Coming Mother
(Hetero Incest, WS, Anal Rimming, Masturbation, Exhibitionist, Voyeurism)
Chapter 1
Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun burning into her already golden flesh.
She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her big buttocks was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch the inside of her big thighs.
Shellie was thick, like a brick shithouse. She had curves and hollows that excited the beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman.
Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made other women envious.
Shellie’s tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them narrow. They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples arching toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been firm, tight, and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned by the hands of a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint of roundness below her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy, flowing into exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly shaped, her legs were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her ass was large and plump, the cheeks tight and rounded, the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.
Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair that excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her cunt, puffy and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially with her legs closed. The only problem with Shellie’s pussy, if such could be called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It was a good inch in length, and she knew there weren’t many women with such a clit.
Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem, it had caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very tiny cock, and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But Shellie’s clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that her cunt itself wasn’t sensitive; it was. She could easily come with a dick inside her cunt, the friction of a hard dick sliding in and out of her wet cunt lips creating a wonderful spasm of orgasm in her. But if her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie would often go out of her mind with ecstasy, and come many times before the spasms would fade away.
Shellie enjoyed her clit.
When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost an inch long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb, and work it up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch this once, and he had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a boy jacking off. Needless to say, his attitude cut into their relationship, and soon they were sleeping in different beds, and no longer fucking. Since her divorce, Shellie had been stroking her clit and making herself come as her sole means of gratification.
And hating it.
She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The background noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves against the hull of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft clatter of her son inside the boat was a comfortable, familiar sound. The river was wide, and clean, not muddy and dirty like so many rivers. The banks were lined with shrubbery and trees, and she had steered into this very small cove and docked for the rest of the afternoon.
The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school year, and now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to enjoy the river before he would return to school. Maybe they would find a nice place to live on the houseboat where he could attend school, too.
The houseboat wasn’t large, but quite luxurious. It contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the queen-sized bottom bed.
“Mom, where’s the damned tea?” Jay called.
“Honey,” Shellie called back in a lazy voice. “You know I don’t like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top shelf above the refrigerator.”
“You want a glass, Mom?” He called, paying not the slightest attention to her very mild complaint.
“That would be nice,” she replied.
She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her husband had drawn away from her, she had turned her affection toward her son, and Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.
As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed a smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis. Jay had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at the front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his dick straining in hardness.
She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him without raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea and, as she lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the way to her nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing. While Jay sat in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her head. She looked at her son with slitted eyes.
He was looking at her, too. She didn’t mind him looking at her; she was used to being looked at, and her son was a man. Well, a boy, really, but he was showing a very intense interest in girls, lately.
The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to see a cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls, all of them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved, and Jay waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.
The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward them, sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass. The girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in the air with the obscene gesture of fuck you.
“They’re not very nice, are they?” Shellie said, sipping her iced tea.
Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was looking at his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw one of her tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy, gulping sound.
Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was okay if her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his mother, her tits were no different from those of any other woman, although firmer and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a more comfortable position. Her long clit had begun to throb and swell, and it pushed at the pad beneath her.
Jay watched his mother’s ass wiggling, and again he made a swallowing sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother’s crotch.
Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn’t close her thighs. With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she found herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very gentle, almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the mat, knowing her son was watching.
Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother’s swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her crotch at the mat. His dick began to throb, and he made no effort to conceal it. Shellie, with her eyes slitted again, peeked at him, watching his dick press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She found herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to move of their own accord.
Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.
Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been teasing her son sexually, making his dick hard, doing things to draw his eye. She considered her actions, and discovered she wasn’t in the least ashamed of it. Her son was interested in girls, and she was girl, although his mother. She closed her eyes and found herself wondering about Jay’s dick, his balls, his young ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was far too young to have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she was sure. She began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on, his dick and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass, pressing her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet heat.
From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a window screen, his dick in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her big ass and thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of pleasure through him.
When he first began to jack off a few weeks before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started looking at girls within tense desire, wishing he had one to shove his dick into.
Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his dick in a frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin, jerking off wildly.
She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her son’s quick intake of excited breathing.
She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay’s soft grunt as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing her tit beneath her, but leaving her big legs open.
Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open, and peeked.
Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his dick out. Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the knowledge that he would pull his dick out with her there and take a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could not see much of his dick, seeing him piss created a heat inside her pussy that almost caused her to come again.
Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved about the small kitchen. She couldn’t resist, and, humming softly, did a few dance steps that made her big ass moving suggestively.
Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly now.
When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son’s bunk.
Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.
Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son jerking at his dick. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started working on it with short jerks.
“Oh, fuck it!” Shellie suddenly gasped.
The rustling above her stopped.
“What did you say, Mom?”
For a moment, Shellie couldn’t believe she had said that.
Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.
“I said, fuck it!”
“Mom!”
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed, smashing her clit hard. “I know what you’re doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you’re doing, you did it near the window, and you’re doing it again!”
Silence greeted her words.
“Jay, you’re jacking off!” She said. “I know you’re playing with your dick, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at me.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” Jay asked, his voice quivering with part fear, part excitement. “I’m not doing anything like that!”
“Bullshit!” Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to her feet.
She looked over the edge of her son’s bunk, but Jay had pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His dick stood up, tenting the sheet.
With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from her son’s body and saw his big dick sticking through the fly of his shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.
Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his mother tore it from his hands.
“Look at you,” she said, her voice husky. “Lying up here above me, jacking that dick off! And me… And me…”
Her hand shot out and closed about her son’s dick. Jay gasped as his mother squeezed his dick hard. He lay stiff and unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother said was true, but he didn’t know how she knew. He wasn’t afraid; he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his dick.
Shellie felt the heat of her son’s dick searing her fist, felt the throbbing of it. She held his dick as tight as she could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging dickhead in the shaft of moonlight.
“Oh, God!” She whimpered with excitement.
Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly. Up… Down.
“Mom, do you know what you’re doing?” Jay gasped.
“Yes, damn you,” she groaned. “I know perfectly well what I’m doing. I’m jacking your goddamn dick, that’s what I’m doing!”
Jay gritted his teeth. His mother’s fist wasn’t moving very fast on his dick, but it was going up and down. The sensations were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he could, not knowing if he should move or not.
Shellie pumped her son’s dick as she stood on her bed, her pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of her son’s dick bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his balls and grasped his dick again.
“Ohhhh, Jay!” She whimpered, racing her fist up and down this time, holding his dick tightly.
“Mom!”
“Come here,” she said, pulling at his dick. “Jay, climb down to my bed.”
As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight grip on his dick as if afraid it would disappear. With her holding his dick, Jay couldn’t drop down to her bed. Shellie brushed her cheek over his thighs as she stared at the hard-on. Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted her face to his dick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss, right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit to lurch.
“Now, climb down, baby,” she said in a very low, throaty, voice, turning his dick loose.
Continued in part 2
by Kathy Andrews