17 comments/ 465584 views/ 112 favorites A Caring Mom By: Mamas_boy My wife and I have been married for the last 6 years. I have two kids ages 4 and 2. After dad passed away a few years ago, mom decided to sell her house in Maine, and buy a condo near us in sunny Arizona. This way, she reasoned, she could be close to us and the grandkids in particular. This worked out great for us, as we could rely on mom to take care of our kids, while my wife and I went on dates etc. Sometimes, mom took care of the kids at our place, and at other times, we would drop the kids off at her condo. One day, mom called me to tell me that she had been diagnosed with Sciatica. This came as a surprise to me. She explained that Sciatica was a condition caused by a pinched nerve, and caused her a pain from her back, down to her leg. The doctors had prescribed pain killers, which upset her stomach. She said one of her friends at her condo complex also had Sciatica, and was seeing a Chinese Acupuncture specialist. So far, Acupuncture had showed promise, and her friend was seeing improvement in her pain. I asked mom what Acupuncture entailed, and she explained the specialist used pins and needles at key pressure points on the body. I agreed it looked promising, and she should try it. Mom asked me if I would accompany her to the Chinese doctor, since she felt uncomfortable going there all by herself. Now, I work on what is known as a 9/80 schedule. That means I work roughly 9 hour days, for 9 days, and get my 10th day off. Thus in a two week period, I get to take every other Friday off. So I asked mom to schedule her appointment on my off Friday. On the scheduled day off, I dropped the kids at the daycare, and picked up mom for her appointment. The Doctor was an elderly Chinese gentleman who barely spoke any English. After examining her, he said she could be treated, but it would cost $35 each session. In 4 sessions, she would see a lot of improvement, and by the 8th session, the pain should be 90% gone. Mom was pleased to hear that since she was on a limited budget, and asked if she could start the treatment right away. The Chinese doctor asked mom to slip into a gown, and asked mom to lie on her back on the examining table. He moved the gown up to her stomach and gingerly grabbed mom's ankles, and moved them apart. After that, he went to work dropping pins onto her skin. I generally tried to stay out of his way, but couldn't help sneaking a peek at my mother lying on her back, only in her panties, and legs parted. I could make out the dark patch of her pussy hair through her panties. I have to admit, it turned me on seeing my mother like that. About fifteen minutes later, the Doctor asked mom to turn over, lie on her stomach, and proceeded to drop pins and needles on the back of her legs and along the waist and back. After half an hour, we were done, and on our way back home. During the drive back, my mind kept floating towards that sexy image of my mom lying on her back in her satin panties, with legs gently parted. I decided to focus our conversation in that direction. "Mom," I asked. "How are you feeling? Did the pins hurt?" "Not bad," she replied. "No! The pins didn't hurt at all. But I hope it gets better with time. Thank you for coming with me son." She added. "My friend had warned me about lying there all exposed like that. With you there, it made me more comfortable." "You're welcome mom." I replied. "Hope you don't mind my saying this," I added a bit nervously, "I had read, it was a good idea to shave off all that excess hair - you know, from hygienic perspective." And I smiled a bit nervously at her. Mom smiled back, put her hand on my cheek, and replied. "I understand perfectly what you are saying son. I used to shave it off regularly for your dad. He loved it that way. Now there is no one to do it for. Besides, now it itches." She added with a laugh. Wow! I thought. What a breakthrough! How many guys are there, that can talk to their moms about shaving her pussy, I thought? I felt a closer bond with my mom after that chat. I also felt a nice little rise, and when I dropped mom at her condo, I had to wank myself to release the pent up tension my mom had so innocently created. Two weeks later I took mom back to the Chinese Doctor. This time the routine was the same. Mom lay on her back in her panties, the gown up against her chest, legs gently parted, and the Doc proceeded with his pins and needles routine. My eyes kept going to mom's pussy, and I noted with pleasure, that mom had shaved her pussy this time! No dark patches in the center. The Doc rolled her on her stomach, and proceeded with his pins and needles technique. Before letting her go he looked at me and said. "You need massage your mother." He said in his broken English. "Massage berry berry good for Sciatica." Then he gave me a demo, and showed me how to massage mom with long strokes, and squeezing her calf and thigh muscles. "Massage increase blood circulation. Good for Sciatica" He added. "This special oil only $10." He pitched. So I bought a bottle of the 'special' oil for mom. Then he looked at mom and said. "Exercise berry berry good for Sciatica. No aerobics. Only swimming!" I understood what he was saying. After dad had passed away, mom had gained a few pounds. While she still looked very attractive, and at 5 Ft 6 in, she had a decent figure, nice boobs, and had put on some weight which showed around her hips, thighs and stomach. I was glad the Doc had made her aware she needed to lose weight. That day, after the Doc's visit, I had my first attempt at massaging my mother. Once at her condo, she slipped into a gown, lay in her bed, and like the Doctor, I raised her gown, past her stomach. Then, like the doctor, I gently parted her legs. Wow! I thought. This was nice! I get to touch mom's legs, thighs, and back, and be within a few inches of her vagina. Only thing between my mom's pussy and me was a thin piece of satin. I felt a bit ashamed to admit that in a way, I was sort of glad that mom had this problem that gave me the opportunity to get so close and touch her almost naked body. As mom lay on her back, I started to massage her. I started out slowly, from her calf, went up to her thighs, past her panties, and up to her hips and waist. As I reached up to her waist, I got close to her panty area, and tried to get as good a look at her vagina as possible. Then, I started on her thighs. I held her right leg, with my left hand on the outside, and my right hand inside between both her legs. I used the almond oil rather liberally. I massaged using long strokes with both my hands, starting from the knees, up to her thigh. A couple of times, I let my right hand run all the way to her panties. I raised her right leg up, and rubbed oil from her knees down towards her vagina -- again, in long strokes. Sometimes, again, I accidentally let my right hand end up touching her panties. With my hand soaked in the almond oil, whenever my hand touched her satin panties, the panties soaked up the oil. This made them somewhat translucent, and gave me a better glimpse through her panties. Then I switched to her left leg, and repeated the process. Only, this time, my left hand would end up brushing up against her panties. Oh how I loved what I was doing, and so close to her vagina. At this point I was developing a raging hard-on, but as I was wearing loose Dockers, mom had no inkling of what impact she was having on me. Besides, if she had seen my hard-on, I would have been mortified. Then, I turned mom on her stomach, and proceeded to massage her legs and back. This time again, I allowed my hands to rub past mums panties as I massaged her. While working on her back, I slid down mom's underwear a couple of inches lower from her hips in order to get better access to her buns. Mom squirmed a bit, but made no motion to stop me. I did not want to push my luck too far either, so I didn't push the panties too far down. With mom lying face down, I began to angle myself such that I could get a better look at mom's pussy, knowing she could not see me. I was literally in heaven. I never thought massaging mom would be so thrilling. After about 30 minutes of massage, I left her to rest, and headed home to masturbate. Massaging mom in her panties had given me the biggest raging hard-on I could ever have imagined. The third and fourth week at the doctor was uneventful. I looked forward to having mom in bed, in her panties, with her legs parted, and massaging her legs, thighs, and back. On the fourth massage session, I noticed mom's thighs begin to lose the lumps of marble I had seen in the first session. Her legs began to take on a smooth, slim feel. Early on, mom's thighs used to touch each other, now they did not. Her stomach also had gone down, and her ass was slimmer. I complimented mom on her weight loss. Of course, I did not tell her that as a result of her weight loss, there was a slightly larger gap between the sides of her panties, where it covered her vagina. Around this time, I started noticing that during my massage, mom would periodically doze off, and take a brief nap. I attributed that to an improvement in my massage skills. I started to take advantage of her naps during the massage. Whenever I heard her breathing deep, I would lift the flap of her panties, and take a sneak peek at her vagina. This was a beautiful sight. Then I also snuck an oil soaked finger inside her panty flap and gently rubbed it over her pussy. A couple of times, I raised her nightgown up a bit ever so carefully, and got a nice peek of mom's boobs and her nipples peeking below her gown. All this would result in a huge hard on, that I would take care of as soon as I returned to my house. All this time, my mother was blissfully unaware of what impact she was having on me. Mom was definitely feeling better with the Chinese Doctor, and I could see an improvement in her. I often kidded her that it was my massage, and not the Chinese Doctor's pins, and needles that were doing the trick. She often thanked me with a warm hug, and often felt her boobs mash into my chest as a result. I loved it. After a couple more massage sessions, things took a slightly different turn. I had started to get a rather bold in my approach, and I often let my fingers slide across her panties in her vagina area. Up to this point, mom had not once stopped me, or told me I was making her uncomfortable. I started questioning whether her lack of protest meant permission to proceed further. But I was very afraid of going too far too fast. I did not want to shock my mom, so I continued with my cautious approach. On the seventh session, I asked mom if she would mind removing her under wear, as it was coming in the way of massaging her hips. She looked at me surprised, that I would make such a request, but she replied. "Son, I don't mind removing them. But please don't embarrass me." I found a 4 Ft by 6 Ft baby blanket, and laid it across her stomach. I then reached under the small blanket, and gently grabbed her panties as if I was starting to remove them. Mom grabbed the blanket with both her hands, and elevated herself on her elbows, and I gradually slid her panties off! Oh what a sweet gesture. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. This gave me a huge hard on, and for the first time, my hard on became evident. I saw mom looking at it, and I felt embarrassed. "Oh. Mom"! I said apologetically. "I am so sorry." I added. To my surprise, mom became uncomfortable that she had embarrassed me. She in turn, tried to placate me. "Oh. That's alright son." She assured me. "It can happen to anyone. Besides, I am flattered that an old hag like me can still stir such a reaction." And she smiled, stretching her arms out as if to give me a hug. Pretending to feel dejected, with my head down, I leaned forward to give her a hug. She pulled me on her and wrapped her arms around me. My weight fell on her body. I could not help it, but my hard on landed right between her legs on the blanket, and this gave me an even harder erection. Instinctively, both my hands went under her shoulders, gripping them as I often did when I was fucking my wife. Pressing my hard on between my mom's legs felt very good. After a while, mom relaxed the hug, and I slowly got up from lying on top of her. My hard on still visible, I just pretended to ignore it, as did my mom. I proceeded to massage my mom and as usual, she closed her eyes. This time, I was careful to avoid touching her pussy with my hands since she was buck naked under the baby blanket. After a few minutes, I grabbed mom's ankles, pushed her legs back until her knees were raised. Then I pushed her legs further back so that the thighs touched her stomach and I gently leaned forward on her knees. That's when it hit me! Mom's baby blanket had just covered her knees, and she must be butt naked (no pun intended) right now. All I had to do was lean back and I could get a nice view of her pussy. As if reading my thoughts, mom opened her eyes, and our eyes met. Our gaze locked into each other. I was frozen. I so wanted to lean back and see my mother's naked bottom, but mom was gazing deep in my eyes. Instinctively, I gave her a brief smile, and she smiled back. Was that my permission to peek? I wondered. While smiling, and gazing deep into her eyes, I leaned back. Then I broke eye contact. My heart was racing a thousand beats per minute. I glanced down, got a brief glimpse of mom's naked vagina, and looked back up into my mom's eyes. And I smiled. My gesture had told mom, I saw your naked vagina. It also told her, that I know that you know I saw your naked vagina. As if understanding what I wanted, mom slowly closed her eyes, while her smile still lingered on her face. It was like she was telling me go ahead; I know you want to see more. And then I did! I looked down at my naked mother's pussy lips, and saw her pink clitoris, and her beautiful vagina. My cock got harder than it had ever been. At this point, as if possessed by a demon, I put my right forearm on both of my mom's shins holding her legs in place. With my left hand, I unbuckled my pants, and in 4 seconds flat, dropped my pants and underwear. I instantly kneeled before my mom's vagina, and not wanting to shock her with a penetration of my rock hard dick, I pointed my cock at her thighs near her vagina to let her know I was waiting at her doorstep. I then leaned closer to moms face. Her eyes were still closed. Her smile was still in its place, and I whispered slowly as if afraid someone might hear me. "Mom," I whispered, "I need this. I gotta have it." Mom whispered back. Eyes still closed. "Go for it son. Take it baby." And then I did. Without touching my dick, my hard dick found mom's wet vagina, and I entered. Holy smokes! I was finally buried in my mom's pussy. I pulled out after the first entry, and pushed in deep in the second stroke. I was buried up to the hilt. I hadn't realized mom was so wet, but she was. She opened her eyes, smiled once again at me, and whispered, "That's so beautiful. Take me. Just don't tell anyone baby." "I won't mom. It's our secret." I replied while increasing the tempo. I was now fucking my mom harder and deeper with every stroke. With that, mom grabbed the bed sheet, and pulled it over me. It made a nice tent over us. Now it seemed nobody could see us. Our eyes met. I moved my face closer, and for the first time, mom kissed me squarely on the lips. I kissed her back, with my tongue slipping inside her, and flicking her tongue. It was like electricity had passed through us. Our tongues instantly connected, and explored each other frantically. All this while, I kept pumping my mom's pussy harder and harder. I then reached under her gown and my hands found her boobs. Oh how lovely they felt. I tweaked her nipples in my fingers, and cupped her full breasts in my hands. All this was too much for me, and I could feel the rumblings of an orgasm forming deep inside. Mom sensed I was close, and put her arms around me, caressing me. "Cum inside me baby." She cajoled. "Cum inside momma." That was all I needed to hear. I let go, and felt the torrent of my sperm gushing through my body and through my shaft as I exploded deep inside my mom's pussy. Wave after wave it followed. I twitched, and moaned. And as the