Chapter 4
"Mom, is something bothering you tonight?" Robert asked his mother as he sat down beside her on the sofa.
"Bothering me? Oh no, Robert, not at all. I'm just feeling a bit out of sorts today. Nothing to worry about, darling," Laura said, putting her hand on Robert's knee and pressing it lovingly. "You look handsome in your new clothes, Robert!" she said as cheerily as possible under the circumstances, which, for Laura, were anything but cheerful.
Something really was bothering Laura, although she could hardly tell her son about it. Laura's young lover was about to leave her, and she was in a dreadful turmoil. She had been engaging in all sorts of wild fucking activities with David for several weeks, enjoying each session after school more than the last. The boy had learned a lot in the weeks he had been under her expert tutelage. He was even coming up with wild ideas of his own, inventing positions that she hadn't even thought possible. And now he was leaving her forever.
It had corneas a shock to David as well as to Laura. His parents had announced to him three days ago that his father had been transferred by his company to New York. They were leaving in a week, and there was nothing in the world that either David or Laura could do about it.
Laura had tried to convince him that he would find girls his own age in New York who loved to fuck as much as he did, but he had been hard to convince. He had told her that he wanted only her and didn't care about girls his own age. She knew, however, that he would eventually find a girl of his own. In the meantime he would just have to be a man and break away from his sex teacher as they both had known he would have to someday. The break would be more difficult for Laura than for David.
Laura was about to be plunged back into the sexless state that had made her life miserable for so long. It had been difficult enough to approach David with her taboo offer, of sex instruction. She knew perfectly well that she would never have had the nerve to approach him if he hadn't stumbled upon her during her pussy-diddling session. She doubted very much that she would ever have the nerve to initiate a new boy into her one-woman sex academy. How was she to satisfy herself now that her young lover was leaving her? How was she to find the fulfillment that she had found in the boy's love and devotion? Troublesome questions ran through her mind even as her son spoke to her.
"I can stay home tonight if you don't feel good," she vaguely heard Robert say.
"I thought you had a date with Denise Warren tonight, Robert,' Laura said, turning to her son and giving him all her attention, shaking her troubled thoughts from her mind.
"I do, Mom, but I can call it off. It's no big thing. We were just goin' to a show. If you're sick or something..." the boy said concernedly, not used to seeing his vivacious mother in such a quiet state.
"You got out with your girl friend, Robert. I'm perfectly all right. Really! Imagine standing your girl up because your mother isn't jumping around the house like a rabbit!" she laughed.
"Okay, Mom!" Robert laughed, kissing her on the cheek and throwing on his jacket. "I'd better get goin' then. I've gotta pick Denise up at nine."
"Have a good time, Robert!" she called after him as he bounded out the door.
Laura knew that her son would have a good time all right. She supposed that he would spend the evening either fucking the piss out of little Denise or at least trying to get into her pretty pants. Laura couldn't imagine how Denise, or any other girl for , that matter, could possibly resist her handsome young son. He was exactly what any girl needed in a young man. And yet she suspected that Denise hadn't given in to him yet. Robert had been moody ever since he had started going out with the girl. Laura suspected that he was having his first major bout with young lust and that Denise simply hadn't been cooperative.
Laura realized soon enough that she didn't dare think about fifteen-year-old Robert's sex life. Already her cunt had started to come alive with sensation as she considered what things her son might have done to win his girl. Her horny mind flashed with images of her son's activities with pretty Denise. She saw him feeling her leg, raising her dress with his hot hand, moving his fingers up along her thigh to the crotch of her panties. She saw him taking her hand in his and dropping it on his swollen crotch, saw him making her feel the hard bulge of his big fifteen-year-old prick. She saw the girl protesting, trying to draw her hand away from his lap. She saw Robert's hand sneaking around her back to fumble with the back of her blouse, saw the girl wriggling free of his grasp.
Laura was filled with a sudden dislike for Denise. What right had she to cause her son such frustration when she should have been attacking his pants to get at his cock with the eagerness of a bitch in heat? It was no wonder that the boy had been behaving so oddly lately. Laura wondered how many times he had had to masturbate after an unsuccessful session with the little tease.
The horny woman felt like slapping herself. She was having such depraved thoughts, seeing such nasty images of her son. Her cunt was gaining control of her better judgment again. She knew her intense horniness on this particular evening was the result of her having been deprived of the sex she craved for the past two days. David's parents had made it known that they expected him to help with the preparations for the big move. He had been ordered in no uncertain terms to be home immediately after school every day until the family left for New York. Laura wished desperately that she could find some way of bringing the boy and herself into contact one last time for a final night of hot fucking, a night that she knew he wouldn't soon forget. She had to try for a last fuck with the boy. In the meantime her cunt was itching terribly, itching for a hot cock just like David's.
Laura's lovely face flushed slightly when she realized that there was just such a cock in the house. There was in the house a boy who was every bit as handsome and potentially fuck-loving as David. It was true that the boy wasn't skilled in the art of fucking, but then neither had David been at first. Laura knew how bad it was for a mother to have such thoughts of her fourteen-year-old son, but she had them nonetheless, and they made her cunt tingle wildly.
The memory of her experience with Marty only a few weeks ago still made her pussy warm deep inside every time she relived it. She still remembered vividly the intense excitement she had felt when she had held her jism-covered panties in her hand and had realized that it was her son's warm cum she had found there. She still remembered the strangely moving feeling that had come over her when she had realized that he had beaten off after catching her in the nasty act of masturbating on the edge of her bed. She still remembered too the frightening and yet warming feeling that had come over her that evening when she had realized that it was only a matter of time until she would have to approach her sons with the offer of sex with their mother.
She had almost put that realization from her mind during the weeks she had been indulging her lust with David. Now that the boy was about to leave her, however, the idea of sex with her innocent young son seemed an enticing if somewhat frightening possibility once again. As she sat there considering the possibility of approaching the boy whose body and soul were hers for the taking her cunt began to steam with lusty excitement.
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While Laura was struggling with what remained of her conscience, her fifteen-year-old son was struggling with that of his pretty girl friend. A really rotten movie was playing at the local theater, which was exactly why Robert had asked Denise out with him to see it. The old Rialto had a huge balcony left over from the days when the good people of Masonville turned out in droves to watch the latest Hollywood epic, and on nights when a real stinker was playing it was always fairly empty. It would be a lot easier, Robert thought, to cop a feel in the shadows on such a night. Unfortunately for Robert, copping a feel was easier said than done, at least with Denise. /
It wasn't that Denise didn't want to let Robert get his hands into her pants. She wanted sex just as much as any other girl as warm and responsive as she was by nature. She wanted to feel Robert's warm hand on her leg, wanted to feel it moving up along her thigh toward her quivering cunt. She wanted to feel the boy's strong arms around her, wanted to feel loved and needed. She wanted to let him take her, wanted to let him put his cock inside her. But she had been taught by her rather old-fashioned parents that things like that were dirty, and, although she knew better deep down inside, it was awfully hard for her to cast off years of moral teaching in a few short days.
Robert didn't have such a generous view of Denise's coolness toward him. He thought she was deliberately holding back her favors, either to tease the shit out of him or to make him feel miserable. He was really new at making out, never having had the nerve to try anything with a girl before. He could have taken Arlene Hamilton out and fucked her any old time. Arlene had been hanging on him for a long time, practically begging for a date. She was pretty enough, all right. In fact, Arlene was sexy as hell. But it was well known that she would do just about anything, and with just about anybody. She would let a guy fuck her out in the woods if he wanted to. Sometimes she would even beg a guy for it. Half the guys in the ninth grade had fucked her already, and the other half claimed to have had their cocks sucked by her. He could have taken his first piece from the horny little bitch any old time, and that was just the problem. Robert had wanted something better, a real girl, a girl who was something more than just a cunt between two legs. Denise was just such a girl, and none of the other girls in school could compare with her, either in beauty or intelligence. She was just the prize he wanted to win. He only wished she wouldn't make winning her»so damn hard.
