Chapter 9

"But, Mom..." Terry said haltingly as his lovely mother led him by the shaft of his sperm-covered cock out into the slanting rays of the morning sun. "We can't do this outside... can we?"

"Certainly we can, Terry! We can do anything anywhere! You don't mind fucking little Wendy on the beach, do you? I don't see why we can't fool around on our own private sun deck!" Sheila said in mock amazement, rubbing her thumb over the extremely sensitive head of her son's swollen dick, making him jump with pleasure-pain.

"H... how did you know? About me fucking Wendy on the beach I mean?" Terry asked, staring into his mother's glittering eyes.

"I don't think I'll tell you, darling!" She giggled. "A woman should keep some secrets from her lover... even when her lover is also her son!"

"But shit, Mom! I don't get it! You're so... so... wild! I mean... you're not like you were a couple of days ago!" Terry said.

"I suppose I have changed a bit, darling! Let's say that I've decided to exercise my... desires... and it just happens that I desire you, Terry! After all, darling, I'm getting old! I don't want to waste away in a rocking chair or some terrible thing like that! My little pussy would just shrivel up to nothing! I am thirty-six years old, you know" Sheila said playing with Terry's cock.

"Old!?" Terry gasped. "You're not old! My God, Mom! You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" He was genuinely amazed that she would consider herself old.

"Well, darling, I suppose I do have a few years left. Let's not waste a minute of them! Would you like to look at my cunt?" she smiled wantonly.

"Look at your... your... your cunt?" Terry gasped.

"Of course, silly! I'll expect you to do more than look at it!" Sheila said. "Why don't you take your pants and shoes off and lie down over here on this chaise. You look silly walking around like that!"

She watched her son shuffling around the sun deck, his pants in a heap around his ankles.

Terry struggled out of his shoes and pants and stood before his mother. He felt more naked and helpless than he had ever felt in his life. He felt as if he were on display. He felt the morning sunlight warming his skin, making his prick-head tingle slightly.

He shivered when his luscious mother walked closer to him and lifted his tank-top over his head.

He trembled from head to toe when she ran her warm silken hands over his hard chest and stomach. The feeling of her hands on his naked flesh was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was his own mother! He was being turned on by the very woman who had held him in her womb! His knees felt weak.

"Lie down, lover. Everything will be all right, darling boy! Just put yourself in your mother's hands! I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have for you!" Sheila said, motioning toward the chaise.

Terry managed to keep his knees from giving in until he had fallen on the reclining chair. Sheila put a pillow behind his tousled head and smiled down on him wickedly.

"So you'd like to see my pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself, darling! A mother should never let a boy see her cunt!" Sheila teased, watching the boy squirm. "But then boys will be boys! Look closely now, darling!"

With that, Sheila raised the hem of her long pink dress all the way to her tits, exposing herself obscenely for her horny son. She watched his young blood-engorged cock stir when he beheld the barely concealed area of her pussy. Her red lace panties were slightly damp at the crotch with cunt-dew, her steamy love mound swelling soft and warm between her long legs.

Holding her dress up with one hand, the hot-assed woman ran her other hand down over her thigh, letting it slide down between her legs. She clamped her warm hand over the mound of her cunt for a moment, watching her son's reaction to her wicked display of her feminine charms.

She turned her back to her son and bent over slightly, showing him her full womanly ass. She knew that he could see the tuft of her cunt- hair between her legs where it peeked out at her crotch. Her horny mind was filled with the wild things she and her son could do together.

She took off her dress and turned around again, facing her son, her dress in her arms, her naked tits swelling with full feminine richness. She was thrilled to see his glistening eyes widen as he drank in her beauty.

"Do you like my titties, son?" she asked in a low and controlled voice.

"Jesus yeah!" Terry gasped.

Terry had never seen such great tits. They were even bigger than Wendy's, bigger and more voluptuous, more perfect, warmer-looking, softer. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and grab huge handfuls of tit-flesh, couldn't resist the urge to squeeze and fondle the beautiful breasts that had nourished him as a child, that would nourish him now as a young man.

He swung his legs over the edge of the chaise and reached out for his mother's tits.

"Down, darling, down. Don't get hasty," she smiled, pushing her son back on the lounge with a hand on his forehead, a hand that he was powerless to resist. "Let your mother run the show, darling. Just lie back and relax a bit."

"What're you gonna do?" Terry asked in a hoarse voice, falling back against the pillow, abandoning himself to his mother's sensual attack.

