Chapter 1
The water was slightly above 100 degrees Fahrenheit.
She sat in it to her neck, feeling the sensual heat wash about her.
Leaning her head back on the deck, her arms up, Marilyn sighed in
pleasure.
Around her were the tall pines and the green, rolling hills. There was
even a small stream a few yards away. Birds chirped and sang in the tree
branches.
And Marilyn's cunt was hotter than the water.
She was naked as usual. She loved to sit in the hot tub on fine spring
days and especially enjoyed being outside without clothes on. It gave
her a sense of freedom and, she admitted to herself, a glorious feeling
of wickedness. No one could see her--they were miles from any other home
here in the foothills. No one ever came around, not even hunters. There
was no game here to attract them and the only road nearby was the one
leading to their home.
Marilyn had gotten this house in her divorce settlement, along with
alimony for two years. Also, she had custody of her son, Donny. Her
ex-husband had not fought very hard and for that she was glad. The
divorce had been almost friendly. But any love she had for her husband
was long gone, as his was for her. As usual, they never learned what
went wrong.
Six months was a long time for Marilyn to do without a cock. If she had
her choice she would fuck every day--morning, noon, and night. But now
she had no choice. She did, however, have her hands and fingers.
As the early afternoon sun burned down onto her, she shoved a hand along
her swelling, shapely tits just beneath the hot water. Her flesh was
very smooth, like satin. Cupping her tit for a moment, she squeezed the
firmness, feeling her nipple press into her palm. A tingle of pleasure
rippled down her stomach to her cunt and she felt her clitoris swelling.
Moving her hand downward, she ran her fingers through the bushy
thickness of her cunt hair. Parting her thighs, she probed lightly upon
her knotted clitoris, sliding her finger down and into the slippery
tightness of her pussy.
Marilyn loved to caress herself this way, outside in the hot tub with
the sun hot enough to make her sweat. She loved feeling and probing her
body with the fresh air around her.
Yet, if she had a choice, she would prefer a man's hands moving about
her sensitive flesh. A man with a beautiful cock she could massage,
squeeze, and stroke into lovely hardness; watch the head become round;
the piss hole dripping against her palm.
But there was no man here or anyplace else.
The only male around was Donny, but he didn't count. He was too young in
the first place and in the second place, he was her son. That was the
order in which she assigned him--first too young, second being her son.
She never thought it strange to think of Donny that way but nothing
would ever happen between them. Donny really was too young to be
interested in girls and he was much too involved with his butterfly
collection.
She could sit naked in the hot tub all day and her son would never see
her body, not even if he stood next to her. That is, she didn't think
so. Not that Marilyn had any intention of doing anything with her son.
But if she were so inclined they were certainly in a remote enough area
for it.
She slipped her finger into her cunt and sighed, her eyes closed as she
leaned on the deck. Moving her finger in and out of her tight cunt, she
fantasized about a man, any man, coming upon her and fucking her.
From an upstairs window, Donny was peeking down at his mother, unknown
to her. Maybe she thought he was too young, not interested in girls, but
Marilyn was wrong. Feeling the first stirrings of sexual desire, Donny
peeked at his mother all the time. He enjoyed looking at her, it made
his cock hard.
He could barely see the outline of her tits under the clear water, and
his cock was pressing against his shorts with tingling hardness. He
didn't know what she was doing with her hand under the water, but he
imagined she was sticking a finger into her pussy. He liked to think of
his mother doing that when he watched her in the tub. When he thought of
his mother shoving her finger up her cunt, he didn't feel so guilty
about jacking off. To his way of thinking, if his mother could do it, so
could he.
He had never really seen his mother naked. She was always in the water
before he saw her. But he knew she was naked though, because he could
always see her tits shimmering under the surface. Still, no matter how
hard he tried, he could never catch her naked.
Donny had seen a girl naked before though. She lived a mile and a half
away in another house almost as isolated as this one. She enjoyed having
him look at her body, but they had never had the nerve to touch each
other.
With the desire to see his mother's body, Donny went downstairs and out
onto the redwood deck. He sprawled into one of the chairs near a table,
looking at his mother.
