"Am I making you horny?" Sheila asked, feeling her cunt moisten.
"Yeah!" Terry almost bawled.
Sheila laughed out loud, her voice ringing with lust. She was going to give her son the treat of his life, whether he wanted it or not. She got the impression that he wanted it now at least as much as she did. She was behaving in a dangerous and frightening way and she knew it. But she had to have her son, had to hold him in a fucking-hot embrace.
"Don't be afraid, Terry. Sometimes a mother takes more than a casual interest in her son's sex life. Don't you understand, Terry? You've been away so long and I've been awfully lonely. In fact, darling, I haven't even been with a man since the divorce. Now that there's a man in the house again I can't help thinking about sex again. Do you understand?" Sheila reached across the table and took her son's trembling hand in hers.
"I… I guess. But why are you doin' this to me? How? I mean… how come I'm gettin' so… so horny?" Terry felt the shaft of his cock squeezing his hot balls together in his tight pants.
"I suppose it's only natural, in an unnatural sort of way," Sheila replied, pressing her son's warm hand. "Then I do make you horny? I did make you hard?"
"Yeah, Mom, you did!" Terry said, unable to lie to his mysterious and ball-stirring mother.
Sheila felt herself suddenly carried away with emotion. So her son loved her after all, loved her in perhaps the same wild way she loved him. It would be easy now to move toward the goal she so desperately longed to reach, the goal of fucking her strong young son.
"You've been horny before, haven't you?" she asked.
"Well… sure, Mom. I'm always horny! But… well, a guy's mother isn't supposed to make him horny!" Terry said, looking deeply into his mother's blazing eyes now, becoming more and more convinced that she really enjoyed doing such wild things to him.
"You're a healthy boy. Terry. I don't think there's anything too abnormal about your reaction to my… to my charms," Sheila teased.
"I didn't mean that, Mom! But it's not… right!"
"Not right? Don't be silly, Terry! Who's to say what's right and wrong in a sexual relationship, darling? The people involved. Right? Didn't they teach you all about sexual freedom at Bradford?"
Sheila took a tighter grip on his hand.
"Sure, Mom, I know all that shit. But this is different…"
"Not really, darling. I need a man and you seem to be a man. And what a man!" She smiled seductively. "Of course it would be just a bit nasty. But that isn't the same as being 'wrong'. Nastiness might make it more fun, Terry. Do you understand?"
"Oh God! Mom! I… I can't! You can't!" Terry stammered, still wanting to run away but unable to even rise to his feet.
"Don't be silly, Terry! I'm sure you can and I know I can!" Sheila said wickedly, imagining the size of Terry's excited cock and balls. "I think I can satisfy you as well as little Wendy can. Would you like me to try?"
"Oh, Mom! Mom! Oh crap!" Terry gasped, his mouth falling open when his mother stood up.
"You must let me try to satisfy you, Terry! What do you like best, darling?" Sheila asked, moving her chair back and stepping around to Terry's side of the table, noticing with delight that his eyes remained fixed to hers all the while. "You don't answer. I suppose you're a bit nervous. That's to be understood, dear. Does Wendy do anything to make you relax? Does she massage your big strong muscles for you, darling? Does she?"
"Yeah, Mom! But you… you can't do that…" Terry nearly cried, holding his breath when his lovely mother fell to her knees beside him.
"I'll make you relax, darling!" she smiled. "Sit this way, Terry."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Terry turned, facing her, looking down at his mother's lovely face, the face of a wildly exciting woman. He still couldn't believe that she was actually kneeling between his legs, still couldn't believe that she was talking to him so obscenely, so teasingly, still couldn't believe that she would really do any of the things she was suggesting.
When he felt the touch of her soft hand on his upper leg, he realized that he wasn't dreaming any more.
Sheila felt her young son's legs become stiff when she laid her hand on his muscular upper leg only an inch or two from the head of his enormous cock. The terrified look on the boy's handsome young face made her shiver inside. She was having trouble keeping up her facade of calm. Inside she seethed with excitement.
She wanted to tear Terry's zipper open and reach inside with both hot hands to grab his man-sized prick. She wanted to throw herself against him and sit on the huge cock, sucking it deep into her hot cunt. She wanted to bounce up and down on his prick and go wild inside until they both climaxed in endless flashes of sexual lightning.
But she had to control herself, had to captivate her son, had to keep him in her seductive spell until Terry was unable to resist her.
"Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly.
"Sometimes," Terry whispered.
"I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a wicked smile.
"How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock.
"Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better, dear?"
"I don't know! I… I'm still scared! I've never felt like this before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand kneaded the muscle of his upper leg.
"Relax, darling, relax! We both want this, don't we?" Sheila smiled at her son.
"I… I guess… but…"
"I thought so, Terry! I thought you were hot for me too! And if we're both hot for each other, there's nothing we can do but indulge our… desires!"
As Sheila talked to her son, she moved her hand ever closer to the bulging shaft of his hard-on. When her fingers were barely grazing the bulge of his prick, she put her other hand on his other leg and started rubbing it up and down, bringing her fingers closer to his crotch with each loving movement up his leg.
She watched her horny young son close his eyes and gasp in pleasure-pain when she allowed her long warm fingers to finally touch the supersensitive head of his throbbing cock.
She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.
Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up! His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.
He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body. His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.
How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the taboos against incest and just start playing with his cock as if he were her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to do to him?
Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.
Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.
The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew how depraved and taboo incest was, and the sense of wickedness made it more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.