Robert had had a constant hard-on ever since he had set his sights on her, a hard-on that only softened for a while after he jacked off, which he had found himself doing a lot lately. He realized when Denise lightly but insistently brushed his hand away from her knee that tonight would probably be another frustration. When he put his hand back in place she shrugged as if to tell him that his other arm was not welcome around her shoulder. It was only a short distance from her soft warm shoulder to the swelling of her tit. If only she would let him touch her there, even for a second. He kept his arm wrapped around her and squeezed her knee through her dress in spite of her resistance. Already his dick was jerking between his legs.
"Don't, Robert. Please. Don't," Denise said weakly.
Robert couldn't bring himself to take his hand off her knee now. Instead, he moved his hand up her leg just a bit, raising her dress at the same time. He could feel her trembling slightly beneath his hand. It was the first time he had even managed to keep his hand on her long enough to maker her tremble. Her reaction to him was at least encouraging. He thought he was getting somewhere with her when she tried again to push his hand away, this time with greater urgency.
"Robert! Please! I don't want you to!" Denise whispered intensely.
"I'm not doin' anything, Denise! Come on!" Robert said in an equally serious whisper.
"But I can't let you do that! I'm not supposed to, Robert!" the pretty girl protested, her voice full of tension.
"What's wrong with it, Denise? I've just got my hand on your knee! Can't I touch you or anything? Don't you like me?" Robert asked, taking his hand away from the young girl's leg.
"I like you, Robert... you know that... but
... I... I'm not supposed to let anybody touch me like that... not until I... until I get married ..." Denise said, her voice falling until it was barely audible.
"Until you get married?" Robert gasped, unable to believe his ears. "You gotta be kiddin'! Until you get married!?" .
The embarrassed fifteen-year-old girl turned away from her would-be boy friend and felt like crying. She knew how stupid her attitude was, knew how she was making Robert suffer for nothing, but she still felt she had to preserve her virginity, for the sake of her parents if not for her own.
"Nobody waits until they're married any more, Denise!" he said amazedly.
"Robert. . . you make me feel like a ... like a freak or something!" Denise said in a strained voice, obviously on the brink of tears. "I don't have to be like all the other girls, do I?"
"But I just want to touch you, Denise! What's wrong with that? I'm not askin' you to do the stuff the other girls do! You're special, Denise! Don't you understand?" Robert said, trying desperately to tell her what she really meant to him.
"Then you don't think I'm ... strange or something?" she asked. "Because I don't... don't do it all the time?"
"Shit no, Denise! Jesus Christ! I... I wouldn't want a girl like that! I mean it! No shit! Girls like Arlene Hamilton are nothin'! You ... well... you're... I don't know... just kinda like a princess!" the boy stumbled, taking Denise's trembling hand in his.
Robert felt a surge of warmth rush through him when he noticed that for the first time since he had started dating Denise she hadn't tried to pull her hand away when he had taken it.
Denise felt a warmth inside her too when she heard Robert's comforting words. The sound of his voice was more than comforting. There was something about the tone that told her that he was really serious, that he really saw her as someone special, that he didn't think of her as some kind of weirdo just because she didn't let boys use her any way they wanted. She was beginning to feel close to him now, and it was the first time she had ever felt close to anyone.
The boy and the girl sat in silence for a while, sat with downcast eyes, hardly hearing the sound of the movie in the background, totally unaware of the presence of a handful of people in the shadows. At length, Robert turned to her and put his hand on her cheek, gently turning her face toward him. He noticed tears in her eyes and brushed them away with his finger.
"Ill take you home if you want me to," Robert said softly.
Denise shook her head and managed to smile.
Robert almost pissed when she took his hand from her cheek and dropped it to her knee. He couldn't believe it. He felt a shiver shoot through him when he felt the warmth of her body agamst his palm.
"You really ... really mean it?" the boy asked nervously in a rasping voice, his eyes glittering with youthful lust mingled with disbelief.
"I. . . I.. . I really shouldn't, Robert.. . " the lovely blonde-haired girl said with a frightened half-smile.
"Oh shit, Denise!" Robert gasped, overcome with emotion.
Was she really giving in to him? Was she really going to let him do the things he had dreamed of doing to her? He grabbed her and hugged her close to him in a rush of emotion, a rush shared by both of them. It wasn't long, however, before Robert's feeling of deep relief subsided. He began to realize that he wasn't quite prepared to go very far with his half-formed plan of seduction. He had been so concerned with getting Denise to accept his harmless caresses that he had failed to consider exactly what he would do next if she ever let him get as far as he had now.
The boy remained motionless for a long time, his warm hand resting where the pretty girl had dropped it. He knew that he would have to do something soon or lose the only opportunity he had had so far. He didn't want her to think he was afraid now that she had softened toward him, but he was afraid, more afraid than he had ever been in his life, afraid of doing the wrong thing and ruining the only chance he had had to get close to her. He had to do something! In an almost convulsive movement he closed his eyes and ran his nervous hand all the way to her thigh, rucking up her dress and making her leg shiver.
"I. .. I... Jesus Christ, Denise! I'm sorry ... " Robert whispered tensely, feeling the girl's naked leg trembling beneath his hand.
Robert knew that Denise felt like jumping up and running home without looking back. She couldn't have expected him to be so bold moments after she had given him the first tentative go-ahead for his manual explorations. He wished he could put his hand back on her warm knee and proceed more slowly and carefully with his longed-for explorations, but his hand was firmly planted on her upper leg now and he could hardly start over again.
"I didn't mean to ... to go so . . . so fast..." the boy said, his voice as dry as cotton.
Denise made a soft gurgling sound deep in her throat and swallowed nervously. She had never felt so strange in her life. No one had ever touched her there, no one at all, and certainly not a boy. She would never have let any other boy touch her there, never in all the world. But Robert was a special boy and the warmth she felt for him made her put aside her parents' prudish teachings and the fear she felt.
She felt her young body coming alive as never before. The warmth of the boy's eager hand seemed to spread throughout her body, bringing her to new and exciting life. Her cunt began to stir between her shivering legs, began to respond powerfully to the boy who sat next to her with his hand on her thigh. Her heart began to beat hard and fast. She could feel tuggings and tinglings inside her that she had never felt before.
Robert's cock was rock-hard and he was horny beyond belief. His youthful prick jerked hot and stiff between his tense legs as he sat next to the girl of his dreams. He had never had his hand on a girl's leg before and the sensation was driving him wild inside. His fingers were so close to the crotch of her panties, so incredibly close that he could probably touch her there by moving his fingers only the slightest bit.
He wanted desperately to let his hand descend between her trembling young legs, between the legs he had dreamed about during his wildest jack-off sessions. He wanted to feel the soft material of her panties against his fingers just as he had in his dreams. He wanted to feel the heat of her cunt through the flimsy material of her undergarment. He wanted to feel her responding to his explorations between her legs.
Denise couldn't just sit there and let Robert suffer. She knew what happened to boys' cocks when they got excited. She had gotten excited enough herself to know how frustrating it was. She would never have considered doing anything to ease a boy's frustration unless the boy had done something to her deep down inside. Other boys had taken her out on dates and tried to get fresh. She had told them in no uncertain terms that she wasn't in the least bit interested in that sort of thing. Ralph Crawley had even had the nerve to ask her to put her hand on his "thing", but of course she had refused. Her feeling for Robert was quite different, however.
"Robert. . . ?" the girl asked timidly
"Yes?" the boy said in a barely audible whisper. "You want me to . . . take my hand off your .. . off your leg?" he asked nervously.
"No ... I... I like it there," Denise whispered.
Robert thought his heart would jump out of his mouth when he heard her say that she liked his hand right where it was. He thought he would never hear her say a thing like that.
"Do you want me to ... to... " Denise stumbled.
"To what?" Robert rasped. "To touch your ... your 'thing'?" the beautiful blonde said weakly.
