Sally's lush, mature body came into view.
First the soapy water pulled back from her firm breasts, leaving traces of soap suds on her creamy skin. Then it dropped further. The front of her smooth, sexy thighs broke the top of the bath water like glistening rocks being revealed by the falling tide. Then her legs were obvious and a trough of foamy water was trapped between her soft thighs while the water puddled around her beautiful, contoured buttocks.
Tommy was breathing hard. His little cock jumped in his pants as Sally opened her legs and let the trapped water splash into the rapidly emptying tub. She was breathing hard too. The sudden gush of water down her thighs and the weird sensation of it trickling over her aching vagina made her crotch ache with a fierce, inner heat.
With the last of the water swirling down the drain in the tub, Sally knew she had finally committed herself to committing incest with her own, pre-teenaged son!
Compulsively, she wrapped her arms around his waist and started to drag his pants down over his buttocks.
Tommy stood stock still. He may not even have known his mother was stripping him naked. He was staring at the reddish thatch of hair between his mother's legs and licking his dry lips. The hair was covered with a froth of bubbles that burst one by one but at a tremendous rate. His mother's twat was being unveiled for him as surely as if she were stripping especially for him.
The bubbles burst and the dark, chestnut hair became visible.
As Sally stirred uneasily, the hair seemed to ripple and almost part and underneath Tommy could see the hot movement of her cleft. It was almost like a strip show in which the boy thought he could see everything, but wasn't sure he was seeing anything at all.
But whatever Tommy saw, it didn't really matter because Sally could see all she wanted to, and that was everything.
Once his pants had dropped down his legs to puddle around his ankles, Tommy was completely naked from the waist down. His cock stuck straight out in front of him, like a spear. Underneath, his balls, still not large with the loose skin of a man, huddled close to his immature penis. His skin was pink and white and he didn't have a single pubic hair.
For a long moment, Sally stared at the boy's cock. It was beautiful even though it was small in comparison to her husband's or her brother's. But that made it all the dearer to Sally.
The head was baby pink. Folds of white skin surrounded it and to Sally it seemed super virginal. Clean. Fresh. There weren't words to describe the sensations that raced through her like a chill when she saw her son's sex organs.
Gently, so as not to scare him, Sally breathed on his hard little penis. It stiffened slightly under the unexpected stimulus.
Then, trying to quiet the pounding of her own heart, Sally lowered her lips until they were engulfing the boy's tender cockhead.
Tommy stopped looking with wonder at her crotch, then. He looked down and saw what she was doing. 'Mother!' he exclaimed. He was speechless and couldn't say more, he was so enveloped in the hot, wet mouth that sucked at his throbbing cock.
Damning herself, but gently, Sally slurped her son's penis between her soft, pillowy lips. The minute she did, she thought irrationally that she was getting lipstick on his prick, but she didn't really care.
Once Tommy's cock was in her mouth, Sally felt herself falling into a bottomless pit of passion. His penis rolling around in her mouth, stiff as it was, sent thrills racing to her brain that almost made her faint. It seemed to Sally that her mouth had become a second, more sensitive vagina.
Tommy's response was just as immediate. He wrapped his arms around his mother's head and clung to it white her mouth masticated his little joy stick. The boy had just recently started beating himself off, but what was happening to him was so much better that he almost couldn't stand it. 'Don't stop, Mommy,' he pleaded with her.
Sally had no intention of stopping. The boy's penis in her mouth was like a stick of dynamite… Each touch, each bit of movement was an avalanche of pleasure. She bathed it in her saliva and wondered at the clean, smooth feel and flavor. She sucked on the rosy head and was elated to discover she loved the taste of his semen as it flowed to the tip of his cock and filled her mouth.
Gently Sally's soapy hands cupped her son's naked balls. She stroked them and pulled on them, making the boy even more excited. His cock grew harder and longer. It throbbed and pulsed.
Tommy writhed in a fit of sexual madness. His hands tore at his mother's hair as he encouraged the incessant sucking of his sex organ. 'Oh, Mommy,' he cried. 'Don't stop doing that to meeee!'
Sally couldn't stop. She began to mouth fuck his little sucker with a sturdy beat, her head pumping back and forth, her lips softening and compressing in regular rhythm. Her breath was hot on his tool and even those steady strokes of hot air turned Tommy on.
Forgetting that she was in the bathtub, that the water was gone, Sally lowered one hand to finger her crotch. Her long, slender finger played first at the top of her sex cleft, rubbing her clitoris until it was ready to stand up hard and straight. Then her finger divided the chestnut pubic hair and found the long slot of her cunt. Delicately she began stroking up and down the elongated lips, starting electrical fires in her cunt. Her hips writhed in response to her own self-manipulation.
Tommy watched in fascination. He couldn't take his eyes away. He could only look as his mother brought herself to a furious climax by finger fucking herself. Even as she slid an index finger into her quivering sex hole and began sawing it in and out, Tommy was falling over the edge from virginity to manhood. He felt the hot rise of moisture in his prick. His muscles convulsed in knots as he felt his groin beginning to erupt into a fountain of molten lava.
Sally sensed his sexual heat. Her mouth slid faster, more eagerly, more greedily up and down his immature stem. She couldn't stop. Where before she had been turned off completely by the idea of tasting or even touching a man's pecker with her mouth, now she was in a frenzy to be rewarded for her efforts. She wanted it to happen!
Suddenly Tommy cried out and wrapped his arms tight around her head. His penis was pulsing furiously. It beat a tattoo inside her mouth that went straight to her crotch.
Her own hand was slick wet with her sex fluid. Her hips writhed and twisted as Tommy suddenly began jetting spurt after spurt of sweet sex cream in her avaricious mouth.
Sally gulped his liquid down and at the same time her body trembled in the throes of its own orgasm. She sucked until there was no more to suck and Tommy was crying, 'Please, Mommy. No more.'
Then she lay back in the tub, satiated for the first time in her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
'That was… fun, Mom,' Tommy finally breathed.
Sally couldn't help but agree with him. She got out of the tub and let Tommy help dry her off, encouraging his giggles when his hand slipped 'accidentally' to squeeze her breast. 'Do my back, Tommy,' she said finally. She turned her back to the boy and relaxed, enjoying the feel of the yellow terry cloth on her skin.
He started at her neck and worked down. The towel scrubbed at her shoulders and slid around her chest where the boy gently massaged her tits. They weren't sore any more. She sighed. 'Yes,' she said, 'that's the way to do it.'
Then he had the towel around her hips. His small hands cupped her rotund ass cheeks and squeezed and pinched and fondled as much as he dried. Sally couldn't believe it, but she realized the boy was getting her hot again.
'Tommy…' she started to protest, but it was too late.
The towel had fallen out of the youngster's hands and his fingers were freely caressing her naked buttocks. She groaned and leaned forward slightly, but in an instant his warm, agile hands were caressing between her thighs and she couldn't stand it.
Sally wiggled her butt and Tommy's hands moved with her hips. His fingertips were like hot coals on the
