Chapter 8
Joyce puttered around the house aimlessly, not really paying attention to what she was doing. Her mind was miles away, remembering the beach she and Jason had gone to the day before. He'd virtually shanghaied her into it. With the determination of youth he'd badgered her, and finally she'd caved in.
Joyce hadn't resisted his demands out of a sense of modesty or fear. She'd been trying to fight back, to regain control of a situation that was getting away from her. She wanted to maintain her domination of him, to guide the development of their relationship.
And, in the end, she'd lost. As she'd caved in to him she'd felt the last vestiges of control slipping through her fingers. But there hadn't been any glow of victory in his eyes, only an expression of satisfaction and self-assurance he'd never had before.
Joyce had tried to tell herself that the beach was only a compromise and that she'd be back in the driver's seat soon. But she knew she was lying to herself. She knew she'd lost. They would continue on the path Jason had set for them, regardless of how she felt. She had intimations of what this would mean, and it frightened her. She felt so totally helpless.
The beach itself had been an experience worth trying. She'd followed Jason's directions to a steep bluff, pulling the car into the makeshift parking area at the end of the dirt road. From the car they'd gone along a narrow path through the scrub. Then, below them, had opened a beautiful secluded cove. The cliff was high enough to make Joyce back away from the edge nervously. Here and there on the sand were towels, and brown bodies, but it was too far to determine the sex of the sunbathers. A few of the more venturesome souls were sampling the surf, and two surfboards bobbed gently beyond the breakers, their pilots waiting for the perfect wave.
Jason led the way down the path that wound precipitously down the bluff to the sand. Joyce kept her eyes resolutely on the path, terrified of falling.
Suddenly they'd arrived on the pale sand and Joyce glanced up cautiously. A few yards away two deeply tanned nude bodies lay soaking up the sun. The girl lay on her stomach, the man on his back. Joyce noted that even the man's cock was tanned. He looked horrifyingly healthy.
Tearing her eyes off the sight, Joyce looked around curiously. "There aren't any bathhouses," she noted apprehensively.
"Why should there be?" Jason asked. "Come on over here."
"Couldn't we go over there?" Joyce asked, pointing at a more isolated stretch of beach.
"Naw, this looks better," Jason insisted.
Joyce followed numbly along, trying to look casual, trying not to stare at the variety of nude bodies. She flushed when she noticed the wide variety of male organs visible, large and small, circumcised and uncircumcised.
"Here's fine," Jason decided, spreading a towel, then undressing. He stripped off his clothes as casually as if he were at home. Joyce fiddled helplessly with her towel, finally getting it spread so smoothly she couldn't pretend to be pulling out wrinkles any longer.
"Get undressed," Jason told her.
Joyce sighed with relief that at least he didn't call her "Mom". She'd felt that wouldn't be wise. Fortunately, he'd agreed. In fact, he seemed eager to pass her off as his date. Joyce found this flattering. Turning her back to the nearest people, Joyce began to undress, then saw a youthful couple only ten feet away watching her curiously. She turned again, only to find an elderly man sitting behind her, staring pensively past her out to sea. She was directly in his line of sight.
Joyce turned again. She wanted to crumple and cry. She was spinning like a dervish, making a total fool of herself. Steeling herself, she concentrated on undressing, studiously ignoring the people around her.
Finally she sank down on the towel, incredibly conscious of her nudity. She curled up so her arms and knees covered her as much as possible, and glanced around nervously.
No one seemed to be paying the slightest bit of attention to her any more. She felt like a complete klutz. But she still didn't uncurl, and kept herself as covered as possible.
Meanwhile, Jason, as cool as a cucumber, was spreading suntan lotion on himself, paying careful attention to the untanned portions of his anatomy. He'd tossed her the lotion, stretched out on his back, his hands under his head, and promptly dozed off.
His casualness and calmness had only made Joyce feel worse than ever. Fighting her modesy, she'd managed to spread suntan lotion on herself, taking a cue from her son and making sure she had plenty on the pale, sensitive areas that weren't usually exposed to the sun. No one had paid any more attention to her. She'd stretched out on her stomach first, feeling more protected that way; then, after a while, she rolled over on her back. She'd still had to battle to keep from trying to cover herself with her hands. Involuntary shivers had racked her from time to time, but finally they, too, had faded.
Joyce had felt a little disappointed. She tried to figure out why, then shook her head when she did. It was the total unsexuality of the entire scene that disappointed her. Nothing happened! It was just a bunch of naked people soaking up the sun. It was really a bit of a drag. She'd been expecting an orgy, and all there was was a volleyball game.
