Chapter 4
Gloria opened the door silently, so she wouldn't awaken Tommy, and then she tiptoed to his door, opening it silently to see if he was asleep alright.
But, he wasn't asleep. Instead, he was gripping his penis, and pulling on it, and his jaw was hanging slack, and he never noticed anything, say nothing of the door opening a slight crack, for he was fantasizing a fuck, as he often did when he'd awake alone, turned-on, troubled in the middle of the night.
Vividly, it flashed into Gloria's mind what Howard had said earlier. He had said at fifteen he was fucking every girl in the block. Of course he was exaggerating. He was always exaggerating, but he was getting one point across, a boy at fifteen has hot nuts, and needs action!
Stepping softly inside his room, she startled him in the darkness when he was distracted from his jack-offing, and pulled the sheet over his hand, pulling his penis as fast as he knew how.
"Who's there?" he demanded, masking fear with anger.
"It's me, darling-Mom!"
"Oh, Mom-you scared me," he said, "Oh," he sighed, "Am I ever glad it was you."
"Why were you scared, baby?"
"I don't know! I guess it was because you took me by surprise!"
"I guess I did, darling," she said quietly, and he knew what she meant.
Defensively, he interjected, "Well, you've no right to bust in on a guy like that! I'm a man now!"
"So I see," she said softly, and from the way she said it, husky, appealing, he got the goose-bumps, and his hard-on got harder.
"What can I do?" he said, sweat pouring down his nervous face. "My balls get to itching, Mom-and I gotta' do something to relieve them. There's nothing wrong with that!"
"I never said there was," she whispered, and bent over and kissed him gently. The moment she kissed him gently, he pressed his lips hard on hers, crushing them, making her wonder for a moment if the hard impact of his teeth would break hers. And then his mouth opened instinctively, as he licked her lips, and she found herself falling into the pattern he was designing. Soon, his tongue was licking her tongue, flapping against it, and then they were Frenching.
Pulling away, she sighed, "Oh, son-we shouldn't be doing this. It's not right for a i mother to kiss a son like we kissed now."
"Yeah, Mom, I know," he said, "but you're not just any Mom, you know that, don't you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
"You're a turn-on," he said flatly. "A turn-on?"
"Yeah, a hot chick who gets men stimulated when they see her. You know, a real turn-on, who gives a hard-on."
"Son," Gloria said shyly, acting now, "you know, we shouldn't talk that way to each other. It's not right, son!"
"Get off it, Mom,".he chuckled, "I've seen you making it with men lots of times. You're not foolin' me none!"
"You're lying," she said, slapping his face angrily. And then, she wept bitter tears. "You are lying, aren't you?"
Stone-sober, and not cracking a trace of a smile, Tommy told her, "It's the truth, Mom! I saw you blow one guy and suck another guy's ass out! Another time I even saw you letting a big black guy sock it to you. And, you know what?"
Bending over with guilt and shame, she asked, "What?"
"I think you're the best piece of ass that ever got laid!"
"Oh, son," she sobbed, "you should never talk to me like that." And then, beneath the sheet she saw something raising that spoke to her in terms she understood. Necessity took over, and morals disappeared, along with sorrow, shame, and guilt.
Flinging the sheet back, he asked, "What do I do about this? When it gets a hard-on? What then?"
Gloria shrugged, "I-I don't suppose it would hurt if I helped you."
"Oh, would you, Mom?" Tommy beamed, his face eager with anticipation of what she could do for him, administering to his needs in this manner. "Please, please, Mom-pull it off for me!"
Then, as the mother touched her son's member, she suddenly felt a quiver of excitement surge through her. She could see his father-young again, virile, and hot-eager to have her do him-every way.
Yet, the accusing fingers of everyone she dealt with seemed to point at her, and she was perplexed. She didn't want to do it, yet, she did, and this tug-of-war inside herself was killing her. Tommy helped her resolve to do it for him.
"Who would know?" he began quietly, using some skillful psychology to influence his Mom to service him.
Shrugging, Gloria sighed, "No one, if you didn't tell them!" When Tommy observed her eyes were focused on his huge, throbbing penis, he decided to make it more appealing for her. He held it in his hand, gripping it, squeezing it until a drop of crystal cum surfaced on its meaty head.
"Just touch it-" he said softly, all the allure and appeal he could project into his simple request from his Mom was there.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt anybody," she said, reaching out, and stopping in mid-air.
