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CHAPTER FOUR

It began as one of the nicest mornings Gwen could remember. As she and Bobby made the rounds of malls and shopping centers, she honestly couldn't recall having ever felt so cheerful and happy.

She felt like a totally new person, no longer weighed down by the unquenched needs and desires of a lonely, unfulfilled woman.

There should have been some pang of guilt. But at the moment Gwen couldn't muster even the slightest twinge of regret. Instead, her mind drifted on a hazy cloud of pleasure at the memory of Dane's athletic body, his hot sucking mouth and big thrusting cock…

A faint ache of arousal began to simmer deep in her pussy. And for once, that ache was a pleasant sensation. Because she knew that she could get all the soothing she wanted just a short drive away, back at home.

For once, she didn't mind that horny itch at all. If anything, it only made a secretive little smile flicker across her full lips as she pretended to pay attention while Bobby tried on first one pair of trunks, and then another.

Abruptly she was snapped back to reality by the high-pitched peal of his youthful voice.

"How about these, Mom? Do they look okay? I like 'em better than anything so far, at least. What do you think?"

Pulling reluctantly out of her daydreams, Gwen forced herself to concentrate on the snug, brightly colored trunks that clung tautly to Bobby's lean teenage form. At this point all she wanted to do was put an end to their little shopping spree and get back to the house, where better things awaited.

"Urn, I think those ought to do just fine. If they satisfy you, dear, then they're perfectly all right with me! Are those the ones you want?"

Grimacing uncertainly at his reflection, Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, I think so. They're kind of tight, though… do they look too tight to you, Mom?"

He swung about to face her, squirming a bit as he tugged at the elastic restraint of her trunks in an effort to stretch them out a bit.

And instantly Gwen saw that he had a point. The resilient material of the trunks snapped around his crotch to perfectly outline the obvious bulge there, clearly displaying the fact that her youngest son was very much on the verge of manhood.

An unexpected blush crept into her cheeks as she gazed at that bulge for an instant of startled fascination. Then she covered her reaction with a light laugh.

"Well, I have to admit they do look a little… uncomfortable. But on the other hand, with the way you're always wiggling about, I expect you'll have them stretched out to size in no time! In fact, why don't you just wear them home? One trip in the car ought to do the job! Are you game?"

That suggestion caught Bobby by surprise. His eyes widened. "You mean you want me to leave 'em on all the way home? Gee, I don't know… well, okay. Yeah, I guess I can do that. All right Mom, let's go!"

Grinning widely at the mischievous notion of parading around in his new trunks, he scooped up his clothes and stood impatiently by as she paid the clerk.

As they started the drive home, she didn't notice the effect the trunks were having. Plastered tautly to her son's crotch in a squeezing vise-like grip, they caused a reaction that Bobby hadn't anticipated.

Within moments his cock was blossoming outward, thrusting against the pliant material until it soared up to full, ominous erection.

It was a purely automatic response to the over-confining trunks. But even so, it made him gasp with embarrassment. A deep red blush flashed across his face as he cupped his hands over the swelling bulge of his hard-on in an effort to hide it.

But Gwen had already caught the odd way he was fidgeting. Concern knitted her attractive features as she spoke up.

"Is something the matter, honey? You're certainly acting strangely, for a boy who's just gotten the new trunks he's been begging me for over the past few weeks! What's the matter? Aren't you feeling well?"

Even as those words came out, she impulsively pulled the car off the road and onto a gravel lane, then shut the engine off and turned to face him.

"I'm okay Mom, really! I'm just fine!"

Bobby blurted out a squeaky denial, mortified by the whole situation.

"Are you absolutely sure about that? You're not catching a summer cold, are you? Here, let me take your temp-why, Bobby!"

Caught in the very motion of placing her hand to his forehead, Gwen abruptly saw the source of her son's problem.

His cock poked up in the air like a flagpole, tenting the fabric and soaring between his hands with an engorged stiffness that he couldn't begin to hide from view.

She froze, staring down in complete surprise at his huge, seam-splitting hard-on.

And simultaneously, a blast of juicy need ripped through her pussy in hot, gushing torrents.

Before she quite had time to recover from that sight, he piped up, his face wrenching with self-conscious shame.

"It's nothing, Mom-I'm not sick! It's just that my trunks were kind of snug and-and they were squeezing on me and… and I don't know…"

His attempted explanation drifted weakly off as he dropped his eyes, unable to meet his mother's frank, open gaze.

Gwen drew in a breath and tried to joke the entire episode away. But even so, she couldn't quite manage to tear her attention from the spectacle of his massively expanded crotch. God, Bobby's cock looked enormous-every bit as big as Dane's!

