Come Meet My Mom

CHAPTER ONE

"Ahhh, fill me up!" Sherri Maxwell moaned.

She was on top of Frank, straddling him with her slender thighs. Using the muscles of her thighs, she lifted and lowered her crotch, sliding her cunt up and down his cock. Her flawless, firm tits swayed gently.

"Oh, Sherri!" Frank grunted. "You're so damned hot!"

"Hot for cock!" she gasped, sliding her pussy down all the way, feeling the puffy lips on her hairy coot smashing against his balls. She jiggled her ass back and forth, feeling the deep throb of his prick. "You know I'm hot for your cock, Frank! I stay hot for your beautiful hard cock! Just looking at you, seeing that thing bulge out in your pants, I want to yank it out and fuck you!"

"I know," he panted, his big hands gripping her hips. "I thought you were going to rape me last night."

"Rape your ass!" she breathed. "I'll rape your ass… fuck your brains out!"

"Have at it, baby!"

Sherri pounded up and down, making wet, fleshy sounds when her cunt slapped onto the base of his cock.

Frank was on his back in her huge bed, arching his hips up to meet the wild plunge of her insatiable cunt. His hands dug into her hips, sliding around to cup the twin cheeks of her unblemished ass.

"Ohhh, hold it tight!" Sherri whimpered. "Hold that ass tight, because I'm going to come!"

"Let it go, Sherri!" he urged, his cock jerking about in the fiery depths of her rippling pussy. "Let it go!"

With a throaty moan, Sherri slammed down onto his cock as hard as she could. Her cunt clenched about his prick, the contractions tighter and wetter and hotter than any cunt he had ever felt wrap about his cock. He gritted his teeth, straining to hold back, but Sherri knew what he was doing.

"Come, you bastard!" she shouted. "Shoot it up my pussy! You can't win! Give it to me! Come on, you asshole!"

Her cunt was just too much for him. The rippling, caressing softness of her pussy always did it to him.

"Ahhh, damn you!"

His cock gushed, flooding her greedy cunt with his thick, hot juices.

Sherri let out a triumphant laugh, still coming. She whipped her ass up and down again, sliding her convulsing pussy on the shaft of his spewing cock, her tits swaying.

"I won!" she moaned, falling over him, her cunt refusing to turn his prick loose just yet. "I always win!"

Frank grinned as she began sucking and licking at his neck and shoulder, stroking her ass. Even relaxed, the cheeks were firm and shapely. His cock slipped out oilier cunt, making her giggle softly.

"I wish that would stay hard all night," she whispered, probing his ear with her tongue.

"You'll kill me yet," he said happily.

"You love it," she purred, rolling from him, but cuddling into his arm, her hand cupping his big, hairy balls and soft cock. "You can't get enough of it and you know it."

"I don't want to get enough of it."

"Then marry me," Sherri said in a low, almost hesitant voice.

Frank pulled from her, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "You know that's out of the question, Sherri. We've gone over it enough. I can't marry you or any woman. At least not for a few more years."

"Oh, Frank," Sherri protested, getting to her knees behind him. She pushed the soft mat of her pussy-hair against his back. "Cindy is going to grow up one of these days, meet a nice guy, and you're going to be all alone. Then what are you going to do? Just don't come around me with your tongue hanging out, wagging your hard-on."

He pulled her around onto his lap, kissing her. "I thought it was you that never wanted to get married. What's changed your mind?"

"You, you big-cocked asshole," she giggled. "I don't want to be away from this thing. You're the best fuck ever, and I want to hang onto you."

"There's more to marriage than fucking, Sherri," he said. "But I don't understand. We both have the same problem, you know."

"Not quite," she said, licking at his nipple. "I can handle Tommy, but Cindy has you wrapped around her little finger. I'm surprised she allows you to date me."

"She likes you," Frank said. "You're the first woman I've dated that Cindy has ever liked."

"But not enough to give her approval for a wedding, right?"

