Coming With Mom
by Mark Jacobs


Chapter One 

Laura Watson was horny. Her furry cunt tingled and twitched between her long 
honey-tanned legs, driving her wild with lust. The crotch of her panties was 
already damp with the free-flowing musky dew of her pussy. She wished she 
could tear off her dress and work her fingers between her legs until her 
cunt positively blazed with passion, wished she could then spread her 
lovely, legs and beckon a young man toward her secret treasure with a lusty 
smile and a gentle quiver of her tasty cuntlips. 

Laura could imagine feeling the young man's lips against the creamy lips of 
her hot twat, his eager tongue slipping into the crevice of her gaping gash. 
The horny woman could imagine feeling the young man's warm hand resting on 
her naked belly as he licked and sucked the hot spot between her legs. She 
could imagine feeling his teeth scraping gently against the swollen bud of 
her blazing clitoris, and the wet sucking sounds his lips made when they 
left the little finger of sex-flesh between her spread legs. 

Laura's tits tingled too, the peaks of them growing hard and making her long 
for the stirring feeling of strong young hands on her naked boobs. She 
wished she could tear open her dress and expose her beautiful tits, wished 
she could invite her young man to feel her up.-She could almost feel the 
young man's hands roving over her breasts, his fingers kneading her 
resilient globes of feminine flesh. The horny woman could feel the young 
man's thumbs rubbing gently over the tingling peaks of her dark little 
nipples, could imagine the tremendous thrill that each touch of his fingers 
would bring her. 

Laura closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her daydream of lust. She 
pictured herself falling to her knees before her young lover and attacking 
the front of his pants, tearing down his tightly stretched zipper and 
unsnapping his pants, baring the front of his young body and staring at the 
hard cock she had uncovered. She pictured herself reaching out and wrapping 
her warm fingers around the already dripping shaft of her young stud's 
hard-on, moving her fist up and down over the boy's cock until he stood on 
his tiptoes as if to avoid her manual stimulation. 

The hot-assed woman pictured herself bending toward the young man's dripping 
cock and blowing on the head of it. She imagined flicking out her tongue and 
tasting the bead of cum that glistened at the tip of his dick. She saw 
herself planting a hot wet kiss on the bulging head of the boy's rod, then 
letting her eager lips wrap around the hard head of the boy's stiff cock. 
Her pussy trembled between her shivering legs as she imagined the taste of 
her lover's young rod. 

She burned inside when she saw herself sucking his throbbing cock deep into 
her throat. Her cunt twitched when she pictured his rock-hard prick stuck 
deep in her oral cavity, twitched when she imagined the force of his cock 
when it banged against the back of her throat. She could almost taste the 
heavy wad of thick rich jism shooting into her face when the boy's balls 
blew up. She felt her throat contracting, trying desperately to swallow all 
of her dream lover's ejaculated cum. 

"Mrs. Watson ... Mrs. Watson ..." she vaguely heard a youthful voice say. 
"Can you help me with this problem, Mrs. Watson?" 

Laura jumped when she opened her eyes and saw David Milner standing by her 
desk, holding his math book in his hand and looking sheepish. She clamped 
her legs together beneath her desk and tried to avoid looking into the boy's 
glittering blue eyes. It was with some shock and embarrassment that she 
suddenly realized that it was David who had been fucking her in the face in 
her daydream of lust. 

Laura shuddered when she considered what the boy would think if he knew that 
he had occupied such a position in her lusty daydream. She shuddered even 
more when she considered what the townspeople of Masonville, Indiana would 
think if they knew what depraved thoughts spiced her imagination. 
Thirty-six-year-old junior high school math teachers simply weren't supposed 
to have such wild imaginations, at least not in Masonville. 

Laura had found herself daydreaming often lately, and her daydreams had been 
wildly exciting every time. She knew perfectly well why her seething twat 
had been taking control of her body and mind lately, and there was little 
she could do to alter the situation. Laura had lived without a man for too 
long, and her two years of total celibacy had been taking their toll. 

Laura had always been a sexually active and sensuous woman, a woman who had 
kept her husband busy attempting to satisfy her seemingly insatiable hunger 
for sex. She had been rather free with her sexual favors before her marriage 
to John and had learned a thing or two about fucking. After she had taken 
her marriage vows, however, there had been no cheating and no desire for it. 
She had come from a broken home herself and knew all about the dangers of 
infidelity. In fact, her two years of celibacy had been at least partially a 
result of her unpleasant family experience. 

When John had died in an auto accident two years earlier, Laura had vowed 
not to give her sexual favors to another man, no matter how strong her need 
for a companion. In her opinion, a marriage was forever. She knew that she 
would feel cheap if she allowed herself to marry again, or even if she 
allowed herself to love another man. She had even tried to give up sex 
entirely, devoting all her energies to her teaching career and the 
upbringing other two young sons. She had succeeded at first in submerging 
her natural desires. The longer she lived without the sex she had learned to 
love, however, the more she burned for it. 

Lately, Laura's desires had taken a rather unorthodox twist. Unable to give 
herself to another man due to her intense respect for her marriage vows and 
the memory of the man she loved, Laura had found herself turning toward a 
new source of sexual pleasure. She had found herself turning toward young 
boys as objects of sexual desire. 

Young boys were safe in a way. She could lust after young boys without 
feeling as if she were breaking her marriage vows or cheapening her 
all-consuming love for her husband. Her long-denied desires were slowly 
mingling with her motherly emotional attachments to produce a kind of child 
lust that smoldered inside her. So far her desire for young boys had 
remained inside her, making her daydreams hot flights of sexual fantasy in 
which she could engage in all the fucking she wished with the boys of her 
dreams. She wondered, however, how much longer she could contain the raging 
fire of lust that blazed within her cunt. 

Laura was finding it more and more difficult to attend to her motherly 
duties without feeling the heat in her cunt that her two young sons 
unwittingly kindled there. Robert and Marty were fifteen and fourteen 
respectively, spitting images of their father. Laura couldn't help seeing in 
both boys exactly the qualities she longed for in the boy-lovers of her 
dreams. She melted when Robert flashed his handsome grin at her. Her cunt 
grew hot when Marty smiled at her in his mischievous way. 

The horny mother had tried to control her ever-increasing desire for her own 
young sons, but to no avail. She hadn't actually done anything to be ashamed 
of yet, although she knew that she was walking on dangerous ground. Already 
she had found herself ogling her sons' bodies at every opportunity. Both 
boys had developed the habit, probably borrowed from their father, of 
walking around the house half-naked all the time. Laura was finding it 
harder and harder to keep from staring at their slender young bodies as they 
paraded around in their underpants and nothing else. 

Laura had caught herself staring between Robert's legs on several occasions, 
staring at the soft bulge in his underpants, staring at the swelling of his 
young cock and balls with the driving sex-hunger of a bitch in heat. She had 
caught herself lingering at the door of fourteen-year-old Marty's room and 
watching glassy-eyed as he changed into his school clothes in the morning, 
watching his pajamas slide down over his naked ass, watching the boy bend 
over and pull up his briefs, catching a glimpse of the long young cock and 
balls that dangled between his hairless legs. As far as she knew, the boys 
didn't suspect that their mother was hot for them. How could they suspect 
such a thing? So far Laura was safe. 

Laura had also found herself ogling the young boys in her math class, her 
mind swimming with depraved thoughts. Her own sons were fairly innocent and 
she assumed that they hadn't yet experienced sex other than by masturbating. 
Some of the boys in her math class, however, knew a thing or two about the 
subject. Laura had never been a strict disciplinarian. She tolerated some 
whispering in her class, as long as nothing got out of hand. She had been 
listening more and more closely lately to the whispering between classmates 
arid had discovered that much of the talk was about sex. 

Laura wasn't too surprised to find that the boys in her class, and the girls 
too, spent most of their time thinking about the subject that was close to 
her heart. It did surprise her just a bit that they were so open about it. 
Time and time again she had glanced out at her class and had felt her gaze 
drawn between the legs of one or another of her young male students. She 
found it amazing that on a given day she could always find at least one or 
two stiff young cocks throbbing away between her hornier students' young 
legs. It was their unabashed display of their hard dicks that drove her wild 
inside. 

Laura had watched the boys using their hard-ons to tease the girls in her 
class. Already that afternoon she had watched one such episode of shameless 
teasing. Her twat still burned with the lust that the nasty display had 
inspired in her. David Milner, one of the most devilish boys in her class, 
had gotten a huge hard-on and had turned in his seat until pretty little 
Elaine Pendergast, one of the more innocent of the girls, could hardly have 
avoided seeing it. The pretty little blonde, blue-eyed girl had tried to 
pretend total innocence at first. It hadn't been long, however, before she 
had let her glance fall on the long hard bulge of the boy's 
fourteen-year-old cock. 

As soon as poor Elaine had showed her interest in David's obscene display, 
the boy had shown her no mercy. David had reached down between his 
widespread legs and had started rubbing the bulging shaft of his dick, 
keeping his eyes on his little victim all the while, watching her 
unavoidable reaction to his nasty self-manipulations. Laura had watched him 
grasp the unyielding shaft of his rod and pull on it hard, lotting go of it 
and letting it snap back against his leg while the defenseless Elaine's 
pretty eyes flashed back and forth between his cock and the blackboard. 

It hadn't been long before Ron Danton and Rich Taylor had caught sight of 
the goings on and decided to join the fun. Laura watched while the two young 
boys squeezed their cocks until they too had big throbbing hard-ons between 
their legs. Ron, who sat behind David in the aisle opposite Elaine whispered 
to his buddy David and pointed up the aisle at Rich. David seemed to get the 
message quickly enough and reached out across the aisle, touching Elaine's 
delicate shoulder and pointing behind him at Ron. Ron spread his legs 
obscenely and let the girl feast her eyes on his bulging dick, grinning 
wickedly, his dark eyes flashing with dirty excitement. 

Laura had tried to imagine how Elaine felt, trying to avoid staring at the 
boys' dicks but probably longing to give her young body to them. When Sally 
Smith and Pauline Trask began giggling, Laura had decided to put a stop to 
the students' wild antics before things got out of hand. It was with 
considerable hesitation that she had stood up and called attention to the 
next set of math rules to be memorized. The boys had reluctantly resumed 
their scholarly positions in their seats and the class had been restored to 
some semblance of calm. 

Laura had kept her cool until the end of the period when she usually made 
time for a few minutes of study. It had been impossible for her to 
concentrate on the paper-grading she had before her. Her mind had drifted 
back to the nasty things the boys had been doing for the edification of 
little 

Elaine. Before long Laura's cunt had been blazing and her mind had been 
filled with images of young 

David and all the wild things she could do with him if she had the chance. 
He stood beside her now and she knew that it was time to return to reality. 

"Mrs. Watson ... uh ... how about some help?" she heard David say, looking 
at her as if she had been asleep. 

"Yes ... oh ... yes, David?" she said, shaking herself out of her reverie. 

"Uh... can you help me with this? I don't quite get this compound interest 
formula stuff," he said, pointing to a line in his math book. 

"I... I think it's time for the bell right now, David," she said weakly, her 
mind still flashing with the fading images of her imaginary activities with 
the boy, "Why don't you save your question until Monday, David?" she added, 
looking down at her desk ashamedly. 

Shame burned inside her when she realized fully that she was talking to the 
boy she had been sucking off in her wild imagination only moments before. 

"Uh ... okay, Mrs. Watson," the boy said, looking up and slamming his book 
shut when the bell rang. 

Laura looked up and watched the class pouring out of the room and wished 
that her own life could be as uncomplicated as the lives of her students. 
She knew that she would have to confront her dark sexual desires sooner or 
later, knew that that the fire in her cunt would burn out of control 
eventually. She wondered how much longer she could control herself, wondered 
if she would be able somehow to satisfy her hunger for young boys without 
bringing herself to ruin in her little strait-laced community. She was still 
wrapped up in her thoughts when the last of the students wandered out of the 
building. 

The frustrated schoolteacher didn't dare go home in such a horny state. Her 
cunt was wet with passion, her panties damp with dew. The twitchings and 
tuggings inside her seething pussy were incredibly affecting. She knew that 
the mere presence of her two handsome young sons would drive her wild, 
making her uncontrollably hot for the boys. She couldn't hold herself 
responsible for the depraved desires that such a confrontation might 
unleash. She had to do something to cool down her cunt, had to do something 
to quiet the seething of her hot body. 

She hated to masturbate, thinking it a degrading act for a mature woman, but 
she had no other outlet for her sexual energies. She put her books and 
papers aside, noticing that she had gotten nowhere with her work, and ran 
her hand down her leg under her dress. The closer her hand came to the 
steamy nest of her cunt, the hotter she became. Her legs trembled when her 
fingers reached the elastic of her panties. She let her fingers descend 
beneath the waistband of the flimsy black lace garment, let them tangle in 
the curly nest of her cunt hair, let them linger awhile above the swelling 
of her damp pussy mound. 

Laura felt her cunt come to life even more completely when she touched the 
quivering lips of her pussy. She scooted her chair back from her desk and 
spread her legs, making her dress rise above her knees, exposing the lightly 
tanned skin of her thighs just a bit. She wished she could take off her 
dress and luxuriate in her total nakedness, wished she could let herself 
free of the confinement of her clothes and play with her responsive pussy 
without worrying about her possible discovery in her room at the school. She 
had locked the door, but she knew that old Mr. 

Dexter the custodian would be by at five o'clock to check on the room. She 
had diddled her cunt in her classroom before and she had been interrupted 
every time by the old man. She trembled a bit when she heard his knock on 
the translucent glass of the door. 

"Mrs. Watson? That you again?" she heard a high-pitched voice call. 

"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late tonight. Ill lock the door when I leave," 
Laura said in a slightly unnaturally calm voice. 

"Eh? Working late again, Mrs. Watson?" the old fellow called. 

"Yes, Mr. Dexter. I'm working late again," she said in a louder voice. 

"Will you lock up when you leave?" the old man asked. 

"Yes, Mr. Dexter," she said with a sigh, her fingers still touching the 
honey-covered lips of her cunt. 

"I'll call it quits for the night then!" he said, banging his mops and pails 
together outside the door, "Wonderful idea, Mr. Dexter!" Laura said under 
her breath. 

"Eh?" the old man asked in a loud squeaky voice. 

"Thank you, Mr. Dexter!" she shouted. 

When she heard the janitor's footsteps receding, Laura resumed her 
cunt-diddling. She took her fingers away from her twat long enough to pull 
her dress up even higher. She was completely alone now in the building, and 
she felt free to engage in her nasty self-manipulations with greater 
abandon. Her cunt tingling with sexual electricity, Laura raised her dress 
up to her waist and slid her fingers down her thighs, pushing her panties 
down to her knees, exposing her furry cunt, going wild inside with 
excitement. 

The hot-assed schoolteacher inserted her fingers into the creamy gash of her 
pussy and spread her cuntlips apart, exposing the coral inner folds of her 
pussy. She pushed her fingers in farther and farther until most of her hand 
had been buried between her legs. Her belly seemed to come alive with 
sensations. She balled her fist inside her seething cunt and began twisting 
it inside her sensitive gash, rubbing her warm knuckles against the lips of 
her tightly stretched cunt and the little bud of her hard clit. 

With her free hand, the horny woman reached between her widespread legs and 
began rubbing her clit with her thumb. She shivered each time her thumb 
touched the super-sensitive flesh of her clitoris, felt her body twitch and 
tremble as she slowly raised her passions to a fever pitch. Her breathing 
grew faster and faster, shallower and shallower. Her heart raced wildly. Her 
lips were wet and trembling, her entire body tense, unbearably tense. 

She began moving her fist harder and faster between her legs, began moving 
her hand in and out of her sucking wet cunt. She closed her eyes and 
abandoned herself to her lusty imagination. She conjured up a boy to fuck 
her hard and fast between her widespread legs. She could almost see him 
there in the room with her, his big hard cock sticking out in front of his 
naked young body, his eyes shining with unconcealed lust. 

Her dream-boy looked very much like young David Milner, the young lad who 
had been occupying her mind so much lately. She could see him standing there 
as real as life before her, could feel his cock hard and throbbing when she 
reached out to touch it, could feel his cum-filled nuts soft and heavy in 
her hand when she cupped her hand beneath them and held them in a loving 
embrace. She could feel his cockhead pressing between the gaping lips of her 
excited cunt, slipping into her slowly as he pushed against her. She could 
feel the hot friction of his long young cock shaft against her pussylips and 
the swollen bud of her clit when he began stroking that young tool in and 
out of her cunt. 

She could feel her favorite student fucking the shit out of her in her hot 
imagination as she fist-fucked herself passionately. She could see his 
longish blond hair flying as he began ramming his dick in and out of her 
sucking pussy. She could feel his rock-hard bulging cock filling her 
insides, filling her with his incredible animal warmth. She could feel his 
big young balls slapping up against her steaming crotch as he banged his 
hard young body against her. She could feel her tits shaking as he made her 
body rock. 

Laura knew that her rushing orgasm would rack her body soon. She wished she 
could delay it for an eternity, wished she could fuck herself forever 
without bringing her pleasure to a head. She also wished that her dream-boy 
was a reality rather than a mere figment of her horny imagination. She 
wished she could have handsome young David right there, right then, wished 
she could have him in spite of the taboos against sex between a young boy 
and an older woman, wished she could forget her position as schoolteacher 
and seduce all of her male students regardless of the social prohibitions 
against such things. 

"Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me, David! Oh please! Please! Use 
your darling dick on me! Ram it in and out! Ram it up my belly! Fuck me with 
that big beautiful cock, David! I don't care if it hurts me! Fuck me! Dick 
me, darling! Oh God! It's beautiful!" the horny woman whispered to herself, 
caught up completely in her fantasy. 

Laura felt dams ready to burst inside her, felt riveis ready to overflow, 
felt tides ready to rise and flood her. She prepared herself for her 
cunt-melting climax, prepared herself for the flood of emotion and sexual 
sensation that would rack her beautiful nearly naked body. 

"Oh David! David! Beautiful darling David! If only you were here with me 
now! If only you were my lover instead of my student! If only ..." she 
gasped softly, still working her fingers and her hand between her legs. 

Laura was teetering on the brink when she smelled a rather peculiar odor. A 
strange acrid fragrance, sweet yet sharp, seemed to be wafting across the 
room. It was with considerable shock that she recognized the scent. It 
was'marijuana! Somebody was smoking pot somewhere nearby. She had smelled 
the fragrance of grass a month or two ago when she had caught her son Robert 
smoking the weed in his room. She hadn't made much of a fuss about it, 
realizing that it couldn't do him any real harm, although she had taken it 
away from him with a very mild rebuke. She still had the little bag of the 
stuff. At times she had wanted to try it herself, but so far had resisted 
the urge. 

The horny schoolteacher sniffed the air and reluctantly removed her hand 
from her blazing cunt. She had to find out the source of the smell. Could 
there be someone else in the building besides her? Laura pulled up her 
panties and let her dress down, walking around the room and trying to 
determine the source of the wisps of smoke that drifted about. She felt her 
heart skip a beat when she realized that she had left one of her windows 
open just a crack. When she realized that she had forgotten to lower the 
blind all the way, she trembled with fear. 

Someone was smoking pot outside her window. Had she been seen playing with 
herself so obscenely? It was too horrible to contemplate! Her first reaction 
was to run from the room in terror. When she realized that the pot-smoker 
had very likely heard her calling out David's name at the height of her 
self-inspired frenzy, she decided that she would have to do something 
positive to save herself instead of running away. It wouldn't do to let 
something so damaging be spread around Masonville Junior High School and the 
community in general. Her good reputation would be ruined! 

Summoning up her courage, Laura ran to the window and threw it open, letting 
the shade roll up with a nerve-shattering racket. She had no idea what she 
would do when she confronted the intruder on her privacy. What could she 
possibly say to someone who had caught her in such a compromising position? 
When she stared out into the semicircle of high dense bushes that surrounded 
the window, her heart sank in her breast. David himself was kneeling there, 
a smoldering toke dangling from his lips, a look of utter horror on his 
youthful face. 

Laura honestly thought she would die of shame and fright. Her knees shook. 
Her mouth opened. A shrill cry escaped her lips. It couldn't be! It was 
worse than she could possibly have imagined! Not only had she been heard and 
seen playing with her juicy cunt, but she had been caught at it by the boy 
whose imaginary presence had excited her so wildly. 

Without even thinking about her actions, Laura reached out and grabbed the 
boy's shoulder, pulling him to his feet and managing somehow to look him 
right in the eye. When she made eye contact with young David, Laura realized 
for the first time that he was at least as frightened and embarrassed as she 
was. It gave her strength enough to open her mouth and speak to the boy with 
some semblance of calm. 

"David! What are you doing out there? Don't you know the school is elosed? I 
should notify the authorities! And what may I ask is that? It isn't a 
cigarette, is it, David? No? That's just what I thought! Marijuana! You're 
smoking marijuana! And on school property after hours! You should be ashamed 
of yourself! I think you'd better get yourself in here right now, David 
Miner! No, stupid, not that way! Through the window! Do you want someone to 
see you?" she scolded, her heart racing all the while. 

Laura knew that her only hope lay in her pressing her authority. She dared 
not let her embarrassment and fear show through her facade of calm and moral 
outrage. She stood back and watched the boy crawling clumsily through the 
open window. She watched the glowing joint fall from the boy's mouth in his 
mad rush to obey her. She realized that he was probably as frightened as she 
was. If only she could maintain her calm pose. 

"I think you and I have a few things to discuss, young man! Sit over there!" 
Laura snapped, pointing to her chair. 

David seemed frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. His mouth was open, 
his arms stiff at his sides, his eyes staring wildly at her. As Laura looked 
into his glittering eyes and saw the fear inside him she suddenly felt 
herself softening inside. David seemed to be on the brink of tears, a 
position in which she was amazed to find a boy of his devilish reputation. 
He was so cute standing there before her, so young, so tense, so 
innocent-looking, so tender, so much the embodiment of all the qualities 
that drove her wild that she couldn't help easing her attitude toward him. 

"David, sit down. I realize how hard this is for you. It's not all that easy 
for me either. Do you understand that, David?" she managed to say, looking 
him in the eye. 

She watched the boy nod his head nervously and back up all the way to the 
chair, as if afraid to turn his back on her. 

"Don't worry, David, I'm not going to turn you in! Calm down!" she said with 
authority ringing in her voice, a tone of voice that she was finding more 
and more difficult to force. 

The schoolteacher walked toward the boy with a steady stride and put her 
hands on his slender shoulders, pushing until he sat down. She stood before 
him and watched his glance fall to his feet, betraying his shame. Laura's 
shame was fast disappearing, was fast being replaced by a feeling much more 
moving. She felt her cunt moistening between her legs, felt herself warming 
to the boy in more than a motherly way. She felt sorry for the boy, and hot 
for him at the same time. She felt herself about to be swept away by the 
flood of her long-suppressed emotions, felt herself about to be sucked into 
the whirlpool of her long-denied lusts. 

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself, David?" she asked, smiling 
slightly to let the boy know that she wasn't quite as angry as she had let 
on. 

"Uh . . . well . . . I . , . I'm sorry, Mrs. Watson ... I mean . . . Jesus 
Christ, Mrs. Watson! I don't know what to say!" the boy stumbled, his voice 
dry. 

"Have you been smoking marijuana for very long, David?" she asked. 

"Uh ... not too long ... coupla months ... " he replied weakly, looking down 
at his feet again. 

"And how long have you been window-peeping?" she said, knowing the dangerous 
territory she was about to enter. 

"W-window . .. window-peeping? I. . . I wasn't, Mrs. Watson! Honest I 
wasn't!" David said desperately, tears welling up in his eyes. 

"Let's not lie to each other, David. You and I both know that you were 
looking in. And we both know what you saw. Isn't that right, David? Come 
now! Be honest now!" she said a bit too harshly. 

"But I wasn't! I wasn't! Honest to God, Mrs. Watson!" David said, looking up 
at her pleadingly. 

"You and I both know what you saw, David! Didn't you see something that you 
found interesting?" she smiled, sitting down on her desk directly in front 
of the nervous boy. 

Laura felt something happening to her body and her mind, felt herself giving 
in to the lusty sensations that had welled up inside her for so long. Seized 
by the urge to be lewd before the boy, Laura slowly raised the hem of her 
dress, raising her leg at the same time, resting her foot on her desk. 

"Didn't you see something like this, David?" she smiled, raising her dress 
until she had exposed her leg well above her knee. "Didn't you?" she 
insisted, smiling at the boy with a seductive look. 

"Yeah . .. I. . . I guess I did .. ..." the boy said in a barely audible 
voice. 

Laura felt wicked inside when she watched the kid's nervous yet eager eyes 
flash between his feet and the growing expanse of flesh beneath her dress. 
She knew that this was the moment when she would have to turn her fantasies 
into reality. She knew that she could turn this potentially ruinous 
situation into the most exciting experience of her recent life. She felt 
slightly dizzy with the excitement the boy inspired in her. 

She would be wicked. She would do anything that came into her head. She 
would tease the boy until he had become her slave. She was in no real danger 
of discovery now. The boy dared not tell anyone what he had seen, or what he 
was about to do with her. He was in too much trouble already to spill the 
beans about anything that happened in her classroom after school. Who would 
believe his story even if he did decide to tell it? Would the respected 
Laura Watson dare do such depraved things to her students? When she realized 
how safe she was, she giggled uncontrollably for a moment. 

"Would you like to see more, David darling?" she asked wantonly. 

"More? Oh God, Mrs. Watson! What do you mean!? More? I... I don't 
understand! More?" the boy gasped, staring wildly at her leg. 

"Yes, darling, more. Not that you haven't seen enough already! You really 
should be ashamed of yourself you know!" she said teasingly. 

Laura saw the boy's eyes fall again in shame and her heart melted for him, 
melted as her cunt did. 

"Of course I should be ashamed of myself too, I suppose. I find that people 
often do things that they should be ashamed of, David. Perhaps it's all 
right to do those things as long as no one finds out about them. Or perhaps 
we shouldn't be ashamed in the first place," she said, raising her dress 
ever-sc-slowly. "Did you enjoy what you saw, darling? Don't Me embarrassed. 
Did you like the show?" 

"Oh God, Mrs. Watson. I. . . sure I enjoyed it... I mean .. . how could I 
help it? Yot.... you did ... did thatl" the boy rasped. 

"That? That? What exactly do you mean, David?" Laura asked, raising her 
dress all the way to the crotch of her panties, opening her legs obscenely 
and letting the boy get a good look at her barely covered snatch. "What 
exactly is 'that'?" 

"Oh gosh! You .. . you were ... uh ... you were playin' with yourself!" 
David said, his eyes bugging as he stared at the juncture of Laura's creamy 
thighs. 

"Masturbating?" she asked with a wicked look. "Like this?" she smiled 
wantonly. 

The hot-assed schoolteacher reached between her spread legs and rested her 
palm against the damp crotch of her panties, pressing hard against the 
responsive swelling of her tingling twat. With a toss of her head, she began 
making rubbing motions against her cunt, keeping her eyes on her victim, 
watching carefully his every reaction. 

David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had stumbled into the 
nut-busting situation quite by accident. He had been smoking with the guys 
down by the river behind the school when one of them suggested that they 
take a walk up to the building and maybe break a window or something, just 
for the hell of it. By the time they had made it to the building nobody was 
interested in breaking windows any more. In fact, nobody was interested in 
doing much of anything. David was the only one who still felt the urge to 
vandalize their brick prison. The other guys had wandered off toward home 
while he had snooped around for a while. 

