Chapter 7
Johnny Neilson stepped out of the shower and dried himself quickly. He was sporting a massive hard-on, having allowed the fine spray to funnel directly into his throbbing cock during the final moments of the shower. He reached for a can of deodorant, sprayed himself all over and then wrapped a towel around his waist, glancing at the door leading to his sister's room before reluctantly entering his own.
Twice lately, he had been able to slip into his dad's office and turn on the nifty TV set and watch the most fantastic things happening in the motel across the road. Both times, however, he had first checked that both his mom and dad were either across the road themselves or in Yorkville. Unfortunately, both occurrences had only added to his own misery, giving him out-standing hard-ons which even masturbating had failed to fully satisfy. He sat on the edge of the bed, debating whether or not he should take a chance and see if Judy was awake. This was the morning she went for tennis lessons, and the thought of his sister in one of those cute, flimsy little tennis outfits Mom had bought her did nothing to ease the tension of his cock. Just then there was a knock at the outside door to his room, and he jumped, startled.
When he opened it, it was to see his dad. "Hi, Dad! Anything wrong?"
Steve shook his head. "No, I'm pleased you're up. Would you like to give Linda a hand with that service club meeting this morning?"
"Sure, Dad." His fingers played with the edge of the towel around his waist, hoping to hide the bulge of his hard-on. "I'll check with her as soon as I'm dressed."
His dad smiled and patted his shoulder. "I have to go into Yorkville and see old Barron at the bank. Incidentally, I left a pay check for you on the corner of my desk," he said, grinning. "You must almost have enough to buy that old jalopy."
Johnny's face broke into a grin. "Pretty close, I guess." He watched his father close the door, and started to loosen the towel as he thought of getting dressed. A moment later he stopped as he wondered what his mother was going to do today. A visit to his dad's office should be tied in with the opportunity to look at that television set when he picked up his check. He tightened the towel and slipped across the hall, tapping lightly on the door and holding his ear to the crack.
Paula was sitting at the vanity in her panties and bra. She thought it was the maid, wanting to make up their room, and she called, "Come inl"
"Hi, Mom! I was just talking to Dad." His mother was fixing an earring, both arms upraised so that the twin boobs he had been paying a lot of attention to lately were bobbing and thrusting like crazy. At thirty-five she was the picture of health, and few men even tried to resist staring at those tits or the curved round ass as she wandered around the motel. "I'm going to help Linda set up that luncheon meeting. Is there anything you want me to do?"
"I don't think so, darling. He left you a check." She was still fiddling with the earring when her son's image appeared in the mirror as he came to stand alongside her. She was about to turn and smile at him when she noticed the look on his face as his big brown eyes studied her tits. She was wearing one of the new shallow bras which ran under die bulging domes, simply holding them in place without uplifting or covering them in any way. Even the dark moons around the bases of the nipples were clearly exposed. She watched his expression, fascinated, a little disturbing tingle creeping into her cunt. "Gee, Mom! What a beautiful pair of ... of ... of breasts you have!"
"Why, Johnny! Just remember you're my son, hm?" She turned her head now and smiled at him a little nervously, not too sure how to handle the situation. To make matters worse, she had found herself more and more often studying the growing bulge which was appearing at the front of his swim trunks and even his blue jeans with ever-increasing prominence this summer. She fixed the earring at last and lowered her arms, only to give the youth an uninterrupted view of the beautiful tits. "No, I don't think there's anything I need done this morning," she said, annoyed that the nervousness which had crept into her voice as well as the increasing excitement in her tits as her son continued to examine them very thoroughly. "You get ready to help Linda, that's a good boy." She was about to reach out and pat him when she noticed the pronounced bulge in the front of the towel. She forced herself to smile and stood up, putting her hands on his shoulders and bending forward to kiss him on the forehead, a little dismayed when the tips of her tits somehow managed to touch him on the chest.
As they did, Johnny unconsciously moved his hands to her warm, soft, naked waist, making his mother give a little shiver. He smiled and she gave a short, nervous little laugh as she straightened up, the way he was continuing to examine her tits now putting her off completely. "Jeez, Mom, but I just have to look at you." He cleared a catch in his throat. "You sure are a beautiful hunk of woman."
