Chapter 8

Terry turned, facing her, looking down at his mother's lovely face, the face of a wildly exciting woman. He still couldn't believe that she was actually kneeling between his legs, still couldn't believe that she was talking to him so obscenely, so teasingly, still couldn't believe that she would really do any of the things she was suggesting.

When he felt the touch of her soft hand on his upper leg, he realized that he wasn't dreaming any more.

Sheila felt her young son's legs become stiff when she laid her hand on his muscular upper leg only an inch or two from the head of his enormous cock. The terrified look on the boy's handsome young face made her shiver inside. She was having trouble keeping up her facade of calm. Inside she seethed with excitement.

She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.

But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her.

"Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly.

"Sometimes," Terry whispered.

"I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a wicked smile.

"How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock.

"Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better, dear?"

"I don't know! I... I'm still scared! I've never felt like this before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand kneaded the muscle of his upper leg.

"Relax, darling, relax! We both want this, don't we?" Sheila smiled at her son.

"I... I guess... but..."

"I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we're both hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indulge our... desires!"

As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to the bulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing the bulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and started rubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch with each loving movement up his leg.

She watched her horny young son close his eyes and gasp in pleasure-pain when she allowed her long warm fingers to finally touch the supersensitive head of his throbbing cock.

She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.

Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up! His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.

He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body. His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.

How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the taboos against incest and just start playing with his cock as if he were her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to do to him?

Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.

Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.

The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew how depraved and taboo incest was, and the sense of wickedness made it more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.

"Do you like my hands on your cock, son? Wouldn't you like to feel your mother's fingers on the naked shaft of your prick, Terry? Doesn't that make your balls ache? Just the thought of it makes my pussy tingle all over! Wouldn't you like me to get that big beautiful cock of yours out and rub it for you?"

Sheila looked into her son's open pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his denims with the eagerness of a loose slut in heat.

Terry tried to answer his mother, tried to tell her that she could do anything she wanted with him, but his voice failed him. The jerking and throbbing of his hard-on was all the answer she needed.

"I see you're wearing underwear this morning. You don't wear underwear when you go out with Wendy. Were you trying to hide this big beautiful cock from me this morning, Terry?" she teased, reaching into her son's pants and grabbing the pouch of his balls with her eager hand, cupping his nuts and squeezing gently on the sperm-filled balls. Terry almost choked when he heard her remarks about trying to hide his hard- on. It was as if she knew all about his dream and his uncontrollable sex fantasies about her.

He opened his eyes and stared between his legs as his mother pushed his tight Levi's down around his hips, exposing his lower body to her explorations. He still fought the urge to jump up and run away. But who would he run to? Where could he hide from the urges he felt toward his mother?

He sat before her like a child, letting her explore his genitals to her heart's content. He felt his urge to escape diminishing slowly the more she worked him over.

"You have a wonderful cock, darling! I saw it last night you know," she said matter-of-factly, looking into his glittering eyes for his reaction.

"You... you saw it?!" Terry gasped.

"Yes, lover, I saw it. I felt it too. Don't you remember something delicious about last night? Didn't you find cum on your sheets this morning, Terry? Didn't you have a nice wet dream last night?"

"God yeah! But... it couldn't have been you! It couldn't! I dreamed about... about you!" Terry's throat felt as dry as cotton.

"It wasn't really a dream, darling! I sneaked into your room last night and masturbated you until you came in my hand!" Sheila felt more and more lascivious by the second.

"But... why?" Terry asked, swallowing hard, his back stiffening as she tried to pull his hard cock out of his pants.

"Oh, I don't know, Terry, not really. Something happened last night that made me a bit horny. That's all, lover. I've been without a man so very long you know. And there you were, lying in bed and sleeping so peacefully. You looked so young and handsome lying there! I just couldn't resist looking at you. I pulled your sheet off and started playing with your cock, Terry. The more I played with it the harder it got, and pretty soon I was jacking you off just like I used to do for your daddy! I stuck my hand up my cunt and made myself come just at the same time you shot that big load into your sheets. I was afraid that you might wake up and catch me at it! I was terrified all the time, son. I suppose I must have felt the way you feel now. But I'm not afraid any more, darling. I'm much too hungry for cock to be afraid of you any more. You have such a nice hard prick! And I really need it! May I have it, Terry! Please?"

Sheila's cunt tingled with lust for her horny son.

"Oh shit, Mom! Yeah! I can't stand this any more! Take it! Take the goddamn thing! You gotta take it now, Mom!" Terry cried, his lusts bursting and exploding inside him like bombs.

"Then you want me too? Do you want me as much as I want you? How long have you wanted me?" Sheila asked, her eyes wet with brimming tears of joy.