Chapter 3
Through the thin walls of the summer cottage, Dottie could hear practically every move Steven made in the adjoining bathroom. She knew, by the sound of the running water, that he was under the shower. His voice rose periodically to sing the chorus of a song Dottie didn't recognize. He was happy, she told herself, and that was the important thing. It convinced her more than ever that she had done the right thing for him. For him, she emphasized the point for the sake of her conscience. But the boy's reaction was more than she had hoped for, or imagined possible, and it fanned the flames of her own enthusiasm.
The feel of his hot, thick organ still tingled in her hand. She relived the satisfaction of caressing his smooth, firm buttocks, knowing now that it brought her son as much delight as it gave her. Unfortunately, the dampness that flushed into the crotch of her slacks had not been a totally satisfying orgasm, she realized. But it wasn't bad for a start, she told herself happily.
Just as she was about to change her slacks, the front door slammed with a loud bang. Dottie grabbed her sweater from the dresser and pulled it on as she half-ran from the bedroom. Steven was still in the shower, she noted as she raced to see who had come in. The thought that Steven had fallen crossed her mind, as well as the fear that they were being burglarized.
"Nancy! What are you doing back so soon?" Dottie asked with surprise and relief. "You scared the life out of me!" She started to scold the girl, but saw Nancy was already upset about something, causing Dottie to forget her own anger.
"You wouldn't believe it, Mom!" Nancy blurted out, fighting back tears of rage. "They were like animals ... the girls too ... all they were interested in was sex! They were going to have an orgy ... and ... and didn't bother telling me in advance! I had to fight like a wildcat to keep from being raped!"
"Are you all right?" Dottie asked in a soft, motherly-sounding voice, hoping to calm the excited girl.
"Yes! I'm okay. ... At least now ... that it's over. But can you imagine that? Just taking it for granted that I'd go along with an orgy? Not caring who, what, or where?"
"There's no sense getting yourself sick over something that almost happened and didn't."
"Oh! If only I was a man ... I'd show those ... those bastards!" Nancy growled. "The nerve of them!"
"Please, honey, calm down," Dottie repeated, understanding her daughter's rage, but also knowing that almost every girl goes through these ordeals. And she wanted Nancy to know she understood, that she had compassion and wasn't trying to sound like a typical mother giving "I-told-you-so" advice. "You won the battle, pet.... Now try to forget it. You know, write it off as a bad experience...."
"Grrrr..." was all Nancy could manage. The injustice was too much to swallow, she thought and stormed off toward her room, consumed with thoughts of revenge. She slammed the bedroom door behind her, then suddenly opened it again and asked her surprised mother, "Where's Steven? There's one bastard I'd like him to punch in the nose for me!"
"Steven's taking a shower," Dottie snapped back, adding in a firm tone of authority, "When you calm down, we'll discuss this. But I don't want you to get your brother involved."
"Okay," Nancy conceded, still furious at the injustice, but managing to bring it under control. "I should have insisted on bringing Steve along. It's all my own fault. But when I suggested it to them yesterday ... well ... they said he was just a kid.... And the way he acts sometimes ... I ... I had to agree. If only I knew!" They she turned and slammed the door again.
Dottie barely got out a sigh of relief when Steven appeared at the bathroom door, still naked and apparently trying to see what all the commotion was about. Now the sight of his naked body shocked Dottie and she waved her arms wildly, telling him to go back, pointing to Nancy's room, so he'd know his sister was there. Confusion was still written all over his face as he slowly stepped back into the bathroom.
That's not like him, Dottie told herself as she fetched a robe from the boy's room. I'd better have a talk with him, before we go any further ... about when and where to exercise a little modesty. She opened the bathroom door enough to pass the robe in to him and tell him, with a finger to her lips, that he shouldn't say anything. Then she quickly returned to her own room to change. The thought of Steven stepping naked from the bathroom amused her. How quickly he abandoned his old ways, Dottie thought with new delight. If it wasn't for Nancy's presence, she would encourage her son to walk around the house naked all the time. The thought was intoxicating as she envisioned Steven walking around the house nude, giving her every opportunity to express her affection and fascination for his growing body.
