take a trip into the nether world of sexuality, and find out what goes on behind the drawn shutters of our neighbors' lives.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jimmy couldn't believe his ears. But there was no denying it. His mother was actually going to fuck the guy she'd brought home.
Although he figured that his widowed mother was doing plenty of fucking, Jimmy had never known her to let herself be fucked in her own house. At least not when he was home.
"Be quiet, now," his mother was saying. "Don't forget my little boy is sleeping."
Little boy! Jimmy was so angry he wanted to scream. But he realized that his mother was drunk. And he felt sorry for her.
Since his father had been killed in an industrial accident five years ago, Sally, Jimmy's mother, had been very lonely. And Jimmy didn't blame her for wanting to get drunk and fuck her brains out every now and then.
But he wished she wouldn't fuck her boy friends right under his nose, so to speak.
After all, at sixteen, Jimmy was in a constant state of horny desperation. So, hearing his mother and her lover giggling while they fooled around with each other, was hard for Jimmy to take.
"Oh, baby," Sally could be heard gasping. "It feels so nice!"
Listening to this sexy babble, Jimmy was getting wild with lust. And it wasn't long before he knew he would have to take advantage of having that fucking going on right in his own house. He would have to try and get a peek.
With his stiff prick sticking out of his pajamas, Jimmy crept to the door of his bedroom. He listened to the voices, trying to determine where they were coming from.
"Harder!" his mother was saying breathlessly. "Yeahhhhh."
His mother's words were inflaming Jimmy's passions. His heart was pounding and his breath was rasping in his throat.
It was obvious from the loudness and clarity of his mother's voice that there were no closed doors between him and her. If only Jimmy could remain unseen, he could get a peek at the action.
Slipping out of his room, he could see that his mother's bedroom door was opened, and that it was dark in there. Jimmy's heart sank as he realized that he might be defeated by darkness.
But when his mother's voice was heard again, he knew that it was coming from downstairs.
"Um-mm-mm-m," Sally was humming in sexual rapture.
Jimmy went to the top of the stairs. The lights in the living room were on, and there was no doubt that that was where his mother was right now.
"Lift your ass," a man's voice said, confirming the location of the lovers.
The sound of a man's voice came as a shock to Jimmy. He'd known that there was a man with his mother, of course. But hearing the man made Jimmy feel jealous for some reason. Jimmy had been the man of the house, after all, for the last five years.
The stairway was sandwiched between two walls for half its length. Then one wall ended, exposing the stairway to the living room. From halfway down the stairs, Jimmy could get a clear view of the living room. He knew that because he used to sit on the stairs watching TV after his mother had sent him to bed.
Before starting down the stairs, though, Jimmy hesitated. After all, he used to get caught every now and then when he watched television from the stairs. His mother would laugh and chase him up to his room at those times.
If she caught him peeking at her fucking, though, the results would be much more dramatic.
Could he chance it?
"Throw my skirt over that chair so it won't get too wrinkled," Sally said. "Now pull down my undies. I love it when a man pulls my underpants down!"
That did it. Knowing that his mother was naked, Jimmy was powerless to resist.
He began creeping down the stairs as quietly as he could. But he was shaking so violently that it wasn't easy to go slowly and carefully.
Ever since Jimmy had been interested in fucking, his mother had been a distraction for him. At thirty-five, Sally had the body of a teenager. Her tits stood proudly on her chest, even when she didn't wear a bra. And her ass was wide and firm.
Sally knew that she was good-looking, and she didn't try to hide her good points. She wore clothes that showed off her luscious body, and her wavy brown hair hung seductively over her shoulders.
So, a chance to see this beautiful chick without her clothes on was a rare treat. If Jimmy could actually witness the mystery of fucking, it would be an incredibly lucky break.
Jimmy could hear his heart beating as he neared the spot where he would get a view. He hoped that his mother and her lover wouldn't be able to hear it too.
Sitting on the last stair that was hidden from the living room, Jimmy began to lean forward. He peered around the wall, scanning the living room. He saw the chair where his mother's skirt rested. Then he saw the coffee table littered with bottles of whiskey and half-empty glasses.
His mother was on the couch, he realized. And as his body burned with excitement, he leaned further.
Then he could see one end of the couch. On it were four feet-two bare and two with socks on. Jimmy was disgusted to see that the guy had left his socks on. His mother deserved better than that!
The feet were attached to bare legs. As he leaned forward, Jimmy's view expanded to gradually reveal a hairy cunt.
When he saw the triangle of hair on his mother's cunt, Jimmy stopped breathing. This was what he'd been dreaming about! A cunt-even though half the population of the world had them-was an impossible goal for a sixteen-year-old kid, it seemed.
Since Jimmy's view was directed downward from this angle, he was looking down at her cunt, so there was no chance of his seeing up into it. Still, it was a sight that could give a horny kid a fever of lust.
Beside his mother was a naked man's body. He had his back pressed to the back of the couch.
Jimmy could just see his prick-knob as it was squeezed between his belly and Sally's hip.
Oh, to have his own prick pressed to the creamy skin of a woman's body! Jimmy thought.
The man was running his hand up and down the whiteness of his mother's thigh. It looked as though his mother's thighs were sagging open.
By this time, Jimmy had his mouth wide open in an effort to breathe deeply, yet silently. He leaned further forward.
His hungry gaze crept up his mother's stomach and over her tits. But he could only see one of her big round jugs. The other was obscured by the man's head as he sucked her nipple.
But the tit that Jimmy could see was quite a sight. Although he'd often seen the top part of it on some of his mother's low cut blouses, and although he'd seen the shape of her erect nipple pressing its shape on her blouses, the sight of her naked boob was devastating to the horny kid.
He saw how bright-pink her nipple was. And he marveled at the way the heavy tit reclined on her chest, sagging slightly to the side.
"Suck me!" Sally mumbled. "Harder! Ah-h-h-h-h."
Seeing his mother with a guy attached to her tit was amazing to a boy who had known this woman as a mother, a protector and an authority.
Jimmy was amazed at the way the man's head moved in circles and nodded. The guy was sucking hard, all right!
Now that Jimmy knew he could watch without worrying about being caught, he slipped his cock out of his pajamas. Holding the hot and twitching rod in his fist, he was surprised at how close to coming he was, just from the excitement of watching his mother and this man.
Jimmy held his prick while he watched the man with his mother move his hand up her thigh. The man's hand moved over her hairy cunt mound. His fingers were out of sight over the horizon of Sally's twat.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sally sighed. "Um-mm-m."
Jimmy knew, by the sound of his mother's sigh, that the man had a finger up her cunt. If the sound wasn't enough to prove it, the way Sally began wiggling her hips was more than enough.
It was clear that Sally loved having this guy's finger in her twat. She was writhing with sexual delight!
The man was still sucking her tit as he finger-fucked her. Jimmy could see that the man was really reaching high up his mother's pussy. The farther in he reached, the more wanton Sally's writhings became.
Keeping his hot and twitching tool in his hand, Jimmy felt his eyes bulging with passion. He knew that if he started pumping his prick, he would come in a few seconds. So he merely held it, waiting to see what else would happen on that couch.
Before long, the man's head left Sally's tits. Now Jimmy could see both of those lovely melons. But he was more interested in seeing what the man was doing. He seemed to be creeping down Sally's body.
"Oh, honey," Sally was moaning. "Yes, do it!"
Jimmy was impassioned with lust. The man was now beside his mother's legs. He had taken his fingers from Sally's cunt.
Then, in a flash, Jimmy knew what was going to happen. He felt his body reeling as he watched the man move between Sally's legs.
The man was holding his face right in front of Sally's gash now. Jimmy would have died for the sight that the guy was enjoying.
But then the man put his mouth to Sally's cunt. His nose was buried in the curly hair, and Jimmy knew where his tongue was-right in his mother's pussy!
"Ah-h-h-h-h. I love the way you eat me!" Sally moaned.
Jimmy was too overwhelmed to pump his prick now, even if he wanted to do so. But that was all right. Things would get better for the young voyeur.
Sally began moving her whole body, squirming sexily. Her tits heaved heavily from side to side.
Then she grabbed her tits and squeezed them so hard that Jimmy could see the white flesh oozing out between her fingers.
Sally threw her head back, an expression of wild lust on her face.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she moaned in a quavering voice.
Now both Sally and the man had their faces turned toward the stairway. But, in their passion, it wasn't likely they would see Jimmy. In any case, Jimmy couldn't have retreated if he tried.
The man's head continued nodding between Sally's thighs. Sally continued squirming and moaning.
Meanwhile,. Jimmy was feasting with his eyes and having the most exciting sensations rush through him.
"I've got to get to your prick!" Sally suddenly said. "Give it to me!"
The man lifted his face from Sally's crotch. Jimmy could see that his cheeks and chin were shining with love juice.
Then the man moved his body over Sally's, his head still at her crotch, but now his prick was sticking into Sally's face.
Jimmy was even more flabbergasted than before. Although he couldn't see much of his mother's body any longer, the sight of her in that sixty-nine position was an incredible experience.
Slurping sounds were coming from his mother's mouth as Jimmy stared at her. He tried to imagine what it might feel like to have his own prick in a woman's mouth. But Jimmy couldn't get close to guessing the ecstasy of having his cock sucked.
It was quite a while before Sally took the guy's prick from her mouth. But for the amazed boy on the stairs, time had stopped. Jimmy was frozen in desperate lust.
"Fuck me!" Sally gasped. "Fuck me. Come on, Bill! I've got to have your cock in me. Now!"
The words echoed through Jimmy's head. His mother was going to get fucked right in front of his eyes!
The man lost no time in swinging around. With his knees planted firmly in the cushion of the couch between his mother's legs, the man lowered his tool to Sally's pussy.
But Sally couldn't wait. She grabbed the prick and tugged it to her cunt.
"Yeah-h-h-h-h!" Sally screamed. "Stuff me! Split me open!"
Jimmy had never dreamed that fucking was so wild, so desperate. And he'd never heard his mother's voice use that lustful tone, or seen her body move like it was moving now, The man began bucking his hips. Beneath his pumping, Sally was thrusting her hips upward to meet his.
"Oh, God, Bill!" Sally babbled with delirious passion. "Give it to me!"
Jimmy knew that he was witnessing a miracle. What else could fucking be, for a young boy who had never known its glory?
Now Jimmy unleashed his fist. He pumped his prick with all his might. And as his head swam with excitement, his prick began to burn with intense pleasure.
It was all over in less than ten seconds, but it had been the best orgasm of his life. Jimmy had sprayed gism all over the stairs, and through the railing and into the living room.
Though he was drained, his mother was still receiving powerful lunges of the guy's hard prick. Her body still bucked wildly. If anything, the pair was crashing together with more speed and energy now.
But with his orgasm spent, Jimmy realized he'd better disappear. When they stopped fucking, all would be quiet, and sneaking back to his room would be difficult.
So Jimmy left his vantage point and crept back to his room.
But after such an amazing experience, sleep was impossible. Jimmy heard the fucking end. Soon after, there were voices. A door opened and closed, then his mother passed his bedroom door.
When Jimmy knew that his mother was in bed, he grabbed his prick again. Remembering every second of his voyeurism, he came again. Then again.
CHAPTER TWO
"What's the matter, honey?" Sally asked her son the next day as they ate breakfast.
"Uh, nothing," Jimmy said as he quickly looked down at his plate.
But he had no appetite. The scene he'd witnessed the night before was still burning in his mind. He couldn't look at his mother without seeing her writing beneath a lunging cock.
"I'm going out," Jimmy said.
"Not before you eat," Sally protested. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Jimmy said. "Can't a guy not be hungry?"
Sally made him take an apple with him. Jimmy took it into his hand and looked at the bulges of his mother's tits behind her robe.
As soon as he was out of sight of the house, he began chomping on the apple. But he scarcely tasted it.
Why couldn't he get fucked? Especially since he needed it so desperately!
Jimmy was a good-looking boy, and plenty of girls were interested in him. But the girls he knew weren't the type to let boys fuck them.
Sometimes, when Jimmy gathered up enough courage to ask a girl to sit with him in the movie theater, he could grab a tit. That was wonderful when it happened. But it would make him even more eager to sink his prick into a hot cunt.
Summer vacation had just started, and Jimmy told himself that he would do everything in his power to get fucked. With the memory of his mother's naked body getting fucked the night before, Jimmy decided that this was a good time to start on his quest for cunt.
He went to his friend's house. It might be easier to get fucked if he had a friend to help devise plans.
"Hi," Jimmy called as he found Chuck throwing a ball against the side of his house. "Let's get fucked."
"Ha!" Chuck barked. "What else is new?"
"Really, Chuck. If we concentrate, I'm sure we can find some girls willing to fuck us," Jimmy said.
"Well, I've been trying pretty hard and it hasn't done any good," Chuck said, continuing to throw the ball.
"I've just got to get laid!" Jimmy insisted. "Especially after what I saw last night."
"What was that?" Chuck asked. He had suddenly stopped throwing the ball against the wall. He was interested in hearing Jimmy's story.
Jimmy told Chuck every detail of his voyeuristic adventure. When he'd finished, Chuck was just as eager as Jimmy to begin looking for girls to fuck.
"God, and your mother's such a gorgeous piece, too," Chuck said. "I'd love to watch her getting fucked!"
"Well, right now I'd much rather watch myself getting laid!" Jimmy said.
"Let's go," Chuck said.
"Yeah, but where?" Jimmy asked.
"Well, we know that none of the girls around here are going to fuck us," Chuck said. "We've tried them all."
"Hey, I've got an idea," Jimmy said. "There's a lot of whores downtown. You know, near those topless go-go joints."
"Yeah, but they cost money. Do you have enough?"
"I don't know," Jimmy said. "How much could they charge?"
The boys figured that they had less than five dollars between them. They guessed that it wouldn't be enough.
"I know," Chuck said. "I can sell my stamp collection."
"Is it worth much?" Jimmy asked.
Chuck didn't know how much he could get for it. But the boys took it to the stamp shop and left with twelve dollars. That gave them a total of seventeen.
"We're on our way," Chuck said with a smile.
"Yeah, this has got to be enough!" Jimmy agreed.
They were soon stalking the streets where whores were supposed to be lurking. But it was still before noon, and the streets were deserted except for a few bums sitting in doorways.
The boys stopped to look at the photos of go-go girls that hung outside the bars. But the real thing was nowhere in sight.
"Shit! I hope I didn't sell my stamps for nothing," Chuck said.
"Look," Jimmy said suddenly.
Chuck saw what his friend was looking at. In a doorway a few doors down, a girl stood. She was young, but older than them. Her hair was almost white, and it was piled high on her head in curls and waves. Her legs were bare below her short skirt to her high white boots. And her tits were on display, wrapped in a tight blouse.
"Do you think she's a whore?" Chuck asked.
"I don't know," Jimmy said.
Both boys were staring at the girl. She was now only a few feet down the sidewalk. Although she was looking right back at them, she didn't say anything.
The boys didn't stop. The girl didn't say anything. But when they had passed the doorway she was standing in, both boys felt very disappointed.
"Wait," Jimmy said. "I really think she is a whore."
"Yeah, but she didn't say anything," Chuck said. "What are we supposed to do?"
"We'll have to ask her if she'll fuck us," Jimmy said.
The boys began walking back toward the girl. She was still staring at them silently, making both boys wish they could forget the whole thing.
"You ask her," Jimmy whispered to Chuck.
"No! You," Chuck whispered back.
They were practically in front of the girl. If something didn't happen soon, they would just walk past her again.
"Can I do anything for you boys?" the girl asked.
The boys stopped, but they didn't say anything. They were too nervous and horny, now that fucking seemed possible.
"Would you boys like to come up to my place?" she asked seductively.
"Y-yeah," the boys said eagerly.
They were trembling now, and their pricks were beginning to throb against the material of their jeans.
"It'll cost you twenty each," she said matter-of-factly.
The boys' hearts sank. Just at the threshold of having their dream come true, they were shattered!
"What's the matter? Don't you have twenty bucks apiece?" the whore asked when the boys stood dumbly before her.
"We don't even have twenty bucks together," Jimmy said.
"But we've got seventeen," Chuck said. "Could we get anything for that?"
The girl waited a few seconds while the boys squirmed around nervously. They would give anything they had to fuck this young, pretty whore. They just didn't have what she wanted.
But then her face broke out in a smile.
"Sure, I'll fuck you boys for seventeen bucks," she said. "It isn't often I get such young meat. It'll be fun!"
Jimmy and Chuck began smiling too. They were so excited they could hardly stand it.
"Come on," the girl said with a toss of her head.
She led them past the doorway where she was standing, then up a flight of stairs.
As the boys followed, they could see up her short skirt. Her thighs were thick, but firm and well shaped. The shining black fabric of her undies could be seen as it hugged her cunt.
Just peeking up her dress was enough of a treat for the horny kids. But the idea of actually getting to fuck this doll was breathtakingly exciting!
Soon they were in a room with a bed, dresser and sink-nothing else. The room looked as though it was designed only for fucking.
"For seventeen bucks, you guys will have to make it fast," she said as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "One of you can wait outside if you want."
"No, that's all right. I don't want to wait outside," Chuck said. "Do you, Jimmy?"
Jimmy said that he didn't.
The girl finished unbuttoning her blouse. Then the boys were greeted with the wondrous sight of her tits. They were big and sagging, and were decorated with huge brown nipples.
As the girl walked toward them, her jugs heaved and shook. She held her hand out, but the boys were so stricken with the sight of her jugs that they didn't at first realize what she wanted.
"Oh, yeah," Chuck said suddenly, and dug into his pockets for the money.
The whore put the money in a drawer. Then she began unfastening her skirt.
"Well?" she asked, looking at the boys. But when they just stared back, she said, "Aren't you going to undress?"
Mechanically, the boys began to pull off their clothes. But they were still dumbfounded by the sight of the girl's emerging body-and the expectations of getting fucked!
The whore pulled down her skirt and threw it on the dresser. Now she wore only her boots and a tiny pair of black panties. Through the black material, the boys could make out the hairy mound of her cunt.
