By the time she reached the safety of the quiet beach house Sheila had managed to regain some semblance of self-control after her terrible ordeal. Her experience had been not only a physical ordeal but an emotional one as well. Not only had she suffered physical torment at the hands of the brutal rapists, but her image of herself had suffered too.
In the years since her divorce, Sheila had considered herself too good for the many men who had lusted after her, had considered herself apart from them. All men were bastards, and she had had no intention of submitting herself to their desires.
Little had she suspected that even she could succumb to the powerful urges of her long-denied desires. She had of course been forced to submit to the desires of the brutal men in the theater, but she had entered the place of her own free will and she had to admit that she had enjoyed, in a strange way, the depravity of the situation. Her sex-life had taken a new turn.
She had allowed herself to spy on her son for several days of course, had even allowed herself to admit that she loved the boy in a way no woman dared to love her son. She had even climaxed while Terry and Wendy fucked together on the beach.
But she had lusted after her handsome young son from afar, from the safety of distance. But now she had allowed herself to be sucked into the whirlpool of sexual activity of the most depraved kind imaginable. She had sucked a young boy's cock, had allowed several horny men to fuck her and use her wickedly. Although the men had filled her with revulsion, she still longed for the body-racking orgasm that had been so close in the theater.
Now that she had experienced real fucking and sucking again after so long without it, she knew that her attraction toward her son would pull her to him until she had what she so desperately wanted, until she had him in a wild night of incestuous fucking and sucking.
She knew that it was inevitable now, this union with her only son. It was only a matter of time now. She was powerless to fight the lust she felt for him. She only hoped that she could make him understand, hoped that she could make him want her as desperately as she wanted him.
The lights were off in the house when she reached home. Not wanting to disturb Terry, not wanting him to see her in such a state of disorder, Sheila tiptoed up to her room. She saw that it was after three in the morning. She wanted to fall into bed and sleep for days, but she was covered with the dried sperm of a dozen men.
She had to wash away the last traces of the brutal monsters, had to wash them out of her mind as well. She stripped off her tattered cum-splattered clothes and threw them in a hamper. Tomorrow she would burn them.
Sheila walked naked down the hall to the bathroom, being very careful not to wake her son, whose room was only a short way down the hall from hers. She stepped into a hot shower and luxuriated in the softening warmth of the spray. She lathered herself freely and finally felt clean again after her night of shame and torment. Things didn't look nearly as bad now. Her bruises would go away. The itch in her recently violated cunt was quite another matter.
Sheila couldn't resist dipping her sudsy hands between her slippery-wet legs and stroking the hot gash that had been getting her into so much trouble lately. She could still remember the feel of a hard thick cock buried deep in her hot twat, could still feel the animal warmth of it between her legs, could still feel it rubbing hard against her turgid little clitoris. Her clit was as hot as a tiny flame burning between the lips of her moist cunt.
She touched her clit. She shivered when she felt the tip of her own finger against the flesh of her super-sensitive clit. She had to do it. She had to make herself flash, had to make her cunt burn with the rushing heat of her orgasm.
Leaning back against the cold shower wall, she abandoned herself to the dark desires that drove her wild. She closed her eyes and imagined that her son was in the shower with her. She imagined that her horny son stood before her, holding his long hard cock in his hand, offering his cock to her, offering his body for her pleasure.
She imagined herself falling to her knees and taking Terry's enormous smooth erection in both hands, running her fingers all over the slippery shaft. She imagined herself looking up at him and smiling her sexiest smile, imagined seeing his boyish grin spreading over his face as he watched his mother stroke his hard-on. She imagined herself running her thumb from the root of his cock to the head, making a drop of pre-cum fluid ooze from the eye-slit. She imagined herself bending toward the boy and pursing her wet lips, imagined herself pressing those wet warm lips against the dripping head of her son's cock.
Sheila's eager fingers worked faster and faster against the silken flesh of her cunt as she imagined all the wild things she could do with Terry.
She imagined rubbing a washcloth against her son's furry groin, making a cloud of suds around his jutting cock. She imagined taking his balls in her wet hands, squeezing them, kneading them gently, weighing the sperm-filled eggs, making her son groan with excitement. She imagined feeling the boy's strong young body become suddenly hard when she plunged down over his bulging cock, somehow managing to get his huge cock-head into her pretty mouth. She imagined sucking Terry's throbbing cock deep into her throat, imagined feeling his dripping cock-head swelling against her tonsils.
Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shaking, Sheila imagined sucking her son until his eyes widened with lusty excitement. She imagined feeling his rod swell suddenly in her throat, imagined feeling his sperm swelling in his balls, threatening to explode as her tongue flew over the head of his sensitive rod. She imagined pulling her head back and off his cock at the last second, delaying his orgasm, making him wince with pleasure-pain. She imagined hearing a wet plop when her sucking lips pulled free of her son's penis, imagined hearing a painful gasp escape the boy's lips.
Sheila rubbed her thumb against her clitoris until she could almost see stars. Moisture ran from the raggedy lips of her cunt as she imagined the maddening things she could do for her son, and the maddening things he could do for her. She imagined standing up as soon as his erection had snapped up against his hard stomach. She imagined standing before the boy naked and wet, imagined her tits streaming with warm water, imagined rivers of water running from the furry tuft of her cunt.
Sheila imagined herself lifting her wet tits and offering them to her sixteen-year-old son, imagined her nipples stiffening with excitement as the boy ogled her tits. She imagined the boy rubbing a soapy wash-cloth over her naked tits at her suggestion, imagined great clouds of suds running down between the bulging fleshy globes of her tits. She imagined him running his strong young hands over her tits until she trembled inside.
As the fire in her twat continued to rage, Sheila imagined the boy burying his handsome face in the suds that ran down her slightly outcurved naked belly. She imagined feeling her son's tongue flicking over her naked flesh. She imagined feeling his face moving down to her wet thighs, coming closer and closer to the wet hair of her love-mound. She imagined herself whispering sweetly as her son fell to his knees on the shower floor. She imagined herself reassuring the boy, reassuring him that she really wanted him to lick and suck her dripping cunt.
Sheila buried her fingers in the folds of her juicy cunt, moving them inside herself as she writhed in lusty heat. She imagined feeling Terry's nervous yet eager lips grazing the lips of her pussy. She imagined reaching between her lithe legs and spreading her cunt open for him, imagined herself leaning backwards and opening her dripping pussy for her young son. She imagined his eyes when he looked up at her in amazement. She imagined putting her warm hand on his head and moving his face closer and closer to her downy twat.
Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips of her tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.
It was as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with the lips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bending flash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her naked tits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, felt the very tits that had nourished him.
Sheila imagined her son licking wildly at her cunt, imagined his tongue working fast and furiously between the gaping lips of her hot pussy. She imagined him chewing gently but greedily on the hot wet flesh of her excited twat.
Sheila's dripping cunt tingled and burned with lusty fire, a fire that could not be extinguished even by the cascades of water that still ran down between her legs. She imagined her son rising at her command and inserting his arching erection between the lips of her musky twat. She imagined his cock in her cunt, imagined it splitting her belly with its enormous size. She imagined the hard blood-filled cock sawing in and out of her cunt, imagined it moving faster and faster the hornier her son became.
The hot-assed woman could feel her twat moistening as her imagination ran away with her. Her sucking cunt grabbed the fingers that she had stuffed inside it. By now she had inserted her entire hand into her pussy.
She made a fist inside her cunt-hole and twisted her hand inside her. She gasped when she felt her knuckles rubbing against her inner flesh, driving her wilder and wilder. Tingling, tugging, surging sensations flooded her quivering cunt.
The image of her son was so real, so warm, so full of life that it was as if her twat were tightening around a real cock, a cock as thick as her wrist, a cock with a bulging head as big as her fist.
Imagining her son fucking her with a passion, Sheila began jabbing her fist in and out of her cunt, kindling a raging fire between her silken thighs. Her cunt slurped noisily as she fist-fucked herself. She knew that she could make herself go off wildly at any second.
But it was not enough somehow. It was not enough to bring herself off by masturbation now that she had experienced a real fucking and sucking again after going without it for three years. Her cunt still ached from the wild fucking she had had in the theater.
Her body still remembered the painful experience. And yet the experience had taught her that it was real fucking that she needed. She was almost grateful to the rapists for bringing her so shockingly back to the real world of hot fucking. There would be no more sterile masturbation for her. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.
She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while her cunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of her lust. Nothing was beyond her now.
Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left the shower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of a cunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward her sixteen-year-old boy's room, her brain filled with images of fucking and sucking.
The light was off in Terry's room. She hoped he was asleep. As she stood outside his room, she realized that she had no idea in the world how to approach her son. She also realized now that she had no choice but to try, no matter how depraved her act would be, no matter how uncertain the outcome.
Sheila trembled when she put her hand on the doorknob and pushed it open ever so quietly. Terry was sleeping soundly, and no wonder. When she remembered that the boy had probably been fucking Wendy all night, Sheila's heart skipped a beat.
It was no wonder that the boy looked so smooth and quiet as he lay there bathed in the moonlight that filtered in through his open window. Terry's night of fucking had not been nearly as exhausting as Sheila's. And yet she still burned with a sex-fire that kept her wide awake and sensitive to every sensation, every sound, every scent, every sight.
