"Mom. Mom… Mom…" Sheila heard someone say as if from a distance.
She wheeled about and found her son, who had apparently been trying to catch her attention for quite some time.
Sheila had been wrapped up in her thoughts, daydreaming about Terry and her lust for him. She flushed uncontrollably when she was forced to look him in the eye. She hadn't been spying on him for three days now, having forced herself to put a stop to her pussy-diddling, but her mind was still on him and her pussy oozed cuntjuice the minute she saw his boyishly handsome face.
Could her son possibly know what wild and depraved things she was thinking and feeling? Could he possibly have found out that she had been watching him fuck the living daylights out of Wendy? She knew how ridiculous her fears were. What son could possibly suspect his own mother of such things? She was safe. She had to be!
"Oh… Terry… yes…" she stammered. "My goodness, dear, you frightened me!" She smiled weakly, at least able now to look him in the eye again.
"Must be these sneakers, Mom," Terry laughed. "I was just out playin' some tennis. Guy's gotta keep in shape. How 'bout a game?"
"Oh… well… I don't know, Terry… I don't think so," she said, noticing that he was wearing only a pair of loose white shorts and tennis shoes.
"Aw c'mon, Mom. I remember how you used to play tennis all the time!"
Sheila had been having more and more trouble lately keeping her eyes off Terry's big cock and balls. She wanted to play tennis with him, but she was afraid that her uncontrollable ogling of his handsome body would alert him to her maddening lust for him.
"I'm… well… I'm too old to play tennis, Terry," she said with a half-smile. "I'm afraid I couldn't keep up with you."
"Old?!" Terry laughed. "Old?! You?! You gotta be kiddin'!"
"Then you don't think I'm an old lady?"
"God no! An old lady, my ass!" Terry blurted.
"Oh… well… I suppose I've been holding together fairly well for a thirty-six-year-old mother," she giggled.
"I guess you are holdin' together pretty well! You're beautiful!" Terry said, his eyes glittering strangely.
Terry saw the playful smile on his mother's lovely face, but there was something about her expression that made him wonder if she might really doubt that she was still beautiful. He wanted to reassure her.
"Well, Terry, I wouldn't exactly say I was beautiful…" she smiled. "I wouldn't say it, but I certainly like hearing you say it!"
"Okay, Mom, I'll say it again then. You're beautiful!" Terry grinned, barely able to keep his eyes off his mother's huge tits.
"And you're the handsomest boy in the whole world!" Sheila said, throwing her arms around her son and hugging him in spite of her fears.
Terry was amazed at his mother's sudden flood of emotion. She had seemed cool toward him, almost too cool, ever since he had been reunited with her. Perhaps it would be easier to talk to her now, easier to express the love he felt for her. But just when he was about to throw his arms around her and hold her tight, she drew away, turning her back on him. He was hurt, but he knew that she had had a hard time in the past three years and he knew that her feelings for him would warm in time.
In reality, Sheila's feelings for her son were more than warm. When her handsome young son's nearness to her began to make her tits tingle, she had to pull away from him, had to pull away from him for fear that she might give away her inner feelings.
"Okay, Mom… uh… well… I guess we'll play tennis some other time."
"Yes, Terry, some other time," Sheila said, without turning to face her son.
"Uh… Mom…"
"Yes, Terry," Sheila said, ashamed of her cold behavior.
"Uh… do you mind if I bring Wendy over tonight? For dinner maybe?" Terry asked hesitantly.
"Wendy? I suppose you might as well. You spend the rest of your time with her. You might as well spend your evenings with her too," she answered sharply, wishing immediately that she had kept her true feelings to herself.
"Gosh, Mom… I didn't… uh… I didn't know you didn't like her…" Terry said. "We can go somewhere else if you want us to…"
"No, no, don't be silly, darling. Terry, I'm awful sorry! I shouldn't have snapped at you that way. I suppose I'm just a bit… jealous. Mothers get that way sometimes, darling. Of course you may invite Wendy! She's a lovely and very sweet girl. In fact I'll prepare something especially delicious for dinner tonight! I've been dabbling in French cookery. I suppose Wendy likes the French way of doing things."
