Tony was at the pool edge again, looking at her. Jackie had arranged her towel so that her feet were near the water. Tony gazed directly between his mother’s legs.
There were not many people in the pool now, only five or six. He rested his chin on his arms, gazing intently at his mother’s crotch. He could see soft, curling pussyhair sticking out of the tight band that barely covered her cunt. The cheeks of her ass looked beautiful to him. He tickled the bottom of his mother’s foot. Jackie jerked it off to one side.
“Now that’s nice,” Tony said as the expanse of her crotch flashed briefly.
“Stop it, honey. I was almost dozing off.” Tony ignored her and pulled her foot to his face, licking her sole.
Jackie giggled.
He ran his tongue from her heel to her toes, then sucked on them. Jackie watched him through her dark glasses, smiling.
“You know what I’d like to do right now?” Jackie asked softly, although there was no one close enough to hear.
“Sure, suck my cock off.”
“Well, that, too! But I was thinking of something else.”
He nibbled her big toe.
“Want to see me piss in my bikini?” Jackie asked.
Tony’s eyes lit up as he pulled her big toe into his mouth. He nodded his head.
“Then watch me,” she said, spreading her legs a bit wider.
She glanced around to make sure no one else was paying attention, then started pissing. At first the crotch of her bikini became wet, then it flowed from the sides onto her towel. She giggled wickedly.
“Can you see me?”
Tony, sucking her toe, nodded his head. He watched the piss spray from the tight band, making her thighs glisten. Soon, a pool of piss was beneath her ass, the bottom of her tiny bikini soaked.
“That’s all,” she said. “There’s no more left — I’m finished.”
Tony pulled his lips off her toe, climbing from the pool. He stood above her, then swung his leg over so he was standing over her. Jackie gazed into her son’s crotch, watching the water drip from him.
“What are you gonna do?”
“You’re not the only one that can piss in your swimsuit Mom!”
“Tony!” Jackie gasped. “Not on me!”
“Why not?”
Jackie saw piss running from the crotch of his trunks. Tony adjusted his stance, and she felt it drip onto the front of her bikini bottom.
“Tony…” Jackie moaned softly, lifting her hips, opening her legs a little more.
Excitement flared in her and she looked around swiftly. No one was looking at them. She sat up quickly, and before Tony knew what she was going to do, Jackie opened her mouth and pressed it over his crotch.
Tony was still pissing, and Jackie began to lick at his crotch, tasting hot piss, her cunt vibrating with an orgasm.
THE END
DN-496 SHOW ME MORE, MOM!
FOREWORD
It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” The statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today’s world.
The majority of today’s men and women live in boring circumstances, and when the opportunity for change arises, they are often quick to seize the chance. For the characters in this story, the opportunity is one which many would consider perverse and deranged for it is one of incest. But it provides a release and a need. All morals and scruples are cast aside in a moment of madness a chance to grab pleasure before it is taken away.
SHOW ME MORE, MOM! a novel about the quiet desperation in so many of us and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Hearing the shower running brought back the old memories Wendy still enjoyed thinking about.
It reminded her of cock… a big, beautiful, hard cock.
Her father’s cock.
The first time she had seen her father’s cock, she had been inside the shower, the curtains drawn. Exactly why her father had come into the bathroom knowing she was there, Wendy didn’t know. He had never given any indication he desired her, wanted her sweet, nubile body.
Wendy, in those days, had a body that turned heads. Even now, in her mid-thirties, heads turned as she walked, admiring the subtle sway of her rounded, compact ass and long legs. Those same heads watched her approach, some leering at the thrust and shape of her firm, wide spaced tits. She had enjoyed the eyes then, and she enjoyed them now.
Tall, honey-blonde, blue-eyed, with flesh like satin, Wendy had an inner glow that showed the world she was proud of her beauty, but not vain. She knew men lusted after her, and even sonic women. She didn’t mind; she enjoyed it. Although she had never been promiscuous, she was very selective in her sexual partners. In this day and age when bed was the nearest place for a first-time date, Wendy was still somewhat of an oddity. Many women her age had a different lover each year, but Wendy had not.
It was not because she had no interest in sex; she had a very deep, very powerful, interest in sex. She was a hot-blooded woman, a very hot blooded woman. Her cunt bubbled often, drenching her panties to the point where she had to change them two or three times a day.
Her last lover had also been her husband. He was the only man she had fucked for years, and had been thoroughly satisfied with him. But she no longer had him. It had been one of those silly, stupid mistakes on a rainy night on a lonely, slick road, and she was an instant widow. A widow with a young boy to raise, a son that looked so much like his father, it was unbelievable.
When her father entered the bathroom as she showered those many years ago, Wendy discovered what that fire inside her body meant. It had been there for some time tormenting her, but she had no idea what to do about it, didn’t have an idea what it meant.
Until her father came into the bathroom.
