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Mother's Helper

By: julybear7



My take on an old, common theme. Next part in a couple, three weeks. All fiction, everyone screwing over 18. Signed comments get answers. Most anon comments, considered. Enjoy. Jb7

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Paul Tomkins,22, picked up his books and headed out of his bedroom to go down and start breakfast. He was a couple of steps past his mother's open door when she called to him. "Paul?"

He turned back and entered her room. She turned to look at him while she inserted the earring post through the lobe of her ear. "I'm going to meet Sally for dinner after work. Will you be okay on your own tonight?"

Paul looked at his mother. Like him, she was tall, slender. She wore her honey colored hair in a shaggy bob that framed a face most men would classify as pretty. Her eyes were a light brown, almost caramel colored, against a natural peaches and cream complexion. At the moment, she was wearing only a pair of white nylon bikini panties, which did little to hide full muff she wore, trimmed, but topped by a thin spire of dark hair which reached almost to her navel. She bore smallish, medium sized breasts, capped by pale brown areolas, nipple buds just barely visible. Her trim waist was set off by her hips and relatively flat butt. 

That she was essentially naked was not unusual. It had been just the two of them since he could remember. Rita had given birth to Rick while still a junior in high school. He was the result of a stolen afternoon with her then current boyfriend, during which they finished a quart of Sangria left over from a party his parents had thrown the night before. For both of them, it had been their first time. 

Her father, a doctor and a lay minister in their church, would not allow her to terminate the pregnancy. By the time Paul was due, she had made up her mind to keep him.

She had dropped out of high school during her pregnancy and completed her schooling at home, while taking care of him, supported by her parents. She completed the requirements for her GED by the end of summer following the graduation of her friends. She entered the community college and took a reduced load, including night classes, while she worked as a clerk in a grocery store, to earn her RN certification. 

When Paul started school, she started taking classes while she worked at the hospital, and, by the time he was in fourth grade, had earned her BSN. Until Paul graduated from high school, she had received some financial help from his grandparents on both sides. Her parents had also helped with babysitting while she went to school, allowing her and Paul to live on their own.

She had taken a job in her father's practice when Paul was twelve, and, by the time Paul was in high school, obtained her Nurse Practitioner status. As such, she was usually the first or second professional new patients saw. Sally, one of the medical assistants in the large practice, was also a single mom, with two teenage daughters, now 18 and 17-years old. 

They had started working in the office about the same time. The same age, and in similar family situations, they had become close friends. School demands and the age difference had kept Paul and the girls from being any more than friendly acquaintances.

"Yeah," he answered his mother. "I'll stop and get me a turkey to roast up, or maybe a tenderloin. I'll have to see what catches my fancy."

Rita laughed. "There's a meatloaf all put together in the fridge, if you want, or there's the stew from this weekend. And, of course, there's always bacon and eggs."

"I'll be fine. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine; why do you ask?"

"Except when it's time for your period, you don't usually put underwear on until you start to dress, and your period isn't due for a week or so."

"My son keeps track of my menstrual cycle?"

"It helps contain the fights if I know when not to broach some topics."

Rita laughed. "Some day, some lucky woman is going to have a very smart husband. It's just a mild UTI. When I get to the office, I'll phone in a scrip for Cipro. Would you be able to pick it up for me?" She turned to start getting dressed.

"No problem. You be late?"

"No, it's just dinner. Sally has to be home to talk to the girls. She's been seeing a dentist for almost six months and they think it's time to expose the families to each other more. He has a daughter, 15, I think she said. He's met Patti and Diane, but she hasn't told them about how serious it's become. They want to be able to trade overnights without the kids feeling abandoned." She looked at her son. "How would you feel if I started having men spend the night?"

"Pretty much, it would depend on the man and how I felt about him. If I thought he was right for you, I'd say it was past time. If I didn't think he was right, unless I knew it was just for sex for you, I'd raise all sorts of hell when he wasn't here to let you know I thought he was the wrong guy."

"You wouldn't care if I was out, what do you guys call it, sport fucking?"

"That would imply you were out there every night, Mom, spreading you legs for whoever you could pick up. That would definitely be a problem for me, but, if you were dating a variety of guys and one stayed overnight on a weekend and rarely showed up again, your choice, that wouldn't bother me. 

"You're still young, attractive, and, usually, fun to be around. The question should be, why aren't you?"

"Why aren't I what?"

"Dating, enjoying the attention of the opposite sex?"

Rita heaved a huge sigh. "Inertia, lack of practice, lack of opportunity, lack of candidates. Take your pick." She turned back to her dressing table. "Oh, look at the time! You'd better hurry!"

"Oy! See you tonight. Have a good day."

Paul, a teaching assistant for Experimental Psych Lab 115, swore as his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He was setting up a complicated maze for the week's lab assignment, and it needed to be ready for class tomorrow. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the incoming phone number, his mom. He'd call her back later.

The phone stopped vibrating as he put it back in his pocket, only to start again almost immediately. He checked the caller ID again. This time it was the University Hospital. He answered the call. "Paul Tomkins. Yes, I'm her son. Is there a problem? No, my father is gone; what is the problem? Is my mother okay? I'm just across campus; I'll be right there."

Rita had been interviewing a new patient, getting their medical history, which had seemed unremarkable until they had a seizure. She had been taking vital signs and had just turned around to record them when the patient, a young woman, suffered a severe tonic-clonic seizure (once known as Grand Mal seizures), falling into Rita, knocking her down, face forward. 

Rita was able to break their fall thanks to her parachute reflex, but the weight of both of them on her wrists was too much, and resulted in a severe sprain to both arms. She would be unable to use her hands for at least three weeks.

Paul arrived just as the doctor was finishing the plaster cast, which extended from the middle of her fingers to her elbow. "Plaster?"

"You must be Paul, her son. I talked to you on the phone. Yes, plaster. I don't want any movement in the wrist for the next ten days. I realize that is going to complicate her life, but better for ten days than the rest of her life, don't you agree?"

"You're the doc. Hey, Mom. Looks like you'll be home for dinner after all."

"Looks like it. And for the next several days. I need you to call Sally and let her know I'll be home. When she left, they were thinking about admitting me."

"Which is still a good idea," the doctor interjected. "Are you sure you will have adequate help at home?"

"Paul?" his mother asked, looking at him. "It's going to be you, and it will get messy. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I `handled' it over the summer working at the CP group homes. I had to help both men and women in the bathroom several times. And it's not like I haven't seen a naked woman, Mom, or touched one. The awkward part, which I'm sure will pass once we've been through it, is that it's you. Once we get past that, it should be a piece of cake." The doctor shrugged. "Okay, but if you have any problems, call me. Maybe we can arrange for a home health aide."

"That won't be necessary, doc. If she doesn't mind me, I'll spank her like she used to do me." The words were out before Paul realized the implication. Only when the doctor coughed and his Mom gasped, did he realize how his statement could be interpreted. He blushed and started to say something, but the doctor had left cubicle. "God, Mom! I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"I know, sweetie. I think you just made his day. Go get the car. It's in the lot across from the Medical Office Building, in the third or fourth row, near the end by the boulevard. And don't forget Sally."

On his way to get the car, he got in touch with Sally and passed on his mother's message. She asked if it would be okay if she stopped after work. Remembering his mother's meatloaf comment, he invited her for dinner. She asked if he was sure; he told her what was planned. She laughed and accepted. 

He called the Experimental Psych teacher and explained the situation, saying he would be unavailable for the rest of this week and all of next. The professor told him not to worry, to take care of his family. Paul explained where he was in constructing the maze, mostly done. A few minutes later he was back at the ER, picking up his mother.

On the ride home, Rita was quiet, contemplating how she would react the first time Paul had to assist her in the bathroom. Over the eighteen years since she had moved out of her parents' house, she had dated a few times, but had not let any man get beyond an over the clothes boob squeeze. While she pleasured herself a couple of times a week, no man had touched her since she learned she was pregnant. And now, her son...

It wasn't unusual for them to see each other nude, nor for them to exchange hugs, or kisses on the cheek; just not at the same time. It had never been a rule, but there had never been any touching while one or the other of them was nude. But now...She wasn't sure which of them would be more embarrassed. Sure Paul had provided personal care to some disabled adults while working for a service agency, but their mother-son relationship was a huge complicating factor. 

"Penny for your thoughts." His voice broke into her reverie.

She briefly thought about dissembling with the non-committal "nothing," but she had seldom lied to him, especially about important issues. "I was just wondering how this is going to work. Blotting the vulva of a client, or cleaning her butt after a BM isn't quite the same as providing those services to your mother, regardless of how often we've seen each other nude."

"Are you worried about my reaction, or your own?"

"Both, frankly. I suppose I should be glad that you are an adult, and should be able to handle those tasks without being traumatized that you have to touch `your mother' `down there.'" She laughed. "At the same time, as I am sure you are aware, from our conversation this morning, it has been a long time since anyone other than my OB/GYN has touched me there."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be gentle," Paul said, the smile plain in his voice. 

"You little shit," Rita replied, laughing. "It's a good thing I have these casts on or I'd hit you over the head."

"Yeah, but then, if you didn't, you wouldn't need to." He pulled into their driveway. "I had a thought. How would you feel about going around the house commando, in a mini skirt, or short semi-full skirt, like that red and brown plaid one? Then when you need to pee, you can pull up your own skirt, probably, and just let the area air dry. The only time you'll need my service is after a BM and when you take a bath."

"Sounds workable, if disgusting. We can try it when this infection quiets down. Right now, we need to hurry, all this talk about toileting...I need to go."

Paul got his mother to the powder room off the kitchen, and lowered the slacks and panties she wore. He closed the door to give her some privacy while she emptied her water. When she called him, he went in and kneeled to remove her shoes, pants and panties. Then he grabbed some paper and reached in to blot the excess urine from around her labia. As he touched her, she flinched. He was immediately aware of the hard rod that was her clitoral shaft under her skin.

Dropping the soiled paper, he lightly stroked the rod, asking his mother, "Would you like some help with this?"

Rita sucked in her breath. This was exactly what she had been afraid would happen. Much as she wanted to say no, his fingers were so inviting, and he was barely touching her, she knew. Against her better judgment, and almost against her will, she lifted her arms to Paul's shoulders and pulled his cheek to hers as she nodded.

Resting his two middle fingers so they bracketed the rod, he began a light massage along the hidden shaft. His stroke reached down to the mouth of her lady where he picked up some of her own moisture to lubricate his fingers. He heard her breathing increase in frequency, then stop as she tensed every muscle in her body. Suddenly the tension released and she sat there shaking, thrusting her hips into his hand. "No...no...more. Stop now," she panted out, whispering, when he showed no sign of slowing or stopping his clit massage.

"Thank you, sweetie, that was, mmm. I haven't come that fast in a long time. I..."

"If you'd like, we could do it again later, in a more comfortable setting." 

"Paul! What are you suggesting?" Rita asked, her tone anything but pleased. 

Paul rocked back on his heels, surprised. "Mom, you are a young, attractive, no, beautiful woman. Much too young to live like a nun, which is what you've been doing for as long as I can remember. All I'm suggesting is, that since this situation seems to arouse you a little, that you acknowledge that and take advantage of the situation to allow a little enjoyment into your life."

"By letting my son jill me off? And what would you get out of it? Would you be looking for some kind of reciprocal service? What, since I can't use my hands? A blow job? A fuck?"

He had never seen her so upset. She seldom swore, let alone use language like he had just heard. He was surprised she even knew the words.

The hurt was plain on his face and in his voice. "Would you believe me if I told you I hadn't even thought about that, what I would get out of it. I was thinking about you. You always think of me first, and take care of yourself after you've seen to my needs. I guess I would have done the same thing. Seen that you were satisfied, then take care of my needs the best way `I' could," he replied, emphasizing the I.

"This is obviously upsetting you. Forget I said anything. Lets go get you changed. Sally is going to stop and have dinner with us. I'll put the meatloaf on and some potatoes, along with a salad. Okay."

Tears started down Rita's cheeks. Her son had made her feel better than she had since before she could remember and she had yelled at him, partly out of fear, partly shame. If she was honest with herself, she wanted what he was offering, even what she had suggested.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I shouldn't have got upset like that. Or accuse you of wanting to have sex with me. It's just that it has been over 22 years since anybody has done that for me. And to have you offer to do it again...the mother in me wants to run away screaming, but I have to confess, the woman...I am tempted to say yes, let's, but you say Sally is coming." 

She looked at the gobsmacked expression on her son's face and smiled. "And you have class in the morning, don't you?" She put her arm up. "Help me up so we can get me changed." As she stood she moved into Paul's arms, one arm around his waist, the other around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. "Thank you,'" she whispered in his ear, then caressed it with her tongue.

Sally was a short, plump, cute blonde with shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a full BB bust with hips to match, emphasizing an unbelievably thin waist. She greeted Paul with a hug and kiss on his cheek. Over dinner, which she and Paul took turns feeding Rita, to their delight and her annoyance, she and Rita discussed approaches to telling the girls about the change in her relationship with Harry, the guy she was dating.

Toward the end of the meal, Sally asked, "What do you think, Paul?"

"Have the girls met him and his daughter?"

"Yes, once over the summer, we had a joint family picnic at the beach."

"How did everyone get along?"

"Pretty much okay. Dottie, his daughter, pretty much just sat all day, her arms around her knees, watching everyone. She didn't even change to a swim suit. Harry and Diane got along okay, and I thought Patti was going to be okay, but she seemed to avoid Harry after we ate."

"And since then?"

"When she knows he's coming to pick me up, she goes to her room, and if he is going to spend any amount of time, she..." Sally stopped, thinking. "I think I need to talk to my daughters, and I have a hunch some one should talk to Dottie. Thank you , Paul. If I'm right, you have saved me from a horrible mistake."

After Sally left, Paul started cleaning up, making certain his mother was settled in the living room, her choice of movie playing.

Sally headed straight home. As soon as she was in the door, she called her daughters into the kitchen. "Girls, I need to have a very important discussion with you. I want the truth, no matter how much you think it might hurt me. Do you understand?" Both girls nodded, their faces solemn.

"Patti, why don't you like Harry. Every time he comes around, you have to leave. I need to know why."

Patti dropped her eyes, then raised them to see the very concerned look on her mother's face. "At the picnic, when we were cleaning up, and you took some dishes away to wash, he tried to," she hesitated, "touch me, feel me up."

"You're sure, he wasn't just being playful, or friendly."

"Mom! I know when a guy is kidding, and when he isn't going to take no for an answer. Harry wasn't going to stop until he had his hands inside my bra, and he was almost there when you came back. Not to mention he had me trapped against the table so I couldn't move and was trying to stick his fat tongue in my mouth."

Sally looked at Diane, silent tears coursing down her cheeks. "What is it, baby?"

"He did it to me, too, last week. Patti was gone. I was doing my homework in the dining room, and you were upstairs, getting ready. He came in and started rubbing my shoulders, telling me what a good girl I was, studying so hard. Pretty soon his hands were inside the collar of my blouse, and then under my bra strap and headed down, When you came downstairs. He jerked his hands out so fast, he pulled my bra up."

"Thank you, Paul," Sally whispered. Aloud, she asked Diane, "Do you ever see his daughter in school?"

"Sometimes, at lunch, or in the library. Why?"

Sally took a big, deep breath, said a small, silent prayer, and answered. "At the time, I just thought Dottie was shy, maybe a little upset still over her parents' breakup. A conversation this afternoon, pointing out, or rather suggesting the reason for Patti's avoiding Harry, made me think of another reason for the way she was acting. Diane, I want you to find a way to talk to her someplace private, and ask her if Harry is touching her inappropriately.

"The chances are she will deny it, but you will be able to tell by her reaction to the question. If he isn't, she will probably look at you like you are crazy, and/or get mad. If he is, even if she denies it, she will act guilty, as if it is her fault. If you get a sense he is touching her, ask her if she wants to go talk to the nurse, and stay with her."


Mother's Helper Ch. 01



Chapter 1 - A very personal goodnight

High school graduation was one of the main events in Janice's town. She was proud that Matthew, her son, was graduating, and proud about how well he'd turned out – even after she'd divorced. She knew how much the girls were attracted to him. He had a cute face, a great body and he was smart and sweet. If she were a young girl, she'd want him herself. The thought of his impending departure for college in the fall made her unsettled.

At eighteen, Matthew was the man of the house, since Janice felt uncomfortable as the household authority, and since Matt was so mature. At 5'8", he wasn't tall, nor was he big-shouldered, but like his mother, he was exceptionally well proportioned. He had strong shoulders and arms, smooth amber skin, gorgeous green eyes, light brown curly hair, and a wide, firm mouth.

At 36, Janice's straight, black hair was cut short, giving her a tomboy look. But the tomboy did not extend to her overlarge hazel eyes or wide, sensuous mouth and naturally red, generous lips. Men who first saw her usually imagined her mouth wrapped around and stuffed with their hard prick.

At 5'7", her legs were long, her complexion Mediterranean. Because of her workouts at the gym 3–4 days a week and yoga classes 2–3 days a week, she was exceptionally tight and toned. She was hot, naturally exuding sensuousness without meaning to be suggestive or provocative. When she was at Matt's school campus, the heads of every male student and teacher would swivel as she walked past. Off-campus, it was the same. Most men could not avoid staring at her. When she walked by, their heads would swivel to examine her from the back as well. With her satin skin, her hot body, and short black hair and large eyes like Winona or a younger Halle, she was dripping with natural, unforced sensuality, like a young Sophia Loren. Matt had been increasingly fantasizing about her for the past two years.

Contradictorily, although Janice was proud of her son, she was also ashamed of herself. Although smart as a whip, she was also a bit absentminded and while athletic and toned, was something of a butterfingers. Like many single parents and Catholics, she was riddled with guilt. Even though Matt turned out to be a great teenager, nonetheless she believed herself to be seriously remiss in his upbringing. She couldn't attend his every soccer game. She forgot some parent-teacher conferences. When he was younger, she could afford to send him to summer camp only four weeks instead of eight. His car and computer were not nearly as new as some of his friends' gear. Therefore, she was convinced she deserved punishment, and because of years of bad parenthood, a lot of it. Only punishment would provide relief from the burden she carried.

On a warm Monday night before graduation, the moon a couple of days from full, Janice was feeling restless, increasingly unfulfilled. Matt had already turned off his light to go to sleep when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Wearing her new, pale blue baby doll, made of the lightest rayon, she opened the door and stood in the doorway. The baby doll was short and gauzy, leaving her body backlit by the hall light. "What is it, Mother?" He sat up in bed, the sheet falling to his waist, baring his chest. He supposed she was unaware how the light silhouetted her hot body. He could see every curve of her. Janice did not think of the lighting, but she knew it was risqué to be wearing her lingerie without a robe. She felt driven to be a little naughty, a bit provocative. What harm could it do?

Matt took this sight of his mother to be a one-time stroke of luck. He had been born when Janice was sixteen, so she not only still looked great, she was by far the hottest of any mother in town.

"I just. . . just wanted to say goodnight," she stammered, noting his handsome bare chest, the way his eyes flicked from her face to her breasts and groin and ass. Feeling weird and confused, she turned to the side and leaned on the doorframe, her large breasts perfectly defined, feeling alluring and desirable.

"Oh. . . goodnight, Mom . . . ." he said, his voice trailing off, not wanting her to go.

Fortunately, she lingered in the doorway, shifting from one foot to another, unable to leave. Why not prolong this little tease? After tonight, it would be over soon enough. To Matt, she still looked young and very sexy.

Matt remembered the scene at poolside that same Friday afternoon. His mother had asked him to apply sun block as she lounged, lying face down in a chaise with the top unfastened. He had straddled her hips and squirted the white lotion over her thighs and back from a large bottle. "Mmmm," she moaned as he worked the lotion into her smooth skin, "feels so good, Matthew." Rubbing her body, the muscled calves and tight thighs, he quickly got a boner.

When he finished her back, she tied the top and turned over, eyes shut against the sun. He squirted the lotion over her legs and belly and massaged it in, his hardon growing at the sight of her gorgeous breasts and flat stomach. When finished, she thanked him. "That felt wonderful, Matthew. Thank you."

He had left to mow the front lawn, walking with difficulty. Unknown to Matt, Janice had then left the pool and stood behind the drapes in the darkened living room, watching him mow the grass. He was bare-chested, the sun glistening off his tanned chest and strong, perspiring back. He was a looker, all right. She remembered how great he looked when she watched his team play soccer in the spring. He'd kicked such a perfect pass to a teammate that it was an easy goal shot score. The grin on Matt's face had been memorable.

And he had been paying more attention to her the last couple of months. Perhaps it was because he knew he'd be leaving soon for college. Once fall arrived, these precious days together would be gone forever. She had thought that she'd have to make them count.

Both mother and son returned from the memories of their poolside and soccer experiences to the present sultry night, Janice lingering in the doorway. Matt remembered that women always like comments about their clothing. "Mother, is that a new nightie?"

"Why yes, it's called a 'baby doll.' Nice of you to notice it . . . Do you like it?"

"Sure, you look great in it!" he said, noting the outlines of her hips and beautiful breasts.

"You're just saying that," she demurred.

"No, I really mean it. You look incredibly hot in it."

"Thanks, Matthew. You've made a big difference in my wardrobe." Several months ago, he'd started advising her on a makeover. She was so buff from the gym, pool and yoga, he said, and she looked so much younger than her actual age, that she ought to dress younger. He exerted increasing control over her clothing choices, beginning with veto power and increasing to the point where he was directing her into tighter, shorter, sexier outfits—eventually including lingerie.

Still, she lingered in the doorway, Matt's compliment having increased her restlessness. He needed time to think. "Will you be sunbathing again tomorrow?"

"Yes. It's supposed to be quite hot again."

"Would you like me to apply sun block again?"

"Sure," she said, her face reddening slightly. "I'd like that a lot."

"And if I do, will you come say goodnight to me again tomorrow night?"

"Of course, if you say so." She turned slowly, reluctantly, and left.



Mother's Helper Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Breakfast batter

The next morning, Matt was lying in bed, eyes closed but awake, not yet ready to get up. The teenager wondered about whether or not the previous night had been a fluke. Why had his sensuous young mother posed in his doorway in a revealing baby doll? After all, she could come on to any guy in town. Matt thought about what happenedÑand what to do next. She had almost seemed to be provoking him, teasing him. He'd been all too aware of her sensuality for the past couple of years.

He felt her kissing his cheek. "Good morning," she whispered in his ear, pleased to see he slept in the nude. He opened his eyes to see her, leaning over the bed in a burgundy silk robe, so thin you could see the baby doll beneath. "Morning, Mom. You're in a good mood!"

"Well, it's a beautiful spring weekend, and my handsome honey hasn't left yet for college!"

"Okay. Did you go to the mall yesterday?" She'd returned home with a small red shopping bag.

"Yes, I bought the other lingerie too, just like you told me to do."

"Good. Try it on and let me see."

"But Ð but it's a bra and panties," she objected.

"So? It's nothing different from all the bikinis I've seen you in."

"Oh, I suppose that's true. All right. Now?" He nodded.

She was in a bubbly mood as she returned to her room and put on the matching items. Her bedroom was on the west side of the house, where the morning light was dim and diffused. Excited to be modeling the expensive French set, she entered Matt's room. "Open the slats so I can see," he said. She tilted open a louver at hip height and another at chest level. Twin bars of sunlight streamed in, highlighting her purchase.

In the direct light, Matt began getting hard. She was nothing if not naive, he thought, riveted by the display. Although the full-cup bra had lace on the sides of the cups, and the panties had lace on the sides, the front of the bra and panties were a sheer dusky burgundy that, unbeknownst to her in her dark room, completely exposed her breasts and groin in the shafts of light.

Matt gawked at the sight of her thick licorice-colored nipples and, yes, shaved pussy. A tiny strip of cropped hair just emphasized the nudity of the thick lips beneath it. He couldn't believe his luck. It had been so easy to persuade her to do his bidding. "Well?" she asked, concerned about his reaction. "Are they okay?"

Matt's mouth was dry. "Well, let's see if they're comfortable in a different position. Stand at the foot of the bed facing me." She willingly complied, pleased to see how decisive her young man was becoming. "Now extend your feet to the sides and reach for the bedposts with your arms. Tuck in your butt." Dutifully, she spread her legs, toes pointed to the feet of the bed, and opened her arms, proud of her authoritative son. "Pretend it's one of your yoga postures." There stood his mother, spreadeagled at the foot of his bed. Janice actually enjoyed the position since she loved yoga so much, but she was unaware of the strain of the taut bra on her thrusting breasts and the panties pressing against her prominent mound. Matt kept her posed for long seconds, thinking how easy it had been.

"Good, that'll do." She relaxed her posture. "They're beautiful and you look great in them." 

"Thanks, Matthew," she said, beaming.

"But you work out so hard, and your body's so tight that I think you shouldn't be so conservative. Why don't you go back to the mall today and buy something else. What do they call bras that are smaller?"

"Well, there's half bras and French bikini panties, then there's quarter or shelf bras. . . even thongs."

"What are they?"

"Umm, they supports the breast from underneath. . . but don't, ummm, don't actually c-cover them," she said, stumbling over her words.

"Okay. Get a quarter bra and bikini panties, plus a shelf bra and thong. All in black."

She blushed. "But Matthew, how could a mother like me wear a shelf bra and thong? That wouldn't be right."

"Mom, you're much too hot to act like a prude. Don't worry, just do it. You've got to think younger. Besides, you'll look great. All the girls wear thongs now. And it's my treat."

"Well, if you say so. Thanks, sweetie! Now, how about my serving your favorite breakfast as a reward?" she offered.

"Pancakes? Sounds good. I'll be right down."

When Matt walked into the kitchen and sat, wearing a robe and pajama bottoms, a large bowl of fresh batter stood on the table, ladle resting in it. Janice loved to cook. Standing at the counter in her silk robe, loosely belted, she was actually humming. "Mother, remember when I was a kid and we'd have food fights?"

"I sure do. Like the time I had made the cookie dough but it was too loose and stringy." She walked over to the table where he sat to get the bowl. "I thought I left a ladle in this," she said, puzzled.

"You did." Matt raised the large spoon from his lap and flicked it at her, splattering her entire front with batter. Janice was stunned, her face covered with goo, watching the creamy mess slide down her breasts and stomach. It reminded her of. . . .

"You horrible person!" she shrieked as they both broke into laughter. She straddled his chair, the stretched belt of her robe came undone, her strong thighs squeezing his. Giggling, she jumped on his lap, unaware of her groin resting on his. With her hands, Janice gathered up some batter off her breasts and, still laughing, smeared it on his smiling face. "You are so bad!" she laughed.

"That was fun!" he laughed, wiping the goo off his cheeks. "But that's enough horsing around!" he said in a deep voice of mock solemnity, wagging his pointer finger, coated with batter.

Without thinking, she lunged for his finger and took it in her mouth, clamping her teeth around the base. She eyed him, her eyes sparkling mischievously as if she might bite him. "Waste not, want not," he intoned in the same stern voice. She removed her teeth from the finger, closed her thick lips around it and slowly backed away, sucking off the thick batter. His cock twitched. Her hot mouth felt unbelievable.

"Mmmm, pretty good stuff, if I say so myself!" She had no idea her lips were covered with the stuff, looking like a sheen of fresh cum. She smiled at him.

"That felt great but it was beginner's luck."

"Ha!" she laughed throatily, "luck had nothing to do with it!" She was proud of her oral skills.

He wiped the other cheek with his middle finger and held it up, joined to his pointer finger. "Then do it again, but do it to both fingersÑif you can."

She hesitated, then, spurred by his taunt, leaned forward and, so caught up in the moment that she was na•ve to the implications, deep-throated his fingers. But this time, she sucked them off with the addition of her tongue, fluttering the undersides, hips squirming on his lap. "Ooohhh!" he said, his cock twitching against her damp panties, taken off guard by the way she sucked his fingers in until they disappeared. Suddenly crimson with shame at the crude symbolism of what she'd done, she broke off and stood, shocked and dismayed at her behavior, but undeniably aroused.

"Clean your robe before the silk is ruined," Matt said, his voice hoarse from arousal, his cock twitching.

"Good idea." She went to the sink and began running water, glad to be busy in order to put that scandalous moment behind them. But it was too late; she'd already inspired her son.

"No, Mother. You've got to take it off to do a proper job."

"Oh. . . okay." She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and began rinsing the spots, her ass as clear as day beneath the burgundy gauze of the panties. While she concentrated at the sink, he placed the bowl of batter in the microwave. At the other end of the kitchen, she was oblivious, leaning over the sink, legs spread for balance and focused on her washing. She didn't notice when he used the microwave.

Matt removed the steaming batter, quietly walked behind her, yanked open the waist of her panties, and poured a ladle of the warm mix down her rear. She stiffened at the shock, but to his surprise didn't yell or move. Instead, she moaned as he watched the glop course down her crack and pool in the bottom of the panties. The shock of his prank was ameliorated by how good the hot mix felt. He pushed and rubbed on the panties, his middle finger over the crack of her ass, so the batter penetrated her ass cheeks. Her head hanging, she said, "You are such a joker," in a rasping voice, turning around and raising her arm to playfully slap him. But Matt saw the move coming and grabbed her wrist, lowering it to her side and holding the other wrist as well. "I thought you said enough horsing around?" she asked, her full, greasy lips in a pout.

"Well, I was inspired by seeing you again in your new baby doll. Besides, I bet the batter actually feels good, doesn't it?" Reluctantly, she nodded, eyes downcast. "Just one more thing, Mother, I promise. It'll feel great. All you have to do is close your eyes and tilt your head back." Gently, Matt held the hair at the back of her head and tilted it backward, causing her breasts to thrust outward. He pulled the top of her baby doll away from her and poured the still-hot batter onto the right side of her chest. "Ohhh," she groaned as the curtain of off-white paste descended onto her right breast, her pelvis shaking against the edge of the counter and banging into his groin. He released the fabric, pulled back the other side, and poured the rest of the ladle onto the left side of her chest. "Uhhh," she moaned, licking her batter-smeared lips and relishing the wet warmth covering her nipples. "That was very fresh of you, Matthew."

"Fun with food is now done," he said as she slowly opened her eyes, staring at him with a mixture of humiliation and awe. He sat at the table, put his legs up on another chair and crossed his arms. "Now take off that wet baby doll, put on your robe and let's eat."

She was still leaning against the counter, her groin thrust forward. "You mean, here, with nothing on, in the kitchen, in broad daylight?" she asked, feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment. It was just that the embarrassment was mixed with excitement at the thought of disrobing in front of her son. 

Matt simply nodded. "It's not such a big deal these days. People aren't so conservative any more. They go to nude beaches all the time."

"But the robe is wet as well." He sat there, smiling slightly, impervious to her objection, waiting. Her son was telling her to strip. Why couldn't she say "No"? After all, it would only be for a few seconds, until she wore the robe.

"Do it," he said in a stern, no-nonsense voice. "And I'm getting tired of you being so argumentative. Don't I usually do the things you ask me to?" Slowly, she turned her back to him, her pulse racing from indecision. Impetuously, Matt leapt up and strode to her side, smacking her butt hard. "Don't make me wait longer," he warned, walking back to his chair.

Her pulse pounding, slightly dizzy, Janice pulled the shoulder straps down her toned arms. The clinging fabric made a sucking sound when she pulled it off her breasts. She dropped the soggy mass at her feet. It did feel better to have the mess off her. Matt admired her strong shoulder blades and noticed strands of batter dripping off her front. Janice flicked the gunk off her breasts, but she was really doing it to surreptitiously caress her breasts and flick her fingers across her nipples. Her other hand reached into the gooey panties and stroked her slit. A half-minute passed, Matt willing for her to go slowly.

"Now the panties," he ordered. She stopped fingering herself, frozen. "Or do I have to tell the Dean at school that you parade around at night in a baby doll?" She shuddered at the realization of her inexcusable behavior.

"Matthew, I just thought you'd enjoy it. IÐI wasn't thinking. Please don't say anything to anybody! I'll listen better to what you want, I promise!" Slowly, she hooked her thumbs inside the wet panties and pulled the tight fabric down. The sucking sounded even louder as the fabric was separated from her ass and large pussy lips. When she'd lowered the panties a few inches, he said, "Stop." Twin strands of the mix dripped down, one from each cunt lip to the panties. God, she looked beautiful, Matt thought, the golden morning sunlight highlighting her ass. Her ass crack looked as if a whole bunch of guys had jerked off on it. "Continue," he said.

She dragged the panties to her knees, whereupon they collapsed in a soggy heap on the floor. She stepped out of them. Janice felt ashamed but also felt a strange combination of pride, strength and freedom. Proud because she knew she had a great body, strength because she was able to comply with Matt's wishes, and freedom because it was somehow liberating to be finally standing naked in front of her boy. If she had no boyfriend, why couldn't she please her son? Besides, there was no doubt she had his full attention, not easy with an impatient teenager.

"Okay? Is that enough?" she asked, turning her head over her shoulder to see him, exposing part of her gooey breast to his ogling.

"No. Pick up that mess." She spread her feet and began to slowly bend her knees.

"Stop. Stand up straight." She obeyed. "It's time for more yoga stretching. Bend from the waist until your hands touch the floor." She widened her stance for balance and leaned over. He felt hypnotized by her long legs. When her hands touched the bra and panties, he said, "Hold that pose." He had a perfect view in the sunny kitchen. He would never have believed it. His mother was blatantly exposing her shaved slit to him. Matt was awestruck by the large, reddened, moist lips that extended down and the dusky, dark pink ring of her ass. Thick drops of batter slid down her roseate rear opening and across her labial lips, slowly dripping to the floor. Janice relished the pose, open to her son, because that's what he wanted. And stretching felt wonderful.

He cleared his throat after a minute passed. "That's enough." She picked up the bra and panties, straightened and walked to the sink, eyeing his bulging lap with a smirk. Teenage boys were so easy to turn on! She wrung out the robe and put it on, tying the sash tightly so he wouldn't see her batter-covered breasts. She made pancakes and bacon and served breakfast while Matt read the morning paper, the air charged with tension.

She was distracted the entire time she cooked, reliving the surreal experience in all its lurid shame. Yet she had loved how improper, how provocative it had been. It was no surprise that the first set of Swedish pancakes she served him was burned and that the bacon was overcooked. When he looked up from the newspaper to see the blackened discs on his plate, he grabbed her wrist. "Mother, look what you did."

Janice broke out of her daydream. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Matthew!" she cried, ashamed at being too preoccupied to make even simple pancakes properly.

"And the bacon is overcooked." She looked, aghast.

"Ummm, I'm really sorry," she muttered. "I'm so scattered." She removed the offending food and cooked a new batch properly. Matt watched her back, wondering if she, being such an accomplished cook, had overcooked them on purpose, in order to be punished.

They ate quietly. He complimented her on the properly cooked meal. She was acutely aware of the wet robe clinging to her breasts, her nipples hardening. In fact, they were perfectly outlined under the thin fabric. Noting how her nipples grew longer as the wet silk chilled, he looked at her and said, "This is the absolute favorite of all my favorite breakfasts! And you are so much fun to fool around with!" she looked at him, smiling. "However, I will not forget that you blew it with the first batch, wasting good food. Saying you're sorry is not enough. I'll have to figure out some punishment, so you don't wreck breakfast again."

She laughed nervously. "What do you mean, a punishment? I'm the adult here!"

"As the man in the house, I'm responsible for things. And wasting food is not acting like a responsible adult."

"What sort of punishment?" she asked in a barely audible voice, breathing shallowly.

"You'll see in good time. At least you won't be grounded in your room! Or have the car keys taken away." She looked up from her plate, giving him a long, serious, searching look.



Mother's Helper Ch. 02



This chapter begins about two seconds after Chapter 1 ends, so if you haven't read that part, do so now. Third and (probable) concluding part is underway, likely to be posted by the end of next week (no promise, but will try). Again, votes and comments welcome. Signed comments will be acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7

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Sally leaned back against Paul's chest, breathing deeply to catch her breath. Paul's arms were around her, holding her tightly, each hand holding a breast. She tilted her head back, offering her lips for a kiss. He accepted the offer, slipping his tongue in to play with hers; his hand went down to begin lightly caressing her super-sensitive bud. She felt him begin to harden in her quim. She broke the kiss with a short laugh. "Hadn't you better save that for your mom. She'll probably be on you before I'm out of the driveway."

"Driveway, hell!" laughed Rita. "More like before you're out of the kitchen."

Sally and Paul laughed as she stood up, releasing Paul's semi-erect rod from its duty as a cum dam. She felt the sticky liquid start to run down her legs. Rita watched it slowly slide down the inside of her friend's thighs.

"Sally, set your ass on the table and lay down. There's no sense letting that sweet cum get away."

Sally looked at the tall brunette and smiled, doing as she was instructed. In seconds, Rita had pushed her legs up and began licking her son's deposit from the buxom blonde's thighs. Her tongue had just reached Sally's juicy quim when she felt Paul push her skirt up over her hips. Without stopping her ministrations to the kitty under her tongue, she asked, "Wha ah oo ooig?"

He didn't need to answer. His rock hard shaft entered his mother's welcoming quim in a single stroke as his hands found another pair of breasts to caress. Rita's mouth closed over Sally's clit as much in surprise as on purpose. The whole taboo nature of the scene being played out around her helped push Sally to another climax, thrusting her hips and quim up into Rita's face. Rita countered by increasing the force and speed she used to tongue the sensitive bud she was trying pull into her mouth.

Already turned on by watching her son and her best friend fuck, and by the illicit nature of her own activity with Sally, Rita quickly followed Sally and had her own orgasm, moaning loudly into Sally, the vibrations tickling Sally's clit, eliciting giggles and squirms from her. 

Rita started to stand, only to be told, "Don't move yet," as she felt her son begin to thrust into her more rapidly, with shorter, harder strokes. Within a few seconds, he froze, mid stroke, and she felt the hot liquid splashing on her inside walls. 

Her moan of satisfaction was answered by a similar one from Paul, and a laugh from Sally, who added, "Damn, there's nothing like a quickie threesome, is there?"

Her two partners laughed with her. "Wow," said Paul. "This isn't quite the surprise I was thinking about, but..."

"What surprise?" asked his mother.

"He heard us talking about a threesome, and called me out to suggest I stop by Sunday to surprise you."

"What happened?"

"A kiss, and then I got a bone on," confessed Paul. "To be truthful, I've had a hard on for you two since I was twelve; the thought of doing you both together-- hell, I wouldn't have been able to walk all week. This was actually better than my dreams."

Rita reached up to kiss his cheek; Sally repeated the action on the other side. "Do you think you can last 'til Sunday now?" Sally asked.

"You needn't worry about that, Sally," Rita replied, with a sexy smile. "Why don't you come Saturday, and plan on sleeping over?" Sally grinned her acceptance. She looked around for her clothes. 

As she was pulling on her slacks, she watched as Rita idly fingered her son as much as the casts would let her. "Goddam, Rita! You almost make me wish I had a son." When she finished fastening and zipping her slacks, she reached for Paul, asking, "May I?" She pulled him down for a kiss, her hand snaking between them to hold and caress his dick. A responding tingle in her quim made her quickly break the connections. "Shit, if I don't get gone, I won't get gone. Saturday, suppertime?"

Rita smiled and nodded.

That night, rather than the fast and furious fucking they had engaged in the previous night, mother and son took the time to, together, explore and discover what Rita enjoyed and responded best to. 

After several long deep kisses, Paul moved to nibble his way from her earlobe to her very erect nipples. He teased them with his lips and tongue, bit them lightly with his teeth, he circled them, licked them and sucked on them, pinched, twisted and pulled them until Rita was unable to lie still.

He moved down her torso to her belly, teasing her navel in much the same way--circling it with tiny nibbles and licks, sucking on the perimeter until Rita was afraid he'd leave evidence of his passion. 

He followed the thin shadow of a hairline from her navel down to her curly thatch, burying his nose in the shag carpet, using his tongue to gather the strands and twist them into tiny spit curls. When she realized what he was doing, Rita laughed, bouncing his face with her abdomen.

Paul looked up at her, over her belly, through her boobs, and gave her an impish smile as he dragged his tongue down over her slit, pressuring it to open and give him access to her opening. He continued past it, to the bottom of her perineal area. Flattening his tongue against her, he pulled his tongue up over her labia, sliding it across her clitoris.

This was an entirely new sensation for his mother. She was not naive; she knew about oral sex, and had heard how wonderful (and how bad) it could be, but the one day when she and her boyfriend had cut highschool to get tipsy and screw, oral sex was not on the agenda. 

That afternoon, she had gone from virgin to expectant mom in one brief five minute fuck session before her boyfriend's mother had almost caught them in the act. It had been just long enough for Tim, the boy, to unload in her.

Now, as Paul's flat tongue made its way up her slit to her clit, she thought she was going to die of pleasure. The rapture of an orgasmic release was more intense, a more powerful jolt of pleasure to be sure, but the feeling from her son's tongue as it caressed her labia and the surrounding areas was like being stroked with silk velvet. And when it crossed over her clit, it was the most delicious, most pleasing sensation, even better than finally getting to that unreachable itch.

She pulled her knees further apart, giving Paul all the room and access he wanted. Her hands were in his hair, holding him to her pussy. Slowly, her hips began to thrust upward into his mouth. Unconsciously, she began to speed up, matching the speed of his tongue against her pleasure bud. 

Paul slipped his middle two fingers into her, pressing against her crinkled hole with his thumb. Rita moaned loudly and thrust against his hand, holding herself off the bed, trying to suck him into her quim.

"Oh, yessss! More! In me, now, Paul. I need you in me!"

Paul nodded, his tongue firmly against his mother's labia, increasing her desire. He moved up her body with his mouth planting kisses every two or three inches, nipping at her nipples, then at her lips as his tongue sought entry at the same time his cock pushed into her hungry, waiting pussy. 

He slid into her in a single stroke, and immediately started to withdraw, to his mother's objection. Her legs wrapped around him, to hold him in her. He thrust his hips forward, slamming into her pussy, and then back out as far as she let him. 

Realizing what he was about, Rita relaxed her legs a little, giving Paul room to fuck. After several thrusts, he stopped and gathered her in his arms. He rolled to his side and then onto his back, still holding her to his chest. He raised and separated his knees, opening her. Bracing his heels on the bed, he began to move into her. The position placed her clit against his shaft for near maximum stimulation. 

Rita was able to get her knees on the bed to stabilize herself and return her son's thrusts. She felt his cock begin to enlarge. At the same time, she could feel the increase in her own arousal; her breathing became labored, her thrusting erratic, Paul's breathing became irregular, his thrusts, faster, harder, more chaotic.

Suddenly, he arched up off the bed, suspending Rita on his cock, which was fully imbedded in her. She felt the blasts of semen as they coated the walls which enclosed his babymaker, sparking her own mini-explosion of pleasure. 

The identification of babymaker occurred to her seconds later, causing a shiver of panic as she clutched her son and lover to her breasts. Silently, she vowed to call her doctor in the morning, while Paul was at school. 

Later in the morning, Thursday, Rita was on the phone to Sally.

"Sally, I need a favor. I have an appointment with Wendy Daniels Tuesday after next for a TL. I can take a cab there, but they insist I have family or friend drive me home."

"Yes, laparoscopically. It can be done in the office, and has the shortest recovery time, as you know."

"No, I haven't discussed it with him, yet. This is my decision, for me. I have my reasons and they don't all concern him. 

"Can you bring me home? They will call you as soon as the procedure is done. Thank you. See you Saturday? And Sally, nothing to Paul until after, okay? Thank you."

Paul was in the coffee shop in the Student Union, having a late breakfast while he caught up on some assigned reading. While his TA duties had been reduced because of his mother's accident, he still had to keep up with his graduate class work. 

Between taking care of his mom's minimal personal care needs, and the housework (he hadn't realized just how much there was that his mother did for him each day), and trying to keep up with the lust bunny he had unwittingly unleashed, there wasn't a lot of time left. And he had had the balls to invite Sally to join them. And think about including Patti, her older daughter. 

"Now, there," he mused, thinking of Patti, "was one sweet piece. Taller than average, she must be at least five-ten, nicely built, not too small up top, but not so big the jerks would hit on her just because of her boobs; trim waist, proportionate hips. Not so heavy he couldn't lift her, and not so skinny he'd wind up bruised after a wild session in the sack. Nice face, one you could stand to look at all day; blue eyes, hair like her mom's, dishwater blonde. Cute crooked nose. Fell off a bike, her mom said. And smart..."

"Hey, Paul. What are you doing here at this time of day? Don't you have a lab to set up?" Speak or think of the devil! He looked up at the person intruding on his reverie.

"Hi, Patti. No, on the lab. Fitz, Dr. Fitzpatrick, gave me the time off until Mom gets her casts off and can handle a five pound weight by herself. So I'm using the time this morning to catch some breakfast and read some pages. You got time to sit? What's up with you?"

Patti set her books on the table and sat down. "What's up with me? That must be a good question; it seems to be on everybody's mind today. Mom sent Di and Dottie, Harry's daughter--did you know she's staying with us until her Mom comes?" Paul nodded. "Wow! I mean, usually school bus drivers are among the first to know things like that, but she didn't this morning, but you did. Weird.

"And last night, Mom came home in a state--wow! Right to her bedroom and I bet she wore out a set of batteries using her--thing she has that uses batteries." Patti blushed, realizing she might have revealed something her mother would prefer to keep secret. "And whenever we were alone, all she wanted to talk about was me and sex, I mean, sex and me, and if I did, did I want to. 

"Am I making any sense?"

Paul smiled and nodded. "So, what did you tell her?"

Pat ti looked at Paul, shocked. "I told her my sex life, or lack of it, or surplus of it, was nobody's business but mine. And she could keep her cougar bait boyfriend to herself."

"Her cougar bait boyfriend! That's funny. So, which is it, surplus or lack?"

Patti gaped at him, shocked again, then laughed. "Damn. Well, since you seem to be so interested, there has been a severe dearth of attention paid to the carnal appetites of this young woman."

Paul's eyes twinkled in amusement as he replied. "That is just one fucking shame. Anything I can do to help?"

Patti was speechless. She opened her mouth to reply, but couldn't think of a suitable response. She pulled her books to her, to get up to leave, but sat, rooted to her chair. 

Paul got up and walked around the table to her, tilted her head back, then bent down to plant a kiss on her lips. "Think about it, and call me. I would really, really love to help."

After Paul had walked away, Patti slowly regained her orientation to place and time. She shook her head to clear it and watched him as he walked through the coffee shop doors. She stood up and glanced down at her books. There, on a post-it, stuck to her Psych text, was Paul's name and what she recognized as a cell phone number. She wondered why she was smiling.

That evening, after dinner was done and cleared, Paul joined his mother in their living room. She was sitting in the easy chair, legs curled under her, watching TV, but not seeing it. Paul sat on the couch, looking at his mother. "Everything okay?" he asked.

The question filtered through her musings. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just wool gathering, nothing important."

"And bananas are this color," he replied, holding his hands about a foot and a half apart. "What?" he asked, again.

Rita looked at him, a trace of annoyance on her face, then grinned. "One of the problems of teaching your kids to be good at reading people is that it's hard to keep a secret.

She lowered her eyes, and speaking haltingly, told him, "I made a decision last night which may or may not impact us. I made it to avoid what I see as a strongly negative possible outcome of our relationship. I made it based on my history, and I made it only partly considering the impact on you, even though I knew you might have feelings about it. 

"My decision would have been the same, regardless of how you felt, so I went ahead and started the process to implement that decision." She paused to look at him. "I am having my tubes cut and tied two weeks from this past Tuesday."

Paul sat open mouthed for a moment. "Just like that? I don't get a vote. Your body, your choice; that's the drill?" Hurt and anger were clear in his voice, on his face.

It was the reaction she had both feared and expected. With a mixture of anger and exasperation, she replied, "Don't do that, Paul! Don't make it sound like you will never have another chance at fathering a child; like I am your last hope. Society has changed a lot in their view toward unwed mothers, but there is still a social stigma attached to it unless you are very rich, very poor, or in an acceptable long term relationship, none of which describes what we have."

"What do we have, Mother? What is our relationship? What is our future?" The bitterness and pain were still evident.

"Our relationship? We're mother and son, first, last and always. Nothing will ever change that. Over the years, I think, we have also become friends. At least I like to think so. And recently, we have become lovers, lovers whose love must be kept secret, but lovers, still. Our future? I hope none of it changes. 

The way we express our love, our friendship, even the responsibility in our biological relationship may be altered by time, but I hope the base relationships don't change." She looked at her son, seeing the anger, her expression, one of sadness and pain. 

"Why the TL? It isn't necessary. I would be proud to care for our baby."

"Oh, Paul." her voice was a combination of sadness, exasperation, regret and anger. "You have no idea what it would be like for me to have a child without a husband today. You have no idea what we, what you would have to sacrifice. Don't you think I've considered all that? I went through it once; I won't go through it again!" Her voice and visage expressed a firmness he had never heard.

"What do you mean, you went through it once? You said my father walked out on you..." 

"And that's the truth. When he found out I was pregnant, he simply stopped talking to me. I never said he was my husband. Legally, Paul, you are a bastard." She hesitated, then went on. 

"I was sixteen and thought the sun rose and set on Timmy. One late summer afternoon, I was at his house. We were alone, drinking some wine punch his parents had left over from dinner the night before. We got a little silly, and before I left, for all intents and purposes, I was pregnant. 

"My parents fought for a month before my father agreed to let me stay in his home. As soon as I finished my GED, they asked me to move and take you with me. They helped pay the rent, and so did Tim's parents, to be fair, as much as they could. And mom and dad did babysit so I could go to evening classes when I had to, to get my RN. 

"But, as soon as a guy learned I was an unwed mother, they either ran, or assumed I had a price stamped on my ass. About the only people who were unconditionally supportive were the other women who were in similar circumstances. Go through that experience again, even with your support and help? Not if I can avoid it.

"Think what it would cost you if it got out that you were the father of my baby. You wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere in your chosen field. Even if it didn't get out, you'd have to drop out of school. One of us would have to stay home to care for the child. We couldn't afford day care and your school on my salary, even with the assistantship. 

"And when my father found out I was pregnant again without being married, I'd be out of a job, and disinherited. And if he learned you were the father, he would denounce us from the pulpit of his church every week as long he drew breath. 

"Dad is as skilled a physician as there is in this town, but his ability to tolerate human frailty doesn't extend to their behavior or emotions." She paused. "Shit! I'm rambling."

Paul broke in, speaking softly. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't realize it had been so hard. You always seemed so cheerful, even when I could see you were tired, you always had a smile for me." He crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of her chair. With his face in her lap, he asked, "Can I do anything to make up for all the problems I've caused you?"

She pulled his face up and kissed him warmly on his lips, coaxing them open. "Oh, Baby, you didn't cause any problems, any more than any other baby, that is. It was the holier--than--thou attitudes I had to deal with while making our way that caused the problems. Nobody could understand why I wasn't apologetic or ashamed of what I had done.

"Regardless of how Tim acted afterward, that afternoon had been an act of love, and you are its fruit. Why should I apologize or feel shame?"

"Do you know where he is?"

"Sadly, yes. He got a job teaching at a suburban school out around Chicago. There was a school riot. He tried to break up a fight and was stabbed in the abdomen. He died before help could get to him. I hear he left a wife.

"His parents were school teachers. When they got the news, they were shattered. He was an only child. They were older when he was born, in their late fifties, when you were born. They retired and moved to Florida; I heard they died shortly after they moved down. Sally and her girls live in their old house. 'Swhy I don't visit her often, but don't tell her that."

"I'm sorry I got upset, Mom. I should have realized you had a good reason for making such a hard decision. I like the way you described our relationship--mother and son, friends, lovers. And just like nothing will ever change the first part, nothing will ever change the other two, either. 




Mother's Helper Ch. 02



"I will always be your friend, and while we may not always be sexually involved, I will always love you, not just as my mother, but as the lovely woman you are." He reached up to kiss her, and was rewarded with a teasing tongue. He smiled and kissed her again, invading her mouth with his.

Rita broke the kiss. "I'm so glad you felt secure enough to make your offer the other day. Any way you want to interpret it, I am one lucky mother," she said, with a wide grin. "It's bed time, isn't it?"

"You're the momma. If you say it's bed time, it's bed time."

Friday afternoon, just before the one o'clock lab started, Patti knocked on the TA office door, looking for Paul. He was inside, talking with the other TA's, explaining he would still be off next week, but should be able to resume his duties the following Monday. He looked up at her knock, and smiled at her. 

"Can we talk?" she asked. The other TA's noticed the time and left them alone.

"Something wrong? You look upset," Paul opened.

"Wrong? I guess that depends on your definition of wrong, or on your personal philosophy. You're my mother's cougar bait, aren't you? I should have realized it the other day in the coffee shop. I should have realized the night before, when she came home that she had just been...you know." 

"Go ahead, say it. You'll be surprised how much better you feel. It's a powerful, taboo word. Saying it gives you a sense of freedom."

She glared at him, her face a mix of emotions and confusion. "Fuck you!" she blurted out at him, then laughed. She laughed again, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"Yes, you did, but not literally. I understand that. Why are you angry at me?"

"Because you're screwing my mother and you made a pass at me like asshole Harry except you seem like an okay guy and I wanted to accept your offer the other day and then I realized about mom and you and, oh, I am so screwed up." She sat down and buried her head in her hands and began to cry. 

Paul pulled his chair up beside her, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. "Lets take those one at a time. So far, I have had sex with your mother only once. It was a spur of the moment thing, me, realizing a years old dream. We agreed to maybe get together again, if it worked out. I even suggested she invite you to come with her sometimes."

"You did? Why?"

"For the same reason I made the offer the other day. I want to have sex with you, but more about that in a minute.

"Me being like Harry? No way am I like that creep, except in the way that all men are like him. I do like pretty girls. I don't fuck their mothers to get close to them, though. Nor do I force myself on them, especially if they are underage or other wise defenseless. I should resent you comparing me to him, but I understand; you're a little upset.

"Now, my offer the other day. I had mentioned to your mother she suggest to you it would be okay to establish a relationship with me based only on sex, so that you would have your sexual needs taken care of until you were ready to look for a permanent partner. This would preclude the necessity for you to go out, looking for sex, putting yourself in danger. The offer the other day was for that kind of relationship, mostly." He grinned.

"So that's all there was to it?" Patti asked, turning to face him.

"Honestly, no. I wanted to ask you out, but from what Sally says, you have a history of a lot of first dates, a very few second dates, and no thirds. I thought if we started with the sex, then dated, I'd have a better chance of getting to number five or even ten."

Patti laughed. "What kind of Psychology are you studying?"

"Reverse." She laughed again, touching his arm.

"Maybe it's working. How would you like to take me to a movie tonight?"

"Are you serious? Of course."

"Okay, I'll choose the movie, you get to choose the drink and location after. Okay?" Paul nodded. "Pick me up at seven thirty."

She had chosen a classic Japanese film, 'The Seven Samurai.' After the movie, he had taken her to a coffee house popular with grad students. He had expected to find the crowd there he and Patti joined. He did not introduce her as an undergrad, only as a friend. 

She had held her own in the discussion about the film, able to spot faulty reasoning, unfearful of asking questions when she was not familiar with the people being quoted. When at last the waitress told them they had to leave at midnight, she heard her main adversary in the discussions say to Paul, "Hey, Paul, if you're not going to see her again, can I have her phone number. She's good."

Paul had looked at her and smiled. "Am I going to see you again?"

She had grinned, shrugged a shoulder, and replied "Depends." 

Paul had turned to his friend and said, "Sorry, Sammy, I don't think, philosophically, you could handle the uncertainty." Everyone had laughed, including Sam.

Patti led Paul around the house to the back door. Inside, she led him to the basement, to the rec room. She turned on a table lamp, providing just enough light so they could see each other. He watched as her hand went up to unbutton the top button of her shirt. He reached up to help, only to have his hand pushed away.

"Paul, I want you to know I'm not desperate, and I am very nervous about this. I am willing to go further tonight with you than I've voluntarily gone with anyone. I'm not a virgin, but my experience wasn't anything like a good time. 

"Besides that, I'm having a hard time getting past the fact that you and my mother...so, you are going to have to convince me to open up for you, but I am willing to be convinced. Are you still in..." Paul's lips stopped her talk.

Patti let Paul lead her to the couch. They continued the kiss as Paul explored her body through her blouse and skirt. In a short time, she was not surprised to find them missing, along with Paul's pants and shirt. His lips were busy exploring her breasts along the inner edge of her bra when he discovered the front opening clasp. She nodded and smiled when he looked to her for permission to open it.

She bent down to kiss him while he manipulated the simple mechanism. His hands were warm and gentle as he explored the pear shaped mounds, while tongues engaged in battle. She felt a momentary sense of abandonment when his hands left her to remove his t-shirt; then they were holding her body tight to his, her breasts compressed against his chest. 

"Damn, you feel good there!" he exclaimed, moving his mouth to her nipple. He was able to get nearly a third of her breast into his mouth. She giggled and asked if he was hungry. She giggled more when he nodded yes without removing his mouth. 

His hands were exploring her ass inside her panties. She moved to take them off, then removed his shorts. She gasped when she saw his erection. 

The first (and last) time she had seen one, she had been fourteen, forced into an unwanted liaison to save her sister from gang rape. Her rapist was only 16, and if memory served, was only about half the size of Paul.

Paul pulled her over him as he laid back on the couch, guiding her into position. When she felt his cock at her opening, she smiled and lowered her self, engulfing the crown before she stopped. 

"Omigod! It feels so...I can't describe it." She raised up a fraction and pushed down again, reaching the halfway point, "Yessss! Mmm." She pushed again and hit bottom. 

"Oh, Momma, why didn't you tell me it was gonna be so good?" She opened her eyes and looked at Paul. "You aren't planning on going anywhere this weekend are you? I think we are going to be busy right here until next Thursday."

Suddenly the light in the stairway came on. "Patti? You down there?"

"Yes, Momma!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, Momma," she sing-songed.

"Are you alone?"

"Uh, no, Momma."

"Oh." They heard her start down the stairs.

"Momma, go back upstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh, yes, Momma. Better than okay!"

"Okay, if you're sure." They heard her go back to the kitchen. There was the scrape of a chair being pulled out.

"Momma, go back to bed. I'll answer your questions in the morning."

The chair scraped again. They heard her foot steps cross the kitchen.

The two young adults looked at each other and laughed. Patti bent down to kiss Paul as he began to thrust his cock deep into her.

Saturday morning, Rita had woken Paul from a dream about being smothered by breast and pussies. She was shaking him, laughing at his morning wood. "C'mon, Paul, I'm gonna need your help. I'm sorry, but you have to hurry. C'mon, baby, you can go back to bed, if you need."

"Okay, Mom. Go ahead, I'll be right there."

While Rita took care of her business, Paul hopped in the shower to help him wake up. By the time he was done, she was ready to be cleaned up. When that was satisfactorily completed, he slipped some plastic sleeves over the casts and got back into the shower with her. 

His cleaning of her was accomplished to the accompaniment of giggles, squeals, gasps, moans and groans, smiles, and kisses; lots of kisses.

Out of the shower, Paul wrapped his mother in a large terry bath sheet. "Mmm, nice. Good date last night?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I'd say. Better than the usual first date."

"What'd you do?"

"Checking up on me?" he laughed. "We went to see the Seven Samurai, then went to O'Grady's for coffee and conversation. Sam, Sue, Rick and Elle were there. We sat and talked about the movie until Millie kicked us out. Then we went back to her house and made out for a while."

"Made out, huh?" She laughed. "Have you seen your back?"

"Wha..."

"Patti must have fingernails like a hawk." She reached up to kiss her blushing son. "Sweetheart, I'm not jealous. I have no claim on you or your body. If there were some reason you wished to not continue our sexual relationship, whatever, or, more likely, whoever that may be, I would accept it without question or retribution. I would be disappointed, yes, and would miss it, even after this short time. But I would accept it." She looked at him and grinned. "Was she good?"

"It's funny. Her experience is kinda like yours, but worse in a way. Some jerk in her neighborhood threatened Di with a gang rape if Patti didn't let him screw her when she was only fourteen. That had been her only experience except for the usual gropes and grazing teenage girls are exposed to. 

"Last night, she didn't want me to leave. She's as open and curious as you are. Nothing I wanted to try last night, nothing I asked for, or suggested for her was turned down. Between the two of you, I may have met my Waterloo."

With a sly grin, Rita reminded him, "And that doesn't include Sally, who is to spend the night tonight, remember?"

Mid afternoon, Paul had caught up on his reading for the week. He ambled down to the living room, where his mother was dancing solo to her Ruth Young album. He moved in behind her and intercepted her movements, joining her in the slow dance. "I was just going to make me a drink; want one?"

"Mmm, surprise me."

Paul went to the bar and surveyed the supplies. "Is there any OJ?"

"Fridge."

He got the juice and mixed a pale lilac concoction, divided it between two glasses full of ice, and held one to his mother to have a sip through the straw. "Mm, what is it?"

Paul grinned. "It's called a long sloe screw on a Sunday afternoon."

"What?" his mother laughed.

"A long sloe screw on a Sunday afternoon. It's a variation on the basic screwdriver. A pony of vodka, a quarter cup of OJ, an ounce of sloe gin all in a shaker with some ice. Shake hell out of it, pour over ice in a tall glass and top with Asti Spumante or a brut champagne."

"Well, it's very nice. Let's dance some more."

A few more dances and a couple of more drinks, and the mother-son duo were dancing in the living room nude, allowing Paul's hands the run of his mother's body. The Ruth Young CD had repeated twice, and was now playing 'My Ideal,' a slow tempo piece. Rita was backed up to Paul, his cock caught in her ass crack. His left hand was cradling her right tit; his right hand was just barely caressing her clit.

The front door flew open. Mother and son heard Patti saying, "Momma, we can't just barge in."

"Like hell we can't!" Sally exclaimed.

The two women turned the corner into the living room to see the Tomkins duo, Rita, in full frontal nudeness, being held by her son, his hands busily stroking areas society said no son should touch, her hips swaying side to side, obviously caressing her son's genital area.

"Hi, guys. Something we can do for you?" Paul asked.

(To be continued)



Mother's Helper Ch. 03



Patti and Sally have just barged in and caught Paul and his mom dancing nude, with Paul copping a feel. I thought I'd be able to end this with this chapter, but... As usual, will try to acknowledge all signed comments. Anon comments given the attention they warrant. Votes of course welcome, esp. 5's. Enjoy. Jb7

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Patti stopped, frozen in space while Sally stormed forward, screaming "You fucked my daughter last night!" Patti started at her mother's rant, then turned to leave, her face pale, her mind in a turmoil, not believing what she had just seen.

Paul pushed his mother into Sally's arms and ran after Patti. Catching her at the front door, fumbling with the knob. He grabbed her from behind, his arms a round her waist. "Patti..."

"Take your hands off me!" Her voice was loud, harsh.

"Patti, come..."

"I said, take your hands off me." She was still forceful, firm.

"Not until you agree to come back and talk to me."

'Why? What is there you can say that will change what I saw?"

"Nothing that will change it, maybe something which will help explain it."

"There isn't anything which will explain it. It's just plain..."

"Plain what, unnatural, wrong, un-human? It's not just plain any of those. There is a whole specialty in psychiatry dealing with the desire of men to mate with their mothers."

That piqued her interest. "What?"

"There are therapists who specialize in helping men come to grips with their desire to sleep with their mothers. Society says we mustn't, but there isn't a man alive over the age of 13 who hasn't experienced the desire to take his father's place between his mother's thighs. So, how can it be wrong, or unnatural, or un-human?"

"You're trying to confuse me. If it's not wrong, why does Society condemn it?"

"Three basic reasons. Come, sit down, and I'll try to explain."

Patti turned from the door and let herself be led into the living room. Sally was sitting on the couch, fuming. "You son of a bitch," she hissed when he came back into the room. "You fucked my daughter, with me right up there in the kitchen..." She stood up to confront him.

"Is that what you told your mother? That I fucked you?" Patti shook her head.

"I said we had made love," Patti replied, in a soft voice. Paul bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She started to return the kiss, and stopped, giving him a quizzical look.

"That's what I'd call it, too," he whispered to her. He looked at Sally. "Yes, Patti and I made love in your basement last night. You knew I wanted to, and, from what Patti told me, you suggested as much to her. Why is it a problem?"

"B...b...be..." Sally stood there, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Because, because, I.. wasn't.. ready.. to share you.. with anyone but Rita. I know you suggested it, and I mentioned it to her, but I wasn't ready for it to be real. Shit, what does that make me?" She plopped back down on the couch.

"Human," Paul replied. He turned to Patti. "This is sort of an example of why society condemns what Mom and I are doing. Way back when civilization was just starting, and communities were still nomadic tribes, children were discouraged from having sex with parents to keep peace in their tents. 

"Think what would have happened if a father and son were to fight over who was going to mate with the mother/wife; or if the mother preferred the more virile son. 

"And if the son was having his needs met by his mother, it would have discouraged him from visiting other tribes looking for a mate, establishing ties between tribes, until he was nearly at the age where it was difficult to conceive.

"In addition, it was believed that the seed of younger stock was stronger, and, when paired with similar young stock, resulted in healthier offspring. The owners of the flocks applied that same thinking to their children, encouraging the young men to mate with young women."

Rita tapped Sally on the shoulder and led her to the kitchen. "I think we should leave them alone to work this out. Anything we try to add will only muddy the water." Sally nodded.

"Do you have anything stronger than coffee?" She asked. Rita nodded and pointed her to the cupboard.

Back in the living room, the couple had seated themselves on the couch. "You said there were three reasons," Patti reminded him.

"Property rights. A man had to be certain that all the children in his tent were his and had a right to share his estate. If sons could mate with their mothers, it would have muddied the inheritance question beyond solution."

"And you think that's all there is to it? What about all the stories about birth defects and malformed children, children with mental defects or crazies or..."

"Many of them are like urban myths, based on situations resulting from generations of in-breeding, or cases involving young girls who were abused by parents or older relatives, brothers, uncles, even grandparents. 

"On one of my career exploration site visits, I had a chance to interview a woman who had been involved with her father, her mother's two brothers, both grandfathers, a younger brother and her mother. None of that was causing her any problems, even though it had gone on for eight years. She even laughed about her mother's father trying to feel her up at her wedding. 

"She was having a problem accepting that her father had admitted to her he was gay, and her two siblings were half siblings, each by a different uncle with her mother. The children all looked normal and functioned in society without problems." 

"But, this is all aside from the issue at hand. I don't plan to have children with my mother. The only woman I want to have children with is you. I realized that this morning, but, if you can't accept my relationship with my mother..."

"What about your relationship with my mother?"

"Like I told you yesterday, we had sex once, totally spur of the moment, maybe to be repeated. It pretty much depends on you and her."

"So, you'd continue to sleep with your mother, but not mine. Why?"

"All of this assumes that we are involved in a sexual relationship, is that right?" Patti nodded. "That means that you have accepted, if not approved of, my continuing to have sex with my mother. 

"If your mother wanted to have sex with me, occasionally, regularly or sporadically, since you would be my primary partner, we would need your permission, blanket or episodic, to engage in any sexual activity."

"Primary partner? What does that mean?"

"Mostly it means, you are the woman I must satisfy. If we are involved in any kind of group situation, unless you say otherwise, you are my first partner, and regardless what else happens, you are the last woman I'm with each night. And there is no sex with any other woman unless you give me permission.

"What if I want to have sex with another man?"

"I could hardly say no, but I would hope you would let me know before hand, and honor my feelings about it. There are certain people I would rather not see you involved with, but ultimately it would be your decision." 

"Christ, Paul, you make it sound like a business transaction. If the client wants option A, then...if not, then option B and C will entail..."

"I guess in some ways, it is. Most couples get to work this out, implicitly over a few months. We've had it pushed in our face after, what, two conversations and one date..."

"Could you at least put your shorts back on while we talk?"

He grinned. "Only if you strip down to your panties."

"What!!" she shouted, "why?"

"Because, we practice casual nudity at home, and I like to look at your bubbies; they're cute."

Patti looked like she was going to explode. Briefly, Paul thought he had just blown any chance of saving the relationship he wanted with her. Then she laughed. "Be serious," she said, earnestly, slapping his thigh. "This is important. We're talking about our future here."

"Are we, Patti? Are we talking about our future?" he asked softly.

She recognized the import of what she had said, and the implication in his question. She realized the man she had been with last night was the man she wanted to be with the rest of her life. She also knew she would be sharing him, with his mother, with her mother, and probably, with her sister.

Patti pulled off her tee shirt. "I'm afraid so. Ours, our mothers'." She stood up to remove her slacks. "I hope you're up to this, 'cuz you're gonna be one busy fucker." 

Paul stood and put his arms around her to unfasten her bra. "Are you sure? Is this what you want?"

"Is it what I want? I... I don't know. I know I want to be with you; that means accepting your mother into our lives in a unique way. And if I do that, I can't very well exclude my mother, or my sister. Is that what you want? 

"If what you said earlier, about wanting to have children with me is true, then, in accepting you and your mother, I'm bringing you a harem of sorts. Are you ready for that?"

"Who in hell knows? What happened between me and Mom was an accident, neither of us were looking or prepared for. If she hadn't hurt her wrists, it probably would never have happened. 

"Somehow your mom clued into it and suggested a threesome occasionally. I was in the kitchen and overheard her, so I called her out and arranged for her to stop by tomorrow so we could surprise my mom. Things sort of got out of hand and we had a quickie threesome on the spot. My mom invited yours to come over tonight to spend the night, but that's probably out of the question now."

He pulled her bra down her arms and dropped it on the couch. His hands slid down her sides and into her panties, caressing her buttocks. She grabbed his hands. "Sorry, not a good idea. I'm surprised you didn't taste the blood last night. I was a bit of a mess when I woke up."

"Damn. When?"

"My first two days are usually the heaviest, with probably more flow than you want to deal with on the third day. By Tuesday, she should be open for visitors," Patti smiled. "Just for the record, all that stuff before about us having children, and who could sleep with who, was that supposed to be a marriage proposal?"

Paul cocked his head to look at her, his hands still in the back of her panties. "And if it was?"

"No, no," she chided him. "None of that; yes or no?"

"Then," he hesitated two or three seconds, watching the smile in her eyes trying to avoid her mouth. "Yes."

"Then," she said, reaching up to pull his face down for a kiss, "yes." Her eyes were dancing with happiness when she broke the kiss. "I think we should go tell our mothers. Mine is going to flip her lid."

They walked into the kitchen, hand in hand. As soon as she saw Sally, still fully dressed, Patti went, "Tsk Tsk, Momma, you're over dressed. Paul told me this is a nude zone. Hurry and get stripped, we have some news for you."

Open mouthed, again, Sally stood up and pulled her top off. "Can I help, Sally?" offered Paul, walking to her and unfastening her bra. Rita joined in and managed to grab the zipper pull on her slacks. Sally unfastened the button and Paul pushed slacks and panties to the floor, then rejoined Patti. He whispered something to her, eliciting a saucy smile.

"Momma, you didn't tell me you had been invited to spend the night here tonight. I was going to invite Paul to spend the night with me, but I guess I can't do that now."

"Patti, last night was bad enough. If Di had been home, I would have come down and made Paul leave."

"Oh, Momma! You're not protecting Di from anything. She knows all about the birds and bees, and men and women. She's already surveying her classmates to find her date for New Years Eve so she can give up her cherry after midnight." 

She turned to Paul, "Di was born on New Years Day, can you believe it? We've talked a lot about what she should be looking for. She'll freak out tonight when I throw my fiancé into her bunch of guys to consider."

Sally looked at her daughter, consternation on her face. "What bunch...Fiancé? Who...when...what...Patti! What the fuck are you talking about?"

Rita had walked around the table and was hugging the two young adults. "I guess that means you two have settled Patti's concerns."

Paul nodded. "She's going to go home tonight to stay with Diane, while you and I entertain Sally as we had planned."

Rita looked at Patti, the question plain. She nodded. "My period started this morning and I'm not in any shape to participate. This seemed to be a good way to announce my acceptance of the situation. 

"Paul has promised that when I do join the group, I can be first if I want to, but I will definitely be the last one in the group he fucks."

Sally had made her way to the group. "Patti, baby, are you sure?" She looked her daughter in the face. "Are you sure this is what you want, this kind of open marriage?"

"Momma, Thursday morning, I saw Paul in the Student Union, and when I saw he left me his cell number, I couldn't understand why I couldn't stop smiling all day. And yesterday, after we made the date to go to the movies, I felt like I was floating all day. And last night...mmm!!

"This afternoon, when we barged in, I was shocked, as much at the nudity as at what Paul and, may I call you Rita, Rita were doing. His explanation reminded me of some other stuff I had read, and since children won't be an issue with them, the fact they are mother and son isn't anybody's business but theirs. 

"I've come to expect that men are going to cheat. I saw it in high school. I've seen it this year on campus, you say Daddy did, my friends' dads did. Hell, I knew of at least two of my high school teachers who were cheating on their wives, with other teachers! At least this way, I know who with, and with the three or four of us, we should provide enough variety to keep him home."

"Four?" asked Rita.

"Paul, close your ears. If you hear this, she'll kill me." He grinned and went to the bathroom. "Di has had a crush on him for years. I've heard her call his name sometimes when, you know. I'm sure when I tell her he will be available for her on her birthday, she'll stop hunting for so..." 