She gave an exasperated, choking laugh. "Really, Johnny! I think that's enough. It's not good for you to see your mother half-naked like this." She made the mistake of moving to kiss him once more, this time on the cheek. As she did, his hands move upwards from her waist, settling on either side of her big firm tits, the palms pressing rather pleasingly against the firmly rounded sides.
"I ... I ... saw you once ... " he said, his mouth quivering uncontrollably. "I mean, I saw you without ... without anything ... "
She stared at him, aghast. "You what?" she asked incredulously, realizing he was going to admit to seeing her completely naked and yet not wanting to hear him say it. Without thinking, she dug her fingers into the succulent softness of his waist, her tits bulging ever more prominendy between them, as if they were waiting too. "You saw me ... saw me? Where? When?" He was actually moving his hands now, feeling the contours of her tits and bringing starding little streaks of excitement to course all through them.
"On that television in Dad's office!"
"Wh ... a ... a ... t?" Her face was suddenly beet-red and there was nothing to say that she could think of on the spur of the moment. She had suggested to Steve he should have some way of locking that stupid closed-circuit TV off, but he had obviously ignored the suggestion. In desperation, and to hide her embarrassment, she pulled Johnny against her, kissing him on the mouth. Her tits were squashed against his chest, and she was a little starded to find his hard-on quite big. A corn-sing warmth swept through her genitals, surprising her. But then his deodorant filled her nostrils, sending a heady, swimming faintness through her brain. When it had cleared, she tried to pull herself away from the youthful hardness, only to find his hands were now back at her waist and, even as she struggled, had moved impetuously around to her round, firm ass. "Johnny!" she gasped, trying to make it sound like a reproof. Instead, her voice sounded husky, as if she was approving.
"Mom, I have to see. I have to feel. It's just that ... well ... "
She stared at him, completely dismayed and blaming herself. Right before her eyes he had grown up into a young man. A virile young man and a replica of his father. And she hadn't even noticed it. At least, not from his point of view. 'Young studs' was what she and Steve called boys of his age. Yet they had been foolish enough to think their own son didn't qualify. And she had actually enjoyed sneakily looking at the boy's genitals bulging in his shorts, whenever the opportunity occurred. "Oh, Johnny!" she whispered croakingly, the feel of his upthrust young cock pressing through the towel and into her soft, round belly doing nothing to subdue her own shattered nerves. She took his face in her hands, a mixture of maternal love and growing lust sweeping over her and confusing her. For the first time she realized how dangerous he could be. There were at least sixteen hot young women on the motel payroll, to say nothing of guests who brought daughters just as hot. Then there was Judy, she realized with a shock. She had been meaning to talk to Judy and possibly get her onto the Pill. Neither she nor Steve were naive enough not to realize that teenagers nowadays were fucking each other like mad, and certainly her son and daughter would be no exceptions. "Johnny," she said softly," there must be girls at school ... " It suddenly dawned on her that both he and Judy had few occasions to lead a normal life, tied to motel life and at least ten miles from town.
"Mom, dear!" The look on his face was enough to tear at her heart. "I only want to see, to feel, to know what you look like."
She shivered as he moved one hand up her spine to die hooks of her bra. "No, Johnny, please!" She tried to put him off by holding his face and pulling it closer, her mouth taking over his in a kiss far more affectionate than she had ever bestowed. "You mustn't," she mumbled through their trembling lips. "You mustn't." But even as she spoke, she felt the snapping release of the straining bra. With a deep, surrendering groan she gave in, something deep inside her convincing her he was entitled to this one reward, which might, somehow, mollify his tattered frustrations. She put her hands on his shoulders, moved back and watched the look in his eyes as the bra slipped down between them, hesitating at her waist before plunging down to rest at her feet.
They were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He stared at them, wide-eyed, his hands moving from behind her and then gently coursing over the out-thrust globes. They were firm and yet unbelievably soft and creamy smooth, the arrogant nipples starting to bulge like ripening fruit as he moved his fingertips around die base of each.