She drifted to the side of the boy's bed and looked down at him.
She was overcome with love and passion for her long-neglected son. He was so handsome lying there, his naked body covered only by a thin white sheet. He lay on his back, his sheet down around his waist, his chest and arms exposed to her admiring gaze. She had never had the opportunity to look at her son so closely before, at least not in the years since he had developed into young manhood.
The horny mother feasted her eyes on the boy's youthful body, drinking in the smoothness of his swelling muscles, the rippling muscles of his hard stomach, the look of peace on his boyish face. He looked so innocent lying there that it was hard for Sheila to believe that only hours before he was fucking Wendy like the young stud he really was.
Sheila stood there in her son's room and stared at him with fucking and sucking on her mind. Her cunt was damp with dew, damp with feminine passion. She had to touch him.
She bent toward him silently, her full luscious tits jiggling slightly. She reached out, and her warm hand grazed his tiny brown nipples. Her hand dropped lightly on the muscles of his chest.
She dared to let her exploring hand travel down over his chest to his smooth stomach. She shivered when she traced a circle around his navel. She thrilled to the feel of the slight sprinkling of hair that grew just below his belly button and grew slightly thicker until it disappeared beneath his sheet.
Wild inside, Sheila's fingers sneaked beneath her son's sheet. She trembled when she felt the warm flesh of his lower belly, trembled still more when she felt him stir slightly. She dared not wake him. What would he think of her if he caught her feeling him up? She was his mother, not his girl friend! It would be too great a shock for the boy.
She drew her hand away quickly and started to leave the room, her heart racing wildly.
She was about to leave the room when something drew her back. Terry's flesh was too warm to resist. He was much too young and handsome. She couldn't simply walk away from him now, couldn't give up her depraved plan.
She almost ran to the side of the bed, falling to her knees and hoping beyond hope that he would remain blissfully unaware of the terrible things she was about to do to him.
Holding her breath, Sheila drew the sheet down over Terry's sleeping body, exposing more and more of his naked body. She sucked in her breath when she saw the nest of his sex-hair. She gasped when she saw the thick root of his prick. She dropped the sheet around his naked tanned thighs when she saw the full length of his prick.
It was even bigger than it had looked on the beach through her binoculars, even more beautiful. It was no wonder, she thought, that Wendy ate his cock up so greedily. She had to touch his prick! But did she dare? Did she dare touch her own son's naked dick? Surely he would wake up. And if he did wake up, what could she possibly say or do?
When she had entered his room, she had been prepared for anything. Now that she was about to make the move that could force an encounter with her young son, however, she had second thoughts. Her cunt made the decision for her.
Her fingers trembling, Sheila moved her hand down between her son's long muscular legs and approached his resting prick. Her fingers hovered over the eight-inch length of warm flesh while her other hand pushed his sheet down all the way to his ankles. She could feel the incredibly exciting warmth of Terry's prick as she allowed her fingertips to flutter over the skin of his cock.
Her heart fluttered when she wrapped her fingers around her sixteen-year-old boy's prick. At sixteen he was already as well hung as his father had been. In spite of her hatred of Blake, she suddenly swam with memories of how wonderful he had made her feel with his big hard prick. She wondered if Terry could make her feel as wonderful with his. She remembered the taste and scent of Blake's hard cock. She had to do it! She had to bend over the boy and see if his prick tasted as good as it looked.
Sheila lifted Terry's soft cock and held it up toward her lovely wet lips. The boy's cock-meat filled her hand and filled her lusty mind with excitement. Resting his cock in her hand, Sheila began softly kneading his balls, weighing them carefully, wishing that she could make their load of cum spurt through the shaft of his cock.
She sniffed the dark warm area between the boy's tanned legs and was immediately intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy with passion. She moved incredibly close to the sac of her son's sperm-filled balls and flicked out her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt his body stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let it linger at the base of his prick.
She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy's cock with her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into her face. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all the way up her twat. She wanted to gather his balls in her eager hand and squeeze until his body stiffened. But she had to be careful not to do anything that might awaken the boy.
Unable to resist kissing Terry's long thick prick, she lowered her pretty mouth over his groin and breathed softly on the dark hair of his lower belly. If she could only take the head of his cock in her mouth without waking him. She had to try.
Listening carefully for signs of her son's waking, Sheila opened her mouth wide and sucked in the soft head of his cock. Saliva ran from her lips and down the soft shaft of the boy's sensitive prick, dampening his balls. It wasn't long before his cock began to respond to his mother's oral efforts. Even while he was asleep his eager young cock was quick to lengthen and swell with blood.