"Oh Godf My... my dick? You... really wanna?" Robert gasped, unable to believe his ears. Robert's wildest dreams were coming true right there in the balcony of the Rialto. She was actually asking him if he wanted her to touch his cock! He couldn't believe it! A girl was actually going to feel his cock, and what a girl too!
"I really want to, Robert. I... I don't know why..." Denise smiled. "I don't know why, Robert, but I trust you."
Robert's entire body went suddenly tense. He sat there nervously waiting for his lovely girl friend to put her warm hand on his bulging dick. Every nerve in his body seemed to be sending shocks of electricity through his balls and cock. He had never been so homy in his life. He waited and waited for her to drop her hand into his lap but eventually realized that she was waiting for him to do something first.
Nervously, hardly breathing, Robert took her hand in his and guided it between his tense legs. He dropped her hand onto his lap and sucked in his breath when he felt the incredibly affecting warmth of her hand on his jerking cock. He thought he would cream his jeans even if she didn't move her fingers over his aching rod. He pressed her hand gently, forcing it hard against the long thick plug of flesh that extended down his pantleg. Denise felt her heart skip a beat when her hand closed over the shaft of her boy friend's prick. She had never thought a boy's cock would be so hot and hard when it got excited. It felt huge beneath his pants, almost frighteningly huge. She wondered how her hand felt on the boy's cock. She supposed that his prick tingled and twitched as much as her cunt did. If so, she knew, Robert had to be going crazy with excitement. She squeezed the shaft of his prick and felt the hard thing jerk beneath her fingers.
"Am I doing it right, Robert?" Denise asked softly, kneading the bulging shaft of her boy friend's cock.
"Jesus yeah!" Robert rasped, his balls aching like crazy in his pants.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" Denise asked hesitantly.
"Shit no! It feels great, Denise! Jesus! Keep squeezin' it! Squeeze my fuckin' dick!" Robert gasped much too loudly in the heat of his youthful lust.
"Robert ..." Denise whispered. "Be ... be quiet.. .you're ... they might hear us!" she said cautiously.
"Go-damn, Denise! I.. . I can't help it! You're drivin' me nuts! Your hand feels great on my ... on my cock! It's really wild!" Robert said excitedly, his voice low but still intense. "You're far out!"
"Have you...have you done this before?" Denise asked, almost afraid to hear his answer.
"Have I done it before? Uh . .. well..." Robert struggled, not knowing exactly what to say to the lovely girl.
Robert didn't know whether to admit that he was as new to sex as Denise was or to pretend that he knew what he was doing. It would hurt his masculine pride to admit that he was a virgin himself. But it might hurt his chances with Denise to claim experience with sex.
"Robert? Have you?" the pretty girl asked, still squeezing her boy's cock in a nervous but loving grip.
"Uh... well... I... sure ... I mean ... uh ... all the guys have!" the boy lied, his masculine pride refusing to allow him to admit his inexperience.
"I thought I was the first," Denise said softly, looking down at her lap, her hand remaining on the bulge of Robert's pulsating cock but relaxing its grip just a bit.
"Come on, Denise, don't say it that way. I didn't mean ... well... you ... you're really the first. Honest Denise! I've never done this before!" Robert said, desperate to extricate himself from the position his masculine pride had gotten him into.
Denise took her hand off Robert's bulging prick and put it over the hand that still remained motionless on her thigh. Robert could tell from the way she touched him that she expected him to take his hand off her naked leg. He almost died inside when he realized that his chances of getting the feel he longed for were ruined now. The horny boy reluctantly took his warm hand off her trembling thigh and waited for her next reaction. She pressed her luscious legs together and turned away from him, not saying a word for a long time.
Denise's sudden coolness toward Robert had no cooling effect on his dick. His youthful cock still jerked hot and hard against the material of his pants. A spot of sticky moisture was beginning to form at the end of his cock as his lubricant began to soak through his tight pants. His bails ached like hell between his nervous legs. His cock and balls longed to be released from their confinement in his pants, longed too to be released from the tension that Denise had inspired in them. She couldn't just turn away from him and leave him in such a painful state. It wasn't right.
Denise wasn't actually as cool toward the handsome young boy as she appeared to be. Her cunt still twitched and tingled wildly with lust. She had almost died when he had taken his hand away from her thigh, had almost died even though she had more or less told him to take his hand off her. She still longed to let him feel her dampening crotch, longed to feel his fingers against her pussy, longed to feel his arms around her, longed to feel the warmth of his hard young body against her. She longed for him, but she couldn't let him have her now, now that he had admitted that there were other girls, now that he had tried to lie to her too. Even though she still loved him she dared not make herself feel cheap by giving him what he wanted, by giving him what -she had been taught to prize most.
"What're you doin', Denise? You're the first! Honest to God! I just made that stuff up about doin' stuff with other girls! Why the hell won't you believe me?" Robert said desperately, his cock jerking hard in his pants.
"How can I believe you now, Robert?" Denise whispered sadly. "You ... you lied to me!"
"I had to, Denise! I didn't want you to think I didn't know about... about this sex stuff! You're the first girl I've ever even touched! Jesus, Denise! Why don't you believe me?" the boy pleaded.
"I can't believe you now, Robert. I... I'll have to think all this over, that's all. I'll think it over, Robert. Will you take me home now?" she said softly.
"Take you home? Shit, Denise! I can't go home like this! My ... my goddamn cock's as hard as a rock!" the horny boy blurted too loudly, catching the attention of one of the few people in the shadows of the balcony.
"Robert! Don't talk like that! It's awful! Everyone can hear!" the pretty blonde said in a hushed voice.
"Okay, okay! But what can I do about my "dick? You made me that way, you know!" the boy said, feeling frustrated and just a bit angry with her.
"I know Robert. I... I'm that way too..'.. " the horny girl said, her voice trailing off as if she had admitted something she would rather have kept to herself.
"You're that way too? You mean you're horny too? Jesus Christ! If you're horny too why don't we go ahead? I mean ... shit, Denise ... if you really want it too why can't you let me-"
"No, Robert! No! I can't! Not now! I need time! It's a big step for a girl! You just don't understand these things!" Denise pleaded.
"We can't do much here anyway! I don't know what you're so scared of! I just wanna touch you!" Robert said, his voice rising again. "You hate me all of a sudden or somethin'?"
"I don't hate you, Robert! I really don't! Why don't you believe me?" the confused gill almost cried.
"Then why don't you do something for me, Denise? I can't stand havin' a hard cock! You don't know how that feels for a guy. My dick's hurtin' like hell!" Robert said, rubbing the bulge of his aching rod.
The horny fifteen-year-old was feeling bolder now. His sexual sensations were overcoming his natural shyness with the girl of his dreams. He felt himself going wild inside as his balls tensed more and more by the second. He had to get his rocks off the best way he could. If only he could persuade Denise to cooperate.
"I... I ean't do anything to help you, Robert! Can I?" Denise said weakly, staring at the throbbing bulge of his cock.
"Uh ... sure ... sure you can! You can rub it for me. Can't you?" Robert said, squeezing his cock through his pants, hoping that he could persuade her to take his dick out and beat him off in the shadows. Just the thought of it made his heart race in his chest.
"I guess I can .... " Denise said softly. "Are you sure it's right?" she added, her soft warm hand poised over his crotch.
"It's all right, Denise! Jesus Christ yeah! Do it! Rub it for me! Make me squirt the stuff! Then my diekll get soft and it won't hurt so bad!" the boy said nervously.
"All right, Robert. I'll do it, just this once," the lovely girl said, letting her hand fall once again on the hard rod of his dick.
Robert almost jumped out of his seat when he felt the girl's hand on his aching hard-on. He felt as if his cock would tear a hole in his pants when she started slowly moving her hand back and forth over the long bulge of it. He couldn't help groaning with pleasure as wild sensations shot through his tense young nuts.
