This is the story of Wanda Harvey, at a critical time in her life as a wife and a mother.
It began rather suddenly and unexpectedly when she had harsh words with her husband Fred as she drove him to the airport, and she criticized his lack of attention to her sexuality.
Wanda arrived back home frustrated by her sexual desires seeking to express themselves. She greeted her young son with a kiss and a warm embrace. She was shocked to find her passion mounting to a fever pitch, and the kiss was far from an innocent one, neither on her part, nor on her son's. She was stunned to realize his awakening sex drive was in full swing and directed at her.
Somehow she found the strength to push him away and send him off to school. But when he returned that afternoon it began all over again. After she succeeded in pushing him away once more, her defenses crumbled, and she gave in to his wild desire, and hers.
The next day, filled with remorse and self-reproach that she had shared her bed and her body with her son, Wanda made a concerted effort to stop it. But her will power then, and on following attempts, proved to be no match for the fires of passion that burned fiercely within her, and in her son.
By the time Wanda's husband Fred returned from his business trip a week later, their son, Ron was an accomplished and skillful lover, and he tried out his newly acquired power on young Cindy Stuart. The results left her starry-eyed with happiness.
Later he took on lovely young Marion Adams for her coveted prize, which she had successfully defended against more challengers than she could recall. Ron's conquest of her left her far from unhappy and even seeking a rematch.
In the meantime Wanda hoped that her husband's efforts in their bedroom would subdue her fiery desire and enable her to behave toward their son in a more motherly, rather than wanton manner.
In this, Fred was a complete failure. And Wanda continued in her duel role of wife to Fred, and sex partner to her son.
How she managed to keep this strange affair secret, from her husband, neighbors and friends, while maintaining a quiet and respectable image in the community, showed a commendable ability to adapt quickly to new circumstances and make them work for her benefit and gratification.
CHAPTER ONE
Wanda was not her usual sweet self as she drove her husband Fred to the airport. It showed in her driving and it also showed in her overly hostile attitude when she spoke to him.
"You seem a little edgy this morning," Fred said. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"I'd sleep a lot better if I could get laid once in a while," she answered testily.
"Wanda! I hope your language isn't that crude in front of our son." Fred looked at her with obvious disapproval.
"Oh of course!" Sarcasm dripped from Wanda's words. "I'm constantly telling our fourteen-year-old son that his mother would like to get fucked!"
Fred gave her a look of disgust and said nothing. For some distance they drove in silence.
"How long will you be gone this time?" she said finally.
"A week. Possibly eight days. Mr. Beamish considers this a very important account, and frankly I do too. He wants it handled right and so he sent me. If it weren't for me, he'd have to go himself.
"If he had to do a few more things for himself, maybe it would be Mrs. Beamish who wouldn't be getting enough sex, instead of me."
"Wanda, do you have to talk like that? It makes you sound so cheap."
Wanda pulled out from behind the car ahead and tramped the accelerator to the floor.
"Mrs. Beamish doesn't sound cheap though, does she? That's because Mr. Beamish has you to handle all these damned accounts and he saves his energy for when he's in bed with Mrs. Beamish."
"There's just no talking with you when you're in one of these moods," said Fred peevishly.
"Did it ever occur to you that if you'd consider our bedroom one of Mr. Beamish's important accounts, and treat it accordingly, that maybe I wouldn't be in one of these moods?"
"Oh Wanda, for heaven's sake! There's other things in life besides sex!"
"You're telling me? Whatever is in my life certainly isn't sex. Not in the past two weeks, plus another week, while you're gone. I'm not even sure if there will be any even after you get back."
"I certainly hope you get over this mood while I'm gone," said Fred, trying to sound tolerant. "I know I haven't been at my best around the house, but you know I've been tired. This job is very exhausting at times, but it provides well for us. We have a very nice home and you and Ron are dressed well. Two cars and a summer place. We aren't doing bad."
"Right," said Wanda, "and all we have to sacrifice in return is to give up our sex activity. I'll bet that son-of-a-bitch Beamish hasn't given up his sex life. I know damn well he hasn't; at that party he invited us to a month ago, he could hardly keep his eyes and his hands off me."
"He'd been drinking," said Fred.
"So he was drunk! He could still get it up. It wasn't just in his mind. He had a solid hard-on. I could feel it when he danced with me. He held me close and rubbed that thing against me and it was as hard as a rock. And he's fifteen years older than you are."
"You sure know how to make a man feel needed," Fred said sulkily.
"Needed? What in hell do you think I've been trying to tell you? I've needed you for the past two weeks. I'll need you this coming week that you're gone. I'll need you the week after that when you're too tired and exhausted to do anything about it. Get the message?"
"Loud and clear," sighed Fred.
"Damn it Fred. Other men aren't through with sex at forty-three. They're not even at the halfway mark. And what about me? I'm ten years younger than you are. I know we got off to an early start, when I married you at eighteen, but I didn't plan on giving up sex at thirty-three."
"Oh Wanda," Fred sighed again, "listening to you talk is getting to be like reading a pornographic book."
"Maybe you should read a few," replied Wanda. "Get a few ideas. I wouldn't feel it was all so hopeless if you would make an effort to do something about it. See a doctor, or a marriage counselor, or take a rest from this stupid pace you're keeping up."
"You've been reading too many romance magazines," Fred said defensively.
"Maybe you're right," Wanda agreed. "I should be spending that time getting laid."
The unpleasant discussion came to an end when Wanda turned in at the entrance to the airport and a few minutes later stopped the car in front of the entrance to the airline Fred would be traveling on.
Fred got out of the car, took out his baggage, then gave her a goodbye kiss.
"Say goodbye to Ron for me," he said.
"I will."
"Keep an eye on that boy. Don't let him get into any mischief."
"What kind of mischief?"
"Well, he's fourteen. Kids his age can think up all kinds of things. Maybe he's thinking about girls."
Wanda laughed. "He's been thinking about girls since he was five. You saw him last night with Cindy Stuart. She's a girl."
"That's not what I meant," Fred replied. "As long as he's with Cindy, there's no need to worry. Cindy is a nice girl. She comes from a good family. It's those other girls we need to watch."
"You never seem to say exactly what you mean," said Wanda, "but I believe you're referring to sex."
"Well, yes I am."
"You don't want our son to get laid?"
"Wanda!"
"All right, don't get excited. I'll give Ron to understand he's not to have sex with any girl until you get back and he checks with you first."
"I see you're in one of your unreasonable moods again," Fred said, looking at her with some annoyance.
"You'd better hurry dear, or you'll miss your plane."
Wanda watched him vanish out of sight, then turned the key in the ignition and made her way back onto the highway.
He was right. She was in one of her unreasonable moods again. Fred had no difficulty in spotting them, but he was totally blind when it came to seeing what was causing them.
It wasn't such a difficult thing to understand. It had been over two weeks since the last time he had sex with her, and it was a pretty poor effort at that. Now he'd be gone for another whole week. Would he have sex with her when he got back? Or would he be too tired again?
Fred was always too tired, or too busy, or off on a business trip for that damned corporation that seemed to think that it owned him. But could she really blame the corporation? Plenty of other men had wanted that executive spot, and Fred fought tooth and nail to get it.
It was Fred's doing, not the corporation's.
Then once he got it, he became obsessed with it. He lived his job, nights, weekends. It was the corporation he was married to, not her. She had the ring and the license, bug not the man to go to bed with every night. Not a man who would climb between her legs every night instead of once or twice a month.
Was that being unreasonable? Granted she was only 33 and Fred was 15 years older, but would it make that much difference? Her friend Betty didn't have her problem. Betty's husband was much older than Fred and Betty confided to her that she got laid every night, sometimes in the morning as well.
When Wanda mentioned that to Fred, he said that Betty's husband was a sex maniac. Well maybe he was, but Betty sure seemed to be happy and contented.
The more successful Fred became, the more demands the corporation made on his time. And he spent more time away from Wanda. Soon a pattern of loneliness developed within her.
She knew she was a beautiful woman, and she noticed the way men looked at her, wherever she happened to be. It wouldn't be any problem to get someone to look after her sexual needs. It bothered her that she didn't get more sex from Fred than she did. He was away so much and it was getting her down.
Wanda could admit to herself she was a very hot woman, and she was proud of her beautiful face and body. She was proud too that there was no upkeep involved, no tiresome exercise, no dieting. But she wanted her husband to spend more time admiring her.
On the few occasions when he was home, he was busy going over papers in his briefcase, preparing for some deal that was coming off on his next trip, and she did not get much chance to see him. And when she did, he would either be too tired to have sex, or would need to conserve his strength for the next day.
Wanda arrived home feeling disgusted about the whole thing, put the car in the garage and went into the house.
As she entered the living room, her young son Ron came out of the hallway looking fresh and wide awake.
"Darling," she called out to him. "What are you doing up so early? You could have slept for another hour before getting ready for school."
"I guess I heard you and Dad leave," he replied. "Then I was awake, so I took a shower and got dressed."
As he came to her she put her arms around him and kissed him. At first she thought she was kissing him, then it seemed more like he was kissing her, and not in the way a boy usually kisses his mother.
She felt a tingle of excitement rush through her, and she was aware that he was holding her tightly against him.
Was it an innocent act that his hand slid down over the small of her back and was now on one of the mounds of her buttocks? Or had he done it deliberately? Then she was aware of a distinct pressure against her pubic mound, caused by a bulge in the front of his trousers.
Heavens! He was only fourteen. Could he have an erection that size?
Her cheeks burned with excitement when she then realized that she hadn't pulled away the instant she became aware of it. Instead, she'd caught herself pressing forward against it and making a sly sensuous movement with her hips. What was she thinking of? Her own son!
"I'll get some breakfast for you," she gasped weakly, pulling her lips from his and ending their warm embrace.
The boy looked shaken and embarrassed so Wanda decided to pretend she hadn't noticed anything unusual and put him at ease.
"The coffee is hot and I'll have toast, eggs and bacon for you in no time at all. How about some orange juice?"
"Fine," said Ron, struggling to get his voice under control. "Sounds great."
Wanda was like a different person while she scurried around the kitchen getting her son's breakfast on his plate. All feelings of anger over Fred's lack of attention in the bedroom were forgotten for the time being. She was with her handsome young son and she felt very happy.
In the back of her mind somewhere she had misgivings about his passionate kiss, his wandering hands and his very man-sized hardon that he pressed against her pubic mound. But it did excite her and right now she was enjoying the tingling sensations that excitement had caused.
Even if the whole thing was probably just her imagination.
"Golly Mom, you sure know how to cook," Ron said with enthusiasm when he had finished breakfast.
"Thank you darling," Wanda smiled at him. "Care for anything more?"
He shook his head.
"I'll clear off the table later, after you've left for school," she said. "Since you have almost an hour to kill before you have to leave, why don't we go into the living room and have a visit? It seems like we haven't visited just the two of us for a long time."
"Okay," Ron said agreeably. "As soon as I brush my teeth."
Ron felt strangely excited as he put the tooth brush and toothpaste away and wiped his face with a towel. He had felt this way quite often lately, whenever he thought about his mother. It wasn't the way a boy usually felt about his mother.
He sensed that. But then his mother wasn't like most other mothers. Mostly they were kind of dumpy and uninteresting, from a boy's point of view. His mom was different. She was real good looking and had a real nice body. He thought about his mother in the same way he thought about Cindy Stuart.
He loved to feel Cindy's bare tits, the few times when she had let him And he would have liked to do a lot of other things to Cindy Stuart too, if only she had let him.
Ron came into the living room and sat down on the sofa close to his mother. It was hard to think about a kid like Cindy with a beautiful woman like his mother sitting right there beside him.
And those breasts! Boy they looked so big and firm and well-rounded. It would be great to feel them and caress them.
Wanda was aware of her young son's intense looks and she felt herself blushing, squirming uneasily at his nearness. She felt his eyes pouring over her body as if he were undressing her. But he couldn't be thinking things like that, not at fourteen. Could he?
Ron looked up and saw his mother watching him. His face turned white and he looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. What if she got mad at him? She knew very well he was staring at her beautiful tits. What would she be thinking of him?
Could she tell by the look on his face what he wanted to do with those titties?
"Uh, do you, I mean, what are you going to do with yourself with Dad gone all week?" He knew it was none of his damn business but it would be better to have her mad at him for being nosey than for wanting to feel her tits, and other things.
"I haven't thought of it," Wanda sighed heavily. "I guess I should start thinking about it soon. It's obvious your father is so wrapped up in his job he isn't going to have much time for me."
"Boy, Dad sure is pretty stupid," Ron said suddenly. "If I had a girl like you, I sure wouldn't be interested in any old job."
"Why Ron!" Wanda exclaimed with some amazement, and more than a little pleased. "I should chastize you for talking like that about your father, but how can I when you said something that nice about me?"
Ron felt a surge of relief. She wasn't mad at him. And she was making a joke about what he'd said, as though she hadn't noticed how he was staring hungrily at her boobs. Gosh, was he lucky. He wouldn't like it if she were mad at him and he couldn't put his hands on her anymore.
He had managed to get quite a few quick feels, now and then, without her saying much. The best though was that time last week when she was doing something at the kitchen sink and he felt so excited looking at her shapely ass. He came up behind her and hugged her tight, pressing himself up against those firm well-rounded cheeks.
Then when she straightened up he kissed her on the ear and she laughed and said it tickled. Then he got carried away and put his hands on both her tits and she made him stop. Boy, that was nice.
"What about you?" asked Wanda. "Do you have a date for tonight?"
Ron shook his head.
"Oh. When are you going to see Cindy? On the weekend?"
Ron could feel himself blushing.
"No, I, well, with Dad being gone and you being alone for a whole week, I thought I'd spend my time with you."
"Why darling, that's very sweet of you," exclaimed Wanda, and Ron beamed - happy that he'd said the right thing and that she was pleased.
"I don't want to interrupt your social life though, just on my account," Wanda told him. "Cindy is very pretty."
"Not as pretty as you are," he blurted out, not giving it a second thought.
As soon as he said it he felt apprehensive. The next thing he'd be doing is telling her exactly what was on his mind, and wouldn't that fix things good.
His mother smiled warmly. She seemed to be very pleased by his compliment. And the thought of her being pleased with him caused him to act, again without thinking. He reached out and took her in his arms, moved his head closer to hers and placed his lips on her full ripe mouth.
He quivered with convulsive pleasure as he touched her softly yielding lips. His senses reeled as the new happiness surged through him. Suddenly a new wave of pleasure shot through him as he realized she wasn't pushing him away.
Wanda was also dazed by what happened. Her first impulse was to shove her passionate young son away, but for some reason she didn't. Though she wouldn't admit it, even to herself, she enjoyed it, and she allowed herself to be held in his embrace.
She could feel her body melting against her son's as he continued to kiss her. She tried to rationalize. What harm could it do? There was nothing wrong with a boy innocently kissing his mother.
But Wanda knew full well there was nothing innocent in the way his tongue slipped between her teeth, and it wasn't innocence on her part when her tongue rose up and began to play with his. A thrill of mounting pleasure ran through her body and she yielded willingly to her son's caresses.
She hadn't felt this hot in such a long time. How long ago had it been since her husband had been able to get her this excited with just one kiss? Waves of forbidden pleasure churned through her love-starved body.
She wanted to let herself go and abandon herself completely to whatever her young son wanted to do. And there was no doubt in her mind now what he wanted to do. She was almost on the verge of obeying her impulse when his hands strayed to her firm, full breasts.
Ron's heart was in his mouth, not knowing when or if he would be stopped. He felt the precious mound beneath his hand and he thrilled to the joy of squeezing and fondling the firmly pliant flesh.
Wow! He was actually feeling and stroking his mother's lovely tits! It was crazy. He knew he ought to stop. He had no right to even try, but he would never stop, not of his own accord. Especially when he felt the nipples harden, like stiffened buds under his exploring fingers.
For such a long time he had longed for the chance to feel those beautiful boobs. There were times when he thought he'd go right up the wall, being so close to them and not touching them. He adored those lovely tits, even as much as he adored the round firm mounds of her shapely ass.
Now he actually had his hands on her tits. Maybe before he was through, he'd have his hands on her lovely luscious ass too.
For some time Wanda allowed her young son the freedom to let his hands wander freely over her quivering breasts, while her brain reeled from the intense pleasure he was causing. Then a shudder spasmed through her. In some way she summoned the strength to shove his eager searching hands away.
"It's time you were leaving for school," she gasped in a ragged whisper, doing up the buttons on her blouse.
Her young son blushed beet red, his eyes downcast. He muttered something too indistinct for his mother to understand and hurried from the room. Wanda sprawled motionless on the sofa, trying to quiet her aroused passions. Then she heard the front door close as Ron left for school and she burst into tears.
This would never do, sitting there sobbing like a child when she was perfectly capable of handling the situation. She got to her feet and went to the bathroom to wash her face and freshen up. What was needed here was to get busy and stop feeling sorry for herself.
She did up the breakfast dishes and tidied the kitchen. She made the beds and did her other household chores. All through the morning she had no time to think of her son or of herself.
Then into the afternoon the work was done, she slowed down and the thoughts returned. And she found she couldn't cope with them any better now than she could before.
Why had she allowed herself to submit to her young son's ardent advances? Her mind refused to find the answer and her thoughts seemed muddled. She would lay down for a while, she decided. Maybe a nap would relax her and clear her thinking. Then she would know how to handle the situation.
She went into the bedroom and stripped off her clothes, then settled down on the bed completely nude. It was the way she always went to bed, wearing neither pajamas nor nightgown.
She did have hopes that sleeping this way would arouse her husband into some action, hut in this she was all too frequently disappointed.
It did invoke some criticisms from her husband though, when he expressed concern that such carelessness about her nudity would result in their son coming into their bedroom sometime and seeing her like that.
It wasn't clear to her what her husband thought this would do to their son, except that it seemed from Fred's viewpoint, to be a terrible thing to have happen.
Poor Fred. When she was eighteen he seemed like such a wild carefree devil and she eagerly married him before some other girl got him. Then as he moved up in the business world he kept becoming more respectable and strait-laced until now she was almost forced to admit he was a stuffy prude.
Oh well. To hell with Fred.
She stretched out on the soft bed, pushing her toes down as far as she could, trying to relax. Part of her seemed to want to drift off to sleep and yet another part of her was alive with tingling sensations.
Her hands moved down over her smooth thighs and came back up again to cup the full firm mounds of her well rounded breasts. A shiver of excitement ran through her as she remembered her son's hands on them that morning.
Her nipples had been startled into sudden life within the first few seconds of his caressing them. Even at the thought of it they were hardening again. She felt them tighten under the touch of her fingers. Her lips began to burn suddenly as if her son's mouth was still pressed down on them.
The blood began to race through her veins. She had to face the fact that it was the thought of her son that was causing the flames burning warmly at her insides, making her tremble with suppressed sensations. Her hands played lightly up and down her body and the feelings were rushing around inside of her.
They seemed to be getting stronger with each passing second. She felt warm all over and suddenly her mouth was dry. It felt nice laying there naked, a gentle breeze from the partially open window moving silently over her body.
It felt refreshing on her heated skin and she spread her legs wide and raised her arms to let the air permeate her entire body. After a few minutes of tranquil bliss, the aroused feeling began again.
Once more her hands gently cupped the throbbing mounds of her shapely tits and she experienced a curious relief as she began to softly squeeze them. The hardened nipples seemed to strain into her palms and a rush of pleasurable warmth swept over her.
Dropping her hands she let them slide down the sinuous length of her nude body until they brushed against the triangle of soft hair over her vagina. She felt a shock of sensation, then as though drawn there, her hand slid back to the enticing spot.
She gave a low pleasurable moan as her fingers trailed along the burning surface of her moistly awakening pussy furrow.
The hand remained there, stroking and caressing the outer lips of her cunt. As the pleasing sensations grew and became more intense, nothing could have made her take her hand away.
CHAPTER TWO
Ron's day at school went pretty well, considering that he spent a great deal of time thinking about the events of that morning before he left the house.
It occurred to him that he was probably the only boy in the whole school who was thinking about his mother, but then there wasn't one of them who could boast about having a mother like the one he had.
Not that he would boast about it. Where his mother was concerned, he was more than determined to keep his mouth shut. He wasn't stupid.
That afternoon he encountered Cindy Stuart in the hall.
"Hi Ron," she said seductively. "Got a minute to talk?"
"Sure Cindy. What about?"
"I was just wondering if you were going to walk me home after school."
"I can walk you as far as your corner, but I have to go straight home."
"Why?" The smile faded from Cindy's face.
"There's things I have to do around the house."
"Is that all?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"Couldn't you walk me home and do those things later?"
"Not very well."
"It must be very important," said Cindy pouting. "I thought you always wanted to walk me home. Mom doesn't get home from work until almost six, and you know what we do after we get there."