When she bent to pull down her panties, the whore's tits swung low. Then she stood, naked except for her high white boots.
Neither of the boys could move. They just gazed at the girl's body with hungry eyes. Chuck had stripped to his underpants, and Jimmy was just lowering his jeans. It wasn't easy to undress with the distraction of a naked chick to watch.
Then the girl lay down on the bed. Her tits sagged over the sides of her chest. Her legs were spread far enough to give the boys a view of her pink gash.
"Who's first?" she asked casually.
There was a moment's hesitation. Then both boys rushed to get their underpants off. They both started toward her.
"Hey, I sold my stamp collection for this!" Chuck said. "Let me go first."
"Sold your stamp collection?" the whore said with a laugh.
But the boys didn't hear her.
Jimmy had to admit that Chuck was entitled to go first, so he stopped and watched Chuck climb onto the bed.
Jimmy watched as Chuck lifted a handful of loose tit-flesh. Then he jabbed his prick at the whore's crotch. But Jimmy noticed that his friend had to lunge several times before getting his cock into the right spot.
"Uh!" Chuck gasped when his prick finally sank into the whore's pussy.
"Oh-h-h, yes!" the girl cried. "Oh, it's so big!"
Chuck's ass rose and fell with speed and eagerness. The whore wrapped her legs around his hips and clutched him around his back.
"O-h-h-h, it's so good!" the whore was saying.
Jimmy was enjoying the show. It wasn't as exciting as watching his mother getting fucked. But since he was going to fuck this chick next, he was even more excited than he was last night.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h," Chuck began grunting before long.
Then his ass was still, but he remained lying on the girl's body, trembling.
Although Jimmy was dying for his chance to get his prick into the whore's twat, he couldn't ask Chuck to get out right away. After all, he'd sold his stamps!
But the whore pushed Chuck off her within seconds.
"Let's not keep your friend waiting," she said.
Chuck climbed off. He was still gasping for air. His face was beet-red.
This is it! Jimmy thought as he stepped forward.
He got onto the bed, looking down at the girl waiting with spread legs. Like Chuck, Jimmy grabbed a tit. With that warm flesh in his hand, he let the whore pull him down onto her body.
Jimmy felt her bristling cunt-hairs press against his balls. Then he felt the whore's hand grip his prick. And at her touch, Jimmy's cock tensed and began to throb.
"You do have a big prick, don't you?" she said. "Come on, stick it in me!"
Without letting go of his cock, the whore guided it to her snatch.
Jimmy lifted his hips, then pushed as his cock was pulled to the mouth of this chick's crotch. He felt a wet, hot sensation at the fat knob of his prick. Then, as his hips pressed forward, he felt his cock descend into a hot envelope of silken delight.
During the past few years, Jimmy had stuck his prick into all sorts of things in an effort to simulate fucking. But now he knew that he'd never even gotten close.
Before he began pumping, he concentrated on the grip of a pussy on his throbbing prick. But he couldn't resist the ecstasy of sliding his cock in and out.
"O-o-o-o-o-o," the whore moaned.-"Fuck me!"
As the lining of her cunt pulled at Jimmy's fat cock, he felt a wave of joy through him. Then he lowered his hips again, driving his cock to the end of the tunnel that gripped him. The slippery and tight cunt-sleeve stroked his prick from head to base.
Now the full bliss of pulling and pushing his cock in a hugging cunt filled the boy. His hips began jerking spasmodically, pumping his prick faster and faster.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h!" the whore groaned. "Damn. Give it to me!"
Jimmy was no longer aware of the whore's tits rolling under his chest, or the way her thighs gripped him. He couldn't even feel her fingernails digging into his back. All he was aware of in the world was his sliding prick and the pleasure radiating from it.
The familiar sensation of a blooming orgasm filled Jimmy. But this orgasm was going to be different. It was going to be better, but different too.
Now the whore was bucking her hips wildly, and Jimmy could feel her cunt gripping his prick as it pistoned in and out.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "I'm really going to make it!"
Jimmy had to make sure his prick was plunging in a rhythmic beat so he could meet the chick's hips as she thrust them upward.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jimmy cried as he was devoured by the ecstasy of his climax.
Jimmy never knew that coming could be so intense. With his prick being tugged and chomped by this chick's cunt, though, he was feeling such glorious rapture that he almost fainted.
With every stab of his cock, his pleasure mounted. Then, when it reached its peak and began diminishing, Jimmy realized that the whore was still bucking and thrashing crazily beneath him.
He slowed his lunges. His cock was getting so tender it almost made him laugh.
"No-o-o-o-o," the whore screamed. "Keep going! Keep on fucking me-e-e-e-e!"
Jimmy obeyed. And although his prick was wrung out,-he kept sliding it in the whore's twat while she writhed like a frantic snake.
"Okay, all right," she finally gasped breathlessly. "Oh, that was fabulous!"
She didn't push Jimmy off as she had Chuck. Jimmy enjoyed lying on her, letting his cock rest in the wet pit of her pussy.
When he did climb off, the whore remained on her back, smiling.
"Hey, kid," she said. "You're a pretty good fuck. Come back some time."
The boys dressed as they had undressed, staring at the chick's naked body. As they slipped out of the room, the whore, still flat on her back, smiled and waved.
"Hey, you made her come," Chuck said.
"Yeah, well, you started her off," Jimmy said.
They walked to the bus stop in a daze. They hardly spoke as they both relived, in their minds, their first fuck.
But Jimmy began to realize that although he'd finally got fucked, he still hadn't done nearly everything he would have liked. He thought about the man he'd seen with his mother the night before. He remembered how the man had peered into his mother's cunt, then licked it. And he thought about how his mother had sucked his prick.
Yes, Jimmy had a way to go. But he'd taken his first step.
CHAPTER THREE
When Jimmy left the house that morning, Sally couldn't imagine what had gotten into the boy. He sure did act strangely.
Sally had nothing to do that morning, so she went into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Liquor bottles and glasses still littered the coffee table.
Then Sally remembered the night before. When she woke with a slight hang-over that morning, she remembered that she'd been drinking the night before. But she didn't remember much else. Now the whole scene came back to her.
Sally almost never let herself get fucked at home, but by the time she had come home with Bill, she had been too drunk to worry about Jimmy hearing them.
Sally realized now that Jimmy must have heard her fucking. That would explain his behavior that morning.
Then she glanced up at the stairway. She remembered how she used to catch Jimmy watching TV from the stairs, and she froze as she realized that he could have been watching her getting fucked.
Now Sally's hangover was gone, replaced by a strange feeling of embarrassment and shame.
But, much to her surprise, Sally began to get hot.
Her cunt moistened. Her nipples stiffened and, as usual when she was alone, Sally reached inside her robe and took her big tits into her hands.
At first she thought her passion was due to her memory of Bill and their fun the night before. But before long, she had to admit that there was something exciting about having her son watch her getting fucked.
Sally began to wonder what the boy thought of her body when, and if, he saw her getting fucked. She felt confident that the boy would have been proud of his mother's sexy body. And, of course, she knew he would have been turned on.
As Sally lay on the couch, she imagined that the boy was on the stairs, peeking around the wall.
Slowly and casually, Sally untied the belt of her bathrobe and opened it. When she felt the cool air of the room flowing over her exposed body, she pretended that Jimmy was staring passionately at her.
Sally found that she was getting hot and lustful very quickly. She didn't understand why, but thinking of Jimmy looking at her naked body was fabulously exciting.
Looking down at her tits, Sally began to caress them as she often did. She took her nipples between her fingers and played with them until they were stiff and burning.
She spread her fingers out over the swollen mounds of her huge jugs. Then she squeezed them tightly.
This was standard procedure as Sally prepared to masturbate. But with the added ingredient of imagining her son's eyes on her, it was much more thrilling than ever for her.
Every move that Sally made with her body and hands was laced with the shame and embarrassment of pretending that she was being watched.
Letting go of one tit, she sent one hand creeping down her stomach. At the same time, she spread her thighs and she felt her cunt juice sticking to the exposed lips of her twat.
Then her fingers combed through her fleecy pubic hair.
Sally wondered just how much the imaginary boy could see. Unlike the night before, her opened crotch was now facing the stairs.
In a kinky mood, Sally reached above the couch to the mirror that hung on the wall and took it down. She propped the mirror up at the end of the couch and lay back.
Now she could see the scene that she was pretending to show her son.
As Sally gazed at the reflection of her gaping cunt, she knew that it would drive her boy wild. In fact, it was making her wild, and it was her own cunt she was looking at!
With a finger on each side of her cuntal mouth, Sally spread her cunt lips. Looking into the mirror, she smiled back at her cunt as it smiled at her.
Sally had a beautiful twat. The mound was plump, and her inner lips remained tucked neatly away until she spread her mound. The arrow-head of skin that protected her clit looked cute and vulnerable. The darkness of her cave promised ecstasy.
Again thinking about Jimmy, Sally began tickling the wet interior of her pussy. She traced the wet interior of her pussy. She traced the wiggly ridges of her inner-lips, then brushed her fingertip lightly over her clit.
Shivering with passion, Sally kept imagining that there was a horny boy peeking at her.
Then she did something that she knew would be a special treat for anybody who saw her doing it. She pushed one tit up toward her face, and she lifted her head and stuck out her tongue.
With boobs as big as hers, Sally had no difficulty sucking her own nipples. It was one of her favorite masturbatory games.
She wondered what Jimmy would do if he were watching her now. She wondered what he would have done if he had watched her getting laid last night. She became more and more sure that he had watched.
Of course the boy would have jerked off, but would he have jerked off in his room afterwards? Or would he have joined his mother in ecstasy by pumping his prick right there on the stairs while watching?
Sally hoped that the boy had jerked off while watching. If only she had known for sure that he was watching, getting fucked would have been more thrilling than it had been. After all, merely imagining the boy watching her now, as she played with herself, was making her more lustful than she'd ever been while rubbing herself off.
Sally, still sucking her own nipple, was watching her fingers roaming in her twat. She snorted with sexual greed and stuck her long middle finger up her flowing tunnel.
"S-s-s-s-s," she hissed as she drew in a long breath through her nose.
Her finger began stirring her soaking cuntal cave as she watched her hand in the mirror. Adding another finger to the one already up her snatch, Sally began fucking herself. She stretched her cunt-lining by separating the fingers in her cunt.
While fucking herself with her fingers, she placed her thumb on her clit. But she didn't press that magic button very hard. She wanted this fun to last.
"M-mm-mm-mm," she hummed with pleasure, pretending that Jimmy was listening to her.
With two fingers up her cunt and her thumb on her clit, there was only one more thing she could do to increase the joy of rubbing herself off. And she didn't hesitate.
Wetting her ring-finger in her drooling cunt, she placed that fingertip on the tight hole of her ass. Then, carefully, she wiggled that finger up her asshole. She loved it when a man stuck his finger up her ass, so she would stick her own finger in there while masturbating.
Now that she was giving herself the full treatment, Sally felt her lust climbing fast to the bursting point.
"Huh-h-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h," she moaned on the nipple that was still stuffed in her mouth.
By reaching her fingers high up her cunt and ass, Sally was turning into a writhing heap of trembling blissfulness.
Sally's wrist began to ache with the effort of pumping and stirring her twat. Her back was arched with rapture, and it was getting difficult to keep her tits pressed to her mouth with the way she was shaking.
Then she had an idea. If a boy were really watching her, this would knock him on his ear.
Sally took her fingers from her ass and cunt. She let go of her tit, watching it wobble back down to her chest. Then she grabbed an empty whiskey bottle from the coffee table.
Examining the neck of the bottle and wishing it were fatter-but thrilling to the kinkiness of her plan-she brought the bottle to her cunt.
If only Jimmy could see me now! Sally thought. But imagining that he was watching was almost as good.
She watched in the mirror as she put the neck of the bottle to her wet and stretched cunt lips. She inserted the bottle neck between her inner-lips, then pushed. The green glass began disappearing as her cunt-cave began stretching.
When the whole bottle neck was in Sally's juicy cunt, she pressed the flared body of the bottle against her cunt so it wedged between her lips. She would have loved to cram that entire bottle into her twat, if only she could.
Then she began moving the bottle neck in and out. It fucked her like a small prick. And with every shove of the bottle, Sally pressed its wide part against her clit.
There, see what your mother is really like? Sally said to herself as though she were talking to her son.
Sally gazed into the mirror again. Her crotch was obscured now by the bottom of the bottle and her hand gripping it. But above the pistoning bottle, she could see her tits jiggle with the motion of her writhing body. Beyond her tits, she could see the reflection of her face. The expression she wore showed not only her pleasure. It showed the perverted embarrassment of pretending Jimmy was watching.
"Ah-h-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h-h-h, o-o-o-o-o-o-o," Sally moaned in a crescendo of lust.
Her orgasm swelled and burst. She kept the bottle neck plunging up her spasming cunt and howled in joy.
As her pleasure drained away, Sally slowed, then stopped thrusting the bottle. She let it go and felt it slip from her snatch. Then she lay still with the wet bottle between her legs.
Enjoying the warm afterglow of her masturbation, Sally stared at herself in the mirror. What was becoming of her? Why did she need to imagine that Jimmy was watching her rubbing herself off?
Suddenly Sally jumped up. This is going to have to stop! she told herself. She'd been drinking entirely too much. And bringing men home was no good either.
Sally went into the bathroom to wash the dried cunt juice from her thighs. And she promised herself that she would pull herself together.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Jimmy came home that afternoon, after his first fuck, he wondered if his mother would know what he'd been up to. It seemed like a strange idea. After all, how could his mother guess he visited a whore just by looking at him?
Still, Jimmy had the feeling his mother would know.
When he came into the house, Sally was leaning over the oven, sliding a pan of chicken into it.
"Dinner will be ready in about a half-hour," Sally said. "Will you take the garbage out, please?"
Jimmy was glad his mother didn't ask him what he'd been doing that afternoon. She didn't seem to treat him any differently. Maybe she couldn't tell what he had been doing, or that he was no longer a virgin.
He lifted the bag of garbage from the container and carried it outside. But before he reached the garbage cans in the garage, he became aware of something strange happening.
Suddenly, he had a very strong sense that he was back in that small room with the prostitute. He could almost see her as she lay on the bed, waiting for him. He remembered that she had worn a gold chain around her neck, and he hadn't even noticed it at the time.
Jimmy was used to fantasizing and recalling sexy memories. But this was different. This memory was almost more real than his actually having been with the whore.
As though in a trance, Jimmy dropped the bag of garbage into the can. And just as suddenly as the vivid memory of the whore came to him, it disappeared.
But now Jimmy knew what had triggered that strong memory. He looked down at the bag of garbage. On top was a green whiskey bottle.
He lifted the bottle and held it to his nose. Breathing deeply, Jimmy filled his head with the smell of a soaking cunt. This bottle had the same odor he noticed when mounting that whore! And at that time, he realized that the smell was his mother's hot cunt.
Jimmy's head spun with excitement as he thought about how this bottle acquired that odor. He could picture his mother plunging it into her cunt.
But Jimmy couldn't believe his mother would do such a thing. After all, she had just gotten fucked the night before!
There was no mistaking that smell on the neck of the bottle though. After smelling a cunt only once, Jimmy knew he would never forget that weird odor. And no other woman could have used that bottle as a dildo.
With his mother's cunt odor in his nose and a picture of her stuffing it into her cunt in his imagination, Jimmy was once again panting with lust.
In the garage, Jimmy had enough privacy to pull out his prick. It was as hard and twitching as violently as it had when he stuck it into the whore's cunt.
Then, holding the bottle under his nose, he began to jerk off.
It didn't take long for him to reach a smashing climax. When he felt his pleasure exploding, he even stuck out his tongue and tasted the dried love juice on the bottle neck. .
When his jerking off was finished, Jimmy found that he couldn't part with this coveted bottle. So he hid it in the garage where he could get it and sniff it any time he wanted.
"Better wash up," Sally said to her son as he came in.
In fact, Jimmy was on his way to the bathroom to wash his sticky prick. So when his mother suggested that he wash, he looked at her with a , surprised and guilty expression.
Sally noticed the boy's look. In fact, it caused her cunt to tighten.
Yes, he must have watched me last night, she told herself. He can hardly look me in the eye!
During dinner, mother and son remained quiet, and they hardly looked at each other. Both of them, though, were thinking about Sally's fucking and Jimmy's voyeurism.
"I'm going out tonight," Sally said. "Bill is taking me dancing."
"Yeah, I'm going out, too," Jimmy said.
Although Jimmy had nowhere to go, he didn't want his mother to think he was going to hang around the house while she was out dancing and getting fucked.
Jimmy even left before his mother. He headed over to the park where the kids hung out on weekend evenings. Since this was Friday, he could expect some action.
He was early, but there were some kids there already. The older kids sat in cars, and the younger ones, like Jimmy, sat at the base of the Civil War Memorial statue.
"Hi, Jimmy," Karen said. "How are you?"
Karen was a sexy chick about Jimmy's age. She had a reputation for letting guys reach into her bra. But so far Jimmy hadn't gotten his chance.
"Hi," he said warmly.
Jimmy thought that fucking that whore would have taken the edge off his raging horniness. But now he realized it had only made it worse.
Now that he knew how incredibly beautiful it was to have his cock sunk in a pussy, he was more eager than ever to repeat the performance.
And Karen would have a nice cunt to sink my cock into, Jimmy thought. And her big, firm tits would make an excellent mattress for me to lie on.
Sometimes a boy would talk a chick into getting into the bushes near the wading pool. As Jimmy sneaked glances at Karen's tits, he began to hope he could get her into the bushes.
"Your eyes must be getting heavy," Karen teased. "They seem to be sinking to my chest all the time."
Jimmy smiled at the girl. Then he realized that getting laid had been some help. The day before, if Karen had teased him like that, he would have turned red and gotten tongue-tied.
"Well, Karen," he said. "You do have gorgeous tits, and it's hard to keep my eyes off them."
Jimmy had never said anything so blunt to a girl before. He wouldn't have been surprised if she slapped him.
