For centuries, incest ... the sexual attraction and the consummation of the sexual act of parents with their children, brother with sister, or any sexual liaison occurring between blood relatives ... has been one of the rigid taboos of society, along with pedophilia ... with which, needless to say, it is often equated. In today's more tolerant outlook, the result of a nation-wide attempt to free ourselves from the harmful and traumatic repression of the mid-Victorian era, we are beginning to examine this phenomenon with considerable more curiosity and earnest sincerity in an attempt to learn why it does exist and why, indeed, it appears to be far more widespread than we imagined.
Hitherto, it was thought that incest along with pedophilia ... sexual desire in an adult for a child ... occurred mainly in urban ghettos, where the squalid crowding in of large families made erotic nearness an almost inevitable occurrence. This has long since been disproved by experts, who indicate from intensive factual surveys conducted in many urban centers that one finds even more sexual relationships between adults and young, or juvenile, blood-kin in middle- and upper-income groups. They reason that the reputation and income of such better privileged family groups deters both discovery and legal prosecution of incestuous and pedophilic liaisons.
From the adult's viewpoint, there are many psychological motivations to explain the lure on incest: primarily, the temptation of banishing the specters of advancing age by union with the exquisitely ingenuous, untouched juvenile; the ego-flattering opportunity to act as initiator or initiatress to the virginal, yet curiosity-attuned youngster, which appeals to the romantically indealistic nature of the erotically yearning adult; the greater opportunity of acceptance by a juvenile lover, who comes to the union with a "built-in" respect for adult savoir-faire and authority.
This book, Mother's Youthful Obsession, will show one powerful example of incestual union and the motivation why one adult will risk the attendant dangers of incestual liaisons; it will also provide you, the reader, with greater insight into how and why this sexual phenomenon continues to occur with constantly greater prevalence.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
"How about it, Wendy baby? Wanna see the bedroom?" Wendy Eaton heard Mark Thomas ask in a husky voice, his hand resting warm and heavy on her leg.
"Not tonight, Mark," she said softly, looking down at her drink and wishing she had turned down his invitation earlier that night.
"That's what you said last night, and the night before, baby! You know, Mark's gonna get the impression that you're not really interested in him at all! Don't wanna hurt my little feelings do you?" the husky man asked, squeezing her silken leg a bit.
"I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, Mark. You know that. But I just don't feel like it tonight. I know it sounds ridiculous, darling, but it just doesn't do anything for me anymore," she said softly, daring to look into the man's glittering eyes.
"Yeah? Well, it does sound kind of ridiculous. After all, Wendy, you know I knew you before your husband did. You were pretty free then!" Mark said, moving his hand up closer to her thigh.
"I know that, Mark ... but, well, things have changed. I just haven't been myself since Frank died. It just doesn't seem the same anymore. I don't seem to enjoy it as much," she said, thinking about the sexual joys she had experienced in Frank's bed.
"Sure, baby," he said, moving closer to her. "I understand how it is. But Frank's been gone two years now! You can't go on holding out like this! You don't expect him to come back and claim you, do you?" he said, a trace of derision in his deep voice.
"Please don't, Mark," Wendy said in a shallow voice, feeling hurt and a bit angry at the man who had been trying to conquer her for the past few weeks. "You know how it still hurts."
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Mark said, still sneakingly moving his fingers closer and closer to the object of his desires. "But you can't go on hurtin' forever, Wendy! You've got to come out of it and start living again! You used to be free and easy! I never saw a frown on your pretty face until Frank died! Shit, Wendy! You gotta live again! I can make you happy! I did, before Frank came along! Don't you remember all the wild times we had together? All those wild nights in bed! I remember once we went to bed together and didn't get out for a week except to eat a bite now and then!" Mark said, his cock rising at the mere thought of the great times he and Wendy had had before she had married Frank and settled down.
Wendy knew that Mark was right. She had been in limbo since Frank had died in an automobile accident two years before. She hadn't allowed herself to enjoy life since he had been taken away from her. She had given herself to him completely, and the shock of losing him had torn her apart. She had managed to put herself together again with the help of the love of her three young sons, but there was still a spark of life missing.
Wendy knew that Mark meant well. He wanted to give her back that spark of life. He wanted to get into her pussy, too, like all the men she knew wanted to do. She could forgive him for his lust for her. After all, she was the most luscious woman that the town of Briarwood had ever known, and all the men in town seemed to want a crack at her, now that she was free again. But she wasn't really free, not the way the men thought she was.
Wendy had been a free spirit in her younger years. She had been the swingingest teenager in town, and why not? She had had what it took to drive the boys wild, and she had used her feminine charms to advantage. She had jumped into the whirlpool of fuck-lust at an early age and had enjoyed every hot minute of it.
Wendy had done almost anything a girl could do with a boy by the time she was sixteen, and she had enjoyed each new experience more than the last. The boys flocked to her like bees to honey, and by the time she graduated she had earned her reputation as the town "honey-pot."
It had been her reputation as an easy fuck that had caused her a night of pain and anguish that she still remembered vividly. If not for her husband's love and understanding she was sure that she would never have been the same after that night, the night of her eighteenth birthday.
Wendy remembered that night as if it had been only yesterday. She had been going out with a motorcycle freak for a few days. Every time she thought of Tony Peterson's name she writhed inside with disgust. He had treated her fairly nicely at first, taking time to warm her up before he hauled out his huge nine inch cock and stuck it to her, but his gentle attentions didn't last long.
She had gone with him three or four times to a secret cabin in the middle of a woods outside of town. The cabin had been used for a long time as a place for the cycle freaks to bring their chicks for a fuck. Wendy would have preferred a nice comfortable motel room to the bleak atmosphere of the dirty cabin, but Tony never had enough money for the comforts she preferred. She had learned to tolerate the lumpy mattress and the dingy sheets for his sake.
She remembered how Tony had been acting a bit odd that evening, as if he half-expected something to happen. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder all the time. She remembered asking him if somepody was after him or something. After all, Tony was always getting into fights with his fellow bikers. She knew that he could handle himself in a fight, and her knowledge of his fearlessness gave her all the more reason to be uneasy about his own uneasiness. He had brushed her concern aside and hauled out his big. fat cock, presenting it to her to suck for him.
Wendy remembered sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out to fondle his naked dick and big hairy nuts. He dragged his balls out of his tight leather pants and let them hang loose. His rod snapped up in front of his tense young body and rubbed against the shiny leather of his black motorcycle jacket. She wrapped her long loving fingers around the dripping shaft of his dick and pulled the unyielding thing down until the purplish swollen head of it pointed right at her lips.
"Suck that dick, baby!" she remembered hearing him say in a low and controlled voice. "Suck that fucker real good, Wendy! Take it all the way down your throat!"
Wendy loved to suck cock, especially a cock as huge and hard as Tony's. She pressed her warm lips against the slippery head of Tony's swollen stiffness of his cock and planted wet loving kisses all over the bulging head of it. She kissed his rod from the shiny head to the root where the long shaft of his tool disappeared in the nest of curly hair on his groin.
Wendy could feel even now the jerking and throbbing of Tony's rock-hard cock in her hand and against her lips. She remembered flicking out her tongue and letting the tip of it slide up and down the pre-cum covered pole of flesh between Tony's strong legs, licking the underside of his rock-hard dick-head, making his cock jerk harder and harder with each loving lick of her warmly wet tongue.
"Take it in your mouth, baby!" she heard him say when his dick had become a red hot poker. 'Take it in there and suck it all the way down your sweet little throat!"
Wendy did as she was urged, and did it eagerly, opening her pretty little mouth as widely as she could and taking his burgeoning cock into her tightly constricted throat. She felt the satiny head of his huge throbbing organ pushing into her oral cavity, rubbing against her tongue and the roof of her mouth at the same time. She sucked hard on the jerking thing, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat. It wasn't long before she felt his cock-head pushing against the back of her sweet throat.
She remembered feeling the first thrust of his dick against the back of her throat when he began flexing the muscles of his hard ass and ramming his rod in and out of her face. She was used to sucking cock, and she loved to feel it punching in and out of her face. She managed somehow to avoid gagging when he banged his swollen rod against the sensitive back of her throat. She could suck dick all day, so long as the boy; she was sucking was gentle with her.
Tony was gentle with her, at least for a while. He had always been gentle with her, letting up on the hardness of his thrusts when she let him know that he was face-fucking her too furiously. But all of a sudden the kid seemed to change. He face-fucked her harder and faster, driving his huge cock in and out of her face with ever-increasing speed and urgency. She reached out and squeezed his leg to let him know that it was time to slow down. It did no good. He kept banging in and out of her.
She looked up and saw him unbuttoning his jacket, opening it and baring his hard young chest. He pushed his leather pants down, too, letting them fall in a pile around his ankles. She had never seen such a hard look on his face, a cold cruel look that frightened her. She tried to let him know that it was time to let her catch her breath, but he paid her no attention, no attention at all.
Wendy was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She was starting to choke on the huge hot plug of male flesh that Tony had thrust into her mouth. His thrust were so hard that her entire body shook with each lunge against her. She almost gagged each time his swollen dick-head hit the back of her throat. She moaned and whimpered, hoping that he would soon have the decency to pull that monstrous dick out of her tortured face.
Tony did finally pull out of her, but only when she started hitting him on the stomach. He pulled out of her and let his hard dick snap up against his naked stomach, making a strand of preseminal fluid splatter all over his hard belly.
"Tony! You almost choked me!" Wendy cried, her eyes filled with tears, coughing and sputtering. "And you loved it! Right, bitch?" Tony said in a hard voice that was completely pitiless.
"Tony! Don't talk to me like that! What's gotten into you tonight anyway? You know I hate to be manhandled this way!" Wendy said harshly, standing up and turning to leave.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Tony rasped, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. "You're not goin' nowhere till I'm finished with you! And I'm nowhere finished yet!" he growled.
Tony held her wrist tightly, turning it and squeezing hard until he had forced her to her knees in front of him. She struggled, but to no avail. He was just too strong.
"Now you open that mouth and suck that dick some more! And don't bite it unless you want your teeth knocked out!" he growled, putting his heavy hand behind her head and forcing her against his groin.
Wendy remembered how he forced her to suck his cock, banging it in and out wildly until she could hardly breathe. When he had had enough he pulled out of her face and threw her on the bed, standing over her and jerking himself off for a moment or two, making his rod hard as steel.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she heard herself cry. "Why? Why?" she screamed at the top of her voice.
"Shut the fuck up!" Tony shouted, bringing the back of his hand down hard against her cheek. "You think this is rough, bitch? You wait! When I get done with you you won't be able to walk for a week! I know you little cunts! You just want dick! You don't care how rough you get it! So don't give me no shit! You just spread them legs and take what I got for you! And I'm gonna give it to you hard too! Hard and hot! Just the way you like it!" he spat, crawling on top of her.
"But I don't... I don't like it that way!" she begged.
"Who gives a fuck? I like it that way! And that's the way I'm gonna give it to you!" he growled, grabbing his rock-hard cock and burying it in one hard thrust between her spread legs.
Wendy remembered screaming at the top of her voice when she felt the hard boy jabbing his distended man-flesh all the way up inside her. She felt the pain searing through her sensitive pussy as it was suddenly and cruelly stretched by Tony's huge hard organ.
"Take that dick! Take it, bitch! I want you to feel that fuckin' cock all the way up to. your throat!" he rasped, bucking his ass hard and fast, making her cunt burn with pain mingled with pleasure.
"But why? Why are you doing this? I give you everything you want! All I want you to do is be gentle with me!" she cried.
"Fuck that! I like it this way! I've just been gettin' you hot all this time, bitch! Now I got you where I want you and I'm gettin' what I want from you! Now you just lie there and take it! Go ahead and scream if you want to, bitch! Nobody's gonna hear you!" the cruel boy rasped, his dick banging in and out of her tight cunt.
Wendy writhed in agony as his cock banged in and out. He slapped her pretty face from time to time, slapped her whether she resisted him or not, as if he wanted nothing more than to see her hurt. She felt his heavy hard body against her, felt his hot moist breath against her cheek. He pressed his hot lips against hers and thrust his tongue all the way down her throat. He grabbed her naked tits after he had torn her blouse off her, grabbed them and squeezed hard on her resilient breasts.
She scratched his back, but that seemed only to make him hotter. His body strained hard against her. His balls slapped up against her crotch with each lunge into her. He reached behind her back and lifted her body off the bed, making her thrust out her pelvis. She knew that it wouldn't be long before he unloaded a stream of searing hot cum into her. Perhaps then he would leave her alone. She had to bring him off as soon as she could.
Wendy remembered writhing against him, matching his thrusts with movements of her own. She bit his shoulders, which seemed to make him hot beyond belief. She ground her pelvis against him, taking him all the way up her belly. She felt him stretching her insides, stretching her in a way that now gave her no real pleasure at all.
"Okay, cunt! That's the way! Move that twat! Suck that dick up there! Take it deep! Take it! I'm gonna shoot now, baby! I'm gonna fill that hot little cunt with a gallon of steamin' cum! Get ready for it! Here it comes!" he growled as his nuts blew up.
Wendy felt his wad shooting and shooting deep inside her, filling her with his hot semen. The stuff shot a dozen times inside her, trickling out of her grasping cunt and running down the shaft of his dick in rivers of hot thick sperm.
"Now leave me alone! You got what you wanted!" she cried, struggling against his panting body.
Tony pulled out of her and rolled over on his back on the bed. Wendy took her first opportunity to escape, jumping off the bed and running for the door. Her blouse was torn open, her tits naked. Her skirt was torn off now, too. She tried to cover herself with what remained of her skirt and blouse but it was no use. She would have to run out through the woods almost naked. It was awfully embarrassing, but it was better than staying with Tony another second.
Wendy threw open the cabin door, running as fast as she could to freedom, but it was not to be hers. She ran right into the arms of one of Tony's biker-buddies. She stared into the cold cruel eyes of the wicked looking biker who had caught her. She didn't know his name, but she remembered seeing him with Tony once or twice. She hadn't liked him then, and she didn't like him now.
She beat his chest with her fists a few times and kicked at him, screaming all the while. After a moment or two of intense struggling he let her go. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her, not daring to look either behind her or ahead of her. She got only a few steps before she found herself in the arms of another rough looking biker wearing a cycle jacket with the same design as the one Tony and his buddy wore.
"Lookin' for somebody, bitch?" the biker laughed.
Wendy remembered how her stomach sank when she looked around her and saw a dozen men, all looking as if they wanted to fuck the piss out of her. They came toward her, their cocks sticking out of their pants, all hard and ready to tear her apart with their enormous size. She looked back and saw Tony standing in the doorway of the cabin. His hands on his hips, stark naked with his hard cock towering up in front of him.
"Bring her on in, men! We're gonna have ourselves some hot fuckin' fun tonight!" he grinned.
The rest of her ordeal was too painful to remember. She had blotted out most of that horrible night. She remembered each one of those dozen or so bikers fucking her one after the other until she could no longer feel a thing between her legs. She had passed out eventually.
Her future husband Frank had found her the next morning. He had stumbled on her lying in a ditch while he had been hunting. He had taken her to his family's farm house and had nursed her back to health with the help of his mother. Wendy had begged them not to tell her parents what had happened. After a few days she was as good as new, at least physically.
It had taken months for her to recover from the terrible shock of the mass rape. Frank had fallen in love with her eventually. She had had a great deal of trouble responding to his love after her ordeal, but in time she had been able to accept his feelings for her as genuine. She had fallen in love with him completely. He had married her a short time later and had given her just the right amount of love and understanding she needed. They had settled down and raised a family of three handsome young boys, three boys that Wendy had loved with all her heart.
Frank had been killed two years before. The shock had been unbearable. She found the fears coming back again, the fears that had tortured her after her rape at the hands of the bikers. She knew that it was ridiculous to be afraid of men, but she was nonetheless. Now she was faced with the need to get back into the swing of things after years of peace and love with Frank. She knew that she would have to respond to men eventually. After all, she still craved sex, and craved it powerfully.
She was sitting next to a man who was willing and able to give her all the fucking she could handle. She knew it and he knew it, but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to accept his advances. He knew nothing of her ordeal with the bikers, of course. Nobody knew about it except Frank and his immediate family, all of whom were tight lipped about the incident. She couldn't imagine how he felt about her, especially since she had given him a lot of hot pussy in high school. She hoped he could understand her inability to warm up to him. But somehow she didn't think he would.
"Sure you won't change your mind, Wendy?" she heard Mark ask.
The sound of his voice brought her out of her reverie. She looked down at Mark's hand and found it up under her dress, his fingers only a short distance from the crotch of her panties. She wriggled away from him and brushed his hand away.
"I'm sorry, Mark," she said softly. "I just can't. Not yet."
"Okay, Wendy. I won't force anything on you, honey. You know that. But whenever you're ready you know that I'm waiting," Mark said, reluctantly taking his hand off her leg.
"I think I'd better get home, Mark darling," she said, smiling up at the handsome man as warmly as she could under the circumstances.
The fact was that Wendy had warm feelings for Mark. She knew that he would treat her gently. If she ever did want a man again, she knew, he would be the man she would run to. He knew it, too.
"Sure you won't stay a little longer?" Mark asked.
"The boys are probably waiting for me, Mark," she smiled, thinking of her three handsome young sons.
"Come on, Wendy. I'll drive you home. My bed's sure gonna be cold tonight, though!" Mark said, helping her to her feet and walking her to the door.
"Don't be silly, Mark," she said. "It's eighty degrees outside!"
"You know what I mean, baby!" he said putting his arm around her waist.
"I do indeed!" she said, squeezing his hand, knowing that she, too, had an empty bed waiting for her.
Chapter Two
An empty bed wasn't the only thing that Wendy had waiting for her at home that night. She had her three young sons, and her feelings for them had been bothering her lately, for good reason.
Wendy had always loved her three handsome young sons. How could she not? They were everything a woman could want in a family, handsome, athletic, bright, fun loving and loyal sons who would warm the heart of any mother. The problem was that her three boys warmed more than her heart.
She didn't know for certain when or why her love for Barry, Brett, and Billy had changed from pure motherly love to something more dangerous and taboo, but she did recognize that the change had taken place after Frank's death. It was almost as if her intense love of her husband, and her sexual attachment to him, were being transferred to her three boys, the three boys who were Frank's own flesh and blood.
Wendy saw in Barry, Brett, and Billy many of their father's qualities, qualities that she had always found irresistible, qualities that still made her pussy warm whenever she thought of them. Each of her sons seemed to have inherited enough of Frank's qualities to stimulate her in a way that a mother dared not be stimulated by her sons.
Of course, the boys had no idea that they were affecting their lovely mother so strangely. Wendy knew that they would never have guessed that her pussy was always warm and tingly whenever she was with them. Nobody would have guessed such a thing. She had never given the boys any reason to suspect her of lustful feelings for them, and she hoped never to give them reason to suspect. Still, there were times when she felt herself dangerously close to doing something unthinkable.
Often when she let her hand fall on one of the boys' strong young legs in a casual loving caress she had the urge to let her warm hand move up his leg and rest over the bulge of his crotch. Often when she had occasion to kiss one of the boys she had the urge to kiss more deeply and sensuously than a mother dared to kiss her own son. Often when she had occasion to be with one of the boys when he was dressing or undressing for some reason she had the urge to throw herself at him and jump headlong into the swirling whirlpool of incestuous love. She had caught herself just in time many times. She was beginning to wonder how many more times she could catch herself before she let herself slip off the edge of depravity.
Mark drove Wendy home that night and walked her to the door. He wanted to be invited in, perhaps to have one last try at getting into her pants, but she managed to resist his advances again. She did manage to summon enough courage to kiss him goodnight. She watched him drive away, wondering what he was thinking about her strange behavior.
Wendy waited until Mark's car was out of sight and turned away from her front door. She had to take a long walk, had to have time to herself to think over the confusion of feelings that swirled about inside her. She walked for what seemed like hours, trying to reconcile her naked desire for her three boys with her duty' as a mother. It was no use. Something told her that it was only a matter of time until chance forced her to take the first fateful step toward the relationship she both feared and longed for with her children.
By the time Wendy got home it was quite late. She had lost track of time completely. She could tell from the silence that the boys were upstairs in bed. From the clutter of glasses and the remains of snacks on the coffee table she gathered that they had taken advantage of her unexpected absence to watch the late show and fill their bellies with potato chips. They were boys, after all. She cleaned up their mess and sat down in a comfortable chair, tossing her head back and letting her long hair cascade over her shoulders.
She closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time that day.
Wendy was incredibly horny. Strangely enough her memories of her ordeal in the woods with the bikers always made her cunt steam. Mark had stimulated her, too. She could still feel his eager hand moving up under her dress toward the warm nest of her cunt. Her thoughts of Barry, Brett, and Billy hadn't helped her cool down either. She desperately needed a cock in her cunt or at least a pair of eager male lips and a long wet tongue lapping at the rosy gash of her hot pussy.
Being deprived of the organ of satisfaction she craved, Wendy was forced to make do the best she could. She felt her hand drawn between her legs as if to a magnet. She ran her hand down over her dress, smoothing the material along the perfect curve of her thigh. The warmth in her loins continued to grow, spreading all over her lovely body.
She sneaked her hand up along her naked thigh under her dress, rucking up her dress more and more by the second. She looked down at her leg as it came more and more fully into view. Her cunt was moist with desire, moist and twitching with unfulfilled passion.
Wendy gasped when she felt her own fingers against the damp crotch of her lacy panties. She moved her fingers just a bit, feeling the itching and tingling in the dewy lips of her cunt. Her belly fluttered with pleasure as she stimulated her responsive vagina.
The hot-assed woman slipped her fingers under her panties and fingered the naked flesh of her cuntlips until she could feel a fire raging between her lovely legs. She had to have free access to the hot spot between her legs. She had to go upstairs to her room and play with her steaming pussy until she flashed off.
Wendy glided upstairs, listening carefully at the top of the stairs to hear whether or not her boys were fast asleep. Hearing no noise and seeing no light filtering under the three doors of her sons' rooms she tiptoed into her own bedroom.
The horny mother slipped out of her dress and stood before her full length mirror, admiring her perfect feminine form. She still had what it took to drive a man wild. Her naked breasts were fine firm double handfuls of resilient flesh. Her long golden hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders like a golden waterfall, framing her naked breasts with shimmering smoothness. Her thighs were vibrant, her hips seductively curved, her legs long and silky. Her entire body seemed to glow with beauty.
The lovely thirty-six-year-old woman sat on a chair before her mirror, spreading her long lithe legs and staring at the rosy cunt that opened up lewdly in the mirror. How many men and boys had been driven wild by the sight, scent, taste and feel of her cunt! How many wonderful hours had she spent using her responsive cunt to make men crazy with lust. But it was all behind her now. She was afraid to give herself to a man for fear that he would hurt her as the cruel bikers had so long before.
Wendy knew that her three sons would never treat her unkindly. She closed her eyes and imagined her twelve-year-old son Billy standing in the room in front of her, his blue eyes glittering. She saw him standing before her, wearing only his underpants. She saw him brush his cowlick out of his eyes and look down at his feet as if he felt her eyes roving over his nearly naked body. He shuffled his feet and fidgeted with his hands the way he always did when he was on the spot.
Wendy imagined beckoning him toward her, imagined the twelve-year-old boy walking nervously toward her, stopping so close that she could reach out and touch him. And touch him, she did. She felt her hand reaching out and touching his young chest. She felt the warmth of his body soaking into her loving hand, felt his young heart beating harder and faster in his chest.
The sensations that seethed within the hot-assed mother as she imagined her hand moving over Billy's silken body were enough to make her dizzy. She burned with desire for her twelve-year-old son, burned with incestuous lust for the boy. She felt her hand moving over his strong young chest and down over his hard stomach. She felt his muscles flexing nervously as her hand continued to explore his nearly naked body.
Wendy could almost feel the waistband of his white briefs as she hooked her fingers under the elastic. She stared between her son's legs at the soft bulge beneath his underpants. She could see the swelling of his young cock and balls. She longed to see her son's sexual equipment, longed to see how well her boy had developed since the last time she had gazed upon his cock and balls. She abandoned herself completely to her wild imagination, diddling her seething cunt while visions of her and her son danced through her mind. She burned inside when she saw and felt herself drawing her son's underpants down inch by inch, staring between his legs as more and more of his groin came into view.
She felt her body shudder when she saw the slight growth of brown fuzz below his belly. She saw the boy squirm slightly as she drew his underwear down until she could see the soft little prick that dangled between his legs. She pulled his underpants all the way down and let them fall around his ankles, staring hungrily at his naked dick and balls.
"Mom, what are you doin'?" she heard him ask in the daydream world of her horny imagination.
"I'm going to do wonderful things to you, Billy darling!" she said, reaching out and daring to touch the little penis that hung between his tense legs.