"Does...does it hurt?" Denise asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Oh shit no! Go ahead and do it! It feels - it feels great!" the boy moaned.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, staring wild-eyed between Robert's spread legs.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! It's wild! I feel like my nuts are gonna blow up in a minute!" the boy said in a loud voice full of tension and lust.
Denise looked around her in the shadows and bent to her task with new eagerness. She loved the feeling of her boy friend's hard hot cock even though she still felt that he had treated her badly. Shivers of excitement ran up between her legs, making her twat run with cunt-honey as she grew hotter and hotter. She desperately wanted to feel Robert's hand against the lips of her tingling twat, but she couldn't let him touch her now. She just couldn't!
"I gotta get it out! I can't stand it any more, Denise! I gotta take it out! I gotta get it outa my pants right now!" the hard-cocked boy rasped, reaching down between his tense legs and tearing down his tightly stretched zipper.
Boldly, more boldly than he had ever done anything before, the horny fifteen-year-old reached down into his pants and managed with the greatest of difficulty to pull out his aching hard-on. The big thick cock bobbed up against the buckle of his belt and jerked wildly. He stared at his own hard prick. He had never seen it so big and thick before. It was as if Denise had made the thing grow an inch just by feeling it through his pants.
Denise stared at her boy. friend's naked hard-on too. She had never in her life seen such a tiling. She had always wondered what a boy's cock looked like. Since she had no brothers around the house to sneak a peek at she had had to use her imagination. Now that she was actually staring at a boy's huge hard-on she found it hard to believe that it could be so big. She couldn't resist reaching down after her initial shock had subsided and grabbing the bulging head of the youthful prick. She felt her fingers slipping and sliding over the dripping head of Robert's cock. She felt him wriggle in his seat every time she touched the sensitive ridge of it. "Does it hurt?" she asked innocently. Robert could only groan in reply. He began bucking his ass, forcing his dick up into the air, forcing it against Denise's palm.
"Wrap your fingers around it!" he gasped.
When she obeyed, Robert continued bucking his ass and moving his cock up and down in the beautiful girl's warm silken fist. He had never felt anything as wild in his young life. His nuts felt like two hand grenades ready to go off between his legs. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off his ejaculation much longer. He didn't know what to do about his impending orgasm. Did he dare shoot the stuff into Denise's hand? He was afraid that a handful of cum might turn her off, and he didn't need that. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about the mess he was about to make in his girl friend's hand. He was going too wild to worry about anything now.
"I shouldn't be doing this! I really shouldn't!" Denise said hesitantly, squeezing the shaft of Robert's dripping cock. "It's nasty! I shouldn't!"
"Sure you should, Denise! You gotta do it! I can't stand it! You gotta let me squirt in your hand! You gotta do it!" the boy growled deep in his throat.
Denise kept beating him off while he bucked his cock up and down in her fist. Her hand was dripping wet with his flowing lubricant. His big juicy cock made wet slurping sounds as it beat in and out of her warm fist. She loved the feeling of his cock jerking away inside her fist, loved the feeling as she had never loved a feeling before.
She wanted to bend over it and kiss the big hard thing, although she knew that she didn't dare act on her desires. She wanted to grab her boy friend's dick with both hands and beat him off while she sucked his dripping cockhead in and out of her mouth. She was torn between giving in to her deep desires and listening to her conscience, the conscience that told her that she didn't dare do such dirty things for a boy, not even Robert. She was about to disobey her conscience and her parents' moral teachings when something happened that shocked her back to her senses.
Robert didn't know what exactly made his hand run up under Denise's dress and clamp over the damp nest of her virgin cunt. His hand had shot up between the girl's trembling legs in a sudden involuntary movement that shocked Robert as much as it shocked Denise. The boy was so wildly turned on and she was so incredibly close to him that he couldn't resist feeling the hot secret place between her legs. A bit too roughly, Robert began pinching and squeezing her cunt through her panties, making the frightened girl writhe in her seat.
"Robert! Leave me alone! Don't!" the frightened girl gasped when she felt the boy's fingers moving roughly against the barely concealed lips of her steamy cunt.
It was just what she had longed to feel between her legs, Robert's warm and eager hand, but it was too much too soon. She clamped her legs together and took her hand off his naked jerking dick.
"What's the matter, Denise! What're you doin'? Keep jackin' me off! Keep movin' your hand! I'm gonna come in a minute! Keep beatin' me off!" Robert rasped, his cock as hot as a poker between his legs.
"No! Leave me alone! I... I'm not ready for this yet! I'm leaving, Robert! I can't let you do things like this to me! It's not right! It's not!" Denise cried, jumping up and running down the aisle.
"For crap's sake, Denise! You can't! Jesus
Christ! My dick's achin'! Come back! I won't even touch you! Swear to God!" the boy almost shouted, jumping up and following her down the aisle.
Robert almost pissed when he looked around him and realized that there were more people in the balcony than he had thought. When he realized that he was running down the aisle in front of all those people with a hard-on that stuck up through his gaping fly he thought his heart would stop beating. Still running after the girl he wanted so badly, Robert tried desperately to force his aching juice-slickened cock back into his tight pants. With his usual teenage awkwardness, the. boy suddenly found himself sailing through the air and landing on his face, having tripped over his own legs. The pain he felt when he landed on his arching hard-on made the thing soften sufficiently to tuck it back in his pants before he bounded toward the lobby.
"What's the matter, Robert?" he heard Hal Waters, a buddy of his, call from the shadows. "Denise runnih' out on ya? Want me to have a little man-to-boy talk with ya, kid? Looks like you could use some pointers on how to make it with the girls!" Hal laughed, his arm around Ellen Sanders.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" Robert shouted back.
When he reached the door of the theater and ran outside, Denise was nowhere in sight.
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While Robert was standing outside the lobby of the Rialto suffering with the ache of unfulfilled lust, Robert's lovely mother was drowning in a sea of dark sexual desires. She sat in the living room for a long time worrying about her departing young lover and the miserable existence she would lead when he left her. The more she considered the possibility of approaching young Marty as a replacement for David, the more delicious the possibility became. Before too long, Laura's cunt was wet with drew and dying for stimulation. She thought of dipping her fingers between her legs and playing with the steamy lips of her musky twat, but somehow masturbation didn't appeal to her now that she had tasted the joys of sex with young David. There was only one way to satisfy herself now.
By the time Laura had made her way to the foot of the stairs she had made up her horny mind. She had to approach her fourteen-year-old son, had to have his nice young cock for her depraved pleasure, had to possess him body and soul, had to feel the nervous eagerness of his young hands on her body. It would be even better than it had been with David. Marty was her own son, and the act she was about to commit was the ultimate in taboo depravity. She was about to plunge into an act of incest with her youngest son. Her mind swam with images of lusty sex as she stealthily climbed the stairs to her son's bedroom.
She somehow found it hard to believe that she was really standing on the brink of incest. Her heart raced as she stood outside Marty's closed door. She summoned up her courage and was about to open the door and confront him with her lewd suggestion when she heard a sound coming from his room. Something made her fall to her knees and peep through the keyhole. What she saw made her heart stop.
Fourteen-year-old Marty was sitting on the edge of his bed stark naked, his big young cock sticking straight up from his lap. He was masturbating with wild abandon, his fist flying up and down over his rigid dick. Laura almost fainted with passion. She had never seen Marty hard before. His cock was even more beautiful than she had imagined it in its erect state, a perfect copy of her late husband's cock. She found it hard to believe that she was actually in a position to watch her son play with himself. She remembered finding her panties wet with cum several weeks before. Perhaps Marty jacked off every day. Perhaps he was as horny as she was. Perhaps horniness ran in the family. The hot-assed woman was lightheaded with lust.
Laura reached between her legs and began scratching at the crotch of her panties, driving herself wild. Her fingers soon found their way beneath the waistband of the flimsy garment. Before long the lacy thing was down around her knees, her steaming cunt exposed. She wrigjled out of her panties and began rubbing the silky garment against the damp nest of her twat. Thrills shot through her cunt as she stimulated herself while watching her boy beat his stiff cock.