When he had noticed an open window, he had seized upon the chance to get 
into the place with the harmless intention of coming away with a souvenir of 
some kind. He had had the foresight to peek in the window before he opened 
it any farther. What he had seen made him freeze in place. He hadn't felt so 
strange in his life. There was Mrs. Watson, of all people, sitting on her 
desk, her dress pulled up all the way to her waist, her hands inside her 
panties. He couldn't believe his eyes! Mrs. Watson was playing with her 
cunt! 

David had never seen anything like it in his life. He knew that girls did 
things like that too, but Mrs. Watson was a grown-up woman! Sherry Billings 
had done that in front of him once, but only after he had practically begged 
her on his knees. He couldn't understand what made girls so damn sensitive 
about things like that. Sherry had let him feel her up lots of times. She 
had even let him put his hand between her legs and touch the lips of her 
pussy. She had taken his cock out and rubbed it for him until his cum had 
shot out all over her hand. But she hadn't let him fuck her yet, even though 
he knew she had wanted it all the time. There were some things that the 
girls of Masonville just wouldn't do. His dad had told him to keep trying. 
He sure would. 

Mrs. .Watson, however, was something else! She didn't seem to be the least 
bit embarrassed about the things she had done. She didn't seem to care 
whether he saw her playing with her cunt or not. And now she was exposing 
herself for him as if she did it every day. What the hell was she trying to 
do to him? She was as old as his mother! And she was his math teacher! His 
math teacher! It was almost too much for the boy to take. David would have 
run from the room and taken his chances with the law if it were not for Mrs. 
Watson's incredible beauty. 

Mrs. Watson had never tried to hide her feminine charms beneath old-lady 
dresses like some of the -eachers at Masonville, not that she would have 
been able to hide her charms even if she had tried. It was pretty well 
agreed that Mrs. Watson had to have the greatest pair of tits of all the 
teachers. Her legs weren't bad either, now that David was being treated to a 
long and careful look at them. In fact, Mrs. Watson's legs were beautiful, 
soft as silk, a light golden glow spread over them, perfectly shaped. He 
couldn't help staring at the softer-looking flesh of her upper thigh, 
couldn't help wondering how her leg would feel to his touch. It was a nasty 
thought, he knew, but he couldn't resist it. 

She was doing such incredibly mind-boggling things to him, making his cock 
stir between his legs, making his heart throb in his chest, making it hard 
to control his breathing. The more of herself she exposed to him, the more 
he felt himself coming strangely under her power. He felt as if she could 
make him do anything in the world now, felt as if he were powerless to 
resist her every command. He could hardly even move. 

David knew that his cock was hardening in his pants. He had gotten a 
rip-roaring hard-on outside while he had watched her play with her pussy 
only minutes before. He had been just about ready to haul out his dick and 
jerk off right there beneath the window when she had discovered him. His 
cock had softened somewhat in the confusion following his discovery, but it 
was rising again and he had no control over his sexually excited condition. 

The beautiful teacher was driving him crazy. What would he do when his big 
eight-inch cock stuck down the leg of his pants? Surely she would notice the 
big stiff thing! Would she get mad at him again? Would she scream and call 
the cops or something? And how far was she going to go with her wild strip 
show? Was she really going to play with her cunt in front of him like that? 
When he saw her fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, he sucked 
in his breath and prepared for the worst-or the best. 

"Would you like to look at my cunt, darling?" Laura sang, easing her flimsy 
panties down over her creamy thighs. "Would you like to see your teacher's 
pussy more closely?" 

"Uh ... g-gosh yes ... but..." David struggled, his voice as dry as paper. 

"But what, silly boy? Don't you like girls?" 

Laura teased, removing her panties completely and holding them in her hand, 
dropping one leg over the back of the chair in which David sat, giving him 
an unavoidable view of her gaping cunt. 

"Oh Christ, Mrs. Watson! What]re you doin'? My gosh! I... I don't get it!" 
the boy said, his eyes glittering as he stared into the most 
delicious-looking cunt he had ever seen or even imagined. 

Mrs. Watson's cunt was even more beautiful than Sherry's, bigger, juicer, 
hotter-looking. And she was displaying it for him like that! It was so open, 
so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away from it! 

"Do you think I'm going to hurt you, David?" she smiled down at the boy. 

"Gosh no, Mrs.. Watson! But. . . you're ... so much older than I am ... I 
mean . ...it's not right... is it?" the frightened and excited boy 
struggled. 

"Of course it's not right, darling! But I'm doing it anyway! I know how 
badly you want to see my pussy, David! You were peeking in at me long 
enough! You could have left if you didn't like looking between my legs! And 
besides, dear boy, I've wanted to show you this for a long time! But we'll 
have to keep all of this our little secret! Understand?" she said, reaching 
between her legs and grasping the lips of her damp twat, pulling them apart 
until she knew the boy could see right up her cunt. 

"Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! What're you doin'?" the boy gasped. 

"I'm opening up my pussy for you, darling boy! Isn't it pretty? Have you 
ever seen a girl's cunt before, David?" She smiled wickedly, moving her 
cuntlips around with her fingers, watching the boy's sparkling eyes move 
with them. 

"Yeah ... I've seen a girl's ..." the boy said, his voice trailing off as if 
he were afraid to say the word in front of the luscious schoolteacher. 

"Cunt, darling. Cunt! Say the word, David. I want to hear you say it. Cunt! 
Have you seen a girl's cunt, darling?" she teased, tasting her nasty words 
on the tip of her tongue, savoring them with delight. 

"I've seen a girl's... cunt," the boy said weakly. 

"Whose, David? Don't be bashful. I'd like to know who is the lucky girl?" 
the hot-assed older woman asked the fourteen-year-old boy. 

"Do I have to tell?" the boy begged, looking up from her cunt for the first 
time and looking into the woman's sexy eyes. 

"I think you should, David. We have nothing to nide from each other, 
darling! Tell me who you've been playing around with, darling. I'll bet all 
the boys in school know all about it. You boys are such braggarts! I don't 
think you should keep your little secrets from me, David, not after what 
I've already found out about you!" the horny woman teased, enjoying the way 
she had him squirming. 

"Sherry Billings," he said in a barely audible voice. 

"Sherry! My goodness! Sherry Billings! And she's such a quiet little darling 
too! She's awfully pretty, David! Does she have a; pretty pussy?" Laura 
asked with a sly wink of her eye. 

"A ... a pretty pussy ... well... uh .. .sure ... yeah ... it's pretty..." 
the boy answered, staring again between Mrs. Watson's spread legs. 

"Is it as pretty as mine, David?" Laura asked, moving even closer to the 
boy, moving until her twat was only a foot or two away from the boy's face. 

"Jesus no! Nothin's as pretty as this!" the boy gasped. 

"Has little Sherry ever let you touch her there?" Laura asked, her cunt 
burning with lust for the helpless young boy. 

"A few times," David answered, his heart racing. 

Was Mrs. Watson actually going to let him touch her between the legs? His 
math teacher? A woman old enough to be his mother? The most beautiful woman 
he had ever laid eyes on? 

"A few times? My goodness, David, if I were Sherry I would let you touch me 
there all the time! In fact, darling, I would insist upon it! Nothing feels 
better to a woman than a man's hand on her cunt, David! Would you like to 
touch me there?" she asked, her twat seething with excitement, dripping with 
lust. 

"Touch you? There?" the boy rasped, his cock hardening in his pants. 

"Of course, lover. Reach up and touch my pussy! Go ahead, David! It won't 
bite you!" Laura said sweetly. "Feel my fucking cunt, David!" 

David still couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was scared half 
to death to touch her cunt, but he was in her power now. He felt his hand 
rising from his lap where it had been resting in a vain attempt to cover his 
cock, felt his hand moving up toward the gaping gash that she was so 
obscenely displaying for him. When he felt the heat radiating from the 
juncture of her silken thighs he pulled his hand away, afraid to lay it on 
the wet flesh of her seething cunt. 

"It's all right, David darling! It's all right! I want you to touch me! I 
want you to feel me! I know how nasty it is, David, but I want it anyway! 
Didn't you hear me calling your name while I was playing with my cunt, 
David?" she asked, taking the boy's trembling hands in hers. 

"I thought it was somebody else!" David said, amazed that she had been 
thinking about him while she finger-fucked her beautiful hot cunt. 

"It was your name, darling! Your name! I've been hot for you for a long 
time, David! Doesn't that turn you on, David? Doesn't that make your cock 
grow? Doesn't that just make your balls ache in your pants, darling? I've 
been watching you in class, darling! I've been watching you tease the girls 
with your hard dick* you and your buddies! I've been itching for it, David! 
Now that I have you with me I want you to make me feel good! Make my cunt 
burn and tingle, lover! Make it drip for you! Put your hand on it, lover!" 
Laura hissed, wriggling her hip's, making her gaping wet gash move 
temptingly. 

David sucked in his breath when she slowly placed his hand over the wantonly 
exposed nest of her furry cunt. He trembled with excitement when he felt the 
downy curls of her pussy hair against his young hand. She held his hand felt 
against her cunt, held it there until he no longer tried to resist. The heat 
of her throbbing twat seemed to surge through his hand and go straight 
through him to his young cum-filled balls. 

"Feel my cuntlips, David! Consider it a part of your education, darling! 
Stroke them with your fingertips, David! Oh yes! Wonderful! That makes me 
feel so good! It makes my pussy come alive! It makes me feel like my twat is 
on fire! Do it to me, boy! Make my cunt bum!" Laura cried, her mind reeling 
with lust. 

The feeling of a young boy's trembling fingers exploring the lips of her 
cunt was enough to make her melt. It was so wicked, so depraved. She had 
denied her desires much too long. She had to indulge herself now, no matter 
how wicked her act, no matter how taboo. 

The hot-assed teacher felt the boy's eager yet nervous fingers gently 
stroking the raggedy lips of her cunt, felt her pussy running with juice, 
wetting the boy's fingertips. Laura had never felt so lewd. The boy was only 
fourteen years old, young enough to be her own son! She wanted to hug him to 
her and comfort him in his nervousness. She had noticed, however, that his 
fear of her in the face of her unexpected sensual onslaught was being fast 
overcome by his natural interest in sex. 

The horny teacher wanted to teach the boy everything he needed to know about 
fucking and sucking. Nothing would hold her back. It would be an education 
for her as well, as she learned how far down the road to depravity her lust 
would take her. 

"Put your fingers to your lips, David. Don't be afraid, darling. Taste the 
juice of my pussy! Do you like it, David? Would you like to taste my cunt? 
Why don't you put your face up against it, lover? Be a man, David! I won't 
hurt you! Eat my cunt!" Laura said, her body shiveri.ig with excitement. 

The hot-assed woman reached behind David's tousled blond head and pulled him 
toward her pussy, gently but with insistence. She watched him blinking 
nervously as his face neared her musky cunt, blinking as if he dared not 
look at her so closely. 

"Do you really mean it, Mrs. Watson? Do you really want me to do ... that?" 
David rasped, looking up from the woman's furry cunt. 

"I want it more than anything else in the world, dear boy! I want your lips 
on my cunt! I want you to lick my cuntlips and suck my clit, David!" 

Laura said, her responsive cunt flooding with moisture. "I take it that 
little Sherry hasn't let you do that to her yet," she teased. 

"No, Mrs. Watson. She wouldn't let me do that1." the boy said, his lips only 
an inch or two from the gaping lips of Mrs. Watson's cunt. 

"I'm letting you do it! In fact, David, I'm insisting on it! Lick my pussy! 
Lick your teacher's cunt!" she hissed, pushing the boy's head until his lips 
crushed against the creamy wet gash of her delicious cunt. 

Laura thought she would die when she felt the boy's mouth pressing against 
the lips of her cunt. It was the first time in two years she had felt 
anything warm against her pussy other than her own fingers. She came alive 
as never before when she felt the young boy's nervous yet eager lips 
fluttering over the gash between her legs. It was obvious that the boy 
didn't really know what to do now that his face was pressed against a 
woman's juicy twat. 

The taste and scent of Mrs. Watson's cunt was intoxicating to the boy. He 
had never imagined that a woman's cunt could be so delicious. It felt hot 
against his cheeks when he rubbed against it, felt alive against his lips 
when he pressed them against it. And all the while the homy teacher was 
looking down between her legs and watching him working his lips there. It 
was too much! 

"Kiss my cuntlips, David. That's right. Oh God! Wonderful! Yes! Now suck 
them into your mouth! Oh Christ!" Laura cried out as incredibly exciting 
sexual electricity shot through her pussy. "Oh David! David! You do that 
beautifully! You make me hot, darling! Stick out your tongue, lover! Stick 
out your tongue and put it in me!" she cried, reaching down and spreading 
open the lips of her cunt with two fingers, opening her cunt hole for the 
eager young stud's tongue. 

Laura's body jerked when she felt the kid press his face hard against her 
steaming gash and poke his stiffened tongue in her open cunt hole. She told 
him to twist it around inside her. He obeyed eagerly, driving her wild. Her 
belly fluttered when he began nibbling at the gash of her pussy. He was 
responding powerfully to her now, just beginning to act on his own, just 
beginning to feel more sure of himself in his mind-boggling position. 

"Do you see my clit?" Laura cried, hardly able to speak now. "There!" she 
said, pointing to it, shivering when her fingertip brushed the little red 
bud of flesh. "Lick that place, darling! Lick it hard and fast! Oh Christ! 
David! Oh God! I've needed this for so long! Lick it! Lick it! You can't 
imagine how that feels, darling! Hard! Lick it harder! Faster! Lick my clit! 
Make me come, darling! Make my pussy flash! Make your teacher come! Make me 
COME!" Laura cried out. 

Young David couldn't believe that he was making her act that way just by 
licking her cunt. She was going wild, moving her legs and rocking back and 
forth on the top of her desk, and all the while saying the dirtiest things 
imaginable. She sure wasn't behaving like the other teachers at Masonville! 
And she wasn't the only one who was turned on like crazy. David's cock was 
as hard as rock in his pants. The thing was sticking down his leg and making 
his nuts ache something awful. He didn't know what to do about his sexual 
torment. He had the urge to haul out his dick and jack off to relieve the 
tension in his balls, but he knew that that was out of the question. He had 
to do something before his. cock shot off right in his pants. 

"I'm coming, David! Oh Christ, darling boy, I'm coming! Keep licking my 
clit! Yes! Oh yes! I love your tongue on my cunt! I'm coming! It's been so 
long, so long, so very long! I can't stand it! OH GOD! I LOVE IT!" she 
screamed as her rushing orgasm tore through her like a raging river. 

Laura bounced up and down so hard that it was difficult for David to keep 
his rapidly licking tongue against the place she had pointed out to him. At 
the peak of her orgasmic frenzy, Laura grabbed the boy's head and crushed 
his face hard against her seething twat. She wrapped her long silken legs 
around the young kid's slender shoulders and held him to her as she writhed 
in the heat of her lust. 

Only when the rushing sensations of her orgasm had subsided did Laura relax 
her tight hold on David's shoulders and let him take his face away from her 
flashing cunt. When the boy looked up-at her, his eyes flashing, his lips 
wet with cunt juice, she knew that she had to do something for him. She had 
to make him come wildly, had to make his young jism blast from the shaft of 
his hard prick, had to bring him the greatest pleasure of his life. She 
hoped that he was ready. 

"I think you deserve something delicious in return for that wonderful climax 
you gave me, David. Don't you agree, lover?" she smiled, noting the eager 
look on the young lad's handsome face. 

David looked up at his horny teacher and nodded bashfully, not really 
knowing what the woman had in mind. He didn't have to know what; she had in 
mind to agree to it. He would agree to anything. His brain swam with lusty 
excitement. All he cared about now was the aching deep in his balls and the 
tingling at the head of his rock-hard cock. Mrs. Watson had done wild things 
already. 

When he realized that she was about to do even more wild things to him he 
almost passed out with excitement and tension. 

"Stand up, David!" Laura sang, letting her dress fall over her naked cunt. 
"My but you are a handsome young devil!" she whispered, touching his 
cunt-juice-covered cheeks with her fingertips. "So strong! So young! And so 
excited!" she gasped in feigned amazement as she let her eyes rove from his 
face all the way to the hard bulge of his cock. "Did I do that to you, 
David?" 

"fm sorry, Mrs. Watson! I couldn't help it! It just got like that! I didn't 
mean to let it! I just can't help it! You did those things and it... well... 
it just got stiff like that!" David stammered, not knowing whether to feel 
ashamed of his hard cock or not. 

"Don't be silly, David. I like your cock, especially when it's hard like 
this! I've watched it get hard in class, you know! You always make me hot 
when you tease the girls with it! Did you know that you were teasing me 
too?" the homy schoolteacher cooed, falling to her knees and taking the 
boy's trembling hand in hers. 

"Gosh no! I was just foolin' around. I didn't know I was turnin' you on! Was 
I really doin* that?" David asked, a trace of pride in his youthful voice. 

"You were turning me on all right, darling! My cunt's been on fire for you 
lately! Your cock is so huge! It's a wonder the girls don't jump right out 
of their seats and make you fuck them with it, David!" Laura said, watching 
the bashful look she loved spread over the boy's smooth face. "Have you ever 
fucked s girl, David?" she smiled wickedly. 

David turned away when she asked him the embarrassing question. He didn't 
know what to I say. He had told all the guys that he had fucked I girls, bui 
what was he supposed to say to Mrs. I 

Watson? Actually he hadn't put his dick up Sherry 1 

Billings' pussy yet, simply because she had been 1 afraid to let him, not 
because of any hesitation on 1 his part. He could brag to his buddies about 
his I conquests with little risk of discovery. How could I he lie to a woman 
as knowledgeable about fucking I as Mrs. Watson? She would see right through 
him. 

He was relieved when she answered her question for him. 

"That's all right, David,'I understand! It doesn't matter whether you've 
really fucked a girl or not! Girls your age are afraid of big dicks like 
yours sometimes, darling. You must understand that. A cock that big would 
hurt awfully if it went into a I virgin's little cunt, David. You must have 
patience. I Has little Sherry Billings touched you there yet, F David? I 
don't see how she could resist feeling it I for you?" Laura smiled, staring 
at the hard bulge | of the boy's throbbing cock. * 

"Uh ... yeah ... she's touched it a coupla I times .. . " the boy replied, 
his voice failing as he 1 watched the woman bend down toward the lower 1 
part of his tense body. | 

"Does she masturbate you, David?" Laura smiled wickedly, her eyes glittering 
with uncon- : trollable lust. I 

"She did once," the boy gasped, turned on but * still embarrassed by the 
woman's shameless , questioning. 

"Did you enjoy it, darling?" Laura said, pursing her lips. 

"Gosh yeah! It was great... I mean ... sure I enjoyed it... " he said, 
afraid to sound too eager. 

"Did Sherry grab your dickie like this?" Laura] i 

J teased, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and moving her hand up and 
down. 

"Gosh, Mrs. Watson!" the boy said, blinking wildly. 

"Did she make your jism shoot out, David?" she continued, making 
masturbating movements over her wrist. 

"Yeah ..." the boy said weakly, his nuts aching. 

"Would you like me to do that for you, lover?" Laura cooed, licking her 
lips. "Would you like me to jack you off and make you shoot your wad?" the 
hot thirty-six-year old woman asked the horny teenager. 

"Sh-shoot. . . shoot my wad? You . . . you really mean it?" the boy gasped. 

"I'll show you that I mean it, David!" Laura hissed, attacking the front of 
the boy's patched Levi's, tugging down his tightly stretched zipper and 
reaching down the leg of his pants. 

David stood on his tiptoes, his entire body tense with incredible 
excitement. His nuts felt like two hand grenades between his stiff legs. His 
cock felt as hot as a poker. He was slightly di;:zy with excitement as the 
woman did wild things to his young mind and body. He knew there was 
something nasty about letting an older woman jack him off, just as there was 
something nasty about sucking her juicy cunt, but she was too beautiful to 
resist. He was afraid his dick would shoot in his jeans if she touched it 
right. 

"It's stuck in your pants, darling! It's so long and stiff that it's stuck 
down the leg of your pants! David, you really must be hot for me! It's so 
hard! So beautifully hard!" she cried, grabbing the root of his thick prick. 

Unable to release the boy's hard-on from his fcs, Laura unbuckled his belt 
and spread his ts open, exposing his fuzzy groin. She trailed long loving 
fingers down over the boy's lower stomach and into the wiry hair on his 
groin, making the kid shiver with excitement. She ran her hands up under his 
shirt and felt the lean muscles of his stomach and chest, felt his heart 
beating, felt his muscles hard and tense. She knew how powerfully she was 
affecting the boy and her pussy was seething with the excitement the wild 
situation inspired in her. She pushed the boy's pants all the way down to 
his feet and stared excitedly when his hard dick snapped up against his 
hairy groin. 

"My God, David! It's even bigger naked than it looks in your pants! It's 
huge! My God, David! No wonder little Sherry is afraid of it! I'm not afraid 
of it though, darling! I love it! Let me make your dick feel good, David! 
Let me beat your meat for you! You're such a deserving young man!" Laura 
hissed, moving incredibly close to the boy's hot young body. 

Laura ran her silken hands, up and down the kid's smooth legs a few times 
before she reached out for the arching pole of flesh that jutted up in front 
of him. When she wrapped her fingers around the dripping organ, David jumped 
back in an involuntary spasm, pulling his cock from her hand. She grabbed 
his dick again and pushed it down until it stood straight out in front of 
him. She began ever-so-slowly moving her soft warm hand up and down over the 
boy's juice slickened rod, making his nuts squirm in their tight sac. 

David had never felt so excited in his life. The older woman's hand grasped 
his cock as gently as could be, sliding over the sensitive skin of his prick 
effortlessly. It was as if some invisible hand were running over his rod, 
and yet the woman' eages hand felt like a thousand hands at once, all 
milking his dick, making his balls want to shoot their creamy load at her. 
The wildly turned-on boy gasped when he felt Mrs. Watson's expert hand 
grasping his swollen balls and squeezing them tightly iri contrast to the 
gentle way she continued to stimulate his cock with her other hand. 

"Do you like that, little lover? Do you like having your balls squeezed 
while a woman beats you off?" she cooed, squeezing his cum-swollen balls 
until he closed his eyes in pleasure-pain. "Do you feel your cum ready to 
squirt yet, darling?" the hot-assed schoolteacher purred at her pupil. 
"Would you like to shoot it all over my face?" 

"All over ... your face? You're shittin' me, Mrs. Watson! You don't mean 
that! You couldn't mean that! All over your face! Jesus Christ! I... I'm 
gonna shoot it pretty soon, Mrs. Watson! I can't help it! If you don't want 
me to you'd better stop doin' that!" the boy begged, still unable to believe 
that she could really want him to do that to her. 

"I want you to shoot it, darling! I want it in my face! I want to taste it 
on my lips! Do you hear me, David! I want you! I want all of you! I want 
your dick! I want your balls! I want your lips! I want your cum!" Laura 
cried. 

The sex-crazed woman reached under her dress and began rubbing her twat with 
the palm of her hand, driving herself wild again, raising herself to the 
brink of sexual passion with her masturbating movements against her excited 
cunt. 

David began making soft groaning sounds deep in his chest when he felt the 
woman's fingers tightening more and more around the swollen shaft of his 
young cock. He felt her hand running faster and faster up and down the rigid 
shaft of his cock, beating harder and harder against his tight nuts" He was 
going crazy with excitement. His breathing came faster and harder. He could 
almost see stars before his eyes. He knew when a sudden rush of hot tingling 
sensations surged through his balls and cock that he was about to shoot his 
wad in Mrs. 

Watson's hand. 

"I... I... I'm gonna do it, Mrs. Watson! Jesus Christ! I... can't stop it! 
Here it comes, Mrs. Watson! Oh shit! Shit!" the boy groaned as his balls 
blew up between his strong young legs. 

David felt shot after shot of jism blasting through the incredibly stiff 
barrel of his cock, felt his nuts unloading all their pent-up energies in 
hot spurts of cum. 

"Oh my God! I'm coming again! Keep shooting it, David! I'm ... coming!" 
Laura cried as her cunt flashed, flooding her with hot wet sensations. 

Laura gripped her young lover's rock-hard prick and jerked him off fiercely, 
milking blasts of cum out of him. She thought he would never stop coming. 
Squirts of the hot thick jism splattered all over her glowing pink cheeks, 
running down over her chin and down her neck. Her fingers were sopping wet 
with the cum her young lover shot over her. 

"Open your eyes, David! Watch your cum come out! Watch it shoot all over my 
cheeks! Oh God! 

It's delicious! It's wonderful on my face! Keep shooting it at me!" she 
cried, pumping harder and harder on his still-hard dick. 

The hot-assed teacher watched the boy open his glittering blue eyes and 
stare at her as his cock pumped his jism against her delicate flesh. When 
she told him to keep shooting his cum at her, he bent backward and strained 
to make more of his jism blast from his tight nuts. When her cunt had 
stopped flashing with sexual electricity, she removed her hand from her twat 
and began milking the boy's loosening balls, kneading them, making the kid 
groan with pleasure. 

Seized by the urge to taste the boy's cum, Laura dropped his cock and began 
gathering his dribbling jism from her lips and cheeks on the tips of her 
fingers and licking the stuff up. 

"Your cum is delicious, David, so rich and creamy! I could eat it all up!" 
the horny schoolteacher smiled, licking her lips. "Is there any more left in 
there, lover?" she asked wickedly, taking his cock in her fingers and 
bending toward it. 

David couldn't believe his eyes! Was she really going to put her lips on his 
cock? Sherry would never have done that for him! When he felt her mouth 
suddenly engulf the still-firm shaft of his young cock he knew that she 
would do anything that came into her head. His cock jerked in her mouth as 
she began sucking hard and fast at it. It was hard already, but the feeling 
of her wet warm mouth moving softly and slowly over the head of his dick 
made the organ as hard as steel. His balls were already starting to squirm 
again. It was almost as if he hadn't shot his wad at all! 

Laura moved her wet tongue over the head of her young student's naked cock, 
slipping and sliding it over the cockhead and up around the sensitive 
underside of the bulging thing. She felt the boy's fourteen-year-old prick 
swelling inside her face to even greater proportions than before, felt it 
throbbing with pounding blood, felt cum dribbling out of his swollen cock as 
she sucked the last tasty drop from the root of his rod. 

"Your cock tastes better than your cum, David!" Laura said, pulling off for 
a moment. "Do you like being sucked off?" 

"Oh shit yeah! Oh crap! Do it some more! C'mon, Mrs. Watson! Do it for me 
again! You gotta! It feels so damn good!" David pleaded, his face twisted 
into a mask of desperation. 

"If you insist, David. But I can't do this all day you know! I have to go 
home to my own young men!" Laura said. 

A strange feeling came over Laura when she mentioned her own two boys. It 
was true! She did have to go home to her own young men! How could she face 
the boys after spending the afternoon sucking and being sucked by a boy as 
young as they were? She knew that her sons and David were acquainted, 
although not very closely. What would happen to her if David told Robert and 
Marty about his wild afternoon after class? She had to make certain that the 
boy told no one! 

Laura worked on David's distended dick until he was standing on his tiptoes 
again, his body hard with tension. When she was certain that he was on the 
brink of a wild orgasm again, the hot-assed older woman took her lips from 
his prick and grasped it with her hand again. 

"Again, David? My goodness, young man, you never give up! How much cum do 
you have in there anyway?" she teased, squeezing the boy's saliva-slickened 
cock and masturbating it at the same time in fast up-and-down movements. 

