Chapter 1
Judy Collins looked up into the face of the man who was lying on her quivering body. His eyes were vacant. His expression registered nothing but boredom. Even though his cock was thrust to the very bottom of her cunt, he moved it indifferently.
Her husband didn't seem to feel the heat radiating from her body. He was oblivious to the cock-lust that was making her pussy clamp down around his long shaft. He paid no attention to her upthrust nipples that were burning into the hair on his chest.
"Jesus Christ, Ray!" Judy exploded. "I get more out of fucking myself with my dildo than I do from your cock. What's the matter?"
Her husband sighed and slid his prick out of her slick cunt. He wandered over to their bedroom window to stand looking into the living room of their neighbor's house. He could see Jean and Jennie sucking on each other's pussies, under the glow from the end table lamp. His cock began to rise again.
"I don't know what's wrong with me ... with us. The spark is gone, that's all. Maybe you should find yourself another man."
He slipped into his robe and silently left their bedroom.
Judy lay stunned-too shocked to respond to the demands for a climax that her clit was sending through her wiped-out nervous system.
So it finally had happened, after all these years. Her first thought was not that he had found another female whom he really liked to fuck. Her first thoughts were about herself-her pussy. Now who could she get to put out the wildfire-the lust that drove her into finger-fucking herself every morning, noon and night?
Her clit was not to be denied the climax she wanted. She sighed and spread her legs again. Her middle finger found her erect nubbin.
"Oh! Oh, God but that feels good!"
A second finger slipped into her quivering pussy hole. It went in deep. It felt fantastic, but it wasn't a hard cock.
Judy worked on her cunt for a solid ten minutes, trying to bring herself to a climax that would at least partially settle her nerves and let her get through the night without the erotic dreams that had been driving her up the wall.
"Ummmm ... I'm going to make it. I'm coming. I've got to come!"
She rolled onto her side. Her wide blue eyes caught her reflection in the huge mirror that filled the wall beside her bed. She saw her heavy tits shaking. She saw her body doubling up, her legs snapping apart. There was her hungry cunt, pink in the middle, fringed with curly blonde hair. There was her swollen clit, standing up clear of the folds of her pussy lips.
Her long blonde hair tumbled down to her creamy shoulders. Both pink nipples were grossly enlarged, tender, flint-hard. She rolled over. Her glazed eyes saw the reflection of her round asscheeks and the delicate brown hole hidden between them that revealed itself shyly when her fingers tugged her butt cheeks apart.
Fuck! How could any man in his right mind turn his back to a woman like me? she thought. Her intruding finger, deep in her wet cunt, became a huge cock. It did just what she wanted it to. It was not bored, not indifferent to her needs. It fucked her with an eagerness that was matched by the quick-snapping motions of her slim hips.
Judy drove her finger into her juice-soaked twat as far as it would go. Her middle finger whipped back and forth over her flaming hot clitty.
"Come, God damn it! Come, you crazy hot bitch!" she screamed.
She was so close. But the harder she strove for her orgasm, the more it eluded her.
Judy bit her lip. She wiped the sweat from her face with shaking hands. What the hell was she going to do to get off before she went stark raving mad?
Her unfocused eyes peered at her bedroom door. It was opening slowly, hesitantly.
Her sleepy son peeked around the edge of the door.
"What's wrong, Mom? I thought I heard you hollering. You woke me up."
Judy jerked her hands away from her pussy. She sat up in bed, holding her arms out to her teenaged son. He shuffled over to stand beside her bed, looking at her huge white tits.
"Bobbie honey," Judy murmured, "Mommy is sorry she woke you up. Umm ... your daddy and I had a little argument. It's over. I'm okay now."
She looked at his wrinkled pajama bottoms, at his fly that sagged open to reveal his sturdy cock nestling under a crown of bushy hair. Her fingers twitched.
God! What was happening to her? She'd had an almost impossible-to-resist urge to take his dick out and hold it in her hot hands!
"Sit down on my bed, Bobbie. No! Sit right here beside me."
Her breasts swung out as she leaned toward him. His eyes were glued to stiff nipples, her rapidly rising and falling boobs. She saw his dick begin to swell!
With her hand resting on his leg, Judy talked softly to her wide-awake son. She couldn't keep her fingertips from sliding over his muscular leg to almost touch the tip of his cock, under the cloth of his pajamas. She had no idea of what she was saying. She was trying to buy time, to keep him from leaving her, to get her head together and try desperately to resist her horny urge to seize his hardening cock and jack him off.