"I only play with your titties."
"Ron Harvey! Isn't that enough?"
"I guess so, only today I can't make it."
Cindy couldn't believe this was happening.
She always thought she had Ron wrapped around her little finger. All she had to do was point her titties at him suggestively and he'd do anything she wanted him to.
She was sure he'd do anything for the chance to feel her titties, especially to feel them bare and to suck on them. Now he acted like it was no big deal. It was a terrible blow to her ego.
She glanced furtively up and down the hall to make sure no one was close enough to hear them, then gave Ron her seductive smile again. Perhaps he had been stricken with momentary insanity and had now returned, to his senses. She would give him another chance.
"If you walk me home after school, I'll let you take off my bra and suck on them," she said in a conspiratorial voice.
"And then what?" Ron asked simply.
Cindy felt a surge of annoyance, but she was determined to keep her cool. She smiled some more.
"Well you do always manage to go a bit further," she replied sweetly. "Remember last Friday?"
"Sure. I put my fingers inside the crotch of your panties."
"Well?"
"You wouldn't let me take your panties off, though."
"Ron! I told you before, you can't go all the way."
Ron wasn't sure where the conversation would eventually lead. He felt it would lead nowhere and he was quite relieved right then when the bell sounded and they all had to return to their classes. Cindy was very exasperated. She didn't feel that she had won.
When school was over for the day and Ron came out of the building, Cindy was waiting for him and they walked along together. When they came to her corner she was due for another jolt when Ron let her walk on alone and he headed straight for home.
With Cindy out of the way, Ron was in a hurry to get home. Then as his thoughts returned to that morning and he came nearer to his house, he wasn't sure he wanted to go there or not.
He wasn't at all certain what was in store for him when he came face to face with his mother again. He wasn't at all sorry he had kissed her the way he had, and then played with her tits. He had got a real charge out of that. But by feeling her tits he was sure he had pushed his luck a little too far.
Funny, she seemed to be enjoying it too, as much as he was. Then suddenly she shoved him off and told him it was time for school.
School! If she felt about him the way he felt about her, she'd have let him stay home from school and keep on doing what he was doing.
Because he wasn't sure how his mother would greet him upon his arrival, Ron came into the house much quieter than he usually did. In fact he didn't make a sound. He was surprised that his mother was nowhere in sight. The house seemed quiet and empty.
Then he thought he heard a sound in her bedroom and he moved silently along the deep carpeted hall to her door and looked in.
It was quite a sight for a fourteen-year-old boy to see, one he couldn't quite grasp with his first glance, and he stared in disbelief. There was his mother stretched out on the bed stark naked.
Wow! Holy Nellie! he thought. She's playing with herself! The boy's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and a flush of excitement raced through him at the unexpected sight of his beautiful mother laying naked on the bed.
Ron could see her slender finger probing frantically at the soft folds of her moist, glistening pussy. He could see the hair covered pubic mound and just below it, the gleaming furrow of her cunt.
He could hardly believe his eyes. The thing he had wanted so much to get a look at, his mother's cunt, was right there before him, to feast his eyes on.
His gaze traveled up the length of her magnificent bare body until it came to the matching peaks of her full round tits. The dark knobs of her nipples stood erect with arousal, and even the firm round breasts themselves palpitated with sensation.
Oh man! Isn't she something Ron thought as his breathing became more excited, watching his mother twisting and flailing as she drove her fingers up into her release craving cunt.
He watched her as her hand came up and squeezed the throbbing bud of her taut little clitoris, sending spasms of sensations throughout her sensitized body.
Cries and moans of pleasure came from Ron's overwrought mother, her voice uncontrolled and abandoned. She was grinding her firm buttocks into the bed as her fingers drew ever nearer to the enticing circle of her warmly grasping cunt.
Standing in the doorway her young son was hypnotized by the scene he was witnessing, his attentions riveted on the quivering body of his beautiful mother on the bed. He could see her puffy cunt lips as they throbbed around her moving fingers and he could glimpse the opening of her vagina.
Oh, if only you would let me do that for you, he thought. He was warm all over and he found himself jerking in rhythm with the thrust of her fingers.
Wanda reached a peak of passion, completely abandoned to her lustful finger movements. She no longer cared about anything but her overpowering passion, as her fingertips grazed the edges of her quivering pussy.
Oh wow! She's got her fingers right up into her pussy! Ron gasped, hardly daring to accept the evidence before his eyes. His mother's moans of pleasure sent a warm thrill running down his spine and it was all he could do to keep from rushing into the room and throwing himself on top of her lovely body.
Now look at her go! he thought, every bit as aroused as she was. His prick was throbbing and stiff inside his trousers but he tried to pay no mind to it. He didn't want it or anything else to take his attention from the fabulous sight he was watching.
Wanda hadn't been this hot in a long time, except for this morning when her young son kissed her and played with her tits. She thought of her son and then her whole body seemed on fire and she writhed on the bed in her wild passion.
The cheeks of her shapely ass flared and clenched wildly on the bed and her back arched up almost painfully.
She felt the frenzied jiggling of her breasts and the nipples so stiff they were aching to be sucked, and she had the wild thought of how wonderful it would be if she could have her young son there sucking on them at that very moment.
Oh what am I thinking of? It's crazy and wrong, what I'm doing, what I'm thinking! But she couldn't stop it. If it hadn't been for her wonderful handsome teen-age son kissing her, embracing her, feeling her tits, she wouldn't be laying there doing what she was doing.
She had allowed her son to excite her like this, and now she couldn't help what was happening. She had to have relief. The pressure was building up inside her burning body and she felt certain she would explode any minute.
Her two moist fingers worked far up in her hot wet cuntal passage while at the same time she teased her tense little clitoris unmercifully. The heavenly sensations were threatening to overcome her and she'd soon be weak and helpless.
She cried out suddenly as her body stiffened and quivered all over, while she sent her buttocks crashing down on the bed. Her son standing in the doorway listened to her sobbing over and over as the passion that controlled her had her completely at its mercy.
Ron's eyes continued to bulge as he stared at her. She was about to have an orgasm, from masturbating herself. He thought only guys did it. He did it himself, quite often in fact, since he-started fooling around with Cindy Stuart.
At her home after school, while her mother was at work, he'd get his fingers inside the crotch of her panties and finger her cunt. Then he'd come home so worked up he'd go into the bathroom and jerk himself off.
But he didn't realize girls did it as well. And watching his mother there on the bed, she acted just as crazy as he did when he jacked off, maybe a lot more so.
He thought his mother would jerk herself right off the bed, the way she was rolling around. And her moans and gasps of passion almost made him come in his undershorts right there. Golly, was he ever glad he came into the house quietly.
He wouldn't have missed this for anything. It was even more exciting than going home with Cindy Stuart.
At last the shaking of his mother's body subsided and she returned to normal. He watched her slowly and carefully withdraw her fingers from her cunt, then lay there quietly.
Wanda gave a deep sigh as she lay there getting her breath back. In a few moments she would get up and take a shower, then get dressed. Ron would be coming home from school soon.
She felt pleasantly at peace with the world, not overcome with feelings of guilt and self-disgust like she usually felt when she finger-fucked herself. The intense pleasure of her orgasm did away with all her pent up emotion and lust.
But even though playing with herself had brought her blessed relief, naturally she would never do it again. The only reason she did it this time was because of the intense feeling of passion her young son had suddenly aroused in her. She'd make very certain that didn't happen again.
What a tremendous power that boy had over a woman. If he only knew. Once he became aware of that power, no girl would ever be able to resist him, or any woman either, maybe not even her, his mother.
She thought about that morning and how close she had come to seducing her son. If she hadn't shoved him away when she did, if she had delayed just a moment longer, she knew she would have let him do anything he wanted to do with her.
Seeing it was all over, Ron moved silently from the doorway before his mother should happen to glance that way and catch him looking at her.
He slipped quietly out of the house. He would walk around for a while, then go back into the house making a little noise so his mother would hear him come in, and never realize he had witnessed the whole incident.
He wondered if his hardon would ever go down. He knew he would not forget what he had seen this afternoon, not ever. But he knew also there was nobody in the whole world quite like his mother. No woman and no girl could ever compare with her. Not even Cindy Stuart.
All his wild desire for his mother hadn't subsided either. Not in the least.
Wanda got up from the bed finally and went into the bathroom, took a shower and dressed. It was when she was sitting at the dresser combing her hair, that she looked at the clock and it gave her quite a shock. It was much later than she had realized, almost an hour.
She thought back. She must have started to play with herself just about the time Ron would be due home from school. What a stupid thing to do. He might have caught her right in the act. She'd have died from humiliation.
Ron still wasn't home from school yet. Maybe he changed his mind and walked Cindy home like he usually did after school. Thank heaven for that.
Then she heard Ron come through the front door and she gave a sigh of relief. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror and went out to greet him.
She felt she would be able to look at her young son with absolute composure. After all, what happened that morning was nothing more than a young boy's prank, and he had gotten carried away.
And for that matter, so had she. It would be silly now to make a big deal out of it. The less said about it the better.
"Hi darling," she said cheerfully. "How was school?"
"Okay Mom. How are things with you?"
Wanda flushed a little. "Same dull household routine. Can I fix you something to eat, to tide you over till supper is ready?"
"That'd be great," he said, thrilled with the reception he was getting. And only a while ago he had been worried about coming home.
But he'd better not try anything this time, at least not for a while. No sense in pushing his luck beyond the breaking point. He was tickled to death just being with her and knowing she wasn't pissed off by what he had done this morning.
"Make yourself comfortable on the couch, darling," Wanda said happily. "I'll bring it in here where we can relax."
She returned shortly with two sandwiches and two tall glasses of beer.
"Since your father isn't here to raise cain about it, you can have a beer," she laughed. "It'll be our little secret."
Her son was speechless with happiness. She was treating him like a man, and it sure felt fine. It was nice too that they had a little secret together.
They had another little secret that they shared, one which neither of them would ever tell anyone. That which happened between them this morning.
"This sandwich is great, Mom." Ron said with enthusiasm as he took quick glances at her shapely body.
She had on a blouse and a short mini skirt, and he couldn't help but marvel at what a lovely pair of legs she had.
Earlier when he'd watched her play with herself on the bed, he'd been too busy looking at other parts of her to pay much attention to her legs.
"Do you still have any plans for the weekend?" Wanda asked.
"No, I haven't," Ron said, shaking his head.
"You aren't going to see Cindy?"
"I can see her every day after school, if I wanted to."
"Well then, if neither of us has anything to do this weekend, maybe we'd better start thinking about what we'd like to do, before the weekend is here and it's too late to think about it," Wanda suggested.
"Good idea," said Ron.
"How would you like to go to the lake?"
"Hey! That would be great!" Ron exclaimed.
"Then that's what we'll do," laughed Wanda. "I'll have everything ready Friday night and you can put it in the car Saturday morning and we'll be off."
Ron was delighted. He loved it at the lake and right now it was too early for it to be crowded with summer vacationers. He and Mom would have the whole area practically to themselves, especially their cottage. They would have a wonderful time together. He would see to that.
Then he looked at his mother. She looked absolutely beautiful in her pale yellow blouse and her mini skirt that was a dark brown. Her shoulder length chestnut colored hair looked soft and silky and he felt a strong desire to run his finger through it.
Suddenly, once again, the aroused teenager couldn't help himself.
"Mom, I-"
Suddenly he swept her into his arms, pressing his mouth against hers. For a moment he felt her stiffen, her disapproval quite obvious. But as he kept on kissing her lovely, luscious mouth, her body relaxed in his arms.
Then, it seemed too good to be true. Her tongue actually slipped between his teeth and then she was kissing him in the same wild fantastic way.
For a moment Wanda was surprised and stunned at how quickly her body had responded to her son's advances, even though she had sufficient warning that she was going to react in this way.
From the time her son arrived home from school and she greeted him so calm and composed, she realized her composure was going to crumble very easily.
When they were seated side by side on the sofa having their sandwiches and beer, by the time they had finished Wanda realized that playing with herself earlier, had availed her nothing. She was just as excited now at her son's nearness as she had been this morning.
Her body was betraying her, yearning as it was for the touch of his hands, his caresses.
Her young son's hands slipped around and grabbed her firm voluptuous tits and this time she didn't object. She felt her nipples stiffening with wanton desire as his hands moved over them.
Ron was happily amazed that it was happening this way. His mother didn't seem to mind him kissing her this time. In fact it was quite apparent she was getting aroused by it and wanted him to keep right on doing it.
It was wonderful sitting there like that, holding her close, kissing and feeling her, and knowing she wanted him to do it.
Gently he dropped one hand to brush against her thigh and he felt a thrill as he heard her gasp with pleasure. This gave him more courage and he slipped his hand under her skirt and moved it up along the bare flesh of her inner thigh.
Wanda knew it was madness to let her son do what he was doing, but that didn't stop her from allowing him to move his hand up between her legs until she felt his fingers working in around the crotch of her panties.
She knew it was wrong to encourage him but the fire of passionate desire that was raging inside her made her almost helpless to stop him.
Only a short while ago she had sworn to herself that she wouldn't allow this to happen again. Now here they were, her son's hands moving over her body, and he showed every confidence that this time he was going to have her.
An effort should be made by her to stop him, shove him away from her, but somehow she couldn't, she didn't want to.
Ron was shaking all over and breathing hard. He had his fingers on the crotch of her panties and he could hardly believe it was happening. It was all a beautiful dream, it had to be. But if it was, he sure didn't want to wake up just yet.
He heard his mother's quick breathing and soft moans of pleasure as his fingers moved around. But even with this much encouragement he was unsure of himself. If he got his fingers inside her panties and felt her cunt, would she get mad at him? Would she even let him do it? In any event he had to try.
While he almost held his breath, his fingers eased in under the elastic band of her panties, feeling the soft warmth of her quivering flesh. His head was reeling from the pleasant sensations he was experiencing, and for a moment he couldn't catch his breath at all.
His fingers felt the soft strands of her pubic hair, and a rush of blood surged through his head, making him dizzy. The realization hit with a jolt. He was actually feeling his mother's cunt!
With a calculated slowness, his fingers moved between the moist lips and up into the mysterious softness of her throbbing pussy.
"No! Oh Ron, stop! Please darling, stop it!"
Her voice was urgent and pleading and it frightened him. Immediately his fingers slipped out from inside her panties and his hand came out from between her legs.
His face turned red with shame and embarrassment and he turned away from her. Damn! He'd really done it now. He'd been stupid enough to try it again and he'd ruined everything. What if she got the idea that the only way she can make him behave himself is to tell his father? Oh damn!
Wanda sat on the couch stunned and shaken. She had let it happen again, lured her son along, then abruptly stopped him. What a cruel way to treat him. Why had she submitted to his kiss? That was her downfall.
After that she had no will to resist. But what was she to do? Go through life never allowing her son to kiss her?
What was wrong with her that she encouraged her own son to do the things he had done to her? What kind of a woman was she that she felt a burning desire to have sex with him? Yes, that was right. She must face up to it. She actually wanted her young son to fuck her!
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at her son looking so unhappy and dejected, and suddenly she reached out for him and pulled him into her arms, hugging him close to her.
"Oh Ron, my darling," she sobbed. "It's not your fault. I'm to blame. I've behaved terribly with you. I have no right to tease and torment you like I've been doing."
"It's okay, Mom," her son said quietly. "Don't cry."
"But it isn't okay," Wanda insisted, tears running down her cheeks. "What you've been doing to me is what your father should be doing, instead of devoting all his time to that damn corporation, giving his life to it instead of sharing a little of it with me."
"It'll be all right Mom."
"I don't think it will ever be all right," Wanda sniffed. "If your father did to me what you've been doing, and did it often enough, maybe I wouldn't feel so neglected. Maybe then I wouldn't get so turned on when my son kisses me. I might be able to control myself when he puts his hands on me. Maybe I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I do."
"You like it when I have my hands on you, and kiss you?" Ron asked softly.
"Oh darling, of course I do. Don't you know that? When you kiss me and feel me with your hands, it excites me so much I can hardly stand it. I'm almost powerless to make you stop."
"Gosh. When you shoved me away like that, I thought maybe you didn't like it."
Wanda tightened her arms around him.
"Oh, my sweetheart! The last thing in the world I ever want to do is to shove you away. If you only knew what you do to me."
Suddenly she was kissing him, with such urgency that her son was both thrilled and amazed. Events changed so suddenly he found it hard to tell for sure when he was losing and when he was winning.
Now he had the sudden wild thought that he was still in the game. And just as sudden he was eager for another try.
"Don't worry, Mom," he said softly when their lips parted briefly. "While Dad is gone you aren't alone. I'm here and I'll take care of you."
He wasn't sure what he meant by that but it seemed like a good thing to say at this moment. Wanda wasn't sure what he meant by it either but the words strangely thrilled her, even turned her on to a considerable degree.
"Oh my sweetheart," she murmured and she put her lips on his once more. This time her tongue flashed out and met his coming to meet it.
CHAPTER THREE
For a moment Wanda shuddered at the realization that once again her body had betrayed her. With a supreme effort of will she had managed to shove her son away, then when her guard was down she suddenly reached out for him and now they were in each other's arms again.
But this time her son had the added incentive of the assurance she had given him that she liked to have him do what he had been doing to her.
"Gosh, Mom. It isn't right for you to feel neglected like that," he said as he smoothed her chestnut colored hair with his hand. It sure felt good to hold her. He felt very manly and grown up and it pleased him to be helping her in this way.
Wanda's body trembled as she went through a new fit of tears. It seemed as though her son's sympathy and kindness were releasing the feelings locked up inside her. Even more, he seemed to understand and not be critical of her, like a more mature person would.
It was almost as if he knew that she had pent up sexual urges that needed to be looked after. It felt nice to be understood.
His mother's beautiful body felt warm and yielding against his and Ron Tightened his arms around her lovely form. She leaned on his shoulder and seemed to have given herself completely in his arms. His hand stroked her soft waves of hair as he reached down and softly kissed her cheeks, then further down to her neck.
His mother didn't seem to even notice and that gave him enough courage to reach up with his other hand and gently fondle one of her full round tits. She even moved closer to him as if she felt comfort from his loving caresses.
"Don't worry Mom. I'm here and I'll never neglect you."
Wanda felt lulled by her son's gentle words and his hand softly feeling her breast. She wanted to believe it was all right for her to let him do this to her. It felt so nice being held that way and comforted. She felt like a little girl rather than a boy's mother.
He was her strong and powerful protector, and she was the helpless one. She would have liked it to last forever.
"Gosh Mom. I don't know, how any man could ever neglect you. You're so beautiful and special."
It was nice to know he considered her beautiful. Her son's words thrilled her. And she felt even better about him thinking she was special.
"Oh Ron, my precious darling. You're so sweet."
"Well I do. You're terrific," he said in praise of her.
Then before his mother had time to say anything to stop him, he pressed his eager mouth against her soft lips. He could feel the pressure of her teeth for a moment, then slowly her lips parted and his tongue slipped into the moistness of her mouth.
He tightened his arms around her and he felt the pulsating fullness of her shapely breasts against his chest. Her tongue played with his as she returned the kiss.
She thought it was wrong. She shouldn't be letting him do that. They shouldn't be kissing each other in that way. But she gave in to the strength of his young arms. It was so nice being held and kissed like that, and she wasn't about to stop him.
After all, there was really no harm in it. She would get him to stop after awhile. She wouldn't let the thing go too far. But right then she wouldn't have stopped him for anything in the world.
Ron was absolutely in heaven. Things were going along better than he had dared to hope. His mother seemed to very definitely enjoy what he was doing, and what was more, she liked the way he was kissing her.
Cautiously his hand slipped under her blouse and up her back, where he unhooked the clasp of her bra. She didn't seem to notice he had done it, or if she did, she didn't let on. He moved his hand around to the front and slipped it up under the loosened bra to cup the heaving bare mound in his gentle grasp.
The feel of the tender soft breast in his hand sent a shiver of pleasure all through his body.
"Oh Mom, you're fantastic."
Joyfully he played with one pulsating tit, then the other. The nipples felt like small knobs straining themselves to rub against his fingers.
In Wanda's mind a small voice told her the whole thing was wrong. She should stop before it was too late. She tried to listen to her inner voice but the pleasing sensations her son was stirring inside her was too great. She didn't want it to stop. She liked what he was doing.
She was enjoying the passionate kisses and even more, she liked the feel of his hand on her bare titties.
To soothe her inner doubts, she did manage to protest, in a feeble whisper. "Oh Ron, my sweet, we mustn't do this."
Her son could sense the hesitation in her voice and knew she didn't want him to stop. His confidence increased tremendously and he took full advantage of it.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm not going to let you feel neglected. Just relax and enjoy what's pleasing to you."
