Chapter 1

Sheila Davis smoothed her hands down over her silken sides and rested them on her naked hips, smiling seductively and admiring herself in her full-length mirror. She felt silly standing there all alone in her bedroom and practicing the comely smile that she had steadfastly refused to use on a man for three miserable and fuckless years, but she had been seized by the urge to see herself at her luscious best again, and the urge had been much too powerful to resist.

Sheila had managed somehow to cram her huge tits into a tiny bikini top, although the overflow of yielding tit-flesh was almost obscene. She had left her bottom off, not that the skimpy garment would have covered much of her beautiful ass anyway. She felt seductive as she stood there half naked, her tits barely covered, looking at her furry dark-haired cunt. She shook her head and tossed her long soft black hair until it fell over her naked shoulders and cascaded over her barely-covered bulging breasts.

Sheila was amazed to discover that her sensuality seemed to be coming to life again after three years of no cock. She knew what had triggered her sudden reawakening. Her sixteen-year-old son Terry was with her again after a three-year absence, and it was he who had caused the itch of lust to stir her pussy.

Sheila had felt herself coming to life again after such a long and restless sleep the moment she had seen her son striding down the ramp at the airport three weeks earlier. She felt herself being slowly consumed by the intense heat of her naked lust for her son.

As much as Sheila hated to admit it, she knew deep down inside her that she was wildly in love with her handsome young son. She knew how dirty and depraved her love for him was, knew perfectly well that her love for the boy went far beyond a mother's natural love for her only child. Her pussy positively blazed with passion for the boy.

Sheila always felt dizzy whenever he was near her. At times she could hardly breathe when he paraded around the beach house in various degrees of undress. She had almost fainted on several occasions when he had flashed his cunt-melting young grin at her.

Sheila had caught herself staring at the big soft-looking bulge of Terry's crotch the moment she had seen him leave the plane at the airport, and had been immediately filled with shame at her lewd behavior.

So far she knew that Terry hadn't noticed her ogling at his cock. He was so tall, so muscular, so handsome, and he moved with such controlled power that she felt her cunt warming whenever he was near her.

Sheila had lived without a man, and without her son, for far too long, but it had been necessary under the circumstances, and she somehow knew that Terry understood and forgave her for his three years without a mother.

Sheila had been too unstable after her stormy divorce from her husband Blake to devote to her son the time and attention she had known Terry would need at such a sensitive time in his life.

At the urging of friends and relatives, she had sent Terry off to the Bradford School for Boys for three years. Terry had grown to young manhood in the three years at Bradford. She had given them a sensitive and confused thirteen-year-old boy and they had returned a young stud in his place. At sixteen he was the perfect image of his father, whom Sheila still loved in spite of herself. She was filled now with the urge to mother the child she had missed for so long.

She saw in the boy all of Blake's good qualities and none of the bad. He had Blake's boldness, but not the cruel streak that had gone with it. Her son knew how to flash his boyish grin and make a girl's heart flutter, and he knew that if he could make a girl's heart flutter he could make her cunt flutter too. Blake had had that same cunt-warming grin, but had used it far too often on far too many other women.

Sheila had had ample opportunity to observe her son's way with girls. In the three weeks since he had been home he had already managed to sweep a beautiful young girl off her feet and into his arms. Sheila knew that Bradford was an extremely liberal school, so liberal in fact that it was often the object of heated social criticism.

Of course she had no idea what sexual liberties the male students at Bradford actually took with the girls at Carleton, an all-girl institution only a stone's throw from Bradford, but she did know that those liberties had been taken often enough to teach her son more than the fundamentals of fucking. She knew these things because she had watched Terry putting into practice the things he had learned in his three years at Bradford.

She had watched her son fucking on the beach!

She flushed when she thought about how dirty her spying was. But she hadn't been able to resist watching Terry and his girl friend Wendy on the sandy beach. She had been spying on them for several days now, and the more she watched the hotter her lust for her son had become.

