Chapter 2

After she had finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner, Marcia sat down in the living room with her son. He was sprawled on the couch, his head propped up with a small pillow, watching television.

Marcia reclined in the comfortable old leather chair, but her eyes were on her son. He still wore his cut-offs, and that was all. She gazed at the front of his shorts, seeing the small lump of his cock there. He was, of course, no longer hard. Marcia had been hoping Robert would have a hard-on. She had been boiling all afternoon, and her erotic mind didn't help much. She jokingly told herself she should shove a couple of dozen ice cubes up her pussy to cool it off.

At eight, she got to her feet and told her son, "I'm going to bed now, baby. Don't stay up too long, okay?"

"Sure, Mom," Robert replied, not looking at her.

Marcia stood there for a moment longer, her eyes fixed upon the front of his shorts. Then with a sigh she went upstairs. The house was much too large for the two of them, but she liked it.

Marcia showered, which was what she usually did at night. She loved to be clean and fresh, and often showered twice a day. By the time she finished drying her slender, curvy body, she was intensely aroused. Her nipples stood out long and hard, tingling nicely. Her cunt was bubbling and she stood near her dresser, caressing herself. She always slept naked, not liking anything next to her flesh.

She knew without a doubt that she would fingerfuck herself this night. It was something she had been doing a lot lately. Her sexuality was growing more each day, and she made no effort to push it away. But she didn't want to use her fingers tonight. She wanted something different.

Marcia went on a search of her bedroom, looking for something she could use. Finally she located a couple of thick, long candles. They could, with only a little imagination, resemble two hard cocks. Taking the candles, she climbed onto her bed. At the head of her bed, the wall was one huge mirror. She squatted there, looking at her reflection as she toyed with the candles. She shoved one into her cunt and moved it in and out, seeing the way her hairy cunt lips clung to it. The other she brought to her lips, licking and kissing at it while her mind pretended they were two hard cocks.

She was working herself into steaming excitement when she heard her son whistling, coming up the stairs. For just a moment, panic came to her; she had left her bedroom door open. But the panic fled swiftly as pleasure flooded her. She wanted Robert to see her, watch her play with the candles, to become excited. Perhaps, she thought, she would get her son so excited he would take his cock out and she would see it.

Facing the mirrors, her back to the door, Marcia spread her legs as far as she could, making certain her bushy cunt could be seen. She held one of her firm, shapely tits in one hand, thrusting the candle in and out of her pussy with the other. Her eyes glowed hotly as she watched in the mirror, hoping Robert would peek in at her.

Then he was.

Marcia saw his eyes go wide, pretending she did not know he was there. She moaned and whimpered, twisting her naked ass about as the candle probed her cunt. Finally she pulled the candle from her pussy and got onto her hands and knees, still pretending she did not see her son. He was so excited by what he was seeing, she noticed, that he was standing openly in the doorway. She saw the lump in the front of his cut-offs, the outline of his hard cock. A tremor of delight moved through her hot body as she spread her knees on the bed and inserted the candle into her cunt once more. She brought the other candle to her mouth. Now, on her hands and knees, her ass revealed in the mirror, Marcia began to fuck the candle and suck on the other one.

"Oooo!" she mewled loudly so her son could hear. "Ooohhhh, good! Mmmmm ... fuck me, darling! Oh God ... fuck me with your sweet cock!" And she sucked deeply on the candle again. Her eyes turned toward her son now, not at all trying to conceal herself.

Robert stood there, leaning against the door, his cock hard inside his cut-offs, eyes wide and burning with excitement.

Sensing there was no longer any reason to pretend, Marcia sat up, pulling the candles from her mouth and cunt. She sat on her heels, her knees wide, her cunt exposed to her son's hot eyes. She fixed her own eyes upon the bulge of his pants.

"Robert!" she whispered in a thick voice, "Robert, baby ... come to me!"

Robert came into the room, hesitantly and shyly. He approached his mother's bed, then stopped. He stared at her shapely tits, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.

"Do you like me, baby?" she asked, teasingly running a finger about a hard nipple. "Do you like seeing me this way, without clothes on?"