"No, no," Tommy insisted, not wanting her hand to go back but to grasp his penis. Finally, when he couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed her hand gently, and placed it on himself. When she felt his throbbing, mighty shaft, she didn't have to be coaxed to do another thing.
"Come on," he said, "Pull it, Mom. Faster!"
Gloria had done this for men. Many men whose penises weren't as large as Tommy's fresh young penis was. And she didn't hesitate to service them with a hand-job, because she felt it was Mom Nature calling, and who was she to buck something so instinctive, something so natural?
The same type of reasoning came to her at this hot moment. Obviously, this boy's development indicated he was indeed in need of some good, hot sex action. And the only way she could make sure he got it-from a wholesome source-was to administer a simple little hand-job. As long as nobody knew it couldn't haunt her anymore than the indiscreet sex she'd had on the side for years. But, it did sicken her when she thought of Tommy knowing about her, and watching.
"Don't ever tell anybody if I do it for you," she warned him.
"I won't," he promised, "Never!"
"Alright, son," she smiled nervously, "I look at it this way. Your body calls for a natural release. I don't think it's natural to pull it off alone. Sex-is something so beautiful-so meaningful, darling, it was meant to be shared. The ideal thing is for the body to develop," and she continued stroking. The penis got her so stimulated, she lost track of the lengthy rationalizing she was making aloud to convince her son, as well as herself she wasn't doing anything wrong.
"Oh, Mom, does that ever feel great," he panted, "Pull it faster! Harder! Yes, yes, ohhhh-keep that action up!"
And it was as if she was young again. She recaptured her own sexual awakening. Her own passionate feelings took over, and she employed her know how she'd applied on the men in her life on her son, and to good advantage.
"Pull it," he panted, "Pull my meat, Mom!"
Tommy was panting, his body sweating, his breath coming short.
"Oh, yes, son-I'll-I'll play with your balls, too," she told him. "They're beautiful!"
His face beamed with happiness as he felt newly discovered sexual sensations, and excitement surging through his body.
"That's it, ohhh, yes-ahhh, faster, Mom, faster," he begged her, and she pulled on his peter faster. Her fingers reached down to play with his weighty testicles, and she marveled at the size of them. She knew they'd hold a good load of juice, and she couldn't wait to suck that juice out of his quivering penis.
He saw her watching, and he had a very good idea of why her mouth was open. On a dare, he decided to beg her to do him, and he blurted, "Oh, Mom-Mom-suck my prick! Suck it off for me! Please, suck me!"
Ambivalent feelings surged through Gloria. How she wanted to taste that juice from her son's physical instrument. She knew he would have a great sperm-load, delicious, and never-ending once it shot off.
The thought of all that sperm going to waste, dripping down her hand bothered her. She wanted to get a mouthful, and swallow it. This was what pulled her like a magnet now to his vibrating penis, and he knew she would give in, if he kept begging long enough.
"Blow-me, Mom-suck it, ohhhh, please, H never tell anybody, I swear I won't. Just you and me, Mom-we'll be the only two who'll ever know. Please, please, suck my prick for me, Mom-please!"
More cum was oozing out of him now, and she desired him more than ever at this point.
"Suck it," he panted, pushing it up, as his body pitched forward.
The temptation was more than she was able to bear. Why shouldn't she service her son? Didn't she love him enough? She loved him more than enough. It would be a simple matter to lick, to suck, eat any part of his handsome, virile young body. But, could she ever stand living with herself, she argued, as she panted with desire, closer, closer to his cock.
Then, blind to everything, she bent over, and let him thrust forward. The hot penis exploded in her mouth, and she sucked her son's juices into her mouth, savoring every delicious drop. And, Tommy's body vibrated.
The suck was coming true. The thing he'd dreamed of happening to him ever since he'd seen her do it to another man was reality, and no-way fantasy. This was real sucking, and it was good!
Instinctively his hands went over her head, his fingers running through her silky, blonde hair.
"Oh, Mom, eat my dick," he begged, "Eat me. Suck the juice out! Faster, ohhh, yes-get it all out. Suck my prick! Eat me, eat me, Mom, eat me!"
Fireworks was shooting in her head, volcanoes were bursting, as Tommy shot another load, and she held him tightly, her hand kneading his firm, round behind, as she got the juice into her mouth, savoring it before she'd swallow it.
