Chapter 7
Though I was certain that night that I would soon be doing the things with Steve that I had been fantasizing about, nothing actually happened between us for a long time. It was, I guess, easy enough to understand.
I was nervous.
After all, he was my son. It's pretty hard to start making advances on your own son, even if you are almost certain he will respond. I kept having doubts, however, that kept me from doing anything.
At the same time, I was definitely certain of one thing; it was young men I was interested in. Stev was the ultimate goal, but in the meantime there could be others.
I didn't exactly go out looking for them, but somehow things started happening without much effort on my part.
First there was Jimmy.
He was our yard boy. Twice a month he came around to the house and mowed the lawn. Up until now I had never really paid much attention to him, but with my new sensibilities, it was only natural that he should come under careful scrutiny.
It was obvious he was infatuated with me.
Whenever I was in the back yard sunbathing on the days that he came, I could tell that he had a difficult time taking his eyes off me. Especially my tits. He would push the lawnmower around and pretend that he was paying attention to his work, but in reality his eyes almost never left my tits.
I began to wonder if I should take advantage of the situation. After all, here was a boy about Steve's age who could offer me much the same kind of experience that I would be able to have with Steve if I could only get up the nerve.
Why not?
The next time he came I got myself ready by going through my whole afternoon routine. I stripped, got in the shower, and used the handheld shower head to get my entire body primed and ready. By the time I stepped back out onto the bathmat my cunt was warm and wet, excited by the jet stream of hot water that had been playing on it while I bathed.
After toweling dry I lay down on the bed and ran my fingers lightly over most of my body. Just by closing my eyes I could pretend that it was Steve who was touching me, and the result was that I had to force myself to stop short of coming.
Then I put on my bikini and went out back.
Jimmy was far away at first, but after a few minutes he came closer to where I was lying face down on a beach towel. My top was unfastened, and I knew that his eyes were firmly locked on the sight of my tits as they pressed into the ground, spreading out widely from the weight of my body.
When he was close I raised up, intentionally forgetting to refasten my top. The result was that, for a few moments, both my tits were hanging naked beneath me.
Jimmy almost fell down.
I had to laugh, but it was also important that I appear embarrassed. Somehow I managed, finally getting my top back on as Jimmy, still wide-eyed pushed the lawnmower past me.
I gestured to him to turn it off.
"Ready for some lemonade?" I asked.
"Sure," he replied, pretending nothing had happened. He was a couple of years younger than Steve, with blonde hair and blue eyes, along with just about the most innocent expression I had ever seen on a young boy.
This was going to be fun.
As we neared the house I told him to wait on the patio while I got his drink. Then I went inside and, as quickly as I could, changed from my bikini into a bathrobe.
Then I returned.
"Sorry, Jimmy, but there isn't any lemonade today," I told him gravely. He looked disappointed. "Why don't you just sit down and rest for a while."
"All right."
He seemed confused, but was willing enough to do as I told him.
As soon as he was sitting down I stood up in front of him and calmly took off my robe.
His eyes bugged out and he gasped for air. Then he tried to turn his head away.
"Don't do that, Jimmy," I said sternly. "Don't you like my body? I've seen you trying to look at it for so long I just thought I'd give you a chance to see it."
"I. . . I'm sorry-"
"Don't be silly. It's perfectly normal for a young boy-excuse me, a young man-like yourself to be interested in a woman's body. Right?"
I had my hand on his thigh now, rubbing it lightly on the outside of his trousers.
"I ... I don't know..."
"Shhhh."
I began to unbuckle his pants, feeling delightfully wicked as I did so. What would his mother think? The idea practically made me giggle.
He couldn't take his eyes off my tits as I pulled down his pants. They were bouncing and jiggling just a few inches away from his face, and I could tell he was just dying to bury his head in my soft melons.
He would get his chance to do just that.
I could feel the hot cream dripping out of my cunt as I unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him standing in front of me with only his undershorts on.
His cock was erect, jutting forward beneath the material like a young tree.
"Jimmy," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "How would you like for me to take your cock in my mouth?"
"What?"
Obviously the idea had never occurred to him.
"Right here, Jimmy," I said, licking my lips to show him what I had in mind.
He looked like he was going to faint.
I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, exposing his naked cock for the first time. It was fairly long and a little narrow.
It would do.
I knew that if I let him fuck me right away, the entire business would last about ten seconds. No, I would suck him off first, then give him a few minutes to recover before trying to get his cock inside my starving pussy.
I leaned forward.
My lips were just above the top of his cock, hovering in the air as I blew gently on his cockhead. I could sense that his body was trembling slightly, but I knew that it was only from excitement.
And I hadn't even touched his cock yet.
Gently I brought one hand up from below until it touched his balls.
"Uuuuuhhhhh..."
"Easy now, Jimmy, don't come yet."
He stared down at me, eyes wide.
I opened my lips and let them encircle his cock, then began to descend. As I went down I felt as if I could feel every vein beneath the tightly drawn skin, and I knew that he was as finely attuned to what I was doing as he could possibly be.
After all, it was his first time.