They heard the toilet flush. "So, anyway, you three can have your good time tonight. Paul said I had to give you both my permission, and you have it, whenever he isn't busy in my box; just remember we all have to share, so be gentle with him," she laughed.

Paul walked Patti back into the living room and watched her as she dressed. "Damn," he said. "I wish..."

"Me, too," she said, smiling. "Tuesday. We can send Di back here to help Rita, and you can spend the night with me and Mom. Will that make up for having to wait?"

"Probably not, but it'll help. Next weekend, you'll stay here?" He bent down to nibble at her neck.

"You, sir," she moaned, "are a fucking tease. I'm so glad you encouraged me to use that word. It has come in very handy." Paul laughed and released her. 

"If you're gonna go, go. As far as I'm concerned, messy is no impediment to making love. Which I will demonstrate to you sometime soon." He smiled at her shocked expression. 

"It turns a lot of guys off, but I'm not one of them. In my sophomore year, I dated a girl who had painful periods; her roommate told her sex was a sure fire way to relieve the pain. Twice a day and she was pain free, mostly."

Patti shook her head. "Reverse Psychology, and now naturopathic medicine. Any other talents you're hiding."

"I'm a fair cook of microwave meals, and play a mean shoe horn in the hat band. That's about it."

"You're crazy, but I love you."

"Love you, too, babe. I'll drive Sally home tomorrow. See you then." he said, kissing her lightly. "Now, go, or Di will be calling the cops looking for you and your mother." 

"You be good to momma; she's had a hard afternoon. Make it a harder night." She laughed and ran out the door and down the driveway, feeling, again, like she was floating.

Paul walked back into the kitchen. Rita was sitting at the table sipping at her drink through a straw. Sally was bent over pulling on her panties, her back to the door. Paul signaled his mother not to say anything, then sneaked up behind Sally and pulled her panties back down. She fell on to the table, enabling him to pull them off her feet. "Paul!" she screamed. "What are you doing?"

"Don't you remember, this is a nude zone. And Patti gave me some very definite instructions regarding you. She said you'd had a hard afternoon, and I was supposed to make it harder." 

He reached for the voluptuous blonde. When she felt his hands on her waist, she twisted away and faced him. At five-three, she had to tilt her head back slightly to look at his face. The nine inch differential in their height was substantial.

"Make it harder? What does that mean?"

"I heard her give you and Mom permission to avail yourselves of my service whenever it was available to you, so I expect she meant I was to make whoopee with you; isn't that what the song says?"

"I can't do that with you now; you're my future son."

"True, your future son who has been instructed by his future wife to fuck the bejeezus out of his future mom-in-law. You don't want me to get into trouble with my future wife, do you?" He moved toward her, she side stepped away from him.

"Rita! Speak to your son! Make him behave!" She had run into the wall, and was looking for a way to avoid him. Suddenly, he was hoisting her over shoulder. "Paul! Put me down, right now!" she screamed. "Rita! Do something!"

"I' m sorry, Sally. There's nothing I can do," she said, holding up her casts. "Besides, isn't it a little hypocritical of you, saying it's okay for me to fuck my son, my blood relative, but it's not okay for you to fuck someone who is only going to be related by law some time in the future."

Paul looked at her, sitting there, nude. "Why don't you come join us in a half hour or so? Will you be okay until then?"

"I'll be fine. Will that be long enough?"

He reached up and pushed his fingers into the space between Sally's thighs from the back, searching for her lady. When he found it, Sally shook her hips to dislodge his finger. Feeling the moisture, he just grinned at his mother. She laughed.

"Paul Tomkins! You put me down right now," Sally ordered him.

"In a minute, Ma." he replied.

"Ooo!" she growled. "You just wait until I tell Patti what you're doing. She won't stand for this." 

They were in the upstairs hallway. Paul flipped her over and pulled her down so he was cradling her in his arms. "Now that's about as empty a threat as I've ever heard. I'm only doing what she told me to do." He turned into his room and carried her to his bed. Knee walking up onto the bed,he dropped her in the center. After the bounce, he lowered his head and caught one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Oh god, you little...unnnh", she reacted to his teeth grazing the tip of the nipple. "Damn you. What are you going to do to me?"

He turned so he could look at her face without relinquishing the breast. "Evwe fwing," he said around the nipple.

"Ooohhh!" she said, her eyes wide. "Oh, no, not...you can't try to put that thing up my butt! You'll kill me!"

"Okway," he replied, "evwe fwing elph." grinning.

She laughed and collapsed on the bed. "Oh, shit! What have we got ourselves into?"

Paul let go the tit and pulled himself up beside her, capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this with you? Do you remember the first time we met? 

"It was ten years ago, you and Mom had just started working for the doctors, and they were having their annual beach picnic for the families. You were there with the girls, and I was with Mom. You were wearing a brown and black bikini and brought your blanket to lay down by ours.

"You said hello to Mom and introduced your girls to her, then Mom introduced me to you. I thought you were the prettiest woman I'd ever seen in real life. When you turned away to take your cooler to the picnic area, I told Mom some of your pussy hair had escaped from your suit. She caught up with you and said something. I could see the blush from where I was. 




Mother's Helper Ch. 03-04



Chapter 3 — The offering

After breakfast, the humiliated mother excused herself and took a long, hot shower, wondering what exact form the repercussion would be to her screw-up. Janice and Matt had no contact the remainder of the morning. Only once did he see her, and then from a distance. He stood in the doorway to the den. She was kneeling at the coffee table, writing intently in a book. But he didn't say anything and left the house. Soon after, she left for the gym.

When he returned home in the afternoon, he found her sunbathing again, lying on her front. But this time there was an almost empty margarita pitcher and a full glass on the table next to the bottle of sun block. They greeted each other. His appearance made her even more nervous, swallowing her drink. Yet she was grateful that he'd finally arrived, wondering if he'd notice that she was wearing a bikini different from that of yesterday. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"Do you mean for my punishment?" She sounded almost eager to Matt.

"No, that's for later." He realized she wore a different bikini. This one was much more abbreviated and the material was thinner. He made sure to massage as high as possible on her thighs and as low as possible on her back. She groaned quietly.

"Okay, time to turn over."

"Would you tie my top, please?"

"I don't see why. Yesterday you were naked in the kitchen." There it was. She realized he was determined to keep pushing her.

"But my back was turned to you, and I was a few feet away, not lying underneath you!" Matt shrugged and tied the strings, but much tighter than she had the day before. "Oh, that's tight!" she cried, surprised, but turned over, eyes closed to the sun. Matt stared at her breasts, straining against the taut, skimpy fabric. He shot two long strands of sun block up her legs and, beginning with her feet, worked up, rubbing in the cream. When he reached her thighs, he kneaded the flesh with an outward motion, forcefully spreading her thighs wider and staring at her bikini bottom. He could clearly see the outlines of her camel toe, the labia puffy against the thin material.

His knees pressing firmly against her hips, he squirted a load of lotion on her belly. "Ohhh," she murmured. He squeezed a second shot on the tops of her breasts, exposed above the bikini top. Suddenly, she froze, mouth agape, staring at herself.

"Close your mouth," he instructed. Once she did, he sprayed a burst of lotion on her forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. He knelt motionless, enjoying the picture, his cock pressing against his shorts. They both remained still. Janice was shocked at how she would appear to a friend or neighbor, her knees spread wide until they extended off the sides of the chaise lounge, her legs glistening, her chest heaving with excitement, ropes of white lotion snaking across her face, breasts and belly.

He leaned down and whispered. "Do you know what you look like, Mother?" She knew very well, her pussy fluttering, but his voicing the question filled her with a wave of humiliation. Her pussy tingled. He was relentless.

"Yes, but I can't say it to you, it's obscene. It's so bad you'd have to force me to say it. Not that you ever would."

Gently, he slapped her left cheek with his right hand, scattering the lotion. With that act of discipline, the energy between them changed forever. "Mother, I asked you a question." He noticed that she didn't object to the slap, but her eyes had defocused and he thought her already fat nipples had grown even larger. Do you know how you look with the sun block all over your face and chest?"

"I. . . I suppose so. . . yes, Matthew." He increased the pressure of his knees against her hips.

He slapped her other cheek. "Well?" There was absolutely no way she would ever say it. He laughed at her discomfort. "You look like a cake, and I'm the baker decorating you for a birthday with white frosting."

"Oh, of course!" she sighed with relief, but cringing with embarrassment at her lewd mind and the wanton image it had conjured. Matt massaged in the lotion until her stomach was coated. He proceeded to her face, caressing her full eyebrows, strong cheekbones and wide mouth. Finally, he coated her neck and chest. She made no verbal response when he rubbed the tops of her breasts exposed above the bikini, the skin very hot under the intense sun. But her mouth hung open.

"All done," he announced and stood.

"Oh, thank you, Matthew. That was wonderful."

"You owe me, Mother. Don't forget to say goodnight to me tonight. And I won't forget to administer that punishment soon."

That night, when Janice knocked on his door to say goodnight, Matt's night table lamp was still on. This way he could see her front more clearly, instead of outlined by the hall light behind her. Again, she wore only the thin baby doll. She must have washed it. Janice knew the length was skimpy, but the outfit was a lot more protective than standing naked in the kitchen, even if her back had been turned to Matt. Once again she felt a strange restlessness, standing in the doorway, wondering if he would ask her an innocent question like he did in the afternoon, only to have her lascivious mind interpret it in a sexual way.

"Mother, why is the top of your baby doll cut so full, with so much material?" he wondered.

"Gee, I don't know," she said, puzzled by his question. "It's traditional. They're always cut this way."

"What if they were cut tighter?" he asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Well, wouldn't it be cooler in this heat if there were less material?"

"I guess so, sure," she said, aware that she was perspiring.

"Come over here." Without a thought, Janice walked over till she was standing against the bed, her loins level with his head and only inches away. Her breathing had changed. He reached for the material at her sides, but her arms were blocking him from pushing back the extra material. "Move your arms away," he ordered. She held out her arms but they still interfered with Matt's. "No, that won't work. Put them behind you." She crossed her arms behind her, wrist holding wrist. He began moving the gauzy fabric but now her elbows were in the way. "Your arms are still in the way, raise them up." She lifted them till they were horizontal, as if she was doing jumping jacks. "No, they'll tire too quickly like that," Matt said. "Clasp them behind your head."

Obediently, she clasped her palms behind her neck, aware of her jutting breasts. To her, the stretch felt good. She had no idea how it made her look. "Good. Now turn around." She rotated, her luscious ass inches from him. He picked up several magnetic clamps that he'd earlier moved from the magnetic whiteboard in the kitchen to his night table. He tightly gathered the material at her shoulder blades and fastened it with a clamp over her spine in the small of her back. It never even occurred to her to wonder about him having clamps handy on his night table.

"Oh!" she said as the material pressed against her breasts, conforming to them. Matt fastened the lower material at the base of her spine, so the baby doll was also taut over her belly. He grabbed her hips and spun her back to face him. "Wow," he thought to himself. The filmy fabric was stretched so tightly across her breasts he could see them—and her oversized, dark nipples—clearly. She looked down at her son, who was blatantly ogling her breasts. Her nipples and aureole were not only far larger than normal, their color was exceptional – extremely dark, verging on black, a match for the sheaf of cropped black hair on her head. The nipples were abnormally long and thick, the color of dark chocolate.

She felt a wave of wild, defiant abandon mixed with shame as he blatantly inspected her. Exposing herself like this was wrong, but felt wonderfully satisfying. She'd been a hardworking single parent for years. She didn't have to be so serious all the time. She could have a little harmless fun with clothing. It's not as though she was butt naked, like in the kitchen. Besides, it made her feel young and desirable.

He stared up at her, challengingly. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Y–yes, Matthew, it does feel cooler."

"Turn around again," he commanded.

"Wha–what are you going to do now?" she protested, flustered.

"Just do it, Mother. You'll see soon enough. And I'm not pleased with the way you question what I say. Maybe after I speak to the Dean about your bad mothering I should also go see Family Services."

"Oh, Matthew, please don't even joke about something like that. I know how badly I've acted." She turned obediently. Matt gathered the fabric of the skimpy panties and clamped them tautly in the center of her ass, so tight she could feel the cotton pressing between her large pussy lips. As the material pressed into her cunt, she realized with a wave of panic that her slit was wet. A fresh wave of perspiration broke out on her breasts and groin. "Turn." But she stood frozen. Matt waited a moment and then slapped her ass.

"Ouch!" she cried, too stunned to obey his order. So he slapped the other cheek even harder.

"Mother, you're still not behaving." When she finally faced him again, she watched him staring at her pubis. Matt was thrilled. He could see her clit pushing aside its hood, as well as her damp, bare lips. God, they were huge. A narrow trace of clipped hair extended above them. "There, how does that feel?"

"Umm, it's so tight it actually hurts a little." He was acutely aware that she had not lowered her arms from behind her head. That was a good thing, very good.

"It hurts, does it? Well, that's good. Maybe the discomfort will be a reminder to not burn my breakfasts any more. Now go to bed." Disappointed at being dismissed so soon, Janice suddenly became aware of her posture. She'd practically forgotten her raised arms. She lowered them, slightly reducing the pressure on her breasts and trudged to the door, aware of the fabric rubbing against her damp nipples and labia.

She turned back to him. "Aren't you going to loosen my baby doll?"

"No, why don't you sleep like that?"

"But the clamps will hurt when I lay on my back," she complained.

"That complaint has just earned you another punishment," he intoned quietly. He stared at her until she broke away from his gaze, casting her eyes down. "And no, I'm not going to say when or where. But for now you're going to get another smack."

"Oh," she said meekly, surrendering. "Should I turn my ass back to you?"

"No. Spread your legs." She widened her stance as far as possible. In a blur, Matt swung his hand up between her legs and smacked her pussy.

"Arrr," she moaned, chest heaving with the pain, nipples aching, but he was impressed. Not only did she not object, she didn't change her posture by an inch. She was dizzy with excitement and confusion. Without warning, her son had pussy slapped her.

"Very good, mother. You may go now."

She was now so turned on that she was desperate for him to continue. To prolong the time, she remembered a question. "Oh, Matthew, it's almost time for your graduation. Have you thought about what you'd like for a present?"

"Ummm, not yet."

"Well, remember that you deserve anything you'd like. Anything . . . at all."

"OK, thanks. Well, I don't need any clothes. And my car and computer are okay." She stood there, waiting silently. "Um, I guess I have a few ideas for some . . . personalized gifts."

She felt a flash of excitement. "Personalized? Oh, good. Like what?"

"Some things you can do for me."

"Like cook your favorite dinner?"

"No, because you already do that whenever I ask. I'll tell you when I'm good and ready," he said, mysteriously.

Disappointed and frustrated, she said "Goodnight then, sweetheart." She smiled at him and left. So what if a little harmless exhibitionism had progressed a bit further? Matt worked so hard in school and at part-time jobs that he deserved a little fun. Besides, it was not as if there was any sex involved.

Lying on her bed was awkward. It was okay if she lay still, but when she changed position, her breasts and pussy tingled and she was too full of fantasies to fall sleep. Only at 1:30 am, exhausted after fingering herself to multiple orgasms, did she finally sleep.

Chapter 4 — Letting in the breeze

In the morning, Janice kissed Matt awake, wearing her robe loosely belted over a demi bra and French cut panties. "Good morning, handsome. Coffee's ready. And thanks for my new lingerie, sweetie!"

Matt sat up in bed, yawning and rubbing his face. "Let's see. Pose for me at the foot of the bed, like yesterday." Compliantly, she removed the robe, spreading her arms and legs to the corners of the bedposts. She felt daring; the half-bra barely covered her nipples, and the panties seemed like half the size of the pair yesterday, barely enclosing the moist puffy lips she'd just shaved. "Today I want you to pose for longer, so let's give you some yoga help." Matt pulled the belt from her robe and wrapped the cord around a wrist, securing it to the post. He went into the bathroom to find his own bathrobe. Waiting, Janice realized she'd been unconsciously rubbing her pussy over a wooden knob located at the top center of the bed's railing. She stopped when Matt returned and tied off her other wrist with his bathrobe belt. At least the stretch hurt her shoulders. It was only right that she suffered physically and not just enjoy the beautiful lingerie without some form of payment.

Realizing she was immobilized, a thrill shot through Janice's stretched body. "Matthew, is this really necessary?"

"I'm afraid so, Mother. This stretch will warm you up for your next yoga class. And now I can have a detailed look at your new ensemble."

"Oh, okay. Do you approve?" She blushed as his gaze lingered over her body. He rubbed his fingers over the front and rear bra straps and all around the panty edges. His touch felt incredible on her chest, shoulder blades, belly and back. She resumed her small movements, subtly humping her mound over the head of the bed knob.

"Yes, Mother. You look incredible." He began to leave the room.

"Honey, where are you going?" she cried.

"Outside to get the paper," he replied in a self-evident tone.

"But you can't leave me like this!" she said, nervous.

"Like what?" he said innocently.

"Tied up! Bound!"

"Mother, what's the big deal? You hold yoga poses for five or ten minutes all the time. This is just another pose to stretch you."

"Oh, yes, I see. . . I guess you're right."

When Matt had not returned after ten minutes, she supposed he was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Humiliated and restless, she kept rubbing her pussy against the bulbous protrusion on the railing and soon she could not stop, gyrating and sweating, twisting faster and harder, moaning and shaking until she orgasmed, a flood of pussy juice inundating the thin slip of panties.

Matt had been peeking around the doorframe, relishing the sight of her masturbating in his bedroom, wearing revealing lingerie and humping the bed railing. Now he noted the glistening skin, the harsh breathing, the hips slightly moving. He entered, pretending to be unaware of what had happened, and untied the disheveled mother, her gorgeous skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration. She was so embarrassed she kept her head down, afraid to make eye contact. She was almost out the door when he said, "Don't you say thank you, Mother?"

"Oh," she said, startled. "Umm, I suppose that. . . Yes, I should. Thank you, Matthew."

"Thank you for?"

"Oh. . . Umm, thank you for stretching me—like in yoga."

"You're welcome. And don't forget to come back tonight before bedtime. Be here at 10 o'clock sharp."

"Yes, son. I won't forget."

            * * *

That night, at 10:10, the nubile mother stood in her son's room, clamps reattached to the rear of her baby doll top and briefs, her thighs touching his bedside. Matt was especially excited by the fact that she'd clasped her hands behind her head without him having to instruct her.

The day, including a hard workout at the gym, had been uneventful, but the hours had passed at a slow, tormenting pace. At breakfast, he had asked, "How did you sleep last night, Mother?"

"Not too well," Janice admitted, "since I woke every time I changed position from sleeping on my side to my back." She dared not tell him the other reason for her restless night, that she'd fingered herself to several orgasms by replaying every minute of the scene in his bedroom. She'd permitted her own son to manipulate her lingerie so he could see her breasts and pussy. Her pussy had gushed at the prospects of what lay in store for her the next night. When she'd awoken, she wondered if he would force her into something even more lewd. Certainly, letting herself be tied up by Matt, then thrusting herself against the wood knob on his bed until she climaxed qualified as more lewdness.

"Oh well. In any case, I want you to wear the baby doll in the same way tonight." Her eyes flicked up at his. "Do you understand?" he asked, firmly.

"Yes, Matthew," she said, demurely.

Matt had spent every opportunity that day researching bondage and discipline on the web. He learned a great deal and was beside himself with excitement. But it was new territory and he realized he had to go slowly. He thought about the few dates Janice had reluctantly agreed to in the past couple of years. He'd thought the men were decent enough, but she had been disappointed. When he asked why, she either said they were too old, too drab or too wishy-washy. She said she liked men who were exciting, fun, firm and decisive.

She was hopelessly preoccupied the entire day at work, failing to complete some assignments and making errors in what she did manage.

That night, as she stood facing him, Matt was not lying in bed, but sitting on the edge, wearing only black boxers, his knees outside his mother's thighs. "You're late."

"What do you mean? It's 10:00," she said, lying.

"No it's not, it's 10:10. Why are you late?"

"I forgot — I mean, I didn't notice the time." Matt noted the contradiction in her reply. He suspected she was intentionally late, to test his response.

"It's rude to keep people waiting, and you've now earned yourself a second punishment." He noticed that her breathing increased.

"Have you decided how you're going to. . . discipline me?"

"Yes, but all I'm going to say is that it will hurt." She gasped almost inaudibly. "Now. This baby doll can be even cooler, Mother. Turn around." She rotated, her delectable ass inches from his face. He moved the clamp over her rear till it was at the top of her crack, then forced the thin gauze into her crack, exposing her tawny ass.

"Oh!" she mumbled as his hands touched her ass cheeks. "Matthew, I'm standing here practically naked in front of you."

"No, mother, you're hardly naked. It's like you're wearing a G-string or thong, which a lot of women and girls wear at hip beaches. Besides, it's cooler this way."

Janice was acutely aware that her body was burning up from the lurid experience of being exposed in her son's bedroom. However, Matt had only begun. Grasping the waistband of the panties on both her hips, he pulled up. "Ugghh," she muttered. The gusset embedded itself so deep in her ass crack that her cheeks were totally exposed, but it also pressed on her clit and sank into the slit of her pussy. He tugged again and she moaned with pleasure, the fabric already drenched from her gushing cunt.

"Face me," he said. This time she dared not hesitate. As her front rotated into position, she saw the tent in his underwear. Matt stared at the material that was stuffed into her slit. He could see that the little excess fabric not embedded was saturated with her juices and plastered to her prominent, fleshy lips and clit. Matt was momentarily dumbfounded. None of the girls he'd been with had labia remotely as large as his mother's. "Does that feel cooler?" Ass and pussy burning, she nodded her head, biting her lip, too distracted by the spasms inside her pussy to speak.




Mother's Helper Ch. 03-04



She noticed there was a spray bottle in his hand. "I just filled this from the pitcher of cold water we keep in the frig. Time to cool you down on such a hot night." He blasted her right breast and she cried out from the icy shock. Before she could recover, he sprayed the other breast. "Arghhh!" she moaned. Matt was pleased, studying the fat clit, lips and shaved mound. Both of her dark nipples grew even more erect, straining against the thin material, completely visible under the drenched material. He shot a stream of the frigid liquid against her pussy. She gasped and squirmed but did not break her posture. After the shock wore off, she admitted to herself that the spray actually felt refreshing. 

"Now kneel."

Oh, God, she thought, distraught. She couldn't trust herself to comply. Would he expose his handsome young cock? Would he make her go down on him? Matt stared at her, visibly displeased. Without warning, his arm shot out, grabbed her ear and pulled. She yelled and scrambled to her knees, her breathing irregular, flushed and sweating.

She'd never knelt in front of him like this. Awkwardly, her hands behind her neck, she knelt between his legs, her mouth inches from the tip of his underwear. Janice shuddered, thinking her son was about to force her to lick and suck his thick cock, the same way as she'd sucked off his fingers in the kitchen. Perhaps he'd twist her arm. Maybe he'd even make her deep throat him until he came in her hot, wide mouth. She licked her lips with apprehension. He lifted a pair of scissors. She was confused and concerned as he pressed the cold metal against her breast. When he began cutting away the material, beginning at the base of her breasts, she was too excited to be concerned any more.

When he'd cut around to her sides, he pulled her head and shoulders in closer to him so he could cut the remaining half off her back. Her head was thrust into his groin, the large prick in his underwear resting against her cheek. She could feel the heat and throbbing. Unable to turn her head to it, she groaned in frustration as the bottom half of the baby doll fell away. Matt relented a little on the pressure and she managed to turn her head and face his cotton-covered cock. Then he pulled very hard on the few inches of material remaining on her back and forced the extra cotton into the jaws of the clamp, squashing the fabric so hard into her breasts that they indented under the pressure across their middle and bulged on the tops and bottoms. She cried out in pain and Matt's cock, still inside the cotton boxers, popped into her wide-open mouth.

Although she did not suck him, Matt felt her hot breath on his rigid prick, even through his boxers as he unexpectedly shot off for thirty seconds with a huge load that saturated his boxers. Janice almost keeled over from the jerking member and the heady tang of her son's fresh semen. She was amazed when he kept jerking over and over. After an entire minute of shooting, he slowly pulled her mouth off him and stared down, her head hung in shame but so turned on she was breathing fast and hard. He understood she was staring fixedly at his drenched groin. The baby doll top was now reduced to a thin strip only two inches wide, exposing much of her sweating breasts. God, she looked great, the smooth, fat flesh globes heaving.

He put his hand under her chin and raised her head until their eyes met. Hers were glazed with lust and shame. Nothing had happened on purpose, she rationalized. It was not as if she'd gone down on his cock, working it with her tongue and lips, sucking him off. It had been years since she had even seen it. And why shouldn't she stare at his penis? He'd seen her naked. Besides, she was not to blame that it had popped into her mouth. After all, it was covered by his boxers and had been in her mouth for only a brief time. She'd never even tasted his discharge. And she could not possibly be experiencing any pleasure, acutely aware of the fabric pressing in on her bulging breasts. Did Matthew think they were too large? Or that her nipples and clit were too big? Was this the first punishment he'd warned her about?

"Goodnight, Mother." Her eyes changed to an expression of shock and dismay, her eyes beseeching him. How could he be so cruel, dismissing her so peremptorily? She opened her mouth to protest but he covered it with his palm till she acquiesced. He placed his forearms in her armpits and raised her till she was standing, shakily. She groaned as the lifting crushed her nipples into her breast flesh. "That's all for tonight. Go away until tomorrow night." Gently, he pushed her toward the door, watching her exposed ass cheeks with every reluctant, labored step she took, the dripping material rubbing against her throbbing nipples, pounding clit and puffed-up labia. He climbed under the sheets.

"Oh, Mother." She turned, desperately hoping he'd force her to an orgasm. Instead, Matt was holding his arm out to her. "Take these and clean them." She shuffled back to him, her hands outstretched. "Same position," he said. She knelt again, reeling at the speed with which he was becoming increasingly severe and dominating, never missing a chance to humiliate, tease and excite her. Matt dropped his boxers into her palms. Her hands sagged slightly from the weight of his load. She was mesmerized by the heat, heaviness and strong scent, realizing that they contained a huge amount of spunk.

"Now raise your arms." The slavish mother held them up, cupped, as if they were a sacrificial offering. Matt pushed her hands and arms back until they were above her head and chest. Ever so slightly and slowly, he squeezed her fingers around the bulging briefs. She stared at the hands above her, shocked, humiliated and stimulated by the sight of fresh white jizz, still hot, seeping out to the edges of her palms.

Matt squeezed a bit harder. His huge load began to fall off the sides of her hands and drip onto her black hair and forehead. Another squeeze and the steaming stuff oozed out between her long tanned fingers and splattered onto her nose, chin and chest. Now Matt compressed her fingers much more and streams of his cream splashed all over her face and near-naked breasts, running down into the scrap of fabric pressing her aureole and nipples, accumulating so much that it cascaded down onto her exposed thighs. She opened her mouth, trying to capture a small part of the stream. By the time the boxers had been squeezed out, her entire front was drenched in his discharges. Neither of them moved, stunned by the outrageousness of the act, not sure what to do next. Matt was at a loss. Janice realized that Matt had enough in his one load to equal that of at least three normal guys. She must look as if she'd been in a Bukkake session, the kind she viewed on the Web.

After a minute, he said, "You can go now." Too shamed to even glance at him, Janice stood and trudged to the bathroom, where the hamper was located. The scent of the jism was overwhelmingly strong. In the bathroom, she dropped to her knees and was about to place the dripping underwear in the hamper when she hesitated. She needed a taste so badly. There was so much of it, and it was still warm. . . .

Suddenly, Matt had to pee. He walked quietly to the bathroom in his bare feet. It was a surprise to see his mother kneeling on the floor in front of the hamper, her ass completely bare. He entered from directly behind her, seeing in the floor-length mirror that her face was buried in his briefs. She inhaled deeply. Then she stuck out her long tongue at the bottom of the fabric and began licking up the entire length. It was delicious, not bitter or tart like so many guys she'd blown, but warm and rich, just slightly tangy. As she reached the top, he grabbed the hair on the back of her head and roughly yanked it back until her face was pointed up, tongue extended, loaded with his cream. Her forehead, eyebrows, nose, cheeks and chin were still dappled with spunk.

"Huh!" she grunted in shock, her chest heaving with cringing embarrassment, her body squirming beneath Matt's grip on her hair, and stared up at Matt's face as a wave of humiliation crashed over her. "Don't you dare swallow that load! Mother, I said to have my boxers cleaned, not to swab off my load with your tongue."

"Uhnhh," she moaned, as several long strands of jism fell off the edges of her overfilled tongue onto her breasts. He moved to her front and sat on the hamper. Placing a hand beneath her chin, he forcefully tilted her head forward until his cum poured out of her mouth into his cupped hand. She groaned with frustration. "On second thought, we don't want to waste this, now do we?" Although her eyes were downcast with shame to the floor, he noticed that she licked her lips incessantly, relishing in the taste of whatever cum remained on them.

He yanked up her head until she met his eyes. "No I wouldn't want to waste it," she agreed defiantly, her eyes blazing. "Yours is the best I ever tasted, a perfect combination of sweet and salty."

"Then take it back," Matt ordered, pulling back her head again and opening his cupped hand so the gunk flowed down into her gaping mouth and splashed all over her face and chest. She took big gulps and swallowed it all, greedily.

They stayed that way for a time, Matt thinking. "Since you like cum so much, you can go to bed with it like that. No washing your face or chest. And no cleaning up and swallowing. Just leave it alone. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Now go."

Still stunned, she managed to drag herself to her feet and shakily stumbled out the door. It wasn't until after she left that he realized his boxers were not on the bathroom floor. He sat there for a while, thinking about this turn of events. Then Matt went, again quietly, to Janice's open door and peered into her bedroom. Now asleep, she had kicked off the sheet and lay sprawled on her stomach, since the clamps prevented her from sleeping on her back. One arm extended over the side of the bed, his underwear lying inside out beneath her dangling hand. He noticed that virtually all his cum had been removed from the briefs, and was pleased to see that her face and chest, still coated with his sticky residue, shined in the faint hallway light as it slowly dried overnight. She would wake to the degrading experience of her son's cum, now dried to a crust, flaking off her face, breasts and belly in the exposing light of day.

"All in all, not a bad night," he thought. He realized that, before he expected to get any more sleep that night, he'd have to make plans for tomorrow night.

Next: Janice injures her ankle and must be restrained from movement.



Mother's Helper Ch. 03



"You turned away from the crowd and fixed it, before you saw me watching. You blushed again, then smiled at me, like we had a secret. I almost came in my swimsuit. I think I jacked off to that for almost two years."

Paul's hands had been lightly stroking Sally from her breasts to her knees, as he talked. He had also been kissing her lightly around the face and shoulders, occasionally, randomly nipping at her with his lips. She had been turned on in the kitchen when he threw her over his shoulder. Every thing since then had only heightened her arousal.

His story brought back her memory of the day, and the embarrassment at being seen by her new friend's 12-year old. And now, ten years later, that same twelve year old was getting ready to fuck her. 

She reached down to grab him by the hair and pulled him up for a kiss. "You are a goddam fucking tease, do you know that? If you're gonna do it, dammit, do it." She opened her legs to him and pulled him over her. He positioned himself, his crown right at her opening, maybe a quarter inch inside. 

He bent down to whisper, "Are you sure?"

"You little bastard," she laughed, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him into her. Paul lowered his weight onto her just enough so she couldn't move. Then, using about half of his length, he began to slowly stroke into her.

Unlike their slam-bam sex the other day, this was slow and deliberate, hitting all the spots in and outside. Fast enough to build her arousal, but slow, so it denied her the immediate release she was craving.

"Goddam you," she moaned, trying to thrust her hips at him, to no avail. "Paul, you son of a bitch, oh, goddam it, unnnnnnh," she tried again to move. "Oh you mother lover, I'll get you for this, I swear!"

Paul just grinned at her, then covered her mouth with his and slid his tongue in and out of her mouth, never quite leaving it, matching the movement and tempo of his cock in her pussy. She squealed in frustration, her hands and fists beating a tattoo on his shoulders and back.

He pulled back from his 'kiss,' to whisper in her ear, "What do you want, Sally?"

He felt as well as heard her laugh. "You bastard, you know what I want."

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me," she said, just barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"I said I want you to fuck me," she repeated in a normal tone of voice.

"Hmm? I still can't hear you."

"You fucking tease," she said, smiling. "Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me, hard! Fuck me, fast!" She pulled his face to her and began tongue fucking his mouth, jabbing her tongue into him in the manner she wanted his cock. "Like that," she panted.

Paul grinned and shifted his weight off her. Slowly he increased the force and tempo of his sawing motion. "Yesss," Sally, hissed, returning his motion. "Ooohhh, god, yessss! It's cooooooooooommmming! Ooooooooooohhhhhhh, motherrrrrr!!! Yesssssssssss!" As her hips began to become erratic in their thrusting , Paul lowered his hips, pinning her to the bed again.

All her energy was transferred to the muscles in her sheath, which began to spasm rhythmically, milking his cock, setting off his own climax. The hot splashes of his fluids against her inner walls added to Sally's orgasmic bliss. 

She threw her arms and legs around Paul, pulling him into her so tightly, there was no space between them from shoulder to crotch. "O my god, o my god," she chanted as she lay there under him, holding on as if for dear life. 

Until Rita spoke, Sally was unaware of her presence on the bed. "Are you okay, Sally? Do you need anything? You seemed to be a bit out of touch there for a while."

"Oh, damn, Rita. Your son...Has he ever done that to you? I swear, he's a fucking sadist, excuse my french."

"I don't know; what did he do?"

She poked Paul, still laying on her, her legs still wrapped around his thighs. "Tell your mother what you did to me, you little snot."

"All I did was make her admit she wanted me to make love to her."

"Oohh! You...stinker!" She made a face at Paul. Looking at Rita, she went on, "First, he teased the shit out of me until I couldn't stand it, I was so turned on. Then he held me down so I couldn't move anything but my hands and arms while he screwed me so damn slowly I thought I was going to burst with needing to come. Then, when I finally did come, he held me down again and it was like my damn vagina was trying to break out and run away."

"Sooo," Rita laughed, "you had a good time. Any regrets?"

Sally grinned. "No, dammit. I suppose this means I have to let him fuck me now." She patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, are you awake? Are you gonna stay there all day?" She flexed her Kegel muscles, and was surprised to feel a substantial resistance. "Holy crap, are you still hard? I can't believe it. Easy out then; I can't take any more right now."

He bent down to kiss her. "You sure?" 

She nodded. "You have to remember, this isn't one of your co-ed pussies; it's more like a soccer mom pussy, one that gets tired after a romp like that."

"Okay, if you say so," he said sawing his way back out, to her moans.

"Mmm, damn. We do get to do this again tonight, right?"

Rita laughed. "Just remember, we're sharing."

They decided to go out for dinner, to a local franchise steakhouse. Like they had the first night Rita had needed help, they took turns assisting Rita with her meal. When ever it was Paul's turn, his left arm went around her shoulder, to caress and pet her. There was nothing seemingly inappropriate, but it served to remind her of what was to come. 

If he was overly attentive to his mother, Sally did not suffer from lack of attention. While not overly solicitous, he was the perfect gentleman, opening doors, pulling out chairs, ordering drinks and meals for his two companions. It was an evening of being doted on such as the two women hadn't experienced before, and they were both damp with anticipation when they left the restaurant.

When they arrived home, Paul offered them a drink. While he mixed them, he asked Sally to select some music they could listen and dance to, something slow and romantic. She selected an eclectic mix of Frank, Sarah, some early Norah and Dianna Krall. 

He had mixed up some more of the drinks he and his mother had shared earlier in the day. Sally looked at the strangely colored drink before she tried it. "Some witches brew?" she joked.

"Maybe," admitted Paul. "It's a long, sloe screw on a Sunday afternoon."

Sally coughed and spit out the bit she had in her mouth, laughing. "You're kidding?"

"Swear to God. Based on the screwdriver, with some sloe gin and topped with a sparkling white wine. There is a version called a long sloe screw that replaces the white wine with club soda, but I prefer this one."

"You know, you don't need to get us drunk. We're pretty much sure things for you tonight. Any night, now, I guess. If I had any reservations, you did away with them this afternoon. I don't have any idea how I'll face my daughters tomorrow, but after our two times together..."

Paul stopped her with a kiss. "Thank you, but it was just as much you as it was me. " 

She smiled. "Why don't you take Rita and get her ready for bed. I'll straighten up down here and load the dishwasher, then come join you. I need a shower before...you know."

"You don't really, but it's your decision. See you soon. 

"Mother, Sally has ordered us to bed. Come along, or I shall have to boost you."

"You wouldn't dare," Rita laughed.

"Oh, God, Rita! Don't challenge him; there's no telling what he might do to you." Sally warned her. "Look what he did to me."

Paul had swept his mother up in his arms and started for the stairs. Over his shoulder, Sally saw Rita smile and nod at her, as if to say, "I hope so."

Rita lay on her back, her knees drawn up even with her waist, and spread to give Paul total access to her quim, where he was busy, lazily lapping her labia. Three times he had stimulated her to the point of orgasm, only to stop or to change his rhythm, denying her the release she was beginning to need. The technique he was using was different, but the result was the same as he had achieved with Sally earlier. 

Sally was enjoying herself, playing with Rita's smallish B-sized boobies. Especially now, that her nipples seemed to be super sensitive due to her level of arousal. It, of course, helped that Paul was playing with her lady while he ate out his mother.

Rita was moaning, "Damn you, Paul! Let me come! Oh, shit! I swear, if you don't, I'm gonna break one of these casts over your head. Paul! You little shit! Ohmigod! Yesssss! Uuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her hips began to thrust up into Paul's face as she orgasmed, fluid spouting from her vulva like a small geyser, surprising Paul. 

Laughing, he moved up over his mother, catching her ejaculate the length of his torso, to smear over her as he laid his body on hers. He entered her as her spasms slowed, to restimulate her to a short, quiet climax, sending a shiver of pleasure throughout her body. The smile that welcomed him was like a candle in a dark room.

He began to move in her slowly, gradually building his speed and force, varying the length of his strokes. Rita sighed and lay back, enjoying the feel of her son as he tended to her lady. She looked at the blonde beside her, and pulled her face to hers for a deep, soulful kiss. "I'm glad you're here, Sally. It helps make the pleasure feel more real."

Sally nodded. "I know what you mean. Don't talk. Just let it happen. I can tell you, not all men are able to do what Paul seems to do so easily." She saw Rita wrinkle her brow. "I don't know how your husband was, but mine didn't seem to care if I climaxed or not. You know I've been with a few guys since him, and more were like him than were like Paul."

Rita started to speak, then her eyes opened wide, as did her mouth as she felt the tingle in her abdomen which signaled that her climax was starting to build. 

Sally recognized the signal and smiled. "See. Christ, I envy Patti. If...if wishes were dishes, we'd never go hungry, right." She bent down and kissed Rita, with a touch of tongue, then got up and ran to the bathroom.

She returned just in time to hear Rita's orgasmic groan and see her legs and arms wrap Paul and pull him into her, as he rolled onto his side.

Sally spooned in behind Rita and wormed her arms around her, finding a breast with each hand. "Sweetie, I don't know how you did it alone, but you raised a fine son," she whispered in Rita's ear, nibbling at the lobe. Rita turned her head to capture Sally's mouth.

"Remember how I cleaned you up the other day?" Rita asked. Sally nodded. "How would you like to return the favor?"

Inwardly, Sally blinked. She had been involved in one other threesome, many years ago. The girl-girl action at that time had been limited to some soft kisses and boob play. Rita's actions Wednesday had surprised and excited her, and were much of the reason she had worn out the batteries in her vibrator that evening. 

Although she was mentally hesitating, her head was already nodding, and she was backing away from Rita to give her room to disengage from her son, who was grinning from ear to ear. Another of his fantasies was going to come true before his eyes.

As Rita pulled off her son and positioned herself on her back, she pulled Paul toward her head by his shaft. With Sally beginning to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs, Rita closed her mouth over Paul's cock, sucking in about half of him. He felt her tongue begin to lick and caress him, vacuuming out the little remaining seminal fluid in his shaft.

Sally was on her side, under Rita's leg, stretched across the bed. Her quim was in plain view to Paul, inviting him. Without disturbing his mother, he dropped to his side and pushed Sally's legs open. She looked at him, her eyes wide, and smiled. It soon became a race to see who could get who off first. 

Paul won, because of his greater experience, but not by much. Sally's noisy climax, muffled by Rita's lady, resulted in some vibrations which triggered Rita's orgasm, with a similar result, so that Sally was still in the throes of her own little death when Paul's man sauce hit the back of her throat. It wasn't the first time she had tasted cum from the source, but it was while she was, herself, coming.

The three lay there, gasping for breath, recovering from their pleasure, heads on thighs, in the classic daisy-chain position. Paul started to laugh, huge belly shaking laughs. As such laughter often does, it became contagious. Soon Rita joined, quickly followed by Sally. 

After a few minutes, Paul regained control, at least enough to speak. "Goddam, ladies. I do believe you two have purely fucked me out. I don't think I have anything but powder left in my sack."

"That's good," said Sally. "I worried we might have left a couple of teaspoons of cum in there I'd have to suck out, because I certainly ain't in any shape to fuck anymore tonight. But in the morning, watch out."

Her two companions laughed with her. Rita raised her head to look down her body to her friend. "I'll flip you for first, loser gets to cook breakfast." She flopped her head back down. "Shit, that won't work. You two flip to see who does me, that loser can get breakfast. Yeah, that'll work fine."

Paul huffed out, "I'll get breakfast; you two do each other. First to make the other come gets to do me first. Sally, to keep things even, you can't use your hands." He groaned as he sat up. "Shower, anyone?"

The three of them crowded into a space which was usually overfilled by two people. Pussies, cocks and asses were more than adequately cleaned to the accompaniment of laughs, squeals, tickles, feels and kisses. Paul was the first to exit, and hear the phone. He glanced at the clock. Eleven o'clock. It had to be Patti.

"Hi, babe."

"Hey, love. How's Mom doing?"

"She came around," he laughed, pausing briefly, "three or four times."

Patti laughed. "Good. How are you holding up?"

"Okay, I guess. We may need to find another man, though. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep up the pace."

"As long as you can keep the other up, let us worry about the pace," she giggled.

"That's bad," he groaned. "How are you and Di doing?"

"When I told her we were engaged, she looked like she had lost a friend, until I told her you were willing to be her first lover. I had to explain about you and Rita and Mom. Now she doesn't want to wait. You need to talk to her."

"No problem." He sighed. "This is weird. I know I love you and want to be with you, but we've hardly been alone more than four hours total, and I miss you so bad it hurts."

He could hear the smile in her voice. "Thank you, love. I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you, too. I wish I was there. I'll dream about us tonight. About last night. Tell Mom and Rita I wish I was there with them. Good night, love."

"Good night. Miss you."

Because he liked to sprawl when he slept, Paul had a king sized bed. That is where the trio went to sleep that night. Paul spooned Rita, one hand holding a breast, the other lightly holding her belly, just above her muff. Sally was behind him, holding his dick. As they drifted off to sleep, Sally gave him a light squeeze. He heard her mutter, "Damn, I've missed this."

He was up by nine, in the kitchen, heating up the filling for a frittata. He had just finished beating the eggs and milk when he heard Sally scream, "Oh, shit! I'mmmm coommmmiiiing!" 

He poured the egg mix over the filling and was moving it around so the bottom was set when heard his mother's orgasmic scream. He popped the dish in the pre-heated oven and put on the toast and started the coffee. In a few minutes, he was joined by the two radiant women.

"You two look like I shouldn't ask what you've been up to," he teased.

"You shouldn't," his mother retorted. "Smells good. What's for breakfast?"

"I heated up the left overs we brought home and made a frittata. It's about ready to come out. Toast is down and coffee's dripping. As soon as the table is set, we can sit down."

"Well," said Sally, "point me toward the dishes." 

After breakfast, the women dragged him into the living room and pushed him down to sit in the middle of the couch. Sally knelt before him and pulled off his sweats and shorts. His mother was able to work her hands into the waistband of the bottoms of the shortie pjs she had put on. Sally was attending to his prick orally, deep throating him, to get him ready for Rita.

When he was sufficiently ready, Sally moved aside and helped Rita mount him. She rested her cast covered forearms on his shoulders and began to raise and lower herself, at the same time moving her hips in an elliptical orbit around his rod. 

He sat there, unable to move. Soon, the ellipse was disintegrating, her up and down motion, became erratic. She lowered her cheek to his. "Oh, god, Paul. I love you. Promise me..." She stopped in mid stroke. "No, I can't..." she started to say and dismount from him.

Paul stopped her and pushed her back onto his shaft. "Promise you what, Momma? That we will always be able to do this?" She nodded, not looking at him. 

"I thought Patti made that clear last night. When we talked, I told her you and I and this were a package. If she wanted to be with me, she had to accept this. She will come first; she has to, but just like Sally, if I'm not making love with Patti, and you feel the need, you can have me. 

"And I'm sure there will be times when I want to be with just you, to express how much I love you." Rita looked at her son, her eyes full of love.

"I'm sorry. I'm just being silly, I guess." She turned to Sally. "You said I raised a wonderful son. You brought up a remarkable daughter." she held out her hand to Sally, and brought her in for a three way hug. She pulled herself off Paul and pulled Sally in to take her place, kissing her. "Finish him for me. I need to go pee." She turned to kiss her son. "Thank you, love."

Paul was driving Sally home in mid afternoon. "How's school going? What are you studying? Your Mom said Psychology." she inquired.

"So far it's going great. Yeah, I'm going for the PhD in Psychology, trying to find a way to apply behavioral analysis to clinical psychology outside of a psychiatric hospital or developmental center."

"Do you plan on teaching or practicing?"

"It will probably wind up being an 'and,' rather than an 'or.' I enjoy the bits of teaching I get to do as a TA, but I'm more attracted to the clinical side. It's just difficult to get started, and it takes a long time for it to be profitable enough to have a family. Combining the two, even as an adjunct professor, might make it possible."

"Have you thought of a research topic for your dissertation?"

He laughed. "You won't believe it. I submitted the proposal last Spring. An analysis of the effects of sexual tension in single parent families."

"You're shitting me! Oh, god, that's ironic! Does your mother know?"

"She helped me put the proposal together. I don't think she's remembered." He pulled into her driveway.

"Coming in?" she asked.

"Try to keep me out," he countered, laughing.

Patti met them at the door. After a brief air kiss with her mother, she melted into Paul's arms, their lips locked like a bank safe on Sunday. After what she thought was an indecently long time, Di coughed behind them. Paul opened one eye and looked at her, then separated from his fiancé. 

"Wow! I guess it's true, then, what Patti told me. You two are engaged. When did that happen? I mean, when did you get together? I know most of Patti's dates. I don't think she's ever gone out with anyone more than twice."

"Well," answered Paul, "we had a couple of short conversations at school, and then the other night we had a date that lasted almost twelve hours..."




Mother's Helper Ch. 03



"Twelve hours? What did you do?"

"Uh, we went to see a movie, stopped and had some coffee and conversation, then we came back here and...

"Talked," interjected Patti.

"And kissed," add Paul.

"And cuddled," continued Patti.

"Patti," called Sally, "can you come help here for a minute? I need you to reach a pan."

"Be right there." She looked at her sister. "You can ask him anything, Di. I told you last night how it was." She reached up and gave Pal a peck on the cheek. "See you in a few. You can tell Di everything. We don't have any, er, many secrets from each other."

"Can I take him to my room, to talk in private?"

"Hmm, dare I trust my younger sister with my fiancé? More, do I trust my fiancé with my little sister? I guess. The real question is, should I tell Mom."

"Never mind, we'll go to the basement," Di grumbled. Paul grinned. He wasn't sure it was that much safer. Di led him around the kitchen to the back hall and down stairs. She sat him on the couch where he and Patti had spent most of their night. He felt a small surge in his shorts, eliciting a smile.

Di saw the smile and asked, "What?"

"This is where Patti and I spent most of the time we were here. Just brought back some nice memories."

"Did you two make love?" Di asked. "It sounded like that's what you were leading up to upstairs." Paul nodded, looking at her. "Did she enjoy it?"

"I think so. She didn't want me to stop, or to leave, but we decided it was best not to upset your Mom by having her find me here in the morning on our first date. Turns out, it didn't matter."

"Is it true you're doing our mother, too?" He nodded. "And yours?" He nodded again. "And Patti said, when I'm eighteen, if I want, you'll take my cherry?" 

"If you want me to." He nodded.

"Why do I have to wait? It's only a few months."

"Quite simply, it's the law. If you're between the ages of fifteen and seventeen, you can have sex with another person in that age range and it's legal; however, if you are even one day short of your eighteenth birthday, and have sex with anyone over the age of 21, that person is guilty of what used to be called statutory rape, and it is a felony. If your partner is between the ages of 18 and 21, it is still a felony, but one of lesser degree. 

"Even if you didn't complain, or if Sally didn't complain, but someone in the neighborhood suspected it happened and reported their suspicion to the police, they'd have to investigate. And if they decided there was enough evidence that we had sex the day before you were eighteen, I could be arrested and tried, for up to seven years after the fact. 

"Under the circumstances, since you would be willing, and I had your and your mother's consent, I probably wouldn't be convicted, or if convicted, not sent to prison, but I wouldn't be able to work in the field I want, and would be labeled a sex offender for life. That's why."

"That sucks. Is there anything we can do?"

"Like what? Maybe I should ask, what have you done?"

"Nothing. After what Patti did, I was scared to go out with anyone."

"What Patti did? Oh, you mean..."

"Yeah. Here I am, seventeen, a high school senior, and I haven't even been kissed. I bet the guys at school think I'm a lesbian or something. I hardly even talk to them."

Paul patted his lap. "Come here."

"What?" she asked, warily. "Why?"

He reached and picked up the teen and set her on his lap, his arms around her waist. "So, you've never been kissed, and you're worrying about losing your virginity in, what, seventy-five days or so. I think we need to start with some basics. Show me how you kiss."

Di looked at him, a little wild eyed. All she knew about kissing came from watching movies and tv. You just opened your mouths, stuck out your tongues and brought them together. So that's what she did. Paul smiled. 

"Try it like this," he said, bringing his closed mouth to hers and opening it just enough to slip his tongue our to caress her lips. With tongue and lip pressure, he coaxed her lips open and pulled the lower one just inside his.

He felt her relax and slide her arm around his neck. When he backed away from her, her eyes were closed and she was smiling. "Better?" he asked. She nodded and reached up for another try. 

He met her half way. This time, he slipped his tongue through her lips to tickle hers, eliciting a small moan and tightening of her arm around his neck. He slid his hand under the bottom of her tee shirt to caress her bare stomach.

She pulled back suddenly. "What? Why are you..." She started.

"It's the Paul Tomkins crash course in making out. Too much too soon?" His hand was still, laying on her bare stomach. 

"No, I just wasn't expecting it. It feels nice. What else does your course cover?"

Paul just grinned and bent to kiss her just below the ear and let his lips slide down the side of her neck to the pulse point. He closed his mouth over it and applied a little suction, teasing the spot with his tongue. "Mmm," she hummed, "that's nice." His hand began tracing circles on her stomach, slowly enlarging them. "Oooohhhhh, yesss," she cooed. 

The first time his hand grazed the bottom of her bra, she stiffened, then relaxed, almost immediately. The next time he hit her bra, he let his hands slide up onto the band so he brushed the underside of her breasts. She gasped and waited to see what he was going to do. 

She didn't release her breath until his hands were on the down stroke. On the next pass, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her, cupping the small B-cup mound. "Please," she murmured, her lips seeking his. 

His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, and as it began to imitate a penis, his hand slipped under her bra band, pushing the cup over her breast, to play with the hard nipple. In a few minutes, he felt her tense up, then she squealed into his mouth and began to quiver from head to toe. He felt some definite dampness on his lap.

When her spasm had passed, she buried her face in his neck. "I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?"

"I think I peed all over you."

"You mean this?" he asked, slipping his hand between her thighs, over her mound, seeking the moisture which had soaked through her light jeans. He gathered some on his fingers and brought them to his nose to sniff. "Here," he said, offering his fingers to her to sniff. "Not pee, girl cum. Did you know you were a squirter?"

She shook her head. "I never did before."

"I'll take that as a compliment. It means I got you really aroused. One more lesson, then we're done for the day, okay?" She nodded, smiling. 

"Now, you know about kisses and how good they feel here," he said, touching her lips with his finger. She nodded, a puzzled look furrowing her brow. "Well, then, imagine a kiss here," he said, running his finger over the nipple poking through her tee shirt. 

She gasped and smiled, nodding. "Or here," he said, lightly scratching her belly. She laughed. "Or here," caressing the inside of her knee; "or here, or here, or here," he teased, walking his fingers up the inside of her thigh.

Her breath had caught when he touched her knee. His hand was less than a hand width from her quim, when she let it out. It was that or faint. "Or," whispered Paul in her ear, caressing her earlobe with his tongue, "here," cupping her vulva. 

It was too much for the teen. She came again, her girl cum soaking through her jeans and Paul's slacks. She lay there shaking in his arms, unaware of her sister and mother, who had come running down when they heard her scream. 

"Is she okay?" asked Sally, quickly identifying the odor permeating the area. Paul nodded, holding her to his chest. Patti just grinned. 

"There's something about you and this place. Women just can't stop coming in your arms." She glanced at his lap. "What's all over your pants?"

"Di squirts, lots. And did twice."

"Take 'em off and I'll wash them."

"I can't. Mom's home alone. I've already been gone longer than I planned. I'll be alright from here to my car, and from the car to the house." 

He looked down to the teen in his arms. "She's asleep. Is she on some contraceptive?" Patti nodded. Paul laid the high school senior down on the couch and walked to Patti. "I really hate to go without having a chance to talk. How late are you in class Tuesday?"

"I'm done at two; you?"

"Noon," he grinned. She kissed him, her tongue, the aggressor. 

(To be continued)



Mother's Helper Ch. 04



Paul takes Di to her Senior Ball, claims her cherry; welcomes the New Year with Patti and their moms. Enjoy. Votes and comments welcome.





"Do we have to go?" whined Di. "I don't really want to go to the damn ball. Paul," she whimpered, "do you really, really want to go some old high school formal, get all dressed up in tuxedo to hang out with a bunch of losers?"

Paul laughed. "Why not? Why don't you want to go? It might be a lot of fun."

"Or a total disaster," she added. "Why can't we just hang out with our moms, along with Patti?"

"Think of it as extensive foreplay. We'll be there dancing; our bodies rubbing against each other, making out on the dance floor; showing all the loser guys what they missed out on; showing the girls how lucky they were that the guys didn't notice you.

"Tell you what. We'll get there late, around nine, and leave at the intermission, right after they crown the King and Queen. There are a couple of parties I promised to drop in at on campus, then we'll join our moms and Patti to watch the ball drop. How would that be?"

"Well, it sounds better. When do we get to...uh"

"Get together?"

"Yeah," she answered in a tiny, almost fearful voice.

"I promised Patti she and I would watch the ball drop alone in my room, having our own ball dropping ceremony, if you know what I mean." Di giggled. "Any time after that, if you're still awake. Or, since you're going to be sleeping over, you could come in and watch the parade with me in the morning, just us. Although, the Moms may come in to 'celebrate' after your first time. That is the only time I can guarantee we will be alone this weekend."

"I understand. I think I'd like to 'watch the parade' with you. Okay, we'll go to the Ball. How do I introduce you?"

"Tell the truth; I'm an old family friend, and you knew I'd be home for the holiday. Make it romantic, tell your friends you've always had a crush on me, and found out I liked you, too. You could even hint at what we're going to be doing later. Just don't mention your sister."

"I'm beginning to see why Patti refers to you as the Tease. What time will you be picking me up tomorrow?"

"Where is the dance?"

"Brannigan's, downtown. In the banquet room. Since no one is allowed in unless they are coupled with a member of the junior or senior class, they decided they didn't need a huge, huge hall."

"That's reasonable. If we're planning to arrive about nine, I'll be there to pick you up between eight-thirty and quarter to nine. What color is your dress, so I know what color rose to order for your corsage?"

"I told you, it's green."

"I know you told me green. What shade of green?"

"It's dark; so dark it's almost black. It has like a velvet skirt, so that when I move, it's like green flashes in the black skirt."

"Hmm. So, something light in color, or a deep red. Light like white or yellow. No, the red is best. Okay, see you tomorrow around eight-thirty."

He paused. "Diane, you are going to be stunning tomorrow night. I am going to arrive with the prettiest girl at the dance on my arm. If I wasn't engaged to your sister..." Even over the phone, she could sense the desire in his voice.

"Thank you, Paul. I appreciate that. See you tomorrow night." She blew him a kiss and closed her flip phone.

Paul handed their coats to the girl in the checkroom. He became aware of the sudden silence in the area outside the ballroom. He knew the reason, and turned to look at her. Like Patti, Di was tall, and slender. She had inherited her father's coloring. Coal black hair, to which Di had applied a henna rinse, bringing out the highlights to her new pixie cut, framed a model's face. 

Her natural porcelain pale complexion was enhanced tonight by the dark green cocktail dress she wore, accented by the blood red rose pinned to her bodice. The dress was a satiny material which hugged her body from waist to bust. A mid thigh velvet skirt fell from her waist in inch wide pleats. Eighteen, she could have passed for 23 at any club in America or Europe tonight .

Paul offered her his arm and led her into the ballroom. There, one of the seniors doing security, checking IDs, stopped them. "Sorry, folks. No admission unless you're coupled with a member of the senior or junior class."

Di looked at Paul and let out a deep breath, as if to say, "See, I told you, children." She opened her clutch and took out her school ID and handed it to the student. "Here you are, Larry. Will this do?"

Larry looked at the ID and then at Di. Seeing it was a school ID, he barely glanced at it, saying "Oops, sorry, Diane...Diane! Omigod! Diane, I didn't recognize... you look so, so ...uh!"

Paul laughed. "Yeah, that's what I said, too. Thanks, sport." He led Di into the crowd. Their small contretemps had been noticed by more than a few of the attendees. Several of them wondered who the woman was. She certainly didn't look like any of their classmates. First she was too mature; more than that, she was simply too pretty. 

Paul noticed a member of the faculty making his way toward them. "Uh oh, here comes Mr. Kinsler. He's going to want to check your ID." Kinsler was within greeting distance, obviously heading for them. "Hey there, Mr. Kinsler. How are you this evening?"

"Paul Tomkins! Good evening; it's good to see you again, but I'll have to ask you and your young lady to leave. Only..."

"Yes, we know. We were told by the student manning the door. You must know my date, Diane Williams."

Mr Kinsler looked up into Diane's face. He was an institution at the high school. He had started teaching there, right out of college, thirty five years ago, but his knowledge of teen culture was as current as that of any of his students. 

"Diane Williams, from Ms Tate's home room? No. It can't be. Good God, girl! Where have you been hiding this alter ego, this doppelganger. I'm afraid there are going to be an awful lot of disappointed young men going home tonight. You had better protect her, Paul. Some one, including me, may try to steal her." Paul and Di laughed with the old teacher. "Have a good time, you two. Incredible," he said, shaking his head as he walked away.

Di led Paul to a group of girls and introduced him, using the old friend from college story. He listened as the girls chatted, being a little catty about some of the other girls there. As they discussed one, Di pointed her out. Kitty Evans, daughter of the president of the local bank. 

It was rumored among the girls that she had offered sex to any football player who handled the ball (other than the quarterback and center) on any scoring play. The team finished the season with the highest scoring season ever, and the highest scoring high school defense in the state

The live band started a slow tune, and Paul asked Di to dance. On the floor, they made it clear theirs was a serious relationship. There was no light visible between their bodies; Di's face was nestled in his shoulder. Both of his arms were around her waist; hers, around his neck. Occasionally, she would tilt her head up for a kiss. When the music stopped, they continued dancing for several seconds; when they did stop, there were several hoots. The young couple just grinned and walked off arm in arm.

Di and Paul were at the 'bar,' getting some punch, chatting with some of her friends who wanted to see whom she had been dancing with so intimately. As they talked, Paul watched the dancers, particularly Kitty Evans, whose dress was giving her and her date fits as they danced. 

She was wearing a strapless black sheath dress which had a white lace overlay on the front from her bust to her waist. When they danced close, the buttons on his tux would get caught in the lace. After the third mishap, Kitty turned and left her partner alone on the dance floor.

While she waited for him at the edge of the dance floor, Kitty surveyed the crowd, assessing her competition that evening for the title of prettiest girl at the Ball. 

She dismissed most of the young women there without a second glance. But who was the striking brunette in green at the bar, and who was she with? Kitty's date she considered the prize from among her classmates, star quarterback and captain of both football and basketball teams. 

The brunette and her date could have been a matched pair-black hair, deep blue eyes, pale complexion, tall, slender but well built. Maybe they were brother and sister, that would be a hoot. She turned to ask a girl standing close by if she knew the girl was. When she learned, she found it hard to believe. 

That was the mousy Diane Williams. The little nothing girl who barely participated in class discussions, and walked around school studying the floor. Kitty had to have a closer look. She turned to say something to her hapless date and started for the bar.

Paul saw her coming and turned to say something to Di. She looked at him with a quizzical look and nodded. Kitty approached the small group, and positioned herself behind and between Paul and Di. She waited patiently for about ten seconds before asking, "Diane, aren't you going to introduce me to your date?" Her tone was haughty, superior.

Without missing a beat, Di replied, "No," and went on with her conversation with her friends, for a long three count as Kitty stood there, open mouthed in disbelief. "Just kidding, Kitty. Paul this is Catherine Evans, who prefers to be called Kitty. Kitty this is Paul Tomkins, my sub."

"Mistress, may I ask Ms Evans to dance?" Di waved her hand, dismissively. Paul took Kitty's arm to lead her to the dance floor.

"Excuse me, Paul," Di stopped him. "Are you forgetting something?" He turned to kiss her. "That's better. Don't forget who you belong to. Kitty, treat him gently. I want him back in one piece." She watched them walk to the dance floor, wondering what Paul had up his sleeve.

It was a slow tune, suitable for the close contact 'hug dancing' Paul needed. They started with a few inches of gap between them, Paul's hands on Kitty's waist. As the dance progressed and Paul's hands wandered from her hips to her rib cage, Kitty moved closer until the gap disappeared completely. Paul's hand's continued to roam. When Kitty moved against him, Paul's hands moved to her back and began the same slow searching movements.

The song changed, and with it the tempo of their dance. It wasn't long before Paul released one of her hands and pushed her back to twirl under his other arm. Unfortunately, her lace had caught on his tux, and her zipper had loosened, the zipper which went all the way down beyond the small of her back to the prominence of her butt. 

When she reached the extent of their combined arms, Kitty realized what had happened and screamed. Everyone turned to look, and saw her standing there in her panty girdle, her double-B sized breasts totally on view; her dress in a heap on the floor. 

In an instant, Paul had picked up her dress and covered her with it, pulling it back up into place. He saw the tears begin to spill down her cheeks. "Omigod, I'm so ashamed. Everyone seeing me like this..."

As he reached behind her to zip it, he spoke to her softly, so no one could hear. "Keep your head up, don't let them think you are ashamed. It is a lovely body, all the pieces are in the right place. It is a body to be proud of..."

"What happened? Why..."

"My jacket button must have got caught in your lace. When you stepped back, it must have pulled your dress down."

The crowd was all abuzz. Ms Leary,one of the female chaperones had finally made her way through the crowd to the couple who was the center of attention. "Are you all right, Kitty? What happened?"

"I'm okay, Ms Leary. Paul was able to put me back together enough to preserve what ever modesty I have left. I think I need to go pull myself together a little more, though. Thank you, Paul. And thank Diane for me; I'm not sure anyone else would have reacted the same way."

She turned back to Ms Leary. "Do you think you could find me a pair of scissors. This f... foolish dress," she recovered, remembering who she was talking to, "needs some altering." 

Ms. Leary, barely out of her twenties, laughed. "It certainly is a f... foolish dress, and I'm sure we can find some scissors somewhere. Come with me."

Paul watched the two women leave; Ms Leary leading the way, Kitty with her head held high, not making eye contact with anyone, until she passed Di, to whom she briefly nodded. Di simply smiled and raised her eyebrows in acknowledgment. She greeted Paul with a kiss. 

"You guys are all wrong about her. She's probably as much a virgin as you are, or as Patti was our first time," he told her. "I'm sure her attitude is put on to hide a bunch of insecurity. If you try to reach out, I bet you'd find a friend."

"What happened? Did you do something?"

"Let's just say I had an inkling of what might happen and helped it along. I saw she was having problems with that lace thing getting caught on her dance partner's tux, and I sort of loosened her zipper. I didn't expect it to go all the way down to her butt. She really felt shamed that everyone saw her so naked. 

"I'm sorry I did it; it was a bad joke. Let's get out of here."

They ran into Kitty coming out of the ladies room on their way to get their coats. "Kitty, " Paul said, "I'm sorry about what happened."

She laughed. "It's alright, Paul. When I realized what you must have done, I was angry, but then I realized, you helped me conquer one of my biggest fears. I'm going into theater arts in college, and one of my biggest roadblocks has been the fear of making a fool of myself. 

"What can be worse than suddenly appearing nude in public, literally having your clothes fall off? Well, it happened to me, and the world didn't come crushing down on me. People will talk about tonight for years, and if I become a star, I will always have an icebreaker story. So, while I should be totally pissed at you, thank you."

Paul hung his head, abashed. "I... I... I don't know what to say. It was a stupid joke. I'm just glad you're okay."

Di broke in. "Kitty, would you like to get together for lunch over the holiday?"

"Sure. That'd be nice." Paul left to get their coats. "Is he really your sub?"

Di grinned. "Only until midnight. I have him on loan from my sister, tonight, and then in the morning from six til noon. Why?"

"Oh, uh, I, uh, just..."

"Wanted to borrow him?" Di laughed. Kitty blushed and nodded. "I have been promised the right to a sample of his services tomorrow. And at times in the future. Let me talk to my sister and Paul. Maybe some afternoon you and I could share him. That'd be the best I could offer." 

"That's fine," Kitty nodded, licking her lips. "Whenever you want."

Paul returned with their coats. Kitty waited until Di had hers on. "Well, I better get back inside and find my date. Thank you, both," she said, hugging Di. She turned to Paul, and grabbing his head, pulled him down for a tongue filled kiss. 

When she broke away, she turned to Di, "if you weren't here, I'd drag him off and give him my cherry now." She released Paul and stepped back, the hunger plain. "Good night and have a Happy New Year. Call me soon about lunch, Diane."  With which, she turned and hurried into the Ballroom.

"Wait until Patti hears about this. She won't let you out without a leash ever again." laughed Di. "C'mon, lover boy. It's time to leave. I'm glad you convinced me to come; I had a good time," she said, reaching up to give him a kiss on his cheek.

They got back to Paul and Meg's place just after eleven. They had stopped in at a faculty party put on by the Department of Psychology. As a TA, he had been invited, as were the other TA's, fellows, and research assistants. 

Although the party was barely under way, a few of the graduate students, and some of the professors, were already showing signs of over -indulging in the spiked punch. Paul and Di had hardly arrived at the punch table when Sam, who had been so taken with Patti, approached them.

"Paulie! Old friend! Happy New Year. Who is this fair young beauty on your arm?" He looked at Di closely, as closely as he could with his alcohol befuddled vision. "Do I know you? Are you a graduate in some other college or department? Paul, where do you find all these beautiful women?  "First, there was that girl,,,.the one who argued with me about the meaning of the Seven Samurai. Undergrad, my ass! No way was she an undergrad, let alone a freshman like you claim. And then," he paused to belch, "there was that blonde I saw you at lunch with. My god, what an MILF. Just a family friend, you said. Uh huh, that's why she had her hand an inch from your...oops. Tales out of school. Sorry. And how about the tall brunette I saw you with over Thanksgiving/ The one you were feeding, playing lovers' games with. The one you claimed was your mother. She was too young to be anybody's mother.

"How do you...can you tell me, pretty lady? Why are all you beauties attracted to plain ol' Paulie, here?"

Di, with a devilish gleam in her eye, crooked her finger and beckoned Sammy closer, so she could whisper to him, "I have it, on fairly good authority, that Paulie," and she hesitated for a brief two seconds, "fucks like a stallion."

Sammy jerked back as if he had been burned. "Paulie! Fucks like a stallion!" he shouted. With a wide grin, Di was nodding. Several people in the room, hearing Sammy's shout were looking at them, many of the women with a curious look on their face. 

"I don't believe you." Sammy, slurred. "I've seen him around the women on campus. He's so polite and politically correct, it hurts to watch him."

"Well," said Di, "those three beautiful women you say you saw him with are all good friends of mine; and stallion is their word, not mine."

Paul stood by the punch bowl, blushing, both at Di's assertion and the obvious attention they were drawing. He handed Di her punch and took her arm to lead her away. "Happy New Year, Sammy."

As they made their way through the party-goers, Paul was the target of some good natured ribbing from the male faculty, several appraising looks from their wives and female colleagues, and some jealous glances from his peers when they saw him with Diane. Between Di's obvious adoration and Sam's drunken outburst, he knew his reputation among the grad students had improved quite a bit this night. He was worried about what the faculty would think.

He and Di made their way around the party room, and eventually found the Department Chair and his wife, the hosts of the party. He introduced Di as an old family friend. They wished each other Happy New Year, and Phil bid them a good evening. A few minutes later they were on their way out the door. Behind them, they heard somebody whinny. With his arm around Di's waist, Phil flipped them the bird.

When they pulled into his driveway, it looked like the house was dark, and the front window drapes closed. Paul grinned, correctly guessing the women had already started the carnal part of their celebration. He turned the car off and turned to Di. She looked at him, a question on her face. He pulled her face to his, and engaged her in a kiss. 

On several occasions over the past few months, he had continued his crash course in making out, but it had always been with the understanding that there were limits which couldn't be crossed. While the kissing instruction, after that first night, had been thorough, it had also been passionless. Until now. There had been no further touching, except as examples, over Di's clothes. Until now.

Tongues were dueling for position; lips were pressing, teeth, nipping; hands were petting, caressing, exploring. When Paul's fingers grazed the top of her breast, Di took his hand and pulled it from her chest. Paul started to pull back until Di's teeth lightly closed on his lower lip. 




Mother's Helper Ch. 04



She guided his hand to the hem of her skirt, and pushed it under. Paul slowly proceeded the rest of the way. He moved his lips to her ear. "Dammit, Di, I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you right now. I've wanted to since the first time I saw you tonight."

"Do it, Paul," she breathed in his ear. "Fuck me now. Take me, please. I don't want to wait, either." She pulled his arm toward her, pushing his hand to her pussy. "Feel how wet I am. This is my third pair of panties tonight. Now, Paul, please." She reached under his cummerbund, unzipped his fly and unbuttoned the waistband of his pants. 

Paul reached into the back seat for the blanket which was always there. While his hips were up, Di pulled his pants and shorts down. Next to come off were her very damp panties. Paul had her lift so he could slide the blanket under her, pushing up her skirt at the same time. He pulled her under him and positioned his cock. 

He reached up and kissed her, and pushed his hips forward, slowly. He felt his crown fully enter her just before he reached her barrier. He pulled his lips from hers to ask, "Ready?" She nodded and tightened her arms about his shoulders. "On three, push your hips at me. One, two, three!"

"Eeennnhhh" she yelped. Paul stopped, letting her adjust to him, and to get used to the pain. "Oh, shit!" she sort of half laughed, half cried. "That smarted a little. Slowly, okay? They weren't kidding when they said it hurt. It's going away now. Faster, a little; yes, that's good . Yeah, yeh, yeh, good, faster, okay, a little harder, oh yes o mi god yes yes yesyesssss o! mi! god! Ooooooooh!" she groaned as her orgasm flooded over her and she collapsed back onto the blanked covered seat. 

A few seconds later, the splash of Paul's creamy spend made her eyes fly open, and her smile widen. "Oh, that feels so good." She pulled Paul to her for a gentle kiss. "Thank you."  

She giggled. "It is about as unromantic and cliche ridden as a situation can get, but it was better than I imagined." She kissed him again. "Unless my sister is a hell of a lot more generous than I would be, I may grow to hate her. 

"How is this going to work, you and four women. And I already know of one more who wants to be with you at least once, and that won't be enough for her. And all the women who were at the party. Even I could see they all wanted to know about the stallion."

He stayed in her, enjoying the feeling of closeness with her. Before answering her question, he kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He buried his face in her neck and spoke. 

"So far, it has been mostly group sex; me and Patti, and which ever mom's home we're at. Or if Patti has been busy, or had a class, our mom's and me. Usually one on one, but often as a threesome. 

"We all talked, and realized you might need some time to adjust to the idea, and Patti has told me you and I can have solo sex until you feel ready. As for anyone outside the family, Patti has to approve of them. They would have to be part of a group experience. My only one on ones are just you four."

"Kitty as much as told me she wants you to take her cherry," she said, holding him tightly, squeezing her sheath on him. "That's what that good night kiss was all about. I told her it would have to be a threesome with her and me; that didn't seem to matter."