As she stood before her mirror and admired her naked form, she began to realize that Wendy really wasn't any more attractive than she was, although the girl was sixteen and Sheila was thirty-six. The years had been good to Sheila, at least physically. She still had what it took to excite men. She still had the huge free-flowing tits that her husband had loved to lift and fondle so lustily. She still had the gently sloping thighs that hid the fuzzy nest of her fragrant and responsive cunt, the thighs that Blake had loved to stroke, the cunt that he had loved to fuck.

She had everything it took to captivate a man, if only she could bring herself to try again after such a painful divorce experience.

When she thought of the joys she had experienced in Blake's bed, her cunt began to moisten between her slightly spread legs. She had to have cock now! She had to feel something rubbing against her clit and the tender lips of her pussy! She had to have something in her cunt, even if it was her own fingers!

She held her breath and reached down between her long lithe legs, stroking the mound of her cunt. She felt her pussy tingling inside as her fingertips stimulated the sensitive flesh. Her cunt began to twitch as her fingers played over her pussy-flesh.

She had to see Terry and Wendy! She couldn't wait another minute. She ran to her dresser and removed the binoculars she had been using for her spying, still pressing the fingers of one hand against her moistening cuntlips. Hardly able to breathe, she ran into the living room and sat herself on the sofa in front of her huge picture window. The view of the ocean was always breathtaking, but now her breath was taken away by a wilder and even more awe-inspiring sight. She had found them!

Sheila had known just about where to point her binoculars.

Terry and Wendy usually fucked in the same spot on a big bright orange beach blanket, which was easy enough to find on the white sand of the beach. Sheila's beach house was far enough away from the other houses in the area to afford Terry and Wendy enough privacy for their hot-fucking activities, although she somehow got the impression that privacy was the farthest thing from their horny minds.

Wendy was a hot-assed little cunt, and Sheila knew it. Sheila was a bit jealous of her too, although she tried to hide her true feelings. She writhed when she considered how Wendy was monopolizing Terry's time, but she endured the agony for the sake of her son. Wendy was a nice enough girl, she knew, if only Terry wouldn't spend so much of his time with her.

Wendy was on vacation and was staying at her Aunt Sally's place, although she seemed to be staying with Sheila and Terry as much as with her aunt. But even though her feelings about Wendy were mixed, Sheila had to admit that she gave her the opportunity to stroke her sweet cunt leisurely while she watched her son in action.

Sheila curled her naked legs beneath her ass and reached between them, sticking her finger all the way up her cunt and finger-fucking herself slowly. She stared wide-eyed at the youngsters fucking on the beach. She was so excited that she had trouble steadying the high- powered binoculars in her trembling hand.

"Okay, Wendy baby, here we are on the beach with nobody in sight. The sun's hot and so are my fuckin' balls. So how's about givin' my old cock a good suck?" Terry grinned at Wendy, his blue eyes glittering.

"You make it sound so romantic!" Wendy sniffed, her hand dropping on the huge bulge that swelled beneath her boy friend's tight trunks.

"Romantic my ass! Cut the talkin' and suck me off!" Terry said, scooting closer to this beautiful blonde chick and spreading his muscular legs to give her a better view of his swelling crotch.

"Aren't you bold!" Wendy gasped in feigned shock and amazement, removing her hand from Terry's cock-bulge and sitting up primly. She shook her pretty blonde head. "And what makes you think that a refined lady like me would do such a dirty thing for a nasty boy like you?"

"Oh shit, Wendy, I dunno. I just guessed from the way you were grabbin' my balls out there in the water you might like a taste of the old cock. Come to think of it, Miss Wendy, you've been feelin' my cock and balls through my trunks all day! Of course if you don't want to..." Terry smiled, rolling over on his stomach and waiting for tile hot-assed chick's predictable reaction.

"Don't be so hasty, darling!" Wendy smiled, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling. "I might take a little taste of your nasty cock, just a little taste of it mind you!" She laughed, falling beside her sixteen- year-old stud and kissing him on the cheek.

"Aw shucks, Miss Wendy, you know I can't give y'all just a little taste of prick. My cock's too damn big for just a little taste! I wouldn't wanna choke you with it, and I wouldn't want you to do anything you'd be ashamed of later, Miss Wendy," Terry teased, turning his face away from her. "I'll just beat off and shoot the stuff into this here beach towel."

