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passion.
"Oh shit! Shit! Mom! I ... I ... I'm gonna do it! I'm comin'! I'm gonna
squirt it, Mom!" Terry gasped, his body becoming suddenly stiff as his balls
exploded.
Terry heard a deep growl of passion escape his lips when his bloated balls
erupted into his mother's face. The searing burning of his wad shot through
his balls and almost made him see stars. He shot and shot into her, each
squirt of his cum bringing him the most mind-melting pleasure imaginable.
He thought he would never stop coming. It was the best orgasm of his life,
and his own mother had brought him to it!
Sheila too wondered if her son would ever stop shooting his load into her
mouth. She almost drowned on the cum he blasted into her. She made thick wet,
gurgling noises deep in her sperm-filled throat as she tried in vain to
swallow all of his seed. She felt him press up against her with all his
youthful might, forcing his erection deep down into her sucking throat. She
felt the rock-hard head of his cock banging up against her tonsils as he
shoved it to her. She felt the wiry nest of his dark pubic hair pressing up
against her soft face.
When her son's body had stopped jerking, Sheila managed to free her face from
his impaling prick. She smiled up at her boy with sperm dripping from her wet
lips. She licked her lips and stood up, pressing those lips against her
son's, making him taste his own cum.
"Did that feel good, Terry darling?" Sheila asked, seeing his reply in his
glittering eyes.
"Oh Christ! Feel good!? Oh shit! It felt good all right! I ... I don't
believe it! This is wild! I just don't fuckin' believe it yet!"
Terry moaned, his balls and cock still feeling the excitement of the blow job.
"I thought you might like that," Sheila said warmly, licking the last of his
sperm from her lips. "If you liked that, Terry, I think you'll love the other
things I have in mind!"
Sheila took his sperm-covered cock in her warm hand and led him out onto the
sun deck.
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