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Authors name: 'Kathy Andrews' (Address withheld)
Story title : COMING MOTHER Part 1
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Coming Mother (Hetero Incest, WS, Anal Rimming, Mast, Exhib, Voy)
by Kathy Andrews
Chapter 1
Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun burning
into her already golden flesh.
She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini top untied
and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her bikini were so
skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her big buttocks was half
exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed sensually, opening
her legs to allow the rays to touch the inside of her big thighs.
Shellie was thick, like a brick shithouse. She had curves and hollows
that excited the beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to
her shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman.
Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made other
women envious.
Shellie's tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them narrow.
They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples arching toward
the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been firm, tight, and
round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned by the hands of a big
man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint of roundness below her
dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy, flowing into exceptionally
long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly shaped, her legs were outstanding
in her bikini or shorts. Her ass was large and plump, the cheeks tight
and rounded, the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.
Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair that
excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her cunt, puffy and
tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially with her legs closed.
The only problem with Shellie's pussy, if such could be called a
problem, was her unusually long clit. It was a good inch in length, and
she knew there weren't many women with such a clit.
Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem, it had
caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very tiny cock,
and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But Shellie's clit
was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that her cunt itself
wasn't sensitive; it was. She could easily come with a dick inside her
cunt, the friction of a hard dick sliding in and out of her wet cunt
lips creating a wonderful spasm of orgasm in her. But if her clit was
sucked or licked, Shellie would often go out of her mind with ecstasy,
and come many times before the spasms would fade away.
Shellie enjoyed her clit.
When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost an inch
long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb, and work it up
and down. She had allowed her husband to watch this once, and he had
made fun of her, saying it was the same as a boy jacking off. Needless
to say, his attitude cut into their relationship, and soon they were
sleeping in different beds, and no longer fucking. Since her divorce,
Shellie had been stroking her clit and making herself come as her sole
means of gratification.
And hating it.
She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The background noises
were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves against the hull of the
houseboat was peaceful, and the soft clatter of her son inside the boat
was a comfortable, familiar sound. The river was wide, and clean, not
muddy and dirty like so many rivers. The banks were lined with
shrubbery and trees, and she had steered into this very small cove and
docked for the rest of the afternoon.
The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school year, and now
she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to enjoy the river
before he would return to school. Maybe they would find a nice place to
live on the houseboat where he could attend school, too.
The houseboat wasn't large, but quite luxurious. It contained only one
bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the queen-sized bottom bed.
"Mom, where's the damned tea?" Jay called.
"Honey," Shellie called back in a lazy voice. "You know I don't like
you to use such language. And the tea is on the top shelf above the
refrigerator."
"You want a glass, Mom?" he called, paying not the slightest attention
to her very mild complaint.
"That would be nice," she replied.
She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her husband had
drawn away from her, she had turned her affection toward her son, and
Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.
As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed a smaller
houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis. Jay had stared
at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at the front of his
swimming trunks. She smiled to see his dick straining in hardness.
She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him without
raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea and, as she
lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the way to her nipple.
She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing. While Jay sat in a deck
chair, Shellie put the glass next to her head. She looked at her son
with slitted eyes.
He was looking at her, too. She didn't mind him looking at her; she was
used to being looked at, and her son was a man. Well, a boy, really,
but he was showing a very intense interest in girls, lately.
The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to see a
cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls, all of them
wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved, and Jay waved
back. Shellie saw her son watching them.
The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward them,
sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass. The girls
hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in the air with the
obscene gesture of fuck you.
"They're not very nice, are they?" Shellie said, sipping her iced tea.
Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was looking at his
mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw one of her tits. He
saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy, gulping sound.
Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was okay if
her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his mother, her tits
were no different from those of any other woman, although firmer and
much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a more comfortable position.
Her long clit had begun to throb and swell, and it pushed at the pad
beneath her.
Jay watched his mother's ass wiggling, and again he made a swallowing
sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother's crotch.
Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn't close her thighs. With
her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she found herself
becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very gentle, almost
subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the mat, knowing her son
was watching.
Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother's swelling
ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her crotch at the mat.
His dick began to throb, and he made no effort to conceal it. Shellie,
with her eyes slitted again, peeked at him, watching his dick press at
his wide-legged swim trunks. She found herself growing warmer with
desire, and her hips seemed to move of their own accord.
Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.
Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been teasing her son
sexually, making his dick hard, doing things to draw his eye. She
considered her actions, and discovered she wasn't in the least ashamed
of it. Her son was interested in girls, and she was girl, although his
mother. She closed her eyes and found herself wondering about Jay's
dick, his balls, his young ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was
far too young to have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she
was sure. She began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on,
his dick and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass,
pressing her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet
heat.
