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A Mother's Milk

By: dateingagain



Everyone in this story are over 18. 

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Mother was one of the free spirited women that was not shy about nudity. Over the years I often saw her naked and she never tried to cover up, she would just continue doing what ever she was doing.

I appreciate that she was so open and we often had many explicit conversations about sex and the changes that men and women go through as they age. 

As I got older, I have to admit that it was somewhat arousing to see her naked body. Her openness also led to my being less shy about showing my naked body, she taught me that the human body was something to be admired and for a man, the woman was a temple that was to be treated with tenderness, respect and love.

My Mother taught me where all the erogenous zones were on a woman and where they were on a man. Her training was very comprehensive, and better than any book or video. She would show where and how on her own body, and would show me on mine. 

To many of you, it may seem odd that a Mother and Son would be this open with each other, but she was in all sense a Mother teaching me to be a good man, lover and person. Imagine when we would have these talks, we would often be sitting on the floor, facing each other, stark naked. That was just the way she was.

Well so much for the background, lets move on to the obligatory description of the players in this story. As in all stories of this type, my Mother was a knockout, had the figure of a 18 year old girl with 38 D cup titties and was only 35 years old at the time. Blond, blue eyed and turned heads every where she went. 

Sorry to disappoint, but,"Not!"

The truth is she was in her mid 50's, light brown hair, brown eyes, about five feet four inches tall, but she was slender, weighing in at around 115 pounds. She had nice 32 B titties, slightly saggy, but she had the biggest nipples I had ever seen up to this point, her aureoles were dark brown and about the size of a silver dollar. She had a bit of a tummy, but it led gracefully down to a nice triangle of pussy hair. She was an attractive woman.

I am an average guy, mid twenty's, light brown hair, brown eyes, and five feet ten inches tall, weighing in at 165 pounds, trim waist and no butt. My dick size was not the fantasy 10 incher, just your average 6 to 7 inch monster, maybe a little thicker than the average, but for the most part it has served me well.

So on to the story I am about to tell.

One weekend I was home alone with my Mother, I was busy working on some projects she had for me to do, you know, put bulbs in a ceiling light, fix a leaky faucet, that sort of things. Mom had been following me around all day watching me work. 

It was a warm summer day and she was dressed, well as much as she could get away with, a pair of baggy khaki shorts and a spaghetti strap white tee shirt. I could plainly see she was not wearing a bra, the white tee didn't hide much due to the thin material, nice cleavage shots and I could see the darkness of her nipples showing through the material. 

Her khaki shorts were more sedate, I could not make out whether she was wearing panties or not, but then again I was busy with the honey do list and really was not paying attention to her body.

Believe me I do enjoy a good show, and she has never failed to give me one, it's just today was not one of those days. 

I finished the work and being it was a very warm day, I went to take a shower and when I was finished I just threw on a pair of cutoff jeans shorts and went into the living room to watch a little TV. Mom had gone into the bathroom for whatever.

When she came out, she was quite excited. She came into the living room in a rush, she said, "Tom. Look at me!"

I looked up at her and focused on her face, she said, "Not up here, pointing to her face, down here." She pointed to her breast, she still was wearing her tee shirt, but as I looked at the swell of her breast, I noticed there were set spots where her nipples were.

She then said, "I was touching myself and all of a sudden, I noticed that there was milk coming from my nipples, it surprised me, at my age I am still expressing milk from my titties."

She then pulled her tee shirt over her head, threw it on the couch next to me and squeezed her left nipple making milk come out, "See!"

As I watched her squeeze her nipple, I saw a small squirt of milk come out, she caught it in the palm of her left hand and licked it off. A smile crossed her face as she confirmed, "It is, I can't believe it, but it is milk!"

She then squeezed her nipple again, catching some more of her milk in the palm of her hand, "Here, taste it!" as she extended her hand to to my face. Not wanting to seem squeamish, I licked the milk from her hand. It tasted good, the taste was not like cows milk, but a taste that stirred up old memories. She looked at me and said, "Well, what do you think?"

I told her it tasted good and reminded me of my ex's milk when she was nursing my children.

Mom, "So you like the taste of mommies milk?"

Tom, "Sure I do, once a titty baby, always a titty baby!"

Mom got a look on her face, sort of a slight devilish grin. She then sat down next to me and pulled me to her breast and said, "Suck my titties, suck me like you did when you were a baby!"

What could I do?, I couldn't say eew, yucky, I loved what she was trying to do, I couldn't refuse her.

She took hold of her breast and rubbed the nipple against my lips, just as she had done when I was a baby and I latched on to her nipple and began to suck. She let out a noise like a sigh, "That's it baby, suck mommies nipple, suck mommies milk!"

I sucked for a little while and the milk stopped flowing. I stopped sucking and she looked down and asked why I had stopped. 

Tom, "It stopped mommy, I think I sucked all of it out!"

Mom, "So do the other one now."

So I switched titties and began to suck on her other nipple, again she sighed, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I could tell she was enjoying the moment. Soon it too ran out of milk and I stopped sucking. I released her nipple from my lips and drew back a little and looked at it, the size and shape was amazing, I could see the wetness on her nipple where I had been sucking just moments ago. Tell the truth, it was a bit erotic, her nipples were standing out, hard as rocks. A thought crossed my mind that I had just been sucking my mom's tits.

She looked down and said, "Don't stop, that felt so good!"

Tom, "But Mom, there is no more milk!"

Mom, "I don't care, it feels so good, keep sucking!"

So I reached up and held her titty in my hand and began to suck on her nipple again, I forgot myself, as this time it wasn't to suck out her milk, I sucked her nipple into my open mouth, this time I opened my mouth wider and sucked more of her titty into my mouth, I then reached over to grasp the other one and began to tweak her nipple as I began flicking my tongue against the nipple in my mouth. She began to moan, and as I looked up at her face, she was smiling, her eyes were closed and she had tilted her head back again.

I wasn't her little baby anymore, I was fast becoming a very horny young man, my cock began to grow in my shorts, I had to reach down move my cock so that it wasn't pinched in the tight confines of my shorts. I looked up at mom and she had her eyes open and she was watching what I was doing with my hand. I undid the button of my shorts and reached in and moved it to a more comfortable position. As I removed my hand to grasp her other titty, I felt mom's hand slide over mine and into my shorts, and she grasped my cock in her hand. It was my turn to moan. Never before have I felt such a strong feeling. I have had other women touch me like that, but this was my mother, here I was, sucking and playing with her nipples, and she reaches into my shorts and grabs my cock. I felt my cock surge to become rock hard, and I swear I nearly came at that moment.

I looked up at her from my position as I still had my head against her breast and asked her, "Mommy, what are you doing?"

Mom, "What does it look like I am doing?"

Tom, "You have your hand on my cock!"

Mom, "Yes, I do, don't you like that?"

Tom, "Of Course I like it, but why are you touching me like that?"

Mom, "I wanted to find out what your hard cock felt like!"

Tom, "Mom, I'm not sure we should be doing this, but..."

Mom, "Sit up baby, we need to talk!"

So I sat up and turned towards her, she had managed to unzip my zipper and as I sat up, the zipper bite into my cock, "Ouch, that damn zipper is hurting me!"

Mom' "Then take your shorts off!"

Tom, "Mom!"

Mom, "Just do it, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

So I stood up and pulled my shorts down, and as I did Mom smacked me on the ass. "Ooow, what was that for?"

Mom, "Cause you have been a bad boy!"

Tom, "What do you mean, I haven't been bad!"

Mom, "Yes, you have, and that's what I want to talk to you about."

I sat back down, my cock was beginning to shrink. I was puzzled as to what she was talking about but who am I to question my Mother, she always knows when I have been bad even when I wasn't around her, I guess she can read my mind.

Mom, "Yes I can."

Tom, "Can what?"

Mom, "Read your mind."

Tom, with a blank stare, "So what am I thinking?"

Mom, "Well it not so much what you are thinking right now, although you are wondering what I am going to accuse you of."

Darn, she always knows, I don't know how she does it!

Mom then said, "Just listen to me for a moment and you will see what's on my mind."

And so Mom began to unfold a story that was true to what I was thinking, and she is right, I have been thinking those naughty thoughts. Maybe I did deserve that smack on my butt.

Mom started to talk, Over the years, I have noticed how you look at me when ever I was naked, when we had our little sex discussions, and any other chance you got to see me without clothes on, You had a way of looking at me when I was dressed, but I always felt like you were undressing me with your eyes. I did notice sometimes you would get hard, but in those days I restrained myself. And now that you have moved back home after having split with your wife, there is a new look in your eyes more intense, and that wasn't there before.

After you moved back home, it only took you a few days to start looking at me that way again, but this time when you would look at me I saw a hungry look in your eyes, you were still undressing me but it looked like you were going to pounce on me like a wild animal. I began to watch you more closely and I noticed a few things about you and your behavior.

When we would hug, you would start to get hard down there, you stopped wearing any underwear, when I would come out of the shower, you were right there waiting for me to come out naked, as you knew I would, you would watch me as I went into my bedroom to get dressed then you would go hide in your room, "I know what you were doing in there, you aren't very quiet, was it me that made you jerk off?"

Tom, "Yes!"

Mom, "Well I figured that one out awhile back, especially when one time I heard you call out, Oh Mommy, fuck me!"

Mom, "Tell me son, why do you want to fuck me?"

I was a bit in shock by this time, I was even a little afraid if I answered truthfully, she might throw me out of the house, or hate me, maybe even smack the shit out of me or all three. In my head I was answering, "I am so damn horny, when ever I see you naked, or wearing something reveling, I want to take you in my bed and fuck you!"

Tom, "Well, it wouldn't be right, you are my Mother!"

Mom, "I agree it would not be right, but that is not what you were thinking. Your words say "No" but your brain is saying "Yes". And just maybe it's your other brain that is doing all your thinking when you are around me!"

I was stunned, here she is reading my thoughts again!

Tom, "How can you do that, read my thoughts?"

Mom, "Remember I am your Mother, I raised you, I can read your body language, your facial expressions, I watch you as you are thinking, and you still blush when you are lying to me. You can't hide anything from me, you have always been that way, I guess it is one reason I love you so much!"

Mom, "So I am going to ask you one more time, and don't lie, cause I will know, do you want to fuck me?"

Tom, "Yes!"

Mom, "That what I thought, but why do you want to?"

Tom, "Truth?"

Mom, "Yes of course I want the truth."

Tom, "I guess you might say my other brain is doing the thinking, but when I see you naked or in revealing clothing, I cant help but think how much I get turned on by your body, I never forget you are my Mother, and it gets me so horny just thinking what it must be like to fuck you!" "I can't get you out of my mind, I want to make love to you so much, I know it is wrong, but that is what makes me want you so much, you are my mother, but being it is incest and so wrong makes it even more erotic and exciting."

Mom, "Hmm I see, OK lets see if we can work this out!" She then reached over and took my cock in her hand and began stroking me.

Mom, "Do you like that?'

Tom, "Of course I do, I am really getting turned on!"

Mom, "Good!"

Then she released my cock and took my hand in her's and put my hand on her thigh. She then returned to massaging my cock, and then she reached down farther and started to massage my balls, "Well, she said, seems these guys are a little full!"

Tom, "Mom, that really feels good, but how would you like it if I ran my hand up your leg under your shorts?"

Mom, "Well, what's stopping you?"

Tom, "You mean...?"

Mom, "Yes, do it!"

I start to run my hand up her leg, under the leg of her shorts, but then I pause, "You sure mommy?"

Mom, "Yes it's alright baby, go ahead."

So I continue to run my hand up under her shorts, as I near her pussy, it starts to get hotter.

Mom, "I hope when you reach the top, you will find what you really want!"

Tom, "What do you mean, what I really want?"

Mom, "I know you want my pussy and if you keep going I wont stop you and the prize you find there is yours!"

Tom, thinking in his head, "Wow, I think she is going to let me go all the way with her!"

Tom, "Are you sure about this?"

Mom, "If you want to fuck me, keep going, and yes I will go all the way with you!"

With that said I continued up her leg until I came in contact with her bare pussy, she wasn't wearing any panties,, "Oh well, who am I to complain."

Mom asked, "No complaints?"

Damn there she goes again. "Nope!"

Mom, "Did you find your prize?" 

Tom, "Yes I did, you're so hot, can I take off your shorts?" I was thinking how much I wanted to eat her pussy, how much I wanted her to cum on my tongue. 

Mom, "Yes, baby after all you are naked, and I need to be if you are going to do what you want to do!"

Tom, "And what is that?"

Mom, "Just what you were thinking, you want to play with my pussy with your tongue, and make me cum!"

Tom, "Here you go again, your reading my mind, you know I want to lick your pussy, I want to make you to cum all over my face, so what else am I thinking?"

Mom thought for just a brief moment and said, "You want me to suck your cock!"

She was right, I did, so I said, "Stand up and take off your shorts, she did, now lets go into your bedroom where we can be more comfortable!"

So Mom took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom, all the while following behind her I could see she put a little wiggle in her behind as she walked. We arrived at her bed and stopped. She turned towards me and put her arms around me, she leaned into me and we began to kiss, it started with a tentative touching of our lips together, then as soon as it started, we began to devour each others mouths, forcing our tongues in each other, our hands began pawing each others bodies, and then still holding on to each other, we drew back and she looked at me and said, "You know if we get on the bed there is no turning back, is that what you want?"

Tom, "Yes, is that what you want?"

Mom, "Yes!" And with that she climbed up on the bed and went to the other side. She patted the bed and told me to come lay down. I got on the bed and laid on my back, she turned facing the foot of the bed and she placed her left leg and arm over me and put her hairy pussy in my face. I took my cue and began to kiss and lick at her pussy, at the same time she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck on me. 

I pulled back and said, "You must have been reading my mind!'

She just continued to suck and she mumbled, "Uh huh!"

I then resumed licking, munching and sticking my tongue in her hole, her pussy tasted just as I had imagined, a bit tart, musky and very juicy. Mom began to moan and wiggle around, as I began to lick and nibble on her clit as it began to get hard and stick out, I sucked it into my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue, this drove her crazy and she started sucking my cock in earnest, her head was bobbing up and down and I swear she swallowed the whole thing, I couldn't see but it sure felt like it.

In no time I began to feel that familiar feeling starting deep in my gut, my balls began to clinch up, my cock began to swell, it felt like I could feel my sperm traveling from deep within my body, god it felt like never before. " Mom, I going to cum!'

She just nodded her head and began to moan and her body started to shake she latched onto my cock and shoved her head down as far as it could go, I actually felt her nose touch my balls, she had my cock totally in her mouth. She began grunting and almost screaming on my dick as she began to cum. She didn't exactly squirt in the sense of a stream of liquid, but she soaked me with her pussy juice. This sent me over the top, I sucked her clit into my mouth with all my might as I let go with rope after rope of my sperm into her mouth, she kept sucking and began to swallow as it came out with such force I felt like I was going to blow her head off.

The feeling of cumming in her mouth and her pussy orgasm on my mouth, nearly had me blacking out. I can tell you I saw stars, my toes curled and my whole body shook uncontrollably, my words really can't describe the feeling. I never ever had an orgasm as intense as this. I can only hope when I do finally make love to my Mother it feels half as good as this. 

As we began to relax, she kept sucking genitally on my cock, up and down real slow, lovingly as I continued to kiss and lick her pussy juice from her hole. After a few minutes, she stopped and released my cock from her mouth, and honestly I did hear a "Plop." She moved over my body turned and snuggled up to me. She put her right leg over mine and as her left arm went under my neck she put her right arm across my chest and pulled herself to me.

She began to kiss me and as she did she moved her hand down to grasp my cock in her hand, it was still hard. She then started to rub her pussy against my leg as we kissed for what seemed like a long time out tongues were intertwined as we explored each others mouths. She had a slight salty taste from my sperm and I am sure she could taste herself on my tongue, not a bad taste combination really, very sexy though. I started to think how hot and erotic it was doing a 69 with my Mom, and how intense it was . I really and truly liked what we had done.

Mom, "I did too, I want to do that again, but now it is time for you to make love to your Mommy!"

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs, and held out her arms. I turned and placed my legs between hers, she placed her hands on my shoulders as I slowly lowered my self until my cock was lined up with her pussy. She reached down and took my cock into her hand and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, she did this several times until she positioned the head of my cock at the entrance of her hole. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Now it's time for you to love me like a man loves a woman, it's time for us to consummate our incestuous relationship, I want you inside me, as much as you do!"


A Mother's Milk Ch. 02



My son told me how much you all enjoyed the story of how we started our incestuous relationship. Although it is incest, it really is much, much more. So here is what lead up to that really amazing event.


My son, over the years has been very promiscuous. His last two girlfriends had gotten pregnant and he ended up marrying his second girlfriend, the first had given the child up for adoption, even though he wanted to do the right thing, she decided otherwise.  This hurt him deeply, but truth be known I don't think he would have been able to support a family at the time.

Well after a time, he met a nice young girl and soon they were having sex. As you can imagine she ends up pregnant too. Well he did marry this girl and they were a family for four years before she dumped him for another lifestyle.

Again this forlorn young man came home to mommie, having no where else to go, I consoled him and we had long talks. Eventually he started going out again and one day I came home and caught him upstairs with one of the neighbor girls that he had been fucking before he met his ex wife. I was against him seeing this redhead the first time, and damn sure didn't want her in my house a second time. I told him not to bring her here anymore and to quit fucking her cause she was just looking for a husband and he didn't need to get another one pregnant.

I should have just told him then that if he needed to fuck someone, that he could just fuck me. Kinda wished I had, but the thought had not crossed my mind at that time. 

Well he did continue to fuck her, but he used a condom when he did, well at least he half listened.  I know he was because he would leave the evidence on the bed spreads, boy that gal must have had one juicy pussy, you should have seen the white spots they left on top of the bed, I would find his used condoms in the trashcan in his room so is couldn't have been his sperm, so I guess maybe she was a squirter. I guess she couldn't help it ,as I would find out, he was a good lover, he could make my pussy gush.

I decided to have sex with my son for several reasons, I am after all a woman, I have wants, desires and needs too. I knew he was quite a potent young man and one blast from his cock could probably make an infertile woman conceive, and as his mother I had to tend to all of his needs even if it meant that I had to fuck him to keep him from catting around, so I might as well have fun doing it.

And so it came to pass that I began to plan something to get him to settle down and stop running around, spreading his seed all over town. I already know that he had been fantasizing about me as I had heard him more than once in his bedroom masturbating and calling out to me, you know things like "Fuck me Mommie" and "Suck my dick Mommie." I had noticed how he looked at me since his return to my nest, after seeing me naked or in some sort of reviling clothing I often noticed he would get hard. I already know he is one very horny man, from the time he was first dating, I always had to warn him to keep his dick in his pants, but he just didn't listen.

As I am an open minded woman, I have never held anything back from him, he has seen my in so many different states of undress, I have used my naked body as an illustration so he could learn just what and where everything was and where all the pieces fit, maybe by being so open, it may have led him to be so naughty, but I can assure you from the time he started dating he knew how to please a woman in every way. I wanted him to be a good lover and never have to be embarrassed about what to do when it came down to the nitty gritty . Well maybe I trained him to well, as he sure is a horny guy. Oh well, so much the better for me.

