Coming mother Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Jay lay on his mother’s bed, flat on his back.
There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small
reading light on the bulkhead.
“I want to see,” she whispered.
Jay gazed at his mother. He didn’t feel shy, or embarrassed.
He felt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of
his shorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that
his mother found it fascinating.
He looked at her. Her silk gown clung to her slender body,
outlining it. The top strained over her pointing tits, the lace
exposing the creamy swells. He saw the shape of his mother’s
thighs, the way her nipples pressed at the tip. His cock jerked
back and forth as he looked at her.
Shellie sat near his thighs, staring at her son’s cock with
smoldering eyes. She was pleased with the size, the long shaft
and rounded head. She ran a hand up her son’s thigh, toying with
his balls.
“Beautiful,” she murmured huskily. “It’s very beautiful,
Jay.”
Her hands moved up and down his thighs, caressing his flesh.
She hooked her fingers into the waist band of his shorts, and
slowly dragged them down. Jay lifted his ass slightly as his
mother pulled his shorts to his knees.
Shellie again gazed upon his cock, watching his young balls.
They looked very full, loaded and hot. She moved her hand up his
leg once more, and stroked the tips of her fingers over his balls.
Jay gasped and looked down. He was breathing harshly with
excitement, and Shellie was pleased with his responses to her
fondling hand.
She drew one knee up, resting her chin on it as she gazed
hotly at his exposed cock and balls, gently touching them. She
wanted to expose herself to him, show him her juicy cunt, but was
afraid that once he saw her unusually long clit he might react as
his father had done. But since her pussy was bubbling with liquid
fire, she pressed her other hand to her crotch, exerting pressure
upon that throbbing clit-knob. When she moved her hand on her
pussy, the silky gown slipped along her thigh, revealing the
smooth, creamy leg to her crotch.
“Oh, Jay,” she mewled, closing her fist about his cock again.
“It’s so hard, baby! So very hard!”
Jay watched his mother, his eyes darting from her thigh to
the hand that was now rubbing up and down her crotch. He wanted
to see his mother’s cunt. It was exciting to watch her rubbing
between her legs as she pumped his cock. For his first experience
with a girl, it was plenty for Jay. No one other than himself had
touched his cock, and he enjoyed his mother’s hot fist around it.
“Ohhh, baby, I’d love to make you come,” Shellie whispered
hotly, squeezing his cock very hard. “I’d love to make you come
this way!”
She sat on his right side, her right hand moving up and down
his cock. She parted her long legs wide, but kept the other knee
up and her chin on it. She rubbed at her cunt through the gown,
breathing forcefully, her tits lifting and falling. Jay squirmed
his hips, unable to remain still beneath the stroking fist of his
mother.
“Oh, yes,” she mewled. “Move, honey! Move all you want. I
know you can’t be still when it feels so good.”
Jay was moaning softly now, his hips twisting as his mother’s
fist moved up and down his cock. Shellie sat with her legs
opened, her palm moving, feeling the wet heat of her cunt coming
through the thin gown. Her fist moved faster, and her palm rubbed
with increasing speed. She writhed her ass on the bed, whimpering
as she jacked her son’s cock. There was something especially
erotic about him lying there on his back with those shorts
stretched at his knees.
She licked her lips, tasting the wetness from kissing his
cock as he sat on his bunk. She felt the urge to lower her face,
kiss it again, lick at the head, swirl her tongue around it and
lap his piss hole. She resisted the urge, not wanting to startle
her son with such a thing. She rubbed her pussy, excited because
he was watching her do it, and she pumped at his throbbing cock
with her other hand. One of her thighs was completely exposed to
her hip, and Jay gazed at the inner flesh.
Jay moaned. “Oh, Mom, you’re doing it too fast!”
With a lewd giggle, Shellie pounded faster on his cock, her
fist flying up and down, smacking at the base with a soft sound.
Then she twisted her palm around the wet head, closed her fingers
about the shaft, and jerked vigorously again.
“It’s not so fast, honey,” she whispered. “Your cock will
squirt for Mother, won’t it? I can make your cock squirt, can’t
I?”
“If you keep going that fast, you will!”
He lifted his hips as his mother came down, and lowered them
when she pulled upward, making fucking thrusts at her fist. He
couldn’t prevent the movement. Her fist felt so good on his cock.
So excited to be jacking her son’s cock off, Shellie had
shoved her hand beneath her lifted gown.