Sheila smiled, strangely intrigued at the prospect of spending the evening with the girl whom her son had been fucking so often.
Sheila also felt wicked when she made her remark about the French way of doing things. She smiled slyly at her son and nearly giggled out loud when he looked down at his shoes nervously.
"Yes, Terry, I think you should invite Wendy over tonight. I think it's about time I got to know your girl friend. Don't you agree?"
"Sure, Mom! That's great! That's real great!" Terry said excitedly, turning to leave and almost running into the door.
Sheila loved the way her son had reacted to her invitation, loved the way his face suddenly lit up with excitement. He seemed like a child in his happiness, so unlike the hard-cocked young stud she had seen fucking the shit out of Wendy.
"Eight o'clock all right?" Sheila smiled. "That is if you can tear yourselves away from each other long enough to eat."
"Gosh, Mom, we'll just have to try!" Terry grinned bashfully.
"I'm planning to take in a late movie in town tonight, darling. I'll be leaving around ten and I won't be back until one in the morning. Do you think you and Wendy can find something to amuse yourselves with until I return?"
"Jesus Christ yeah!" Terry gasped, then turned to leave.
Terry knew what he and Wendy would be doing if his mother left them alone! And his mother didn't seem to mind at all! In fact she seemed to be encouraging it! She was some mother all right. Terry felt a strange stirring in his balls when he thought about fucking Wendy in his mother's house, something that would make the experience dangerous and wild.
"Eight o'clock now, Terry," Sheila called after her young son. She watched him run down the long stairs to the beach.
She almost collapsed when she realized what she had done. What had gotten into her? How had she allowed herself to invite Wendy over for an evening of fucking and sucking with her son? She knew perfectly well that Terry would be in Wendy's pants the minute she left the house. There was something about the spur-of-the-moment move that made her pussy tingle with sexual excitement.
She had actually invited her son and his pretty girl friend to fuck in her house, had actually given her blessing to their hot-fucking activities.
"Terry, I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy said warmly, curled up on Sheila's sofa with her head nestled against Terry's broad shoulder.
The evening had gone very well for everyone, much more smoothly than earlier encounters between Wendy and Sheila. Sheila had been gracious this evening, exhibiting not a bit of the jealousy she had exhibited on previous occasions. Terry felt more comfortable knowing that his two favorite women could be friends.
"Terry. I said I really enjoyed meeting your mother tonight," Wendy repeated. "Are you there, Terry?"
"Oh sure, Wendy. I'm here. Boy am I here!" he said, feeling something stirring between his legs.
"Thank God! I was beginning to wonder! Is anything the matter?" Wendy asked. "You've been awfully moody lately."
"Nah, I'm fine! But don't you think Mom was… well…"
"I think I know what you mean, Terry. She was different tonight. Warmer," Wendy said.
"Sure, she was warmer and friendlier… but don't you think she was… well… sort of…" Terry hesitated, unable to find the right words to describe his mother's unusual behavior.
"Sort of… seductive?" Wendy asked.
"Yeah. I guess," Terry said, almost to himself.
"In fact, Terry, your mother was just dripping with sexiness," Wendy said, resting her hand on Terry's knee.
"You think so?" Terry asked softly.
"At first I thought she was trying to impress me. But then I realized that she was just acting like any other woman would. After all, Terry, I am monopolizing all your time. She hasn't seen you in three years! I think your mother and I can become great friends now that we… understand each other," Wendy smiled.
"I guess you're right, Wendy. I do want you to be friends. She really is a beautiful woman," Terry said, almost to himself.
"Well, I must admit she filled out that dress rather well," Wendy said. "Do you think she's more beautiful than little me?"
"You jealous too?" Terry grinned.
"Maybe," Wendy replied, beginning to stroke his knee. "You seemed to be paying her a lot of attention tonight." Wendy pouted.
"Aw shit, Wendy, she's my mother!" Terry shrugged. "Why the hell would I pay that much attention to my own mother?"