It was with this thought in mind that I decided that I would do what ever I had to do to keep him satisfied and off the streets. I love my son as much as the next Mother, but as you now know, I also love him in a different way. So I hatched a plan to get him into my bed and make him my lover.

I had always had been able to get a little milk from my titties for as long as I can remember, not much but some all the same. He didn't know that, as I didn't advertize it. So I decided to use it to my advantage. I am the Mother of five so I knew that with a little manipulation and increased expression I could increase the flow of my milk somewhat. 

Why the milk angle? Well I know that he is still a titty baby. I know this because his ex-wife told me. She said he would suck her milk when she was breast feeding his son's. She said he really loved it and it would always make him hard. So since I could still do it, I was going to use it to my advantage. I knew that if I could show him some milk coming from my titties and offered him a chance to suck on them I would have him hook, line and sinker.

Once I had made up my mind to do it, I had to make sure that we would have the privacy and the time to consummate out incestuous relationship, I started by planning it for the next weekend, so I called all of my children that live nearby to make sure they would not be coming by next weekend, as there are only my two youngest daughters close enough I concentrated on them, and just in case I called the other two to see if they were planning to come over. Well I got a hold of all but one. She is the one that likes to come over and stay the weekend quite often.

She is the one I am most worried about, when ever she is around my son follows her around like a lost puppy, and she knows it. She is everything he wants, she is a very pretty brunette, large full breast a slim waist, genitally flowing hips and shapely legs. She keeps her pussy shaved with just a neatly trimmed patch above her rather large lips which she keeps bare  I have seen her many times nude so I know what she looks like. I pretty sure they have a big crush on each other.  At first I tried to discourage it, but now who am I to try to stop it, wasn't I going do just what I know they want to do? I don't think they have done anything yet, but as horny as he is right now, I feel it won't be long in coming.

Most of the time when she stays the weekend she runs around bra-less in a short white sleeveless tee shirt, you know the ones that have thin straps, low cut neck line and baggy side, and come down to midriff level. It's one she has had for a long time and has worn thin over the years. The same goes for the panties she wears, hip huger style they are getting old and thin. She might as well be naked because they don't leave much to the imagination they are nearly transparent. No wonder he goes ga ga when she is around.

Well I wasn't going to let her spoil my up coming seduction of my son. I made up a list of things I needed to be fixed in the house and I decided to put on some clothes just in case she dropped in. However I dressed similarly to the way she would have and followed him around as he took care of my repair list.

It's amazing how with just a bit of provocative clothing, your imagination fills in the rest of what is covered up. 

I too was bra-less, and I wasn't wearing panties under my shorts, and by the way as the legs were baggy, depending how I was sitting or if you could look up while I was standing, you could see my bare (not shaved, just not covered by panties) pussy, with that in mind, when he was on the ladder, I would hold it steady for him. He would look down my top, I know from his vantage point he could see my breast, as I would catch his smile when he looked down. I could see he was semi hard when he looked down at me. 

I saved the plumbing chore for last. He had to lay on his back to work on the drain, which was plugged. As he was working I stood near him just close enough that he could see up my shorts, but not enough to see my pussy. 

After he had the drain cleaned out and the pipes buttoned up he asked me to turn on the water to check out the drainage and for any leaks. I straddled his chest with my legs and turned on the water, I glanced down and saw his eyes were glued to my crotch, I knew he could easily see my pussy from his vantage point. And from mine I could see he was hard and tenting his pants. When I saw that, my pussy started to tingle, and if I stayed there long enough I probably would have started dripping on him. Any way he declared the job done and asked if I could help him up. 

I reached down with my hands and took his in mine and helped him to stand up. I took advantage of the situation and put my hands around his neck, stood on my tiptoes, pushed my crotch into his and gave him a nice kiss on the lips and thanked him for the work he had done for me today, I think we held each other much longer than usual, but then I released him and told him to go take a shower so I could make him a sandwich.

When he came out of the shower he was dressed in cut off jeans shorts and nothing else. I must say he looked like a fine specimen of a man. I told him to go sit on the couch, watch some TV and eat his sandwich that I had to go to the bathroom. I left him and went into the bathroom and stripped off my shorts and cleaned up my dripping pussy. I put my shorts back on and pulled up my top and gave my nipples a little squeeze to get a little milk out so when I put my tee shirt back down it would make wet spots where my nipples were.

I looked in the mirror applied some black eye liner and fixed my hair a bit. I looked at my refection, and said to myself, "It's now or never!"

I rushed out of the bathroom and stood in front of my son and said, "Look!'' He looked up at my face and smiled, but I pointed to my face and said, "Not up here, down here,"as I pointed to my tee shirt covering my breast.

And you know the rest of the story.

Some of you are may still wondering why I would ever, even consider having sex with my son. Well think about how you feel when you are courting your significant other, the excitement of the embrace, the tender then hungry kisses, the touching of your most sensitive parts, getting naked with each other for the first time, exploring each others body with your hands, fingers, with your mouth, and tongue. Then the final sensory overload when you join together in the most tender way.

All this excitement builds to a point that you don't care about consequences, what others may think, right-wrong or taboo, all you care about is building up the feelings until you have that explosive orgasm. Now take that same feeling and multiply it by a hundred or maybe even a thousand, because this is incest you are going to fuck your son, father, mother, sister or brother, maybe even a close relative. There is nothing I have ever felt like this, even my first time.

Sure these feelings will diminish over time, but that naughty aspect will always be there, and once you have tasted and accepted it in my opinion, there is no better sex than what I have with my son.



A Mother's Milk Ch. 03



To begin, one of my readers was disappointed that I didn't describe what it was like having sex with my son for the fist time. I hadn't intended to go into that with the story, I only wanted to give you the build up and tell you how I came to the decision to fuck my son. So since I took his comment as a bit of a challenge, here is what it felt like from my perspective. Might as well call it Chapter Three.


Once I had decided to fuck my son and I had picked the day to seduce him, and yes I did seduce him, but the truth is, he was easy. Like all you boys out there with your dreams and fantasies about fucking your Mother, if your Mother offered, I'll bet you wouldn't be able to refuse. 

Anyway, as I followed him around while he was taking care of my "Honey-do" list, I let my mind go into sexual overdrive as I admired his body, giving him little peeks of my body, to get him interested. I am sure many of you boys will agree with me that when you see a hot chick clothed, or with clothing that allows you a little peek of the goodies, it is more erotic than a outright naked body. 

Your mind undresses the girl, and your brain being the most influential organ in your body will run wild with pictures of how you would like to see that naked body and what you would want to do with it. Our bodies hidden by mere wisps of clothing, and in my case that day wasn't much, can and will drive you wild. Well guess what guys, it works the same for a lot of women too. I know it did me.

So, as I followed him around, I would look, and every now and then as he was engrossed in his work, I would reach in my shorts and touch my pussy, sometimes from the top down, but what I really liked was sliding my hand up the leg of my shorts to touch my bare pussy, you should try it sometime, it just feels better.

I was getting wetter as the list got shorter, the butterfly's were starting to work overtime, I was squirming on the chair in anticipation of his cock fucking my pussy. So after he finished working and he took his shower, I went to the bathroom to get my pussy cleaned up, I had been creaming all day and I wanted it clean and fresh for when he would be licking my cunt for the first time, you know first impressions, and besides I was as giddy as a girl can be on her first date. I had it all planned...it was going to happen.

I reached down and gave my pussy a good cleaning and a quick digital inspection, I was so ready for his cock, my hole was so moist, open and loose that I swear I heard my pussy lips smacking together and in my mind I said m, m, mmm. I then lifted my tee shirt and squeeze my nipples to get a little milk out and then lowered my top so that the milk would wet my shirt. I was ready.

As I described in "A Mothers Perspective" He really did not hesitate to latch onto my nipple, I knew he would, he is such a "Titty Baby". 

As soon as he began to suck, that feeling of pleasure hit me like a ton of bricks, the sensation was so unbelievable . After he drained my right tit, he latched onto my left nipple and began to suck sending more shock waves though my body, my brain began to race with pictures of what I was going to do to him in the next moments. When he ran out of milk again, I told him to continue as it felt so good, This time he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked and sucked, with each draw, he sucked more in his mouth . When his tongue began to flick my nipple the electric shock went clear to my toes, traveled back up to my pussy where it just stayed there and made me squirm.

When he reached down to move his cock and undo the button on his shorts, I think I shocked him as I slid my hand over his to grasp a hold of my prize. This was the first time I had touched his cock in this way and it felt so good in my hand. My head went back and I closed my eyes, I was nearing that state of sexual euphoria, the pictures in my mind were so erotic, first of me with his cock in my mouth, then of it sliding in and out of my juicy pussy, I needed him to touch me too and I told him to go ahead and slide his hand up the leg of my shorts so he could reach is prize. So after he removed his shorts and I got a close up view of his hard dick, I latched onto that hunk of man meat and wouldn't let go. I told him to go ahead and reach up my shorts to claim his prize.

As his hand was moving up my leg, I held my breath until he reached my cunt. The mere touch of my forbidden place was enough to make me moan and squirm as he explored my mound, I'll tell you , this play, though forbidden in this society, didn't matter to me any more. The sensation, butterfly's in my belly, the taboo of our pending illicit sex life all went through the roof, and when his finger sunk into my hole, I could have sworn rockets went off in my brain...I had to have his cock in me, there was no turning back.

So as I led him to the bedroom, as soon as I reached the bed, I warned him that by coming into my bed, there would be no turning back. He just about jumped in and my thoughts turned to mush, I turned to face his feet and just climbed on board, pushing my my cunt in his face, I looked once at his delicious cock and gave it a little kiss for luck and slide it into my mouth.

As he began to kiss and lick my pussy, I lost all control of my senses and began to suck his manhood with earnest, I think he said something like, he had died and gone to heaven, but anyway this boy could eat pussy like a pro, he began to suck on my lips, and I swear he had my whole pussy in his mouth, he was chewing on it sucking it and caressing it with his tongue, he then snaked his tongue between my pussy lips and began to flick my clit up and down. Then he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth, and began to massage it with his tongue. It felt almost like an electrical shock and I began to shake and moan on his cock.

He then alternated between my clit and my pussy hole as I pushed back harder on his face, as if to force him back up where he came from. By this time my pussy was flooding with my juice and I knew he was lapping it up, the slurping noises he was making was enough to start my orgasm , I began to feel it in my toes and as it traveled up my legs, I began to feel him swell in my mouth, I knew then we were going to experience that moment of joy together. 

He warned me he was going to come, it was enough for me to force my head down as far as it would go, his cock was all the way in me, clear into my throat, my nose was buried in his pubic hair and as he began to scream into my pussy and fill me with his sperm, I let loose with the most wonderful, hardest and mind blowing orgasm I have ever had. My pussy let loose with a flood of my cum and as my mind went soaring into the clouds, I could hear him swallow every bit of my juice as I took every bit of his love juice into my body, squirt after squirt.

We remained this way for a time, as I cleaned off his cock with my mouth, and he cleaned up my pussy with his. It seemed like forever before we both came down from this sexual high. But finally I released his cock from my mouth with a loud "plop" and dismounted from his body and lay back at his side, I cuddled up to him, taking his still hard member in my hand and we began to kiss and cuddle, tasting my self on his lips and sharing his taste with him was really something I had never done. I began to rub my pussy against his leg and after what seemed like a long time I rolled on my back, spread my legs and held out my arms. 

As he climbed between my legs I took his cock in my hand and began to rub it up and down between my pussy lips and told him that it was time to make love to me like a man does a women so we could finally consummate out incestuous relationship.  I place the head of his dick at the entrance to my pussy and he slowly pushed his way into me. 

I am sorry I cant begin to describe the sensations of his cock sliding into my hole, the anticipation of the build up, the naughtiness of me fucking my son, his and my wanton desire for each other just felt so good, so right and the same time that feeling of complete disregard for societies rules and the taboo of incest just didn't matter any more, all I cared about at that moment was this virile hunk of my son was fucking me.

We didn't just fuck, we made love, for over an hour as we reveled in the closeness, the gentle tenderness of the act of making love. He said he loved me and I told him I loved him too. We both agreed that we wanted to do this forever and we did, But back up a bit, when he finally was ready to cum, I could feel the change that came over him. His cock began to swell, his breathing became a sort of panting and my pussy felt like it was on fire. I wanted to feel his boiling seed inside of me so bad that as soon as he let go, I convulsed in another earth shattering orgasm the whole bed shook and the window seemed to rattle from our screams. 

Never, never, never had I had this reaction from any man, I was totally in a different world . We did it several more times that day, me on top, him behind me, and finally me back under him. As we finished and we lay together, we slowly drifted off into a deep sleep as I had never had before.

When morning finally came, I woke before him and there he was, hard as a rock. So what's a Mother to do? I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck, he woke and I looked him in the eyes, pulling off just enough to say, "Got any cream left for my breakfast?"



A Mother's Milk Ch. 04



Well, where to start? I guess I should cover some of the logistical changes. As I told you in previous stories that Tom is a very virile and horny young man. He can do it many times in a day, and I have gotten used to him fucking me as much as he wants. 

Truthfully, I have really think our arrangement was one of the best I have made in my life..my feelings changed as soon as he fucked me the first time, I want it as much as he does, my body and libido has gone into overdrive, I want his cock as much as he wants my pussy.

Back to logistics, I started to wear panty liners when I go out of the house for shopping or whatever, it because I carry his sperm in my pussy nearly 24/7. If I don't wear them, his juice drips from my hole and fills up my panties and runs down my legs, I love the feeling, but in public I can't be walking around smelling like a street whore. At home I don't care, I just use more paper towels to wipe up all those little drips coming from my pussy, you see at home I don't wear panties, or much else.

In the bedroom, I had to put a mattress protector on the bed, because of the amount of cream we create everyday/night, otherwise by now the mattress would have been ruined. My Dear son has fucked me hundreds of times, my body is changing, my breast have gotten bigger because he sucks them all the time, the milk has come in, but not as much as when I had my children, but a lot more that one would expect. My nipples are larger and longer, I guess he still has his titty fetish as well, and I suppose he likes the milk too.

Other changes, a bit more erotic, is my pussy. The other day I took a mirror and looked at myself and I was shocked to find my pussy lips were more than twice the size than before, my clit was huge, sticking out almost like a little dick and my hole, well when I saw it, it sent shivers up my entire body. It was stretched open about the size of a quarter, and of course it was seeping love juice, when I saw those changes, I couldn't help but think, no wonder I always have "The Itch" down there. Like I said before, he was of normal length, but I swear his cock is getting fatter, must be from all those hard on's pumping him up. Oh well, suits me just fine, I love his fat dick.

Which brings me to some more of the story of our love affair. As it turns out, it all happened due to our fucking so much. Hope you remember that I had a hairy pussy and Tom just loves looking and touching it, he loves to see it with his sperm drying around my hole, he thinks it is so hot, as I do, seeing his love juice dried in his mommy's pussy hair. Both of us love that aspect of seeing my well used pussy, knowing that it is his sperm on mommy's pussy. The taboo of incest just makes fucking him so damn exciting.

So with all that said, here is what was a big change for us. Don't worry we didn't stop, in fact we fucked even more.

As it has come to pass as you know we make love, and fuck a lot, Well because of my hairy pussy, and his ever expanding cock, the hair have started to get in the way and I get little cuts down there from the friction of the hairs being pushed in my pussy lips. It has started to become a little uncomfortable as the little cuts are always irritated by all the juice seeping from my pussy hole.

I began to think about what I could do to relieve this condition, I cannot stop fucking him, remember my goal was to keep him so satisfied, he would not need to look anywhere else for pussy. I am really getting selfish where his cock is concerned. As it turns out I remembered when I gave birth, they saved my pussy. I remembered fucking his Dad soon after childbirth and my pussy was still smooth. I have to admit, his Dad was a horn-dog too. It felt good being able to feel the skin of his dick sliding between my smooth lips. So I came up with the plan to shave my pussy in hopes that would cure the little cuts problem. I know Tom likes hairy pussy so I settled for a compromise, I really didn't want to shave it all off, so I decided to shave my my pussy from my clitoral hood to my anus, leaving a small amount above. Later I saw when I was standing, you could not see my naked pussy below.

The day I chose to shave I took a pair of scissors an closely trim my hair as close to the skin as I could and walked into the bathroom where my son was taking a bath, I was naked so I sat down on the toilet and kept my legs together. I proceeded to tel him what my plan was and then opened my legs and said, "Look, I have trimmed up my pussy and I want you to finish it for my by shaving my lips."

His reaction was one of surprise, but I could tell he liked the shortness of my pussy hair, and he said, "OK." So I stepped over the rim of the tub and spread my legs and handed him the razor, Tom twisted in the tub and wet my pussy hair then soaped it up, as he was soaping my pussy he took advantage of the situation to play with my clit and pussy hole making me so hot, I had to make him stop and get to work.

It was a strange feeling having my son shave my pussy and to see him sitting in the water with his hard dick poking above the surface. But he made quick work of my shave and then rinsed off all of the soap he got up close to make sure he got all of the hair off and then gave it a good licking, then glued his mouth to my pussy and proceeded to suck the entire thing into his mouth, tickling my clit with his tongue he was driving me crazy, this smooth pussy was even more sensitive bald than with hair. It took me about two minutes before I came and filled his mouth with my cum.

It took a little bit of time for me to quit shaking and calm down. I asked him how he liked my pussy now and he said, "It is so different, I love the smoothness and when you squirted in my mouth the was no hair to get in the way." 

"So you approve?" 

"Absolutely."

"OK, now it's your turn!"

"Huh?"

"Stand up, I am going to shave you too!"

Tom stood up in the tub and I proceeded to soap his cock, pull and tugging on it until it was as hard as a steel rod. I grabbed it in my hand and started to shave his cock then his balls. I left a little hair at the top just like mine. I rinsed him off and wanting to try out this smooth cock, I took it in my mouth, it was amazing is felt so smooth no more hair in the way to tickle my nose I just slowly swallowed the whole thing, I stepped back and put my hair in a pony tail, so he could watch his mommy suck his dick. I took his smooth shaven cock in my mouth and alternating between deep throating him and sucking the tip. He didn't last long, I can tell you that, he about blew the roof off filling my mouth full of his spunk. Squirt after squirt of his cum filled my mouth, there was so much it dribbled out the side of my mouth, it seemed he kept cumming for 10 minutes, but more than likely only a minute or two.

I think he liked it, LOL, I know I liked the new feeling of his hairless cock in my mouth, now there was only one thing left to confirm that having my cunt shaved was going to be less stressful on my pussy, and what was is going to feel like when he slid his bald dick up my inside of me. 

Funny how different thoughts come to mind, I was thinking when I had finished draining his bald nut sack that it resembled his boyhood dickey before he grew hair down there, and tell the truth if you didn't pay attention to the swatch of hair left on my pussy mine looked like a young girls peach. I think this is going to lead to a new level of eroticism.