Feeling much more relaxed after this bit of cleverness, she'd let Jason entice her into the water, where they'd floated and paddled. One of the surfers zoomed past with his girl perched on his shoulders. The two of them looked marvelously free and graceful as they balanced on the board.
And that had been all that had happened. Joyce sighed at the memory. It had been a pleasant, relaxing, comfortable, and totally unexciting day at the beach. The only real difference at the end of the day had been the sting of a mild sunburn on her breasts, ass and hips, and no disgusting sandy bathing suit to rinse out.
Now she was wandering aimlessly around the empty house. It was Monday. Paul was at work. School was finished for the summer. Judy had disappeared early, and Jason not much later. Joyce was bored.
She thought briefly of going shopping, then discarded the idea. She just didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter. She could sunbathe, but the mild burn from the beach didn't make that idea very appealing. She thought of doing some housework, then realized there wasn't anything that really needed doing.
She wanted something, but couldn't decide what. She was too restless to settle down with the newspaper or a book or a magazine. She flipped through the TV schedule only to discover she wasn't even reading it. The whole situation was absolutely infuriating!
Then the back door banged, and Joyce whirled toward it, her spirits lifting.
"Hi, Mom!"
"Jason!" Joyce called, relief flooding through her. "What are you doing home?"
"It's lunch time," Jason answered blandly as she hurried into the kitchen. "You remember Mike, don't you?"
"Hello, Mike," Joyce greeted the boy. She hoped her voice was steady, and tried not to study him too obviously. He was tall, skinny, and had blond hair that was bleached almost white by the sun.
Joyce began to get lunch, keeping her back to the two teen-agers so her nervousness wouldn't show. "Is Judy going to be home for lunch?" Joyce asked. She'd tried to make the question sound casual, but it seemed to echo around the kitchen.
"Nope," Jason answered casually. "She said she wouldn't be home until dinner."
"Oh." Joyce felt a weird mixture of relief and fear at this. "All right."
Joyce knew what was coming, or at least knew how it was going to end up. But she didn't know how it was going to be set up, or when, or where, and the suspense was excruciating. She clattered a plate of sandwiches down on the table, her hand shaking violently. She helped herself to a beer after pouring milk for the boys.
She tried to act casual as she sat down at the table with them. "What are your plans for this afternoon?" she asked nervously.
Jason shrugged. "I thought maybe we could do some sunbathing. You know, like yesterday."
"Jason said I didn't need to worry about a bathing suit," Mike said, his voice cracking nervously.
"That's right," Joyce answered in a whisper when her voice failed her.
"We got a nice private backyard," Jason pointed out. "We can just spread some towels out, or maybe those old camping mattresses that are up in the attic."
"I got one down the other day," Joyce informed him.
"Mike and I'll get the other ones. How many are there?"
"Three more, I think. Be careful on the attic ladder."
"We will be. Come on, Mike. Mom'll get some towels and the suntan lotion out for us."
Joyce was on the verge of tears as she hastily cleaned up the kitchen. She felt so helpless! She knew what was going to happen, and couldn't do a thing about it. Her own nature wouldn't even let her run away. She located the suntan oil and beach towels and took them out to the backyard.
Jason and Mike appeared with the thin foam mattresses and spread them on the ground, In a few seconds Jason had snapped all four mattresses together to form one large pad.
He began to undress, tossing his clothes in a heap. "Come on, get undressed Mike."
"But, uh, a suit?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"I told you, you didn't need one," Jason answered.
"Oh! Like at the beach!"
"Yeah dummy," Jason replied. "What on earth did you think I meant? Mom, why don't you lie between us?"
"Between you," Joyce echoed numbly.
"You gonna sunbathe with us, too?" Mike asked.
"Sure, she is. Come on, Mom, get undressed."
"Yes, Jason," Joyce answered softly, slowly beginning to remove her clothes. She suddenly felt very hot and sticky. She didn't look at the two boys as she removed her blouse and skirt. She half-turned her back on them as she skinned her panties down.
When she turned around, she found that Mike and Jason were watching her. Her eyes went to their groins. They both already had erections, that neither was making any attempt to conceal. Joyce suddenly felt very much like a target.
"Right here, Mom," Jason instructed, patting the mattress next to him. "Lie on your stomach and I'll oil you."
Joyce felt dead and alive all at the same time. Her old shame and modesty were dead, while her new sexuality was more alive than ever. Following Jason's instructions, feeling Mike watching her closely, she stretched out on her stomach between them. Resting her cheek on her hands, she closed her eyes.
