Bobby didn’t pull his hand back, but left it there. Sharon felt his fingers rubbing at her thigh, on her naked skin. She shivered, but it certainly wasn’t from being chilled. She breathed deeply, her tits lifting and falling before her son’s eyes. She knew Bobby could see her interest, and allowing him keep her skirt there, very close to her panties, Sharon realized she was consenting to this — and Bobby knew it.
Bobby turned on the couch, lifting a foot to the cushions, the other still on the floor. Sharon stared directly at him, his cock sending tremors of desire through her. She wanted to uncross her legs, to fling them as wick as she could, and rip her panties away, and scream at her son to shove that beautiful, hard cock into her cunt, to fuck her senseless. She wanted to do that desperately, but she didn’t.
Bobby gasped hotly as he jerked on his cock. He kept looking at his mother, but was no longer touching her thigh since he had turned to face her. Sharon wanted to tell her son to lift his balls out, that she wanted to see them, too. She wanted to tell her son to push his pants down, let her see everything… but all she could do was sit there, whimpering softly, and watch him blatantly jacking off.
Once again she tried to control herself.
“Bobby, not here,” she moaned. “Please, go to the bathroom… don’t do it in front of me… I can’t.”
Bobby pumped faster and faster on his cock.
“I’m gonna come, Mom!” he groaned. “I’m gonna come soon!”
“That girl.” Sharon whispered in a thick voice. “She did this to you, Bobby. Seeing her lean over, what she showed, excited you too much. Please, honey, not here. Don’t do that in front of mother.”
Bobby pounded away, the head of his cock bulging tightly, dripping more and more. Sharon flicked her tongue across her lips, her cunt starting to squeeze and suck inward, her clit feeling as if it were going to burst.
Bobby lifted his ass, arching his hips upward, his fist flying rapidly with short, jerking strokes.
He was about to come now, Sharon thought frantically, her eyes glazed as they fixed upon the flare of his piss hole.
She watched raptly, breathing in hot panting sounds.
Bobby started grunting, his hips shaking.
“Ohhhhh!” he groaned.
Come juice squirted from his cock, arcing up and then, downward. It landed on Sharon’s thigh. She felt as if she had been burned there, as though his come juice would raise a blister on her unblemished thigh flesh. She gasped as he kept gushing thick spurts of come juice. Two more splashed onto her thigh, the rest of his jism spattering the couch between them.
It seemed a long time as Bobby gasped, still clinging to his cock. Sharon wasn’t breathing normally, and I her eyes seemed riveted to her son’s prick. She felt his come juice on her thigh.
She was very close to spasms again, refused to explode. It was driving her crazy. She wanted to come, badly, and she couldn’t.
After a while longer, Bobby stood up, his cock dangling from his open pants, a silver string of jizz dangling from the head of his cock. She watched him walk toward the hallway, his cock hanging boldly out. He glanced back at his mother just before he disappeared down the hall.
Sharon sat stiffly, trembling. She stared at her thigh, seeing his come jucie glistening on her flesh, then at the small puddle of it on the cushions of the couch. The threatening orgasm seemed to keep building in the pit of her stomach, her cunt starting to contract as her clit throbbed.
She moved her finger into the puddle of cock cream on the couch, wiping through it. Then she used her palm to smear her son’s jism into her thigh flesh. It was hot and slippery.
Then, with a groan, Sharon came.
The orgasm was so powerful, it doubled her over.
CHAPTER TWO
Bobby came back into the room.
His cock was in his pants and they had been zipped up. Sharon had recovered by then, and her hand trembled as she shoved her skirt don, pulling it to her knee.
She blushed fiercely, and couldn’t look into her son’s face.
Yet, in her mind, Sharon was going wild with erotic images, thoughts.
The heat in her body had not cooled, and her cunt, despite the tremendous orgasm, continued to bubble wetly.
She was glad her son didn’t say anything. If he had mentioned what happened, Sharon felt she would shrivel up and fade away with embarrassment. Yet her very embarrassment was exciting. Being embarrassed could almost make her feel as if she had not been a willing partner.
