Mom's golden shower fun

CHAPTER TWO

After her initial shock wore off, Barbara didn't feel ashamed of what she had done nor of her son watching her. She wondered how long he had been watching. He certainly had been in the doorway long enough to watch her come.

She moved to the dresser, taking a brush and running it through her hair. Her dark eyes were sparkling and her body felt good. She didn't even wonder why she felt guiltless. She felt no shame whatsoever. If her son had watched her finger fuck, there wasn't anything she could do about it. He had seen her, and that was all there was to it.

She grinned at her reflection. She had seen the bulge of his cock, outlined by his pants. Her son had gotten a hard-on watching her. The fact that Bobby had become excited and his cock had turned hard told her she had not shocked him much. His cock would not have been hard if he had not enjoyed watching.

She found her son in the living room, sitting in the lounge chair, leaning back in it. He was staring at the television, but his eyes didn't seem to be seeing anything. She glanced at the front of his pants and saw his cock was still very hard, outlined inside the pants. Her tongue moved across her bottom lip, and she walked past him and into the kitchen.

Bobby watched his mother's back as she went toward the kitchen, his eyes on the swell of her ass cheeks. Although her ass was covered by her dress, he saw it as he had in her room – naked, lifted up, the cheeks spread, the crinkle of her ass, her hairy cunt. He gripped his cock through his pants, squeezing it hard.

As his mother came back into the living room, he jerked his hand away, but Barbara had seen it. She sat on the couch across from him, her eyes on him. Bobby squirmed beneath his mother's steady gaze. He made an attempt to conceal his outlined hard-on but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Barbara wondered about her son. She knew he could become excited seeing her, knew his cock would get hard. She wondered if he played with his cock, if he could squirt creamy come juice, if he had hair on his balls, if he wanted to fuck, a girl; fuck Cindy, perhaps.

Barbara was not shy. Barbara didn't mince words. She was blunt and straightforward. But she had never been that way with Bobby.

"Does Cindy pee all the time near the fence?" she asked, startling Bobby. For a moment Bobby didn't answer.

Barbara was pleased to see that her son didn't blush nor seem uncomfortable. He nodded.

"How often?"

"Enough."

"Have you ever peeked at her?"

Again Bobby waited a moment before answering. Then he nodded, still not showing embarrassment. Barbara smiled.

"You know what I think, Bobby? I think Cindy does it because she wants you to peek."

"Aw, Mother," Bobby said. "I don't think so. She told me not to peek."

"Then she wants you to," Barbara said. "That's how girls are."

Bobby didn't reply. He tried to watch the television, but all he saw was his mother's naked ass, churning about the bed, her finger stuffed into her cunt, the sounds she made.

Seeing that her son wasn't embarrassed by this talk, Barbara said: "Do you enjoy watching Cindy pee, Bobby?"

"Yes, Mother," he responded, his cock throbbing.

"You like to see a girl pee, huh?" This time Barbara grinned wickedly at her son. "Does it make you feel good, seeing Cindy pee?"

Bobby looked at his mother now. He saw the beauty of her face, the dark eyes, the strange way they seemed to sparkle. He dropped his eyes to her tits, seeing them swell and strain her dress. Barbara slowly lifted her shoulders, making her tits stand out. Her nipples protruded from the dress. She was still smiling with a wicked glint in her eyes. While Bobby stared at her tits, she was looking at the front of his pants, seeing his cock outlined in hardness.

"Do you feel good now, honey?" she asked in husky voice. "I know you saw what I was doing. Did that make you feel good, too?"

For the first time, there was a slight flush on his face. But Barbara sensed the flush wasn't embarrassment, but pleasure. She saw his cock throb, saw it move visibly beneath his pants. A low moan came from her. With her shoulders back, she clutched the cushions of the couch, her mind whirling with lewd ideas.

"I have to pee," she said in a very low whisper.

Bobby missed everything but the word pee. He nodded as if he had heard it all.

"Would you like to go with me?" Barbara asked, her voice so throaty, the words so low, Bobby didn't hear it all. But he nodded in reply.

"Come with me, then," Barbara said, getting to her feet.

"Come where, Mother?"

She understood then that he had not heard her completely.

"I said I have to pee, baby," she replied. "And I asked if you wanted to go with me, and you nodded yes."

