Between mother and son
David Crane
CHAPTER ONE
Usually, after her husband had left for the office and the kids had gone to school, Jessica Macarthur liked to go back to bed and spend a relaxing hour playing with her pussy. It wasn't that the voluptuous redhead needed to finger fuck herself. She got plenty of good fucking from her handsome husband, Dan and a bit on the side, as well, since she was a rather promiscuous lady.
It was more just a pleasant habit. Today, for a change, she decided to forego her ritual morning hand job.
Dan had thrown an energetic fuck into her before he left and she felt completely satisfied.
She lingered over a cup of coffee, wondering how to spend her time that morning and finally decided that she would clean out her son's bedroom closet. Jeff was a teenager and growing by leaps and bounds, turning into a tall, athletic young man, and his mother knew that there would be a lot of clothing he had outgrown which she could collect and send off to the Salvation Army.
Still wearing only her frilly, semi-transparent nightie, she got up from the table, stretching. Her big tits thrust out, the tips standing in twin peaks against the filmy, clinging material. Jessica wasn't feeling randy at the moment, but her nipples were always stiff and swollen.
She had noticed her son gaping at her tits across the breakfast table, earlier. It had delighted the lascivious lady to feel his gaze on her tits.
She left the kitchen, walking normally, which, for Jessica, meant swinging her heart shaped ass provocatively. She always moved that way, even when there was no one to admire her, just to keep in practice.
Jessica just loved to have men and boys stare at her with longing and lust, and she usually managed to give them plenty of sexy body to see.
She went upstairs, her nightie parting, plenty of smooth, sleek thigh exposed. Although her cunt wasn't really heated, it was still squishing juicily between her legs as she walked and she could feel a few trickles of her husband's thick jizz dribbling from her slot.
She went into Jeff's bedroom, wrinkling her nose at the clutter and pausing to look at her reflection in his mirror. Jessica was vain and narcissistic and enjoyed admiring herself. She had tilted green eyes, high cheekbones and a wide scarlet slash of a mouth. Her hair was like tongues of flame spilling over her shoulders.
Her tongue could flame a bit, as well. Her tits were large and firm, big melons capped by those rosy, perpetually taut tips. The outline of her bushy cunt showed through her sheer nightie. She had wide hips and a gently rounded belly, and a pneumatic pelvis set atop long, shapely legs.
She knew that if she stared at her own image for very long she would get turned on and wind up giving herself a hand job, anyhow. Determined now to forego that and clear out the big, walk-in closet, she turned from the looking glass and went on into the chamber.
The Macarthur house was fashionably rustic, with pine paneled walls. The interior of the closet, the back of which was adjacent to the master bedroom, was the same. Jessica began to root around in the jumble of clothing and athletic equipment and outgrown toys.
As she bent over to open a box, her firm ass bumped against the back wall of the closet. A panel fell out and crashed to the floor.
Jessica frowned. Her first thought that was the house was disintegrating, that maybe termites were undermining the structure. They might have to call a builder in, she thought, annoyed. But as she lifted the fallen panel, her eyes came level with the gap that it had left in the wall.
Jessica gasped as the truth struck her. Looking through that opening, she found that she was gazing right into the master bedroom, and at the big bed where she and Dan slept and screwed.
She studied the loose plank thoughtfully. The edges were smooth and it obviously wasn't splintering or cracking. It seemed as if that panel must have been very carefully removed. She fitted it back in place and it stayed there solidly enough, but when she tugged on the edge it came back out easily.
Holy shit! She thought. Had her son deliberately loosened that panel so that he could spy on his parents in bed?
The thought didn't anger her at all. Quite the opposite, in fact it thrilled and excited Jessica to the very core. Had her son been watching her undress?
Had he seen her getting fucked? Had the boy perhaps been lurking at that opening that very morning, an avid spectator, while Dan was shoveling his huge prick into her?
Oh, how she hoped so! Jessica had always been an exhibitionist.
