Coming Mother Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Shellie dressed in her skimpiest bikini, one that hugged her
round ass very tightly. The lower halves of her creamy ass were
exposed, and her cunt made an exciting bulge in the front. The
top just cupped her firm tits, her nipples threatening to climb
over the top. Jay wore a pair of old jeans he had hacked the legs
from.
After a very late breakfast, they untied the houseboat and
navigated down the river. They cruised slowly, in no hurry, with
no destination in mind. They passed many people, some on
houseboats like theirs, some in small row boats, and many
fisherman.
Every male they passed had to look at Shellie, and she
reveled in their hungry stares. Jay did most of the steering as
his mother stood or sat on the front deck. He watched her,
knowing she was enjoying the attention of those they passed. He
was seeing his mother in a different light now. Maybe it was
because they were fucking, but he saw his mother as a desirable
woman more than as an extraordinarily beautiful young mother. He
noticed she would find some excuse to bend over when they passed a
fishing boat, her ass showing. Since he was inside the small
cabin where the wheel was, he was not seen. Jay knew she was
enjoying herself and the comments made about her body.
Until they passed two men in an outboard boat.
“Hot shit!” one of them called. “Hey, sugar, show me where
it comes from and I’ll drink a gallon of your piss!”
“Don’t pay any attention to him, beautiful!” his companion

laughed. “You can shit in my face any day!”
Jay noticed his mother flushed with such comments. They
didn’t excite her at all, he realized.
At mid-afternoon, they tied up at the bank, securing the
lines to some overhanging trees. Shellie prepared a light lunch,
and they sat on top of the cabin and ate. The sun deck was
fenced, about a foot and a half high. If they were lying down on
the sun deck, they would be out of sight of any one passing.
“I hope you don’t become as crude as those assholes were,”
Shellie said to her son. “Girls don’t like those things.”
“I know, Mom,” Jay replied. “But you sure enjoyed the
attention.”
“The attention, yes,” she confessed. “I’m a woman, and women
love to be admired. I just can’t stand men like those two. How
they think such rude comments will help them pick up a woman, I’ll
never know. Shit in his face, indeed!”
Jay laughed. “You almost pissed in my face.”
“There’s a big difference, honey. I enjoy a little perverse
play, but there is a line, after all,” she said.
“I don’t think I’d enjoy getting a face full of shit,” Jay
replied.
“What about a face full of piss?” she teased.
Jay looked directly at his mother. “Hot piss?”
“That’s the only kind,” she answered, her voice throaty.
“Well … I’d have to think about that,” Jay said.
She looked at her son closely. “That man didn’t mean he
would actually drink my piss, you know.”
“He didn’t?”
“He was talking about licking my cunt.”
Jay’s eyes widened as he looked at his mother. “Licking your
cunt?”
“Eating me,” she grinned at him. “You know, sticking his
tongue up my cunt and sucking and licking it, making me come with
his tongue.”
“That’s crazy, Mom,” Jay said, but his young body shivered.
“Oh, is it?” she asked, arching her eyebrows. “Why is it
crazy?”
“Who would use their tongue when they have a hard-on?” Jay
countered. “What good would it do him to suck your cunt when his
cock was hard?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised, baby,” she cooed, untying her top
and letting her flawless tits out to the sun. “Especially if he
had an eager woman who would … take his cock in her mouth, too.”
Jay’s eyes widened as he watched his mother untie the strings
of her bikini and slip out of them. She sat on the chair naked,
caressing her tits and twisting lightly on her nipples.
“Do you do that, Mom?” he asked, his voice husky.
“It depends,” she whispered, sliding a hand between her
thighs and caressing her cunt.
“On what?”
“You’re interested, aren’t you, baby?” she grinned at her
son, her expression lewd.
“You might piss,” he said, watching her part her thighs and
scoot her ass to the edge of the chair.

“I might,” she teased. “Are you thinking about sucking
Mother’s cunt?”
Jay nodded. “But I don’t wanna get a face full of piss,” he
said.
“Are you sure about that?” Shellie murmured, rubbing two
fingers along her long, distended clit.
Jay’s cock swelled inside his cut-offs, the head of his cock
slipping into view. Shellie gazed at it, licking her lips,
sliding a finger into her cunt. She worked it in and out, while
Jay watched. Shellie stared at the head of her son’s cock. His
comment about pushing his face into her cunt thrilled her. It had
been a long time since she felt a tongue up her pussy, and she
loved to be licked. Perhaps that was because of her extra-long
clit too. She didn’t know, but she loved to have her cunt sucked.
Her orgasms were powerful when she had a tongue inside her pussy,
or lapping at her clit, or lips sucking on it.
Jay didn’t know what to say to his mother’s question.