"Golly, Mom!" Billy gasped when he felt her fingers on his dick. "You really gonna touch me there?"
"I'll do more than touch you, darling!" she heard herself say in a warm voice dripping with honey.
Wendy held her son's cock in her loving hand, moving it gently and watching Billy's amazed expression as his cock started to lengthen and swell in her hand. She reached out with her other hand and cradled his young balls, squeezing them gently while she fondled his dick. She saw every muscle in his fine young body tighten as she excited his little cock and balls.
"Gosh, Mom! It's gettin' bigger!" she heard him gasp as he stared down at his hardening dick.
"Yes it is, darling! It's getting hard and long and thick, just the way I like it! Does it feel good, Billy?" she asked, her cunt tingling and twitching with the same excitement that was stimulating his young dick.
"It sure does feel good, Mom! Wow!" the kid rasped.
"Let me rub it for you, son!" she breathed, holding his rock-hard prick with the fingers of one silken hand and rubbing the naked head of his swollen prick with the palm of her other hand.
Wendy saw Billy grow suddenly tense. He stood on his tiptoes and sucked in his breath as if the sensation she inspired in his dick and balls was too much for him to stand. She continued rubbing gently, making him gasp with each stroke of her palm over the head of his rod.
"Do you like that too, Billy?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah!" the boy rasped.
"I'm sure you'll like this, too, Billy!" she smiled, wrapping her long silken fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off ever so slowly, making his young nuts ache with sperm.
The horny mother beat her son off in her wild imagination until she knew he would shoot his wad in another second unless she stopped for a minute or two. She felt his dick suddenly swell to ever greater proportions and snap up against her eager hand.
"Would you like to put your nice hard dick in my mouth, Billy?" she asked her hard-cocked son.
"Put it where?" he asked, bewildered.
"In my mouth, darling!" she smiled wickedly, her cunt twitching with hot desire for her son. "Come to mommy, Billy boy!" she said, reaching out and putting her hands behind her boy's hard buttocks.
Wendy imagined herself pulling the boy toward her, closer and closer to her eager face. She moved him toward her until his jerking cock was only an inch or two away from her lips. The long hard thing was standing straight up against his hard young belly, dripping with preseminal fluid and looking hard as steel and smooth as velvet.
Unable to resist the temptation another second, Wendy pressed her warm and willing lips against the slippery head of Billy's hard-on. She longed to taste his throbbing young male flesh. She flicked out her tongue and touched it to the bulging purplish head of his rod, tasting his salty pre-cum and loving every free-flowing drop of it.
"Does that feel nice, darling?" she heard herself ask.
Billy made a dry rasping sound in reply to his licentious mother.
"If you like that, Billy, I'm sure you'll just love this!" she said, opening her mouth and sucking his dick into her face.
Wendy felt her young son's dick snap up against the roof of her mouth when she began licking and sucking it. Her tongue raced expertly over and under the head of his jerking rod. She ran her tongue from the head of his dick all the way to the root of it, making it hotter and juicier by the second. She knew that her son was going wild with pleasure.
She felt Billy's body shaking. She reached up and grabbed his sperm-filled young nuts, feeling them suddenly tighten between his legs. She knew that her twelve-year-old boy was about to shoot a wad of hot sperm down her throat. Her virginal young son was about to shoot his first wad down his own mother's sucking throat.
"Mom! Something's happening to me! Oh, gosh! Wow!" she heard her son gasp when his nuts blew up.
Wendy was seething with desire now. Her fingers worked wildly between her naked legs, diddling the hot lips of her cunt. Her imaginary experience with Billy had her burning with sex-heat. She could almost taste Billy's sperm as it shot hot and hard down her sweet throat.
"Billy! Shoot it, Billy! Fill my face with your sperm!" she gasped, realizing that she was actually saying the words that went with her wild incestuous fantasy.
The hot-assed woman rubbed her juicy cunt harder and harder, making her entire body shake and shiver with pure delight. Her cunt ran with musky sex fluids, fluids that she knew her son would love to lap up and suck into his young mouth.
"I want to drink your sperm, Billy! I want to feel it running down my throat! Oh, God, darling! I need it! Fill me with it! You'll feel so wonderful when you come!" she moaned as she rubbed her hot twat.
Wendy worked her hand around against her slippery cunt while she kneaded the flesh of her naked breasts with her free hand. She was low in the chair, her long naked legs spread widely, her cunt open and red with passion. Her hard nipples were tingling with pleasure. Her aureoles were goose-pimpled with excitement. Her body glowed with sensuality. She was a mind-boggling sight for twelve-year-old Billy when he slowly opened the door and walked into her bedroom.
Billy was unable to say a word when he saw his mother doing something wild to her cunt. He didn't know exactly what she was doing, but he somehow didn't think he was supposed to see her doing it. He wanted to turn and leave, but he was rooted to the spot. He wanted to say something to let her know he was there, or at least to clear his throat, but he was paralyzed. Not a sound escaped his lips.
His beautiful mother sure seemed to enjoy what she was doing to herself. She moaned and groaned, but it wasn't in pain. She seemed to be feeling something like he did when he rubbed his young cock and made it hard. He craned his neck to try to get a better look between her legs. When he saw her rosy spread-open cunt he almost keeled over.
He was actually looking at his own mother's pussy. He hadn't even seen a woman naked, much less looked between her legs at her cunt. The only women he had seen naked had been in some girlie magazines that his fourteen-year-old brother Barry had brought home. But seeing his mother naked like that was a whole lot better than looking at some pictures.
Billy knew that he should leave the room. It just wasn't right for him to be there watching his mother do whatever she was doing to herself. He didn't really want to leave though, and of course he couldn't even if he had wanted to, so petrified was he at the moment. His young cock was getting petrified, too.
Billy felt his little prick get long and hard between his trembling young legs. He had been getting embarrassed a lot lately, when his cock got stiff and stood out in his pants. It made a big bulge that all the girls could see if they looked in the right place. He had to jerk off every time his dick got that way. If he didn't make the white stuff squirt out of his dick the thing would stay hard all day.
Billy wanted to haul out his stiff little dick and beat off right there. There was something strangely stimulating about being in such a dangerous situation. His mother was incredibly beautiful, after all. He had noticed her beauty before, of course, but he had never seen her looking as sexy as she did now. Just standing there and watching her rub that secret place between her legs made his balls ache.
His mother had been muttering something when he walked in, something that he couldn't quite make out. She was opening her lips again now, as if she were talking in her sleep. Billy remembered that he sometimes said things when he was jerking off, dirty things that make his dick tingle. He wondered if his mother was doing the same thing. Could it be that his mother was rubbing her pussy the way he rubbed his cock to make himself feel good? He had had no idea that women did such things, especially not his own mother. He sure was learning a lot about sex lately, he thought. He had no idea how much more he would learn in the next few days.
Wendy was driving herself wild with naked lust for her son. Even as he stood there in the shadows watching her, she let her mind call up the most stimulating images of him. She saw him standing in front of her with his cock hanging half-hard in front of him, still dribbling cum after he had shot off in her sweet face.
The hot-assed mother imagined his dick rising again in a moment or two as if he were suddenly as horny as he had been at the start of their sexual encounter. Her cunt was still blazing with sexual fire. She needed his dick inside her, needed to feel his stiff young organ pushing in and out of her seething twat.
"I want you to fuck me, Billy darling!" she heard herself say, her body tingling all over with sexual electricity. "I want you to take that stiff thing of yours and put it between my legs! I want you to stick it into my little cunt, Billy! I want you to fuck me hard and fast, lover! Don't be afraid! I'll teach you how to fuck a woman! Ill teach you how to fuck your mother just the way she loves it!" she breathed feverishly.
Billy couldn't believe his ears. He listened carefully to the words his mother was muttering in the heat of her masturbating passion. He couldn't make out all of them, but he heard enough to realize that she was talking to him. It was impossible! She was thinking about him while she frenziedly rubbed her cunt! It almost made him dizzy with confusion and strange excitement.
Wendy imagined Billy walking toward her as she fell on her back on the bed. She spread her long lithe legs and invited the twelve-year-old boy to sink his rod into her juicy cunt. He eagerly accepted her invitation, falling on her and driving his rock-hard prick into her seething cunt. Wendy felt her son's dick plunge into her hot wet cunt. It was the first cock she had had in her cunt in two years. It was the most delicious sensation she could imagine.
"Oh, Billy! Fuck me, Billy! Move it in and out of me! Make me scream, lover! I don't care if you are my son! Use that beautiful cock on me! Fuck the piss out of me! Screw your mother! Screw me!" she begged, her twat on fire with lust for her youngest boy.
Billy stared wide-eyed at his mother's inadvertent display. His dick was hard as a rod of steel in his pants. His balls were hot and tense between his legs. He breathed harder and faster. His heart pounded in his young chest. He had to get away, had to flee the lascivious scene in front of him. He didn't dare let his mother see him there now.
He summoned up all his strength and tore himself away. He was so excited, and nervous, however, that he ran right into the half-open door, making enough racket to attract anyone's attention.
Wendy almost died when she saw her son in her room. His back was to her, now, but she knew that he had seen her playing with her cunt. It was too horrible to be true. Her daydream of lust disappeared immediately, but not the burning desire that blazed in her twat.
"Billy!" she cried, jumping up and striding over to her twelve-year-old son.
Wendy grabbed Billy's shoulder and held him fast. She shivered with fear and excitement. She felt his warmth radiating through her hand. Her other hand ran down his side. She wanted to run her hand around in front of him and grab his young cock, but she resisted the temptation somehow.
"What are you doing here, Billy?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Nothin', Mom! Honest! I didn't see anything!" the boy gasped, barely able to get the words out.
"Go to your room now, Billy," she said softly. "Well have to talk this over later."
Wendy closed the door behind her son. She had to get herself together, and to assess the position she had gotten herself into with her twelve-year-old boy.
Chapter Three
There was no escaping the fact that Billy had been watching her playing with her cunt. He had heard her say the most obscene things, too, and using his name in the heat of her fantasy. He had to know that she was thinking of him while she was stimulating her cunt. What could he possibly think of her? He hadn't been able to look her in the eye before he left the room as fast as his feet could carry him.
At first Wendy wondered if she could ever face her son again. He was an impressionable young lad, after all. She knew that he hadn't had any real sexual experience with girls yet, but he wasn't completely uninformed about the facts of sexuality. He had to know what she was doing to herself, and he had to realize sooner or later that he himself had made her cunt hot that night by stimulating her wild imagination.
She had to face him, and she had to do it that night. She had to find some way of explaining what had happened. It was now or never, before the experience had a chance to stir up Billy's imagination and change the way he felt about his mother.
Wendy wasn't really ready to face her son again so soon. She wanted to wait at least until the heat in her pussy had a chance to cool down a bit, but she had to act quickly. Her belly fluttering with fear and embarrassment, the wicked mother threw on her gown and ran on tiptoes down the hall to her youngest son's bedroom. She waited outside his closed door for a moment or two, trying to gather her wits about her and waiting for her heart to stop beating so hard and fast, waiting for her breathing to slow down a bit.
Wendy listened carefully, holding her breath when she thought she heard something in his room. The light was off, but she knew that he couldn't have gone to sleep so soon after his mind-boggling experience in her bedroom. She thought she had heard heavy breathing and the creaking of bedsprings. She knew that she should control her urges, but it was too late. She had to find out what he was doing. If he was doing what she thought, it would be the most exciting thing she had seen in years.
She fell to her knees before her son's door, peering through the keyhole and gasping at what she saw. A wash of moonlight streamed in through her son's open window, just enough light to illuminate his naked body. He was lying on his back in bed, his fingers wrapped around the hard shaft of his young penis. He was jerking off in a frenzy, his hand flying up and down over the stiff shaft of his dick.
Wendy's twat almost melted between her legs as she peeked in on her son's masturbating. She couldn't resist the temptation to reach under her gown and work her fingers between the lips of her steaming cunt. She was dizzy with excitement. She knew how depraved it was to watch her son doing such a thing, but the taboo in it all made it more stimulating for her.
The twelve-year-old boy was bouncing up and down on his bed, bucking his ass and bouncing up and down harder and harder by the minute. She stared at his heaving body and secretly wished that his body was straining against her. She could almost feel his smooth hard young prick slipping in and out of her tight wet cunt-hole.
Billy's imagination was going wild, too. He couldn't get out of his mind the wildly exciting memory of his mother sitting in her bedroom and diddling her steaming pussy. He could see the rosy lips of her cunt before his eyes. He could see her nimble fingers tugging at her raggedy cunt-lips, glistening with moisture, and her big beautiful breasts naked and tempting. He could see her nipples stiff and inviting. He imagined himself walking toward her, getting on his knees between her spread legs to watch what she was doing.
Billy suddenly realized that his mother had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. When he considered the fact that she had had been muttering all kinds of dirty things and begging him to fuck her, he thought he wouldn't be able to stand the aching in his nuts another second. She was his mother and she had begged him to fuck her! It was almost too much for the horny young boy to comprehend.
Wendy couldn't help herself any longer. She felt herself rising to her feet as if motivated by some force stronger than her power to resist. She felt herself being driven by her incestuous lust for her young son. She felt her hand move to the doorknob, felt the door slowly opening, felt herself gliding into her son's room.
She stood silently in the shadows watching Billy bounce up and down in his bed, his fingers firmly wrapped around the long hard shaft of his young prick. His balls were bouncing between his hairless legs. His muscles were tense. She knew that he was on the brink of ejaculation. She had to stop him before it was too late. She needed his cock hard and his balls full of sperm.
"Hello, Billy!" she said loudly enough for him to hear.
Wendy watched as Billy stopped beating off and jumped out of bed as if the house were on fire. He made a mad dash for his clothes, which were lying in a pile by the bed. Wendy moved close to him, standing only a foot or so away from his clothes so that when he bent over to retrieve them his face would be right between her legs.
Wendy put her hand on Billy's naked shoulder and held him in his bent over position. She seethed with depraved desire, seethed with the urge to do something taboo. She took a deep breath and parted her gown, letting the sash belt fall to the floor. She exposed her naked cunt to her young son, letting him gaze at her secret treasure.
Billy couldn't believe his eyes. He blinked uncontrollably. His mouth fell open. He stared wild eyed between his mother's legs. She was really standing there in his room. It wasn't a dream any longer. It wasn't enough that she had caught him in the act of jerking off, she was actually exposing herself to him. Her gown couldn't have fallen open all by itself. She stood there boldly letting him stare between her legs at her furry nest.
Billy's rigid dick jerked between his legs. He had been ready to squirt all the way to the ceiling when she had suddenly appeared in his room. Now his nuts felt as if they would blow up like hand grenades at any minute. What did his beautiful mother want of him? Didn't she know that she was having a powerful effect upon him? Didn't she know that she was making his dick and balls ache with tension?
"Do you like what you see, Billy?" his mother asked, her pussy trembling with excitement.
Billy make a rattling sound in his throat. He was too excited and confused to say anything intelligible.
"Would you like to see more?" she asked, hei belly fluttering.
Billy looked up and answered with his glittering eyes.
Wendy held out her hand and helped him to his feet. She stepped away from her son and let her eager eyes rove over his naked body. She smiled wickedly at him, smiled a smile that no mother dared smile at her own son.
"Well, Billy, do you like your mother's body?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders and letting her transparent gown fall to the floor.
Billy nodded weakly. The fact was that he loved his mother's body. She was as least as beautiful as any of the girls in the girlie magazines he had looked at. Just looking at her made Him weak all over. He wanted to reach out and feel her naked tits. He wanted to bury his face in her breasts and feel her naked flesh against his cheeks. The more he stared at her the more he wanted to lose himself in her beauty.
"You're growing up fast, Billy!" Wendy smiled, reaching out and touching his cheek. "You're so handsome and strong! All that swimming you've been doing lately had made you awfully strong and fit! Just look at those muscles!" she said, letting her warm hand slide down to his shoulder.
Wendy squeezed her son's upper arm and felt his strong young muscles moving beneath her fingers. She let her hand move from his upper arm back to his broad shoulder and down over his chest. His heart was racing with excitement. She kept moving her warm silken hand over his body, driving him wild. Her fingers trailed down over his hard young stomach and stopped at the slight growth of hair on his groin.
"Do you know what I was doing when you came into my room a while ago, Billy?" she asked in a honeyed voice.
"No, Mom," the boy lied.
"Really?" she breathed, letting her fingers move down over his groin, stopping near the base of his stiff dick.
"Well, I guess I might know," Billy said in a hoarse voice.
"What do you think I was doing, Billy darling?" she asked. "Don't be afraid or embarrassed, Billy! After all, you're my son, darling! You have nothing to hide from your mother! Now what do you think I was doing to myself?" she breathed, her fingers daring to press against the stiff root of his young penis.
"Were you doin' somethin' like I was? I mean .. .," the boy struggled, his body stiffening when he felt the tips of his mother's fingers on the shaft of his aching cock.
"I know exactly what you mean, Billy," she purred. "You were jacking off. Isn't that what you boys call it when you wrap your hand around your nice little cocks and make yourself feel good? And I was playing with my pussy, wasn't I, darling?" she smiled.
Billy nodded his head. She was saying things to him that he had never heard her say before. He hadn't even thought that she knew such dirty words. Not only was she talking dirty, but she was talking dirty to him, her own son. It made him feel all funny inside.
"Did you enjoy watching me do that to myself, Billy?" she asked. "Did it make your penis all stiff?" she asked in a voice that dripped with sexuality.
"Uh-huh," he muttered, staring at his mother's naked tits, not daring to look into her lovely eyes.
"Did I make you this horny, darling boy? Did I make you so homy that you had to go up to your room and jack off so that you could get to sleep? Don't be embarrassed, Billy!" she teased, lifting her son's face and making him stare into her glittering eyes.
"I guess so, Mom," the boy managed to say. "I couldn't help it, Mom! Honest! I didn't mean anything! I couldn't help it!"
"Billy darling, it's nothing to be ashamed of! Really! Any boy would get excited if he saw a woman playing with her pussy! It's perfectly natural! And what else could you do but masturbate after an experience like that?" she said soothingly.
"But you're my Mom!" Billy struggled.
"I know that, Billy! But that doesn't have to stop us, does it?" she smiled sweetly.
"Stop us?" the boy rasped, his rod throbbing.
"That's right, Billy darling! I don't think our relationship should stop us from having fun together, do you?" she asked, now giving herself to the dark urges that drove her.
"Uh, what kind of fun, Mom?" Billy dared to ask.
"I don't know exactly yet, Billy. Why don't we find out? What would you like to do?" she asked, wrapping her long slender fingers around the dripping shaft of his twelve-year-old cock.
"Gosh, Mom! I don't know!" the boy rasped, gasping when she grabbed his hard-on. "Golly, Mom! What are you doin'?"
Wendy took her hand off her son's cock and walked away from him, not wanting to frighten him by suddenly being too bold. She sauntered around the room, wiggling her pretty ass all the while and letting him have a good long look at her nude form. Then she turned and approached him again, tossing her long hair behind her and looking like the sex hungry vixen she was.
"Since you enjoyed watching me play with my cunt, why don't I just put on a little show for you? I'll diddle myself and let you watch! You can get as close to my pussy as you wish! Doesn't that make those balls of yours ache a little?" she asked in a voice smoldering with sex-heat, knowing that she was driving the boy wild.
"You really mean it, Mom?" Billy gasped, gaping at her.
"Of course, darling! I'll show you how much I mean it!" the hot-assed older woman smiled, sitting on the edge of her son's bed and spreading her long slender legs.
"But, uh, we shouldn't! It's dirty! Isn't it, Mom?" the kid choked, staring at the pussy that opened lewdly when she spread her legs.
"It's a bit unusual, darling, I must admit! But life is just full of unusual things, and they're very often the most fun of all! In fact, Billy, it makes me hot all over just thinking about the things we could do together! I would just love to teach you all about the things that boys and girls can do together! Who can teach a boy better than his mother?" she cooed, reaching between her legs and spreading her cunt open even further with two ringers.
Wendy beckoned for her naked twelve-year-old to come to her. He obeyed somewhat nervously, walking toward her stiff-legged, his rigid young organ bobbing up and down in front of him as he moved. She saw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum glistening on his cock-head. She knew that he would do anything she said, knew that her inexperienced son would willingly jump with her into the whirlpool of incest.
When Billy was close to her she motioned for him to get on his knees between her spread legs. He obeyed, unable to take his eyes off her spread-open cunt for a second. He watched while she manipulated the rosy lips of her seething twat. Her cunt was wet and steaming with desire. The boy felt as if all of his strength had been sapped from his body. He didn't dare resist the spell his mother had cast over him, and the more he stared at her private place the less he wanted to resist it.
"Watch carefully now, Billy! I'll show you how to make a woman feel just wonderful with your fingers!" she purred, her twat tingling all over with depraved passion. "Watch carefully, darling! I'm sure that this will make you very popular with the ladies when you grow up a bit!"
The hot-assed mother let her fingers graze the flesh of her cunt, making her pussy twitch and tingle with excitement. She rubbed the little bud of her clitoris until her entire body shivered with delight. The boy's eyes were glued between her legs as she stroked her hot little clit. The taboo of the situation made her head swim with excitement. She was actually letting her twelve-year-old virginal son watch her play with her cunt. It was enough to make any imaginative woman's twat drip with honey.
"Do you see this hot looking place between the lips of my pussy, lover?" she asked her son.
Billy nodded excitedly. He saw the place all right. It seemed to glow bright pink. It seemed slightly swollen. She rubbed it with the tips of her fingers and it made her shudder when she touched it. Maybe it made her feel the way his cock-head made him feel sometimes when he rubbed it with his thumb.
"You must always stimulate this place, Billy! Remember that, darling! This is my clitoris! Girls just love to have their clitties played with! Your cock will rub against my clit and make me hot inside, Billy!" she said excitedly, tasting the words on her lips.
"My . .. my ... my what?" the boy gasped, unable to believe his ears.
"Never mind, lover," she laughed. "There's plenty of time for that later!"
Wendy knew that she shouldn't introduce her innocent young son to too many new and exciting things all at once. She wanted to give him a crash course of hot fucking and sucking, but it wasn't necessary to confuse him all at once. She wanted to let things come naturally.
"I just love to have a man's fingers inside my cunt, too, Billy!" Wendy said in a lascivious voice, poking a stiffened finger between the rubbery lips of her dripping cunt.
Seething with depraved desire, the homy mother finger-fucked herself while her little son watched. She spread her legs wider than ever and moved her forefinger in and out of her tight wet cunt-hole, slowly at first, but with ever increasing speed and urgency.
"Do you like watching me, Billy?" she asked in a sultry voice.
The boy nodded. He had never seen anything as nasty and exciting in his life.
"Would you like to try it yourself?" she asked in a carefully controlled voice.
"Try it myself?" Billy asked hoarsely.
"That's right, lover boy!" she said. "Wouldn't you like to touch your mother's cunt?"
"Can I? Really, Mom? Is it all right? I mean, uh, isn't that kinda ... kinda . .." the kid struggled.
"Nasty?" she suggested with a knowing smile. "Of course it is, Billy! It's awfully nasty! Nothing could be nastier! But nasty things are always the most fun of all! And of course nobody needs to know about it but us! In fact, Billy, we must be very careful not to tell anybody our little secret! Do you understand?" she said, her finger to her lips.
"I won't tell, Mom!" Billy promised.
"Wonderful! Then why don't you come closer, Billy? Come closer to your mother's cunt! It's all hot and ready for you! Come and feel your mother's pussy, darling!" she said, crooking her finger and beckoning the young lad toward her seething snatch.
The boy moved between his mother's spread legs, walking on his knees until he was so close to her private place that he could reach out and touch her there. He raised his hand but he couldn't move it toward her cunt without her help. She took his hand in hers and guided it between her legs. When Billy felt the incredible heat and moistness of his mother's fragrant cunt he began moving his fingers against her wet flesh all by himself.
The silken smoothness of his mother's cunt-flesh amazed him. His fingertips glided over her rosy inner flesh. Her cunt seemed to flow with cunt-honey like a fountain between her spread legs. He touched the trembling lips of his mother's pussy, touched them until she begged him to put his finger against the hot bud of her clit.
"Touch my clit, Billy! Oh, God! It's so hot, so fucking hot! Stroke me there, little lover! Oh, yes! That's so wonderful! Press it for me! Press my clitoris!" she moaned.
Billy's quivering young cock was standing up against his belly, dripping with preseminal fluid. His balls were swollen with youthful sperm, feeling as if they would burst at any moment. He got hotter and hotter by the second. The sound of his mother's sultry voice, the sound of her moans of delight made him wild inside. He would do anything for his mother, anything at all!
"I want you to lick me, darling!" she gasped, dying to have Billy's handsome young face buried between her legs.