Through the hiss of the shower, she had heard his pin tinkling into the toilet, and immediately became excited. The fire between her young legs increased immediately, and her young pussy pulsated like it never had before. Wendy had touched and caressed her hairless little pussy often, finding the feel of her fingers on it very delicious. She suspected there was a great deal more to her cunt than what her fingers created for it. As she listened to her father pissing, her little pussy turned very hot and wet. She stood in the shower stall trembling, eyes closed, listening as her cunt streamed and throbbed. Her almost nonexistent tits felt painfully swollen, her small nipples stiff as iron.
Before she understood what she was doing, or even the consequences of her actions, Wendy had yanked the shower curtain aside, and stared at her father’s cock. He had been holding it at the base with a finger and thumb, and the golden piss spewed from the tip in a hot stream. Her eyes blazed, transfixed on her father’s cock. With a low moan, she had parted her lithe legs and begun to rub her cunt with both hand, her eyes burning on his prick. Her father turned to watch her, saying nothing, still pissing. Wendy had parted the succulent lips of her smooth, hairless cunt and exposed her straining cunt, agitating it almost painfully with the tip of her middle finger, her other hand peeling the sugary lips open.
She slipped a finger into her pussy and stabbed it in and out, her hips pushed forward wantonly, and fingerfucked herself as she gazed at her father’s thick cock. Her father had stood there, watching her, and then his cock grew, swelled, became longer and thicker until it looked to Wendy like a very thick, very long, sausage. A sausage with a rounded head on it, a small slit that glistened. She was fascinated by his cock, by the way it swelled and turned so had before her eyes.
“Daddy…” she had whispered in a soft, low voice, making wet sounds with her finger moving in and out of her cunt. Her flesh was flushed to a rosy glow, and she breathed hard.
“Daddy…”
She had said nothing else, only that one word. Her father had not spoken at all. He simply watched her fingerfucking her sug
ary young cunt while his cock lifted and swayed in hardness.
Wendy experienced her very first orgasm.
It came swiftly, without warning.
Her finger was buried inside her cunt, and the spasms made her naked little body tremble violently. Her eyes turned glassy, but never once moved away from his cock as she came, her cunt squeezing and sucking at her inserted finger, her clit throbbing against the fingers of her other hand. Her knees bent and turned weak, but she managed to stay upright.
As the convulsion faded, she kept on stabbing her finger into her cunt, delighted with the sensation she had just experienced, wanting to make it happen again. Her finger increased speed, and her hips jerked back and forth as the shower rained onto her small back.
Then her father closed his fist about his cock and began to stroke it, making the smooth head bulge even more. Wendy saw juices seeping from the small slit on the head, and watched his fist pound back and forth as she stood there, fingerfucking herself.
Her father had pushed his cock close to her small body, and Wendy seemed to move toward it at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat when her father touched the wet head of his cock against her stomach, the juices like liquid fire on her flesh. She had moaned softly when her father rubbed his cock about her trembling stomach, making it slippery. Her finger in her cunt worked faster and deeper. She had lifted her eyes once or twice to look into her father’s face, and his expression of pleasure made her feel so good. She was making her father happy, and he was making her happy.
She felt that tingling sensation between her thighs again, and her flying finger seemed to burn the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She stared down at her father’s cock, watching in awe as he jacked off. He had pulled his cock back a ways, about six inches, and his fist seemed to fly back and forth on it, covering the head, then, smashing at his open fly, jerking outward again. Wendy’s little ass bunched tightly as she rammed a second finger into her cunt, thrusting wilder and wilder.
Then her father came.
The explosion of hot juice came out of the small slit of his cock so fast, Wendy didn’t see it at first. But she felt it. The hot spurt splattered her stomach, just above her belly button. By the time she realized what had happened, her father had come all over her stomach, the creamy juices running down her flesh in steamy rivers to her thighs, even on her hands between her legs. She stared as her father finished coming, squeezing his cock and pulling toward the head. When a bubble of juice formed on it, he rubbed it across Wendy’s stomach, and then, with a soft cry of ecstasy, Wendy’s cunt grabbed at her buried fingers, and she came again, her second orgasm.
This one was more powerful, more explosive, then the first. Her knees bent and she almost fell. Her small ass jerked as she came, and her eyes remained wide open on her father’s softening cock. That was all she saw as she came in throbbing wave after wave.
Without a word, her father had watched her come, and as she finally slumped against the slippery wall of the shower, gasping for breath, he had cleaned his cock and stuffed it into his pants, then zipped them. He left her without saying a single word all that time.
Leaning back on the couch, Wendy listened to the shower, imagining her son there, naked, beautiful, soapy with lather. Tony was such a handsome young boy, tall like his father, with dark hair and flashing brown eyes. He was strong, and played football in school. He was a good student, but she had to make him study at times.
She rested a hand on her tit, gently massaging it. She had taken a long bath earlier, and she was naked under her robe. Closing her eyes, she tried to see her son in the shower, to see his young, hard ass, his cock and balls. She could only fantasize about them; she had not seen her son naked for many, many years. Sliding her hand into her robe, she fingered a stiff nipple, making it tingle deliciously. With a soft moan, she slipped her other hand into the folds of her robe, sliding her fingers through the soft blonde hair of her cunt. She toyed with the silky curls, pulling at them gently, feeling the lips of her cunt and clit respond.