"I certainly don't know, dear boy. But you might notice that your mother is all we have talked about this evening!" Wendy said teasingly. "One would think that you intend to fuck her tonight instead of me!"
Terry grimaced.
"What's the matter, Terry? I was only playing! I didn't mean to imply that you're a motherfucker, darling! Of course I might call you worse things if you don't snap out of it and start taking off my clothes! My cunt feels like it's full of butterflies! I want you to fuck the piss out of me, Terry! Fuck me while we have the house to ourselves! Isn't that why your mother left us alone? Now quit wasting time and fuck me with that nice hot cock of yours!"
Wendy moved her warm hand closer and closer over his leg to the bulge of his hot crotch.
"It sure was funny how Mom left the house like that. I really think she wanted us here alone so we could fuck. She knew I was gonna fuck you, Wendy. Why do you think she did a thing like that?" Terry was obviously puzzled and a bit upset by his mother's unusual behavior.
"It was a bit strange, I suppose. But who gives a shit why she did it? Just give me a good fucking! I need a good hot fuck! I need that big beautiful cock of yours jerking away inside me! Just imagine fucking in a nice comfortable bed! I was getting tired of the beach. I thought I'd never get the sand out of my cunt last time!"
Wendy grabbed Terry's soft cock through the tight material of his pants and began squeezing his prick. She tugged at his big thick cock and kneaded the meaty prick until it started to stir in his pants. She could feel his prick swelling in her hand, swelling and hardening slowly.
With her free hand, Wendy began fingering Terry's bulging crotch where his hot balls rested between his strong legs. She could feel his entire body responding to her loving caresses. She felt her pussy moistening, running with cunt-honey, dripping with wild excitement.
Wendy's manipulation of his cock and balls soon made Terry forget about his lovely mother. And yet the memory of her sleek sexy body remained in the back of his mind as did the memory of her furtive sidelong glances as she spoke to him. There was definitely something about his mother's behavior that evening that excited him strangely, and perhaps even frightened him a bit.
Wendy worked her soft hands over his stirring nuts and growing cock.
"I think it's getting bigger, Terry! You must be noticing me now, stud!" Wendy smiled sweetly. "Does that make your cock feel nice and hot?"
"You bet your sweet ass, baby!" Terry grunted, turning toward her and putting his big strong hands over her swelling tits. "Does that make your tits feel nice and hot?"
He gently squeezed her titties through the silky material of her thin tight dress.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Wendy moaned, closing her eyes for a moment in pure bliss. "That feels wonderful! Wonderful! You're so strong… so strong… and you're all mine!"
"And you're all mine, Wendy! I'm gonna suck your tits, baby!" Terry said as he began attacking the zipper of Wendy's tight dress.
"Yes, Terry, get my tits out! I want you to feel them naked! I love being naked with you! I just love having your hands on my tits! You make me hot all over, Terry! You make me feel like fucking all night! All night! Please fuck me, darling. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!"
Wendy moaned excitedly as she felt her zipper being pulled down and her thigh slowly exposed.
"I'm gonna fuck you all right, Wendy. You're drivin' me nuts!" Terry rasped as he fumbled with the top of her dress.
When he had managed to unfasten the top of her dress, Wendy shrugged her shoulders and let the garment fall open in front of her. Her beautiful tits were naked and proudly outthrust before her. She felt Terry's hand sneaking inside her dress and caressing the silken flesh of her thigh.
Her cunt twitched and tingled with passion as his fingers moved closer to the furry blonde nest of her twat. Her legs shivered uncontrollably. Her tits tingled and burned with a strange sensual fire. She felt her cunt seething with excitement, felt her cunt-muscles working even before Terry had impaled her with his hot cock.
"Goddamn that looks great! Jesus Christ, Wendy! Every time I look at those fuckin' tits I go nuts!" Terry said appreciatively, his eyes flashing between her luscious young tits and her mock innocent smile.
