tender flesh of her snatch. Even though they were buried in her, pubic hair, the boy hadn't worked up nerve enough to actually put a finger in her box.
'Please, Tommy,' Sally whispered. 'Stick it in. All the way in.'
She wondered if her son knew what she meant by that. He was so young! But an instant later Sally sighed with pleasure as she felt the boy's finger invade her sex slit. She clamped her legs together and trapped his hand as she mewed, 'Oh, oh, oh yessss, Tommy.'
His hand touched her clitoris and she went rigid.
'Tommy,' she said. 'We'd better – we'd better go in my bedroom.'
'Okay, Mom.' The boy withdrew his finger from his mother's snatch, but it was obvious to both of them that he wished he didn't have to do that. They were both enjoying it too much.
Sally led the way into the bedroom. She let her butt wiggle as lasciviously as she could manage. The boy had gone after her ass like a natural butt man and she couldn't begin to explain how much she had enjoyed the way he played with her ass cheeks before he slid his finger in her snatch. Sometimes she wished Hal would play with her that way. But his idea of a good fuck was to hop in the saddle and pump away for thirty seconds and then go to sleep.
In the bedroom, she pulled back the flowered lavender bedspread and got into bed on the clean, white sheet and sprawled out on her back.
'Let's play a game, Tommy,' she said brightly.
'Okay, Mom,' the boy said. His voice sounded a note between joyous optimism and mournful speculation.
'You liked putting your hand… on my snatch, didn't you?'
'Yeah,' the boy admitted. 'I sure did. It was really something.'
'Well, how would you like to play with me and do anything you want to do? Anything at all?' Sally smiled at him to show she meant it.
'Boy oh boy. Wouldn't I.' Tommy's enthusiasm extended all the way to his cock and Sally was mortified to see how straight and hard it was barely a few minutes after she would have sworn she sucked it dry.
'Well, I'm going to lay down on the beet and you can do anything you like if you really want to. All right?'
Tommy nodded brightly and there was no question of his assent.
Sally seemed calm and cool as she stretched out on the bed. But inside she was frothing with heated emotions she couldn't sort out. It was wrong, what she was going to do. There was no doubt about that. But she wanted it so much, so hard that nothing would stop her.
She ran her hands down her body, feeling the youthful vibrance of her skin and the taut response of her breasts and nipples. She was glad she wasn't saggy and used looking. She wanted Tommy to like her body. Her thighs were hot and sweaty where they came together. Moving her hand across her crotch ruffled her pubic hair and let a cool wave of air invade her heated snatch.
Staring up at the ceiling she tried to force her heart to pump slower. But she was excited. Tense. Not knowing what her impetuous son might think of doing was terrifying in away. What did an eleven year-old know about sex anyway?
If he'd had the chance to tell her. Tommy could have surprised his mother more than a little. Staring at her naked body, he was reminded of all the things that the kids at school were always talking about, the older kids, anyway. He stared at his mother's prone body with the sweet, lush curves and knew that she was what the boys called a sweet piece.
Slowly he took his t-shirt off. It didn't seem quite right to be wearing it, and then he climbed on the bed and stood up.
Sally was startled by Tommy standing on the bed. She'd never expected anything like that to happen. She stared up and he seemed gigantic. His cock projected out over her head like a giant crane. His balls were shadowed orbs. His face looked so far away it was unreal.
'Mommy,' Tommy said. 'I've got to pee!'
Sally was speechless. She watched the jerkings of her son's cock as he stood over her and then the unbelieving stream of yellow urine arching out from that hairless penis to come splattering down in a hot stream to strike her body. The hot piss trailed from her frantic crotch up her body and over her breasts to splatter against her lips. Everywhere the piss struck her it was like she was doused in molten steel.
Her cunt was frantic at the sudden heat. She wanted to stuff it with cock the way she'd stuff a cabbage for dinner.
'Oh, Tommy!' she moaned. Realizing her son was degrading her and feeling that she deserved it for being a slut. 'Piss on me, Tommy! Don't stop, darling. Do it to me!'
The hot yellow stuff splattered in her mouth, bitter and acrid, but she swallowed it as her punishment. She licked it off her lips with her tongue and she writhed in frenzied heat as the stream of urine stopped and she was denied her atonement. She was being punished by her son.
Suddenly Tommy slumped by her side on the bed. 'Oh, Mommy, I didn't mean to do that,' he cried. 'Really. I didn't. I just had to go then. I couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried, really.'
'It's okay, baby. Mommy understands.' Sally was shaking with the released emotions that his act had unveiled and she didn't pay him much attention at that particular moment. But Tommy knew what to do.
Appalled by what he had done to his mother, he knew he could pay her back, make her feel good about him. She had sucked his little wiener and he could do the same thing for her. He'd never done it before, but the boys at school were all the time talking about giving girls head with lewd descriptions and graphic gestures, and Tommy knew he could make it all right that way.
The boy knelt between his mother's legs and leaned forward. He smelled the heavy, sexual odor of her cunt and close up he was surprised at the thick, rubbery looking lips that surrounded her pussy. But he was determined to fix everything for his mother. And this was the only way he knew how to do it.
He held his breath and dove face first into the soft, tangled patch of hair that guarded her vaginal opening…
Sally squealed. The sudden shove of Tommy's inexperienced tongue into her tight vagina had taken her by surprise. It took her a moment to realize what the boy was doing.
At first she could hardly tell what was happening. The boy's small tongue slipping into the tight hole was lost in the vast, roaring sensation that had started in her sex cavern when he pissed on her. But it only took brief seconds for her to finally sort out the sensations.
It wasn't as good as Ralph's practiced motions and bigger tongue slurping at her hole, but it was twice as good. Knowing it was her son drilling into her cunt was qualitatively a lot better than mere size.
'Ooooooh, that's fine, Tommy,' she said, encouraging the boy to probe more. She didn't want him to quit. Not now. 'Twist it around in there, honey. That's the way. Now, suck my clitoris. That little button at the top. Please. For Mommy, baby.' She talked to him, guiding him and occasionally squealing at the results.
Tommy followed his mother's directions explicitly. He moved from sex slot to the red-lined, beautiful lips of her cunt. His tongue shot into her hole dragging out the musky liquid that welled up from her depths, then he nibbled at the tender pubes until she screamed for mercy. Faster and faster his tongue licked, darting in and out like hummingbirds' wings.
Sally lifted her legs toward the ceiling and howled as her son sucked eagerly at the tiny knob of her clitoris, elongating it and drawing it out of her little hiding place.
Finally, when she could stand it no more, Sally grabbed the boy by his arms and dragged him away from her ravaged crotch. He licked and kissed her breasts and, suddenly, in a fit of inspiration, fastened on to her cherry-red nipple sticking up from her breast like a penis out of a snow hill.
'Oh, migod,' Sally moaned. She swiveled her hips and caught her son's slender waist between her legs. She pressed him tight to her and without willing it to happen, felt his small cock slip into her soft, warm cock sheath.
'Fuck me!' Sally demanded frantically. 'Fuck me! Fuck me!'
Tommy was as startled by what happened as Sally. One minute he was hunched over his mother sucking on her breast like a little baby enjoying every moment of it, and then his virgin cock had slid into something soft and gushy that seemed to clutch at it and hold it.
'I'm trying, Mommy,' the boy almost cried as he concentrated.
