Chapter 1
"Ummm . . ."
Helen Grant gave a little groan of pleasure as the first cold blast of spray from the shower struck her, its chill fingers plastering her long auburn hair and running down across her skin to mat the thick dark mound of her cunt and make her clit tingle.
She sighed, luxuriating in the massage of the spray as it quickly grew warm and relaxing.
It was a little past nine o'clock on a bright, beautiful Monday morning in June. The kids were home from school for the summer-she'd just sent her daughter Janie off to her new part-time job at the neighborhood grocery store, and Clay was downstairs watching television. She could hear it blare even from the shower.
At last, having fed the kids and gotten them started on their day, she was enjoying her first moments alone in the privacy of the bathroom.
And not a moment too soon, because she was horny enough to scream.
"Ahhh, yes . . ."
Rushing geysers of water cascaded over her tits, and on impulse, she reached up to cup her big tits and push them out at the streaming spray, feeling her nipples stiffen with wicked pleasure.
Helen was proud of her tits and had reason to be. Their firmness hadn't diminished a bit over the years, and at thirty-seven, she still had the most attractive tits in the neighborhood. Jutting out ripe and swollen, they throbbed now as if hungry for attention, big pink nipples expanding out hard and long with blatant yearning.
Her pulse quickened. She felt her pussy creaming, felt precious cunt juice ooze from her cunt and leak onto her wet thighs to mingle with the shower spray and run down her legs. A widow for the past five years, she still vividly remembered how it felt to have a man's mouth gliding over her tits, a rough tongue flicking and lips sucking, caressing . . .
Almost without thinking, she ran her thumbs over her stiff nipples, gasping as they quivered and stood out a full inch in length. It had been too long since she'd had a man pay attention to her nipples. Too damned long. She plucked at them lightly, enjoying the warmth that spread through her.
Then, caught up in that warmth, she let her hands drift down along her flat stomach to brush her thick mound of soaked pussy fur and push between her soaked thighs to the wet core of her cunt-gash.
"Uhhh-"
She moaned softly, glad for the chance to be alone. It had been over a week since she'd taken one of her extra-long showers. The kids' presence had temporarily soothed the dull ache of loneliness that she'd long since come to expect.
However, after a full week of not jacking off, the ache in her cunt was back full force this morning, too intense to be ignored. She knew, even as she pried her slippery cuntlips apart with practiced ease and moved her thumb across the taut button of her clit, that she couldn't hold out another instant.
"Ahhmm.
Shuddering with delight, she rolled her thumb in a circular motion over her rigid clit, torturing it with increasing fervor as she wedged two fingers into the entrance of her fuck-hole and began to slide in and out of her cunt, inching deeper and deeper.
"Ohhh, oh God, yes . . ." she gasped, writhing down on her make-believe prick until her fingers had disappeared completely up her pussy.
Just as she had at least a hundred times before over the last five years, she pretended that it was a big hard cock reaming out her cunt and thrusting to its base inside her pussy. She strummed her fat hooded clit into a frothing frenzy, and within moments, the first wave of climax swept through her.
"Yes! Yes that's it, oh^ahhh . . ." Panting and arching in the shower, with the far-off din of the T.V. like a background roar and the image of being fucked by a man's stiff cock reeling in her mind, Helen came again and again as she fucked down on her hand in blissful release. "Oh fucking sweet-yes, God yes, more, more!"
Her orgasm erupted in her cunt and clit, and a torrent of pussy-cream drenched her hand as she quivered with frantic joy.
It was in the very midst of her climax-that exact moment of the first real completion she'd had in days-that she realized she was not alone.
A movement in the fogged bathroom mirror caught the edge of her glazed vision. At first, it didn't register in her lust-hazed mind. But then, as if in a dream, she saw the door slowly swing open and her son's head poke in.
Clay Grant stood there, his blue eyes wide and his mouth gaping.
It all happened too fast to stop. With two sopping fingers buried in her cunt, she could no more have halted her orgasm than she could have leaped from a speeding train. And from her position- half-turned toward the doorway-she knew that her son could see it all as her fingers plowed up into her pussy with wrenching spasms.
"Ohhh, ahhhmmm ..."
At that moment, Helen's body twisted in a blur of fulfillment, and not even the vague realization that Clay was looking on could stop the cry of release that tore from her.
"Aaannnhhh!"
Lurching in utter satiation, she cried out in the peak of ecstasy.
Only when it was over, when the last explosion of orgasm had ripped through her, did full understanding hit.
Clay had just seen his own mother jacking off. Finger-fucking herself like some kind of horny pervert.