"Gosh, Mom!" he gasped, embarrassment on his young, beardless face. "Gosh, I ..."

"Here, sit down beside me, Robert," she said, patting the bed. "Sit down and let's ... talk."

When he sat down, she stretched her long legs out, leaning back on her heels, not at all bashful in her nakedness. "You like Dawn, don't you, baby?"

"Sure," he said, trying to avert his eyes from his mother's body. "Sure, I like Dawn."

"Look at me!" Marcia said, more harshly than she intended. "Look at me, Robert!"

When he turned to look at her, she said, "Have you seen Dawn this way before?"

He shook his head, unable to speak. His eyes were riveted upon the thick, curly hair that surrounded his mother's cunt.

"Wouldn't you like to see her without her clothes on, baby? Wouldn't you love to see Dawn without her panties on?"

"Mom, I ..." He gulped, unable to go any further.

"Don't act so bashful, Robert," she said, amused at his innocence. "You can look at me all you want. Come on ... look at me!"

Once she had him looking at her, Marcia opened her legs wide. "Wouldn't you like to see Dawn this way? Tell me the truth, honey. Wouldn't you love to see her little ... cunt?"

Robert was shaking visibly, but his cock stood strong inside his shorts. He blushed, but nodded his head. Marcia laughed, a low, throaty sound.

"I thought you would, Robert. She's a very beautiful, sweet little girl. I'm surprised you haven't gotten her into the garage or behind the bushes yet. She'll let you, you know."

"Aw, Mom, not Dawn," he stammered. "She wouldn't let a guy do anything."

"Want to make a bet?" she teased her son. She sat up next to him. Suddenly, she pulled him against her naked tits, caressing his hair.

"I saw how you looked at me when I came in the house this afternoon. You had a hard-on, didn't you?"

"Aw, Mom," he muttered, his breath hot against one of her nipples.

"You liked looking at my ass, baby," she said, stroking him. "You like seeing me naked, don't you? Don't it make you all tingly and hot, want to touch me, feel me up?"

"Gosh, Mom, I can't ..."

"Yes, you can!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling it between her thighs. "You can feel me, Robert! I want you to feel me! See, that's my cunt ... nice and hot and wet and hairy! Wouldn't you like to stick your finger up my cunt, baby? Come on, play with mother's pussy! Play with my cunt and make me feel good! I'll make you feel good, Robert. I'll play with your little prick!"

Even though she had shoved his hand between her warm thighs and placed it upon her quivering cunt, Marcia could sense that Robert was shy, hesitant. But she also knew he was very excited to be touching her. She wanted him to move his hand, to rub and caress her cunt, but all he did was hold his hand there, unmoving. His body trembled next to hers and his eyes were huge.

Marcia waited a moment, looking at him. She saw his pink face, evidence of his excited embarrassment. Even that sent a ripple of desire through her.

"Move your hand, baby," she urged in a low, thick voice. "Move your fingers and feel me up! Don't you like it? Isn't it nice to feel a hot, hairy cunt, Robert?"

Robert gulped, then nodded his head jerkily. Marcia gave a low, soft, delighted laugh. "I knew you'd like it, honey. I knew you'd like feeling me up!"

Once she knew he would not pull his hand away, she leaned back and looked down her naked body; his hand was in her thick cunt hair. Marcia wiggled her hips lewdly, a wicked smile on her face. Robert stared between her legs, seeing his mother's hot cunt against his hand, then he made a tentative move with his fingers.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's it, baby," she encouraged him. "That's it! Feel me, Robert! Play with my cunt! Oooo, I like your hand on my pussy, darling! Isn't it hot and wet?"

When one of his fingers traced up the moist, twitching lips and rubbed over her distended clitoris, Marcia cooed with pleasure. "Ohhhh, baby, stick a finger in me! Put a finger inside my cunt! Ohh, yes!" she murmured as his finger slipped into her. "Now move it in and out! That's right, Robert, that's the way to do it!"