"Lick you? Huh, Mom?" Billy rasped, looking up at her glittering eyes.
Did she really want him to do that to her? The idea sounded great to him. He had heard some of the older guys talk about eating pussy, but he never thought that he would ever be eating his mother's pussy.
"Lick my cunt, Billy! Hurry! I need it so! Lick it! Make your mother come, Billy!" she cried, her twat blazing.
Wendy reached down and put her hands behind Billy's head and pulled him toward her cunt. He made no effort to resist. Wendy knew that he was having the time of his life. She wondered if he could learn to eat pussy as well as his father had.
As his mother's cunt came closer and closer the boy became more and more interested in tasting it. The scent and sight of his mother's cunt drove him wild with passion. He breathed her intoxicating scent deeply into his lungs. If her pussy tasted as good as it looked and smelled, the boy thought, it had to be the greatest thing in the world.
"Oh, yes! Yessssssss! That's it, Billy! Lick me, son! Don't be afraid! Lick my cunt!" she hissed when she felt her son's warm moist breath against the hot flesh between her legs.
Billy buried his young face between her mother's legs and gave himself up completely to the intoxication that made his head reel. He felt her seething twat against his cheek. He began moving his head to and fro, rubbing his smooth cheeks against the even smoother flesh of her wet cunt. Then he began pressing his lips against her cunt.
"God! It's beautiful! Are you sure you haven't done this before, Billy?" Wendy gasped, amazed at how hot her virginal young son could make her feel.
Encouraged by his mother's moans and groans of pure delight, the young son flicked out his tongue and began lapping at her juicy gash. The taste of her blazing cunt was enough to hook him for life. He loved running his tongue up and down the crack between her legs. Her twat seemed to grow wetter all the time as her feminine juices flowed. He sucked her cunt-honey into his mouth, savoring the stimulating taste.
"My clit, darling! Lick my clit! Faster! Harder! Oh, Billy! You're doing it so beautifully! Lick me! Eat my hot cunt, son! You're going to make me come!" she cried.
Billy did as he was told, and did it with youthful eagerness. His tongue raced over his mother's turgid little bud of flesh, making, her shiver and shake with ultimate pleasure. Billy felt her legs wrapping around his shoulders, holding his face against her seething gash tightly.
The sensations in Wendy's twat were growing more and more intense by the second. She knew that she was about to flash in ecstasy. Her cunt felt charged with sexual electricity. His tongue flew up and down between her rubbery cunt-lips until all of a sudden her pussy flashed with pleasure.
"Oh God, I'm coming. I'm commminnnngggggg!" she cried as her hot twat exploded with sensation.
Wendy felt her pussy flooding with warmth. She felt dams bursting inside her, felt a flood of pleasure that threatened to carry her away. Her body writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm tore through her in torrents of sensation. She held her handsome son tightly to her, pressing his young face against her flashing cunt. It was the most powerfully affecting orgasm she had ever experienced. She came again and again, and each flash was more beautiful than the one before.
Wendy closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the pleasure that flooded her mind. She almost forgot about the young boy whose face was buried between her legs. She suddenly became aware that her son was gasping for breath. When she realized that she was holding him too tightly she loosened her hold on him.
"That was lovely, Billy! You made me come, darling! Now I want you to feel good, too! Billy darling, come here and give me that darling cock of yours! I'm going to finish the job you started yourself! I'm going to jerk you off and make you shoot your sperm!" she smiled wickedly, staring at the dripping dick that stood up straight as an arrow from his groin.
Billy got off his knees and stood in front of his lovely mother. He tried to look and act as if he were not at all nervous, but there was no hiding his youthful excitement. His arms dangled at his sides. He fidgeted clumsily as she reached out to take his cock in her fingers.
Wendy took his hands and put them on his hips. He managed somehow to keep them there while she jerked him off. She wrapped hex silken fingers around the slippery shaft of his rigid penis and began moving her hand up and down with a slow and steady rhythm.
"Does that feel good, Billy?" she asked in a sultry voice full of naked lust.
"Yeah, Mom!" Billy rasped. "It feels great!"
Wendy moved her hand faster and faster as her son's tension built. His dick and balls were already aching for release, and she knew it. She knew that it would be only a matter of seconds until he shot his wad. Her hand began flying up and down his cock-shaft. His nuts were bouncing up and down with each stroke of her hand on his rod.
The hot-assed mother reached up and cradled his nuts in her warm silken hand. She felt the heavy egg-shaped organs, knowing that they were loaded with hot cum. She was about to make her son shoot his first wad into a woman's hand. Her own son was about to fill her hand with sperm. It was enough to make the woman faint with excitement. "Gosh, Mom! I'm gonna shoot it if you don't stop!" the boy rasped.
"I want you too, lover! I want you to shoot that sperm right into my hand, Billy! Do it, darling! Do it now!" the horny mother hissed, beating him off in a frenzy.
Billy's dick suddenly snapped up harder than ever in her hand. He sucked in his breath just as a wad of hot cum shot from the head of his swollen rod. Wendy squeezed him tightly as another spurt and another and another shot from the head of his cock.
The boy's sperm kept flying from his dick in what seemed like a never-ending volley. His cum poured from his dick until Wendy's hand was filled with it. Some of it splattered against her naked tits and her silken throat. It ran down over her nipples, making them tingle with delightful sensation.
Wendy kept milking his dick, squeezing it gently and forcing more and more of his hot semen to rise from his nuts. She held his balls with one hand while she beat him off with the other. She kneaded his young balls gently, rolling the heavy organs around in his tight scrotal sac. She ran her fingers down between his legs, almost to the ring of his anus, pressing hard and making his balls feel better than they had ever felt. _
The boy almost collapsed when his wad shot. He had to put his hands on his mother's shoulders to steady himself. He breathed heavily, his young heart racing in his chest. It was the wildest thing that had ever happened to him.
Wendy rubbed her hands together, feeling the slipperiness of her boy's hot sperm on her palms. She knew that he had enjoyed the wildly exciting things she had done to him, knew that he would be willing to do more deliciously depraved things with her.
Wendy held her son gently for a while as his young body relaxed after its exertion. Then she kissed him on the lips and told him to run off to bed.
"Get a good sleep, Billy!" she smiled. "You really must keep your strength up if we're going to play like this more often! And remember, not a word about this to anyone! Promise?" she asked.
"I promise, Mom!" the boy said, closing the door behind him and tiptoeing down the hall to his room.
Chapter Four
A few days passed before Wendy once again dared to approach one of her boys with sexual intentions. Billy seemed to have taken it very well. He hadn't mentioned what had happened, although the way he looked at her told her that he wanted more of the same whenever she got around to giving it to him again. He had been spending a lot of time in the house with her while his two athletic brothers went about their usual activities. She knew that Billy was hoping that she would turn him on again some time while his brothers were out of the house.
She managed to resist temptation for a while, but one afternoon her incestuous desire became too much for her again. Thirteen-year-old Brett and fourteen-year-old Barry were at the school playing basketball while Billy had stayed at home. Billy was obviously horny. Wendy could tell from the way the boy sat with his legs spread, letting her see his crotch whenever he had the chance. She could tell by the way he followed her around, too. He wouldn't let her out of his sight for a minute.
Finally Wendy led Billy by the hand into the living room and closed the curtains. Her cunt was steaming by now. She could see Billy's young cock sticking down the leg of his pants. He was as horny as she was, and she saw no reason not to take advantage of the situation.
"Well, Billy, are you ready to play again?" she smiled, standing before the boy with her hands on her curvy hips.
"Gosh, yeah, Mom!" Billy said, sitting up straight on the sofa. "I've been ready all the time!"
"I thought so, Billy! You're a very horny boy! I can't tell you how lucky I am having a boy as horny and handsome as you, Billy! I'm a very homy woman, you know!" she smiled. "I need a tireless stud to take care of me, darling!" she purred.
"Gosh, Mom!" the boy said, flushing with embarrassment and looking down at his feet.
Overcome by warmth for her somewhat bashful young son, Wendy sat down beside him and hugged him to her. She felt her breasts crushing up against him under her silk blouse. She felt her nipples hardening and tingling with excitement.
"Would you like to suck my titties, Billy?" she asked, her cunt burning with depraved passion.
"Golly, Mom! You really want me to?" the boy rasped, staring at the hard peaks of tit-flesh that stood out beneath her silk blouse.
"I'd just love it, Billy! We're all alone here, darling!" she purred. "We may as well make ourselves comfortable! If you suck my titties and make my breasts feel all warm and tingly I'll suck something for you! How does that sound, son?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse.
"It sounds great, Mom!" the twelve-year-old boy said excitedly, watching his mother unbutton her blue silk blouse. "Will you really suck me?" he asked, his young nuts quivering between his legs.
"I'll suck you and make you shoot your sperm down my throat, lover!" she said warmly. "Would you like to finish this for me?" his mother asked, letting her arms fall to her sides and facing the boy, her blouse half-unbuttoned, her breasts swelling with warmth and beauty, just waiting to be fully exposed.
"Sure, Mom! I'd do anything for you!" the kid said in a voice ringing with youthful dedication.
"I really believe you would!" she laughed.
Wendy snuggled closer to her son. He attacked her buttons eagerly but a bit nervously. She knew that the experience was still new and a bit frightening for her son. In fact, incest was still a bit frightening for her, too, but the taboo, rather than dissuading her, made her hornier and more determined to indulge herself.
When Wendy felt her son's fingers move over her tits she shivered with utter delight. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, tickling her sensitive breasts through the thin material of her blouse as he undid her garment. It wasn't long before the boy managed, somewhat clumsily, to open her blouse completely.
The boy's luscious mother thrust out her naked breasts toward him, making a lewd sexual display that made Billy's dick tingle and jerk in his pants. He stared at the huge bulging knockers that his lovely mother so eagerly presented for his inspection. He stared at the goose-pimpled flesh of her aureoles, at the hard little peaks of erectile flesh that stood out wantonly. The little points of flesh begged to be touched, begged to be sucked and nibbled. He was dizzy with excitement. His entire body felt charged with electricity. He could hardly help burying his handsome young face between her huge tits. Still, he waited until she gave the word.
Wendy put her hands under her tits and lifted them, squeezing them a bit, weighing them one at a time in her warm hands. Her breasts tingled and twitched with pleasure. She loved showing her knockers to her twelve-year-old son, loved the lewd display she was putting on for him. She had to feel his hands on her tit-flesh, had to feel his warm willing young lips pressing against the hard peaks of her nipples.
"Would you like to kiss me there, darling boy?" she asked, her cunt burning with desire. "Would you like to kiss your mother's little titties? Come to me, Billy! Don't be afraid! There's only the two of us! No one will ever know what we're going to do! Kiss my breasts, lover! I need your lips on my hard little nipples!" she breathed.
Billy watched her full firm breasts rising and falling gently as she breathed. Her flesh jiggled slightly as she kneaded her knockers. Her nipples were stiff and inviting. He wanted to suck her tits just as he had as a baby. The urge was overwhelming.
Wendy gasped when the boy buried his face between her softly resilient tits, breathing heavily and rubbing his cheeks against her silken boobs. She wrapped her arms around her son and held him in a warm embrace. It was an embrace that was not meant for a mother and her son, an embrace that she knew was depraved, an embrace that she knew would be only the beginning of the wild fun she was about to have with Billy.
"Kiss my nipples, lover!" she said excitedly, putting her hands against her son's cheeks and looking down at him with twinkling eyes glimmering with passion.
Billy moved toward her luscious tits, breathing heavily against them. When he pressed his lips gently the boy felt her body tremble. She closed her eyes in ecstatic abandon. Encouraged by her reaction to his lip caress the boy did new and more daring things to her. He started by pressing his lips against her nipple. Then he began tickling her with the tip of his eager young tongue. Soon his lips were wrapped around her hard tit-peak and he was sucking as would a suckling infant.
The wet slurping sounds the boy made as he greedily sucked her tits made Wendy hornier by the minute. The feel of her son's lips and tongue working against her stiff little nipple was driving her mad with desire.
"Oh, Billy! Billy darling! Suck me! Suck my tits! Suck them just the way you did when you were a baby, lover! Nibble, them, too, darling! Gently! Oh, yes! Yessssssss!" she hissed. "I love it! I love everything you do to me, Billy!"
Wendy arched her back a bit and unfastened her skirt, wriggling out of it in no time. She pulled her panties down and sat with her son stark naked on the sofa, her blouse and skirt lying in a pile on the floor. Billy's eager young hands were everywhere at once. She encouraged him by making little gurgling sounds in her throat when he did something that she particularly liked. She loved to feel his hands roving over her naked feminine form while he sucked her hot tits.
Billy explored his mother's curvy body eagerly, letting his hands run all over her naked flesh. He squeezed her tits and ran his hands down over her silken belly. He squeezed her thighs and tangled his fingers in the downy patch of love-hair between her trembling legs. She seemed to like everything he was doing to her. There was no place she wouldn't let him touch her, no secret place that wasn't open to him now.
Wendy's cunt was heating up like a blast furnace between her legs. She had to have his hand between her legs, had to feel his fingers working against the seething flesh of her cunt. She had to let her son play with her pussy again. Her cunt dripped for him.
"Touch me there, Billy! Please!" the boy's mother whimpered, guiding her son's warm hand between her legs.
Billy dipped his hand between her legs and began manipulating the dew-covered lips of his mother's seething pussy. He ran his finger into her tight wet cunt, crooking it inside her and driving her wild. She felt his finger entering her cunt-hole like a little dick. She felt his fingertip stimulating the inner flesh of her cunt as if the boy knew exactly how to turn a woman on. The boy was learning fast.
"That's wonderful, Billy! I love having your finger inside me! Fuck me with your finger, darling! Oh, God! I love it!" she moaned.
Billy slid to the floor and kneeled between his mother's spread legs. He rubbed the palm of his hand against the wet gash of her twat, looking up at her to watch her reaction. Her face wore an expression of pure pleasure. He knew that he was doing exactly what she liked. Encouraged, the boy jabbed his finger between the rubbery lips of her hot twat and began finger-fucking his mother with a passion.
"In and out, Billy! That's right, lover! It's delicious! Rub my clit with your finger while you're fucking me, darling! Oh, Jesus! Yes! Yesssssss!" the hot-assed woman hissed in the heat of pussy melting passion for her horny young son.
Billy finger fucked his mother harder and faster, jabbing his finger in and out wildly. Her cunt juices made enticing slurping sounds as he moved his rigid digit in and out of her. He felt her twat grasping his finger, pulling at it somehow, as if she were trying to suck it into her. His fist banged against her juicy cunt with each thrust of his finger into her.
"Put another finger in me, Billy!" she cried, dying to have her cunt filled.
Billy pushed another finger into his mother's hungry cunt, then another and another and another until his whole hand was buried between her legs. She moaned and groaned with desire as he wiggled his fingers around inside her hot sex. He twisted his hand like a corkscrew, screwing his fingers deeper and deeper into her seething channel.
"It's wonderful!" she gasped. "It's dirty and wonderful! Move your hand up my cunt, son! Make a fist inside me! Oh, yes! Gently at first, darling! Oh, God! GOD!" she gasped when the boy made a fist deep inside her tight wet twat.
"Does that feel good, Mom?" the boy asked. "Doesn't it hurt or anything?" he asked amazedly, feeling her flesh stretching around his fist.
"It doesn't hurt, darling, not very much anyway! It's hard to describe how it feels, Billy! It feels so warm and hard inside me! I want you to move your fist now! I want to feel your knuckles moving against the walls of my fucking cunt!" she gasped.
Billy did as he was urged, twisting his fist at first and then moving his hand in and out of her. He was buried in her all the way past his wrist. He began stroking in and out of her sucking cunt with ever-increasing speed and urgency until she was gasping and panting for breath. His arm was wet with her fragrant and tasty cunt-honey. Just remembering how her twat had tasted made him hungry for more of the same.
"Mom, can I, uh, can I lick it again for you?" Billy asked.
"Oh, yes! Keep your hand inside me and lick me at the same time! Can you do that for your mother, Billy? That would make me so happy, so very, very happy!" she cried.
"Gosh, yeah, Mom! I wanna! I wanna do anything that makes you feel good! I like lickin' your pussy! It makes my dick harder than hell!" the twelve-year-old boy rasped, bending down between his lovely mother's spread legs and lapping at her cunt.
The cunt-hungry young kid licked the juncture of his arm and his mother's tight grasping cunt until she cried with passion. His tongue raced around the stretched opening between her trembling legs. He lapped up her free-flowing honey and sucked it into his mouth, thrilling to the taste of her juices. He kept moving his fist in and out of her at the same time, whipping her sex fluids into a heady froth.
Wendy writhed with pleasure until she could hardly stand it another minute. Her cunt felt as though it were filled with butterflies. She felt tingles and tickles all over her body as the boy drove her wild with his tongue and fist. She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. She wanted to wrap her sensuous lips around his cock and suck him off.
"Billy, do you want me to suck your cock for you now?" she asked, making a supreme effort to control her heavy breathing.
"Will you, Mom?" the kid asked, smiling at her, her cunt-honey on his eager lips.
"I'd love nothing better, darling boy!" she hissed. "Take your fist out of me gently now, darling! Gently!"
Billy pulled his arm out of her grasping cunt as slowly and gently as he could. He felt her cunt holding his hand as if she were trying to keep him inside her forever.
"Stand up now, lover!" she said, gasping when his fist pulled out of her cunt. She missed having him inside her, but she was willing to endure the loss for the sake of her son.
Wendy reached up and unfastened her son's pants, tugging down his zipper and spreading his pants open. She stared into his pants at the area of his groin, her heart racing. She reached inside and wrapped her loving fingers around the swollen root of his phallus. She squeezed his dick tightly and pulled it up out of his pants.
Her son's twelve-year-old prick jerked in front of his young body, dripping with crystal clear preseminal fluid and ready for anything his horny mother could do to it. His nuts were aching in his pants, just waiting for his mother to reach inside and pull them out into the open for him. When she did just that and let them hang loose the boy felt a shiver of excitement pass through him. He knew that he was in for some great fun with his hot-assed mother that afternoon.
"Just look how hard you are today, Billy!" Wendy said, running her thumb and forefinger up and down the aching shaft of her twelve-year-old boy's cock.
"It's hard all right, Mom! Gosh it feels good havin' your fingers on it!" the boy said excitedly. "Ummmmmm!" she breathed. "Your nuts are hot, too! I bet they're just full of hot sperm! I bet you'd just love to shoot your wad all over me!" she said in a voice that dripped with lust.
"Golly, Mom, I sure would like to do that!" the boy rasped, feeling an incredible surge of sensation through his entire body when she wrapped her hand around his rock-hard dick.
"May I jerk you off for a minute or two, darling?" his mother asked softly, moving her hand up and down his hard dick.
"Sure, Mom! I like that a whole lot!" the boy replied, closing his eyes as his passion grew.
Wendy's loving hand moved ever so slowly up and down the shaft of her son's rock-hard slippery dick. Her speed increased steadily as the sensations in his rod grew more and more powerful, until she was racing her hand up and down his rod so fast that she could barely see her hand moving. She knew that it would be only a matter of seconds until the boy shot his rocks off at the pace at which her hand was racing.
"My goodness, Billy!" she said, taking her hand off his cock quickly when she saw his body stiffen suddenly. "Are you coming off already?" she asked with a cute little smile.
"Uh, yeah, I guess so, Mom! At least I thought I was gonna!" the boy said tensely, feeling his nuts about to explode.
"I think we can hold off for a while longer, darling! You see, darling, mother knows how to keep you hot! Mother knows how to keep that cum in your balls until she's ready to let it out!" the boy's beautiful mother breathed, her cunt dripping with depraved passion.
"It sure feels good, Mom! I'm sure glad I caught you playing with your cunt, Mom!" the boy said excitedly, standing on tiptoes in his intense excitement.
"Would you like to put that delicious cock in my mouth?" Wendy asked, her eyes glittering with the fire of passion.
"Gosh, yeah, Mom!" Billy rasped, moving toward her and offering her his dripping dick to suck.
Wendy thrilled to her boy's willingness. He took to sex like a duck to water. He seemed to enjoy it all as much as his father had. The boy was gentle and eager just like his father had been. He wouldn't hurt or take advantage of her for all the world. She wanted to show him her appreciation.
Wendy planted a warm wet kiss on the head of her son's naked dick. She heard him suck in his breath when her tongue began flicking over the little lips of his cock-head. She ran her loving tongue around and under the sensitive knob of swollen cock-flesh until his nuts were tense in their seething scrotal sac. Then she began sucking his rigid organ with incredible passion, sucking it deeper and deeper into her sweet face.
"Ummmmmmmm! Delicious! I love it! It's so hot! It's so huge! My God, Billy! Why didn't I start doing this before?" she gurgled deep in her sweet throat as she sucked his cock.
Wendy began bobbing back and forth, moving her head up and down on her horny son's erect dick. She took him all the way down her throat until his groin banged against his face. She felt his dick-head banging against the back of her throat as she sucked his meat.
Billy began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, driving his big hard dick in and out of her sucking face. His nuts banged against her lips as his rod punched in and out of her silky face. Billy's pants were down around his ankles now. He was still wearing his shirt and shoes. He pulled his shirt off quickly and let it fall to the floor. He wanted to be naked with his mother. Exposing himself before her made him feel horny beyond belief.
Wendy reached up and took her twelve-year-old's swollen nuts in her warm hands, squeezing them until they hurt just enough to add to his pleasure. She kneaded his swelling testicles and ran her finger up under his scrotum, pressing hard. The boy's body was as hard as a rock now, every muscle in his body tense with mind-boggling excitement. She knew that he would be shooting his rocks off any second.
"Mom! I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna squirt it! Suck me! Oh fuck! Suck my fuckin' dick!" the boy rasped.
Wendy suddenly felt his body fall up against her.
She put her hands on his hips and helped him keep his balance as his balls blew up between his young legs. She felt spurt after spurt of hot cum blasting against the back of her sucking throat. The thick hot stuff ran down her throat in torrents. She tried in vain to swallow all the sperm her twelve-year-old son shot into her, but the thick white stuff trickled from the corners of her pretty mouth and ran in little rivulets down over her chin.
Wendy sucked and sucked her son's rock-hard erection until every last drop of sperm was out of his nuts. She fondled his evacuated balls gently now, weighing the egg-shaped organs, squeezing them lightly, dividing them in their now relaxing sac.
"Was it good, Billy?" she asked, when she had pulled away from his dripping cock. "It sure was!" Billy said, panting.
Billy put his hands on his hips and stood there before his lovely mother, his dick standing up in front of him, still hard as steel. The tension in his balls had relaxed somewhat, but he was still horny and eager to do other wild things with his lovely mother.
"Doesn't that thing ever go soft, Billy?" she asked.
"Not when I feel like this, Mom!" Billy replied.
"It's a good thing that you have your mother to take care of you, darling!" she smiled. "A stiff cock is a rather uncomfortable thing for a young boy to have all day long!"
"I usually jack off, Mom!" the kid said. "Sometimes I have to do it three or four times to make my thing get soft!"
"Ummmmmm! I knew that you were going to be a tireless stud, Billy!" she smiled. "Tell me, lover, do Barry and Brett jack off a lot, too?"
"Uh, well, sure they do, Mom!"
"Are they as horny as you, Billy?"
"I guess so, Mom! Why?" the boy asked, watching her eyes light up.
"Never mind, Billy," she smiled mysteriously. "I was just thinking. Never mind. Speaking of your brothers! They might get home soon. Better dress and pretend nothing has happened!" she said, putting on her clothes and helping her son do the same. e.
Chapter Five
Wendy's cunt was still itching for a hot cock when she slipped back into her clothes and tucked Billy's dick back into his pants for him. She didn't dare run the risk of continuing their incestuous activities that afternoon, for her other boys were about to come home for dinner.
When Barry and Brett got home she tried to put sex out of her mind, but it was easier said than done. Having tasted the joys of incestuous sex with her twelve-year-old son it was hard for her not to look upon her other two handsome young boys as potential sex partners.
Fourteen-year-old Barry and thirteen-year-old Brett were just as horny as Billy, she supposed. They would be able to satisfy her burning needs, too, she knew. But did she dare approach them? Did she dare suck her whole family with her into the whirlpool of incestuous desire? She tried all afternoon to resist the temptation to share the joys of hot fucking and sucking with Barry and Brett, but her urges were too strong for her once again.
Whenever she looked at Brett, with his glittering blue eyes and blond hair and his slender young body she felt a shudder of desire inside her. She wanted to hold his naked young body in her arms and smother him with kisses, not kisses of motherly love, but deep kisses of hot lust. She wanted to run her hand over his cock and balls until his rod was hard as steel. She wanted to feel that big hard cock jerking and throbbing deep inside her seething twat. The more she thought about it the hotter she became.
