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CHAPTER SEVEN

"Bob, could you come here a moment?"

Bob set down the book he'd been trying to concentrate on and jumped up from his chair, heath rig for the bedroom where his mother was changing clothes. "Okay, Mom."

The door was open and Shara was just removing her earrings as her son walked in. She beamed a fetching smile at him, letting his gaze linger on the sharp cleavage of the sexy green dress she'd worn to the show. Then she turned her back, shrugging in an obvious manner.

"Could you undo me, baby? I never can reach these things and it looks as if your father's been delayed."

"All right."

Bob took in his mother's sleek figure as he strode forward. Still horny from his brief encounter with Mindy, he felt his cock stir with renewed interest at the sight of her sensual body curving and jutting in a casual pose as she waited.

His fingers came up to the dress' clasp, shaking slightly. Although his mom hadn't acted any differently since her afternoon session with him and Chad, Bob could sense the subtle difference. It made him swallow hard to ease the nervous lump in his throat.

"Are you getting it, darling?" Shara made her voice perfectly innocent, bowing full well the effect she was having.

After a moment's fumbling, the clasp came free. Instantly she shrugged out of the dresses loose shoulder straps. The entire top of it fell limp about her waist, and she turned to face him with a single fluid movement.

"Ahh, that feels better. Thanks, honey."

Bob gawked at the twin mounds that soared out firm and pink-nippled at him. His cock, still thick from thinking of Mindy, grew even thicker at his mom's presence and speared up in his jeans.

When he answered, his voice was rough and cracked. "Uhh, that's okay."

His response was exactly what Shara had been hoping for. Her smile widened in a pretense of surprise. "Why, what's the matter, Bob? From the way you're staring, you'd think you'd never seen me like this before. In fact, you've seen all of me! Is that it? Did you want another look, darling?"

Urged by the creamy ache tickling her cunt, she pushed the dress down entirely. It slithered to the floor, exposing the fact that his mom wasn't wearing any panties. Her red-furred pussy glistened moistly, making his cock bulge out even harder against the confines of its denim prison.

"Ahh, that's better yet."

Shara stretched luxuriously as if there was nothing at all unusual about what was happening. Her tits arched out with an enticement that made him goggle. Thoroughly enjoying her son's stare, she gave a sexy sigh and felt her nipples fatten with a delicious, tingling warmth.

"It's so nice to just relax. Why Bob, you don't look very relaxed at all!"

Her hand swooped out suddenly, encasing his bulging crotch and squeezing possessively.

His voice came out in a gasp, causing her to smile mischievously. "Oh my goodness, I haven't turned you on again, have I? That was thoughtless of me, Bob. I really am sorry if this…" she gave his crotch another squeeze, "…is my fault."

Shara honestly really hadn't originally intended for it to happen again. That afternoon had been an accident, an it'll-never-happen-again experience. After all, good mothers certainly didn't go around fucking their sons!

But Sam had behaved even more distant and thoughtful all day. He hadn't even noticed his wife's horniness throughout the evening, he hadn't even seemed aware when her hand had groped over his swollen cock all through the movie.

So it was only natural that after that afternoon's unexpected episode she should turn, in horny hunger, to her son. His prick was obviously more than ready to take up where his father's left off.

"Gracious, you are tense, aren't you?" she teased, fondling his lust-stiffened swell and saw anticipation spreading over Bob's face. "Maybe we should get you nice and relaxed, too. That might help."

"Uh, hey Mom…"

Bob managed only a hoarse stammer as she undid the buttons of his shin and pulled it off. The next moment she was working on his jeans and jerking them down as well.

"Shit, Mom!" he gasped as his prick swung up bare and hard in the air, straining for his mother's fiery cunt.

"Oh darling, you are tense!"

Blasting a flood of frothing juice over her soaked pussy, Shara stared down at the thick veined stiffness of her son's cock. Mesmerized by his magnificent prick, she knelt abruptly.

"Just let me get you out of these things and we'll see what we can do about that," she said as she practically ripped his jeans off, her face level with his hard, wagging cock, her eyes fastened on its sheer enormity.

