Chapter 2

Sitting in the bubble bath, Shari could not believe what she had done.

Not with Johnny, her son.

After they both had come, Shari remained on top of Johnny, his cock stuffed into her cunt, staring down at his young face. He had had his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down as he panted.

She sat there, her thighs pressing at his sides, feeling his cock soften between the lips of her cunt. The heat was still there, her cunt demanding more. Somehow, she fought the insatiable hunger. She had jumped up quickly, his cock pulling free with a wet plopping sound. She had walked away from him. A part of her wanted to flee swiftly, but another part of her was begging her son to call her back.

She thought it strange she didn't cry, sob with her shameful guilt. But there were no tears, none at all. She tried to understand why she had done that, practically raped him. The only answer she could come up with was that it happened because he had prodded her in the ass with his cock.

It was always that way, she thought miserably. A man could just touch her, and she was out of control. Even a slight touch on her waist could set her off. The man didn't even have to kiss or fondle her. A brief touch anywhere near her tits, her ass, and, especially, her cunt, and she was unable to resist. It was a compulsion, an obsession to fuck once she was touched.

Surely Johnny had not pressed his cock into her ass on purpose. It must have been an accident-the elevator had been so crowded. And then, because of his age, he had come, unable to prevent it. That must have been the way it had happened, she convinced herself.

Getting out of the tub, she heard her son and daughter wrestling about in the living room. She had not realized Barbie had returned home. As she stepped into her bedroom, she realized a long time had elapsed without her knowing it. It was dark already, and she had to turn a light on. Selecting a colorful housedress, putting it on, she brushed her long hair until it gleamed.

Shari was a very attractive woman, tall and slim, with flawless tits straining outward, a small waist, rounded hips, and long, tantalizing thighs. Her ass was firm and shapely, swelling teasingly. Her cunt was surrounded by thick, curly hair, forming a triangle, with a faint line of hair growing toward her belly button.

Later during dinner, she was amazed that she and her son could appear so calm. Johnny joked with and teased his sister, and, although Shari usually made him stop after a while, she said nothing now. Neither Johnny nor she acted any different than before.

But, as it got late, Shari found herself looking at her son from the corners of her eyes, watching to see if he would get a hard-on, watching for signs from him. Her cunt had, since dinner, become demanding again. Shari wasn't shocked that she wanted to fuck her son again.

Her pulse began to pound when Johnny and Barbie went to bed. Shari stayed up awhile longer, not watching the television, her mind running wild. She remained in the living room for well over an hour, waiting, trying to make up her mind.

Moving down the hall to her room, she undressed in the dark. Her naked body barely visible in the darkness, she went back into the hall, feeling elation, excitement. She had never been out of her own room naked, not completely, and it gave her a feeling of erotic adventure.

She went straight to her son's room.

As she had suspected, he was asleep. He lay on top of his sheets, on his back. A grin came to her when she saw her son was naked. He usually slept in pajamas, at the least the bottoms. Seeing him naked this night told her it was okay, that her son had expected her to come to him. She stood at the side of his bed, looking down at him. His drapes were open, and moonlight gave enough illumination for her to see him clearly.

He looked so very young in sleep, so handsome. His cock rested on his left thigh, his balls dangling between his legs. The dark fuzz at the base appealed to her. She sat carefully on the edge of his bed, her cunt steaming as she gazed at his cock and balls. Her hand itched to hold his prick, to caress and feel his cock, become hard. She wanted to cup those precious balls, to fondle them gently. Her nipples jutted upward, rubbery in hardness.

"I knew you'd come, Mom," Johnny whispered.

His voice made her jump.

"I thought you were sleeping," she whispered back.

"I was," Johnny said. "I woke up when you sat on the bed."

"Are you ashamed of me, darling?"

"No," came his low whisper.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Would you ... do you want more, baby?" Shari's voice sounded husky, her throat dry.

"What if Barbie catches us, Mom?"

"She's asleep, Johnny."

"What if she wakes up, though?"

Shari's cunt was bubbling hotly, the fuck juices seeping. She writhed her naked ass on the bed. When she replied, her voice was almost harsh. "I don't care!"

The touch of her son's leg against her naked ass sent a hot flash through her. He moved his hand, and his fingers barely touched her thigh. Fighting to contain control over her burning emotions Shari made herself rest a hand on his thigh, carefully. She wanted to grab his cock and balls quickly, to feel and touch, to jerk and stroke. When she rested her palm on his thigh, Johnny stroked the tips of his fingers along the creamy smoothness of her flesh. Shari trembled with excitement, sucking in air noisily. Neither mother nor son said anything else both almost shyly hesitant. Shari moved upward on the bed, her hips touching his now. She ran her palm along his thigh, keeping her fingers away from his cock and balls. She felt her son's fingers slide up her waist, over to her stomach. He was touching her with feathery lightness, still hesitant.

