Chapter 6
"Where did Peggy run off to?" Darla asked when she realized her daughter was not home.
"I think she went to see Dad," Jimmy answered. "She said she wanted to get some money for shopping."
"She shouldn't bother her father at work," Darla said. "I have some money I could have given her."
"I took that, Mom," Jimmy said. "I had to buy a new tire for my bike. I forgot to tell you about it."
"Oh, well..."
Jimmy was in the garage, smeared with grease, working on his ten-speed. He had a ragged pair of faded jean cut-offs. She watched him a moment, seeing how handsome he was.
It had been almost a week since that incident in the elevator, and she had been fucking her son and licking her daughter's sugary cunt each and every day, as often as possible, which was very often. At night, when her husband was home, she was fucking him silly. Ray was very pleased, eager to plunge his cock into her always-ready cunt. He was even more delighted that Darla seemed to want to suck on his cock more than ever before, taking his load of jism hungrily when he came, swallowing it with soft mewls of ecstasy.
Once, they had almost been caught by Peggy with his cock inside Darla's mouth. Ray found it puzzling that Darla had not been embarrassed by the near exposure. She had just swallowed his cum-load when Peggy came bouncing into their bedroom, and Ray thought he had covered his cock just in time.
But he had been a bit slow.
Peggy had seen his cock, and she told her mother later that she had. Darla admitted she had just sucked Ray off, and Peggy had squealed in pleasure and kissed her.
"Ooooh, I wish I could taste it in your mouth, Mommy," Peggy had said, and slipped her head under Darla's skirt and licked her hairy cunt to orgasm.
Peggy had never gone to her father's office alone before, and she had never asked him for money. She always came to her mother. It puzzled Darla that Peggy would go downtown, ride a crowded bus just to ask him for shopping money. She sensed Peggy was up to something.
"Honey, you're going to have to scrub good to get all that grease off," she said to her son, running her hand through his hair.
Jimmy made a playful grab at her thigh. Darla jumped back with a squeal.
"Don't you dare smear that filthy stuff on me!"
She wore a pair of white shorts, cut high on her hips, molding on her rounded ass to perfection, the slit of her cunt showing in the tight crotch.
Jimmy pushed his mouth between his mother's thighs, biting playfully at her cunt mound. Darla giggled and returned the pressure.
"If you'd get that grease off, I'd give you a good fuck, baby."
Jimmy stood up, his cock pushing from the frayed edges of his cut-offs. Darla fondled his prick.
"Well, I could suck you off, I suppose. You don't have any grease here, do you?"
She dropped to her knees on the floor of the garage, ignoring a spot of grease. She pulled his shorts to one side, his cock jerking upward with stiffness.
"Mmmmmm, nice and hard for Mother," she purred, and closed her hot lips around his cock. Holding his ass through his cut-offs, she sucked back and forth, glancing up hotly into his pleased face.
"Ahhhh, that's good, Mom!" he moaned, almost clutching her hair in his greasy hands.
Darla drew back. "Don't you dare hold my head in those hands, or I'll stop."
She closed her mouth around his cock once more, and using her hands on his ass, urged her son to fuck her mouth. Jimmy pumped, watching her lips squeeze his cock, listening to the soft wet sounds his mother made, her fiery eyes turned up to watch him. Darla writhed her ass, pressing her thighs together, squeezing her cunt as she sucked his prick. Her tongue licked and pressed his cock to the roof of her mouth. She felt the smooth prickhead almost slide into her throat. The hot taste of his prick excited her, making her cunt so wet, the crotch of her white shorts became obviously damp.
"Mmmmm," she purred as her son fucked her mouth. "Mmmmmmm!"
After a while, Darla closed her eyes, savoring the hot taste of his cock in her mouth. She was anxious to have him come there, taste the hot spurts of his sweet, thick cum. She could tell by the powerful throbbing of his cock that he was close to coming. She squeezed his ass hard, pulling his fucker deep into her mouth. Her eyes opened in a pleading blaze, silently telling her son to fill her mouth with his cum-load. She moaned with hunger as she sucked, twisting her lips around his cock as Jimmy began to fuck her face faster and faster.
"I'm about to come, Mom!" he groaned. "Ohhhh, my cock and balls ... I'm gonna come so fucking hard, Mom!"
When the gush of his thick cock cream exploded in her mouth, Darla choked daintily, but she recovered quickly and gobbled up the spraying jism thirstily, making wet sounds as she swallowed. Jimmy kept his cock fucking into her mouth as he came, grunting in a deep sound.
