"Uh… yeah… I had a nice sleep…" Terry replied weakly, terribly embarrassed about the length of hard cock that stuck several inches down his pants-leg.
Sheila noticed immediately that her son was walking stiff-legged. When she realized what was causing his stiff-legged stride, her cunt shivered with excitement. He had a hard-on!
She was dizzy inside as she tried valiantly to avert her eyes from the bulge of his crotch. She tried to look her son in the eye as he came toward her, but her gaze kept flashing down below his belt.
She knew that he saw her eyes drop again and again below his belt and flash back nervously to his face. There was no hiding her interest in his horny state. She wasn't sure what to do now that the situation was perfect for her first real encounter with her handsome young son, but she knew that she had to act.
"Did you have fun last night?" she asked in a too-sweet voice, smiling as her son sat down nervously opposite her at the breakfast table.
"Fun? Oh… you mean with… uh… with Wendy?" Terry was unable to look his mother in the eye.
"Of course with Wendy, darling. Were you with somebody else last night?"
"Uh… no, Mom…" Terry mumbled, thinking that his dream had been more real to him than the wild night with Wendy, more real and more satisfying.
"What did you and Wendy do after I left, Terry?"
"Do? Uh… gosh, Mom, what… what do you mean?" Terry's cock was jerking in his pants.
There was something strange in the tone of his mother's voice, something that got to him. It was as if she knew what an embarrassing position he was in. It was as if she intended to tease him mercilessly. How could she do a thing like that to him? His own mother!
"Did you fuck her, darling?" Sheila forced herself to ask, somehow managing to stare her son straight in the eye when she uttered the fateful words that would make this particular morning the most eventful morning in both their lives.
Sheila's words hit Terry like a ton of bricks. How could she ask him a personal question like that? Did she really expect him to answer her?
He was suddenly so nervous that he dropped his silverware between his legs. His knife and fork fell clattering to the floor. He tried to swallow a mouthful of food but was only able to choke and cough.
"Is something the matter, Terry?" Sheila asked teasingly. "Did I say something nasty?"
"G… gosh, Mom… I…" Terry said falteringly, suddenly captivated by his mother's mysterious eyes.
"I hope I didn't ask anything too personal, darling. But after all, Terry, I did leave the house last night just so that you and your little girl friend could… fuck."
"You… you did?" Terry asked breathlessly.
Sheila smiled. "Of course I did, Terry! Didn't you know that? I thought it was rather obvious!"
Sheila wanted her son desperately. Her seething cunt burned for him now. She could have torn his clothes off him and raped him on the kitchen floor, her lust for the boy was so intense. She was thrilled by the look of shock and innocence that had come over his face. He was a stud who had screwed more girls than many men twice his age, and yet he had melted before her as if he knew little or nothing about sex. Sheila felt that he was hers for the taking now.
"Well, Terry, did you screw the little thing?" Sheila asked wantonly.
"C… c'mon, Mom… don't… uh… don't make me answer that…" Terry begged.
"Make you? Don't be silly, darling! Make you indeed! I wouldn't make you do anything! I merely thought that a well-rounded young man like you, a young man of the world, might not be embarrassed about such common activities as fucking!" She laughed. "If you'd rather not talk about it…"
"It's not that, Mom…"
"Oh, don't be silly, Terry! The world is full of people who think sex is dirty! I'm sure you'll get over it… when you grow up," she teased.
"Aw c'mon, Mom, I don't think sex is dirty! A guy's not supposed to talk about… about stuff like that with his mother!" the nervous boy said.
"About fucking? Don't be silly. I see they didn't teach you much about life at that expensive school you went to!" Sheila ran her tongue around the rim of her coffee cup while she watched her son writhe in his seat.
"Well… sure they did, Mom… but talkin' about sex… with you is kinda, well…"
"Dirty?" Sheila smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"Not exactly…" Terry said, his cock dripping with lust for his mother.
"Exciting then," Sheila said matter-of-factly.
"Exciting? Oh God, Mom! I… I didn't mean that!" Terry said, feeling like a little kid for the first time in years.
"It's not exciting? Something seems to have excited you, darling. After all, dear, you do have a big hard-on between your legs."
"Aw, Mom!" he gasped, his voice higher than usual.
"Don't worry, darling, I understand. All boys get hard-ons occasionally. It's perfectly healthy. But I think you know that. Don't you, Terry?"
"I… I guess…" Terry answered weakly, looking down between his legs, unable to look across the table at his mother.
What was she doing to him? Didn't she know that she was making his cock throb harder and harder all the time? Didn't she know that she was making him shake all over? He felt like jumping out of his seat and running upstairs to the safety of his room.
He hadn't felt so nervous and horny in years, ever since he had fucked a girl for the first time. But this wild experience was even worse, and his mother showed no sign of stopping her maddening teasing.
"You haven't answered me yet, son. Did you fuck darling little Wendy last night?" she asked playfully. "Don't be shy, Terry."
"Uh… yeah…" he said almost inaudibly.
"Speak up, son," Sheila said, feeling wicked beyond belief.
"Yeah… I did."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Uh-huh…" Terry muttered.
"Is she a good fuck, Terry?"
"Aw c'mon, Mom! What're you doin'?" he begged, his balls aching.
"I just want to find out if my son is getting the kind of… fucking he deserves, darling. I don't mean any harm. Trust me, dear. Now tell me honestly. Is little Wendy a good lay?" Sheila's wet lips were glistening, her eyes blazing with unconcealed lust.
"Yeah, Mom, she… she's good," Terry managed to whisper.
There was something about talking this way to his mother that drove him wild. It was so dirty, so taboo. And she seemed to be taking some wicked pleasure in making him squirm. There was nothing he could do now but sit there and let her tease him mercilessly. He got the impression that she was after something. But what? What could his mother possibly want of him?
"She's just good?" Sheila breathed.
"She's great…" Terry admitted.
"Does she… does she suck your cock for you?" Sheila asked obscenely, leaning forward and winking at her son when he caught her eye.
"Oh Christ, Mom!" Terry begged, fighting off the urge to bolt and run.
"Does she take your cock in her mouth and suck until you squirt it into her face?"
"Oh shit, Mom! Come on!" he nearly cried.
"She certainly must do something for you, Terry! After all, you have a hard-on all the time! Wendy did make you hard this morning, didn't she? Didn't you dream about her all night and didn't it make your cock stiff this morning?"
"Well… uh… yeah… I guess," Terry admitted reluctantly.
"Does she suck you off?" Sheila asked again, pressing for an answer to her dirty question.
"Yeah, she does, yeah…" the boy struggled.
"Does your cock get big and hard in her mouth, darling?" she asked.
"Yeah…"
"You have an awfully big cock, don't you, Terry?"
"Well… I… I guess I do…" he stammered.
"I know you do! You must be awfully proud of it, Terry! You always wear it so well!"
"Please, Mom, don't! Don't! I… I'm scared! You're makin' me…" Terry was hoping beyond hope that she would leave him alone before he creamed his jeans.