Hearing her son come out, Marilyn quickly removed her finger from her
gripping cunt and smiled up at him. He sat with his legs wide, his ass
shoved down on the chair. Marilyn almost asked her son to get into the
hot tub with her before she remembered she was naked.
It had become a habit not to wear any clothes and a few times she had
completely forgotten about it.
She smiled at him, her eyes seeing his young, handsome face with the
deep brown eyes. As young as he was, he was tall and had a good body.
His shorts, the loose-legged type, rode low on his stomach. As she
looked at him, she allowed herself a tantalizing peek between his
thighs. A light glowed in her eyes as she thought she could see the tip
of his cock. She strained here eyes, and a soft gasp bubbled from her.
That was his cock she could see!
Her eyes unfocused for a moment as a tingle rippled up and down her
body. When her vision cleared she gazed at her son, seeing the head of
his cock clearly. She wondered if Donny knew what she could see, if he
had sat that way deliberately. He had his hands behind his head and face
was turned into the sun, eyes close. But they weren't closed all the
way, he was peeking at his mother from slitted eyes, and he knew where
she was looking.
Marilyn gazed at the head of her son's cock, believing his eyes were
closed. She looked openly, desire coming into her eyes. She gasped again
as she saw his cock starting to swell. The head seemed to poke out a bit
farther until she saw every smooth bit of it. There was a churning
sensation between her thighs and she moved her hand back under the hot
water and to her cunt. Gazing at the head of her son's cock, she began
to rub her hand up and down her cunt.
Marilyn began to experience small but very pleasurable orgasms as she
peered at Donny's cock. She could see one of his precious balls there
too and this increased her burning desire. A finger slipped into her
cunt and she hid to stifle a groan of delight.
After a few minutes she thought Donny had fallen asleep. He had often
dozed out here, and the way his chest rose and fell evenly now she was
sure he was sleeping. She wanted to get out of the tub for a while, but
as long as Donny was there she couldn't. She had not brought her robe
out with her, and her large towel was on the table at his side. She
couldn't possibly get to it before he woke up.
Suddenly, with a silent giggle of wicked pleasure, Marilyn decided to
take the chance. Even if Donny wasn't sleeping, it wouldn't matter. If
he saw her naked body, it would make no difference. He was still almost
a baby, she thought. Even if his cock was almost hard, he was still a
baby to her.
Being as quiet as she could; not splashing any water; Marilyn lifted
herself from the tub.
From his slitted eyes, Donny saw his mother's tits. They were so full
and tight, there was hardly any movement to them. Her nipples were very
hard and long, he saw. As she stood up, his slitted eyes gazed at her
flat stomach--then fixed upon that thick patch of hair. The hair was
dark and curly, and he was disappointed that her cunt was so well
concealed.
Reaching for the towel, Marilyn turned her back to her son before she
wrapped it about her. Donny saw his mother's swelling, shapely ass
cheeks, and the first word that came to his mind was "bubble". Her ass
was like two beautiful bubbles, he though. There was a tingling in his
balls and his cock arched up into full hardness. He watched his mother
wrap the towel around her body and start into the house. Her legs were
very long and smooth, and they excited him very much.
Donny was young, certainly, but he knew all about putting his cock into
a girl's cunt. Like most boys, he had learned about that in school from
his friends. He wondered what it would be like to have his cock inside
his mother's cunt.
Inside the house, Marilyn felt deliciously warm and all tingly. She had
been naked and close enough to her son to touch him. And his cock--Oh
his cock! It had been almost hard, she thought as she walked up the
stairs to her bedroom. It was amazing to her that Donny's cock was so
big. "How could a boy as young as he was have such a large cock?" she
wondered.
In her room she dropped the towel and faced herself in the mirrored
wall. There was nothing about her that would prevent a man from making a
pass. She was quite beautiful, with large, green eyes and very dark,
auburn hair--the color of a well-worn penny. Her body was still firm and
tight, with beautifully shaped tits, a small waist, flaring hips and
exquisitely long thighs. There certainly wasn't anything wrong with her
ass, she noted as she twisted about and looked over her shoulder.
