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Sucker for Mom Chapter 7Chapter 7Terry was surprised in the morning to find his sheets covered with driedsperm. He vaguely remembered having had the wildest dream that night,but it took some remembering to coax his dream to the surface of hisconsciousness. It was almost as if he had tried subconsciously to forgetthe dream that had made his cock squirt sperm all over his bed.When he finally forced himself to remember some of the details of thedream, he realized why he had tried to forget it. He had had lots of wetdreams, but this one took the cake.He remembered seeing his mother standing over him as he lay half asleepin bed, remembered her as clearly as if she had actually been there inhis room beside his bed. He remembered her bulging tits bathed inmoonlight, remembered how her long silky hair cascaded over hershoulders and around her tits, framing them temptingly. He rememberedher touch on his stomach, on the hair of his groin, on the shaft of hiscock.It was so real, this strange wet dream. He remembered feeling her longlovely fingers wrapping around the hardening shaft of his cock,remembered them as if they were wrapping around his cock still. When helooked down between his legs and saw a healthy erection towering up infront of him, he knew that the dream still stirred his libido, and heknew that he would have a lot of trouble forgetting it.Terry had had dreams about his mother before, but never one so wildlyexciting, never one in which he had actually shot his wad just dreamingabout the beautiful woman. His feelings for his mother had been drivinghim wild lately, and Wendy hadn't done much to help him in his dilemma.All during his ball-busting fucking activities of the night before,Wendy had done her best it seemed to keep his mother in his mind. Shehad more or less forced him to use his mother's dildo on her, and shehadn't let him forget whose dildo he was sticking up her cunt.Wendy could be a teasing bitch at times, but what a girl!Terry had to admit that the hard-on that jutted up from his loins wasnot entirely the result of his wet dream. Just thinking about his mothermade his balls ache, and the ache was getting worse and worse all thetime. He knew that he would have to fade her eventually, and probablyvery soon since he smelled breakfast cooking downstairs. His mother wasa great cook in addition to being the sexiest woman he had ever known.He was surprised that his father had had the balls to leave a woman likethat for another woman. He couldn't believe that his mother couldn'tkeep a man happy. Knowing that such thoughts weren't helping him losehis erection, he tried to banish them from his horny mind.Terry's prick was still as hard as a rock when he stepped from theshower and looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom. He sneakeddown the hall to his room, still dripping wet, scared to death that hismother might come upstairs and see his hard-on.Terry toweled himself dry in his room, trying to forget his mother,trying to make his cock go down before he had to put in an appearancedownstairs. Every time his towel rubbed against the shiny head of hisstiff prick, however, he was made painfully aware of the state ofexcitement in which his cock remained. He was tempted to jack off andforce his erection to soften up, but he heard his mother's soft voicecalling sweetly from downstairs."Terry, darling, breakfast is served. In fact, it was served ten minutesago.""Be right down, Mom! I was just takin' a shower!" he called back to her.Terry grabbed the shaft of his swollen cock and started to jerk himselfoff. He changed his mind when he remembered that he would have to jackoff three or four times before his prick would soften up enough to hideit in his pants. He couldn't spend the whole morning beating off whilehis mother waited patiently downstairs with cold hotcakes.Giving up, Terry slapped the bulging head of his hard prick with theback of his hand and strode over to his dresser to get a pair of shorts."You fucker, you're always gettin' me in trouble!" he growled at hishard cock as he pulled up his underwear. "Get in there and quiet down!"He let the elastic band of his shorts snap sharply against the shinyshaft of his cock, making him wince a bit but not diminishing the sizeof his erection.Terry didn't feel particularly comfortable in underwear. He preferred tolet people see the size of his prick and he liked to feel his tightpants rubbing against his sensitive cock-skin. In fact, he liked to letpeople see his hard-on whenever his cock decided to stiffen up betweenhis legs. His prick was an object of pride for him and he liked to showit off.Showing his cock off to his mother, however, was quite another matter.He kept some shorts çankaya escort (http://www.ankaraescortuz.