So reassuring were his words to her sexually aroused emotions, Wanda didn't consider them strangely mature for her young son.
She was only too willing to do as he suggested. Why should she worry about it anyway? It was her husband's duty to take care of her sexual needs, and since he wasn't doing it, why not let his son enjoy the pleasant task of soothing her fires of passion? Why shouldn't she have her pleasure in whatever way she could?
It would be good for her son too. He was fourteen, the age when some boys have already had their first experience.
Wouldn't it be better for him to have her teach him the finer points of giving and receiving pleasure, rather than for his first experience to be with some thoughtless teenage girl who might ridicule his clumsy first attempt at asserting his manhood?
His first attempt was very important to his development as a man, and it should be with someone who cared a lot about him, and would be careful not to bruise his ego. And after, he would know that sex with a woman can be the greatest pleasure there is, for him and for her.
While his heart beat rapidly, Ron carefully helped his mother out of her blouse and bra and then started to open her skirt.
Wanda lay back against the sofa cushions with her eyes lightly closed. Her breasts were rising and falling, seemingly unaware of what was going on. She left herself entirely in her son's hands, to do with as he pleased.
He gasped at the sight of this beautiful woman who was his mother, clad only in her white bikini panties. His eyes looked like those of a child opening his Christmas present as he eased this last piece of clothing down past her thighs.
He gazed enraptured at the sight of the triangular mound, lightly covered with soft silky hair. He'd caught glimpses of it before, when his mother thought he wasn't around.
It was different this time, not just because it was right there up close, but because he was there looking at it with his mother's unspoken consent and approval.
He was sure his mother could hear his heart pounding and he didn't want her to think he was just a kid. She was so absolutely beautiful to him as she lay there that it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself on top of her and putting it to her right then. But he managed to hold back.
If he rushed at her right now, he'd louse it all up. If he frightened her, he'd not only miss out on his chance to fuck her, but she might panic and tell his dad when he got back.
He had to play it cool, he decided as he gazed at the lovely naked form stretched out before him.
Wanda was apprehensive. One part of her was shocked, that she was sprawled there completely nude under the gaze of her young son, allowing him to have this intimacy with her. But another part of her blocked that all out. The last thing she wanted was any feelings of self guilt.
All she wanted now was the passionate attention of her son. She no longer cared about the right or wrong of what was surely about to happen. She wanted only the sweet intense pleasure her son was bringing to her.
Ron was in a moment of indecision, the problem of not being sure what to do next. Not that he was all that new to the game, because that wasn't so. Cindy Stuart, at her home after school, nearly always let him feel her titties and suck on the nipples.
And more than a few times he was able to slip his finger up into her cunt, but that was as far as she would let him go. Sure, he hadn't got laid, but at least he wasn't a complete novice.
Anyway, this problem was different. He wasn't sure if his mother wanted him to fuck her just yet.
Perhaps she wasn't ready, and he'd never seen her in this kind of a mood before. Maybe it would be best if he played it safe, kissing her and feeling her, and see what happened then. Besides, he wanted to nuzzle those luscious tits, and kiss them and suck on the nipples.
Gently he leaned over her, his hands feeling her sensitive bare skin, his mouth closed over the nipple of her full breast. A gasp and then a sigh came from his mother's lips and it encouraged him to continue licking and sucking her firm up-thrust tit while his hand played with the other one.
Soon he was covering her whole body with his hot kisses and his tongue, from her shoulders down over her flat smooth belly. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her lovely flesh near his mouth. He felt he was bursting with passion for this lovely woman. It was hard to think of her now as his mother at all.
Presently his mouth came close to her quivering vaginal mound. He saw a faint gleam of moist flesh and suddenly he reached down and touched the glistening furrow with his finger.
"Oh, darling," Wanda moaned softly as she spread her legs wide, giving her son a better look at her throbbing pussy. His searching fingers probed deeper, feeling the moist folds, as he became aware of the power he had over her when he played with her sensitive slit.
Then he found the throbbing tip of her clitoris and his mother jumped as if she had been stung.
"Oh darling! Yes, oh yes, my sweetheart," she gasped through teeth tightly clenched with passion, and spread her warm thighs even further apart. Her son stared excitedly at the openly receptive pussy being revealed to him.
He could see her clitoris, and the petal shaped opening of her forbidden cunt, framed by the folds of her outer vaginal lips.
It was very clear to him then what he wanted to do. Suddenly he was on his knees in front of her, moving in close between her widely spread legs. He lowered his face between the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. He hesitated for only a moment, to savor the thought and the anticipation of what he was about to do.
He had thought about this for some time, of doing this to some girl. He knew how. In his dresser drawer in his room, he had a whole stack of pictures showing a guy doing this to a woman. But this was better than pictures. Here at last was the real thing.
Suddenly his tongue darted out and ran up the entire length of his mother's hot moist, throbbing cunt.
Wanda almost shrieked at the sudden unexpected contact. Hot sensuous feelings raced through her body, while her mind was again momentarily troubled with doubt. This shouldn't happen.
Whatever was she thinking of? It was wrong, terribly wrong, and with her own fourteen year old son. But she couldn't stop it, she was weak.
Right then, when she should be telling him to stop, she was sitting there, sliding her buttocks out to him, almost over the edge of the sofa and spreading her legs as far apart as she could, so her son could get at her pussy. What if her husband could see her now, if he could see his son licking his mother's cunt?
What if he did? Why didn't he ever go down between her legs and thrill her with his tongue like their son was now doing? All those times when she wanted it so badly and he wasn't in the mood for it. When he couldn't get his cock to stiffen up enough to perform with it.
Couldn't he have knelt down between her legs and seen to it that she had her pleasure? No, he couldn't. Kneeling down between a woman's legs and licking her love nest was much too undignified for a man of his prominence.
So let him have his dignity. And she'd have her son crouch between her thighs, his face buried in her steaming pussy. And she'd love every second of it.
Ron, in a frenzy of excitement, continued licking at the tender moist outer lips of his mother's hot and throbbing cunt. Taking the folds in his mouth, tasting their exotic tenderness, he reveled in the delicious feminine scent of her luscious pussy.
Then he grew bolder, licking the secret creases and recesses. And then he was into the circle of her hot clasping twat. Once again he had the hardened tip of her clitoris, holding it firmly between his lips and licking it vigorously.
"Oh! Oh my darling! Oh sweetheart!" Wanda cried out in her frenzied passion as her body writhed and twisted and turned. Her excitement ran riot through her. Her quivering rear end ground into the sofa while she gave herself completely to the obscene pleasure of her son's furious cunt licking.
Completely lost in the joy of his work, he gripped her firmly around her shapely thighs, holding her in place while the edge of her hot cunt tightened around his mouth, his face buried in the hot dampness of her quivering pussy.
He teased the flower shaped edges of her hungry cunt stabbing his tongue into her writhing hole, taunting her with the heavenly promise of what was to come.
She made moaning sounds of pleasure, while her hips gyrated in a lewd movement, thrusting her pussy into his face.
Completely abandoned to his oral love-making, every nerve in Wanda's body was alive. Suddenly he stiffened his tongue and plunged it deep into her passionately aroused cunt hole.
"Oh! Oh Ron! Darling! Oh my sweetheart!" Wanda cried out in passion while her whole body flailed and twisted with the sensations that her son was causing in her trembling hot pussy.
She felt the inner walls of her cunt passage close firmly on her son's thrusting tongue, each deep in-stroke sending new waves of excitement through her sensitive loins.
Ron wondered if his tongue would be pulled right off due to the strong inner contraction, but he stayed right there, thrusting it as far as he could into the moistly grasping depths, then slid it out again, in a teasing rhythmic motion hat was driving his mother wild.
Her freely flowing juices, misting down from her trembling hot cunt, drenched his cheeks and chin. The warm soft flesh of his mother's thighs pressed firmly against his head, making him a prisoner in her obscene caress.
"Oh Ron, my sweet. Oh darling, yes. Keep doing that. Oh it's so heavenly." Wanda begged, lost entirely to any thought of right or wrong.
It no longer mattered. Her son was causing her to experience sensations she never dreamed existed.
This young boy, her son, was able to make her respond in a way his father had never been able to cause her to do. Her son had told her she was special. And he made her feel special. A wildly passionate, hot-blooded woman! A woman sharing her body with a man, her son, and it was a delightful feeling.
She ground her lust-filled cunt against her son's face, opening her aroused tunnel of love to receive the thrust of his hard working tongue. He rubbed his nose against her trembling clitoris, increasing the spasm of joy inside her writhing body.
Her face was flushed with excitement, her hair clinging to her dampened brow. Her firm round tits with the aroused nipples, jiggled as her body writhed with sexual lust. She had never felt this aroused before in her life.
Not her husband, in their fifteen years of marriage, nor the several boys she had had up to the time she was engaged, had aroused her this much. Her young son's eager tongue was transforming her into a new woman.
Not for one minute did Ron dream he would be able to get his mother this excited. She was like a woman gone completely wild, and he was proud that he had caused it. He looked up at her briefly.
She was like a beautiful goddess, reveling in her own obscene joy, and her son thought he had never seen her looking more lovely than she did at that moment. Wow! It was great how it had all happened. What power he had between a woman's legs, once he touched his tongue to her box.
He thought of Cindy Stuart. He should have put his tongue down there instead of his finger. If he had known then what he knew now, if he could have once got his tongue on her cunt, as he had now with his mother, she'd never have dreamed of stopping him.
When he was through licking her pussy, he could have her whenever he wanted her, as often as he wanted.
His imagination soared further. And not just Cindy. What about the other girls in school? There were several he'd like to go down on, for a start. Would any of them be even half as good as his mother was right now? He would have to find out.
And so with that decision, life for Wanda's young son took a turn in a new direction.
"Oh Ron darling, this is so wonderful. I never dreamed it would ever be like this!"
Her words thrilled her son through and through. Her praise filled him with pride and he felt a real man. He knew at that moment there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for her.
Wanda felt herself swept along on a tide of sensation greater than anything she had ever felt before. Fire burned deep in the pit of her loins, fanned by her son's eager tongue, furiously tormenting her clitoris.
She felt the explosion inside her that rocked her writhing, twisting body, but her mind boggled at its frightening intensity as spasms of almost unbearable pleasure convulsed her sensuous body.
"Darling! Oh! I'm coming! I'm-Oh!"
Wanda shrieked as waves of sensation poured over her heated loins. Again and again her buttocks battered against the sofa, while her son's working tongue lapped viciously at the steamy entrance of her cunt.
The release of her warm orgasmic juices drenched her young son's face, as he kept on licking the twitching folds of her pussy. His head was locked firmly in the embrace of her thighs, and the outer edges of her now satisfied cunt remained locked around his mouth.
All too soon the force of her highly emotional climax began to die down. The heavy tremors passed and gave place to a feeling of tremendous pleasure and a quiet sense of extreme bliss. She lowered her legs, releasing her son's come-smeared face, then fell quietly back against the sofa, reveling in the happy aftermath of her sensational orgasm.
For a moment there was silence as her son regained his breath, all the while admiring the beautiful sight of her nude quivering body sprawled out before him. Finally he raised up and snuggled next to her on the couch. He looked at her with questioning eyes. Wanda knew what he was asking.
"We'll go into the bathroom and freshen up. Then we'll go into the bedroom," she said smiling at him warmly.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wanda realized there was no turning back, as a few minutes later, she led the way into the bedroom. It all seemed like a pleasant sensuous dream. Softly she closed the door behind them, then turned to look at her young son.
His eyes were dancing over her nude form and shining with anticipation. He marveled at his fabulous good fortune. In all his daydream fantasies of how he would like to fuck his mother, nothing could compare with how it was actually about to happen.
"Could I feel your breasts and your cunt some more?" he asked, not at all certain how she would react to his lewd suggestion.
"Of course, darling, and a lot more than that too," she said looking at him with a warm smile.
Wanda felt warm and alive, and trembling with excitement. If someone earlier in the day had told her she would lead her young son into her bedroom so he could screw her, she'd have been shocked, to say the least.
And yet here they were. She felt a pleasing sensation work up through her nude body, like she experienced earlier when her son was licking her pussy. She was aware of him looking at her and that aroused her even more.
"Gosh Mom, you're really beautiful," Ron said, admiration showing in his eyes as he took in every inch of her softly curved body.
"Take off your clothes, darling, so I can look at you too," he suggested, eager with desire to see his slender young body.
Filled with desire but still self-conscious about it, Ron awkwardly began to remove his clothes. When he dropped his undershorts, it disturbed him that his cock was upright and rigid, jutting out brazenly in front of him.
"Oh darling, what a beautiful cock you have," Wanda said softly, her eyes shining with interest as she gazed at her young son's up-thrust shaft.
Feeling unsure of himself, Ron stood there with a sudden surge of pride, as his mother came closer to him and without a word, took his quivering manhood in her hand.
He gasped at the sensation of his mother playing with his prick and he could feel the throbbing organ almost double in size. She stroked and caressed his pounding stiffness as she moved her lips close to his.
Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his open mouth on hers, his tongue dwelling with her in a hot sensuous kiss. All the while, her fingers moved gently up and down on the rubbery surface of his rock-hard prick, then her other hand dropped down to caress the balls hanging beneath it.
Ron felt himself tremble all over and for a frantic moment he was afraid he might shoot his load right there in her hand. If he did he was sure he'd die of shame at his lack of control.
Wanda felt warm pleasing sensations run through her as she lovingly stroked her son's prick, gently pulled back the foreskin to feel the enlarged sensitive head. She fingered it carefully, causing it to grow even more between her fingers.
It was exciting to hold it. It was strong and powerful, but not huge and bulky, like Fred's. Her son's weapon was long and slender, and just right.
"Would you like to fuck me with that beautiful prick?" Wanda asked lewdly, her lips spread in a wicked smile.
"Huh?" her son gasped. He couldn't believe what she had said.
"After what you did to me in the living room, do you still think of me as just your mother, or am I your girl?"
"My girl," he answered in a whisper.
"Earlier you said I was special. Am I your special girl?"
"Yes. Very special."
"Well, isn't that what a young man wants to do to his special girl, fuck her with his prick?"
Her son nodded dumbly as she put her lips to his for another kiss.
It was actually going to happen. He was going to fuck her and he could hardly believe it. Here and now he was going to put his rock-hard prick up into her cunt, like he'd dreamed of doing to Cindy Stuart, only this would be much better, and more fun.
"Let's get on the bed," she said softly.
He watched her stretch out on her back, draw up her legs and spread her knees wide. Her warm smile was all the invitation he needed to crouch between those outstretched legs, his cock at the entrance to paradise.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before?" Wanda asked as she smiled at him.
Her son shook his head. "Quite often I play with Cindy Stuart's titties and suck on them, and I finger her pussy."
"Well, I didn't realize you were so educated."
"That's as far as I got with her. She won't let me do anything else," he said. His face turned red at having made the admission. He didn't want his mother to make fun of him.
"I'm glad, darling. Now I will be your first. They say a man never forgets his first fuck. And I want this to be something you'll remember."
It amazed her to think of how she was behaving, unlike anything she'd ever done before. She was even using words she had never spoken before. She had considered them obscene.
Now she was using them quite freely, and to her own son. She seemed to have cast away all inhibitions, with her decision to be his special girl. Now she was playing out the new role.
Seeing the boy looked unsure of himself, she reached out to him, pulling him down onto her firm well rounded breasts. She felt the hardness of his cock against her thigh and it made her quiver with excitement.
Her arms encircled about his neck, pulling his face close to hers and she kissed him, her tongue thrusting wildly into his mouth. He didn't hesitate in his response as he wrapped his arms around her body, his lips bruising hers as his chest pressed against the warm softness of her excited tits.
"You're going to be just wonderful, darling. I can hardly wait to feel that beautiful hard prick of yours inside my cunt."
She took his hard throbbing shaft once more between her fingers and her son couldn't help but let out a gasp of extreme pleasure.
"You'll be a marvelous lover, sweetheart," she said softly when their lips parted. "Now I'm going to insert the end of your lovely solid cock between the lips of my pussy. Ready?"
He nodded. He wasn't sure the words would come out if he spoke. Unbelievable sensations were setting his body on fire, and he could hardly believe that this was all real. It seemed like a beautiful dream he would wake up from to find that the sheets of his bed were wet.
He could feel the silken stands of pubic hair as his mother, grasping his cock with her fingers, brought it in contact with the soft folds of her tender outer vaginal lips.
"Oh, that feels so good," Wanda murmured as she tried to spread her shapely legs even wider apart. She flexed her hips to expose fully, her hotly aroused love nest. Ron gripped his mother firmly by the hips, realizing now he didn't need any further guidance, and thrust forward with his eager throbbing prick.
"Oh, yes darling, that's it. Oh, how nice." she murmured as her son drove the knob past the outer lips and up into her hotly moist pussy.
Ron was overwhelmed by excitement as he thrust forward again, plunging his solid shaft deeper into the tender passage of her cunt. Wanda gasped as she felt her son drive his organ deeper and deeper into her.
The inner walls of her cunt closed in on his tightly thrusting prick. It thrilled him and he drove his shaft deeper until his balls were firmly wedged between the upraised molded cheeks of her butt.
"Oh darling, it feels so good, all the way in like that." she murmured, enjoying the feeling of being filled in a new and pleasant way. Not stuffed like she felt when Fred put his thing into her, but a satisfying pleasure by a solid slender prick that didn't seem to overwhelm her.
They lay there together rocking back and forth, his cock buried deep in his mother's hot moist cunt while her ample breasts were being flattened by his heaving chest. Each moment brought them closer and closer to the threshold of erotic bliss.
"Oh Mom, it feels great!"
She grabbed for his head, pulling his face down to hers and she kissed him as hard as she could. Gasping for breath he pulled his mouth away and they stared at each other while their bodies swayed to the rhythm of fucking.
"Darling, you're wonderful," she moaned weakly.
"So are you," he replied softly as he gently thrust it back and forth in her pussy.
They clung tightly to each other, her mouth on his, his chest on her tits, while his cock stirred up thrills of sensation in her tunnel of love.
Her ass rose up off the bed as she tried to help him. A searing flash of joy ran through her as she thrilled to the wonderful things his prick was doing inside her. Grinding her teeth and pulling on his pounding ass, she struggled to get more of his fantastic shaft inside her.
Her son shuddered, heaved, then pounded it to her as hard as he could.
While he rammed it in and out, she lay there threshing about on the bed in exciting pleasure, seeking release from the hot passion his fucking had aroused in her. All the while her son happily continued plunging his cock in and out of her gyrating pussy.
Wanda moaned, wailed and whimpered as she felt the force of her son's love-making bringing her closer and closer to a climax. Then with a violent plunge, he buried his shaft to the hilt and started a gyrating movement with his ass. His flushed face told her he was ready to come.
She rotated her ass in time with his and soon they were in perfect harmony. A feeling, a sensation and then an urgent throbbing began in her aroused body. She was about to come! She lifted herself higher and higher as she tried to screw every inch of her son's driving prick.
A violent eruption exploded in her. "I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh darling, fuck me! I'm coming!"
This drove her son on even more and he tried to ram it to her harder than ever. Her body arched up and her pointing jiggling breasts reached up to him as she felt her burning twat burst with sensation.
Her son felt the hot torrent flood his driving penis, felt a hot flash and then his prick shot a torrid charge of come into her hot writhing cavity. He filled her with his tide of passion, then drained, fell exhausted on top of her trembling body.
They lay there, lost in the afterglow of their love, while their love juices leaked out onto the bed beneath their spent but satisfied bodies.
Wanda lay there in joyful contentment. She looked over at the peaceful face of her son and thought how beautiful life was going to be now that they had really found each other. He snuggled up against her and cradled his head in her warm breasts. He slipped his arm around her and took a gentle grip on one cheek of her shapely round ass.
Soon they were both asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ron awoke the next morning to find himself alone in his mother's bed. He lay there and called. "Mom!"
He heard her footsteps, then she came through the door. "Good morning, darling. Sleep well?"
"Sure. It's awfully early."
Wanda laughed. "Well, we went to bed pretty early. Remember?"
He nodded and grinned. His conquest of his mother happened on the couch, where he succeeded in getting her clothes off and eating her pussy.
After that they went into the bathroom and washed up, then went into her bedroom and got into bed. It was still early, about the time they usually had supper, but they stayed in bed together all night.
"I've already had a shower," said Wanda, "and I was about to get you some breakfast. You must be starved."
"You know what I'd really like?" he said grinning at her.
"What?"
He glanced down at his manhood which was standing up all by itself, then back at her. "I'd like you to come back to bed."
Wanda noticed his up-thrust manhood too, and could hardly take her eyes from it.
She laughed. "After last night, I didn't think you'd need any action for a week."
"Dad will be home by then and we might not get the chance."
