Chapter 5
Sally felt uneasy for days after that party. She saw that slinky chick had come up the stairs shortly after Tom had, and since he hadn't mentioned anything about being in the basement with her, it seemed suspicious. Also, Tom hadn't been very passionate toward her since then.
If he thought he could get away with that sort of thing, he had a surprise coming, Sally told herself. She gripped the mop tightly as she moved it around the bathroom floor. She had been longing for a change of her love life, too. There were a lot of men who would be glad to get a chance at her body, and she just might offer it to one of them.
As she thought about the men she knew who turned her on, her pussy began to tingle. The hot liquid was already seeping out of her lips onto the creamy white skin of her thighs. Sally was fighting off the urge to jerk off, but when she got to the window and looked down into the yard, she saw a sight that always added to her lust. Chuck was down there, his body bare except for a pair of cut-off jeans.
He was fooling around with her car, polishing the chrome. As he moved, every muscle in his back and shoulders rippled under his tanned skin. Sally had been watching the boy lately, realizing what a handsome stud he was becoming. She felt strange when her cunt began oozing juice and he was the cause. She knew that she could never satisfy her lust for him, so it was silly to work herself up, but she couldn't help it.
Now that she was already in a horny state, the sight of Chuck was too much. Sally pressed her hand on the plump mound in her pants, causing more of her juice to seep into her panties. There would be no stopping herself now, she knew, arid she surrendered to the impulse to work herself over.
With trembling fingers, she unfastened the waistband of her slacks and pulled them down. Her cunt suddenly felt cool as the wet crotch of her undies hit the air. Pulling down the undies left her gash waiting impatiently for her fingers. Sally had always been able to give herself a powerful orgasm with her fingers and the anticipation made her shiver.
Spreading her legs slightly, she covered the wet mass of hair with her hand, squeezing her mound firmly. Hot juice leaked into her palm as she began to pant like a bitch in heat. She watched her son's body lean over her car, and imagined how it would feel to have him caressing her body.
She curled her middle finger into her opened slot. Nothing felt like the inside of her wet pussy, and she loved to stick her finger in there. The soft walls of the envelope parted to admit her wiggling fingers. Sally moved her finger around the outer areas of her quim, feeling the wiggly inner-lips moving with the soft pad of her finger tip.
Waves of pleasure began to run through her as she played with her twat. She had to steady herself by putting her free hand on the window sill. She pretended that the hand between her thighs belonged to the boy she was watching. Knowing that he was inexperienced at that game, Sally began to rub her cunt with the clumsy enthusiasm that she supposed Chuck would display.
She moved her middle finger up her cunt-tube. As soon as that slender digit slid through the inner-lips, she began to murmur softly with sounds of passion. Crouching down slightly enabled her to get that finger higher up her cunt where she moved it in circles, massaging that moist tissue. The rest of her hand ground against the plump outer-lips.
Keeping her eyes on her boy, she let her body sink down onto the toilet. Now she could slip her other hand into her blouse where she scooped up her tit. Sally was taking herself into the realms of pure ecstasy. She squeezed the jellied flesh of her tit and stirred a finger around in her cunt. She almost wished her son would come dashing up the stairs and take over for her.
She added another finger to the one already up her snatch. She spread the fingers, widening the passage. Then she wiggled the fingertips, causing a sensation so wonderful that she had to cry out with pleasure.
Unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse, Sally pulled her tit out and shoved it up toward her face. Lowering her head slightly, she was able to suck her own nipple. It was already as hard as a rock, and it felt great as she ran her tongue over it. If Chuck looked up at the window, he would see her with that big boob in her mouth. She wished he would, and that wish gave her a kinky rush that brought her closer to her climax.
Her hand was soaking with dripped cunt-cream, and the warmth of the fluid excited her. Her tit was getting drenched, too, with the saliva that she was slobbering over it. She made a weird picture sitting there like that; her fingers in her twat, her tit hefted up to her mouth, and her whole body pumping slightly up and down in her lust.
As she neared her orgasm, Sally thrust her hand farther up her cunt. She pressed her tit more firmly against her face and bit down on the nipple. Strangled sounds were coming from her as her whole body shook and writhed there on the toilet seat. Finally, there was a tremendous explosion of sexual bliss. As she gave herself a final flurry of finger-fucking, her nipple popped out of her mouth.