Do you think I am bad? I know I feel like a bad mommy, and I love being a "Bad" mommy, in good way, I suppose I could be looked upon as a perverted person, but you know I don't care, it is as if I have reverted to being a teenager, wanting to fuck all the time. You have all been there before, I loved it then and I am really loving it now. The fact that it's my son that's chasing after my pussy aside, I am living and enjoying a highly charged sex life after 50, I never thought I would experience that again. If you are in my shoes, age wise, either get a boy toy or if you have a virile young son you could seduce, it would be well worth it. Because I tell you he has really put a zip in my step.

Sorry for the soap box, on to the final step in confirming that shaving my twat was a good idea.

After Tom and I got dried off we went into the living room and Tom threw down his exercise mat and said he needed to do some bent knee sit-ups and would I please hold his feet. We were both still naked as jaybirds. He got down on the mat sat up, bent his legs up and put his legs together and asked me to sit on his feet. I thought, well we can make this interesting so I placed my legs outside his and sat on his feet facing him, my naked pussy was pressed against his ankles and my little butt was on his toes. Before he started, the little shit wiggled his toes, tickling my butt hole. I giggled and told him to stop that and get to the sit-ups.

I placed my hands on his knees and he began to do his repetitions. The first one up he got a look at my breast from his angle, he hesitated, taking in the view then resumed his workout. Well soon I could see he was getting hard and I saw his cock starting to jut out between his legs, I wanted to get a better look at it so I spread his legs apart, this also gave him a look at my pussy too. After a few more sit-ups he stopped and just stared at my tits and pussy, after all of that wiggling around my pussy was fairly dripping. I could just tell he was thinking about how he was going to fuck me.

Well I solved that question for him, I lifted my bum and spread his feet apart and lifted my legs and put them around his waist and asked him to help me scoot up. Once I was all the way up I put my arms around his neck, crossed my legs behind him and told him to do the same to me. He crossed his legs, and we naturally just came together. His cock and my pussy hole were perfectly aligned, like it was meant to be, and he just slid right in. We fit so well, he let out a big sigh, and told me my pussy felt like a silk glove without the hair and the feeling of his hairless cock sliding in me was...not like anything I have ever experience before. The softness of his bare skin against my bare pussy lips was so soft, so intimate, shit better than anything we have experienced before.

We just sort of started to rock back and forth, his dick was expanding and I swear it felt like it was growing longer by the minute as we fucked in this new position. It was so exotic, it just felt unbelievable, my juices and his precum combined with the skin to skin effect made us so slippery, the whole taboo, incest thing made it so bad, that I started cumming within seconds of his penetration, we were face to face, kissing, tongues dancing in our mouths, his hand playing with my tits and tweaking my nipples. Our lovemaking took us to another place, amazing what less hair can do. I didn't want it to end, you know just a few drops of super glue, hmm We could be stuck for quite some time.

A few hours later we fell asleep exhausted in our bed. And so it goes, our life as mother/son lovers continues, He has said that he is so satisfied and in love with me that he has no desire to date. He's got all he needs here with me. I think I'll let him stay a while longer, what do you think? 

Well, where to start? I guess I should cover some of the logistical changes. As I told you in previous stories that Tom is a very virile and horny young man. He can do it many times in a day, and I have gotten used to him fucking me as much as he wants. 

Truthfully, I have really think our arrangement was one of the best I have made in my life..my feelings changed as soon as he fucked me the first time, I want it as much as he does, my body and libido has gone into overdrive, I want his cock as much as he wants my pussy.

Back to logistics, I started to wear panty liners when I go out of the house for shopping or whatever, it because I carry his sperm in my pussy nearly 24/7. If I don't wear them, his juice drips from my hole and fills up my panties and runs down my legs, I love the feeling, but in public I can't be walking around smelling like a street whore. At home I don't care, I just use more paper towels to wipe up all those little drips coming from my pussy, you see at home I don't wear panties, or much else.

In the bedroom, I had to put a mattress protector on the bed, because of the amount of cream we create everyday/night, otherwise by now the mattress would have been ruined. My Dear son has fucked me hundreds of times, my body is changing, my breast have gotten bigger because he sucks them all the time, the milk has come in, but not as much as when I had my children, but a lot more that one would expect. My nipples are larger and longer, I guess he still has his titty fetish as well, and I suppose he likes the milk too.

Other changes, a bit more erotic, is my pussy. The other day I took a mirror and looked at myself and I was shocked to find my pussy lips were more than twice the size than before, my clit was huge, sticking out almost like a little dick and my hole, well when I saw it, it sent shivers up my entire body. It was stretched open about the size of a quarter, and of course it was seeping love juice, when I saw those changes, I couldn't help but think, no wonder I always have "The Itch" down there. Like I said before, he was of normal length, but I swear his cock is getting fatter, must be from all those hard on's pumping him up. Oh well, suits me just fine, I love his fat dick.

Which brings me to some more of the story of our love affair. As it turns out, it all happened due to our fucking so much. Hope you remember that I had a hairy pussy and Tom just loves looking and touching it, he loves to see it with his sperm drying around my hole, he thinks it is so hot, as I do, seeing his love juice dried in his mommy's pussy hair. Both of us love that aspect of seeing my well used pussy, knowing that it is his sperm on mommy's pussy. The taboo of incest just makes fucking him so damn exciting.

So with all that said, here is what was a big change for us. Don't worry we didn't stop, in fact we fucked even more.

As it has come to pass as you know we make love, and fuck a lot, Well because of my hairy pussy, and his ever expanding cock, the hair have started to get in the way and I get little cuts down there from the friction of the hairs being pushed in my pussy lips. It has started to become a little uncomfortable as the little cuts are always irritated by all the juice seeping from my pussy hole.

I began to think about what I could do to relieve this condition, I cannot stop fucking him, remember my goal was to keep him so satisfied, he would not need to look anywhere else for pussy. I am really getting selfish where his cock is concerned. As it turns out I remembered when I gave birth, they saved my pussy. I remembered fucking his Dad soon after childbirth and my pussy was still smooth. I have to admit, his Dad was a horn-dog too. It felt good being able to feel the skin of his dick sliding between my smooth lips. So I came up with the plan to shave my pussy in hopes that would cure the little cuts problem. I know Tom likes hairy pussy so I settled for a compromise, I really didn't want to shave it all off, so I decided to shave my my pussy from my clitoral hood to my anus, leaving a small amount above. Later I saw when I was standing, you could not see my naked pussy below.

The day I chose to shave I took a pair of scissors an closely trim my hair as close to the skin as I could and walked into the bathroom where my son was taking a bath, I was naked so I sat down on the toilet and kept my legs together. I proceeded to tel him what my plan was and then opened my legs and said, "Look, I have trimmed up my pussy and I want you to finish it for my by shaving my lips."

His reaction was one of surprise, but I could tell he liked the shortness of my pussy hair, and he said, "OK." So I stepped over the rim of the tub and spread my legs and handed him the razor, Tom twisted in the tub and wet my pussy hair then soaped it up, as he was soaping my pussy he took advantage of the situation to play with my clit and pussy hole making me so hot, I had to make him stop and get to work.

It was a strange feeling having my son shave my pussy and to see him sitting in the water with his hard dick poking above the surface. But he made quick work of my shave and then rinsed off all of the soap he got up close to make sure he got all of the hair off and then gave it a good licking, then glued his mouth to my pussy and proceeded to suck the entire thing into his mouth, tickling my clit with his tongue he was driving me crazy, this smooth pussy was even more sensitive bald than with hair. It took me about two minutes before I came and filled his mouth with my cum.

It took a little bit of time for me to quit shaking and calm down. I asked him how he liked my pussy now and he said, "It is so different, I love the smoothness and when you squirted in my mouth the was no hair to get in the way." 

"So you approve?" 

"Absolutely."

"OK, now it's your turn!"

"Huh?"

"Stand up, I am going to shave you too!"

Tom stood up in the tub and I proceeded to soap his cock, pull and tugging on it until it was as hard as a steel rod. I grabbed it in my hand and started to shave his cock then his balls. I left a little hair at the top just like mine. I rinsed him off and wanting to try out this smooth cock, I took it in my mouth, it was amazing is felt so smooth no more hair in the way to tickle my nose I just slowly swallowed the whole thing, I stepped back and put my hair in a pony tail, so he could watch his mommy suck his dick. I took his smooth shaven cock in my mouth and alternating between deep throating him and sucking the tip. He didn't last long, I can tell you that, he about blew the roof off filling my mouth full of his spunk. Squirt after squirt of his cum filled my mouth, there was so much it dribbled out the side of my mouth, it seemed he kept cumming for 10 minutes, but more than likely only a minute or two.

I think he liked it, LOL, I know I liked the new feeling of his hairless cock in my mouth, now there was only one thing left to confirm that having my cunt shaved was going to be less stressful on my pussy, and what was is going to feel like when he slid his bald dick up my inside of me. 

Funny how different thoughts come to mind, I was thinking when I had finished draining his bald nut sack that it resembled his boyhood dickey before he grew hair down there, and tell the truth if you didn't pay attention to the swatch of hair left on my pussy mine looked like a young girls peach. I think this is going to lead to a new level of eroticism.

Do you think I am bad? I know I feel like a bad mommy, and I love being a "Bad" mommy, in good way, I suppose I could be looked upon as a perverted person, but you know I don't care, it is as if I have reverted to being a teenager, wanting to fuck all the time. You have all been there before, I loved it then and I am really loving it now. The fact that it's my son that's chasing after my pussy aside, I am living and enjoying a highly charged sex life after 50, I never thought I would experience that again. If you are in my shoes, age wise, either get a boy toy or if you have a virile young son you could seduce, it would be well worth it. Because I tell you he has really put a zip in my step.

Sorry for the soap box, on to the final step in confirming that shaving my twat was a good idea.

After Tom and I got dried off we went into the living room and Tom threw down his exercise mat and said he needed to do some bent knee sit-ups and would I please hold his feet. We were both still naked as jaybirds. He got down on the mat sat up, bent his legs up and put his legs together and asked me to sit on his feet. I thought, well we can make this interesting so I placed my legs outside his and sat on his feet facing him, my naked pussy was pressed against his ankles and my little butt was on his toes. Before he started, the little shit wiggled his toes, tickling my butt hole. I giggled and told him to stop that and get to the sit-ups.




A Mother's Milk Ch. 04



I placed my hands on his knees and he began to do his repetitions. The first one up he got a look at my breast from his angle, he hesitated, taking in the view then resumed his workout. Well soon I could see he was getting hard and I saw his cock starting to jut out between his legs, I wanted to get a better look at it so I spread his legs apart, this also gave him a look at my pussy too. After a few more sit-ups he stopped and just stared at my tits and pussy, after all of that wiggling around my pussy was fairly dripping. I could just tell he was thinking about how he was going to fuck me.

Well I solved that question for him, I lifted my bum and spread his feet apart and lifted my legs and put them around his waist and asked him to help me scoot up. Once I was all the way up I put my arms around his neck, crossed my legs behind him and told him to do the same to me. He crossed his legs, and we naturally just came together. His cock and my pussy hole were perfectly aligned, like it was meant to be, and he just slid right in. We fit so well, he let out a big sigh, and told me my pussy felt like a silk glove without the hair and the feeling of his hairless cock sliding in me was...not like anything I have ever experience before. The softness of his bare skin against my bare pussy lips was so soft, so intimate, shit better than anything we have experienced before.

We just sort of started to rock back and forth, his dick was expanding and I swear it felt like it was growing longer by the minute as we fucked in this new position. It was so exotic, it just felt unbelievable, my juices and his precum combined with the skin to skin effect made us so slippery, the whole taboo, incest thing made it so bad, that I started cumming within seconds of his penetration, we were face to face, kissing, tongues dancing in our mouths, his hand playing with my tits and tweaking my nipples. Our lovemaking took us to another place, amazing what less hair can do. I didn't want it to end, you know just a few drops of super glue, hmm We could be stuck for quite some time.

A few hours later we fell asleep exhausted in our bed. And so it goes, our life as mother/son lovers continues, He has said that he is so satisfied and in love with me that he has no desire to date. He's got all he needs here with me. I think I'll let him stay a while longer, what do you think? 



A Mother's Milk



I looked down and I watched as my cock disappeared into her pussy. Once I could feel my balls and groin press up against her I lay down on her and just kept still, kissing her tenderly, then I drew back and said, "I love you!'

She replied, "I love you too!"

She didn't need to say anything, as I began sliding in and out of her, unlike when she and I were doing the 69, this time I was thinking of how I finally was making love to my Mother, how bad and wrong it was for a Mother and Son to have a incestuous relationship, but I didn't care, it was what I wanted, She wanted it and it felt so good. How could something that felt so good be so wrong about what we were doing.

She looked up at me and said, "Yes, it is wrong, we are so bad, we are committing incest, but it feels so good, I don't ever want to stop, fucking you son is such a turn on, I have never felt this way before. Do you want to keep doing this?"

I replied, "I agree with what you said, making love to you feels so good, so right, so bad and wrong all at the same time, I think you are going to be most erotic and exciting lover I have ever had and right now I don't ever want us to stop loving each other like this!"

She and I grew silent as I continued to make love to her for over and hour, just gently moving in and out of her, her pussy felt like no other, until I began to feel my release coming. I looked down at my Mother and told her I was going to cum. She looked up at me and told me to cum in her pussy, that she wanted to feel her son's sperm fill her pussy. She then began to shake and moan as I grew bigger and harder, and suddenly I began to release my sperm deep into her womb.

Just as it was when I came in her mouth, this orgasm was just as intense, it seemed that all the naughtiness, taboo, and incestuous barriers were being broken, It just all flooded out of my cock as I filled my Mother's pussy with my sperm, nothing else mattered, we were now joined forever in our sin and we didn't care. This is where we wanted to be and I hoped we would never stop.

And we didn't stop, we made love several more times that day, I was amazed how I could keep getting hard over and over, giving her pleasure and filling her with my juice, Soon we would fall asleep from pure exhaustion, only for me to wake up the next morning with my Mother sucking my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Got any cream left for my breakfast?"

Looking back, after she confirmed her willingness to give and get pleasure from our new relationship, by sucking me cock the next morning, our roles of Mother-Son changed to one of lovers forever.



A Mother's Milking Fetish



I am a 42 year old single mother of one. My son left for college 2 years ago which left me with a lot more time. I have tried to fill my time with activities and doing things with friends, but lately it hasn't been enough. I knew it was time to get a guy. It had been more than 9 years since I have had sex with man and I wasn't quite sure how to go about it. I know I still look fairly good because I am somewhat of a fitness nut. My issue is with what used to be my favorite part of my body, my breasts. I used to have very perky 34 Double Ds. Now they are kind of saggy and not very attractive to me. This gave me extra insecurities that made it even more difficult to find a man. This is what sparked my transformation. I did some research to see what could do to enhance them with out augmentation. That's when I found out that I can make them fill with milk again. 

I started a regiment that day that consisted of manually manipulating my breasts and nipples 5 times per day until my pump arrived. Once my pump arrived a week later I already started to see the changes and even got a drip of yellowish cream out the night before. I started to alternate between the two methods of tricking my body into making milk. As soon as my milk really started to come in I began getting extremely horny every time I pumped. This quickly turned into a ritual of me pumping and finger my warm, swollen wet pussy. It was like clock work. It would be time to pump and my nipples would start leaking, and my pussy would start to feel warm. As soon as the milk was draining out of my body I would become insanely wet. I couldn't stop myself from sliding my fingers inside me and coming 3 to 4 times during each "feeding". It was so amazing that it drove me to do more. I started going wild ordering dildos and vibrators of all kinds. I can't imagine what the mail man thought.

Soon enough my mind was becoming even more wild and I started to drink all the milk I was pumping rather than throw it away. I would even put what I couldn't or didn't finish in the fridge for another time. One day during a lustful feeding with one of my largest dildos deep inside me, I was looking around online and found lots of sex cam sites with men paying good money to see women do exacty what I was doing. I decided to go for it. The thought of a man wanted me so bad that he would pay for me to get off while he watched drove me nuts. 

Quickly I had several regulars that would watch me everyday. My fear of being identified made me not film anywhere near y face which aggravated all of "my men". One day I decided to do a special show just for them. I showed my face and they went nuts. They gave me so many compliments that I felt like I owned the world at this point. Then one offered to pay me a large some to come feed. I immediately denied his request but in the back of my mind I wanted to so bad. Being with a man was something I had lost focus of in my heats of passion while I pumped. 

The next day when I got back online he had sent me a bunch of messages begging me and raising the sum of the money he was willing to pay considerably. For some reason I instantly agreed and he made arrangements at a local hotel. He would fly in the next day. I became very nervous for what I had just agreed to but I promised him. He had sent me many photos of him and he was a rather attractive mid 20s man that really loved for me to call him son. The incestuous theme was very popular in the lactation cams and for some reason actually drove me a little more nuts. I wasn't a sicko but the roleplay was just different and the forbidden nature made it sexier. 

The next day, just after noon, I made my way to the hotel. As I walked through the lobby I felt that all eyes were on me, but shook it off and continued to the room number he had given me. I knocked on the door and he immediately opened it. Surprisingly he was even more attractive than I had originally thought. 

"Hello Momma," he said playfully.

"Hi Baby, I hope you hungry," I said as I pushed his tall hard body back towards the bed.

He looked so excited as I moved around him and sat on the bed. I pulled my left breast out over the top of my low cut blouse. His eyes lit up and he quickly moved his mouth towards my hard leaking nipple. I had been creating so much milk lately that I knew he would probably tire before he finished it all. When my tits were full they probably measured in the E sizes but I still wore the DD bras they just spilled over the top.

As he began to suck heavily on my left nipple my pussy swelled and became warmer than I could have ever imagined. I said commandingly, "Drink Mommy's milk baby. Drink it all up little boy." I pulled my blouse down off of my shoulders and stripped my bra off freeing my other breast to fall heavy on this young mans shoulder. I could feel the moisture building between my legs. My juices were dripping down to my ass soaking it. I could feel long thick streams pouring into his mouth as I reached around him and hiked my skirt up to ram my fingers deep inside my soaked pussy. 

This young man was amazing. He must have been sucking so much harder than any pump could because I could see my large breast deflating as he continued filling his stomach with my milk. I moved my right breast next his mouth and made it squirt a little bit onto his cheek. He took my little hint switched the breast that he was feeding from. I grabbed to back of his head, pulled it hard towards me as I lay down with him in tow. My large milk filled breast fell slightly off the side of my chest while the other still dripping hung off the left side of my body. 

Laying down gave me the room I needed to slam my now wet hand into my pussy. I began violently moving it in and out and quickly began to become flush and felt a strong orgasm coming on. I pressed his head hard onto my tit as I continued to hammer my pussy. I felt my pussy clinch down tight on my hand as my mind went white and I felt the extreme warmth of my orgasm take over me. My body went tight and my head slammed back and to the side. I let out an very loud scream as I reached the peak of my climax. 