"I got lots of it, Mrs. Watson! But... gosh 

...I've never felt like this before! I think I'm gonna shoot my rocks off 
again! Do you want me to? Can I do it in your mouth this time?" the boy 

-asked, his eyes glowing with warmth and youthful eagerness. 

"You'd like to shoot that wad right down my throat? What a thing to ask a 
woman! You should be ashamed of yourself, David Milner! I don't think I'll 
let you come this time! You must have some respect for your teacher!" Laura 
teased, enjoying the wounded look on his lust-twisted face. 

"But. . . but, Mrs. Watson . . . " the boy stumbled, his voice dry as 
cotton. "I'm about ready to squirt it! You gotta do it for me!" the boy 
begged. 

"I think we'd better call our little session to a close for today. We don't 
want you to get all worn out! If you really think you need me, David, you 
can stay after school tomorrow. We can do this again if you wish, darling. 
But we have to keep everything a big secret! Do you understand?" she smiled 
at her hard-cocked young stud. 

"But. .. my cock . . . it's ..." David struggled, his balls aching with 
lust, longing to empty their load into Mrs. Watson's sucking face. 

"Your cock will stay hard all night, won't it, darling? That is if you 
resist the urge to finish the job I started. Will it stay up until tomorrow 
afternoon, David?" she smiled. 

"Well. . . sure . . . but... I don't think I can wait that long! It hurts 
somethin' awful!" the boy begged, looking down at his rigid young cock. 

"Just imagine how much better it will feel when I suck your cockie off 
tomorrow!" Laura said, carefully pulling up the boy's Levi's and tucking his 
hard prick back into them with the greatest of difficulty. 

"Will you suck if off tomorrow, Mrs. Watson? Really? Promise?" the boy 
pleaded. 

"I promise, David! But you have to promise not to jerk it off during the 
night! Do you understand?" Laura cautioned. 

"Okay, Mrs. Watson. I won't even touch it!" David said, flinching as his 
beautiful math teacher zipped up his straining fly. 

Laura kissed her homy young student behind the ear and patted his lean young 
ass, pointing to the window. 

"Be careful now, David, we can't have anyone seeing you! And remember, not a 
word about this to anyone, not even your best friends! Do you hear me, 
David?" Laura said sternly as the boy crawled through the window. 

"I won't say a word!" he whispered, looking back at her. 

Laura giggled when the boy scrambled through the bushes and broke into a run 
across the lawn. She knew that she had made him feel better than he had ever 
felt in his life. She knew that she had given him an afternoon of pleasure 
that he would never forget. She would never forget it either! It was her 
first venture into the taboo world ofsex with young boys, a world she wanted 
desperately to explore. Her first step hadn't been too difficult. She had 
been pushed over the borders of depraved lust by chance. She hoped her 
future explorations would be as easy. 

 Chapter Two 

Laura realized even before she left the school on the evening of her 
cunt-melting experience with David that she had a difficult problem to face 
at home. In fact, Laura had two difficult problems at home in the persons of 
Robert and Marty, her two handsome young sons. As Laura drove home from 
school she wondered how she could possibly control her blazing lusts now 
that she had let them burn out of control once. It had been hard enough to 
keep her burning hunger for young boys under control at home. Now that she 
had tasted young David's dick and had experienced the cunt-stirring joys of 
sex with boys, she knew that she would find it much more difficult to keep 
her hands off her own sons. 

Laura knew perfectly well that she should be ashamed of her desire for her 
sons, but shame was now the farthest thing from her horny mind. She had been 
ashamed of her lust for David too, but that uncomfortable feeling had been 
washed away by the flood of her rushing orgasm. Shame, the hot-assed woman 
had discovered, was easy enough to put aside in the heat of her lust. She 
felt that she dared not let herself approach her sons with sexual intentions 
not because the act would fill her with shame, but because incest would be 
rather inconvenient for everyone concerned. 

The sun was just beginning to set when Laura pulled up in front of her house 
in the country,. She turned off the car and listened for the sound of 
basketballs bouncing against the side of the garage. Robert and Marty were 
practicing their favorite sport again as usual. As'usual, Laura honked her 
horn twice to let the boys know she was home. In a few minutes they would be 
scrambling into the house and getting cleaned up for supper. 

Laura closed her lovely eyes and let her imagination run away with her. The 
long golden rays of the setting sun fell on her eyelids, casting a warm glow 
over her thoughts. She felt calm inside, almost too calm. She was at peace 
with herself after her wild afternoon of hot sex with her eager young pupil. 
It was the first time since before her husband's tragic death that she had 
felt so warm and easy inside, She felt like letting herself drift off 
somewhere, felt like taking a flight of fantasy. 

Laura closed her eyes to the real world and imagined that she was watching 
her fifteen-year-old son playing basketball in the gym at school. She could 
see him as real as life on the gym floor, jumping and turning with athletic 
pace as he outmaneuvered his opponents. The proud mother could see her son's 
young hard muscles flexing with power as he shot the ball into the air. She 
could see his arms tightening as he powered the ball across the floor. She 
could see his slightly hairy legs tensing as he jumped up to sink a basket. 

She could see the white and blue silk material of his shorts moving at his 
crotch when he jumped, barely revealing the big bulge between his legs as 
the soft material of his loose shorts touched his swelling cock and balls. 

Laura imagined watching the boys on the team file into the shower room after 
the game, imagined watching them strip off their shorts and shirts and 
parade around the dressing room in their jock straps until they were ready 
for the showers. She imagined watching her fifteen-year-old roll his jock 
down his legs, revealing his big balls and thick young cock. She imagined 
following Robert and the other boys into the showers, keeping her eyes on 
their bouncing balls and healthy young pricks. She imagined watching Robert 
soap up his cock and balls and rub his fuzzy dark-haired groin until he was 
covered with white thick suds. She pictured herself walking up behind her 
son and putting her hands on his soapy shoulders, moving them gently down 
his sides until her fingers were only inches away from his cock. 

Laura could feel her naked tits crushed up against her son's strong back, 
could feel rivers of soap suds running between her tits and down her belly. 
She could feel hands on her legs and ass as the boys who surrounded her 
rubbed bars of soap all over her naked body. She could see young cocks 
hardening all around her as the boys were turned on by her presence in their 
shower room. She could feel the beating of her heart as it raced in her 
breast. She could feel her cunt tingling inside as every boy on the 
basketball team ran his hands over her wet silken body. 

The horny mother could feel her son's heavy breathing as she tangled her 
fingers in the dark hair of his soapy groin. She could feel the shaft of his 
stirring fifteen-year-old cock as she ran her fingers down its length. She 
could feel the kid's eager young dick stiffening, swelling, filling with hot 
blood as she stimulated her son's cock and balls. She could feel the soapy 
shaft of his hardening prick as she gripped the youthful tool. She could 
hear her son's sharp intake of breath when she ran her fingers up and down 
the rampant hard-on the boy sported. 

Laura could feel the dizziness that her depraved lust brought her as she 
fell to her knees before her hard-cocked Robert, could feel the swirling 
sensations inside her that filled her whenever she did something so wild and 
taboo. The hot-assed woman could see her son spreading his legs and planting 
them firmly on the soapy tile floor of the shower. She could see him putting 
his hands on his naked hips and presenting his cock for her to suck and 
lick. She could see the look of shameless desire that spread over Robert's 
grinning face as he looked down on her. 

The horny teacher could feel the hard dicks of all the boys rubbing against 
her wet flesh as she bent toward her son's dripping dick. She could feel the 
hard meat of Robert's fifteen-year-old prick as she kissed it gently on the 
head. She could taste his slippery cum as she licked the crystal droplets 
from the head of his cock. She could feel her son's prick swell suddenly 
when she engulfed it in her eager mouth. She could taste the hot meat of her 
son's shaft when she sucked it deep into her throat. 

Laura could hear the cries of pleasure that filled the air of the shower 
room as the basketball team went wild with lust. She could hear her own 
little cries of ecstasy as she writhed on her knees before her son. She 
could hear her boy grunting wickedly as he began banging his hard dick into 
his mother's sucking face. She could hear the sudden deepening of his voice 
when his rod snapped up against the roof of her wet mouth and shot its 
creamy cum. 

The hot mother could feel blast after blast of hot jism shooting into her 
face, splattering against the back of her throat, threatening to drown-her. 
She felt her son's groin pressing up against her face as he rammed his rod 
deep into her throat, felt his balls slap up against her chin as he came. 
She could feel her own climax raging in her twat as a boy licked and sucked 
between her kneeling legs, could feel rivers of sensation roaring through 
her naked body as she climaxed with her young son. She could feel gallons of 
cum squirting all over her back and thighs as every boy in the shower came 
at once. She felt their bulging hard-ons rubbing against her body, felt 
cocks of all shapes and sizes spreading jism over her wet flesh. 

Laura could see the boys beating themselves off and shooting all over her 
and each other as they went wild with lust. She could smell the scent of cum 
and soap as the floor ran with their ejaculated loads. She could taste her 
son's jism in her mouth, could feel it dripping from his cock and onto her 
tits as he pulled free of her sucking face. She could see herself writhing 
on the cum-covered tile floor, looking up at the boys with blazing eyes and 
begging for more cock and cum. 

"Mom! Mom! You asleep or somethin'?" she heard a voice say. 

"Yeah, Mom. You look like you're a thousand miles away!" another youthful 
voice said. 

Laura winced when she opened her eyes and saw her two boys leaning in the 
car window and grinning at her. It was a terrible shock to her to shake 
herself out of her lusty daydream and find the object of her dreams before 
her eyes, standing there as real as life with his fourteen-year-old brother. 
Laura flushed for a moment or two. A silly emotion, she thought. The boys 
couldn't possibly know what wild daydreams she had been having lately! 

"You okay, Mom?" Robert asked in his deep husky voice. 

"I'm fine, Robert! I was just daydreaming! It's been a long day at school!" 
Laura laughed, getting out of the car and walking up the front steps 
arm-in-arm with her two sons. 

"We wondered why you were so late, Mom," Marty said concernedly. 

"Yeah. I called the school but there wasn't any answer," Robert said. "We 
were gonna go over and see what was up." 

"It's nice to know that a girl has her protectors, boys!" Laura laughed 
warmly, thinking all the while how lucky she was that Robert and Marty 
hadn't showed up at the school to hunt for her. "I had a lot of papers to 
grade today, boys, that's all. In fact, I might have to stay later than 
usual for a few days. Think you boys can survive for a while?" she added 
with a smile. 

"I don't know, Mom! I'm 'bout to die of hunger!" Robert said gravely. 

"Poor boy!" Laura said playfully. "You're much too fat anyway, Robert. An 
hour or two without supper won't kill you!" she laughed, patting her son's 
hard stomach with the back of her warm hand. , "Come on, Mom, that's all 
muscle!" Robert said with a grin, putting his hand over his mother's hand 
and flexing his stomach muscles for her. 

Laura shivered when she felt her son's hand on hers, trembled inside when 
she felt the boy's soft warm skin against the back of her hand, felt 
slightly dizzy when he strained the muscles of his stomach for her. She 
wished she had kept her hands to herself. 

"Well, Robert, I guess you're right after all! It is all muscle! I'm glad to 
see that you're keeping yourself in shape!" she said, feeling a peculiar 
sensation in her responsive cunt. 

"I've got some muscles too, Mom! Wanna feel?" Marty put in, making a muscle 
in his bare arm and letting her feel it. 

"Yes indeed, Marty! You're getting stronger every day! I have two very 
athletic boys, don't I?" she said, feeling the warmth of her son's hard 
bleep. 

 "We want you to be proud of us, Mom!" Robert grinned. 

"I want you to be proud of me too, boys. So why don't I get to the business 
of being a mother to you two. You really must be hungry. I'll freshen up a 
bit and cook a nice big supper. You two run up and tidy up a bit," Laura 
said, patting Marty on the back and watching the boys run upstairs to their 
rooms. 

Laura drank in the physical perfection of her sons' lean young bodies as 
they bounded up the stairs. The boys wore only their basketball trunks. She 
watched their well-developed young muscles moving beneath their smooth 
tanned skin and wished desperately that she could run her warm hands over 
them, wished she could hold them both in a loving embrace, wished she could 
strip them naked and roll with both of them in a cunt-flashing fuck. 

She reluctantly tore her gaze away as they turned down the hall to their 
rooms. She would have to exercise more control over her emotions in the 
future if she was to avoid falling into the whirlpool of her incestuous 
desires and pulling her two innocent young boys in with her. She wondered if 
she really had that much self-control. 

Laura went to her room and undressed, still wondering where her driving 
desires would lead her. She stood naked and radiant before her full-length 
mirror and assessed her physical attributes. She tossed her long auburn hair 
behind her and lifted her naked tits in the palms of her hands. They were as 
perfect a pair of tits as a woman could want, and Laura knew it- She ran her 
thumbs over the peaks of her glowing-pink tits and hardened her responsive 
nipples. 

It was no wonder that her husband had loved to fondle her naked boobs. It 
was no wonder that he had loved to hold those swelling tits in his strong 
hands and knead the resilient flesh until she moaned softly with pleasure. 
It was no wonder that he had loved to pinch and suck her nipples until she 
cried out in ecstasy. It was no wonder that he had loved to watch her big 
full boobs bounce up and down when she sat on his cock while they fucked. It 
was no wonder that he had loved to feel her soft tits crushed up against his 
chest when he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Laura moved her hands down over her slightly outcurved belly to the silken 
skin of her naked thighs, feeling her own womanly warmth spreading through 
her fingers as she stroked herself. It was no wonder that her husband had 
loved to kiss her there. It was no wonder that the man had loved to trail 
his wet tongue over her belly and down to her satin thighs. It was no wonder 
that he had loved to press his cheeks up against her warm feminine flesh. 
She realized as she ran her hands over her thighs that they were still as 
firm and perfect as they had been the day John had felt them for the first 
time. 

She closed her eyes and thought of the first time she had given herself tb 
her future husband. It had been in the back seat of his Ford, not a 
particularly unusual place for a first fuck back in the dark ages of the 
fifties. She had been only fifteen at the time. She remembered the 
experience as if it had happened only yesterday. She had been giving herself 
freely since she had been thirteen, enjoying every fuck with a wild abandon 
that had made her popular with just about everyone, except the girls of 
Masonville. 

She remembered the dizzy feeling that had come over her when John had 
wrapped his strong arms around her for the first time, remembered the even 
dizzier feeling that had come over her that night when he had started 
running his eager and practiced hands over her trembling body. She 
remembered feeling his rough hands slipping and sliding over her naked legs, 
his fingers touching the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She recalled 
feeling naked and warm when he opened her blouse and exposed her 
pink-glowing tits, remembered feeling even warmer when he sneaked his hand 
into her panties and rolled them down over her curled-up legs. 

Laura remembered petting that evening until they were both steaming with 
uncontrollable sex-heat. She remembered being helped out of the car by her 
young lover, remembered fealing the grass of the old country lane beneath 
her naked feet as she scrambled into the back seat. She remembered watching 
through the open car window while John stripped naked, showing her the 
arching shaft of his thick hard cock. 

Laura remembered feeling helpless in a cunt-softening way when John fell on 
her and fucked her hard and fast. She remembered his huge dick pushing 
between her spread legs, remembered feeling his huge nuts slapping up 
against her crotch as he jabbed his aching dick in and out of her trembling 
cunt. She remembered feeling his big strong hands on her naked tits, 
remembered feeling his hand stroking the silken flesh of her throat as he 
fucked her hard and fast. 

Laura remembered knowing when they had both exploded in the heat of their 
mutual climax that she would be his for the taking. He had fucked her a 
thousand times after that wild summer night, and each time had thrilled her 
more than the last. But now her man was gone. 

Laura's fingers had found their way to her cunt during her reverie. Her 
fingers had started to flutter over the lips of her wet twat when she had 
remembered the crazy-wild sensations that her husband's cock had inspired in 
her wet pussy. Her fingers came to a sudden halt when she considered the 
tragedy of her husband's death. She was filled with a sudden feeling of 
emptiness. She felt tears welling up inside her. She would have thrown 
herself on her bed and cried her eyes out if she hadn't heard a gentle rap 
on her door. 

Laura threw a light robe around herself and opened the door. 

"Mom, I can't find my pants:" she heard Marty say when she opened the door. 

"You .. .you what?" she stumbled, trying not to look down below the boy's 
trim waist. 

"I can't find my pants!" the boy repeated, standing there stark naked before 
his mother, not embarrassed in the least by his nakedness. 

Laura looked out over the boy's slender shoulders, afraid that her glance 
might fall to the lower part of her fourteen-year-old son's naked body. 
Sometimes she wished that John hadn't paraded about the house naked all the 
time. Then her sons might not have picked up the habit from him, a habit 
that was beginning to get to her in a very embarrassing and dangerous way. 
Merely being close to her handsome young boy in his present state of 
nakedness was enough to cause her cunt to tremble with strange excitement. 

"Mom? My pants?" the boy said again, noticing a strange look on his mother's 
pretty face. 

"Oh, yes, Marty. Your pants ... well... don't you have a whole closet full 
of pants?" she said nervously, wishing she could look her son in the eye. 

"Oh sure, Mom. But I can't find my patched Levi's. You know the ones with 
the Ziz-zag patch?" the boy said concernedly, leaning in the doorway. 

"Oh. They're in the sewing room, darling. I was going to put another patch 
on for you. Remember? You wore a hole in the knee again," Laura said, trying 
to forget the feeling of growing warmth in her cunt. 

"Okay, Mom. 111 go get them," the fourteen-year-old said calmly, turning his 
back on his mother and walking away without closing the door behind him. 

"They're in the clothes hamper I think," Laura muttered, trying to keep her 
eyes'off her son's lean young ass. 

Laura wished her son had had the decency to close the door behind him. He 
was a temptation even when he was facing her. When he walked away there was 
nothing to keep her from ogling the rising and falling cheeks of his firm 
young ass. She could even see.the shadow of his young nuts between the 
cheeks of his lower ass. If only she could feel him. If only she could make 
his young prick stiffen and suck it into her mouth just as she had with 
David. If only she could feel her young son's cock pressing into her steamy 
snatch. Her cunt seethed with forbidden lust for her young son. It was with 
the greatest of difficulty that she tore her horny eyes away from the boy's 
smooth young body and closed the door. 

She wanted to get dressed and go about her motherly duties in the kitchen, 
but her unexpected confrontation with her naked son had kindled desires in 
her that could only lead to a resumption of her interrupted pussy-diddling. 
Unable to put the boy from her mind, Laura sat on the edge of her bed and 
lifted her light robe, slipping her warm hand between her legs and touching 
the hot bud of her clit. She thought of Marty while she worked her 
fingertips over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris, thought of rolling in a 
hot wet fuck with her younger son. 

She tossed her auburn hair behind her and abandoned herself to the 
mind-bending sensations of her self-manipulation. Her pussylips were already 
sopping wet with musky moisture. She could hear wet slurping sounds between 
her legs as she manipulated the lips of her seething cunt. She inserted 
three of her fingers between the musky folds of her open twat and began 
fucking herself with her eager hand, imagining that it was her 
fourteen-year-old son's cock that pounded away between her legs. 

If only the taboos of. society didn't stand between her and her sons. If 
only she could feel free to indulge herself in the depraved pleasures of 
incestuous fucking. If only she could teach her sons the art of love in 
their mother's bed. If only she could have her way with the boys she would 
feel fully satisfied, fully at peace with her lusty emotions. 

As her fingers worked away wildly between her legs she was filled with 
longing for the two boys that her loving husband had left her. When she 
closed her eyes and concentrated totally on the beautiful sensations deep in 
her seething cunt everything seemed to drift away. Nothing mattered to her 
now except flashing images of her two boys and the things they could do for 
her if she were free to indulge herself in their favors. She no longer felt 
the bed beneath her, no longer felt the robe covering her luscious body. She 
felt blissfully naked, felt as if she were floating on a cloud. 

Her cloud dissipated quickly enough when Marty tore her bedroom door open 
and gasped in shock and amazement. 

Laura heard his sharp intake of breath and opened her eyes in a flash. A 
feeling of horror overcame her when she stared at the door and found 
fourteen-year-old Marty, his mouth wide open in shock, his eyes staring. She 
pulled her hand away from her wet cunt as if it had burned her. She pulled 
her robe down over her knees and jumped up, smoothing her robe over her 
thighs and trying to act as if nothing had happened. 

There was no denying that the fourteen-year-old boy had seen his mother 
finger-fucking herself on the edge of her bed. He couldn't have missed 
seeing her hand moving beneath her robe, couldn't have missed seeing the 
look of lust that had come over her lovely face, couldn't have missed 
hearing the soft moans of self-inspired passion that had escaped her 
luscious wet lips. It was a good thing, Laura thought, that he hadn't seen 
the wild thoughts of him that had flashed through her horny mind. 

"Yes, Marty," Laura said in the coolest voice she could summon. 

"M-Mom, I... I can't find those ... those pants," the boy said weakly, 
looking down at his feet, still naked as a jay. 

"Well then! They're probably ]in the hamper. 

Why don't you stay here, Marty, and 111 go and find them for you," she said, 
pretending that the boy had seen nothing. 

"Okay, Mom," Marty said in a barely audible voice, moving nervously out of 
the way when his mother moved through the doorway. 

Marty stared after his mother as she walked out of the room, his mind 
reeling. He had never seen her looking that way before. In fact, he had 
never seen any woman look that way before, except once. The look on his 
mother's face had been the same look that he had seen on the face of a woman 
in one of the dirty pictures in a magazine one of the guys had smuggled into 
school. The woman in the picture had been doing nasty things to herself. She 
had been playing with her pussy and spreading her legs so the camera could 
get a good shot of her cunt. Marty had beaten off lots of times just 
thinking about the woman in that picture. And now he had caught his mother 
doing the same thing! 

She must have been doing that! She must have been rubbing herself between 
the legs to make herself come! It was quite a shock to Marty to discover 
that his mother did such nasty things. He wondered if she was shocked at 
being discovered in such a position. She hadn't seemed too upset, although 
she had jumped up and covered herself awfully quick. Maybe she did things 
like that all the time. Robert had told him that giris got as horny as boys 
did. Since his mother didn't have a man any more to keep her satisfied maybe 
she had to play with herself just like a guy would in the same predicament. 

Marty was beginning to feel something awfully funny in his balls. He felt a 
warmth spreading over him, felt his big young prick stirring between his 
naked legs. He suddenly felt awfully naked, standing there in his mother's 
bedroom after catching her in the act of masturbating. He knew what was 
happening to him, and it scared the shit out of him. He was getting a 
hard-on right there in his mother's room! 

The fourteen-year-old suddenly wished he had put on some clothes before 
coming downstairs. He usually walked around naked or nearly so, and usually 
nothing happened to embarrass him. But then he had never caught his mother 
playing with her cunt before. He. wanted to run upstairs and cover himself 
up but he was afraid that she might catch him outside the door. He didn't 
dare let his mother see him with a hard-on! It would be terrible! He 
wouldn't be able to even look her in the eye again. And what would she think 
of him? Guys just weren't supposed to get stiff ones in front of their moms! 

As the boy stood there nervously worrying about his state of excitement, his 
fourteen-year-old dick continued to harden and grow. It wasn't long before 
the aching thing was jerking up straight against his lean stomach. His nuts 
were tight in their smooth sac, burning with uncontrollable sensation. His 
cockhead was already swollen and purple. A clear droplet of juice.oozed from 
the slit in his rigid dick. 

Something made Marty reach down and touch his stiff shaft. He grasped the 
head of his cock with two nervous fingers and squeezed gently, making 
himself jump with sensation. His cock snapped up against his stomach and 
began throbbing unbearably. He had to touch himself again, had to make the 
sensations in his cock shoot through his balls, had to play with himself. 

Marty had never been able to resist the urge to beat off when his young cock 
stiffened up on him. Even now in his mother's bedroom he felt himself giving 
in to the urge to bring himself off. He closed his eyes and wrapped his 
fingers around his smooth young dick, moving his hand up and down his shaft 
until he could see stars. He could also see his mother sitting on the edge 
of the bed, working her fingers between the lips of her cunt. 

Marty knew that it was dangerous to jack off in his mom's bedroom, 
especially when she was coming back from the sewing room in a few minutes. 
He knew that she could walk in on him at any time. The aching in his cock 
and balls was taking control over his actions, making him disregard the 
dangers in his situation, making him hot enough to do anything to satisfy 
his youthful urges. There was a lock on his mother's door. Perhaps he could 
lock himself in and jack off until he shot his rocks. Perhaps he could make 
his cock soften up by beating off before she got back. Perhaps he could hide 
his dick more easily behind something when it was soft again. It was 
dangerous, but it was worth a try. 

Nervously the boy clicked the lock and started pumping his hand up and down 
over his stiff prick, making his legs tense, making his heart beat harder 
and harder, making his balls seethe with excitement, making him braver. His 
eyes flashed around his mother's room. He stared at the place where she had 
been working on her twat. He imagined seeing her sitting there while he 
jacked off his hard cock. He imagined staring between his mother's long 
lovely legs while she stuck her finger in her gash and wiggled it for him. 
He imagined her spreading her cuntlips open and letting him look up her 
hot-pink twat. He imagined her pinching and tickling herself harder and 
harder. He knew that he shouldn't imagine such dirty things about his own 
mother, but he couldn't help himself. It was the first time he had stumbled 
into a situation so exciting and it was driving him nuts, even if it did 
involve his own mother. 

The wildly excited boy glanced over at the chair in front of his mother's 
dressing table and saw a pair of her panties. He had to touch them. He had 
to feel her feminine undergarment. Just the thought of touching something 
that she had worn near her cunt made him dizzy. The hard-cocked boy walked 
stiff-legged over to the chair and took her black panties in his eager 
hands. His hands shook a bit when he ran his fingers over the incredibly 
soft material of her panties. 

He raised the garment and pressed it against his naked chest. The touch of 
her panties on his skin seemed to make his heart beat harder. He began 
sliding the flimsy panties up over his chest all the way to his throat. He 
could hardly breathe now. His mouth felt as dry as cotton. He swallowed 
nervously, looking over at the door as if his mother would break it down at 
any second and catch him in the nasty act of jacking off and playing with 
her panties. 

Something made the boy move his mother's panties over his cheeks. He could 
detect the scent of her musky cunt on her undergarment. So that was what a 
woman's pussy smelled like. The scent intoxicated him. He buried his face in 
the silky garment, still beating his cock up and down slowly. He had never 
been so turned on in his life. The danger seemed only to make the experience 
more exciting. If only someone were touching his dick! If only some 
beautiful woman were spreading her legs for him and beckoning him to come 
toward her. He closed his eyes again and imagined his mother in such a lewd 
position. 

The boy imagined walking toward his mother like a grown-up man, his big 
hairy cock sticking out in front of him. He imagined grabbing his own dick 
and giving it a few healthy tugs while his mother watched with a lewd look 
on her beautiful face. He imagined seeing her fall backward on the bed, her 
legs hanging over the edge, her feet on the floor, her cunt gaping. He 
imagined touching the jiggling inner flesh of her legs with his big strong 
hands, making her shiver. He imagined grasping his rock-hard cock and 
positioning it between the red lips of her spread cunt. He imagined bucking 
his hairy ass and shoving it all the way up her sucking twat. 

Marty imagined how his father might have fucked her with that big hairy cock 
of his, imagined that he was his father, imagined that he was fucking his 
mother harder and harder while she moaned with excitement. It was too much 
for him now. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stood near where his 
mother had sat, facing her imaginary image, bucking his legs against the 
side of the bed, ramming his dick in and out of his mother's imaginary 
pussy. He had started rubbing the flimsy pair of black panties against the 
furry nest of his young groin. In a minute he had moved the garment down 
between his legs until it crushed up against his tight young cum-filled 
nuts. 

