38 comments/ 342496 views/ 183 favorites A Mother with Benefits Ch. 01 By: Graywolf2 This is my first story. It originally included interesting facts or "pop ups" sprinkled throughout. Following mixed reviews, I decided to move them. Now they appear after the end of the story. I hope you enjoy it. This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older. 1 The Cleaver family had seemed ideal. It consisted of Ward who was a physician and his wife June who was a registered nurse. She had become a full time homemaker when they had their son Theodore. They had been very close and spent a lot time together when Theodore was young. June was quite the cook and the family enjoyed sitting down each evening for dinner. Not only was the food good, it also gave them time to share the events of the day and discuss them. When Theodore got older his mother returned to nursing. The family tradition of sitting down to dinner was so special for them that they hired a housekeeper, not only to free up June to work, but so she could continue to prepare home cooked meals. They were active in the community and scouting. June had been a den mother and Theodore had earned the rank of Eagle, just like his dad. Theodore had been an excellent student until he seemed to have just given up on life. Each day he went up to his room immediately after school and closed the door. When he was asked to join the family for dinner, he would load up his plate and eat in his room. He stayed up to all hours on the computer doing heavens knows what. He didn't even date. Besides school and food, the only things Theodore came out of his room for were taking their dog Buddy for a run and swimming in their pool. The whole family enjoyed swimming to the point where they invested in an in-ground lap pool thinking it would be great exercise. Theodore swam like a fish and enjoyed it. Before his life went to crap, he had been on his high school swim team and was a Swimming and Water Rescue Instructor at summer camp. The most challenging task of the day for June was to drag Theodore out of bed and get him to school. No matter how early she started, he missed his bus more often than not and she would have to drive him. Once he got to school he would lay his head down on his desk and sleep. His parents arranged for his teachers to move him to the front of the class and it worked for a while. Then he started up again and his teachers gave up, just allowing him to sleep. It seemed that Theodore lacked all motivation. His parents told him that he had to get an education or he would never get a job. His answer was that there are no jobs anyway, so why try. He knew older kids that made all the right moves. In the end, all they accomplished was to amass student loans and ultimately not get a job anyway. "They're living with their parents doing nothing, so I'm just getting a head start and think of all the money I'm saving," he would say. His parents racked their brains trying to figure something out. June asked her husband, "You were a top student, what motivated you?" Ward replied, "I didn't open a book in middle school and was able to pass, just like Theodore. That changed when my father told me that my ass was out of the house at 18 unless I went to college and did well. I was scared shitless and understood that I needed to have a skill someone would pay me for. We could do the same, but I don't like to bluff. Are we prepared to toss him out into such a bad economy?" "Did anything else motivate you?" June asked. "Well, once I made the honor roll I was hooked. I liked the prestige and the perks. Everyone is proud of you and you get sex," Ward explained. "Holy crap Ward, how in the world did you get sex for good grades?" "I was a nerd in high school and didn't do well with girls. After I straightened up, I took every math and science class the school offered and still maintained straight A's. Once that became common knowledge, I became a 'catch' and got some dates and sex. Sometimes I think the girl's parents liked me more than the girl did. Think about it. I was a clean cut Eagle Scout with straight A's and a bright future. Who would you want for your daughter?" "That's terrible Ward." "If we had a daughter wouldn't you like it if she married someone like Tim Tebow or Jeremy Lin?" "Yes, but..." "Look, you play the hand you're dealt and I did the best I could with what I had. I never lied to them. That was taken care of by the feminist movement. Before my time you had to say you loved them and would marry them to get into their pants. It was even called 'premarital sex.' The radical feminists changed all that. According to them marriage was a trap for women to keep them from having a career and fulfillment. 'Keeping them barefoot and pregnant' was the expression they used. I never even had to say that I liked them." June was horrified and said, "You told me that you loved me and took my virginity." "None of them were virgins. I wasn't that bad. I told you I loved you because I did and you took my virginity too." "How in the world do you figure that I deflowered you Ward?" "I lived in a small town and those girls wanted to get married. If I knocked up one of them, it would have been over. I would have had to marry them. Since I couldn't trust them, I used a condom each and every time. The first time I didn't use a condom was on our honeymoon and that's when you deflowered me." "So you didn't trust me until after we were married?" June asked. Ward smiled and said, "I didn't trust you even then. It just wouldn't have been a calamity if you got pregnant because I do love you. I wanted to have kids and share my life with you. Using a condom all the time had a benefit other than 'safe sex' too. It kept things fresh for me. Going bareback for the first time ever on our honeymoon got me so excited, I was a sex machine." "I noticed. I was there," June grinned. "Don't be so pleased with yourself, your trip down memory lane doesn't help us with the problem at hand." "The point I was making is that sex is a powerful motivator for young men. Testosterone is a terrible burden," Ward laughed. "I'm sure it is, but what are we going to do about our son?" "Hey, you're an attractive woman," her husband announced abruptly. "I'm glad you think so." "No, I mean yes. What I'm trying to say is that maybe you could motivate him," Ward explained. "That's ridiculous," June said matter-of-factIy. "I can't even motivate him to get out of bed when I'm screaming at him." "Maybe you could if you showed him some cleavage," Ward suggested. "You never show any. You don't even own a two piece swimsuit." June had a couple of reasons for dressing conservatively. The first was that she had large breasts just like her mother and religiously wore heavy duty sports bras whenever she was vertical. The only exceptions were when she was in the shower or in the bedroom. Her mother's breasts sagged a great deal and June was remarkably motivated to avoid, or at least delay the same fate. The second reason was that, in addition to her ample bosom, June had a flat stomach and a long waist. That combination meant she was built like 7 of 9 on Star Trek Voyager. A lifetime of experience had taught June to tone down her figure with sensible and shapeless clothing if she wanted to be taken seriously. 2 Theodore's parents hastily came up with a simple plan that put Ward's theory to the test. After some requisite shopping, June began changing into a demi cup style bra each day when she got home from work. While not as supportive as her regular bras, she was now at liberty to leave several buttons undone at the top of her blouse. The effect was almost immediate. Theodore started joining the family for dinner and was always available to help his mother clear the table. His favorite activity seemed to be handing her each plate and watching her as she repetitively bend over to load the dishwasher. He tried his best to hide the obvious bulge in his pants with a dish towel. The only problem was that there was no reason to dry the dishes since they were being placed in the dishwasher. "Well, the experiment seems to have been a success," June observed. "That 'tent' in his pants was the biggest I've seen since we quit going camping," Ward laughed. Ignoring her husband's crude attempt at humor, she said, "It's nice to have meals with our boy again. What's our next move?" "Now that we've established that he finds you attractive, we need to come up with something to trade for good grades." When June didn't offer any suggestions, her husband continued, "Boys his age are constantly thinking about sex and constantly wacken. I think he could be motivated by an offer to make his wacken more pleasurable. The way I see it, there are two options. With the first, you don't have to touch him. You just let him look at you while he does the wacken. The second option is that you do the hand job for him." "Are you out of your mind?" June screeched. "There is