But Karen didn't slap him. Rather, she smiled, and Jimmy felt his body hum with the pleasure of letting a girl know just what he thought.
"Will you walk down to the wading pool with me?" Jimmy asked in a fit of self-confidence.
Karen's eyes sparkled. Her honey-colored hair and freckles never looked nicer. Then her mouth turned up at the corners in a bright smile.
"Sure," she finally said.
Jimmy had been holding his breath, waiting for Karen's answer. Now he breathed a sigh and his prick began to stiffen.
They headed for the pool and the bushes beyond.
She must know I want to take her into the bushes, Jimmy told himself. But just in case she didn't, he took her hand in his and squeezed it. When Karen squeezed back, Jimmy felt sure she was going to let him neck with her.
But would necking do him any good? Jimmy wondered. Oh well, he would have to neck with her, then try to go all the way. At least he would get a chance to examine her beautiful tits.
They stopped by the side of the pool. Jimmy's heart was pounding as it usually did when he tried to get a chick to neck with him. But his experience of that afternoon was still giving him courage.
Jimmy slipped a hand around Karen's back and pulled her to him. She didn't resist. Her huge jugs crushed against his chest.
Their mouths met as they wrapped their arms around each other. Then each poked their tongues out. Sucking a pretty girl's tongue always made Jimmy go wild, so it didn't take long before he was dragging Karen toward the bushes.
"Come on," he gasped. "Let's duck in here."
Jimmy had been in those bushes before and knew where the nice spots were. So he and Karen were soon stretched out on a soft patch of grass in the privacy of the bushes. The evening sky provided just enough light to see.
They lay side by side and continued kissing, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths.
But Jimmy wasn't satisfied with merely kissing. Soon his hand was moving up Karen's side toward her tits. And one didn't stop him.
"Um-mm-m," Karen hummed when she felt Jimmy's fingers creeping over her tit.
And for Jimmy, holding such a lovely boob was heavenly. He remembered lifting the sagging tit of that whore he'd fucked. Of course, then he had been mounting a naked chick. Still, holding Karen's tit, even though it was wrapped in her blouse, was almost exciting.
Jimmy knew that she never wore a bra, and now he could feel the softness and firmness of her tit compressing under his hand.
He kept the girl gagged with his tongue while he played with her jug. He felt her nipple as he continued to mash her tit.
Naturally, holding her tit through the material of her blouse was kid's stuff, so Jimmy began opening buttons on her blouse so he could get his hand inside.
But just as Jimmy reached into Karen's blouse, he felt her hand gripping his wrist. He wasn't too upset, though. He was used to having girls stop him several times before giving up their boobs.
"Please don't stop me," he whispered. "You have such beautiful tits."
Karen's hand loosened its grip, and Jimmy slid his hand into her blouse, capturing her naked jug.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Karen moaned.
Holding a warm, smooth tit was one of Jimmy's favorite things in the whole world. But after getting fucked that afternoon, he couldn't be satisfied with just that. After all, he now knew what was waiting for him between this chick's legs.
Jimmy kissed the damp flesh under Karen's ear as he massaged her tit. Then his lips and tongue moved around to the front of her neck.
One button still held her blouse closed. But Jimmy knew that as soon as he opened it, her naked tits would be close to his kissing mouth.
He let go of her tit just long enough to pop that last button. Then he grabbed the tit again and began kissing his way down Karen's breastbone.
"Oh, Jimmy!" Karen cooed. "Um-mm-m."
Now Jimmy was nuzzling his face between her tits. He had pushed her down on her back and was lying on top of her. But Jimmy realized that Karen's wonderful tits didn't flatten and slide to the sides of her chest as his mother's had, and as the whore's had too. Her tits were standing proudly on her chest.
With his face buried between those firm jugs, Jimmy took a tit into each hand. This was farther than he'd ever gotten before, except of course with the whore he had fucked.
Then Jimmy lifted his head and looked down at the treasure of tits he had uncovered. He saw how beautifully round they were, and the nipples were dark and gorgeous.
"You're beautiful," he gasped.
When she heard those words, Karen reached up and took Jimmy's head into her arms. She pulled his face down into one tit, smothering the boy.
But Jimmy didn't mind being smothered that way. He opened his mouth and took in a stiff gum-drop of a nipple. Then he began sucking hungrily.
"Uh-h-h-h-h," Karen moaned. "Oh, Jimmy!"
Jimmy didn't get a chance to suck the whore's tit, so this was really his first time. And he made the most of it.
He licked and sucked the nipple desperately at first. But when he began to get used to having that blossom in his mouth, he began to relax.
Jimmy was now holding the stiff nipple between his teeth, and tickling it with his tongue. He could feel Karen writhing beneath him, assuring him that she was enjoying the tit-sucking.
While he sucked one tit, his hand took care of its twin.
When Jimmy had his fill of tit-sucking, he lifted his face back up to Karen's face. He kissed her deeply again.
Karen was wearing blue jeans, and Jimmy knew that they would be a formidable barrier to her cunt. But he was determined to crack that barrier.
So while kissing the girl, he reached down to her thighs. Through the coarse material of the jeans, Jimmy could feel the warmth of her legs.
"I love the way you handle my tits," Karen said.
Jimmy smiled as he twisted his tongue around the chick's ear lobe. He was enjoying her tits under his chest. It suddenly seemed like a good idea to unbutton his own shirt so he could feel those fleshy melons against his skin.
He unbuttoned his shirt and leaned on Karen's tits. It was a wonderful sensation. Jimmy began to realize how much there was to sex that he'd never even imagined yet.
With Karen's big jugs flattened against his hard chest, Jimmy reached down to her thighs again. He was probing her ear with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, Jimmy, why haven't we come into these bushes before?" she whispered.
Jimmy was getting very confident. He thought he could conquer this chick totally.
"I've always wanted to get you into the bushes," he told her. "But you were always being chased by so many other guys."
As he complimented her, Jimmy was moving his fingers up her denim-encased thighs. Her thick legs filled the jeans tightly.
Soon Jimmy's fingers arrived at the crotch of Karen's jeans. But the thick folds of material prevented him from feeling what was hidden in there.
He realized that he would have to get his hand inside her pants if were to get at her pussy.
Jimmy kissed Karen on the mouth again, shoving his tongue in deeply. Then he moved his hand to the button that held her pants closed.
When the button on her jeans popped open, Jimmy expected to feel Karen's hand grab his wrist again. But she didn't. Rather, Jimmy felt her spreading her legs.
He pulled down the zipper, then he felt her smooth, warm belly spread out under his fingertips. And stretched across her belly was her sheer panties.
Jimmy was now more excited than he had been when he was about to fuck that whore that afternoon.
For the first time in his life he was going to get at a cunt without having to pay. At least, that's what he hoped.
But now that he was flying high with confidence, Karen grabbed his wrist just as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of her underpants.
"Don't stop me," he begged, immediately regretting the pleading tone of his voice. "Let me touch your pussy. You'll like it!"
And again, Jimmy felt the hand on his wrist loosen. As soon as he could, he began sliding his fingers into the tiny panties.
Jimmy's fingers slid right into Karen's cuntal curls. And when he felt that bristling hair, his heart leaped with passion. But as soon as Jimmy's middle finger found the top of her gash, his hand was stopped by the tight fit of Karen's jeans against her crotch.
"Ow, Jimmy," Karen moaned. "You're pulling my hair!"
Jimmy was cramming his' hand into her pants with all his might. No wonder Karen was complaining. But with the softness of her mound and the cleft of her crack at the tips of his fingers, Jimmy had lost control.
He realized, though, that he wasn't going to get his finger into her pussy until he had her pants pulled down.
So, with a tremendous effort of will power, Jimmy pulled his hand from her pants. Then he gripped the top of her jeans with both hands and began tugging them down.
"No, Jimmy, don't!" Karen gasped as she caught his hands in hers.
Jimmy could see the look on Karen's face, and it wasn't encouraging. He knew he would have to figure out a way to talk this chick into letting him get at her cunt.
"If you let me pull down your pants, I'll pull down mine," Jimmy bargained.
He watched Karen's face. She seemed to be considering the deal.
"Have you ever seen a guy's prick when it's hard?" he asked. "It's really something to see."
Karen hesitated. Then she said in a tiny voice, "Okay."
Her hands fell from Jimmy's wrists. She lifted her hips so he could drag her pants down over her ass.
It wasn't easy to get Karen's tight jeans down over her wide hips. But Jimmy kept tugging, and his eyes were bulging as he watched her hairy cunt rising over the elastic waistband of her undies.
Her hair was glistening in the dim light. Finally, the entire triangle was visible. When he had her pants down to her knees, Jimmy let go of them and reached for the plump cunt that lay waiting.
"You said you would pull your pants down too," Karen reminded him before he could grab her twat.
"Yeah, I will," Jimmy said.
Although he longed to get his fingers into her pussy, the idea of showing this girl his equipment seemed just as exciting.
So Jimmy got up onto his knees. With Karen's watching eagerly, he unfastened his belt and opened his pants. Then he pulled down his jeans and underpants with one tug.
Jimmy kept his eyes on Karen's face as he bared his cock. He saw how her eyes widened as his prick leaped out. Then he saw her eyes moving up and down with the twitching of his cock.
"God!" Karen gasped in awe. "I never knew a prick was so big! Look at how it hops up and down."
Jimmy lay down beside the girl again. The tip of his cock touched the side of her thigh. For a second Jimmy thought he was going to come just from the touch of his cock on Karen's warm skin.
But he didn't come. He reached for her crotch, and Karen was so preoccupied with the stiff prick throbbing against her leg that she hardly noticed Jimmy's fingers combing through her pubic hair.
But when Jimmy pressed a finger into her loose pussy-lips, Karen sucked in a deep breath between her teeth.
She was wet, Jimmy noticed as his fingers sank into the hot and slippery folds of her twat.
Even with the marvel of Jimmy's cock at her side, Karen could no longer forget that he was after her cunt. As his fingers entered her, her body stiffened.
"Ah-h-h,-h-h-h, oh, Jimmy!" she gasped breathlessly. "O-o-o-o-o-o."
Jimmy was now sliding his middle finger up her cunt-sleeve. As he felt the satin lining of that cave hugging his finger, he remembered how it felt to have his cock sliding in that whore's twat that afternoon.
Although Karen was wild with excitement from having her gash penetrated with Jimmy's strong finger, she hadn't forgot that his twitching tool was pressed against her thigh.
While wiggling with passion, Karen reached for Jimmy's prick. When Jimmy felt her fingers circling his thick rod, he began jerking his hips in an involuntary motion.
Jimmy's finger reached higher up Karen's twat. It stirred and wiggled high inside her among the juice and gripping walls of her cave.
Just looking at Karen told Jimmy that she was going to be so wild with lust that she wouldn't be able to stop him when he mounted her. He would replace his finger with his prick and fill this chick with boiling gism!
But for now, he was happy to have his finger in her cunt and his prick in her fist.
Jimmy began to realize that he'd made a mistake, though. The way he was bucking his hips was making his prick pump in Karen's hand. And since Karen was gripping his prick tightly, the loose skin was being pulled up over the bloated head with each jerk of Jimmy's hips.
When he felt his gism surging, he made a gallant effort to get his prick into her.
Pulling the throbbing cock from Karen's fist, Jimmy leaped on her. He took his finger from her grasping pussy. Then tried to pierce her cuntal mouth with his cock.
Too late! The first bullet of searing gism shot mightily, hitting Karen on the belly. Still, Jimmy fought to get his cock buried in her snatch before he stopped coming. But he was too inexperienced to stick his cock into her quickly, and Karen wasn't exactly helping.
Finally, Jimmy had to grab his prick and finish himself off so he wouldn't waste the orgasm.
It was a wonderful orgasm, too. As he jerked his prick, huge quantities of gism flowed from it, covering Karen with the sticky stuff.
"Oh, Jimmy," Karen breathed in amazement. "I've never seen anything like this!"
Having Karen's cunt and tits to watch while coming was fabulous. As long as he couldn't have his prick inside her, Jimmy figured that this was the next best thing.
"I wanted to fuck you," he said. "But, well...."
"That's all right," Karen's said understandingly. "I loved watching you come!"
"I can still fuck you," Jimmy offered.
His prick was still semi-hard, and he knew it would stiffen if he could try getting it into Karen's twat.
"No," Karen said. "But you can watch me come."
With that, she put her hand to her cunt. Jimmy watched her dip her middle finger into the top of her slot. He was surprised to see that she only buried her fingertip to the first knuckle.
Then the girl's hand began moving in rhythmic circles. Jimmy watched with a combination of lust and just plain interest. He could see that she was rubbing herself near the front of her gash, and not finger-fucking her tunnel as he had done to her.
Jimmy remembered hearing about something called a clit. Now he realized that that was what Karen was playing with.
Jimmy could see that rubbing her clit was having a profound effect on the girl. She was gyrating wildly, at least as wildly as she had been when Jimmy had his long finger up her cave.
Karen's tits wobbled heavily from side to side as she played with her clit. Her face wore an expression of extreme passion.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "Ah-h-h-h-h."
Her voice rose in pitch as she shook her body faster and faster. Then she lifted her head and shoulders from the grass, dropped them, then lifted them again.
Jimmy understood that she was convulsing in ecstasy. She was experiencing at least as much pleasure as he did when he jerked off. Jimmy never guessed that a chick could give herself so much joy by playing with herself.
Then Karen lay still. She was panting, and her finger was still dipped into her cunt.
"Wow, Karen," Jimmy gasped. "Do you do that often?"
"Yeah, almost every day," she admitted. "Don't you jerk off?"
"Sure, but I never thought girls do it too," Jimmy said.
Karen smiled at him. Then she pulled her finger from her cunt and pulled up her pants. Jimmy hated to see her cunt disappear into her pants. But he pulled up his pants too.
Then, before Jimmy knew it, they were walking back to the Civil War Memorial where the kids hung around.
When they got there, the whole gang was there. Karen began to act as though she hadn't been in the bushes with Jimmy. She talked and joked with all the boys, as usual.
Jimmy couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, however. He watched Karen and sneaked sniffs at his finger.
When he couldn't stand it any longer, he left. On his way home he kept lifting his finger to his nose. By the time he arrived at home, his prick was throbbing again.
CHAPTER FIVE
That Friday would live in Jimmy's memory for the rest of his life. In fact, the next few days were spent reliving his first fuck and the fun he'd had in the bushes with Karen.
Sally wondered what was wrong with her son. He stayed in bed all day Saturday and most of Sunday. Sally wondered if it could be due to his watching her get fucked on Thursday night.
If Sally had known of Jimmy's adventures, she might have felt differently. But by telling herself that the boy was stricken by the experience of watching her and Bill fucking, she got more and more horny.
Thinking that made Sally all the more fascinated with the boy. She planned to fuck Bill again where Jimmy could watch. If she could know that the boy was watching, she was sure she could have a super orgasm.
But she couldn't wait for a chance to get Bill over in the evening. Sally began dressing carelessly-that is, seemingly carelessly. Actually, she knew that her blouse wasn't buttoned properly at dinner. And when she bent over to put Jimmy's plate in front of him on the table, she saw his eyes flash at her blouse where her tits sagged, exposed.
And that evening, Sally "forgot to close her bedroom door. Since Jimmy had to pass her room on his way to the bathroom. Sally could give the boy some good views.
When Jimmy passed her bedroom door that evening and glanced in, he saw his mother standing in front of her mirror. In her hands she was holding her tits. She was watching herself in the mirror.
So naturally, when Jimmy got to the bathroom, his prick was hard and bucking.
Sally knew that her boy would have to relieve himself after seeing her naked body. So she scurried to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it.
Just as she'd expected, she could hear the fast and deep breathing that told her the boy was jerking off.
So right there in the hallway, Sally stuck her finger in her cunt and joined her son, without his knowledge, in self-induced pleasure. When Sally got back to her own room she licked her cunt-cream off her fingers, If only she could have watched her son jerking off, she would have been happy.
Sally lay down in bed, listening to her son's movements. When she heard him go back to his room and heard his bed springs take his weight, she listened carefully for further sounds. But there were none.
So Sally tried to fall asleep too.
But it was no use. Her body and mind were buzzing. When she felt that way at night, she knew that she would be awake until daybreak.
There was no point in lying awake in bed, she thought. She might as well get up and do something.
There was no point in lying awake in bed, she thought. She might as well get up and do something.
Being up in the middle of the night was lonely. It seemed that the whole city slept while Sally haunted her little corner.
Besides, being horny-as she constantly was lately-made it worse.
Sally wondered what was going on at that time ' of night, out in the city. As she thought about it, she began to think of the sexual underground that she'd read about. The whores and pimps and perverts would be prowling now, not to mention the all-night porno movies and bookstores.
But that was a world that Sally knew nothing about. Except for the articles she'd read about the night-life, it was a strange world.
Strange as it was, though, it seemed to fit her mood. Suddenly she felt like an explorer of the last century, about to plunge into the dark jungles of Africa. She began to plan her expedition.
Sally dressed in a sexy outfit-not quite like a whore, but sexier than her usual get-up. A low blouse showed her tits to their best advantage, and a short skirt put her shapely legs on display. She went easy on her make-up, though.
Then, full of excitement, she left the house.
She drove downtown through the empty streets. At first, she didn't think she was going to find anyone at all on the streets. But when she got into the sleazier part of town, things began to look alive.
Neon signs blazed, and people walked up and down the streets. Sally saw whores lounging in doorways, waiting for customers.
This was all new to her, and she would never have guessed that her son had been prowling these same streets just a few days before.
Now that the action was all around her, Sally felt her cunt juicing up, but she didn't know what she should do. She kept circling the block for a while, trying to decide.
When she stopped at a light, she noticed some whores going up to the car in front of her. She saw the driver nod, then one of the whores hopped into the car.
"Looking for anything in particular?" a woman's voice said suddenly.
Startled, Sally turned her head to see a woman with a brightly painted face leaning into the window of her own car.
"Uh, no," Sally said.
The light changed, and Sally took off. But she was thrilled at having a whore approach her. What could that whore have wanted with her? she wondered.