Since the day was hot, she selected a pair of very tight, white shorts
and a matching sleeveless blouse. On her feet she strapped on sandals.
Going back downstairs, she moved behind the wet bar and mixed herself a
mild drink. Marilyn seldom drank, but right now her nerves were giving
her a difficult time.
She could not rid herself of the image of her son's cock and the
surprising size of it. Her cunt still had that deep, burning, delicious
sensation as if she were on the very brink of a tremendous orgasm. It
was a fantastic feeling and she had not felt that way for many, many
months.
Taking her drink with her, she stepped out the sliding doors and back on
the patio. Her son, she saw, was awake and sitting in the hot tub now.
She sat in the chair he had occupied earlier and sipped her drink,
watching him.
"Feels good. Doesn't it, honey?" she said, her voice low and she knew,
throaty.
"Sure does, Mom," he replied. His cock was still very hard, but it was
far under the water and his mother couldn't see it. "I should have
gotten in with you."
"Mmmmmm, perhaps," she murmured, wondering what would have happened when
he discovered her naked in the tub. If only Donny were a few years
older. The thought startled her and she almost spilled her drink. She
crossed her legs and Donny gazed at them. Marilyn was aware of him
looking at her and she was starting to think she was wrong about Donny
having no interest in girls. He was certainly looking at her legs with
interest, she noted. Maybe he wasn't too young, after all.
"Donny," she asked in a low voice, "do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes," he replied, his eyes still on her thighs. "Well, sort of."
"Sort of? What does that mean, baby?"
"Just sort of, Mom."
"That doesn't make any sense. Either you have one or you don't. Which is
it?"
"Sort of," he insisted.
"What's her name?" Marilyn wanted to know.
"Sally."
"Oh, that little girl down there," she replied, waving her hand in the
direction of the hills. "Does she ride the school bus with you?"
Donny nodded, his cock throbbing powerfully. His mother had uncrossed
her legs and sat with her knees apart now. He could see the tight crotch
of her shorts and when he looked closely, he was sure he saw the outline
of her cunt.
"She's a lovely, little girl." Marilyn said. "You don't see much of her
except on the bus, do you?"
Donny shook his head. He was excited by what he was looking at. His cock
was almost hurting from the hardness, and his balls had a very hot
sensation in them. He wondered if he was about to come.
Unable to stop the feelings within her, Marilyn moved her thighs farther
apart. Donny, she noted, gazed between her legs with unabashed heat in
his eyes. But it was no surprise to her that he was excited. She was
starting to think he wasn't too young after all. Surely it wouldn't do
any harm to tease a little, to make her son feel good.
She twisted her ass on the chair as she sipped her drink, watching her
son's eyes widen. Her movement had been deliberately erotic, and she was
pleased with his response. She began thinking of his cock as she had
seen it earlier, and hoped her son could see enough between her thighs.
She knew what she was doing could lead to other things, and at the
moment, with her pussy boiling, she hoped it would.
Holding her glass up, she said softly, "I think I need another one of
these."
She got up from the chair then, with her back to her son, gave a soft
cry and leaned over to look at her toes. Donny stared at his mother's
ass as she leaned over. The tight shorts molded her lovely ass and the
back of them lifted. He gazed at the whiter flesh above her thighs, and
his cock jerked about wildly. The feeling was so good he moaned.
"Anything wrong, baby?" she asked, standing up and looking over her
shoulder at him.
A slow smile came to her when she saw his glassy eyes still looking at
her ass. When Donny failed to answer, she walked slowly across the
redwood deck toward the sliding glass doors, her ass gently swaying
with, she knew, open invitation.
Behind the wet bar she prepared herself another drink, milder than the
last one. Her mind was going swiftly, thinking about Donny. She knew,
without any feelings of guilt, that she wanted her son ... wanted to
feel his surprisingly large cock plunging into her cunt.
She stood behind the wet bar, her eyes with a faraway expression in
them, sparkling with an erotic fantasy. Her cunt was pulsating hotly and
her nipples strained against the cotton blouse.
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