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CHAPTER FIVE

My, my, my, Sharon thought, as she stood outside the closed bedroom door late the next evening, listening to the rhythmic thumping sounds emanating from the other side. So that was why Emily had wanted Paul to move into another house for a week!

At two that afternoon, Mark had skipped his last class and returned home for a long, heated session of sucking and fucking with his mother. Then he'd packed his bags and taken his motorcycle to Emily's house, where he would be staying for the next week.

At three-thirty, Paul had arrived. She'd spent most of the afternoon chatting with him. At seven, she'd fixed dinner, and then Paul had gone upstairs to the guest bedroom.

All afternoon, Sharon had wondered what could have prompted Emily to arrange to have Paul stay at Sharon's house. Paul had seemed perfectly normal, if a bit sullen, which lead Sharon to believe that the experiment hadn't been his idea.

Then, at seven-thirty, Sharon had paused outside Paul's room upon detecting a familiar sound. The sound had made her giggle and return downstairs to give the youth some privacy. Then she'd heard it again at eight, and then at nine, and now, as she stood listening outside Paul's door at ten-thirty, she was pretty sure she'd discovered what Paul's problem was.

Sharon placed her fingers over her lips to suppress a giggle. Paul apparently had a genuine obsession with jacking off! Four times now in a single night, and it didn't seem to make a difference to him that he was noisily beating his meat in a stranger's home. Couldn't he hear all the noise he was making? Apparently the youth's cock grew so stiff and swollen that he couldn't keep himself from jacking it.

Well, Sharon thought, the least she could do for her visitor was to give him a little relief.

Sharon fingered the master key and then carefully fit it into the lock, trying to make as little noise as possible. The thumping was louder than ever. Sharon stood straight, looking down at herself, seeing how her transparent black negligee clung to her enormous, stiff-nippled tits, the lacy hem hovering around the succulent cheeks of her round, full ass. It was the most provocative negligee in her wardrobe, the one she'd worn when she'd wanted her late husband to do nothing more than throw her on the bed and spend the whole night fucking the shit out of her juicy cunt. She was confident that the nightgown would elicit a similar level of arousal in her masturbation-crazed house guest.

Sharon turned the key and threw open the door. Paul was sprawled on his back on the bed, naked. His right hand was flying up and down his enormous cock, a cock far, far bigger than any Sharon had dreamed could spring from the loins of such a slightly-built youth. Paul still hadn't seen her and for several seconds Sharon watched him jack his giant prick in wide-eyed amazement.

His prick was every bit as enormous as her sons was. Sharon felt her nipples swelling even stiffer, poking through the negligee, and fuck-cream flowing heavily into her clit. Her mouth watered as she pictured herself on her knees before the naked youth, shamelessly slurping the hot cum-juice out of his giant, jutting prick. Then Sharon recovered herself, curling her lips in a calm, seductive smile. She slammed the bedroom door loudly behind her.

"Surprise, surprise," Sharon purred.

Paul yelped in dismay, his hand freezing on his cock as he gaped at the negligee-clad mother. Sharon made her hips wiggle as she walked to his bed, smiling as she felt the weight of her enormous, bra-less tits jiggling and swaying under the negligee. She sat beside the naked teen on the bed and looked at his shocked face bemusedly.

"Take your hand off of your cock, Paul," she purred. "I think it's time we had a little chat."

Paul did as the mother asked, sliding his fingers from his stone-hard fuck-tool. Again Sharon suppressed a gasp as she looked at his cock. His cock-shaft was as thick round as her wrist, and the crimson, shiny-skinned cock-knob gleamed with a sticky coating of oozing cum. Sharon wiggled her bare ass-cheeks hornily on the bed, watching his massive fuck tool twitch and throb.

"I… I thought I locked the door," Paul sputtered.

"You did." Sharon held up the key, then dropped it to the floor. "I opened it, Paul. Ordinarily I'd respect your privacy, but I'm afraid this is the fourth time I've heard you jacking off tonight. Now tell me, does this have something to do with why your mother asked you to stay with me for a week?"

