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CHAPTER TWO

Susan didn't understand why she had jerked her son off in the darkened movie theater. But she knew she wanted to hold his cock again.

She wanted to play with it, stroke it, run her palm up and clown it, squeeze it… kiss it.

Oh, yes, kiss it!

To feel his cock against her lips, brushing back and forth, to feel that smooth cock head on her mouth. She shivered as she toweled her naked body, thinking about it. To simply put the tip of her tongue against the smooth head of his cock, to perhaps run her tongue over his piss hole, that slit which had become so juicy… Susan's nipples became stiff. She stood and looked at them in the mirror.

Thumbing her nipples, she made a soft purring sound as they became harder under her stimulation. She then became aware of the throbbing wetness between her thighs. Sliding her fingers through the thick patch of her silky cunt hair, she probed tenderly at her clit. Her eyes closed dreamily as she rubbed along the slit of her cunt.

"That's enough, Susan," she whispered to reflection. "You're only making yourself frustrated."

Walking from her bathroom, she stood at the foot of her bed, pulling her short gown over her head. She never wore anything other than a short gauzy gown to bed, and often not even that.

Swan was a tall woman, slender in shape, but with lovely, rounded tits that jutted in tantalizing boldness from her chest. She had shoulderlength brown hair, brown eyes, and a full, moist mouth. She was pleased with her body, her figure. She was perfectly taped for the designer jeans and sensual dresses she wore. Her hips were rounded and she had long legs. Her ass was shapely and tight, teasing the eye with a slight, natural sway of her hips.

She was a single parent and she loved it.

Living with Steve, the two of them alone, seemed to give her more satisfaction than being married. She didn't really miss having a man around. She felt self-reliant, capable enough. Steve was no trouble. He had always been an outgoing teen, exuberant and close to her. Kissing and hugging had come naturally to them, and still was. Unlike most teens Steve's age, he enjoyed it when his mother grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

With only her short gown on, she left her room and walked in the darkness through the house, making sure it was closed and locked up for the night. She paused in the kitchen long enough to get herself a drink of ice water. She was sipping the water when she caught a flash of white. Thinking it was her son, but curious as to why he had run away when he found her in the kitchen, she moved quickly to the door and looked down the hallway.

It was Judy.

Susan watched her niece race into the room, but she had seen enough to know that her niece was in her panties only – the white she had seen.

Susan smiled as she returned to her room. The thought of her son catching a glimpse of that pretty ass wearing nothing but panties amused her.

She had no sooner climbed into her bed when the sound of feet in the hall came to her. Since her bedroom door was left open as usual, she watched her son go past. She smiled. He was wearing jockey shorts, the only thing he slept in at night.

Before she could consider what she was doing, Susan kicked the sheets off and was out of bed, going down the hallway after her son.

Steve was getting water from the refrigerator, and she stood staring at his back. It was as if she had never seen him wearing just those shorts before. Susan's pulses suddenly began to pound, and tremors of desire began to burn up and down her flesh. Her tits swelled as her nipples became stiff again. There was a throbbing in her cunt, an enlargement of her clitoris.

She moved up behind her son.

When her arms went around him, Steve jumped, almost dropping the glass of water.

Susan squeezed her son against her body. He lifted his head and looked up at her.

"Mom! You scared me!"

"I didn't mean to, honey," she said softly, kissing the top of his head as she hugged his chest. Her warm tits against his neck. She was trembling as she pressed her body against his, holding him tight.

Steve let his mother hug him as tight as she wanted. The glass in his hand shook, and Susan took it, placing it on the sink.

"You don't want to drop that, baby," she said in a low voice, hugging him again. "Steve, about the movie…"

She felt him tremble.

"I mean, doing what I did in the movie," she corrected. "I don't know why, but I knew what you were doing, and just… you know."

"It's okay, Mom," he said, his voice as low as hers.

"It is?"

"Sure, I enjoyed it."

"You did?"

"Better than doing it myself," Steve replied.

"Oh, baby!" Susan murmured, sliding her right hand down slowly to his quivering stomach.

She heard his intake of breath, but he didn't move away from her. She slipped her left hand down until her fingers touched, holding his stomach. She wanted to pull his ass back against her, press it against her pussy hard.

