"Mom_s hot lesson" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jeff)

CHAPTER THREE

The afternoon went slowly. Pete left the house after lunch and didn't return for hours. He had been silent most of the morning and Doris had been a little concerned about it. She finally decided that it was just the newness and maybe even the slight shock of discovering that his mother enjoyed sex.

As she moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner, she began to wonder where Pete was. He stayed out of the house, most of the time but she thought he had been gone longer than normal. Just as she was on the brink of worry, the back door opened and he came in.

"Hi!" she called from the sink.

"Hi. Dinner ready?"

"Almost. I wasn't sure that you were going to make it in time."

"Sorry, Mom. I got involved in talking to Mark and didn't notice the time."

"That's all right. Go wash up and I'll put it on the table."

She smiled at him. He seemed in better spirits than he had that morning. She wondered what the talk with Mark had been about.

Doris cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and then entered the living room. Pete was sprawled on the carpet, watching television.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said.

"Okay," he mumbled, engrossed in the program.

She shed her clothes and stood on the cool tile, looking down at her body. Her stomach quivered with anticipation as she went over her plan in her mind.

She stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away a little of her nervousness.

Drying, she went into her bedroom and selected her sexiest nightgown. A sheer, black shorty with a plunging neckline. She slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror. It barely came below her pussy. Her dark triangle of hair was a distinct shadow behind the transparent material. Her nipples looked like black discs behind it. She combed her hair and touched up her face and dabbed a touch of perfume behind her ears and between her tits.

She stepped into the hall and paused. Her chest heaved as she inhaled deeply and then entered the living room. Pete looked up at her as she crossed the room and settled into a chair. His eyes widened and his lips parted. She knew that he could see the slit of her pussy as she walked. She crossed her legs, as she sat down and looked down at him.

"Is the program good?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Uh… uh, yeah or I mean no," he stammered. His eyes were glued to her body. She could almost feel them as they flicked over her. Her pussy pulsed and dampened between her thighs.

"Why don't you come up here and cuddle up with me and we'll watch it together or talk or whatever you want to do?" she suggested.

He looked at her for a long moment. She could almost see his mind working. She uncrossed her legs casually and watched his reaction. He glanced at her almost visible pussy and inhaled sharply.

"Come on up here," she said, sliding over in the large chair and patting the cushion.

He rose slowly and slipped into the snug opening. Doris felt the rough cloth of his cut-offs against the soft flesh of her thigh. She looped her arm around his shoulders and hugged him to her, his arm pressing into her breast.

"You seem in better spirits than you were this morning. You don't feel bad about what we did, do you?" she asked.

"No. I did at first but then I thought about it for awhile and I knew that you did it out of love and concern and that I loved you and it seemed different," he replied.

"You didn't talk to Mark about it did you?"

"Of course not!" he replied sharply. "We did talk about sex but only in a general way. No one specific."

"I was sure that you wouldn't, but you seemed so changed that I was curious what had brought it about." She pulled him closer and kissed his forehead.

"Mark said that he had done it once. He was telling me what it was like and it didn't sound any better than what you did this morning," Pete said. He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes looking down at her nipples. He placed his hand on her leg.

Doris felt the juices begin to flow inside her and the heat stirred between her legs. She looked down at his hand and tried to think what if would feel like sliding up between her thighs and touching her slippery pussy. The heat became a fire. Her clit throbbed.

"Oh, it can be better," she replied, her voice thick with passion.

"I don't see how," he said, his hand stroking her leg. His slim fingers moved in small circles over the soft skin. Her cunt spasmed with each move of the boy's fingers.

"I guess I should have said good in a different way. Some things in sex might be better than others but not that I can tell."

"You were doing yourself while you did me, weren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. Words were becoming difficult.

"Did it feel good?"

"Does it feel good when you jerk off?" she asked.

"Is that what you call it? Yeah, it feels good. How did you know that I jerked off?"

"I peeked."

"You saw me?" His eyes widened.

"Uh-huh. The other night when you were looking at that magazine."

"OW." He thought for a moment and then dropped his head back to her shoulder. His hand stroked her thigh again.

Doris was finding it harder and harder to restrain from grabbing his hand and plunging it into her pussy. Her cunt burned and her clit throbbed and itched almost unbearably.

"Mom?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Can I do you? Like you did me."

Heat shot through her and she felt her body tremble.

"You mean bring me off with your hand?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"Do you want to?" she asked. Her pussy screamed at her for release and she held her breath waiting for his answer.

"Uh-huh." His hand had stopped and now was moving slowly up her leg. "You'll have to tell me how to do it."

A soft, deep groan slipped from her throat and her legs opened. The nightgown partially concealed her pussy. She pulled it up with her free hand. The dark curly hair came into his sight and he gasped. "Rub my legs like that," she instructed, "and move up closer to my… pussy with each stroke." The word had almost caught in her throat. He didn't react to it. She could feel his breath getting warmer as it caressed her tits through the sheer cloth.

His hand crept closer to her hairy slit. As it edged nearer and nearer, she opened her thighs. She was sure that he could see the wet, dark pink flesh of her pussy. His fingers were only an inch away and then he touched the fleshy lips. Doris gasped sharply and her thighs spread.

She dropped her hand down to his and guided his finger into the hot slippery hole. He plunged it into her to the knuckle, the fingertip stroking the soft walls of her cunt. Her hips jerked up to meet the thrusts and she held his hand against her burning crotch.

"Oh, yes! Right there!" she rasped.

His finger plunged in and out of her seething cunt, making little wet sounds as it moved. Her love tunnel clutched at his finger, squeezing and releasing.

"Does it feel good?" the boy whispered.

"Oh, yes!"