Paul's only answer was his rapidly reddening face. Sharon wiggled her shoulders, making her enormous tits quiver under the negligee. Paul's eyes immediately darted to her tits, and his huge cock throbbed more stiffly than ever over his navel.

"I think it does, Paul," Sharon continued. "Honestly, I've never heard of a young man who played with himself so much. It must be terribly embarrassing to your mother. I can't imagine how she must feel, listening to her own son spending hours stroking his stiff cock at night. Can't you even try to make a little less noise?"

"I… I don't…"

"Paul, why can't you keep your hands off of your cock when it gets stiff?"

Paul gasped as he watched her hand come down, her red-painted fingernails gliding up his thighs, her hand finally wrapping in a tight fist around the base of his cock-meat. The youth groaned as the huge-titted mother lightly started stroking his enormous prick, gliding her fingers slowly and rhythmically up and down his cock.

"Does this feel good, Paul? I don't want you to suffer while you discuss your sexual problem with me. Your cock must hurt an awful lot when it gets this hard. Tell me, what sorts of things do you think about, that make you have to jack off four times a day?"

Paul just groaned as the stacked, sexy mother slowly stroked his throbbing prick. Sharon made her hand glide over his helmet-shaped cock-crown, coating her palm with his oozing cum-cream. Now her fist made a soft, squishing sound as she continued to jack on his cock-meat.

"Why, Paul, I think you're staring at my big tits," Sharon said. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn this negligee to visit you. You might start shooting cum all over the place, just from looking at my tits. Tell me, Paul, is that why you've spent the whole night jacking off? Has my sexy body been turning you on?"

"Y-y-yes," Paul stammered. "Yes, oh, fuck!"

"I should have known it all along. Why, I'll bet you even want to fuck my cunt, don't you, Paul? Is that why your cock has gotten so long and stiff? It is, isn't it? I'll bet you'd do it all night, if I let you. I'll bet you'd spend the whole night fucking my tight, juicy little pussy and sucking my tits, and shooting load after load of cum up my cunt."

"Oh, yes, oh, shit!" Paul gasped. He grimaced and humped his ass off the bed, fucking his cock through her fingers. "Lemme fuck you! Please lemme fuck you!"

"All right, Paul," Sharon said sweetly. "If you insist."

Sharon released the youth's huge, aching cock and joined him on the bed. She pulled her negligee up to her smooth, rounded belly, exposing her hairy cunt-hair. Then the horny mother splayed her legs wide apart, completely opening up her tight, juicy pussy for the teen's eyes and cock.

"Fuck my cunt, Paul," she said simply. "Go ahead, if that's what you want so badly. I don't know if you're a virgin, but I'm sure you can figure out how to get your big, meaty cock up my pussy. Just lie on top of me, lover. I'll let you fuck my cunt as long as you want!"

His giant fuck-pole throbbing stiffly before him, cam oozing heavily from his cock-tip, Paul crawled into position between the mother's spread-eagled legs. Sharon soon realized that some other lucky woman had already instructed Paul in the art of sliding his big cock up a pussy. Holding his cock-meat in his fist, the naked teen smoothly guided his jism-drooling cock-head to the pouting lips of Sharon's cunt. Sharon lifted her legs high in the air, then shuddered and bit her lip as she felt inch after inch of Emily's son a cock spearing into her gooey pussy-slit.

Her knees hovering over her shoulders, the horny mother quickly started humping, her tongue appearing at the corner of her mouth as she delightedly thrust her wet, hairy pussy onto the satisfying stiffness of Paul's big cock.

"Unh, unh, unh, that's right, lover, fuck my juicy pussy! All the way in now, honey! Unhhh, what a big, fucking cock you have! Slide it in easy, Paul! That's right, all the way up my tight, juicy cunt!"

