"The family gets it on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rick left on a sales trip and Rona missed him. She fidgeted around the house for several days and tried to make Bob take her away for a weekend. He wouldn't leave the house for some reason and insisted on taking Jodie with him wherever he went.

Bob and Jodie spent so much time together that Rona found herself looking to her son for company. It had been weeks since she'd set up a scene for him to spy on. Somehow she couldn't work up enthusiasm for teasing him. She wanted more than his eyes on her as she jerked off. She wanted the boy in bed with her. She could no longer deny it.

One day the Black family sat at the breakfast table and Bob and Jodie talked about the art exhibit they were going to that day. Rona noticed Jamie looking sad and she filled his cereal bowl with his favorite fruit and squeezed his hand.

She tried to tell him with her eyes that they would spend the day together, but the boy averted her gaze. Rona cleared her throat and tried to get Bob's attention, but he was too involved with Jodie to notice.

She busied herself around the kitchen, scrambling eggs and making toast and when everyone had been served she poured herself some coffee and sat down next to her son.

"How come you're only having coffee, Mom?" he said.

Bob took that opportunity to look up. "She's got to watch her figure at her age."

Rona's lips tightened as she sipped her black coffee. There was a moment of silence during which Jamie noticed the hurt expression on his mother's face.

"Mom's got a great bod," he said, stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Yes, Daddy," Jodie said quickly. "I just hope I look as good as mom when I'm her age." Bob burst out laughing and even Jamie stifled a snicker. The teenager clapped her hand over her mouth. "I didn't mean it that way," she wailed. "Honest, Mom. I didn't."

"Sure you did," Bob snickered. "For an old broad she doesn't look too bad." He reached over and smacked Rona lightly on the cheek.

"Thanks a lot, you two," Rona said. "I'd like to remind you, husband of mine, that you're older than I am."

"Yeah, but it's different for men," he said.

"Only if you think so," she said tightly. She knew he was teasing her. Why then was she becoming angry?

She stared down at her coffee cup and Bob pushed his plate back. He glanced at his watch and then at his daughter. "We'll argue another time," he said. "What do you say we go, honey?"

Jodie nodded vigorously and wiped her lips daintily with a napkin. "May I please be excused, Mom?"

Rona stared at them for a moment, first at her husbad and then at her nubile daughter. "No, not yet."

Jodie had been half out of her chair and her smile froze on her face as she sat down again. "You're not mad at me because of what dad said, are you?" she said.

Bob groaned and pushed his chair back. "Hey, Rona, don't be so damn sensitive."

"Don't tell me what to do," Rona said. She kept her hands in her lap and twisted her wedding ring nervously.

"You're really mad," Bob said, leaning over and extending his hand to her.

She ignored him. "Make sure you are home in time to do your homework," she said to her daughter.

"Don't have any," Jodie said. "Besides, Jamie and I are gonna study together later."

"Can she go now?" Bob said.

There was a moment of absolute silence during which time Rona was formulating a plan. Two can play at this, she thought. He's got the girl and I'll take the boy. Fair is fair and if he and Jodie are having an incestuous relationship there's nothing I can do to stop it now. Why not enjoy myself too? I've denied myself long enough.

She pushed from her conscious mind the fact that she'd been having an illicit affair with her brother-in-law. Somehow that didn't seem to matter now. What mattered was that she was going to have her teenage son all to herself today. In her own house and her own bedroom and her own bed.

She glanced up through her long lashes and smiled at her husband. "You're both excused," she said, reaching over and taking Jamie's hand in hers under the table.

Jamie shot her a surprised look when she squeezed his hand briefly and rested her hand on his thigh. His face turning red, he looked down at his plate as Rona smiled sweetly.

"Maybe Jamie and I will think of something interesting to do too, as long as we're not invited to the art exhibit," Rona said.

"You don't want to go," Bob said impatiently. "You're not interested in modern art."

"Neither are you," Rena snapped back. She gazed at her daughter. The teenager was tying the arms of a cardigan sweater around her neck.

"It'll really help with my art classes," Jodie said. The girl had a talent for drawing which her parents were trying to nurture.

"Well, go on," Rona said, moving her hand along her son's thigh until she felt the stirring in his fly.

