Chapter 4
After his fun in the bushes with Karen, Billy was in a constant fit of desire. He called her several times during the following week, but she was never at home, or was busy. He was reduced to lying in bed, recalling the way her pussy had felt and how it had looked as she moved her finger around in it.
Ann noticed her son's lassitude. She wondered what he was doing up in his room every morning and evening, and why he was spending less time out in the garage with his car.
When Billy and Karen had come back from rowing the week before, Ann had the feeling that something had gone on between them, but she hadn't thought it had been anything that could change her son's behavior so much.
Meanwhile, Ann was feeling a stronger and stronger attraction to her son. She found herself doing things that could lead to a confrontation. But she always caught herself in time.
For example, once she stood naked in the hallway waiting for Billy to see her. As she stood there, with her cunt drooling, she could hear the boy rummaging around in the kitchen. Then his footsteps began to come toward her. At the very last second, she ducked into her room and jerked off with wild lust.
Once while passing her son's room, though, she heard his mattress creaking with the energetic rhythm of sex. The boy was jerking off, Ann realized.
Suddenly, Ann found herself in the grip of uncontrolled passion. She knew what she wanted and she was powerless to stop herself. She knocked on his door.
"What?" Billy yelled quickly, nervously.
Ann didn't know what to say. She knocked because she didn't want the kid to waste his jism. She wanted it. But what could she say?
"Um-m-m-m, I just wondered if you might want a sandwich," she said loudly. "I'm going to make myself one and I thought..."
"No thanks," Billy hollered.
Ann felt bad about interrupting Billy's masturbation. But she had a feeling that if things turned out as she hoped, the boy would be grateful.
"How about a piece of apple pie?" she said, stalling.
"No!" Billy yelled.
He was losing his patience, and it showed in his voice. Ann began to tremble. She knew what she had to do. And her unbelievable lust gave her the courage to do it.
As though she were watching a movie, she saw her hand reach for Billy's doorknob. Her fingers clutched it and turned. To catch him by surprise, she would have to act fast, she knew. And in another second, she was standing in his opened doorway.
Billy was obviously shocked to see his mother suddenly standing there looking at him. And Ann was even more shocked at the sight that she found.
BiHy was lying on his bed, naked and with a huge, hard cock in one hand. In his other hand was a magazine. And even from the doorway Ann could see a two-page spread of a naked chick, facing the camera with widespread legs.
Beside the masturbating boy lay a pair of Ann's undies, a pair she'd dropped into the laundry hamper that morning.
"Oh, Billy!" Ann gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ..."
"Get out!" the boy yelled.
"But..." Ann took a step toward the boy. She wanted to suck his prick so badly she could already feel the fat thing in her mouth.
"Get out!" Billy repeated with more volume.
He had hidden the magazine behind him, and was now trying to hide the pair of underpants under his covers.
Ann saw that there would be no use in trying anything at the moment. She retreated and closed the door. But the sight had its effect on her. She staggered to her room, cramming her hand into her pants even before she threw herself down on her bed.
Billy had a few bad moments. He was devoured by shame and humiliation. Jerking off was one thing, but he knew his mother saw that pair of her panties beside him. Luckily, he had dropped them there just before the door swung open-a second earlier would have allowed Ann to see him breathing in the funky odor of that little garment.
But Billy was surprised to find his shame short-lived. It was quickly adding to his excitement. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong. All kids jerk off. And so what if he was sniffing his mother's panties?
His prick had softened slightly, but now it was harder than ever. He reached for his mother's underpants again and lifted them to his face. Now he would jerk off with even more pleasure, he thought.
But as soon as he grabbed his prick again something stopped him. He froze. His ears perked up. There was a strange sound coming through his door.
Billy quietly scurried to the door and listened.
"Oh-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h-h," he heard as the groans filtered through his door.
Billy opened his door, and the sound immediately grew louder. It was coming from his mother's room. There could be no doubt what it meant.
