sucked, drawing every drop of jism from his dick, swallowing it all and wanting more. She wanted to drink endlessly from this fountain of cum, the taste and texture of the thick drink excited her to a new plateau of lust. Frantically she drained the softening penis. She gulped down the last mouthful and lay back. Her body still twitched with the last of her orgasm. Skip cleaned her out with his tongue, tenderly licking the still engorged pussy, cleaning off the last traces of cum. Finally he raised his head and slid his body off hers. His limp penis slipped from her mouth, and she reached after it, wanting to keep it in her mouth. He swung around so he faced her and smiled at her. His lips and chin were smeared with pussy cum, and she raised her head to kiss him, wanting to taste her juices.
'Wow, you give some fantastic head,' he said approvingly. 'And your pussy, well, that tastes great!' He smacked his lips happily. 'I could taste my cum in there from when I screwed you before, something, huh?' He grinned at her. This had sure turned out to be some afternoon. He had seen the sexy woman around town and had fantasized over her, but he had never dreamed he would actually fuck her and then eat her out and have her blow him. He smiled at her, feeling all the power of his young manhood at conquering her. 'You've got a great body, too. I mean, you're really something special! You're beautiful!' He looked at her, visions of fucking her in every conceivable position running through his mind. He could come here every day. He wanted to do things to her he had never even thought of before — fuck her in the ass, between the breasts, the list was endless!
Maybe he could get it up again, he'd sure love to put it in her once more. He shivered, remembering how tight and hot it had been around his finger. He could almost feel it around his dick. That'd really be something, he thought avidly, picturing himself pounding into her creamy ass.
Barbara was just lying there. She was covered with sweat and exhausted, but her body was satisfied. She purred like a kitten sunning itself.
Chapter Three
'Jerry!' she gasped. 'I thought you were at school! How, what are you doing here?'
'I got all A's so I didn't have to take exams,' Jerry explained. 'Aren't you glad to see me, Mom?'
'Of course I am. I'm just a little surprised,' Barbara answered. Surprise wasn't the word for it. What if he'd come five minutes sooner? she thought grimly, picturing her son's horror-stricken face. She trod water, trying to compose her mind, trying to still her pounding heart. Guilt flooded her. How could she have succumbed to her lust, right here in her own home, with her son only minutes away. She closed her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint.
'Are you okay, Mom?' Jerry asked worriedly, looking at his mother's flushed face. 'You look kinda weird.'
'Oh, I'm fine. Just the heat. Thought I'd cool off in the pool…' Barbara became aware that she was babbling and pulled herself together. 'Well, I think it's wonderful you're home. Let's see, what time is it? Maybe we could go out for supper.' She clambered out of the water and stood beside her son. She glanced down at her body, all in order, no telltale signs of passion. 'Would you like that?'
'Sure, Mom,' Jerry answered. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It had been some time since he'd seen his mother in a bikini, and he'd been too young before to appreciate her beauty. For the first time he looked at her as a woman and not his mother. He was slightly embarrassed at his feelings, and he tore his eyes away from the tempting display of nearly nude flesh. He hadn't seen many girls in brief bathing attire this close. He and his buddies at school occasionally sneaked up the hill and spied on the local bathing beauties at the beach, but that was at a distance. He swallowed nervously, fixing his eyes on the ground. Unbidden, he thought of the pictures in his suitcase. An older boy had given them to him, and he hadn't dared to examine them closely in the crowded dormitory. He felt a sudden urge to run get them and take them to his bedroom to peruse them in private. He was aware of a breathlessness, a tightening in his groin that occurred when he was stimulated.
'Well, Jerry? That okay? I've got a date later on, but we can go to the pizza place or something first.' Barbara looked at her son anxiously. Now he was looking odd. Maybe the sun was getting him, too. All the worried mother now, all thoughts of her former lust erased, Barbara put out one hand and stroked her son's forehead.
Jerry jumped as if he'd been shot. 'Yes, that'll be great, Mom. I'll, I'll just run my bags upstairs.' He pulled away.