no way I'm going to expose myself to our son or give him a hand job." "Of course that's up to you, but you said yourself that the worst part of your day was getting him off to school on time. Life is passing him by June. These are years he's never going to get back. What's going to happen when he wakes up at 25 with no marketable skills? Even if there are jobs, he won't be prepared for them. No respectable girl will marry him and how will he support a family?" "That's a lot of pressure to put on me; making me responsible for his entire life. That's not fair." "You're right June, it's not fair, but I can't think of any other alternative. Can you?" "And this is OK with you?" "I hate the idea. The only reason I'm even considering such a thing is that he's our son and he needs our help." "That's a lot to think about. Let me sleep on it and we'll talk about it tomorrow." They were silent as they got ready for bed and sleep came with difficulty. By morning June had made up her mind. "I think giving him hand jobs is the lesser of the two evils. As a nurse I'm confortable seeing private parts and doing procedures. I can assume a professional demeanor when I service him." "There was a scene in the movie 'Animal House' where a couple was in a convertible and the guy was getting a hand job. The girl got mad at him and you found out she had latex gloves on. You're not going to be that clinical are you?" Ward joked. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm trying my best to get through this, so quit joking around and tell me how this will work." "I'm sorry," Ward apologized. "A new grading period begins Monday, so he'll have a fresh start. When his report card comes out six weeks from now, each 'A' grade he earns will be saved in a hand job bank. He can withdraw one 'A' each Friday. If the bank is empty, no hand job. How does that sound?" June replied, "Isn't only counting A's a little harsh?" "He was making A's before he crapped out. He's capable," Ward insisted. "OK, when are we going to tell him?" "I think it would be less stressful for him if we both weren't looking at him when he was told. You should tell him June." "That would be more stressful for me, Ward." "He's going to be intimate with you, not me and you two should be alone when discussing your private matters. My being there would just make things even more awkward. The last thing you want is to have your dad looking at you while you're discussing something like this. Think about it. If Theodore looks too happy, he's in trouble with me and if he doesn't look happy enough, he's in trouble with you. Tell him that I don't like it, but we're both willing because we care for him and want him to be a success. Just keep it clinical like you said, you're a nurse treating a patient. His 'physical therapy' is a hand job and nothing more. Tell him that no one outside us three is to ever know, no one, ever." 3 June decided to put off approaching her son about the offer until Saturday. She went to the kitchen when she heard him moving around upstairs and waited for him to come down to get something to eat. After he raided the refrigerator, she motioned for him to sit across from her at the table. Theodore pulled out the indicated chair and was about to peek down his mother's blouse when their eyes met. Her face had an unusual expression and he hoped that he wasn't in trouble. Once he was seated, she asked, "You know that your father and I care about you, don't you?" Between chews he answered, "Sure mom." "As you know, we're worried about your school work and your future." "That again, I'm not that bad," Theodore protested. "Half my school is using drugs and I'm not. I make passing grades. Most parents would be thrilled to have a kid like me." "That may be true, but you're capable of more. We think that all you lack is motivation and have a plan to provide some." Theodore looked up with interest as June continued, "Since you don't seem to give a damn about your future, we thought you might care about a more basic drive." Before she could change her mind, she blurted out, "I'm willing to give you hand jobs for good grades. Are you interested?" Theodore felt a tingle travel up each thigh and merge at his penis when he saw that she was serious. He was so overwhelmed that he didn't respond for several seconds. June took that as rejection and was humiliated beyond belief. This is his father's fault, she thought. It was his plan. Here I am with my boobs hanging out offering to give my son a hand job and he doesn't even want it. "Your father was just like you, worthless," she snarled. "Then grandpa threatened to kick his lazy ass out of the house if he didn't get his act together. We thought about doing the same with you and we still can young man." Oh shit, Theodore thought. Fortunately he was quick to grasp why his mother was losing it. "You're a beautiful woman mom, of course I'm interested," he declared urgently to douse her fire then continued with, "I was so surprised, pleasantly, that I didn't know what to say." While that was sinking in he changed the subject by asking, "Is dad OK with this?" It took a moment for her to calm down enough to answer the question. Ignoring her outburst, June replied as if nothing had happened. "Like I said, your father and I are worried about your future. We want you to take school seriously. Your father doesn't like the thought of me doing that to you, but it was the only thing he could think of." "So this was dad's idea?" She didn't mean to let that slip, but it was out now. "Yes, it was his idea. That shows just how desperate he is to give you a better future. You have a great dad." "And a great mom," Theodore added. June blushed and said, "I'm sorry I got so angry honey, but that was a very awkward subject for me to bring up." "I can imagine, but you did it anyway," he exclaimed. "That proves my point. You're a great mom." June smiled and said, "You understand that if we go ahead with this, you can never tell anyone." "That's obvious mom. How would it work?" June described how each "A" on his report card would be put in a "bank" and he could buy a hand job each Friday. "So, Friday would be like a payday?" he asked. "What about B's, would I get anything for them?" "Yes, Friday would be like a payday in that you could spend an 'A' from your bank and no, B's don't count." "When would this start?" "It could start now but it wouldn't really matter because your 'bank' is empty. Nothing will be in it until report cards come out." 4 Theodore was given no guidelines or put under any restrictions. It was totally up to him to figure out how to earn as many A's as he could. The first change he made was to sleep in his room instead of in class. The first hard evidence of his new attitude was the grades he earned on quizzes, some of which were A's. His most difficult class was math because it built upon what was learned previously. Fortunately, he found an online math educational program that helped him learn what he had missed. Now that it was out in the open that he found his mother sexually attractive, he could boldly check her out, at least when his father wasn't around. His mother liked this new attention. Being looked at like that by such handsome young man made her feel more feminine, being discrete when her husband was around made it naughty and exciting. What wasn't out in the open was June's new appreciation of her son. She loved to watch the water run down his body when he emerged from the pool in his little swimsuit. He was built like a swimmer with wide shoulders, long waist and narrow hips. His shoulders may have come from his father, but she knew that his long waist was from her. As they became more comfortable with this new openness, they joked and made comments that, while innocent on the surface, were sexually suggestive. This escalated until one day when June noticed her son shamelessly checking her out while she was making a salad. She picked up a cucumber, gave it a couple of strokes then looked up at him. Not to be outdone, Theodore picked up two tomatoes and gently squeezed them as if they were breasts. At which point June cut the cucumber in half and stuck her tongue out at him. Theodore's favorite place to get amorous with his mom was the kitchen. That may have been because that's where she was vulnerable, being preoccupied and having her hands full. He loved to come up behind her and give her a hug. Then he would ask her to turn around so that he could hug her properly. One of his first memories was feeling his mother's breasts pressed up against him whenever they embraced, but now he took a new and different delight in it. While they hugged, he would move one of his hands up the side of her back and then towards a breast in an attempt to get a feel. He never even got close. He did make the observation that his mother was on guard unless she knew where both of his hands were. When she could feel both of his hands on her back, her