Marty gasped when he wrapped his mother's musky-scented undergarment around 
the slippery shaft of his cock. He began beating off harder and faster, 
feeling his mother's panties moving over the wet shaft of his rod, driving 
him wild with lusty excitement. With his free hand he reached down between 
his legs and grabbed his cum-swollen balls, squeezing them until they almost 
hurt. He couldn't stand the tension between his legs another second. He had 
to let go. He had to come in his mother's panties. 

The fourteen-year-old boy gasped when he heard his mother at the door. He 
thought his heart would stop beating. He was suddenly quiet. He heard her 
try the door, heard the doorknob turn against the lock. He stopped breathing 
when he heard her knock. 

"Marty? Marty, are you in there?" he heard her call. 

"Uh . . . yeah, Mom ..." he said in a barely audible voice. 

"Aren't you going to let me in?" he heard her ask in a peculiar tone of 
voice. 

"Just a minute, Mom!" he called, his throat as dry as cotton. 

Marty couldn't stop beating off now. He had to come, had to finish off the 
job he had started. He couldn't stop now. The fear he felt seemed to make 
his balls ache even more. He squeezed his fingers around his dick and gasped 
when he felt his cum shooting hard and fast through the shaft of his cock. 
He hadn't even had to move his handover his cock to make himself squirt. He 
closed his eyes and fell into the bottomless pit of his orgasm. 

The fourteen-year-old boy grunted loudly when he felt his balls exploding. 
He tensed in every fiber of his young body as he shot his wad into his 
mother's panties. Every muscle of his body went hard as he came. His long 
legs went stiff. His stomach muscles tightened. The muscles of his arms 
flexed involuntarily. His heart stopped beating for a second as his jism 
shot through the hard shaft of his youthful cock. He knew he was groaning 
too loudly as his rocks shot off. He knew his mother could hear him, but 
there was nothing he could do about it now. 

"Marty? Marty, are you all right? What are you doing in there?" he heard his 
mother call concernedly. 

"N-nothin'-----nothin', Mom!" he gasped, rubbing the panties over his 
shooting cock. 

"Open the door then, Marty!" he heard her say sharply. "I found your pants, 
Marty! Now let me in!" 

Marty ran his thumb up his cock shaft to force as much cum as possible out 
of his dick. He nervously wiped his thick jism off his cock with his 
mother's soft panties and wished that his shaft would soften up more than it 
did. What was he going to do with his mother's cum-soaked panties? He didn't 
dare leave them in the room like that. He was dizzy with confusion. 

"C-can you hand me my pants through the door, Mom?" he asked in a shaky 
voice. 

"Net if you don't open it, silly!" she replied. 

"Will you hand them through the crack?" the boy said, his hand on the lock. 

"All right, Marty ... of course ..." he heard her say softly. 

The boy nervously clicked the lock open and held out his hand for his pants. 
When his mother handed them to him he scrambled into them as quickly as 
possible, tucking his still-firm cock into them and zipping up in a flash. 
His cock was still visible in his pants, he knew, but it was better than 
standing there stark naked with the remains of a hard-on hanging between his 
legs. He picked up his mother's jism-covered panties and stuffed them into 
his back pocket. He would have to wash them and sneak them back into her 
room before she noticed they were missing. 

"Now what on earth is this all about, young man?" Laura said as she burst 
into the room. 

"Nothin', Mom! Honest! Nothin'! I... I gotta go up and dress now, Mom! Ill 
see you later ... at supper... or somethin'!" the boy said without looking 
at her. 

Marty almost knocked Laura off her feet in his mad rush to get out of the 
room. She watched in amazement as he bounded out of the room and rounded the 
comer to the stairs, running as if his life depended on it, running without 
looking back even for a second. Laura was about to call her son back when 
she saw something fall from his back pocket, something which looked awfully 
familiar. She walked to the foot of the stairs and felt a surge of 
excitement rush through her when she picked up the little pile of softness 
and discovered the panties the boy had dropped. 

Laura held the pile of soft lacy material in her hand and stared up the 
stairs after her boy. What on earth had Marty been doing with her panties? 
Why would he have had them in his back pocket? And why had he locked himself 
in her bedroom? She had enough troubles without having to worry about her 
son's odd behavior. She suspected, of course, that Marty's unusual behavior 
had something to do with his discovery of his mother in the act of 
masturbating. The poor boy had obviously seen her playing with her cunt. How 
could he have avoided seeing her hand moving fast and furiously between her 
legs? Perhaps the shock of catching her in such a nasty act had confused him 
terribly. How could she ever face her son again? What would he think of her 
now? [ 

Laura realized suddenly that her son's behavior had been triggered by 
something more than shock and confusion. As she unconsciously moved her 
fingers against the silky material of her panties she noticed something wet 
and slippery. She nearly fainted when she looked down at her hand and saw 
thick globs of cum all over her panties and her hand, thick globs of her 
son's thick white jism. She couldn't believe her eyes. He had shot cum into 
her panties! 

Laura had to sit down on the edge of the bed, her amazement was so 
overpowering. Marty must have been turned on by the sight of his mother in 
the act of playing with her cunt. He must have been so wildly turned on that 
his cock had hardened up as soon as she had left the room to find his pants. 
Laura shivered with excitement. Could she really have affected her 
fourteen-year-old son so powerfully? The horny woman felt her cunt beginning 
to twitch between her legs, felt herself warming all over, felt her lust for 
her son rising within her as she stared hungrily at her jism-covered 
panties. 

It was no wonder that the boy had locked himself in her room. He had 
probably been rubbing her panties against his shooting cock as she had stood 
outside the door. And it was no wonder that he had stuffed her panties in 
his back pocket and had run up to his room without facing her. He had 
probably still had the remains of the hard-on that she had raised on him 
inadvertently. Laura closed her eyes and imagined seeing the boy standing by 
her bed with a big rigid dick poking up against his belly, imagined seeing 
his hand flying up and down his hard cock, imagined seeing his rich thick 
cum flying out of his dick and splattering against the contrasting black 
material of her panties. 

It wasn't long before Laura's fingers had found their way between her legs 
again. It was all too nasty and thrilling to resist. She knew she had caused 
her young son to beat off and the knowledge thrilled her deep in her belly. 
She wondered if anything more would come of the events of that evening, 
wondered if she would be sucked into the whirlpool of lust with her son, 
wondered if they had accidentally taken the first step toward the taboo sex 
she craved. 

Laura tightened her legs around her hand when her cunt flashed wildly. She 
felt fireworks exploding in her twat, felt bombs bursting deep in her belly, 
felt her body shaking violently as her cunt exploded between her legs. 
Images of her two young sons flashed through her mind, images of spurting 
young dicks, images of tight young nuts spewing hot cum into her face, 
images of tongues licking her juicy cunt, images of dicks jabbing in and out 
of her sucking twat. Her mind was filled with the most depraved ideas 
imaginable for her sons. She knew now that it was only a matter of time 
before she would approach them. 

A little sex wouldn't hurt Robert and Marty, Laura realized, even if it was 
with their own mother. She hoped she could make them understand what was 
happening to them when she seduced them. By then she hoped she could polish 
her technique of seduction so as to cause them as little confusion and 
embarrassment as possible. She would practice on David tomorrow after 
school. She knew he would be waiting for her, knew he would be waiting for 
her with that eager young cock of his. She knew too that she would be 
waiting for him with a steaming cunt and a mouth greedy for the hard young 
cock the boy had to offer her. 

 Chapter Three 

"Did you follow my instructions, David?" Laura smiled at the young boy as he 
stood before her desk. 

"I... I guess, Mrs. Watson. I didn't jack off or anything," David said 
weakly, looking down at his teacher. 

"That's a good boy, David. Is your cock still hard? No need to answer, 
darling. It's been rather obvious all afternoon. Did you know that the girls 
have been staring at your hard-on all afternoon?" Laura smiled wickedly. 

"Yeah ... well... I did kinda notice that..." the boy said, looking down at 
his feet with a sheepish look. 

"I thought you might have, David. You really are % wicked boy! AH you need 
is some instruction in fucking, David. I'm quite certain that you'll make 
all the girls happy when I've taught you a few things. You would like to 
learn a few things from me wouldn't you?" the seductive woman asked, her 
lips wet and shimmering. 

"Sure, Mrs. Watson! I wanna learn! Will you suck my dick for me again?" the 
fourteen-year-old boy asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up with lust. 

"Perhaps, darling, but I was thinking of something else for this evening. 
You know, David, you must do things for your girls too. There's much more to 
sex than having your cock sucked," Laura said, standing and leaning against 
the blackboard. 

"You mean like licking a girl's pussy ... like I did yours I mean?" David 
asked, looking at his sex-teacher inquisitively. 

"Of course that's a part of it, David. Girls love having their cunts sucked, 
once they get used to it that is. What I was thinking of was something even 
better for this session, David, something better for both of us," Laura 
said, her cunt warming as she looked into her horny student's blue eyes. 
"Why don't you go and lock the door, darling? And be sure to close the 
window and the blind this time! We can't have anyone peeking in at us. One 
student at a time is all I can handle," she said, wishing deep down inside 
that she had a hundred students like young David. 

Laura watched delightedly as the tall fourteen-year-old boy walked around 
the room closing the door and windows, his long length of stiff cock 
sticking down his pantleg. She noticed quickly enough that her student 
wasn't nearly as ashamed of his excited condition this evening as he had 
been the evening of their first mind-boggling encounter. His bashfulness 
seemed to have melted away. She could tell by the way he looked at her and 
by the way his young dick had stayed hard for the entire period that the boy 
was homy beyond belief. He was ready now for the ball-racking delights she 
knew she could bring to him. 

"Come here, David. Stand beside me. Don't be afraid, lover," she said, 
crooking her finger and drawing him to her like a moth to a flame. 

"I'm not afraid, Mrs. Watson . . . not very much anyway..." the boy said, 
his body shaking nonetheless when she put her soft warm hand on his 
shoulder. 

"You're a brave young man, David. I just love brave men!" she cooed, letting 
her hand graze his smooth cheek. "Just being here beside you makes my little 
cunt all warm and tingly! Do you have any idea what I want you to do for me, 
David?" she said, quickly planting a light kiss on his lips. 

"I... I don't know, Mrs. Watson ... I... " the boy stammered, his cock 
jerking. 

"Isnt there something we haven't tried yet, darling, something all men like 
to do?" she asked softly, watching the boy look down at his feet. 

"I... I guess ..." David struggled. 

"Do we both know what I mean?" she smiled, enjoying the way her student 
squirmed. 

"Do you really mean it, Mrs. Watson? Really?" the boy asked, disbelief in 
his husky voice. 

"Of course, darling. What good would you be to your girls if you didn't know 
all about... about fucking?" she said, tasting her dirty word on the tip of 
her tongue. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me, David?" she asked, her eyes 
blazing with uncontrollable lust. 

"Oh God, Mrs. Watson! What're you sayin'? You really mean it!?" the boy 
asked in a rasping voice. 

"I really mean it, darling. I want you to stick your dick all the way up my 
little pussy and fuck the piss out of me! I want that big beautiful cock 
buried between my legs, lover! I want it throbbing in my belly, darling! I 
want you to jab it in and out of me, David! I want you to get your rocks off 
by fucking me like a real man!" she said lustily, her lips wet, her voice 
low and sultry. 

"But... I,.. I don't know how to do that- " the boy struggled. 

"Ill teach you, darling! I want to teach you to fuck me! I want it more than 
anything in the world! Will you let me teach you all about fucking, David?" 
the hot-assed teacher asked, reaching down between her boy's legs and 
grabbing his swelling crotch. "Are you ready, lover? Are you ready to learn 
what sex is all about?" 

Laura knew from the way the boy jumped when she grabbed his cock and balls 
through his tight pants that he was indeed ready for anything she had in 
store for him. She felt the kid's throbbing cock swell suddenly when she 
grabbed the root of it and held it tightly. She heard his sharp intake of 
breath when she squeezed his tight young nuts through his Levi's. She could 
almost hear his young heart beating wildly in his chest as she held his 
genitals in a ball-busting grip. 

"Let me take your clothes off, David!" the hot-assed woman hissed, pressing 
up against the boy. 

David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had sort of expected 
Mrs. Watson to suck his dick again for him or let him lick her cunt again, 
or something like that. Now that she had expressed her intention to teach 
him to fuck her, he was feeling the same uncertainty thai he had felt the 
afternoon before when he had had his first taste of real sex in Mrs. 
Watson's classroom. 

He wondered if he could satisfy the beautiful woman. She was an older woman, 
after all, and had probably had lots of men fucking her. He knew she had two 
boys and had been married for a long time before her husband had been killed 
in an accident of some kind. How could she possibly be satisfied with him 
after having a grown-up fucker? 

He had a pretty good idea of how to fuck a woman, but how could he be sure 
that his idea was right? He hadn't had the opportunity to try It with a girl 
his own age yet. Sherry Billings had been afraid of it or something. He 
hadn't even had a chance to push it up against her cunt. And now Mrs. Watson 
was expecting him to fuck the piss out of her! He hoped she knew what she 
was doing. He got the impression that she did. 

Laura fell to her knees and attacked her young student's straining zipper, 
tugging it down in a flash. She pressed her face against his open fly, 
inhaling the youthful scent of his cock and balls. He wore no underwear. The 
horny woman could feel the boy's pubic hairs pressing against her cheek as 
she rubbed her lovely face against his groin. She reached up and unbuckled 
the kid's belt, unbuttoning his tight Levi's and letting them hang open. She 
could hear his belt buckle jingling as he moved until he was up against the 
blackboard. 

"Can't you stand still, David?" Laura smiled teasingly. "Am I hurting you?" 

Laura watched her student shake his head negatively, apparently unable to 
utter a word in his excitement. She reached out and put her warm hands on 
his thighs, holding him in a loving grip. She looked up and saw his throat 
contracting nervously. 

"I'm just going to suck your cock like I did yesterday, darling. We're in no 
hurry! You can fuck me when you're ready, David. But I don't want you to 
come in my mouth this time. I want you to stay big and hard and horny until 
I'm ready to let you into my cunt. Do you understand?" Laura smiled, 
reaching down the boy's pantleg and grasping the swollen root of his cock. 

"I understand, Mrs. Watson. But... my cock wants to shoot awful bad. It 
aches like hell down there!" the boy said, his body going stiff when the 
older woman grabbed the shaft of his dick. 

"I realize that, darling. I'll let you come in due time, lover. Wouldn't you 
like to come in my pussy?" she smiled, her cunt twitching beautifully 
between her long lovely legs. 

"Oh Jesus yeah! Would you really let me do that?" the boy said amazedly, his 
thick young cock jerking wildly at the thought of it. 

"Let you do it? Of course I'll let you do it! I want your cum shooting 
inside of me, David! I want it spraying against the insides of my cunt! But 
we have to go slowly at first, darling! I'll teach you how to make a woman 
happy!" the horny schoolteacher said wickedly, squeezing the kid's hard-on. 

After she had hardened the boy's dick by squeezing it until it felt like a 
length of iron pipe, Laura tugged his tight Levi's all the way down to his 
shoes. She watched the boy jump when his iron-hard dick snapped free of his 
pants and slapped up against his belly, splattering cock juice all over his 
shirt. She giggled and ran her silken hands up under his shirt, feeling his 
lean stomach and the hardness of his ribcage. She ran her fingers over his 
young chest and felt the hard points of his tiny nipples, felt his heart 
beating wildly in his excitement. 

The hot-assed older woman attacked the fourteen-year-old boy's shirt, 
unbuttoning it in no time and pulling it down over his shoulders. She told 
him to lean back against the blackboard and raise his feet, unlacing his 
shoes when he had obeyed her, pulling them off and tossing them over her 
shoulder with a flourish. When Laura had stripped the boy buck-naked, she 
reached out and grabbed his cock and gave it a few gentle pulls. 

"Would you like to take my clothes off now, lover boy?" she smiled, letting 
her pupil's cock jump from her loving hand. 

Without waiting for a reply, Laura turned her back on the boy and reached 
behind her to open the top of her zipper. She felt David's nervous fingers 
fumbling with the zipper of her dress. She felt wanton, wanton and hot as 
she kneeled there before the boy, letting him slowly expose the nape of her 
long neck. 

"Don't be nervous, darling boy. You're doing beautifully! Just go easy at 
it, darling. Ill be all naked in no time!" Laura said as she felt her dress 
opening in back. 

David was intoxicated by the scent of Mrs. Watson's perfume, intoxicated too 
by the sound of her voice, by the coolness of her attitude, by the easiness 
she brought to the most confusing and exciting experience of his life. He 
felt more at ease with her than he had with Sherry Billings. It was as if 
Mrs. Watson knew everything about fucking and knew exactly what to do to 
make him feel any way she wanted him to feel. He had nothing to fear from 
her, and yet there still remained just enough of his earlier nervousness to 
heighten all his senses. 

Laura wriggled out of her dress and reached around behind her to the 
fastener of her straining bra. 

"Will you help me with this, darling?" she asked sweetly. 

The horny woman shivered inside when she felt her boy fumbling with her bra 
strap. When he had undone it she stood up and faced him, her hands cupped 
over her bulging breasts, holding her bra in place. She had to give her tits 
to the naked, hard-cocked boy. 

"Would you like to see my titties, David?" she smiled, moving her tils just 
a bit, looking into his eyes deeply and mysteriously. 

David tried to answer but his voice failed him. 

"Put your hands over mine, darling," Laura breathed seductively. 

When Laura felt the boy's trembling hands covering her own she slipped her 
hands out from beneath his and left him holding her bra against her warm and 
swelling tits. She felt a shiver of lusty excitement rush through her. She 
looked into her boy's rapidly blinking eyes and saw a look of youthful 
passion that could only fan the fires of her own consuming sex-heat. 

"Now take your hands away for a second, David. Let my bra fall away. Let me 
be naked in your big strong hands!" the older woman said in a voice as sweet 
as honey. 

Laura heard the kid suck in his breath when her bra slipped from beneath his 
hands. She felt him hesitating for a moment, his hands poised just an inch 
or two away from the warm flesh of her beautiful tits. She noticed that he 
was unable to look her in the eye. 

"Don't be afraid, David. Put your hands on my tits," she said in a low 
whisper. "There!" she said, guiding his hands to the soft swellings of her 
tits and letting them rest there, "That feels wonderful, David! Does it feel 
good to you too?" she asked. 

"Jesus Christ! They're warm ... and ... soft ... and ..." the boy rasped, 
overcome with excitement. 

"Don't be afraid to move your hands on them, David. Don't be afraid to 
squeeze them a little. That's right, David! My God that feels good! Lift 
them, darling. See how heavy they are? Do you see how hard my nipples are 
getting? Feel my nipples! Touch them with your fingertips, David! Pinch them 
... gently ... gently. That's just right, lover! Scrape your fingernail over 
them just a bit! That's delicious! Do that again for me, darling! You're 
learning fast, David! You're already learning how to make me feel all hot 
and tingly inside!" Laura said seductively, seeing the glow of lust in the 
boy's blue eyes. 

David felt as if he had the greatest treasures in the world right there in 
his own two hands. He held her tits at first as if they were precious 
objects of worship, as if he were afraid of hurting them by squeezing them 
too roughly. When she asked him to squeeze them a bit he complied carefully, 
moving his fingers gently but firmly against the yielding flesh of her 
honey-colored tits. He was amazed at the sudden hardness of her nipples, 
amazed at the way the hard little points of gooseflesh stood out from her 
tits. He discovered quickly enough that she liked having him touch her hard 
nipples. He felt her shiver when he scraped his fingernails against her 
gposefleshed areolas. 

"Would you like to suck my tits, David?" Laura asked when she had let the 
boy fondle her globes for a while. 

"S-suck your ... you don't really m-mean it do you?" the boy gasped. 

"Why don't you find out if I mean it, dear boy? Go ahead and suck me, lover! 
Put your lips against my nipples. That's just right! Now kiss me there, 
David! Oh God yes! Kiss my tits! All over, darling! Kiss my tits all over! 
Lick the crevice between them too!" Laura said, feeling herself toppling 
into the bottomless pit of her lust for the boy. 

Laura threw back her shoulders and thrust out her naked tits as her handsome 
young student sucked and licked them. 

"Put my nipples in your mouth, darling! Don't be afraid! It makes me feel 
wonderfully excited! Suck them! Suck me! Suck me hard! Suck my tits just 
like a baby! Oh Christ, that feels good! Nibble at my nipples, David! Nibble 
them gently! Oh God! That's right! Pull at them with your teeth! It's 
beautiful, darling! You're learning so fast!" Laura cried softly, feeling 
wanton and seductive. 

While David sucked her hard nipples, making thrills shoot through her like 
electricity, Laura ran her warm eager hands up and down the boy's smooth 
sides, driving him wild inside. She let her hands find their way around 
behind him to the cheeks of his lean young ass. She squeezed his naked 
buttocks, pulling his asscheeks apart and running her long fingers up and 
down in the crack of his butt. She could feel his body quaking as he felt 
the new thrills of her exploring hands, could feel the muscles of his ass 
flexing against her hand. 

Laura couldn't resist crushing her tits up against the boy's chest, couldn't 
resist pressing her lips against his, couldn't resist sneaking her tongue 
into his mouth. She sucked at his young lips until he responded in kind. She 
felt his tongue moving in her mouth, moving farther and farther down her 
throat. It had been so long since she had felt a tongue in her throat, so 
long since she had felt the warmth of a striving male body against her. 

As she luxuriated in a deep French kiss with the boy, her hands sneaked 
around to the front of his naked body, finding his cock and grasping it hard 
and fast. She jerked the boy's cock up and down for a moment or two, 
masturbating him until she knew he could stand no more without shooting a 
wad of cum into the air. 

"I want to suck you now, David! I want your big thick cock in my mouth!" 
Laura hissed, falling to her knees before the trembling, hard-cocked young 
boy. "Do you want me to wrap my lips around your beautiful young cock and 
suck the piss out of you?" 

"Yeah, Mrs. Watson! Jeez yeah!" the boy said throatily. 

"Get ready for this, lover! Get ready for a good suck! And remember, David, 
I don't want you to come in my mouth! We'll come together, darling! We'll 
come together later! Do you understand?" she said, looking up at the 
blond-haired young boy with lust in her eyes. 

The boy nodded in reply and braced himself for the wild prick-tingling 
sensations that were about to shoot through his cock. He felt his cock 
dripping with juice, the way it always did when he was wildly excited. He 
felt his prick stiffen and stand straight up against his belly when Mrs. 
Watson's lips blew warm breath over the underside of his cockhead. He felt 
his lean young stomach go suddenly hard when he felt her luscious wet lips 
grazing the bulging purplish head of his naked dick. He felt like spurting 
into the air already, and she hadn't even started sucking his cock yet. 

Laura pressed her lips against the slippery underside of the boy's amazingly 
large cockhead. She pursed her lips and sucked some of his free-flowing 
lubricant into her pretty mouth. She felt lascivious beyond belief, kneeling 
there in her own classroom, stark naked and sucking the hard dick of one of 
her young students. It was like some wild dream of hers, some dream that had 
moistened her cunt and made her flash off in ecstasy. But it was no dream. 
It was as real as the hard dick of the boy who stood trembling before her. 
Overcome, with passion, unable to hold back another second, Laura wrapped 
her wet lips around David's prick and began sucking his thick cock with wild 
abandon. 

The hot-assed older woman reached between her naked kneeling legs and 
touched the dampening lips of her cunt, making her twat twitch with 
excitement. Her excitement seemed to grow in direct proportion to the amount 
of cock she sucked into her face. By the time she had gone down on the boy's 
rigid prick all the way to the root of it her cunt was steaming. 

The homy schoolteacher ran her tongue up and down the slippery shaft of the 
incredibly hot cock inside her mouth. She ducked her other hand between her 
legs and grabbed the lips of her pussy, playing with herself with both hands 
while she sucked her student's cock. She felt the boy responding powerfully 
to her oral stimulation, felt his body beginning to move against her. She 
felt him bucking" his lean young thighs against her face, very gently at 
first, as if he were afraid to assert himself. 

David's face-fucking movements grew more and more urgent as the tension deep 
in his nuts continued to build. He was scared half to death to do anything 
to hurt Mrs. Watson or make her unhappy, but the sensations in his dick and 
nuts drove him beyond fear. His natural inclination was to buck his ass 
harder and harder, shoving his thick young cock deeper and deeper into the 
woman's sucking face, and his natural instinct was bound to win out over his 
natural reluctance to participate freely in the wild activities Mrs. Watson 
had initiated. 

Laura thought she would choke on the thick plug of meat that filled her wet 
sucking throat. The boy moved his big tool in and out of her face with 
ever-increasing speed and urgency. She felt the big bulbous head of the hard 
cock banging against the back of her throat, felt the shaft sliding against 
her teeth. She wanted to let the boy have his fun, wanted him to do anything 
that came naturally to him now that he understood that anything went in 
their mind-bending sexual activities. 

"Oh shiti Mrs. Watson! I... I can't stand this! Oh crap! This is too much! I 
can't help it! I gotta do this to your face! I can't help it!" the boy cried 
as he rammed his big hard cock in and out of his teacher's lovely face. 

Always on the brink of choking on the boy's hard-on, Laura let him fuck her 
in the face until her cunt was dangerously close to the flash point and 
until his dripping dick was ready to erupt in her mouth..She had to have 
more, had to have his cock stuck in her twat, had to commit the ultimate act 
of depravity with the young teenager. 

Laura put her hands on the boy's stomach and pushed him away from her. She 
felt his impaled cock pulling out of her face, felt the turgid head of it 
catching on her teeth as it pulled out of her mouth. She smiled up at the 
hard-cocked boy and wrapped her fingers around the 
cock-juice-and-saliva-slickened shaft of his cock. With her free hand she 
held her student's tight young nuts. She could feel the incredibly affecting 
heat of his young balls spreading through her hand as she held his 
cum-filled eggs. 

"Are you ready now, David? Are you ready to put your cock in my cunt?" she 
asked in a voice smoldering with lust. 

"Gosh! You mean it? You really mean it?" David rasped, his dick jerking hot 
and hard in his math teacher's eager hand. 

"Come here, darling! I need you now!" Laura hissed, leading the young lad by 
his cock, leading him over to her desk. 

Laura sat on the edge of her desk and spread her naked legs obscenely. David 
was staring openly at her cunt now, staring at the dripping gash that she 
was so daringly displaying for him. She felt lewd, felt like a bitch in 
heat, felt beyond the rules of society. She would have her young student 
inside her cunt no matter how taboo the act. 

Laura let her long lovely legs hang over the edge of the desk, resting her 
feet on the floor. With a lusty smile she let go of David's cock and watched 
it snap up against his groin. 

"Put it between my legs, lover! Put that big cock between my cuntlips!" she 
hissed. "Don't be afraid, darling! Put it in me!" 

David's heart was beating hard and fast now, beating with the most intense 
excitement he had ever experienced^ He was about to fuck a woman, and not 
just any woman! He was about to stick his hard dick between the spread legs 
of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! He was about to stick his cock 
between the waiting legs of a woman old enough to be his mother! 

The stiff-dicked boy reached down between his legs and pushed his cock until 
it stuck straight out in front of him. He moved toward the woman slowly, 
hesitantly. She beckoned him to come closer. He obeyed, moving toward her 
until he felt the dripping head of his swollen prick touching the gaping 
lips of her cunt. He closed his eyes, afraid to^ look down at her cunt, 
afraid to look into her eyes.v 

Laura closed her eyes too, closed her eyes in the bliss of her abandoned 
lust. It was exactly what she had longed for for two years, exactly what she 
had dreamed of. She was about to be fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy, by a 
boy young enough to be her own son. When she felt the boy's hot throbbing 
cockhead against the open lips of her wet cunt, Laura almost died inside 
with excitement. 