Paula closed her eyes, her breathing erratic. She relaxed, knowing she should resist, but not wanting to lose the swooning deliciousness of her son's fondling. Tentatively, she swung one arm around his neck, and this time he obligingly brought his face down to hers. She accepted the warm mouth which was very wet and strangely passionate.
"What a ... what a pair of ... of ... tits!" He gratefully kissed all around her mouth, the sides of her nose and then back to her mouth. His fingers worked more diligently now that she was ob-viously not going to object, running over the exquisite softness of the upper curves and then under to lift and squeeze at the globes themselves. He gave her a prolonged kiss, loving the way she opened her mouth partly and let his tongue inside, exciting him. Then he gave a startled shiver as her free hand moved over his bare waist and gently drew him closer, her touch sending wild streaks of ecstasy to sweep through his loins and make his balls ache. He made a little choking noise and bunched one tit, leaving her mouth reluctantly and not even knowing why. Then he held the gorgeous tit and lowered his face, a smoldering look in his big brown eyes as he studied the chubby, waiting nipple.
"Just lick it, darling, because you're very excited." His bulge was like a tennis ball, pressing against her pubic mound. "Oh, gently!" she gasped as the tongue licked tenderly at her nipple. The look on the boyish face was one of intense wonderment mixed with loving attention. "That's lovely." Her hand moved against the towel and she found the overlapping piece of his waist. For some reason she had the feeling he might object, his youth somehow rebelling unexpectedly at the last moment against this adult pastime. But he shivered with obvious approval, his tongue working more expertly all around her nipple, and his other hand kneading feverishly at the other tit. Then the towel fell away from the youthful hips, caught for a moment on the upthrust peak of his young quivering prick, and then fell at their feet.
His loins burst into flame as his naked cock touched the velvety softness of her belly. His balls nuzzled hungrily against the bone of her pelvis, a searing heat taking him by surprise as she pressed herself against him, helping his cock stretch itself delightedly and free the foreskin. She was wearing skimpy little bikini panties and the elastic seemed to dig in about halfway up his cock and help the spare skin stretch back to free the pulsing cone-like head. He gave a muffled cry of approval and appreciation as his mother placed both hands at the back of his neck, locking her fingers before stretching herself back. Then, for the first time, the full, upthrust glory of her magnificent tits presented itself. "Oh jeez!" he cried, beside himself as his hands roamed eagerly over the towering domes. His fingers played with die nipples, not sure what to do with diem, but tantalizing them enough to make them springy and hard and bigger than ever. "Oh jeez!" he croaked, his mind in a whirl and his eyes big and wide at the sight of the rearing tits. Unable to contain himself a moment longer, he ignored his mother s earlier warning, flinging his head forward and taking her by surprise. Then his young, boyish mouth was ravishing the end of one tit, chewing and sucking as she squirmed with sheer delight.
She allowed him to suck ravenously for at least five minutes. He had probably bruised her tit very badly, she decided, but at least she would have the satisfaction of losing her guilty feelings at not having helped the boy earlier. After all, Steve should have taken the boy aside and given him some lessons, somehow. Some men even took their sons to a hooker, she had read somewhere, and although the idea was repugnant to her, at least Johnny would have gotten it out of his system.
Then there was always Lori. Lori would have given the boy some instruction if Steve had asked her, and no one would have ever been the wiser. She began a gentle, almost indiscernible movement of her hips in order to get the feel of the youthful cock, a little smile around her mouth as Johnny responded without thinking, his cock pressing just a little bit harder and stretching itself hopefully against her round, flat belly. She lifted her head so that she could watch the young mouth suck hungrily on her tit. Then she quietly opened her fingers and moved one hand down between their trembling bodies, avoiding the steaming little cock although she was dying to see it. A moment later she was prying the panty-briefs over her hips until they were slithering down her legs. Then she edged her hand down, closing her fingers around the four-inch bone of surging cock, and her son went into convulsive trembling as she lovingly clasped and squeezed the quivering shaft.
"Aaaaaaagh ... " He was fighting for air, which somehow was eluding him. He straightened up, his mouth sagging open and a torn, tormented look on his boyish face. Her lovely soft hand merely held his pounding cock, yet it was straining and reaching as never before. It had also exuded a little fuck-juice and he hoped she wouldn't mind.
