"… and that's what I'm doing, Cindy," she heard Tommy say.
"That's nasty," came the giggles of Frank's daughter. "You mean she lets you do it, too?"
"She loves it," Tommy said, bragging. "My mom can't get enough of me. Now, if you'd give your dad some pussy, we could break them up pretty easy, I think. I'm sure that's why my mom sees your dad all the time, just to get laid."
"Daddy might get mad at me," Cindy said. "He's always had girlfriends since my mother died, but he's never tried anything with me."
"Mom didn't with me, either," Tommy told Cindy. "It's like I said. I saw them fucking and made my mom fuck me. If we both do it with them, maybe they'll stop talking about getting married."
Sherri wanted to shout and scream. Her son was plotting with Frank's daughter, trying to get her to seduce her own father as a means of breaking them up.
"You know, Tommy," she heard Cindy say, "I don't know if I can believe you. Did you really fuck your own mother? You're not lying to me to try and get me to do something I'll get into trouble for, are you?"
"Hey, no, Cindy," Tommy said. "I really fucked her. You've seen her movies, haven't you? You know she's beautiful, and boy… is she a good piece of ass! No wonder your father wants to marry my mom!"
"Well… " Cindy's voice was doubtful. "If you could kinda prove it, I might try it with my dad."
"How am I going to prove that?" Tommy asked.
"I could sort of hide," Cindy said. "Maybe in a closet, and watch."
"Mom would catch you," he warned.
"I'd be real quiet, and if I could see you fuck her, then I'd know for sure. If I was sure, I might try it with Daddy."
Sherri listened to them plan on hiding Cindy in Tommy's closet and he was to lure her into his room, and fuck her so the girl could watch. The very idea made her angry at her son. She wanted to burst into his room and send Cindy home immediately, then punish her son someway. But she knew she could no longer punish him; they were much too involved now.
Instead of bursting in, she turned and retraced her steps to the living room. She opened the door, then slammed it again, calling out, "Tommy, I'm home! Where did you go darling?"
She heard him come out of his room. "Right here, Mom. Did you buy more fresh fruit?"
"Bananas and apples, okay?" she called seeing him come down the hallway alone."
"That's fine," he said, pressing up against her, kissing her lips, tasting her lipstick. He clutched at her ass, pulling her against his body hard.
"You'll wrinkle my skirt," she protested.
It was happening too fast, she thought frantically. He was going to do it now. Cindy was in his closet already. She didn't have time to try and thwart them, talk to Frank. But what could she tell Frank without revealing she was fucking her own son? Almost in panic, she pushed her son away, turning.
"Mom, look at this," he said, pointing at the front of his jeans. "I've had this hard-on since you left. I need it now, Mom. I need a piece real bad right now."
Just pressing against her had not created that hard-on, she knew. He must have been feeling up Cindy while they talked. She found herself wondering if they had fucked, and then surprised herself by a quick feeling of jealousy.
The very thought of her son feeling Cindy's tight, young tit ties made her jealous! With anger and jealousy running through her, Sherri made an instant decision. She placed her hand over her son's cock, feeling it throb through his pants. She squeezed it, grinning lewdly at him.
"Okay, Tommy," she whispered throatily. "You've got it."
As she followed him to his room, knowing Cindy was hiding in his closet to watch, Sherri wondered why she was doing this. Cindy would see Tommy fucking her, then she would try and seduce her father, and their plan might, just might, work. She didn't want that, not at all. She suddenly felt competitive with Cindy, and she didn't know if Tommy fucked the little girl yet.
She entered his room, glancing toward the closet door. It was open just a crack, she saw, but couldn't see Cindy peeking out. It was the only place the girl could be, though. Surely Cindy wasn't hiding in the hall bathroom.
Sherri began to remove her blouse, trembling slightly. She felt as if she was before the cameras again. She tried to keep from looking at the closet door, and at her son. Tommy had simply shoved his pants to his ankles, leaving his shirt on. His cock strained out with throbbing hardness, his balls low but full.
"You don't have to take everything off, Mom," he said.
"No? I thought you loved me naked." she said, making sure her voice was loud enough to carry into the closet just incase Cindy was, indeed, there and watching.
"I do, but this time I want something else," he said.
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"A blow-job," he said simply.
"Where in the world did you learn all this, Tommy?" she asked.
"Mom, all the kids know things today," he replied as if that was all the answer required.
"What makes you think I'd do that?"
"You loved it up the ass, didn't you?" he reminded her. "You didn't think you'd like that, either, but you loved it."
"I just might," she whispered softly. "I just may love sucking your cock, Tommy." She removed her blouse, then her bra, wanting to flaunt her firm, high tits to Cindy, show the girl what she had for her son.
"I won't take everything off if all you want is a blow-job, but-" she pulled her skirt to her waist, sliding her skimpy panties to her knees "-I'll drop my panties in case you want to fuck me… afterward."
Tommy pushed his hips forward, and she saw him glance at the closet quickly. That was enough to tell her Cindy was there and not in the bathroom. She moved toward her son, her steps constrained by her panties at her knees. She closed her fist about his cock, pumping it as she kissed his lips, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmm, hard and hot for me," she purred, sliding down to her knees, jutting her naked ass wantonly, spreading her knees and stretching her panties to show her bushy cunt to the closet door. "Yes, I think I'm going to really enjoy this."
Sherri's tongue darted and licked at her son's stomach, her eyes gazing adoringly up at him. She ran her hands about his body, feeling his thighs, his hips, his ass, her tongue swirling on his flesh. The feel of his young, throbbingly hard cock brushing below her chin excited her, especially the hot wetness. The lower her face went, the more her naked ass pushed out.
With her hot, wet tongue reaching her son's cock, she purred in pleasure and licked about the tuft of hair at the base, then along the hot shaft to the swollen head. Still looking up at him with moist, sparkling eyes, Sherri cupped her son's tight ass in her palms, and drew his cock between her lips.
"Ahhhh, Mom!" Tommy moaned as the hot wetness of his mother's mouth Wrapped about his cock.
"Mmmm," she purred, sliding her lips onto his cock, taking it inside her mouth until her lips were smashed against the base.
She held his cock deeply t her tongue rolling about it, lips writhing. She felt his hot balls resting against her chin, and she began fondling his asst squeezing the cheeks, pulling him forward to try and get his cock deeper.
With her mouth full of her son's cock, Sherri's cunt responded with little twitches of pleasure. Her clit strained from the hairy wet folds, and she made tight swinging motions of her ass while she moaned loudly with cock sucking ecstasy.
She could now hear the hot breathing coming from the closet. It pleased her that this was exciting Cindy. Her desire to show her son she could be better than Cindy was overwhelming, yet she was delighted to know the young girl was becoming excited as she watched from the closet.
Tommy was gasping softly now. He placed one hand on top of his mother's head, the other behind it. Sherri felt her son trembling as she began sucking back and forth on his cock. Her eyes never left his facet wanting to see his rapture. She clung to his ass, her fingers in the crack, squeezing the cheeks. Each time she pushed her mouth onto his cock, she pulled his ass forward, making the hot head brush into her throat.