As Sally thought what she could have done with that whore, her cunt was so hungry that she had to slip her hand under her skirt. She circled the block one more time, this time with her finger in her twat.
But driving around wasn't going to get her anywhere, she knew. So, with a deep breath to give her courage, Sally pulled over and parked.
She found herself walking down the street, staring straight ahead and walking fast. She was aware of men's and women's eyes-on her, but no one said anything to her.
Sally realized that she was walking too fast. She looked like a chick on her way somewhere rather than a woman looking for action.
She forced herself to slow down. She even met the eyes of some men who were walking in the opposite direction.
"Hey, baby," a man said in a smoldering voice. "What's your hurry?"
But Sally didn't stop. She hadn't decided just what it was that she wanted. So she would just cruise for a while, she decided.
She passed a coffee shop. It was brightly lit and full of characters who looked like they were very much at home. It would be nice to go in there and watch the scene, Sally thought.
She found a seat at the counter that had a good view.
Sipping a cup of coffee, Sally watched the action: Whores sat with their pimps, elaborately dressed men with lots of feathers and jewelry.
"New talent?" a woman's voice said near Sally.
Sally turned to see two whores talking. But they were talking loud enough for her to hear. Sally froze when she realized that she wasn't invisible after all.
"Looks like nice stuff," the other whore said. "Too nice for the street."
"Must be one of Jojo's girls," the first one said.
"Hey, you new on the street?" the second whore said to Sally.
"No," Sally said, blushing. "I mean, I'm not a ... I'm just sort of hanging around."
The whores looked at each other as though they didn't believe her.
"Look, honey," one of them said. "You chicks from the suburbs can't just do business on the street. You get into trouble every time."
"But I'm not doing business," Sally said. "Really. I'm just having a cup of coffee and hanging around."
Sally was beginning to relax. These whores seemed to be interested in helping her out. They wanted to make sure she didn't get into trouble, and Sally was grateful.
But when she saw one of the whores get up and come to the seat next to her, Sally felt vulnerable and threatened.
"What's your game?" the whore said in a low voice. "Tell me, and maybe I can give you a hand."
Sally had to trust this woman. A whore was hard to fool, it seemed.
"Well, I couldn't sleep-mainly because I felt very horny," Sally said. "So I thought I'd come down here and just see if I ... I ... I really don't know what I'm after. Anything, I guess."
The whore smiled. Sally could tell that she believed her now.
The whore was young, but not as pretty as Sally. She had on too much make-up, and her hair was ridiculously curled.
Sally understood why the whore was concerned about someone, who looked like Sally, showing up on the street, seemingly in competition. But now Sally was sure the whore was on her side.
"You tell me what you're after and I'll see that you get it," the whore said.
"Well, I am awfully horny, but I don't know what I want," Sally said.
"Want to get fucked? Want to make it with a woman, or with several women for that matter?" the whore said. "How about watching some action?"
"Watching?" Sally asked, interest clearly sounding in her voice.
"Sure. I'll take you to Bertha's" the whore offered. "She runs a place near here. She has views into every room, and she'll let you peek. Then you can have whatever else you want."
"Gee, that does sound exciting," Sally said. "Do I have to give you some money?"
"Nah, Bertha'll pay me. You pay her," the whore said.
Sally went with the whore. It wasn't far, and she soon found herself climbing a flight of stairs. Then they entered a room where a stout old woman sat at a desk.
"Joyce, how are you, honey?" the old woman said.
"Fine," the whore said. "I brought Sally up to meet you. She said she'd like to get some views."
"Hello, Sally," the woman said. "I think we've got just what you want."
Sally saw Bertha pass the whore a folded bill. Then the whore left. Bertha told Sally it would cost her twenty dollars to enjoy the peep holes that Bertha had here.
While Sally was with Bertha, a man came in. Bertha greeted him, then took him to another room. When Bertha came back, she led Sally down a long hall, then into a small room.
"I've got a view of every room," Bertha explained. "That way I can make sure all our girls are giving good service. And, of course, the peep holes come in handy, just for fun."
As she spoke, Bertha moved a picture on the wall. Behind the picture was a glowing spot of light. Bertha motioned Sally over the wall. And when Sally put her eyes to that spot of light, she found that she had a clear view into a bedroom.
As her eyes focused, Sally became aware that she was watching a girl and man lying on a bed. They were naked, and were kissing.
Sally could see the man's hand lying on the chick's crotch, his middle finger out of sight.
"Wow," Sally said.
"Sh-h-h-h-h-h," Bertha whispered. "Let's not give ourselves away. Now, there are four peep holes in this room. You can stay and enjoy them for a half-hour. Then, if you want more time, it'll cost you another twenty."
"Okay, thanks," Sally whispered without taking her eye from that hole.
"I'll leave you now," Bertha said. "Have fun."
Sally couldn't pull her eye from that hole, especially since the whore began sucking her customer's cock.
Now that she was alone in the room, Sally stuck her hand up her skirt and into her undies. She slipped her middle finger up into the drooling lips of her cunt and stirred the juices simmering in there.
She watched and diddled her pussy as the man took his prick from the whore's mouth. Then he mounted her. As Sally watched his ass rising and falling, she moved her finger in and out of her cunt with the same rhythm.
When the fucking stopped, Sally moved to the other side of the room. Moving a picture aside, she found another peep hole. She hadn't taken her finger from her cunt as she crossed the room. Pressing her eye to this new hole, she kept her finger moving inside of her cunt.
Suddenly, Sally had the view of another whore with her customer, but this time the action was quite different. Sally didn't know why a man would pay a whore to jerk off while the man watched, jerking off himself. But that's what she saw.
But as Sally watched the man tugging at his prick, she pictured Jimmy doing that. Watching the whore rubbing her cunt was thrilling, too. It gave Sally an idea how she looked while masturbating.
After seeing that man fire bullets of gism, Sally waddled to another side of the room. She had to waddle because of the way she had her finger reaching high up into her cunt.
The next view Sally watched was the most interesting yet. A man lay on a bed while two whores straddled him. One was squatting over his face, and the other rode his cock as she crouched over his hips.
Sally's finger had brought her to the verge of coming. She thought the scene she was now watching was good enough to enjoy while coming, so she moved her fingertip from her deep tunnel to her clit.
Leaning on the wall for support, keeping her eye to the peep hole, Sally tickled her clit until she was shaking in ecstasy.
As she came, she watched the man, under the two whores, buck with ecstasy. Then the whore squatting on the man's face began howling with lust.
Sally let her own voice ring out in peals of joy. After all, in a whorehouse, sounds of lust were as natural as could be.
Sally had a wonderful climax, but she found that she was still horny. Peeking into the rooms had been fun, but Sally knew she should take full advantage of being in that joint. She should do something really kinky.
Sally found that she already had an idea. It must have been lingering in her mind for some time, coming to the surface only now.
Sally went looking for Bertha. She found her with a man in the reception room. After Bertha took the man away, Sally told her that she had an idea.
"Could I fuck one of your customers while someone peeks at me?" Sally asked.
"Sure, honey," Bertha said. "That can be arranged. It'll cost you twenty."
"Oh," Sally said. "Okay."
After all, why should she worry about the money? This wasn't something that she could do every day. Did it matter to her that Bertha could also charge the guy she fucked, and the guy who would get to look through the peep hole too?
Bertha led Sally to one of the bedrooms.
"First, I'll have to Find someone to watch. Then I'll send a man in for you to fuck," Bertha explained. "But I'll knock on the door as soon as there's someone at the peep hole, so you can begin right away, if you'd like."
Begin right away? Sally didn't quite understand, but she didn't say anything. She was too excited.
Sally hoped it wouldn't take long for Bertha to find the man she needed. But she was surprised at how soon she heard a knock at the door. Sally's heart missed a beat when she heard the knock. There was a man on the other side of the wall, and he was watching her.
Although Sally knew it would be exciting to be watched through a peep hole, she was surprised at the intensity of the passion that seized her now.
She also suddenly knew what Bertha had meant by beginning right away, for Sally knew that every move she made would be watched by some guy, who was probably holding his prick in his hand.
Forcing herself not to look at the peep hole, Sally got up from the bed where she'd been sitting. She moved toward a mirror that hung on the wall.
With every atom of her body buzzing with perverted pleasure, Sally began fooling around with her hair. Then she raised her hands to her blouse and began unbuttoning.
She unbuttoned slowly, feeling the lust radiating through the wall, from the man watching behind it.
When she slipped out of her blouse, she could almost feel the man's eyes on her. She turned this way and that, giving him a variety of views, both directly and in the mirror.
Then Sally slowly stripped her skirt off. After admiring the way her sheer underpants showed off her cunt and the crack of her ass, she slipped out of that tiny garment.
Now she was showing, whoever was watching, the full glory of her naked body. But she had a lot more to show, so she walked to the bed with her ass wiggling heavily behind her. When she lay down on the bed, she really began showing off.
She lay with her thighs opened just enough to give the man on the other side of the peep hole a peek at her spread gash. Then she lifted her hands to her chest and gripped her tits.
She played with her nipples just as she did when she was home, masturbating in her room. As she got hotter, she let her legs spread until she could feel her slot cooling from the evaporation of her juices.
There was a sudden muffled sound on the other side of the wall. Sally interpreted that to be the sound of a guy hitting the wall with his fist as he pumped his prick.
Then there was another knock on the door, but this knock wasn't as exciting as the last one had been. This knock only indicated that there was a man out there who wanted to come in and fuck her.
"Come in," Sally called.
There was a moment of kinky excitement, knowing that she was going to have to fuck some guy she'd never seen before. She was glad that he turned out to be rather handsome.
But Sally's main concern was the eye that was focused on her from the other side of the wall.
"Hello," the man said as he began pulling off his clothes.
"Hi," Sally said with a smile.
She reached or her cunt and began spreading it with her fingers. Before this guy in the room mounted her, obscuring the view, she wanted to show the peeking guy everything she had.
Before long, she was confronted with a stiff and jerking prick. The man climbed onto the bed.
"Would you like to suck me?" he asked.
"Sure," Sally cooed. "Why don't you sit right down on my tits?"
The man did as she suggested, and Sally took his prick into her mouth. But while sucking him, she kept her legs spread and a finger at her cunt to hold it open for the benefit of whoever was watching.
"Let me get my prick into your twat," the man on her tits said, after a while.
Sally had to hide her pussy for a while under this guy's body. She hoped whoever was watching would enjoy seeing her getting fucked.
With the prick in her, Sally was soon writhing in the grip of an orgasm. But the orgasm was special, and more intense, because she knew it was being witnessed by some unseen voyeur.
When he was through, the man climbed off of Sally. He thanked her, then dressed and left.
Sally didn't know if someone was still watching or not. But just in case there was, she reached into her cunt again. With the gism in there, she began to rub herself off.
But then the door opened and Bertha came in. Sally didn't stop massaging her soaking cunt, though.
"Well, did you like it?" Bertha asked.
"Yes, it was great," Sally said, still rubbing her pussy.
Sally realized that there was no longer anyone on the other side of the peep hole, but having Bertha watching her was nice.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned as another orgasm came.
"We can have another customer at the peep hole, if you'd like," Bertha said. "It'll be another twenty."
"No," Sally said as she relaxed. "I think I've had enough for now. But I'll come back some time."
"Yes, I'm sure you will," Bertha said.
On her way back to her car, Sally happened to see an older woman trip and fall to her knees. She rushed over to her and helped her up.
"Oh, thank you dearie," the old lady said. "The old legs aren't what they used to be."
Sally could tell that the old woman was a nice lady. Sally's heart went out to her. She offered her a ride.
"Thank you, honey," the old lady said. "I don't live far."
Sally helped her to the car and drove where the old woman told her to go.
"I shouldn't be out at this time of night," the old lady said, "but old habits are hard to break. I've been going to Bertha's every week for years."
Sally couldn't believe that this little old woman had been in the same whorehouse she had just come from herself.
Sally asked her what she had been doing there.
"Well, I just love watching," the old lady said. "Can't do much myself, but I love watching."
The old lady cackled, but Sally still hadn't made the connection.
"Saw a real beauty tonight," the old woman said. "Beautiful woman. Played with her tits until her customer showed up. Then she sucked him while he sat on her tits. And the whore kept fingering her own cunt all the while. Beautiful! Beautiful!"
Suddenly, Sally's brain engaged. Finding out that this little old woman was the one who'd watched her was a shock. She didn't say anything, though. Soon the old lady said they had arrived at her house.
Before Sally got home, she realized that she hadn't told Bertha she wanted it to be a man peeking. So what did it matter? Sally had had a great time anyhow.
CHAPTER SIX
The recent episode in the bushes with Karen had made Jimmy even more desperate. A few days later, he called her to try and arrange another meeting.
Karen said she was going to be busy every second for the next week. Jimmy didn't believe her, but he got the hint.
Then he began carting deposit bottles back to the store. He hoped to raise enough money to go back to the whore he'd fucked, but by dinner time, all he'd raised wouldn't even get him a feel.
That evening, Jimmy went out, as usual, to the park. There, he asked several girls to go into the bushes with him. The only one who would, however, stopped him after he gave her tits a quick once over.
By the time Jimmy got home that evening, he was raving with horny passion.
"Hi, honey," his mother said when he came in.
"Hi," Jimmy said through clenched teeth. He had to go right to his room. Just the sight of his mother, sitting in the living room, made Jimmy horny with longing.
Sally knew that teenage boys had a tough time of it, but she was having her problems, too. The sight of her son was almost as devastating for her as Jimmy's sight of his mother, sitting with her tits thrust out.
So the evening was passed in masturbatory exertions for both mother and son. Sally sat in the living room with her hand in her slacks and her finger in her cunt. The thought of her son walking in on her only made her rubbing off more exciting.
But Jimmy didn't walk in on her. He stayed in his room. He jerked off, then lay in bed thinking of all the sexual experiences he'd had. He thought about the time he'd watched his mother getting fucked, and he thought about fucking that whore.
When he was buzzing with lust again, he jerked off a second, then a third time.
But an evening full of jerking off only left him with a sore cock. His passion wasn't diminished one bit.
When Jimmy heard his mother going to bed that night, he tried to imagine her body sliding between the sheets. He thought about her tits lying heavily on the bed, stacked up on top of each other as his mother lay on her side.
Suddenly, Jimmy felt a jolt, as though he'd been kicked in the stomach. But he hadn't been touched. The jolt came from a wild, impossible idea.
He lay in bed, holding his thick prick, thinking about his plan. The thought that he might be capable of it terrified him.
But the more he thought, the more he felt powerless to resist.
His idea was to sneak into his mother's room as she slept, and feel her up. And as ridiculous as it seemed, Jimmy became more and more excited.
If his mother caught him, it would be awfully embarrassing, to say the least. He would never be able to face her again.
By the time Jimmy knew that he was actually going to go through with that kinky plan of his, he couldn't stop trembling. But how could he be sure his mother was asleep?
He looked at his clock: Twelve-thirty. His mother had gone to bed about half an hour earlier. Would she be sleeping now? And if she was, would she be sleeping deeply enough for him to be able to touch her without waking her?
Jimmy forced himself to wait another half-hour. It occurred to him that he should jerk off once more. One more orgasm might save him from the dangerous plan he'd devised. But his prick was too sore, and besides, he didn't want just another climax-he wanted his mother's soft body.
At one o'clock, Jimmy slipped out of bed. He was shivering, although he was hot and covered with sweat. He realized that this was the first really warm night of the summer, so he hoped his mother wouldn't be covered.
Jimmy saw that her door was slightly open, as usual. But by the time he got to her door, he was so nervous that he didn't think he could go through with the plan. But, at the same time, he couldn't resist.
He stuck his head into his mother's room. The smell of her sweet, hot body filled his nose. Then he heard her breathing deeply and slowly.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Mom?" slightly louder.
When she didn't answer, Jimmy knew that she was indeed asleep.
Now he was really scared. She was lying asleep a few steps away, and he knew he couldn't keep himself from going to her.
Going into the room, Jimmy stood just inside of the door. His heart was pounding, and his prick was keeping the beat. There was just enough light to let him see the woman's body.
As his eyes grew accustomed to the dim light, Jimmy saw that his mother was covered only by a sheet. One leg stuck out at the side of the bed, un covered to her thigh. Her tits were barely covered.
Now Jimmy could hear his mother's breathing even better, and he could tell that she was sleeping quite deeply. But would she remain asleep?
Jimmy began walking toward her bed. His feet moved automatically, as though his sleeping mother was drawing him to her with magnetism.
When Jimmy was standing over the sleeping woman, he was filled with outrageous lust at having such a beautiful body at his disposal.
Reaching down at the crotch of his pajamas, Jimmy let his prick loose. The huge rod stood out from his crotch, nodding its head above Sally's sleeping body.
Then Jimmy bent over and slowly reached for his mother's chest. His hand shook, so he moved it slowly, so there would be no chance of making a clumsy movement.
When his fingers touched the sheet on his mother's tit, Jimmy gasped.
Gently, he let his fingers rest on his mother's reclining jug. As his fingers rested on that softness, he could feel the heat of her body on this warm summer night.
When Jimmy had the weight of his hand lying on his mother's tit, he could feel its firmness, yet he could tell how soft and smooth that flesh was. The tit was rising and falling slowly in time with Sally's breathing.
Jimmy squeezed slightly. His fingers pressed into her tit and he felt her nipple, soft now, under the sheet.
After moving his hand from one tit to the other, Jimmy decided to press his luck further. He grabbed the sheet and began pulling it down. His eyes moved from his mother's now appearing tits to her face, looking for signs of waking.
But Jimmy was able to expose his mother's nipples without causing the least change in her placid expression.
Jimmy stood, staring down at his mother's nipples as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her tits were gorgeous, and after enjoying the sight, Jimmy reached out again.
He touched the naked tits with his fingertips, gradually letting his fingers rest on the creamy mounds of heavenly softness.
With his hand resting on his mother's boob, Jimmy was descending into a whirlpool of dizzy passion. If only he could squeeze these tits as he longed to, if only he could climb aboard her body and caress it with all his might!