Laura noticed that her son was feeding his horny imagination by looking at what appeared to be dirty pictures in a magazine. The boy leafed through the magazine slowly, staring at the pages carefully while he beat his hand up and down the glistening shaft of his cock. The nasty thing her son was doing to himself would have shocked and disgusted Laura only weeks before. Now that she had plunged head first into the whirlpool of her own depraved lusts, however, she could accept anything and everything.
Laura couldn't let Marty waste his time masturbating when he could have real flesh-and-blood sex with her. She would give him a taste of real fucking, a taste that would surely stimulate his youthful appetite. When her eager cunt was dripping with hot honey, Laura gathered up her musky panties and stood up, throwing her son's door open and confronting the boy with the boldness of a bitch in heat.
Laura felt sorry for Marty when she saw his reaction to her sudden appearance. He went suddenly as stiff as a board and jumped out of bed, standing before her and staring wildly into , her glittering eyes. She watched his young cock snap up against his lean young belly and splatter juice all over him. She knew how wildly excited he was, knew that he would be unable to resist her, no matter how depraved her offer of sex.
"May I ask what you're doing, Marty dear?" she smiled down at her son.
"Oh Christ! Mom! Mom! I... I... oh shit!"
the boy gasped, swallowing hard.
Laura saw her son moving to pick up his pants.
When he bent down to pick them off the floor she moved toward him and put her hand on his naked shoulder.
"No, Marty! No! I want you the way you are!" the horny mother said, squeezing her son's bare shoulder.
"What? I... I'm... uh... naked!" the boy gasped, still struggling to pull on his pants.
"I want to see you naked, darling! Drop those pants, Marty! Do as your mother says!" she said firmly.
Marty did as he was told. He had no idea why she wanted to see him like that, but he did get the feeling that something wild was about to happen to him. He was so scared that his jism almost came shooting out of his cock all by itself. It was bad enough that she had caught him beating off, but now that she wanted to see him naked and hard it was too much for him to take.
"Come on, Mom, let me put my pants on!" the boy pleaded, trying to hide his swollen cock with his hands.
"Marty, I told you I want to look at you!" Laura smiled, reaching down and taking the boy's hands away from his arching hard-on. "There! That's more like it, darling!"
"Jeez, Mom! What're you doin'? You can't! I.... I'm .. .I'm stiff.. .you can't..." the boy gasped, his young face flushing with embarrassment.
"You certainly are stiff, Marty! Let me look at you! My goodness, Marty! Do you get this way often?" she smiled, filled with a strange enjoyment as she watched her fourteen-year-old boy squirming before her.
"Come on, Mom! Let me get my pants on!" the boy begged, his dick jerking hot and hard between his shaking legs.
"Don't be silly, darling! If you do things like that all the time you should expect to be caught in the act eventually! Sit down and we'll talk about it!" the horny woman said, pushing lier son backward.
"I... I don't wanna talk about it, Mom! Gosh, Mom! I... we ... we can't talk about that!" Marty gasped, falling on the edge of his bed.
"Of course we can talk about it!" Laura smiled, trying to keep her cool even under the influence of her growing heat. "We must talk about it! Let me look at you, darling!" she said,.staring at her son's wildly excited cock.
Marty still couldn't believe what was happening to him. It was like the crazy wet-dreams he had been having lately. His mother was standing beside his bed staring down between his legs at the biggest hard-on he had ever had. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was right there in his room! Droplets of lubricant dripped from the head of his throbbing cock as his excitement continued to grow under his mother's powerful influence. He had half-expected her to kill him when she had burst in on him. It was terrible to be caught doing such a dirty thing by a guy's mother. But she didn't seem to be turned off at all. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying everything, seemed to be getting a big kick out of looking at his rigid dick.
"Do you do this sort of thing often, darling?" Laura asked her son, looking straight into his frightened eyes and forcing him to answer her.
"Gosh, Mom! Don't ask me that! Don't, Mom!" the boy pleaded.
"Nonsense, Marty! Answer your mother! Do you ... play with your little hard-on often?" she asked, thrilling to the sound of her own voice as she confronted her hard-cocked young son. "Come to think of it, Marty, it's not a 'little' hard-on after all! Do you play with your big hard-on often?"
"Jesus, Mom, I don't play with it! Honest, Mom!" Marty gasped, unable to believe she was asking him such a personal question.
"You were playing with it when I came in, darling. In fact, Marty, you were playing with it before I came in! I watched you through the keyhole, Marty! Do you play with it often?" she asked with a sexy smile. "The truth now, Marty!" "Oh shit, Mom! I... I guess I play with it sometimes! I can't help it! It aches awful bad when it gets like that!" Marty whined.
"No wonder it gets like that, darling! Those dirty pictures are enough to make any boy's cock stand up!" Laura smiled, glancing down at the glossy magazine lying on her son's bed.
Marty sucked in his breath and tried desperately to hide the open magazine under his sheet when it dawned on him that his little secret was out. He almost tore the object of his masturbation fantasy in his haste.
"That's not necessary now, Marty," Laura sang, taking the book from the boy's hands and looking through it. "Where on earth did you get this little gem? Such pictures!"
"I... I... I found it, Mom! I was gonna throw it away! Honest! Let me put my pants on, Mom!"
the boy pleaded.
"I don't believe it, darling. I suppose one of your friends gave it to you. Maybe Robert gave it to you. I won't press the issue," she smiled, ignoring the boy's plea to let him put on his clothes. "I suppose this magazine is good for you in a way, dear."
"G-good for me?" Marty asked weakly. "Yes, son, good for you. You could learn a few things from a book like this. Too bad I can't give all the boys and girls in my classes at schoal one of these. Just look at these nasty pictures!" Laura smiled wickedly, turning the pages and sitting next to her naked fourteen-year-old on the edge of his bed.
Marty almost pissed when he felt his bed move. She was actually looking at that dirty magazine that Robert had given him, looking at it and seeming to enjoy the pictures she found in it. He could feel the soft material of his mother's dress against his naked legs as she snuggled next to him. He tried to move away from her but she put her arm around him and hugged him even closer. He was so scared and excited that he could hardly breathe. What was she doing to him? Didn't she know she was making his cock harder and harder by the second, making his balls ache? He tried to wriggle free of her loving grasp, not because he felt uncomfortable in her embrace but because it felt too good, too good to be right.
"Don't be afraid, Marty. I won't bite. At least I won't bite like she is!" she smiled wickedly, pointing to a picture in the magazine depicting an act of oral sex. "That does look like fun, doesn't it, Marty? See how that pretty woman is sucking that man's cock? Doesn't that make you hot, darling? Doesn't it just make your nuts ache?" she whispered intensely.
"Gosh, Mom! Don't! Please don't talk that way! You're___you're makin' me ... makin' me ..." the boy stumbled, writhing with uncontrollable excitement.
"Homy? Am I making you homy, Marty? I should think these pretty pictures would make you that way all by themselves! Just look at them, darling! Here's a picture of a pretty girl sucking a man's big hairy cock! And here's a picture of a girl having her pussy sucked! And here's a pictures of a girl riding a boy's prick like a pony!" Laura said wickedly, leafing through the magazine that she had placed on her son's leg.
Laura noticed that Marty was looking at the pictures she pointed to out of the corner of his eye.
"You know, Marty, you should learn all of these things if you're going to satisfy girls when you get a little older," the boy's pretty mother smiled sweetly.
"Sh-should I?" the boy asked in a dry voice.
"Of course, Marty. A boy like you should learn everything there is to know about fucking! Just look at that big juicy cock of yours, lover!" she said wickedly, pointing down between her son's lap at his hard-on.
"Mom, don't! Come on! That's awful embarrassing!" Marty pleaded.
