Chapter 5
"Have a nice day?" Ann asked her son when he came out of his room.
"Karen was here," Billy said.
"Oh," Ann said hollowly. Then she smiled. "That's nice."
But Billy could see that his mother still felt bad about breaking up with Jim. But what Billy didn't guess was that his mother was jealous of him and Karen.
Ann had been used to a steady diet of fucking and sucking. And although it had only been a few days since her fight with Jim, she was already getting very horny. She'd gone without fucking for longer than that recently. But then she knew that she could count on Jim to satisfy her before long. Now, though, she didn't know where her next fuck was coming from.
Another thing that Billy would never have guessed was that his mother was seeing him through new eyes. Ever since peeking into his room while he jerked off, she saw her son as a potent stud. Ann couldn't stop thinking about the huge cock she had seen him playing with.
But Billy did begin to wonder why his mother was staring at him all though dinner. He figured that his mother was wondering what was going on between him and Karen. She was. But she was wishing she were getting the attention from her son that Karen was getting.
After dinner, Ann asked Billy to do the dishes. If she didn't get to her room soon and jerk off she would have to jump on Billy.
Standing in front of her mirror, Ann began slowly stripping. She undressed as usual, but with a sharp eye on her emerging body. And although she didn't admit it to herself, Ann was wondering what her son would think of her body if he were watching.
Ann wished Billy were watching. She was horny, and she thought her son was getting what he needed from Karen. But if she could show him her body he would be horny too, Ann knew.
When she was naked, Ann stood in front of the mirror studying her reflection. Her tits looked good to her. They were very big, and although maybe not as firm as Karen's, they would fill a boy's mouth with plenty left over.
Ann lifted one of her tits in her hand. Then she lifted the other. She held them out to her reflection in the mirror. What would Billy do if she handed these jugs to him?
Then Ann pushed one tit up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She saw her tongue meet her erect nipple in the mirror. And the feeling of her licking her own nipple was very nice, not to mention very kinky.
Ann could feel the hot syrup oozing from her cunt onto the sweaty tops of her thighs. But she didn't grab her cunt yet. She liked to tease herself before jerking off.
She did spread her legs though. And she rolled her hips forward. That way, she could see the pink gash of her cunt in the mirror. She put the fingers of one hand on one side of her cunt. Then pulling the half-mound to the side, she watched the slot spread. Below her soaking cunt she could see the bottoms of her asscheeks.
It was a pretty and sexy picture that Ann was showing herself. And all the while she thought how Billy would react if he got an eyeful of her like this.
But Ann could no longer resist touching the tender lining of her gaping cunt. The fingers that were holding it opened crept through the hair and into the slot.
"Sssss," Ann hissed with pleasure when she felt her fingers wiggling in her twat.
When Ann first came into her bedroom she heard the water running in the kitchen. Something in her mind was aware that Billy was busy in the kitchen. But somehow she'd forgotten about what the boy was doing and that it wouldn't take him long to finish.
Also, if Ann was thinking clearly she would have realized that she hadn't closed her door tightly. In fact, she would have to wonder if she might have left the door partly opened on purpose.
Ever since Ann had peeked at Billy jerking off she thought about the pleasure she could get by returning the favor.
So now, even though Ann was thinking about the boy's reaction to seeing her jerking off, she refused to consider the possibilities of that actually happening.
In fact, Ann was purposely ignoring the partly opened door that the boy could look through if he happened by.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Ann hummed to herself as one finger moved over the bump of her hard clit.
The sounds she was making weren't very loud. But in a quiet house they could be heard if someone were passing her door.
Ann remained standing in front of her mirror. She clutched one tit tightly to her face and continued sucking it. Her other hand remained at her crotch, probing the wet gash. And although Ann was enjoying herself tremendously, just waiting for something that she couldn't bring herself to admit she was waiting for.
A long middle finger slid up her cuntal tube. She bent over slightly so she could reach high up that flowing chamber. Her free tit swung low.
She knew what a kinky sight she was because she was still watching herself in the mirror. And she knew that a young kid like Billy would be absolutely knocked out by such a sight.
She still didn't let herself realize that sooner or later he was going to be pecking in at her. After all, his room was right across the hall, and he usually went to his room after dinner.
