Chapter 2

Jay lay on his mother's bed, flat on his back.

There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small reading light on the bulkhead.

"I want to see," she whispered.

Jay gazed at his mother. He didn't feel shy, or embarrassed. He felt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of his shorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that his mother found it fascinating.

He looked at her. Her silk gown clung to her slender body, outlining it. The top strained over her pointing tits, the lace exposing the creamy swells. He saw the shape of his mother's thighs, the way her nipples pressed at the tip. His cock jerked back and forth as he looked at her.

Shellie sat near his thighs, staring at her son's cock with smoldering eyes. She was pleased with the size, the long shaft and rounded head. She ran a hand up her son's thigh, toying with his balls.

"Beautiful," she murmured huskily. "It's very beautiful, Jay."

Her hands moved up and down his thighs, caressing his flesh. She hooked her fingers into the waist band of his shorts, and slowly dragged them down. Jay lifted his ass slightly as his mother pulled his shorts to his knees.

Shellie again gazed upon his cock, watching his young balls. They looked very full, loaded and hot. She moved her hand up his leg once more, and stroked the tips of her fingers over his balls. Jay gasped and looked down. He was breathing harshly with excitement, and Shellie was pleased with his responses to her fondling hand.

She drew one knee up, resting her chin on it as she gazed hotly at his exposed cock and balls, gently touching them. She wanted to expose herself to him, show him her juicy cunt, but was afraid that once he saw her unusually long clit he might react as his father had done. But since her pussy was bubbling with liquid fire, she pressed her other hand to her crotch, exerting pressure upon that throbbing clit-knob. When she moved her hand on her pussy, the silky gown slipped along her thigh, revealing the smooth, creamy leg to her crotch.

"Oh, Jay," she mewled, closing her fist about his cock again. "It's so hard, baby! So very hard!"

Jay watched his mother, his eyes darting from her thigh to the hand that was now rubbing up and down her crotch. He wanted to see his mother's cunt. It was exciting to watch her rubbing between her legs as she pumped his cock. For his first experience with a girl, it was plenty for Jay. No one other than himself had touched his cock, and he enjoyed his mother's hot fist around it.

"Ohhh, baby, I'd love to make you come," Shellie whispered hotly, squeezing his cock very hard. "I'd love to make you come this way!"

She sat on his right side, her right hand moving up and down his cock. She parted her long legs wide, but kept the other knee up and her chin on it. She rubbed at her cunt through the gown, breathing forcefully, her tits lifting and falling. Jay squirmed his hips, unable to remain still beneath the stroking fist of his mother.

"Oh, yes," she mewled. "Move, honey! Move all you want. I know you can't be still when it feels so good."

Jay was moaning softly now, his hips twisting as his mother's fist moved up and down his cock. Shellie sat with her legs opened, her palm moving, feeling the wet heat of her cunt coming through the thin gown. Her fist moved faster, and her palm rubbed with increasing speed. She writhed her ass on the bed, whimpering as she jacked her son's cock. There was something especially erotic about him lying there on his back with those shorts stretched at his knees.

She licked her lips, tasting the wetness from kissing his cock as he sat on his bunk. She felt the urge to lower her face, kiss it again, lick at the head, swirl her tongue around it and lap his piss hole. She resisted the urge, not wanting to startle her son with such a thing. She rubbed her pussy, excited because he was watching her do it, and she pumped at his throbbing cock with her other hand. One of her thighs was completely exposed to her hip, and Jay gazed at the inner flesh.

Jay moaned. "Oh, Mom, you're doing it too fast!"

With a lewd giggle, Shellie pounded faster on his cock, her fist flying up and down, smacking at the base with a soft sound. Then she twisted her palm around the wet head, closed her fingers about the shaft, and jerked vigorously again.

"It's not so fast, honey," she whispered. "Your cock will squirt for Mother, won't it? I can make your cock squirt, can't I?"

"If you keep going that fast, you will!"

He lifted his hips as his mother came down, and lowered them when she pulled upward, making fucking thrusts at her fist. He couldn't prevent the movement. Her fist felt so good on his cock.

So excited to be jacking her son's cock off, Shellie had shoved her hand beneath her lifted gown. Now she was working a finger into her cunt, then up over her swollen clit into her cunt again.