"You boys have been playing hard all day, haven't you?" she asked her three sons as they sat watching television that night.
"I guess, Mom," Brett said, not particularly wanting to go to bed in the middle of the program he was watching.
"Don't you have a track meet tommorow after school, Barry?" she asked, her hand resting lightly on her knee.
"Yeah, Mom," he said, knowing that they were about to be sent off to bed.
"Have you done your homework, Barry?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," the boy said. "And you, Billy?" she asked. "Didn 't have any," he said. Billy assumed that she was going to send Barry and Brett up to bed so that she could get it on with him again. Just the thought of the wild things she probably had in mind for the night made him dizzy with excitement. He fidgeted nervously in anticipation of the mind-bending fucking and sucking that he knew was soon to come.
"It's getting late, boys," she said. "Why don't you go on to bed now."
Barry and Brett protested slightly, but stood up eventually and started to leave the room. Billy remained seated next to his mother on the sofa. His young dick was already stiff in his pants.
"Billy, I think you'd better go to bed, too. You have to get up early for school tomorrow, you know," she smiled.
"But, Mom! I thought..." Billy said disappointedly.
"Off to bed with you, darling. You're a growing boy! You need your sleep!" she said. "Brett," she called, stopping her thirteen year old son in his tracks, "why don't you stay with me for a minute or two. I'd like to discuss something with you."
Barry and Billy went upstairs and Brett sat down beside his mother. He tried to think of anything he might have done wrong lately. When she sent the others off to bed and wanted to talk to him by himself it was usually something pretty grim. He had broken a window with a baseball, but that was three weeks ago and he had already gotten chewed out for that. Unable to think of anything to apologize, he resigned himself to waiting for the bad news. He had no idea that the only news she had for him was good indeed. In fact, the young boy was in for the experience of his life.
Wendy didn't say anything to her thirteen-year-old son for a while. Instead she moved closer to him on the sofa until her warm fragrant body was only a short distance from him. The lovely woman crossed her legs and nonchalantly pushed her dress up past her knee, exposing her warm, honey-tanned legs. She put her hand lightly on her knee and waited for her son to catch a glimpse of her daringly exposed leg.
Brett caught sight of her, all right. He wasn't exactly looking at her, but he saw her raise her dress out of the corner of his eye. He tried to look straight ahead, pretending to watch television, but in reality his mind was on his mother.
Wendy moved her hand up her leg, raising her dress further and further and exposing more and more of her luscious flesh. She knew that her son was noticing her out of the corner of his eye, and also that his head was swimming with confusion. She had never behaved so lewdly before in front of him. She wondered how far she could go with her teasing before it became too much for the impressionable young lad.
Brett couldn't believe his eyes. His mother was actually raising her dress way up past her knee. He tried to look away, but it was no use. He could even see up her dress all the way to her panties. He began to squirm a little. His throat was dry as cotton. His heart was racing. It was all so strange to him, as if he were having a hot dream that would end in an ejaculation into his bedsheet. But it was real. What was she doing, and why? Didn't she know that he could see her exposing her legs. She was so close to him that he could reach out and touch her. A mother just didn't do things like that in front of her kids.
"Brett," she said in a soft voice.
"Uh-huh, Mom," Brett rasped, still not daring to look directly at his beautiful mother.
"Will you do something for me?" she smiled, knowing by the way he was fidgeting she was really getting to him.
"Sure, Mom," he said dryly, hoping that whatever she wanted him to do would get him out of the room for a while.
"Would you take my shoes off for me? My feet are so hot and tired!" she breathed.
"T ... take your shoes off?" he said, swallowing nervously.
"That's right, Brett. Would you mind?" she said in a honeyed voice.
Brett reached out almost blindly and found one of her feet with his trembling hand. He jerked his hand away involuntarily when he felt her warm flesh. Touching his mother under these circumstances was awfully difficult for the boy. He hesitated a second and then grabbed her shiny black shoe, tugging at it without daring to look at her foot.
"You'll have to unfasten the strap first, Brett darling," she said with a knowing smile, realizing that she was making him nervous as hell.
Brett fumbled with the thin strap but was unable to unfasten it without looking at her foot which was a bit more than he could bring himself to do at that moment. Brett was terribly afraid that he would get a hard-on. Already he was beginning to feel his nuts heating up between his legs. His dick was quivering slightly, getting ready to rise at any minute. He didn't dare let his dick get hard in front of his mother. What if she saw his cock sticking out in his pants? What would she think of him? He would never be able to look her in the eye again. She couldn't possibly know that she was having such a devastating effect on him. Or could she?
"You are not getting anywhere that way at all, Brett," Wendy smiled. "Why don't you kneel on the floor? That way you can see what you're doing more easily," she breathed, bouncing her foot lightly.
Brett did as she suggested, kneeling on the floor in front of her. He managed somehow to look at her feet long enough to unfasten the leather straps. He removed her shoes as quickly as possible, dropping them in his nervousness. He couldn't help seeing up her dress all the way to her black lace panties. He blinked when he saw her crotch, barely covered as it was by her nearly transparent panties.
"That's much better, Brett," Wendy purred.
"Would you do something else for me, Brett?
Would you massage my feet for me? I've been walking so much today! I've been doing only housework and shopping but I feel as if I've walked a hundred miles! It would really make me feel much more relaxed if you'd do it for me, darling!" she coaxed, smiling down at her handsome young son with ever-increasing passion glowing in her mysterious eyes.
"But I don't know how! I mean, uh, what should I do?" the boy stammered, looking down at the floor, his heart pounding, and his young dick beginning to harden in his jeans.
"Just take one of my feet on your hand, lover," she said. "Take one foot in your hand and stroke it gently. It won't hurt you, Brett. Be brave, darling. You might even enjoy it. My feet are warm and soft. I'm sure youll like holding them," she said, her cunt twitching.
Brett swallowed hard and reached up to take her foot in his hands. He felt the warmth of her body through the transparent nylons she was wearing. He felt his hands tremble uncontrollably as he stroked his mother's foot. The warmth of her foot seemed to soak into his hand and go straight to his balls. He heard his beautiful mother sigh with pleasure as he gently but nervously squeezed and rubbed her foot.
"That's delicious, Brett darling! It makes me feel all warm and comfortable! Would you mind doing my other foot, dear?" she smiled down at him.
Brett still couldn't manage to let himself look up at her face. If he did he would have to look between her lovely legs and see the mound of her barely concealed pussy. He didn't dare let himself stare between her legs at that secret part of her that no son was supposed to see.
Wendy seethed with desire as her son dutifully removed her other shoe and began massaging it. She uncrossed her leg and let it rest on the plush carpet. She felt so relaxed and warm all the way from her toes to the nest of her cunt, that she couldn't resist opening her legs just a bit. It was enough to make her son gasp.
"What's the matter, Brett?" she asked, enjoying the powerful effect she was having on her son.
"Nothing, Mom! Honest!" the excited and confused kid choked.
Wendy spread her legs further apart, thrilling to the power she had over the darling young boy. Her cunt was warming more and more by the second, heating up as the fire of lust spread over her, melting her resistance to depravity. She dared to reach down and pull her dress up all the way to her waist. There could be no doubt in her son's mind now that she was displaying her secret treasures for his benefit.
"Look up at me, Brett," she said in a voice dripping with lust.
Brett hesitated at first. He had been looking down at the floor, but even that hadn't kept him from seeing his mother open her legs for him. He tried desperately to avoid looking up at her, but when she told him to look at her in her warmest voice, he couldn't resist. What he saw drove him wild with excitement and confusion.
Wendy watched her son's eyes flash from her face to her cunt and back again and knew that she had him firmly in her trap. She parted her legs even more, opening the area of her cunt to the boy as lewdly as a bitch in heat. She smiled down on him with a warmth that melted his balls.
"Do you like what you see, Brett?" she asked.
Brett gasped and turned his head away, suddenly realizing that he had been staring between his mother's legs. He didn't know what she was doing to him, opening her legs like that and almost telling him to look at her cunt, but he did know that he shouldn't have let himself do it. Or should he?
"Well, Brett! Do you like what you see?" she said again, not letting her son off the hook for a minute.
"I don't know, Mom! I mean, uh, I didn't see anything! Honest, Mom! I didn't!" the kid stammered.
"Don't be afraid to admit it, darling!" Wendy said teasingly. "You saw my pussy! I let you look right up my dress! I wanted you to see what you saw, Brett! Do you understand?" she said, keeping her eye on her son all the while.
"I don't get it, Mom!" Brett said, finally daring to look up his mother's lovely face.
"You will get it, darling, believe me!" she laughed, tossing her long silky hair behind her. "Will you massage my legs for me, Brett?" she asked wickedly, enjoying the way he squirmed at her feet.
"You ... you really want me to? But, Mom ... I.. ." the boy struggled, unable to believe that she had really asked him to do that to her.
"Don't be afraid, lover," she purred. "You want me to feel comfortable, don't you, Brett? Don't you remember how I used to rub your back for you when you were tense after exercising? Don't you remember how comfortable I made you feel by massaging you?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," the boy choked.
"Well, darling, wouldn't you like to make me feel all warm and comfy, too?" she smiled, her twat steaming.
"Sure, Mom," the boy rasped. "But your legs? I mean, uh, I'm not supposed to touch your legs! Am I? You're my Mom!" the kid stammered.
"Aren't my legs pretty enough to touch?" she asked, her lips in a mock pout.
"Gosh, yeah! They're beautiful I mean . .." the kid gasped, his hands trembling, his young dick stiff in his pants.
"That's all right, darling! Don't be embarrassed! A boy can hardly help noticing his mother's body! It's nothing to be ashamed of, Brett! You wouldn't be the first boy who's touched his mother's legs! If you're embarrassed about it we can keep it our little secret, Brett! No one will need to know!" she said, running her hand up and down her exposed leg.
Brett really wanted to at least touch his mother's legs. They looked so soft and silky. Her skin glowed beneath her nude panty hose, glowed with a warmth that begged to be felt. The thirteen-year-old boy was intoxicated by his mother's incredible beauty and her sudden lewd behavior. She had never acted so sexy before. She had never spoken to him in the tone of voice she was now using. Her voice was as smooth as silk, and seemed to wrap around him like a silken web.
"Touch me, darling son. Touch me there," she said, reaching down and touching her ankle.
Brett raised his trembling hand and laid it on her ankle. He felt her warmth radiating through him. His dick kicked like a mule in tight jeans. His nuts were hot and tingling between his kneeling legs. He hoped she couldn't see his hard-on sticking down the leg of his pants. He knew that he had an especially large dick and that everyone could see it in his pants when it got hard. He had been enbarrassed before. It was bad enough when a girl at school saw his dick sticking down his pants leg. It would be a lot worse if his mother caught sight of it.
"Ummmmmm!" Wendy said, feeling her son's warm hand rubbing her ankle. "It feels good, so good! Move your hand up a little, darling. Do the other leg, too."
Brett did as he was goaded. He ran his hands over her calves and up behind her knees, getting hornier and hornier the more fully he explored her long lithe legs. He tried to look away, but in vain.
He found himself staring between her legs, at her cunt. She had told him that she wanted him to see her cunt, and he was seeing it, all right.
Brett had never seen a girl's pussy before, although he had always wanted to. He had seen pictures, of course. All the kids had, but seeing a pussy in the flesh was a whole lot more exciting, and seeing his mother's pussy drove him wild. He stared at the crotch of her black lace panties, watched as the material moved ever so lightly when she moved her legs. Her panties swelled slightly between her legs. He wanted desperately to see what her flimsy garment was hiding there.
"Up further, lover!" Wendy moaned, getting all dizzy with excitement and taboo lust.
Wendy got hotter and hotter with each inch that her son's hand ran up her legs. She felt his gentle and nervous fingers stroking the silky flesh of her upper leg, felt him gently squeezing her resilient flesh. She moved closer to the edge of the sofa, slouching down a bit and opening her crotch to her son even more obscenely. She knew that her effect on her impressionable young son had to be mind boggling.
"You're making me feel just wonderful, Brett. Your father used to massage my legs for me when I was tired, darling! He used to take my panties off and roll my nylons down, too, Brett. He used to enjoy playing with my legs when they were completely bare. Would you like to do that for me?" she asked in a honeyed voice.
Brett nodded his head excitedly. His throat was so dry that he could hardly speak. Was she actually going to let him take her panties off? Was she actually going to sit there in front of him with a bare pussy, just letting him stare at her and play with her legs? It was too much to believe, but it was happening, and he was enjoying every frightening and exciting minute of it.
"Take my panties off now, Brett!" Wendy said, raising herself up off the sofa while her son reached up under her rucked-up dress and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her lace panties.
Brett felt his hands removing the predatory woman's garment. It was as if she controlled his hands as much as he did, if not more. The boy hesitated a moment before drawing her panties down over her ass and thighs. When he saw the dark patch of hair between her legs that was barely visible beneath the crotch of her panty hose he felt a surge of dizziness.
Wendy felt her panties slipping down her legs. When the boy had removed them completely she told him to take her panty hose off, also. He looked up at her with wide eyes, full of amazement. She assured him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and even helped him denude her by pushing her panty hose down past her knees.
Brett rolled her hose down over her feet and dropped them on the floor, staring between her spread legs and looking right up her cunt. He had never seen anything like it. Between her legs there was a furry nest of love-hair and a juicy crack that almost seemed to beg him to come closer to it. He could almost see his mother's cunt seething between her legs.
Wendy breathed deeply. She tingled and twitched deep inside her lusty cunt. She could almost feel her sex-fluids flowing inside her, dewing the lips of her pussy. She was aware of her son's twinkling eyes burning into her sex-flesh, making her hotter and hotter. She had him completely in her seductive spell. He was hers, and she could do with him anything she wanted. He would willingly follow her anywhere she wanted to lead him, and she intended to lead him into realms of sexuality that the boy hadn't dared imagine.
"Would you like to touch it, lover?" the hot-assed older woman asked.
"Gosh, no, Mom! I... I mean ..." the boy struggled. "Should I?"
"Touch me there if you want to, Brett! Nobody will ever know! Isn't it an interesting part of a woman, darling? See how red and juicy it is, Brett?" she said, reaching down between her legs and spreading her cunt open with two well placed fingers.
Brett dared to put his hand between his mother's legs. He felt her glistening cunt-lips all wet with her feminine dew. She spread her twat-Iips open even further and let him feel the inner flesh of her sex. He was amazed at the silkiness of her cunt, amazed at the resiliency of her cunt-lips and the way her pussy seemed to move almost imperceptibly with a life of its own. And she was giving him a feel of a part of her that no son was allowed to touch. It was too much for the boy to stand.
"Touch me there, Brett," she purred, pointing to her clit. "Ummmmmm! That feels wonderful! I just love having a young stud like you stroking my little clittie!" she breathed.
"Do you, Mom?" the kid asked in a shaky voice, his fingers pressing against the hot spot between her spread open legs.
"I can't tell you how much I like it, darling! Doesn't it feel nice for you, too, Brett?" she asked, looking down between his kneeling legs and seeing the long hard bulge of his cock.
Wendy knew that Brett had a big cock, but she had had no idea that it had grown so huge since the last time she had seen it. She had, of course, never seen her son's dick hard the way it was now. Having seen it jerking in his pants, she knew that nothing would stop her from drawing him into her web of seduction. She needed Brett, needed his long hard cock and his big sperm-filled balls, needed his gentleness and his inexperienced youth, needed his willingness to do what she asked of him. She would have those things and more, and she would start with him that very night.
"My God, Brett! Whatever is that between your legs?" she gasped in mock amazement and shock.
"Nothin', Mom! Nothin'!" the boy rasped, pulling his hand away from his mother's cunt, and trying to hide his cock.
"Nothing indeed!" she smiled. "It looks like something to me, darling! It looks like a big stiff hard-on! Did I do that to you, Brett?" she teased. "I'm awfully sorry, son! I really didn't mean to!"
"Uh, I... I couldn't help it, Mom! Honest! It just happens sometimes! When I think about girls!" the boy struggled, wishing as soon as he had spoken, that he had kept his mouth shut.
"Ummmm," she said, her fingers to her lips. "I think I know what you'd better do now, darling!" she teased.
"Gosh, Mom! What?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Go upstairs and take a cold shower!" she said, rising to her feet and letting her dress fall around her naked cunt and ass once again. "Off with you now!" she said, watching her son almost trip over himself in his mad dash up the stairs.
Wendy watched her nervous young boy run stiff-legged up the stairs. He was awfully embarrassed about his condition, she knew, and she hadn't made matters any worse by teasing him. She sat down and laughed for a while, thinking of the way she had feigned shock and amazement. She had to make up to her son for the embarrassment she had just caused him. She knew exactly what she could do to make him feel better.
Wendy's cunt was on fire now, with unfulfilled passion. She had been thinking about fucking with her sons all day long, and her cunt was positively dripping with excitement. Her lewd display had made her horny beyond belief. She could still feel his fingers working over the lips of her juicy cunt. She could still feel her son's eyes burning into her hot twat.
She knew what she needed to satisfy her burning lust, knew what she needed to quench for at least a while the blazing fire in her cunt. She had to have her son's hard dick wildly ramming, in and out of her seething vagina. She had to take his heavy wad of soothing balm deep inside her cuntal recesses. She would have to hurry upstairs before the boy had a chance to beat off in the shower.
Chapter Six
Wendy scurried upstairs only five mintues or so after her son had run up. She listened at the top of the stairs. She could tell from the water she heard running in the shower that Brett had taken her advice: she knew that a cold shower wouldn't be enough to make an erection like Brett's go down. Her son would have to beat off, either in the shower or in his room. She had to catch him before he ruined that huge cock that she had caused to rise up hard and ready between his young legs.
She tiptoed past the other boys' rooms and saw no light in either of them. At least she didn't have Billy or Barry to worry about that evening. They were surely fast asleep. Billy probably had had to beat himself off in order to get his mind off her, she knew. She would have the whole night to teach her thirteen-year-old son the joys of hot incestuous fucking. Her twat was blazing, ready for anything, and she knew her son was, too.
Wendy tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom and put her ear to the door. She could hear the shower running full blast. She imagined how Brett would look standing naked and wet in the shower. She imagined seeing his rigid young dick sticking up in front of him. She closed her eyes and saw him wrapping his fist around his pole of masculine flesh, saw him stroking his cock up and down.
The hot-assed mother had to see him. Her imagination was no longer enough to satisfy her incestuous desires. She felt her hand move to the doorknob, felt it turning slowly. The sound of the shower spray grew louder when she pushed the door open. She slipped noiselessly inside and closed the door silently behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw her son showering through the translucent glass doors. She saw him running his soapy hands over his slender but well-muscled young body. When he turned in profile to her she could see that his hard-on hadn't gone down a bit.
The horny mother almost fainted when she saw how long her son's cock had grown. The big thick thing stood out from his body almost nine inches. It jerked and throbbed, bouncing up and down as he moved in the shower. His dick was so huge that it seemed disproportionate to the rest of his slender body. It was just what she needed to satisfy her lusts.
She watched while her son rinsed the soap from his naked body. She watched, too, while he closed his fingers around the shaft of his rigid prick and began beating off in the shower. He banged his hand up and down on his cock, making his sperm-filled young balls shake with each downward thrust. Wendy knew that at the rate he was going at it his rocks would shoot off in a minute or two. She had to stop him.
"Brett, darling, what are doing in there?" she called, leaning against the wall and watching her son jerk off.
Wendy heard her son's sharp intake of breath when he realized that his mother was in the room with him. He tried to hide his dick and balls with his hands, knowing that she could see him through the glass. He knew, too, that she had seen what he was doing to himself, knew that she had caught him beating off. He hoped she didn't know that he was thinking of her as he fucked his fist, thinking about her obscene display downstairs. He felt as if she could read his thoughts, felt as if there was nothing she didn't know about him. She no longer was his mother, she was a temptress with a mysterious power over him that was impossible to resist.
"Brett, I asked you a question!" she said in mock amazement, staring through the glass and hoping to catch a glimpse of his hard organ. "Now, what are you doing?"
"Nothin', Mom! Just takin' a shower like you told me to! Honest! I wasn't doin'anything else!" the embarrassed boy rasped.
"I think you were, darling! I think you were playing with your penis! Isn't that what you were doing in there, Brett?" she said in a teasing voice.
"Gosh, no! I wouldn't do that! I wouldn't!" he gasped.
"I think you would, Brett! I think you do that to yourself all the time! I think your penis gets stiff and long and you have to play with yourself before you can go to sleep! In fact, Brett, I think you enjoy jerking off! I think you like to feel your sperm shooting through your cock!" she said, tasting her words on her glistening lips.
"Gosh, Mom! I wish you wouldn't talk like that!" the boy whined, his lust-stiffened dick jerking with each salacious word he heard escape his lovely mother's lips.
"Why not, son? Do I make your cock harder when I talk like that? Were you thinking about me when you were jerking off?" she asked. "You see, Brett, your mother understands boys!" she smiled.
Brett had to agree with her. She understood boys, all right, and she knew exactly how to drive them wild. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she kept doing it. She was teasing him, teasing him on purpose, making him hornier and hornier by the second. Brett had never even seen a girl naked before, and all of a sudden the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was throwing herself at him.
"Come out of the shower, Brett!" he heard her call, and knew that he had to obey.
Brett stepped out of the shower, holding his hands down between his legs in an effort to hide his embarrassment. He walked in a half crouch over to the towels and tried to grab something with which to cover himself. He reached out quickly, but Wendy's hand stopped him.
"Don't cover yourself, Brett," she sang. "I want to see you, son! I want to see that hard cock of yours!"
"Oh, shit! Mom! You don't really mean that, do you?" the boy gasped.
Wendy reached down and drew her son's hand away from his dick. The long hard thing snapped up in front of him when he took his hand off it. Wendy couldn't help sucking in her breath when she saw his hard cock completely naked for the first time. The boy was still dripping wet. Water ran in rivulets down over his chest and into the light nest of hair between his legs. The head of his dick glistened with water and preseminal fluid. It was all she could do to resist reaching out and grabbing his rod.
"My God! No wonder you were jerking off, Brett! It's so huge and stiff! It must ache terribly!" she said, looking up at his blushing face. "Does it hurt, lover?" she asked.
Brett managed somehow to nod nervously. His dick really did ache like hell, and had been aching ever since she had started teasing him. Her eyes were all over him, burning into him. He had never felt so naked in all his life. She was making him feel like more than a son. He wondered why she kept calling him loVer. She had never called him anything like that before, and the way she said it made his balls melt.
"Let me dry you, darling. You might catch cold walking around all wet like that, although it certainly seems to have gotten hot in here all of a sudden!" Wendy cooed, taking the towel in her hands and rubbing it gently all over her handsome young son's naked body.
Wendy dried Brett's dripping body from his face to his feet, brushing the towel over the area between his legs. She saved his cock and balls for last, letting the tension build until the boy could hardly stand it anymore. His rod jerked up against his hard stomach. His balls swelled with hot cum. His body was stiff, his young muscles tense.
When she had dried his strong young legs, she reached behind him and rubbed the towel over his lean asscheeks. She pulled his buttocks apart slightly and dried the crack of his ass. The operation brought her lovely face closer and closer to his dick and balls. The head of his cock was only inches from her lips now. She stared at the jerking thing, longing to wrap her warm lips around it and suck it until it exploded in her throat.
Brett almost went through the ceiling when his mother moved close to his cock and balls. He could feel her warm moist breath against the aching shaft of his dripping prick. No one had ever been that close to his dick before. She seemed to be not at all turned off or angry at him because of his excited condition. She seemed to like the way his cock had achingly swollen under her influence. She seemed to be turning him on on purpose.
When she had dried his ass she brought the towel between his legs, letting it rub against his scrotum. She wrapped the towel around her hand and closed her fingers around the jerking shaft of his cock. She cupped his balls in her other hand and let the towel soak up the moisture. She felt his nuts tensing, felt his scrotal sac tightening, raising his balls in their pouch. When she began gently moving her hand up and down the long shaft of his prick, he gasped with excitement and pleasure.
Wendy rubbed his dick with the towel until it was dry and then took her loving hands away. The boy almost keeled over backwards when she let go of his blood-swollen prick.
"You liked that, didn't you, Brett?" she asked, smiling up at him with a smile that intoxicated the boy. "You're awfully tense, lover! Your muscles are all hard! You really need a massage to relax you, Brett! Would you like your mother to rub your back for you ... and a few other places?" she smiled, letting the back of her hand brush against his cock-head.
Brett made a dry rasping sound in his throat. Wendy stood up and wrapped her fingers firmly around the dripping shaft of her son's rigid dick. She opened the door and led him by the dick down the hall.
"Be very quiet, Brett!" she whispered. "We mustn't wake your brothers! They might not understand!" she smiled.
