Coming Mother Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun

burning into her already golden flesh.

She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini

top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her

bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling

ass was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed

sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner

thighs.

Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even

though she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the

beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her

shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman.

Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made

other women envious.

Shellie's tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them

narrow. They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples

arching toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been

firm, tight, and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned

by the hands of a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint

of roundness below her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy,

flowing into exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly

shaped, her legs were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her

ass, although small, was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless,

the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.

Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair

that excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her

cunt, puffy and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially

with her legs closed. The only problem with Shellie's cunt, if

such could be called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It

was a good inch in length, and she knew there weren't many women

with such a clit.

Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem,

it had caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very

tiny cock, and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But

Shellie's clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that

her cunt itself wasn't sensitive; it was. She could easily come

with a cock inside her cunt, the friction of a hard cock sliding

in and out of her wet cunt lips crating a wonderful spasm of

orgasm in her. But if her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie

would often go out of her mind with ecstasy, and come many times

before the spasms would fade away.

Shellie enjoyed her clit.

When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost

an inch long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb,

and work it up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch

this once, and he had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a

boy jacking off. Needless to say, his attitude cut into their

relationship, and soon they were sleeping in different beds, and

no longer fucking. Since her divorce, Shellie had been stroking

her clit and making herself come as her sole means of

gratification.

And hating it.

She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The

background noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves

against the hull of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft

clatter of her son inside the boat was a comfortable, familiar

sound. The river was wide, and clean, not muddy and dirty like so

many rivers. The banks were lined with shrubbery and trees, and

she had steered into this very small cove and docked for the rest

of the afternoon.

The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school

year, and now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to

enjoy the river before he would return to school. Maybe they

would find a nice place to live on the houseboat where he could

attend school, too.

The houseboat wasn't large, but quite luxurious. It

contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the

queen-sized bottom bed.

"Mom, where's the damned tea?" Jay called.

"Honey," Shellie called back in a lazy voice. "You know I

don't like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top

shelf above the refrigerator."

"You want a glass, Mom?" he called, paying not the slightest

attention to her very mild complaint.

"That would be nice," she replied.

She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her

husband had drawn away from her, she had turned her affection

toward her son, and Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.

As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed

a smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis.

Jay had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at

the front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his cock

straining in hardness.

She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him

without raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea

and, as she lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the

way to her nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing.

While Jay sat in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her

head. She looked at her son with slitted eyes.

He was looking at her, too. She didn¹t mind him looking at

her; she was used to being looked at, and her son was a man.

Well, a boy, really, but he was showing a very intense interest in

girls, lately.

The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to

see a cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls,

all of them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved,

and Jay waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.

The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward

them, sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass.

The girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in

the air with the obscene gesture of fuck you.

"They¹re not very nice, are they?" Shellie said, sipping her

iced tea.

Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was

looking at his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw

one of her tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy,

gulping sound.

Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was

okay if her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his

mother, her tits were no different from those of any other woman,

although firmer and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a

more comfortable position. Her long clit had begun to throb and

swell, and it pushed at the pad beneath her.

Jay watched his mother¹s ass wiggling, and again he made a

swallowing sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother¹s crotch.

Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn¹t close her

thighs. With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she

found herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very

gentle, almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the

mat, knowing her son was watching.

Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother¹s

swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her

crotch at the mat. His cock began to throb, and he made no effort

to conceal it. Shellie, with her eyes slitted again, peeked at

him, watching his cock press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She

found herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to

move of their own accord.

Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.

Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been

teasing her son sexually, making his cock hard, doing things to

draw his eye. She considered her actions, and discovered she

wasn¹t in the least ashamed of it. Her son was interested in

girls, and she was girl, although his mother. She closed her eyes

and found herself wondering about Jay¹s cock, his balls, his young

ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was far too young to

have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she was sure. She

began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on, his cock

and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass, pressing

her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet

heat.

From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a

window screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his

prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her ass and

thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of

pleasure through him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks

before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started

looking at girls with intense desire, wishing he had one to shove

his cock into.

Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her

throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she

came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a

frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was

cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that

her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin,

jerking off wildly.

She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so

he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her

bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over

the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her

son¹s quick intake of excited breathing.

She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay¹s soft grunt

as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing

her tit beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.

Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open,

and peeked.

Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched

him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out.

Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the

river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the

knowledge that he would pull his cock out with her there and take

a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could

not see much of his cock, seeing him piss created a heat inside

her cunt that almost caused her to come again.

Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since

she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she

moved about the small kitchen. She couldn¹t resist, and, humming

softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving

suggestively.

Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to

climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and

pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was

accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be

with her son badly now.

When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled

her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She

switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed

beneath her son¹s bunk.

Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she

listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.

Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt

throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown

to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet.

If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in

the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers,

listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her

inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started

working on it with short jerks.

"Oh, fuck it!" Shellie suddenly gasped.

The rustling above her stopped.

"What did you say, Mom?"

For a moment, Shellie couldn¹t believe she had said that.

Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.

"I said, fuck it!"

"Mom!"

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she hissed, smashing her clit

hard. "I know what you¹re doing up there, Jay. I can hear what

you¹re doing, you did it near the window, and you¹re doing it

again!"

Silence greeted her words.

"Jay, you¹re jacking off!" she said. "I know you¹re playing

with your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at

me."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Jay asked, his voice

quivering with part fear, part excitement. "I¹m not doing

anything like that!"

"Bullshit!" Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to

her feet.

She looked over the edge of her son¹s bunk, but Jay had

pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the

side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to

cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His cock stood up,

tenting the sheet.

With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from

her son¹s body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his

shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.

Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his

mother tore it from his hands.

"Look at you," she said, her voice husky. "Lying up here

above me, jacking that cock off! And me ... and me ..."

Her hand shot out and closed about her son¹s cock. Jay

gasped as his mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and

unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother

said was true, but he didn¹t know how she knew. He wasn¹t afraid;

he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his

cock.

Shellie felt the heat of her son¹s cock searing her fist,

felt the throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she

could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in

the shaft of moonlight.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered with excitement.

Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly.

Up ... down.

"Mom, do you know what you¹re doing?" Jay gasped.

"Yes, damn you," she groaned. "I know perfectly well what

I¹m doing. I¹m jacking your goddamn cock, that¹s what I¹m doing!"

Jay gritted his teeth. His mother¹s fist wasn¹t moving very

fast on his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations

were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he

could, not knowing if he should move or not.

Shellie pumped her son¹s cock as she stood on her bed, her

pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes

were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of

her son¹s cock bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick

very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls

through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay

groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his

balls and grasped his cock again.

"Ohhhh, Jay!" she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this

time, holding his cock tightly.

"Mom!"

"Come here," she said, pulling at his cock. "Jay, climb down

to my bed."

As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight

grip on his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her

holding his cock, Jay couldn¹t drop down to her bed. Shellie

brushed her cheek over this thighs as she stared at the hard-on.

Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted

her face to his prick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss,

right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel

his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit

to lurch.

"Now, climb down, baby," she said in a very low, throaty,

voice, turning his cock loose.