She wondered if Tony had ever touched a girl, played with a juicy slit, rubbed a knotted clit. She wondered if he enjoyed the feel of a hot, soft pussy with juices seeping from it. She wondered if he had special girl at school, a girl that let him feel her body, play with it, maybe even fuck her. She didn’t believe her son had ever fucked a girl, but perhaps he had felt one. There were always pretty girls hanging around the football players, squealing and laughing and flirting. If a boy was as good on the football field as her son was, he had no problem getting an eager girl behind the bleachers or some other private place.
Wendy didn’t feel any jealousy about her son playing with a willing girl. She felt more excited by the possibility than anything else. The very idea that her son was getting his cock up some tight, young cunt excited her very much.
She parted her robe and looked down at her body. Her legs were still very long, still very creamy and satiny smooth. The blonde hair on her pussy was a bit darker than her head, forming a lovely triangle, thick toward the center, thinner as it spread toward her hips. Her stomach was just as flat as it had been years ago, her waist narrow. She had a deeply dimpled belly button, a belly button that had been filled with comejuice often by her father after the first incident.
She gazed down her body remembering once more how her father had always come into the bathroom when she was there, never saying a word, but taking his cock out and jacking off before her, while she fingerfucked herself with vigorous strokes. She always came at least twice, often three times, to her father’s single discharge.
The second time he had come to her was the following night. Wendy had made sure her father knew where she was going by giving him a hot glance, then a slight twist of her little ass. When he came to her, she was naked and standing in the stall, the curtains open, waiting breathlessly. Her father had entered, closing the door, and looked at her beautiful young nakedness, opening his pants. He had pulled out his cock, and while Wendy stared at its swelling cock, he lowered his pants to his ankles. His heavy, hairy balls fascinated her. She longed to feel them, to cuddle them and squeeze. But she never touched his balls or his cock, not in those first days.
She had opened her legs wantonly and played with her pussy while he stood before her, watching, jacking off as he had the night before. He pushed the wet slit of his cock to her belly button, and worked his fist back and forth. Wendy could see her father’s balls swing back and forth as he jerked his cock, and now and then they would brush the bact of her hand as she rammed her fingers into her cunt. Wendy experience two very strong orgasms that night before her father came, holding the slit of his cock into her belly button. The creamy liquids of his cock spurted into her belly button, coming until her stomach was drenched by come juice, and it ran to her pussy. Wendy had peeled the lips of her smooth cunt open as much as possible, feeling her father’s comejuice run over her hard, throbbing clit and hand.
She began to moan softly now as she stretched on the couch, spreading her legs a little to run her palm up and down the slit of her hairy cunt, her mind remembering all those exciting times with her father.
Later, he had taken her small hand and placed it around his cock and held her wrist, mow big her fist back and forth. The hard heat of her father’s cock burned her palm, and she came without touching her cunt that time. And again her father had come over her small stomach. When it was over, he kissed the top of her head and pulled his pants up, leaving her without a word.
During those little games they played, her father had watched her grow, saw the first silky hairs sprout on her sugary cunt, watched her little titties swell into mouthwatering shapes, with luscious pink nipples. He had watched her fine ass take form that would give a hard-on to many men later on in her life. He had watched Wendy grow from a gangling little girl to a cock stiffening teenager. And never did he fuck her.
He jacked off on her stomach, filling her belly button, more often letting Wendy jack him off. And he never tou
ched her body, not her tits, not her legs, not her ass, not her cunt. Even after Wendy began to date, to take a boy’s cock into her cunt in the back seat of a car, her father never fucked her, never touched her, but let her jack him off three and four times a week, something Wendy was more than happy to do for him.
But if her father was satisfied with that, Wendy was not.
She wanted to fuck him, to feel her father’s cock inside her cunt, moving in and out. She wanted her father to grab her hot little ass and ram his thick, long cock up her cunt and fuck her silly. She never told him, and he never attempted it. They jacked off in near silence, with the only words coming from Wendy. “Daddy…” Nothing else.
When she finished high school, she was still jacking her father off, always while she was in the shower. But by then, she had enjoyed the attentions of two steady boyfriends, boys who would thrill her and excite her in the back seat of a car, fucking her to orgasm after orgasm. But all the time they were between her long legs, pounding frantically into her eager teenaged cunt, to Wendy it was her father… her father’s cock that created that terrific feeling, her father’s cock that squirted and flooded her hungry cunt with hot juices, her father’s balls that bounced off her twisting, churning little teenaged ass. It was always her father’s hands that removed her panda, lifted her dress. It was always her father’s mouth that sucked and licked and pulled at her tingling tits.
Then when she married, her fantasies turned toward her husband. She no longer fantasized about her father until her husband had introduced her to cocksucking. The first time her husband pushed his cock into her mouth, Wendy had not protested; she accepted it just as eagerly as she had accepted jacking off with her father. However, it did make her start to fantasize about her father again, imagining it was his cock she was sucking, and that it was his comejuice that sprayed her throat. The fantasy of sucking on her father’s cock worked just as well as it had when she imagined his cock fucking her cunt. She had come hard and long as her husband flooded her mouth, her throat working to swallow the hot, burning juices.
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