spewed from the slit in the dark head. His body was shaking and his muscles were rigid as steel.
Doris watched gusher after gusher of his thick, white cum as it burst from his jerking cock. Her fingers ripped at the soft tender lips of her cunt. Her love button tingled under the kneading of her fingertips. Her own climax dammed through her.. She gritted her teeth and clamped her thighs around her hand as her pussy convulsed and clenched. Through the slits of her eyelids she watched the final spurt of Pete's cum as it shot from his straining rod and boiled hot over her hand.
She controlled the almost overpowering urge to lap at the hot juices. Her climax was pushing her almost beyond the point of control and she would come soon.
She shuddered through the final throes of her orgasm and let her body relax, her breath a series of gasps. She glanced at her son's face and his eyes were open and looking at her. He was staring at her hand between her legs.
'Did you do it, too?' he asked.
'Ummm.'
Her hand slid slowly from his still-pulsing cock and the other pulled out from between her thighs. Both were wet and shiny with juices. She wiped them.
'Feel better?' she finally asked.
'Yeah,' Pete whispered, his eyes turning from her in sudden embarrassment.
'So do I. I'm glad I could help you,' she said softly. Doris leaned closer and kissed his lips, pausing for a moment to let him feel the strange, new sensations of her mouth. She pulled back and looked at him.
'You're not sorry, are you?' she asked. 'No. Not really. Just confused, I guess.' 'About what?'
'Everything. Sex and you and me. Just everything,' he replied, looking away again.
'Don't let it worry you. What you and I do is all right for us. No matter what anyone else might say. You are a part of my body and therefore a part of me and nothing can be wrong. Are you worded about what other people might think?'
'That's part of it.'
'What they think is their problem. If we don't tell them then they can't think about it, can they?' She was watching his reaction closely.
'No. I guess they can't.'
'So we don't tell them,' she added. She patted his hand and smiled at him.
'Now, what?' he asked, looking at her strangely.
'We just go on living.' She felt her stomach lurch. She knew what he was asking and she wasn't ready to answer that question, not even to herself.
'Now, I'm going to go make your breakfast and we'll have a nice day. Won't we?'
'Okay.' His reply was a little less than enthusiastic.
Doris smiled and rose. He watched her naked body as she left and headed for her room. She could sense the heat of his eyes on her back and a
CHAPTER THREE
The afternoon went slowly. Pete left the house after lunch and didn't return for hours. He had been silent most of the morning and Doris had been a little concerned about it. She finally decided that it was just the newness and maybe even the slight shock of discovering that his mother enjoyed sex.
As she moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner, she began to wonder where Pete was. He stayed out of the house, most of the time but she taught he had been gone longer than normal. Just as she was on the brink of worry, the back door opened and he came in.
'Hi!' she called from the sink.
'Hi. Dinner ready?'
'Almost. I wasn't sure that you were going to make it in time.' 'Sorry, Mom. I got involved in talking to Mark and didn't notice the time.'
'That's all right. Go wash up and I'll put it on the table.'
She smiled at him. He seemed in better spirits than he had, that morning. She wondered what the talk with Mark had been about.
Doris cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and then entered the living room. Pete was sprawled on the carpet, watching television.
'I'm going to take a shower,' she said.
'Okay,' he mumbled, engrossed in the program.
She shed her clothes and stood on the cool tile, looking down at her body. Her stomach quivered with anticipation as she went over her plan in her mind.
She stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away a little of her nervousness.
Drying, she went into her bedroom and selected her sexiest nightgown. A sheer, black shorty with a plunging neckline. She slipped it over her head and looked in the mirror. It barely came below her pussy. Her dark triangle of hair was a distinct shadow behind the transparent material. Her nipples looked like black discs behind it. She combed her hair and touched up her face and dabbed a touch of perfume behind her ears and between her tits.
She stepped into the hall and paused. Her chest heaved as she inhaled deeply and then entered the living room. Pete looked up at her as she crossed the room and settled into a chair. His eyes widened and his lips parted. She knew that he could see the slit of her pussy as she walked. She crossed her legs, as she sat down and looked down at him.
'Is the program good?' she asked, her voice soft.
'Uh… uh; yeah or I mean no,' he stammered. His eyes were glued to her body. She could almost feel them as they flicked over her. Her pussy pulsed and dampened between her thighs.
'Why don't you come up here and cuddle up with me and we'll watch it together or talk or whatever you want to do?' she suggested.
He looked at her for a long moment. She could almost see his mind working. She uncrossed her legs casually and watched his reaction. He glanced at her almost visible pussy and inhaled sharply.
'Come on up here,' she said, sliding over in the large chair and patting the cushion.
He rose slowly and slipped into the snug opening. Doris felt the rough cloth of his cut-offs against the soft flesh of her thigh. She looped her arm around his shoulders and hugged him to her, his arm pressing into her breast.
'You seem in better spirits than you were this morning. You don't feel bad about what we did, do you?' she asked.
'No. I did at first but then I thought about it for awhile and I knew that you did it out of love and concern and that I loved you and it seemed different,' he replied.
'You didn't talk to Mark about it did you?'
'Of course not!' he replied sharply. 'We did talk about sex but only in a general way. No one specific.'
'I was sure that you wouldn't, but you seemed so changed that I was curious what had brought it about.' She pulled him closer and kissed his forehead.
'Mark said that he had done it once. He was telling me what it was like and it didn't sound any better than what you did this morning,' Pete said. He rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes looking down at her nipples. He placed his hand on her leg.
Doris felt the juices begin to flow inside ha and the heat stirred between her legs. She looked down at his hand and tried to think what it would feel like sliding up between her thighs and touching her slippery pussy. The heat became a fire. Her clit throbbed.
'Oh, it can be better,' she replied, her voice thick with passion.
'I don't see how,' he said, his hand stroking her leg. His slim fingers moved in small circles over the soft skin. Her cunt spasmed with each move of the teen's fingers.
'I guest I should have said good in a different way. Some things in sex might be better than others but not