As I lay there still being fed on by the beautiful young man I felt alive. I could feel him starting to drain my other tit. He was amazing. He must have drank more than 16 ounces of breast milk. He didn't let any go to waste. As he finished I started to pull my skirt back down. He looked up at me with the same look a child looking for approval would give you. "You did so good love. Mommy hasn't ever been drained like that."

Lifting him self up to his knees on the bed he said, "Thank you," and sat back against the headboard of the hotel bed. 

"Of course sweet heart," I said and continued, "I can't believe I didn't do this sooner." 

He stood up and I could see that he had a massive erection. I thought guilty about it for a second, but quickly decided it wasn't my job to take care of it. He moved over to his suitcase and pulled a large wad of money out. As he handed it to me I reached down and caressed his hard cock through his pants. His hips thrust hard into my hand, but I quickly pulled away.

"Thank you son," I stated in a very loving voice. "How long will you be in town?" 

"I leave on Saturday," he replied.

Saturday being 3 days I made a decision right then in and there. "You're going to come stay with me. I want you to feed to your hearts content. Plus I think I can make you a little happier," I said playfully looking at his rock hard dick pitching a huge tent in those denim jeans. 

His eyes lit up at the offer and he said, "I would love that Momma."

I got up fixing my skirt and putting my milk wet tits back into my shirt neglecting put my bra back on. I found a piece of paper and pen and wrote my address on it. I gave it to him and told him, "Come over in about an hour. I need to buy some food and you need to take care of yourself." Assuming he would understand I was talking about his stiff member I started to turn and walk out of the room and said, "and bring my bra back to me."

I walked out of the door and immediately realized the bad choice I had made. Not only was I having a strange man come to my house, but I was trying to conceal large milking breasts behind a lowcut black shit. I could feel them sway and bounce as I walked out of the hotel. The air as I walked reminded my that they were still leaking milk as well. I had everybody looking at me. Men stared with sex in their eyes while women looked at me with disgust. Once again I had to shake it off. 

I finally arrived at my car and quickly got in and started driving to the house.



A Mother's Mistake



My name is Jill, 45 and I'm a married bifemale with three grown children ages 25 (son) 23 (son) and 20 (daughter). I really don't know where to start this or how to explain what happen too me last month but I think I need to tell someone just so I can get it off my chest I guess. I grew up on a farm with 4 brothers and three sisters in a home that I'd say was somewhat strict when it came to the subject of dating and sexual things. When we raised our children we tried not to be that way and nudity and seeing other family members nude was just normal for us. My husband and I didn't run around naked all the time but we didn't try to hide our bodies from the kids or raise them to hide from us or each other as they grew older. Well with that said I hope you'll understand my story better.

The kids are gone now and my husband and I live our own lives now on our small place in the country. We have enough land that we, but mostly me, go outside nude or semi nude most of the summer months. Well last month I was home alone and started out just sun bathing on the deck than jumped in the pool to float around for awhile to get more sun. I don't know if I fell asleep or what but I never heard my son's truck coming up the drive to the house. 

I don't know how long my son, I'll call him Mark here, was by the pool watching me but when he said, "you look so comfortable and sexy mom ", I about jumped off the float mattress in the pool. I asked him how long he had been there watching me and he just said long enough. He said he wasn't doing anything so he thought he stop in to see us both. I told him his dad had gone fishing that morning with friends and probably wouldn't be back till late that afternoon or evening, but he was welcome to stay and visit with me. Now just so you all know, I'm in the pool topless with only my string bikini bottom on that really doesn't cover much. At this time I was semicovered because I was on my stomach but Mark was still getting a pretty good view of the one side of me, my ass and pussy.

We carried on with some small talk for awhile about what we both had been doing lately, just the normal mom/son stuff. While we talked Mark was sitting down on the edge of the deck with his feet hanging into the pool trying to cool off I guess from the heat but with a weird look on his face I thought. He was wearing a pair of nicer dress shorts when he arrived and at first I thought it was just my imagination or the angle I was seeing from floating in front of him, but I could swear he had a hardon poking up from his shorts. I suggested he get in the pool but he said the chemicals in the pool would ruin his shorts and added with a smile and that cute little laugh of his that it might not be such a good idea right at the moment. Well me being the mother I am, I had too question him why.

Not too my surprise because I know how he's like his father and they say what their thinking, he said he was aroused some by seeing me almost naked and that he did indeed have a huge boner and had hoped I hadn't noticed. Well all I could do was fake a little laugh for him because really the thought that the sight of me, his mother had given him an erection kind of made me feel sexy and sort of dirty at the same time. What the hell was I thinking? Here was my 23 year old son who I of course think is good looking, sitting not three feet, at almost eye level from me on the edge of the pool, with a rock hard cock that I had caused.

To try and put him at some ease I just said "don't worry sweetie, I've seen your penis many times when you was growning up and there's nothing that will surprise me or for you to be ashamed about so you can get up and get in the pool if you want". 

Relaxed I guess by that, he stood and asked if it was OK if he removed his shorts so they wouldn't get ruined. I told him sure as if it wouldn't bother me at all. Well this is where I'm afraid I lost all my morals as a mother or it just brought out the slutty side in me as some things do. Mark stood and with a little trouble clearing that buldge in his shorts, dropped his shorts too the deck. Well there above me stood my son with a cock as hard as could be, just as thick and as big, if not bigger than his father's, and looking just plan hot as hell. Without trying to look but not able to stop myself, all I could do was comment that he had grown into a very good looking and well built man. Damn he was so hot looking and the site of his hard cock just sent chills through my body. Again, what was I thinking?

Mark got in the pool with me and spent most of the first 15 minutes or so trying to keep some distance between us and not get himself in a position where he had a view of my behind, remember all I had on was the bottoms of my tiny string bikini. He stayed away from me up until I finally asked him if I looked like I was getting sunburned. At that time he came over close and checked my back for me. He said, " mom you look like your starting to get red so you better put some lotion on or something". Well now this was a problem, for who I don't know but that's when things started to get interesting.

Mark I said, would you please put some lotion on for me dear. I swear I could hear him swallow hard but with a little excitement in his voice he said sure mom. When his hards first touched me as he spread the lotion on my back I thought I was going to die. The chills and the thrill that went through me was something I had never felt before. As he spread the lotion along my waist and hips, that did it. I'm probably the one that sent this whole situation over the line but as good as his hands felt I asked Mark to put some lotion on my legs and butt so they wouldn't burn too.

At first I didn't think he was going to do it but after a few seconds of delay I felt the lotion being squirted along both legs and across both my butt cheeks. As before, as soon as his hands touched me that same shock wave went through me as before. The thoughts I was having being this boys mother were crazy but at this moment in time as I lay floating in that pool, he wasn't my son and I wasn't his mother, just a man and a very horny older woman who was enjoying a mans hands on her.

Mark worked the lotion into my legs and across my ass at first very quickly but than to my surprise he squirt somemore on my inner thighs and across my ass again. As his left hand rubbed the lotion onto my ass, his right hand was working the lotion on my thighs and up closer to my now very wet pussy. At first I thought he touched me by mistake but as he moved his right hand up my leg again I know he was touching my semi-exposed pussy that wasn't even covered by that small sting on purpose.

He continued touching my wet pussy as if by accident several times. To give him a signal and too let him know I liked it I made a couple of well timed moans when he did. After about my fifth moan he asked me if it felt good and did I like what he was doing. My only replay now for him was that it felt wonderful and that he could do any kind of lotion on me anytime he wanted.

Well I guess that was the signal he was waiting for and all he needed to hear. On the next run up my thigh with his hand he keep coming higher and run his finger tips over the lips of my pussy. As wet as I was by now I know he felt it and sure enough he said, "damn mom your sure wet". He asked "Is this turning you on that much"? Without thinking about my answer I said, "yes Mark it is and you can touch me more if you want baby". Well again that's all it took because the next feeling I had was Mark's left hand pulling the small strip of material and string of my bikini off to the side and a finger of his right hand going deep into my pussy. 

His finger felt so good inside me that I almost came right than. As he worked his finger, than a second and a third into me I knew I was seconds away from cumming. Using his thumb he started rubbing my clit as he moved his other three finger around inside me and as if I was hit by lightning, I had one of the biggest orgasms of my life. It seemed like I was cumming for ever. I just shook and spasmed like it was the first orgasm of my life. 

When I had finally calmed down Mark just gently withdrew his fingers from me and said how nice it was for him that he could make me feel so good and cum so hard like that. I told him that it was wonderful and yes he had made me feel good but added that I should return the favor since I had made him so uncomfortable since his arrival. With that said, I slid off the float and finally gave him a full frontal view of his now overly horny mom. With a big smile on his face he commented that I looked very sexy, that I had a great body, and that he really liked how nice my tits where. There not big by any means, just 34C's but still firm for my age.

Thinking I'd take advantage of my height of 5' 5" for once I told him to get up and sit on the edge of the deck again so I could be at the level I thought would be just right. Once in place I was just slightly above face level with his now again hard cock. With a look of being unsure on his face, I move in between his legs and took his cock in my hands. That surprised but satisfied look came to his face as I looked up at him and took his cock into my wide open and waiting mouth. His cock as I said earlier was very thick like his dad's but I'd say two inches longer at least, which would make it about 10" long. I know because I've measured his father's before and he has a 8 to 8 1/2" cock. Pausing just for a second I told him that he sure grew into a very big man. Well I did my best to get as much of his hard cock as I could into my mouth and work him the best I knew how. I've sucked a lot of cocks in my days but this had to be the most exciting for me to date. I licked the head, up and down the shaft and even sucked and licked his balls off and on, but from the sounds coming from Mark I knew I was doing a good job and it wouldn't be long before he'd be giving me my reward. I had as much of Mark's cock in my mouth as I could get, trying to take all of him deep but as I was trying to get those last inches in, he fell back on the deck and yelled, "mom I'm cumming, I'm cumming mom".

Well that was it. Time to show my son what mommy could do. As I felt his cock start too spasm I forced the rest of his cock into my mouth and tried to use the musles inside to milk all his cum from his body, and I wasn't disappointed. Spasm after spasm Mark shot his hot cum into me and as hard as it was I didn't gag once. I let him fill my mouth with every last drop and when he had shot that last bit of his load, I gently slid his cock just to the edge of my lips and went down on him again to make sure he was finished. Let me tell you, he has some of the sweetest tasing cum I've ever had so far.

Mark just lay there on the deck as I got out of the pool and went over next to him. Looking down at him with his eyes closed but with that cute smile on his face, I said, "sweetie why don't you come on into the house, we'll get something cold to drink and see what else you can help your mom with today, OK!



A Mother's Mistake Ch. 02



Well as I promised here's the rest of what happen when my son Mark surprised me while I was sunning in the pool.



After I told Mark to come into the house I went on in ahead of him leaving him still laying there at the side of the pool. Walking to the house and in the back door I couldn't help or for that matter understand the strange new feelings I was having inside me. I was torn between thinking, what the hell have I just done to OMG that was the hottest and best blowjob I've ever given. Thinking about what we had just done as I waited for Mark, plus the fact that it was my own son that I had just sucked off, I started to get horny again and I must admit a little wet also.

My first thought as I entered the house was to go put on some shorts and a top since I was still only wearing my thong. But as I started to get the mixes out for our drinks the same thoughts came to me again as they did in the pool. Those thoughts brought the wonder images of Mark's hard cock and how sexy he looked standing out there on the deck, the thoughts I was having as he put lotion on me, how good his fingers felt while bringing me to taht great orgasm, and the final excitment of having his cock in my mouth and him filling it with his hot cum.

Unable or not wanting to control my thoughts I know right than I needed more from my loving son, my baby. Without any further thought I removed my last piece of material protection and threw my thong on the chair next to the dining room table. Here I was now, naked and making drinks for my son and myself as he finally came into the kitchen, and to my surprise and happiness, he hadn't put his clothes back on yet.

Feeling somewhat weird and I think both of us not knowing what to say, Mark just stood at the far end of the kitchen counter. I finally broke the ice and approached him with his drink. As I did I couldn't help but look at him, his cute face, fit body, and of course his wonderful manhood. As I handed him his drink I asked if he was alright and was what happen outside in the pool ok with him. With a few seconds of thought he said, "Mom it was great and I've always wanted to touch you like that but never thought it would ever really be possible or ever happen. When you let me get you off in the pool it was a dream come true for me Mom." 

I gave him a little kiss and told him that I loved him dearly and I was glad it hadn't upset him. I told him that what we had done wasn't what a mother and son should be doing but that I couldn't help the thoughts he was making me have. I said he had made me feel beautiful and sexy again when I saw him aroused by my body and that the orgasm he made me have was one of my best. With that said I moved closer and kissed him again but this time more deeply and much longer.

After a very long, tongues in mouth kiss, I could feel his cock getting hard between us. Again maybe to give him a sign of what I wanted I let out a few moans of my pleasure and took hold of his cock with my hand. I heard him place his glass on the counter than felt his hands running up my thighs, over my hips and around to my ass. His hands felt so good as he explored my body and with each heated moment my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Wanting him to touch me more I slide my right leg up around his hip and around behind him to give him access that I so needed now. In this position he eased his right hand between my legs and started rubbing my wet pussy and clit. The feeling was just as good if not better than when he fingered me in the pool. He probed one, than two fingers in and out of me causing a slushing sound each time. At this point I think we both know that him fingering me again wasn't going to be enough this time.

Breaking off our long kiss I simply pulled him by his cock and turned him so he was up against the dining room table. I pressed him against his chest so he would lay back on the table and as he did I bent to take him back in my mouth once again. The taste and feeling of him in my mouth was wonderful. I swear I was acting like some porn star I'd seen in a movie as I sucked every inch of his cock and sucked his balls like a pro. Believe me, I so wanted to taste his cum in my mouth again but the heat of the moment and between my legs was just too much for me. 

Taking him one last time deep into my mouth I slowly withdrew him from my mouth and looking up over his chest said, "take me Mark, fuck me right here, right now". 

As he slide off the table I replaced him by just bending over the edge of the table so he could get behind me and take me doggy style. As he was positioning himself behind me the thought of, "what the hell are you doing Jill stop this now" went through my mind until I felt him rub the head of his cock across the wet lips of my pussy. As fast as that thought had come it was now gone and my desire to have my son's cock deep in me took over again. With just two or three wipes plus the fact I had just gave him a wet blowjob, I think his cock was lubed more than enough as I felt the head pressing against the opening of my pussy and slowly spreading my lips apart.

Ever so gently Mark slide his wonderful cock into me. With each forward push I let out a moan of satisfaction until he was fully inside of me. The thickness and his length made me feel so full inside and wished he could give me more. Slowly Mark worked himself out than slowly back in so I could almost feel every vein in his hard cock. In a rythem now Mark was rubbing his hands over my back, sides and hips, than up into my hair and stopping once or twice he'd grab a hand full of my hair and stroke in and out of me while pulling back on it like the reins on a horse. I like having my hair pulled when I'm being taken doggy style so I told Mark it was ok to pull harder and as he did I just blurted out, "harder Mark, harder baby".

Now with my verbal direction I guess Mark's pace increased and he was pounding me hard just like I had requested. His hardness was slamming into me with each thrust, hitting that special spot that needed it so badly. He was pulling my hair hard now also, so hard my head was pulled back almost up straight and Mark was pushing two fingers of his left hand into my mouth saying, "suck them mom, suck them good". 

As he spoke those words to me and the way he was fucking me, I'd have never thought he was like this or known he was this good. My boy had grew to be a wonderful man and as far as sex, very talented and a real lady pleaser. Well he was pleasing me and I was at the point of no return by now. The harder he fucked me the faster my orgasm was coming. With the table and us both rocking like crazy I came again for the second most wonderful orgasm of the day. I remember not being about to control the spasms that was going through my body as I orgasmed. As my orgasm slowed and neared it's end, Mark's was just beginning. Still pulling my hair hard and driving his cock into me I heard him grut something than felt the hot liquid of his sperm shooting deep into my now overly used and hot pussy.

With his balls now emptied inside of me, Mark leaned over my back and kissed me on the cheek saying, "that was perfect mom and your one of the hottest women I know. I love you!" All I could say in reply was "I love you too Mark and thank you".

In a few minutes I could feel Mark getting soft so he slowing pulled out of me and helped me up from the table. As I said he emptied his balls and that he did. As I stood up next to the table his cum almost gushed out of me, drops falling onto the dining room rug and running down both my legs. Damn I didn't think a young man could cum that much.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up while Mark cleaned up in our other bathroom. When we met back in the kitchen we kissed one last time and decided to go back outside on the deck, finish the drinks we should of had earlier and talk about what had happen before my husband Nick got home from fishing.



A Mothers Mistakes



Chapter 1

It was six fifteen and Allison Hudson was late... again. The Friday afternoon traffic had been a bear and there was an accident on the freeway that tied up all three lanes for over a half-hour. It seemed that the traffic was getting worse by the day. Just a few years ago, suburbia was open land, rolling hills and lush greenery... now there didn't seem to be a square acre on which to put another house or strip mall. Allison was glad that she lived further out where neighbors were not at the end of the driveway, however the daily commute was getting harder to take, if not already unbearable. 

Allison thumped the steering wheel with her fingers impatiently and looked at the other commuters who were just as anxious to get home as she was. Well, maybe not quite that anxious. Bradley, her husband was out of town and her 18-year-old son, Christopher, was staying with a friend tonight. It wasn't often that she got the house to herself. Well, not exactly to herself... Jason was due over at 7:30. The thought of Jason created a stirring between her legs. Yet, there was also fear. It would be the first time since they had started the affair over a year ago that he was coming to her house. They would be fucking in her bed... the bed she had shared with her husband for almost nineteen years. It was dangerous and crazy but excitement had overcome her fears.

At thirty-eight years old, Allison thought that her sex drive was greater now than it had ever been. She had read somewhere that women do not hit their sexual peak until their mid-thirties. That had certainly been true in her case; it seemed that all she thought of these days was sex. In fact, sometimes she thought that she was a nymphomaniac, although she had heard that nymphomaniac's didn't receive fulfillment. That certainly wasn't true in her case... sometimes she climaxed so many times that she thought she would lose consciousness. Still, maybe it was Jason and his kinky ways that made the sex so incredible. He was unlike anyone she had ever met. He was handsome, strong, and very dominant. He made her do things... and feel things... things that a married thirty-something businesswoman with a PHD in biotechnology shouldn't be doing or feeling. It was so wrong, but felt so good. She couldn't deny him. 

Incredibly she still loved her husband, Bradley. He had always been good to her... maybe that was the problem... he was too good to her. Or maybe the problem was that he was eighteen years her senior and had developed health problems two years ago... a triple bypass. Their sexual relationship had never been spectacular, but it dropped to nothing, nada, zilch, after the surgery. The doctor said the blood pressure medicine and blood thinners could have a negative effect on his libido. However they hadn't said it would kill it all together.

Allison and Bradley had met in college. He was a professor at the time and she an advanced graduate student. She had graduated from high school at sixteen and was recruited by almost every major university with a biotech program. Everyone said it was her destiny to do great things. Unfortunately, most of her young life had been filled with books and studying... no time for boyfriends and sex. In fact, she had been a virgin until Bradley.

