Chapter 11
After Chuck left for the party, Sally felt desperately horny. She made a play for the boy, but he hadn't responded, and she knew she would have to be much more aggressive. She spent the evening jerking off, and was determined to wait up for him. This time she wouldn't let him slip out of her grasp so easily.
She lay in bed, reading a book and listening for him to come in. When he wasn't home by one o'clock, she began to get pissed off, and promised herself that she would tell his father to straighten him out when he was back in town, but she knew she would never do anything to get that boy in trouble.
When Chuck got home at three he saw that his mother's bedroom light was still on. Tip-toeing past her room, he peeked in and was frozen still by what he saw. His mother was lying in bed, an opened book was laying on the covers. Sally's eyes were closed and her naked tits were sticking out above the sheet, rising and falling slowly with her shallow breathing.
Chuck had revived from his stupor and it had been hours since he had left a load in Sue's cunt, and he found himself raging with desire. He couldn't take his eyes off his mother's tits. He never saw her sleeping with her tits exposed before and he imagined that it was a trap for him to fall into. But, naturally, that was ridiculous. Why would she want to entice him?
Then, like a bolt from the sky, Chuck remembered how she had acted before he left for the party. He stood there confused about everything except the way his cock was straining to tear his pants open. There was no confusion about what he wanted to do at that moment.
The idea of going into the room and taking a closer look occurred to him, but he knew he would never be satisfied just to look, and the idea of fooling around with his mother's sleeping body was just too weird to contemplate. Still, he was being drawn to those jugs like a magnet.
He finally decided to step into the room. The sweet smell of his mother's perfume immediately hit him and made his lust rise to the point where he knew he would lose control.
He walked slowly to the bed. He looked at her tits and thrilled at the beautiful shape they formed. The nipples were soft and wrinkles, a pink coin on a creamy globe. Moving his gaze to the sleeping woman's face, he watched to make sure she was asleep. Her face was relaxed and expressionless. Chuck almost wished she was awake so he would have to retreat to his own room and forget about the perverted thing he had in mind. But she was sound asleep and he knew he wouldn't be able to help himself.
He kneeled down beside her, filling his nostrils with the heavy odor of the sleeping woman. Chuck moved his face so close to her tits that he could feel their warmth radiating on his face. He was getting to the point where he wouldn't care if she was asleep or awake, as long as he could take her luscious body into his hands.
Lifting one hand and moving it over the closest tit made him shake all over. He was going to lower that hand onto that mound of living softness, and he didn't know what would happen. Forcing himself to keep calm, Chuck lowered his hand until he felt the tip of her nipple touch his palm. He almost expected her eyes to open, so when they didn't, the idea that he was getting away with this trespass made him so eager that he had to restrain himself from jumping on top of her.
As gently as he could, he lowered his hand until it was cupped around that boob. He could tell that her tits were a lot softer than Sue's, but that figures, he thought, and it didn't mean that they were any less exciting. Chuck thought about the time he jerked off in her car, then found her in the bathroom with a clear view of his masturbation. If she woke up now, would she just chalk up this intrusion as another youthful diversion?
His mother's tit was causing Chuck to sweat with the tremendous lust that was rising in him. With care, he let his fingers tighten their hold on that pile of flesh. Her tit was so nice and soft that his fingers virtually sank into the skin.
The more he played with those jugs, the braver he got. She was obviously sleeping soundly, and he thought he could do just about anything he wanted to without waking her. He lifted the globe, pushing it toward her face. He wondered if she could lick her nipple if she wanted to. It looked like she could, and he thought that girls with big tits were lucky to be able to play with themselves like that.
He put his other hand on her other tit and pressed them together. Then he leaned over and licked one nipple, then the other. This was fantastic, he thought, and wondered how far he could go while she slept like that at his disposal. Could he get to the more interesting parts of her body that were under the sheet?
Lifting his hands from her boobs, Chuck thought about the possibility of lifting the sheet. The thought scared him, but also drove him wild with greedy passion. While he thought about it, he decided to let his thrashing prick out. When it was standing out from his fly, the idea that if his mother woke now made him even more excited.
Chuck wrapped one hand around his prick and stuck the other under the covers from the side of the bed. He could feel the warmth of her body under there as he felt around. The wide expanse of her hips could be seen under the blanket, and he could see his hand creeping toward her like a burrowing mole. He was a few inches away from her hip, in line with her crotch. After creeping along a few more inches, he felt the smooth skin of her hip.
