Chapter 2
Laura realized even before she left the school on the evening of her cunt-melting experience with David that she had a difficult problem to face at home. In fact, Laura had two difficult problems at home in the persons of Robert and Marty, her two handsome young sons. As Laura drove home from school she wondered how she could possibly control her blazing lusts now that she had let them burn out of control once. It had been hard enough to keep her burning hunger for young boys under control at home. Now that she had tasted young David's dick and had experienced the cunt-stirring joys of sex with boys, she knew that she would find it much more difficult to keep her hands off her own sons.
Laura knew perfectly well that she should be ashamed of her desire for her sons, but shame was now the farthest thing from her horny mind. She had been ashamed of her lust for David too, but that uncomfortable feeling had been washed away by the flood of her rushing orgasm. Shame, the hot-assed woman had discovered, was easy enough to put aside in the heat of her lust. She felt that she dared not let herself approach her sons with sexual intentions not because the act would fill her with shame, but because incest would be rather inconvenient for everyone concerned.
The sun was just beginning to set when Laura pulled up in front of her house in the country,. She turned off the car and listened for the sound of basketballs bouncing against the side of the garage. Robert and Marty were practicing their favorite sport again as usual. As'usual, Laura honked her horn twice to let the boys know she was home. In a few minutes they would be scrambling into the house and getting cleaned up for supper.
Laura closed her lovely eyes and let her imagination run away with her. The long golden rays of the setting sun fell on her eyelids, casting a warm glow over her thoughts. She felt calm inside, almost too calm. She was at peace with herself after her wild afternoon of hot sex with her eager young pupil. It was the first time since before her husband's tragic death that she had felt so warm and easy inside, She felt like letting herself drift off somewhere, felt like taking a flight of fantasy.
Laura closed her eyes to the real world and imagined that she was watching her fifteen-year-old son playing basketball in the gym at school. She could see him as real as life on the gym floor, jumping and turning with athletic pace as he outmaneuvered his opponents. The proud mother could see her son's young hard muscles flexing with power as he shot the ball into the air. She could see his arms tightening as he powered the ball across the floor. She could see his slightly hairy legs tensing as he jumped up to sink a basket.
She could see the white and blue silk material of his shorts moving at his crotch when he jumped, barely revealing the big bulge between his legs as the soft material of his loose shorts touched his swelling cock and balls.
Laura imagined watching the boys on the team file into the shower room after the game, imagined watching them strip off their shorts and shirts and parade around the dressing room in their jock straps until they were ready for the showers. She imagined watching her fifteen-year-old roll his jock down his legs, revealing his big balls and thick young cock. She imagined following Robert and the other boys into the showers, keeping her eyes on their bouncing balls and healthy young pricks. She imagined watching Robert soap up his cock and balls and rub his fuzzy dark-haired groin until he was covered with white thick suds. She pictured herself walking up behind her son and putting her hands on his soapy shoulders, moving them gently down his sides until her fingers were only inches away from his cock.
Laura could feel her naked tits crushed up against her son's strong back, could feel rivers of soap suds running between her tits and down her belly. She could feel hands on her legs and ass as the boys who surrounded her rubbed bars of soap all over her naked body. She could see young cocks hardening all around her as the boys were turned on by her presence in their shower room. She could feel the beating of her heart as it raced in her breast. She could feel her cunt tingling inside as every boy on the basketball team ran his hands over her wet silken body.
The horny mother could feel her son's heavy breathing as she tangled her fingers in the dark hair of his soapy groin. She could feel the shaft of his stirring fifteen-year-old cock as she ran her fingers down its length. She could feel the kid's eager young dick stiffening, swelling, filling with hot blood as she stimulated her son's cock and balls. She could feel the soapy shaft of his hardening prick as she gripped the youthful tool. She could hear her son's sharp intake of breath when she ran her fingers up and down the rampant hard-on the boy sported.
Laura could feel the dizziness that her depraved lust brought her as she fell to her knees before her hard-cocked Robert, could feel the swirling sensations inside her that filled her whenever she did something so wild and taboo. The hot-assed woman could see her son spreading his legs and planting them firmly on the soapy tile floor of the shower. She could see him putting his hands on his naked hips and presenting his cock for her to suck and lick. She could see the look of shameless desire that spread over Robert's grinning face as he looked down on her.