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort) around for emergencies since they helped him hide anerection when he needed to hide one, and this morning he really neededto hide one.As he pulled on his Levi's, he tried to imagine what it would feel liketo be caught by his lovely mother in such an obviously aroused state. Helooked down at his crotch after he had pulled on his tank-top and sawthe long hard bulge of his cock sticking down the leg of his tightpants. He couldn't hide a thing that huge and he knew it. He would justhave to struggle through breakfast and leave the house as quickly aspossible.As he stood in the hallway outside his door, a flood of images rushedthrough his horny mind, images of Sheila's long sleek body all naked andsoft, images of her nipples and the way they peaked and stood out inhard little pinpoints of flesh, images of her dark cunt and the way itrested like an a****l between her long naked legs, and all the imagesbathed in moonlight.He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. He had to put her fromhis mind. It was as if he had actually seen his mother naked and arousedlast night. It was as if he had actually felt her long silken fingerswrapping around the shaft of his cock.Terry stood at the top of the stairs and took a deep breath, stridingdownstairs as bravely as he could under the circumstances and trying toact cool even with a wildfire burning deep in his balls.Sheila, too, had been having quite a time trying to act cool. Her cunthad been blazing all morning. She had had the most blissful sleep shehad had in years the night before, having come the closest yet to afulfilling flash of sexual energy as she climaxed while jacking her sonoff.In the morning her cunt had already started to itch and tingle for morei****tuous activity. Now that she had plunged into her depraved desireshead first, she knew that she could do anything, no matter how taboo, ifher lust were strong enough.All morning she had been waiting to see him, waiting to see the youngboy whom she had helped to jack off juice all over his bed. She longedto look into the boy's eyes and see if he realized what she had done tohim the night before. She felt certain that he had discovered by now thehuge blotches of dried cum that remained on his sheets.She wondered if he remembered even vaguely the sensations that had putthose blotches there. She knew that he had been asleep, but perhapssomewhere deep inside him he realized that she had actually been therelast night, that she had really stood naked and hot beside his bed, thatshe had really played with his cock, that she had really made him shoothis load of cum into his sheets.She was half afraid to meet her son that morning. She would simply haveto be brave."Terry, I thought you weren't coming at all this morning. Did you ...did you have a nice sleep last night?" she asked when she saw the boycome striding into the dining room."Uh ... yeah ... I had a nice sleep..." Terry replied weakly, terriblyembarrassed about the length of hard cock that stuck several inches downhis pants-leg.Sheila noticed immediately that her son was walking stiff-legged. Whenshe realized what was causing his stiff-legged stride, her cunt shiveredwith excitement. He had a hard-on!She was dizzy inside as she tried valiantly to avert her eyes from thebulge of his crotch. She tried to look her son in the eye as he cametoward her, but her gaze kept flashing down below his belt.She knew that he saw her eyes drop again and again below his belt andflash back nervously to his face. There was no hiding her interest inhis horny state. She wasn't sure what to do now that the situation wasperfect for her first real encounter with her handsome young son, butshe knew that she had to act."Did you have fun last night?" she asked in a too-sweet voice, smilingas her son sat down nervously opposite her at the breakfast table."Fun? Oh ... you mean with ... uh ... with Wendy?" Terry was unable tolook his mother in the eye."Of course with Wendy, darling. Were you with somebody else last night?""Uh ... no, Mom..." Terry mumbled, thinking that his dream had been morereal to him than the wild night with Wendy, more real and moresatisfying."What did you and Wendy do after I left, Terry?""Do? Uh ... gosh, Mom, what ... what do you mean?" Terry's cock wasjerking in his pants.There was something strange in the tone of his mother's voice, somethingthat got to him. It was as if she knew what an embarrassing position hewas in. It was as if she intended to tease him mercilessly. How couldshe do a thing like that to him? His own mother!"Did you fuck her, darling?" Sheila forced herself to balgat escort (http://www.ankaraescortuz.com/ad-category/balgat-escort) ask, somehowmanaging to