Paul humped eagerly between the mother's legs, gliding his massive, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. Sharon could feel her tight cunt opening up to admit his cock, the pink walls of her fuck-tunnel already beginning to spasm lightly as they sucked and clung wetly around his gigantic cock.

Sharon wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started bucking more heatedly, her enormous, stiff-nippled tits bouncing and quivering under the negligee.

"Ungghhh! Love your big cock, Paul! Unh unh unh, fuck my pussy, that's right, in and out, fuck my pussy good!"

Paul suddenly seemed to grow so excited that he lost all control over himself. He collapsed onto the sexy mother's huge-titted body, making her squeal as every inch of his cock rammed up her pussy at once. The squeal turned into a cry of dismay as Paul suddenly tore savagely at her negligee, literally shredding the expensive fabric as he rent it open all the way down the middle.

"Paul!" Sharon gasped angrily, momentarily forgetting her lust. "Paul, you just ruined it! What do you think you're…"

But her panted words fell on deaf ears. Paul shuddered as he pushed his hands down, cupping the now completely naked mother's enormous tits in his fingers, as his gigantic cock throbbed deep inside her cunt. He held up one giant tit and wrapped his lips tightly around her wide, stiffened nipple. Sucking furiously, the youth then began fucking her cunt as hard as he could, panting around her red, rubbery teat as he hammered his cum-aching cock savagely in and out of her juicy cunt.

"Paul! Paul, stop it!" Sharon squealed. In dismay she looked at the halves of her ruined negligee, then at the top of his head as he slurped on her huge tit. "Paul, don't fuck my cunt so fast! You'll know before I do! No, Paul, slow down! Don't fuck my cunt so fast… no… unnggghhh!"

Then, suddenly, the uncontrollable wildness of his fucking began to feel incredibly good to her. The youth was like a man possessed, biting her fat, stiff nipple nearly as hard as he sucked it, pounding his fuck-pole into her tender pussy as fast as he could. It as if she were nothing but a wet, juicy fuck-hole to him, that would suck his pounding prick and accept his squirting arm.

And Sharon realized she liked it that way. She adored the violence of his fucking, the way he panted as he greedily sucked her tit, the fact that he was obsessed only with the aching hardness of his huge, throbbing prick. He's gonna shoot it, Sharon thought dazedly, wincing as the teen fucked his massive cock all the way up her pussy with every stroke. His giant cock was obviously so painfully stiff that he simply had to make it squirt as fast as he could.

Paul switched tits, sucking her second stiff nipple harder than ever. Sharon panted as she started whipping her reddened ass-cheeks off the bed as fast as she could, groaning and shuddering as she fucked her tight, gooey pussy relentlessly onto his driving cock.

"You… unh… you want to shoot it, don't you, Paul? Yes, that's right, you just want to shoot your cum. Okay, Paul, go ahead and fuck the shit out of me! Harder, Paul! Don't you want to shoot your cum up my pussy! Don't your balls hurt when they're so full? Fuck my cunt, Paul, shoot your cum! Shoot your cum!"

Paul finally took his lips from her saliva dripping nipple, wanting now to concentrate only on fucking the naked mother's tight pussy as fast as he could. Sharon's enormous tits jiggled as he picked up the pace of his humping and ramming his stone-hard cock-shaft into her ravished cunt.

"Harder, Paul!" Her face was contorted with intense pleasure as he rammed brutally into her pussy. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck my cunt, baby, fuck my cunt! I said fuck me harder, Paul! Fuck my cunt as hard as you want!"

Then his long-suppressed load of cock-juice began to spew. It fountained out of the teen's enormous, throbbing cock in mid-stroke, jetting in a torrent to the innermost depths of the mother's aching cunt.

Sharon squealed and flexed her pussy-hole, humping her ass as fast as she could. She was cumming too now, the contractions of orgasm making her tight, juicy fuck-tunnel spasm that much more tightly around his erupting cock. Again and again the youth shot his jut up her pussy, until her cunt-sheath was stuffed with as much cum as it could take. Sharon gasped as she felt his milky cum pouring back out of her cock-stretched fuck-hole, puddling heavily under her humping ass on the bed.

