Bobby seemed to be trying hard to concentrate on the naked beauty of Mary, as if ignoring what his mother's hand was doing to his cock. Yet Susan could see, from the corners of her eyes, how his eyes blazed with burning pleasure. She felt the throbbing of his cock increase against her palm and she closed her fingers tighter, squeezing enough to make him gasp. She jacked his cock and Bobby, intensely excited, pulled his hips back from the wall far enough so she could stroke and pump his prick easily.
"She has lovely breasts, doesn't she, Bobby?" Susan continued whispering in a throaty, seductive voice. "Or perhaps I should call them titties. Isn't that a nice word, honey titties? I love it. Wouldn't you love to feel those titties, squeeze them in your hands and make Mary moan with desire? Look at that pussy hair, Bobby. It's blonde, thick and darker than the hair on her head. Right? Don't you wish you could see her better? We can almost see her vagina, can't we? Or should I say her… pussy? Maybe you like the word cunt better than pussy, Bobby? Do you? I do. I love that word, cunt. It makes me shiver when I say it. Say it for me, darling. Say cunt for mother."
But Bobby could only gasp and stare at Mary. His cock throbbed and he felt so hot. Susan knew what he felt, could feel it in the way his cock throbbed, in that beautiful, ever so sweet hardness. She squeezed his cock again, and Bobby groaned softly. She saw he was licking his lips, and then she turned back to look at Mary. She pumped her fist back and forth on her son's cock, no longer wondering what had come over her. With the feel of Bobby's cock in her hand, Susan knew what she wanted, what she would love to do with her son.
Before, she would not have admitted it, let alone tried fucking him. But now it was different. Now they were both excited, looking down at the naked Mary, side by side, and she had Bobby's cock in her hot hand.
Susan wanted to fuck – to fuck her son.
Mary was moving down on the patio, twisting her hips about as if she were having an erotic dream. Both Susan and Bobby watched her with wide eyes. Mary's legs parted and closed, like a pair of scissors, and she seemed to be arching her hips up and down. The magazine was once more covering her face, but Susan didn't care. She knew what Mary's face looked like; it was that deliciously sweet body she wanted to look at.
Mary's hands were moving up and down her body now, stroking, caressing, touching lightly. Susan and her son watched those hands cup those tits and squeeze into the tit mounds while those thighs continued to open and close.
Susan pumped a bit faster on her son's cock, feeling it swell even more in her hand. She knew what would happen soon if she kept on jerking his cock… he would come. And, Susan knew immediately, she wanted to make her son come off, to make him squirt come juice as her fist stroked and pumped his cock.
"I bet Mary has a hot cunt – don't you, darling?" she began to whisper again. "I bet her cunt is like liquid heat, and I bet she'd fuck, too. Yes, I said fuck, Bobby. That word is another one I like so very much. Cunt and fuck. Don't those words make you feel hot and excited? We used to use them all the time, your father and I, when we fucked. And we fucked constantly. Your father was a great fuck, Bobby, and I bet you are, too… Your cock feels almost like your father's, so hard and long and thick. Look at Mary, baby, look at her tits and her cunt. Wouldn't you like to stick your cock up her cunt and fuck her? I bet Mary's cunt would suck on your cock while you fucked her, don't you? She looks sweet and innocent, but she isn't. If she was, she wouldn't be out there naked, knowing people could see her. Wouldn't you like to feel her cunt squeezing your prick, darling? Oooo, you'd love that!"
Bobby's cock was throbbing so hard and hot in her fist. Susan pumped his prick faster yet, holding it tightly. Her cunt was boiling with need, and she wanted to rub her pussy as she fondled her son's cock. But she didn't touch herself, not this time. She continued to talk softly to Bobby, telling him how hot and wet Mary's cunt would be.
"That would be better than a fist, honey," she said as they watched Mary sliding her hands up and down her thighs now. "A fist can do a lot for a hard cock, but a cunt is always best. Look at her! I think she's going to play with her pussy. Look!"
Mary did, indeed, run her hand between her thighs, but only once.
"You should fuck her, darling," Susan said, feeling his cock burn into her fist. "You should let her know you watch her sunbathe, tell her how hard it makes your prick, that you'd like to stick it up her pussy and fuck her."
A grunt came from Bobby, his hips jerking as Susan gripped his cock hard.
"Are you about to come, Bobby?" Susan asked in a thick, husky voice. "Are you going to come? That's okay, baby… you just come alt you want. Mother will help you. Look down at Mary and pretend you're fucking her while mother makes you come. It's all right, Bobby. We're just pretending. It's only make-believe, a fantasy. All boys and girls have those, you know. Just pretend mother's fist is Mary's cunt and that you're fucking her, and come all you want."
She felt the jerking of his cock in her fist, then Bobby grunted again. Susan looked down in time to see the thick white come juice spurt from his cock, splashing against the wall beneath the window sill. She gasped as a stab of intense ecstasy burned through her cunt, and she came, too.
She jacked her son's cock until he finished coming, then pulled her hand away.
"You watch her, darling," she said. "I'll leave you alone now. It's okay to pretend."
CHAPTER TWO
Susan knew it was not merely pretense. She had deliberately jacked her son off, deliberately talked to him that way. She hoped Bobby would not be ashamed now, embarrassed because of what she had done for him. She didn't think he would, but she had to watch him and make sure.
If she could have him fantasize about Mary, then she could jack him off again. And she wanted to jack him off, to feel his cock, to watch that sweet come bubble from his piss hole.
Bobby was quite a few years younger than Mary, but Susan knew young boys dreamed of women older than themselves quite often. They would see some sexy movie star, and get a nice hard-on over her.
The thing that amazed her was the excitement she had felt looking at Mary. Being turned on by seeing a naked woman was some thing she had never thought about. Yet she could not deny the desire she had felt looking at the young beauty.
Susan had nothing to be ashamed of, herself.
She was a tall woman, a few inches taller than her young son. Her face, oval and quite pretty, with her dark eyes, red hair, and full lips, made many men turn for a second look.
Her body, still as slim and shapely as a young teenager's, looked very good in a bikini, shorts, or any kind of dress she chose to wear. She knew her ass looked good in tight jeans, and was pleased with the swelling shape of it. The only difference between her and Mary was one of age, Susan knew. There was at least a ten-year span there, but she looked as good as the youthful Mary any day.
As she sat on her bed, she wondered if she could keep her son thinking they were pretending. If she could, there were all kinds of possibilities. They could have a lot of fun with each other, Susan thought. If Bobby would fuck her and pretend she was Mary, that would be fine with her. She might not be Mary, but she would be the one getting her son's lovely cock in her cunt – not the girl.
Susan wished she could come up with some excuse to call her son to her, bring him to her room and fuck him now.
She lifted her dress and shoved her hand into her panties, feeling about her cunt. She leaned back on the bed and spread her thighs, rubbing at her sensitive clit, her eyes closed as she fantasized about her son. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with pleasure as she worked a finger into her cunt. The panties stretched around her hand as she finger-fucked herself this way, head back and eyes closed.