"You feel so good close to me, Steve," Susan whispered. "I love how you feel close to me, darling."

"Yeah, Mom," he replied, a soft moan in his words.

Susan held her breath, then dipped her hand downward.

"Oh, my!" she gasped, feeling his hard-on through his shorts. "What's this, baby?"

Steve giggled and writhed as his mother pressed her palm against his cock. Susan rubbed the length of it, feeling the wonderful heat of it burn against her hand. When her son failed to protest, she curled her fingers about his cock as best she could through his shorts, squeezing his cock.

"Ohhhh!" Steve moaned, pressing the back of his head against his mother's tits.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh, it feels real good, Mom!"

Squeezing his cock with her right hand, Susan lowered her left to his crotch, cupping his balls. She squeezed his cock and very tenderly his balls. She felt her son shaking, and when she moved a thumb over the head of his cock, she felt wetness oozing through the cloth of his shorts.

"Do it again, Mom!" he gasped, pushing his cock and balls against her hands. "Please, Mom, do it again for me?"

"Oh, yes!" Susan squealed softly, sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts.

She closed her fist around his cock. She moved her fist, pumping his cock inside his shorts, still clutching his hot balls with her left hand. Her cunt steamed wetly, her clit becoming painfully inflamed.

Listening to her son's gurgles of pleasure, she turned his balls loose and pulled her hand around to his ass. Cupping an asscheek, she squeezed, her tight hand moving back and forth in short, slow jerking movements, his cock throbbing sweetly. She was going to jack him off again, and she was delighted that Steve wanted it more than he had in the movie theater. He was moving his hips now, working them to the rhythm of her fist, his ass clenching in her other palm.

"Do you like to do it for me, Mom?" Steve moaned.

"Oh, baby? I love doing it for you," she breathed hotly. "You feel so hard, so hot. Oh, yes, baby… mother loves doing it for you!"

"I… I saw, Mom. In the movie… what you done," Steve said. "I mean, with your… your tongue."

Susan paused in her stroking. "Saw what?"

"Licking your hand," Steve answered, his voice low.

"You weren't supposed to notice that," she replied, stroking his cock again. "I thought it was too dark."

"It's too dark in here, too," he replied.

"Are you saying you want a light on?"

"Would it be okay, Mom?" he asked. "I mean, so I can watch you do it for me."

"I don't see why not," Susan said breathlessly. "Watching is a lot of fun."

She pulled away from her son and stepped the short distance to the wall switch. The kitchen was lit suddenly, but not with a harsh glow. She looked at her son as he turned to face her, her eyes on his crotch. His cock was elongated toward the left, hard in his shorts, with a little wet spot where his piss hole pushed.

But it was Steve who gasped. He had never seen his mother so exposed before. He had seen her in a robe, or wrapped in a towel, but never in such a flimsy, transparent gown that failed to cover the silky bush of her pussy hair, or her titties with those stiff nipples showing.

He gaped, eyes big, his cock visibly jerking in his shorts.

Susan stood a few feet from him, hands hanging at her sides, watching his expression. She knew this was the first time her son had seen a woman so exposed, at least a real one. He may have seen pictures, but she didn't know that.

Almost unconsciously, she lifted her shoulders and drew them back, inking her shapely titties thrust more. Steve ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes moved about his mother's body, up and down, from her tits to her knees. His fascination was obvious in the heat of his eyes, the way his cock throbbed. Susan was pleased her son found her exciting.

Susan's eyes burned on the bulge of her son's cock. She swallowed, knowing what she was going to do, knowing there was no way she could resist it now. Feeling him in the darkness, jacking it without seeing it… that was one thing, but now she could see his hardness, and his cock was having an effect on her that was overpowering. Her cunt was steaming, and she felt the slippery juices sliding very slowly along her inner thighs. She had always been juicy. Her cunt, when she was aroused, was so juicy, it was almost embarrassing.

Steve pushed his shorts down, just beneath his balls. Susan could hardly breathe as she stared at him. His cock was standing upward, very hard, the head smooth and swollen. She saw his tiny slit of a piss hole, and watched as a bead of his juice formed on it. His balls were not overly large, but they were full of juice. And… he was almost totally devoid of hair on his cock and balls.