Her cunt was twitching in tightness, her tits swollen. She felt more excitement than she had felt in years. She had never thought of her son in this way before, but she was staring at his hard cock now, and desire swept over her like a brush fire. She lifted her hands to her tits, cupping each one. Her hips swayed as she waited for him.

"Come watch me pee, Bobby," she whispered. "Don't you want to?"

Bobby jumped from the chair, his eyes wide, with excitement. "I sure do, Mother!"

When he stood, his cock was more obvious. Barbara gazed at it, giggling in a naughty, girlish way. She took her son's hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt to her waist, standing a moment to let her son look at her. Bobby stared open-mouthed at the triangle of dark hair covering his mother's cunt. Barbara climbed onto the toilet, her feet on the lid. She parted her knees.

"Watch," she whispered.

Bobby leaned down, his eyes looking glazed. Golden piss gushed from his mother's hairy cunt, tinkling into the water bowl. Barbara felt a tremor of perverse pleasure shoot up and down her spine.

Bobby's eyes turned hot as he watched the piss streaming from his mother's cunt. The strands of hair parted, and the pink flesh excited him. Watching her son's excited reactions, Barbara stroked along her inner thigh. She pressed her fingers into the hair of her cunt, lifting upward. The stream of piss arced out, splashing onto the lid of the toilet. Bobby saw his mother's unusually long clit, and he licked his lips.

"You like watching me pee?" Barbara whispered softly. "Does it turn you on, baby?" Bobby nodded vigorously.

Barbara slipped her hand downward, framing her cunt lips with two fingers. She began rubbing them up and down as she pissed.

"You know what this does to me, Bobby? It makes me… you know, hot."

"Me, too, Mother?" he groaned.

"What should we do about it?"

"I don't know."

She was about to flush, and she sent a final squirt of piss from her cunt. She stepped off the toilet. Then sat on it, not minding how wet it was. She parted her thighs, leaning back on the water tank.

"It makes me so hot," she whispered, "I want to play with myself again. Play with myself the way you saw me in the bedroom."

Bobby was shaking with excitement as he saw his mother run her fingers through the mass of cunt hairs, parting the lips of her cunt. He gasped when she thrust a finger into her pink cunt slit. Barbara fucked her finger into her cunt, watching her son's face. She pulled the finger out, and Bobby saw it glistening wetly. With a lewd grin, Barbara licked at her finger.

"Don't hide your hard-on from me anymore, Bobby," she said. "Take it out of your pants and let me really see it."

"You really wanna see it, Mother?"

"You're not ashamed to show it to me, are you?"

"Gosh, no!" Bobby said, fumbling with his pants. He pulled his cock out.

Barbara mewled as she gazed at it. Bobby's cock was long, with a big, swollen cock-head. It wasn't very thick, but he was still a young boy. His cock throbbed, jerking up and down. Beads of liquid formed on his piss hole.

"Oh, Bobby," she murmured. "It's beautiful!"

Proudly, Bobby arched his hips out. Barbara shoved her hand forward, stroking the tips of her fingers along the hard cock-shaft.

"You're so hard, Bobby," she whispered, bringing her fingers to the head of his prick. She circled the smooth cock-head, feeling the velvety smoothness of it. She rubbed her fingertip over his piss hole, wiping away the juices. Bringing her finger to her lips, she tasted, watching more juice seep from his cock.

"Mmmmmm, very nice."

She wrapped her fingers about his cock, squeezing. Bobby grunted with pleasure. Barbara pumped her fist on her son's cock, watching the cock-head bulge and drip. Her other hand slipped into the top of her dress, and she lifted out her shapely, firm tit. She pulled her son's hand to it, closing his fingers around the tit. Bobby felt his mother's nipple burning into his palm. He squeezed, bringing a soft moan from his mother. Barbara moved her fist back and forth on his cock a bit faster. Her eyes were wide and bright.

"Want me to make you come this way, Bobby?" she asked in a thick voice.

Bobby was squeezing and feeling his mother's naked tit. When he answered her, it was with a grunt and shove of his cock.

"You're very hard, darling," Barbara said, jacking her son's cock faster with a tight fist. "You're so damned hard, Bobby! I can feel it throbbing in my fist."