Meanwhile, Steven was in his room dressing and weighing similar thoughts about his mother. His experience in her room had been the most memorable of his life, he decided. In the course of a few minutes, his mother had brought him the most delicious, unexpected thrill of his life. It was almost impossible to remember what she had done, but the sensation of being touched was vivid in his mind, and he got hot flashes thinking about it. She had swept away the frustrations that had been locked inside him for years, with the simple touch of her dainty, delicate hands. A chill ran up his spine as he thought about her warm hand on the cool skin of his buttocks.
Steve's thoughts lingered on the image of his beautiful mother standing before him, allowing him for the first time to see her in a bra and not making him feel as though he would turn to stone for looking. He could feel the heat building in his pants again, but it wasn't as frustrating as it had been in the past. It felt good now. At least he didn't have to hide the embarrassing bulge from one person, he thought with relief. His mother didn't condemn him for the joke nature had played on young men with overactive glands, he told himself. He could almost feel the feather-light touch of her dainty fingers on the steaming-hot shaft of pulsing meat. Play it cool, man! Don't do or say anything to make her mad.... Don't fuck up now!
A twinge of guilt ruined Steven's daydream. He had been compelled by an inner force to peek through doors and sometimes windows, to find answers about naked women that seemed to haunt him. He dreaded getting caught, but couldn't help himself. Now that his mother had finally caught him in the act and had shown an unbelievable understanding, Steven was tormented by the guilt feeling of deceiving her. She was trying to be helpful, he condemned himself, while all he was interested in was satisfying a lust for female flesh. Any female flesh! Even his own mother's! And before this morning, his sister's sensational body was constantly on his mind. Understanding a boy's curiosity was one thing, he convinced himself; but if his mother ever suspected the lust that went with it, she would hate him for it!
"Steven," his mother's voice called from the kitchen, cutting through his thoughts with a sharp pain, as though she had just discovered his secret. "Lunch is on the table!'
"Okay!" he answered nervously. "I'm coming." He took a deep breath, collected his courage and put on an air of being in a good mood. Then he opened the door to his room and sauntered out to the kitchen.
"From now on I want you to stick close to me!" Nancy blurted out as he walked into the room. The tone of her voice was unusually commanding.
"HUH!" he gulped.
"I almost got raped this morning!" Nancy hissed, gritting her teeth in anger. "From now on we stick together. . .."
"She's just upset," Dottie explained in a soft, reassuring voice. "She had a bad experience...."
"Those bastards!" Nancy interrupted, not wanting her fury to be written off as nothing more than a bad experience.
"Nancy!" Dottie shot back. "You don't have to use that kind of language...."
"Oh, Mom, please. You treat us like little kids. If you ever heard the language Steve uses at school, you wouldn't think he was an angel with virgin ears."
Dottie didn't argue the point. She saw Steven blush at his sister's remark and knew it was her own fault for the barrier that kept them from expressing themselves more openly. The time had come to stop treating them like little children anyway, she decided, thinking how it would also help Steven see her more as a friend than a mother.
"As soon as I got in the car, some sonofabitch grabbed my ass," Nancy continued, determined to speak as she pleased, even if her mother objected. "I couldn't tell which one did it and figured it was just some sneak trying to show off. There must have been ten of us in that carl The girls had to sit on their laps, which should have been my first clue...,
"Anyway, as soon as we got moving I noticed one girl already had her sweater pulled up around her neck, with her tits sticking out for all to see, while the guy behind her squeezed and played with them ... just like nothing was happening. And the next thing I know, I've got more hands on me than I can handle. They were trying to undress me right then and therel And those fff ... fff ... friggin' whores were all giggling.... That's when I started screaming for them to let me out. At first, no one paid any attention ... giving those bastards a chance to have a good feel ... until I started kicking and scratching! Then they finally got the message and let me out."