Brett didn't understand either, but he let her lead him down the hall to her bedroom. He didn't know exactly what was going to happen to him in her room, but something told him that it would be wild.
"Why don't you lie down and relax, Brett?" Wendy suggested, closing the door behind her.
"Here?" the boy choked. "In your bed?"
"That's right, lover, in your mother's bed!" she said wickedly, licking her lips and sitting down beside him.
Wendy pushed his chest gently and the boy fell on his back in the bed. She laid her hands on his hard chest and began massaging him, squeezing his tense young muscles with her long practiced fingers, rubbing him with the palms of her hands, forcing his every muscle to relax ... every muscle, except the one between his legs.
"Doesn't that feel better, Brett?" she asked, kneading his upper legs.
"Oh, yeah, Mom! Your hands feel good!" Brett said thickly.
"I had no idea that you were so strong, Brett darling! You're all muscles! You must have more girlfriends than you can handle! All the girls in school must be after you, son!" she said, trailing her fingertips over his groin.
"Aw, Mom!" the boy said, flushing uncontrollably.
"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Brett?" she asked.
"Sex? Gosh, Mom! Uh-uh!" the kid rasped, wishing his mother wouldn't talk about such things.
"No? You haven't done anything at all with a girl?" she asked, her fingers playing in the hair between her son's legs. "Haven't you even touched a girl? Haven't you tried to feel a girl's legs? Haven't you tried to touch a girl's titties?"
"Golly, Mom! Don't talk like that!" the boy begged, his balls shivering. "You're makin' me feel funny!"
"I'll just bet I am, lover! I'm making you horny, Brett! I'm making your dick ache! I think you need more than a massage, darling! I think you need a cunt to sink that big hard cock into! Would you like my cunt, lover? Would you like to bury that hard dick in my pussy?" she asked, her eyes glittering with depraved incestuous lust.
Brett couldn't say a word in reply to his luscious and mysterious mother. He could only rattle something incoherent. She had completely overpowered him with her seductiveness, with her lewdness, with her boldness, with her feminine beauty.
"Would you like to fuck me, Brett? I'll be gentle with you, darling! Ill teach you how to make a girl happy!" she said, standing up and pulling off her dress.
She stood naked before her horny boy, her luscious tits swelling with full feminine beauty. Her tingling nipples were stiff and eager. Her slightly curved belly fluttered with excitement. Her curvy thighs sloped gently into the most beautiful pair of silky legs imaginable. Her pussy nestled between her long statuesque legs like a warm furry animal. Wendy reached down between her legs and tickled her cunt-lips with her fingertips for a second or two. Her son watched her, blinking uncontrollably. She moved closer to him, her big beautiful breasts bouncing enticingly as she walked. When she sat down beside him, the boy almost passed out.
"I'm going to lie down with you, darling," the hot-assed mother breathed, easing her fragrant body into bed next to her son. "I want you to get between my legs, Brett! I want you to stick your big hard dick into my cunt and fuck me just like your father did! I want you to fuck me hard, darling! I want you to fill my little pussy with hard cock! Are you willing, Brett? Are you willing to fuck your mother?" she asked lasciviously, spreading her legs and opening her rosy cunt.
"Oh shit! Mom! You really mean it? You really want me to ... to fuck you? With . .. with my dick?" the boy choked.
"Yes, Brett! I need it! You need it, too! I want you! Ill teach you how to fuck me, son! I'll teach you how to enjoy using that big thick prick of yours!" the boy's deliciously naked mother said in a sultry voice.
"I don't know how to do it, Mom! I've never done anything like this before!" Brett stumbled, getting to his knees on the bed, looking down at his mother's naked form.
"You'll leam quickly, Brett! I just know you'll enjoy fucking once you've had a lesson or two! Why don't just get between my legs and do what comes naturally?" she urged.
When her son scrambled between her legs, she told him to push his jerking dick against the rosy gash between her legs. She gasped when she felt the heat of his naked cock-head pressing against her seething wet flesh. His rod was throbbing and kicking so hard that he could hardly keep it in the slot between his mother's legs.
"Is that the way, Mom?" Brett asked, his balls aching, his head swimming with excitement and confusion.
"God, yes! It's exactly right! Now push it in farther! Oh God! Hurry, Brett! Hurry! I need you! I need you fucking me! I need that hard fucking cock buried in my cunt!" she cried.
Brett couldn't believe the sensations that coursed through his dick and nuts when he made contact with the hot gash between his mother's lovely legs. Her cunt seemed to grab his cock and suck it into her. He pushed against her resilient cunt-flesh and drove his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper and deeper. The deeper his dick went, the better it felt.
Wendy arched her back and put a pillow under her ass, opening herself even more to her son. She felt his throbbing erection sliding into her sucking cunt, felt the swollen head of it stroking the inner walls of her eager sex. She felt it filling her, felt it swelling with power inside her.
"Move it, darling! Yes, lover, move your cock in your mother's cunt! In and out, Brett! Gently now, darling! I haven't had a cock in my cunt in a long long time, Brett! Be gentle with me! Will you be gentle, son?" she pleaded in a little girl's voice.
"Sure, Mom!" Brett choked.
Wendy closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the maddening sensations that her son inspired in her. Her cunt tightened around the impaled shaft of flesh between her legs. She felt her twat sucking his cock-shaft, felt her muscles pulling him into her. The rigid dick throbbed against her blazing clit, driving her wilder and wilder by the second. She felt her long-unfucked cunt stretching as his lust-maddened cock pushed into her.
"In and out, lover! I'm ready now!" she cried when she had taken him into her all the way to his groin.
Brett was glad that she was ready, because he couldn't help bucking his ass. The motions seemed to come automatically to him. He flexed the hard muscles of his lean ass and jabbed his prick in and out of his mother's cunt. He fell on her and supported his body with his hands over her shoulders. He began heaving his body up and down over her, banging his cock in and out of her hot cunt as she moaned and groaned under him.
"I love it, Brett! Oh Jesus! You do this beautifully! Oh God! You're as good as your father! Oh, Brett! Fuck me, stud! Fuck the piss out of me! I don't care if I am your mother! I want that cock! In and out! Harder! Faster!"
Brett's nuts were about to burst. He felt what seemed like a thousand wet fingers tugging at his dick deep in the channel of his mother's sex. He heard wet slurping sounds as his plug of youthful masculine flesh punched in and out of her tight wet twat. He had had no idea that fucking could be so much fun. The fact that he was putting the boots to his mother instead of to one of the girls who hung around him at school made the experience even more stimulating for him. None of those girls was as sexy as his mother. And he was sure that none of them could fuck as well as she could.
Wendy moved her luscious naked body in rhythm with her son's hot fucking of her eager cunt. She arched her back and ground her curvy hips against him, making his dick grind hard against her sensitive inner flesh. She felt his big balls rubbing against her cunt, felt them rolling in their scrotal sac. She eagerly wrapped her long legs around his back and held him close to her while he fucked her for all he was worth.
"It's great, Mom! Oh fuck! Shit! This is wild! Oh, Mom! I'm really fucking you!" the kid rasped.
"You certainly are, darling!" the hot-assed older woman sighed. "Do it hard now, lover! Make me feel it, Brett! Make my cunt hot and wet! Make my juices flow!" she cried.
Wendy wrapped her arms around her son's back and held him tightly, digging into his back with her fingernails, making red marks on his tanned skin. Her passion blazed within her. She felt the most delicious twitches and tingles inside her. Her belly fluttered. Her head raced. She heard the bed creaking as her son bounced up and down on her. She heard the wet slurping sounds that her son's dick made as it punched in and out of her juicy cunt. The air was filled with the sounds of hot fucking, little moans and grunts of delight as she and her son let themselves go completely.
"All the way inside me, Brett! Harder! Faster! Screw me! Do it like a man! Fuck me, stud!" she cried.
Brett gave it all he had. He felt his mother's melonous quaking tits crushing against his heaving chest as he bounced up and down on her. His dick stroked against her clit and drove her mad with desire. Her cunt seemed to clutch him more tightly with each stroke into her. His nuts slapped hard against her steaming crotch as he reamed her hot twat.
"Take it, Mom! Oh shit! Suck my cock in there! Oh goddam! I... I didn't know it would be like this!" the boy rasped, abandoning himself completely to his fuck-lust.
"I'm coming, darling! You're making my cunt flash! Oh God! My son is making me come!" she cried as her cunt exploded with the sensations of her feminine orgasm.
"I'm gonna shoot the stuff, Mom! Do you want me to? Should I pull it out?" the boy gasped when he felt his sperm beginning to churn through the rod of flesh between his legs.
"Come inside me, darling! Come all the way in my cunt! Fill me with it! Fill me with hot fucking sperm!" she moaned.
Wendy suddenly felt her son's thirteen-year-old snap up with incredible stiffness inside her sucking channel of flesh. She felt his heaving body suddenly strain against her and stop its wild bouncing. She felt a hot spurt of semen blasting into her twat, felt his thick white sperm shooting hot and hard into her cock-hungry cuntal channel. Brett saw stars before his eyes when his balls exploded with boiling cum. He felt as if all the tension in his young body had suddenly become concentrated in a hot spot between his legs. His nuts tightened into a knot. His dick grew suddenly larger and harder inside her. With each wild spurt of semen the young boy felt fireworks exploding in his balls.
"Fill me with it, lover! Oh, Brett! This is so beautiful! My son is shooting his come inside my belly! I can't believe it!" she cried as her hot cunt flashed.
Wendy felt dams bursting inside her, felt a flood of sensation carrying her away in its tide. Her cunt gushed with musky moisture. She felt her son's sperm running out of her cunt, trickling over her cuntlips, running down her silken legs. It seemed that Brett had shot a gallon of sperm into her sucking cunt.
Exhausted after their mutual orgasm Wendy and her son fell into a relaxed embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their hearts beat in rhythm. Their minds were empty of all but the most comfortable thoughts. It had been a most stimulating and enlightening experience for both of them.
It had been a stimulating and enlightening experience for fourteen-year-old Barry, too. He had been crouching outside his mother's bedroom door and watching the whole nut-busting scene through the keyhole.
Chapter Seven
Several days later, Barry stood outside his mother's bedroom. It was quite late and his two brothers were fast asleep. He had wanted to see his mother ever since he had watched Brett fucking her earlier, but there just hadn't been an opportunity. Brett always went to her room as soon as he thought everyone else was asleep. On the few occasions when Brett didn't spend the night in his mother's bed, young Billy did.
Barry had summoned the courage to crouch in front of the keyhole and watch what was going on with Billy and his mother. He had been shocked and amazed to find that Brett wasn't the only boy in the house who was getting some from his licentious mother. Billy had been fucking her, too, and he really was having a great time.
Barry couldn't believe it all at first. He had stayed awake on the first night of his discovery trying to make some sense out of what he had found was going on in the house. He hadn't really come to any definite conclusions. It was all so strange to him. He didn't know whether Brett and
Billy had started the goings-on with their mother or whether she had started it herself. Either way, it was hard to believe.
Kids just didn't get it on with their mothers, at least they didn't as far as Barry knew. As far as he knew Brett and Billy hadn't even gotten it on with girls their own age, and now they were fucking their own mother all of a sudden. It made him dizzy with confusion.
Barry himself hadn't had much experience with girls. He had managed to get his hand up under Bernice Travers' dress a couple of times for a quick feel of her leg, but his hand hadn't even gotten to her pussy before she had brushed it away. He had closed his hand over her tit once, but that had ended in a slap on the face. He was about ready to find another girl, a girl who wasn't so hard to get. His discovery about his mother and his brothers had put a stop to his girl-hunting, however. He had to find out what was going on, and he had been spending most of his time trying to figure out what was happening.
He noticed that Brett and Billy were never with his mother at the same time. It seemed that Brett and Billy didn't even know that they were both getting some. It seemed like an awfully hard secret to keep. Billy and Brett both seemed to be hiding something. Barry had tried to get it out of them, but even the confidence of brothers wasn't enough to get them to tell their secret.
But now Barry had decided that tonight was the night. He had to confront his mother and find out what was happening. He thought about turning around and slipping bac, k into bed without carrying out his mission, but he managed to summon enough courage to go through with it. There was no light filtering out through the cracks around the door. He would have to knock lightly and awaken her. He tapped a few times, hoping he wouldn't awaken his brothers as well. He almost changed his mind when he saw the light flick on.
"Barry? Is something wrong, honey?" Wendy asked when she opened her door and found her son standing in the hall.
"Uh, well, I... nothin', Mom..." he stammered, losing his nerve and turning to leave.
"Oh, no, you don't, Barry," she said, taking his arm and leading him into her bedroom. "Something must be bothering you, darling. Come in and we'll talk about it!" she said.
It didn't take long for Wendy to realize what was on her son's mind. He was usually quite open about discussing whatever was bothering him, but not tonight. There was something about the way he acted that told her immediately that whatever was bothering him was likely sexual in nature. It took some close questioning to get anything definite out of him, but eventually he had to come around to the point.
Wendy had no idea at first how her fourteen-year-old son had found out about what she and his brothers had been up to lately, but she had no doubt that he had discovered something somehow. The boy was almost unable to look her in the eye. She was wearing only a translucent gown while she talked with him. She watched his eyes flashing between the floor and her barely concealed legs. She knew that her fourteen-year-old, too, had felt the power of her considerable feminine charm.
"Well, Barry, we don't seem to be getting anywhere! Now you really must tell me what's been bothering you!" she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed with her son.
"It's nothin', Mom! Honest!" he said, looking first at her knees and then down at his feet.
"Does this have something to do with your brothers?" she asked, daring to open up a dangerous topic.
"Well, uh, yeah," the boy stumbled. "Is it something about sex, Barry?" she asked softly, laying her hand on the boy's knee.
Wendy felt Barry flinch when she touched him. It wasn't as if she had never touched his knee before. But under these circumstances her touch was more than merely a casual expression of warmth. His reaction to her touch kindled a familiar warmth between her legs. It was the same reaction her other boys had had to her first touch as a woman rather than only as a mother. She knew now that she was getting to Barry, too.
"Well, darling, is sex involved?" she asked sweetly, squeezing one of her son's legs.
"I guess, Mom," the boy said in a barely audible voice.
"Did you see something that disturbs you?" "Uh, like what, Mom?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"Did you see Brett doing something with me that you didn't understand?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," the nervous kid muttered after a moment of silence. "How did you know, Mom?" he managed to ask.
"I just sensed something, darling. You seem awfully upset. It must have been something rather ... rather confusing," she said comfortingly. "I guess," he mumbled.
"What exactly did you see, Barry?" she asked, letting her hand slide up her son's long leg another inch or two.
"I can't, Mom," he said in a dry voice. "Of course you can, darling. You're my son. You can tell me anything. You should know that, Barry. We've talked about all kinds of things. Since your father died we've talked about things that fathers are supposed to talk about with their sons. We've talked about embarrassing things before, haven't we, son?" she asked, her cunt twitching as she drew closer and closer to her young son.
"But this is different, Mom!" the boy said, wishing he had kept his confusion to himself. "I can't talk about it! I can't, Mom!" he said, his face flushed, his eyes glittering, Wendy knew that her son was so frightened and confused that he might start crying at any minute. She had to jump headlong into the problem. She had to tell him everything at once. She had the feeling that another one of her sons would be in her bed before the night was over.
"Did you find out that Brett and I were having sex together, Barry?" she asked, staring into her son's eyes.
"Come .on, Mom! Please! I can't talk about it!" the boy pleaded, dizzy with emotion.
"We have to talk about it, darling! Don't you understand?" the libertine mother said, her hand inching up her son's leg.
Barry didn't feel her hand moving up his leg after her initial touch. Now, however, he was beginning to notice that her warm fingers were getting awfully close to his well filled crotch. In fact, his crotch was beginning to fill out in spite of his attempts to control himself. Her hand was making his balls surge with sensation. He had never felt this way before in his life, except when he was out with Bernice and ready to feel her up.
Barry knew that he shouldn't feel the way he was feeling as he sat close to his mother on her bed. He didn't dare have the same feelings for her that he had had for Bernice when she made him horny. It wasn't right for a young boy to feel that way about his mother. And yet, Brett and probably Billy seemed to have had the same reaction to her. Perhaps they, too, had been caught in her spell the way he was getting caught. He was aware of the feelings that were overcoming him, but he was powerless to resist.
"How did you find out what Brett and I were doing, Barry? Did Brett tell you?" she asked.
"No, Mom. He didn't say anything," the boy said softly. "I saw you through the keyhole," he added after a long pause.
"Shame on you, Barry! You're old enough to know better than that!" the mother said, not very seriously.
"But I couldn't help it, Mom! I kept seein' Brett go into your room and stay all night sometimes! Billy did the same thing! I didn't know what was going on!" he rasped, hoping that she would forgive him for spying on her.
"Yes, Barry, I suppose that must have made you awfully curious!" she smiled. "You're forgiven, darling. But do you forgive me?" she asked, her hand moving still farther up her son's strong leg.
"I just don't get it, Mom!" the boy choked. "How come you and Brett were doin' that? I didn't think moms ever did stuff like that with their kids! Isn't it, uh, isn't it kinda dirty or somethin'?" the boy struggled, wishing he had kept his mouth shut.
"Dirty? My goodness, Barry! What a thing to say!" she said, feigning shock.
"I didn't mean that, Mom! I mean, uh, well, isn't it kind of ..." the boy said, struggling to find words that wouldn't offend his mother.
"Taboo, Barry! Taboo is the word, not dirty! Sex is perfectly clean, Barry! Haven't I told you that already? Incest is just a bit out of the ordinary, Barry!" she said, moving closer to her son, so close that her barely concealed thigh rubbed up against his.
"But how come other boys don't do it with their moms?" Barry asked, feeling his mother's incredible warmth soaking into his thigh.
"Perhaps other boys do have sex with their mothers, darling!" Wendy said, leaning close to her son's ear. "Perhaps they keep it their little secret!" she whispered.
"You're not gonna have sex with me, are you, Mom?" Barry asked in a squeaky voice, inhaling his mother's fragrant perfume as it wafted from her warm body to his nostrils.
"Would you like that, Barry?" she asked, thrilled that Barry had opened the door for her.
"I don't know, Mom! Wow! Would you like it?" the boy asked, on the brink of passing out at any minute.
"I'm sure I would, Barry! And I'm sure you would, too! Nothing is more fun than fucking, darling! I can't describe the sensations, Barry! Your brothers do such a wonderful job of fucking me! Their cocks are lovely! Brett's dick is huge! Billy's dick is as stiff as a pole all the time! I'll just bet you have some exciting manly qualities that I don't even know about, Barry! I'd just love to have the opportunity to explore with you, lover! Are you willing?" she asked sweetly, grabbing the big warm bulge between her son's legs.
"Oh shit! Mom! Christ! What're you doin'?" the boy rasped, his whole body stiffening when she laid her warm hands on his cock and balls.
"I'm feeling your crotch, silly!" Wendy smiled, working her fingers against the tight material of his pants. "It feels good, too, Barry! My God, darling! Is that all you down there? You must have a big cock in your pants, Barry, and big balls to match!" she sang.
"Gosh, Mom, don't! Please, Mom!" the kid pleaded, brushing the brown hair out of his glittering blue eyes, still unable to look into her mysterious blazing eyes.
"Am I hurting you?" she purred, her hand kneading his tented genitals through his tight blue jeans.
"Uh-uh, Mom," the boy rasped. "But I'm gonna get hard if you don't stop!" he pleaded.
"Would that be the end of the world, Barry?" she smiled. "We can't do much together if you don't get hard, Barry! Don't worry about it, darling! Let yourself go! Enjoy the things I'm going to do to you, lover! I can assure you that I'll enjoy the things you're going to do to me! I have all sorts of delicious ideas for the night, Barry! I'll teach you how to do things you've only dreamed of! I'll teach you the way I've taught your brothers! Are you willing? Will you be my lover, son?" she asked, her voice dripping with honey. "Oh, Mom, you know I'd do anything you want me to do!" Barry said, feeling the warmth of her body spreading over him.
"Then I want you to show me what a man you are, Barry! I want you to fuck me! I want you to make me feel like a woman! I'll make you feel like a man, too, Barry!" she said, her cock-hungry cunt moistening with passion.
"Gosh, Mom! My dick's gettin' hard already! What am I supposed to do next?" he asked, feeling his pussy-starved young cock lengthening in his pants as his wicked mother rubbed it with her warm hand.
"Why don't I just unzip your pants and take it out for you, Barry? I want what you have between your legs, lover!" the hot-assed mother said, quickly falling to her knees in front of her son and attacking his crotch.
"Are you sure you wanna do that, Mom?" he asked nervously, sitting upright on the edge of his mother's bed.
"I'd just love it, darling! You must be huge! And you're getting bigger all the time! Have you ever used this delicious cock on a girl?" she asked, reaching into his pants and grabbing his fat cock through his underpants.
"No, Mom, they always get kinda scared or somethin'!" he said. "I got a girl to touch it once, but she got scared and I had to take her home."
"Your mother won't get scared, Barry. There's nothing I love better than a big hard cock! I just have to see it, darling! Let me unfasten your pants!
There! Spread them open for me, Barry! That's right, lover! Don't be afraid, son!" she said, trying to get his swollen cock out of his underwear.
Barry's cock was jerking maddeningly in his pants. The thing had extended down his pants leg so far that his mother couldn't get it out at all. He thought she was going to break it in her eagerness to pull it out for him. He was amazed at the way she attacked his cock. His girlfriend Bernice had been afraid of it. She only had to see it sticking down his pants leg and she immediately froze up. But not his mother.
"It's much too long and hard to get out this way, son! You'll have to stand up and push your pants down," Wendy said, drying to wrap her loving lips around the shaft of his hard-on.
Barry did as he was told. He stood nervously, his arms hanging at his sides while his luscious mother hooked her fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down. His cock snapped up against his stomach when it jerked free of its confinement.
Wendy told him to pull his shirt off and step out of his pants. After he did so, she reached up and ran her warm hand over his chest and stomach, letting the back of her hand brush teasingly against the rigid shaft of his cock. His masculine organ was even longer than Brett's, although not quite as thick. The head of it was swollen and hard, a purplish knob of masculine flesh that she had to pop into her mouth.
Wendy ran her thumb over the underside of his swollen cock-head, making the boy's rod jerk like a jackhammer. She pressed his dick against his hard stomach, feeling the heat of it soaking into her hand. The boy's legs were tense beyond belief. She could see his youthful muscles standing out from his legs. His fists were balled at his sides. He was one tight knot of excitement. She felt his cock throbbing with blood as he grew hornier and homier under her powerful influence.
Wendy ran her thumb up his cock, from the base near his nuts, all the way to the swollen head of it, making a drop of crystal clear preseminal fluid ooze from the tip of his cock. His cock-juice streaked down the rigid shaft of his rod and onto his sperm-filled balls. She had to taste his cock, had to suck her son off.
"Your cock is so juicy! Do you mind if I taste it, lover?" she smiled, making a fist around his pounding dick.
"Gosh no, Mom! If you want to! You sure you want to?" Barry asked in absolute amazement.
"I'll show you, son!" she said warmly, bending toward him and pressing her quivering lips against the dripping head of his erect rod.
Barry almost fell over backwards when he felt his mother's wet lips on his young manhood. Bernice hadn't even touched his dick, and all of a sudden he was having it sucked by his mother. His cock seemed to grow even bigger when her lips touched it. His balls gathered in a knot between his legs. He gasped when she pressed his cock back against his hard stomach.
Wendy flicked out her tongue and began licking at the head of his cock. She ran her practiced tongue around the supersensitive underside of his prick-head. She sucked at his dick-head, tasting the hot saltiness of his rod and longing for more of the same. She reached between her son's legs and took his heavy nuts in her hands. She fondled his balls lovingly while she licked and kissed his delicious rod.
"I'm going to give you a blow-job, Barry! Have you heard about such things?" she asked.
Barry nodded weakly. He had heard about blow jobs, but he had never thought he would ever get a girl to give him once, and certainly not his own mother. Wasn't there anything she wouldn't do?
"Get ready for this Barry!" she said, opening her pretty mouth and going down on her fourteen-year-old's cock.
Wendy felt her lips sliding down over his dick as she took it deeper and deeper into her sucking throat. She felt his bulging cock-head rubbing against the roof of her mouth and then against the back of her throat as she took it all the way.
The hot-assed mother began bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking at her son's dick so hard and fast that she knew he would have to fill her with cum in a minute or two. She held his nuts in her warm hands, feeling them swell with sperm. She sucked more and more furiously by the second. He started rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, unable to stand still another second.
