Chapter 3
Mary moved busily about the ground floor of the house, tidying up, straightening, singing to herself. Her husband had, already left for work. Her daughter had spent the night with a friend. Her son was still in bed, catching the few last desperate minutes of sleep before he had to get up and get ready for school.
Mary felt content. She and her husband Hank had enjoyed a wonderful evening of lovemaking. As much as Mary enjoyed being a mother, the thirty-three-year-old blonde liked to be reminded from time to time that she was a sexy, desirable woman too. Sometimes she liked to be just a lover, to forget about her duties as wife and mother. Hank had helped her do that last night. Her cunt ached in memory of their wanton lovemaking. She was grateful to her man, to his big cock, to his greedy, bold mouth which had eaten her pussy to pulsing distraction.
She was singing "Camptown Ladies" at the top of her voice when her son appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She felt the familiar surge of pride at the sight of him. He was so handsome, so bright, so likeable-everything a mother could want in a son. Even bleary-eyed and frowning as he was now, struggling to get a firm hold on consciousness, he reminded Mary of the pretty baby she had borne her young husband when she was only eighteen. She went up to him and gave him a big bearhug.
He pulled back from her display of affection, and Mary felt a moment's hurt. Normally Robbie was a very affectionate boy, much more sensitive and vulnerable than his father had been as a teenager.
Mary ruffled his blond hair that was an exact match for her own. "You get up on the wrong side of the bed, boy?" she kidded him. Robbie could be moody, like his mom. She decided to humor him.
"Naw," he grumbled. "I just wish I could stay in bed until noon."
"Nonsense. You'll feel great as soon as you've had some breakfast. Did Tom keep you out late? What did you boys do anyway? I didn't even hear you come in . . . and when I peeked into your room this morning, you were sleeping with all your clothes on! You must have been bushed!"
The boy looked confused. He walked hastily toward the kitchen. "We didn't do anything special. Messed around. But I was awful tired last night. I was just gonna think for a while, and the next thing I knew it was morning."
He still wasn't looking her in the eye. Mary was curious about what had changed a normally cheerful boy into a suspicious grouch. She realized she would probably never know. Teenagers were creatures of a thousand moods and changes.
He riffled through the sports pages of the morning paper while she cooked his breakfast. A sudden exclamation from behind the paper made her jump.
"Gripes! Am I stupid!"
"What's the matter, Robbie? Don't yell like that, honey! You just about gave your mom a heart attack!"
"I just remembered first class was cancelled for this morning. I could have slept an extra hour!"
Mary grinned at his displeasure. An indulgent mother, she thought he looked cute when he was angry, "I'm sure you'll find something to do with the extra time."
"Yeah ... I think I'll take a shower after I eat. Tom and I were playing some ball last night. I got pretty grimy."
Waffles were one of Robbie's favorite foods, but he was glad to get away from the breakfast table and his mom's scrutiny. As soon as he awoke, he felt himself blush with the hot memories of the previous night. He had been afraid to look his mother in the eye for fear she might see his guilt. He had pulled away from her hug for fear that she might somehow discover that during the night he had awakened with a hard-on for her!
Despite his solemn efforts to restrain his lewd memories of last night's excitement, he caught himself several times peeking over the paper at his mom as she cooked his breakfast. She never wore a bra when she worked around the house. The large, firm breasts that he taken for granted for so long as a part of Mom suddenly became objects of his lust. He recalled the way they had poked tauntingly out of her nightgown when his dad was making love to her. He recalled how long her nipples got when she was excited. With thoughts like that racing through his head, he was grateful for the privacy of the bathroom. "You're going to have to pull yourself together, man," he muttered as he turned the shower on full-blast.
The stinging assault of the hot water only intensified the sensitivity of the boy's aroused body. By the time he steped out of the shower, he had another throbbing hard-on. He tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away if he cleared his head of lusty thoughts.
But his head was not to be cleared. In the solitude of the bathroom, his brain insisted on dwelling upon the appealing fantasy of all that had happened last night. It sent a thrill of excitement up his spine to remember how he and Tom had jacked off while they watched the woman in the film give head, and then climb on top of the cock she had coaxed to such rampant hardness. When he thought about crouching outside his parents' bedroom door, and watching his dad eat his mom's pussy and then screw her ruthlessly, the excitement in his balls turned to an ache. He knew he was going to have to do something about it.
He squirted a generous handful of his mother's body lotion into the palm of his hand, then gripped his cock. The moist caress made him clench his teeth. Guilt fled as he reveled in self-indulgent pleasure. His hand moved with the swift deftness of long practice. His buttocks jerked erotically as he summoned a mental image of his mother with her eyes closed, her mouth open, her body wracked with sweating jolts of ecstasy. At the moment, he did not care that he should not be thinking what he was thinking. He knew only how much pleasure it gave him to think about her, Mary had put a load of laundry into the machine that morning. It occurred to her that her son might need a towel when he got out of the shower. He so often forgot to take care of little things like that for himself. She thought he knew it gave her pleasure to do things for him. She knew he liked to have her serve him. It was in small ways like that that she and her son enjoyed their special relationship. He was not her baby any more, but she could still treat him special.