And he'd seen her enjoy every second of it.
However, instead of reacting with the instinctive shock and horror, Helen was surprised to find a strange calmness seeping through her-aided by the fingers that still gyrated in her cunt eking every bit of pleasure from it.
That was when an unexpected impulse struck. Reluctantly withdrawing her fingers, Helen turned to face the open door and put on an expression of innocent surprise. .
"Oh! Oh, hello dear. I didn't hear you come in."
Standing frozen at the sight he'd burst in upon, Clay jumped at her voice, his face paling. "I . . . I thought the bathroom was empty. Uh, I'm sorry, Mom. I can come back later-"
But Helen wasn't fooled by that lame excuse. She knew her son had been spying on her, and that realization oddly made her feel mischievous. She spoke up quickly. "Oh, that's all right. Come on in. After all, it's your house too. I was just finishing."
Clay hesitated, his expression torn between fear and excitement. At his age, he already had the handsome angular face of a man. Both Clay and
Janie had their father's rich blond hair, unlike Helen's glossy brunette curls. But they did have their mother's attractive features-her high cheeks and small straight nose and full lips.
At the moment, Clay's lips were tightening with guilt and indecision as he stepped uncertainly into the bathroom. "I didn't mean to interrupt, Mom. It's just . . . well, I guess you had the same idea as me. I, uh, I promised to drop by and see Janie at work, and I was going to take a shower, myself."
Helen didn't believe a word of it. She couldn't help but notice the way Clay's gaze consumed her body as he spoke. The boy obviously had never really seen a woman nude before, and his open stare traveled up and down her figure as if trying to take in every inch of her curves at once.
Urged on by that gaze, she abruptly decided to teach her son a lesson.
She spoke casually. "That's a good idea, honey. I tell you what: since I'm already here, why don't we shower together? Then you wouldn't have to wait, and we could do each other's backs!"
Clay's eyes, already wide, now bulged. His face went beet-red, and Helen could hardly help but smile at his reaction to her suggestion. How who was embarrassed!?
"Gee, I don't know, Mom," he began, shrugging uncomfortably. "It. . . well, it doesn't seem . . . you know."
"It's perfectly all right," she spoke soothingly.
enjoying her dare more than she knew she should. "Believe me, I don't mind a bit. In fact, it might even be fun. We haven't showered together for years, have we?"
Clay's face suddenly cleared into a grin. The next moment, he was wiggling out of his shirt and jeans and making straight for the shower to join her.
"Okay. I guess it's all right, since you say so."
Helen gasped at the sight of her son's nude, muscular young body as he stepped under the spray to confront her. His cock was bobbing half-erect, its tufted nest of curls a light golden fringe that had not yet thickened and darkened enough to hide his lovely ball sac. Like Greek statues she had seen, he had a beautiful cock and an absolutely gorgeous pair of balls. The size of robin's eggs, his nuts bulged in their smooth tight sheath in a way that made her ache to caress them.
But it was Clay's cock that really held her attention. She hadn't seen her son's prick since he was a little boy, but his shiny knobbed prick-shaft was no little boy's cock-it was enormous, swelling into a huge hard-on that took her breath away. Though not completely hard, his prick stood out a full seven inches and was obviously good for more. Veined and fat and reddening at its tip, his fucker held her gaze hypnotically, like a weaving snake.
Her son had grown into a man, and he had a man's prick.
She suddenly wanted to grab his cock, to wrap her fist around it and cup his heavy sagging balls in her palm, to feel the thing she'd been missing so much over the past five years.
And she almost did, held back only by the fact-that he was her son. It wasn't right for a mother to feel her teenage son's cock, no matter how sweet it looked and how horny she happened to be.
His sudden laugh caught her off guard. "Look, Mom, you're spouting!"
Following his eyes, Helen looked down at the twin geysers of water that sprang from her hard-budded tits. Clay stretched out a hand to catch one flowing geyser, and that innocent gesture abruptly made her cunt melt and burn with fiery new intensity.
"They are a little like fountains." She forced a husky laugh of acknowledgement. "You could almost drink from them, couldn't you?"
"You sure could." Clay practically smacked his lips at the prospect, giddy with excitement that his mother didn't seem to mind his scrutiny of her tits a bit. "I'll bet it'd be fun, too."
The eager look on his face made her cunt cream. It had been so long since she'd made any man horny, that even a naive inquisitive boy was enough to turn her on. Even her own son!