From Allison's appearance, no one would know of the simmering desires below the surface. For most of her life, she had done what she could to hide her good looks and shapely figure. At work she wore unattractive horn-rimed glasses and rather dowdy clothes, covered by the always-present white lab coat. She was tall at five foot eight, preferring to wear low heels most of the time... since Bradley was only five nine. She weighed 135 lbs, with mid-length dirty blonde hair that she kept in a bun most of the time. She had a trim waist with a mature flare to her hips, created by the birth of her only son, Christopher, and she still had a very shapely backside as a result of hours on the Stairmaster. Her eyes were gray/green with a sparkle that belied her prudish exterior. She felt that her nose was a little to sharp, but it fit her somewhat sharp and model-like features well. Her cheeks were naturally rosy and her pouting lips always seemed to show a hint of a smile. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruits, still firm for her age, with large dark brown nipples that grew to almost a half inch when she was excited. On the rare occasion when she allowed herself the remove her lab jacket at work, she got plenty of unwanted stares. That was distressing to her because she worked hard to keep the appearance of the perfect professional woman. She was a strong and firm manager. Although some of her jealous male subordinates would say that she was "a ball buster." Some even called her a "dyke" behind her back. She had heard the whispers. But she didn't really care. 

Now in her late thirties however the glasses were gone, thanks to Lasik surgery, and she had upgraded her wardrobe to a more modern and somewhat fashionable style. While still not incredibly sexy, the skirts were a little shorter and the sweaters a little tighter. It seemed to help with her career as she had gotten two promotions since she changed her style of dress. She knew that she had accomplished a lot on her job, and deserved her promotions, but she also realized that a little harmless flirting never hurt.

Allison looked over at the tired commuters as they sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic, their windows closed to keep out the belching smoke. A smile came to her face when she saw the guy in the car next to her look over. His weary face turned to a smile as well. She wondered what he would think if he knew that she wasn't wearing panties, or that she had her skirt pulled up, almost to her waist, revealing the soft flesh of her inner thighs above the thigh high nylons that Jason always made her wear. Without turning her eyes from his stare, her hand dropped between her thighs and her fingers found her swollen sex lips. The guy was still smiling at her as a finger slipped deep into her warm hole. 

She squirmed on the probing digit and thought of the phone call from Jason. She had been sitting at her desk making notes on a legal pad when the phone rang. For some reason she had been thinking about sex all day. "Take your panties off," he had said without so much as a "hello". "I can't. I'm at my desk," she protested. "Do it," he returned firmly. Looking though her door and seeing her assistant talking to someone with her back toward her, she obediently reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. A gasp escaped her lips when she saw the wetness on the crotch. She quickly stuffed the slip of material into her pocketbook. Then he told her to play with her already swollen sex lips until they were dripping. When she protested again, saying she had an important meeting in ten minutes with her staff, he just laughed and said that that was perfect. Through the entire meeting she could feel her swollen lips pulsing and worried that she would have a wet spot on the back of her skirt when she got up.

Now she was stuck in this infernal Friday afternoon traffic, only made bearable by the feeling of her finger slipping in and out of her now dripping hole. The car quickly filled with a squishing sound and the sweet aroma of her excitement. 

The blare of horns from behind awoke Allison from her daydream. When she looked ahead, she saw that the traffic had begun to move. She pressed the gas petal to the floor. 

The house was gloriously quiet when Allison rushed through the door. She had less than an hour to get showered and changed before Jason arrived. So much for taking a bubble bath and relaxing with a glass of wine... or two. No, now she would have to rush to get ready. She needed to shave her legs and... shave her private parts... that was always a requirement for Jason. He wanted her sex lips smooth. She could still remember how shocked Bradley had been the first time he had seen it. Still, he didn't really care since he hadn't made love to her for over two years. Now she had gotten used to the feeling of her hairless sex lips rubbing against her panties. It was a constant reminder of her sexuality.

Allison was still rushing around when the doorbell rang. 

Jason was at the door. 

The sexy woman checked herself in the mirror one last time. The white blouse looked normal unless one saw it in the light. Then it would be apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra and the silky material did nothing to hide her naked flesh. The tiny short skirt barely covered the cheeks of her ass and left a long expanse of bare thigh between the hem and the top of her nylons. The four-inch high heels emphasized and defined her long legs, all the way up her strong thighs where they disappeared under the pleated material. Off course she wasn't wearing panties. At Jason's orders she had put her hair into two braids that were held at the ends by pink ribbons. It all led to the appearance that she was a young and naughty schoolgirl... a naughty schoolgirl whose swollen and mature sex lips were dripping juice down her thighs as she walked down the stairs.

Chapter 2

Chris used his cell phone to call home but gave up when he got the answering machine for the third time. He wanted to tell his mother that he was coming home tonight instead of staying with Jeff. He had come down with the flu and was sick in bed. Chris didn't leave a message for his mother, assuming that she wasn't home from work yet. 

It was dark when he pulled into the driveway. There was a car sitting in front of the garage that he didn't recognize it. He parked next to it and got out, wondering who was at the house since his Mom hadn't said anything about a visitor. 

The car was an expensive Mercedes model, sleek and black. That wasn't unusual in their upscale neighborhood, but he still didn't recognize it. He glanced inside but couldn't see anything that would indicate who the car belonged to. When he looked at the house, there didn't seem to be any lights on inside. A weird feeling suddenly came over him.... almost a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. While he wasn't a suspicious person by nature, something didn't seem right. 

He opened the front door and closed it again as quietly as possible. He then walked gently through the large foyer, glancing first into the kitchen and then the living room, finding no one there and no lights on in any room. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from down the hall in the vicinity of the family room. His heart skipped a beat as he slowed his pace and tiptoed closer to the noise. There it was again. It sounded like moans of pleasure. He halted for a moment before moving again, feeling like a sneak in his own house. Turning to the side, he placed his back against the wall and inched forward. Then he squatted down and moved his head far enough out to look into the room. Like all the other rooms, the family room was dark. However, a fire was roaring in the fireplace throwing eerie shadows onto the walls. A sudden gasp caught in his throat. On the sofa were two people. One of them was his mother... or at least he thought it was; her outfit was like nothing he had ever seen her wear. As his eyes adjusted, he realized with shock that it was in fact her. And, she was kissing someone that was definitely not his father.

"That was so naughty of you to take your panties off at your desk at work today," the guy said as he pulled his lips away with a loud smack.

"Yes, it was," Allison answered breathlessly.

Chris recognized the voice of his mother, but it sounded strange, almost meek. He strained his eyes at the embracing couple and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Up until that point of his life, he had never seen his mother as anything but his mother. Sure she was pretty... maybe even sexy, but she was his mother and sons don't look at their mothers that way. Now, he saw her sitting on the sofa with a stranger, wearing... well he wasn't sure what kind of outfit she was wearing... and kissing a stranger. She had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair was braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?  

"Open your blouse for me," the man said.

Without protest, Allison began to unbutton her blouse.

Chris' eyes opened wide as he stared into the dimly lit room and watched his mother's fingers open one button at a time until the blouse was hanging open by an inch or so, still hiding her breasts but revealing the insides swells. He almost passed out when the guy reached over and pushed open the blouse, exposing both of his mother's breasts. Suddenly a log crackled in the fire and the resulting flare sent bright light into the room. The light flashed off her breasts, revealing the soft white flesh and hard brown nipples. 

"Mmmmm, very nice," the stranger said and reached over to cup one orb in his palm. Then he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed, bringing a gasp from Allison. "You like it when I squeeze your nipples hard, don't you?" He squeezed harder.

Allison gasped again and hissed, "Yes," through clenched teeth.

"Spread your legs for me."

Allison obeyed, opening her legs as wide as she could, throwing the short skirt to the top of her thighs.

Fortunately the crackling of the fire continued to cover the gasps that slipped from Chris's mouth. He couldn't believe that he was staring at the bare crotch of his mother. Even more incredible, he saw that her sex lips were totally devoid of hair. The fireplace light showed a sparkle of juice on the obviously swollen inner lips. The outer lips were large, smooth, and puffy, unable to hold the inner lips inside. 

Chris wasn't naive about sex, but he was still a virgin, at least technically. He and his girlfriend, Melissa, had engaged in manual and oral sex... or at least he had performed oral sex on her... she refused to do it to him, but always accommodated him with a hand job. However, he had eaten her many times, which he loved to do, and therefore had learned a good bit about the female sex anatomy from up-close. But this was his mother's sex he was staring at... it wasn't right. In spite of that, incredibly, he began to get an erection.

The guy slipped his hand between Allison's legs and began to rub her swollen lips. "Ah, very wet indeed. You are such a slut aren't you Allison?"

"Yes, I'm a slut," Allison gasped as her hips began to move on the sofa. "Ohhhh!!!" she suddenly cried as a finger found her hole and slipped inside. 

The guy bent his head and took one already hard nipple into his mouth.

Chris watched in shock and mortification as the stranger pumped his finger in and out of his mother's willing hole. She spread her legs wider for him. He could hear the squishing sounds from his moving finger over the crackling fire, dissuading any doubts that he had with regard to her level of excitement or complicity.

For a long time the stranger worked on Allison, sucking one breast and then the other before adding another finger to her wet hole. 

Allison's cries grew louder as she drew near a climax. It didn't take long since she had been worked up all day. Now, her hips lifted frantically from the sofa, taking his fingers as deeply as she could. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "Oh God, I'm going to cum. Mmmmmmmm." Her body tensed and then began to convulse.

Chris watched with his mouth opened in amazement as his mother climaxed in front of him. He was stunned and shocked beyond belief. His head was spinning with so many feelings that he could hardly think. Yet, his penis throbbed and threatened to shoot off in his pants. 

"That's it. That's it my little slut," the stranger said as he continued to pump his fingers in and out until Allison's climax slowed. When she finally relaxed, he pulled his fingers from between her legs and held them up to the firelight. They were glistening with juice. "I've never seen a slut that made so much juice," he laughed. "Clean my fingers," he ordered, holding his fingers up to Allison's mouth. 

Without hesitation she took his fingers into her mouth one at a time and sucked them dry. 

"Take my cock out."

Chris's heart almost stopped as he watched his mother lean over and unzipped the man's pants. Then she fished inside until she found his hard shaft. When she couldn't get it out of the opening, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. 

"Go ahead and pull them down." He lifted up and allowed her to pull his pants to his feet.

Chris closed his eyes and shook his head as if this was a dream and he would be awake when he opened his eyes again. What he saw when he did was the stranger's large penis pulsing in his mother's hand. It was long and had a huge head that was shaped like a giant mushroom. His sparkling juice was running down the shaft in a small river.

"Lick me... but don't touch the head yet," the stranger ordered.

Allison moaned and bent her head to the stranger's throbbing shaft. 

From Chris's angle he could plainly see his mother's tongue come out and begin to lick the juice from the underside of his shaft. She worked her tongue up and down, cleaning off the juice and leaving her saliva behind.

After a few minutes, the stranger said, "Now suck the head gently."

Chris found himself holding his breath as his mother's tongue moved up the shaft until her mouth was hovering over the pulsing head. Then he saw her open her mouth wide and take the head inside. He closed his eyes. He felt dizzy, disoriented, and swayed on his knees. This couldn't be happening. That couldn't be his mother sucking a stranger's cock in their own house... on the sofa he had sat on a million times. 

"Mmmmmm, that's nice. You are such a nasty cock sucker."

Chris's eyes flew back open. He suddenly had to fight the urge to rush into the room and thrash the guy. He couldn't believe his mother was letting this guy call her a "nasty cock sucker". He was sure that she would have slugged anyone that called her that if this were a normal circumstance. However, this wasn't normal. It was surreal and suddenly seemed to be moving in slow motion as Chris watched his mother suck and lick the swollen head. Little murmurs of pleasure came from her sucking lips. 

"Yes, suck me. Suck my cock bitch!" the stranger hissed. "You're a nasty cock sucker aren't you?"

Allison moaned as if the words were turning her on and she began to suck the head with greater enthusiasm. The room quickly filled with the solitary noise from her sucking lips.

The sound echoed in Chris's head, bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. "No... no... no..." his brain screamed. But the juice from his penis poured into his underwear, threatening to create a wet spot on his pants. 

"Pump the shaft," he ordered. "That's it. That's it, I'm getting close."

Suddenly Chris realized that the stranger was going to cum in his mother's mouth. He almost screamed out to her in warning. He opened his mouth, but he closed it when he heard his mother moan and then saw her hand begin to move faster, pumping the shaft like she was milking him... like she wanted his cum in her mouth. Maybe the stranger was right... maybe his mother was a "nasty cock sucker". "No... no... no..." he screamed silently. "Nasty cock sucker...nasty cock sucker." The words exploded in his head. 

"Oh yes, oh God," the guy moaned as his hips began to buck up at the sucking mouth. His hands found her head and he pushed her mouth down. "Take it all," he hissed through clenched teeth

Chris watched as the guy's penis disappeared... entirely. A low gasp escaped his mouth. He had seen women take a penis all the way into their throats in porn movies, but he didn't think that "normal" women really did that. "Nasty cock sucker... nasty cock sucker."




A Mothers Mistakes



Allison pulled her mouth back in order to catch her breath. Then she moved down again, taking his penis past the breach of her throat over and over. Each time she paused at the bottom and her tongue came out to lick his balls. 

"Suck it. Oh Goddddd!!!" the stranger screamed again.

Then Chris watched as his mother's head stop moving. She held only the head of his penis in her mouth and pumped the shaft. His eyes opened in horror. He could actually see his penis pulse and the balls squirm. The stranger was cumming in his mother's mouth. "Pull away... pull away," his brain screamed. But it was too late, even if she wanted too. However, it appeared that she had no intention of pulling away. Chris watched in amazement as her cheeks bulged and then collapsed as she swallowed once, twice, three times, all the while pumping the shaft for more. He saw her legs trembling and wondered if she were having another climax.

"Very nice," the stranger whispered as he pulled Allison's mouth from his penis with a loud pop. "That always takes the edge off."

Chris saw a dazed look on his mother's face as she sat back. Her lips were wet and there was a dribble of cum on her chin. The stranger reached over and wiped her lips with his finger and then fed it to her. Then he kissed her long and hard.

"Let's go upstairs so I can fuck you until you can't walk."

Chris saw his mother smile as she stood up on wobbly legs. He suddenly realized that they would have to walk past him. He jumped up quickly, turned and almost stumbled before rushing toward the living room, slipping inside a second before they came out of the family room. When they were past him he peeked out to see them walking up the stairs. The stranger slipped his hand down his mother's back and then under her tiny skirt. A second later his mother moaned and went up on her toes. The stranger's arm started to move back and forth as they walked up the stairs. At the top they stopped to kiss again and he pulled up the back of her skirt to reveal her naked ass. He grasped the cheeks and opened them wide, pulling her to him tightly. Then they turned toward the bedroom.

Chapter 3

Chris rushed out of the house closing the door as quietly as he could. When he got to his car and sat down he was trembling all over. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. It seemed like a dream. It couldn't have been his mother in there... his sweet almost sexless mother sucking off a stranger. Never had he thought of her sexually... she was his mother. She had bathed him, changed his diapers, and rocked him to sleep at night. Now he had witnessed her engaged in a sex act with a stranger. It wasn't something a son was supposed to ever witness. Yet, in spite of his revulsion, his penis pulsed in his pants. 

As he sat silently in his car, he wondered what to do and where to go. He was angry, embarrassed, confused, and yes, still excited. He felt guilty that he had spied on his mother... yet she had no right to do what she had done... what she was doing right now in her bedroom. The though of that sent a chill through him. What were they doing now, he wondered? Were they fucking or was she sucking him again? "Nasty cock sucker... nasty cock sucker," the words echoed over and over in his head. He knew that he had to get control of his emotions. He had to think... to sort everything out. 

"You bitch," he said out loud. "How could you do that to Dad... to me." He slammed his hand on the steering wheel and felt the pain shoot up his arm. Suddenly he realized that he was still in the driveway and visible from the upstairs bedrooms. He quickly started the car and backed out of the driveway. Then he drove around aimlessly for several hours. Finally he found a spot down the street from his house and parked where he could see the driveway. The car was still there. He would wait until the stranger left and then he would confront his mother.

He put his head back and tried to clear the images from his mind. Unfortunately, they were imbedded there forever. He saw his mother's mouth on the stranger's penis, sucking him. He saw her pumping his shaft, milking him. He saw her swallowing his juice, swallowing the contents of his balls... his sperm... his semen. He saw her lips, wet with the stranger's juice and the drops of cum on her chin. "Nasty cock sucker... nasty cock sucker." Then her swollen sex lips flashed into his head. He saw her legs spread and the juice running from her hole. In spite of his seeming revulsion, his penis throbbed and squirted more pre-cum juice into his already saturated underwear.

Chris dozed off sometimes late that night. It was not a restful sleep, but one filled with images of sex. He saw the stranger's face smiling in pleasure as his mother used her mouth on his penis. She sucked and pumped his shaft. She moaned in pleasure. His brain played it over and over again. Then at some point the image changed. It was no longer the stranger's face in the dream with his mother, but his own. In the dream, surrounded with fog-like mist, he looked down at his mother's head as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft. He grabbed the braids and lifted her head, looking into her lust filled eyes before pushing her back down again. Her throat muscles caressed him, squeezing the length of his shaft. She took every inch of him into her throat. He saw her pretty eyes looking up and him... his penis was gone... it was all down her throat. His balls churned and he lifted his hips and pulled on her braids. His cum began to pour into her mouth. It came out like a never-ending stream... like a garden hose with a broken shut off valve. His mother sucked it all in, moving her hand to squeeze the last drops from his balls. Finally she pulled away and looked up at him. Her jaws were puffed out. "Are you my nasty cock sucking bitch?" he asked. In answer, she suddenly opened her mouth where all his sticky sperm lay pooled. "Oh God," he moaned in his sleep and his balls pumped their contents into his shorts.

The sun was breaking the horizon when Chris awoke with a start. He wasn't sure when he had dozed off or what had awakened him. For a moment he was confused, wondering where he was and what he was doing sleeping in his car. Suddenly it all came back in a rush... like a wave of grief that enveloped him in a shroud of darkness. His face paled, his stomach churned, making him feel like he might throw up. Maybe it hadn't really happened. Maybe it had been a dream. If it was a dream, it had been very powerful and realistic. He could feel the wetness in his underwear and knew that he had climaxed in his sleep. It was just a dream wasn't it?

But when he looked at the driveway of his house, he saw that the car was there: sitting there in mute testimony to the reality of his awful night. Then a moment later, the handsome stranger came out of the house and got into his car. Now he knew that it was true... his mother had really sucked the cock of a stranger and probably fucked him all night. 

Chris watched as the black Mercedes backed out of the driveway and headed toward him. He slumped down in the seat and watched the smiling man drive by. He gritted his teeth in anger and thought for a moment about chasing after him. Instead he started his car and drove slowly down the street and into his driveway, parking his car where the strangers had been moments before.

