Chapter 6
"Hi, Mom," Jason called cheerfully as he came in the back door.
"Hi, yourself," Joyce replied without turning from the sink. "How was school?"
Jason dropped his books on the table with a thud. "Okay." Coming up behind his mother, he slid his arms around her. One hand cupped one of her breasts; the other arrowed down to press into her crotch. Joyce leaned back against him, warmth surging through her from his touch.
"Where's your sister?" she asked, wanting to head Jason off if Judy was going to be home soon.
"She's got a Pep Club meeting," Jason answered, pressing Joyce's breasts and digging his fingers into her pussy through her clothes.
Joyce was rapidly getting hotter. She could feel her son's cock prodding her through the many layers of material. "Is she likely to be home soon?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Not for hours," Jason replied, his voice deepening to a husky growl. He began to unbutton her blouse with amazingly knowing motions of his fingers.
Joyce was glad she'd given up wearing a bra as she felt her son's hands dive inside her blouse and slide over her bare skin. He captured one of her bare breasts and tortured it meticulously, sending waves of fire blazing through her.
He had been practicing his technique. While he petted her breasts, his other hand was at work on the fly of her shorts. He got it open easily, spread them wide and pressed his fingers down between her thighs. He scraped the lace of her panties over her excited flesh as she reached blindly back and linked her hands behind his neck, pulling his head forward over her shoulders so that she could press her cheek against his.
"Maybe we should go upstairs," she said softly.
"No way," he replied, still stimulating her. He was rolling one of her nipples in his fingers. He turned his head and nipped the side of her neck. Joyce's knees shook.
"Someone might see," she whispered.
"I know. Exciting, isn't it?"
A new wave of excitement surged through Joyce. The idea that someone might see them in the act increased the wantonness of the entire situation. Joyce closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her passion, feeling the sunlight that was streaming through the kitchen window warm her exposed belly.
Jason wormed his fingers inside her panties, down toward her steaming crotch. Pressing his finger to her slit, he found her clitoris and rolled it against her pubic bone.
Joyce nearly fainted. Releasing Jason's head, she reached down to shove her shorts and panties over the swelling of her hips. She had to get naked, but she couldn't bear the thought of dislodging her son's hands from her erogenous zones. She managed somehow to get her clothes halfway down her thighs without interfering with Jason's caresses. Then, by wriggling her legs, she worked her shorts and panties lower and lower, until they dropped around her ankles. She kicked them away frantically so she could spread her legs wide. She opened her cunt to her son as far as she could while still staying on her feet.
Jason raped his finger up into her cunt and pressed the heel of his hand down on her clitoris, and Joyce felt her juices fountain over his finger. She felt the warm sun on her bare belly and chest and her excitement increased even more. The only thing she had on was her blouse, and that was spread wide-open to give Jason unhindered access to her naked breasts.
"Just think," Jason whispered. "This is the last week of school. Then you and I'll be together every day."
"What about Judy?" Joyce reminded him.
"We'll get her out of the way," Jason answered confidently.
Joyce started to ask how, but her passion boiled up again, making thought of Judy impossible. "Oh, God, that's good. Where do you learn tricks like that?"
"You're a good teacher."
"Oh, do me," Joyce pleaded. She was leaning back against him, her feet spread, back arched, pelvis thrust forward to give him perfect access to her cunt. She groped back behind her and fumbled for his belt. Her fingers felt awkward as she unfastened his pants and spread them open. Then she found his hard cock, inside his underpants, and squeezed it with desperate need. She levered it out through the fly of his underpants so she could touch its hot, smooth surface. It seemed to burn her fingers and felt as hard as a ramrod. Judging by touch alone, it seemed as big as a rolling pin.
Jason let her play with him for a few tantalizing moments, then took his hands away from her crotch and her breasts. He pushed her upright and turned her around to face him, forcing her to let go of his cock. With a mature force far beyond his years he backed her around the kitchen, and up to the table until her buttocks bumped against it.
"We'll do it right here," he told her.
"Oh, God, yes," Joyce agreed, reaching for his underpants. She pushed them down and used the opportunity to marvel again at his wonderful cock. It had been only yesterday that she'd had it for the first time, but it seemed as if she'd been without it forever.
Jason moved closer, put his hands on his mother's shoulders, and pushed her down on the table.
Joyce let herself lie backward, the muscles in her stomach tightening as she did so. The table was cold under her back and buttocks except where her blouse was. She spread herself on the table like some sort of sacrifice, her arms flung wide, her knees spread to straddle her son where he stood in front of her. She looked up at him.
