Chapter 6
After putting on her black nightie, Susan removed her bra and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mammoth tits were like huge white clouds shifting under the thin material, and her big, extended nipples pushed out the nightie like two red thumbs. They slid back and forth with her loosely swinging tits as she walked to the bed.
"If this doesn't give him a hard-on," the hot-assed mother muttered to herself, "nothing will!"
Then she climbed into bed and pulled the sheet up almost to her neck. She waited for Bobby to pass by her door and ask why she was in bed so early. Her flimsy pink panties were already growing moist from her hot, itchy cunt.
Susan couldn't resist fondling herself a bit while she waited for Bobby to appear. She knew she was finger-fucking herself oftener, and the knowledge depressed her. God, morning, noon and night her hot, itching cunt drove her crazy. It just wouldn't be denied. She thought about her handsome young son walking in while she was playing with herself and found that the thought made her even hornier. She sighed and her extended first finger located her clit through her damp panties.
"Ahhhh, oh, that's good," she whispered, no longer in control of her lust.
Her cunt was on fire, and her conscience drowned by the rising tide of her horniness. Her day-dream expanded as she massaged her clit through her panties. She visualized Bobby's young, hairless prick hanging limp like the trunk of an elephant between his thighs.
Susan knew that what she was doing was wrong. She shouldn't be placing her son in her erotic fantasies! But she couldn't help herself. She rolled onto her side, feeling the cool pillow against her flaming face. She had to stop!
Quickly, she jumped out of bed, her massive tits jumping and swinging, and poured herself a drink. The liquor burned her throat, but seemed to relax her. She poured another, and drank it while one hand supported her weight as she leaned on the bar-top. Two more drinks went down before she heard the back door slam. Susan turned, trying to hurry to the bed, and fell.
Bobby heard the cry and the loud thump and hurried to his mother's bedroom. He saw her sprawled on the floor and knelt beside her, too frightened at first to notice that her nightie had gaped open.
Susan blinked several times, and then saw her son's face hovering over her. "Bobby?" she murmured weakly.
"Mom, Mom! You all right?"
Susan made an attempt to pull her muddled thoughts together and opened her eyes again. Bobby's gaze was centered on her half-exposed tits. "H-help me get up, will you?" she said, and held out a hand.
Bobby had a difficult time keeping his eyes from too obviously staring at her near-nakedness, but he did get another peek at the deep, creamy-white cleavage of her huge tits, and a very brief glimpse of the dark shadow beneath her panties. Then his mother was closing her nighty and walking away from him toward the bed. He could smell the strong drink on her breath and then noticed the round, pudgy cheeks of her panty-clad ass through the mist of her black nightie.
Jeez, she has a great ass, the boy thought as she climbed into her bed. She smiled at him as she pulled the sheet up to her neck, and then he saw her eyes drop and her cheeks flush. He looked down at himself and thought he'd die. He had a hard-on! And it was clearly defined through his tight jeans. He turned to leave.
"Bobby?"
"Uh, yeah?" he said, looking at her over his shoulder.
"I sent Pam to Uncle Dan's, you know. He's going to explain the facts of life to her."
"Oh. Well, uh, that's nice," Bobby said, shifting from one foot to the other.
"I thought we could have a talk, too, now that we're alone."
"Oh. Uh, I guess," he said, avoiding looking at her. "If you want to."
"Come over here beside me," Susan said, patting the mattress. "No, wait. Your pants are all dirty! Just slip them off and slide under the sheet beside me."
Bobby was embarrassed, but he never thought of disobeying his mother. He turned and dropped his jeans, then remembered his sneaks were still on and knelt to take them off. Susan looked down at his lean, muscular ass as it stretched his underpants tightly. Under his cheeks, she could see the bulge in the white cloth that she knew was his nut-sac. She felt her head swim.
The boy finished and stood up. Then, instead of sliding next to her under the sheet, he just sat down atop it, pulling it away from her neck. It dropped to her waist, revealing most of her huge tits. The massive amount of white flesh before the boy dazzled him. Through the thin material he could see the size and shape of her nipples and areolas and his cock stiffened again.
Susan looked at her son's lifting cock in his shorts and said, "Don't be embarrassed, Bobby. All boy's get hard-ons. I'm not mad at you."
"Ah, gee, Mom," Bobby said, turning red and twisting his body a bit in a useless attempt to conceal his lengthening cock.
Susan watched his prick grow into full hardness, much to Bobby's shame. The fly in his shorts was forced open as his large prick expanded, and soon she was gazing at the hairy root of his cock.
"Mom!" Bobby cried, covering his lap with his hands when he discovered that she could see some of his cock.