Without hesitation she undid the robe she was wearing. Beneath it she wore a sheer long length nightgown, a present from Fred, hoping she'd wear it instead of prancing around the bedroom in the nude.
She did wear the robe around the house, usually with nothing underneath it, and it always irked Fred that the belt might slip and it would come open some time and she'd expose herself in front of their son. She smiled at the thought of Fred's reaction if he could see her now with their son.
The nightgown was very sheer, and she put it on this morning for her son's admiring eyes to enjoy. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, and stood there letting her son stare at her.
Wanda smiled and looked at him questioningly, a tiny glint of moisture on her lower lip. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some breakfast?"
The boy shook his head vigorously and felt his pulse leap with excitement. He started at her as she stood in front of the light coming from the hall. The light pierced the nightgown as if it was film.
She smiled mischievously, wetting her lips with her tongue. "You want to watch?"
"Yes."
With a smooth, confident movement, she pulled loose the drawstring which held the gown at her throat. Catching the hem she raised it slowly to reveal the satiny smoothness of her hips and the flat stomach broken by the small indentation of her navel.
Her breasts rose up with the nightgown, then settled back into place as she freed them from the silky fabric. Then it was over her head, leaving her smoothly brushed hair tousled, and she tossed the garment carelessly behind her.
Her son was fascinated to see a second woman in the full length mirror on the wall. He thrilled to the sight of the fine straight line of her back and the shapely bulge of her buttocks, while at the same time enjoying the sight of those pleasing places on the front of her.
"Come here, Mom."
"In a minute, darling," Wanda smiled at him. "It will be better in a minute."
Placing her palms flat against her hips, her pushed them slowly down to her knees as though taking off some invisible garment. She ran her fingers up the inner softness of her thighs, then fingered her pussy in an obscene way that made her son gasp with surprise.
Soon she was looking at him through eyes that were bright and unseeing, playing with herself as though she stood there alone in the room.
"Mom! Come here!" he said again, his mouth feeling dry.
She did not answer. Her face was flushed and he saw the flare of color in her cheeks. Ron knew there was only one thing for him to do. He had to get up off the bed and grab her and direct her passion toward himself. His cock jerked and quivered as he looked at her.
He had to drive his solid prick up into her hot cunt quickly before she put out the fire all by herself.
He came up off the bed and went over to her. When he reached her, she gave a soft sigh and slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. His hands grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass as she made obscene movements against the hardness of his up-thrusting shaft.
"Does my strong handsome sweetheart want to fuck me?" she murmured lewdly against his ear.
"Boy! Do I ever!"
"I don't know where you get the strength, after all that you did to me last night."
"I can't help it. I just keep wanting you."
"You were wonderful last night, darling. Better than I ever dreamed you'd be. That was the first time I've ever been screwed five times in one night. Even at his best, your father never did that well. You were sensational."
"You were pretty wild yourself, Mom."
Wanda laughed. "I did get carried away at times, didn't I?"
"I guess we both did."
"I'm ready to get carried away, now."
"I know. So am I."
"Don't I know it! That beautiful solid cock of yours keeps rising up again and again. And you handle it better then a man does. Better than your father."
"I sure am glad you let me do it to you."
"So am I. You may be fourteen but you're more than a man when it comes to screwing. You're a strong handsome stud."
"If you say so."
"Mother's little stud."
She kissed him once more, then with her arms around his neck, she fell backward to the carpeted floor, taking her son down with her. Her legs parted and she pulled Ron down onto her for another kiss. Her motor had been idling fast. Now it speeded up, and her breath came in little quick gasps.
She paused for just a second, then lifted her buttocks up off the floor to give his eager rod easier access to her quivering cunt. Wanda was hot and ready, and her son had no trouble getting his cock into her.
So slick with moisture was her cuntal passage that his solid swollen prick went in right to the hilt with the first thrust.
"Oh darling!" she gasped. You are in a hurry."
"I have to be," he said, panting heavily. "I wasn't sure you were going to wait for me." Wanda gave a happy giggle. "I'm pretty close. While I was taking a shower I thought about all the wonderful things we did together last night, and it really turned me on."
"That's what turned me on too, thinking about how nice it is fucking you."
"Darling, you're sweet."
Her motor racing, Wanda resumed her sensuous movements. But now it was different. Now her son was part of the machine, meshing and blending with her. Twisting and turning, they reveled in the joy that each brought to the other.
Soon they achieved a unity, a harmony too perfect for any mere machine. They moved back and forth as if they were one.
Then the act reached its peak. Wanda felt it in the tension in her joints, the intense tickling sensation deep inside her. Her hips started moving faster and faster.
"Do it to me, darling! I'm ready! Fuck me, sweetheart!"
Ron looked at her face and saw her twisted, shapeless mouth and her neck cords taut and her lips curling back from her teeth, and he knew she was really going to let loose.
He pounded his cock into her until his balls were slapping her solidly in the tender groove between the cheeks of her shapely round ass. He had only one thought, to drive, to lose himself inside this lovely body, to surround himself totally with her soft, throbbing flesh.
Wanda let out a shriek, raised her butt up off the carpet and wiggled it as hard as she could. She felt her son's charge of hot liquid come splatter inside her. Then she fell back, panting and gasping.
Afterward, Ron sat on his haunches looking down at her, listening to the hissing of her breath between her teeth.
"Ah, my darling lover," she sighed, smiling up at him.
She lay exactly as he had left her, feeling as though she was spreading out and flowing over the carpet.
"Gosh Mom, it feels wonderful fucking you."
"I'm glad you like it," she smiled at him. "I really dig getting laid by you."
"I'll bet there isn't another woman in the whole world who fucks as good as you do."
"You'll find out," she laughed. "Soon you'll be trying them all."
"Not as long as you're available."
"Suppose you take a shower and get dressed, while I pull myself together and get you some breakfast?"
"How about you taking a shower with me?"
"Not this morning. If the two of us get into that shower, you'll end up being late for school. Maybe not even go at all."
"School! I knew reality would rear its ugly head."
"I'll take a rain check on your invitation though, darling. Tomorrow is Saturday."
He kissed her soft moist mouth, then rose and went into the bathroom to shower. Wanda lay there for a while, completely relaxed. Then she smiled at the absurdity of the situation, her laying on the floor of her bedroom, where her young son had just finished fucking her.
She got to her feet and put on her robe, then had breakfast ready for her and Ron by the time he had showered and dressed. As she had anticipated, after all their sex activity and not having supper the night before, Ron had an enormous appetite.
Wanda had generous servings of eggs, ham and biscuits ready for him and he didn't let much go to waste. She didn't do too badly either. She was glad she wasn't one of those women who had to watch her calories.
She kissed her son goodbye at the door and watched him from the window till he was out of sight. Then she realized the huge breakfast after all that hot sex hadn't left her in a mood to set the world on fire. She felt more like taking a nap.
At least she would lay down for a while and think about what she had to do today. So she went into the bedroom, dropped her robe and stretched out naked on the bed.
What a wonderful sex machine her son was. He could wear down even a hot woman. One like her. He was an oddity. There wasn't anyone quite like him.
Yes there was. Jim! Remember? Of course she remembered. How could she forget? He was her first lay, the boy who got her cherry. Her brother!
Wanda gasped as she remembered Jim. The first one. He was the first one to fuck her.
How many years back? She was twelve, almost thirteen, and Jim was two years older. Yes, he was fourteen.
Suddenly it all came back to her, the smell of the grass, the clumps of cow-dung in the pasture, the warm air and sunshine of a bright summer day. She and Jim went down to the swimming hole in the creek that ran through the pasture on their parents farm.
She remembered the swimming hole well, with it's clear fresh water that looked so inviting. She wanted to go in but wouldn't, because she was embarrassed.
Jim had no such qualms. He unhooked the suspenders of his overalls and stepped out of them, took off his shoes and socks and he was stark naked, ready for a swim.
She watched him plunge in and swim to the other bank, then back again.
Wanda thought the world of Jim and he seemed to like her too. He was never nasty to her, the way most boys are with their sisters. He was always kissing her and hugging her, mostly when their parents weren't around, and she liked that.
It felt nice when he kissed her, and even more so when he held her close to him and squeezed her. But several times he tried to slip his hand up under her dress, and each time she threatened to tell their mother. But Jim never gave up.
Wanda sat down on the bank and pulled the cotton dress down over her knees.
"Aren't you coming in?" asked Jim.
She shook her head. "I don't want to get my hair wet."
Jim laughed. "That's not the reason. Your titties have grown, and you don't want to show them."
"Jim, you shut up!" Wanda said angrily.
"And that isn't all you've got-"
"Jim! I'll tell Mother!"
"You've grown hair on your pussy too, and-"
Splat! A gob of mud hit Jim on the shoulder. For an instant he looked insulted, then splashed angrily for the bank. Wanda decided it was time to leave and made a dash for the house, just as Jim came out of the water and took out after her.
She didn't get far before he grabbed her, and with a tight grip on her arms, pulled her back to the swimming hole. Wanda kicked and struggled with him as he wrestled with her at the water's edge.
Suddenly she realized her brother was bare naked and it gave her a thrill to be wrestling with him like she was. She continued to struggle, but she was no longer angry.
She got a further thrill when she glanced down at him and saw that his penis was large and stiff, thrusting out and upward in front of him.
Then as they struggled, she was pulled in tight against him and the feel of the long hard organ pressing against her belly, sent hot flashes of excitement all through her. She was ready to stop struggling and just let him hold her like that.
Had Jim known this, he might have quickly forgotten his righteous indignation and realized what a good thing he had going there.
Instead, he hooked his heel behind her legs and pushed her backward into the water.
Splash! She floundered and flailed around, then rose up sobbing. She splashed out of the water and came up on the bank.
"Jim, you just wait till I tell mother! She'll tell Dad and he'll tan your hide!"
Her dress was soaking wet and plastered against her tight little buttocks, revealing clearly the line of her panties. As Jim stared at her, his cock jerked upright and seemed to grow even larger.
But Jim didn't notice the show it was putting on for his sister to stare at incredulously. He was too busy noticing how the wet dress molded the front of her body. Her tits were clearly outlined. He stared at them. Boy! She really had a pair!
The dress clung to her little belly and strong muscular thighs, making her look almost naked. Jim wanted very much to see her naked. He could feel the skin draw tight on his scalp.
A lump rose up in his throat as she whirled and headed for the house. Quickly he grabbed her again.
"Let me go!" she shouted belligerently.
But before she even knew what happened, he had her down on the ground. He wrestled with her until he got both her wrists together, then he held them tightly with one hand. His other hand quickly pulled her dress up past her waist.
"Jim! What are you going to do?" Wanda gasped.
"I'm going to fuck you!"
"Oh! No, Jim! You mustn't! I'll tell Mother on you!"
Almost before she realized it, he had her panties down to her knees. Then she struggled harder.
"Quit it, Wanda!" he ordered. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm only going to fuck you. Now lay still!"
Wanda stopped struggling and looked at him intently. "I will if you promise not to hurt me."
"I promise," he said, almost in a whisper.
She let him take her panties off and parted her legs as he settled down on top of her. He thought for a moment he would shoot his load right then, when his bare belly came in contact with hers.
Then he showed his lack of experience when his cock prodded her several times without finding the hole. Suddenly her hands were down there between them.
"I'll help you find it," she said softly.
He almost let out a shriek, when he felt her fingers on his trembling prick. It was more than he expected. Wanda felt a similar sensation as she held his shaft in her hand. She'd never held a boy's cock before.
She guided the enlarged head of his throbbing organ to the lips of her cunt and Jim thrust. Her eyes bulged at the first stab of pain and she bit down on her lower lip, recognizing that her virginity was gone.
Then as the pain subsided, a wave of pleasure swept over her and she thrilled to the feel of Jim driving his thing into her deeper and deeper until the hair on his balls was tickling the tender furrow between the cheeks of her squirming little ass.
The pleasure built up and Jim drove it into her faster and faster, while she moved her hips in harmony with his thrusts. What he was doing felt so good she hoped he would keep it up for hours. She heard him gasping and moaning and grunting, then was a little surprised to find she was too.
Suddenly he went wild on top of her and he cried out, but she hardly noticed then because the most delightful sensation seemed to burst inside her and the feeling was so intense she wasn't sure she could stand it.
Later, she got to her feet, wrung the water out of her panties and put them on. She turned and saw that Jim already had his overalls and shoes back on. They walked in silence back toward the house.
About halfway there Jim looked at her, a worried expression on his face.
"Wanda, you aren't going to say anything to Mom and Dad, are you?"
She gave him a mischievous smile. "Why should I? I wanted you to do it to me."
After that, he held her hand as they walked along the path.
"Jim," said Wanda softly. "Did you like it?"
"Did I? Boy! I didn't know anything could feel that good!"
She smiled happily. "It felt pretty good to me, too."
As they neared the house, Wanda suddenly stepped off the path into the long grass, pulling Jim with her out of sight behind some tall bushes.
"What's the matter?" said Jim surprised.
"I just thought of something."
"What?"
"You didn't even kiss me when you did that to me."
Her brother grinned, looking a little sheepish. "You want me to, now?" he asked.
"Sure. Don't you want to?"
Quickly he pulled her into his arms and showed her how much he wanted to. When he finally took his mouth away from hers, she looked at him with a teasing smile.
"You aren't going to stop now, are you?"
"We don't have to bring in the cows for a long time yet," he said. "I can kiss you all afternoon."
She gave him a smile that was even more teasing. "By that time you might want to do it to me again."
From that time on, Wanda and her brother Jim had a pretty nice arrangement. Their parents had the big bedroom downstairs off the living room. Wanda and Jim had the two smaller bedrooms upstairs.
That night Jim came into her room and got into bed with her and they repeated their experience down at the swimming hole a couple more times.
After that night, Wanda never slept alone, and except for a certain time each month, not a night went by that she didn't get laid, usually two or three times.
Her sex life was by no means confined to her bedroom. Many a joyful summer afternoon was spent at the swimming hole, laying on the bank with her brother fucking her. When the weather wasn't suitable for a roll on the creek bank, or in the fields, or the woods, there was the haymow in the barn.
There was also the back seat of the family car, parked in the tool shed.
That went on for four happy years, until Jim at eighteen, went off to college. During the next two years Wanda got laid by several boys who dated her. She liked it but they couldn't compare with her brother Jim.
Maybe the comparison wasn't fair. The guys who dated her could only give her a quick fuck before bringing her home, usually in places where there was the worry of being seen doing it.
She remembered Harry Billings in particular, when he put it to her in the back row of the balcony at the Strand Theater. When he shot his load he was so noisy about it, panting and gasping, that several couples turned their heads to look back at them. She never went back for months after that.
But with her brother Jim, she had the privacy of her own room and the warm satisfaction of being in each other's arms all night long. And he was handy if she woke up in the middle of the night feeling horny. And almost always there was a quickie in the morning before going downstairs.
Then at eighteen she met Fred and soon after, married him. After two years of getting her loving in the back seat of a car, or a blanket on the beach, or other haphazard places, she would have a man in bed with her every night, she thought.
Wanda looked around her bedroom a little dazed. So engrossed was she with the past, she found it a little difficult at first, to realize where all the time had gone between then and now.
Anyway, life was now, the present. And in the present she had her son. That was plenty, and if she didn't stir herself, she'd still be laying there with nothing done, when he got home from school.
This was Friday, the day she had to get things ready for their trip to the cottage and tomorrow morning they would be off on their way. With that thought she bounded off the bed, took a shower and got busy.
When Ron arrived home from school he found two suitcases and four cartons stacked in the living room near the door.
"Hey Mom! I'm home!" he called out.
"Hello sweetheart," said Wanda as she came into the room. "I thought you'd be home any minute, so I made a sandwich for you. And if you're in the mood for it, I'll open a beer for you."
"Golly Mom. You're spoiling me rotten. How will I ever manage when Dad gets back and I have to go back to being a kid again?"
"You won't ever have to go back to being a kid again," she laughed.
"I will where drinking beer is concerned. Dad thinks beer is executive's privilege, and he's the only executive around here."
"Well, you don't need it as a regular diet anyway," said Wanda. "Just for special occasions, like your father being away."
"I won't mind giving up the beer," he said good naturedly as he slipped his arms around her and held her close to him. "If I don't have to give up the most important thing I've had while he's gone, you."
"Well, that's something else again. But we'll think about that when the time comes."
"What you mean is, when Dad gets home, I'm cut off."
"Now before you start thinking that all is lost," said Wanda, "think a minute. How long do you suppose your father is going to be home before he's off on another business trip? Do you think he's going to change his ways and stay home like other husbands and fathers do? Does a leopard change its spots?"
Ron's face suddenly looked brighter. "Yeah Mom. You're right."
"I've been pretty busy today while you were in school. I have our things packed in two suitcases, and the supplies and other things that have to go up to the cottage are in those cartons. All ready for you to put into the car in the morning."
"Okay. I'll get on it real early."
"We're going to have a wonderful time together this weekend, darling."
Ron tightened his grip on her and looked at her intently. The meaning in his eyes was quite clear to her.
"Let's have a wonderful time together, right now," he suggested.
Wanda laughed softly. "Sweetheart, I thought you'd never ask."
She tightened her grip around his neck and his hands moved to feel the cheeks of her shapely rear end. As he pressed against her, she could feel that his prick was hard as it could possibly get. The more she rubbed herself against it, the more aroused she became.
"Darling, there's something I wanted to tell you when you got home."
"What is it Mom?"
"Well, when I packed your suitcase I had to go into your dresser drawers for your socks and underwear, and things. So I couldn't help but find those pictures. I didn't want you to think I was snooping."
"You saw those pictures?" he gasped.
"Yes," she said, smiling at him. "They're some pictures!"
"Mom, I-"
"There's no need to explain."
"But, well I just didn't want you or Dad to ever know I have those pictures."
"That's very wise, where your father is concerned. If he knew you had them, he'd climb the wall. But you don't need to feel that way with me, do you?"
"Gosh, I guess not. Not now. I mean-"
Wanda laughed. "Darling, I know what you mean."
"You really don't mind me having those pictures?"
"I looked all through them. I can see why you have them. They really turned me on."
"They did?"
Wanda smiled and rubbed herself against him. "You'll find out."
"Wow!"
"Are you just going to stand there and say wow? Or are you going to kiss me?"
She pressed her breasts eagerly and seductively against his chest and leaned forward to meet his lips coming down to meet hers.
"Mmmm, I think my darling is as turned on as I am."
"Uh huh."
"And you haven't even looked at those pictures. Not today."
"I've looked at you. That's even better."
"Why thank you, darling."
She brought her mouth back to his and thrust her tongue inside. Soon the intensity mounted in her and she could see her son's body was trembling more noticeably than ever.
Then without taking her mouth from his, her hands slipped down from around his neck and moved downward. Suddenly Ron felt her undoing his zipper, then his belt and then her hands were busy dragging his trousers and undershorts down over his lean hips.
As they dropped down around his ankles, he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the garments. Still their kiss continued.
Her nimble fingers undid his shirt and pulled it off of him. She now had him stark naked. She knew what she was doing to him and it made her feel good. She thrilled to the thought that she had a hot young man in her arms.
With her mouth still clamped to his, their tongues dueling with each other, she reached down and felt the end of her son's lengthy rod.
Her fingers closed around his stiffened penis lovingly, treating it as if it was something of great value, which to her it was.
"Oh what a prick!" she gasped as their lips parted. "What a beautiful prick you have, darling!"
"Oh! It will shoot off soon if you keep that up."
"It better not. Not until I get a chance to do something nice for you."
"It's pretty nice what you're doing for me right now."
"Not as nice as what I'm going to do."
Her son's mind was swimming in a sea of pleasure as his mother's loving fingers caressed the length of his hard penis.
"Oh that feels wonderful, Mom! It's great!" he gasped. "Oh it feels so good I can hardly stand it! I love what you're doing to me Mom."
"Just hang on, darling. The best is yet to come."
"If it's any better than this, I'll walk right up the wall."
She knelt down in front of him on her knees.
"What are you doing to do, Mom?"
"I'm going to do what those girls did in those pictures you have in your dresser drawer."
"You mean-?"
"Yes. I'm going to lick you. I'm going to lick this big beautiful solid cock."
"Oh no, not that!"
"Why not?"
"Well, it seems like I'm having all the fun and you're doing all the work."
"Did you consider it work yesterday when you ate my pussy?"
"Gosh no, Mom. I got a big charge out of that. That was swell."
"Well then, I'll enjoy doing this as much as you'll enjoy having it done to you."
"You will?"
"Yes. I want to do it."
Wanda moved her head forward and her hot wet tongue touched along the length of her son's bulging penis. She felt him tremble at the pleasing sensations she was causing.
She wanted to extend his passion even further, and also increase her own enjoyment. Her tongue worked around his shaft in a slow gradual motion. She wanted to be certain she didn't bring it off too soon.