Marcia writhed her hips on the bed as her son stabbed his finger in and out of her boiling cunt. She looked between her firm, uptilted tits, watching his hand between her smooth thighs, moaning softly as the pleasure built higher and higher. She felt as though she would come at any moment, but she didn't want to come this way. Sitting upright, she placed her palm on the front of his cut-offs and felt her son shake almost violently. She pressed her palm down and felt the hard throbbing of his cock. She squeezed his cock and brought a gasping groan of pleasure from him.

Slipping her fingers underneath the frayed legs of his cut-offs, she ran a fingertip over the swollen smoothness of his cock, then around the sensitive cockhead. Robert shuddered as her fingertip caressed the wetness of his piss hole.

"Oh, my!" Marcia whimpered in pleasure. "You're so hard, baby! Your cock is so hard! I want to see it, Robert! I want to take your cock out and look at it, touch it and feel it!"

Her hands shook with eagerness as she struggled with his shorts. Finally she had them down to his knees, and his cock stood strong and hard. She gurgled softly as she gazed at it, seeing his hairless balls tight at the base.

"Oooo, baby, baby!" she said in a low whisper. "It's beautiful! You have such a beautiful cock! I had no idea it would be so beautiful, so hard, so ... so ... ahhh, I love your cock, Robert!"

Marcia wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed, making her son shiver. She pumped her fist up and down, holding it tightly. She felt every throb, every ridge of hardness, and her cunt became tight and twitched hungrily.

She was so hot and so ready that she could not wait any longer. Marcia fell back onto the bed, her head on a fluffy pillow, her hair spread out from her glowing, beautiful face. Her eyes were half-closed in passion. She spread her thighs as widely as she could, arching her cunt up for him. Robert's eyes stared at his mother's pussy, his tongue running in nervous excitement over his lips. His cock jerked about wildly, dripping, ready.

"I want it inside me, Robert," Marcia said in a thick, half-whisper.

"Aw, Mom," Robert said shyly.

"I do, Robert!" she insisted. "I do want it inside me! Don't you want to feel my cunt around your sweet hard-on? Don't you want to fuck a girl, baby? I'm a girl; you can see that. I'm a girl and I want to feel your cock inside my cunt!"

"Mom, you're asking me to fu ..." He dropped his eyes bashfully.

Marcia laughed softly, running her hand up and down his arm. "Yes, Robert, I'm asking you to fuck me!"

His eyes came up quickly. "Fu ... fuck you?"

"Ohhh, yes!"

Her son giggled, his face burning. She loved his shy excitement, and it made her want his cock up her cunt even more than ever. She pulled him down on top of her body, his bare chest crushing her firm tits. She felt his throbbing cock searing the flesh of her lower stomach, making her shiver with delight. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she smeared moist kisses about his smooth, beardless face. She ran her tongue over his lips, and then it was inside her son's mouth, darting and licking. She ran her hands up and down his back, over his tight, muscular ass cheeks, drawing him tight, squirming her lower body against him.

She felt him twisting and squirming on her, his excitement matching hers. She felt the swollen head of his cock sliding along the hairy wet lips of her cunt. Marcia lifted her ass slightly, then her son's cock slipped up her pussy with ease. She whimpered with pleasure as it went into her, her hands clawing at the cheeks of his ass, pulling his hips tighter into her crotch. She felt his tight balls resting against the cheeks of her ass.

"Oooo, baby, baby!" she murmured hotly. "You're in me! Oh God ... your cock is inside me ... in my cunt! Oh, Robert, you've got your cock in Mother's cunt! So good--so fucking good, honey!"

Neither of them moved for a while, letting the forbidden pleasure flow through their heated bodies. Marcia's cunt flexed about her son's cock, gripping and loosening. She felt her clitoris smash against the base of his hot cock. Marcia could remain still no longer.

"Fuck me, Robert!" she hissed tightly, holding his ass cheeks tightly. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, baby! Ohhh, shove your cock in and out of my hot pussy! Fuck me ... fuck me! Fuck your mother, Robert!"

He began to thrust his cock up and down, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. Marcia moved with him, arching and lowering her crotch. She felt his hot breath against her neck where he had buried his face. She took hold of his hips and brought him under control.

"This way, darling," she cooed. "Fuck me like this! Mother will show you how!"