A flash of vivid memory made her breath quicken. She could feel his lovely big prick sliding into bier cunt again, feel it pushing between her plump pussy lips and sheathing itself hungrily inside her with a mounting need that matched her own.

"Yes," she murmured as Bob stopped free of his clothes. "That's it…"

Hardly able to believe it was happening, he saw his cum-engorged cock bobbing with his mother's attractive face as she feasted on it, licking her lips. In a voice made husky with arousal, he spoke.

"I – uh, I don't think just taking my clothes off is going to help me relax any, Mom."

Shara smiled. "Poor baby," she cooed, bringing a hand up to grasp the pulsing length of his prick and talking to it as if it had a life of its own. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Maybe…" Bob went on quickly with delighted need. "Maybe if you kissed it a little, that'd make it feel better."

That was the very thought that had been on Shara's mind and she deftly put the thought into action. "Mmmmm, that's an interesting idea. Do you mean like this?"

She placed her lips lightly against the very tip of his throbbing cock and gave it a brief, puckered kiss.

He gasped, his prick lurching up against his mother's lips. "Oh shit, yeah, Mom! That's it!"

Pleased at the twitching response of his hips, Shara flicked her tongue over the smooth inflamed knob of his cock, tasting the little droplet of cum that glistened at its end.

She dipped her lips down over his reddened prickhead and then moved back up, giving it a tantalizing lollipop-suck that made him groan.

"Ohh, oh shit that's great. Don't stop, Mom. Keep doing it. Oh fucking yeah!"

Shara's lips slid, over his huge cocktip again and this time she didn't draw away. For a delicious moment she remained like that, simply mouthing and tonguing his fat prickhead, tasting the familiar tang of the cum that clung to it…

Then her head began to bob and her lips sank over his veined prick as it soared down her throat.

Thrilled, Bob watched inch after inch of his cock vanish into his mom's, sucking mouth. Her head moved back and forth faster and muffled little panting noises burst from her stuffed throat as she took in every bit of his prick.

He'd never had his cock sucked before and the wet encompassing tightness of her warm throat sliding over his prick was wonderful. He groaned and reached down, tangling his fingers in her short curled hair, urging her on.

"Oh yeah, suck me, Mom. Suck me good. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come if you keep that up! I'm gonna shoot off right in your mouth. Faster, yeah, faster!"

Shara bobbed her head with increasing rhythm as his hips began to jerk and gyrate, plunging his luscious prick down her throat in harsh, long strokes. Although it had been a pleasant change to suck Chad's delicious cock that afternoon, the act of sucking her own son's hard, thrusting prick had her hungering insatiably for his load of precious jism. It had been along time since she'd been so thoroughly appreciated for her cocksucking expertise and she rode her mouth over his massive, thrashing prick with all the hunger that streamed from her unfulfilled pussy.

Suddenly Bob grunted and hunched frantically, gasping out in a loud breathless tone. "Oh fuck, Mom, it's happening! My balls are gonna but wide open! I'm – fucking shit! I'm coming! Uhhhhh!"

Wrenching back and forth on weak, unsteady legs, he did just that. His cock expanded in her throat like a rocket and the first blast of cockcream exploded into her velvet vise.

Shara gulped at that hot fountain, drinking it up and swallowing again and again. She barely had time to get his initial eruption down before it was followed by a second and then a third.

She moaned, delightfully overloaded with her son's hot, spouting jizz. It trickled from her lips and down her chin, wet and oozing. It was undoubtedly the best cum she'd ever tasted. She gobbled at it, sucking for every drop and still sucking even after the last spasm had surged through his fat, tender prick.

Drained and happy, Bob finally pulled his emptied cock from between his mother's pouted, clamped lips. He watched gleefully as she darted out her pink tongue and licked his excess jizm from her chin.

"Sheee-iiiiit!"

Shara smiled once again at his outburst of sheer joy. Cupping his shrinking cock and heavy balls in her hands, she rose and spoke in a warm, glowing voice.

"Umm, that was a nice way to relax, wasn't it? But I'm still tense darling and I think you may get very tense again yourself almost before you know it! Maybe we'd better lay down where we can really unwind together."

