Chapter 2
Pam Morris was asleep. She licked her full, pouty lips and sighed. It was warm under the sheet, too warm, because she was sharing her bed with Robbie. Ever since the divorce, and their subsequent move to a smaller place, Pam had allowed her young son to sleep with her. Her bed had felt so big and lonely and, although she didn't miss Hank, she did miss the warmth and companionship he had once provided. So, rather than make her boy sleep on a cot or the couch, she insisted he share her bed.
Pam shifted again and mumbled in her sleep, subconsciously disturbed by the rhythmic vibrations shaking the mattress. She slept on, unaware that Robbie was lying on his back, the sheet tented over his crotch, and his fist sliding the loose skin of his fat cock up and down.
The boy hadn't been able to control himself. When he woke, he'd been curled up against her, his stiff prick trapped between his belly and the warm, soft crack of her big ass. He was almost afraid to move, for fear she'd wake and discover the hard-on sticking boldly from the front of his pajamas.
Now, Robbie was staring at Pam's face as he jerked off, thinking how lucky he was to have the most beautiful mother in the neighborhood. And one with gloriously heavy, round tits. He knew his mother's tits were slightly pendulous, but they were firm. One of his favorite pastimes was watching her work around the house, for her every movement sent those tits nodding up and down or wobbling from side to side. At such times his tongue nearly hung out.
Pam slept on, her flame-colored hair spread like a shiny halo across the white pillow. Her big tits, slightly flattened and falling to the sides, were quivering with her every breath.
"Mom?" he whispered. "You asleep?"
Robbie was a husky, well-built kid for his age, and he possessed a healthy curiosity. When his mother didn't answer, his heart pounded faster. A terribly dirty, exciting idea had been in his mind for weeks, but his nerve had always failed him before.
Jeez, she looked so pretty sleeping next to him, and so sexy. His mouth was suddenly dry. He couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have her fingers on his cock. Would they be soft and hot?
Trembling with fear, Robbie pulled the sheet over his body and turned so his cock pointed at Pam's hip. Then he gently, carefully, took her hand and tremblingly placed it on his sweaty sticky cock. Her palm felt damp and warm, and he watched her relaxed face as he forced her fingers to curl around the fatness of his adolescent cock.
Perhaps it was instinctive, but Pam's hand tightened, holding the prick as securely as the handle of a hammer. Robbie shivered and groaned, but not with pain. His head dropped to the pillow and he stared at the ceiling as his cock pulsed exquisitely inside his mother's fist.
Pam was nearly awake and beginning to wonder in a vague sort of way what it was she was holding. For some reason she felt uncomfortable. And what she was holding was hot and damp, pulsing heavily under her clasping fingers.
"Ohmigod!" Her eyes flew open with horrified shock as she gasped and pulled the offending hand away from her son's cock. But she was too late.
"Huhhh, uhhhh, ahhh," Robbie groaned. He'd been unable to stop coming, and he felt his face burn as he shot off. But he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be sleeping, and prayed that his mother would be fooled.
Pam groaned and her face flamed with shame as Robbie's jerking cock shot globs of thick, sticky jism onto her wrist and forearm. The deeply embarrassed mother faced her son. The heat of her shame flowed all the way from her cheeks to her heavy tits. Oh, God! she moaned silently. What have I done? Robbie was still sleeping, thank God, and her heart went out to him at the sight of the sweet, innocent smile his orgasm had brought to his handsome young face.
Pam let her breath out slowly and tried not to feel guilty. After all, she wasn't responsible for what happened in her sleep, was she? But what had caused her to seek out her son's cock? Had she been dreaming of being fucked and automatically reached for Hank's cock? God, she felt positively sick. Sick because she was so fucking horny and the thought of that big, stiff prick throbbing and wilting uselessly next to her was driving her crazy! Jeez, how could she? Her own son!
But her arm was positively dripping with the proof of Robbie's virility, and Pam wouldn't have minded had it been anyone other than her son. She'd always enjoyed watching a man's cum jumping out and spattering on her belly or hands. It was awful hot and messy and runny, but excitingly depraved.
Pam's large cunt, lavishly endowed with thick red curls, was already brimming with scented pussy juice, and she wanted desperately to finger-fuck herself. She was trembling with horniness, but didn't like playing with herself when Robbie was near because of the loud, piggish noises she always made when she climaxed.
But then she thought of how large her boy's cock had felt. Even larger than Hank's ... And her wrist and arm was still covered with his cum. She lifted the sheet and withdrew her arm, looking at the heavy coating of sticky cum. Her eyes sparkled as the sharp odor hit her nostrils and reminded her even more of fucking. It had been so long! God, she hadn't even seen a man's cock in years.
