Chapter 4

To Jodie's relief, Dane didn't talk about what had happened. They ate their lunch, had another swim, and drove back to town, and he didn't say a word about his mother jacking him off.

She knew he'd bring it up sooner or later, though. The next time he got horny, he'd be sure to ask her for a repeat performance or even more. She decided she'd better head him off. That evening as they sat in the living room watching television, she prepared herself for a serious talk with her son.

"Are you really watching that show, Dane?" she asked.

"Not really," he admitted, using the remote control to turn the set off. "You wanta say something to me, Mom?"

"Yes, dear, I'm afraid I have to," Jodie sighed. "It's about what happened this afternoon. That was very wrong of us, and it mustn't happen again."

"But, Mom, we wanted it," Dane said impatiently. "We needed it, and we didn't involve anybody else. I don't see what's so wrong with that."

"Exactly," Jodie said. "You don't see, because you're too young to understand right from wrong when it comes to sex. That's my job, and I failed today."

Dane laughed and said, "Hey, Mom, I'm not too young for anything when it comes to sex."

"And just what do you mean by that, young man?" she asked.

"I mean I'm experienced, Mom," he grinned. "I've been around. Lisa isn't the first girl I've fucked. I bet I know as much about fucking as this Craig guy you're dating, maybe even more."

It was Jodie's turn to laugh. "Oh, come on, Dane, don't exaggerate," she said. "You can't possibly have as much experience as a grown man."

"Wanta bet?" he challenged. "After all, Mom, there's only one way to find out."

He suddenly scooted closer to her on the couch and grabbed her, forcing her back against the seat and planting a hot, hungry kiss on her mouth. In the two days they'd been together again, he'd never kissed her like a child should kiss his mother. He'd always kissed her like a lover.

That was unfortunate, because Jodie's resistance to sex was very low at this stage in her life. If she'd been back in college, dating and fucking all the attractive men she wanted, she'd never have been vulnerable to her own son's flirtation. But she had only one man in her life right now, Craig, and he wasn't giving her the fucking she needed.

So as Dane pressed his hard, hot body against her and drove his slippery tongue into her mouth, Jodie creamed right through her panties and shuddered with longing. She just didn't need this temptation, this provocation. Dane had come along at the worst possible time for the sex-hungry teacher.

She tried to wrench her mouth away from his, but he was too strong for her. The petite woman couldn't win a physical struggle with her six-foot son. As he kissed her, he slipped his hands onto her thrusting tits and squeezed them sensuously through her clothes.

To her shame and embarrassment, Jodie felt her tits responding to his caresses, swelling up taut, her nipples going rigid and throbbing. He had to feel those changes even through her bra and t-shirt. At last he pulled back and let her catch her breath. His eyes were hot and horny.

"So you don't believe I'm experienced, huh, Mom?" he asked, his voice husky with longing. "Well, I'm gonna prove it to you!"

"No, Dane!" Jodie cried in alarm. "I'm not going to fuck you, absolutely not!" "Hey, take it easy," he crooned, sliding his hands under her t-shirt. "I didn't say anything about going all the way, did I? I just wanta show you a few other things. It won't get serious."

As he spoke, he was unsnapping her bra. He pushed it and her shirt up out of the way, exposing her swollen, stiff-nippled tits. Jodie blushed and shivered with excitement as she watched his wet tongue flash out and contact her supersensitive nipples.

"Ohhhh, God!" she gasped.

She couldn't help that little cry of pleasure as Dane began to tongue her engorged nipples. He hadn't been kidding her about that, anyhow --he really was experienced. His technique was incredibly exciting. She slumped helplessly against the couch and creamed like mad as he whipped his hot wet tongue over her nipples and sent sparks of pleasure through her swollen tits.

"Honey, please," she gurgled, "this isn't right."

"Aw, it's nothing serious, Mom," Dane said calmly. "We're just fooling around, no big deal."

He slid his lips down around her right nipple and started sucking it. Jodie ground her thighs together and almost came. Her handsome blond son was getting her aroused out of her mind as he expertly sucked her tender nipples. She fought to keep a few last shreds of self-control.

Damn Craig anyhow--this was his fault. If he'd been giving her the fucking she needed, she wouldn't be so horny for her own son. Or at least she dizzily told herself this, as she fought to resist the violent lust that washed over her.

Dane pushed her big tits tight together, bringing her red nipples side by side, and he sucked both throbbing buds into his mouth. He sucked them noisily and hungrily, while his mother clawed the couch and struggled not to moan.

At last he released her spit-drenched nipples and looked at her, grinning.

"Well, what do you think now, Mom?" he asked. "I'm experienced, right?"

"Yes, honey, you are," Jodie said dazedly. "You've proved your point. Now I think I'll go to my room. It's been a long day, and I'm tired."

"I don't believe that, Mom," he said. "I think you're horny, and you know it, and you're afraid you won't be able to hold out if we do much more. That's what I think."

"Good night, Dane," Jodie snapped.

She tried to stand up, but he easily pulled her down on her back, keeping her on the couch. He roughly unzipped her jeans and started pulling them off. Jodie screamed in alarm and made a grab for her jeans. The result was that Dane pulled her right off the couch onto the thick, soft rug.

"Dane, stop it!" she cried.

He just gave her one of his maddening grins and kept on tugging. She lost her grip on the jeans, and off they went. He dropped quickly down beside her and grabbed her panties. Jodie sobbed in mortification as he stripped them off and tossed them out of her reach.

Then he practically tore off her rumpled bra and shirt, leaving her naked and blushing. Jodie lay there in a daze and watched his clothes fall to the floor. Then she collected herself and tried to get up and make a run for it. Dane, down to his jockey shorts, grabbed her and pinned her down on her back.

"You're not going anywhere till I'm finished with you, Mom," he leered. "You gotta get it through your head that I'm not a little kid any more and that you can't treat me like a baby. That's what I'm gonna prove to you tonight."

"Dane, please," Jodie sobbed, "don't rape me. Promise you won't do that!"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Mom," he said with a strange smile. "I'd never do that."

Then he pushed her thighs open and exposed the juicy pink flesh of her cunt-slit. Jodie blushed as deeply as she ever had in her life. Her son was crawling between her splayed thighs, and she felt his hot breath on her naked pussy. Yet he'd just promised that he'd never force her to fuck.

He didn't. Instead, he pressed his face into her swollen fever-hot pussy and started to lick.

"Ohhhhhh, God, ohhhhhh!" Jodie wailed.

His move was totally unexpected. She'd been sure he'd try to fuck her, and she was prepared to fight him off or at least to give it everything she had. But he wasn't even trying. He was going down on her instead, and the pleasure was sudden and overwhelming.

His hot tongue was all over her starved cunt, lashing each fold and steamy cranny. It was the most exquisite sensation to have a man's stiff, slippery tongue on her tender pussy-flesh, and for the moment Jodie just couldn't resist it. She clawed the rug and sobbed with pleasure.

Dane knew what he was doing with his tongue. He'd been around, all right. He was an incredibly skilled lover for a mere teenage boy. Jodie found herself submitting helplessly, letting her legs fall wide open. She couldn't bear to have him stop. His tongue teased and caressed every inch of her needy pussy.