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CHAPTER ONE

Susan Newman could hardly believe it, but she was sure Steve was jacking off.

They were sitting in the dark theater, watching a musical, with some very lovely girls prancing and dancing about in very skimpy costumes. Apparently, the costumes exposed enough of the girls' bodies to excite her son. She had to admit there was a lot of flesh to see, but certainly not enough to excite a teen into jacking off inside a movie theater.

He had his jacket over his lap, but she could see in the dim light the way it moved, and she could feel his elbow next to hers each time his fist pumped. She wasn't surprised that he jacked off, just that he was doing it in the theater.

Seeing that creamy juice spurting from their cocks had excited her very much, made her wish her cunt would do that.

It was in the bath when she discovered something else that excited her… something she had never told anyone to this day.

It had been accidental, because she had been so and because she still wasn't sure of her feelings, only that she liked them. At times, when she had to piss, it felt as if she was about to come, and vice versa. She had been feeling her cunt. She had shoved her feet up the slippery wall, then pulled her knees down toward her face. In that position, she had played with her cunt, working her fingers into it, rubbing her clit. The sensation spew from her body, and she whipped herself almost into a frenzy of ecstasy.

She thought she was about to come, but, instead, she pissed on herself.

At first she was surprised to see the golden piss spew out of her cunt, then ram back down, running over her stomach and to her tits. It was warm and felt good, and the idea of pissing this way did make her come, and she found that she could piss even as the contractions of orgasm tightened her pussy, making the hot piss squirt and stop, squirt and stop.

She pissed on herself often after that, always with her cunt high in the air, legs wide apart, sometimes with her feet straight in the air, and sometimes with her knees drawn toward her face. She experimented and learned that she had depths of passion that surprised, yet delighted, her.

Now, Susan felt her son should be able to jack off if he felt like it. She knew that no matter what she had said about it, he would jack off, and keep jacking off… until he found a place to put his cock instead of his fist.

But she was surprised that he would jack off in the theater, under his jacket, with her sitting at his side. She could understand the effect of the skimpily clad girls in the movie on his impressionable mind, although she knew there were better movies to give a guy a hard-on.

As she tried to turn her attention back to the film, Susan found her cunt becoming hot and wet. If she had worn a dress, she would have placed her jacket over her lap, pull the skirt up and played with her cunt. But she was wearing pants, skin-tight designer jeans. There was no way she could get to her cunt. She could unzip the fly, but the jeans would still be too tight to get her hand on her pussy. Still, she draped her light sweater across her lap and pushed her palm into her crotch, pressing against her cunt. She could feel the heat of her pussy through the jeans, and soon she even felt a moisture coming through them.

This is silly, she told herself. Sitting in this theater, watching this stupid film, and Steve jacking off right there while I try to rub my cunt through my fucking jeans!

She wondered what her son would do if she just sort of slipped her hand under his jacket and felt his cock. She glanced at his face, and in the dim light, she could see his desire, the hunger in his eyes as he watched the jiggling, prancing girls in the movie. She gazed at his jacket, watching it lift and fall as his fist moved on his cock. She listened to hit breathing, her left hand rubbing and pressing at the tight crotch of her jeans. The seam cut against her cunt slit and clit and she writhed her ass in the seat, her asscheeks clenching.

She leaned forward and looked at her niece Judy, who sat on the other side of Steve. Judy was absorbed in the film, her eyes wide as she stuffed popcorn into her mouth. She apparently didn't know that Steve was jacking off under his jacket. Susan wondered if her niece ever played with her cunt. She glanced at her niece's knees. Judy wore a skin, and it came halfway up her slim thighs.

Turning her attention back to her son, Susan watched his jacket move. She moaned softly as she pressed her palm harder into the crotch of her jeans, her tongue licking over her lips as arousal burned between her thighs. She wanted to sneak her hand under her son's jacket, feel what he was doing, maybe close her hand over his and help him jack his hard cock off. But if she had done that, Steve might yelp, then piss in his pants with fear and surprise. But then, she thought with a smile, he couldn't piss in his pants if his cock was out of them.

She was sure he had his cock out of his pants.

She felt her tits swell inside her blouse, felt the lips of her fiery cunt turn puffy as her clit throbbed.

I want to, she thought hotly. I want to see if his cock is out! I want to know!

Being as careful as she could, Susan slipped her hand underneath her son's jacket.

Steve, feeling it, stopped moving his fist, darting a fearful glance at his mother in the dark theater. He started to shove his cock into his pants quickly, but Susan stopped him.

"No," she hissed softly with her lips against his ear.

Steve froze, gripping his cock, afraid to look toward his mother now. Susan placed her hot palm on her son's thigh, near his crotch, and left it there for a long moment. She felt him trembling, and she squeezed his thigh.

Susan didn't move her hand toward his cock, but left it where it was, squeezing his thigh often. At the same time, she kept rubbing her other palm up and down the steamy crotch of her designer jeans.

After a moment longer, Steve began to work his fist on his cock again. He was jerking on it now very carefully.

She heard his breathing speed up, and he was beginning to gasp. She almost giggled at his attempt to keep quiet.

She knew she was going to grab his cock. She couldn't stop herself.

If Steve was shocked, or became afraid, there was nothing she could do about it – she had to feel his cock.

Sliding her hand into her son's lap, she heard him gasp. He trembled, but that was the only movement he made, his eyes frozen on the screen. She was sure he wasn't seeing those jiggling girls now, though. The tips of her fingers touched naked cock flesh, and Susan's breath taught. She was feeling her son's cock with her fingertips! There was a lurching sensation between her legs as she had an orgasm. She pressed her palm hard against the crotch of her jeans as she came. The orgasm made the crotch of her tight jeans wetter and hotter.