On Steve's part, he could see the soft hair of his mother's cunt below the short bottom of her gown, and the rest of it showed in a shadow like softness through her transparent gown. It was wide at the top, narrowing to her crotch and between her thighs. He stared at it, making soft gulping sounds.

"Baby," Susan whispered, moving toward her son. "God, baby, that's so hard! You're beautiful, Steve. So beautiful and hard and…"

"Ooooh, you look ready, honey!"

"Do it again, Mom!" he gasped. "Please, do it to me again."

Susan grasped her son's cock hard, making her son moan in delight. She looked down at it, watching the head bulge, his piss hole widen as juice seeped from it. She lifted her eyes, barely seeing his face through the film of her passion.

"I can do something that will feel better," she whispered, running her tongue over her lips.

"I know, Mom," he groaned.

"Oh, you do?"

He nodded his hand, his body trembling, his eyes riveted upon her jutting tits.

"Well, if you know…" Susan bent her knees, lowering herself before her son, still clinging to his cock with a tight hand.

Kneeling before him, she found her head was still above his cock. Steve, his legs shaking, placed his hands on his mother's shoulders, watching her face.

Susan glanced up at her son. "I can do a lot of things that feel better than… jacking you off."

"I know," he said again in that strained voice. "I mean, I've never done… you know, anything, Mom. But I know…"

"I know," she purred, squeezing his cock hard to make the head bulge as big as possible. She watched juices drip from his piss hole, and then darted her tongue quickly against it. She licked away the juices, tasting her son. "You know what I'd like to do to you, don't you, Steve?"

He nodded. "You wanna put it in your mouth."

"I do," she said, a soft sob on her voice. "I do want to put it in my mouth, darling!"

"You wanna give me a blowjob, Mom?"

Susan looked up at him again, and a wanton giggle came from her. "Yes, Steve. I want to give you a blowjob!"

"Oh, yeah, Mom!"

"Horny little shit," she said with affection, then circled the head of his cock with her hot, wet tongue.

She felt her son tremble, her eyes tilted up to watch his face. His fingers dug into her shoulders, his eyes blazing with eagerness.

"Where you heard all that, I don't care," she said softly, bushing the wet head of her son's cock across her lips. "I don't care about anything but you, honey. And… this hard-on."

"Suck me, Mom!" Steve grunted, trying to push his cock into his mother's mouth. "Come on, suck me!"

"Nmmmm, with pleasure," Susan gurgled, sliding her tongue about his cock, still gripping it with her fist.

She circled her tongue around and around the smooth head, then lapped up the juices coming of his piss hole. Her eyes glazed as she tasted him. She placed her lips over the tip of her son's cock, sucking it as her tongue flicked up and down, as if she were trying to get it into his piss hole. Steve was holding his breath, clutching his mother's shoulders tightly, watching her with big, hot eyes.

Sliding her hand to the base of his cock, her other hand cupping the cheek of his ass, Susan followed her hand with her lips. The hardness sliding into her mouth sent her cunt into spasms of ecstasy, and she almost came. The prick in her mouth excited her more than any other time she had sucked cock. Her lips stretched, but she had room inside her mouth to use her tongue, and she did.

When her lips touched her fingers, she pulled her hand away, and smashed her lips against the base of her son's cock. The smooth head of his cock almost reached her throat. She made a muffled whimper of pleasure, pushing her tongue at his cock so she could feel it on the roof of her mouth. Holding her son's cock deeply, she dug her fingers into the tight cheek of his ass, her other hand cupping his full, hot balls.

She tried to keep her eyes open, wanting to watch her son's face, but her ecstasy was too intense. She closed them. She drew back on her son's cock, her lips tight, creating as much suction as she could, her tongue pressing. She pulled her lips to the head, then swirled her tongue about it. Gulping his cock deeply into her mouth again, she turned loose of his balls and shoved her hand to his ass. Cupping both cheeks of his ass while on her knees in front of him, Susan began to suck her son's cock hungrily, her head moving back and forth, her lips never leaving it, her tongue never still.

She wished her son would say something, talk to her, but all he was doing was moaning and groaning. His hips moved in time with her mouth, pushing forward as she darted her face to him, then pulling back as she sucked along the length of his very hard, very hot cock.