"Mmm, much as I would love to... it's up to Patti. Was Kitty seen as a bitch last year? Is that the way Patti would remember her?"

She patted Paul on the back. "Let me up."  He saw the box of tissues on the floor in front of the passenger seat and reached for it. Grabbing a handful, and forming a pad of them, he pulled his flaccid dick from Di and placed the pad over her opening. While she was catching most of the runoff, he prepared another pad to place inside her panties until she could get to the bathroom inside. 

She went on to answer his question. "No, and that is the funny part. Until last Xmas, she was just a skinny, nerdy art geek kind of person. She didn't really have a figure. Unless she was cold, she didn't even look like she had any boobs. Then over winter vacation last year, she began to develop, and for her birthday, her dad gave her an MG roadster, which attracted all the boys. She seemed to get taken over by the in-crowd and started to act like them. By the end of the school year, you'd have thought she had grown up bitchy. If Patti was ever aware of her, it would have been as the arty person."

"Then you might have a chance of Patti saying okay, especially after what happened tonight. Well, we should get in. You should probably go right to the bathroom and clean up a little. I will, too. They might guess, but don't tell them anything unless they do. Okay?" Di just grinned and nodded.

Paul had just closed and locked the door when he heard someone behind him. He turned to see Patti, smiling, holding Di in one arm, her other held out, open to him. She was asking Di, "Well, was it everything you expected?" Di just smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." Turning to Paul, she asked, "Did you have a good time at the dance? I mean the one just now in the driveway."

Paul's surprise was evident. "I saw your headlights turn into the driveway at least fifteen minutes ago. It's the only thing that could have taken you this long. Go on up; your Mom's waiting for you. I'll see you in your bedroom around midnight. Mom, Di and I have some, uhh, talking to do. Have a good time."

Rita was waiting, reclining on the bed, reading. She was wearing a sheer black peignoir, tied at the throat and bust. It revealed her B-sized breasts, the light brown areolas highlighted tonight with some edible body makeup. 

Her honey blonde hair framed her face, also made up so she looked like a bride waiting for her new husband. The sight sent a fresh surge to Paul's groin even though he had come only a few minutes ago.

Rita got off the bed and walked to him, to help him out of his tux. Paul watched her as she approached him, taking in the lovely sight-her graceful curves, the blonde muff covering her mons. She slid her hands inside the jacket, up and over his shoulders, down his arms, pushing it off him. 

She reached up to kiss him as her hands went around him to unfasten his cummerbund. The kiss lasted while she unfastened his waist band. "God, you're beautiful," he whispered. If you weren't my mother, I'd marry you tomorrow."

Her smile accepted and acknowledged his love. "Thank you, Paul. I think that is one of the nicest things you've ever said to me."

"It's something I should've said a long time ago. I love you, Rita. Not because you're my mother, but as a man loves a woman. I am so lucky to have you in my life."

"I'm the lucky one," she smiled. "To have you as my lover and for my son. Come, lets go to bed, until you have to join Patti. We don't need to make love tonight; we can do that tomorrow, when Sally and the girls go home. Tonight, just hold me and kiss me. Just be here with me."

They had lain on the bed, cuddling and talking. He told her about the dance, and the bad joke he had played on the teen queen. She chided him for it, saying he should find a way to make it up to her. He told her Di had already reached out to her, and was thinking of including her in a threesome so he could deflower her. "Then you should," was all she said. 

They briefly discussed dinner for the next day, traditionally a quiet meal for them, albeit a fancy one. However, it was Di's birthday, and they had been invited to join the Williams' for dinner at their house later in the day.

About a half hour later, Rita kissed her son. "It's almost time for you to go to Patti. I'm going to go wish Di a happy birthday, then come back and go to bed. I'll see you in the morning. Tell Patti I love her." Paul gave her a passionate kiss, which started out high in intensity, and increased in tenderness as it went on, until, at the end, it was almost chaste.

"I love you, Mom; Happy New Year."

"Love you, too, Son; Happy New Year to you, too."

Paul gathered his tux and headed for his room. Patti was just coming out of the bathroom. "Hey, lover, ready for me?" she greeted him. He simply smiled in reply. She stepped into his open arms and hugged him, her face buried in his neck. Patti inhaled deeply, sensing his man scent. She pulled back slightly and looked at him, puzzled. "You didn't..."

"We just cuddled and talked. It would have been too rushed, and neither of us would have enjoyed it. We have a couple of hours alone tomorrow; we'll make it up."

"You're sure. We can wait..."

"Bull. I can smell you," he grinned. It was true. Practically since the second she had seen him in the hall, she had been wet. In spite of her arousal, with all the moisture between her legs, it almost felt cool around her vulva.

"I know, but she's your mom..."

"And she sent me to you, with her love and wishes for a happy new year."

She stepped out of his arms. "I'll be with you in a minute," she said, turning and hurrying in to Rita's room. Rita was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking for her slippers. She looked up, surprised as Patti ran into her room and sat down beside her. Patti put her arms around the older woman. 

"I just wanted to say thank you; thank you for Paul and all that he is; thank you for tonight; and, however it came about, for this remarkable situation we all find ourselves in."

Rita laughed. "Even if I could take credit for that last bit, I'm not sure I'd want to. You don't need to thank me, Patti. In fact you probably shouldn't. If Paul weren't my son, we'd be at tooth and claw over him. Even though he is my son, I love him the same way you do. 

"Because he is my son, and because I love him so much, I want what is best for him. That is his relationship with you. Whether in this morass we find ourselves in, or someplace away from all of it, love him. That is all I ask of you. Just love him, Patti, like we both love you."

Patti's arms went around Rita's shoulders and their lips closed together in a family style kiss. Rita's hand found Patti's breast. Pulling away from the kiss, she asked, "Shouldn't you be giving this to Paul about now?"

Patti grinned. "Yes'm," she replied and stood up. " I do, Rita; I love him so much sometimes it hurts to look at him. If it weren't for this situation, I don't think I would survive. It's like I have to be away from him for a day or two to be able to..." She searched for the word.

"Breathe?" prompted Rita. Patti's smile was all the confirmation she needed. "That's how I was about his father, until he cut me out of his life. But I think, even today, if he walked into a room where I was, I'd follow him if he asked me to." She stood up from the bed. "Now, off with you. I'm going to go say goodnight to your mother and sister, and go to bed."

"I think they're already asleep. They were up early this morning to get Di ready for the dance, and Di wants to be up early to "watch the parade' with Paul, as she put it."

"I'll just go peek, then, in case they aren't" She made her way to the basement guest room, and peeked in thru the open door. Sally and Di were asleep, with Di's head on her mother's chest. The vision stirred a memory in Rita, a memory from a long time ago. She made her way back to her bedroom, struggling to recall the memory.

Paul was poised at Patti's entrance, waiting for the countdown for the ball to drop to begin. 10...he pushed the head of his cock into Patti...9...he pulled back about half way... 8... in... 7... out... 6... in... 5... out... 4... in... 3... out... 2... in...1...out... Happy New Year...in, balls deep, and their lips meshed, tongues met, arms encircled shoulders, legs, hips. 

"You, sir," Patti whispered, "are a silly romantic, and I love it. As long as we celebrate like this, I don't care if we ever go out for New Year's, or have a party." And she engaged his lips once more and began to move her hips toward him, coaxing him into their unique version of the universal mating dance. 

In her bedroom, hearing the galloping springs, Rita smiled and slept.

Patti slipped out of Paul's arm and out of bed. She gathered up the dirty bed linens and carried them downstairs to the laundry room, next to the guest room. Paul had made her come three times last night before he had come. 

The last time, she had squirted through her own orgasm, then each time Paul's dick had spasmed, sending a dose of cum into her, she had also squirted, resulting in some very wet sheets. When they were able to move, with a lot of laughing kisses, they had changed the bed and gone to sleep.

She sneaked into the guest room and shook her sister. "Di, it's time."

"Mmphmm, time for what?"

"Time to go wake Paul, to watch the parade," Patti told her, smiling. "Unless you've changed your mind, then I'll go back and keep him company."

"What parade? I want to..." she mumbled. "Parade! Oh, shit! Did I miss it?" Oh! Damn, let me up, Momma!"

"Shhh, you'll wake the house. You've got lots of time. It's only seven thirty. Paul and Rita are still asleep. We'll be having breakfast around ten thirty. I'll send Momma up to join you in a couple of hours. After we clean up from breakfast, we'll take our leave so Paul and Rita can have their alone time today. So, off you go. What are you looking for?"

"A robe or something."

"Di, you're about to go fuck the only person who should concern you about being naked."

"Oh." She laughed. "It is kinda silly, isn't it. Okay, I'll see you at breakfast."

When she was sure Di was out of the room, Sally opened her eyes. "God, I envy her enthusiasm. I can remember when I was like that and could...never mind. There are some things about your mother you don't need to know. Have you decided about Kitty? Did you take time to talk to Paul about her?"

"Yeah, he is really bummed at himself for listening to those little cats, including your daughter, and pulling that dirty trick on her. As long as she's limited to sharing with Di, he doesn't have a problem with including her. She just wouldn't have any time alone with him. 

"Di said she didn't think that would be a problem; they could have some time alone during the threesomes while Di had to be out of the room, or chose to leave them alone. Di will just have to understand she can't discuss our arrangement with her. Ever. At all."

A few minutes later, Paul and Di were having a similar conversation. Di had jumped on his bed, waking him. "Hi there, stallion. Do you remember we were going to watch the parade this morning," she paused, "or something," she added with as sexy and inviting a grin as he could remember. 

"Patti and I had a talk last night, and I asked her about Kitty. She said if I wanted to invite her into my one on one with you to make it a threesome, that was up to me. Then she said I could never talk to her about the family arrangement, about how we all share sexually."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, just with her telling me, like I was ten or something."

"It's just to make sure you understand how dangerous it could be for all of us. If even a rumor got out about my mother and me, our lives in this town would be over. One or both of us would have to leave town, which would only fuel more damaging rumors. As long as we don't flaunt our relationships, and are circumspect, we'll be okay. We can include Kitty sometimes if you want to, we just can't let her know about me, Mom and Sally. Okay?"

"If it's so wrong and dangerous..."

"Why do we do it?" Di nodded. "For the same reason we made love in the car last night, and didn't wait until midnight or later. There is an element of lust, and of the taboo. The fact that it is seen as wrong by most of the world gives it a little spice, I can't deny that. Mostly, just as I told you last night, if I wasn't engaged to your sister, you'd be my next choice. And that it was Patti not you was probably just because of her age." he paused, searching for the words.

"In the same way I love you and Patti, I love my mother. Growing up, she never really treated me like a kid. I wasn't an adult, but I was a person. She'd guide and advise me, but she would respect my decisions, even when she disagreed with them, unless they were too dangerous, or too expensive. 

"And she always let me know she loved me, as her son, and, when it became a fact, as her friend. If she hadn't got hurt last fall, it probably would never have progressed beyond that. But you can't unring a bell. Long rambling answer to a simple question, but not really simple.

"What about Mom?"

"Your mom? Wow! That is hard. I have wanted to fuck your mom since I was twelve; from the first day I saw her, met her. It was a company picnic, and when Mom introduced me, I saw some of your mom's pussy hair had escaped from her swim suit. 

"I told Mom, who told her. She turned away from the crowd to fix it, and turned so I could see everything. When she saw me looking, she just smiled, like we had a secret. I almost creamed my swim suit right there. 

"And now, we have a kind of lust relationship. We like each other, enjoy each other's company, at least I do, and it's sex with no, well, hardly any, limits.

"And when Patti and I get married, it will all be as illegal as the relationship with Mom, even ours."

"Why? We aren't hurting anybody?"

"For now, just take my word for it. I'll explain some other time. We are wasting some perfectly good time here, discussing stuff you can look up on the internet to get some background on before we discuss it anymore."

"You promise?" He nodded, and held out his arms. She jumped to straddle him and bent down to kiss him, bumping his lip with her teeth and cutting it slightly. "Oh, god, Paul, I'm sorry." She pursed her lips to make a small kiss.

He laughed, "Don't worry; if it kills me, I'll die happy."

"Don't say that!" She slapped his chest. "That's not funny!"

He pulled her to him so she lay on his chest, stroking her hair and back. "I'm sorry. All my attempts at jokes these days seem to be farts."  She giggled. "C'mon, forgive me so we can get on with making love."

She turned her head so her chin rested on his chest and looked at him with those deep blue eyes latched on to his. "Convince me," she said, with a small smile. 

He pulled her up over him, her legs between his. He captured her lips with his and started as series of short, light kisses, barely nipping at her lips. His hands were busy stroking her back and sides, his finger tips barely touching her skin. Her squirms against his chest and barely audible mmm's let him know of her enjoyment. 

His fingers danced down her spine, and over her cheeks. She thrust her hips at his pubes so he could feel her moist heat against his dick. He wrapped his legs around her thighs and his arms around her shoulders and turned them onto their side. When he released his grips, she fell back on the bed, exposing her breasts and stomach to his caresses. 

His mouth found her nipples for the first time. A gasp and a moan resulted in his tongue rapidly lashing the sensitive bud. When she pushed her chest at him, he dragged his teeth along and off her erect nipple. She moaned again, a hint of disappointment and desperation evident in it.

His mouth closed over her other breast, engulfing nearly a third of it, his tongue exploring her areola and nipple while he tried to suck the whole thing into his mouth. Di began to laugh, until he started to pull away, stretching the pear shaped mound as far as he could. 

She moaned some more, with an increase in volume when his hand began tracing patterns on her tummy. Di was having a hard time laying still. She was squirming on the bed, her legs moving back and forth, her hips thrusting in their instinctual pattern. If one listened closely, they could hear, under the moans, "yesohyes, more, more, yesyes, more more."




Mother's Helper Ch. 04



Paul abandoned her breasts, except for the occasional caress as his hands continued their random wandering over her chest and stomach. He laid a trail of kisses down the midline of her body, exploring her navel with his tongue. 

At that, Di froze, not moving until he went past it. She let her breath out in a huge sigh of relief, and was caught totally unaware when he returned to blow a huge raspberry directly on her navel, shocking her into a fit of laughter which left her defenseless against a brief tickling attack, which ceased as suddenly as it began.

She lay there gasping from the laughter, glaring at him, trying not to laugh more, and failing. "You bastard," she puffed. "I'll get you for that. Sometime. Just you wait."

"I will," he smiled. He bent down to kiss her on the lips. Warily, she accepted it, and when he offered his tongue, she readily accepted it, her hand moving to hold his head in place. He pulled back and laid the trail of kissed down through her mammary valley, past the navel, through her closely trimmed landing strip. Di became more and more still as she realized where he was headed.

Even before his tongue started to probe at her slit she began, "omigod, omigod, omigod, o Paul o Paul o Paul omi omi omi omi omi..." He began moving his tongue around her vaginal opening, pushing against the walls, opening them. 

When he moved up to caress her pleasure center with his tongue, he slipped a finger into her and searched for the little spongy area on the front wall. When he found it, he sucked her clit and its shaft into his mouth and began to run his finger over her g-spot. In less than half a minute, Di was dancing off the bed, speechless. 

Slowly, Paul stopped his caresses and helped her back down onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her while she recovered. 

"Oh, you son of a bitch," she cooed. "I'll give you twenty or thirty years to stop that, what ever it was. I'm gonna have to pay you back for that, too. But you're gonna have to teach me how."

"Be glad to. But now, if you're up to it, it's time for the parade," he said, turning away from her and reaching for his tv remote.

She sat up to watch him. "But... but... I thought..." He turned back to her, laughing and pushed her on to her back, and moved over her, kissing her and thrusting his tongue into mouth, engaging hers.

"Mmm." she went. His first stroke carried him half way into her. He pulled back from the kiss. "Ooh, you are going to be in such deep shit when we're done. This better be a spectacular fuck, or the next time... I'll find ways over the next several years to torture you so bad... Unngh, oh yes," she finished as he sank all the way in. 

"Oh shit, Paul, does it always feel this good? How does anybody not do this all the time? Can we do it slow for a little while first?"

"Anyway you want it, love. Slow, easy, fast, hard. Like this, or you on top, or on your hands and knees, or on your tummy. Or one of my favorite ways," he said, pulling her legs up to her shoulders and over his, "is like this." 

He crossed his legs behind him and wrapped his arms around her, then sat back, campfire fashion. She slid down his staff, so he was totally engulfed in her pussy. 

She looked at him, through her legs, wonder on her face. He raised his thighs, lifting her about an inch, then relaxed. Her smile went from ear to ear. She pushed her face forward to kiss him. "I forgive you for all the mean tricks. Now, what are the other women going to do for the rest of the year, because I don't intend to move from here."

Paul reached down between them and began to caress her clit while he continued to raise and lower her. Her eyes grew wide, and her pupils dilated as her breath came more and more rapidly. 

"Omigod, Paul, what... omi omi omi, it's starting I can feel it in my tum... o god o, o, o, o, unngh goddam uh, uh, uh, yessss," she hissed as the orgasm washed over her, and she began to shake in Paul's lap. He held her tight until the tremors passed, then lowered her to the bed, his shaft still embedded in her.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked puzzled for a second, then realized where she was. Her arms went up to pull Paul down for a kiss. "Last night, I thought our experience in the car would be hard to beat. I guess I was wrong." 

He kissed her again, and began to slowly stroke in and out of her. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Didn't you..." He shook his head. "Good. Do it now," she grinned, tightening her arms around him and her legs, still over his shoulders. "God, you are so deep in me; it feels so gooood," she said, moaning out the last word.

Paul began picking up speed, his thrusts becoming shorter. In a few minutes, he felt the tingle in the back of his knees which signaled the beginning of his climax. For him, from here it was a balancing act of the sensations. He felt a need to increase speed, but at the same time, as the tingle rose up the back of his legs, it was all he could do to move, the pleasure was so intense. 

In about two seconds, he had reached the point of inevitability, and couldn't move. The tingle continued up his thighs, meeting in his sack and setting off the male explosion, expelling his seed like a cannon into his lover's receptive tunnel.

Di felt the warm splashes against her walls and tightened her grips as she squealed in pleasure. Paul let her legs down, then rolled to his side, staying in her as far as he could manage. Di reached up to give him a warm kiss. "I don't know which is better, coming myself, feeling you come in me, or watching you come."

"Know what you mean," huffed out Paul, breathing deeply between words. "In a lot of ways, sex is just about the only activity where the objective is to pleasure your partner that it is totally okay to be completely selfish and also pleasure yourself at the same time."

Di glanced at Paul's dresser, at the clock sitting there. Nine twenty. "Damn, Mom's gonna be here in a few minutes. Does that mean we're through? When can we get together again?"

"No, we're not through, unless you want to be. You can participate in what is going to happen, or you can watch me and your mom, then be a participant while your mom watches."

"What's going to happen?"

Paul shook his head. "I'm sure you've heard about it; if not, you have a good imagination. Because it is your mom, it might feel a little strange at first, but we all thought it would be best to start your threesomes with her."

"Why?"

"Truth is, she drew the short straw. They all wanted to, and she won."

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" She looked at Paul, trying to see if he was telling her the truth. He shook his head.

"If you need to use the bathroom, this is a good time. Otherwise, things tend to get hot and heavy pretty quick in threesomes, and there really isn't a good time to break away."

"Oh! Oh, yes, I do. I'll be right back." She opened the door, just as Sally was about to knock. "Oops, sorry, Mom. Be right back; potty break."

Sally smiled. "Understand. We'll wait for you." Sally sashayed into the bedroom,  her hips swaying seductively from side to side as she approached Paul. "Good morning, lover; how are things going?"

"Pretty well. She's uncertain about joining our threesome, especially with you. I told her you won in the short straw contest to be with her first. I'm not sure she bought it." He patted the bed for her to join him. 

When Patti returned, she found them wrapped in each other's arms, in a passionate kiss. "I thought you said you'd wait for me," she laughed.

"We did," said Sally.

"Just not til you returned," finished Paul. "C'mon, join us."

"How?" she asked crawling up on the bed.

Sally backed away from Paul. "Here, get in the middle. That's where most of the action is."

Di got between her mother and her future brother, facing them. Paul reached up and pulled her face to him for a kiss. "Now, just relax and listen to your body, not your head." It was a deep, soulful kiss. Di felt herself open even more. 

In the bathroom, she had cleaned her quim as much as she could without a shower. With Paul's kiss, the moisture began to flow down her leg. She felt a hand caress her breast, a hand a lot smaller than the ones that had been caressing her earlier that morning.

She felt Paul's hand on her knee, and one holding her head. A fourth found its way to her tummy while the one on her breast moved to the other side and her mother's mouth closed on her nipple. Di couldn't help it; the moan came from so deep it sounded like it was reverberating in a barrel. 

"Oh, Momma, that feels so goood. Don't stop." 

Paul and Sally's mouths traded tasks. Sally engaged her daughter in a tongue duel while Paul took over nipple duty. 

Still aroused from her earlier session with Paul, the taboo nature of the situation triggered a small orgasm in Di. "Oooohhh, shit!" she moaned. "I'mmm gonnnnnna!" and the feeling of pleasure washed over her. 

Paul lowered her to the bed and ran his hand up her thigh, spreading her legs. She lay there, her eyes closed, recovering. 

She hadn't quite recovered when she felt the bed shift, and a head was between her thighs. The tongue was more agile, more delicate than the one which had pleasured her earlier. Her mother was eating her pussy! Omigod! What should she... How would she... WherewasPaul? 

She became aware of the bed shifting again; of the warmth alongside her cheeks. She opened her eyes, and looked into her first pussy-her mother's. She was looking into the very passage through which she was delivered exactly eighteen years ago.

Through her anxiety, she again became aware of the pleasure her mother was giving her. Damn, if her mom could; if Paul and his mom could; dammit so could she. She reached up and pulled her mom's hips toward her face. She knew what her mom was doing to her, and what Paul had done. She did a great job trying to copy them. 

Her mother's responses to her efforts guided her as she traced Sally's labia, tongued her clit, and fucked her tongue into Sally's love chute. The fact that it was Di applying the tongue pushed Sally to the precipice. 

As her orgasm swept over Sally, she closed her mouth over Di's clit and muffled her scream of joy on it. The vibrations were enough to trigger Di's fourth climax of the morning. 

When they had both calmed down, Sally turned around and kissed her daughter. "Happy Birthday, Sweetie." she said, grinning.

Di broke into a big grin. "And a Happy New Year to you, Momma."

Paul positioned himself behind Sally and began to run his helmet up and down her slit. "You guys have no idea how hot that was to watch. I thought seeing you with Patti couldn't be beat, but it's damn close."  He pushed his hips forward.

"Oh, God, Paul, right here?"

"Yeah. Can you think of anything sexier? Putting it to a mom doggy style over her just fucked virgin daughter. Kiss her nipples, Sally, Play with your mom's tits, Di, pull her face into your tits."

There was a sound from the door. He turned his head, to see his fiance and mother watching them, feeling each others' boobs and pussies. He grinned and motioned them in with his head. Rita latched onto Di's other nipple, while Paul made room for Patti to get to Di's quim and begin sucking on her clit.

The extra stimulation was too much for the recent virgin teen. It felt like the climax began with her curled toes and moved up her legs like a warm bath, to explode out the top of her head with a loud "oh fuck!!" as she began to shake and quiver all over. A few seconds later she passed out, and missed her mother's climax as Paul hosed his seed into her.

Patti sat up and looked at her sister, laying under her mother. She laughed. "Well, this is one birthday she'll never forget." She put her arm around her fianc‚. "You did good, lover. You okay? Need anything? Something to eat? To drink? Someone to fuck?"

Paul looked at her, seeing the laughter in her eyes, the pure joy in her expression. He bent down to kiss her. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked her.

"Damned if I know," she replied. "I think you drugged me, all those male pheromones floating around the house that day." Di began to stir. "Aha, birthday girl is waking up."

Paul pulled his flaccid dick from Sally, who then moved to sit by Rita. Di's eyes opened and she saw her family in a ring about her. "Jeezus, what did you guys do to me. I feel like I been run over by a boulder." 

Patti laughed. Sally grinned. "Yeah, it can feel like that, especially when you come a lot in a short time." She looked at Paul. "Is there anything else she has to sample today?"

"Has to? No, but there is one more act she has yet to perform."

Di looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"You haven't done oral on me yet, and you said you wanted to."

"Oh. Well, bring him here," she said, lying back down.

"No, your first time, it will be better for you if I lie down and you kneel over me. As tired as I am, and as desensitized as he is, there's no way of telling how he will react when you take him in your mouth."

He laid himself back on the pillows, his legs spread. Patti guided Di into position, then instructed her, "okay Di, keep your mouth open as far as you can. Don't close your teeth, just your lips. Think of it as a popsicle you're trying to suck the flavor out of without getting any ice. 

"Today, don't try to swallow it, just lick and suck on it. With your tongue, look for the ridge around the base of the crown of his cock, that's where he's the most sensitive. Paul, if you start to come, warn her. We don't want her choking her first time."

Flaccid, Paul was a tad under four inches, counting his foreskin. Erect, he was almost eight and a half inches long, and nearly six inches around the base of his crown. Di bent down and sucked his flaccid member into her mouth. 

Paul relaxed with his eyes closed as she used her tongue to collect his and Sally's juices off the shaft. She had just about finished when he opened his eyes. Di's eyes opened wide in alarm and she started to pull back as fast as she could move. It looked like she was vomiting his erect dick as it emerged from her mouth in snakelike fashion. 

"Shit, Paul!" Di shouted. "What'd you do?"

"I'm sorry, sweets. When I opened my eyes and saw how sexy you looked, it just happened."

"Don't blame Paul for anything but being a man," put in her mother. "They all pretty much react that way. You're lucky he didn't fill your mouth with his seed. That's how most men react. So I hear." she finished, with a smile.

"Mom, you take Di down and get dressed so we can get out of Rita's hair. I'll be right down." While her mom and sister left the room, Patti was eyeing Paul's erection hungrily. She remembered last night, how Rita had made Paul rest up for her. 

"Rita, I think you should take care of this for him. Paul, treat my future mother nice; she is a special lady." Patti crawled forward on the bed to kiss the older woman. "You coming over for dinner? Good. If there's anything left of him then, I'll take care of it. Love you both. Happy New Year."

An hour later, Paul sat at the kitchen table, sipping his brunch coffee while his mother loaded the dishwasher. He was watching her, admiring the way her medium sized breasts swung as she moved, placing the dishes. She put in the last plate and distributed the silverware, then straightened up and faced him. 

He marveled at the perfection confronting him. Her skin was flawless, accented by the honey blonde patch covering her mons. If she had had any tan on her breasts, her nipples would have been invisible. In spite of his activities earlier that morning, he felt a surge in his groin, eliciting a smile.

He patted his lap, offering his mother a seat, which she accepted with a smile. Once seated, with his arms around her waist and hers around his neck, she shimmied a few times, looking for the best position, and bent down to kiss him. It was a warm lovers kiss, just enough tongue to acknowledge that part of their relationship, without totally denying their primary bond. 

While his left hand continued to hold her waist, his right hand found her breast and began to fondle it, paying a great deal of attention to the nipple, already erect. "Mmm," was her only response, except for more pressure from her lips, and another small shimmy of her hips. As he continued to play, she pulled back from their kiss. "Are you ready for more? You've had a busy night and day."

He buried his face in her neck and shoulder, nibbling at her skin. "I could fuck the entire women's soccer team and you'd still make me hard," he growled. "Are you ready, because we ain't gonna do anything else until it's time to get ready to go to dinner?" 

Rita's laugh was pure joy. "Promises, promises."

He put his hand under her knees and stood up, cradling her in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom. With a grin, he threw her onto her bed, getting another joy-filled laugh from her. He was with her in a second, their lips joined in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring the now familiar territory of her body, finding new ways to give his mother pleasure. Soon he found himself gazing into her love tunnel, caressing its perimeter with his tongue and lips.

Their lovemaking that afternoon ranged form intensely passionate to deliciously languid. Three times he brought his mother to her crest before he loosed his seed. 

Her hands healed, she delighted in using them to explore his body, stroke his staff, caress his sack and its precious cargo. Nor was he hesitant to return the strokes, pets, and touches. 

Their mutual love was expressed in countless ways, not all sexual, nor even physical. While it was some time before he entered his mother, once joined, they remained joined until it was time to get ready to leave. 

Much of the time, they lay on their sides, trading kisses, talking as lovers so often do, and as mother and son, and as friends. Neither the first nor the last time they made love, both would remember it as one of the most meaningful and lovely times they were together.

Sally looked at the circular pill container, a sick feeling in her stomach. "How the fuck did that happen?" she asked herself. There was no denying the fact. There were seven blue pills, and a white one. A white one which should not have been there.  

Every day, between 5:45 and 6:15PM she took a white one, for twenty-one days, then for the next seven days a blue one. She had been doing it for eighteen years. How the fuck had she forgotten the one friggin' white pill? 

When? That was the question. If it had been early in the month, then maybe she was okay, but anytime after the middle of the month and she was screwed. She laughed at the term. Literally and figuratively. She shook her head in resignation when she remembered. Yesterday, she had been so busy getting Di ready for the Ball, she hadn't eaten supper, her natural reminder to take the pill. Shit! 

There wasn't anything to be done. Even though she was a medical professional, she didn't believe in either abortion or Plan B contraception. Other than Paul, she had always insisted her lovers use condoms, believing in the value of double protection. 

She had made the same mistake nearly twenty years ago. But 'he' had married her. And somehow, even though she had been nursing her first baby, she had gotten pregnant the first night she and her husband made love after she delivered Patti. Now this. Fuck!



Mother's Helper Ch. 05



The conclusion. A lot of sex, not much of it graphic. Some important family history revealed. Enjoy. Comments welcome. Sign 'em and I'll answer them. Jb7





Sally unlocked the side door to her house and led Rita to the kitchen. As they passed the stairway to the basement, they heard two distinct female giggles and the male groaning which usually accompanies an ejaculation.

"Sounds like Di and Kitty are torturing Paul again," commented Sally, whispering.

"He's a big boy; he can handle them," Rita replied. She looked around the kitchen, remembering a day over twenty years ago. "I've always liked this house, even when I was a teenager. It always seemed so homey."

"Did you know Dr. and Mrs Williams?"

"Everybody knew them. They both taught at the high school. I dated their son one summer."

"You dated Tim Williams? It is a small world. He's the girls' father. We were married his senior year at Northern State." Sally was busy at the stove, putting on water for tea. Rita felt her heart drop into her stomach. Tim Williams was Paul's father.

"Are you okay?" Sally asked. "You look kind of pale."

"I'm fine; just been a long week, and this humidity is getting to me. It does every Spring until I adapt." She sat down at the table. "How are you doing? Is the baby behaving?"

"As much as any of them do. He's an active little bugger. Thank you for interceding with your father. He has a reputation for being strict about being and appearing professional."

"It was easier than I thought. Since my mother died, he's been easier to talk to, more accepting of people and their foibles. He seemed happy when I told him about Paul and Patti. He's even invited me for dinner this weekend."

The sound of heavy footfalls on the stairs alerted them to the imminent appearance of their children. Kitty was the first to appear, completely nude. Di, also nude, was right on her heels. Paul, coming up after them, pushed the girls into the kitchen. "Ooh," screamed Kitty, covering herself with her hands. Thinking quickly, to preserve their secret, Paul and Di copied her.

"Wh...when did you guys get here?" Di stammered.

"Um, just a few minutes ago, about the time Paul climaxed, I think," grinned Sally. "At least, that's how it sounded." Kitty didn't notice, but she was the only one who blushed at Sally's statement. "Are you finished? Would any of you like some tea? Paul, your mom will need a ride home, if you don't mind."

"No problem; I have to drop Kitty off on the way home, too."

Rita looked at Kitty. "Hello, I don't think we've met. You must be Kitty. I'm Paul's mom, Rita."

"G... g... glad to meet you, Mrs. Tomkins. If you'll excuse me, I should go get dressed."

"Probably a good idea for you two, also," Sally said, pouring hot water into the teapot. "Would any of you like some tea when you're dressed?"

"Not for me, Mom."

"Do we have time, Mom, or are you in a hurry?"

"No, thank you, Mrs Williams."

"That depends on when Kitty needs to be home."

"There's no hurry, Mrs. T.; my parents are going out for dinner tonight. It's their twenty-fifth anniversary."

"Would you like to have dinner with Paul and me; but I must warn you, at home, Paul and I are nudists."

Kitty looked shocked for a moment, then laughed. "Well, you've already seen everything, so why not. I'd be happy to. Thank you."

Dinner at the Tomkins that evening was surprisingly comfortable. Kitty seemed totally at ease, despite being nude in Rita's presence. The teen helped the older woman put together a simple supper of chops, mac and cheese and salad. As they worked, the two women talked.

"You're a nurse, aren't you?" Kitty asked. "I think that's what Paul told me."

"Yes, I'm a nurse practitioner with the Southern City Internists."

"May I ask you a question? It's about sex, and I'd be embarrassed to ask Dr Pederson. She's been my doctor since I was five. It's almost like she's my mom."

Rita laughed. "I understand, and Kate's reputation for preaching abstinence is well known. What do you want to know?"

"Isn't it supposed to hurt for a girl the first time she has sex? Or does it depend on the guy, or something else?"

"I take it that it didn't hurt your first time." Kitty shook her head. "If the guy was super careful, and patient, or relatively thin in the penile department, and if you were very aroused, you might not have noticed it when your hymen was breached. Or you might already have torn it.

"Do you ride horses or bicycles a lot, especially off the road? Or are you a cheerleader or gymnast?" She looked at Kitty. "Or you might, at some time, have been drugged and raped."

"Wouldn't I know if that happened? Wouldn't there be some signs?"

"If the guy wore a condom, or pulled out before he ejaculated and cleaned you up afterward, the only sign might be a little blood. He could have put a towel or pad under you. The only way you might know is, maybe, some muscle ache in your abdomen, similar to menstrual cramping."

Kitty looked thoughtful. "No," she said, mostly to herself, "it couldn't have been...he wouldn't... What about the other stuff, the guy and being aroused?" she asked, looking at Rita.

"Mostly, it depends on how aroused the woman is, and how intact the hymen is. Even if she has no actual membrane, there is a ring of hymenal tissue which narrows the vagina just in front of the cervix. But even that, unless she's really aroused, will cause a twinge of pain. Are you worried or just curious?"

Kitty grinned. "Curious, mostly. If what I thought was my first, wasn't, then someone has some explaining to do, and I'm not sure how to approach it."

"Want to talk about it?" Kitty looked at her, a look of relief on her face.

"Can we? What about Paul?"

"He won't be down until dinner. We have forty-five minutes or so. Tea, soda, wine?"

"Wine, if you don't mind. Mom and Dad usually let me have a glass with dinner. I think..." She hesitated, a tear starting down her cheek.

"That may have been what happened to you, your suspected first time? You suspect your father?"

Kitty nodded. "Sort of, but he's not my real, my biological father. I forget why they were fighting, but I heard my Dad tell Mom she could go find the SOB who fertilized her if she wasn't satisfied. Then he stormed out. I found her crying in the living room.

"She must have realized I heard him and told me they had tried for years to have a child. They talked with their doctor who suggested using a sperm donor. The doctor told her for the best chance of success they should insert the sperm directly into her uterus, which meant she would have to be sedated while they dilated the cervix. She went every day for two weeks; a week before and a week after the middle of her cycle. Nine months later, there I was."

"Why..."

"Why do I suspect Dad? Pretty much circumstantial. The week of my seventeenth birthday, Mom had to go to St Louis to be with my grandmother for some surgery. The night of my birthday, Dad took me to the Country Club for dinner, and got us a private dining room so I could have some wine. 

"When we got home, he gave me some more. I felt tired and the wine made me sleepy. In the morning, I woke up in bed, but couldn't remember going to bed the night before. My nightie was bunched up around my waist, and my panties were twisted. There was a blood smear on the edge of my panties along side the vagina, and my period wasn't due for a week.

"Dad had already gone to work; he had left a note saying he had called the school and told them I wouldn't be in. Mom got home that afternoon, earlier than expected, so I didn't get a chance to talk to him that day. He seemed to avoid me for the next several days, and after a while it didn't seem to matter."

"Oh, Kitty! I am so sorry. It certainly sounds like what you suspect, and it does matter. Even if it didn't happen, your suspicions have affected your relationship with him and with your mom, and with every boy you date. How can you trust them if you can't trust the man who raised you? Whether or not he supplied the sperm that created you?"

"Do you think that may be why I don't feel attracted to any of the boys at school? But what about Paul? I really like being with him and having... Oops! TMI?" she asked, grinning.

"Not at all," laughed Rita. "Paul's safe, as far as you're concerned. You know you can't have him except to share with two other women, so it's just sex, no commitment."

"That's true, but sometimes, I wish it were just us. Like my 'official' first time. Can I..."

"If you want to. Was it Paul?"

"Mm hmm. We met at the Senior Ball. Did you hear about how he made my dress fall down on the dance floor?" Rita nodded, smiling. "God! I was so embarrassed and ashamed. But he pulled it right back up and blocked my front from everyone while he zipped me up, saying I shouldn't be ashamed, to keep my head up. And I did, and suddenly, I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed anymore.

"Later, he apologized. Di explained he was on 'loan' from Patti and suggested she might share him with me some day. Frankly, I would have gone with them right then. I had never been so attracted to a guy before.

"She called a few days later. We went to lunch and she told me she had a date with him that afternoon. Was I still interested?" Kitty paused to refill her wine glass and offered more to Rita, who shook her head. "We went to Di's house. Paul was already there, talking to Patti. She left a few minutes later, wishing us all a good time.

"Di took us downstairs where we started necking and messing around. Before I knew it, my clothes were off and they were both doing things to my breasts I'd only dreamed of. After a bit I realized Di wasn't with us anymore and Paul was kissing me where, as far as I knew, nobody but Dr. Pedersen and me had ever touched.

"Mrs. T, your son is a fantastic kisser, and not just above the chin. If you don't mind my saying it, he made me climax three times with his tongue down there." She smiled and got a far away look. "I remember screaming his name and some language my parents probably wish I didn't know, but..."

"I know, Kitty. I have a similar reaction. I don't scream, but I have a tendency to sound like a sailor on shore leave."

"Exactly! God, I was totally exhausted. We lay there a bit, then he rolled me on top of him, and in about a minute, all the questions I had about whether I was or wasn't a virgin were answered. Mrs. T, if he wasn't your son, I'd advise you to seduce him. He feels so good and fills me up so nice. I don't think I'd ever be able to say no to him, ever, even if I were married and had a passel of kids. If I were Patti, I'm sure I wouldn't share him if I had a sister."

While Kitty drained her glass of wine, Rita looked at her, thoughtfully. "Tell me, Kitty, what would you do if the situation presented where you'd never be able to be with him, not ever again? Where you had to make a decision to keep the situation like it is versus never again having him in you, pleasuring you, ever again." 

She looked directly into Kitty's eyes. "Suppose you knew a secret, even more dreadful than what you suspect your dad did to you, and you knew that if you kept it, nothing would change, but if you revealed it, Paul would have to leave the state and he'd never want to see or talk to you again. What would you do?"

"I... I can't imagine anything more dreadful than what Dad did, but if things wouldn't change because I knew it, given the alternative, I'd probably..."

"Not probably, Kitty. To get this secret, you'd have to swear to keep it as long as all the people it affects, including yourself, are living. Knowing it will open more opportunities with Paul. Telling it will destroy him and you, and some other innocent people."

"Like a secret sisterhood, or a sorority. I would agree to that."

Rita stared at her for a long minute, considering. She got up and walked to the staircase. "Paul," she called. "Come down, please. It's almost time for dinner." He came bounding down the stairs, his manhood bouncing, unsupported, in plain sight. 

Rita looked at Kitty. "Raise your hand, cross your heart, do whatever you do to make a solemn vow or pledge, Kitty, then repeat 'I swear I will never tell the secret concerning my relationship with Paul Tomkins and the other women in his life." She put her arm around her son's waist.

"Mom?"

"I'm sure, Paul." Kitty repeated the vow. When she was done, Rita walked to her and embraced her, folding her into a full body hug. Hesitantly, Kitty returned the hug. Rita turned and gestured to Paul to join them. She reached out to pull him into the embrace by his flaccid member, stroking it. She stretched up to engage him in a passionate kiss. "Paul, I need you to fuck me, right now." She looked at Kitty. "Listening to you talk about your first times, with your Dad and with Paul got me so horny I can't wait." 

She led the youngsters into the living room where she pushed Kitty to sit on the sofa. She dropped to her knees in front of her as Paul took position behind her. Rita reached up and gently kissed the young woman on the lips. "Have you ever experienced sex with a woman, Kitty? Will this be another first for you? Do you want to try it?" With lust obvious in her green eyes, Kitty nodded and opened her legs as Rita slid her tongue into the teen's mouth. Rita moaned as her son pushed his cock into her very wet cunt.

Saturday morning. Paul woke and stretched. He leaned over and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek. Friday had been a rare night of just the two of them. Patti had called and said she wasn't feeling up to joining them. She'd had a couple of late nights, followed by hard days and needed to recoup.

He got up, showered and headed for the kitchen to start breakfast. As usual, his first stop was the coffee maker. He had just turned it on when the doorbell rang. Ignoring his nudity, he went to answer it. He opened the door and found Kitty waiting, bouncing up and down.

As soon as the screen door opened, she was in his arms, pushing him back into the hallway. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she kept saying, punctuating them with kisses. "Where is your mom?" she asked, hurriedly pulling off her top and pushing her slacks down her legs.

"Still in bed, I think, or in the shower. Why?"

"I need to talk to her. Our talk the other night has made a huge difference in my life. By the way, have you talked to Di since we were all together Thursday?" She ran upstairs and found Rita's room. Rita was just sitting up, having been awakened by the doorbell. With a small sense of alarm, she looked at the nude blonde beauty bursting through her door.

"Kitty! What is it?"

"Oh, Rita! I came to say thank you. When I was with you and Paul the other day, it made me see that I didn't have to accept society's view of what Dad did to me. What he did wasn't necessarily wrong, only the way he did it. I confronted him about it yesterday and we cleared the air between us."

Kitty walked into her father's bank and proceeded straight to his office. She nodded to Ellen, his private secretary and asked if he was in. When Ellen reached for her phone, Kitty just pushed the door to his office open and walked in. Gary Evans looked up in surprise when the door opened. He had given Ellen strict instructions not to let anyone in.

"Hi, Daddy. I came to get you to take you to lunch."

"Shouldn't you be in school? I can't go to lunch today. Friday is a busy day for us."

"Yes you can, Daddy. In fact, you must. You and I have some things to discuss. Things we've needed to talk about for a couple of years."

Gary felt his stomach drop. He had hoped she hadn't realized what he had done, or had simply accepted it and kept silent. But, it was plain from her tone, she wasn't going to stay silent any longer unless he went with her. On the way out he stopped to tell Ellen he'd be back...

"Monday morning," Kitty finished for him. "C'mon, Dad. We gotta beat the long lines at the Burger Palace." Gary groaned. Given the nature of the conversation he was sure was coming, burgers'n'fries was the last thing he needed for lunch. A couple of martinis would be way better.

"Take your coat and tie off, Dad. You'll be more comfortable where we're going," Kitty prompted him. He did as she suggested, and dropped them in the back of her open roadster. He saw the bags from his favorite Chinese restaurant and smiled.

"I thought you said Burger Palace. Wu Ling is a welcome surprise."

"Just messing with you, Dad. Relax. We won't be long getting there." Less than fifteen minutes later, she turned onto a dirt road he recognized as one running into the back of the estate his family had owned since the turn of the last century.

"Kitty?"

"The swimming hole, Dad. Remember when I was a little girl, we'd come out and all of us would swim naked. That was a good time." 

She pulled off the road onto a level grassy spot, pointing at a large, clean pond. Itself fed by an artesian spring, it fed a small creek which meandered across their property and another farm before joining a small river a couple of miles away. Kitty pulled the food from the back seat. Opening the trunk, she pulled out a blanket and a couple of towels. "C'mon, Dad, let's swim first, then we can eat."

"Kitty, I can't..."

"Sure you can, Daddy," she said, putting a sarcastic emphasis on the title. "I'm a big girl. I've seen naked men. I've even had sex, but you knew that, didn't you, Daddy? C'mon, join me in the water," she said, pulling off her top. Gary silently moaned at the sight of her 18 year old breasts bouncing in the air. His fifty year old cock gave a couple of lurches in his suit pants.

While not religious, he considered himself an ethical and moral man. With the exception of his lapse with Kitty, whom he really considered his daughter in every sense of the word, he had not strayed from his marriage vows, even though strongly tempted several times. When he saw Kitty push her slacks down over her hips, he fell to his knees on the blanket.

"Kitty, why?"

"You tell me, Daddy, why? Why did you drug and rape me? And then ignore me. Do you realize this is the first time since that night we've been alone with no chance someone will come through the door in a minute. So, tell me, Daddy, why?" She dropped to her knees in front of him, her nude body less than a foot away from him. She reached up and started to unbutton his shirt.

"For a long time, Dad," she said, in a normal tone, "I was ashamed of myself because of what you did to me. Fathers aren't supposed to fuck their little girls. Did you know that, Dad? Society says that's wrong. They're especially not supposed to rape them. That's even more wrong. Society goes on to say I shouldn't want it to happen again, or to try to remember if I enjoyed it, or, rather, did my body enjoy it because I was drugged, remember? So, why, Daddy?" she demanded, pushing his shirt off his shoulders so hard he nearly lost his balance.

Kitty caught his belt and pulled him upright. "Here I am, Dad, with all these questions. And the man who knows the answers, who's supposed to love and protect me, who taught me to be a good virtuous girl, where is he, Daddy?"

"What do you want, Kitty? Why are you doing this?" he choked out, his emotions a mix of concern, remorse and resignation.

"I want an answer, Dad. Why the fucking hell did you drug and rape me? Were you so fucking sex starved you needed to do that? What perversion were you performing–incest; sex with your underage daughter; sex with an unconscious cunt; fucking some unknowing cunt in your marriage bed? Tell me, Dad!" she demanded, pushing his pants and jockeys down his legs, revealing his half flaccid cock. "Nice one, Daddy," she grinned, it not quite reaching her eyes. "Not so big it'll hurt, but big enough so a girl will know something's there, if she's awake. Right, Daddy?"




Mother's Helper Ch. 05-08



Thanks for all the criticism, forbearance and patience. Sorry about being slow in heeding advice and making changes. It takes a while to get up to speed here! This entry is considerably longer.

Chapter 5 – Most injuries happen at home

When Janice awoke, she was filled with a fresh wave of shame about her wanton display with her young son Matthew the previous night. He'd exposed her ass, slapped her mound, abused her nipples, forced her to kneel as if she was subservient to him, performed what was in effect "bondage" on her breasts, and cut off so much material that they became almost as naked as her ass cheeks. However, it had been an accident when his member briefly popped into her mouth, and after all, it was covered with underwear. But as if that wasn't shocking enough, he'd humiliated her by pushing his drenched boxers onto her hands, squeezing his cum all over her near-naked front, and brazenly ordering her, as if she was his personal slave, to clean them. He'd even caught her in the bathroom, lapping up every last drop of the sticky gobs in his shorts, and forcing her to swallow the load in front of him. She was rapidly losing control of the situation.

While working out at the gym, she'd struggled about whether or not to say goodnight to him that night. But deep down, she knew she had to. Why not? Everybody knew that children craved consistency. And she knew that Matthew expected her. Besides, he was never boring, like all the other humdrum guys. Matthew always thought of something new and different. Anyway, he'd be gone to college soon enough and this wild spree would become an amusing and slightly scandalous memory.

Throughout the day, Matt had spent as much time as possible online, learning about SM. Then, at 10:00 pm, Janice stood in her son's doorway in a different, filmy peach baby doll, aching with frustration. Matt looked at her without speaking, wondering if she was flagrantly defying him by not being dressed as instructed. Janice was afraid Matt was displeased that she was not wearing the clamps and torn shreds of last night's baby doll and that he would tell her to return to her room. "Oh, look at those cobwebs!" she said, a hurried excuse to cut off his admonition and look busy with some practical chore, thus staying in his room.

Janice moved his desk chair to the side of his bed near his head. When she stepped onto the chair, the baby doll slid all the way to the top of her thigh. He had a great view up her tanned legs to her bikini panties. "Don't think I'm unaware: you're not wearing your baby doll as I instructed," he said.

Instead of answering, she stretched up on her toes for several seconds to reach the cobweb in the ceiling, raising the hem of the short baby doll and giving him an extended look at her incredible, tight ass. She loved the feeling of teasing him. "Sweetie, I'm scared of falling. Could you hold me?" she asked innocently.

Matt jumped out of bed. Rather than holding the chair steady, he grasped her hips, placing his hands under the baby doll but over the panties. As Janice stretched her long legs up, the low-slung panties slid down a few inches, showing the top of her mound and a narrow, vertical strip of very short, neatly trimmed hair. "Are you deliberately ignoring the man of the house?"

"Honey, I'm unstable in these shoes," she said, appearing to ignore his comment. She kicked off the heeled slippers. "Could you bring me those reference books from your desks?"

He brought over four thick books. With her back to him, she spread her feet to the edge of the chair and bent over at the waist to arrange the books. Matt was staring straight at her groin. "I've been too lenient with you," he said, musing out loud.

The thin panties were stretched so much he could actually see the crack of her ass and slit of her cunt. "Now hold me like before but stand in front," she said, still pretending he hadn't spoken.

Matt moved to her front, staring down the baby doll's neckline to her pendulous breasts, as she made sure the books were secure. He'd never before seen her incredible breasts entirely naked. To his list of her sexual traits, he added the term exhibitionist. "If you're not taught a lesson, this behavior will only get worse. And I don't mean a slap on the wrist."

Janice found it harder to concentrate. "Okay, hold me tight like before and I bet this will work." Once he gripped her hips, she stood on the thick books, raising her height by nine inches and causing the panties to slide down to her thighs. 

"Ummm, now I can get those cobwebs," she said. She must have been oblivious to the fact that her pussy was exposed, mere inches in front of her face. Matt relished the sight: except for the brief strip of very short black hair above her slit, she was still shaved perfectly smooth. His cock twitched.

She made a final, overextended reach for a cobweb. Janice felt a surge of dizziness at his words and lost her balance, toppling the stack of books, yelling and falling into Matt. He clasped her to his chest, her breasts in his face. Her face was twisted in pain. "What's wrong?" he said.

"I hurt my ankle." She tried to put weight on it but yelled and started falling again. Her head was hanging. Here was punishment for her smartass teasing.

"Mother!" he said. The sudden pain must have been so intense that she blacked out. He grabbed her arms and lifted her onto his bed, pulling her up to the head. In the process, her panties were dragged down to her knees. He tried to pull them up, but her legs were spread too widely, so he pulled them off and laid them on the night table.

He hurried down to the kitchen for an ice pack, water and some painkillers. The ice pack was the kind with straps. Back in his room, she was still unconscious, her beautiful legs akimbo. The panties dangled around one ankle. He fastened the ice pack securely around her throbbing ankle, staring up into her groin. He sat next to her and lifted her head. "Mom, wake up!" She opened her eyes. He placed the painkillers at her big lips and she sucked them in, swallowing water from the glass he held to her mouth. When he lowered her head, she closed her eyes and lay still.

Not wanting to disturb her, he lay next to her, his erection tenting his pajamas, staring at this sexy woman lying next to him barely clothed. After twenty minutes, he removed the ice pack. He thought about what had happened and how hard it had made him to see her tight, tanned ass and shaved pussy. After another twenty minutes had passed, she awoke as he was strapping a new ice pack onto her ankle. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said woozily. "I'll just go back to my room." Slowly, she swung her legs over to the floor. He held her arm and helped her up, but she yelled immediately, legs buckling, and fell back on the bed, grimacing. "Mom, you can stay here tonight. My bed's plenty big for two, and I don't mind."

"Are you sure, honey?" she asked through obvious pain. He nodded. "All right. Thank you. I'm afraid I'd fall again in the hallway and injure it even more." She held out her arms for a kiss. He leaned in. Rather than turn her head, she kissed him on the mouth, which he attributed to the painkiller. He thought her soft lips felt fantastic. He swung her legs back onto the bed. "Could you please bring me a stronger painkiller?"

He returned with a Vicodin and fed it to her. He was removing the second ice pack twenty minutes later when she opened her eyes. "Honey," she slurred, "I usually get up in the middle of the night. But I'm afraid that if I do I'll make my ankle worse. How can we prevent that?"

He remembered the straps on the ice packs. "Let's do the same thing as the ice packs. We'll tie your ankles to the bedposts."

"You don't think that's . . . weird, do you?" she asked, her upturned eyes searching his own.

"No, I think it's practical and makes a lot of sense." He pulled the belts off his summer and winter bathrobes and used one to tie her injured ankle to the bedpost next to it. Her eyes had closed. The good ankle had to be tied to the further bedpost. He couldn't quite believe he was doing it, but he found himself dutifully spreading open her other leg. Finished, he looked at his mother, her legs stretched so wide he could see her pussy and clit hood peeking out from beneath the baby doll.

"Thanks, sweetheart. When you take charge like this I feel safe. You're very competent and authoritative for a young man. Before I go to sleep, is there any way I can thank you for taking such good care of me?"

"I'll figure out something," he said, his cock twitching at the drugged, "bedroom" expression on her pouting face. "Go to sleep now," he answered, flustered. He turned off the lights and climbed in beside her. Pulling up the sheet, there was just enough slack in the belts for her to twist onto her side, facing away from him. He could tell from her breathing that she fell asleep immediately. Ten minutes later, the heat from her body, inches away, was driving him crazy, especially on such a hot night. He tried to figure out what to do—or what he could get away with. As if she could read his mind, she stirred and pushed off the sheet till it lay down on her knees. The baby doll had risen to her breasts, exposing her taut belly in the moonlight.

As quietly as he could, he started masturbating, his dick inches from her. Remembering how low her tolerance was to drugs, he took the hem of her baby doll and slowly pulled it up until her flat belly was bare. Encouraged and still wanking himself, he pulled it higher until her firm breasts were visible. He studied the wide, black aureole and thick dark nipples, almost a half-inch in diameter, the color of bittersweet chocolate. In the moonlight they looked as dark as her lustrous black hair.

After all, she'd repeatedly said he could have anything he wanted. He touched the stiff nipples with his fingertips, then traced down her belly to her mound. Her regular, deep breathing continued as he worked his shaft. He stroked the sides of her breasts and waited cautiously. Thank goodness for Vicodin.

He placed two fingers around the closer nipple, but it was so thick he added a third finger and squeezed. Her only response was to move her torso slightly. He squeezed and pulled up an inch on the far nipple. Her hips rocked back and forth.

Feeling reckless, he inserted his middle finger vertically into her slit, surprised that his finger became drenched instantly. She jerked her legs open, as if it was a reflex, revealing the big clit jutting out from its hood. Frightened, he stopped jerking himself, afraid she'd woken, still amazed at the size of her fleshy clit and labial lips, and removed his finger, the slick lips making a sucking sound, as if they were releasing his finger reluctantly. 

Matt replaced his finger with his dick, rubbing the length of it along her fat, wet labia and up to her clit. It felt like heaven. Back and forth he went. Unaware that he was moaning softly, he couldn't take it any more. He leaned back, withdrawing from her puffed-out lips. His cum shot up in the air and arced slightly across, splashing on her tanned belly. Usually, he climaxed with a huge amount of jism, and this was no exception. He swiveled his cock a couple of inches so that a second spurt landed on her clit and pussy, coating the short patch of narrow hair, and the remainder spewed onto her breasts, splattering the turgid nipples that looked like they were begging for attention. He stared at her, his thick trail of goo glistening in the moonlight, in stark relief against her olive skin.

He dropped off to sleep, acknowledging that he was one hell of a lucky teenager. He had a hot mother who craved showing off her body, who liked to be tied up, who accepted humiliation, and who desired that he take charge. He could live with that.

In the next episode, Matt conducts a follow-up exam on the injured party.

Chapter Six — The Post-Injury Exam

When Janice awoke late the next morning, she was disoriented from the painkiller and waking in her son's bed. The sheet was tucked under her chin. The belts had been removed from her ankles but she did not even remember them. Carefully, she stood, favoring the ankle, which was very much improved thanks to all the ice. Matt had already left for his part-time job. Still groggy from the painkiller, she put all her attention into favoring the ankle and not falling on the way to the shower, unaware that her panties were gone, too hung over to register that the patches flaking off her breasts, belly and mound was her son's dried cum.

That day, Janice recovered quickly from the sprain, thanks to Matt's attentive care the night before, the fact that she was in such good physical condition, and that she'd occasionally had these minor sprains previously at the gym. During the day, she also iced the ankle off and on a dozen times, thinking of how cozy it had been to sleep in Matt's bed.

That night, Matt understood that his audacious experiments from the night before could continue even further. She was led once again to his room as if invisible strings pulled her. From the doorway, she asked, "Matt, do you really think I'm attractive?"

"Mother, don't be silly. You're way beyond 'attractive!' When you come to school, all the guys tell me what a piece of a—"

"Go ahead, silly. You can say it," she prompted.

"They say you're one hot piece of ass. Mom, you look at least ten or twelve years younger than your age."

"Really, that's nice to hear." She noticed clothes lying on the floor at the side of his bed. "Let me clean those up for you, Mr. Graduate." With her back to him, she bent over so that her naked ass was inches from his face. She'd never picked up the panties from his bed when she woke that morning!

Then she turned back to face him and crouched down, the short baby doll riding all the way up her thighs. Looking down at her from the edge of his bed, he had another perfect viewing angle. Focused on the heap of clothes scattered around her, she appeared to be oblivious about her open legs and naked thighs. She almost lost her balance reaching for a T-shirt, so she widened her stance. In the direct light from his night table, he could actually see her naked pussy, still shocked that she was no longer wearing the panties. He was momentarily stunned by her boldness. In order to keep her in that posture, he asked, "How is your ankle?"

"It was surprisingly good all day, thanks to your help. But it's been hurting more all evening." She noticed the two belts, still tied to the posts at the foot of the bed. She looked puzzled, having no memory of them. "And squatting like this is not good for my ankle." She sat on the floor with her back against the wall, legs pressed together and extended in front of her, massaging the throbbing ankle.

"Don't move. I'll get you another painkiller and more ice." Upon returning from the kitchen, he saw that she had spread her knees by eighteen inches. She took the pill he handed her and swallowed it with water. "Oh, I forgot the ice. Sit tight." Actually, he'd forgotten it on purpose, in order to allow time for the painkiller to take effect. He took his time walking down the hallway and going downstairs. Before getting the ice pack, he locked the doors and turned off the lights. Back in his room, he could tell from her drooping eyelids that the painkiller was already working, her legs splayed wider and knees bent.

"Why don't I take a look at that ankle?" He swung his legs to the floor and sat on the edge, directly in front of her, his feet outside her legs. "It's better to elevate it." Gently, he lifted the injured ankle and placed her foot on his thigh. She looked physically uncomfortable, so he gave her a pillow to place behind her head, enabling her to slide closer to him, her torso now horizontal. He raised her other leg, laying it on the bed next to his thigh. The result of all this movement was that her legs and thighs were splayed open, her vulva completely exposed to him.

"It feels good when you act like this, taking care of me, telling me what to do, correcting me when I screw up, being the man of the house," she said, smiling and feeling high.

"That's good." To distract her, he said, "Mother, what is it you like about me?"

"Lots of things," she answered, her words slurred. He examined her ankle as she spoke, noting a slight swelling and discoloration. "For example, you're mature for your age, you know what you want, you're athletic, you're authoritative as the man in the house, you keep me in line when I'm bad, and you even let me sleep with you last night—I mean, sleep in your bed last night . . ." She giggled.

"Thanks for the compliments. Your ankle looks pretty good, but I want to make sure the circulation is OK." After the giggle, he could tell she was already fairly high from the painkiller. Matt figured the point was to take her further every night, to keep pushing and exploring. Since one of his belts was hanging from the post within reach, he decided not to let a resource go to waste. "I'm going to tie your ankles in case it hurts, okay?"

"You're the doctor, she said, drifting, her eyes closed." He tied her healthy ankle to the belt, but more tightly than last night. Leaning back on the bed, he untied the other belt and retied it to the post at the head of the bed to his right, looping it loosely around the injured ankle. Staying well clear of the ankle, he began massaging her foot and calf. "Let me know if this hurts."

"Mmmm," she responded. "It's okay if you have to hurt me. If that's what you think I need." After a few minutes, he strapped on the ice pack and set the leg down on the bed, thus spreading her open even more. "How are you doing, Mother?" he asked, to see whether the painkiller was having more of an effect. Eyes shut, she mumbled something unintelligibly. "Say that again," he said.

"Do the boys say anything else about me?"

"Yes, they say that with a mouth and lips like yours you must give great head." She smiled and half-nodded, her mouth opening halfway. He was unsure whether she'd even understood what he'd said.

Reassured, he knelt on the floor, a knee on each side of her hips, and raised the baby doll to her neck, savoring the sight of her breasts, exposed for the first time with the light on the night table. Instead of feeling her with his fingers like the night before, he leaned down and licked her luscious breasts, then dragged his tongue across her nipples. Despite her moans, he proceeded to suck on the nipples before moving down to her groin. Placing his hands under her ass, he easily lifted her and licked her thick labia. Next he licked and sucked the fat hood of her clit.

Sitting again on the bed, he placed her uninjured leg on it, between his thighs, her foot tight against his groin. He massaged her calf with downward strokes, forcing her foot into his raging cock. He used the same movement on her good ankle. When he reached her foot, he massaged it using a back and forth motion, blatantly rubbing it across his prick. Unlike last night, he didn't stop when she again moaned. Instead, he slid her several inches closer to the bed, so her ass was at the edge of the bed and her legs were practically vertical, her naked pussy beneath his cock.

He increased the tempo of his fist, staring straight down at her slit, opened so wide he could see the glistening outer and inner lips. He's never seen her bare pussy in the moonlight last night, so he saw in good light for the first time her fat clit and smoothly shaved pussy. He shot off, but instead of spraying her body in general, the way he had the previous night, he aimed his massive load so it cascaded straight down onto her mons and into her slit, drenching her dusky pink opening with a torrent of creamy spunk. Rivulets streamed down her belly on one side and through the crack of her ass.




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After recovering, he removed the ice pack, reluctantly untied her ankles, lifted her and carried her into her bedroom, a trail of cum falling on his bedroom floor, the hallway and her room. As he settled her on the bed, her arms around his neck, she said, "Goodnight, honey," much to his surprise, and pulled him in to kiss her, mouth wide open for his tongue. The kiss lasted longer than the night before.

"Sweet dreams," he said, "and I really appreciate your coming in to say goodnight to me this week."

"Well, I like it too," she slurred, the picture of innocence. "Doctor's orders," she said with a smile. Back in his room, he was dimly aware of his clothes, still lying on the floor. He was treating his own mother like a receptacle for his cum. She liked being tied, with him (the "Doctor") in control, and he was treating her more and more like a slut available to do his bidding. His own, personal, cum-slut-mother . . . The other night, when he'd bound her breasts so tightly with the clamp, she had not uttered a single objection at the obvious discomfort. Perhaps he'd think of some way to cause her actual pain?

Next time, Matt cools off Janice with the aid of a common household device.





Chapter Seven — The Air Conditioner

During breakfast with her son Matt the next morning, Janice said, "You took such good care of me the last couple of last nights that I'd like to do something for you today." Matt mulled it over, excited by the offer. "Are there any chores or errands I can do?"

"You could help me wash my car this afternoon."

"Sure, that sounds like fun!" she said. At the height of the afternoon heat, they met in the kitchen. Matt was surprised by his mother's outfit, a thin white cotton sundress, "Are you sure you want to wear that dress?"

"Yes, it's light and cool, and it has to be washed anyway." Matt's car was parked at the end of the driveway in front of the garage. Since their driveway had a bend in it, the car couldn't be seen from the sidewalk or street. As they prepared the hose, soap, sponge and bucket, Janice kept standing between him and the sun. He could see right through her dress and was surprised at how easily he could see her bra and panties, which were either black or dark gray. She seemed unaware about revealing the outfit was. Matt's cock swelled uncomfortably in his cutoff jean shorts.

Only a minute after he began spraying down the vehicle, Janice threw the heavy, soapy sponge at him and laughed gleefully as it hit the back of his shoulder and neck, drenching his T-shirt. "Mother, you shouldn't have done that!" he said teasingly. He turned slowly, the nozzle rotating with him, until it sprayed Janice's entire front. Now it was his turn to laugh. "Gotcha back!" he said.

"Well, I guess I deserved it," she admitted. They began soaping down the car. Matt wondered if she could really be unaware when the water drenched her front, it revealed her bra and panties. And although the bra was a full cup, both it and the panties were completely sheer and gauzy. He could not only see her breasts and pussy, he could also see her dark aureole, nipples and—he thought—her pussy lips. His cock grew harder, part of the head peeking out off the bottom of his cutoffs.

It was hot, sweaty work to soap and rinse the car. When done, he said, "Mother, if you lean across the hood I'll cool you off with the hose."

"Okay," she said, and bent over the hood, grasping the top edge by the windshield wipers. Matt turned the nozzle to Gentle and softly sprayed her down. The water was hot because the hose had been lying in the hot sun. "Mmmm," she moaned, "that feels nice." Matt was riveted by the sight of her tight ass beneath the panties.

"Now turn over and I'll do your front." Janice was suddenly self-conscious, aware that her front was probably somewhat see-through. "No thanks, this is enough." Matt grabbed her hips, trying to roll her over, but her hands firmly grasped the top of the hood. Suddenly, he spanked each of her ass cheeks, very hard. "Owww!" she yelled, her hands flying off the hood to grab her ass cheeks. Matt's ruse worked. With her hands no longer gripping the hood, he easily rolled her over.

Janice's ass smarted so much that she didn't even think about exposing herself to her son. Matt began spraying her again, which calmed her. After he'd finished her chest, he went down to her feet and gradually worked his way up. When the spray reached her lower thighs, he imperceptibly pushed her legs open wider and changed the spray to a stronger setting. Janice moaned, lost in the sensation as the pressure focused on her inner thighs. She slid down a foot. The dress, which had been bunched at mid-thigh, slid up till he could almost see her panties.

Matt changed the water pressure to a slightly harder force at the same time that he pulled her dress up to her waist. Janice was too busy moaning to even notice, her head rolling back and forth, body shuddering from the spray that now struck the inside of her upper thighs. He went for the prize, directing the nozzle so that it flooded the crotch of her panties. "Uhhh!" she groaned, thrashing on the hood.

He changed the nozzle to Pulse and Janice's body began twisting and gyrating, approaching her peak. He moved the nozzle until it was mere inches from her slit, and when her cries reached a crescendo he moved up his aim so that the pulsating stream smashed into her clit. Her body scissored up, forcing the nozzle into her mound and she screamed in release, slamming down onto the hood, her limbs twitching, nipples like one-inch eraser nibs.

Matt turned off the water. It seemed like a slow motion movie sequence when his mother's limp body, apparently unconscious, slid down the hood, inch by inch, until she sank to her knees on the ground and her upper torso fell forward, putting her face squarely in his crotch. He stepped back a few inches and her face moved down until her cheek was resting on the head of his bare cock, now exposed by a couple of inches. He pulled up his cutoffs so that almost all of his cock was exposed and, holding her head by the back of her hair, wiped his boner across her cheeks and nose, leaving a thick trail of viscous pre-cum. He then squeezed out the remaining pre-cum into her slightly open lips. He thought of pulling down her jaw so he could put his cock into her mouth but was afraid to take that step. Instead, he pulled his dick and shot off an exquisite load onto the top of her black hair.

Finished, Matt pulled down his cutoffs and called his mother's name. When Janice didn't respond, he slapped her cheeks. She moaned but didn't open her eyes, so he slapped both wet breasts, hard. This time her eyes opened, although he could see she was still in a stunned state. "Come on, let's get you inside." He lifted her, put one of arms around his and walked them into the laundry room, where she groggily let him strip off her dress and throw it into the washing machine. He smiled as the pool of cum began to flow down the rear and sides of her head. She seemed oblivious to it. In her bedroom, Matt propped up her pillows and laid her on her back, sitting up against the pillow so her head was almost vertical, eyes shut. He waited to leave until his cum appeared at the edge of her hairline, above her forehead. Smiling, he walked out, vividly imagining how she would feel when awaking and realizing that her face was covered with her son's cum load.

* * *

Matt was so motivated by the car wash scene that he spent the remainder of the afternoon and the entire evening preparing, in case his sluttish mother had a taste not only for bondage, but for serious SM as well. He had read online that frequently, people who liked to be tied up also were turned on by pain, which became pleasurable. It was a good thing his workday was light, because he spent almost every minute considering possibilities for that night. He vowed to be more forceful and controlling tonight. It was all he could do to restrain himself from beating off.

When Janice had woken from her nap that afternoon, she couldn't recall getting from the Matt's car to her room. She must have been really tired to not remove her soggy bra and panties, which she peeled off with a grimace before showering. In the bathroom, she was startled to see her reflection. A rush of humiliation and a thrill of excitement ran through her. In the mirror, her face and hair were encrusted with a sticky, damp white coating. But she had to be certain, didn't she? She wet a forefinger, touched the facemask and licked her finger. Her pussy spasmed as she confirmed that it was Matt's cum. After she'd orgasmed on the car, cumming like some slutty teenager, he must have lost control. She was amazed at the enormous load he'd discharged onto her hair and face. During her shower, she kept replaying the car wash and wondering what new thrill that night would bring. . . .

Neither the quickly learning son nor his humiliated slut mother was at home for dinner that night. Janice arrived home first, in such a state of restless anticipation that she couldn't focus on anything for long: not even a magazine or sitcom. She thrilled with fear and embarrassment when she heard Matt arrive home, but forced herself to wait for what seemed like an eternity. Janice never used air conditioning in her bedroom, and it was still exceptionally hot and close at 10:00 pm. She had run out of patience.

Matt had left his bedroom door wide open. Soon, she stood in her peach baby doll in the doorway. "It was too hot to sleep, even without my baby doll." She already slurred her words. "I even took a painkiller, but it didn't put me to sleep." He saw she was again wearing the panties and figured she was waiting for him to invite her to sleep again in his bed, but he had a more intriguing scenario in mind. "I have an idea," he said, getting out of bed. "Come over here," he said, extending his hand to hers and firmly holding her wrist, pulling her over in front of his air conditioner. It hung low in the tall window, the bottom only two feet from the floor. "I'm going to do two things with you tonight."

"Oh? Only two things? What do you mean?" she asked, giggling from the medication.

Her pussy was level with the slats, so he raised the baby doll and tucked it into the waist of her panties. "Number one is to cool off that hot body of yours." Cooperatively, she clasped her hands at the small of her back. He put his hands on her ass and pushed her groin against the air conditioner. The cold air was a shock to her pussy and she groaned, wriggling her mound against the slats. He struck her ass with the flat of his hand and she muttered "Ohhh," forgetting about the shameful image she presented, grinding her pelvis into the slats.

After a half minute, he spun her around by the hips. Her eyes were lidded, her breathing fast. He tucked the front of the baby doll into her panties as well. With a hand on each pelvic bone, he pressed hard, pushing her ass hard against the slats. "Matthew, that hurts!" she moaned. "Yes, that's number two: punishment."

Her eyes flickered up to his for a moment. "Number two?"

"Yes, to teach you the consequences of bad behavior, which were delayed by your accident, falling off my chair. It seems that only corporal discipline will have a lasting effect on your many bad behaviors."

"So you're going to punish me because I've made mistakes, and let you down," she mumbled, wriggling her inflamed ass against the slats. "This. . . discipline will make me a better mother, right?"

"Yes. But you'll also experience pleasure to mollify the pain." He had confirmation – she wanted it to hurt. He turned her around again, put his hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her down to a kneeling position.

"Ooohhh, that's good," she said, the cool air blasting her breasts, slurring her words more than before. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensuous feeling of the cool air on her chest. He watched her fat nipples grow in the cool breeze.

"See how this feels." Standing behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder blades, gently pushing so her breasts touched the air conditioner slats.

"Mmmm, that's better," she said naively. "So nice and cool." Her voice had changed to a lower pitch.

Obviously, she hadn't a clue about how she was about to suffer. "I want you closer." Obediently, she pressed her breasts into the air conditioner's grill. He held her there firmly for thirty seconds, trying to figure out what else to do. "Ooohh!" she moaned.

A lever controlled the angle of the slats. They were at the widest opening, horizontal. With his left hand, he pushed on her back, forcing the tips of her breasts between two slats. "What will the consequences be for my bad behavior?" she asked.

"This." He moved the lever a little so the slats closed, imprisoning her long nipples.

"Ugghh!" she exclaimed, startled. "Matthew, that hurts!" she cried, pushing her hand against his bare chest to move him away from the lever. For days, he'd been waiting for this. "It's supposed to hurt: it's a punishment."

"Punishment." she said through gritted teeth. "But for what exactly?"

"For wearing the new baby doll without the clamps." He grabbed both her hands and forced them down her front.

"But I had to remove them in order to take it off and put it back on," she explained.

"Then you should have asked me to put them on again."