Her eyes gazed hotly up at his face as she gulped his cum down her throat, her cunt rippling with an orgasm. She held his cock in her mouth after he finished, rolling it about with her tongue.
"God, baby!" she moaned softly when she let his cock fall from her lips. "You came a fucking gallon! You almost choked me, you came so fucking much, honey."
After running her tongue about her son's cock a few times, Darla stood. She fondled his cock with her hand, kissing the top of his head.
"Get cleaned up. We'll see if we can catch Peggy at your father's office. I need to get some money for shopping, too."
A bit later, Darla pounded her fist on the steering wheel of the car. "Goddamn fucking car! It always started before. Jimmy, do you know anything about this thing?"
Jimmy didn't.
"Well, it's the bus for us," she said, sliding from the car, her dress riding high on her slender thighs. "I wish Peggy would have talked to me before she left. We could have all gone together."
Jimmy held his mother's hand possessively as they waited at the bus stop. When the bus arrived, it was packed.
"Where did all these people come from?" Darla wanted to know as they squeezed inside.
"I kinda like it, Mom," Jimmy said, pushing against his mother's rounded ass.
Darla wiggled until she felt his cock-bulge pushing at the crack of her ass. She could even feel his prick starting to grow hard, through her dress. She turned around and gave her son a grin, flexing the cheeks of her ass when he probed into the ass crack.
"No panties, Mom?" he whispered.
Darla shook her head.
Mischievously, Jimmy squeezed his mother's ass. It was easy enough to do; they were packed in tightly and no one could see. Darla flashed another smile over her shoulder at him, pushing her ass into his hand.
Then her eyes widened.
Jimmy was working her dress up behind. As before, Darla wore nylons and a garter belt, but no panties. She shivered as her son felt of her legs beneath her lifted dress. She gazed about at the other passengers, but no one knew what her son was doing to her. It excited her to be felt up in the crowded bus, and she writhed her ass as though the sway of the bus caused the movement.
Scooting his hand higher, Jimmy rubbed his mother's wet cunt, and Darla parted her legs as best she could. A soft sigh of pleasure came from her as he darted his middle finger into her cunt, finger-fucking her as they rode, without anyone being the wiser. He rubbed at his mother's clit, then plunged his finger up her cunt again. But when he drew it out and up behind her, Darla's knees almost gave way. She looked at her son again over her shoulder, her eyes slightly glazed.
Jimmy grinned up at her, his finger moving up and down the crack of her firm, satiny ass. He probed his mother's asshole, rubbing the pucker with a feathery touch. Darla's cunt pulsated and her pussy juices ran slowly down the insides of her thighs, stopped by the edge of her flesh-colored nylons.
Gazing into his mother's eyes, a grin on his face, Jimmy began to press the tip of his finger harder at the crinkle of her asshole. Darla made a soft hissing sound, and pushed her ass firmly against his finger.
That was the response Jimmy wanted.
He thrust his pussy-wet finger up his mother's tight asshole.
"Ooooo!" Darla whimpered.
Grinning wickedly, Jimmy fucked his finger in and out of his mother's asshole, her shapely ass cheeks almost exposed. If not for the crowd of men and women pressing up on them, it would have been seen. Darla didn't care. She felt a wildness, a hot excitement to feel her son's finger up her ass in the crowded bus. She twisted her hips, pushing her ass to his darting finger. Her eyes became glassy as her sensual emotions reacted to this public finger-fuck in her asshole.
"It sure is tight, Mom," Jimmy said, his voice unusually loud.
"Yes, it is," she responded in a breathless voice.
A woman looked down at Jimmy. "Are you okay, young man? Can you breathe all right?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Jimmy replied politely, giving his mother a deep thrust of his finger. "I'm just fine. It's very tight in here, that's all."
The woman smiled at Darla. "It's wonderful to see such a polite young man these days," she said. "You have a lovely son."
"I know," Darla answered, struggling to make her voice sound normal. "Thank you."
Jimmy speeded up, fucking his finger hard into his mother's asshole. Then Darla gasped softly when he jerked the finger out, her asshole clamping tightly. But then he pushed the finger into her cunt, finger-fucking her pussy wetly. Darla writhed her ass, unable to stand still.
"Are you ill?" the woman asked Darla, concern in her eyes.
"No! No, I'm fine." Darla managed to smile. "I feel good, very good."
"You do feel good, Mom," Jimmy said, watching his mother's face flush slightly. "You feel very good."
He pushed his finger up and down, and Darla could hear the wetness of her cunt grabbing at his finger.