'Why don't you lie down and rest for a while? You look a little pale. I know that bus trip is murder!' Barbara smiled at her son. 'And I am glad you're home early. You just startled me earlier. I wasn't expecting anyone.'
'The door was open, so I just came on in,' Jerry answered. 'I think I will go lie down.' He looked at his mother, trying to appear sick. If she'll leave me alone for an hour or so, I can look at my pictures, he thought feverishly. The desire to gaze at the forbidden pictures had now reached an obsession. He licked his lips slightly and glanced at his mother again, wondering if she suspected anything. No, she wasn't even looking at him. She was staring at a damp spot beside the pool, a funny look on her face. He shrugged. 'See ya in a while, Mom,' he said, turning and running upstairs.
Barbara followed him more slowly. I guess he didn't suspect anything, she mused. He did look a little strange for a minute, he was staring at me, but it was probably the heat. I think I'll take a shower, too, must get on with things. I have to forget that boy, that must never happen again. I wonder how old he is, nineteen? He looks mature for his age. As she remembered the most mature part of his body, she blushed vividly and thrust down the thought.
Never again. I'll have to be sure to keep the door locked from now on. Anyhow, now that Jerry's home for break, he won't bother me again. I'll keep so busy with Jerry I won't have time to think about horrible lewd things. Filled with resolution, Barbara disappeared into her bedroom. God! My own son will be ninteen next week! And here I was with a boy his own age!
Jerry sprawled on the bed. He had closed his door and felt quite safe. His Mom never came in when the door was closed. She was a great believer in privacy. He spread the pictures in front of him and began to look at each one carefully. He had pulled his pants off in preparation for his jack-off session. He figured that if he came really good, it would wipe out the thoughts he'd had looking at his mother. Jerry knew how awful it was to have thoughts like that about your mother, it was a major sin. Not only that, if anyone found out they'd probably put him in a home or something. Someplace for perverted, evil boys. He shivered and resolved never to look at his mother again. He concentrated on the pictures.
There were seven of them. The first was of a buxom blonde. She was naked except for a garter belt and black nylons, and she was staring at the camera with a lascivious expression on her face, her tongue protruding from her full lips.
Jerry drew a deep breath, wondering how it would feel to kiss her on those full wet lips. As his eyes slowly took in the rest of the picture, his breathing quickened and his hand dropped to his penis, which was hardening against his leg. He grasped it between thumb and forefinger and began slowly stroking it. He looked at the woman's pictured breasts for a long time, his breath coming in ragged puffs as he ran his finger over the picture, imagining how those big boobs would feel under his hand. 'Oh, baby,' he breathed. 'What a set!' He breathed harder, picturing his lips fastened on the erect nipples. Almost unwillingly, he slid his eyes farther down.
The woman's legs were widespread, and she was holding her cunt open with one hand, showing the treasures inside. A thick growth of bushy curls covered her twat, curling along the extended lips of her open cunt. Jerry could just make out the ridges and convolutions of the slit. He peered closer. It looked wet. It almost glistened in the picture, seeming to beckon him nearer. He stroked it with a trembling finger, fantasizing that he was running his digit over a real, wet cunt. He had touched a cunt before, the gardener's daughter let the boys at school feel her for a dollar. But she didn't have one like this. Hers was sparsely furred and the slit was tiny, nothing like this fleshy abundance. Jerry could see a tiny knob of flesh at the top of the opening. He wondered if that was the thing the boy who had given him the picture had told him about. Supposedly you could just press on this nub of flesh and the girl would let you do anything you wanted. Jerry's hand moved faster on his pecker as he imagined what he would do. He put the picture aside and went on to the next.
In this picture a young red-headed woman was sucking a guy off. The girl's body wasn't as full as the other woman's, her breasts were small and tilted upwards. Jerry thought they looked like ripe fruit and wished he could bite into them. Her body was bent over, showing her luscious ass, and the contrast of her long red hair against the white ass made Jerry's heart stop. But the interesting thing was, her mouth was completely full, her lips distended
