"Dave, honey," she said in her sweetest voice. "Would you mind doing the dishes tonight. I have a slight headache. I'd better lie down."
"Ok, Mom," Dave said.
Before leaving the boy, Jean took a good look at [missing text].
He always wore those tight jeans that showed off his huge cock and balls. Then Jean tore herself away from the sight and hurried to her room.
She didn't really have a headache. Rut she did have a tingling cunt. And it needed quick attention.
Tearing her clothes off, Jean grabbed the hairbrush with the long handle that she liked to jerk off with. She lay down on her bed, her legs spread and knees bent in fucking position. She brought the hairbrush to her crotch.
How many times had she repeated this masturbatory ritual? Countless times. But now she was doing something she'd never done before she was imagining Dave mounting her.
Just the thought of fucking her son gave her an added thrill. And with the recent experience with a teenage fucker, she could fantasize very realistically.
She brought the hard plastic handle of the brush slowly to her cunt. As she parted the lips of her soaking cunt with the brush handle she pretended that her boy was whispering in her ear. In her fevered imagination, she heard the boy tell her how beautiful and sexy she was.
Then she slid the brush handle into the flowing tunnel of her cunt. It was still slightly sore from the terrific fucking she'd received that afternoon. But that only made it more exciting.
When the handle was as far up her pussy as she could get it, she stirred it around, stretching the satiny flesh in that chamber.
She loved to have a cock wiggling around like that in her pussy. Mark hadn't been skillful enough to give her that treatment. But she now imagined teaching Dave all those tricks that made fucking so wonderful.
Stirring her cunt with one hand. Jean grabbed one of her sagging tits with the other. She squeezed that soft mound of flesh hard, like Mark had squeezed it that afternoon. Jean knew that Dave would squeeze her tit like that, too.
Jean had big and supple tits. She had no trouble sucking her own nipples. All she had to do was lift her head slightly and shove the tit toward her face. And that's exactly what she did now. But in her lustful mind, she was imagining that it was Dave sucking her.
Jean had a lover once who could fuck her and suck her tits at the same time. That was another trick she would love to teach her son.
But this time, Jean was moving the brush handle in and out of her cunt. With every in-stroke, a jolt of pleasure surged through her. And with every outstroke, Jean felt her body crying for more.
As her wrist worked hard, sliding the handle like a fucking prick, she wrapped her mouth around one of her nipples. The pink coin of flesh was puckered into a hard knot. And she felt a joy rising within her chest.
"Oh, suck me," she whispered to her imaginary lover.
Obeying her own words, Jean bit down on her tit. She filled her mouth with the nipple and surrounding territory and bathed it in hot saliva.
With the exertion of her pumping hand, the hairbrush handle was moving at least as fast as Mat's prick had moved that afternoon. Her cunt was getting a real work-out. And in response, Jean's hips were shaking and her legs trembled.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h-h," she gasped with the pleasure of her mounting lust.
Her hips began bucking, meeting the plunging handle. She threw her head from side to side in a fit of ecstasy.
Already her orgasm was getting ready to burst deep in her cunt. But she decided to delay the explosion. After all, the longer she stretched out the bliss, the longer she could put off another attack of horniness.
She slipped the handle from her cunt. Her tit escaped from her mouth and sunk back to her chest with a heavy wobbling.
Then, sitting up, Jean peered into her pussy. With her elbows between her legs to help hold her in that folded-up position, she spread the lips of her pussy with trembling fingers.
She could see the glimmering inner lips shining with her slippery juice. And when she began tickling that soaking slot she had to gasp loudly with the resultant thrill.
But something suddenly distracted her attention. Her eye was drawn from her crotch, across the room to the door of her bedroom.
A chill like a sword blade ran through her as she realized that in her eagerness to jerk oft she hadn't closed her door completely. And in the narrow space at the door's edge, she could see a dark shape against the light in the hallway.
Dave was watching her jerking off! Jean felt like dying. If she could have shriveled up and disappeared she gladly would have.
Sure, she had peeked at him jerking off. But she had only seen his feet bouncing with the rhythm of his pumping hand. And besides, Dave was a teenage kid – he was supposed to jerk off. But she was an adult, an experienced fucker.
As all these thoughts flew through her mind, Jean struggled to hide the fact that she knew the boy was watching. The only thing worse than getting caught was to let the boy knew she was aware of him watching her, she thought. But how could she get out of this embarrassing situation? And what was she going to do with her overflowing passion?
Remaining in her masturbatory position, Jean continued tickling her cunt, although more slowly. Outside the door, just as she expected, Dave was standing in a trance. Not only had he never seen anything like the scene he was now observing, but there wasn't a chick in the world he would rather see in that perverted position.
He thought he'd been horny before, but with that sight before his bulging eyes, his prick was threatening to tear through his jeans.
Even rubbing Mary off the other day hadn't prepared Dave for this. Watching his mother tickling her cunt in that bent-over position was more than his horny imagination ever had come up with, and he'd had some far-out fantasies.
Dave finally was able to react to the unbelievable luck he was having. He tore at his belt buckle and pants, and he soon had his throbbing prick out. He grabbed the beast in both hands. Although he was dying to run to his mother and offer her his cock, he began sliding the loose skin back and forth.
Now that Jean was used to the fact that Dave was watching, she let herself go.
At the threshold of her climax, she dropped down on her back again. Her tits shivered on her chest. She spread her legs. Her hand clutched her hairbrush.
With the knowledge that Dave was watching she brought the handle of the brush to her cunt again and stabbed her drooling gash.
"Oh-h-h-h!" she gaped loudly as the handle of hairbrush disappeared in her cunt.
Then she was madly plunging it in and out. With her head thrown back and her mouth opened wide, bet body shook and twisted. Her arm was a blur as she kept that brush sliding incredibly fast.
Dave timed his pumping fist with the movement with his mother's hand. His mother's gyrations were so wild they were making the memory of Mary's orgasmic twitchings pale in comparison. Although Mary had gone wild when he rubbed her off, his mother was moving with five times as much energy.
Of course Dave didn't know that part of his mother's movements were for his benefit. If he had only known that his mother was putting on a show for him, Dave would have been even wilder with lust.
"E-e-e-e-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w!" Jean screamed as her orgasm erupted.
And at the same time, Dave began firing shots of gism at his mother's door. His orgasm was blinding intensity. But it was nothing compared to Jean's. She was realizing how much more exciting it could be to show her jerking-off to someone, rather than watch another person in their masturbatory endeavors.
Even when all his cum had been wrung from his prick, Dave stood staring at his mother. She was lying still now. Her legs were still spread, but her knees were straight. Her tits were still as they sagged toward the sides of her body. And except for, the rising and falling of her chest, Jean was motionless.