Just one quick look won't hurt, she told herself, unable to resist taking a peek at his cock beneath the sheets.
Robbie, desperately trying to remain still, didn't know what was going on when he felt the sheet being lifted, but he was afraid to open his eyes. Then he felt cool air flowing over the bare, wet head of his thick, limber prick and knew the sheet was high enough to expose all eight inches of it.
His mother was looking at his cock! Robbie felt his nuts tighten and hoped she wouldn't notice. But then his cock began to stir, hardening again from the exciting knowledge that his mother was viewing it.
"Ohhhh," Pam breathed.
Her eyes grew round with shocked surprise. Robbie's long, fat-shafted cock was throbbing nakedly from the opening in his pajamas, its broad head swelling, pointing up at her face and growing shiny and purplish with trapped blood. She could even see his wide piss-slit still dripping cum, and she licked her lips.
To think that her poor boy still didn't know what a hard-on was for, Pam mused sadly. Oh, God, if only he weren't her flesh and blood! She hated sneaking around finger-fucking herself, but if she messed around with some guy, or even some woman, and Hank found out, he'd take the boy from her. He'd already tried proving she was an unfit mother because she'd been a stripper during the first few years of their marriage. And he'd even told the judge about her one and only lesbian encounter as a teenager, damn him!
But he hadn't been able to prove anything, and she had won the custody fight. But she knew Hank hadn't given up. She wouldn't put it past him to have a private investigator watching the house right now.
And at thirty-two Pam wasn't ready to forget all about sex! Not by one hell of a long shot! As a stripper, she'd been proud of her body, and the years hadn't changed it that much. Her heavy white tits were still firm, her waist still small, and her hips and upper thighs just plump enough to tempt a saint. And her round ass was still full and fleshy.
And now, knowing what a stud her little boy was becoming, Pam's enforced celibacy was fast becoming more of a burden than she could bear. Just looking at his cock was enough to melt her cunt and make her already horny mind whirl with depraved lust.
Watching Robbie's face, Pam slid her hand across the gentle curve of her belly and cupped the wide, plump padding of her heavily-haired cunt.
"Nuhhhh," she moaned low in her throat as she squeezed the hot, damp mound and her fat, tingling clit popped out from under its fleshy hood to stab the steamy air between her thighs like an over-ripe grape. Closing her eyes briefly, she imagined that it was Robbie's curious fingers investigating her fat, slick cunt lips, and for once the thought brought no disgust or shame. She was far too horny for that.
Gently grinding the heel of her palm against her clit, she fought the urge to thrash and cry out. It wasn't easy concentrating on coming quickly while muffling her groans of ecstasy and opening her eyes every few minutes to check on her son.
The hot-assed mother's hips were swiveling slowly as she unconsciously spread her long, shapely legs and eased two slender fingers between the thick, ragged folds of her rosy, wide-lipped cunt. The hot, slick walls snapped at the scissoring, twisting fingers, and she rubbed her wet knuckles across her aching, straining clit.
Robbie heard her gasps and felt the bed vibrate. also heard a liquid, sloshing sound. He was young and inexperienced, but he wasn't stupid. A shaking bed, moans, and a sound similar to those he'd made when stirring his finger in a jar of white paste at school all added up to his mother masturbating. As much as it surprised him, he was sure she was jerking off. The knowledge that it must have been the sight of his bare cock that had excited her so much nearly blew his young mind.
He wished he had the nerve to peek, for he really thought his mother was beautiful. He'd sit for hours, if possible, just watching her enormous tits swinging and bouncing while she worked. He'd never seen another woman with such round, heavy tits, and even though they sagged a bit, they still stuck out. Robbie was smart enough to realize that his mother's tits were that way not from age, but from sheer size.
Pam groaned again and ground the plump, firm cheeks of her soft ass against the bed as she sloshed her fingers around in her seething, snapping pussy. Her mind was filled with the memory of her little boy's fat, erect cock, and her excitement caused her memory to distort it so that it seemed all of a foot long, and proportionately thick. Oh, God, how she wanted it!
Robbie's nose itched. He tried to control his facial muscles, but finally gave up and sniffed? His sneeze caught both of them by surprise. Pam panicked and yanked her fingers from her swollen, juice-drenched cunt and drew the sheet up to her neck and pretended to sleep. She knew her face was hot with a combination of fear, arousal and embarrassment. She could only pray that Robbie wouldn't notice.