But Ann kept finger-fucking herself. And she attributed her extra excitement to the fact that she was watching herself in the mirror rather that to the expectation of having Billy peeking in at her soon.
But when she heard the floor creak out in the hallway she felt a stab of perverted lust shoot through her. She pretended that she only now noticed that her door wasn't completely closed.
Ann felt her face burning and her heart pounding wildly. But she remained standing there jerking off.
"Ooohhh, ooohhh, oooohhh!" Ann cried softly even though she knew that the sound would attract the boy's attention if he hadn't already spotted her.
But Ann didn't have to do anything special to attract Billy's attention. He had been doing the dishes when he began thinking about his mother's behavior. Why had she left him alone to do the dishes while she ran off, he wondered?
As soon as Billy finished the last dish, he headed for his room, knowing that he could check up on his mother. So when he heard a sexy sigh come from her room as soon as he left the kitchen his prick began stiffening.
Billy didn't know why he suspected something interesting might be going on in his mother's room. But there had been something about the way she had been watching him during dinner.
Then, when he saw that her door wasn't completely shut, his heart began racing. He forgot all about Karen and the fucking he'd done that afternoon. He was once again a horny, desperate kid.
But he wasn't ready for the sight that met his eye when he put it to the space at the edge, of his mother's door. It was almost too incredible to believe. In fact, he didn't believe it. His mother must be doing something that he didn't know anything about. There was a good reason for her to have one tit thrust into her mouth. And her hand was at her cunt for some reason that Billy didn't understand. After all, he didn't know that much about what women do when alone.
But the next time Ann let out a sort of sucking Billy couldn't deny that his mother was jerking off. He had stood in front of his mirror himself as he watched himself jerk off. But Billy found it very hard to believe that his mother would do the same thing.
By that time Billy's prick was hard and throbbing. He knew that his mother had a nice body. He liked to watch her tits bouncing around in her blouse as she walked around. And he'd admired her ass whenever she wore a tight skirt.
But that ogling hadn't prepared him for the beauty of her naked body. He grabbed the frost of his pants where his hard cock had made a huge lump.
After hearing that creaking floor in the hallway, Ann had to take a peek out of the corner of her eye to see if her son really was watching her. It wasn't easy to cast her glance to the doorway. Just the thought that the boy might be watching her was enough to make Ann stiff with horrified pleasure.
But she had to know for sure. Looking from the mirror to the doorway quickly she could see dark silhouette of Billy at the crack of the door.
Now that she knew she was being watched Ann rushed to the highest pinnacle of excitement she'd ever reached. She was embarrassed and ashamed. But those feelings were buried in the tremendous perverted excitement that showing off for her son gave her.
Suddenly Ann realized that she had conquered her fear of incest. If she could jerk off in front of the boy she could do anything she wanted with him.
With that realization, her cunt began leaking more copiously. She could smell the odor of that juice as it seeped down the insides of her thighs. And her cunt felt suddenly hollow, in need of being filled.
Ann knew exactly what she was going to do. She knew what the effect of watching her masturbation would be on her young son. He would be a raging maniac. All she had to do was make him realize that his mother was available.
Ann, her finger still in her cunt and her tit in her mouth, moved out of sight of the crack at the side of her door. Then, staying out of view, she went to the door on top toes. Dropping her hand from her cunt and letting her tit fall back to its place on her chest, she reached for the door and pulled it open.
There stood Billy. When he was face to face with his mother his jaw dropped and he took his hand from his crotch as though he had burned his finger on a stove.
"You can come in if you'd like," Ann said.
But Billy just stood there. His eyes moved from his mother's tits to her cunt.
"Don't be shy, honey," she said. "Just pretend that I'm not your mother for the next hour."
But Billy was still mute with shock. Ann didn't want to scare him away, but he looked as though he would need more encouragement.
Ann stepped toward the boy until her nipples touched the front of his jersey. Then she put her arms around his neck. Billy was taller than his mother. But Ann pulled his face down to hers.
They kissed. Ann slipped her tongue into his mouth and pressed her tits tightly on his chest. Still, however, it took Billy several seconds to get over his paralysis.
When he did, though, it was with a flourish.
Ann had the breath squeezed out of her when Billy finally came to life. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he surrounded her in his strong arms. And Ann let herself go limp, as though caught in the coils of a boa constrictor.