The horny teacher could feel the hard dicks of all the boys rubbing against her wet flesh as she bent toward her son's dripping dick. She could feel the hard meat of Robert's fifteen-year-old prick as she kissed it gently on the head. She could taste his slippery cum as she licked the crystal droplets from the head of his cock. She could feel her son's prick swell suddenly when she engulfed it in her eager mouth. She could taste the hot meat of her son's shaft when she sucked it deep into her throat.
Laura could hear the cries of pleasure that filled the air of the shower room as the basketball team went wild with lust. She could hear her own little cries of ecstasy as she writhed on her knees before her son. She could hear her boy grunting wickedly as he began banging his hard dick into his mother's sucking face. She could hear the sudden deepening of his voice when his rod snapped up against the roof of her wet mouth and shot its creamy cum.
The hot mother could feel blast after blast of hot jism shooting into her face, splattering against the back of her throat, threatening to drown-her. She felt her son's groin pressing up against her face as he rammed his rod deep into her throat, felt his balls slap up against her chin as he came. She could feel her own climax raging in her twat as a boy licked and sucked between her kneeling legs, could feel rivers of sensation roaring through her naked body as she climaxed with her young son. She could feel gallons of cum squirting all over her back and thighs as every boy in the shower came at once. She felt their bulging hard-ons rubbing against her body, felt cocks of all shapes and sizes spreading jism over her wet flesh.
Laura could see the boys beating themselves off and shooting all over her and each other as they went wild with lust. She could smell the scent of cum and soap as the floor ran with their ejaculated loads. She could taste her son's jism in her mouth, could feel it dripping from his cock and onto her tits as he pulled free of her sucking face. She could see herself writhing on the cum-covered tile floor, looking up at the boys with blazing eyes and begging for more cock and cum.
"Mom! Mom! You asleep or somethin'?" she heard a voice say.
"Yeah, Mom. You look like you're a thousand miles away!" another youthful voice said.
Laura winced when she opened her eyes and saw her two boys leaning in the car window and grinning at her. It was a terrible shock to her to shake herself out of her lusty daydream and find the object of her dreams before her eyes, standing there as real as life with his fourteen-year-old brother. Laura flushed for a moment or two. A silly emotion, she thought. The boys couldn't possibly know what wild daydreams she had been having lately!
"You okay, Mom?" Robert asked in his deep husky voice.
"I'm fine, Robert! I was just daydreaming! It's been a long day at school!" Laura laughed, getting out of the car and walking up the front steps arm-in-arm with her two sons.
"We wondered why you were so late, Mom," Marty said concernedly.
"Yeah. I called the school but there wasn't any answer," Robert said. "We were gonna go over and see what was up."
"It's nice to know that a girl has her protectors, boys!" Laura laughed warmly, thinking all the while how lucky she was that Robert and Marty hadn't showed up at the school to hunt for her. "I had a lot of papers to grade today, boys, that's all. In fact, I might have to stay later than usual for a few days. Think you boys can survive for a while?" she added with a smile.
"I don't know, Mom! I'm 'bout to die of hunger!" Robert said gravely.
"Poor boy!" Laura said playfully. "You're much too fat anyway, Robert. An hour or two without supper won't kill you!" she laughed, patting her son's hard stomach with the back of her warm hand. , "Come on, Mom, that's all muscle!" Robert said with a grin, putting his hand over his mother's hand and flexing his stomach muscles for her.
Laura shivered when she felt her son's hand on hers, trembled inside when she felt the boy's soft warm skin against the back of her hand, felt slightly dizzy when he strained the muscles of his stomach for her. She wished she had kept her hands to herself.
"Well, Robert, I guess you're right after all! It is all muscle! I'm glad to see that you're keeping yourself in shape!" she said, feeling a peculiar sensation in her responsive cunt.
"I've got some muscles too, Mom! Wanna feel?" Marty put in, making a muscle in his bare arm and letting her feel it.
"Yes indeed, Marty! You're getting stronger every day! I have two very athletic boys, don't I?" she said, feeling the warmth of her son's hard bleep.
¦ "We want you to be proud of us, Mom!" Robert grinned.
"I want you to be proud of me too, boys. So why don't I get to the business of being a mother to you two. You really must be hungry. I'll freshen up a bit and cook a nice big supper. You two run up and tidy up a bit," Laura said, patting Marty on the back and watching the boys run upstairs to their rooms.