last few drops of my semen slipped out of my penis into my mother's pussy, and I slowed my thrust, I saw moms eyes go dreamy, and a deep guttural sound emerge from her throat. I knew she was about to cum. My dick was still hard, and I pumped my mother's vagina harder. I kept pumping even though the tip of my penis wanted me to stop. She let go, and I could feel her wetness dribble down my legs. I kept humping my mother realizing she was having her first orgasm in a very long time. And I was not going to stop. This sweet lady had allowed me her most cherished anatomy and I was not going to let her down. Then finally, mom stopped rocking and I fell on top of her, with her arms warmly wrapped around me, and the bed sheet over us. For the first time ever, I slept in my mom's arms, with my dick buried in her pussy. I slept like a baby. It was like a dream come true. Mom and I have fucked each other's brains every other Friday since then. She likes to call my Friday Off, a "Get Off Friday." We have since tried all sorts of positions. We do it in the shower, inside her closet, and in the kitchen while she cooks for me. I often sit with my back to the stove, and eat her pussy as she fixes lunch. Before I leave, mom always makes me sit on the sofa like a king, and always gives me head. She says that reminds her why she seduced me in the first place. Yes! Mom confided in me that she really did not have Sciatica. She had made that up! It all started when mom was babysitting at our place and she heard a recording from my wife's doctor, about her locked jaw problem. She immediately knew that meant her son was not getting head from his wife. She had learned from her friend at the condo all about Sciatica, and the Chinese Doctor, and the massages, and decided to try him in an effort to get me close to her. She said she was glad I took things slow, as it gave her time to reflect if she really wanted to continue to seduce me. She was happy to say that she found herself waiting every other Friday for a chance to have her son touch her. I told her that I too was always looking forward to my off Fridays for a chance to touch mom's naked skin. And all those times that she pretended to be asleep? She was not really asleep! She was faking it! She admitted she enjoyed watching me, peek at her private parts. I was very happy that mom had seduced me in such a slow and what appeared to be a completely natural manner. Neither of us had ever felt uncomfortable because we took things very slowly. I consider myself very lucky to have such a considerate and thoughtful mother. The end. A Caring Mother ********** This story is a prequel to the encounters between Joanne, John and Chris and Chris's former schoolmate Jim and his family in Chapters 6 and 7 of my earlier work, Meeting the Maddisons. The two stories stand alone, but I wanted to explore the relationship between shy Chris and his parents who want to do everything they can to help him. I may take the story of Joanne and Chris further but I am working on the final chapters of Meeting the Maddisons when they finally get to the Sex Olympics. We shall see. Hope you enjoy A Caring Mother. ***************** Joanne had been worried about her son Chris for some time. Several years actually. Right through school he'd never had a date. He just seemed incredibly shy around girls. When it came time to find a date for the prom he locked himself in his room and no matter how hard Joanne tried to get him to ask a girl to go with him, he'd just run away and hide. "Maybe he's gay," said his father John, an ex-military man who regarded getting a woman in bed as similar to storming the beaches of Normandy. Just put your head down and go for it. "No, I don't think so," said Joanne. "I'm not picking that vibe up at all. I think he's just incredibly shy." "Maybe he just needs a bit of help. Why don't you line up a date for him. What about that nice girl down the street, the Robinson's daughter, what's her name?" "Emily? No I think it would be even worse if I fixed him up with a date. He'd not say a word and she'd think him a total dork and the situation would be even worse. No John, this is something Chris has to do on his own. I just wish I knew how I could help him." Truth was Joanne knew very well that Chris wasn't gay. She'd found Playboy magazines stuck under his bed. One time she'd gone into his room to pick up his washing thinking he was out, and he was at his desk with his back to her. Over his shoulder she saw that he was looking at porn on the computer. It had only been a flash of a second before Chris managed to close the lid, but she'd seen over his shoulder it was definitely a photo of a woman sucking off a man's cock, not a man doing it to a man. She'd closed the door quickly and apologized to him through the door. She couldn't be sure as she only saw him from behind, but she was sure Chris had been masturbating as he looked at the photo. She knocked on the door and Chris had said to come in. He looked very embarrassed. Joanne said sorry, but she thought he was out and only wanted to collect his washing. Chris didn't get up and Joanne realized it must be because he had an erection. She picked up the washing and quickly left the room. Chris was obviously embarrassed and didn't say a word. "John, I know he's not gay because I recently caught him looking at porn on his computer and it certainly wasn't gay porn." "Really – what happened?" John said, sounding almost excited. Joanne explained what had happened. "Was he embarrassed that you caught him?" "Yes, he didn't say anything, but I could tell." "Did you say anything to him about it?" "No, I just pretended I hadn't seen anything and left." "Maybe that was the wrong thing to do. We have to get through to him that masturbating is healthy. I tell you once he gets more confident about sex he'll get up the courage to ask a girl out." "Oh, John, if you talk to him about that sort of thing you know he'll freak out." Her husband thought for a second. "You're right Jo, that's why it has to be you who has to talk to him. Perhaps you should go in and have a quiet word with him that it's OK to masturbate to images of girls having sex." Joanne thought about it all day. She wasn't prudish or hung up about sex. In fact she dressed pretty provocatively most of the time. She had a good figure and even though she was 39 she looked ten years younger. She guessed Chris had seen her undressed around the house once or twice but didn't think much about it. She was proud of her body and knew she attracted men with her blonde hair cut in a neat bob that framed her angelic looking face. Her big blue eyes drew in everybody to look at her. Over the years Chris was at school she frequently visited the school wearing tight jumpers with stretch jeans tucked into knee high boots. She helped out around the school, serving food at the canteen and helping out on sports days. She had good sized boobs, a slim waist, flat stomach and shapely legs. In summer she generally wore dresses that showed off her shapely legs and had a generous cleavage. She knew the teenage boys ogled her, and she quite liked the attention. Some of the other moms glanced at her disapprovingly, but she didn't care. She knew she was what is known as a "hot soccer mom". What she didn't know was that the teenage boys in her son's soccer team called her a MILF – a Mother I'd Like to Fuck. Chris had heard these comments about his mom, and tried to fight the boys who said it to defend his mother. But it only made things worse, and they openly spoke in front of him how they would like to feel her tits, stick their fingers in her cunt and take her up the ass. Truth was Chris had often thought the same thing, and he was deeply ashamed of those thoughts. He knew his mom was smoking hot. The previous day she'd almost caught him beating off as he looked at porn on his computer. God that was almost so embarrassing. But she hadn't said anything so maybe he'd got away with it. Chris looked out the back window from his bedroom and saw his mother on a deckchair below wearing a tiny black bikini working on a summer tan. She was lying on her front and couldn't see him as he gazed down on her. Chris was stunned at the vision below. He picked up a pair of binoculars to get an even closer look at her body as she lay on the deckchair. He could see the pores of her skin sweating and the light down of hair on her ass. She had pulled the sides of her bikini bottom into the crack of her ass so her cheeks could get a good tan. She'd undone the straps of her top so her back was clear. As Chris watched he saw his mother slip her fingers under the material of her bikini bottom to press them even tighter into her ass crack. Watching through the binoculars Chris's heart pounded hard, so hard he was sure his mother could hear it down below. Then he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her lift the material clear of her ass crack and for a tantalizing moment he had a close up view through the binoculars of his mother's asshole. It was pink and hairless. Chris didn't know if his mother shaved off all her pubic hair like the women did in the porn films he'd seen on the internet. He sure hoped so. He thought it made them look completely naked and open, with absolutely nothing to hide. But would his own mother do that too? Surely not. She's no porn star. But he became determined to find out. He watched her for a long time, his eyes gazing intently at her back, her hips, her ass cheeks and her long legs. After a while his mother moved to turn over and Chris ducked his head back inside the window. He sneaked a peek and saw she had her dark glasses on so he couldn't be sure if her eyes were closed or not. Damn. But he decided she wouldn't lie there with her eyes open all the time so he risked taking a longer look from the side of the window. He was glad he did. Her top was off and her breasts lay open to the sun and his gaze. They were a good size and flopped to the side of her chest. Chris thought that was different from many of the women he's seen on porn films whose tits stood straight up when they lay on their back. Maybe that meant his mom's tits were real. He got the binoculars out and trained them on his mom's breasts, watching them rise and fall with her steady breathing. Her pink nipples were flat and not erect like little thimbles. He liked that. He shifted the binoculars over her chest and admired the ripples of her rib cage before he reached the hard flat stomach. Her bikini was cut very low, so low that it barely covered her pubic mound. Chris couldn't see any pubic hair sticking out, but he was dying to know if she was shaved all the way. He'd have to try and catch her in the shower and make like it was an accident. Chris didn't know it, but lying on the deckchair below Joanne had noticed a shadow at the window above her. She'd only narrowly opened her eyes and she couldn't be sure without moving. But she felt someone was watching her. John was away for the day, and the only one at home that it could be was Chris. Joanne didn't move. She was luxuriating in the sun and felt dreamy. Heck. If Chris wanted to look at her topless maybe it's a good thing. In fact it gave her quite a thrill to know her shy 18 year old son who showed no interest in girls his own age was gazing at her nearly naked body. She reached for the suntan oil and applied a large amount to her breasts and chest. She saw the shadow in the window move. He was watching! Well, I'll give him a show, she thought, and squirted the oil over her flat stomach. She worked the oil in, slipping her fingers under the sides of the bikini to spread the shiny liquid over her hips and thighs. Should she be even more daring? She slipped the tips of her fingers under the bikini above her pubic mound and moved them around spreading the slippery oil. She had shaved that morning, leaving only a little triangle of hair above her clitoris. She heard a sharp intake of breath above her and knew Chris was watching closely. She had him hooked. She poured a dollop of oil into her right hand and then slid her entire hand under the material, spreading the oil all over her pubis. With her left hand she lifted the material clear and down so Chris would be able to get a flash of this forbidden part of her body. Again she heard the intake of breath above her. Is he masturbating as he sees this? Oh I hope so, Joanne thought devilishly. She moved her right hand around her pubic mound and even slipped a finger over her clitoris and into her vagina. Maybe this will show Chris that there's nothing wrong with masturbation and he can see that women do it too. She heard heavy breathing above her and the sounds of regular movement. She increased the speed of her finger rubbing on her well lubricated clitoris, and her breathing got heavier and heavier. She was really into it now. She could feel it rising, her muscles tensed, she threw her head back and as it rushed to a climax she let out a low guttural cry. "UUUnnnnggghhh." Joanne's fingers flew over her clitoris. Her left hand tugging down her bikini bottom shifted to insert two fingers deep into her vagina. She heard another loud gasp from the upstairs window, but she was beyond caring. She knew there could be a dozen strangers standing around watching her and she couldn't stop. That thought flashing across her mind even spurred her on. She wanted a second climax. She knew it was coming. Her muscles clenched hard. Her fingers were trapped in her tightening vagina. Her nipples were painfully hard. Sweat was pouring off her body. Then all of a sudden, like a giant wave crashing against a cliff, the orgasm hit her. "AAArrrgh, ffaaaack!!!" Liquid spurted from her vagina as she came, soaking her left hand and drenching her bikini bottom. All the muscles in her body stretched hard as wave after wave of orgasm wracked through her body. Never had she had such an intensive orgasm from masturbation. Was it because she knew her son was watching her that made it so intense? She didn't care. As she slowly came down from the peak she'd just climbed, she heard a cry from above. Was her son was coming too? Upstairs, Chris couldn't believe his eyes. His mom was fingering herself to orgasm in the deckchair below him and he was watching every movement in extreme close up through the binoculars. He could see her fingers moving underneath the bikini bottom, and his heart leaped when she used her other hand to lift the material free of her pubic area. "Holy Shit!" he almost cried out as he saw that she was mostly bare down there. He thought he saw a little bit of hair, but now he knew his mother took the care to shave off almost all of her pubic hair. He was so proud of her. She was going further, dipping her fingers into her cunt with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Chris couldn't believe his eyes. He reached one hand down to grab his cock and started whacking himself off while he watched his mom through the binoculars held in the other hand. He saw her body shudder and she threw her head back, mouth wide open and an ecstatic cry come out of her mouth. "Fuck, she's coming!" Chris muttered to himself. His hand flew faster over his dick as he watched his mother intently. Then just as his mother's cries subsided Chris knew he was coming too. With a muffled cry sperm spurted from his cock, splashing on the wall and windowsill. His knees buckled with the force of his ejaculation and he lost his balance. His grip on the binoculars loosened and then he realized with horror that he was dropping them. He dived for them but the heavy binoculars bounced once on the windowsill and then, to his terror, they fell right out the window. He heard them crash on the stone floor below, just yards from where his mother lay on her deckchair. Horrified, Chris pulled his head in away from the window. He heard a shocked cry of surprise from below, but he didn't dare look out. "What's that," he heard his startled mother cry. He heard her get up out of her deckchair and go over to see what had fallen on the floor and smashed. "Jim, did you drop something?" she called out. Chris felt like hiding under his bed or running from his room to pretend he wasn't there. But he was frozen to the spot in fear and kept his mouth firmly shut. "Chris, it's your binoculars! Did