"Well, it looks as if the suit we picked out is a bit too tight for you, after all! And you really don't need to look quite so embarrassed about it, baby. After all, I'm a grown woman, and I know perfectly well about the things that happen to boys once they reach your age. I know how certain parts of the body become more… more sensitive, and sometimes get a little out of control. Isn't that right?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

He gave a small nod of admission, his ears burning red. Yet even in the midst of his uneasiness there was no hiding the fact that his cock was strumming up as rigid as ever. In fact, it seemed to balloon even larger beneath his Mom's stare.

Gwen saw his outlined cock twitch and pulse up with new intensity, straining the confines of the trunks until it threatened to explode.

Already aroused by her morning's train of thought, she felt her cunt quiver with an oozy, unmotherly appreciation that she couldn't ignore.

Instead, she spoke up on a wicked impulse of veiled need.

"My goodness, it's getting even worse! So big and hard and thick-it almost looks painful! Does it hurt, honey? Does the poor baby ache, all pent up like that? Here, let me feel!"

Bobby had time only to gape dumbly as his Mom suddenly shot out a hand. Her fingers swooped across his tented crotch, stroking along its strumming surface in a quick, fondling caress.

They both gasped, mother and son reacting spontaneously as his youthful prick jolted beneath her initial touch. In a hoarse tone of mingled emotions, he rattled out a confused reply.

"Uhhh, it hurts a little, I guess. But I'll be okay, Mom. It'll go back down… eventually."

He didn't see the flare of pleasure that sparkled in Gwen's sharp green eyes as her fingertips burned at her brief feel of confined cock-flesh. He didn't notice the husky groan of horny need that sneaked into her voice as she spouted a hasty answer, not giving either of them a chance to think.

"Yes, it must be terribly uncomfortable like that. I mean, just look at how swollen your cock is! And it's really all my fault for getting you in this condition, since I should've known better. I… I suppose I really ought to be the one to do something about it, don't you think? It just might go down a little faster if I massaged it a bit… there, how's this? Does rubbing help your cock feel any better, Bobby?"

As she spoke, her fingers again converged on his taut young crotch. They began to move across his rigid immensity in a tender squeezing rhythm, gliding back and forth over his turgid cock.

Bobby tried to answer. His voice came out in a hoarse growl of churning emotions. "Uhhhh, I don't think you oughta do that, Mom. You're making it feel kind of funny, like-like I'm gonna explode or something! I don't… oh jeez… ahh…"

Gasping aloud and staring glassily down at the sight of his mother's hand groping over his engorged cock, he could hardly believe it was happening. Her fingers rippled expertly, kneading and fondling his stiffened cock-meat.

He was being jerked off by his own Mom!

As belated comprehension struck home, he felt his body arch beneath her intimate caresses, pushing his cock into her palm for more. His balls twanged with youthful exuberance, making his cock soar up worse than ever. A small moan slid from his throat, a grunting mewl that he couldn't hold back.

"Oh… ohhhh, Mom that… unnh…"

Beside him, Gwen had to smile. Totally aware of the effect she was having and even more aware of the steamy heat that seethed deep in her pussy, she gave a husky purr.

"Oh my, I'm just making it worse, aren't I? But we can't just leave you like this. I have a much better idea that'll make things nicer for both of us. Yes, I know just what to do. Raise up just a bit, baby. I'll fix this little problem, right here and now!"

Before he quite took in the meaning of those words, Bobby felt his mother's fingers plucking at the waistband of his trunks, already forcing them down even as he instinctively arched to obey.

"Huh? Hey, I-I don't think we oughta do this. It doesn't seem… uh, Mom…"

But that feeble protest didn't stop him from lifting up from the seat as Gwen peeled the stretched material down with a wrench, freeing his confined cock.

His cock jolted into the air, springing upward from its downy nest of curls even huger than Gwen had guessed. Bobbing and wagging above his hairless young balls, his cock thrashed massively in the open for her inspection, its veined rigid length towering into a round, bulbed prick-tip.

Her breath sucked in, and her pussy exploded in a burst of creamy excitement that she could no longer conceal. Hissing the words out, she momentarily slipped from her motherly facade. "My God darling, where on earth did you get all this cock? I've certainly seen my share of men's pricks over the years, but what you've got-it's a monster! Good lord, most women live out their whole lives and never even get so much as a glimpse of anything like this! It's… it's absolutely gorgeous!"

Her appreciation spilled out in an unthinking gush as she devoured the sight of his majestic slab of cock-meat.

"You really think so? Gee, I always thought it was just sort of… you know, average. Like what all the guys have."

