Mark Jacobs: Sucker for mom

Sheila curled her naked legs beneath her ass and reached between them, sticking her finger all the way up her cunt and finger-fucking herself slowly. She stared wide-eyed at the youngsters fucking on the beach. She was so excited that she had trouble steadying the high-powered binoculars in her trembling hand.

"Okay, Wendy baby, here we are on the beach with nobody in sight. The sun's hot and so are my fuckin' balls. So how's about givin' my old cock a good suck?" Terry grinned at Wendy, his blue eyes glittering.

"You make it sound so romantic!" Wendy sniffed, her hand dropping on the huge bulge that swelled beneath her boy friend's tight trunks.

"Romantic my ass! Cut the talkin' and suck me off!" Terry said, scooting closer to this beautiful blonde chick and spreading his muscular legs to give her a better view of his swelling crotch.

"Aren't you bold!" Wendy gasped in feigned shock and amazement, removing her hand from Terry's cock-bulge and sitting up primly. She shook her pretty blonde head. "And what makes you think that a refined lady like me would do such a dirty thing for a nasty boy like you?"

"Oh shit, Wendy, I dunno. I just guessed from the way you were grabbin' my balls out there in the water you might like a taste of the old cock. Come to think of it, Miss Wendy, you've been feelin' my cock and balls through my trunks all day! Of course if you don't want to…" Terry smiled, rolling over on his stomach and waiting for tile hot-assed chick's predictable reaction.

"Don't be so hasty, darling!" Wendy smiled, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling. "I might take a little taste of your nasty cock, just a little taste of it mind you!" She laughed, falling beside her sixteen-year-old stud and kissing him on the cheek.

"Aw shucks, Miss Wendy, you know I can't give y'all just a little taste of prick. My cock's too damn big for just a little taste! I wouldn't wanna choke you with it, and I wouldn't want you to do anything you'd be ashamed of later, Miss Wendy," Terry teased, turning his face away from her. "I'll just beat off and shoot the stuff into this here beach towel."

Terry reached inside his tight trunks and grabbed his stiff prick, bucking his lean young ass against the towel for a moment or two.

"Oh no you won't, Terry Davis! Stop that this minute! We just can't have you wasting that delicious sperm of yours! I'm starving! Roll over and let me eat you all up!" she giggled.

"Naw, Miss Wendy, I… I respect you too much now!" Terry grinned.

"Oh please, Terry! Please let me suck your cock! I beg you! Let me eat your delicious dick!" she said dramatically, on her knees in the sand, her eyes closed beseechingly.

"Well, if you insist, Miss Wendy. I can't stand to see a girl beg."

Terry smiled, starting to roll over on his back again but changing his mind at the last minute. "Y'know, Miss Wendy, I think I deserve more than just a suck job now, after all that teasin' I mean. You cockteasers make a guy kinda tense, y'know what I mean? So how's about a nice massage to loosen me up a little?"

"Anything you say, Terry! Anything at all!" Wendy smiled, throwing her long lithe legs over Terry's muscular back, straddling him like a stallion.

When Terry felt Wendy's silken hands on his naked shoulders, he knew that he was in for one hell of an afternoon. Wendy had the warmest, softest hands he had ever felt on his naked body, and he had felt a good many hands. In fact, Wendy had to be the warmest chick he had ever known, and the most eager to fuck and suck.

She kneaded his tense muscles for him. Wendy knew exactly how to turn a guy on and keep him turned on until they both flashed off in the craziest orgasms imaginable, and it was just the kind of knowledge that Terry appreciated in a chick.

He had met Wendy the first day of his stay with his mother. Meeting his mother hadn't been the easiest thing for him, or, he realized, for his mother. He had expected some confusion of feelings when he saw her for the first time, but he had expected nothing like the strange and totally unexpected mixture of love and sexual excitement that had filled him that day. He had actually been wildly turned on by his mother! He still felt strange when he thought about it.

He hadn't recognized his mother standing there in the airport waiting for him with open arms. When he had realized that the dark and beautiful woman was his mother, he had almost pissed in his pants. She was infinitely more beautiful than he remembered her, a tall, smooth, cool-looking beauty with dark eyes that seemed to smolder with controlled sexuality.

Terry had almost gotten a hard-on right there in the airport, and things had gone equally badly for him all that day.

Terry had wanted to get away from his mother and the relatives and friends who had turned out to greet him that day. He had needed time to get away by himself and think things over. He had been lucky enough to find Wendy walking along the beach in the sunset.

He had made idle conversation with the luscious young blonde for a few minutes and had been amazed at her easy responsiveness. She had seemed totally open, totally free to communicate with him. She was just the kind of girl he had always wanted, just the kind of girl he had dreamed about at Bradford, and she had taken his mind off the lust that his sexy mother had kindled inside him. Before long the two sixteen-year-olds had become great friends, and great lovers.

Terry had fucked her that same night, after making excuses with the family. It had been one wild night on the beach, fucking in the moonlight with the sound of the surf pounding steadily in their ears, pounding as steadily as Terry's cock went in and out of Wendy's sucking cunt.

He had been fucking her every day since, sneaking out of the house every chance he got, putting the cock to the luscious beauty at any time of the day or night.

Wendy had no trouble finding the time to spread her legs for him. All she had to do was tell her aunt that she had a date. Her aunt understood exactly what she was doing when she went for those long walks on the beach and accepted her sexual activities as a perfectly healthy way to spend the summer.

Terry wasn't sure that his mother would understand his sexual freedom. He hated slipping away under ridiculously false pretenses and meeting Wendy secretly on the beach. Recently, he had introduced his girl friend to his mother, but he still hadn't been able to tell her his true feelings for her.

"Does that feel better, Terry?" Terry heard Wendy ask sweetly.

"Uh… yeah, baby, that feels great," he said, brought back suddenly by the sound of his girl's voice.

"That doesn't sound very convincing, Terry," Wendy said, moving her hands over Terry's back and squeezing his heavy muscles lovingly.

"Aw shit, Wendy, I'm sorry. Hell, baby, I was just thinkin' about somethin'," Terry said.

"We can't have you thinking too much, Terry. I want you to let your mind go free and enjoy this little massage," Wendy said, her hands on Terry's asscheeks now, squeezing his flesh through the tight material of his damp swim trunks.

When Terry felt Wendy sneaking her fingers inside the waistband of his trunks, he forgot his problems with his mother and abandoned himself to the wild thrills that free-fucking Wendy inspired in him.

His cock was hard already and had been for a long time, most of the afternoon in fact. She had been grabbing his crotch playfully all afternoon, and he had been grabbing at her silken titties at every opportunity. Her tits were barely covered by the tight little pink bikini top she wore. Terry liked nothing better than the feel of wet tit-flesh in his strong young hands, and Wendy had plenty of tit-flesh to feel.

But now it was Wendy's turn to work Terry into a hot frenzy, and Terry felt his body responding.