"Between mother and son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Crane David)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jeff came hurrying home, hiding his hard on behind his schoolbooks and hoping that he could sneak right on up to his bedroom without meeting his mom. He sure didn't want her to notice his bulging groin.

But Jessica was standing in the hallway. When Jeff came in by himself, she was pleased, not wanting the presence of her daughter to inhibit things. Her daughter was getting jerked off onto in the bushes at the moment, actually, but Jessica didn't know that, although it would have thrilled her if she had.

Jeff paused just inside the door.

He was wondering how he could sneak his boner past his mom and why she was still in her nightie.

"Hello, darling," she said.

"Hi, Mom," he mumbled, jamming the schoolbooks protectively to his groin.

His posture was not as natural as he hoped and Jessica's eyes showed a merry glint.

"Have a hard day at school, dear?" she inquired.

Jeff blushed bright red.

He had certainly spent a day hard. But he guessed her query was innocent, a polite formality, and he shrugged. He moved down the hallway awkwardly, with a sidewinder gait, keeping his crotch shielded behind the books.

As he came abreast of her, Jessica leaned out and kissed him on the lips. It surprised him. She didn't normally greet him that way. But she was his mother and he could only assume it was a kiss of affection. He never dreamed that she wanted to kiss him because there was a film of fuck juice coating her lips.

Then she stepped back and made a point of shrugging elaborately. Her tits loomed out and her nightie opened almost as high as her curly vee.

"I had a hard day, too," she said not without truth. "I was just going upstairs for a nap."

The schoolbooks jumped in his hands as his cock leaped thunderously behind them.

If his mother was going to go to bed, maybe he would get a look at her naked body while he was busily beating his meat. The prospect made him quiver like a bird dog and his cock was pounding on the books.

Jessica turned, the hem of her semitransparent nightie swirling around her lovely legs. She went down the hall with her ass swinging provocatively. She started up the stairs. Jeff bent down to look up her nightie as she ascended, getting a flash high up her lush legs.

He waited until she was out of sight, and then hurried up, quietly, to his own room, eager to spy on his mom as she rested hopefully naked. Jeff tossed his books on his bed and darted into his closet. He very carefully removed the loose panel and peered through, already reaching for his groin.

He damn near fainted. His mother was standing just inside the door, but that wasn't what had caused Jeff to gasp and almost cry out in his amazement. There on his mother's bed lay a young man, stark-naked, with a huge hard-on standing from his groin, and balls as big as melons at the base. The boy, who looked no older than Jeff, was obviously his mother's lover. Poor Dad, Jeff thought, sorry for his father who was being cuckolded in his own marital bed. But Jeff's sympathy was modified by fascination. He figured his mother was very naughty to be unfaithful to his dad, but Jeff wouldn't have wished it any other way – not as long as he was right there, watching from a ringside seat.

Jeff was so thrilled by the sight that, for a moment, he even forgot to take his prick out.

Jessica waited just inside the door, giving her son time to get into position. She heard a faint scraping sound and glanced covertly at the wall.

That wall was in shadow, which was why she had never seen the spy hole in the past, but now that she was aware of it, she could faintly make out the oblong gap as the loose panel was stealthily removed.

Satisfied that the audience was seated, Jessica grinned and dropped her nightie. Naked and glowing, she crossed over to where Peter waited on the bed.

She curled up beside his flank, gazing lovingly down at his prick and glancing from the tops of her eyes toward the watcher's wall, as well.

Jessica, exhibitionist that she was, was measuring angles and calculating positions, figuring out just how to give her peeping son the best possible view.

She wanted to do a lot of naughty things and to let Jeff see all the juicy details.

She bent over Peter's prick.

His cockhead was flowing like a fountain, pre cum washing down the knob and stalk. His sweet jizz was flowing so heavily that his cock looked like a melting ice cream cone.

Now he was sorry that she had already sucked him off, wishing that she had waited until Jeff was watching before she gargled his goo. His next load was destined for her cunthole. But she guessed he wouldn't shoot off immediately, now that he had already been drained off once, and that she could safely suck his cock for a little while, giving her son an oral preliminary for his visual delight.

Her lapper shot out and she began to slurp on the bubbling tip of Peter's flaring slab.

"Yummy!" she purred, partly because his seepage was so succulent, but mainly for Jeff's benefit, wanting to tantalize his ears as well as his eyes.

Her nimble tongue laved all over that meaty, drooling slab, lapping up the spunky spillage and making plenty of juicy slurping sounds. She sighed and panted and moaned. She gazed down at her lover's loins, then sneaked a secretive glance toward the wall behind which Jeff lurked.

Then she sucked his cockhead into her lips. "Ummmmm! Ahhhhh!" she purred, nursing greedily on that slab of moist meat.

"You gonna suck me off again?" Peter gasped. Faintly, Jessica heard another muffled, stifled gasp as her son heard that and knew that his mother had already milked this young man off at least once.

She was sorely tempted to drink another load of Peter's prick juice, too. But she already had a lovely bellyful and her cunt was hotter than her tongue now.

She bobbed up and down, hair tumbling in flaming strands, lips fluting far down his cock. Then she pulled her head away. Her face was toward the wall and her mouth was open. She drank the pre-cum slowly, sighing, making sure that her son could see her swallow.

It was time to get fucked.

But her mouth work had made Peter's prick start to hum like a tuning fork. She didn't want him to cum as soon as he was stuck up her cunt, and she figured it would be better to let him cool down slightly before she started fucking him. And she wanted to make this a variety show, as well, letting Jeff see how comprehensive her lust was.

Holding Peter by his lean hips, she gently rolled him over onto his belly. His cock was so stiff and taut that it levered down into the bed like a crowbar, heaving his ass up on the far end of his hard-on, like a meaty boulder being pried from the earth.

She rubbed her heavy tits against his hard asscheeks, squirming and wriggling. Then she placed her open hands on those muscular mounds and opened his ass crack. She began to run her lapper up and down in that musky cleft. She liked to lick assholes and this young virgin boy had a flavorsome one. Besides, she could just imagine the profound effect her sordid slurping was having on her son.

She began to stab her tongue right into his shitter, buggering his ass with her lapper. Her lips sucked on the fluttering ring. She drooled into his asshole, then sucked her saliva back out, flavored by his bowels.

Peter jerked and humped as if he were fucking the bed. His haunches hiked up. Jessica slid lower and mouthed his balls for a while, and then her face came back up. Her lapper dragged up his ass crack and she began to rim and ream the boy's asshole some more.

She squeezed and fondled his balls as she tongue fucked his shitter, both because she loved to feel those swollen balls surge in her hand and also to keep track of the situation, not wanting him to suddenly reach the crest and spurt his spunk out onto the bed. His balls were wondrously inflated, but with his prick temporarily neglected, Peter showed no sign of shooting his load too soon. Jessica figured that she had time to fool around for a while before she turned him over again and fucked his ass off.

She had decided that she would sit on Peter's prick, the first time, at least. That position would give her son the clearest view of the coupling, she judged, and Jessica was even more eager to perform for Jeff that she was to get fucked for its own sake.

And so Jessica lingered over Peter's asshole for a while and thereby, although she didn't know it, gave another member of the audience time to arrive.