Chapter 29

Wendy was up early the following morning, an excitement coursing through her body with the image of her son's hard cock throbbing in front of her, flashing in her mind. She could taste his sweet juice on her lips; feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, shooting his thick cum down her throat. Her body shivered with the wantonness of what she had done--a mother sucking her own son's cock.

She was standing at the kitchen counter in her bathrobe when two arms wrapped around her waist, startling her. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder and saw her son Blake smiling back at her.

"Good morning sweety," Wendy said without a hint of regret for what she had done.

"Good morning mom," Blake responded, pulling his mother tightly to him as his lips moved to the back of her neck to peck tiny kisses along her hair line.

"Oh God honey, we can't, the girls could come down any minute," Wendy protested weekly, feeling chills run up and down her spine.

Blake worked his hands up and slid them inside his mother's robe, taking a large soft breast in each hand. He moaned with his mother as his hands squeezed the soft flesh, lifting each tit as if to test their weight. It took only seconds for his young cock to harden in his shorts and press against his mother's soft ass cheeks. He turned his reluctant mother around to face him, pushing her robe open to reveal her now heaving breasts. Blake looked into his mother's eyes for an instant then dropped his eyes to her exposed breasts. Again his hands captured his mother's breasts, his fingers pulling on the now hard nipples.

Wendy stood shivering, unable to stop her son as his hands played with her breasts. From her lips came a whimper, almost a cry as her son pulled her to him, pressing his bare chest to hers. She could feel his cock pressing to her panty-covered pussy, the heat of it radiating to her body. Wendy closed her eyes as her son's lips met hers, his tongue pushing into her willing mouth.

Blake reached forward, his lips still locked to hers, and pulled harshly on her panties, forcing them high on her waist, the crotch splitting her now wet pussy lips.

Wendy moaned in excitement as the crotch of her panties opened her pussy and rubbed her rapidly swelling clit. Her hips began to rock back and forth, sawing the rough material back and forth between her lips. "Oh God Blake, stop please," Wendy pleaded as if she had no control over what her son was doing to her. "The girls... they will be here any minute."

"I have to have you mom, you are driving me crazy," Blake whined as his mother pulled away from his embrace.

"Later sweety, after your sisters are gone. I think they are both going to the lake today, then I'm all yours," Wendy said with lust in her voice.

"You promise?" Blake said.

"Promise," Wendy answered and kissed her son on his lips quickly then pulled her robe closed, leaving the panties buried deep between her pussy lips.

Blake was still standing in front of his mother when Sandy walked in. He sensed someone behind him. His eyes went wide when he realized that he could not turn around with his cock tenting his pants. His mother helped him out by stepping around him and adjusting plates on the table. Blake quickly walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door as if he were looking for something.

"Hi sweety," Wendy said quickly to Sandy, her breathing still faster then normal, her face flushed.

"Uh, hi mom," Sandy said, her eyes showing that she recognized that something in the room was not quite right.

"You're going to the lake today with Jenny aren't you?" Wendy asked as she turned and walked back to the stove. She could almost hear her pussy squishing on the stretch of material between her swollen pussy lips.

"Yea, but I thought Blake was going too?" Sandy answered.

"He was," Wendy said thinking fast, "but I have some chores around the house that I want him to do."

"Ah mom," Blake said, turning from the fridge with a bottle of orange juice, his cock almost back to normal.

"Don't 'ah mom' me young man, you promised that you would clean the garage today," Wendy said in a motherly tone.

"Alright, but I am going tomorrow."

"Deal," Wendy said, thinking she had fooled her daughter with their little act. "Pancakes for everyone?" Wendy said and turned to place a large stack of hot pancakes on the table.

Jenny came bounding into the room, her face bright with excitement over going to the lake. She was always like a little tornado, bubbly, bright and rambunctious. "Hi guys, hi mom," she said and pulled up a chair and reached for a stack of pancakes.

Wendy finished cooking the last batch of pancakes and sat at the table across from Blake. She had just begun to eat when she was startled as a foot touched her leg. She looked over and squinted her eyes at Blake. His head was down, eating but there was a smile on his face. Wendy sat tensely as she felt the bare foot move up her leg, forcing itself between her closed knees. Again she looked at her son and pursed her lips, trying to show disapproval, yet her legs slowly opened, allowing his foot to move higher. Almost without conscious thought, Wendy pushed down slightly until her son's toe touched her now sopping pussy, still split open by her panties.

Blake couldn't believe it; here he was with his sisters all around him and his toe was pushing between his beautiful mother's pussy lips. He could feel the wetness of his mother's pussy as her juice coated his squirming toe.

Sandy looked over at her mother, then at Blake. She knew something was going on between the two of them yet she thought that it couldn't possibly be what she was thinking. The two of them had been acting strange for several days now. Deep inside, Sandy was jealous. She could see the attention Blake was getting from her mom and she felt left out.