Bobby picked up his science-fiction novel and began reading again, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Sharon couldn’t understand this attitude. She sat there so excited she could hardly keep still, intensely aroused — and her son could calmly curl up and start reading his book. Surely her excitement was being transmitted to him. Bobby seemed to have a nose for hot pussy. He seemed able to pick out a girl in crowds, and invariably he would be right, because the girl or woman would soon reveal a flash of thigh, or something. If he could detect such things, she didn’t understand why he couldn’t detect she sat there with a boiling cunt.
The thoughts in her mind startled her.
What did she want her son to do? Grab her and rape her?
Bobby wouldn’t do anything unless she gave him some indication of what she wanted, of her willingness, she knew. Sure, he might sit there and jack off, but that wasn’t the same as pulling her panties off and shoving his cock up her cunt, fucking her deliciously.
“How many times today?” she heard herself asking, her voice strange and low.
Bobby didn’t answer, but lifted his hand with two fingers up.
Twice today, she thought. He’d jacked off two times today, and he said he does it three and four times. That means…
“Are you ready to do it again, honey?” she asked, hardly recognizing her own voice.
Bobby placed his book down on the table at the end of the couch and looked at his mother.
“You wanna see me do it again, Mom?” Despite the blush on her beautiful face, Sharon nodded her head.
“You really wanna see me jack off again, Mom?” he asked excitedly. “You’re not teasing me, are you?”
“Please,” she whispered. “Can you do it again… now?”
For a reply, Bobby opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon stared hotly. His cock was soft, and still beautiful to her. She watched as her son boldly pulled, stretching his cock by holding it at the head of his fingers. Again her blue eyes became fiery with hunger, and she licked at her lips. His cock slowly grew, getting longer and harder. She gasped with excitement as he finally wrapped his fist about his prick and began to pump up and down. This time Bobby didn’t jack fast, but slowly, twisting his fist slightly.
It was the most beautiful sight Sharon had ever seen.
Bobby stared at his mother, then lowered his eyes to her knees meaningfully. Sharon knew what he wanted, but couldn’t do it. She squeezed her inner thighs hard against her swollen cunt, her eyes burning on the head of his cock. Bobby slipped his shoes off, and began to work his mother’s skirt up past her thigh with his toes. He was turned toward her in the same position as before. Sharon didn’t protest as he pulled her skirt in to her hip with his toes. She glanced down, and saw the crotch of her panties. Now he could seethe edge of his mother’s panties.
He grinned at her, a very lewd grin, his fist working on his cock. Sharon allowed her son to hold her skirt up past her hip, letting him gaze at her crotch, his fist moving. She felt as before, mesmerized by the sight of his swollen cock. Her cunt throbbed with wet heat, her clit again pressing at the nylon fabric. Her ass began to move slightly, writhing on the cushions of the couch, a soft moan bubbling from her constricted throat.
Bobby turned loose of his cock and stretched his hand toward her.
Sharon’s breath caught in her throat when he cupped her knee, pulling at it. She felt weak, unable to protest, her eyes staring at his upstanding cock. When her son pull
ed her knee from the other, she trembled, wondering if he was going to feel her up. If that was his intention, Sharon knew she would be unable to stop him. She knew she didn’t want to stop him.
But Bobby pulled at her knee, parting her legs. He leaned forward and saw the crotch of his mother’s panties. He stared at her panties a long moment, his cock jerking back and forth. Sharon blushed with embarrassment, but now with shame. Then he looked up at her face. She saw the wild heat in his young eyes, felt his hand still on her knee.
“What… what are you going to…”
“Open up, Mom,” he said in a husky voice. He pulled at her knee, and brought it to the couch. She was wide open to his young eyes, and felt as if this would make her come instantly. She had not even sat so blatantly displayed before her husband. She felt lewd and embarrassed and very, very aroused.
She was so weak, her son could position her any way he wanted. He drew her knee up, pressing it at the back of the couch, making sure the other foot remained on the floor. The wide expanse of her crotch was exposed, and the only thing concealing her cunt was that thin, stretched band of wet nylon.
