Mark Jacobs: Sucker for mom

"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.