Chapter 3
"All mine! All mine!" Tina muttered to herself as she pumped her finger wildly in and out of her spasming cunt. She squirmed. Her eyes rolled back and went out of focus. She whimpered with the heavenly feeling, lost in a dream world of pure pleasure.
When her spasms finally subsided, she pulled her drenched finger out of her cunt. Then she shoved it in her mouth and sucked off the sweet cunt juice. It was tasty stuff. There were times she actually longed to sample the pussy juice of another woman, or of a young girl, but she always put such thoughts out of her mind fast. They were perverted, and she was shocked that she could even have them.
She relaxed into the mattress, breathing blissfully, trying to prolong the post-orgasmic feeling, trying to stay inside her dream world for as long as possible. But it didn't last long. The moment she opened her eyes and saw herself alone in the mirror, the dream world vanished. The vision of her lonely face drove the fogs of her dream out of her mind like a strong gust of wind.
There she lay, alone. The house was empty. Her husband, the stud of her daydream, was a few hundred miles away at this moment in someone else's bed. And even Jimmy wasn't home. Her young son was still running around out there in the night somewhere.
"Jimmy," she whispered, wondering where he was. She felt a twinge of sadness as she whispered his name. She couldn't help thinking that now she was even losing him.
He was growing up so fast. They had always been so close. She trusted him completely. She knew he'd never intentionally hurt her. But he was growing up. She couldn't stop that. She knew that one of these days, before she knew it, Jimmy too would be gone.
It was ironic that Jimmy had sprung from that one mad fuck on the beach, from that one crazy fuck on a warm spring morning so long ago. For it was the one and only time she and Norman had fucked before she learned she was pregnant. She'd kicked herself many times over these last several lonely years, kicked herself for having not been more careful, more responsible. Had she taken her pill regularly, the last fifteen years would probably never have happened this way.
She wondered if it was fate. Why did she suck Norman's jism in her cunt on that particular morning? Why had she missed taking her pill on the day that really mattered?
These questions haunted her mind again and again. Maybe it was fate. But maybe it was just plain chance. Maybe it was a just reward for her irresponsible foolishness. Maybe she had had an unconscious desire to get pregnant by Norman in order to have him all to herself, forever. She really couldn't say for sure.
It seemed so long ago now, and yet it seemed like only yesterday. Before school had recessed for the summer vacation, she had informed Norman that she was pregnant. Before summer was over, they were married. Before the year was over, Jimmy was born.
Her married life with Norman was tolerable at first. He treated her decently, though with less affection than she would have liked. He fucked her enough-once a day if not more. And he was one hell of a stud.
But then, toward the last days of her pregnancy, when she wasn't up to fucking any more, Norman got crabbier and crabbier. She couldn't blame him, really. He was still just eighteen, and his cock was always stiff and throbbing.
She did her best to please him. She sucked him off or jacked him off two or three times a day. But it just wasn't enough. Norman's ever-hard cock was addicted to cunt. He'd gotten all the cunt he had wanted, whenever he wanted it, since he was a young boy. Girls had thrown themselves at him since his junior-high days. Suddenly his cock was deprived. It wanted pussy, and it just wasn't getting any.
Then, six months after Jimmy was born, Norman signed on with a construction crew that had come to town to put up a new bank. Ten months later, after the bank was completed, the company moved on to put up a building in another town, and Norman went along with them. It was the beginning of Norman's long odyssey away from Tina.
During the first few years, he'd come home every weekend, and he and Tina would lie in bed the entire time, Norman fucking Tina again and again. He rubbed her pussy raw, but she loved it. Tina experienced enough orgasms between the time Norman stumbled in the door Friday evening, his pants already down around his knees, his prick slapping against his belly, and the time he left Sunday afternoon, to satisfy her pussy for most of the week.
They were wild weekends, and Tina looked forward to each one with the same excitement and anticipation and lust she had felt that warm spring morning she set out in her bikini to get fucked by Norman for the first time.
