Lisa had entered the room and moved to a place right near Brad’s head. From his angle, he could see up her dress to her panties. Wow he thought, my mother’s pussy and my sister’s panties all in the same afternoon. He was doubly thrilled, for his sister was a ten on anyone’s scale. Her honey blond hair hung in waves to her shoulders, her face was movie star beautiful and her body rivaled his mother’s for a great figure. Her ass was partly exposed by the French leg panties she was wearing, and he could see the crack as they fit snugly into her crotch. He swung his face away just as she looked down, so he
was saved the embarrassment of getting caught. At least by Lisa, but when he looked at his mother, he saw she was aware of where he had been looking. A slight grin formed at the corners of her mouth.
Lisa left to go to her room.
“Brad, shame on you. Boys aren’t supposed to look at their sisters like that.” But she wasn’t scolding. Brad was surprised that she was taking it so lightly.
“I have to finish these receipts, just another ten minutes or so. You can go get ready to go and put Lisa’s suitcase in the van . . . or, you can wait until I’m finished and take it all out at once.” She wondered why she had left such an opening for him to stay.
“Uh, I think I’ll wait,” he stammered.
“Okay. As soon as Lisa leaves,” she said, “I’ll get back to work.” My God, she thought, what am I doing, I just invited my son to stay and stare at my pussy
A moment later, Lisa came back through the room on her way out the door.
“Bye. See you guys Monday,” she said and went out the door, swinging her tight little ass in form hugging white shorts.
Karen sat silent for a moment, then picked up her ledger and raising her knees laid it against them and began to examine the receipts. She knew she had just provided her son a full view of her hot and wet throbbing pussy. She blushed hotly all over, but she kept her knees together and her feet spread. She couldn’t remember ever being so hot.
Brad couldn’t believe that his mother was showing him her sweet clam shell, but there it was right before his eyes. The auburn hair covered her Venus mound and ran along both sides of her swollen lips. It tapered off half way down and the lower part of her pussy was sprinkled with only a few strands. Moisture had collected between the parted lips and droplets appeared on the inner lips and folds and then he saw her clitty. Like a little hooded prick, the sheath stuck out between the spread moist lips ending in a small opening where the hard nub peeked out. He felt the pre-cum spew from his cock and dampen his shorts as his cock grew into a rigid pole. He had returned to lying on his side, but now made no effort to hide his erection. Karen tried to keep her mind on her work, but from lowered lids she could see him staring at her. The thought that she was letting her own son view her nakedness and see her aroused pussy was a total surprise to her. She couldn’t imagine that she was capable of doing such a thing, yet here she was – legs spread for her son to see things only a husband or lover should see. The thought caused her passage to flood again. She wondered if she was dripping.
Brad had a big tent in his jeans. She wondered how big he really was. She wondered if he had fucked a girl with it yet. Finally she could concentrate no longer. She laid down the ledger, and sat with her head lowered. Then slowly she spread her knees. Now she sat with her short dress slid clear to her mound and her legs spread. She kept her eyes closed so she didn’t have to acknowledge his presence and could pretend that she was showing him her charms by accident. Inside she was boiling. A mere flick of the finger, or a tongue, she thought, would bring on the orgasm waiting just out of reach.
“You shouldn’t be looking at me when I don’t have panties on, and I shouldn’t be letting you.” She raised her head and looked at him, but his eyes were still focused on her spread legs and exposed pussy. “God, don’t ever tell anyone that I let you see my . . . ah see me this way.”
“I wouldn’t tell anyone that you let me see you with your panties off, mom. I never tell anything that goes on in the house.”
Karen knew she should close her legs and stop what was happening, but it seemed silly to close them now after she had allowed him to stare at her bare pussy all this time.
“I’m surprised that you’d even want to look at me with so many sexy young girls in town,” she said.
“Gee, mom you’re sexier than all the girls in this town put together. I’d sooner look at you naked than any one of them.”
“Well,” she said smiling, “I can see that you are enjoying yourself” Her eyes focused on the enormous bulge in his jeans.
Brad raised his eyes to hers and blushed. He couldn’t believe his mother was talking to him about his hard-on.
“I can’t help it, I’m too big for tight jeans anyway and then seeing your . . . ah I mean, you know seeing you naked . . . well it just got bigger. Ah eight inches is hard to hide . . . oh, I mean ah . . . .” He couldn’t remember ever doing anything so stupid as telling his mother how long his cock was. He flushed red from head to toe. He didn’t see the look that crossed his mother’s face, A look of surprise and lust that caused even her pussy to twitch.
“Eight inches? My God, Brad, really? You really are that big? That’s hard to believe.”
Suddenly Brad was on the defensive. He didn’t like being called a liar, and he had had more than one boy doubt his claim, now his own mother was doubting him. He spouted out his reply before he gave it any thought.
“Well I can prove it. Do you want to see?” he rolled over and quickly stood up. Still without thinking he jerked open his belt, whipped down the zipper, and shoved the jeans down his legs. Karen sat stunned. It had all happened so fast, she was unable to speak. Hooking his thumbs in his jockeys, he thrust them down. His massive cock sprang up and stood quivering between them. Eight inches plus of red shaft and purple head with rigid cords running its length. He stepped toward her, stopping with his cock wavering back and forth only inches from her face.
“There,” he said. “See, I told you.”
Karen gasped, she caught her breath. Her throat tightened, her pussy throbbed and she felt like she was going to faint. She knew she should pull away, and get up and leave the room. She should stop this now before anything happened. Instead, unbidden, her hand reached out and encircled the massive shaft standing before her.
“Oh, Brad, its beautiful. It’s huge, I’ve never seen anything so big. And it’s so hard.” She continued to hold it and then slowly her hand slid up the thick meat until she was cupping the massive purple head. She felt the pre-cum seeping from the end wet her palm and as if that was a signal, she slid her hand down the throbbing member until it reached his balls hanging below. Brad groaned in pleasure.
Again, Karen’s hand began the slow climb up the rigid hard-on until she reached the bulb of a head, then she allowed her hand to start the slide to the bottom of the twitching cock. Brad groaned again and thrust his hips forward, forcing his prick tighter into her clutching hand. Karen responded by increasing the speed of her hand movement. In moments they had passed the exploring stage and it was obvious that Karen was jacking off her son.
Now her other hand cupped his balls and gently played with the large sack while her hand drove rapidly up and down the thrusting throbbing red shaft.
Moisture formed on Karen’s face and she felt her pussy flood with a passion like she had never known before. Her eyes glazed with lust and her mind was occupied only with the rigid meat she was pounding.
Brad didn’t last long, he had been hot too long while watching his mother’s pussy and her hand on his cock was the ultimate pleasure. He felt the orgasm start deep in his balls. He knew it was about to come roaring up his tube.
“Mom, mom it’s going to happen, it’s coming.”
“Yes, honey, let it happen. Let it come, let it come.” Her hand speed increased until it was flying up and down her son’s cock. She wanted him to shoot, she wanted to see his juice spurt out of that massive purple head.
“Oh, mom, now, it’s now. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, cum, cum, ohhhh, mom.”
Gob after gob of the white juice spurted from his cock head as Karen kept pumping the mighty prick. White strings of cum hit her cheeks and rained on her shoulders and a few spurts even landed on her exposed pussy hair as it fell into her lap. Brad had never shot so much. More than a quarter of a cup full covered them both as the last sticky drops oozed from the slit in the massive head.