"See how hard my nipples are getting?" Wendy breathed. "They're awfully hard and excited! Why don't you suck them for me, Terry?"
Terry sucked the peaks of goose-pimpled tit-flesh. Kneeling on the sofa with her, Terry bent forward and popped one of her hot little nipples into his eager mouth. He heard her gasp when his lips pressed against the hard flesh of her tit-peaks, heard her gasp again when he began nibbling gently at them.
He loved to hear her soft little moans and groans of delight as he excited her. She responded perfectly to everything he did to her.
Terry ran his practiced tongue around Wendy's shivering titties, raising tiny little goosepimples around her pinkish areolas. His face moved into her cleavage, inhaling the soft fragrance of her perfume. Her natural fragrance mingled with the deliciously feminine scent of her perfume and intoxicated him. His tongue lingered for a moment or two between her huge tits, flicking over her satiny skin and tasting her naked flesh.
His fingers fluttered over the skin of her thigh inside her dress, fluttered closer to the downy nest of her hot cunt. She wore no panties beneath her semi transparent dress, a fact that Terry had thought would shock his mother. She had surely noticed Wendy's shockingly casual attire, and she had said nothing.
As he neared Wendy's naked cunt, he was happy that she had had the foresight to make his explorations easier for him. He had to have his hands on her pussy, had to feel the incredibly soft flesh of her crotch, had to play with her raggedy twat-lips, had to stroke the satin flesh of her cunt.
"God, Terry! What are you doing to me? God yes! Play with my pussy! Put your hand between my legs! I need your hand there! I need your fingers in my cunt-hair! I need your fingers in my cunt!"
Wendy gasped, running her hands up and down Terry's muscular sides as he licked between her tits.
Terry knew that before long he would be licking the hot crack between Wendy's trembling legs. He felt the light blonde down of her cunt now, felt the little hairs against the tips of his exploring fingers, felt the incredible heat of her pussy.
He had to see her stark naked, had to feast his eyes on her cunt.
"We gotta get that dress off, baby! We gotta make you naked!"
Wendy stood up and slithered out of her dress, letting it fall around her ankles. She put her hands on her hips and let Terry feast his eyes on her nakedness.
"You get better every time I see you like that! Jesus Christ! I can't believe how fuckin' beautiful you are!" Terry said, his eyes glittering with lust.
Wendy giggled and lifted leer tits, offering them to him, offering her entire naked body to him. He reached out and stroked her huge titties making her tits tingle as he ran his hands over them.
Falling to his knees before her, Terry put his hands on her thighs and began kissing her legs, nibbling at her warm tender flesh. He felt her trembling as his lips and tongue neared her quivering cunt. His cock was as hard as a rock. He felt his aching cock jerking between his legs, felt his balls tensing unbearably, felt his cock-head rubbing against the tight material of his pants. He had to get his prick out, had to stop the rub of his cock-head against his pants-leg before he creamed his jeans.
He pressed his hands against Wendy's naked belly and urged her to sit down. When she sank into the soft sofa, Terry put his hands on her soft knees and spread her long lithe legs, opening up her hot pussy.
Responding to her young lover, Wendy spread her legs as wide as she could. Her cunt gaped open. The raggedy pinkish lips of her cunt jiggled slightly when she moved her legs. Terry gazed at the wet-looking gash of her hot-pink cunt and grew suddenly ravenous for hair pie.
"Want me to suck your cunt, Wendy?" Terry asked with a grin.
"Yes, Terry, yes! Lick me there! Please, Terry, I need your tongue in my pussy! I've been hot for a good sucking all day!" Wendy pleaded.
"You never have to beg, baby! There's nothin' I like better than the taste of a nice cunt, especially yours! I'm gonna eat your pussy 'til you can't stand it any more! Then I'm gonna shove my Goddamn cock so far up your cunt that you're gonna taste it in that pretty mouth of yours! You like that?"
"Yessssss! Will you fuck me hard with your cock? Will you pound it in and out of me like a battering ram?" Wendy cried, beside herself with lusty excitement. "I want to feel it fucking in and out of me as hard as you can push it! I want to be pounded and shot full of cum!"
