Chapter 4

For nearly a week, Jennifer's mind was in a tangle of uncertainties. She knew she had to do something about Ryan, but she had no idea what it was. Then one day they were in the living room together after dinner and she started questioning him about his girlfriends. She knew some of them, and the names of the girls she hadn't met were familiar to her. But this time she questioned Ryan more closely about sex. "You mustn't get a girl pregnant. That's the most important thing to know."

"Oh Mom!"

"Well, it's true."

"I'm always careful. Anyway, all the girls are on the pill."

"You can't always depend on them. You've got to take precautions. Either that or don't do anything risky." She looked at him and smiled. "Sometimes what's not risky is more fun."

He blushed. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You're blushing."

"And you're teasing me."

His eyes were on her tits. She was wearing a silk blouse over a light-weight bra and she knew he could clearly see the shape of her tits.

She thought of Mario. She hadn't been near a man since that lovely time with Mario at the motel. Paul was out of town on business and she had no idea when he'd be back. And anyway her interest in Paul wasn't that great any more. Not after Mario. Not since that night she'd shown herself to Ryan. She thought of the peephole again. She was always thinking of the peephole and Ryan watching her.

You want to fuck him, she thought. Yes, she did. It was silly to deny what was already in her mind. She wanted to fuck Ryan more than anything else in the world.

She went to the kitchen to make some coffee and discovered the can was empty. She called out to Ryan to come in and bring a can from one of the upper shelves where the coffee was stored. He stood beside her as he reached up to get the coffee, and when she glanced at the front of his pants, she saw that he had a huge hard-on.

He had on thin pants and the size of his cock was clearly visible. She made a sound of wonderment in her throat. "Oh."

When he brought the coffee can down, he glanced at her and he saw what she was looking at. He groaned and turned his back to her.

Jennifer chuckled. "Don't be silly, you shouldn't be embarrassed by that."

"It's because of what we were talking about before."

"It doesn't matter why. The point is I don't mind. Come on, be brave and turn around."

He muttered something and turned to face her again. She looked down and smiled at the way his hard cock tented the front of his pants. "You're not wearing underwear."

"Sometimes I don't. Anyway, how can you tell?"

"It wouldn't stand up like that if you were wearing underwear. Not as big as that. That's one big tool."

"You're teasing me again."

"All right, I won't tease." Then she suddenly blurted: "Let me see it."

"What?"

"I said let me see it. I saw plenty of it when you were a baby, didn't I?"

"That was different."

"Let me see it."

He finally clenched his teeth and did what she wanted. He unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. She was amazed at how simple it was to suddenly have his cock naked under her eyes. All she had to do was ask and his cock was there.

Oh boy was it there! He was huge. She'd only guessed at the size of him before. Now she had his cock sticking out of his pants and she could see how big he really was. She raised her eyes to his face and smiled. "Well, it's not so small any more, is it?"

"I feel funny doing this."

She looked down at his cock again. His knob was swollen, dark-red in color and as big as any she'd seen. "It's beautiful."

She could tell how turned on he was, how thrilled he was that she was looking at it. And so was she. He had such a magnificent cock. She couldn't see all of it because the base of his cock-shaft and his balls were still inside his pants. But what she saw was enough to make her quiver at the size of his prick. Thick, thick, thick! She did love them thick, and here was her son's cock, so thick and lovely it made her pussy cry.

She touched him, first her fingertips on his cock-shaft and then her thumb running over the velvety surface of his cock-head. He made a noise in his throat, his head bent, his eyes on her hand as she explored him.

"It's a beautiful cock," she said. "I know you think it's crazy that we're doing this, but there's really nothing wrong with it. If you want me to stop, we'll stop."

"I don't want you to stop!"

She chuckled softly. "I can tell you didn't. God, you're so hard! Come on, get your pants down so I can see everything!"

She held his prick as he unbuckled his belt, and then she helped him get his pants down to his ankles.

No underwear. Just that hard cock above a pair of massive balls and his lovely muscular ass. He was the most gorgeous male specimen she had ever seen. Her own son.

She curled her fingers under his balls. "How big is it?"

"I guess eight inches."

"I think it's more than that. We'll measure it sometime."

"Okay."

She laughed. "You're not feeling so funny any more, are you? You like this, don't you?"

"Don't tease me!"

She held his balls in one hand and slowly jacked his cock-shaft with the other. When a gob of juice oozed out of his piss-hole, she rubbed it over his knob with her thumb. "What do you do when you get like this? I mean when you're alone."

He shuddered. "You know what I do."

"All right, I'll do it for you. I'll make you come!"

"Christ, Mom."

She laughed and moved to his side, leaning forward slightly as she started jerking him off. Now she had one hand on his cock and the other hand fondling his ass.

"On the floor," she said. "It'll he easier to clean up if it goes on the floor."

It didn't take long. They both watched his cock as he started coming. His jism foamed out at first, white and thick as it dribbled on her hand, and then gobs of it spurting, his spunk flying out, each wad arcing in the air before it landed on the kitchen floor.

His cock burned in her hand as she continued pumping it. She loved the thickness of it beneath her fingers, the throbbing feel of his cock-meat.

"Finished?"

"I can come again."

A thrill ran through Jennifer and she laughed. "Are you sure?"

His voice was strained. "Keep doing it, I can come again!"

She started over again, amazed at how his cock was still hard and pulsing in her hand. She could hardly get her fingers around the thickness of his cock-shaft. She changed her grip at intervals. It was always more difficult to bring off a circumcised cock. What a delight it was to grip his cock and pump it and feel him throbbing in her hand.

He groaned. Yes, he would come again. She was amazed that he could make it twice like that, but maybe they could do it at his age. He was young and healthy and he had such big nuts. She wanted to watch him shoot again. She was always excited by a shooting cock. She kept her hand on his ass, thrilling at the feel of his muscles flexing again and again.

"You're almost there."

He groaned. "Yeah!"

"Come on, baby, shoot it! Let's get it all out!"

She pushed her middle finger between his asscheeks and touched his asshole. As if a button had been pressed, he cried out and started coming again.

This time there was no foam, nothing more than three spurts of jism that came out without much force and fell at his feet. But it was more than any man she knew could do and she loved it.

She milked his cock, squeezing his cock-shaft and then his cock-head, squeezing the last gob of jism out of his piss-hole.

"Was it nice?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it was very nice. For me too. I liked doing it."

"Look at the mess on the floor."

"I wonder who's going to clean it up." He made a face as he shuffled to the sink to get a sponge. "That means..."

She sat down and watched him wipe the floor. She was so hot now. He had his back to her and she gazed with rapture at his hard little ass and the way his balls hung down between his asscheeks. He was so beautiful, it made her heart pound.

When he was finished cleaning his jism off the floor, she told him to leave her alone. "I've got to think," she said. "I don't know what we've started here and I've got to think about it."