"That's it, Sherri," he said, fondling her tit. "And you'll never get Tommy's approval, either. I'm afraid we've spoiled those two rotten, and now we pay for it."

"I still say I can handle my son," she insisted, but she wasn't so sure. "Tommy has been used to my full attention, I know, just as Cindy is with yours. But if we talked to them, explained how we felt, maybe they'd come around."

"The only thing that's coming between us is my cock in your wet cunt, and you know it." It was all too true, Sherri did know.

Sadly, she watched Frank dress and leave. Alone, she turned over to face the wall, feeling miserable. She left the light on, not bothering to turn it off. She felt like crying.

She had dated Frank almost from the first when he and his daughter moved into the house next door. They had hit it off immediately, and within four hours of knowing each other, they had been inside a motel room, devouring each other with hunger. Their talk of marriage hit a brick wall from the start. Neither his son, Tommy, nor Frank's daughter, Cindy, wanted them to marry.

Sherri had never been married. Tommy was the result of an affair with a film producer when she had hopes of becoming an actress. Initially, she had small parts in a few low-budget horror films. When Sherri thought she was ready for more important roles, she had been rebuffed.

"You're a tits-and-ass actress," she had been told. "Stay with that and you'll go someplace. Look at those tits… look at that fabulous ass. That's what people want to see, and you've got it."

The truth had hurt. Her body had gotten her into films, and it had stopped her from getting better parts. She was, as she was told many times, the image of a sex goddess of the fifties. Her hair was blonde, her flesh satiny and unblemished. She had wide blue eyes that still held an innocent expression. Her teeth were sparkling white and even, her lips full and pouty. She spoke with a suggestively whispery voice. Her walk, natural, was called a cock-lifter. Her ass, a very tight ass, wiggled and writhed and bunched erotically.

And Sherri hated to wear panties. Much speculation was made about this, and finally some photographer had caught her in the right pose to prove to the world she did not, indeed, wear panties. It also showed the world her pussy-hair was a darker color than her blonde head.

But, with the fickleness of the movie industry, Sherri found herself unwanted by the time she was thirty years old. Now, at thirty-three, she had not had a part in three years.

Fortunately, Sherri had kept and invested her money, so she had no financial problems. She had no real problems at all, except she wanted to marry Frank, and her son-and his daughter-threw tantrums every time the subject was mentioned.

Frank was a film editor, a widower, trying his best to cope with a daughter in the transition stage between child and adult.

Tommy knew his mother had been in horror films, pleaded with her to see them. So far, Sherri had resisted. She felt he was too young to see such frightening movies. Not only that, but in every last film, her tits had always been exposed, as often as possible. In her last three horror films, everything had been exposed.

So she really had two reasons not to let her son see her old films. She had them all, on video tape, tucked away in her closet, where they would stay forever as far as she was concerned.

Frank knew about her brief career; he had seen her films. He had been the editor on the last one. Yet, when they met and began to date, he had not recognized her. That was understandable because she had changed her hairstyle and let the platinum grow out until it was the natural wheat blonde again.

"Want me to turn your light out, Mom?"

Sherri let out a squeal, jerking at the sheet and yanking it over her naked body as she turned to see her son in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked, not sure she wanted to know.

Tommy leered at her. "Long enough."

She glared at him, but as usual, couldn't stay mad long. A slow smile started over her face. Tommy was wearing only the bottom half of his pajamas, and her eyes drifted to the fly. The fly gaped slightly, and she noticed her son showed evidence of a half-hard cock, and her smile faded.

Tommy had been standing there for about five minutes, looking at his mother's back. It was not the first time. He peeked at her as often as he could, but Sherri didn't know it. Tonight was the most he had ever seen. He had been gazing at her smooth back, seeing her rounded ass and long thighs. She had been lying with one thigh drawn up, and the soft curls of her cunt showed, and this explained his hard cock.

She held the satin sheet to her neck. It clung to her jutting tits, her nipples peaked against it. One long thigh was still exposed.

"Mom, Frank has been here again, hasn't he?" Tommy said, accusing her with his eyes.