Chuck licked his lips, took a few deep breaths and lifted his hand along the curve of her hip and over her lower belly. By the time he felt the patch of hair on her pussy, he was breathing loudly in harsh rasps. Keeping his eyes on his mother's face to watch for any sign that she might be waking up, he felt around on that hairy triangle. Although this was the second twat he had explored that evening, there was something about this cunt that was much more exciting than the last one. Could it be that this was the one he was secretly lusting after since he first knew what a pussy for?
Sally's thighs were just spread enough for him to stick his finger down between them. Chuck had his mouth shut in an effort to breathe quietly in his extreme excitement. He couldn't believe that he actually had his hand on his own mother's pussy. How far could he go?
He had his finger buried deep enough in her curls to feel the valley between the plump halves of her cuntal mound. Moving his finger along that crack was an experience he never thought he would be lucky enough to have.
The farther down he went along that split, the more sparse the hair became and he could feel the soft skin of her slit. He wished he had eyes on his fingertips; he still hadn't had the chance to peer into the mysteries of a pussy. But this would have to do for now. And it was enough.
With great patience, Chuck pushed his finger between those lips and felt around. It wasn't wet like Sue's cunt had been so he couldn't really feel around very much, but the idea that he had his finger in that coveted twat was enough to make his other hand begin to move involuntarily back and forth on his prick.
Chuck figured that he had gone about as far as he dared, and would just have to jerk off and slink back to his own room. Well, it would be the most fantastic masturbation he'd ever experienced. He was careful not to probe too hard in that dry cunt because he knew that she could wake up any second if he wasn't careful.
After two strokes on his cock, Chuck was already feeling his pressure mount. He wiggled the finger in the sleeping pussy, watched the sleeping face, and slowly stroked his shaft when his mother's eyes suddenly popped open.
At first, Chuck couldn't believe what had happened; it was too horrible. Then he jumped up, hoping that it would take her a few seconds to come to her senses and that she hadn't realized that he had had his finger in her snatch. But if that wasn't ridiculous enough, he realized that she was staring right at his naked cock-head sticking out from his fist.
A thousand things went through his mind, but there was nothing he could say that would explain that perversion. Chuck was about to jump out the window and run away forever when Sally thrust her arms out toward him and called his name.
"Oh, Chuck. Chuck," she called in a wanton wail.
In less than a second, Chuck realized that rather than his life being ruined, it was about to blossom. He leaped on top of the woman and brought his mouth down over hers. Her body writhed under the sheet as she realized that she wasn't dreaming. She could feel the energy being released by her son as he ground his hard prick on her belly through the sheet that separated them.
As they twisted and gyrated in each other's arms, they pulled the sheet from between them until Chuck's red-hot cock was burning against Sally's belly. It was a unique experience to feel a kid fully clothed but with his cock sticking out, and she loved it. She loved it even more when she reached down and took his cock into her hand.
Chuck thought he knew what lust was, but now he was finding out that what he'd taken for lust before was mere titillation compared to what he was feeling now with his prick in his mother's fist.
Sally began to grab at Chuck's clothes and soon stripped him. Sally stopped pawing the boy for a few seconds as she marveled at his body. He had everything his father had, but more of it. She stared at his huge and throbbing prick as if it were the work of a master sculptor, then lunged at it.
Chuck was taken by surprise at his mother's sudden attack and he flinched, but when she had her hands around his cock and was lowering her face toward it, he forced his trembling body to be still. It was almost too much to bear, watching that familiar head doing something so totally unfamiliar, and so outrageously spectacular. Chuck fell back against the pillows and his mother's tits spread out over his thighs as she made herself comfortable with her head poised over his dong.
Chuck gasped and shivered as he waited for his prick to feel the wet softness of her mouth, but she wasn't in a hurry now. Holding the tool in both hands, she lovingly stroked and examined it. He even thought she was whispering something to it. Then her head began to descend.
Sally placed a delicate kiss right on the pee-slot, then put a few on the super-sensitive area under the purplish head. Chuck threw his head back in his excitement. If she actually took the rod into her mouth now, he thought he would explode, but she did just that and Chuck managed to keep his head.
With parted lips, Sally stuffed the fat head of her boy's prick into her mouth. She had to open wider than she did when she gave head to her husband, and Tom's prick wasn't small. Chuck's bulbous prick-tip filled her mouth so fully that he felt her tongue and teeth pressed into the tender flesh.