"You're gonna get it all right! You're gonna get the fucking of your life!"
Terry pressed his face against the creamy gash of Wendy's cunt.
Terry inhaled the fresh musky scent of Wendy's hot cunt and was immediately intoxicated by it. He almost felt dizzy as he sucked her feminine fragrance deep into his lungs. He pressed his nose against the soft swelling mound of her cunt, moving his face downward until his nose grazed the opening of her steamy cunt. He flicked out his tongue and tasted the hot dew that had been gushing from her pussy. When he had licked her cunt up and down again and again, he pressed his warm lips against her creamy cunt and kissed her there.
"Taste your cuntjuice on my lips!" he said, raising up and planting a hot wet kiss on Wendy's trembling lips.
Terry was back at his cuntlapping in no time, tasting her pussy and enjoying every minute of it. He reached between her quaking legs and grabbed her pussy-lips, tugging at them until he had opened her cunt-hole obscenely. He stared between the spread lips of her cunt at the hot little bud of flesh that was the source of all her wild sexual excitement.
He could feel the lovely girl's naked legs tensing as he bent toward her exposed clitoris.
Wendy thought she would die of maddening lust. She felt her handsome lover's face close to her cunt, felt his warm breath against the exposed flesh of her pussy.
She cried out when she felt his lips grazing the turgid bud of her clit. Her twat was immediately filled with the most beautiful sensations imaginable. She felt possessed, held in a spell by her lover's masculine power.
"Want me to suck your clit?" Terry said as his lips touched her hot clit.
"Oh Christ yes! Yessssss! Suck it hard! Bite it! Oh Jesus!" she screamed.
Terry fastened his lips around Wendy's hot clitoris. He made wet slurping sounds as his lips sucked and tugged at her hot spot. His hot wet saliva ran down the crack of her cunt and mingled with her oozings.
Wendy began to writhe on the sofa, driven completely out of her horny mind by Terry's eager sucking. Terry knew how powerfully he was affecting her, and his knowledge of his power over her emotions spurred him on to even greater heights of passion.
Unable to stand the tension in his cock any longer, Terry reached down between his kneeling legs and attacked his zipper, reaching inside and trying to haul out his rock-hard erection. He struggled with his unyielding erection but was unable to pull the huge cock out of his pants-leg.
"Can't get my fuckin' cock out, Wendy baby! Fuckin' thing's too hard! Wanna give me a hand?" Terry grinned.
"I think I'll need both hands!" Wendy smiled, her eyes twinkling lustily as she sized up Terry's huge cock-bulge.
Terry stood up and took off his shirt. Wendy's eyes widened as usual when she saw his hard-muscled chest. He threw his shirt on the floor and moved closer to her, thrusting out his pelvis at her.
"Can't fuck you with my pants on, Wendy!" Terry smiled down at her.
"You've even done that before, darling! Don't you remember?" Wendy giggled.
"Oh yeah, sure, just once behind your aunt's house. I was just in a hurry then. I like to fuck naked. So get my Goddamn pants off!"
"I can't wait to see that hard-on I raised on you, Terry! I think your cock gets bigger every time you fuck me!"
"Sure as hell does! Better not get too much bigger! Might tear a hole in my fuckin' jeans!" Terry laughed as Wendy attacked the buckle of his belt.
Wendy had his pants open in no time. She reached down inside and grabbed the root of his cock, pulling on it until he felt some pain.
"Watch it now, Wendy! Don't break the Goddamn thing!" he grunted.
Wendy was more careful when she felt Terry jerk his body back away from her for a second. She began tugging his pants down. Only when she had pulled the tight pants down past his knees did his monster cock jerk up free of confinement. She beamed with joy when she saw Terry's prick throbbing before her eyes.
Terry jumped when his cock snapped up hard against his lean belly, splattering pre-seminal fluid all over his groin-hair. He was so horny that he was afraid his cock would shoot off all by itself, without any further stimulation. He found it harder and harder to control himself every time he fucked Wendy. He knew that she would not be able to resist sucking his cock now that it was naked before her eyes, and his balls tensed in anticipation of the blow job she was about to perform for him.
