of her feet to the red tips of her nipples. The fire had gone out in the night and all she was wearing were goose bumps.
Clasping her hands around her and squeezing her tits in her arms, she scurried to the fireplace and threw some small logs and old newspapers in. Then she got the fire going again with the butane lighter.
The exercise had warmed her somewhat and she stood and turned in front of the fire, toasting herself. She was sore all over, from her tits to her much abused pussy, and the heat soaking into her skin seemed the right cure. She edged up on the fire until the heat threatened to singe her chestnut pubic hair, then she turned around and presented her butt to the fire.
It felt good. The heat soaked into her buttocks and then between her legs. She spread her feet a little and her soft cunny got warm and cozy too. The tired muscles of her thighs seemed to be rejuvenated.
'Gee, Mom, you look good standing in front of the fire and everything.' John was sitting up in bed, a self- satisfied smirk on his twelve-year-old face. The sheet had dropped off of him and Sally was surprised by the rigid hard-on peeking up from the sheets.
Something twisted inside of her. His white-skinned cock tipped with the pulsing red cap was a beacon calling to her, beckoning to her to come and be fulfilled. His cock was so pure that she couldn't reject it. The veins were faint and looked like line tracings.
She licked her dry lips. He wanted something. And she knew what it was. He wanted her hot, humid pussy to be wrapped around his soft-hard cock, smothering it with caresses.
Tommy was still sleeping, lying quietly beside his brother. His face was set in a little grill that she suspected was caused by his dreaming about his sexual activity of a few hours earlier.
Sally felt putty soft. She felt toasted warm and indolent. Her thighs were aching to be opened and have something shoved between them. She walked toward her son, conscious of the bobbing of her tits and the tingle between her legs. He could see everything. In fact his eyes looked at everything. She knew that as she walked her cunt lips slipped and slid against each other and she wondered if he could see her pussy opening and closing, exposing the red, velvety lining of her vagina.
John lay back on the bed. He smiled. His cock stood straight up and dominated him even though, compared to a full grown man's, it was small and not particularly significant.
'Mom,' he said, 'I want to fuck you. It's not fair. You fucked Tommy, and he's younger than I am. You've never fucked me. Never! And I want to feel my prick all warm and soft in your pussy. I know it will feel so good. And I'll love you for it, Mom. Honest. I'll love to put it in and I know you've got a great ass, Mom!'
The boy's voice rambled on and he stared big-eyed at his mother's crotch.
'That's all right, John,' Sally said soothingly. 'I'm coming baby. I'll let you put that prick in me. I want it, honey. Honest. I know you'll make Mommy feel real good!'
She knew as she moved toward her son what had been wrong with him. He'd seen his brother screwing her and he was jealous. But Sally knew how to fix that – make him un-jealous. She had always treated them exactly equal. What one got, the other also had if she could manage it.
Well, Tommy had fucked her pussy and she told herself as she walked toward the bed, her hips swaying, that that was the reason John had to do it too. It wasn't enough that he had finger fucked her. She told herself that it was going to have to be done absolutely right.
Her cunt was tingly with anticipation and when she got to the bed John still lay on his back, staring up. He looked almost frightened.
Sally knelt over him. Her tits were like creamy, inverted scoops of vanilla ice cream topped by cherries as she spread her knees to either side of his hips. 'Play with me, John. Touch my titties.'
At her command, the boy's hands came up and clasped her breasts. Waves of feeling spread through Sally. Excitement quickened her breathing.
Slowly she began lowering her hips, weaving her crotch from side to side blindly looking for his joy stick.
'Ooooh, I love your titties, Mommy. I really do.'
'That's good, son. I love you to play with them. Mommy wants you to have anything you want. Anything, darling, ummmmm, that's the way. Suck them. Pull them. Make them feel good, baby.'
'I will, Mommy. I will!' John was sucking them like a baby.