His eyes were fastened on her crotch. He leaned forward a little as he moved closer to her, aiming his cock into her bush. The table was just the right height for him. He didn't have to bend his knees or rise up on his toes, but could drill his cock right into her cunt as he leaned forward.
Joyce felt the head of his cock touch the gates to her cunt, and groaned with pleasure.
"I can see it go into you," Jason said softly.
"Oh, God, yes," Joyce whimpered. "Watch it go into me."
Jason pushed forward a little more, and Joyce felt her cunt being slowly w-edged open. She spread her legs farther open to give him better access.
"It's going in."
Joyce tried to visualize what he was seeing, tried to picture his strong young cock disappearing into her, and failed. She wished desperately that she could see, but there just wasn't any way. She almost wept for lack of a mirror. Then Jason pushed deeper, and pleasure wiped out her disappointment. She felt him penetrating deeper and deeper into her ready cunt, and held herself ready for the feel of his body pressing against hers, for the touch of the tip of his cock at the end of her vagina. He drove deeper and deeper, his cock hugged by the walls of her cunt. Spreading her arms, Joyce grabbed the edges of the table and held on for dear life as lust ripped through her.
Jason pumped deeper and deeper and deeper until, at last, he was entirely in her. Joyce tightened the walls of her vagina around the hot length of his cock, thrilling to the marvelous feeling of fullness it gave her. Jason felt absolutely magnificent in her. Her son was a big man in the way that it counted.
Jason paused and Joyce glanced up at him. He was staring down at where their bodies intersected at right angles. Joyce was on her back, Jason standing erect. They were doweled together by his cock in her socket.
Jason rose on his toes, without drawing back, and Joyce felt his cock lever inside her. The sensation was unbelievable. Jason dropped back down, and Joyce sighed with combined relief and disappointment.
Jason bent his knees and his cock levered in the opposite direction. Joyce cried out from the shock that ripped through her.
Jason twisted from side to side, and tears came to her eyes at the feeling of his cock grinding around inside her like some wild paddle stirring up her guts. She'd never felt anything like it before in her life. Jason's youthful willingness to experiment was opening up wild new worlds for her.
Jason drew his cock out of Joyce, then slid it back in, slowly. She knew he was fascinated by the sight of his organ disappearing into her pussy. Joyce wished desperately that she could see, too.
Jason slid his cock in and out of her with agonizing deliberateness. She reached down with one hand and found her clitoris. She manipulated it with her fingers while Jason watched. She didn't care if he watched her stimulating herself while he slid his cock in and out of her. She just wanted to feel better and better and better.
Jason seemed ready to go on slowly screwing her for the rest of the afternoon and right on into the evening. He added a new dimension to his moves by lifting up on his toes, or dropping down, bending his knees while he screwed her. This changed his cock's angle of attack until Joyce thought it was going to spear right through the walls of her cunt. It felt absolutely wonderful. He angled into her from side to side and top to bottom and Joyce roared still higher. She was astonished that he still hadn't come.
Jason leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of her as she lay on the table. He was still staring down to where his cock disappeared into her. His hips began to move faster and harder and his body began to smash against her harder, lifting her closer and closer to her peak.
Joyce tightened the walls of her cunt around his cock and felt it respond, felt it swell a little bit more. She knew he was getting close to his own orgasm and did everything she could to get him to it. She was soaring up to her own coming, though, which made it hard for her to concentrate on his. As her orgasm burst over her, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the explosion of pleasure that burned through her like wildfire.
She was beginning to come back from her orgasm when she felt her son tense up. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him as he loomed over her. His eyes were closed, his face sweating as he pumped and pumped at her. He jammed at her faster and faster and she felt the kitchen table swaying under her from the impact. He shoved into her hard, and Joyce hung on while he poured shot after shot of cum into her cunt, pumping her full of semen. Joyce felt some of his cum ooze out past the bulk of his cock and a secondary climax rocked her like the aftershock of an earthquake.
Joyce knew he was about to pull out of her. She reached out and trapped him, grabbing his waist and holding on, keeping his cock buried in her pussy. "Not yet," she gulped. "Just stay in me for a while."
"Aren't you done yet? I saw you turn all pink. I was sure you were done."
"I came," she assured him. "But it takes me a little longer to come down than it does you. Besides, what's the rush?"
"I'm hungry," Jason complained.
"Oh, Lord," Joyce groaned, half-humorously. "The appetites of a teen-ager are never slaked."