Chris strode into the house with a purpose. He knew that if his mother were awake, she would be in the kitchen. While he looked determined and focused he felt anything but confident. His knees were weak and he was trembling inside as he neared the kitchen. With each step his resolve grew weaker, until he had to pause at the door to catch his breath. He realized that he had no idea what he was going to say. 

"Chris, what are you doing home this early?" Allison exclaimed in shock when she saw her son walk in. It was obvious that she realized that if he had come home a few minutes early he would have caught them. 

"Everyone was still partying and I was tired," he lied. He stared at his mother as she sat at the table. She was wearing a white terrycloth robe that was short on her thighs and opened at her chest to reveal a portion of her cleavage. Her hair was uncombed, her face flushed and there were red blotches on her chest. She would have looked like a well-satisfied woman except for a look of fear and a strange sadness in her normally bright eyes. "What about you... what are you doing up so early?" Chris asked, almost with a sneer.

"I just couldn't sleep."

I'll bet, Chris thought. It must be hard to sleep with a stranger fucking you all night. You can probably still feel his cock in your pussy right now, he thought angrily.

"What's wrong?" his mother asked.

"I didn't say anything was wrong."

"No, but your face does."

He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was about to confront her, but he couldn't find the words. When he saw the sad look in his mother's eyes, everything left him. Suddenly he was no longer angry... just tired. The confrontation would have to wait.

"I'm going up to get some sleep."

"Okay. See you later," Allison said with a touch of relief in her voice.

Chris walked upstairs and down the hall. He paused at his mother's bedroom door. On impulse he threw open the door and looked inside. A chill went through him when he saw the unmade bed with the sheets in a tangle. On the floor were the high-heels, the blouse and the tiny skirt that his mother had been wearing last night. With a quick look over his shoulder, he stepped into the room. It still smelled like sex. He picked up the tiny skirt and blouse. It was smaller than the outfits the cheerleaders at school wore. However, unlike his mother, they had underpants on when they wore it. The blouse was paper-thin and he held it up to the light and could see through it. Without thinking he held the soft material to his nose. It smelled like his mother... that familiar smell that until this moment had never been sexual. Now he felt his penis stiffen. He thought he heard something and quickly dropped the clothes and hurried to his room and flopped onto the bed. He closed his eyes and moaned painfully.


Unfortunately for Chris, sleep wouldn't come. He was incredibly tired, but every time he closed his eyes he saw his mother with the stranger or him, like in his dream last night. It flashed through his mind a million times. 

For the rest of the weekend Chris tried to avoid his mother. Late on Saturday evening he came out of his room to take a shower and walked down the hall past his mother and father's bedroom. As he passed the door, he saw that it was opened slightly. Something made him pause. When he looked through the crack in the door, he saw his mother sitting at her vanity... and she was totally naked. Suddenly his heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he should go, but his legs didn't want to listen. He stared. His mother was rubbing cream on her chest. She used her palm to smooth the cream over her upper chest and down across the nipples. Then she lifted and caressed the orbs with her palms, kneading the smooth cream into the soft under flesh. She pinched one nipple, like the stranger had done, before moving to the other and doing the same. As the nipple grew hard, he thought he heard a little moan escape her lips. 

Chris couldn't avoid it; his penis began to grow. 

When his mother had finished creaming her breasts, she lifted one leg and began to rub the cream on her thigh. Chris almost gasped. The action forced her legs open, revealing her freshly shaven vagina. He could plainly see the smooth outer lips, with the fat inner lips hanging from between. The outer lips were already shining with oil. Chris could smell the sweet and unmistakable aroma of baby oil. 

Allison suddenly had the strange feeling that she was being watched. She glanced into the vanity mirror. Her eyes opened wide when she saw movement in the hall. It had to be Chris since Bradley was still out of town. Her first thought was to jump up and close the door, but for some reason she didn't. She paused for a moment. Then, incredibly, she casually lifted her other leg and began to rub the cream on her thigh. Her legs opened wider. She found that her hands were trembling now. This was crazy... that was her son outside her door. Was she loosing her mind? She had never been attracted to her son. 

When she had finished with her legs, Allison stood up with her back to the door. She bent over her dresser, pretending to search for something. She could feel her son's eyes on her ass and she knew that he could see her puffy lips between her thighs. Suddenly her lips grew wet and began to pulse. She wondered if he could see that.  

Chris finally pulled himself together and hurried down the hall to the bathroom. A few minutes later he was sitting on the toilet with his hard penis in his hand. He squirted baby oil onto the head and let it run across his fingers. He was mortified by what he was doing, but couldn't think of anything but his mother and her naked body. Slowly he pumped the long shaft with his closed fist, thinking of his mother's large breasts. Then he saw her ass as she bent over the dresser. Between her legs he could see the pouch of her pussy and the glistening lips between. He thought of sliding his penis between those lips and about how soft and wet it would feel. It took only a few minutes for him to shoot his cum onto his stomach.

Chapter 4

Chris went through the week in a daze. Up until the previous Friday night he had been a normal teenager, going through all of the growing pains of a typical high school student. There was lacrosse practice every night and school work, with lots of homework. On the weekends he would go out with his friends or on a date with his girlfriend Melissa. He had already selected a college and had received a scholarship to play lacrosse. In a few months he was going to graduate and then one last summer vacation before college. Everything was pretty much set. 

Now everything had changed... or so it felt. Yes he would still graduate and go to college, but nothing at home would ever be the same. He could no longer look at his mother without thinking of her with her lover. And, he had now concluded that he was in fact her lover and that it wasn't a one-time thing. For all of his life he had seen her as his mother first and a woman second. Now he saw her as a woman first and his mother second... a woman that he now dreamed about every night and felt sexual stirrings for. It was all wrong, and it was driving him crazy. He would see her in the kitchen fixing dinner and have sexual thoughts. She would lean over to get something out of the refrigerator and he would see her slacks tighten over her smooth ass and pull between her cheeks. An unwanted chill would go through him. When she bent over in front of him, his eyes would fall on the opening of her blouse and he would look at the tops of her swinging breasts. He would see her come home from work dressed in her business attire and wonder if she was wearing panties. 

And he had done something... something that made him feel guilty and embarrassed him, yet he would do it again if he got the chance.

It was Thursday evening and his father had come home from his trip that afternoon. At dinner, his mother had seemed particularly agitated, jumpy. He had no idea what was wrong. 

After dinner she had gone up to take a shower. Chris went to his room and his Dad was relaxing in the family room watching the news. 

It was about an hour later when Chris left his room and walked quietly down the hall to his mother's bedroom. He was disappointed that the door to her room was closed. He started to turn around when his mother came out, almost bumping into him. She had a bathrobe on and her hair was wet from the shower.

"Oh," she said when she saw him. "I was just about to call you. Something's wrong with the toilet in my bathroom. I know your Dad is tired from his trip, so can you look at it for me?"

"Uh sure," Chris said. He walked past his mother, smelling her freshly washed hair and a scent of lavender soap. The bathroom was still steamy when he entered. He heard the water in the toilet running and opened the tank lid. He saw that the plastic arm holding the chain, which closed off the water after flushing, was stuck. He simply bent the plastic until it was free from the tank. That fixed the problem. He was about to leave the bathroom when he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. His mother's panties were lying on the floor next to the hamper. He looked at the door in guilt before walking over and snatching up the slip of material and stuffing it in his pocket quickly. 

"All fixed," he said as he hurried past his mother now sitting at her vanity. 

"Thanks," she said as she watched him rush out of her room. She shook her head, wondering why he had been acting so strange lately... it had started last Saturday. With that thought still in her head she went back into the bathroom to finish drying her hair. She glanced at the floor next to her hamper and didn't see her panties. She thought that was strange since she didn't remember putting them in the hamper. Putting the hair dryer down, she walked over and opened the lid. The panties weren't in the hamper. Suddenly she realized that Chris had to have taken them. A sudden rush of anger rose in the pit of her stomach. First he spies on me and now he is stealing my underwear, she thought. It was infuriating, but also embarrassing since she had masturbated twice that day, at Jason's orders, and the panties were still wet.  

Chris's heart was pounding in his chest as he rushed into the hall bathroom and closed the door. In his haste he didn't notice that the door had popped back open. He sat on the toilet, trying to catch his breath. He could almost feel his mother's panties burning a hole in his pocket. With a trembling hand he reached inside and pulled the silky pink material out. He felt and then saw that they were wet in the crotch. A moan escaped his lips as he brought them to his nose.

At that moment, Allison was at the hall bathroom door, about to push it open. She suppressed a gasp when she saw what her son was doing. Her anger and indignation suddenly vanished, replaced by a strange feeling. It was similar to feeling that she had the other day when she saw him spying on her. Her knees grew weak and she felt a tingling between her legs. She knew she should stop him, but couldn't bring herself to move.

Chris's head was spinning as he inhaled the sweet odor of his mother most private place. While he was familiar with the smell of pussy, having eaten Melissa many times, this was different. This was sweeter, earthier. It was a smell that he would never forget as long as he lived. With the panties still at his nose, he reached for his belt and hastily unbuckled it. The he pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

Allison's eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched her son expose himself. She knew that she should leave... to think about what to do, but she couldn't draw herself away. Her eyes stared at her son's exposed penis. It was larger than his father's was or even Jason's, with a purple and very swollen head. Juice was running from the slit and dripping to his pubic hair. 

With his hands still trembling Chris brought the panties to his throbbing shaft. He opened the crotch and rubbed the wet material against the dripping slit, adding his clear juice to what was already there. Then he wrapped the gusset around the head. A moan escaped his lips and his legs stretched out from his body and trembled. "Oh God Mom," he gasped and began to stroke himself.

Allison's hand flew to her mouth to cover her own gasp. Then she watched as her eighteen-year-old son began to masturbate himself with her panties. 




A Mothers Mistakes



Chris saw his mother's vagina in his mind. He could almost feel her sweet hole wrapped around his cock like the panties were right now. Although he had never had sexual intercourse, he knew that it would be warm and wet inside her. He saw how wet she had gotten the other night and now he could feel her dampness on the head of his penis. The combination of the silky panties on the head and the squeezing of his hand brought him to a crisis quickly. He groaned and lifted his hips as his balls began to unleash his cream. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me Mom," Chris cried. 

Allison had to place her hand against the wall to steady herself as she listened to her son's nasty words. With half closed eyes she saw the crotch of her panties grow darker and a second later his white juice was running down the side of his shaft. He was climaxing in her panties... her son was imagining that he was fucking her. Her body began to tremble and her knees almost buckled as she fought to remain standing. A second later she turned and staggered back to her room. She fell onto the bed and began to cry. She wasn't crying because of what she had seen, but rather because of what it had done to her. She had climaxed when she saw Chris squirt his juice into her panties.

Chapter 5

Chris was still filled with emotions the following Saturday. He sat at the breakfast table in a tee shirt and jogging shorts eating a bowl of cereal thinking about what he should do. His anger had only grown during the week and he knew that it would eat at him until he said something.

"Good morning Chris," Allison said as came into the kitchen and went over to make her morning cup of coffee. 

"Morning," he mumbled in reply.

She set the coffee maker and turned to Chris. "Chris, we have to talk," she said firmly. However, inside she felt anything but firm. 

Chris looked up at his mother and said, "Yes we do."

His response surprised Allison. She was the one that needed to talk to him... talk to him about his peeping on her and using her panties to masturbate with. It was a delicate subject, but it needed to be discussed. 

Before Allison could react, Chris said, "I saw you." 

"What?" Allison answered looking at him curiously.

"I saw you and... and... the guy you were with."

A foreboding feeling cascaded over Allison. "What are you talking about? What guy?"

"I came home last Friday night because Jeff was sick with the flu."

"You... you what? What are you saying?" she asked, her voice raising several tones. 

When Chris heard what he thought was defiance in her voice he said, "Come on Mom, I came back into the house and you and that guy were on the sofa in the family room having sex."

Allison's head was suddenly spinning. She had to think. This was the last thing she expected. She steadied herself, calling on every bit of nerve that she could muster. Knowing that the best defense was a good offense she responded with as much force as she could, "You were spying on me?"

Chris laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh. "You're bitching about me spying on you when you were fucking some stranger?"

"Don't you use that language around me young man," she said angrily, placing her hands on her hips. However, inside she was melting. Her stomach was tied up in a knot and she found it hard to breathe.

"You're incredible mother."

"I saw you too," she returned.

"Saw me what?"

"I saw you spying on me when I was naked in my room. Don't you deny it?"

Chris felt his face flush.

"I also saw you in the bathroom with my panties. What kind of pervert jerks off into his mother's soiled panties?"

Suddenly Chris was on the defense. What he had done was perverted and he had no excuse.

"What do you have to say about that?" Allison pressed.

"Noth... nothing," he choked. Then suddenly he realized what she had done. "Wait a minute," he yelled. "I may have jerked off into your panties and spied on you, but I didn't suck some guy's cock and fuck him behind Dad's back. What do you have to say about that?"

"I told you to watch your language," she responded in a scream. She knew she was in a weak position, but she had nothing else. 

Chris was emboldened by her lame response. "Are you a 'nasty cock sucker,' mother?" he said. He knew that he had made a big mistake the second the words were out of his mouth.

Allison's hand flew out to hit him across the face, turning his head to the side, and leaving a hand print on his cheek. A small cut formed at his lip.

Tears appeared in his eyes from the power of the blow. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Suddenly he turned and stormed out of the room and upstairs. 

Allison stood frozen in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never raised her hand to her son. Suddenly she broke into uncontrollable sobs and staggered over to a chair and sat down. The only good thing was that Bradley was playing golf this morning.

Chris was on his bed with stereo headphones on when he heard a tapping at the door. He ignored it.

Allison tapped on the door again and then pushed it open. She walked slowly into the room.

Chris glanced at her and could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring her.

She walked over and sat down on the corner of Chris's bed. She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and stared at a poster-covered wall, remaining silent, but for an occasional sob. Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

Chris heard her, but still chose not to respond. He didn't know what to say anyway.

Allison finally looked at her son. She saw his eyes on hers for a second, but he they turned away quickly. "I'm sorry about hitting you and about... about everything." She broke into heavy sobbing.

Chris sucked in a deep breath and took off his headphones. He looked at his crying mother, wondering what he could possibly say. He felt his anger fade as his heart melted with her tears. Finally he summoned up enough courage to speak. "I'm sorry I called you a nasty coc... uh... those names," he whispered.

"Thank you," she whispered, drying her eyes again. She conjured up enough nerve to ask the question that had been on her mind the entire time. "Are... are you... are you going to tell your father."

Although Chris knew that the question was coming, he still wasn't prepared to answer. He didn't know what he was going to do. "I don't know," he said honestly.

The two fell silent for a long time. Finally, Chris spoke again; his voice was strained with thinly veiled emotions. "Why? Why did you do it Mom?"

"It's a long story." She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming.

"I've got time. Tell me." Chris's voice was softer. It was more of a request then an order.

Allison got up and walked over to the window and looked out. It had started to rain. That would mean that Bradley might be coming home from the golf course soon. "This weather has been crazy lately," she said idly.

"Fine, then don't tell me then," Chris said.

Allison came back over to the bed and sat next to Chris. She reached for his hand, which he pulled away. She persisted, pulling his hand to her lap. She sighed. "Chris I've made some big mistakes in my life, but having an affair was the biggest. It started about a year ago. I never wanted it to happen... never planned it. I wasn't looking for someone. She paused for a moment and caught her breath. "After your father had his by-pass two years ago, he lost all desire for me. He was never all that interested in sex, but with the medicine and such, he lost the little interest that he had."

Chris suddenly wondered if he really wanted to hear this.

"Your father is a lot older than me, but I am still in my prime... sexually speaking."

"Oh Jesus," Chris said.

"You said you wanted to hear this. Do you want me to stop?" Allison squeezed Chris's hand, half hoping that he would say yes.

There was no going back now. "No. Go on," he said.

"Well, about a year ago, I met Jason at a business function. We talked and had a few drinks... I guess more than a few. The next thing I know is that I'm in his car and we're kissing. One thing led to another and well, we started an affair."

"That sounds too simple to me," Chris said. "There has to be more to it."

"It is pretty simple, but it always gets complicated." Allison wiped her eyes again. "That's how it started. I just needed someone to hold me... someone to make me feel like I was needed.... like I was a desirable woman." Allison started to sob again. "A woman needs to know that she's needed... loved."

"Dad was that cold to you?"

"Not always. Don't get me wrong, your Dad has been good to me. He has worked hard... maybe too hard. 

"You've worked hard to Mother. You've built a great career." Chris wasn't sure why he said that. It was almost as if he were defending her.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me," she said, squeezing his hand again and smiling through her tears. "I was na‹ve when we got married. I know I wasn't much of a lover. Your Dad was my first." Allison sighed again and looked at the rain now hitting the window hard. 

"Do you love Dad?"

"Yes. And I'm sure he loves me."

"Obviously that wasn't enough."

"Love changes. In the early days it is filled with excitement and... and sex, but as time goes on, it changes. Unfortunately, as people get older, their desires sometimes wane. Your father's have, mine haven't. That complicates things. It is true that love is critical in marriage, but it's not the only thing. There has to be sex. Sex is important in any relationship."

Chris nodded his head. He could understand that. From his limited experience, he knew that sex was important. It was the one thing that was in his head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

Allison suddenly got an almost dreamy look in her eyes. "When Jason came along, I was at a low point. The doctors said that your Dad could have some depression, but I never anticipated how bad it was going to be. I'm sure you didn't notice, but he barely spoke to me. Eventually I got lonely. And, then Jason comes along. It was just a fling at first. The sex wasn't all that spectacular the first time... like in a lot of relationships. However, as we got to know each other, it changed. He started to do things... things that I would have never thought of doing. He started to tell me to do things. Like calling me at the office and ordering me to take my panties off... right there while he was on the phone."

Chris felt an unwanted tingle in his groin. His mouth was suddenly very dry and his heart was thumping. He almost told her to stop. 

"He made me masturbate at my desk with people walking up and down the hall outside my office. He took me to restaurants and fingered me until I climaxed while sitting at the table." Allison paused and looked at Chris. She saw that his face had grown red. "Is this what you want?"

"Uh... yes... go on." His penis twitched.

Allison got up and walked over to the window again.

Chris's eyes followed her. She had on a skirt that was tight on her buttocks and short on her thighs. On top she had a low cut long sleeved sweater, revealing the cleavage of her breasts. He figured that she had been dressed to go shopping or something. It was sexy, but not overtly.

"I wish the sun would come back out," she said as the rain blew against the window. When she turned around, her nipples were hard and pressing through the sweater. She leaned back against the windowsill and looked thoughtful. 

Chris felt his penis begin to harden as he stared at her. He almost moaned at his lack of control.

"Over time, we got bolder. One time he made love to me on a ferryboat with people all around us. He had me up against the side rail and lifted my skirt and slipped inside. I was almost touching the arm of a woman next to me. He also taught me how to give oral sex. We did that everywhere. I once sucked him off in a glass elevator as we were riding up to our room."