She successfully swallowed a moan as she came. But there was nothing she could do about the movement of her ass. Her hip jerked against the woman close to her, and even as she was coming, Darla managed to apologize, her voice throaty and catching a bit on the words. Jimmy giggled as he pulled his finger from her creamy cunt, caressing the slippery wetness on her inner thighs.
"We should be almost at our stop, Jimmy," Darla said when she felt him fumbling with his jeans. She didn't want him to take his cock out on this bus. That would be going too far.
But Jimmy grinned up at her worried face.
Darla's eyes widened briefly when she felt her son's bare, hard cock rubbing along her thighs, touching her cunt. She couldn't tell him to stop, couldn't say much of anything to him. Others would hear, and they would be caught. When she felt the head of her son's cock push past the hairy lips of her cunt, she flashed a warning sign down at him, but Jimmy only grinned back at her. She felt his cock throb, with just the swollen cockhead inside her cunt. She wanted to slam her ass back and take his fucker deep, but there was no way she could, do that.
With a very slow motion, Jimmy fucked his mother's cunt by bending and straightening his knees, one hand holding her waist, the other still beneath her lifted dress on her ass.
"Are you sure you're all right?" the woman asked Darla. "You look flushed, and you're trembling. Should I tell him to stop?"
"Who?" Darla asked, wondering if the woman knew Jimmy was fucking her.
"The driver," the woman said.
"No, it's okay," she managed to say in a low voice. "I'm feeling very good, thank you. It will be over soon."
"Are sure, Mom?" Jimmy asked, glancing at the woman. "Are you sure it will be over soon?"
"I hope not ... I mean, I hope so."
It was very difficult for her to stand still while her son fucked his cock in and out of her cunt. She wanted to wiggle and thrash, arch her ass to him so he could go deep. Being fucked by her son on this crowded bus excited her very much, and she felt another orgasm growing in the pit of her stomach. She clung to the overhead strap tightly, swaying with the motion of the bus, almost gritting her teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy. She closed her eyes, a beautiful smile on her flushed face, her lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue caressing them.
Jimmy pulled his cock out of his mother's cunt, and Darla could not suppress a soft whimper of protest. It brought another concerned look from the woman at her side. Darla gave the woman a weak smile, and her eyes rolled slightly when she felt her son slide his pussy-wet cock up the crack of her ass. She felt him push the swollen cockhead tightly at her puckered asshole, and she squeezed it as tight as she could, knowing what her son was going to attempt. She flashed another warning glance at him, but Jimmy only grinned wickedly, pressing his cock harder at her asshole.
"Jimmy ..." she gasped softly.
"Are you sure nothing is wrong?" the woman asked.
"No ... I mean, I'm fine," Darla said in a tight voice. "It's just that I'm so ... it's so hot with all the people on the bus. I'll be okay in a moment."
"I know you will, Mom," Jimmy said, pushing harder against her asshole. "If you'd just loosen up a little, it will be just fine."
"I ... I'll try, Jimmy," she breathed.
As Darla relaxed the ring of her asshole, Jimmy pushed the smooth head of his cock inside it. Darla held her breath, afraid she would cry out. Not with pain, not with shock, but because of her surprise at the thrill of a cock up her asshole. There was a burning, tingling sensation, but it wasn't bad at all. Her asshole felt stretched wide open, and she kept holding her breath when her son fucked his cock deeper into her ass.
Then she tightened her ass ring, closing it about his cock in an effort to prevent him from fucking her. Not because it hurt or of a sense of degradation, but the experience was so new to her, she wanted to explore it with Jimmy in privacy, to feel those wild, strange sensations of his cock up her asshole. She couldn't do that on the bus.
"No, Jimmy," she said, and she jerked her hips forward.
"Mom!" Jimmy moaned.
His cock came out of her asshole just as he was coming.
Darla felt the hot spurts of his jism on her ass, felt it drip into the crack and burn on her asshole.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't know you were ..."
The bus lurched to a sudden stop, and the passengers began trying to squeeze past them. Quickly Jimmy stuffed his cock into his pants, smoothing his mother's dress over her naked ass just in time.
As Darla and Jimmy stepped off the bus, she turned to face him.
"You really wanted to fuck me on that bus, didn't you?"
"I did fuck you, Mom."
"And made a mess on me," she said, but she could not suppress a grin. "I hope it doesn't show through my dress."
Jimmy moved behind her, looking. "Just a little dampness, Mom. You look fine."
"You little monster," she said, giggling despite herself. "I can't trust you, can I?"
"You can trust me, Mom," he said, taking her hand as they started for the tall office building. "It's my cock you gotta watch out for."
"So I'm finding out," she laughed, squeezing his hand.