Steve's throat was dry and tight, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother's mouth wrapped about his cock, sucking on it. What he was feeling, what he was seeing, filed his body and mind with sensations he had so far only dreamed of.

Susan purred, sliding her lips off his cock. She ran them up and down the shaft, from the base to the head, then used the flat surface of her tongue on it, licking his cock. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at his face. Her dark eyes twinkled with smoldering passion. She caressed his cock along her cheek, purring with desire.

"So sweet," Susan purred. "So hard and hot and sweet! Is it good, baby? Do you like it? Do you want mother to make you come… this way?"

Steve nodded, unable to speak.

"With my mouth?"

Again he nodded.

"Ohhhh, yes?" Susan cried out, then swallowed her son's cock again, taking it as deep as she could, then trying for more.

Her lips nibbled at the base, her tongue twisting. She could almost get the swollen head into her throat.

Clutching the cheeks of his naked ass, Susan began to devour her son's cock. She sucked back and forth wantonly, making soft sounds of rapture. Darting her mouth back and forth, she was fucking his cock more than sucking it, although she created as much suction as she could, which was plenty.

She moved his hands, placing one palm on her cheek, the other at the back of her head. When she had his hands in place, she again clutched his naked ass tightly. Susan began to suck and gobble her son's cock in a frenzy now. The feel of his hands on her head and cheek made her feel as if he were helping. Her ass twitched as she sucked at his prick, and her cunt was like a river, the insides of her thighs slipped, and she rubbed them together.

Steve's breathing was coming in hot pants now, and he was darting his hips back and forth. He held her head, pulling his mother's face forward.

Susan squeezed his ass and jerked him to her mouth. She was making wet sounds as she sucked, but she didn't care. She was sucking her son's hot, hard cock and that was all that mattered right now. The powerful jerking of his cock inside her mouth was creating a painful hardness in her clit and she wanted to get something in her cunt, but she sensed her son was nearing discharge, and there was no way she wanted to lose that thick, sweet juice. She wanted it in her mouth, spraying over her tongue, burning down her throat. She wanted to gobble up his come juice desperately.

"Mom! Ohhh, Mom!"

The sound of his voice sent a wild tremor through her body. She dug her fist into the cheeks of his ass hard, and, as his cock throbbed with increasing power, she rammed her lips to the base, working her tongue.

"I'm gonna do it, Mom!" Steve grunted in a thick voice. "I gotta do it now, Mom!"

The only reply Susan made was to suck harder and faster.

With a moaning cry, Steve jerked her head forward, crushing his mother's face into his cock, and the first squirt drenched her throat.

Susan's eyes rolled with ecstasy behind her closed lids, and she dug passionately into his tight shaking ass, her fingers clawing into his ass crack as she pulled him tightly to her face. The rapid gushes of his come juice flooded into her mouth, and she swallowed as fast as she could. But like in the theater, he came copiously. Hot, sugary come juice seeped from her mouth as she tried to swallow it all. Her body burned with passion, and her cunt clenched, the hairy lips drawing in tightly as the ecstatic ripples of orgasm throbbed about her knotted clit. She was coming hard, very, very hard. She gulped at the spraying juices from her son's balls and cock, clinging to his ass.

When her son finished, she refused to let him go, holding his cock inside her mouth, feeling it deflate slowly. She worked her tongue about his prick as she felt him shaking.

"Can I take it out now, Mom?" he asked, his voice weak.

Susan slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, settling her ass on her heels. Her beautiful face was radiant with pleasure as she smiled at her son. Steve leaned against the refrigerator, weak. He saw his mother's face, the glistening fuck juice on her chin.

"Did you… did you like it, Mom?" he asked.

Susan nodded her head, unable to trust her voice at the moment.

"Did you… you know, do it, too?"

"Did I come, you mean?" she asked softly, her voice breaking. "Yes, baby, I came too."

"Oh wow!"

Susan pulled his shorts up, adjusting them over his cock and balls. She gave his balls a gentle pat. "You're not sorry?"

"No way, Mom!"

Susan pushed her face at his crotch, kissing his prick through his shorts.

"Go to bed," she whispered.