The boy gulped and nodded his head. He was only eleven after all and hadn't learned to lie to his mother with any conviction yet.
"Is that all you were looking at, Tommy?"
Tommy tried to evade his mother's eyes. But he couldn't. He turned his head away and got redder and finally shook his head.
The frenzy inside of Sally was a carnival now. She could barely keep her emotions in control.
"What were you looking at?"
"Your… your…" Tommy looked at his mother, helpless to go on.
"Tell me, Tommy. You can say it to your own mother baby."
"Your pussy," the boy finally gushed out. He looked as if he expected the sky to fall in on him at any minute. "The boys at school always talk about pussy and I've never seen any, Mother, and then I couldn't help wondering what yours looked like and, I, well, I'm sorry Mommy and I won't ever do it again. I promise." Tommy looked at her and tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.
"That's okay. Tommy. Come closer and Mommy will let you look at her pussy all you want and tell you all about it!"
The boy looked like lightning had struck. "Will you, Mommy? Really?"
He moved closer and Sally turned the lever in the tub that controlled the drain as she put her arms up and around her young son's waist. Tommy watched, glued to the spot, as some of the water swirled away. Slowly Sally's lush, mature body came into view.
First the soapy water pulled back from her firm breasts, leaving traces of soap suds on her creamy skin. Then it dropped further. The front of her smooth, sexy thighs broke the top of the bath water like glistening rocks being revealed by the falling tide. Then her legs were obvious and a trough of foamy water was trapped between her soft thighs while the water puddled around her beautiful, contoured buttocks.
Tommy was breathing hard. His little cock jumped in his pants as Sally opened her legs and let the trapped water splash into the rapidly emptying tub. She was breathing hard too. The sudden gush of water down her thighs and the weird sensation of it trickling over her aching vagina made her crotch ache with a fierce, inner heat.
With the last of the water swirling down the drain in the tub, Sally knew she had finally committed herself to committing incest with her own, pre-teenaged son!
Compulsively, she wrapped her arms around his waist and started to drag his pants down over his buttocks.
Tommy stood stock still. He may not even have known his mother was stripping him naked. He was staring at the reddish thatch of hair between his mother's legs and licking his dry lips. The hair was covered with a froth of bubbles that burst one by one but at a tremendous rate. His mother's twat was being unveiled for him as surely as if she were stripping especially for him.
The bubbles burst and the dark, chestnut hair became visible.
As Sally stirred uneasily, the hair seemed to ripple and almost part and underneath Tommy could see the hot movement of her cleft. It was almost like a strip show in which the boy thought he could see everything, but wasn't sure he was seeing anything at all.
But whatever Tommy saw, it didn't really matter because Sally could see all she wanted to, and that was everything.
Once his pants had dropped down his legs to puddle around his ankles, Tommy was completely naked from the waist down. His cock stuck straight out in front of him, like a spear. Underneath, his balls, still not large with the loose skin of a man, huddled close to his immature penis. His skin was pink and white and he didn't have a single pubic hair.
For a long moment, Sally stared at the boy's cock. It was beautiful even though it was small in comparison to her husband's or her brother's. But that made it all the dearer to Sally.
The head was baby pink. Folds of white skin surrounded it and to Sally it seemed super virginal. Clean. Fresh. There weren't words to describe the sensations that raced through her like a chill when she saw her son's sex organs.
Gently, so as not to scare him, Sally breathed on his hard little penis. It stiffened slightly under the unexpected stimulus.
Then, trying to quiet the pounding of her own heart, Sally lowered her lips until they were engulfing the boy's tender cockhead.
Tommy stopped looking with wonder at her crotch, then. He looked down and saw what she was doing. "Mother!" he exclaimed. He was speechless and couldn't say more, he was so enveloped in the hot, wet mouth that sucked at his throbbing cock.
Damning herself, but gently, Sally slurped her son's penis between her soft, pillowy lips. The minute she did, she thought irrationally that she was getting lipstick on his prick, but she didn't really care.
Once Tommy's cock was in her mouth, Sally felt herself falling into a bottomless pit of passion. His penis rolling around in her mouth, stiff as it was, sent thrills racing to her brain that almost made her faint. It seemed to Sally that her mouth had become a second, more sensitive vagina.
Tommy's response was just as immediate. He wrapped his arms around his mother's head and clung to it white her mouth masticated his little joy stick. The boy had just recently started beating himself off, but what was happening to him was so much better that he almost couldn't stand it. "Don't stop, Mommy," he pleaded with her.
Sally had no intention of stopping. The boy's penis in her mouth was like a stick of dynamite… Each touch, each bit of movement was an avalanche of pleasure. She bathed it in her saliva and wondered at the clean, smooth feel and flavor. She sucked on the rosy head and was elated to discover she loved the taste of his semen as it flowed to the tip of his cock and filled her mouth.
Gently Sally's soapy hands cupped her son's naked balls. She stroked them and pulled on them, making the boy even more excited. His cock grew harder and longer. It throbbed and pulsed.
Tommy writhed in a fit of sexual madness. His hands tore at his mother's hair as he encouraged the incessant sucking of his sex organ. "Oh, Mommy," he cried. "Don't stop doing that to meeee!"
Sally couldn't stop. She began to mouth fuck his little sucker with a sturdy beat, her head pumping back and forth, her lips softening and compressing in regular rhythm. Her breath was hot on his tool and even those steady strokes of hot air turned Tommy on.
Forgetting that she was in the bathtub, that the water was gone, Sally lowered one hand to finger her crotch. Her long, slender finger played first at the top of her sex cleft, rubbing her clitoris until it was ready to stand up hard and straight. Then her finger divided the chestnut pubic hair and found the long slot of her cunt. Delicately she began stroking up and down the elongated lips, starting electrical fires in her cunt. Her hips writhed in response to her own self-manipulation.
Tommy watched in fascination. He couldn't take his eyes away. He could only look as his mother brought herself to a furious climax by finger fucking herself. Even as she slid an index finger into her quivering sex hole and began sawing it in and out, Tommy was falling over the edge from virginity to manhood. He felt the hot rise of moisture in his prick. His muscles convulsed in knots as he felt his groin beginning to erupt into a fountain of molten lava.
Sally sensed his sexual heat. Her mouth slid faster, more eagerly, more greedily up and down his immature stem. She couldn't stop. Where before she had been turned off completely by the idea of tasting or even touching a man's pecker with her mouth, now she was in a frenzy to be rewarded for her efforts. She wanted it to happen!
Suddenly Tommy cried out and wrapped his arms tight around her head. His penis was pulsing furiously. It beat a tattoo inside her mouth that went straight to her crotch.
Her own hand was slick wet with her sex fluid. Her hips writhed and twisted as Tommy suddenly began jetting spurt after spurt of sweet sex cream in her avaricious mouth.