According to most psychology books a young man reaches his sexual peak at approximately nineteen years of age while a woman reaches the height of her sexual drive in her late thirties or early forties.
The difference in age levels for sexual performance can become a problem to some married couples. First of all, the husband may crave sexual release much oftener in his early years and gradually taper off in his sexual drive. In the meantime, his wife is gradually building her sexual drive to its peak.
This does seem to be a strange way for people to have been created, unless a young boy happens to become involved with an older woman. Then the sexual drives match and this could be an exquisite combination. Add the fact the woman is sexually starved due to the absence of her husband who is in the navy. Add, also, to these factors the boy is young, hot, horny and a virgin who does not know the joys of mature sex. The youth is eager to experience the bliss of sex, the woman eager to release her frustrations.
Put the two together and it all makes a highly explosive adventure into the world of sexual awareness.
There are a few problems with the situation. The mother, who is only too anxious to teach the neighbor boy about the facts, happens to be the overbearing, smothering type when it comes to her own son. She refuses to let her own son grow up and explore the sexual world around him while at the same time bars no holds when she teaches the neighbour boy all he ever wanted to know about sex.
Another navy wife inters the picture and is anxious to help the virgin son of the dominant mother learn all about sex. This infuriates the first navy wife even though she is happily teaching a young man all the points of interest he apparently missed in high school sex education class.
The two women try to come to some agreement about the innocent, shy, young man. The possessive mother is opposed to letting the frustrated navy wife teach her son anything. She knows her seventeen-year-old son is pure, sweet, and not a bit interested in sex. However she does continue to teach the other lad all about sex.
She does have to overcome the guilt feelings concerning the young man. She has to reason out her feelings about him and her actions toward him. She was sexually starved before she started an affair with the young boy and now has feelings of guilt and anxiety to overcome along with her original problem, plus she must control her son and keep him pure as the driven snow ... like she wants him to be, and knows he wants to stay.
Loneliness is her basic problem and through out her experience of trying to overcome loneliness, she adds to the basic problem; guilt which brings about depression.
How this woman handles her problems is of interest to all who might share her frustrations. Her solution might not meet everyone, but is one way.
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CHAPTER ONE
Sharon wondered why her own son's crotch looked so delicious to her. She sat on the patio of her mobile home and watched the seventeen-year-old youth bend and stretch as he trimmed the small patch of greenery at the side and back of the large, gold and white mobile home.
His crotch tented out and his bare skin from the waist up did not seem familiar like it should after all these years. She looked at the deeply tanned back, rippling with young, vital muscles, and shivered. His blond hair and blue eyes looked even lighter as the sweat poured off his browned body. His eyes appeared so blue they seemed transparent. So clear the horny mother could almost fall into the blueness and be engulfed as if by a cool pool of refreshing water. His tall, lean body worked steadily and quickly. He had always been a boy who was good with his hands.
Her crotch tingled and she wondered just how good he would be with his hands.
How gross! A mother looking at her own son with wanton desires. Terrible! Absolutely sick!
She looked away for a minute at the one lone tree in the back of their yard, at the lovely greenery of vines, ferns, tall bottle-brush bushes, oleander bushes ... all of which made her yard a semi-private jungle of her own. Hot, green, sub-tropical weather of the southwest.
Her mind roamed to the ocean and her husband and the navy. All a blob of thoughts mixed up and confused. Her husband was gone again! Out to sea one more time! Damn it! The beautiful, blue sea, as blue as her son's eyes, took her husband, her wonderful lover, one more time! He would go to the Islands, and cruise the Pacific for his time out, while she sat alone, miserable, horny, alone, frustrated and desperate!
Fuck her husband and his lousy profession, fuck the ocean, fuck the whole Goddamned world! She would never make it this time while he was out to sea! Already she was watching her own son like a hawk. An evil, wicked, cock-hungry hawk, ready to swoop down and take her own son's prick into her watering mouth and devour the stiff flesh. Hhhhmmmmmmmmm, what a delicious thought! Wonderful!
Sharon absently ran her fingers through her own blonde hair as her eyes focused again on her young son and his work. She wondered if he had ever fucked. Probably, he had by now. Might not have, he seemed too quiet, too shy to pursue a girl. He hadn't had that many girl friends in his young life, one or two to walk home from high school. Now, in his senior year, he would surely find a girl to go to the prom with, one to hold hands with and carry, her books. Not just the neighborhood variety, one special girl. So far she was almost positive her son was a virgin.
Such a waste of manhood, young strong, virile, lean, plenty able to really thrust a hard cock into somebody's waiting, eager cunt, like her own.
Oh, really, now! Her own thoughts were nauseating her! Fuck her own son? How horny could she get? Plenty, but not so horny as to to fucking her own son! God, she must be going out of her mind!
This was a strong possibility. The loneliness she knew would come, closing in on her like a deep, dense fog, separating her from her husband, her chance to be a woman, her sex life, the desperate waiting for time to pass until he came home. Her disposition going down the tube like a blast of shit. She did not like living alone! She hated it! It was a living hell! Frustrating! Sharon sat in her gaily web-weaved rocker on the patio with her short, curly blonde hair getting damp from the hot sun. Thank God her awning protected her ever so fair skin from the direct rays of the scorching sun or she would be one cooked tomato. Her son was in the shade of the thick greenery, but he was already deeply tanned. His neck length blond hair was plastered to his skin as he worked the small patch of lawn.
She watched him with more than motherly interest as he squatted to clip some of the grass close to the patio. His butt was firm and divided perfectly in his asscrack. She watched the trickle of sweat leak down his tanned back and slip inside his pants, which buckled outward, as he leaned to clip the grass. Her thoughts followed the trickle of dampness and her head reeled with the knowledge of his tight, button-like asshole becoming sweat-wet. Her searching eyes noted the heavy bulge between his buns, naturally, his young cock and dangling testicles all bunched together as he worked, squatted, on the grass.
Her blue eyes glared at the lump which was obvious from the back like a third bun, only on the front and lower, his ass cheeks, his cock and balls, so young so delightful, so ... so....
Oh, God, she had to get the hell out of that chair and run a mile or so or perhaps settle for a cold shower. Goddamnit! She was torturing herself watching her young son do the yard work. She to be crazy!
Benny flipped around and sat on his ass, his knees up with his elbows resting on them, clippers still in hand, crotch brazenly poking directly to her hungry body. God, what a luscious child she had!
"Do you miss dad when he's out to sea?" her young son asked while she shook her head back to reality.
She did have to work at answering her child. Her head was fuzzed with all sorts of evil, lusty thoughts about her own son.
"Yes, I miss him terribly. It's his choice to be in the navy, not mine. I agreed to follow him no matter what he chose to do with his life, and now here I am, unable to follow him. I've come as far as the land will permit, the ocean sort of stops me from going any farther. Yes, I miss your dad. I love him very much, too much, maybe."
"Why 'too much' love for dad?" Ben asked his mother.
"You're too young to understand," she shrugged it off.
"You treat me like I'm a baby. I'm not! You can talk to me, really you can, mom. I know what you mean. I see the other wives go out at night. I'm not stupid. I hear them giggle when they come home, sometimes alone and sometimes with guys, I know what's going on."
"I know you never do any of that stuff. I know you just sit here and go right on like dad's coming home for dinner and stuff. I know that. I love you for it. I respect you for being the only one I know of that's true to a husband. I really think dad's true to you, too. Both of you are still very much in love, I KNOW THAT!" he said earnestly.
Sharon wasn't too sure of her husband's faithfulness. Of course, after being on the ship for weeks, she could not bring herself to believe all he did was drink in port. She wouldn't let her mind wonder about what he might be doing. That would be painful to her. She just knew he never told her anything he did, except, of course, drink. The navy would be generous enough to furnish him with shots necessary to prevent his body from becoming riddled with disease, so her mind was free from any fears of ever contacting a disease, but whether or not her husband ever fucked while away from home, she did not know, she did not want to know!
Once in a while, her mind would get out of control and wonder how many times her husband had been unfaithful to her, whether he jabbed any asses in the shower room, just what he was doing while he was away from her!
But she did not know!
She did not want to know!
She was faithful to him and always had been! Every goddamned time he went to sea, she was faithful! Never fucked anybody else. Never went out with the girls cruising for a screw. Never brought anybody home to embarrass her young son. Her conscience was clear, so damned clear she could die! Oh, yes, she was painfully faithful to the point her frustrated body and mind wracked with tormented agony. In her dreams she was not always so true to her husband. It always came the point she had dreams, delicious dreams about fucking cocks, hot breath up her squishy twat, her clit quivering with passion, lusty, bold, fiery dreams that always woke her up in a puddle of her own thick juice. She would reach across the empty bed for a body, a nice, warm, loving, caressing body ... the body of her husband..,. and as she became fully awake, she knew he was not there ... again ... he was not there!
Dreams. Wet dreams. Those were her consolation for the fucking love she craved....
She would clutch her pitted belly and spasming snatch and feel the weeping in her crotch match the weeping tears of frustration from her eyes as she cried herself to sleep ... alone.
Time would go on and on as if the hands of the clock were moved by snails, her frustrations would grow and magnify, but, oh, yes, she was true. Never stepped out on her husband. Never went to the corner bar and got so damned drunk she could use that as an excuse for fucking some other cock! No way! She continued to drive herself nuts with loneliness and frustration and stay true, TRUE!
She knew this time it would have to be different!
This time she could not stand it!
She could not bear the wet dreams, the loneliness, the tormenting, gut straining frustrations of being so horny, so violently hungry for a cock, craving a fuck, her body demanding release from the pent-up lusts, and simply go to bed and contend herself with wet dreams.
It wasn't going to work this time and her insides cried. Her young son would lose respect for her. She wondered what he would think if he knew it was his crotch she craved right now! his young, sturdy cock! his pulsating dick! she wanted it! her twat sucked and spasmed for her own son's hard, rough cock!
"I'm gonna go with Jim to ride bikes. He'll be over pretty soon. You be alright? I'll be home before dark so you won't worry about me. Yard's all done. Okay?" he asked, looking at his horny mother.
She nodded, rocking in her webbed chair, sipping on her iced tea, trying not to watch her beloved son's every movement. She realized she was typical of some woman in her nineties, rocking, sipping iced tea, situated on her patio, out of the blistering sun, rocking, rocking, like an old, old lady. She was acting like some withered up old woman ready to die at any instant. That was not true! The fire in her crotch flared and she knew she was not ready to let death, frustration, loneliness, lack of sex, all of these, consume her in an envelope of hopelessness and seal her off from the rest of the world, from life!
She would never sit in that damned rocker.
She would not tolerate being unloved!
She would not fuck her son!
Outside of that, she thought she would do anything else that popped into her head! She could not continue the way she was. She would not let her darling son know what she was going to do or she would never be able to look into his luscious pools of blue eyes again, she would not lose his respect!
Her head reeled with thoughts of what she would do, could do, wouldn't do, and how to keep from getting caught at what she might do.
She got up and out of her webbed rocker, set her glass of iced tea on the table, put her hands on her well rounded, firm hips, poked out her breasts, squared her shoulders, and for a minute thought she would conquer the world.
"What're you gonna do, mom?" Benny asked, watching his mother get up and act like she was going to do something.
"Probably get the bar-b-que out and fix something for when it cools off and you get home. We can eat out here on the patio. Would you like that, darling?"
Her self confidence was going, sinking into the frightening depths of depression, self-pity, loneliness, desperation She couldn't do anything ... nothing. Just be her usual self, but oh, how she wanted to be daring, bold, sexy, adulteressly wild, satisfied by a fuck, released from her tensions, her anxieties, her own restrictions ... god, how she craved to be the woman she wanted to be! And could never be....
"I'll be here when you and your little friend get back from riding bikes. Maybe he would like to stay for a hot dog and some potato salad. I don't believe I know Jim, do I?" she asked, trying desperately to act nonchalant.
Every frustrating, passionate emotion screamed in her body! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
She remained cool oh the outside, simmering, smoldering on the inside, lusting for a cock, and preferably her son's, but that would never be!
Benny thought the bar-b-que idea was great, no she didn't know his friend, Jim. Jim and his parents had just moved into the front of the mobile home park. His folks were situated much like Sharon and her family. Jim's dad was on the same ship as Sharon's husband, George.
Then Jim's mother must be just as lonely as she was.
"Why don't you ask his mother to join us for the bar-b-que and we'll all get acquainted," Sharon asked of her son.
It was all settled. Benny rode off on his bike to get Jim and Sharon went inside to make salads, prepare pickles and olives and such, get the hot dogs and buns and all the makings for a perfect evening with new friends.
Maybe this Jim's mother would be a good friend, someone to talk to, someone to share the next few months together with and not a wife who spent all her time sopping up booze and putting the make on some guy while her husband was out to sea.
As it turned out, Sharon was working in her kitchen when Jim's mother arrived early, eager to help get the things out to the patio so the two mothers and the two sons could have a nice dinner together.
Janet was a sparkling redhead, full of ginger and ready for just about anything that came along. She was happy to help the depressed Sharon and rushed the bar-b-que things out to the patio in about half the time it would have taken Sharon. She gave Sharon a can of opened beer, took her by the hand and led her outside into the dimming light.
"Beautiful, simply gorgeous. Your place. Love the back yard. We don't have the privacy you do. Must take you a lot of work to keep the bushes and greenery all so fresh and lovey," Jane remarked, sitting in the rocker.
Janet didn't seem old at all to Sharon as she watched the woman her own age rock and drink beer in the rocker. Her clothes were one thing that made her different than being ninety and ready to die as she rocked, loving the rocker, drinking her beer, asking Sharon if she was ready for another, babbling about the beauty of the tree, the vines, the fire, everything!
Sharon was sort of in shock. Maybe this bouncy redhead was what she needed to perk up her time. Janet was acting just like Sharon wished she could.
"Wonder when the boys'll be back, I think I'll start the franks, I'm starved!" Janet said leaning over the table to get the hot dogs, her halter top revealing everything she had stuffed in except her nipples themselves.
"You don't mind if I go ahead and do the cooking, do you? You've done such a marvy job of salad making and all the rest. Aren't you hungry? I don't like to drink much if I haven't eaten, you know. I get a little tipsy and I don't like Jim to see his mother that way. I like to maintain, at least while the kid's around, know what I mean?" she winked.
Sharon wasn't sure, but she nodded.
"Have another beer, honey, it'll relax you. You seem kinda uptight," Janet said, handing Sharon another can of beer.
"Oh, I really shouldn't. My son has never seen me drink a thing except iced tea or something like that," Sharon said, sliding her fingers nervously through her short, blonde hair.
"You're kidding! You've got to be kidding!" Janet said sampling a pickle. "My kid's seen his mother so drunk he had to put me to bed. God, Sharon, you'll go bananas if you don't have some fun while your ole man's out to sea. Jesus, what do you do!? Sit around like Mother Superior and moat? You're gonna die a very boring death if you keep going with the pious bit. Live a little, baby. I'll bet you don't even screw. No. You'd be the true-blue type. Oh, baby, how have you made it this far? How long's your old man been in?" Her mouth nibbled up and down the sides of the fat dill pickle.
"Seventeen years," Sharon said softly. "Ever eat a pickle like it was a cock? Do it sometime in front of some guy. Drives 'em wild. They either have to grab their cock and run, or they kick back and pretend it's their cock you're eating. Ever do that? I'll bet not. Tell you what, when the boys get back, we'll eat pickles like that in front of them and watch their reactions. Wanna try it?
"You got a cute kid. I'd like to turn him on! He, we could turn on each other's sons. Maybe mess around a bit. My son's sorta quiet. He's never fucked. I asked him. He said he hadn't, But let's tease 'em a bit.
"We can tell if out babies got any cocksuckin' ideas from just the way we eat a pickle. Wanna try it?" Janet asked, giggling at her wickedness.
"Oh, I don't think so," Sharon said hesitantly. "My boy would never...."
"Wanna bet?" Janet challenged. "Put your pickle where your mouth is!" Her own statement cracked her up and she gulped more beer and gave Sharon another.
Sharon felt a little light headed, but she knew her son would never react to the pickle-eating deal. Her baby would not get excited about some sexy, yes, she was sexy, redhead eating a pickle. Ridiculous.
"Same thing with a hot dog. Either'll work. Really make 'em get a hard-on. Let's do it!" Janet urged tonguing the end of her pickle.
Her actions made Sharon hot. Sharon still didn't think her son would react. The only reason Sharon did was she was used to sucking her husband's cock. Her son had never fucked either, she was almost sure and she would almost swear he had never had his cock sucked.
"What do you mean we could mess around with the boys?" Sharon asked the fiery redhead.
"Oh, I don't mean fuck 'em. Just tease 'em a little. Get the kids horny and hot. They're young men, you know. They'll react to our actions. I've never tried it on my own kid, he's too shy. He'd fall in a heap and die of humiliation. How's your boy?" Janet asked, licking up and down the pickle, nibbling at the end of it. "God, pickle, I wish you had balls, I'd fuck you right now," she whispered to the fat dill.
Sharon was shocked at Janet, but the beer took away some of the jolt. In a way Sharon thought it might be funny to play a trick on Janet's son, not her son! Not her Benny! No way! She wasn't that drunk!
"Let's tease your son," Sharon said, feeling the wickedness mount in her body.
"Let's tease both boys!" Janet said devilishly. "We're not gonna do anything to 'em except torment them a little ... a wee bit ... that's all," Janet said, gulping the last of her beer, tilting her head way back so her nipples poked against her skimpy halter top. She rested her hand on her round, full hip and her shorts slipped up tightly around her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. Sharon thought she saw flicks of reddish hair by the firelight. So redheaded Janet had a fiery red crotch, too.
"We can't tease my son. He'd think I was crazy, you know. I've never done anything like this before." Sharon was hesitant. She didn't want her child involved in anything obscene, not her innocent Benny.
The nasty thoughts of tormenting HER son did make Sharon simmer. Sharon's blonde -haired crotch simmered as she though about a young cock. She had wickedly thought about her own son's cock earlier that day. She had decided she was not so depraved as to molest her own baby, but Janet's son was something else. That might be interesting.
Janet's son was about the same age as her own, young, husky, well-built. Just the opposite of her own lean, slender son. Janet's son was opposite in coloring, too, dark, thick hair, almost black, smoldering eyes, like coals in his olive complected skin with thick, heavy eyebrows. Lots of dark hair all over his body and dark, thick hair turned on Sharon.
Teasing HER son, tormenting HER son, even touching HER son might be lots of fun. If he wasn't too bashful, even fucking HER son might be a thrill.
Not Benny! No wild, wicked, experienced redhead was going to touch her baby. No navy wife was going to fuck her child! No horny broad with years of heavy experience would ever, ever see her darling's cock! That would be terrible! Wicked, vile, nasty, evil! No! No! No! Sharon was not so drunk as to go along with that plan!
If Sharon could get HER son alone, young Jim, that might prove to be fun, wickedly thrilling. Somehow Sharon had to get her own son out of the picture, away from the obscene plan. She would also have to get rid of Janet. Janet would not go along with Sharon fucking her son either. Actually, the whole thing was ridiculous. A really dumb plan by two horny, drunk women with husbands out to sea and too much time on their hands.
Still, Sharon liked the idea of a young cock, Jim's. With Jim as the stud, Sharon would not be such a villain. At least she would not be fucking her own son, no incest involved. Much better situation all the way around.
Sharon's head reeled in drunkenness. If she had been thinking right she would have put the whole idea out of her head even if she had to fight to do it. The more she drank, and now it was one can after the other, the more appetizing a young cock seemed to her hot, horny, simmering body.
Janet eyed her new friend. "You will never entice those two young boys dressed like you are, Granny," she said. "Take off your bra, ahhhhhh, nice tits, that's it, now roll up your tee shirt to just under your breasts so your belly's bare. That's much better. You do have lovely breasts. I like the way your nipples poke against that tight, white material. Very nice. My son'll have ten shades of conniptions when he sees you. Nice bare legs with shorts that fit skin tight. Much better."
Janet sipped on her beer and eyed her new friend up and down.
Sharon felt like a shameless hussy. No bra. My God! She felt naked! Her son would think she was nuts!
Sharon had to laugh as she and Janet sat on the patio fixing the franks, nipping on dill pickles like wanton witches. This was all so new to Sharon. She never even gave that much thought to actually acting out her plan to be wild, she just wished she could be, and here she was ... being wicked, if her idea of wickedness was pretending a pickle was a cock and she was licking the sour thing and sitting braless with a girl friend.
Sharon decided she liked beer. She would have to do this more often. She decided she liked her new friend at least while she was drunk. If she was sober, she would think the redhead a vile bitch. Sharon loved the smell of the bar-b-q ... everything as a matter-of-fact. Sharon was in beer heaven, drunk, staggering slightly, not obviously, and her head reeled.
"So you like my tits, huh? So does my husband," she giggled feeling some cold pickle juice drip to her bare neck just above the rounded neckline of her tight, white tee shirt.
"I'll bet he does! I'll bet you miss a hot mouth on your nipples. I know I do," Janet said softly.
The two women drank a little more beer in their quiet little nook on the patio while the bar-b-q embers burned white and sizzled the franks.
"Listen. The crickets are singing. Do you know what that means?" Sharon asked of her female companion.
"No, what?" Janet was slightly tipsy herself and she was staring at Sharon's tits, drunkenly.
"Somebody told me, I think my kid, that when the crickets are doing their thing, singing with their legs rubbing together, nobody is around and all is well ... didn't you know that?" Sharon asked, slobbering a bit of beer on her jutting tit.
"Here, I'll get that," Janet said reaching to Sharon's breast with a dry napkin. "No, I don't know about crickets, but I'd sing with my legs apart, not together," she giggled.
"Yeah...." Sharon agreed as if the two of them had discovered some amazing revelation.
"My, my, you do have lovely tits," Janet observed drunkenly as she tried to dry the beer spot off the tee shirt. "Just lovely."
Janet leaned toward Sharon, slipping a little as she put her elbow on her bare knee, sitting in the next chair, trying to help her new friend.
Sharon's excitement about their plans, the beer, the whole thing made her feel giddy and wild. She leaned back in her webbed lawn chair and put her right elbow up on the back of the chair with her fingers interlaced through her short, curly blonde hair, jutting her tits towards the horny lady trying to rub the spot dry. She watched the redhead wipe her tit with a napkin and get closer and closer to her rigid nipple. Sharon felt a wild surge of excitement shoot through her body. Her head whirled and her crotch was damp. She felt the gentle oozing of juices in her cunt as she watched the redhead's face get closer and closer to her upthrust breast. Sharon liked the wickedness of having this woman touch her, get closer and closer to her breast, wipe absently across her nipple. Sharon wanted her to do more, but Sharon had never in her life ever thought of another woman as a sex partner. Sharon had never done a lot of things that apparently a lot of the navy wives had from the actions of this redhead ... so close to her boob ... with her lips puckered and spit shiny.
Sharon tingled and a what-the-hell attitude filled her sex-starved body. She eagerly pulled up her tee shirt to expose her creamy white flesh to the redhead. Sharon's rigid nipple pointed erectly at Janet's hot, watering mouth ... and the redhead took it in, sucked it, rambled her spitty tongue around it, tantalized it, nipped on it and drove Sharon wild with happiness.
Sharon watched Janet in the dimness of the early evening as her redhead bobbed around her boobs, licking, caressing, cupping them tenderly in her warm hands. Sharon loved what Janet was doing to her breasts. She felt so good, so squishy comfy, so happily teased as the woman sucked in first one luscious nipple and then the other, bathing her breasts in wet kisses. Sharon thrilled at having her boobs pushed together against Janet's feverish face, along the sides, like Janet was lost in the gentle cleavage of Sharon's titties.
Sharon's fingers went to Janet's halter top and eased inside from either side to feel the fullness of her breasts. Sharon thrilled at the rigidness of her nipples and fondled her breasts while she flicked the stiff lovebuds.
Sharon's fingers pulled gently on her new friend's nips as if she were milking a cow, which sent ripples of joy surging through Janet's hot, sparking body.
The two women sat side by side, facing each other, teasing one another, fondling boobs, pulling on nipples, nipping gently on soft flesh and sucking!
"Hhhhhhhhhhmm mmmmmmm, that feels sooooooooo goooooooood. If I close my eyes I'd think your mouth was my husband's. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned.
"Open them and get more of a thrill because I'm not your husband. I'm a woman and I'm somebody you don't even know biting your nipples. I'm kissing your naked breasts and tonguing excitement into your body and I'm a woman. Now isn't that more daring, more bold, more wicked than just being loved by your husband? Isn't my mouth more stimulating to your tits than his? You love my fondling of your breasts, my tongue whipping across your nipples, you love it. I excite you," Janet muttered, engrossed in her pleasure of nibbling on Sharon's steaming body.
Sharon moaned. Her fingers quickly untied Janet's halter and let the thin material fall while her hands played with the warm flesh of her breasts. Janet's breasts felt so good to Sharon, she caressed them all over, around and around, fondling the solid meat, flicking the rigid nipples. A beautiful experience to her. The soft plushness of full, warm, curvaceous tits. Hhhhhmmmmmm.
Passion mounted between the two women, drawing them closer together. Janet put her one wet, erect nipple to Sharon's nipple and then both nipples of both women pressed securely to each other's slobbery nips. Gently, they tantalized each other by rubbing, their nipples against each other, tormenting each other into a fantasy land of erotic bliss.
Sharon felt warm hands on her bare thighs, while tits mingled and nipples touched tenderly, caressingly, passionately.
She shivered with heated excitement at the fire in her crotch as the woman's fingers crawled slowly up her thighs, sliding, touching, holding. She nearly had an orgasm when Janet's hands slipped to the insides of her thighs and kept working towards her crotch. Slowly, wickedly, teasing, building passion into Sharon's quivering body.
Gently and easily Janet spread Sharon's thighs as she worked her fingers to caress and fondle towards Sharon's oozing crotch, her quivering clit, while their nipples tingled, touching, flicking, sparking against the other's.
Janet's fingers reached the inner crease between thigh and pussy, between Sharon's legs. Delicious odors seeped from Sharon's spastic crotch to Janet's nose. Janet licked her lips as she looked brazenly into Sharon's glazed, passion-filled blue eyes.
Janet leaned to Sharon and put her wet tongue to the woman's lush, full lips and traced slowly back and forth across from one side to the other, tasting of her spit. All the while, her fingers inched, slipped, crawled under the tight shorts to feel blonde pubic hair. Janet kept Sharon occupied all the way down her shaking, quivering body, tongue to her lips, just waiting for the minute to slip her the tongue, nipple to nipple, fingers wiggling through blonde hair to ... the dampness, the sweetness, the silkiness of her slit!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA Sharon moaned, helpless to move, held in exquisite delight.
She eagerly anticipated Janet's next move, paralyzed with exotic happiness, tremendous jolts of burning, fiery lust thrusting through her quaking body. At the touch of the woman's fingers to her damp snatch crack, Sharon about had a shitfit!
Nothing had ever felt so good to her before in her life! So tender, so soothing, yet stimulating, so erotically naughty, yet so delightfully beautiful! Another woman's fingers touching into her twat slit, slithering through her blonde pubic hair, feeling her most precious, private spot of eroticism, driving her passionately frantic, yet she could not move, dared not move lest the beauty, the exquisite feelings of this moment be lost forever....
Janet touched tenderly to Sharon's quivering clit, knowing this was the thrill of it all, the building point, the pleasure giving spot, the right erect little point of indescribable pleasure, the nearest thing to having a continual orgasm....
Janet's chair had been pushed around to where she faced Sharon, the paralyzed, passionate woman. Janet's knees were between hers and she spread ... spread her own knees to open up the love crease she craved. Her fingers basked in the loveliness of Sharon's sweet, thick juice, slipping, touching into each tiny fold of her trench, flicking over her erect peak, spreading her labia more and more with her own knees.
Both of Janet's hands were slipping in the creamy liquid of Sharon's crotch, fondling, caressing the smooth softness of her innermost labia. Her fingers touched the opening of Sharon's vagina, rimmed around and around her spasming hole, driving both women wild with delight.
Sharon could hardly wait for the moment of penetration! She was held in a trance, still, silent, waiting....
Janet was hungrily eager to finger-fuck her new friend. Janet wanted Sharon to feel the thrill of another woman all the way through her body. She wanted to give to Sharon the same wonderful thrill somebody else had given her once. Janet caressed the silk-smoothness of Sharon's oozing, spasming snatch, tit to tit, nipple to nipple, her tongue caressing Sharon's rich, moist lips....
Not a word was spoken.
Not a moan to break the spell of this tender moment.
