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Sucker for Mom Chapter 6Chapter 6By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila hadmanaged to regain some semblance of self-control after her terribleordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but anemotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at thehands of the brutal r****ts, but her image of herself had suffered too.In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too goodfor the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apartfrom them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention ofsubmitting herself to their desires.Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerfulurges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced tosubmit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she hadentered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she hadenjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-lifehad taken a new turn.She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of course,had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a way nowoman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry and Wendyfucked together on the beach.But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from thesafety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked intothe whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable.She had sucked a young boy’s cock, had allowed several horny men to fuckher and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her withrevulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been soclose in the theater.Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after solong without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would pullher to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she hadhim in a wild night of i****tuous fucking and sucking.She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son. Itwas only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust shefelt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand, hopedthat she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting todisturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of disorder,Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three in themorning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she wascovered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to washthem out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tatteredcum-splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she wouldburn them.Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very carefulnot to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the hall fromhers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the softeningwarmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally felt cleanagain after her night of shame and torment. Things didn’t look nearly asbad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her recently violatedcunt was quite another matter.Sheila couldn’t resist dipping her sudsy hands between her slippery-wetlegs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her into so muchtrouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard thick cockburied deep in her hot twat, could still feel the a****l warmth of itbetween her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against her turgidlittle clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between thelips of her moist cunt.She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her ownfinger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it.She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with therushing heat of her orgasm.Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to thedark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined thather son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny sonstood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering hiscock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry’s enormoussmooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the slipperyshaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her sexiestsmile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face as hewatched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself running herthumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop of pre-cumfluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending toward theboy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those wet warmlips against the dripping head of her son’s cock.Sheila’s eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken fleshof her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with Terry.She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son’s furry groin, making acloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his balls inher wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing thesperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She imaginedfeeling the boy’s strong young body become suddenly hard when sheplunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his hugecock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry’s throbbingcock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-headswelling against her tonsils.Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila imaginedsucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement. Sheimagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined feelinghis sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her tongueflew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined bahis siteleri canlı pulling her headback and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm, makinghim wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop when hersucking lips pulled free of her son’s penis, imagined hearing a painfulgasp escape the boy’s lips.Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost seestars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she imaginedthe maddening things she could do for her son, and the maddening thingshe could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon as his erectionhad snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined standing beforethe boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with warm water,imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her cunt.Sheila imagined herself lifting her wet tits and offering them to hersixteen-year-old son, imagined her nipples stiffening with excitement asthe boy ogled her tits. She imagined the boy rubbing a soapy wash-clothover her naked tits at her suggestion, imagined great clouds of sudsrunning down between the bulging fleshy globes of her tits. She imaginedhim running his strong young hands over her tits until she trembledinside.As the fire in her twat continued to rage, Sheila imagined the boyburying his handsome face in the suds that ran down her slightlyoutcurved naked belly. She imagined feeling her son’s tongue flickingover her naked flesh. She imagined feeling his face moving down to herwet thighs, coming closer and closer to the wet hair of her love-mound.She imagined herself whispering sweetly as her son fell to his knees onthe shower floor. She imagined herself reassuring the boy, reassuringhim that she really wanted him to lick and suck her dripping cunt.Sheila buried her fingers in the folds of her juicy cunt, moving theminside herself as she writhed in lusty heat. She imagined feelingTerry’s nervous yet eager lips grazing the lips of her pussy. Sheimagined reaching between her lithe legs and spreading her cunt open forhim, imagined herself leaning backwards and opening her dripping pussyfor her young son. She imagined his eyes when he looked up at her inamazement. She imagined putting her warm hand on his head and moving hisface closer and closer to her downy twat.Sheila could feel her son’s tongue moving against the sensitive lips ofher tasty twat, could feel the boy’s hot breath against her love-mound.It was as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with thelips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bendingflash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son’s hands on her nakedtits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, feltthe very tits that had nourished him.Sheila imagined her son licking wildly at her cunt, imagined his tongueworking fast and furiously between the gaping lips of her hot pussy. Sheimagined him chewing gently but greedily on the hot wet flesh of herexcited twat.Sheila’s dripping cunt tingled and burned with lusty fire, a fire thatcould not be extinguished even by the cascades of water that still randown between her legs. She imagined her son rising at her command andinserting his arching erection between the lips of her musky twat. Sheimagined his cock in her cunt, imagined it splitting her belly with itsenormous size. She imagined the hard blood-filled cock sawing in and outof her cunt, imagined it moving faster and faster the hornier her sonbecame.The hot-assed woman could feel her twat moistening as her imaginationran away with her. Her sucking cunt grabbed the fingers that she hadstuffed inside it. By now she had inserted her entire hand into herpussy.She made a fist inside her cunt-hole and twisted her hand inside her.She gasped when she felt her knuckles rubbing against her inner flesh,driving her wilder and wilder. Tingling, tugging, surging sensationsflooded her quivering cunt.The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it wasas if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick asher wrist, a cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing herfist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silkenthighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knewthat she could make herself go off wildly at any second.But it was not enough somehow. It was not enough to bring herself off bymasturbation now that she had experienced a real fucking and suckingagain after going without it for three years. Her cunt still ached fromthe wild fucking she had had in the theater.Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experiencehad taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almostgrateful to the r****ts for bringing her so shockingly back to the realworld of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation forher. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while hercunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of herlust. Nothing was beyond her now.Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left theshower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of acunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward hersixteen-year-old boy’s room, her brain filled with images of fucking andsucking.The light was off in Terry’s room. She hoped he was asleep. As she stoodoutside his room, she realized that she had no idea in the world how toapproach her son. She also realized now that she had no choice but totry, no matter how depraved her act would be, no matter how uncertainthe outcome.Sheila trembled when she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it openever canlı bahis so quietly. Terry was sleeping soundly, and no wonder. When sheremembered that the boy had probably been fucking Wendy all night,Sheila’s heart skipped a beat.It was no wonder that the boy looked so smooth and quiet as he lay therebathed in the moonlight that filtered in through his open window.Terry’s night of