Creeping down the hall, Billy listened to the moaning as his prick kept bobbing in front of him. He pressed his ear to his mother's door and listened. The situation was reversed, or at least it would be if he opened that door. And how could he resist?
Now it was Billy's turn to feast his eyes, and it was Ann's turn to feel the humiliation of being discovered while diddling her cunt.
Ann's slacks and undies were around her ankles as she lay on her back on the bed. With her knees bent and spread, her crotch gaped wide. Under her hand, Billy could see the open mouth of her cunt shining pinkly among the dark hair. One finger could be seen at the top of the cunt's slot.
Her other hand was hidden in her blouse, but it was obvious that she was fondling a tit.
But most surprising of all, she hadn't even stopped her exertions when the door opened. Even now, as mother and son stared at each other's naked bodies, Ann's finger wiggled and her body squirmed. And the noises that had attracted the boy in the first place were still pouring out of her mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" she wailed. Billy, in a trance of horniness, began walking toward the woman. And still, Ann did nothing but continue her jerking off.
But as he reached the side of the bed Ann suddenly reached out to him. "Billy!" the woman gasped. "Mom," Billy said as he threw himself on top of her.
His mouth found his mother's and they kissed. The feeling of her kinky pubic hair under his cock and balls almost made him shoot his load.
But he wanted to feel that cunt swallow his prick. He began lifting his hips in an effort to thread the prick into that waiting twat. But he kept bouncing his prick between his mother's thighs or slipping it up over her stomach.
"Wait, wait," Ann said softly.
Billy felt his mother's hand between their crotches. She took his throbbing prick in a firm grip and pulled it to the right spot. Billy followed his mother's guiding hand until he felt the bliss of her cunt devouring him.
It was a more glorious sensation than he'd ever been able to imagine. His prick was bathed in heat, held by a tight but infinitely gentle grip, wrapped in the satin lining of her cunt. He was fucking.
His hips began to jerk, his prick slid back and forth. As he plowed that pussy, Billy groped at his mother's chest, filling his hands with her soft tits.
"Come on, sweetheart!" Ann cried. "Oh-h-h-h, fuck me!"
"Ah, ah, ah," Billy grunted.
Then he came. His jism exploded, sending reverberations through his body. His orgasm was like none he'd ever experienced.
As he felt his ecstasy draining away, he realized that his mother was still thrusting her hips beneath him. Billy tried to continue fucking, but his prick slipped out of her cunt.
"That's all right," Ann said. "Just relax."
Billy realized that he was acting like a bull in a china shop. His mother pushed him off her and onto the bed beside her. As he lay there looking up at the ceiling, he realized that he'd been fucked. But he hadn't been able to tell what it had felt like. It was all a blur.
But now his mother was doing something else.
And in the light of having spilled his load he could concentrate on what was happening. His mother had crawled down his body and was moving her hands around his cock and balls and on his belly and thighs.
"You have such a nice big prick, honey," Ann whispered.
Having his mother examining him like that was thrilling. Soon his prick was fully hard again. Ann took the shaft in her hand and felt its solid weight. And she felt it pulsing powerfully.
Billy looked down along his body to watch his mother playing with his cock. He was almost as homy as he had been when he first opened her door.
He heard tiny gasps in his throat as he saw his mother bring her face to his standing cock. Her mouth opened. Then he was treated to another fabulous sensation. Her mouth locked around his fat cockhead.
Billy tried to concentrate. He didn't want to forget how this felt. He wanted to be able to recall later the exact feeling of having his prick sucked.
He tried closing his eyes so the sight of his mother's face pierced by his prick wouldn't distract him from the sensation. He thought about how her tongue felt as it squirmed around under the head of his cock- He felt her teeth as they rested on the top and bottom of his shaft.
Billy could feel his mother's hand continuing to work even as she sucked him. One hand had taken up his balls and was holding them firmly. Her other hand was stroking his belly.
But most of all, Billy was aware of the incredible pleasure his mother was giving him. Once again his body was humming with intense sexual joy. He couldn't help pumping his hips, shoving his cock deep into his mother's throat.