"Wow!" Steven gulped. "How'd you get back?" 34
"This guy in a pick-up truck ... which had been behind us most of the time ... saw what was happening and stopped to see if I was okay. We were about ten miles up the road by then. He offered me a lift back ... and seemed like a nice guy ... and it was raining like hell ... so I got in the truck...."
"Did he try anything?" Steven asked eagerly, wishing he had been along for the car ride and hating himself for making such a bad impression on the beach.
"No..." Nancy said in a more controlled, normal voice. "He was a nice guy. We were close to where he had to make a delivery, but he even "offered to bring me home first. I wouldn't let him though ... so he made the delivery and then took me to a diner for coffee.... Would you pass the mustard, Mom? I'm famished. His name is Gary ... I figure he's about twenty-two or three ... and very polite."
"Here we go again," Dottie said sarcastically.
"Well I was grateful..." Nancy shot back, taking a bite of her sandwich. She chewed slowly, avoiding her mother's eyes. "Besides ... he only has the pick-up truck ... and there's no back seat in that!"
"You're nuts!" Steven offered his opinion.
Nancy ignored his comment and asked Dottie in a pleading voice, "Please, Mom? I already told him I'd go out with him tonight. I just couldn't turn him down after he was so nice to me."
Dottie was torn between wanting to protect her daughter and wishing the girl would find some friends her own age to occupy her time. Now, more than anything else, she wanted to be alone with Steven. Her daughter's unexpected return had already ruined the day for Dottie, but she still found the decision a difficult one to make.
"Please, Mom?" Nancy pleaded again, taking her mother's silence as an indication that she wouldn't agree. "We're only going down the road ... to that restaurant that has dancing. You know ... the real square place.... Probably full of old people...."
In a voice that was barely audible, Dottie said, "I just don't know. . .." An inner voice told her confidently, Let her go! Don't be a fool! She'll be all right!
"Aw, Mom, please? You'll like Gary. He's real quiet and polite."
"Have you given any thought to your brother?" Dottie responded sarcastically, fighting back her own longing and feeling proud that she sounded more like the concerned mother she was trying to be. "If you go out, then Steven has to spend a boring night cooped up in this dismal cabin...."
"Don't worry about me," Steven interrupted. "If you make her stay home on my account, she'll just mope around and make everyone miserable."
"I guess you're right," Dottie sighed, pretending to be slightly annoyed. His taking his sister's side in the argument had cleared Dottie's conscience of any guilt. But it was difficult to keep from smiling victoriously as she said, "Well ... okay." She managed this by avoiding their eyes and hoping they couldn't see the twinkle of delight in her own.
The vacation cottage seemed unusually quiet after Nancy left with her new companion. Dottie tried to start several conversations with her son, but found him withdrawn and unresponsive. Over dinner, he mumbled short answers to her efforts to get him interested in a topic. His apparent moodiness, the dreary rain, and the damp, musty odor of the cottage began to depress Dottie. There seemed to be a new, even higher wall between her and Steven now, making her wonder if it was the result of their morning encounter. Did he hate her now for what she had done? She had thought it would be easy, after overcoming the first hurdle that had separated them, to get him involved in her little game. Somehow, she'd expected him to be eager and even take the initiative in their new relationship. Now, she realized, she would have to go through the agony of planning each move again, setting scenes to appear like accidental meetings and coax him through every step. Her fantasy was beginning to crumble. It just wouldn't work, she told herself, if Steven wasn't enthusiastic Her ego needed his eager participation and her conscience wouldn't settle for anything short of it.
After washing the dinner dishes and puttering around the kitchen, making work where there wasn't any, Dottie finally asked, "Is anything wrong, Steven?"
"No," he answered defensively, still seated at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the design in the old, faded tablecloth.
"Then why are you acting so moody?" She kept her back to him, facing the sink and washing the same cup for the third time. When he didn't answer, she forced herself to bring up the subject of their intimate meeting, knowing she had to get it out into the open to put her own mind at ease. "Are you upset ... about ... this morning?"