Chris swallowed hard. "Nasty cock sucker, nasty cock sucker," he thought and his penis twitched.

"Your father... Bradley never cared much for giving or receiving oral sex."

"I saw you swallow his cum," Chris blurted and then thought, "Did I just say that?"

"Yes I did," she said, unable to deny it since he had obviously seen it happen. "I've grown to love it. Some women don't. I'm not sure what it is about oral sex or semen that turns me on so much. Maybe it's because I'm in control. I pretty much decide when my lover cums." Again Allison paused and closed her eyes for a moment as if reliving some encounter. "Jason even taught me to love... love anal sex."

"Anal sex," Chris almost screamed.

Allison flushed. "Yes," she whispered. "I stopped taking the pill a couple of years ago. I figured it didn't matter since Bradley and I weren't having sex anyway. Because of that, Jason couldn't cum in my... uh puss... uh vagina." Allison looked at her son and said, "Are you still okay with this?"

"Go on," he answered quickly.

"Well since I wouldn't let him cum in me, I made up for it by letting him have my ass. At first it was painful, but as I got used to it, I grew to love it." Again Allison paused and looked at her son. She almost thought she saw a look of wonder on his face. "Anyway, we've had sex in my office, in his office, in my car, in his car, almost anywhere you could imagine. The only place we hadn't done it was in my own bed."

"So much for that," Chris said. It was meant to be flippant and light, but it came out angrily.

"I'm sorry about that. I feel so guilty." Allison came back over to the bed and sat down. She took Chris's hand again. "Can you ever forgive me?"

Instead of answering Chris said, "Do you love him?"

Allison got a strange look on her face. "Jason? Of course not. He's happily married with two small kids. It was just sex. You know about that don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"Are... are you and Melissa sexually active?"

Chris barely realized the conversation had turned to him. "Yes... well, in a way."

Allison smiled. "What 'way'?"

"Uh... I mean I do her... you know with my mouth, but she doesn't do me. She gives me hand jobs, but says sucking is dirty." 

"That's a switch. Most of the time it is the other way around. Girls will suck boys, but they won't reciprocate."

"I guess I'm different. I love to do it." Suddenly his face turned red. "This is embarrassing Mom. Guys don't talk to their mother's like this."

Allison smiled again. "Well, let's be different. If you can't talk to your mom, whom can you talk to?" She laughed for the first time. "Chris, I'm sorry again about hitting you. Also, I was out of line calling you that name... you know... pervert. I didn't really mean it. I know that you are a young man with raging hormones so I guess it's not that unusual that you would want to look at me or... or you know... use my panties." It was Allison's turn to turn red. 

Chris's face flushed as well. 

"So where do we go from here?" she asked.

"I'm not going to tell Dad, if that's what you mean."

Allison closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Thank you sweetheart. I'm not going to see Jason any more," she said. Tears formed in her eyes again. "Can I have a hug?" She opened her arms.

Chris scooted forward on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. Suddenly he could feel her soft breasts against his chest and smell the scent of her hair. His penis began to twitch again. By the time they pulled apart, his jogging shorts had a tent in them. 

Allison realized that Chris was uncomfortable and she looked down and saw the reason. She wasn't really surprised to see that he had an erection. She smiled and shook her head as if he were a naughty boy.

"Sorry," Chris said in embarrassment.

"We'll have to talk about that too," she said, glancing down at his groin.

"Uh... sure," he answered, not really sure what "that" meant.

Allison got up to walk out of the room. As she did she turned back to Chris and saw his eyes on her ass. "Is this skirt too tight on me? I think I've gained a little weight," she said as innocently as she could.

"Uh... no, it looks great... I mean... you have a great as... uh... you know... backside."

"Thanks sweetie. You can say ass," she said with a wide smile. She came back over to him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Do you have any interest in going shopping with me? I need some new things." She had her arms on his shoulders and was but inches from his face, looking into his eyes. 

"Yeah, sure," Chris said. "I mean... I don't have anything planned today."

Allison was surprised by his answer because she knew that shopping was the last thing a teenager wanted to do. "Get ready and I will see you downstairs in a few minutes." She kissed him on the lips again, but this time it lasted a little longer... just a second longer than it should have. Then she looked at the small cut on his lip. "I'm sorry about that," she said and touched his lip with her fingers. Then she kissed the spot tenderly, then his lips again. Incredibly, her tongue came out without her thinking and she touched his lips with the tip. When she realized what she had done, she pulled away quickly. Then she looked down again and saw still the throbbing tent in his shorts. She leaned over close to his ear and whispered, "There are some panties in my hamper." But then quickly added, "Actually the red ones that will be there tonight will be fresher." She laughed when Chris's face turned red. She hadn't realized how much fun it was to tease him.

"Mommmmmm!!!" Chris whined, yet his heart was thumping in his chest.

Chapter 6 

Chris and his mother went to the mall that afternoon, stopping in almost every store it seemed. However, strangely, he didn't mind. For the first time in his life he liked shopping. Actually it wasn't the shopping, but rather being with his mother that he liked. He watched her closely, enjoying her shy smiles and flushes of embarrassment as she tried on various outfits. When she would come out of the dressing room with a dress or blouse on, Chris would give thumbs up or down. It became obvious that he preferred the tighter dresses and skirts, as well as the short ones. The beauty of it was that he got to stare at his mother without her being offended. Since the night he had caught her with her lover, he had secretly looked at her whenever he got the opportunity. However, he always had to be careful in fear that she would catch him. Now he could stare without worrying that she would get angry. Not only could he look, but also he could make her turn this way and that to give him a better view from all angles. And, he liked what he saw. Her full breasts and trim hips were like those of a much younger woman. He realized that she had kept herself in very good shape and that she was very sexy. Strangely, it never occurred to him that his mother could be sexy or, God forbid, turn him on. Yet as he sat and watched her try on dresses, slacks, sweaters, blouses and shorts, he found himself getting excited. He had to cross his legs on several occasions to keep her from seeing his growing erection. If she noticed, however, she gave no indication.

Chris particularly liked the dresses at Victoria's Secrets. When his mother came out of the dressing room with a tight red dress on, Chris had to whistle. It was bright red and had thin shoulder strap with a V-cut top, revealing the top of her breasts. However, because it was cut so low, the top of her lacy bra showed. The bodice was form fitting to her breasts and waist, hugging both her hips and well-defined thighs. 

"It's not too tight, is it?" she asked.

"Uh... no," Chris gulped. Then he added boldly, "It looks great on you. But, the bra has to go. Turn around."

Allison turned around and looked back over her shoulder at her son. 




A Mothers Mistakes



Gathering up his courage he said, "Hmm, I think the panties have to go too. You can see the outline."

Allison looked at him with surprise, but then she smiled and said, "Wait." She hurried into the dressing room, returning a couple of minutes later. "What about now?"

Chris felt his heart flutter. He could see that she had removed the bra. Her nipples were hard and poking though the top. "Mu... much better," he stuttered.

"What about this," she said and turned her back to him again.

No panty line. 

Chris couldn't help the erection that grew in his pants when he realized that his mother was naked under the outfit. There was nothing between his eyes and her naked body but the thin dress. Every curve was defined. If she had dimples on her ass cheeks, he would have been able to see them. "Wor... works for me," he said, trying to be cool, as he stared at the smooth backside of his mother.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur to Chris. They went from store to store, sometimes finding something they both liked and sometimes not. Their conversation was light and more like a man and woman rather than mother and son. They people watched, whispering about this guy or that girl. Through it all, Chris noticed that his mother seemed genuinely happy for the first time since he could remember. She smiled a lot and her eyes twinkled like they did before his father's surgery. She somehow seemed content and was warmer to him as well. It wasn't a secret that their relationship had been strained, even before the incident.  

Several hours and multiple shopping bags later, Chris and his mother went to the car. They stopped at a small restaurant and had a late lunch. 

"I must have spent a fortune today," she said. "I don't know what got into me. I normally don't spend a lot of time shopping for clothes."

"I know," Chris said before he thought.

His mother got a pensive look on her face. "I guess I've needed to upgrade my wardrobe for some time huh?"

"Uh... well... yeah," Chris answered uncomfortably.

She reached over and touched his hand. "It's nice to have someone that I care about appreciate it."

Chris saw something in his mother's eyes... some emotion that he couldn't quite identify. He quickly changed the subject.

 As they talked, Chris noticed for the first time the looks that his mother got from men. He realized how attractive she was to other men, and suddenly felt a strange emotion himself. One he was not accustomed to: jealousy! He knew it was crazy... this was his mother, not his girlfriend... but he couldn't shake the feeling. As they left the restaurant, he found himself putting his arm around her waist protectively, maybe to show the guys that she wasn't available.

His mother looked at him with a smile and actually moved closer until he could feel her hip brushing his. His face turned red but he kept his hand around her waist, enjoying the warmth of her skin under the silky material of her top. 

When they arrived home, Allison gave Chris another fashion show. She was like a teenager, trying on each of her outfits again, asking which ones were appropriate for work and which ones were not. Was he sure that this one or that one wasn't too tight or too short? Could he see through the top? And the most loaded question... Does this make me look fat? Chris danced through each question diplomatically. He told her that his favorite dress, the red one, was definitely not appropriate for work. She had taken off her bra and panties again to model it for him. He found himself wondering if she were going to put the panties back on tonight or not.

By the end of the day, Chris was mentally and physically exhausted. He was surprised that shopping could take so much out of him. Maybe it was because he had been on an emotional roller coaster all for a week. He fought the anger in the beginning and now sexual urges that his mother had brought on. Not to mention the jealously that had surprised him so much. 

Later as they sat in the family room with his father, Chris said, "I think I'm going to turn in early Mom."

"Okay sweetie," she said. "I hope I didn't tire you out too much today. Shopping can be very strenuous," she laughed.

"Tell me about it," he returned with a wide smile and kissed her quickly before heading to his room. However, as he got to his door, he glanced at the stairs and then turned and went quickly to his mother's room and into the bathroom. Inside the clothes hamper, he found what he was looking for... a pair of red panties that she had most likely worn today. That was confirmed when he saw that they were still damp. He wondered briefly if his mother had been as excited as he was today. Then he dismissed it and hurried back to his own room where he quickly stripped naked and laid down on the bed. He wrapped the warm silk around his shaft and began an up and down motion with his hand. It took but a few seconds for him to get an erection. 

His thoughts quickly turned to his mother and that red dress... or more specifically, that she had been naked underneath. Then he saw her naked in his mind, posing in front of him. His imagination worked overtime as he envisioned her kneeling on the bed between his legs, her hands on his hard penis, slowly stroking him and her mouth hovering over it, drooling. 

With the panties wrapped around the head he fantasized that it was his mother's mouth caressing him now. As he ran the damp and silky material over the swollen head, he could almost hear the sound of her sucking lips. His hand began to move faster as his excitement increased rapidly. Although he wanted it to last longer, it was impossible. The excitement had been building all day.

"Oh God," he hissed as his body tensed and lifted from the bed. His penis throbbed and began to spit his seed into the air. It flew high and splattered across his chest and down his stomach, hitting with a splat. The spurts were powerful and heavy, spraying his thick cream over a wide area. It seemed that it would never stop. When it finally did, he had sperm all over his chest, hands and the panties, which were still wrapped around his shrinking penis.

A moan of relief and remorse escaped Chris's lips. He looked down at the mess he had made and felt ashamed. Not because he had masturbated, but because it was the thought of his mother that he had made him climax. It was all wrong. He wasn't supposed to feel desire for his own mother. He threw his arm over his eyes as if blocking the light would give him comfort. 

It was at that moment that he heard a light tapping at his door. His eyes flew open and realized that he had not locked the door. A second later it opened and his mother walked in. Chris closed his eyes quickly, willing himself to lie still and pretend to be asleep. He was mortified, but there was nothing he could do except hope that she would leave quickly.

Chris tried to control his breathing as he felt rather than saw his mother's presence. He could tell that she was standing close to the bed, looking at him. He had been caught with her panties wrapped around his penis and his cum splattered all over the place. He was a "pervert".

He could hear her breathing. Taking a chance, he opened his eyes just a fraction and saw the strange sight of his mother staring down at him. Her eyes weren't on his face. 

Allison had a smile on her face as she walked up the stairs to say good night to Chris. She wanted to thank him for a wonderful day. She couldn't remember when she had had such fun or enjoyed conversation so much. When she tapped on the door and heard no answer, she assumed that Chris had dozed off. However, since there was still a light on in the room, she thought that he might not mind her stopping in to kiss him good night again. 

She had barely stepped into the room when she stopped in her tracks. Her hand went to her mouth to cover a gasp of surprise. Her son was lying naked with her panties wrapped around his penis and the obvious results of a recent climax on his chest and stomach. Although she had said that her panties would be in the hamper, it had been a flippant remark and not meant to be taken literally. Allison stood frozen for several moments. She knew that she should just turn and leave but something stopped her, driving her to step closer. Until that moment she had not admitted to herself that being with Chris today had been more than good conversation and shopping... it had been sexually exciting. It started earlier in the day when she had stepped out of the dressing room without panties or bra and saw Chris's surprised look. It brought on a familiar stirring between her legs. As soon as she was back in the dressing room she had to put her panties back on for fear that her juices would be running down her legs. The panties had done the job, although the crotch was soaked within seconds. Now, as she looked at the sight before her, she wished that she had put on another pair after her bath as she could now feel her juices begin to seep from between her rapidly swelling lips. 

With increasing excitement she edged closer, her eyes scanned down her son's well-defined body. She knew that he was athletic and a handsome boy at over six foot one, but it had been some time since she had actually seen him naked... maybe when he was eight or nine. His chest was well developed and his stomach rippled with muscles... now glistening with his sperm. Her eyes moved down to his still large but shrunken penis. It lay curled in her panties, along with the evidence that he had recently climaxed. There was a dribble of juice running from the head. He had obviously fallen asleep moments after his climax. Allison was very familiar with that male trait.

Suddenly she could actually smell the familiar odor of semen. It made her light headed. Her vagina quivered and her legs trembled. She could still see her own wetness on the gusset of the panties twisted around the head of her son's penis. 

Chris could barely breathe. He was afraid that if he took the deep breath that his lungs were demanding his mother would know that he was awake. Through barely closed eyes he watched her, afraid to move a muscle. He expected her to turn and run from the room any second. When she didn't, he began to feel excitement again. While it was embarrassing and mortifying for him to let her see him like this, her reaction or lack of reaction caused an unwanted excitement wash over him 

With muscles tightening, Chris moaned and squirmed on the bed. When his mother still didn't leave he felt his shaft begin to lengthen. As his penis grew, the panties caught on the ridge and followed it to hardness... until they were hanging from the head. Finally he heard a gasp. His shaft pulsed with excitement, matching his heartbeat. Chris watched as his mother's hand reached out to him. 

"Chris honey, wake up," she whispered as her trembling hand touched his shoulder.

Chris had no choice. He opened his eyes and then with a start he gasped, "Mom!" feigning surprise. He quickly reached for a sheet to pull over him. 

"Don't do that," she said, grabbing his hand. "You've obviously had a little accident." A strange look came to her face.

"Mommmm!" Chris moaned, embarrassed beyond belief. 

"Sorry honey, I didn't want to wake you up, but I was afraid that you would mess up the sheets."

Chris's face was beet red now.

"I'll take these back to the hamper," she said and reached for the panties hanging from his penis. Her fingers accidentally touched the hot skin of his shaft and she pulled back like she had been burned. With the panties in her hand she turned on rubbery legs and quickly left the room.

Chris had almost climaxed at the gentle brush of her fingers. He closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to look his mother in the eye again. She was right; he was a pervert.

Chris didn't see his mother rush into the bathroom and use the cum drenched panties to masturbate with.

Chapter 7

Sunday morning Chris came downstairs to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. He found his mother sitting at the table dressed in a tight pink jogging suit that she had bought the day before. She was reading the paper.

Chris walked in quietly and got a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. His mother didn't look at him, hiding her face behind the paper. At that moment he wanted to be anywhere but there. However, he knew that he had to face her sometime. 

"Going jogging?" he asked and saw his mother lower the paper. She had almost a relieved look on her face. It was obvious that she was as uncomfortable he was. 

"Yes, I thought I would. It's sunny and fairly mild outside."

"It's been a pretty mild winter," he answered, making small talk. 

"I hope it continues. What're you doing today?"

"Nothing much. I thought I'd go over to the field and practice with Jeff and Andy."

"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?"

"No, Melissa and I are going to get a pizza and then come back here and watch a movie."

Allison's expression changed almost immediately and she said "Oh... that's nice." However, her voice betrayed her obvious disappointment.

"Well, I guess I'd better get warmed up if I'm going to get my run in this morning." With that Allison stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door leading to the deck. Instead of going outside to do her warm up exercises, she stood at the window and began to stretch. The sun reflecting through the window outlined her trim shape, detailing every curve. 

Chris pretended that he was reading the paper as he ate his cereal. However, he found it difficult to keep his eyes on the print. As he secretly watched, his mother stood with her back to him and bent over to touch her toes. The tight pink jogging sweats stretched over her ass, eventually pulling between her cheeks. It was apparent that she didn't have panties on as each globe shook freely under the stretched cotton. She remained in that position with her fingers touching her toes for several seconds before standing up and then going down again. Chris was almost drooling by the time she had done twenty repetitions. Then she turned sideways and stepped forward with one leg, while stretching the other out behind her. It was a classic exercise to stretch the hamstring muscles. However, Chris wasn't thinking about hamstring muscles. As he watched, forgetting that he was staring, she went through several exercises, turning this way and that, acting oblivious to her staring son. Finally she opened the door and turned to him

"Bye," she said with a knowing smile.

Chris let out the breath he had been holding.

It was after seven that evening when Chris came home from the pizza parlor with Melissa. 

"Hi Mom," he said.

"Hi Mrs. Hudson," Melissa said.

"Hello Melissa. It's nice to see you," Allison said. The greeting was without warmth in her voice as she almost glared at the pretty teenager with her son. She was wearing an impossibly short skirt and a tight blue sweater. Her nipples were already hard and poking through, showing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Allison wondered if she was wearing panties... probably not.

"Where's Dad?"

"You're father's upstairs in his study."

Chris smiled. "We're going into the family room to watch a movie," Chris said, holding up a video. Then he turned and smiled at his date. "See you later Mom," he added and ushered his date quickly down the hall and into the family room. However, he didn't miss the look his mother gave Melissa. 

The lights were out in the family room, the movie had long ago ended and the TV was off. 

"Mmmm," Melissa murmured as Chris's hand snaked under her sweater. Their lips were pressed together with their tongues dueling. 

Chris pulled away. "I love your tits," he whispered as his hand covered one large orb. He found her nipples and began to play with them. 

"Oh God that's making my pussy leak," Melissa hissed. "Suck them."

Chris didn't have to be told twice. He pushed the sweater up and freed both large breasts. His head dropped and he took one hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on that one for a long time before moving to the other.

"God you're so good with your mouth."

That was the signal that Chris was waiting for. He knew what she wanted. His lips went back to hers and he kissed her hard. She was breathless and squirming on the sofa when the kiss ended. "Suck me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy."