you drop them?" Chris didn't dare say anything. She'd know he'd been watching her through those binoculars. "Come on Chris, I know you're there. It's only me and you home. Binoculars don't fly out of windows by themselves. Please come to the window." Chris realized he was trapped and there was no escape. With the blood drained from his face he edged his way to the window and looked down at his mother. She was standing there still topless, but holding the incriminating broken binoculars. "Er hi mum. Oh what's that? My binoculars? Oh, they must have fallen from the windowsill. I'm, er, rearranging my room and put them on the windowsill and must have knocked them out through the window." "Hmmm," Joanne said as she looked at the binoculars. They were clearly broken. One lens was broken and plastic rings had been smashed in the fall. "I'm afraid they're broken, dear. I'll bring them up." Joanne didn't believe him for one second. But if he'd been using the binoculars he would have got the most incredible close up view of what she had just been doing. Somehow that thought excited her. She put on her silk dressing gown and quickly went up the stairs with the broken binoculars. When she got to Chris's room he was in a frenzy of moving things around. He was trying to make it appear he really had been reorganizing his room. She giggled to herself. "It's such a shame dear, I know how you love looking through these binoculars," she said mischievously, hinting she secretly knew he'd been using them to look at her fingering herself down below in the garden. "It brings things so much closer, doesn't it dear," she said smiling as she handed the broken binoculars to her son. "Oh, er, yes mum," Chris said nervously. Joanne walked over to the window. "Just how could they possibly fall out the window?" she said. She made a point of looking around the windowsill, and with a start realized she was looking at puddles of her son's cum on the sill and dripping down the wall below it. She knew what had happened – he'd dropped them while he was ejaculating from watching her having her own orgasm down below. What should she do? If she says anything would it embarrass him even further? Would he retreat into himself with shame that he'd been caught spying on his own mother? Or would it be best to confront him about it right now, get it out in the open? She looked at her son. He was just about shivering with fear and shame. She decided this wasn't the right time. "Don't worry Chris. We'll see if Santa will bring you another pair of binoculars. Now, you'd better finish off tidying up your room," she said and left Chris to recover by himself. Chris didn't dare emerge from his room for the rest of the day. Joanne was worried about him. Would this embarrassment set him back even further? When John got back home that evening and Chris still didn't come out of his room, Joanne decided to ask her husband what she should do. She told him she'd been sunbaking topless out in the back garden and she suspected Chris was quietly watching her from his bedroom window upstairs. John wasn't upset at this, in fact he seemed a little excited. "Oh, and what happened?" he asked. "Well, I must admit I got a bit dreamy in the sun and with that oil on, and I started feeling myself." "What, you felt yourself up while you suspected our son was watching you?" "John, I wasn't certain that he was watching. Well not at first. It just sort of developed. It was so good in the sun and I must admit I felt a bit sexy thinking someone might be watching." "Which bikini did you have on?" John asked. "The black one." "Isn't that the one that barely covers anything?" "Yes, I suppose you could say that," Joanne smiled at him. "Wow, no wonder he was spying on you. What happened next?" "Well, I slipped my hand under the bottoms and well, you know, did what a girl sometimes has to do." "And you didn't worry that Chris was watching you?" "No, it sort of added to the sexiness of it all." "Go on, did you use both hands like you usually do?" "Yes, my right hand rubbed my clit while my left stuck the fingers in." "Did you keep the bottoms on?" "Yes, but I sort of pulled them out and aside to get my fingers in." "You sure gave him a show didn't you? Lucky boy." "But at the end, after I came, he dropped his binoculars out the window and they smashed right near me." "Oh Jesus. You mean he knows you know that he was watching you?" "I don't know. When I took the broken binoculars up to him in his room he pretended they just fell through the window while he was tidying up. But I saw he had ejaculated all over the windowsill and down the wall. He must have dropped them because he was masturbating while watching me." John burst out laughing. "Oh the poor kid. Now he's terrified of what he thinks going's to happen. You weren't angry with him where you? "No, I just pretended I hadn't noticed and said to finish cleaning up his room. I think he knew that I knew. He looked terrified." John thought for a minute. "Do you think I should go up and talk to him, tell him we're not angry?" "Well, remember we decided this morning that it was me who should talk to him after I accidentally caught him masturbating to porn on his computer? John I think now we should go in together to see him. That way he'll know we are united on this and that we both think it's OK for him to masturbate. I don't mind he was watching me, and I'll tell him that. But maybe if you say you're OK with it too he'll come out of his shell. We just want him to open up more and start getting the confidence to ask girls out. He's 18 now and he should be out having fun." "Alright dear, do you think we should go up now, or later?" "I think after dinner when he's ready for bed. He'll be more relaxed then." Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. Joanne and John kept the conversation neutral, asking Chris about how his search for a summer job was going and about a camping holiday the family was planning. It was tough getting two words out of Chris, but his parents did their best to keep the conversation cheerful. A Caring Mother Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Son spies on parents' anal play Joanne walked back into her bedroom after masturbating her son, her right hand covered in his cum. Her husband John was lying on the bed where he had been waiting impatiently for her. John saw his wife's cum-soaked hand glistening in the light. "You did it then? How was he?" "Oh honey, it was amazing. I've never seen so much cum. The poor kid, the first spurt hit him on his cheek. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry." Joanne held out her arm and showed John her sperm covered hand. It was just about dripping off. She didn't want it falling on their bed so she raised her hand. The goo ran in little streams over her wrist and down her forearm. "I better go wash this off before it gets everywhere," she said and went into the bathroom which ran off their bedroom. As she washed her hands John came up behind her and hugged her close. He leaned in and smelled her hair, kissed her cheek and reached his hands around to cup both her breasts. "Jo, you are an amazing woman and I love you so much. And you are an incredible mother. I can't imagine many mothers would do what you did to help their son. But I think you have helped him enormously tonight." "You think so dear? I don't know. All I know is that our son had an enormous ejaculation when his mother masturbated him in his bed. I'm no psychologist, but I think that would happen with just about any young man. Have I really done the right thing?" "I'm sure you have sweetheart. He'll feel so much more confident now. I reckon after this experience he knows how fantastic sex is and he'll be rushing to go out with girls. You know that's why we agreed to do this." "Yes I do, but will he just see me as a sex object now? It's a pretty big taboo we've just broken. You know after you left he asked if he could feel my breasts?" "Really? Did you let him?" "Well, yes. He'd just seen you do it before you left the room and he asked if he could feel them too. I said only through the nightie, like you had done." "Was he satisfied by that -- did he try to go further?" "No, he was pretty excited that I was jerking his cock and he was feeling my breasts. I think that's pretty darn exciting for one day don't you?" "Well, yes, I suppose so. But I wonder if it could do him harm if we refused him permission to feel your body after you've jerked him off." "Oh John, I don't know. I don't know how we are going to act with him tomorrow over breakfast. Do we pretend nothing happened? Do we say it was just that once and no more? What if he wants to do it again?" "I don't know either Jo. We'll just have to see how he is in the morning. But I tell you what, I really want to have you now." With that John leaned down and in one motion lifted up her nightdress and pulled it over her head so she stood naked in front of him. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. John was rampant, his cock hard. Whether it was knowing his wife had just pulled off their son, or whether he just had the hots for her, neither of them cared. He drove his cock into her pussy, and pounded hard and furiously. Joanne loved it, spreading her legs as wide as possible. In her mind she could see the hard young body of her son lying naked before her, her hand caressing him and gripping his hard cock. She knew a taboo had been broken, and once broken couldn't be put back the way it was before. As John thrust into her, she imagined if Chris's cock would feel even better inside her. He sure had a beautiful cock, and those balls were wonderful. That thought shocked her. 'NO, I can't think like that. That is too much. I can never let that happen.' John had other thoughts while he was pounding his dick into Joanne. He was very excited that his wife had just masturbated their son, that she had allowed him to feel her breasts as she jerked him to a monster ejaculation. He wished he'd been able to watch. Maybe next time. He was surprised that he wanted his wife to go further with Chris. Would she really do it? Maybe if we stepped it up around the house, just became more open about sex, if Jo exposed herself more then she might feel open enough to do more with Chris. With that thought he knew he was going to do what he could to get Jo to open up sexually even more around Chris. He looked down to see his cock slamming in and out of Jo's mostly shaved cunt. Would Chris like to see that? What would Jo look like Chris fucked his mother? The thought excited him even more, and he whispered to Jo: "I want your ass honey, where's the lube." "Oh dear, I left it next to Chris's bed." "I'll go get it." "No honey, don't disturb him. He'll be sleeping after that monster cum." "I won't wake him. Don't go away." John got up, his hard cock waving in the air as he strode out of their bedroom across the corridor and opened the door to Chris's bedroom. He looked inside. It was dark but from the light of the corridor he could see Chris lying flat on his bed. He looked asleep. John went in, saw the tube of lubrication on the bedside table, picked it up and walked out. But as he left he left Chris's door slightly open. He crossed into his bedroom and left their door slightly open too. John knew that if Chris was awake he'd be able to hear his parents making love, and that thought turned him on. Chris was indeed awake. He saw his dad sneak into his room with a full erection, grab the lube and go back out. He was still reeling with shock and excitement that his mother had given him the most intense cum of his life. Now he'd seen his father's erect cock. He realized his dad hadn't closed the door properly, but felt too sleepy to get up and close it. John crossed to where Jo was lying naked on the bed waiting for him. The bedside table lights were on as both John and Jo liked to be able to see each other during sex. Jo saw John had the lube in his hand and rolled over on to her stomach. She liked anal sex, and she knew John always got more excited when they did it this forbidden way. John squeezed the tube into his hand and spread the lube all around Joanne's asshole, slipping a finger through her sphincter muscle. Joanne squirmed and let out a little cry. "That's my girl, just relax your ass and let it open up for me," said John, a little louder than he needed for Jo to hear him. Across the corridor Chris heard what his father said and was instantly wide awake. "What the fuck!" he said to himself. He looked over at the door and realized his parents' door must be open too. There was a faint glow of light coming from their bedroom. He got out of bed and peered through the gap in his door. His heart leaped as he realized he could see into his parents' bedroom across the corridor. He couldn't see them, but just then he saw a naked back reflected in the mirror above his mother's dressing table. It was his father doing something to his mother. She was obscured, but Chris could guess what was happening as he heard his father say: "That's two fingers Jo, do you want more?" "Yes, try three, no four. I can take it tonight. I feel so open." "My God Jo, that's four fingers in your ass. You've never taken that many before." "Just fuck me honey, fuck my ass." Chris couldn't believe what he was hearing. He watched intently as he saw his father stand up higher and then lower himself so he seemed to be squatting. "AAAuuuggghh," he heard his mother cry. Chris was frustrated he couldn't see what was going on. In the mirror he could see his father's bent back, and he must be hunched over his mother, but he couldn't see anything below. Chris decided to risk getting a closer look. He eased open his door and, as quietly as he could, crossed the corridor. He slid up against the wall next to his parent's bedroom. Their door was open by about two inches. He stuck his head around the corner. It took a split second for his eyes to adjust but what he saw through the gap took his breath away. His mom was on her knees, her head buried in a pillow. Her ass was sticking up in the air and his dad was crouched over her, his dick planted deep in her asshole. As Chris watched, John lifted his cock out of Jo's asshole and rammed it in again. Chris grabbed his erect cock and started jacking off to the action playing right in front of him. "UUUggghh," she cried. "Faaarrrkkk." John repeated the move over and over. Jo's hands were spread wide on the bed, gripping the sheets. Chris was frozen in awe of what he was seeing. He looked intently at where his father's cock was pounding his mother's asshole. His dad's cock was shiny with lubrication, and small dollops of the clear gel rolled out of his mom's anus, rolling down her cunt lips. Chris was thrilled to see that his mother's cunt and ass were absolutely hairless. She looked just like the porn stars he secretly watched on his bedroom computer. John was thrilled at the openness his wife was showing in their anal play tonight. She'd never taken four fingers in her ass before, and he loved the way she was pushing back against him as he pounded into her. Normally she lay on her stomach with a pillow under her, letting him fuck her ass as though he was fucking her cunt. Tonight she was right into it, kneeling to give him deeper access and he could tell she was building to an orgasm. Could she have an anal orgasm? I fucking hope so. John looked up as he readied himself to pound her even harder. His eye caught the dressing table mirror. Hold on! Is that Chris peeping through the gap in the door? It was dark in the corridor, but John was sure he spotted Chris's eye looking through where he'd left the door ajar. Holy shit! He's watching me fuck his mother in the ass! This stirred John on even more, wanting to put on a good performance for his son. He lifted up his legs higher so that Chris would have an unobstructed view as he squatted over Jo. John had his hands on Jo's shoulders to steady himself, and he used that leverage to come in at an even deeper angle into her ass. He increased the speed and started really pounding his cock hard into his wife's ass, slamming deep into her rectum. He made sure his cock pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the head inside her sphincter, before he drilled into her again. Chris