Terry reached inside his tight trunks and grabbed his stiff prick, bucking his lean young ass against the towel for a moment or two.

"Oh no you won't, Terry Davis! Stop that this minute! We just can't have you wasting that delicious sperm of yours! I'm starving! Roll over and let me eat you all up!" she giggled.

"Naw, Miss Wendy, I... I respect you too much now!" Terry grinned.

"Oh please, Terry! Please let me suck your cock! I beg you! Let me eat your delicious dick!" she said dramatically, on her knees in the sand, her eyes closed beseechingly.

"Well, if you insist, Miss Wendy. I can't stand to see a girl beg."

Terry smiled, starting to roll over on his back again but changing his mind at the last minute. "Y'know, Miss Wendy, I think I deserve more than just a suck job now, after all that teasin' I mean. You cockteasers make a guy kinda tense, y'know what I mean? So how's about a nice massage to loosen me up a little?"

"Anything you say, Terry! Anything at all!" Wendy smiled, throwing her long lithe legs over Terry's muscular back, straddling him like a stallion.

When Terry felt Wendy's silken hands on his naked shoulders, he knew that he was in for one hell of an afternoon. Wendy had the warmest, softest hands he had ever felt on his naked body, and he had felt a good many hands. In fact, Wendy had to be the warmest chick he had ever known, and the most eager to fuck and suck.

She kneaded his tense muscles for him. Wendy knew exactly how to turn a guy on and keep him turned on until they both flashed off in the craziest orgasms imaginable, and it was just the kind of knowledge that Terry appreciated in a chick.

He had met Wendy the first day of his stay with his mother. Meeting his mother hadn't been the easiest thing for him, or, he realized, for his mother. He had expected some confusion of feelings when he saw her for the first time, but he had expected nothing like the strange and totally unexpected mixture of love and sexual excitement that had filled him that day. He had actually been wildly turned on by his mother! He still felt strange when he thought about it.

He hadn't recognized his mother standing there in the airport waiting for him with open arms. When he had realized that the dark and beautiful woman was his mother, he had almost pissed in his pants. She was infinitely more beautiful than he remembered her, a tall, smooth, cool-looking beauty with dark eyes that seemed to smolder with controlled sexuality.

Terry had almost gotten a hard-on right there in the airport, and things had gone equally badly for him all that day.

Terry had wanted to get away from his mother and the relatives and friends who had turned out to greet him that day. He had needed time to get away by himself and think things over. He had been lucky enough to find Wendy walking along the beach in the sunset.

He had made idle conversation with the luscious young blonde for a few minutes and had been amazed at her easy responsiveness. She had seemed totally open, totally free to communicate with him. She was just the kind of girl he had always wanted, just the kind of girl he had dreamed about at Bradford, and she had taken his mind off the lust that his sexy mother had kindled inside him. Before long the two sixteen- year-olds had become great friends, and great lovers.

Terry had fucked her that same night, after making excuses with the family. It had been one wild night on the beach, fucking in the moonlight with the sound of the surf pounding steadily in their ears, pounding as steadily as Terry's cock went in and out of Wendy's sucking cunt.

He had been fucking her every day since, sneaking out of the house every chance he got, putting the cock to the luscious beauty at any time of the day or night.

Wendy had no trouble finding the time to spread her legs for him. All she had to do was tell her aunt that she had a date. Her aunt understood exactly what she was doing when she went for those long walks on the beach and accepted her sexual activities as a perfectly healthy way to spend the summer.

Terry wasn't sure that his mother would understand his sexual freedom. He hated slipping away under ridiculously false pretenses and meeting Wendy secretly on the beach. Recently, he had introduced his girl friend to his mother, but he still hadn't been able to tell her his true feelings for her.

"Does that feel better, Terry?" Terry heard Wendy ask sweetly.

"Uh... yeah, baby, that feels great," he said, brought back suddenly by the sound of his girl's voice.

"That doesn't sound very convincing, Terry," Wendy said, moving her hands over Terry's back and squeezing his heavy muscles lovingly.

"Aw shit, Wendy, I'm sorry. Hell, baby, I was just thinkin' about somethin'," Terry said.