She felt a pool of cool oil between her shoulder blades and shuddered. Jason spread the oil slowly and tenderly over her back, and Joyce relaxed. The sun baked the tension out of her muscles, and the touch of Jason's hands on her bare skin was strangely relaxing.
Jason trailed thin driblets of oil down the backs of Joyce's legs. She sighed. The sun was so nice and warm, and she felt so pampered as her son massaged the oil into her skin. A slow, warm bum was developing in her groin and spreading through her body. Feeling loved and spoiled, the last of her tension melting slowly away, Joyce assured herself that Jason loved her and wouldn't do anything to degrade her.
Jason finished her legs and there was a short pause. Then his oil-covered hands were massaging her soft buttocks, and Joyce's excitement burned higher. He kneaded the soft mounds firmly and lovingly, working the oil into her skin. His fingers slid into the crack between the cheeks of her ass, touched bottom, and Joyce convulsed with passion. She was melting inside, softening into a warm pool of lust. She pressed her pussy into the mattress in an effort to increase the wonderful sensations burning through her. Then Jason stopped, sliding his hands slowly off her ass.
Joyce lifted her head, disappointment chilling her, and turned over on her back. She knew she didn't have to say anything to Jason. She posed for Mike. He was sitting right next to her on the mattresses. Joyce smiled up at him, resting her hands at her sides, bending one knee gracefully, sucking in her stomach slightly. She lay on her back, the warm sun flooding her nude body. She closed her eyes and savored the sensuous sexuality flooding through her.
Jason poured a pool of suntan oil between her breasts and started rubbing the oil downward and outward. Then his hands slid over her breasts, spreading the lotion over the soft masses, and Joyce sighed deeply at the feeling. Inside she was blazing hot. Smiling contentedly, she rolled her head slowly from side to side and almost purred with pleasure. She let her leg slide down straight, let her feet point outward, exposing her pussy to the sun, her son, and his friend.
Jason dribbled suntan oil on her belly, and Joyce restrained a giggle from the tickle. She quivered. Jason spread the oil lower, over the wings of her hipbones, then lower, into the bush of her pubic hair. Joyce groaned as her lust boiled up at the pressure of his hand on her pussy. She spread her legs wide, and Jason's fingers pressed into her crotch, but still didn't invade her slit. He put an even pressure on her pussy, and Joyce let lust flame through her. He was cupping her cunt in his warm hand in an incredibly exciting way.
For a brief moment, Joyce wondered how Mike was taking things. She looked at him and he licked his lips tensely, his eyes flickering over her rapidly as if he were trying to see everything at once. He looked fascinated, and a little scared. She smiled at him encouragingly.
Then Jason slid his finger into her cunt, and Joyce's eyes closed as an explosion of pleasure ripped through her. She turned herself completely over to Jason's petting and her own lust. The sun burned through her closed eyelids as her passion soared upward.
Then Jason's lips were at her nipples, teasing them, nibbling them, and Joyce nearly climaxed right then. The pure sexuality of the entire scene was almost too much for her. Her hips began to shift and stir restlessly. Her pussy was seeking something bigger and hotter and harder than the finger that was in it.
Jason suckled at one tit, then the other. She felt his body shifting until he was lying next to her. She blindly sought and found his hard cock and wrapped her fingers around it tightly. She milked it, stroked it and squeezed it. She needed it desperately.
Jason moved over her, covering her body with his, shielding her from the hot rays of the sun. His body felt cool and dry after the hot sun. His skin felt very smooth and slick against hers. He settled between her thighs and his cock slid toward the opening her cunt. Reaching down, she pointed his prick to the opening and felt him push it upward, burying the cockhead in her. Then he began to work it into her in slow, gradual stages. Joyce wrapped her arms around her son as he slowly drove his cock into her with pumping motions of his hips.
It was so welcome, so hot, so hard, so wonderful. Joyce savored every marvelous fraction of an inch of bulk as it slowly bored into her. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent, her open thighs providing a cradle for her son as he screwed his cock up into her. And she knew that Mike was watching the entire procedure carefully. The knowledge increased Joyce's passion. The exhibitionism of the act was the icing on the cake for Joyce. She roared upward to a climax that went on and on and on as Jason pistoned his staff in her steaming cunt.