"Oh, honey," Ann cooed when Billy began kissing her neck and shoulders. "Billy, baby, I've wanted you for so long!"
Ann could feel the big lump in Billy's pants pressing into her stomach. The thought that his huge cock was at her disposal now made her eager to get on with the seduction.
Taking her arms from around the boy's neck she pulled his hands from her ass. Then, holding him by the hands, she walked backwards to the bed, pulling Billy along with her. She liked the way he kept his eyes on her body as he followed her. And Ann felt her tits bouncing with her movements a sight that was bound to thrill Billy.
When Ann felt the bed at the back of her legs she let go of Billy's hands and let her body sink backwards.
"Take off your clothes, sweetheart," she said softly.
Billy still hadn't said a word. But he obeyed his mother.
As he pulled his jersey over his head and pulled off his pants, he kept surveying his mother's body. And as she lay on the bed before him, he could see the best parts clearer.
Lying on her back, Ann's tits had sagged to the sides of her chest. But they still created high mounds capped by her pink nipples. Her thighs were spread. And her crotch was on display. The gash seemed to be smiling at the boy though the beard of curly hair. Below that smile her ass looked soft and beautiful.
Billy only felt slightly shy about baring his stiff prick in front of his mother. But under the circumstances it seemed like a minor occurrence. Billy still hadn't gotten it through his head that he was going to stick his rod into the opening in her crotch that he was staring at.
Billy stood there with his prick doing a dance in front of him. But when Ann held her arms out to the boy, Billy seemed to get the idea.
He covered his mother's body with his own. Feeling her big knockers under his chest and her curly nest beneath his balls, Billy began to understand what was going on. And when he kissed his mother again his tongue entered her mouth with aggressive greed.
Billy filled his hand with one of his mother's tits. It was so much different from Karen's smaller, firmer tits that Billy was surprised. But having his mother's heavy jugs oozing between his fingers as he squeezed it was fabulously exciting.
And Billy soon realized how differently his mother kissed. She didn't kiss hungrily as Karen had. Rather, she seemed to be nibbling and sampling his tongue and mouth.
And Karen had never run her finger nails along his side as his mother was doing now. Nor had she slipped her finger tips into the crack of his ass.
Billy knew that he was in the hands of an expert fucker. After all, his mother had been fucking for longer than he was alive.
Billy didn't know why his mother wanted to fuck him. But that didn't matter. All he knew was that he was more excited now than he'd ever been, even with Karen that afternoon. It wouldn't occur to him until later that part of his excitement was due to it being his own mother he was about to fuck.
Ann ran her fingers along. Billy's ass crack until she came to the area where his balls began. She moved her fingers around in there with a light playful motion. Billy had never dreamed of such a thrill.
Billy moved down his mother's body until he could bury his face in her tits. Although that meant that Ann could no longer reach his ass, Billy was still having the time of his life. Sucking the big nipples that decorated each of his mother's globes, he reached for her cunt.
"Ohhhh," Ann sighed and let her thighs fall open wider.
Billy sent a finger into his mother's snatch, exploring its secrets. He found that it was similar to Karen's cunt, but the wiggling inner lips seemed nearer the outer-lips. Then when he probed up her tunnel, it seemed less snug than Karen's had been. It wouldn't hold him as tightly, but he was sure it would be a joy to enter it.
"Billy, I don't know why I've wanted to fuck you, but I do," Ann was saying. "I couldn't help myself. I knew you were watching me jerking off. I left the door open so you could see me. It was a trap, honey."
Ann listened to herself. She hadn't realized that it was true until she heard herself say it. Billy heard too. But he still didn't get it. This was too much to take in at once. And now he concentrated on sucking his mother's tits and fingering her cunt.
When Billy felt his mother pulling him up from her tits he didn't resist. She made him lie beside her. Then Ann raised her body and dropped her tits on Billy's chest and stomach. Then she began kissing his face and neck.
Before long Billy realized that his mother was kissing her way down his body. Now she was licking his nipples. Her tits were being dragged down his stomach.
"Ahhhhhh," Billy gasped when he felt his mother's hand touch his standing prick.
Then she took his balls into a gentle embrace. And all the while her kissing mouth was moving lower over his body.