He grabbed a belt from his robe and tied her hands in position, above her mound. He pushed the lever down even further, forcing the slats to slowly tighten on her nipples until he could not push any more. Her mouth now wide open, she moaned but no longer objected, as a long strand of saliva stretched down and coated a thigh. She licked her lips to adjust to the pain, tied hands twisting. "Are you going to punish me more, or is this all you have?" she taunted.

Newly confident from his improvisation, the next step came to Matt. He slapped one big breast and then the other, savoring the sight of the tit flesh jiggling and shuddering from the harsh impact. She cried out. Keeping one hand on the lever, he bunched up the baby doll with his other hand so that it was taut around her chest and pulled her back from the air conditioner. She grimaced, teeth bared as the big nipples stretched a quarter inch. He heard the flimsy material tearing, then her groan as her breasts were painfully elongated. "Aggghhhh!" she yelled as they both watched the rubbery nipples getting longer by almost a full inch. Finally, he released the lever and her abused nipples were torn out of the slats.

She screamed and fell back, still kneeling, thighs resting on ankles, hanging her head back till it touched the floor, squirming from the pain, tortured nipples on fire, eyes shut. There were marks from the slats on her baby doll, across her breasts. There was also a long, horizontal rip across the baby doll, exposing the huge, inflamed right nipple. Extending from between the rip, it was thicker and larger than the filters on cigarettes. Feeling strongly aroused from the nipple torture, yet supremely degraded by the disgusting scene, she kept her eyes closed, too high to be aware of how exposed she was. The fabric sticking to her left nipple looked particularly depraved.

He held the middle finger of her left hand and moved it beneath the panties to her slit. She resisted him. "Obey your doctor," he said. He dipped the finger into her slit, moving it up and down to coat it thoroughly, making sure to always include her clit. "Uhhhh!" she moaned with pleasure. Her cunt was so inundated that the pumping finger made loud squishing sounds. He untied her hands, raised her left hand and rubbed the dripping finger all around her exposed right nipple as she whimpered with relief. He inserted two fingers on her right hand inside her labia, stroking it a half dozen times, and moved the slick finger around the baby doll above her left nipple. The wet fabric disappeared from view as the crushed nipple was soothed with hot pussy juice.

He guided one of her hands by now pumping three fingers up and down in her slit, while his other hand guided her other hand, stroking and caressing her tits. Within a minute, she climaxed. He was stunned by its ferocity – even more so than at poolside – as she leapt and bucked and shuddered, screaming gibberish as she thrashed on the floor.

The sight of her almost made Matt lose control completely. But he helped her stand, a shaky proposition. Her ass was also banded with striations from the air conditioner slats. "That's all for tonight. You better go to bed now."

"Oh," she said, pouting. "If you say so." She stumbled to the door. Standing in the frame, she half-turned back to him, twisting her torso. He could see both her breasts and ass. The horizontal creases from the slats made it look as if she'd been whipped. For that matter, the perfectly spaced nature of the creases made her look as if she'd been whipped by a machine. He drank in the sight of her. For that matter, he wondered whether she would actually take a whipping?

"Matthew, it's been a couple of days since I asked. Did you make up your mind yet about what I can give you for graduation?"

"No, Mother. I said I would let you know when I've decided. By asking again, you've just earned yourself another punishment."

"If you say so, sweetheart. . . Will it be the same punishment as tonight?"

"No. It will be different—longer and harsher, especially since you still must be disciplined for ruining breakfast the other day. Go to sleep now." She shuffled dreamily out of his room. He looked down at his erect prick, realizing it would be impossible to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, Matt went down the hall to her room. The door had been left open for cross-ventilation. With the hall light, he could readily see Janice asleep, lying on her front, her head of sexily tousled hair turned to face the door. No sheets covered her. The baby doll and panties were lying at the foot of the bed. He picked the silky panties off the bed and, staring at her amber ass, still striped by the slats, beat off into the panties.

When he began quietly moaning, she stirred on the bed, opening her legs. He could see the shaved pussy, the hanging lips, the dusky gray ring of her rosebud. Her eyes fluttered but never opened. He came into the panties with a river of sperm, shooting for longer than he ever remembered having done before.

He was about to throw the sodden panties into her hamper when he changed his mind. It had been a night of thrilling advances: his administering real pain at the air conditioner and her fingering herself till she climaxed shamefully in front of him. He bet she would also respond to being treated like a slut. He decided that her first experience when she awoke in the morning would be another humiliating one, as well as a reminder of tonight.

But it was no longer enough for Matt to masturbate in front of her—or even on her. Tomorrow he'd get his first hand job from her, whether she agreed or not. It would be the precursor to those thick pouting lips wrapping around his knob and blowing him till he spewed all over his mother's hot face and big-nippled tits.

He placed the drenched panties, heavy with his large load, next to her face, a lake of semen on top for her to see and smell in the embarrassing, bright light of morning. It would be a novel kind of wake-up call.

In Chapter Seven, Matt discovers his mother is a talented photographer – of herself. Also, an intimate pool party goes to extremes.





Chapter Eight — Home Photography and a Pool Party

The next morning was the day of Matt's graduation. Janice opened her big eyes, barely awake and not remembering the night before. Then she simultaneously saw and smelled her panties. She pulled them to her and last night's events returned to her memory in a flood of feelings and scenes. She flushed, deeply ashamed of the shocking behavior but already feeling aroused by the memories. She had seen an entirely new side of her commanding son, that of a controlling boy who was willing to punish her for bad behavior. And she had deserved punishment. Her nipples hardened at the memory of the pain he'd inflicted on them. She wondered how the pain would feel again if she were not on a painkiller, as she'd been last night.




Mother's Helper Ch. 05-08



She recalled how she'd had no choice but to finger-fuck herself. How he'd drenched both of her swollen nipples with the cream from her pussy. Unable to control herself, she stuck out her tongue to taste a bit of the semen, amazed at the enormous quantity. She remembered how Matt had forced her to masturbate until she'd climaxed, pumping her long middle finger into her grasping pussy. Of course, she would never have obeyed him if she'd not been overmedicated. She extended her tongue and lapped up a larger amount, sweet and not too salty. Licking her lips, she realized it was already 7:30 am and that Matthew must have overslept.

Janice entered his bedroom and called, "Matt, you're late for work!" He awoke like a shot, concerned about getting into trouble at his summer job. He glanced quickly at his mother. She must not have known that dried spots of his cum anointed her cute nose and high cheekbones. Her lips were encrusted as well. Adrenals pumping, he threw off the covers, forgetting that he was naked. Janice saw his thick, golden cock for the first time in years. The view of his semi-hard penis was perversely exciting. Mother and son remained motionless for several long seconds as his dick twitched. She realized he was controlling her, manipulating her into staring at his penis.

Matt smiled at her, glanced at his alarm clock and jumped out of bed, running past his mother to the bathroom. Janice watched his tight rear as he rushed down the hall, impressed with the sight of his tanned, lean body.

The sight of his cock, swinging semi-hard as he bolted past her, reminded her how she'd opened her eyes a few minutes ago to the degrading sight and pungent aroma of his semen drenching her panties, semen that came from the same cock she'd just seen and lusted after. She wondered if he'd left the panties in that position on her bed accidentally or on purpose. The possibility that he'd done it intentionally aroused her.

She was in the kitchen when he dashed in, grabbed a bagel and quart of orange juice, and ran out the door. "Thanks for waking me, Mom!"

Over breakfast, Janice realized she was no longer confident that things would stop by themselves. Last night had been an outrageous session of S/M. She had to put an end to it, right away.

After breakfast, because he'd overslept, she went upstairs to straighten his room, which she was happy to do because Matthew was usually very good about doing it himself in the morning. As soon as she walked around to the far side of his bed, she gasped. The floor was littered with several dozen photos, photos that she had taken of herself a month ago.

On a Saturday night a couple of weeks ago, lonely and tipsy from a couple of glasses of wine, she'd read the instructions on how to use her camera's self-timer, put on an assortment of new lingerie, and spent an hour shooting herself in her bedroom in a variety of erotic poses. She had enjoyed herself, beginning with standard cheesecake postures and becoming increasingly lewd. She never removed her black bra, panty, garter and stocking set, or heels, but toward the end she'd assumed increasingly filthy poses, such as kneeling with a dildo propped against her pussy, or kneeling with her ass toward the camera, panties taut against her beautiful ass, shoulders on the bed, looking back at the lens suggestively.

For the final sequence, she drank more wine and moved the tripod and camera into her bathroom, stepped into the shower stall, set the timer and poured heavy cream over her face so that it cascaded onto her bra as the shutter snapped, repeating the idea down her back so the cream coursed over her panty-covered ass.

Matthew had found the photos in her dresser drawer. Humiliated, she squatted to pick up the photos with her back against the bed for support, pleased at how hot she looked. Then she realized they were covered with fresh semen. Suddenly her anger was gone, replaced by a rush of feeling in her cunt, spread wide as she squatted. Fascinated, she dipped a pinky into one splash and touched the tip of her tongue to her finger, but there wasn't enough on her finger to get enough of a taste.

She dragged her pointer finger through the thick puddle on another shot and licked off the goo, which was still slightly warm, unlike the big cold load on her panties on her bed. This spunk tasted different than her former husband's, less salty, richer and sweeter. It had been a long time since she'd had any. . . .

Remembering how her nipples had felt, crushed in the slats, and unable to stop herself, she scooped up more of Matt's thick cum from the remaining photos, luxuriating in the taste. She visualized the different things he'd done to her and pictured his thick, semi-hard cock swaying as he stood up from his bed and ran to the bathroom. She drew a dripping finger along her pussy and inserted the tip into her cunt, remembering how he'd forced her fingers into her slit. But now she wanted more lubrication. She scooped up a large clump and shoved her finger in, up to the second joint.

She repeated this with two fingers until there was no more cum on the photos, and then plunged three fingers all the way inside her well-lubricated channel, her thumb abusing her big clit. She had pushed so much cum up her cunt that her two fingers forced much of it out. She scooped up the overflow and rubbed it across her nether hole. It felt so good she gathered more cum and inserted her middle finger in her rosebud beyond the second knuckle. Recalling all the ways that he'd hurt her breasts and nipples, tied her, fingered her, humiliated her, and used her juices as an ointment for her burning nipples, she pumped away with both fingers until she came, screaming joyously to the empty house.

After calming down to normal, she noticed the lake of cum which had gushed out of her pussy. She couldn't leave it, she had to clean it up, so she scooped it into her mouth, savoring the hot cream. She decided to leave the photos exactly as they were, so Matthew would not be embarrassed. She was actually proud that her amateur photos had turned out so well that they'd been a turn-on to a guy. And there was no guy she loved, admired – or was more obedient to – than her sexy son. Dreamily, she dressed for the gym and spent the entire time working out wondering what new obedience Matthew would impose on her.

Matt returned at lunchtime. Since it was Graduation Day, he only had to work during the morning. At lunch, Janice announced a pool party for that afternoon, just the two of them. Being outside would make it a normal, relaxing time together. She'd gone clothes shopping and purchased swimsuits for them both. She handed Matt his gift. He unwrapped his present, expecting to find a pair of oversized, boxy trunks. Instead, they were black, Euro-style bikini briefs for men. "Mother, none of the guys wear these. I'd be embarrassed to wear them in public."

"That's okay, you don't have to wear them in public. They're just for wearing at home with me. Besides, the sales clerk said it's what all the guys wear on the nude beaches in France."

"In France, huh? Well, okay. But you better be wearing something good as well," he said a little threateningly. They agreed to meet at poolside at 2:00 pm wearing their new items. Matt spent the next hour thinking about how it would go and what he might get away with. He understood she was a flagrant exhibitionist. He wondered if she craved constant humiliation. He knew she had got off on his torturing her nipples last night. He was determined that she jerk him off and bet she was fabulous at it.

And he wanted to fill her cunt with something larger than her own finger. Suddenly he had an inspiration and found her bottle of thick, white sun block. It was a 6-inch plastic cylinder with a large, bullet-shaped head. Nothing could look more phallic—except for an actual dildo. He took the bottle out to the table, along with two small, round bowls that he filled with sun block, leaving them to bake in the fierce sun.

At 2:00 pm, he went outside, feeling uncomfortable in the tight suit. Janice was already sunning herself in a chaise lounge by the table, wearing the briefest black bikini he'd ever seen and sweating. Thin black laces connected three minuscule triangles, lying tautly on her glistening flesh. A pitcher of ice tea and glasses stood on the table. He set down several pairs of black leather shoelaces, watching her bulging breasts strain against the thin, tight, abbreviated top.

"Mother, you look great in that outfit!" The black bikini made her cropped black hair look even more lustrous.

"Thanks, sweetheart." She sat up in the chair, hanging her legs over the sides, excited by how handsome his muscular, bare chest looked and how tight were the tiny briefs. In order not to stare at the bulge beneath his briefs, she drank deeply from one of the glasses. He noted how the tiny triangle of material dug into her slit and felt himself grow harder. "You don't think it's too small?" she asked, gazing up at him, secure about being outside where the neighbors could easily peek over or peer through the fence and see them.

"No, you look incredibly hot!"

"You look great as well, dear." She poured him a large glass and proposed a toast. "To being together during your last summer before college." They drank, although she swallowed much more than he did.

"Whew, that's strong! What's in it?"

"Just ice tea with rum. Don't you like it?"

"Yes, it's delicious." He picked up the bottle of sun block and held it between his legs like a cock. "We don't want you to burn, do we?" He squirted a stream of thick white lotion onto her abdomen and aimed the bottle lower till the white splatter ended right at her bikini bottom. Both realized the degrading implication. "Rub it in," he said. She took a quick drink and obeyed him, smearing the thick cream into her taut belly until it glistened.

He shot a quick stream onto her upper thighs, again ending just short of the bikini. She worked it in, wondering where he was going next. "Are you going to do the top of my chest next?" she asked softly.

"Not exactly. You see, there's a problem. I'm dressed the way the guys are on the French Riviera, but you're not."

"What do you mean?" she asked, flustered.

"You know what I mean. All the women are topless in France."

"Oh. But I can't do that. Especially not in broad daylight."

"Hey, fair's fair. I don't like wearing these briefs, you know. They're really uncomfortable. Besides, we're in the privacy of our own home. It's just you and me. We've got a 6-foot fence, and none of the neighbors are home. And we can't have you tan unevenly." He noticed how she seemed to act differently now, more restless. Nervous, she gulped more of her drink. He moved closer, her breathing more rapid and shallow.

"I'm waiting, Mother. Or maybe you'd prefer that I show your porn photos to our local priest." He drank more. It was obvious that she was torn between cooperating and resisting. To increase the pressure, he straddled the chaise lounge, the pouch of his briefs level with her face and only inches away. "Do it." A fleeting thought crossed her mind. If she agreed to go topless, would he force her to suck his cock, inches from her face?

"All right, just this once, since you're insisting," she said, with a tone that feigned irritation and indulgence. Slowly, she reached behind her neck and tilted her head up at him, her enormous hazel eyes opened wide.

"Yes Mother, show me your tits. I know you're proud of them." She untied the knot and ever so slowly lowered the small triangles. He gasped. Her tawny breasts were magnificent, especially the black aureoles and nipples. Finally he got to see in daylight the thick stalks of her nipples, which were shamelessly aroused. She couldn't believe that her son had ordered her to strip, that she was sitting in front of her son with her breasts wantonly exposed – and feeling excited as never before.

"They're beautiful." She started to undo the remaining clasp in the center of her cleavage but he stopped her, thinking that she looked more lewd with the black strings and triangles hanging off her chest.

"There's something else I want you to do. We don't want your tits to get sunburned, do we? They should be protected." She shook her head, amazed that she'd obeyed him, ashamed at her flagrant nudity. He was controlling her, yet she felt like her true, inner nature had finally been freed. She was strangely exhilarated, as if this was something she'd wanted deeply for a long time.

"Turn to the side." She swiveled so that she was facing the table, feet on the ground. He moved the two bowls full of sun block to the table edge, positioned and spaced carefully in front of her. "Drink up. You'll need it for your punishment." Fearful, she began perspiring more heavily as the tension grew, her panties well beyond damp. They both drank. As soon as she replaced her now-empty glass on the table, she swooned from the heat, the rum, and the situation.

"What punishment?" she murmured, appearing unconcerned. "I haven't done anything bad."

Matt grabbed the back of her head to steady her and slowly pushed her head forward. "Oh? I was emptying the kitchen trash when I noticed a burnt smell. So I looked in the trash and found my favorite shirt—ruined."

"I'm sorry. . . I was daydreaming. . . and the next thing I knew it was too late."

"Then, to make it worse, you didn't even tell me," he said. "That's two infractions."

"I'm sorry. . . I was too embarrassed."

"And?"

"And afraid." Matt waited for more of an explanation. "Afraid that you'd punish me."

"You were right to be afraid. What are we going to do about your discipline?"

"I guessed that since you punished my nipples last night, you might hurt my breasts today?" she eked out in a small, contrite voice.

"Punish your tits how?"

She gasped in fear, realizing his plan and started to rise from the chaise in order to escape. He grabbed her hands forcefully, yanked them behind her, and held her wrists with one hand. His other hand returned to the back of her head and continued tilting her forward. She yelled.

He pushed each hanging breast into its own bowl of sun block. She screamed from the pain of the hot lotion and the hot bowls and writhed as the sensitive breast flesh was immersed in lotion that had been baking in the blazing sun for hours. Only when her struggles quieted did he pull her hair back, release her hands and return her torso to a vertical posture. "Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

"Th—thank you?" she said, bewildered with the pain. She sat there, hands still behind her, thick white lotion like cum covering her heaving breasts, the black nipples, now gigantic, poking obscenely through the steaming white lotion. She grimaced as the pain slowly abated.

"For disciplining you, for applying a 'correction,' I think it's called." He refilled her glass and held it to her lips, tantalizingly out of reach.

She capitulated, desperate for a drink. "Thank you for applying the correction to me." He titled the glass against her lips and she drank greedily. He was mesmerized by the sight of the sun block dripping off her breasts onto her bronzed belly and thighs. A dark stain had spread from the center of her bikini bottom. The painful breast discipline had turned her on. "Do you know what you look like, your tits covered in cream?" By the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Tell me."

It was a struggle for her to form the words. "Like icing on a wedding cake? " He shook his head. "Like you jerked off on my breasts?" she guessed.

"Sort of. Actually, you look like you jacked off a whole bunch of guys until they all came —not ejaculated — on your tits, not breasts. Do you understand the difference?" Reluctantly, she nodded with this fresh dose of humiliation. He lifted her legs and swung them back onto the chaise arms.

"But you don't want the neighbors to come over from your yelling?" She shook her head. "Then finish taking off your top. We need it." He took the fabric from her, bundled it into a ball, and held it at her closed mouth. She sat as if in a trance. "Mother, do you want them running into our backyard and seeing you, exposed in front of your son with your big tits hanging out, dripping with what they'll think are several loads of fresh semen?"

She shook her head and slowly opened her wide mouth. He pushed the material between her meaty lips into her mouth as a makeshift gag. "Now, isn't that safer?" She nodded her head, transfixed about where this was going. Something that had begun a few days ago as a little innocent, harmless teasing and fun was becoming way serious. She saw no end to the degrading possibilities. "And as long as you won't be yelling any more, there's no need for you to see any more. Let's protect your eyes from the sun." He picked up a pair of small, black goggles from a tanning salon and fitted them over her head and eyes. "Well, don't just sit there, Mother. Rub the lotion into your tits . . . If you don't, I will."

She massaged the thick cream into her breasts, her breath deepening. There was so much of it that she also worked it into her upper chest. "Don't forget those thick nipples of yours." She rubbed the hot white cream into the black points, pulling them with her fingers and sticking the edge of her nails into them, her pussy spasming.

"Now cup your hand under your right breast. Good. Lift it up." It was as if she was making an offering of her breast to him. He slapped it, hard. Matt wondered if this was discipline or sadism? Startled, she dropped her smarting breast and moaned, more in surprise than pain, her cunt convulsing. He waited. After a few seconds, she inserted her other hand under the left breast, raising both breasts up and out simultaneously. Now that must be an example of masochism, Matt thought. He slapped them both: top and sides. Gobs of sun block flew off as he struck her globes. She licked her lips with renewed pain.

Again straddling the chaise lounge, he turned around so that his ass was facing her. "Lower my briefs. Pull down the rear first." Unseeing, she pulled down his tight briefs. When his ass was exposed, inches from her face, she moved her arms around both sides of his waist to his front and pulled the briefs off his cock. It wasn't easy, since the briefs were so tight. His hard cock sprang free. She wished she could see it. "Use the sun block on me with one hand while you finger your clit with the other. You know, the same clit that's as big as your nipples."

Sightless, she found the bottle, poured lotion into her hands and began by coating, stroking and kneading his balls while she slid her other hand into her panties. She'd never felt her clit to be so engorged. Matt moaned; Janice groaned. Finally, she was touching his cock. Her touch was expert. This was okay; after all, it wasn't sex; she was just relieving her son; he had no girlfriend.

After a couple of minutes, caressing and stroking and gently squeezing his sacs, she filled her palm with another load of lotion, inserted a finger into her cunt, and clasped her hand around his shaft, lovingly milking it. He couldn't believe how good she was. After a half dozen strokes, he suddenly turned around and immediately released a torrent of cum on her face. His load was so massive it not only coated every inch of her face, it also shot thick ribbons of white across her short black hair, goggles, ripe red lips and into her mouth.

"Ugghhh!" she moaned as the spunk blasted onto her skin and into her mouth. She felt anointed by this shower of hot cum. If only she could see his cock erupting in her face, she thought. But it was a good thing that she was wearing goggles, since they kept his hot juice out of her eyes. She extended her tongue, trying to catch the drops as they fell off her eyebrows and cheeks, swabbing his sweet jism from her lips. Then she came, yelling into her gag and shaking, her body twisting and coated breasts shaking.




Mother's Helper Ch. 05



"Kitty, stop it!" he shouted.

"Stop what, Dad?" she reached out and grabbed his sack, squeezing it lightly. "At least you'll be awake and know what's happening to you." Still holding his nuts, she pushed him backwards suddenly. Caught unawares, he fell on his back. Kitty was on him in a flash, her bare pussy pressing on his rapidly growing prick. She rubbed her wetness up and down his fully erect staff, lubricating it. When she stopped, it was poised at the opening of her vagina. "Ready, Dad? It's about to happen again, and I'll get to know how the cock that stole my cherry feels inside me, and you'll get to feel what a teenage pussy is like once more."

"Kitty, don't," he sobbed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen. I just couldn't stop myself when I saw you there, playing with yourself."

"What..."

"I didn't drug you; I didn't need to. You apparently inherited your mother's reaction to alcohol. Three or four drinks and you are totally unaware of what's going on around you, but you can function physically. After the glass of wine at home, you didn't even know I was there. I led you to your bedroom and left you. Before I went to bed, I stopped to check in on you. You were laying there, masturbating, urging yourself to come, using language I didn't know you knew.

"Your mother and I, we'd hit a dry spell. Sometimes it would be months between our lovemaking. That night, your birthday, it had been eight or nine weeks since we'd been together. 

"I don't know if you know it, but you look just like her when she was your age. It was like she was there waiting for me. When I broke through your hymen, I came to my senses and pulled out. I've regretted every second of that night since then."

Kitty fell down on the blanket beside him. "Why didn't you talk to me? Explain? I know it would have been hard, but think what I've been going through, Dad; thinking you raped me, and then ignoring me, like I didn't matter to you any more, like I was a whore or something." She started to sob

"Oh, Kitty, baby. Of course you matter." He pulled her nude body to him, to let her rest her head on his chest. "I couldn't get up the courage to talk to you, didn't know how. It's not like I could just say, hey daughter, I fucked you the other day, and I'm sorry. 

"Sometimes, I could tell you were angry at me, and sometimes, it seemed like you had moved on and I didn't want to open old wounds. I suppose I should thank you for this afternoon. I've missed being able to hold you like this." He craned his head to look at her. "Did something happen to provoke this afternoon?"

Kitty almost started to tell him about Rita and Paul, then remembered what Rita said might happen. "Just a guy, and talking to his mother," she sniffled,

"Just a guy? Sounds like someone important."

"I wish, but he's engaged to someone else."

"Engaged, not married? In that case, there's always hope. When I met your mom, she was engaged to someone else, and her wedding was less than a month away. But I'll let her tell that story..." He paused, and smiled, remembering. Then continued, " Are you hungry, baby? I am." The father and daughter duo ate the cold lunch, laughing about it, and swam a bit. 

"And then we got dressed and went home. He 'n' Mom 'n' I had dinner and played scrabble and it was like old times. So, this morning I had to come and thank you."

"You're welcome, Kitty, but you did it all by yourself. You would have done it, sooner or later. I'm glad you did it sooner, so you can know the benefits of it." She gave the young woman a hug.

"Have you had breakfast? Smells like Paul is making sausage and pancakes."

Saturday noon found Paul entering the Student Union. The afternoon sessions with Kitty and Di had eaten into the time he should have been spending on his TA duties. He had several lab reports to read and grade, and a lab to set up for the upcoming week. He decided to get some coffee to help him through the lab reports. As he entered the coffee shop he saw Patti across the room, and was about to call to her when he noticed she was with Sammy, the TA who had challenged her views on the movie they had seen on their first date.

Their heads were together, forehead to forehead, too intimate a pose for just acquaintances as they were supposed to be. Paul stopped and looked at them. Then he noticed Sam's hand was under the table. When he looked for the errant hand, Paul saw it was resting on Patti's thigh, a bit more than halfway to her crotch, moving in small circles. He let out a resigned moaning sigh. He had told Patti he wouldn't stop her if she wanted to explore with some other guys, but had asked her to tell him first. That she hadn't could be the sign of a problem. He approached the couple.

"Hey, you guys! What's up? Sam, didn't your dad ever teach you if you're gonna feel a girl up in public, find a booth in the corner, not a table in the middle of the floor?" He sat down across from Patti. "Sam, I need to talk to Patti alone. I'm sure you understand."

When Sam started to object, Paul cut him off. "That's my ring on her hand. I need an explanation, from her. I'll talk to you later, also alone."

Patti looked at Sam and nodded. He started to say something, but looked at Paul and changed his mind. When he had gone, Paul looked at Patti, waiting. "I'm sorry, Paul. I was going to tell you tonight. I want to call off our engagement, but I don't want us to break up. Do you understand?"

"No," he said flatly.

"Can we go someplace else to talk. This feels, I feel awfully exposed here."

"My office should be empty. Will that do?" She nodded. Paul got his coffee and they walked the short distance to the Psychology Building. On the way, Patti slipped her hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. He didn't return it.

The TA office was open, but vacant. Paul locked the door behind them. He pulled a chair up to his desk for Patti and sat down. "Just what do you want, Patti?"

"It's hard to explain. I want to be able to continue to have sex with you, but I can't marry you. You just take too much out of me unless I'm sharing you, and I don't see how that would work in married life, needing someone else in our bed every night."

"What's this have to do with Sammy?"

"I don't know. At first, we kept running into each other on campus. When it became so frequent, I teasingly asked him if it was on purpose." She smiled. "He was so cute trying to deny it. Whenever you and I didn't meet for lunch, he was there. Then he finally got up the nerve to ask me out last night. I won't deny it, we had sex. It was different. I felt something I don't feel when I'm with you.

"Tell me, Paul, when you and I are in a threesome, what do you feel? Anything like love or tenderness for either of us women? How about when it's just the two of us? Is it any different? Is it ever anything more than just lust or sex?" She looked at him, and knew from the expression on his face he understood what she was saying. "Last night, with Sam, I felt like I was loved, cherished. I can't say I returned the feeling, but I think I could, someday, if I let myself."

"Does he know how you feel, I mean that you want to continue in lust with me?" he asked, a snide tone in his voice.

"Don't do that, Paul, please. Don't be mean; it's not like you. 

"He'll know we're not engaged, but that we're still seeing each other. And that I'll be seeing some other guys, too. He'll have to draw his own conclusions about who I'm having sex with."

"Other guys? Who? How many?" he asked, a sharp tone in his voice. "And how many at a time? We might not want to ..."

"What do you mean, how many at a time? I'm not going to let myself get gang banged!"

"I meant, how many guys at a time would you be dating, that you'd be having sex with, individually? I'm asking only for the health of the group. We're fine as long as the women remain monogamous, and I limit my activities to the individuals in the group. That's why I asked you to talk to me before you went outside, to others.

"There are some guys on campus whose goal it is to fuck a different woman every night for the four years they're here. And then there are guys like Sam, who will set his sight on one woman, and do everything he can to win her, up to tolerating her trying on others for a while in the beginning. I doubt if he's been with more than a half dozen women since he got here as a freshman. And he's loved them all.

"If you are going to be trying on any of the sport fuckers, then I owe it to the other women to say no to you, much as I regret it. 

"I love you, Patti; I'll always love you, but I understand what you meant. And you're right, those kind of feelings, of being loved and cherished, just aren't there with us, not the way you mean.

"Until you decide on what you want, I think we should limit our sex to one on one, maybe every week or so? Will that be okay with you?" Patti nodded, tears in her eyes. "I'm gonna miss you."

Patti stood up. Paul stood to meet her. As they hugged, Patti kissed his cheek. "Thank you for understanding. I'll miss you, too." She slid her mouth around to catch his, welcoming his tongue. His hands dropped to grab her ass and pulled her to him, his erection making its presence known against her abdomen. "Ooo, damn you," she moaned. "Yes! Fuck me! Now! Hurry!" she said reaching for his belt.

In his heart, Paul knew she was right, their relationship was based more on the lustful feelings their lovemaking engendered than the affection they held for one another. He also knew that it would always be like this, that mind blowing sex was always just a kiss away, regardless of who they married.

Rita went over the conversation she just had with Paul while she drove to her father's house just outside of town. She was saddened by the news about Patti, but she understood. She knew the feelings Patti mentioned. She had experienced them for Paul, and from Paul. If he were not her son, she had told herself frequently, she would marry him in a New York minute. Reflecting on that, she laughed. The two of them were as committed to each other as any couple she knew. He would do anything for her, and vice versa. 

She would never think of refusing him her body, no matter how tired she was. And he, although he may not climax, always made sure she was satisfied.

With her only other partner, Tim Williams, she had thought she had experienced something, but it could have been wooziness from the wine coolers or what ever the drink had been. Tim's behavior afterward made it plain that he hadn't really cared for or about her. As soon as he learned she was carrying his baby, he avoided her and refused to take her phone calls. His parents, however, had been supportive and solicitous, both in school and out. Dr Williams had been the one who had arranged for the home tutoring which had allowed her to graduate only a few months behind her class.

She pulled into the gravel drive leading to her parents' home. Her mother had died shortly after the beginning of the year, suddenly from her point of view, but apparently after a year long battle with liver cancer. Since then, her father had been more approachable, less judgmental in his dealings with people. A little apprehensive, she was looking forward to beginning to getting to know her father again.

The door chimes were still bonging when her father opened the door and greeted her, "Good evening, Margarithe."

Rita laughed and shook her head. "Just Rita, Father, just Rita."

"Then just Dad, or Guy, or had you forgotten my given name?" he teased her.

"No, Dad, I didn't. How could I after you pushed me to make it Paul's middle name."

"How is the boy? Looking forward to married life soon?"

"No, not right now. The girl decided she wanted a little more time before making a commitment."

"That's too bad. Have I ever met her, that you know of?"

"I don't think so. She's Sally Williams' daughter. I think she sees Kate Pedersen for routine medical care, but will probably be changing soon."

"Yes, Kate's not really good with young adult women, especially if they're socially active. How about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Settling into the routine of a middle aged single mom. How are you now that Mom's gone? Eating properly, getting enough sleep and exercise?"

"Oh, yes. It's not like she's really gone. Every room in this house is still full of her. I swear, I can even smell her perfume in my workshop in the basement. I can't remember a day she wasn't by my side, hanging on to my arm or pant leg. Sit, sit. Would you like a glass of wine, or something?"

"Sherry or port, whichever you have." She sat in the big easy chair which had dominated the living room since she was in grade school. "How did you two meet? It sounds like you were children together."

"We were. I guess you're old enough to know the truth, and Mel isn't here to be embarrassed by it. We were half siblings. My mother died in childbirth. When I was still a toddler, my father remarried and shortly after, Mellie was born. 

"We discovered sex together one summer when I was home from college. When she went to college, she chose to go to the same school. It was easy to convince our parents we should live together to keep costs down. We found a place and started living as man and wife. 

"When our parents discovered what was happening, you were already on your way. They disowned us, or tried to. Your grandmother was at Mel's side when you were born, and refused to listen to her husband about not having anything to do with us. It took his heart attack to make him see the error of his ways." He stopped and looked at his daughter. "I know a little bit how he felt at that time."

He stood up and stretched his hand to Rita. "Would you come with me. There are some papers I think you need to have; some information you need." He led her to his office. "When I was in solo practice, this is where I saw patients. They would come in the side door and wait in the little room. Greta was my nurse-receptionist then. Do you remember her? I'm not sure she totally approved of some of my methods, but she was a loyal person, and understood everything I did was for the well being of the patient."

"I can't imagine you doing anything questionable, Dad. What did you do, prescribe sugar pills for hysterical women?"

"Sit. In those days, we weren't as specialized as we are today. As a general practitioner, I was asked to treat all sorts of problems which would go to a specialist, now, especially if the patient was someone I had been treating for a few years. As it happened, there were, over the years, a number of couples who had difficulty conceiving a child. We didn't have all the sophisticated methods then we have now. 

"When the usual techniques failed, if the husband was the source of difficulty, and the couple wasn't yet ready to think about adoption, they would ask about a sperm donor. At that time, the closest sperm bank was in Chicago. Getting viable sperm from them was an expensive, chancy proposition, at best. So I improvised, and provided the sperm myself. More than a few times, I am ashamed to admit, I convinced the woman that the old fashioned, natural way of sperm delivery was the most desirable method to use."

Rita laughed. "OMG, Dad, you mean to tell me you were fucking your patients? You could have been arrested, and sent to prison if any of them had complained. How many... who?"

Guy picked up a folder from his desk. "They're all in here. Some have moved away. Some may surprise you; some will shock you."

Rita opened the file. The top record caught her eye. She looked at her father. "Is this true?" He nodded. "You and Mom must have laughed yourselves silly, given your history."

"Fought is the more apt description of what we did. Do you remember what it was like here in the house when you told us you were pregnant? The quarreling which went on?"

"Mom told me you wanted me gone from the house because I had embarrassed you and the church, but she convinced you to let me stay until the baby was born," Rita replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

"That wasn't quite the conversation we had. She wanted me to tell you that I was your baby's only grandfather; that I was also the biological father of Tim Williams. I kept explaining that to tell you that was a beach of medical ethics. Considering how he was conceived, she didn't see that as a huge problem, until I pointed out the possible penalty if someone found out.

"When she brought up the possibility of an abortion, the arguments escalated. By the time we were speaking again, you had decided to have and keep the baby. All we could do was support you. You have done a wonderful job with Paul, by the way. I am proud of both of you."

"Thank you, Dad; that means a lot." She took a sip of her port. "You know who the girl Paul was engaged to is, don't you?"

"The daughter of the technician in our office, right?'

"Mmhmm. And do you know who she is, or was?"

"What are you driving at?"

"Sally was married to Tim." She smiled. "Patti is your grand daughter."

The look of shock and surprise on his face caused Rita to laugh out loud, to be joined by her father. His laughter turned into a choking cough and he fell forward, pounding on the desk. "Oh, God! You're not kidding, are you?" He coughed some more, clearing his throat. "That is almost too much to bear. It's good, then, they are breaking up. That is starting to border on too much in-breeding."

"Oh, they're not breaking up. They plan to continue to have sex with each other, as often as possible. She wants the ability to have sex with other men without telling Paul first. I'll advise him to use condoms with her, although she is on the pill, but then so was Sally. All it takes is one slip."

"You can't tell him why."

"Not the whole reason, no; but I can tell him he is the girls' half brother. Although I doubt that will deter him; in many ways, he's like you."

"Why do I get the feeling there's more behind that than the surface compliment." he smiled, then grew somber. "Besides passing those records to you for safekeeping, there is some news I have to share with you. I have been seeing an oncologist in the City, being treated for prostrate cancer.

"We thought it was the slow kind. For several months it showed almost zero growth; then last month, the tumor doubled in size, and this month, did again. They tell me I have between six and twelve months. I think they are being generous."

"Ohmigod, Dad! I am so sorry." She ran around the desk separating them and pulled him to her chest. Tears started down her cheeks. "This is so unfair," she said.

"Yes, it is, but there isn't anything to be done about it." He pulled away from her and pulled out a handkerchief to blow his nose and wipe his eyes. "I'd like it if you and Paul would move in here with me. I would rather be with my family for the time I have left."

Rita sucked in her breath. She wanted to, but realized that it would complicate an already complicated situation. "I'll have to ask Paul, Dad. It would mean some life style changes he may not be willing to make."

"Posh! I don't care if he wants to bring his girl to spend the night."

"Girls, Dad, and that's not the only thing. Paul and I have gotten used to being nude at home. It is more comfortable, and he says he studies better."

Girl—s, more than one? And you are both nude, in each other's presence. I guess I could get used to that, as long as you didn't expect me..."

"We would. It wouldn't be fair for you to see all of me, and hide all of you, would it?" she pointed out with smile. "And yes, more than one. Five to be exact, as of this week. One of whom is about four months pregnant."

"And he's not going to marry her, I take it. Why not, if I may ask?"

"Well, to be truthful, Dad, when she got pregnant, Paul was engaged to her daughter."




Mother's Helper Ch. 05



"You mean..." Guy roared with laughter. "Oh for fuck's sake. The only thing that would beat that would be you telling me you're fucking him, too.

"Uh, Dad..."

*****EPILOGUE*****

Rita and Paul moved in with Guy, and continued their life style, including Guy in as many of the activities as they could. With the cancer, he was impotent, but, demonstrating on Rita, showed Paul a number of ways to bring a woman to a screaming orgasm in the relatively short time he had left.

Sally had a little boy, and named him after his great grandfather, the only one in the family. After Guy passed on, she moved in with Rita.

Patti found someone whom she cherished, and who felt the same way about her. The wedding was almost spoiled when Paul visited her in the bride's dressing room at the church. As soon as he walked into the room, she felt herself open for him. Di and Kitty spent fifteen minutes licking the cream from her pussy and panties. Their kisses to Patti left her with a strange taste which puzzled Jerry, the groom.

Di went on to a career in fashion modeling, working at a well known department store in Chicago. On her twenty-first birthday, Paul gave her a not very unique present–nine months of pregnancy. A girl. 

Paul married Kitty. They had twin girls, whom they raised with Di's daughter. They moved in with Kitty's parents, and Paul got to know his mother very well. In between modeling gigs, Di would visit them. Sometimes, Patti came to visit also. One big happy fucking family. You know what happened when the twins and Di's daughters turned eighteen.

Patti and Jerry divorced when she caught him trying to feel up her sister. Go figure.



Mother's Helper Ch. 09-18



Chapter Nine — Graduation Night

Her son's high school graduation was fabulous, although Janice barely heard a word. She was lost in a reverie about that afternoon's pool party with him. Matt had had no compunctions about goading her into removing her bikini top. He'd shown no leniency when he drove her sweating tits into the hot sun block. He'd savored the sight of her rubbing greasy lotion all over her tits like a wanton slut. If he'd informed her beforehand, she would have never acquiesced to him binding her nude breasts or stuffing her pussy slit.

Finally, she'd gotten her hands on Matthew's thick prick and given him the release that any healthy teenager deserved. How could she know he would shoot his huge load all over his mother's face? As for the metal tube dildo he left, it was only fair that, since he'd cum, she should be able to satisfy herself as well.

It wasn't her fault that Matt had broken up with his girlfriend a month ago and, as gorgeous as he was, had not started up with anybody new. Perhaps that was because he was leaving soon for college?

After the ceremony, the students partied at the gym while Janice went to the country club, where a large group of friends and teachers celebrated. After 1:00 am, Matt received a call on his cell phone from Janice's cell, so drunk that he had difficulty understanding her. She asked him to pick her up right away at the club; she was too drunk to drive. "I was on my way home anyway, so I'll be right over," he said.

When he drove into the parking lot, he saw her outside the clubhouse in the shadows, wiping off her face with a wad of tissues. He thought she looked hot in her short skirt and low-cut blouse, leaning against the wall beneath a 3/4 moon. Then he realized with alarm that her hair was disheveled and infested with clumps of creamy goo, her lipstick smeared, her blouse had been pulled halfway out of her skirt, most of the buttons undone, and the knees of her stockings were ripped.

Oddly, she was hastily applying perfume as he walked to her. The bottle, from a famous designer, was several inches long with a bullet-shaped head. There was no pretense in the design; it was obviously phallic.

She was drunk enough that he half-carried her to his truck and had to help her in. She was too loaded to talk much. As soon as he turned the wheel and drove off, she fell to the side across the bench seat, twisting around so she faced the rear, her head not on his thigh but actually resting on the seat between his thighs, facing his groin. When he accelerated away from the first red light, her face actually pressed against his summer pants, giving him an instant erection. At the next red light, noting that there was not a single car in sight, he raised her skirt so that he could see the lovely skin above her ripped stockings. His cock grew harder. She did not respond. The third light was a lengthy wait. He placed his fingertips on her naked thigh and stroked the smooth flesh. His cock stayed hard all the way home, wondering if he should make her blow him.

At their house, he helped her stumble inside and took her to the den, where she'd be more comfortable than in the kitchen. She collapsed back on the sofa, her legs spread wide. He returned with some coffee. "Mother!" he said loudly. "I've got coffee and aspirin. Drink this." She shook her head, eyes closed. Carefully, he slapped her cheek very lightly. It was the first time he'd done so. Instantly her eyes opened half way. From lidded eyes, she looked at him with an expression he'd never seen before, as if daring to hit her again.

She took the aspirin and drank some coffee. He took the mug from her. "What happened tonight?"

"None of your goddamn business!" she snapped, filled with shame about the lurid scene they'd had at poolside yesterday, when he'd manipulated her into revealing her bare tits and then immersing them in the bowls of scalding sun block. She knew she was provoking him but couldn't stop herself.

Without thinking, he slapped her other cheek. Was she deliberately prodding him with her insolent tone? Once again she looked up at him with that strange expression. "Do not speak to me that way! Do you understand?" She nodded contritely. "I want to know what happened." She sat motionless. "I need to know if you got in trouble, or if you embarrassed yourself."

"Leave me alone!" she shouted angrily, remembering how she'd acquiesced when he'd instructed her to jerk off his big cock, aware that her intransigence would not go unheeded.

Matt saw that he could not accept this rude, obnoxious behavior. "You're going to tell me and you're going to speak to me respectfully." He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Placing his hands under her arms, he dragged her to the rear of the sofa and pushed her face down over the back. "Don't move." She remembered how he'd humiliated her by brazenly shooting his big load all over her face.

Matt knew it was time to discipline her with her first beating. He went to the kitchen and found a large, fifteen-inch metal spatula with a wooden handle, used for the barbecue, lying on the counter. Back in the den, she'd rested her head and shoulders so far down on the sofa that her short skirt had ridden up her thighs, leaving the skin between stockings and panties exposed. He kicked her legs apart and pushed up her skirt until her panties were fully exposed. "Who was the guy?" Taking careful aim, he swung the spatula against her bottom. Instead of yelling or kicking as he'd expected, she moaned. He wasn't sure, but it sounded like "Mmmm." She said, "He was a lot younger than me." She started stroking and squeezing her breasts, reliving the sight of her dripping, constricted breasts after Matt had tied them with shoelaces.

"What does he look like?" She began fingering her slit, daydreaming about her swollen labia, exposed outside her bikini and glistening in the hot sun. When she remained silent due to her reverie, he struck her ass even harder, amazed that she did not kick, struggle, or move to protect herself with her hands.

"Handsome. Young. Curly hair. Tanned."

"What did he do to you?" He paused for her answer, but all she could think of was the pleasure of stuffing the dripping 7-inch cigar tube into herself. When she did not reply, he struck the bare flesh above the stockings.

She grunted from the blow. "We went outside."

Frustrated with the meager information she was parceling out to him, he grabbed her tiny panties and pulled them down so they hung halfway between her stocking tops and her ass. In the dim light of the den, he stared for a moment at her firm globes, reddened by the beating, and the dusky rose opening, beckoning from between them. He struck the bare skin of her cheeks, the metal spatula head making a crack, a sound much louder than it had made on the panties.

"Ooohhh!" She paused. "He was very rough for such a young guy. He ripped my blouse out of my skirt." He hit her inner thigh. Red spots had begun to appear on her ass and thighs.

"He touched my breasts." He drew his hand up and back in order to hit her harder. As he did so, she actually slid her pelvis back, widened her stance and pushed up with her legs, all of which changed her position and angle, revealing her rear opening and dangling labia, as if she wanted to make it easy for him to continue the beating. 

"He told me to get on my knees." He struck her ass lower down, edging toward her cunt.

"He had me suck his cock." Now that she'd changed position, he had a clear view of her wet pussy and asshole. He landed a blow on the other inner thigh.

"He came in my mouth." As if he was in a trance, Matt moved from beside her so that he was standing directly behind her. He rotated the spatula 90 degrees so that it was vertical. He slapped the implement directly against her cunt. "Argghhh!" she yelled when the instrument struck her slit. Her hips ground in a circle against the sofa top, leaving a large wet patch on the black leather.

"I can't believe my own mother is such a slut that she goes down on a complete stranger. I bet you loved it, didn't you? I bet he squeezed your tits and pulled your nipples." As she was squeezing and pulling her clit, he swung harder against the glistening cunt lips, watching two trails of juice descending her inner thighs.

"No, no I didn't!" she protested. He increased the tempo of his blows.

"I don't believe you!" He struck her harder and faster.

"It's true!" she screamed. "I didn't love it." She was almost there.

"Why not?" he yelled. Her hips were grinding furiously.

"Because . . ." He realized the spatula was drenched with her pussy juices.

"What?" he screamed. With his free hand he held her ass cheeks apart, fully exposing the fat lips of her labia.

"He . . ." He struck her labia mercilessly every couple of seconds.

". . . wasn't . . . " He slowed down and struck with all his strength.

". . . you!" she screamed, her body shuddering in what he knew was an incredibly intense orgasm. He stopped beating her as she bucked hard against the sofa, her torso writhing. Eventually she was still, legs hanging slack. He leaned over to verify that she'd passed out.

He desperately wanted his first fuck with her but she wasn't even conscious. So he opened his zipper, pulled out his cock and rubbed it against her saturated cunt lips for lubrication. His prick was drenched with her juices after a couple of strokes. He moved it to her cheeks and rubbed it in the crack of her hot ass. After several strokes, he yanked his dick, pulled back and erupted in a geyser of semen, spraying shot after shot into her ass crack. It flowed down over her cunt lips and streamed off her body onto the black panties beneath, as if they were a safety net preventing his cum from staining the carpet. He sank down to the floor to recover, gazing up at her cum-soaked ass and pussy. He vowed to fuck her next time.

After a few minutes, he used his penknife to cut off the sagging panties, laden with cum, and laid them aside. Afraid she might choke while sleeping with her head hanging, he pushed her legs and pelvis over the sofa top so that she was lying horizontally on the seat cushions. Grabbing her armpits, he pulled so that her head and shoulders were propped up on the arm of the sofa.

He was leaving the den when he remembered she said the stranger had come in her mouth, yet he'd never asked her whether she'd spat or swallowed. He picked up the panties, heavy with the pool of jism, knelt next to Janice, propped open her mouth, and held the panties above her face, watching for a long minute as a cascade of white cum drained into her wide mouth. Eagerly, she swallowed this hot meal of her son's cum, much better, now that it was fresh, than her first taste from the panties he'd left on her bed, or the slimy gobs she'd cleaned from the photos. She closed her lips several times to swallow the load, at which point the cascading cum splashed onto her lips, eyes and cheeks.

He staggered off to bed, stunned not only by her deepening submissive behavior, but also by his punishing response. He already knew his mother was a cum-slut. But he hadn't known that he would enjoy beating her with an instrument, or that she would reach such an intense orgasm. She was a hard-core submissive, capable of withstanding and even climaxing from any sadistic bent of his. The enormity of the situation staggered him.

What a week it had been! Graduating, receiving gifts from his relatives, and discovering his beautiful mother would permit him – no, actually encourage him – to strip her, toy with her, bind her, finger-fuck her, shove dildos into her, slap her, beat her, and jack off on her, give him a hand job and eat his cum. This hot piece of ass wanted him to control her, abuse her, and force her to perform the most humiliating and degrading acts.

He'd do his very best not to disappoint her.

Coming next: Janice is discovered lying after her vacation.





Chapter Ten — A Hearty Breakfast

When Matt awoke early that morning, he noticed his mother's photos still lying on the floor. He scooped them up and noticed streaks on them. Instantly he understood that his depraved mother had swallowed his cum, just as she'd swallowed everything he'd poured into her receptive mouth last night.

Before leaving the house, he walked quietly into the den and stared at her. She was so gorgeous, so sensuous, that even the morning after a drunk, with her stockings torn and thick lips smeared with lipstick and cum, she looked not only beautiful but also extremely desirable. His cock jerked when he realized that she could be his, all his and only his, if he wanted her to. And he did.

To prove it, he leaned over and pulled her blouse out of her skirt. She did not move or make a sound. He undid the buttons and opened the blouse to expose her pretty bra, staring at the large, beautifully formed breasts revealed above the 1/2 cup bra. He couldn't resist. He pulled the cups down and tucked them underneath. He stared for a minute, transfixed by her dark aureoles and the even darker, thick nipples, protruding over a half inch—even while asleep. As she began to wake, he went outside to retrieve the morning paper and returned to his room.

It wasn't easy to focus on the news. He remembered her expectant expression after he'd slapped her last night, as if she'd wait patiently for more. He kept seeing her as she looked last night in the den, that luscious ass displayed flagrantly for him on the black leather sofa in the moonlight, and how much more lewd and inviting it looked once it turned red from the spatula blows.

But the memory of her arching her pelvis up to him while being struck was what gave him a renewed hard-on, which began as uncomfortable and progressed to almost painful when he kept remembering his cum pouring from her asshole and cunt onto the stretched bikini panties. Anticipating what could be the follow-up that morning, he went into the garage and picked up a ping pong paddle, the kind with a sandpaper-like surface.

When she groggily awoke, Janice remembered how embarrassed she'd been the previous night, asking Matt to pick her up at the club after she'd given head to that young guy. But she recalled little afterwards, except that Matthew had been forced to punish her bad behavior. How strange it was to wake up late morning in the den on the sofa, her mouth with the aftertaste of cum, humiliated by the sight of her bare breasts and the stiff, encrusted panties lying on the couch next to her face, feeling guilty for blowing that guy. If only he hadn't resembled Matthew.

Hearing her in the upstairs hallway, Matt ordered her to wear the final lingerie set. Still half asleep, she wore the lurid ensemble but wrapped a robe around it. Janice knocked at the open door of Matt's room. He was reading the paper. "Good morning, graduate. What happened last night? I can't remember."

Without looking up, Matt said, "Mother, position yourself as usual." At the foot of the bed, she saw two low wooden footstools spaced a three feet apart. She climbed up, stretching her legs wide open and raising her arms into position.

Matt looked up from the paper. "Mother, what are you waiting for? Why are you wearing that robe? You know the whole point is for me to see your outfit. And I can't remove the robe after I've fastened you."

"Matthew, a shelf bra means that there's support underneath but nothing. . . on top."

"So?"

"So my breasts would be exposed."

"Mother, we had this conversation yesterday, talking about women on the French Riviera beaches. Besides, I saw your tits already, didn't I? When you pulled off your bikini." Janice shrugged, defeated, and with agonizing slowness, loosened the belt, threw back her shoulders and closed her eyes in shame as the light robe slid off her shoulders and down her back.

Matt sucked in his breath. Somehow, seeing his mother at the foot of his bed, clad in an expensive, black French bra and matching wisp of a thong, was as much of a turn-on as seeing her exposed breasts by the pool. He bound her wrists to the bedposts, shoved the stools another few inches apart, and lay back on the bed.

"Mother, you look spectacular."

"D-don't you think I'm a horrible mother for exposing myself like this?"

Matt ignored the question. Casually, he asked, "Mother, have your nipples always been so long and thick?" She gasped at his brazen question. "Answer me."

"Y-yes, although they became slightly larger and longer when I suckled you."

"As you will in a moment." She spasmed in surprise at his declaration, loosing her footing on one of the stools. Matt got off the bed with the ping-pong paddle and came around to the foot of the bed, shoving the stool back under her dangling foot. He ran his hand over her taut ass cheeks and then slammed each one with the paddle. She leapt up in surprise, only to find that the added height provided by the stools might enable her to actually move the bed's wood finial into her slit.

Matt knelt on the bed in front of Janice and slowly licked the turgid nipples, slathering them with a thick coat of saliva. Janice shuddered and moaned. "What else did I do when nursing?" he asked.

"You squeezed and bit them." He used one hand to pinch both nipple stalks until she groaned, his other hand spanking her ass with the paddle. Her body spasmed and shook.

"Mother, since you're wearing a thong, and one that's a size too small, I can see your fat pussy lips almost as well as I can see your tits. Would you like me to pull your thong to the side, so you can sink your cunt onto the bed knob and fuck yourself?" Janice nodded. "Even though you'll be exposing your shaved pussy to your son?" She nodded again. "Say it."

"Please do it," she whispered desperately.

"Be specific."

"Please show my pussy lips so I can use the bed to fuck myself."

"That's better," he said. He pulled the thong aside and she rose up on her toes and pushed herself down a couple of inches onto the dildo, gasping. He began pulling her nipples as he continued to paddle her inflamed ass cheeks. "Gee, Mother, your pussy lips are as thick and long in their way as your clit, and your clit is way large like your nipples, and your mouth is extra wide and your lips really thick."

"Uh-huh," she said, humping the bed knob deeper as Matt added twisting to his nipple stretching.

"Why is that? What does that say about your body? What is it designed for? Perfect for?"

"Oh God," she groaned as he began spanking harder, the other hand temporarily leaving her nipples to abuse her clit.

She could barely speak. "My body. . . is good for. . . sex," she eked out.

"Not just 'good for sex.' Your tits and ass and cunt are made for servicing men, for sucking and fucking them. Am I right?"

She had to admit something she'd known since a teen. "Yes, Matthew."

"Since you're not a good mother and must be disciplined, what better way than to punish your tits and ass and cunt? Sucking your tits like a baby is not nearly enough pain for you. I think we should discipline that sexy mouth of yours by gagging it, and by forcing those fat lips to stretch open around my big cock, don't you?" She nodded several times. And your overlarge nipples should suffer for being so big and thick, right? Maybe that will reduce them to the size of a proper mother's tits."

"Yes-yes-yes," she chanted, delirious with lust, willing to masochistically agree to any punishment in order to plunge her mouth down his dick.

"And we'll teach those provocative pussy lips to not be so large by what? Whipping them? Clamping them? Piercing them?"

Hearing these humiliating and sadistic taunts, her tempo increased to a frenzy. When Matt was paddling her rear and also slapping her breasts, she started cumming. He had to keep his head clear as she shouted and writhed in the bonds, her head jerking violently and her torso twisting. Finished, she hung limply. Streams of pussy juice extended down her inner thighs and calves to her ankles. He left her hanging.




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When the shamed mother opened her eyes, her wrists had been untied and she was bent over the bed rail. She levered herself up until the bed finial cleared her cunt and picked up her robe from the floor, wrapping it around her sore ass and breasts.

She went to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and saw Matt sitting at the table, but in her shame she avoided eye contact. Not until she saw the spatula lying in the kitchen sink did the debased memories of last night slowly come back to her. Yet she was also shamed to admit the memories of her beating last night were yet again exciting her. She had to keep her hand from rubbing her pussy right there in the kitchen. Last night Matthew had been so forceful, so vehement when she'd spoken to him like a bad girl. If only he had already left the house.

"Mother, make waffles for us."

"You're not going to pour the hot batter on me, are you?" she asked apprehensively, remembering what had occurred with the previous batch.

Matt laughed. "No, I promise—unless you burn them!"

"All right," she agreed apprehensively.

When she had added the ingredients to a bowl, he said, "Mix the batter here by me at the table." Warily, she moved the bowl and mixer from the counter to the table. He was sitting on the edge of his chair. Matt noted she was nervous, mixing too quickly and that the bowl was unstable. Surreptitiously, pretending to be reading the paper, he inserted his hand underneath her robe. "Still sore from last night and this morning?" he asked as he smacked her bare ass.

"Owww!" she yelled, jumping from surprise and pain, the mixer knocking over the off-balance bowl, as he'd foreseen. The batter cascaded onto his lap and the floor between his legs.

"Uh oh. A real mess," he said, admonishingly, handing her a cloth napkin. "Get down on your knees and clean it up." She stood motionless, her chest heaving.

"I assume you're going to punish me for this?" she gasped hoarsely, staring at the disgraceful floor. He pulled so hard on the hem of her nightgown that it slid off her shoulder, exposing the upper half of her breast. Before the whole breast appeared, she turned to face him and knelt in one motion, seeing that batter was dripping from his groin to the floor. "Take off your nightgown so you don't make a mess of it as well." She pulled it off. I'm naked, kneeling in front of my son like his slave in the middle of the kitchen, she thought.

Matt leaned forward, his robe opening, and his cock came into view, coated with batter. She stared at it, transfixed. "Lick the batter off the floor."

"Is that my punishment?"

Matt laughed. "No, that's cleanup, or an example of discipline. Your punishments will always be painful." When she remained stationary, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down until her pendulous breasts ground into the batter on the floor. Powerless and humiliated, her tongue lapped up a couple of loads. Satisfied, Matt grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pulled back on her hair until she was vertical, her breasts splotched with the thick batter, heavy gobs dripping onto her thighs.

He put his hands behind her head and pulled it to his member. "Kiss it clean," he commanded. She looked up at him, wondering if he was teasing her again. She moaned in anticipation and her big lips met the head and lovingly kissed the crown. "Lick it clean," he groaned. Her lips opened and her long tongue began to slowly lave the head, swirling over the top and bottom. She was transported. "Clean all of it." With agonizing slowness, she lowered her head until she had the whole cock in her mouth. "Unnhhh," he moaned. None of the high school girls had been able – or willing – to ever deep-throat him.

Unbidden, her hand kneaded his balls, which were hanging off the front of the chair. She sucked him slowly, withdrawing till only the tip remained inside her mouth, then reversing with agonizing slowness till she engulfed all of him. One finger caressed his perineum as she continued massaging his balls. She looked into his eyes frequently, her own eyes glazed with lust. When he was ready to shoot, he forced her mouth off his dick and held her hands together, palms up, in front of his jerking cock. She groaned, unhappy that he wasn't going to shoot in her mouth, desperate for a fresh load of his sweet jism. He stroked himself a few times and unloaded a huge discharge onto her hands. When he'd extracted the last strands of cum, he pushed her adjoining palms up and slapped them into her face as she cried out in shame and surprise.

Startled, Janice knelt there, ropes of hot cum streaming off her inundated face and spreading across her breasts. She licked whatever spunk her long tongue could reach from her lips. She hoped her son liked her cocksucking. She knew she deserved no less than to kneel at his feet, naked and debased, watching his reddened cock bob in front of her cum-covered face. However demeaning he decided to treat her, it was nothing less than what she deserved for being careless in the kitchen and spilling the batter, only the latest example of being a bad mother.

"You want it all, don't you?" Eyes hooded, she nodded, understanding him perfectly. Her amazing talent for denial and justification had totally collapsed. "Okay, you have my permission," he granted. She scooped up the jism from her forehead and cheeks and sucked it into her mouth, closing her eyes in rapt pleasure at the taste. He watched, leering as she licked every drop of thick jizz off her fingers. He stood. "Clean this up and make it fast. You have to start packing for your trip."

"Yes, Matthew."





Chapter Eleven — Vacation and Homecoming

All day, Janice was tired from her hangover. The sexy mother's morning was busy, preparing for a weeklong vacation out-of-town with her older sister, Darielle. In the afternoon, Janice was relieved again to find a phone message from Matt, her teenage son, saying that he couldn't avoid having dinner at his best friend's house. By the time he arrived home, she was already asleep.

That night, sitting in the kitchen the evening before her departure, she'd added a new entry to her diary. She'd been strangely attracted to the thick, black leather book when she'd seen it in a stationery shop. She stroked the fine, lustrous leather. Black was one of her favorite colors. It reminded her of the short but thick head of ebony hair she loved. Her den was designed with black leather furniture and tables. Much of her clothing and lingerie (her baby dolls were exceptions) were also black.

However, in the hectic rush of last-minute packing the next morning to make her plane, she'd forgotten to check if she'd left the diary in the kitchen. She thought, with a growing sense of dread, that she'd left it exposed in a corner of the kitchen. She could have easily overlooked it, especially since she'd had no time for even a quick breakfast. Nor had she seen Matthew before rushing out the door, leaving her bedroom strewn with clothes and the kitchen piled with pots and dishes.

Janice admired Darielle, who was two inches taller and had always had a self-assured, commanding demeanor. But they also had a complicated relationship. Darielle was tall, but a bit scrawny and bony. She'd always been jealous of Janice's sultry beauty and success with boys and men. The male staff couldn't stop discreetly ogling Janice's voluptuous body, which did not escape Darielle's notice. It was not a relaxing vacation. Darielle noticed that Janice was preoccupied, and when asked, Janice said she'd slept little since she was away from home. It was true that she was restless at night, not because she was in a hotel bed, but because she couldn't remember returning her private diary to its secret place on the top shelf of her bedroom closet. Plus, she thought obsessively about new entries for the book.

She returned home from her trip on Friday, a couple of days earlier than Darielle. When asked why, Janice explained to Darielle that since Matthew was spending his last few weeks at home before going away to college, she wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, and didn't want him to be alone all weekend. She was devoted to her son, especially since men, with the exception of that drunken blowjob at the country club, were no longer a factor in her life. Since her divorce, she could never bring herself to go dating or clubbing, and she was too shy to go to most parties. Besides, that young guy at the club was more of a boy than a man.

"You don't have to worry about a boy like Matthew," Darielle had said. With his good looks and brains? He'll be fine." As he'd done before Janice left, Matthew spent as much time as possible every day researching on the web. He thought of his submissive mother and—as she did—replayed their scenes repeatedly. He also planned and fantasized about taking her to a new level upon her return. Yet he found it impossible to resist jacking off at least 2–3 times a day. However, he would beat off into a glass or dish, then save his ejaculate in the rear of the refrigerator. After several days, it had grown to quite a fair amount.

The truth was that Janice also found it impossible to relax on the vacation and slept fitfully. During the day, lying on the beach or at the resort's pool, she kept remembering her pool at home: how he'd made her bare her breasts, how he'd sadistically immersed them in the hot sun block, the texture of his beautiful penis' skin in the hot sunlight, the hot torrent of his semen inundating her face, the vulnerability of her bound wrists and knees, the discomfort and swelling of her bound breasts. Lying at the resort in her provocatively revealing bikini, Janice wondered if she'd be free to dress the same next year, or if her body would be striped with Matthew's marks, so she'd have to wear a caftan in public.

Darielle was aware of how distracted her sister was but could not possibly guess the reason. Since they were away for only a week, Darielle thought it odd that Janice placed a photo of Matt in his swim trunks on her night table, but no more than a little odd.

At night, Janice kept thinking of how her naked pussy felt when Matt had beat it with the spatula, the length and thickness of his semi-hard, swaying cock when she'd woken him that morning, how she couldn't resist licking up all the cum he'd deposited on her brazen photos, even though his spunk was cold and congealed. She wondered when he'd order her to again suck him dry, and whether he would begin striking her more severely.

Since the sisters shared a queen bed, Janice's restlessness affected Darielle's sleep. Janice remembered every second of kneeling nude in front of her son in the kitchen, kissing, licking and deep-throating his fantastic cock till he shot an incredible load onto her hands. She recalled the burning sensation when he slapped her palms into her face, deserving the degrading experience. That was the second time her face had been covered with his discharge.

Moreover, Janice had no memory of where she'd left her diary. She became increasingly preoccupied with its whereabouts. Besides, her place was at home, available to take care of her son's needs. She decided to return early. Darielle wasn't pleased but didn't object.

Upon arriving home from the airport, Janice went straight to the kitchen, nervous. The diary was nowhere in sight. She went upstairs like a shot but could not find the book in her closet either. She began perspiring in the hot, close closet. The sweaty leotard she still wore from the gym was clinging to her. She searched under her bed, in her lingerie drawer and in her bathroom hamper, all without luck.

Becoming more anxious, she tore the cover and sheets off the bed and ripped her clothing out of the dresser. Increasingly desperate, she swept all the items off the closet shelves.

Alarmed, she returned to the kitchen and started yanking open the drawers, spilling their contents onto the countertop. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw the edge of the book peering out from behind an appliance. Thrilled, she hugged the diary to herself, only then realizing how wet she was from tension, how the base of her leotard had ridden into her ass crack.

Matt had spent the week planning and organizing. He thought that an extra letter should be added to BDSM: H, for Humiliation. When he arrived at home, he seemed more mature to his mother—more sexual and in command—than before. She abruptly moved the diary behind her back, trying to hide her excitement and nervousness upon seeing him again. "Hello, Mother." Even his voice sounded deeper. He briefly kissed her cheek and hugged her. "Good trip?"

"It was—all right," she stammered. He waited. "I, I missed you."

"Is that all?" He stared intensely, his eyes drilling into her hypnotically, demandingly.

"Ummm, I felt. . . guilty." She squirmed in the silence. "Guilty for being on vacation when you were not."

"You should feel guilty," he agreed. "What would make you not feel guilty?"

Her pussy creamed, wetting the already damp leotard. "Being disciplined, I guess."

"And how do you deserve to be punished?" He watched her nipples harden into the leotard.

"I—I don't know. . . Whatever you think."

"Should we make you strip right now?"

"Only, only if you insist. . ."

"Or should I spank you with a kitchen tool?"

"Uhhh. . . I suppose," she said, shuffling her feet in excitement.

"Or maybe make you kneel and cover your face and tits with cum?" She gulped, unconsciously licking her lips with the memory of his hot, sweet semen.

"No, I don't think we'll do any of those punishments."

Surprised and disappointed, she whimpered "No?"

"No. To compensate for a week's vacation in the Caribbean, you need something new and much more severe."

"Ohh. . ." she said, wonderingly.

"When did you get back?"

"An hour ago, honey."

"You've been back only an hour and you've already made a mess out of a clean kitchen, a kitchen which you left a mess?"

She looked around her. "Yes, I did a bad thing."

"You know I get home this same time every Friday, yet dinner's not even begun." She had never heard him use such a severe tone before. "Even though I've been working all day while you've been vacationing. Even though you've been home for an hour."

She hung her head, ashamed. "I swear I'll make it up to you. But I'm so tired today. I'd like to go to bed right after dinner. If that's okay with you?"

"Yes, you will make it up to me," he agreed. "Did you wear that leotard on the plane?"

"Of course not. I went straight to the gym from the airport. But after my workout, I didn't do my stretches because I had to come home."

"Go change and then make dinner. Maybe I'll help you stretch after dinner." She was surprised since he'd never before indicated much interest in her yoga. Matt had no idea where this new, authoritative personality kept coming from, but it felt natural and he liked it. Janice nodded.

"Mother, things can't continue as they were before."

She panicked. "What do you mean?"

"I no longer think you're ever going to stop being anything other than a bad mother, making mistakes, being forgetful, resisting my orders, being slow to obey, and so on. So there are going to be a number of changes around here. You will be disciplined more firmly than ever, at least once, if not twice a day. I will tell you exactly what clothing you may wear at home. Soon your lovely skin will wear marks, front and rear. And you will accommodate all of my . . . personal needs. I am the master of this household.

"Understand?" he repeated strictly.

"Yes, Matthew," she replied, relieved to feel her breasts and nipples tingling from this list of subjugation.

She turned her back to leave, forgetting she'd been holding the diary behind her back. "Mother, what were you trying to hide behind your back?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed. What an idiot she was! She stared down at the diary, her back still turned to him. "Umm, it's . . . it's just a recipe book."

"I see. . . it's a 'recipe book.' Then leave it here. Recipe books belong in the kitchen." She hesitated, motionless, struck with panic.

"I said leave it here." Grabbing her wrists with one hand, he forcibly pulled the book out of her hands and set it on the plastic bookstand on the counter that held books so you could follow a recipe while cooking. "I'm home for two minutes, you left your bedroom a mess, you've made the kitchen a mess, and then you don't do what I ask you. Do you think you deserve to be disciplined?" After a long moment, her body tingling, she nodded her head, sweat running down her spine.

"You can go," he said.

"Yes, Matthew." Reluctantly, as if in a dream, she trudged out of the kitchen, burning with shame. She was definitely home again.

Upcoming: Janice is already familiar with the use of appliances such as air conditioners and kitchen utensils such as spatulas. Now she's introduced to the creative use of more household items.





Chapter Twelve — Tea for Two

After Matt had released his mother so she could freshen up, Janice took a quick shower, but saw no reason to get dressed again if she was going to bed right after dinner. She wore a thin, black cotton robe that came to mid-thigh, tied carelessly. Underneath was the same set of sheer panties and baby doll that had been torn by the air conditioner. She prepared one of Matt's favorite meals, nervously aware of the closed diary on the counter. While cooking, she left an old, chipped plate on the edge of the counter. Sure enough, ten minutes later her elbow knocked it off, in full view of Matt. "Aren't you going to discipline me?"

"Yes, but only when I'm good and ready."

During dinner, she rarely looked at him, and when she did, it was only for a moment. She was buzzing with excitement. It had been an eternity since he'd last corrected her, before her vacation. Matt was preoccupied, assembling their agenda. Secretly, he was pleased at her transparent maneuver, pretending to inadvertently break a plate that he knew was already chipped. Considering all the punishments she had lined up, first for going off on vacation, then for making a mess of the kitchen, and finally for being late with dinner, she must be craving humiliation and discipline for her to break a dish.

First, he'd warm her up with a little breast discipline. Then, he'd actually beat her tits. As for below the waist? She'd taken his makeshift cigar tube dildo up her cunt, and he'd jerked off in her ass crack, but she'd never taken an anal dildo inserted by him.

It was a particularly stifling summer evening, and she was perspiring. "It's boiling," he said. "Why don't you take off your robe?"

"I—I can't. I'm going to bed right after dinner so I'm only wearing my baby doll."

"So? You know I like it. Don't talk back to me," he warned.

"But it's ripped."

"I don't care."

"But it's torn where . . . my breasts are."

"Mother, I'm not going to tell you again." She sat there, a look of consternation on her face. She desperately wanted to please him, but felt it was degrading to be sitting at dinner with her own son, exposing herself like a slut.

Before she could decide, Matt shoved his chair back, stood behind her and pulled the robe off her shoulders and down the back of the chair to the level of her elbows, constricting her arms and hands. "I'm going to teach you a lesson so you stop being so careless, breaking things." Her face turned scarlet, feeling both shame and arousal coursing through her. He actually thought he saw the dark nipple growing larger and longer, with more of it poking through the jagged rip. He sat down and enjoyed the sight of his lovely mother, partly bound and partly nude, eating dinner with him. She had just enough slack to awkwardly feed herself by leaning forward. It was extremely humiliating.




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Matt wondered if she would permit him to do absolutely anything to her, any time and any place. He decided to try something. Sitting on the kitchen counter were a plant mister and a new, eighteen inch flyswatter. He emptied the mister of its tepid water, the kind he'd used on her breasts in his bedroom, and refilled it with very hot water. Returning to the table, he sat and pointed the mister at her breast. "Since you're so hot, let's spray you off." Her eyes wide with shame and fear, he squeezed the mister at the breast nearest him. The searing spray covered the entire breast, making the thin fabric invisible. When the scalding water made contact, she yelled, "Arrgghh!" and jerked up so hard the entire chair left the floor for a second. Yet it was clear the drenched nipple was even larger than before. She was relieved that her discipline had finally begun. Her cunt flooded and she felt the gusset of her panties become damp.

Leaning over in his chair, he grabbed her chin and turned her head so that she faced him. "I will not tolerate it when you make a mess in the kitchen." She squirmed her hips and stared at the table, frozen by the degrading picture she knew she presented. He sprayed the other breast, but this time she didn't yell.

He decided to introduce another tool. He lifted the flyswatter and held it in front of her, grasping her dripping breast in his other hand and squeezing. In a haze, she realized her son, who had already bound, slapped and scalded her breasts by the pool, was now actually going to beat them. Her cunt shuddered. Drops of water fell to her thigh in slow motion. "You will not vacation again without me." Still gripping the breast, he struck the outside. "Thwack!" The sound seemed to echo in the large kitchen. "Mmmm," she sighed, grinding her groin into the chair. "Thwack!" He hit the tender underside.

He stood and positioned himself next to her. He gathered up the hair at the back of her head and pulled so her face tilted up. Her eyes were wide and her saliva-coated lips parted in anticipation. With the swatter raised above his head, poised, he whispered, "Guess what part gets it next?"