Something was different about her mom Sandy thought. There was the incident several weeks ago with Tracy. The two of them seemed to be a little too close. When she had walked out back, it looked a lot like they had just finished kissing. Sandy wasn't sure but she thought she had seen Tracy's hand on her mother's thigh on the sofa that night as well. A little shiver ran though her as she thought of Tracy kissing her mom and her hand on her pussy. Now Blake and her mom seemed to have something going on too.

Sandy had denied it for so long but now she had to admit to herself that she wanted her mom's love, not the normal mother daughter love, but physical love, the kind of love that only two women can know. Sandy wasn't a virgin, Billy Joe and her had had sex plenty of times, yet she yearned for the softer touch of a woman, the soft lips and tender kisses only a woman could give, a woman like her mother. Her pussy gave a little quiver and juice began to fill her panties.

"Blake, as soon as you are finished breakfast, I want you in the garage," Wendy said.

Blake's eyes got wide with surprise; his mother was actually going to make him work. He hadn't expected to actually have to do chores. "But mom," he whined.

"No but's young man, you have chores to do," Wendy said with a sweet smile, figuring she would get a little work out of him.

Jenny smiled and said, "Blakie has chores to do, Blakie has chores to do."

"Shut up brat, or I'll make you help me," Blake said with a smile, waving his fork at his sister.

Jenny stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Blake had been working in the garage for several hours when the door opened and his mom stepped out carrying a couple of glasses of lemonade. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that his mom had put on a pair of skintight short shorts and a low cut tube top. Her tits were bouncing free, the nipples poking through the stretched material, her pussy lips outlined by the tight crotch of her shorts. "God mom," he choked out.

"You like your old mom in this outfit," Wendy said and turned around to show him the rear view.

"Oh my God," Blake said, his eyes as wide a saucers, staring at his mother's ass, barely covered by her pink short shorts.

The shorts were so short that the rear seam rode up into Wendy's ass crack, separating her cheeks and exposing most of the lower portion of her ass.

"Oh God mom," Blake said again, his cock springing to attention.

"You seem to have a very limited vocabulary this afternoon young man," Wendy teased.

"Uh... what about the girls?" Blake asked looking at the door to the kitchen.

"There're gone," Wendy said with a lusty smile then turned and bent over to sit the lemonade on the workbench, staying in that position much longer then necessary. She looked over her shoulder and waved her sexy ass at her son, his wide-eyed excitement causing her pussy juice to wet the crotch of her shorts.

Blake moved forward as if in a trance until he could touch his mother's ass. His trembling hands smoothed the soft cotton covering her ass cheeks, his fingers tracing the line of the elastic seam. Suddenly his hands pushed up into the stretched material, squeezing his mother's soft ass flesh.

Wendy moaned as her son played with her ass. Her knees almost buckled as his fingers found her crack and separated the cheeks then sliding down slowly toward her little asshole. She saw bright lights behind her closed eyes as his finger moved across the tiny star causing her to squeeze her cheeks together. Wendy stood up quickly, forcing Blake to remove his hands. She took her son into her arms and hugged him to her breasts as their lips met in a wildly passionate kiss. Wendy could feel her son's hard cock pressing to her stomach like it was going to burn through their clothes. She wanted, no needed that cock in her soon or she would go crazy.

"Oh God Blake," Wendy said, her voice heavy with excitement.

"Mom, I've got to have you," Blake said in a horse whisper as he pressed himself into his mother's crotch.

"Soon sweety," Wendy answered as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cloth-covered cock. She felt it throb in her hand, ready to spit his juice. Wendy had no intention of wasting that precious juice by letting him cum in his pants. She pulled away from her groaning son and said, "Finish up in here then take a shower and come to my room." Wendy turned and walked toward the door, swaying her ass at her trembling son.

Neither one of them saw Sandy peeking through the garage window as she stood hidden between two large bushes with her hand inside her shorts. She let out a moan of frustration as she saw her mom and brother part. Her body was shaking with excitement.

Blake rushed to finish cleaning the garage, and then hurried to the shower. He couldn't believe what he was about to do with his own mother. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would fuck his mother. But that was what he was about to do. He had dreamed about it so many times as he jerked his cock off into her sweet smelling panties. There were many times when he had worn her soiled panties to school, believing he could smell his mother all day, his own cum dried in the crotch.

Blake opened the door to his mother's bedroom. Nothing, not even his fantasies, could have prepared Blake for the site of his mother standing by the window in a thin emerald green robe. Her back was turned to him, the sunlight streaming through her almost transparent robe. He could see the outline of her beautiful forty-year-old body, still trim at the waist, a little broader at the hips. He stopped in his tracks and stared, his cock stretching down the leg of his underwear, dripping juice on his thigh.