stare her son straight in the eye when she uttered thefateful words that would make this particular morning the most eventfulmorning in both their lives.Sheila's words hit Terry like a ton of bricks. How could she ask him apersonal question like that? Did she really expect him to answer her?He was suddenly so nervous that he dropped his silverware between hislegs. His knife and fork fell clattering to the floor. He tried toswallow a mouthful of food but was only able to choke and cough."Is something the matter, Terry?" Sheila asked teasingly. "Did I saysomething nasty?""G ... gosh, Mom ... I ..." Terry said falteringly, suddenly captivatedby his mother's mysterious eyes."I hope I didn't ask anything -- too personal, darling. But after all,Terry, I did leave the house last night just so that you and your littlegirl friend could ... fuck.""You ... you did?" Terry asked breathlessly.Sheila smiled. "Of course I did, Terry! Didn't you know that? I thoughtit was rather obvious!"Sheila wanted her son desperately. Her seething cunt burned for him now.She could have torn his clothes off him and ****d him on the kitchenfloor, her lust for the boy was so intense. She was thrilled by the lookof shock and innocence that had come over his face. He was a stud whohad screwed more girls than many men twice his age, and yet he hadmelted before her as if he knew little or nothing about sex. Sheila feltthat he was hers for the taking now."Well, Terry, did you screw the little thing?" Sheila asked wantonly."C ... c'mon, Mom ... don't ... uh ... don't make me answer that..."Terry begged."Make you? Don't be silly, darling! Make you indeed! I wouldn't make youdo anything! I merely thought that a well-rounded young man like you, ayoung man of the world, might not be embarrassed about such commonactivities as fucking!" She laughed. "If you'd rather not talk aboutit...""It's not that, Mom...""Oh, don't be silly, Terry! The world is full of people who think sex isdirty! I'm sure you'll get over it ... when you grow up," she teased."Aw c'mon, Mom, I don't think sex is dirty! A guy's not supposed to talkabout ... about stuff like that with his mother!" the nervous boy said."About fucking? Don't be silly. I see they didn't teach you much aboutlife at that expensive school you went to!" Sheila ran her tongue aroundthe rim of her coffee cup while she watched her son writhe in his seat."Well ... sure they did, Mom ... but talkin' about sex ... with you iskinda, well...""Dirty?" Sheila smiled, her eyes twinkling."Not exactly..." Terry said, his cock dripping with lust for his mother."Exciting then," Sheila said matter-of-factly."Exciting? Oh God, Mom! I ... I didn't mean that!" Terry said, feelinglike a little k** for the first time in years."It's not exciting? Something seems to have excited you, darling. Afterall, dear, you do have a big hard-on between your legs.""Aw, Mom!" he gasped, his voice higher than usual."Don't worry, darling, I understand. All boys get hard-ons occasionally.It's perfectly healthy. But I think you know that. Don't you, Terry?""I ... I guess..." Terry answered weakly, looking down between his legs,unable to look across the table at his mother.What was she doing to him? Didn't she know that she was making his cockthrob harder and harder all the time? Didn't she know that she wasmaking him shake all over? He felt like jumping out of his seat andrunning upstairs to the safety of his room.He hadn't felt so nervous and horny in years, ever since he had fucked agirl for the first time. But this wild experience was even worse, andhis mother showed no sign of stopping her maddening teasing."You haven't answered me yet, son. Did you fuck darling little Wendylast night?" she asked playfully. "Don't be shy, Terry.""Uh ... yeah..." he said almost inaudibly."Speak up, son," Sheila said, feeling wicked beyond belief."Yeah ... I did.""Did you enjoy it?""Uh-huh ..." Terry muttered."Is she a good fuck, Terry?""Aw c'mon, Mom! What're you doin'?" he begged, his balls aching."I just want to find out if my son is getting the kind of ... fucking hedeserves, darling. I don't mean any harm. Trust me, dear. Now tell mehonestly. Is little Wendy a good lay?" Sheila's wet lips wereglistening, her eyes blazing with unconcealed lust."Yeah, Mom, she ... she's good," Terry managed to whisper.There was something about talking this way to his mother that drove himwild. It was so dirty, so taboo. And she seemed to be taking some wickedpleasure in making him squirm. There was nothing he could do now but sitthere and let her tease him mercilessly. elvankent escort (http://www.ankaraescortuz.com/ad-category/elvankent-escort) He got the impression that shewas after something. But what? What could his mother possibly want ofhim?"She's just good?" Sheila