Dave couldn't mop up his spilled gism without pushing his mother's door open. But there wasn't much chance that she would notice those wet pearls before he had a chance to wipe them away.
Putting his prick away, Dave continued watching his mother. After all, he didn't get much of a chance to study such a beautiful sight. And, already, his prick was refilling with blood. He would be ready to spill another load before long.
Jean was still enjoying putting her body on display for her son. But now that her passion had been spent, she felt dizzy from what she had done. Dr. Jekyll had returned. Reaching for the sheet, she dragged it over her, lowering the curtain on the most fabulous show Dave had ever hoped to see.
When she was covered, Jean noticed the dark shape disappear from the edge, of her door. The boy would be in a wild state, she realized. But when she put on her robe and was on her way to the bathroom, she noticed just how excited he had been.
There on her door was the proof that Dave had joined her in ecstasy. The thought of the boy standing outside her door jerking off while watching her do the same gave Jean a perverted feeling that was greater than her already kinky wood.
It was as though they had already committed incest. And to carry that idea even farther, Jean bent down and, with her finger, wiped the boy's cum from the door.
Then, with a wave of perverted inspiration, she licked the goo up and swallowed. By the time she got to the bathroom, Jean had to rub herself off again. With the taste of gism in her mouth, Jean was able to have a quick orgasm without much effort.
When Dave heard his mother leave her room to go to the bathroom he took the opportunity to clean up after his recent orgasm. But when he got to his mother's door and found the drops of gism gone he felt a shiver run down his spine.
Try as he could, he couldn't make himself believe that the gism had evaporated or had been accidentally wiped by his mother's robe as she walked by. But the only other possibility was that she knew he had watched her and had jerked off!
But that was impossible. If she knew he was out there, she never would have kept jerking off, Dave thought. But if she hadn't known he was out there, and only discovered his gism by accident…
Dave felt his face burning. He was consumed with shame. No matter which way he looked at it, his mother knew that he had peeked and jerked off at her door.
Back in his room, Dave thought about what he could do about the situation. He thought of running away from home. But that wouldn't be much fun. He was still hoping for another chance to watch his mother jerking off.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the days following the show Jean had put on for Dave, neither of them said much to the other. Jean was embarrassed for what she had done, and Dave was embarrassed about jerking off outside his mother's door.
But they both kept jerking off in private. Jean fucked Mark, the office boy, a few more times. But the more she fucked him, the more desperate she got for her son's prick.
Jean knew she needed a new outlet for her horny rage. It was either that or give in to her incestuous hunger.
So how could she find a new source of sexual satisfaction? She'd done just about everything – she could think of at one time or another.
One afternoon as she sat at her desk thinking about her sexual problem, she decided to find Mark for a quickie. At least fucking that kid again would let her get some work done that afternoon.
She began panting as she left her desk in search of the office boy. He wasn't in sight, though. Jean began stalking the halls in search of her prey. And the more she looked for him, the more she needed him.
Like a big game hunter, Jean kept a sharp eye out for the boy at every turn. She was getting so eager for his cock that when she found him she would have trouble keeping her head. She felt like tackling him and raping him.
As Jean passed the storeroom she felt her heart sinking. How she would have loved to be in there fucking her brains out!
Then, just as she passed that door, it opened. Out stepped Karen, the chick she'd run into there after her first visit. Karen smiled at Jean, but remained lingering in the doorway. Jean couldn't see who Karen was with. As she smiled back, Jean began to suspect something strange was afoot. Karen had never been coy about her visits to the storeroom before, or about whom she was with.
Jean turned the corner of the hallway, but something told her to take a look back to see what was going on. After all, Karen might have had Mark in there with her.
Sticking her head around the corner, looking back toward the storeroom, Jean saws Karen strolling toward her, and at Karen's side was Sarah, an equally sexy chick. They saw Jean peering at them, but Jean disappeared before she could see their reaction to her peeking around that corner.
Jean was shocked at her discovery. Karen and Sarah had been in the storeroom together! So, Karen was a lesbian besides being hot for stiff pricks.
Jean kept searching for Mark. But she couldn't forget what she'd discovered. And the discovery was having an effect on her. Maybe lesbianism was what she needed to keep her mind off fucking her son.
Finally, Jean spotted Mark. He was coming down the hall toward her. As soon as he saw her, he recognized the look of lust on her face.
Jean looked around to make sure no one was in sight. Then she grabbed the boy, pressed her tits to his chest and grabbed his stiffening bone through his pants.
Jean led the boy to the storeroom. In a few seconds, they were plugged in and fucking with all their strength.
But even with that boy's prick in her cunt, Jean kept thinking about Karen and Sarah. Would Karen be willing to show her some lesbian fun?
When Jean's cunt had been pacified, she went looking for Karen. There was no point waiting. Jean needed help, and the sooner the better. Jean went right to Karen's office. There was no one else there, so Jean sat at the edge of Karen's desk and began her pitch.
"I'm sorry I was so nosy," Jean said. "I was looking for Mark, and I thought he might be with you."
"That's all right," Karen said. "But I do like to be somewhat discreet with Sarah. She's a bit uptight about making it with chicks."
"Well, you can tell her that I won't say a thing to anyone," Jean said.
"Good, I'll tell her," Karen said. "By the way, did you find Mark?"
"Yeah, but I'm getting slightly tired of him. In fact, I'm getting slightly tired of fucking. Yet I'm always horny. Maybe I need a change."
Karen looked up suddenly and her eyebrows rose. Jean knew it was obvious what she'd meant. And there was no use beating around the bush. She wanted Karen badly now. Her cunt was oozing so freely she thought there would be a wet spot on the back of her skirt when she stood up.
"Oh, Karen, I need some help," Jean said. "I've been horny for weeks, and no amount of fucking seems to help."
"Well maybe I can help," Karen said. "If you'd like me to, that is."
"I'd love it," Jean gushed.
Jean saw how Karen was looking at her body.
Straightening her back, Jean thrust out her tits and pulled in her belly. Jean knew she had a nice body, and she wasn't worried that Karen wouldn't like her.
And there was no doubt that Jean would like Karen's body. Karen was younger than Jean. Her body was shin and curvy. Small tits and narrow hips made Karen look boyish. A nice quality in a lesbian, Jean thought. And Karen wore her brown hair cut short. All in all, Karen looked something like Dave. But Jean didn't admit that to herself.
"Have you got a half-hour right now?" Karen asked with a sly smile.
Jean's body reacted immediately to that invitation. For the first time since discovering Dave peeking in at her masturbation, Jean felt a genuine pang of passion.