"I'm going to show you my cunt, lover! Wouldn't you like to see the pussy you grew up in, little man?" she asked wantonly, spreading her legs and rubbing herself lewdly.

"Oh Jesus, Mom! Jesus Christ!"

Sheila pushed her flimsy red lace panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, standing stark naked before her son. She put both hands down between her statuesque legs and rested them in the furry nest of her pussy-hair. She framed the mound of her warm cunt with her thumbs and forefingers. She leaned backwards slightly and opened the area of her most private place to her hot-cocked son's gaze.

"Let me spread my cunt open for you, son," she said with wet lips, feeling wild beyond belief.

Her heart racing with excitement, Sheila reached between her legs and pinched the raggedy lips of her naked twat, pulling them apart and opening herself obscenely to her horny son's obvious delight. She heard the sharp intake of his breath when she exposed the inner lips of her musky pussy. Her hot clit tingled with uncontrollable lust. Her inner sex seethed with passion, passion made wilder and wilder by the taboo of her obscene display.

Still holding open the lips of her wet cunt, Sheila straddled her son on the lounge, moving until her pussy was directly over his face. She knew that he was staring wild-eyed at her gaping cunt. She tried to imagine the mind-bending feelings her lusty display was inspiring in her son, but they were beyond imagining.

"W-what do you want me to do, Mom?" Terry said, his voice higher than usual, full of tension.

"I want you to suck my cunt! I want you to lick my twat! Do you hear, darling? Your mother wants you to eat out her cunt! Lick my clit, darling! Lick me and suck me until I can't stand it any more!"

Sheila crouched until the raggedy lips of her open pussy were touching her son's lips. She felt the boy's nose pressing against her wet sex-flesh, felt his warm moist breath against the gaping lips of her cunt. She still held her juicy twat-lips apart with her fingers. Her hand rubbed against her son's cheek. Cunt-honey ran from her open twat.

"Stick out your tongue, son! Stick out your tongue and put it in your mother's cunt! I've dreamed of this for so long! Do it for me, darling! Stick it deep inside me! Hurry! Hurry, lover! I can't wait another second! You know what to do, darling! Suck me the way you suck Wendy! Suck me hard! Lick me out!"

Terry obeyed his mother's lusty command, sticking out his tongue and touching it gently to the inner lips of her dripping cunt. The scent of her cunt-musk drove him wild inside. He tasted her intoxicating pussy-dew and had to have more of her, had to taste more of the cunt that had given him birth.

His arching erection jerked between his stretched-out legs, swelling more and more by the minute. He stared at the turgid little bud of his mother's clit and longed to put it between his teeth and bite it gently, longed to feel his own mother's body reacting to his oral stimulation.

"Stick it in farther, darling! Stick it all the way in! Oh yes! Yessssss! That's right! That's beautiful! It feels like a cock in me! Move it around! Oh God! You do that so beautifully! More! More!" Sheila let her stretched twat-lips close around her son's impaled tongue.

Terry felt his mother's tight pussy suddenly suck his tongue into it. The tight wet muscles of her sucking pussy worked against his tongue. He wondered how his cock would feel buried in his mother's hot wet cunt-hole. His prick was aching for stimulation, aching to be thrust into some tight wet place, aching to be buried between a woman's luscious legs.

Would she let him put it there? Would his mother actually allow him to plunge his bulging erection between her spread legs?

His mind swam with the possibilities of their incestuous romp. Terry was only now beginning to cast off the fears and doubts that his mother's sexual onslaught had cast over him. He was only now beginning to truly appreciate the wildness of the situation and the sexual joys he could derive from it.

"My God, Mom! Goddamn! Your cunt! My mother's cunt! I'm suckin' my mother's cunt!"

"Yes! Yes, Terry! You're sucking your mother's twat! You're making me itch and burn inside, darling! I love you, son! I love your tongue between my legs! I love your lips on my fucking pussy! Suck my clit! Yessssss! Oh Christ! Lick it! Suck it! Kiss it!"

Sheila moaned, grinding her musky twat against her handsome young son's sucking face.

Terry wrapped his eager lips around the nub of his lust-driven mother's tasty clit and began sucking on it with a passion. He licked the hot bud of flesh at the same time, making his mother's legs shake with excitement. He tugged at her blazing clit with his lips, letting the hot flesh pull from his lips from time to time with a wet popping sound. He felt her silken cunt-flesh moist and warm against his face as his mother gyrated her pelvis against him.