Sheila knew that she was doing a terribly dangerous thing now. Surely her son had to feel the tingling sensation in the head of his prick as it stiffened and grew longer and thicker. Surely her son had to feel the tension that she caused to build in his balls. She was afraid that he would wake up at any moment, but still she continued to nibble and suck at his meat.
Sheila sucked at her sleeping son's rampant erection until it puffed out her cheeks. Seized by a sudden urge to see how large the boy's prick had become, she let the prick jerk from her sucking face and snap up against his groin. The head of the turgid cock extended well past his navel. She saw a droplet of crystal clear pre-cum ooze slowly from the eye-slit of his prick.
She flicked out her tongue and caught the tiny droplet, tasting its saltiness, savoring it, longing for more of the same. Wild and hungry for her son's cock, she grabbed the shaft of his cock and held it straight up from his crotch, going down on it voraciously, forgetting that he could awaken at any minute and find his mother sucking his naked cock.
Sheila's pussy was ablaze with sexual fire. Cunt-honey trickled down her leg. The lips of her wildly excited cunt were wet with dew. Her clit was alive with sensation. She had to touch herself, had to pinch the little bud of flesh while she sucked her son off.
If only Terry could stroke her satiny clitoris. If only Terry could press his warm lips against her cunt and sneak his tongue into her seething pussy. If only he could bury his big juicy cock between the wet folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and worked her pussy into a wet musky froth with her hand.
Terry lay there in bed blissfully unaware of the depraved things his lovely mother was doing to him. His blood-filled cock continued to swell with power as his horny mother's hand raced up and down the shaft. Jacking him off and sucking him at the same time, Sheila was slowly making a tearing ball-busting orgasm well up inside him. Could she do it? Could she make her son shoot his sweet-tasting cum into her sucking mouth without waking him?
Sheila thought she would die when her son suddenly stirred, started to roll over in his sleep. She held her breath and pulled her face off his cock just as he rolled over. She watched in horror as he rolled over on his stomach and began to stretch, forcing his huge dripping hard-on against the mattress. Surely he would wake up now. Surely he would feel the turgid head of his cock rubbing against the sheet.
She knew that she should turn and run from the room. Instead she stared at her son's flexing legs and ass, stared between the crack of his ass at the tight sac of his tense balls. She couldn't leave him now. She would wait and hold her breath.
Sheila's cunt tightened around her diddling fingers when she saw her son's body go limp again after his long stretch. He was still asleep. Perhaps she could have her moment of fulfillment after all. Perhaps she could make her son squirt his sperm all over his bed under the influence of her busily working fingers.
Her fingers pinching her clit and working against the flesh of her gaping cunt, Sheila sneaked her free hand under her son's warm body and found the still-hard stalk of his cock. She gripped the shaft of the boy's stiff prick and began squeezing and moving it against the crisp material of the sheet.
It wasn't long before Sheila felt the rush of her orgasm. She closed her eyes and stiffened in every fiber of her body. All the built-up sensations of her dangerous and wildly exciting night of fucking and diddling her cunt suddenly seemed to explode inside her. Her cunt flashed again and again, flashed with sexual electricity. Honey ran from the lips of her sucking twat. She buried her fist in her seething cunt and imagined Terry's cock inside her, pumping cream into her pussy instead of into his sheet.
Her mad fist-fucking of her son's hard cock continued even as she writhed in the heat of her climax. Just when she toppled from the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, Sheila felt her son's cock erupt. She felt his young body become suddenly as hard as steel as his charge of passion exploded in his balls.
Sheila sucked in her breath when she felt his ejaculation blasting into her hand. She thought he would never stop squirting his cum. She felt his body shaking as his nuts unloaded their pent-up energies. It was more than she could stand.
Suddenly filled with an unspeakable fear of discovery, Sheila pulled her hand from beneath her son's stirring body and stood up. Unable to resist tasting his cum, Sheila put her fingers to her lips. A wicked smile spread over her sperm-covered lips when she sucked his nutty-tasting cum into her face. She rubbed her hand against the gash of her cunt, mixing her son's hot cum with the juice of her pussy.
It had been beautiful, this first real encounter with her son. And yet it was not enough. There was something almost dreamlike about it all, something dreamlike about the way the moonlight spread a cold glow over her son's naked body and her own. Perhaps he hadn't really been a participant in their activities. Perhaps her manipulations had been little more than another masturbation fantasy. But she knew that she was one step closer to the encounter that would finally shatter the barrier between herself and her innocent young son.
Sheila's eyes roved over the stirring body one last time before; she turned and tiptoed out the door. Before she opened the door to her own room, she licked her lips and swore to herself that she would take the final step the very next day.