As she came, she felt her pussy grabbing her finger with spasms of delight. Her orgasm raged through her, and she kept her fingers at work trying to make it last as long as possible. Her pleasure gradually settled down until she was left limp and sweaty. She eased her wet fingers from her twat, leaving an empty feeling. Looking down at her fingers, she saw how they gleamed with her juice. She lifted her hand and sniffed at her wetness, then she stuck out her tongue and licked at the moisture.
When she had licked off her cunt-juice, Sally pushed her tit back into her blouse and pulled herself together to get up. When she looked out into the yard, she became horny again.
Chuck had climbed into her car and was sitting behind the wheel. Sally could see right into his lap and she couldn't believe her eyes. The boy was rubbing the crotch of his pants powerfully. She saw him look at the house, so she ducked back, but when she looked out again, she saw him lowering his fly. Sally wasn't sure what he was up to, but she had a pretty good idea.
When her son pulled his hard bone from his pants, she felt her cunt begin to fog up again. She had found the telltale stains on his bed sheets, so she knew he was fond of flogging his pecker, like all kids his age, but she didn't know why he was jacking off in her car. Maybe he was thinking of her, she thought.
As she watched in amazed horniness, he wrapped his hand around his huge pecker and began stroking it with a slow, sensuous rhythm. Sally was glad to see that the boy's cock was as big as his father's. From where she was, high above the boy, she could see that his prick was so fat that he could hardly close his fist around it. His bloated cock-head expanded under his stroking.
Sally felt herself sink back into the mire of sexual -need. She had pulled her pants up, but hadn't fastened them, and now, with a deep sigh, she pulled them back down around her ankles. Her hand covered her pussy again. It was a jolt for her body to suddenly take off with lust just as it was winding down, but there was no way she could watch her boy, the object of her lust, jerk off without joining him.
Sally gently tickled her clit. The sight of him exercising his cock made it difficult for her to go slowly, but she wanted to come at the same time he did. Her second orgasm was always waiting in the wings anyhow, and it wouldn't take much to let it loose. As she massaged her cunt, she opened her mouth in hunger for the cock she was staring at. How she would have loved to wrap her mouth around that root.
Chuck's body began to twist with pleasure. The sight thrilled Sally and made her increase her finger's fluttering over her clit even though she was afraid she might come before her son, wasting the sight of his ecstasy. She wanted to grab her tit again, but she denied herself that pleasure. It would only make her come quicker, and she was trying to slow down.
By now, Chuck was pumping his cock desperately and bouncing on the seat. Sally saw his brown hair jumping on his head with his convulsive movements. Now she let her finger rape her pussy-pit with unrestrained energy. She caught her breath as a current of passion began flowing from her cunt.
When she saw the boy's prick erupt in a fountain of jism, Sally hit her peak. Forcing herself to remain quiet, she struggled to keep herself at the window while her body short-circuited with ecstasy. Sally and her son were both in the throes of their climaxes. Sally would like to have been pressed up against him, with his hand in her twat rather than her own.
As she sat panting, her finger slowly sliding from her cunt, she watched Chuck tuck his deflating prick back into his pants. She pulled back from the light of the window when she saw him climb out of the car. Suddenly, she was consumed with guilt and confusion. How could she let her passions focus on her own son, she wondered? Jerking off was one thing, but longing for that innocent boy was an indication that she wasn't the woman she thought she was. Sally had always considered herself a normal woman with normal desires, but she was forced to alter her opinion. Lusting after her son as she'd been doing was the action of a wanton tramp. She would have to watch herself closely, or throw her self-image to the wind, and go after what she really wanted.
As she pulled up her pants and buttoned her blouse, she heard Chuck climbing the stairs. She hoped she wouldn't have to face him after watching him jerk off. She knew she wouldn't be able to keep from blushing uncontrollably. She rinsed the residue of cunt-juice from her fingers.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Sally almost leaped out of her skin. She swung her head around and saw Chuck standing there.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were in here," he said.
"I was just leaving," Sally sputtered as she grabbed her bucket and mop.
She felt her face flush as she banged the bucket against her son's knee and almost tripped over the mop. She thought she saw him looking out the window. Sally was racked with agony as she thought she'd been discovered to be the leering, dirty old woman she knew that she was.
Chuck thought his mother acted strangely. Did she notice the drying jism on his hand, he wondered? Maybe it was just his surprise at finding her in the bathroom when he came in to wash his sticky prick. As he stood over the toilet to take a leak, his eyes turned to the window. As he looked down to where he had been jerking off, his heart froze. His mother would have had a perfect vantage point for watching him masturbating, and that would have explained her nervousness. Chuck felt limp. How could he have been so. careless? And how was he ever going to face her again?