Jamie's nostrils flared. "I'll keep you company, Mom," he said softly.

She lifted her now cold coffee and gazed at him over the rim of the cup. She took a deep breath and took a sip. "That'll be nice, Son," she said. "Your old mother feels a little blue today."

Jamie grinned nervously. "Hey, don't you start that," he said.

Bob pushed his chair back and picked up his plate. He put it in the sink and bent down to kiss Rona goodbye. "Don't be so damn sensitive," he said. "No one's sixteen forever."

"Thanks for reminding me," Rona said dryly.

"Well, bye Mom," Jodie said. She wore short shorts and a tight tee-shirt. Her hair was fixed in a ponytail and she looked utterly adorable and knew it. She felt guilty about spending so much time alone with her father. She tried to sound like everything was normal, but there was a feeling in the air that they all silently acknowledged.

When Bob and the teenager were gone, Rona rose from the table and cleared the dishes. Her fingers shook as she rinsed the plates. Jamie rose up and helped her, but mother and son didn't speak for a while and the silence hung in the air.

He sat down when the table was clear and Rona stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. Then she too sat down and once again rested her hand on his thigh.

"Do you sense something going on between us?" she said, her voice quavering.

"Yeah, I think so."

She stroked his thigh and her fingers grazed the bulge between his legs. "I know you watch me sometimes," she said in a soft voice.

He sucked in his breath. "Oh, Christ!"

"Don't be upset, Son," she said.

Her lips were parched. She moistened them slowly and started again. "I like when you watch me."

The boy said nothing and she took his hand and squeezed it. She brought it up to her tits and held it there a moment. It was an intimate gesture rather than a sexual one, but it quickly turned sexual.

"Jesus, Mom!" Jamie hissed.

"Your father and I have been married a long time," she said.

The boy's lower lip quivered. "You're not getting divorced, are you?"

Rona smiled. "Oh, no, darling," she said.

"It's just that sometimes when people are married a long time they get bored with each other."

He took a deep breath and knotted his brow. "I'd hate it if you and dad split up."

"That won't happen, darling," Rona said, taking the boy's hand and kissing his palm. He flinched, but didn't pull away. "Your father and I still love each other and we love you and Jodie more than you'll ever know. Sometimes your father's insensitive though." His hand rested on her lap now and she felt the heat of his fingers on her cunt. "But I shouldn't burden you with my troubles." She sighed.

She dropped the boy's hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. She stood over him and touched the nape of his neck. Jamie gazed up and a tiny smile creased his face.

"How long did you know I was watching?" he said.

She leaned over and breathed hotly in his ear. "Come with me, darling, and I'll tell you when I first saw you watching me."

The boy's face a study in confusion, he rose up and let his mother lead him out of the room. Rona's breathing was shallow as she led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. She could have taken him anywhere, but she deliberately chose the room she shared with Bob.

Once there she closed the door and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding wildly as she gazed hotly at her teenage son. "Did you ever jerk off when you watched me masturbate?" she said in a sultry voice.

"Sure, all the time." He stood next to her dressing table.

"Even when you were little?"

He grinned shyly. "Yeah, even then. I thought you were the sexiest lady in the world."

"And now?"

"Well…"

"Darling," she giggled, crossing the room and reaching his side.

"Now I think you're sexier than ever, Mom," he croaked.

She began unbuttoning his shin, moving her fingers slowly and deliberately and kissing the corner of his mouth. When his shin was open, she slipped her hands inside and touched his muscular chest and tiny nipples.

"Come to mother," she whispered, pulling his shin out of his jeans.

"Jesus, Mom, I want to!"

"I know you do, Son, and so do I."

He struggled to open his belt buckle. She giggled when he flushed and helped him undress. When his jeans and shorts were off, when he was totally naked, she remained dressed and gazed with quiet approval at his sexual equipment.

"Oh, darling!" she said, throwing herself against him and kissing him.

He held her tentatively and she bent down and weighed his balls in her hands. She balanced them from one to the other, testing their heft and letting her warm breath bathe his prick.

His cock strained, half-hard and half-soft. Half-boy and half-man. She brought her lips to within an inch of his cock-bush and then she straightened up and began stripping.