body was relaxed. If he removed one hand, her body would tense up in anticipation of what that hand would be doing next. If he returned the hand to her back or other allowed place, she would relax. What Theodore didn't know was that his mother had developed certain skills. Her breasts were large even as a teenager and provided a tempting target for every young man she had ever dated. She had a black belt in breast defense. She never called her son out for what he was attempting because it made her feel as if she was young again and on a date. She also didn't call him out when she felt his erection press against her for the same reason. Since he wasn't getting anywhere moving his hand up towards her breasts, he decided to change directions. While they hugged, he now moved one of his hands down towards her rear end. As his hand went lower and lower, he expected her to tense up when he approached a forbidden area. She never did. Apparently, she thought of her rear end as an allowed area. With this new knowledge, he brought both hands down to knead her delightful ass, just like his mother would knead dough while baking. There was something else Theodore didn't know. When his mother was a teenager; she felt sorry for the boys so desperately trying to get at her breasts. After all, who could blame them? She decided long ago that her rear end was a suitable consolation prize. Once he got as much as he was going to get hugging, Theodore moved on to kissing. He kissed her cheek and neck until it was routine. Then he tried giving her pecks on the lips, but that met with the same success he had with her breasts. In desperation, he decided to try and talk her into it. While hugging her and kissing her neck, he would explain that he didn't know how to kiss a girl and how she could teach him so much and it was just kissing after all. When that didn't work, he tried using the A's he was already earning on quizzes. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 01 "It would be like an old fashioned kissing booth at the county fair except I would be paying you with A's," he explained. "That's not our deal and it would be too risky anyway. In case you haven't noticed, we're already getting too carried away and your dad might catch us," she cautioned. "His garage door makes a ton of noise. If we hear it start up, I would immediately run upstairs to my room without saying a word. You could stay in the kitchen and make small talk, giving me time to get away. I wouldn't come out of my room until I was presentable." This was the first time either of them had made mention of his erection. "I would have smeared lipstick," she objected. "When you get home from work, just completely remove your lipstick and don't apply more. You look great without it and he probably wouldn't notice anyway." "That's very sweet of you to say, but..." "Just try it and see," he interrupted. "Start not wearing lipstick at home and see if he notices." She did the experiment for several days and Theodore was right, his father didn't notice. She had been using the lipstick as an excuse to not kiss him, but when he turned out to be right, she was stuck. They began his kissing education the very next day, always at the kitchen sink with an ear peeled for the sound of the garage door opener. She told Theodore that the girl is the boss of what's allowed, but once it's established that she wants to kiss, he should take charge. It's his job to start the kiss and to end it. She said to take his time and to mix things up. After several tongue kisses he should talk to the girl, stroke her hair or kiss her neck. She told him to suck in a small bit of air to create a slight negative pressure within their mouths. This will make the kiss more intimate. She warned him to equalize the pressure before ending the kiss or they might make a popping sound. Necking with a lusting young man who had his hands on her ass was like a time machine for June. She hadn't felt this young and alive in years. That the young man was someone she loved made it even better. She didn't want to admit just how much she was enjoying their sessions, but her soaked panties didn't give her any choice. 5 The faithful day came when report cards came out. His teachers were proud of his remarkable improvement, but Theodore wasn't. He had made all A's with the exception of a "B" in math and English. He handed his report card to his mom and said, "I should have screwed math to make sure I got an 'A' in English." He looked so disappointed that it made his mother's heart ache. "No honey, you shouldn't have," she disagreed. "Now that you're caught up in math, you'll get an 'A' in everything next time." That made him feel a little better, but he was still missing out on a hand job. When Ward came home she showed him the report card. Holding it, he said, "I have to admit that I have mixed emotions. I'm delighted that he's joining us for dinner. He's even showing up for Boy Scout troop meetings again and here's the final proof that the plan worked. I should be happy, but now that it's about to happen, the notion of you giving him hand jobs bothers me more than I thought it would." "If you tell me not to, I won't," she said. "At this point, that's not an option. It was my idea and if you backed out now, he would never trust us again. I guess this Friday is the night." As Friday night approached, Theodore did his best to not show his excitement around his dad. He didn't want to take the chance of upsetting him. His dad had an expression: "You don't punish good behavior." Theodore didn't want to punish his dad. Friday night found Ward and his wife in their bedroom. She was wearing pajamas beneath a thick white terry cloth robe. It was her practice to wear sports bras outside of their bedroom and conservative pajamas inside it. She wouldn't expose her body to Ward unless sex was on the agenda. Then she would wear something from the Victoria's Secret collection she had acclimated over the years. This practice made seeing her body and sex even more exciting for him. Ward knew that humans have a great capacity to adapt and take things for granted. He didn't want to adapt to his wife's body and take how amazing it was for granted. He always said it was better to visit a nudist colony than to live in one. He called it "keeping things fresh." An additional attempt at "keeping things fresh" was for her apply what they called her "sex perfume." It was a scent she would only use if they were going to have sex. A few weeks after they began this regime, Ward reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs, getting an erection from just the smell. 6 June was nervous as she prepared to go to her son's room. She was making herself busy warming a bottle of lotion with an electric heating pad, like she'd learned in nursing school. When it was at the desired temperature, she draped a towel over her forearm and put the lotion in the pocket of her robe. She looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to her husband and said, "Last chance to back out." "We've been over that. You're doing this for our son and I'll be here when you get back," he replied. She went down the hall and put on her best professional nurse bearing before knocking on her son's door. His voice cracked when he said "come in" and June did her best not to smile. Apparently her boy was just as nervous as she was. She found him sitting up in bed with a sheet pulled up to his waist. He was nude and his hands were under the sheet, apparently attempting to hide an erection. She sat down on the bed and was about to pull back the sheet when he panicked and asked for something familiar, "Mom, before we get started, would you mind if I kissed you?" With that request, his mother's professional demeanor evaporated. As they embraced, some of the tension seemed to drain from them. When the kiss ended, she pulled back the sheet and saw his penis for the first time since he was a child. It was straight as an arrow and so erect that it looked as if the skin was about to burst. She looked up and saw him waiting for her reaction. "You have an exceptionally handsome penis," she said. Then she smiled and continued, "And I should know because I've seen so many of them at work, not in this condition of course." They both laughed and that broke the ice a bit more. June poured some warm lotion into her hand and rubbed her hands together. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and he came immediately, shooting cum into the air. Some of it landed in her hair and some would have gotten in her eye if she hadn't blinked. Theodore was horrified and humiliated. His mother sat before him with his cum in her hair and on her eyelashes. "I'm so sorry mom; I don't know what to say." As she used her towel to clean up, she said, "That's alright honey, you were too excited and who could blame you." As she reapplied the lotion to her hands, she continued, "You worked so hard. It's not fair for that to be your reward. Let's give it another try, shall we?" When he nodded, she began pumping his young shaft. Theodore was in ecstasy. She obviously knew what she was doing and her hands were so much softer and better than his. After a while she said, "Spread your thighs a bit so I can get to your testicles." Just looking at her as she said that almost made him cum again. He would have if she had said, "balls" instead of "testicles." She rolled his balls around in his sac with one hand while jacking him with the other. The warm lotion made everything so smooth and nice. He read that professional cyclists like Lance Armstrong packed their balls in Vaceline when they raced. That must feel something like what his mother was doing, of course the cyclists weren't getting jacked off at the same time. Before long he warned his mother that he was going to cum and this time she was ready with the towel. He closed his eyes and came so hard that he thought his brain was slipping around in his skull. She cleaned him up, gave him a kiss on the lips and slipped him a little tongue. As she was standing to leave, Theodore asked, "Next time can you take your robe off and unbutton a couple of buttons on your pajama tops?" She paused for a moment and then replied, "I don't see why not." Ward asked, "How did it go?" as soon as she entered their bedroom. "As well as could be expected," she replied as she put the towel in the hamper. She washed her hands and face while telling her husband that he came immediately so she did him a second time. As she looked in the bathroom mirror checking her hair for cum, she decided it would be better if her husband didn't know where it had landed. While cuddling in bed they discussed in hindsight if they had done the right thing to motivate their son. It had worked, but at what cost? June changed her mind and told him about Theodore cumming on her face. They both laughed and before they knew it, their pajama bottoms were off and they were fucking like rabbits, no Victoria's Secret or "sex perfume" required. 7 The following week passed quietly with everyone slipping easily into their daily routine as if nothing had happened. The only changes were positive. June and her husband were having sex more frequently and enjoying it more. When June found herself taking more time than customary to complete her kitchen chores, she came to the realization that she was doing so in hopes that her son would join her. You might as well admit it, she thought. You look forward to his kitchen stopovers. She began making a snack every day when she got home from work and he would join her. They would eat, chat about their day and have a little make out session. Theodore's relationship with his father also improved. Ward told her that their son walked up to him, hugged him and walked away without saying a word. He was so shocked that he didn't say anything either. "I've been talking to Theodore almost every day and I think I know why he did that," June said. "He's just grateful to both of us and doesn't know how to express it to you, or even if he should. He knows you gave me permission to go to him in his room, but he still feels awkward about it. The way he copes with it is to avoid the subject in front of you. He appreciates me for what I do and you for allowing me to do it. He understands that we're doing something we normally wouldn't even consider and it's for his benefit. In so many words he told me that before this, he didn't realize how much we loved him. I guess he wanted to tell you the same thing, but didn't know how, so he just hugged you." 8 The next Friday found June once again in the bathroom preparing to visit her son. She had planned to wear one of her new demi cup bras underneath her pajamas. That way she could comply with her son's request of showing some cleavage while she jacked him off. While admiring herself in the mirror, she reconsidered. Wearing a sports bra so frequently had paid off. "The twins" are doing great, she thought as she turned to her left and right. There was minimal sag for her age, especially considering their size and weight. They were creamy white with pink nipples and areola the size of quarters. There was a little shine so she found her plush powder puff and patted it on her breasts until they looked their best. She opened a drawer and found her favorite Victoria's Secret top from a bra set, the powder blue one, and put it on. It wasn't her favorite because it matched her eyes; it was her favorite because it looked like it was created just for her, making "the twins" look their best. She put on her pajamas and robe, picked up her towel and lotion and entered the master bedroom where her husband was already in bed. "Well, here I go again," she said as she approached the hallway door. "You don't look quite as hesitant as you did last week," Ward observed. June stopped in her tracks and asked, "Are you still OK with this or are you having second thoughts?" "I'm fine with it. Just make sure you only do what was agreed upon," he warned. Ward knew he was a lucky man. His wife genuinely enjoyed sex. Some of his gynecologist colleagues had patients his wife's age who didn't like sex at all. Even some younger women didn't enjoy it. When they came in for their annual pap smear, they would tell the doctor that their husband wanted them to get something for their libido. Unfortunately, the only thing that works is testosterone, and if it's given in high enough doses to increase sex drive, it will also have masculinizing side effects. Things like increased hair growth in male areas and deepening of the voice. It can also cause weight gain and acne. Yes, his wife enjoyed sex and for the first time he feared that she enjoyed it a little too much. 9 June entered her son's room and removed her robe before sitting on his bed. They kissed and embraced just like the week before, but tonight he could feel the back of a bra through her pajamas. She pulled away from him and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her pajama top. As he was enjoying the view, he asked, "Would you unbutton them all mom? You have a bra on and wouldn't be showing any more than you would at the beach." She had hoped some variation of this might happen. She just smiled and said, "Why don't you do it yourself?" With shaking hands he proceeded, revealing more and more. His task complete, she removed her pajama top and threw it on top of her robe. All he could do was gaze in appreciation. He forgot where he was and what he was doing. After an inordinate period of time his mother said, "I see you like 'the twins.'" When he awoke from his trance, "Your beautiful mom," was all he could manage to say. "We'd better get down to business; your father is expecting me." She retrieved the lotion from her robe and proceeded to give him a hand job just as before. This time he had quite a view, a view that got even better when she leaned forward to get at his balls. He came just as intensely as before, but this time he kept his eyes open. Encouraged by his mother's request that he unbutton her top, he asked, "Next week do you think you could use your mouth instead of your hands?" She was cleaning his cock with a towel when she froze and said, "Never ask me to do that." Panicked, he asked, "Are you mad mom?" While putting on her robe she answered, "No honey, I just don't like that." Then she hurried out the door. Upon entering the master bedroom, she said, "All done," then made her way to the bathroom. She had planned to simply remove her Victoria's Secret bra and put her pajama top back on, but her panties were soaked. She removed them and looked in the mirror where she saw her pussy through a thin patch of blonde hair. June didn't have much body hair. What she did have was fine and sparse in contrast to the thick mane on her head. Her muff resembled a peach with luxuriant fuzz so June had never felt the need to trim down there. Admiring herself in the mirror, she rotated from side to side and was surprised to see her glistening pink petals peek out as she shifted her hips. That pussy is in need of a good fucking, she thought. She found the matching Victoria's Secret panties and put them on. June was about to leave the bathroom when she remembered to apply her "sex perfume." She entered the bedroom and stood before her husband who said, "Looks like someone's all worked up. Are you sure a hand job is all that's happening in there?" Surprised and a little deflated, June replied, "He started feeling me up a little through my robe and I didn't have the heart to stop him. So I just pretended that it wasn't happening." Then she glared at him and said, "Listen mister, you don't have much to complain about in the sex department since we put this plan of yours in effect. Do you want sex or not?" His answer was to pull back the covers, exposing his erect cock. They fucked twice that night, something they hadn't done in years. 