"Oh Mom! You really are doing it! Oh that feels great! Oh keep it up!"
Soon she had the swollen knob of his cock inside her mouth and her head was bobbing up and down on it, while her tongue caressed and teased it.
Ron was moaning incoherently, wiggling and squirming. Then he began humping, thrusting himself against her face. Each time he thrust, her head would go back to soften the forward movement and she would take his shaft deeper into her mouth.
He ran his fingers through her hair, leaving it tousled, then over the back of her neck, as she smoothly worked her mouth up and down on his pulsating instrument.
It had been ever so long since she had sucked anyone's cock. Not in all the fifteen years she had been married, that was for sure. Fred would have turned purple at the mere suggestion of such a thing. He was so stuffy about anything like that.
But before him, how many? Well, every boy who had fucked her, and there had been several. What she remembered best was how much her brother Jim liked her doing that to him.
Wanda sighed. She was pleased she hadn't lost her touch.
She reached down for his testicles and with firm gentle movements of her fingers, she played with his balls until he reached the ultimate excitement.
"Look out Mom!" he gasped frantically. "I'm going to come!"
But she didn't look out. She went down on it further, taking more of it into her mouth and her son's enraged prick bucked and jerked in the snug embrace of her lips.
The hot liquid spurted from his shaft but not a drop escaped as Wanda hastily swallowed again and again.
For a while Ron wasn't sure he could stay on his feet, as he gasped and panted for breath. Finally his breathing became quieter.
Wanda looked up at him and smiled. "Well, do you think that will hold you until it's time to go to bed?"
CHAPTER SIX
Wanda stopped the car and opened the door to get out. "We're here, darling," she said happily to her son. "We can unpack the car later if you'd like to take a stroll down on the beach first."
"Sure," he said, quickly getting out of the car. "Let's look at the beach."
He looked up and down the narrow gravel road and then at the cottages. They were all boarded up, including their own.
"Gosh Mom, there isn't anybody here but us. We've got the whole place to ourselves."
"You like that idea?"
"Sure do," he grinned at her.
They followed the driveway around to the back of their cottage that looked out on the lake, then crossed the lawn that was now in need of mowing, then stepped onto the sandy beach. It was mid-morning and a beautiful day. They had left home very early but it was a three hour drive to get there.
It was a nice beach, sandy and warm. Ron considered it his favorite spot. Wanda did too. She took off her shoes and stuck her toes in the water.
"Brr!" she said, "too cold for swimming, but it's not bad for wading."
"It's real warm here on the sand," Ron said, "and nobody around that we have to share it with."
"Good. I don't want to share it with anybody but you."
"Same here."
"The reason we have it all to ourselves," said Wanda, "is that nobody wanted to make that long drive up here when they were sure it was going to be cold all weekend. This is an unusually warm day and it came quite unexpectedly."
"Lucky for us."
"Next weekend, you can be sure, there will be somebody here. They won't take a chance on missing a second nice weekend."
"That's okay. As long as this weekend is ours."
She waded out further, until the water was almost to the hem of her dress, then she came back onto the beach. She looked carefully up and down the beach, then at her son.
"You're sure there's no other people here but us?"
"Sure, I'm sure. I watched all the way in here. Why?"
"I don't want to get the hem of my dress wet, so I'm going to take it off," she said.
Ron watched as she pulled the dress up over her head, then crossed the beach and laid it carefully on the grass. Then she took off her half-slip and laid it down on the dress. In a moment she was back in the water.
Ron found it difficult to appreciate the scenery of nature when the scenery of his beautiful mother was displayed so alluringly before him. Her skimpy bikini panties did little to conceal her beauty from anyone who appreciates looking at a trim, shapely rear end. And Ron was very appreciative.
For a while Wanda was satisfied to wade around in her bra and panties. Then she came out of the water again and took those off, laying them on top of her dress and half-slip on the grass.
Wanda looked at her son and laughed. "Ever been naked on a beach?"
Ron grinned and shook his head.
"Well you're going to be. It's fun."
Then almost before he knew it, Ron was stripped of his clothes. She stood over him as he sat naked on the sand, and smiled down at him. With her legs straddling his, he could look right up between her thighs, and that's where his attention was.
When she felt that he had stared at her pussy long enough, Wanda sank to her knees before him. The sight of her full breasts in front of him had its effect. He leaned forward and put his face between them and pushed them together to feel their soft warmth against his cheeks.
He caressed them gently with his fingers, then kissed the soft dark nipples, feeling them stiffen in his mouth.
Her hands grasped him gently by the shoulders as she eased him down onto his back, then she stretched out on top of him, caressing him with her cheek.
She felt the end of his rigid organ prodding her between her thighs and she wiggled her hips around until it found the right place, the opening between the moist lips of her cunt.
"Do it to me, darling," she whispered breathlessly. "Drive your beautiful strong prick into me."
"Golly Mom, you sure get turned on fast!" he said excitedly.
"One look at you, darling, with your cock sticking out in front of you, is all it takes."
"I'm glad. You must want me as much as I want you."
"Darling! You know I do!"
His hands clutched her firmly by the shapely mounds of her butt and he thrust deeper, while Wanda wiggled sensuously on top of him.
"Oh Mom! I love it when you wiggle your hips like that!"
"Like this?"
"Yes! Oh wow!"
"I like what you're doing with your prick. Put it to me, darling, right to the hilt."
"There!"
"Yes! That's it! Oh darling, I love it in there like that! Just keep it there while I wiggle around on it."
"Oh Mom! I love having you on top of me like this!"
"You like it this way best?"
"I don't know. We've done it so many different ways. I like having it in you, no matter what position we're in."
"Yes. When I have your thing inside me and your arms around me, that's all that matters."
"I sure like it this way though."
"So do I, darling."
"Oh wow, Mom! I'm going to shoot!"
"Go ahead sweetheart! You won't leave me behind."
Wanda writhed and squirmed hotly on top of her son, he fired his charge into her, sending a stream of churning come up into the depths of her cuntal passage. Suddenly she let out an intense cry and clutched at him with a convulsive spasm.
She lay limply on top of him for a long time without moving. Then after a while she raised her head and smiled down at him.
"If anyone should happen to be here and watching us, they're sure getting an eyeful," Wanda laughed nervously. "A woman making it with her own son."
"Quite worrying, Mom. Nobody's here."
"I'm glad of that, because you're getting hard again."
"I know. That's because you feel so good laying on top of me."
"Maybe we'd better save some of that, for later."
"Okay," he grinned up at her. "I don't mind taking it out if I can put it back when I want to."
Wanda laughed. "I don't see any reason why you can't."
They got to their feet, gathered up their clothes and walked back to the car. Wanda looked around after she'd laid her clothes on the hood of the car. The sun felt good on her body and she raised her arms and stretched.
"Doesn't it feel nice to walk around in this warm sunshine without any clothes on?"
"Sure does," her son grinned. "Especially when I have you to look at."
"Do you like looking at me?"
He glanced down at his rod, stiff as a board and sticking out in front of him, like he hadn't got laid in a month. Then he looked at her. "What do you think?"
She laughed. "Your father hardly ever thinks about sex, and I hardly ever think about anything else. It's easy to see which side of the family you take after."
"Maybe I could be a bit more like Dad, but not when I have a good looking mother like you around," he said.
She laughed again. "Darling, it's much too nice out here to go into the cottage and unpack. We can do that later. Let's take advantage of the fact that we're all by ourselves up here."
Her son grinned at her. "I thought we just did."
"Yes. Wasn't it nice?"
"Sure was."
"Do you want to put your clothes back on?"
"No. I don't want you to put yours back on either."
"Good. I'll tell you what let's do. Let's go for a walk through the woods, over there on the other side of the road."
"Bare naked?"
"Yes."
Ron thought for a moment. "I'm game if you are."
"That's my darling. We'll put our shoes on though. There's no thrill in stepping barefooted on stones and twigs."
Ron laid his clothes down beside his mother's on the hood of the car, and put on his shoes. Then he picked up Wanda's shoes and handed them to her. A moment later they strolled, holding hands, across the road and into the woods.
They found a path that others had made before them and walked along it, Wanda with her arm around his shoulders, he with his hand on her shapely bare butt.
As they moved into the woods, Ron also had his other hand on one of her tits. Wanda held him closer, then her free hand moved down and gently grasped his stiffened cock. They stopped every so often to kiss each other.
The serene beauty of the wood's interior impressed them but it wasn't getting much of their attention.
"I know what would be fun," Wanda laughed. "We can play hide and seek. Close your eyes darling, and don't open them until I holler ready."
Ron sat down at the foot of a tree and no sooner had he closed his eyes than his lovely naked mother scampered off. He leaned back and relaxed, waiting for her to call to him. He got up finally, when he heard her call from a distance.
He headed for the trees where he had heard her voice come from and poked around among them. He knew she was up to something. She had been acting playful from the moment she took off her clothes on the beach.
"Mom?" he called quietly. "Where the hell are you?"
No answer. After several minutes of searching, he heard her voice from the other side of the woods. "Here I am, darling. Over here."
He caught a glimpse of her nude body, bouncing bare tits, and then she disappeared again.
"I'm over here, darling. Come and get me."
Her voice was coming from the edge of the woods now, where there was an open field.
He wondered if she might get so involved with their little game that she might thoughtlessly wander out into the open. Wandering around naked in the woods was one thing, but strolling across a farmer's open field bare assed naked was something else.
Suddenly Wanda found herself at the edge of the woods, looking out over an open field, and she walked out into it a short distance.
It was green with growth and the smell of the soil and growing things was very pleasant to her. The sun was warm and a gentle breeze played on her nude body. It was such a nice feeling.
It wasn't the first time she'd been naked in an open field. There were other times, wonderful times, when she was a teenager, and she was with Jim, her brother.
She and Jim had a wonderful relationship together, after he copped her cherry at the swimming hole and then came into her bedroom every night to spend the night with her.
It still amazed her that they slept together every night from the time she was twelve, until she was almost seventeen, without Mom and Dad suspecting a thing.
She'd be laying there in his arms relaxed, after he'd given her an early morning fuck, then they'd hear Mom in the kitchen downstairs and he'd get up and go back to his own room to get dressed.
It was a wonder their Mom didn't notice that his sheets were always clean while hers were constantly stained with come.
But apparently it never occurred to them that a fourteen-year-old boy would fuck his twelve-year-old sister and keep at it until he was eighteen and went off to college. If he hadn't gone to college, maybe they'd still be together and fucking each other. Wouldn't that be something?
They didn't hump together just in her bedroom, either. An afternoon swim in the swimming hole always ended on the grassy bank with him screwing her. And she loved it. Even her first fuck in the back seat of a car was with her brother.
Often they walked through the fields, just like this one, without their clothes on, just for the thrill of it. And when they came to a place where they could lay down together, she seldom got past it without Jim pulling her down and putting it to her.
Wanda laughed at the thought of that. He never had to pull very hard.
She took another look around and decided she was much too vulnerable out there in the open. The wife of a very prominent executive, a pillar of the community, shouldn't be standing out in an open field bare assed naked. Then she heard her son calling and she dashed back into the woods.
"Mom!" Ron called. "You come back here!" He hurried to the place where he had last heard her voice.
It was true there was nobody around the cottages or the lake, or in the woods. He felt they could run around naked all day there and not be seen. But on the other side of the woods, a farmer or his hired hands might be out in the fields doing something, and see her.
"Come back here, Mom! You want some farmer to see you?"
Then he heard her voice. "Why not? Aren't I worth looking at?"
She had heard her voice. "Why not? Aren't I worth looking at?"
She had a point. He had to admit to himself that she was well worth looking at. It would be a thrill to any man to see her running around in the nude. It made him feel good to see her that way, but it was a feeling he didn't want to share with anybody else. Besides, she would be very embarrassed if she were seen by strangers.
And their little escapades might become known and get back to Dad. No matter how poorly Dad was looking after her in bed, it didn't seem likely he would appreciate his son standing in for him. So he ran after her, chasing her like the wolf after little Red Riding Hood.
He finally caught her, a short distance from the edge of the woods, hiding from him behind a clump of underbrush. He grabbed her and they wrestled with each other, laughing and playing like two happy woods creatures.
Then unexpectedly, Wanda reached down and grabbed him by his stiff upright cock.
It was quite a handful, long and bone-hard. And it jerked excitedly in her grasp.
"Stand with your legs apart, Mom," he said breathing heavily.
She did, still holding on to his staff, and guided it to the place it was seeking. He held her firmly in his grasp, his hands on the mounds of her buttocks, while her lips pressed against his half-open mouth and she let her tongue slide past his teeth.
She flicked her tongue back and forth in order to taste him again and again. Her hands moved up to the sides of his head, her fingers gently caressing his ears. She rubbed against him as she felt his up-thrusting shaft move up into her.
She thrust herself tightly against him, merging her pubic hairs with his, and he penetrated deeper.
"Did it excite you darling, my running away?"
"Yes. I was afraid you might get caught."
"I wanted to get caught, by you."
"I'm glad."
"Did you like my little game?"
"Boy! Did I ever! Chasing a naked woman through the woods, catching her and then fucking her! Wow!"
Wanda laughed and kissed him again.
Together, like two woodland creatures, they stood fastened to each other, in the act of humping. She clung hungrily to his mouth while he pumped his rigid organ up into her, giving her what she wanted, what they both wanted.
Then she slid her lips off his and closed her eyes in ecstasy. She thrust her hips forward against him, moving them in a lewd motion, while she stood with her legs apart. He charged up into her, more like an animal in heat, than a mere boy, and impaled her on his ramming penis.
Deeper and deeper he buried his cock, all of his strength rolled up into one great ball of lust. She squirmed and writhed, but his prick held her.
She heard him grunt with each thrust, his face buried in the hollow of her neck as he pumped. Each thrust of his shaft seemed to send her onto another level of sheer ecstasy.
He put it to her right up to the hilt, driving so hard she fell onto his shoulders and was lifted up onto her toes. The drive of his prick against her vaginal walls sent incredible shivers of lust racing through her body.
She worked her hips in keeping with the rhythm of his penetration which became fiercer with each passing moment.
Suddenly he let out an intense guttural sound and he shot his load into her, as her passion driven body lashed itself into a terrible shudder that exploded in her climax.
They clung to each other shaking and panting.
Finally Wanda raised her head from his shoulder and smiled at her young lover.
"I guess we'd better go back and unpack the car, while we still have some energy left," she laughed.
Even before Wanda was fully awake the next morning, she was aware of a very pleasant feeling churning through her body. At first she thought it was an erotic dream which she couldn't quite recall. She was lying on her stomach, her legs widely spread, and the pleasing sensations were in her pubic area.
Then as she became more awake she began to understand the cause of the thrilling stabs of pleasure. Her son was on top of her.
Already the end of his shaft was past the lips of her pussy, which even while she slept, had moistened to easily receive the welcome visitor.
She thrilled to the weight of her son's body pressing down on the shapely mounds of her ass while his rigid cock moved deeper into her tunnel of love.
Wanda lay there under him with her face buried in her arms enjoying the sensuous feeling of her son's prick as he worked it back and forth in her hotly moist cunt.
He eased it back, almost to the knob and with a grunt, sent it in again, past the grasping cunt-lips and deep into her gaping sucking gash. She let out a cry of delight as he drove it right to the hilt, then continued banging away, harder and harder.
Passionate fire was building up inside her body, her emotions becoming more intense. She raised herself up onto her knees, shoving her ass out to him. He grabbed onto it eagerly and pounded his cock into her.
He cried out that he was coming and as the hot fluid fired from the end of his cock, far up into her cunt, he felt her jerk spasmodically and the nest thing he knew she was crying out, writhing and twisting as she matched the spurting of his prick to her own orgasm.
Her son rolled off of her and onto the bed beside her, panting and gasping for breath. Wanda dropped her body down where she had been lying before being so suddenly assaulted.
"You're a sneaky young devil!" she said grinning over at him.
He grinned back at her. "Did I surprise you?"
"I'll say you did. I was asleep. How much of that did I miss?"
"Not much. I'd just got started. It didn't take long."
"It certainly didn't. If I'd been a sound sleeper, I'd have missed the whole thing."
"That would have been terrible," he teased.
"Yes it would have. I'd make you do the whole thing over again."
"Maybe I will anyway."
"How about some breakfast first?"
"Can we come back to bed after?"
"If you still want to. I'm surprised you're even interested, after the workout you got last night."
"It was fun, wasn't it? Six times!"
"Someday I'm going to write a book about you, about us."
"What will you call it?"
"My son, the sex maniac."
He looked at her and laughed. "Will you autograph a copy for Dad?"
"Speaking of your father, I can hardly wait for him to get home. So I can have a rest."
He snuggled up close to her and put his arm around her. Then he draped his leg over her butt. "You're putting me on. You're the one who kept wanting more."
"I suppose you didn't?"
"Sure, after you played with my prick and got it bone-hard. You played with it most of the night. You even went to sleep with it in your hand."
"But I like to play with it," said Wanda, turning onto her side to face him and snuggle closer. "It feels so nice in my hand."
She planted her mouth on his and they kissed long and effectively. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and met his. Ron with his leg still draped over her, tightened his grip with it.
"But not as nice as it does in my cunt," she added when their lips finally parted.
"Then you shouldn't complain about needing a rest after we've been humping most of the night," he said.
"Who's complaining?"
Her skin was moist and warm from their recent romp on the bed. She pressed her body to him and he held her tight. He ran a hand through her dark silky hair, then took her face between both his hands and kissed her.
Boy! She sure knew how to kiss! Her tongue crept into his mouth and she drove her body against him, pushing him down on the bed. The kiss lasted a long time. Then she leaned over him, supporting herself on her arms, and gazed down into his eyes.
He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair again. She continued to press against him, her eyes dreamy.
"Darling," she said softly. "Do you like my breasts?"
He smiled up at her. "Sure do."
"You really like them?"
He nodded.
"Show me how much you like them."
Her son's hand went to her breast and cupped it firmly in his grasp. He had hardly moved his fingers around on it before she started to shiver. He liked the way her breasts felt. He liked her tits even better than Cindy Stuart's, and he had thought Cindy's were the most heavenly tits in the world.
That was when Cindy's boobs were the only ones he had ever played with, before he started playing with his mother's two firm beauties. Now that he had a grand total of two pairs of tits he had fondled and sucked on in his short career as a lover, his mother's were by far his favorites.
"That's nice," she purred. "You really do like my boobs, don't you, sweetheart?"
"You bet I do."
"It used to worry me the way you would look at them with such a longing look. Like you wanted to grab them and eat them. What worried me was that it turned me on so, when you looked at them like that."
"Honest?"
"Yes. You'd be surprised at how much the things you did turned me on."
"And that worried you?"
"Yes, it did. I didn't think a boy was supposed to be able to turn his mother on."
"You turn me on."
"I know. That used to worry me too."
"I get turned on just looking at your tits."
"Yes. I can tell."
"Even more so when I can feel them, like this."
She smiled happily and leaned forward. "Go ahead," she teased. "Kiss them."
He took a breast between his hands and put it to his mouth. First he kissed it all over and all around the nipple. Then the nipple disappeared into his mouth.
His hand went around her then, feeling her smooth shoulders, feeling down over her back, then finally feeling her ass. His hands playfully gripped her by both the cheeks.
She was a collection of melons. Two beautiful medium sized melons in front, for sucking on, and two larger sized melons in back for feeling with your hands, or with your belly when you were slipping it to her dog fashion.
His fingers moved on her ass and teased her. She wriggled, her face flushed, her eyes wild. He knew the heat was building up in her again and now he knew what things to do to fan those flames until she was really hot to get laid.
She raised her body, squirming crazily, and small animalistic sounds came from her mouth. He tugged gently at her nipple with his teeth, then drew his lips away and looked at her face. Her eyes were shining, her forehead damp with perspiration.
"So! You like to play games?" she said breathlessly. "Well I can play games too. Nice little games."
Her son reached for her and she pulled away.
"Lie still, darling."
He lay still. Then she hovered over him, her lips busy planting kisses on his neck. Her lips moved down over his body and he grew so tense he could hardly stand it. When she was finished with him he was shaking with desire.
Then she straightened up, flinging her hair back away from her face and her breasts thrusting forward.
"We don't need any more games, darling," she breathed. "We're both ready. Now!"
She rolled over and he was on top of her in an instant. The end of his rod touched the lips of her pussy and found them slick with moisture. It slid easily right on in. His second thrust buried his shaft right to the hilt, and he brought it back for another plunge.
Wanda's ass came up off the bed to meet it and each time he hilted in her she made a lewd movement with her hips that nearly drove him wild. She cried out and moaned, from the first stab of his prick to the final thrust. It didn't take them long.
They were too hot with passion to carry on a long sustained fuck. It began fast, became even faster, and ended with blinding speed.
