Chapter 3
James Joplin won the college swimming championship amid the cheers of parents and students from his hometown. Of course, his lovely mother was his biggest fan.
Back in the small hotel room they'd rented in Central City, Jill Joplin threw her jacket over a chair and slipped off her high heels.
"God, James, you were magnificent tonight! I was so proud of you. And so was everyone else. Did you see all those good-looking girls eyeing you? You are, what do the young gals say, a fox? A stud?"
She laughed her deep husky laugh as she lit a cigarette
"Thanks, Mom," James said. "I really didn't think I could do it."
"I never had any doubts," his mother said. "You had the determination and you gave it everything you had. Those long hours of practice paid off. But there is one thing I don't like about your being on the swimming team."
"What's that?" he asked.
"Shaving your head. You had such beautiful curly black hair before you shaved it off!" She reached over and rubbed his bald head briskly.
"Ah, Mom, you know we have to shave it! It cuts down the friction in the water!"
"I know James. I'm just teasing. I really think it's kind of sexy." She pulled his head against her tits and kissed it, then let him go.
"I wonder how Megan and your dad are doing?" Jill asked.
"I wish Megan could have come with us. But with us both in sports, our schedules never seem to work out."
"You really like Megan a lot, don't you?"
"Well, sure. After all, she's my sister."
"She's also a beautifully sexy young woman too, isn't she?
"What do you mean by that?" James asked.
"Oh never mind," Jill said coyly. "I'm going to take a bath and get ready for bed. It's been a long day."
But James wouldn't let it drop.
"Have you seen Megan and me ..." He didn't now how to finish. Had his mother possibly seen them doing something they'd both thought was their deepest secret?
"James, I've seen you and Megan doing things they don't even show in porno movies!"
Jilly slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt.
"And you've never said anything?"
"Why should I? You're a grown man now, a very well-endowed young man, I might add," she said, looking at the bulge in the crotch of his tight-fitting jeans and remembering how big his cock looked in the tight, thin bikini swimsuit he wore at meets. "You have strong sexual urges which need to be taken care of. We all do."
She took a drag on her cigarette.
"With things the way they are today, I'd prefer you and Megan take care of each other, if you know what I mean," Jill said.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"I saw Megan jacking you on and you sucking her cunt. Have you ever fucked her?"
"No," James said.
Jill felt the dampness in the crotch of her panties.
"Have you ever fucked any girls?"
"A few," he said honestly. "They drive me crazy sometimes! That's all they want to do when you're a jock! Just fuck!"
"You mean to tell me you've never spent a night of total sexual enjoyment with a girl?"
"About fifteen or twenty minutes is the longest."
"James, come over here!" Jill whispered softly.
She stood on tiptoe, put her arms around his muscular neck, slowly put her lips on his, and edged her tongue into his mouth, stroking lightly over his. They kissed for what seemed to be an eternity, and James loved every second of it. It was pleasurable to have his gorgeous half-dressed mother kiss him and rub her hands over the muscles of his back and shoulders.
Panic struck him when Jill reached down and rubbed his firm cock. What was she doing?
Jill didn't seem to notice her son's shock as her hand unzipped his jeans, reached in over the top of his shorts, and felt his quivering prick. She gasped as she felt its enormous size. She began massaging his balls, tweaking and delicately pinching his sac, gently running her fingers through his cockhair.
"Don't worry about anything! I'll take care of you, James!" Jill gasped.
Flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm tongue flicked in and out. She gently nibbled his ear lobe as she continued her stroking of his cock.
James reached down, took her hand out of his pants, and pulled back from her.
"Did I do something wrong, James? Did I hurt you?"
"It's not that. We can't - "
"Can't what?" Jill asked as she unsnapped her bra. "Can't suck? Can't fuck? Why not?"
"What would dad think?" James asked.
"Is that what's troubling you? Your dad and I have our own thoughts about sex. Don't worry about him. I'm sure he won't mind."
"You're sure?"
"Positive," she said.
James heaved a sigh of relief. But he was confused as to what he wanted most. His mother's bare tits were a delight to behold - or to hold! They were firm, with just enough slackness to dance and sway back and forth in gentle arcs when she moved.
His mother moved well, he had to admit that. The guys on his team had all told him how beautiful his mother was. Everything seemed to be perfectly proportioned, and she was as graceful as a fashion model.
Jill slipped off her panties and slowly turned to reveal every last secret of her body to James. She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, then helped him out of his jeans and shorts.
Then James panicked and his raging hard-on wilted. Now what? God, what if he couldn't get it up again?
"Can I ask you to do something really kinky, James? To fulfill a hot woman's fantasy?"
"What, Mom?"
"Would you rub your bald head here?" She pointed to her heavy black cuntbush. She sat on the edge of a chair, her legs spread wide.
James got down on his knees and, like a bull with its head lowered, rubbed the top of his shaved head against Jill's wet, demanding pussy. As he rubbed and pushed his head into her pussy, she held his ears and tried to put his head in her pussy. His bald head rubbing on her exposed clit nearly drove her insane.