When she nodded in abject submission, underscoring their unspoken contract of incestuous sadism and masochism, he struck the engorged nipple head-on. "Uhhhh," she exclaimed, swallowing. She collected herself and looked up at him again, expectant, as if she wanted more. More of something, more of anything. He hit the wet nipple again, with all the force he could muster. He released his grip on her hair but her head remained hanging back.

Matt adjusted the mister to the narrowest, strongest stream, squeezed and held her far breast, extending the flesh through the torn fabric, and positioned the mister in front of her nipple. "From now on, I expect you to obey me promptly." He pressed the trigger, blasting the stressed nipple. This time, she took the pain better, panting and mashing her groin in the wet panties into the chair. He released the breast, adjusted the mister's nozzle to a wider flow and coated the rest of the breast. He raised the flyswatter again, pausing. She nodded her head, her eyes signaling readiness. Roughly, he dragged the plastic wire grid on the head of the flyswatter harshly back and forth across her nipple. "Aieee!" she cried, her excitement skyrocketing.

Matt was emboldened by her docility and excited by the fact that, yet again, they were not in a dark room but in the bright, degrading light of the kitchen. Remembering how crazed she'd become when he'd clamped her nipples in the air conditioner slats, he looked around for more implements. One of the kitchen drawers was not shut properly. Pulling it open, he saw what had prevented closure. Recently, Janice had bought new tea utensils, clamps for squeezing and removing tea bags from cups or mugs. Like the standard design, each had two flat, perforated silver squares facing each other, the size of a tea bag, or two inches square, at the end of scissor-like handles. However, this new design added a hinge below the handle so the angle could be adjusted.

While waiting for the teakettle to come to a boil, he considered that it was time for him to force something up her cunt. He remembered the thin, penis-shaped perfume bottle he'd seen her using outside the club on graduation night, from the same company that manufactured her sun block. He brought it back to the kitchen from her bedroom dresser.

Janice looked surprised when she saw the bottle in his hand. He pulled off her panties and, with the belt from her robe and his own belt, fastened her thighs over the arms of her chair, like he had done with the chaise lounge at poolside, but this time exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. He almost thought her clit was twitching in anticipation. He dipped the slender perfume bottle, which was only an inch in diameter, in a wide jar of skin lotion on the kitchen counter. Suddenly he remembered how she'd fucked her cunt with the cigar tube while lying in the chaise. It was time for something different. He stuck his middle finger into the lotion and positioned it at the ring of her asshole, caressing the dusky skin in a circling motion. She tensed in surprise, wide-eyed, "No Matthew, please, please not that," she begged. Actually, she'd always loved it up the ass and fingered herself there as much as—if not more than—her cunt. But this was her son. She had to hold on to some last vestige of propriety. Wasn't parenting about setting boundaries?

"Be quiet. I know that you shoved the cigar tube up your cunt by the pool, so it's time to open your other hole." He pushed the finger in up to his knuckle. He knew she loved it from the loudness of her response. Involuntarily, she adjusted her hips so that her rear entrance was positioned at a more accessible angle. He drove his finger all the way in and slowly withdrew. The slut mewled when her ass was empty.

He looked into her eyes as he slowly screwed the dripping head of the bottle into her opening. Her eyes bulged from the increased girth and her head snapped back as her dark ring accepted the first inch. She groaned, loud and long. He paused, enjoying the sight of the makeshift dildo's six inches protruding from her chute. After weeks of buildup, she thought, he'd finally taken her ass. He pumped it in another couple of inches.

He made two mugs of tea, inserting two clamps into each mug. Meanwhile, Janice squirmed nonstop on the chair, shamelessly clutching and releasing the perfume bottle, changing the angle and pressure of this new dildo, desperate to cum. Matt brought the mugs to the table and set them down in front of her to cool down a bit, happy to prolong the lurid scene of abasement.

After a few minutes, he squeezed both tea bags with the clamps, removed a clamp from each mug and released the bags. She stared at him, her chest heaving. He reached out, grasped the sodden rip in the nightie and extended the opening in a horizontal line across her chest until the other glistening wet nipple was uncovered. Her hands remained bound at her sides. He adjusted both of the tea utensils so the perforated presses were at right angles to the handles.

"At the pool, your whole breast was heated in the sun block. Now, like you experienced with the air conditioner, it's time to focus on those big nipples." He clasped her right breast, already hard and bulging, and pulled it up and out. Since she was bound to the chair, she couldn't lean forward and the entire breast stretched forward. She shut her eyes and moaned. He closed the very hot plates of the utensil on the nipple and released the breast. She screamed in pain, frenziedly manipulating the dildo as a way to adjust to the pain radiating in her breast. The clamp was even hotter than the two bowls of sun block. He let the heavy utensil drop and heard a sharp intake of her breath from the weight. He rammed the dildo as far up her ass as possible and she emitted an ear-splitting scream of release.

He pulled the dildo almost entirely out and repeated the process with the second tea clamp on her left nipple. She grunted, her head nodding up and down repeatedly as she built toward another climax. Two tea clamps remained, staying hot in the mugs. Matt stroked her labia harshly till the puffy lips swelled. He yanked her head back till she looked him in the eye, realizing with dread the next step. Her body jolted upward in a reaction, trying to escape the clamps. But the new position only helped him. With her body arching backward, her cunt was raised even closer to his hand as he swiftly sank a hot clamp onto each of her pouting lips and drilled the dildo back into her ass.

He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the lurid sight of her reaching an even more violent climax, her body arcing back and forth as if possessed by an electric current, the strong thigh muscles hard as iron, humping the chair, shouting and kicking, the clamps swinging back and forth on her chest, clanking when they knocked into each other, the labia clamps banging into the chair. When she had finished her prolonged cum, she sat limply, her head hanging forward, multiple strings of saliva drooling onto the chair in front of her pussy. He had not expected the intensity of her nipple and ass orgasm.

He sat on the edge of the table and positioned his cock in front of her face, slapping her until she opened her eyes to the looming cock in front of her. She leaned forward and began noisily licking his entire shaft. She laved it, lovingly, drenching it with saliva. Her mouth felt better than all the girls combined who'd given him head.

She switched from licking his beautiful cock to greedily sucking. Matt groaned, his hips squirming on the table edge. He slapped one of the pussy clamps and she groaned around the cock in her throat. He tugged on a clamp, forcing her to deep-throat him. He repeated the action with the other clamp as she yelled in more pain. He stared in amazement at the dark flesh of the big teats, squeezed into the numerous small holes of the clamps' metal plates. God, did she look amazing, crushed nipples poking obscenely through the clamps, her big mouth and lips spread wide over his cockhead.

He pushed and pulled the anal dildo. "Fuck!" she yelled around his cock. He wished he could simultaneously shoot a hot load up her ass. He controlled her sucking by pulling the clamps. He yanked on them rhythmically when he wanted her to deep throat him. She buried his shaft down her throat as her screaming nipples and labia were stretched by the merciless hot metal. Still yanking her nipples, he pushed back her head until his cock popped out of her mouth and spewed his load onto her contorted face as she twisted beneath him, desperately trying to catch and swallow his discharge. When he'd finished, her head fell forward, exhausted. His cum formed a stream sliding off her eyebrows, nose and chin, joining the pool of drool on the chair.

He remembered the camera she'd recently given him as a birthday present. After taking a series of photographs of her limp, dripping form with its metal adornments, he removed the clamps and the dildo and freed her robe from the chair. She moaned as blood re-entered the abused parts. After writing a note in big block letters with a marker pen, he placed it on the table in front of her and left the kitchen.

Matt doubted she'd still visit his bedroom that night, his cock semi-hard even though he'd cum only a couple of minutes previous. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and they went to bed without seeing each other. Not surprisingly, she never came to his room to say goodnight. He figured he had exhausted her. And he wasn't too disappointed. After all, he thought, he'd humiliated her by putting her again into an improvised bondage, clamping her luscious tits, shoving a makeshift dildo up her ass and giving her a mind-bending series of orgasms. Not to mention having a highly satisfying jerk off himself. And giving her ongoing orders in the note when she opened her eyes in the kitchen.

Also, he now had outstandingly obscene and degrading photos of her. Maybe his cousin, Alex, would enjoy seeing them. But the night was not yet finished, and he was to learn a big lesson in terms of Janice's endless capacity and insatiable appetite.

In Chapter Twelve, Matt proves to be handy with a slightly larger household appliance and expands his photography.





Chapter Thirteen —The Hair Blower

The tortured mother had spent an hour in bed tossing under the sheet, tormented by jet lag, thinking about her sadistic son, Matthew. She was astounded at how determined and masterful he had been. It was one thing to make his hot, submissive mother strip naked, jerk his cock or suck his dick; that's what all boys wanted from girls. It was quite another brazenly inventive mind that would fasten a clamp to her baby doll, bind her breasts, crush her frozen nipples inside an air conditioner, immerse her tits in scalding sun block, bind them with shoelaces, spray and spank her nipples, crush them with heated tea clamps, or give her a royal ass-fucking with a perfume bottle. Never before had she experienced so much pain or, as a result, such obliterating orgasms. He never missed a trick. Like the note she had read when she awoke in the kitchen chair. "Do not wash your face or body. Wear the same baby doll and panties."

She had picked up the baby doll and panties from beneath the chair, where they'd been dripped on by a combination of sweat, lotion, saliva, cunt juice and semen. Obediently, she had dragged them onto herself. Disgusted with her abject compliance and the sodden garment, she had trudged upstairs to bed. Despite feeling spent and sore, covered with the sordid lingerie reeking of cum and cunt, her entire body still felt electrified, as if it was ready for more.

After a futile hour in bed, the restless mother went to the kitchen to brew a pot of calming herbal tea. In the kitchen, the diary looked undisturbed in the book holder. She was obsessed with whether or not Matt had violated her privacy by reading it during her vacation. 

Once again, she had forgotten to make her weekly entry. She knew she needed more consistency in making entries regularly, but it was so hard to discipline herself. While waiting for the tea to brew, she reviewed the details of her subjugation after dinner. The memories of Matt incapacitating her arms, the mister scorching her nipples, the flyswatter raking across her nipples, the perfume bottle thrust all the way into her ass, the heated nipple and pussy clamps, sucking Matt's delicious cock down to the root, and the string of massive orgasms—all made her hot all over again—especially the memory of licking and sucking his cock until he found release by showering her spread and helpless body with a fountain of his seed.

She sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen on a stool, in the same way she had sat since childhood, the heels of her high slippers hanging on the sides of its horizontal bars. Riffling through the pages, she found two pages stuck together. With difficulty, she peeled them apart, finding sticky white streaks and clumps obliterating the text beneath. She wondered if she'd spilled food there while writing late one night. Curious, she held the book closer to her face and sniffed. The spots had a familiar odor.

Completely absorbed in the spots, she was oblivious of anything else, so she was unaware that Matthew had woken to take a pee and, wearing only his summer robe and pajama pants, padded quietly down the staircase to get a glass of juice. He stopped at the kitchen entrance, surprised to see his mother. Since she was sitting at the side of the island, he had a full view of her short robe, not even reaching midway on her thighs, and the smooth, widespread legs.

Holding the book closer still, she extended the tip of her tongue and touched it to the thickest spot. It tasted sweet, salty and good. She felt restless again, squirming on the stool, her breath uneven. Unable to resist, Janice extended her entire tongue and licked up the entire length of the page. Her chest began heaving as her breathing deepened. Even though she savored the salty taste, she was thirsty from the salt so she raised her tea mug to clear her mouth. She saw Matthew, arms folded across his bare chest, staring at her from the doorway. She jerked, spilling most of the hot tea on her robe, drenching it. "Oh!" she said, unable to move her gaze from his eyes, dying with embarrassment that he'd probably seen her licking the page of a book.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Mother." Matthew entered the kitchen.

"That's okay, Matt—I mean Matthew, I was just absorbed in my book. It's my fault," she said, still staring.

"Absorbed in writing a new recipe, I guess. You made quite a mess there, didn't you? The second mess in one day." He stepped closer, stopping at the end of the island.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did." She set down her mug on the island. For the first time, Janice broke off her stare and looked down at her chest, as if it belonged to another person. The hot tea had soaked through the thin robe. She felt her nipples hardening from the hot liquid.

He came closer, standing in front of her. "Open your robe so the air can get underneath to dry it." Janice sat there, frozen. "Do it!" he said in a low voice.

Remembering the vicious punishments he'd administered earlier, she slowly untied the belt, grabbed the lapels and opened the robe a couple of inches. "All the way," he ordered. As if in slow motion, she spread the robe completely. Her appearance now was similar to how she had looked during dinner. The fabric of her wet baby doll looked as if it wasn't even there, clinging to every inch of her large breasts. They were completely visible. Moreover, her thick nipples had grown and hardened from the hot liquid.

"The baby doll will dry more quickly if you leave it like that," he said, turning the stool so she faced him directly. "Exposed to the air. You look as if you've won 1st prize in a wet T-shirt contest. Like a young girl half your age. Is that what you'd call age appropriate?" She was staring at herself, now aware that her legs were still wide open. She lifted her heels off the sidebars and replaced them on the stool's front bar, closing her legs.

"Open them back to where they were." She lifted her head and stared at him again, eyes wide with fear and excitement. When she remained immobile, he placed a hand on the naked inside of each thigh and pushed her thighs apart, hooking the shoes over the sidebars again, but wider than before. His touch felt like a surge of electricity to her thighs, leading directly to her cunt.

Matthew walked to a drawer, removed a fresh dishtowel, walked back to his mother, and handed it to her. "You'd better wipe yourself." Relieved, she took the towel, folded it a few times and, draping it over herself, patted her chest.

"Not like that," he said. "Firmly." Matthew took the towel out of her hands. Instead of dabbing her chest like Janice did, he rubbed the towel on her, beginning at her neck and stroking firmly the center of her chest. He returned to the neck, but rubbed the towel with more force over her left breast. He repeated the movement down her right breast. When he pulled the towel away, her sore nipples were no longer just hard, they were also extended by a half inch, moderate for Janice.

She just looked at him. Her complexion had deepened. "You're not going to get much rest tonight if you wait for both of those clothes to dry. Don't move." He went to her bathroom and returned with the new hair dryer she'd told him about earlier in the evening. He also held a bag containing attachments.

He plugged the hair dryer into an outlet in the island, turned it on low heat, and aimed it at Janice's face. "Does that feel OK?" She nodded. It felt great. As he lowered his aim to her chest, she started squirming on the stool. When the hot air hit her breasts, she began moaning and wriggling. "Stay still!" he said.




Mother's Helper Ch. 19-24



Chapter Nineteen — Dinner is (Submissively) Served

Matt noticed that Janice sat down gingerly for Sunday breakfast, still sore from the invasion of her ass. Since he'd received his final graduation gift, he didn't want to be selfish. He didn't need his mother all for himself, and thought the timing was appropriate to introduce his S/M mother to other people. And what better people than family?

Actually, Matt had no idea of his mother's long-ago history with other people. She had been a very bad teenager, something she assumed he'd never discover.

When they'd finished eating, she stood up to get the coffee carafe and refill his cup. Back at the table, she saw her diary lying at her place. Her throat flushed at the sight of it. "You'll need to be studying that to prepare tonight's menu for Darielle," he said.

"But, but I know all the . . . recipes." She complained. He looked unconvinced. "I know everything in it . . . every . . . last . . . detail."

"As long as you're sure," he agreed.

Janice spent most of Sunday preparing dinner, which she enjoyed, drinking wine all afternoon. She was excited with anticipation.

She did not see Matt until 5 pm, when he had informed her that she, as a servant, would present herself for an inspection of dress and general appearance, before Darielle's appearance at 5:30. Janice chafed at this new debasement—being subservient to her sister. However, Janice obediently set the dining room table beautifully, including the pair of antique lead candelabra, so heavy they were an effort to lift. Each place setting had a black plastic napkin ring, three inches in diameter and two inches high. 

She stood awaiting him. "Put your hands behind your neck, but not clasped at your waist. I want each hand touching the opposite elbow. In her new position, Janice felt her breasts scraping against the rough, thin muslin of her cheap apron. She wore her new lingerie, short skirt and heels, but he had told her there was no need for her white blouse since she'd be wearing a white apron. Except for her bra strap, her back was exposed. Resting on the shelf bra, her tits were so dark they could easily be seen through the cheap fabric of the apron.

Matt judged her appearance acceptable and ordered her to finish preparations in the kitchen after shutting the door. When Darielle arrived, Matt took her into the living room and made them both martinis. "Matt, this is delicious. I didn't know you could make such a good martini. You've really become the man of the house."

"Yes, in more ways than one," he said cryptically.

"Where's my sister?"

"Finishing up in the kitchen. She's wearing a new outfit just for you."

"Well, she certainly acted strangely on our vacation, not to mention leaving early in order to be back with you." They walked into the kitchen, where Janice froze, her head hanging in humiliation, flashing back on the degrading scenes of submission from her youth. Darielle commented on how "cute" her sister looked, just like a real maid. She and Matt sat down in the dining room, which was lit only by the dozen candles in the candelabra. Janice ladled the soup into small, deep bowls, careful to not make a mistake, and sat.

The moment that Darielle tasted the first spoonful of white soup, she put down her spoon. "This vichyssoise is too thick and too salty."

"I like it thick," Janice blurted, defensive about her cooking, their sibling rivalry surfacing. "And I like it salty," she bragged in a patronizing tone, then blushed at the way her words could be interpreted. Like a cock-slut, she thought.

Matt stared at her. "I was kind enough to let our maid actually sit at the table, and then you have the bad manners to contradict an invited guest—not once, but twice. That sort of rudeness will not be tolerated. It demands correction. And we'll skip the first course entirely. He picked up his and Darielle's bowls, held them in front of Janice, and upended the hot bowls onto her apron over her breasts. "Owww!" she yelled, the heat ripping through the apron. She sat there hissing in pain as the soup dripped off the soaked apron, revealing her breasts and their hard nipples, dumbfounded that Matt would treat her like this in front of company—even if the company was her sister. "I don't think you'll make that error again," he said. "Now clasp your hands behind your head. Apologize to Darielle."

"I apologize," Janice croaked unwillingly, slightly dizzy from the excitement of being ordered into a slave posture in front of a family member other than her son. Darielle sat back, stunned at the debauched scene but deeply excited to see her sister maltreated and embarrassed. She wondered if she would be asked to participate. She'd always wondered whether or not her sister had a masochistic streak.

"I apologize. . . what?" Matt corrected.

"I apologize, Darielle."

"Or you may say 'Mistress.'"

"I apologize, Mistress."

"Ask Darielle to discipline you."

Her face burning, Janice shamefully asked, "Mistress, please correct me."

"We're going to teach you, as an example for your son," Darielle said. "First, we must have clean clothing at the table," She stood, walked to her sister, pulled the chair back from the table.

"Please don't do this, Matthew! Not in front of another person!" Janice sobbed.

"I'm not doing anything, your sister is." Privately, Janice was grateful that this scene was being enacted with another woman. But she wasn't sure whether she would have preferred a female stranger to her sister.

Darielle untied the apron bow tied at the neck. With the weight of the soup on it, the apron immediately slid off her chest into Janice's lap, revealing her reddened breasts. "I can see your big tits! The ones you've always been so proud about," Darielle said. " Did you know that bra makes you look like a common slut?"

"Yes. . . Mistress, I suppose," Janice admitted, obviously aroused from her sister's demeaning language.

"And those marks on your tits look like you must have deserved a thorough beating! Apparently it wasn't enough for you to learn respect."

"Maybe we should quiet that fresh mouth of hers," Matt said to Darielle. She removed the soggy crumpled apron as Matt handed her a soft black ball, used by Janice at the gym to develop hand strength. Darielle plugged it into Janice's mouth. "That should keep you from speaking improperly." Darielle kept going. "And let's get off that damp skirt." She unbuttoned the front and tugged it off. Janice's long, stocking-sheathed legs looked beautiful in the candlelight.

"Spread your legs all the way for Darielle," Matt ordered.

"My, my, those panties are completely sheer—I can see your whole pussy!" Darielle said. "Is that the way you like it, you tramp?" She prodded Janice's mound through the panties. "It's so smooth, you probably shave your pussy every single day?" Janice nodded reluctantly, unable to explain that she had to. "Jesus, your panties are sopping wet! Do you want to catch cold?"

"No, Mistress," she mumbled through the gag. Darielle unhooked the garter belt's snaps from the stocking tops and pulled the panties all the way off, running her hands over the series of marks on Janice's abdomen. She rehooked the garter belt's snaps to the stocking tops. "Now get up and serve our entrée. Janice cringed as she stood before them, ball gagged, hands behind her head, wearing only the maid's white cap and black bra, stockings, garter belt and heels. She turned to the kitchen, realizing she was now exposing her whipped ass and thighs to her sister's view. She was lost in a swarm of thoughts, wondering if Matthew would force her to suck his cock in front of Darielle, whether he would cum in her mouth or shoot all over her face and tits while Darielle watched, gloating. Maybe he would even whip her and fuck her, with Darielle urging him on. Or maybe Darielle would whip her while Matthew was fucking her. Or maybe Matthew would whip her while Darielle was fucking her with a strapon . . . .

After serving steak, pomme frites and green beans to Darielle, Janice leaned over Matt with the serving dish. "Put it down on the table and lean over more," he said. He held his hand out to the side and slapped first one breast and then the other. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in air. He clamped his hand over her pussy and fingered her wet slit. "Now serve me and sit down." The main course was excellent.

Afterward, Darielle walked to Janice and whispered in her ear. "Since you like to show off your tits, they should be marked all the way around. Slapping will hardly do." Janice started to perspire. Darielle carefully aimed the bamboo at the outside of her sister's left breast and tentatively let go. But Darielle was surprisingly strong, and the cane connected to the base of the breast flesh with a solid "Thwack!" making the heavy breast bounce in recoil. Janice's only visible response was a strand of saliva that escaped from the ball gag and descended to her chest.

More confident, Darielle aimed further outward and released a harder hit, finishing with a blistering blow just beneath the aureole. Agonized, Janice was making mewling sounds without stop, but her hands never moved from behind her head. Darielle moved to her other side and lashed the outside of the second breast with three powerful strokes. More drool escaped the mouth gag. Although the heat lamps had been left in the den, Janice's body was covered with sweat. "That makes up for only a fraction of all the abuse you've shown me as a bratty sister."

Darielle picked up the napkin rings and forced one down onto each engorged breast, manipulating the tit flesh to fit. Janice whimpered. Her nipples had stiffened. Each was twice the width and three times the length of a pencil eraser. Matt tied a shoelace onto each and attached the ends to the lead candelabra. Slowly he rotated the candelabra. Her breasts first rose, then elongated into cones, then stretched obscenely. 

"Now for dessert," Matt announced. On the counter were a mixing bowl and whisking tool, a quart of heavy cream and a device for squeezing icing onto pastry. It consisted of a bag to hold the icing, leading into a funnel-shaped tin tube. Darielle poured the heavy cream into the mixing bowl and whisked it just as her sister had taught her, but not beating it so much that it became stiff. Rather, the consistency was between liquid and solid. She spooned it into the pastry-decorating device.

During Darielle's preparation, Matt had replaced Janice's chair with a kitchen stool. He pulled his mother's arms behind her, tied her hands to the back of the stool and knotted ankle cords to the front feet, arching her stomach and leaving her pussy, with its cane marks, prominently displayed just above the level of the seat. In the table center stood a set of modern salt and pepper shakers. They were soft plastic, with bullet-shaped heads. The salt shaker was nine inches high and two inches thick, while the pepper was six inches tall and one inch wide.

Matt and Darielle dipped strawberries into the bowl of whipped cream and enjoyed them. 

"This could get messy," Darielle said as she removed her blouse and skirt, revealing a gorgeous set of black lace bra and panties. She knelt in front of Janice's stool, her face at the same level as her sister's pussy. Darielle inserted the metal point of the decorating device into her sister's cunt and, accompanied by her sister's groans, squeezed in some whipped cream. She paused and looked up at her sister's shamefully aroused face. Since Darielle was doing all the work, Matt removed his pants and briefs, pulled the gag from Janice's mouth and replaced it with the full length of his cock.

Watching her nephew face-fuck her sister, Darielle pushed in several more inches of the funnel and squeezed the sac. Without warning, cream shot out of Janice's cunt with so much force it landed on Darielle's hair, face and chest. She laughed, but stopped squeezing and removed the funnel.

Matt placed the salt shaker in her palm and increased the tempo of his thrusts. Darielle, using both thumbs, nonchalantly shoved all six inches of the bullet-headed cylinder into Janice's cunt. Janice thrashed in the chair, chanting "Ugh! Ughhh! Unngghh!" over and over as Matt's orgasm released a load of semen into her mouth and she succumbed to her own first cum of the evening.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, her cheeks bulging to the utmost with his load. "I've trained her not to swallow without permission," he explained to Darielle. "This dessert is very rich, so let's take a break," he said.

He and Darielle took two candles from the candelabra. He dripped white wax onto one of Janice's breasts as Darielle did the other, making sure to aim the wax at the fresh welts on the outside of the breasts. Janice's stomach sucked in, raising her pussy as if she needed it to be coated as well, so Darielle knelt and poured wax onto her big clit. Janice bucked and thrashed in transcendent pain, reflexively projectile-spewing the mouth load of cum. It exploded onto Darielle's hair and face, as well as on Janice's front. Janice orgasmed for a second time.

Darielle didn't miss a beat. Astounded at the amount of her nephew's cum, she wiped it off her face, and as soon as Janice became aware of her surroundings, Darielle shoved the ball gag back in and said, "This is for spitting cum all over me." She slapped her sister's cheeks twice, leaving them smothered in cum. Then, Janice felt her asshole prodded as Darielle inserted the point of the pastry implement, filling her sister's chute with whipped cream. Darielle took the pepper shaker from Matt and forced its six inches up Janice's ass, Matt handed her one of two narrow metal cheese graters. He struck Janice's wax-covered breasts with one hand while pumping the salt shaker dildo with the other, while Darielle beat her sister's clit with the other grater, using her other hand to move the pepper shaker back and forth in her ass. Chunks of white wax broke off her nipples and clit as the graters simultaneously smacked them. Janice's third orgasm rocketed her to a new intensity.

She looked spectacular: gagged mouth, cum-smeared cheeks, whipped belly, breasts bulging out of the napkin rings, stretched nipples roped to the candelabra, and cream dripping from the gleaming silver salt and pepper shakers still wedged in both of her holes. The maid's cap, hanging at an angle on her head, was the crowning touch.

Darielle pulled the salt shalt out of her sister's cunt and collapsed in a chair. She yanked off her panties and drove the dildo right up her cunt. While she was bringing herself off, Matt started shooting Janice with the camera, knowing how well the photos would turn out to be. But he decided against making a move on his aunt. It was just too much, and he figured Darielle was probably satisfied with this much humiliation and punishment of her sister.

When he was finished with the camera, Matt turned to Darielle, who was recovering from her own orgasm. "Shall we take our after-dinner drinks out on the terrace?" Darielle wiped her head with a fresh dishtowel, rubbing Matt's cum into her hair, leaving it shining and lustrous. They left Janice hanging from the stool, her hips slowly rocking back and forth in the aftermath of overwhelming climaxes. The evening had gone so well that Matt was already planning a second session with somebody else, another close relative, but this time a male.

Don't miss the next chapter, where the secret of the Black Diary is revealed! Plus, Janice's future sessions are outlined and she's visited by her nephew.

Chapter Twenty — The Black Diary and Familiar Relations

Upon finishing breakfast with her son Matt, Janice found a new black journal book on the kitchen table. The obedient mother gulped, for the book was twice as thick as the original. For days, she'd been developing in her mind an elaborate, lengthy new recipe. She could barely wait to record it. She opened the new book, shocked to see that several pages were already filled with Matt's writing.

"We've completed all the 'recipes' in your original book," he said with a smile, "which was easy. As you suspected, I read your diary while you were on vacation. I also photocopied it. When you returned, all I did was follow every detail of your 'recipes,' although the proper word is 'scenes.' It was all there on the page. He closed his eyes to recall the details: "The baby doll, air conditioner, lingerie, the pool where you bared your tits, gave me a hand job and fucked yourself with the cigar tube. The mister, tea clamps, flyswatter, and perfume bottle you rammed up your ass. The hair blower, bolster, massage, and injector. The bamboo cane, the creamsicle and martini glass. The cream of wheat and binder clips. The clothes hanger and pestle. The maid's uniform, napkin rings, candelabra, pastry decorator and hot wax. Amazing. Almost all of it. Even the liniment and mouth gags."

She sat mutely, cringing with shame yet thrilled to hear him review their scenes. "Well, it's all there on the page," Matt continued, "except for those first nights in my bedroom and graduation night – although you did give me some ideas with your perfume bottle at the clubhouse and the spatula on the counter. However, I take full credit for what comes next."

His smile evaporated. "Now get started reading." By the bottom of page one, she looked up at him, panic-stricken. "I tried to include as much detail as you do," he said. She read page three, riveted. His "recipes" were incredibly humiliating and took her far beyond their latest experience. At the bottom of page two, she again looked at him, stunned. "No! I beg you—anything but this! How can you?" Had he learned about her sordid past? Did he know about her subjugation as a slut teen to the former Headmaster and priest?

Matt was unconcerned by her strong reaction. "You know very well that, with my marginal grades and test scores, I would never have been admitted to such a prestigious college without the Principal, as well as others, looking after me. I owe them."

"When you say 'the Principal,' do you mean Headmaster Knowles?" He nodded, noting how her breathing had quickened. She dared not mention the hot sex scenes of bondage and discipline she'd undergone with the previous Headmaster when she was a hormone-tormented teenager. Or how powerfully and helplessly she had been attracted to Father Hood (yes his actual name). The tall priest's magnetic air of authority, his stern expression had been overpowering. He had always taken care to give her special attention. She recalled the degrading detention class she'd served, when she'd shamelessly exposed herself to him and suffered the humiliating consequences, followed by a series of lurid, intimate confessions she'd made with his assistance in the sanctity of the confessional.

How she had always worn her shortest skirts and tightest blouses to confession. How he'd always demanded that she describe all her sexual contacts in great detail. How, at his urging, she'd sit with her legs splayed wider and wider, her skirt raised, until eventually she was stroking her sopping pussy through tight white panties. How she began embroidering her stories, making them increasingly lurid and debauched, until she was no longer enhancing them – she was completely fabricating them. How he'd declared that the standard penances would no longer work with her. How he'd asked if she'd ever submitted to corporal punishment to cleanse her soul and ordered her to appear alone at the Rectory late one night.

Flushed with the lurid memories, Janice continued turning pages under Matt's gaze, skimming the section about private board meetings at his prep school and the pages about the class below him, who would be seniors in September. Perspiration broke out on her chest.




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"Is there no limit to what you'll make me do?"

"Yes, five at a time . . ." Janice shuddered, wondering how long a scene like that might last. "With me leaving for college any day now, I felt responsible to make sure you were being. . . well-supervised."

"And if I say no to these . . . group sessions?" she said hotly, defiantly staring at him. But all Matt did was stare back, his eyes drilling into hers until she broke his gaze. They both knew she would obey his every command, that her slave history was just beginning. 

"How soon do I have to meet with them?" she asked, stunned that Matt would order her into such increasingly degrading scenes.

"The weekend after this. And you'd better not embarrass me with Alex like you did with Darielle. I'm starting you with other guys, and like Danielle, we'll start with someone in the family"

"Your cousin Alex? My nephew?" she said, startled. Alex was handsome and athletic. Matt nodded. "What about him? Why is he coming now?"

"He'll be here soon. I just didn't have time to write the 'recipe' for our session with him."

"Why didn't you warn me he was coming?"

"Don't worry, he'll be 'cumming' soon enough!" Matt joked. And Alex loves a good recipe." "He's also very dominating in school sports. Besides, he's already told me about coming over when you were sunbathing. I even know that you were wearing your white bikini. Now tell me what happened."

"He didn't have a suit, so I told him to wear one of your old ones. Without his shirt, he looked so good with his muscles and firm abs, although the suit was too small. . . I could see him. . . bulging against the fabric. I asked him to mist me with the atomizer and spread out my arms and legs on the chaise. But he didn't just spray my face, arms and legs, he did every inch of my front. You know how transparent that bikini is when wet, it's practically the only one you let me wear. I pretended to have my eyes closed, but I was actually looking at his crotch.

"He sprayed my top and bottom until he could see as much as wanted, getting to big I thought he'd split his suit. Then he went for a swim, practically waddling to the pool because of his hard-on. And when he climbed out of the pool, I could see his cock plain as day. All he did was stare at my tits and pussy."

"I've showed him all your photos." She gasped. "Don't worry, it's all in the family," Matt said, watching her squirm in debased excitement. 

Janice's face burned at this revelation. "Matthew, how could you? You had no right to do that. Obeying you is one thing. But a cousin is another." But Matt knew otherwise. Her words said one thing but her body language expressed another. Internally, she thought how much easier a callow boy like Alex would be, compared to the experienced and heartless masters like the priest and old Headmaster.

"It's not much different from letting your sister abuse and discipline you, is it? After all, Alex is not just family, he's also my best friend. Besides, Alex said you looked great in the shots. He had a hard-on the whole time he looked at them. I even promised you'd do anything he wanted."

Infuriated, Janice was also aware of an internal contradiction; her entire body was turned on. Her own nephew now knew she was a submissive slut to her son and sister. admittedly, she'd found Alex highly attractive for the last couple of years. She couldn't help picturing him, savoring the lurid photos, his pants bulging with that huge hard-on. Matt watched her, realizing she was so wanton that she was probably already fantasizing a scene with Alex.

"Remember, you've always taught me to not be selfish but to share," he stated. Matt ordered her hands up behind her head. "Put your hands in position. He'll be here any minute."

"Not in the kitchen!" she protested, "Anybody can see me from the front path." When he glared at her, she complied, her eyes darting nervously toward the window and front yard. Unable to resist, she said, "What do I have to do for him?"

"After all, you've already seen his cock at the pool. What better testament to my generosity and sense of sharing than to use your mouth on his prick?" He shoved his middle finger between her lips. "And you should be punished for leading him on at the pool." She found herself getting hotter. "Let's have him hit your tits." He slapped them both. "And present your cunt and ass?" He shoved her thighs apart, and slapped her pussy through the thin skirt.

There was a loud knock on the kitchen window next to the window. Startled, Janice saw Alex standing outside.

"Alex," Matt called. "Please come in." Once in the kitchen, Alex walked to the opposite side of his aunt's chair from where Matt stood. "You know that your Aunt Janice will do anything I say, right? Mother, are you ready to give Alex his graduation gift, so he'll have something to remember you by at college?" She stared at Matt, dumbfounded.

He began to unbutton her blouse as Janice squirmed in the chair. "It's broad daylight!" she cried, cringing in embarrassment. Matt didn't stop or slow down and pulled open her blouse, showing her breasts barely contained by a tight full-cup bra, the nipples in plain view beneath the thin fabric.

Alex was aware that her breathing was uneven. He was stunned as his eyes devoured his aunt's luscious, marred breasts and submissive pose. He didn't know if he was turned on more by her huge nipples or the marks covering the breasts, marks he hadn't noticed when he'd sprayed her bikini top. Matt was proud of the training he'd applied to his mother. She did not turn from Alex in the slightest, and her hands still clasped the back of her head. Perspiration formed on the top of her whipped breasts.

Alex's crotch was bulging. "Look at him," Matt ordered. Her eyes met those of Darielle's son. "Go ahead. Play with her." Alex tentatively caressed her breasts through the bra. "Not like that," Matt corrected. "She likes it hard. The rougher you are, the more she likes it. Watch." Matt pulled and twisted both nipples simultaneously. Her mouth fell open. Suddenly, Alex slapped both breasts. With that one action, both Janice and Matt instantly realized that Alex was a natural dominant. Janice moaned with pleasure. "That's it!" Matt said. He held up some hardware. "Go ahead and clamp her."

Alex clipped a clamp on top of the bra onto each nipple and tightened the screws so the clamps were horizontal to the table. "That's it. The more pain the better!" Matt enthused. Between the clamps and her aureole, Matt added two-ounce weights, hooking them over the nipples. "Somehow, putting the clamps and now these weights over the bra makes her look like even more of a slut." Smiling at his cousin, he pulled and twisted the clamps, setting the weights to swinging. Janice moaned louder. "Now we'll do the same to her cunt." He pulled off her skirt. She wore no panties.

"Squat on the chair," Matt ordered. Janice squatted; her knees open as wide as possible. Alex was transfixed, standing inches from his hot aunt's naked tits and open, shaved pussy. "Why don't you take off your jeans?" Matt suggested. Alex looked questioningly at his cousin. "Don't worry, she's a submissive and will do anything I tell her."

While Alex unbuckled and dropped his jeans and underwear, Matt attached two more weighted clamps to her labia. Alex was amazed at the sight of the heavy, gleaming metal elongating her pussy lips by inches. He held his throbbing cock inches from his aunt's wide mouth. She stared at his cock, an inch longer but not quite as thick as Matt's.

Without prompting, she took his semi-erect member into her mouth. Alex had never felt anything like it. Not only was she slithering her tongue around the underside of his prick, she was taking the whole length into her and pistoning back and forth at a fast speed. "I said, look at him," Matt commanded. Seeing her big eyes stare up at Alex as her large lips encircled his cock was the last straw. After a few seconds, Alex exploded into her mouth in the best cum of his life. His load was not as large as Matt's, but it was sizeable nonetheless.

After he pulled out and collapsed on a chair, he had a few moments to recover, then realized Janice was in the exact same position, her cheeks bulging with his teenage load, the weights swinging wildly. Matt held a glass at her mouth, but did not need to say a word. Her mouth opened and Alex's come ever so slowly flowed into the glass, filling it halfway.

Matt held the glass above her head and tilted it down, moving it left to right across the top of her forehead. Alex was mesmerized as his cum poured down her face like a slow-motion waterfall. She extended her long tongue like a cat and eagerly lapped up whatever fell off her nose. Streams descended to her breasts. Alex stared at her, but her head hung in shame and degradation. "See, Alex? There's no limit to how degraded she'll act. Savoring your load in her mouth, then spewing it into a glass so it can be poured all over her face and tits." Alex realized she was still in plain view of anyone standing outside. He could only wonder if this morning was the day the PG&E guy would come to check the meter. "Say thank you."

"Thank you, Alex," she mumbled, head hanging. Matt slapped her cheek. Even though it was a light slap, Alex's come flew off her soaked face. "Speak up, say it to his face and be specific."

Slowly, she raised her head till she looked at Alex, cringing with shame. Alex could hardly believe this was his aunt, her striped breasts covered in his juice. Cum still dripped off her eyebrows and chin onto her breast clamps, rivulets descending to the weights swinging beneath the breast clamps. "Thank you Alex, for permitting me to. . . service you before you leave for school."

"Service him in what ways?"

She swallowed with shame. "Thank you for clamping my breasts and letting me suck your cock."

"What else?"

She considered for a moment. "And thank you for cumming in my mouth."

"Go on."

"Thank you for letting me drink your sweet hot cum and have it coating my face and tits."

"Would you like to. . . ." Matt prompted.

"Would you like to use me in some other way?" she asked the amazed boy.

"Such as. . . ." Matt prompted again.

"Ummm. . . If it would get you off, You could whip or cane me. . . ." She looked at Matt for guidance. His eyebrows were raised.

"Oh – I mean, you can whip or cane my tits, ass or pussy. Matthew says my body marks beautifully."

"That's better," Matt said. "Now turn around for your whipping."

After she reversed herself on the chair, Matt pushed her chest against the vertical dowels forming the chair's back. He stretched her legs so they extended over the sides of the chair. He tried to shove her big breasts through the rods but the gap between dowels was slightly too narrow. Her entire body was now covered in a sheen of perspiration from the effort.

Matt thought of a solution, going to the kitchen cabinet that contained cooking and salad oils. He returned with a spray can of olive oil and liberally sprayed her breasts. While Alex pushed her from behind, Matt pulled on her nipple clamps, squeezing the breasts through the narrow apertures. Janice grunted from the strain, her breasts bulging obscenely through the bars. Matt removed his black leather belt and strapped it tightly around the base of both breasts, causing them to bulge even more.

He picked up the cane and began thrashing, striking her back with a "Thwack!" The nipple weights swung wildly in crazy arcs, knocking against the chair rods. After several blows, he told her to stand on the side rungs of the chair. When she stood, the new posture strained her breasts even more but gave him access to her sex.

Matt threw down the yardstick, dropped his pants, and pushed down on the small of her back to angle up her pelvis. Handing Alex a yardstick, he said, "Do her tits!" Alex's stick whistled through the air, making a "Crack!" as it landed on the bulging area of her oily breasts not cinched by the belt.

While his cousin continued, painting her breasts from different angles with livid markings, Matt drove into her well-lubricated cunt and fucked her ferociously. Sandwiched between the two boys, relishing the wicked blows in front and being slammed from the rear, Janice yelled louder until she came in a superb climax, collapsing off Matt's cock and sinking down onto the chair, whereupon Matt sprayed the indentation at the small of her back with shot after shot of ropey semen.

As usual, she appeared to have blanked out. "Be my guest," Matt said. Alex walked behind her and pulled his slut aunt up by the hips till her rubbery legs were again braced on the chair rungs. Without preliminary, he drove the length of his cock into her dripping cunt. She switched from comatose to a whirlwind of energy, cursing and urging on Alex as her pelvis twisted and pushed against his dick. He shot his load deep inside her and pulled out as she again collapsed on the chair, her long legs splayed obscenely.

Matt staggered to a kitchen drawer and came back with a plastic measuring cup, scooping up his seed from the little catchall in the small of her back till it was full to the brim and held the cup in front of her face, under her nostrils. The scent of fresh cum aroused her like smelling salts. Eyes open a crack, she willingly drank from the cup, slurping greedily, licking the cup till it was dry, and slumped limply again.

Alex removed a camera from his pants pocket. "Is it okay?" he asked Matt.

"Sure. I'll do the same." Each of the boys held her head level while the other photographed her.

When they were finished, Matt untied his belt from around her breasts and put it on his pants. "Well, Alex, we better get going."

"What about Aunt Janice?" Alex said, looking at her limp, whipped form.

"Oh, we'll leave her like that. Don't worry, the olive oil spray is within her reach if she needs another coating to squeeze those big tits out from the chair!"

"What if somebody sees her through the window?"

"Don't worry about it. She actually likes the humiliation of being exposed. It would probably get her all hot and bothered. Anyway, she'll be available to us during school breaks and vacations," Matt assured him, smiling over the prostrate beauty. "Think about what you'd like to do to her next time!"

"You mean, she'd actually let me do something more?"

"It's not a question of her letting you do anything. She's my slave. It's a matter of her obeying whatever I say." The boys headed out of the house. "And you can whip her, fuck her ass, anything—as long as you stay on my good side, cous!"

In the next posting, Janice is educated in her first experience outside the family which is also her first subjugation to a stranger—simultaneously ensuring a good college education for Matt.

Chapter Twenty-One — Toyed With in Public and The College Advisor's Interview

Matt reviewed how successful the previous day had been. First, his insatiable slut mother, Janice, filled with guilt about being a bad mother, convinced she had to make good, had tacitly agreed to weeks of SM scenes, where she would be the obedient slave of near-strangers while he would be away at college, thus repaying the favors he owed people. Then, Janice had stripped for Matt's cousin and allowed him to slap and clamp her breasts and pussy lips, sucked him off, sat there as she was drenched in his cum, permitted her tits to be bound and clamped, and let herself be whipped and fucked by her son and nephew. 

From that day in the kitchen onward, Alex would visit his submissive aunt once or twice every week, whether or not Matt was at home. Alex would enter, usually unannounced and without knocking, and Janice learned to submit then and there to his demands.

Janice had let Matt give her to family members, both male and female. He believed he had to keep pushing her limits, exciting her in new ways. The next step in his program was to subjugate her to a stranger. In the days that followed, he made plans for subbing her to somebody new.

During this time, Matt occasionally created newly humiliations for her, ones with a degrading element of public exposure. They were begun because he'd seen how aroused she'd become in the kitchen during the scene with Alex, when a delivery guy or postal carrier could have seen her sucking, being punished and fucking. First, Matt ordered her to fellate him in the car while they were driving to an evening movie. Then, in the rear of the sparsely-attended theater, he'd stuck a ball gag into her mouth for safety's sake, finger-fucked her to orgasm and smeared her juices across her face and chest.

For the next scene of potential public exposure, he had tied her hands to the overhead track of their partially open garage door while he fucked her cunt, pulling and twisting her nipples to test the effectiveness of her ball gag. They watched the feet and legs of several people pass by on the sidewalk as he fucked his hanging slave. Once, when he was savagely pounding her, she broke her silence and emitted a muffled scream. The sound could be heard outside. A pair of feet stopped and turned around, not sure what the sound was or even where it came from. After twenty seconds, the person moved on.

Then, one Saturday morning, Janice mentioned she had to go to the optometrist and do a few other errands. Surprisingly, Matt said he would accompany her. He then demanded a full-cup bra that was a size too small from her and disappeared with it into the garage, tinkering at the small workshop in the corner. When he returned, he ordered his curious mother to kneel in the kitchen and strip off her robe so she was nude.

First he coated her nipples with a spray can of canola oil. Then he pulled the modified bra onto her and forced it closed. Janice's body seized in surprise and she yelled in pain as a jolt shot through her cunt. Using a sheet of coarse-grain sandpaper from the workshop, Matt had cut two half-dollar size discs and inserted them into the ends of the bra cups. She squirmed, trying to relieve the torment of the grit abrading her hard, extended nipples.

"Get dressed. Wear one of the long, full skirts that have slits in the front and rear." Painfully, her cunt juicing, Janice complied. She dressed as quickly as possible, her nipples on fire. Several minutes later, she was leaning on the counter at her optometrist's with Matt standing next to her. He had chosen this office because he remembered that the large windows facing the street were covered with gray sun filters.

Mrs. Pauley, the front desk person, greeted them warmly. They made small talk about Matt's school and Janice's job. Mrs. Pauley began asking a series of questions about Janice's prescription, UV coating, plastic or metal frames, scratch protection, etc.

When Janice started answering questions, Matt inserted his hand into the front slit of her skirt and began fingering her pussy. She tried to push him away but he'd anticipated that move. She started to sweat. Matt switched to flicking her clit and Janice bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her son was actually fingering her in public! The very idea was ludicrous, yet it was happening like a bad dream. Matt pushed a finger into her twat and she grunted.

"What's that?" Mrs. Pauley said, looking up from the form on her desk.

"Oh, it's nothing, Mrs. Pauley," Matt said. "Mom's not feeling so normal this morning."

"Oh, is there anything I can get you?" asked Mrs. Pauley solicitously. Matt shoved another finger up Janice's creaming cunt and she grunted more loudly, her eyes fluttering. Mrs. Pauley's concern grew. "A glass of water? Aspirin?"

"N, no. . . no thanks, Mrs. Pauley," Janice stammered. "I'll be okay." Matt withdrew his drenched fingers and moved them to her ass. Janice stiffened. He forced both fingers past her anal ring. "Ohhh!" she cried helplessly. "M-maybe we should finish this another time," she managed to blurt out.




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"No, Mother," Matt said, "there's only a couple more details on the form. Can you see the paper okay?" She was still leaning on he counter. He pushed her closer to the form by pressing on her back till her breasts touched the counter, which looked like a perfectly normal position. She gasped as the rough sandpaper crushed her poor nipples. Mrs. Pauley looked even more concerned but Janice, grimacing, said, "Let's just finish, Mrs. Pauley."

Mrs. Pauley checked off the last item and thanked them as Matt's fingers exited his slave mother's ass. Her body relaxed and she raised her chest off the counter. "Th-thanks, Mrs. Pauley." They headed toward the door, Janis grateful for the long skirt so Mrs. Pauley couldn't see the streaks of cunt juice on her inner thighs descending almost to her knees.

"My pleasure, Janis. Feel better. It's so wonderful to see Matt helping when you don't feel well."

"Yes, he knows exactly how to handle me," Janice said ruefully.

Matt smiled as they left and said to Mrs. Pauley, "It's nothing that any loving son wouldn't do."

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During these weeks, Matt also bound his pain-slut more frequently. Sometimes the postures would result in sex, sometimes not, as when they would watch TV in the den with her tied on the floor in front of him, her head, shoulders and knees on the carpet, hands tied to her ankles with red rope.

Other times he would bind her to the wrought iron footboard of his bed. She considered it a privilege to be in the inner sanctum of his bedroom, the place where he'd inflicted so much of her initial servitude. The bed's ironwork had a swirling floral pattern, so it was easy to tie her to different parts.

Some evenings he ordered her to kneel on the bed and would tie her facing the television, suspended from the ceiling a foot from the end of the bed. He always bound at least her waist and breasts to the iron. That way he could flog or crop her back, ass and rear thighs while she watched an S/M DVD.

A variation was to have her kneel on the bed at the foot but facing the head. Matt would pull her legs through the iron and fasten them. Then he would tie her arms, waist and/or shoulders to the footboard. Now he could have access to her entire front. Frequently he would position her leaning forward, arms stretched behind, so her heavy breasts would be even more prominent for slapping, clamping and caning.

For other sessions, he would make her kneel on a stool positioned at the foot of the bed and force her breasts through the iron rail, tying them off. Thus facing the bed, he could tease and whip her breasts as he watched a porno on the screen.

Over these weeks, it became clear to Janice that Matt was preoccupied with something. Eventually, she realized he must be planning another session, in all probability a major one. She conjectured whether she'd be forced into a scene with both her sister Darielle and Darielle's son Alex together, and whether Janice's lust for Matt might be a family trait shared by Darielle's longing for Alex? Or would Matt order Janice to fuck Alex while Matt did Darielle? However, Janice's musings about Darielle and Alex were way off the mark.

She also was curious: Would Matthew introduce her to any new implements? She hoped he would not pierce her nipples or clit, or force her to wear rings through them. The idea turned her off, as did tattoos or branding her mound or ass.

A few nights later, after dinner, Janice was changing into the new skirt and blouse Matt had told her to wear when the doorbell rang. Several minutes later, she was standing nervously in the kitchen when Matt appeared. "Like I told you, Mr. Wheland, the admissions advisor for our area, has arrived from my college. There's a problem with my admission and he needs to speak with us."

She felt the beginnings of panic. "But Matt, I can't meet a stranger dressed like this, especially not your college advisor." She became flushed, recalling the stern old Headmaster and magnetic priest.

"Let's see: You've already been naked in front of your own nephew. Not to mention how you sucked him off. Then he watched you get those big tits into bondage and let him whip you while we both fucked you. So I hardly think it's a big deal for Mr. Wheland to meet you when you're wearing a skirt and blouse. Besides, Mr. Wheland and I have had. . . a frank discussion.

She hung her head, trying to control the rush of sex heat running through her as she listened to the description of her disgusting behavior in the kitchen with Alex. "Did you show him any photographs?" she asked indignantly.

"As a matter of fact, yes. . . I did. . . all of them." She felt helpless as a surge of excitement shot up from her groin. "Don't worry, Mr. Wheland is an experienced and discerning man, a connoisseur of. . . specialized photography."

Sensing how tense she felt, he took her hand and led her into the den. Mr. Wheland was pacing impatiently by the fireplace. The older man, about sixty, was well dressed in a traditional style: a navy blazer, tan slacks and loafers. He was tall and lean with a stern face, which didn't look as if it laughed often. She could see the same cruelty and control in his eyes that she witnessed in Father Hood's, who could see through her as being a cock-hungry, natural submissive. She wondered if Mr. Wheland could do the same.

"Ah, there you are, Janice." He took her hand firmly, but instead of shaking it, he turned her around. "You look lovely in that blouse and short skirt."

"Oh! Why, thank you," she replied, blushing.

Satisfied, he sat in the chair, the chair she would always remember as the one where Matt had first whipped her breasts, made her suck his cock and swallow his cum. "Janice, serve us drinks, including one for yourself. Make them doubles." Janice noticed he had not waited for her as host to make the offer of drinks. Nor did he say please. He had taken control, instantly and naturally. "I'll have a double scotch on the rocks."

"Yes, sir." She made his drink, plus a double vodka rocks for Matt and a triple white Russian for herself. She served the drinks, so nervous she swallowed a third of hers in a single gulp.

"Sit," he said.

She went to sit next to Matt on the sofa, but Wheland said, "No, sit on the coffee table facing me. And Matthew, sit in the chair next to me so we can both see your mother." She thought his command to sit on the table was a bit odd and rather forward but did so. "Your mother is indeed lovely, Matthew," he said, his eyes unabashedly roaming her body.

"Janice, your son has already answered a series of questions about what a . . . cooperative woman and mother you are. Answered in detail . . . For example, I know what a talented cook you are, and what . . . unusual ideas you have about . . . creative uses for foods." Her head snapped toward Matt, eyes wide in alarm, but his face was blank. To cover her embarrassment, she had more of her drink. "Are you aware that Matthew's record gave him no chance of gaining entrance to our college?"

"Yes, I suppose so," she said, feeling as though she, as a single mother, was at least partly to blame. 

"But Matthew has other qualities. You might say the whole equals more than the sum of the parts. I alone have the authority to grant or deny his admission, which all depends on this meeting tonight." Very apprehensive, Janice finished the remainder of her cocktail. Matt stood and made her a second drink. "Our college believes that one of the essential ingredients in good students is active, willing participation from their parents. Do you agree with that educational concept?"

"Why, yes, I do, absolutely." Janice took another swallow from the second glass.

"Good. Because if we are assured that Matthew's mother is willing to do what it takes, then I can assure you he will have the best possible education and possibilities for whatever path he chooses after college." He paused. "Is that correct?" He sat on the edge of the ottoman, close to her, and leaned forward, taking her chin and raising it until their eyes locked. "I asked you a question and am waiting for a reply." She glanced at Matt, who stared back at her, stone-faced. As the saying goes, the air was thick with tension. She nodded, grateful to be feeling a major buzz from the alcohol. She drank again.

"Of course you can," Wheland replied approvingly. "First of all, I'm not a stranger, since Matthew and I have met before and since I'm a guest in the privacy of your own home. Secondly, your willfulness is your first infraction. Third, you were most obedient with your own sister and nephew. Fourth, we all know that this is the next step in your training, learning obedience from experienced older men." She was too humiliated to respond. "And we all know that deep down, you crave more punishment, more discipline to compensate for your shameful feelings of being a neglectful, inadequate mother. Don't we?"

Janice nodded slightly, incredulous that this domineering man was saying such degrading things to her "You deserve to pay the price for being a bad mother. For example, you were late mailing Matthew's letter to me, weren't you?" She nodded again. "Its lateness caused extra work for me and for my admin."

"Would you like to know tonight's agenda?" She nodded. "For the first half, we'll strip and clamp your wet clit and luscious tits. Then I'll insert an anal plug into your ass for stretching. "During the first half, you'll be DP'd. Do you know what that means, Janice?" She shook her head. "Double penetration, which I think will be a very exciting experience for a submissive of your appetites. You'll blow your son on your knees while I fuck your cunt from behind. That should be nothing new or special to you, considering the scene you had with Matthew and your nephew." She turned to look at him, deeply degraded that he would verbally announce such an explicit agenda to her, like a waiter reciting a menu.

"Yes, I know all about that. Then your son and I will give you a hot cum bath, shooting our ejaculations on you, not in you. Again, that's nothing new or special to you, considering what a cum slut you appear to be. We'll take a break, during which you'll be chained, hanging against the wall, your tits bound with a tight chain connecting them to your stretched clit." Wheland observed her carefully: the flushed chest, excited breathing and glazed expression. "During the second half, you'll have another DP." 

He stood, removing his blazer, laid it on the chair and sat down again. He undid his silk tie and removed it. "Matthew, remove your tie as well." Matt placed his tie in Wheland's outstretched hand. "Janice, you look flushed. Your face and neck are red. How shall we begin? I know, let's do this together. I'll undo my shirt buttons while you undo your blouse."

She turned to Matt, a final plea. "Matthew, he's a complete stranger! I can't!"

Wheland considered her a moment. "All right, as a one-time concession to your shyness, we'll begin with your blouse on. But I'm not pleased. My first command and you resist. Apparently you're bucking for added punishment, which you'll get in time. But now: Matthew, pull your dick out of your pants." Matt stood awkwardly, his hard-on stretching his pants, and carefully unzipped. "Walk over to your mother and squeeze your pre-cum all around her face."

Matt pumped his shaft and smeared his cock all over Janice's forehead. Just as he produced a phenomenal amount of semen, he also contained a huge amount of pre-cum. Janice shuddered in debasement as her son coated her cheeks, nose, lips and chin with pre-cum, until her entire face glistened obscenely. To add to the lurid sight, drops fell off her chin and cheeks onto her breasts.

Mr. Wheland sat down on the ottoman, reached inside his blazer and removed a short leather tawse. "That's better. Now, you have incredibly fat nipples. They belong more to a submissive slut more than to a normal mother, you know?" Without warning, he slapped the tawse into the side of her left breast. As she was reacting, he quickly struck the side of the other breast even harder. Janice gasped, more in surprise from the suddenness of the attack than from any pain.

Mr. Wheland reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out several large plastic clips, the type used to hold notes on refrigerators, or organize bills and papers, or keep bags closed. The handles were black rubber and the wide tips were red plastic, the inside of the clamps lined with ridges. "I found these in the kitchen keeping your 'recipe' book open."

He leaned forward to apply them when she said, "No, they'll ruin my expensive new blouse." Staring defiantly at Matt, she unbuttoned the blouse and removed it. Wheland sat back, stunned by the beauty of her breasts, the oversized aureola and the massive nipples, the smooth, olive skin so crisscrossed with livid marks that her breasts looked like a piece of abstract art. He had never seen aureoles and nipples of such a dark color, or such a size, before. Nor had he ever seen breasts with such dense, livid welts. She must have a massive capacity for submission—and pain.

"My goodness. It's as if your breasts are made for us to do whatever we like with them." He leaned forward and tightly tied a necktie around the base of each breast, making the tit flesh bulge. Janice gasped in discomfort. "They're so big they've got plenty of room for two devices: a weight hanging from the base and a clamp at the tip to hold the weight. But that will come later." To distract her, he asked, "Janice, why don't you tell us what you consider Matthew's . . . shall we say, hidden qualities to be?" Her entire body jerked as the first clip sank into her thick right nipple. By reflex, as a jolt of excitement jumped from her breasts to her cunt, her thighs also spread.

Mr. Wheland used the tawse to spread the hot mother's thighs wider apart. Again using the tawse, he pushed the skirt up both thighs till it was bunched at her waist, exposing her panty-covered pussy. Even from this angle he could see her thick labia bulging against the taut sheer fabric.

"Matthew's hidden qualities?" She spoke with difficulty, adjusting to the strong pain. "Um, he's very firm as the man of the house. He won't permit me to be contrary or disobedient."

"Tell me more . . . intimate qualities." She felt a wave of humiliation. "Matthew, your mother is sitting here exposing her big tits. The least you can do is remove your shirt." Matt complied. Reflexively, Janice turned her head to look at his smooth, hard chest. While she was looking to the side, Wheland applied another clamp to her left nipple.

"For example, he's handsome and sexy," she said, lips compressed in pain.

"That's not what I meant." He twisted the grip on her right nipple as she hissed.

"All right, please stop. I'll tell you. He has a beautiful cock, and I love it when he forces me to suck it and cums in my mouth," she blurted. She stopped, amazed at what she'd confessed to this man.

"That's better. But it's not enough." He twisted the clip on her left nipple. "Argh! Please, no more! I also get excited when Matthew punishes me and I'm grateful when he agrees to fuck me."

Wheland slapped the grip on the left nipple. "He fucks my cunt and my asshole too." Wheland slapped the grip on the other nipple. "I'm submissive to him so he whips me when I deserve it."

"That's better," Wheland said. "Pull up your skirt." She raised the skirt to her waist, showing her stocking tops, thighs and bare pussy. He pushed her legs and thighs so wide it hurt and placed his knees inside hers to keep them open. Wheland turned to Matt. "Her clit and her lips are the thicket and longest I've seen. You'll have to weight the lips regularly, so they stretch even longer. You should be able to get an extra inch, so that even on the rare occasion when she's wearing panties or a thong, the labia will hang down outside the gusset. A lovely effect." Matt nodded.

Wheland turned back, staring at her pussy. "Open up," he said. It was obvious what he meant. Janice gripped her labia and pulled, exposing the soaked gash. "Pull harder," he ordered, till she was administering pain to herself. Swiftly, he added a third grip to the hood of her clit as she gasped in pain and shuddered with excitement.

He stood. "Kneel on the ottoman." She knelt, legs and thighs extended wide to the edge, the tit and clit clamps protruding obscenely, declaring her place as a slave toy. "Place your hands on the floor." Once she did, the skirt fell to her waist, exposing her cunt and ass, so beautiful they looked like an open invitation. He marveled at her tight ass, densely covered with marks. He said, "Lower yourself so your head is on the carpet." It was an awkward and difficult stretch, but she managed, leaving her cunt and ass even more sluttishly on display, gaping wide.

Wheland removed a wooden plug from his pants. "I found this kitchen item in one of your drawers, which was not shut properly, but I don't even know what it's for. Tell me, Janice. As the slave you are, or, if you prefer, as an obedient slut. What's it for? And think carefully before you answer."

She answered immediately, her voice so low and throaty with pain and lust that it was not easy to understand. "It's for you or Matthew to place into my cunt or my ass as you please."

"Very good, Janice. "Well put! Because you're not only a cum and pain slut, you're also an anal slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir." He greased the wooden plug with a bottle of lube and twisted the first inch into her nether opening. "The reason why it's going in your ass is because I'll be fucking your cunt while you suck off your son." She shuddered at the words. He screwed another few inches into her. "I want you to know how it feels to have something hard up your ass while your cunt being's slammed."

He inserted the reminder. He knelt down beside her to whisper in her ear. "Has a cum slut like you ever had the pleasure of double penetration with two live cocks?" He yanked on her hair to open her eyes as he stared into her face.

She whispered so only he could hear. "Not yet, sir." She felt she had to confess. "But I've dreamed about it for a long time."

He smiled. "Get up and face the ottoman." Moving slowly, she stood, looking down at the clips extending out from her nipples. She savored the feel of the large wood plug filling her ass.

"Matthew, take off all your clothes and sit on the ottoman." Matt obeyed, his thick prick pointing at Janice's face. "Would you like your mother to blow you?"

"Yes, sir."

"I thought as much. Janice, get down on your knees." Wheland lifted the rear and front of her skirt, tucking them into her black leather belt. "Janice, I'm going to whip you while you go down on your son's cock." He removed a short fishing pole from his briefcase, the kind that folded into subsections. He snapped the sections together and swung it through the air to test the assembly. It made a fearsome whoosh.

Wheland struck the top of her ass as she licked up and down the length of Matt's cock. He hit the middle of her ass and she closed her big lips around Matt's crown, swirling her tongue around the head. He hit her so hard on her lower ass that her mouth sank all the way to the root of Matt's cock. Frantic to avoid another brutal strike, she pistoned her head up and down the entire shaft. Wheland was impressed that, even with the boy's cock embedded all the way in her mouth, she never once choked or gagged.

He removed his pants and shorts to the sound of her noisy slurping and the boy's groaning. Once he coated his prick with lube, Wheland knelt behind her. Without his asking, she spread her knees as far as possible, which pleased him, appreciating the dark shade of the skin circling her asshole, securing the plug. He could see the black and red clip hanging between her legs from her clit, like a red flag leading the way to ecstasy.




Mother's Helper



"Mom," asked Patti, "why did you thank Paul?"

"I was having dinner with Rita and him, and asked him how to tell you two about some changes in my relationship with Harry I had been considering. He asked some questions about how you two and Dottie got along, and how you and Harry got along. His questions made me see there were some issues I had to see to first." She looked at Patti. "I hoped I was wrong, but I was afraid of what you told me, and I suspect he's been abusing Dottie, too."

Back at the Tomkins, Paul had finished cleaning up the kitchen and joined his mother on the couch, watching TV. After a few minutes, she curled her feet under her and leaned into his side. He put his arm around her shoulder and drew her in tight. When the movie credits started to roll, she reached up and kissed his cheek. "Does that offer still stand?" she asked softly.

He turned toward her, pushing her slightly more upright, his arm still around her shoulder, but with his fingers now grazing her breast. Rita pushed herself up some more, pushing the breast into Paul's hand as their open lips met. Paul pulled back from the kiss. "Do you want your bath first?"

She smiled at him, her eyes full of love. "Sweetie, if this goes the way I think it's going to go, we'll need a shower or bath afterwards, anyway, so let's wait on that."

"Hmm. Should I be worried?" he asked, slipping his hand inside his mothers shirt.

She moaned into his mouth, having resumed their kiss. "Only if you intend to not satisfy me fully. I want you to replace all my toys tonight. Do you think you can do that?"

"All of them, even..." he asked

"All of them, even..." she agreed, smiling.

He helped her up from the couch, then, standing in front of her, bent down to lift her by her butt cheeks. She squealed with delight, putting her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips as he carried her to the staircase going to the second floor. "Put me down, now." she ordered. He did, then followed her up the stairs, his hands holding her butt. 

Rita laughed all the way to the top of the stair. She had not received this kind of playful sexual attention in over 20 years. It was heady stuff, better than any wine she had ever had.

In her room she turned to Paul so he could unfasten her buttons and slide her shirt from her shoulders and over the casts. Then he dropped to his knees and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down and removing them. Rita stood before him, nothing but panties between him and her lady. He reached to pull them down, and saw her panty liner. "Damn!" he swore.

"What is it, honey? Is there some problem?"

"Your UTI, it means I can't kiss you like I want."

"Me, too, but don't worry, unless you are totally turned off by this old body, I don't think this is going to be what Sally calls a one off. At least I hope not."

Paul looked up at his mother. Without a word he stripped off his shirt and undershirt, then unfastened his slacks. Standing up, he left them on the floor, his only clothing now, a well tented pair of boxers and his socks. His mother looked at his crotch and smiled, reaching for him. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. Placing her in the middle, he lay down beside her, embracing her and rolled her to face him, pulling her hips to his, her mouth to his. 

His hands explored her body, searching for those unique areas which would heighten her arousal. Her lack of flexibility in her arms and hands frustrated Rita. She wanted to touch, caress, feel her son with her hands. She broke their kiss. "Paul, listen to me. Right now, I don't want you to make love to me. I'm already so friggin' wet, it feels like I wet the bed. Right now, I just want you to fuck the bejeezus out of me. Don't worry about hurting me, or making me come, fuck me, use me, spray your cum all over the inside of my cunt. And do it now! Please."

"Are you sure, Mom? I don't want to hurt you, and I'm so damn hard I could use my cock as a stone drill,"

Rita smiled. "I'm sure. Just give in to the lust. We'll make love later."

Paul pushed her on to her back and positioned himself between her knees. He dragged the head of his cock up and down her labia, uselessly lubricating it since precum was flowing copiously from his piss slit. With it in position, he pushed gently forward, embedding his coronet in his mother. 

He heard her breathe in sharply through her nose and glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. "Are you okay, Mom?" he asked, anxiously.

"Oh, yes, baby, I'm fine," she said, a smile taking over her face. "Don't stop, just do it, fuck me, fuck your momma!"

Paul dropped down to rest on his elbows, wrapping his mother in his arms, his chest pressing on her breasts. He pushed his hips forward, burying his eight inch tribute to Priapus in his mother's Venusian sheath. "Yesssss," she hissed.

"Oh, Fuck! You feel so damn good!" he cried. "I love you, Momma," he said softly in her ear as he began moving his hips in the manner of men since time immemorial. 

Mother and son joined three times before sleeping that night, her climaxes almost too many to count. Rita woke her son in the morning with that most delightful combination of experiences, the blowjob and cowgirl fuck.

Sally stopped by after work to thank Paul in person. He was at the grocery store when she arrived, giving her the opportunity to chat with Rita. She noticed the smile Rita wore, the light in her eyes, the smile in her voice.

"I swear, Rita, having a little time off has done you a ton of good. It almost like you got lucky last night." Rita's blush was unmistakable. "You did get lucky! You sneaky so and so! Who?" Rita simply shook her head, not trusting herself to talk. "C'mon! I tell you about everyone I hit the sack with. You claim you're not seeing anyone, and the only guy you see with any regularity is your...No! You fucked Paul! OMiGod! You did, didn't you? I can see it in your face. Damn, if he can make you look like that, he must have been pretty good."

"Sally, don't say anything to him, promise me. We had a very long talk this morning about keeping it secret."

"Rita! I might advertise my own indiscretions from the rooftop, but I don't talk about other people's, especially friends. So, dish, girl. How did the nasty happen?"

Before Rita could answer, Paul was heard pulling into the driveway. In a few minutes, he came in from the kitchen, where he had left the groceries. He greeted Sally with a hug and cheek kiss, a little surprised by the intensity of her hug. Then he bent down to kiss his mom's cheek, only to meet her lips, enticing him to linger a bit. When he stood back up, his mother saw the question in his eyes. "Sally guessed about us. I guess I seemed too happy today."

"Seemed!" laughed Sally. "Your smile was wider than if you combined smiles from the whole SNL audience." She went to Paul and put her arms around his neck. "I stopped by to thank you for your input yesterday about the girls and Harry. Did you know, or suspect something?"

Paul cocked his head, looking at her, thinking. "Suspected. A few weeks ago, I had to go the University Library after supper. I saw Patti there and stopped to say hello. She was studying, which I thought was odd, because I knew she and Diane usually worked together in your dining room. I asked her why and she said Harry was there. Her expression told me she didn't think much of him; when I asked her why, she blushed and blew the question off. Her reaction was enough to make me think Harry had either made a pass or tried to do something inappropriate."

"Well, thank you," she said, pulling him down to give him a taste of tongue. `You were right. Harry tried to cop a feel off both my girls, the SOB. Worse, I asked Diane to speak to Dottie, his daughter, to ask her if he was trying to touch her. She broke down crying when Di asked her. 

Di took her to the nurse and explained what she said. The nurse called the school social worker, who called the cops. They called Harry and asked him to come to the school, saying Dottie had a problem. When they confronted him, he confessed. His ex is flying back from Wyoming to take Dottie back with her; meantime, she's asked to stay with us because of Di."

"I'm glad I could help. Um, I better get dinner started. Are you staying?"

"Depends," she said, with a sexy leer. "Are you what's for dessert?"

Paul blushed and retreated to the kitchen.. "Sally!" laughed Rita. "Easy on him; he's practically a baby, still."

"I doubt that; I found out he knows how to kiss. So, how was it last night?" she asked, sitting next to her friend.

Making sure her son couldn't hear them, Rita answered, "He damn near wore me out. I stopped counting after ten orgasms, to his three. I always hear women complaining when their husbands fall asleep after one ejaculation. Damn, when he was done, it was like a river of cum running out of me. 

"Lord knows, I haven't had enough experience to count, but after last night and this morning, I've been bordering on giddy all day. It was worth waiting twenty-two years."

"Kinda like newlyweds who have just discovered sex. Great isn't it?" she asked, grinning at her friend. "I don't suppose you'd want to share your new, oops, I almost said toy. He isn't that, is he?" It was as much a statement as it was a question.

"No," Rita answered, "he's not a toy. In spite of our relationship, he really is my lover. That being said, because of our relationship, I don't have claims of exclusivity on him. If he wants to be with other women, I can't stop him. And anytime he wants to make love with me, I can't deny him."

"Rita, I wouldn't do anything to interfere with this new facet of your relationship with Paul. I wasn't thinking of some sort of date leading to sex, more along the line of a threesome now and then. Enough to keep the edge off until I find someone new to get serious with."

"A threesome. Hmm, give me a chance to nibble your bubbies? That might be fun" She giggled at Sally's look of surprise. "Just kidding, girl. 

"Let us get used to each other a little, then, when I get the casts off, I'll ask him what he thinks. Since he is an otherwise normal, healthy 22-y.o., I imagine you are in for a prime pussy pounding in a couple of weeks."

In the kitchen, because the two women's voices had gradually crept up to normal volume, Paul overheard the suggestion for a threesome. He immediately got hard, just thinking of getting to have sex with Sally, one of his stroke fantasies since he had met her while in middle school. Barely thinking about it, he called, "Hey, Sally, before you leave, could I speak to you out here?"

"Sure, stud, be right there."

In a few minutes she appeared, her purse over her shoulder. "What's up?"

"Over here," he whispered, "I don't want Mom to hear." She walked over to stand next to him. He turned to face her, their bodies practically touching. Before she knew what he had done, his arm was around her waist, his tongue caressing hers in a hard, passionate kiss. When she started to return it, his hand softly caressed her breast. When they broke from the kiss, he bent down and placed his mouth over her obvious nipple and blew softly, sending a wave of warmth over the full, sensitive mammary. 

She groaned and slumped into him. "You motherfucking little tease. Oh, shit, I didn't mean that, not that way. Damn."

Paul laughed at her discomfiture. "Shhh, I know what you mean. I called you out to let you know I like the idea of a threesome. Why don't you come over Sunday afternoon? We'll surprise Mom.

"How would you feel about including Patti? Diane's still a little young, isn't she?"

"She just turned seventeen but since you're over twenty-one, yeah. I don't know about Patti, especially after this business with Harry."