"All right, Paul, take it out of me!" she said, pretending as much anger as she could. "Look at the awful mess you've made."

Paul obediently slid his huge, wet cock out of her clasping pussy. Now that his lust had subsided, he felt ashamed of herself for tearing her negligee and fucking her cunt so fast. Sharon decided to further this impression, frowning as sternly as she could.

"This negligee cost me fifty dollars. And you didn't even let me cum, Paul!" she lied, "Why, look at this huge puddle of cum you've left on the bed. My husband never made a mess like that, and he fucked me every night for years. Can't you control yourself at all?"

"I'm sorry," Paul mumbled.

"You're sorry? Paul, you just finished fucking me like some sort of wild man. That cock of yours is so huge, and you didn't even care if you hurt me with it. All you cared about was shooting your cum. Considering that you love jacking off so much, maybe that's what I should let you do the rest of the time you're staying with me. I guess I was being too nice to let you fuck me in the first place."

"No!" Paul protested, suddenly sounding miserable. "No, please don't… please don't cut me off! Shit, you've got such a fantastic body! Please let me fuck you again!"

Sharon hesitated, as if she were considering the youth's impassioned request. Then she nodded with a frown.

"All right, Paul. Maybe I will at that. But first you have to make amends for ruining my negligee and fucking me like a sex-starved teen. Paul, tell me: do you like licking pussy?"

"Oh, yes!" Paul groaned. "Yes, I love it!"

"Well, I want you to lick mine. And I want you to do a good job of it. There's times I want a nice, hard cum."

Sharon paused, taking a moment to wiggle her ass away from the cum puddle and toss the ruined negligee to the floor. Then she again splayed her luscious thighs apart and looked at the youth commandingly. Quickly Paul sprawled on his stomach between her thighs, gazing hungrily at the curly-haired slit of her wet, red, just-fucked pussy.

"Clean it up, Paul," Sharon demanded. She clutched his head, pulling his hair as she tugged his mouth onto her dripping, richly-scented fuck-hole. "Get your tongue in there and lick out all your cum-juice! You like the taste of my pussy, don't you?"

Paul was already busily lapping the naked mother's delicious tasting pussy, shamelessly sucking his own milky cock-juices out of the depths of her fuck-channel. Sharon swiftly realized that some experienced woman had given this lad a long lesson in the joys of eating pussy. His expert, swiping tongue had already created an intense pleasure deep inside her cunt.

"Ungghh! Oh, Paul!" Sharon wiggled her ass happily on the bed, again lifting her legs so that her knees were over her shoulders, completely opening her furry fuck-passage for his lips and tongue. "Ungghhh! Oh, Paul, you're a good little pussy-licker, aren't you? Unggghh! Yes, you like the taste of my cunt, don't you? Lick it all up, Paul. Lick my pussy good and make it cum!"

Paul moved his hands carefully between her thighs, slurping audibly as his tongue moved busily up and down her pussy. He opened her cunt-lips, exposing the inner pinkness of her fuck-hole, and the swollen bud of her clit. Sharon gasped as the youth started pleasuring her clit, alternating between licking and sucking.

"Ahhhh! Oh, Paul!" She grimaced, her fingers digging into his neck. "Oh, fuck, oh, yes, that's right! Lick my clit, Paul! Suck it for me! Unggghhh, oh, please! Make me cum!"

Her earlier act of frowning irritation was now swiftly forgotten. The naked, huge-titted mother started humping her ass in a steady, uncontrollably rhythm, fucking her wet, juicy pussy all over the lad's face. Paul managed to hold her clit between his lips, sucking it eagerly. Two fingers straightened, gliding deep inside her buttery, spuming cunt.