Shari moved her hand between her son s thighs, stroking down to his knee, then up again. She slipped her hand upward and stopped an inch from his balls. She could feel the heat of his crotch radiating outward. She was barely under control now. Her son was moving his palm about her stomach, going higher. She knew he wanted to touch her tits, to feel them, to play with them. And she wanted him to. She wanted her son to grab her tits and squeeze them hard. She could hear him breathing in hot, short gasps. His cock stood stiff now, pointing toward the ceiling. His balls seemed to have pulled up a little. She moved the tips of her fingers upward a fraction, then paused again.

Johnny's fingertips touched the bottom of one tit, and Shari sucked in an excited breath. She leaned forward just a little, and Johnny ran his hand over her tit, making her breathe harder. When his fingers brushed over her swollen nipple, Shari gasped, her eyes starting to roll. Then Johnny cupped her tit.

Her hand darted quickly, and she closed her fingers about his cock. Johnny grunted. Shari squeezed her son's cock hard, then relaxed her fingers, only to squeeze again. The hot pulsations of his prick burned into her hand, and she loosened her fingers, stroking him slowly now. She cupped the head of his swollen cock, feeling the oozing wetness from his piss hole. Johnny dug his fingers into his mother's tit, gasping for breath, arching his hips upward, pressing his cock into his mother's fist.

The only sound they made was heavy, harsh breathing.

Shari leaned into her son's squeezing hand, her mouth going to his. She twisted her feverish lips against her son's mouth, her tongue darting with quick, short jabs between his teeth. His hand left her tit and moved downward. When his fingers felt the soft curls of her cunt, Shari's breath caught in her throat, her tongue pressing into his mouth. She drew a knee up on the bed, and her son shoved his hand between her thighs. She felt him feeling about her cunt, and her fist tightened more about his cock, pumping faster now.

"Inside!" she hissed against his mouth, finally breaking her silence. "Stick your finger inside me, baby!"

Johnny slipped his middle finger into his mother's cunt, feeling the searing wetness. Shari thrust her tongue deep into her son's mouth, the tip probing at his throat. She gripped his throbbing cock very hard, pumping fast, mewling into his mouth.

"Please!" Shari groaned, almost losing control. "Darling, please! I want ... I need ... Johnny, fuck me!"

She pulled free, his finger coming from her cunt. She scooted him to the far side of the bed, lying down beside him. She pulled her son on top of her, sighing as his chest smashed her tits almost flat. She opened her legs, taking her son's young body between them. She felt his cock pressing into her thick mat of cunt hair. His balls rested upon the fiery wetness of her cunt.

"Fuck met Johnny!" she groaned, writhing her naked ass beneath him. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Shari pulled her legs up t bending her knees. She pushed on his hips, trying to urge him downward. His cock lowered and pressed upon her throbbing clit. She gave a squeal and shot her hand between their bodies, pushing his cock down. He was already pressing against her t and the head of his cock slipped into her cunt immediately.

Shari gasped as she felt the head of her son t s cock stretch the lips of her hairy cunt, sliding in easily. She placed her hands on his ass, cupping his asscheeks and pulling him tightly between her thighs. She pressed her thighs against his hips, her cunt flexing at the base of his cock.

Shari churned her cunt upward, gripping his ass tightly. "Fuck me, darling!" she hissed against the top of his head. "Oh, Johnny, fuck mother!"

Instinctively, Johnny shoved his hands down her hips and under her ass. He clutched the cheeks of his mother's ass and began to fuck his cock in and out of her boiling cunt. Shari fought to keep the screams of ecstasy inside. She twisted her ass, beating it up and down, meeting the lunges of her son's cock.

She dug her hands into the cheeks of his bouncing ass, flinging her legs high, then closing them around his hips, squeezing him. Johnny clung to his mother's hot ass, his lips sucking hotly at one nipple.

Shari drew her knees toward her shoulders, lifting her cunt to him, slamming onto his thrusting cock powerfully. She was sure her cunt felt each ridge and groove of his hard cock. She could feel his prick throbbing, feel the base of his cock smashing the puffy bps of her cunt feel her clit scraping his cockshaft. The way his balls beat upon her uplifted ass increased her ecstasy.,

"Hold my ass!" she groaned in a loud whisper. "Hold mother's ass! Squeeze my ass; Johnny! Ohhhhh, fuck me! I'm ... my cunt! Ohhhh, my cunt! Fuck me hard, baby. Oh ... oh ... fuck me hard! My pussy is ... oh, your cock!"