"Yes, yes, dearest. You've made yourself all excited."
It had to be his imagination, but her hand was squeezing and releasing its grip around his raging cock, making it even more excited than before.
"Just so excited," she said softly and soothingly, as if talking to a baby.
He watched, panting, as her other hand left his neck and disappeared out of view. Then her fingers were closing around his tight, burning little balls, feeling and squeezing diem in an easy, fantastically tranquilizing sort of way. "Oh, Mom!" He cleared the annoying catch in his throat. His hands worked desperately over the fabulous tits, which seemed to be bigger and firmer and bolder than before. "Oh, Moml"
"I know," she whispered, sympathetically. "Mom shouldn't have let you excite yourself this way." His youthful balls were no larger than the birds' eggs she had seen as a child. She clutched them quite firmly and gave the slim, upthrust prick a rub or two, watching the expression on his face. "Does that make it feel better?" she asked, as if she didn't know.
"Oh yes!" An expression of sheer relief spread slowly over the handsome young features and his fingers stroked more feverishly over the swollen domes. "Aaaaagh ... God!"
"Maybe you should get ready to help Linda." There was no way the boy could stop now and she knew it. In fact it would be downright dangerous to let him go like this. Even Judy wouldn't be safe. She gave a little prick another gentle rubbing.
"What?" he asked. "Oh Mom, I'm so excited."
She shook her head, as if she was at a loss to know what to do. "Does that make it feel better?" she asked hopefully.
He nodded his head and then impulsively moved his mouth to one tit and sucked on it while working his hips against her hand. His cock arched up through her fist in a spasm of sheer joy.
She glanced at the bed. "Maybe if you moved over there," she suggested. "But your dad would be very cross if he ever found out." She would tell Steve sometime, but in her own way and when the time was ripe.
"You're going to tell Dad?" Johnny asked, a frightened look in his eyes as he raised his mouth from the succulent tit.
"Of course not. I blame myself for letting you at me. It was naughty of you to ask and naughtier for me to let you see." She guided him to the bottom of the bed so that when the back of his knees touched the mattress, he just naturally fell back, getting the first full, clear view of his mother as she stood smiling down at him.
The magnificence of her naked body filled him with awe. The pictures in the skin magazine were one thing, but to actually see real live naked flesh was something else again. A pounding, passionate throbbing filled his pulsing young cock. The thrusting tits appeared beautifully pointed from this angle, with the nipples like jutting little fingers sprouting outwards from the ends. The way her waist narrowed in, and the plane of her round belly dimpled with the navel and then sweeping down into the thick growth of blonde hair, all served to make his passion even more unbearable.
She let him look his fill, standing with her hands on her hips as she watched his hungry brown eyes travel over every inch of her fully matured body. The little cock was adorable, showing itself off and spasmodically jerking whenever Johnny stared longingly at her thighs and her cunt. The tight little clump of balls was fascinating too, hanging tightly at the base of the cute little prick where it started to curve under between the youth's twitching thighs. "Have you seen enough of Mommy now?" she asked quietly, and she raised her hands, cupped the bulging tits and squeezed them as she stretched.
"Oh, jeez, Mom!" Without thinking he allowed one hand to move to his steaming cock. As soon as he touched it, he realized what he had done and he closed his fingers around the pulsing stem, forcing himself to hold it without giving it any relief.
"I was afraid you'd make yourself all excited," she said, moving nearer to his knees. He parted his legs without thinking and withdrew his hand from his cock, hoping that once again she would take over and he could feel those silky soft fingers caressing his steaming prick. But she seemed to fuss with the bedclothes, pulling and tugging at them around his trembling hips. The next thing he knew she was dropping to her knees, and he suddenly realized she had arranged a big mound of bedclothes under his ass, lifting his hips and loins higher, ready for her full attention. "I'll see if I can make it feel good again," she said, smiling as she stared along his slim muscular body. "If you don't like it, just tell me," she said softly. Then her fingers touched his balls, gathering the little nut-like eggs and toying with them as her son's rapturous cries of appreciation filled the room.