But Jimmy was satisfied to merely explore his mother's naked body, like a spy behind enemy lines.
When he'd had his fill of her tits, Jimmy felt a wave of dizziness pass over him as he realized what was next in his plan.
Looking closely at the middle of his mother's body, Jimmy could tell exactly where her cunt lay. The sheet was sagging between Sally's spread thighs. The idea that only a thin sheet kept that treasure from him made Jimmy shake even more violently.
He bent over the middle of the bed and reached out. Again he looked up at his mother's face for signs of restlessness, but as he felt her bristling cuntal curls under the sheet, he didn't see her face move one muscle.
Feeling his mother's pubic hair seemed too incredible to believe. But Jimmy wasn't going to satisfy himself with feeling her hair through a sheet.
He lifted his hand and moved closer to the foot of the bed. He was on the same side of the bed where Sally's leg was exposed. The sheet formed a tunnel along her thigh, and Jimmy knew he wanted to travel through that tunnel.
Getting into position, Jimmy began reaching under the sheet. His hand grazed his mother's bare thigh, but she didn't show any sign of having felt it.
Higher and higher, Jimmy's hand moved. It was tremendously hot under the sheet between his mother's thighs.
Finally, with his arm stuck under the sheet to his elbow, Jimmy could feel both of his mother's thighs as they converged on her crotch. Then, moving his hand another inch, he felt damp hairs entangling his fingertips.
Jimmy was bent over uncomfortably, but he didn't notice the ache in his back or the way his legs strained. But who would, under the circumstances?
Watching his mother's face, Jimmy slid his hand into her crotch another inch. He felt the loose lips of her twat. Below that soft mouth, he examined the bottoms of her asscheeks. God, but a woman's crotch was a delight! he thought.
As carefully as he could, Jimmy pressed a finger between the loose lips of Sally's cunt. He felt ridges of amazingly delicate flesh.
But he couldn't get his finger into her snatch very far with the light touch he was applying to it, and he didn't dare press harder.
But he didn't have to do so. Just having a fingertip inserted into his mother's snatch as she slept was so fabulously exciting that Jimmy was on the verge of coming, and he hadn't even touched his prick!
Suddenly, the bed heaved. The sheet was moving over Sally's body, and Jimmy withdrew his hand as though he'd found it in a furnace.
Jimmy never knew how horrible it could feel to be scared to death. But his heart stopped and his stomach tightened so much that he couldn't breathe. His brain surged in an effort to think of something to say to his mother as she awoke.
There was no possible excuse for his being there, leaning over her bed, Jimmy realized.
But Sally merely turned over and lay still.
When Jimmy realized that he hadn't been caught after all, he retreated from her room as quickly as he could.
Jimmy stood in the hall, trembling and gasping for air. His prick was the only part of his body that hadn't been scared. In fact, his cock was still jerking wildly as it stuck out of his pajamas.
He grabbed that jerking spike and was about to give it the few pumps it would need to explode. To his utter amazement, though, Jimmy found that he didn't want to jerk off without his hand on his mother's body. After touching her most vital areas, jerking off out there in the hall just wasn't good enough!
He had to go back into her room.
But before he did, Jimmy hurried to his room and got his flashlight. Then he was standing at his mother's bed again.
She was lying on her stomach now, with one leg thrust out to the side. But the sheet was pulled farther up her thigh than it had been before.
Jimmy bent down and switched on the light. Shielding the beam of light with his hand to prevent it from shining on his mother's face, he peered under the sheet.
In the dark room, the area between Sally's legs was now lit like a circus tent. Jimmy gasped as he looked at his mother's cunt. Her legs were spread wide enough to show him the crack of her twat, and he could give her inner-lips peeking out. Her wide ass was a beautiful sight, too.
After looking for a while, Jimmy switched off the light and reached under the sheet.
Being more careful this time, Jimmy felt his mother's pussy-lips. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock. Now he was eager to jerk off and get out of there. The tension of his mission was wearing him out.
As Jimmy felt his gism gathering, ready to flow, he noticed that his mother's pussy was wet. The lips were awash with the same slippery juice he'd found in Karen's cunt.
It seemed strange that his mother's twat would get wet in her sleep, but Jimmy was beyond caring about details like that. Now his brain was short-circuiting with the joy of his orgasm.
When his prick stopped spewing, Jimmy withdrew his hand and wiped up the spilled gism.
He rushed back to his own room, where he lay on his bed, trying to relax. Of course, he probably could have relaxed better if he hadn't lifted his hand to his face, where he was licking the juice of his mother's cunt from his fingers.
But as Jimmy lay in bed, recovering from his excursion into his mother's room, he was missing something interesting.
Sally couldn't believe it when she woke. But she knew immediately what was happening, so she wasn't scared and was able to lie still.
She didn't know that her sleeping brain had sensed Jimmy's fingers on her cunt, and she didn't remember rolling over. But when the fingers were back in her twat again, she couldn't remain asleep.
At first she remained still, pretending to still be asleep only so she wouldn't embarrass the boy. But in a few seconds, she knew that she would hate to lose the sensation of having her cunt tickled.
And she had to admit that it was thrilling having her own son fingering her in her sleep.
So Sally had forced herself to lie still. Of course, she had to grip the edge of the mattress with her hands, and she had to concentrate on her breathing so she wouldn't begin panting.
Having the boy fingering her so gingerly was torture. Sally wanted him to plunge his fingers into her soaking cavern.
When she heard Jimmy gasping in ecstasy, Sally came within a hair's breadth of giving up her sleeping act. She was dying to roll over and grab the boy into her arms. She could have his prick inside of her by the time his gism flowed!
But she couldn't do it. After all, the boy might have been so shocked that he might never recover. Besides, Sally knew that a mother couldn't have her own son. Still, it does happen, so....
As Jimmy lay in his bed, trying to catch his breath. Sally reached into her crotch and did all the things she wished Jimmy could have done for her. As she thrust two fingers in and out of her twat and rubbed her clit, she wondered what Jimmy would do in the future. If he remained as horny as he was now, Sally knew he would have to come into her room again.
And that was just what Jimmy was thinking. He was obviously a slave to his lust, and with his mother's body so available as she slept, there was no way he was going to be able to resist visiting her in her sleep again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jimmy disappeared early the next morning, and Sally was glad he wasn't around. Neither of them could face the other without blushing, after the kinky events of the night before.
But Sally was so stricken by her feeling of passion for her son that she couldn't even do any housework. All she could do was wander around the house, staring out the windows, looking for Jimmy. As she wandered around, she kept her hand in her robe, fingering her drooling slot.
Finally, she just had to get out. She had to be in public-it was the only way she could force herself to get her finger out of her cunt.
Sally dressed and went to a friend's house. Gail lived down the street, and the women frequently got together for coffee.
But Sally found that, even when sitting opposite from Gail at the kitchen table, all she could think of was Jimmy.
"What's the matter?" Gail asked.
"Huh?" Sally asked, startled.
She couldn't very well pretend that nothing was the matter. After all, she hadn't gotten into gossiping at all. She hadn't even heard a word Gail had said.
"Oh, I don't know," Sally said as she rested her head on her hand.
"You don't know?" Gail asked.
"It's Jimmy," Sally said. "I'm worried about him. He's so, well, so horny."'
"Ha," Gail laughed. "And who isn't?"
Sally looked at her friend. Gail was a sexy blonde, about Sally's age. And Gail's body, while no match for Sally's, was nice, slim and curvy.
Sally hadn't planned on telling anyone about Jimmy's excursion into her room the night before. But now, as Sally looked into her friend's face, she knew she was going to tell everything.
Gail listened to the story with interest. In fact, Sally could see Gail's eyes widening and her nostrils flaring.
"Gee, what are you going to do?" Gail asked when Sally had finished her story.
"That's just it," Sally said. "I'm afraid I'm going to drag the boy into bed with me if that happens again. What else can I do? I'm dying to fuck that kid."
Gail was silent. She sat, staring at Sally, for a long time. Sally stared back, waiting for Gail's advice.
"Maybe you could divert yourself somehow," Gail suggested.
Sally was disappointed. She didn't know what she had expected Gail to say, but that wasn't it. It was funny, though, Sally thought. Maybe she should join a bowling league to keep her mind off her son.
For some reason, Sally did expect Gail would help her. She didn't know how, but there was something about Gail that seemed to offer a way for Sally to keep her hands off of her son.
"You might need something new in your sex life," Gail continued. "Maybe if you direct your horniness at something other than Jimmy, you could forget about fucking him."
Gail was making sense, Sally knew. But there was more than just sense in her words. There must have been, because Sally was feeling her passions stirring. Her cunt was getting wet, and her tits ached to be caressed.
"But what should I do?" Stilly asked in a pitiful voice.
Gail just looked at her, with her mouth curled up at one side.
Suddenly, Sally knew just what Gail had in mind. Then she realized that she, Sally, had known all along! Sally felt a pang of perverted lust rush through her.
Sally was remembering a time when she had first met Gail. They had been talking about fucking, and Gail mentioned that she used to make it with chicks as well as with men.
Sally had gotten the impression that Gail still fooled around with chicks once in a while. She even got the impression that Gail was gauging Sally's interest in lesbianism.
Now Sally realized that she had repressed that memory. But it had always been smoldering in her brain, and that was why she had come to see Gail now. That was why she told her the story about Jimmy and her lust for the boy!
But Sally felt paralyzed now. Gail would have to make the first move. But Gail remained seated, looking at Sally, waiting patiently.
"Oh, Gail!" Sally yelled, coming to life suddenly.
Sally rushed around the table and fell to her knees. Burying her face between Gail's slender thighs, Sally clung to her for salvation.
"Will you make it with me?" Sally asked in a little girl's voice.
"Sure, I will," Gail said. "I'd love to. I've wanted to ever since I first met you."
Sally looked up from Gail's lap, and Gail bent her head to kiss Sally.
As soon as Sally felt Gail's lips on her own, she knew that this was just what she needed. Gail was kissing her like no man had ever done in her life.
As Gail slipped her tongue into Sally's mouth, Sally became a believer in lesbianism. Not that she intended to give up men, but she wouldn't deny herself the joys of having another woman in her arms.
As they kissed, Sally rose up from the floor where she had been kneeling. Without taking her mouth from Gail's, she got onto Gail's lap, her thighs straddling Gail's hips.
The two of them sat like that on that kitchen chair for a long time. They kept their mouths pressed together as their tongues intertwined. Sally couldn't believe how delicately another woman could kiss her.
Then Sally felt Gail's hands moving up her chest. Still kissing, Sally drew in a deep breath through her nose.
The hands on Sally's tits were skillful, more skillful than any man's hands had ever been. Sally guessed that it must take a woman to know how another woman likes to have her tits manipulated.
Gail had her fingers spread wide as she gripped Sally's jugs. As she squeezed that supple flesh, she pushed her palms down onto Sally's erect nipples.
"M-mm-mm-mm," Sally moaned softly into Gail's mouth.
Then Sally reached for Gail's tits. Gail had small tits. But they were beautifully shaped.
As she held her friend's boobs, Sally realized that she had never touched a pair of tits that weren't her own. She also realized that she had missed a lot of enjoyment and excitement.
"Let's go to my room," Gail said, as she pulled her mouth from Sally's for the first time since they began kissing.
Sally got off Gail's lap, but it wasn't easy for her to release her tits. Only because she knew she could soon have them again did she find the courage to let those soft globes fall from her hands.
Gail led the way to her room, with Sally following. As she followed her friend to their ecstasy, Sally watched Gail's small ass twitch back and forth in her tight slacks.
As they entered Gail's room, Sally felt as if she were about to enter a new world. When Gail grabbed her and squeezed their tits together, Sally knew it was true.
Then Gail began to undress. Sally did likewise.
Sally had never seen Gail naked, even though they had been friends for years. Under these circumstances, it was very exciting.
Gail pulled off her blouse. Sally did the same.
"I've always loved how your tits turn up at the nipples," Gail said, staring at Sally's jugs.
"And I've always wanted small ones, like yours," Sally said.
By this time, Gail had her pants and underpants off. As she stood, on display. Sally devoured the lithe, bony body with her eyes.
"Oh, Gail, you're beautiful!" Sally gasped.
"Do you really think so?" Gail asked as she reached up and cupped her own tits in her hands.
"Oh, yes!" Sally said.
Sally was now looking at the hairy triangle of Gail's cunt. The thought that Gail would expect her to stick a finger, and maybe a tongue, into that organ sent a shiver through her.
Gail stepped forward. The two chicks put their arms around each other again and pulled their bodies into a tight embrace.
Since Gail was slightly shorter, her tits fitted nicely below Sally's. Sally found that a pair of tits pressing against her chest was a spectacular sensation. Especially with her tongue in another woman's mouth.
But Gail stepped away from Sally. She took Sally by the hands and led her to the bed. They lay down, then kissed again.
Sally felt Gail's small legs wrap around one of her thick thighs. Then the heat of Gail's cunt washed over Sally's thigh.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sally cried in delirious joy.
Gail caressed one of Sally's tits again. Sally returned the caress. Then Gail took her mouth from Sally's.
Sally lay on her back as Gail slid down her body. Sally experienced each new lesbian thrill with more passion than she'd felt the night before, while Jimmy explored her sleeping body.
Gail's thin body moved like a snake. Before Sally knew what Gail was up to, she felt her friend's hot mouth wrap around one of her nipples.
"Oh, Gail," Sally moaned. "No one's ever sucked me like you do!"
"Yeah, women do it differently, don't we?" Gail said, then went back to sucking.
Sally lay still, her hands clutching Gail's shoulders. As she sucked Sally's tits, Gail had her own hard nipples pressed into Sally's stomach.
Gail had a wonderful way of fluttering her tongue quickly and lightly over Sally's nipples. Sally began writhing with pleasure.
"Oh, Gail!" Sally moaned. "Why haven't we done this years ago?"
"Well, at least we're doing it now," Gail whispered, covering Sally's wet tit with her hot mouth. "And we'll keep on doing it as long as you like."
Then Gail crept back up to Sally's side. She thrust her small pointed tits at Sally's face.
"Now, suck my tits!" Gail said breathlessly.
Sally bent her head to the small peaks of Gail's boobs. She opened her mouth, devouring the hard cone at the tip of one tit.
It didn't take long for Sally to begin sucking Gail's tits with a genuine lust. It had never occurred to her that sucking another chick's jugs could be so much fun, and so thrilling!
Before long, Sally was devouring Gail's tits hungrily. She opened her mouth to consume the whole tit. Then she lifted her face and took just the nipple between her teeth, and bit down.
As Gail gyrated with the joy of having a newcomer to lesbianism sucking her tits, she wrapped her legs around Sally's hips and ground her hot cunt against Sally's pelvis. Sally was learning what it meant to be a truly sensuous woman.
"You're a genius at tit-sucking," Gail said. "It feels fantastic!"
"M-mm-mm-m," Sally hummed, unable to take her mouth from Gail's tits.
As she sucked Gail's jugs, Sally began exploring the rest of her body with roaming hands.
Reaching down Gail's back, Sally came to the tight, round cheeks of her ass. She took each cheek into her hand in turn, squeezing and massaging. Then she ran her fingertips up and down the crack.
Sally's fingers were moving closer to the bottom of Gail's ass with every stroke of her fingers. It didn't take long for her to feel the dampness at the tops of Gail's thighs.
Then Gail took her cunt from Sally's hip. Now the wet slot was available to Sally's fingers.
Still sucking her friend's tits. Sally began moving her fingers down to Gail's gaping twat. She approached from the rear, her fingers arriving at the entrance to Gail's tunnel. The juice running from it wet Sally's fingers.
"Stick a finger up my pussy!" Gail gasped.
Sally trembled as she obeyed. She'd had her finger up her own cunt enough to know how much fun it was. But finger-fucking Gail was a hundred times more exciting.
Sally's slender finger slipped into Gail's snatch effortlessly. Sally could tell that her friend had a tighter twat than her. But Gail was slimmer, so it was to be expected.
"Oh, Sally!" Gail sighed. "Stick another finger in!"
Sally obeyed.
"Now, stretch me!" Gail cried. "That's it! I love that!"
Sally found that she loved having her fingers in another woman's cunt. She loved having Gail's slim body writhing against her own. And she was proud of herself for causing a sexy chick like Gail to writhe in passion.
Gail pulled Sally's face from her tits and up to her face. They kissed deeply.
Now Gail could reach Sally's cunt, too. She didn't waste any time in caressing Sally's hot mound.
Sally thrilled to the touch of Gail's skillful fingers on the lips of her twat. Gail's fingertip tickled the slit, then gently spread it.
When Sally's pussy was opened and vulnerable, Gail reached in with her middle finger and began tracing the ridges of Sally's inner-lips.
Sally kept her fingers wiggling inside of Gail's twat as she enjoyed Gail's fingers in her own. Gail was proving again that, women could touch each other in ways far more exciting than a man could.
Gail's fingers, still holding the lips of Sally's cunt opened, were filling Sally with wild lust.
Then Gail's long, slim middle finger began to invade Sally's cuntal tube. Sally felt the digit rising in her slowly and carefully.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned into Gail's mouth as they continued to rise.
The chicks were holding each other like bowling balls, their fingers stuck in each other's crotch.
But things began changing quickly.
Sally, through a veil of delirium, felt Gail's mouth leaving her own. Then Gail's fingers disappeared from her cunt. But it was only when Sally felt Gail's pointed tits sliding down her stomach that Sally knew what to expect.
Soon Gail was between Sally's legs. Sally lifted her head. Looking down, she saw her friend staring into her cunt.
Gail was holding Sally's twat open as she enjoyed the sight. Then Gail's face moved forward. Even though Sally expected it, the touch of Gail's tongue on the interior of her twat made her moan and her body tense.
Sally saw Gail's eyes sparkle and shine as the chicks' eyes met over the horizon of Sally's hairy mound.
Gail's cunt-licking was sensational. Her strong tongue moved around Sally's spread gash with eager, yet gentle, swipes.