She led him by the cock to her big double bed, then released his limp, cream-drenched prick long enough to push him back onto the softness.

"Now just lay back, honey and let mother have her relaxation too."

With those words Shara scooted to a straddling position over his shrunken prick, her damp, red bush hovering above it. Without pause she grasped his cock and held it upright then lowered herself onto it.

Bob gasped with amazement as his mom stuffed herself with his prick, cramming its soft hard length into her snug, sopping cunt. She purred and undulated, rolling his prick around inside her pussy and urging it to full stiffness again.

"Oh my God, baby, that's it!"

Her voice rose simultaneously with Bob's prick. His cock tugged erect in her rippling twat, sloshing and rolling, and blossoming to full hardness right in his mom's cunt. He could actually feel her tight pussy lips stretching around his prick, capturing it in a soft, melting vise as she undulated faster in an effort to hurry it along.

"Ahh, that's just right, Bob. Make it nice and hard for Mom, so she can give your sweet, big cock the kind of fucking it likes best. Oh lover, you've got a wonderful prick! It's getting so big I… I can't stand it, baby sweet baby, ahhhhh."

Her undulations turned into a bouncing rhythm that grew fierce and frantic as his cock soared to full length. Bob heaved upward, plowing his prick into her rich, red-furred pussy and chuckling ecstatically.

"Yeah, Mom! Fuck my cock! Take it all, take it!"

Shara rode up and down on her son's lovely, thick cock until it was so slick with her juice that they made wet, squishing sounds with every mutual thrust. Bob had a cock just like his father's – huge and fat and gorgeously bloated with cum, even after being sucked dry once. She could practically taste it in her pussy with each downward stroke.

His prick writhed inside her, jerking taut and straining up so fined with promising jism that it stretched her cuntlips apart almost painfully. Just a few days earlier she would have been ashamed to admit it, but now she reveled in the fact – her son's cock fit her cunt like a glove.

And if the glove fits, wear it, she thought happily.

So Shara did exactly that, plunging onto his incredible, vibrant cock as if it were the last fucking she was ever going to get in her whole life.

"Ooooh…" she wailed, reeling. "God, baby I love it, I love your big fucking cock! Fuck me, darling! Fuck my pussy good and hard, fuck me till I scream! Annhh – oh God, Bob, that's perfect! Stab it to me honey, stab it – sta… aaaaahhhhh!" She screamed, pistoning herself down with all her might.

That afternoon Bob thought he'd seen everything. But now he was seeing even more, as his mother wrenched and bucked like a wild woman on his spearing prick. Her small, perky tits flopped and bounced crazily, their tight, pink nipples quivering as she thrashed on his prick and begged for more flaming cunt fur melted into his dark, soaked, mat of cock fuzz. Her clit was so taut and erect he could actually feel it gouge his prick base with every downward surge of her body.

Totally enthralled by the spectacle of being fucked by his mother for the second time in one day, Bob grabbed her bobbling little tits and squeezed them hard while he plunged his cock to the hilt up her cunt.

"Fuck it, bitch!" he chortled, caught up in that spectacle. "Fuck my prick with your cunt so I can unload right up inside you! Keep doing that and I'm going to come, yeah, yeah!"

Shara pumped deliriously, driven to even higher peaks of joy by the hands that dug clawlike into her aching tits. It had been years since she'd fucked so hard and uninhibitedly. But this frenzied fucking more than made up for the wait – when she came this time, it was like the eruption of a volcano.

"Aaaaah!"

They climaxed together, thrashing and weaving on the bed. Bob's cock blasted its fresh load of cream up his mother's twisting pussy in shuddering wrenches as she careened over him, taking spurt after spurt until his balls were emptied.

Then she sank in a blissful, twitching heap beside him, more thoroughly fucked than she'd been in a long time.

"Ohhh," she groaned, hazy with lust and satisfaction. "Oh my sweet baby, that was a fuck I'll never forget! You're so good I could fuck all night. Would you like that, darling?"

