Chapter 1
Nancy leaned into the car to retrieve her packages.
The group of boys standing on the lawn fell silent. She didn't see them looking but she felt their eyes on her. Her full skirt lifted a few inches past her knees and the boys looked hard at her nyloned thighs.
What the boys didn't know was that Nancy wanted them to look. She leaned over as far as she could, wishing her dress would lift clear up to her panties. She felt the familiar tingling thrills as they looked at her. Her nipples had already been hard but now they felt as if they wanted to burst.
She remained leaned over for a long time and she giggled to herself as she made her ass wiggle. She heard an exaggerated moan from a boy and she smiled as she started drawing the packages across the seat.
Then her dress was suddenly flung up and over her ass!.
For a moment, Nancy froze, a long, low whistle of appreciation came to her.
Now the boys were looking at not only her long, slim legs encased in sheer nylon, but also the creamy flesh of her naked thigh tops, the straps of her garter belt, and her tiny, fragile panties. Nancy couldn't swallow the soft moan that came into her throat. Her cunt immediately swelled and her clitoris turned very hard.
Pretending embarrassment, she pulled her packages from the car and shoved her dress down. When she turned, every eye was still on her. She saw her nephew, Greg, looking at her just as hard as the other boys, and at his side was her son, Stevie.
It was for them she had wantonly displayed herself. The gust of wind that had whipped her skirt past her ass had been an added benefit. She had not counted on that wind but, since it happened, she was delighted. She could not have planned it any better if she had tried.
Nancy was very close to her son. They talked openly about things and when her son boldly asked her about sexual matters, she replied just a boldly. Stevie was getting very interested in the erotic, which interested and pleased Nancy. Stevie made no pretense about looking up her skirts every chance he got and Nancy let him. Whenever she caught Stevie peeking, she would open her knees so he could perhaps see the shadow of her panties. She often went about the house without her blouse, wearing a bra, but keeping her lower half covered. Once or twice, she had allowed her son to see her tits as she dressed, but usually she turned her back, usually making sure he could see her reflection in the mirror.
Stevie's cock would become hard, bulging inside his shorts or jeans. Nancy took delight in knowing she could make her son's cock hard, knowing he wanted to do something with it, do something with her.. . fuck her, perhaps.
The thought of taking her son's cock in her hand, feeling it, squeezing, sent wild ripples of excitement through her. If she thought about it bud enough, and she did often, her cunt would become wet and hot and a few times she had come just from thinking about her son's cock. She had seen it a few times, simply by walking in on him while he was in the tub. Stevie had never tried to hide his prick, letting it show as if proud of it.
She wasn't bothered with thoughts of wanting to fuck her son, nor was she bothered by her teasing him. She liked showing herself off, liked the way her son looked at her, his young eyes hot and yearning. It had been a harmless thing-in the beginning. But it wasn't so harmless now because now she wanted his cock more and more each day. It seemed a waste to her that when she teased Stevie with her body and made his cock turn so hard, he had to beat off later that night. Jacking off was a waste, Nancy thought, a waste of precious, thick come juice.
To watch her son jack oft to see him pump on his lovely had cock, his fist going up and down, his sweet bails naked and swinging while she fondled her cunt, fingering it, coming to orgasm after orgasm. It could be a hell of a lot of fun. But jacking off alone and linger-fucking wasn't any fun at all.
It was better to do that sort of thing with another watching, joining in. Being an exhibitionist and a voyeur, now that was exciting to Nancy!
Holding the packages to her fits, she flashed a warm smile at the group of boys, calling a greeting to her son and nephew as she entered the house. She wasn't bothered because Greg had seen her dress blow up, too. Greg knew how to keep his mouth shut.
It was Greg who had spent time with her immediately after her divorce, paying more attention to her than Stevie had. Stevie didn't seem to miss his father much but she had gone through a bad time. Her nephew, with a wisdom far beyond his teenaged years, had provided her with the comfort she had needed during that time.
