Jeff Davis - Mom_s hot lesson

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted. His hips slammed upward and stopped. Doris felt the tremor in the shaft that preceded the first gusher. She moaned around his cock and waited eagerly.

The juice burst hot into her mouth, filling it almost to overflowing. She swallowed quickly and urged the next spurt with her tongue. It came, almost scalding and just as abundant. She was swallowing furiously.

Pete was gurgling and groaning. His rigid body trembled and jerked. Her fingers squeezed his balls, bringing the final thick geyser from the slit in the head of his cock.

His body collapsed back into the chair, his breathing harsh. She suckled his cock gently, savoring the final drops of his cum and the tremors that ran through it.

It slid slowly from her lips and she looked up at her son. His eyes were closed and his lips parted to ease his breathing.

His eyes flickered open and he looked down at her. He smiled weakly, back at her.

"Good?" she asked.

"Fantastic!" he exclaimed.

"It was delicious!" she sighed.

His fingers touched her cheek and he looked at her for several seconds. She kissed his lingers and rose to her feet.

"It also made me very thirsty. Want a Coke?" she asked.

Her pussy lips rubbed together wetly as she walked to the kitchen.

For the next day or so, Pete seemed to avoid his mother. Doris wondered just what was going through his mind. She was a little worried. They had been close before this affair had developed. She felt that they should still be close, if not closer.

The teen sat through lunch, picking at his food.

He hadn't maid anything during the meal. He pushed back from the table and started to rise.

"Pete," Doris said softly.

"Yeah?" He glanced at her, then away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing" He carried his dishes to the sink.

"Yes, there is. You've been pretty quiet for the last two days. Please tell me what's bothering you.

Pete turned and looked at her for several seconds. His face softened and he crossed to the table and sat back down. He rested his forearms on the table and looked down at the palms of his hands.

"I guess I'm a little confused about what we've been doing," he confessed. His voice was barely a whisper.

"Why?" Doris reached across and put her hand on his.

"It just doesn't seem right, somehow. You know the guys get a little carded away with their language and one of the dirtiest things for them to say is about a mother."

"And just because it's dirty to them, you feel dirty?" She watched his face as he, looked up at her.

"No, but I sometimes wonder if it's right."

They sat for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes. She smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I understand how you feel. At first, I felt the same way. Maybe worse. But I thought it all out and it seems only natural and right."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but-"

"Let me finish. The girls your own age are still a little young for sex and those that are doing it, are inexperienced and won't have the feelings for you that I do."

Pete sat very quiet and very still for several minutes. His eyes were fixed to the table top as his mind thrashed out her words and ideas. Finally, he looked up at her. His face was relaxed and he nodded.

"You're right. I guess I just have to get the hang-ups out of my system." He smiled.

"Now, anytime you have something on your mind, tell me about it. I go through hell when you mope around here and don't say anything. It was about to drive me nuts."

"From now on, I will," he assured her. "I've got to get out of here. I told Mark that I'd meet him at the theater at two and it's ten till. I'll have to run all the way to make it." He jumped up and kissed his mother's lips.

"Bye. Have a good time," she called after him.

"Bye. See you later," he called back.

The door closed behind him and Doris sat staring at it for a long time. She smiled to herself. Now that she had won him over, it was time to bring about the last step of the seduction. It had been torture, having his cock in her hand and in her mouth and not putting it in her pussy. Her cunt spasmed at the thought of his hard dick, burrowing into it. Tonight was the night.

After dinner, they sat on the sofa and wrestled playfully, laughing and tickling each other. Doris felt like a teenager again. Several times, his fingers had brushed or bumped her breasts through her blouse and she had felt the nipples go hard and hot. Her pussy was wet and warm.

"Hey! Time out!" she squealed. They both dropped back onto the sofa, panting. "I'm about ready for a shower. How about you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I feel a little sticky," he replied.

"I know! Let's take one together!" Doris suggested.

Pete looked at her for a moment. He grinned at her and decided that it was a dare.

"Okay!"

A tremor ran through Doris. Her pussy pulsed and her stomach churned with anticipation. Grinning back at him, she took his hand and rose; pulling him to his feet.

She led him down the hall and into the bathroom.

"I'll undress you and then you undress me," she said. Her voice was thick with passion and his face was fast becoming a mask of lust as he looked at her and let her words soak in.

Without waiting for an answer, Doris undressed him and stood back to admire his swelling cock.

Pete didn't hesitate to undress his mom and in moments They were stepping into the shower stall.

"Now, for the shower," Doris said, adjusting the water flow.

The water sprayed, steaming into the stall. Doris stepped under it and beckoned Pete to join her. Their bodies humped and rubbed wetly together.

"I'll lather you and after you rinse, you can lather me, okay?"

"Yeah," Pete grunted.

He stood still as she worked up a lather in the washcloth and a shiver ran down his spine when she touched it to his shoulder. She smiled at him through the steam and worked the soapy cloth over his shoulders and, arms, returning to his chest.

She moved the cloth in circles over his chest and slowly down to his belly. His cock pulsed just inches away.

Doris worked slowly toward the pulsing shaft, savoring the eventual contact. She soaped his belly and then his thighs, avoiding his crotch and his cock. Her hand slipped between his thighs and moved in slippery, soapy circles up toward the sac that hung beneath his cock. She cupped the sac in the cloth and lathered the soft skin. Pete's body was trembling. Her fingers slid upward, wrapping the soapy cloth around his Throbbing cock. She stroked the length of it slowly and sensuously.

Pete tilted his head back and his eyes closed. He trembled under her touch. His hips jerked with the intense sensations that her fingers were stirring up in his crotch. Just as he was catching the rhythm of her motion, Doris pulled her hand away from his hard cock.

"Now, turn around" she said hoarsely.

The teen turned his back to her and she re-lathered the wash cloth and applied it to his back. Her hand moved in circles over his hard back, dropping slowly toward his narrow, firm ass. The cheeks of his ass bounced under her brisk lathering. Her fingers pressed the cloth between the firm cheeks and soaped the crack. Her finger slipped back into the soapy crevice and probed gently at the puckered hole hidden there. Pete gasped at the teasing finger as it slipped into the ring of muscle.

Suddenly, her hands left him and then she turned him around and, stepping aside, she guided him under the spray of the shower. Rinsed, he turned to her and took the washcloth.

She stood still as he lathered the cloth. Her wet skin was shiny. His hand reached out, placing the cloth on her shoulder and rubbed the snap over it. She let her eyes close and savored the sensations of his strong young fingers as they lathered her shoulders. The cloth slipped down round her neck and across the tops of her breasts. Her nipples tinged under the caress.