Chapter 1
Shari Martin felt her son pressing against her ass in the crowded elevator. She could feel his cock there. He was not so much as pressing his prick against her ass, but more as if he were trying to get his cock between her asscheeks, into the crack of her ass.
Her first instinct had been to shift her body, but the people pressing around her did not prevent much movement. She felt his cock growing against her ass, felt the sudden throbbing as he became hard. For a moment she felt panic, and she squeezed her daughter's hand hard enough to make the little girl cry out softly.
The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, but two more people got on, making it even more crowded, pressing Shari back harder against her son. His cock was almost shoving her skirt into the crack of her ass. She even felt the roundness of the head of his cock between her asscheeks now. She looked about, her eyes showing panic, but there was no place to move.
Johnny couldn't be pressing his cock against her on purpose, she thought. Surely he wouldn't do that. She knew what the closeness could do, though. A boy couldn't help getting a hard-on if his cock was smashed against a woman's ass. She couldn't blame her son. Yet, it felt as if he were trying to shove his cock harder into the crack of her ass.
The sudden stab of tingling pleasure shooting about her cunt startled Shari. She could hardly believe what her cunt was doing, feeling like. Even her tits suddenly swelled, her nipples straining against her sweater. She gasped as her cunt suddenly began to twitch, her clitoris swelling. She was becoming aroused, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. A soft moan slipped from her mouth as her ass betrayed her. The asscheeks seemed to clench by themselves, as if they wanted to squeeze the head of her son's cock.
Again she gasped.
A hand was on her ass.
She looked about frantically, but, other than her son, only women were behind her. Either she was getting her ass felt by one of those women, or Johnny was feeling her!
She felt the fingers squeeze her ass gently. She might have thought a woman was feeling her up if it had not been for the throbbing of his cock between her asscheeks. The throbbing came at the same time the squeeze did.
Shari's cunt began to quiver and become wet. She felt the juices of her cunt seeping through her thin panties, smearing the insides of her thighs, making them slippery. A warm flush crept over her face, and she bit into her bottom lip. Her clit strained at her panties, the lips of her cunt suddenly painfully puffy.
The cock pressing her skirt into her ass began to throb stronger, and the fingers began to squeeze at her asscheek. She knew what would happen very soon, and there was no way she could prevent it without bringing embarrassment to her and her son.
Just at the elevator slowed near the ground floor, she heard a stifled groan from her son. She felt his cock throb, then felt the spasms. He was coming.
Johnny is coming off! She thought wildly. She could feel him coming, not the actual gushing of his come juice, but the wild way his cock throbbed.
The elevator stopped just as her son began to lurch forward. Shari's cunt convulsed. Her eyes rolled and her legs became weak, and, for a moment, she felt as if she were going to fall.
She waited as the elevator unloaded, then holding her daughter's hand tightly, Shari - walked out, her son trailing behind. She wanted to look at him, but even that would embarrass her at this minute. She walked fast, clinging to Barbie's hand tightly. Leaving the building, she was almost running.
"Slow down, Mommy," Barbie protested.
Breathing easier, Shari slowed. Now she glanced back at her son. She saw, first of all, the filmy expression in his eyes. Next she saw the wet spots on the front of his pants.
Her cunt lurched again.
She climbed into the car quickly, and found the back of her skirt wet. She gripped the wheel, knowing he had come through, not just his pants; but her skirt as well. She fought against the rising excitement in her body, knowing it would do her no good.
Almost in a trance, she pulled into the traffic and started home.
She had suppressed the wild hungers of her body for years, avoiding any situation that would release them to gnaw at her like a consuming beast. Only once since her husband had passed away, five years before, had she been unable to stop the unbearable heat between her legs.
She had, after a year of mourning, consented to attend a party with a girlfriend. Even now, she didn't know what or how it had happened, how she had let herself get into such a situation.