Bobby gazed into his mother’s crotch. Silky cunt hair swirled outward from the stretched crotch of her panties, black like the hair on her head. He saw the soft mound as her cunt puffed against the panties, the wetness there. He started to touch it, then drew his hand back, grasping his cock instead. He squeezed his cock very hard, making groaning sounds as he gazed between his mother’s lusciously smooth thighs.
“Bobby, this is… terrible,” Sharon managed to gasp, a sob coming from her throat. “You shouldn’t see me… this way.” He didn’t reply.
He leaned back on the arm of the couch, staring into his mother’s crotch, his eyes hot, jerking on his cock. Sharon was breathless when her son fumbled with his belt, and then began to slide his pants down as if he had read her mind earlier. She watched him push his pants down to his hips, and gave a soft cry as he exposed his cock and balls to her. She felt her body tremble, and she pressed her bent knee against the back of the couch, drawing the foot on the floor backward, unable to stop herself, deliberately revealing her pantied cunt to him now.
Her eyes gazed with passion at her son’s cock and balls. She saw the small tuft of hair at the base of his cock, evidence of his youth. His balls had not a single hair, yet they were big and full looking. His cock was thick and long, with the bulbous cockhead tautly swollen.
Reclining on the arm of the couch, staring into his mother’s crotch, Bobby began to jack off once again. Sharon breathed hotly, watching him, her tits rising and falling, her cunt smoldering. A quick glance between her legs showed the slit of her cunt was outlined against those wet panties, strands of black pussy hair swirling outward.
It was too late to close her legs, to shove her skirt down, she thought.
She moved her eyes back to his fist, blushing with embarrassment, but more excited and erotically aroused than she had been in many years. There was no harm in letting her son see her panties, see how wet they were, that cunt hair sticking out. No harm at all. It excited him, and her. They had no one in the world but each other.
“You do it, too, Mom,” Bobby said.
“I… I can’t, Bobby,” she gasped.
“Come on, Mom,” he insisted. “I wanna see you do it, too!”
Sharon moved her fingers toward her crotch, but couldn’t touch herself, not with her son watching, even if he was jacking off, too. She felt the nylon of her panties on her fingertips, her hips starting to move slightly.
Bobby went to his knees, his pants stretching at his thighs, his cock and balls arching forward. Sharon stared, watching her son jacking that tight fist almost frantically now. His eyes burned on her cunt, on her panties, her smooth inner thighs. She felt her pussy swelling, her clit pressing at the fabric. She moved her fingers to the inside of her uplifted leg, and stroked slowly at the exquisitely creamy skin, almost to her crotch. She began to sob with embarrassed ecstasy as she watched him fucking his own fist, his hips jerking back and forth.
“Touch it, Mom!” he groaned. “I wanna see you touch yourself! Do it for me, Mom! You’re watching me jack off… let me see you do it, too!”
“Ohhhhh, Bobby, please!” she groaned. “I can’t… it’s so… wicked! I’m already embarrassed!”
With his free hand, Bobby shoved, his mother’s wrist down, placing her fingers on the crotch of her panties. Sharon gasped, but didn’t try to move her hand. She felt the wet heat of her panties on her fingertips. When he knew she wouldn’t move her hand, Bobby gripped his mother’s knee, his fist flying now as he watched her hand cupping her cunt.
Sharon’s eyes smoldered as she watched him jacking off, standing on his knees. His cock was almost over her crotch now, and she could smell the hot aroma of his prick and balls see him dripping from his piss hole. She couldn’t prevent the movement of her fingers, and she began to rub her pantied cunt, sliding her fingers up and down the puffy pussy slit. She sobbed hotly as she began to press and rub at her cunt, exciting her son as he knelt watching her hand. She wanted to jerk the crotch of her panties to one side, ram her fingers up her pussy and fingerfuck herself frantically, but couldn’t do it yet. She leaned on the arm of the couch and lifted her ass, making grinding motions as her fingers rubbed up and down her pussy. She gasped and sobbed with increasing ecstasy, her eyes fixed upon her son’s prick.
“Oh, Bobby, this is… this is so wicked!” she moaned.
“Yeah, Mom!” Bobby agreed breathlessly, watching her fingers moving up and down the wet crotch of her panties. “But fun, huh?”
“Yes!” she groaned. “Oh, God, Bobby!”