For several minutes, Paula contented herself with giving the boy the utmost pleasure and joy. She purposely avoided touching the darling little cock, which she would have loved to take into her mouth and lick and suck until her heart was content, or until he came in an explosion of happiness, which she suspected wasn't far away. Instead, she let her fingers fondle and play with the hard little nuts, pulling and tugging them occasionally so that the stiff little cock would raise itself hopefully as if demanding attention. With her other hand she slowly encouraged her son to spread his thighs. She stroked along one and then the other until he got the idea. Eventually, his hard young thighs were stretched almost in a straight line as he shivered and shook in anticipation.
For Johnny, the experience was one he would never forget. Any woman who did this to him in the future would want pleasure of her own-even want to be fucked, but not his mother. He wasn't too sure what she was doing exactly, but the electrifying streaks of ecstasy around his loins were indescribable. His stiff young cock seemed to be yearning for something and reaching and straining as never before. Yet there was so much exciting stimulation going on around it that it didn't seem to matter. For some reason he didn't seem to be able to control his arms because, like everything else about his body, they were filled with an uncontrollable urge to move jerkily here and there. He struggled to raise himself, startled at the expression on his mother's beautiful face as she stared longingly and almost pathetically from the other side of his upthrust cock. And then he noticed die cock itself, astonished to see it so long as it seemed to reach and strain. To his horror he saw it bubble out hot, creamy come, but a flood of relief suddenly swept over him as he noticed the smile widen on his mother's beautiful face. Then he lay back, unable to believe the excruciating bliss encasing his balls.
Paula, meanwhile, was nearing the end of her endurance. Scalding fuck-juice was dribbling down her sensitive thighs as she continued playing with the tight little balls and persistendy ran her fingers along the smooth creamy thighs, now fully outspread. She planted stinging little kisses along one, laughing as Johnny moaned and tried to flip his straining hips. Then she kissed along the other, the fresh aroma of the thin semen the cock was ejecting filling her with lust. She turned her face to one side, moved it forward and opened her mouth wide, her fingers under the little tight sac of pebble-like balls. A moment later, with just a little maneuvering, she was able to take in the entire pouch, the thin wispy hairs covering the balls tickling her lips momentarily until were right in. Gendy, she closed her lips, her teeth carefully nibbling between the small tight nuts and the base of the towering young prick. Then, with her flaring nostrils snugly wedged against the root of the startled cock, she washed the balls languidly with the warm saliva which had gathered in her mouth.
The sensation was one Johnny would never experience again. He forced himself onto his elbows, astounded to see his tormented cock rearing itself fitfully above his mother's mouth. It was really bubbling now, with a steady stream of hot come running down the side and trailing over his mothers busy lips. "Aaaagh ... Mom ... " he whimpered, trying to get a little movement going with his hips to add to the pleasure. His mother s hands somehow held him, and he gave a long drawn-out moan as her mouth continued to administer to his balls. "Mom, p-l-e-a-s-ell" He was trying to reach for her without success, his arms flailing everywhere and pounding on die bed. I'm coming ... " he managed to gasp, the thought of Ids cock spuming boiling come all over his mother's face appalling him. "I'm ... "
She pushed the little clump of hard balls out of her mouth with her tongue. A moment later she was over his cock, her mouth sinking around it and her lips gliding down the slippery shaft as Johnny went into convulsions of sheer joy. She had held the cock briefly, unsure what the youth's reaction would be. But now she had it securely in her mouth, amazed at its slimness and the ease with which she could breathe and lick it at the same time. Her hands took a firm hold on his thighs near where they joined the jerking torso. Then, very slowly at first, she deliberately began sucking him off, the taste of the watery come like vintage wine in comparison to a full adult's thick creamy fuck-juice. She removed her mouth and smacked her lips. "Nice and slow," she told herself, her own excitement having built until her entire body was like a steel spring and ready to explode. "That way, hell last a little longer." Then her lips were on the cone, nibbling at it and making it bubble some more, before she moved them slowly to the jerking base. Then her tongue took over again, delightedly circling the stiff slim column, raking it from top to bottom and swirling around the ridge and the pulsing cone until it quivered and throbbed ecstatically.