"Don't be silly, Marty! I'm your mother after all! You don't need to be embarrassed with me! I've seen you naked before, haven't I?" she asked warmly, a trace of lust in her pretty voice.
"B-but... not like... like this!" Marty struggled, pointing nervously between his tense young legs.
"I've seen men with hard-ons before, darling! Your daddy for instance! You have a big cock just like him you know! You'll make all the girls happy someday, Marty! Have you tried anything with a girl yet, dear?" she asked, her eyes glittering.
"Tried anything? Jesus Christ, Mom! Don't!" the nervous boy gasped.
"Have you tried to fuck a girl yet, dear?" the hot-assed woman asked, staring at her son's rampant cock, a cock that showed no sign of diminishing.
"Gosh no, Mom!" Marty answered, turning away from his mind-boggling mother.
"Have you gotten a girl to suck it for you?" she asked, her lips wet.
"Uh-uh," the boy replied, wishing his mother would stop questioning him about such personal things.
"Have you persuaded a girl to play with your big beautiful dick yet, Marty?" she smiled, her cunt steaming with lust.
Marty shook his head weakly and looked down at his jerking dick. It jerked even more when his lovely mother reached down to his lap and wrapped her long soft fingers around it.
Laura thought her cunt would burst into flames when she summoned all her courage and grabbed fourteen-year-old Marty's throbbing, rock-hard cock. She thrilled to the sound of the gasp of shock mingled with intense sexual pleasure that escaped the boy's trembling lips. His cock felt hot in her hand, incredibly hot and hard. She felt the blood pounding through his cock, felt the bulging head of his young dick swelling more and more as she held him tightly in a loving grip. He was her son and she was holding his dick in her hand! She almost fainted with excitement.
"Don't be afraid, Marty. Don't be afraid," she sang softly, comfortingly. "I only want to make you feel good. Do you understand?"
"I... I guess..." the boy said in a barely audible voice.
"Your cock feels wonderful in my hand, Marty! It's so huge! It feels even bigger than it looks, darling! It fills my whole hand! You seem to have inherited your father's cock, darling! But yours is even harder, even harder than your father's! It must hurt terribly when it gets this big and hard! Let me make it feel better for you, Marty!" Laura breathed seductively, her hand motionless on her son's cock.
"How, Mom?" the boy gasped, hardly able to breathe, his excitement growing by the second.
"You know how, darling. I thought I might finish the job you started, Marty. It's the least I can do after interrupting you," she smiled.
"But, Mom! I... I wasn't doing anything! Honest!" the boy begged, his body stiff all over, stiff with fear and excitement.
"Of course you were, darling! You were jacking off in my bedroom the other day! Don't you remember that little incident? Of course you do!"
Laura smiled at her horny son when he looked down ashamedly. "You caught me... masturbating in my room. You were so excited that you had to jack off as soon as I left the room to find your pants. You shot your cum into my panties, Marty. What a thing to do! Shooting your spunk into your mother's panties!" she said wickedly, watching her embarrassed son squirm.
"I couldn't help it, Mom! I mean... gosh, Mom! I... I saw you ... doing ... doing ... that. I couldn't help it!" Marty pleaded.
"Yes, of course, darling! You saw me playing with my pussy and you got horny! Isn't that right, darling?" she asked.
Marty nodded weakly and looked into his mother's glittering eyes, eyes blazing with lust. The frightened and excited boy trembled when he felt her hand moving ever-so-slowly up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. He wished that she would stop doing that to him, and at the same time he wished she would never stop.
"You haven't been walking around the house naked since you caught me playing with my twat, darling. Isn't that because you get a hard-on every time you think about that evening, Marty?" she asked insistently.
"Uh-huh," Marty whispered. "Do I excite you, Marty? Do I make your dick get stiff? Do I make your nice young balls ache?" she smiled, squeezing her fourteen-year-old's cock. "Yeah, Mom! I can't help it! Every time I think about you doin' that in your room ..." the boy tried to explain.
"Don't be ashamed, darling! Your mother understands! You need an outlet for your sexual energies, Marty! It just so happens that I also need an outlet for mine. That's why I was diddling my cunt in my room that day. I've been without a man for a long time, you know. I haven't had a big hard dick to play with ever since your father died. You're so much like John in many ways," she said, a faraway look in her lovely eyes. "Let me do some of the things for you that I used to do for your daddy, Marty. Let me show you what fun sex can be."
"Gosh, Mom! I... I don't know ..." the boy stumbled. "It's not... not right... is it... ?"
"We mustn't tell anyone, Marty. A mother isn't supposed to teach her son these things. But we don't care about such minor details, do we, darling? I can tell by the hardness of your cock that you like the idea! Isn't that right?" Laura smiled, a look of unbridled lust on her lovely face.
"I... I guess it's all right... if you say so ... but... I... I'm kinda ... kinda ..." the boy rasped, his voice dry and tense.
"Afraid?" Laura asked softly, looking boldly into her son's glittering young eyes. "That's to be expected. I think you'll learn to love the things I can do for you, son! Just lie back and relax, Marty. Let your mother treat you to an orgasm you'll never forget!" Laura said, feeling wanton and bold beyond belief. "Lie on your back and let me play with your cock and balls, darling!"
"Are you sure it's all right, Mom?" Marty asked tensely, falling onto his back.
"Trust me, lover. I wouldn't hurt you for all the world, Son," she whispered.
When the fourteen-year-old boy fell onto his back, Laura fell to her knees at the edge of the bed and took her hand off the boy's arching hard-on. He held his nervous legs tightly together, as if to protect his balls from her explorations. Longing to look the boy over, she put her hands on his knees and spread his legs as far apart as she could. Laura's eyes widened when they feasted on the sight of her young son's smooth balls. They nestled between his legs soft and heavy, tempting her to take them in her warm hands. Unable to resist the temptation to fondle her son's swollen nuts, Laura reached between his widespread legs and grabbed his youthful balls.
Laura felt her son's body jerk when she took hold of his sensitive nuts. She kneaded the warm balls of heavy flesh for a while, knowing that she was giving her son the greatest pleasure imaginable. She watched his lean young body writhing in his bed as she stimulated him in a way no mother dared stimulate her son. When she thought the boy couldn't stand another second of her eager fondling without shooting his rocks off, Laura took her hands off his nuts and began stroking his smooth young legs, thrilling to the feel of his warm flesh.
"Did you like that, Marty? Did you like the way my hands felt on your balls?" Laura asked, feeling wild and lascivious.
Marty could only moan his positive reply. He had never felt anything as exciting in his young life. When his mother touched him there he almost shot off right into the air. He fought hard to keep his cum in his nuts. The things his mother was doing were nasty beyond belief. He was lightheaded with the dirtiness of it all. His own mother was playing with his cock and balls, offering him his first taste of fucking. He thought he would piss when he felt his bed move again.
"If you like that, Marty, I'm sure you'll like this even more!" she said, crawling into bed with her horny young son.
"Wh-what're you doin\ Mom?" the boy asked excitedly.
"I'm going to do something for you that most boys don't have done for them at your age, darling! I'm going to suck your prick! Doesn't that make your cock jerk, lover?" she hissed, positioning herself on her knees over her son's midsection.
"Oh God, Mom! Are ..... are you really gonna do that?" Marty gasped. "I... I mean ... gosh, Mom ... you're my... my mother!"
"If it feels good, Marty," she smiled, bending down over her son's throbbing hard-on. "Brace yourself!" she said as she poised her lips an inch or two away from the head of his dick.
Laura closed her eyes and pressed her sweet lips against the dripping head of her son's rampant cock. She felt the boy's young rod swell to even greater proportions when her lips touched his sensitive cockhead. She grasped his jerking cock with two fingers at the base and held it straight up from his crotch. Abandoning herself to the urgings of her lust, Laura opened her lovely mouth and took her teenage son's dripping cockhead into it. She felt her son's body go stiff. His legs started flailing.