Laura drank in the physical perfection of her sons' lean young bodies as they bounded up the stairs. The boys wore only their basketball trunks. She watched their well-developed young muscles moving beneath their smooth tanned skin and wished desperately that she could run her warm hands over them, wished she could hold them both in a loving embrace, wished she could strip them naked and roll with both of them in a cunt-flashing fuck.
She reluctantly tore her gaze away as they turned down the hall to their rooms. She would have to exercise more control over her emotions in the future if she was to avoid falling into the whirlpool of her incestuous desires and pulling her two innocent young boys in with her. She wondered if she really had that much self-control.
Laura went to her room and undressed, still wondering where her driving desires would lead her. She stood naked and radiant before her full-length mirror and assessed her physical attributes. She tossed her long auburn hair behind her and lifted her naked tits in the palms of her hands. They were as perfect a pair of tits as a woman could want, and Laura knew it- She ran her thumbs over the peaks of her glowing-pink tits and hardened her responsive nipples.
It was no wonder that her husband had loved to fondle her naked boobs. It was no wonder that he had loved to hold those swelling tits in his strong hands and knead the resilient flesh until she moaned softly with pleasure. It was no wonder that he had loved to pinch and suck her nipples until she cried out in ecstasy. It was no wonder that he had loved to watch her big full boobs bounce up and down when she sat on his cock while they fucked. It was no wonder that he had loved to feel her soft tits crushed up against his chest when he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt.
Laura moved her hands down over her slightly outcurved belly to the silken skin of her naked thighs, feeling her own womanly warmth spreading through her fingers as she stroked herself. It was no wonder that her husband had loved to kiss her there. It was no wonder that the man had loved to trail his wet tongue over her belly and down to her satin thighs. It was no wonder that he had loved to press his cheeks up against her warm feminine flesh. She realized as she ran her hands over her thighs that they were still as firm and perfect as they had been the day John had felt them for the first time.
She closed her eyes and thought of the first time she had given herself tb her future husband. It had been in the back seat of his Ford, not a particularly unusual place for a first fuck back in the dark ages of the fifties. She had been only fifteen at the time. She remembered the experience as if it had happened only yesterday. She had been giving herself freely since she had been thirteen, enjoying every fuck with a wild abandon that had made her popular with just about everyone, except the girls of Masonville.
She remembered the dizzy feeling that had come over her when John had wrapped his strong arms around her for the first time, remembered the even dizzier feeling that had come over her that night when he had started running his eager and practiced hands over her trembling body. She remembered feeling his rough hands slipping and sliding over her naked legs, his fingers touching the ¦soft flesh of her inner thighs. She recalled feeling naked and warm when he opened her blouse and exposed her pink-glowing tits, remembered feeling even warmer when he sneaked his hand into her panties and rolled them down over her curled-up legs.
Laura remembered petting that evening until they were both steaming with uncontrollable sex-heat. She remembered being helped out of the car by her young lover, remembered fealing the grass of the old country lane beneath her naked feet as she scrambled into the back seat. She remembered watching through the open car window while John stripped naked, showing her the arching shaft of his thick hard cock.
Laura remembered feeling helpless in a cunt-softening way when John fell on her and fucked her hard and fast. She remembered his huge dick pushing between her spread legs, remembered feeling his huge nuts slapping up against her crotch as he jabbed his aching dick in and out of her trembling cunt. She remembered feeling his big strong hands on her naked tits, remembered feeling his hand stroking the silken flesh of her throat as he fucked her hard and fast.
Laura remembered knowing when they had both exploded in the heat of their mutual climax that she would be his for the taking. He had fucked her a thousand times after that wild summer night, and each time had thrilled her more than the last. But now her man was gone.
Laura's fingers had found their way to her cunt during her reverie. Her fingers had started to flutter over the lips of her wet twat when she had remembered the crazy-wild sensations that her husband's cock had inspired in her wet pussy. Her fingers came to a sudden halt when she considered the tragedy of her husband's death. She was filled with a sudden feeling of emptiness. She felt tears welling up inside her. She would have thrown herself on her bed and cried her eyes out if she hadn't heard a gentle rap on her door.
Laura threw a light robe around herself and opened the door.
"Mom, I can't find my pants:" she heard Marty say when she opened the door.
"You .. .you what?" she stumbled, trying not to look down below the boy's trim waist.
"I can't find my pants!" the boy repeated, standing there stark naked before his mother, not embarrassed in the least by his nakedness.