would like that, seeing how hard he was drilling his mother's ass. Jo was in a total state of surrender. Her ass was wide open for her husband and she didn't care how hard he slammed into her, she could take it all. It was as though she was in another world, a world where her anus was the centre of everything. She wanted John to go on slamming into her ass forever. Chris stood transfixed, his mouth hanging open. His hand on his cock was flying furiously up and down. There's no way this is real. He had to be dreaming. His kind, wonderful mother, the beautiful blonde who had every kid in school drooling over her, the mom he'd punched other kids for saying would be a good fuck, and here she was taking dad's cock deep into her ass!!! John was close to cumming. Should he cum deep inside his wife's ass, or should he put on a show for Chris and pull out to splash all over his mother's ass? Maybe he'd pounded Jo hard enough for her ass to gape wide open when he pulled out. Yes! That would be a fantastic finale for Chris to see. John thought he'd have to pull up high enough so that Chris could get a clear view of his mother's asshole the instant he pulled out his dick and started spurting. Yes! The sperm would run down her ass and cunt like streams. That would be a great sight for Chris. Chris felt faint. The blood had drained from his head in shock but he couldn't take his eyes off the incredible scene in front of him. He saw his father increase his speed and then was astounded as his dad pulled out of his mum's ass, lifted high and started spurting his cum over her ass. Chris heard his father give a huge grunt and as he looked closely and he saw with amazement that his mother's asshole had a black hole open about an inch across. His dad's sperm squirted right inside the hole, and it was flowing down her ass and hairless cunt. Chris felt his own cum spurting out of his cock. He hadn't time to catch it as it splashed on the wall and on the carpet. Suddenly everything went black inside Chris's head, and he felt himself falling. He crashed to the floor outside his parent's bedroom in a dead faint. Both John and Jo heard the crash of the body hitting the ground. Jo was the first one up and rushed to the door. She opened it and was stunned to see her son lying on the floor in front of her. "Oh Chris, are you alright?" she cried as she knelt beside him cradling his head. John was beside her in an instant. He guessed what had happened, and he didn't want Jo to know he'd deliberately left the door open so Chris could see inside their bedroom. "It's OK Jo, he's just fainted. I've seen this before during parades in the army. He'll come around in a second or two. Just get some water will you?" While Jo went to get a glass of water, John gently slapped his son on his cheek to stir him. Chris groggily opened his eyes. "You OK son?" "W-W-What happened?" "You fainted son. What were you doing out here. We thought you were asleep." "Oh, er, I was just on my way to the bathroom." Joanne arrived with a glass of water. With a start she realized both Chris and John were naked, and of course she was too. Ah well, this is an emergency. She lifted Chris up and gave him a drink. She felt something wet on the floor under her hand. She rubbed the sticky goo between her fingers and smelt it. It was cum. Maybe it dripped off her ass when she was down helping Chris. She looked at the wall next to their bedroom door and there it was again. Thick globs of cum dripping down the wall. No way that was from her. Joanne knew then that Chris had been sneaking a look at his parents in their bedroom. Oh no! Joanne thought. Chris must have seen John fucking me in the ass! That's what happened. He was standing here masturbating as he watched us and fainted as he came. Oh shit. What should we do about that? John helped Chris back to his bed and Chris curled over and went straight to sleep. When John came out, Joanne showed him the sperm stains on the wall and carpet. "He was watching us!" she hissed at her husband as they went into their bedroom and closed the door. "Could he see everything we did? Wasn't the door closed?" "I don't know dear. I thought I closed it." "Oh no, not tonight of all nights. John we were doing all that and he was watching!" "Honey, we don't know if he saw us. Maybe he just heard things and after what you'd done to him that was enough for him to whack off." "What, in the corridor? He's never done anything like that before. And don't think he did that because of what I did for him. You thought it would help him, but now he's spying on his parents." "But remember why we agreed you should help him. We wanted him to be more confident with girls. I think what you did was a great first step. Look, if we come down hard on him for what just happened it could really set him back even further." "So what should we do?" "I think we should shrug it off. Just treat it as part of normal sex life. Maybe even make a joke of it. What about if you make like it's nothing serious, and just ask him to clean up the mess he left on the wall outside our bedroom. After all it's not the first time. Let's not forget he whacked off while watching you masturbate on the deckchair." "Yes, I suppose you're right. Oh John, I don't know where all this is going with Chris. If anybody knew what I'd done with my son they'd be horrified." "Who cares what other people might think. This is our family, Chris is our son, and we are doing what we think is best for him. You're not going to back out of this now are you Jo?" "No, I don't regret any of it. I don't even really mind that he was spying on us. I just wish that he didn't feel it was necessary. I want him to be out playing with girls his own age. He just seems to lack the confidence to approach them." "So maybe we ought to be even more open with him. Let him see that we are sexual people and not hide it from him." "What, like make love in front of him?" "Well, I don't know about that." John was thrilled Jo had brought up that possibility. But he suspected Jo wouldn't agree to it if he suggested it. "Maybe not that far, not now at least. We can't have him fainting all over the place can we?" he laughed. Jo laughed too. They hugged and cradled each other before they dozed off. Sleepily, John asked his wife one last question. "Tell you what Jo, why don't you wear a little less around the house in front of Chris? He's obviously fascinated by your body, and I must say you look absolutely fantastic naked." Joanne smiled at that idea. She snuggled up to her husband and drifted off to sleep wondering how Chris would react if she started going around the house nearly naked. A Caring Mother Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Joanne handles both son and dad * When Joanne woke up the next morning she decided to test how Chris would react if she was totally open with him about what happened the night before. She wasn't upset that her son had been spying on his parents as they made love in their bedroom. She thought that sort of curiosity was normal in an 18 year old. But their love making last night wasn't exactly conventional -- her husband John had given her ass a thorough pounding in what was their most intense anal sex session ever. If Chris had seen that through the crack in the bedroom door what would he think of her? Would he think she was some kind of slut? Joanne was concerned how Chris regarded her. After all she'd masturbated her son to orgasm just before her anal sex session with her husband. Would Chris still respect her as a mother? She really wanted to help Chris get over his extreme shyness. She and John had decided that if she helped Chris get over his sexual hangups it would build up his confidence and he'd start going out with girls like a regular 18 year old boy. She got out of bed and went to her closet. She thought her husband had been right last night just before they went to sleep when he suggested she wear more revealing clothes in front of Chris. If Chris was to break out of his shell he had to see his mother as a sexual woman who loved him, not just as a provider and carer. She had a long shower, scrubbing her back to get off the cum that had dried on her ass and legs. She got the razor and shaved carefully around her pussy. She had a little line of hair on her pubic mound, and for the umpteenth time she pondered whether to shave that off too. She kept it because she had this feeling she looked like a little girl if she was completely bare. She knew John wanted her absolutely hairless. She wondered what Chris would like. But she still kept that little landing strip as the women called it. The important thing was to shave carefully around her pussy. Then she reached around and squatted so she could shave her ass crack. Difficult spot that. Wished I had some help, but she couldn't imagine anyone volunteering to shave her ass. Standing naked and fresh she looked through her clothes. What to wear for Chris? Not the Victoria's Secret see-through frilly underwear. That would look like she was trying too hard. Not the transparent nightie. He'd seen her in that last night. Maybe the tight little tank top. No. Too little girlish. It has to look natural. Like she just threw it on without knowing how revealing it was. Joanne pulled on a loose white singlet. It had deep scoops under the armpits so it showed a fair bit of her breasts from the side. It had a deep scoop at the front so if she bent down her nipples could be seen easily. Perfect. Next she pulled on some loose black satin shorts that were small and rode high up her hips. Chris will be wondering all the time if I'm wearing anything underneath, thought Joanne. She brushed her blonde hair and put on a tiny bit of make up to look fresh for her men. She left John to sleep in -- after all it was a weekend -- and went down to the kitchen. No one else was up, and Joanne made herself a muesli breakfast with fruit. She took it outside and sat on the back deck where she'd sunbaked the previous day. It was a beautiful sunny morning. Joanne listened to birds singing as she ate her muesli. She felt good with the world. She heard noises in the kitchen. "Is that you John?" "No mom, it's me." Her son sounded decidedly nervous. Joanne knew she had to do something now rather than wait. "Get yourself some breakfast dear and come out and sit with me in the sun." "OK mom." Joanne adjusted her singlet so that it hung low. She knew from the side she was showing an almost complete profile of her breasts. She pulled up her shorts a bit so that it was tight in against her crotch and bare right to the top of her hips. Chris noticed immediately he walked on to the deck that his mum was revealing a lot of flesh as she sat in the sun eating her breakfast. He didn't know how to react to her after what she'd done to him in his bedroom and what he'd seen her do with his father last night. He didn't know regular women took cocks in their ass. He thought it was only porn stars who did that sort of thing. Certainly he still couldn't believe his own mother willingly took dad's cock deep into her asshole. How could he react normally with her after what he'd seen? Chris shuffled along carrying his bowl of corn flakes. He didn't dare look at his mother, looking down at the ground. He sat and continued avoiding looking at her, eating silently. "How are you feeling this morning Chris?" she asked softly. Her son was in T-shirt and shorts. She thought he looked very handsome. "Fine mom." He still didn't look up at her. "Chris, please look at me. It's rude not to look at people when you talk to them." Slowly Chris raised his eyes to look at his mother. She looked so hot. He could see the side of her right breast almost completely exposed by the loose singlet. Her thighs were exposed right to the hip, and he wondered if she was wearing anything underneath. He wondered if her ass was sore after what she'd gone through last night. 'Oh God, how can I keep thinking about my mom like this' Chris thought to himself and he looked down at his breakfast once more. "Chris we have to talk about last night," Joanne said, leaning closer to him. "In case you're worried, I'm certainly not upset at what happened. I think it was a beautiful thing we did, and I did it to help you. I hope it teaches you not to be afraid of sex." Joanne reached over and put her hand on Chris's thigh. "Chris we are all sexual beings. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your father and I are very proud of you. We both agreed that if I helped you get over some of your inhibitions it might build your self-confidence." Still Chris said nothing. Joanne stroked her son's bare thigh, her hand reaching up to within six inches of his crotch. "Chris you were magnificent last night, and I loved seeing your cum spurting over your body like that." Chris was stunned. He thought his mom would just pretend nothing had happened. He looked up at her. She was smiling at him. Love filled her eyes. "Really mom, you're not mad at me." "Of course not. I'm not even mad at what you did later -- in the corridor outside our bedroom." "Oh mum." Chris hung his head in his hands. "That was so embarrassing. I just blacked out. I didn't even feel hitting the floor." "You fainted dear, but that's not what I'm talking about. Chris, we know you were listening to us through the door. And you were masturbating weren't you Chris? I found the sperm stains on the wall and on the carpet." "OH NO" Chris cried in shame. He tried to shrink away from his mother, but she kept a grip on his thigh and made him stay in his seat. "Chris, Chris, it doesn't matter. We're not angry or upset." "But mom, what you were doing with dad, him in your ass, didn't it hurt?" Joanne sat back stunned. So the door had been open. Chris had watched John fuck her in the ass. It just happened to be their most intense anal adventure ever. She still felt a little bit sore. Joanne knew this was an important moment. How she handled this could affect Chris for life. She had to make sure he realized anal sex was just a natural part of some people's sex life. "Chris, that's OK. I said we're not upset and I mean it. No it doesn't hurt. Well, only at first. We both like it and it's part our sex life. We don't do it all the time, which makes it very special when we do do it." Chris burst into tears and got up and hugged his mother. Sobs wracked his body. Joanne held him tight. Chris was about six inches taller than his mother, and his muscular arms encircled her. Her breasts were pressed into her son's chest. His groin ground into her flat hard stomach. Joanne could feel the bulge of his cock pressing into her. He wasn't erect, but he wasn't totally flaccid either. She didn't move. She just kept her arms wrapped around her son, comforting him as he continued to sob, his head buried in her neck. John came out on the deck at that moment. He stopped when he saw his wife in a tight embrace with his son. He saw that her barely covered groin was pressed in against her son's thigh. Her loose singlet had pushed to one side and her right breast was now completely bare, pressed against her son's chest. After a while Joanne stepped back. She saw John standing nearby. "It's alright John. Chris was worried how we would react to what happened last night. I've assured him everything is OK and we're not upset." "No Chris, we're not angry. No need for you to be crying like that." Chris nodded and looked down again. He still wasn't convinced his parents had forgiven him for spying on them. Joanne noticed a small tent had appeared in Chris's shorts. The close hug had obviously got to him. Amazing how that thing could grow under any circumstances. "There is one thing you have to do though Chris." "Yes mum?" "Get a wet cloth and go and clean up that mess you left on the wall and carpet outside our bedroom door." Chris turned red. "Oh, sure mom." When Chris left, John sat down with Joanne. She told him what had been said, and that Chris had admitted watching them while she had a cock in her ass. "I tried to make him see it was a part of our normal sex life, but I think he sees me as something really weird and that normal mums don't do that sort of thing." "Maybe we'll have to make sure he understands the things normal people do in their sex lives. That there is no such thing as normal. Look, I think what you and I do is fantastic, but I know some married couples swap partners, go to orgies and the husband loves watching his wife having sex with total strangers." "I've heard that too John, but you don't want to do that do you?" "Well, now that you mention it......." John gave his wife a quizzical look. "No way John. I won't do that. I'm helping our son, and I think I'm very broad minded doing that. I didn't even get upset when I found out he'd watched you fuck me in the ass. I've masturbated our son, for goodness sake, so don't you go thinking I'm a prude." "Not dressed like this you're not," John said approvingly, reaching his hands under Joanne's singlet to feel her breasts. Chris returned at that exact moment and stood watching his father fondle his mother's tits. His parents hadn't seen him. He watched in wonder as his mom kissed his dad passionately, her hand reaching down to fondle his cock through his shorts. Chris ducked back behind the door. He wanted to see how far this would go. John reached down and undid his pants allowing his cock to fling out of the shorts. Joanne kept on kissing him, both hands pulling on his hard cock. She opened her eyes and saw Chris looking at them from the kitchen door. Not again, she thought. "Chris, don't hide," she said "Come out here. Dad and I are just having a bit of fun." Chris stepped out nervously. His mum hadn't stopped pulling on his dad's cock and his dad was still fondling his mum's breasts. "Sit down here," Joanne said, patting the chair next to her. "You can watch us openly. No need to hide anymore. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You've seen us having anal sex anyway, I don't think a morning fondle is going to hurt." Chris sat down nervously. He was only a few feet away from where his mother was fondling his father's cock. His eyes were glued to the way her hands moved up and down the shaft. It was just like she'd jacked him off last night. His hand moved down to hold his own cock through his shorts. "Come on John, get these off so I can feel you properly," Joanne said, tugging down her husband's shorts. John was thrilled Joanne was doing this in front of Chris. He lifted up his hips and tugged down his shorts. His cock sprang up. He spread his legs wide so Joanne could get to that magic spot beneath his balls. Chris was fascinated. He watched as his mom used one hand to jerk his dad's cock, while she used the other to hold and fondle his balls. Chris was surprised when Joanne's hand dipped below his dad's balls and started stroking that stretch of skin below. "Wow mom, you did that to me last night and it felt fantastic," Chris blurted out. "Ah, but I didn't do this......" Joanne said to her son. John raised his pelvis a bit higher and Joanne's fingers dipped even lower and started circling her husband's anal ring. Her other hand jerked his cock faster. Joanne brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them thoroughly, spitting on them. She returned her now slippery fingers to her husband's asshole, circling them around and around the hole. "Oh God Jo, that's wonderful, please do it, you know....." John cried. With that Joanne smiled at her husband and looked sideways at her son. She saw he was fondling his cock through his shorts. "Best get them off or you'll have to do some more tidying up," she said to him. Chris dropped his shorts real quick. Joanne looked at her son's cock and was pleased to see it hadn't diminished despite his ejaculations last night. That's a teenager for you. "Just watch this Chris. Learn something new." Her finger touched her husband's sphincter, patting it gently. John gasped and thrust his hips forward. He knew what was coming, but Chris had no clue. Bit by bit Joanne slowly slipped her largest finger into her husband's anal hole. John uttered a cry. Chris wasn't sure if it was pain or joy. Then as John continued to undulate his hips, Joanne slipped another finger into his asshole. "Oh my God, Jo," John squealed, his face contorting. Joanne picked up the speed of her hand on John's cock. She tried to time her finger's thrusts into his ass with the jerking of his cock. Beside her Chris was leaning in even closer to see what his mom was doing to his dad. He didn't know a man might like to have something in his ass too. John was shaking, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. Suddenly his cock spurted cum all over his chest, running down Joanne's hand and over his balls to her other hand that was playing with his ass. Joanne felt his sphincter muscles squeeze her fingers as he came. As he was slowly drained, Joanne withdrew her fingers from his ass. John collapsed in the chair. His sperm was all over her hand. She looked to Chris who was furiously whacking off beside her. "Here baby, let me help." Joanne pushed Chris to lean back. She moved closer and gently caressed his hard cock with both her cum soaked hands. "It's a beautiful cock, you know that? You can cum for mummy honey. Just get it all out of these big balls." John was astounded. He never believed his wife would go this far. He looked on in wonder as Joanne once again masturbated their son. This time he got to watch. Chris didn't need the added stimulation of a finger up his ass. He was ready to cum after what he'd just seen. As his mom pulled on his cock with two hands he erupted, squirting a foot or so into the air before it splashed down on her hands. "Holy shit," cried John. "That's a heck of an ejaculation son." Joanne continued, determined to get every last drop out of her son's balls. Chris's sperm ran all over her hands, wrist and forearms. After about half a dozen spurts Chris too collapsed in his chair. "Hmmmm, not as much as last night," said Joanne. "I'll have to give you longer to recover in future." "Oh mum, that was wonderful," sighed Chris. "Honey, you are truly amazing," said John. Joanne looked at her cum soaked hands. The sperm from her two men was dripping down to the stone floor below. She looked at both of them slumped in their chairs, completely drained from her manual ministrations. "Yes, I suppose I am," she laughed, and got up to go and clean herself up. A Caring Mother Ch. 04 Joanne was in the shower washing off the combined sperm of the two men in her family from her hands and forearms when John came into the bathroom. "Jo, are you OK?" "Yes of course dear. Why wouldn't I be OK?" "Oh, I mean, after what just happened on the deck. I feel fine about it, but I was just making sure you were alright too." "Well, I don't quite know where we go from here. I can't go around masturbating Chris all the time. I hope it's helping him, but I suppose we just have to wait and see." "Yes, I suppose so. He's gone back to his room and closed the door. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." Jo turned off the shower and got out. She stood naked before her husband, drying herself off. "But it's not really progress is it?" she said. "I would have hoped for a bit more openness from him. A bit more conversation, some questions, anything." "Yes, well he is a teenager don't forget. Trying to get them to say anything to adults is tough." "But after what has happened I would have thought he'd be overjoyed. After all it's not every 18 year old boy who gets jerked off by his mother and sees his parents having pretty extreme sex." "True, but I think we can only keep on going. After all, it's too late to turn back now." Joanne finished drying herself and pulled on a loose t-shirt. She thought about putting on shorts, but decided against it. It was a warm sunny day and the t-shirt covered her hips. Her breasts were swinging loose under the shirt. If Chris saw her in this he'd know she wasn't wearing a bra, and Joanne liked that idea. "Do you think I should pull on these for the rest of the day?" Joanne asked, holding up a small pair of cotton knickers. "Oh I think if you're not wearing shorts you should have on the smallest pair of knickers you've got," said John. "What about that white pair, the frilly see-through ones?" Joanne dug in her drawer and pulled out a tiny lacy thong pair. It was small even for a g-string. The back was thinner than a shoelace, and the front was as small as possible, barely enough to cover the pubic mound. On top of that it was almost transparent. "Now, that will certainly get Chris out of his room," said John. "He'll be following you around all day hoping to get a peek." Joanne pulled them on and held up her t-shirt so John could see. The small strip of pubic hair she kept on her pubis could be seen easily and the lips of her pussy were barely covered by the material. "I still think you should shave everything off – I'd love you to be completely bare down there Jo." "Well, we'll see what Chris thinks – he hasn't had anything to compare it to yet has he?" "Now that's a good idea – why don't we all go to Sunshine Beach? Chris can really compare female bodies there." "That's a nude beach isn't it?" "Clothing optional is the correct term. Yes, let's do that. It'll get Chris out of the house and he can see some naked girls. Why don't you go tell him?" Jo agreed, and knocked on Chris's door. It took a while before he said to come in. He was sitting at his computer again. Joanne walked over to him and hugged him from behind, pressing her breasts into his back. Despite their earlier intimacy, Chris kept his hands in his lap. Joanne wondered if he'd been playing with himself again. He'd removed whatever was on his computer screen when she knocked on his door. Obviously Chris still felt hung up about his masturbating. "Chris, dad and I think it would be great if we all go to the beach. It's going to be a hot day and it would be good for you to get some sun." Chris turned around, and by the nipples pointing through the t-shirt he realized with a thrill that his mother wasn't wearing a bra. He hoped the t-shirt was all she was wearing. "But I'm happy here mom, happy to be with you." He wondered how he could get a look to see if she was wearing knickers. "Oh I think you'll like this beach Chris – it's the sort of beach where even wearing this is too much," she said and lifted the t-shirt to show Chris her next-to-nothing underwear. "Wow mom, those are incredible." Chris's eyes feasted on the white thong. He could see just about everything – even the lips of his mom's pussy sticking out from the sides of the tiny bit of transparent material. "You like?" Joanne said as she twirled around for her son. "Yes, I like very much." "Well we're going to a nude beach, so you'll see plenty of nude women, young ones too, not just your old mom." "But I really only want to see you, mom." "Chris, I'm your mother. Don't you want to see girls your own age?" "I haven't met anyone who even comes close to you mom. You look so beautiful and I love what you do to me with your hands. I've never cum so strong. What you did with dad was amazing – with your fingers up his – you know. Would you do that to me too one day mom? Please." "Chris – you know I am trying to help you get more confident, but you can't just think of me as someone who will jerk your cock whenever you want. You have to have the confidence to approach girls your own age." Chris looked downhearted and disappointed. "Look Chris, let's say I give you a hand with masturbating you as a reward. If you pluck up the courage to ask a girl out, I'll give you something special." "Promise?" "Sure honey." Joanne let down her t-shirt and gave Chris a big hug. She knew instantly from the bulge pressing into her stomach that her son had yet another erection. "My goodness Chris, doesn't it ever go down?" "Not when you're here mom." She reached down and squeezed his balls for a second. "Not now tiger, you have to earn it from now on." "Oh please mom, they feel so full again." "Well, we'll see. Why don't you ring up one of the girls you know from school and ask her out to the movies or something. Just make a start." "But none of them ever talk to me." "Well, do you ever talk to them?" "No," Chris admitted. "Look Chris, you have to do something about this. You have all the right equipment. I showed you that. Now it's up to you." "You mean that's it, you won't touch me any more?" "Of course I will Chris. I like it too baby. I love seeing you spurt – you go off like Old Faithful. But I want to see you do some work too. You have to work on getting over this shyness. That is up to you. Come on, let's get ready for the beach." "Will you take everything off at the beach mom? Will you be completely naked? Please, please." "We'll see Chris. It's clothing optional, it's not compulsory nudism." "OOrrr, please mom. I really want to see you naked. I've only seen you from the door doing it with dad, you know, in your ass, and I couldn't see your whole body properly then." "But Chris, what you saw from the door is far, far more than any son ever sees of their mother. Look, we'll see how it goes at the beach. I'm not going to promise anything. I haven't been to a nude beach since I was a teenager and I'm not sure if I'm ready to show myself naked to everybody who might be there. What if we bump into someone we know?" "Come on mom, you're so hot anybody who knows you will be knocked off their feet if they see you naked on the beach. I'd be so proud of you." "Well then, get ready and I'll pack some food and drinks." Joanne went and told John what Chris had said, about him begging for her to go naked at the beach and how proud he'd be of her. "He's not alone there honey. I'd be proud of you too. Come on, you look great in the nude. If it makes Chris excited then we should both be all for it." "Yes, but I don't have an all over tan – people would know I'm not a regular." "Maybe they'll all be curious because you're a newcomer to the beach. Heck, Chris and I don't have all over tans either. Our white asses are a darn sight whiter than yours. Your cheeks are tanned because of that micro bikini bottom you've got, and you've sunbaked topless in the garden many times." "Yes, that's what started all this off with Chris. I can't believe it was only yesterday and I've jerked him off twice since then – even once with you right there. Now he's begging to see me naked and wants me to jerk him off again." "We can't blame him for that Jo. He's an 18 year old boy and they have cum on the brain. 