They both cried out in each other's embrace, cried out loudly as they threshed around locked together, cried out and then fell limply, gasping and panting, then fell into silence.
It was over.
Slowly, gradually, the world came into focus. Wanda lay on her back, her son sprawled limply on top of her. Her eyes were open now, her breathing and heartbeat back to normal.
She was wet with sweat from head to foot, sweat that was his as well as hers. She nudged her son gently.
Slowly he raised his head and grinned at her.
She broke the silence. "Got your breath back?"
He nodded and grinned. "That was great, Mom. Real great!"
"Ready for breakfast now? Or do you want to play some more?"
"Let's have breakfast," he said, "and then play some more."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cindy Stuart was so certain she was giving Ron the business, really making him suffer for having such an independent attitude where she was concerned. That Thursday afternoon when he told her he had things to do around his home and couldn't go with her to her house after school, really annoyed her.
The next afternoon, Friday, she hung back avoiding him. She would not give him the chance to walk with her after school, even part way. That would fix him. And if he didn't get to talk to her on Friday, he couldn't ask about seeing her on Saturday or Sunday. That would fix him good. He'd suffer.
However, that suited Ron just fine. Friday he would have had to make another excuse for not going home with her, and the weekend was spent at the cottage with his mother.
When he got back to school on Monday, Cindy had decided to make him suffer even more. She would play hard to get, avoid talking to him until he finally came crawling back to her. It might take a week but the results would be worth it.
He would be her slave from then on, someone to twist around her little finger.
It couldn't have worked out better for Ron if he had planned it that way. He had worried about how he would get out of going home with Cindy after school. He did not want to make her mad, or break up with her.
In another week, when his father was back and he couldn't fool around with Mom, he wanted to make time with Cindy.
But this week he didn't want to be involved with Cindy, to have to think up excuses to give her why he had to get right on home. Then when Cindy started playing the hard-to-get routine, it worked out just fine.
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, after school, he had hurried straight home, and Mom was expecting him, waiting for him. She didn't tease him with kid stuff, letting him go only so far and no more, like Cindy liked to do. When he got home, he and Mom stripped off their clothes, got onto the bed and fucked!
Now it was Thursday and he was on his way home from school, and he was going to screw her again. And tonight he would sleep with her all night, after he had laid her four or five times, then wake up early and have another one before breakfast. Just like he'd done each night and each morning while his father had been away.
Boy! This was living! Every day after school, dash home and slip his cock into that sweet beautiful pussy, as often as he wanted it. As often as he could get a hard-on. And he had a hard-on almost all of the time.
He had a dandy right now, straining and throbbing and almost aching. And in a few minutes his mother's lovely cunt would be taking care of it. He hurried faster.
As he turned the corner and came within sight of his house, his hard-on wavered and fell. It was the sight of his father mowing the lawn that did it.
"Well, hi son," said Fred. "How is school going?"
"Hi Dad. It's okay. How was your trip?"
"No problem. That's why I'm back sooner than I figured."
"Yeah. We didn't think you'd make it back until the weekend."
"Well, I made it a point to wrap it up as soon as I could and get back here. Your mother chewed me out on the way to the airport and I guess she made her point," he said with a little chuckle.
"Well, I'm glad you made it," said Ron. "I wasn't looking forward to cutting the grass."
Fred laughed and glanced at the mower. "I thought a little exercise wouldn't hurt me. I'm taking today and tomorrow off, and of course the weekend. Spend a little time with your mother. How would you like it if the three of us went up to the cottage this weekend?"
"I'd like it fine."
"I want to do a little fishing." Then he laughed again. "I've been neglecting that too."
"That's great. I sure like it up at the lake."
"I know you do," said Fred, lighting a cigarette. "We all do. Your mother said you and she went up there last weekend."
"Yeah. Nobody there but us."
"That must have been awfully boring for a young man."
"It wasn't bad. I didn't mind it at all."
"Well, it's expected to be real nice, weather-wise, this weekend, so there should be quite a few people there, opening up their cottages."
"And maybe the fish will be biting too," said Ron.
"Hope so," Fred laughed.
After a few minutes, Ron went on into the house and Fred started up the power mower again. Wanda met him in the living room.
"Hi darling," she said, coming up to him and giving him a kiss. "See your father?"
"Yeah, out front. He's back early."
She smiled, then looked at him meaningfully. "Yes, so be careful what you do with your hands."
That was all that was said and Wanda never gave any indication after that of anything unusual having gone on between them. The three of them had supper and spent the evening together, and Wanda seemed just like any average quiet natured wife and mother.
After a while Ron began to think maybe he'd imagined the whole thing. For the time being, he decided, it would be just as well if he let himself believe that he did imagine everything that happened during the past week.
When it got close to nine o'clock he got up and said goodnight to his father, gave Wanda a kiss on the cheek and went to his room.
Nine p.m. had been his usual bedtime up to last week when his father left on a business trip and he became his mother's little stud. He didn't want his father to have to tell him it was his bedtime and remind him that he was only fourteen years old.
He stripped off his clothes and climbed naked into bed. It felt strange being in his own bed again, even stranger being in bed alone.
He wondered briefly if tonight Dad would take care of what he had been happily taking care of for the past week. Then he decided it was none of his business and that it didn't matter anyway. He rolled over and closed his eyes.
His last thoughts before dropping off to sleep were of Cindy Stuart and that he had a hard-on. He would have to talk to Cindy tomorrow at school and see if he couldn't get on the good side of her. Sucking on her titties and getting nothing else was better than not getting anything at all.
With Dad back from his trip and taking a holiday, sex for him at home was kaput.
While Ron was dropping off to sleep, Wanda was entertaining her husband in the living room.
Fred sat on the couch nursing his drink and Wanda was experiencing pangs of burning sensuality. Already she missed the screwing her son always gave her every afternoon as soon as he was home from school.
She wondered briefly if he was missing it as much as she was. By this time last night she'd already had two hours of hot sex with him in her bedroom. She was glad she had changed the sheets today before Fred arrived home. They were so covered with come stains she wondered if she would ever get them out.
That would have been a dead giveaway to Fred that she hadn't been living a quiet life in her bedroom while he was away. She and Fred seldom stained the sheets when they slept together.
Wanda got up from her chair. She moved over to the couch and sat down on her husband's lap, running her fingers through his hair.
"That was quite a bit of exercise you got mowing the lawn this afternoon, after that long trip," Wanda said softly. "Maybe we'd better go to bed early tonight."
He grinned at her. "My girl feeling a little horny tonight?"
"Well, if you're in the mood for it, I could probably be talked into it."
Fred laughed. "I hope that's an understatement."
"You'd better believe it is," she said with a sly smile.
Wanda was very hopeful of getting laid by her husband tonight. After having spent the afternoon and evening in which the three of them behaved like normal average family, she felt uneasy about the way she had behaved with her son the past week.
Allowing her fourteen-year-old son to go to bed with her and screw her, not to mention the other things they had done together, didn't seem like the proper way for a mother to behave.
She almost blushed at the thought of how many times her son had put it to her in only seven days. Fred hadn't screwed her that much in eight months. It bothered her too, that she had enjoyed it as much as she had.
If her husband performed well in the bedroom tonight, and other nights to come, perhaps she could avoid the temptation to have sex with her son.
She had to face the fact that it was not a good idea having sex relations with her son. It was too dangerous, for one thing. If anyone found out about it, it would be the end of her marriage, that was for sure, and a lot of other unpleasantness.
Her home, her standing in the community, her reputation, she could kiss goodbye.
What she had done with her son, up to this point, was probably good for him. He knew all he needed to know about sex now, and about women. All he needed now was practice. And he'd get that! But not from her. She'd get her sex kicks from her husband from here on, and be content.
That is, if Fred did his part.
The more she thought about it, the better she felt about confining her sex activities to her husband. If she could get him aroused and keep him that way, re-establishing those strong sensual ties they once had between them, everything would be all right.
She leaned close, tightening her arms around her husband and pulling his face into the open part of her dress above her breasts.
He kissed her there, then lifted his face and put his mouth on hers, while he ran his fingers through her hair. He loved her beautiful soft silky hair and it always aroused him to give her the attention she wanted.
"Let's go to bed," he said in a hoarse whisper.
The next afternoon Ron was walking home from school alone, as he had done for the past several days, when he heard a voice from somewhere behind him, calling him.
"Oh, hi Cindy," he said after he'd turned around and saw her hurrying to catch up.
"Hi yourself. You in a hurry?"
"No. Why?"
"You sure didn't waste any time hanging around the school."
"I never do. As soon as I can leave, I leave."
"You could have waited for me."
"I didn't know you wanted me to."
"You could have found out, if you'd talked to me in the hall today," Cindy argued.
"If you were there, you must have been invisible," said Ron. "I couldn't see you anywhere."
"You looked for me? Honest? I didn't think you would, the way you've been avoiding me."
"I haven't been avoiding you," said Ron. "You've been avoiding me."
"Well what did you expect?" asked Cindy angrily. She was beginning to feel like she was on the defensive. Maybe by getting angry, it would put him on the defensive instead of her, before she ended up apologizing to him.
"I don't expect anything," said Ron. "You want to avoid me, go ahead. Avoid me."
"I wasn't avoiding you!" she said, her voice raised.
"Okay. Argue, then."
"I don't want to argue!"
"Okay. Don't argue."
Cindy took a deep breath and held it. Sometimes he made her furious. It made her especially furious when he seemed to be winning and she was losing. She would have to try different approach.
"I was avoiding you," she admitted quietly.
"I know."
"I was angry with you."
"I could tell."
"I'm sorry."
"Are you over it now?"
She looked at him and grinned. "Uh huh."
"Good. I'm glad."
"I was hoping I'd see you in the hall this afternoon and you'd tell me you wanted to walk home with me."
"We're walking together now."
"I mean to my place, and stay for a while."
"Well, I'd sure like to Cindy," said Ron, "but the folks and I are going up to the lake for the weekend. We'll be leaving right after supper. Dad probably expects me to come straight home from school and help him load the car."
"You mean I won't see you this weekend either? Not until Monday?" Cindy sounded very disappointed.
"I didn't think you were going to, anyway."
"Don't you think your father can load the car without your help? You can't be packing that much. It would be nice if we could have a little time together. We haven't seen much of each other lately."
"We sure haven't," Ron agreed. He couldn't help casting a quick glance at the two mounds thrusting outward from the front of her blouse. It sure had been a while since he had played with them and sucked on them.
"And we won't see each other until Monday."
"Yes."
"Do you think it would really matter to your folks if you stayed at my place for a while? Until my mom gets home?"
"Well-"
"It gets kind of lonely there all by myself for two whole hours before Mom gets home."
"Okay. I guess the folks won't mind."
Cindy smiled warmly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Less than an hour later, Ron was a very happy young man. He was performing a very pleasant task and he was very good at it. Cindy Stuart was quite in agreement with that. He certainly was very good at it.
He was sitting on the couch beside her while she lay back against the cushions enjoying the attention he was giving to her titties. He had removed her blouse and bra without any trouble, and he was quite confident that at the right moment he would have no trouble getting her skirt and panties off either.
His attitude was that of a professional, one who has great confidence in his ability. Cindy noticed it too. She had let him suck on her titties before but it was never this good. Today he was sensational. He had brought her to a thrilling orgasm sucking on her nipples, and he was still at it.
Cindy was already building up to another sensational climax because of the lovely things he was doing to her tits. She had always liked Ron, but nothing like now. He was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to her and she was only too happy that she was his girl.
There was something about Ron today, that was different, and whatever it was, she liked it.
Ron knew what it was that was different, but he had no intention of telling her, or anyone for that matter. The answer was very simple. It was practice. After a whole week of having sex with his mother, he had a right to feel confident of his abilities.
"Oh Ron! Ron!" Cindy almost shrieked as she clutched at her young lover's head, jamming his face firmly down on the tit on which he was sucking. His hand was on the other one, squeezing it gently and caressing it.
The girl writhed and squirmed, then as her second climax hit her full force, she let out a long sustained shriek and almost slid off the couch, while Ron's eager lips clung tenaciously to her tit.
Her mini skirt was up around her hips as she lay back against the cushions panting and gasping. Ron casually leaned down and began kissing her inner thighs.
When his probing tongue ran along the edge of the crotch of her panties, Cindy gasped and raised her head. "Oh Ron, what are you doing?"
"You like that?"
"Oh yes!" she murmured softly. "It feels nice."
"I could do it better if your panties weren't in the way."
"Would you like to take them off for me?" Cindy asked in a weak voice.
Ron graciously complied and removed the delicate garment, then gently spread her legs and knelt down between them. Cindy twisted around so that she was lying stretched out on the couch, but her hip was nearly over the edge where Ron was kneeling.
Then before she expected it, Ron seized the back of her knees with his hands and raised them up and back until they almost touched her pointed up-thrust breasts. Cindy gasped as he held her in this pose that up-arched the lascivious and rosy groove between the cheeks of her ass,
Ron stared at the soft pink vaginal lips of her cunt that were yawning wide.
"Oh Ron!" Cindy giggled a little nervously. "Where are you doing?"
"Looking at your pussy," he replied. "Just like I've wanted to do for ever so long. Boy! After all this time, I'm finally looking at it!"
"Ron! You make me feel foolish holding my legs up like this and staring at it."
"There's no reason to feel that way, Cindy. You have a beautiful cunt. You should be proud to show it. I'm glad you don't though, except to me. I want to be the only one to look at your cunt. Wow! Looking at it really turns me on!"
"You really like it?" Cindy giggled.
"You bet I do. I like it so much I'm going to give it a great big kiss."
Cindy let out a gasp as Ron bowed his head and placed his lips right on her tender pussy. It gave her a sensation that caused her to wonder why she hadn't let Ron take down her panties long before this.
An intense feeling of pleasure started at her crotch and ran all through her as she felt Ron thrust out his tongue and lap at the soft hair-fringed lips of her cunt.
Then he began to run his tongue all over the outer lips and Cindy writhed under the pleasant sensations. His lips found her clitoris, hiding in its place of sweet soft sensitive pussy-flesh. Cindy's eyes rolled almost to the whites and she let out a small cry, her fingers clawing at the cushions on the couch.
She writhed and squirmed as the sensations grew in intensity. Her efforts emphasized the lewd offering of her shapely ass, the anal cleft and the vaginal orifice against which Ron was busily licking.
Her feet waved in the air above his head, the muscles of her calves and thighs raced and flexed and jerked convulsively. The tantalizing friction of his tongue caresses caused Cindy to be shaken by spasm upon spasm of sensations she had never known before.
At last Ron lifted his face from the yawning maw of Cindy's soft moistening cunt. He could see that her clitoris had become rigid, rising up brazenly from its hiding place.
He thrilled to the sight of the wet inner cuntal lips twitching and palpitating with a life all their own, the result of his slithering tongue action.
Never before had virginal Cindy Stuart expected anything like this. She never dreamed that this boy who was no older that she was, whom she allowed to walk her home after school and play with her titties, was suddenly capable of arousing such overwhelming sensations within her.
This boy whom she always considered she could wrap around her little finger, was now her master, and she was his willing slave. She felt weak and helpless in his grasp, and she liked it that way.
Suddenly the sensation flared up once more as he buried his face in her pussy again. She wiggled and twisted frantically. She moaned and sobbed in the throes of her lewd pleasure. The feel of his tongue deep in the inner regions of her throbbing pussy was almost more than she could bear.
Then his tongue left that place and his lips once more attacked her stiffened clitoris. Her body weakened, trembled, then it experienced overwhelming pleasure.
Climax after climax came to her. Her head was reeling and she lost count. She begged Ron to stop because she couldn't stand it anymore, then hoped that he wouldn't pay any attention to her because she didn't really want him to stop.
Finally Ron raised his head and looked at Cindy. She felt him take his hand away from the backs of her legs but her eyes were closed and she did not see him quickly remove his shirt, drop his pants and undershorts and step out of them.
She only half opened them when she felt him whisk her mini skirt down over her hips and off of her. Then his hands were behind her knees again, drawing her legs up and her knees back to her breasts, where they were before.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked softly.
"Oh Ron! That was wonderful!" she replied drowsily.
"That was just to get you in the mood," he said. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
At that Cindy opened her eyes and looked down to see the bulbous head of his stiff cock moving toward her, then she felt the end of it nestle between the soft lips of her moistened cunt hole.
For an instant she was stunned, and before she could decide how she felt about it, the heated prick moved past the outer lips of her pussy. It continued to move forward while Ron tightened his grip on her legs. He pressed the eager shaft into the tight inner channel.
Cindy Stuart's feet began to kick in the as she thrilled to the sensation and the realization that now she was about to know what it was like to be fucked.
Ron trembled with the agitated ecstasy of knowing he was the first at the very portals of this lovely virgin's secret love temple. He was the first to fuck her.
"Get set, Cindy," he grinned at her. "You're about to lose your cherry."
Cindy winced at the first stab of pain which announced the occupancy of a male cock inside her sacred parts. Her eyes bulged. She hadn't really expected that letting Ron play with her titties would lead to this.
She wasn't expecting to have this experience until she was maybe seventeen, or more likely eighteen.
She remembered the times she had slipped out of bed at night and peeked into her parent's bedroom and watched her father driving his thing up into her mother.
Now she could understand why her mother writhed and squirmed and bounced around on the bed. Now that the pain had subsided and she felt the sensations of sweet pleasure flowing through her, she felt like doing the same thing herself.
"Golly Cindy, you feel so good!" Ron said breathing hard.
"Oh Ron! So do you!"
He forced her knees back until they mashed her heaving bare tits, tilting up her pelvic basin for total access. Ron drove forward slowly and steadily. Cindy's face contorted, her eyes glassy and wide with recognition of the tickling hot thrills that stabbed her tender virgin cunt for the very first time.
She felt his long hard shaft move deeper into her until it was hilted, their pubic hairs merging in the blissful cohesion of total fucking.
"Wow! This is really something!" Ron panted. "It feels great having my cock inside your sweet little cunt."
"Oh Ron, your thing feels sensational inside me." Cindy gasped as she put her hands on his shoulders and wiggled her firm little ass.
His hands moved up to grip her shoulders as he leaned over her, and gazed into her lovely young face as an added visual stimulus. Even more exciting were the spasmodic twitchings of her cunt walls against his throbbing stiff prick.
"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to fuck you," Ron said breathlessly. "Now at last I have my prick right up inside your sweet hot little pussy, and now I'm going to give it to you until I blow my charge, right up into your cunt."
"Oh Ron," Cindy giggled.
"Get ready Cindy, because you're going to get screwed good and proper. This is your first fuck and I want you to remember it forever."
"Oh I will Ron," Cindy promised. "I'll remember this as long as I live." He began working his cock back and forth until she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down on to hers and she kissed him passionately. His chest was mashing down on her struggling bare tits while he pumped it to her in short steady strokes, keeping in rhythm with her wiggling little ass.
His hands moved back and under her bare bottom cheeks. Then digging to the very hilt, he lingered gloriously, thrilled by the fluttering enclaspment of her virginal walls and the sweet moisture of her cunt that eased the frictional thrusts of his prick.
With his mouth pressed on Cindy's, stifling her moans of pleasure, he began to thrust vigorously back and forth, each time to the hilt, then back almost to the very brink of her hot throbbing orifice.
Cindy's legs flung out, splayed hugely, her heels flailing the air, her toes curling and twisting. Her arms around his neck, Cindy held him tightly, thrilled with his kissing and his fucking.
Rising and falling over her, Ron enjoyed the feeling of being her master, savored the pleasure from the tight hold her cuntal passage held on his swollen prick.
Soon Cindy began to feel a different series of sensations. As Ron's driving shaft pounded her steadily, she felt an itching and titillation of those sensitive tissues which until now had never known such goading, such rasping, such extreme pleasure.
And then Ron quickened the tempo, driving deep, making her body shake and bounce beneath him, she felt the peak of his passion. She wiggled her ass as hard as she could, pulling her mouth from Ron's and making frantic squeals of delight.
Hoarse grunting sounds came from Ron each time he made a thrust. Suddenly with a cry, he crushed his mouth onto hers as he deluged her pussy with his hot bubbling jet of come.
He felt Cindy's body leap under his, her hips wiggling frantically, then her body shuddered and went completely limp. He reveled in his triumph as the first to savor the goodies of the beautiful, virginal, fourteen-year-old Cindy Stuart.
After a while he raised his head up off her breasts and looked at the clock on the wall. It would be half an hour before Cindy's mother would be home. So he did it to Cindy again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Ron awoke he found he was alone in the cottage. Thinking that his mother and father had gone off somewhere together, he showered and prepared his own breakfast. Later he put on his swim trunks and went down to the beach. There weren't many on the beach and he quickly spotted his mother. She was by herself.