Sharon arched her hips upward, twisting them as she pressed hard into her cunt. She had never felt such consuming heat, such devouring ecstasy.
“Me you going to come soon?” she gasped, her excitement overriding her embarrassment. “Are you about to come, baby?”
“Soon, Mom!” he panted. “Are you [missing text].”
“I think so, Bobby!” she moaned.
“Rub hard, Mom!” he urged. “Rub your pussy real hard!”
“Oh, yes!” she squealed, the heat on her beautiful face burning, her fingers rubbing faster and harder, working the crotch of her panties.
She was exposing more cunt hair in her frantic movements, but didn’t care. She pressed her fingers into her panties, pushing them inside her cunt. A hairy cuntlip was showing now, and Bobby grunted with pleasure. Sharon pressed and rubbed harder on her tit, her hips lifted and grinding against hand.
“I’m rubbing hard, baby!” she groaned. “I’m rubbing very hard! Ohhhh, you’re so long and hard… pump it, pump it!”
Sharon had two fingers pressing her panties into her cunt now, the others rubbing at her swollen clit. Both hairy cuntlips were revealed to her son’s hot eyes, and she lifted her crotch high, as if trying to touch his cock with it. Bobby moaned in delight as he watched his mother’s cunt, jacking off in a frenzy now. Somehow Sharon’s skirt had twisted about her waist, all of her bikini panties showing. Her legs were so wide, Bobby saw not only the lips of her hairy cunt now, but the swelling cheeks of her ass below.
“I’m about to come now, Mom!” Bobby grunted, squeezing his cock hard and making the head bulge out, his piss hole wide open and dripping. “I’m just about to come now!”
“Me, too!” Sharon yelped, sliding her fingers out her cunt and smashing her knotted clit. The crotch of her panties remained inside her pussy. Bobby could see those hairy, puffy pussylips clearly with her hand out of the way.
He squeezed his cock yew hard, and grunted loudly.
Creamy hot come juice boiled from his prick, splashing down onto his mother’s exposed belly button.
Sharon screeched, her hips jerking spastically. “Oh, God!”
She came.
It was such a forceful orgasm, her shoulders lifted and she almost doubled up. Her legs remained wide open. She stared at his spurting cock, feeling the
come juice spatter her stomach, her panties, the back of her hand, then her inner thigh near her cunt. Bobby squeezed his cock as hard as he could, and the last drop of his come juice landed on one hairy lip of his mother’s cunt. Sharon cried out, her orgasms tripling with power as soon as she felt that blistering wetness on her cuntlip.
She slumped backward, her hand leaving her pussy. She breathed with hot panting sounds, her tits rising and falling inside her sweater. Her eyes continued to glow, but they were not focused. She felt her son rub the slimy head of his cock on her thigh, wiping that searing jism on her flesh.
“Ooooh, again!” she yelped, her cunt contracting with a final, explosive orgasm. “You made me come again, Bobby!”
Bobby stepped off the couch as Sharon’s vision cleared. She watched him drag his pants up and button them. She remained sprawled there, legs wide open, his cock cream glistening on her stomach, her panties, the edge of her cunt and inner thigh. Bobby stood and looked down at his mother for a long time. Sharon trembled beneath his gaze, blushing, but unable to cover herself.
She didn’t want to cover herself.
Soon, he walked off, leaving there.
Sharon remained where she was for five, or ten minutes, trying to understand why she had done this with her son. After a while she gave up, and got to her feet. Her panties were still stuffed into her cunt, and her inner thighs were slick. She felt her skirt stick to her stomach with her son’s come juice.
She entered the bathroom and undressed, letting the tub fill with hot water. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, trying to see if there was any change in her appearance. She had searched herself for any, change after being fucked that first time, and as then, she saw no change now.
Sinking into the water, she tried to remember when the last time was she had fingered her clit. It had was so long ago. She leaned back on the rim of the tub, looking at the way her tits strained up, tight and firm. She ran her hands down her body and through the lush hair of her cunt. Her hips jerked as she touched her pussy and realized her cunt was still very sensitive. The orgasms had been delicious, especially the last one when her son shot his come juice on the lips of her pussy.
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