"Put it in me, David! I don't care how young you are! I want it! I need you 
now! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me, David! Fuck your teacher! Fuck me 
hard!" she cried reaching between her legs and grasping the end of the boy's 
stiff cock, forcing it into her creamy cunt. 

David couldn't resist the wild urges that seethed within him. He had to bury 
his throbbing cock in her sucking twat, had to feel what it was like to fuck 
a woman, had to feel what it was like to have his young prick buried in a 
woman's most secret place. He summoned up all his courage and rammed his big 
hard-on into the woman's gaping pussy in one mighty thrust. 

Both the boy and the woman gasped in pleasure-pain when David banged his 
cock between Laura's spread legs. Laura hadn't expected the kid to jab his 
swollen cock into her sensitive snatch so roughly. David hadn't been 
prepared for the ball-busting sensations that surged through his genitals 
when the woman's cunt sucked hard against his impaled cock. 

David's burning rod felt better in Laura's wet cunt than she had imagined it 
would. The heat of his blood-engorged dick seared her insides, driving her 
wild with pleasure. She felt her pussy hair rubbing against the boy's groin 
as he rested quietly against her. She knew that he was afraid to move now 
that he had rammed his cock home, afraid to make a mistake now that he was 
deep inside her. She had to comfort him, had to make him realize that 
anything he did would feel wonderful to her now. 

"David, darling, that was beautiful! Beautiful! I love your dick inside me! 
You're even better inside me than I thought you'd be, darling!" the 
hot-assed schoolteacher hissed, steaming with lust. 

"Did ... did I hurt you?" David whispered, as if afraid to speak. 

"No, darling, you didn't hurt me! You mustn't worry about hurting me, dear! 
Ill tell you exactly what to do, David!" Laura said reassuringly, hardly 
able to control the urge to start gyrating her hips and grinding her sweet 
cunt against the boy's groin to increase the sensation in her twat. 

"Am ... am I doing all right?" David asked weakly. 

"I've never felt better in my life, David! Believe me, lover, you're doing 
perfectly! Why don't you move a bit, darling? Move your hips in a tight 
circle. Oh yes! Yes! That's delicious! I can feel your cock moving against 
the walls of my cunt! You're making my cunt bum, David! It's wonderful! How 
does your prick feel inside me? Do you like fucking a woman, lover? Do you 
like the way a cunt feels against your beautiful cock?" the woman asked, 
looking deep into the captivated boy's glittering eyes. 

"I... I didn't think it'd feel this good! Jesus Christ! Shit, Mrs. Watson! 
It's better than jackin' off or ... or even bein' sucked off!" the turned-on 
boy gasped, moving his cock around inside the woman's twat harder and 
harder, faster and faster. 

"Are you ready to come, David?" Laura asked when she felt the boy's body 
stiffen. 

"God yeah! I'm gonna do it! I can't help it! I gotta!" the fourteen-year-old 
boy rasped, feeling his nuts tightening. 

Laura knew how desperately the young boy wanted to shoot into her cunt. It 
was only natural that a boy so young would have trouble controlling himself. 
But she didn't dare let him squirt inside her yet, didn't dare let him blast 
his load into her until she was absolutely certain he could be driven to no 
greater heights by her mind-bending stimulation. 

"Don't shoot it, David! Stop! Don't move a muscle! I don't want you to come 
yet!" Laura said, trying to keep her cunt muscles from working against his 
impaled cock, trying to keep her hungry cunt from sucking the cum right out 
of him. 

David couldn't believe his ears, couldn't believe that she could possibly 
expect him to hold back his cum now that he was so wildly turned on. He felt 
her cunt relax somewhat, felt it freeing his swollen dick from its tight 
silken grip. He did what she told him, stopping his gyrating movements 
inside her, resting inside her until he received further instructions from 
his sex teacher. He wondered how much more she could turn him on before she 
let him come inside her. He didn't know how much more tension he could stand 
in his balls. 

"Move it in and out! Slowly, David, slowly!" she whispered after the boy had 
rested inside her for a few moments. "Very, very slowly!" 

David began moving back away from the luscious mind-boggling woman, drawing 
his cock ever-so-slowly out of her grasping cunt. He pulled his plug of 
young meat out of her twat until the head of it was about to snap out of her 
and slap up against his belly. 

Laura felt the boy's swollen cockhead about to pull free of her pussy and 
told him to push it in again all the way before it came out. She felt her 
naked body shiver with excitement when she felt him push his rod into her 
again. It had been so long since she had felt the stroking movement of a 
man's dick in her twat. She had almost forgotten how deliciously exciting 
the feeling could be. Now that she had a cock in her cunt again she felt 
free to abandon herself to the cunt-melting pleasures that only a stroking 
male cock could give her. She had two years of going without sex to make up 
for, and she was going to have a ball making up lost time. 

"Move it faster, David! Faster now! Don't be afraid! Fuck me faster! I want 
you to fuck me hard, darling! Do you like it? Does it make your balls ache 
as much as it makes my twat tingle?" Laura hissed. 

"Jesus, Mrs. Watson! It feels great! Great! I don't think I can take much 
more though! I'm gonna do it in a minute! I can't help it!" the boy said in 
a dry voice that revealed his intense excitement. 

"I want you to come in me, lover! You've held back long enough! We're both 
ready now, David! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast with that lovely cock of yours! 
I love you, darling! Shove that fourteen-year-old cock in and out of me! I 
want it pounding away inside my pussy! Fuck me! Harder! Faster! Dick me! 
Fuck the shit out of me! Make me come!" Laura cried, overcome with lust. 

David closed his eyes and began bucking against Mrs. Watson's tight twat. He 
could hear the wet slurping noises his dick made as it beat in and out of 
the woman's musky cunt. He could hear her little moans of pleasure, moans 
that he knew were real, moans that he knew he had forced to escaped her 
lips. Hearing the older woman responding powerfully to his fucking movements 
made the boy feel proud of himself in a way he had never felt before. He was 
fucking a thirty-six-year-old woman, a woman who had probably been fucked by 
lots of men, a woman who knew much more about fucking than he did. And he 
was satisfying her! He was making her cry with pleasure! The power of his 
newly proven masculinity made him dizzy with youthful pride. 

"Grab my tits, David! Squeeze them! I want to feel your big strong hands on 
my titties! Yes! Oh yessssss!" Laura cried. "I think I'm coming! Oh Jesus! 
I... I am! I'm coming! Shoot into me, David! Now! Now! Squirt your cum into 
my cunt! COME WITH ME!" she cried at the top of her voice. 

Young David felt his nuts tensing between his legs as they never had before. 
He knew that his orgasm would be the wildest of his life. He opened his 
mouth and cried out an unnaturally shrill cry as his tight balls blew up 
between his straining legs. He felt every muscle go hard as his orgasm tore 
through him like a tornado. He felt his heavy wad of youthful cum rising 
through his cock and blasting away inside the horny older woman's juicy 
snatch. The first shot of jism nearly made him pass out, the sensation was 
so powerful. His first blast of hot cum was followed by another and another 
and another, each more thrilling than the last. He thought he would never 
stop pumping his pent-up jism into his teacher's greedy cunt. 

Laura thought she would die of excitement when her rushing orgasm ripped 
through hsr naked body, making her quake and quiver all over. She raised her 
legs and wrapped them tightly around the boy's lean young waist, holding him 
to her as they climaxed together. Fucking the eager fourteen-year-old had 
made her cunt flash more wildly than ever before in her life. Not even in 
the arms of her husband had she felt such thrills. She thought she would 
never stop coming. She opened her mouth and cried out in the bliss of her 
orgasm. 

"Oh, David! David! It's so beautiful! Oh God I love you! Your cock! It feels 
so wonderful up my cunt! I... I've never felt like this, darling! I can't 
stop coming! Fill me up with your cum! Oh yes! 

Yes, David! Keep shooting it into me! Keep filling my belly with your cum! 
It feels so wet and thick! Jesus Christ, David! You're still coming! You're 
still shooting cum into me!" the horny schoolteacher hissed as she flashed 
and flashed and flashed again. 

"I can't stop doin' it either!" David gasped. "The stuff just keeps comin' 
out! It almost hurts!" the boy rasped as his balls pumped a never-ending 
supply of jism into the woman's sucking cunt. 

It seemed like hours before Laura felt her cunt relaxing, before she felt 
the last little shivers of excitement shoot through her pussy. She felt the 
last spurts of cum shooting through the head of David's prick and sighed 
softly. The boy fell against her and panted heavily. She kissed him on the 
lips and wrapped her long loving arms around his naked body, holding him to 
her in a loving caress. 

The feeling of relaxation that came over Laura was like nothing she had ever 
experienced. She felt fulfilled for the first time in years. She felt drawn 
toward David with a motherly passion that was similar to the confused 
feelings she had felt for her own sons. She had gives the boy his first 
taste of sex, a first taste that she knew would addict him to the pleasures 
of the flesh. She could tell by the warmth radiating from his resting body, 
by the softness of his breathing now that he had relaxed, by the look of 
peace that had spread over his face that the boy trusted her now, trusted 
her and needed her to guide him through the new world of fucking. 

Laura lay quietly beneath the boy's young body until she began to feel 
uncomfortable in her unnatural position draped over the top of her desk. 

"Did you enjoy yourself, David darling?" Laura breathed sweetly, holding the 
boy's cheeks in her hands. 

David groaned softly in reply. He could hardly bear to let his slowly 
softening cock slip out of her snatch, it felt so good inside her. 

"Let me suck the cum out of your cock, David," she smiled, longing for the 
taste of the boy's jism. 

David raised himself off her and put his hands on his hips, standing before 
her as if he had offered his dripping cock for a woman to suck a hundred 
times. Laura smiled warmly and fell to her knees, taking the boy's half-hard 
prick in her warm hands and raising it to her eager lips. She sucked the 
purplish head of his dick into her face and slurped away at him until she 
had sucked out every last drop of leftover cum. When the wild schoolteacher 
had finished sucking her student, she gave his young nuts a squeeze for good 
measure and tossed her long hair behind her shoulder with a smile. 

"Do you feel better now, David? Now that you know how to fuck a girl, I 
mean?" Laura asked. 

"Uh-huh ... but... uh ... can I do it again?" he asked, looking down at his 
dick. "I think it's gettin' hard again." 

"I think we should make a date for tomorrow evening, David. I wouldn't want 
to wear you out," she teased, reaching down and stroking the boy's hardening 
cock. 

"You won't wear me out, Mrs. Watson! Honest!" the boy said, feeling his nuts 
stirring between his strong legs. "I think I could fuck you all night!" 

"That would be just wonderful, David, but I have to go home and take care of 
my own, two sons. Besides, darling, tomorrow you'll be even hornier than you 
were today. You can fuck me again tomorrow, David. Now get dressed and run 
along!" she said, slipping into her clothes. 

Laura watched the slightly disappointed boy dressing before her. He showed 
no embarrassment about leaving his hard cock sticking out through his fly 
until he had laced up his shoes. His shyness had melted away in the heat of 
Laura's seductiveness. She knew that she would have many cunt-melting fucks 
with the boy in the future. 

"Let me zip you up, David!" she said, falling to her knees again before the 
boy and stuffing his cock into his tight pants. "I'll see you after school 
tomorrow, lover. And remember, you're sworn to secrecy!" 

"I'll remember, Mrs. Watson!" the boy said, leaving the room and flashing 
her a wicked grin over his shoulder. 

 Chapter Four 

"Mom, is something bothering you tonight?" Robert asked his mother as he sat 
down beside her on the sofa. 

"Bothering me? Oh no, Robert, not at all. I'm just feeling a bit out of 
sorts today. Nothing to worry about, darling," Laura said, putting her hand 
on Robert's knee and pressing it lovingly. "You look handsome in your new 
clothes, Robert!" she said as cheerily as possible under the circumstances, 
which, for Laura, were anything but cheerful. 

Something really was bothering Laura, although she could hardly tell her son 
about it. Laura's young lover was about to leave her, and she was in a 
dreadful turmoil. She had been engaging in all sorts of wild fucking 
activities with David for several weeks, enjoying each session after school 
more than the last. The boy had learned a lot in the weeks he had been under 
her expert tutelage. He was even coming up with wild ideas of his own, 
inventing positions that she hadn't even thought possible. And now he was 
leaving her forever. 

It had corneas a shock to David as well as to Laura. His parents had 
announced to him three days ago that his father had been transferred by his 
company to New York. They were leaving in a week, and there was nothing in 
the world that either David or Laura could do about it. 

Laura had tried to convince him that he would find girls his own age in New 
York who loved to fuck as much as he did, but he had been hard to convince. 
He had told her that he wanted only her and didn't care about girls his own 
age. She knew, however, that he would eventually find a girl of his own. In 
the meantime he would just have to be a man and break away from his sex 
teacher as they both had known he would have to someday. The break would be 
more difficult for Laura than for David. 

Laura was about to be plunged back into the sexless state that had made her 
life miserable for so long. It had been difficult enough to approach David 
with her taboo offer, of sex instruction. She knew perfectly well that she 
would never have had the nerve to approach him if he hadn't stumbled upon 
her during her pussy-diddling session. She doubted very much that she would 
ever have the nerve to initiate a new boy into her one-woman sex academy. 
How was she to satisfy herself now that her young lover was leaving her? How 
was she to find the fulfillment that she had found in the boy's love and 
devotion? Troublesome questions ran through her mind even as her son spoke 
to her. 

"I can stay home tonight if you don't feel good," she vaguely heard Robert 
say. 

"I thought you had a date with Denise Warren tonight, Robert,' Laura said, 
turning to her son and giving him all her attention, shaking her troubled 
thoughts from her mind. 

"I do, Mom, but I can call it off. It's no big thing. We were just goin' to 
a show. If you're sick or something..." the boy said concernedly, not used 
to seeing his vivacious mother in such a quiet state. 

"You got out with your girl friend, Robert. I'm perfectly all right. Really! 
Imagine standing your girl up because your mother isn't jumping around the 
house like a rabbit!" she laughed. 

"Okay, Mom!" Robert laughed, kissing her on the cheek and throwing on his 
jacket. "I'd better get goin' then. I've gotta pick Denise up at nine." 

"Have a good time, Robert!" she called after him as he bounded out the door. 

Laura knew that her son would have a good time all right. She supposed that 
he would spend the evening either fucking the piss out of little Denise or 
at least trying to get into her pretty pants. Laura couldn't imagine how 
Denise, or any other girl for , that matter, could possibly resist her 
handsome young son. He was exactly what any girl needed in a young man. And 
yet she suspected that Denise hadn't given in to him yet. Robert had been 
moody ever since he had started going out with the girl. Laura suspected 
that he was having his first major bout with young lust and that Denise 
simply hadn't been cooperative. 

Laura realized soon enough that she didn't dare think about fifteen-year-old 
Robert's sex life. Already her cunt had started to come alive with sensation 
as she considered what things her son might have done to win his girl. Her 
horny mind flashed with images of her son's activities with pretty Denise. 
She saw him feeling her leg, raising her dress with his hot hand, moving his 
fingers up along her thigh to the crotch of her panties. She saw him taking 
her hand in his and dropping it on his swollen crotch, saw him making her 
feel the hard bulge of his big fifteen-year-old prick. She saw the girl 
protesting, trying to draw her hand away from his lap. She saw Robert's hand 
sneaking around her back to fumble with the back of her blouse, saw the girl 
wriggling free of his grasp. 

Laura was filled with a sudden dislike for Denise. What right had she to 
cause her son such frustration when she should have been attacking his pants 
to get at his cock with the eagerness of a bitch in heat? It was no wonder 
that the boy had been behaving so oddly lately. Laura wondered how many 
times he had had to masturbate after an unsuccessful session with the little 
tease. 

The horny woman felt like slapping herself. She was having such depraved 
thoughts, seeing such nasty images of her son. Her cunt was gaining control 
of her better judgment again. She knew her intense horniness on this 
particular evening was the result of her having been deprived of the sex she 
craved for the past two days. David's parents had made it known that they 
expected him to help with the preparations for the big move. He had been 
ordered in no uncertain terms to be home immediately after school every day 
until the family left for New York. Laura wished desperately that she could 
find some way of bringing the boy and herself into contact one last time for 
a final night of hot fucking, a night that she knew he wouldn't soon forget. 
She had to try for a last fuck with the boy. In the meantime her cunt was 
itching terribly, itching for a hot cock just like David's. 

Laura's lovely face flushed slightly when she realized that there was just 
such a cock in the house. There was in the house a boy who was every bit as 
handsome and potentially fuck-loving as David. It was true that the boy 
wasn't skilled in the art of fucking, but then neither had David been at 
first. Laura knew how bad it was for a mother to have such thoughts of her 
fourteen-year-old son, but she had them nonetheless, and they made her cunt 
tingle wildly. 

The memory of her experience with Marty only a few weeks ago still made her 
pussy warm deep inside every time she relived it. She still remembered 
vividly the intense excitement she had felt when she had held her 
jism-covered panties in her hand and had realized that it was her son's warm 
cum she had found there. She still remembered the strangely moving feeling 
that had come over her when she had realized that he had beaten off after 
catching her in the nasty act of masturbating on the edge of her bed. She 
still remembered too the frightening and yet warming feeling that had come 
over her that evening when she had realized that it was only a matter of 
time until she would have to approach her sons with the offer of sex with 
their mother. 

She had almost put that realization from her mind during the weeks she had 
been indulging her lust with David. Now that the boy was about to leave her, 
however, the idea of sex with her innocent young son seemed an enticing if 
somewhat frightening possibility once again. As she sat there considering 
the possibility of approaching the boy whose body and soul were hers for the 
taking her cunt began to steam with lusty excitement. 

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While Laura was struggling with what remained of her conscience, her 
fifteen-year-old son was struggling with that of his pretty girl friend. A 
really rotten movie was playing at the local theater, which was exactly why 
Robert had asked Denise out with him to see it. The old Rialto had a huge 
balcony left over from the days when the good people of Masonville turned 
out in droves to watch the latest Hollywood epic, and on nights when a real 
stinker was playing it was always fairly empty. It would be a lot easier, 
Robert thought, to cop a feel in the shadows on such a night. Unfortunately 
for Robert, copping a feel was easier said than done, at least with Denise. 
/ 

It wasn't that Denise didn't want to let Robert get his hands into her 
pants. She wanted sex just as much as any other girl as warm and responsive 
as she was by nature. She wanted to feel Robert's warm hand on her leg, 
wanted to feel it moving up along her thigh toward her quivering cunt. She 
wanted to feel the boy's strong arms around her, wanted to feel loved and 
needed. She wanted to let him take her, wanted to let him put his cock 
inside her. But she had been taught by her rather old-fashioned parents that 
things like that were dirty, and, although she knew better deep down inside, 
it was awfully hard for her to cast off years of moral teaching in a few 
short days. 

Robert didn't have such a generous view of Denise's coolness toward him. He 
thought she was deliberately holding back her favors, either to tease the 
shit out of him or to make him feel miserable. He was really new at making 
out, never having had the nerve to try anything with a girl before. He could 
have taken Arlene Hamilton out and fucked her any old time. Arlene had been 
hanging on him for a long time, practically begging for a date. She was 
pretty enough, all right. In fact, Arlene was sexy as hell. But it was well 
known that she would do just about anything, and with just about anybody. 
She would let a guy fuck her out in the woods if he wanted to. Sometimes she 
would even beg a guy for it. Half the guys in the ninth grade had fucked her 
already, and the other half claimed to have had their cocks sucked by her. 
He could have taken his first piece from the horny little bitch any old 
time, and that was just the problem. Robert had wanted something better, a 
real girl, a girl who was something more than just a cunt between two legs. 
Denise was just such a girl, and none of the other girls in school could 
compare with her, either in beauty or intelligence. She was just the prize 
he wanted to win. He only wished she wouldn't make winning her"so damn hard. 

Robert had had a constant hard-on ever since he had set his sights on her, a 
hard-on that only softened for a while after he jacked off, which he had 
found himself doing a lot lately. He realized when Denise lightly but 
insistently brushed his hand away from her knee that tonight would probably 
be another frustration. When he put his hand back in place she shrugged as 
if to tell him that his other arm was not welcome around her shoulder. It 
was only a short distance from her soft warm shoulder to the swelling of her 
tit. If only she would let him touch her there, even for a second. He kept 
his arm wrapped around her and squeezed her knee through her dress in spite 
of her resistance. Already his dick was jerking between his legs. 

"Don't, Robert. Please. Don't," Denise said weakly. 

Robert couldn't bring himself to take his hand off her knee now. Instead, he 
moved his hand up her leg just a bit, raising her dress at the same time. He 
could feel her trembling slightly beneath his hand. It was the first time he 
had even managed to keep his hand on her long enough to maker her tremble. 
Her reaction to him was at least encouraging. He thought he was getting 
somewhere with her when she tried again to push his hand away, this time 
with greater urgency. 

"Robert! Please! I don't want you to!" Denise whispered intensely. 

"I'm not doin' anything, Denise! Come on!" Robert said in an equally serious 
whisper. 

"But I can't let you do that! I'm not supposed to, Robert!" the pretty girl 
protested, her voice full of tension. 

"What's wrong with it, Denise? I've just got my hand on your knee! Can't I 
touch you or anything? Don't you like me?" Robert asked, taking his hand 
away from the young girl's leg. 

"I like you, Robert... you know that... but 

... I... I'm not supposed to let anybody touch me like that... not until 
I... until I get married ..." Denise said, her voice falling until it was 
barely audible. 

"Until you get married?" Robert gasped, unable to believe his ears. "You 
gotta be kiddin'! Until you get married!?" . 

The embarrassed fifteen-year-old girl turned away from her would-be boy 
friend and felt like crying. She knew how stupid her attitude was, knew how 
she was making Robert suffer for nothing, but she still felt she had to 
preserve her virginity, for the sake of her parents if not for her own. 

"Nobody waits until they're married any more, Denise!" he said amazedly. 

"Robert. . . you make me feel like a ... like a freak or something!" Denise 
said in a strained voice, obviously on the brink of tears. "I don't have to 
be like all the other girls, do I?" 

"But I just want to touch you, Denise! What's wrong with that? I'm not 
askin' you to do the stuff the other girls do! You're special, Denise! Don't 
you understand?" Robert said, trying desperately to tell her what she really 
meant to him. 

"Then you don't think I'm ... strange or something?" she asked. "Because I 
don't... don't do it all the time?" 

"Shit no, Denise! Jesus Christ! I... I wouldn't want a girl like that! I 
mean it! No shit! Girls like Arlene Hamilton are nothin'! You ... well... 
you're... I don't know... just kinda like a princess!" the boy stumbled, 
taking Denise's trembling hand in his. 

Robert felt a surge of warmth rush through him when he noticed that for the 
first time since he had started dating Denise she hadn't tried to pull her 
hand away when he had taken it. 

Denise felt a warmth inside her too when she heard Robert's comforting 
words. The sound of his voice was more than comforting. There was something 
about the tone that told her that he was really serious, that he really saw 
her as someone special, that he didn't think of her as some kind of weirdo 
just because she didn't let boys use her any way they wanted. She was 
beginning to feel close to him now, and it was the first time she had ever 
felt close to anyone. 

The boy and the girl sat in silence for a while, sat with downcast eyes, 
hardly hearing the sound of the movie in the background, totally unaware of 
the presence of a handful of people in the shadows. At length, Robert turned 
to her and put his hand on her cheek, gently turning her face toward him. He 
noticed tears in her eyes and brushed them away with his finger. 

"Ill take you home if you want me to," Robert said softly. 

Denise shook her head and managed to smile. 

Robert almost pissed when she took his hand from her cheek and dropped it to 
her knee. He couldn't believe it. He felt a shiver shoot through him when he 
felt the warmth of her body agamst his palm. 

"You really ... really mean it?" the boy asked nervously in a rasping voice, 
his eyes glittering with youthful lust mingled with disbelief. 

"I. . . I.. . I really shouldn't, Robert.. . " the lovely blonde-haired girl 
said with a frightened half-smile. 

"Oh shit, Denise!" Robert gasped, overcome with emotion. 

Was she really giving in to him? Was she really going to let him do the 
things he had dreamed of doing to her? He grabbed her and hugged her close 
to him in a rush of emotion, a rush shared by both of them. It wasn't long, 
however, before Robert's feeling of deep relief subsided. He began to 
realize that he wasn't quite prepared to go very far with his half-formed 
plan of seduction. He had been so concerned with getting Denise to accept 
his harmless caresses that he had failed to consider exactly what he would 
do next if she ever let him get as far as he had now. 

The boy remained motionless for a long time, his warm hand resting where the 
pretty girl had dropped it. He knew that he would have to do something soon 
or lose the only opportunity he had had so far. He didn't want her to think 
he was afraid now that she had softened toward him, but he was afraid, more 
afraid than he had ever been in his life, afraid of doing the wrong thing 
and ruining the only chance he had had to get close to her. He had to do 
something! In an almost convulsive movement he closed his eyes and ran his 
nervous hand all the way to her thigh, rucking up her dress and making her 
leg shiver. 

"I. .. I... Jesus Christ, Denise! I'm sorry ... " Robert whispered tensely, 
feeling the girl's naked leg trembling beneath his hand. 

Robert knew that Denise felt like jumping up and running home without 
looking back. She couldn't have expected him to be so bold moments after she 
had given him the first tentative go-ahead for his manual explorations. He 
wished he could put his hand back on her warm knee and proceed more slowly 
and carefully with his longed-for explorations, but his hand was firmly 
planted on her upper leg now and he could hardly start over again. 

"I didn't mean to ... to go so . . . so fast..." the boy said, his voice as 
dry as cotton. 

Denise made a soft gurgling sound deep in her throat and swallowed 
nervously. She had never felt so strange in her life. No one had ever 
touched her there, no one at all, and certainly not a boy. She would never 
have let any other boy touch her there, never in all the world. But Robert 
was a special boy and the warmth she felt for him made her put aside her 
parents' prudish teachings and the fear she felt. 

She felt her young body coming alive as never before. The warmth of the 
boy's eager hand seemed to spread throughout her body, bringing her to new 
and exciting life. Her cunt began to stir between her shivering legs, began 
to respond powerfully to the boy who sat next to her with his hand on her 
thigh. Her heart began to beat hard and fast. She could feel tuggings and 
tinglings inside her that she had never felt before. 

Robert's cock was rock-hard and he was horny beyond belief. His youthful 
prick jerked hot and stiff between his tense legs as he sat next to the girl 
of his dreams. He had never had his hand on a girl's leg before and the 
sensation was driving him wild inside. His fingers were so close to the 
crotch of her panties, so incredibly close that he could probably touch her 
there by moving his fingers only the slightest bit. 

He wanted desperately to let his hand descend between her trembling young 
legs, between the legs he had dreamed about during his wildest jack-off 
sessions. He wanted to feel the soft material of her panties against his 
fingers just as he had in his dreams. He wanted to feel the heat of her cunt 
through the flimsy material of her undergarment. He wanted to feel her 
responding to his explorations between her legs. 