The question startled the boy. She was reading his mind again, he thought with growing panic. Did she also know about his terrible lust for her? He wondered in desperation, unable to answer her question.
"If it is, pet," Dottie continued, "I think we should talk about it."
"You don't understand, Mom," he mumbled sheepishly. "I know you're trying to help me ... but ... but ... I..." He paused to swallow hard and take a deep breath, then blurted out, "I. was thinking bad things!"
Dottie turned quickly, gave him an understanding smile and said, "Don't get upset, sweetheart. Isn't that the problem we were trying to solve? I was only trying to show you that you didn't have anything to worry about ... that ... there wasn't anything wrong with you. And you acted like a perfectly normal, sixteen-year-old boy, who wants to know about girls."
Steven was still confused, but felt relieved that he had confessed about his lust-before she found out by reading his mind again. She was at his side, putting her arm around his shoulder and stroking his cheek. Perhaps she didn't know what he meant by "bad things," he thought. He wanted to be more explicit, but he couldn't honestly tell her what it was he wanted. What little he knew about sex was all second-hand information. No one had mentioned the inner turmoil that went with it. And he began to think his mother had been right all along about its just being his curiosity. All I wanted to do was see and feel her tits, he told himself as his mother stood behind his chair and continued to stroke his cheek and neck. Ifs not the same as wanting to ... to ... fuck! That never entered my mind! I just want to see ... and... touch ... a naked girl.
For Dottie, the boy had restored her confidence, and she wanted to put his mind at ease. With an awkward half-bending and twisting of her torso, she managed to give him a little hug. At the same time, she whispered in his ear, "I have a confession to make too, pet. My actions weren't entirely unselfish." His head snapped and he looked at her with saucer-wide, puzzled eyes. It was a poor choice of words, she suddenly realized. He wasn't mature enough to understand that statement and his questioning look meant she had another chance to cover up the mistake. "Just think how I would feel if one of our neighbors called to tell me they caught you peeping through their bedroom window."
"I promise, Mom. I'll never do it again."
"I believe you, dear. But if I hadn't caught you this morning, you probably wouldn't realize how embarrassing it is ... until someone did catch you."
"I see what you mean," he moaned.
"It could even be worse," she continued. "Suppose your curiosity became so strong that you went so far as trying to experiment with little girls? You see how you could get into real trouble?"
"I ... I never ... thought of it that way..." he gasped, blushing with the guilt of having considered doing just that with the girl next door.
"Then stop tormenting yourself," Dottie said with a reassuring smile. "I told you this morning it was all very natural and normal. Your misery is all my fault ... for being so strict . . , about nudity around the house. I'm not going to tell you who, but we have neighbors back home that walk around the house naked, leave the bathroom door open and ... well ... just don't give a damn."
"Really?" Steven asked, with a craving to know which neighbor it was and a sudden determination to find out on his own if necessary.
"Well, they don't walk around naked in front of company," she added with a laugh, seeing his interest grow. She stepped away from him then and walked toward the living room, adding over her shoulder, "Perhaps I've been too strict-and then again-they may be too lenient."
Once out of Steven's sight, Dottie went directly to the front door and slipped the bolt to the locked position. She wasn't taking any chances on Nancy's walking in unexpectedly, she decided.
"Aren't you coming in, pet?" she called to the boy and without waiting for an answer added, "It's so damp and chilly in here, I think I'll take a nice warm bath."
Steven sauntered into the living room slowly, still puzzled and embarrassed over his reactions. His hands were tucked in the back pockets of his jeans, his head drooped, so his chin rested on his chest and his eyes stared blankly at the floor. When he looked up, he saw his mother stepping out of her slacks. She had her sweater over one arm and he couldn't believe his eyes. By the time he blinked and convinced himself he wasn't dreaming, all she was wearing was a bra and panties. He stared, with jaw dropped and heart pounding furiously.