Not a noise ... just the sweet fondling of her womanly opening....
As if falling into a bottomless pit of heavenly bliss, floundering amidst the soft clouds of sexual splendor, nearly passing into oblivion of faintness, the erotic moment came! Sharon felt the wiggling fingers ease in ... in ... in ... in ... touching, caressing, feeling her innermost self, her vaginal walls, keeping a finger outside to squirm around her erect clit....
Sharon dared to breathe. So wonderful were the feelings starting at her toes, crawling, tingling up her legs, slithering around in her damp crotch, pitting her gut, tingling at her tits ... her whole body singed, simmered, burned with the delight of growing, building passion until she was totally consumed by the wonderful feeling of ... flooding orgasm so slow to ooze, continuous, bubbling, boiling over of love juice, tingling of thrills all through her body ... heat, fire, blazing quivers shooting softly throughout her feverish body....
The luxury of it all! Cum. Thick, sweet smelling, creamy cum!
Sharon thought she had experienced it all until Janet's tongue left her lips. Janet slipped to the patio between Sharon's legs, kept her creaming slit widespread and slipped her scorching tongue into Sharon's weeping vagina!
Janet craved the womanly juice and slurped it into her mouth like a hungry vulture. Her magical tongue licked, dug for more, lapped into Sharon's spasming snatch for all the luscious juice she could get!
Sharon came unglued! She shook, quivered, clutched the back of the redhead's head and held her tightly to her widespread crotch while she shot jolt after jolt of her thick, heavy cum hotly into Janet's sucking, slurping mouth!
"OH, MY, GOD!" Sharon gasped, exhilarated with untamed passion.
Her pants' crotch had been pushed to the side while Janet nibbled at her soft, squishy flesh and thrust a tongue into her hole for more and more and more and more and more of her lush jism, to lick, swallow, relish, devour into her hungry gut. Janet craved Sharon's crotch and had to eat it out completely ... get her drained completely ... get every drop of sweet orgasmic juice ... Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue dug into the spasming, clutching, clinging cunt for more ... even a trickle of womanly cum....
Sharon was right on Janet's face, holding it tightly into her crotch, loving every second of feeling the hot snorts of breath, the gouging of tongue, the nipping into her soft flesh by sharp teeth, the sounds of slush, slurping, spit, cum....
Her body jerked, jumped Janet's face as if Janet's tongue was a cock stuck up her spasming hole! Sharon was frantic, berserk with lust for her orgasm to keep on and on, to keep Janet's face hot in her snatch forever!
Ripples of fever scorched through her body....
Until she was drained ... not even a squiggle out of her soft clit ... her ever-so-soft crotch had been had....
Sharon collapsed back in the chair and gasped for air....
Janet fell at her feet, her own crotch sopping with thick cum juice. She had given the thrill to Sharon and gotten her own by the taste of cum, the sweet aroma of the woman's slit, the tender touch of her wet trench ... Janet's orgasm was complete....
Everything was quiet. The sucking noises had ceased, the tonguing suction noises were gone....
Off in the bushes were two young boys, Jim and Ben, giving their cocks the hand-jobs the throbbers beat for. The boys were shocked by their mothers' activities, but their cocks thumped out desires, craving, lust!
Both boys double-timed it with their hands until their bodies trembled, shook, quivered and both piss-holes bubbled and gurgled with thick, hot, creamy cum gushing through their fingers, leaking down their hands, bathing their balls and throbbing, pulsating, weeping for the day a hot cunt held them, squeezing the cum out....
CHAPTER TWO
Beating off in the bushes was one thing, but fucking was another. Neither boy had EVER screwed around with a cunt. The sight of their mothers finger fucking, kissing, tonguing, bare tits out, all of it was a real shocker to the two boys.
Their young bodies got the thrill of seeing Janet's face down between Sharon's legs as she ate her out. The tingle in the tips of the young cocks could not be controlled. Both young, smooth cockheads throbbed, beat out unknown desires, and bubbled juice like the boys had done in dreams.
The two young cocks had felt hot, jerky, ready! Not for their mothers' snatches, but it was like seeing a movie. The two women had really gotten it on and shot pangs of excitement through the young boys' bodies.
The boys felt nauseated to see their own mothers sucking twat and tits, feeling each other up, bare, fingers squishing around in the squirting cum, but the thrill was there!
The young cocks pumped cum just as if the scene had not been their mothers. The boys felt the twinges in the guts, the steady, pulsating throbs in their cocks, and the cum shooting into their hands! The boys shook and quaked just as if they had seen two other women getting it on, but both were shocked to see their mothers in the act of having as orgasm together! That was something else!
They crept off from their viewing spot and took their bikes and went up front to Jim's mobile home.
"You ever done it?" Jim asked, sitting on the front step.
Ben was quiet. He didn't want to act stupid nor did he want to brag. Mostly he was in shock at seeing his own mother with her legs spread so the redheaded woman could eat her out. He wasn't exactly sure what went on but he had heard the expressions of "going down" on somebody, "eating them out" and "blow-job" but he had never seen it done and he had always thought of it as being sort of dirty. He knew he didn't want to lick the cum off of Jim's hands but the thought did sort of give him the jitters.
"Did you ever fuck?" Jim kept asking his new friend.
"Naw, I never," Benny said, shrugging his shoulders, his head drooping.
"Ever feel up a girl?" he kept prodding.
Ben shrugged his shoulders. His head was lowered with disgust and contempt for his mother.
Jim stared off into the night darkness. Both boys were quiet.
To break the silence, Jim said, "I think I'll get me a girl and fuck her. You know I'm almost eighteen and I've got no fucking experience under my belt. All the guys at school keep talkin' and talkin' about how great it is. I know cummin' is great 'cause I've done it, like tonight, but I never really fucked. You know?"
Ben nodded. He would like to try it, too, but he had never had the guts to. He had given himself hand-jobs, but never had he felt up a girl or stuck his young cock inside one. His face got red even in the dark just talking about fucking. He would probably die a virgin. He just could not get up the courage to corner a girl and stick it to her- ... even if she would let him, but he had never gotten that close to it. He felt feverish and hot just thinking about fucking. He would never be able to do it!
"Where you gonna get a girl?" he asked hesitantly.
"I donno, maybe at school. Any girls in this trailer park?" Jim asked.
"A couple, but they're too young. Kids. Not big enough for you ... or me," he added, hesitantly.
"You gonna try it, too? We could compare notes, you know, how we did it and all that stuff."
"We gotta find the girls first, dumb shit," Ben said.
"And then we just walk up and ask 'em if they wanna fuck, right?" Jim giggled.
"Oh, yeah. Then they hit us. Hell, I don't know what to do about it. Why don't we forget it?"
"Nope, I'm gonna fuck and feel what it's like. I'll let you know," Jim said bravely.
"O.K. stupid, here comes Judy. Ask her. She's sixteen. Go on."
The cute, little pixie gal sauntered past the two boys sitting on the steps of the monstrous mobile home.
"Hi, guys," she said, stopping for a minute.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Ben, why don't you introduce me to your new friend. I've seen you guys riding bikes and at school," she said, cocking one hip forward with a young hand on it.
"Judy ... Jim, Jim ... Judy," was Ben's introduction as he kept elbowing his buddy in the dark.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi."
Jim's head drooped as Ben's had done before.
"Well, I'll see you guys around," Judy said and walked jauntily off.
"Wow, look at her round, little ass bounce," Jim said.
"You look at it, big shot. You ain't got no more guts than I've got. Big, strong Jim ... gonna go get himself a piece a ass. Ha! That was a girl. You know. That's what you wanted to fuck. There she was. Why didn't you ask her? Dumbshit!" Ben laughed at his friend's shyness and didn't feel so badly about his own.
"I'll get to know her and then I'll ask her," Jim said lifting his head and squaring his shoulders.
"Bullshit! You ain't gonna do nothin' like that. You mean you'll just walk up to her and say, 'Hi, I'm Jim, remember we met on my patio that time. I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to fuck?' Is that the way? Class act, buddy." Ben laughed and hit his friend in the arm.
"Aw, shut up," Jim mumbled.
Talk was cheap and both boys knew it. Neither of them had the nerve to fuck, it was difficult enough to get up the courage to ask a girl out on a date, much less go all the way! So they talked about the someday they would and had to settle for their wet dreams and jack-off jobs.
"I bet I fuck before you do," Jim challenged.
"Bet!" Ben confirmed.
CHAPTER THREE
Days and days passed and still Sharon could not get the naughty thoughts out of her head of what she and Janet had done. Sharon was horrified at her own weakness, her wickedness, and her guilt bloomed full force. How could she ever get so horny as to let another woman go down on her?
Stepping out with a guy was one thing, but to let Janet stick her hot tongue up her twat almost gagged her. Terrible! She shivered at the nastiness of the act ... and the remembrance of how good Janet's tongue had felt inside her snatch.
At least she wasn't thinking about fucking her own son anymore. One good thing had come out of the whole drunken mess. She still could hardly look herself in the mirror. To think Janet's tongue had caressed her lips. The idea of Janet's soft hands on the inside of her legs, crawling up, up to her snatch, to fondle her pussy. My, God!
Sharon wondered if loneliness did this to everybody. Drove them to do very unordinary things. She wondered if she was a lezzie since she did like the feel of her nipples against Janet's, her lips kissed so tenderly by Janet's, her pussy touched, caressed, and punched by Janet's fingers.
Sharon shuddered at the thought of herself liking the touch of another woman's hands, but then at this point, she would probably like the touch of another person's hands, male or female, so she dismissed the idea that she was a lez ... which brought her back to who she was going to fuck ... which again was unusual for her since she had never been unfaithful to her husband in her life.
One thing Sharon discovered and was continuing to discover, was that her life was getting fucked up, her head was not on straight, her ideas were wild and she was doing things she never thought she would ever do. So Sharon was really screwed up and feelings of guilt mounted in her body, pangs of loneliness, longings and passions mixed in with all the rights and wrongs that jumbled around in her head.
The evenings were cooler now as summer passed into a brisk fall. Her son was gone more of the time, to football games and other school activities and Sharon was alone more and more and more, slowly going nuts with boredom flooding her life.
She thought she would go completely nuts if it wasn't for her son Ben and his friend Jim. They were in and out some of the time and on occasion even had a meal with the lonely lady. She did notice the boys' eyes avoided hers and she could not figure why unless they were doing something they were not supposed to be doing. That had always been a sure sign with her son, his gaze never met hers if he was in trouble or had done something he considered terrible. She did not know the two had seen Janet and her on the patio and she had tried to avoid Janet anyway.
Sharon did not want to be odd when her husband returned from sea, if he ever did. Time dragged and Sharon was back to noticing her son's tented crotch. She did fight the urge to peek into his bedroom or into the bathroom when he was around. She could not, would not get her jollies from her son's young cock.
She also noticed Jim's prick. Her gaze rested boldly on his crotch and she did not fight this. He was not her kid. He was a guy. She had no intentions of messing around with him and she did not feel too awfully guilty about looking. That she could cope with. She could just look at Jim's tented pants and get a squishy feeling between her legs and not feel so wicked she couldn't stand herself ... so that's how she coped. When Jim left, she usually went into her bedroom and played with her pussy, slid her fingers into her sleek slit, massaged her clit until she had an orgasm. Now this she could do without too much guilt. She was not molesting anybody except herself. She was doing no damage to the youth because her son was always around and she never, ever touched the young boy.
She did observe the young boy appealed to her in a very sexy way which was ridiculous because he had just had his birthday which made him eighteen, just slightly older than her own son. Really dumb. He did have lots of thick, black wavy hair and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen ... when he looked at her, which wasn't too often.
Sharon liked his straight nose, his young facial skin which she knew was soft as her own son's. Her special spot for soft skin was just under the eyes where there was not a sign of beard growth ... and oh, how she would have loved to touch Jim there. Her husband's face was so tender, like a baby's butt, right under his eyes. Now that Jim was growing a thick, rough beard, this part of his face especially appealed to her. But she never touched him! Jim was stocky, not built like an immature youth, not at all like her blond son, tall and lean.
The more she thought about it, the more she knew she wanted to touch this kid, to feel his young hands, to see how he kissed, what his shoulders felt like, how he would react to her caresses, fondling, fucking.
She had resisted the idea of her own young son and would kill the woman who ever touched him, but she, herself, was tantalized by his buddy, Jim. In a way, she knew this was all wrong, but of the choices she had so far, being a lezzie, her own son, or this other boy, Jim was the least wicked of all. As a matter of face, she started to plan how she could entice the youth. She was a long way from being great in the seduction line and not bold enough to proposition the kid, which would shock him to death. She knew he was just as timid as her own son and her own son was so shy he was almost introverted. Both young boys would die in their tracks if she so much as made a move to either one of them. She had already eliminated her son from such wild thoughts as she had, so she merely dreamed about young Jim, played with herself and wished.
She was getting more and more interested in the youth and less and less satisfaction out of her own hand in her crotch.
Time dragged, almost went backwards. She wished her husband would come home and rescue her from all her evil thoughts, which she had not put into action ... but was starting to plan out, seducing an eighteen-year-old boy.
She reasoned he didn't look like a child. He was stocky, dark, bearded, had all that luscious wavy hair, gorgeous blue eyes, arms like a construction worker ... he was not a baby! He was old enough! Her son was not, but young Jim was! She craved his young body! She admired his muscles, his strong, solid back, his rounded, enticingly rounded ass, his hairy chest, his strong hands, his straight nose....
It was clear to her that she did have sexual plans for young Jim!
Her crotch steamed every time she saw him. She could not get him alone though. This was going to require some strategy. She knew her husband would have a fit if he knew what was going through her mind and her son would swear she was crazy, but she was only horny and going to solve that problem, though she did not know how.
Friday night her son was gulping down his food, big hurry, football game and he had to go!
"I do wish you would chew your food," she said, typical of a concerned mother. "Do you have a warm enough jacket? It gets cold now, you know. Is Jim going with you?"
She wanted to know her son was all right and all he did was nod his head or shake it and continue to gulp down his dinner.
Sharon slapped her rounded thighs and shrugged her shoulders in wonder of how her young, sweet son was ever going to make it through life. He did not know anything was her opinion. He was also going to have indigestion at the pace he was eating. Kids! God help 'em.
Before she knew it, Ben was done eating, had grabbed his jacket, smeared a kiss on her cheek and was gone and she knew no more than if she hadn't even seen him, much less asked him questions. Busy, busy young boy. She adored her young son, absolutely loved him to pieces. She did hope he and his friends had a nice evening. This was his last year of high school, from here on out he would have responsibilities and work and his adult life. She prayed he would have a good senior year and lap up all the fun in the way.
Sharon sipped her coffee as she smiled, loving her son, in a way wishing she was having as much fun as he was, remembering back to her senior year. Best time of her life. Simply great.
Her happy thoughts were interrupted by a rap on the door.
Cheerfully she got up to answer and there stood Jim!
She gulped. Her heart pounded. The answer to her plan. Jim was here, at her door, almost in her clutches. Her head rambled through sexy thoughts, lust built up, her crotch simmered.
"Is Ben here?" he asked.
Oh, yes, he would come down to go to the game with her son. She shook her head as if to free it from the cravings she had muddling through. The guy wasn't at her door to get fucked, he had come to see her son.
Her face flushed in embarrassment. She invited Jim into her mobile home, stammered through an explanation of not knowing where he was, if he planned to come back and pick up Jim or if he had gone on to the game. The car was gone and she had presumed he had picked up Jim. Maybe Ben would be back after him after he picked up some other guys, she did not know. She felt really dumb and flustered.
"Can I wait?" he asked.
She nodded and motioned for him to sit down and almost ran back out to the kitchen for her coffee, which she didn't really want.
This was almost too good to be true. She had Jim. He was here, in her mobile home, she knew her son was long gone, somehow they had missed each other. Her heart banged against her rib cage. Now what! What was she going to do? It was almost as if the good Lord had dumped a cock in her living room. How should she approach the youth?
Her steaming crotch simmered while her clit danced for joy in her oozing juices. Her pussy was purring contentment of a coming cock. How? What could she do? What excuse could she use to get close to the quiet, timid boy?
Her body screamed, "Attack!"
Her emotions flared to a raging fire!
Her head said, "cool it!"
Her hands shook. Her body trembled. There he sat! Her victim, alone, vulnerable, waiting, twisting his fingers, looking absently around, shy to the point of agony.
Sharon was supposed to be the aggressor and she shook so badly she probably couldn't get across the room on her rubbery legs. Her mouth watered for his young cock ... god, she wanted his cock!
There she sat, sipping coffee, shaking, her body screaming for his....
Jim squirmed uncomfortably on the couch in the living room, his eyes avoiding hers. He cleared his throat several times in nervousness.
"I can't imagine where Benny is. He wouldn't go off and leave you," she said in a voice three octaves too high, shaky.
Jim shrugged his husky shoulders.
Sharon thought she should make some sort of conversation before she pounced on her prey.
"You should have been on the football team. You have such nice shoulders, such a nice build ... such a nice cock in those tented pants...."
"My mom wouldn't let me go out for football, and besides we're never the same place long enough to do anything, you know, get to know people, finish the whole season, so I haven't played on a team and I never been to a dance. I mean a really big dance like the Christmas one or a prom or anything. I never get to know anybody," he said slowly, twisting his fingers, his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward.
"That's a shame. We've fairly lucky. Stayed here for a couple of years. Of course my husband's been gone a lot."
Sharon glanced at the clock. After eight and kick-off time. Her son had gone off and left Jim. "Did you kids have a fight?" she asked of Jim. He shook his head.
"Guess I better go. It's too late now," he said, standing, his pants fully loaded with cock, pouching out in front. He stuffed his shirt into his pants, hiked up his tight pants so his cock was almost visible to her watching eyes, and started for the door.
"Do you have to? I mean, it gets so lonesome here. I'd like it if you stayed for a little while, if you can. Keep an old lady company," she chuckled, felt really weird. What else could she say? She did not want her victim to get out of her door with that precious cock of his.
He shrugged and sat back down.
"Let me take your jacket," she suggested, quickly helping him with it. If she put it in the bedroom at least he couldn't sprint out the door.
She came back into the living room felling giddy and flushed.
"Do you watch much television?" she asked, glancing through the T.V. Guide. "You remind me so much of a very young Starsky. You know on Starsky and Hutch? Dark curly hair, blue eyes, quiet. I'll bet you could be a little devil, huh?" she asked wickedly.
He flushed as he leaned back on the couch wondering if she was going to do something dirty. He had the bet going with her son about fucking. It would be really funny if he fucked Benny's old lady. Only if he told Benny, Benny would knock the shit out of him.
Jim didn't have anything else to do so he might as well hang around and see what was happening. She did seem a little strange and jumpy. As he watched her walk into the kitchen, her ass swinging, he thought the night might be interesting after all.
He remembered the night he and Ben had watched her and his mother make out on the patio. He knew she had good looking tits under that blouse because he had seen her with her nipples up against his mother's.
The thought never occurred to him the two women might be having an affair and Sharon might not be interested in the cock beating in his pants. He sure as hell was interested in satisfying the pounding cock, so she must be, too. Maybe he was too young.
How was he going to get around to fucking her. He could pretend she was a girl at school and this was a trial run of how he would get a girl to fuck ... only this wasn't a girl, this was his buddy's mother. This woman was experienced and knew just what the hell was going on. She would make a fool out of him and his dumb, inexperienced attempts.
No, he better just sit back and let his red face cool down and try to slow his heart to a normal pace. He looked down at his pants and saw them move. His cock beat so hard his pants actually moved with each pump and surge of red hot, young blood flowing in his rock-hard cock.
Sharon came back into the living room with a can of pop for him. God. If he could have beer he might work up the courage to do something. He was having one hellova time keeping his arms up in back of his resting head ... in the hopes she would see his twitching crotch and do something to him so he wouldn't have to start anything. If she was a school girl, he would have to start something.
This evening was going to be a failure, he could just tell.
He looked up at her to take the can of pop and his eyes about bugged out of his head. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples poked against her blouse material. His mouth watered. He could imagine tasting one of her rigid nips and his saliva drenched his hot, young mouth. His eyes dropped their gaze right down her body, slender waist, tight pants that almost revealed her crotch the way they hugged each crease between her thighs and crotch, even to the tiny slit in her hairy pussy.
His gaze stayed at her crotch as she cocked her hips, one forward to him. He did not know how long he stared at her tight pants and just held the can of pop in mid-air.
Sharon noticed his interest and also his shaking hand. She saw the flushed color to his face and smiled inwardly. This kid was ripe, shy and ripe.
She turned and went back to the kitchen feeling his gaze burn a hole in her butt. She dumped her coffee and got the gin and vodka out. She went to the fridge and got ice, mix, reached to the cupboard for two glasses.
Jim had an attack. He moaned and held his belly just above his twitching cock as he watched her try and get the glasses, her nipples pushing tightly against the thin material of her blouse. He was in such agony he never thought to ask her if he could help. He was much taller. All he knew was his cock was thumping harshly in his pants and his swollen balls ached.
Sharon heard him moan and smiled. This was going to be easier than she thought. The kid was definitely interested, ready, cock pounding against his flat belly, she had noticed, and now he was moaning. She looked in at him and he had the cold can of pop stuffed between his legs to cool his cock. She had to laugh because he was more uncomfortable than she was.
Her laugh sort of broke the ice.
"What's the matter?" he groaned.
"I can't reach the glasses," she giggled, stretching, jutting her tits.
He quickly jumped to help her, anxious to get off the couch and move around. He pushed his throbber to the side and hoped the dumb thing would behave and his balls would quit aching. He went to the kitchen and had to reach around her rounded, seductive body to get the glasses. She had no intention of moving.
"Glasses?" he asked, reaching.
"Urn hum. You can drink that pop or mix yourself a drink, whatever," she said, feeling his rock-hard cock against her rounded ass as he reached up and over her voluptuous body. "HHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM' she purred, feeling his beating prick against her hip and ass as he moved to get two glasses.
He looked questioningly down at her.
She did not want to scare the youth away and she knew he was shy to the point of hurting, so she said nothing about his cock's condition.
The heat of his young body singed through clothes and warmed her body as he got the glasses, hesitantly, since he didn't want to move away from her scrumptious body. He asked which glasses, how many anything to keep his beating cock pressed to her womanly ass.
He still hadn't done anything except rub his cock across her ass and back again and that could be perfectly innocent. He could back off easily.
Sharon couldn't decide which glasses to use, the clear ones or the colored, so she urged him on by making no decision while he rubbed his thumping prick against her body. She simmered in the glory of having his young, stone-hard prick against her butt, radiating heat, pounding.
She felt it and was quite aware of the youth's attempts to start something. Now was the time to quit if she intended to, but she didn't!
She craved his young hard cock just much as he wanted to sock it to her, jam it in, fuck the hell out of her ... even though he was a virgin! She would show him and he could fumble through the rest....
Sharon moved slightly throwing the youth off balance and thrilled when hid steadying grasp was right, smack on her jutting breast!
She whirled around and faced him all apologetic for her actions of nearly knocking him off his feet.
Her pounding heart went out to him as she noticed his beet-red face while his hand was still on her breast.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to knock you down. You poor boy. You're such a darling to have helped me. Thank you for getting the glasses. You are so strong and tall and nice...." Sharon would not have mentioned his red face for anything. She had always been taught never to make anybody uncomfortable nor to make personal remarks. She would not make this youth any more uncomfortable than he obviously was. He had to be miserable. He had his thumping cock just aching to dump a load, his hand on her breast, and a face that nearly burned off with embarrassment.
She stood with her ass pressed against the sideboard while he stood paralyzed, completely immobile and directly in front of her. His pelvis was slightly away from her hungry body.
Her eyes met his. Hers fairly smoldered with lust as she stared into his clear, blue innocence. They didn't move, not even to blink. This was the moment. If she broke the spell, the magical moment would be lost forever. She had him in her gaze, held him with her eyes, as they stood looking at each other, waiting for one or the other to make a move, feeling the burning fire of passion mount, simmer to a boil, surge through their bodies ... as their eyes devoured the depths of each others' desires, cravings.
Jim held the glasses with one hand while he never moved the other from her heaving breast. His hand touched to the warmth of her barely covered flesh and felt the softest, warmest breast!
If either of them breathed, it was so silently only God could hear. One of those moments, eyes to eyes, desires brimming to near explosion, hearts throbbing, bodies craving the touch, the tenderness of the other, each one silently knowing the passions of the other and also knowing it was too late to turn back....
Sharon took the glasses from Jim and set them on the counter. Her warm hands caressed up his young, bare arms, encircled his strong neck and her lips met his in one breathless movement. She felt his lips slip over hers, enclosing her mouth in the heated warmth of his moistness.
Oh, this kid had to have had practice for her to feel like she was falling into the passionate luxury of complete surrender, completely closing out the rest of the world, engulfed in his heat, his desires, his warm, moist, full lips that took hers completely.
She trembled and her knees would have buckled if his young, strong arms had not encircled her waist to pull her closer to him, to press his pelvis tenderly against her weeping crotch.
Stars whirled through her dizzy head. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she sucked, slipping hers into his hot, saliva filled opening. Their tongues explored each other's mouth passionately, slowly, deliberately. The touching of his tongue between her teeth and soft, full lips, the taste of his young spit, the feel of his hot hands around her body, holding her tenderly thrilled her. She felt his cock pulse against her weeping pussy and each bolt of exciting cock shocked through her system like fire.
She wanted to hold onto this precious moment of heated bliss for all eternity, to lock it in her mind forever, but her swirling, whirling fiery cravings would not stand still for immobility, her gyrating, rubbing hips and pelvis demanded his young prick, she had to go on and on since he seemed at a standstill.
She relished his hot, soft mouth on her neck, nibbling, kissing, tonguing, but her spasming snatch craved hot, burning cock! NOW!
Sharon knew the young boy could not hold out very long, could not take much teasing and tormenting. His young blood was too hot. His body too ripe and ready, horny. If she waited, she would not get his cock. All the thoughts of going easy, being careful of a virgin, don't ruin them, all that shit she automatically dumped onto the way to treat a young female virgin ... not this horny, young man.
Her hands left her place around his neck and slipped to her waist. She wiggled to slip her pants down, down and off her rounded hips, down her shapely thighs, down from her damp pussy, down to the floor.
Jim gasped his low groans in his throat. His body wracked, shivered. He let her quick hand rip open the buttons of his cords and push his pants down and off of his steaming body. His utterings, mutterings, grunts and groans were plainly full of lust, so low in his throat. His hands felt her naked waist and he almost fell apart with wanton desires. He was in ecstasy. He could not move except for the uncontrollable thumpings of his rock-hard cock smack up against his flat belly.
She knew he wanted to fuck. She knew he was sweetly innocent and would not make a move to her except to hold her tenderly in his arms while he quivered his lust for her snatch.
Sharon quickly hoisted her ass up on the kitchen counter. In her rapid movement she felt the warm dribblings that oozed from his throbbing cockhead.
She had to hurry!
Up on the kitchen counter, she pulled the young boy's pelvis in tightly to her damp crotch. She felt his rigid young cock push against her slippery, torridly hot crack, his tremblings, his quivers of passion, as she locked her heels around his hips ... feeling his flexed ass with her heels, loving the quick touch of his smooth, velvety cockhead to her vaginal opening....
She slipped off the counter and felt the solid thud of his young, thumping cock as the blood-gorged, thickly veined prick sand deep into her clutching, squeezing, slippery snatch!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH ... AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM ... EEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHAAAAGGGGPPPPPP...." The kid staggered under her weight as his rock-hard cock rammed up her cunt and he felt the hotness, the tightness, the absolute heaven of her wonderful land of paradise!
All he could do was moan, groan and shake, quiver, while his cock shot off a steady, strong spray of hot, thick cum!
His young body shook, his knees felt rubbery, he staggered, flexing his buns as he held her sitting on his virgin cock, not so virgin anymore, rammed up her seeping, squishy tunnel, clasping, clenching tightly around his shooting organ, wringing his cock out as he squirted his flow of first, young fuck juice well up into her snatch, hot, thick, creamy.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MY, GOD! MY, GOD! I'MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMCUMMMMIINNNNNNNNGGG!" he moaned hotly against her damp neck, damp from his slobber.
"FEELS SO GOOD!" she squealed in delight, clenching her legs around his young pelvis, clamping his shooting cock up tightly inside her dribbling twat.