"You are growing up into a very handsome boy, Bob," she murmured. Her fingertip touched the top of his cockhead. Her clit began swelling even more. "Soon you'll be hung ... ah ... built almost as well as your father. Won't it be nice to have a big cock?"
He looked at her flushed face. He blinked.
His mother had never talked to him this way! And he had never seen her completely naked. He couldn't take his eyes off her full tits for more than a second. His throat had gone dry as cotton.
Judy's hand slipped into his open fly. Her fingers closed hotly around her son's prick. He swallowed hard but didn't move a muscle.
"My! How big it is already," Judy said softly.
Now both her hands were holding his prick. She felt his whole body stiffen. But best of all, his cock was growing so long and so wide, her pussy began to flood with a sudden rush of hot juice.
Judy's eyes flicked to the mirror. She pressed down with her fingers, making his cock stand up and out of his fly. Her eyes swiveled from the mirror to his erect tool. She shivered with the cock-lust that was making her lose all self-control. She drew a deep, quivering breath. Slowly, Judy leaned back against the stack of pillows resting against the headboard.
Bob followed her as she moved up the bed a little. Her hands around his hard dick felt so good!
He glanced down at his lap. Jesus! He'd never been so full and so hard. Even after he'd jacked off for twenty minutes straight. She mustn't take her hands away-not now! Please!
Bob moved closer to his mother. He didn't know what to do with his hands. His fists were clenched.
Judy saw the strained expression on her boy's face. She felt his dick jump and throb in her fingers.
"Would you like your mother to jack you off?"
The words just slipped out. "Think it and you'll say it," she said under her breath.
"I will if you want me to, Bobbie. You are so hard ... so damn hard! And I don't mind. I'll be glad to play with it for you until you come ... until you shoot your cum out of the end of your beautiful cock."
God in Heaven! What the hell was happening to her? Why was she talking so horny to her boy?
His voice stuck in his throat. He managed to croak, "Sure, Mom. If you want to jerk me off, I ... lemme get these pajamas off."
Judy lay as quietly as she could. Her hot eyes saw his trim body emerging from the wrapping of his pajamas. She saw his hard cock snap up and hit his firm belly. He slid back into bed beside her.
Instantly his hard prick was squeezed by his mother's eager fingers.
"Oh! You're big! So big!"
He didn't say a word-couldn't say a word. Her hand moving up and down his shaft made him want to come so badly his mind went blank.
Judy's mind was racing, filled with erotic visions of looking down at her blonde pussy and seeing his rigid cock sliding into her pink fuckhole, feeling his dick raking her cuntwalls, jamming lustily into her soaked cunt. She shuddered. She tried to concentrate on jacking him off.
Her hand moved more briskly. His rod grew harder. Her thumb rubbed his slick cocktip. His hips were beginning to move, to thrust his rod up through her clenched fist. She saw his white teeth flash in a quick grimace of anticipation.
"Get up on your knees, Bobbie. Between my legs. Yes ... that's the way. Now I can reach you better. We can both watch what I'm doing to you."
Jesus but he was hung for a young kid! She knew he was staring down at her open cunt, but from his angle all he could see was her muff of blonde curls. Her inner pussy was still concealed from his curious eyes.
Judy's fist flew up and down. His shaft was slick with his pre-cum fluid. It didn't seem possible, but he was growing harder! His cock was turning red.
Judy changed hands, struggling to keep from reaching down and rubbing herself off while she pounded her son's rigid cock.
"I'm coming, Mommy. I'm gonna squirt! Look out! It's coming right now!"
Judy never stopped jacking him, not for a second. She wanted to see her boy's hot cum whipping out of his cock. She wanted to feel it splashing all over her body, dribbling off her shaking boobs, oozing down her belly toward her wildly aroused clit.
Bobbie grunted loudly. His arms whipped around her neck. He pulled his mother toward him.
He was coming.
Holy Cow! His cock was shooting! And from his own mother jacking him off!
"Mom! It's really coming. Commmmiiinnng!"
Judy held his rigid cock firmly. She felt the hot load of cum rush up his cock-channel. It spurted all over her in huge thick blobs. He seemed to come forever. Her husband had never shot so much, not even when she'd first jacked him off, when they were in junior high.
Bobbie's hands covered hers. He made her hold him-not moving, just holding him tightly. It felt so damn good! And this time his cock wasn't shrinking, even though he thought he'd blown his balls clear off.
"Bobbie," Judy cooed, "that was so nice. It felt good, didn't it? Did Mommy do it right for you?"
He nodded vigorously. "It's still up!" His voice was full of wonder.
