Mark Jacobs - Sucker for mom

She could feel her son's prick jerk suddenly in his pants as her fingers made contact with his hard male flesh. She felt her pussy quiver when she touched him where no mother ever dared touch her son.

Terry nearly saw stars when he felt his mother's fingers on the barely concealed head of his jerking prick. His own mother was feeling him up! His own mother was resting the palm of her hand over the incredibly hot length of his cock-bulge! Her free fingers were touching the swelling of his crotch. Even through his denims and underpants he could feel her fingers tickling the sac that held his sperm-filled nuts.

He sat bolt-upright and stiffened in every fiber of his hard young body. His mother was doing things to him that no one had ever done before. She was making him afraid and excited at the same time, and the strange mixture of fear and sexual passion was driving him wild.

How could she do those things to him? How could his mother cast off the taboos against incest and just start playing with his cock as if he were her lover and not her son? His mind reeled. What other crazy-wild things did she expect him to do? What other depraved things did she intend to do to him?

Terry sucked in his breath as if he had been punched in the stomach when he felt his mother's fingers working at his zipper.

Sheila tugged down her son's zipper and spread open his fly with both hands, peering inside his tight pants and nearly drooling with excitement. It had been so very long since she had unzipped a man's pants, so long since she had reached inside a man's pants of her own free will and explored his cock and balls with her warm eager hands.

The fact that it was her own son whose gaping fly she peered into made the experience infinitely more intoxicating. In spite of the comforting remarks she had made to her son, Sheila knew how dirty her act was, knew how depraved and taboo incest was, and the sense of wickedness made it more exciting to her, and, she was certain, to her son as well.

"Do you like my hands on your cock, son? Wouldn't you like to feel your mother's fingers on the naked shaft of your prick, Terry? Doesn't that make your balls ache? Just the thought of it makes my pussy tingle all over! Wouldn't you like me to get that big beautiful cock of yours out and rub it for you?"

Sheila looked into her son's open pants, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his denims with the eagerness of a loose slut in heat.

Terry tried to answer his mother, tried to tell her that she could do anything she wanted with him, but his voice failed him. The jerking and throbbing of his hard-on was all the answer she needed.

"I see you're wearing underwear this morning. You don't wear underwear when you go out with Wendy. Were you trying to hide this big beautiful cock from me this morning, Terry?" she teased, reaching into her son's pants and grabbing the pouch of his balls with her eager hand, cupping his nuts and squeezing gently on the sperm-filled balls. Terry almost choked when he heard her remarks about trying to hide his hard-on. It was as if she knew all about his dream and his uncontrollable sex fantasies about her.

He opened his eyes and stared between his legs as his mother pushed his tight Levi's down around his hips, exposing his lower body to her explorations. He still fought the urge to jump up and run away. But who would he run to? Where could he hide from the urges he felt toward his mother?

He sat before her like a child, letting her explore his genitals to her heart's content. He felt his urge to escape diminishing slowly the more she worked him over.

"You have a wonderful cock, darling! I saw it last night you know," she said matter-of-factly, looking into his glittering eyes for his reaction.

"You… you saw it?!" Terry gasped.

"Yes, lover, I saw it. I felt it too. Don't you remember something delicious about last night? Didn't you find cum on your sheets this morning, Terry? Didn't you have a nice wet dream last night?"

"God yeah! But… it couldn't have been you! It couldn't! I dreamed about… about you!" Terry's throat felt as dry as cotton.

"It wasn't really a dream, darling! I sneaked into your room last night and masturbated you until you came in my hand!" Sheila felt more and more lascivious by the second.

"But… why?" Terry asked, swallowing hard, his back stiffening as she tried to pull his hard cock out of his pants.

"Oh, I don't know, Terry, not really. Something happened last night that made me a bit horny. That's all, lover. I've been without a man so very long you know. And there you were, lying in bed and sleeping so peacefully. You looked so young and handsome lying there! I just couldn't resist looking at you. I pulled your sheet off and started playing with your cock, Terry. The more I played with it the harder it got, and pretty soon I was jacking you off just like I used to do for your daddy! I stuck my hand up my cunt and made myself come just at the same time you shot that big load into your sheets. I was afraid that you might wake up and catch me at it! I was terrified all the time, son. I suppose I must have felt the way you feel now. But I'm not afraid any more, darling. I'm much too hungry for cock to be afraid of you any more. You have such a nice hard prick! And I really need it! May I have it, Terry! Please?"

Sheila's cunt tingled with lust for her horny son.

"Oh shit, Mom! Yeah! I can't stand this any more! Take it! Take the Goddamn thing! You gotta take it now, Mom!" Terry cried, his lusts bursting and exploding inside him like bombs.

"Then you want me too? Do you want me as much as I want you? How long have you wanted me?" Sheila asked, her eyes wet with brimming tears of joy.

"Ever since I came back! I've thought about you all the time! Sometimes I even think about you when I fuck Wendy! I couldn't help it, Mom! I get horny whenever I think about you! You're so Goddamn sexy! You're the sexiest woman in the world, Mom!" Terry said, reaching out and touching his mother's shoulders.

"Stand up, darling! Let mother examine that beautiful prick!"

Terry obeyed willingly, if somewhat shakily, standing up and dropping his arms at his sides. Terry clenched his teeth and held his breath while his mother tugged his tight pants down to his knees. He felt considerable discomfort for a moment when the unyielding shaft of his cock was almost bent double as it pulled from his pants-leg.

"My God, Terry! It's even bigger than it was last night, but then I only saw it in the moonlight! It's even bigger than Blake's! Does it taste as good as it looks, dear? May I, son? May I taste your big hard cock?" Sheila licked her wet lips, looking wanton and wild.

Before Terry could answer, Sheila bent toward her son's towering cock and pressed her eager lips against the sensitive cock-head.

Terry shouted out loud when he felt his mother's lips against his dripping dick.

"Mom! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Oh shit! This is too much!"

"It's too much all right, darling. It's too much to get into my little mouth! But I'll try awfully hard!"

Sheila flicked out her tongue and licked up the rivulets of crystal clear pre-seminal fluid that ran down the shaft of his big erection.

Sheila wrapped her warm fingers around her boy's swollen prick and began beating him off slowly while she wrapped her wet lips around the underside of his cock-head and began sucking him with a passion. She forced her hand down the shaft of his prick until her knuckles touched the swollen balls and then moved it up again until her hand was near the flange of his slippery cock-head.

Terry stood on his tiptoes, his excitement was so intense. His cock stood straight up against his belly when his mother let go of it, harder and longer than it had ever been before.

The boy almost died when his mother pulled her lips away from his dripping cock and let it snap up against his hard stomach.