Barry hoped his mother didn't mind what he was doing to her. He knew that he was banging against her, hard and fast, but there was nothing he could do about it. The rocking and thrusting motions seemed to come naturally to him. He had to drive his cock in and out of her greedily sucking oral cavity, and the harder she sucked him, the harder he had to buck his ass.
Wendy was almost choking each time her son thrust his dick down her sucking throat. Her throat grasped at his rod, holding it inside her, bringing him closer and closer to a nut-busting ejaculation.
"Oh God! Suck me, Mom! Suck my dick!" the boy rasped, no longer caring what he said or felt. "Eat it! Eat my fuckin' meat!"
Wendy felt his rod snap up inside her voraciously sucking mouth. She knew that he was about to shoot his wad down her throat. She thought she could pull away from him and delay his ejaculation until she could get him into her hot cunt, but it was too late. She almost strangled when he pumped what seemed like gallons of sperm down her sucking throat.
"I'm comin', Mom! I'm shootin' my wad! Oh fuck! I don't believe this! I'm comin' in my Mom's throat!" the horny boy rasped as his rocks shot off hard and fast into her sweet mouth.
Wendy made thick gurgling sounds deep in her throat as her son pumped his cum into her. She coughed and sputtered on the heavy wad he unloaded in her throat. She swallowed hard, trying in vain to swallow all his hot thick semen. The tasty stuff trickled out of her mouth, running over her lips and down the shaft of his rod, soaking his seething nuts in hot thick sperm.
The boy's mother lapped at his dick when it pulled from her sucking mouth. She licked his still hard shaft from the root to the tip and back again, lapping up the sperm that had dripped from her stretched lips. She couldn't bear to waste a drop of his sperm.
The boy almost keeled over in his pleasure. He felt his entire body discharge his accumulated sexual energy through his dick. His balls felt like bombs exploding between his long legs. He shook all over, almost failing onto his mother as she sucked and licked his pulsating meat.
"That feels good, Mom!" the boy said huskily. "It's great! Wow! No wonder Brett and Billy let you suck 'em!"
"It tastes good, too, lover! I could suck this delicious cock all day and all night, Barry!" she moaned.
"You can if you want to, Mom! You can suck me anytime!" he gasped, his heart still racing wildly in his chest.
"I'll do that and more, Barry! I have all sorts of wonderful things in mind for us tonight!" she said in a voice that was hotter than a summer night.
Chapter Eight
Wendy and Barry fell into bed together and relaxed in each other's arms for a few minutes. Wendy explained as well as she could her sudden realization that she needed her sons as sex partners. Barry seemed to understand the situation. She told him for the first time about her experience with the gang of rapists in the woods so long ago. He promised to be gentle with her, and Wendy knew that her story had moved him deeply. She knew that her son would never give her cause to fear him.
Wendy felt a warmth for her son that grew before long into a raging fire between her legs. She held him close to her, felt his heart beating in his chest, felt his warm moist breath against her throat as he cradled his face under her chin. She reached down between his naked legs and discovered that he was ready again, ready for anything she could teach him.
"Would you like to see my body, Barry?" she asked sweetly, sitting up and taking his hand.
"Sure, Mom! I've never seen you naked!" he said.
Wendy smoothed her hands down over her gown, making the material conform to the curvy contours of her beautiful body. She saw her son staring openly at her hands as they moved down over her body. His long dick was sticking straight up from his groin again, already beginning to ooze the fluid of his masculine passion.
The hot-assed mother undid the belt of her translucent gown and let it fall open, revealing her feminine treasures of her son to ogle. She spread her gown open and let it frame her naked breasts in a haze of gossamer. Her beautiful knockers caught the warm glow of her bedside lamp, making her tits glow with golden warmth. Her tit peaks were stiff with excitement, little conical protrusions of flesh that caught his eyes and held them.
Wendy cupped her free-flowing breasts in her warm hands and lifted them a bit, offering them freely to her fourteen-year-old son. She asked her son if he liked her body. She smiled knowingly when he nodded and made a dry sound in his throat. She asked him if he would like to touch her breasts. He held out his hand and she walked silently toward him, her beautiful breasts jiggling slightly as she walked.
Wendy breathed deeply when her son laid his trembling hand on her silken tit-flesh. Her breasts lifted slightly when she breathed in. Her nipples tingled with sexual electricity as her son ran his hands over her bared breast. Her cunt twitched with desire, moistening more and more by the second. She felt goosepimples rising on her silken body as her excitement increased. She felt like giving her son everything she had to give, felt like treating him to all the joys of hot fucking.
"Feel how hard my nipples are, darling! I'm really very excited! I see that your nipples are hard, too!" she said, reaching out and rubbing his tiny nipples with her thumbs. "Why don't you do the same for me, Barry? I just love having my little nipples stroked and pinched!" she breathed, moving incredibly close to her excited son.
Barry reached out and let his fingers press against her hard nipples. His legs felt weak. She was doing something wild to him, making his nuts ache like hell, making him tense and weak at the same time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
"Kiss my tits, Barry! Suck them! Nibble them a bit, too, darling! I love having my sons suck my tits!" she said in a lascivious voice smouldering with sex heat.
Barry pressed his lips around his mother's hard nipple and sucked it hard. He also ran his tongue around its aureole, making her tits tingle with excitement. He felt her hard erectile flesh slip in and out of his mouth, making wet popping sounds when it pulled from his sucking lips. He ran his teeth over her tit-peak, making her shiver with delight. She seemed to like everything he did to her, and everything he did to her drove himself wild.
"Put your hand between my legs, lover. Feel -free to touch me wherever you like," she breathed, dying to feel his fingers playing against her seething cunt-flesh.
"You really mean it? Can I really touch you there?" he choked, his hand hesitating half-way between her knees and her cunt.
The horny mother reached down and brought her son's hand up between her legs, shivering when she felt his palm clamp over her seething cunt. She felt her twat running with musky moisture, felt her belly fluttering with pure delight. Her son rubbed up against her. She felt her naked breasts crushing against his lean young chest, felt her nipples rubbing against his muscles as she writhed with pleasure.
"Please move your fingers, Barry! Please! Oh yes! God! That's just right! You're making me hot, Barry! You're making my cunt steam! Do you feel it? Do you feel how hot your mother's pussy is getting?" she gasped as her son tickled her cunt.
"It is hot, Mom! Oh wow! This is too much, too fuckin' much!" the boy choked, reaching one hand around behind his mother's naked body and squeezing the silken cheek of her ass while his other hand worked at her cunt.
Wendy felt her son's rigid staff rubbing up against her thigh as he held her to him. She felt him grinding his pelvis against her thigh, unable to control his excitement. His young cock spread his slippery preseminal fluid all over her silky honey-tanned skin. His rod slipped and slid over her, making both of them horny beyond belief.
Barry moved his fingers eagerly over her raggedy wet pussy lips. He had had no idea that a woman's cunt could be so hot and inviting. Her cunt seemed to move with a life all its own. It seemed to beg him to put his fingers into it, seemed to want to suck his hand into its rosy channel. He dared to insert a finger into his mother's seething twat, then another and another. She seemed to love it.
Wendy felt the boy crooking his fingers inside her blazing cunt, tickling her inner flesh and making her moan with pleasure. Her clit was on fire, her cunt tingling deep down inside her. She wrapped her arms around her boy and hugged him to her tightly, making his cock extend down her inner leg ever so near her hot cunt.
"Oh God, Barry! You hand is inside me! It feels so good there! Twist your hand inside my fucking cunt! Oh yes! Yesssssss! Move it inside me! I'm on fire for you, lover! I need you! I need your cock!" she hissed, reaching down and grasping his rigid penis.
"Should I put it in you, Mom?" the boy asked, his heart beating wildly.
"God, yes! Stick that lovely rod up my cunt, Barry! Show me what kind of a man you are. darling! Shove it in me and make me feel like a woman again! I need it jerking inside me! Fuck me!" she cried, backing up against the wall and letting her arms drop to her sides.
"Will you tell me if I don't do it right, Mom?" Barry asked in a hoarse voice that betrayed his fear of making a mistake.
"You'll do it right, Barry! I just know you will! You're learning fast, lover! You'll be a hot-fucking stud before this night is over! You'll be able to satisfy me as no one ever has! Fuck me, son! Fuck your mother like a man!" she cried, feeling his hot body pressing against her.
Barry began bucking his ass wildly, jabbing his dick against her thigh and the hair of her luscious cunt. It was quite a while before he found the hot slot between her legs. He reached down and guided his tool between the raggedy lips of her inviting cunt. He gsasped when he felt her juicy cunt-lips enfold his organ.
The heat of her seething cunt seemed to pass through his dick and go straight to his nuts. He felt his balls swelling with pent up semen, felt his balls tightening between his athletic legs as he began forcing his dick into his mother's cock-hungry cunt.
"Take me, Barry! Fill me up with it! Fuck me! All the way in, Barry! Oh God! It's beautiful! In and out, lover! Fuck me hard! You won't hurt me son! Don't be afraid! Screw me!" she cried as her son drove his dick in and out of her tight wet cunt-hole.
Barry slammed his hard young body up against his mother, punching his hard young rod in and out of her grasping cunt. Her pussy held him like a vise of flesh, squeezing his impaled cock, sucking at it like a hundred greedy mouths. He felt his nuts slapping against her steaming crotch as he fucked her hard. Her tits were crushed up against his heaving chest. He felt his nipples rubbing against her, felt her belly pressing against his as he drove his rod into her all the way to his groin.
"Grind it into me, darling!" she cried. "Move your hips and make it move in a circle inside me! That's lovely! Oh God, Barry! You really know how to fuck!" she breathed, her belly fluttering with pure delight.
Barry heard his mother's words and went wild inside with fuck-lust. He was so much encouraged by his mother's moans of delight that he fucked her like a young stallion, banging against her and making her cunt drip with excitement. The boy knew that he would soon shoot a heavy wad into his mother's grasping cunt. He didn't know whether he should let that happen or not. How would she react if he filled her cunt with cum?
"Mom, I can't do this much more!" the boy rasped.
"Yes you can, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I just love it!" she said, wrapping her arms around her son.
"But I'm gonna go off pretty soon, Mom! I'm gonna ejaculate!" he gasped, his balls gathered tightly between his legs.
"I want you to, Barry! I want you to shoot your wad right up my fucking cunt! I can't tell you how much I want to take your cum inside me! Fuck me! Shoot me full of it!" the hot-assed beauty cried.
Wendy felt the shuddering pleasure of her own feminine orgasm between her legs. Her clit was on fire, a fire kindled by the friction of her son's rigid dick against her bud of flesh. His rod kept punching in and out of her, stimulating her to the flash point. Her cunt dripped. Her juices flowed down her son's dick and drenched his swollen balls.
"Oh shit! It's gonna happen, Mom! Oh fuck! I'm comin' in you! Take it, Mom! Take my fuckin' stuff!" the fourteen-year-old grunted as he shot his hot wad up his mother's cunt.
Wendy felt the flashing rush of her feminine orgasm at exactly the same time as her son pumped his sperm into her. Her twat gushed with passion as her orgasm tore through her like a tornado. She felt his cum spurting deep inside her sucking channel, filling her with balm, mingling with the musky fluids of her own passion.
The two horny fuckers held each other tightly as their orgasms passed over them like a storm. The mother and the son shared a kind of peace that was not to be shared by them in accordance with the laws of society. They felt closer than they had ever felt before. Tliey were both aware that they had violated a taboo, but they had enjoyed every ball busting and cunt tingling minute of it, and they longed to experience the heat of fucking again.
"Would you like to take a shower with me. Barry?" she asked later as they lay together once again in her soft warm bed.
"Sure, Mom! That sounds like fun!" the boy said, trying to imagine what it would be like to take a warm shower with his lovely naked mother.
"I'm sure a nice shower will make you horny in no time Barry! All that warm water rolling down over your cock and balls will make you stiffen up before you know it!" she smiled, reaching down and fondling his soft dick and nuts.
"Can I wash your breasts, Mom?" the kid asked.
"Of course, son! You may wash my tits and even my cunt! I'll even wash your cock for you, darling! I'll wrap my soapy fingers around that beautiful penis and rub it for you until it gets big again!" she said lasciviously, her mysterious eyes glittering with excitement.
"It's gettin' hard already!" the boy said, feeling his cock stirring once again under his mother's expert influence.
"Perhaps we'd better hurry down the hall before we end up fucking right here in bed again!" the kid's mother smiled.
Wendy slipped out of bed with her fourteen-year-old stud and led him down the hall on tiptoes. Barry dared to reach out and run his forefinger down the crack of her full womanly ass all the way to the nest of her cunt. Wendy couldn't help giggling with girlish delight when he tickled her butt. She put her finger quickly to her lips.
"Shhhhhh!" she said, brushing his eager hand away from her ass. "Not here, darling! We don't want to wake the others!"
"Why not, Mom? They know about it already, don't they? I mean, uh, they've been doing this stuff longer than I have!" the boy said.
Barry had given her something to think about. She hadn't considered the possibility of having more than one of her sons at once. Barry seemed to accept the new relationship with her so completely that he didn't care whether his brothers knew what they were doing or not. And why not? Barry was right, after all. Brett and Billy had done everything Barry had done with her ... and more. Perhaps it would be even more fun to draw all three of her eager young sons into her net at the same time.
Her head swimming with the possibilities of a four way fuck with her family of young studs, Wendy led her son into the spacious shower and adjusted the spray. She thrilled to the harsh spray against her back and the sensitive flesh of her knockers. Hie spray made her tits tingle, made goosepimples rise on her thighs. Barry joined her under the shower, tossing his hair behind him and thoroughly enjoying the experience of showering with his mother. Wendy knew that he would enjoy it even more when she laid her loving hands on his wet naked body.
The hot-assed older woman took the soap and a washcloth in her hands and worked up a heavy lather, applying it to her son's chest and stomach. She lathered up his naked body from head to toe, thrilling to the feel of his skin and thrilling to his immediate reaction to her caresses.
Barry's dick stood right up when he felt his mother's hands running over his body. He was still amazed that she would lavish attention on him, amazed that she would know exactly how to turn him on. Her hands seemed to know exactly what to do, where to touch him and when.
When her son's rod was throbbing with blood again, the seductive mother fell to her knees and rubbed lather all over the slight growth of hair on her son's groin. She lathered his groin up until it looked like a cream pie. She rubbed her hand up and down the soapy shaft of his erection until she was afraid he might shoot off again.
"Turn around, darling!" she said. "I want to do something new for you!"
Barry did as he was told, turning until his ass was facing his mother. He felt her soapy hands on his hard young buttocks, felt her fingers kneading his butt-flesh. She ran her fingers down the soapy crack of his ass, pressing ever so gently against the ring of his anus. .
"Does that feel good, lover?" she asked sweetly, her cunt tingling.
"Uh-huh, Mom!" he admitted, wondering what she was up to back there.
Wendy ran her hand under his ass and grabbed his balls from behind. She rubbed his nuts with her wet palm for a moment or two, making them seethe in their soapy sac. Then she pressed his asshole harder with the tip of her finger, pressed it until she felt her finger entering his tight anus.
"Gos, Mom! What are you doin'?" Barry said, feeling considerable pain in his ass when her finger entered him.
"Does it hurt, Barry?" his mother asked, pausing.
"Uh-huh! A little!" the boy said, automatically clenching his buttocks against her fingers.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it if you let yourself relax, Barry!" Wendy said. "Your father always did!"
"You did this to Dad?" Barry asked in amazement, feeling his mother pushing her rigid finger into his tight asshole.
"That's right, son! He loved it! He did it to me, too! In fact, he used to stick his big fat cock right up my ass!" she said, twisting her finger into her son's ass.
"He fucked you in the ass? Are you sure, Mom?" the boy asked.
"Don't be shocked, darling! Your father did all sorts of wonderful things to me! I want you to do those things to me, too, Barry! I want you to fuck me in the ass just like your father did! Does that sound like fun to you, son?" his homy mother asked, massaging his ass with her finger.
"Sure, Mom! But won't it hurt?" he asked, jerking a bit when she buried her finger in him all the way to her knuckle.
"It might, darling! But I'm sure I'll get over it! After all, son, your father's cock was enormous, and I managed to get used to his! Yours is almost as big as his already! Did you know that, darling?" she asked.
"Wow! Is it? Is that good?" he said, feeling proud of his masculine development, looking down at his towering cock.
"Is it good? It's just wonderful! You have a huge hard cock and you know how to use it already! After a few more lessons you'll be able to satisfy any woman in the world! And I'm sure you'll have girlfriends hanging all over you in a few years, Barry! I certainly wouldn't think of keeping you all for myself!" she said, enjoying the way he reacted to her praise.
After running her finger in and out of her son's asshole a few times she stood up and handed her son the soap. He proceeded to lather her naked body just as she had done for him. He ran his hands over her silken globes, filling the slope between her breasts with suds. He rubbed her soapy tit-peaks with his thumbs, making them harden temptingly. He could hardly resist bending toward her tits and sucking her soapy nipples into his mouth. He ran his hands down over her slightly curved belly and down her sides. He tangled his fingers in her pubic nest and lathered up her love-hair.
"Wash my little pussy now, Barry!" she cooed, spreading her legs slightly and inviting him to rub her cunt.
The eager young lad fell to her knees and began rubbing her frothy cunt with the palm of his hand. His mother shivered with delight as he stimulated her wet cunt. Water cascaded down over her naked body, dripping from her naked breasts, rolling down her thighs and washing the lather on her cunt away almost as fast as her son raised it.
Wendy handed him the washcloth, and told him to rub her cunt with it. He did so, rather clumsily at first. Soon he discovered just how to rub her cunt with the cloth to make her feel the most pleasure. He held one end of the cloth with one hand and reached behind her with the other, taking the other end of the cloth and sawing it in and out between her naked legs.
Wendy leaned against the shower wall and abandoned herself to the maddening pleasure her son inspired in her. She gasped and sighed with pleasure as her passion built to a peak once again. She shivered and shook, her belly fluttering, her legs shaking with excitement and tension. She opened her lips and uttered a shrill cry of pure delight as her cunt flashed off in ecstasy. She was coming again, and it was even better than the time before.
"Oh God! Barry! You're making me come! Oh
Lord! Rub me! Rub my hot fucking cunt! I love it! Make me come! I'm comminngg!" she cried in the heat of her depraved lust.
Barry held her legs tightly as she came, dropping the washcloth when she cried out her pleasure and wrapping his wet arms around her naked legs. He held her until she stopped whimpering, pressing his face against her flashing cunt, inhaling her feminine fragrance.
Chapter Nine
Wendy and Barry stood outside Brett's bedroom. They had finished their shower and dried each other in the bathroom. Wendy had mentioned the possibility that they might approach Brett and Billy that night and ask them to join their sexual activities. Barry had agreed immediately. He was so horny now that he would agree to anything, and he had told her so.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, darling?" she asked.
"Sure, Mom! Why not?" Barry asked, his dick throbbing in front of him.
Wendy opened the door of her thirteen-year-old son's room and stepped in with Barry. The horny pair moved quietly to the side of Brett's bed and stood there for a second or two. Wendy bent down and drew her son's sheet off his body, exposing his naked body. She stared at his sleeping cock, longing to have it inside her again.
Barry flicked on the light and sat down on a chair while his mother worked her magic on his brother. She bent over him and blew a stream of warm moist breath over his cock and balls. She put one warm hand on his lower stomach and began fondling his young nearly hairless balls with the other. She touched his resting cock with her lips, flicking out her practiced tongue and licking the head of his young tool.
It wasn't long before Brett's cock started to harden. The thing stood up straight from his body, filling with blood before his mother's eyes and thickening until it was at full erection. Barry thought it was funny that his mother could turn his brother on in his sleep. He couldn't help chuckling, and it was the sound of his laughter that stirred his brother from his sleep.
Wendy motioned for Barry to stand by the bed with her. He stood up and wrapped his arm around his mother, looking down at his younger brother as he opened his eyes. Brett stared up at the two as if he were seeing them in a dream. When he realized that his dream was reality, he jumped up and swung his legs out of the bed, sitting and staring up at his naked mother and his hard-cocked brother.
Wendy and Barry both laughed when Brett shook his shaggy head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It was easy for the two to understand his considerable amazement at awakening and finding them beside him. Wendy sat down on the bed with
Barry and whispered in her thirteen-year-old's ear.
"Sorry we had to wake you, Brett darling, but we just had to see you! Will you forgive us, darling?" she asked.
"Uh, sure, Mom," the boy choked, looking over at Barry and staring at the hard dick that stuck up from his lap. "But, uh, how come Barry's hard like that?" the amazed boy asked, his eyes wide.
"That should be rather obvious, Brett! Aren't you hard when you're with me . .. lately, that is?" she smiled, her hands folded in her naked lap.
"Yeah, Mom, but that's .different! Isn't it?" the kid asked.
"Not really, Brett," she smiled. "You see, darling, I've decided that it really isn't fair of me to share the joys of fucking only with one of my sons! Do you understand, Brett?" she asked, longing to use the hard dick that stuck up from Brett's lap.
"You mean you've been doin' stuff with Barry, too?" the kid asked.
"She sure has, man!" Barry said. "I just got through fuckin' her!" the fourteen-year-old said, obviously proud of his newly discovered prowess.
"I might as well tell you that Billy has been sharing my favors, too, Brett,"she said softly.
"Billy? But he's just a kid!" Brett said.
"But he has a nice hard dick, Brett!" Wendy said. "And I've taught him how to use it!"
"You mean we've all been fuckin' you?" Brett asked amazedly.
"You've been keeping me awfully busy, Brett!" she smiled, reaching out and touching her son's naked leg.
"This is somethin' else!" the boy said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"This is somethin' else, too!" Wendy laughed, letting her hand fall between Brett's legs and rest on the towering length of masculine flesh that stood up from the boy's lap.
"Wow, Mom! What're you gonna do?" Brett asked, clamping his legs together as if he didn't want her to touch him there.
"I don't know, darling. I thought I might start by jerking you off until you're good and stiff! Then I thought I might bend down and suck your delicious cock for you! And then . .." she said, rubbing his cock with her thumb.
"But, Mom! Barry's watchin'!' Brett said.
"Who gives a shit!" Barry said with a dirty grin. "You ain't got nothin' I want, dumb-ass!" he laughed.
"I know, but..." Brett said nervously.
"You really mustn't be so embarrassed, Brett! I thought you'd enjoy sharing me with Barry!" Wendy smiled, still working her warm and loving fingers up and down the shaft of Brett's swollen whang.
"Do you really wanna do that?" Brett asked, looking at Wendy and then at his brother.
"Why the fuck not, man?" Barry asked, reaching down and stroking his hard prick. "Shit, man! I'm ready and you're ready and Mom's ready! Why not do it? She'll tell us what to do! Won't you, Mom?" Barry said, laying a hand on his mother's honey-tanned leg.
"I certainly will, darlings! Til make you both very happy, and you can do the same for me! Will you make me happy, Brett? Will you fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours?" she asked in a little girl voice, snuggling up against Brett and breathing into his ear.
"If that's what you want, Mom!" Brett said in a husky voice.
"Wonderful!" Wendy said. "Now lets go and tell Billy about our plans!"
"Billy? You kiddin'?" Brett gasped. "You mean we're gonna all three do it together at the same time?"
"Of course, darling!" the hot-assed beauty said, standing and leading her two boys to the door without a moment's hesitation. "We're one happy family, aren't we?"
The boys had to admit that they were. They had to admit, too, that doing it all together like that made their balls stir with excitement. There seemed to be no end to the surprises their mother had in store for them. They watched her wiggle her shapely ass down the hall in front of them, her asscheeks rising and falling in perfect.rhythm The boys winked at each other wickedly. Brett was getting more and more eager all the time to share her with his brothers.
When they got to Billy's room Barry reached out and cupped his hand over the tufted mound of his mother's cunt from behind. He moved his fingers against the dewy lips of her cunt until she giggled with delight. Her girlish giggles provoked a boyish laugh from Brett, who reached out and scuffled with his brother in an effort to put his hand between her legs, too. They were still giggling and scuffling playfully when they burst into Billy's room.
The scene that Billy awakened to was stimulating enough to raise his cock in a second or two. He sat up in bed and stared at his mother and his two older brothers as they scuffled with each other in the doorway. It was rather obvious that the boys were after their mother's cunt. They were pushing each other out of the way in order to get at her.
"Boys! Boys! Please! Now see what you've done! You've awakened Billy!" she said in mock seriousness, brushing Brett and Barry away and falling to her knees between Billy's young legs.
"Gosh, Mom!" the kid rasped, his eyes staring.
"What's happenin'?"
"That depends on you three boys!" Wendy sang. "You boys could make something wonderful happen here tonight!"
"We're gonna make somethin' happen, all right, Mom!" Barry said excitedly, stepping up behind his mother and laying his long hard-on across her shoulder.
