Chapter 2

As soon as his mother had left the room, Jimmy took the magazine off his lap and began to rub his throbbing cock and balls through his jeans. He thought that he should go up to his bedroom and jerk off behind a locked door, but his prick was so heavy that the thought of lugging it, unemptied, up the stairs was distasteful. His iron-hard prick was already jammed uncomfortably in his jeans and he figured it would be downright painful to try to walk that way. His cock was pushing the front of his jeans out like a tent and his balls were swollen so massively that his legs were almost bowed around them.

He decided to jack off right there in the comfort of the easy chair. There was the risk that his mother might return and catch him at it, but that element of danger only added another dimension to the thrill. Somehow, he didn’t think that she would be surprised, or that she would disapprove. It almost seemed as if she had deliberately flaunted her voluptuous body and exposed her pussy. It was shocking to think that his mom would do such a naughty thing, and exciting. He knew that she was a horny woman because he had often heard her wailing and moaning in the marital bed, and this wouldn’t be the first time that Jimmy had thought about his sexy mother while he pounded his prick to a frazzle.

He closed his eyes, summoning up a vision of her bushy, soaking pussy. He rubbed his cock through his jeans add cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. He was so hot that he could feel the thick jizm slashing around inside those swollen balls.

He drew the zipper of his fly down. His cock shot out of the opening like a guided missile, standing high over his belly. Jimmy refastened the waistband and his fly spread open in a wide wedge. He reached in and hauled his balls out. He stared down at his prick, amazed by how huge and hard it had become. Jimmy was fascinated by his own hard-on.

But not as fascinated as his mother.

Virginia had sneaked back to the living room door and carefully peered around the corner, just in time to see her son haul his prick out. Her green eyes flared and she had to stifle a moan of desire.

Virginia simply adored big pricks, and Jimmy’s cock was a fucking masterpiece! His balls looked huge jammed between his lean thighs and, rising from his loins, the stalk of his cock was long and thick and rock hard. Dark, pulsing veins writhed up the underside of his cockshaft and spread out under his mushroom-shaped knob. That massive slab of cockmeat was deep purple, glossy and shiny and throbbing. His pisshole was parted and a few drops of frothy pre-cum had oozed out and trickled down the cock-knob, like lashings of whipped cream on a plum.

Not touching himself yet, the horny teenager moved his ass and hips, humping up from the chair and thrusting his prick up over his belly. His cockshaft was so long that the knob was standing nearly as high as his breastbone. A creamy ribbon of pre-cum slithered down the slope of his purple slab and ran down his cockrod, tracing the pulsing vein.

His cockmeat was slimy with his cum seepage, and it was a mouth- watering sight. Virginia began to drool as she stared at his hard-on. She felt as if her eyeballs were going to melt from the fiery intensity of her gaze.

Her cunt rippled and flowed and her clit flared. The woman felt as if her loins were hollow, a void abhorred by her nature. Oh, how she would have loved to have her son’s gigantic cock thundering up her fuck-hole! Wild, incestuous desires raced through her fevered mind and her fiery body responded. Her nipples shot out like rockets ready to be launched and a tide of pussy cream filled her slot. Her clit felt like it was being pulled right out of her cunt as it swelled and expanded. Her tongue slowly slid back and forth across her lower lip, flicking like the tail of a hungry cat that was staring at a feast. She felt dizzy with fuck-lust, not knowing which end of her voluptuous body was hornier, her steaming cunt hole or her ravenous mouth. Those two holes seemed interchangeable. Her tongue was tingling as much as her clit and her mouth was drooling as heavily as her pussy was flowing. Even her trim little asshole was rippling with longing for a load of cock.

Virginia reached down and cupped one open hand over her cunt slot, holding herself as if she were trying to keep her creamy juices from escaping, to contain her passion. She sank very slowly down to the floor, kneeling over her hand. She began to fondle her explosive tit tips with the other hand, pulling and rolling the taut nuggets.

She was afraid that Jimmy would hear the panting sound of her heavy breathing and stifled moans. But Jimmy, panting heavily himself, was blissfully unaware that he was under such keen observation.

He stretched out, his back arched deeply and his ass perched on the edge of the chair, with his legs extended to the floor, slightly parted. His neck was craned down as he stared at his vibrant cock. His hard-on was so huge that Jimmy was almost intimidated by it. His heels drummed on the floor and his ass squirmed on the seat.

His left hand slid down, curled around and cupped his swollen balls. As he fondled them, another glob of slimy cum squeezed from his piss hole, lathering the tip of his cockhead with silvery fluid.

His right hand moved down towards his groin, slowly and tentatively, almost warily. He looked like a member of a bomb squad, cautiously approaching that smouldering stick of dynamite to defuse it.

His fingers closed around his cock at the thick root. He held his cockrod in his fist for a moment, squeezing and making the prick-knob flare. Then he gave his long prick a slow push-pull. His fist slid up towards the cockhead, then pushed back down towards his balls. As he stroked up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his cock crown, and as he pumped back down that naked slab flared out like the head of a hooded cobra ready to strike, a fangless cobra with non-lethal venom bubbling out. At that first caress, his expression changed. His face lost its wary look and brightened with the pleasure of his self-induced sensations. He smiled. But then he stroked again and the smile faded away as his features twisted into a mask of lust.