Tommy loved being loved like this, passionately, fearlessly, completely, and he kept sighing, "Ohhh, Mom, Mom, suck me ... suck me!"
Gloria was overjoyed with the action her son was giving her. His sperm tasted delicious to her, and she couldn't gobble enough of him.
"Oh, Mom, eat me, eat me," he cried, and she finished sucking her son's proud penis.
When his mother finally released his penis, she sighed, "Baby doll, you're something else--. '"
They embraced and held each other, enjoying an emotional reunion, the-likes of which they never dreamt possible until that moment.
"There's nothing wrong in what we did," Tommy kept repeating, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that he really believed what he was saying.
"No, of course not," she smiled, trying just as hard to rid herself of the oppressive feeling of guilt that would not go.
And then, she confided, "I've admired your handsome body for a long time, son-you're built!"
"And, Mom-you're stacked."
"You think so?" she turned away, suddenly a flash of guilt surfacing at the idea of her own son finding her appealing.
"I know so-I've seen lots of pictures of big tits, and none of them looked as good as yours!"
"Thank you, son," she said, "You want me to display them for you, darling, don't you?"
"Oh, will you, Mom?" his face brightened eagerly at the thought of seeing her show herself off.
"If you want me to-"
"Here, let me help you," Tommy enthused, but she pulled away. "No, darling-Mom can undress herself."
Slowly, Gloria slid out of her clothes, and when she finally stood naked before her young son, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth in anticipation.
"Oh, Wow!" he exclaimed, his body shaking so much he could hardly stand it. "Come over here-and let me enjoy you!"
She didn't resist him now. She moved to the bed, but she had her own ideas of what she wanted.
"I'd love to squeeze your beautiful face between my breasts," she said softly, "and then I want you to suck on my tits!"
"like I did when I was a baby," her young son smiled, not the least bit ashamed. "You fed me then-you can feed me now!"
"Only this time, darling, you can appreciate it more."
"There isn't that much difference between our ages," Tommy smiled, and then, as she lay back on the bed, he buried his face adoringly between her breasts. She was excited, and stimulated by his attention. She used her hands to press the warm, soft flesh against her son's cheeks. Tommy felt himself stiffening, as her breast-flesh stimulated him.
Now, the desire burned within his body to lick her breasts, to tease, and torment them. To suck upon them, lavishing them with all the warm affection he felt for his beautiful mother.
"Lick my titties," she told him, "Go ahead, honey-lick them!"
He wasted no time in letting his tongue sweep over her mounds of flesh. As he felt the nipple flick when his tongue touched it, it sent shivers of excitement racing up and down his spine. Noticing he was shaking, Gloria asked softly, "Are you alright?"
"You bet I am, Mom," he assured her. And then he went back to his delicate activity of stimulating her sensitive nipples.
"Hold your mouth like a suction cup on them," she told him. And bending over, he held his mouth tightly to each nipple. The emotion excited her, and she began quivering too.
Sensing he was giving her some sensational erotic moments, he proudly moved from one breast to the other; licking at first, and then letting his mouth press down, and sucking smoothly.
"Love me," she begged, "Oh, son-love your Mama!" He bit down on her breast in disgust, causing her to flinch in pain.
"Take it easy, honey-don't get carried away," she told him. And he didn't understand why he did it except for the fact that when she referred to herself as Mama-it made him feel like a mother-fucker-which he was, but he didn't care to be reminded of it. If she wouldn't talk so much when he licked her naked body, he could pretend it was some woman that he had picked up-some stranger-and fucking a strange woman he never knew seemed far more stimulating than having sex with your own Mom-which some people might find difficult, if not impossible to understand.
"Oh, son, suck me," she begged, as he moved quickly from tit to tit, licking one a moment, and then quickly moving to the other breast.
The action never ended, for he had to go down between her legs to explore what she was like down there.
The guilt grabbed at her so much, she suddenly pretended she was coughing to get him to quit. But, he was so far gone, so close to her cunt, he never noticed.
"Baby," she told him, "I-I have to get a drink!"
He didn't respond, but went on licking. She hated to push him off, but she knew no other way to do what she had to do.
"Honey," she smiled, "I'm thirsty!"
"Alright, Mom," he nodded, and then he caught himself-calling her Mom reminded him, he was indeed a mother-fucker!