Suddenly, Billy was feeling his mother's fingers tickling him under the balls. How long had she been doing that? he wondered. Was he losing track of what was happening again in a fit of bliss? He forced himself to concentrate on her fingers as they neared his asshole. He thought she was actually tickling that tight hole, but he couldn't be sure.
Billy began to fall into a spell of pleasure again. He couldn't fight it All he knew was that he was experiencing the most wonderful adventure of his life.
After having shot his load a few minutes before, Billy was in the perfect condition to enjoy a leisurely blowjob. And Ann was the perfect one to administer it. Although she hadn't come when Billy fucked her, she was willing to put off her pleasure. After all, after this sucking the boy would be ready to fuck her for all she was worth.
Billy looked down at his mother again. He could see how wide her mouth had to open to get his prick into it. Her head was moving slowly up and down as his cockhead slid over the soft wetness of her tongue.
Then his prick was bobbing in air again. His mother's saliva began to evaporate, cooling his prick.
"That tasted good," Ann said. "Spiced with your cum and my cunt juice."
Ann's words kept Billy climbing the heights of passion while she changed position. Billy watched his mother crawl up beside him. He watched her tits swinging as she moved. Remembering how those jugs had looked through the window as he peeked at her, he knew that he hadn't seen anything until now.
"Now we're going to do some more fucking," Ann said as she swung a leg over the boy's hip.
Billy saw her twat gape open, then lower over his prick. He felt his prick surrounded by the hot, wet satin again. Reaching up, he took her swinging tits into his hands. They weren't as firm as Karen's tits, but they were bigger.
Ann moved her hips up and down and in circles as her son's cock stirred her cunt. He held on to her tits, squeezing, lifting and kneading them.
This time, he was able to pay more attention to the feeling of his mother's pussy sliding over his cock. In all his masturbatory efforts, he had never come even close to this type of cock-stroking.
"Oh-h-h-h," Ann moaned.
Billy watched his mother's face as it began to register the joy she was feeling. The sounds kept increasing in volume as the speed of her hips increased. Billy writhed beneath his mother's bouncing body.
Now he began to feel his own face wrinkle up in passion. His prick was beginning to burn with ecstasy. And his mother's wanton behavior was filling him with excitement. Suddenly they were both coming. Their bodies jerked as they howled.
As their ecstasy melted, they pumped their hips slower, but didn't stop. It was as though they were afraid to face each other in the cool light of spent passion. But Billy's cock was softening, and Ann's cunt was getting too tender to take any more.
Finally, they lay still in a heap of limp flesh.
"Oh, Billy, that was so nice," Ann said, trying to keep the shame out of her voice.
"I never did this before, Mom. But I love it. It's great."
"Yes, it is. But you know a mother isn't supposed to fuck her son," Ann said. "We'll have to keep this a secret."
"Do you do this with Jim?" Billy asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"No, no, he must never know. Never. Promise you won't say anything to him, ever. Or to Karen, .or to anybody."
"I promise, Mom. I won't tell a soul. But can we do it again sometime?"
"I don't know, honey," she said. "We'll have to see. Now leave me alone. I have things to think over."
As he left her room, Billy wondered what she had to think over. But then his mind began to focus on his good fortune. He lay down in his bed. He had gotten fucked; his dream had come true. And he couldn't have found a more beautiful, or sexier chick. Fucking had been better than he ever imagined. And while the memory was still alive, he replayed the whole experience in his mind a few times. He fell asleep with his mother's image in his eyes and her odor in his nostrils.
Ann didn't find the peace her son had. She lay awake, thinking about her perversion and how it would effect her relationship with Jim. She still hadn't given him an answer on his proposal, and now she felt even further from making up her mind.
She could, it seemed, have a wonderful sexual life with her son. That would mean sinking into a morass of depravity, though. Marrying Jim would pull her back into the normal world of civilized society. But she wasn't sure if that was what she wanted. She was more confused than ever, but one thing was clear. She was already eager to get her hands on the boy in the next room again.