'Sides, I got a real kick out of seeing you bring him off after you gave me that tremendous handjob on the deck." "Yes, he's even asking if I could stick fingers up his ass too next time. I don't know John, are we already taking this too far? I tell you one thing for sure, I'm not going to go all the way with our son. I won't take him into my mouth and I certainly won't let him fuck me. That's going too far." John was disappointed Joanne was setting this limit on how far she'd go with Chris. He admitted to himself he really wanted Joanne to go all the way with their son, maybe even join a threesome with him and Chris. He'd secretly left the bedroom door open so Chris could spy on them while he was pounding her ass. Joanne had never twigged to that, but he was pleased she hadn't been too upset at their son spying on them. So there was some hope she might go further with him in the future. The nude beach could be a good next step. They packed for the beach and were on the road within half an hour. It was a good hour's drive to Sunshine Beach. Several times on the way Chris tried to get Joanne to promise to go naked when they got there. Eventually to shut him up Joanne said she'd at least go topless. That stopped Chris for a while. By the time they got to Sunshine Beach the sun was quite intense. They parked and walked along a lane through the grassy dunes to get to the beach. John saw several couples together in the seclusion of the dunes. He thought he saw one couple groping each other, but didn't stop to get a good look. He was concerned if Joanne saw that going on in public it might disturb her and she'd pull out of going on to the nude beach. When they finally got to the beach Chris ran ahead and picked a vacant spot to spread the towels. When his parents caught up with him he was already lying on his back naked, his cock half grown. Joanne dropped her bag and stood for a while taking in the scene. Sunbathers dotted the beach, some of them single, but also many couples and family groups. The nearest sunbathers were about 20 feet away, and Joanne was pleased to see it was a naked couple aged in their early 40s seemingly oblivious to their arrival as they talked. The only thing they had on were sunglasses and hats, and Joanne saw the man's shaved dick was hanging between his outstretched legs while the woman was equally completely shaven, her pussy lips on open display. The woman smiled to Joanne as she stood there with her two men. As Joanne feared, the couple and others she could see nearby all had deep all-over tans proving they were regulars. A young couple about 25 feet away on the other side were lying naked on their stomachs, seemingly asleep. A group of men and women of all ages played in the waves about 40 feet in front of them, jumping up and down as they threw a ball. It was a friendly relaxed atmosphere and Joanne started to feel comfortable. "Come on mom, off with all those clothes," said Chris impatiently. "I don't think erections are polite on a nude beach Chris. Cover yourself up or get it down," she said. "Aww mom, you said you like to look at it. Now I want to see you." "He's got a point there dear," John said as he dropped his own pants to reveal his own semi-erect cock. "Come on, fair's fair." Joanne knew there was no way out of it now that they were at the beach. She didn't mind showing herself naked to her son, in fact the thought quite turned her on. But she was worried Chris wouldn't be able to control himself and would get a raging hard on. She looked down at the two men in her family lying on the beach and saw they both now had full erections as they gazed at her, waiting keenly for her to get naked. "Oh you boys are hopeless," she said. She quickly grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal her tiny black bikini. She dropped her shorts and Chris uttered a small cheer as he saw it was the bikini bottom he'd first seen her in from his bedroom window, the one she'd masturbated underneath while he whacked off upstairs. It looked even smaller as she stood on the beach, barely covering her pubic mound. Chris was pleased to see she'd had a fresh shave and looked smooth as far as he could see. "Come on mom, off with the rest," he urged. "Let me lie down and get used to this first," she said. She lay down on her stomach. Chris saw with delight his mom's ass cheeks were completely exposed as the bikini only had a thin thread covering her ass crack. "Wow mom, I don't know why you bother wearing that bikini on this beach – you can see just about everything in it anyway." "Those words 'just about' are pretty crucial, Chris. I'm not ready to be totally nude in public just yet. Tell you what Chris, would you mind rubbing some sunscreen on my back? I don't want to get burned on those bits that aren't tanned. You better put some on yourself too." "I'll do you if you do me," Chris laughed back. He got on his knees and despite his hard erection sticking straight up in the air for all to see, he got the sunscreen out of the bag. John sat up and watched his nude son squirt large dollops of the white sunscreen oil on Joanne's back and start rubbing it all over her. "Honey, the sunscreen will stain that bikini top," John said, winking at Chris. "Why don't I undo it for you?" Joanne felt herself relaxing in the sun and was enjoying Chris's hands spreading the sunscreen over her shoulders. She felt decidedly naughty doing this in public even if it was a nude beach. She looked over at the couple who were closest to them and saw the man's cock wasn't so flaccid any more. It had definitely grown up his stomach as he lay watching Chris rubbing oil into his mother's back. Joanne wondered if the man guessed Chris was her son – probably yes from the enthusiastic way Chris was behaving. She looked sideways over her shoulder and saw Chris's erection could be clearly seen by anybody who passed by. She looked back at the man nearby and saw him nudge his girlfriend – or was she his wife? She looked over too and smiled when she saw Chris's erection as he rubbed sunscreen on to her back. She said something to her partner and they both laughed. They're talking about us, Joanne thought. Just then she felt John undoing her bikini top. Oh why not, she thought, and lifted up to let John pull the bikini top right off her and she lay down again. Now Chris's hands had unfettered access to her back and right down to her barely covered ass cheeks. "Do a good job son, massage it right in. Is that good honey?" "MMmmmmm," Joanne replied, her mind drifting as she enjoyed Chris's hands running all over her back and right down to the top of her ass. "Don't forget her ass cheeks Chris, they can get burnt too." Chris poured more oil on his hands and then softly placed a hand on each ass cheek. He rubbed them around, feeling the soft flesh move under his hands. He got excited and started squeezing the cheeks with his hands, digging his fingers into the muscles and squishing the cheeks together. "Holy shit mom, your ass feels great," Chris said, his cock now hard as a rock. He felt like jerking off right there, but there were so many people around. Joanne didn't move. She glanced over to the nearby couple and saw the man had an almost full erection as both he and his girlfriend watched them. "Hold on a second Chris, that's too rough," said his father. "You need to be a bit more gentle, massage them like you are kneading dough. Here let me show you." John poured more oil on to his wife's ass cheeks, and started massaging them in a circular motion. As he pulled his wife's ass cheeks apart both John and his son got a close up view of the darkened skin around her sphincter, the string bikini covering only her actual asshole. Joanne knew they both had to gazing at her most hidden and private spot, but she was feeling totally relaxed in the sun and the kneading of her body was making her float away. "Now you see the advantage of doing it this way Chris?" "I sure do dad, can I try." "Well why don't we both work on it and I'll show you." John had two hands on Joanne's left cheek and Chris put two hands on her right cheek. Together they massaged her ass in a rhythm, kneading the cheeks and then pulling them apart as far as they could to spread her ass crack as wide as possible. They both had hard erections. But still the string bikini covered her asshole. Chris looked over at his father and raised his eyebrows. He was questioning whether he could go further and pull the string bikini aside to reveal his mother's sphincter. John looked up at his wife's face. She seemed to have fallen asleep as they massaged her. He pushed his fingers under the black string bikini and slowly lifted it up, exposing Joanne's asshole so his son could get a good look at it. "Jeeez, that's fantastic!" cried Chris. 'It looks amazing. Dad, how did you fit your cock into that tiny hole?" he whispered. "Well son, your mom has learned to stretch her sphincter to accommodate me. It isn't easy at first, but the more you work at it the better and easier it gets. You'll find there are lots of women who like anal sex. You just have to be slow and gentle about it, never force it, and always have plenty of lubrication." Joanne only half heard her men talking as they continued to massage her buttocks. But she did hear the line about it getting easier the more you do it. Is John explaining to our son how we do anal sex? Oh no, he couldn't be doing that could he? Oh that's right, Chris's seen John fucking me in the ass. Oh dear, have we gone far in being open with our boy about sexual matters? Ah well, it's too late now. Let's hope it's all for the best. She felt fingers wrap around the side of her bikini bottom and start tugging them down. "Lift up a bit dear," John said softly. Joanne looked down at her husband. Was he really stripping her naked in front of their son? He smiled at her and blew her a kiss. He sure was. Ah well, so long as he's there to make sure Chris doesn't go too far. She lifted her hips and felt her two men pull down her bikini bottom down her legs and over her feet. John waved the bikini bottom in the air in mock triumph, and put it into their bag. She wasn't going to get them back easily. "Now Chris, let's do her legs. Here you need more oil." "Sure dad." Joanne felt both her men start to massage the oil into her legs. It was quite a wonderful feeling and her mind drifted away in the sun. Her legs were pressed together. Chris might have close up view of her asshole, but she didn't want her son's fingers wandering close to her vagina. That would be going too far. John would stop that, wouldn't he? They were working on her calves. She noticed that as they worked their fingers into her muscles they gently pulled her legs apart. Just a little bit. Not too far. They couldn't see anything higher up, between her legs could they? She sighed and relaxed, the massage feeling wonderful as the stress left her. They worked in unison, moving up over the backs of her knees to work on her thighs. Again she felt both of them lift her legs slightly and pull them further apart. Their fingers returned to her thighs, rubbing the back of them thoroughly, then along the outside and finally moving around to rub along the inside of her thighs. The fingers were stopping about six inches from the top of the inside of her thighs. Joanne thought that must be where her flesh was still touching. Good. That meant Chris couldn't get a view of her cleanly shaved vagina. That's not too bad, is it? John will stop it going too far. A Caring Mother Ch. 04 Joanne turned her head and looked down at her son. Chris was looking intently at what he was doing, diligently copying his father as he showed him how to massage her thighs. Their hands moved up the legs and over her buttocks, pulling the cheeks wide apart as they spread the oil. She felt one oily finger gently rub across her asshole. Was that John? It must be. He wouldn't let Chris touch me there would he? Then another finger rubbed softly and slowly across her sphincter. This one trembled a bit. Oh no! That's not my son touching my asshole is it? She flinched a bit, tightening up the hole. "It's alright dear, just relax," John said softly. "Don't worry, Chris isn't going to penetrate you there, are you Chris? Mom can trust you, can't she Chris?" "Sure dad. Mom I'm just giving you a thorough massage and making sure the oil is everywhere so you don't get burned." Joanne was aghast. Her son was massaging his mother's asshole. In front of his father. In public. People are watching from only a few yards away. She looked up at the couple nearest to them. Both were now up on their elbows watching intently. The man's erection was now sticking in the air. As Joanne looked back at them she saw the woman nonchalantly reach over her hand and trace her fingers up and down her man's huge cock. She reached down and hefted his balls. They both smiled and chuckled to each other. The woman gave a little wave to Joanne. This is going too far, Joanne thought. The fingers of her two men were still sliding over her anal ring. It wouldn't be too long before they slipped lower to feel her vagina. She moved her legs slightly to close them. My God, I'm soaking down there, Joanne thought. With the combination of the oil and her own juices, her son would discover her sopping wet cunt if his fingers drifted any closer. She looked down at Chris. "I think that's enough boys. Why don't you two go for a swim now, and let me just enjoy the sun." "Aww mom, I'm really enjoying this. Don't you like it? I'm doing it just the way dad's showing me . Aren't I doing it right?" Joanne rolled on to her side and saw her son's huge erection. Anybody walking past could see it easily. Chris's eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw his mother's bare breasts right in front of him. They lolled to the side as his mother propped herself on her side. He looked down to see if he could see her cunt, but she quickly crossed her legs so he couldn't see her. "Chris, I think this has gone far enough. We're in public for goodness sake. Now you cover up that erection right now." John was disappointed at her reaction. He'd really enjoyed seeing his son feeling up his mother's asshole. He was thrilled she was naked on the beach just like all the other women nearby. "Honey, aren't you overreacting? Look around. There are naked cocks everywhere, some of them look quite hard to me." Joanne looked up at the nearby couple. The man's cock was indeed at nearly full mast lying on his belly. The woman beside him was still tracing her fingertips over his erection, smiling at him and then directly at Joanne. "Well, Chris you have to get it down. You have to control yourself. Go for a swim." Chris looked towards the water. Dozens of people were walking up and down the beach. Some teenage girls were in the water jumping in the surf. "I can't go down there with this mom! They'll see it as soon as I stand up. They'll laugh at me." Joanne looked down at her son's hard cock. From her familiarity with her son's shooting power she knew he would cum really quickly if she helped him out. "Mom, they're already laughing at me. Oh I feel terribly ashamed." Joanne thought quickly. She sensed the situation was getting dangerous. Chris could go backwards if he felt girls were laughing at him. All their work would have been for nothing if Chris felt girls were laughing at him for having an erection. She had to act. "Chris lie down on your side facing me. That's right – move up a bit so I can reach you easily. John you stand guard and make sure nobody can see." With that Joanne reached down and held her son's cock firmly in her hand. With them both on their sides she felt nobody could see what she was doing. She started pulling on his cock, using the oil from her thighs to lubricate her hands well. Chris already had plenty of pre-cum glistening on his cock head. She swirled that around the head, and continued her ministrations of her son's cock. John looked around. He could see the couple nearby watching intently as his wife's arm moved back and forth as she masturbated their son. He moved around to their feet so that his own body blocked the view of people who were walking along the beach near the water. He was facing his wife and son, watching as Joanne pulled off their boy in public on the beach. This is more like it. Go Jo. Do it in public. Bring off our boy. Chris's hips were thrusting back and forth as his mother used one hand to hold his dick from below while she used the other to whack him off. It wasn't her best hand job, but it was effective. Within a minute Chris was spurting his cum into the sand, grunting with relief. John smiled at his wife. "Well done Jo! That's fixed the problem. Come on son, let's go swim." Chris smiled at his mother, leaned up to kiss her, quickly felt her breasts and got up, his dick shrinking to half mast. "Thanks mom, you're the best mom in the world." With that Chris and John raced to the water leaving her alone. Joanne covered the sperm with sand and wiped her hands on the towel. She wondered if she'd done the right thing. It would have been worse if he'd been embarrassed about his erection. And it's not as though anybody could have seen them. She lay on her back and spread some sunscreen on her breasts and tummy. The sun felt good on her skin. The wind felt liberating as it drifted over her bare pubic mound. Yes, this all felt right. She was glad she was helping her son in such a hands on manner. A few seconds later she heard footsteps in the sand coming towards her. She looked up and saw it was the woman who had been watching them from nearby. She was very beautiful, with a deep all over tan. Even her shaved pussy was suntanned "Hi," she said. "I hope you don't mind if I disturb you? Is this your first time to Sunshine Beach?" "It's that obvious is it?" Joanne laughed. "Yes, we look pretty pale compared to everyone here and my men have very white asses." The woman laughed. "Yes, that's a big giveaway. But they seem to be enjoying themselves." The two women looked down at the water and saw John and Chris laughing as they threw themselves around in the water. Joanne noticed their erections had subsided in the cool water. "I'm sorry about them, I hope they didn't embarrass you with their....well you probably saw their excitement." The woman laughed again. "Oh, don't worry about that. Erections happen on a nude beach every so often. Especially with newcomers. It's all part of nature. Even Matt gets excited every so often," and she nodded her head towards the man she'd been sitting with. Joanne looked over and saw his erection had subsided somewhat. He waved and Joanne waved back. "Yeah, he got that while he was watching your two men get excited rubbing the suncream into you. They were really enjoying themselves." Joanne laughed. "Oh dear, yes, that's my son Chris. He's 18 but he still gets a bit too excited at times. He's a real handful." The two women locked eyes, and Joanne knew the woman had realized what she was talking about. Could she have seen her masturbating her son? Probably, but she didn't seem to mind. "Yes, quite the handful from what I saw," the woman laughed. "My name's Jacqui," she said and held out her hand. "Joanne." They shook hands. Joanne was very taken with the deeply suntanned woman's total lack of inhibitions as she crouched down, her bald pussy opening to Joanne's gaze. "That's my husband Matt. Would you mind if he came over to say hello?" "Sure, I'd like to meet him." Jacqui beckoned, and Matt got up and walked over. Joanne sat up and watched in wonder as Matt's semi erect cock swayed heavily from side to side as he strode through the sand. Being fully shaved made his cock and balls look even bigger, she thought as he came closer, his face beaming as he knew Joanne was staring at every movement of his cock. It grew thicker as blood rushed into it. "Hello, I'm Matt. Pleased to meet you," he said as he bent over to shake Joanne's hand. His cock hung just a foot from Joanne's face. Just then John and Chris returned from their swim. Joanne introduced the couple and they all shook hands. Chris was staring openly at Jacqui's naked body, particularly her shaved pussy. His cock started to rise again, and Jacqui and Matt tried hard to hide their grins as they watched the slow rise to attention of the teenager's cock. Chris was suddenly very embarrassed and dove onto the ground to lie on his stomach to hide the massive erection. "Don't worry about it Chris," Jacqui laughed. "It happens on a nude beach, particularly with teenagers. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact I find it quite flattering. "Yeah, it happens here, especially if it's your first time," added Matt whose own cock was still at half mast. But Chris was totally red faced and buried his head in his towel. Jacqui sat down beside him and put a hand gently on his shoulder. "Chris, nobody is worried about it. It's very natural." Matt piped up: "Yes Chris, to tell you the truth once you've been here a while you'll find women who are wearing something will actually be more interesting than the totally nude ones. Like your mom was in that tiny bikini. That will catch a lot more attention than being totally naked." John and Matt stood and chatted about the beach while Joanne and Jacqui sat and talked about skincare in the sun. Chris was disappointed. He really appreciated looking at Jacqui's naked body and was fascinated by her shaved pussy which he could see easily from where he was lying, but he was much more interested in seeing his mom naked. He could see her breasts side on as she sat, but his vision of her pussy was blocked by her legs. His cock was hard again, pressing into the towel and forcing a hole in the sand. He pretended to be asleep but through his half closed eyes he watched his mom and this new woman chat. His eyes followed every curve of their bodies. The woman – Jacqui – was a golden colour from her tan, and he loved the way she was totally shaved and open. He could see her cunt lips, and she didn't care. When John and Matt told the women they were going for a walk, Chris pretended to be asleep. Matt wanted to show John the sights of the beach. After a while of passing naked men and women, some of them saying hello to Matt, Matt casually asked John how Chris was taking his first visit to a nude beach. "Well we brought him here because he has trouble with girls," John said. "He's incredibly shy and even though he's 18 he doesn't dare ask any girl out on a date." "I see your wife is doing her best to help him." "Ah yes, well Jo is a very caring mother." "Look, we could see what she was doing for him and we think it is beautiful for a mother to be willing to do that for her son." "Oh fuck, don't tell Jo that you saw her. She'll be terribly embarrassed." "No, well Jacqui is probably sounding her out about that. You know about the action that goes on in the dunes behind the beach? That's where we go if we want to have a bit of fun on the beach." "Really? What sort of action?" "Well Jacqui has taken a lot of guys back there. She likes lots of cocks at once. There are quite a few women on the beach who like that. I've seen her service a dozen men at once." "Really?" "Yep, got the photos to prove it. I'm proud of her. And I think you like watching what Jo does for your son." John looked down at the sand. He didn't want to admit this to man he'd only just met. But it was true. He really wanted Jo to go further with Chris – to suck him off, let him fuck her, take him in her ass, spurt his sperm on her face and breasts, and with him watching. "Well, she's only used her hands. Jo says she won't go any further with him." Matt put his hand on John's shoulder. "So he's still a virgin at 18 eh? Look, if you like, Jacqui can take him to the dunes and help him lose his virginity. She'll get a kick out of that. Probably her first teenage cherry. And we could watch. Jacqui likes to have an audience to perform for." "You think she'd do it?" John asked enthusiastically. "Oh I know she will. She was talking about it as we were watching him get whacked off by his mother." The two men walked back to their wives and Chris, who was still face down on the towel. Joanne and Jacqui were getting on very well, lying naked on their backs beside each other. Chris was still pretending to be asleep. The women sat up as the men came up to them, their cocks swinging in the sun. "Don't you two look a picture swinging around like that," said Jacqui. Joanne laughed. "Jacqui – I think your expert services are needed in the dunes," Matt said, nodding his head towards Chris. He mouthed the word 'Virgin'. 'Yes, I was thinking the same thing Matt. What do you say Joanne? Would you mind if I initiated your son up there in the dunes?" "What you mean, have sex with my son here on the beach?" "Well, there are some secluded spots in the dunes Matt and I have used in the past. Matt usually keeps a look out to make sure no rangers or cops come along. We've had some real parties up there, haven't we honey?" "I suppose it's alright with me. We have been encouraging him to go out and have sex with girls, but I think a grown woman would be a great start for him. What do you think John?" "Oh I'm all for it. Chris would be a very lucky lad to have his first sex with a beautiful experienced woman like you Jacqui. What do you say Chris? Would you like to have sex with Jacqui?" Chris still pretended to be asleep. Joanne nudged him. Chris looked up, saw the four grown ups all looking at him. He was terrified. Jacqui was a real hot wife, but he knew he couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd fail. His erection would flop. They'd laugh at him. He started to cry. "Leave me alone," he cried and ran off down the beach. "Baby, baby come back," Joanne cried after him. "It's alright. You don't have to if you don't want to." She got up and ran after her son, panic in her voice. It was all going wrong. "I'm sorry John, I thought I'd be helping him," Jacqui said looking very worried. "Don't worry Jacqui. He's a real problem and we're very worried about him. I'm sure if you initiated him into sex it would have helped him enormously, but he's just too shy to do anything with a girl or woman." Matt thought for a while. "John I think I know how you might be able to help him. There's a group called The Squeezebox. It's a bit of joke as when they say they're going to practice their squeezeboxes their wives don't want to go with them. Nobody likes squeezeboxes. Anyway this group have anonymous sex with women who like a gang bang. Jacqui's hosted a couple of parties for them. There's no names, no pressure. You don't have to perform if you don't want to, you can just watch. It's all ages, but there were quite a few young people at our parties weren't there Jacqui?" "Yes, that'd be a good start for him if he's really shy. If you went with him and kind of showed him the ropes I'm sure he'd catch on." They exchanged email addresses and Matt said he'd send the contact for the Squeezebox club secretary. Dear Reader, here the prequel to the story of Chris and his parents ends. You can follow what happens at the Squeezebox party by flicking to my earlier story – Meeting the Maddisons Chapters 6 and 7. And don't worry, Chris does eventually get real close to his mother. A Caring Mother After dinner Chris went straight back to his room. Joanne and John watched a cop show on TV and then decided it was the right time to talk to Chris. "Let me get changed first," Joanne said. "He'll be more relaxed then." John slipped into the shorts he wore to bed, while Joanne pulled on a semi-transparent nightie. She was naked beneath it, and she knew it was possible to see the outline of her breasts through the material and the shadow of her trimmed pubic hair. She reached for her silk dressing gown to wrap around herself. "It's not as though Chris hasn't seen more, specially after today," she explained to John as she saw him looking at her curiously. "No, I think it's great that you show him you're not worried about him seeing you nearly naked. It should help his confidence. Look Joanne, I think he may need more than just words from us. Perhaps you should leave the dressing gown behind. Show him you're proud of your body. I know I certainly am. He has to know that women are sexual beings too, and he shouldn't be frightened of them." "You think so John? I don't know. Just how far do you think I should go to try and bring him out of his shyness? How can I boost his self-confidence?" "Jo, I think you should go as far as necessary to get him out of this. It's a crucial time in his life and if he's languishing in a lack of confidence it could feed on itself and he gets even worse. This sort of thing snowballs. He'll be left behind by other kids his age." "You really think so dear?" "Yes I do. Look Jo, he's watched you masturbate. I think that's a good first step." "I hope so dear." With that they left their bedroom and crossed the corridor to knock on Chris's door. "Yes," came a tremulous voice from inside. "We'd just like to talk to you dear, can we come in?" Joanne said through the door. "Oh, er, just a minute." They heard some scurrying around inside. Finally Chris said they could come in. Joanne was first through the door. Chris had tidied up his room and she could see he'd scrubbed the windowsill and wall clean of his afternoon mishap. Chris was sitting up in bed, the sheet over his waist and his hands clasped in his lap. "Hi dear. We'd just like to talk to you about something, is that OK?" "Sure mum, dad, come in." They could see Chris was nervous. But Joanne noticed his eyes widen when he saw her silhouette through her semi-transparent nightdress. His eyes were fixed on her breasts swaying as she walked over to him and sat on the bed next to him. John walked around the bed and sat in a chair close to the bed on the opposite side to Joanne so Chris was between them. Chris was very anxious. Were they here to blow him up for what happened this afternoon? He knew he hadn't fooled his mom with that story about knocking over the binoculars while rearranging his room. But she hadn't said anything, and maybe he'd got away with it. But why were they here now? Was he going to cop it? Had she told dad and he was furious? He didn't look it, but who knows? Joanne started. "Dear, there's something we want to talk to you about," she said softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. As she took it, the back of her hand brushed against something hard in his crotch under the sheet. 'Oh my God!' she thought. 'He's got an erection. He must have been masturbating when we knocked on the door. Where does he keep it all? Doesn't he ever stop?' Chris shivered. Joanne smiled at him to put him at ease. "It's nothing bad Chris, and you're not in trouble." "Really, that's nice to know," Chris said, sounding very guilty. "Chris, I know you were watching me on the deckchair this afternoon, and I know you were watching me through your binoculars. That's why they fell out the window wasn't it?" Chris hung his head. He knew he was going to cop it now. That's why dad was here. "Chris, just admit it, and we can talk about it," Joanne said, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Chris was silent for a long time, staring down into his lap. Joanne noticed the bulge in his crotch was gone. The erection had disappeared as soon as she told him she knew what he had been doing at the window. It was odd, but she was glad she'd left the dressing gown in her bedroom. She knew the light behind from the hallway must be lighting up her silhouette. She looked up at John, who was staring at her breasts from the other side of the bed. He looked up at her and met her eyes, he nodded approvingly and encouraged her to go on. "Look Chris, you are not in trouble for watching me. I should have been more discrete. It was my fault." "Oh, no mom. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have kept on watching you. I just looked out the window and saw you lying there, and then you put the sunscreen oil on and your body looked so fantastic glistening in the sun, and then you started massaging it in, and then your hand went down into your bikini and I just couldn't help myself. I am so sorry mom. It'll never happen again. I promise." Chris started crying, and Joanne pulled him into her, one hand pulling his face down to her breasts where she just held him close as sobs wracked his body. "I'm so sorry mom, so sorry. I thought I'd die when I dropped the binoculars down and you must see me." "I must admit I was a bit shocked too when they smashed on the ground." She pulled his face up from her breasts. His tears had made the gauzy material wet in spots where it clung to her breasts, making them more easily seen. "Just as well you dropped them just as I finished or it would have been a big disappointment as well as a shock," she smiled to him, holding his face in her hands. Both Chris and John burst out laughing. Joanne had said just the right thing to break Chris's concerns. "You mean you're not angry at me," Chris said as he looked from his mother to his father. "No Chris," said John. "I can't blame you for watching a beautiful woman pleasure herself. I've seen your mother masturbate many times and it never ceases to amaze me how fantastic she looks while she orgasms." "What, really," said Chris, stunned at his parents reaction. Joanne squeezed his hand, and stroked his face. "Yes Chris, and I have a little confession too. I sort of guessed you were watching me and I didn't stop. In fact, it turned me on to know someone was secretly watching me." "R-R-Really?" stuttered Chris. "Yes darling," Joanne said, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. "And it was an even bigger turn on for me knowing it was you who was watching me." Chris's mouth fell open, not believing what he was hearing. He looked over to his dad sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed. "Your mother loves you very much Chris, and she'll do anything to help you," John said. "We've been worried about you for some time about being so shy and not daring to ask girls out. Now, we know you're not gay. Your mother saw the evidence of that on your windowsill today." "What! Mum you saw that and you told dad! Oh no. I am so ashamed." "There's nothing to be ashamed of Chris," she said. "In a way I'm rather proud I can have that effect on you. What were you supposed to do while you were watching me bring myself to an orgasm? If you just sat there and did nothing I would be worried. No Chris, playing with yourself while you were watching