Every thump and blasting shot from his pulsating cock rocked her entire body with lustful passion. Her arms clutched around his strong neck as she hung onto his body like a leech, clutching, digging her fingers into his back, spasming her twat around his pulsating, squirting cock. Her legs locked just below her knees around his firm, tight ass as she held on, would not let go, clamped tightly to her young fucker. She thrilled at each oozing drop of his hot cum as it leaked out of her spasming twat to dribble on his hanging testicles. Her heart beat harshly against her rib cage. Her fluttering clit was pressed smack tight against his cock stump, feeling every fierce, urgent pump of red-hot young blood surge through his cock as his rigid prick shot, blasted, geysered his load into her bubbling, boiling twat. Her rigid lovebud throbbed its bliss, she felt the thrill of mounting orgasm from her toes clear up to her gutsy, contracting belly. The sickening demand, the lustful wantonness of an orgasm, the tingling, desires about to be unleashed, her clit prickled with tormenting jolts of heated excitement while her snatch was blasted hotly with his orgasmic juice, shooting, throbbing, blasting up inside her and slowly leaking out with her own weeping tears of lubrication. Her erect clit felt each tantalizing, tormenting, sexy, throb from the stump of his shooting cock....
Her heart throbbed! Her guts tangled with lust! Her erect clit fluttered wildly! Her toes curled with the coming excitement and her squeezing, gurgling snatch blew! Blasted! She erupted like a volcano! Hot! Fuming! Spewing hot lava-like cum all over his digging, withering dick!
Her blonde tangled pussy hair intertwined with his smeared pubic hair, she rubbed, bounced, pulled her body up slightly and smacked her spasming cunt back down on his heavy, weakening stump, squirting cum out of her twitching, clutching tube, clinging to the youth, her whole being one with his in this mutual orgasm ... all lovely and wet, drenched, the combining of their jism, the intertwining of their arms and legs, the love-slick-sweat of bare skin against naked flesh, the fierce throbs, the jiggling of her tits against his hairy young body, the fire of orgasm! The moans, the rich aromas of his bittersweet cum and her thick, cream womanly juices ... the whole blissful fuck was complete!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Fuckin' in the kitchen? God, I never...." young Jim moaned, his body still in a state of quivering shock.
"Fucking's good anyplace, baby, did you like it?" she asked, rubbing her smeared pussy back and forth against his limp prick. She was satisfied by the orgasm but her built-up love didn't just quit when the fuck was over. While he shook his young head realistically and was back to his normal self, she was still in a dream world of kisses, caresses, tenderness.
Her tits rubbed against the thick, dark, curly brush of hair on his chest, keeping her stimulated, hot, horny and in a condition of craving continual petting, loving, touching.
The youth wanted to jump and shout about his first fuck!
She pressed her torridly simmering body against his for more of his touching, more caresses, more heat, more of everything. She was not done with this young boy, not yet! She did not want to let go of him. Her slender hands slithered all over his sturdy shoulders, through the gnarled mass of dark hair on his chest, fondling his small, erect nipples, touching his sides, feeling the dribbles of sweat trickle down his young body. She hugged the youth to her simmering, leaking body to cuddle and love with her hands, her breasts, her naked body. She wanted to touch him all over, to hold him, to fondle his limp cock and dangling nuts. She glowed like a flaming candle that would not be put out. Her emotions went on, not so highly pitched, but on and on ... to touch him, to feel his young skin, to fondle his body as he quivered.
She lathered his young body with her warm, moist kisses. Her full lips nibbled up his neck to his ear lobe. Her steaming, longing mouth was all over his young face, her tongue in his ears, slipping across his lips, touching, devouring with her lust. Her kisses touched his soft, young skin on either side of his nose, her lips mixed with his growth of whiskers which covered the lower part of his face. The soft, smooth skin just above his beard and on either side of his straight nose was velvety smooth like his young cockhead. Her kisses nibbled and caressed his face and down his hot, strong neck, her fingers pinched, tormented his little, rigid nipples, her pussy rubbed, rubbed, rubbed across his limp cock urging it up one more time....
"My, god, I never thought anything could be so good!" he said.
"Sweetheart, we've only just begun. There's more and more that you'll love and adore. You're such a precious child," she cooed.
"Man," he corrected.
"I guess you're right," she moaned hotly against his throbbing neck.
Her hand slipped down his body, over the hip bone and into the sticky mass of hair. She found what she was looking for, fell to her knees in front of the quivering, unsteady youth to worship his young prick.
He had an idea of what was coming. He had seen his mother with her face in Sharon's crotch, he had heard about "Blow-jobs" and apparently he was going to get one right now!
His heart pounded. He didn't know if he could take all this excitement in one day! Fuck! Blow-job! My, God!
His legs felt all rubbery as he watched her fondle her precious jewel, his cock.
She liked the shiny glisten of dried cum as it sparkled on his prick making him sticky and extra warm to her touch. It seemed to her his jewel was a crown jewel, shiny, sparkling, richly smelling of his satisfaction, his cum, and his lovely balls ... all sparkly and sticky ... just waiting for her warm mouth to bathe the sticky coat of cum. So lovely, so precious was his young cock, she smoldered in her lust. Her mouth watered with desire. Her hands fondled the precious cock she would devour into her hot, demanding mouth. She had to taste of his first fuck juice and lick his luscious juice into her mouth and down her hungry throat. Her gut craved the delicious smelling cum that coated his strengthening cock.
Oh, yes, this dear boy would have another orgasm before she was done with him. Her tongue was eager. Her moisture flowed in her mouth. Her glazed eyes picked up the sparkles of dried cum and made his cock more beautiful than a Christmas ornament ... sparkly, dazzling to her dazed eyes ... breathtakingly beautiful ... the smell of his masculine cum seeped into her nostrils and flooded her mind ... his dangling balls hung so beautifully, one slightly higher that the other, glittering before her smoldering eyes ... she had to have his cock! His nuts! All of him!
Her fingers felt the beginning of his pulsations beating in her hands as she lowered her head, as if in total worship of his cock.
Her full lips touched his cockhead ... gently kissing his smoothness.
The two of them were in a world of blissful ecstasy as the boy sank to the floor. His legs would not hold him up under this mounting sexual pressure. He shook, his knees wide apart, her face between his stocky thighs, her blonde hair against the dark hair of his pubic area and thighs.
She breathed in heavily and his aroma sent her head spiraling, reeling in erotic glory. Her soft, warm hands cuddled his soft balls, touching into each little gently fold of silky skin.
Ripples of passion trickled down her back and sparked her nipples.
Her lips, hot on his cockhead, separated slightly and her slippery, wet tongue eased to touch his piss-hole. She felt his trembles along with her own. Excitement surged through her body and she could tell by his quaking, he was right with her all the way.
The scrumptious taste in his piss-hole nearly flipped her smoldering cunt inside out. Her tongue dug for more of the dried juice. With her warm saliva she soon had his cockhead almost like it was fresh cum just shot ... warm, creamy, slippery....
Her pinkish tongue ringed his cockhead while the youth sputtered his joys and excitement. She put her mouth over his now fully swollen cockhead and tasted the whole lovely, smooth crown.
She felt his hands on her head, pushing her blonde hair away from her flushed face so he could see just what she was doing to his cock. He shook uncontrollably, she tilted her head slightly so the full vision of his cock in her mouth was right there before his young eyes.
"HHHHHHHMMMMMMMMM, OOOOHHHHH, GOD!" he gasped, fingers trailing through her blonde hair to keep it out of the way.
She thrilled at his wonderful reactions to her activities in his crotch. She loved it when he bounced gleefully on his round ass and groaned low in his throat, almost a growl.
She had the whole cockhead inside her moist mouth, tonguing the smoothness and poking her tongue in and out around his pee-hole. Her hands cradled his testicles, her hot breath scorched his entire crotch much to his delight!
She looked up at the youth from her position between his legs. Her eyes were glazed with lust and he appeared hazy as she watched him watch her. He lay back on his back propped up on his elbows with his olive complected, young face watching, wincing, twitching with excitement. His young belly was flat like an open meadow covered with the growth of his dark, curly hair. God, she adored hair, dark, thick hair. It stimulated her hands, her body, her face, any place she touched.
The youth kept her blonde hair away from her face. His body shook at the sight of his young prick half inside her mouth! He saw his thickly veined prick throb with excitement, her lips tightly around his stem. When she pulled her wet mouth off of his cock his eyes saw her slobber on his prick. His dick was all shiny, slippery from her spit. He wanted more of his cock inside her mouth, that warm, moist opening with the flicking tongue....
His quivering thighs spread wide apart so he could see her more clearly as she worked his cock with her mouth, slipping up and down on his rod, leaving a trail of warm, slippery saliva, making his cock shine with her spit.
His blue eyes watched her hands work with her mouth as one hand sensually fondled his loaded balls, which ached with passion. Her other hand held his rigid stem straight up in front of her hungry mouth and his wet cockhead glistened, jerked, moved with desire in her hand. He shook his moans watching her sexy, pinkish tongue tip the end of his penis, ring around and around on his swollen cockhead, slide his throbbing prickhead into her hot, wet mouth and suck.
"OH, MY, GOD!" he yelled, tossing his dark head back and looking up at the ceiling. His hips quivered, slithered on the floor. He felt a prickle of lust shoot down his penis to his nuts and back up again with off shoots all through his pelvis. His asshole even puckered in delight!
He watched her cheeks hollow and puff with the sliding, sucking on his young cock. Her whisking tongue kept his prick in a constant state of excitement, throbbing, beating, pulsating wildly!
He was awed as he watched his cock slide in ... in ... in ... into her mouth!
Her lips were clear down to the base of his cock! She had all of his throbber inside her mouth, inside her tight throat! His tender cockhead felt the back of her mouth first ... then the tightness of her neck close on his swollen prickhead, he nearly flipped out!
He shook! Quivered!
His cockhead was in her throat!
He sat up and lowered his head to get closer to the action!
He could not believe his eyes!
His cock was devoured inside the woman's mouth ... all the way ... in her neck! His heavy pulsations jerked inside her as he touched his young hand to her neck and felt the full hardness in her neck!
He shuddered and sweat watching her lips nibble at the stem of his hot cock, feeling his prick inside her neck, touching her throat and feeling heavy throbs of his whang inside her soft skin!
"JESUS CHRIST!" he uttered, thrilled to near explosion.
She pulled her mouth up and off his throbber, kissing, slobbering her thick saliva all over his young cock to lather the stem before she thrust his cock back down inside her neck. Her tongue whisked spit all over his prick, bathing the rigid meat, lathering his hard cock, kissing, nibbling, wallowing his prick in her mouth and shoving the stiff prick to the back of her mouth and down her throat one more time!
Jim about shit! His excitement made him move in erotic spasms of passion, he kept her blonde curls back and away. He didn't want to miss even a tiny bit of this!
Sharon bobbed up and down, up and down on his rigid prick! She thrilled at his heavy beats of red hot blood gorging his rock-hard cock, feeling his throbs all through her head, banging against her skull! Her head reeled with thrills shooting stars across her eye lids.
Her loaded mouth and throat felt the thuds, the beats, the heavy throbs of his delicious cock all swollen and spitty as she bobbed up and down, up and down on his cock. Her tongue whisked across his precious prickhead sending sparks of passion through her hungry body!
God, she loved the luscious taste of his young cock! So hot, moist from her own saliva, the trickles of his gurgling lubrication juices, all so thick, coating the insides of her mouth, making a layer of thick, juicy fluid to coat her mouth, so sweet, so warm, so thick....
She was like an animal plunging the young, hard cock into her mouth, sucking, slurping, gulping tasting of his luscious lubrications, mouth watering for more and more of the cock juice. She had the bubbling, gurgling beginnings of a hot orgasm, now she wanted it all! His cum!
Sharon's hot, sensual body trembled with cravings. She adored this young prick, her head reeled, her crotch simmered, leaked her juices in eager anticipation of another fuck while juice from his cum the last time still trickled out of her snatch.
The rich aromas reeked to her nose, his thick, black pubic hair brushed against her face as she bobbed up and down, up and down on the stiff, young, hard dick! Her hands fondled his fully gorged nuts, feeling the softness of his skin, feeling around his balls, sliding down his slit to his puckered asshole to snub her fingers against the opening.
Her breath scorched the youth's bottom while she eagerly worked, her own passions mouthing to heights of near explosion! As she moved the sloppiness between her own legs got to the point where her thighs rubbed and slid against each other. His cum, her cum, and now, the most precious of all, she was about to get the blast of his rich, thick orgasmic fluids.
Sharon flipped her finger to snub the kid's asshole and poked gently. Her emotions flared violently as she forced one finger into his rectum, knowing fully once she got her finger inside him and up to his touchy spot she would get the jolt of a lifetime out of his young prick!
Slowly she wiggled her finger inside the youth's asshole and up inside his warm, tight tunnel. Chills of thrilling passion zipped through her shaking body at the wonderful feeling on her finger tips. He had a wonderfully exciting grip on her fingers as she worked slowly in, in, in to his hot, steaming shithole!
She saw the youth hover over her head which was securely sucking in his slobbery crotch. Her emotions surged, knowing she was thrilling him with every motion of her mouth as she slipped his young, stiff cock in and out, in and out, letting him see the deep plunges of his own prick. She trembled erotically, her hips moving slowly back and forth, gyrating, inching to coil her scorching, steaming pelvis to touch around his ass while she worked his nuts and cock and fingered his asshole. She felt the steam from his young sweet body as her own pelvis got closer.
She had him slightly on one cheek and leaning on one elbow as she slithered her steaming ass closer to his. Her fingers sank deeply into his asshole, feeling all the warmth, the tightness, the slippery juices.
She felt his one stocky leg over her shoulder as he leaned, kept her hair back away from her face so he could see every slobbering stroke of her mouth on his hard prick. The shakes of his body were obvious to her warm body which now was wrapped around his butt, her fingers rubbing in and out of his stretched asshole.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... HURTS ... ASSHOLE'S SO PULLED APART ... HOT ... BURNING ... OH, MY, GOD! A A A A A G G G G HHHHHHHHH . . .
UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ... YOUR MOUTH ... HOT, SLOBBERY, JESUS CHRIST ... OOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU he muttered, sweating, panting for breath.
The seduced youth rotated his pelvis on one hip forcing his blood-gorged cock deeper into her mouth, stuffing her full, his loaded nuts up tightly against her hot cheek, sweat leaking from the scorching pressure.
Every movement of her fingers in his asshole shot erotic jolts of lust to his prick, filled his body with fiery passion, made him quiver and shake as he continued to rotate and stuff, push in, his cock now hot against the back of her mouth ... craving to go down her neck ... her slobbery noises filling his roaring ears, sparks of desire shooting like fireworks through his young body!
His young hand on the back of her blonde, curly head held her face to his throbbing, pulsating prick....
In ... out ... in ... out ... of her sucking, slurping, gripping mouth slipped his sopped cock, beating, plunging, digging for more depth, pounding his lust through her ringing head!
Her experienced tongue worked his preciously throbbing cockhead, just under his swollen prickhead and on down his beating, thudding, thickly veined stem until she had it all!
All of his young dick was in her slobbery, watering mouth!
Her nipples rubbed on his bare ass flesh, her snatch gyrated against his backside, her fingers plunged to open up his asshole like a blooming flower....
She let go of all restraints as she engulfed the young boy's hot, quaking body with hers, took his cock into her throat, punched her fingers roughly up his ass....
She got the full spray of hot, scorching, thick young cream full blast in the neck, mouth!
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH, UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMM, OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." she muttered, her hands all over his pelvis, in his sticky pubic hair, up his asshole, feeling his stump of cock, tasting, swallowing, loving his blasting orgasm which flooded her mouth, leaked out of the corners of her sucking lips, lathered her cheek and his testicles....
"UUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! OH! MY, GOD!" he shouted, squirming hotly, wrapping his legs around her shoulders, feeling her hot, snorting breath like fire in his crotch, her digging fingers like acid ripping into his burning, stretched asshole, his whole body shaking, quaking, trembling....
The blast of his rich, smelly, delicious cum was almost more than she could take! My, God! His cum was so bittersweet! So delicious! So luscious! Her tongue whisked around and around like a mad snake, coiling, wrapping, spitting, sputtering, gulping in all the rich, lovely jism she could get!
Her fingers worked his wide-open asshole and hot, sweetly smeared nuts!
Sheer ecstasy and bliss belted through the youth's body, he squirmed, his head rattled with lust, his prick shot globs of thick cum into her sucking mouth making loud noises of squishing liquids ... her spit and his hot blast of cum all mixed up and tasting deliciously wonderful!
She held his pelvis tightly against her tits and snatch. Her hands were all over his quivering, jerking pelvis and the thrilling pressure of passion belted through her own body just feeling his, sucking his cock, knowing she was good for the kid, knowing she had sucked all of his jism out of his prick....
Knowing she was one damn good cocksucker!
Her erect clit fluttered in the slosh between her legs! Her trench was deliciously loaded with left over cum and now the river of her own lubrication juices....
She had to have the same pleasure she had given the young boy!
She had to make him go down on her, to suck her out, to tongue into her hole, to lick her clit, to make her cum!
Quick movements on her part over his jerking, wracking body and her snatch was over his flushed face feeling the hotness of his panting breath.
"DO IT TO ME! LICK ME! PUT YOUR TONGUE IN MY SNATCH!" she commanded, quivering with lusty excitement."
"A A A A AG GG HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, TOOOOOOOOO MUCH ... I ... CAN'T...." she heard him mutter, fighting to get from under her sloppy, cum drenched twat.
"OH, YES, YOU CAN, YOU HORNY LITTLE BASTARD! EAT ME OUT!" she commanded fiercely, her emotions mounting, her passions soaring out of control. "I DID IT FOR YOU, NOW YOU STICK THAT HOT, LITTLE TONGUE OF YOURS IN MY HOLE, BABY, MAKE ME CUM! I GOTTA HAVE YOUR HOT BREATH UP MY TWAT, YOUR TONGUE WIGGLING IN MY SNATCH! DO IT!"
Young Jim squirmed to get free of her leaking twat, of her heavy womanly aroma which engulfed his every breath, he could not do it! He had never fucked before and through glazed eyes he saw her soft folds of sweet pinkness right there! The dark spot of unknown depth which was her winking snatch was sooooooooo close to his face! My, God!
The kid didn't know what to do!
Damn that horny lady was hot after his cock again, licking, fondling, tasting his shot cum, tormenting his touchy cockhead with her tongue!
Jim tried to get away from her dripping, bubbling snatch. He simply could not bring himself to stick his tongue in her crotch. He had seen his mother do it and it had thrilled him to orgasm, but he could not do it! He tossed his head side to side feeling her firm thighs on either side of his feverish face. His nose touched her damp nest with his every movement to keep his face to the side of her slowly lowering snatchcrack.
He could not stick his face in her crotch! No way! Too much juice! Too much lather for him to swallow! He could not stick his tongue up her spasming twat....
She was all over his cock with her wet mouth, sucking, slurping, gulping in juices, noisily slurping hungrily at his limp prick, his soft, velvety rocks, her hands around each of his thighs digging her fingers into his asshole again, lathering his prick, snorting her passions into his steaming crotch ... and lowering her own slit over the youth's face!
Jim lay under her gyrating pelvis, fighting her, floundering like a fish out of water, trying to get away, yet entranced, engulfed, enveloped in the womanly smells, juices, pinkish crack over his face. He could not lick her snatch! That was it! No way!
Her fingers left his asshole and while she rested her feverish face on one of his hairy thighs while she nibbled on his soft cockhead, holding his prickhead in her warm mouth, she slipped her fingers to her own slit.
She spread her labia wide open!
He looked!
There it was! Her pink, glisteny crotch ... damp ... her snatch weeping for his tongue ... winking spastically ... her erect clit jiggling hotly for his mouth ... the rich, heavy aroma of her cravings....
The youth tried to push her pelvis up and away, swinging his head side to side, fighting eating her out....
He trembled at the feel of his hot cock in her mouth, her tongue licking, her teeth nibbling his prick back up hard! His body sparked again with desire.
The young boy was one mass of fiery flesh like a volcano, erupting again and again! His cock in her mouth was getting stone hard one more time. His body quivered to get away from her snatch and yet ... his cock wanted more and more of her mouth, more licking, touching, nibbling, nipping. His emotions surged.
Sharon couldn't wait! Her fingers had her snatchcrack spread and she closed her thighs against the youth's swinging head and smashed her crotch down on his steaming, flushed face.
She almost let go of his stiff cock at the wonderful feeling of his scorching mouth in her slit!
"HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned, sucking like a happy baby on his cock.
Her body quivered with delight and a certain amount of nasty wickedness as she felt the youth fight, spit, gasp to get from her eager snatch. Her fingers eased away and her labia closed over his mouth while her heavy womanly smells reeked in his' nostrils. Her emotions were so out of control she just could not help forcing her leaking snatch on his face. She felt wildly vile as she felt him squirm to get away, fight to free himself and she loved it!
She knew he had to open his mouth to breathe and when he did he got a taste of her juices! Hot Damn!
She felt spastic blasts of his hot breath as he gasped for air and got her juices along with it. She was nasty and wicked and didn't give a damn! She had a young buck's hot face in her snatchcrack and he was going to eat her out or she would smother him in her juices! Wild, nasty, vulgar feelings surged through her hot, passionate body. She moved her damp pussy back and forth across his snorting, gasping mouth feeling his hot breath on her fluttering clit, up her spasming hole and thrilling wickedly knowing his young face was smeared, drenched! His whiskery beard helped her flip completely out of control as the bristles of hair rubbed tantalizingly in her slit, touching all the tiny crevices of skin as they were scrunched tightly....She could not wide spread her legs since he was still floundering and gulping, spitting, fighting--- Her mouth was stuffed with his thumping, throbbing cock. She tickled his cockhead, spurred him on to sucking into her slit....
Fire shot through her body. Desire filled her gutsy belly. Passion mounted! She felt the tiny prickles of the beginning of one gigantic explosion. She loved it when her whole body felt electrified with sparks of twittering passion shooting to all parts of her crotch starting a fire which could not be put out unless she flooded it with cum ... thick, rich, luscious cum.
Her body was hot! Tremendously hot! Burning with desire! Consumed with passion!
She felt his floundering, fighting hands encircle her ass and all hell broke loose. Shudderingly she slowly opened her snatchcrack, her knees sliding away from his flushed face, and she sank into passionate oblivion ... the gates of heaven opened wide and his tongue crawled inside!
"Ooooo oooooooo, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuummmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly on his beating cock.
She felt like she was in slow motion glory, tossing, turning, spreading her legs wide for the youth, floating in softness of heaven, both of them spiraling in ecstasy, bliss, rotating softly, gently, touching, tasting the food of the Gods, licking, touching the most intimate parts of each other with their hearts as well as their hands ... floating, spiraling, rotating, gyrating ... slowly so as to relish each delicious taste and touch, to soak up each droplet of beauty of this moment....
Her clit vibrated like in a dream, her whole body was part of each vibration ... each exotic quiver ... each lovely feeling of his hot, young tongue, tasting, touching, sliding seductively up her slick slit to circle her vaginal opening ... and easily glide inside to a dark, soft, secret land of tightness, warmness, rich aromas, trickling juices, ecstasy....
To her the majesty and grandeur of his cock hovering over her as the two rolled and tossed erotically was more wonderful, delicious, thrilling than could be described ... heaven ... bliss....
All slow and easy, locked in each other's crotches, sucking, licking, nibbling their way to sexual exquisiteness ... drinking the juices of each other's crotches, wallowing in the heat, the plushiness of each other's crotches ... almost unconscious in blissful fulfillment as the cum flowed and drenched them with warmness, the beats of rock-hard cock against soft cheek and throat, the simmering heat of her watering, weeping twat....
Absolute wonder ... the utmost in sexual splendor ... letting it all open up for the other, not knowing if the supreme pleasure was his or hers, blended together in exquisite happiness of continual orgasm ... on and on and on....
Each tip and turn of the face brought new and wonderful thrills, a tit capped by a delicious, rigid nipple, a nibble here and there on a lovely mound of flesh, the warmth of soft-skinned balls against an open, moist mouth, the luxury of a beating cock, the thrill of heavenly tightness found only in her twat around his fingers ... tongue ... the continual flow of warm juices, the heavenly bliss of touching, fondling, rolling softly together as if in a heavenly dream, relishing each luscious smell, each delicious taste, every pulsation which demanded release ... not knowing if it was he ... or her who was feeling the blissful passionate thrill, close as if one in the wonder of exploring each other to the utmost and then! The plunge into beautiful, wonderful, fantastic fucking ... jn and out ... in and out ... cock locked in cunt ... thrusting ... beating ... both throbbing as one in lost oblivion of the most beautiful fuck, the thickest juices, the sucking mouths, the wallowing in juices, the tremendous thrills of passion engulfing them, holding them together, the continual flow of cum from both of them, basking in the cum, thick, warm, juicy, sooooo wonderful....
The rest of the world was as if it did not exist. Only Sharon and Jim ... all over each other, spraying cum in mouths, up clamping twat, and always, always the thrill of the hard, thumping, beating, pulsating cock!
Jim's cock was so glorious, so rock-hard, beating, pounding, throbbing and always sooooo satisfying, so perfect ... in her weeping cunt, in her sucking mouth....
Aaaaaahhhhhhh, the splendor the two shared ... the wonder of such fantastic fucking, the heavy breathing, the wonder of it all, like being lost in a sexual fantasy land and laying it all open for each other, wide open ... the bliss of his tongue laying flat and licking from one end of her squishy slit to the other careful to flick her tender clit and dabble a bit at her spasming vaginal opening ... the thick, harsh beats of his cock in her throat ... demanding so much more and more and more of her sucking, nipping....
Even a soft cock was beautiful ... in her mouth ... getting hard again for another plunge into her steaming twat. The fuck neither would ever forget ... in ... out ... in ... out ... in and more luscious cum drenching her snatch ... thickly ... hot ... heavy ... steaming....
And then unconsciousness ... the complete fading away from all reality ... rest ... beautiful sleep ... rejuvenation for the sex organs ... locked passionately in each other's arms, reeking of cum, satisfaction, joyful fulfillment....
CHAPTER FIVE
The days that followed were sheer hell for Sharon.
Her young son would bounce in and out of the mobile home, eat, drink, sleep ... and always had his buddy Jim with him.
Sharon's eyes would meet Jim's knowingly. She would see the bulge in his pants and nearly cry out for his cock. He drove her nuts, tormenting her, almost making her beg for him to sneak to her, anyhow, anyway, anywhere. Her crotch cried for his cock. She was almost delirious with passion every time she saw him. God, she craved her young lover!
Sharon got to the point she almost hated her own son. Benny was always around. Sharon never could get young Jim alone. She could kill her son at times. Why didn't he get lost for awhile? No, the two boys were always together. Damn it!
She was nearly frantic with desire to experience what she and Jim had experienced before. She had never been so completely satisfied before in her life. She had to get that young man alone again for awhile.
She discovered her own son was a definite pain in the ass. Why couldn't he go anyplace alone. Did he always have to be with her Jim? Besides her son, there was always the friendly neighbor to drop in, or Jim's mother, the sexy redhead. That was slightly freaky, to face Jim's mother for the first time after fucking the hell out of Jim. Each time got easier though. It got to the point Sharon did not feel even a pang of guilt, not a twinge, when she saw Janet. Why should she? Jim was just eighteen now and if he wanted to fuck that was his business, not his mother's.
But! Somebody was always around! Sharon could not get her Jim alone!
She did have times when she was alone to feel guilty. She knew she was much too old for the teenager. She was in her early forties but she didn't really feel that old. In her mind she felt just like she had when she was twenty years younger only with a little more experience under her belt. Still, when she saw the husky Jim, and she knew damn good and well how old he was, she felt like she was about the same age. She guessed the mind didn't change and the statement about being as old as you feel was true. When she was with Jim, she felt eighteen. The crow's feet around her eyes when she looked in the mirror told her she was much more than eighteen. Why couldn't she grow up and act her age? Other women were not running around with hot pants for some teen-age boy. She must be crazy.
Even though she knew she could not go to jail for fucking Jim, he was legal, she did get feelings from time to time she was doing wrong. What if his mother ever caught them? What could she do? Nothing except beat the hell out of Sharon or throw Jim out of the mobile home. That would not please Sharon to break up a home. That could be a problem, but not as serious as the one mulling around in her head right now.
Sharon knew the feeling. She was falling in love with Jim! That was terrible! She had a husband in the Navy. He was gone for awhile. He would soon be back. This had to be temporary insanity. To be in love with a boy a few months older than her own son? Crazy! Dumb! Stupid! She was horny, that was all. It would all pass when her husband got home.
What if Jim told her son?
That would upset her no end!
He wouldn't. He couldn't. Could he?