"Hey," Susan said teasingly, "fair's fair. You were looking at my tits." She laughed when she saw his expression. "Mothers use words like tits, too, you know."
She turned more toward him and her nightie parted even more, and half of a soft, pink areola slipped completely free. The other half, including the stiff red nipple could still be seen, darkly, through her thin black nightie.
Bobby's eyes were glued to her enormous white tits. The two huge tits were moving softly with her movement, and then he heard his mother ask, "Why are your eyes popping out like that? Haven't you ever seen a woman's tits before?"
Bobby didn't know how to answer. He hadn't really, if you didn't count Pam's mere handful of tittie flesh. But he felt he was too old to admit he'd never seen tits. Caught between embarrassment and indecision, he fumbled for an answer.
Susan's heart went out to her son. He looked so unhappy and embarrassed. "Oh, Bobby, I love you so much!" she said, throwing her arms around him and hugging him to her. "I shouldn't tease you. Mommy's sorry." And she kissed his forehead and cheeks.
"I-it's ok, Mom," he managed to stammer as he felt her big tits spreading out under his chest.
Susan released him. "Oh, Bobby, you've got so much to learn. So many nice things ahead of you. I almost envy you." She looked at the large, throbbing lump in his shorts. "Does it hurt?"
Bobby nodded.
"Let me see it," she said breathlessly. "Maybe I can help."
Bobby stiffened. "Y-you mean it, Mom?" he asked, his throat dry.
"If you'd like to show your cock to me, I wouldn't mind," she said quietly.
But inside, she wasn't quiet. She could hear her own heart pounding like it would burst. Instead of being in her throat, it felt as if her heart was in her cunt, pulsing and beating and driving her crazy.
Slowly, as if he expected her to stop him, the boy reached down and pushed his shorts to one side. His prick shot upward like a jack-in-the-box, and Susan was overwhelmed. Her motherly instincts were all for showering him with motherly affection, but her womanly instincts were screaming for her to pull his huge hard-on into her hot pussy.
Bobby was looking at his prick, watching it quiver and jerk beneath his mother's gaze. It was almost as if he was a stranger, watching someone else's cock. He couldn't believe he was actually showing his mother his naked hard-on!
"No wonder it hurts," Susan said. "I've never seen such a swollen cock! You know, it's bigger than your father's! You should be proud of it, Bobby, not ashamed."
Bobby blinked, unable to believe his eyes. His mother was shrugging her nightie off her shoulders, allowing it to fall away from her gigantic, pale white tits! "See," she said. "No more teasing. Mommy's going to let her boy see her tits."
Bobby gasped and stared at her huge, hanging tits as they swayed slowly and ponderously back and forth on her chest. Her bumpy, saucer-sized areolas were puffy and the little, light pink pebbles dotting them looked had-but not as hard as the thick, long, rubbery nipples which jutted a bit downward.
"Do you like mommy's tits, baby?" Susan asked, smiling.
She lifted a hand and used one finger to tickle and flick one of her stiff nipples. The red nipple swelled and lengthened before the panting boy's eyes. Susan saw his cock begin to jerk aimlessly in the air and was afraid that he'd cum too soon.
"Bobby," she said, "would you like me to jerk you off? Would that make you feel better?" Slowly, Susan slid her palm under her son's quivering, thumping prick, feeling its heat and strength. Somehow, she found the strength to resist clutching it.
Bobby swallowed hard and stiffened as his mother's hand glided feather-like under his hot, aching hard-on. He couldn't believe this was happening, but didn't want to say or do anything that might cause her to take her wonderful hand away. He felt his cock jump away from her palm momentarily, then slap down into her hand as if urging her to squeeze and fist it.
"Well, Bobby, do you? Mommy wants to make you feel good, you know? Just think how nice it'll feel, squirting all your nice hot cum all over my titties."
Bobby nearly blew his balls right then and there. He'd never heard any woman talk so dirty! So... excitingly! He opened his mouth to scream. "Yes! Mom, yes!" but only a croaking whisper reached her ear.
"I think that was a 'yes,' " Susan smiled, rubbing her palm back and forth on the underside of his huge, sweaty prick. "I'm glad you want me to make you feel good, baby. But would you do something for me, first?"
Bobby nodded like a zombie. Almost his entire attention at that moment was centered on the soft, warm palm stroking the underside of his straining, aching prick. What was left over was burning the memory of his mother's big tits in his mind.
Susan cupped a massive tit and held it up, swinging it away from her chest. The nipple pointed at him, thick and crinkly. "Would you make this nipple as big as the other, baby?" she asked anxiously.