Bobby looked down at his mother's pumping fist, gasping with pleasure.

"I can make you squirt, honey," Barbara murmured. "I can make you come with my hand. I can jack you off and having you gushing hard, but…"

Bobby squeezed his mother's naked tit hard enough to bring a groan of sweet, pleasure-pain from her.

"I can jack you off, Bobby," she said again. "But it would feel so much better if you… put it in me."

Bobby's eyes widened.

"Fuck you, Mother?"

Barbara giggled with delight. "That's right. Fuck me. Wouldn't you like your cock inside something warm and wet and tight? Fucking me would feel better than jacking off."

"Gosh, Mother!" Bobby piped. "Can I? Can I put it in you? Can I really fuck you, Mother?"

He was dancing with excitement. Barbara gurgled with delight. She scooted her ass forward on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide.

"Put it in me and see," she urged. "I want you cock in me just as much as you'd like to put it in me, Bobby! Oooooh, yes, honey… stick your cock in Mother!"

She had taken her hand from his cock, her eyes staring with burning heat at it. She licked at her lips anxiously. Bobby, so excited he would stick his cock anywhere at that moment, lowered himself, bending his knees so his cock was level with his mother's bushy cunt. As Barbara watched him come between her spreading thighs, she took his cock again, this time at the base. She was eager to feel his cock sliding into her cunt, but she held him off.

"Easy, baby," she whispered. "Don't rush. We have plenty of time. Just go slow and easy."

She rubbed the head of his cock along the slit of her cunt. The feel of it sent her into a shivering erotic delight. Bobby was watching, his eyes blazing. He saw his mother drag the swollen head of his cock up her cunt slit. The heat of her pussy seemed to scald his tender prick. The urge to thrust his cock fast and hard into her cunt was strong, but he resisted the feeling.

Barbara knew how her son felt; she wanted him to fuck into her swiftly, too. But at the same time, she wanted to take it easy, feel the pleasure grow and swell.

She rubbed the head of his cock up and down her puffy cunt lips, smearing it with the oozing juices. She pulled it onto her distended clit, pressing hard. She made a soft, whimpering sound.

Shoving her son's cock downward, she turned it loose. His cock-head was just inside the hot lips of her cunt.

"Now!" she hissed.

Bobby lunged.

His cock slithered into her cunt, spreading the hairy lips of her pussy, stretching them. His balls banged upon the curve of her ass.

Barbara hissed loudly, her eyes rolling. "Ohhhh, God, baby!"

For a moment Bobby thought he was going to come, thought it would be over before he could fuck his mother. He held himself deep inside the hot wetness, gritting his teeth. He rested his hands on his mother's thighs, his body shaking.

"It's okay, Bobby," Barbara whispered. "I understand. Don't try to hold it back. It's okay if you come."

Bobby groaned. He came.

His cock lurched and began to squirt into his mother's fiery cunt. There wasn't anything he could do to stop it. Her pussy was just too hot, too wet, and too tight.

"Oooooh," Barbara gurgled when she felt her son's cock gushing into her cunt. "I feel it, honey! I feel you coming inside me! Let it go, Bobby! Come all you want! Come hard and feel good, baby."

The lips of her cunt began to squeeze at her son's spurting prick, milking at the base. She drew the thick come juice from his balls with the muscles of her cunt. It always happened that way when she felt a cock spewing into her; her cunt would start sucking by itself, as if it were thirsty for the creamy juice.

"Ooooo, me, too!" she gasped, an orgasm spasming through her pussy. "I'm coming, too! God, it's good, Bobby!"

The convulsions of her cunt sent tremors of ecstasy through her. Her tit, still showing, seemed to swell more. Bobby was no longer coming, but his cock was surprisingly hard. She grabbed his hips and began pushing and pulling, forcing his still-hard cock in and out of her cunt.

"You're still hard, darling?" she hissed. "Fuck me while you're still hard! Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me quick!"

Bobby gripped his mother's twisting hips, plunging his cock in and out of her stretched cunt. The wet sounds of his balls slapping against her writhing ass excited them both. Barbara lifted her crotch to his ramming cock, meeting him lunge for lunge. She squealed and gasped as the pleasure renewed itself, centered between her long, creamy thighs. Her clit scraped along the shaft of her son's cock, burning and throbbing as hard as his cock was.