Denise couldn't just sit there and let Robert suffer. She knew what happened 
to boys' cocks when they got excited. She had gotten excited enough herself 
to know how frustrating it was. She would never have considered doing 
anything to ease a boy's frustration unless the boy had done something to 
her deep down inside. Other boys had taken her out on dates and tried to get 
fresh. She had told them in no uncertain terms that she wasn't in the least 
bit interested in that sort of thing. Ralph Crawley had even had the nerve 
to ask her to put her hand on his "thing", but of course she had refused. 
Her feeling for Robert was quite different, however. 

"Robert. . . ?" the girl asked timidly 

"Yes?" the boy said in a barely audible whisper. "You want me to . . . take 
my hand off your .. . off your leg?" he asked nervously. 

"No ... I... I like it there," Denise whispered. 

Robert thought his heart would jump out of his mouth when he heard her say 
that she liked his hand right where it was. He thought he would never hear 
her say a thing like that. 

"Do you want me to ... to... " Denise stumbled. 

"To what?" Robert rasped. "To touch your ... your 'thing'?" the beautiful 
blonde said weakly. 

"Oh Godf My... my dick? You... really wanna?" Robert gasped, unable to 
believe his ears. Robert's wildest dreams were coming true right there in 
the balcony of the Rialto. She was actually asking him if he wanted her to 
touch his cock! He couldn't believe it! A girl was actually going to feel 
his cock, and what a girl too! 

"I really want to, Robert. I... I don't know why..." Denise smiled. "I don't 
know why, Robert, but I trust you." 

Robert's entire body went suddenly tense. He sat there nervously waiting for 
his lovely girl friend to put her warm hand on his bulging dick. Every nerve 
in his body seemed to be sending shocks of electricity through his balls and 
cock. He had never been so homy in his life. He waited and waited for her to 
drop her hand into his lap but eventually realized that she was waiting for 
him to do something first. 

Nervously, hardly breathing, Robert took her hand in his and guided it 
between his tense legs. He dropped her hand onto his lap and sucked in his 
breath when he felt the incredibly affecting warmth of her hand on his 
jerking cock. He thought he would cream his jeans even if she didn't move 
her fingers over his aching rod. He pressed her hand gently, forcing it hard 
against the long thick plug of flesh that extended down his pantleg. Denise 
felt her heart skip a beat when her hand closed over the shaft of her boy 
friend's prick. She had never thought a boy's cock would be so hot and hard 
when it got excited. It felt huge beneath his pants, almost frighteningly 
huge. She wondered how her hand felt on the boy's cock. She supposed that 
his prick tingled and twitched as much as her cunt did. If so, she knew, 
Robert had to be going crazy with excitement. She squeezed the shaft of his 
prick and felt the hard thing jerk beneath her fingers. 

"Am I doing it right, Robert?" Denise asked softly, kneading the bulging 
shaft of her boy friend's cock. 

"Jesus yeah!" Robert rasped, his balls aching like crazy in his pants. 

"It doesn't hurt does it?" Denise asked hesitantly. 

"Shit no! It feels great, Denise! Jesus! Keep squeezin' it! Squeeze my 
fuckin' dick!" Robert gasped much too loudly in the heat of his youthful 
lust. 

"Robert ..." Denise whispered. "Be ... be quiet.. .you're ... they might 
hear us!" she said cautiously. 

"Go-damn, Denise! I.. . I can't help it! You're drivin' me nuts! Your hand 
feels great on my ... on my cock! It's really wild!" Robert said excitedly, 
his voice low but still intense. "You're far out!" 

"Have you...have you done this before?" Denise asked, almost afraid to hear 
his answer. 

"Have I done it before? Uh . .. well..." Robert struggled, not knowing 
exactly what to say to the lovely girl. 

Robert didn't know whether to admit that he was as new to sex as Denise was 
or to pretend that he knew what he was doing. It would hurt his masculine 
pride to admit that he was a virgin himself. But it might hurt his chances 
with Denise to claim experience with sex. 

"Robert? Have you?" the pretty girl asked, still squeezing her boy's cock in 
a nervous but loving grip. 

"Uh... well... I... sure ... I mean ... uh ... all the guys have!" the boy 
lied, his masculine pride refusing to allow him to admit his inexperience. 

"I thought I was the first," Denise said softly, looking down at her lap, 
her hand remaining on the bulge of Robert's pulsating cock but relaxing its 
grip just a bit. 

"Come on, Denise, don't say it that way. I didn't mean ... well... you ... 
you're really the first. Honest Denise! I've never done this before!" Robert 
said, desperate to extricate himself from the position his masculine pride 
had gotten him into. 

Denise took her hand off Robert's bulging prick and put it over the hand 
that still remained motionless on her thigh. Robert could tell from the way 
she touched him that she expected him to take his hand off her naked leg. He 
almost died inside when he realized that his chances of getting the feel he 
longed for were ruined now. The horny boy reluctantly took his warm hand off 
her trembling thigh and waited for her next reaction. She pressed her 
luscious legs together and turned away from him, not saying a word for a 
long time. 

Denise's sudden coolness toward Robert had no cooling effect on his dick. 
His youthful cock still jerked hot and hard against the material of his 
pants. A spot of sticky moisture was beginning to form at the end of his 
cock as his lubricant began to soak through his tight pants. His bails ached 
like hell between his nervous legs. His cock and balls longed to be released 
from their confinement in his pants, longed too to be released from the 
tension that Denise had inspired in them. She couldn't just turn away from 
him and leave him in such a painful state. It wasn't right. 

Denise wasn't actually as cool toward the handsome young boy as she appeared 
to be. Her cunt still twitched and tingled wildly with lust. She had almost 
died when he had taken his hand away from her thigh, had almost died even 
though she had more or less told him to take his hand off her. She still 
longed to let him feel her dampening crotch, longed to feel his fingers 
against her pussy, longed to feel his arms around her, longed to feel the 
warmth of his hard young body against her. She longed for him, but she 
couldn't let him have her now, now that he had admitted that there were 
other girls, now that he had tried to lie to her too. Even though she still 
loved him she dared not make herself feel cheap by giving him what he 
wanted, by giving him what -she had been taught to prize most. 

"What're you doin', Denise? You're the first! Honest to God! I just made 
that stuff up about doin' stuff with other girls! Why the hell won't you 
believe me?" Robert said desperately, his cock jerking hard in his pants. 

"How can I believe you now, Robert?" Denise whispered sadly. "You ... you 
lied to me!" 

"I had to, Denise! I didn't want you to think I didn't know about... about 
this sex stuff! You're the first girl I've ever even touched! Jesus, Denise! 
Why don't you believe me?" the boy pleaded. 

"I can't believe you now, Robert. I... I'll have to think all this over, 
that's all. I'll think it over, Robert. Will you take me home now?" she said 
softly. 

"Take you home? Shit, Denise! I can't go home like this! My ... my goddamn 
cock's as hard as a rock!" the horny boy blurted too loudly, catching the 
attention of one of the few people in the shadows of the balcony. 

"Robert! Don't talk like that! It's awful! Everyone can hear!" the pretty 
blonde said in a hushed voice. 

"Okay, okay! But what can I do about my "dick? You made me that way, you 
know!" the boy said, feeling frustrated and just a bit angry with her. 

"I know Robert. I... I'm that way too..'.. " the horny girl said, her voice 
trailing off as if she had admitted something she would rather have kept to 
herself. 

"You're that way too? You mean you're horny too? Jesus Christ! If you're 
horny too why don't we go ahead? I mean ... shit, Denise ... if you really 
want it too why can't you let me-" 

"No, Robert! No! I can't! Not now! I need time! It's a big step for a girl! 
You just don't understand these things!" Denise pleaded. 

"We can't do much here anyway! I don't know what you're so scared of! I just 
wanna touch you!" Robert said, his voice rising again. "You hate me all of a 
sudden or somethin'?" 

"I don't hate you, Robert! I really don't! Why don't you believe me?" the 
confused gill almost cried. 

"Then why don't you do something for me, Denise? I can't stand havin' a hard 
cock! You don't know how that feels for a guy. My dick's hurtin' like hell!" 
Robert said, rubbing the bulge of his aching rod. 

The horny fifteen-year-old was feeling bolder now. His sexual sensations 
were overcoming his natural shyness with the girl of his dreams. He felt 
himself going wild inside as his balls tensed more and more by the second. 
He had to get his rocks off the best way he could. If only he could persuade 
Denise to cooperate. 

"I... I ean't do anything to help you, Robert! Can I?" Denise said weakly, 
staring at the throbbing bulge of his cock. 

"Uh ... sure ... sure you can! You can rub it for me. Can't you?" Robert 
said, squeezing his cock through his pants, hoping that he could persuade 
her to take his dick out and beat him off in the shadows. Just the thought 
of it made his heart race in his chest. 

"I guess I can .... " Denise said softly. "Are you sure it's right?" she 
added, her soft warm hand poised over his crotch. 

"It's all right, Denise! Jesus Christ yeah! Do it! Rub it for me! Make me 
squirt the stuff! Then my diekll get soft and it won't hurt so bad!" the boy 
said nervously. 

"All right, Robert. I'll do it, just this once," the lovely girl said, 
letting her hand fall once again on the hard rod of his dick. 

Robert almost jumped out of his seat when he felt the girl's hand on his 
aching hard-on. He felt as if his cock would tear a hole in his pants when 
she started slowly moving her hand back and forth over the long bulge of it. 
He couldn't help groaning with pleasure as wild sensations shot through his 
tense young nuts. 

"Does...does it hurt?" Denise asked in a barely audible whisper. 

"Oh shit no! Go ahead and do it! It feels - it feels great!" the boy moaned. 

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, staring wild-eyed between Robert's spread 
legs. 

"Oh yeah! Yeah! It's wild! I feel like my nuts are gonna blow up in a 
minute!" the boy said in a loud voice full of tension and lust. 

Denise looked around her in the shadows and bent to her task with new 
eagerness. She loved the feeling of her boy friend's hard hot cock even 
though she still felt that he had treated her badly. Shivers of excitement 
ran up between her legs, making her twat run with cunt-honey as she grew 
hotter and hotter. She desperately wanted to feel Robert's hand against the 
lips of her tingling twat, but she couldn't let him touch her now. She just 
couldn't! 

"I gotta get it out! I can't stand it any more, Denise! I gotta take it out! 
I gotta get it outa my pants right now!" the hard-cocked boy rasped, 
reaching down between his tense legs and tearing down his tightly stretched 
zipper. 

Boldly, more boldly than he had ever done anything before, the horny 
fifteen-year-old reached down into his pants and managed with the greatest 
of difficulty to pull out his aching hard-on. The big thick cock bobbed up 
against the buckle of his belt and jerked wildly. He stared at his own hard 
prick. He had never seen it so big and thick before. It was as if Denise had 
made the thing grow an inch just by feeling it through his pants. 

Denise stared at her boy. friend's naked hard-on too. She had never in her 
life seen such a tiling. She had always wondered what a boy's cock looked 
like. Since she had no brothers around the house to sneak a peek at she had 
had to use her imagination. Now that she was actually staring at a boy's 
huge hard-on she found it hard to believe that it could be so big. She 
couldn't resist reaching down after her initial shock had subsided and 
grabbing the bulging head of the youthful prick. She felt her fingers 
slipping and sliding over the dripping head of Robert's cock. She felt him 
wriggle in his seat every time she touched the sensitive ridge of it. "Does 
it hurt?" she asked innocently. Robert could only groan in reply. He began 
bucking his ass, forcing his dick up into the air, forcing it against 
Denise's palm. 

"Wrap your fingers around it!" he gasped. 

When she obeyed, Robert continued bucking his ass and moving his cock up and 
down in the beautiful girl's warm silken fist. He had never felt anything as 
wild in his young life. His nuts felt like two hand grenades ready to go off 
between his legs. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off his 
ejaculation much longer. He didn't know what to do about his impending 
orgasm. Did he dare shoot the stuff into Denise's hand? He was afraid that a 
handful of cum might turn her off, and he didn't need that. He closed his 
eyes and tried to forget about the mess he was about to make in his girl 
friend's hand. He was going too wild to worry about anything now. 

"I shouldn't be doing this! I really shouldn't!" Denise said hesitantly, 
squeezing the shaft of Robert's dripping cock. "It's nasty! I shouldn't!" 

"Sure you should, Denise! You gotta do it! I can't stand it! You gotta let 
me squirt in your hand! You gotta do it!" the boy growled deep in his 
throat. 

Denise kept beating him off while he bucked his cock up and down in her 
fist. Her hand was dripping wet with his flowing lubricant. His big juicy 
cock made wet slurping sounds as it beat in and out of her warm fist. She 
loved the feeling of his cock jerking away inside her fist, loved the 
feeling as she had never loved a feeling before. 

She wanted to bend over it and kiss the big hard thing, although she knew 
that she didn't dare act on her desires. She wanted to grab her boy friend's 
dick with both hands and beat him off while she sucked his dripping cockhead 
in and out of her mouth. She was torn between giving in to her deep desires 
and listening to her conscience, the conscience that told her that she 
didn't dare do such dirty things for a boy, not even Robert. She was about 
to disobey her conscience and her parents' moral teachings when something 
happened that shocked her back to her senses. 

Robert didn't know what exactly made his hand run up under Denise's dress 
and clamp over the damp nest of her virgin cunt. His hand had shot up 
between the girl's trembling legs in a sudden involuntary movement that 
shocked Robert as much as it shocked Denise. The boy was so wildly turned on 
and she was so incredibly close to him that he couldn't resist feeling the 
hot secret place between her legs. A bit too roughly, Robert began pinching 
and squeezing her cunt through her panties, making the frightened girl 
writhe in her seat. 

"Robert! Leave me alone! Don't!" the frightened girl gasped when she felt 
the boy's fingers moving roughly against the barely concealed lips of her 
steamy cunt. 

It was just what she had longed to feel between her legs, Robert's warm and 
eager hand, but it was too much too soon. She clamped her legs together and 
took her hand off his naked jerking dick. 

"What's the matter, Denise! What're you doin'? Keep jackin' me off! Keep 
movin' your hand! I'm gonna come in a minute! Keep beatin' me off!" Robert 
rasped, his cock as hot as a poker between his legs. 

"No! Leave me alone! I... I'm not ready for this yet! I'm leaving, Robert! I 
can't let you do things like this to me! It's not right! It's not!" Denise 
cried, jumping up and running down the aisle. 

"For crap's sake, Denise! You can't! Jesus 

Christ! My dick's achin'! Come back! I won't even touch you! Swear to God!" 
the boy almost shouted, jumping up and following her down the aisle. 

Robert almost pissed when he looked around him and realized that there were 
more people in the balcony than he had thought. When he realized that he was 
running down the aisle in front of all those people with a hard-on that 
stuck up through his gaping fly he thought his heart would stop beating. 
Still running after the girl he wanted so badly, Robert tried desperately to 
force his aching juice-slickened cock back into his tight pants. With his 
usual teenage awkwardness, the. boy suddenly found himself sailing through 
the air and landing on his face, having tripped over his own legs. The pain 
he felt when he landed on his arching hard-on made the thing soften 
sufficiently to tuck it back in his pants before he bounded toward the 
lobby. 

"What's the matter, Robert?" he heard Hal Waters, a buddy of his, call from 
the shadows. "Denise runnih' out on ya? Want me to have a little man-to-boy 
talk with ya, kid? Looks like you could use some pointers on how to make it 
with the girls!" Hal laughed, his arm around Ellen Sanders. 

"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" Robert shouted back. 

When he reached the door of the theater and ran outside, Denise was nowhere 
in sight. ttt 

While Robert was standing outside the lobby of the Rialto suffering with the 
ache of unfulfilled lust, Robert's lovely mother was drowning in a sea of 
dark sexual desires. She sat in the living room for a long time worrying 
about her departing young lover and the miserable existence she would lead 
when he left her. The more she considered the possibility of approaching 
young Marty as a replacement for David, the more delicious the possibility 
became. Before too long, Laura's cunt was wet with drew and dying for 
stimulation. She thought of dipping her fingers between her legs and playing 
with the steamy lips of her musky twat, but somehow masturbation didn't 
appeal to her now that she had tasted the joys of sex with young David. 
There was only one way to satisfy herself now. 

By the time Laura had made her way to the foot of the stairs she had made up 
her horny mind. She had to approach her fourteen-year-old son, had to have 
his nice young cock for her depraved pleasure, had to possess him body and 
soul, had to feel the nervous eagerness of his young hands on her body. It 
would be even better than it had been with David. Marty was her own son, and 
the act she was about to commit was the ultimate in taboo depravity. She was 
about to plunge into an act of incest with her youngest son. Her mind swam 
with images of lusty sex as she stealthily climbed the stairs to her son's 
bedroom. 

She somehow found it hard to believe that she was really standing on the 
brink of incest. Her heart raced as she stood outside Marty's closed door. 
She summoned up her courage and was about to open the door and confront him 
with her lewd suggestion when she heard a sound coming from his room. 
Something made her fall to her knees and peep through the keyhole. What she 
saw made her heart stop. 

Fourteen-year-old Marty was sitting on the edge of his bed stark naked, his 
big young cock sticking straight up from his lap. He was masturbating with 
wild abandon, his fist flying up and down over his rigid dick. Laura almost 
fainted with passion. She had never seen Marty hard before. His cock was 
even more beautiful than she had imagined it in its erect state, a perfect 
copy of her late husband's cock. She found it hard to believe that she was 
actually in a position to watch her son play with himself. She remembered 
finding her panties wet with cum several weeks before. Perhaps Marty jacked 
off every day. Perhaps he was as horny as she was. Perhaps horniness ran in 
the family. The hot-assed woman was lightheaded with lust. 

Laura reached between her legs and began scratching at the crotch of her 
panties, driving herself wild. Her fingers soon found their way beneath the 
waistband of the flimsy garment. Before long the lacy thing was down around 
her knees, her steaming cunt exposed. She wrigjled out of her panties and 
began rubbing the silky garment against the damp nest of her twat. Thrills 
shot through her cunt as she stimulated herself while watching her boy beat 
his stiff cock. 

Laura noticed that her son was feeding his horny imagination by looking at 
what appeared to be dirty pictures in a magazine. The boy leafed through the 
magazine slowly, staring at the pages carefully while he beat his hand up 
and down the glistening shaft of his cock. The nasty thing her son was doing 
to himself would have shocked and disgusted Laura only weeks before. Now 
that she had plunged head first into the whirlpool of her own depraved 
lusts, however, she could accept anything and everything. 

Laura couldn't let Marty waste his time masturbating when he could have real 
flesh-and-blood sex with her. She would give him a taste of real fucking, a 
taste that would surely stimulate his youthful appetite. When her eager cunt 
was dripping with hot honey, Laura gathered up her musky panties and stood 
up, throwing her son's door open and confronting the boy with the boldness 
of a bitch in heat. 

Laura felt sorry for Marty when she saw his reaction to her sudden 
appearance. He went suddenly as stiff as a board and jumped out of bed, 
standing before her and staring wildly into , her glittering eyes. She 
watched his young cock snap up against his lean young belly and splatter 
juice all over him. She knew how wildly excited he was, knew that he would 
be unable to resist her, no matter how depraved her offer of sex. 

"May I ask what you're doing, Marty dear?" she smiled down at her son. 

"Oh Christ! Mom! Mom! I... I... oh shit!" the boy gasped, swallowing hard. 

Laura saw her son moving to pick up his pants. 

When he bent down to pick them off the floor she moved toward him and put 
her hand on his naked shoulder. 

"No, Marty! No! I want you the way you are!" the horny mother said, 
squeezing her son's bare shoulder. 

"What? I... I'm... uh... naked!" the boy gasped, still struggling to pull on 
his pants. 

"I want to see you naked, darling! Drop those pants, Marty! Do as your 
mother says!" she said firmly. 

Marty did as he was told. He had no idea why she wanted to see him like 
that, but he did get the feeling that something wild was about to happen to 
him. He was so scared that his jism almost came shooting out of his cock all 
by itself. It was bad enough that she had caught him beating off, but now 
that she wanted to see him naked and hard it was too much for him to take. 

"Come on, Mom, let me put my pants on!" the boy pleaded, trying to hide his 
swollen cock with his hands. 

"Marty, I told you I want to look at you!" Laura smiled, reaching down and 
taking the boy's hands away from his arching hard-on. "There! That's more 
like it, darling!" 

"Jeez, Mom! What're you doin'? You can't! I.... I'm .. .I'm stiff.. .you 
can't..." the boy gasped, his young face flushing with embarrassment. 

"You certainly are stiff, Marty! Let me look at you! My goodness, Marty! Do 
you get this way often?" she smiled, filled with a strange enjoyment as she 
watched her fourteen-year-old boy squirming before her. 

"Come on, Mom! Let me get my pants on!" the boy begged, his dick jerking hot 
and hard between his shaking legs. 

"Don't be silly, darling! If you do things like that all the time you should 
expect to be caught in the act eventually! Sit down and we'll talk about 
it!" the horny woman said, pushing lier son backward. 

"I... I don't wanna talk about it, Mom! Gosh, Mom! I... we ... we can't talk 
about that!" Marty gasped, falling on the edge of his bed. 

"Of course we can talk about it!" Laura smiled, trying to keep her cool even 
under the influence of her growing heat. "We must talk about it! Let me look 
at you, darling!" she said,.staring at her son's wildly excited cock. 

Marty still couldn't believe what was happening to him. It was like the 
crazy wet-dreams he had been having lately. His mother was standing beside 
his bed staring down between his legs at the biggest hard-on he had ever 
had. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was right there 
in his room! Droplets of lubricant dripped from the head of his throbbing 
cock as his excitement continued to grow under his mother's powerful 
influence. He had half-expected her to kill him when she had burst in on 
him. It was terrible to be caught doing such a dirty thing by a guy's 
mother. But she didn't seem to be turned off at all. In fact, she seemed to 
be enjoying everything, seemed to be getting a big kick out of looking at 
his rigid dick. 

"Do you do this sort of thing often, darling?" Laura asked her son, looking 
straight into his frightened eyes and forcing him to answer her. 

"Gosh, Mom! Don't ask me that! Don't, Mom!" the boy pleaded. 

"Nonsense, Marty! Answer your mother! Do you ... play with your little 
hard-on often?" she asked, thrilling to the sound of her own voice as she 
confronted her hard-cocked young son. "Come to think of it, Marty, it's not 
a 'little' hard-on after all! Do you play with your big hard-on often?" 

"Jesus, Mom, I don't play with it! Honest, Mom!" Marty gasped, unable to 
believe she was asking him such a personal question. 

"You were playing with it when I came in, darling. In fact, Marty, you were 
playing with it before I came in! I watched you through the keyhole, Marty! 
Do you play with it often?" she asked with a sexy smile. "The truth now, 
Marty!" "Oh shit, Mom! I... I guess I play with it sometimes! I can't help 
it! It aches awful bad when it gets like that!" Marty whined. 

"No wonder it gets like that, darling! Those dirty pictures are enough to 
make any boy's cock stand up!" Laura smiled, glancing down at the glossy 
magazine lying on her son's bed. 

Marty sucked in his breath and tried desperately to hide the open magazine 
under his sheet when it dawned on him that his little secret was out. He 
almost tore the object of his masturbation fantasy in his haste. 

"That's not necessary now, Marty," Laura sang, taking the book from the 
boy's hands and looking through it. "Where on earth did you get this little 
gem? Such pictures!" 

"I... I... I found it, Mom! I was gonna throw it away! Honest! Let me put my 
pants on, Mom!" the boy pleaded. 

"I don't believe it, darling. I suppose one of your friends gave it to you. 
Maybe Robert gave it to you. I won't press the issue," she smiled, ignoring 
the boy's plea to let him put on his clothes. "I suppose this magazine is 
good for you in a way, dear." 

"G-good for me?" Marty asked weakly. "Yes, son, good for you. You could 
learn a few things from a book like this. Too bad I can't give all the boys 
and girls in my classes at schoal one of these. Just look at these nasty 
pictures!" Laura smiled wickedly, turning the pages and sitting next to her 
naked fourteen-year-old on the edge of his bed. 

Marty almost pissed when he felt his bed move. She was actually looking at 
that dirty magazine that Robert had given him, looking at it and seeming to 
enjoy the pictures she found in it. He could feel the soft material of his 
mother's dress against his naked legs as she snuggled next to him. He tried 
to move away from her but she put her arm around him and hugged him even 
closer. He was so scared and excited that he could hardly breathe. What was 
she doing to him? Didn't she know she was making his cock harder and harder 
by the second, making his balls ache? He tried to wriggle free of her loving 
grasp, not because he felt uncomfortable in her embrace but because it felt 
too good, too good to be right. 

"Don't be afraid, Marty. I won't bite. At least I won't bite like she is!" 
she smiled wickedly, pointing to a picture in the magazine depicting an act 
of oral sex. "That does look like fun, doesn't it, Marty? See how that 
pretty woman is sucking that man's cock? Doesn't that make you hot, darling? 
Doesn't it just make your nuts ache?" she whispered intensely. 

"Gosh, Mom! Don't! Please don't talk that way! You're___you're makin' me ... 
makin' me ..." the boy stumbled, writhing with uncontrollable excitement. 

"Homy? Am I making you homy, Marty? I should think these pretty pictures 
would make you that way all by themselves! Just look at them, darling! 
Here's a picture of a pretty girl sucking a man's big hairy cock! And here's 
a picture of a girl having her pussy sucked! And here's a pictures of a girl 
riding a boy's prick like a pony!" Laura said wickedly, leafing through the 
magazine that she had placed on her son's leg. 

Laura noticed that Marty was looking at the pictures she pointed to out of 
the corner of his eye. 

"You know, Marty, you should learn all of these things if you're going to 
satisfy girls when you get a little older," the boy's pretty mother smiled 
sweetly. 

"Sh-should I?" the boy asked in a dry voice. 

"Of course, Marty. A boy like you should learn everything there is to know 
about fucking! Just look at that big juicy cock of yours, lover!" she said 
wickedly, pointing down between her son's lap at his hard-on. 

"Mom, don't! Come on! That's awful embarrassing!" Marty pleaded. 

"Don't be silly, Marty! I'm your mother after all! You don't need to be 
embarrassed with me! I've seen you naked before, haven't I?" she asked 
warmly, a trace of lust in her pretty voice. 

"B-but... not like... like this!" Marty struggled, pointing nervously 
between his tense young legs. 

"I've seen men with hard-ons before, darling! Your daddy for instance! You 
have a big cock just like him you know! You'll make all the girls happy 
someday, Marty! Have you tried anything with a girl yet, dear?" she asked, 
her eyes glittering. 

"Tried anything? Jesus Christ, Mom! Don't!" the nervous boy gasped. 

"Have you tried to fuck a girl yet, dear?" the hot-assed woman asked, 
staring at her son's rampant cock, a cock that showed no sign of 
diminishing. 

"Gosh no, Mom!" Marty answered, turning away from his mind-boggling mother. 

"Have you gotten a girl to suck it for you?" she asked, her lips wet. 

"Uh-uh," the boy replied, wishing his mother would stop questioning him 
about such personal things. 

"Have you persuaded a girl to play with your big beautiful dick yet, Marty?" 
she smiled, her cunt steaming with lust. 

Marty shook his head weakly and looked down at his jerking dick. It jerked 
even more when his lovely mother reached down to his lap and wrapped her 
long soft fingers around it. 

Laura thought her cunt would burst into flames when she summoned all her 
courage and grabbed fourteen-year-old Marty's throbbing, rock-hard cock. She 
thrilled to the sound of the gasp of shock mingled with intense sexual 
pleasure that escaped the boy's trembling lips. His cock felt hot in her 
hand, incredibly hot and hard. She felt the blood pounding through his cock, 
felt the bulging head of his young dick swelling more and more as she held 
him tightly in a loving grip. He was her son and she was holding his dick in 
her hand! She almost fainted with excitement. 

