Mark Smith - Easy young piece

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking."

"You were thinking what?"

"Well, that's an excellent idea. I think you ought to do it."

She looked confused. Then suddenly she understood and this time she did giggle.

"You mean fuck Jason?"

He was still tied to the bed when we walked in. I could tell from the look on his face that he was nearly hysterical from worrying over what was going on between us downstairs. I think he had visions of us calling the school board and telling them to come over to Mr. Kirkwood's house to see what he did in his spare time. He was glad to see it was only us. My mother stood at the end of the bed staring at him. I could tell that she was angry again, but she was also intrigued by the possibilities that his position on the bed presented her.

"My my, looks like my daughter managed to get you in quite a compromising position, Jason."

"Come on, Beth. Untie me for Christ's sake."

Nope. She took a long sip from her fourth glass of sherry, then reached out and took his cock in her hand. It jumped to life almost immediately.

"Well well well, looks like the same old Jason, doesn't it?"

We giggled hysterically. I don't know why it seemed so funny, but it did. I guess we were just on the same wave length. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched.

I wasn't certain what she was going to do, but I was certain that it was going to be interesting.

She absolutely tortured him for the next hour. It was beautiful to watch. Believe me, there's no woman in the world who can handle a man's cock like my mother can. She's amazing.

First she just played with him, letting her fingers run up and down over the smooth skin, pulling it over the head of his cock, and then jerking back down on it. Jason remained silent.

I could tell that he was desperately trying to ignore her, but it was no use. After all, he'd been hard for quite some time earlier in the evening when the two of us had been fucking, and at the end he hadn't gotten a chance to come. His cock must have been about to explode.

Once or twice during the first few minutes I thought I detected a slight shudder along the length of his cock, but each time my mother let her hands drop off of it for just a few seconds. She was going to drive him crazy.

The third time that he almost came, she let go, then stood at the end of the bed and took off her clothes. I could tell that she was getting hot herself, but I was pretty certain that taking her clothes off was designed primarily to make Jason even more frustrated and I was right.

"Want another drink?" I asked my mother as she sat back down on the bed.

"Sure," she replied, smiling and handing her glass up to me. Then she got on her knees in front of Jason.

"See you in a minute."

When I came back she was sitting on the bed at the opposite end away from Jason. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were in her cunt, spreading the lips apart and fingering her pussy.

"Keep your eyes open, Jason," she warned. I looked at him, his eyes were closed.

She reached out with one of her hands and began to tickle the sole of his foot. At first he thought it was funny, but after about thirty seconds I think he realized that, potentially at least, this was an exquisite form of torture. He kept his eyes open from then on. My mother went back to her cunt, letting her fingers play along the entrance for a while, and then finally slipping two of them inside her silt.

I tried not to stare, but it was no use. She ran both fingers in and out, guiding them expertly to the deep wetness beyond the entrance to her snatch. I felt my cunt becoming wet and drippy after I watched her for just a few seconds. I looked at Jason. His cock was absolutely rigid, jutting up from his body like a flagpole. He tried to remain still, but his crotch seemed to have a will of its own. He began to grind up against the air, a look of total frustration on his face.

"Ohhhh, poor little Jason," Mother cooed.

"Look, Jason. Don't you like what you see? How's my clit tonight? Nice and big, isn't it?"

He was going crazy. So was I, for that matter. My cunt was positively on fire. I could feel my own clit jumping around inside my pussy like it was alive. Then she took his cock in her mouth. With absolutely no effort at all she slid down the length of his meat, her lips parting smoothly and her throat muscles expanding easily.

Jason went wild. Almost before she had him completely inside her mouth, he began to jab madly into her. It was obvious that he was determined to explode as quickly as possible, but it was equally obvious that she had no intention of letting him do that. Again, just before he was about to shoot his load, she jerked free of him and left his cock suspended in the air.

"Aaaagggghhhh!! God dammit!"

My mother laughed. "What's the matter, Jason?" she asked sweetly.

"You fucking bitch."

"Thank you. I try hard."

"My fucking balls."

"Yes? You were saying something about your balls?"

"Fuck you."

"Now now, Jason. Mustn't talk that way. It isn't nice. What's the matter with your balls?"

"You know good and fucking well what's the matter with them. You're giving me the biggest fucking case of blue balls in the Goddamn fucking world."

"Such language."

I had to hide a snicker. My mother was keeping such a straight face through all this, and making Jason look like a complete idiot.

"Would you like me to finish you off, Jason!"

"Just untie me and get the fuck out of here."

"Now Jason."

"Listen, this shit's gone far enough. Let me get the fuck up."

"Look's like you're already up to me," she replied, gesturing towards his cock.

Jason clammed up. It was obvious that my mother was in complete control, and he knew it. She was going to do exactly what she wanted to do, and nothing that he could say was going to change it.

"All right Jason, I guess it's time to finish your poor little cock off. It's getting late."

The idea of calling his cock "little" almost sent me into another bout of hysterics, but I controlled myself. She took both hands and wrapped them around his cock, then waited. He didn't do anything at first, obviously not trusting her.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"Go on. I'm not gonna do it for you."

He hesitated, waiting for another trap, but finally he began to thrust up into the firm pocket that she had formed with her hands. It didn't take long. After about six strokes his face began to get red and I could tell that he was about to explode.

"Ohhhh Jesus! Ohhhhh! Uuuggghhh!"

I had never seen anything like it at the time, and I've never seen anything like it since. His cock must have been storing up cum for a year, or at least it seemed that way. He shot his load into the air.

The first glob was so huge that when it landed on his chest it covered an area the size of a small pancake. And it was only the first. For what seemed like an eternity, he kept shooting his jism into the air. It came out in great, long gobs that were white and milky.

They shot high into the air, and then fell slowly back down to his body. For a while it seemed like he was never going to finish, but at last he stopped shoving his cock into the air and my mother let go of him. His entire upper body was positively covered with cum. I would have loved to climb on top of him and rub my face and tits all in it, but I knew that my mother wouldn't appreciate me doing such a thing.

"All right, Honey. Let's go."

She got dressed. I wondered if she was just going to leave him like this. It would be a cruel thing to do, but she just might do it. Fortunately for Jason, she didn't. Just before we left she reached over and unfastened the bonds that held one of his hands in place.

"There. It might take a little while but I'm sure you can reach the other ones and get them off. Have a pleasant sleep."