What boy of eighteen who was fucking a woman forty two would run around bragging about it? His friends would laugh at him. It was stupid to worry about that. Kids that age would consider her ready for the old age home. She was nothing to brag about with the younger set.
Then why did she give it a thought? She would just push that dumb thought right out of her mind. No, Jim absolutely would not tell her son he was fucking her. She would die of humiliation! She had been so loyal for so many years, to get caught fucking a young man when her husband had only a couple of years left in the navy would be a disgrace. Her husband would kill her and castrate the kid. Her husband now believed her to be a straight and faithful wife ... which she had been, up to now.
What was she worried about?
She couldn't even get Jim alone. She had only been with him once. Her mind was doing mental flip-flops about her lack of sexual activity. She needed a fuck and she knew it, only should she try and seduce Jim again? Really dumb. No! If she had hot pants, go to a bar like the other navy wives did. That didn't interest her. She wanted Jim! She was in love with the kid! How stupid could a grown woman be?
She could see it all now, a divorce, a marriage to a teenager, her own son and husband being made fools of while she went on her jaunty way with a kid. God! Of course, that would make Janet her mother-in-law. What better kind of mother-in-law than one who gave her daughter-in-law crotch jobs, went down on her, licked her trench.
Sharon didn't need a fuck....Her head was so fucked up right now she needed a shrink!
It must be loneliness again. It had all set in before. Every time her husband went out to sea Sharon suffered terribly. The stress of having all the responsibilities, the long nights alone, the constant gnawing in her gut for someone to hold her, the hurt that lay heavy on her chest ... just waiting for her husband to come home. Nothing in the world hurts so much as loneliness. It gnaws at the heart. Makes everything out of proportion, bigger like a mountain to climb ... ALONE! Loneliness lays heavy on the breast, like a rock that can not be moved.
The tormenting frustration of loneliness always seemed to seep into her being when her husband left her alone. Her son was her son and a responsibility. Yes, she loved her son, but even her love for her only child could not take away the loneliness that lurked in the house when George was out to sea. There was something about lying in bed alone, with the haunting feeling of loneliness, that was frightening. The idea of going everywhere alone was devastating. Sure, she had young Ben to talk to. About what? Football games? A child no matter how beloved can not remove the boulder of loneliness that presses heavily on the heart.
Usually after the loneliness has a good foothold in the heart, comes in depression. Down. Really down! Alone and down!
Nobody to care. Nobody to hold her and pat her on the head like she was a child to protect and love, even without fucking. Depression sinks in like a terrible disease ... won't let go ... dragging down. She had fought it many times like a drowning person struggling to get up and not swept to the bottom of existence to lay there unwanted, unloved, uncared for....
Oh, yes, Sharon knew well the feelings she had always experienced when George went out to sea. The other wives felt these nauseating thoughts, too, only they went out, cruising, looking for a fuck, for someone to hold them even if it was just for a little while.
The old song rambled through her head, "Help me make it through the night". Oh, how true. For somebody to even pretend she was important might possibly do right now. Pretend. Just pretend until her husband got home. Maybe that would release her from the squiggly monsters who called themselves loneliness, frustration, depression.
Sharon felt herself sinking one more time into the depths of these horrible feelings. A tear, only one, even her tear was alone, dripped down her cheek. The familiar lump was in her throat. The heaviness weighed on her breast.
She knew she should get up and do something. Like what? Cook? Clean? Listen to the radio? Television?
That's what she had always done before. Work at something. So she had a closet full of embroidery work done. Big deal. Nobody noticed if the sheets had fancy work on them, nobody noticed if the table cloths had a flower in the corner, nobody noticed or cared if the pillow cases had decorations on them or not, it was only a way to keep occupied while her husband was gone ... and this time it was not working!
She got a flash of an idea to get out a pillow case and put "FUCK ME" on it in bright red.
Sharon cried.
Fuck me, hell! Love me! Hold me! Touch me! Make me feel like I'm alive! A person, not alone! Fuck me! Eat me out! Touch me! Anything! Swear at me! Call me a lonely cocksucker only don't leave me alone anymore! Please, don't leave me alone to suffer and cry and hurt!
She wiped her eyes.
She would not fall into the pits of hell again, not this time. She knew her answer and come hell or high water, she would have her answer. She would fuck Jim one more time, and then another and another. She would not suffer the torment of loneliness no matter what the consequences.
She leaned back in her big rocker and closed her eyes. Her fingers went absently to her breasts to flick her nipples. Her thoughts went to the eighteen-year-old boy who could snap her out of her depression and make her feel like a woman again.
Oh, he did fuck good! She longed for that carefree feeling one more time. The floating in ecstasy with her young fucker. She could almost feel his hot tongue in her snatch. She squirmed hotly. She longed to fuck herself into unconsciousness life before ... with Jim. Oh, her beloved Jim. She had to have him. She loved him desperately ... or maybe it was like the song ... all pretend. Whatever it was, she would have that boy again!
"Oh, honey, don't flick your own tits," Janet cried, entering the mobile home unannounced.
Sharon felt like an idiot. Fingering her own breasts and having the redhead catch her. Sort of like her fingers just on the lid of the cookie jar.
"I must have been dozing ... didn't realize...." stammered Sharon.
"Here, I'll do that for you. More fun. Having a case of the hornies, huh? Don't feel bad, we all get them," Janet sighed, her fingers eager to open Sharon's robe and slip her sheer nightie down over her shoulders. "You do have lovely tits, dear." She sighed just looking:
"We ought to close the curtains, don't you think?" Sharon asked. She felt beat to even let this woman manipulate her body. That just wasn't the thing to do as far as Sharon was concerned. It was true that Janet really turned her on, but still, she felt like a fool letting the woman touch her. She felt like the saying of any port in a storm, and it made her feel like she wasn't woman enough to find a man to fuck. She was scraping the bottom of the barrel when it came to sex if she had to do it with another woman. She felt cheap and really unwanted. Sort of like the blind leading the blind ... one frustrated woman touching another for comfort. Sharon did not like the idea, but Janet's fingers pinching her nipples did feel good, better than the dumb feeling she got when she did it herself. To feel herself up was really the pits! Janet wasn't much better.
What the hell choice did she have? If she didn't want to fuck a man and be unfaithful to her husband, what or who was she going to fuck? Her sex drive went on even though her husband was not at home to satisfy her, so she could play with herself, which was humiliating and degrading, or she could let this woman suck her tits, like now ... or she could mess around with some kid ... not yet a man ... like Jim!
"We aren't going to close the drapes, dear. If somebody catches us, maybe it'll be a man and he'll want to join in the fun and we'll both be better off for it. Well fucked. Anybody else, who cares?"
Sharon's crotch itched horribly. She craved an orgasm. She did not want Janet to go down on her again. Repulsive. Sharon could not fight the woman though, she did do a good job on her heated emotions. No matter how degrading or low she felt, Sharon did like having somebody's hand on her body besides her own and it was true Janet knew just what to do to get her off.
"Why don't you relax?" Janet asked from her position on the floor in front of Sharon. Her fingers massaged Sharon's breasts, flicked her rigid nipples rather roughly. "I can feel the tenseness in your body. Not one relaxed muscle. Do you know that you need this? You'll feel better for it. We did it before, you know. What's the matter with you?"
"I just feel funny, like I'm a lezzie or something, you know?" Sharon squirmed.
"Look, honey, I'm no lezzie, just horny like you and all the rest of the frustrated wives left behind by our husbands. Look, Babe, this's just a temporary stay of execution from the looney farm. I'm just as hot as you are and I intend to have one helluva cum. Now if you'd rather I didn't touch you, just say so. Lady, I'll leave! If you wanna go nuts playing with yourself, go right ahead, be my guest. That just isn't my cup of tea." She dropped her hands from Sharon's breasts.
"I didn't mean to upset you. Really I didn't. It's just that ... oh, I don't know. In my mind some things are right and some are wrong ... and I guess anything not with my husband ... well, you know ... and a woman ... Oh, Janet, I don't know anymore! I'm so lonely I could die! Death wouldn't hurt as much as this pain I've got! I've always been faithful and loyal and...." she sobbed, leaning into Janet's open arms.
"I know, baby, I'm in the same boat. Oh, what a horrible word to use. Boat, ship, water, ocean ... ugh! Why our husbands chose the navy I'll never know. God! Do you really think our husbands are out there someplace, horny, suffering, longing for us? Or do you think that every time they hit port they go fuck? Really, what do you think? I want your honest opinion. Do you think they are loyal to us?"
Janet held the sobbing Sharon in her arms, caressing her shoulders, wiping away her tears, kissing her shoulders.
"I don't know," Sharon sobbed, her body wracking with tears.
"Yes, you do, Sharon. You just don't want to admit that maybe your beloved George is fucking somebody else. You know and I know ... whether we want to admit it or not ... we know even if they deny it ... My, God, Sharon, look at the aches we have. They have them, too. You know that."
"George says they are so busy on ship...."
Sharon protested.
Janet pushed Sharon up and away from her shoulder and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Did you ever know anybody who couldn't find time for a fuck? A quickie? A whore in some godforsaken port? Face it, Sharon, your husband is just like mine, just like you and I. We all have feelings, passions, emotions. We just don't tell them what we've been doing and they don't tell us, and that's good. I wouldn't want to actually know! You wouldn't either.
"I'll tell you one thing, dear. I have no intentions of going nuts wondering what my husband is doing nor do I have any intentions of letting my emotions drive me bats. If you don't wanna have me touch you, I won't.
"I'm no lezzie. Neither are you. We're just in trouble sexually and frankly I'll take my comfort where I can get it. When my husband comes home I'll be the sweetest, most loving wife ever, until he leaves me again. I can't stand not having sex.
"It's your decision, baby, I know what I'm gonna do. If not with you, then somebody else.
"I just wanna take away that hurt," Janet said, her finger encircling round and round the dark pink on Sharon's breast making her nipple rigidly erect.
"Two women...." Sharon said hesitantly.
"We did it before. I'll admit we were slightly tipsy, but it was good. Your crotch is so delicious. Your juices tasted so damned good. Come on, honey, pretend I'm a guy. Close your eyes and see if you can tell me I'm a guy or a gal. I'll fuck you with my fingers better than any man.
"We did this one time with another woman who couldn't get with it. It was in another town and she was about frantic, almost to the nervous breakdown stage. Let me show you." Janet reached into her pocket and dragged out a scarf.
Sharon let her put it around her head and Sharon could not see a thing.
"We're all playing a game. This one's like when we were kids, blind man's bluff or whatever the dumb, silly thing was. From here on I'm not going to say a word and you let your mind pretend I'm your husband or anybody else you wanna fuck. Just let go and enjoy. Pretend, babe."
Janet's words were so like what Sharon had been thinking. Maybe pretending was the solution to everything. She would try to put it out of her head that Janet's hands were now on her breasts, fondling, touching, pinching her nipples.
Sharon felt the itching twinge of excitement in her crotch and loved it. So if she did not have the son, Jim, she had the mother, Janet. Same blood and just as hot. Sharon let herself relax slightly at the touch of warm hands cupping her boobs, warm moist lips wisping across her sensitive flesh, hot mouth over her ridged nipple, sucking, tonguing, whipping lust and passion into her simmering body. Sharon loved it! The hot mouth was Jim's and his tongue was flicking her nipples to fiery stimulation.
The hot mouth on her breasts kept her passions going up and up, more heat added to the flame with every swish of wet tongue.
She felt her body caressed lovingly by warm hands gently pushing her flimsy gown down to her hips, pulling her ass to the edge of the rocker, slipping her gown off and to where....She could not see. She could only feel and the feelings were getting more intense, hotter, more passionate.
The hot mouth nibbled down Sharon's contracted belly and she reached for the blindfold. She had to watch this, she had to see the redhead bobbing around in her blonde crotch, had to see her every action!
The nibbling stopped abruptly. Not a word was said and Sharon knew she was not to look. Her punishment would be no more sex. She had to pretend or there would be no hot tongue on her dancing clit. It was so difficult not to look....
That little situation was quickly taken care of. Janet knew what she was doing. She had done it before many times. She got her ropes out of her other pocket and quickly, deftly held Sharon's wrists, kept them together and lifted them over the back of the chair. Slip knots were secured around her wrists and tied to the back base of the rocker before Sharon knew what had happened. Not being able to see did have its disadvantages and she was not sure if she liked the idea of being tied to her own rocking chair. She could not move else her circulation would be cut off.
This was something she had not counted on, Janet was a sadistic person. How sadistic, she did not know. Would the redhead take her advantage to the point of actually hurting her or was it all still pretend? The way she was tied, she could not move down and off the rocker and she could not move up. Not being able to see or move was suddenly very frightening to her.
"Janet, please untie me. I don't like this game at all," she said.
No response.
"Do you hear me! Untie me! The game is over! I can't pretend. I don't like this at all. Damn you, Janet, speak to me, answer me! Get these Goddamned ropes off of me right now!"
No answer, only the shuffling of Janet's feet as she padded around the living room of the mobile home.
Sharon drew in a deep breath to try and still her rising panic. She realized she was at Janet's mercy. She could not see and she could not move. She didn't know if her neighbors were at home or not, but that would be sort of dumb to yell for help. Wouldn't they get a laugh out of seeing her tied up in her own rocker, or would Janet suddenly release her and let her go?
"Janet, I do not think this is very funny! I can not imagine and do my pretending in this condition. Now, you get this shit off of me or I'll scream! Do you hear me!"
Sharon was not amused at her position at the moment. Naked, tied in the chair, no voice to answer her, no hands on her, she was not certain of what was to come next, but she didn't like this!
She heard a click and suddenly the room was full of loud, noisy music. Acid rock. Nobody would hear her screams over the yelling of the stereo. Jesus Christ, actually, if Janet wasn't with it, Sharon was in one hell of a condition ... HELPLESS!
God only knew what Janet was up to. Sharon's breasts heaved as it became more difficult to breathe. She would soon hyperventilate and probably pass out. Shit. This was a mess. She should not have let Janet get the upper hand. What had started out to be a naughty little affair with her friend was turning into a nightmare of horror.
Sharon could not hear any footsteps now. All she heard was the loud, abrasive music, irritating her to the pit of her belly. She worked on controlling the panic building in her body and did not do a very good job of it. If Janet would only talk to her, touch her, Sharon would at least know where she was and what she was doing.
Sharon had heard of things happening, sadistic people using masochistic people for all sorts of torture and horror. She was into this situation and could not get out, at Janet's mercy, helpless. Her mind rambled to all the horrible things her friend could do to her ... especially if she knew Sharon was fucking her son!
My, God!
Panic raged through Sharon's body. Her mind built up all sorts of horrible things, whips, chains, snakes, torture of all kinds!
No, she was with her friend. Nothing would happen to her. She must control herself or she would scream hysterically, frantically!
Sharon's body shook, not with passion but fear. She tried the ropes. They were quite secure. She could not move. She gasped for breath. Terror rippled across her cold, clammy flesh. She was really so damned dumb she could not believe herself. To get into this situation was about the most dumb thing she had ever done in her life.
She was supposed to be pretending. Pretending what? She had not counted on ropes. No lover of hers would use ropes on her and tie her so she could not caress his nuts and cock. How in the hell was she supposed to pretend this was her husband or lover? Anyone she WANTED to fuck would not need ropes, not need to force her, not need to scare her for she would want to love them back, to suck cock, touch balls, kiss his asshole!
She did not like force!
She wanted to give her all, give, give, give! Not be forced!
Panic raged. Her breathing was hot and heavy, labored!
She prayed somebody would come to the door. The drapes were wide open. Surely Janet could not be planning anything too dangerous for her, not right in front of an open sliding, glass door.
Sharon dared not struggle against the ropes. She had no choice except waiting....
She felt something rub across her lips. At first she could not make out what it was, then from the slight, small indentation she knew it was a cock. She felt the piss-hole!
The smoothness of the velvety soft cockhead teased Sharon. The cock felt so warm, so smooth against her lips, she could not resist tasting of the prickhead.
She put her saliva covered tongue to the smoothness and shivered her happiness. All fear gone, she licked as the tormenting cockhead slipped back and forth across her lips. She felt the soft skin of gorged balls against her neck and upper chest. God, it must be a long cock!
Janet didn't have a cock! What was this? Had she brought some man in? What the hell was going on?
The words came back to her dizzy head ... PRETEND!
The whole thing had to be pretend, but what if it wasn't? What if that cockhead caressing her lips was Jim's? Sharon shuddered with growing lust. The cockhead teased her mouth open a little at a time, slowly the cockhead slipped inside her warm mouth. She felt with her tongue the slippery prickhead which gurgled with warm, thick creamy juice. Lubrication. Her searching mouth enveloped the swollen cockhead while her eager tongue prodded at the piss-hole to taste what seemed almost like the luscious cream she was used to, it coated her mouth the same, it felt the same....
It couldn't be! Janet would not bring a man into her house and watch him stuff his cock into her mouth ... would she?
Pretend! Let the good times roll, gal, pretend it's Jim's delicious prick! Tastes the same, feels the same, enjoy!
In front of his mother! God no!
Sharon could not reason this out so....
Her tongue flicked the delicious cockhead and she tasted the thick, lathering juice and felt the simmer in her crotch grow to a glowing flame. Her hungry mouth sucked in on the cock, her lips closed tightly around the gigantic prick and felt it slip and slide, in and almost out of her mouth. The cockhead, swollen, velvety smooth, juicy always stayed inside her sucking mouth. The softly hung nuts rubbed against her chin, tormenting her to passionate heights.
As the cockhead worked in and almost out of her watering, longing mouth, she felt warm hands on her lower belly. She relaxed to their warmth until she felt other hands at her ankles, tying each widely apart to the front rockers.
Sharon and Janet were not alone! There was somebody else in the room!
Sharon was slightly unglued, not knowing how many....There was definitely a live cock in her mouth, two separate sets of hands working on her lower body, and now she was tied with her crotch spread wide.
The warm hands on her belly caressed her as they worked around her naked hips, up and down her body, hugging her waist, touching at the blonde pubic hairs of her nest. So warm, so soft and delicate, so loveable.
The huge cock slipped far into her mouth to the back of her oral opening, to the beginning of her throat. She felt the harsh throbs, too harsh, beating, throbbing, pounding inside her head, rocking her brains, making her more dizzy with lustful passion, pushing at her neck, throbbing, dribbling lubrication juices with each bump against her throat.
She almost cried with desire at wanting to touch the soft skin of the testicles dangling on her chin, bobbing back and forth, making her sweat with desire. If she could only get her hands loose, God, she wanted to touch the cock, to cradle the balls, to do her own thing.
The hands on her belly inched down into her split crack.
Singeing sparks of passion zoomed through her body and it no longer made any difference how many people saw her naked, poked fingers in her, stuffed cocks into her mouth....Her lust for an orgasm would be fulfilled shortly. She slithered her ass on the rocker as the hands fondled into her oozing slit. She had never had her clit worked on so beautifully. If she thought the hands touched, tormented, pinched and tweaked her clit, she almost went berserk with erotic passion when she felt the heat and moisture of his mouth on her clit, sucking like a baby, tugging, pulling her rigid peak into the warmth of moisture.
She would have cried out in ecstasy but the cock in her mouth was so big, pounding, belting back and forth, pulsating, leaking....
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH, OOOOHHHHH, UUUUMMMMM, she managed to get out.
The hands at her crotch separated her folds of labia wide apart for the tongue, each soft, pink fold was licked, nibbled and the mouth was right back on her clit.
God, he was good! His mouth and hands knew exactly what to do to her.
Sharon loved it all!
She grunted passionately at the hard thrust of fingers into her slobbery cunt. She was crammed full of him from the penis in her mouth to his fingers in her weeping, clasping twat.
Her imagination was in full swing now. She had the young boy lying on her sort of up side down. She was tied to the rocker at about a forty-five degree angle, her mouth was pumped harshly with his stabbing, beating cock and his young, hot face was between her legs. His fingers pushed into her eager, clutching twat while his blazing tongue fired up her dancing clit.
Ohhhhhhhh, how wonderful to have her young fucker back again, working her twitching clit with his tongue, around and around the rigid peak and sucked in roughly with nibbles of sharp teeth spiking her to higher and higher heights of passion, unleashed, wild, frantic!
Her hot ass slithered back and forth on the edge of the rocker seat, gyrating, punching to get his slowly moving tongue, which was tormenting her to madness, into her weeping snatch. Her twat cried for his tongue!
To Sharon a good tongue fuck was the ultimate in fucking! She adored a stiff cock, but, oh, baby, a hot tongue just sent her into orbit! She loved his sniffing around between her legs, his hot mouth first on her torrid vaginal mouth, just rimming around and around, then ringing around and around her rigid clit, a nibble on the fiery little bud, a nip to the rosebud of ecstatic pleasure, and still more of his tongue licking and lapping flatly, dug into her trench!
She wanted to scream her hysteria, but the cock in her mouth kept plunging home, deeper and deeper, throbbing, pulsating, beating out desires for release! His balls sweat against her face and his rough pubic hair brushed her chin as the young motherfucker fucked her face, tongued her crotch, and drove her rattly head bananas while her body was on fire with erotic passion, slithering desire, frantic longing!
Sparks of lust shot up and down her spine, her gut contracted with erotic splendor, her twat wept and oozed to mix with his hot spit, his pelvis pumped in and out of her mouth making each thrust of his cock go deeper and deeper into her mouth, to the beginning of her throat, down her neck!
Her hands and feet struggled against the ropes that bound her. She wanted to grab the hot, young ass at her face and dig her fingers into the flexed buns. Her legs could clamp around his head if he would only untie her! She was helpless to move except her rotating, gyrating pussy!
Spit trickled out of her mouth as she sucked on the delicious cock, all creamy, lathered with warm juice which kept bubbling, gurgling out of the tip of that majestic cockhead. Her soft cheeks hollowed and puffed, hollowed and puffed while her tongue went wild licking, lapping, hungry for the thick, beating prick to explode in her mouth. She didn't want his hot, young sperm down her throat, she wanted to taste! To feel the inside of her cheeks lathered with his smooth cream! Her mouth sucked and pulled on his cock dragging his his juices from his dangling nuts, sucking, slurping, begging silently for his cum ... SHE GOT IT FULL FORCE!
Cum sprayed, splattered all over her mouth! Fierce pulsations beat out each throbbing glob of hot, thick, delicious cream into her hungry, demanding mouth!
"HHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMM ... OOOHHH ... AAAGGGHHHH ... UUUUUUGGGHHH ... EEEEEIIIIAAAA," she managed to utter as she demolished glob after glob of spewing cum.
The wet splashing of his torridly hot jism served to flash her own fiery passions to higher soarings, not put out the fire. Her hips rolled, gyrated while her own spasming twat simmered, boiled and shot like a geyser of delight!
Her pussy punched forward to grasp onto his spiked in tongue! She trembled with excitement as his tongue wiggled hotly up inside her tunnel of love urging more and more of her juice into his mouth, his fingers working her labia to a sleek, glisteny sheen. Her hips rotated and punched, shoved to his feverish face, pushed her crotch to nearly smothering her tongue fuck!
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, UUUUUUUUMMMMMM," she gargled, her mouth full of his constantly spewing cum. He tasted so damned good and his cock never went down, continued to pulsate, beat, throb, rock her dizzy head into a Disneyland of stars and ecstasy!
Her erotic, sensual body sizzled with passion, her mouth gulped and swallowed all the sperm his young cock could shoot into her with the extra juice dribbling down her chin and dripping to her naked breasts.
Her lips slid up and down on his rigidly pumping, shooting cock feeling his swollen cockhead slip to her wet, coated lips and plunge back inside her full, swallowing, gulping mouth to her neck. Some of his endless river of delicious cum leaked down her throat without her having to swallow....She was a mass of wet, slippery cum, continually shooting from his hot, pulsating cockhead. Her tongue whisked across his smoothness, his velvety slick cockhead. Her moans of ecstasy were heard above the squishing, slurping sounds of his cock thrusting, pumping in and out, in and out, in and out! Her flushed, sweaty face steamed as his testicles got limp and sweetly soft against her slippery cheeks. His brush of thick hair was matted and rough on her soft, warm skin as his rock-hard prick kept punching, thrusting, pulsating, throbbing and shooting her mouth fuller of his jism!
It was unreal the amount of his young, hot cum!
Her hips slithered in his spit and her jerking orgasm, her ass sliding in a puddle of leaking juices, still his mouth lapped her to continual, sparking, spluttering orgasm, her body an explosive, passionate mass of simmering flesh, wet, sloppy with her juices, dribbling on and on!
Her crotch was a lathered river of cum and saliva. The heavenly smells of her womanly cum seeped to her nose as the hot, blazing tongue dug into her creaming twat, wiggled more and deeper, continually keeping her in a state of spiraling bliss, up and over the clouds of joy, up to heavenly fulfillment!
Oh! If she could only hold the pumping, thrusting cock as it slid into her well drenched mouth, still thumping, beating ... only weaker now.
She felt his soft, soft testicles all over her face sliding in the mixture of his cum and her saliva. Her inner cheeks were coated with his delicious juice as she swallowed the last drop and dug her tongue into his piss-hole for more....Her heart begged for more and more as the heat tapered off gradually until she had one weak cock wallowing around in her mouth....HMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm.
Her body was well tongued, spent, done in. His hot tongue licked the last of her shooting juices, nibbled on her soft lovebud, snorted pleasure and his hot face rested on her contracted lower belly.
His cock, deliciously soft and warm, left her mouth and his sweaty, smeared nuts lay to the side of her panting mouth.
"OHHHH, AGGGHHHHG, UUUUMMMMM," still spasming she managed to groan and gasp as she trembled from such a perfect tongue fucking.
It didn't matter she could not see. Her eyes were closed in contentment. Her body fairly hung by the ropes in sheer exhaustion.
"Oh, my, God," she muttered.
She didn't want the blindfold off. In her imagination her young Jim lay next to her in the sixty-niner position, huffing and puffing just as she was doing, letting her body and his cool off before they fucked with his thudding, beating prick up her grabbing twat.
To her regret, the blindfold did come off and she was really shocked to see the contraption over her face ... a Goddamn dildo hooked to either side of the rocker with straps. The soft nuts lay sweetly beside her face, but were only artificial! The soft rocks were not gorged now, only softly deflated since she had all the warm, delicious juice down her throat....
It had all seemed so real! Her mind had Jim's body with hers! Not true!
She blankly watched Janet's cum drenched face sparkle with her wetness as she released the ropes from around her ankles and wrists.
Janet's face was covered one more time with Sharon's drizzly cum.
Sharon shuddered at herself. She had loved every minute of the tongue fucking. Maybe she was a lezzie ... and that dildo was something else ... so realistic, hard, penetrating.
"So tell me, honey, was it good?" Janet asked, licking her lips in a seductive manner that sent chills up and down Sharon's body.
Sharon nodded, coming back to reality, knowing she loved Janet's little tricks and her magnificent tongue work in her crotch. Her mind could and did play tricks on her. She let it. She let it all hang out and her mind took over bringing the youth right into the sexual act, God it was good!
Janet was crouched between her legs resting her arms on Sharon's thighs, still licking the cum from her lips as she asked, "Now, tell me, was it your husband you were thinking of? Or maybe somebody else?" There was a bit of devilishment in her voice as she asked.
"I just was so surprised by it all ... I'm not sure ... I've never been tied up before," Sharon said, rubbing her wrists which were not hurt, just irritated.
"When you can't see and the imagination runs wild, it's really neat. I've been mind fucked by just about every man or boy I've ever wanted to be. That dildo cost me a fortune, but, baby, is it worth it. You were really spaced out. Who were you thinking about? Not me, I'll bet," she giggled, her pert nose wrinkling. She was actually a very attractive woman for her age, the same as Sharon. Her peaches and cream complexion haloed by the red hair and a dot here and there of freckles. She was on the round side and her ample breasts would entice anybody in their right mind.
Yes, Sharon had to admit Janet was a pretty woman, but not the person she had been thinking about during the tongue fuck....Sharon had been thinking about her eighteen-year-old son, Jim, the best fuck she had ever had....Fantastic for his age and inexperience. Or else that was all in her mind, too. Sharon had, nevertheless been thinking about the young man with the lovely cockhead, the precious body, all his dark hair, young, tough beard, strong hands, and yet ... virgin quality ... or had been until Sharon had finished with him. It was Jim! Young Jim she had thought about, not his redheaded mother. Oh, yes, she had creamed her crotch for the young son of this redheaded sex fiend.
"Come on and tell me," Janet begged. "What are friends for?"
"I don't know," Sharon lied.