Jason backed out of her as she let go of him. "What does that mean?"
"It means that you're always hungry," Joyce said, getting up off the table. "Now, put your pants on before you start stuffing your face. And don't eat so much you'll spoil your supper."
Jason was already halfway through a cupcake. Cramming the last of it in, he retrieved his pants and pulled them up over his dripping cock. "Mom, you're a good fuck," he mumbled.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Joyce corrected as she fastened her shorts. "And on what basis are you making the comparison?"
"What do you mean?"
Joyce shrugged. "How do you know I'm good? You haven't had anyone else, have you?"
"Not yet," Jason admitted. "But I like you."
"I know," Joyce said, smiling. "I was teasing." But the thought of her son having anyone else bothered Joyce. She wanted to keep him all to herself. "There isn't anyone else, is there?" she asked fearfully.
"Naw," Jason admitted. "All the girls I know are too young and too dumb. You even try to kiss them and they run away screaming. They're real chicken."
"But you're not any more, are you?"
"Chicken of what?" Jason asked.
"Of sex," Joyce elaborated, for once ignoring his atrocious grammar.
"'Course not," Jason replied, swaggering. "I'm a man now. Aren't I?"
"Well," Joyce temporized. "You're getting there rapidly."
"Am I a good fuck, Mom?"
"You're a very good fuck," she answered truthfully.
"And you know, don't you? You've had other guys, haven't you? Not just Dad, I mean?"
"I've had a few," Joyce acknowledged.
"You know what, Mom? I'd like to see you fuck a guy sometime."
"You would? Why?"
Jason shrugged. "I can't really see what's happening when I do it myself. I'd like to see what it looks like."
"Oh." Joyce had to admit to herself that she found the idea intriguing. "Well, maybe someday." She hadn't forgotten his comment about bringing one of his friends home, but somehow she hadn't thought in terms of having Jason watch while his buddy made love to her.
"Mom, would you come to the game on Saturday?"
The question caught Joyce off guard. Normally, she would've dismissed the idea immediately. She had no interest in baseball, and never had. But she was struck by the thought that most of Jason's friends played ball. It would give her a chance to look them over.
"Why, I guess so," she answered slowly.
"I know you don't like baseball," Jason observed diplomatically. "But there's no reason to even try to talk to Dad any more. And I'd like to have someone there rooting for me. The guys keep asking me where my family is. It's getting kind of embarrassing."
"I imagine it is. Okay, I'll be happy to uphold the family honor."
"Thanks, Mom." Jason roared out of the room.
The next Saturday found Joyce perched on a hard wooden bench peering down at a dusty baseball diamond, trying to puzzle out the game. In self-defense she'd gone to the encyclopedia and read up on baseball. In her head she carried the picture of a ball park, little white tags marking the various positions on the field. She understood the object of the game, but the procedure seemed intolerably slow and dull.
The opposing team started the game at bat. Joyce watched curiously. Three outs in a row. Then Jason's team was up and he was sitting on the bench, waiting for his turn at bat. Joyce saw him poke the boy next to him and whisper something. The boy turned around and looked up at her. Then Jason jabbed the boy on his other side, and the same thing happened. Joyce sat up as straight as possible, trying to give as favorable an impression as she could.
There was a ripple of faces turning toward her as the word was passed from boy to boy down the bench. Joyce couldn't tell as much about the boys as she would have liked since they were all wearing baggy baseball uniforms. She studied their faces with interest.
As the game went on, Joyce found herself taking more interest as her understanding grew. Jason's team fell behind in the second inning, then managed to hold their ground. Jason didn't come up to bat until the second inning, and Joyce bit her nails nervously. Jason himself was obviously unsettled by his mother's presence and fanned futilely at three bad pitches. He started back to the bench, dragging the bat, head hanging. He looked up at Joyce and she smiled encouragingly. Then, on impulse, she sat up very straight and smoothed her blouse down over her breasts with a sensuous motion. Jason's face brightened and he grinned up at her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Joyce caught sight of one of the other boys eyeing her. His gaze on her, filled with obvious interest, made her hold her pose a few seconds longer.
When Jason got back to the bench, she saw him whispering with another boy, and her ears burned. She couldn't help wondering what they were talking about. They kept glancing up at her.