Jason pumped his cock in and out of her, and Joyce felt her hips answering him. She was coming like a fouuntain, and her body was twisting, bumping and writhing under him. She tightened her streaming cunt around Jason's cock, feeling the big shaft burn along her slick folds. Reaching down, she cupped his tight, muscular ass, digging her fingers into the crack. She reached deep under him and found his balls and touched them, then pressed upward at the base of the sac holding them. She didn't know what her fingers were doing, but knew her instincts were right. She touched the tight knot of Jason's asshole and felt him drive into her harder and faster. She felt his balls tensing up; then he was pouring cock juice into her, the muscles in his ass jerking and straining.
Joyce hung on and milked every steaming drop out of her son's cock, striving to make the orgasm as wonderful as possible for him. Her own coming was like a river of fire tearing through her.
And, as long as her climax was, it wasn't long enough. She felt Jason's coming declining, and her own orgasm fading along with it, and knew it wasn't enough for her. Jason lay on her for a few moments, then rolled off, sliding his cock out of her, leaving her achingly empty. Blindly, desperately, she reached for Mike and dragged him down on top of her.
He was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded to her passionate kiss. He squirmed his body over hers as she opened hesrelf to him. He pushed and prodded at her awkwardly and ineffectually. Reaching down, Joyce guided his impatient cock into her. He jammed it in anxiously.
"Relax," she told him softly. "Take your time. I'll show you."
Mike shuddered and started to apologize. Joyce shushed him gently.
"It's all right," she assured him. "Just take your time. Feel how hot and slick I am?"
"I can't wait," Mike moaned, not in the mood for small talk. His hips were already beyond his control.
"Then GO!" Joyce said eagerly. "Let yourself go and just do what you want."
Mike responded like a race horse out of the gate. He began to screw Joyce so hard she was fighting for breath. Her excitement soared upward like a volcano until she was coming again, wildly and insanely. She felt Mike ramming at her desperately, then pouring semen into her, shoving at her as if he were trying to push his cock clear through her. His orgasm was harsh, hard, violent, his shots of semen blasting from him in short, sharp bursts to slam against the end of her cunt. Joyce hung on for a long, wonderful time until the youngster's spurtings slowly died away and the strain in his muscles eased.
"Wow!" he sighed, amazed.
"Marvelous," Joyce breathed softly. "Just marvelous."
"That was cool!" Jason exclaimed from beside them. "That really looked wild."
Joyce shook her head slowly. "I didn't even know you were watching."
"Didn't know I was watching! I practically had my head stuffed in your crotch."
At the thought of her son having his head in her crotch, Joyce shuddered. She remembered the wild Lesbian session with Barbara, and a spasm of desire ripped through her.
"Has either of you ever eaten a girl?" she asked the two teen-agers.
"Huh?" they replied in unison.
"Have you ever had oral sex with a girl?" Joyce repeated.
"What's that?" Jason asked.
Joyce felt a surge of power. There were still things she could teach her son, still ways she could control him. "You put your face between my legs and lick me down there," she said bluntly.
"Oh, sort of like we saw with...."
"Like we saw that time in the basement," Joyce interrupted quickly, before Jason inadvertently mentioned his sister and father in the same breath.
"Yeah, that's what I meant," Jason finished. "Only that was the other way around."
"What're you two talking about?" Mike asked, bewildered.
"You gonna do me that way?" Jason asked his mother.
Joyce gulped. She hadn't thought of it that way. She'd been thinking only of having Jason devour her pussy. Her stomach knotted at the thought of sucking her son's cock. "Will you do me that way?" she asked in return.
"Well...." Jason said, hesitatingly. "What does it taste like?"
Joyce batted that hot potato around in her mind. She didn't know if she should admit that she knew. But if she didn't, how would she get Jason to eat her out?
"How would she know?" Mike asked, rescuing her.
"If you do me, I'll do you," Joyce said quickly. "And if it tastes bad, we'll stop."
"Okay," Jason agreed. "You do me first."
Joyce froze. She hadn't figured on that. But she'd agreed. She remembered what it had been like having Barbara's mouth busy on her pussy, and wanted to feel that delicious agony again. But what if she did her son, and then he chickened out because he didn't like the taste? That would leave her high and dry.
"Why don't you both do it at once?" Mike asked.
"Sixty-nine!" Jason exclaimed, understanding flashing across his face.
Joyce felt as if the world had gone slightly mad. She was lying naked in the middle of the backyard with two nude teen-agers, debating oral sex. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Who wants beer?" Jason asked suddenly. "I might want to rinse my mouth out," he explained. He got up and returned from the kitchen in a few moments with three frosty cans. Popping the tops, he handed them out. Joyce half-drained hers immediately. As he settled back down on the mats Joyce felt the alcohol steam into her veins.
