Chapter 1
"Fucking cunt!"
Donny slammed the phone down.
Peggy Warren, just coming out of the kitchen, saw and heard, but she wasn't certain of the words.
"What did you say, Donny?" she asked, a slight frown on her face.
"Nothing," he pouted, sitting down on the couch, folding his arms across his chest with disgust.
Peggy looked at her son closely. He had changed into his ever present cut-offs after coming home from school. Her eyes moved from his good-looking face to his bare chest. Then they moved to his legs.
"Donny, I asked you what you said," Peggy insisted. "If it was what I think it was, you should be ashamed of yourself."
"I didn't say anything," he muttered.
Peggy had observed a change in her son the past few weeks. He seemed withdrawn and uncommunicative with her, something totally unlike him. As she studied him now, she realized he was growing up. Perhaps he felt a boy shouldn't share his secrets with his mother anymore. Perhaps he was wanting more time to himself. He had been locking himself in his room quite a lot lately, staying in there for hours and only coming out when she called him for dinner. And, strangest of all, Donny was bathing every day. For a boy who had always hated water, this was the most startling change of all.
"Who were you talking to on the phone?" she asked.
"Gloria, that ... that ... "
"Oh, I see," Peggy said softly, a little smile on her face. Gloria was his recent interest, and probably the cause of all those baths and
showers and the new attitude. She looked at him differently now, looking for signs of growth, both physical and emotional. There were physical signs, but he was sitting there pouting like a little boy.
Peggy had never met Gloria, but the girl had to be special if her son was interested in her, she decided. Donny wouldn't show so much interest in just any girl. Her eyes moved about her son's thighs, and then lifted to the crotch of his cut-offs. Peggy gazed there for along time, then realized where she was looking. She felt a tiny shiver of something strange inside her own body.
Her gaze kept returning to his crotch.
The slight cock-bulge seemed more pronounced now that she was looking for it. She ran her tongue over her lips, allowing herself the secret gaze for a moment longer. She wondered about what she was seeing, feeling deliciously wicked. Did her son have swollen balls? Was his cock starting to become hard more often? Was soft, exciting hair starting to sprout at the base of his cock? Could he . . . come? Was that his problem? Hot balls for this girl, Gloria?"
Peggy leaned her shoulder against the door and gazed at her son, trying to see into his young mind. Donny didn't seem to notice her looking
at him. He seemed deep in thought, lost somewhere. She let her eyes linger on his crotch, only slightly aware of the response inside her panties. She crossed her arms beneath her tits, and looked.
Her breath caught for a moment when she saw, just barely, part of one his balls showing past the frayed fringe of his cut-offs. She strained her eyes, trying to see better. Now she seemed to become aware of the wetness in her panties for the first time. She clamped her thighs together, and gasped softly when she felt the small throb of her clit.
"Donny," she said softly. "Tell me what's wrong, honey."
"Aw, Mom," he said, turning his head to one side, away from her. "I don't. . . aw, it's that . . . that girl!"
He said girl like it was a dirty word.
"Girl trouble, huh?" she asked, amused.
"She was supposed to let me see her math," he replied, "and now she changed her mind. She's gonna let Frank see it, instead."
Peggy understood; Donny was jealous. It wasn't the math homework at all that bothered Donny. It was his girl seeing another boy.
She moved to sit beside her son. Only a few weeks ago when she put her arms around him, he would cuddle tightly and hug her back. Now
he wanted to pull away. But she drew him close anyway. Placing his head on her tit as she always had, she caressed him, stroking his hair and naked shoulders and back. She tried to comfort and soothe him, wishing there was some way she could explain to him there would be many more disappointment with girls before he was a man.
She felt his cheek resting on her tit, and felt something else, too. Her cunt was twitching, the cunt lips feeling swollen, and her clit had become hard. A tremor shot through her, and she squeezed her son tighter onto her tit. She was more aware of the pressure on her tit than ever before, and her nipple thrust against her thin blouse as if it were trying to poke into his mouth. She hugged her son hard, trying to hold her breathing level and even.
Looking down past his head, she saw the lump in his cut-offs, and knew Donny had a hard-on. She felt his cheek barely moving on her tit. He was trying to be subtle about it. Her eyes took on a glow as she felt his cheek move very softly and gently at her nipple. She knew Donny could feel the stiffness of her nipple on his cheek, and wondered what he was thinking about. The bulge in his cut-offs became more pronounced, and she could almost see the outline of his young cock now. She found her
palm itching, and with surprise, knew she wanted to run her hand down there and press and fondle her son's cock.
