with her climax.
Gasping, she leaned against the shower wall and let her balance come back. Her breathing evened out and the soft glow of pleasure suffused her body.
She finished her shower, avoiding any more contact with the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She stepped out and dried her glowing skin and stepped into the hall, her towel over her shoulder. She ran right into Pete. He staggered away and his eyes widened at her nakedness.
'Uh-excuse me, Mom,' he stammered and started past her to his room.
She looked after him, curiously. He had seen her naked, before. Of course it had been sometime ago. Then she thought of the books. Her face lit up with comprehension. She continued to her room and thought about her son as she slipped into a pair of shorts and a halter top. She looked in the mirror. She liked the effect. Her tits were just large enough and the nipples didn't stick out too much. They were just little bumps on the front of the halter.
The shorts were short. Maybe a little too short by some people's standards, but she didn't care. They fit snug, molding her hips and ass and with slight indentation in the crotch where they pressed into her pussy. She hadn't worn those shorts in years. Not since her ex-husband had bought them for her. Thor had always seemed too brief and too tight. For some reason they seemed just right, now.
She stepped into the hall and knocked at Pete's door. Site heard a rustic and a drawer bumped. 'Yeah,' he called.
'Can I come in?'
'Come on in.' His voice seemed tense.
She pushed the door open and found him sitting on the side of the bed.
'Pete, this room is a disaster. Would you please clean it up,' she said. He looked up at her. His face looked sad and confused.
'What's wrong, Dear?' she asked.
'Nothing. Just a little down, I guess,' he replied, looking away.
'Want to talk about it?' 'No. It'll be all right.'
'Would you like some lunch?' she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened slightly.
'Yeah, sounds good.' His eyes were still turned from her.
'Get some of this mess up while I make us a sandwich, would you?'
'Okay, Mom,' he replied, looking back at her, trying to smile. His eyes strayed over her body, pausing at the halter and the crotch of her shorts. He looked away, again.
Doris glanced down at his lap and she was sure that she could see a bulge in his jeans. She looked again, closer. She was sure.
'Cheer up. It'll be better,' she soothed, touching his cheek and leaving him sitting there.
The afternoon went like a snail. Doris watched the dock and Pete, when he was nearby. He stayed out of sight most of the time. She tried several times to start a conversation with him and failed each time.
After dinner that night, he sat through one TV show with her and then rose.
'I'm going to hit the sack,' he mumbled to her. 'Pete! Are you sick?' she asked, a little alarmed.
'No. Why?'
'You have moped around all day, hardly talking. You act sick.'
Seeing the look of concern on her face, he smiled at her.
'I'm all right, Mom.'
'It's just so unlike you to be so down. I'm worried.'
'I know. I'm sorry. I'll be all right.' He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Doris felt a tremor run through her as his lips touched her skin. He straightened up and left the room. She stared after him.
She sat there, trying to pass the time with the TV but it was still dragging. After thirty minutes or so, she went down the hall and made a visit to the bathroom. As she came out, she stopped at Pete's closed door. She could hear muted sounds but couldn't identify them. She gently tried the knob. Locked. That confirmed her suspicions. She turned to her room and opened a drawer and took out a small screwdriver. Going back to Pete's door, she inserted it in the slot in the center of the knob and, holding her breath, she turned it slowly, feeling the click. Turning the knob very slowly, she pushed the door open just a crack.
In the semi-darkness she could see Pete sitting in the middle of his bed. His young body was naked. She sucked in her breath at the sight.
One of the magazines was spread before him on the bed. His eyes and attention were fixed on the open pages. His hand grasped his cock, stroking slowly. Doris saw the dark head moving with the motion of his hand and her knees went weak and she bit her lip. Her cunt pulsed, her clit trembled. She leaned on the door facing and watched him.
His hand worked over the length of his throbbing shaft, picking up speed gradually. His hips were moving slightly. His lips moved as if he were reading. She watched his hand then his mouth. He wasn't wading. He was repeating something over and over. She couldn't hear the word or words, just the muffled sound of a whisper.
His hand was pounding faster and harder now. Doris felt her cunt ooze moisture. She trembled and bit her lip. She was getting caught up in his lust. She licked her lips as she looked at his cock. Delicious was the word that popped into her mind. She realized then that the lust she was feeling wasn't a pick-up on his. It was her own. She wanted that cock in her hand, in her mouth, in her cunt!
He was repeating the phrase, louder now, as he came closer to coming. She listened more intently. She almost gasped when she finally heard it.
'Oh, Mom. Mom! Oh, MOM!' he rasped.
He was thinking of her! She almost collapsed light then. Mixed feelings surged up inside her. She felt the urge to plunge into the room and plunge his throbbing cock in her cunt. Just as strong was the inhibition that this was her son. She was in turmoil.
He groaned long and low and his body froze. His head went back and his mouth gaped open, his eyes shut. His body shook and then the first thick stream of his cum spurted from his cock.
'Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuuhhh!' he groaned a he came.
Stream after stream of the white fluid geysered from his cock. He thrashed and bounced as his climax ran through him. Doris watched, fascinated with his climax. Forgotten was the taboo and gone was her turmoil. Doris watched and felt her pussy spasm again and again. She realized that she was about to come! She hadn't even touched her pussy! She was coming and it was totally brought on by watching Pete jerk off. She gritted her teeth to keep from making a sound.
Her climax raced through her trembling body, shaking her from head to toe. The pleasure absorbed her mind and controlled her body. Her eyes never left Pete's cock as he came. She saw the final spurt and then the teen collapsed backwards onto the bed. She almost collapsed, too.
Doris pulled the door shut quietly and staggered to the bathroom. She dropped her shorts and panties. The crotch of her panties was damp with her juices. The lips of her cunt rubbed wetly against each other. She tossed the halter aside and stepped into the shower.
That night Doris. slept the soundest she had slept in several years. Her passion had been well satiated that day. The first time in that many years.
CHAPTER TWO
Doris opened her eyes slowly. She stretched to loosen her muscles and clear her mind. She kicked off the sheet and looked down at her naked body. The dark bush at the juncture of her thighs reminded her of the events of the night before. The now familiar, faint twinge of lust tweaked at her pussy and her mind as she thought of the sight of Pete stroking his swollen cock.
Another twinge streaked through her. She was his mother and her thoughts were not only taboo, but dangerous. She tried to push her lust aside but it kept creeping back into her mind. The dark, bulbous head of Pete's cock flashed into the middle of her qualms and thoughts of taboos. The expression she had seen on his face, when the thick streams of cum burst from Jt, returned to haunt her.
