excitement. How many times had she masturbated while Jamie watched? How many times had she jerked off to the rhythm of Jamie's heavy breathing?
She trembled slightly and moved her hips forward to meet his thrusting fingers. 'Suck it baby,' she said, biting down on her lower lip and grimacing. 'Suck mother's cunt.'
He plopped down on his belly and she laced a finger through his hair as he inched closer to her snatch. How she wanted his tongue on her scalding pussy-flesh. She held her thighs wide apart and watched his lips approach her gash. Her breathing remained shallow as her excitement increased.
Still, she wouldn't let him bring her off. 'A woman likes to wait until her orgasm is so overpowering it just bursts out,' she said. 'You lay down, darling, and let mother make you hard again.'
His face shiny and wet with her pussy-juice, she eased him onto his back and lowered her face to his still-soft prick. She easily took the whole thing into her mouth and wet it down with her saliva. She moved her lips from the flared rim under his knob to the base and pressed her nose lovingly into his cock-bush.
She whispered endearments to him as she licked and he groaned as his cock twitched and stirred in her eager mouth. Either God answered the teenage boy's prayers or Rona had a very talented mouth. Within ten minutes his dick was completely stiff again and Jamie grinned proudly.
'I knew you'd be able to do it,' Rona smiled, hugging his cock to her tits. 'Oh, baby, we'll fuck now. Oh, yes, your cock is just right for fucking. Nice and hard and your balls are full of cream.' She licked all over his prick and balls and held his cock against her cheek. It felt warm and silky and she wasn't able to resist taking it back into her mouth.
The boy couldn't believe his mother was actually sucking his prick. He couldn't believe she was in bed with him, naked, and they were about to fuck. He pinched himself, but he didn't awaken. It wasn't a dream at all. It was a wonderful fantasy come true.
'I just can't stop sucking you,' she said, sliding her lips halfway down his cockshaft.
She squeezed a drop of fluid out of his pisser and licked it off. She repeated that a few times and then squeezed down on his cock-root. The boy groaned and reached for her tits. He clutched them in his hands and she held his dick in her fist while she moved up and let him suck briefly on her boobs.
And then Rona somehow lost control. Jamie pushed her onto her back, spread her legs wide and thrust his dick all the way into her cunthole. She was not only surprised, she was pleased by his aggressiveness.
'Yes, darling, yes!' she sighed.
He surged into her and she took him and milked his cock with her strong cunt-muscles. She raked her fingernails over his back and he slammed into her again and again with a force that took her breath away.
'Coming!' he gasped, his dick pounding her in a frenzy and his jism shooting hotly in to her slit. 'Coming, Mom!'
'Me too, darling!' Rona cried. 'Me too!'
CHAPTER EIGHT
Months went by and the Black family became divided into two camps. Jamie and Rona and Jodie and her father. Rona was an intelligent woman and she knew they were headed toward danger so she made an appointment with a psychologist.
After six visits, during which Rona told him all about her affair with Jamie and her suspicions about Jodie and Bob, the therapist began giving her some advice which Rona took very seriously.
He told her the two camps had to end, that they had to become a family again. He didn't chastise her for her affair with Jamie, but he told her not to depend too much on the boy for sex. As Jamie grew up he would seek girls his own age to sleep with and then Rona would feel hurt and lonelier than ever.
He told her to spend more time with Jodie. He said that teenage girls go through many phases, among them an incredible attachment phase for their fathers. Jodie was undoubtedly in that phase, but it was lasting too long.
He told Rona to let Jodie know she loved her. Women traditionally favor their sons and men their daughters. It's totally sexual, he said and very normal. Nothing to be ashamed of. But, there should be limits set and it's usually up to the woman of the family to set them.
After her eighth visit the psychologist told Rona she was perfectly healthy and to return only to let him know how things had gone at home. Other than that she needed no further treatment. In her heart Rona wasn't so certain, but she promised the therapist she'd try.
Since her affair began with Jamie, her sexual appetite had increased. Rick came around occasionally and they continued their torrid affair. But he was basically a playboy and Rona needed continuity in her life.
She became more obsessed with sex than ever, but discouraged Jamie and the boy began seeing a little redhead with pigtails and the biggest tits Rona had ever seen.
Rona made a date with Jodie one Saturday to spend the day together. When Jodie expressed surprise, Rona told her it was time the women in the Black house became better friends.
'First we'll have a little drink,' Rona said to her daughter on the appointed day. 'You're too young, but since it's just us girls we'll have a little white wine.'
'This is nice, Mom,' Jodie said, wrinkling her nose as she sipped her wine. 'How come we're doing this?'
Rona gathered her thoughts. 'I just thought it would be nice,' she said. 'I've got an idea. Let's see if some of my clothes fit you. When you were little you always liked to dress up in my clothes. Now we're almost the same size. I think you're old enough to share clothes with me now, don't you?' Rona smiled tentatively and breathed a sigh of relief when Jodie sat forward, eyes shining.
'That'd be neat, Mom,' she said. Rona casually refilled the teenager's wine glass, but her fingers shook as she sipped her own. There were silences between snatches of conversation and Rona realized just how long it had been since she'd spent time alone with her daughter.
'Drink up,' Rona smiled crookedly. The wine was making her dizzy. She had only black coffee for breakfast. She brought her feet up on the sofa and gazed with glazed eyes at the teenage girl.
Jodie finished her second glass of wine and held her glass out for a third. She giggled a lot, but other than that Rona could see no sign that her thinking was limited by the booze. She refilled her glass.
'Cheers,' the older woman said, draining her glass. 'Here's to mothers and daughters.'
The smile disappeared from Jodie's face. Even in her wine-induced fog Rona knew something was wrong. 'What's the matter, darling?' she said. 'Did I say something to hurt your feelings?'
'No,' Jodie said in a tiny voice.
They sat across from each other and now Jodie rested her head on the back of the sofa and met Rona's gaze. 'You can tell me what's on your mind,' Rona said. 'I am your mother, you know.'
'Oh, Mom, I know I can talk to you, but lately I've had the impression that you don't love me as much as you love Jamie.'
Rona's heart pounded. She sat forward on her chair and gazed at her sexy daughter. When did the child grow so pretty? When did her figure turn so lush and sexy and womanlike? Her hair was dark blonde and long and she wore it pulled back in a ponytail. Now tendrils of golden curls escaped from her ponytail and clung moistly to her forehead. Her skin, was like porcelain, but her cheeks were pink with the natural glow of youth.
Rona moved a hand to her face and thought how the girl's lips looked like the hairless lips of a lovely pink pussy.
'Oh, honey, that's not true,' she said. 'It's just that women… men… oh, I can't think straight now. Too much wine, I guess.' She moved her hand to her bead and closed her eyes.
'You mean you love me as much as you love Jamie?' Jodie said, sitting forward, her firm young tits bulging out of her tee-shirt.
Rona felt the folds of her cunt contract and moisten in response to the girl's loveliness.
'Just exactly as much,' she said. 'And your father loves Jamie as much as he loves you. We just show it differently because of the gender thing.'
'I'm so glad we're having this talk,' Jodie said. 'When can we, I mean try on clothes?' She sat forward again and her innocent face shone with enthusiasm.