"Just consider it. You could approach it from the aspect of simply sex for the sake of sex; how'd you put it, to keep the edge off. She'd have her needs met until she was ready to start looking seriously."

She reached up to kiss him again. It lasted a bit longer than either anticipated. When she backed up, Sally looked at him, her eyes dark with passion. She looked down to see the sizeable lump in Paul's jeans. "Rita," she called, unfastening the waistband on her uniform slacks, "I'm sorry, I can't wait." She looked at Paul and reached for his belt.

When his pants were down below his hips, she turned to lean on her arms on the table. "Fuck me, kid! Fuck me as hard and fast as you can." Paul slid into her, to the bottom of his root, in a single thrust. Her moan of pleasure was clearly heard in the living room. Rita's laugh was heard by her friend. "Ooohh! Go to hell, Rita! This is your fault, talking about the river of come he left in you. Uuunnnnnnhhh! Oh! Mother! Fuck! Yessssss! O, shit! I'm c...c...c...cccoooooooommmmmmm!" as she began to shake, quiver from head to toe, babbling word sounds. 

From the doorway, Rita cheered them on. "I've seen one or two porn films over the years. This was way better." She walked up and put her arm around Paul. "You did good, baby. Did You finish?" He shook his head, breathing deeply. "Can you take some more, Sally, or do you want to finish him in your mouth?"

"Paul," she panted, "how do you feel about anal?"

"I've never tried it, but always wondered what it would be like."

"Rita, there's a bottle of lotion in my purse. Oh, damn! I'm sorry. Just spill everything on the table. See it, Paul? Spill about a teaspoon on my butthole and rub it in. That's right."

As Paul massaged the lotion into Sally's crinkle, he felt himself re-harden in her quim. He began rocking back and forth in her while pushing the lotion inside her back door. Soon he was giving her full thrusts, and receiving the same. His thumb was fully embedded in her ass. She was trying to say something, but all that could be heard was, "uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh."

In a few minutes he felt the tingle at the back of his knees that signaled his impending climax. Soon it was traveling up the back of his legs. Sally suddenly went as stiff as a board. The tingle reached his nuts and he spray painted the inside of Sally's quim with man seed. Sally's cry and sudden release coincided with his spray. He caught her before she fell to the floor, then maneuvered them into a chair, his soft cock still buried in her.

(To be continued) 



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 01



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

The characters and events are entirely fictional and the author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. 

This chapter is largely to set the scene and establish the characters, it is intended to be the first part of a novella, if there is sufficient interest I will post subsequent chapters. Thanks to rjjtest1 for editing the story for me.

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Bobby Stevens flew down the Colorado mountain side, his skis gliding over the powdery snow. The sky was a brilliant blue and the air was fresh in his face. Somewhere far away he could faintly hear someone calling his name but he paid it no attention. Ahead trees loomed but he confidently navigated the slope changing direction effortlessly with a shift of his weight from side to side, the voice in the distance grew louder and seemed strangely familiar. Bobby was picking up speed now as the gradient increased and the trees grew more numerous. No matter, it was nothing he couldn't cope with. At 18, he was a star athlete at high school and an experienced skier. A voice called his name from somewhere in the distance. 

As he rounded a curve in the slope he found his skis slipping under him; ahead, a thick stand of conifers barred his path, and he struggled to keep control. The snow felt like quick sand and his movements seemed sluggish.

"Bobby!" The voice was so near now, but he had to get control or he would go headlong into the trees. The forest rushed towards him at a frightening speed, the trunks looming more massive now as he neared them.

"Bobby!!" the voice was almost in his ear now. He tried to cry out and put his arms up to protect himself but his voice didn't work and his hands seemed rooted. The sickening jolt of bone on unyielding wood was only seconds away.

"Bobby!! Bobby!! BOBBY!!" The voice was impossible to ignore now, and he found himself being drawn towards it, floating up through a dark heavy fog towards the light. He forced his eyes open against the light and tried to focus and to his disbelief he found himself staring at a huge pair of breasts swaying in front of his face. 

"BOBBY!!" The voice seemed familiar but all he could focus on was the beautiful heavy boobs that swayed inches from his face. "Bobby, wake up!!" They were the most incredible sight he had ever seen, huge, pale and barely restrained in a lacy top. "Bobby wake up!!" The voice seemed so familiar now, but those boobs! His morning boner felt like an iron bar and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab those huge tits, but his hands didn't move. In fact, when he tried, they sent jolts of pain up his arms. "BOBBY!!" The voice snapped him out of his reverie, it was so familiar it was...his mother! 

Then the memories came back to him, the skiing accident, being airlifted to hospital, his smashed wrists. Still in a daze, he wondered, "If his mom was calling his name who was he looking at?" Then it hit him with a jolt - he had been ogling his own mother's breasts! Through the fog of sleep and pain killers he peered up to see her looking down at him. 

"About time you woke up sleepy head!! I thought I was going to have to set fire to the bed!" He glanced back down guiltily at the view she was offering him of her huge heavy breasts swaying in a low-cut, silk teddy. "Come on we've just got time for your shower!" she said as she shook his shoulder, simultaneously causing her boobs to jiggle one last time before standing up. 

Shower? Oh crap, he'd forgotten that the hospital had released him home early on the condition that his mother could care for him. Since she was a nurse it made perfect sense to care for him at home and save the medical bills. Perfect sense, that is, until the issue of a morning boner came up. How the hell was he going to explain this? He didn't know if she'd seen him staring at her tits but she was sure as hell going to see his hard-on. 

"Errrm, Mom it's ok, I'm pretty tired. You go ahead and go to work." 

"Now look," she said, sitting next to him on the bed, so that he was looking... straight at her boobs, which were once again at eye level. "We had this conversation and we agreed that if you were going to leave hospital early I was going to have to look after you, and that includes washing you. I'm not having you stinking up the house and getting bed sores." 

"Uh yeah... I know but..." he struggled to come up with an excuse and wished his hard-on would go away but it only seemed to get even bigger. If only she wasn't wearing that little silk nightie. Didn't she know every time she moved her boobs jiggled like two mounds of jello in an earthquake? He could even see the outlines of her nipples. 

"What's the matter, are you embarrassed? I'm a nurse, you've not got anything I haven't seen a thousand times before. Now either you get in the bathroom or I'm going to have to book you back into the hospital." 

He knew that she would do it as well, not out of spite, but rather to make sure he was cared for. He also knew part of the reason she released him early was that she couldn't afford the bills. Since his father had died in a light aircraft crash a few years earlier the insurance money had largely gone on his expensive private education. They still had the house, but mom's wages were only just enough to make ends meet. "Ok, ok, you win!"

"Good" 

She flounced off to the bathroom, her sexy bottom swaying in the silk teddy and leaving him to hobble out of bed in his t-shirt and sweat pants, trying desperately to conceal his huge hard-on as best he could. "Please go down," he wished, but it stubbornly throbbed in his pants. As he reached the bathroom his mom already had the shower running. 

"What's the matter, a little stiff?" she asked innocently.

"What???" he asked, before he realised she thought he was doubled over because his back was stiff from sleeping. "Er, yeah, I do kind of ache." He winced at his choice of words - his dick was so hard it did ache!

"Ok that seems about warm enough!" she commented chirpily before crossing to him with plastic bags to go over his hands. As she focused on attaching the bags over his bandages he was able to study her again: at 38, she looked 10 years junior to her age. She had a pretty face framed by black hair that would have made her model material by itself, but when you added her figure and in particular her huge 32G boobs, she was nothing short of stunning.

Growing up, Bobby was aware that he made more and more male friends at school as he entered his teens. At first he thought they liked him because he was good at sports, but then he caught on that they all wanted to hang out at his house so they could look at his mom. A couple of times he had got into fights with guys who made lecherous comments about what they'd like to do to her. Now here he was staring at her tits with a raging hard-on. So much for being the gallant son! 

"Ok arms up!" He reluctantly lifted his arms so she could pull his t-shirt over his head. "Ok now these!" she said, looking at his sweats. 

"Oh god no! Please let the ground swallow me up!" he thought as she reached her thumbs into the sides of his waist band to pull them down. His cock had been held flat against his hip by the waistband of his sweats but as she pulled them down she unknowingly pulled his cock down with them. He was so hard it sent a jolt of pain through his dick as she inadvertently bent it down before it sprang free and slapped against his taut stomach. 

They both stood in silence for a moment, he with his eyes closed in shame and her staring in shock. She couldn't help but stare, partly from the fact that her son had an erection and partly from the fact that it was 9 ½ inches in length and nearly as thick as her wrist. It jutted up at 45 degrees, pulsing with his heartbeat, the foreskin partially rolled back over the head of his cock and his huge balls hanging heavily against his leg. "Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't realise you had a ... you were... I should have realised... I'm so sorry" 

"No I'm sorry mom. I wanted to warn you but I didn't know how. It's my fault!" 

"There's no need to apologise, sweetie. I know how teenage boys are. It's nothing to be embarrassed about!" She flushed slightly as she said the last part, before she recovered her professional demeanor "Ok let's get you in the shower." 

She delicately helped him into the cubicle making sure he didn't slip. "Ok now face the wall", which he did as she put on a sponge glove and began soaping his back, cleaning his arms and legs and shampooing his hair. He thought she seemed to be taking her time; perhaps, she was hoping his hard-on would go down. Unfortunately, her hand massaging him through the foam and soap felt amazing, so much so his cock was harder than ever. It felt like granite pulsing in front of him as he looked down at it. Then he realised she was going to have to wash his cock with the same glove. His dick gave a sick lurch lifting his balls up with it. He groaned in a mixture of shame and unbelievable excitement. 

"Are you all right dear?" 

"Yes mom, just a bit of a twinge." 

"Ok well you'd better turn round now." 

As he did so his huge cock swayed form side to side. She cleared her throat but didn't say anything and started washing his face and chest. He didn't know if it was the temperature in the bathroom but her nipples were standing out more through the thin fabric of her silk top and the moisture from the shower was making it cling even more to her curves. Every move she made as she washed him made her boobs sway and jiggle. She bent down to wash his legs and her top hung down exposing an amazing cleavage, made even more obscene by his enormous cock throbbing in the foreground as he looked down. 

Finally she had washed everything else and said "I'm going to have to clean your privates now Bobby, so just try to relax." Relax? His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. She began by gently soaping the foam glove before reaching out to cup his testicles. 

Her delicate touch felt amazing and caused his cock to lurch once again. She gently cradled his big balls, barely able to fit them both in her hand as she washed them. She then added more soap before placing her hand around the base of his cock. She discovered that her fingers didn't quite meet around his iron hard column. He could barely breathe, feeling his mother's hand on his cock, separated only by a thin piece of foam glove. Now, there is really no way to wash an erect dick without it seeming like a hand job, and as Alison slowly and gently ran her gloved hand up the 9 ½ inches of her son's iron hard cock she was acutely aware of this. In hospital she might have made a joke about it or even laughingly told the patient not to expect a happy ending but now she said nothing as her hand reached the swollen head of his cock and began moving back down the shaft.

He watched in silence as her petite hand completed it's slow, soapy journey up and down his cock several times before she said "I'm going to have to pull your skin back." He didn't say anything, but just watched breathlessly as her other hand delicately drew back his foreskin with her finger and thumb. This time there was no foam glove in the way, her fingers were on the most sensitive part of his cock. She then used the soapy glove to wash around the swollen purple head of his cock whilst continuing to pull his foreskin back with her other hand so she could clean the edge of his glands. Alison was so focused on soaping his cock head that she didn't realize the sensations she was causing Bobby were making the cum start to rise in his balls. If she kept it up much longer he thought he might lose it and blow his load there and then. But as quickly as it started it stopped, and she released his cock before washing the soap away with the shower head. 

She switched off the water and helped him out before drying him off with a towel. "Ok well let's get your clothes back on and I'll get you some breakfast," she said, clearly relieved to get the embarrassing ordeal over with. 

"Ok mom, I just need to take care of a call of nature first." 

"Oh alright dear, I'll go and get your pain meds, let me know when you're done." 

As he stepped towards the toilet bowl, the reality suddenly struck him that with his cock pointing up at 45 degrees there was no way he could pee without either giving himself another shower (of the yellow variety) or doing a handstand, (which wasn't an option with broken wrists). What he did know was he needed to go bad: a long night's sleep and all that running water in the shower had seen to that. "Err mom?" 

"That was quick sweetie!" 

"Ahhh, I've got a bit of a problem here." 

She looked at him, then the toilet, then his cock and simply said "Oh." 

"I'm sorry mom, I can't help it but I really need to go." 

"All right dear. I... well I suppose I'll have to, um." 

They both went silent with embarrassment, as she stood beside him and he watched her delicately reach down and, for the second time in one morning, touch his erect cock. She lightly held the shaft with her finger and thumb just below the glands and bent his cock downwards towards the toilet. Such was his excitement, however, that his dick lurched, causing it to slip out of her fingers and slap his stomach. "I'm so sorry mom, I can't help it." 

"It's alright," she said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper before gripping his cock again, more firmly this time, and bending it down towards the bowl. Then... nothing happened. She stood holding his iron hard cock while he tried to pee, but the awkwardness of the angle and the embarrassment of the situation made it impossible. 

"Sorry mom, it's sort of like when someone's watching. Maybe if you could run the tap?" With her other hand she reached over and switched on the faucet and after a few seconds, the sound of running water did the trick and first a trickle and then a powerful jet of urine sprayed from his cock. She did her best to direct it into the bowl while trying not to bend his cock down too far. He groaned with relief as his he emptied his bladder while Alison said nothing, just silently holding his cock. Eventually after what seemed like forever, the flow slackened off and stopped. 

"Done?" 

"Err yeah, apart from the drips." 

"Drips?" 

"Well yeah I just have to squeeze the last few drops out, otherwise it kind of makes a mess." 

"What do you do?" 

"Well, just kind of squeeze at the bottom and pull any drips up to the top." 

"Oh I see...like this?" She squeezed around the base of his cock and ran her hand up to just below the glands seeing a few drops emerge before releasing his cock. 

"Yeah kinda, I guess. I squeeze a bit harder and do it a few times..." 

"Oh..." She gripped his cock harder this time and ran her hand up the shaft before repeating the process twice more. Fuck it felt good. He wished she wouldn't stop. "Ok now?" she asked. 

"Yeah thanks!" She then picked up his sweat pants and helped him step into them before pulling them up and pausing as several inches of his cock stuck out the top of his waist band. 

"Err, where do you want... I mean how do you usually.. put it back?" He looked puzzled for a moment before realizing she was asking him on which side he put his dick. 

"Oh, to the left" She pulled his waist band out with one hand and gently pushed his cock in with the other, as she released him his dick formed a massive, obscene tent in the front of his pants. She did her best to ignore it and finished helping him dress. 

Once done she hurried off to have her own shower, get dressed make breakfast before leaving for work. He made his way back upstairs to bed and lay there thinking of the morning's events. He was hornier than he ever remembered and wondered how he could be so turned on by his own mom. His cock was still hard and he wished he could beat off to relieve his frustration, but his hands didn't allow him to perform any tasks for himself. 

Instead, he closed his eyes and imagined his favorite model Chloe Vevrier, the beautiful big-boobed German girl, one of his favourite jerk off subjects. As he pictured her he realized with a shock that he was replacing her face with his mom's. Shit! Mom WAS a dead ringer for Chloe! Was that why he always looked at her photos on the internet? What was wrong with him? Whatever it was, he couldn't deny he was more excited than he could ever remember. 

Fuck, this is going to be torture, he thought. He'd been unable to beat off since the accident and wouldn't have his hands out of plaster for another 5 weeks. Having his sexy mom washing and touching him in the most intimate ways for weeks on end was going to drive him crazy! He lay there picturing his mom's huge boobs as they jiggled and swayed in her thin top and remembered the feel of her soft hands on his hard cock until finally he felt his pain meds kicking in and began drifting off to sleep.

To be continued...



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 02



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

All the characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. Thanks to YDB95 for help with editing the chapter.

All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story please rate it in the comments section.

*****

Over the next few days, Bobby and his mother settled into a routine. Every morning she would wake him for his shower, and he would feign sleep for as long as he could so he could view her magnificent hanging breasts as they swayed in her neglige. Bobby came to realise that her nightwear must have been bought for her by his dad as all her outfits were silky and featured low necklines that showed off as much of her breasts as possible. Today's outfit was red and lacy and hung particularly low at the front, allowing her heavy boobs to swing freely as she gently shook him awake. Good old Pop, he sure had great taste! 

Once he'd feasted his slitted eyes on her hanging boobs for as long as he dared, he arose and followed her to the shower, his inevitable morning hard-on leading the way. She placed the bags over his hands and helped him into the shower. She now encouraged him to pee in the shower if he needed to go, obviously keen to avoid the embarrassment of having to point his hard cock at the toilet bowl. Every day he steeled himself for the moment when she would have to clean his stiff cock. His erection seemed to grow harder each day, and today it was so hard it ached, his glans swollen and purple, the veins standing out on his cock shaft. She finished cleaning his back and turned him round soaping his legs and chest, putting off washing his cock till last. His balls were heavy and laden with cum and her touch was soothing as she washed them. His dick, on the other hand - or rather in the other hand - was so sensitive that even her gentle touch with the soapy glove sent shudders through him. 

"I'm sorry dear, I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."

"It's okay, Mom."

After rinsing him off and drying him, she helped him dress. He had suggested it would be more practical to just wear a robe around the house while she was at work in case he needed to go to the bathroom, but he had neglected to mention it was also more comfortable than having his hard cock trapped in a pair of sweatpants. Of course a bathrobe was fine while his cock was limp; but when it was hard, which was practically all the time at the moment, it would stick out like an evil, veiny one-eyed monster emerging through a pair of theatre curtains. To begin with, his mother tried to arrange the robe to cover him up; but it simply tented out obscenely and inevitably the robe would fall away as his dick swayed about. So instead, she took to trying to ignore it. After she'd made them breakfast and given him his pain meds, she headed off to work and he returned to his room where he would lay on his bed, his robe falling open and his huge, throbbing cock staring back at him as it arched up over his belly taunting him. 

He awoke in mid-afternoon and padded about the house, waiting for his mom to return home. He genuinely looked forward to her company; since his dad's death a few years ago they had spent more time together and would often cuddle up together on the sofa watching a movie and eating popcorn, or in Mom's case, drinking wine. Although they never talked about it, he sensed a great sadness in her. After all, she still wore her wedding ring, and often when she changed out of her uniform after work she would put on one of his dad's old t-shirts while she made dinner and wandered round the house. He guessed this was for sentimental reasons on her part, but he could also see why his dad would have liked her to wear them. On her petite frame the shirt came down to mid-thigh, so it still left a generous amount of leg on display; and while they were not as revealing as her night wear, it was still obvious she was not wearing a bra underneath. 

He would come down and keep her company while she cooked, covertly watching her big boobs jiggling and swaying under the thin cotton fabric and stealing glimpses of her beautiful legs as she reached up to get utensils from the kitchen cabinets. He would usually get a hard on if he didn't already have one, and it would rear up from his robe. Fortunately, his mom seemed to just put it down to teenage hormones and seemed oblivious the glimpses he was stealing of her ample charms. At first she would suggest putting his sweat pants on when he got hard, but he complained it was painful and suggested he go up to his room instead as he didn't want to embarrass her. She smiled and told him not to be silly, if it more comfortable he could stay as he was. 

It felt odd to be wandering around in front of his mom with his stiff cock sticking out in the breeze, and initially he was embarrassed and would sit down to try to conceal it. But then it began to dawn on him that he had been given a licence to walk around with a hard on waving about in front of his mother, something that would have been unthinkable a few days ago, and a sick thrill went through him at the thought. So he began standing in the kitchen with her and chatting while she cooked, taking an exhibitionist pride in having his big hard cock and heavy cum filled balls on full display. He thought his mom might object, but instead she simply tried her best to ignore it. Tonight was one of those nights and he leant back against one of the kitchen counters, his robe parted and his giant hard on pulsing in the open. It was bittersweet torment for him, sweet because being so aroused and able to display his hard cock in front of his mother seemed so wicked and wrong but at the same time so exciting, bitter because he was able to do nothing about relieving himself. 

Tonight she was wearing his dad's old Guns & Roses shirt. It had been one of his dad's favourites as he had bought it back in the 80's at a concert, and even though it was tatty and worn he had refused to let Alison throw it out. It also meant the white cotton was stretched and thin. As he watched his mom he saw her glance at his cock and look away. He thought she might suggest he go and sit in the living room, but instead she just flushed and carried on preparing dinner. She was chopping some onions, and as she did so her boobs jiggled under her thin shirt. As he admired her huge knockers he noticed her nipples seemed to have grown hard and were sticking out through the shirt. The onions were making her eyes water, so she turned away and stood in the doorway to the dining room for a few moments. As she did so she stood directly in front of the light from the other room, and for an achingly beautiful moment the light shone through the thin cotton fabric silhouetting her body. 

Bobby gasped as he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, the big heavy jugs standing out from her chest, making the shirt hang down away from her trim waist. They looked even larger than he had imagined; he could even make out the hard nipples standing out and pointing slightly upwards. He followed the lines of the curved undersides of her heavy boobs to her slender waist and rounded bottom. His cock lurched up, causing the foreskin to pull back over the swollen shiny purple head to the crown. 

"Fuck, she's gorgeous!" he thought as he leered at her.

She reached up to get a piece of kitchen towel to dry her eyes, and her boobs lifted and swayed with the movement. His cock lurched again and a drop of pre-cum emerged, trickling down the head and onto the shaft. Fortunately she was too pre-occupied to notice his predicament.

"Oh dear!' she dabbed her eyes dry and returned to the chopping board. 

He continued to torture himself with views of her body through the thin shirt as they ate, after which they sat down on the sofa to watch a movie together. It was a fairly trashy horror movie which had the redeeming feature of several actresses appearing topless. He was glad, partly because boobs, like pizza, are something you can never have too much of, and partly because it gave him an excuse for the hard on that persistently throbbed throughout the film. As Mom finished her second glass of wine, she poured another and snuggled up to him, resting her breast on his arm as she did. One of the starlets in the movie was running around with no shirt on again and he couldn't help but compare the small perky boobs on screen with his mom's far more generous offerings, taking a certain pride that his mom's were far bigger and better. His robe had fallen open again revealing his hard dick curving up towards his belly. As she reached for her glass, she glanced at his cock and said "Looks like someone's enjoying the movie!"

"What?" He didn't believe his ears.

"Looks like you're enjoying the film, or at least all the boobs!" she said nodding towards his erection.

"Oh yeah... err.. sorry, do you want me to go upstairs?" not believing his mom was being so direct.

"No of course not sweetie, I'm just teasing."

He guessed the wine was having an effect on her as usually she would never be so candid. Clearly she was feeling more relaxed, so he lay back a little more on the sofa, displaying his cock and balls fully. As she moved to accommodate him, her boob bounced lightly against his arm before she settled with it pressing up against him again. He lay there, his beautiful mother nestled up against him and his hard cock throbbing in the light from the TV. Anyone watching them now would think they were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother and son, he thought. God, he wished she was his girlfriend and would pull off her shirt and let him feast on her naked boobs before reaching out and stroking his cock. He knew he would cum in seconds if she did, but he also knew it was never going to happen. Not long after, his mom dozed off to sleep and he watched the rest of the movie in silence, with only his aching dick for company. Eventually she woke up as the credits were rolling.

"Oh I'm sorry dear, not much company for you tonight!"

"It's okay, Mom, it wasn't much of a movie, you didn't miss much."

"Well I need to hit the hay, there's a big meeting at the hospital tomorrow I need to be at. Dr. Williams has asked for me in person so it could be a big opportunity."

She gave him his pain meds and they said goodnight as he ended another day of painful frustration, drifting off to a restless sleep remembering the image of his mother's beautiful body silhouetted in her thin shirt.

The following day started like any other, with his mother shaking him awake. But this wasn't a day like any other. There was a panic in her voice and an urgency that told him something was wrong.

"Bobby, wake up! Wake up!!" 

"Wha..."

He instinctively glanced down her top and was rewarded with the spectacular view of one of her lowest cut negligees. Her boobs always looked like they were going to tumble out of this one, and today he thought they really might. As she shook him with both hands, her breasts swung about violently in her top. He drank in the view for as long as he dared before groggily asking "What's wrong, Mom?"

"I overslept and I'm going to be late for the meeting today. Hurry up." 

Seeing he was awake, she stood up. The top of her negligee was lacy and transparent, and Bobby could see part of her areolae where her left boob had nearly fallen out with the violence of her shaking. She turned and headed off to the bathroom, leaving him to climb drunkenly out of bed and follow her. 

He no longer bothered to wear clothes in bed, so he padded after her naked, his iron hard cock leading the way. 

"Mom, if you're running late then don't worry about my shower, just leave me."

"No Bobby, it's not your fault I overslept and you shouldn't be made to suffer."

He blearily peered at the clock in the bathroom. "But Mom, you've got the big meeting today and you'll never make it."

"Well that's my fault, I'll just have to deal with it," she said, fastening the bags onto his wrists, still unaware that her left breast was partially exposed. 

"You could always jump in with me." He didn't know if it was chronic horniness or pain meds that made him say it, but he couldn't believe the words came out of his mouth.

"Very funny!"

"I'm serious" he said, a plot beginning to form in his head, "You don't have time for showering me and then yourself, so why not kill two birds with one stone?"

"Bobby, I'm not getting in the shower with you!"

"But you said we had to learn to be less embarrassed with each other."

"I meant you, not me!"

"Well I'll have my back turned most of the time and I'll keep my eyes closed when I turn around, so I won't see anything." If his hands hadn't been in plaster, he'd have crossed his fingers. "I'm just being practical, I mean if you insist I have a shower, then this way you can still avoid being late."

She looked at the clock and he could see her weighing it up. Shit, he thought, she's actually thinking about it!!

"C'mon mom, I promise I won't look." Please don't strike me down, at least not before I get to see my mom naked! he thought.

She helped him into the shower, saying "I can't believe I'm doing this."

FUCK!! She was actually going to get in the shower with him...naked!

"Now stay facing the wall!"

"Ok I promise." More mental crossed fingers as his hard-on lurched, a dribble of pre-cum emerging.

He heard footsteps behind him in the cubicle and the sound of the running water change; she was actually behind him, a few feet away and naked. As he heard her washing, he slowly turned his head looking out of the side of his eye, careful not to be seen. She had her back to him, so he turned a little further. There she was, his mother, naked. She was facing away so he could see her peach-like bottom and her back, then as she lifted her arms he could see the side of one magnificent boob. He groaned and his cock lurched again, another dribble of pre-cum trickling out of his cock head. 

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Yes, just getting a little cold."

"I'm almost done."

He looked down at his cock. The foreskin was drawn back completely with the size of his erection and pre-cum oozed from the head, running down to the shaft where it formed a strand that hung from his cock. It was a good thing he was facing the wall, he figured. 

"All right, now stay facing that way and move under the water."

He felt her hands on his shoulders as she guided him under the running hot water that mercifully washed the pre-cum from his dick.

"Oh damn!" 

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot the sponge glove."

Now she was going to have to wash him with her bare hands! His cock lurched again.

He felt her soft hands washing his back and legs. She was hurrying and talking about her meeting, but he wasn't really listening, just thinking that he was going to see her naked and have her bare hands washing his cock. 

"Now turn around. I'm trusting you to keep your eyes closed!"

"I promise." I'm going to hell for that one, he lied.

As he turned he kept his eyes closed, figuring he could sneak a peek at some point, but suddenly he felt his foot slipping and thought he would lose his balance. He panicked, thinking he would land on his broken wrists, and his eyes flew open. As he did he felt his mother's hands on his arms supporting him as he toppled towards her. He was taller and bigger than her, so his momentum carried him into her as she struggled to stop him falling. The came to rest against the shower door pushed up against one another, his cock pressed up against her belly and her boobs squashed against his chest. 

"I'm sorry, Mom, I slipped."

"It's alright, dear. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

She was aware of his cock pressed up against her belly. "All right, dear, well you need to stand back now."

He stepped back, and as he did drank in the sight of his mother. Her breasts were even more beautiful than he had imagined, big, heavy and pear shaped with light brown areolae and perky nipples that looked smaller than he would have expected. Her waist was trim and her stomach flat, with a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair marking the join between her legs. He vaguely heard her say something as he once again marvelled at her huge beautiful boobs. 

"Wha..."

"I said you are supposed to have your eyes closed, don't stand there ogling me!"

"Oh, sorry, Mom, I just...never saw you like this, I didn't realise you were so... beautiful!"

He forced himself to close his eyes, at least until he thought it safe to sneak another peak.

"It's bad enough I get leered at by men at work all day without my own son joining them!"

"I'm sorry." 

She washed his chest before leaning up to shampoo his hair. 

"Crouch down."

As he did and she leant forward, he opened his eyes to see her huge boobs swaying inches in front of his face as she lathered his hair.

"Ok, stand up." 

She finally soaped up her hands and reached down for his balls, at the same time wrapping her other hand around his cock. She was clearly hurrying and not bothering to be as delicate as usual. He was unprepared for the feel of her soapy hand on his cock and it was almost too much to bear as one hand soaped his balls while the other lathered his cock. He struggled to control himself as she soaped up and down the shaft a few times before holding his shaft, with one hand while the other soaped around the head, the sensation of her petite hand soaping the swollen glans was finally too much for him. His eyes flew open, and he looked down at her boobs which were being squeezed together between her arms, making them look even bigger and fuller as she washed his cock.

Oh shit...oh shit ...oh SHIT..."OH SHIIIITTTTT!!"

"What's wrong dear, are you al..."

The words died in her throat as she felt something warm splash her shoulder blade and neck. She was confused at first and it took her a moment to realise the warm liquid was coming not from the shower head but from her son's cock head. She looked down at the huge piece of meat pulsing in her hands as another rope of cum blasted out, splattering her left breast, before a third splashed into the valley between her boobs. She stood immobilised with shock as load after load of cum erupted from his cock. Finally the loads slackened off, and Bobby looked at his mom, her face a mask of shock. Her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts were streaked with cum, some of which ran down into the valley between her breasts while some trickled down past her nipples and hung from the undersides of her boobs. She looked down at his pulsing cock as a few last spurts dribbled over her hand before releasing it like a piece of burning coal.

"Oh oh oh!!" she turned and frantically washed the cum off her chest before running to get a towel and cover herself. She then returned to the shower where she rinsed the soap and cum off Bobby.

"I'm sorry mom, I couldn't help it..."

"We'll talk about this later. I can't..."

She hurried off to get dressed and left him in a daze. Eventually he plucked up the courage to make his way downstairs. His mom was making a smoothie and put a straw in it so he could drink it himself. He tried to apologise again as she hurriedly gave him his pain meds.

"I can't do this now...we'll talk later," she said, leaving him in no doubt that there would be a later. 

She was obviously still struggling to come to terms with what had happened as she left the house and he watched her go. The image of her huge beautiful breasts splattered with his cum was one he would never forget to his dying day. He had gotten his wish to see his beautiful mother naked and even had her accidentally make him cum...but at what cost?




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 02



Cumming soon chapter 3!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 03



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. 

All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story please rate it in the comments section.

*****

Bobby spent the rest of the day in a daze, the pain meds made him sleepy and he would doze off briefly but his dreams were filled with images of his naked mother, his cock erupting over her beautiful tits followed by her shock and confusion at what had happened. He kept seeing the expression of betrayal and hurt on her face and how she couldn't even look at him over breakfast. He kept wondering how she was and felt terrible guilt that he'd allowed his lust to take control and turn his own mother into the object of his sexual fantasies. He awoke earlier than usual unable to sleep, knowing that she would be due home in a couple of hours and wondering what he had in store. Would she go crazy at him? Mom hardly ever lost her temper but when she did she really lost it. Part of him wished she would, anything was better than the pained silence he'd experience before she left. 

Finally around 6pm he heard her car pull into the garage, she was later than usual but at least she was home. He waited upstairs till he heard her enter the house, he was expecting her to summon him downstairs but instead he just heard some cupboards opening and closing in the kitchen. Finally he plucked up the courage, drawing his robe around him, he ventured downstairs. He found her sitting at the dining room table, still wearing her uniform and sipping from a large glass of wine. He was shocked to see her drinking this early in the evening and as he approached he could see her eyes looked puffy as if she'd been crying.

"Mom, are you ok? You were late and I was worried."

"Yes I'm fine dear, I stopped off at O'Rourke's on the way home."

"A Bar? I thought it was Fridays you went for a drink with the girls."

"I wasn't with the girls from work, I was on my own. I needed some time to think."

He sat at the table and realised he'd never seen her looking so dejected.

"Mom, about this morning, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop myself, but I just couldn't..."

"Sweetie it's not you that needs to apologise. It was entirely my responsibility. What happened today is something that is never supposed to happen between a mother and son. I can't believe I was so stupid."

"Mom, it was an accident, you're not to blame. It was my fault for not controlling myself."

"Bobby, mothers are not supposed to get in the shower naked with their sons! If anyone knew what we did and what happened... I'd lose my job, probably go to jail.. not to mention the fact that it's just...wrong Bobby. So wrong! And I allowed it to happen!"

"Mom..."

"I'm the one who's sorry Bobby. I've let you down. Caring for you at home like this... it seemed like a good idea, but I just didn't realise where things would lead and...well I can't allow it to happen again...so I've decided to re-admit you to the hospital. You'll get the best care there, until your wrists are healed and you can look after yourself again."

"Mom... no, you can't be serious!"

"Bobby it's the best way, I should never have brought you home in the first place."

"But what about the bills? I know things are tight since dad died."

"We'll manage somehow, your wellbeing is more important right now."

"But I'd rather be looked after here by you than in a hospital ward for the next month... you can give me all the care I need."

"It's not your physical heath I'm talking about Bobby. Being here with me, and having me ...care for you. It's not healthy Bobby... not after what happened today."

"But it was an accident!"

"It should never have happened, I should never have allowed it to."

"Look mom, when you work at the hospital, I mean patients must have accidents sometimes, when you're washing them?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like I did this morning, I can't be the first guy who's... lost it when he's getting washed?"

"I suppose not, but I'm your mother Bobby!"

"But you're also a nurse, and I'd been just a regular patient you wouldn't be beating yourself up about it."

"I don't get in the shower naked with my patients Bobby!"

He experienced a flash of lust at the image but pushed it aside and remained on tack.

"Well that was my suggestion."

"And I allowed myself to go along with it! God, what was I thinking?"

"You were just trying to be practical and so was I, and I had an accident, like lots of patients probably do."

"I don't know what you think goes on in a hospital Bobby, it's not like some adolescent fantasy movie you've seen." 

She managed a half smile at the last comment, it was the fist time she'd looked relaxed since she'd come home. The half empty glass of wine and the drink she'd had on the way home seemed to be having their affect.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" he said with mock outrage, trying to coax her into another smile. 

She managed a wry laugh before turning serious again.

"Bobby, I'm sorry but I can't go on with this situation. It's unhealthy and it might end up destroying our relationship, and you're too important to me to put that at risk."

"How can it damage our relationship, I love you! You're my mom and I will always love you! What happened doesn't change that and it never could. I've never felt closer to you that I have the last few days, being here with you and having you look after me... it's made me realise how important you really are to me. Please don't push me away like this because of an accident."

"I don't want to push you away Bobby, you're all I have. I just feel like I have failed you."

"You haven't and you never could. Please let's give it another chance. I promise I'll try to control myself more."

"It's not your fault, you're a teenage boy, I understand.. I did used to be young myself once you know!" another smile, he was winning her over he felt sure.

"You still are young mom! Remember when we went to Applebee's before I went skiing and the waitress thought we were on a date?"

"I'm sure she was just after a bigger tip!"

"No way mom, people see us out and think we're..."he thought about saying boyfriend and girlfriend but decided against it "Brother and sister!"

"Hmmm, you're such a charmer Bobby, just like your father."

"I miss dad too mom, that's why I don't want to be apart from you, not now, not ever. C'mon, what do you say. Can we give it another try?"

"Ok Bobby. I don't know what I would do without you here anyway." She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

"Great mom, why don't I keep you company while you fix dinner?"

"Ok." she smiled.

She changed into one of his dad's old t-shirts but this time she wore some leggings underneath and was obviously still wearing her bra. Bobby wasn't too disappointed though, the combination of her more modest attire, his guilt and not least the fact his balls had been emptied meant he was able to refrain from getting a hard on. Instead he relaxed as she poured another glass of wine and chatted while she fixed dinner. 

"Dr Williams has asked me to be a part of the new family planning centre they are opening at the hospital, if they are able to raise the funding to open it I could be the Assistant Manager." 

"Wow that's great mom, I'm really proud of you!"

As she poured another glass of wine she finally started to return to her old self, joking with him as they enjoyed their meal together before settling down to watch an old movie. It was one they'd seen before with Humphrey Bogart as a hard bitten private eye but they enjoyed it just the same, enjoying each other's company as much as the film.

The following morning in the bathroom things were a little awkward and stilted between them, Alison wore a bathrobe over her neglige and Bobby did his best to think unsexy thoughts and try to keep himself unexcited. Her washing his genitals gave him a semi hard on but he was able to think down before it got out of control. 

Over the next week Alison relaxed more, she obviously found the bathrobe uncomfortably hot in the steamy bathroom and began to stop wearing it, once again providing him a pornographic display of cleavage and swinging boobs. She made sure to always wash him with a sponge glove and when she came to wash his morning hard on she handled it as if it were an unexploded bomb, which it pretty much was, making sure there was no danger of another accident. Similarly in the evening she decided on comfort over modesty and stopped wearing both her bra and leggings under her t-shirt. 

Her increasingly relaxed attitude coincided with Bobby's increasingly horny feelings. His accidental orgasm had eased the pain in his balls but he had only really had an partial release, his mom's washing had brought him off unintentionally and he'd then cum on his own, he supposed it was what was meant by a ruined orgasm leaving him with temporarily drained balls but still the horny feelings. As his mom's attitude relaxed and her clothing became more revealing his frustration began to increase so that his hard ons became initially more frequent and then almost permanent. He worried she would freak out about them but she remained relaxed and said it wasn't his fault and don't be embarrassed.

So here he was back to square one again, a cock that was so hard it hurt and a sexy beautiful mom he could hardly take his eyes off. And so it went on day after day, for the next week, every day his dick ached more and his balls grew heavier. He managed to relieve his boredom in part through his laptop, he had worked out that if he gripped a pencil in his teeth he could tap the keys. It was a painfully slow process and made anything other than basic web searches impractical but was better than nothing. Inevitably he would end up searching for movies and pics of some of his favourite big breasted porn stars and models, but this merely added to his frustration and discomfort.

This morning his mom had been particularly chirpy, the work on the new clinic was progressing fast and it looked like mom was in line for a big promotion. She was wearing a white silk neglige that actually showed the feint outlines of her aureolas through the material and allowed her boobs to swing about unfettered. "God," he groaned to himself "how much more of this can I take?" Even her customary delicate washing of his cock was torture, the delicate stroke and dabbing on the sponge on his iron hard cock and heavy balls simply adding to the torment. 

After she left he slept fitfully but couldn't take the image of his mom's barely contained boobs out of his mind. He gave up trying to sleep and got out of bed, padding around the house waiting for his mom to get home. He was beginning to wonder if maybe going back to the hospital might not be such a bad idea after all. He remembered a cute little South American nurse who was always smiling at him and wondered if she might give him more than just a bed bath if he played his cards right. His cock lurched in frustration wondering what her slender little hand would feel like wrapped around his big, hard dick right now and he groaned out loud. 

He walked past his mom's bedroom and looked in noticing something red and lacy on the floor. He wandered in and looked more closely out of curiosity and realised it was her bra. She must have tossed it on the floor last night and forgotten to put it in the laundry hamper. There was something hugely erotic about the discarded garment he couldn't ignore, he managed to hook his toe into one of the straps and picked it up with his foot before dropping it on the bed. He leant forward and examined the label, he could see it was a 32G. Shit, his mom was stacked alright! He bent down and picked the strap up in his teeth and let the silky fabric hang down in front of him, the head of cock rubbing the inside of the huge cup. 

"Fuck! Her boobs were in this a few hours ago" he thought as his cock gave another demented lurch and left a smear of pre-cum on the material. He let her bra rub against his swollen cock for a few minutes, then he decided he'd better drop the lacy garment before he made even more of a mess of it. He dropped it from his teeth but the strap caught on his cock and it hung from his hard on like a giant clothes peg. He felt the material rubbing against his heavy balls and leg and decided it leave it there for time being. Not that there was much he could do about it right now he reflected. He remembered something and headed for his room, pausing to look at his reflection in the hallway mirror, his huge hard on contrasting with the red silky material that hung from the base of his cock. As he reached his room he sat in front of the laptop and gripped a pen in his teeth before prodding the keyboard to type in the name of one of his favourite models, Sophie Howard. As the search results came up on the screen he used the pen on the mouse pad to scroll through them and sure enough she had the same bra size as his mom. He brought up various images of the British model and realised her boobs looked pretty similar to his mom's as well.

God, he would give anything right now to have the use of his hands to be able to wrap his moms silky bra round his cock and jerk off while he looked at images on the screen, imagining they were his mom's boobs. Instead he just sat there in frustration, the baleful eye of his cock staring up at him as his cock throbbed against his belly. 

He looked at the clock, shit, she would be home soon and finding him walking around with her bra hanging from his cock and a boob look-a-like model on his laptop would be difficult to explain away. He walked out to the landing and lent over the bannister to see if he could hear anything but the house was silent. 

He turned to head back to his room and as he did he caught his cock head against the balustrade. His dick was so hard right now that the sensation actually felt good. Even a little pain was better then the permanent dull ache he'd had for the last few days. He swung his hip and hit his cock on the wooden post again. 

"Thunk!" 

God, his dick ached so bad right now any sensation was better than nothing so he did it again, harder this time.

"Thunk!" 

As he swung his cock he could feel the soft material of his mom's bra swinging against his heavy, hanging balls and legs. He repeated the process swinging his dick harder and faster.

"THUNK THUNK THUNK!"

The contrast of the hard unyielding wood of the bannister against his hard cock and the soft lacy fabric brushing his balls was driving him crazy. Shit a few more minutes of this and he might actually cum! He continued beating his cock against the wood harder and faster, pre-cum smearing the wood, and pictured his cum shooting over the bannisters, spattering as he beat his cock on the wood and spraying over the landing onto the stairs and hall below. He knew with the amount of cum he had stored up now there would be a hell of a mess but right now he didn't care, he'd tell his mom he just had an accident. He thought of his mom having to wipe his think streams of cum off the bannisters and floor and his cock lurched more, he pictured her big tits swaying as she scrubbed the cum from the carpet and his cock lurched, a dribble of pre-cum splattering against the wood. Shit he was almost there. 

"THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK..."

"I'm home sweetie!"

SHIT!! He'd been so wrapped up in beating off he didn't hear her come home. He looked at his dick, seconds from cumming, a strand of pre-cum connected to the wooden balustrade, aching hard and now bruised from the battering he'd just given it, with his mom's bra dangling underneath. 

Crap, if only she'd been a few minutes later he'd have cum! As it was she would be coming upstairs to get changed in a moment so he hurried to her room, he shook his hips trying to dislodge her bra from his cock by swinging it side to side but with no success, so instead he tried to hook his toe into the dangling strap and pull it down while balancing on the other foot. As he pulled her bra down with one strap the other pulled his cock down until finally the strap came free and his cock slapped up against his belly. He prodded the bra back to roughly where he'd found it and hoped she wouldn't notice the precum stains on it before returning to his own room to close the browser windows with the images of Sophie Howard. He could hear his mom padding up to her room to get changed from her uniform and heard no reaction so he figured he'd got away with it. 

"Bobby are you awake?"

"Yes mom."

"Ok I'm going to start cooking soon, there's that trashy horror movie you wanted to see in an hour, are you going to come and keep me company?"

She sounded in a really good mood today and he wanted to see her but right now all he could think about was the boner that ached and was dribbling pre-cum onto his taut stomach.

"Sure mom, I'll be down in a minute."

He tried to clean himself up with his robe as best as he could, there was no chance of his dick going soft this side of Christmas so he ventured downstairs trying to keep it concealed under his robe as best he could. His mom was bustling around in the kitchen with some music playing on the radio.

"Oh hi sweetie, how are you feeling today?"

"Ok thanks mom, how was your day?"

"Really good thanks, Dr Williams has a big fundraiser lined up next month and if it goes through the new clinic will be green lighted." 

"That's great!"

He tried to listen to her conversation but all he could notice was her t shirt, she was wearing a black Led Zeppelin one that was particularly small and clung to her curves. Her bra-less boobs jiggled and swayed and the shirt barely covered her ass when she bent over.

Fuck, how much more of this could he take? His cock was defying any attempt to keep it covered so he just let it jut out in the open. 

"Shit, if she's going to run around half naked like that then she can just put up with me having a hard on." he thought.

His dick was like an iron bar, the head dark purple and shiny while his balls felt like they weighed a ton. Just having the cool air from the A/C on his dick felt a little better. Mom seemed oblivious to his arousal and carried on as normal. 

They ate and settled to watch the movie, it was a sequel to the one they saw last week and the producers had decided to up the quotient of naked girls to make up for the lack of plot or acting. Mom cuddled up to Bobby and sipped her wine as the movie got underway. The movie was barely 5 minutes old before the first actress was running around naked and Bobby was facing the agony of another 90 minutes with the combination of a bevy of naked girls on tv, a beautiful scantily clad mother curled up next to him and an aching, bruised hard on for company. He managed to keep his dick covered up with his robe when he sat down, he decided turning himself on more by exposing his cock would only add to his discomfort. As his mom started on her 2nd glass of wine she was definitely starting to relax.

"Honestly Bobby, I can't believe this movie is even worse than the last one. I think you are only watching this for all the naked girls!" she sipped her wine before adding "That's if you can see them from behind that circus tent you're pitching!" glancing at his robe.

He no longer knew how to react to her flirty comments, after her freaking out over the shower incident he was careful not to push things too far, but a week and a few glasses of wine later it seemed like she was finally chilled out, so he decided to joke along with her.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 03



"I guess that's what they call a standing ovation mom."

"Very funny young man!" she chided him leaning over to put her glass on the coffee table and pulling his robe open accidentally as she did. 

She glanced at his cock before looking more closely.

"Bobby, what are these marks on your penis?"

"Oh...nothing mom. It's nothing" he tried to pull his robe closed but his bandaged arms allowed him little movement and her nurse's instinct had already taken over.

"Let me see Bobby, it looks like you've bruised yourself!"

She looked more closely before gently lifting his penis away from his belly with her finger and thumb so she could examine it fully. 

"You've definitely got some bruises Bobby, what happened did you fall while I was out?"

"Err... kind of mom, it's nothing really. We're missing the movie."

"What happened did you hurt yourself anywhere else?"

"Err no just down there."

"Well let me examine you in case you've done any harm. Why didn't you call me or at least tell me when I got home?"

"It's no big deal really mom."

She was still holding his cock and gently drew back his foreskin so she could examine his glans before satisfying herself there was no serious damage and releasing his cock.

"Did you hurt your testicles?"

"No they're fine really."

"Are you sure? There's no point in being embarrassed if you have hurt yourself."

"Really mom."

"Have you any pain or discomfort in them?"

"Err... no not really." Apart from the worst case of blue balls in history he thought.

"Well if there is any discomfort I think you should let me check you, unless you want me to take you to Casualty?"

"Really mom I'm sure I'm ok. I mean they just ache a little."

"Are you going to let me check or do we go to the hospital?"

'Ok, I guess."

Alison reached down and gently lifted his big heavy balls one at a time in her hand, her fingers delicately feeling for any damage. His balls were the size of duck eggs normally, in his current state they were even bigger and heavier, each one filling her palm.

"They seem rather swollen, are they usually this, er.. large?"

Yeah when they've got a quart of cum bottled up in them he thought, "Yeah pretty much mom."

After a few minutes gentle probing she seemed satisfied.

"Well they seem to be alright. Now suppose you tell me what happened." With this she muted the tv with the remote and waited for an explanation.

He flushed red and tried to think of a convincing explanation but what could he say, he fell over and landed on his dick? In the end he grudgingly told her the truth, leaving out the detail about her bra and Sophie Howard.

"What were you thinking Bobby? You could have seriously hurt yourself doing that!"

"I'm sorry mom, I just get so... you know... frustrated, and I just wanted to make the pain go away."

"Oh Bobby, I'm know it must be hard, I mean... difficult." flushing as she realised her unfortunate choice of words.

"You got that right first time," he thought "right now I could hammer a nail in with it!"

"If only Debbie was still around." she sighed

Debbie McDonald was a girl he dated for a few weeks before his skiing trip. He met her when she was waitressing in the local Denny's and was struck by two things, her charm and personality, that and her huge tits! After a few dates they'd made out in his car and she'd let him get his hands on her boobs. She had the biggest pair he'd ever felt, and after a couple of more dates she'd let him take her top off and suck her tits. She'd stroked his cock through his pants while he did this for a couple of dates before finally taking it out and giving him a hand-job. By then he was so turned on that when he came he shot about a pint of cum over her boobs and skirt and she freaked out. He saw her a couple more times after that but she was adamant she wasn't going to let him fuck her as she was worried his dick was too big and would hurt her and seeing how much he came a blowjob was out of the question as well. She did give him some more hand-jobs providing he bought her new clothes to replace any of the ones he ruined but by then he was starting to get bored with her and dumped her. Right now he'd give just about anything for one of those hand-jobs of hers, but after he broken up with her she started seeing another guy and let it be known she was putting out to him. Not surprising, considering the guy was hung like a fifth grader so Bobby had heard.

His dick lurched and dribbled pre-cum as he recalled the sight of Debbie's tits and the feel of her hand on his dick. At the time she had the best boobs he'd ever seen, but that was before he'd seen his mom's of course. 

His mom had said something but he didn't hear it.

"Sorry what was that mom?"

"I said I had better put some antiseptic cream on those abrasions, I don't want them to get infected."

"Err... ok."

With that she took her wine glass and got up returning a few moments later with a tube of cream, some rubber gloves and a refilled glass. She put the gloves on before gently squeezing some of the thick, white cream onto his cock. The cold cream felt soothing on his cock as she replaced the cap on the tube before gently smoothing the cream into his foreskin. She held his cock by the shaft in her left hand lifting it away from his stomach so she could apply the cream evenly around his cock head with her right hand. Her fingers, even through the rubber gloves, felt wonderful and as she gently pulled the skin back over the huge hard head of his cock and smoothed the cream into his glans his cock was like an iron bar. After she was satisfied she'd covered all the bruises she released his cock.

"There that should help ease the bruises."

He surreptitiously glanced over at her boobs and was surprised to see her nipples were standing out through her t-shirt as she removed the gloves before taking a big sip of her wine. 

She switched the sound back on the tv as in the movie a young couple romped in the back of a car. The girl was a busty blonde and inevitably had her top off and Bobby's cock lurched, pre-cum mixing with the cream his mother had applied. God he was going crazy, how could he survive another day, let alone another month like this? He was going crazy!

"I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid this is one problem I can't help you with. You're just going to have to try to think about other things for the next few weeks. Now promise me you won't try doing anything stupid like today."

He mumbled something and she replied, "What did you say?"

"I said right now I'd fuck a hornet's nest I'm so horny." he blurted out.

"Bobby!"

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to swear, but it's driving me crazy. I mean I've not been able to do anything for nearly a month now and the only relief I've had was, well you know, last week in the shower."

"That was an accident and I don't want to discuss it. It's something that must never happen again."

"I wish it would." he muttered.

"What did you say?"

"I just mean I'm going crazy last week was the first time I've had a good night's sleep or been able to think about anything apart from, you know, being horny."

"Bobby, you can't be serious? I'm your mother for God's sake!"

"I know you are mom, but I don't know what else to do. I mean Debbie isn't coming back and all my friends are away at boarding school."

"You must know someone surely?"

"Mom I only come back here in the holidays, and we moved here less than a year ago. Debbie is the only girl I met here and now she wouldn't piss, I mean spit on me if I was on fire. You're the only woman I know."

"Well I'm sorry but I'm your mother Bobby, I can't take care of.. this for you!" she gestured at his hard on.

"But if it was a sprained leg you'd massage it for me."

"It's not a sprained leg Bobby!"

"But it hurts like crazy mom."

"Bobby, I am not going to masturbate you! What you are talking about is incest!"

"I'm not asking to have sex mom! It just felt so good last week after the shower, and... well..." he trailed off.

"And you would like me to masturbate you? Is that it?"

He stayed silent sensing her anger.

"Bobby this is not something a mother and son should even be talking about let alone do! Ever! What happened last week was an accident and I blame myself, but if you think it means I am going to... do that for you again, you are wrong. I'm sorry Bobby I love you and I would do anything for you but this is sick and wrong and I can't believe you are asking me this." 

With that she drained her glass and went to the kitchen returning a few minutes later with another. She walked back and flopped down next to him staring angrily at the tv, even in her anger he couldn't help but think how beautiful she was and admiring her boobs as the jiggled and swayed under her shirt. His dick remained hard despite her anger and now he had the predicament of a pissed off mom and a hard on. Shit now what? Another month of hard ons, blue balls and a mom who thought he was a sick pervert. 

His mom stared at the tv and, even though she didn't say anything, he could sense her anger radiating towards him and hated himself for being so crass.

"Mom... I'm sorry please don't be angry with me. I don't know what got into me, I just get so... frustrated sometimes. I didn't mean to upset you."

She could hear the genuine hurt in his voice, her heart melted and she felt her anger fade away.

"I'm not angry with you Bobby. I'm trying my best to help you and I know it's difficult for you, but if anyone knew what we were discussing, or what happened in the shower, or even saw us sitting here like this with your thing out in the open like that... I'd probably go to jail and you'd go into foster care."

"No one is going to know, what happens between us here is private and I'm not going to tell anyone."

"But it still doesn't make it right Bobby, we're mother and son not wife and husband, and I'm worried if we're not careful we'll destroy our relationship." she paused to take a sip of wine before going on quietly, "You're all I have Bobby, after your father died there were mornings when I wondered what was the point of carrying on, and then I thought of you and it gave me the strength to carry on. I can't risk losing you Bobby."

"Mom, I didn't know, why didn't you say something?"

"You had enough to deal with, losing your father and starting at college, I couldn't burden you with my problems. Besides, just knowing you were there was enough."

"I'll always be here for you mom, forever. I love you more than anything and nothing will ever change that."

"Oh Bobby."

She put her arms round him and hugged him, her eyes moist with tears. Bobby was shocked at his mother's revelation and wished he could help her more, at the same time he couldn't ignore the huge pair of breasts squashing against him through her thin shirt. He loved his mom more than anything but he couldn't help the fact that she had the body of a centrefold and that body was pressed up against him. His cock lurched again and more pre-cum oozed out to mix with the cream.

"I'll always be your son mom, and I'll always love you. Don't ever worry about losing me."

"Thank you Bobby," she smiled at him and they went back to watching the movie, his mom was silent and seemed lost in thought. 

After a while he asked "You ok mom?"

"Hmmm? Yes dear. I was just thinking."

"Penny for them."

She laughed, "Well I was thinking maybe I could hire a... I don't even know the term, call girl? But I wouldn't know where to start, and besides I don't know if they deal with 18 year olds."

"Mom you don't have to do that," the thought of his mom hiring a hooker for him embarrassed him and besides he knew she couldn't afford it.

"I even wondered if there were any of my friends that could... help you out. Jenny broke up with her boyfriend a while ago."

Jenny was a junior nurse and one of Mom's friends from the hospital. He'd met her a couple of times, she was a cute blonde in her early 20's who reminded him of Goldie Hawn from the old Rowan and Martin laugh ins and he'd always thought she was hot.

"But I can't exactly just call her up and say 'Would you like to come round after work and jerk my son off?'"

Mom's language was definitely becoming more colourful as the wine loosened her up. The image of Jenny stroking his cock before he blasted her pretty face with a huge load of cum flashed through his mind and his cock lurched dementedly dribbling more pre-cum.

His mom seemed to notice and said, "Does it still hurt?" looking towards his cock. It took a moment for him to realise she was referring to the bruises.

"A little."

"Would you like me to put some more cream on it?"

His dick lurched again. "Err... yeah that'd be nice mom."

He didn't suppose the cream would make much difference but he wasn't going to turn down the chance to have his mom's hands on his cock again. She took another drink of her wine before picking up the tube of antiseptic, not bothering with gloves this time. He watched dementedly as she unscrewed the cap before holding the shaft of his cock in her left hand and pulling it up away from his body. As he looked at her slender fingers wrapped round he column of meat he noticed his dad's wedding ring on her hand, the hand that was holding his stiff cock! His dick pulsed in her hand as a dribble of pre-cum emerged from the head and ran down the glans onto the shaft. She squeezed a blob of antiseptic onto his cock head, the cool white cream looking like extra thick cum, before delicately rubbing it into his foreskin and glans. There was no attempt to be sensuous on Alison's part as she delicately applied the cream to his cock head and glans but the feel of her fingers lightly rubbing cream around the most sensitive parts of his cock while her other hand held the shaft were amazing all the same. His cock felt like he could bang nails in with it right now and as her fingers delicately worked around the purple head his cock pulsed several times in her hands, pre-cum dribbling over the head and mixing with the cream, shit a little more of this and he would cum.

"There, how does that feel?" she said releasing his cock.

It would have felt a lot better if you'd kept it up for a few more minutes, he thought, but settled for "Better thanks."

She went to the kitchen to wash her hands and took the opportunity to pour herself another glass of wine while she was at it. 'She's really getting through it tonight' he thought. She returned and sat next to him sipping her drink and watching the movie, which currently involved a shower scene with several cheerleaders. She glanced over at him a couple of times and he thought he saw her look at his cock.

"Bobby, I'm sorry I got angry, and I don't like to see you like this, so frustrated, and hurting yourself, but... what you are asking... it's incest!"

She was still thinking about jerking him off! His cock lurched at the thought she might yet change her mind and he considered carefully before replying.

"Mom, the way I see it if families do sexual stuff together just because they want to, then that's incest. But if it wasn't for my wrists being broken I'd never have had an accident in the shower or be so... worked up. So if you, did, you know, do something, it would just be to help me out, not because you wanted to, so that's not the same as incest."

"But Bobby, I'm your mother! What sort of mother gives her son a hand job?"

'THE BEST!" he thought but settled for, "I don't think it's wrong for a mom to help her son feel better, if he's in pain and she's doing it to help him."

She took another swig of wine and remained silent for a couple of moments, Bobby kept quiet and let her think, his cock drooling precum as he realised she was actually thinking about jerking him off. 

"Bobby, if I, do what you want, you know there's no going back."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we can't undo it, we could destroy our relationship. I just want us to be a normal mother and son Bobby."

"Mom nothing could ever destroy our relationship! I love you and I always will, if anything I've felt closer to you the last few weeks than ever before. I don't know what a normal mom is but you're better than any other mom I could think of, and I won't ever change the way I feel."

He was surprised at the heartfelt statement of his feelings but realised he really did love her, and his heart melted as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Oh Bobby, I don't know what I would do with out you." she hugged him again, again her huge boobs squashing against him. After a couple of minutes she released him and dabbed her eyes.

"I must look a mess!"

"You always look beautiful mom!"

"Such a charmer, just like your father!" she smiled.

Then silence, and she looked at his cock, throbbing with his heartbeat, the head dark purple and shiny, covered in a sheen of cream with a strand of precum hanging from the head down towards his flat stomach. The shaft was like an iron bar, the veins standing out while his big balls were drawn up under his cock. 

"Do you really want me to do this Bobby?"

His mouth was dry with excitement, he wanted to say "FUCK YEAH!" but instead forced a measured response, "Mom, if you don't want to you don't have to do anything, your happiness means more to me than anything."

"Oh Bobby!" 

She took another swig of wine, he guessed it was Dutch courage before setting the glass down.She then spread his robe open, completely exposing him.

Fuck! She was actually going to do it, she was actually going to give him a hand job!

He watched silently as she placed her hand on his belly, pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath, before sliding it down and lightly encircling his cock, he breathed in as he felt her cool fingers on his hard dick, her touch felt amazing, some how so much more so knowing that she was holding it not to examine him or treat him but to masturbate him. She began lightly and slowly running her hand up and down the shaft drawing the foreskin up and down as she did, the cream and pre-cum making little wet sounds as the skin rolled back and forward over his glans. Her movements were gentle and tender, but felt amazing just the same. Fuck she was actually jerking him off, his dick pulsed and dribbled more pre-cum adding to the slick sheen that covered his cock head and running down the shaft to where his mother's hand was stroking him. Part of him wanted to make the moment last as long as possible in case it was never repeated, but part of him feared she would change her mind at any moment and stop. As it was he knew in his current state he would cum before too long, but he held back as much as he could. On the screen some girl was running through a house in her underwear being chased by a killer but Bobby was only interested in watching his mother's delicate hand as it lightly caressed the column of meat that jutted from his belly, her movements were becoming bolder now, the fingers moving up to stroke the head of his cock before running back down onto the shaft again.

"Fuck mom, that feels good!"

She said nothing but simply continued to lightly stroke his iron hard cock, the relentless caressing bringing him inexorably closer and closer to orgasm. Her fingers were slick with his pre-cum and the cream and he knew he couldn't last much longer, his balls were tight against the base of his cock and his shaft was constantly pulsing. Her steady, relentless stroking was going to bring him over the edge, he'd never been so hard or so excited in his life as he was now. She was facing away from him but the side of one of her beautiful boobs was presented in profile and wobbled slightly with her movements she stroked his cock. His dick lurched again, the cum boiling over in his balls, even if she stopped now he thought he would cum anyway, but she didn't stop and carried on gently caressing his rock hard cock. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 03



"I'm... gonna...cum!" was all he could croak.

She said nothing but just continued stroking him as his whole body went tense before a huge rope of cum shot over his shoulder and splattered on the sofa. She pulled his cock down slightly and the next blast splashed over her shirt, as did the next and the next. The streams came so hard and fast it looked like he was pissing white. After 7 or 8 huge loads had blasted onto her chest they began to slacken off and the last few spurted onto Alison's legs before just dribbling out of his cock onto her hand. As his orgasm subsided he opened his eyes to see his mom gently stroking his cock, her black Led Zeppelin shirt soaked with steaks of white cum that ran down to join the splashes of cum on her legs. Wordlessly she released his cock and got off the sofa before going to clean up. By the time she returned Bobby was fast asleep on the sofa, the sleepless tension of the last few days gone replaced by a post orgasmic glow. She silently cleaned the last few splashes of sperm from the sofa before switching off the TV and covering him with his robe. She left him to sleep before finishing her wine and making her way to bed in a daze wondering what she had started.

To be continued.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 04



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. 

All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story please rate it in the comments section.

*****

Bobby woke a few hours later on the sofa and made his way to bed, the events of the night before seemed somehow unreal to him, but there was no denying the constant dull ache in his groin had gone and there was some dried cum on his thigh that was proof of what had happened. His mom really had jerked him off and let him shoot a huge load, most of which had ended up over her. He wondered how she would react to this tomorrow, after her melt down over the shower was she going to freak out again and send him back to the hospital? 

He dozed fitfully, recalling the feel of her hand on his cock as she caressed it, the cream and pre-cum lubricating his swollen glans and foreskin as her tender fingers coaxed the cum from his balls. Not that it had needed much coaxing he reflected. Was this going to be a one time offer he wondered? A moment of weakness after a few too many glasses of wine? God, he hoped not. It was more than just the frustration of not being able to jerk off, lately he fantasised about his mom constantly and sought out models on the internet who reminded him of her. 

As he cast his mind back he thought of the girls he dated in the past and realised they all reminded him of his mom in some respect, either her face, or her hair or her figure, though none of them really came close to her in perfection. Now he had seen her naked and had her jerk him off it was like he'd let a genie out of a bottle, and there was no way of putting it back.

He finally managed to drift off to a sleep and woke to see a very hung over mom waking him for his shower. She was wearing only her night attire which he figured was a good sign but clearly was feeling the worse for wear after all the wine she'd drunk the night before. His dick remained at half mast during his showering apart from when she cleaned it, her touch was more familiar this time, and while she wasn't trying to be sensuous as she washed his cock he nevertheless grew to full erection. She didn't comment but simply carried on washing it before rinsing him off. Obviously no happy ending was on the agenda this morning and he decided not to push it.

She remained subdued over breakfast having a only couple of black coffees and some toast.

"You ok mom?"

"Yes sweetie, I just had too much to drink last night."

"No I mean about what happened, I mean we're still cool right?"

"Oh I see, I'm sorry Bobby, yes it's fine. My head's in a spin now but we'll talk about it later."

She smiled at him and he figured she was being pretty relaxed so hopefully things were ok. What he really wanted to ask was was she going to jerk him off again, and if so when, but it wasn't the kind of topic you brought up at the family breakfast table.

The day was much like any other, Bobby dozed for most of the morning, remembering the feel of his mom's hand on his cock and the sight of her naked body in the shower and wishing he could jerk off while he thought about them. But then if he could jerk off he would never have got to see her naked or have her give him a hand job last night. 

Eventually he woke and wandered around the house finding himself in her room again. He hoped she might have left some more underwear lying around but no such luck, instead he noticed a picture on the dresser of Mom and Dad at their graduation ball. They met at college and married soon after, she looked so happy and beautiful, not that she had changed much apart from the sadness in her eyes since she lost his dad. Dad looked like the real all American college student, clean cut, handsome and smiling. As Bobby studied the picture he noticed his own reflection in it and was struck by the resemblance to his dad who could only have been a couple of years older than Bobby was now when the photo was taken. The image of Bobby's young parents smiling and Bobby's ghostly reflection between them was surreal, almost like Bobby was replacing his father. 

It was almost 7pm by the time his mother arrived home, he'd been worried till he remembered it was Friday night and Mom usually went out with the girls after work. She trotted upstairs and into her room as Bobby emerged from his. 

"Hi Mom, you have a good time with the girls?"

"Yes thanks Bobby, Jeanette is getting married so we gave her a bit of a send off."

Jeanette was a pretty looking girl and a real sweetie to boot. Mom obviously was happy for her. 

"They're going to Mexico on their honeymoon, hope the weather is good for them."

"Doubt they'll see much weather mom!"

"Bobby!" she mock scolded him.

He noticed she'd left the door to her bedroom slightly ajar and couldn't resist peeking through as she chattered. Initially he could see nothing but then he heard her voice moving and and suddenly he saw her from behind as she walked across the room in just her panties. He gasped as he saw the side of one magnificent boob and her shapely ass for a fleeting moment before she was out of view. He moved away from the door not wanting to be caught peeping but his dick had gone from 0 to hard on in about 5 seconds. Shit, she looks so hot, how did dad ever get any work done being married to someone so fucking sexy, he wondered. 

He made his way downstairs and arranged his robe to cover his erection as best he could. Eventually he heard her coming down the stairs. 

"I'm too pooped to cook tonight, what about we order a pizza and rent a movie?"

"Uh sure mom that's... "

He turned his head to look at her and the words died in his mouth. She was wearing a Blondie shirt, one ironically showing Debbie Harry in just a t-shirt. Bobby remembered his dad telling him that one of his buddy's had claimed he went to the show where she was wearing just a t-shirt and nothing underneath. 

"My pal said the guy's in the front row had a real treat if you know what I mean?" Dad had told him with a knowing wink. "Don't tell your mom I told you that!" he'd smiled.

Now mom was walking down the stairs in the same shirt and Bobby could almost see up the front of it. Mom filled out her shirt a lot more than Debbie Harry though and Debbie's image was constantly on the move as his mom's boobs bounced and swayed under the shirt.

"What did you say Bobby?"

"Err... that'd be great mom!"

"Ok, here's the pizza menu, have a look and decide what you want while I get a drink." 

Mom sure was hitting the bottle these days, but she seemed pretty cheerful so he wasn't about to deny her a little happiness.

Mom was busy chatting about work and seemed chirpy, she'd obviously enjoyed her time with the girls and had a few drinks while she was there. She plopped down next to him on the sofa, Debbie Harry bouncing around deliciously.

"What would you like sweetie?"

You to stroke my raging hard on till I shoot my fucking load all over your beautiful tits mom! 

"Err, Pepperoni sounds good thanks Mom."

Mom ordered the pizzas and then they went through the movie box office channel to see what was available, Bobby sensed she was avoiding the elephant in the room and didn't want to discuss what had happened. She seemed fine with him but when the subject of hand jobs came up he was never sure how she would react, but then it wasn't normally something mothers and sons discussed he guessed. Mom was looking at the screen but Bobby was more interested in her beautiful legs and the twin treasures that seemed to have a life of their own under her shirt. His dick was throbbing under his robe and he wanted to just let it fall open and wave his hard cock at her but he figured that wasn't the best approach.

"Mom... "

"Yes Bobby?"

"About last night, I just wanted to say it doesn't change how I feel, you're still my mom and I still love you."

She went silent for a few moments, Oh God, please don't freak out or start crying.

"Bobby, I was going to talk to you about that later. Look... we can't change what happened, and I will always love you, but from now on... "

She paused. What? From now on no more hand-jobs? Back to the hospital? I'll jerk you off whenever you want? What?

DING DONG!

"Oh that'll be the pizzas!"

Shit!! I don't want pizza, I want you to stroke my aching cock!

"Come in, just put them on the table there while I get my purse."

The pizza guy followed his mom into the room his eyes glued to her barely covered ass. He noticed Bobby sitting on the sofa and gave him an embarrassed nod, Bobby guessed the guy wasn't much older than himself. He set the boxes down on the coffee table and mom returned with her purse, her knockers dancing under her shirt. The pizza guy's eyes were practically on stalks as she looked in her purse for some money. 

"Here keep the change."

"Thanks." 

Whether he was thanking her for the tip or the eyeful wasn't clear, but as he turned to go he gave Bobby a conspiratorial smile. Bobby flushed at the implication that he was mom's lover and the fact that the pizza guy clearly envied him. He was angry to see his mom be ogled like that, but at the same time he was proud that she was so hot. 

They settled down to eat the pizza and watch the movie but Bobby couldn't relax for wondering what she had decided, he wanted to ask her but how do you find the right moment to say 'Mom are you going to jerk me off again?' Over the course of the movie mom poured herself another glass of wine and Bobby wondered if she was working up some Dutch courage.

As the movie finished and the credits rolled Alison muted the tv and turned to him.

"Bobby, about last night... I still love you and I always will, and I will always be your mother. I can't change what happened, so whatever damage is done is done... "

She paused to sip her wine and Bobby waited with baited breath and a throbbing cock.

"Bobby... look, I know how difficult it is for you, and I accept I've made things harder... "

Mom you have no idea how hard you are making me right now!

"What I'm trying to say, is if you need help while your hands are healing, with, well... you know, then I will try to make it better for you."

Did he hear right? Was she saying she would jerk him off?

"Mom, do you mean you'll, help me out, like last night?"

She was silent for a few moments and then said, barely audibly, "Yes Bobby." 

She then turned to him and looked at him in the eye.

"But this is as far as things go. Ever. Do you understand?"

"Yes mom."

Fuck, she was going to keep doing it! He felt relief flood through him and leant back in the sofa, as he did so his robe fell open and revealed his huge hard cock standing up.

She glanced at his dick and smiled. "Do I take it you would like some help now?"

"Err... that would be really great mom!"

She smiled again and put her glass back on the table before opening his robe and rubbing his flat belly with her cool hand. She then ran her hand down and encircled his huge cock shaft, Bobby groaned at the feel of her fingers on his meat. She began slowly stroking the shaft, drawing the foreskin back and forward over the head of his cock for a few minutes while he lay back and gloried in the feelings emanating from his cock. She then became bolder, running her fingers up around the head of his cock, tickling the underside and running them around the ridge. His cock was drooling pre-cum now and she spread it over his glans forming a sheen over his purple head. He'd thought she would just jerk him off as fast as she could to get it over with but instead she teased and caressed him, her fingers giving him sensations he'd never believed possible. His girlfriends in the past had just jerked him off with mechanical movements but mom was like an artist as she caressed his cock. 

She slowly increased the pace of her stroking, coaxing the cum from his balls with her delicate hands. He fought to hold back his cum, wanting to preserve the moment for as long as he could but it was an uneven contest, in a battle between his mom's magic fingers and his hard cock it was a foregone conclusion who was going to win. Steadily he felt the cum beginning to rise, his balls tightening at the prospect of release. Eventually he could hold back no longer, his mom seemed to sense he was near the end and her stroking of his cock became faster. He glanced down at his huge cock with her delicate hand stroking it and at Debbie Harry bouncing as his mom's boobs gambolled under her shirt and felt his balls pull up under his cock and the cum rising in his shaft. 

"Urg! I'm cumming mom!"

She kept tugging his cock as he turned towards her and erupted all over the Blondie lead singer, load after load after load spurted from his cock soaking her shirt so it clung to her boobs. Eventually his orgasm subsided and he looked at her shirt, Debbie Harry now almost invisible under a sea of cum and his mom's nipples partly visible through the soaked fabric.

"Oh my god... I look like I just entered a wet t-shirt contest!" 

His cock lurched at the thought of his mom parading in front of a bar full of horny guys, and the fact that she'd probably win!