"You can watch if you like," Dottie said in a controlled, casual voice. "It's up to you." Then she crossed the room to the hall that led to the bathroom. She knew he would follow and felt as though she was walking on a cloud. By putting the decision in his hands, it freed her of all the nagging thoughts she had about wanting him for selfish reasons.
Steven's eyes devoured every inch of her beautiful body. But when she began to walk, his eyes locked on the sensuous movement of the two distinctly separate balls of flesh under her thin pink panties. And he followed the seductive buttocks in a daze, as though being yanked along by an imaginary rope around his neck; a rope that seemed to tighten and make it very difficult to breathe. He tugged at the front of his jeans to relieve the agony of his blood-engorged penis, as it struggled to stand upright. He was thankful that she wasn't looking as he did a quick dance, while jerking his jeans, so it could stand comfortably up his belly. It was throbbing so fast, he expected to reach a climax at any moment. The sight of his mother's splendid shape and almost naked body was enough to do it, he realized. His head was filled with visions of what he expected to see, and he knew there was no use trying to control the impending climax.
Once in the brightly lit bathroom, Dottie paused and without looking back at him, said, "Unhook my bra, pet."
Steven swallowed audibly and reached out with trembling hands to do as he was told. Shy, nervous and timid, he quickly discovered the task was impossible unless he risked pinching her smooth, tender skin. The predicament became unbearable as he fumbled helplessly with the hooks, not wanting to pinch her or do anything to make her change her mind. He was a bit embarrassed, but relieved, when Dottie reached back and did it herself. He was awestruck as he watched her casually extend her arm and drop the bra on top of the heap she had haphazardly created on the floor with her sweater and slacks. This is it! a voice shouted in his head as he stared at the smooth white skin of her bare back.
When Dottie turned and saw the breathless, adoring look on her son's handsome face, she almost lost control of her planned composure. She had to fight the urgent need racing through her body. "I"I only I could feel this way with another man, Dottie thought as she took Steven's hands in her own and brought them to her aching breasts. A gurgling sound escaped from deep in the boy's throat and she knew he was just as delighted as she was over the sensuous contact. Her nipples fizzed out rock-hard and quivering in the palms of his hands, aching with passion and not satisfied by his timid, fearful touch. She found herself forcing his fingers to squeeze the firm, pear-shaped orbs and wishing he'd take the initiative to milk the aching lust from her breasts.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked, when his face began to twist in apparent agony.
"I ... I ... I think ... I'mmmm gonna ... come..." Steven moaned helplessly. "I ... I cccan't help it!"
"Don't fight it," Dottie whispered, easing his hands from her breasts. She turned quickly, reached back for his hands again and brought them back to her breasts. "There! You can feel them better this way.... Just hug me tight, pet ... press it against me ... harder, sweetheart ... press it against my ass ... snuggle it in the crack! Don't be afraid!"
"Ohhhh ... it feels so gooood..." he moaned. "I love you, Mom. I mean, I really love you!"
Through her panties and his jeans and shorts, Dottie could feel the muscle flex and throb. He was squeezing her breasts harder now, pulling her back against his chest and no longer timid as his lust for her became overpowering.
"Mmmmmm..." Dottie breathed softly. Her body had responded to his strong hands on her breasts and the grinding motion of his thick shaft against her buttocks. She was at the peak of excitement herself and knew by his hot, panting breath on her neck that he was reaching a climax. She knew it wouldn't take much to set off the explosion of her own orgasm, but wanted to savor the delight of remaining at the brink of it for as long as possible.
With one last grunt and a final squeeze of her breasts, Steven's body suddenly went limp against her. He was weak, breathless and dizzy from the spent orgasm, too weak to move, and too dazed to speak.
"Feel better?" Dottie asked over her shoulder.
"Yeah! Great!" the boy answered, slowly regaining enough strength to release her and step back.
Dottie turned to face him, smiling broadly to show her approval and understanding. The sheepish look on his face quickly changed to an impish grin and then a warm smile of appreciation. She
watched him straighten up and square his shoulders with a new sense of confidence. It was a good sign, she told herself. There wasn't a trace of regret in his expression and she was thankful for that. One episode with his moodiness and guilt was enough for her to endure.