"Hi Mom," he said, as he stretched out beside her on the beach towel. "Where's Dad?"
"Gone fishing," she replied, turning over on her back and adjusting her halter.
"Why didn't you go?"
"Because I don't dig fishing, and because it will give your father a better chance to relax if I'm not there and he doesn't feel he has to keep me entertained. Besides, I prefer to stay here and get a tan."
"You have a tan and it looks good on you."
"Thank you dear," she said as she looked at him with a warm smile. "You're nicely tanned yourself."
"Gosh Mom, you sure look sexy in that bikini."
"Don't mention that word, sexy. I got so turned on just looking at you."
"I'm glad. How long will Dad be gone?"
"All day, I imagine. You know how he hates to come back in once he gets fishing. That's mainly why I didn't go out with him. I get bored out that long. I'd be very much surprised if he came back before dark.
Ron grinned at his mother. "Then we'll be alone together all day?"
She looked at him intently. "Yes. What are you getting at?"
"You said you get turned on looking at me. I thought we could go back up to the cottage and I'd show you how turned on I get just looking at you."
"I have no intention of getting you turned on."
"It's too late. You've got me turned on already. Take a look at the front of my swim trunks."
Wanda already had. It didn't help to calm her down any when she saw what a huge bulge he was carrying around in the front of it.
"Think about something else," she said.
"Why? It's more fun thinking about us."
"Well it isn't fun for me. I'm your mother and I'm not at all sure we should be talking this way."
"Gosh. I thought we had all that settled. Didn't you like all that sex we had together last week?"
"Let's not go into that," she laughed nervously.
"I'm glad Dad's back with us and all that, but I sure miss not being able to fuck you like I did while he was away."
"Ron! Don't talk like that!"
"Did you keep track of how many times we did it? I did. Most of the days we did it five times. More than that on Saturday and Sunday when we were up here at the cottage. Then we really went all out. All those different positions we tried-"
"Ron! Will you stop it?"
"Do you know what I really got a charge out of? Remember the second night we were together? You sucked me off? Wow!"
"Ron! I want you to change the subject immediately! I mean it!"
"But why? Aren't we going to have sex together anymore?"
"No!"
"Not ever?"
"Darling, try to understand. I am your mother and you are my son. No! We are not!"
"But why not? You liked it. And I liked it. And who's to know?"
"Someone might find out."
"How can they? If we don't tell them?"
"We might get caught."
"In our own house? In our own cottage?"
"No! We just can't continue this thing any further."
"Aw, come on Mom. Couldn't we have a little sex together when Dad isn't around? Like now when he'll be gone all day?"
"I don't think it would be wise. It's too risky. Besides, you're growing up and you'll be going out with girls soon. You won't be interested in me."
"You know what I would do Mom? If I could fuck you as often as I wanted to?"
"What?"
"I wouldn't give any girl a second look."
"You're really serious?"
"I sure am."
"That wouldn't be right. You should go out with girls. Your father wouldn't agree with me, but I think you should start going out with girls right now. What about Cindy Stuart?"
"You want me to fuck Cindy Stuart instead of you?"
"Of course not! She's only fourteen."
"So am I."
"That's different."
Ron grinned at her slyly. "I'll make a deal with you. I won't fuck Cindy Stuart if you let me fuck you."
Wanda flung herself over onto her stomach. "Ron Harvey, you're hopeless."
Wanda stayed on the beach for nearly an hour, before she got up to leave, so her young son wouldn't feel she was going back to the cottage for what he had in mind. Ron gathered up the beach towel, radio and sun tan lotion and walked back to the cottage with her.
"Just put those things on the kitchen table, dear," she said. "I'll put them away later."
She waited for him and when he came out of the kitchen, she followed him through the hall to his room.
"Do you mind if I come into your room with you and have a talk?" she asked.
"Sure. I wouldn't mind a bit." A smile played over her son's face as his imagination went to work. She entered the room with him and closed the door behind her.
Ron turned in time to notice that she locked it.
"I thought you said Dad would be gone all day," he said.
"Don't go getting any wrong ideas."
"Okay. I won't.
"See that you don't."
But Ron already had ideas, and he wasn't at all convinced they were the wrong ones. He was well aware of what was more than likely to happen. And in fact, so was his mother.
While Wanda did not like to admit it, even to herself, in truth she had been more than a little aroused looking at the almost nude body of her handsome young son while they were on the beach.
His erotic conversation with her didn't help to dampen the fire any, that was burning inside her. And now as she looked at his slender suntanned body, her desire for him was greater than ever.
"Why don't we get out of our swim clothes first, so we'll be more comfortable?" Wanda suggested.
Ron nodded and quickly climbed out of his trunks.
He watched eagerly as she undid the clasp which held her halter together and in a matter of seconds she was totally nude. She stood with her hands on her hips as she looked at her son's bare body. As she stared at his erect penis jutting out in front of him, it was almost more than she could stand.
Quickly she moved closer and reached for it, closing her fingers around the stiff pulsating rod. Her fingers lovingly caressed his cock while she kissed him.
It was a warm sensuous kiss that went on and on, and all the while she continued to play with his prick, until finally her hand moved down to give the same attention to his balls.
"Oh Mom, you really know how to turn a guy on," he gasped as their lips parted. "Keep it up, Mom. Really great."
Encouraged by his warm praise, she gave his genitals even more loving attention, her finger tips massaging the very tip of his shaft. The longer she played with it, the better she felt about everything.
She finally admitted to herself that what she really needed was to have his beautiful rock-hard prick sliding up into her throbbing cunt. She finally released his shaft to throw both her arms around his neck and kiss him savagely.
"What's the use of kidding myself," she panted as she drew her mouth from his. "I want you to fuck me. All the time we were on the beach together, all I could think of, regardless of what I said, was how nice it would feel if you were fucking me."
"Gosh Mom-"
"Let's do it darling. I want to feel that hard prick of yours going into my pussy."
"You bet, Mom. I'll sure do it," he said as he kissed again with devastating passion. "Let's do it right now like this, standing up."
"Like this?" Wanda said with a smile. "All right my sweet. If you want to."
"Now then Mom, spread your legs just a little. That's it."
"Just like last Saturday in the woods," Wanda laughed.
"Guide it in for me, Mom. I like the feel of your fingers on my prick."
"All right darling. You know I can't resist an opportunity to put my fingers on you prick."
Ron gasped at the touch of her fingers on the knob of his shaft, then he bent his knees slightly so his mother could move his cock in under her and point it straight up, then touch the moist lips of her cunt with the end of it.
He gave it a short thrust, putting the knob up in past the outer cuntlips.
"That's great, Mom. Now let's fuck!"
Her arms came up and around his neck hugging him tight as she put her face close to his.
"Kiss me darling. Kiss me while you're driving your beautiful prick into my cunt."
While she kissed him hotly, her tongue probing in search of his, her son's hands were on his ass, his fingers sinking into the resilient satiny cheeks of her bare butt, drawing her tight against him.
When he had it in her half way, Wanda pulled her mouth from his, panting for breath. She moaned softly and leaned her chin on his shoulder, sinking against him as his rigid organ penetrated deeper up into her vaginal cavern.
His fingers played with her buttocks as she forced herself up against him, making a humping movement with her ass until she felt him in her to the hilt.
"That's it, Mom," he panted. "Shake that lovely sweet ass of yours. Gosh Mom, you feel so good!"
"And I love the way you're feeling my ass while you're driving your cock into me."
"I love feeling your ass, Mom. It really turns me on. You have a very lovely ass."
"Thank you darling. It means a lot to me to know that you really like my ass."
Each time he thrust, he impaled her on his hotly pulsating cock, while his mother, squirming and gasping, found herself reaching the peak of her passion.
"Oh darling! I'm nearly ready to come. And it's so soon!"
"No wonder. You were really hot for it."
"Yes."
"Even while we were lying on the beach, you were hot to get laid, weren't you?"
"You could tell, couldn't you? How could I help it after I saw that bulge in your swim trunks?"
"That's why I made sure you saw it, and you'd also know how much I wanted to fuck you."
"You young devil! What am I going to do with you?"
"Just what you're doing now. Then we can both be happy."
"Maybe you're right."
They stood there rocking back and forth, his cock deep inside her throbbing pussy, her ample breasts pressed almost flat against his heaving chest, while they brought each other closer and closer to the joy of orgasm.
Tiny droplets of love juice trickled down her vagina and onto his balls pressed tightly up against the lips of her cunt.
She moaned and whimpered as the driving blows of his rigid prick brought on her climax.
Then with a violent thrust that lifted her up onto her toes, he splashed the depths of her cuntal passage with his hot liquid charge. She rotated her ass in a frenzy of pleasure as she took his charge in the midst of her bursting orgasm.
She hung there limply, supported by his hands on the cheeks of her ass and her arms around his neck, until their heavy breathing gradually subsided.
"Gosh Mom," he sighed. "You sure are a great screw."
Wanda laughed softly. "For a fourteen-year-old boy, you certainly know how to fuck."
Early the next morning Wanda watched Fred step down into the boat, while Ron, standing on the dock, handed him his fishing tackle, bait bucket, his lunch and thermos jug.
"I still feel kind of odd about leaving you two alone for a second day in a row, when I see so little of you and I only got home yesterday," Fred said to her.
"Now dear, you stop feeling like that," said Wanda. "I'm so pleased to see you relaxing and enjoying yourself for a change. You need this change of pace and the chance to enjoy what you like doing."
"You're a very understanding woman, Wanda."
Wanda laughed. "I didn't sound like it a week ago, when I drove you to the airport. But I was worried about you and the way you were running yourself into the ground. I felt I had to say something harsh to shock you and make you see what you were doing to yourself."
"I understand," said Fred. "I didn't at the time, but I do now."
"I'll clean what you catch, Dad." said Ron.
"Thank you son, but you don't have to do that. A good fisherman should clean, his own fish. And I like doing it. Don't feel bad that you don't like to fish, either. I wouldn't want you to spend all day out in the boat with me, doing something you weren't interested in, just to please me."
"Okay Dad."
"My advice to you is don't ever do anything you don't really want to do. Life is too short to waste it that way. If I had my life to live over again, that would be the rule I'd live by."
"I'll remember that next Thursday," Ron grinned, "when the lawn needs mowing again."
"Actually it's a good thing for me that you don't like to fish," said Fred. "I wouldn't leave your mother all day like this, if she didn't have you to keep her company."
"It's no hardship," said Ron.
"I'm glad you don't regard it as such," said Fred. "Most boys would feel it was the meanest of hardships to spend the day keeping their mother company. I'm really very pleased that you and your mother get along so well together, that you're so close."
"Why not?" Ron grinned. "She's a real good looking woman."
Fred laughed like he'd just heard the joke of the year from his favorite comedian. The idea that a fourteen-year-old boy could see his mother as a good-looking woman, left him almost too weak with laughter to start the boat.
Finally he pulled the starter cord and the outboard whirred into life. Ron cast off the rope holding the boat to the dock and he and Wanda watched Fred move out into the lake. Then they turned and headed back to the cottage.
"Well, you certainly know how to amuse your father," she said with a grin. "I'm glad you didn't tell him you've been getting into my panties. He'd have fallen down in the boat laughing."
"I guess that fathers don't think that fourteen-year-old boys look at women."
"At least they don't think their sons notice their mothers."
"Most of them don't. They don't have mothers as delicious looking as mine."
Wanda laughed appreciatively as they went into the cottage together. "Well, what do you suggest to pass the time?" she asked. "It's too early to do any sunbathing."
"Right. Let's go back to bed. The sun isn't even up yet. But something else is. It's quite obvious," she said, looking at the bulge in the front of his trousers.
Ron glanced down at himself, then at her. "That's why I thought about going back to bed."
"What you have in mind will come later. First I have to make the bed in my room and then to the breakfast dishes and tidy up the kitchen."
"Why do you have to do that now?"
"Because we might get interested in something else and it will still be left undone when your father gets back," Wanda said. "Then how will we explain what we did with our time? Tell him we laid on the beach from the time he left until he got back?"
"Yeah. That makes sense."
"Suppose you make the bed in my room while I take a shower, and then you take a shower while I do the dishes?"
"We're not going to take a shower together?"
"That's up to you. Do we play in the shower or do we play in bed?" she asked, giving him a mischievous smile.
"Okay," he laughed. "I'll make the bed."
"You can leave your bed until later. I'm sure it will only get messed up anyway."
"You better believe it will."
It didn't take as long to make the bed as it took to do the dishes and tidy up the kitchen, so Ron was already stretched out on the bed stark naked when his mother came into the room.
"My, that looks impressive, standing up like that."
"Why don't you get rid of that robe, so you'll look impressive, too,"
"Would you like to see me nude?"
"I sure would."
"Then I guess I'd better take it off."
But before she got around to doing it, she leaned over and kissed the end of his up-thrusting rigid shaft. Each time her lips came in contact with it, her son let out a moan of pleasure, his body quivering eagerly.
She opened the robe and took it off. He stared at her lovely body, quite obviously enjoying what he saw. He thrilled at the sight of the sensuous trim hips and the full round breasts thrusting out in front of her, as though he was seeing them for the first time.
"Oh wow! Come over here onto the bed with me. I want you!"
Wanda laughed. "I'm all for that."
She snuggled up in his arms and they kissed ardently. Her tongue found his and lashed it vigorously as their bodies quivered and rolled around on the bed.
"Would you like to do something real nice for me?" Wanda whispered to him when their lips parted.
"Sure, what is it?"
"I'd like you to lick my pussy, like you did that first time. Remember?"
He grinned at her. "I'll never forget it. Or the dozen times since then."
"Neither will I."
She rolled over on her back, spreading her legs apart.
"How does that look to you?" She asked, giving him a warm smile.
"It's a beautiful sight," he replied as he knelt down at the foot of the bed. "Slide your butt down to the edge of the bed so I can get at you better."
Wanda didn't need to be coaxed. Instantly her buttocks slid along the sheet until her pussy was right in his face.
Her skin was still moist and warm from the shower. She felt unbelievably clean and she smelled marvelously sweet. He ran his hand over the silky hair of her mound, then his face pressed to the moistening outer lips of her cunt and he kissed them.
He knew how to kiss it. He'd learned a lot from that first day. His tongue crept into the slit between the lips and he felt them quivering against his face. The kiss lasted for quite some time. Wanda, supporting herself on her elbows, looked down at his head buried between her thighs.
"Oh, darling! I like you doing that."
His tongue lapped both lips of her cunt and Wanda let out a moan of delight. Back and forth on her cunt lips he slid his wet tongue and her body began to tremble.
"Keep doing that, darling! Oh its wonderful!"
Gently he spread the cunt lips apart with his thumbs, his tongue darting into the interior and caressing the flower petal softness of her inner lips.
"Oh sweetheart! That really turns me on!"
Soon his face was partially submerged in the throbbing opening and Wanda was writhing on the bed, her buttocks twisting and turning in response to the sensations her son aroused in her passion place.
"You're really getting to me, darling. Oh that feels so nice. You're wonderful, sweetheart."
When she rolled and twisted, Ron got his hands in under the cheeks of her ass and held them firmly. He loved her ass and he enjoyed having his hands on it. At times it was all he could do to keep his hands off it.
She let out a shriek of delight when his tongue touched her clitoris, then licked it until it quickly stiffened and stood to attention. Wanda was able to take that for only so long.
"Oh, I'm going to come, darling. Oh sweetheart! I'm coming!"
Her legs went up and over his shoulders and she crossed them over his back locking his head tight inside her soft inner thighs, his face buried in her heated pussy.
It excited him the way her asscheeks writhed and twisted in his firm grasp, with lewd thrusting movements she kept shoving her cunt at him, working it up and down on his face.
Then she fell back onto the bed, panting and gasping for breath. She loosened her legs around his head and let him come up for air.
"Darling, you could drive any woman right up the wall," she said.
"Ready for seconds?" he asked looking up over the flat smooth surface of her belly.
"No! Not just yet. Let me get my breath first. Come up here on the bed with me."
He got on the bed as she wiggled her way up and put her head on the pillow, and he settled down close to her.
"You've sure learned a lot the past week," she laughed.
"No wonder. Look who's been teaching me. Sure wish I had a teacher like you at school. Boy! Would school ever be fun."
"While it lasted," she said. "They'd close it down in a week."
"Maybe less than that. If they didn't, they sure wouldn't have to worry about dropouts."
"Or boys playing hooky."
Her hand moved down over his chest, her fingers made tickling movements down over his stomach, then gently closed around the rigid shaft that was pointing up at the ceiling.
"Does that feel nice?"
"You bet it does," he said breathlessly.
"Do you like it best when I pull the skin back and forth, like this?"
"Yes."
"Or is it better when I run my thumb over the head of it, like this?"
"Oh yes."
"How about this, when I take your balls in my hand and play with them like this?"
"Oh, I like that too!"
"You're very easy to please."
"That's because you know how."
"I think you're ready."
"I sure am. Are you rested now?"
"Yes, but you lie still."
Wanda raised up and got on her knees. Then her head went down and Ron gasped as he felt her tongue touch the head of his cock. That wasn't all he felt. Soon he was feeling the inside of her mouth with his penis. Her mouth began moving up and down on his trembling shaft.
"Gosh, Mom! I wasn't expecting that. I thought you were going to let me fuck you."
His mother didn't answer. She had her mouth full.
"Oh Mom! I can't stand it!"
He looked up and admired her shapely bare ass that was there for him to view. Suddenly he grabbed at one of her legs. Wanda, getting the message, raised it and brought her knee over on the other side of him so that she was straddling him. Then he reached up and caressed the two shapely mounds that hovered above him.
Then he grasped her firmly around her ass and pulled down on it. Wanda got that message too and she lowered her cunt down onto his mouth. A muffled moan escaped her busy lips as she suddenly felt her son's hot tongue probing once again between her well moistened cunt lips.
She could tell by the twitching movements of his body and the way he was savagely devouring her pussy, that he was about to fire off his charge, and her head bobbed up and down faster than ever.
Ron had his arms around his mother's ass hugging her tightly to him, his face pressed snugly against her wet cunt while his tongue beat on her clit without mercy. While her ass writhed and twisted in his face, he made humping movements, thrusting his cock up into her mouth.
It was a double explosion, a silent one except for the moaning and grunting that came from the two very active bodies. The bed was a scene of frenzied activity, hands grasping, legs flailing, heads bobbing, and Wanda's shapely ass swiftly gyrating.
In a moment or two, the action slowed to a standstill, the bodies on the bed sagging and sinking limply to a heap as though they were melting together.
After a while, Ron heard a quiet voice speaking from somewhere between his legs.
"Would you like me to take my ass out of your face so you can come up for air?"
"Not if it means you're also going to take your face away from my cock." he replied.
So they lay there for some time without changing their positions. Finally Ron heard his mother's voice again.
"Well, I'll be damned!" she said.
"What's the matter?"
"I can hardly believe it! Your prick is actually getting hard again!"
"Didn't you expect it to?"
"Not so soon. I gave it a terrible going over."
"It thrives on that kind of treatment."
"So it would seem. Do you realize that if it keeps on behaving like this, we may not get any sunbathing done today?"
"That's okay. Let's do this while we have a chance," Ron said. "We can sunbathe some other time, when Dad's around."
Wanda laughed and rolled onto her back, rested a moment, then got to her feet.
"Come on into the bathroom with me," she said, looking down at him and not missing the fact that his rod was becoming quite stiff. "We'll wash our faces in cold water. It'll freshen us up. Maybe even revive us."
"Okay," he said. "I'm all for being revived."
"Don't let any cold water spill on that, though," she said, glancing at his stiff rod. "It has the opposite effect on a stiff penis."
"After we wash up, then what?"
She looked at him and smiled mischievously. "Then we can come back to bed and you can fuck me. If you want to."
Inside the bathroom Ron washed his face first, Wanda having to attend to something else. Then while Wanda leaned over the sink to wash her face, Ron toweled himself dry and admired the tempting sight his mother presented in that position.
In no time at all the towel was on the floor and he was behind her, his hands grasping her by the hips and the end of his shaft sliding along the wet lips of her warm pussy. It surprised Wanda for a moment but she quickly recovered and accommodated her son by spreading her legs and thrusting her rear end out to him.
"See what washing your face in cold water will do?" said Wanda. "You're reviving already."
"It wasn't the water. It was the sight of this beautiful bare butt of yours. You have a fabulous ass, Mom. Really great."
His probing shaft quickly found the place it was seeking and went on in like it lived there. Wanda's hot pussy had no difficulty in making it feel at home.
His hard shaft went deeper, Wanda began a gyrating motion with her buttocks and Ron showed his appreciation by thrusting it in further. Soon her ass was moving frantically and Ron was driving it to the hilt. He moved his hands up to grasp her by the shoulders then his hips humped against her in a swift rhythmic motion.