"Don't be afraid, Marty. Don't be afraid," she sang softly, comfortingly. "I 
only want to make you feel good. Do you understand?" 

"I... I guess..." the boy said in a barely audible voice. 

"Your cock feels wonderful in my hand, Marty! It's so huge! It feels even 
bigger than it looks, darling! It fills my whole hand! You seem to have 
inherited your father's cock, darling! But yours is even harder, even harder 
than your father's! It must hurt terribly when it gets this big and hard! 
Let me make it feel better for you, Marty!" Laura breathed seductively, her 
hand motionless on her son's cock. 

"How, Mom?" the boy gasped, hardly able to breathe, his excitement growing 
by the second. 

"You know how, darling. I thought I might finish the job you started, Marty. 
It's the least I can do after interrupting you," she smiled. 

"But, Mom! I... I wasn't doing anything! Honest!" the boy begged, his body 
stiff all over, stiff with fear and excitement. 

"Of course you were, darling! You were jacking off in my bedroom the other 
day! Don't you remember that little incident? Of course you do!" 

Laura smiled at her horny son when he looked down ashamedly. "You caught 
me... masturbating in my room. You were so excited that you had to jack off 
as soon as I left the room to find your pants. You shot your cum into my 
panties, Marty. What a thing to do! Shooting your spunk into your mother's 
panties!" she said wickedly, watching her embarrassed son squirm. 

"I couldn't help it, Mom! I mean... gosh, Mom! I... I saw you ... doing ... 
doing ... that. I couldn't help it!" Marty pleaded. 

"Yes, of course, darling! You saw me playing with my pussy and you got 
horny! Isn't that right, darling?" she asked. 

Marty nodded weakly and looked into his mother's glittering eyes, eyes 
blazing with lust. The frightened and excited boy trembled when he felt her 
hand moving ever-so-slowly up and down the slippery shaft of his cock. He 
wished that she would stop doing that to him, and at the same time he wished 
she would never stop. 

"You haven't been walking around the house naked since you caught me playing 
with my twat, darling. Isn't that because you get a hard-on every time you 
think about that evening, Marty?" she asked insistently. 

"Uh-huh," Marty whispered. "Do I excite you, Marty? Do I make your dick get 
stiff? Do I make your nice young balls ache?" she smiled, squeezing her 
fourteen-year-old's cock. "Yeah, Mom! I can't help it! Every time I think 
about you doin' that in your room ..." the boy tried to explain. 

"Don't be ashamed, darling! Your mother understands! You need an outlet for 
your sexual energies, Marty! It just so happens that I also need an outlet 
for mine. That's why I was diddling my cunt in my room that day. I've been 
without a man for a long time, you know. I haven't had a big hard dick to 
play with ever since your father died. You're so much like John in many 
ways," she said, a faraway look in her lovely eyes. "Let me do some of the 
things for you that I used to do for your daddy, Marty. Let me show you what 
fun sex can be." 

"Gosh, Mom! I... I don't know ..." the boy stumbled. "It's not... not 
right... is it... ?" 

"We mustn't tell anyone, Marty. A mother isn't supposed to teach her son 
these things. But we don't care about such minor details, do we, darling? I 
can tell by the hardness of your cock that you like the idea! Isn't that 
right?" Laura smiled, a look of unbridled lust on her lovely face. 

"I... I guess it's all right... if you say so ... but... I... I'm kinda ... 
kinda ..." the boy rasped, his voice dry and tense. 

"Afraid?" Laura asked softly, looking boldly into her son's glittering young 
eyes. "That's to be expected. I think you'll learn to love the things I can 
do for you, son! Just lie back and relax, Marty. Let your mother treat you 
to an orgasm you'll never forget!" Laura said, feeling wanton and bold 
beyond belief. "Lie on your back and let me play with your cock and balls, 
darling!" 

"Are you sure it's all right, Mom?" Marty asked tensely, falling onto his 
back. 

"Trust me, lover. I wouldn't hurt you for all the world, Son," she 
whispered. 

When the fourteen-year-old boy fell onto his back, Laura fell to her knees 
at the edge of the bed and took her hand off the boy's arching hard-on. He 
held his nervous legs tightly together, as if to protect his balls from her 
explorations. Longing to look the boy over, she put her hands on his knees 
and spread his legs as far apart as she could. Laura's eyes widened when 
they feasted on the sight of her young son's smooth balls. They nestled 
between his legs soft and heavy, tempting her to take them in her warm 
hands. Unable to resist the temptation to fondle her son's swollen nuts, 
Laura reached between his widespread legs and grabbed his youthful balls. 

Laura felt her son's body jerk when she took hold of his sensitive nuts. She 
kneaded the warm balls of heavy flesh for a while, knowing that she was 
giving her son the greatest pleasure imaginable. She watched his lean young 
body writhing in his bed as she stimulated him in a way no mother dared 
stimulate her son. When she thought the boy couldn't stand another second of 
her eager fondling without shooting his rocks off, Laura took her hands off 
his nuts and began stroking his smooth young legs, thrilling to the feel of 
his warm flesh. 

"Did you like that, Marty? Did you like the way my hands felt on your 
balls?" Laura asked, feeling wild and lascivious. 

Marty could only moan his positive reply. He had never felt anything as 
exciting in his young life. When his mother touched him there he almost shot 
off right into the air. He fought hard to keep his cum in his nuts. The 
things his mother was doing were nasty beyond belief. He was lightheaded 
with the dirtiness of it all. His own mother was playing with his cock and 
balls, offering him his first taste of fucking. He thought he would piss 
when he felt his bed move again. 

"If you like that, Marty, I'm sure you'll like this even more!" she said, 
crawling into bed with her horny young son. 

"Wh-what're you doin\ Mom?" the boy asked excitedly. 

"I'm going to do something for you that most boys don't have done for them 
at your age, darling! I'm going to suck your prick! Doesn't that make your 
cock jerk, lover?" she hissed, positioning herself on her knees over her 
son's midsection. 

"Oh God, Mom! Are ..... are you really gonna do that?" Marty gasped. "I... I 
mean ... gosh, Mom ... you're my... my mother!" 

"If it feels good, Marty," she smiled, bending down over her son's throbbing 
hard-on. "Brace yourself!" she said as she poised her lips an inch or two 
away from the head of his dick. 

Laura closed her eyes and pressed her sweet lips against the dripping head 
of her son's rampant cock. She felt the boy's young rod swell to even 
greater proportions when her lips touched his sensitive cockhead. She 
grasped his jerking cock with two fingers at the base and held it straight 
up from his crotch. Abandoning herself to the urgings of her lust, Laura 
opened her lovely mouth and took her teenage son's dripping cockhead into 
it. She felt her son's body go stiff. His legs started flailing. 

"Oh God! Mom! Mom!" the boy groaned. 

"I told you to brace yourself! You're really going to enjoy this! I haven't 
even started yet!" Laura said, removing her mouth from the boy's dick only 
long enough to reassure him of the pleasures yet to come. "Your cock is 
delicious, Marty! It tastes as good as your father's! I really must have 
more!" she said, licking her lips and plunging down on Marty's dick with a 
passion. 

Laura was beside herself with lust now. Her pussy flowed with cunt honey. 
Her belly trembled. Her legs shivered beneath her dress. She was slightly 
dizzy with excitement, dizzy with the sense of ultimate lewdness at the_ 
wild things she was doing to her fourteen-year-old son. She licked and 
sucked at the swollen head of Marty's cock, running her tongue around the 
underside of his bulging cockhead, running it up and down the slippery shaft 
of his cock. She took his prick deep into her throat, deeper and deeper 
until she could feel his dark pubic hair against her lips. 

Laura felt her son arching his back, raising himself off the bed, forcing 
his stiff cock into her sucking face. She grabbed his cum-filled balls once 
again and kneaded them in her warm hands, squeezing them together and making 
his hard young body jerk with each eager squeeze. The more she sucked the 
boy's dripping dick the more he responded to her stimulation. He began 
bucking his ass lightly, driving his prick in and out of his mother's face, 
slowly at first but with ever-increasing speed and urgency. 

Marty didn't know whether he should do anything himself or not. He felt the 
urge to make his cock go in and out of her mouth, and he started doing it 
almost unconsciously. When he realized that she wasn't objecting to the 
in-and-out motion of his big hard-on, he began bucking his ass harder and 
harder, face-fucking his hot-assed mother with a passion. 

The sensations that ran through Marty's young nuts were incredibly 
affecting. He felt shocks running from the head of his big hard cock all the 
way to his nuts, felt tinglings in the swollen head of the organ, tinglings 
that drove him mad with excitement. Almost as wildly exciting as the 
sensations in his body was the feeling of nastiness that his mother's act 
engendered in him. It was like the feeling he got when he stole some small 
item from a department store, only far more exciting. He trembled all over. 
His throat went dry. His mind swam with a crazy-wild mixture of fear and 
lust. 

Laura felt her son warming to her, felt his body getting used to the 
maddening sensations she inspired in him. She felt his fear decreasing, felt 
his young lust increasing the more she worked on his throbbing cock. She 
began bobbing her head up and down over his youthful prick, matching the 
bucking movements of his ass. She felt his satiny cockhead banging hard and 
fast against the back of her throat, almost making her choke with each 
thrust. She worked her throat against the impaled shaft of his prick, 
squeezing it inside her, milking what seemed like gallons of salty lubricant 
out of it. Her sucking throat was soon slippery with the boy's juices. His 
cock made slurping sounds as it banged in and out of her face. 

"Oh, Mom! Mom! Keep doin' that to me! Oh God! I... I can't help it, Mom! I 
gotta do it! I gotta squirt! Should I shoot it in your mouth?" the wildly 
excited boy gasped, feeling his balls tensing just before the explosion that 
he knew was about to rack his frame. 

"Are you ready to come, Marty?" she asked when she had pulled her face off 
her son's dripping cock. 

"Oh yeah, Mom! I can't hold it back!"hegasped, his nuts ready to blow up and 
squirt their cum into the air, or into his mother's mouth. 

"Close your eyes, darling! Close your eyes and try to keep calm for a 
minute! I want you to save your cum for later! I haven't started with you 
yet, little lover! Close your eyes and I'll show you what sucking is all 
about!" Marty's hot-assed mother hissed. 

Marty managed somehow to keep his cum in his balls, but only with the 
greatest difficulty. He knew that his cock would shoot off if his mother so 
much as touched it. He felt the bed move and realized that she was getting 
up. Was she leaving? Would she do that to him? Would she leave him lying 
there and aching something awful deep in his balls? 

When Marty felt the bed move again and opened his eyes he saw a sight that 
made his heart skip a beat. His mother was naked! She was kneeling beside 
him on his bed without a stitch of clothing. He didn't dare look at her at 
first. He turned his head and tried to drive her from his mind. She was 
incredibly beautiful, far more beautiful than the woman in his dirty 
magazine, far more beautiful than the women in his wet dreams. 

Marty's head swam with confusing questions of right and wrong. He still 
couldn't believe that his own mother would do such nasty things to him. He 
might have jumped out of bed and tried to escape her if his cock and balls 
were not aching and tingling so badly, longing for stimulation and release. 
He had to get his rocks off, no matter how wrong it all was, no matter what 
the consequences might be. 

"Poor boy, poor boy," Laura soothed. "I suppose this is a terrible shock for 
you, isn't it, darling?" 

"Yeah! I don't know ... what to do ..." the boy struggled, still unable to 
face his naked mother. 

"Do whatever feels comfortable, darling! Anything you and I do together is 
all right as long as no one else finds out about it. And no one needs to 
find out about it! Don't you see how safe it is, lover? This is our home 
after all, Marty. And you're my son. Who would suspect that we love to fuck 
each other?" the hot-assed mother said reassuringly. "You do like what I've 
been doing to you, don't you?" 

"Gosh yeah! It... it feels great!" Marty admitted, turning to face her 
again, the glimmer of young lust in his eyes. 

"Do you like my body, Marty?" she smiled, lifting her tits and offering 
herself for her fourteen-year-old boy's inspection. 

Marty could hardly speak, could hardly put his lust into words. He muttered 
something that was almost inaudible in reply to her. He could tell that she 
was staring at his jerking dick. It suddenly dawned on the boy that she was 
as hot and homy as he was. She had to be feeling something between her legs 
just as he was, had to be burning up inside. He knew just how right his 
sudden realization was when his lovely mother swung her long legs over his 
tense young body and straddled him, her full womanly ass facing him, her 
back bent, her face over his cock and balls. 

"Do you like my pussy, Marty. Few boys your age get the opportunity to 
examine their mothers' pussies. Do you like what you see?" she asked, 
reaching behind her and spreading the cheeks of her pretty ass. 

Laura knew that the boy had a full and unavoidable view of her dripping 
snatch. She knew that he could see the pink inner flesh of her pussy as her 
pouting cuntlips hung open. She felt lascivious beyond belief, lascivious 
and willing to do anything and everything to satisfy her depraved inner 
urges. She longed to feel his hands on the gaping lips of her cunt, longed 
to feel him touching her where no boy dared to touch his mother. "Would you 
like to feel me, Marty?" she asked after he had had a chance to look into 
her cunt for a while. "Would you like to feel your mother's cunt?" 

She heard the boy make a deep guttural sound and moved backward just a bit, 
moved backward and crouched over his face until her wet musky cunt was only 
one or two inches away from the boy's eager lips. She kept her hungry eye on 
the boy's hard-on, watching it bob and jerk wildly between his legs. 

Marty had never seen anything so exciting in his life. He had always wanted 
to see a woman's cunt up close. And now he was seeing a cunt up close, 
closer than he had ever dreamed of seeing one. It would have been exciting 
enough to see any woman's pussy, but he was seeing his mother's pussy and 
the excitement was almost too much for him to bear. 

The scent of his mother's wet cunt was driving him wild, driving him wilder 
and wilder the closer she moved toward him. He wanted to reach out and feel 
the secret part of her that she was so wantonly offering him, wanted to see 
if her pussy was as soft and smooth as it looked. He heard her asking him if 
he wanted to feel her there but couldn't believe his ears. 

"Touch my cunt, Marty! I want you to feel my cunt! I want it! Touch me! 
Don't be afraid!" she hissed, going wild inside. 

The boy reached out his hand and let it fall on his mother's upper leg, let 
it move slowly but steadily up along the back of her leg until his fingers 
were only an inch or two from her freely offered cunt. 

Laura thought her heart would stop beating when she felt her son's fingers 
touching her pussy. Her cunt tingled, twitched, trembled with lust. She felt 
rivers running inside her, felt the fluids of her lust flowing in the heat 
of her cunt-melting passion. 

She couldn't stifle a weak little cry of delight when she felt her son's 
fingers on the tuft of hair that showed between her legs. She cried softly 
again when his trembling fingers touched the hanging lips of her sweet cunt, 
making the resilient flesh of her pussy lips jiggle slightly. Her naked twat 
was alive with sensation as she presented it to her horny young boy. She had 
to feel his young lips against the lips of her cunt, had to feel her son 
kissing and licking the wet lips of her pussy. There would be plenty of time 
for exploration later. She needed an orgasm now and needed it desperately. 

"Kiss me there, Marty! Kiss my cunt!" Laura hissed, her twat on fire with 
uncontrollable lust. 

"K-kiss you ... kiss you there?" Marty gasped. "Are you sure you want me 
to?" 

"I want it more than anything in the world! Kiss my cunt! Now, Marty! Make 
my cunt tingle!" she breathed seductively, lowering her gaping cunt over her 
son's handsome young face. 

Marty couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had dreamed of being 
close to a woman's cunt, had even dreamed of kissing a woman between her 
legs. He had even seen pictures of guys doing that to women in his dirty 
magazine. But he had never really thought that he would ever get to do that, 
and certainly not with his own mother. But it was real, real and 
inescapable. She was actually asking, almost begging him to suck her cunt 
just the way the guys in the magazine sucked their women's cunts. He didn't 
know whether he could do it right, but he was more than willing to give it a 
try. 

Laura seethed inside when the jiggling lips of her cunt came into contact 
with her son's face. She felt his warm tender lips touch the lips of her wet 
twat and trembled from head to toe. It was even more beautiful than she had 
imagined it would be, even more exciting, even more sexually stimulating. 
Her fourteen-year-old son was actually pressing his eager lips against her 
musky cunt, lips that had only kissed her lightly on the cheeks before, lips 
that had never touched a woman's twat before. 

Marty was overcome by the delicious scent and taste of his mother's cunt. 
The tongue-tingling taste of her pussy drove him wild. He puckered his lips 
and kissed the pressing flesh of her cunt as she lowered it against his 
face. 

"Stick out your tongue and lick my cunt, Marty! Lick it all around! Make me 
hot and wild, darling! Lick me!" Laura hissed, beginning to move her twat 
against her son's face. 

Marty complied eagerly with his mother's suggestion, sticking out his tongue 
and flicking it blindly all over the sensitive flesh of her gaping cunt. He 
ran his nervous but eager tongue over the ragged lips of her twat, feeling 
the heat of her cunt against his exploring tongue. He felt his mother moving 
her twat against his face, grinding her sex-flesh against his lips and chin. 

"Stick your tongue right up my cunt, Son! Stick your tongue up your mother's 
pussy! Fuck me with your tongue, Marty! Use it like a big hard dick in my 
cunt! Don't be afraid! I want your tongue between the lips of my pussy!" she 
hissed, grinding her wet snatch against her son's handsome young face. 

When Laura felt her son's tongue slipping in between her seething cuntlips, 
she began gyrating her pelvis with a passion. Marty's tongue felt like a 
thousand fingers working away inside her sucking twat. She heard the wet 
sucking sounds her son's mouth made as he sucked her free-flowing cunt 
juice. She felt the boy's nose against her gash, felt his smooth cheeks 
against the sides of her satiny inner legs. She clamped her luscious legs 
against the boy's face and almost suffocated him with her musky cunt, 
grinding her pussy against him until she heard him gasping for breath. 

"Brace yourself, darling! I'm going to suck your dick while you're sucking 
my cunt, Marty! Doesn't that sound delicious? We're both going to come at 
the same time, lover! I want you to shoot your jism right down my throat! Do 
you like that idea, Son?" she hissed at her fourteen-year-old boy. 

"You really mean it, Mom? Right down your throat?" Marty asked, amazed. 

"Gallons of it, Marty! Gallons of thick rich cum right down my throat! Don't 
be afraid, darling! Shoot it whenever you feel like it!" she sang 
seductively, lowering her head closer and closer to her boy's aching staff. 

Laura stared at the juice-covered shaft of her son's stiff dick for a moment 
or two, thrilling to the hardness of it, thrilling to the incredible length 
and thickness of the young tool, thrilling to the purplish color of the 
slippery head of it. She had to have it, had to have her son's cock 
throbbing away in her face, had to suck the cum out of his balls, had to 
feel his body go stiff as his nuts exploded into her mouth. She was dying 
for a raging climax, dying to feel the flash of her orgasm. She felt her 
son's tongue still buried in her snatch, buried there but motionless as she 
poised her lips over the bulging shaft of his cock. 

"Now!" she cried. "Lick and suck me! Make me come! Quickly!" 

Laura plunged down onto her son's rigid cock and sucked the thing deep into 
her throat. She began bobbing up and down on it almost immediately, driving 
the boy mad with excitement. She knew he couldn't possibly hold back his 
ball-busting orgasm now even if he wanted to. She felt his tongue working 
inside her seething cunt, felt the muscles of her pussy working against the 
boy's impaled tongue as if it were a dick inside her. She knew she was about 
to flash off in the most ecstatic orgasm of her life, an orgasm inspired by 
her own young son. 

"Suck me, Marty! Lick my clit! Harder! Harder, darling! Lick the cunt juice 
right out of me! Make me flash! Oh God! God! It's so wonderful! My own son 
licking my cunt! I love it! I love you, Marty! Oh Jesus! It's so beautiful! 
Your tongue is so good in my cunt!" she cried. "Do you like the taste of my 
cunt, Marty?" 

"Yeah, Mom! It's real great!" Marty gurgled as he continued to eat his 
mother out. 

Laura swallowed her son's dick again and began bobbing, sucking and licking 
all at once, bringing him closer and closer to a nut-busting orgasm. When 
she felt his cock stiffen suddenly and snap up against the roof of her 
sucking mouth, the hot-assed mother held her breath and closed her lovely 
eyes, preparing herself for the throatful of cum that she knew would soon 
pour into her. At just the moment she felt her son's hard-on tensing for his 
ejaculation, she felt her own pussy-racking orgasm beginning to surge 
through her cunt. 

Laura moaned deep down inside when she felt her cunt flash off wildly, more 
wildly than ever before. She thought she would never stop flashing with 
sexual lightning, lightning that melted her cunt and made her groan with 
pleasure. She clamped her legs around her son's face and held him fast in a 
loving grip, held his face tightly against her flashing cunt. 

Marty was one knot of tension now, his legs tense all the way to his young 
nuts. When he felt his balls blowing up between his legs he arched his back 
off the bed and jammed his rigid cock right down his mother's throat as far 
as it would go. He knew exactly what was about to happen to him and he hoped 
his mother really wanted what she was about to get. When he felt the charge 
of sexual electricity flashing hotly deep in his balls he gasped with 
pleasure. When he felt his jism blasting hard and fast through the stiff 
pipe of his cock, the boy cried out loud, gasping and grunting with a 
passion to match that of his hot-assed mother. 

Laura felt her throat contracting in an effort to swallow the hot cum that 
her horny fourteen-year-old son shot into her sucking face. Blast after hot 
blast of thick jism shot against the back of her throat, threatening to 
strangle the woman with its volume. The taste of Marty's virgin cum thrilled 
her deep down inside, and the taste made her hunger for more of the same, 
made her realize that she would never be satisfied with anything less 
exciting than her own young son, made her realize that from that moment on 
she would have to satisfy her hunger for her son's cock, no matter how 
depraved her lust. 

The not-assed mother sucked Marty's copious cum deep into her throat, 
enjoying each hot hard blast more than the last. She sucked her boy's cock 
hard and fast until it began to soften a bit in her mouth. She sucked until 
the last drop of his cum had left his swollen balls. She heard the boy 
whimpering softly, felt his young body softening beneath her. She too felt 
her body relax suddenly, drained of energy for a time. She fell on her son, 
planting wet kisses on his legs, panting softly, luxuriating in the 
incredibly satisfying peace that came over her after her wild flashing 
climax. She knew that young Marty was feeling much the same sense of peace 
and calm after his ball-racking orgasm. 

The mother and the son shared the bliss of their shared orgasm, shared it in 
perfect harmony. Marty kissed his mother's dripping cunt, kissed her private 
place lovingly, as if in an effort to repay her for the wild feeling she had 
given him. Their hands played lightly over each other's bodies, caressing 
each other gently in the quiet rest of their post-orgasmic state. 

Laura kissed the half-hard length of her son's dick, tasted the tiny droplet 
of cum that oozed from his cockhead when she ran her thumb up the length of 
his young prick. She caressed the boy's big prick, unable to resist 
comparing his cock to that of his father's. She shivered inside when she 
considered the fact that John's cock had shot into her face just the way his 
son's had, shivered when she remembered kissing John's cock after a wild 
fuck with the same love and dedication. 

But Laura's sense of peace and tranquility was cruelly shattered when she 
opened her lovely eyes and saw Robert standing in the doorway. 

 Chapter Five 

Laura almost screamed when she saw her fifteen-year-old son standing there 
watching the goings-on on his brother's bed. She felt her scream building 
within her, felt it ready to escape her lips, felt the terror and shame that 
was about to overcome her. And then something happened inside her, something 
that saved her from the horror of her sudden discovery. 

She looked down at Robert's crotch and saw a bulge extending down his leg 
that indicated his state of excitement. Laura suddenly realized that she had 
nothing to fear from Robert, even if he had discovered his brother in a sex 
act with her. 

Laura sucked in her breath hard enough to alert Marty to the fact that 
something was wrong. When the boy looked up over his mother's back and saw 
his brother standing there with a look of shock and amazement on his face, 
the boy scrambled out of bed and tried desperately to put his clothes on as 
if nothing had happened. 

Laura was suddenly overcome with lust for Robert. The dumbfounded look on 
his face melted her heart. It was the greatest shock of his young life, she 
knew. She knew that he had been watching her suck the last drops of cum from 
his younger brother's cock, knew that he had seen Marty's head moving up 
between his mother's crouching legs as he licked her cunt., Laura didn't 
know exactly how long Robert had been standing in the doorway, but she knew 
that he had been standing there more than long enough to know what was going 
on. The big bulge of his young cock betrayed the excitement that the scene 
had inspired in the boy. 

The horny woman felt her twat warming, warming with lust for her handsome 
young son. After indulging in such delicious pleasures of the flesh with 
David and Marty, Laura couldn't resist the temptation to draw Robert into 
her web of seduction. When she considered what wild fun she and the boys 
could have together, her mind was quickly made up. She had to have Robert 
just as she had to have Marty. She had to fuck and suck both her young sons, 
had to teach them everything she knew about fucking and sucking, had to 
treat both boys to the depraved pleasures of incestuous sex. 

"Don't bother to put your clothes on, Marty darling. I think Robert is big 
enough to understand what we've been doing together. No need to hide 
yourself, Marty," Laura smiled, sitting on the edge of Marty's bed and 
spreading her long legs so that Robert could see the creamy gash of her 
cunt. 

"Jesus Christ, Mom! What... what is this? I... I don't get it!" Robert 
rasped, blinking his eyes rapidly as if blinded by the sight of her blazing 
cunt. 

"You don't get it, Robert?" she sang. "Didn't you see me sucking Marty's 
prick? Didn't you see him licking my twat?" 

"But, Mom! You ... you - couldn't have been doin' that! You couldnt!" the 
boy cried, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Oh but I was, darling! And I was enjoying every delicious minute of it! 
Marty was enjoying it too! Weren't you, Marty dear?" she smiled, turning to 
her son. 

Marty had stopped trying to get into his clothes. His pants were down around 
his ankles, his shirt half on and half off his back. He turned toward his 
mother and dropped his arms to his sides. His big thick cock was already 
starting to rise again in the heat of the depraved situation. The boy felt 
like trying to hide his swelling cock with his hands but somehow knew that 
his mother wouldn't approve of any show of embarrassment or shame on his 
part. He let his growing cock rise to attention and jerk out in front of 
him. 

"There, Robert! Marty seems to be ready for more of the same! Just look at 
that cock! Doesn't your brother have a big thick dick, darling?" she 
breathed seductively, beckoning for Marty to come to her. 

The fourteen-year-old boy tried to walk toward his mother without kicking 
his pants away from his ankles. When he almost fell on his face, Laura 
laughed and told him to throw away his pants and shirt. He obeyed and stood 
before her with a sheepish look on his face. 

"Marty isn't at all embarrassed, Robert! He just loves having his cock 
licked and sucked by his mother! Such a delicious piece of meat, Robert!" 
she said, grasping the fourteen-year-old's rock-hard cock and rubbing her 
thumb over the shiny head of it, making the boy jump with sensation. 

Marty was still too embarrassed to look at his brother. His eyes were 
riveted on the bulging head of his own cock and the soft thumb that ran over 
it mercilessly, sending shocks of pleasure deep into his nuts. 

"Marty has a huge cock for a boy his age, Robert. And so sensitive! Is yours 
as big as your brother's? Does it get hard as quickly? Does it jerk and 
throb when someone touches it?" she asked wantonly, staring now at the bulge 
of Robert's growing cock. 