"I think you'd better get out of those things," Dottie said, pointing to his jeans.
He nodded, knowing what she meant. It surprised him that he hadn't even noticed the sticky juice oozing down his belly and shorts. Without hesitating, he peeled off his jeans, then carefully removed his shorts so he wouldn't spread the juice on himself. It was on his T-shirt too, he realized, and in one quick move discarded that and his sweater.
"You know," he said in deep thought as he turned to the sink to wash away the remaining traces of his lust, "it's funny how mature and confident I feel ... after coming like that. One minute I'm shaking all over and nervous ... and the next minute I'm as calm and relaxed as ... as... I don't know what...."
"Yes, dear, I know," Dottie sighed, running the back of a finger over the smooth, white skin of his buttocks, following the globular shapes with a featherlike touch. She was filled with passion and a strong feeling that he belonged to her more now than ever before. However, the problem of satisfying her burning desires weighed heavily on her mind. She was almost at the peak of excitement, where almost anything would release her boiling juices and her son wasn't experienced enough to know what to do. And adding to her frustration was the fact that she had to act out the role of a teacher, pretending she was only doing all this for his benefit.
"I'm sure grateful for your help," Steven was saying. "If you hadn't told me that girls like being felt ... well, I know I'd never find out myself ... not the way they act. You know, making guys think they're untouchable!"
"There's so much you have to learn, pet," Dot-tie said in a hoarse whisper, almost speechless as she discovered the answer to her problem in his statement. Her heart was pounding even faster now and she had to force herself to proceed slowly. Have to keep a cool head ... pretend it doesn't mean anything to me ... one way or the other. Don't scare him off ... let the decision appear to be his.
Dottie withdrew her caressing hand from his buttocks, allowed him a moment to towel the area he had just washed and waited patiently for his attention to focus on her again. Then, with a serious expression and totally controlled voice, she said, "Twice today I helped you-even encouraged you-to satisfy your curiosity. Naturally, this excited you sexually. That's only normal. But I want you to remember that you won't find girls your own age being so understanding."
"You don't have to tell me," he pouted. "I wouldn't be so confused and screwed-up if they weren't so ... untouchable!" "Well, that will solve itself, when you learn how to satisfy them." There wasn't the slightest doubt in Dottie's mind that he could resist the bait of learning such a secret.
"I ... guess ... I never ... thought of... girls ..."
When it was clear that he couldn't find the words to finish the sentence, Dottie said, "That's your whole problem, pet. You have to think about the girl." She paused, as though weighing a big decision, then continued in a less serious voice. "Let's pretend I'm your girlfriend," she said playfully. "Get behind me again, but this time, pretend you're doing everything for the girl's enjoyment...."
Steven responded quickly when Dottie turned. He stepped up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts in his still eager hands.
"Mmmmmm ... now that feels good," Dot-tie sighed. "You're doing fine.... Your hands are telling the girl how beautiful she is...." The excitement that raged through her body was intoxicating. She began to wonder if she could carry out her role until the end. He was so easy to manipulate, she thought with increasing delight and feeling the first twinge of her much needed orgasm rumble through her body.
"N-N-Now ... slide your ... hands down," she stammered, gasping for air, "and ... pull down my ... panties...."
Steven couldn't believe his ears, but quickly followed her instructions. His eyes followed the pink material down over the silky-smooth, white mounds of flesh. His hands were trembling again and he found himself staring into the eye of another erection.
Dottie waited patiently for him to pull her panties all the way down. When he stopped, after clearing her buttocks, she reached down herself and coaxed them to the point just above her knees, where they fell on their own to her ankles. She guessed that he was aroused again, but could no longer postpone her own urgent need to satisfy him.
"Don't be so timid," she whispered, closing her eyes to savor the expected examination. To her great surprise and greater delight, she felt his warm, moist lips press against the cool, tingling skin of her buttock. "My, my!" she sang out happily. "You certainly learn fast! That's the way to please them, love!"