As she took each article of clothing off, she told him how handsome he was and how she craved him and how turned-on she became when he watched her jerk off. As she spoke and when she was almost naked, she watched the way he stared at her emerging tits and she knew that what she was doing was right for them.

He gaped open-mouthed when she pulled her panties down and almost shyly exposed her thick black cunt-muff. She knew her body was ripe and full the way only a woman's body can be. It was true she no longer had the firm body of a teenager. But what she had was much better. She had the body of a woman who known love and sex. She had the body of a ripe sexual being who had given pleasure and taken it many many times.

She stood before him, her arms at her sides, offering herself to him. At that moment she didn't look like the mother of teenage children. She looked like the epitome of woman with her full mature tits and her constantly open cuntflaps.

She was self conscious about the fact that her cuntfolds stuck out of her slit. As a young girl her little slit had hidden her womanhood. No longer. Now the raw sexuality of her showed. There was no hiding it. And from the look in Jamie's eyes, he appreciated her ripeness.

Rona stifled a smile. Jamie's cock twitched with excitement as he stared at her body. His eyes raked over her tits and pussy and when she moved slightly he examined her ass. It occurred to her that in all the times he'd seen her naked and watched her jerk aft he was never able to see her body well.

Now's the time, she thought, taking a deep breath and watching her boobs flop forward on her chest. Now she extended her hand. "Come, darling, let's begin," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and patting the heavy velvet bedspread next to her. "Sit down and let's make wonderful love, Jamie." She took him into her arms and they kissed for a long time.

She stroked his thighs and let her fingers trail lightly over his up thrust cock. "Mother will show you how to make love to a woman," she said. "A woman likes to be made love to slowly. I'll tell you what drives a woman crazy and what teases her. Oh, we'll do everything! We'll touch each other all over and feel so good!"

She took his hands and moved them to her boobs. He cupped them with his fingers and rubbed his palms back and forth over her nipples.

"Feel how stiff my nipples are getting?" she said. The boy nodded. "That's because of the way you're touching me," she said. "Oooooh, it feels so good when you touch me that way."

She leaned back on the bed and watched him fondle her tits. Her hands didn't remain idle for long. She let one slide over and touch the length of his dick and when he continued fondling her boobs she put more pressure on his shaft.

"Touch and tease," she whispered, her finger fluttering up and down his fuckpole. "Touch and tease a tit and a cunt and touch and tease a cock, darling."

His finger dug more forcefully into the pliant flesh of her jugs. "Am I doing it right?" he said.

"Perfect," she said, jerking his cock-skin slowly up and down his pole from the root to the tip.

When she reached the base of his dick, she squeezed it slightly. On the upstroke she pulled his cock-skin partway over his cockhead. He stared at his boner as he fondled her tits, seemingly fascinated by the way she teased it.

"I think I'm gonna come," he said, biting his lip and releasing her boobs.

"Can you get hard again?" she said.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then come on mother's hand," she said, guiding him onto his back and straddling his thighs.

She pumped his prick, licking her lips with excitement and unaware that her long dark hair was flopping over his thighs. After a few more strokes he came and she directed the flow of his spunk over her tits.

Each jet hit another area of her boobs. One of them hit her cleavage and slowly inched down to her belly. She waited until he was through trembling and she sat back on her haunches and massaged the jism into her knockers.

"See how mother is using your cream?" she said. The boy opened his eyes and watched her as she rubbed the whitish gluey liquid into her jugs.

"Jesus, Mom, you're something," he said.

"This is nothing," she said. She leaned over and kissed him, snaking her tongue over his lips and plunging it in to his mouth. "I've got a lot more to show you."

Deliberately moving sensuously, she pushed two pillows behind her back and sat leaning against the headboard with her legs spread wide. Her feet were planted on the mattress and her pussy-folds peaked out, obscene in their lushness.

"Now, I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a woman," she said, prying her purplish-brown cunt folds open to reveal the shocking pink interior of her gash.

She pointed to her clit and knew from his expression he had never seen a love-button so close up. "You know what this is, don't you?" she said.

