Scene Four
Lois & Phil
The girl Phil brought over was nice enough, but Lois couldn't make herself like her for some reason. They'd gotten settled in the living room after collecting a selection of snacks and soft drinks from the kitchen. They were watching some gory slasher movie, and the girl was cuddling up close to Phil, and squealing with exaggerated fear every other scene.
Lois tried to stay out of the way, hiding out in her bedroom like she usually did when he had company, but she found herself making excuses to interrupt them. She rummaged around in the kitchen for a few minutes the first time, then walked back and forth having an imaginary conversation with Tracy. She finally got to be such a pain, that the girl left before the movie was over.
Phil didn't say anything to her about it, but it was obvious that he was upset with her. He spent most of the afternoon in his room, then had come out and announced that he was going to karate practice. It didn't hit her till later that this was a Wednesday, and karate was on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
He'd come home about an hour ago, said hello as he breezed by, and went straight to his room. She hadn't seen him since.
Pouring another margarita from the pitcher on the coffee table, Lois flopped back on the couch and drank half of it, not even tasting the sweet concoction. It was after midnight now, and she'd killed half the pitcher already, and was feeling no pain, but her mind was awhirl with nasty images.
She kept replaying her lesbian love session with Tracy, which brought up images of Tracy and her son locked in a lusty embrace, their bodies writhing sweatily as they fucked each other frantically. But what bothered and excited her most was when those images morphed into her and her own son Phil sucking and fucking together like a pair of wild animals.
Even though she hated to admit it to herself, she knew that it was her own son that she'd shaved her pussy for. It was obvious that his tastes ran to the younger girls, and with her shaved pussy, she looked as young any of his girlfriends. The problem was, she'd actually have to show it to him before he'd know that.
Her hand moved down between her legs, gliding over the baby smooth skin of her clean shaven cuntlips. She knew she'd surprised Tracy when she told her she wanted to be bald down there, but when they saw it after all the hair had been removed, they both knew she'd made the right choice. With her petite build, and small tits, her bare pussy made her look like a teenager.
Letting her fingers slip between the slippery smooth lips of her pussy, she dipped a finger into her cunt hole, gasping, amazed at how wet she was. It had been hours since she fooled around with Tracy, and she'd showered twice already, but her juicy little quim was still sopping wet. She hadn't let herself masturbate all evening, because she knew she'd be fantasizing about her son.
I need to fingerfuck, she thought as she got to her feet and staggered down the hall, holding onto the wall so she didn't fall down. If I don't cum again soon, I'm going to go out of my mind. Maybe I should call Tracy, and see if she'll come over and eat me out again. That was a little dangerous, with Phil in the house. Or maybe they could have phonesex. She'd been wanting to try that for a long time.
Lois could see a light under her son Phil's door, and she stopped outside his room listening, but couldn't tell if he was awake or not. She knew that in her present condition, if he was awake, that she would end up spreading her legs for him, if not outright begging him to fuck her. And even as drunk as she was, she didn't know if she was ready to take that step.
She turned the knob, and pushed the door open just a crack and peeked inside. Phil was sprawled out on his back, sound asleep, with just a sheet covering his hips and part of his legs. The light on his nightstand was still on, and Lois told herself that she was just going in to turn it off for him.
She tiptoed across the room, and turned the switch on the lamp, but it didn't go out, but just dimmed. She turned it again, and the room sank into a deeper gloom, but still wasn't completely dark. She kind of liked the effect.
She was getting ready to turn and leave, when she noticed a small cigarette sitting on a coke can on the nightstand. She picked it up and sniffed it, her breath catching in her throat.
Oh my god! she thought, her maternal instincts kicking in, my son is smoking pot! I wonder what other kinds of things he's doing when I'm not around. Probably fucking those little whores like the one he brought home earlier.
The sudden image of Phil's sweating face hovering above her, contorted in a lustful grimace made her gasp, and she sat on the edge of the bed to steady herself. Returning the half smoked joint back where she found it, she took a long, slow sip from her drink, then sat it on the nightstand.
She sat gazing at her teenaged son, admiring his slim, well muscled body. He wasn't an athlete like Tracy's son, but he'd been studying martial arts for almost ten years, and his muscles were long and smooth, giving him a wiry appearance. His chest was well defined, and his midsection was a washboard of rippling muscle. She glanced at his crotch, and she wondered what kind of cock nature had blessed her son with.
I really shouldn't be doing this, she thought as she grasped the edge of the sheet and started pulling it down. I'll just take one little peek, and then I'll go to bed.
She kept pulling gently on the sheet, slowly revealing his lower belly, then the curly hairs of his pubes. She stopped and looked up at his face, making sure he wasn't going to wake up. Then, unable to wait any longer, she threw the sheet to the side. She gasped and her eyes went wide as she saw what her son had between his legs.
Oh my god, he's part elephant, she thought, then had to put her hand over her mouth as she started to giggle inanely. She stared between his legs, unable to believe the size of the meaty cock that rested across one thigh. Even soft, his cock had to be almost seven inches long!
I have to get a better look at it, she thought as she moved around to the end of the bed, and crawled carefully up between his legs. She stopped when her face was inches from his dormant cock flesh, exploring it with her eyes, then inhaling deeply, relishing the warm manly scent of his cock.
Looking up at his face again, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the root of his limp cockshaft, and squeezed it gently. Bringing her other hand up, she held his cock between her thumb and fingers, pulling the thick foreskin down, baring his prickknob, then letting it go, so it slid back up to completely cover the head again.
She'd never seen an uncircumcised cock before, but remembered that her husband had insisted that they not do the procedure. She was glad now that she'd let him have his way.
She let her clasping fingers drift along the length of his cock, feeling it start to stiffen and swell as she pumped her fists up and down. In less than a minute, it grew from a soft, warm snake into a long, hard pole of rippling prick muscle. She tightened her fingers around the throbbing bulk of his cockshaft, and stroked it slowly from the base up to the tip, enjoying the way it felt in her hand.
This fucking thing's got to be over eleven inches long, she thought giddily. I wonder if it's as big as Kyle's. Tracy had said his was like twelve inches or something like that. The thought of those two huge cocks made her cunt slit drool.