Some man, a man she had been introduced to at the party, had kissed her in the spirit of gaiety, and suddenly she had her arms around him, pressing her body tightly against his, feeling her tits smashing against his chest, grinding her pelvis hard against his growing cock. Then she was in a bedroom, sprawled across the bed among coats, her dress around her waist, her panties torn and lost, her legs spread. She had begged the man to fuck her, begged him to fuck her hard.
She had started coming as soon as his cock had penetrated her cunt, and she kept coming even after he had finished. She had lain on the bed, writhing With agony, heeding more an more.
The party had been a small one, with about five or six couples. But they, seeing the state Shari was in, had left her and whispered about her in the other room. Soon, another man had come into the room, and, without so much as a word, had fucked her where she lay twisting with wanton, senseless passion. Every man there, husbands all, had fucked her, and they had started around for seconds.
Until they were caught.
One wife had become very angry, and there would have been a fight if not for Shari's friend. As it was, she had been taken from the house, half naked, screaming she wanted more cock.
"Fuck me!" she had screamed as her girlfriend struggled to get her into the car. "Fuck my cunt, you dirty bastards! I'm hot ... hot for cock! Fuck me, you cocksucking cowards!"
Shari was too embarrassed to face her friend, too embarrassed to go out except for necessary shopping. Most of the time she would send her son. Her friend called often but Shari soon stopped talking to her completely. Her shame was overwhelming, and she could no longer face anyone she knew.
For years now she had fought- her battle against those overwhelming hungers. She had succeeded ... until now.
It was taking every ounce of her willpower to drive, to keep from grabbing her son's cock and stuffing it into her cunt there and then, in daylight, on the busy street, with her daughter in the car with them, fucking him.
Her eyes glanced at him beside her, seeing the wet spot on his pants. She licked her lips, wishing she could bury her face into his lap, lick that wet spot, taste the sweetness of his young come juice. She swallowed, fighting hard to stop the deep pulsations of her hunger. She squeezed her legs tightly as she drove, and found it was a mistake.
Shari came again.
She didn't trust herself anymore.
Her cunt was too hungry, too insatiable. If only, she thought, I could get fucked and let it go, but I can't. I can't stop once it starts!
Her husband had not been enough for her, either. He had tried, he had tried very hard. She had fucked him to death, she told herself, though knowing such a thing was next to impossible. When he could no longer achieve a hard-on, he would use his mouth, sucking and licking her pussy until his jaws became numb, and it would take a long time for her to calm down enough to think straight.
No one ... no boy or man had ever satisfied her completely. A couple had come close, but they had failed, too. Shari felt her greedy cunt was just too much for anyone, and since she would rather suffer without a cock than be driven out of her mind with dissatisfaction, she fought daily to calm her cunt.
But now her own son had awakened the beast.
Arriving home, she couldn't get out of the car. She sat behind the wheel, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She was aware that her son and daughter were talking to her, but the words made no sense.
After a time, she came out of her trance-like state and stepped from the car. She looked about, as if seeing the neighborhood for the first time.
"Bye, Mommy!" Barbie called as she raced across the lawn next door.
"Bye, darling," she murmured.
She watched Barbie run, her slender legs flashing in the sunlight, her little ass bouncing, her blonde hair flying behind her head.
Shari looked at the open door of her house.
Johnny ...
She moved, then ran.
Slamming the door behind her, she saw him bending over to turn the television on. With a sob of passion, she ran toward him, grabbing his hips.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Johnny said, startled.
"Shut up!" she hissed, clawing at his pants.
"Mom! What are you doing?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Johnny's eye's popped. He had never heard his mother say that before. He had never heard her say "damn," or even "hell."
"Stick your cock in my ass, will you!" she snorted, opening her son's pants, jerking them down. "I'll show you where you can stick your hard cock!"
Johnny fell to the floor as his mother jerked his pants from his feet. He watched her with huge eyes, but there was no fear in them. She snatched his shorts off, and, for just a moment, she sat on her heels, staring at his cock and balls, breathing in gasps. Her palms itched to grab his cock.
To Johnny, his mother looked wild, as if she had lost her mind. Still, his cock jerked upright into hardness. He watched her, holding himself up on his elbows.
