Two naughty mothers

CHAPTER FIVE

It was with relief that Susan found the house empty when she came from her bedroom. Karen and her son had gone next door to their own home. Robert was not home yet, either.

Susan, dressed now in a becoming housedress, paced about nervously. The things Karen had said rumbled about in her mind, throwing her into a turmoil. She had been friends with Karen for many years, and had not realized Karen was such a sexual person. And the fact that she was fucking her son did not make it right for Susan to fuck Robert. She did not feel anger at Karen for fucking Tom. It was none of her business what Karen did, with her own son or anyone else. Nothing would change the friendship between them.

She thought of Tom, and found her feelings toward him had not changed either. He was still the likeable boy next door, the son of her closest friend.

Robert came home just before seven, hungry as usual. She told him to go shower and she would have dinner ready for him by the time he finished. As she prepared dinner for her son, her thoughts continued to revolve around him.

A little later, as they sat at the table, she watched Robert eat. She searched his face, realizing he was a very handsome young boy. She tried to visualize him fucking Karen, but the mental image always seemed to be Tom fucking his mother. She thought again of what Karen had told her, about the boys trying to peek tinder their dresses. The idea excited Susan, and she shivered slightly as pleasure flowed through her body. She decided to find out if it was true, if Robert actually did try to look under her clothes.

After she finished the few dishes, she sat down in the living room. Robert was sprawled on the floor, his chin cupped in his hands, watching television. The dress she wore had slits up each side, halfway up her thighs. When she sat on the couch, her long, creamy thighs were partially exposed. That in itself was nothing new. Robert had seen her thighs this way many times. It was old hat to him, and he seldom looked at them. It was common, and not at all exciting.

Susan slumped on the couch, lying back with her head resting on the arm. She pulled her feet up, then deliberately lifted her knees so that her slit dress fell down them. Both her thighs were fully exposed now, and she was sure that her panties could be seen, the way they hugged her curvy ass, and maybe even the crotch, with loose hairs sticking from around the edges. She lay there, watching the television, but not seeing it. She was waiting to see if her son would attempt to look at her this way, to find out if what Karen said was true. She did not consider the fact that she was tempting her son to look at her.

As she waited, she began to feel horny. Her nipples became rubbery-hard inside her braless dress, and the hairy lips of her cunt seemed to be swelling, becoming puffy with desire. Her clit was hard, and it was tingling in a delightful way. She could not stop the slight writhing of her ass, and it caused her skirt to slide even higher on her thighs. Looking down, she could just see the crotch of her panties, and knew that if her son would only turn his head, he would see them too. She wanted to see his reaction to her display. She could always pretend she was not aware of being so blatantly exposed if his response was unfavorable.

But Robert didn't turn his head.

Susan sighed, loudly, and peeked from lowered lashes at him. Still he seemed absorbed in the program. She thought of ways to get him to look at her, some innocent way, but none of them appealed to her. They were so shallow, and he would certainly see through them. She could not bring herself to try what Karen had with her son. Karen had simply taken Tom's cock and played with it. Susan was far too shy to try anything so bold.

She squirmed on the couch, her dress coming higher and higher until the entire lower part of her bikini panties was revealed. If only Robert looked at her now, he could not miss what she was doing.

And then Robert looked.

He had started to say something to his mother, and when his head turned, his eyes fell immediately on her exposed crotch, and he swallowed what he was going to say. His eyes became huge as he stared. What he saw was his mother's long, creamy thighs, and he could see the way her tight panties hugged the cheeks of her ass, and the bulge of her pussy, strands of blonde cunt hair curling from the crotch band. His mouth hung open with surprise, but his eyes gleamed with deep interest.

Susan kept her eyes glued to the television, pretending she was unaware of how revealed she was. She heard Robert make a soft growl, and with a blush, shoved her feet down and smoothed her skirt over her thighs. She could not look at her on. She felt ashamed of what she had one. But from the corner of her lowered eyes, she saw that he was sitting up now, gazing at her.

Susan became uncomfortable under his eyes, and wished she had not started this crazy game now. But it was too late, she had already shown enough to get him interested. She tried to see if his cock was hard, if there was a bulge in his pants, but she couldn't tell without looking directly at him. And she couldn't make herself do that.

After a bit Robert turned back to the television. Now Susan looked at her son. His ass was nice-looking inside the tight pants, she decided. Then she saw him move. Robert was pressing his cock against the carpet, twisting slightly. Susan was familiar with that. She had done the same thing as a young girl, pressing her pussy against the floor and making herself come. There was no doubt in her mind that Robert had a hard-on now.

She sat up on the couch, swinging her legs off and placing her feet on the floor. She slumped until her ass was almost off the cushions, then she slowly parted her knees. She was not really thinking of what she was doing, only that she was excited by seeing her son rub his cock against the carpet, knowing it was her exposure that had started it. Her skirt stretched tight over her lap as her knees spread wide.

Robert turned his head, and again his eyes went wide. He was gazing directly up his mother's dress, past her creamy lovely thighs. He was seeing the tight band of her panties, the way the crotch bulged with her cunt. He sat up once more, and this time Susan noticed the bulge in his pants. She found it odd that her son was not embarrassed, that he was looking at her openly and without shame.

Then Robert did something that surprised her.

He unabashedly began to rub the front of his pants.