Sally had to throw her head back and grab her own tits as she was filled with intense pleasure.
Now Gail's longue was poking up her juice-filled tunnel. Then it would take a quick lick at her clit, then disappear up her tunnel again.
With that treatment, it didn't take long for Sally to begin shaking with rapture.
"Oh, Gail?" she groaned. "That's so-o-o-o-o-o wonderful! Uh-h-h-h."
Gail stuck her tongue as far up Sally's cavern as she could reach, then wiggled it with all her might. Sally's body began wiggling just as Gail's tongue wiggled, with equal speed and energy. The bed bounced and creaked.
"Oh, God!" Sally screamed as she began zooming up to her climactic pinnacle.
Gail kept her tongue circling Sally's clit as Sally went wild with orgasmic bliss.
"I've never come like this!" Sally hollered as she went into fits of pleasure.
Gail didn't ease the pressure of her tongue on Sally's hard clit as Sally kept writhing. Finally, though, Sally had to shove Gail's face from her crotch, or she would have lost her mind to her continuing climax.
Then Sally saw Gail lift her face. It was covered with cunt juice. Gail lay on top of Sally and kissed her. Sally loved sucking her own cunt juice from Gail's mouth.
"Now, will you suck my cunt?" Gail asked.
"Sure," Sally whispered. "But I've never done it before, you know. You'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right."
"I'm sure you'll do it just right," Gail said as she lay on her back and spread her legs.
Trembling with both eagerness and bashfulness, Sally got between Gail's legs. As soon as she saw the pink gash shining through Gail's pubic hair, Sally's mouth began watering.
Imitating Gail's technique, Sally put her hand on Gail's twat and spread the lips. Sally saw that, unlike her own inner-lips, Gail's were like little wings. But rather than the body of a butterfly between those wings, there was the dark void of Gail's cave.
Peering into her pussy was making Sally surprisingly eager to follow her gaze with her tongue. But first she ran her fingers over the interior of Gail's wide-spread cunt.
"You have a wonderfully light touch," Gail gasped as she looked down between her tits at Sally.
Then Sally closed her eyes, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She moved forward until she felt the wet interior of Gail's pussy meet her tongue.
As the salty flavor of Gail's juice filled her mouth. Sally began drooling. Her saliva, mixed with Gail's love juice, ran down her chin, wetting Gail's thighs.
"Oh, Sally, I knew you'd be wonderful!" Gail moaned, "it's wonderful, wonderful!"
Encouraged by Gail's sexy words, Sally began probing and exploring with her tongue. She tongued up Gail's flowing tunnel and tickled her clit.
"See if you can flutter your tongue right on my clit," Gail suggested in a shaky voice. "Yeah-h-h!
Sally was having the time of her life. If she'd known how much she would love cunt-lapping, she would have started years before. In any case, she promised herself, as she kept her tongue wagging in Gail's pussy, that she would make up for lost time.
With her tongue fluttering over Gail's clit, Sally could feel her friend's body begin to quake. Sally looked over Gail's stomach and saw her small tits begin to wobble. And between her tits, Sally watched Gail's face screw up in a grimace of pure passion.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Gail moaned. "You're wonderful! You're going to make me come like crazy!"
Sally kept fluttering her tongue and watching its results.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Gail cried suddenly in a piercing sound.
Gail grabbed handfuls of Sally's long hair as she climaxed. Sally found that she had to hold on to Gail's thighs to keep her face form being shaken out of her crotch as Gail began bucking.
"I'm coming!" Gail yelled. "Oh, Sally. You're making me come!"
It was just as pleasurable giving a climax as it was getting one, Sally realized.
As Gail continued writhing, Sally tried to keep her tongue on her clit. But it wasn't easy. Sally wound up using her tongue and lips, as well as her nose and chin, to keep Gail's clit massaged.
Then Gail's body gave a final heave before laying still.
Gail grabbed at Sally's body, dragging it up over her. As Sally climbed over her friend, a few drops of saliva dripped from her chin onto Gail's sweating body.
Then they pressed their mouths together again, sharing the juice that soaked Sally's face.
The lesbians lay in bed holding each other for over an hour.
When Sally left Gail, she had a new interest in life and a date with Gail for another lesbian cunt-lapping session.
But she still had her hunger for Jimmy. Sucking Gail's cunt, as nice as it had been, hadn't diminished her lust for her own son one bit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now, every night when she went to bed, Sally half expected to be awakened by Jimmy's fingers probing into her cunt. But she had four nights of uninterrupted sleep since she first awoke with her son's fingers in her cunt.
In a way, Sally was relieved, but at the same time, she was disappointed.
Sally knew what would happen if she woke up to find Jimmy fingering her again. She would fuck him, and she wouldn't try to resist. She was beyond that. Incestuous lust had beaten her.
But Sally was getting worried. What if the boy had found some girl his age to play around with? He would lose interest in her, Sally feared.
She even suspected that Gail might have beaten her to the boy. After all, Jimmy passed by Gail's house several times every day. Gail wouldn't fail to notice that he was a prime piece of meat.
So, every evening when she got into bed, Sally lay awake, listening for her son's approaching footsteps. For four nights she had fallen asleep without having heard them.
Sally was afraid Jimmy would come into her room and finger her without waking her. So she began jerking off more frequently and more vigorously. That way, she hoped her cunt would be sensitive enough to alert her if any stray fingers wandered into her cunt as she slept.
As for Jimmy, he was almost as expectant as his mother, concerning his next nightly raid on her body.
So far, though, the tension of his last visit to his sleeping mother had kept him from repeating his perverted raid. But now he was finding that the temptation was growing.
As he grew hornier, Jimmy remembered how thrilling it had been to stick a finger into his mother's twat and jerk off. Although he'd been jerking his prick a few times a day since that event, none of his recent orgasms had been nearly as good as the one he had while fingering his sleeping mother.
So, when night came five days after Jimmy's nocturnal foray in his mother's room. He found the temptation overwhelming.
He lay in bed, listening to his mother going back and forth to the bathroom as she prepared for bed. Then Jimmy lay in his dark room in the silence of the dark house. He waited for his mother to fall into a deep enough sleep for him to repeat his past adventure.
In her room, Sally lay awake, hoping that Jimmy would come to her. But after five nights of only hope, she began to fall asleep before long.
Her mind was attuned to being visited, though. So as soon as Jimmy pushed her door open, Sally's eyes popped open. But she quickly shut them as she pretended to remain asleep.
She was on her back again, so her face was exposed. How could she let the boy begin to feel her body without showing the lust on her face? But if she didn't let the boy begin to explore her body, he would most likely make up some excuse for leaving. Then he would leave before Sally could get her hands on him.
Sally concentrated on her imitation of sleep. And even though her cunt was dripping and her tits were crying out to be massaged, she lay still.
Listening to the boy's footsteps coming closer, Sally found that pretending to be asleep wasn't that easy. She felt her eyelids flutter. She had to redouble her efforts to relax.
Finally she felt the warmth of Jimmy body beside her. She waited for the touch of his fingers on her body.
But Sally was in for a surprise.
Rather than feeling fingers descend on her tits or creep into her crotch, she felt a warm touch on her mouth. It was so unexpected that her eyes automatically popped open. And what she saw surprised her. She knew her son was going to take advantage of her sleeping body, but she hadn't expected this.
Jimmy was leaning over her head. His prick, sticking out from his pajamas, had been placed on her lips. Fortunately, Jimmy hadn't noticed his mother open her eyes, and Sally was able to close them again.
She could feel the boy's prick throbbing on her lips. So she flashed her tongue, licking the underside of his prick-knob. At that, the cock stiffened, lifting itself from her mouth.
Then Sally felt the expected hand on her tit. She had been sleeping with her tits exposed to encourage her son to feel her. And the touch of his hand on her tit made the nipple gather into a hard knot.
Now. all Sally had to figure out was how to get the boy into bed with her, without scaring him out of the room.
She thought about it while Jimmy reached under the sheet to feel her cunt. When she felt Jimmy's fingers creep into her cunt, she got an idea.
Waiting until the boy was sure he could explore her cunt without waking her, Sally suddenly clamped her legs on his arm. But she pretended to remain asleep.
Now Jimmy was in the ridiculous position of having his arm trapped between a seemingly-sleeping woman's legs.
He held his breath while waiting for his mother to release him. If he tried to pull his arm out, he knew she would awaken. But Jimmy couldn't enjoy having his fingers in her cunt if he was trapped on the verge of being caught!
Sally didn't fail to see the humor of the situation through her lust. But she wasn't about to laugh at the poor kid. She had other plans.
Holding her legs tightly around her son's arm, Sally reached down to her crotch and took his hand in hers.
When Jimmy felt his mother holding his hand, he wondered what was going on. Could she do that in her sleep?
"Jimmy," Sally said softly, without surprise, shame or anger. "Get into bed with me."
For several seconds Jimmy remained still, his arm held in his mother's legs, as though she were still asleep. He refused to believe he'd been caught. And if he had been caught, he couldn't believe his mother's reaction to it.
Then he yanked his arm from between her legs.
For a second, Sally was afraid he was going to bolt. But she repeated her invitation for the boy to get into the bed.
Jimmy's passion overcame his shame. He slowly climbed into the warm bed.
"I ... I...." he stammered.
"Don't say a word," Sally said as she caressed him. "You don't have to explain a thing."
Sally kissed the boy.
At first Jimmy lay in his mother's arms, allowing himself to be kissed. Then, gradually at first, then like a storm, he came to life. His tongue darted into his mother's mouth. His hands grasped at her tits. His prick pressed into the side of her hip.
It didn't take Jimmy long to realize that this was the first time he'd been with a real woman. There was no doubt t he was going to get fucked. The way his mother was kissing him and digging her fingers into his ass promised him a fucking.
Jimmy found that he hadn't really known his mother's tits at all. Copping a light feel as she slept didn't tell the story. But now that he could hold and squeeze those beautiful globes, they revealed their true, sexual nature.
As Jimmy played with the heavy suppleness of his mother's jugs, he felt her reach for his cock. And when she took that jerking rod into her hands, Jimmy was overcome with joy.
Jimmy couldn't believe that his mother handled his prick and balls just like he handled them himself. Where could she have learned?
Sally was running her fingers along her son's veiny shaft. Then she squeezed the cockhead. After a few squeezed, she ran her fingers back down the shaft, and lifted his balls in her palm.
Although Jimmy knew that this woman was his, he was shy about reaching for his mother's cunt. But horniness soon cured that.
Dropping her tit, Jimmy sent his hand directly to her crotch. Again he realized that his gentle probing of that pussy, as his mother slept, didn't let Jimmy really examine her twat.
Now, though, he dug his fingers into its soft lips.
"Oh," Sally moaned when her boy's fingers invaded her pussy. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h!"
It had been a longtime since Sally had been with a teenager. She had forgotten the tormented way they handled a woman's body. But she was finding Jimmy's eagerness and rough handling a fantastic thrill.
Jimmy's strong fingers were searching every crevice and fold of tender flesh within her twat. Then a thick finger wiggled up her soaking tunnel.
"Ah-h-h-h-h, Jimmy!" Sally gasped in amazement and lust. "Oh, take it easy!"
Sally was afraid the boy was going to tear the lining of her cunt in his enthusiasm. But as long as that didn't happen, Sally was loving every minute of this crude treatment.
Jimmy tried to mount his mother. But she was determined to do this right.
"Wait," she whispered, holding Jimmy off.
"Huh?" the boy asked, dumbfounded.
Sally pushed him down on his back. He still had his pajamas on, although his prick was sticking out. In the dim light, Sally admired her son's prick. It was huge, and it jerked violently.
"Let's get your pajamas off first," she said.
Jimmy lifted his ass, and his mother pulled the bottoms of his pajamas off. Jimmy struggled out of the tops himself.
Then Sally snuggled up at the boy's hips. Her face was a foot away from his jerking prick.
Jimmy loved the feeling of having his mother staring at his cock. He was proud of it, and he could see that she liked what she saw. But Jimmy was still eager to plunge that rod into his mother's cunt. He couldn't understand why she was making him wait.
But then he saw his mother take his cock into her hand again. That was nice, Jimmy thought.
He almost fainted, though, when he saw his mother's face nearing his twitching tool. Was his own mother going to give him a blow job? Jimmy never thought mothers did things like that.
But that's what Sally was going to do, all right. With her big tits lying on Jimmy's thigh, she stuck out her tongue and gave the tip of his cock a hot lick.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jimmy cried. "Oh, Mom!"
"I've wanted to do this for a long time now," Sally said, looking up at the boy and holding his prick against her cheek.
Then Sally turned her head and opened her mouth. She took the swollen cockhead into her hot mouth and began sucking.
Jimmy's eyes widened as he felt the gorgeous sensation of having his cock bathed in his mother's churning mouth. With her tongue wiggling under his prick-knob and her saliva giving his prick a whirlpool bath, the boy felt his gism coming to a boil.
"Mom!" he barked. "I'm going to come!"
He was astonished that his mother didn't remove her mouth from his cock. Instead, she seemed to brace herself for the explosion.
Now, besides tickling the underside of his prickhead, Sally was bobbing her head up and down. Jimmy's cock was sliding over the soft pad of her tongue.
"Oh-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h," the boy moaned as his back arched in ecstasy.
Then a crashing orgasm hit him. His hips began jerking, forcing his prick deep into his mother's throat.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Jimmy wailed.
His gism surged in huge quantities. But Sally took every drop.
"Gurg, gug, um-mm-m," she grunted, swallowing the thick goo.
Sally hadn't planned on eating her son's gism. She had hoped to have her twat filled with the hot stuff. But she had underestimated the kid's passion. Teenagers were always on a hair trigger.
But Sally knew that this was just the beginning. A boy like Jimmy could be ready to come again within minutes.
Sally kept sucking until every drop of gism had been wrung from Jimmy's prick. Now the boy was lying there, like the victim of a hit-and-run. His body swayed from side to side slightly as his brain reeled. It had been the orgasm to end all orgasms!
After all, he'd hoped to jerk off, with his finger in his sleeping mother's cunt, and he'd wound up getting a blow job!
When Sally lifted her head, Jimmy's prick was clean and glistening with her saliva. But it was losing its hardness. Sally wasn't worried, though. She knew how to stiffen it up again.
Sally threw a leg over her son's body, straddling his hips. Then she leaned over him so her tits hung on each side of his face.
"I'm so glad I came to you," Sally said. "I never thought...."
The boy didn't finish his sentence, because he was distracted by having his mother's heavy pendulous tits bouncing on the sides of his face.
Then Sally brought one of her erect nipples over Jimmy's mouth. The boy grabbed the boob with both hands and began sucking.
Sally remained hovering over her son until she felt his prick stand and poke at her cunt. Then she reached between her hips and took the blunt rod in her hand. As Jimmy continued sucking her hanging tit, she guided his prick into her soaking cunt.
"Ah-h-h-h," Jimmy moaned on his mother's tit as he felt her tender cunt-lips surrounding his cock.
Sally slowly lowered her hips, taking her son's twitching prick up her cunt-sleeve.
"M-mm-mm-m," Jimmy hummed, still sucking his mother's tits.
With his prick deep in Sally's cunt and her tit firmly stuffed in his mouth, Jimmy was enjoying the utmost in incestuous pleasure.
For a while, Sally kept her ass resting on Jimmy's thighs. His prick soaked in her twat, sending its throbs through her body. Sally loved the way that fat monster filled her pussy.
Then she began lifting and lowering her hips rhythmically. Jimmy's prick began sliding, its head appearing at the lips of her twat, then plunging to the very end of her cave.
When Jimmy felt the way her cunt caressed and stroked his prick, he began jerking his hips.
"Lay still," Sally said softly. "Let me do the work."
Jimmy stopped bucking, but he couldn't help rolling from side to side in delirious passion.
Up and down, Sally's pussy moved. In and out, Jimmy's cock slid. With each dip into his mother's body, Jimmy climbed higher on the ladder of lust.
While his prick was being tugged and stroked in Sally's tight cunt, Jimmy continued playing with the tits that hung around his face.
"Oh, Jimmy," Sally whispered. "Fucking you is so good! You're like no one else I've ever fucked!"
Holding his mother's tits to his cheeks, Jimmy said, "I never knew that fucking could be so great!"
Now Sally's hips were moving faster, but not so fast that Jimmy was ready to come. He could enjoy every sliding movement of his mother's silken cunt-lining on the taut skin of his rock-hard prick.
But Sally, as she neared her own orgasm, began moving faster. As she speeded up, her breathing deepened. Soon, she was gasping.
"Oh, ah-h-h-h," she gasped. "Jimmy, oh, Jimmy!"
Jimmy began pumping his hips, too, now. He couldn't help it. The ecstasy was rising in him, turning him into a raving maniac.
"Ow-w-w-w-w-w!" Sally wailed as she was devoured by passion.
Their crotches crashed together violently. Jimmy's prick was pistoning back and forth so fast now that the friction was making cock and cunt hotter.
As the fat head of Jimmy's prick raked the tender lining of Sally's twat, both mother and son lost their minds to perverted pleasure.
"And I'm going to come again!" Jimmy said, his face turning red.
They bounced with the exertion of fucking at top speed.
Sally's tits crashed around Jimmy's face with the energy of their pumping. But Sally dragged her tits down to her son's chest when she covered his open mouth with hers.
As their orgasms burst, their tongues filled each other's mouths. And they cried their sexual rapture into each other's mouths.
This being his second climax within ten minutes, Jimmy didn't have much gism to give his mother. But Sally felt the small amount sear her twat.
And for Jimmy, this orgasm-in his mother's cunt-was even greater than the one in her mouth!
"Oh-h-h, Jimmy," Sally moaned as she was drained through her ecstasy. "I want to fuck you every day! I never want it to stop!"
She lay on top of her son, his prick still held in her pussy. Her tits were spread out on the boy's chest.
"You're not mad that I came in here while you were sleeping?" Jimmy asked shyly.
"No, of course not," Sally assured the boy. "If you hadn't come in here, I probably would have been sneaking into your room before long!"