Shari banged her cunt up and down hard, meeting her son's down thrusts wantonly, swinging her uplifted ass in tight circles. She shoved her head back, her neck taut. The ecstasy swelled inside her cunt, creating a rippling effect along her son's fucking cock. She shoved one hand lower on his ass and grasped his bouncing balls. She tugged and squeezed them, causing her son to fuck faster and harder. He was about to chew her nipple off, and she didn't care.

Johnny was snorting around her tit, his breath so hot that it burned her flesh. His hands dug tightly into the stretched cheeks of his mother's ass. He fucked hard into her cunt, making moist, slapping sounds.

Shari was choking, trying to keep her screams of ecstasy back. She rocked her ass in tight circles, grinding against his cock. She pulled at his balls, sliding her hot thighs along his pounding hips. Her son was fucking her with enough force that she was sliding on the bed. Her head now hung over the foot of the bed, her hair dragging on the carpet. And still he fucked her.

Shari stuffed one tit into her mouth, choking back her wailing moans, her body shuddering through one orgasm after another.

And still Johnny kept fucking her.

His cock felt as hard as ever, burning the tight lips of her cunt. She was so wet. Her whole crotch was slippery with scalding fuck juices. She could no longer cling to his swinging balls, but held her arm tightly about his shoulders. Her cunt kept convulsing, the contractions stronger and tighter. Her pussy, as she came, sucked and clamped at his cock with insatiable hunger.

"Oh, God!" Shari whimpered. "Oh, dear God! I can't stand it! I can't stop coming, darling! Ooooo, so much! So fucking much!"

Although Shari felt the utmost of ecstasy, her cunt was beginning to burn, to ache from the numerous orgasms she had achieved. The more she came, the more sensitive her cunt became. She could hardly stand it now, could hardly stand the sensation of her son's cock fucking in and out of her pussy.

"Ohhhh, Johnny! Baby! Darling, please ... I can't stand it! Oh, baby, come! You're driving me out of my mind! Come, please! Come ... come!"

Shari was exhausted from her orgasms, and could hardly lift her ass for him. Finally, she lay still, her legs spread wide, letting him pump away. Her cunt felt as if it were on fire, but not with the fiery hunger of earlier. She was almost off the bed, her head touching the floor.

Finally, Johnny arched his head up, giving a loud grunt. He fucked his cock deep into his mother's cunt, his body going stiff.

"Ohhhh, good!" Shari whimpered.

The splash of his come juice struck the walls of her cunt. She felt as if boiling water had been poured into her pussy. She couldn't choke back a scream now. Her cunt clutched her son's cock like a wet fist, feeling the pulsations as he spewed come juice into her.

To Shari's surprise, her cunt convulsed again. The orgasm was not as strong as the others, but was very good just the same. Her hairy pussy lips worked on his spurting cock, drawing the sweetness from his now-tight balls. It seemed to Shari that her son came and came for minutes.' It was impossible, she thought, for any boy to come so much, especially a boy her son's age, who probably had not been able to come not long ago.

Shari felt cool air on her cunt when Johnny pulled his prick out and moved back on the bed. For a while she lay there, her head and shoulders hanging over the edge, her legs spread wide, too weak to move. She could hear her son struggling to breathe, could feel his leg touching hers. Finally she struggled back onto the bed, still feeling very weak.

She rested next to him, holding his hand in hers.

It seemed hours before she finally sat up. She leaned down and kissed her son, running the tip of her tongue across his mouth. She slipped her palm down his trembling stomach and felt his wet cock and balls.

"How can you do it, Johnny?" she asked.

"Do what, Mom?"

"Fuck so long before coming?"

"Doesn't everyone?" he asked.

"God, no!" Shari giggled softly.

She licked at his chest, her tongue circling his tiny nipples as she fondled his cock, feeling the juices of her cunt on his prickshaft. She dipped her tongue into his belly button, then sat upright.

"Johnny, do you want to stop?"

"Do you, Mom?" he countered.

"I ... no, I don't, baby."

"Then I don't either," he said. "But what about Barbie?"

"What about her?"

"What if she catches us, Mom?"

"Let me worry about your sister," she said, kissing his lips quickly. "Don't worry about your sister. Now, you get to sleep. It's late, and you're going to have circles under your eyes in the morning."

She stood next to his bed a moment, then, in a quick motion, before she changed her mind, she shot her face down and kissed her son's cock.

Johnny gasped.

"That's for later," Shari laughed throatily. "Maybe tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see," she said. "Now, go to sleep."