However, as the years passed, things changed. For the last three or four years now, Norman had been coming home only two weekends a month, sometimes only one. Tina didn't like to think about it, but deep in her mind she knew that Norman had other cunts to fuck.
These days, when Norman did manage to visit, he'd come home in a bad mood, unconcerned whether they fucked or not. When they did fuck, he'd coldly pump his cock in and out of her for a few minutes, then release a wad of cum inside her that felt like a cool, dead oyster. Tina would work frantically to have an orgasm before Norman's half-hard prick slid out of her, but usually, before she could come, Norman would roll off her, snoring like an over-stuffed hog.
Norman's physical shape was another disappointment. Norman didn't take any pride in his body any more. His beautifully muscled, athletic body of years ago had gone to fat. He drank so much beer that his belly sagged below his belt. The only thing about Norman that still turned Tina on was his cock.
It was still a whopping eight inches long, with a thick, heavenly veined shaft, and the same luscious, glossy head. Even though Norman disgusted her now in almost every other way, Tina couldn't help drooling at the thought of his cock. All she had to do was imagine his big fat prick, and her pussy would tingle. But aside from Norman's cock, when
Tina thought about males these days, about beautiful male bodies, her thoughts dwelled on the lean, supple-muscled figures of teenaged studs.
There were few older men who could compare to them. Most of the older men she looked at, the men in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties, were in the same pathetic shape as Norman. How could she help but be attracted to young studs at the peak of their male beauty? How could she help but be turned on even by the sight of her own teenage son?
Tina was in the habit of watching Jimmy behind his back, especially when he cavorted in their indoor swimming pool. One of Tina's favorite sneaky tricks was to announce to Jimmy that she was going out somewhere, and then leave. After slamming the front door behind her, she'd sneak around the house and slip back in by the back door. More often than not, she'd find him already stark naked, and frolicking like a mischievous young colt in the pool. Sometimes he'd invite his buddies over, and then Tina would get a real voyeuristic thrill.
Jimmy was a beautiful boy, with long blonde hair just like hers, and sharp, handsome facial features like his father's. His body was long and lean, with perfectly proportioned, cleanly defined muscles. His small, pink ass-cheeks were like two plump melons. His feet were perfectly formed. His eyes were lake-blue. His lips were full and sensual, and his cheeks were covered with a fine, golden down. The main feature of his anatomy, however, was what he had hanging between his legs.
Growing from the apex of his skinny loins was a horny cock that put even Norman's monster to shame. Hard, it had to be at least nine inches long. Soft, it still hung there a fat, thick seven inches! It was a super-developed, beautiful prick, which Tina found hard to believe was real.
She'd been watching that cock develop from the time Jimmy was an infant. She remembered soaping it up in the bathtub when Jimmy was just a small boy. Even then, it would get hard and throb in her hand. It grew with each passing year, but still, even when the boy was eleven, his cock was only the size of a hot dog.
It was when Jimmy turned twelve that the miracle happened. Almost overnight the skinny little wiener inflated to a fully grown, full functional cock. And by the time he was thirteen, Jimmy surely had the biggest, fattest cock in town, if not the whole state.
Tina remembered her excitement and shock the day she saw it fully grown and fully erect for the first time. She was peeking into the pool room, admiring her naked son as he stood on the diving board. He had his hands on his hips, and he was studying his reflection in the glassy, perfectly still water.
He gazed at his reflection, and his long, fat cock suddenly began to stiffen. It lengthened and thickened as if by magic, twitching its way up until it stood straight up in the air and pointed at the ceiling. There it stood, in all its naked, throbbing glory.
Tina gasped. It was monstrous! It looked like a white, purple-headed club sticking out of his groin. She couldn't understand how his skinny little loins could support it.
And then what happened was like a slow-motion dream. Jimmy began to stroke his monster prick, began rubbing it up and down with his small hand. He worked his overgrown cock with determination, squeezing what he could of it in one hand, and moving the cock-skin up and down along the hard shaft.