Almost startled with such an idea, she pulled from him and, with a quick look at him, got to her feet. Her legs shook as she hurried back into the kitchen. Somehow, she finished getting dinner ready, and she had hardly knew what she ate.
When her son went off to bed early, she bathed and pulled a long, thin nylon gown over her nakedness and crawled beneath the sheets of her own bed. It was nine o'clock, and the earliest either of them had gone to bed in some time.
About midnight she woke up to a cry from her son's room.
She listened, and heard him moaning. Throwing the sheet off, she got out of bed and walked to his room quickly. Donny's night light was still on, and she saw that he had kicked his sheets to the foot of the bed. He lay on his back, wearing nothing but his white Jockey shorts. One knee was cocked outward, the other thrown toward the wall. She gazed at him for a moment, seeing he was still asleep, but moaning. She entered his room to pull the sheet back over his body. As she stood near the bed, reaching for the sheet, she noticed for the first time that
his cock was stiff. It stood hard against his white briefs, outlined, the cockhead pushing at the fabric.
Peggy froze, staring. She was leaning over, one hand reaching for the sheet, and she gazed at his hard-on with suddenly glazed eyes. As she stared, Donny's hips moved, and she understood his moans now. His balls were swollen inside his shorts, and his cock was intensely stiff. He was suffering, she decided, in misery with a hard-on and full, tight balls.
Feeling as if in a dream herself, Peggy lowered her hand lightly onto her son's cock-bulge. She felt the heat of his prick, the throbbing hardness. Her other hand came between his thighs, and she traced his hot balls with the tip of one finger. She struggled to breathe quietly, her legs shaking as her cunt seeped wetness into the crotch of her panties. The excitement she felt made her tremble as she moved her palm slowly and gently along his cock. She saw a small spot of wetness where the head of his cock pressed, and ran a fingertip over it.
Peggy didn't try to resist the urge that drove her.
She very carefully lifted the tight leg of his Jockey shorts, pulling it to one side. She exposed her son's cock and balls, and saw they were indeed swollen hard. His cock, released from the
confines of his shorts, seemed to jerk upright, standing in beautiful hardness, aimed at the ceiling. Carefully, she tried to cradle his balls, feeling the heat of them radiate up her arm and down her body to her cunt.
Her knees threatened to buckle, and she slowly knelt on the floor at the side of his bed, fondling his tight balls and hard cock with feathery touches, her breath hot, eyes glazed with erotic wickedness. She stared at his cock and balls, seeing the scattered strands of hair at the base. She gazed up and down the throbbing cockshaft, then fixed her eyes upon the cockhead. It was smooth and swollen, and his piss hole was opening. She saw a little liquid beading on his piss hole, and her tongue swiped over her lips with desire. Leaning closer, she inhaled the clean, fresh scent of her son's crotch. She closed her fingers around his cock and squeezed it gently, moaning softly to herself.
She knew what her son's problem was; he needed to come. He needed to come and relieve the pressure in his young balls.
She held the shaft of his cock tightly, trembling, knowing what she was going to do. She tried to tell herself it was only a comforting measure, nothing else. But Peggy knew it was a lie. She wanted to do it . . . wanted to jack her son off. She wanted to pump his cock and
make him come, as much for herself as for him.
Carefully, hoping he wouldn't wake up and catch her with his cock in her hand, Peggy began stroking, up and down, slowly. Her hand wanted to move faster, pump furiously—but she made herself jack him slowly. If she jerked on his cock vigorously, he would wake up, and she didn't want him to wake up.
The burning of her cunt could be felt, yet it seemed to be only an extension of her hand. Her pleasure, at the moment, rested in jacking her son off. Later, she was thinking, she could play with herself and come, thinking of his cock in her hand.
As she pumped his prick, her eyes glowed hotly. Now and then Donny would writhe his hips, but he didn't wake up. At least he didn't open his eyes. She held his balls in her left hand and stroked his cock with her right. Her tits were pushing hard at the thin nylon gown, her nipples hard and tingling.