Laura looked out over the boy's slender shoulders, afraid that her glance might fall to the lower part of her fourteen-year-old son's naked body. Sometimes she wished that John hadn't paraded about the house naked all the time. Then her sons might not have picked up the habit from him, a habit that was beginning to get to her in a very embarrassing and dangerous way. Merely being close to her handsome young boy in his present state of nakedness was enough to cause her cunt to tremble with strange excitement.
"Mom? My pants?" the boy said again, noticing a strange look on his mother's pretty face.
"Oh, yes, Marty. Your pants ... well... don't you have a whole closet full of pants?" she said nervously, wishing she could look her son in the eye.
"Oh sure, Mom. But I can't find my patched Levi's. You know the ones with the Ziz-zag patch?" the boy said concernedly, leaning in the doorway.
"Oh. They're in the sewing room, darling. I was going to put another patch on for you. Remember? You wore a hole in the knee again," Laura said, trying to forget the feeling of growing warmth in her cunt.
"Okay, Mom. 111 go get them," the fourteen-year-old said calmly, turning his back on his mother and walking away without closing the door behind him.
"They're in the clothes hamper I think," Laura muttered, trying to keep her eyes'off her son's lean young ass.
Laura wished her son had had the decency to close the door behind him. He was a temptation even when he was facing her. When he walked away there was nothing to keep her from ogling the rising and falling cheeks of his firm young ass. She could even see.the shadow of his young nuts between the cheeks of his lower ass. If only she could feel him. If only she could make his young prick stiffen and suck it into her mouth just as she had with David. If only she could feel her young son's cock pressing into her steamy snatch. Her cunt seethed with forbidden lust for her young son. It was with the greatest of difficulty that she tore her horny eyes away from the boy's smooth young body and closed the door.
She wanted to get dressed and go about her motherly duties in the kitchen, but her unexpected confrontation with her naked son had kindled desires in her that could only lead to a resumption of her interrupted pussy-diddling. Unable to put the boy from her mind, Laura sat on the edge of her bed and lifted her light robe, slipping her warm hand between her legs and touching the hot bud of her clit. She thought of Marty while she worked her fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris, thought of rolling in a hot wet fuck with her younger son.
She tossed her auburn hair behind her and abandoned herself to the mind-bending sensations of her self-manipulation. Her pussylips were already sopping wet with musky moisture. She could hear wet slurping sounds between her legs as she manipulated the lips of her seething cunt. She inserted three of her fingers between the musky folds of her open twat and began fucking herself with her eager hand, imagining that it was her fourteen-year-old son's cock that pounded away between her legs.
If only the taboos of. society didn't stand between her and her sons. If only she could feel free to indulge herself in the depraved pleasures of incestuous fucking. If only she could teach her sons the art of love in their mother's bed. If only she could have her way with the boys she would feel fully satisfied, fully at peace with her lusty emotions.
As her fingers worked away wildly between her legs she was filled with longing for the two boys that her loving husband had left her. When she closed her eyes and concentrated totally on the beautiful sensations deep in her seething cunt everything seemed to drift away. Nothing mattered to her now except flashing images of her two boys and the things they could do for her if she were free to indulge herself in their favors. She no longer felt the bed beneath her, no longer felt the robe covering her luscious body. She felt blissfully naked, felt as if she were floating on a cloud.
Her cloud dissipated quickly enough when Marty tore her bedroom door open and gasped in shock and amazement.
Laura heard his sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes in a flash. A feeling of horror overcame her when she stared at the door and found fourteen-year-old Marty, his mouth wide open in shock, his eyes staring. She pulled her hand away from her wet cunt as if it had burned her. She pulled her robe down over her knees and jumped up, smoothing her robe over her thighs and trying to act as if nothing had happened.
There was no denying that the fourteen-year-old boy had seen his mother finger-fucking herself on the edge of her bed. He couldn't have missed seeing her hand moving beneath her robe, couldn't have missed seeing the look of lust that had come over her lovely face, couldn't have missed hearing the soft moans of self-inspired passion that had escaped her luscious wet lips. It was a good thing, Laura thought, that he hadn't seen the wild thoughts of him that had flashed through her horny mind.
"Yes, Marty," Laura said in the coolest voice she could summon.
"M-Mom, I... I can't find those ... those pants," the boy said weakly, looking down at his feet, still naked as a jay.
"Well then! They're probably >in the hamper.
Why don't you stay here, Marty, and 111 go and find them for you," she said, pretending that the boy had seen nothing.
