For the next ten minutes Helen got a good fucking. Eric, distracted by her directions to squeeze and smack her rounded butt, and finger fuck her arsehole, was able to keep up a steady long stroke. But eventually he forgot all about her upthrust cheeks and, gripping her hips hard and arching his back, unloaded deep inside her clenching tunnel. She hadn't cum herself but had certainly enjoyed every moment. The boy showed great promise and in her mind Helen was already anticipating many more sex sessions. She had so much time to make up for...
While making Eric's breakfast the next morning, dressed only in a sheer baby doll negligee, she noticed that he had yet another erection and, not wanting him to go to school in such a state, where there were so many young and unsuspecting girls that would be objects of his indiscriminate lust, she dutifully gave him a blow job.
And when he came home from school and came out to the backyard to greet her as she lay sunbathing topless, she noticed that, unbelievably, he again had a hard-on. Through careful questioning she determined that he was fantasising about sucking her breasts then throwing her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders and penetrating her reluctant vagina as deeply as his unsightly penis could go.
And then, after dinner, as she was helping him with his homework, he was again overcome with lust. This time the object of his desire was her bottom. Reluctantly she let him pull up the hem of her leather miniskirt and kiss her bare cheeks (after all, she was about to get ready for bed and, after her last trip to the toilet hadn't bothered with panties) before rimming her and sliding his greased cock up her arsehole. Luckily she'd had a tube of KY jelly on hand.
And the next day it was more of the same – sex in the bathroom after Helen, dressed only in panties, inadvertently walked in on her son drying himself after his shower; a blow job in the backyard as he came out to join her sunbathing after school; and then another round of sex at bed time when she'd come upon Eric playing a shoot-'em-up computer game and recognised that he was merely sublimating some aggressive sexual urges that were better purged by having his mother bend forward over the computer desk, slapping her arse cheeks until they were crimson, then jabbing his cock hard into her cunt as he mashed her breasts roughly.
And so it continued through the week. The turning point for Helen came on Saturday. She'd risen early, done some chores then gone shopping before Eric had emerged from his bedroom. She returned by lunch time and although Eric was lounging about in just shorts and was clearly available, she ignored him. Likewise that afternoon. She filled her time puttering around the house then sunbathed and although Eric hovered about, she made no move to relieve his sexual build-up.
Finally, as she was doing a crossword on the lounge after dinner, he came over and, after humming and hawing, told her that he needed to speak to her about some thoughts he'd been having. Helen put down the magazine, took off her glasses and looked up at him enquiringly. She didn't prompt him and he stammered out that he'd been thinking all afternoon about kissing her breasts and between her thighs. She asked him exactly what he'd been imagining. As he continued talking she smiled to herself. At last he was getting the message – and just as well! She'd been wondering how long she could maintain the charade of reluctant fuck-toy. Now that he was beginning to take the initiative, things could enter a new phase.
'Look Eric,' she said. 'I think you know by now that I like the way you lick my parts.' He looked confused and for a moment she considered resuming the game she'd so much enjoyed playing all week. 'In fact I love the way you do it,' she smiled up at him. 'It's so nice to have a lover after so long – especially one who uses his cock so well!' Eric smiled back at her and she pulled his face down for a kiss, duelling hotly with his sweet tongue like she'd been wanting to do all week. 'Now, pull down my shorts,' she said. 'And show me what you've learned!'
Eric was quick to comply, his movements more confident. He eased her back on the sofa cushions and buried his face between her warm thighs. 'Oooohh baby,' Helen gasped as his tongue pushed apart her labia and gathered the dew there. 'Suck mummy's pussy!' She undid her blouse and massaged her breasts, occasionally tweaking the hard nipples. Eric was lapping steadily at her quim and she crossed her legs over his back, urging him on, guiding his lips to her clit, bucking back at him as she approached an orgasm.