They spent the rest of the night clutching to each other. Before morning, they had fucked twice again.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, Jimmy went to his own bed when Sally got up. He lay there thinking of the glory of fucking.
For the first time, Jimmy felt as though he understood what fucking was all about. If he could keep on fucking his mother, he knew he would be the happiest kid in the world. And if he couldn't, he would be plunged back into the depths of horny despair.
He lay in bed thinking about the feel and smell of his mother's body when she had hovered over him. And he brought back memories of how it had felt to have his prick being held in her tight cunt.
Finally, Jimmy got too hungry to remain in bed.
His mother was sitting at the kitchen table when he went in for breakfast. Sally said good morning. But that was all she said. She didn't make any mention of the fucking they'd done all night.
Jimmy began to wonder if it had been a dream.
He went out, as usual. But he didn't feel like finding any of the guys. With the memory of his mother's body fresh in his mind, he didn't want to do anything to spoil it.
Jimmy just walked around by himself, thinking. His prick would get hard as he thought about his mother. Then it would soften as he began to fear that their first fuck was going to be their last.
When it was time to go home for lunch, Jimmy was so nervous he knew he wouldn't be able to eat. But the hope that his mother would take him to bed again made him hurry.
But Sally wasn't even home. She left a note saying she had had to go out.
Jimmy nibbled some cookies. He fought the desire to jerk off. After the wild time with his mother the night before, jerking off would only be a sad substitute.
Jimmy hung around the house with his horniness all afternoon.
Then, when Sally drove in the driveway, he ran to meet her at the back door.
"Hi, honey," Sally said, still not showing a sign of remembering what had happened the night before.
Jimmy remained silent, and the look on his face told Sally that he wanted more.
That was all she needed to know. Her only fear was that her son would be ashamed of what had happened. But now she knew better.
Without saying another word, Sally threw her arms around the boy. They kissed. Jimmy's prick, making a lump in his jeans, pressed into his mother's stomach.
"Can we go to bed again?" Jimmy asked.
"Of course!" Sally said happily. "I haven't thought of anything else all day!"
Jimmy's heart leaped in his chest, and his prick almost tore his pants in its excitement.
Standing there in the kitchen, Jimmy reached up and filled his hand with his mother's tit. Sally reached down and grabbed at the lump in his pants.
They hurried to Sally's bedroom. In a few seconds, they had their clothes peeled off.
Seeing his mother's naked body in the daylight, Jimmy grew even more excited than he'd been the night before. The same was true for Sally. This was the first good look she'd ever had at Jimmy's mighty prick.
They crawled into bed. In a flash, they were in each other's arms. Just as they had the night before, they ravaged each other with their sexual hunger.
But Jimmy knew that there were still secrets he hadn't learned. Sally was eager to teach him. His first lesson was coming up.
"Jimmy, sweetheart," Sally cooed. "Would you like to eat me?"
"Eat you?" Jimmy said in wonder. "Oh, eat you!"
Jimmy had heard about cunt-lapping. But he hadn't made up his mind whether he'd like to try it. But if his other wanted it, he would do it.
"Sure, I'll eat you if you want," he said bravely.
"No, only if you want to," Sally said.
Jimmy was glad his mother was giving him plenty of choice in the matter. By now, Jimmy was eager to give it a try.
"Yeah, I want to!" he said.
"Good!" Sally said. "I love to have my cunt licked!"
As Jimmy crawled between her legs, Sally remembered her first cunt-lapping experience with Gail only a few days before.
For Jimmy, sucking a pussy was different. After all, a cunt had been a mysterious object only a week before, and it was still foreign territory. But what better way to get to know that territory than to stick his face into it?
Getting comfortable between Sally's spread legs, Jimmy looked at her crotch. It didn't look much like it had when he looked up the bed sheet with a flashlight. Now the crack was spread, and the wet folds of flesh within were clearly visible.
Sally lay back, lifting her thighs and spreading her cunt further.
Now Jimmy could see the darkness of her tunnel. Her asscheeks were spread just enough to give him a peek at her asshole.
Like an old pro, Jimmy began kissing his mother's thighs. The odor of a hot pussy filled his head, intoxicating him.
As he brought his face closer and closer to her twat, the boy knew that he was in for a real treat. He was grateful his mother had suggested this kinky diversion.
By the time Jimmy was nuzzling his face to the wiry hairs of her mound, his mouth was watering.
Then he stuck out his tongue and gave the gaping gash a lick. Jimmy was surprised at how nice a drooling cunt tasted. And the sensation of having her inner lips wiggling over his probing tongue tip was incredibly exciting.
After a few licks, Jimmy pressed his muzzle to the fragrant slot and reached up his mother's cave with his long tongue.
Jimmy was glad his mother was so excited by his cunt-sucking, and he was equally excited. Getting his tongue up a pussy was the nicest thing he'd ever experienced.
Jimmy began pressing his nose to his mother's clit. He had not planned it that way, but with his tongue wiggling in her tunnel, that's where his nose wound up.
Jimmy could taste the juice as it ran out of his mother's cunt-tube. He loved the way it felt to have that tight cave gripping his tongue.
"Yeah-h-h-h!" Sally moaned. "Oh, yeah-h-h-h-h! That's the way to do it, honey!"
Jimmy had never been happier. He was giving his mother a thrill while he was having the most exciting experience of his life.
"Now, give my clit a few more licks," Sally instructed.
Jimmy licked her clit, then stuck his tongue back into her tunnel.
With every change from tunnel-piercing to clit-licking, Sally moaned louder and writhed more frantically.
Soon, Jimmy realized that his mother was about to come, and he'd done it all with his tongue!
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Sally gasped. "I'm going to come, honey!"
Jimmy kept his tongue working hard while the bed shook with his mother's wanton gyrations.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Sally wailed as her cunt caught fire with bliss.
Jimmy clung to his mother's cunt, keeping his tongue flicking until she lay still. When Jimmy felt his mother squeeze his head with her thighs, he knew that she had had enough.
Jimmy lifted his wet face from her crotch and lay beside her.
"Come on and get inside me!" Sally whispered.
Jimmy didn't need to be invited twice. He climbed aboard Sally's body. With her help, he slid his twitching cock up her still-flowing cave.
"Ow!" Sally cried. "Oh, after having been eaten, my cunt is so tender!"
Jimmy kept his prick still for a few seconds, giving his mother a chance to get over the cunt-lapping he'd given her.
But feeling her pussy dining hugging his inserted prick was too much to bear without pumping his prick. So Jimmy pulled, then pushed, his cock in the tight embrace of Sally's cunt.
"O-o-o-o-o-o, baby!" she babbled as she began feeling her second orgasm beginning.
But Sally wasn't out of tricks yet.
"Reach around my hip to my ass," she whispered.
Following his mother's advice., Jimmy found that he could reach into her cunt from below her ass. He felt his shaft sliding, covered with slippery cunt-cream.
"That's it! Wet your fingers in my pussy," Sally said. "Now stick a finger up my ass!"
"What?" Jimmy asked shocked.
"Go ahead, please!" Sally said. "I love having a finger up my ass while getting fucked!"
This was beyond Jimmy's wildest dreams. But it sounded exciting, and if that's what his mother wanted, he would give it to her.
He found her puckered asshole with the tip of his middle finger. Placing the finger at the center of that tight target, he pushed.
Jimmy was surprised how easy it was to get his finger into such a tight hole. But the juice from his mother's twat made it easy.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Sally moaned as her asshole stretched around the invading finger.
"That's so-o-o-o-o good!"
Jimmy liked it too. Not only because he could feel her asshole spasming on his finger. Not because he could feel his prick sliding on the other side of the flesh that separated her twin holes. But because it seemed so weird and perverted.
With his efforts to get a finger into his mother's ass, Jimmy had slowed his cock-thrusts. So, even though he'd been fucking her several minutes, he hadn't reached his climax yet. And before he would reach it, his mother would surprise him again.
"How would you like to fuck me in the ass?" she asked.
"Really?" Jimmy asked, not quite believing her.
"Sure! Just for a change," Sally said.
Jimmy felt her hands on his hips, pushing him away until his prick sprang from her cunt. Then she lifted her legs high over her chest. That rolled her hips forward, bringing her asshole into fucking position.
Now Jimmy felt his mother's hands take his prick into an embrace. He looked down and watched as she pulled the fat head of his cock to that tiny hole of her ass. He saw his prick-knob press on the aperture of her asshole. Then he saw it sinking out of sight.
"Ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h, ah-h-h-h," Jimmy grunted with the pleasure of filling his mother's asshole with his hard cock.
When he was buried up to his pubic bush in her asshole, Jimmy realized how much different it felt from her cunt. It was not only tighter, but drier in this pit.
Then Jimmy began pumping. The smooth lining of his mother's asshole gave his prick a wonderful series of strokes.
But the most exciting part of this perversion was looking down into his mother's crotch as he fucked her ass. Jimmy could see his prick appearing and disappearing, and he could look into his mother's empty cunt, too.
"Do you like it?" Sally asked between moans of ecstasy.
"Yeah, it's great!" Jimmy grunted.
Sally reached down to her cunt with a trembling hand. As Jimmy watched in awe, she began playing with herself.
Fucking his mother in the ass while watching her tickle her slit made his prick begin to tingle with pre-orgasmic rapture-as if sliding that bone in and out of her ass weren't enough.
"I'm coming!" Jimmy blurted as his gism gushed into his mother's asshole.
Suddenly, with his gism lubricating his ass-fucking, his prick was getting a slightly different sensation.
"Oh-h-h, oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h!" Sally began screaming. "I'm going to come too! Keep fucking me!"
Jimmy's prick was able to keep stiff long enough to continue ramming into his mother's ass. She was rubbing her clit with one hand and sticking a finger of her other hand up her cave. And Jimmy was still fucking her up the bum.
"Oh, this ... I've never ... God!" Sally yelled, out of her mind with ecstasy.
When she was finally still, Jimmy dropped down on top of her. But he let his prick rest in the tight embrace of her ass.
"Gee, Mom," he said in admiration. "You know-all sorts of ways to have fun in bed, don't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose I do," Sally said. "It seems that there's nothing else to learn, then you meet someone who has a brand new way of fucking."
"God, I can't believe how much I'm learning!" Jimmy said.
"So am I," Sally said. "You're teaching me how great it is to have a young guy around the house who can fuck me whenever I need it!"
CHAPTER TEN
Jimmy was fucking his mother so often that he lost interest in all the other girls. And when he lost interest in them, they began to have more interest in him.
Now, when Jimmy went to meet his friends, he spent most of the time talking with the guys about cars and football. When he heard them talking about girls and grabbing some tit, he just got bored. After all, he was miles and ages ahead of them.
Since the girls began to feel that Jimmy was ignoring them, they began to pay more attention to him.
One evening, Sue sat down next to him at the base of the Civil War Statue. She began to ask him what he'd been doing lately.
"Not much," Jimmy said nonchalantly. "I've been hanging around at home lately."
"I hoped I'd see you at the movies Saturday," Sue said.
Jimmy got interested all of a sudden. He got the idea that Sue was saying that she would have liked to sit with him, and that meant necking!
But Jimmy really wasn't interested in sitting beside a girl in the movies, just kissing and copping feels.
"I wound up sitting with Chuck," Sue said. "But I don't like the way he kisses."
"I'd like to kiss you," Jimmy said. "But I would probably just wind up with aching balls."
Now that he could tease the girls as they had teased him, Jimmy realized how important it was not to be horny.
"Maybe you wouldn't," Sue said.
"The only way a guy doesn't wind up with blue balls is to come," Jimmy reminded the girl.
"I know," Sue said. "I could make you come, you know."
Now Jimmy was really getting interested. Maybe Sue wasn't the type of young girl he was used to.
Jimmy decided to ask Sue to go with him for a walk to the bushes beyond the wading pool. The last time Jimmy had been in those bushes, not much had happened. But then, there was the time he'd been there with Karen, when he got a hand-job. So he was hopeful that this trip would be worth it.
And Sue seemed eager. She accepted Jimmy's invitation readily.
As he followed her into the bushes, Jimmy saw how nice and full her ass was. Then, when they got comfortable in the privacy of those shrubs, Jimmy noticed that Sue's tits were fairly big, and beautifully shaped. They were round, but slightly upturned at the nipple.
Jimmy's prick began growing. Maybe these younger girls were worth chasing after all.
When Jimmy kissed Sue, he found that she kissed more passionately than any other woman, except maybe his mother.
"I like the way you kiss," Jimmy said as he took one of Sue's perky tits into his hand.
Sue leaned into the hand Jimmy had on her boob, and her breath immediately became deeper.
"Oh, Jimmy," she moaned. "I've liked you for a long time!"
When a girl said she liked him, Jimmy knew that meant that she had the hots for him-it was a teenage way of communicating. And Jimmy had never even realized that Sue was a sexy chick. But then, he'd been preoccupied with his mother lately.
When he reached into Sue's jersey and took her naked tit into his hand, the girl began to pant. Jimmy became even more confident.
When he felt Sue's hand on his crotch, he knew he was going to score. So he didn't fool around any longer. He lifted Sue's jersey over her jugs, exposing those firm tits to his sucking mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h, Jimmy," Sue gasped. "You do that so well!"
Jimmy wondered how many other boys had sucked her tits. But that didn't matter. All that mattered now was the joy he was feeling.
Sue held Jimmy's head, pressing his face into the softness of her boobs. Jimmy was beginning to realize that these tits were firmer, riper than his mother's. Yes, a young girl was different to touch.
Sue was still gripping the lump in Jimmy's pants with her fingers. Jimmy reached for her crotch. Pressing his fingers into the hot material of her jeans, he felt the soft lips of her cunt.
"I want to fuck you!" Jimmy said eagerly.
After his experiences with his mother, he didn't feel that he had to pull any punches with these young chicks.
But Sue wasn't pulling any punches either.
"I want to fuck you, too!" she said.
Jimmy couldn't help looking surprised. Why was it that suddenly, when he was already getting all the fucking he could handle, he was being offered even more?
Jimmy grabbed the button on Sue's jeans and popped it open. In another second, with both of them tugging, Sue's jeans lay in a heap at her feet.
"You're beautiful," Jimmy said, staring at Sue's golden cunt hair.
"Take your pants off too," Sue said.
Jimmy struggled with his pants. Then he pulled off his jersey. Now, the only stitch either of them wore was the jersey that Sue had on, pulled up over her tits.
Jimmy grabbed the girl and pulled her to him. His prick folded up between their bellies. And Sue's firm jugs poked Jimmy's chest.
Reaching around her hip, Jimmy filled his hand with one of Sue's ripe asscheeks, and Sue copied Jimmy's ass-grabbing technique.
"Come on," Sue cried. "Fuck me!"
After fucking his mother, this young chick's impatience surprised Jimmy. He was used to waiting until his balls were ready to explode.
"What's your hurry?" he asked her.
"My cunt's going wild!" Sue said.
Jimmy knew he could show this chick something. Now the lessons he'd learned at his mother's knee would come in handy.
Jimmy began moving down Sue's body. He kissed her tits again, but he didn't linger there. Soon he was kissing his way down her creamy, smooth belly.
Jimmy could tell just when Sue was struck with the realization that he was going to eat her pussy.
Suddenly Sue began wiggling and moaning. Jimmy could tell that this was the first time her cunt had ever had a tongue swimming near it.
"O-o-o-o, oh, Jimmy," she babbled. "Jimmy, Jimmy. God!"
It was a short trip for Jimmy's mouth from her face to her crotch. But once he got there, he began taking his time. He loved the way Sue squirmed with outrageous lust.
The odor of her sweet pussy bathed Jimmy's face. But he merely nibbled at her damp thighs. Then he rested his cheek on her fuzzy mound.
The way Sue was spreading her legs and thrusting her cunt at his face told Jimmy that she was eager to feel his tongue in her soaking gash. But he was going to make her wait.
"Jimmy, Jimmy," Sue chanted.
Jimmy could tell that she was dying to ask him to lick her twat. But even this bold chick couldn't bring herself to ask that.
Finally, Jimmy was ready. When he spread Sue's cunt lips with his fingers, he could feel how her body trembled.
After gazing into her gaping slot, Jimmy moved his head forward. Sue's blonde cunt-curls tickled his nose. Then his tongue entered her salty crack.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o," Sue moaned.
In her moan was the unmistakable sound of blissful surprise. Jimmy was glad to have the chance to spread the happiness his mother had shown him.
As he moved his tongue up and down and in and out of Sue's tender pussy, she squirmed and gyrated crazily.
Then, just as Jimmy thought she might be nearing an orgasm, he mounted her and stuck his prick into her cunt.
"Oh, it's so big!" Sue gasped. "Ah-h-h-h-h!"
"Sue, you're so nice and tight!" Jimmy moaned in rapture.
It was true. She had an incredibly tight twat. It was as tight as his mother's asshole.
Jimmy guessed right when he thought Sue was about to come, for, once he began pumping his rod in and out of her gripping cunt-sleeve, Sue went wild.
Never had Jimmy had a ride like the one he was getting now. Sue bucked and shook so violently that Jimmy had to hold her down to keep his cock from slipping out. He reached under her thighs, then brought her legs up over his shoulders. By leaning on her, he was able to keep her still.
"I'm com-mm-mm-ming!" Sue screamed through clenched teeth. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, God!"
Jimmy felt his climax gathering in him, getting ready to overflow. As he climbed the ladder of pleasure, he couldn't imagine anything better than watching Sue's pretty face and tits.
"Ah, ah, ah-h-h," Jimmy grunted as his prick began firing bullets of gism into Sue's spasming cunt.
"Oh, I can feel you coming in me!" Sue cried. "O-o-o-o-o-o!"
Jimmy didn't know if it was Sue's tight cunt or the fascinating way her tits shimmered, but his orgasm seemed to go on and on.
When he was finally drained, though, he was thoroughly exhausted. He collapsed on the girl, gasping for breath. Sue clung to him with all her might.
"Really, Sue, that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Jimmy said as they walked back to the other kids.
"Me, too!" she said with a smile. "I'd like to fuck you every day!"