Finally I reached the bottom. My lips were buried in the short, wiry hair at the base of his cock.
I began to stroke up and down, moving over the entire length of his meat with smooth thrusts, swirling my tongue around his pole as I moved, doing everything I could to raise the intensity of the experience for him.
It didn't take long.
Almost within the first minute I could feel the first tremors deep inside his shaft. Faint and far away at first, they grew stronger with each passing second until finally I could feel his entire meat lurching inside my mouth.
At the last second I decided not to let him come in my mouth; I wanted to see the hot juice shooting from his young prick.
As soon as my mouth disengaged itself from his meat, his cock exploded, shooting sticky jism all over my face. I could see it as it came out of the tiny slit at the end of his meat, and as the messy stuff landed on my face I gobbled down as much of it as I could in the first few seconds.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." I purred, licking each glob that splattered against me, spreading the excess cum all over my skin.
It was fantastic.
I kept thinking of Steve as I ate his jism, wondering what my own son's cum would taste like. I could almost feel it upon my lips, and I reconfirmed within myself the thought that sometime, before long, I would be doing this same thing with him.
Jimmy's cock never really got soft; it seemed as if he didn't really need any rest at all.
I was delighted.
As soon as the last spurts had finished shooting from his prick I pushed him down into the chair behind him, then dropped to my knees in front of him.
His eyes were wide; he was gasping for breath. "Jimmy, have you ever tasted a woman before?"
I knew he hadn't, but I wanted to see what his reaction would be.
"What?" He was obviously confused.
"Down here." I gestured toward my crotch.
He shook his head.
Smiling, I calmly inserted one of my fingers deep into my simmering muff, then withdrew it.
"Here," I said, putting my wet finger in front of his lips.
Tentatively he opened them, and I thrust the finger inside. He licked it i lightly at first and then with growing enthusiasm as the taste of my honey became familiar to him.
"like it?"
"Mmmmmmm..."
Pulling the finger out, I mounted the chair, straddling his naked form so that my pussy was hovering just a few inches above his face. "What do you see, Jimmy?"
"Say it, Jimmy."
"I see ... your private parts."
"That's not good enough. Say it."
"I see your cunt."
"What can you tell about it?"
"I don't understand."
"Yes you do. Describe it."
"Well...." he stammered, unsure of himself. I was loving every second of it, knowing that in the end we would both get what we wanted.
"Go on, Jimmy."
"It's wet. And pink. I can see the wet stuff coming out through the ... ah....."
"The lips?"
"Yeah, that's it. The lips."
"Taste it, Jimmy."
He raised his head, his eyes never leaving my dripping slit. For a moment I could feel his nose in my fur, smelling it, and then his tongue shot out and lapped up some of my honey.
"Is it good?"
He was too busy eating me to answer.
"That's good, Jimmy, real good," I purred, beginning to grind my crotch slightly, increasing the pressure between his lips and my cunt.
"My clit, Jimmy, lick my clit."
He was licking everywhere like crazy, but he hadn't found my clit yet. It occurred to me that he probably didn't know what it was.
"There, Jimmy," I said, spreading my lips with my fingers and touching the angry red button that was my clit.
It was all the prompting he needed. Suddenly he was licking and sucking my clit with such force that I practically came all over his face.
But I held back.
Reaching behind me, I felt his cock. It was rock-hard, jutting up from his crotch with a force that wouldn't be denied.
It was time to fuck.
A moment later we were both down on the floor of the patio. It was cold, but we were so hot it didn't matter; in fact, the cool, hard tiles felt good.
I lay on my back and pulled him down toward me. His cock entered me easily, and almost immediately he started thrusting with all the strength in his young body.
"That's it, Jimmy, now fuck me. My cunt's on fire, Jimmy, so fuck me hard!"
I knew that the sound of those words coming from my lips would drive him crazy, and I was right.
He plowed into me like a rabbit, banging his young cock into my furry cunt with such force that both of us were out of breath almost immediately, "Come on, Jimmy, harder. Fuck me harder. Ram it all the way through me!"
He tried.
I could feel my cunt beginning to tremble and shudder, and I knew that I was going to explode almost before we would have a chance to really get going.
It didn't matter.
He wasn't going to last very long anyway.
In and out, in and out he plunged, knifing his cock into my panting cunt, jamming me so hard that even though his cock was small it made no difference.
"That's it, Jimmy. Keep it up, boy, keep it up. Fuck my cunt, baby, fuck me good."
All the while I thought about Steve, pretending that this was my own son's cock slamming into me. I could see his strong young face above me, and could feel his lips on mine, his hands on my tits as his meat plowed in and out of his mother's cunt. Then we both came.
"Oh yeah, Jimmy, that's it. Oh yeah ... oh ... yeah ... YEEEESSSSSS!"
My cunt overflowed, spewing and spurting sticky juice all over his cock. As the contractions coursed through me I could feel Jimmy's cock beginning to spasm, and a moment later his own hot cum was jetting against the deepest walls of my pussy.
For a long time we continued slamming into each other. I kept thinking about Steve, wondering if this was what it would be like with him.
I hoped so.
And I fully intended to find out.