"We're all gonna make it with Mom tonight,
Billy!" Brett said, sitting on the edge of the bed with Billy.
"You shittin'!" Billy said hoarsely.
"No shit, man!" Barry said, rubbing his pre-cum slickened dick against Wendy's silken shoulder.
"Why don't I just start the festivities by sucking your delicious little dickie, Billy?" Wendy smiled, bending down and engulfing her twelve-year-old son's young prick in her voracious mouth.
Wendy took Billy's erection all the way down her throat, sucking hard on him, running her tongue up and down the silken shaft of it. She pressed the head of his swollen organ against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and bobbed up and down on it, making his nuts ache more and more by the second. She reached out with the eagerness of a bitch in heat and grabbed Brett's dick at the same time, squeezing it tightly and stroking it up and down in her silken fist.
Brett moved closer to his brother when she pulled him in that direction. When his cock was as hard as a baseball bat, the hot-assed woman pulled her head off Billy's rod and went down on her thirteen-year-old, sucking him wildly until she thought he was ready to shoot his wad down her throat. When Brett began grunting deep in his throat she pulled away from his aching tool and poised her lovely face over Billy's dick again.
"Goddam, Mom! You're somethin' else! This is really wild!" Billy said in a somewhat squeaky voice that betrayed his exitement.
"How 'bout me, Mom?" Barry asked, his swollen rod rubbing hot and hard against her shoulder.
"I have plans for you, Barry!" she said in a voice that smouldered with sex-heat. "Is your cock big and hard?"
"Shit yeah, Mom! Just look at it!" Barry said, holding his dick close to her face.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Wendy breathed, turning and staring at the swollen knob of his dick-head, flicking out her tonguetip and catching a droplet of preseminal fluid on it. "Why don't you fuck me right in the cunt while I suck Brett and Billy off?"
"How am I supposed to do that, Mom?" he asked.
"She wants you to fuck her from behind, stupid!" Billy said.
"That's right, Barry! I want to stick that cock right up my cunt and screw the piss out of me!" she said. "Billy and Brett have already done that for me, darling! I'm sure youll enjoy it! And, boys, you really mustn't make fun of Barry just because he hasn't learned as much about fucking as you have! After all, darlings, I only started teaching him tonight!" she said.
"Yeah, Barry, I guess she's right! You kids take time to learn stuff like this!" Billy grinned.
Barry flushed with embarrassment but managed a half smile.
"I'll just bend over like this," Wendy said, spreading her long lithe legs and bending over until her lips were only an inch or two away from Brett's dripping cock. "Now you just sink that big hard cock of yours right in my little cunnie! Wendy said, her twat flowing cunt-honey.
Wendy waited until his son stepped up behind her and pushed his cock-head up against her hot cunt. Then she reached between her legs and guided his hard tool between the hanging lips of her open sex. gasping when he bucked his ass and drove the jerking thing into her.
"Oh God! Not so hard, darling! It's so big!" she said, feeling the stretching of her juicy cunt as he drove his prick into her all the way to the hilt.
"Sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Barry said, pulling his rod out of her cunt until the head of it almost slipped all the way out.
"No, darlin! Don't pull it out! I want it inside me!" Wendy said, still reaching between her legs and wrapping her fingers around her son's hairy balls. "Just be gentle with me, lover! Wait until I get used to that big fat thing!" she said.
"Okay, Mom!" Barry replied, letting his dick sink back into her moist rosy channel. "Can I move it just a little bit now? It feels awful good in there!"
"Of course you may, lover, but be careful at first," she said, her cunt grasping her son's swollen whang. "Ummmmmmmm! That feels just delicious!" she breathed when she felt him moving his rod in a tight circular motion deep in her grasping cunt.
"Suck my dick, Mom!" Billy said.
"I'm first, Billy!" Brett insisted, his rock-hard dick throbbing thunderously.
"I'm older'n you are!"
"No, boys, you mustn't fight over me! Perhaps we can arrive at some sort of arrangement that will satisfy both of you darlings! Now who shall I suck first? They're both just delicious looking! Brett's is thick and Billy's is long and just dripping with juice! I just can't make up my mind! I think I'll just have to suck both of them at once!" she said lasciviously.
"Both of us at once!" Brett said amazedly, his nuts aching.
"Of course, boys! That way I won't cause any friction, only the friction of your cocks rubbing against each other!" she smiled. "Now throw your leg over Billy's!" she said.
Brett hesitated for a moment, but when he saw that his mother really expected him to do what she said, he obeyed. The two boys moved closer together, Brett's leg slung over Billy's. Wendy's lovely face was only an inch or two away from their towering dicks. She told them to move closer together, but they had already gotten as close together as they could in their position. She reached out and tried to pull their cocks together, but it was no use.
"You'll just have to stand up, boys!" she said. "That's right! Stand up and almost face each other! That's the way, darlings! Now rub your cock-heads together! Doesn't that feel good, boys?" the hot-assed mother said lasciviously, her twat dripping with love-juice as her fourteen-year-old moved his rod slowly and gently inside her from behind.
Brett and Billy had to admit that their cocks really did feel good rubbing together like that. Their dick-heads slipped and slid over each other, well lubricated by their free flowing preseminal fluid. Their horny mother was showing them all sorts of new and exciting things that they could do with her. There seemed to be no end to the new delights she could share with them. The boys rubbed their cocks together for a while as their mother watched, her lips glistening in the lamplight.
When Wendy was too horny to resist sucking them another second she reached out her silky hand and grasped their two rock-hard pricks, pulling them together and stroking them up and down. Their dicks were so thick when she pulled them together, that she had to use both hands to encircle the towering posts. Her fingers slid up and down in a masturbating motion easily. Their rods were dripping with slippery preseminal fluid. The boys had never been hornier in their young lives.
Wendy flicked out her tongue and teased the heads of their rods. She moved her fingers so as to make their dicks rub together while she jerked them up and down. She never stopped masturbating them even for a minute while she licked their purplish swollen dick-heads. Greedy for the taste of hot cock, Wendy finally opened her mouth as widely as she possibly could and tried to take the two boys' swollen cocks into her sweet face.
"Goddam, Mom! You really know how to make a guy feel good! You're sure a good sucker!" Billy said as her mouth engulfed his rod along with his horny older brother's.
"Yeah, Mom! You're the greatest! We're lucky to have a mom like you! If you didn't do stuff like this for us we'd still be beatin' off every night!" Brett said in a husky voice.
"Damn right! This sure beats jackin' off! Fuck! This beats anything I can think of!" Barry chimed in, grinding his pelvis against his mother's ass and making his rod move in a circle inside her grasping twat.
Brett and Billy began flexing the muscles of their young asses, driving their rods deeper and deeper into their mother's sucking throat. They saw their bulging cock-heads moving in her face. Brett reached down and stroked her cheek, feeling his own cock moving inside her face. The boys felt their cock shafts rubbing against her pearly teeth, making them shiver with pure pleasure. Her throat sucked at their pricks, making their balls swell with hot semen.
Wendy didn't know how she could possibly take both of her sons' cocks all the way down her throat, but she was trying valiantly. She was on the brink of choking already, and their dicks were still far from the back of her throat. She felt her cunt blazing, and the fire in her twat made her try even harder to take her boys' organs down her throat.
"Suck 'em, Mother!" Brett rasped, his cock aching in her face. "Suck them dicks! Suck them fuckers real fuckin' good!" the boy growled, beginning to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Yeah, Mom! Take those cocks all the way! Make us come, Mom! Come on! We gotta come in your mouth!" Billy begged, joining his older brother in rocking back and forth against her.
Barry was beginning to move harder and faster inside her sucking snatch. He was beginning to piston her cunt harder and harder by the second. His nuts were slapping against his mother's steamy crotch as he fucked her juicy cunt. He could hear the wet slurping sounds that his big dick was making as it punched in and out of her secret place.
Wendy was alive with sensation from head to toe. Trie friction of Barry's cock against her hot little clit was causing a raging fire in her belly. She gobbled Billy's and Brett's dicks greedily, nibbling their cock-shafts, sucking them, licking their dick-heads, making them run with pre-cum. She was hot all over. Her big beautiful breasts shook whenever her fourteen-year-old banged his lean young body up against her back. Her nipples were stiff and excited. She felt them tingle when Billy and Brett each reached out a hand and grabbed her swinging tits.
Wendy reached between her legs and grabbed Barry's heavy swinging nuts. She squeezed his swollen sperm-filled organs tightly, tugging at them as he rammed his distended dick in and out of her sucking sheath. Her pussy juice was being worked into a hot musky froth by the shaft of her son's cock as it banged in and out of her wet cunt-hole. She had never felt so well fucked, so full of hot throbbing cock. She had been surrounded by throbbing dicks and urgent horny males once before in the woods on the day of her cruel rape. But this was completely different. Her boys wery not trying to hurt her. They were only trying to make her feel good.
Wendy knew that the boys were getting more and more urgent in their hot fucking, more and more eager to please, more and more sure of themselves. And yet she knew that they were merely learning how to get their rocks off in the most ball busting way they knew. She expected them to be a bit more rough with her now that they had overcome their earlier reticence. She thought she could learn to enjoy their youthful power.
The hot-assed woman recognized that a change was coming over her. In the past she had been terribly afraid of mascline power, relating it to her terrible experience in the woods with the gang of rapists. But now she was actually enjoying it. She was actually enjoying being fucked hot and hard by three strong and horny young men. She felt that her acceptance of her sons' masculinity might allow her to accept at some time in the future a man her own age again.
"God, Mom! I'm gonna shoot it!" Barry grunted, thrusting his rod deep into her sucking cunt. "I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' wad right up your cunt, Mom!"
Wendy felt Barry's rocks shooting off inside her. She knew that Brett and Billy were about to fill her face with hot cum, too. She needed them, big and hard. She had another use for two stiff dicks. In order to save their sperm and the stiffness of their cocks, the hot-assed woman pulled off them and let them jerk up from their young laps.
"Gosh, Mom! Aren't you gonna suck us off and make us come?" Billy asked, his nuts aching to empty their sperm into her.
"I need you hard, darlings! I want you boys to fuck me now!" she said in a voice thick with depraved lust.
"Oh shit, Mom! This is wild! I'm still coming. Mom! I can't stop! Your cunt's just suckin' it out of me!" the boy rasped, his balls pumping spurt after spurt of cum up inside her.
"Oh, Barry! I love you, son! I love my boys! You make me so hot! I love your dicks inside me! Keep shooting your sperm up my cunt, Barry! Shoot it! Fill me up with it! I want to feel it rolling down my legs! Drown me in it!" she cried, abandoning herself to her depraved desires for her three willing young studs.
Barry shot his rocks into her until he was actually too weak to stand up. By the time he had finished fucking her, his legs were shaking uncontrollably. He had to pull his deflating dick out of her and fall on the bed with his two hard-cocked brothers.
"That was somethin' else! Wow! And you lucky fuckers have been doing this shit all this time! You should've told me! I've been beatin' off all this time and trying to get into Bernice's pants for nothin'!" Barry said.
"Bernice doesn't know what she's missing!" Wendy smiled, bending down and licking some of the sperm off Barry's cock.
While she was bent over Barry's rod, Billy kneeled behind her and began licking her open cunt, tasting her free-flowing feminine juices and his own brother's ejaculated sperm. His tongue raced over her flesh, driving her wild with lust. She was ready for another cock in her cunt. She decided that she needed one in her tight asshole too.
Chapter Ten
"Are you boys ready to try something new?" she asked.
"Sure, Mom!" Brett and Billy said almost in unison.
"Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" she asked sweetly.
"You mean, fuck you like Barry did?" Brett asked.
"No, darling," she said, reaching behind her and spreading her luscious butt-cheeks. "I want you boys to fuck me right here!" she said, pointing to her asshole.
"Gosh, Mom! Can we do that? I mean, uh, wouldn't it hurt?" Billy asked.
"Of course it will, Billy! But I'm sure I'll enjoy it if you're gentle with me!" she said, stroking her anus with her fingertip.
"But that's an awful small hole, Mom!" Brett said. "How could my dick go in there?" he asked, staring at the swollen post that stuck up from his lap.
"It might take some stretching first, Brett darling. I think Billy can help with that! His cock isn't quite as big as yours. Billy darling, would you like to try stretching my little asshole a bit?" she asked, glancing down at his rigid young cock.
"How do we do it, Mom?" the boy asked, willing to do anything to satisfy her and his own aching for release.
"Ill just bend over like this, lover! Now you step up behind me like a good boy and push your hard-on against my little asshole!" she said.
Wendy's asshole tightened when she felt his hot dick-head pressing up against her quivering anus. The heat of her son's swollen dick-head soaked into her, helping her asshole loosen up just a bit. She tried to relax the muscles of her anal sphincter, tried to let her son into her where he had never been before. She knew how much she would enjoy the feeling of hard cock up her tight ass. She had loved taking her husband's cock up her ass, had loved the stretching sensation and even the pain it caused her. It would be even more stimulating now, how that she had three boys to fill every hole in her sexy body. Now she could have a cock in her ass, in her cunt, and in her mouth at the same time.
Billy pressed his rod against her asshole as hard as he could, flexing the muscles of his ass and poking his dick against her, but it was in vain. Her tight asshole refused to let him in in spite of his efforts.
"I can't get it in, Mom!" Billy said.
"Maybe you should try your finger first, darling," she said, having no intention of giving up so easily.
Billy replaced his dick with his finger, pressing his fingertip against her and twisting it slightly. She told him to spit on his finger. The boy did as he was told and finally his finger began to go into her ass.
"It's goin' in, Mom!" Billy said excitedly. "Oh God! I know, Billy!" Wendy gasped, feeling a searing pain when his finger pushed into her.
"Am I hurtin' you, Mom?" Billy asked, ready to pull his finger out of her in an instant if she told him to.
"You're not hurting me, Billy! My God! It's been so long since a man has done this to me!" she whimpered. "Move your finger in and out, Billy! Be gentle!" she breathed.
Billy finger-fucked mother's asshole for a while, loosening her tight anal sphincter slowly until she thought she might be ready to take something longer and thicker into her.
"Try your cock again, lover! Is it slippery?" she said, reaching down and rubbing her fingers over his pre-cum slickened dick-head. "That should do quite nicely, Billy!" she said, her asshole quivering.
"Do you think I can make it go in. Mom?" the boy asked.
"I certainly hope so, Billy! I need that dick up my ass! I've been waiting so long for it!" she said, longing for the feeling of stretching and rubbing deep in her tight ass.
Billy eagerly replaced his finger with his cock, bucking his ass up against her, but getting nowhere fast. She told him to take his cock in his hand and push the head of it against her asshole with his fingers. He obeyed, wiggling his swollen cock-head and pushing on it with all his might.
"Barry, why don't you run down to the bathroom and bring us a jar of Vaseline? That might help considerably!" Wendy suggested.
Barry jumped up and ran down the hall, returning with the jar in a flash. Wendy dipped into it and reached behind her to rub a gob of the slippery cream over her tight "little asshole. She managed to get her fingers into her anal ring, too, slickening up her inner passage. She rubbed some of the lubricant on the swollen prick that she wanted inside her. Billy's body shook each time her loving fingers stroked the hard head of his tool. The boy was horny beyond belief, and Wendy intended to keep him that way.
"Now, darling, that should do it! Stick it in me, lover! Fuck my ass until I tell you to stop, Billy! Don't be afraid of hurting me! I'm so hot for it now that I don't care whether you hurt me or not!" she cried, backing up against her son's rigid young manhood.
Billy didn't really expect his cock to go in so easily, but it did. He pushed it against her tight little ring of muscle for a second or two and all of a sudden he was inside her. The boy felt her anus grasping his rod and holding it tightly in a viselike grip. Her asshole grabbed his cock much harder than her cunt had. It was a completely different sensation, but a highly pleasurable one indeed.
Wendy gasped in pain when her son's dick pushed beyond her tight barrier. She had expected his dick to hurt a little the first time he shoved it into her, but not nearly as much as it actually did. She had had no idea that his cock would feel so huge in her ass. It felt as though a baseball bat had been shoved into her anal channel. She wondered if Billy's rod hadn't grown a few inches in length and thickness.
"Oh, Billy! Billy! Be gentle! I didn't think it would hurt so much!" she cried, the searing pain slowly subsiding as her asshole stretched to accommodate her son's steel-hard dick.
Wendy rested her hands on her ankles and breathed deeply until she thought her asshole was ready to accept some movement on Billy's part. She knew that it was awfully hard for the boy to just stand there with his cock up his mother's tight warm ass without doing anything to gratify himself. She knew that his natural instincts told him to lunge forward and shove his lust-incited cock all the way into her ass and out again until he shot off in her.
"I think I'm ready now, Billy!" she said at length. "Move it inside me now, darling! Slowly at first!" she said, holding her breath as her son began sinking his rod deeper and deeper into her ass.
Wendy was glad that she hadn't chosen Brett or Barry to fill her asshole first. Both boys were much too huge between their legs for her to accept them into her asshole until she had been stretched by her twelve-year-old. Just the thought of taking Brett's monstrous cock with a shaft as thick as a child's wrist almost made her see stars.
Billy pushed up against his mother's tight grasping ass until his rod was buried in her all the way to his balls. He felt her full womanly asscheeks warm and soft against his groin. He reached out and let his hands fall on her bent-over back, stroking her gently as he began stroking in and out of her. Her ass was infinitely tighter than her cunt. He felt as if his dick were being squeezed by a warm hand donning a velvet glove.
"In and out, lover!" she breathed, feeling his rod up inside her. "Fuck me right in the ass! Oh, Billy! This is heavenly! Screw your mother's butt!" she whimpered, going wild with naked desire.
Billy took her whimpers of delight as a signal to begin fucking her harder and faster. He couldn't really help himself now. His dick needed to rub hard and fast against her tight anal sphincter. His balls needed to feel the hot sensation of stroking in and out of her slick channel. Encouraged by his horny mother, the boy let himself go, rocking back and forth against her, driving his tool in and out of her with the speed and force of a pile driver of flesh. And all of this while his brothers watched.
Wendy sensed that Billy enjoyed showing off his talent for butt fucking. It was something that Brett and Barry hadn't tried yet. She knew too that the audience was enjoying the show immensely. Barry's dick was hard and ready again, even though he had already given up his wad again and again that night. Brett was as horny as hell. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his muscles tight. He seemed to be ready to spring to his feet at the drop of a hint and join the hot fucking activities.
The hot-assed mother's cunt was dripping with excitement. She was having the time of her life. She was surrounded by boys who wanted nothing more than to satisfy her lusty urges. And she wanted nothing more than to satisfy theirs in return. She had to let them all into the act.
"Oh God, that feels good, Billy! It's so big and hard inside me! Your cock never ceases to amaze me, Billy! It always feels huge! I can't imagine how it will feel when you've grown to full size!" she gasped as he pistoned her asshole.
"Man, does that feel good!" Brett said.
"Oh shit, yeah! It's wild! You gotta try this some time, Brett! Maybe Mom'll let you!" Billy told his older brother.
"Can I try it, Mom?" Brett asked. "Please?"
"How 'bout me?" Barry asked, putting his hands on his legs and showing her his cock. "See, Mom! I'm hard again!"
"But you boys are too big! Perhaps later! But my pussy is just itching! I'm so hot, so fucking hot for you! Come and lick my cunt, Brett! Lick it and make your mother hotter than a furnace!" she said, beckoning her son to come to her.
Brett jumped up and got between her legs, burying his handsome young face between her legs and licking at her dripping gash. The boy could see his kid brother's nuts swinging as he jammed his dick in and out of her tight asshole. He could hear his brother's rod slipping and sliding in and out of her grasping asshole. Her breasts shook as her son banged his belly against her asscheeks with each thrust into her.
"Will you suck me off, Mom?" Barry asked, standing and presenting her with his cock.
"Of course I will, lover!" she said. "You'll have to crouch down a bit, Barry!"
When Barry's cock was close enough, the hot-assed older woman reached out and took him in her loving hands. She drew his rod close to her face, blowing her sweet breath over his swollen knob for a moment or two and then closing her rosy lips around his cock. She sucked him hard, sucking every inch of him down her sweet throat. He couldn't help moving his tool inside her. She managed only with the greatest of difficulty to. avoid choking when her fourteen-year-old boy began rocking his rod in and out of her.
Brett was busily lapping his mother's dripping twat while she sucked his brother's dick and took his other brother's rod up her ass. Wendy was being worked into a frezy of fuck-lust by her three sons. She had never felt so completely filled with cock in her life. There was none of the suffering and shame of her rape at the hands of the gang years before, only pure bliss. She was just beginning to realize that she loved being fucked by more than one male at the same time, at least when it was done with some gentility. And she loved nothing better than to be fucked and sucked by her three children.
"Goddam, Mom!" Billy rasped. "Your ass is tight and hot in there! Wow! This is great stuff, Mom!" the boy said as he punched his stiff meat and out of her sucking ass.
"Suck my dick, Mom! Oh fuck! Suck the cum out of that fucker! You do that so fuckin' good! Suck me!" Barry growled, gyrating his pelvis and moving his dick in a circle inside his mother's sucking throat.
Brett nibbled her cuntlips and flicked his tongue over her blazing clit. Her juices were flowing freely, dampening his lips with dew. Her cunt was wildly intoxicating, enouh to make his young head reel with pure delight.
The air was filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking, little cries of delight from Wendy's lips, wet slurping sounds from between her legs, grunts of pleasure from the three horny boys. All three fuckers were hotter than they had ever been, and they all sensed that this was only the beginning of their new and wild sexual relationship.
"I'm gonna shoot it, Mom!" Barry rasped, his nuts as tight as a fist between his striving legs. "Get ready for this, baby! I'm gonna fill your little mouth with sperm! Take it! Take that stuff! Drink it all down, Mom! You're gonna love it!" he growled.
Wendy thrilled to the sound of her fourteen-year-old boy's voice as his passion grew to the bursting point. She knew that he was having the time of his life. She knew, too, that he would have an even better time each time she gave him a piece. She prepared for the hot spurt of cum that was soon to signal her son's nut-busting orgasm.
The horny mother almost strangled when her boy shot her sucking throat full of thick white sperm. She felt a hot shot of it blasting against the back of her throat. The first blast was followed by another and another and another in rapid succession. He seemed to have an endless supply of the stuff in his heavy young balls. She drank it up thirstily, coughing and sputtering all the while. When she had consumed all the sperm he had for her she pulled her lips off his tool and smiled up at him.
"Delicious, Barry!" she said, licking her lips. "I just love the way you fuck my face!"
"Oh, Mom! You can suck me anytime! Damn! That was the greatest! I'm never gonna jack off again!" the boy said, still feeling the surging sensations of his post-orgasmic rush.
"I'm gonna shoot it too, Mom!" Billy said, pounding her asshole in a hot sexual frenzy. "Is it all right, Mom? Can I come in your ass?"
"Yes, darling! Do anything you wish! Shoot my ass full of it, lover!" the hot-assed woman cried, her tits shakig with the force of his forward thrusts.
Wendy's twat was near the flash point, on fire with the stimulation of her son's wildly lapping tongue. He sucked her clit, fastening his lips around the little bud and working at it just the way she had taught him. She felt her body shaking suddenly as her orgasm tore through her.
"I'm coming! Fuck me! Suck my cunt! Oh God! God!" she cried.
The horny mother seethed with delight, her twat flashing with sexual electricity as she came. Her ass was filled with hard dick. She felt Billy's rod suddenly snapping up even harder than before deep inside her asshole. She felt him shooting hard and ' fast inside her, filling her anal channel with thick sperm. The boy grunted and groaned as he ejaculated into her. His groans of pleasure seemed to increase the sensations of Wendy's flashing orgasm, mingling with her own shrill cries of delight.
The three fuckers fell together in a hot embrace. Brett's hard cock throbbed in his mother's hand. She squeezed his tool and began jerking it up and down as her other two boys licked and kissed her naked body. They sucked her tits and licked her cunt and stroked her all over while she jerked Brett's rod .with her warm hand.
It wasn't long before Brett was shooting at her, squirting hot sperm all over her arm. She kept beating him off until every last drop of his cream had spurted out of his nuts. She rubbed the thick balm all over her arm, smiling at him wickedly as she smoothed her hand around in it. She bent down and popped Brett's slowly softening dick in her mouth, sucking at it contentedly and tasting his sperm on her lips.
The three insatiable young studs fucked their lascivious mother again and again that night.
Chapter Eleven
"You sure you wanna do this, Mom?" Billy asked, leaning his head out the car window and almost getting slapped in the face by low hanging branches.
"What's the matter, Billy? Are you afraid of the birds and the bees?" Brett asked, his cock quivering between his legs.
"Afraid one of those bees are gonna sting your peter?" Barry asked in a teasing tone. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you, kid! That dick's so small, no bee could find it!" he laughed, cuffing his kid brother on the shoulder.