"Yes, yes! Jack me off, Paul, jack off my pussy! Unnh unnh unnh, suck my clit, oh, please, oh, shit, jack me off! Need to cum, Paul! Oh, fuck, make me cum!"

Paul sucked her clit hungrily gently gnawing it between his lips. Three fingers now jammed rapidly in and out of her pussy, pleasuring her aching cunt like a cock. Sharon squealed as she felt herself beginning to cum.

"Unix unh unh, lick my pussy, unh, unh, suck my clit! Oh, fuck, oh, please, I love it, Paul! Eat me, baby eat my cunt! Ahhh fuck, I'm cumming now! Eat my pussy, eat my pussy, I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"

Her wet, burning pussy spumed violently, covering his fingers with oozing fuck-juice as the fuck-cream ran heavily from the depths of her ravished fuck-hole. Paul kept sucking her clit, guiding the naked mother through the intense pleasure of cumming. Finally Sharon let her red-flushed ass-cheeks return to the bed. She stared down at Paul intently, watching as he raised his face from her hairy cunt-mound and happily licked the cunt-juice off of his mouth.

I wonder if Emily taught him about fucking, Sharon thought, smiling to herself as she considered the idea. It would almost be like Emily to impulsively succumb to her lust for her son, then think better of it and order him out of the house for a week. Yes, perhaps Paul had learned about fucking and pussy-licking from his very own mother. Sharon resolved to find out.

"That was a very good cum, Paul," she sighed, stroking his head. "You're an awfully good pussy-licker, darling. Ma matter of fact, I think you deserve a reward for making me cum so hard. Would you like me to suck your cock for you baby?"

Paul gulped and nodded eagerly. Sharon patted the edge of the bed, gesturing for him to sit there. Paul did as she asked. He looked down at her as she knelt naked before him, facing his enormous, stone-hard prick.

"Oh, Paul, it's just as hard as ever," Sharon purred. Kneeling before the bed, the naked mom lewdly grasped his burning cock and again began to jack on it, pumping her fist up and down. "It smells like my pussy, Paul. It's sticky from fucking my pussy. Do you like the way I stroke your cock?"

"Yes," Paul gasped, looking down at her, watching her pumping hand. "Oh, yes!"

"You want me to suck on this big cock for you now, don't you, Paul?"

"Oh, yes!"

Giggling at his eagerness, Sharon pushed her fist to the root of his massive cock, holding his fuck organ in position. She lowered her head, pursing her lips to deliver a wet, horny kin to his spongy cock-head. Fresh cum was already oozing out, and she swiped her tongue across his piss-hole, lapping it up.

Paul's huge cock responded by pulsing more eagerly than ever. Sharon shut her eyes, blocking out all thoughts unrelated to the taste and feel of his fuck-meat. Gradually she let her full lips part, slurping and smacking noisily as she sucked in inch after inch of the naked teen's enormous cock.

"Oh, fuck," Paul moaned. He dropped his hands, curling his fingers in the mom's hair. He stared down at her giant, stiff-nippled tits, at her wet lips stretched wide to accommodate his cock.

Sharon stopped pushing her head down, pausing with nearly half of his enormous cock stuffed down her throat. Her lips compressed, forming a tight, sucking circle around the center of his cock-meat. Then she puckered her cheeks and started sucking his cock loudly and very hard, the slurping, gurgling sounds of the blowjob filling the bedroom as she worked hungrily on the youth's stiffened fuck-meat.

His giant cock throbbed rhythmically, spitting out little drops of cock-juice as it pulsed on the roof of her mouth. Sharon sucked, laying his shiny-skinned cock-crown with her tongue, eager to lap up every drop. Her right hand squeezed around the root of his cock shaft, starting to jack on it again. Soon she was beating his cock-meat almost violently, whipping her strong right fist feverishly up and down his aching prick.

"Oh, fuck!" He stared down at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw, moaning as he fucked his ass off the bed. "Oh, fuck, that feels good! You're gonna make me cum! Oh, please, keep sucking, please make me cum!"