It went along with her vanity and narcissism. She loved to flaunt her body and her charms and to turn guys on by flashing her limbs and loins and tits.
As a teenager, she had always preferred to double date so that the other couple would have a chance to see and hear her perform with her own date. It was best if the other girl was a virgin or a prude or even frigid so that, without being distracted by his own date, the other guy could pay attention to what Jessica was doing.
She adored fucking and sucking at any time, but when she was being observed it greatly added to her pleasure and to the physical thrill of the action.
Some of her happiest nights had been spent sucking a prick in the back seat of a car, while the other couple stared over the back seat, looking and listening in envy.
And she never minded swapping dates, either. In boarding school, she had never drawn the curtains of her dormitory bedroom window when she undressed, or even when she was fucking herself off, hoping that a few horny college boys might be looking in from the quad.
And even on her honeymoon, Jessica had left the shades lifted in the bridal suite.
If it thrilled the lustful woman to know or even imagine that a stranger might be watching her getting laid, it thrilled her a whole lot more to think that her own handsome young son had been spying on her.
Trembling at the very thought, Jessica sank slowly down to her knees, bringing her face level with the gap in the wall. She imagined this would be how Jeff positioned himself when he played the peeper.
She stared into her own bedroom. The view was comprehensive. If the boy had been gazing through that gap in the laths and plaster that morning, he would have been able to see all the juicy details while they fucked.
Jessica wished that she had known about that spy hole before. Not that she would have done anything about it, except to make sure that the boy had the best possible angle of her naked body and fucking with even more enthusiasm than she normally showed, which was always plenty.
Jessica certainly planned to put on quite a performance the next time she and Dan balled while Jeff happened to be in his room.
And then she made another fascinating find. The wall, starting at the gap and extending down to the floor, was plastered with a filmy coating. Jessica leaned down and pressed her nose to the boards, sniffing. Then she whimpered with joy.
She recognized the fragrance of congealed cum. Jeff had been beating his meat as he spied on his parents. And from the amount of spunk clinging to the panels, the boy must have shot his wad countless times.
Her mind reeled dizzily as her fevered imagination summoned up the image of her teenaged son, staring at her, his fist hammering on his hard cock and his handsome face all contorted by lust. Her wet, pink tongue slid out automatically. She ran her lapper up the slime soaked wall, licking her son's jizz from the wooden panels.
Oh my God, she thought, smoldering with desire. Her son's cum was scrumptious. Even tongued up second hand it was creamy and rich and delicious. She could just imagine what it would be like to suck a load of the hot, thick stuff straight out of his prick.
Her lapper was going wild on the wall as she slurped up the cummy residue, adoring the taste and the tenure and the starchy aroma and, moat of all, thrilled by the knowledge that it was incest oil she was tasting.
She scooped a few gooey gobs up on her fingers, then slid her hand under the hem of her nightie and worked her son's spunk into her steaming cunthole.
She was so hot and horny she felt crazed.
She worked a blob of fizz into her trim little asshole, massaged more into her gaping pussy, and ducked down to lap more from the heavily sprayed wall.
She opened her nightie and thrust her fat tits out, holding them cupped in her hands and rubbing the swollen tips into the creamy spillage. She knew that Jeff must have emptied dozens of loads against that spying wall. There was enough fizz to fill a bucket, she figured.
She drenched both tit tips in it. The congealed stuff was starting to liquefy again on the heat of her tits. She lifted the globes and lowered her head, radiant face tipping down. She began to suck her son's slime from her own vibrant nipples, switching back and forth between those peaks as they exploded in her lips.
She nursed both nipples dry of spunk, and then rubbed them against the sticky wall again. Then she jerked her loins out. Kneeling with her knees apart and her cunt tilted up, she worked her pussy against the panels. Her cunt was blazing hot and flowing heavily. Her son's cum turned fluid and seeped into her slot and her cunt juice poured down the wall to replace the spunk she had lapped up.