Mike took a sip of beer, made a face and set the can aside. Jason poured his down almost as fast as his mother had. In a few seconds his can was empty and he tossed it aside, then belched loudly.
"Sorry," he apologized.
Joyce smothered a burp of her own. "That's all right," she assured him formally. Her eyes kept straying to his cock. It was partially erect, nodding over his balls. She reached over and touched it gently, feeling how it was sort of hard, sort of soft. She licked her lips nervously. She was sitting facing Jason. She bent, bringing her face toward his crotch, her eyes fastened on the pink-purple head of his organ. A shining drop glistened at its tip, right at the pouting slit. Joyce felt her eyes starting to cross as she drew closer and closer; so she shut them and sought his cock blindly with her mouth.
The drop at the tip seemed to sting her lips when they touched it. She felt it clinging to her. Letting her lips open slightly, she pressed the head of the organ against her teeth. The shaft between her fingers began to swell and grow, pushing into her mouth, wedging her lips apart. She allowed the hardening prick to burrow deeper into her mouth. She unclenched her teeth and pressed her tongue against it, tasting the cum that had dried on it. Saliva flooded her mouth. She gulped. The motion made his staff grow faster. She rubbed it with her tongue and felt it respond eagerly. She heard Jason gulp and felt him stretching out on his back, his muscles slackening. Carefully, she let her body extend along his, her feet toward his head.
The sun was very warm on her bare back and ass. She was bracing herself on her elbows, her head hovering over her son's groin as she sucked his cock. The skin at the base of his cock felt very smooth and soft because of the lack of pubic hair.
She pressed his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. She pushed her head downward, driving his tool toward her throat.
She felt him writhing as his excitement grew. Now it was time. Moving slowly and carefully, not lifting her head from his cock, she got to her knees. Then she lifted one leg over his head to straddle him. Her cunt was right over his face. Slowly, so as not to intimidate him, she lowered her pussy toward his mouth, praying he would do it.
She kept stimulating his cock as best as she could as she lowered her pussy toward his mouth. She felt his warm breath on her thighs and knew she was getting close. His breath stirred her pubic hair and she whimpered deep in her throat.
Jason's arms slid around her thighs, his hands gripping her and guiding her. His tongue touched her pussy, pressing between the lips, and lust ripped through her like wildfire. She felt Jason's tongue stroke the length of her slit, and her passion roared like a blowtorch. Encouraged, she drove her head down on Jason's cock until it bruised the back of her throat. She started to gag, but managed to swallow instead. Saliva flooded her mouth. He tasted like her pussy and his cum, and she knew it, and that only made her feel wilder. She sucked, caving her cheeks in.
And Jason rammed his tongue into her cunt, hauling her hips down on him, his chin mashing her clitoris. Joyce was aflame from head to toe as Jason screwed his tongue in and out of her cunt. She felt his lips working, felt him driving his tongue into her as if he were trying to get to the bottom of her channel.
She bobbed her head on his cock, fucking her face on his prick, ramming his hot organ as deeply into her mouth as she could. She angled her head and rammed the head of his cock down her throat, her eyes watering as she gagged. She fondled his balls in their wrinkled sac, poking her fingers behind them to stimulate him even more. She felt something wriggling at her own asshole and suddenly realized Jason was poking a finger at the little bud. The sensation was stupendous, driving Joyce to a streaming orgasm that drenched her son's face in cum.
Joyce felt his balls tightening up, drawing up close to the base of his cock, and knew he was going to come. She wanted to pull her face away and let him shoot his load into empty air, but wouldn't allow herself to chicken out. Some perverted part of her wanted his cum to pour into her mouth and down her throat. She felt the cum ripping down the length of the cock in her mouth and gulped just before it slammed into the back of her throat.
She was coming wildly herself, and struggled to swallow Jason's cum as it poured out of his cock in thick, hard shots. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, as wave after wave of semen poured into her mouth. Her stomach knotted at the onslaught, but finally absorbed it without rebelling. And her own orgasm kept going and going and going as Jason chewed happily on her pussy, his jaw working wildly against her clitoris, his tongue reaming out her cunt.
Joyce could never decide afterwards how long the orgasms had lasted. It might've been seconds, minutes, or hours. All she knew was that finally she was swallowing only her own saliva, and that the cock in her mouth was a limp mass. Her own orgasm had faded to a satisfied ache and Jason was pushing her hips up off his face. With an exhausted groan, she rolled away from him and sprawled on her back. Spit and semen dried on her cheeks and chin as she fought for breath. She was exhausted.
She was full.