Judy's eyes gleamed. "Yes, you're still hard. You're a real man. Do you want me to jack you off again? Or ... or do you want to try something else?"
He looked at her misty eyes. "Something else?"
What else is there? Jacking off was all he had ever done, other than peeking through the keyhole when his sister took her bath. He'd jacked off then, too-right there in the hall. But he hadn't come half as much as he had when his mother brought him off.
"Yes, Bobbie, something different." Judy took a deep breath. Her voice sounded as throaty and sexy as a whore's. "Like getting sucked off-blown. You know, having me take your cock in my mouth."
Bobbie began to shake-really shake! His own mother was offering to give him a blow-job, just like in the pictures in the fuck book he'd swiped from his brother's dresser.
He could already see his rigid dick sliding between his mother's soft red lips. He could imagine, he thought, how it would feel to have his cock lying on the soft pad of her tongue. How hard he would get, and how much he would shoot, watching her cheeks tuck in from the strength of her sucking mouth!
Judy waited. You perverted bitch! she thought, almost out loud. Wanting to suck off your own son!
She knew she would do it. She had to. She wanted with all her heart to make him come in her mouth.
"Shall I do it? Would you like to see your cock going in and out of your mother's mouth?"
Her whispered invitation soon would lead to a cry of muffled passion. Within minutes the walls of her bedroom would echo her whimpers of joy. She knew it! Tonight, for the first time, she would blow her boy into a frenzy. She would teach him the joys of coming in a woman's warm mouth.
"Yes."
Bobbie's voice was so husky and so low she wasn't sure what he had said. But his cock jumped in her hand. He moved closer to her. His cocktip brushed her parched lips.
Judy groaned. She opened her mouth. Her son slid his rigid cock in. She tasted his cum. It's salty flavor made her tongue lick hotly up one side of his tool and down the other. Her warm hands cupped his swollen balls. She sucked and licked her boy as she slid down the bed toward him. His knee rubbed with maddening motions against her clit.
His strong thrusts drove his cock deeper into her mouth. The bed heaved up and down as he fucked her sucking mouth. He fucked her like he had done it a hundred times, but his every motion was purely instinctive. His knee drove her wild, brushing against her open pussy as his legs shuffled him even closer to her. He had a knee on each side of her extended, shaking leg. It was impossible for Judy to keep from moving her clit up and down against him.
"Oh shit!"
The exclamation had slipped from Bobbie's open mouth. He blushed a deep red, ashamed of using such a word in front of his mother. But he was coming again-already! Her mouth was making his cock shoot again!
Judy's hands slid around his hard asscheeks. Her fingers dug into his flesh. Her mouth took all of his prick in-every inch. He hit the back of her throat. Just a boy and already long enough to fill her wide mouth and press against her deep throat.
Her hands moved around him, holding his jerking dick. She didn't want one drop of her boy's cum to escape her hungry mouth.
"I'm coming again, Mom. Jesus! It hurts! It hurts awful!"
He froze suddenly. Judy felt his whole body go rigid. With a quick rush, his cum boiled up through his long dick and spilled into her mouth.
Judy choked. She hadn't expected him to come so damn much. How could he when she'd just jacked him off minutes ago? Her head swam with the erotic possibilities of sex with her son. What a stud he would be!
She gulped and swallowed.
Bobbie closed his eyes. His cock burned like fire, but he felt good! It was great to come this way.
The boy grew up right before his mother's lust-filled eyes. He slid off the bed to stand looking at her heavy tits heaving as she panted. Her nervous fingers brushed through her messed-up hair. She managed a weak smile.
"Did I do that good, Bob?"
He held his sore cock in one hand, bending over to kiss her full on the lips. Her mouth opened. Her tongue flicked out. To her astonishment, his tongue met hers.
The contact was pitifully brief.
"Yes, you sucked me like ... like I've always dreamed of being sucked. Better than any woman in Art's fuck book."
His mouth clamped shut. Shit! Now she knew that he had stolen his brother's collection of horny pictures.
But Judy just smiled. She had seen the book. Art had tucked it under his shirts. She had to admit the shots in the book were a real turn-on. She'd masturbated for a solid hour after she'd looked- twice-at every page.
"Perhaps you had better get some sleep, Bob. You'll need your strength."
He looked at her oddly. But he never disobeyed his mother. He nodded and padded silently out of her room.
Judy picked up his pajama bottoms and sniffed the crotch. Hot prick! That's what she smelled the exciting aroma of youthful cockflesh. She had tasted it, and she would taste it again, just as soon as he'd rested enough to come again without it hurting him so much.
Her wait, though short, was going to seem terribly long.