The game dragged on. Neither team scored. There was no appreciable action, and Joyce found herself dozing in the warm sun. She shook herself and tried to take an interest in what was going on on the field. Jason was watching her. She tried very hard to look interested. Then she gave up and posed for him again, enjoying the semisecretive long-range flirting. There was an element of excitement in hinting at the incestuous affair they were having where other people might detect it. Joyce felt pleasant prickles of excitement deep inside her.
Jason came up again in the fourth inning, and this time he seemed less nervous. He pounded the plate, crouched and waited for the first pitch with an expression of grim determination. He let it whistle past him. A ball. Joyce shouted encouragement.
The second pitch went past him for a strike and Joyce groaned. He hadn't even moved the bat.
Jason started to swing at the third pitch, but didn't. The fourth pitch he swung at and missed, and Joyce was sure he was doomed.
Jason settled his feet firmly, waiting for the pitcher to finish fiddling. The ball came whipping in from the mound, and Jason swung.
The sound of the bat connecting solidly with the ball sent a shock through Joyce and she leaped to her feet as Jason took off for first. His feet flew, kicking up spurts of dust.
The ball made a wide parabola and dropped cleanly into the mitt of the center fielder.
Joyce sighed and sank back down. Jason looked up at her and shrugged as he made his way to the bench.
Joyce reached up and unbuttoned one button of her blouse, trying to make it look as if she were doing it because of the heat. Jason's eyes flickered to the strip of skin displayed between her breasts, and licked his lips.
One of the other boys on Jason's team looked up at her and smiled.
Joyce felt excitement burst to life in her crotch.
And the game went on.
By the second half of the ninth inning, Joyce had just about given up hope. There hadn't been a run scored by either team since the second inning, though both had managed to get men on base from time to time. The sun was hot, and Joyce felt her face tanning slowly. She was in the last row of the bleachers, leaning back against the railing, her arms stretched along the bar. Her feet were extended straight in front of her, so she was almost lying on her back.
The first boy up on Jason's team went down swinging. Joyce sighed. Jason probably wouldn't even make it up this inning. He was sitting on the bench, his back to her. From the slump of his shoulders, she knew how discouraged he was.
The second batter rapped out a sharp grounder that skipped between first and second, and Joyce's mood improved as he arrived safely at first.
The third batter pounded the plate in a display of ferocity. He was walked, putting men on first and second. Joyce's hopes increased. If they both got home Jason's team would only be one run behind.
The fourth batter of the inning fanned the air futilely three times, and Joyce groaned, her hips sinking agin. One more out and it would all be over.
The fifth batter came up, and Joyce screamed encouragement to him. If he made it to base, Jason would be up. The batter swung easily, then crouched as if he were ready to pounce. Joyce began chewing on her knuckles nervously.
The pitch came and the boy rapped it sharply out toward left field. It skipped across the grass as he sprinted for first. The runner on second rounded third in a rush and headed for him. The left fielder scooped up the ball and hurled it after him. Runner and ball arrived at home simultaneously in a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, the umpire's arms were spread low. The run counted! Jason's team was still alive, with men on first and third. The crowd went wild.
Jason came up to the plate, nervously waggling two bats. Turning away, he tossed one toward the bench, then stepped into the batter's box. He darted a quick nervous glance at Joyce. She nodded encouragingly. The tying runs were on base, Jason could provide the winning margin. Joyce scratched her throat nervously, then ran her fingers inside the collar of her blouse.
Jason let the first pitch go by. A ball.
The second pitch was a ball, too, and Joyce sighed. She hoped he wouldn't just walk.
Jason swung at the third pitch and missed. Joyce got scared. If Jason struck out now they'd lose the game, and he'd blame himself. He stepped back out of the batter's box and scuffled his feet. Then he looked up at her. Joyce tried to put a special message of encouragement in her eyes; then, deciding that wasn't enough, she slid her hand slowly and sexily to the next button on her blouse and released it. She felt her blouse spread open to display more of her chest. Jason's face lit up; then he tore his eyes off her and stepped back into the batter's box.
The fourth pitch came at him, so high and outside the catcher had trouble handling it. Jason looked up at Joyce and grinned nervously. She reached for the next button on her blouse and eased it open. One button left.
Jason braced himself for the next pitch. It came at him and he swung. There was a sharp crack and Joyce's heart stopped beating. Then she relaxed as the ball sailed back in a towering lazy foul ball that dropped out of play behind the bleachers.