She pushed another finger into the hole and let her hand slid off his and up over her belly. She pushed the gown up with her hand as she moved it to her nipple. The erect brown knob slipped between her fingers and she rolled it and pinched it. The boy finger-fucked her cunt with the two fingers and watched her fingers on her nipple. His hot breath played over the bare mound of flesh, brushed her hand. Her hips were jerking up and down, meeting each thrust of his hand.

"Oh, it feels so good!" she groaned hoarsely.

Her hand at his head pulled it gently to her nipple. For a bewildered moment he hesitated, not quite sure what he was supposed to do.

"Put your mouth on it! Suck it!" she begged.

Doris felt the hot breath searing her throbbing nipple and then the wet mouth circled it. She gritted her teeth against the intense pleasure and pulled his head closer to her large tit. His mouth sucked clumsily at the brown flesh.

"Your tongue! Use your tongue!" she cried.

The firm point of his tongue flicked across the rigid nipple and she jerked with the contact. He licked and sucked the nipple, her lust flowing from her and into him through her nipple and her molten cunt.

Her cunt was a boiling, convulsing pit around the boy's thrusting finger. Her mind was lost in the heat of her lust and the sensations that he was stirring in her. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her body. It would be only seconds before her orgasm overwhelmed her.

"UH! UH! UH!" she grunted. His hand was drenched with her pussy juices. His mouth sucked, his tongue flicking furiously. She arched her back, pushing her nipple deeper into his hot wet mouth and his fingers deeper into her clutching cunt.

"Yes! Yes! Aaaiheee!" she cried.

Her muscles locked, her back arched, her hips lifted. Every fiber of her body began to tremble and waves of pleasure slammed through her body. For long seconds the whole world blanked out and there existed nothing but her climaxing body and her son's tongue and fingers.

She fell gasping back into the chair and lay panting. She pushed his mouth gently from her nipple. Her thighs were clamped around his hand and she held it there, letting his fingers feel the final convulsions of her cunt.

"Sooooo goooood!" she moaned.

Her eyes flickered open and he was looking at her with lust glazed eyes. She looked down at his lap and saw the throbbing, unmistakable bulge of his cock.

"Now you have a problem," she said, nodding to his lap.

"Yeah!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," she cooed.

She opened her thighs and released his hand. It slipped out glistening with her pussy juice. She looked at his face and smiled.

"Just sit still and I'll cure your problem," she assured him.

She slid down and out of the chair and unfastened his cut-offs. Her hand tugged them slowly over the narrow hips and down over his legs. His white shorts bulged and jerked. They slipped down next, the rubbery hard cock springing up.

"Mmmm," Doris hummed, seeing the dark head and the throbbing shaft.

Her fingers circled the waving rod and squeezed it gently. Her other hand cupped his hairless balls and squeezed lightly.

"I'm going to do something different," she whispered.

Pete's eyes widened in curiosity.

"Just sit back and relax and enjoy it," she added.

She raised herself to her knees and, holding his cock steady, dropped her mouth to within inches of the deep red head. Her breath wafted hot over it. Slowly it dawned on Pete what she had in mind. He had seen the pictures in the books and he suddenly knew what would happen. He groaned and a small shiver ran through his body.

Doris inched closer to the hard male flesh and breathed in the faint odor of his cock. Her mind spun and her pussy twitched. Her long pink tongue flicked out and touched the satiny skin. They both sighed in unison.

Her mouth watered with the first tantalizing taste of his hot dick. She licked again and again, each time driving her deeper into her lust and lifting him higher and higher. His body was rigid and his hips lifted to push his cock closer to the delicious wet mouth. Doris opened her lips and let the bullet shaped head slide slowly between them. The boy moaned and shook.

The hot cock slid deeper and deeper into her plunging mouth. Her nose touched his belly just as the satiny head bumped the back of her throat.

"Oh, Mom!" Pete groaned. His ass was lifted and his hands found her head and his fingers tangled in her hair.

Doris felt the ooze of her pussy juices wetting her thighs. Her cunt throbbed and burned as if jealous of her mouth. Her tongue squeezed the underside of his cock and caressed the sides of the throbbing shaft.

The pulsing rod slid slowly out of her mouth and she paused with her tongue probing at the tiny slit in the head. Then down and around the hot shaft she circled her tongue, her mouth milking at it. Her fingers stroked the swollen young balls, urging the pent-up cum nearer to release. Her mind and mouth became obsessed with the one final lust – the squirting of his hot thick cum into her throat. She sucked and licked faster, her passion building to a frenzy. His passion was pacing hers. His hips thrust at her mouth, his fingers pulling at her head. She relaxed a little and let him fuck her mouth. Her tongue worked around the thrusting head and shaft.

"UH! UH! UH!" he grunted. His hips slammed upward and stopped. Doris felt the tremor in the shaft that preceded the first gusher. She moaned wound his cock and waited eagerly.

The juice burst hot into her mouth, filling it almost to overflowing. She swallowed quickly and urged the next spurt with her tongue. It came, almost scalding and just as abundant. She was swallowing furiously.

Pete was gurgling and groaning. His rigid body trembled and jerked. Her fingers squeezed his balls, bringing the final thick geyser from the slit in the head of his cock.

His body collapsed back into the chair, his breathing harsh. She suckled his cock gently, savoring the final drops of his cum and the tremors that ran through it.

It slid slowly from her lips and she looked up at her son. His eyes were closed and his lips parted to ease his breathing.

His eyes flicked open and he looked down at her. He smiled weakly, back at her.

"Good?" she asked.

"Fantastic!" he exclaimed.

"It was delicious!" she sighed.

His fingers touched her cheek and he looked at her for several seconds. She kissed his fingers and rose to her feet.

"It also made me very thirsty. Want a Coke?" she asked.

"Please."

Her pussy lips rubbed together wetly as she walked to the kitchen.