Silently, he moved back into his room and headed for the bathroom to jack off.
Jo Ann was physically ready for bed. Mentally, her emotions and desires were churning. Even though Phil had barely touched her in the car, he had turned her body on. She wanted a hard cock so badly her whole body ached.
She wondered if Paul was awake. Perhaps talking to him for a while would take her mind off sex long enough so she could sleep. She glanced at herself in the mirror as she moved across the bedroom. The robe she wore was of a very sheer material. So sheer that the dark round orbs of her nipples, the thrusting outline of her huge breasts, and the dark bushy triangle could be seen through the gown.
"Paul?" she whispered as she slipped into the bedroom. "Paul, are you awake?"
A light was on in the bathroom. It played across an empty bed and, as she moved into the room, she heard groans coming through the door to the bath.
She moved into the bathroom doorway and gasped at what she saw. Her young son was leaning against the cabinet with one hand. His other hand was wildly pumping his young cock.
He looked up when she gasped. "Mom! I… I… couldn't help it!" He knew he should cover his hard prick from his mother's eyes, but seeing her tits and her cunt through her flimsy gown made him forget that she was his mother, she became just a beautiful woman with a desirable body.
Jo Ann stood in the doorway, hardly breathing, her eyes glued to her son's cock. Suddenly, several realizations dawned on her. Paul was a very big boy for his age, far from a child. She had no idea that boys matured as quickly as Paul had obviously matured. She also realized that the boy wasn't really embarrassed. In fact, it was quite the opposite. His eyes warned freely over her heavy, jutting tits, drinking in the splendor of her huge, dark nipples.
As his eyes studied every part of her, Paul's hand moved involuntarily up and down on his prick. Jo Ann knew that she should make some sort of excuse and back out of the room, but she couldn't. She was fascinated.
She tried to lift her eyes to his face, but they kept returning to his cock and balls. His prick was rigid, the dark head oozing from the foreskin in front of his pumping hand.
"Oh God, Paul…" Jo Ann exclaimed, knowing that standing there, gazing lovingly at her son's cock was wrong, but knowing she couldn't help it.
Suddenly all the frustrations of the past five years boiled up inside her body.
She wanted him. She wanted her son's cock and she couldn't help it. And somehow Paul sensed it. He moved to her and reached up to one quivering breast with his hand. He squeezed the luscious tit and pressed the nipple with his thumb.
"Paul – no, Paul," she gasped. "It isn't right!"
"I… I can't help it. You're so beautiful, I… I…"
"Yes?"
"I want to do it with you, Mom."
Jo Ann almost fainted. What was he saying? What was she doing? Why didn't she get out of there?
Because she liked watching him pump his prick like that. That's why she stayed. She found herself wanting to reach out and do it for him.
His hand continued to stroke up and down the rigid shaft, giving his mother full view of his glistening prick. She watched, fascinated, as the boy pumped his cock into a bigger and thicker erection. The foreskin gradually slid back to reveal the bright red meat of his cockhead.
"Oh, God," Jo Ann moaned, saliva gathering in her mouth. The more she looked at his cock, the more her pussy tingled. She could barely resist moving her hand down between her thighs and finger-fucking herself.
Then she gasped and blushed at the same time. Her pussy was dripping juice. She could feel the sticky fluid on her inner thighs.
She was getting turned on by the sight of her son playing with himself! It was depraved, she told herself. I'm depraved. And yet it's happening and I can't stop it!
She was imagining her own hand curled around his cock, her head being lowered until his throbbing meat slid easily into her throat. Her breath was coming in gasps and she felt the lips of her pussy swell with hot desire.
And the boy, too, was beyond stopping.
His mother's near-naked body was having the same effect on the boy as his cock was having on her. She was an incredibly beautiful, voluptuous woman, with great, heavy tits, and a beautiful pussy. He wanted to touch and suck her tits. He wanted to run his cock up and down in that dark forest of pubic fur.
God, he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. And something in the way she stared at his cock told him that maybe she wanted to fuck him, too.
He started moving closer to her. She didn't move. She just stared at him as if she were afraid of him.
Jeez, he thought, those tits. They were like huge, creamy pillows. He longed to suck them, play with them. He could almost feel the tips of those long, dark nipples in his mouth.
"Baby, baby," Jo Ann breathed, "this isn't right. I'm your mother, and it's not good for you. You should have a girl your own age."
"I don't want anyone but you!" he cried fiercely. "You're the most wonderful woman in the world and I-I love you. Don't you love me?"
Her body was screaming. She wanted him, she wanted his cock, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Jo Ann now became the aggressor. She reached between them and wound her fingers around his stiff prick.
"I want you, too, Paul."
Her touch surprised him and he lurched back as if in fear. "Jeez…"
"Don't be afraid, baby. I'm going to give you everything you want. We're going to do everything together."
The hard hot feel of his young shaft of jerking flesh enclosed in her fingers spurred her on. Her moist parted lips caressed his ear as she cooed sweetly. "This is going to feel so good, Paul. This is going to be just heaven…"
CHAPTER FIVE
Jo Ann found herself beside him on the bed. She was stroking her hand up and down his long, spear-like cock. She slid the loose outer skin over its rigidness, then slipped her fingertips downward to cares the velvety flesh of his young balls. She leaned forward to kiss him, locking her mouth moistly over his and parting his lips with her tongue.
God, her mind wandered, I'm French-kissing my on son and playing with his cock! But I want to and he wanted me to!
She was beyond all thought or reason. She was aware of nothing but the glorious sensation created by the nearness of the boy's sweet innocent body. It didn't matter that he was her son, less than half her own age. Nothing mattered but the fact that she felt like an animal, a rutting female animal, all her nerve endings spewing out for the sensual satisfaction the had been too long denied.
"Oh, Paul, I love you," she breathed into his mouth.
"Jeez, are you, are you really gonna let me?"
"Yes, darling. I'm going to let you."
"But…"
"What's the matter?" But Jo Ann knew what the matter was, and she hastened to calm his fears. "It's all right, baby. We love each other… that's all that matters!" She teased him lightly as she continued to caress the length of his quivering cock. She got to her feet in front of the bed. "Here, darling," she purred, "Wouldn't you like to take this gown off me?"
No longer able to control himself, Paul groaned and then jumped to his feet beside her. His hands shook as he reached for the tie that held the gown together.
Jo Ann abandoned her body to his eager fingers as he tore at the gown until it was around her hips. At last her quivering breasts were exposed to his feverish gaze.
She stood motionless before him, her face glowing with a strange kind of pride as she saw the youngster's eyes settle on her full-swelling white mounds of flesh. A soft moan of lewd delight erupted from his open lips, and then his head dipped downward, his mouth fastening hungrily on one upturned nipple.