"Mmmmmm..." Steven responded, applying the same loving kiss to the other mound of flesh. "Delicious! Beautiful! Man ... I've never seen such a gorgeous ass in my life!"
Dottie squirmed and held her breath, fighting back the release of her orgasm, which his words had almost triggered. His hands were all over the firm balls of flesh, squeezing and rubbing them frantically. She managed to contain her excitement as he fingered the cleff and searched for the hidden opening. Her fantasy had finally come true, she thought with breathless anticipation. And it was just as thrilling as she had imagined it would be. She felt young again. Unbelievably young! This time her mother wouldn't interrupt her fun. She wanted to prolong the thrill of being examined and enjoy every sensuous moment, but she knew she couldn't hold back the tide of her climax much longer.
"Let me have your other hand," she said urgently, noting his sudden hesitation at the sound of her voice. In another moment he would have penetrated the opening, she realized. Now he wasn't sure if he should. "Remember, love ... you're supposed to be satisfying the girl now." She paused, taking his hand in her own and pressed it to her belly. She gripped his wrist with one hand and used her other hand to separate his fingers and guide them slowly down her belly. "There..." she whispered, as his fingers combed through the triangle of hair between her legs. Even though she had to guide his hand, the touch of his fingers fanned the fires raging inside her. She carefully positioned his middle finger on her clitoris and showed him the movement she wanted him to make on it.
Dottie felt an earthquake rumble through her body. She was panting hard, no longer able to hide her emotions from him. He must know by now, she told herself, but not caring any more. She felt his other hand sweep up over her hip and grip an aching breast. There was a hot, throbbing shaft of flesh nestled up the center of her buttocks. That was all she needed to send her into the breathless roller coaster ride of an orgasm. "Nnnnggghhhh!" she cried out, frantically wiggling his finger against her clit. "Faster ... FASTER! Move your finger ... FASTER! AHHHH! Goodl Mmmmm ... hold me tight ... Don't stop! Nnnnggghhh ... more, more, MORE!"
Steven did his best to follow his mother's instructions, but it wasn't easy. His mind was consumed by the sensation of having all that naked flesh in his arms, while his virgin, ultrasensitive erection experienced its first thrill of being completely cradled between the pillows of female flesh he had longed to touch for so long. This had to be the most delicious, exciting experience in the world, he thought as the muscular globes squeezed his hot meat.
Dottie managed to choke back her cries and animal-lust sounds, in an attempt to hide her real feelings from the boy. She held his hand tight against her sex and delivered a grinding motion to it. "Mmmmmmmm..." she breathed as she squeezed out the last drop of her orgasm. She felt him clutch her tighter and reach his own climax. Oh! That feels so good! she cried under her breath. "I can feel him . ., coming ... up the crack of my ass! Mmmmmmmm ... I love it! I've never felt so ... so completely satisfied!
"I ... I guess I got carried away," Steven moaned apologetically in her ear when he finished and slowly released her from his grip.
"Don't be silly," Dottie said, returning to the role of his teacher as he backed away. "You were wonderful.... Don't you see? Once the girl feels you're doing everything to please her ... she wants to please you too."
Dottie turned to face him then. She was going to go into more detail for him, but saw his eyes lock with fascination at the junction of her legs. "Let's not overdo it!" she laughed. "You can shower with me ... but then I think we should call it a day and close school."
The boy nodded his head in agreement, but continued to stare at the triangular patch of hair between her legs. He wanted to know what secrets were hidden there too, but felt sure his mother would draw the line at that. And at the moment it wasn't that important. He was certain now that nothing could surpass the thrill he had just experienced.
At the same time, Dottie was convinced she had found the answer to her own aching desire for sexual expression with her son. It was really all very innocent, she told herself. No need to feel guilty ... because nothing really happened. We were just having some innocent fun ... that resulted in a much needed release ... for both of us!
To further convince herself that she was in complete control of the situation, she showered quickly, before Steven could join her and left the bathroom as soon as she finished.