Jay stared at her exposure, seeing her finger moving into her pussy, the thick, silky hair, and part of her clit. He watched her finger stab into the pink wetness of her cunt, eyes bulging with excitement.

Shellie's finger made wet sounds as she finger-fucked herself, while her other hand was beating frantically on her son's cock. She twisted and writhed her ass at the mattress, gasping and whimpering with boiling hunger. Her fist banged furiously at his hard cock, making his balls jiggle. Her finger rammed in and out of her cunt, and then she drew it up to her long clit. She rubbed her slippery wet finger about the inflamed tip with as much frenzy as she jerked Jay's prick.

"Oh, show me, Jay! Let Mother see you squirt! Oh, darling, come! Let it go, baby! Shoot it in the air!"

A soft scream bubbled from her throat and she rammed her finger hard and deep up her cunt, holding it there. Her eyes glazed and she shivered, squeezing his cock desperately.

"Ohhh, I came!" she gasped. "My God, I came, Jay!"

Jay's eyes were big as he stared at his mother's finger up her cunt. He wanted to see more of her pussy, but her hand covered it except for hair along the side.

"Now, you!" she hissed, and began to jerk his cock hard and fast with short, jerking pumps of her fist. "You're going to come, too! I'm going to make you come, Jay!"

Jay grunted and arched his hips upward as his mother's hand flew up and down his cock.

Shellie watched his prick with hot eyes, her finger still buried in her pussy, but not moving. Her cunt was squeezing at her finger, and her long clit burned at her palm. She moved her fist up and down her son's cock almost desperately.

"Come, Jay!" she urged in a husky voice. "It's your turn, baby! Let Mother see you come! Squirt it, Jay, squirt it!"

Jay was struggling, his uplifted hips twisting. His balls became very tight, and drew up at the base of his cock.

"Mom, I'm about to... to come!" he shouted.

"Yes!" Shellie cried out. "Come for me! Come for Mother!"

Shellie's eyes stared at her son's piss hole, watching it flare open and drip, the head bulging smoothly. She felt her son's cock throb with more power, and she waited anxiously to see his cum juice gush from it.

Jay's cock erupted.

"Ahhh, baby!" Shellie gurgled, seeing the thick cum juice spurt high into the air, splashing back down on her wrist. She pumped as he came, and the cum juice squirted time and again, going high, spattering her lower arm, his thighs, his stomach. "God, Jay! Oooh, come hard! Sweet, sweet cum!"

Time and again his cock gushed, coming more than Shellie suspected. By the time he finished, her lower arm and fist were glistening with the slippery cum juice, and his thighs and stomach looked coated.

With a grunt of pleasure, Jay let his ass fall to the bed, but Shellie kept her tight grip on his cock, feeling it relax. Her eyes were bright, and her face was radiant with excitement. She licked her lips, and when his cock was soft in her hand, she turned it loose. She leaned forward on her hands and knees and kissed her son on his mouth, writhing her full lips against his with a soft, purring sound.

"Don't go away," she whispered as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

The small bathroom was a feet away, and she slipped into it, leaving the door open. The small reading light on the bulkhead gave just enough illumination for Jay to watch his mother. She ran water over a cloth, and then came back to him. She washed the cum juice from his thighs and stomach, then gently washed his cock and balls, squeezing them tenderly and with a great deal of affection, smiling at her son.

"Did you like that, honey?" she asked softly.

Jay nodded, grinning up at her.

"It's better than doing it for yourself, isn't it?"

"It sure is, Mom," he agreed, watching her as she used the cloth to clean her arm and hand.

She leaned down and kissed his mouth once more, then returned to the small bathroom. Again she left the door open, but stood facing her son. She lifted her gown to her hips, and sat on the toilet. Jay stared at her, his eyes seeing the thrust of her pointed tits, the creamy flesh of her thighs. Then he heard her pissing, and he giggled.

"It isn't funny," she said. "I've heard you pissing in here a lot, you know. And... I saw you piss over the deck earlier."

Jay flushed lightly.

"Oh, don't act embarrassed," she said. "You knew I was there, that I might not be dozing. You're so damned innocent, you know, baby."

Shellie tore a few squares of paper, then changed her mind and tossed the paper into the small waste basket. She stood, and for a moment held the nylon about her hips, allowing her son to stare at the silky hair of her cunt.