Jason watched the ball grimly, then stepped out of the batter's box and looked at his mother again. Joyce reached down and unfastened the last button of her blouse. Jason licked his lips. The only thing keeping the blouse over Joyce's breasts was the tails which were tucked into her shorts. Joyce could see ony her son now. She didn't know if anyone else on the field or in the stands was looking at her, and she didn't care. She slid her hand inside her blouse and fondled one of her breasts sensuously, then licked her lips hungrily.
Jason took a deep breath.
Joyce let her legs spread slowly in obvious invitation, bracing her feet on the seat in front of her. She could feel the warm sun and soft breeze on her skin where her blouse was open, displaying most of the inner curve of her breast. Her nipples were hard, and without looking she knew they made prominent little bumps under her blouse. She spread her arms along the railing of the bleachers again to give Jason a totally unhindered view of her.
Jason's smile flashed white in his tan face, an animal grin of knowledge and eagerness. He stepped back into the batter's box and faced the pitcher.
The pitch came in like a streak. Joyce knew what was going to happen even as Jason's muscles rippled under his uniform. The bat came around in a blurring arc and the sound of it meeting the ball jolted through Joyce. Jason let the bat drop as he headed for first base, not even hurrying. The left fielder dropped back and back and back, then turned and watched the ball sail far beyond the low fence marking the limits of the field.
Jason rounded the bases with an easy, confident grace. The stands went wild. Joyce sat in the midst of the turmoil, outwardly calm, her insides coiling with excitement. The bleachers began to empty around her and she got slowly to her feet. As she stepped gracefully from bench to bench, she refastened her blouse. Her crotch felt warm and wet with excitement. She was dimly aware of the eyes of some of Jason's teammates on her as she made her way straight toward him.
"Hi, Mom! How'd you like it?" he asked proudly.
"You were wonderful," she said honestly. "Thanks."
"Would you like to go and collect now?" she asked, knowing he would understand.
Jason licked his lips and took her arm in an unusual public display of affection. "The sooner the better. I hope nobody's home."
"So do I," Joyce admitted fervently.
She tortured herself by maintaining a safe, easy speed as she drove home. She was burning with desire for her son, and knew he felt the same way. She felt her anticipation building until it was hard to breathe. Jason was sitting close beside her, trying to look nonchalant, fiddling nervously with his baseball glove. At the traffic light Joyce took one hand off of the steering wheel and stroked his thigh sensuously, ignoring the curious look of the driver of the car next to them.
They maintained the same tense closeness all the way into the house from the car. Joyce held a finger to her lips as they made their way to the basement stairs and listened carefully. Paul's car wasn't in the drive, and there was reassuring silence.
Once in the playroom, they didn't even look at each other. Jason dropped his mitt and began to undress, as Joyce fumbled with her own clothes. In a few seconds they were both naked, their eyes raking hungrily over each other.
Joyce never ceased to be amazed at the beauty of her son's body. And her own fiery reaction to it continually astonished her. No one else had ever appealed to her as much. He was so clean, and graceful, and young.
Jason licked his lips as he looked at her. Joyce stood straight and proud, and let her legs part slightly. He started toward her, slowly at first, then quickly. She went to meet him. Their bare bodies slapped together in a lust-filled clap as they wrapped their arms around each other. In a wild, passionate embrace, they sank to the floor. Joyce fell backward, guiding Jason between her spread thighs. She felt the cold hardness of the floor against her back, the warm smoothness of her son's body on top of her.
Then the hot shaft of his cock was sliding into her ready channel, driving all other sensations out of her mind. She accepted him, welcomed him, thrilled to him as he bored his cock into her cunt. She wrapped herself around him, hugging him tightly to her. He smelled to sweat and dust from the ball game, and the skin of his shoulder tasted salty where she was nibbling on it.
The screwing he gave her was slow, unhurried and skillful. Joyce strove to make it as good for him as it was for her, tightening her pussy around his cock, keeping her hands moving, constantly caressing him. As he worked his cock in and out of her, Jason squirmed her body against her, torturing her breasts with his weight. He writhed against her like a snake, all the while pumping his cock in and out of her with skillful driving thrusts of his hips.
Joyce soared up and up and up, until she knew her orgasm was inevitable. She prayed Jason would come, too, as she roared up to her flashing, glittering peak. And she was rewarded when she felt him tense and pour his load of cum deep into her cunt.
Clinging tightly together, they came and came and came, simultaneously, gloriously. Jason's climax kept Joyce's going, and she knew the knotting of her own body was intensifying Jason's coming. It was a long, wonderful time before it faded, leaving them both panting and content.
"I think you just hit another home run," Joyce sighed.
"A grand slam," Jason agreed.