He was just getting used to the exquisite sensation of having his cock held in that hot chamber when his mom began moving her tongue around. The soft, wet muscle slithered around under the cock-head, then slipped over and around it. Sally's head was jerking with the powerful pulses of that prick as she sucked.
She scooped up his big balls in one hand and slipped the other under his ass. When she jostled his balls and tickled his asshole, Chuck knew that he was in the hands of an expert, and it was his very own mother. Somehow that thought had almost as much effect on him as the things she was doing to him.
He looked at the naked body. It was beautiful. Her ass stood proudly like a small mountain and the valley between the hillocks beckoned to him. He could see tit-flesh oozing out from under her chest and he felt it covering his thighs. Her hair was spilled over his hips, but he could see her nose nestling into his pubic hair as she slid his prick down her throat.
A moan slipped from Chuck's mouth as he felt his prick moving through the narrow passage of her throat. It was amazing to think that she was actually swallowing him, but he didn't have time to be amazed in his fit of ecstasy. Her head kept moving down and his cock kept going deeper into her until her face was pressed against his balls and belly. Then Chuck had an ever bigger thrill. Her throat grabbed the head of his prick and wrenched it, tugging and massaging the tingling tool until he was sure he was going to come. He didn't know that she was using the muscles in her throat to swallow the prick, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he was feeling things that were so wonderful he could never have dreamed them..
He wanted to come, to fill his mother's body with his boiling juice, but she wouldn't give him quite enough friction to bring him off. She kept him on the razor's edge of ecstasy.
As Chuck trembled with pleasure, Sally slowly lifted her head. He felt his cock slide from her throat, over her tongue and between her lips. She gave him a loud, sucking kiss as the prick popped from her mouth. He saw how his cock glistened with her saliva as his mother fell backwards between his legs. Her tits jiggled as she settled onto the bed, and her pussy gaped up at him. He hadn't touched her cunt since she woke, but it was soaking and swollen.
"Chuck," Sally gasped, "fuck me. Fuck me!"
She held her arms out to him as she had when she first woke up, and Chuck was even quicker to fill her embrace. His prick vibrated as he poked it into the hairy crotch. He landed on her tits and Sally wrapped her arms around the boy's chest and lifted her legs on either side of his hips. Chuck stuck his hand between his crotch and his mother's, clumsily and desperately he plunged his prick into her cunt.
They both inhaled sharply as the prick filled that pit.
"Oh, baby, that is sooo good," Sally wailed. "Yeah. Ummm."
"Mom. Oh, Mom," Chuck kept chanting as he began to move his tool in and out of that tunnel.
Since Sally had already brought him to the point of coming, then kept him there for so long, Chuck seemed to be stuck at the threshold of his orgasm. He felt all the symptoms of being ready to shoot, but his prick kept getting hotter and wilder and his pleasure kept mounting as he slid in and out as fast as he could.
Sally was crying lasciviously and jerking her hips convulsively by the time Chuck's jism began gushing. She felt the first shot of his cream searing the lining of her twat, and that released her own climax. She took the hard, muscular cheeks of his ass in her hands as he sped up his thrusts.
Chuck had never come like that before. His prick kept spewing, and jolts of ecstasy kept raging to his brain. Even when his jism ran out, his cock kept jumping and twitching in the grip of his mom's pussy. They writhed together in a tight embrace of arms and legs for a long time before settling down into an exhausted heap of spent bodies.
Chuck realized that he had been given the thing he longed for more than anything in the world, but what would happen now? Would his mother send him away and never mention this again, now that her passion had been satisfied? Was he still in trouble for sneaking into her room? His fears were dispelled as she whispered hotly into his ear.
"Chuck. Oh Baby, that was wonderful. I loved it so much. Oh, so much."
"So did I, Mom. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me."
They lay there in the heat of each other's bodies until they fell asleep. The next morning Chuck woke first. He might have thought he had dreamed the whole thing, but there he was in his mother's bed with her naked body curled up next to him. He moved closer to her and pressed his own body to hers and fell asleep again. Later, they woke up together and held each other before either of them spoke.
Finally, Sally said, "It's so wonderful having you here like this, Chuck, but we have to keep it a secret. I don't know what will happen, but we can't let your father find out about this."
Chuck agreed. They were soon in the middle of another fucking session.