She ran her fingertip up and down the slimecoated folds of her pussy and the boy sniffed and nodded his head. She reached for his hand and sensed his reluctance.

"You've gone down on your girlfriends haven't you?" she said.

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, but I never saw a pussy like yours," he blurted out.

"I take that as a compliment," she said, taking his hand and forcing him to touch her. "Look at me, Son," she said and the boy met her gaze with anxious eyes.

"I never saw anything like it," he repeated dumbly as he touched her torrid pussy-folds.

"Touch me here and here and here," she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. It would be good. She could tell by the way he was touching her. Of course he was nervous, but the way he dipped his finger right into her honey-pot told her the boy would be a good cocksman.

"My fingers you," he said with a proud grin.

She wiggled her ass. "You bet it is," she said. "I can feel it all the way inside me." She tilted her ass up and forced more of his finger into her slit. "Now when you move it in and out make sure you touch my clit. Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, darling, finger-fuck me! Finger-fuck me!"

He thrust his finger in and out of her gulch and the horny mother threw her head back and fondled her tits. Jamie gazed at her wide-eyed. It was a dream came true for the teenager. He prayed his cock would get up again. When he was this excited, he had trouble controlling himself. Damn! he thought as he fingered his mother's pussy. God damn, please, God, let it get up again!

"Slower, Jamie," she whispered. "Touch and tease, remember? Not too hard. There's no feeling when you do it too hard. Just go slow and easy and remember, a woman's not like a man. She needs more time and special attention."

She glanced down at his hand. The sight of her son's hand caressing her pussy made her weak with excitement. How many times had she masturbated while Jamie watched? How many times had she jerked off to the rhythm of Jamie's heavy breathing?

She trembled slightly and moved her hips forward to meet his thrusting fingers. "Suck it baby," she said, biting down on her lower lip and grimacing. "Suck mother's cunt."

He plopped down on his belly and she laced a finger through his hair as he inched closer to her snatch. How she wanted his tongue on her scalding pussy-flesh. She held her thighs wide apart and watched his lips approach her gash. Her breathing remained shallow as her excitement increased.

Still, she wouldn't let him bring her off. "A woman likes to wait until her orgasm is so overpowering it just bursts out," she said. "You lay down, darling, and let mother make you hard again."

His face shiny and wet with her pussy-juice, she eased him onto his back and lowered her face to his still-soft prick. She easily took the whole thing into her mouth and wet it down with her saliva. She moved her lips from the flared rim under his knob to the base and pressed her nose lovingly into his cock-bush.

She whispered endearments to him as she licked and he groaned as his cock twitched and stirred in her eager mouth. Either God answered the teenage boy's prayers or Rona had a very talented mouth. Within ten minutes his dick was completely stiff again and Jamie grinned proudly.

"I knew you'd be able to do it," Rona smiled, hugging his cock to her tits. "Oh, baby, we'll fuck now. Oh, yes, your cock is just right for fucking. Nice and hard and your balls are full of cream." She licked all over his prick and balls and held his cock against her cheek. It felt warm and silky and she wasn't able to resist taking it back into her mouth.

The boy couldn't believe his mother was actually sucking his prick. He couldn't believe she was in bed with him, naked, and they were about to fuck. He pinched himself, but he didn't awaken. It wasn't a dream at all. It was a wonderful fantasy come true.

"I just can't stop sucking you," she said, sliding her lips halfway down his cockshaft.

She squeezed a drop of fluid out of his pisser and licked it off. She repeated that a few times and then squeezed down on his cock-root. The boy groaned and reached for her tits. He clutched them in his hands and she held his dick in her fist while she moved up and let him suck briefly on her boobs.

And then Rona somehow lost control. Jamie pushed her onto her back, spread her legs wide and thrust his dick all the way into her cunthole. She was not only surprised, she was pleased by his aggressiveness.

"Yes, darling, yes!" she sighed.

He surged into her and she took him and milked his cock with her strong cunt-muscles. She raked her fingernails over his back and he slammed into her again and again with a force that took her breath away.

"Coming!" he gasped, his dick pounding her in a frenzy and his jism shooting hotly in to her slit. "Coming, Mom!"

"Me too, darling!" Rona cried. "Me too!"