From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a window
screen, his dick in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his prick, eyes
staring at the exciting movements of her big ass and thighs. He knew
what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of pleasure through him.
When he first began to jack off a few weeks before, squirting his
young cum juice with force, he had started looking at girls with
intense desire, wishing he had one to shove his dick into.
Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her throbbing
clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she came. When her
ass became still, Jay pounded on his dick in a frenzy, not knowing that
his mother, now that her excitement was cooling, could hear his gasping
breathing. Shellie knew then that her son had been watching her, and
that he was inside the cabin, jerking off wildly.
She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so he could
see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her bikini bottoms.
At the same time she lifted up, looking out over the river. One of her
tits showed now, and she listened to her son's quick intake of excited
breathing.
She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay's soft grunt as he
came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing her tit
beneath her, but leaving her big legs open.
Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open, and peeked.
Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched him lift
the side of his swim trunks and pull his dick out. Arching his hips
forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the river. Shellie knew her
son thought she was asleep, and the knowledge that he would pull his
dick out with her there and take a piss sent a shudder of pleasure
through her. Although she could not see much of his dick, seeing him
piss created a heat inside her pussy that almost caused her to come
again.
Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she still
wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved about the
small kitchen. She couldn't resist, and, humming softly, did a few
dance steps that made her big ass moving suggestively.
Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into the
top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her nightgown
on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in the same way
tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly now.
When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini
off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights
off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son's bunk.
Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened, she
found a rhythm to the sounds.
Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb and
become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her waist
and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son looked
over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light. Shellie
stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son jerking at
his dick. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her thumb and
forefinger, and then started working on it with short jerks.
"Oh, fuck it!" Shellie suddenly gasped.
The rustling above her stopped.
"What did you say, Mom?"
For a moment, Shellie couldn't believe she had said that.
Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.
"I said, fuck it!"
"Mom!"
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she hissed, smashing her clit hard. "I
know what you're doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you're doing, you
did it near the window, and you're doing it again!"
Silence greeted her words.
"Jay, you're jacking off!" she said. "I know you're playing with your
dick, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at me."
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Jay asked, his voice quivering with
part fear, part excitement. "I'm not doing anything like that!"
"Bullshit!" Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to her feet.
She looked over the edge of her son's bunk, but Jay had pulled the
sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the side of his bunk
was a small window, and the full moon seemed to cast a silvery light
right across his crotch. His dick stood up, tenting the sheet.
With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from her son's
body and saw his big dick sticking through the fly of his shorts. She
gasped as she stared at it.
Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his mother tore it
from his hands.
"Look at you," she said, her voice husky. "Lying up here above me,
jacking that dick off! And me ... and me ..."
Her hand shot out and closed about her son's dick. Jay gasped as his
mother squeezed his dick hard. He lay stiff and unmoving, not certain
what he was supposed to do. What his mother said was true, but he
didn't know how she knew. He wasn't afraid; he was just startled by the
sudden grab his mother had made on his dick.
Shellie felt the heat of her son's dick searing her fist, felt the
throbbing of it. She held his dick as tight as she could, making
moaning sounds, staring at his bulging dickhead in the shaft of
moonlight.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered with excitement.
Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly. Up ...
down.
"Mom, do you know what you're doing?" Jay gasped.
"Yes, damn you," she groaned. "I know perfectly well what I'm doing.
I'm jacking your goddamn dick, that's what I'm doing!"
Jay gritted his teeth. His mother's fist wasn't moving very fast on his
dick, but it was going up and down. The sensations were overwhelming
him, and he struggled to remain as still as he could, not knowing if he
should move or not.
Shellie pumped her son's dick as she stood on her bed, her pointing
tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes were big and
round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of her son's dick bulged
out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick very hard. Then she moved
her hand downward, and cupped his balls through his shorts. She pressed
at them, squeezing them, and Jay groaned softly with delight. With a
low cry she released his balls and grasped his dick again.
"Ohhhh, Jay!" she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this time,
holding his dick tightly.
"Mom!"
"Come here," she said, pulling at his dick. "Jay, climb down to my
bed."
As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight grip on
his dick as if afraid it would disappear. With her holding his dick,
Jay couldn't drop down to her bed. Shellie brushed her cheek over this
thighs as she stared at the hard-on. Then, before her son knew what she
was going to do, Shellie darted her face to his dick and kissed the
head. It was a quick kiss, right on his piss hole, but it was long
enough for Shellie to feel his moistness, long enough to make her lips
tingle, and her clit to lurch.
"Now, climb down, baby," she said in a very low, throaty, voice,
turning his dick loose.
Continued in part 2...
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