fucking had not been nearly as exhausting as Sheila’s.And yet she still burned with a sex-fire that kept her wide awake andsensitive to every sensation, every sound, every scent, every sight.She drifted to the side of the boy’s bed and looked down at him.She was overcome with love and passion for her long-neglected son. Hewas so handsome lying there, his naked body covered only by a thin whitesheet. He lay on his back, his sheet down around his waist, his chestand arms exposed to her admiring gaze. She had never had the opportunityto look at her son so closely before, at least not in the years since hehad developed into young manhood.The horny mother feasted her eyes on the boy’s youthful body, drinkingin the smoothness of his swelling muscles, the rippling muscles of hishard stomach, the look of peace on his boyish face. He looked soinnocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that onlyhours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.Sheila stood there in her son’s room and stared at him with fucking andsucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with femininepassion. She had to touch him.She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly.She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Herhand dropped lightly on the muscles of his chest.She dared to let her exploring hand travel down over his chest to hissmooth stomach. She shivered when she traced a circle around his navel.She thrilled to the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair that grew justbelow his belly button and grew slightly thicker until it disappearedbeneath his sheet.Wild inside, Sheila’s fingers sneaked beneath her son’s sheet. Shetrembled when she felt the warm flesh of his lower belly, trembled stillmore when she felt him stir slightly. She dared not wake him. What wouldhe think of her if he caught her feeling him up? She was his mother, nothis girl friend! It would be too great a shock for the boy.She drew her hand away quickly and started to leave the room, her heartracing wildly.She was about to leave the room when something drew her back. Terry’sflesh was too warm to resist. He was much too young and handsome. Shecouldn’t simply walk away from him now, couldn’t give up her depravedplan.She almost ran to the side of the bed, falling to her knees and hopingbeyond hope that he would remain blissfully unaware of the terriblethings she was about to do to him.Holding her breath, Sheila drew the sheet down over Terry’s sleepingbody, exposing more and more of his naked body. She sucked in her breathwhen she saw the nest of his sex-hair. She gasped when she saw the thickroot of his prick. She dropped the sheet around his naked tanned thighswhen she saw the full length of his prick.It was even bigger than it had looked on the beach through herbinoculars, even more beautiful. It was no wonder, she thought, thatWendy ate his cock up so greedily. She had to touch his prick! But didshe dare? Did she dare touch her own son’s naked dick? Surely he wouldwake up. And if he did wake up, what could she possibly say or do?When she had entered his room, she had been prepared for anything. Nowthat she was about to make the move that could force an encounter withher young son, however, she had second thoughts. Her cunt made thedecision for her.Her fingers trembling, Sheila moved her hand down between her son’s longmuscular legs and approached his resting prick. Her fingers hovered overthe eight-inch length of warm flesh while her other hand pushed hissheet down all the way to his ankles. She could feel the incrediblyexciting warmth of Terry’s prick as she allowed her fingertips toflutter over the skin of his cock.Her heart fluttered when she wrapped her fingers around hersixteen-year-old boy’s prick. At sixteen he was already as well hung ashis father had been. In spite of her hatred of Blake, she suddenly swamwith memories of how wonderful he had made her feel with his big hardprick. She wondered if Terry could make her feel as wonderful with his.She remembered the taste and scent of Blake’s hard cock. She had to doit! She had to bend over the boy and see if his prick tasted as good asit looked.Sheila lifted Terry’s soft cock and held it up toward her lovely wetlips. The boy’s cock-meat filled her hand and filled her lusty mind withexcitement. Resting his cock in her hand, Sheila began softly kneadinghis balls, weighing them carefully, wishing that she could make theirload of cum spurt through the shaft of his cock.She sniffed the dark warm area between the boy’s tanned legs and wasimmediately intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy with passion. She movedincredibly close to the sac of her son’s sperm-filled balls and flickedout her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt hisbody stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let itlinger at the base of his prick.She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy’s cockwith her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into herface. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all theway up her twat. She wanted to gather his balls in her eager hand andsqueeze until his body stiffened. But she had to be careful not to doanything that might awaken the boy.Unable to resist kissing Terry’s long thick prick, she lowered herpretty mouth over his groin and breathed softly on the dark hair of hislower bahis siteleri belly. If she could only take the head of his cock in her mouthwithout waking him. She had to try.Listening carefully for signs of her son’s waking, Sheila opened hermouth wide and sucked in the soft head of his cock. Saliva ran from herlips and down the soft shaft of the boy’s sensitive prick, dampening hisballs. It wasn’t long before his cock began to respond to his mother’soral efforts. Even while he was asleep his eager young cock was quick tolengthen and swell with blood.Sheila knew that she was doing a terribly dangerous thing now. Surelyher son had to feel the tingling sensation in the head of his prick asit stiffened and grew longer and thicker. Surely her son had to feel thetension that she caused to build in his balls. She was afraid that hewould wake up at any moment, but still she continued to nibble and suckat his meat.Sheila sucked at her sleeping son’s rampant erection until it puffed outher cheeks. Seized by a sudden urge to see how large the boy’s prick hadbecome, she let the prick jerk from her sucking face and snap up againsthis groin. The head of the turgid cock extended well past his navel. Shesaw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum ooze slowly from the eye-slit ofhis prick.She flicked out her tongue and caught the tiny droplet, tasting itssaltiness, savoring it, longing for more of the same. Wild and hungryfor her son’s cock, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and held itstraight up from his crotch, going down on it voraciously, forgettingthat he could awaken at any minute and find his mother sucking his nakedcock.Sheila’s pussy was ablaze with sexual fire. Cunt-honey trickled down herleg. The lips of her wildly excited cunt were wet with dew. Her clit wasalive with sensation. She had to touch herself, had to pinch the littlebud of flesh while she sucked her son off.If only Terry could stroke her satiny clitoris. If only Terry couldpress his warm lips against her cunt and sneak his tongue into herseething pussy. If only he could bury his big juicy cock between the wetfolds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and worked her pussy into a wetmusky froth with her hand.Terry lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the depraved things hislovely mother was doing to him. His blood-filled cock continued to swellwith power as his horny mother’s hand raced up and down the shaft.Jacking him off and sucking him at the same time, Sheila was slowlymaking a tearing ball-busting orgasm well up inside him. Could she doit? Could she make her son shoot his sweet-tasting cum into her suckingmouth without waking him?Sheila thought she would die when her son suddenly stirred, started toroll over in his sleep. She held her breath and pulled her face off hiscock just as he rolled over. She watched in horror as he rolled over onhis stomach and began to stretch, forcing his huge dripping hard-onagainst the mattress. Surely he would wake up now. Surely he would feelthe turgid head of his cock rubbing against the sheet.She knew that she should turn and run from the room. Instead she staredat her son’s flexing legs and ass, stared between the crack of his assat the tight sac of his tense balls. She couldn’t leave him now. Shewould wait and hold her breath.Sheila’s cunt tightened around her diddling fingers when she saw herson’s body go limp again after his long stretch. He was still asleep.Perhaps she could have her moment of fulfillment after all. Perhaps shecould make her son squirt his sperm all over his bed under the influenceof her busily working fingers.Her fingers pinching her clit and working against the flesh of hergaping cunt, Sheila sneaked her free hand under her son’s warm body andfound the still-hard stalk of his cock. She gripped the shaft of theboy’s stiff prick and began squeezing and moving it against the crispmaterial of the sheet.It wasn’t long before Sheila felt the rush of her orgasm. She closed hereyes and stiffened in every fiber of her body. All the built-upsensations of her dangerous and wildly exciting night of fucking anddiddling her cunt suddenly seemed to explode inside her. Her cuntflashed again and again, flashed with sexual electricity. Honey ran fromthe lips of her sucking twat. She buried her fist in her seething cuntand imagined Terry’s cock inside her, pumping cream into her pussyinstead of into his sheet.Her mad fist-fucking of her son’s hard cock continued even as shewrithed in the heat of her climax. Just when she toppled from thepinnacle of sexual ecstasy, Sheila felt her son’s cock erupt. She felthis young body become suddenly as hard as steel as his charge of passionexploded in his balls.Sheila sucked in her breath when she felt his ejaculation blasting intoher hand. She thought he would never stop squirting his cum. She felthis body shaking as his nuts unloaded their pent-up energies. It wasmore than she could stand.Suddenly filled with an unspeakable fear of discovery, Sheila pulled herhand from beneath her son’s stirring body and stood up. Unable to resisttasting his cum, Sheila put her fingers to her lips. A wicked smilespread over her sperm-covered lips when she sucked his nutty-tasting cuminto her face. She rubbed her hand against the gash of her cunt, mixingher son’s hot cum with the juice of her pussy.It had been beautiful, this first real encounter with her son. And yetit was not enough. There was something almost dreamlike about it all,something dreamlike about the way the moonlight spread a cold glow overher son’s naked body and her own. Perhaps he hadn’t really been aparticipant in their activities. Perhaps her manipulations had beenlittle more than another masturbation fantasy. But she knew that she wasone step closer to the encounter that would finally shatter the barrierbetween herself and her innocent young son.Sheila’s eyes roved over the stirring body one last time before; sheturned and tiptoed out the door. Before she opened the door to her ownroom, she licked her lips and swore to herself that she would take thefinal step the very next day.

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