"We can't have you thinking too much, Terry. I want you to let your mind go free and enjoy this little massage," Wendy said, her hands on Terry's asscheeks now, squeezing his flesh through the tight material of his damp swim trunks.

When Terry felt Wendy sneaking her fingers inside the waistband of his trunks, he forgot his problems with his mother and abandoned himself to the wild thrills that free-fucking Wendy inspired in him.

His cock was hard already and had been for a long time, most of the afternoon in fact. She had been grabbing his crotch playfully all afternoon, and he had been grabbing at her silken titties at every opportunity. Her tits were barely covered by the tight little pink bikini top she wore. Terry liked nothing better than the feel of wet tit-flesh in his strong young hands, and Wendy had plenty of tit-flesh to feel.

But now it was Wendy's turn to work Terry into a hot frenzy, and Terry felt his body responding.

He sighed when he felt the girl's eager fingers moving beneath his tight trunks. His cock was almost sticking out through the leg of his trunks. His balls were painfully cramped by his big swollen cock. He could feel slippery droplets of pre-cum oozing out of his prick and wetting the inside of his tight trunks.

She was driving him nuts with her expert manipulations, and she hadn't even started yet.

"Why don't we get rid of these silly trunks, Terry? I never did like brown trunks. There, that's much better. I like pink, Terry. You're as pink as a baby down there, lover." Wendy smiled, her eyes widening, her heart fluttering as she slowly skinned his trunks down over his ass.

Terry lifted up his hips and helped her expose the cheeks of his ass.

The free-fucking chick managed to expose her lover's ass without uncovering the front of his body. He wanted desperately to let his cock free from its painful confinement, wanted desperately to feel Wendy's fingers moving over it, wanted desperately to feel his balls squirming in her eager young hands.

His cock jerked when she ran her incredibly soft warm hands over the exposed cheeks of his hard young ass. He felt shivers race up and down his spine when she ran her fingers up and down the crack of his ass, felt a tension building deep down in his balls when she dipped her hand down between his legs and tickled his scrotum.

"Hey, Wendy, that's the greatest, but there's somethin' on the other side of me that's kinda tense too. How about workin' on my other side for a while?" Terry reached up behind him without turning over and grabbed one of Wendy's barely concealed tits.

"How could I resist, Terry?" the hot-assed chick smiled, thrilling to the feel of her lover's strong hand on her big tittie.

Terry rolled over on his back and put his hands behind his head, spreading his long muscular legs and opening his crotch to Wendy's gaze. He watched Wendy reach down and grab a handful of cock through his thin trunks. Every muscle in his young body tensed uncontrollably when he felt her gentle fingers wrap around his hard prick.

He sucked in. his breath when he saw her reaching beneath his tight waistband and tugging until his trunks were down to his knees. His cock ached terribly, dripping pre-seminal fluid and throbbing wildly between his legs. His balls felt as if they were on fire, burning deep down inside with hot lust for Wendy. She was driving him crazy and she knew it.

"Ummmmmmm! Delicious, Terry! What a cock you have! And such huge balls! You really are a stud, Terry. I'll bet you'd like me to take this huge prick in my little mouth and suck the cum right out of it, wouldn't you, Terry? Is that why you're so tense, darling?" Wendy smiled seductively, moving both of her silken hands up and down Terry's dripping erection.

"Yeah, baby! I want that mouth on my cock! You bet your sweet ass I want it! Suck that fucker! Gimme some real sweet head, Wendy!" Terry rasped, gasping when the horny chick grabbed his balls and tugged on them hard enough to cause him a little pain.

"Do you like that too? Do you like having your big fat balls squeezed, stud?" Wendy hissed, growing wilder and wilder by the second as she manipulated Terry's prick and balls.

"Yeah, I like it fine! Damn right I like it, baby! But don't pull those fuckers off!" 'Terry gritted his teeth as she continued to pull on his sperm-swollen balls.

"Pull them off? I wouldn't do a thing like that, lover! I wouldn't be able to drink that delicious cum of yours if I pulled your balls off! I'll be more gentle, Terry! How's this?" Wendy giggled, stroking Terry's tight balls with the tips of her sensitive fingers.