"Some of the girls and I in other towns have gone so far as to pretend all sorts of weird things. We've blindfolded each other and trickled spaghetti over our bellies and pretended worms were crawling, or snakes and then given tongue jobs and pretended a snake had crawled up inside our snatches. Oh, if you have a good imagination you can really do some far-out things with your head and a blindfold. Ever pretend you were sliding down a snow capped mountain while somebody crammed ice up your snatch?
"This sort of thing can either be sexual or weird or whatever you want. You can pretend you are being raped or anything.
"Just something to pass the time while the old man is gone, you know. I know what I'd pretend if you ever did this to me. Sometime we'll do it that way, you tie me up and do your thing."
Sharon would never admit to Janet what she had been thinking about her young son. It was enough Sharon had fucked his cherry away from him and forced her oozing crotch to his face. She certainly would not say anything to his mother even though it seemed to Sharon that Janet would fuck anything that would fit up her twat. Only usually Janet gave the thrill to her, didn't take any for herself. Janet could get off, it seemed, on just pleasing Sharon.
Just because Janet considered Sharon her good friend and sucked her pussy, Sharon didn't think the redheaded woman would understand about Sharon fucking her handsomely rough young son. The kid looked like he had worked construction or been a logger, he had a beautiful body. Actually he had been quite shy and managed to stay clear of her after that first fuck. The kid was timid though he looked strong and sure of himself, very confident. He wasn't, but he looked that way. The kid did not have muscles that looked constantly flexed and hard, he just stood solid. His stocky body gave him the appearance of being older, more sure, when in reality he had been a virgin ... A SHY VIRGIN!
Sharon's thoughts about her young fucker were interrupted by Janet.
"Shall I tell you who I would imagine fucking if I was blindfolded?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't mean to ignore you. I was just thinking," Sharon said.
"About who?" Janet teased.
Sharon shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Just a whole group of things, you know how it is."
"Let me tell you my dream. Promise me you won't get mad or anything." Janet snuggled up to Sharon's crotch as if to tell her something very secret. Her elbows hung over Sharon's naked thighs and Janet's face rested on her damp pussy hair, her chin barely touching as she looked Sharon straight in the eyes.
"You gonna get mad if I tell you?" she asked.
So go ahead and tell me about my husband. You were talking about the men out to sea. Tell me about being fucked by him before he came home to me. Any port in a storm were your words. Tell me. No, I won't get angry. He is probably fucking out there someplace, but I do not want to know!
"I won't get mad," Sharon sighed, feeling Janet's hot breath seep into her trench as the two women sat in front of the open window.
"YOUR SON! THAT'S WHO I'VE GOT THE HOTS FOR...." she blurted out.
Sharon, shocked, sat up straight and glared at Janet.
"WHO!" she demanded.
"See, I told you, you'd get mad. Sorry, but that kid of yours is a doll. I'll bet he's never fucked, either."
"Why are you talking about my son like this? You are not going to fuck him! You keep your goddamned hands off my son! Do you hear me?
You damned cuntsuckin' bitch!" Sharon screamed at Janet.
"See, I told you, you'd get mad. You gotta admit he is a doll. Blond hair like an angel ... and his mother. Sweet, shy. Slender. I'll bet he would be good. Innocent. He's a doll right straight from heaven," Janet said softly, her eyes dreamy.
"Are you crazy? You're talkin' about MY SON! There is no way in hell you're gonna lay one finger on him! I think you better go home and not come back," Sharon said firmly.
"Really?" Janet asked impishly. "You like what I do to you. Do you really want me to leave? Do you really want me to let you alone and not ever make you cum again? Is that what you want? Why should you get so upset if I say your son would be a great fuck? Would you rather I said he was a nerd, a dope, ugly? I don't think so."
Sharon sat up and started to put her clothes on. She hooked her bra and pushed her titties inside the filmy material. Still she had enough cleavage to drive Janet to distraction.
"Such beautiful breasts. Lovely. I love them both, and your nipples, so delicious. HHHHHMMMMMMMMMM, and your crotch, oh, my, God," Janet sighed hotly so her scorching breath singed into Sharon's trench. "I'll never be able to tongue into your luscious cunt again if you send me home. You'll be back to being alone, lonely, untongued."
Sharon cringed at those thoughts.
LONELINESS!
SEXLESS!
FRUSTRATED!
Janet had to be the devil of womanhood. She was good at tongue fucking and Sharon would miss her passionate delights. She would miss her steaming tongue in her crotch licking her clit, digging into her snatch, nipping her tits.
There was a limit! Sharon would not have her son molested by this redheaded bitch! Janet would make a fucking maniac out of him! No! No! She herself would have to make the sacrifice and never let this woman in her house again! She was sick! To tell another woman she would like to fuck her young son! Terrible! Wicked! Vile! Horrible! A real pervert! Janet was all of these ... sick in the head!
"You like what I do to you. Why should your son be restricted? Don't you want him to have some fun out of life, too? If my tongue is good enough for you, why not your son? I won't hurt him, you know and besides, I said I would imagine it all. I didn't say I would do it," Janet said in a way of apology.
Janet didn't want to go cunt looking and she had a good thing going with Sharon. Janet didn't really want Sharon angry with her. She knew she didn't as she breathed in and gota whiff of Sharon's womanly juices. Janet had to eat that cunt again and again. She knew she never should have said a word about young Ben.
Janet's finger traced down Sharon's belly as Sharon pulled on her blouse that lay over a chair from the day before.
Sharon shook at the touch of the warm, tender fingers trying to wirk into her snatch. She got up and moved to put her pants on.
Janet looked at Sharon, her eyes glazed.
"I won't touch your son. Just let me tongue you again. Don't be mad at me. I need your cunt. I have to have sex. You let me do anything to you. I need your pussy, please forgive me ... please....
Sharon, don't take your snatch from me ... I won't touch your son...." Janet begged, pleaded.
Sharon stood, fully dressed, looking at the disgusting woman sitting on her floor. To even think of fucking Benny was enough for her. She would go nuts from loneliness before she considered letting the redheaded witch touch her beautiful son, her virgin son, her adorable son.
"GET OUT! DON'T COME BACK! don't YOU DARE TOUCH MY SON!" Sharon screamed hysterically at the redheaded woman who seemed suddenly repulsive. "OUT! OUT! DON'T TOUCH MY SON! DON'T YOU DARE FUCK MY SON! GET OUT!"
CHAPTER SIX
Sharon watched the redheaded woman flip out of her house, walking very jaunty, like she owned the world. Not at all like she had just been part of a tongue fucking, crotch eating fling and then told off by Sharon.
Sharon sat down on the couch. She would miss her. She tingled at the thoughts of what Janet did to her crotch and of the magnificent dildo. Her thoughts made her crotch cream just thinking about Janet's tongue in her pussy, licking, nibbling, nipping on her clit.
Sharon simply could not have such a woman fucking her innocent son, Ben. The very idea was absolutely repulsive! A woman her age trying to seduce a mere child like her innocent Benny. God forbid. How warped could a person get?
Sharon shivered.
All the vile thoughts she was thinking about Janet were her very own! The only difference was Sharon had done, acted out the thoughts! She had fucked the other woman's son!
Her wickedness hit her full force. She must be mad, insane, crazy to have seduced Jim.
She did it though. She planned to do it again. She dreamed about fucking the young man again and just moments before when Janet had been licking her crotch, she had imagined it to have been Jim. Talk about mad woman Janet, Sharon was the nut. She knew it, and she could not help it. It was as if she was compelled to try for Jim's cock one more time ... and another and another and another. The difference was Sharon was in love with Jim and Janet just had vile, nasty plans for her son, Ben. Love and lust were two different things she kept telling herself. Her other argument was that she had not been in love with Jim when she seduced him, so she was just a plain old horny woman like the detested Janet.
Did the age difference really make that much difference?
It certainly didn't seem to as far as Sharon was concerned. Sharon had never had such a good fuck and from a virgin, too. He seemed not to mind that he was a virgin. He had been an excellent student, ready and eager to learn ... except, perhaps he had not been too crazy about the oral bit until he really got forced into it. Sharon remembered he had done fine, just fine and she tingled as she thought about the young man.
Sharon did not feel guilty about fucking a virgin. Down deep inside, maybe she had a few qualms, but basically, she was happy about the whole thing. He was such a nice boy, sweet, innocent to the dumb point, but he learned, fast! He was a strong boy. He could have dumped her flat on the floor if he had not wanted to fuck and suck, but he didn't.
Her son would not react like that horny Jim. Her son was different. Her son was sweet and innocent and would never, never get into that position. If someone offered her son a piece of ass, he would turn on his golden heel and leave. Her golden boy was perfect, not marred by any sexual wants or needs. He was super-human....GOD LIKE!
That crude person, Janet would really get put down if she tried anything with her son. No way would her darling Benny do anything that was dirty and wrong.
Was sex dirty and wrong? Sharon certainly did enjoy it.
She should have thought of her son as pure. That was it. Her adorable son was pure, too pure to be interested in sex. No, he definitely would not fuck. Probably ever. Never. Her son was perfect. If he ever did mess around it would be with some lovely girl, some darling young girl who would first walk down the aisle and marry her handsome son. Then the two of them, being so perfect and clean and GOD LIKE, would only screw for the purpose of having darling, perfect children. Her son, Benny, was too perfect, too saintly, too pure to lower himself to sex, especially with a woman like Janet.
Janet's snatch had to be property of the United States and her tits the original Community Chest. Janet was old, used, abused, nuts!
Benny, the pure, would never, never touch an old whore, lezzie, slut like Janet! Not her son! No way!
That made Sharon just as much of a lezzie as Janet. She had been touched by another woman. That simply was not true. Sharon was just lonesome. That was an excuse for having Janet's face in her crotch? Sort of flim-flammy, but what other excuse and it was the truth, anyway.
As far as fucking young Jim, that too was brought about by loneliness. Now Sharon loved him. Boy, was Sharon fucked up. What she did was fine. The idea of her ex-friend doing the same with her son was nauseating, filthy, vile, repulsive.
What made the difference?
Sharon's son was her son and no old woman was going to fuck him! That was it! Final! The end of the whole subject and the end of a friendship! Sharon would not speak to Janet again much less allow her on the place!
Sharon was so disgusted with the sexy redhead it almost made her vomit. She would tell her son about the conversation and they would both get a big laugh over it. Her son would be embarrassed at first, but when he saw the humor of the situation, he, too would laugh at Janet. No son of Sharon's would even be interested in the crotch of a very used Navy wife. The whole thing was disgusting and her son would see Janet for what she was....
Sharon knew what she was, deep down. The same as she was. Lonely, frustrated, frightened, alone, and horny. Only Janet better not do anything to her son like Sharon had done to Janet's son! Sharon would kill her!
Sharon believed in the double-standard. She could do certain things because she was older and experienced, had been married for years and this was only a temporary situation. Her love for the youth was not temporary and she did not know what would become of that, but her darling son would never do the things Sharon was doing. Not her sweet baby.
Sharon could rest assured of her son's purity, sweetness, saintlyhood.
She rested on the couch knowing her son was a good boy.
So was Jim and she longed for that kid's cock! God, how she wished the kid would come back to her freely, of his own volition and they could fuck themselves into oblivion again. He had the most precious cock, the most delicious cum! She shivered just thinking about Jim ... her Jim ... young, strong, shy, sensitive Jim ... HER LOVE.
Sharon lay on the couch day dreaming about young Jim and his magnificent cock just wishing, hoping, praying he could come over ALONE. Usually the word "ALONE" meant horror to her, but in this case, she wished he would come alone and the word "ALONE" meant pleasure. She guessed things just took on different proportions depending on the situation.
She rolled onto her side thinking of different positions she could get the youngster into, different things she could try on him, but her main interest was to get his young, bearded face into her steaming crotch.
God, how she adored oral sex! Loved it! Went into spasms just thinking about it! Her mouth full of young, throbbing cock while her crotch was licked and tongued! Wonderful! The ultimate in sex!
"Hi, mom," said Benny coming into the mobile home.
"Oh, hello, dear," Sharon said getting up off the couch. "There's cookies and milk."
Her eyes surveyed her young man-child. No way. He was much too thin, not developed into a young masculine type person. Too beautiful. His blond hair just to his ears was like a halo around his sweet face. His sweet face so like an angel. There was no way her son could possibly be contaminated by that redheaded bitch. He was too perfect, too young, too innocent. His lean body went into the kitchen with her hot on his heels.
She got the milk out of the fridge and set it on the table, plunked her butt in one of the captain's chairs and was ready to talk. She watched her son bend and look under the cupboards and reach for a glass way up high. He leaned against the cupboard board and no ... in no position did his crotch stick out obscenely. His pants did not tent like he had a hard-on. He was simply too preciously perfect!
"What happened at school today?" she asked.
"Nuthin' much," he said still looking for something to eat besides cookies and milk. He knew his mother still thought he was coming home from the first grade and she always had the damned cookies and milk, but he hated them! Cookies and milk, cookies and milk, cookies and milk. Why not raw eggs or avocados for his sex life? He didn't have a sex life but the way all the guys talked at school, he was about the only one who didn't.
He sort of fell, sprawled into a captain's chair and would have to settle for the damned cookies and milk until dinner time. Some of the guys bragged about smoking and a couple even about having a beer when they went home ... and what did he get? Cookies and milk. Bless his stupid mother. Why didn't she let him grow up?
He knew she would have a cat-fit if she knew he and Jim had seen their mothers, tit to tit and face in crotch that night at the barbeque. God, if she could do those things why couldn't he? His young body craved to know, find out what it was all about. What was it really like to fuck?
He probably would never find out. His mother was always at home with her damned cookies and milk or a bar-b-que for him. She was smothering the life out of him with her love. He did not need her protection and cookies and milk. He needed a beer. She would flip out if she knew what he really needed ... a fuck. Ever since his buddy Jim had told him about the "older woman" he was having an affair with, Ben had been green with envy.
Jim had told him all about fucking and eating out her snatch and her mouth hot on his cock while he had an orgasm, but he would not tell Ben who the woman was or how much older or any details. From a slip of the lip Ben knew the woman was blonde.
That's all he knew. Ben stayed close to his buddy in the hopes of finding out who the woman was and maybe getting his cock in her cunt, too. If she was nice, she probably would let him experiment. She had all but raped Jim, or so he said.
Ben wasn't sure if Jim was bragging or really had fucked. The way he described fucking he probably had done it, but with whom? Ben really wanted to know. He had the urge just to try it and see what it was like. He wanted to know. He kept bugging Jim, hanging around him, asking him questions and got nowhere.
Ben was not brave enough to go chase a girl and fuck her. He wished this blonde woman, whoever she was, would attack him and let him know the feelings that made Jim shake when he talked about fucking. God, it must be terrific!
Ben gagged down his cookies and milk.
"Really good, mom," he lied.
His mother was blonde. No, that wouldn't be the woman. His buddy wouldn't have the guts to fuck his mother. Benny knew his mother had never gone out, never done anything wrong in her whole life ... except he did see her that night with Jim's mother, the night both he and Jim had jacked-off in the bushes watching their mothers.
For a long time that picture had stayed with him. He had hated his mother for letting the other woman eat out her crotch, but at the same time Ben had gotten a thrill out of seeing the two women loving it up, touching naked bodies, slurping on crotches. It had thrilled him to the point he had held his cock tight and felt the throb of lust.
Ben had thought the women had pretty breasts and pussy snatches, but he hadn't thought of fucking his own mother or Janet. They were too old and how many boys thought of fucking their own mothers? He had learned in psychology class that it was every boy's dream to kill his father and fuck his mother like it was every girl's dream to fuck her father. Ben had never looked at his mother in any way other than as a mother until that night he saw her and Janet hot at each other.
Now he looked at her with a different view. She was blonde, like Jim's older woman, his mother did have tits that were big and plush, her waist was slender, her hips well rounded. He had seen her naked with Janet, but he excused that little deal due to her drinking.
Ben had not seen Janet around much so he knew his mother had told her to go to hell after that bar-b-que night. Ben would expect that of his mother. She had always been faithful to his father. His mother would never do anything wrong, except if she was out of her head on booze, like that one night, and she certainly would never fuck his best buddy, Jim.
Ben felt flushed and ashamed to even have considered the idea of his mother and Jim. It was only because his mother would be considered an "older woman" and was blonde. To Jim and him an older woman could be some chick in her twenties.
Ben looked at his mother. He supposed she was attractive to older men. He thought his mother was pretty, but he had never thought of her having affairs, especially with a young guy like Jim. Ben couldn't figure why the thought even entered his mind, but it did and he could not seem to get it out. It was such a dumb idea!
His mother was too hung up on cookies and milk!
Ben wondered what it would be like to fuck his mother. She was pretty and in the dark who can tell age. He wouldn't see the little crinkles in her nose nor the crow's feet from concern about his father. She would just be a very soft, pretty lady with blonde hair....That's what Jim had called his lady. Soft, warm, delicious tits, warm breasts, rigid nipples, soft belly, hot to boiling crotch, steaming juices....No those thoughts he could not think about his own mother, but the woman Jim had fucked fit those words.
Ben supposed his mother would fit them, too, if he wasn't her son. He was her son and she was his mother and she was a good woman. Jim had said that, too, about his woman.
Ben was letting his imagination run away. No way would his buddy fuck his mother. Better concentrate on the damned cookies and milk.
"How's your friend, Jim? I hardly ever see him around anymore. You two boys just run off and never tell me where to or anything," Sharon asked, leaning on the table, her full breasts just above the wood. Her wrinkled blouse pulled tightly against her breasts.
Benny crunched into a cookie.
Why would she ask about Jim? His mind wandered to the "what if" stage. What if Jim had fucked his mother. What if she liked it? What if, and on and on to the junk Jim had told him about eating out a snatch and smelling the womanly odors and tasting juices from a snatch and nipping on tits.
Ben looked at his pretty, blonde mother. No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't. Then why wouldn't Jim tell Ben who the woman was? Because Ben would know her? Because it was Ben's mother? No. It couldn't be that way!
"He's alright. It's just that I stop at his place on the way out of the park. Pick him up, you know. I never see his mother down here. What happened to her? Aren't you two friends anymore?" he asked back.
It was Sharon's mind that was running wild now. How did he know Janet and herself weren't friends anymore? Did he stop off at Janet's mobile home for a "quickie". No, her son wouldn't do that unless he had had more experience. Her son had no experience. He was a virgin! She knew he was!
"Why would you ask about Janet?" she asked softly, her insides churning with fury.
"I dunno. Why would you ask about Jim?"
"Because I'm interested in just whom my son is running around with." Sharon was losing her patience. She, maybe, was caught.
"Did you stop at their trailer on the way home from school today?" she asked nonchalantly. Her mind was whirling. She didn't want her son to know about Jim nor his mother. She held her breath waiting for an answer.
Ben shook his head and lowered it. He saw his pants tent. He was so thankful his mother could not see below the table. He had been thinking thoughts about his mother and Jim and now he had a rock-hard-on. It didn't help his prick for his eyes to see his mother's breasts pressing on her forearms as she talked to him.
He couldn't help but wonder what a full breast like hers would feel like and he wondered if her nipples were hard.
"Janet was down here today. That's the reason I wondered if you had stopped in," Sharon said.
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"We had a fight," she said flatly.
Ben had a difficult time keeping his eyes from exploring his mother's cleavage which was so obvious to his blue eyes.
"What for?" he asked, squirming to hide his rigid cock.
"Will you do me a favor and just not go to their place anymore?"
"Why? Jim's my best friend," he protested.
"We'll put it this way. YOU WILL NOT GO TO THEIR TRAILER ANYMORE!" Sharon said firmly.
"What happened? Tell me. I've got the right to know," he demanded. "Just because you and Janet had a fight is no reason Jim and I can't be friends."
"Would you for once in your life do as I ask? I know what I'm talking about part of the time. Teenagers think they know it all, but they don't! I don't like to put it this way but I will. I forbid you to go to that mobile home! Now, do you understand?"
"No, I don't," he said defiantly.
Sharon had thought her son would get a kick out of Janet's sexual attraction for him, but how was she going to tell her son without involving herself with the horny woman. She couldn't.
"Look, sass-box, I've told you to stay away from up there and as your mother, you will respect my authority!"
Sharon thumped her hand flat on the table and Ben noticed her tits jiggle when she did so. His mother wasn't all that repulsive as he looked at her. Sex-wise, he meant. For a son. For a horny son who wanted to know about sex. His mother was a whole different woman to him now. Maybe Jim saw the same womanliness about the blonde he was fucking.
"You tell me why I shouldn't go up there and maybe I'll go along with you," he demanded.
"I wish to God your father was home," she said getting up from the table and pacing back and forth.
Ben, for the first time, noticed his mother had a nice ass. If he wasn't careful, he was going to be led around by his cock like Jim was. Ben was certainly just as horny as Jim, only he hadn't done anything about it. He wouldn't fuck his own mother but he sure could look! Let his buddy brag about his blonde, older woman, Ben had one right in his house ... his own short, blonde, pretty mother. Ben could care less about the fight his mother had that day, he was too busy taking in each curve, each movement, each voluptuous curve on his mother's body and feeling very guilty about it.
He was careful to keep his hands over the front of his pants as his mother paced back and forth.
He would die if she saw the huge lump he felt throbbing between his legs. He knew it was not the thing to do, get a hard-on over his own mother. It was just the things Jim had said about blonde, older women. Turned on Ben.
"I refuse to explain to a child. You will do as I say!" she stormed.
"I'm not a child. I'm a man," Ben said.
"Bullshit! You're my little boy and I'm only forbidding you to go up there for your own good. You will obey me!" Her blue eyes blazed with fire.
"Mom, I'm not a kid. When'll you get that through your head. I'm a man, almost. Just a few months and I'll be eighteen! That's an adult."
"Why isn't your father home. God, when I need the sonovabitch he's always out to sea. I suppose you think it's easy to rear a kid alone, well, let me tell you, it's a long way from being fun! That damned father of yours is ALWAYS GONE! God, I'll be glad when he retires!"
"Just tell me what you and Janet had a fight about," Ben asked calmly.
"YOU! YOU AND YOUR MANHOOD, THAT'S WHAT! SHE'S GOT THE HOTS FOR YOU! I don't LIKE THAT SORT OF THING. YOU'RE A CHILD AND SHE'S AN OLD WOMAN!" Sharon shouted.
Ben laughed until he rolled. He held his sides as he got hysterical with laughter. Tears came to his eyes and he sniffed the laughter tears as he tried to talk to his mother.
"She ought to get together with her horny son," he laughed.
Sharon was engulfed in her son's laughter and giggles. "Why?"
"He goes for older women and she goes for young guys. The two of them ought to get together and ... you know," he held his sides and laughed himself silly.
Sharon laughed with her son and hugged him close to her as the two of them had hysterical fits of laughter.
"What are we laughing about?" she giggled.
"Jim and his older woman" he roared, "and Janet and her younger men."
Sharon stopped laughing abruptly. "What?"
Her son hugged her playfully, secretly enjoying the feeling of his mother's breasts against his chest and the touch of he warm hands on his biceps.
"Jim's got a girl friend. A woman friend, blonde, older, and they ... sort of ... get it on ... you know," he laughed and flushed at the same time.
"What?" Sharon gasped.
"Yeah," her son nodded in laughter. "She must look sorta like you," he added.
"What are you saying?" Sharon couldn't believe her ears. Was it she, herself the young buck was bragging about or did he have others? Was he telling her son what he was doing and with whom or just what was he saying to her Ben. She noticed her son was holding her very securely. Their pelvis's touched and heat shot back and forth. Oh, no, this had to come to a screeching halt. Her young son was much too close to her and not in a childish way. She felt his rock-hard cock press against her damp pussy and this was no way for a mother and son to act!
She pushed her son away from her simmering body. She had to quit reacting to a cock, any cock, her son's prick, Janet's torrid tongue, even Jim's young, strong dick. She was penis struck, but in no way was she going to get so close to her son's cock.
It was a shock to her that her son's cock was rock-hard! Her angel, her saint, her miniature God had a hard-on! He was not super-human, he was very human, horny, and soooo warm!
Her confused head had to get the facts about Jim, tell her son about Janet and forget her son's hard dick. She could think that one out later.
"Tell mother what you are talking about, dear," she said, backing off.
"I can't. Jim would kill me." He still laughed heartily.
Sharon gathered her senses and sat back down. "Sweetheart, we have never had any secrets, now, you tell mama."
Ben laughed harder than ever. His mother with the cookies and milk wanted to hear about the sex life of an eighteen year old. She'd have a fit! He laughed partly out of the uncontrollable funniness of the situation, his wild thoughts about his mother, and mostly out of sheer embarrassment at holding his warm mother so close to his body. He knew she had felt his cock and he laughed to cover up his embarrassment. She would have a fit if she knew the thoughts that went through his head. He would never tell her and he would certainly never tell her how many times he had jacked-off or wished he knew how to fuck or any of those things. So he laughed hysterically, sank into the kitchen chair and rubbed the tears of joy out of his eyes.
"Why would Janet have the hots for me?" he laughed and held his sides. "If I went up there I could tell Jim about my secret redhead and he could tell me about his secret blonde and we could compare notes."
Suddenly it was not all that funny to Benny.
The similarities were too similar. What if Jim had been talking about Sharon and Ben did get it on with Janet. Both boys would be fucking each other's mothers and keeping it a secret. THIS WAS NOT FUNNY TO THE YOUNG LAD!
Ben squirmed at the ideas that flooded his mind. Too far out to be true. Unbelievable.
"How do you know she has the hots for me?" he asked curiously. "Did she come right out and say she did?"
Sharon nodded.
"We were talking and drinking coffee. We were just comparing notes on how lonely and frustrating it gets being alone for so long a time while our husbands were out to sea. We got talking, just woman talk, you know.
"One thing led to another and the subject of men came up. We were just talking," Sharon emphasized, more to relieve her own feelings of guilt about the dildo, than anything else since she did not know her young son had seen her with Janet in a very cozy, eating-out session.
Benny remembered and said nothing.
"Oh, I don't know how it came up but she said she would like to get you," Sharon wrung her hands in desperation. "I don't want her to," she looked pleadingly into her son's clear blue eyes.
"She won't, mom," he assured her, touching her warm hands across the table.
Sharon felt the reassuring warmth from her youngster's touch. Suddenly all her fears and frustrations burst and she cried, sobbed, her shoulders wracking.
She felt her young son hug her. He was suddenly at her side, holding her, caressing her shoulders, touching her soft face, hugging her close to his lean chest.
"Don't cry, mom, please, don't cry. I know it's lonesome for you. I miss dad, too. Kids get lonesome, too. The whole world does. Please, don't cry. When you cry, I feel like crying, too," he said softly into her ear.
Sharon turned to face her young son and try to force a smile.
She put her warm hand to his young face. So sweet, so wonderful a son. Tender, loving, real feeling. She adored her blond child.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you missed your father so. You're always gone someplace or doing something. Always occupied. I'm sorry, dear."
His heart went out to his mother and he felt so guilty about the thoughts he had been thinking about her. He almost cried out of guilt. She couldn't be the blonde older woman Jim was messing around with. She wouldn't be so concerned about him and Janet. If she was the older woman, she would think it was alright for him and Janet to do ... IT!
His young love flooded to his mother. He knew she had to be drunk that night with Janet and now he could forget that. Janet and his mother were not even speaking. His mother would not fuck his buddy Jim. All was well in his heart concerning his dear mother. He loved her more than ever knowing she loved his father so much. Janet had to have been like something she would never do if she hadn't been drinking. He held his mother in his arms, crouched at her side, loving her more and more.
Sharon still didn't know what Jim had told Ben. She was sure he had not said it was her. If he had, her son would not be comforting her now.
She relaxed in the strength of his young arms and kissed him on the neck. Automatic reaction on her part from being held and hugged.
Her kiss sparked his young cock to full erection!
Ben bet his mother would be a fine fuck. Maybe psychology wasn't wrong after all. Right at that moment the boy would have loved to carry his mother to his room and undress her carefully, slowly, and fuck her hard!
He did not even blush at the thought. Her body was so warm and soft. His cock was so hard. His balls ached with passion. His young heart pounded against his rib cage until she felt it against her breast.
Her son pulled her up and out of the chair encircling her waist with his arms, holding her close ... TOO CLOSE.
She felt his young cock throb against her nest, felt his heavy breathing down her neck.
She did not pull away from her son's arms. She basked in the luxury of his heat, loved the feeling of his cock's throbs, beats, heavy pulsations.
His arms were so reassuring around her body. She noticed his one hand had slipped to hold her ass while his other hand hugged her around the bra line and felt the side of her heaving breast.
Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm, felt so good to her.
She would stop him in a minute. Not just yet. All he was doing was holding her. When he got too familiar, then she would stop him.