Sally's breasts throbbed as she looked down and watched her creamy tit skin sliding in and out of her son's mouth. The nipple showed and stretched and then it was gone back in his mouth and she ached all over. Her hips thrust vainly down looking for his short sword.
His cock was jabbing between her legs at the soft, sensitive skin. She twisted and felt the joyful connection as it pushed at her swollen labia. She was tight and excited. The joy juice was leaking out of her twat onto his pecker and it felt wonderful.
'Hold still, Mommy,' John cried plaintively, 'I can't get it in if you keep moving around like that.'
With an effort of will, Sally stilled her gyrating hips and held them in place, like a bulls-eye that was set in a field for an archer. John grasped her breasts with his hands. She wanted to collapse into a quivering heap of sexual desire on him, but she, didn't. Her knees were next to collapse and it took an effort of will to brace herself above her son and wait for his move.
The boy was suddenly still. Sally felt his cock poking at her pocket. It felt damn good. The fire was casting heat on her butt and she was warmly ready. She wanted it. She wasn't just giving her ass, her cunt, a fuck to her san. She really wanted him.
'Now, John! Now. Fuck me now. Don't just tease Mommy like this!'
The boy heard the plea in her voice and he was ready to answer it. His hips surged upward and Sally gasped in shocked surprise.
'Uhhhhhuuuuuhhhh!!!' His cock felt a million times bigger than it looked. It was pushed up into her hot vagina forcing her open and she was going crazy on it. Her cunt lips spread around it, clasping in and sucking hard, filling itself with his hard sex stick.
'Harder,' Sally groaned. She plunged down with her hips and screamed with ecstasy at the feeling his hot cock made forcing its way up her almost dry hole. It went in and in. It turned her cunt inside out and still it went in. She couldn't think how she had ever decided it was a short pecker. Not John's. It filled her better than Jason's or Hal's cock ever had. More and better. She loved it plunging in her.
'Oh, Mother,' the boy cried in a sudden moment of revelation, 'I'm fucking you and it feels super wonderful. It does, honest…'
Sally didn't try to stop that feeling. Her hips ground and twisted. She felt his cock turning and slithering inside her hot box. The boy bucked up, filling her with fat dick, pounding her cunt to raw jay as he slipped in and out.
Sally looked down between her breasts and was captivated by the sight. His sweet, darling little white stick was jabbing in and out of her hairy bush. She could see her cunny, like a toothless mouth, sucking at it. Even her sex hole had a mind of its own and didn't want to let it get away. Not even for a moment. Harder and harder, Sally stabbed down. She cried out as his cock pushed and struck into her marshmallow cunt. She was all soft goo and silk inside and she couldn't hurt him. God, but it felt good!
John was cooperating too. He pounded up into her hole with vigor and enthusiasm. His fingers clawed at the front of her cunt and separated the top of her twat lips and found her clitoris. Wet with her moisture, his fingers managed to grasp it and hang on even though her hips jack hammered up and down in steady cadence. His hand pressed hard and sexually at her soft, exterior mons.
'OhOhOhOhOhOhOhOhOh!!!!' Sally's voice rose in a fevered howl.
What her son was doing to her was more than just turning her on. He was making a woman out of her. Causing her to come to full sexual feeling. Drawing her to a climax like she had never experienced before and tearing her apart doing it. She was nothing more than a bundle of sexual nerve endings and dangling pleasures and she couldn't get away.
'More, John,' she gasped desperately. 'Give me more cock. More!'
The boy strained to do that. He ground his pecker in her soft, sweet hole. His hands pinched her breasts making her whole body quiver.
'Fuck me, Mother! Please cum, Mommy. Please!'
'Yes, darling. Mommy's going to do it. Yes, yes, yessssssss!'
Sally was dizzy. Her senses were failing. All but one. That cock spreading her twat open. It was like the sea pounding up into her. She felt it sliding over every inch of her hot box. Every inch.