me was perfectly natural and nothing to be concerned about. I'm certainly not. Are you John?" "Absolutely not! Chris, masturbation is fine. It provides relief to the tensions of life. Heck, when I was in the army everybody was beating off all the time. But I'm concerned you aren't looking for girls to have fun with. At 18 you should be out with as many girls as you can. I certainly was at your age. Your mother was too. Now, if there is anything you are worried about, if you have any questions about women and how they think or work you should ask your mother. She will tell you anything you want to know. She's not afraid of her sexuality, heck you've seen that today. Look at her now Chris. Isn't she beautiful? The way the light allows both of us to see her breasts through that nightdress. The spot where your tears stick the material to her skin. Please turn side on dear." Joanne dutifully moved to the side. "See that profile of her breasts Chris, they way they hang on her chest. That is the beauty of a woman. You don't want to be sitting here alone in your room playing with yourself. You should be getting out there finding a girl for yourself, to fondle her breasts, kiss her deeply, feel the magic between her legs. That is what life is all about Chris." Joanne felt Chris's eyes devouring her breasts which were only a foot away from him. She noticed the bulge in his crutch growing and making the bedsheet into a considerable sized tent. Her son's erection was back. John noticed it too. He caught his wife's eye, and nodded discretely toward Chris's erection. He mouthed the words 'go on' to her. Joanne was taken aback. Did John really want her to feel up her son's erection? She looked at him puzzled. Again John nodded his head towards the tent forming in his son's crotch and mouthed the words 'go on'. He smiled at her, urging her to do it. The silence in the room grew. Chris couldn't help his cock growing to its full nine inches under the bed sheets. He tried to think of mathematical problems, even naming chemical elements. No matter what he did he couldn't stop it. His mother still held his hand in hers and the entwined hands rested on his thigh, just inches from his erection. He was trying to will it to go down, but then he looked again at his mother's breasts under the gauzy gown next to him, and it got even harder. Joanne sensed the wrestle that was going on inside her son. She wanted to make sure he knew everything was all right and there was nothing to be ashamed of. She slowly uncoiled one finger from their clutched hands and slowly reached it out to the tent in the sheet. Slowly and softly, she brushed the back of her finger against Chris's erection through the sheet. She had met it about midway up the shaft. With all three of them watching her finger moving, she slowly slid it up the shaft to the head. She stopped when she got there, then slowly let her finger stroke the head, circling it around and feeling the softness. Chris's breathing was getting harder. The feel of his mother's finger softly tracing the outline of his cock head through the sheet was excruciating. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe his mother was doing this, and he couldn't believe his father was beside him watching closely and approving. Joanne gently untangled her hand from her son's, and moved it closer to her son's cock. She wondered if she should remove the sheet to get a flesh on flesh hold of her boy. No, not yet. That might be too big a shock for her son. How far should she go? Should she bring him off? It would be unfair of her to stop now. She looked up at her husband. His eyes were wide, watching the taboo act that was unfolding right in front of him. She could see he also had a huge erection under his shorts. John looked up at her. Through her eyes she asked her husband if she should continue. He nodded slightly. He mouthed the words 'do it'. Her hand was just fractions of an inch from holding Chris's cock through the sheet. She felt Chris thrust up from his hips, reacting to her finger gently circling his cock head. He wants more, she thought. He wants me to hold his entire cock. Why not? If this helps him build up his confidence then I have a motherly duty to do it. Bit by bit Joanne's fingers touched Chris's cock through the sheet until her forefinger rested on the top of his cock head and the rest touched his shaft. Chris was panting and squeezing his buttocks together in a rhythm Joanne knew only too well. He was building up to ejaculate. Her thumb touched down at the base of his cock, and she started caressing his shaft through the sheet. 'My goodness it's big,' she thought. 'It's OK. I haven't broken any taboos yet. I haven't really touched my son's cock. I've only touched the sheet. But what now? Should I go further?' Joanne looked over at her husband again. Again she questioned him through her eyes. John nodded even more urgently to her to go ahead. Joanne thought she'd gone this far, she might as well take that next little step and actually touch her son's cock. She knew Chris was close to coming. "Chris, you shouldn't mess up your sheets dear," she whispered. "That would be a shame and I'll only have to wash them" "But mum, I can't help it. It feels fantastic." "I know dear. Would you mind if I pulled down the sheet. It would be so much more natural that way." Chris glanced nervously at his father in the chair beside the bed. He seemed reluctant. "Would you like me to leave son?" "Oh dad, I don't know if I can do this with you there. Mum's hand feels wonderful and I feel I'm about to explode. I don't think I want you to see that." "Sure, then son, I'll leave you in your mother's capable hands." John chuckled and moved around the bed to kiss his wife on her lips. "I'm so proud of you," he said and left the room. Chris looked in wonder at his mother and then down at his crotch. She had one hand gently dancing on his cock through the sheet, while she leaned on the other hand to keep her balance. "I think we can do without this now, don't you?" Joanne said and let go of her son's cock to reach up and pull down the sheet all the way to his feet. His cock was standing almost straight up. Joanne was impressed. John's dick always lay on his belly when she jerked him off. "My goodness Chris, you have nothing to be ashamed of," she uttered as she saw his impressive looking cock standing at full attention. "You have a beautiful cock." "Er, thanks mom," Chris said, lying flat on his back with a full erection and completely naked in front of his mother for the first time. Joanne looked up and down her son's body admiringly. He was very well built, far stronger than she thought he looked in the sloppy loose clothes he usually wore. And that erection – it was a perfect nine inch cock. Why was he reluctant to go out and share it with girls? Oh well, it was up to her now to prove to him that he had a good functioning cock and he should get out and use it rather than sit at home masturbating. But first things first. She edged closer to him and reached out her right hand to softly caress his balls for the first time. They were nice balls, she thought. They hung down low just how she liked them. She lifted them and rolled them in her hand. Lovely. Chris sighed and his eyes rolled back in his head. She gently traced her fingers over the shaft all the way up to the cock head. Her forefinger traced the bit of pre-cum that was leaking out of his hole, spreading it over the head of his cock. Then gently and ever so slowly she stretched out her fingers and encompassed his entire shaft. Now she had him in her hand for the first time. It was hard and very warm. Chris's buttocks were clenching and unclenching as he tried to make his cock even bigger for his mother. "Ssshhh, just relax honey. There's no hurry. Lie back and enjoy it. I'll bring you off, don't worry. It's going to be good. I'm looking forward to seeing you spurt. I love it when a man spurts his cum. I love seeing it flying through the air. It's an offering of a man's love. It's beautiful seeing that white cream on smooth suntanned skin." Chris couldn't believe his ears. In his wildest dreams he didn't think women talked like this, especially not his mother. Joanne sensed his surprise. "Yes Chris, women do like sex too, and they love the beauty in it. What we are doing tonight breaks taboos that society imposes on us, but I see myself as an experienced sexual woman, a woman who happens to be your mother, helping a young man who happens to be my son. So let your conscience be clear, because mine is. Your dad's is too. We both want to help you, and I'm the one best placed to do it." "Sure mum, thanks." Joanne's hand continued to slowly move up and down Chris's shaft, one finger rubbing the cock head as it reached the top. Bit by bit she increased the tempo and the tightness of her grip. Christ, he was hard. She'd never felt a cock so hard. But she needed a bit of lubrication. "Should I use my mouth?' she thought. 'No, that would take it too far. That would really break too many taboos. I'm not going to do that.' She turned towards the open door and called out to her husband. "John! Could you bring me some of the lube please." John must have been just outside the door because he was there within seconds. "Here you are dear," he said and handed her a tube. She took it in her left hand and poured a considerable amount of the clear gel into her right hand. Normally John used this lube for having anal sex with his wife. They used it a lot. Tonight it would fulfill another purpose. John stood beside Joanne looking down as his wife reached her right hand out and again took hold of his son's impressive cock. The sound of squelching filled the silence in the room as Joanne moved her hand loaded with lube up and down Chris's cock. Chris sighed, and looked up at his parents. 'God, this is weird,' he thought. "Dad, do you mind," Chris said to his father. "Sorry son, er, I'll see you later then dear," he said to his wife. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and reached out to heft her breasts under her nightie, all the while his eyes were glued to his wife's hand massaging his son's cock. He reluctantly turned and left the room leaving Joanne to her ministrations. With the slippery lube, Joanne's hand moved more easily up and down Chris's cock. She knew he was getting close. This one handed method wasn't her most accomplished manner of giving a hand job, but she knew that for their first time it was more than enough to blow her son's teenage mind. "Are you close Chris?" "Getting there mom." "Don't hurry it. We have plenty of time." Joanne continued her rhythmic massaging of her son's cock, picking up the speed bit by bit. "Mom, can I feel your tits like dad just did?" Joanne thought for a second. It would be ridiculous to say no given she was jacking him off. But she felt reluctant to go all the way with Chris. That would be too much. But John had just felt her through the nightie in front of her son, so surely it would be OK for the other man in her life to do the same. "I guess so, but just through the nightie OK." "Sure mom." Chris reached out with the hand closest to her and gently touched her right breast with his fingertips. He felt the sponginess of it, and spread his fingers under the cup, lifting it slightly to feel the weight. Joanne kept her hand sliding up and down Chris's cock. She liked the feel of his hand lifting, squeezing and caressing her breast. From where he was lying he could only reach the right breast, so she shifted towards him. Chris quickly started feeling both her breasts, a huge smile on his face. "Does that feel good son?" "Oh shit yes mom. Oh sorry, I didn't mean to swear, but your breasts are unbelievable. I love the way they feel, and I love your hand on my cock. You do it so well mum." "Thank you dear. Let's just concentrate on you coming to a climax now." With that Joanne started heating up the pounding of his cock with her right hand. The squelching noises of the lube added to the intensity of the silence in the room. Joanne knew John would have liked to be watching her bring their son to a climax, but Chris clearly wasn't ready for that just yet. She dropped her hand briefly to massage Chris's balls, and even ran her fingers down under his balls to that sensitive strip of skin between his balls and his asshole. Chris spread his legs wider, opening up that area if his mother wanted to go there. Her fingers reached down to the very edge of his asshole. Joanne thought for a second: Should I go down there tonight? No, best leave that for another time. Having his mother whack him off was probably more than enough for the first time. A Caring Mother Her hand slid back up over Chris's balls and enveloped his cock. She knew he was very close. This was it. Her hand flew up and down, her grip becoming firmer. She kept the angle of her pounding to the natural angle of Chris's erection – about 75 degrees above his stomach. She really wanted him to have a full and intense orgasm. And she was curious about how much sperm he had in those balls. She remembered the big dollops she saw on the windowsill and wall that afternoon, and she hoped he would beat that tonight. Chris dropped his hand from his mother's breasts to concentrate on his fast approaching climax. Every muscle in his body was rigid. Joanne's hand flew up and down his cock, her thumb running along the soft ridge underneath where the sperm was about to pour out of him. She felt the cock head get suddenly larger. Chris uttered a strangled gasp, his face contorted, his hips thrust in the air, and the first creamy spurt jetted out of his cock. The first spurt came out with such force that it flew across the air and landed on Chris's own face, hitting his cheek. Joanne gasped in wonder, but she didn't slow down. She knew there was more sperm to come. The second spurt was thicker, creamier and landed across his hairless chest. Still he kept coming. The third and fourth spurts landed on his waist. Joanne kept working. She was determined to drain him completely. Now his spurts were quite thick, bursting just inches above his cock head to fall down on her hand that was still pistoning his cock. Joanne was ecstatic. She loved the way Chris's sperm flew out of his cock. She felt proud that she'd done that. And there was still more. It wasn't flying through the air anymore, but like lava from a volcano it was running in strong streams down from the cock head, across her hand to pool around the base and run over his balls. Eventually the sperm had to run out. Chris flopped his body on the bed and looked exhausted. Joanne softly massaged her son's cock as it deflated. She always marveled at the way a man's cock could be so powerful and strong one minute, and straight after it shot its load, curl up into a soft worm like appendage. She just loved everything about a man ejaculating and never tired of it. She'd seen quite a few cocks before she'd married John and loved the way every cock was different, every ejaculation a triumph. Chris was out of it. His mind floated away after the intensity of his cum. It had to have been the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had. Suddenly he felt his mother lean over him and kiss his cheek. Ahhh, wasn't that were the first spurt landed? Holy shit, she's not just kissing me there, she's licking the sperm off. Chris couldn't believe it. His mother hadn't just whacked him off, now she was tasting his sperm! Joanne leaned back and looked down at her son. Mmmm, he tasted good. That wasn't a bad thing to do was it? After all, it wasn't oral sex. I didn't take him in my mouth. But it was nice to taste his sperm. Joanne felt it completed what she had just done for her son. She'd showed him a woman was a sexual being and women also like sex. She'd shown him that he had nothing to be ashamed of in the cock department, and that his sperm was a gift that shouldn't be left to end up in the washing or in tissues. Chris opened his eyes and looked up at his mother. "Thanks mom, that was fantastic. The best ever." Joanne smiled down at her son with a look of absolute love. "You get a good night's sleep now Chris. See you in the morning." And with that she pulled up the sheet to his chest, kissed him softly on the lips and left the room.