As she set her packages on the counter in the kitchen, she heard the door open and close, then her son came into the kitchen. He was in his cutoff shorts, old and faded and fringed. His bare chest and young legs glistened with sweat. She turned and smiled at him over her shoulder.
"That was a good show, Mom!" He grinned at her. "We saw your panties, too."
Nancy turned to face her son, leaning on the counter. Her smile spread wider, her green eyes glowing. "Did you like it, honey? I wore these panties just for you."
Stevie grinned as his eyes fixed upon his mother's rounded tits, seeing her nipples straining at the thin material of her dress. Nancy's eyes moved down his sweating chest to the front of his cut-offs. She loved the beautiful lump his cock and balls made. Stevie was still very young, but he had a delicious, mouth-watering bulge in his pants. She ran her tongue across her lips suggestively, watching her son's grin spread across his young, handsome face.
"One of these days, Mom," he said. "One of these days.
"One of these days what, baby?" she asked, her voice low as she gazed at the lump of his shorts.
"You're gonna get it," he replied.
"Oh? Just what am I going to get, honey?"
"You'll find out," he grinned.
Then he turned and she heard him run down the hail. She busied herself putting away the few things she had bought, then decided .a shower would be nice.
She found her son in her room. He was standing near her dresser, holding a pair of her tiny panties in• his hand.
"Those are new," she said.
Stevie held her panties up, looking at them. "You can see through them, Morn."
"I know," she smiled. "I was going to wear them later tonight for you."
Then Stevie did something he had never done before. He pulled his cock from the fringe of his shorts!
Nancy gasped, but not with shock. Her eyes widened as she stared at his cock. They had not gone this far before and Nancy's legs became weak, wobbling somewhat. A fife started between her thighs and she felt her cunt dripping into the crotch of her frilly panties. Stevie stood boldly, holding her panties in his hand, his cock jutting out sweetly. The head was round and smooth, she saw, and the shaft longer and thicker than she had imagined. Those few times she had seen his cock it had not been hard. Now she noticed a glistening bead of fluid at the tiny slit of his rigid prick.
Looking at his mother's new pair of panties, Stevie closed his fist about his cock and squeezed. Nancy's eyes smoldered as she watched. The excitement she felt was overpowering. This was better than just flashing her son. It was so much better to see his cock out, nice and hard, his fist around it. She wasn't surprised that she was excited about watching him holding her new pair of panties, either. Most things like that excited her. Her ex-husband bad enjoyed using her panties to jack off, wrapping them about his cock and balls and then coming in them. She had enjoyed watching him do it and now her son seemed to be moving in that same direction.
"Rub my panties on your cock," Nancy whispered.
Stevie glanced up at his mother. He saw the expression of lust on her beautiful face and the moist heat in her eyes.
"Rub my panties on your cock," she said again, her voice coming out in a soft, low, whisper. "Please, Stevie, rub my panties on it... let me watch you."
Stevie flashed a grin at his mother, then draped the new nylon panties around his cock. They hung there, looking lovely to Nancy. The head of his cock showed past the nylon, bulging and shining.
"Do it with my panties, honey," she. whispered, her right hand moving up her shaking stomach. "Do it on my panties."
Stevie, without any embarrassment, closed his fist about his mother's panties and began to stroke back and forth. Nancy made a soft, Wet, gurgling sound, her hand cupping one of her straining tits now. Her eyes appeared unfocused, but she saw his cock clearly.
"Oh, that's lovely," she hissed, her feet starting to move.
Nancy stared at her son's cock, watching the head appear from his fist. She moved toward him slowly on her trembling, legs and then paused about four feet away, slowly inching her dress up her thighs. She jutted her hips forward, licking at her lips, her eyes blazing on his cock. She drew her dress up past the tops of her nylons, the creamy flesh drawing her son's eye. Neither of them had ever been this blatant before, but neither of them could stop now.