The wall was glazed like a limestone cavern. How lucky it was that she hadn't given herself a hand job as usual that morning, thought Jessica.
Because she sure as shit had to now.
CHAPTER TWO
Jessica was hot enough to cream off quickly, had she wanted to. A few finger strokes up her fuck hole or a brisk rub on her clit would have brought her to the crest almost immediately. Her imagination had made her cunt incandescent with lust. But she wanted to linger over the job enjoying some self conducted foreplay while she continued to tantalize and titillate her hot body with her fevered mind. Cumming was, of course, the objective of a hand job, but that didn't mean that a woman couldn't enjoy a leisurely buildup and some prolonged play before she melted her pussy in a climax.
Avoiding her cunt for a while, she stroked her flanks and ran her hands up the insides of her trembling thighs. Her sexy nightie was open wide and flung back on her shoulders, her body arched so that her tits loomed out.
She began to feel her tits up, kneading and massaging the heavy globes and then drawing fingers and thumbs up the slopes to pull at the swollen tips.
Those taut nipples were like high-caliber bullets, exploding in her fingers. She lifted her tits in both cupped hands and dropped her face, flaming hair cascading about. Her tongue flicked at the hot buds, then, she nursed, on herself, switching from nipple to nipple. Jessica loved sucking her own tits.
She loved sucking other women's tits, as well, as far as that went. She was certainly not a lesbian, but because she admired her own curvaceous body so much, she was inclined to love any feminine body and always enjoyed a bit of dyking in a sort of wholesome way.
She lapped up her deep, slick cleavage and mouthed her tit caps some more. Then she leaned over lower and gazed into her pussy as she knelt, one knee raised high. Her cunthole was gaping open in a wide oval, the coral-pink lips folded back like the petals of a fleshy flower, exposing the darker meat of her inner cunt sleeve.
Cunt juice was pouring from her steamy pussy, lathering her groin and seeping down into the indentation of her ass crack. Trickles slid down her inner thighs. Her clit was as stiff as her tit tips, standing out from her cunt like a little pink log in a swamp.
She delicately opened her cuntlips wider, using only the tips of her fingers. She jerked her pussy up and her nostrils flared as she inhaled, breathing in the tantalizing fragrance of hot pussy perfume.
It made her mouth water.
She wished that she were limber enough to go down on her own cunt, to bend her voluptuous body right into a hoop and suck her own cunt. That fiery fuck hole was so aromatic that she just knew it would be delicious. She tantalized herself with fantasies of pussy sucking as she inhaled her sweet fumes and stared at her delicately creamed cunt.
But she knew that she couldn't manage to eat herself out, having tried it several times and frustratingly failed. When she got really hungry for pussy, all she could do was find some other lusty lady who was game for some mutual cunt diving. That was always a treat.
But today Jessica wasn't really thinking about girls. She was concentrating on her son and the only thought she had as far as cunt went was how wonderful it would be, now that she knew about his secret spy hole, to give the horny young boy plenty of opportunity to gaze at his mother's juicy cunt and to beat his meat as he did so.
She had already licked and, rubbed most of the cum film from the wall but there was still some left and she scooped a few gooey globs up on her fingertips. She worked her fingers into her cunthole and whimpered. In the heat of her fuck hole, the boy's jizz turned slippery again and her pussy absorbed it like a sponge.
The horny woman moaned at the knowledge that she had her own son's spunk in her cunt. Even if it had only been delivered by hand, it was a thrill.
She drew her hand back out of her pussy and brought it up to her lips. Her lapper flickered out and she tasted a succulent blend of Jeff's jizz and her own cunt cream. She licked avidly, then began to push her fingers into her mouth, sliding them in and out and bobbing her head up and down as if she were giving her hand a blow job.
She was pretending that she was sucking her son's prick just after it had been sunk up her cunt.
Jessica was really getting carried away with her naughty thoughts. Her mind was as hot as her body and her tongue was as horny as her clit.