Billy knew what was going to happen. But he couldn't make himself believe it. Only when his mother was curled up beside his hips and nibbling at his belly button did he know he was going to get a blow-job.
Billy thought blow-jobs only happened in heaven. The thought that his own mother was about to administer one made him dizzy with passion. He shook slightly as he lifted his head to watch what was going on at his crotch.
"You have such a beautiful prick," Ann said with true admiration in her voice.
Billy didn't know whether he should thank her. But his mouth was dry and he was gasping for breath; he couldn't have anyhow.
Ann held her head over the twitching head of her son's prick. She held the bucking rod in both hands. Then she opened her mouth.
Billy was struggling to hold his head up. He watched his mother's profile hovering over his tool. Then he saw her pink tongue flash. He felt a hot swipe stroke his prick.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy cried.
She licked his prick a few more times. And each time Billy's whole body jerked and he gasped loudly, then Ann's head sank. Billy's prick slid between his mother's lips and rested on her tongue.
The hot sensation of his mother's mouth on his cock made Billy throw back his head. He arched his back and spread his legs.
Ann loved how the cock jerking in her mouth made her head move with it. She had to open wide to get her son's fat prick into her mouth, but she couldn't remember anything so exciting.
Ann was amazed at the way Billy was carrying on. But then she hadn't fucked a kid his age since she had been that age herself.
"Oh, God!" Billy muttered in his ecstatic bliss. It seemed that Billy was about to come, Ann thought. But she figured that a horny kid like Billy could come twice. Besides, after one orgasm he should be able to fuck her for a while before spilling a second load.
So Ann began to move her head up and down slowly. The big cockhead in her mouth moved over her tongue and through her sharp teeth.
To make it a very special blow-job, Ann did everything she could think of to give her son pleasure. She held his balls and tickled the puckered hole of his ass. With her other hand she scraped her fingernails along his side.
Billy began writhing madly. He'd never felt anything like this blow-job, and he was out of his mind with rapture.
Ann looked up at her son's face. She found him looking back at her with an expression of extreme lust on his face. Ann smiled at her son with his prick still stuck into her mouth.
"Oh, Mom, I'm going to come!" Billy cried.
Billy was surprised to see that his mother still kept sucking him.
"I'm coming," he said as a warning.
But, still, Ann kept her mouth tightly wrapped around his prick.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Billy gasped as the eruption of his climax struck.
Billy watched his mother close her eyes as if trying to concentrate. He shot gushes of gism into her mouth. But she only swallowed quickly and kept sucking.
Billy bounced his head on the pillow as he was whipped with lashes of powerful pleasure. With his squirting cock in his mother's mouth he had an orgasm to end all orgasms. Even when his gism was spent his prick still burned with beautiful tingling sensations.
And Ann kept her mouth on his prick. Billy realized that she was sucking every bit of his juice from his cock. She must like the stuff, he figured.
When Ann finally lifted her head from her son's prick, it shone with her saliva. And it was slowly lying its head down on the boy's stomach.
"Oh, Mom," Billy said as Ann moved up beside him again. But there was nothing he could say. After that blow-job, words were meaningless. But they hugged, squeezing Ann's tits between them, and that said it all.
Ann was going to wait until her son's prick rose again. Then she would mount him and ride his cock like a bucking bronco.
And like a typical young kid, Billy was soon stiff and eager. Ann held his prick for a while. She wanted to give him a chance to catch his breath and get a bit horny.
But her cunt was less patient than her head. Ann climbed slowly over her son's hips. Still holding his prick, she guided it to the slippery lips of her twat.
Lying on his back, Billy watched his mother. Her tits swayed heavily as she knelt on spread knees over his hips. He watched her cunt descend on his cock, and he saw her put the fat head of his cock to her pussy.
Then, once again, Billy experienced the divine pleasure of feeling his mother's greedy cunt devouring him.
This was a better view than he'd had during the last fuck. He hadn't seen anything then. But now his mother's body was on display as she sat on him.
"Mmmm, Billy, I love how your prick fills me," Ann said.
"Oh, Mom!" Billy gasped. "I never felt anything so great as your curd on my cock."
