"You and your big mouth," he yawned. "It just never stops."
CHAPTER TWO
Judy stayed angry at Jack for a week and they barely spoke. Later, when they began talking again, they still snapped at each other and their hostility permeated the family.
Jack began staying out late and not coming home for dinner. Judy knew he was out fucking some whore, but she didn't care. She was tired of his selfishness. If he got laid by some bimbo at least he'd leave her alone.
Of course that left her horny, and more and more she thought about finding a man to satisfy her. But her interest in her own son was upper most in her mind. The boy was adorable and the bulge in his jeans tempting.
She decided that incest wasn't as bad as people said. In the beginning of time people committed incest. Who else did people have to fuck when the world began? The hornier she became, the more she rationalized that fucking Jeff wouldn't be so wrong. The only problem was how to get him into bed without traumatizing him.
She had plenty of opportunities to be alone with the boy. With Jack out fucking anything that moved and with Lucy probably sucking off a different boy every night, she and Jeff spent many evenings home alone.
She was certain that Jeff found her sexy. Boys always thought their mothers were beautiful. Enticing him was no problem. But getting him into bed was. She had to make him think it was his idea. Then she had to ease his guilt. She didn't know how she would manage it all, but she was determined to try.
She thought of various schemes. She could leave her bedroom door open and walk around naked in the hopes he would see her. But that was leaving too much to chance.
She thought of pretending to be ill and calling out to him to help her. But that seemed cruel.
There was only one thing to do. Wait for a day when they were home alone and let nature take its course.
Two weeks later she had her opportunity. Jack phoned from his office and told her he was working late and wouldn't be home for dinner. She knew from experience that he'd probably wander in at midnight with lipstick on his shirt collar. On the same day, Lucy phoned from school and asked if she could spend the night at a girlfriend's. Judy told her daughter to have a good time and hung up the phone. The perfect opportunity had come. How exciting!
At six thirty she and Jeff had dinner and as they ate she began teasing him.
"I guess it's pretty boring around here with just your old mother for company," she said.
The boy spooned ice cream into his mouth. "You're great company, Mom," he said.
She had deliberately worn a very tight sweater and now she raised her arms and yawned. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the teenager stare at her tits.
"You're nice to say it, sweetie, but I know you'd rather be with kids your own age. By the way, you're not going out tonight and leaving me alone, are you?"
He shook his head, still gazing at her tits. "Naw, I won't leave you alone."
"I'm glad, Son," she said. "Sometimes I could just kill your father."
Jeff lowered his gaze. "Aw, you two fight a lot, but you love each other, don't you?"
"Yes, but sometimes it's not easy," she snapped.
"I wish I could do something to help."
"You help by just keeping me company once in a while."
"If I was married to you I'd appreciate you more," he blurted out.
Judy stifled a giggle. It was working. "Oh, your father's got his good points."
"I know he does, but why do you always fight?"
"Sometimes when people have been married a long time problems just crop up." She gazed at him meaningfully. "If you know what I mean."
He hesitated. "I don't understand. What's there to fight about?"
"Oh, honey, you were too young to burden with my problems." She crossed her legs and showed him some thigh. "Let's just say that when people are married a long time sometimes they take each other for granted."
"I'd never take you for granted," the boy said, his jaw set.
"But you're not my husband, you're my son," she giggled. "Oh, honey, I guess you're old enough to know the truth. Men like your father, oh, good men and good providers, sometimes get selfish when it comes to… uh… sex."
Jeff flushed and looked away. "Oh," he murmured.
Judy leaned forward and spooned more ice cream into his dish. "Why am I bothering you with this? Here, darling, have some more ice cream. It's your favorite flavor."
She rose up and cleared the table as Jeff finished his dessert. The conversation had ended abruptly. When the dishwasher was loaded, he came up behind her.
"I wish I could help, Mom," he said.
She turned to him and her tits grazed his arm. He pulled back quickly.
"I know you do, honey, but I guess I'll just have to live with it." She kissed his cheek and pressed up against him. "You just run along now and have a good time. I'll find something to keep me busy."
He paused. "I was just going to watch a football game on the tube. I'm not going out. But if you want me to keep you company I will; Mom, I worry about you."
She blew him a kiss and pulled her shoulders back to emphasize her tits. "I know you do and I love you for it. Go on, baby. I'm going to bed early and try to sleep my troubles away. You go on and watch your football game. Just having you in the house and knowing you're near makes me happy."
When he left the room, she hugged herself. She had set him up. He was worried about her and probably horny. She'd admitted she and Jack had sexual problems.
Now if the boy wants to help me out how can I stop him?
When she went upstairs, she left the door to her bedroom partially open. She proceeded to strip her clothes off and dimmed the lights.
She switched on the radio and brought her vibrator out of the drawer. She plugged it in and settled down on the bed to masturbate.
If by chance Jeff should see her, all the better. The door was only open a few inches. Anyone could leave a door open by mistake. No one could accuse her of deliberately enticing the boy. Accidents do happen, don't they?
Her heart pounded with excitement. Her pussy was wet. She toyed with her tits and picked up the vibrator. Flicking it on, she languidly ran it over her beaver.
It heated her up at once. Not that she needed heating up. She'd been horny for days and Jack hadn't helped. Fucking her in the ass when she wasn't in the mood infuriated her.
Now she squeezed her tits and ran the vibrator over her cunt. Damn, it felt good! She wiggled her ass and pulled on her nipples. She wondered what Jeff was doing at this very moment.
She could hear his television blaring. If only he would come out into the hall and see her. She knew that if he saw her naked and masturbating he wouldn't be able to resist barging into her room.
She shifted onto her side and tossed the vibrator away. She used her fingers on her gash. The sound of a door opening nearby told her Jeff had come out of his room. She waited, barely breathing. Oh, Lord, what am I doing?
She moaned softly, hoping he would hear her. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Then she saw him out in the hall peering into the room.
"Oh, I'm so hot!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side and working her fingers over her pussy.
Now that she knew the boy was watching, she spread her legs wide and planted her feet on the bed. Let him have a good look at a woman's cunt, she thought. Let him compare it with the teenage girls he faded.
She was so excited she almost came. To know that her own son was watching her frig herself! It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her!
Her tits bounced as she writhed her ass on the bed. Her dark muff was matted with juice.
She rubbed her steaming meat, aware that her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow and framed her face. She was glad she was still pretty and that she'd kept her figure. Only a woman with a good body could afford to let a boy see her naked.