The teenaged boy reached out a trembling hand, preparing to rub her tit like she had rubbed and flicked its twin. But Susan drew back. "Not that way, Bobby," she moaned, steering her quivering tit toward his flushed face. "Use your lips, baby, kiss it, suck it for mommy!"
Bobby's eyes bulged as his mother leaned toward him and aimed her big nipple at his dry mouth. He felt the stiff, rough nipple slip through his lips, and then felt the heat of it against his tongue. Her soft, pebbly areola mashed against the front of his teeth as he automatically clamped down and her milky, spongy tit enveloped his nose and chin.
Bobby groaned happily. His fondest, most secret dreams were coming true. He began nursing on his mother's hot, swollen nipple, swabbing its length with his eager tongue, tasting the sweetness of her rubbery flesh.
"You hold it, now, Bobby," Susan said softly. "I'm going to let go."
Susan saw her boy's hands come up and roughly grab each side of her huge tit, holding it in his hot, sweaty palms like a football. His fingertips disappeared into her fleshy quivery tit. The hot-cunted mother's body was trembling with joy as she felt her own son's hot breath and wet mouth working on the sensitive end of her tit. She moaned and clenched her thighs, squeezing her hot, aching cunt in a vain attempt to keep the raging inferno there under control.
"Ohhhh, please, baby!" she cried. "Bite it a bit! Nibble on mommy's nipple!"
When Bobby did as she directed, Susan's chubby, fleshy ass wriggled wildly on the bed. She was going crazy from her handsome boy's busy lips and tongue and teeth, melting under his strong nursing of her giant-sized nipple.
"Ohhh, Bobby!" she wailed loudly, "give mommy your big, beautiful cock!"
The boy hunched his hips and drove his prick into his mother's waiting hand. Susan squeezed his cock happily. He couldn't say a word with his mouth filled as it was, but he managed to make his joy known by groaning loudly.
His mother's soft fingers barely met around his thick cock, but they were holding him tight and flying up and down. Harder and harder, faster and faster, sliding easily with his slick pre-cum.
"Oh, I shouldn't be doing this for you," Susan whispered, "but you need it so bad. Your cock's so hot, so hard, I know it'll ache terribly all night long if I don't play with it."
She felt the hot, gristly prick jump in her fist, and bit her lip. The broad, fat cockhead was swelling, turning a darker red, and the piss-slit gaped wide, drooling pre-cum. She knew he was going to spew hot cum all over her in a matter of seconds. Bobby's hips were hunching wildly to meet her downstroke and his head jerked with his movements, tugging on her well-chewed nipple.
"Drop my tit, Bobby!" Susan cried. "Stop sucking! Stop sucking!"
Eventually, her words sank into the lust-filled teenager's mind. He released his mother's tasty, fiercely-extended nipple and dropped her tit.
Susan grabbed the top of his cock with her other hand, twisting and turning it as she pumped up and down. Bobby threw his head back and arched his hips.
"Mom, it's cumming! It's cumming!" he yelled.
Susan held the jumping prick firmly, aiming it as she felt the jism rushing toward the head. It gushed fast and hard from his cock knob, splashing on her big tits and dribbling down. She continued to run her fists up and down as her son came and moaned as the hot, sticky jism clung to her tingling skin.
"Oh, baby!" she cried. "Give mommy a taste! Let me taste my little boy's cum!"
She bent her head and her cum-coated tits dangled heavily on his thighs. The bloated cock jumped before her eyes, slinging hot, slippery wads of silvery cockjuice into her open, drooling mouth. Susan closed her mouth and moaned, savoring her son's hot, salty cum-globs. She swallowed and felt the cum sliding down her throat, burning its way to her stomach.
Bobby watched his mother suck his cum and his cock jerked wildly, swelling and relaxing under her tight grip. He dotted her pretty red face with his creamy jism as she continued to jack him off.
"Ahhhh, Mom!" he groaned, seeing her head drop and her soft pink lips oval around his massive, swollen, purplish, and still-spewing cock knob. Her one hand went to his balls as she savagely sucked his cock. A third of his cock was resting in the wet heat of her mouth and her lips clung tightly to his shaft while her one hand milked and squeezed and the other jiggled his tight nuts.
"Ummm, ummmm, ummmmm," Susan mumbled around her son's prick.
She twisted her shoulders and scraped her hot, hard, itchy nipples back and forth across his thighs. Bobby felt the sexy drag of those stiff lumps and grabbed her huge tits. The heavy tits overflowed his hands as his fingers sank into their fleshy softness. He twisted the huge tits and Susan moaned.
"Awwwwwwww, jeez, Mom!" Bobby groaned as his mother sucked so hard on his soft, dribbling prick that her eyes bulged and her cheeks hollowed.