"I'd love to. Will... will you... will you do me then?" he asked hesitantly. They had had this conversation many times before.

"You know that I don't do that," she said.

"But I always do you. Come on Melissa, I won't cum in your mouth."

Melissa fell silent for a moment. "You know what Billy Anderson did to me."

Chris knew. He had heard it a hundred times. Billy had forced Melissa to suck him and shot his cum down her throat. But that was over a year ago. "I know, but I'm not Billy."

Again Melissa was quiet. "If you promise not to cum in my mouth."

Chris almost leaped off the sofa. "I promise," he agreed quickly.

"All right, but you have to eat me good," she said and smiled.

In a flash Chris slid to his knees in front of Melissa. He looked up at her with a big smile on his face and pushed her tiny skirt up her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted up, letting him push her skirt to her waist. Chris looked between her legs and gasped. She wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was already dripping. It was dark in the room, as it always was when he ate her... Melissa preferred it that way... but he could still see the soft down of her pubic hair and the glint of juice. 

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Chris began to imagine that it wasn't Melissa's vagina he was glaring at... it was his mother's. His already hard penis pulsed in his pants as his shaking hands slid up her thighs, pushing them wider. He used his thumbs to open her swollen lips, revealing the pink inner flesh. As his mouth moved forward, he could see the shaven lips of his mother's sex. His mouth watered.

"Oh yes," Melissa gasped as Chris's mouth found her lips. "Suck me, suck me, suck me," she gasped.

Chris didn't hear her. All he could think of was the fat and sexy lips that he knew were between his mother's legs. 

Melissa's hips lifted from the sofa and her legs flew up to wrap around his shoulders. 

Chris was imprisoned in her warm flesh. Her thighs covered his ears as her sex lips spread across his cheeks. He sucked the inner lips first before he plunged his tongue deep into her juicy hole. His head began to spin from taste as he lost himself between her legs. He loved to eat pussy... it was that simple. However this time, with the thoughts of his mother in his head, it was better than ever. 

"Oh God," Melissa gasped as Chris found her clit. It only took her a minute to climax. She squeezed her legs tight and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to her convulsing sex.

Chris barely noticed. Even as her climax waned, he continued to suck her. 

Three or four climaxes later, Melissa pushed Chris's head from between her legs. "Whew," she gasped as her legs fell from his shoulders.

With a dazed look on his face, Chris sat back, running the back of his hand across his dripping mouth. For a moment he was disoriented. He looked up and saw Melissa looking strangely at him.

"God, what got into you?" she asked. "You're always good, but that was incredible."

Obviously Chris wasn't going to tell her that he had been thinking of his mother. He said, "It's because you're going to suck me." It was a good answer.

"Oh," Melissa said, remembering her promise.

Chris moved up to the sofa and unzipped his pants, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

With a sigh of resignation, Melissa reached over and grasped his rampant penis. 

Suddenly the room light flashed on. "Oh, I'm sorry," Allison said. "I didn't know that you were still here Melissa."




A Mothers Mistakes



"Mom!!!" Chris screamed.

Melissa's eyes grew wide and she froze. Her sweater was still above her breasts, her legs were spread and her skirt was around her waist. With her sex still swollen and wet, and saliva on her thighs, it was obvious what they had been doing. 

"Mrs. Hudson!" Melissa screamed. The young girl jumped up, pushing her skirt down and trying to cover her breasts. She ran out of the room toward the safety of the bathroom.

Chris struggled to get his pants up his thighs. "Mom, what are you doing?" he screamed angrily.

"I'm so sorry sweetie. I thought you had gone up to bed," she lied.

"Jesus Christ." The words spit from his lips. He buckled his belt and hurried past his mother. By the time he got to the bathroom, Melissa had fixed her clothing and was heading for the door. "Melissa," he said reaching for her.

"Don't!" she hissed, shrugging her shoulders away from him. She turned and hurried out of the house. 

"I'll take you home," Chris yelled after her.

"Don't bother. I'll call my sister." 

The door slammed in Chris's face.

Chris turned and stomped up the stairs to his room. He couldn't believe what his mother had done. He was as angry as he had ever been.

Chris was still seething as he lay on the bed. He heard a tapping on his door and knew that it was his mother. He didn't answer, but he had left the door unlocked. 

It opened slowly.

"Chris," Allison said as she peeked into the room.

Chris didn't acknowledge her as he continued to lie on the bed with a sheet across his waist. He didn't have a shirt on and his hands were behind his head with his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Allison came into the room. "Chris," she whispered again as she walked over to the bed. "I'm sorry."

Chris's eyes, flashing daggers, turned to her. He clenched his teeth and said, "Sure you are Mother. You're sorry you ruined everything. Are you trying to destroy my life? I'll be the laughing stock all over school now."

Allison suddenly felt bad. But not as bad as she should have. She sat gently on the bed next to Chris. She conjured up a tear in her eye. "I am sorry. I thought you and Melissa had left."

"That's a lie mother. You knew that we were still there. Why did you do it?" Suddenly Chris knew the answer; she was jealous. However, he didn't realize that her jealousy was aimed at Melissa. "You're jealous," he said. "I screwed up your love nest with Jason and you wanted to punish me."

"That's not true!" Allison responded truthfully, fighting her own anger at his mention of Jason. "I told you it was an accident."

"Right!" Chris paused before he said, "I'd finally talked her into... into... suc... oh fuck it!"

"Chris, don't talk to me like that!" Allison said, raising her voice.

Chris grew silent, looking up at the ceiling again and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly he opened them again when he felt his mother's hand on his thigh. He could feel electricity from of her hand through the thin sheet. In spite of his anger, his penis began to harden.

"I am sorry Chris. I shouldn't have done it," she said, calling on as much remorse as she could find. Her hand began to move idly on Chris's thigh, squeezing and caressing him gently. "I wish I could make it up to you."

Suddenly the room grew thick with tension.

Chris was afraid that his mother would be able to hear his heartbeat. His penis was now fully erect and pulsing, making a tent in the sheets. It hadn't taken much to make him stiff, as he was still excited from eating Melissa. In fact, he could still smell her and taste her on his lips.

Allison's fingers grasped the sheet and began to slowly pull it down.

Both of them watched as the sheet moved over his waist, revealing his white boxer briefs with the bulge in the center. There was already a large wet spot on the cotton from earlier activity 

When the sheet was at his knees, Allison's hand went back to his thigh, this time touching the bare flesh. Her fingernails gently scratched him in a circular motion.

Chris felt the blood rushing to his head. He watched as his mother's soft hand continued to crawl up his thigh and then over the pulsing tent in his shorts. "Oh Jesus," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his covered shaft. 

Without a word, Allison began to slowly move her hand up and down, sliding the wet cotton material over the long shaft.

Chris's mouth was open and he was gasping for breath. 

Allison scooted closer to her son until she was close enough to lean over him. Her eyes met his. "I want to make it up to you," she whispered as her lips moved closer still.

It almost appeared to Chris that his mother was going to kiss him. Then she did. Her lips touched his and his eyes closed. He couldn't believe it. His mother had her hand wrapped around his cock and was kissing him. Without a conscious thought, his mouth opened and her tongue entered. "Mmmm," Chris moaned and his arms came from behind his head and around his mother's back. Suddenly their lips were devouring each other's. A vague thought occurred to Chris... he still had Melissa's pussy juice on his lips... he wondered if she could taste it. The thought thrilled him and almost made him climax.

Allison pressed her braless breast to her son's chest. Her chest was heaving up and down with her own excitement.

Chris didn't know where he was anymore... he was floating somewhere warm and wonderful... someplace he never thought he would ever go. Suddenly he felt his mother's hand searching for the waist of his shorts. Her fingers tickled his stomach as they slipped underneath. "Mmmmpppphhhh!!!" he gasped into her mouth as her warm hand encircled the hot flesh of his penis. 

"Mmmmm," it was Allison's turn to moan. Her hand squeezed his long shaft as her tongue plunged in and out of her son's mouth. She was lost in the sensation as well.

It didn't take long for Chris to feel his crisis nearing. His almost overflowing balls churned in their sacks, demanding release. He could feel it coming. He could feel his hot juice begin the journey up the shaft and wanted to warn his mother, but he couldn't bear to pull his mouth form her soft and searching lips. Instead he moaned louder.

When Allison felt him tense, she pulled her lips from his. "That's it. That's it, cum for me," she whispered as her hand moved faster. 

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Chris gasped as his cum began to rocket from the head of his shaft. It blasted from the slit and across his mother's pumping hand. Pulse after pulse sent his thick cream into his shorts.

Finally when the last drop was squeezed from his deflating penis, Allison pulled her hand from under his shorts. It was covered in her son's sticky cream. She looked at him and stood up. "I'm sorry I messed up your evening with Melissa."

Chris's mouth was open again, like a fish out of water. He watched his mother leave.

Allison stepped out of the room and fell against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had just done... or how exciting it had been. She tried to chastise herself but the excitement still running though her veins wouldn't allow it. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. 

A million things were running though her head. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Had she really jerked her own son off? When she lifted her hand and saw his thick cream on her fingers she knew that it was true. She could even smell it. With a quiet moan, almost a whine, she brought the fingers to her lips. She rubbed the warm juice across her suddenly dry lips before bringing her tongue out to taste it. With a louder moan she began to lick the juice from between her fingers. Suddenly, when she swallowed, tremors began to rush through her. Her legs began to shake and finally gave out. Her body slipped down the wall until she hit the floor on her butt. An incredible climax rushed through her.

Chapter 8

The jangling alarm awoke Chris with a start the following morning. He had fallen asleep right after his mother left. It took him a moment to clear his head. When he did, the events of the previous night rushed back to him. He remembered Melissa's anger, but far stronger was the memory of what his mother had done. He could still feel her lips on his and her hand on his cock. When he looked down, he could see the sperm that had dried on his penis and pubic hair. His penis twitched and threatened to start to grow. 

He had to get up for school and dragged himself from the bed to the shower.

A few minutes later, feeling refreshed, he went downstairs. He saw his Dad at the breakfast table as usual reading the newspaper. His mother was at the stove fixing pancakes. With great trepidation he entered the kitchen. 

"Morning Dad... Mom." His father said good morning without looking over the paper. His mother turned around and looked at him. There was a look of concern on her face. Chris stared at her blankly. He wasn't sure how she felt about last night... he wasn't entirely sure how he felt. In spite of being uncomfortable, he found himself thinking about his mother's kiss and how soft her lips felt. A slight smile crossed his lips. Then he saw his mother smile. They both looked at his father, but he wasn't paying attention. 

Allison walked over with a stack of pancakes and sat them on the table. "Are you and Melissa doing anything tonight for Valentine's Day."

Chris was surprised by the question. He had a reservation for dinner with her, but figured that it wasn't going to happen. "I'm not sure. After last... uh... I'm not sure she is going to be able to make it now."

"That's too bad. I'm sure you're Dad didn't have anything planned for us tonight." Allison glanced at Bradley and saw his eyes look over the paper at her. 

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Do you want to do anything?"

"No that's fine," she said. But it wasn't fine. However, it was expected. She looked at Chris again. "Well, if Melissa blows you off," she smiled at her use of words, "I'm available... and I have that pretty new red dress to wear."

Chris though of the dress and remembered how his mother looked in it. "Uh... thanks Mom... I guess I'll find out today."

"Well, give me a call and let me know as early as you can."

"Sure," Chris said as he dug into a stack of pancakes. Suddenly he hoped that Melissa was still mad at him.

At school, Chris found Melissa at her locker. "Hey," he said.

She looked at him with a scowl and didn't respond as she pulled books from her locker. 

"Listen, I'm sorry about last night... it was an accident." When she still didn't respond he said, "Are you going to talk to me anymore?"

Melissa sighed and turned to him. "Last night was... was the worst night of my life. I can never even look in your mother's face again."

"She's cool with it now."

"But I'm not. It's too creepy. I think we need to take a break."

"Fine," Chris said. "If that's the way you feel."

"That's the way I feel," Melissa said as she stormed away in a huff.

She didn't see the smile on Chris's face as he dialed his cell phone.

"I'm almost ready," Allison said when Chris knocked on her bedroom door.

"I'll be downstairs. We have ten minutes to get to the restaurant." Chris left his mother's door and went downstairs. He saw his father in the living room.

"Thanks for taking your Mom out for me Chris. I guess I screwed up again," his father said.

"No problem Dad. I don't have a date tonight anyway."

"Well, you got me out of a jam and I appreciate it. However, the truth is, she would probably rather go out with you then me. I'm an incredible bore." He walked over and put a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.

"Uh thanks," he said pocketing the cash.

At that point Chris heard something behind him and turned around. His eye opened wide when he saw his mother standing there in her new red dress. Her hair was freshly styled... almost like she had gone to the beauty salon today... and she had a pretty shade of lipstick on that matched her dress. The greenish eye shadow she was wearing emphasized the gray/green tint to her eyes. The dress was even sexier than he remembered. The bodice was cut low, revealing the soft swells of her cleavage. It hugged her hips and came down only to the upper portion of her thighs. She had on either pantyhose or nylons, Chris couldn't tell which. On her feet were matching shoes and she carried a red purse. 

"Do you still like it?" Allison said, spinning around and giving him the rear view. 

Chris's breath was taken away. It was obvious that she didn't have anything on underneath... just like at the clothing store. That answered another question... nylons, not pantyhose. He felt a tingling between his legs.

"That looks very nice sweetheart," Bradley said. Then he went back to reading the paper.

Allison rolled her eyes at Bradley, looked at her son and then shook her head in exasperation. "We'd better get going. Don't wait up for us Bradley," she added as she took her son's arm and they walked out of the room.

Bradley's response was a grunt.

Chris couldn't remember ever being as excited to go on a date in his life. And he did consider it a date. He had the prettiest girl... woman... in the world on his arm. When they entered the restaurant, he noticed the envious stared of the men, and some of the women. He walked his mother proudly to the table and they sat down. 

Allison ordered a glass of wine for her and a coke for Chris. Then she turned to him. "Chris, I wanted to say how sorry I was about walking in on you and Melissa. It was out of line and I shouldn't have done it. I hope you can forgive me."

Chris looked at his pretty mother and his heart melted. Her eyes were like pools of water and he found himself drowning in them. "Actually Mom, I would rather be here with you than Melissa."

"You don't have to say that. I know you would rather be with your girlfriend then you old Mom."

"First of all mother, you're far from old. Actually I would say that you are in you're prime." He remembered their conversation about when women reach their sexual peak.

"Thank you sweetheart, that's what every woman wants to hear.

"Second, Melissa isn't my girlfriend anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she lied.

"It's for the best. She was just a taker... always wanting me to do things to her, but never reciprocating."

Allison reached over and grabbed her son's hand. "Some women are like that. They don't realize what they have until it's gone." She stared into his eyes with meaning. "Anyway, I know that she was a... a sexual outlet for you at least."

"Mommm"," Chris complained and his face colored.

"Call me Allison tonight... please."

"All right Allison." Chris smiled. "Anyway, she always wanted me to... to... you know, use my mouth on her, but never did it to me." Chris paused and looked around, lowering his voice. "The truth is, I love to do it. The other night she said she was finally going to do me before yo... well, before she left."

"Sorry again," Allison said and smiled shyly.

"Like I said, I'd rather be with you anyway. Did I tell you how good that dress looks on you."

"Yes you did. But you can tell me as often as you want. It's a little tight... and these shoulder straps don't stay up all the time." 

One of the straps had fallen down her arm to her elbow. It allowed the right corner of her bodice to slip lower. 

"I'm afraid something is going to pop out if I'm not careful."

Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled in answer.

As the evening wore on, Allison continued to drink wine until she was feeling lightheaded. She didn't seem to pay as much attention to the strap of her gown either. 

However, Chris did. He watched as more and more of her breast was revealed until he could almost see the brown of her nipple. At one point, she laughed and the remaining cover slipped lower, letting the entire nipple pop free. Chris stared and swallowed hard. His mother didn't seem to notice. But when he saw the waiter coming he whispered, "Mom, you're... you're showing."

Allison looked down and giggled, then she casually pulled the strap back up her arm. 

When the waiter had brought their food and left, there was a pause in the conversation. As Chris ate his steak, he felt his mother's foot touch his pant leg. He thought it was an accident until in went under the leg to touch his bare leg. It wasn't an accident and she didn't have her shoe on. Chris' penis, which had become hard when he saw his mother's nipple, pulsed in his pants. 

They ate their meal in relative silence. When the bill was paid... Allison insisted on paying... Chris took his mother's arm and led her to the car. When he was in the driver's seat, he put the key into the ignition and started the car. 

"Chris," Allison said leaning toward her son, "I want to tell you what a wonderful Valentine's Day this has been. I can't ever remember a better one." She reached over and placed her hand on her son's cheek. Then she leaned toward him and brought her lips to his.

Chris moaned as their lips mashed together. He felt his mother's tongue on his lips and opened to let it in. Then he pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. It was her turn to moan as she sucked on it. His hand touched her shoulder, feeling the errant shoulder strap under his fingers. Deftly he pushed it to the side until it slipped down her arm. With that, the right side of her bodice fell, uncovering not only her nipple, but also the entire breast. If Allison knew it, she gave no indication as the kiss went on for a long time. 

When they parted, Allison smiled at her son. "Thanks," she said again. Then she sat back in her seat with her breast still uncovered.

Chris wasn't sure if he should tell her or not. Then he decided to just let it alone. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. As he did, he felt his mother's hand on his thigh. When he looked at her, she was staring forward and there was a contented smile on her face. Then he looked down and saw her exposed breast and excitement rushed through him. For the rest of the trip, Chris could barely keep the car on the road. His eyes were constantly drawn to her mother's partial nudity. He could plainly see her soft white breast highlighted by the streetlights as they passed. Several times, cars pulled up along side of them and he was tempted to tell her. However, his youthful horniness won out.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Chris got out and opened the door for his mother. 

"Oops," Allison said as she got out. "I guess I'm exposing myself," she said as if she hadn't realized it.

"Don't pull it up for me," Chris joked.

"All right," she said and left the breast uncovered as they walked to the house.

Chris was beside himself with excitement now. He didn't know what was going to happen when they got inside, but he was ready to explode. 

When they reached the door, Allison turned to Chris and pressed her naked breast to him. "Kiss me," she whispered. 

He did, long and hard. His hands wrapped around her back and he pulled her to him. As his mother's tongue entered his mouth, his hands slid down her back until they were on her thinly covered ass cheeks. He paused, waiting for admonishment. What he got was a moan. He squeezed her soft cheeks, confirming that she didn't have panties on. He almost shot his load as he pressed his hard shaft to his mother's stomach.

"We had better get off the porch before someone sees us," Allison said with a giggle. 

As Chris opened the door, Allison tripped and they both stumbled into the house. 

Allison giggled loudly and leaned against Chris. The she put her finger to her lips and said, "Shhhhh." She giggled again and reached down to take her high heels off. "There. Now I should be able to walk."

Chris was too excited to even answer.