He would never get too familiar, not her son.
Her head reeled. He did have a hard-on. His hand was on her ass. His other hand felt the fullness of her breast.
She felt the throbs of her son's cock!
She knew he was just consoling her because she was upset. Her baby would never do, much less think of anything like fucking his own mother.
In his head he was mind fucking her at that very moment! He could imagine the heaven of having his cock stuffed up her warm snatch. He had his hot mouth on her rigid nipple ... all in his mind. Oh, yes, her baby would drop his pants in a minute if he had a chance. He would fuck his mother and love every minute of it. Right now the fuck was in his head.
Soon, maybe, he would really do it to her!
He had heard so much about fucking blonde, older women that he shook, quivered, his cock pounded and he craved his mother's pussy!
Hesitantly, gently, she backed away from her son.
Not me, baby. I'm not good enough for you. You're still my precious child, my own little God. You don't want me, you want a golden virgin girl like you are my golden virgin boy. Save your lovely cock, your precious testicles for the sweet, innocent girl who will someday be your wife.
"Mama...." he whispered.
She looked into his glazed eyes, saw the same loneliness she had bore, the passion, the longing, the desires unsatisfied. Her heart hurt.
"Mama...." he begged, softly.
She backed away. Her heart pained, her pussy longing, her twat spasming.
"Mama...." he held out his arms to her.
Sharon shook her head as she backed off. Her crotch wept for her son's love. She could not fuck her son. She couldn't.
"Mama ... I ache...." he begged, falling to his knees in anguish.
She cried. Her precious son in such excruciating agony. Her darling baby ... holding his hurt testicles, his rock-hard cock. Oh, how she knew what he was going through. She had been there so many times.
Should she let him hurt? Should she release his aches and pains to heavenly joy, wonderful bliss, sweet rapture?
She shook her head and took one step backwards.
She knew the look in her son's eyes. Desire. Wantonness. Lust. Passion. Craving. Loneliness with no one to share, no one to hold him, no one to care, no one to love him and take the hurt away....
OH, GOD! NOT HER OWN SON!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sharon could not do it! Absolutely, she could not, WOULD NOT FUCK HER OWN SON!
There stood her son, his body reeking with desire. His smoldering eyes begged, his arms reached for her body, his mouth mumbling, "Mama...."
My, God, how much torture could she stand. She had thought of sex with her son but only in her mind. Here he was begging, the hurt in his body filling her body. She felt the pain of loneliness for him, the pangs of having to have somebody love her, so she knew only too well what the child was feeling.
On top of his frustrated feelings were the wants and desires of a horny seventeen year old. He had heard so much about fucking and never once experienced it for himself. Jim had told him all he could. Benny wanted to know. He was eager, yet timid. He would never force anything or even make a pass, yet he stood begging for his mother to satisfy him. The youngster had come to his mother for help, reassurance. She would not laugh at him, his fumbling, bumbling attempts to be a man. He reeked of desire and she was not going to help him.
Her mind told her there was a time when every mother should let go of her child and he should make his own way whether in sex, work, or whatever. Her head reasoned this was a problem the child would have to work out himself. She could not do it for him ... and her heart ached for her young son. Her sweet, God like image of what she knew him to be. So young, so innocent, so pure, so darling to her. He was her whole being. He had been with her all the time when her husband was out to sea. Her man child was her moral support, he had not hesitated to hug her as she had wept her tears of lonely torment and now she was denying him when he needed her most.
SHE HAD TO! SHE COULDN'T FUCK HER OWN SON! THAT WAS INCEST! IMMORAL, INDECENT, AGAINST THE LAW. MY GOD, WHAT DID THE CHILD EXPECT?
"Mama...." he repeated softly. "I hurt so bad...."
Sharon's head was trying to be reasonable. Her hear tbled for her baby. She would do anything for her child. Even die. Was he asking too much? "Just a simple request she could certainly fulfill.
"Oh, God, help me," she whispered, looking to the heavens with her eyes closed.
Her heart always won when it came to her son. Never her head. She walked slowly to her blond son, into his loving arms, felt his rock-hard pelvis throb against her damp snatch.
FORGIVE ME, LORD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I ... CANT HELP MYSELF ... I CAN'T DENY MY BOY ... I KNOW THE TORMENT, THE FRUSTRATION, THE HOPELESSNESS....
She stood, being held by her young son, feeling his every vibration, his cock's hearty beats against her body and shook. God, she should not permit this happening, she should stop it right now, but she couldn't. Her virgin son needed her, wanted her, begged her and she could not say no to her child.
She could not deny her darling son the glory of a good fuck. Nobody else could break him in like she could. Nobody else could give him a blow-job like she could. Nobody could make him cum as much, nobody could love him like his mother, nobody could do what she was about to do....
All of her thoughts of her virgin God-like son went down the tube. The imaginings of some sweet, young innocent girl and her son vanished. No sweet, young girl could do what she was about to do and do it successfully, give so much of herself, break in her son like he should be. So off and out of her mind went all her dreams of her darling son and his bride, the perfect children they would produce, the whole fairy tale of her mind.
Sharon could give not only his first, most terrific fuck, she would give her heart, her love, her all.
"Oh, mama, you're so warm, so soft," he muttered in her short curls.
Her voice stopped in her throat. Too big a lump to get over. Her body cried, her throat clamped on the words she would like to have said. She would do her best, maybe not actually fuck her son, just do the foreplay. He would certainly cum just with her hand on his young cock. Then she would not be violating his body, just loving it, fondling it ... as if he was a baby again.
She couldn't help it but her own emotions were flying high. She wanted to lay a fuck on her son that would be so wonderful, so fantastic he would never forget! She quivered in his young arms. Her head reeled knowing she was wrong, yet unable to fight the strong desires she had in her own body much less his urgent demands.
She took her son by the hand. This would not be like the wild, frantic fuck with Jim. This would be beautiful and sweet as she broke her own son in. She led him into her bedroom and slowly pulled back the covers so his first lay would be on a sheet of violet flowers, in a bed smelling fresh like the outside, amidst soft pillows and delicious smelling perfume. Her son would get the best she had to offer, or at least could hold out for since her crotch oozed passion and she hadn't done a thing to him.
She touched his sweet lips with her fingers, so warm, quivery like he would cry. She remembered so many times the feeling, but now his lips quivered for her body, not from a fall off a bike or something childish.
Her son wanted to be a man and she would make him one.
Her deft fingers got his shirt off of his lean body and dropped it to the floor, her blue eyes never leaving his, she was so engulfed with the splendor of her child, his needs, his desires, his cravings. She had his pants down and off in seconds, easily from years of experience. No fumbles for her. She wanted this the most perfect time for her young son.
She put his hands on her blouse and watched him unbutton each small, delicate button, the sweat standing in beads on his forehead. His shaking hands managed that problem. While she turned around so he could unhook her bra she grabbed a bottle of lilac perfume.
She turned to face her child and his eyes bugged out at the wonderful sight of her full, jutting breasts. He moaned and sank to the bed, naked, sitting and looking at his mother's beautiful, creamy white breasts capped with lovely rosebuds.
She knew she was tantalizing her son as her gaze dropped and she saw his magnificent cock. She nearly lost her balance at the lovely sight of his beating, perfect cock. How delicious it would taste in her mouth.
She gently took his hands and poured them full of the sweet smelling perfume and told him to caress her body with the liquid.
He hesitated, shaking.
She put his young hands to her breasts and helped him, showed him, with her hands over his, how to caress and fondle her tits. Her hands warmly over his, she moved them to her neck, her shoulders, her flat belly.
His moans of torture were audible to her ringing ears as she stood half naked in front of her precious son who was totally naked. She moved his hands to her hips and the top of her pants. Slowly she urged him to pull her pants down, down, until the shimmering hair on her pussy peeked over the top.
All she got out of her son was, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, MAMA ... MAMA...." His breath was heavy. His young hands shook as she urged him to pull her pants down and off displaying her golden pussy to his glazed eyes.
She poured more of the sweet smelling perfume into his hands and told him to caress her hips, her thighs, her ass.
He shook. His eyes were glazed and his gaze was constantly on her glistening nest.
She placed her warm, loving hands over his and rubbed the lilac liquid into her mass of golden hair. Her body trembled as she helped her child caress her warmth.
This was not a hot, horny moment. This was a moment of unveiling glory, of ecstasy of touch and smell, almost religious ... quiet except for his soft moans, her soft sucks of breath ... almost too wonderful to even breathe.
Her gaze matched his, glazed, smoldering, passionate.
She eyed his jerking, throbbing cock and could hold back no longer. Her son was timid enough to look at her pussy, not touch, just look and groan. It would take her to do the advance work since he did not know what to do and she still thought of him as her child who could neither live nor survive without her help.
Her hands slipped to his shoulders and pushed him back into the field of lilacs. She gasped at his majestic cock which was smack up against his flat belly, beating, pulsating, aching. His gorged nuts were loaded and the soft skin was stretched with the heavy load of cum, just waiting.
Her eyes saw the shiny glisten of cream as it trickled out of the tip of his gorgeous cockhead, out of that tiny slit of a piss-hole. Her mouth watered in eager anticipation.
This cock was not only the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, this cock was her son's cock! Throbbing, jerking, pulsating, gorgeously beautiful white flesh with delicate blue lines of pumping blood, a wonderfully smooth, velvety cockhead all swollen and ready for her. Beautiful gorged testicles, bloated with a full load of cum and the beginnings of that orgasm bubbling from the tip of his jerking, throbbing prickhead.
She was fully aware of her darling son on the lilac flowered sheets, his beautiful body naked and open to her, the sweet smell of her own body, her creaming juices dripping slowly from her snatch....His halo blond hair, his slender body which seemed overloaded with his strong, hard cock and enlarged ovals of soft skin....
Sharon nearly had an orgasm just looking at the young boy who lay with begging eyes, looking at her naked body hovering over his.
"Take my breast," she cooed.
She put his quaking hand to her tit and gently massaged. OH! THE SPLENDOR! THE SPARKS THAT FLEW! THE WONDER OF HIS YOUNG, WARM HAND ON HER BREAST!
"MAMA ... I'MMMMMMMM ... GONNA ... CUMMMMMMMMMMM," he moaned, slithering his ass on the soft sheet.
Sharon quickly cradled his penis and testicles in her warm hands and lowered her head to kiss the shiny tip of his swollen cockhead.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH, YOUR JUICES, A AAAAHHHHH, UUUMMMMM, SOOOO GOOOOOOD," she whispered, quickly licking the fluid into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her son's juice, feeling the thickness of it coat her inside cheeks, tasting the bittersweetness down her throat. She knew he could not make it much longer, his prick throbbed and jerked violently.
Benny moaned and tossed his blond head as his prickhead prickled with sparks of oncoming orgasm. He knew the feeling from hand jobs, but never had he felt the urge so strong as he lay in his mother's bed with his cock half in and half out of her torridly hot mouth. His arms floundered, his torso rolled in pleasureable anguish. He had never cringed all over, never felt so completely devoured, engulfed in the passion of heat, craving, longing. "I'MMMMMMMMMMM...." he started to say. ' ' A A A G G GJGJ H H H H H H HJH, UUUMMMMMMMMM, OOOOHHHHH, HOW GOOOOOOOODDD," his mother muttered, taking his gush of cum into her mouth, swallowing it, sucking her son's preciously throbbing, jerking cock for more and more of his salty jism.
She slipped her hands under his flexed buns and held his cock tightly into her mouth to get all of his fluids, every drop of his delicious, luscious cum.
MY, GOD, MY, GOD, MY, GOD, MY, GOD!
Her son's spray of wonderfully hot cum drenched her mouth, flooded down her throat, shot in globs, some of it leaking out of the corners of her mouth as she fought to swallow it all, slurp all of his cum juice, devour his entire cock!
HHHHMMMMMMMMM, OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAA AAHHHHHHHHHH," she cooed, nibbling on his soft, silky cockhead, tasting his juices, loving her son's cock blazing in her mouth.
Her fingers dug into his asscrack and held his jerking, spasming pelvis tightly to her face, rolling her soft cheeks in the overflow of his luscious juice as his young, virgin cock weakened, shot, withered, spurted his orgasmic juice into his mother's torridly sucking mouth. Her saliva mixed with the delicious juice she sucked out of his penis and she swallowed, fast to take most of his thick, creamy juice.
Her hands held his pelvis but her own hips rotated, gyrated, while her trench got all sleek and slippery with juices from her snatch. Her weeping twat spasmed right along with her son's wracking body. Her clit craved attention. Her full tits rubbed up and down on his lean thighs as she drank at his fountain of good, hot, thick, creamy cum, her own body on fire with passionate lust for his young cock and juice.
Her mouth nibbled, nipped on his withered prickhead as she tongued for the last of his spasming juice and groaned happily. His body shook every time her quick tongue flicked over his tender, sensitive cockhead. He quivered, grabbed onto his mother's bobbing, eating head to hold her tight to his crotch as he groaned, moaned, slithered and jerked.
Sharon's ignited emotions were not ready to stop now!
Her body demanded more of her young son, all of him! His hot cock up her weeping, oozing snatch. She had to go all the way with her own son, she could not stop now.
Her mouth nibbled on his wet, sleek cockhead, tasting the last droplet from his piss-hole and relishing it like it was juice from the God's. Her face sparkled with wetness as she mauled into her son's steaming crotch. She wanted his cum all over her, she was wild with passion and lust at the aroma of his virgin cum. She wanted more and more of him, all of him!
"Oh, mama, mama, mama, feels so good, sooooooooo gooooooood," he moaned, his hips squiggling back and forth under her rolling, marauding face.
"Yes, darling, a good orgasm is wonderful. I wanted you to have a delicious orgasm, the best. I want you to enjoy cumming. I want you to love it. I'm so glad I gave you the pleasure of having a fantastic orgasm. I want you to enjoy, to relish it,' to love every minute of the pleasure of a fine orgasm.
"The very best is to fuck! For your cock to feel all warm inside a snatch, caressed by spasming muscles, clenched tightly, held by smooth, slick muscles, to feel with your cockhead the passion of oncoming cum, all so wonderful. I want you to have the best," she moaned in his crotch, knowing she could do it all for him and she was the best for her young son.
Her strong urge to work up his cock and sit on it really turned her on.
"Do you like mama's mouth on your cock, dear?" she asked, trying to control her fiery emotions from exploding.
"Agnnnnnnnn, nnnnngggggghhhhhhhh, uuuummmmmmmmm, ooooooohhhhh," he muttered, his pelvis still swinging to punch her mouth full of his wilted prick.
"I'll take it all, darling, all of your sweet, young, virgin cock. I'll put it into my mouth and suck your virgin prick up to rock-hardness. Then mama will show you how wonderful it feels to fuck. Would you like that, darling? Mama doesn't want to do anything you don't want her to do. You tell me, do you want mama to fuck you, sweetheart?" her heart throbbed in happy anticipation of his answer.
Benny couldn't bring himself to say he wanted to fuck his mother. He just couldn't. He loved her face in his crotch, sniffing, gulping, licking, nibbling on his testicles. He could not see how anything would possibly be any better.
Jim had said it was far-out to fuck a blonde, older lady. Jim's older lady could not be near as good as his own mother. It certainly was a coincidence Jim's woman friend was older, like Sharon, blonde, like Sharon, and his buddy would not tell him who she was. Sort of kept Benny wondering if it could be ... might be ... no. His mother would not fuck his friend. No way. Benny knew his mother was an angel. She had always been true to his father, and only now, with her son was she doing ... well ... This ... and only to give her son pleasure. That was all. And it was all in the family, just for the family, The thought of fucking his own mother was more than he could take. Wow! More fun than her mouth on his cock? Couldn't be! Impossible! Nothing could feel any better!
The seventeen-year-old boy lay on his mother's comfy bed, in a bed of pretty flowers, smelling the rich perfume, feeling the most erotic, sensual feelings shoot through his young cock as his mother nipped wetly on his prick. God, her mouth felt good!
Sharon pushed his entire limp prick into her mouth, savoring the warmth, loving the struggling of her son's cock to get hard again. She fondled his balls, loved the rich smell of his crotch as it seeped into her nostrils, adored his damp, sparse hair that shimmered like gold around his wonderful, young, virgin cock.
Her hunger grew, her mouth watered with lust. She shoved his ovals into her mouth along with his withered, struggling prick. Her mouth was full, overloaded with her child's dong and nuts.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUmmmmmmmm, aaaagggggghhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuugggggggnnnnn," she moaned, her hips rotating invitingly, gyrating, enticing her son's passions. As she ate between his thighs her ass was up in the air and she knew he was watching her butt, seeing her blonde head bob around between his legs, she felt him raise up on his elbows and then collapse as the pressure of passion got too much for him. His arms rubbed the softness of her sheets, his hands touched her blonde curls, his breathing was rapid like a panting, laboring dog.
She felt his hips bump up and down on the bed, thrusting in his whole organ, balls and all. Even though his cock was still little, warm and limp, he wanted to fuck, to build it up, to get the whole feeling of fucking.
Now was the time to STOP!
He had had his orgasm in her mouth. He had shot off his load and right now his cock was limp, shot. She should get off his crotch and let her child alone!
What of her own emotions and passions. Her crotch leaked hotly. Her snatch spasmed, cried for her son's cock. She could almost feel his young, hard, strong cock up her twat with his dangling nuts rubbing in the juice that would ooze from her hole as he sank in his cock, pulled it almost all the way out, plunged his prick back into her weeping twat. She would help him with her hot hands on his flexed ass. She would regulate his in-thrusts and his outward, almost to her vaginal mouth, and then his fierce heaves in.
Oh! She wanted it! God, she craved it! His young virgin cock in her snatch! She had to have it! Now! Now! Her simmering snatch leaked her lubrication juices ... my, god, let his cock get hard enough to sit on! Pleasssssseeeeeeeeee! She had to fuck, had to right now!
The sparks of tantalizing passion surged through her body. Her belly contracted. Her clit did spins in her sloshy trench!
Her scorching mouth felt the jerks of his cock coming up to rigid hardness....
Her joy was full as his loaded nuts fell out of her gulping mouth ... too big to be in her hot saliva with his stretching, hardening cock. She was wildly frantic with passion, her tongue whipping around his young, virgin cock and sliding across his smooth cockhead, tasting his leaking juices, smelling his young, masculine odors, feeling his pubic hair urge her on ... on ... on to ecstasy! Full bliss! The completion of her act of love, pleasure giving, fucking!
Her quivering body dribbled bubbling juices to lubricate her delicate pink labia which was just waiting for that cock, that one cock in particular ... her son's cock! Heat shot through her body. She felt all mushy and like a melting pot for his cock. Her eyes smoldered at the close sight of the young pelvis, her mouth wallowed and basked in the glory that would soon be hers ... his cock!
My god, his cock! Her son's thumping prick! She craved it, had to have it! She was being more selfish for herself in wanting to fuck than wanting to give ... give the more pleasurable experience in the world to her son ... the one grand fuck of a virgin!
Her trembling body radiated heat, she was on fire with lust, demanded release for her pent-up emotions, had to have the fuck of her son!
At the moment when she thought she would ease up on her son ... SOMETHING HIT HER FULL IN THE FACE, HEART, BODY!
SHE RAN!
Naked, her crotch weeping for that virgin cock on her bed, she ran! Tits jobbling, nipples jiggling, she ran for her bathroom, slammed the door and locked it securely.
She stood leaning against the door panting, gasping for breath. Her love juices leaked down her inner thighs, her belly contracted, her rubbery legs would hardly hold her up, and didn't. She slid to the floor, collapsed into a weeping heap of quivering flesh and cried. She cried for the innocent cock on her bed, she cried for her own guilt, she wept the tears of the very lonely, the frustrated, the very tired of it all. She could not go on.
She was warped to the degree she could not stand herself. She had let a woman touch her private parts of her body. She had actually liked what the redhead had done to her. She was so degraded, so cheap, so low.
She had fucked an eighteen-year-old boy and was so ashamed of herself. She had loved it. She had a husband out at sea and the thought of him coming home had little effect on her. This sea trip she had gone spastically wild. She had now gone so far as to go down on her own innocent son! Him, a virgin, and she had come SO CLOSE TO VIOLATING HER OWN BABY, all in the name of pleasure.
Her tears were as much for all the wrong she thought she had done as for her fear she had gone nuts on cocks. She might add Janet's cunt. She was vile, nasty ... a pig! She had to stay crumbled on the floor. If she got up she would have to look herself in the many mirrored reflections.
All of her walls had full length mirrors well lighted and she had the lights around the make-up mirrors over the sink and tiled cabinets that flanked the sink. No, she could not stand to see herself for what she was ... dirty, contaminating like a plague.
SHE HATED HERSELF! VULGAR, NAKED, DIRTY.
THE ULTIMATE OF HER MANY SINS WAS THE DESIRE AND NEAR FUCKING OF HER OWN INNOCENT SON!
What made her think she was such hot stuff. She was nothing but a kleenex, used and thrown away. A place to dump a load of snotty cum and then be tossed away, forgotten. She was nothing special to Janet nor her son, Jim. She would be nothing but a low grade slut to her own son and her husband would absolutely disown her if he ever found out. Sharon cried, her body wracked with the knowledge of what she thought herself to be ... absolutely no good.
Her jumbled thoughts dizzied her head and she did not hear her son begging her from the other side of the locked door.
All she knew was she had this terrible craving in her crotch. Why did God create her with a sexual urge and then send her husband out to sea? What was she supposed to do? Her mother had always told her that playing with her private parts was nasty. What the hell did that leave? To fuck another man was adultery. To molest a child was wrong and to let a woman touch her was the worst of all. That only left dogs, cats, and other animals which the Bible frowned on. Actually the Bible was against all of it. She knew this because her mother always read the Bible and had drilled morals into her young head when she had been a child.
Now she was a woman. She had desires, passions to contend with. What was she supposed to do? Her husband would not give up the navy for her. He only had three years at the most until he could retire. Her sexual desires would have to wait for three years according to him. Did he wait for her? She really doubted it. She believed Janet when she had said the men were off fucking in other ports. Sharon knew it, but did not want to actually believe it. She could tell though. Every time her husband came home he had some new position or tactic to try on her. He told her he had lain awake at night and thought of what he could do to her when he got home. She had wanted to believe him and so she did. Now she knew he had done these things with somebody else and then came home and continued to do them with her.
Sharon sobbed all the more at such thoughts.
She realized she was so alone in this world. If she lived up to what her mother had taught her years ago, she would go sexless for years, probably until she did not want fucking anymore.
What a ghastly thought! Not to want to fuck. Maybe, in a way it would be better for her to lose all her sexual desires. She certainly would not be in the position she was in now. Sitting, crumbled on the bathroom floor, weeping, naked, fighting the demanding urge to go into her bedroom and fuck her son's rock-hard cock.
Repulsion filled her shaking body. She could not do it. No matter how much she wanted to fuck, she could not do it to her son, not even to relieve his aching, nuts, not even to satisfy her deepest, darkest longings to enact incest. She could not, would not do it to her innocent son. She couldn't ... but, oh, how her snatch cried for the virgin's cock!
She was in one hopeless situation. WANTING! CRAVING! HAVING TO! Not being able to fuck anybody. It was as if she were dead inside. The raunchy thoughts and actions of her own body nauseated her with guilt. She would have to stop, she had stopped. No more fucking for her!
She would have to control her body. Didn't her mind have anything to say about what her body did? She had read someplace in Norman Vincent Peale's books the mind did, could, must rule the body. She was having one hell of a time proving that little point.
She leaned against the bathroom door and became aware of her young son's knocking, banging on the locked door. She could hear his pleas for her to come out and at least talk to him.
She couldn't.
She dare not. She would not molest her darling son, make a perfect virgin into a fucking bastard.
Tears streamed down her face and her damned twat wept with her. She had to cultivate some control. She had to manage her life better. Perhaps go back to painting her mobile home, rearranging the furniture, doing ANYTHING except fuck.
Back to the loneliness, the frustrations, the wet dreams, the unsatisfied sexual cravings. Back into the depths of depression.
MY, GOD, SHE COULD NOT STAND THAT!
She had no other choice EXCEPT ... the thought of suicide crawled into her mind. Her Benny was almost old enough to take care of himself. Her husband would probably never miss her, he was so busy going from port to port. He could retire with his nice pension and curl up to his money at night and see if a dollar bill was as comforting as the warmth of her body. How much did he think she could take? She had had it. She didn't care anymore.
The constant battle between what her mother had taught her and what she felt was too much.
The really bad thing was when she had come so close to fucking her son. That really shook her up! My, God, what mother in her right mind would get carried away with fucking thoughts about her own son?
Sharon's eyes were puffed from crying, her nose was dripping and she felt suddenly cold. That's what she would feel like if she did kill herself. Cold. Dead.
She had no other choice. She was so depressed she could never get herself up to normal thinking again. No matter what she did it would be wrong. She would just kill herself and that would be the end of her thinking. No more loneliness. No more sexual cravings. No more of what was right or wrong. No more navy. No more ship reports. No more responsibilities. No more son. That would be the only thing that would bother her, leaving Benny.
Kids adjust. Usually they forget before the funeral or shortly after. Benny would get over her leaving.
No more torment or agony. She didn't believe in this religious crap of going to hell so suicide didn't bother her at all. She would just be all snuggled in satin. She always wanted satin sheets anyway. If she had to die to get them, that was all right. She just didn't care anymore.
She had sunk to the depths of depression never before reached. Low, low, low. All because of her loneliness, her conscience, her frustrations.
She imagined herself all in white in a white casket with white satin interior. So comfy, so free from all the torments of this agonizing life. No more worries. No more sexual cravings. Her son would be saved from her demented actions. She would be free, completely free ... AND STONE, COLD DEAD!
BEAUTIFUL! LOVELY!
She knew her Heavenly Father would understand and welcome her with open arms. She knew God as Love, not one of vengeance. She was ready to go with Him. He knew the horror she had endured on earth. She would be welcomed by her God, her concept of God. Oh, perfect, serene peace....
With her eyes closed she could see Jesus' smiling face....
The wrath of God knocked her off her ass as the bathroom door came crashing down at her side. Bold and gruff, bolts flying, wood ripping, the sound of all hell broke loose and in stepped her son and Jim.
The two boys picked up her limp body and carried her into her bedroom and put her on the lilac sheet and covered her with another.
"I ... WANT ... TO DIE ... PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE ... LET ME ... Go...." she mumbled in a dazed manner.
"Die, shit! you aren't ready, lady," Jim said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Benny shook so badly he had to sit on the edge of the bed to keep from collapsing.
"What the hell's gotten into you, you dumb shit!" Jim shouted at her. "Are you crazy?"
His voice came through the duskiness of her mind. Jim was with her. Her son was with her. She was not alone. She felt her son's cold hand take hers and hold it. Jim had the other. It was all like a dream. Her head floated way above reality. So, she was not dead, couldn't get it done. She had sat on the floor too long, she should have gotten up to get her sleeping pills ... now ... too ... late ... and she dozed into oblivion of depression, failure.
"Look, buddy, what the hell happened around here?" Jim asked.
"I don't know," Ben said, fully clothed.
Neither young man would admit anything to the other. Neither would disgrace the lady who slept.
"You're too close to this so you go and get a doctor. I'll stay right here with your mother, now move it! Somebody's gotta help her. GO GET THE DOCTOR!" Jim demanded.
Ben got up on shaky legs and split.
Jim felt her hands which were cold. He leaned over her body in bed as she slept and whispered in her ear.
"Wanna fuck?"
No response from Sharon.
Her body was cold.
"Sonovabitch, I'll warm you up, lady. You showed me how, now it's my turn." Jim stripped off his clothes and tugged the sheet off her naked body.
His young cock was hard as stone immediately. He was ready for a fuck.
He shook her head side to side to make her open her eyes. They were dazed, but at least open. His sturdy arms pulled her up to a sitting position. He shook her limp body roughly.
"WAKE UP! WE'RE GONNA FUCK! YOU AND ME! WE'RE GONNA GET IT ON!
"I can't ... I ruined you ... I shouldn't have...." she muttered.
"Lady, you didn't ruin me! I loved every fucking bit of our fun. The feel of your hot tongue on my cock is the best feeling I've ever had. You are not going to quit now! You just get me started fucking and going down on you and you think you can just call it off? Fuck you!
"We're gonna do it again and again and again! No way are you gonna quit on me now!
"You did not ruin me! You opened a whole new world of fun, like Disney Land. Sharon, I loved fucking you! You did not do anything wrong!
"Now you spread those good lookin' thighs of yours and I'm gonna eat you out like you never had it before!