She reached behind her ass, under the open nightie, and nudged her middle finger gently into the tight ring of her puckered asshole. Squirming, she worked the digit around in her sensitive shitter for a while. Then she returned her hand to her mouth. Sucking that soiled finger, she made believe it was Jeff's prick again, after it had been ramming up her ass chute.
She pushed her face up to the opening again, looking through into her own bedroom, imagining that she was Jeff and trying to guess just how the boy must feel when he played the peeper on his parents. Whatever he had felt in the past was damned well going to be intensified the next time. Jessica was going to make sure of that.
The wanton woman was truly enjoying her preliminary play and pretending, but her cunt was so steaming hot by this time that she just had to get her rocks off. If she didn't begin the fucking action, she knew that her pussy was just going to melt by itself, spilling her cunt cum down her thighs. Cumming felt better when she had something on which to cum, instead of simply creaming with an empty cunt.
She licked both hands again, then dipped them both down into her cunt. Tilting her wrist, she shoved four fingers of one hand up into her gooey pussy, stabbing them in to the knuckles and wriggling them around in that tight, slippery, clinging cream bowl.
She began to play with her clit with her other hand, strumming it with her fingertips, then pulling and rolling that tingling lust lobe.
She shuddered and whined and whimpered. Her clit was throbbing and her fat nipples echoed that pulsation. Waves of fiery feeling shot through her body. Her clit was humming like the vibrator she sometimes used on it, beginning to smolder like a fuse.
"Oh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned, turning her head from side to side, her lovely face twisted into a mask of lust, eyes narrowed, lips slack and panting, nimble tongue switching back and forth across her open mouth.
She tensed her thighs and began to bounce up and down gently on her hand. She finger fucked steadily in and out of her cunt, squatting over her hand as if she were riding a prick, while her other hand continued to fondle her clit frantically.
Her cumming began in her clit. That swollen bud went off like a detonator, setting off a deeper explosion in the core of her cunthole. Waves of ecstasy rushed across her loins and shot like electric currents up her trembling thighs.
The waves came faster and higher, each one rushing upon the one before, beginning to blend together and merge into one tidal crest.
Jessica jerked convulsively as she surged to the crest and clung there. Her clit was going off like a machine gun and her pussy melted again with each explosion. She swayed from side to side and rocked back and forth on her heels. Her firm ass shot out, her belly pumped up and down, her hips worked like driving pistons.
Cunt began convulsing and came as if a darn had burst somewhere in the depths of her loins. Her groin turned to a milky morass and creamy ribbons unwound down her thighs. Her fingers sank in and she yanked them back out against the suction of her cunt. It was like sticking her hand into a paste pot, using her fingers to stir glue.
She hung suspended at the highest crest, crying out in rapture. Then, at long last, the waves of her cumming began to ebb and falter and subside. She kept on fucking with both hands, letting herself down slowly, working off the last sweet spasms and draining off the last gooey drops. Finished, she slumped over her hands.
Jessica looked pleasantly surprised. She always enjoyed creaming off on her hands, but today her orgasm had been something special, dynamic and spectacular, embellished as it was by her incestuous fantasies.
A dreamy smile turned up the corners of her moist lips and her green eyes glowed like melted jade. When she pulled her fingers out of her cunt, they came out with a juicy slurp and a flood of cunt nectar bubbled from the vacated pussy like she had spilled a milk shake in her lap.
Jessica brought both hands up to her chin, tipped her face down and began to lap up the cunt cum that had pooled in her palms like a hungry kitten drinking from a bowl of cream. She licked her hands clean and dipped them into her cunt again, bringing up another creamy load to her lips.
Then, her legs shaky, she sat back on her heels and shook her head in pleasant wonderment.
That hand job would hold her for awhile, she thought at least until Jeff got home from school.
Jessica had lots of exciting plans for then, performing for his peeper's pleasure.