David Crane - Between mother and son

Taking him by the hand, Jessica led the youth up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom the bedroom next to her son's room, of course.

Standing beside the bed, she undressed Peter completely, kneeling before him to tug his jeans down and kissing his cock and balls a little while she was there. Then she guided him down on the bed.

He lay on his back, his young prick towering tall over his loins. Jessica, still wearing her open nightie, curled up beside him.

He waited. He was in her hands and had no doubts at all that he was going to get his prick stuck up her fuck hole.

He didn't even wonder why she was taking such a slow and leisurely approach. She bent over him, licking here and there, her lapper darting about sinuously. She began to go round the world on him. Avoiding his cock for she had no intentions of making him cream again, yet she tongued his smooth chest, nuzzled his neck, and licked his ears and lips and throat. She slid down and tongued his stomach, dipped into his bellybutton, ran her lapper through the wiry triangle of his cock bush.

Then, by passing his groin, she worked her way up and down his legs, licking him from his toes on up to the tops of his muscular thighs. She sucked his balls a bit, but still neglected his cock.

Her eyes kept sliding sideways as she kept a watch on the alarm clock beside the bed, but Peter didn't notice.

He didn't, have the faintest idea that this delayed foreplay had an ulterior motive that it was merely a time killing overture preceding the main performance and that he was to be one of the stars in the show.

Jessica cupped her hands under his hard ass and hiked his hips up from the bed. She was mouthing his balls and she wedged her face down lower and sneaked her lapper into the musky crack of his ass. She lifted him higher and licked out his asshole.

He gasped in a sort of awe. Was there no end to this housewife's depravity? He wondered. Was there nothing at which she would balk?

He hoped not.

She rimmed out his shit ring for a happy minute or two, then lowered his ass and suckled his balls some more. She kept glancing at the clock.

Peter lay back in a randy rapture and Jessica kept licking merrily away. The hands of the alarm clock moved inexorably on toward the appointed hour.

It was almost show time.

With five minutes to go, Jessica slid gracefully from the bed and stood up. She bent down to kiss the head of his cock. It was bubbling again. Then she stepped back.

Peter looked dismayed, thinking she must have changed her mind. But the voluptuous redhead gave him a promising wink and a lascivious grin.

"I'll be right back, darling," she whispered. Peter guessed she must be going to make some preparations necessary before fucking. He was a virgin. He knew nothing about such things. "Don't you dare jerk off while I'm gone?"

She said.

"No way!" he promised.

Leaving the young man naked atop her bed, Jessica, still wearing only her sexy nightie, went downstairs to await the arrival of the audience her son.

Jeff came hurrying home, hiding his hard on behind his schoolbooks and hoping that he could sneak right on up to his bedroom without meeting his mom. He sure didn't want her to notice his bulging groin.

But Jessica was standing in the hallway. When Jeff came in by himself, she was pleased, not wanting the presence of her daughter to inhibit things. Her daughter was getting jerked off onto in the bushes at the moment, actually, but Jessica didn't know that, although it would have thrilled her if she had.

Jeff paused just inside the door.

He was wondering how he could sneak his boner past his mom and why she was still in her nightie.

"Hello, darling," she said.

"Hi, Mom," he mumbled, jamming the schoolbooks protectively to his groin.

His posture was not as natural as he hoped and Jessica's eyes showed a merry glint.

"Have a hard day at school, dear?" she inquired.

Jeff blushed bright red.

He had certainly spent a day hard. But he guessed her query was innocent, a polite formality, and he shrugged. He moved down the hallway awkwardly, with a sidewinder gait, keeping his crotch shielded behind the books.

As he came abreast of her, Jessica leaned out and kissed him on the lips. It surprised him. She didn't normally greet him that way. But she was his mother and he could only assume it was a kiss of affection. He never dreamed that she wanted to kiss him because there was a film of fuck juice coating her lips.

Then she stepped back and made a point of shrugging elaborately. Her tits loomed out and her nightie opened almost as high as her curly vee.

"I had a hard day, too," she said not without truth. "I was just going upstairs for a nap."

The schoolbooks jumped in his hands as his cock leaped thunderously behind them.

If his mother was going to go to bed, maybe he would get a look at her naked body while he was busily beating his meat. The prospect made him quiver like a bird dog and his cock was pounding on the books.

Jessica turned, the hem of her semitransparent nightie swirling around her lovely legs. She went down the hall with her ass swinging provocatively. She started up the stairs. Jeff bent down to look up her nightie as she ascended, getting a flash high up her lush legs.

He waited until she was out of sight, and then hurried up, quietly, to his own room, eager to spy on his mom as she rested hopefully naked. Jeff tossed his books on his bed and darted into his closet. He very carefully removed the loose panel and peered through, already reaching for his groin.

He damn near fainted. His mother was standing just inside the door, but that wasn't what had caused Jeff to gasp and almost cry out in his amazement. There on his mother's bed lay a young man, stark-naked, with a huge hard-on standing from his groin, and balls as big as melons at the base. The boy, who looked no older than Jeff, was obviously his mother's lover. Poor Dad, Jeff thought, sorry for his father who was being cuckolded in his own marital bed. But Jeff's sympathy was modified by fascination. He figured his mother was very naughty to be unfaithful to his dad, but Jeff wouldn't have wished it any other way – not as long as he was right there, watching from a ringside seat.

Jeff was so thrilled by the sight that, for a moment, he even forgot to take his prick out.

Jessica waited just inside the door, giving her son time to get into position. She heard a faint scraping sound and glanced covertly at the wall.

That wall was in shadow, which was why she had never seen the spy hole in the past, but now that she was aware of it, she could faintly make out the oblong gap as the loose panel was stealthily removed.

Satisfied that the audience was seated, Jessica grinned and dropped her nightie. Naked and glowing, she crossed over to where Peter waited on the bed.

She curled up beside his flank, gazing lovingly down at his prick and glancing from the tops of her eyes toward the watcher's wall, as well.

Jessica, exhibitionist that she was, was measuring angles and calculating positions, figuring out just how to give her peeping son the best possible view.

She wanted to do a lot of naughty things and to let Jeff see all the juicy details.

She bent over Peter's prick.

His cockhead was flowing like a fountain, pre cum washing down the knob and stalk. His sweet jizz was flowing so heavily that his cock looked like a melting ice cream cone.

Now he was sorry that she had already sucked him off, wishing that she had waited until Jeff was watching before she gargled his goo. His next load was destined for her cunthole. But she guessed he wouldn't shoot off immediately, now that he had already been drained off once, and that she could safely suck his cock for a little while, giving her son an oral preliminary for his visual delight.