But Robbie now knew what his mother's cunt smelled like. Her movement with the sheets had gusted out a lot of the hot odor to his dilating nostrils. It was vaguely familiar, and he suddenly realized that he'd been smelling her pussy for years, either in bed or in the bathroom, although the odor had never been this strong before. He thought about all that funky odor trapped under the sheet and his cock lurched again. Jeez, cunt sure smells good! he thought. He wondered what she looked like down there. Lots of hair, probably, like in some of the blurred photos Davy had shown him. Damn, he was so horny he didn't know how he'd get through the day!
But somehow he did. Somehow they both did. After breakfast, during which he tried peeking down the front of his mother's robe, he went out to play. All he'd got was a glimpse of some cleavage, and some milky, quivering flesh to the sides. But it was better than nothing.
Pam had seen her son checking out her tits and was secretly thrilled by his boldness. She was used to having men mentally strip her and was usually indifferent to it. But Robbie's attention had taken a lot of guts, and it had really turned her on. So she showered and fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm while dreaming of his fat cock. The shower stall echoed with her wailing cries of pleasure.
After, she still felt nervous and unsatisfied. Masturbation was beginning to be an obsession, she realized, and wondered if there was something wrong with her physically. Her clit was pretty large, she knew, but would that do it? Was she turning into a nympho, or merely caught up in self-abuse?
Maybe she needed a thorough check-up. She hadn't been to a doctor in four or five years, since before she'd moved. Maybe all that was wrong with her was low blood sugar or some other easily treated problem. But could she be as honest with a doctor as she wanted to be? Pam really wanted to unburden herself to someone, but understandably felt a little ashamed and self-conscious.
Finally, she decided it would be easier if she picked a doctor she didn't know, one far away from her neighborhood. After making the decision, she felt better, as if the worst were already over. She flipped through the yellow pages and dialed one doctor after another until she found one who had an open appointment that afternoon.
Meanwhile, Robbie was in the bushes pumping his cock. He was so caught up in what he was doing, he almost missed the shocked gasp behind him.
His next door neighbor's little girl, Susie, had heard his muffled groans and sneaked up until she could see his fist moving in front of his pants. Robbie was jerking off, right out in the open! She felt her little cunt tingle. She'd never seen a prick, not even a picture of one, but she sure was anxious to remedy that deficiency. Robbie was just a year older, and already he was a big boy, so Susie reasoned that he must have a nice cock. She tasted the forbidden word and tried to visualize what one looked like. From where she was she couldn't see Robbie's. Long and swollen, one girl had whispered, sort of like a slab of bologna. Susie wondered.
Robbie panicked when he heard that gasp behind him. He bent forward and cupped his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his fierce hard-on. His face was red from horniness, fear and embarrassment.
"Watcha doin?" Susie whispered, inching nearer.
"Nuthin', " Robbie muttered. "Go away!"
Susie smiled and walked around in front of him. She brushed her hands over her blouse, dusting off imaginary leaves or bits of grass and calling attention to her tits.
"What're you staring at?" she giggled as his eyes locked on her tits. Susie wasn't much past puberty, but she was well-rounded and quite pretty, and today she was braless. Robbie thought he could see the wide pink shadow of her soft nipples through the thin material.
Susie's tits, although not a threat to Pam's huge jugs, were short, fat, and up-tilted, and her goose-pimply aureoles covered more than a fourth of each jiggling tit.
Robbie blushed and looked at her face. Her eyes were on his cupped hands. "Let me see what you were doing," she coaxed, pointing at his crotch.
"Huh?" Robbie was shocked at her boldness-and a little afraid. You could never be sure when a girl was teasing or not, or whether she was planning to scream for her mother.
"C'mon, lemme see your prick, Robbie," Susie whined. "I'll ... I'll tell everybody what you were doing if you don't show me!"
The boy stared at her in horror, but the excitingly nasty nature of what she wanted soon reminded him that he hadn't shot his load.
"Will you lift up your dress?" he asked, whispering as he removed his trembling hands.
"Ohhhh!" Susie's mouth fell open. Robbie's blown-up, golf-ball-sized prick-knob aimed up at her face, swaying slowly from side to side. His plump, rosy balls hung heavily beneath the base, nearly hairless. For some reason, the sight of them made Susie's pussy seeth.
Robbie's cock began to visibly pulse under the little girl's stare, jerking up and down. The fat, white stalk was crisscrossed with tiny blue veins, and Susie licked her lips. She'd never imagined anything so powerful-looking, so threatening!
Robbie saw Susie's face grow red. He heard her heavy breathing, and he felt his nuts tighten. He began to think about doing more than just showing her his cock. After all, they were out of sight and, if they kept their voices down, wouldn't be heard.