"Sorry mom!"

"Well I guess this shirt is pretty much ruined."

She trotted off to the bedroom and he watched her bottom jiggling as she ran up the stairs. Holy fuck, hand-jobs on tap for the next month! He almost wished he could break his wrists again! And what hand-jobs! This wasn't like being just jerked off, it was like his dick was an instrument being played by a concert musician. He'd never had an orgasm like this before, his mom had ruined him for other girls now, none of his other girlfriends had come close to making him feel this good. And she would jerk him off whenever he needed it! 

His cock had stayed hard after he came and as he thought about his mom jerking him off for the next month he felt his excitement returning. He wondered if she would jerk him off again tonight, and his cock lurched at the thought. His mom returned in a clean shirt and fetched herself another glass of wine before sitting next to him and noticing his erection, not that she could exactly miss it as the huge column of meat curved up in the air throbbing. 

"Bobby, you're still hard!"

"Err..yeah."

"But I only just... I mean you only just.."

"Err.. yeah sorry mom."

"You mean, you want me to... again!?"

"Well... er, yeah that would be... I mean if it's ok?"

"Already?? Bobby, how many times a day do you normally... I mean did you, before your accident... how often did you masturbate?"

"About 3 or 4 times a day I guess."

"3 or 4??!! I'll run out of shirts in a week at this rate!"

"Take it off then."

"Very funny Bobby!"

"I'm serious, like you said you'll run out of shirts otherwise."

"Bobby, I'm not taking my shirt off! I'm not wearing a bra!"

No shit sherlock!

"Well it's not like I haven't seen them before."

"You mean in the shower when you promised you'd keep your eyes closed???"

"Err... yeah sorry, I panicked when I fell."

"And now you'd like another eyeful is that it???"

"Um, no mom, I'm just trying to be practical that's all."

"It seems every time you are being practical it involves me getting naked!"

His dick lurched at the thought but she either didn't notice or ignored it.

"Well that is one of Dad's favourite shirts."

He mentally crossed his fingers as this was a total lie, it was an old Bob Marley shirt and he never remembered Dad even wearing it. All the same it didn't seem right to hose down Bob!

His mom looked down at her shirt and he could see her nipples poking out through the material. Funny the A/C wasn't all that cold.

He hummed the melody from 'I shot the sheriff' and his mom playfully hit him on his shoulder.

"Ow! I'm a patient remember mom?"

"Hmmmm" she paused and he could see her weighing it up in her mind.

"Oh alright! I can't believe I'm doing this!"

He watched in slow motion as she reached down and lifted her shirt, revealing first her panties and her flat tummy then as the shirt continued to rise he could see the undersides of her magnificent breasts before the nipples and her whole chest was revealed.

"There! Happy?!"

She sat with her arms by her side making no attempt to cover herself as he gawped at her. Her breasts were even more beautiful than he remembered, huge and pear shaped with quite small oval aureola and hard nipples. They were glorious!

She said something but he didn't hear.

"Sorry mom?"

"I said a little eye contact would be nice!"

"Oh sorry."

"I don't know why you are so obsessed with my old boobs anyway!"

"Mom you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen! They're perfect!"

"Hmm. Better than all those perky cheerleaders you dated?"

"Mom those were just girls boobs, these are what a real woman's breasts should look like! They're amazing! They're so big, and so beautiful, and... "

"Alright Bobby, I get the idea you like them!"

Although she chided him he noticed she seemed to sitting up a little more and pushing her boobs out towards him. It also looked like her nipples were if anything harder. 

She reached down and took hold of his cock and held it up to look at it.

"Well you certainly take after your father in one respect."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you have a very large penis."

"Like dad's?"

"Bigger." she murmured.

"What?"

"I said yours is even bigger than your father's! And that was the largest I've ever seen."

His cock swelled with pride as she held it in her hand and looked at it. The hand that still had her husband's wedding ring on it. His cock gave another sick lurch. There was cum still running down his cock from his last orgasm and as his mom held his shaft with one hand she used the fingers on her other hand to rub the cum over his cock head and shaft as lube before she began caressing it. He couldn't decide which to look at her magnificent tits or her hands working their magic on his cock. He settled on her boobs, her beautiful jugs gently swaying in time with her stroking. As he stared at them he decided they really were the most beautiful pair he'd ever seen, so full and round. Not the fake gravity defying tit's of a silicone enhanced porn-star, or the perky little titties of a teenager. They were full and heavy, rounded and beautiful. 

Her fingers were teasing and stroking his cum coated cock head, the glans as swollen and as hard as the shaft. She then began gently tugging the foreskin up and down over his cock head, slowly building the excitement. Mom's technique was so much subtler than he had experienced before, it seemed like she was being so gentle it would take him ages to cum, but her light touch was deceptive. It made him so sensitive and aroused that the delicate stroking brought his orgasm bubbling closer faster then he expected. He was determined to hold on this time though, wanting to make the ecstasy last as long as possible. 

Her stroking of his cock head remained a subtle relentless tugging that he could feel drawing him steadily closer and closer to orgasm. He fought the cum rising in his balls as the minutes ticked by but he was no match for his mothers skilled manipulations. Jeez-us no wonder dad married her!

But as he finally felt himself beginning to lose control and having to admit defeat, his mom seemed to sense this and slowed her stroking before running her fingers down his cock to gently play with his heavy balls while his orgasm subsided. After a minute or two she started lightly stroking his shaft again, drawing the foreskin back and forwards over the head. Her touch on his less sensitive shaft meant he was able to hold back longer this time, the sensation of her fingers round his cock and the skin sliding up and down his head was light and stimulating but even so after another few more minutes of her relentless stroking his balls were beginning to tighten and the cum beginning to rise.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 04



Just when he thought he could take no more though, she stopped stroking and simply ran her fingertips over the underside of his cock and gently played with his balls again. Shit, his mom was teasing him, getting him close and then stopping. God this was driving him crazy but he loved it! 

She began gently caressing his cock head with her fingers now, the pre-cum and cum-cum covering the purple head in a shiny sheen. Her touch was light and feathery as she gently coaxed his cock towards orgasm, caressing and playing with his column of hard meat like she was worshipping it. Oh god, his prick was so hard and his balls so full he felt like they would explode if he didn't cum soon. She began lightly stroking the head again, his cock now totally in her power, all thoughts of holding back gone now, his only thought was release. With every light caress of his cock his cum boiled more and he edged closer to orgasm, now surely she wouldn't stop. She had to make him cum.

"Uuuuuurrrrgghh... cooooommmmiiinngg!!"

She maintained her stroking pulling his cock towards her. The first blast of cum was so violent it splashed across her face and hair but she aimed the rest lower, load after load after load of cum splashing onto her big, naked tits. He'd read the french called an orgasm a 'petite mort' or little death and he understood why now. His body went tense from head to toe and he could hardly focus his eyes as his cock convulsed again and again. Finally his orgasm subsided and he turned to look at his mom. Cum was dripping from her beautiful face and her tits were soaked with streaks of sperm that splattered the upper slopes and hung from the undersides. 

She gently released his cock and looked down at herself before looking at Bobby. 

"Better now?"

He nodded unable to speak.

"Well I am going to have a shower and go to bed, good night Bobby." She smiled.

"Nite." he croaked.

She picked up her t-shirt and made her way to her bedroom.

He stayed slumped on the sofa, his cock now finally softening, as he watched his beautiful mom, naked apart from a pair of panties, sashay up the stairs to her bedroom, her sexy bottom wiggling as she walked. 

As she disappeared from view he looked down at his semi hard cock resting on his thigh, cum dribbling onto his leg. It seemed surreal that a few minutes ago his mom had had her hands on it and jerked him off. His own mother had just given him the two best orgasms he'd ever had in his life. One of them topless! Fuck! Topless hand-jobs on demand from his beautiful sexy stacked mom for the next month! Life had just suddenly got a whole lot better for Bobby Stevens!

More to cum in Chapter 5!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 05



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. 

All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story please rate it in the comments section.

*****

After the double helping of his mother's magical hand jobs the night before Bobby slept like a rock.The following day was the weekend so they both slept in late and when he awoke he saw sunlight steaming in through the window and his mom pulling the drapes back .

"Finally awake sleepy head? It's such a lovely day I thought you might like a trip to the beach?"

He stifled a yawn as he peered bleary eyed at his beautiful mom in her revealing negligee. No matter how many times he saw her in her skimpy outfits he never tired of them. His morning woody gave an appreciative lurch as he watched her boobs swaying about while she finished pulling back the drapes.

"Yeah, that sounds great mom." 

He was pitching a tent under the covers and wondered if she would pull them back and offer to give his morning glory some TLC but she seemed to be in 'Mom' mode at present.

"Well it's nearly 10am so if you want to get there for lunch we should get moving. Rise and shine!"

He certainly had risen and was shining with purple excitement, one of his mom's magic hand jobs would sure start the day off right, but it didn't appear to be on the cards.

"Uh, yeah I'll be up in a minute." he yawned again.

"Alright Bobby, well don't be too long. Unless you don't want to join me in the shower?" 

She said the last part as she headed off out of the room and as she did so she pulled her negligee over her head giving Bobby a view of the side of her boob and her magnificent butt wiggling as she left his room.

Shit! She was offering to get naked in the shower with him? Fuck! He nearly fell over the bedclothes in his hurry to get out of bed, finally making his way to the bathroom, his hard on swaying like a divining wand in front of him. His mom was stood in just her panties adjusting the water in the shower.

"Well that certainly seemed to get you out of bed, I don't think I've ever seen you move so fast in the mornings!" she smirked.

"Err, well it seemed like too good an offer to refuse."

"Hmm..." she smiled, arching an eyebrow at him. He was too busy ogling her tits to notice though as she fitted the bags to his hands and helped him into the shower before slipping her panties off and joining him. This time she made no bones about him watching her as she washed her self, soaping her big tits and tummy, though he noticed she did face away when she washed between her legs. 

Much as he loved staring at her boobs seeing her totally naked like this was an extra thrill that made his dick throb even more than it was already. As she faced him again he couldn't help but admire the neat, dark parch of hair between her legs, he couldn't see much more and she was clearly making sure he wasn't going to as she manoeuvred him under the water and began washing him.

"Looks like you could do with a shave, you're getting to look like a Grizzly Adams."

"Who?"

"Never mind." 

As she lathered his face and gently shaved him, he simply drank in the sight of her, the feel of her hands on his skin, her cool breath on his face and the smell of her clean body. She finished gently shaving him before rinsing the foam off.

"Actually I kind need a shave down there too mom."

She glanced down at his cock.

"Oh I thought that the hospital did that."

"No, I err... like to keep things tidy down there."

"Um... ok."

She gently spread foam around the base of his cock and his balls. 

"At least I don't have to worry about lifting your penis out of the way." she commented, playfully batting the head of his stiff cock making it sway about. 

She tenderly shaved around his cock and balls, gently moving his cock to one side to see what she was doing and lifting his balls to shave underneath. He revelled in the feel of her hands delicately moving his cock and balls about while she shaved him and even though she was using a razor on his pride and joy he felt totally safe in her hands. Eventually she rinsed him off and inspected her work.

"There, happy now?"

"Thanks mom!"

"Now let's get you washed before we both turn into prunes."

As she shampooed his hair he closed his eyes to avoid the soap but could still feel her heavy boobs rubbing against him and squeezing against his chest while his hard cock bumped and rubbed against her flat belly. Her hands moved over his body with a tenderness and sensuality that made his cock throb and lurch.

Eventually she had washed everything else and began soaping his cock and balls.

"I seem to recall this is where all the trouble started."

"Yeah I guess it did mom, kinda like deja vu."

She'd worked up a lather on his cock and balls and began stroking the shaft with one hand while caressing his heavy balls with the other. His dick was slightly numb from his morning woody so he was able to relax for a few minutes and enjoy the sensations of her hands and the sight of her big tits squeezed together while she jerked him off knowing he wouldn't cum for a while. She seemed to sense his greater staying power and brought both hands up onto his cock, one sliding up and down the shaft while the other caressed the head. Even numb, after a few minutes of this treatment he could feel the first boiling of cum beginning in his balls.

"Oh wow, that feels amazing!"

"I think there's room for 3 pairs of hands on this thing."

Her movements were becoming faster now, stroking and twisting her fingers round his shaft while her other hand caressed and teased his swollen glans. Her boobs jiggled deliciously with the faster movements and he could feel his cum beginning to rise, his cock was powerless to resist her touch and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer, sure enough after a few more minutes he could feel himself nearing the edge.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum soon!"

She didn't say anything but continued her stroking, the soap and lather flying off his cock as she she jerked him before he finally went tense and his cock began spasming in her hands, a jet of cum splashing her face and some landing in her hair as she did her best to direct the rest down into the wonderful valley between her boobs, where it ran down, some dribbling off her boobs, some trickling down her belly towards her holy of holies. His dick lurched at the sick thought of his sperm ending up so near her pussy and another spurt splashed onto her belly. She'd made it clear nothing more was on the agenda and he wasn't complaining but the thought filled him with a wicked excitement all the same.

"Hmm looks like I need another shower."

"Sorry mom."

She released his cock and wiped the sperm off her face. 

"Did it go in my hair? I don't want to end up like Cameron Diaz in that movie!"

"Err a little.. sorry mom!" 

They both laughed as she washed his cum off before stepping out of the shower. She dressed herself first, putting on a light summer dress before helping him into his clothes. He chose a t-shirt and some shorts telling his mom he didn't bother with underwear. 

"I don't really get on with it, it's kind of... restricting."

"You mean they haven't designed any you can fit in?" she laughed.

"Err kind of." 

Truth was he liked the feel of his heavy cock and balls swinging free in his shorts and most of his underwear actually was pretty tight.

The drive to the beach took a couple of hours and they rode in companionable silence listening to the radio and occasionally chatting. His pain meds left him pretty drowsy and after a while he dozed off only waking as they arrived.

"Sorry mom, I wasn't much company I guess."

"That's ok sweetie, it was just nice having you here."

They parked up and walked along the beach, there were a few people around but it was still a little too early for the tourists. Mom took Bobby's arm as they strolled smiling at him with a look he hadn't seen since... well since his dad died. Mom seemed so different, happy and alive and like the young woman who he remembered from his childhood. 

She was wearing a light summer dress, and while it was nothing special Mom had the sort of body that could make a sack look sexy. 

Bobby noticed a few guys checking her out as they passed by and he felt a mixture of anger that they should look at his mom like that and pride that she was so beautiful. Mom didn't notice them, or ignored them if she did, she seemed only interested in Bobby, resting her head on his shoulder occasionally as they walked.

He wondered what the guys looking at her would think if they knew she had been naked with him in the shower doing amazing things to his hard dick only a few hours ago? Jealous as fuck was his guess. He remembered how good she looked and how good her hands felt and felt his dick getting bigger in his shorts. He was acutely aware of it swinging about and his heavy balls bouncing on his leg, while he didn't get fully stiff his semi hard cock was still obvious enough that he attracted a couple of looks from some of the girls. A passing teen nudged her friend and pointed at Bobby's crotch who mouthed 'OMG' before they both started giggling. 

They found a beachfront restaurant to have lunch and sat on the verandah enjoying the day and each other's company. Afterwards they looked round some of the stores for a while before deciding to call it a day. On the drive back mom was more relaxed than he'd seen her for a long while.

"Thank you for today Bobby, it was good of you to spend so much time with your old mom."

"Old? Mom you look like you're in your 20's, and you're beautiful. And besides I really enjoyed it as well. I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

"Oh Bobby." she smiled and rested her hand on his leg. "I don't know what I"d do with out you."

"Well you''ll never have to, so don't worry."

Her fingers were cool on his skin and the thought that those same fingers had been wrapped round his cock earlier, and with any luck would be again tonight caused his cock to start swelling. The material of his shorts twitched as his dick lengthened and rose and his mom glanced down.

"Bobby, cant you control that thing at all?"

"Well, I did say you are beautiful mom!"

"Well I suppose that this is as sincere a compliment as a girl can get."

With that she reached over and gently squeezed his cock through his shorts, running her hand up and down his length. 

"Ooooh, that feels good."

She continued to rub up and down his cock occasionally pausing to reach down and gently squeeze his balls. His dick was straining against the material now, lurching with excitement as her fingers continued to gently explore his cock though his shorts. She would run her finger tips up and down his length, occasionally teasing the swollen head, sometimes squeezing the shaft, but all the time increasing his excitement. The journey home took a little longer because of traffic and after an hour or so of his mom's teasing Bobby's cock was aching and hard as steel. Pre-cum was beginning to seep through the fabric where his cock was beginning to drool.

"God mom you're driving me crazy!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I just wish you'd take it out."

"And have you explode all over the car? I'd need windscreen wipers on the inside!"

"Shame we don't have a convertible, the car behind would think it was snowing!"

"Oh god! Bobby that's gross!" she laughed.

"You started it."

"Well I will finish it," she said giving his cock a meaningful squeeze "when we get home."

They finally arrived home 2 hours later and Alison had teased Bobby's cock almost the entire way, as they pulled into the garage and the door closed behind them Bobby breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god."

Mom hopped out and went round the car to let Bobby out. As he stood up his dick was so hard it made his shorts stick straight out in front of him.

"Oh my god Bobby, it looks like you've got a third leg!" she laughed.

"It feels like it too! One that's aching real bad!"

"Oh you poor baby, come inside and mommy will make it better."

His mom was getting seriously flirty in her comments recently and this one wasn't down to alcohol Not that he was complaining. As they stepped indoors the heat hit them.

"Oh darn, I forgot to set the A/C when we left. Here let me do it now."

As she returned Bobby said, "Do you mind if I get out of these clothes, it'd more comfortable with the heat and the err.."

"...and this?" she said giving his straining dick a squeeze through his shorts. 

"Err... yeah!"

She smiled as she lifted his shirt off before undoing his shorts and pulling them down, his huge hard on springing up and slapping his belly.

"Looks like someone's happy to be let out!" as she said this she gently stroked his cock.

"Mmmm that's soooo nice!" 

"Well I'm just going to get changed then I'll be back."

"You know it's a LOT more comfortable with no clothes on when it's this hot mom."

"Is it really now?" she said with a wry smile.

Bobby settled on the sofa his dick hard against his stomach, a small trail of pre-cum smearing against his belly. God, he was looking forward to having his mom's hands on his cock again, he didn't remember ever being so horny as he had been over the last few weeks.

"Does this meet with your approval?"

"Sorry mom, what do you...HOLY SHIT!"

He turned to see what his mom wanted and couldn't believe his eyes. His mom was padding down the stairs naked apart from her panties, her huge boobs bouncing as she descended the steps. 

"I hope that's a good holy shit? It really is too hot until the A/C kicks in and I guess you've seen me naked enough times once more won't make much difference."

He was speechless, no matter how many times he saw her naked he didn't think he'd ever get over how gorgeous she was. 

"I'm going to get us something to eat and then we can watch TV while I take care of your problem."

He followed her out to the kitchen watching her sexy bottom wobble as she went. His dick scythed through the air as he followed her. 

"Come to keep me company have we? Both of you I see."

She playfully stroked his cock as she said this, before picking up a towel and hanging it on his cock.

"What's that for?"

"Well you might as well make yourself useful while you're here, I need another towel rail!"

They laughed as she poured herself a glass of wine as she started cooking. They chatted with one another and he couldn't help thinking how surreal it was to be hanging out with his mom like everything was normal when they were both naked and he had a towel hanging over his hugely erect cock. Once the food was heating his mom turned to him again. 

"Well we've got a few minutes while the food cooks, I suppose you'd like me to help you out with this for a little while?" she said removing the towel from his cock while sipping her wine.

"God yes please mom."

She reached down and hefted his big balls in her hand.

"Hmmm... why do I get the feeling I'm going to get extra soaked tonight?"

"Sorry mom, I can't help it, I just cum a lot."

"A lot is an understatement, you could open your own sperm bank!"

"Err... thanks mom, I think."

She ran her finger tips up onto his cock and began delicately teasing it, making it jump and lurch. 

"Oh god!"

She then wrapped her fingers round it and began lightly stroking it while holding her wine glass in her other hand. She kept the movements slow and light, delicately caressing the swollen glands and lightly rubbing the pre-cum over his cock head. He rode the waves of pleasure she was giving him, totally in her power as she toyed with him, feeling his balls begin to tighten and his cum begin to rise. 

Another minute or two and he would be there, as she lightly tugged on his cock head he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the inevitable orgasm. 

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

"Oh, looks like dinner's ready!" she said releasing his cock.

"Oh fu...I mean god, I was almost there."

"I'm sorry dear, I promise I'll make it up to you later." she smiled at him over her shoulder. As he looked at her in profile, her huge boobs and shapely bottom accentuated by her pose, he couldn't decide if she was teasing him deliberately or just oblivious the effect she was having on him.

They ate their meal together, his mom feeding him and herself before she tidied the plates away. She returned to sit next to him her boobs bouncing as she sat. 

"Well, I suppose I should put you out of your misery."

"Please."

"Alright sweetie, just let me see what's on TV, we might as well have a movie while I take care of you. Oh I left the remote on the table, let me grab it."

She leant over him to reach the remote on the table behind them and as she did her huge boobs hung over his face swaying about as she struggled to reach the remote. As he marvelled and the huge heavy orbs swinging and swaying inches away from him she stretched a bit further and one of her boobs brushed his face. It was too much, he couldn't help himself and he opened his mouth and leant up seeking out her luscious opulent breasts with his lips and tongue. He sucked on her smooth flesh finding the rubbery nipple with his tongue and feeling it harden in his mouth as he feasted on her bounteous boob.

"Bobby!! What are you doing??"

She sat back up looking down at him and at her breast, wet with his saliva. 

"I'm sorry mom I couldn't help it."

"Bobby I didn't give you permission to do that."

"I'm sorry mom, but they were right in my face."

"That doesn't mean you can do that to me. I agreed I would help you with your, problem, but I said that was as far as it goes and I meant it."

"I know, I'm sorry mom, I just... I'm sorry."

"Well, alright. I suppose I was being rather, insensitive, leaning over you like that."

"I'm sorry."

"I know, Bobby. It was my fault I should have thought."

She looked down at her wet nipple again "It's been a few years since you did that." 

"I wish I could remember." he smiled.

"Well you were always a greedy baby. Guess not much has changed!"

"I bet I never went hungry!" he grinned.

"Bobby!" She playfully hit his arm.

"Ow! Not fair! My hands are in plaster" 

"Probably a good thing at the moment! I'm not sure I could trust you."

She found a movie she liked and started it on the TV. Bobby drank in the moment, both of them on the sofa naked apart from the bandages on his wrists and him mom's lacy panties. His cock was hard as a baseball bat and curved up above his belly throbbing with anticipation for the pleasure he knew his mother's hands would shortly be bringing him. He looked at his beautiful mom, her pretty face, her glamour model curves and perfect skin, sitting naked a few inches away. She turned to face him as she put the remote down giving him a perfect view of her huge boobs, swaying and jiggling. She was right about one thing, if his hands weren't in plaster he would reach out right now and grab her huge tits. God he wished he could, they looked so good, he wished he could fill his hands with those bounteous boobs and feast on them all evening. Instead he had to content himself with feasting his eyes, burning the image of those perfect breasts into his mind forever. 

She ran her fingers over his chest down to his crotch but skirted around his cock, instead running her fingers over his thighs and back up to his hips. She repeated this a few times letting her finger tips trace the lines of his hard abs and toned thighs but avoiding his cock and balls at the last moment. Occasionally the smooth skin of her forearm brushed against his swollen cock head making his dick lurch and spasm, pre-cum drooling from the evil eye. She was teasing him to distraction, making him so hard he thought he would explode. Finally she ran her fingers up his thighs and lightly stroked his balls, the heavy testicles hanging against his thigh. She then ran her fingertips up to the base of his cock, lightly tracing the underside of his shaft before delicately running them around the swollen purple head. A strand of pre-cum was drooling from the head and she used her finger to lightly scoop it up and rub the clear slippery liquid over his glans.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 05



"Oh god mom that feels so good."

She continued to run her finger tips around his cock head before running them down the underside of his shaft and back up again, teasing the iron hard shaft before encircling the purple glans with her fingers and lightly stroking the silky foreskin back and forward. The sheen of pre-cum lubricated his cock head and ran down onto his foreskin making it slippery to the touch.

"Ohhhhhh, god mom."

She shifted her position slightly, sitting on her calves and leaning forward slightly, her huge boobs hanging down and swaying over his face as she adjusted her position. He gazed at the magnificent orbs from a few inches away, remembering the fleeting taste of her rubbery nipple in his mouth and the feel of the silky smooth cool firmness of her breast on his cheek. 

She increased the cadence of her stroking slightly, the wet foreskin making small noises as it rolled up and down over his slick glans. God he knew he was going to shoot a big load tonight, his balls felt like concrete and his cock was like an iron bar as his mothers delicate fingers worked their magic, inexorably stroking his cock closer and closer to orgasm. As he felt himself nearing the point of no return she slowed her stroking, her touch becoming lighter and more delicate, her fingers barely touching his straining cock. She ran her fingers down his shaft before taking his heavy balls and gently squeezing them, her delicate hand barely able to contain his oversized swollen testes.

She ran her fingers up his cock again and began her delicate, teasing stroking on his cock head again, leaning over him more as she did. He could feel her breath on him,smelling the slight bitter aroma of the wine. Her heavy breasts were inches away from his face now, every jiggle of the beautiful orbs visible to him, her nipples were sticking out like two bullets pointing right at him.

His cock head and several inches of the shaft were slick with pre-cum now as his dick bucked and lurched in her tender hand, like some wild beast being tamed and broken in by her beautiful touch. He rode the waves of ecstasy, totally in her power, knowing his orgasm was completely in her control. As she brought his orgasm closer she would slow her movements again letting it subside, and with each faux climax the pleasure intensified, his cock so hard and sensitive her touch was almost painful. 

"Bobby..."

He was so lost in his sensations he didn't respond at first.

"Bobby?"

"Uhh, yeah mom?"

He looked up blearily at her, his view filled with the huge boobs that was so near and yet so far, groaning at their beauty and the frustration of not being able to touch them.

"It's alright, if you want to."

He was confused, was she giving him permission to cum?

"I know mom, I'm not holding back."

Surely she must know she could make him cum whenever she wanted.

"No Bobby, I mean if you want to, you can... you can have them."

Have them? Her tits!!?? She was offering them to him like a gift! Shit, if they were a gift this would be about a 1,000 birthdays and christmases rolled into one!

"You mean you, don't mind, if I?" he stared at the delicious melons inches from his face.

"No."

She leant a little closer, offering them to him, He didn't need a second invitation and went at her bounteous breasts like a starving man, the smooth skin from one filling his mouth while its heavy companion bounced on his cheek. He hungrily sought out her nipple, drawing the hard rubbery nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She inhaled sharply at the sensation but continued to stroke his cock, keeping him on the brink of release but denying him the ultimate pleasure. 

He sucked as much of her boob into his mouth as he could, the soft enveloping breast filling his nose and smothering his face, it was like drowning in tits he reflected, not a bad way to go if he had to choose! He could feel the hard nipple of her other boob lightly rubbing on his shoulder and, after feasting on her other beautiful tit till he could hardly breathe he released it, seeking out its neglected companion. She adjusted her position slightly to allow him access to her other breast and he quickly found the nipple, sucking, licking and lightly biting it, feeling him suck on her breasts in a perverse parody of how she had nursed him as an infant.

Did his mother let out a moan or was he imagining it? Her grip on his cock was certainly becoming firmer, as if she was squeezing it in response to his sucking on her tits. She ran her hand up and down the length of his cock now, jerking him hard and fast and he knew the end was near. If someone held a gun to his head he didn't suppose he could hold off cumming for more than a few seconds more. He tried to warn his mom but his mouth and face were full of her huge tits, and the most he could manage was a "Mmmmmmmppffffff!"

If she was in any doubt what he was trying to tell her the confusion was ended a second later when an eruption of come blasted across her tits and face. From her position leaning over Bobby there wasn't much she could do about aiming his cum, the next blast splashed her neck before dripping onto Bobby's chest, the next landed in her hair and her shoulder, the next across her boobs and Bobby's chest, the next on her stomach and rest onto Bobby's chest and finally dribbling down his cock onto her fingers.

He released her breast from his mouth with an wet pop and hazily noticed the credits rolling on the screen. Shit, his mom had been jerking him off for the entire movie, he'd lost all track of time. He was aware of the wet coolness on his chest and could see the strands of cum hanging off his mom's boobs and body.

"Well, it looks like you excelled yourself tonight. I guess we'd better both have a shower."

"Err.. ok, sorry mom."

"You don't need to apologise Bobby, it's not like it's your fault." she smiled before leading the way to the shower. His cock was still semi erect, even after the marathon jerk off session his mom had given him and the thought of seeing her totally naked again gave him an extra thrill. Funny how a few square inches of frilly fabric could make a difference but somehow his mom's panties represented the frontier that was never to be crossed. 

She helped him into the shower then slipped her panties down before stepping out of them. As she stepped into the shower she opened her legs slightly and Bobby caught a glimpse of her puffy pink lips, and he couldn't be sure but he thought he thought she looked wet between them. Was his mom getting turned on? Shit! Her nipples were certainly hard when he sucked her tits, so was she getting as turned on by this as he was?? His cock had stiffened at the glimpse of her moist pussy and as his mom washed herself and turned to see him she gasped.

"Again?? Bobby Stevens I can't believe even you are still hard after what I did to you!!"

"Sorry ma, guess it has a mind of its own."

"And a one track mind at that. Still it is quite impressive." 

His cock lurched at the praise while she washed the cum off his chest. She then took his hard cock and began jerking it off. This time there was no teasing, her grip was firm and ran up and down the length of his cock.

"I think I could beat this thing off all day and it would still be hard."

"Why not give it a try?"

"Very funny."

She played with his balls with her other hand before bringing it up and rubbing it over the head of his cock. The combined 2 hand assault on his dick was having the desired effect and he began to feel his balls tightening and she jerked him hard, her boobs bouncing and jiggling. He looked as her beautiful tits remembering the taste and feel of them on his face and in his mouth and wished his hands were free right now to grab them and squeeze them.

His cock swelled and his balls tightened and he could feel his dick about to erupt.

"Cumming!"

"I can't believe you have any left what you just produced."

"Urrrghhhhh!'

His cock spasmed and he managed two good spurts that reached her tits before the others splattered onto her belly and dribbled down between her thighs He noticed the thick cum running down into the small dark bush between her legs and he gave one final spurt that landed on her thigh before dribbling onto her hand. She stroked him until he finished cumming and then rinsed the cum off herself.

She dried them both off, replacing her panties before wishing him good night and heading off to her room. Bobby lay in bed his cock and balls well and truly drained and reflected on the day. It was like having a dream girlfriend, one who understood him, who would never leave him, who gave him unbelievable hand jobs, but who he could never fuck. Still she'd told him he couldn't suck her tits and then changed her mind so who knew? The horny possibilities were still running through his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Cumming in chapter 6...Alison has to use her physical assets to further her career, Bobby and his mom go shopping for a sexy dress and get into trouble at the mall and Alison ends up helping Bobby out in a way she never planned.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 06



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Chapter 6

Over the next few days Bobby's world was one long happy, horny holiday.

Clothes were now pretty much abandoned in the home so the first sight that greeted his eyes when his mother woke him was her huge, beautiful, naked tits swinging in his face. She would set the alarm a few minutes early so that they had extra time in the shower for her to give him a long soapy hand job that would slowly build to a shuddering climax, usually all over his mother's beautiful body. 

He would alternately doze and surf the internet through the day waiting for her to return, fantasising about seeing her strip down to her panties, and following her about the house with his hard on aching for some attention. She would often tease him for an hour or two while she fixed dinner, giving his cock occasional strokes and fondles before finally settling down on the couch and going to work on his cock in earnest, bringing him sexual ecstasy he'd never known was possible, keeping him hovering on the brink of a climax sometimes for an hour or two before he finally erupted. Such was Bobby's libido he would often stay hard after cumming and his mom would go to work on him again, sometimes jerking him off 2 or 3 times before he was finally sated.

Today was a day like all the others, it was after 5 in the afternoon and Bobby had been looking at Lucy Pinder on the internet, comparing her boobs to mom's, recalling the feel of the heavy orbs on his face and the taste of the her smooth skin and hard nipples, remembering the feel of her teasing fingers delicately stroking his hard dick. He could feel his excitement mounting as he imagined her sensual touch on his cock and the sight of her beautiful body. The time seemed to crawl past until finally he heard her car pull in to the garage and closed the laptop down in anticipation of far more sexy real life images. 

The door to the garage slammed and he heard his mom muttering.

"Son of a bitch!"

She stomped up the stairs and into her room. Uh oh, this doesn't sound good. It's not often mom loses it but when she does, she really loses it. He looked down at his hard cock staring expectantly back at him, "Look's like we might be out of luck pal!" Not that his hard on was going anywhere, these days the mere thought of his mom produced a Pavlovian reaction in his dick that didn't go away until she made it, and then sometimes after 3 attempts.

He managed to pull his robe off the back of his chair with his teeth and dropped it over his arm where it mostly concealed his erection, before venturing down the hallway to his mother's room to see if it was safe.

"Mom?"

"Hi Bobby." she was letting her hair down and definitely looked pissed.

"Err, everything ok?"

"Oh yes, everything's marvellous, apart from that asshole."

"Uh ok." 

It was really unlike her to swear, this had to be something bad.

"Err, who's that?"

"Dr Williams."

She'd kicked off her shoes and was unzipping her uniform.

"Isn't he the guy you're going to be working for at the new clinic?"

"The very same. He told me there's a function tomorrow night for the investors and if they agree to green light it the project will go ahead next month."

She stripped off to her underwear, and now sat on her bed to remove her stockings.

"Uh, ok." 

His mom was peeling her stockings down her shapely legs and what little blood wasn't pumping into his dick at the moment was struggling to keep his brain functioning enough to understand what was going on. The clinic was a good thing wasn't it? A new job and promotion?

She stood and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He noticed she was wearing the red one he'd rubbed his cock over a few days ago, he also noticed dementedly how her boobs bulged out of the cups as she stretched to reach the clasp. She found the snap and released it freeing her heavy breasts. He felt his IQ drop and his dick harden even more.

Ok concentrate. She was talking again, this could be important!

"And, he invited me to the function, with all the investors!"

Ok, what was he missing here? God look at her boobs! They're so big and beautiful, and when she leans over to pick up her stockings they sway about. Concentrate! If she sees me staring I'll get a real earful. 

"Um ok... and you don't want to go?"

"Bobby it was the way he asked me. He told me all the investors are men and most of them have a, quote, eye for the ladies. He said some feminine charm would help things along and that I should wear a little black number, the littler the better and make use of my, quote, natural assets! He was practically staring at my tits when he said it Bobby!"

"God mom that's awful, what a jerk!" he said tearing his eyes away from his mom's boobs in the nick of time. 

"I've had to work really hard to get where I am Bobby, it's taken me a long time but I finally thought I had got past being viewed as just a pair of boobs. All my life I've had to put up with being leered at men Bobby, but when Dr Williams approached me about this clinic I thought I was finally being taken seriously for my work. But it turns out all he was interested in me for was for these!" as she said it she lifted her boobs in her hands to illustrate her point. Fuck how was he supposed to think looking at those? He wasn't surprised Dr Williams wanted her there, most of those old geezers would probably have their chequebooks out in 5 seconds if they could see what Bobby was looking at now, that's if they didn't have heart attacks first. That clearly wasn't what mom wanted to hear though.

"Mom, you're one of the smartest people I know and you are really good at your job, and you really deserve this promotion."

"Thank you Bobby."

"And you are also incredibly hot."

"Oh not you as well Bobby."

"Wait mom, look the way I see it you have all the advantages here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you know you can do the job and run this new clinic, and if Dr Williams and these investors are so interested in how hot you look that they give you the job then you're the winner."

"Bobby I want to get the job because I can do it well, not because of how I look!"

"You can do it well, you'll be awesome, and once you get the job you can show Dr Williams and those old perverts just how good you are at it."

"I don't know Bobby, it makes me feel so cheap, like I'm just there as tits 'n' ass." 

Jeez-us, and what tits and ass! Focus!

"But they'll be the one whose IQ's will be in single figures at the function and you'll be the one who gets a new job, face it mom you've got it all. Brains, beauty and boobs! They don't stand a chance!"

"Bobby!" she said blushing. 

"C'mon mom, you can do this. All you've got to do is play along for an evening and you can show Dr Williams and all those old creeps whose really the smart one."

"I don't even have a 'little black number' I can wear."

"No problem, tomorrow is Saturday so we can go shopping and get you a killer outfit. I'll provide you with a male input!"

"I'm sure you will!"

"C'mon mom, it'll be fun, and you'll knock 'em dead!"

"I don't know."

"What's not to know, you're beautiful, sexy and smart. This is a chance to get what you want, and if you can use Dr Williams and those old guys to get there why not? Serves them right."

"Alright Bobby, you win."

The following day they set off after breakfast and headed to the mall to check out the various clothes stores. It was a warm day so Bobby wore a t-shirt with shorts and Alison a light summer dress. Once they arrived they checked out a few stores before they finally settled on one that had a good selection of outfits, as they walked in a perky blonde sales assistant greeted them.

"Hi there, I'm Tanya, how can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for a dress."

"Yeah a little black number."

"Ok no problem, if you and your partner would like to come through I'll show you what we have."

Alison didn't correct her and followed the pretty blonde through the shop with Bobby behind.

"What sort of dress were you after?"

"A little black number, the littler the better." Bobby grinned before noticing the look his mom gave him "Erm, that's right isn't it Mmmmmmmalison?"

"Um, yes something quite small I suppose."

"Ok great, do you want something with a low neckline? You certainly have the figure for it."

"I suppose so."

"How low do you want to go?"

"The lower the better!" Bobby jumped in "Right.. darling?"

Mom glared at him but simply nodded.

"Ok let me grab a couple of dresses for you."

"Bobby, please don't embarrass me." Alison hissed.

"Mom I'm just trying to help, you remember what Dr Williams said about littler the better and using your assets?"

"How can I forget?"

The shop assistant returned with a couple of short, low cut numbers.

"I think these would look really good on you. Um, they look a lot better if you wear a push up bra with them, if you tell me your size I'll see what we've got."

"Oh, um, 32G." Alison mumbled.

"Wow. Oh ok, I'm not sure we've got one that large, I'll have a look."

Alison held the dresses while the shop assistant disappeared. 

"These things are tiny, how can I wear these all evening? Oh god what have I got myself into?"

"You'll look great mom..um Alison." he said looking about nervously "Trust me." 

Or rather trust my dick, he could already feel his cock swelling at the thought of seeing mom in these skimpy dresses. 

The girl returned with a lacy black bra. "I'm sorry the biggest I could find is a DD.The changing rooms are just through past that curtain. There's a couch here if you'd like to sit while your girlfriend gets changed sir?"

"Um thanks."

Bobby sat on the sofa and waited admiring the shop assistant while he did. She was about 20 he guessed, cute looking and her dress suggested she had a great ass. He dreamily imagined her naked, her small perky boobs and shapely legs and a cute little peach of a pussy. He imagined her lowering herself onto him and feeling his hard cock slipping inch by inch into that tight little snatch. He wondered if she could take it all, a lot of girls wouldn't fuck him because they were worried it would hurt but he had a feeling she would fuck like a banshee. His cock became hard as he imagined the pert blonde bouncing on his cock and riding him to orgasm after orgasm and he adjusted his position slightly to conceal it. His reverie was broken as he heard his mom's voice.

"Um I'm afraid the bra doesn't really fit."

That was an understatement. Mom's boobs were threatening to explode out of the top of her dress, the bra was clearly too small and she was bulging out of the cups and the skimpy dress. His cock throbbed at the sight of her barely contained breasts wobbling like jello as she approached.

"Oh wow, no I see what you mean." the salesgirl was staring at Mom's boobs.

"Wow Mmmhoney you look amazing."

"I can't got like this, I'm never going to be able to stay in this all evening."

"We could order some larger bras in for you?"

"I need the dress for tonight."

"Oh I see..."

Bobby could see his mom's predicament, she was barely contained in her dress. He looked around for an idea and spotted a mannequin with a very skimpy black dress on it, it consisted of two strips of black fabric at the front that barely covered the nipples and a short black mid section that left plenty of leg on view.

"What about that one?" 

"Very funny!"

"I'm serious."

"Bobby! I can't wear a bra with that dress!"

"Well don't wear one."

"Don't wear... oh, can you explain to him?"

The shop assistant looked uncomfortable, and glanced between Bobby and his mom.

"I think what your girlfriend is trying to say is that the dress is intended for women who are less, um, heavily busted. It would be very, err, revealing on your girlfriend. But then, on the other hand it would look super hot!"

"Super hot? I'd fall out of it in 5 seconds! I agreed to go for something skimpy but not to be naked."

Bobby felt his cock lurching at the thought of mom's boobs spilling out of the dress, and at a party full of horny old codgers with dodgy tickers, it could be a massacre.

"Oh that's not a problem, you just use tit tape!"

"Tit tape?"

"Well that's not what it's called officially, it's just double sided tape, you put it in the dress and it sticks the dress to your um, chest so that you don't have any danger of being embarrassed"

"In that dress there's no danger of me not being embarrassed."

"C'mon Alison, at least try it on. You said you need something for tonight and the other one isn't going to fly."

She looked at the dress she was wearing in the mirror and noticed one aureola had already partly escaped. She hastily adjusted it and said, "Oh alright! I'll try it but that's all."

The sales girl took the dress and followed mom out to the changing rooms while Bobby waited, he looked and noticed some teenagers looking in through the shop front. They'd obviously been checking mom out in her dress and from the look on their faces clearly liked what they'd seen, He thought about going out to tell them to beat it but figured with his wrists in plaster he wasn't going to command much respect. Before long he heard mom returning and turning to see her his jaw dropped. Her nipples were barely covered by the two thin strips of material and the sides of her boobs were totally exposed as her bra less tits bounced around unfettered. The black dress contrasted with her creamy skin and the tiny strips of fabric emphasised the size of her breasts.

"Before you say anything I'm not wearing it."

"But Mmmallison... you look amazing!! Dr Williams said the smaller the better!"

"He didn't say naked, I'm showing almost everything!"

She turned to look at herself in the mirror and she had a point, viewed from the side her breasts were almost totally exposed, only the nipples and aureola concealed and the the undersides and sides completely on view. She was showing plenty of shapely leg as well but he thought he could guess where most eyes would be directed for the evening. 

"Oh god, look, I can't wear this."

"But you look so hot, doesn't she Tanya?"

"You really do!"

Tanya was staring at Alison's boobs as well and Bobby noticed that her own perky nipples seemed to be hard and poking out through her dress.

Bobby glanced over and noticed the horny little perverts at the window now had eyes like dinner plates. One of them nudged another and mouthed the words "Holy shit!" 

Bobby looked back to his mom and couldn't blame them, his cock lurched in his pants at the sight of her beautiful body so publicly exposed.

"Are you sure I'm going to stay in this?"

"Positive, try it, you can even lean over in it and you'll be fine."

Mom experimented with leaning forward, her boobs hanging down away from her and sure enough the dress stayed attached to her nipples.

"You look REALLY hot!" Tanya commented, and from the look on her face she meant it.

"Well, erm, honey, are you going to get it? Littler the better remember?"

Alison looked at herself in the mirror and then at her watch, it was 4pm already.

"Bobby, I don't know if I can..."

"Of course you can, if you didn't look amazing in it I wouldn't let you wear it."

She turned this way and that, and Bobby feasted his eyes on her shapely legs and beautiful ass, but it was her barely concealed huge boobs that drew his eyes the most. God he had been cursed and blessed with the sexiest hottest woman in the world but she was his mom! Right now though, he didn't care, his cock was so hard it ached and he wanted nothing more than to shoot a huge wad all over his beautiful mom, or into her a sick little voice whispered. Fuck.

"Well, I suppose so... oh ok!"

His mom hustled off to get changed while the sales girl rang the charge up. Bobby was sure the girl looked flushed and her nipples were definitely sticking out through her dress. He wondered if the cute little blonde was thinking of making out with his mom, sucking on her big tits and rubbing her perky little boobs against mom's melons. His cock lurched at the thought.

"Alright sweetie, let's go."

His mom's voice as she returned snapped him out of his reverie and without thinking he stood up. He noticed his mom had changed back into her summer dress but hadn't bothered to replace her bra and her nipples were poking out through the thin material as her breasts gambolled under the thin fabric. His mom glanced at him and then did a double take.

"Bobby!!" she whispered.

"What?"

"Your shorts!" she hissed.

He looked down and saw they were sticking out at 90 degrees to his body. The sales girl was returning with the receipt and there was no way Bobby could conceal his condition. "Oh god this'll be awkward" he thought, but then at the last moment his mom stepped in front of him facing the salesgirl. She moved back pressing herself against him to conceal his boner, which now nuzzled between her butt cheeks as Tanya returned with their receipt.

"Here you are."

Bobby's cock lurched in his shorts and pushed up against mom's butt as it did, he felt her jump slightly at the sensation.

"Um, I wonder if you have a bathroom we could use? My... um boyfriend needs to use it and with his injury, I need to help him."

"Oh of course, it's right through there." she said pointing.

Bobby's cock lurched again, the shaft pushing up between her butt cheeks as it did, he felt her tense against him.

"Um.. thank you."

She held her bag with her dress in front of Bobby and stayed as close as she could to conceal his predicament as they headed to the restroom. Bobby wondered what she had planned? Surely she couldn't be planning on jerking him off in there? His dick lurched at the thought all the same. They finally made it to the safety of the changing room and Alison shut the door behind them. 

"My god Bobby, are you trying to get us arrested! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Err, sorry. I didn't know quite how to put it. What are we doing in here?"

"Trying to figure out a way to get you out of here without the police being called." She looked down at the front of his shorts which still stuck out horizontally. "There's no chance of this thing going down of it's own accord anytime today I suppose?"

"Um, sorry, once it's hard it tends to stay that way."

"I figured as much."

She looked at his hard on sticking out for a few more moments before taking a deep breath and undoing his shorts, pulling them down over his cock so that it sprang up staring back at her with it's baleful eye. She crouched down in front of him and for a wicked moment he thought she was going to drop to her knees, his cock lurching at the prospect. Instead she kept her eyes averted from his dick and helped him step out of his shorts.

Ok this was going in a direction he really didn't see coming, he was now naked from the waist down with a raging boner, how was this going to stop him being arrested?

His mom then stood up and took a deep breath before announcing "I can't believe I'm going to do this!" With that she reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down before stepping out of them.

WTF???!! Bobby's brain was about to fuse and his cock was lurching like it was trying to send a semaphore message.

"Mom... what are you doing?" he asked warily.

She crouched down again.

"Lift your feet."

As he did so she slid her panties over his shoes before pulling them up his legs.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 06



"Ummm, mom?"

"Bobby, I need us to get out of here today and right now this is the best idea I can come up with."

She pulled her panties all the way up his legs. The tiny triangle of material at the front barely contained his huge balls and his cock stuck out of the top.

"I don't think I'm going to fit." he commented looking at the bizarre spectacle

Not to be deterred his mom took hold of his cock and levered it down against his hip, using the elastic of her panties to hold it there. The sight of his oversized cock and balls barely contained by her frilly lacy panties was pretty weird to say the least. 

"Lift your feet." she said placing his shorts under him before pulling them up and re-fastening them. 

"I hope I don't get hit by a bus on the way home, this could take a little explaining." Bobby commented. 

"Very funny! Alright let's go."

Bobby followed Alison from the store walking gingerly, partly because he didn't want his dick to spring free from her panties and partly because the elastic was digging into him with every step. Not that his dick showed any signs of going soft, quite the opposite. The knowledge that his mom's pussy had been where his balls were just minutes before was making his dick throb and drool. Guess he'd finally got into his mom's pants after all he reflected.

They made it to the car with no further mishaps and began the drive home.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this Bobby, you and that thing of yours are going to get us in serious trouble one of these days."

"Right now my thing feels like it's being cut in two."

"Hmm, serves you right, maybe you will learn to control it better."

"Well at least it proves you chose the right dress!"

"Very funny."

"Seriously mom, it's a long journey and they really are cutting into me. Couldn't you, take me out."

"In the car?"

"We've got tinted windows. It's not like anyone's going to see."

'Oh alright. I don't want you suffering an injury I suppose."

She reached across with one hand and undid his shorts before pulling the elastic of her panties down to free his cock.

"Oh that feels so much better."

He saw his mom glance down at his cock.

"Aw poor baby." she smiled, reaching over to gently stroke his hard dick.

"That feel's sooo good." 

She continued stroking his cock, keeping the movements slow and light, enough to tantalise and tease but not enough to bring him to an orgasm. The traffic was building up and the journey took a little longer than expected so by the time they neared home they were both becoming restless, mom because she was worried about being late and Bobby because his cock was drooling pre-cum and his balls were ready to explode. They pulled into the garage and mom helped Bobby out of the car. His shorts slipped down as he climbed out and his mom pulled them off along with her panties before entering the house. Bobby followed her to the kitchen naked from the waist down, his hard cock dribbling pre-cum. 

"If I'm going to do this I need a drink first."

She made her way to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine, downing it before pouring another.

"Wow, you really do mean it." 

"Well it's not every day that I attend a party in a dress that looks like it belongs on the set of a porno movie Bobby."

"Yeah, sorry mom. But honestly you'll be fine."

She drank down more of her second glass and was visibly relaxing now.

"Hmmm, what's the expression? Never believe anything said by a man with a hard dick."

"Well I'm guessing there'll be a few of those tonight."

"I doubt there'll be anything like that at the party." she said looking at his cock.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean. I doubt anyone there will have a dick half the size of yours."

The wine was definitely having an affect and his cock lurched with pride at the comment.

"Um, thanks." 

He noticed her nipples were still hard under her dress and began to hatch a plan.

"Could you help me out of my shirt mom?"

"Of course sweetie."

She set her wine down and approached him lifting his shirt as he raised his arms, he could smell her perfume and feel his cock brushing against her dress as her cool fingers ran up his muscular torso.

"Thanks mom. Are you going to join me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I feel a little under dressed."

"Oh I see, you want me to take my dress off?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

'Well you do need to get changed, so I'm just helping you get a head start."

"How very thoughtful." she commented wryly, sipping more of her wine before glancing at the clock. "It is getting late, time to lose my inhibitions I suppose." She downed the rest of her wine before setting the glass down and lifting her dress over her head.

"There happy now?"

He wasn't sure if she'd forgotten she'd removed her panties but the sight of his mother, naked from head to toe would be enough to make any straight guy happy. He drank in the sight of her big heavy tits and neatly trimmed dark bush his dick lurching and dribbling more precum.

She watched his cock bucking and saw a strand of pre-cum forming. 

"I take it that's a yes?" she smiled.

She poured herself another glass of wine before approaching Bobby and putting a hand on his cheek.

"Thank you for all your help Bobby, I couldn't have done any of this without you."

He felt genuine warmth for his mom as they faced one another naked, the tenderness of the moment being ruined only by the fact that he had an aching hard on. She glanced down at his dick.

"I'm sorry, I've got you rather excited and now I'm going to have to leave you high and dry." she said running her hands down his chest and encircling his cock, lightly caressing it with her fingers.

"Can't you.. before you go?"

"Bobby, Dr Williams will be here in a few minutes and I can hardly greet him with a pint of your cum all over me can I?"

Her flirty behaviour and crude language were definitely increasing as the wine took effect, ordinarily that would be a good thing but she was right, it was nearly 6:30 pm and Dr Williams would be here in a few minutes.

"Speaking of which I'd better get ready, are you going to come and keep me company, both of you?" she giggled, giving his cock a playful pat.

Shit, she really was getting wasted, not that he was complaining. "Um, yes sure!"

She took her glass of wine and the dress and headed up the stairs, Bobby followed close behind and as he did was rewarded with the sight of her beautiful butt jiggling and then as she took the next step he saw her pink, puffy pussy peeking out from between her cheeks. SHIT!!! His cock lurched so hard he thought he might cum there, the image of stepping up behind her and sinking inch after inch of his hard cock into that delicious velvety pussy flashed through his mind. 

His mom seemed to remember halfway up the stairs she wasn't wearing panties and scampered up the last few steps denying him any more lingering views. He followed her to her room and by the time he got there she had pulled on another pair of panties and was sitting at her dresser to do her makeup. 

He stood beside her admiring her beautiful naked body and exquisite face, his cock throbbing inches from her cheek. She turned to look at him, "Bobby you're making me nervous pointing that thing at me! It's like having a cannon aimed at me!" 

Yeah and I'd like to give you a 21 CUM salute!

"Sorry mom."

"Just make sure it doesn't go off!" she said giving his cock head a playful thwack.

"Ow mom, I'm still recovering from being cut in half with your panties."

"I'm sure this big thing can handle it." she said and his cock lurched in excitement at the praise.

She reached into her bag and took out the dress, lifting it so she she could inspect it.

"I can't believe I'm going to wear this. Well if you are going to stand there," she turned to him and hooked the hanger over the base of his cock, "then you might as well make yourself useful!"

They both looked at the image of her dress hanging from his huge hard on and laughed. 

"I'm sorry to have to leave you like this Bobby." she reached out and gently stroked his cock, it does seem unfair after all the help you've given me.

He looked down at his beautiful mom, naked except for her panties, tenderly stroking his cock.

"That's ok mom, I guess a pair of blue balls for an evening won't kill me."

"Aw, poor sweetie."

She ran her fingers down his cock before gently cradling his heavy balls. Over the next few minutes his mom applied the finishing touches to her make up in between sipping her wine and giving Bobby's aching cock and balls a few gentle caresses. Checking her face in the mirror and her watch she then took the dress hanger from his cock and went to the bathroom to put it on. She emerged a few minutes later looking so beautiful he was speechless. Her hair was up and her face looked stunningly pretty. The tiny black straps of her dress accentuate her huge creamy boobs, leaving the sides and undersides totally exposed. The short skirt showed off her shapely legs in their stockings and her heels made her adopt slightly more curvy pose that accentuated what was already amazing.

"Well?"

His cock lurched and pre-cum drooled from the head.

She regarded his cock, "Well I guess that's a good reaction. I hope I stay in this tonight." she fiddled with the front of her dress.

"Well test it out, move about and see."

"What do you mean?"

"Lean over."

She did and the dress remained attached.

"Try shaking them."

"Shaking them?"

"Your um, breasts."

"I'm not doing that!"

"You know, to make sure you don't come out."

"Hmm"

"Seriously, you want to make sure you don't have an accident at the party don't you?"

"Oh alright!"

She rolled her shoulders shaking her big tits so that they swung about but despite her efforts the straps remained in place. Bobby's dick was lurching at the sight of his mom's knockers swinging about so violently and wished they were in his face.

"Oh well, guess I'm safe from falling out, what difference it makes in this dress though, I'm not sure." she looked down at the tiny strips of fabric.

She sat back in her chair at the dresser and sipped her wine, before reaching up to gently stroke his cock, rubbing the pre-cum over his cock head and shaft.

"Dr Williams should be here any minute now, I'm so sorry to leave you like this Bobby."

"It's ok mom." he said groaning at her tantalising touch, knowing instead of release hours of frustration awaited him. 

She stopped stroking him for a moment and looked away thoughtfully.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked groggily, hoping for a few more moments of caresses before she left. She looked up at him resuming her stroking.

"I suppose there is one way I could help you. It would have to be quick though, we don't have long."

"Quick won't be a problem mom, I've been waiting to cum all day. But what about your dress and the party?"

"Just tell me when you are getting ready to cum." she said stroking his cock faster and harder. Her delicate hand flew up and down his shaft and if he had wanted to he couldn't have lasted long under this assault. After a minute or so he could feel the cum beginning to surge as his orgasm approached "I'm almost there mom."

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to do this." she said before she lent forward and opened her lips taking Bobby's swollen, straining cock head in her mouth.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT MOM!"

The sensation of her warm wet mouth around his cock was enough to fry his brain, he looked down to see her beautiful face, her eyes closed and her moist red lips wrapped round his cock forming a perfect 'O'.He felt her tongue swirling round his cock head and it sent him past the point of no return.

"FUCK I'M CUMMING!"

DING DONG!

Alison's eyes flew open and looked toward the front door before looking up at Bobby, imploring him to hold back his orgasm but it was too late, Bobby's balls drew up under his cock and his swollen glans pulsed once, then twice, before a geyser of cum erupted in Alison's mouth. She nearly choked as the first blast of sperm hit the back of her throat but she didn't have time to recover as another blast and then another shot into her mouth, flooding it with thick white cum. She felt her mouth filling to overflowing as Bobby's cock continued to erupt, her cheeks bulged and she was forced to gulp some of it down. She looked up at him imploring him to finish but it was to no avail, his cock continued to pump sperm into her mouth and Bobby was oblivious to her looks as he shuddered in the throws of his orgasm. 

Eventually she felt the river of cum subside and withdrew her mouth from his cock. As she did so he saw a pool of thick, white sperm that filled her mouth almost to overflowing and his cock lurched one last time at the sight. Alison's cheeks bulged as she looked around frantically for somewhere to spit out the massive load.

DING DONG!

Realising she had no other options she wrinkled her nose and forced herself to swallow it, taking 3 efforts to get it all down before shouting "Coming!"

"Fuck, you can say that again!" thought Bobby.

Alison downed the rest of her wine to wash away the cum before quickly repairing her lipstick, traces of which Bobby noticed were still smeared around his cock. She grabbed her handbag and hurried off to join Dr Williams, Bobby watched her as she ran out of the bedroom, the sides of her exposed, unfettered breasts bouncing in what little dress she was wearing.

He looked down at his still hard cock unable to believe what had just happened, only the traces of his mother's lipstick and saliva providing proof it was real. Life had definitely just got more interesting for Bobby Stevens!

More cumming soon in Chapter 7!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 07



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Alison rushed to the front door in a daze, the taste of her son's sperm mingling with the wine in her mouth, the reality of what she had just done and what she was about to do seeming like a dream. She opened the door and found Dr Williams on the doorstep, aged in his early 50's with slicked back dark hair he was in good shape for his age and was wearing a well tailored dinner jacket that made him look quite dashing.

"Good evening Aliso...My goodness! Wow, you look very, erm, well my what can I say?" His eyes roamed over her body and especially her breasts and she felt her self wanting to cover herself with her hands but resisted the urge.

"I hope I meet with your approval Dr Williams?" she asked archly.

"Please call me David, and yes you look absolutely stunning. I'm sure we will have the investors eating out of our hands tonight!" he tore his eyes back to her face and gestured towards his Mercedes. "Shall we?"

The reception was being held at a local hotel and during the journey Dr Williams prattled on about the clinic and the presentation he'd prepared in between stealing not so subtle looks at Alison's cleavage. Alison payed him little attention, all she could think about was the fact that she'd just swallowed her son's huge load of cum and was about to spend an evening semi naked in front of a room of horny old men. The prospect made her stomach churn with nerves, a condition not helped by the cocktail of wine and sperm currently filling it.

As the pulled in to the front of the hotel Dr Williams rushed round to open the door for Alison and took in the generous amount of leg she unwittingly displayed as she climbed from his car. The valet was so busy staring at Alison's boobs that he hardly noticed the tip that Dr Williams pressed into his hand with an instruction to park his car carefully.

They walked together through the lobby and Alison regretted not having brought a jacket to wear, every step made her bra-less breasts jiggle and bounce in the tiny dress, the thin strips of fabric only seeming to emphasise the movements. Several guests turned to stare at her as she walked past, the men openly gawping and the women looking disapprovingly or glaring at their husbands.

They passed through to the ballroom where the reception was being held. Several men had gathered and were chatting in various groups but the conversation died down when Alison and Dr Williams entered. 

Dr Williams waved to a few of the men and then took her arm and whispered in her ear.

"Do you see the man over there in the cream suit?"

Alison noted a short tubby man with a bald head and glasses who was holding court to a group of men.

"Yes."

"That's William Petty, he's worth an estimated $3 billion and heads a consortium that could put up more than half the funding we need. If he decides to buy in it's a sure bet that the others will follow suit."

Dr Williams greeted a few of the individuals and introduced Alison to them, several of them shook her hand the gesture making her boobs wobble about in her dress while the more gallant ones kissed her on the cheek or on her hand, at the same time making sure to get a good view down her top. 

Dr Williams left her chatting with a few investors while he set up his laptop and prepared to give his presentation. Most of the men were content with getting an eyeful and Alison simply smiled and nodded pretending to take an interest in their conversation when she felt an arm around her waist. 

She looked round to see a toad like face looking up at her and recognised it as the man Dr Williams had pointed out to her.

"Well my dear, Dr Williams told me you were beautiful as well as gifted, he didn't say how beautiful though."

"Mr Petty, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"William J Petty III, but you may call me Bill. I would like you to come and meet some of my colleagues, they are dying to make your acquaintance." As he said this his hand slid down over her buttocks and lightly patted her bottom through the thin fabric. She flinched at the touch but maintained a fixed smile as he put his hand back on her waist and steered her towards the group of men he had been talking with earlier. Petty introduced her to them and she smiled pleasantly at each in turn but she was aware that the hand that was round her waist seemed to be sliding higher. 

The side of the dress being completely open, she became aware of the touch of his clammy fingers on her side, his hand on her skin now. 

"David tells me that you are a real team player and always go the extra mile to get the job done is that right?"

"That's very kind of him to say so, I like to think I always do my best."

"That's good to know, because I want someone running the clinic who will be very hands on." as he said this his hand slipped further inside her dress and was now touching her ribs.

"I see."

"You see I always like to examine my investments very thoroughly before I commit myself." his hand sliding up inside her dress now, she realised to her horror that with no bra there were only a few inches separating his clammy flingers from the naked undersides of her breasts.

"Yes." she wanted to tear herself away but remembering Dr William's words instead maintained a fixed smile. 

"Mmmmm, for instance I want to know what size assets are involved, and how firm they are." he slid his hand up further and cupped the naked underside of her right breast. 

She couldn't believe he was openly groping her in front of a group of men, she searched their faces to see if one of them might help but they were all too busy leering at her. 

"You see some people might feel a job like this was more than a handful," he now squeezed her breast which overflowed his his clammy flingers and gently bounced it inside her dress. "Does that concern you my dear?"

"I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle quite easily." she said pointedly.

He ignored her implied jibe and continued groping her breast.

"Good my dear, as I say I like to inspect my investment assets very thoroughly."

"I hope they meet with your approval?" she smiled fixedly at him.

"Oh they certainly do, they certainly do. They are quite outstanding Ms Stevens." he jiggled her breast in case anyone could have missed the significance of what he was hinting at. The courtesy of addressing her as "Ms Stevens" struck her as particularly absurd given he was openly groping her breast in front his leering friends.

It was all Alison could do to avoid tearing his hands off her and kneeing the creep in the balls but instead she forced herself to smile.

"Well it's been delightful meeting you Bill, now if you're satisfied that I meet your standards perhaps you'll excuse me? I had better go and help Dr Williams."

She slipped away feeling his hand slide reluctantly off her breast as she made her way back to the relative safely of Dr Williams. He might be a creep but at least he did his groping with his eyes, Alison grabbed a glass of wine on the way and quaffed half of it. Dr Williams was fiddling with a projector and making some adjustments to his laptop.

"Ah, Alison. I see Mr Petty was speaking to you, I hope you turned on the charm!"

"I think he got what he wanted, David." she said icily.

He looked at her a little bemused but made no comment.

"Right, well I think we're ready for the presentation, if you could get the lights for me Alison."

She turned the lights down and took her place by Dr Williams side as he began a powerpoint presentation on the new clinic and the returns the investors cold expect. No one seemed to be paying much attention and she could feel eyes moving over her, she felt like suggesting he should have projected the images onto her tits since that's where most of the gazes seemed to be directed.

Eventually the lecture finished and Dr Williams and Alison said goodbye to the investors, as they left he shook their hands and wished them well but it was Alison they all clearly wanted to get near to. The drinks had obviously given them some dutch courage and there were a few pats on the bottom and a couple of gropes, Petty was one of the last to leave and as he bid his farewell his piggy little eyes remained fixed on Alison's boobs. 

"Thank you David, most edifying speech, but I think Ms Stevens' charms are what we were all interested in tonight. It was a pleasure to get to know you my dear.' he leant in to kiss her on the cheek and as he did so took the opportunity to slide his hand onto her bottom caressing her butt cheeks. 

"Remember my dear, if there's something you want in life don't be afraid to grab it.' With that he slipped his hand into her dress and gave one heavy breast a firm squeeze, she was so shocked by his brazenness she didn't react and Petty was on his way with his coterie.

"That Bill, he certainly is a character." chuckled Dr Williams.

Alison figured there were plenty of other names she could think of but character wasn't one of them. She finished her wine and helped Dr Williams pack before they made their way out, the lobby was pretty deserted by now and Alison was so tired she no longer cared if she was being started at. 

On the short drive home Dr Williams chatted about how well things had gone. 

"I can't say anything officially but I think it's fair to say the investors were very happy tonight, clearly my presentation must have worked well."

She gave him an arch look.

"Although I'm sure your presence helped to sweeten the deal." he smiled.

Her flesh crawled at the thought of those clammy hands pawing her and she shuddered. 

"Are you cold my dear, we could stop for a nightcap?"

"No thank you David, I'd rather get home, it's been a long day."

"Yes of course."

They pulled up by her house.

"Allow me to walk you to your door."

"It's quite alright thank you."

"It's no trouble, I'd like to make sure you get home safely, and perhaps we could celebrate our success, um with a coffee?"

"Thank you David, but it's fine. Besides I expect your wife will be worrying about you." she remarked pointedly.

"Oh um, yes. Well I'll see you on Monday then!"

She made her way unsteadily to the house feeling drunk, cheap and used. She let herself in and made her way to the kitchen to fix another drink.

"Mom are you home."

"Yes Bobby, I'm downstairs. It's fine I'm alone."

He came padding down the stairs, as usual he was naked and as usual he was sporting a hard on. Every time she saw him like this she couldn't help but be reminded of her husband, his good looks, his athletic build and not least his big cock. When she and Richard first moved in together they hardly ever wore clothes at home, he loved looking at her as much as she loved watching him. 

He looked at her expectantly, trying to gauge her mood.

"So how did it go?"

"Oh Bobby, it was horrible! This disgusting old pig felt me up, in front of everyone. I felt like I was just a piece of meat." she broke down and began crying.

"Mom... I'm sorry, I never, I mean I didn't think it would be like that. Didn't Dr Williams say anything?"

"Him? He virtually told me to flash my tits at them to make sure we got the money. Bobby, I feel so cheap!"

He went to her and put his arm round her to comfort her as best he could, the fact that his hard cock was pressing up against her naked belly spoilt the effect somewhat but eventually her tears subsided and she fixed herself another drink in the kitchen before returning and sitting next to him on the sofa. 

"This damn tape is almost pulling my nipples off." She reached under the dress and peeled the tape off before rubbing her sore nipples which became instantly erect at the stimulation, as would Bobby if he wasn't already.

"I'm so sorry mom, I would never have suggested this if I'd known. I can't believe those creeps treating you like that, and Dr Williams letting them!"

"I know sweetie. Well what's done is done and I suppose at the end of the day some old man copping a feel isn't such a high price to pay if I'm the Assistant Director of the new clinic."

"You mean you got it?"

"Dr Williams seemed to think so, and I figure I earned it tonight."

"Mom, that's great, I mean not what happened, but now you've got the job you can really show them."

He noticed one of her boobs had slipped out of her dress but didn't comment, she sure was getting toasted all right. She finished her drink before getting another making her way unsteadily back to the sofa, one breast exposed the other still party hidden in the dress.

"You ok mom?"

"II'm fine, guess I shouldn't be drinking this much on an empty stomach."

"Well it wasn't exactly empty mom!"

"What do you... Oh my god Bobby! That's not funny!"

"Sorry mom, it caught me by surprise as well, especially when you downed it."

"Well that wasn't my plan, I was intending to spit it out in the bathroom, before the doorbell went. I've never had to swallow so much of it in my life!"

So she had swallowed before! His cock lurched at the memory, and the future possibilities.

"Well you certainly saved me from a bad case of blue balls."

"I'm not surprised if that was how much you had saved up. You seem to have recovered quite quickly though." she eyed his erection.

"Um yeah sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I'm sure you'll make some young lady very happy one day." she reached out and idly stroked his cock as she said it.

He groaned at the feel of her cool fingers caressing his hard cock. I wish I was making you happy with it tonight he thought, imagining his mom riding his cock, feeling it buried to the hilt in her pussy and watching her big tits bouncing as she rode him to orgasm after orgasm. His cock lurched and dribbled at the thought.

"Are you enjoying that?"

"Um... yes it feels really nice."

"Well after what you talked me into tonight I don't know why I should be doing this."

His cock lurched at the image of his beautiful mom being felt up by a bunch of creepy old guys, he was angry but excited as well.

"I'm sorry mom, I swear..."

"I know sweetie, I'm only kidding. It's alright, it wasn't your fault."

She continued her gentle caressing of his cock, tenderly stroking the rock hard column of meat, her feathery touch at the same time exciting and teasing. His cock bucked and lurched under her caresses, becoming so swollen the foreskin drew back and pre cum drooled from his cock head. She would lightly tease the head with her finger tips, smearing the viscous clear liquid over his purple glans before running them down the head and onto the shaft, lightly stroking the teasing lurching monster that was totally under her power. His balls began to tighten and he could feel his orgasm mounting but his mother sensed it and loosened her already feathery touch, simply tracing the underside of his cock with her finger tips.

She leant over him to place her glass on the coffee table and as she did so her breasts slipped completely out of her dress but she either didn't notice or didn't care. As she leant further her boobs hung down over his cock, the heavy orbs swaying over his swollen rod. His dick lurched at the sight, the purple head bumping her boob, he could feel the cool smooth skin and the heavy firmness of her breast on his cock and it made him lurch again. As her breast swayed he felt the hard rubbery nipple against his cock and lurched again. He moved slightly so his cock was in now between her breasts and raised his hips so that it stood up between her hanging boobs. As they swayed they bumped into his cock causing it to bounce from side to side. Fuck this was so hot, his cock was lurching and pre-cum drooled from his cock.

"Bobby what are you doing?" she asked sitting up.

"Nothing mom, you were leaning over me."

"Were you trying to put your..., it between my breasts?"

"Um, well it sort of ended up there, I mean they were touching my dick, I couldn't help it."

"You couldn't help it?"

"No, I mean, well it looked really hot and felt really nice."

"Did it now?"

"Um yes."

"Bobby I told you there were limits to how far things would go didn't I? You understand that don't you?"

"Um yes." 

Except earlier she'd decided sucking his cock and chugging a big load was ok, and now rubbing his cock on her tits when they were practically in his lap wasn't?

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to do something wrong, it's just they, you are so beautiful and I..."

She could see his remorse and her mood softened once again.

"Bobby, you didn't. I've just had an evening of being stared at as if I'm just a pair of tits, I didn't mean to take it out on you."

She looked down seeing she was entirely exposed now.

"Oh dear, well I suppose I can see why now. I guess it was my fault really."

"It was just an accident mom. And I don't see you like that, you're beautiful, intelligent, sexy, funny and you just happen to have the most beautiful, luscious pair of breasts in the world to boot!"

"Alright Bobby, enough compliments.." she smiled.

She began gently stroking his cock again and he noticed she hadn't bothered covering her boobs again. 

She looked thoughtful then looked at him and smiled.

"I suppose I do owe you a thank you for all your help today. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be getting this promotion." 

She leant forward and let her boobs sway over his cock, the heavy cool flesh bumping against his diamond hard cock teasing him.

Shit she was going to do it? She was going to let him fuck her tits?

She lightly caressed his cock with her boobs, letting the hard nipples brush his cock and the heavy orbs bump against his hard cock teasing him with her beautiful tits for several minutes, driving him crazy.

She then reached under them with her hands and gently squeezing them together, enveloped his iron bar of a cock a velvety soft fleshy canyon. 

Even with her huge boobs wrapped round him a few inches of the shaft and the bloated head of his cock stuck out from between her boobs. She began slowly lifting them, sliding them up his cock, enveloping the head completely, before agonisingly slowly sliding them down again.

Oh my jeesus christ! If she hadn't sucked him off earlier he'd have blown his load straight away.

She maintained her slow pace, knowing he couldn't take too much in his present condition.

She used her hands to vary the pressure and speed as she massaged his cock with her luscious boobs. He looked down at his mom, a picture of elegance and sophistication in her black dress, the image ruined only by the huge cock emerging and disappearing from between her beautiful creamy breasts.

Pre cum drooled from his cock providing lubrication and adding to the sensations, he could feel the undersides of her tits brushing his thighs on the downstrokes and on the up strokes his cock head was enveloped but a wonderful soft canyon of boobs. 

She said nothing but simply watched his face as his arousal increased, as he neared the point of no return she slowed her movements gradually and reduced the pressure letting his orgasm subside before slowly increasing it and and then gently edging him towards a climax again. She repeating the process ,several times till his cock was drooling with desire and a froth of precum had formed between her boobs. She could see he could take no more and so the slowly increased the pace again sliding her tits up and milking his cock as his orgasm mounted.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 07



"Fuuuuccckkk!"