He gave a little shrug, enjoying the strange look on his mother's face as she took in the full display of his bared cock.

Gwen chuckled softly, feeling a hot flow of fuck-juices pour between her well-slickened thighs. She hadn't worn panties, and her cunt was sopping wet, and getting wetter by the moment.

"Well they don't, believe me. Oh no, most of them don't have anything to even remotely compare with what you've got! And I think we'd better do something about it right now, before it gets too big to handle! God yes, right this very minute!"

Though taken aback by the surprising enormity of his cock, she didn't hesitate. Her hand reached out once more, fingers encircling his massive shaft of cock-meat. His cock leaped and pulsed between her fingers.

Gasping a bit at the intensity of her own arousal, she began to pump. Her fist slid down to the crisp curl-studded base of his cock, then glided up to the very rim of his bloated cock-tip.

A moist pearl of creamy pre-cum collected at his slitted piss-tip, forming a bead of glistening moisture that promised much, much more.

Bobby groaned.

She repeated the gesture, taking long leisurely strokes that allowed her to feel every inch of his cock throb and quiver against her palm. It only took those first few exploring pulls to have her son panting and hunching from the car seat in rhythmic gyrations.

"Ohhh… oh Mom, that's… that's really… unnnhh…"

"Now, doesn't your cock feel lots better being massaged like this? Believe me honey, I know just what cocks like best-even a monster like yours! And don't worry a bit about letting yourself go, because that's what makes the swelling go down. Can you feel it happening? Can you feel the tension building up to release?"

Her hand moved faster, now milking urgently on his fantastic cock-shaft with a vengeance. As Bobby's groans rose, her own voice came out in breathless gasps of horny delight.

"Yeah-oh yeah, I sure can! I'm… I'm gonna do something! I'm gonna do it real soon! I'm gonna-uuuhhh!"

Hunching up into her fist with growing frenzy, he felt his balls begin to sizzle. At the same time, as if sensing the nearness of his orgasm, Gwen's fist rode even more furiously up and down his prick.

He couldn't last another second, and he knew it. Spasming in a series of youthful plunges that erupted deep in his groin, he gave a last warning cry that seemed to urge her on all the more.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum! Uuuhhhn! Aaahhh!"

His cry turned into a hoarse wail, and his body twisted from the car seat with a lurch.

Pistoning her fist along his meaty cock with all the urgent hunger that now boiled inside her, Gwen felt it happen. She felt his cock buck like a colt. Soaring to her own peak of delight at that sensation, she pounded on his prick all the harder.

"Cum for me! That's it baby, cum good and hard for Momma! Do it lover, do it!"

"Aaahhh-aaannngggh!''

Bobby writhed up, and his cock gave a flailing wrench.

The first blast of jism spurted up Gwen's arm in a thick, hot glob. Its jet-like arc of acidy fuck-nectar spewed from his piss-tip and splashed against her flesh in a long, thready loop.

It was quickly followed by a second spurt, and then a third and a fourth. Bobby's youthful cock surged again and again as it unleashed its precious fuck-load, spraying his mother's arm and pumping fist with slick, white trails of steamy jizz.

And even though she would've much preferred having all that sweet teenaged cum gushing deep into her pussy, Gwen had to admit the extra thrill of pleasure that tremored through her as she actually watched his big cock unloading all over her fingers, until the last oozing droplets were wrung from his massive cock-shaft.

"Nuuuh-wunnnh…" Gurgling ecstatically, he arched in an oblivion of bliss as she continued to squeeze and milk at his cock, emptying it totally. Then he sank back in a breathless heap, panting and groaning. "Ohhhh… oh yeah-h-h…" Lolling in dazed satisfaction, Bobby didn't see as his Mom raised her cum-soaked hand to her lips, then flicked out her tongue with irresistible curiosity.

That first eager lap of jism was more than Gwen could withstand. She licked out hungrily, collecting globs of jism and swallowing them down until she'd gulped all her son's load. It seemed to sizzle all the way to her tummy, its sticky wetness rolling and bubbling with the promise of even more to come.

There was no holding back any longer. She gave a purr of pent-up arousal, already reaching to unzip the back of her dress.

"I hope you liked that, baby. Yes, I certainly hope you liked having all those nasty tensions worked out of that lovely young prick of yours. But now Momma has some tensions of her own that need soothing. And I think that you just might be able to do something about that! Are you interested? Bobby…?"

"Hunh… whuh-ohh! Oh, shit!" Finally focusing his eyes again, Bobby saw what his mother was doing.

He could only sprawl there, gaping in dumb wide-eyed astonishment, as Gwen began to undress.