"Well, darling, since you insist…" Sheila said sweetly, wrapping both hands around the enormous length of her son's stiff prick. "I would like to taste your cum again. I tasted it last night after I jacked you off. It was delicious, Terry. In fact it even tasted better than your father's. Why don't you shoot a big wad of it right down my throat this time, lover? Why don't you fill my cheeks with it? I'm so hungry for your cum, darling! I'm so hungry for your big hard cock!"
Sheila went down on her son's swollen cock.
Sheila's pussy was seething between her legs, dampening the crotch of her panties with sex-honey. She wanted her son's cock in her cunt, wanted to feel it fucking in and out of her sucking gash, wanted to feel the shaft of his prick rubbing against the tiny hot bud of her clitoris, wanted to feel flashes of lightning in her belly.
She knew her time would come, her time of cunt-melting stimulation. First she had to show her horny son that she would do anything in the world to make him happy. First she had to seal their new and taboo relationship by sucking his wad out of his balls.
She began pounding up and down on her son's arching erection with both hands at once, making his big balls slap against her fists with each wild downward stroke. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and worked her long loving tongue over the super-sensitive cock-head.
She could feel the shaft of his meat-stick swelling more and more the longer she sucked him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his hard young cock pushing up against the roof of her sucking mouth. She knew that she was doing a better job of blowing her son than she had ever done for his father.
Somewhere in the back of her mind were memories of Blake's big mature cock pounding away inside her throat, memories of the taste and scent of his cock and balls. She was sucking his son now, sucking him and going mad with passion.
"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I… I… I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his balls exploded.
Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated balls erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad shot through his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot into her, each squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting pleasure imaginable.
He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his life, and his own mother had brought him to it!
Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into her mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made thick wet, gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried in vain to swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her with all his youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her sucking throat. She felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up against her tonsils as he shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of his dark pubic hair pressing up against her soft face.
When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face from his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping from her wet lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips against her son's, making him taste his own cum.
"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in his glittering eyes.
"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I… I don't believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"
Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the blow job.
"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of his sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love the other things I have in mind!"
Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto the sun deck.
CHAPTER NINE
"But, Mom…" Terry said haltingly as his lovely mother led him by the shaft of his sperm-covered cock out into the slanting rays of the morning sun. "We can't do this outside… can we?"
"Certainly we can, Terry! We can do anything anywhere! You don't mind fucking little Wendy on the beach, do you? I don't see why we can't fool around on our own private sun deck!" Sheila said in mock amazement, rubbing her thumb over the extremely sensitive head of her son's swollen dick, making him jump with pleasure-pain.
"H… how did you know? About me fucking Wendy on the beach I mean?" Terry asked, staring into his mother's glittering eyes.
"I don't think I'll tell you, darling!" She giggled. "A woman should keep some secrets from her lover… even when her lover is also her son!"
"But shit, Mom! I don't get it! You're so… so… wild! I mean… you're not like you were a couple of days ago!" Terry said.
"I suppose I have changed a bit, darling! Let's say that I've decided to exercise my… desires… and it just happens that I desire you, Terry! After all, darling, I'm getting old! I don't want to waste away in a rocking chair or some terrible thing like that! My little pussy would just shrivel up to nothing! I am thirty-six years old, you know," Sheila said playing with Terry's cock.
"Old!?" Terry gasped. "You're not old! My God, Mom! You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" He was genuinely amazed that she would consider herself old.
"Well, darling, I suppose I do have a few years left. Let's not waste a minute of them! Would you like to look at my cunt?" she smiled wantonly.
"Look at your… your… your cunt?" Terry gasped.
"Of course, silly! I'll expect you to do more than look at it!" Sheila said. "Why don't you take your pants and shoes off and lie down over here on this chaise. You look silly walking around like that!"
She watched her son shuffling around the sun deck, his pants in a heap around his ankles.
Terry struggled out of his shoes and pants and stood before his mother. He felt more naked and helpless than he had ever felt in his life. He felt as if he were on display. He felt the morning sunlight warming his skin, making his prick-head tingle slightly.
He shivered when his luscious mother walked closer to him and lifted his tank-top over his head.
He trembled from head to toe when she ran her warm silken hands over his hard chest and stomach. The feeling of her hands on his naked flesh was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was his own mother! He was being turned on by the very woman who had held him in her womb! His knees felt weak.
"Lie down, lover. Everything will be all right, darling boy! Just put yourself in your mother's hands! I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have for you!" Sheila said, motioning toward the chaise.
Terry managed to keep his knees from giving in until he had fallen on the reclining chair. Sheila put a pillow behind his tousled head and smiled down on him wickedly.
"So you'd like to see my pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself, darling! A mother should never let a boy see her cunt!" Sheila teased, watching the boy squirm. "But then boys will be boys! Look closely now, darling!"
With that, Sheila raised the hem of her long pink dress all the way to her tits, exposing herself obscenely for her horny son. She watched his young blood-engorged cock stir when he beheld the barely concealed area of her pussy. Her red lace panties were slightly damp at the crotch with cunt-dew, her steamy love mound swelling soft and warm between her long legs.
Holding her dress up with one hand, the hot-assed woman ran her other hand down over her thigh, letting it slide down between her legs. She clamped her warm hand over the mound of her cunt for a moment, watching her son's reaction to her wicked display of her feminine charms.
She turned her back to her son and bent over slightly, showing him her full womanly ass. She knew that he could see the tuft of her cunt-hair between her legs where it peeked out at her crotch. Her horny mind was filled with the wild things she and her son could do together.