breathed."She's great..." Terry admitted."Does she ... does she suck your cock for you?" Sheila asked obscenely,leaning forward and winking at her son when he caught her eye."Oh Christ, Mom!" Terry begged, fighting off the urge to bolt and run."Does she take your cock in her mouth and suck until you squirt it intoher face?""Oh shit, Mom! Come on!" he nearly cried."She certainly must do something for you, Terry! After all, you have ahard-on all the time! Wendy did make you hard this morning, didn't she?Didn't you dream about her all night and didn't it make your cock stiffthis morning?""Well ... uh ... yeah ... I guess," Terry admitted reluctantly."Does she suck you off?" Sheila asked again, pressing for an answer toher dirty question."Yeah, she does, yeah..." the boy struggled."Does your cock get big and hard in her mouth, darling?" she asked."Yeah...""You have an awfully big cock, don't you, Terry?""Well ... I ... I guess I do..." he stammered."I know you do! You must be awfully proud of it, Terry! You always wearit so well!""Please, Mom, don't! Don't! I ... I'm scared! You're makin' me..." Terrywas hoping beyond hope that she would leave him alone before he creamedhis jeans."Am I making you horny?" Sheila asked, feeling her cunt moisten."Yeah!" Terry almost bawled.Sheila laughed out loud, her voice ringing with lust. She was going togive her son the treat of his life, whether he wanted it or not. She gotthe impression that he wanted it now at least as much as she did. Shewas behaving in a dangerous and frightening way and she knew it. But shehad to have her son, had to hold him in a fucking-hot embrace."Don't be afraid, Terry. Sometimes a mother takes more than a casualinterest in her son's sex life. Don't you understand, Terry? You've beenaway so long and I've been awfully lonely. In fact, darling, I haven'teven been with a man since the divorce. Now that there's a man in thehouse again I can't help thinking about sex again. Do you understand?"Sheila reached across the table and took her son's trembling hand inhers."I ... I guess. But why are you doin" this to me? How? I mean ... howcome I'm gettin' so ... so horny?" Terry felt the shaft of his cocksqueezing his hot balls together in his tight pants."I suppose it's only natural, in an unnatural sort of way," Sheilareplied, pressing her son's warm hand. "Then I do make you horny? I didmake you hard?""Yeah, Mom, you did!" Terry said, unable to lie to his mysterious andball-stirring mother.Sheila felt herself suddenly carried away with emotion. So her son lovedher after all, loved her in perhaps the same wild way she loved him. Itwould be easy now to move toward the goal she so desperately longed toreach, the goal of fucking her strong young son."You've been horny before, haven't you?" she asked."Well ... sure, Mom. I'm always horny! But ... well, a guy's motherisn't supposed to make him horny!" Terry said, looking deeply into hismother's blazing eyes now, becoming more and more convinced that shereally enjoyed doing such wild things to him."You're a healthy boy. Terry. I don't think there's anything tooabnormal about your reaction to my ... to my charms," Sheila teased."I didn't mean that, Mom! But it's not ... right!""Not right? Don't be silly, Terry! Who's to say what's right and wrongin a sexual relationship, darling? The people involved. Right? Didn'tthey teach you all about sexual freedom at Bradford?"Sheila took a tighter grip on his hand."Sure, Mom, I know all that shit. But this is different...""Not really, darling. I need a man and you seem to be a man. And what aman!" She smiled seductively. "Of course it would be just a bit nasty.But that isn't the same as being 'wrong'. Nastiness might make it morefun, Terry. Do you understand?""Oh God! Mom! I ... I can't! You can't!" Terry stammered, still wantingto run away but unable to even rise to his feet."Don't be silly, Terry! I'm sure you can and I know I can!" Sheila saidwickedly, imagining the size of Terry's excited cock and balls. "I thinkI can satisfy you as well as little Wendy can. Would you like me totry?""Oh, Mom! Mom! Oh crap!" Terry gasped, his mouth falling open when hismother stood up."You must let me try to satisfy you, Terry! What do you like best,darling?" Sheila asked, moving her chair back and stepping around toTerry's side of the table, noticing with delight that his eyes remainedfixed to hers all the while. "You don't answer. I suppose you're a bitnervous. That's to be understood, dear. Does Wendy do anything to makeyou relax? Does she massage your big strong muscles for you, darling?Does she?""Yeah, Mom! But you ... you can't do that..." Terry nearly cried,holding his breath when his lovely mother fell to her knees beside him."I'll make you relax, darling!" she smiled. "Sit this way, Terry."