She glanced and saw his crotch bulge between the white thighs twitch as life moved through it.
“What, hon?” He was silent a moment and then a deep thrill, a sexual experience, ran through her body. He raised his eyes to her, big and blue, innocent in expression and yet pleading. Reaching over he put his palm around the breast nearest him. Squeezing gently until the nipple nosed his palm, he said hoarsely, “Mom, let me see your tits! I want to see them the worst thing in the world!”
CHAPTER TWO
She shivered, and the tremor of her body, the goose-bumps on the flesh of her arms and legs, were not caused by the chill of the wind or the temperature of the water. Sexual desire raced through her and she trembled as she heard the request of the teenager beside her on the float. “Tim… Timmy…” “Please, Mom. I have never seen a grown woman's tits. I have seen some girls that had little nubs, but that wasn't anything like you.” The bulge in his crotch was so huge that the cloth protruded outward. So hard was he that the shape of the knob of his rampant cock was outlined by the cloth. She could hardly restrain herself from reaching out and encircling the mouthwatering bulge and caressing it through the fabric of his trunks. “It-it isn't right for a son and a mother to do such things,” she whispered. “Mom, I have read where mothers and sons take showers together so the son will know about a woman's body before he gets married, and the same with a daughter and her father.”
She shivered, thinking of it. How it would feel to have soft, warm water pounding down upon them, while the huge cock pressed against her belly. “That doesn't make it right, Tim,” she insisted. She had shifted toward him and the thin cloth that covered her nipples gapped again and he could see the pebbly flesh about them, and the long hardness of them thrusting upward. He turned on his side, not trying to hide his erection, and now the head of his huge cock was almost escaping above the waistband of his trunks. He grunted with the thrill that raced through him as his cock hardened more and the sexual fire raced through his body. “Please, Mom, I just gotta see them.
What would it hurt? There's no one to watch us. We're out here alone, miles and miles of trees and hills between us and anyone else. You know that.” His hand was beginning to knead her breast now. One finger hooked about the little patch of cloth and tugged downward, and his eyes bulged as the shape of her tit began to be revealed. She shook with the intensity of her feelings, and her desire to cast herself into the arms of her son. Finally, forcibly seizing control, she sat up and looked about, staring around the lake. Then she reached back of her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall forward, lying back as she did so. It was loose now, and still retaining hold of it, he gently tugged and then gasped. It slid down to her belly, and lay there, two tiny bits of cloth, her breasts were fully and completely bared to the sun and to him. He stared at them for a long, long time. Then timidly he reached up and cupped a slim hand about her left tit, squeezing it gently, rolling it in his palm, then taking the nipple in his forefinger and thumb and squeezing it gently, tugging upward, until he was holding it outward from her tit, an inch or more and as thick as a thimble. She was breathing hard, her eyes closed, feeling the thrill of a male hand manipulating her tits again after a full year without it. There was more to come, she knew-there had to be now. The reddened knob of his cock thrust above the waistband of his trunks now, and she noticed it throbbing with his excitement.
“You are so uncomfortable,” she told him gently. “Why not slip your trunks off? A young boy gets so excited when he does what you are doing.” Without further invitation, he skinned the trunks down, and his rampant cock swung out and up, slapping against his sweaty belly with a wet, snapping sound. As he returned to playing with her tits, rolling and palming them, squeezing them, tugging at the darkened, quivering nipples, she kept her eyes upon his throbbing prick and thought how it would feel slipping deep into her juicy cunt, or deep into her slurping throat. She had seen only one other cock as big as this of her young son and she recalled it now vividly. It had belonged to her Uncle Benny. One summer he had stayed at her home while he worked, saving money to go to college. He was twenty and she was just beginning to develop, and had been instructed by a girlfriend recently fucked by her brother all about how the big cock could slip way up into your body and make you almost faint as it erupted with hot, slick cum again and again. One afternoon, when all were away from the house but she and her uncle, she went to his bedroom to take some ironed shirts into him. He had taken a shower and was standing nude before his mirror, whistling softly and combing his hair. He did not see her at first, and she stood and stared, bug-eyed at the long, thick cock that swung out from his belly, half-hard, with a big, ruby head completely skinned back. Then he had seen her and turned.