She pulled a towel from the hall closet and went to the bathroom door. The shower had stopped running, yet, instead of calling, Mary listened for any sound that might indicate what was going on in there. She realized he must have a towel, or he would have yelled for one before now. Yet she wondered why he was so quiet.
Mary had some idea what adolescent boys liked to do with their quiet times. She tried to imagine her son exploring the pleasure potential of his own hard cock. The lurid thought sent chills down her spine, and made her pussy tingle. Once or twice, she had walked in on her naked son. She had admired his long, slender young cock. She thought a mother was entitled to admire things like that about her son, yet it disturbed her that her belly felt so tingly after she had been looking at him.
The family's house was an older one. Though Hank and Mary had spent a lot of time and money renovating, they had tried to preserve the quaint antique features that did not get in the way of efficiency. One of those features was a bathroom door with an old-fashioned doorknob and keyhole. Though she knew it was wrong, Mary could not stop herself from crouching to the keyhole and looking into the bathroom. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. She just had to know what was going on in there!
She discovered at once that her suspicions were well-founded. The keyhole was at just the right height to give her a clear view of the outstanding shaft of her son's swollen cock. His hand was stroking it eagerly. With her head so close to the door, she could hear his suppressed sighs of pleasure. When she slouched forward a little, she could see his face. It was distorted with lust.
Mary was still aroused from the wanton lovemaking her husband and she had enjoyed the night before. Even the thought of her son playing with his cock had been enough to sensitize her ripe body. Watching him panting in the midst of forbidden ecstasy made her clitoris swell. An insistent pulsing took possession of her cunt. Even though the naked boy she was spying on was her own son, she could not contain the building signals of arousal. Watching his pleasure made her crave her own!
Without thinking about the depravity of what she intended, Mary pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her fingertip ran right into the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. The shock of contact made her gasp. She held her fingers there on her pussy-mound while she contemplated the hard cock through the keyhole. She was seized with reckless lust at the thought of what that cock could do for the longing in her heated pussy. She tried to make her perverted thoughts right by telling herself it was only the cock she was responding to. It did not matter that it belonged to her son, the child who-though she would never would have admitted it to anyone-was her definite favorite.
Yet it did matter that it was her son's cock. The delusion was only for the satisfaction of her conscience. All the rest of her was trembling with arousal at the sight of the boy-to whom she had given birth-"-discovering his sexuality. Mary could not help feeling a return of her usual pride that she had created such a beautiful young man. She knew the woman who got him would be lucky, yet she did not want to think about that woman. He was still her boy! It was hard to think of giving him up to another woman. Though she tried to disguise the fact from herself, Mary had been dreading the day when Robbie would bring home his first girlfriend. It had not happened yet. Right now, she did not want to think about it happening. She just wanted to revel in this peculiar depraved closeness to her son.
She watched the boy's hand move more quickly back and forth along his cock-shaft. She started to move her own fingertips quickly back and forth over her blood-engorged clitoris. The rush of excitement was so intense that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying aloud.
Even that erotic stimulus was not enough for the satisfaction of her raging hunger. The blonde housewife shoved one finger deep into her cunt. When her pussy-walls parted to admit that intrusion, she stretched them farther with a second finger. She parted her legs as far as the restriction of her panties would allow. They were down around the tops of her thighs. It gave Mary a raw thrill to feel the wash of cool air on her ass and pussy as she stroked herself. It excited her to think that she was stealing her illicit pleasure at the same time as her frantic son. She smiled at the thought that this had been the reason Robbie was grumpy at breakfast. Her boy had been horny!
Mary was kneeling on the hall floor, her eye glued to the keyhole. Every fiber of her being was straining to the call of her erotic abandon. She could feel herself floating farther and farther away from reality. Her cunt felt so intensely good. She was ready to cum.
Suddenly, she heard a grunt louder than the rest that came from inside the bathroom. She watched the thick, white gush of her son's semen shoot from his cock into his waiting hand. The sight made her pussy clench. She felt the shock of release shake her. It was just as if his cumming had made her cum!
The blonde felt weak when it was all over, but she did not dare let herself linger in the hallway to enjoy the after-effects of climax. She made her way shakily downstairs to the laundry room. She was still trying to figure out what had just happened to her when she heard her son call a goodbye from the kitchen. She was glad this time that he had not come in to kiss her goodbye. It would be so strange to feel her son's body close to her, the way she was feeling. She knew it would be a test she did not feel strong enough to meet. Not with her cunt still pulsing from the shared orgasm that was her secret from her handsome son.
Robbie hoped that his mother would not feel hurt that he had not gone into the laundry room to kiss her before he left for school. That was his usual routine, but today he simply could not do it. He was sure that somehow he would give, himself away.
After all, what would his mom say if she knew he had just been jacking off ... and that the fantasy that had brought him to rousing orgasm had been her? His own mother, with her nightgown ripped half-off, and her legs spread wide!
It was an effort for Robbie when he sat down in his first class of the day to focus his mind on Chemistry. It was body chemistry that was really on his mind!