Very slowly, she exerted pressure against the base of her son's cock with her fingertips. She heard her son gasp, but he sat as still as he could, not looking at her. Encouraged by his lack of movement, Susan ran her fingertips on the shift of his cock, finding his fist there. With only a little effort, she pushed his hand away, then closed her fist around his cock.

She heard him groan, but at least he didn't try to shove her hand away. Gazing at the screen, Susan squeezed her son's cock, feeling it throb so hotly in her hand. She ran her thumb over the smooth, swollen head, finding his piss hole wet. She smeared the juices about the head of his cock, then began to move her fist up and down. She heard her son pant, felt his body shaking, but he sat there and let her jerk at his prick.

Susan found her cunt on fire again as she pressed her palm to the seam of her jeans. She glanced at her son's lap, watching his jacket move up and down, this time by her hand on his cock. Steve's cock was so hard, so hot, that she wanted to pound fast and hard, make him spew his come juice, squirt it out of his balls. Now she refrained from beating him fast, moving her fist up and down slowly, but with a tight grip.

She listened to his breathing increase again, and she slowed her movement, relaxing her grip, but holding his cock loosely. When his breathing calmed down, she began to stroke his cock again.

Steve scooted his ass forward, lifting his knees and bracing them on the back of the seat in front of him. Susan could jack his cock better now, and she felt, her, son had shifted his position to help her out. Delighted with his response, she squeezed his cock, making him moan softly. She turned loose of his cock and felt about his fly, then slipped her fingers into it, feeling his hot balls. She worked her hand into his pants through the fly, and with his cock throbbing along her arm, she fondled his balls. When she squeezed and twisted them gently, Steve groaned loudly.

"Shhhhh," she whispered with her lips near his ear.

Steve glanced at his mother. Susan flashed a grin at him in the darkness, her white teeth showing. She pulled her hand out of his pants and closed her fingers about his cock again, stroking up and down. Steve trembled.

"Nice, Steve," she whispered softly, pounding his cock faster. "Very nice, honey."

Steve began to breathe faster, unable to slow wiggling his hips as his mother jerked his cock.

Susan found his cock dripping copiously, the juices making his cockshaft very slippery in her hand. Now that she knew her son would accept what she was doing to him, she felt better. She allowed her passion to grow more than before. She pressed her hand hard at her crotch, rubbing up and down. Then she pulled her hand away and searched for her son's. Finding it, she pulled his hand to her lap and under her sweater. She heard her son gulp as she placed his palm between her legs, his hand tight against her crotch.

"Rub me," she whispered, and this time she ran the tip of her wet tongue against his earlobe. "Rub me, baby."

Overwhelmed because his mother had hold of his cock and had put his hand on her cunt, Steve began to rub, feeling the wet heat of his mother's cunt through her jeans. Susan pumped his cock, then pulled the zipper of her jeans down. Lifting her son's hand, she pushed his fingers as deep into her tight pants as she could. His fingers could not reach deep enough to feel her cunt. She pulled his hand out of her jeans and cupped it back at her crotch, her legs open for him. She began to pump his cock faster, pressing at the back of his hand between her thighs.

She writhed gently, feeling her cunt ripple.

Her fist flew up and down her son's cock, his jacket jerking. Steve was moaning. Susan knew he was close to coming, and she pounded at his throbbing cock eagerly.

With a grunt, almost doubling up, Steve came.

The juices flew out of his piss hole against the concealing jacket, and Susan jerked eagerly, feeling his hot come juice coat her fist. She pumped and pulled, feeling his cock spurt time and again. She was amazed at how much he came, and she wished she could watch it.

"Ohhhh," she moaned softly, her pussy coming suddenly.

She pushed her son's hand as hard as she could against her cunt, coming hard this time, not in that mild way earlier.

Steve, his cock spraying, pushed his palm hard at his mother's pussy.

As soon as it was over, Susan lifted his hand from her thighs and then placed his cock back into his pants. When she pulled her hand from under his jacket, it was smeared with his come juice. She tugged her zipper up. She brought her hand close to her face, breathing deeply, the arousing scent of her son's come juice exciting again. With a quick glance at her son, she moved her hand to her lips and began to lick his come juice from it.

She knew her son was probably blushing in the darkness now that she had taken the edge off his passion, but she wasn't bashful. Susan had never been bashful when it came to sex. She didn't mind if her son watched her lick his come juice from her hand, thinking it might give him some very nice ideas.

She sat quietly through the rest of the film, wondering what her son was thinking about. She glanced at him often, but he kept his eyes on the screen. She hoped he was ashamed, or felt guilty about it. She didn't want him to react that way. She lowered her eyes to his lap again. His jacket was still draped over it, and she found herself wishing he had another hard-on right now.

Judy had finished her popcorn, but she was still absorbed in the film. Her short skirt was higher on her slender thighs, lifted by her shifting positions.

And then Susan saw that he and niece were holding hands. She smiled, thinking of possibilities… things she had not thought about before. She saw her son, his cock hard, moving into her niece's cunt, then into her own cunt… and into her mouth and up her ass and…

The film ended.

The lights came on.

Susan had to remain sitting as the other filmgoers left. Steve and Judy waited, too, but her son seemed to have difficulty looking at her now. Steve had removed his jacket from his lap, and Susan could see the wetness on the fly of his pants. She thought how pleasant it would but if she could lick at his wet fly, taste his come juice on it, right there in the theater.

With a shrug, she stood up and moved into the aisle behind her son and niece. They were still holding hands, and she followed them from the theater, her gaze moving from her son's ass to the compact sway of Judy's hips.