10 Theodore made himself scarce the following weekend. June didn't think much about it until he didn't join her in the kitchen on Monday for their afternoon snack. When he didn't show up again on Tuesday, she knew something was up. She called him to the kitchen and demanded that he tell her. Turning red he said, "I'm so sorry I asked you to do that. I was just so excited." "Oh honey, I said I wasn't mad. Everything's fine." She hugged him then looked earnestly into his eyes. "Are we OK?" she asked. He nodded and they hugged again. Still holding each other, she said, "I'm so sorry I upset you honey; let me make it up to you. You remember those B's you made on your report card?" "Yeah, I should have screwed math." "No, you shouldn't have. Let's make a deal just between the two of us. You can spend one of those B's on having your way with 'the twins' through my clothing." Theodore smiled and immediately moved his hands up her back and then to her breasts. This time her defenses were down and would remain so. He gently squeezed them and said, "So these are 'the twins.'" After a few moments, he declared, "You finally let me squeeze your tomatoes mom." She giggled and said, "And you cucumber is still intact. Now aren't you glad you worked so hard on math?" "I'd rather work on these," he answered. He felt her nipples harden and said, "I think 'the twins' are happy to meet me." He began unbuttoning her blouse then stopped when she grabbed his hands and said, "I would love for you to do that honey, but not here. That's for our Friday nights in your room. I have to remain dressed in the kitchen while you run upstairs, remember?" "I'm sorry mom, I knew that but I wasn't thinking." "I love you father very much and hope to spend the rest of my life with him. My hope for you is that you run off with a nice girl and get married. If we get caught, I might end up old and alone. Women fear that more than you know." "Mom, I'll do everything I can to protect your relationship with dad. You're his girl and I know that." 11 June spent much of the next week going through her Victoria's Secret lingerie. She had never given her husband a tie for his birthday or Father's Day. Instead, she would purchase a sexy outfit, model it for him and then screw his brains out. Nothing she had could rival her favorite, so she finally went shopping and found a black lace bra set that she liked just as much. She was absent-mindedly humming as she readied herself the following Friday. She was in her element, playing dress up like she did as a little girl. She thought about how good "the twins" would look in her new bra as she dabbed her plush powder puff on them. June watched as her perky little nipples woke up and wasn't sure if it was from excitement or the overzealous application of powder. She washed her hands and carefully put the bra on so as to avoid getting powder on the black material. She struck various poses and admired herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she put on her pajamas followed by her robe and exited the bathroom. Her husband was sitting on the bed and said, "Someone's happy." "I've never been happier and why shouldn't I be?" She gave him a kiss on the forehead and said, "Everyone's happier because of your idea, take some credit, why don't you?" "I guess I'm a little jealous. He's so young and handsome and you love him." "You shouldn't be jealous," she said. "You're the one who's stuck with me, not him. Have you been lacking in female companionship lately?" "No, but I know how much you like sex and ..." "Now you're worried because I like sex?" she interrupted. "You've never complained before. Just give yourself some credit and allow yourself to be happy." She gave him a passionate kiss and pushed him back on the bed. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 01 She turned before leaving the room and said in a bad Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation, "I'll be back." She was so eager to show off her new outfit to her son that she knocked on his door and entered before he had a chance to say come in. She removed her robe and sat on the bed, arching her back to present her pajama buttons to her son. "No hello or kiss?" he asked. "Hello, I want you to see my new purchase," She answered. Acknowledging her impatience, he unbuttoned as quickly as he could and helped her remove the pajama top. "What do you think?" she asked and she rotated side to side. He had been feeling her up in the kitchen for several days now, but this was the first time he had permission to do it with her wearing so little. Theodore answered by gently caressing her breasts. Like a jeweler assessing a diamond, he watched her creamy flesh move in response to his manipulation of her black bra. "Mom, your breasts are exquisite and the black lace frame you picked out really shows them off." As they embraced, he ran his hands across the soft bare skin of her back. It was a delightful new sensation. Striking the back of her bra was an annoyance. Without thinking, he attempted to remove this obstacle to his pleasure. He went for the hooks and fumbled at the goal line. She pulled herself away from him and said, "You're such a bad boy, what am I going to do with you?" It sounded silly, even to Theodore, but all he had wanted to do was run his hands unimpeded over her bare back. His goal wasn't to expose her breasts. Now that that he had unintentionally gone this far, he decided to go with it. Thinking quickly, he said, "I just wanted to let 'the girls' out to play." "They're not 'the girls,' they're 'the twins,' she corrected. "But let's call them girls for now. What's the proper way to ask girls to come out and play?" "You say please?" Theodore guessed. "No, you ask their mother," she said. "Mom, may the girls come out to play...please?" "But you're still a bad boy," she teased. "I can pay. I still have a 'B' I haven't spent." June hadn't seen him this excided to open something since he was a little boy and still believed in Santa Claus. "I'll accept that," she said. "Would you like to give it another try?" June hugged him and rubbed his back as she patiently allowed him to take as long as he needed. Theodore struggled with the clasp until he looked over her shoulder and could see how it worked. The bra was initially pinned between them and fell a few inches when they separated. His mom looked at him and said, "Go ahead honey, open your present." As if in a trace, he slowly pulled the bra away from her body. Theodore had tried to imagine the sight he was now beholding, but his prediction had been wrong. Without the bra her breasts were not the simple spheres they normally seemed. They appeared to gain character as gravity took effect. He always knew they were ample, but now they were also womanly. He couldn't resist the impulse to cup them in his hands and lift them slightly to test their weight. They were warm and unbelievably soft. Her nipples were erect in the center of her pink areolas and appeared as if they wanted his attention. He shifted positions and pushed her until her back was on the bed. As he did so the distance between her breasts marginally increased and they more closely resembled the spheres he had originally anticipated. He placed his face to her bosom, moving his head to the left and right, kissing each breast. When he started sucking her nipples, she held his head and ran her fingers through his hair. As he feasted on her breasts, she reminisced about the first time she held him in her arms. Lost in thought, she said, "This isn't the first time your dad has shared those with you." With a start, she suddenly remembered her husband was waiting. She slid out from beneath her son to retrieve the lotion. He rolled over on his back and she gave him a hand job. Her task complete, she hurriedly got dressed and went to join her husband. When she entered her bedroom she saw her husband completely nude on top of the covers and sporting an erection. "Looks like something's going to be pressing on my bladder, I'd better go pee," she said then went hurriedly into the bathroom and closed the door. After removing all her clothing, she dried and powdered her breasts. From within the bathroom she shouted, "I don't want to waste any time either." She materialized from the bathroom as necked as her husband, mounted him and rode him hard. Once again, they made love twice that night. June felt responsible when both of her boys were tired the next morning when they got up at 6 AM to go camping. They were going with Theodore's old Boy Scout Troop, something they hadn't done in quite a while. June fixed them a hardy breakfast before sending them on their way. After their departure, she realized that being up to all hours satisfying two men had made her tired too. Before getting back into bed, she sprinkled some powder on the sheets and removed her pajamas. She pulled the covers over her and stretched, reveling in the smell of the powder and how soft the sheets were against her body. June sighed and was quite content as sleep overtook her. 12 The Friday following the campout, June entered her son's room to find him once again sitting in bed with a sheet covering him below the waist. She retrieved a scrunchie from the pocket of her robe, gathered her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. "Your father can't stop talking about how much fun he had with you on the camping trip," she said as she untied the belt of her robe. She looked into his eyes and opened the robe to him, revealing that she was totally nude with the exception of the black lace panties from her new bra set. His eyes widened. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and when he tried to tell her so, his voice failed him. Pleased with his reaction, she let the robe drop to the floor and walked over next to the bed. She stood before him with engorged nipples; thankful that the black panties would mask the wet spot she knew would be there. She loved having his eyes on her and just stood before him, letting him drink her in. Trying to provoke a verbal response, she slowly turned completely around and asked, "Like what you see, honey?" He couldn't believe it. He had seen her breasts, but as the Greek philosopher Aristotle said: "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts." Everywhere was glorious roundness with one curve shifting to become another as she turned. His eyes darted around, not wanting to neglect one part of her body for another, yet it was everything appreciated in totality that was truly marvelous. He would have difficulty taking his eyes off a statue made of cold hard stone if it had curves like his mom. Now here she was, standing before him revealing more than he had ever seen in the flesh. For his entire life that splendor had been near him, under her cloths. She was so incredible and she was his mom. Theodore was mortified when he realized a low rumbling sound was emanating from his throat. He's so cute when he blushes, his mother thought. Taking pity on him, she pulled back the tented sheet and admired his young cock. She wrapped her fingers around it as she sat down on the bed, just as she had done so many Fridays before. His cock was slick with precum and she milked it to obtain even more. Once the lubrication was evenly distributed, she proceeded to jack him off as she continued her one sided conversation. "Your dad told me so many nice things. How helpful you were teaching the younger scouts and how much they looked up to you." Theodore was hypnotized by her swaying breasts as her forearm moved up and down. "How happy the scoutmasters were that you had returned and that you were the social hit of the campfire." She scooted next to him and kissed his cheek. "You made your father very happy and that makes your momma very happy with you." He felt her hard nipple glide back and forth across his chest as she continued pumping his cock. "You've become such a good boy." Looking down, she noticed that more precum had appeared at the tip. This time, she leaned forward and licked it off ever so gently with her tongue. Still holding his cock, she slid off the bed onto the floor and said, "Put your feet on the floor honey." As he did, she positioned herself between his thighs and sat on her heels. She smiled up at him then took his cock within her mouth and pursed her lips. She slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth until she was making long strokes. After getting comfortable, she applied some suction and started moving her tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft as she moved up and down. She wanted it to be special and approached it with the same care she would use in preparing Thanksgiving dinner. She thought of her mouth, lips and tongue as utensils being used to concoct a meal for the man she loved. As she looked up, their eyes met. She was making a memory that they both would cherish. It was such a turn on, knowing that she was giving her son his first blow job, that her pussy tingled. She held the base of his shaft with one hand while she licked and sucked her way along the underside of his cock. His cock became wet with all the saliva that dripped down from her constant licking and sucking. She began fucking him by moving her hand up and down in pace with her mouth. After a bit, she started pumping the base half of his cock with her hand while giving head to the top half, giving him the familiar hand job and unfamiliar blow job at the same time. She cupped his balls gently with her free hand then moved her fingers further back to lightly scratch the skin behind his ball sac with her fingernails. As she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, she briefly considered deep throating him. He didn't look like he could last much longer, so she decided to save that for next time. A few moments later he put his hand gently on the back of her head and started to barely pump his hips, being careful not to hurt her. She felt him become bigger in her mouth. Then he came, jerking and pumping load after load into her waiting mouth. She sucked him gently, letting his cum flow over her tongue and down her throat. June swallowed most of his cum without releasing the grip her lips had on his cock. When he stopped pumping she loosened her lips and took several deep breaths through her mouth. Then she tightened her lips again and nursed the remaining cum into her mouth. Just as someone might lick their plate after a delectable meal, she licked around the head and occasionally closed her wet mouth on his shaft until he completely stopped twitching. She tasted her lips, trying to detect a difference between her son and husband with her discerning chef's palate. Giving up, she gave his spent member a parting peck as she stood up. Without saying a word, she put her robe back on, secured the belt and walked towards the door. Upon reaching the door, she slowly turned to him, pulling down the scrunchie as she did so. Her hair freed, she tossed her head, unfurling her golden mane across her shoulders. Scrutinizing her son, she said, "I love you honey." Confused as hell, he replied, "I love you too mom." 13 Crossing the hall, she entered the master bedroom and made a bee line for the bathroom. Ward didn't notice her bare ankles beneath her robe. Once in the bathroom, she changed her panties, put on her pajamas and placed the scrunchie back in her hair. As she emerged from the bathroom, she said, "I'm sorry, I had to pee. Take your pants off." When he noticed that her hair was in a ponytail, Ward was particularly eager to comply. June grabbed his cock and proceeded to give him a blowjob. Ward knew better than to ever ask her for one, because if he did, the answer would simply be "no." He wasn't aware that his wife wanted her blowjobs to be a special treat. The reason she liked to cook was that she did it so well. She also cherished watching her family enjoy the meals she had prepared for them. Well, she considered herself to be a great little cock sucker and loved to watch her husband go wild as she blew him. That's why she always put her hair in a ponytail. Pulled back, her hair wouldn't block anyone's view. Not her view of her husband's face and not his view of her mouth wrapped around his cock. She bestowed her "special treat" upon him when he did something sweet or endearing, something that reminded her of why she married him. Sometimes she was more calculating, rewarding good behavior. This time it was a little of both. He was so animated when he came home from camping with their son, so happy and excited to tell her all about it. Then he went shopping with her without a word of complaint. Ward hated shopping, but knew that she enjoyed his company. He knew nothing about fashion, but every once in a while something would catch his eye and he would be right. She tried on one of his rare selections and when she saw the look on his face, she knew then and there that he was in for her "special treat." What made her feel naughty and in control was that he had no idea. She just smiled back at him, keeping her little secret. Ward came and she sucked him dry. He pulled her up and hugged her. He stroked her hair and gave her forehead a gentle kiss. Normally she enjoyed cuddling, but not tonight, not on a night filled with so many firsts. She had exposed herself to their son and given him his first blowjob. She had watched two men enjoy her "special treat," two men she cared for dearly. Her pussy was craving a nice hard cock and it was too soon for her husband's to be of any use. She went back down on him and started talking dirty between slurps. She normally considered that vulgar, but this was an emergency. "I love your big cock. My hot pussy needs it. My pussy's so wet and fuckable." They were both a little surprised with how soon her words and mouth had the desired effect. Still holding his cock, she straddled him and positioned her soaked