"Come on, get with it! You haven't done anything wrong! I loved it! And, baby, you're gonna love my hot tongue between your legs, in your twat, wiggling up your cunt! I'm gonna stab my cock so far up your snatch you'll think it's coming out your neck!" he said firmly, as firmly as a panicky eighteen-year-old boy could.
Tears flooded Sharon's eyes.
"You don't think I ruined you? you didn't come back...."
"Couldn't shake that son of yours. This time I'll be back until you wish I wouldn't. I'm gonna fuck the shit outa your bottom, lady."
Sharon's arms went around his neck as she held on. She heard his buttons pop on his cords and felt him lift his ass enough to get his pants down and off.
"Lay down and spread your legs. This's gonna be one fast, quick fuck because I've missed you. Then I'll eat out your crotch and lady, you'll know you've been had!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I can't ... no ... not anymore ... I ruined you ... and you're so young and sweet, no, Jim, don't do it, don't even think about it...." she moaned half with it.
"Sharon, you gave me the best fuck, the only fuck I've ever had, I want more of your twat. Don't make me force you," he threatened.
She laughed weakly.
"You force me, that'd be a joke. I took you, a shy, timid boy, I ravished your body, sucked your cock, fucked you, and I was not nice and gentle with you. I never even really considered you a virgin, a sweet, innocent boy. I forced my spread crotch over your face. I made you do all those things you've been telling my son about. That made me partially see what a bitch I am. I can't do anymore ... please, just go away and let me alone," she begged.
"I didn't tell your son. I wouldn't do that to you," he said firmly.
"You told him about the older woman, the blond, who else?" she said turning her head into her lilac pillow.
"That could be half this town. I did not tell him about you and I," Jim emphasized harshly.
"I think he's suspicious though," Sharon said softly, a tear leaking out of her eye.
"Is that what this's all about? Jesus Christ, Sharon, I'll never tell Ben, never tell your husband. What do you think I am, stupid?"
Jim also would never tell Sharon he and Benny had seen their mothers going down on each other, or that their nipples rubbed passionately, or about the tongue fucks or finger fucks that the two women had done to each other. Since the two women had done their thing in what they considered privacy, who was Jim to talk about them.
"Part of it is you and part of it is your mother," Sharon whimpered.
"What about my mother?" Jim asked defensively.
"Oh, nothing."
Sharon buried her face in the soft pillow and reached to cover her naked shoulder with the flowered sheet.
"You better tell me about my mother," the youth demanded, pulling her back up to a sitting, naked position in front of his hot, scorching body. Part of his heat was passion and part wrath.
His cock was at half mast not knowing whether he was going to fuck the lady or knock the shit out of her. His hairy chest touched her naked breasts to torment her nipples, even in her half dazed condition.
Her hand fell loosely to his stocky, dark -haired thigh as he shook her, made her open her dazed blue eyes, rocking her boobs as he shook life back into her naked body.
"Oh, it's nothing really."
"WHAT ABOUT MY MOTHER!"
Sharon glared him right in his thickly lashed, steel blue-gray eyes.
"Your mother wants to fuck my son, that's all, that's it."
"So? What's the problem?" he asked, letting her soft, creamy body slide down on her bed.
"It's all so wrong," she sobbed. "She wants to fuck my son just like I've fucked hers."
"Did you tell her?" he asked, worried.
Sharon shook her head, her blonde curls forming a soft halo around her face.
"Don't tell her. What you and I do is between us and nobody else. There for a minute I thought something was really wrong. You, being so wrung out, and it's really no big deal. God, Sharon, what's with you?" he said relieved, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"WELL, IT IS TO ME! I DON'T WANT MY SON FUCKED BY AN OLD LADY LIKE YOUR MOTHER! MY SON'S YOUNG AND INNOCENT...." she started to ramble.
Jim looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I know, I know, I did it to you and what makes my son any better than you. I'M SORRY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED YOU! I SHOULDN'T HAVE MOLESTED YOU, VIOLATED YOUR YOUNG BODY! WHAT MORE CAN I SAY? I'M SORRRYYY! Please forgive me, pleaseeeeeeee. I shouldn't have done it to you, I beg your forgiveness. That's why I can't do it again. You know I can't!" she cried, hovering under the covers, shaking, knowing utter despair.
She felt a loud crack on her ass. Her buns hurt, stung with pain and she looked at the grinning boy.
"I'm not complaining. Come on, baby, spread those thighs for me. I'm gonna fuck the hell outa you," he grinned like a devil.
"Haven't you heard a word I've said?" she screamed at him.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard. You can't run your son's life anymore than my mother can run mine. If I hadn't of wanted to find out about sex, I coulda gotten out of it. So can your son. My mom's not gonna hurt him, your precious baby. Besides, he wants to know all about it. He's asked me questions and more questions about fucking. He'll find out if not from my mother from some sexy broad like you."
"Are you insinuating I would fuck my own son?" she asked indignantly.
Jim raised his eyebrow. "You said it, not me."
"You bastard! Get out of my bedroom and right now!"
"Or what?" he teased.
"I'll throw you out!" she screamed hysterically.
"TRY IT, LADY. I DARE YOU TO TRY IT," he tormented.
Sharon threw back her lavender sheet, swung her shapely legs over the side of the bed and got up. Her blonde hair coiled and rippled as she used all the strength she had and tried to move the youth from her bed where he was sitting.
Her efforts were all in vain as she struggled with the naked boy. With all her strength she could not budge his body from her bed. He sat firmly on his naked ass with his cock getting harder and harder from the play fight with his lady.
He laughed out loud as she struggled with his hairy body, watching her breasts move, her pussy twist and turn as she tried to remove the horny boy from her bed. He permitted her to tug on his arms, grab into his full head of dark hair, try and grab his well trimmed beard, put her arms around his thighs while her round ass bobbed in the air and her boobs hugged either side of his thighs and he laughed! Laughed until his sides ached.
The tormenting sounds of his laugh, ridiculing her efforts made her furious! She sweat in her trys to move the stocky lad but nothing worked.
Her eyes crackled in her fury. Her gaze dropped between his hairy legs and she saw his enlarged, swollen cockhead in all its glory, all white and beautiful standing tall amidst the dark tangle of his hair.
When she fought her most viciously, he had to balance her naked body or she would have gone sprawling. He laughed and giggled in his deep voice. His voice and body were that of a man, his emotions were childish. He got quite a kick out of watching her naked body struggle with his, knowing there was no way, outside of "please, move" to have him get his flexed ass out of her flowery bed. Not while they were alone for the first time in a long while. He intended to have her twat again.
She was merely wasting time as far as he was concerned, but her little battle with him did serve to get his cock nice and hard, ready for the fuck. Already his juices coated his smooth cockhead. He was enjoying himself and at the same time wanted to fuck. He didn't know how long it would take her son to get back with the doctor and Jim was not about to miss out on this wonderful opportunity, nor was he about to get caught by her son, his buddy.
Jim took his two hands and with two fingers on each hand grabbed onto her rigid nipples. The sharp, stabbing pain from his pinch immediately stopped Sharon's fight. She stood quietly before him, naked, sweating, her hair tousled, her body quivering.
His steel-eyes gazed at her body from the top of her blonde curls right down her slender, creamy neck to her jutting tits, down her flat belly to her golden pussy and his eyes rested on that soft tuft of fur. .
"Now, see how much of a struggle? None. I can control you with two fingers if necessary," he said letting go of one nipple leaving it reddish with the pressure he had applied. "Will you please get it through your fuckin' head that I did not have to screw. You did not rape me! I've even got a hard-on now and I have control, you do not! Now, forget all this shit about how wicked a woman you are ... and come into my arms," he added softly.
Sharon melted into the youth's strong arms and lathered his face with her wet, passionate kisses. Her heart pounded against his, her arms encircled his neck and shoulders and they were as one.
Neither of them noticed Jim's mother standing at the doorway watching her son. She had gotten there just as her darling son had grabbed onto Sharon's nipples, just as Sharon was trying to throw him out. Janet smiled. If her son was so eager to fuck, she was glad he had chosen her best friend. Janet knew Sharon would never press charges of rape against her sweet son and if her darling Jim was so hot and horny, how wonderful of him to rape Sharon. Now, Janet would not feel nearly so bad if she raped Sharon's young son, Ben, which she fully intended to do. First Janet wanted to see how good her son was in bed. She was going to watch his every movement with her best friend ... with her own finger in her slippery trench and her clit vibrating ... watching ... loving it all ... wishing it was her getting the fuck, harsh, fast, heavy ... ooohhhhhhhhh, her son had Sharon in his arms, now on the bed. The good part was yet to come! The fuck!
Janet sucked in her breath and watched silently from the door.
Sharon was so glad her young lover had come back to her! She adored his young, strong arms, his masculine body, his dark hair that tickled and tormented her soft, warm body from her tits to her pussy.
She no longer felt the pangs of tortured guilt. She only thought she had raped him, she hadn't. He could have gotten away from her. He didn't want to. He had loved their fucking just as much as she had. Mutual glory and passionate lust. Now she was free of the torment of what she had done and sucking off her son was not a sin, she had not violated his body, not taken his cherry ... and Janet, old, experienced Janet certainly had not been hurt by their acts of fingering, touching, tonguing.
Sharon was free! She had no more guilt about anything!
She hugged the young boy to her heart and the two of them collapsed onto the flowered sheet of lilacs. All sorts of violet flowers with smidges and smudges of greenery between the flowers. Much like the swirls of lovely colors of passion that spiraled through her head as she felt his warm hand on her ass, the other groping to her breast while they kissed, his tongue in her warm, moist mouth, her breathing heavy, her heart pounding in ecstasy.
She felt his young hand dig into her asscrack and his fingers poke at her puckered asshole.
"Relax, baby, relax," he urged, touching her rectum, playing with her rear end.
"Oh, your tongue feels so good, so hot," she mumbled, sucking on his slippery stabber.
"Would it feel better someplace else? Between your legs? In your trench? How about up your snatch?" he asked hotly, sending thrills of passion sparking through her body.
The very thought of his young tongue lapping, his sweet mouth nipping, his hungry snorts, hot breath singeing ... my, God, she could not stand the joy that shot through her torridly hot body!
Her moans of delight thrilled the youth. She pushed her pussy to his throbbing cock, feeling each and every heavy pulsation of red-hot young blood pound through his penis. Heavenly delight! His cockhead was pressed firmly to her belly button as her leg swung up and over his hip, bringing his steaming cock and nuts closer into her scorching crotch. Her arms hugged the youth while his hand dug into her asscrack, punching at her asshole, digging in, feeling the tightness of her rectum.
"Hhhmmmmmm, ooohhhhhh, aaaggghhh, put your tongue ... aaagggnnn ... please ... uuuhhh, you feel so goood!" she whispered.
"Where do you want my tongue? Tell me," he teased, pressing his swollen cockhead into the top of her slit, into her golden pussy hair, feeling the sleek smoothness of her trench just above her clit.
"In me...." was all she could utter, her breath heavy, her hot hands all over his naked body, feeling his shoulders, his back and slipping to his flexed ass. God, he felt good, hot, passionate! How fantastically fiery.
"You want my tongue here?" he asked, slipping his swollen, tingling, scorching cockhead just inside her slit. "Or here?" he asked, moving his prickhead to her quivering clit. He had her lubrication juices all over his beautiful cockhead, all slippery, smooth, sliding.
"OR HERE!" he asked, rolling on top of her and slamming his prick roughly into her tight, sweltering twat."
"UUUMMM! OOOHHH! HHHUUUMMMPPPHHH!" she moaned, clamping her legs around his young, hot ass. She locked her heels just above his asscrack and pulled in as the youth slammed his cock home with hard thrashes.
In ... out ... in ... out ... in ... out with oozing of juices, slippery, juicy liquids sopping his throbbing cock and leaking into her steaming trench.
"Like that?" he groaned, humping her hole fiercely, thrusting, stabbing, jabbing in and almost out ... just to her vaginal opening ... and then a fierce plunge back into her warmth, her tightly clamping tunnel, her muscles that gripped, held, engulfed his cock as it throbbed, beat, pulsated deep within her fuck hole.
She felt the heavy beats of his young cock against the slippery walls of her vagina. She could tell exactly where his swollen cockhead was ... inching up her tube, stabbing, thrusting, grunting his cock home in her torridly hot, leaking hole. Tight around his throbber. Clamped securely to his shaft as he thrust in and dragged his prick to her vaginal opening, heaved in with a wild, animal thrust to plunge to her womb.
Jim humped her hole loving each plunge in. He was over her body with straight arms, looking down at her slit, watching his well greased cock as he slowly dragged it almost out, seeing his prick disappear into her snatch as he thrust his throbber back in. He watched his lathered prick as he pulled back almost out....
His groans of happiness roared in her ears.
Her heels got unlocked as he placed one of her legs up over his shoulder. Her crack was spread more and he got more depth from each thrust.
"Humph ... humph ... humph" ... in almost out, in ... almost out....
He saw his hot cock inch in, come dragging almost out, just to his swollen cockhead, all wet with her juices, sliding deeply into her golden -lined hole, pulling out, with her one leg high over his shoulder as the youth got part of his thrills from seeing his cock disappear into her twat, come back out of her reddened hole slippery and lathered with her juices.
"Ooohhhhhh, baby," he moaned, his tender cockhead feeling each prickle of static electricity, his penis pushing, throbbing into her land of glory, his testicles hot in her asscrack getting the oozing juices, rubbing against her rectum, tormenting her to ecstasy!
The youth balanced on one stiff arm and took his finger to her fluttering clit!
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, EEEIIIIIIIIIAAAAAA! MY, GOD! SOOO GOOOOOODDDDDD!" she screamed frantically, her hips slithering under his fierce jabs of shattering cock plunges.
"You like that?" he asked breathlessly, humping her hot, bubbling hole.
She nodded, her ecstasy too great to utter a sound.
"How 'bout this?" he asked, pulling his reddened cockhead out of her marshy hole and plunging his face to her widespread slit, moving quickly down on her.
She felt his young face bum into her snatch slit as his fingers gently pulled her reddish, pinkish folds of labia away from her peak of pleasure and her dark, smoldering hole. He didn't just tickle her clit with his tongue, he laid into her crotch all the way, wallowing in her creamy juices, tasting of her luscious liquids, sliding his fiery tongue up and down her juicy trench, nipping on her vibrating clit. His face was lathered with her delicious juices, his tongue lapped around and around her vaginal opening, sending scorching twinges of ecstasy zooming through her twisting, churning body. Her erratic movements sent her dazzling into passion as she raised her head and shoulders to see, through glazed eyes, this frantic, eating boy who wallowed hotly, fervently, torridly in her slippery slit. The thrill of seeing his dark head between her legs, deep in her squishy slit made her juice all the more ... and he lapped it up, sucked it in, relished her lubrication, her creaming juices, swallowed her flow of cum while he nibbled on her clit, laid his tongue flat in her sopping trench and licked the full length, taking in all she could put out!
Jim was up on all fours eating her out, his almost ready to explode cock jerking at his belly while his testicles hung full and loaded from between his legs.
His mother, watching from the doorway licked her lips. Oh, how she wanted to nip on her son's soft skinned nuts, to push one and then the other lovely fuck ball into her salivating mouth. Her crotch tingled with the joy she knew her friend Sharon was experiencing, her clit was fiery wild with excitement as she watched her son work over the woman's hot, slithering crotch!
Sharon wrapped her legs around the kid's sturdy body just under his arm pits and felt his tongue slide clear to her puckered asshole. The strong tongue punchs at her rectum thrilled her to sparking flow of more and more cum juice while her body winced, gyrated, slithered at his every stab of hot tongue. He was really into her slippery slit and she loved the squishy sounds of her cum juice and his spit as he pushed his face more into her steaming slit. His nostrils flared at the smell of her womanly juices. He was like a wild animal in her flowing, sleek, squishy slit, licking, laying his steaming tongue flat into her glory land. He inched tantalizingly up her squishy crack to her lovebud and nipped roughly on the fluttering flesh, making her stream of hot, bubbly cum surge and flow heavily into his mouth.
He loved it and she squealed with delight!
Her torso squirmed, her full breasts jiggled, she flicked her own nipples as the young boy sputtered, snorted, sniffed and ate like a feverish fiend into her squishy slit!
She felt his rimming tongue force into her gurgling, boiling, sopping snatch and wiggle while his nose snorted hotly against her dancing peak.
"Hhhmmm! Uuuhhh! Aaahhhggg!"
Sharon's body erotically twisted, her tits bobbing, her nipples rigid, her ass squirming as Jim's mouth, still sopping from her twat moved to suck at her asshole, while Sharon rolled to her side. Passion filled her steaming body, her head roared with fireworks, her flesh rippled with excitement and she was on her belly with the kid's face hot in her asscrack, licking, snubbing his tongue to her puckered rectum, digging, ravishing, like an animal, to eat out her shithole.
His young hands were all over her butt spreading her buns, licking into her asscrack, kissing, wildly nipping, and pulling her ass up into the air. His hands slipped under her belly and reached for her smashed tits. He jerked roughly on her nipples making her feel sparks of electric shock all through her torridly panting body.
His hand under her body, his face pushing into her asshole, his tongue sticking, prodding, forcing into her butt and Sharon rocked into ecstasy!
She felt the youth crawl up her body and snub his beating cock to her oozing asshole, felt the burn of stretching, trembled on her knees as the youth dogged it to her, humped her asshole, fucked into her tightness, keeping his fingers tugging on her tits, pulling her nipples like he was milking her breasts. Her butt felt ripped apart by the heavy thrusts of prick, the pressure of his pulsating, beating, pounding cock as it forced in....
Her head reeled in feverish bliss at the hardness, the near torture of being ass fucked, the burning, stretching, the soothing feeling of her flooding juices as he worked them out of her with his in and out thrusts, drags, pushes, pulls, heaves of his throbbing cock!
The first thrust of cock hurt like hell, but the more the kid worked her butt hole, the easier it got, opened up for his thumping shaft and she loved it! Her knees barely held her up as he rammed his cock up her asshole, she was nearly knocked flat. Her heavy panting, gasping for breath, the ache of her nipples as he tugged toughly, her head reeling, spiraling, his hanging nuts bobbing against her sloshy slit ... all sent her over the brink of ecstasy into paradise!
Whatever he wanted to do . .,. however he wanted to do it ... he was the greatest ass fucker ever, his rough, hard cock dug deeply, throbbing, pushing, forcing, plunging, beating until it seemed her whole body shook with each fierce throb of his cock! His swollen prickhead bumped into her squeezing, hot flesh and suddenly! Swamped her asshole with his cock juice, his cum, his rush of jism!
He jerked, spasmed, rode her gyrating ass shooting hot, steaming jism into her tight tunnel, feeling the ooze of the thick, creamy juice leak out of her asshole and onto his nuts from where it came in the first place!
Sharon was having a constant orgasm, her twat leaking, her clit sparking, her asshole crammed full of blasting cock ... her bottom was sopped, spasming, reeking of cum, both his and hers....
Her body crumbled and her nipples were pulled so toughly she almost cried out in pain ... almost as much pain as she felt in her asshole when she fell and his gushing cock was still hotly bubbling, gurgling, shooting his cum!
Her legs were splayed apart so widely, his body crunched into her asshole so tightly, her buns hugging his cock stump and brush of dark, thick hair, she burned with passion, her body rolled over on top of his as he kept fucking into her asshole and her laying on top of his young body, her tits jiggling, his hands touching, massaging both her breasts and sliding down into her sopping pussy as his hips pumped his jism into her torridly burning asshole.
HIS CUM SHOT ON AND ON AND ON ... and so did hers!
Her blue eyes were glazed with passion and lust, stars shot across her eyelids as her body simmered in the blissful passion of the young boy's red-hot ass fuck! His every thrust jolted her entire body, his moans of pleasure sounded loudly in her ears as he held her by the wide open, spread labia. His cock seemed to wither and then get hard again while he worked her butt frantically, with her spread-eagled on top of his jolting, jarring body. Sweat melted them together as one as the fuck went on and on and on!
Sharon wasn't sure when she felt Janet's tongue on her clit while her son ass fucked her.
Oh, the glory, the bliss, the heavenly rapture of having a hot cock blazing into her stretched, sopping asshole while Janet's tongue lapped into her labia ... spread by her son's fingers.
Sharon had never felt so fiery, so passionate, so burning hot, consumed by the flame of excitement! She heard Janet's tongue suction in and out of her cunt!
Fingers teased her clit. She wasn't sure if they were Janet's or Jim's. The young boy was holding her lips apart so his mother could lick, suck and plunge her steaming tongue into Sharon's hot bottom.
Juices oozed and Janet's tongue lapped them into her mouth, loving the delicious flavor of Sharon, tasting, swallowing, licking, nipping Sharon to almost unconscious bliss.
The thumping of the fat cock in her asshole rocked Sharon, jarred her with the ruthless punches, pokes, stabs, continually throbbing inside her, making her feel every fierce pulsation of his young, constantly hard prick.
Jim shot his blast of cum into Sharon's stretched asshole and thought his young cock would go limp at the touch of his mother's hands on his stump, right at Sharon's rectum, caressing, fondling his dangling testicles, he just kept shooting and stabbing, thrusting and tingling. His swollen cockhead prickled with fiery heat. He loved having his balls tormented, teased, licked as he shot Sharon full of hot, steaming jism which never seemed to quit!
If he hadn't have been so fired up, so excited, so cocked up, he would have collapsed in a heap of exhaustion, but the feel of his mother's hot tongue, wet from the oozing juices of Sharon's snatch, kept the youth in a state of constant erection!
There was no way he was going to let this wonderful, exciting time go past while he had a limp cock! He would make his prick stay hard and shooting if he shot cum he had to drag up from his toes!
Excitement soared! Passion dripped from all crotches! Fucking was all any of the three knew! Fucking bliss! Down on each other, one another, a hard cock to spur on the splendor of the moment! Juice, thick, creamy, sweet cum, jism, lubricating cock, cunt, asshole! Hands all over one another, in pubic hair, on asses, in cunts, licking tongues, fucking cock, all the glory of one grand orgy with mother and son and Sharon!
Suctioning noises, cheeks hollowing and puffing, smells reeking, noises of moans and groans, nuts in Janet's mouth, cock in Sharon's asshole, breasts fondled, nipples pulled, clit tongued! The three of them switched positions a million times, Jim's cock was in Sharon's asshole, he pumped his throbber into his own mother's simmering snatch, pulled it out and shoved his dripping cock into Sharon's mouth, her twat, back to his mother's mouth and up her tight asshole!
All of them had hands on testicles and up cunts ... all roaring with passion, lust, craving a never ending fuck, never stopping ecstasy of fondling, fire, heat, simmering crotches, hard cock!
Orgasm after orgasm flooded, screams and shrieks of pleasure filled the room ... smells of erotic pleasure ... Glory! Heaven! Rapture!
All three collapsed in a heap of fucking cum and gasped for breath.
CHAPTER NINE
"It just seemed like the thing to do," Janet said, sipping coffee in Sharon's kitchen.
All three were still gathering their wits about them after the fucking orgy. They had all crawled into the shower at the same time and cleaned the smell of sex from their bodies and now were recuperating in the kitchen.
"Didn't you feel weird doing all that with your son?" Sharon asked.
"No. If he's gonna fuck, why shouldn't he have the best? You and I are the best and you know it. Why shouldn't he have his balls chewed while he fucked your asshole? Why not all the way with everything? I'm sure he didn't mind whose mouth held his testicles, did you, honey?" Janet asked her son, hugging the boy close to her.
He shook his head, still dazed from the wonder of multiple fucking.
"Now, we really should get your son in on this fucking. You know I want him," Janet said softly.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Sharon screamed, slamming her hand down on the table.
"Why not? If my son's involved, why not yours?"
"Because your son wanted to fuck. My son doesn't. He's too pure to want to get into a brawl like we just had. No! You leave my son alone!"
"Bullshit! Given half a chance that kid of yours would fuck in a minute. I've seen his pants bulge. He knows what it's all about. He's not stupid, you know. He's just as inquisitive as my son. So why not let's fuck him. Let's start him off right. I know I want my son to give the very best of fucking to his wife when he gets one. He can learn from you and I, Sharon.
"You're gonna have to ease up on your son. If you want him to really have a good fucking life, he ought to know just how good it can be with no holds barred. Isn't that right, Jim?" Janet asked.
Jim nodded, half asleep. He was wiped out.
"My son's not going to fuck like we all just did," Sharon insisted.
"Why not? You liked it, didn't you? I did and Jim seemed to be enjoying himself. You are gonna deny your son the same fun and enjoyment? Isn't he good enough to have the joys and pleasures we all had this afternoon? Or are you gonna bring your son up like you were brought up ... this is wrong, that's wrong. The way to do it is the missionary style with three thrusts and that's all. Now you must not fuck around with anybody else, you must marry the girl and stay with her even if the only way you can get a hard-on is because you're BORED STIFF.
"Really, Sharon, I thought you had gotten over all that silly stuff, restrict this, that's a no-no. My, God, your precious baby's gonna die of boredom and never know the joys, the happiness we all know, isn't that right, Jim?" she asked her young son.
He nodded absently. Jim thought it was sort of stupid for these two women to fight over whether Ben was gonna fuck or not. They were even going to decide whom he was going to screw with. Dumb. Why didn't these two interfering women just let the guy alone. He'd figure it out for himself and if he didn't Jim would answer his questions. Women were so dumb!
"My son doesn't have a sex drive...." Sharon started.
"Bullshit," put in Jim.
"What do you know about it?" Sharon asked indignantly.
"I talk to the guy, remember? We discuss women and girls and boobs and asses and the whole bit. I know," he said firmly.
"Well, you don't! I will not have my son fucking and especially with you," she said looking straight at Janet.
"You seem to like it with me," Janet said sarcastically.
"You shut up!" Sharon said sternly.
"Ladies, let's not get into a fight over that. I know the two of you mess around with each other. So, let's fight about something else," Jim said absently.
"Did your mother tell you?" Sharon was getting upset.
"No," he shook his head. "Ben and I both saw you the night of the bar-b-que. We both know you two go down on each other and if that's your thing, great. I'm glad to know you're both still interested in men. We saw you, both of you, we got our jollies that night too. We jacked off watching the two of your with her nipples touching, her finger fucking, Mom, you went down on Sharon. Ben and I both saw it! Now will you two quit fighting and quit planning out the big fuck! Ben's fuck! Why don't you let him do his own planning and fucking and just let the guy alone. He's no baby."
Sharon was horror struck! Her son had seen her! My, God, it was the end of the world. Her baby knew. Her eyes were like saucers.
"Christ, Sharon, he knows you've messed around. Where does he think he came from? Artificial insemination? Jesus," Janet said, taking it easier, though a bit upset herself. Her son knew she had a sex drive, after all, he had seen her in action just now. She did not know that he knew about her sex life with another woman.
Oh, well! What the hell! That was all going to come out in the open and Janet still was going to fuck innocent Ben. She had had a virgin before and she had decided she would have this one, this perfect son of her best friend.
Janet didn't care what anybody said, she would fuck young Ben ... soon! Her crotch itched for his cock. It was only fair. If Sharon had fucked her son ... turn about was fair play.
Janet would fuck Ben!
She almost creamed her crotch thinking about the youth, so blond, so fair, so young and innocent. A VIRGIN!
Sharon could do nothing about it, could say nothing, do nothing for she had gotten her son's cherry....
Or so she thought....
Janet smiled her secret as she looked at her son's lumpy crotch. The darling, sweet boy. Virgin? Not in a long while. Janet smiled as if chewing on his cherry right now. It had been good....
Now for Ben's virginity, and losing it.
CHAPTER TEN
By the time Ben brought the doctor Sharon was all right. The doctor gave her a sedative and told her to rest for awhile and she would be fine. She had too much emotional strain. He knew what it was like being a navy wife. He had treated many of them in his time for nervous disorders.
Benny stood by and helped his mother get into bed and showed the doctor out. He then returned to help his mother with whatever she needed such as a glass of juice or something just so she would know she was not alone.
This, of course, tormented the already tormented woman. She could not have her young son in her bedroom. He was too much of a temptation to her, yet she had to talk to him about Janet and Janet's plans for Ben.
Sharon would keep her son clean and pure and away from THAT WOMAN!
Her own guilt was bothering her, too. She should never have given her son a blow job. Oh, his young cock had tasted so good, but, my God, that was terrible for a mother to do to her own son. Or was it?
Like Janet had said, she and Janet were good and to initiate their sons into the pleasure of sex who was better qualified? Both women certainly had experience, Sharon not nearly as much as Janet, but the redhead had given her nights of pleasure, why did Sharon so despise her for wanting to fuck her son?