"It's beautiful, Stevie! Ooo, it's so sweet, so lovely!"
Stevie squeezed his cock, feeling the nylon of his mother's panties, rubbing, caressing. A string of juice dripped downward from his piss hole.
"Lift your dress higher, Mom," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "Lift it way up."
"Oh, yes!" Nancy murmured.
She pulled her dress to her waist and Stevie stared at the bulging crotch of her new panties. He saw the dark shadow of her pussy hair through them, the curls showing above the elastic waistband. Holding her dress up with one hand, she teased herself by dragging her other hand up along the bulging crotch of her panties. She began to breathe heavily, her fits rising and falling, her eyes burning on her son's cock. Stevie gazed at his mother, watching her hand play about the crotch of her panties.
"Let me!" Nancy hissed, stepping next to her son and falling to her knees at his side. "Let me do it for you, baby!"
Her right hand moved up his sweaty thigh and Stevie turned his cock loose. With a strangled sob of pleasure, Nancy closed her hand about her son's cock, pressing her nylon panties tight against it.
"Ooo, so hard!" she whispered, moving her fist back and forth on her son's cock, watching the head bulge. "You're so hard, baby! So very hard!"
Stevie stood and watched his mother's right fist jerking on his cock. His balls felt full and tight inside his cut-offs and he wanted to let them drop out but he wasn't sure how far he could go with his mother.
Nancy breathed quickly, her fist moving back and forth on Stevie's cock. Her cunt was very wet and now the crotch of her tiny panties was soaked through. Her clitoris was almost painful with hardness, the tip pressing at the nylon of her panties. She squeezed her son'& cock, hissing with delight as she watched the head swell. His piss hole opened wide, more liquid dripping from it.
Stevie wanted to touch his mother, wanted to touch her tits. He was pretty sure he could, since his mother was jacking his cock, but still he hesitated. He thought it would be okay, but he wasn't absolutely certain.
Nancy covered the head of his cock with the crotch of the panties, the way her ex-husband used to do. She jerked her fist on his cock, unable to see the head. Only the~ outline of his cock showed through the panties. Her left and stroked up his sweaty thigh, her fingers about the edge of his, young ass, her right fist moving faster and faster. Then she was pounding on her son's cock, making squealing sounds, her eyes burning brightly. She dipped her face and ran the tip of her tongue along his thigh, tasting the young sweat on his flesh.
"This feels better than when I do it, Mom," Stevie said, half giggling.
"I know, baby," she whispered throatily. "It always feels better when someone else does it for you. Can you come, Stevie? Can you shoot it off?"
Stevie nodded, thrusting his hips outward, trying to fuck his mother's fist.
"Do it, then!" Nancy hissed with hot pleasure. "Let me see you come, Stevie! Come in mother's panties!"
Her fist moved faster, holding his prick tightly.
Stevie placed a hand on his mother's shoulder, his legs starting to shake. His bails became, tight, writhing inside his shorts. His cock was straining, getting bigger than he remembered it ever being before. The nylon panties clung to the swollen cockhead and he saw a spot of wetness forming on them where his piss hole touched.
Again Nancy licked at his thigh, circling the tip, enjoying the sweaty taste of his flesh. She kept her eyes on his cock as she jacked him, thought. His mother's tongue felt hot on his skin. It felt good the way she licked it, her tongue moving up and down his thighs, her fist pumping on his cock. He liked the way her fingers touched and caressed just under his shorts on his ass but best of all, he liked the tight way she jacked on his cock.
Nancy wanted to see her son come more than anything. She wanted to see his thick, sweet, young come juice bubble from his cock and soak into the crotch of her new panties.
"Come, darling!" she urged in a low voice. "Come in mother's panties, Stevie! Please, baby, let me see you come• off in my panties!"
"I will, Mom," he grunted. "I won't be able to stop. it!"