"Ummmm, mmmmm!" Susan yummed, drawing on Bobby's big, floppy cock until the boy groaned and pushed her head away.
"What the matter, Bobby?" Susan asked as she slurped off her son's cock knob. "Did mommy suck too hard on your cock?"
"J-just a bit," Bobby said, breathing heavily, still barely able to comprehend the fact that his own mother had sucked the cum from his cock.
His husky prick hung from the side of his shorts, curving heavily out over his big balls. The boy could still feel the tingling brought on by her full, juicy red lips as they sucked and milked and pulled.
Susan smiled and pushed the sheet down to her ankles, then kicked it free of her feet. Bobby stared at his mother's long legs and plump white thighs and wide hips straining her very thin panties. The wet hair and fleshy folds of her hot cunt were hazily visible through the soaked material and the boy's mouth hung open. Susan stretched her legs wide apart, exposing the lightly haired edges of tender flesh on either side of her panty-clad pussy. Her inner thighs glistened with her scented cunt juice.
"Would you like to see more of mommy?" the hot-assed mother asked lewdly, lifting her knees and parting them wider.
She could feel the wet lips of her boiling cunt throbbing as her son gazed lustfully at the enticing sight. The narrow, soaked crotch of her thin panties did little to conceal the magnitude of her hairy, fat-lipped pussy. Dark curls excitingly peeped from the elastic band encircling her crotch and she ground her plump ass into the mattress so that the panties covering her itchy pussy dug into her soft flesh. Bobby could see her cunt slit as his mother's panties pulled tightly into it, exposing the hairy mound on either side.
Bobby's cock began to stir, thickening and stiffening. In a matter of seconds his prick was standing straight up from the side of his shorts. Susan could hear his loud breathing. His eyes were glued to his mother's squirming ass. Her panties pulled up, tighter and tigher as she rolled her wide hips, and then she heard her young son gasp. One fat lip of her pussy had slipped free!
Bobby's young mind exploded with lust. He practically shoved his head into her pussy as he hurriedly knelt between her spread thighs and stared at the mind-bending sight of his own mother's pink, fat pussylip hanging free of her panties. Slowly, his hands inched forward.
"Oh, yes, Bobby! Yes!" Susan almost screamed. "Play with Mommy's pussy!"
Susan felt the gush of liquid warmth flowing from her itchy pussy as the tightly pulled crotch of her panties dug into it and her clit. She groaned as she felt Bobby's eyes boring into her wide-spread crotch and her bloated pussylips. She shuddered as she realized that in a matter of seconds her son's fingers would be parting her plump pussylips, peeling their hot, sticky folds apart as he played with the new, pink toy she was offering him. She wondered what he would think of the gooey condition her cunt was in.
"Please, Bobby," Susan moaned, "take my panties off. I want you to see my pussy."
The boy shook as he hooked his fingers under his mother's panties -and brushed her soft, swampy flesh. He pulled hard and she wiggled and the panties went past her knees. He practically tore them from her legs as he stared at his mother's cunt. Susan splayed her legs lewdly, offering him her gaping, puffy-lipped pussy.
"Ohhhh, Bobby," Susan purred, lifting her ass, "Do you like mommy's cunt? Is it pretty?"
The heat and musky scent of his mother's cunt hit the boy's face with its almost physical, tangible presence. Before she had finished speaking, Bobby plunged his hands between her plump, white thighs.
Susan groaned, thrashing happily as he stroked her wet bush briefly, then curiously fingered the hot, muscular rim of her pussy.
Susan's breath quickened and her pulse pounded. Her huge nipples stood out like little fingers, trembling on the ends of her gigantic tits.
Bobby slid a finger between her slippery, bloated cuntlips, and Susan clamped her thighs about his wrist and moaned. "Ohhh, Bobby, it's awful, I'm acting like a pig, but I love it! Ohhh, your fingers are so wonderful!" Her thighs loosened around his hand and she humped her ass at him.
Afraid that he might hurt such sensitive flesh, Bobby was gentle. He massaged her big, fat lips a long time, rolling them back and forth against each other and sliding them across her large, fleshy clit. Her body trembled and her legs jerked.
Then Bobby parted her pussylips wide, making her big clit protrude like a miniature cock. He stroked its slopes and then rolled it between his finger and thumb like a marble. Susan gasped and jumped, and the oily bundle of nerves slipped from his grip.
"Mmmm!" Susan moaned happily. "Oh, Bobby, play with mommy's clit. But soft, do it soft!"
Slowly, the boy wet his finger in her gushing cunt, then coated her clit with the juice. After ten minutes of stroking and tugging, her big clit felt like a rocket ready to blast off. His head bent near. His nostrils flared. His mother's cunt smelled great!