Sharon knew why. Deep down in her heart, she wanted to be the one to take her son's virginity. She had been taught all of her life such an action would be totally wrong and completely evil, yet she craved her son's cock so desperately, she could almost feel his young prick pounding up inside her oozing twat.
Sharon knew it was wrong to violate her young son, but if a choice had to be made, she would fuck him ... not Janet! She hated Janet with a passion.
Benny sat on the edge of her bed feeling so sorry for his poor mother.
She looked at the child, her first and only born. So sweet, innocent.
"Darling, I want you to know I love you very much. I want you to know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you in any way. You know that, don't you?
"After today, and there are some things you are better not knowing, I must forbid you from going to Janet's mobile home. You are to stay away from Jim, too. He's a bad influence on your morals.
"Another thing, I will never go down on you again. I realized it was wrong when I ran into the bathroom and collapsed. It was the shock of being so lonely, so depressed, so absolutely alone and frustrated. Now I know that is not the way to release tensions. I mean for me to go down on you ... or go any farther with such sexual acts.
"I know mama surprised you and I know you didn't actually want me to lick your cock and put it into my mouth. Not that your cock isn't beautiful and wonderful, it is! I don't want you to get a complex about your precious prick. It is simply gorgeous. I loVe your cock dearly, but it isn't for use right now.
"When you get married to that somebody special...." she continued, mainly trying to relieve her own conscience.
"Wait 'til I get married? I may never get married. Then what?" His young, fair face flushed bright red for what he was going to say. "I liked what you did to me. I really loved the feelings of your warm mouth around my ... thing. I mean, I don't see where we did anything so terrible. Is ... sex ... wrong?" he asked.
Oh, what was she doing to her son?
"No! My, God, no! Sex is not wrong. I just feel it's not right to mess around with your own mother ... or the other way around, you know? I shouldn't have kissed your precious prickhead, so warm, so smooth, so velvety beautiful...." she said dreamily.
"Why not? If you liked it, and I surely did, what was so wrong? We aren't gonna do it again and I can't see Jim or his mother. So what if somebody else wants to mess around? You gonna tell me I can't have anything to do with them, either?"
"I'm only trying to protect you," Sharon said, reaching for her young son's hand.
"I can't see what you're so bent out of shape about. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING," he said confidently, with all the sureness that goes with the very young, the very dumb, the innocent.
"Oh, you may think you know what you're doing, but you don't!"
"Look, you can't run my life forever. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I'M SEVENTEEN!" he said firmly.
"Well, bully for you. I'm forty two and I still don't know what I'm doing, so I'd say you're pretty smart to have it all worked out. Really brilliant." Sharon was losing her patience with the immature boy who thought he had the world by the tail and he would spin it, not be spun.
"Look, mom," he flushed, his voice quivered. "I really want to know all about sex. If you won't teach me I'm going to Jim's mother."
"No, you're not! I'll have the law on her ass!" Sharon screamed hysterically.
"Then the law will be on mine, too and I'll be in juvenile hall. So if you get her, you'll be getting me, too."
Sharon watched her defiant son get up and stomp out of the room.
"Don't you go to her! I'll have her ass! Might do you some good to spend time in juvenile hall! Knock some sense into your head! Damn you, Ben, come back here! Do you hear me? Don't you go to that slut! I FORBID IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T...." Sharon screeched at the top of her voice.
She heard the door slide shut on the front of the mobile home.
He was deliberately defying her, his mother. He was always such a good boy. She could not understand what had gotten into him. He had never done anything she had said not to do. He had always obeyed her to the nth degree. What was wrong with her son?
Ben wasn't sure where he was going. He had walked out on his mother and when his dad got him, boy, would he get it. Maybe she would forget it by then. After all his dad had been gone for months now and wasn't due in for another month. His mother would forget. He'd go get her some flowers and tell her what she wanted to hear, he to her and soothe things over.
Right now his young cock pounded harshly in his pants. He had to do something about his solid hard-on! He would not go to Jim's mother. Sharon had forbid that and in a way he did respect her wishes. She was his mother and he had always done what she told him to do.
His body surged with rebellion and lust to find out what it was all about. He truly wanted to screw like his friend Jim. He could go to Jim and ask him about his blonde woman friend. Maybe if she was a nice lady she would fuck him, too.
At any rate, he would talk to Jim. Best friends talk things over and Jim was his best buddy. The two of them could figure out what to do with Ben's hot, pounding prick. That was it, he would go to Jim ... not Janet.
With rebellious thoughts Ben thought maybe he would go to Janet. Ben was a man. He knew his own mind. He was seventeen. What did his mother know? She could not choose his friends, he would do that for himself!
Then slightly unsure of himself, maybe he would go to Janet. First he wanted to talk to Jim. One thing he knew for sure, he had loved his cock in his mother's mouth. If that was only a lead up, fucking must be really something! Fantastic!
As if lead around by his own throbbing prick, he headed for the front of the mobile home park. His cock was all he knew! He had to have someplace to stick it. He preferred a mouth at this point because that was all he knew. He longed for a cunt so he could feel how wonderful it was to fuck. It had to be terrific. Jim had said so.
Ben walked to the row where Jim's mobile home was and lingered at the end of the street. He would catch his buddy either coming or going. He would not go right up and ask for him. He would be too embarrassed to face Janet.
His mother had told him what she wanted from him and he wouldn't know what to do. He would be so stupid he would make an ass out of himself. Even to defy his mother he would not make a fool out of himself. What he needed was somebody understanding and insecure, more so than he was, so if he blundered, nobody would notice.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he loitered at the end of the street. He didn't see Jim. He didn't see his mother, either. He waited and it was getting dark. He was bored with the whole thing but he would not go home. He would not give into his mother. She didn't know but what he was fucking right now. It gave Ben a feeling of smugness to know he was tormenting his mother, going against her wishes, doing what she would not approve of ... if her mind had him in bed with Janet.
He put his hands in his pockets and felt the large lump of beating flesh. Damn, he wanted to fuck. Rubbing his throbber in his pants, he decided to go over to the store on the corner. What he thought he would find he didn't know but he was tired of waiting for Jim.
He sauntered to the store and messed around, glancing at the headlines of the newspaper, talking to the woman who ran the little neighborhood store, buying bubble gum and in general doing nothing.
He grinned when he thought of what his mother was thinking he was doing. Well, she shouldn't tell him who he could associate with. It was none of her business. She also shouldn't have gone down on him and given him a sample of the glory in store.
This was boring, too. Nobody came by he knew and no woman or girl seemed to know what his problem was. At least nobody just lay down and let him try. He wished some horny woman would rape him. That would be the easy way to find out about sex, let some horny woman attack him and do it all and he could just lay there and observe. He hung around the store as people came and went and nobody tried to attack him.
He knew nobody would, but he could wish.
That'd be really neat if the woman in the store took him into the back room and made him pull down his pants and fucked him. Wow, what a good thought. It made his cock harder and throb roughly, even jerk the front of his pants with its desire and fierce beats of lust.
Benny fumbled through magazines and glanced at the woman who ran the store. She was so damned jovial with all the customers, laughed and her plump, short body seemed to quiver with laughter, but she did not seem to have any intentions of taking him into the back room.
His young mind thought of the blonde Jim was keeping so secret. Could it be his own mother? Naw. Sharon was so dead-set against older women fucking young boys, she would never be a part of the junk Jim had told him, still his mother had gone down on him.
He would absolutely shit if the blonde was his mother, fucking his friends and telling him, Ben, not to fuck. That would really be rotten. He knew adults did have double standards, what they could do and what their kids could not do. Still, no, the blonde woman couldn't be his mother. She would never fuck him. She had laughed and forbidden Ben to have anything to do with Jim or his mother, Janet simply because Janet had the hots for him. Ben knew the blonde was not his mother and the only reason Jim was keeping her a secret was it just wasn't easy to find somebody to fuck. That was it. Not that the blonde lady could be Ben's mother. No way.
Ben's cock was driving him berserk. The tender cockhead wanted a cum. He watched every woman who came into the store and noticed either her tits or her ass and he was horny as hell!
Since he did not have the guts to rape anybody and nobody seemed interested in his cock, he left the store to go sit in the bushes by the big hill in back of the mobile home park.
He glanced down Jim's row of trailers to see if he was out in the yard. No signs of him. He was probably with that blonde woman right now. He certainly wasn't interested in Benny or what he was doing so Ben continued to the hill and sat amidst the bushes.
His young, fumbling hand unbuttoned his pants and he whipped out his stiff cock. He moaned as he stroked his blood-gorged cock up and down, up and down, up and down. His fingers slipped in the juice that babbled out of his tender prickhead. His other hand dug around in his pants and dragged out his burning nuts.
He sat shivering in his passion in the night under the bushes, working his own cock. His hand felt so good as he imagined his mother's hand stroking up and down on his shaft. He kept his eyes closed and it was his mother touching his soft testicles, tracing her finger up and down his beating stem. It was her spit in his hand as he spit in his own hand and rubbed across his pounding cockhead.
Her hand quickened on his cock, worked up and down and around, touching his balls, fingering his prick, wiping it across his flaming cockhead. His moans sounded in his own ears as he drifted into ecstasy of his own hand job on his cock. He felt his swollen cockhead and imagined it in his mother's steaming mouth as he squished his spit onto his cock and into his piss-hole. The youth squirmed on his ass as he watched the moon and worked his dick double time.
In his mind his mother worked his prong faster and faster. In his mind his mother's fingers coiled around his thumping stem to feel the heavy beats, the fierce, wanton throbs, the pounding pulsations of his young cock!
He felt it! His cockhead tingled with pleasure! His full testicles were uptight and ready! Bloated with sperm.
"OH, MAMA, MAMA, MAMA, YOUR MOUTH'S SO GOOD ... SO HOT ... YOUR TONGUE ... MAMA ... He whispered, working his cock rapidly, shaking, quivering, jerking, spreading his spit over the top of his cockhead and imagining it was his mother's.
His orgasm came with a full blast into his hand which was full of spit and capped over his swollen cockhead, just like his mother's mouth would be!
"EEEIIIGGG, OOOHHH, UUUMMM, MAMA ... SO GOOD ... MAMA!" he cried and got his hands full of hot, creamy jism.
Ben put his hand to his mouth and licked the sticky, bittersweet cum into his own mouth, tasting, savoring each droplet, loving the juice of his prick. His tongue slipped between his fingers and lapped at the palm of his hand. Delicious. Luscious. The smell of his cum sent shivers of happiness up and down his spine.
His wracking body quieted from his own hand-job and he lay sprawled spread-eagle on the ground with his limp prick softly on his balls.
HE FELT RIDICULOUS! STUPID! HUMILIATED!
His own young, hard cock and he had to give himself a hand-job. Boy, he would never tell Jim. Jim was a stud and he would never cum in his own hand now he had his lady friend. Those days were over for Jim.
Ben was jealous of the fact Jim was a man and fucked and didn't have to crawl off in the bushes and give himself a hand-fuck. Ben was still a dumb virgin craving a woman fuck.
Instead, there he lay in the dark, panting his own hand fuck while he thought of his mother's twat, her mouth, her body. He had to get his orgasm himself, humiliating.
Ben was really depressed about his orgasms. He wanted to know, to experience, to feel what other people were talking about. Ben wanted to fuck, not lay humiliated in the bushes with his own hand getting all sticky from his own hand fuck. Rotten, really sad, depressing, humiliating.
Ben was a failure!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What are you doing here?" Sharon asked Jim. "Oh, I just thought I'd drop in and we'd fuck," he said.
"You certainly have changed since I first met you four months ago. You used to be so timid and shy and quiet. Not pushy at all. Now you just walk in like you own the joint and state a request for a fuck. What happened to the shy, dark, retiring youth I used to know?" she asked.
"You, baby," he grinned, his beard lifting slightly at the corners.
"Have you seen Ben? He stormed out of here awhile ago and I'm worried," she said, sitting on the couch.
"Nope, I haven't seen him, but you don't have to worry because my mom's not at home. Relax. Let's screw," he said devilishly, sitting beside her on the couch, his thigh pressed to hers.
"I think I've created a monster," she laughed. "Fuck you for awhile and you turn out fuck nuts."
"GGGRRROOOWWWLLL, LET'S FUCK!"
Sharon laughed and fell back on the couch. She laughed more than his growl was funny. She looked at the dark -haired youth and looked deeply into his eyes, steel blue-gray, and they seemed to engulf her body.
She had had this kid in her pants more times in the last four months than she cared to admit. She did love him. She adored his youth, his vitality, his humor. He was a doll. His dark mass of hair leading into his full growth of beard, neatly trimmed, made him look older than his eighteen years. He seemed older to her. He had helped her through a very rough time this time while her husband was out to sea.
She could honestly say she hadn't missed old George all that much. She had gotten into too much, Janet, Jim, and it pained her to think of blowing her own son, but she had.
"Ben's been mad at me ever since that day I told him he couldn't fuck your mother. He comes and goes and never talks to me. He's really quite angry. I told him he couldn't see you, either. Do you mind?" she asked, putting her hand on his stocky thigh.
"Why would you tell him that? I know he's hanging around different guys at school and not me anymore. Why did you tell him to stop bummin' with me?"
Her hand slipped to his tented pants.
"HHHHHHMMMMMMMMM, NICE HARD-ON," she said avoiding his question.
"Come on, Sharon, why did you tell your son not to hang around with me? I'd like to know," he insisted, giving her neck a soft nuzzle.
"In a way I'm afraid of you and your mother, I guess. I just didn't want you to tell Ben about us. He's suspicious anyway. Sometime he's gonna find out what we've been up to. When he does, he's really gonna blow his stack." she said.
"I wish you'd stop worrying about that. I'm not gonna tell him. In a couple of months we'll be be out of high school. In a week my dad will be home and so will your husband. What's happened to us in this last few months will probably be forgotten unless you want to sneak while your husband's home. I will. I love your cunt. Anyway, you'll probably forget all about me, your husband'll be here, Ben'll straighten out and everything'll be back to normal again," Jim said, touching her full breast with his warm hand. "I'm gonna miss this, baby." He kissed her on the ear lobe and tongued into her ear.
She slipped passionately into his young arms with the roar of passion from his kisses blasting through her body. Her head reeled as if she were drunk on his love. She did love the youth, she adored him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She was not exuberant about the fact her husband would be home in a short time. Not at all. She didn't want to let go of her young lover ... SHE COULDN'T! The very thought of losing Jim drove her frantic. She loved this young boy more than anything else in the world. Her husband had not been with her to comfort her, to love her, to satisfy her physical needs. Jim had.
She cuddled up to the youth, his hands cupping her breast. Her hand worked at getting his pants unbuttoned. She flipped out his stone-hard cock and cooed her undying love for his precious prick.
Jim looked uneasily at the open front door.
"Don't worry, honey, Ben's gone and he'll stay gone all day. So we have almost forever," she whispered.
"Forever's a long time. All we need is time to fuck and have some fun," he said.
"We'll have time for fucking forever...." she said, kissing his lips and nibbling them, brushing her hot, wet tongue across them.
"Then you'll sneak out with me even after your husband's home?" he asked, smiling. He was happy to know he was such a good seducer, even better than her old man.
She nodded and cooed she could not live without his lovely, delicious cock. She would never give it up.
Wow, he felt like a king. He must really be good. It thrilled him to know this lovely blonde would two-time her husband for him. Jim had thought all this happy fucking would stop after her husband got home, but apparently he was wrong. Wonderful! Great! He didn't have to rush into finding another hole to fuck or corner his mother in the bathroom. He had time, lots of time. He didn't know just how much time he had. He felt really good about knowing he would not have a dry spell while he searched for another snatch to fuck. Sharon was a good head. He hugged her close to his young body and enjoyed her fingers on his blood-gorged cock, stroking up and down, feeling every ridge of heavy blood veins, sliding over his sensitive cockhead, tipping her finger at his piss-hole.
His body sparked with passionate joy at her touches. He was so proud of his abilities as a mother fucker, he simply was exuberant with joy and happiness. To think an older woman would prefer him to her husband. Wow!
She felt his hand squeeze her tit and she smiled at the tender thrill scorcing through her body. She thought she had never felt a body she so craved, lusted for, would do anything for. She had such a body and her hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock, his deliciously pounding prick.
The thick, clear liquid of anticipation bubbled out of his piss-hole. She smeared her finger through the warm juice to lather his lovely cockhead. She leaned forward to kiss his precious prick all swollen with delight. Oh, the taste of his clear lubrication fluid was so good, the feeling of the thick juice coating the inside of her mouth, delicious!
Her fingers fondled his soft skinned testicles, feeling each and every small crevice of fold in Jus super soft skin. Shivers shot up and down her spine as she tasted his luscious juice and caressed his manly nuts. Her hand slipped way under his nuts to the very stem of his cock and on even farther to his darling, puckered asshole. She groped around his musky crotch exploring the wonder of her young lover as if this were the first time. Each touch, caress, fondling of her fingers sent thrills scorching through her body. She absolutely adored this young boy and was proud of her love for him. She was flattered he always came back to her for one fine fuck. Darling boy. Sweet. Gorgeous steel-blue gray eyes, thick, bushy hair and well trimmed beard, olive skin, stocky. He was one fine looking young man and she adored him. She loved tasting his cock juice and would be perfectly content to spend the rest of her life with her face in his delicious crotch.
Her fingers were all over his crotch area, feeling his warm, luscious nuts, touching his asshole, kissing his swollen cockhead, smearing his gurgling juices with her hot tongue up and down his heavy, beating stem, nibbling on his cock, licking up to his glorious crown, swallowing him in her hot spit and taking his luscious juices into her mouth.
She felt his warm hands on her tits, massaging, caressing. One hand slipped up under her blouse and unsnapped her bra hooks to unleash her crammed in boobs. She sat up to take her blouse off and watched his thickly lashed eyes gape at her cleavage as she slowly dropped her clothes to the floor.
She put her hand to his bearded chin and lifted his young face so their eyes met. The gaze lasted as each seemed lost in the rapture of closeness they felt for each other.
"I love you," she said very tenderly.
Jim flushed at her words. He had never told a girl or woman those words and couldn't manage to get them out. He was not sure if he loved her or not, if she was the mother image or what, if he just got a thrill out of going to bed with her, he did think something of her, but his immature thinking was not sure just what he thought.
Right now he did not care. His young, stiff cock longed for her leaking snatch. His heart pounded roughly against his rib cage, his breath was gaspy, his body rippled with passionate desire. He wanted her hot face back down in his crotch, sniffing, tonguing, tasting, loving his cock! His young body trembled with excitement, his hand went to the back of her blonde head and with very little effort, he pushed her face down on his body. He did not have to force her to take his slippery, velvety cockhead into her mouth. Her warm lips encircled his precious dick and she sucked in, her head going down deeply on his prick. She felt the sensitive shaft at the back of her mouth just at the entrance of her throat.
While she sniffed and snorted her passion into his crotch, he removed his shirt and sat bare to the knees with his hand on the back of her curly blonde head watching her bob around. He splayed his legs, spread his stocky thighs so she could get all of his crotch with her steaming mouth.
His free hand caressed down her back to her buns and into her asscrack.
She trembled passionately at his touch. The more he touched her, the more she kissed his rock-hard cock, the more of his bubbling, simmering juice she swallowed, the more she swore she would never let him go. She had to own him, possess him totally, completely, forever!
She felt like a hot teen-ager with her first love's prick in her mouth bobbing up and down, up and down on his thumping shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she sucked his stone-hard, rigid stick into her saliva filled mouth and sucked the leaking cockhead clear into her neck.
She relaxed her muscles and let him plunge his dick right into her throat. Oh, the hot thrill of feeling her head rocked and vibrated by this thumping, jerking cock in her neck! Her face flushed with passion. She quivered, knowing he loved his prick inside her throat. She felt his hand on her throat as he moaned, feeling his tough pounds of cock inside her throat.
She lifted her soft, warm face to lather his dick with her spitty kisses, tongue his piss-hole, wallow his cock in her saliva, and plunge the rugged prick back down her throat. Again and again she pulled his prick out of her neck to lather it with passionate kisses, love his thickly pounding cock and shove his tender cockhead back into her throat.
Her head reeled with the heavy vibrations, her face rubbed against his fully loaded balls feeling the warmth, the softness of his ovals. Her nostrils sucked in the heavenly aroma of his musky crotch, his oozing, bubbling cock juices, while her hands fondled his testicles, worked to his asshole, touched under his fully gorged rocks, hugged his flexed ass tightly.
Sharon was engulfed with rapture. Her body twinged and twisted as she squirmed to get into one position and then another as she loved his cock, worshipped the bliss of his strong, hard ram-rod. Her fiery tongue whipped around his swollen cockhead, she nibbled hotly on his smooth crown and slipped to the floor between his thighs. She cupped his lovely nuts in her warm hands and slowly rotated the ovals inside the sacs. Her hungry snorts and sniffs of passion urged her torridly hot body to go down on him again and again, shoving his pounding, pulsating cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
She loved the feeling of being so gorged with delicious meat she quivered and shook.
"OH, THAT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOD," he moaned, slithering down farther on the couch to where his butt was just on the edge. "HHHMMMMMM, AAGGH, OOOHHH, I'mMM GONNNAAA CUMMMMMMMMM!"
Sharon took her hot, sucking mouth off of his cock with a loud suction-breaking noise. She had to have his young sperm in her twat. She slithered her nearly naked body up his as he sat on the edge of the couch with his pants down around his ankles. As she slid her body up on his hairy belly and on up to his chest, his hands held her pants so by the time her lips met his, her pants were off.
Her damp pussy pressed against his lower belly. She wrapped her knees around his hips to snub his pulsating cockhead to her widely splayed slit. Hotly she rubbed, rotated, gyrated her creaming slit on his rock-hard dick, feeling his tender smooth prickhead touch against her eager, fluttering clit.
Slithering, straddling his cock, her kisses were warm and passionate. Her tongue traced across his soft lips, stuck inside his mouth between his teeth and lips to taste of his luscious saliva before she plunged her stabbing tongue into his moist, delicious mouth for him to suck.
Her hips rotated so her widespread clit rubbed his beating cock to lather her oozing juices onto his throbber, into his brush of thick, bristly hair, torment him with her eager, weeping snatch. Her body shook with lush when his cockhead touched her vaginal opening.
"STICK IT IN! SIT DOWN ON MY COCK! GOD, YOUR TWAT'S SO HOT! HMMM, LOVE YOUR SNATCH," he moaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy his hands on her ass.
Her elbows were on his shoulders holding his head still so her tongue could taste of his saliva and kiss his opened, moaning mouth.
Her naked tits rubbed on his hairy chest tantalizing her nipples. Her body was on fire with desire, lust, passion. She sparked with eagerness. Her weeping snatch nibbled on his young, sweet cockhead. Her spread crotch felt the steam heat from his crotch. She kept her spasming snatch nibbling on his hot, horny cock to torment him to ecstasy.
"Sit down, baby, down ... uuummmmmm, so hot ... oooeeem ... leeeooo .,. . goona cummmmmmmmm,.' He moaned, her tongue in his mouth.
She felt his hot, sweaty hand slip from her buns to her hips and firmly push her whirl pooling, gyrating crotch down hard on his vibrating, jerking, pounding cock!
The first thud in of his swollen cockhead sent her into spiraling bliss.
"OOOHHHHHH, MY, GOD!" she gargled with her tongue still tasting his mouth.
Her cunt sizzled with fire, she went around and around on his stiff prick, Down and around, down and around circled her clasping, clutching twat, feeling his strong, pulsating cock push deeper and deeper into her land of paradise. She held onto the boy's cock with her tightly grasping vaginal muscles until she felt she had hit bottom. Her widely splayed slit was flat down on his hairy pelvis, his wiggling, jerking cock snug up inside her smooth, sleek vagina. Her clit danced with glee as his rough brush of pubic hair brushed back and forth with her every grinding, rotating movement. She felt his soft, fully gorged nuts just at the back of her squishy slit. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his stiff prick, she ground his dick up into her womb.
Slowly she slid up to where his swollen cockhead was all that was inside her heavenly hole. Smash down hard on his young dick until her clit was once more lost in the thickness of his pubic hair.
With her every upward and downward thrust of her weeping, tight, clamping snatch, her tits rubbed her nipples into his dark mat of hair across his chest. Her body was further stimulated by his hands sliding up and down her warm, naked flesh from her breasts to her ass as she rotated on his post and rammed it into her oozing, trickling tunnel.
Up and down, up and down, spiraling around his stuck in cock. Down and grinding in, round and round circled her clasping snatch.
Juices gurgled from her leaking snatch to lather his pulsating cock. Smells of her womanly twat and his muskiness seeped to their noses. Squishy sounds of juicy fluids reeked.
She spread her knees wider to get her sleek, slippery crack way down flat against his pelvis.
Her love peak quivered, she felt the surge of oncoming orgasm with each frantic gyration, each widely passionate rotation where his beating stump touched her dancing clit.
She squatted until she thought her asscrack would split and her front slit would split all the way to her lower, contracted belly. Passions flowed wildly!
His young pelvis smashed up to meet her every downward heave of devouring snatch. The heat of passion, sweat seared their bodies together sliding up and down and around and in!
Sharon's head reeled with ecstasy! The roar of her fast flowing blood made her ears ring. Her body sizzled with fiery excitement!
Ooohhh, the fierce plunges of cock! The musky smells, the heavy womanly odors of her sloshy, clamping snatch!
Up ... down ... up ... down she slid on his rock-hard cock. Around and around gyrated her sopping snatch.
He belted his cock up and into her twat with frantic fervor, groaning his passion for this fuck!
She splatted his squatting crotch flat down on his hot skin and wept for joy at his throbbing, pulsating cock which was jerking violently inside her vagina.
"Oh, ray God! So hard. The beats, the throbs. Soo Goooddd," she squealed with joy.
She rode his cock hard and heavy, up and down and around, feeling the tingle in her toes scorch up her legs. Her whole body was aflame with hysterical lust! She seemed like one big twat, all parts of her flexing, pushing, gyrating, spasming and squirting her love juice.
"I'MMMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG," she screamed, tightening her knees against his bumping hips. She jerked and slithered her happy cum, still riding the hell out of his cock. Her fingers dug into his flesh. Her feverish face pressed against his pulsating neck and she bounced up and down, up and down, on his cock, her vaginal muscles squeezing his jism out of his piss-hole.
The youth arched his back in passionate release of his sperm.
"IIIEEEOOO, SOOO GOOODDD, HOT, OOOHHH," he moaned spraying glob after glob of his hot, thick juice into her onrush of cum.
She clasped her knees tight to his sides as he humped her with each jolting blast of his young cum. She hung on for dear life to get every wonderful drop of his sperm up into her dribbling snatch.
Sharon was still cumming, Jim was blasting his cum up her tunnel, and they rolled together, cock in cunt, all over the couch, hung together, never wanting to have the fuck end. Juice smeared his balls, leaked to drench her sloshy trench. Together they moaned, groaned, clung to each other in raptured bliss. The mutual flow of orgasmic fluid flooding, the passion of fire sparked between them.
"AAAIIIEEE, SO HOT, CREAMY, GOOD!"
"I LOVE IT, YOUR COCK'S THE GRANDEST COCK IN THE WORLD ... HOT, STONY HARD!"
"HMMMMMM," he moaned, nuzzling his flushed face against hers, holding her naked body tightly to his, feeling her wild passion with every heart beat, loving the feel of her warm skin, her smooth, squishy slit, her clamping twat, her passionate movements, erotic punches of snatch.
Sharon clung to the eighteen year old in wild, animal passion. Frantically she begged him to fuck her again and again!
"Just as soon as my cock's up, I'll fuck you hard, again and again!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sharon sat on the floor betweens Jim's legs playing with his sticky cock and balls. Her fingers would pick up his limp dick and touch the sticky skin while her mouth licked away the cum from his testicles.
"I'll get your penis, too. I want to gobble all of you. I love you so much," she said in a daze.
Whenever she fucked the young boy she soared to the heights of passion. She was uncontrollably delighted with his cock, with his young body, so much younger that her. Even though she was old enough to be his mother, older, for there was twenty-four years difference in their ages, her passion, lust, frantic ferver for fucking matched his.
She could go on forever fucking him, going down on him. She loved this child.
The youth, free as a bird, fuck happy, horny, could go on forever fucking her. He craved her luscious body as much as she craved his.
Good thing, too.
SHARON WAS ABOUT TO ANNOUNCE TO YOUNG JIM THAT SHE WAS PREGNANT ... just as soon as she got his cock licked off....