"Oh God! Mom! Mom!" the boy groaned.
"I told you to brace yourself! You're really going to enjoy this! I haven't even started yet!" Laura said, removing her mouth from the boy's dick only long enough to reassure him of the pleasures yet to come. "Your cock is delicious, Marty! It tastes as good as your father's! I really must have more!" she said, licking her lips and plunging down on Marty's dick with a passion.
Laura was beside herself with lust now. Her pussy flowed with cunt honey. Her belly trembled. Her legs shivered beneath her dress. She was slightly dizzy with excitement, dizzy with the sense of ultimate lewdness at the_ wild things she was doing to her fourteen-year-old son. She licked and sucked at the swollen head of Marty's cock, running her tongue around the underside of his bulging cockhead, running it up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. She took his prick deep into her throat, deeper and deeper until she could feel his dark pubic hair against her lips.
Laura felt her son arching his back, raising himself off the bed, forcing his stiff cock into her sucking face. She grabbed his cum-filled balls once again and kneaded them in her warm hands, squeezing them together and making his hard young body jerk with each eager squeeze. The more she sucked the boy's dripping dick the more he responded to her stimulation. He began bucking his ass lightly, driving his prick in and out of his mother's face, slowly at first but with ever-increasing speed and urgency.
Marty didn't know whether he should do anything himself or not. He felt the urge to make his cock go in and out of her mouth, and he started doing it almost unconsciously. When he realized that she wasn't objecting to the in-and-out motion of his big hard-on, he began bucking his ass harder and harder, face-fucking his hot-assed mother with a passion.
The sensations that ran through Marty's young nuts were incredibly affecting. He felt shocks running from the head of his big hard cock all the way to his nuts, felt tinglings in the swollen head of the organ, tinglings that drove him mad with excitement. Almost as wildly exciting as the sensations in his body was the feeling of nastiness that his mother's act engendered in him. It was like the feeling he got when he stole some small item from a department store, only far more exciting. He trembled all over. His throat went dry. His mind swam with a crazy-wild mixture of fear and lust.
Laura felt her son warming to her, felt his body getting used to the maddening sensations she inspired in him. She felt his fear decreasing, felt his young lust increasing the more she worked on his throbbing cock. She began bobbing her head up and down over his youthful prick, matching the bucking movements of his ass. She felt his satiny cockhead banging hard and fast against the back of her throat, almost making her choke with each thrust. She worked her throat against the impaled shaft of his prick, squeezing it inside her, milking what seemed like gallons of salty lubricant out of it. Her sucking throat was soon slippery with the boy's juices. His cock made slurping sounds as it banged in and out of her face.
"Oh, Mom! Mom! Keep doin' that to me! Oh God! I... I can't help it, Mom! I gotta do it! I gotta squirt! Should I shoot it in your mouth?" the wildly excited boy gasped, feeling his balls tensing just before the explosion that he knew was about to rack his frame.
"Are you ready to come, Marty?" she asked when she had pulled her face off her son's dripping cock.
"Oh yeah, Mom! I can't hold it back!"hegasped, his nuts ready to blow up and squirt their cum into the air, or into his mother's mouth.
"Close your eyes, darling! Close your eyes and try to keep calm for a minute! I want you to save your cum for later! I haven't started with you yet, little lover! Close your eyes and I'll show you what sucking is all about!" Marty's hot-assed mother hissed.
Marty managed somehow to keep his cum in his balls, but only with the greatest difficulty. He knew that his cock would shoot off if his mother so much as touched it. He felt the bed move and realized that she was getting up. Was she leaving? Would she do that to him? Would she leave him lying there and aching something awful deep in his balls?
When Marty felt the bed move again and opened his eyes he saw a sight that made his heart skip a beat. His mother was naked! She was kneeling beside him on his bed without a stitch of clothing. He didn't dare look at her at first. He turned his head and tried to drive her from his mind. She was incredibly beautiful, far more beautiful than the woman in his dirty magazine, far more beautiful than the women in his wet dreams.
Marty's head swam with confusing questions of right and wrong. He still couldn't believe that his own mother would do such nasty things to him. He might have jumped out of bed and tried to escape her if his cock and balls were not aching and tingling so badly, longing for stimulation and release. He had to get his rocks off, no matter how wrong it all was, no matter what the consequences might be.
"Poor boy, poor boy," Laura soothed. "I suppose this is a terrible shock for you, isn't it, darling?"
"Yeah! I don't know ... what to do ..." the boy struggled, still unable to face his naked mother.
"Do whatever feels comfortable, darling! Anything you and I do together is all right as long as no one else finds out about it. And no one needs to find out about it! Don't you see how safe it is, lover? This is our home after all, Marty. And you're my son. Who would suspect that we love to fuck each other?" the hot-assed mother said reassuringly. "You do like what I've been doing to you, don't you?"
"Gosh yeah! It... it feels great!" Marty admitted, turning to face her again, the glimmer of young lust in his eyes.
"Do you like my body, Marty?" she smiled, lifting her tits and offering herself for her fourteen-year-old boy's inspection.
Marty could hardly speak, could hardly put his lust into words. He muttered something that was almost inaudible in reply to her. He could tell that she was staring at his jerking dick. It suddenly dawned on the boy that she was as hot and homy as he was. She had to be feeling something between her legs just as he was, had to be burning up inside. He knew just how right his sudden realization was when his lovely mother swung her long legs over his tense young body and straddled him, her full womanly ass facing him, her back bent, her face over his cock and balls.
"Do you like my pussy, Marty. Few boys your age get the opportunity to examine their mothers' pussies. Do you like what you see?" she asked, reaching behind her and spreading the cheeks of her pretty ass.
Laura knew that the boy had a full and unavoidable view of her dripping snatch. She knew that he could see the pink inner flesh of her pussy as her pouting cuntlips hung open. She felt lascivious beyond belief, lascivious and willing to do anything and everything to satisfy her depraved inner urges. She longed to feel his hands on the gaping lips of her cunt, longed to feel him touching her where no boy dared to touch his mother. "Would you like to feel me, Marty?" she asked after he had had a chance to look into her cunt for a while. "Would you like to feel your mother's cunt?"
She heard the boy make a deep guttural sound and moved backward just a bit, moved backward and crouched over his face until her wet musky cunt was only one or two inches away from the boy's eager lips. She kept her hungry eye on the boy's hard-on, watching it bob and jerk wildly between his legs.
Marty had never seen anything so exciting in his life. He had always wanted to see a woman's cunt up close. And now he was seeing a cunt up close, closer than he had ever dreamed of seeing one. It would have been exciting enough to see any woman's pussy, but he was seeing his mother's pussy and the excitement was almost too much for him to bear.
The scent of his mother's wet cunt was driving him wild, driving him wilder and wilder the closer she moved toward him. He wanted to reach out and feel the secret part of her that she was so wantonly offering him, wanted to see if her pussy was as soft and smooth as it looked. He heard her asking him if he wanted to feel her there but couldn't believe his ears.
"Touch my cunt, Marty! I want you to feel my cunt! I want it! Touch me! Don't be afraid!" she hissed, going wild inside.
The boy reached out his hand and let it fall on his mother's upper leg, let it move slowly but steadily up along the back of her leg until his fingers were only an inch or two from her freely offered cunt.
Laura thought her heart would stop beating when she felt her son's fingers touching her pussy. Her cunt tingled, twitched, trembled with lust. She felt rivers running inside her, felt the fluids of her lust flowing in the heat of her cunt-melting passion.
She couldn't stifle a weak little cry of delight when she felt her son's fingers on the tuft of hair that showed between her legs. She cried softly again when his trembling fingers touched the hanging lips of her sweet cunt, making the resilient flesh of her pussy lips jiggle slightly. Her naked twat was alive with sensation as she presented it to her horny young boy. She had to feel his young lips against the lips of her cunt, had to feel her son kissing and licking the wet lips of her pussy. There would be plenty of time for exploration later. She needed an orgasm now and needed it desperately.