Billy watched his mother's face take on the look of pure passion that told him how she liked fucking him. She leaned back, resting her ass on his thighs and grabbing her own tits. Billy was enjoying the sight as much as the sensations his cock was getting in her cunt.
Finally, Ann began a rocking motion. Billy's prick didn't slide in and out of her cunt: it merely stirred the juice and silky flesh. And although that motion was very nice for Billy, it was much more for Ann.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh," she began gasping loudly.
Billy could see where his mother's cunt was resting on his pubic patch. In the top of her spread gash he could see where her cunt was surrounded by pink flesh. And as Ann rocked, his prick made the flesh wiggle, giving her clit a real workout.
Billy saw his mother's tits begin to bounce as her movements became more vigorous. Her hips were rolling over Billy's hips, making his prick move from the front to the back of her slot, still without sliding in and out.
"Ohhhh, I love this so much!" Ann cried. "Oh, God!"
Ann leaned forward. She supported herself by putting her hands on Billy's chest. Now her tits were hanging low, swinging wildly. Billy reached out and took those pendulums in his hands. He was amazed at their weight and the way they moved.
"I'm coming!" Ann squealed suddenly. "Yeeeeeehhhhh."
Billy squeezed the bouncing, shaking tits as his mother wept crazy with lust.
Billy wanted to begin plunging his prick in that swamp of his mother's cunt. But he was going to wait until she had her own pleasure. So when Ann rolled off the boy, Billy didn't know what to think.
But then he saw his mother on her knees and resting her shoulders and head on the bed. Her ass and cunt were sticking out at him. Billy saw her pussy peeking out from beneath her wide ass as a starving dog sees a steak. His mouth began to water.
"Come on, honey," Ann said. "Fuck me."
Billy had heard of fucking doggie-style. But he never thought he would get his chance.
But now that his mother was sticking her ass into his face, he was ready. He scuffled behind her, bringing his prick to the hidden muff under her.
Billy grabbed his mother's lips. Then he began probing with his jerking cock at her cunt. He could feel wet hair down there, but it wasn't until his mother reached between her own legs, grabbed his prick, and brought it to her snatch that Billy felt his prick sinking into her body again.
Soon he was leaning his belly against her ass as his prick throbbed in her cunt. Then he began pumping.
"Owwwhhh," Ann sighed with every thrust of her son's cock.
Billy's belly slapped against his mother's ass with loud sounds. And each time he drove his prick deep up her twat Ann's body was given a jar. She had to lean back into the onslaught of Billy's position. Holding his mother's hips, he could give her the full length of his prick with each thrust.
Ann held her hand between her legs and under Billy's swinging balls. That way, as Billy's prick slid in and out of her cunt, his balls bounced along her palm.
"Ahhh, Mom!" Billy grunted. "I'm coming."
"Uh, uh, good," Ann said. "Keep fucking meeeee."
Billy's cock turned into a pillar of pleasure. And what little gism he had left began flowing into his mother's pussy.
Billy threw his head back in a fit of ecstasy. Then something caught his eye. He looked to the side and saw an astonishing sight. The mirror over his mother's dresser was giving him a great view of himself and, his mother. The sight of him pumping his prick into this gorgeous woman's cunt put the frosting on the cake of his orgasm.
When Billy could no longer keep his prick pumping, he dropped from his knees and landed with a bounce beside his mother.
"Oh, Billy," Ann cried in despair.
"What's the matter?" Billy asked.
"Oooo, I was about to come," Ann said as she rolled onto her back. "But that's all right. I can bring myself off."
"Gee, I didn't know," Billy said. "I'm sorry."
He knew that, he had a lot to learn about fucking. But when he saw his mother stick a finger into her own cunt and begin rubbing her own clit, he knew she could teach him.
Billy enjoyed the sight of his mother finishing herself off. After all, this whole adventure had started with her jerking off.
"Yeahhhhhhh. That's it!" Ann said as she came.
Ann and Billy lay beside each other again in the after-glow of fucking.
"Did you fuck Karen?" Ann asked suddenly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"I don't mind telling you. I just fucked her for the first time today," Billy said.
"Really?" Ann said, surprised. "Then this is really a big day for you. We'll have to celebrate. How about going out to dinner?"
"Sure," Billy said.
Billy was proud of himself. And it was a big day the biggest of his life.