"Cock," she whispered throatily. "Beautiful, hard cock! Ohhhh, I want your cock, Johnny! I've got to have your cock!"
She grabbed her son's cock in her fist, pumping almost in a frenzy, her fingers tight.
"Mom, what are you-"
"I'm going to fuck you!" she screamed, her eyes blazing with uncontrollable passion. "I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you! I have to, Johnny! I can't stop myself!"
She shoved her skirt to her waist, clawing the soaked crotch of her panties aside. She scrambled on top of her son and shoved him flat on the floor. She grasped his cock and, holding her panties to one side, pressed her cunt onto his prick.
"Fuck you, fuck you," she moaned over and over, her ass bouncing frantically, her hands now tearing at her sweater, trying to rip it from her bursting tits. Her face, normally so lovely, was contorted into a grimace of insane lust. "I'm going to fuck you, fuck you ... and keep on fucking you!"
Johnny felt the wet heat of his mother's fiery cunt racing up and down his cock. He saw the way her panties were stretched to one side, saw the thick hairs on the other. His cock felt as if she had plunged it into a boiling cauldron of bubbling oils. He had never felt anything like it before. He lay as still as he could, staring at her cunt, feeling the pressure of her ass coming down onto him. He balled his fist up, and started beating on the carpet.
Shari wailed, screeching her ecstasy.
Her cunt was exploding in tight wetness about her son's cock already. The power of her orgasms drove her on and on. Her ass rose and fell swiftly, smashing the tender lips of her cunt down hard at the base of his cock. Unable to tear her sweater off, she shoved her hands underneath it, gripping her tits with fingers of steel. Her nipples burned into the palms of her hands. Her ass swung from side to side, fucking her son's hard cock frantically. The convulsions of her pussy refused to stop, or even to ease.
She drew her knees up, squatting on her son's cock, bouncing up and down swiftly, riding his hard cock with her insatiable cunt. She raced a hand from her tits and down to her pussy, rubbing harshly through the thick hairs, whimpering and groaning, yelping and squealing.
Johnny was fascinated, hardly believing what was happening to him. Startled, to be sure, but he was also delighted. Although his mother didn't know it, he had heard a few whispers about her. The things he had heard caused him to look at his mother in a different light. He had tried many, many times to peek under her skirts, or catch her in the bathtub.
He had failed every time. That didn't stop him from jacking off and thinking about his mother, imagining her naked. To his way of thinking, if his mother was fucking everyone else, then he should be able to fuck her, too.
Of course, he didn't know if the stories were true or not, but he hoped they were.
"Fuck you to pieces!" Shari was wailing. "I'm going to fuck you to pieces, Johnny! I'm going to fuck your cock off ... burn it off with my cunt!"
"Yeah, Mom!" he grunted, trying to arch his hips up to meet the wild thrusts of her crotch, finding she was moving too fast for him. He started to shove his hands to her knees, but then pulled back. He had to wait, to make sure this would only be the beginning. "Fuck me, Mom! Fuck the piss out of me!"
"Yes, yes!" Shari wailed. "I'll fuck the piss out of you! I'm going to fuck the piss out of your hard cock, Johnny! Oooooo, I can't stop coming!"
She twirled her ass about, grinding into him, her cunt gripped by waves of hot orgasms. Her sweater was up, one tit showing, the nipple rigid. She shot her hand to her ass, grabbing her son's balls tightly, pressing and squeezing them into her shaking ass.
"My God, Johnny!" she groaned. "Won't you ever come? Oh, don't ever come ... keep your cock hard for me!"
Shari's cunt, still contracting about his cock, still coming, drove her on and on. She was breathing hard, becoming tired. Her legs hurt, the muscles starting to ache from the frantic use.
"Come, damn it!" she shouted. "You have to come, Johnny! It's no good to me unless you come in my cunt!"
As if that had been all he was waiting for, Johnny's cock erupted, sending boiling spurts of come juice into his mother's thirsty cunt.