The long, supple muscles of his body stood out, doing a slow-motion dance under his thick skin as he put all his young energy into beating off his throbbing prick. He closed his eyes and swayed his blonde head from side to side. His ass-cheeks contracted rhythmically as he humped his loins. He breathed deeply, sighing at intervals. It took the boy only a few minutes to reach his climax.
Suddenly, without any warning, Jimmy threw his head backward so far that the ends of his long hair tickled his ass-cheeks. He opened his eyes and rolled them back. They were glazed over. He gasped, then let out a long, ecstatic moan. His purple cockhead swelled up as if it were about to explode, and the piss-slit gaped like a screaming mouth. His loins jerked, and an explosion of steaming white jizz flew in the air above the pool like slow-motion fireworks.
Jimmy howled, releasing blast after blast of jism high in the air. The heavy wads of cum hung above the pool in suspended animation, then drifted down softly and plopped in the still water, where they floated like puffy clouds. The boy grabbed his cock with both hands and pumped it hard. Again and again and again he spurted, yelping with ecstatic pleasure with each orgasmic burst.
The sweet scent of cum saturated the air of the pool room. Tina's nostrils flared. She licked her lips. She saw her son convulsing with pleasure, blasting his jism. She saw the thick white cum floating in the still, green water. She inhaled the fragrance of his jism. Her cunt contracted, and a spurt of hot pussy juice trickled from under the crotch of her panties and rolled down the insides of her trembling thighs.
Tina grabbed her burning pussylips. She longed to crush the exciting sensations from her throbbing, inflamed cunt. She went into a trance of lust. She shoved a finger up her cunt and fucked it in and out. Her eyes rolled back, and Jimmy went out of focus. She writhed as she finger-fucked her pussy. She was getting close.
Suddenly Jimmy dove into the pool. The noise of the splash whacked Tina back to her senses. She realized suddenly exactly what she was doing. A voice from deep in her mind whispered: That's your son-your own son! The voice filled her with shame. She pulled her finger out of her cunt and ran out of the house filled with guilt. That's your son, the voice repeated, your own flesh and blood.
Tina had been struggling since that day to control her lust. Her cunt throbbed and ached every time she looked at Jimmy, but the voice inside her whispered. The voice had had its way so far, but Tina's cunt was getting desperate. Some days Tina felt like throwing herself off a bridge.
Tina glanced at the clock. It was already going on three. In a few hours it would begin getting light, and she still hadn't slept. She lay back and tried to relax, tried for the hundredth time to drift off into dreamland, but the ache in her pussy just wouldn't quit. Rubbing herself off just didn't do the trick. Her craving went deeper than that-she needed cock. That was all there was to it. She wondered whether she'd ever sleep again.
She studied her naked body once more in the mirror. She felt unbearably sexy. She turned her back to the mirror and got up on her hands and knees, craning her neck to get a good look at her ass. It was a big, round, full, sexy ass, with a pinkish-brown, puckered ass-hole right in the center between the spread cheeks. It stared at her like the eye of a daisy.
She arched her back and forced her ass higher in the air. It looked even more sexy and seductive. Her hairy pussy gaped open, and the pink meat of her cunt lips glistened in the dim light.
Tina moaned with frustration. She knew there were millions of males out there, millions of beautiful young men and boys, millions of horny studs who would love to get a view of her ass and cunt like this, studs who would beg for the chance to slip their hot, aching cocks inside her.
Tina imagined them lined up waiting to fuck her, their big, hard, dripping cocks slapping against their bellies. One by one they mounted her, panting and moaning, drooling on her back. One by one they rammed their hot pricks up her cunt and fucked her until they shot their jism.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Tina whimpered almost in tears. "I can't stand this any more! I just can't go on like this!"
At that moment a car door slammed shut in front of the house. "Jimmy!" Tina whispered, leaping off the bed. Her heart pounded wildly.