"Yeah!" Bob's voice was a breathless explosion as he reached over and began to fondle and kiss his mom's pert, little tits, nuzzling her big nipples like they were a pair of sugar candies. "Oh yeah, I could fuck your pussy forever, Mom! I never want to stop!"

To her delighted astonishment Shara felt his cock stir again, already blossoming up and poking against her thighs as if to prove his words.

She laughed huskily, grasping his frantic prick in a firm grip and tugging it to full hardness once more. "Well, then, let's do just that! But I've got other places that like to be fucked too – you'll see what I mean."

She rose and scooted around on the bed, positioning herself the way she wanted. Propped up on her knees, she reached back and spread the pliant cheeks of her ass wide apart to expose her pink, glistening asshole.

"Fuck me here, honey," she purred, wiggling. "Fuck me in the ass. Shove your cock up my asshole and fuck me good. Hurry!"

Bob froze for an instant, gaping in disbelief and fascination at his mom's slick, pried-open asshole. Then her invitation cut through his daze and he was scrambling to his knees behind her.

"Is this right, Mom?"

Slipping into place, he jabbed his inflamed cocktip at the clenched little entrance. It slid and dipped, finally lodging there.

"Ah, yesss!" she hissed, squirming with horny anticipation. "Now work it in – and don't stop if I squeal a bit at first. I want your prick all the way inside me, darling, just where it ought to beeeee!"

She squealed as he nudged his prickhead between her tight ass lips and pushed them wide apart.

It had been years since Shara'd been ass-fucked. It was one of the many things Sam had given up. She'd almost forgotten the delicious mixture of initial agony and delight at having her asshole torn open to take a big, stabbing cock.

But the memory came back with the full force of Bob's weight behind it. His cockhead sank into her puckered asshole, stretching it wide and pushing up her ass as if it would never stop.

For a moment the pain was too much and she let out a scream.

But it was too late to stop what she'd begun, even if she wanted to. Bob grunted and heaved and more of his thick prick rammed into her ass. At last, gasping with the success at having his entire cock totally buried up her moist, cock-tight sheath, he began to inch his prick in and out.

"Oh my – yes honey, fuck it to me! Oh-oh God, that's killing me! Don't stop, fuck my ass hard, baby, fuck it. Fuck!"

"Ahhhh! Shit, this is great!"

He was pumping harder now, following his mother's instructions exactly and thoroughly enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her squeezing asshole. It was tighter than any pussy could ever be and almost just as wet, drenched with all the juices that had run down from her dripping cunt. The pistoning motion of his cock made wet, slurpy noises that urged him on. Soon almost the entire length of his rigid cock was pumping into her, picking up speed.

Shara whimpered ecstatically, her face buried in the bedsheets, her hips arching back in an uncurling cat-like stretch that slammed her ripped-open ass right up to her son. Within the first few strokes she was spiraling up toward orgasm for the third time that evening and that was the best of all. He pumped fast and furious and when she came it was with a shriek of utter bliss.

"Nnnnaaaahhhh!"

The whole bed shook as Bob ripped his prick into her, captivated by his mom's screams of joy.

"Commmiiinnng! Bob, fuck my ass, baby!"

Her ass thrashed wildly, plunging onto his cock with a need that seemed to suck the jizz right out of his balls. With one last, grunting lunge, Bob drove his prick home and spurted his third load of jizz up his mother's ass.

Their heaving bodies entwined with mutual orgasm, Shara locking her feet behind her son's knees and pummeling her tortured ass onto his cock to catch the streaming juice that tore deep into her.

It wasn't until he'd shot every drop up her wonderful, sucking asshole that he slumped back, chuckling happily.

"Oh… oh wow, that was, something else! Man, what an ass! You can fuck great with anything, Mom!"

Shara sighed, her ass still jutting into the air, her son's jism leaking from both her asshole and cunt.

"You're nice too, darling. Now run to bed before your father gets back. Maybe we'll relax some more tomorrow, all right?"

"Sure!"

Bob paused just long enough to take in the sight of his mother still arched in the air, luxuriating in his cum. Then he turned and trotted for bed, grinning happily.