Laura looked up and saw Robert swallowing nervously as he watched her 
playing with his kid brother's jerking dick. She had to capture her son now 
while he was too confused and excited to resist her. She knew he would learn 
to love the joys of fucking once he got used to it all. 

"Come closer, Robert!" the horny mother cooed. "Let me feel your cock too!" 

"But Mom. . . I.. . I... can't..." the boy struggled, his cock throbbing in 
his pants. 

"Of course you can, Robert! You're a big boy now! And I'm certainly a big 
girl!" she smiled, reaching down between her spread legs and opening the 
lips of her steaming cunt. 

"But... but you're my mother! Jesus Christ! A guy can't do stuff like that 
with his mother!" Robert gasped, feeling his legs moving in spite of his 
fears, feeling himself moving toward his mother, drawn toward her like a 
moth to a flame. "You can do anything you wish in this house, darling! As of 
tonight there are no rules here! As of tonight the Watson family fucks and 
sucks with no silly pretenses! Let it all hang out as you young people say! 
Let's fuck and suck each other until we drop!" Laura said lewdly, her lips 
wet and wild, her eyes glittering with depraved lust. "Now come here, 
Robert, and let me see how big that delicious dick is!" 

When her fifteen-year-old boy stood only a foot away from her, Laura pulled 
Marty closer to her and reached out her free hand to touch the bulge of 
Robert's hard-on. She trembled inside when she laid her warm hand on the hot 
bulge of her older son's cock, but it was not fear this time that made her 
tremble so. She trembled with pure lust, lust that drove her wild inside. 

"My God, Robert! You're Huge! Huge! I've never felt such a big cock! I think 
it's even bigger than your father's!" she hissed, exaggerating just a bit 
for the sake of her young son's masculine pride. "I didn't know a boy's cock 
could get so huge! It's a dick to be proud of, Robert!" 

"Is it... I mean ... really? Is it that big?" Robert said, feeling surges of 
excitement deep in his cock and balls. 

Robert had never heard a woman talk so sexily. The sound of her voice and 
the dirtiness of the things she said made him lightheaded with excitement. 
The warmth of his mother's hand on his cock was like nothing he had ever 
experienced. Her hand on his cock felt even better than Denise's hand had 
felt there, and his mother put it there with a passion that was much hotter 
than Denise's. His dick had been hard all night, his nuts tense from his 
unfulfilled passion. When he felt his mother's hand on the bulge of his rod 
his cock seemed to swell to proportions he had never thought possible. It 
was as if someone had grabbed his nuts and squeezed as hard as they could, 
his sensations were so intense. 

"You don't know how horny this makes me, boys! I'm playing with my two sons' 
cocks at the same time, and they're both hard! Let me see yours, Robert! I 
really have to see it! Unzip your pants and let me take it out for you!" the 
hot-assed mother said, tossing her head and making her long silken hair fall 
in a shimmering cascade down her naked back. 

"You really want me to?" Robert asked weakly. 

"More than anything in the world! I must see it!" she hissed. 

Robert did as he was told, unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt. 
Laura let go of Marty's dick just long enough to reach up and spread 
Robert's fly. She stared into his pants at the nest of dark hair on his 
naked groin, stared at the root of his dick as it disappeared down the tight 
leg of his pants. She reached with eager hands into his pants and grasped 
the base of his blood-engorged prick, tugging on it until she knew the boy 
felt some discomfort. 

"My goodness, Robert! It's much too hard! You'll have to take your pants 
down!" Laura smiled, feeling the swollen length of her son's cock jerking in 
her fingers. 

Robert shakily obeyed his mother's command, unsnapping his already partially 
open pants and pushing them down his strong young legs, exposing more and 
more of his firm athletic body by the second. With some difficulty the boy 
managed to push his pants down past the unyielding shaft of his cock. When 
his.pantleg pulled free of his rock-hard cock, the thing snapped up against 
his stomach, wetting his shirt with juice. 

"Jesus, Robert! You must have been horny for a long lime! Just look at that! 
Your cock is positively wet with juice! What on earth were you doing at the 
show with Denise?" the horny woman gasped in mock surprise. 

"Doing? Well... uh ... gosh ... don't make me tell you that," Robert rasped, 
his body jerking when his mother grabbed the pole of his cock and squeezed 
it in a firm and loving grip. 

"You really must tell me, lover! What were you and dear little Denise doing 
tonight? Don't be afraid, Robert! You have nothing to be ashamed of any 
more, Son! We can tell each other everything! No secrets!" Laura smiled. 

The lovely mother grabbed both of her sons' cocks and held them close to 
her, looking back and forth into their eyes, driving both boys wild with the 
power of her seductiveness. 

"Well... we ... uh ... I... I kinda asked Denise if she'd .. . well... if 
she'd play with .. . with . . . my . .. uh . .. my ..." the boy struggled. 

"With your cock?" Laura put in, tasting the word on her wet lips. 

"Uh . .. yeah ..." the boy rasped, his balls on fire with excitement. 

"And did she do it for you?" the boy's beautiful mother asked wantonly. 

"Well.. . uh ... yeah ... for a while ..." Robert said softly. 

"Why only for a while, lover?" Laura asked wickedly, running her thumb up 
and down the underside of her son's hard cock. 

"Well. . . I.. . I guess I kinda turned her off..." Robert whispered. 

"How could you possibly do a thing like that? You're much too handsome and 
horny to turn a girl off, Robert! What on earth did you do to the poor 
little thing?" Laura smiled. 

"I... I tried to touch her ... touch her ..." the boy stumbled, unable to 
say the nasty word in front of his mother. 

"You tried to touch her cunt!" Laura laughed. "You tried to touch her cunt 
and she was afraid!" 

"Yeah, Mom! I didn't hurt her or anything! Honest!" Robert pleaded. 

"Of course not, darling! The silly little bitch! She should have begged you 
to touch her twat! Nothing feels better than that for a girl! I wonder what 
she was afraid of! I'm certainly not afraid! 

Would you like to touch my cunt, darling?" she smiled seductively. 

"But... you're my mom! I can't do that!" the boy begged. 

"You want to, don't you, darling?" she asked, looking into the boy's 
glittering eyes. "Tell your mother the truth now!" 

"Well.... yeah ... I want to! But... I... can't do that to my own mother!" 
the nervous kid gasped, still unable to believe that she was offering to let 
him touch her cunt. 

"Of course you can! You can because I say you can! Marty did it! Didn't you, 
Marty darling?" she said, turning to her fourteen-year-old. 

"Yeah, Robert, I did it! She doesn't care! I... I mean ... she likes it... " 
Marty said, his voice dry, his young cum-filled balls churning between his 
tense legs. 

"See, Robert! If your little brother can touch me there I think you can!" 
she whispered. "Come now, Robert! Get on your knees and examine my snatch!" 
she hissed, falling on her back and letting her long legs hang over the edge 
of the bed. "Marty, darling, you can play with yourself while Robert has his 
first look at his mother's cunt! But don't shoot your delicious rocks off! 
I'm saving your lovely cum for later!" 

Laura crooked her little finger and beckoned her fifteen-year-old boy toward 
her. She reached between her spread legs and opened herself for the boy, 
obscenely spreading the wet lips of her cunt, inviting him to stare into the 
hot wet-hole that she longed to have filled with Robert's big thick prick. 
She had always dreamed of having Robert's huge cock plunging in and out of 
her sucking twat, and now he was within reach. 

Robert stumbled aver to his mother, shuffling his feet, his pants down 
around his ankles, wearing nothing but his shirt and shoes. He fell to his 
knees before her and stared wide-eyed between her spread legs. He had never 
seen anything so wildly exciting, Her gaping cunt seemed to glow hot-pink 
with heat. The fragrant dew of her pussy glistened on the rubbery lips. The 
boy could see far up into the dark channel of her hole, could see the wet 
flesh of his mother's most secret place. He watched his horny mother moving 
the lips of her seething pussy, rubbing her cuntlips together and making 
herself wetter and wetter between the legs by the second. He knew she was as 
excited as he was, but he stall didn't know exactly what she wanted. 

"Lay your hand on my cunt, Robert! I want to feel my son's hand on my twat! 
Quickly! I need you!" the hot-assed woman hissed, going wild inside. 

Laura cried out loud when she felt the boy's hand fall flat against the open 
gash of her steaming cunt. The thrill shot through her like lightning. She 
felt her belly coming alive with the sensations of lust. She began moving 
her hips slightly, moving her wet naked cunt against the palm of Robert's 
trembling hand. She felt his fingers against the hot little bud of her 
tingling clit, felt his palm pressing between fee open lips of her cunt, 
felt the warmth of his hand spreading through her sensitive flesh. 

"Oh God! Robert! You don't know how good that makes me feel! Do you like 
feeling my cunt?" she said, raising herself off the bed and looking down at 
her kneeling son. 

Laura could tell by the wild-eyed look her son gave her in reply that he was 
as excited as she was about his manual explorations. She watched intently as 
the boy began pinching gently at the ragged lips of her wet cunt, tugging at 
them, stroking them, looking up at her face every time he did something new 
to her, looking for approval in her eyes. 

"Am I... am I doing it right?" Robert asked huskily, his cock jerking 
against the edge of the mattress. 

"Oh God yes, Robert! It makes me feel wonderful inside! My cunt is so hot 
and tingly! Jesus! You're doing beautifully, so beautifully! You're so bold, 
Robert, much bolder than I thought you'd be! Denise must have left you 
awfully homy tonight, darling!" Laura smiled wantonly. "You won't find me 
leaving you with a hard-on, Son! When I'm through with you tonight you won't 
have a drop of jism left in those big beautiful nuts of yours!" 

Laura saw the awed look on her son's face and couldn't resist reaching down 
and cradling Robert's head in her hands, pulling him down toward the creamy 
gash of her twat, forcing his face against her delicious wet cunt. She heard 
the boy suck in his breath when his face touched her hot wet sex-flesh. 

"Lick me, Robert!" the boy's lovely mother hissed. 

Laura looked over at Marty, whose hard cock was jerking wildly between his 
legs. The boy was watching his brother getting his first taste of his 
mother's cunt. The fourteen-year-old boy couldn't fight off the wicked ideas 
that flooded his consciousness, and Laura could tell easily enough that he 
was having sexy ideas. She suspected that tiie boy wished he could be 
tasting her cunt too, wished that his face could be buried with his 
brother's between her spread and inviting legs. 

"Do you see my clitoris, darling?" Laura asked calmly. "There, darling, 
right there," she said, reaching between her legs and pressing against the 
bright-pink bud of her swollen clit. "Lick that place, lover! Lick it hard 
and fast! Pinch it with your teeth too! Very gently! Oh God! Robert! Robert, 
darling! It's wonderful! Suck my clit! Lick me! Lick my cunt!" the wildly 
excited mother cried out in the heat of her lust. 

The taste and scent of his mother's musky wet cunt intoxicated Robert, as 
did the cries of lust that escaped her lovely lips. He lapped greedily at 
the wet flesh of her open pussy, licking up her cunt juice, sucking the 
turgid little finger of flesh she had pointed out for him, sneaking his 
tongue between the lips of her trembling cunt. His mother's cunt was the 
most delicious feast of his life. 

Laura wrapped her long silken legs around her son's neck and held him 
tightly against her cunt. She wanted desperately to take his cock inside 
her, to have him throbbing away between her legs. She had to have his hot 
young cock buried between her legs, had to have it arching inside her 
against the silken walls of her inner cunt. 

"Would you like to stick your cock up my cunt, Robert?" she hissed, losing 
all control. 

"Oh Jesus, Mom! You don't mean it do you? I... oh shit, Mom!" Robert nearly 
bawled, staring into her lusty eyes. 

"Fuck me, son! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck your mother! I want it! I need 
it so!" Laura said, letting her son's head free of her grip and sliding 
backward on the bed. 

The hot-assed woman took Marty's pillow and put it under her naked ass. -She 
arched her back slightly and thrust out her sweet twat. Reaching out her 
loving arms, she beckoned the boy toward her, offering herself to him with 
wild abandon. 

"Take off your shirt and shoes, Robert! I want you naked! I want you naked 
against me! I want to feel you all over me, lover!" the wild-assed woman 
hissed, her cunt seething between her spread legs. 

Robert quickly scrambled out of his clothes and tossed them behind him, 
jumping into bed with his mother, his hard-on arching out in front of him, 
aching like hell. 

"Oh yes, lover! Put it between my legs! Put it right in my cunt! I don't 
care if you are my own son! I want you up my cunt! I want you right now, 
darling! Fill me up with your hard meat!" Laura cried. 

Hot-assed Laura cried out when she felt her son's throbbing cock pressing 
hot and hard against the opening of her cunt. Instinctively, the boy began 
bucking his ass hard and fast, jabbing his cock blindly against his mother. 
She felt the head of his wet cock poking against her inner legs, hitting the 
seething target of her cunt once in a while but failing to force its way 
into her. 

"Easy, lover, easy!" Laura cautioned. 

She reached between the boy's legs and grasped his cock, holding it firmly 
to keep it from jerking out of her hand. When the boy had quieted his 
bucking pace somewhat, Laura guided his hard tool between her legs and 
pressed the dripping head of it against her wet cunt. She felt the thing 
slowly entering her tight cunt, moving inside her more and more by the 
second until the whole hard head of it had entered her sucking gash. 

"Now, Robert! Now! Buck your ass and drive it into me!" she cried at the top 
of her voice. 

Laura screamed when the boy did exactly as he was told and rammed his cock 
into his mother in one mighty thrust. Laura felt her cunt being suddenly, 
almost too suddenly, filled with hard jerking dick. Robert's cock was 
considerably longer and thicker than David's, the only piece of male meat 
she had had in her twat in two years. She was stretched almost painfully. 
She felt considerable discomfort for a few moments, until she got used to 
the swelling of the boy's dick inside her. When she did get .used to it, 
however, she began thrilling to the stretching feeling inside her tingling 
cunt. 

"Did ... did I hurt you?" Robert asked weakly, his nuts tense beyond belief. 

"I loved it! Start moving it inside me, Robert! Slowly at first! In and out, 
lover! Oh yes! Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck your mother, 
lover! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Laura cried out. 

Young Robert had never felt anything as soft and hot as his mother's cunt. 
Her pussy seemed to suck at his cock, seemed to hold it tightly inside her, 
seemed to work against the sensitive skin of his cock like a warm wet hand, 
squeezing and sucking the cum right out of him. 

"Hard! Fuck me hard! Move it in a circle now, Robert! Grind it against the 
walls of my twat! Oh yes! That's right, lover! It's so wonderful? It's like 
a big hard corkscrew inside me, lover!" Laura cried, her cunt alive with 
sensation. 

Robert ground his pelvis against his mother's cunt, feeling her pubic hair 
rubbing against his, feeling the spread lips of her pussy against the base 
of his cock as he moved against her. He didn't know how much longer he could 
keep his cock moving without squirting a load of cum into her. Did he dare 
to shoot inside his mother's wet sucking cunt? Would she hate him if he shot 
the messy stuff inside her belly? 

"Mom ... Mom ... I... I think I'm gonna do it in your ... in your cunt!" 
Robert gasped, feeling his balls tensing. 

"Stop, darling! Stop quickly! Not yet! Don't come in me yet! I couldn't bear 
to feel your cock pulling out of me yet! Save it in your balls!" Laura 
moaned, relaxing her cunt's hold on her son's cock. 

"Okay, Mom! I'll try .. .but I don't know if I can hold it in much longer!" 
Robert rasped. 

"I have a delicious idea, Robert! Why don't you take your cock out of my 
cunt and watch me suck your brother's dick? Doesn't that just make your cock 
pound, Robert darling?" Laura asked with a wicked smile. 

Marty's fourteen-year-old cock snapped up against his lean belly just at the 
suggestion of such a ball-busting thing. Did she really mean it? Would she 
really suck his cock while Robert watched? 

Laura showed Marty how serious she was about her dirty suggestion by 
scrambling out of bed and falling to her knees before him. She licked her 
luscious lips, looked over her shoulder to see if Robert was paying 
attention, and plunged down on her fourteen-year-old son's rampant hard-on. 

"Delicious!" the woman gurgled deep in her throat, her face filled with wet 
cock. 

Robert's nuts were like two bombs between his legs, primed and ready to go 
off at any second. It was the wildest thing he had yet experienced. He found 
it hard to believe that he was actually sitting there on the edge of the bed 
watching his kid brother getting a blow job, found it especially hard to 
believe that it was his own mother who was doing the blowing. 

Laura sucked hard and fast on the boy's pounding cock, sucking drop after 
drop of crystal-clear lubricant from the head of his dick. The salty stuff 
flowed down her throat, making her thirsty for more. She took the kid's hard 
meat deep into her silken throat. She felt his bulging cock swelling more 
and more the harder she sucked. 

Marty began pounding his dick in and out of his mother's sucking face. He 
rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, filling her throat with his 
cock until she began to choke on it. He felt his tense nuts banging hard 
against his mother's warm chin, felt her teeth scraping teasingly against 
the fast-fucking shaft of his pecker. 

"My God, Marty! You really like that, don't you!" she said, pulling off and 
smiling wickedly, cock juice dripping from her chin. 

"Gosh yeah! Can I do it some more, Mom?" Marty asked, his naked dick bobbing 
between his shaking legs. 

"I think Robert would like some of that too! Isn't that right, darling?" she 
said wantonly, noticing that her fifteen-year-old was staring wild-eyed at 
the goings on between his mother and brother. 

"You mean it, Mom? You really mean it?" Robert asked, his eyes shining with 
youthful excitement. 

"Would you like to try fucking my cunt, Marty?" she smiled, spreading the 
lips of her twat and rubbing her clit with her fingers. 

"Gosh yeah, Mom! Can I? You really mean it?" Marty asked in amazement. 
"Would you really let me do that?" 

"Of course I'll let you, Marty! Fourteen is old enough to learn how to fuck 
a woman, darling! Since Robert wants to have his cock sucked and since you 
want to have a chance at my cunt, why don't you get between my legs, Marty! 
Robert, why don't you crawl over me and put your dick in my mouth while your 
brother fucks my cunt!" the homy mother cried, her cunt dying for Marty's 
dripping dick, her mouth longing for Robert's equally excited cock. 

Robert and Marty looked at each other, neither boy able to quite believe 
that she really wanted them to get into that mind-boggling position. 

Laura fell back on the bed and spread her long legs, opening her cunt and 
running her warm hands over her naked tits. She felt lewd beyond belief, 
willing to do everything in her horny imagination, willing to go as far 
beyond the boundaries of acceptable sexual conduct as her imagination could 
take her. 

"Come to me, boys! Come to your mother! I need you! I need you both!" Laura 
cooed, opening her arms for her two boys. 

Robert jumped into bed and scrambled excitedly into position, straddling his 
mother's shoulders and letting his rigid prick jerk up in front of him. A 
long strand of juice dripped from the head of his shiny cock and fell onto 
his mother's cheek. Marty followed his hard-cocked older brother into 
position over his mother's spread-legged body. 

Laura laughed out loud with lust and satisfaction when she saw how eagerly 
her two sons obeyed her command. She knew for certain now that they were 
enjoying themselves as much as she was and the knowledge of their pleasure 
thrilled her deep down inside. 

"Oh boys! Boys! You're wonderful, both of you! Take me! Fuck me, lovers! 
Fuck me until I scream! Fuck my mouth, Robert! Fuck my cunt, Marty! Make me 
come! Don't ever stop fucking me!" she cried. 

Laura told Marty to push his erect dick down between her legs and force it 
between the slippery lips of her cunt. When he obeyed and rammed his cock 
home all the way to the hilt, the woman cried out in pleasure-pain. Unable 
to resist the temptation, Laura began grinding her pelvis against her son's 
cock and balls, making his stiff dick rub hot and hard against her inner 
walls. She felt the boy's hands on her legs, felt him squeezing her in a 
tight grip as his entire body went tense with lusty excitement. 

The hot-assed woman grasped Robert's dripping cock and pulled it down until 
it was pointing right at her mouth. With a deep breath, the woman opened her 
mouth and wrapped her wet lips around the boy's cockhead. She felt the stiff 
thing: swell suddenly as he felt her lips close around him. She sucked his 
cock all the way down her wet throat, sucked it into her until she could 
feel the hard head of it against the back of her throat. When she had 
accustomed herself to the length and incredible thickness of her son's 
hard-on, she reached around him, cupping his lean asscheeks and pulling him 
toward her. 

Robert got his mother's message quickly enough and began thrusting his cock 
in and out of her sucking face, driving himself wild with youthful lust, 
driving his homy mother wild too. 

Marty and Robert seemed to be fucking their mother in unison, matching their 
movements in and out of her unconsciously. Marty's forehead butted up 
against the lean cheeks of his brother's bucking ass as he fucked his 
mother's sucking cunt. Laura felt their bodies rocking the bed as they 
vented their pent-up sexual energies on her. She loved every second of it. 

It wasn't long before Laura was raising her lovely naked ass to meet every 
thrust of Marty's jabbing dick. It wasn't long before her head bobbed toward 
her other son's groin each time he thrust his dick into her mouth. She could 
feel Robert's big cockhead banging against her tonsils, threatening to choke 
her at any minute. She could feel Marty's slightly smaller but still 
enormous young prick filling her insides with hot male meat. 

The horny woman knew that her orgasm would flash through her at any second. 
She had to bring her sons off at the same time, had to taste Robert's creamy 
jism as it filled her face, had to feel Marty's cum spurting from his cock 
into her wet seething cunt. Gasping and groaning, she began moving wildly. 
Her sons followed suit, driving their cocks into her with mad passion. The 
air was filled with moans of pleasure, groans of lust, gurglings, slurpings, 
all the sounds of wild fucking and sucking. 

"Oh shit! Mom! MOM! I..... I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm gonna fuckin' squirt! 
I'm gonna squirt in your cunt!" Marty gasped when he felt his jism bursting 
from his wildly excited balls. 

"Me too! Me too! I'm doin' it too! I'm shootin'! Mom, I'm shootin' in your 
mouth! Is it all right? Can I do it?" Robert gasped, looking down at his 
cock as it blasted cum into Laura's face. 

Laura gurgled as Robert's blasts of cum shot into her mouth, nearly drowning 
her in the thick rich sex-juice she loved. She felt Marty's hot jism 
blasting into her cunt at the same time, filling her with hot wet balm. She 
wished they would never stop coming inside her, wished they would never stop 
filling her body with their teenage cum. They were her own sons. They were 
the boys she had carried in her belly. They were the children she had 
raised. And she was fucking and sucking them! She was actually swallowing 
their jism, taking them into her willing body as youthful lovers! It was as 
much the wickedness of the situation as it was the stimulation in her cunt 
that made her flash off between her striving legs. 

Laura closed her eyes and felt the flood of her orgasm, felt her body 
running with rivers of sensation. She let the flood of her orgasm carry her 
away for a time, let it wash away her tensions, let it drown her in a sea of 
calm. She felt her sons falling against her as their cocks unloaded between 
her open legs and wide-stretched lips. She felt fulfilled for the first time 
in years, felt needed, felt loved. 

The three exhausted fuckers lay together in a heavily breathing heap, their 
legs and arms intertwined. Laura felt her boys' lips grazing her naked body, 
exploring her as no sons ever dared explore their mother. She felt their 
lips grazing her tits, touching the peaks of her softly swelling breasts, 
making her nipples stiff and tingly. She felt each boy sucking and licking 
one of her lovely firm tits, felt the boys' bodies lying across her naked 
form as they explored her with hands and lips. 

It wasn't long before the three incestuous fuckers felt themselves coming 
alive with excitement again. Laura's recently fucked cunt began to heat up 
as soon as the boys started sucking her tits. It was the first time that 
either of her young fuck-hungry sons had actually made any moves of their 
own toward her. When she felt their lips pressing the stiff little peaks of 
her nipples she knew it was the beginning of a new phase of 
then-relationship. She would still have to teach her sons how to enjoy their 
bodies and hers, but now she knew she would no longer have to coax them to 
do anything. From now on, she knew, the boys would plunge headlong into the 
sea of lust with then-horny mother. 

Laura sat on the edge of the bed and her sons did the same, sitting on 
either side of her, patiently waiting for their next exercise in fucking. 

"You two boys seem to be getting hard again! What eager cocks you boys have! 
It looks as if I really raised two horny young men!" she smiled wickedly, 
looking down at the boys' laps. 

Laura was quick to notice that neither boy was trying-to hide himself any 
more. Both boys sat there with legs comfortably spread, not the least 
embarrassed about their state of horniness. Their firm young cocks towered 
up from their laps, jerking and throbbing visibly. 

"Ummmrnm!" Laura said, grasping both boys' stiff pricks and rubbing her 
thumbs over the heads of them. "They're so hard! Let me suck both of you off 
at the very same time, lovers! You don't mind do you?" 

"Shit no, Mom! This is far out!" Marty said. 

"Yeah, Mom! This is the wildest thing I've ever done! You can suck me off 
any time you want to!" Robert said eagerly, reaching down to his lap and 
pushing his cock out until it stuck straight out from his lap. 

When Marty pushed his cock out like Robert had, Laura quietly sank to her 
knees and began sucking her sons with a passion, alternating between the two 
hard cocks, She watched the boys' bodies stiffen and relax when she sucked 
their cockheads and suddenly pulled off to move to the other boy's dick. She 
reached between her kneeling legs and began rubbing her blazing clit with 
her knuckles, driving herself wild with sexual excitement. Her cunt almost 
burst into flames, the friction of her knuckles against her clit was so 
intense. 

"Are you ready to squirt it now, darlings?" she asked after a few moments of 
pussy-diddling and cocksucking. 

"Gosh yeah, Mom! I'm ready!" Robert rasped. 

"Me too! Wow! I'm gonna shoot a gallon!" Marty added, his fourteen-year-old 
nuts tensing between his legs. 

"I know you are, darling! You'll shoot more than a gallon before we're done 
tonight!" she hissed at Marty. "I want you both to come in my face now!" she 
said eagerly. "Robert, darling, you're first!" 

With that, Laura plunged down onto Roert's cock and sucked violently at the 
knob and shaft of his incredibly sensitive prick. She grabbed his young nuts 
and squeezed until he jumped with pleasure-pain. She bobbed her head up and 
down in the boy's lap until she knew he was ready to blast off in her face. 

"Mom! I'm shootin'! Jesus! I'm comin'! I'm comin' in your mouth again! Oh 
fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" the boy gasped, his balls erupting into Laura's sucking 
face. 

Laura felt Robert's hot thick jism blasting against the inside of her lovely 
face as he shot his rocks off. She held most of the boy's cum in her mouth 
somehow, although some of the hot stuff dribbled from her pretty lips when 
she pulled her face off his erupting cock. 

"Now you!" she said to Marty, cum dribbling from her lips. "I want you to 
mix your cum with your brother's!" she gurgled deep in her jism-filled 
throat, plunging down on her other son's stiff poker and sucking hard and 
fast until his cock shot off. 

Marty jumped up and down on the edge of the bed, banging his shooting cock 
deep into Laura's throat. When he felt his cum squirting up through his hard 
prick, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. 

"Jeeeeez!" the boy growled. "That's somethin' else!" 

Laura swallowed the boys' jism and licked her luscious lips. Then she bent 
between the boys' legs again and planted wet kisses on the slightly 
softening heads of their dribbling cocks. 

Laura was filled with incredibly beautiful peace. She knew she would never 
have to hunger for sex again, not as long as her sons could satisfy her 
hunger for young cock. She would let young David go his own way, having 
taught him how to enjoy himself with women. She would be content with the 
two young lovers she had under her own roof, and she knew they would be more 
than content with her. 


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