"Okay, Mom," Marty said in a barely audible voice, moving nervously out of the way when his mother moved through the doorway.
Marty stared after his mother as she walked out of the room, his mind reeling. He had never seen her looking that way before. In fact, he had never seen any woman look that way before, except once. The look on his mother's face had been the same look that he had seen on the face of a woman in one of the dirty pictures in a magazine one of the guys had smuggled into school. The woman in the picture had been doing nasty things to herself. She had been playing with her pussy and spreading her legs so the camera could get a good shot of her cunt. Marty had beaten off lots of times just thinking about the woman in that picture. And now he had caught his mother doing the same thing!
She must have been doing that! She must have been rubbing herself between the legs to make herself come! It was quite a shock to Marty to discover that his mother did such nasty things. He wondered if she was shocked at being discovered in such a position. She hadn't seemed too upset, although she had jumped up and covered herself awfully quick. Maybe she did things like that all the time. Robert had told him that giris got as horny as boys did. Since his mother didn't have a man any more to keep her satisfied maybe she had to play with herself just like a guy would in the same predicament.
Marty was beginning to feel something awfully funny in his balls. He felt a warmth spreading over him, felt his big young prick stirring between his naked legs. He suddenly felt awfully naked, standing there in his mother's bedroom after catching her in the act of masturbating. He knew what was happening to him, and it scared the shit out of him. He was getting a hard-on right there in his mother's room!
The fourteen-year-old suddenly wished he had put on some clothes before coming downstairs. He usually walked around naked or nearly so, and usually nothing happened to embarrass him. But then he had never caught his mother playing with her cunt before. He. wanted to run upstairs and cover himself up but he was afraid that she might catch him outside the door. He didn't dare let his mother see him with a hard-on! It would be terrible! He wouldn't be able to even look her in the eye again. And what would she think of him? Guys just weren't supposed to get stiff ones in front of their moms!
As the boy stood there nervously worrying about his state of excitement, his fourteen-year-old dick continued to harden and grow. It wasn't long before the aching thing was jerking up straight against his lean stomach. His nuts were tight in their smooth sac, burning with uncontrollable sensation. His cockhead was already swollen and purple. A clear droplet of juice.oozed from the slit in his rigid dick.
Something made Marty reach down and touch his stiff shaft. He grasped the head of his cock with two nervous fingers and squeezed gently, making himself jump with sensation. His cock snapped up against his stomach and began throbbing unbearably. He had to touch himself again, had to make the sensations in his cock shoot through his balls, had to play with himself.
Marty had never been able to resist the urge to beat off when his young cock stiffened up on him. Even now in his mother's bedroom he felt himself giving in to the urge to bring himself off. He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his smooth young dick, moving his hand up and down his shaft until he could see stars. He could also see his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, working her fingers between the lips of her cunt.
Marty knew that it was dangerous to jack off in his mom's bedroom, especially when she was coming back from the sewing room in a few minutes. He knew that she could walk in on him at any time. The aching in his cock and balls was taking control over his actions, making him disregard the dangers in his situation, making him hot enough to do anything to satisfy his youthful urges. There was a lock on his mother's door. Perhaps he could lock himself in and jack off until he shot his rocks. Perhaps he could make his cock soften up by beating off before she got back. Perhaps he could hide his dick more easily behind something when it was soft again. It was dangerous, but it was worth a try.
Nervously the boy clicked the lock and started pumping his hand up and down over his stiff prick, making his legs tense, making his heart beat harder and harder, making his balls seethe with excitement, making him braver. His eyes flashed around his mother's room. He stared at the place where she had been working on her twat. He imagined seeing her sitting there while he jacked off his hard cock. He imagined staring between his mother's long lovely legs while she stuck her finger in her gash and wiggled it for him. He imagined her spreading her cuntlips open and letting him look up her hot-pink twat. He imagined her pinching and tickling herself harder and harder. He knew that he shouldn't imagine such dirty things about his own mother, but he couldn't help himself. It was the first time he had stumbled into a situation so exciting and it was driving him nuts, even if it did involve his own mother.
The wildly excited boy glanced over at the chair in front of his mother's dressing table and saw a pair of her panties. He had to touch them. He had to feel her feminine undergarment. Just the thought of touching something that she had worn near her cunt made him dizzy. The hard-cocked boy walked stiff-legged over to the chair and took her black panties in his eager hands. His hands shook a bit when he ran his fingers over the incredibly soft material of her panties.