She closed her thighs tightly as she knelt, flexing the muscles to make her cunt throb sweetly. The crotch of her panties was soaked now, but she didn't mind. She ran her fist from the base of her son's cock to the swollen cockhead, her eyes fixed upon his piss hole. She wished she could squeeze his cock hard, make the cockhead bulge more, but he would wake up if
she did. Holding her fingers loosely around his cock, she moved her fist up and down, the heat searing her palm. The throbbing sent tingles up her arm. She made soft gasping sounds of pleasure, trying hard to be as quiet as possible.
She heard her son groan, and shifted her eyes to his face. He was still sleeping. She moved her eyes back to his cock and resumed stroking up and down. His young balls felt hotter than when she had first touched them, and she curled her fingers a bit tighter, resisting the urge to squeeze them, to twist and pull as she jacked his cock.
It was about to happen.
Peggy felt her son's cock thicken in her loose fist. She held her breath as she stared hotly at his piss hole. She heard the long moan from her sleeping son, and moved her fist a little faster. She felt his balls starting to writhe in her other hand, and she watched anxiously for him to start coming.
"Oooohh!"
Peggy jumped as her son groaned.
But he was coming now.
She stared with smoldering eyes as his cock gushed, sending a thick, creamy spurt of come juice into the air. It arced and fell downward, spattering her fingers. She moved her fist faster as he came, watching the squirting jism with fascination. She jacked at his cock and clung
to his balls, a glistening mess gathering on his thigh and her hand, even on her wrist. Her tits felt as if they were about to burst from her chest, and her cunt was bubbling like never before. The pussy juices seeping through the crotch of her panties had the insides of her creamy thighs slippery, and her clit ached in hardness. She was about to come herself, and she whimpered, unable to hold the sound in her throat.
She held her son's cock until he finished gushing, and she felt it start to soften. She felt his balls relax, and they became loose now. She released his cock carefully, watching it rest on his thigh. She considered cleaning him up, but was afraid he would wake up. Leaving him as he was, the crotch of his shorts pulled to one side, come juice gleaming on his thigh, she pulled the sheet up and quickly left his room.
She lay on her bed, pulling her gown to her waist, opening her legs wide. She looked at her wet hand for a long moment, then lowered it to her cunt. Slowly, she rubbed her son's come juice about her cunt, smearing it with her own juices, using it like a lotion on the puffy pussylips and clit.
It didn't take long.
With a lurch, Peggy came.
She had not even fucked a finger into her cunt. All she had done was rub the come juice
from her son's young balls about her cunt— and she came. She cupped her hairy pussy for a while, letting the delicious glow from through her body.
Finally, with a sigh, she turned onto her side and went to sleep . . .
When Peggy woke up the next morning, Donny was still sleeping. She prepared his breakfast, then woke him. Donny looked at her, stretching. Then he smiled.
"Golly, I feel great this morning, Mom," he said, sliding his legs over the side of the bed, unconcerned that she stood watching him.
Peggy looked for evidence of last night, but saw none.
Donny stood and began putting on his jeans. She watched a moment longer, then went to the kitchen, where she sipped a cup of coffee while her son dressed for school.
When Donny came in for breakfast, his hair was still damp, and she knew he had taken a shower. That, too, was unusual for her son. He never showered in the morning.
As he ate, Donny talked up a storm.
Peggy watched him carefully, wondering if he knew she had been in his room during the night, knew she had jacked him off. But Donny didn't give any indication of awareness. He talked about school, certain friends, and never
mentioned Gloria once.
After breakfast, he gathered up his books and Peggy walked with him to the door. Donny turned and looked at her, and just before he started out, Peggy grabbed him and hugged him tightly against her tits. She still had her robe on, and as she held him, she felt his hot breath on her flesh, between her tits. For a moment she almost dropped her hands to his ass, but pushed him from her quickly. She kissed his forehead, then slapped in playfully on his ass.
"Go to school," she said.
She stood and watched him as he walked away, feeling loneliness. She had not felt loneliness before when he left for school. Now, watching him walk away, she felt almost abandoned.
With a shrug, she closed the door and went back to the kitchen. She drank another cup of coffee, reliving what she had done to him during the night. She tried to tell herself. That had only been part of it. The other part was because she had wanted to jack him off, watch him come.
The questions she had the day before had been answered. Her son had very little hair about his cock. He could come. And she was excited . . .