"You keep wiggling your ass like that, Mom, and I'm not going to last very long." he panted.
"You're a young boy, darling. You don't need to save it. Let yourself go."
"But what about you?"
She laughed. "If you miss a stroke, you'll be left way behind."
"You're that close?"
"I'm right there."
"You sure are a hot woman."
"It runs in the family. Now I have a hot son. A real stud."
"I'm glad you think so."
With a feeling of exhilaration he pounded it into her while Wanda shoved her ass back against him and wiggled it excitedly.
"Come on darling! Fuck me! I'm coming!"
She let out a cry of intense joy as her moment arrived and overtook her, while Ron's shaft pounded into her slot like a piston in high gear. An instant later he was crying out and Wanda felt his hot come splash up inside her.
After, Ron backed off from her and let her straighten up. She turned around and slipped her arms around him, hugging and kissing him.
She spoke softly, her lips close to his ears. "If you get any better than this, darling, I won't be able to stand it."
"You feel so good, I can hardly stand it now."
"Let's go back to bed, darling, and I'll snuggle up close to you and you can hold me in your arms until you feel like fucking me again."
"Okay, Mom."
And they did.
CHAPTER NINE
It was nearly noon when Wanda and her son finally rolled off of the bed and went into the bathroom to shower.
During the morning hours they spent together in bed they so satisfied their sexual needs, for the time being, they did nothing in the shower, other than to wash each other and exchange a few mild kisses while they rinsed off.
After they dried each other, Ron put on a pair of shorts, not bothering with undershorts, socks or shoes, and watched his mother put on a pair of bikini panties, then a halter and a pair of shorts.
She got busy then and made lunch for the two of them. When lunch was over and the two of them were debating what they would do with the afternoon, they heard a car pull up in the driveway behind theirs. They went to the window to see who was calling on them.
"Why it's Esther Caldwell and her sister Connie, and Connie's daughter Marion," Wanda exclaimed. "You remember them, don't you Ron?"
"Sure."
She grinned at him. "You should. You and Marion held hands most of the time they were up here last summer."
Ron grinned at her. He remembered all right. From what he knew now, he could look back and see that Marion had hot pants for him, but he was too dumb then to know what to do about it.
She was a year older than him, that would make her fifteen this year and he wondered if she would still feel the same way about him. He sure hoped she would, because he'd loved to have another chance at her.
"Thank heavens they didn't come this morning," Wanda said. "We weren't in any position to have visitors."
"They'd have caught us both with our pants down," Ron laughed.
Wanda gave him a withering look. "Very funny."
"I'm glad they didn't call on us last Sunday," he said. "We weren't ready for visitors then, either."
"Oh, wouldn't that have been awful?" Wanda almost shuddered at the thought of it.
"Especially if they'd arrived when we were naked in the woods across the road, and our clothes were on the hood of the car."
"Oh Ron, stop it. If they'd found us naked on the beach that would have been bad enough."
"Yes. That's where we were screwing."
She gave him a look that indicated he'd better think about something else. Then she went to the door.
"Well, this is a surprise!" Wanda said as she opened the door. "Come on in."
"How are you, Wanda?" Esther asked. "We were happily surprised to see your car in the drive. We didn't think you'd be up here yet."
"We're just up for the weekend," Wanda said. "Fred's out fishing."
Wanda greeted Connie and Marion while Esther told Ron how much he had grown in a year, and how handsome he was. Marion looked at him and kept on looking, like she was in full agreement with what her Aunt Esther had said.
Marion was something to look at. Her pale yellow hair was the crowning touch to a very pretty face and a superb body. She had a pair of boobs that stood out almost as much as Ron's eyes were at that moment.
But unlike Ron's eyes, her boobs were very scantily concealed in a very flimsy halter. Ron could see the imprint of the nipples in the white cloth.
Her white shorts were tight and designed to enhance, rather than conceal the goodies inside. They did a good job of that.
Marion chatted with Wanda and Ron talked with Esther and Connie, then as soon and as casually as possible, they slipped out of the cottage so they could chat together about what interested them most, each other.
They went down to the beach and strolled along the water's edge. Marion remarked about how beautiful the lake was and Ron got an idea.
"How would you like to bicycle around it?" he asked.
"Oh that would be neat," she said.
"I have my bike in the utility shed and Mom and Dad have theirs there too. Mom will be glad to loan you hers."
"You sure she won't mind?"
"No, I'll ask her though, if it'll make you feel better."
Ron asked and it was fine with Wanda and a few minutes later, the young couple were on their way around the lake.
Ron let Marion lead, so her could stare at her tight little ass as they went along. And all the while he had his rod where that bicycle seat was right then. Lucky bicycle seat!
Soon they came to the far end where there was only woods and no cottages, and the dirt trail that was already impassable for cars, became difficult to ride a bike on.
"We can leave our bikes here and walk along the water's edge. If you like." Ron said.
Marion was all for that so Ron led the way, holding on to Marion's hand. The trees were almost to the water's edge, leaving them just enough room to walk. Then further on, the space widened to about fifteen feet for a short distance and was sandy. They had their private beach, so they stopped there.
As they sat there close together, the one thing on Ron's mind was putting his arms around her and kissing her, but he wondered if she would mind and if it were pushing things a bit. They were getting along real well together and he didn't want to louse it up. She liked him, he could tell.
However, this was Sunday, his last day there, and if he missed out today he wouldn't get another chance tomorrow. While he turned that over in his mind, Marion solved the problem for him.
"That water looks so inviting," she said. "I'd like to go for a swim."
"So would I."
"Then let's."
"We don't have swim suits."
"Who needs them?"
He looked at her and she was already unfastening her halter. A second later, her boobs were bare and there for him to feast his eyes on. Marion made like she was having trouble with the zipper on her shorts, so she would give him time to take in the sight that he seemed to be enjoying.
Then she got to her feet and dropped her shorts down past her thighs, then to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She stood there before him clad in a pair of bikini panties that were sheer enough for Ron to see her pubic hair even though it was a pale yellow.
She let him stare at the crotch of her panties for a little while, then snapped him out of his trance.
"Well, come on," she said. "I'm not taking these off until you contribute something for the cause of nudity."
Ron got to his feet. "I don't have much to contribute," he grinned. "Just these shorts."
He pulled them off and straightened up, waiting for her reaction. He knew he would get one. His rod was bone-hard and sticking out in front of him. Marion stared at it.
"Wow!" she said. "I know what's on your mind."
"Sure. You."
"Did I do that?"
"Who else?"
"Well, let's get into the water and cool it off," she said. "I didn't come out here with you to get laid."
As they started for the water, she reached out to him. "Here. You can hold my hand, but that's all."
They waded out until the water was up to Marion's tits, then they started swimming paralleled to the shore. Marion floated on her back so she could tease Ron with the sight of her boobs rising up like twin mountain peaks. He knew very well she was doing it for his benefit.
After he had gazed at them for a long time, he, too, rolled onto his back, his shaft standing up like a mast of a ship. Marion stared brazenly at it. The sight of it thrilled her and she didn't care if he knew it.
So what if he did know that looking at his prick turned her on? She had no intention of putting out for him. She was a virgin and she wasn't giving that up even for her boyfriend, Paul, back home. She wasn't about to give it to a boy whom she'd seen for the first time in a year.
Ron's cock wasn't the first one she'd seen. She'd looked at Paul's lots of times. More than that, she had played with it. Paul was eighteen, three years older than her, and they'd been going steady for several months. She had Paul just about out of his mind because she wouldn't let him cop her cherry.
When they'd go swimming together, he'd take his swim trunks off, when they were out a ways, and she would play with his cock. Marion wouldn't count the times he came in her hand. Two or three times a day while they were swimming, then at night, too, in his car, or on the beach.
After a while, Marion began taking off her bikini top while they swam, so Paul could kiss and lick her tits and suck on the nipples while he treaded water in front of her. But she never took off the bottom half. That would be tempting fate a little too much.
Recently, she began letting Paul slip his hand down inside her panties and finger her clitoris while she played with his cock, but she'd never let him take her panties off like he always wanted to do.
She glanced over at Ron swimming beside her. Wouldn't Paul go out of his mind if he knew she was swimming completely nude with a boy, when she wouldn't do it for him? Well, to hell with Paul. It was her body. She'd show it when she wanted and keep it covered when she wanted.
She looked again at Ron. She was bare naked because she felt safe with him. Even if he did have a stiff prick and it turned her on when she looked at him, he was no problem. She could handle him if he got too horny.
Marion stole another look at his rigid pole and decided she wouldn't mind if he knew she was swimming completely nude with a boy, when she wouldn't mind handling him. Maybe when they got back to that little beach where their clothes were, she'd play with his prick until she jacked him off. Maybe she'd let him finger her pussy, too, if he didn't try to put his cock in there.
And she would let him feel her titties and suck on the nipples. No harm in that. She looked at him again. She really did like him quite a lot. That was for sure. Even if he was a little younger than her.
She liked him last year, too, when her folks rented a cottage for the summer near his folks' place, and she and Ron spent most of their summer together.
She admitted to herself that she had hot pants for him then. There were times when she was in the mood for it that he could have taken her if he had known what to do. If he hadn't been so damned innocent.
She had the strange feeling he wasn't so innocent this year. It seemed as if he was more confident of himself, especially where she was concerned. She wondered if he thought he could take her any time he wanted to. Well, if he tried it, he would sure be in for a surprise.
Maybe it was the idea of being naked with Ron for the first time, or the thoughts she had been thinking, but the cool fresh water swirling through her unencumbered legs caused her little clitoris to tingle and thrill.
She had changed over from the backstroke she and Ron had been doing and was now doing the breast stroke, and as her shapely legs shot back and out, she could feel the lips of her cunt opening to the exciting rush of the water flowing along her exposed cuntal crevice.
Continuing to swim along with this, she slipped into a mindless sensual daze induced by the sunlight glinting off the calm water of the lake. Her lovely body, gently lifting and lowering, kept to the rhythm of her lazy strokes, while she was unmindful that Ron had slipped behind and beneath her.
Suddenly, just as she fanned out her legs in the back kick, she felt his hands on her hips and his cheekbones pressing into the soft flesh of her buttocks and something smooth and sinuous dart between her parted cunt lips toward her pulsating little clitoris.
Right away she knew it was his tongue and she frantically closed her legs and thrashed away from him on her side. They were in closer to shore now and she found she could stand on the bottom with the water lapping at the underside of her tits.
"Dammit, Ron!"
"What's the matter?"
"You know very well what's the matter!" she replied, trying to sound more displeased than she really was. She wasn't sure that she was displeased at all.
He let his feet settle to the bottom and stood there before her. "I only kissed you."
"Only kissed me?" she said indignantly. "Since when do you kiss a girl there on your first date?"
He gave her his bad-little-boy grin. "When the girl takes off all her clothes, on the first date."
"If I had known you were going to pull that, I wouldn't have."
"Wouldn't have what?"
"Taken off my clothes."
"Then we couldn't have gone swimming."
"That's right. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, either."
"Are you mad about it?"
"No, but if you want to kiss me, pick a more acceptable place."
"Where I kissed you is acceptable to me."
"Well, it isn't to me!"
"Where would you suggest?"
"I know it's old-fashioned, but have you ever kissed a girl on the mouth?"
"Yes."
"Then do it!"
"Is that an invitation?"
"Oh, hell!"
An instinct for survival made him decide that kissing her would show more wisdom than really making her mad, so he slipped his arms around her and put his mouth to hers. He found to his delight that Marion couldn't have been too angry with him, as almost immediately she began kissing him back.
Her tongue slipped past his teeth and met his on the way to meet hers. Marion's arms slipped around his neck and hugged him tight, crushing her ample-sized breasts almost flat against his lean chest.
With things progressing so well, Ron didn't think she'd mind if he slipped his hands down over her back, and played with the mounds of her bare buttocks. She didn't.
They kissed for a long time without either one saying anything. Actually, it was a long time before either of them came up for air. Finally, Marion pulled her mouth away panting heavily and nibbled lightly on his ear.
"You didn't kiss like that last year," she whispered.
"You didn't take your clothes off last year."
"Somebody taught you how to kiss since last summer."
"New thing at school, along with modern math."
"What happened to your little-boy kisses?"
"I keep them for when I'm kissing little girls."
"Would you like to kiss me some more?"
"Yes. All afternoon."
"I can understand you knowing more about kissing this year than you knew last summer," said Marion. "But who taught you that other? I mean, that kiss between my legs?"
"You liked that, didn't you?" Ron grinned.
"Who taught you?" she repeated.
"I learned it from my mother."
"Very funny."
After their second round of kissing, both of them were almost gasping for breath. Marion pulled her lips away and clung tightly to him.
"Oh, Ron! You're too much! Let's take a breather, before we lose control."
"That would be okay by me."
"I know it would. You'd slip it into me in a second, if I'd let you."
"You won't let me?"
"No, I won't! Understand that right now. You're not going to fuck me."
"Oh."
He was learning the routine now. Cindy Stuart said the same thing to him, and was very definite about it. She was every bit as definite as Marion about that.
Then last Friday, she let him go all the way, without an objection. And after he'd put it to her a second time, then got up to leave, she didn't want him to go. He had to, though. Her mother was due home from the drugstore where she worked. As it was, he passed her on the street as he was on his way home.
So Ron looked at Marion and smiled, and tried not to let his confidence show.
"Is that understood?" Marion emphasized. "Or do you think that if we play around like for an hour or so, I'll get so hot that I'll let you screw me?"
"No. I understand."
"And it's okay."
"Sure. I like you a whole lot. I'd rather be here with you like this than anything else you could name."
"You mean it?"
"You bet I do," said Ron. "When you came into our cottage and I looked at you, I'd have given anything to be with you just like this, both of us naked and my arms around you, and kissing-"
He didn't get a chance to finish. Marion grabbed him and planted her mouth on his. Ron didn't mind. He'd rather be doing that then talking, anyway. Marion kept his mouth busy for quite a while, and she didn't seem to mind when Ron's hand found its way to her boobs and played with them.
When he had the nipples so stiff they were stabbing him in the chest, Marion slid her mouth from his and laid her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily against his ear.
"Your thing is awfully hard," she whispered. "It's digging into my stomach."
"I know-"
"Would you like me to play with it a little, for you?"
"Oh, yes."
Ron trembled all over as her hand slipped down between them and her fingers closed around the bulbous head of his shaft, her thumb brushing gently over the tip of it.
"Does that feel nice?" she whispered.
"Wow, does it ever!"
"Want me to keep doing it?"
"Yes. Don't stop."
"I won't stop. I like playing with it."
"I'm glad you do."
"Would you like me to play with your balls, too? With my other hand?"
"Yes. I'd like that."
"There. Now kiss me while I'm doing it."
While Marion's hands were busy below the surface of the water, Ron's mouth was busy on hers. Soon, though, he pulled his lips away from hers, breathing heavily. "Gosh, Marion," he gasped. "I won't last long with you doing that."
"We can do something that's even better," she said as she released her hold on his equipment and turned around with her back to him.
She moved back against him so that his upright shaft was wedged between the round cheeks of her butt, like a wiener in a hot dog roll. He didn't need to be told to put his arms around her.
"There," she said. "Does that feel nice?"
"It sure does. I like it when you move your hips like that."
"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to move your hand down and play with that place you kissed," Marion said in the way of a suggestion.
"I sure want to," Ron said as his fingers were already finding the place. His other hand grasped one of her tits and he held her firmly against him.
Marion let out a little cry of delight when his searching fingers found the hiding place of her little clitoris and gave it a vigorous going-over. A few moments later, she cried out that she was starting to come.
"So am I," Ron gasped, working his shaft back and forth in the soft crevice between her ass cheeks, while his fingers on her clitoris kept up an equally swift movement.
Ron knew when she burst into orgasm, from the movement of her ass pressed tightly against him, even if he hadn't heard her shrieking for joy.
Marion also was aware of when the soft mounds of her ass masturbating his cock had done the job. She felt the warmth of his fluid in contrast to the coolness of the water as it spilled over her buttocks.
"Gosh, Marion!" said Ron after he was able to get his breath. "You're really something!"
"So are you," she giggled.
"Your hand felt great, but your ass felt even better."
"I think we'd better swim back to where our clothes are," she said after a while. "If we stay here doing this, we won't have the strength later."
A short time later, they reached the spot where they had gone into the lake and they came out of the water and onto the small hidden beach where their clothes were.
"We can lie down on the sand and let the sun dry us off," Ron suggested.
Marion stretched out on the sand on her back and Ron lay down close to her. His arms went around her, pulling her against him until her shapely breasts were almost flattened between them. Her arms went around him as his mouth settled over hers and their tongues thrashed together.
Marion felt the animal warmth of his lean body enveloping her as her own desire swiftly grew in intensity. A little tremor of self-doubt shook her. It would be easy now to open her legs and let him have what he wanted. What they both wanted, really.
Ron's eager young lips stayed clamped on hers. His wet tongue playing in the welcoming cavern of her mouth and for a. long time they lay welded together in their delicious soul kiss.
Marion sucked hungrily at his probing tongue while it explored the secret recesses of her mouth, mingling her sweet saliva with his. A rosy glow suffused her trembling young body from the roots of her pale yellow hair to the very tips of her toes.
But mostly, that erotic glow was centered in and around the triangle of soft silky hair between her thighs, and seemed to be growing more intense with each passing moment.
Her curvaceous legs were closed, even against a powerful desire within her to open them wide, protecting her delicate maidenhead from sudden attack.
That erotic sensation between her thighs wasn't being lessened any by the fact that Ron's rock-hard prick was wedged tightly against her pubic mound as their bodies pressed firmly together.
If only they could stay that way forever, she mused wistfully. It felt so wonderful being held in his strong, loving arms with the gentle sound of the water lapping lazily at the shore, the warm sun caressing their bodies and a soft breeze whispering in the trees.
She liked the feel of his hard penis throbbing feverishly as its hot length pressed against the soft flesh of her belly and her pubic mound.
She felt a stickiness on her skin which she knew was from the little drops of come dribbling from the tiny mouth-like slit at the end of the swollen purple head of his prick.
"Oh, Ron," Marion sighed weakly when their lips finally parted. "I like the way you kiss."
"I sure like kissing you," he said, breathing heavily. "I wish we had more time together, instead of just this afternoon."
"Maybe we will have."
"We will? How?"
"Mom and Aunt Esther just rented a cottage this morning, for the summer months. Same one we had last year, near yours. That's why we were up here today. As soon as school is out, we'll be up here to stay all summer."
"Wow, that's great!" he exclaimed with a grin. "As soon as school is out, Mom and I will be up here for the summer, too. Dad will get up when he can."
Marion let out a little squeal of delight. "We can see a lot of each other then," she said happily.
"Yes. I want to see an awful lot of you."
"Oh, Ron, I'd like to be your girl. Would you like that?"
"Boy, would I! That'd be great! I'd sure like that."
"Even if I don't let you screw me?"
"That's okay. I won't give you a hard time about it, either. It will be great just to be with you like this, every day."
"Oh, Ron, you're so sweet," she sighed happily. "Kiss me some more."
Their hot mouths came together and Marion couldn't help writhing and squirming against him. As the kiss continued, her soft hand slipped down between their tightly pressed bellies and she circled his burning shaft with her slender fingers.
A thrilling, quivering sensation flurried up from her aroused loins along the inner surfaces of her responsive young body. A fleeting thought that her defenses might crumble due to her passion rather than his, was quickly put out of her mind.
"It's awfully hard," she said in a hoarse whisper as she took her mouth from his. "Would you like me to play with it a little?"
"Yes. It feels nice having you hold it."
"You can kiss my titties, if you want to."
"I sure want to."
Ron blazed a trail over and around the full mounds with his hot wet tongue until Marion was making steady moaning sounds and her body twisted and squirmed on the sand. Her hand stroked his rigid tool with gentleness and affection, then his mouth sucked in one of her, stiffened nipples.
He could hear her moaning and heavy breathing becoming more intense as he sucked hungrily on first one nipple and then the other. His alert senses told him that Marion wasn't controlling this situation as much as he was, and it increased his efforts.
Suddenly, she took her hand off his cock and pulled his face up from her nipples, then smiled at him, a look of adoration in her shining eyes.
"If you want to kiss me, between my legs, you can," she said in a faint whisper.
He gave her a quick kiss on her lips and moved down, and Marion flatteringly spread her legs for him.
"Just one kiss," she whispered apprehensively as she watched Ron's head move down between her inner thighs. His head raised up for a moment to grin at her.
"Sure," he said softly, "but a long one."
Weakly she raised her head from the ground to look at him crouching between her outstretched legs. She could see the tip of her tongue darting in and out of his mouth as he bent forward to avidly study her wide-split cunt. His eyes were wide and staring.