"Kiss me there, Marty! Kiss my cunt!" Laura hissed, her twat on fire with uncontrollable lust.
"K-kiss you ... kiss you there?" Marty gasped. "Are you sure you want me to?"
"I want it more than anything in the world! Kiss my cunt! Now, Marty! Make my cunt tingle!" she breathed seductively, lowering her gaping cunt over her son's handsome young face.
Marty couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had dreamed of being close to a woman's cunt, had even dreamed of kissing a woman between her legs. He had even seen pictures of guys doing that to women in his dirty magazine. But he had never really thought that he would ever get to do that, and certainly not with his own mother. But it was real, real and inescapable. She was actually asking, almost begging him to suck her cunt just the way the guys in the magazine sucked their women's cunts. He didn't know whether he could do it right, but he was more than willing to give it a try.
Laura seethed inside when the jiggling lips of her cunt came into contact with her son's face. She felt his warm tender lips touch the lips of her wet twat and trembled from head to toe. It was even more beautiful than she had imagined it would be, even more exciting, even more sexually stimulating. Her fourteen-year-old son was actually pressing his eager lips against her musky cunt, lips that had only kissed her lightly on the cheeks before, lips that had never touched a woman's twat before.
Marty was overcome by the delicious scent and taste of his mother's cunt. The tongue-tingling taste of her pussy drove him wild. He puckered his lips and kissed the pressing flesh of her cunt as she lowered it against his face.
"Stick out your tongue and lick my cunt, Marty! Lick it all around! Make me hot and wild, darling! Lick me!" Laura hissed, beginning to move her twat against her son's face.
Marty complied eagerly with his mother's suggestion, sticking out his tongue and flicking it blindly all over the sensitive flesh of her gaping cunt. He ran his nervous but eager tongue over the ragged lips of her twat, feeling the heat of her cunt against his exploring tongue. He felt his mother moving her twat against his face, grinding her sex-flesh against his lips and chin.
"Stick your tongue right up my cunt, Son! Stick your tongue up your mother's pussy! Fuck me with your tongue, Marty! Use it like a big hard dick in my cunt! Don't be afraid! I want your tongue between the lips of my pussy!" she hissed, grinding her wet snatch against her son's handsome young face.
When Laura felt her son's tongue slipping in between her seething cuntlips, she began gyrating her pelvis with a passion. Marty's tongue felt like a thousand fingers working away inside her sucking twat. She heard the wet sucking sounds her son's mouth made as he sucked her free-flowing cunt juice. She felt the boy's nose against her gash, felt his smooth cheeks against the sides of her satiny inner legs. She clamped her luscious legs against the boy's face and almost suffocated him with her musky cunt, grinding her pussy against him until she heard him gasping for breath.
"Brace yourself, darling! I'm going to suck your dick while you're sucking my cunt, Marty! Doesn't that sound delicious? We're both going to come at the same time, lover! I want you to shoot your jism right down my throat! Do you like that idea, Son?" she hissed at her fourteen-year-old boy.
"You really mean it, Mom? Right down your throat?" Marty asked, amazed.
"Gallons of it, Marty! Gallons of thick rich cum right down my throat! Don't be afraid, darling! Shoot it whenever you feel like it!" she sang seductively, lowering her head closer and closer to her boy's aching staff.
Laura stared at the juice-covered shaft of her son's stiff dick for a moment or two, thrilling to the hardness of it, thrilling to the incredible length and thickness of the young tool, thrilling to the purplish color of the slippery head of it. She had to have it, had to have her son's cock throbbing away in her face, had to suck the cum out of his balls, had to feel his body go stiff as his nuts exploded into her mouth. She was dying for a raging climax, dying to feel the flash of her orgasm. She felt her son's tongue still buried in her snatch, buried there but motionless as she poised her lips over the bulging shaft of his cock.
"Now!" she cried. "Lick and suck me! Make me come! Quickly!"
Laura plunged down onto her son's rigid cock and sucked the thing deep into her throat. She began bobbing up and down on it almost immediately, driving the boy mad with excitement. She knew he couldn't possibly hold back his ball-busting orgasm now even if he wanted to. She felt his tongue working inside her seething cunt, felt the muscles of her pussy working against the boy's impaled tongue as if it were a dick inside her. She knew she was about to flash off in the most ecstatic orgasm of her life, an orgasm inspired by her own young son.
"Suck me, Marty! Lick my clit! Harder! Harder, darling! Lick the cunt juice right out of me! Make me flash! Oh God! God! It's so wonderful! My own son licking my cunt! I love it! I love you, Marty! Oh Jesus! It's so beautiful! Your tongue is so good in my cunt!" she cried. "Do you like the taste of my cunt, Marty?"
"Yeah, Mom! It's real great!" Marty gurgled as he continued to eat his mother out.
Laura swallowed her son's dick again and began bobbing, sucking and licking all at once, bringing him closer and closer to a nut-busting orgasm. When she felt his cock stiffen suddenly and snap up against the roof of her sucking mouth, the hot-assed mother held her breath and closed her lovely eyes, preparing herself for the throatful of cum that she knew would soon pour into her. At just the moment she felt her son's hard-on tensing for his ejaculation, she felt her own pussy-racking orgasm beginning to surge through her cunt.
Laura moaned deep down inside when she felt her cunt flash off wildly, more wildly than ever before. She thought she would never stop flashing with sexual lightning, lightning that melted her cunt and made her groan with pleasure. She clamped her legs around her son's face and held him fast in a loving grip, held his face tightly against her flashing cunt.
Marty was one knot of tension now, his legs tense all the way to his young nuts. When he felt his balls blowing up between his legs he arched his back off the bed and jammed his rigid cock right down his mother's throat as far as it would go. He knew exactly what was about to happen to him and he hoped his mother really wanted what she was about to get. When he felt the charge of sexual electricity flashing hotly deep in his balls he gasped with pleasure. When he felt his jism blasting hard and fast through the stiff pipe of his cock, the boy cried out loud, gasping and grunting with a passion to match that of his hot-assed mother.
Laura felt her throat contracting in an effort to swallow the hot cum that her horny fourteen-year-old son shot into her sucking face. Blast after hot blast of thick jism shot against the back of her throat, threatening to strangle the woman with its volume. The taste of Marty's virgin cum thrilled her deep down inside, and the taste made her hunger for more of the same, made her realize that she would never be satisfied with anything less exciting than her own young son, made her realize that from that moment on she would have to satisfy her hunger for her son's cock, no matter how depraved her lust.
The not-assed mother sucked Marty's copious cum deep into her throat, enjoying each hot hard blast more than the last. She sucked her boy's cock hard and fast until it began to soften a bit in her mouth. She sucked until the last drop of his cum had left his swollen balls. She heard the boy whimpering softly, felt his young body softening beneath her. She too felt her body relax suddenly, drained of energy for a time. She fell on her son, planting wet kisses on his legs, panting softly, luxuriating in the incredibly satisfying peace that came over her after her wild flashing climax. She knew that young Marty was feeling much the same sense of peace and calm after his ball-racking orgasm.
The mother and the son shared the bliss of their shared orgasm, shared it in perfect harmony. Marty kissed his mother's dripping cunt, kissed her private place lovingly, as if in an effort to repay her for the wild feeling she had given him. Their hands played lightly over each other's bodies, caressing each other gently in the quiet rest of their post-orgasmic state.
Laura kissed the half-hard length of her son's dick, tasted the tiny droplet of cum that oozed from his cockhead when she ran her thumb up the length of his young prick. She caressed the boy's big prick, unable to resist comparing his cock to that of his father's. She shivered inside when she considered the fact that John's cock had shot into her face just the way his son's had, shivered when she remembered kissing John's cock after a wild fuck with the same love and dedication.
But Laura's sense of peace and tranquility was cruelly shattered when she opened her lovely eyes and saw Robert standing in the doorway.