But right at the moment, he was much more than that. She knew only too well the flood of new emotions he was eoins through, the overpowering hungers and unexpressed desires of a boy in a man's body. Those things were normal for a teenager. Considering that, she couldn't really blame him for spying at all. He only wanted a taste of the mysteries of womanhood, and had naturally come to his own mother.
She couldn't very well turn him down, now, could she? Prodded by that rationalization, Helen carried her teasing game a step further.
"Go ahead, darling. Why don't you try and see? I guess a little experimenting won't hurt!"
Laughing lightly to hide the rush of pleasure that soared through her, she thrust her tits out a bit in uninhibited invitation.
Caught up by his mother's openness, Clay ducked his head forward. His mouth opened wide, mere inches from one taut nipple.
The stream of spray leaped from her rigid tit and cascaded over his tongue in a sensuous fountain that quickened Helen's breath. Her bright glistening nipple hovered tantalizingly over Clay's mouth as he playfully gulped, making no effort to hide the way his cock leaped in reaction.
His big, inflamed prick-head glided across her thighs, and she couldn't help but feel a blast of delight at the hot trail his cock made against her skin. It had been five lonely years since she'd been this near a throbbing cock, and the sheer abandon of the situation had her cunt frothing for that wonderful rippling cock-meat.
At last, Clay closed his mouth to catch his breath, and the spray from her nipple spattered across his face, making her laugh again.
He grinned, "Hey, it's not that funny, Mom. Come on, how can I get a drink if you're going to laugh? Look how you're jiggling the spout!"
He pointed at her quivering tits, and they both laughed afresh at that.
"Well, then, you're just going to have to catch it, aren't you?" she teased, flexing her shoulder tauntingly. "You're the one who thought of this game, so let's see how well you play."
Urged by her tempting motion, he opened his mouth again and bobbed his head in an effort to catch the elusive little fountain.
In doing so, he inadvertently moved closer, once or twice accidentally brushing his lips against her straining nipple.
The nearness of her son's thirsting mouth was suddenly too good to pass up. In a hoarse voice she gave in. "Oh, if you really need a drink that bad, we don't want you to go without, do we? Here- now try it."
With those words she shifted to him, popping her nipple between his open lips.
"Umff-"
Clay made a sound of surprise and automatically closed his mouth on the stiff wet spire, his tongue flicking to taste it.
Helen groaned at the first hesitant stroke of her son's tongue, and pushed even more of her tit into his mouth.
"Ahhh ..."
Without warning, the game ceased to be just that. Taken by surprise, Clay could hardly believe his luck. He'd sneaked up here in the faint hope of catching a glimpse of what a real nude woman looked like, and now he was actually standing naked in the shower with his mom and sucking her tit! It was great!
The fact that she was his mother didn't matter a bjt. She was a woman first-a voluptuous horny woman with a better body than the ones he'd seen in magazine pictures. All he could think of was her tit pressing into his mouth, and that quickly had him gobbling with unrestrained hunger.
"Yesss, uhhhmmm . . ."
Tangling her hands in her son's wet hair, Helen urged him on.
"Yes, that's my baby. Oh God, that feels so good. More darling, more ..."
He sucked her tit harder than ever, rolling her thrusting nipple on his tongue and lapping at it furiously. His hands crept up to cup her huge tit-mound, kneading its softness and squeezing it until she was moaning loudly.
All the while, Helen felt her son's hard prick jabbing against her stomach, slithering its knobbed head along her slippery flesh. She wanted nothing more than to grab his thick prick-shaft and ram it up her cunt.
But she was afraid how Clay might react to the realization that his own mother wanted to fuck him. Instead, she pulled back, flushed, her cunt exploding with hot fuck juices.
"Oh-oh honey, I don't . . . that shouldn't Jiave happened. I-"
"Why not?" Clay gave her an honestly puzzled look, still holding onto her tit. "What's wrong with playing? You said it was all right!"
"This isn't the kind of playing I meant," she answered, knowing the words were a lie even as she said them. "Darling, you don't understand what . . . well, what that kind of game can lead to. Neither of us would like the outcome much, once we thought about it. Do you understand?"
He shook his head, confused. But one thing he knew for sure: his mother was ending their fun, and he didn't want that to happen. "Didn't you like my tit-sucking, Mom? I sure did!"
She gave a croaking laugh. "So I see, honey. Just look at yourself!"
With that, she swooped down a hand and caught Clay's prick in her grasp, trying to convince herself that she was merely pointing out his response to their unhealthy game.
The instant her fingers slipped around his smooth cock, they closed into a fist and began to tug, making Clay suck in his breath.