She recalled nearly fainting. Her friend had not told her that it would be so huge. What she did not know then was that hugeness of cocks ran with the men in her family, and apparently Tim had inherited the equipment. Later, in a moment of play, she measured his cock, and found that her uncle had exactly eleven inches. It was as thick as her wrist and the knob was so large, it would scarcely fit into a regular teacup. He had shown all this to her later after they became regular sex partners. But this first occasion made her tremble with fear.
“Mara, you shouldn't come into rooms without knocking.” He stood and continued to comb his hair. His cock started bobbing and weaving, hardening and rising straight out from his belly. He was rapidly getting an erection from her looking at him. “I'm sorry, Uncle Benny. I had some ironing for you and I didn't know you were in here.”
She laid the things she held on the end of the bed, and then sat down upon it, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining and big as she watched the trembling of the strange rod that swayed out in front of him, and the huge balls that swung back and forth between his thighs as he moved. Benny had moved to the bed and, pushing the ironed clothes aside, sat down beside her. His thigh brushed hers and it was like fire thrusting through her. The huge thing, with its swollen head and little eye of a slit, was only inches away from her hand. She wore shorts and a halter and she felt tiny, beaded nipples press outward on her tiny titties and a looseness and wetness begin in her crotch. She moved her legs aside and apart to relieve the pressure and he noticed.
“Honey, haven't you ever seen a man's cock before?” He put his fist about it and stroked it slowly up and down. A bead of clear liquid appeared at the slit and then ran down the side of his thick cock and onto his hand. He did not notice. He was watching her face.
“No. I saw little Jimmy Thrasher's when he peed here one day. But it was tiny and not stiff like yours.” “My pee-pee,” he smiled at her, “is a man's pee-pee and it is stiff like this because it feels good. Want to feel how hard it is?” She hesitated and then put out her hand timidly. Taking it, he placed it upon the thick shaft and closed the fingers around it. “Now move your hand up and down gently.”
He showed her how, moving her hand with his. She recalled now, so many years later, the hotness, so strong and thick her fingers would not close about it, the velvety softness of the skin. And more than anything else, the steel hardness under that soft skin. “You must not tell anyone what we are doing,” he told her. “Oh, I won't, Uncle Benny. This is funny. It feels funny,” she had said. She moved her legs more comfortably apart and one of his hands drifted to her plump thigh and then down into her crotch. She started. She, herself, often played with her cunny. But this was the first time anyone had ever done this to her. After a moment of hesitation, she spread her legs for him and one of his fingers found its way under the shorts leg and began to caress her little cunt. “Let's take off your shorts,” he had told her. “If you can see me this way, and touch me, then I should be able to do the same to you.” She did not hesitate for she was fearful he would take that wonderful plaything of his away from her. And she wanted to see more of it and do more things with it.
So she lay back, reluctantly releasing her hold upon his rampant cock, and quickly skinned out of her halter and panties. Then he lay down beside her and she found his cock again with an eager hand and began to pump him. She sprawled for him and his fingers began to caress her little clit, ran up and down the hot, slick slit, and found the small hole of her vagina, as yet unpenetrated. She noticed that her uncle was beginning to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his increased tension and lust. She felt funny with his fingers moving in and out of her little pocket there between the thicker lips of her fuzz-surrounded cunt. She began to hunch against his fingers, instinctively, having never had male fingers pushing and touching at her there before. A warm, liquid feeling was spreading through her loins that she was enjoying thoroughly.
Uncle Benny's cock was streaming with his slick, clear pre-lubricating juice. It ran down out of the tiny slit in the purple knob, and dripped over her clasping fingers. But she continued to pump him, feeling the heat and the swelling suddenly becoming greater.
“Honey… I'm going to do something in a moment,” he had gasped to her, “so don't let it scare you.” “What are you going to do?” she gasped, his fingers having found her vagina and probing into the little hole there,