Jimmy talked with Sue all evening, ignoring the other kids. Then he walked her home. They made a date for the next evening.
When Jimmy had told her that she had been his best fuck, he hadn't told the truth, in the strictest sense. How could any chick be better than his mother? But Sue had been as good, and now Jimmy was wondering what he should do about his mother.
It would be wonderful to have a chick his own age to fuck and go out with. Sue was a very pretty and sexy girl. He could be proud to be seen with her.
But Jimmy wouldn't do anything to hurt his mother. After all, he had the feeling that if she hadn't fucked him, he would never have fucked Sue. Jimmy thought that his having had some experience made all the difference with Sue.
Complications! Jimmy was learning that fucking wasn't always a simple matter of sticking his prick into a willing pussy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
But when Jimmy reached home, he found the tables reversed.
Before he opened the door, sounds of ecstasy were drifting to his ears.
For a while, Jimmy wondered whether he should go in at all. Then he decided he would just go to his room. His mother wouldn't even notice that he was home. Besides, listening to his mother's moans and cries of lust was pleasurable.
Jimmy felt foolish for worrying about fucking his mother, now that he'd fucked Sue. His mother obviously wasn't saving herself for him.
But by the time Jimmy got to his room, he began to notice something strange about the sounds of passion he was listening to.
The moans and wails were coming in harmony. There was more than one voice sounding out, and neither of them was a man's.
Once again his mother had managed to shock her son with her unrestrained sex life. Jimmy had to smile. His mother was one incredible woman.
But realizing that she was in bed with another chick was more than merely surprising or shocking. It was downright exciting!
Jimmy found himself drifting toward his mother's door. When he was leaning on the door jamb, the sounds of perverted sex were so loud that Jimmy wondered what could be going on in there.
The door wasn't closed all the way, but still Jimmy couldn't see the bed from where he stood. He began wondering if he should peek in.
His mother wasn't trying to keep her fun a secret. She was making so much noise that the whole neighborhood could hear her, so Jimmy didn't feel too bad about pushing the door open and taking a look.
Even after all his weird sexual experiences, the sight that met his eyes surprised him. There were two naked bodies on the bed. He could see that they were both women, but that's all he could tell. He didn't know who they were because they were hiding their heads between each other's thighs.
Of course, one of them was his mother. But he couldn't even tell which one was Mom.
The two lesbians were sucking each other's cunts. Between licks, they were howling in rapture.
Jimmy found the sight so exciting that he couldn't help walking toward the bed for a better look. He didn't even stop to think what would happen when the women noticed him.
Now he could see which was his mother. Her long hair flowed between the other woman's legs. There was no mistaking his mother's wide ass, which was now being gripped by the other chick's hands.
Jimmy was a few feet away from the bed. He could smell the heady odor of both twats. And still they hadn't noticed him.
Then, suddenly, a head popped out from his mother's thighs.
"Mrs. Clark!" Jimmy exclaimed as he recognized the woman from down the street.
"Call me Gail," the woman said, without a hint of shame, or even surprise.
"Oh, hi, honey," Sally said to her son as she pulled her face from Gail's twat. "I didn't expect you home so early."
But it wasn't early, and Jimmy knew that his mother must have expected him.
Then he noticed that both chicks were staring at his prick, which was clearly showing as it pressed against the front of his pants. So Jimmy wasn't surprised when his mother asked him to undress.
"Yes, get naked and join us," Gail added.
Jimmy was willing, to say the least. And in a few seconds, he was lying between two naked women.
Both chicks began kissing him as they moved their hands over his body. Every time Jimmy thought he'd done it all, he found another new thrill. At last he was beginning to learn that the variation of sexual treats was infinite.
When he felt both women take his prick into their hands, holding and playing with it, he got ready for another fabulous adventure.
It seemed that Sally was trying to be a good hostess by letting Gail have most of Jimmy's kisses. And she proved to be a good kisser. She had a special way of moving her tongue around Jimmy's that the boy loved. His mother's cunt juice could be tasted in Gail's mouth.
And Jimmy could tell that it was Gail's hand squeezing the head of his prick. For one thing, his mother never held his cockhead like that. For another, Jimmy recognized his mother's grip on his balls.
"I've had a wet cunt every time I saw you pass by my house, Jimmy!" Gail said excitedly.
At one-time, that statement would have driven Jimmy wild. But now it seemed almost expected. What else could happen to him?
Jimmy played with Gail's tits as they continued kissing. She had tits like Sue's, but not as firm and heavy.
While Jimmy and Gail kissed and played with each other's bodies, Sally moved down to her son's hips. Then Jimmy felt his mother's face nudging Gail's hand away from his cock. But her hand was replaced with Sally's mouth, so Jimmy didn't mind.
With his mother's talented mouth sucking his prick, and with Gail taking care of the rest of him, Jimmy was in heaven.
But Sally took her mouth from her son's prick suddenly.
"It looks like I'm not the only one who's getting it from others," Sally said. "I can taste someone's cunt on your cock, honey. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Her name's Sue," Jimmy said. "She's real nice, Mom."
"That's nice," Sally said. Then she began sucking again.
By that time, Jimmy was burying his face in Gail's tits. It was interesting and exciting to have a different set of jugs to play with, and so soon after playing with Sue's. Especially since Gail knew how to show her appreciation so well. She was rubbing the back of Jimmy's neck in a very sensuous way, and she moaned deeply in her throat.
Now that Jimmy knew the joys of cunt-sucking, he began moving his face down Gail's body. But with his mother sucking his prick, he didn't have much mobility.
"Jimmy, sweetheart, let me spin around. If you want to suck my cunt, just say so," Gail said as she presented her cunt to Jimmy's face.
Before sticking his face between Gail's thighs, Jimmy saw Gail nuzzle up to his mother's crotch. So Jimmy had the fun of knowing that not only was he eating Gail, but he was part of a sucking circle.
Jimmy gave Gail his usual enthusiastic cunt-lapping. He thought he could feel his mother's sucking technique change, now that Gail was lapping her cunt. It was as though the excitement was being passed through the circle, from mouth to crotch.
"M-mm-mm-mm," Jimmy heard his mother moan.
He knew it was his mother who moaned because he could feel the vibrations in his cock.
Listening carefully, Jimmy could hear his mother sucking his prick and the lapping Gail was giving his mother. Every now and then, one of the women would let out a passionate moan.
As he explored Gail's cunt with his tongue, Jimmy kept his hands roaming over her body. As Gail lapped Sally's cunt, and Sally sucked Jimmy's prick, Jimmy felt Gail's tits and ass.
As Jimmy continued lapping Gail's cunt, he began to feel something going on at his crotch.
Concentrating on the sensations at his prick and balls, he figured out that Gail had abandoned Sally's cunt, to help Sally suck his prick.
Yes, there was no question that that was happening. Now Jimmy could feel a mouth nibbling at his balls as his mother continued sucking his prick.
Fingers crept under his balls and into the crack of his ass.
"Let me have some!" Jimmy heard Gail say.
Then Jimmy felt his mother's mouth leave his prick, but immediately it was covered by licks. There seemed to be two tongues licking him.
Just for a second, Jimmy took his head from between Gail's thighs, to see what was going on at his crotch.
He saw his mother and Gail both licking his prick as though it were a popsicle. They each had a hand on his shaft, and another hand doing interesting things to his balls and ass.
Sally gradually gave the cock to Gail, who began munching hungrily. By that time, Jimmy had his face in Gail's crotch again.
But now Sally was left out, as her son and her lesbian lover were eating each other. For a while, Sally occupied herself by covering both of them with kisses and licks.
And before Sally got too impatient, Gail lifted her mouth from Jimmy's prick.
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," Gail said to Sally. "I didn't mean to leave you out. Especially since he's your son."
"That's all right," Sally said. "But I'd like to get his prick up my snatch!"
"Go ahead," Gail said. "I'll wait. Besides, I'd love to watch you getting that huge prick up your sweet twat!"
Jimmy thought it strange that they were talking about him as though he were a piece of meat. But he couldn't complain. He thought it was a nice idea for him to fuck his mother with Gail watching.
Sally had fallen onto her back. Her legs were spread, and her cunt was wide open.
With Gail lying on her side, with a finger in her cunt, Jimmy mounted his mother.
"God, what a view!" Gail gasped. "I can see your prick sliding, Jimmy!"
Jimmy was glad Gail was peeking into their crotches. It made fucking his mother much more exciting.
"Slowly, slowly," Sally said. "Don't come too soon, honey."
Sally stopped Jimmy's hips every now and then, and breaking the rhythm like that kept Jimmy from coming. Besides, he'd just shot a huge load into Sue.
Pumping and stopping soon had mother and son wild with lust. But they both knew they could last for a long time.
"Do you think you could switch to Gail for a while?" Sally asked Jimmy.
So Gail lay down and spread her legs. As Jimmy brought his prick to her, they all could see how swollen it was, and the way it was jerking surprised even Jimmy.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Gail moaned as Jimmy slipped his bucking cock into her cunt. "What a fabulous cock!"
Jimmy could tell that Gail's cunt was tighter than his mother's, but not quite as tight as Sue's. He was becoming quite a connoisseur.
"Sally, you're so lucky to have this boy around!" Gail said as Jimmy began pumping his prick into her.
"I know," Sally agreed. Then, to Jimmy, she said, "That's right. Keep it slow, and stop every now and then, and you'll last and last."
Jimmy did as his mother said. As he fucked Gail, Sally stroked his rising and falling ass, and she would reach down between his thighs and tickle him beneath the balls. But Jimmy kept his plunging prick moving slowly.
"Oh, I think I'm going to come," Jimmy said suddenly.
"Pull out, pull it out!" Sally instructed.
Although he hated to do it, he obeyed. Gail was wild with passion, but she didn't seem to mind having his prick taken from her.
Jimmy rolled over onto his back, his prick throbbing desperately over his stomach.
"See. It'll settle down" Sally said. "And you'll be able to keep going!"
Sally was right. Jimmy felt his urge to come leaving him, but he was still thrilling to the waves of pleasure that racked his body.
"Okay. Now, stick it in me again," Sally said, taking up her fucking position.
This time, when Jimmy parted his mother's cunt lips with his prick, the taut skin on the head of his cock was so tender that he shivered.
"Oh, fucking's never felt so good!" he said. "Mom, you're a genius!"
"Tell me when you're ready to come," Sally said. "I want to share your orgasm with Gail." Jimmy didn't know what she meant by that, but he soon found out.
"Now!" he cried before long. "I'm going to come now!"
Sally shoved the boy off her. He landed beside her, his prick about to explode.
"Come on, Gail!" Sally hollered as she grabbed her son's prick.
Sally's face hovered over the bulging cockhead.
Then Gail stuck her face there, too.
Jimmy watched in amazement as his prick began firing, and the two chicks opened their mouths to catch the gobs of gism.
Sally pumped Jimmy's shaft to keep the gism flying. And when Jimmy ran out of come, the women turned their faces to each other and kissed.
Watching in disbelief, Jimmy imagined how his gism mingled in their mouths.
The women didn't stop kissing. They pressed their tits together and reached for each other's cunts. Jimmy realized that neither of them had come when he fucked them, so they were going to take care of that now.
Sitting back, with his prick slowly deflating, Jimmy watched the perverted chicks kissing and rubbing each other off.
It was quite a sight, especially for a young kid like Jimmy. The girls kissed as though they were starving for each other's mouths. Their hands were working hard and fast at each other's cunts too.
It almost looks like a wrestling match, Jimmy thought.
"Um-mm, um-mm, um-mm-mm," one of them began snorting.
Jimmy couldn't be sure which one it was.
Then they both began wiggling their hips, grinding their cunts against each other's hands. And still they kissed madly while their tits rolled around.
"E-e-e-e-e-e!" one of them squealed.
That seemed to trigger something, because now they both began squealing like pigs, and their bodies twisted and writhed.
Jimmy watched as his mother pulled her cunt from Gail's wiggling fingers. She had come, but Gail hadn't, yet. Jimmy watched as his mother expertly used her fingers in Gail's cuntal cavern and on her clit, to bring her to a screaming climax.
It was, all in all, a spectacular show for a kid like Jimmy.
"God, that was nice!" Gail sighed when she caught her breath.
The three perverts lay in bed for a while, talking about the fun they'd had. The women made Jimmy tell about fucking Sue. Then they told him some stories about fucks they'd had.
When Gail left late that night, Sally and Jimmy had one last fuck. They slept in each other's arms.
CHAPTER TWELVE
One day, while Jimmy sat in the living room watching TV, Sally came in to tell him that there were some boys at the door to see him.
"Hi, guys," Jimmy said when he saw his friends, Chuck, John, Marty and Don.
Jimmy went out into the yard with them. "Haven't seen you around lately," Don said. "We thought we'd come over to see if you were still alive."
"Oh, yeah. Still alive," Jimmy said.
"What you been up to?" Marty asked.
"I've been seeing Sue a lot," Jimmy said. "And staying home, fooling around. You know."
It was true that Jimmy hadn't been around. Fucking Sue, his mother, and sometimes his mother and Gail both, kept him pretty busy. He was glad his friends dropped by, though. He missed them.
"What have you guys been up to?" he asked. "Chuck took me to that whore you both fucked," John said. "That was great!"
"I've been going out with Karen," Marty said.
"I got into her pants last night!"
Jimmy tried to pretend that this news excited him. But he wished he could help his friends out, or at least tell them what his sex life was like.
"Sarah's mother caught her and Don necking in her room," John said. "She chased Don out of the house!"
The boys looked at Don and laughed. But the laughter soon stopped. Don's face looked weird. He was pale, and frozen into position. His eyes were glazed, as though he was in a trance.
"L-look," Don uttered, lifting a finger to point at the house.
The guys looked in the direction he pointed. But they didn't see anything. Then they realized that he was looking into a window.
When they went and stood near Don, they could see what had paralyzed him. Sally was standing in her room, naked, with the shade up. She seemed to be going through her dresser drawer.
The guys were all frozen now. All except Jimmy, that is. He knew instantly that his mother was doing this on purpose, but he didn't know, yet, what she had in mind.
"Holy shit!" John gasped.
"God, look at those tits!" Marty whispered.
"I'd give anything to fuck her!" Don said.
As they watched, it became clear what Sally was doing. She took a pair of underpants from her drawer and pulled them on. Then, looking at herself in her mirror, she admired the way the tiny panties fit.
But then came a surprise. Rather than continuing dressing as the boys expected, Sally took the panties off. Then she tried on another pair. And every time she tried on a pair, she would turn around to get a view of every side of her body. Of course, the boys got a look at every angle, too.
Suddenly, rather than looking into the mirror, Sally was looking out the window at the boys. She quickly covered her tits with her hands. Her mouth dropped open.
Although Jimmy didn't know much about acting, he spotted his mother as a bad actress. He was sure she knew the boys were there from the start.
With her hands covering her tits, Sally came to the window.
"Are you boys peeking at me?" she asked, not angrily, but in a friendly way. After all, she didn't want to scare them away.
"We were just standing...." Don started saying.
"I didn't even notice...." John said.
"No, we weren't peeking," Marty insisted.
But Jimmy wasn't fooled for a second. And what his mother did next proved him to be right.
"Well, if you insist on peeking at me," Sally said, ignoring the boys' denials, "why don't you come in here where you can see better?"
It took the boys a while to understand what she had said. And when they did, they couldn't believe they'd heard correctly. But there she was, still standing in the window, with her hands covering her tits. They could see her cunt too, as it showed through her sheer underpants.
Suddenly they rushed through the back door of the house. Jimmy followed, smiling and shaking his head in amazement at his mother's nerve.
When they got to Sally's bedroom, she was still dressed in only a sheer pair of panties, and she didn't even bother to cover her tits now.
"Well, what do you boys think?" she said. "Do I have a nice body?"
After a moment of silence-for the boys were in shock-there were shouts and hollers. They all said she had a gorgeous body.
"You don't look too bad yourselves," she said. "That's quite a lump you've got in your pants, Don!"
Don froze again. The other boys giggled, but they were too hot and eager to laugh a lot.
Sally walked up to the group of horny kids, her tits shaking heavily.
"Looks like you've got as big hard-on, too," she said, pointing to John's crotch. "Why don't you guys get undressed and show me what you've got?"
They all hesitated. After all, this had never happened to any of them before. Nothing even similar to this had ever happened.
But before long, Chuck began to pull off his clothes. Then the others followed his example. Only Jimmy left his clothes on.
Being the first to start to undress, Chuck was the first one naked. Sally went to him, standing so close that his prick-knob touched her belly. Then she lowered herself to her knees, and as the other watched, Sally took Chuck's cock into her mouth.
She didn't suck him for long, though. With three other pricks surrounding her, she couldn't concentrate on one for very long.
Sally went around the circle of boys. She sucked each of them for a few seconds, then went on to the next prick. After she made a few rounds, the boys began to close in.
Now, as she sucked one prick, the other pricks would poke her in the back and probe into her ears. Then hands began groping at her tits.
"Take it easy, now," she said. "There's enough for all."
But how could four horny boys take it easy?
Soon, some of them were kneeling beside her, reaching into her crotch.
Of course, that was just what Sally wanted. In her fit of passion, she toppled over onto the rug, pulling a few boys down with her.
Jimmy had stayed in the background. He watched as John positioned himself between his mother's legs. He watched as his friend slipped his cock up his mother's cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h, fuck me!" Sally cried, as John began thrusting his prick.
While John fucked her, the other boys swarmed around her like bees. Some of them sucked her tits. Don stuck his cock into her face, where Sally could lick it.
When John was finished, there was a scramble for second place. Marty won that honor.
"Come on, come on! " Sally moaned. "Fuck me harder! Faster!"
Jimmy watched while each boy in turn fucked his mother. Soon they were going for seconds, and Sally constantly had a prick in her mouth as well as one up her cunt.
Jimmy watched until he was very horny. Then he went to the phone.
"Hello, Gail?" he said. "Could I come over? I'm dying for a fuck, and my mother's busy."
Then he ran out the door, leaving his mother's moans of lust behind.
