"Yes, damn you," she groaned. "I know perfectly well what I'm doing. I'm jacking your Goddamn cock, that's what I'm doing!"

Jay gritted his teeth. His mother's fist wasn't 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 son's 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 son's 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 couldn't 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.

CHAPTER TWO

Jay lay on his mother's bed, flat on his back.

There was no moonlight here, and Shellie clicked on the small reading light on the bulkhead.

"I want to see," she whispered.

Jay gazed at his mother. He didn't feel shy, or embarrassed. He felt an intense excitement, his cock standing out of the fly of his shorts, very hard. He was proud of his hard-on, pleased that his mother found it fascinating.