"Jeez, Mom I Golly!" Frantically, he tried to remove his genitals from the gorgeous mouth, not really wanting to, but knowing he could not stand this excruciating excitement. "Please ... No ... I'm ... I'm ... coming!" he warned, his balls now boiling and ready to hurde the scalding semen up the stem of his cock.
She gave a deep suck and then a series of little ones after bringing her lips to the shimmering cone. She licked it pensively, knowing it was ready to spit the first load. For some reason, it was like sucking on a big, full-grown nipple. The boyish hips were in a tantrum of convulsions and it was all she could do to hold the youth in place. His cock slipped out and she quickly sucked it back in, her tongue furiously lashing around the cone and stabbing viciously at the knot of the foreskin. She quickened the sucking, feeling the slender column of boyish cock swell and twitch as it readied to spurt the hot semen free. Then, reluctant to stop teasing it altogether, she fluttered her tongue again around the rearing head, inter-mittendy sucking on it until it finally gave in, stretched itself manfully and shot the stream of thin fuck-juice to the back of her throat. Her mouth worked lovingly then, a sense of achievement filling her tits as her full, sensuous lips worked feverishly around the pulsing stem, urging the last of her son's warm milky sperm out in short, sharp little spurts.
Johnny lay exhausted, unable to fully compre-hend what had just happened to him. He had delightedly masturbated for almost two years and then he had experienced the unbelievable joy of fucking his sister. Now, surely, he had experienced the ultimate in the bewildering world of sex. His body was completely drained and was now relaxing in the heavenly release his mother had just given him. He shivered as his mother continued to lick his cock in a thoughtful gesture that continued his pleasure as his body twitched and shuddered with relief. Her fingers were back on his balls, moving ever so gently, as if by doing so, she would re-invigorate and replenish them. A moment later, when her tongue and fingers had suddenly disappeared, he reluctantly opened his eyes in time to see her getting to her feet. Then he held out his arms, knowing what she planned to do, and gave a deep sigh of relief as her warm, utterly silky body sank onto his, enveloping it in a velvety softness he had never known before.
"Feel better?" she asked softly, her head tucked under his chin so that her huge globes were nesded just below his rib cage. His little cock was nesded against the firmness of her belly.
"Mnnnn," he moaned, still fighting for breath, his body giving uncontrollable little jerks as they lay there.
"You're getting to be quite a little man," she went on, knowing her last-minute idea of climbing onto him and letting him feel the welcoming softness of her body would complete the experience for him. "In fact, I'm a little surprised you haven't already found a girl at school who would enjoy a little screwing." Everyone said kids fucked all the time at that school anyway. His cock gave a little quiver against her tummy and she laughed. "I bet you're thinking of one now and just waiting to try her."
He had suddenly thought of Judy, but had no intention of talking about her. "One or two do, I guess. I just don't know how to go about it."
She raised herself so that she could look into the handsome young face. "Oh come now, I can't believe that. After all, look what happened to your mother this morning once you started."
He grinned back her, still not quite sure this had really happened. "It's just that living out here, I'm so far away from town. Guys who live there meet the girls all the time."
Paula raised herself from her son's hot, youthful body. "You're not using your imagination," she grinned slyly. "Those guys don't have a nice motel room with a big bouncy double bed all ready for when they want to relax after a swim in a heated swimming pool with a hot little girl." Johnny sat up with a jolt. "You mean ... you mean ... Dad wouldn't say anything if I invited Janice Coleman out to swim, and I took her to an empty room?"
Paula straightened up and returned to the vanity to brush her hair. "I would think he might even be quite proud that his son was following his father's footsteps," she grinned, turning to wink at the starded youth. "Whoever Janice Coleman may be." To herself, she added, 'And if Janice Coleman isn't smart enough to be on the Pill, good luck to her.' She went on brushing her hair, watching Johnny stir himself and climb off the bed. His little prick was soft now, completely flaccid and looped over his balls. After all, she reasoned, Steve had been sixteen when he had first fucked her after a high-school dance. And she'd been only fifteen, nervous and skittish as a crazy little hen.