had never seen a cock squirt before, and there was an eruption in her cunt that almost doubled her over.
She did not say anything to her son about what she had seen. She kept it to herself, with the image burning hotly in her brain, along with those words.
And she began to forget to wear a bra or panties. And she sometimes found her son peeking up her dress.
Karen knew, in the back of her mind, that she was sitting in such a way so he could peek up her dress but she was unable to stop herself from doing it. It was as if her subconscious mind was guiding her, forcing her to do such things, things she had never done in her entire life, things she considered shameful and degrading. Only the 'bad' girls did such things, the girls who took money or other favors from men, girls who didn't care about their reputations or feel a bit of self-worth.
She surprised herself by trying to peek at her son when he had Sally with him, actually wanting to see his cock fucking the little girl again. She was tormented with the wild, burning desire to watch them fucking, and she fought against it, losing miserably.
She had not seen them fucking again, but she had seen them sitting together, kissing and hugging and fondling. Even that excited her, knowing where it would lead them very soon. But when they were overcome by the urge to fuck, they would leave the house and go someplace. Karen suspected they used the garage, the back seat of the car parked there, but she didn't have the nerve to look out there. She was afraid they would see her, and that would have embarrassed her terribly.
Somehow, Karen felt that Sally would simply giggle naughtily, unconcerned about being caught. Her son, maybe, would look a little shame-faced at first, but then he too would probably laugh it off. She sensed that that would be all they would feel, a momentary shyness. It would be her who blushed from head to toe.
Just the day before, Karen had noticed the bulge in her son's pants. He was bold when he looked at her, his gaze riveted upon the stiffness of her nipples straining against the top of her dress, or at the exposure of her long thigh as she crossed her legs. She saw the bulge of his cock, and, when she realized it was her body which caused his hard-on, she felt a mixture of revulsion and ecstasy. Not revulsion, perhaps, but a tinge of shame.
And a little excitement that her body was causing his cock to be so hard.
So she was sprawled over her bed now, her face buried in her pillow, the images of her son fucking Sally, her pretty ass naked, uplifted, and wiggling around with pleasure, calling out to Brett to fuck her. Karen could see them as clearly as if they were fucking right now, the words still loud in her ears.
She was writhing her ass without realizing what she was doing as the heat grew between her thighs. She could feel the bubbling desire in and around her cunt, but she didn't know she was wiggling her ass, grinding her cunt against the mattress as the image of her son fucking Sally grew bright behind her tear-filled eyes.
When she had flung herself across the bed, her skirt, wide and flaring, had flown up high, exposing her thighs to the curve of her rounded ass, showing, the hint of her panties. Her feet dangled over the edge of the bed as she sobbed with wild hunger into the pillow. The cheeks of her shapely ass writhed and clenched as she pressed her cunt hard into the mattress.
She was totally unaware that she was starting to whisper the words that burned in her mind. 'Cock… cunt.. fuck… cunt
.. cock… cock… fuck…
She dug her nails into the pillow as the sensations grew hotter between her thighs. She began opening and closing her legs, scissoring them, her ass twisting.
There was heat building up inside her cunt, heat which was finding a release. It was that wanton beast inside her cunt bellowing for instant satisfaction. She felt as if her cunt was going to melt from her body, her clit burst into a thousand bits and pieces. Even her tits, flattened against the bed, had become swollen and her nipples seemed as hard as rocks.
'Fuck..fuck,' she was whispering. 'Fuck… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!'
Her skirt was pushed higher by her hip motions. Now the tight seat of her panties was exposed, and the crotch was soaking wet. But she didn't really feel the wetness because her cunt was on fire.
'Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!' Her ass wiggled.
'Fuck me!'
Her cunt pressed.
'Fuck me… fuck me!'
The cheeks of her ass clenched. 'Hot cunt…'
She ground hard.
'Hot cock!' Her ass lifted.
'Hard cock, fuck me!'
She slammed her cunt down into the mattress very hard, grinding wantonly. The waves of heat seared her, and a soft moan bubbled from her constricted throat when an orgasm began to flash through her.
Standing in the doorway, eyes enormous, was Brett.
He had come to his mother with some question now forgotten, watching with a glassy expression as she pounded her hips up and down. He could see the length of her slender legs, could see up between them when she opened them. He could see the crotch of her panties, the way she clenched the cheeks of her ass. His cock had immediately become hard inside his pants, throbbing there, dripping and making a wet spot on his shorts.
Everyone said how beautiful his mother was. She was also helpful with school activities and such things. Everyone liked her. She was friendly to all, and especially helpful with the boys and girls in his class, sometimes substituting when the regular teacher was ill. She was popular and most of the boys and girls in his class wanted her to become the full-time teacher, but Karen wanted only a part-time
job.
Brett-like most boys his age-never considered his mother as having sexual feelings. She was his mother, that was all. When he had first noticed her thighs, her tits straining without a bra, he had learned that she was desirable not only as a mother, but as a beautiful woman who could create dull pains in his balls. Since he had a problem keeping his cock out of Sally's cunt now that they were fucking, he began to wonder why he never saw his mother with a man. At his age, he thought everyone wanted to fuck more than anything in the world. The more he saw of his mother's body, the more he felt like touching her.
Now, seeing her twisting her ass about, banging her cunt up and down, he wanted to touch her more then ever. He could see the bottom half of her panties and, when she opened her legs, the crotch stretched tight, the curling hairs of her cunt poking out. And his cock had become hard, very hard.
And then he heard her sobs turn into words.
'Fuck me… fuck me!'
His desire became intensely pronounced as he watched and listened.
'Hot cunt… hard cock… fuck me!'
That was when he stepped into her bedroom, his eyes staring fixedly at her revealed
thighs and panties, her squirming, twisting ass. His cock was bulging out very hard, his balls tight at the base of his prick.
Karen, not knowing her son was watching, whipped her ass up and down, making tight screwing motions, slamming her bubbling cunt against the, mattress.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' she said over and over in a hot, husky voice. 'Ohhhh, fuck my cunt… fuck my pussy hard!'
Brett was almost there. He could have reached out and touched her feet, but that was where he stopped, his gaze burning upon her grinding ass, seeing the smooth, creamy half moons that were exposed since her panties had drawn into the crack of her ass.
'Fuck me… oh, fuck me!' Karen moaned. 'I need it so much! Fuck me… fuck me, Brett!'
Karen may not have known what she said, but her son certainly heard her. His name came like a blow to him, a blow that rocked him on his heels, and made his cock throb hard inside his pants.
'Fuck me, Brett!'
And she slammed her ass down, a wail coming from her throat as an unusually powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
