CHAPTER TEN
During the following days, Ann thought constantly about that wild afternoon with Laurie and Charlie. She knew that eventually it would be repeated. Things were so different in her life now. She'd actually had sex with everyone in the family except Jerry. Would she sooner or later fuck her own son? She probably would. Now that the ice had been broken with Laurie, it seemed natural. They couldn't very well keep him out of things. In any case, Ann suspected that Jerry was already involved with Joanna and Laurie, that he'd already fucked them. Maybe the boy was waiting for her to make the first move. She thought about him a great deal. Having sex with her own son was wrong but she couldn't help thinking about it.
She had lecherous fantasies. She wondered what kind of cock he had. She hadn't seen him naked in years.
Then one day Ann found herself alone in the house with Jerry and she realized the time had come to do something about her relationship with her son.
She was aware of his eyes on her body. He'd always looked at her admiringly, but now she recognized the hot lust in his eyes. They were in the kitchen. Ann had prepared a sandwich for him and he was standing at the counter as he ate it. Her eyes traveled to the bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
She could feel the cunt-cream oozing out of her pussy as she gazed at her son. She thought of suggesting that he sit down while eating, but then she would no longer be able to see that lovely bulge.
As she sat there watching him, she crossed her legs to squeeze her hairless pussy-lips. I'm wetting my panties looking at my own son, she thought. She could feel the throbbing in her cunt. God, how different she was now!
His eyes were on her tits. She pulled her shoulders back, aware that her nipples could be seen clearly through her thin blouse. She usually wore a bra with this blouse, but today she hadn't. Jerry had an eyeful. It aroused her to know that her son was turned on by her tits. Did he have fantasies about her? She imagined him pumping his stiff young cock as he thought about her body. How lovely it would be to watch him shoot off, to watch his thick spunk gush out of his young cockhead!
Their eyes met and he looked embarrassed. She'd caught him staring at her boobs. One glance at his crotch told her he had a raging hard on. She smiled at him and said she wished she were as pretty as Joanna.
Jerry protested. "You're pretty enough for me, Mom."
She gazed meaningfully at the bulge in his jeans and smiled again. "I guess that's the proof a woman needs. It looks like you have a lovely erection. Did I cause it or are you thinking of one of your girlfriends?"
He blushed. He was flustered. "It's you."
"Don't be embarrassed, darling. You're a young man and you have a cock and it's natural for it to get hard. It's always flattering to a woman to cause that."
After they both seemed lost in some strange erotic trance. She rose up, moved towards him, spoke to him in soft and sultry voice. She ran her fingertips over his young face. "I haven't seen you without clothes in years and years," she said. "You must be lovely to look at. You're grown up now. Is your cock very hard?"
"Yes," he croaked.
"And it's because of me?"
"What a lovely compliment. I guess I ought to thank you in a special way."
Her fingers moved to the top button of her blouse. She slowly undid the buttons one after the other. Mesmerized, Jerry watched her fingers as they worked their way down from her throat to her waist. She pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, opened it up to show him her tits naked and heaving. "You've been staring at these for an hour now," she said. "I don't see why you can't have a look at them."
The boy looked. Her heavy tits trembled slightly as she moved. Her pink nipples were hard. She cupped her hands under her tits, raised the globs of flesh so that her nipples pointed at the ceiling.
She had no need to ask him if he liked her tits. His cock bulged even more now, his hard on clearly revealed even through the heavy material of his jeans.
A voice inside her head told her that if she wanted to stop, this was the place to do it. It was harmless enough to show her own son her tits. He saw nearly as much when they were at the beach together. If she wanted to stop, she had to do it now. Instead, she took his hands in her own and raised them to her creamy titflesh. "Feel them," she whispered. "I want you to."
His hands gently squeezed her swollen tits. Her stiff nipples drilled into his palms. She sighed and closed her eyes. She was no longer hesitant, no longer afraid she was doing the wrong thing. The feel of her son's hands on her aching tits was incredibly lovely.
Glancing down again, she smiled at the impressive bulge of his cock in his jeans. Her pussy quivered with longing. Why not? she thought. I've done things with Laurie; why not with Jerry? She yearned to know what his naked cock looked like.
She let his hands have their way with her tits. She remained motionless, allowing him to have his fill of her. He molded and squeezed and fondled her pink-nippled globes. She trembled, smiled and told him in a whisper how much she liked the feel of his hands.
Reaching for him, she unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. She tugged his jeans down to his knees. He stood there without moving, his lust-filled eyes fixed on her swinging tits.
His stiff cock was now covered by no more than his cotton shorts. His cock looked big. She was pleased that her son was well-hung. Her pussy quivered with need as she gazed at the bulge of his big cock and balls in his shorts.
Taking hold of the band of his jockey shorts, she slowly stripped the cotton down. In a moment the full length of his cock sprang out like a truncheon.
"Oh, my," she said softly, "that's a nice one." Nice, indeed. Her son's cock was thick and long and juicy-looking. The big fat plum of his cock-knob made her mouth water. And his balls were lovely. Big pink balls with only a light covering of fuzz.
When their eyes met, she could see he had overcome surprise at what was happening. He grinned at her. "Are we going to fuck, Mom?"
"Do you want to?"
"I sure do."
"We'll see. In the meantime, let's not rush things. We have all afternoon to play and it's always better if you take your time."
She helped him finish undressing. She ran her hands over his hairy thighs, over his hard muscular ass. Then, for the first time, she touched his naked cock.
The heat of his hard prick was delicious. He groaned as she gently stroked his throbbing cockshaft with her fingertips. Clear cockjuice oozed out of his pisshole to drip onto the floor. Erect and twitching, the fleshy baton of his cock waved from side to side.
"Lovely," she said. "It's a lovely cock." Her naked tits jiggling, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and leaned, against the kitchen wall. Reaching out, she grabbed his stiff cock and pulled him towards her.
She spread her legs. He ran his hands over the insides of her fleshy thighs. His young eyes glittered with excitement as he stared at the lips of her fat hairless cunt.
She moaned with pleasure under his gaze. She could feel her cuntjuice wetting the insides of her thighs. She gazed at his hard pink cock and bit her lip in her excitement.
His eyes fixed on her drooling bald cunt, Jerry groaned at the feel of her warm fingers caressinghis swollen cockmeat. It was difficult for him to believe what was happening. After years of daydreams and night-dreams about his mother here he was with his hard cock in her hand and her ripe pussy exposed to his eye. He was afraid to do anything, afraid to say anything, afraid to make any move that might prevent what seemed about to happen. Then his heart pounded as he realized they were already beyond the point of no return. He would fuck her. Sooner or later that afternoon he would get to fuck his mother.