"You see?" she went on as her hand began a pumping motion over his cock. "It isn't right to feel this way about your mother. And . . . and it isn't right to ... to ... oh my God, darling ..."
Her fist moved faster, and Clay's hips twitched in response. He'd jerked off lots of times. But it had never felt like this!
"That's it, Mom," he grunted, hunching forward. "It feels real good, don't stop. Yeah . . ."
Somehow, Helen found herself backed into the corner of the shower stall, her pumping hand pulling Clay's prick to her with each hard stroke. His hands moved over her tits, fondling and rubbing them until they were throbbing.
As if hypnotized, she watched his reddened cock-head spear straight for her thick wet bush of cunt fur. Its pink little piss-tip gleamed with a precious drop of cum, and she hissed ecstatically as his big cock-knob pushed its way amongst her cunt curls.
"Oh Clay, that. . . that's nice, baby. Your cock is so big and hard, so gorgeous!"
In a haze of pure lust, she lifted one tapered leg and let his rigid cock slide along her drooling pussy-slit.
He hunched forward at the silky feel of slick pouting cuntflesh against his prick. His cock jerked up, slamming its veined length against his mother's cunt.
Suddenly, she guided his cock up with a determined pull, aiming it for her drenched pussy.
"Annnhhh!"
She gave a purr of pure joy as his prick-head lodged between her cuntlips, shoving them apart and pushing its flared tip into her fuck-hole.
For an instant, there was a slight resistance as her unused cunt muscles were stretched to accept his stabbing cock-meat. Then the resistance eased, and his cock slipped into her cunt, snugly sheathing its whole length in her hungry pussy-slot.
The youngster gave a startled gasp at the ease with which his prick seemed to melt right into his mother's pussy. "Ahhh-oh yeah! Mom, I can feel my cock in your cunt! Man, is it nice!"
"Ummm . . ." she smiled, wiggling to feel his cock slosh inside her cunt. "Do ... do you really like my pussy, honey?"
"Hell yes!" he blurted. "Your pussy feels real good, and I think I can make it feel even better!"
He began to twitch his hips, inching his stiff, angled cock in and out of Helen's cunt with the natural expertise of innocent enthusiasm.
She released a groan and clutched her son's ass-cheeks as his cock slid back and forth, picking up a fucking rhythm that quickly grew faster. She was really getting fucked. After five empty years, she was finally getting her cunt filled the way she needed most. The only trouble was that it was her own son, a youngster, who was doing the fucking.
But at the moment, that fact didn't concern either of them greatly. Excited at getting the first real fucking in his life, Clay drilled his cock into his mother's cunt with a friction that had her weaving her ass and digging her fingernails into his skin with spasms of unleashed joy.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, urging him to pump her pussy even harder. "Fuck me, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cock, lover. Annh . . ."
Release burst through Helen's cunt in floods: of gushing cunt juice as her son's swollen prick-shaft lunged again and again, burying itself to its down-furred cock-base inside her tensed fuck-hole. Reflex took over, and her cunt muscles clamped onto his magnificent driving prick and began to suck on it voraciously, slurping for the magic load of cum that filled his sagging, slapping balls.
Clay had never even imagined that fucking could feel so good. He thrashed in the squeezing grip of his mom's pussy and rammed his cock-meat into her more viciously than ever, panting out his delight. "Oh shit, you're really fucking my cock now, Mom! Fuck my cock! Unh! Unh-"
His body surged, and she cried out as the first enveloping peaks of orgasm brought her to writhing, blissful release.
Helen thrashed and writhed on Clay's prick in a way that quickly had his load of jism boiling up in his balls. Her big, gorgeous tits flopped and bounced wildly, and he took advantage of that by ducking
Suddenly, she guided his cock up with a determined pull, aiming it for her drenched pussy.
"Annnhhh!"
She gave a purr of pure joy as his prick-head lodged between her cuntlips, shoving them apart and pushing its flared tip into her fuck-hole.
For an instant, there was a slight resistance as her unused cunt muscles were stretched to accept his stabbing cock-meat. Then the resistance eased, and his cock slipped into her cunt, snugly sheathing its whole length in her hungry pussy-slot.
The youngster gave a startled gasp at the ease with which his prick seemed to melt right into his mother's pussy. **Ahhh-oh yeah! Mom, I can feel my cock in your cunt! Man, is it nice!"
"Ummm . . ." she smiled, wiggling to feel his cock slosh inside her cunt. "Do ... do you really like my pussy, honey?"
"Hell yes!" he blurted. "Your pussy feels real good, and I think I can make it feel even better!"
