Chapter 2

"Ohhh, fuck yeah," he hissed. "Take it in your mouth, suck my cock." Lynn's panties muffled his voice as he held them to his nose, inhaling deeply. More importantly, an old Victoria's Secret catalogue sat splayed on the floor, unused.

His mom squatted outside the door, peeking in through the keyhole, vigorously rubbing her sopping wet pussy as she watched her son jack his gloriously big dick while sniffing her panties. I'll suck that pole for you baby, she thought to herself, remembering the sweet taste of his virgin meat in her mouth. Mommy will swallow that big, hard cock of yours any time you ask, honey. Just wait a little longer. Mommy's got to make sure that it's her you want.

Justin grunted with effort as he jacked harder, trying to reach the orgasm that was at his fingertips, yet a world away. His bloated nutsack slapped loudly against the hairy flesh of his thighs while he pumped away with both hands, now, holding his mother's panties between his teeth.

Smiling impishly, Lynn knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there, hon?" Through the keyhole, she saw him freeze, a look of terror on his face. Letting the sodden panties fall out of his mouth, Justin coughed.

"I-I'm fine, mom. Just, just a little busy is all."

"Oh, 'busy, ' eh?" She chuckled softly. "Do you remember when you were a little boy, and you used to cum with me everywhere?" His dick throbbed visibly at the word "cum", and a new dollop of precum rolled down the thick shaft. His left hand began to stroke slowly, stealthily, as though he were afraid she'd hear him. "Anything I'd do, anywhere I'd go, you'd always ask if you could cum." She hummed that last "m". "'Oh mommy, mommy, please let me cum," she said in mockingly juvenile tones. "Sometimes I'd tease you, and make you beg to come, just to know that you still wanted to be with your mommy," Lynn watched him fuck his fist, and smiled. "And when I finally let you cum, you'd be the happiest little boy in the world, you loved cumming with mommy sooo much. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to cum with me to the mall tomorrow, okay? Do you want that, Justin? Do you want to cum? You can if you want to," No sooner had the words "you can" left her lips than Justin grunted once, loudly, and a great plume of semen erupted from his cock, coating his fist, and his t-shirt, splattering his neck. In an effort to keep his spurting dick under control, he wrapped the head in the first item that came to hand - Lynn's own panties.

Laughing silently to herself, she stood, and knocked on the door again. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. "You don't sound so good."

"I'm okay," he said in strained tones. "Honest. J-just workin' hard in here is all."

"All right then, sweetie. I'll meet you back on the couch." She sauntered away from the door, replaying the image of his powerful teenaged rod, blowing its load, imagining it doing the same within the hot, tight confines of her cunt.

Several minutes later, Justin emerged, looking somewhat bedraggled, and short of breath. His clothing was rumpled, and the front of his shirt showed signs of having been wiped off hastily with a wet cloth. His right hand was clenching something in his pocket.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey? You look kinda flushed. C'mere, so I can see if you're running a temperature."

"N-no, I'm just kinda tired, I guess. I think I'll just go to bed, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Lynn asked, sitting up and looking back at her son with a feigned look of concern. "I was hoping we could spend the evening together, find something fun to do." She turned, and knelt on the couch, propping herself up on the back. Miles of tanned, smooth flesh were revealed by the white tube-top she wore; the clingy cotton stretched tightly over her firm handfuls of titflesh, distorting the bespangled legend "Flirt" in a most attractive fashion.

Justin stared at her cleavage for a full ten seconds, closed his eyes, sighed. "No. I mean, yes. I mean, I'm sure. I really have to get to bed."

"Hard day?" She pouted.

He gave his mom a stricken look. "Something like that, yeah."

"Well, come here and give me a good-night kiss, then." She extended her arms, as though expecting a hug. Reluctantly, he shuffled over, wanting nothing more than to conceal the newly growing arousal in his pants.

As Lynn had guessed, her position on the couch had put her head roughly on a level with Justin's crotch. From this distance, she could clearly detect the aroma of his recent ejaculation, and it made her mouth water. While she sampled the scent of his cock, he was scanning the wide expanse of her back left open by the tiny tube top. Following the sinuous line of Lynne's back down to her luscious butt, he found that the only other thing she was wearing were a pair of baby-blue boy shorts that hugged her delightfully round ass cheeks in soft, paper- thin cotton. The word "Sweet" was emblazoned across those curves in white.