When she turned around, she jumped, her heart suddenly in her mouth. Sitting upright beneath the covers on one side of her bed, and obviously naked, was Jonjo.
‘Are you sure that this is what you want to do? That you and I, act inappropriately?’ He asked
She didn’t trust herself to say anything, simply nodding her head and then watching as he pulled the covers back next to him.
She was naked in a flash. ‘Slow down, I want to look at you.’ Jonjo muttered as she advanced on him. Caroline couldn’t slow down, not yet anyway. She was being given an opportunity, and until his cock was inside her pussy, she couldn’t relax.
Over the years and during constant stays with his grandparents, Jonjo had overheard their conversations when they thought he wasn’t around. When they spoke of their daughter, it wasn’t complimentary. Slowly, he learned of her behaviour, her many marriages, affairs, and her constant need to seek out other men. He heard the names they called her, slut, hussy, tart, trollop, nympho.
It wasn’t that they didn’t love her; they just couldn’t condone her behaviour and it disappointed them that she lived such a depraved lifestyle.
Jonjo had only ever had pictures of her to go by. When he looked at them, what he saw was an extremely attractive woman, but he was unable to associate her with any terms of endearment that he should have felt for her as his mum.
After he turned eighteen, he began to have thoughts, thoughts about her that a son should never have. The allure of women had suddenly attracted his attention, and the delights of sex became something he looked forward to. He began to find that when he looked at his mother’s pictures, what he saw was a woman who he would give anything to get into bed with.
Her behaviour since his return echoed his grandparent’s sentiments and comments. He had taken a chance by touching her, surprised that she hadn’t scolded or rejected his advances. It quickly became obvious to Jonjo that if she were prepared to let him fondle her body; maybe she would even let him go further if the circumstances were right.
Her actions downstairs that evening had convinced him. He was certain that she desired him more than perhaps he desired her.
Beneath the covers, Jonjo turned to face her, drawing closer as their lips met and she felt his naked body pressing against hers. As her tits were squashed against his chest, she felt his cock throbbing against her mound. The kiss this time felt more intense than on the previous occasions, her tongue fencing with his as they invaded each other’s mouths Her nipples were stiff and painful, demanding attention, which was only soothed when his hand slid between them and cupped her breast, softly fondling the firm flesh and then finally pinching and twisting her nipples as her growl of pleasure worked its way up her throat.
His hands worked their way up and down her body, never seeming to linger in one spot before moving on to the next. Jonjo nibbled at her ears and nuzzled her neck before returning to her lips once more. At the same time, she felt his hand move from her breast, pass over her ribcage, and then slide across her belly. It lingered for a moment, idly dawdling in her pubes, before continuing its progress as it curved between her legs.