"Tommy, when are you going to learn I have a life of my own?" she asked. "I thought you liked him."

"I do, but not when he's in bed with my mother."

The sheet slipped, and before Sherri could catch it, one of her firm, shapely tits showed, the pink nipple jutting outward. As she pulled the sheet over it, she saw her son lick his lips.

"I've seen them, Mom," he said softly.

Sherri blushed.

"I found your movies," Tommy said. "I've been looking at them when you go out with Frank."

"Tommy!" she gasped. "I told you, you were too young to see those frightening films."

Her son grinned. "They didn't scare me, Mom. But you sure were beautiful!"

Her son came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed, facing her. She noticed he was trembling slightly.

"Honey," Sherri said softly, placing one hand on top of his as she held the sheet up with the other. "You weren't supposed to find them. I just wanted you to get older before you saw them."

"I'm old enough," he challenged.

Sherri giggled softly. Tommy tried so hard to look grown up when he was angry, but all he looked like was a pouting little boy.

"Well, I am!" he said when she giggled.

"You may think you are, but you're still a little boy," she answered, sliding her hand up his arm to his shoulder. "You've still got a lot to learn in life."

"I'm still old enough," he insisted, gazing intently at her exposed hip and thigh.

"Sure you are," she murmured, caressing his shoulder. "But what art you old enough for?"

"Old enough to do anything Frank can do for you," he said.

"No, not quite," Sherri replied. "Tommy, he means a lot to me, you know."

"And I don't?"

"Please, baby," she soothed softly, sliding her hand up and down his naked back. "You know you mean the world to me. It's just that Frank is… I'm a woman, and there's certain… needs…"

"I know about needs," Tommy said, and she noticed his voice was getting husky. "I have needs, too, Mom. I may be young, but I have them and I can do anything he can do for you." Sherri tried to avoid looking at his crotch, but her eyes drifted there anyway. His eyes widened a bit and her breath caught in her throat. Tommy's cock was quite hard now, pushing upward against his thin pajamas. She warily covered her hip and thigh, and in the process, exposed her tit again. Before she could cover it, Tommy was staring at it with hot eyes.

"Anything," he whispered.

"You've been watching my films," Sherri said, her voice shaking. "You're responding to an image."

"Image? No way, Mom," he said. "I've got the real thing here. You're not an image."

Sherri had to fight to keep from looking down at his pajamas, and she could feel her nipples stiffening against the satin sheet.

She didn't want to feel desire for her son. To help herself, she lay back on the bed, hoping this would help her keep her hands off him. But she realized her mistake immediately. The satin sheet molded her body, outlining every luscious curve to perfection, and Tommy was gazing down at her with hot, greedy eyes.

"Mom… " he moaned, and began to inch the sheet down.

"No, Tommy," she said, but her voice was weak, without force. She tried to hold the sheet, but her fingers were weaker than her voice. She stared up at his face, unable to stop him. "Tommy, please, don't, baby."

But Tommy was much too excited to listen. He pulled the satin sheet down, exposing his mother's tits. He stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at them. They stood up firm, pink nipples stiff, trembling slightly. Sherri held her arms stiffly at her sides, swallowing with nervousness, wanting to stop him, yet not wanting to stop him.

Then Tommy started to pull the sheet lower.

"No, baby, please…"

"I saw you in the movies," he son said, his voice very low. "I want to see you for real, Mom."

"Honey, you must not… don't do this… Tommy, please…"

The sheet was drawn to her knees, and Tommy stared down at her naked body. His eyes riveted upon the thick bush of her pussy-hair, and Sherri clamped her thighs tightly. She was trembling now, her eyes turning misty… misty with desire, sparkling brightly.

Tommy's cock pulsated against his pajamas as he looked up and down his mother's flawless, beautiful nakedness. He moaned softly, leaning forward to ease the throb of his young balls.

"I can do anything Frank can do for you," be whispered, and stood up, shoving his pajamas down.

His cock swung up with hardness.