He began to twitch his hips, inching his stiff, angled cock in and out of Helen's cunt with the natural expertise of innocent enthusiasm.
She released a groan and clutched her son's ass-cheeks as his cock slid back and forth, picking up a fucking rhythm that quickly grew faster. She was really getting fucked. After five empty years, she was finally getting her cunt filled the way she needed most. The only trouble was that it was her own son, a youngster, who was doing the fucking.
But at the moment, that fact didn't concern either of them greatly. Excited at getting the first real fucking in his life, Clay drilled his cock into his mother's cunt with a friction that had her weaving her ass and digging her fingernails into his skin with spasms of unleashed joy.
"Fuck me!" she wailed, urging him to pump her pussy even harder. "Fuck me, darling! Fill my pussy with your sweet cock, lover. Annh ..."
Release burst through Helen's cunt in floods of gushing cunt juice as her son's swollen prick-shaft lunged again and again, burying itself to its down-furred cock-base inside her tensed fuck-hole. Reflex took over, and her cunt muscles clamped onto his magnificent driving prick and began to suck on it voraciously, slurping for the magic load of cum that filled his sagging, slapping balls.
Clay had never even imagined that fucking could feel so good. He thrashed in the squeezing grip of his mom's pussy and rammed his cock-meat into her more viciously than ever, panting out his delight. "Oh shit, you're really fucking my cock now, Mom! Fuck my cock! Unh! Unh-"
His body surged, and she cried out as the first enveloping peaks of orgasm brought her to writhing, blissful release.
Helen thrashed and writhed on Clay's prick in a way that quickly had his load of jism boiling up in his balls. Her big, gorgeous tits flopped and bounced wildly, and he took advantage of that by ducking his head and latching his mouth once more on her hard nipple, sucking and nibbling it ferociously.
"Yes!" she practically shrieked, coming in an endless chain of explosions. "Yes, baby! Suck me and fuck me like that! Harder, Clay! Oh God, harder!"
After five years of having to rely on her own fingers in place of a real Cock, Helen couldn't have stopped what was happening now even if she'd wanted to. Her pussy churned with hot cunt juice and squeezed her son's big luscious cock in a wild milking motion as blast after blast of completion ripped through her. Clay's mouth sucked on her nipple harder than before, and deep groaning noises of sheer pleasure rose from his throat as he fucked viciously, slamming his smooth cock up his mother's cunt like a pro.
Suddenly, he released her tit and pounded his cock-meat forward like a battering ram, crying out. "I'm coming, Mom! Yeah-oh fuck! Yeahhh!"
"Ahhhh!" she wailed as her son's body shuddered and surged. Cock-cream blasted into her cunt, the hot load of jizz flooding her pussy.
They clung in heaving -unison, unaware of the shower spray rushing over their slick glistening bodies. Helen flailed on her son's meaty, shooting prick, soaking up every precious drop of his jizz.
At last, Clay slumped, drained and happy against his mom's twitching body. His reddened prick was still wedged in her cunt-slot.
"Oh baby, that was . . . ummm, that was the best shower I've had in a long time. Did-did you enjoy it too?" Helen giggled huskily.
"Oh shit yeah! It was great! Wow, I never felt anything so good . . . can we fuck some more? I don't want to stop fucking you!"
Even as he spoke, his cock stirred deep in her pussy. The notion of fucking again excited Helen, but with the worst of her horniness satisfied, she felt a twinge of guilt. Pulling back with a laugh, she reluctantly let Clay's prick slip from her cunt and plop free.
"I thought you were going to see your sister," she said lightly, forcing herself to ignore the dripping, fattening prick that dangled between her son's thighs. "Now scoot, before we end up in here all day!"
"Well, okay." Giving in, he stepped from the shower and turned back with a pleased expression. "But we can take showers together lots from now on, can't we?"
"We'll see."
Helen watched her son towel himself dry and dress, then echo his goodbye as he scurried off to meet Janie.
After he was gone, the guilt began to set in. She'd seduced her own little boy. She'd fucked her son, giving him the first taste of pussy he'd ever had. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, now he'd be expecting her to fuck him again. That was only a natural reaction for a boy who didn't understand that anything wrong had occurred.
And worst of all, she didn't know if she could ignore his beautiful fucking cock now that she'd had it in her cunt. Instead of ending, her problems had just begun.
"Oh- damn," she sighed, reaching down to massage her swollen cunt and feel her son's fuck-cream drool from the parted slit of her pussylips. "Damn you, Clay . . ."
Almost before she knew it, Helen was finger-fucking herself into a frenzy once more and thinking of Clay's cock in a way no normal mother should.