Sharon sucked the teen's tasty cock harder and harder, her cheek flushing brightly with the intensity of the cock-sucking. Faster and faster her fist pumped on his fuck-shaft, bringing his load of spunk up to the bursting point in his balls.

Finally Paul's cock grew even stiffer between her lip… signaling that he was on the verge of spraying a great stream of cock-juice down her throat. Sharon kept sucking hungrily, waiting until the last moment, until she was sure he was on the very edge of cumming. Then she abruptly slid her mouth off of his aching cock-meat, giggling as she clamped her fingers around the tip of his prick.

"No!" Paul yelped. He writhed almost in pain, his load of jizz suddenly backing up in his balls. "No, please! I need to cum! Let me cum!"

"I want to ask you a few questions, lover," Sharon purred.

She pinched his cock-head very hard, preventing even a drop of milky juice from squirting out of the tip. Then, as she had done with her son, Sharon started jacking his cock-shaft as fast as she could. Paul could only writhe helplessly, desperately wanting to cum and yet unable to do so. Sharon giggled as she felt his cock-shaft clogging up to an even thicker dimension.

"Paul," she purred, jacking wildly on his boner, "why did your mother want you to spend a week with me?"

"Let me cum? Oh, fuck!"

"It had something to do with how often you jack off, didn't it? Didn't it, Paul? Your mother had to send you away because you like to jack your cock so much, didn't she? Is that it?"

Paul hesitated, but the ache in his jism-laden balls was so intense that he couldn't keep from speaking.

"Yes," he moaned. "Please, oh, please… Paul, who taught you about fucking? Who taught you how to lick a cunt?"

The knob of his prick was pulsing so hard that she had to grip it even tighter with her fingers. Sharon kept pinching and jacking cruelly, beating his cock-meat as fast as she could.

"Did your mom teach you about fucking, Paul?"

"No! No…"

"Yes, she did, didn't she?" Sharon prodded, suddenly sure of herself. "Your mother let you fuck her cunt, and then she let you lick her pussy, didn't she? And then she felt guilty, and sent you away. Didn't she? Isn't that right, Paul? You love to fuck your mother, don't you? You love to fuck your mother's cunt!"

"Ungghh! Oh, please…"

"I won't let you cum until you tell me. Paul, isn't it true that you fucked your mother? Isn't it? And you wish you could fuck her again, don't you? You'd do anything to fuck your mother's tight, juicy…"

"Yes!" Paul gasped suddenly. "Yes, yes, I did it!"

Smiling triumphantly, Sharon removed her pinching fingers from his cock-head. Then she swiftly moved her left hand between his asscheeks, straightening her forefinger and thrusting it suddenly into the anguished youth's asshole. Paul moaned as she started jacking her finger rapidly in and out of his shitter, simultaneously jacking his fuck-pole as hard as she could.

"All right, Paul, you can cum now! Go ahead, baby, shoot your cum… shoot your cum…"

Paul jerked his hips, thrusting his enormous, bloated cock through her stroking fingers, yelping as her finger dug into his asshole. Then the hot torrent of cum finally gushed up from his balls.

The spray cascaded over her shoulder, shooting more than a yard away from the bed, squirting and streaming uncontrollably from his bloated cock-meat. Sharon jacked his giant prick harder than ever, so excited to watch the geyser of cock-juice that she didn't even think of ramming his spurting hard-on back into her mouth. Instead she just kept on pumping his cock and finger-fucking his asshole, making the cream spew out of his cock.

When the juice finally stopped gushing, the floor, her hair, her tits and her face were dripping with thick, sticky drops of cum. Sharon smiled happily, imagining Paul with Emily, imagining the giant cock she now held ramming feverishly in and out of his own mother's cunt. Then Sharon dropped her head again, stuffing Paul's aching prick back into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

There was little doubt, she told herself, as the blow-job continued, that Emily would soon be treating Mark to the same pleasure. If she hadn't already.