He raised the garment and pressed it against his naked chest. The touch of her panties on his skin seemed to make his heart beat harder. He began sliding the flimsy panties up over his chest all the way to his throat. He could hardly breathe now. His mouth felt as dry as cotton. He swallowed nervously, looking over at the door as if his mother would break it down at any second and catch him in the nasty act of jacking off and playing with her panties.
Something made the boy move his mother's panties over his cheeks. He could detect the scent of her musky cunt on her undergarment. So that was what a woman's pussy smelled like. The scent intoxicated him. He buried his face in the silky garment, still beating his cock up and down slowly. He had never been so turned on in his life. The danger seemed only to make the experience more exciting. If only someone were touching his dick! If only some beautiful woman were spreading her legs for him and beckoning him to come toward her. He closed his eyes again and imagined his mother in such a lewd position.
The boy imagined walking toward his mother like a grown-up man, his big hairy cock sticking out in front of him. He imagined grabbing his own dick and giving it a few healthy tugs while his mother watched with a lewd look on her beautiful face. He imagined seeing her fall backward on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, her feet on the floor, her cunt gaping. He imagined touching the jiggling inner flesh of her legs with his big strong hands, making her shiver. He imagined grasping his rock-hard cock and positioning it between the red lips of her spread cunt. He imagined bucking his hairy ass and shoving it all the way up her sucking twat.
Marty imagined how his father might have fucked her with that big hairy cock of his, imagined that he was his father, imagined that he was fucking his mother harder and harder while she moaned with excitement. It was too much for him now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stood near where his mother had sat, facing her imaginary image, bucking his legs against the side of the bed, ramming his dick in and out of his mother's imaginary pussy. He had started rubbing the flimsy pair of black panties against the furry nest of his young groin. In a minute he had moved the garment down between his legs until it crushed up against his tight young cum-filled nuts.
Marty gasped when he wrapped his mother's musky-scented undergarment around the slippery shaft of his cock. He began beating off harder and faster, feeling his mother's panties moving over the wet shaft of his rod, driving him wild with lusty excitement. With his free hand he reached down between his legs and grabbed his cum-swollen balls, squeezing them until they almost hurt. He couldn't stand the tension between his legs another second. He had to let go. He had to come in his mother's panties.
The fourteen-year-old boy gasped when he heard his mother at the door. He thought his heart would stop beating. He was suddenly quiet. He heard her try the door, heard the doorknob turn against the lock. He stopped breathing when he heard her knock.
"Marty? Marty, are you in there?" he heard her call.
"Uh . . . yeah, Mom ..." he said in a barely audible voice.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" he heard her ask in a peculiar tone of voice.
"Just a minute, Mom!" he called, his throat as dry as cotton.
Marty couldn't stop beating off now. He had to come, had to finish off the job he had started. He couldn't stop now. The fear he felt seemed to make his balls ache even more. He squeezed his fingers around his dick and gasped when he felt his cum shooting hard and fast through the shaft of his cock. He hadn't even had to move his handover his cock to make himself squirt. He closed his eyes and fell into the bottomless pit of his orgasm.
The fourteen-year-old boy grunted loudly when he felt his balls exploding. He tensed in every fiber of his young body as he shot his wad into his mother's panties. Every muscle of his body went hard as he came. His long legs went stiff. His stomach muscles tightened. The muscles of his arms flexed involuntarily. His heart stopped beating for a second as his jism shot through the hard shaft of his youthful cock. He knew he was groaning too loudly as his rocks shot off. He knew his mother could hear him, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Marty? Marty, are you all right? What are you doing in there?" he heard his mother call concernedly.
"N-nothin'-----nothin', Mom!" he gasped, rubbing the panties over his shooting cock.
"Open the door then, Marty!" he heard her say sharply. "I found your pants, Marty! Now let me in!"
Marty ran his thumb up his cock shaft to force as much cum as possible out of his dick. He nervously wiped his thick jism off his cock with his mother's soft panties and wished that his shaft would soften up more than it did. What was he going to do with his mother's cum-soaked panties? He didn't dare leave them in the room like that. He was dizzy with confusion.
"C-can you hand me my pants through the door, Mom?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Net if you don't open it, silly!" she replied.
"Will you hand them through the crack?" the boy said, his hand on the lock.
"All right, Marty ... of course ..." he heard her say softly.