The boys were getting horny already, and they weren't even out in the woods yet. They had been fucking their mother for three weeks, learning all sorts of wild things that they could do with each other. There seemed to be no end to the ball-busting things she could dream up for them. This time she had deciced to move the festivities out of doors.
The idea of fucking in the woods had turned the kids on powerfully. All three boys liked hiking and outdoor activities, but this sort of outdoor activity would .outdo all the others. The mere thought of taking off all their clothes and running around stark naked in the woods was enough to make their balls stir. The thought of actually sticking their dicks in their mother's cunt under such circumstances almost made them shoot off in their pants.
There was something stimulating about being naked in the open air, something taboo, something exhilarating above and beyond the mere fact that they were nude. And Wendy knew that the boys loved doing things that were slightly taboo. She could hardly wait to find the spot she was looking for. It was a very special spot, a spot she hadn't visited in years.
The idea had come to her while she was thinking over the change that had come over her family life recently. She began to realize that her fear of men was disappearing ... disappearing in the warmth of the love and attention with which her sons had been bathing her. She suddenly realized that she no longer felt the shudder of fear when she thought about having sex with a man her own age. She had stayed away from Mark since she had started indulging in her sexual fantasies with her three sons, but she considered the possibility that she might turn to Mark in the near future. But was she ready?
The only way to be certain that she was ready for a man again was, of course, to give herself to a man, a gentle man such as Mark, and see how things turned out. But there was another way to test her state of mind. She had always felt terrified whenever she thought of the way she had been raped by Tony and his biker friends. Even the thought of the woods and the cabin in which she had been trapped and betrayed had filled her with terror. But lately she had been able once again to relive the experience, and relive it without bursting into tears. Perhaps if she tried to find the exact spot where her mortifying rape had occurred she could gauge how well healed her emotional wounds now were.
"This looks like it might be the spot, boys!" Wendy said, pulling off the dusty lane and parking the car.
Wendy of course hadn't told the boys why she had chosen this particular spot for their little outing. She had told them only that she would try to find a cabin in the woods where she had gone on picnics when she had been a teenager. Little did they know that she wanted to let the boys fuck her on the spot where a gang of cruel rapists had ravished her.
"You get the picnic basket, Billy!" Barry said, jumping out of the car with Brett and leaving his brother to carry everything.
Wendy trudged the brush for several minutes before she found what appeared to be a half overgrown trail into the woods. She called her boys and led the three lads deeper and deeper into the undergrowth. It was obvious that the trail hadn't been used in years. The fact that the trail had been almost entirely reclaimed by nature made Wendy feel more than ever that the experience could now be forgotten.
The woman had a strange feeling as she walked down the trail toward the cabin she had dreamed of so many times. She felt like turning back at first, but she somehow managed to control herself and continue her journey into the past. The boys followed her eagerly, obviously looking forward to shedding their "clothes and being naked in the full light of day.
"I'm gonna get my dick out right here!" Barry said, reaching down and tearing down his zipper.
Wendy smiled when her son reached into his pants and hauled out his long thick cock. She had taught all three boys to do whatever they felt like doing on the spur of the moment, providing of course that it could be done without shocking the residents of their fair city. She loved to watch her boys letting themselves go. They seemed to be much more free spirited and happy lately. They joined in her spirit of lusty abandon, willing to do anything and everything to satisfy their sexual desires.
"Can we do it right here, Mom?" Billy asked, pointing to a small clearing.
"A little farther, darling!" she said, giggling when Barry wrapped his fingers around his dick and started jerking off as he walked. "You really can't wait, can you, Barry?" she laughed.
"Must be the fresh air or somethin', Mom! I'm so horny I could fuck a dog." Barry said, shaking his swollen cock at his mother.
"Well, darling, we don't have a dog! Will I do in a pinch?" Wendy smiled, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked.
The hot-assed woman wasn't wearing a bra today. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. She felt the breeze playing over her naked legs under her short skirt. When she opened her blouse the warm summer sun fell on her beautiful bosoms, making her tits tingle and her skin glow with warmth. She breathed deeply, opening her blouse completely and baring herself for her benefit and that of her sons.
Wendy walked through the woods with her three dutiful young sons, her firm free-flowing breasts jiggling temptingly as she walked. She felt bold and liberated, free to do anything that came into her pretty head. She knew that her sons felt the same way. Her feelings were a far cry from the way they had been on her last trip to the woods.
"You sure there's not gonna be anybody out here?" Billy asked, looking around and seeing no sign of intruders.
"I don't believe anyone has been out here in years, Billy!" Wendy said, wanting to get'naked as soon as possible. "I'm sure we'll be all alone here, boys!"
"We're gonna fuck up a storm, huh, Mom!" Brett said excitedly, his cock stiff in his tight Levi's.
"Hey, you guys, there's a cabin up there!" Bill said, pointing down the trail.
Wendy shivered a bit when she saw the cabin where she had been so cruelly treated. The cabin was covered by vines now. The boys managed somehow to clear away the bushes and push the door open. They explored the place for a while while their mother stood outside. Brett looked back at her and thought she seemed far away, as if she were daydreaming about something.
"Hey, Mom, there's an old bed in here! Do you think anybody used to live here?" Billy asked.
"I'm sure that many people have slept in that bed, darling," she called.
"You wanna come in, Mom?" Billy asked.
"I believe I'll forego the pleasure!" Wendy said, having seen as much of the inside of that cabin as she cared to. "Why don't we find a nice place for our picnic?" she said, turning and heading for an open space of short grass a few yards away.
As far as Wendy was concerned she had met her fears and conquered them. She had actually stood outside the cabin and hadn't felt the terror that she had always associated with the scene.'Perhaps now her life would be less hindered by the ghosts of the past.
The boys poured out of the cabin and followed their seductive mother to the clearing. She took the picnic cloth out of the basket and spread it on the grass. The boys sat cross-legged around the cloth, ogling their mother's naked tits as she smoothed the fabric. Wendy glanced down at her boy's crotches and saw that they were all hard and horny already. Barry's long thick rod was still sticking up out of his pants.
"There's nothing like fucking to whet the appetite, boys," the hot-assed older woman said, letting her blouse slip off her shoulders. "Why don't you darlings eat my pussy as an appetizer?" she suggested, unfastening her skirt and letting it fall around her ankles.
"Sure beats fried chicken!" Brett laughed, standing up and stripping.
Wendy lay on her back on the checkered cloth and faced her three boys, spreading her long lovely legs as wide as she could and opening her seething cunt. While her three young studs were shucking their pants and kicking off their shoes, the hot-assed mother reached between her spread legs and diddled herself, making her hot feminine juices flow freely.
The three naked boys scrambled into position between their mother's legs. They fought for the opportunity to be the first to lick her hot twat. Barry managed to get his face between her legs first. He began licking and sucking her rosy gash with a passion, running his eager young tongue up and down her juicy crack until her twat trembled with maddening excitement.
"Suck my clitoris, darling!" Wendy said in a voice trembling with passion.
"Suck her good, Barry! Make her hot!" Billy said, sitting cross-legged beside his mother and stroking his rigid dick.
"Eat the pussy, Barry!" Brett rasped, standing over her beautiful body and jerking off leisurely while he watched his older brother suck his mother's blazing cunt.
"I want a cock to suck, boys!" Wendy sang, her lips glistening, longing for the taste and feel of a stiff dick.
"You've got it, Mom!" Brett said, crouching over his mother's beautiful face and pushing his cock down until the head of it pointed at her pretty lips.
"Ummmmmmmm! It looks delicious as always, Brett darling!" she said, licking the lips of his cock until a droplet of pre-cum oozed onto her tongue. "Give it all to me, lover! Stick it down my throat and fuck my face for a while!" the luscious seductress said in a voice thick with desire.
"I'll fuck your face, all right, Mom! I'll squirt my sperm right down your throat if you want me to!" she heard her horny son say.
Wendy wrapped her sweet lips around the throbbing length of cock between her thirteen-year-old boy's legs and sucked him into her pretty face. She bobbed back and forth on his distended dick while he flexed his ass muscles and drove his rod in and out of her. The pressure of his dick against the back of her throat made her nearly choke with each forward thrust, but she endured the discomfort for the sake of her son's pleasure. The hot-assed mother felt her son's tongue between her legs, making her twitch and tingle with delight. The horny kid stiffened his tongue and poked it in and out of her, flicking it against her clit and making her body jerk with sexual sensation. She raised her ass off the checkered cloth, thrusting her pelvis out and making her cunt rub harder against her son's face. She ground her juicy twat against his handsome face, covering his cheeks with the honey of her feminine passion.
Wendy reached out and wrapped her loving fingers around Billy's stiff young dick. The boy had kneeled at her side and presented his cock to be worked on in her expert fashion. She squeezed his naked tool tightly, stroking it up and down in rhythm with Brett's stroking in and out of her mouth and her own pelvic thrusts against Barry's face.
"You do that real good, Mom! You're the hottest woman in the world!" the twelve-year-old boy said when he felt her fingers stroking his taut flesh.
"She's the only woman we need!" Brett rasped, mouth-fucking his hot-assed mother harder and harder.
"Right on!" Barry said, his lips covered with his mother's musky dew.
Wendy was thrilled that her boys considered her to be the only woman they needed, but their attitude was beginning to bother her just a bit. She had had no intention of monopolizing their sexual attentions. She had drawn them into her web of seduction on a whim to satisfy a personal need. She knew, however, that her boys had to explore the joys of fucking with girls their own ages. She had taught them all they needed to know about screwing. All they needed to do now was expand their vistas a bit. She would have to encourage them to seek fulfillment in girls their own ages. And she knew that she would soon be ready to seek fulfillment in a man her own age. In the meantime, there was plenty of opportunity to revel with her willing young sons. But before long she knew that she would have to push them out of the nest.
Wendy sucked her son's dick until she was sure that he was about to squirt his semen down her throat. Just as the moment when his balls were about to explode, she reached out and held his nuts, squeezing them tightly. He seemed to know that she wanted him to stop face-fucking her. The boy somewhat reluctantly pulled his tool out of her mouth and let it snap up against his taut stomach, splattering his skin with pre-cum.
"Brett darling, would you like to fuck me in the ass with that stiff cock of yours?" she asked.
"Shit yeah, Mom! Anything you want!" the boy said, his eyes glittering with unabashed lust.
"I'd like to have two cocks in me, boys! I'd like to have a cock up my little ass and one in my cunt at the same time! Does that sound like fun to you?" she asked, licking her lusty lips.
"Yeah, Mom! That sounds great! But how are we gonna do that?" Brett asked.
"Brett, you sit right here," she said, smoothing out the picnic cloth. "Spread your legs, darling! That's right, lover! My God! Your dick is so hard! It seems to get bigger every week!" she breathed, marveling at his long young tool of pleasure.
"Sure, Mom! Muscles always get bigger when you use 'em a lot!" the kid grinned.
"Barry darling, I'm going to sit right down on Brett's cock! Then I want you to try getting yours into my cunt!" she said. "I know that this is going to be difficult, but where there's a will there's a way. And I just know there's a will!" she said, reaching out and letting her fingers trail down over Barry's slippery dick.
Brett spit on the head of his already slippery cock and held it up straight with two fingers. His mother crouched over his tool and ever so slowly lowered herself down on it. She relaxed the little ring of her asshole and sat on his hard dick. The boy raised his ass off the cloth and poked against her asshole, grinding his dick against her tight flesh until it finally slipped into her.
"Lovely!" Wendy breathed when his dick slid up her ass. "It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it used to, darling! We've been getting a lot of practice lately!" she smiled.
The hot assed woman sat on her son's lap until his cock was all the way up her tight warm ass. She tightened her asshole around his cock-shaft to increase his sensations of sucking and squeezing. Every time she tightened her little anal ring the boy sighed with ultimate pleasure.
Wendy leaned backward, supporting herself against her son's strong young chest. Her cunt was now enticingly exposed to her fourteen-year-old, in a fairly accessible position, and more than ready to be filled with pulsating dick.
"Now, Barry! Do you think you can find the proper hole?" she asked in a honeyed tone.
"I sure hope so, Mom! I really need to get this thing in there! I think I'm gonna go off pretty soon even if I don't get it in there!" Barry said, his dick dripping, his nuts aching with sperm.
"My pussy is ready for you, Barry! Come to me! Fuck your mother in the cunt while your brother fucks her in the ass!" she breathed, her belly fluttering with anticipation.
Barry got on his knees between his mother's spread legs and tried to bury his long rod in her slot, but to no avail. Then he managed to get his long legs under his brother's legs. He wrapped his legs around Brett's back and somehow found his mother's juicy hole, bucking his ass and driving his tool into her cunt before it had a chance to jerk out in his excitement.
"Yes, Barry! Yesssssss!" she hissed. "You've done it! Do you feel your brother's cock, darling! Do you feel his cock in my ass!" she asked.
"Shit yeah! This is crazy wild! It's great!" Barry rasped.
"Damn! Let's fuck her, man! Let's fuck the piss out of her!" Brett growled, bucking his lean young ass and punching his hard tool in and out of her tight anal channel.
"Yesssssss! Fuck me, boys! Fuck me like real men! Fuck my ass and fuck my cunt! Make me scream!" she cried, abandoning herself to her depraved incestuous passion.
"How about me, Mom?" Billy asked, his nuts tense between his young legs.
"Give me that delicious little peter!" Wendy cried, reaching out and grabbing her twelve-year-old stud by the balls, leading him to her face.
Wendy fastened her lips around Billy's cock and sucked him hard and fast. Brett bounced up and down, making her ass stretch more with each hard thrust. Barry pistoned her cunt wildly, his nuts slapping against his younger brother's balls with each inward thrust. Wendy was beside herself with passion for her three willing and tireless fuckers.
Wendy was filled with cock from head to toe. She felt three throbbing posts of masculine flesh working away at her, making her hot beyond belief. The friction of their throbbing rods made her cunt melt, made her ass feel like a blast furnace. Her cheeks bulged with the head of her son's dick. They all bounced wildly together on the picnic cloth, indulging in a sex feast that none of the three would soon forget. It wasn't long before the boys erupted into their mother, filling her with hot sperm all at the same time. She flashed off in a wildly exciting orgasm and fell into the thick grass with her fuckers, rolling about playfully and relaxing in the flood of post-orgasmic peace.
Chapter Twelve
After eating the picnic feast that Wendy had prepared, the four horny fuckers frolicked through the woods, enjoying their nakedness and drinking up the beauties of nature, and each other. Wendy was suddenly seized by the urge to climb a tree. The boys had never seen her climb a tree. They watched her beautiful naked asscheeks rising and falling and her perfect knockers swaying as she struggled up the tree.
Wendy managed to perch on a thick low hanging limb. She let her naked legs swing free, breathing deeply and enjoying the fresh cool taste of the country air. The breeze played over her naked legs and made her conscious once again of the warmth of her cunt. She felt the bark on the limb rubbing against her naked ass and the flesh of her pussy as she swung her legs. She had to have a boy's tongue working away between her lovely legs again.
The hot-assed mother beckoned for one of the three eager boys to come to her. Barry, being the tallest of the three, managed to climb part way up to his mother's limb and stand on a broken branch a few feet below it. He held onto a branch with one hand and leaned forward, stretching until he could bury his handsome face between his mother's legs.
"Wonderful, Barry! Stretching for all those baskets seems to have paid off! My basketball star is a star at cuntlapping, too!" the beautiful mother sang, spreading her long legs and letting her boy have her twat to lick and suck.
"Can I get up there, too, Mom?" Billy asked, wondering if he could get into a position that would allow his mother to suck his dick.
"I don't know, Billy, darling, it can't hurt to try! This limb seems pretty strong to me, and there seems to be plenty of room up here!" she said, thrilled by the eagerness with which her boys attempted new and daring sexual positions.
Billy scrambled up the tree, using his brother's broad shoulder as a stepping place and crawling nimbly onto the limb with his mother. The kid leaned back against the tree trunk and put his hands on his hips, balancing himself perfectly and presenting his cock for his mother to suck.
Wendy was greedily at her twelve-year-old son's stiff meat, sucking at it with a wild passion. She was consumed with naked lust for her boys. Her tongue ran all over the kid's hot cock, laving the head and tickling the root of it almost at the same time.
Wendy had learned exactly what to do to heighten the sensations of each of her sons. Billy loved to feel the tip of her tongue flicking lightly over the head of his dick while she blew him. Barry loved to feel her cunt squeezing his hot tool. She made a special effort to tighten her twat around Barry's cunt when he fucked her. Brett loved fucking her up the ass. All three boys loved having their nuts squeezed and tugged at while their dicks were banging in and out of her face, ass, and cunt.
Balancing herself carefully on the limb, Wendy reached out with one hand and took Billy's balls in her warm hand, moving the egg-shaped organs around in their tight scrotal sac, making his nuts seethe with naked excitement. His young balls almost seemed to move by themselves as he moved his cock in and out of her pretty mouth.
"Suck it, Mom! Suck my fuckin' dick!" Billy rasped, his balls tense between his legs, ready to shoot into her face at any minute.
"Goddam, Mom! Your cunt tastes better every time I eat it!" Barry said thickly, his tongue lapping away at his mother's juicy gash.
Wendy felt the most delicious sensations in her cunt, little tickles and twitches that drove her wild with pleasure. Her belly fluttered with pure delight as her son's tongue stimulated her clit and the raggedy lips of her open pussy. The boy used his free hand to tickle her cunt, too, stiffening his finger and jabbing it in and out of her twat like a little dick. He pressed the bud of blazing flesh between her legs, making her body shiver each time he touched her clitoris.
The horny beauty moaned with pleasure as Barry worked her into a frenzy of fuck-lust. She wished that She could let Brett work on her, too, but there was no more room on the limb. He would just have to wait his turn.
"Hey, Mom! How 'bout me?" the boy called from the ground. "I'm horny, too!"
"Go take a walk!" Barry said.
"Okay, you guys! I'll take a walk! But when I get back, I'm gonna get some, too!" Brett said, his cock standing up against his naked belly.
Billy began fucking his mother's face hard and fast, driving his rigid tool all the way down her sucking throat. His ass banged against the trunk of the tree with each backward thrust. Wendy began moving her legs in the heat of her passion, gyrating her pelvis, thrusting her cunt against her son's eager face.
Wendy felt the rush of her feminine orgasm tearing through her like a tornado of sensation. She felt dams bursting inside her, felt rivers flowing between her legs. She sucked her son with all her might, rubbing his cock with her tongue until he shot off in her mouth.
"Oh shit! I'm comin'! I'm shooting that stuff! . Drink- it, Mom! Drink it all!" Billy growled as his rocks shot off.
Billy almost fell off the limb when his balls blew up and flooded him with the most pleasurable sensations imaginable. His balls flooded Wendy's mouth, too, shooting what seemed like gallons of sperm down her throat. She drank it up thirstily, swallowing all the cum he pumped into her.
Wendy's twat kept flashing and flashing as Barry ate her out. There seemed to be no end to the pleasure that Barry could bring her with his expert cuntlapping. He certainly had learned a thing or two in the relatively short time he had been eating pussy. Wendy was proud of her son, and her motherly pride mingled with the emotions and sensations of her flashing orgasm. She wondered how many women had felt the strange and intoxicating mixture of emotions that she was feeling now.
"Hey, you guys! I found a pond!" Wendy heard her son call from the bushes.
"Hey, man! All right! We can go swimmin'!" Barry said, jumping to the ground and heading for the bushes, followed fast by Billy, who scrambled out of the tree in a flash.
"Boys! Haven't you forgotten something?" Wendy asked, wondering how she was going to get down from her limb by herself.
"Sorry, Mom!" the boys said, running back to help her down.
Wendy didn't remember that there had been a pond in the woods, but a swim certainly seemed to be a refreshing idea at the moment. She followed her boys through the bushes until they saw the pond Brett had discovered. There was a sandy area on one end that would make a fine spot for sunning. The water was clear and inviting. The sun shimmered on the crystal-clear water. It was no wonder that the boys were so eager to jump in.
"How about it, Mom?" Billy asked. "The water looks good!"
"Yeah, Mom! Maybe we can do it in the water!" Brett said.
"You'll have to catch me first, boys!" Wendy laughed, running into the water as fast as her feet could carry her.
The boys hollered and followed their mother, diving in and swimming after her at top speed. Wendy loved the feeling of water rushing over her naked tits and the warm nest of her cunt. The water gurgled between her legs, tickling her cuntlips as she swam. The boys felt the water stimulating their cock and balls, making them stiffen, making their nuts tingle with pleasure. They could see their mother's naked ass and the tuft of hair between her legs as she swam just ahead of them.
Wendy soon felt hands all over her as the boys caught up to her. They began running their hands over her legs, frolicking with her in the clear water. Billy ducked between her legs and began stroking her honey-cunt, making her seethe with lust. The boy blew a stream of bubbles over her cunt-lips. She felt the little bubbles clinging to her flesh and bursting, making her clit tingle with sensation.
Barry took a deep breath and dived beneath her, kissing and licking her naked ass. He spread her buttocks apart and tickled her asshole with his tongue. Brett dived, too, and began nibbling her tits, biting her hard nipples gently. Wendy had never experienced so many pleasurable sensations at once. She had to treat her boys to some of the same.
When they had licked and sucked her for a while she dived and took Brett's throbbing meat-stick in her sweet mouth, sucking him hard and loving every minute of it. The hot-assed woman surfaced again and again, taking deep breaths and resuming her cocksucking.
Barry rubbed his dick against her ass until it was as hard as a baseball bat, and nearly as long. He sawed his dick in and out of the wet crack between her asscheeks until he exploded in a wild ejaculation that shot all over her back, covering her with sperm.
Wendy took turns sucking Brett and Billy. She worked expertly on their jerking dicks until they came, shooting out ropes of semen that covered her lips and cheeks. The boys smoothed their cum over her skin, reaching between her legs and rubbing her cunt when they had finished massaging her with their semen.
When the family had finished fucking and sucking in the water, they all swam together back to shore and rested in the sand, sunning themselves and discussing their future plans. They had been screwing all day. The sun was getting lower in the sky.
"It's been a great day, boys!" Wendy said.
"It sure has, Mom! We've gotta come out here again! Maybe we can fix up that cabin and use it to fuck in!" Billy said.
"I don't know about that, Billy," she said thoughtfully. "But perhaps you boys could bring your girlfriends out here sometime."
"Girlfriends?" Billy asked. "Uh, I thought you were gonna keep lettin' us fuck you! Who needs girls!"
"You do, boys!" she said, noting the surprised expressions on their young faces.
"But we've already got the most beautiful woman in the world!" Brett said.
"That's sweet of you, darling!" Wendy said. "But I really think you need the companionship of girls at school! You could teach them all sorts of things that they'll love doing with you!"
"Maybe you're right, Mom!" Barry said. "Hell, with all the practice we've been gettin' with you, we oughta be able to fuck just about any girl in town!" Barry said with considerable masculine pride.
"I guess so, Barry!" Brett agreed. "But what about you, Mom? What are you gonna do for dick if we start runnin' around with other girls?" the boy asked, stroking his mother's naked leg, brushing the sand off her skin.
"Oh, I think I'll manage. I've had my eye on a gentleman," she said in a faraway tone.
"Mark Thomas?" Barry asked.
"That's right, darling. He's an awfully nice man. I think he might be interested in marrying me, in fact," she smiled. "How would you boys feel about that?" she asked.
"Gosh! I don't know!" Billy said. "He's a great guy, but..."
"You're jealous, Billy!" Barry laughed.
"Do you think we could still get it on together once in a while?" Brett asked.
"I don't know, darling," Wendy said. "Mark is a very open-minded man. I might break the news of our little affair someday. We'll just have to see," she said, wondering how Mark would take the news of her incestuous activities with her sons.
The four naked Eatons sat together in the sand for a while, silently thinking over the future of their relationship. The boys thought about what their mother had said about girls their own age. The possibilities excited them.
"It's getting dark, boys!" Wendy said at length, getting up and heading back to the cabin. "We'd better be going!"
"Hey, Mom, I think I'll take Barb Taylor out tomorrow! I'll bet I could get into her pants pretty easy!" Barry said. "Is that okay with you?"
"Don't be silly!" Wendy laughed goodnaturedly. "Of course, it's all right! I think that would be a fine idea! You need some variety in your sex life!"
"Maybe I could take Linda Kane out!" Brett said, thinking of Linda's nice little titties and her firm shapely ass.
"And I bet I could fuck Beverly White!" Billy said, his twelve-year-old cock stiffening at the thought of it.
"You're gonna be the horniest twelve-year-old kid in town!" Barry said.
"Yeah!" Billy said with a wide grin.
Wendy wrapped her arm around Billy's shoulder, kissing him on the cheek.