entrance at the top of his shaft. Lowering herself, she gave the extra wiggle that was sometimes needed to let his cock slide into her. June stopped about halfway then reached up to take hold of the headboard with both hands. She lifted up again, and then pushed down hard, taking him to the root. "Fuck, your cock feels so good," she cried out. "Harder, honey." Ward couldn't do it any harder because he hadn't even moved yet, but he wasn't about to argue. He seized her hips and did his best to keep up. In short order his wife began to convulse and he was soon to follow. After releasing the headboard and collapsing, she clung to her husband tightly, her arms around his neck and her legs clasped around his thigh. When he was able, he asked, "Wow, what got into you?" Between breaths, she snapped, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Ward had been married long enough to know when it was time to shut up. 14 Family life had never been better until a few weeks later when Ward caught Theodore checking out his mother on the sly. That part didn't bother Ward. It was even to be expected given what his plan had stirred up. What bothered him was catching his wife looking back. To make matters worse, he had to go out of town for a medical convention. He didn't want to go, but he was a speaker and had a poster presentation. He was well aware how much June enjoyed sex and giving their son hand jobs on a routine basis had to have broken down some barriers. He felt old and inadequate. There was no way he could keep up with someone his son's age in the sex department. Then he smiled hopefully, reminding himself that a woman as sexy as his wife could have any man she wanted. June had chosen him and had remained faithful all these years. "I should be OK," he said, trying his best to reassure himself. June had just returned from taking Ward to the airport when her son burst into the house and found her at the sink. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He started kneading her breasts and whispered, "Hi mom" in her ear. She turned around to hug him and he immediately started unbuttoning her blouse. "Save that for Friday when we're in your room, you know the rules," his mother said as she grabbed and held his wrists. "But dad's not here, he can't catch us." "You're right, but he trusts us. I feel bad enough already for what we've been doing. Let's act as if he's still here this week." Theodore pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table and said, "We need to talk." She sat down and he seated himself across from her. "My science project is turning out better than anyone expected and Mr. Harrison said I have a chance of winning the science fair." "That's wonderful honey. I'm so proud of all the work you've done. See what you can do when you put your mind to it." "Well, you get some of the credit mom. I was wondering if I could get a reward if I were to actually win the fair." His mother looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What kind of reward?" "I was thinking that we could have sex." "We're already having sex," she said. "Well, technically we're not according to President Clinton," Theodore corrected. "Did you learn that in history class?" "No, but..." "Forget it," she interrupted. "I'm your mother and I'm married to your father." "Hear me out mom. Let's take those points one by one. It's taboo to have sex with close relatives because you might have a defective kid. We have birth control now." "I'm still a married woman," she quipped. "That's right, but why is it bad to have an affair? It's because it breaks up families. People fall in love with someone new and leave their spouse. That's not going to happen with us. Have you seen the trailers for the movie 'Friends with Benefits?'" He continued without giving her a chance to respond, "The concept is that you have sex with a friend without becoming romantically involved. It's better than a cheap affair with someone you don't know because a friend cares about you as a person. It would be even better for us. Your mother cares about you more than a friend ever would and you're not going to run away with her and get married. You would be my 'Mother with Benefits.'" His mother looked at him with her mouth agape in stunned silence. Theodore continued, "We've already proven that we're able to compartmentalize what we've already done. Our relationship hasn't suffered at all. You still nag me to clean up my room. You remain my mother and I remain your son." June seemed to wake up and said, "I thought what we've already done wasn't sex." Her son smiled and said, "That's true, but what we've already done has tested our mother son relationship and we passed. There are other benefits too. I could get a sexually transmitted infection from someone else or get some girl pregnant and ruin my life." June thought of his father and said, "That would be true for most boys, but not you. You're too smart for that. You would use a condom every time." "Condoms break mom. Plus, I've never had real sex and you could show me how to use a condom properly so it doesn't break." June tried not to grin and said, "I know you have an aptitude for math and science, but maybe you should consider going into sales." Theodore disregarded the complement and continued, "Who better than your mom to teach you about sex and to get your confidence up? Think of it as 'Home Schooling.' I'm a much better kisser than I was because of you. Haven't you noticed an improvement mom? How am I doing with your breasts? I want you to be my first mom; it's something I can cherish for the rest of my life." A Mother with Benefits Ch. 02 I mention a song in the story that has multiple videos on YouTube. It's a fun song and I think you will find it enjoyable even if you don't read my story. Please search for Strokin' by Clearence Carter and pick the first one on the list (the one with the most hits). I used footnotes or pop ups once again. Feel free to skip them. The story will still be understandable if you do. This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 02 When I start makin´ love I don´t just make love... I be strokin´ That´s what I be doin´, huh I be strokin´ I stroke it to the East And I stroke it to the West I be strokin´ I be strokin´ Being an Eagle Scout, Theodore knew his compass directions. He was strokin' in time to the music and leaning the way the lyrics indicated as the song ran through his head. I stroke it to the North I stroke it to the South I stroke it everywhere I be strokin´ I be strokin´ Not sure of what he was up to, June turned her head briefly to peek up at him. His eyes were closed and his head was bobbing back and forth. I stroke it to the East And I stroke it to the West And I stroke it to the woman that I love the best I be strokin´ As the words ran through his mind, Theodore realized that they were true. He was "strokin'" the woman he loved the best. He opened his eyes and looked down at his mom. Her face was still turned to the side and bouncing slightly on the pillow with each of his thrusts. He was suddenly moved to say, "I really appreciate you doing this mom," before kissing her on the cheek. When she turned to look at him, he added, "I love you mom." June couldn't help herself. Her son's athletic frame had been pounding away at her for God knows how long. It had required all of her restraint not to touch him, knowing that the rest of his body was every bit as hard as his cock. She had even denied herself the pleasure of squeezing his firm butt cheeks as he plowed into her again and again. Now his heartfelt words were her undoing. They had caused a small tingle. Not the tingle of a sentimental tear forming in her eye, but a tingle in her pussy which she recognized as the faint spark of a budding organism. If she came, it would ruin everything. This needed to end now. "This was supposed to be quick fuck, what the hell happened?" June complained. When that didn't work, she added, "You wanted to fuck me as if your life depended on it and now you're taking forever." All Theodore heard was the word "fuck" as he gazed into his mother's big blue eyes. June was so prim and proper that it sent an electric surge to Theodore's cock on those rare occasions she talked dirty. When she did it a second time it accomplished what she wanted. His body shuddered as Theodore unloaded into her. Again and again as his body twitched and twitched, filling her with his cum. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 03 Once again, I included what are essentially footnotes or "pop ups" which provide extra information. They are clearly marked and feel free to skip them. They are not required to enjoy the story. This time all but one of them is after the end of the story. This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 03 June wrapped her curvaceous legs around his waist and crossed her ankles while she waited to become dessert. She shivered when Theodore first painted the cold whipped cream in small circles around her nipple, but was soon rewarded with the warmth of his mouth. He suckled the cream from her right nipple, not leaving a drop, then turned his attention to her other nipple where he repeated the process. June was so filled with emotion that she took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. Replacing her nipple with her tongue, she gave him a loving, tender kiss. Even though they were the only two in the house, when the kiss ended she whispered into his ear, "I love you baby." Theodore forgot to breath when his mom kissed him and needed to catch his breath before he was able to say, "I love you too mom." He reached across the table for a fresh strawberry, dipped its tip into the whipped cream and brought it to her lips. Taking the hint, June took a bite. Using the newly exposed inner flesh, he scooped out more cream and traced a path downward, between her breasts to her navel where he placed the fruit. Slowly dragging his tongue across her sensitive flesh, she writhed with pleasure as he followed the sweet path to her belly button. Once there, he recovered the strawberry with his teeth and ate it. Next Theodore turned his attention to her only remaining covering, her panties. "Rip them," she challenged. Theodore heard what she said, but hesitated. Sitting up partially then resting back on her elbows, June gestured downward with her head and repeated, "Rip them." Theodore ran his finger down to her flat stomach then slipped it beneath the elastic waist. Sliding it back and forth from hip to hip between the elastic and her warm skin, he eventually stopped above her right thigh. Taking the material into both hands, he obediently ripped them to the opening for her leg. Grasping the ripped edge, he opened them like turning a page in a book, exposing her pussy. He was about to unbuckle his belt when he noticed something new. There had always been a thin patch of blond hair between her full hips. Now her outer lips were meticulously groomed. There wasn't the slightest blemish or evidence of stubble, just two delightful hills separated by a slit. Theodore recalled pussy being referred to as a peach, but he never thought much about it. He just assumed the term was referring to how juicy they both were. Now he could appreciate the obvious physical resemblance. A Mother with Benefits Ch. 03 "I'm a naughty girl." She said it again, Theodore thought. He was confused and tried to reassure her by saying, "You're not bad mom. You're the best woman I know." What a sweet naive boy, June thought. After not allowing anyone to ask her for a blow job, she couldn't make an overt request to have her pussy eaten. It would be much to embarrassing, so she came up with a plan where she didn't have to. She used her culinary skills to create a web and had sat at the table like a spider, waiting for her son to become ensnared. The menu allowed her to lick and suck suggestively. She had made way too much whipped cream and finally, she had shaved her pussy to make it more appealing. ***** Food presentation: The art of modifying, processing, arranging, or decorating food to enhance its aesthetic appeal. ***** As Theodore was strokin' his mom, he finally recalled the variety of porn where the guy would slap the girl's butt while they were doing it doggy style. In his defense, his mom had never let on that she would want such a thing and he still found it hard to believe that she might. As a test he cautiously gave his mom a tentative slap. When there was no reaction he lightly swatted her bare cheek a few more times. Without warning and with each slap of his hand, June began to become even more aroused. At first she was surprised and a little disturbed by her reaction. When he spanked her a little harder, she discarded her concerns' and moaned, "I'm a nasty girl." She likes it, Theodore thought. Getting into the spirit of things, he asked, "Why are you a nasty girl?" as he pumped away. When she was slow to answer, he smacked her butt and repeated the question. As the skin of her milky white ass turned pink, she could feel her pussy tingle more and more. "I'm naughty because I'm fucking my son." Feeling embolden, he continued, "I didn't ask why you're naughty. I asked why you're a nasty girl," and spanked her again. I deserve to be spanked, she thought. June was eager to experience oral sex at least once in her life, but her husband and then her son had never shown any interest. Recognizing that she might never have her pussy eaten, June tried to convince herself that it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. She might have succeeded if it wasn't for that damn tongue of Theodore's. As a child he would entertain guests at the dinner table with his ability to touch his nose with it. She would gently scold him, saying it was bad manners but most people seemed to think it was cute. June had pretty much forgotten about this particular talent until they started kissing like lovers. While their tongues danced, she began to fantasize about what he might be capable of down there. Her plan had worked. Without asking him to, her son had dined on the pussy she had meticulously prepared for him. The gifted tongue he had proudly unfurled as a little boy had taken the oral virginity of his mother's cunt. "I'm nasty because I wanted my son eat my pussy," she confessed. June almost changed her mind before putting her plan into action. A little liquid courage had steadied her nerves, but now she was almost sober and feeling ashamed. "Harder," she demanded. Theodore wasn't sure if she wanted him to slap her harder or fuck her harder, so he did both. Rising up on his toes for a better angle, he drove as deeply into his mother as he could. He saw her butt jiggle and felt his balls slap against her as he hammered away. If she wanted a porn star, he was going to do his best to oblige. His cock was wet and slick with her juice when he pulled it out of her. He smacked it between her butt cheeks then teased her slit with the tip before re-entering her with short strokes. He had repeated this cycle several times when she threw herself backwards in a desperate to attempt to completely refill her ravenous pussy. Her timing was off and his cock brushed against her anus before sliding home, causing a tremor to course through her body. She had never considered anyone tapping her ass, but at this moment it didn't seem like such a bad idea. "I'm a filthy girl," she moaned. "Did the filthy girl like it when her son licked her tits and sucked her nipples?" Theodore asked. "Yes." "Did the filthy girl like it when her son ate her juicy little peach?" His mother hung her head and sighed, "Oh my ... yes." "How much did you like it mom?" June knew she couldn't get away with saying that it was merely "nice," not under these circumstances. She stretched, reaching out as far as she could on the table and spread her fingers. Gathering the tablecloth in each hand as she made a fist, June let out an audible sound of surrender. As her hips and ass began to roll, she gave up on respectability and began outpacing her son like a bitch in heat. "I loved you eating me," she growled. "It was so nasty and you were fucking fantastic with that magical tongue of yours." Theodore was brimming with pride after hearing his mom's praise. He was thinking of his friends at school who constantly boasted about eating pussy when he smacked her ass and said, "Who's the "clit master" now?" Confused, June asked, "What?" Theodore didn't expect his mom to know what a "clit master" was. She hadn't even met the kid that wanted to be called that. It was more of a rhetorical question that slipped out in his excitement. Nevertheless, he spanked her again and said, "You know the answer." He was right, June did know the answer. "You're the master of my clit," she whimpered. His mom's words and frantic pussy did the trick. He could feel the tingling bubbling up within his balls. His every instinct had always been to bury his cock as deeply within his mom as he could and fill her with his spunk. But now she seemed to be into this porn stuff and those guys always pulled out and jacked off on the girl. Not knowing what to do, he asked, "Mom, I can't hold back much longer. Where should I cum?" Upon hearing his question, June slowed the churning of her hips and turned her head. Looking over her shoulder, she replied, "Let it go on my ass honey." He pulled his cock from her mere moments before releasing his first stream. It erupted from his twitching dick and splashed on her back. He quickly directed his cock downward and watched as more spurts shot forth, coating her ass with overlapping streams of his thick cum. June reached back and began massaging the flesh of her behind. Her son's jizz was warm and rubbing it into the skin of her stinging cheek was soothing. She was appreciating the sensation when she suddenly gasped. Then with a moan, her organism began.