Bobby fucked swiftly into his mother's cunt. His face was screwed up, his cock throbbing, his balls hard. He rammed his cock hard into his mother's gripping cunt, making her naked tit jiggle. Barbara whimpered and pressed her steaming cunt hard onto him, grinding with lewd delight. She held his pounding hips with strong fingers, jerking him forward.

"Ohhh, baby, fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck Mother! Ohhhhhh, Bobby, fuck me! Your cock… so hard… so very hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Her cunt seemed to be tightening around his cock, squeezing it like her fist had. The tightness of his mother's cunt was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He thought her cunt was gobbling his cock, eating it, sucking it.

"Faster, Bobby!" Barbara hissed. "Fuck me fast! Oh, baby, you're going to make me come, again! Oooooh, I want to come again, Bobby!"

Bobby rammed hard, driving his cock into his mother's cunt with short, jerking stabbing motions. His balls smashed at the churning cheeks of her ass. He shoved his right hand up to grasp her naked tit. He clung to it tightly, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh.

"Ahhhh, harder, baby!"

Bobby was fucking so hard, Barbara felt the lips of her cunt being bruised. She didn't care; the sensations were boiling throughout her entire body.

"Ooooh, so close, Bobby!" she shrieked. "I'm so close I'm about to come! Oooo, give it to me… ram your cock up my cunt! Fuck my cunt, baby! I'm going to come."

Her cunt went into wild, searing convulsions, grabbing at her son's darting cock, sucking at it as her orgasm exploded.

"Again!" she screamed. "Again and again and again!"

Bobby thrust his cock deep, holding it there. His mother slammed her spasming cunt onto it, fucking powerfully.

"I gotta…" Bobby grunted. "Mother, I gotta come!"

"Yes!" she screamed.

Come juice spewed from his cock. Barbara felt searing juice splash along the walls of her cunt, causing her orgasm to increase. She shrieked with mindless ecstasy as her son flooded her cunt with creamy come juice. Through her orgasms, she could feel his cock throbbing with each spurt. She could even feel his balls writhing against the cheeks of her ass.

Slowly, her orgasms began to fade. Her body shook as her ass lowered. Bobby's cock slipped free, still dripping. He fell forward onto his mother's body, sliding to his knees. He shoved his arms about her waist, hugging her, his hot breath searing her naked tit. She felt his lips near the nipple; then she adjusted her body so the nipple slipped between his lips. She held the back of his head, stroking and caressing her other hand up and down his back.

Barbara's cunt felt full of come juice. It seeped from her pussy and into the crack of her ass. She shivered a final time.

"Are you happy, darling?" she whispered.

"Real happy, Mother," he said around her nipple. "That was great!"

He lifted himself from her, his eyes glowing. Barbara shoved a hand between her parted thighs, cupping her cunt. She felt his come juice hot on her palm.

"You filled me up, Bobby," she giggled, bringing her wet hand up and looking at it. "You sure came a lot."

Her dark eyes sparkled as she began to lick her palm. "Not only did you come so much in me, you taste good, too."

She used tissue paper to wipe at her cunt. Then tossed it into the toilet. She stood, smoothing her dress down and tucking her tit into the top. Bobby stepped to the toilet, arching his hips and taking hold of his prick.

"You have to pee?" she asked, her eyes taking on a warm glow. She moved her hand out. "Let me hold it, Bobby."

She held her son's cock as he began to piss. The golden stream excited her. She stared at his piss, hearing it splash into the toilet bowl. She wiggled his cock, giggling lewdly as she made him piss on the seat, then in circles.

"That's beautiful," she whispered, slipping her other hand into the stream of piss. "And hot." Bobby giggled as he watched his piss splash into his mother's palm, spraying outward. "Do you like this," she asked.

Bobby nodded, grinning at his mother.

She shook his cock, making a mess, and not caring. It was too exciting to care about a small mess easily cleaned up.

With thumb and forefinger, she cut his piss off, then let it go again. She laughed with a throaty sound, bringing his cock around. She released the pressure of her thumb and forefinger, and that made her son piss on her thigh.

But Bobby was finished, and she felt only a small amount of piss on her flesh. But even that small amount almost made her come again.