She used her hands on his hips, instructing her son how to fuck her. Then he fucked into her with easy but excited stabs. She twisted and bounced beneath him, her cunt clinging hungrily to his lunging cock.

"Good, isn't it, baby?" she whispered against his hair, caressing her hands up and down his back, only to return to claw at his tight ass cheeks. She lifted her long thighs and locked her ankles between his legs, thrusting her cunt up and down. "Ohhh, it's so good--your cock in my cunt, Robert! I love it, baby! I love the way your cock feels, going in and out of Mother's cunt! Fuck me, honey! Oh God ... fuck Mother good!"

Robert tried to respond, but his voice was thick with excitement and his words came in a jumbled mess. His ass moved wildly, his cock thrusting in and out furiously.

"Don't talk, baby," she murmured, digging her fingers into his ass cheeks. "Don't try to talk ... just fuck me! Oh, just fuck Mother's hot cunt! Ooo, I love it, Robert! I love your cock ... so hard! So hard and fucking me!"

"Mom, I ... I feel like ... oh, Mom!"

"Hush, baby, hush. Don't talk, not yet! Fuck me and don't try to talk! Oooo, that's so good, Robert! God, does your cock feel good up my cunt!"

Marcia yelped softly, nipping at her son's shoulder. She whimpered as her cunt contracted to wave after wave of delicious orgasms. Each orgasm was stronger than the last.

"Oh, baby, baby! I'm coming! Oh I'm coming so nicely! You're making Mother come, Robert! You're making my cunt come! Ohhh, fantastic ... great ... wonderful!"

Marcia's pussy clung tightly to her son's thrusting cock, the moist, slippery lips sucking at him as he went in and out, his balls banging softly against her upturned ass cheeks. She had her fingers between her son's ass cheeks now, squeezing them tightly as she pressed her cunt hard against him, grinding furiously as her orgasms swelled and burst one after the other.

"Mom! Oh, Mom, I ... I gotta ..." Robert grunted, slamming down hard into her grinding cunt.

"Yes, yes, Robert! Oh, please ... yes!" she growled insanely. "Do it, baby! Don't hold back! Come, Robert! Come! I want to feel it spurting in me ... come in my cunt, darling! I love it ... a cock squirting up my hot cunt! Come ... come in me, in my pussy, my cunt, my cunt, my ... ohhhhh, yes!"

She felt her son's cock lurching inside her gripping pussy, then his come juice splattered along the sensitive cunt walls. He grunted time and again as he came, his body shaking on top of her. Marcia wailed with ecstasy as her cunt began a sucking motion that was involuntary on her part, an action that never failed to amaze her, or the cock inside her. It was a reflex she was proud of, took pleasure in. She never understood it, how it happened, but it made her feel so good, and gave so much pleasure to a cock in her cunt.

She felt her son beginning to relax on top of her body, and she caressed him gently and lovingly as he slowly recovered. She trailed a finger along the crack of his ass, around his ass cheeks and up his spine. Then she placed her hands on each side of his face, holding his head up. She looked for a long time in his eyes, searching for guilt, shame, any sign that he was embarrassed. She saw none.

"Was it good, Robert?" she asked softly. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Mom," he replied, his eyes misty with happiness. "I enjoyed it."

"You aren't ashamed, are you?"

"Oh, no! I really loved doing it to you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, Mom, I'm sure!"

She gently shoved him off her, his cock slip-ping free of her clinging cunt. She turned to face him, and they lay there, glowing with the pleasure that still filled them. They kissed gently, licking at each other's lips, caressing each other's bodies. She loved the way he fondled her tits, examined her nipples closely, ran his tongue about them.

"Look at me all you want, honey," she smiled at her eager son. "See what a girl looks like, baby. Look at me all you want ... anyplace you want to look."

Robert examined every inch of his mother's naked body, touching her and grunting with pleasure. She took delight in his discoveries, and turned her body around for him, enjoying his excitement. She was pleased to be the first girl for him.

Finally she pulled him to her, pressing her body against his. She wrapped an arm over his chest and threw one of her creamy, smooth thighs across his cock. She pulled his head onto one tit.

"You sleep with me tonight, honey," she murmured, closing her eyes. "And every night, for that matter."