"My what a juicy cock you have!" Wendy teased, moving closer to his throbbing prick.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear!" Terry laughed. "Now go down on that cock and suck the piss out of it!"
"Wouldn't that be awfully messy?" Wendy smiled wickedly, her lips only an inch or two away from Terry's aching prick.
"Cut the clownin' and suck that fucker! Suck my cock!" he growled in a deep voice.
Wendy pressed her lips tightly against the underside of his prick-head, pressing it tightly against his stomach. She shivered when she tasted the saltiness of his slippery pre-cum on her tongue, shivered too when she felt his hard cock throbbing against her pretty lips.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the underside of his cock from the hard head all the way to his hairy balls. Again and again she licked his cock from tip to root, driving him wild inside. She had to suck the head of his cock deep into her throat, had to feel the bulge of it in her wet mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Wendy! That's great! Fuck! You suck better than anybody! Take that prick! Eat it, baby! Eat my cock! Suck hard on that thing!"
Wendy moaned deep in her lovely throat when she sucked Terry's cock. She made wet sucking sounds as she slurped on his prick, sucking her saliva and his pre-cum into her mouth. She reached between Terry's strong legs and grabbed his pendulous balls, squeezing them in her soft warm hands, making his rock-hard cock jerk with each squeeze of her loving hand.
Terry began rocking his body back and forth, thrusting his prick in and out of his pretty girl's mouth. She had taken his prick deep into her throat. He felt the head of his prick pushing against the back of her throat, banging against her tonsils each time he thrust it into her. She could hardly breathe now, his cock was filling her throat so completely.
Terry's balls slapped hard against Wendy's pretty chin as he face-fucked her with a passion. With each forward thrust, he buried his prick in her mouth all the way. She could smell the hot masculine scent of his cock and balls as he banged into her mouth.
"Oh shit, baby! Shit! I gotta stop this or I'll come in your fuckin' face! I wanna shoot in your pussy first! I wanna ream your cunt!" Terry growled, feeling his cum-filled nuts tensing.
Wendy gurgled.
Terry forced himself to stop rocking back and forth on his heels, forced himself in spite of his lust to stop face-fucking her even though his balls were begging to shoot their load of hot sperm deep into her throat. Wendy kept sucking at his rod even when it was quiet in her. He had to pull away from her to remove his cock from her mouth.
He heard her groan softly when he pulled his cock away from her, as if she could not bear to have it taken away. His prick slapped against his belly again when he pulled it out of her lips. She stared at him hungrily, licking her cum-covered lips as if begging for another taste of his cock.
Terry looked down at this girl and thought she was the most fuckable chick in the world, and the most beautiful. He had to make her feel something deep and hot between her legs, had to thrill her the way she had thrilled him with her wild sucking of his cock. He knew just how to satisfy her.
"You ready to have your cunt fucked, Wendy?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me! Make me come! Fuck me hard! Make me feel that huge cock deep in my belly! I can almost feel it in there already, Terry! I can almost feel it pounding between my legs! Fuck me hard! Do it right now! Please hurry! I can't wait any longer! My pussy's on fire!" Wendy cried, her lovely lips wet with cum.
Terry grabbed Wendy's shoulders and pushed her backward until she fell on the sofa. She spread her legs wide and held them out over the arm of the chair. Terry grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening her cunt obscenely.
"Terry, I have a dirty idea! Would you like to hear it?" Wendy smiled sweetly, looking up at him with an excited look on her pretty face.
"Hell yes, baby! The dirtier the better!" Terry grabbed his prick, beating himself off slowly.
"This sofa isn't very comfortable, Terry. Would you mind fucking me in a nice soft bed?"
"That sounds great, Wendy. Let's do it in my room! Beats the beach!"
"That isn't exactly what I had in mind. I want you to fuck me on… on your mother's bed!" Wendy said wickedly.