The boy nervously clicked the lock open and held out his hand for his pants. When his mother handed them to him he scrambled into them as quickly as possible, tucking his still-firm cock into them and zipping up in a flash. His cock was still visible in his pants, he knew, but it was better than standing there stark naked with the remains of a hard-on hanging between his legs. He picked up his mother's jism-covered panties and stuffed them into his back pocket. He would have to wash them and sneak them back into her room before she noticed they were missing.
"Now what on earth is this all about, young man?" Laura said as she burst into the room.
"Nothin', Mom! Honest! Nothin'! I... I gotta go up and dress now, Mom! Ill see you later ... at supper... or somethin'!" the boy said without looking at her.
Marty almost knocked Laura off her feet in his mad rush to get out of the room. She watched in amazement as he bounded out of the room and rounded the comer to the stairs, running as if his life depended on it, running without looking back even for a second. Laura was about to call her son back when she saw something fall from his back pocket, something which looked awfully familiar. She walked to the foot of the stairs and felt a surge of excitement rush through her when she picked up the little pile of softness and discovered the panties the boy had dropped.
Laura held the pile of soft lacy material in her hand and stared up the stairs after her boy. What on earth had Marty been doing with her panties? Why would he have had them in his back pocket? And why had he locked himself in her bedroom? She had enough troubles without having to worry about her son's odd behavior. She suspected, of course, that Marty's unusual behavior had something to do with his discovery of his mother in the act of masturbating. The poor boy had obviously seen her playing with her cunt. How could he have avoided seeing her hand moving fast and furiously between her legs? Perhaps the shock of catching her in such a nasty act had confused him terribly. How could she ever face her son again? What would he think of her now? <
Laura realized suddenly that her son's behavior had been triggered by something more than shock and confusion. As she unconsciously moved her fingers against the silky material of her panties she noticed something wet and slippery. She nearly fainted when she looked down at her hand and saw thick globs of cum all over her panties and her hand, thick globs of her son's thick white jism. She couldn't believe her eyes. He had shot cum into her panties!
Laura had to sit down on the edge of the bed, her amazement was so overpowering. Marty must have been turned on by the sight of his mother in the act of playing with her cunt. He must have been so wildly turned on that his cock had hardened up as soon as she had left the room to find his pants. Laura shivered with excitement. Could she really have affected her fourteen-year-old son so powerfully? The horny woman felt her cunt beginning to twitch between her legs, felt herself warming all over, felt her lust for her son rising within her as she stared hungrily at her jism-covered panties.
It was no wonder that the boy had locked himself in her room. He had probably been rubbing her panties against his shooting cock as she had stood outside the door. And it was no wonder that he had stuffed her panties in his back pocket and had run up to his room without facing her. He had probably still had the remains of the hard-on that she had raised on him inadvertently. Laura closed her eyes and imagined seeing the boy standing by her bed with a big rigid dick poking up against his belly, imagined seeing his hand flying up and down his hard cock, imagined seeing his rich thick cum flying out of his dick and splattering against the contrasting black material of her panties.
It wasn't long before Laura's fingers had found their way between her legs again. It was all too nasty and thrilling to resist. She knew she had caused her young son to beat off and the knowledge thrilled her deep in her belly. She wondered if anything more would come of the events of that evening, wondered if she would be sucked into the whirlpool of lust with her son, wondered if they had accidentally taken the first step toward the taboo sex she craved.
Laura tightened her legs around her hand when her cunt flashed wildly. She felt fireworks exploding in her twat, felt bombs bursting deep in her belly, felt her body shaking violently as her cunt exploded between her legs. Images of her two young sons flashed through her mind, images of spurting young dicks, images of tight young nuts spewing hot cum into her face, images of tongues licking her juicy cunt, images of dicks jabbing in and out of her sucking twat. Her mind was filled with the most depraved ideas imaginable for her sons. She knew now that it was only a matter of time before she would approach them.
A little sex wouldn't hurt Robert and Marty, Laura realized, even if it was with their own mother. She hoped she could make them understand what was happening to them when she seduced them. By then she hoped she could polish her technique of seduction so as to cause them as little confusion and embarrassment as possible. She would practice on David tomorrow after school. She knew he would be waiting for her, knew he would be waiting for her with that eager young cock of his. She knew too that she would be waiting for him with a steaming cunt and a mouth greedy for the hard young cock the boy had to offer her.