CHAPTER TWO
For the remainder of the afternoon, Mary was nervous. She had never sucked a cock until cum spurted into her mouth before. She had no idea her son could come, until it happened.
Her ex-husband had always been trying to get her to suck his cock to discharge, but she had always refused. Sucking his prick had been pleasurable, to be sure. She enjoyed the hardness of his cock between her lips, the way it felt against her tongue. She loved to run her tongue over the smoothness of the swollen cockhead, and the dripping of his piss hole was not at all bad. Yet, she had always refused to let him come in her mouth.
When her son came off, Mary had been surprised. Thinking about it while dressing for dinner, she wondered if she would have continued sucking on his cock if she had known Steve could come. Yet the taste of his cum juice seemed to linger on her tongue. It had been shocking to find her mouth filling with cum juice. She was amazed that the taste of the thick cum juice had been so delicious to her, coating her tongue that way. If she had known cum juice tasted so good, she would never have refused her husband that ecstasy, she thought as she brushed her hair.
Mary wondered what this would do to her relationship with her son. Their room contained two beds, and neither had thought anything about the sleeping arrangements here at this moderately priced seaside resort. But now it was different.
Mary wore a knee-length cocktail dress, and very little jewelry. She required hardly any makeup. Leaving the bathroom, she saw her son sitting on his bed, dressed for dinner.
When Steve looked at her, she still found it difficult to meet his gaze. She knew the cocktail dress called attention to her tall, slender and exceptionally curvy body. She knew her rounded, firm tits were enhanced by the tightness of the dress, and if she were not wearing a bra, her nipples would be protruding against it. The skirt hugged her firm, shapely ass and molded her long thighs. If not for the slit up one side, she would have had to take very short steps. As it was, the slit parted with each step, revealing half her thigh.
It was not, she thought, a dress to be wearing after sucking her son's cock off. Not if she wanted to put a damper on his sudden interest in her.
Mary was confused about her desires now. Unable to deny the ecstasy she had received by sucking his cock, tasting his cum in her mouth, she was also undecided about doing it again. At times, when she glanced at her son, it was obvious that he was willing to have her give him another blow job.
As they walked toward the dining room, she felt her son slip his hand into hers. She kept her fingers loose, even though he squeezed her hand. Even the simple act of holding hands sent a rippling tingle through her cunt. This is madness, she thought, sheer madness.
All through dinner her son acted as if he were her escort, showing more politeness than ever before toward her. Carol was amused by it.
"I see a paddling has made a new boy out of Steve," she said from across the table. "Maybe I should beat the hell out of Tom once in a while."
"Aw, Mom," Tom grumbled.
Carol lifted an eye toward her son. "You need it, young man, and often. You're becoming impossible."
Mary saw Steve grin at his plate. She knew what was going through his mind, and she felt a shiver flow up and down her spine. A sudden gasp came from her. Steve had placed his hand underneath the table on her thigh. She shot him a worried look, but he was paying no attention to her other than resting his palm on her thigh.
Mary wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn't stick her own under the table without calling Carol's attention to the motion. When Steve moved his hand along her thigh, caressing it, she wanted to jump up and run from the restaurant. The bare touch of his hand on her thigh sent her cunt into wild pleasure.
She ate without tasting the food, lifting it to her mouth with robot-like movement. She knew Carol was looking at her strangely, wondering what was wrong.
The meal was over and Mary had no recollection of what she ate. She and Steve left Carol and Tom outside the entrance to the restaurant with a mumbled good-night. Her son's hand closed on hers as they started back to their room. Again she refused to squeeze Steve's fingers even though he squeezed hers. Usually, in the room, Mary would go into the bathroom and dress in her nightgown while her son prepared for bed in the room. But tonight she sat on her bed, facing away from her son, hoping he would undress and crawl under the sheets first. She didn't want him to see her in a gown now, although he had seen her that way many, many times. Mary knew, without a doubt, that if he saw her in a nightgown now, after she had sucked his cock off, he would get a hard-on, and things might develop further.
She heard him removing his clothes, and a tremor traveled through her body. There was a strong urge to turn and look at him before he slipped under the sheet, but she resisted it. Once Mary felt her son was safely covered, she turned out the light, then went to the bathroom. She closed the door and undressed, pulling her nightgown over her head. If the gown was one of those concealing cotton things, it wouldn't be so bad, she thought. But every gown she owned was revealing, almost sheer. Making sure the bathroom light was out so her son couldn't see through the clinging gown, she rushed to her own bed and quickly covered up.
She lay on her back, her body rigid, her hands pressed against her lips. She was trembling, and nothing she could do stopped it. In her mind she was seeing her son's cock standing up so hard, and it seemed as if she could still feel it throbbing between her lips.
Mary lay in the darkness for a long time, listening to her son toss and, turn in bed. He seemed restless and unable to sleep. That was how she felt, too. Her tits were swollen and her nipples protruded against the sheet. There was an aching sensation in her cunt, and her cunt was pulsating with moist heat.
A new sound came to her. It was a rustling sound, and she glanced in her son's direction. Despite the heavy drapes at the window, she could see the outline of his body, and she gasped softly as she watched the sheet rising and falling. He's jacking off, she thought. Steve is jacking off… because of me, because I sucked him off this afternoon and he wants me to do it again. Mary couldn't stop herself. The request came out unbidden by her mind.
"Steve?" she called softly.
The rustling stopped. "Yes, Mom?"
"Get in bed with me," she whispered, not knowing her own voice.
"What, Mom?"
Louder, she repeated it. Still facing the ceiling, from the corner of her eye she saw her son move as he threw the sheet off. He was wearing jockey shorts, she noticed, but his cock was sticking out from the crotch.
Steve crawled under the sheet with her, and his body pressed tightly. She shuddered, but with joy. The hardness of his prick pushed at her hip as he placed his arm about her waist. Mary lay rigid, but shaking. She felt her son's lips kissing at her neck, and then she gasped as he curled his fingers about one of her straining tits.
"Oh, Steve!" she moaned.
"Mom, this is nice," he whispered hotly against her throat. "You feel good, Mom."
He was fondling her tits now without hesitation, and Mary shook with sensation. A fire ignited between her thighs that burned so hotly there was only one way to put it out.
She held her breath as Steve began pulling down the shoulder strap of her gown. She shifted slightly to help him, then her tits were naked. Although it was dark, she felt exposed to her son. A delicious ripple shot through her when she felt her son's hot, wet mouth close about a rigid, sensitive nipple. As he started sucking her tit, his tongue swirling about eagerly, Mary brought a hand up and pressed the back of his head.
As he sucked her tit, he ran his hand down her shaking stomach, and then gently placed it upon her cunt. Mary moaned softly. She felt her son pulling her gown up, sliding it up her thighs, and she knew there would be no turning back now.