Susan's eyes widened as she saw where his hand was, and she gulped loudly. Her body trembled as she watched him fondling his cock, and her pussy began to twitch with growing desire. Susan was not aware that she was cupping and squeezing her tits now, and that Robert was watching with burning eyes.

"Mom," she heard him whisper in a thick, strange voice.

"Yes, darling?" she replied.

"Oh, Mom!"

Susan didn't reply. She understood what her son was feeling. Without saying anything else, Robert unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Susan stared at her son's prick, surprised to find his cock was unusually thick and quite long for his age. It was even larger than Tom's cock, she saw. The head was swollen, and he was dripping from the piss hole. Seeing her son's cock caused Susan's cunt to burn with desire. She dug her fingers into her round, firm tits, the nipples pressing against her palms.

Robert did not take his cock in his hand. He simply sat there, with it out of his pants, staring with excitement under her dress, looking at her panties, the hair sticking out the sides.

"Come here, darling," Susan heard herself whispering, patting the side of the couch next to her. "Sit beside me."

Robert got to his feet, his cock standing out in beautiful hardness. He sat down next to his mother, and he watched her fondle her tits, Susan dropped her hand to his cock, and then she closed her fingers around it.

"Ohhhh, so hard!" she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "You're so hard, darling! Ohhhh, it feels good in my hand!"

She began to stroke her fist up and down his cock as he sat still. She no longer thought of what she was doing, letting her boiling passions guide her.

She pumped on her son's prick, running a thumb over the smooth, dripping head. "You've got to lower your pants, Robert," she whispered in a voice she didn't recognize. "You've got to take your pants down for me! I want to see you, all of you!"

Robert shoved his pants down eagerly, and then kicked them from his feet. He sat in his shirt, naked from the waist down. Susan gazed at him, then slipped from the couch to sit on the floor. She took his cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other. She fondled her son's cock and balls, cooing softly. She stroked his prick and twisted on his balls gently, realizing her son had quite large balls. There was hair at the base of his cock, but not much.

"Beautiful," she murmured. "It's so beautiful, darling. And so hard! I had no idea your cock was this big, Robert. My God, you have a… you're as big as a grown man!"

Robert remained silent, watching her, letting her do what she wanted with him. He liked the way his mother handled his cock. His cock throbbed powerfully in her fist, and he dripped more and more hot juice.

Susan was trembling with excitement, too, and she pumped on his cock with one hand and kept hold of his balls with the other. A strong desire came over her, and she gave in to the impulse. She leaned forward and began to kiss his knee as she jacked his cock. Her fingers squeezed his cock hard, then relaxed as she pumped on him. Robert was shaking now, shaking with the pleasure his mother was giving him.

Susan ran her tongue up and down his naked thighs, tasting his flesh, licking almost into his crotch. But she stayed a few inches away. She ran her tongue all over his thighs, particularly the insides of them. She was not thinking of anything except the ecstasy that ran throughout her body.

Her tits were swollen almost painfully inside her dress, and her pussy was quivering and twitching, burning like never before. She felt as if she would actually come simply by jacking on her son's rock-hard cock.

Robert was making gurgling sounds as he watched his mother's fist move up and down. He was wiggling his ass about on the cushions, and now and then he moved his hips up and down with her fist.

"Ohhh, baby, baby!" Susan mewled mindlessly. "You're so hard! I love it this way! I'm going to make you come, Robert… come with my fist! I'm going to jack you off, baby! I'm going to jack you off and make you come!"

Robert grunted, arching his cock up against her pumping fist. Susan's eyes were wide, glassy with desire, riveted to his thick prick. She ran her thumb over the dripping piss hole now and then, wiping away the seeping juices. Her tongue licked about her lips with anticipation of him coming. She began to pump faster and faster, soft squeals bubbling from her throat.

Suddenly Robert gave a loud grunt, arching his cock against her hand.

He came.

"Ooooo!" Susan gurgled with delight as she watched his cum spurt into the air.

She jacked him faster and harder as he came, and soon her hand was smeared with jism. She was panting, but it was not with effort. She was panting with the excitement that burned through her body and reeling brain.

"You're coming! Ohhhh, baby, look at you come! So much… I've never seen so much cum in my life!"

When Robert stopped spurting, she continued to hold his cock, and to her amazement, he remained as hard as before. She had never seen a cock do that before, but then she had not seen all that many cocks, either.

Finally she got to her feet, swaying a bit. She felt dizzy, but only because of the intense desire that burned in her body. She stood before her son, her hips swaying. When Robert reached out and ran his hand under her dress, along the inside of one thigh, she trembled violently. Then he was cupping her cunt, pressing his palm against it, squeezing her there.

"Ohhhhh!" Susan gasped in surprise and delight. "Ohhh, baby!"

She wiggled her hips as his hand continued to press against her pussy, then she began to make a tight circle with her hips, which in turn became a bump-and-grind motion.

"Golly, Mom!" Robert grunted, his eyes big. "Are we going to… I mean, can I…"

Susan slipped his hand from under her dress and leaned over to kiss it. She looked her son in the eye, and slowly nodded her head. "Yes, darling," she whispered. "I think we are."

She pulled him to his feet and hugged him close to her body. He was so short his face was pressed against her tits. Susan hugged her son tightly, then lifted his face and kissed him on his mouth. Robert ran his arms about her hips, and closed his fingers into the flesh of her swelling ass.

"Come on!" Susan said with excitement. "Come on, darling!"