"Now, James, I want you to beat my pussy! I've been a naughty girl! Whip my ass! Beat my cunt! C'mon, do it!" Jill screamed bending over.
He slapped her sharply on the ass, raising red welts. Then, as she lay on her back, stretching her legs wide, he softly slapped her pussy, faster and faster.
"Harder, James! Beat it! Mmmmm! Oh my God! Beat it! Slap it!" she gasped as a small orgasm shook her body.
James was both surprised and happy when his cock began to stir and rear its head again. Jill lost no time in grabbing its burgeoning full length and stroking it. Her fingers felt cool, but James experienced an intense erotic fire burning and searing in his cock, from the base to the very pricktip.
It slowly occurred to his pleasure-filled mind that he should be doing something with his hands. He reached out and took both of Jill's tits firmly in hand. He slowly, rhythmically squeezed them, and was pleased when she emitted a low, shuddery sigh of pleasure and got on her knees on the rug.
Jill's mouth dropped to James' crotch. Using her hand, she guided the purple-hooded cock protruding proudly from the boy's groin into her mouth. She did not take the entire length at first. Jill lightly touched his sensitive cockhead with her tongue, making small circles around it. She tasted the slight bit of pre-cum from the youth's seldom-tried cock. Jill licked out with fervor at the trapped prick nuzzling against her lips.
She attempted to poke her tongue into the tiny pisshole at the end of the cock and failed. But it didn't matter, because the act caused James to squirm and thrash with mounting passion. When the woman's tongue stroked and lightly caressed the underside of his cock, James nearly lost his mind. Jolts of lightning blazed through his head. Waves of carnal intensity assaulted the fortress of his brain and shook him to the very foundations of his being. His body heaved, and again he had to restrain himself from coming.
Sensing how near to orgasm the boy was, Jill halted her sucking for a moment, electing to stroke and feel the jerking of his prick. As his passions quieted slightly, her mouth engulfed his cock and the woman began to take his entire prick into her waiting mouth.
Jill loved sucking cock. And being the one to introduce the young man to the mysterious and fantastic wonderland of sexual activity excited her beyond mere words.
James' cock slid smoothly into her wet, salivating mouth. She bit down slightly, gently, so as not to harm the flesh under her teeth. As Jill carefully gnawed on the hot, stiff flesh of James' cock, the youth broke out into a profuse sweat. He gripped the pillow on the bed with ferocious intensity, his fingers biting deeply into the soft fabric. He was lost in a series of bewildering reactions. James wasn't sure he could handle all the sensations flooding his body and brain.
He was furiously perspiring, but that was the result of his arousal. The sight of his mother's naked tits and hairy pussy was driving him crazy. The way her nipples rubbed against his legs and her expert mouth gulping and erotically tormenting his cock were like a wet dream only it was real.
Jill's nose burrowed and snuggled into the tangled mat of James' cockhair as she swallowed his prick. Holding it in her mouth, she raised her head slightly, pressing the underside of his cock down hard against her tongue. As James' tender prick was drawn across his mother's slick, moist tongue, explosions wracked his body. The deliberate torture bent his stiff cock the slightest bit and added to his arousal in a magnitude he had not thought possible.
Jill felt the boy's prick slip across the roof of her mouth. She didn't know why her daughter had never sucked his cock. A cock would do Megan a world of good, nine or ten inches rammed up her virgin cunt. It would make a woman of her.
James was groaning. He wanted the suck to last forever. He did not want his mother's eager, hungry mouth to ever leave his cock. The prickly sensations that crept down his cock and into his balls warmed his body and stirred emotions he had been unaware he had.
The young man ran his fingers through the lustrous strands of his mother's long black hair. He caressed and toyed with her ears, guiding her head up and down his prick. And the musky scent that so aroused him had to be coming from his mother's cunt.
Jill was gushing her cunt-juice out with torrential force. The gale winds of sex blowing inside her hurled the fuck-juice out to wet her thighs and run down her legs.
James knew she was hot. And Jill knew James was straining to control his body. He was going to come. Jill's cheeks puckered with the suction she applied to his cock, and he hunched his hips up, thrusting his prick back into her mouth.
Jill backed slightly away, forcing James' cock to withdraw from the intense vacuum of her mouth. As if some Pied Piper had begun playing on his organ pipe, the spunk that had been banging away at James' restraints erupted with seething fury. His come soared into the eagerly awaiting mouth of the woman crouched in front of him.
Jill swallowed the first spurt of come easily, but the second almost drowned her because it came so quickly after the first shot. The third and fourth filled her mouth and caused a trickle of the hot, white jism to run down her chin.
James' body was gripped in the spasms of orgasm, and he shook through his body's intense reactions for too short a time. He drifted back down from his sexual high to the reality of the room, the woman in front of him, his come shining on her face. James watched in fascination as Jill's tongue slithered out and expertly captured his runaway jism. Her wet pink probe hooked around the gooey spunk and herded it back into her mouth, where she seemed to sample it like a gourmet tasting a fine wine. He relaxed and his cock shriveled slowly, dripping the remaining few drops of his come onto the floor.