"Don't!" she hissed, jacking frantically now, thrilled to hold his throbbing prick in her fists "Don't stop it from happening! Come, Stevie! Ohhhh, I want to see you squirt into my panties!"
Stevie dug his hands into his mother's shoulder. He was holding his breath, very close to coming. The pleasure-ruin in his balls became greater, tormenting him with the urgency of Un'-.
Nancy, her cunt boiling between her thighs, jacked her son's prick in a frenzy, shaking with excitement, anticipating making him come off into her panties. She swirled the tip of her tongue about his thigh feverishly, her eyes never straying from his cock. With a whimper, she shoved the tip of her tongue past the fringe of his cut-off's, flicking it higher on his hip. Her fingers on his ass slipped underneath his cutoffs, fee4ng the muscled swell of his ass cheek, caressing the crease where it folded to his thigh. She felt her son's body shaking and knew he was about to gush come juice.
"Morn, it's gonna happen!" Stevie grunted. "It's gonna happen! I'm about to come, Mom!"
"Do it!" Nancy urged. "Ohhhh, baby, come! Let it go... let it squirt out, Stevie!"
Stevie groaned and his cock discharged.
Nancy felt her son's prick throb with power and she pumped as fast as she could, watching the crotch of her panties become soaked with his come juice. She gasped in delight, feeling her cunt burning, the hair-lined lips puffy and twitching. Her clitoris burned but she didn't come. She gazed at her panties watching them wet with her son's come juice.
"Ooooo, so sweet! So sweet!" she hissed, squeezing his cock at the base, making him spurt stronger. "So lovely! So sweet, watching you come off in-mother's panties)"
Stevie's legs felt rubbery by the time he
• finished coming. His cock went soft in his mother's hand and she released it. She removed her panties from his prick, placing them on the foot of the bed. His cock glistened wetly as she stuffed it back into his shorts. She patted it, then gave his ass a gentle pinch. Getting to her feet, she hugged her son tightly for a moment, then slapped his ass playfully.
"Go play, you horny kid," she said, grinning lewdly at him. "I'm going to shower and get this sweat off me."
Stevie stood and watched his mother undress. As always, she turned her back to him, but this time Nancy removed her clothing completely. Stevie watched her wiggle her ass as she pulled her tight panties down. His mother's ass was curvy and tight, with lusciously swelling cheeks of the creamiest of smooth flesh. She stood in her garter belt and nylons, looking over her back at him.
"That's enough show for now," she said in a low voice. "Goplaywithoregbeforcl..."
"Before you what, Mom?" he asked, his eyes fixed upon the sweetness of his mother's naked ass, emphasized by her garter belt and nylons.
"Never mind, just get out of here," Nancy said.
Stevie made a giggling sound, slapped his mother's naked ass, and left.
Nancy stood where she was, feeling his cock still in her hand and his playful slap on her ass. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her fits jutted up, firm and shapely, light-brown nipples rigid. The fan-shape of her dark cunt hair framed a juicy cunt and she could see the wetness gleaming on the hair.
She removed her garter belt, then sat on the edge of her bed and roiled her nylons down. Her panties caught her eye and she picked them up. The crotch was soaked with her son's come juice and she stared at it for a long time, then lifted them to her face. She sniffed, taking in the exciting scent of her son's come juice. Her cunt clutched and she almost came.
"Sweet come juice," she whispered to herself. Then, with a soft cry, she rubbed the crotch of her panties against her lips, smearing her son's came juice about her mouth, her chin, her cheeks. She closed her eyes as rapture burned through her slender body. Wit another cry, she stuffed the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking hungrily, tasting the juices of her son's young balls. She rammed a hand between her thighs and clawed at her swollen cunt.
Nancy began coming immediately. She came and came, sucking the come juice from her panties, tasting her son's cock on them. The come juice burned on her tongue and she sucked the crotch hungrily, swallowing.
And she kept coming for what seemed hours.