His cock erupted between her tits like a volcano, spraying cum over her face and hair, the next blast hitting her chin and dribbling down onto her boobs, the next 3 splashing over her mouth and cheek and the remainder splattering the tops of her breasts. As he looked down as her slowly massaging the final few spurts from his cock her beautifully made up face was a mask of cum blasts which ran down her cheeks and hung off her chin. 

"Well I take it you enjoyed that?"

"Uhh, oh god mom, sorry." he croaked.

She said nothing but smiled and stood up before slipping her dress off and letting it fall to the floor. He looked up at her, naked apart from her panties, cum dribbling off her beautiful face onto her huge tits which moments before had been wrapped round his hard dick. His cock lurched at the sight as she turned and made her way unsteadily up the stairs to bed, her beautiful butt swaying even more sexily that usual with her tipsy gait.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 08



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. 

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The following week Bobby had to return to the hospital to check the progress of his wrists, he and his mom waited patiently in a small office while the Dr returned with the results. The door opened and a cheery looking middle aged man entered with some folders.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Alison." he smiled at her taking a moment to admire her curves.

"That's quite alright Dr Roberts." she said choosing to ignore his eyes roaming over her.

"Well Bobby, it's good news. You're recovering faster than we expected, your mother has obviously been taking excellent care of you at home."

"You've no idea how excellent!" thought Bobby.

The Dr placed some x-rays on a screen and pointed out the breaks and where they were healing, but Bobby wasn't paying much notice. All he could think of was once his wrists were healed his mom wouldn't need to take care of him any more, and was that going to mean an end to hand jobs?

"Anyway, to conclude, you will still need casts on your wrists but they will be smaller and you will have some limited use of your hands. Now they will feel very weak to start with and it is important that you start to build strength again. Any questions?"

Yeah, will my mom still jerk me off?

"Err, no sir."

Dr Roberts then went to a cabinet and pulled out some boxes.

"Ah here we are." 

He pulled out two red foam balls and held one in each hand.

"Now you will need to do regular exercise to regain the strength in your hands and you should start by using these." he demonstrated by squeezing the foam balls one in each hand. "At least 30 minutes a day, more if you can."

His mom and Dr Roberts discussed some other matters to do with his medication but Bobby couldn't help wondering how the future was going to pan out, he knew his wrists were healing but the thought that his mom's TLC was going to stop wasn't something he'd wanted to consider.

His mom seemed chirpy on the drive home and they stopped to grab some fast food, with a little effort Bobby found he was able to lift the drinks carton with both hands and could just grab a few fries. It felt good to be able to start doing things for himself, but he knew some things would always feel better when his mom did them, especially when they involved his cock.

They arrived home and as the prospect of watching his mom strip off raised it's head his cock began raising its head as well. She headed upstairs and Bobby followed as she entered her room chatting about the test results and how relieved she was. She slipped her dress off and hung it up before undoing her bra. As she slipped it off Bobby drank in the sight of her breasts, they fell slightly as she removed their support, they weren't the perky boobs of a teenager, they were big, heavy and pear shaped but to Bobby they were perfect in every way. No matter how many times he saw them it always seemed like the first time, they bounced and jiggled as she made her way to the laundry hamper and back.

"Are you listening to me Bobby?"

"What sorry?"

"Oh my god! Sometimes I think I would be better writing notices on my chest, you might actually take some notice then."

"Um sorry mom." he tore his eyes back to her face.

"I said you need to start doing your exercises regularly, you don't want to end up with permanent problems with you wrists or hands."

"Yes mom."

She helped him out of his t-shirt, talking about the reasons his physio was important before undoing his pants and pulling them down, his inevitable hard on springing up.

"Doesn't this thing of yours ever go soft?"

"Um sorry mom, I guess I'm just a healthy growing young man."

"Well I hope you don't grow any more, you can have too much of a good thing you know." she smiled as she reached down and stroked his cock. Her fingers felt electric, delicately caressing his shaft and the underside of his throbbing dick.

Bobby said nothing but just groaned.

She continued to admire his hard on for a few moments, before sighing, "Well we can't just stand here all night, why don't I fix us a snack and we can relax on the couch?" 

As she turned to head down stairs instead of releasing his cock she continued to hold it in her hand using it to lead him downstairs after her. He couldn't believe she was being so provocative, and she hadn't even had a drink. As he shuffled along behind he admired her ass. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination but he was sure her panties had become skimpier of late, these were frilly, high cut and showed off almost all of her perfect butt.

She directed him to the couch and went to the kitchen to fix a drink and get some snacks.

"Here Bobby catch!"

He turned and his mom threw the two foam balls to him, he attempted to field them but his hands were still far too clumsy and they bounced onto the sofa.

"You can start exercising your hands with those while I get us some snacks."

He watched her walking to the kitchen, boobs bobbing and butt wiggling like she was on a catwalk, before directing his attention without much enthusiasm to the foam balls. He clumsily picked them up before attempting to hold them in his hands. His fingers felt unwieldy and weak and as he attempted to squeeze pain shot through his wrists. He tried for a few more minutes before giving up and tossing them on the floor in frustration.

His mom returned from the kitchen with a drink and a bowl of some pretzels. 

"Given up already?"

"It just hurts real bad when I try."

"Hmm, well it will do Bobby, but you need to do it all the same or you may not recover properly" she set the bowl down on the table her knockers swinging deliciously as she did.

His dick lurched and his brain checked out as he admired her magnificent tits swaying as she stood and sipped her wine.

"Bobby?"

"Er yeah?"

"My god, you're worse than your father, I swear he never heard a word I said when I took my top off!"

I'm not fucking surprised! Jee-zus! They were mesmeric.

"Err, sorry mom."

"So are you going to do your physio?"

"I guess, but it just hurts so bad." a wicked idea struck him, "I guess if I just had more of an incentive."

"More of an..." she looked down at her chest, "Oh I see. You mean you would like something else to exercise your hands on?" she sipped her wine.

"Um yeah... that'd help." his eyes were fixed on her tits so he missed her amused smile but his flexing cock left no doubt about his true thoughts. 

"I see, anything in particular?" she said sitting next to him .

"Errrr.. a couple of things."

"Would you mean my breasts by any chance?"

"Err, well now you mention it mom, that would be... um.."

"So you want to use my breasts for your physio?"

"Well if it's, I mean if you don't, err..."

"Oh well, if this is the only way I'm going to get you to do your exercises I suppose so."

"Oh wow, I mean thanks."

He looked at her face and saw she was smiling encouragingly, before redirecting his gaze to her tits, just inches away.

"Oh god, she really meant it. He could hold her boobs!"

He reached out slowly with his trembling hands and for the first time felt the smooth skin of her breasts as his palms encompassed as much of those opulent orbs as he could. At first he just let his fingers stroke over the skin, feeling their cool smoothness. He then ran his palms under her melons and attempted to hold them. His hands were filled to overflowing by her heavy full boobs as he lifted the magnificent melons and felt their weight. God they were heavy! He hefted them and squeezed them together marvelling at their size and softness before releasing them and watching them fall back into place. He then ran his fingers over her nipples, feeling the hard rubbery nubs stiffen even more at his touch. He thought his mom inhaled as he explored her sensitive nipples before letting his hands run back down to feel the weight and fullness of her tits.

She watched him with an amused smile, playing with her boobs like a kid with a new train-set

"I take it you prefer them to the foam balls?"

"Oh god mom, they're amazing."

"I got the idea you liked them. Well since you seem to have decided to do your physio on me don't forget you need to squeeze."

He attempted to squeeze as much as he could with his weak fingers, even though it hurt he didn't care, his mom's beautiful tits were in his hands and she was letting him have his way with them. His weak fingers were no match for her huge boobs but he did his best as his fingers weakly massaging her boobs. She leaned away and he thought she was going to leave him but instead she picked up her glass of wine.

"Well since it looks like I'm going to be here a while I might as well be comfortable. I must admit I'd never thought of myself as a piece of physio equipment before!"

"Mom if you were there'd be guys breaking their wrists every day."

"Bobby!" she scolding him half heartedly.

They sat together, Alison sipping her wine while Bobby groped her boobs, exploring every inch of them as much as his battered hands would allow. Eventually Alison finished her wine and gently removed herself from Bobby's hands.

"Well, Dr Roberts said 30 minutes and I make it 40, so I think that's enough physio for one night." she saw the crestfallen look on his face, "Don't worry Bobby you have have them back tomorrow!" she said as if she was talking to a small child about their toys before heading to the kitchen.

"Honestly, all you men are the same!"

Bobby lay back on the sofa exposing his hard on which by now was throbbing so much it hurt. His cock curved up towards his belly the head swollen and partly exposed where the skin had drawn back, as it lurched with excitement his balls drew up under the base of his shaft. His mom returned with a fresh glass of wine and took in the sight of his cock waving at her.

"I suppose you still need me to help you with that?"

"Yes please mom."

She sat next to him with her legs curled under her and flicked through the TV channels with the remote while she sipped her wine, she cuddled up to him, her bare skin against his and seemed to be taking her time choosing what to watch. His cock ached and he wished she would hurry up and jerk him off but she was obviously not going to be rushed, finally she settled on a show and set the remote and glass down on the table, leaning over him as she did and letting her tits brush against his cock as they hung over his lap. Jesus, she was killing him! She sat back, resting her head against his shoulder and cuddling up against him, her boobs against his chest. 

"Well this is nice, a typical cosy mother son evening together watching a movie." she chuckled.

His cock was lurching, in anticipation of some attention, pre-cum dribbling from the head onto his belly. She ran her hand absently down his chest feeling his hard muscles under her fingers and his cock lurched at her touch, lifting up away from his belly and partly blocking her view of the TV.

"Do you suppose you could keep it down in front, I can't see the movie."

"Err, sorry."

"I'm only kidding, I guess it wants some attention."

She let her fingers trace around his stomach for a few more moments before running down to his balls, lightly squeezing them before slowly and gently tracing up the underside of his cock. Just as she reached the sensitive head she removed her fingers leaving his cock lurching for attention while she went back to gently stroking his abdomen. 

She repeated the process, giving his cock shaft a fleeting caress which stopped just short of the head and left him desperate for more. He knew she was teasing him, and he loved it but it was driving him crazy at the same time. 

She then ran her fingers up his cock again but this time she continued her journey and let her hand continue to the swollen head of his cock, the tips of her fingers running around the partly exposed glans, smearing the pre-cum that oozed in a steady stream around his cock head. His cock lurched and bucked under her delicate caresses, jumping out of reach and so she gently took hold of the head in her hand and drew the foreskin back exposing the head, before slowly sliding it back up again, feeling his dick lurching and jumping in her fingers. She slowly continued her gentle stroking of his cock head, keeping her movements frustratingly slow. 

She then ran her fingers down his cock and gently played with his balls, squeezing the heavy gonads before slowly running her fingers up the shaft and teasing the head again. She then resumed her stroking but increased the tempo this time, letting her fingers run up and down over his purple glans and shaft before releasing it and teasing the shaft with her finger tips again. After a few moments she resumed her stroking, this time letting her fingers run up and down the length of his cock and increasing the pressure slightly, slowly, inexorably building his climax, only to stop every few moments and play with his balls or run her hand over his toned stomach.

She was like a concert pianist at work he thought, or should that be penist? Either way was giving a world class performance of the concerto in D for dick major on his cock. His prick was lurching like a snake with its head cut off as she once again paused her stroking to gently squeeze his balls. God it was unreal, she was making him delirious as she slowly increased his excitement and frustration in equal parts. 

After giving his balls a firmer than usual squeeze she ran her fingers up his cock and began lightly tugging on the head, letting the subtle movement of her fingers on his cock slowly build his climax. As he felt his orgasm began to creep closer she slowly increased the tempo of her stroking, building it at an agonisingly slow pace but bringing him gradually closer. As his cum started to rise though, she somehow sensed his impending release and backed off, slowing her strokes until they were no more than feathery caresses designed to tease but not enough to bring him off. 

She continued to bring him closer and closer to the edge but each time denying him the ultimate release until she could see he couldn't take any more, he was groaning and scarcely able to focus he was so desperate to cum. 

She increased her stroking and maintained the pace, feeling his body begin to tense and his cock swell and harden to the point it seemed it would explode, she watched his huge balls pull up to the base of his cock and felt his cock begin to pulse in her hand before a huge blast shot over their heads onto the couch and carpet, she adjusted the angle of his cock and the next blast struck her square in the face. She instinctively closed her eyes and turned her face away at the same time lowering his cock further so the subsequent blasts splattered over their chests and arms, as usual most seeming to end up on her tits. Finally as the blasts turned to spurts and then to dribbles he regained his senses and blearily focussed on her.

"Oh my god mom, that was unbelievable!"

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it!" she said wiping a streak of cum from her cheek with one hand while gently caressing his hard twitching cock.

"Oops sorry."

"Well I suppose I was the one who was aiming it. I'll get some wipes."

She took her glass and sipped some wine as she headed off to the kitchen, her ass jiggling in her high cut lacy panties as she went. He looked down at his still hard cock, cum dribbling on to his belly and some splatters on his chest and his cock lurched. It was hard to believe that a month ago the most physical contact he ever had with his gorgeous mom was a peck on the cheek and now she was letting him grope her naked tits and had just given him the best hand job he'd ever had in his life. 

The thought disappeared as she returned and he was treated to the view of her near naked body as she walked towards him sperm dripping from her chin and her cum splattered breasts bobbing. She had a fresh glass of wine in one hand and a box of wipes in the other. She set the wine down, her heavy breasts hanging down and swaying as she did so, before taking a wipe and cleaning some of the cum of the couch. 

As she scrubbed it vigorously the movement caused her pendulous boobs to swing and wobble in time with her scrubbing, Bobby's cock lurched at the sight and another dribble of cum emerged from the head. She then sat next to him and took another wipe before cleaning the cum off her arms. Eying her cum splattered boobs bobby sensed an opportunity and said, "Here mom, let me help."

He managed to clumsily pull a tissue from the box and then began to wipe cum off her tits.

"I thought you were going to clean yourself!"

"Err, well you seem to have more of it on you."

"And surprisingly on my boobs, which you are so kindly cleaning."

"Err, yeah mom. Well, like Dr Roberts said, got to get my strength back!"

"Hmmm..."

He held the wipe in his fingers and dabbed her boobs while with his other hand he lifted and moved them as best he could, trying to make sure he got all the cum and making sure to grope her breasts as much as he could in the process. She sipped her wine with an amused smile, watching him as a strand of cum still hung from her cheek.

After Bobby had cleaned Alison she took a tissue and wiped the cum off Bobby's chest before gently cleaning his still hard cock.

"You're still hard as a rock," she commented stroking his cock with the wipe, "don't tell me you are you ready for round two already?"

"Err, sorry mom."

"Oh well," she sighed, "seconds out I guess." 

Having finished cleaning his cock she took hold of his shaft once again in her hand and began stroking it, her grip firmer this time, allowing her fingers to run the full length of his shaft before twisting around the head. Having just cum he was able to hold off for quite a while this time, revelling in the sensation of her hand on his cock. She brought her other hand onto his shaft, stroking it with her left while her right played with his cock head, the combination was amazing and had the added advantage of squeezing her breasts together between her arms. 

He took advantage of his new found freedom to reach out and run one hand over her heavy melons, feeling their firm weight and teasing her hard nipples. She seemed to respond to his touch, her movements becoming faster and harder, jerking his cock this time without pausing and giving him a chance to recover. 

The combined affect of both her magic hands on his cock and his hands on her her huge knockers was driving him crazy. Even trying his best he couldn't hold back forever under this assault and as he felt his cum slowly begin to rise. His mom seemed to sense she was winning the battle and leaned over him. At first he was disappointed her boobs were no longer in his hands but then he saw her lean further and her her huge knockers were hanging over his cock bouncing and swaying with the motion of her hand jerking him off. 

The feel of her hands jerking him and the sight and sensation of her huge tits bouncing and swaying around his cock was amazing and he felt his cum begin to rise inexorably, after another minute or two his balls tightened and his cock begin to spasm, spraying his cum onto her tits and hands as she continued to jerk him. His orgasm seemed to go on forever and when he regained his senses and looked down his mom was tenderly caressing his cock between her boobs which were dripping with his cum. She looked a little embarrassed as she took in the spectacle.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 08



"Well you always seem to end up shooting your stuff over them anyway and I thought I'd better try to save the couch from getting ruined." she offered by way of an explanation.

"So you brought the mountains to mohammed?" he grinned.

She playfully slapped his leg while gently caressing his cock which remained stubbornly erect. After a few moments stroking during which he remained hard as a rock she looked up at him in disbelief.

"Not again Bobby???"

"Sorry mom," he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, "ting ting, round 3?"

"Sometimes I wonder if you're human, but then I remember what your father was like at your age."

His cock was dribbling cum and her tits were covered with streaks of sperm, so rather than try to clean them off she lent forward and wrapped her cum splattered knockers around his cock, squeezing her huge melons together before sliding them up and down his shaft. The sperm provided plenty of lubricant and if he closed his eyes it felt like he was fucking a wonderful tight wet pussy, he wondered if that's what his mom's would feel like and his cock gave a sick lurch between her tits at the thought.

When he opened his eyes though and saw purple swollen cock head, shiny with his cum emerging from between the wonderful creamy mounds of her boobs it was equally exciting. His mom proved just as talented with her tits as she was with her hands, varying the pressure and speed of her tits to build his climax once again.

He had to be dreaming, he thought, having his sexy big titted mom kneeling in front of him worshipping his cock with her huge boobs was like some sick fantasy come true. For a moment he imagined he was some eastern potentate, sitting on his throne able to command his beautiful slaves to perform any act he desired, and his big titted mom was his to command, her only duty to please him and worship his cock, using her beautiful tits to pleasure him. Imagine if he was a Pharaoh, he thought, they used to marry their sisters didn't they? Maybe he could marry his mom? Imagine that, living as man and wife, she could be his queen to fuck whenever he wanted. 

All the while these fantasises flashed through Bobby's mind he could feel his moms beautiful knockers sliding up and down his cock, his huge hard dick penetrating the slippery cum soaked canyon. It was like being on some out of body experience riding the waves of pleasure and she guided him to yet another orgasm, he surrendered to her control allowing her tits to work their magic and bring him closer to coming with each exquisite, slippery journey of her knockers up and down his cock. 

Eventually his cock could take no more and he groaned as he felt his balls tighten and his cum rise in his cock.His cock was pointed directly at Alison's face and as she sensed his orgasm she turned her face to the side so his cum splashed into her hair and the side of her face. Several more loads soaked her hair before slackening off and splattering then dribbling onto the tops of her boobs. 

She leant back, and he admired her beauty. Even covered with the remnants of 3 loads of cum, some or which had dried and formed crusty white streaks she still looked stunning. She looked down at herself surveying the mess and looked up at Bobby with a look that suggested he'd had all he was getting. 

"Well I am having a shower and I think you could do with one as well."

She finished her wine and made her way to the shower with Bobby following, his cock finally now at half mast.

As she ran the shower and peeled off her panties he couldn't help but notice a wet patch on the small piece of material. She hastily threw them in the laundry hamper before he could get a proper look but he was sure of what he had seen. So his mom was getting horny after all!

They climbed in the shower together, he still had to wear bags on his hands so he was unable to clean himself, or more importantly his mom, and he had to content himself with admiring her beautiful tits and ass as she washed herself before she turned her talented hands to cleaning him.

As she washed him and he felt her sensuous fingers on his chest and admired her big tits as they jiggled and swayed he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement building in his cock again. She soaped his balls and washed them and then began soaping his cock, her caressing fingers awakening his drained member, as she felt it begin to harden once more she released him and looked in disbelief at his erection as it curved up towards her, hard as ever.

"Bobby, you can't be, not again?"

He gave an embarrassed shrug, and she looked in disbelief before shaking her head.

"You don't want me to, again?"

"Well..."

"How much can one penis take?"

"I guess one more."

"Oh alright!" she sighed.

Even though she gave the appearance of being annoyed she couldn't entirely hide her excitement and awe at his stamina. Even his father hadn't managed 4 orgasms in a row. 

She squirted some more soap into her hands and began soaping his cock, using both hands in a sort of pepper grinder motion. His dick was aching now from all the stimulation and the jerking was almost painful, but not enough that he was going to complain. Her jerking was hard this time, she was clearly working his cock hard, her grip was firm and the speed of her movements fast. He simply relaxed and allowed her to do her job, he had come to realise that once she had her hands on his cock she was in control and had all the power.

Despite his 3 orgasms his bruised aching cock was still being brought closer and closer to orgasm by his mom's vigorous jerking, her delicate hands beating his big brutal piece of meat into submission. He felt his orgasm slowly beginning to rise as he watched her huge tits swinging and jiggling and the foam flying off his cock as she jerked him furiously. Slowly, surely she brought his orgasm closer and closer until he groaned "Oh god, i'm cumming!" and his cum flew from his cock, mixing with the foam as she continued to jerk him. His cock was so sensitive by now that as he came her jerking was too much and he shuddered and spasmed in the throws of orgasm, she seemed not to notice, or not to care and continued to jerk him hard as his body convulsed under her touch before slowing and then finally releasing him.

She rinsed them off and Bobby staggered off to bed, his cock ached but he had never felt so satisfied, or so tired. As he collapsed into bed he was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow, a warm welcoming sleep that came from being totally sated, at least for today.

Cuming in Chapter 9... Alison gets her promotion and decides to offer Bobby a reward for his help, but his choice isn't what she expects.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 09



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Now Bobby's pain meds were being reduced he spent less time sleeping during the day and more time waiting for his mom to come home. His hands were still clumsy and weak but at least he was able to slowly type and search for movies featuring his favourite big titted actresses which he watched while he fantasised about his own beautiful mother and when he would once again be able to enjoy the sight of her naked body and the feel of her tender caresses on his cock. 

His hands were still too weak to be able to jerk off, he was unable to do more than tease himself, which only served to build his excitement more for when his mom returned home.

He would spend his evenings ogling his mom's near naked body, only her high cut lacy panties depriving him of the holy of holies. She would patiently allow him to carry out his "physio exercises" on her breasts while teasing his rampant cock. Over the course of the evening she would slowly bring him to orgasm, sometimes using her tits sometimes her hands but each time he would cum so hard that it left him like a drooling idiot. She would usually bring him off at least twice, often having to beat his cock 3 or 4 times before his lust was finally sated.

The wickedness of the whole thing just added to his excitement and the fact that his mom was built like centrefold and could give him orgasms like he'd never known had turned him into a sex addict, living from one fix to the next. Tonight, however, he was a sex junkie whose dealer had failed to arrive, it was nearly 7:30pm and his mom still wasn't home. He wasn't too worried, she had been putting in more hours at the hospital lately to do with the new clinic, but all the same he had been getting hornier and hornier since the afternoon waiting for his daily dose of Alison and now was starting to go cold turkey. His dick was drooling pre-cum like some rabid one eyed monster and he was pacing between the porn on his laptop and the landing, listening out for the sound of his mom's car entering the garage.

He was actually thinking about calling her cellphone when he heard the electronic garage door opening. Finally!! He shut his laptop down and waited to hear her enter the house. They had agreed a code that he should remain upstairs until she gave him the all clear, in the unlikely event that she brought a work friend home having a naked teenage son with a huge hard on walking around the living room could take a little explaining after all!

"Bobby! Are you upstairs, Bobby??"

She sounded pretty agitated, he hoped she was alright.

"Yeah mom, I'm up here."

He heard her running up the stairs, wow she really seemed to be in a hurry tonight.

"Oh Bobby! You won't believe it!"

She was still wearing her uniform and while they were not designed to look sexy mom's figure had a way of making anything look hot, even with her bra her boobs still bounced in the confines of her top as she ran up the stairs towards him, his cock giving an appreciative lurch.

"I've got it!" she ran towards him hugging him, his hard cock suddenly pressed up against her uniform and her boobs squashing against his chest.

"Mmmff, you've got what mom?" hugging her as best he could with his casts.

"The clinic! The investors have agreed to go ahead and actually made it a requirement of releasing the funds that I should be appointed the deputy manager!"

"Wow that's great!"

"I'm so sorry I'm late, the girls wanted to celebrate and give me a send off and I lost track of time."

"That's ok mom, I'm really happy for you. I was beginning to wonder where you got to."

She released him from her embrace before looking down at her watch."Oh my goodness, look at the time. Oh, I'm so sorry Bobby, I should have called." 

"It's ok mom."

She glanced down as his cock gave another lurch, it's one eye staring balefully back her. "Do I take it you've missed me?" she smiled.

"I always miss you mom." 

"So I see." she reached down and stroked his cock and he groaned at the sensation of her cool fingers on his rampant erection as she tenderly caressed his hard on. 

"Oh god that feels good mom." his cock lurching in her hand as she continued to lightly stroke him.

"I gathered you like it." she smiled. "You know it it hadn't been for your encouragement and support I'd have never had the courage to go to that meeting and have got the job."

"Mom, you're a beautiful, intelligent, sexy lady and ooohhh.. there's nothing you can't do if you want. You just needed someone to believe in you, and I always will."

"Oh Bobby!" she released his cock to give him another hug and he once again had his erection pressed up against her trim belly and uniform and her huge boobs squashed against him.

"Let's celebrate tonight, Bobby. I'd like to take you somewhere but I had a couple of drinks with the girls and I shouldn't drive anymore."

The kind of celebrating he would rather be doing didn't involve going anywhere, but this was clearly something special to his mom so he figured his hard on could wait a little longer.

"Well, what about I drive us? I mean I can steer ok as long a I take it easy."

"Are you sure Bobby?"

"Sure, my hands are a little weak still but I can move the wheel ok in the car." 

"Well, in that case how about I treat us to dinner?" she looked at his cock as it lurched, and tenderly patted it like it was a dog that hadn't had it's walk. "That's if this can wait?"

"Yes it can wait mom, another hour or two won't kill me." he sighed with a pained expression, and she reached down and gave him some sensuous strokes, "Well I'll try to make it up to you later ok?"

"Ok mom. Can I have a little advance now, I've been waiting all day."

"All right" she smiled, encircling his cock with her cool fingers and gently tugging on the meaty limb that sprouted from his body, pleasuring his aching cock. She continued to jerk him, slowly coaxing him towards an orgasm for several minutes until the pre cum was frothing at his cock head. They stayed like that on the landing, him head back glorying in her caresses, her looking lovingly at him while tenderly stroking his cock. She knew he would cum soon if she kept it up much longer she she slowed her stroking before releasing his cock, a strand of slimy liquid connecting her fingers to his cock head.

"There is that a bit better?"

He nodded and groaned as she smiled then sashayed off to her bedroom swinging her hips with Bobby following like a zombie whose body was now under the direction of his dick.

He sat on the bed and watched her as she stripped her uniform off until she was wearing only her bra and panties. Her big tits jiggled like jellies in their cups as she walked around the room chattering about how excited she was. His dribbling cock was pressed up against his belly with the force of his arousal and he couldn't believe she didn't know the effect she was having on him, or didn't seem to care.

"Now what am I going to wear? I can't remember the last time I went out for dinner, I don't even have any dresses."

"You have one mom, and seeing as we're celebrating you getting the promotion after you saw the investors it would be kind of appropriate."

"Bobby! I can't wear that! What if someone saw us together?"

He had to admit she did have a point, it was hardly the sort of thing you would wear for a mother-son evening .

"What if you wore a jacket over it?"

Alison considered it for a moment, the black number was short but not outrageously so and with a jacket buttoned up it wouldn't reveal anything much, and since she was supposed to be treating Bobby she wanted to look nice for him. 

"I suppose that might be alright, if we went somewhere out of town."

"No problem, I'm driving!"

"Oh alright, well I guess I may as well take this off then." she sighed and reached behind her back, undoing her bra and sliding the straps down her arms, revealing her opulent breasts for Bobby to feast his eyes on once again. He watched as she took out the little black number, from the wardrobe and when he saw it again he was shocked to realise just how little it really was. Did he really send his mom out for an evening wearing just that? She turned away as she attempted to arrange herself in it and Bobby couldn't resist moving up behind her and slipping his hands inside her dress to cup her tits.

"Bobby! What are you doing? Stop it!"

"Mom, my physio, remember?"

"You've had your foam balls to use all day Bobby! It's hard enough for me to stay in this dress as it is without you making it more difficult."

"I'm only trying to help." as he continued to clumsily knead and squeeze her boobs under her dress.

"Well you're not." and she firmly removed his hands from her treasures and stepped out of reach, "We'll never get out of the house at this rate and I'm famished. I'm not wearing that tape again, it nearly pulled my nipples off last time. If I'm wearing a jacket that'll have to do."

He contented himself with watching his mom trying to keep her boobs in her dress before putting on a black jacket with white trim over the top. 

He had to admit it actually looked quite classy, the jacket showed a fair bit of cleavage without being pornographic while the dress showed Alison's legs off, again it without being too revealing. She checked her makeup in the mirror, adding some more bright red lipstick to her sensuous mouth before she turned to face him.

"Do I look ok?"

"You look beautiful, as always mom."

"Such a charmer. Well, I think we'd better get you something to wear don't you?"

Bobby looked down at his naked body, his cock staring back up at him, the head wet and drooling with a sheen of pre cum.

"Err, yeah I guess you've got a point." 

He followed her as she went to his room, his cock scything through the air as he walked and admired her legs as picked out a suit from his wardrobe holding it up for him, 

"Why don't you wear this, you look so handsome in it."

Bobby felt his heart and cock swell at the compliment, he only usually wore it for formal occasions under duress, but if his gorgeous mom liked him in a suit, a suit it was.

"I think perhaps we'd better clean this up first." she regarded his cock which now had a strand of pre cum hanging from the head." 

She went to the bathroom and returned with a wet wipe which she used to gently clean the slime from his cock, pulling the skin back to properly clean the glans. He revelled in her touch, even wiping his cock clean felt great. She disposed of the wipe and looked in his draws for some briefs.

"Don't you have any underwear in here Bobby?"

"I don't really bother with it mom, it kind of gets in the way."

"Oh well, if that's how you feel comfortable."

She put his shirt and tie on first, his dick sticking out obscenely from under his shirt, before pulling on his pants. She levered his cock into them as best as she could but it still stuck out, forming a giant tent in the front of his trousers.

"Bobby you can't go out like that! How do you get away without wearing briefs."

"Well normally I just keep my hands in my pockets." he gingerly slid his tender hand into his pocket and used his it to hold his cock against his hip. "See?"

"I wondered why you always seemed to have your hands in your pockets, I thought you were just being casual. Now I know better."

"Well I kind of had to find ways of covering it up, what with it being, well you know.."

"Huge and permanently hard?" she said with a wry look.

"Um yeah."

"Hmmm, well now we've got you 'arranged' perhaps we can go and eat."

They drove out onto the freeway, Bobby keeping the speed down and taking the corners steadily, Alison beginning to relax as she could see he was comfortable behind the wheel. 

"Well this is nice, it's been a long time since I went on a dinner date with a handsome young man, though I'm sure everyone will wonder what you're doing with an old lady like me."

"With an old lady like you? Mom, you'll be the most beautiful woman in the room, you always are. I doubt anyone will even notice me. And stop with the old, you look like you're in your twenties."

"Oh Bobby, you're so sweet." she cuddled up to him and he felt for all the world like he was taking a high school sweetheart on a date. His cock was still hard as a rock and as he felt her warmth against him and smelt her perfume it grew harder. He could even feel her breath on his neck when she spoke. Breath that came from the mouth that had held his cock oh so briefly that night and had swallowed his cum. His dick pulsed in his pants as he recalled that night.

"I wish there was something more I could do to thank you other than giving you dinner." that warm breath again, those full lips.

"You could let me give you the desert." he blurted out.

"Desert? What do you mean?"

Oh shit! Why did he say that? "Um well, I just meant like, um, well after the err, party."

"After the party, what do you... oh that! Bobby! I did that to help you out because I felt bad leaving you in that...state. It was not something I intended to make a habit of!"

"Um, I'm sorry, I just figured, I mean, seeing as you did it then, maybe, um tonight is special.. so..um" Oh jeesusss, why couldn't he just shut his fucking mouth and stop babbling. 

"So... you thought we could celebrate by me giving you oral sex? Is that what you thought tonight was leading up to?"

"Um no... I didn't expect... I just...you know, it was nice and..."

"Nice?!" 

Oh christ!! Why couldn't he have broken his jaw instead of his wrists, then he wouldn't be digging himself a fucking hole that was halfway to China!

"I didn't mean it was nice, it was wonderful, it was amazing and I guess I thought, because you wanted to thank me you, um..."

"I would show my gratitude to you by sucking your cock?!"

God she was pissed, when she started swearing it was a sign she was in danger of going postal.

"I didn't expect anything mom, I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I guess I was a just horny and, I remember that night and how it felt. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, or imply anything. C'mon mom, please don't be mad."

She took a deep breath and he felt her soften and relax a little. 

"I'm sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to get mad. I suppose I just wonder sometimes where all this is going to lead. I told you when this started there were limits and we couldn't go any further."

"I know."

"I agreed to help you because of your wrists and how frustrated it was making you, but now you're driving and before long you'll be able to do...other stuff, again. I want us to be a normal mother and son again Bobby."

Fuck, what was she saying, no more watching her naked? No more hand jobs? Didn't she understand, it wasn't about his wrists anymore ,she had uncorked a genie and it wasn't going back in the bottle.

They drove on in silence for a while each lost in their thoughts.

"This steakhouse on the right is supposed to be pretty nice, let's pull in here." 

"Sure mom."

"Why such a long face? We're still celebrating right?" she smiled, clearly wanting to put the argument behind them.

"Yes sure!" he forced a smile.

They pulled into the parking lot and his mom leant over him to open the door for him. Her jacket might have covered up her boobs she was sitting up but when she leant over it left everything on display. Her boobs tumbled out of her dress and Bobby gawped at them swaying as she struggled with the handle before pushing the door open for him. He climbed out and walked round to her side of the car holding the door open while she slid out. He admired her the beautiful legs as her skirt slid up as she slipped out before turning to face him.

"Well you are the gallant young man aren't you?" before glancing down, "Although that does rather spoil the effect." He looked down and saw tent in the front of his pants she was referring to.

"Perhaps you should, well, put your hands in your pockets before we go in." 

"Oh, yeah sorry." he tried to gingerly slide his hands into his pockets but the casts made it awkward and the drive over had made his wrists ache worse than he thought. After a couple of moments of watching him struggle his mom intervened.

"Here, let me, or we'll be eating in the parking lot." she slid her hand into his pocket and found his cock through the lining, holding it against his hip. "Now just take my arm."

Bobby did as she said and they walked into the restaurant arm in arm disguising the fact she was holding his bloated cock inside his pants.

The waitress that greeted them was a pretty latin looking girl about Bobby's age.

"Hi I'm Lucia, I'll be your server tonight. Let me take you to your table." 

As they walked through the restaurant Bobby couldn't help noticing Lucia's cute little butt through her skirt. He was so busy checking out her ass he didn't notice his mom was checking him out and saw where he was looking, she said nothing but suddenly gave Bobby's cock a hard squeeze that made him jump. He glanced at his mom who showed no reaction but simply stared ahead. Lucia sat them at their table and noticed Bobby's casts. 

'Oh wow, did you injure yourself?"

"Yeah, skiing accident, up in Colorado." Bobby flashed her a smile. 

"Wow! I've always wanted to go." Lucia returning his smile.

"You should, it's amazing, as long as you don't have an accident." he flashed her a winning smile again.

Alison felt herself flushing, and responded by reaching onto Bobby's crotch under the table and beginning to stroke his cock. Bobby flinched slightly at her touch.

"Yeah it's great!" he smiled, trying not to show any reaction.

"I bet it must be amazing, how did you have your accident?"

Well I was on one of the black slopes and err.." Alison's movement were becoming bolder, tugging his cock head through the thin fabric of his pants she began jerking him off. Bobby struggled to retain his composure as her stroking quickened.

"I got onto some , err, soft... snow..."

"Um ok?"

Her persistant tugging grew faster and he fought the feelings eminating from his cock.

"Uhhhhh, yeah it was soft, real soft, oh yeah, and I lost my grip, I mean um footing."

"Right."

He could feel his balls tightening and his cock lurching under her touch.

"Uhhh oh yeah, then I hit a treeee!"

The waitress looked at Bobby quizzically, waiting for some more information but Bobby was fighting a losing battle against his mom's jerking. Fuck, if she kept this up for much longer he was going to cum in his pants.

"It was, yeah, Uhhhhhhh god."

"Are you ok sir?"

Bobby was no longer able to speak, all his attention was being taken up with trying to stop himself cumming in his pants.

"He's fine, he just has little episodes," Alison intervened with a look of pure innocence, "it's from where he hit his head during the accident."

"Oh dear, that's terrible."

"Yes, poor sweetie." stroking his forehead with one hand while jerking his cock with the other. "He'll be fine in a few minutes."

"Um ok, well, can I get you guys something to drink?"

"Actually yes, we'll have a bottle of champagne please, we're celebrating." Alison smiled while slowing her stroking under the table.

"Oh wow, that's great! What's the occasion?"

"A promotion."

"That's great, congratulations! I'll be right back." 

Alison released his cock under the table just when he thought he couldn't hold back any more.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 09



"Um Mmmmaaalison, that wasn't very nice." he said slowly regaining his composure.

"What do you mean? I thought you liked me taking care of you. Unless you'd rather Lucia was doing it for you?" she said giving him a wry look.

Fuck what was going on with his mom, first she nearly lost it in the car because he asked her for head, now she was jerking him off in the middle of a restaurant. And what was this stuff about the waitress? Shit was his mom getting jealous? Bobby felt like he was really out of his depth tonight.

Lucia returned with the champagne and poured them two glasses. Bobby clumsily sipped some of his while his mom drank hers down and poured another. Looked like she sure was planning on celebrating! They chatted idly about nothing in particular as Alison fairly quickly drained her glass and started on a third.

"Um excuse me, I hope you won't mind me interrupting, I just wanted to offer my congratulations."

They looked up to see a middle aged man with dark brown hair in a gaudy blue suit standing at the table. 

"I wonder if I might be so bold as to ask what the occasion is?"

"Actually I just got a promotion." smiling back at the man.

"Aw shoot! Not about the promotion, I mean congratulations. It's just me and my buddies over there had a little bet going." He gestured at a booth with a few men in equally bad suits who waved back.

Bobby noticed the man was looking a little uncomfortable and then saw where his gaze was directed, right down his mom's top. From his position Bobby realised if he leant forward he could see almost all of his mom's left breast where it had fallen out of her dress, and he guessed the guy had an even better view. 

In fact the man had an almost unobstructed view of two of the biggest best, tits he'd ever seen in his life, and he'd visited plenty of strip bars in his time. "We errr, well that's to say I , um said I thought you two... I mean the two of you, um were getting engaged."

"Engaged? Oh no!" she smiled drinking her champagne.

The man was holding his hat in front of his groin and Bobby guessed he was getting hard from ogling his mom's tits. His mom seemed oblivious and continued to smile as the man gabbled on.

"Well that's bad for me, the loser has to buy you folks another bottle of bubbly."

"Another? Well I suppose we are celebrating aren't we Bobby?"

"Huh? Uh yeah."

"Well thank you very much. Aren't you going to thank the man Bobby?"

"Thanks." said Bobby without much enthusiasm.

"Okay, well you folks enjoy!"

He took one last look at her boobs, the image imprinted on his brain, before heading back to his table. 

"Well you could have made a little more conversation, or is it only Lucia you want to talk to?" she eyed him as she sipped her glass.

"Mom, that creep was looking right down your top the whole time he was talking you!"

"My top?"

"Yes, it's a wonder he didn't take a photograph."

She looked down to see that where her jacket had fallen open and her boobs were almost totally exposed, only the thin straps of the dress partially hiding one nipple while the other was fully exposed. She hastily adjusted herself while Bobby looked over and saw the man in animated conversation with his buddies, obviously describing her tits with hand gestures.

"Oh dear, I did give him rather an eyeful didn't I?"

"An eyeful? The guy had a hard on! What a jerk, I ought a go over and punch his lights out!"

"I doubt that would help your wrists much."

"I don't care! Who does he think he is, staring at you like that!?"

"Bobby Stevens, are you getting jealous?"

"No! Well, I mean yes, I mean, well you know looking at you like that, it's wrong."

"You mean I'm not attractive?"

"Mom you're beautiful, stunning. It's just he was staring at your, well you know, boobs."

She turned to face him and gave Bobby the same view the man in the suit. Bobby gawped at her tits, now restrained only by the fabric of her dress.

"Well you asked me to wear this Bobby, you can't expect to be the only one that sees. Besides he did buy us champagne."

"Well I still think he's an asshole."

"Bobby, you're the quite the knight in shining armour, rescuing a damsel in distress like this."She poured herself yet another glass, finishing the bottle. She was definitely getting well lit tonight.

She lent over to him again, "Well I suppose I should give you a reward for being such a gentleman." so saying she slid her hand onto his crotch and caressed his cock again.

He groaned at her renewed teasing, how he was ever going to make it through this meal without cumming in his pants he didn't know. She leant closer and he could feel her breath on his cheek and smell the wine. 

"You know that question you asked me earlier Bobby?"

Question? He flicked through his brain but right now all he could think of was her fingers on his cock and her lips... her lips! Wait she didn't mean, in the car, about sucking his dick? Ok proceed with caution he ordered his mouth.

"Umm, you mean what I asked you in the car... about, treat... um... with your... mouth err on my ohhh my err"

Nice job mouth! You're fired.

"Yes Bobby that question."

"Um, ok?"

She teased his cock caressing the head with sensuous movements, the front of his pants now moist with pre cum that was oozing from his cock.

"Do you really want me to do that for you?"

She was talking about sucking his cock, like she was actually considering it.

He didn't trust himself to speak so he simply nodded.

She continued to stroke his cock while she considered the question, his dick lurching and drooling at her stroking. She looked him in the eye and opened her mouth, her sensuous, full mouth, to speak.

"Hi guys, this is compliments of the gentlemen over there." Lucia arrived with a fresh bottle of champagne and an ice bucket.

Fuck!

"Oh thank you."

"Are you ready to order yet?"

"Yes I think so thank you, let's see I think I will have a steak, I really feel like a mouthful of prime meat tonight." she squeezed his cock.

Fuck, was that her way of telling him she was going to do it?

"Um sure, how would you like it?"

"Oh, definitely well done." she continued to caress him. 

Oh god, he was going to have to sit though a meal? He felt like it was all he could do not to cum in his pants as it was.

"And you sir?"

She began tugging his cock head again. "Uuuuhhhh, oh, um oh god!"

"Is he ok?"

"Yes, just another little turn I'm afraid. He'll be fine in a few moments. What about a Caesar salad darling?" she asked as she gave his cock head a particularly sensuous twisting stroke.

"Oh god yes!" he thumped the table with his arm.

"Um ok... so one Caesar salad and one steak well done." Lucia scuttled off as Alison released his cock and almost exploded with laughter.

"Oh god, mom, that wasn't funny! I can't take much more of this."

"I'm sorry Bobby, I promise I'll make it up to you later on." she said with a look that suggested she really would.

Alison poured some more champagne and sipped it until the food arrived. The meal passed in a daze, for Bobby because his cock was throbbing like it was going to explode and all he could think of was whether his mom was going to give him a blowjob, for his mom because she was getting wasted on the best part of two bottles of champagne. As they finished their meal mom settled the check and Lucia smiled as she saw the tip. Mom got unsteadily to her feet before helping Bobby up, his cock was tenting out from his pants like a 3rd limb and mom stood to one side giving Lucia a clear view. She gasped as she saw Bobby's huge hard on, and Alison pretended to suddenly notice. 

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, it's a side effect of his accident I'm afraid, he gets like this sometimes. I'm so sorry. He can't help it."

"Oh I see." was all Lucia could say, and she clearly could, her eyes were fixed on Bobby's huge hard on and she was flushing.

"Uh, oh, err." Bobby tried to cover himself with his hands without much success. 

"I'm so sorry. Come along darling let's you home darling."

Lucia looked away, embarrassed and Bobby hobbled out of the restaurant as best his could following his mom. As the got to the car park Alison exploded with laughter.

"God mom, that wasn't funny!"

"Oh relax Bobby! You gave the girl a treat, she couldn't take her eyes off it."

Bobby helped his mom into the passenger seat and despite his anger couldn't help staring at her shapely legs as she slid in to the car. As they drove out of the parking lot Bobby was still steamed.

"I'm sorry Bobby, don't be mad. I was just having fun."

"Mom, that girl must have thought I was some kind of drooling pervert."

"I'm sorry Bobby, did you think she was hot?"

"Mom she was just a girl, I mean she was nice but you really embarrassed me. And I can't believe that guy was staring at your boobs and you didn't care."

"Bobby it was you that wanted me to wear this, I didn't know he was seeing as much as he was until it was too late. I'm really sorry I embarrassed you, you know I love you more than anything. I was just happy and having a little fun and as for that girl I think you gave her a treat."

"Treat?"

"Letting her see this big thing." she reached across and squeezed his cock through his pants. "You can't be that cross, Bobby you're still hard."

"Well after the way you've been teasing me all night I'm not surprised."

"Teasing?" she asked with mock shock. "I thought you liked me playing with you." she said rubbing his cock through his pants.

Bobby groaned, "I do mom, but it's been all evening and I can only take so much."

"Oh poor darling, well I'll put you out of your misery soon." his cock lurched at the thought of his mom bringing him off, and then he remembered what she said earlier.

"I seem to recall you saying something about that earlier."

"Oh, that..."

"Don't tell me you forgot."

"No, I was hoping you might."

"Mom, I'm not going to forget that."

"Well I suppose I did promise, more or less."

So she was going to do it????

"All right Bobby I suppose I should make it up to you. If you'll forgive me and stop being cross."

He didn't say anything but she could sense he was weakening. She continued to rub his cock through his pants feeling it lurching and drooling, his dick like an iron bar.

"How would you like a little preview?" his dick jumped, "That's so long as you think you won't crash?"

"Ummm ok."

"All right then."

She slowly undid his pants, reaching inside and managing to lever his hard cock out till it sprang into the open. He was swollen, his head purple and veins standing out on the shaft. The cool air felt good on his cock head which was dribbling with pre cum. His mom leant down and he gasped as he felt her warm breath on his cock, thankfully they were on the freeway by now and there was no other traffic around otherwise there was no way he'd never have been able to keep the car on the road.

Her tongue slithered out and swirled around his hard glans, licking up the salty film of liquid that was oozing from his hard cock.

"Ooooohhh god." 

"Are you sure you can still drive?" she lifted her head.

"Yeah, I'll be ok."

"Alright then." she moved down again.

Her warm breath on his cock again and then a wonderful warm, wet sensation enveloped his dick. He forced himself to keep his eyes focused on the road but the rest of his attention was on the feelings coming from his cock. 

She gently sucked his swollen glans, teasing him while lightly flicking his head with her tongue. Bobby said nothing but just groaned as she continued to make out with his cock. He then felt her lips begin to slide down his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth before sliding back up again. His balls tightened in his pants and his cock lurched in her mouth as Alison's lips tenderly slid up and down his bloated cock teasing him towards orgasm before lifting off his cock and lightly swirling her tongue around the head to let his recover for a few moments.

She then slid her mouth back down over his cock, enveloping him in a wonderful warm, wet, velvety tunnel, her tongue sensuously snaking around his throbbing cock head. She continued making out with his hard dick while Bobby gripped the wheel and started ahead, not trusting himself to take his eyes off the road. Bobby's cock was pulsing and dribbling salty pre cum that his mom licked from his cock. He was so hard it was as if his cock was carved from granite and from the way he was spasming Alison could tell he had almost reached his limits so she released him from her lips and sat back up.

"Is that enough to be going on with?"

Bobby just nodded.

"So have I earned your forgiveness?"

Again Bobby just nodded.

Alison chuckled, "I haven't done that since I was in high school."

So his mom had given road head? His cock lurched at the thought.

"Well I guess your driving skills passed the test, even if your conversation seems to have suffered." his mom smiled.

As Bobby exited the freeway and drove the last few streets to their home all he could think of was cumming, his balls ached like they were going to explode and his cock was like a baseball bat. Finally they reached their street and entered the garage the door swinging closed behind them.

"Here let me get the door for you." Alison leant across him, she had undone her jacket on the way home and her unfetterd boobs tumbled out and swayed, bouncing on his drooling cock as she reached for the door handle. Bobby stepped out, his pants slipping down his legs as he did. His mom walked round to join him taking in the sight of Bobby with his hard cock standing out from under his shirt and his pants round his ankles.

"Well aren't you the sight?" smiled Alison, "Here let me help you."

She knelt down and his cock lurched as her face drew level with his cock. 

"With your clothes!" she gave him an exasperated look as she smiled and removed his shoes before helping him step out of his pants.

'Now... I'll help you with this." she said standing and stroking his iron hard dick before slipping off her jacket and dress so she was naked apart from her panties. Bobby's dick lurched like a dog wanting to do for a walk and Alison simply smiled and wrapped her hand round it once again.

"Come along young man, let's put you out of your misery."

She led him into the house by his cock as he watched her shapely ass wobbling in her high cut panties and the sides of her boobs jiggling. They reached the living room where she pushed him down onto the couch before dropping to her knees in front of him. She gently lifted his cock up away from his belly so it was level with her face, his huge dick looking massive so close to her delicate features. She then began to lick up the shaft of his cock, sensuously and slowly drawing closer to his cock head before stopping and starting the journey again, worshipping his huge phallus with loving caresses of her tongue. After a few moments of teasing the shaft she finally licked the full length of his huge cock, lightly flicking her tongue over the purple glans of his cock, teasing it with gentle touches before becoming bolder and swirling around the head. 

Bobby lay back watching her with glazed eyes, his beautiful mother sensuously snaking her tongue over his cock head, before looking him in the eye and opening her ruby red lips to take it into her mouth. He drew in his breath sharply at she sensation of her mouth sucking his cock and her tongue continuing to dance over his cock, instinctively seeking out his most sensitive areas.

The room was silent apart from the the wet slurps from Alison's lips as she sucked her son's huge dick, he watched her beautiful face as she continued to make love to his cock with her mouth, her movements sensuous and loving as she ran her full red lips slowly up and down the arrogant column of meat. 

She continued to tease and excite, drawing the moment out as long as she could but Bobby's excitement was too great to hold out for long and she sensed it. She looked him in his glazed eyes and subtly increasing the cadence and intensity of her movements, her lips gliding up and down the shaft of his cock, taking the head and several inches of the shaft deep in her mouth, slowly, inexorably bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

As he watched her mouth making love to his cock, her beautiful face bobbing on his meaty shaft he wished this moment could last forever, but his body was betraying him, try as he might he could feel his swollen balls tighten and his cock pulse as his orgasm grew inexorably closer. Finally he he knew he couldn't hold back the flood gates any longer.

"Ohhhh goood mom... cuuuummming." he groaned.

She said nothing but continued her movements, holding herself ready for the huge load of cum she knew he'd built up. She felt his cock spasm and then suddenly flood her mouth with thick sperm. Even knowing how much to expect she struggled not to gag as his cock erupted again and again in her mouth filling her cheeks to overflowing so that she had to gulp down his loads to make room for more. It seemed he was cumming forever and try as she might some escaped from her lips and dribbled down the shaft before she felt his loads begin to reduce and his orgasm finally subside. 

He looked at her through a daze as she lifted her lips from his cock, a pool of thick cum still filling her mouth before she looked at him and gulped it down. His cock continued to lurch and she gently held it in her hands to steady it as she licked up some of the dribbles that had escaped before finally releasing it and rising unsteadily to her feet, smiling at him.

He couldn't speak and wouldn't know what to say if he could, so he simply watched her as she walked to the stairs, her gait exaggerating her swaying bottom and her jiggling boobs, as she made her way up the stairs. He looked down at his cock, glistening with saliva and traces of her red lipstick and it gave another spasm as he contemplated the new level of ecstasy he had just experienced.

Cumming in chapter 10... Alison requires some assistance in her new job finding a volunteer to model for a for a replica penis, no one quite measures up apart from Bobby.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 10



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. 

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Bobby awoke without his customary display of swaying boobies or his morning shower, that was odd his mom was always an early riser. He checked the clock, 10:30am, definitely odd. His cock was hard with his morning glory and as he remembered the events of last night he felt it swell even more. He pushed the bed clothes off himself and looked down at his throbbing hard column of meat, remembering what it had looked like with his mother's sensuous, moist red lips wrapped round it and her tongue swirling over the head. His dick lurched at the thought and his noticed a trace of red lipstick around the shaft. 

It really did happen! It wasn't a dream! So now what, blowjobs on tap? His sexy mom sucking his cock every day and swallowing his big load? His dick lurched again at the thought. Speaking of which, where was she? He padded out of bed and made his way to her room, his cock leading the way, hopeful of a warm welcome, but her bed was empty.

He made his way to the landing and could hear faint noises coming from the kitchen. He figured it was safe to venture down on a Saturday morning so he made his way through the house and found his mom in the kitchen. She looked really hungover and was nursing a cup of black coffee in her silk robe.

"You ok mom?"

"Oh Bobby! Yes, I'm, well no... I had too much to drink last night and, well I'm not feeling very well."

He wasn't sure if she meant the champagne or the belly-full of cum, or the combination, but either way it obviously hadn't agreed with her. 

"Yeah well, you did tie one on last night.."

"Yes, and I'm afraid behaved very stupidly, very stupidly indeed."

Oh god, here we go!

"Mom, you weren't that bad."

"Bobby, I was doing things to you, things mothers aren't supposed to do to their sons, in public, where anyone could have seen!"

"But there was hardly anyone there mom, and no one we knew."

"But there could have been, some one could have walked in and seen us together, me hanging out of my dress, and you with your, well with that." she said looking towards his erection that reared up still hopeful of some attention. His cock was still hard as a rock but he figured it was going to have to stay that way right now. 

"Well there was no harm in the end, and we were celebrating right?"

"It's not the point Bobby, the way I behaved was totally irresponsible, it could have landed me in jail and ruined both our lives, not to mention what happened after."

His cock lurched at the mention of his mother giving him road head before sucking his cock dry in the living room. God he wished she would just stop beating herself up and give him a repeat performance.

"Mom, stop being so hard on yourself, you're entitled to let your hair down once in a while and nothing bad happened, and as to what happened after, I've got no complaints about that!"

"I'm sure you haven't! But that's not the point, we crossed a line last night and we can't undo what we did, or rather I did. I can't believe I... Oh Bobby, where is this going to end? I wish I could just flick a switch and go back to when we used to be a normal family. Before your father had his plane crash and before all... this started."

"Mom, I miss dad too, and I wish he was here, but wishing isn't going to bring him back. So the way I see it we've got to look out for each other. The way things have been the last few weeks, I don't regret one bit. I've never felt closer to you and what you've done for me just makes me love you more."

"Oh Bobby, you're all I have and I feel like I am letting you down. I'm supposed to be your mother and instead there I was last night running around like some cheap whore. This can't be right Bobby, it's not normal."

"Mom you could never be a cheap whore so don't speak about yourself like that. As to what normal is, I don't know, most of my friends hardly speak to their parents and when they do it's to tell them how much they hate them. I love you and I'd do anything for you, so if that means being not normal then so what?"

"But Bobby, I'm your mother, I'm not supposed to see you like this," she gestured at his still hard cock, "let alone do the things I've done."

"But if you hadn't I'd probably have ended up beating my dick to death on the bannisters."

"More likely you'd have knocked the stairs down." she smiled up at him through red eyes and smudged mascara. "I'm sorry I must look horrible."

"You look beautiful mom, and stop worrying, everything is fine. Really!"

"Oh Bobby, I wish I could believe you.."

"It's true, nothing bad has happened, you're still my mom and I'm still your son and I still love you and I always will. So in future we just do our celebrating at home ok, Deputy Manager of the new clinic?"

He grinned at her and she managed another wane smile.

"Oh Bobby, I don't know what I do to deserve you."

He could think of a couple of things she could do right now but he figured he'd keep them to himself. She approached him and cuddled up to him. His cock nudged against her stomach and she glanced down at it. "I've suppose I've rather neglected you this morning haven't I?", he didn't say anything but just watched as she reached down and encircled his hard cock with her hand before gently stroking it. He groaned as she began lightly running her hand up and down it, slowly building up the rhythm. She was wearing a silk robe so his view was restricted to her amazing cleavage and her unfettered melons swaying under the thin silk in time with her stroking. Her nipples seemed to be protruding through the thin material and it definitely wasn't cold today so she had to be getting turned on. 

He groaned and leant back against the kitchen counter as she continued to run her fingers up and down his hard cock, teasing his erection with her tugging. They didn't say anything, the room was quiet apart from the occasional moan from Bobby and the slick sound of his pre-cum coated foreskin sliding up and down over his cock head as she began to stroke column of meat in earnest. He simply leant back and let her do what ever she wanted to his cock, which this morning was to get him off as soon as possible. She was obviously just giving his some relief and that was fine by him, a morning quickie was never a bad way to start the day. Her talented hand continued to beat his meat and he could feel his cum begin to rise as he leant his head back and surrendered to the incessant caresses of her hands on his cock. 

"Ohhh fuck mom I'm cumming." 

His balls drew up under his cock and the head swelled even more has the huge slab of meat lurched in her hand before spitting a jet of thick white cum across the kitchen that landed with an audible splat on the floor, being followed by several more so before long it was raining sperm on the tiled floor. She continued milking his huge cock as the seemingly endless supply of cum erupted from it until it finally slackened off and subsided. He regained his senses and surveyed the scene, great streaks and puddles of cum spread out before him across the floor.

"Oh well, I was going to clean the kitchen floor anyway." Alison sighed, smiling and releasing his cock.

"Sorry." said Bobby giving a comic shrug.

They spent the rest of the day mooching around at home, Alison recovering from her hangover and Bobby waiting around hoping for some more action along the lines of the the previous night's. 

He lay on the bed remembering the feel of his mom's mouth on his cock, the way she teased the head with her tongue and the sensation of her moist lips sliding down the shaft, enveloping his dick in a wonderful warm wet tunnel. His dick throbbed at the recollection and he wondered if a repeat performance was on the cards tonight?

He reflected on his mom and her moods last night. She kept on about limits and how far things would go but bit by bit Bobby sensed she was relaxing and opening up. He sure hoped so, the idea of going back to a normal mother son relationship wasn't something he wanted to think about, he lived from one sexual encounter to the next and couldn't imagine having to make do with a peck on the cheek rather than her cheeks round his pecker. He felt himself drifting off to sleep with images of his beautiful naked mom worshipping his cock playing through his mind.

He awoke a couple of hours later and heard his mom on the phone downstairs so decided to pad down and investigate his hard on leading the way. His mom was still wearing her robe and sitting at the table tapping on her laptop. 

He stood by her shoulder and could see she was answering some emails.

"Hey mom, what's up?"

She turned to see his dick at eye level throbbing. 

"Oh my god! Well you obviously! I was just doing some work, we've got a problem I'm trying to solve."

"What's the problem?"

"We have a contract to provide some educational products and I'm having trouble sourcing some of them."

"Um. What sort of educational material?"

"Well since you ask, it's a series of replicas of the, um, male reproductive system."

"Male repro... you mean guy's dicks?"

"That's not really the technical description I'd use, but yes, casts of various men's penises so they can be used for educational purposes and testing birth control products."

"So, what's the problem, I mean, you have guys willing to,err, model don't you?"

"Yes we've had several volunteers but the casts are supposed to show a variety of, dimensions, and so far we've not had any in the, higher end of the percentile."

His mom was looking flushed and guessed she was getting embarrassed talking about it but there was something about the idea of his mom looking at cocks and assessing them that turned him on, especially if she was comparing them to him.

"So you have to measure them?"

"Certainly not, the applicants submit their details via the internet and I refer them on for consideration."

"And you've not had any guys apply who are packing?"

"Bobby, it's not the sort of thing to joke about. This is serious, we, I, need to get this project completed this month. There's a lot of money involved, schools and birth control manufacturers who are paying for this."

"So you just need a guy with a large...percentile, then?" he said waving his erection at her.

"Bobby can't you be serious? This is important."

"I am being serious, I mean unless you think I don't.. measure up?"

"Bobby don't be ridiculous!"

"You mean I'm not big enough?"

"Of course you're... big enough, more than big enough, but you are my son and I can hardly submit your details can I?"

"Why not?"

"Why not??? How am I supposed to explain that I know how large my son's penis is when it's erect?"

"Well don't tell them it's me."

"What do you mean?"

"Use another name."

"Bobby, be serious!"

"I am!"

"It's too dangerous, someone would find out."

"Where are the err, casts being done?"

"Some company in New York, why?"

"Well we don't know anyone there so just put a different name on the form and who's going to know?"

"Bobby, it's too risky."

"What's the risk, no one will know and besides, I've always wanted to visit the big apple. C'mon mom, we could go together, what do you say?"

"Bobby, I don't know..."

"Mom, you said yourself it was serious and you needed a volunteer with a big... percentile and here it is at your service!" he flexed his muscles and made his cock jump in salute.

"Bobby!" his mom his mom admonished him. 

"C'mom, at least fill in the form, that can't do any harm can it? What do we have to do?"

"Oh alright, there's an online submission applicants have to fill in." she typed in the address and a webpage came up for the clinic and a chance to volunteer to be part of a medical research program. Bobby could see why they hadn't had many applicants, the page looked about as erotic as a funeral director's convention and most guys were unlikely to ever pay it much attention. His mom clicked on the 'APPLY HERE' link and a questionnaire and some instructions appeared. 

"Hmm well it only asks for basic contact details."

"Great put me down as Bobby Smith."

"Very imaginative choice!" his mom remarked wryly.

"Hey keep it simple right?"

"Ok well, most of these questions deal with diseases and so on." his mom clicked the relevant boxes before coming to the final section. "Here is the section where it's asking for umm, measurements. Do you know your, um, length when aroused?" she asked flushing.

"Errr, no." 

She looked round at him, his huge cock towering over her.

"You don't?? Surely you must have, I thought all boys...checked themselves."

"Nope." he lied, Of course he had measured himself but the chance to have his mom do it for him was too good to pass up.

"Which means you expect me to do it I suppose?"

Bobby shrugged and held out his bandaged hands by way of an explanation.

"Oh alright! Let me see, there are some instructions. 'To ensure the best results and that the subject is fully aroused the subject should stimulate their penis for approximately 60 minutes without reaching a climax prior to carrying out the measurements."

"I guess that's where you come in mom."

"What a surprise!" she remarked looking at him with an arch look before regarding his still erect penis. "I don't see how it could get much harder than it is at the moment." she said reaching up to stroke it.

"Well we want to be scientifically accurate right?"

"I never knew you were so interested in science Bobby. Come along then." She sighed before standing and leading him over to the couch by his cock. She pushed him down onto the seat before going to the kitchen and returning a few moments later with a glass of wine which she set down on the table. 

"I suppose if I'm going to be here doing this for an hour I might as well be comfortable." Her heavy boobs swayed and jogged under the thin silk robe and Bobby feasted his eyes on them hoping to see them naked once more.

"Great! Err, how about some visual stimulation to start with?" Bobby's eyes like saucers and his cock was flexing in anticipation.

"This isn't room service you know!" 

"Um, I didn't mean it like that, just you know, for the experiment, to get accurate measurements and..."

"Oh alright." she cut him off, untying her robe and letting it fall to the ground so he could feast his eyes once again on her knockers. 

"There, happy?"

"Um, yeah." 

No matter how many times he saw them he couldn't get enough of her glorious heavy orbs. She sat facing him, his eyes following every sway and jiggle of her tits. She then slowly ran her hand down his toned six pack and lightly stroked around the base of his cock. His dick lurched as she delicately teased around the base of it before gently playing with his balls. She tenderly cradled his heavy testicles in her hand, as if she was weighing them and admiring their size and heaviness. He watched as she slowly released his gonads and slid her fingers up his cock delicately caressing the shaft before running up and around the shiny purple head. 

She continued delicately stroking and teasing his column of meat and he lay back glorying in the sensation of her elegant fingers playing over his iron hard cock. After a few minutes he reached out with his clumsy injured hand and awkwardly attempted to heft one of her huge boobs. His wrists were still too weak to allow him to lift the heavy melons but he was able make her boobs jiggle and sway while squeezing the smooth soft flesh as best he could. She didn't say anything but continued stroking him as he weighed her heavy jugs in his hand, marvelling at their size and smoothness. As she continued to stroke his cock she slowly built the tempo increasing his arousal. He moaned in appreciation of her caresses and in return he found her rubbery nipples and ran his fingers over them, feeling them harden under his touch. His mother let out a sharp intake of breath and although she said nothing, he guessed she was getting turned on.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an age, neither of them spoke but Bobby's cock bucked and lurched as she continued to stroke and tease him towards an orgasm without ever allowing him to reach it. Pre-cum drooled from his cock and she used her fingers to smear the clear slimy liquid over his glans and shaft, lubricating it and adding to the sensuality of her touch. For her part Bobby noticed that Alison's breathing seemed more rapid and her nipples were now like two hard bullets sticking out from her breasts. Bobby couldn't resist making her big jugs jiggle and sway but increasingly focused his attention on her nipples, being rewarded with the occasional gasp or moan that Alison would emit when he did. Alison brought Bobby gasping to the brink of orgasm several times but expertly denied him the ultimate pleasure of release, his cock now so hard it was like it was carved from marble. 

As she caressed him and delicately built the tempo once more, Bobby could feel his orgasm nearing again, knowing it would be denied. God how much longer was she going to keep teasing him? He knew she wouldn't let him cum because she hadn't measured him yet and while he was desperate to cum he was powerless to stop her caressing him. His balls tightened yet again and he felt his cum begin to rise Alison's caresses became slower and lighter, her feathery touch keeping him floating on the brink before letting him subside and then releasing him altogether. He opened his eyes to look at her as she moved away from him removing her charms from his reach. Initially he was disappointed but then she knelt in between his legs and leant over him letting her heavy boobs hang down over his crotch, her giant melons brushing against his engorged manhood as they swayed. He watched breathlessly as the smooth silky skin of her magnificent tits bumped against the aching hardness of his cock, feeling her hard nipples rub against the shiny purple skin of his glans. 

His mom smiled up and him before lowering her heavy jugs so his cock was between them and squeezing them together, enveloping him in their silky soft smooth grip. Bobby groaned at this new level of excitement, his mom seemed to be getting off on teasing and tormenting him, it was like she was trying to see how much he could take. He was powerless to resist anything she wanted to do to him, all he cared about was the pleasure coursing though his body as she began slowly sliding her boobs up his shaft, enveloping him completely so he disappeared from sight, before pausing and slowly sliding down the length of his cock , his purple cock head emerging from the magnificent creamy canyon of her boobs. She kept her movements agonisingly slow, allowing his cock constant stimulation but not enough to take him over the edge. 

Pre-cum drooled constantly from his cock lubricating the fleshy tunnel between her boobs, making it feel even more like a wonderful pussy he could penetrate to his heart's, or his cock's desire. Bobby was peering blearily at his mom, unsure how long the teasing had been going on, but sure it had to be more than an hour when he was suddenly aware of cool air replacing the feel of his mom's boobs on his cock. He looked down to see her sitting back, her breasts slick with his juices. 

"I think you could do with a little break." she smiled.

He regarded his cock which was bucking and lurching like it was possessed and a strand of pre-cum hung down onto his belly. Fuck he was so turned on if he didn't cum soon he felt like his balls were going to explode.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 10



Alison drained her wine glass before rising to her feet and heading to the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen pouring the wine, while Bobby certainly needed the break the truth was she needed a moment to think. The teasing and arousing she had been performing on Bobby over the last few weeks had increasingly been having an effect on her as well. Increasingly she found herself getting turned on as she was touching and fondling him, and part of her discomfort about last night's events was how excited she had become. But this was not about her, it was about Bobby, she was doing this to help him wasn't she? Helping him because he couldn't help himself? Except now she was using him to help her with the clinic, all the same she was just doing this to arouse him not for her own pleasure. But her body was betraying her, her nipples were hard as rocks and the warm glow she could feel between her legs told her how aroused she was without having to look. It's just a biological reaction she told herself, normal in the circumstances. It doesn't mean anything.

Was it also normal to have flashes of jealousy when other women looked at her son, as she had last night? Normal??? She sipped her wine and laughed. What was normal anymore? Here she was, naked in her kitchen about to go and suck the cock of her son and she was worried about being normal? What had she become? What was becoming of her and her Bobby?

She downed the glass of wine and poured another. She looked down at her naked, aroused breasts and thought of her beautiful son in the next room and knew that whatever she had started was too far advanced to stop now.

She returned to the living room, Bobby was lying back on the couch, his eyes closed and his huge erection jutting up in the air, curving towards his belly pulsing with his heartbeat. She felt another warm flood of arousal go through her, as she sipped her wine and made her way towards him. He heard her approach and turned his head to look blearily at her, drinking in her curves. She was careful to keep her legs pressed together to conceal what would now be obvious and in doing so felt her clit being squeezed by the pressure. 

She set her wine down and knelt between Bobby's legs, admiring his cock. The fact was Alison didn't like to give oral sex, she loved it. At high school when most of her friends had given head to avoid losing their virginity Alison had done it because it turned her on, the ability to control a man completely with her mouth, tease him and pleasure him at her will was the ultimate thrill to her. She became so known for her oral skills she earned the nick name of the 'headlight queen'. It was actually a triple reference, her 'headlights' as the guys called them always got plenty of attention anyway. Her love of, and skill at head was pretty obvious and the fact that she dated guys who were packing downstairs and was known as a size queen rounded it off. 

Bobby looked down at her in a daze as she gently lifted his enormous cock from his belly and held it up vertically, looking at the huge slab of meat close to her pretty face. She tenderly kissed round the shaft and worked her feathery kisses further up the huge meaty trunk towards his shiny purple head drooling with a sheen of pre-cum. The viscous clear liquid attached itself in strands to Alison's plump lips as she kissed his cock head before slowly snaking her tongue out and lapping up the liquid, savouring it's salty tang as an appetiser for the huge load of cum she knew was awaiting her in his oversized balls. 

She slowly opened her lips, allowing him to feel her hot breath on his cock before sliding her lips over the dome of his erection and engulfing him in a wonderful wet tunnel where her tongue continued to dance over his straining hard meat. She kept her movements slow and sensuous, knowing he wasn't capable of withstanding any more, but her mouth felt incredible none the less. She made out with his cock like it was a lover she was kissing, tenderly worshiping the huge phallus with her lips and tongue. 

Feeling his excitement, how hard and aroused he was and knowing she controlled this huge cock totally with her kisses and caresses made her moan with pleasure, she hoped Bobby was too far gone to notice and pushed her thighs together feeling the pressure on her clit and her own excitement build. The most beautiful cock she had ever had, if only it wasn't her son's she would fuck it in a heartbeat, but that was a line she would never, could never cross. She teased and tormented his cock, pleasuring and denying it as she continued to make love to it with her mouth. Everytime she judged he was nearing the brink she withdrew and licked down his shaft to his heavy swollen balls, sometimes taking one then the other in her lips and drawing each huge gonad into her tender mouth. After a few moments respite she would begin kissing her way up the shaft before once again drawing his huge cock into her mouth and sliding her lips up and down his slab of meat, edging him closer and closer to a climax until she sensed he couldn't take any more and backing off just when he thought he would cum. She repeated the cycle over and over revelling in the thrill of controlling this huge cock and knowing it was compltely at her mercy.

"Ohhhh god mom, I don't think I can take any more. Please."

She felt guilt flash through her, in her excitement at teasing and controlling him she had forgotten his need, and the point of the exercise.

"Alright Bobby, I guess that's enough stimulation." she said, withdrawing her mouth from his cock and trying to resume a business like demeanor. She looked at the clock, it had been nearly 3 hours since she started teasing him not 60 minutes, no wonder he was getting desperate. She walked to the kitchen and Bobby watched in a daze as her sexy ass jiggled and swayed in her high cut tiny panties before returning a few moments later with a tape measure. His cock was jumping and lurching like a rodeo bull, as she consulted the lap top to check what measurements she had to take. She needed hold his cock to steady with one hand while holding the tape measure along side with the other to measure it. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the length, and Bobby's cock gave another lurch of pride and escaped her grasp. 

"Can't you keep it under control?"

"Sorry mom I can't help it right now. So how do I measure up?"

"Um, very well."

"So how big am I?"

"Don't make me say it Bobby."

"Well I'm just curious." he said with a look of innocence.

"I'm sure you know quite well how big you are but since you're going to make me tell you anyway, your penis is 9 1/2 inches long. Satisfied?"

I would be if you'd let me stick all 9 1/2 inches inside you Bobby thought dementedly, he guessed she would satisfied as well, not that it was ever going to happen. 

"Um thanks mom."

She took the other measurements around his cock and then got her phone and took some pictures before uploading them to the laptop.

"Ok, well I'll submit this and see what happens."

"Great mom, any chance now I could, you know, finish?"

"Alright Bobby, I don't want you to injure yourself." she smiled before kneeling next to him and leaning over his lap. In this position her huge tits hung down invitingly and Bobby couldn't resist cupping her heavy, hanging jugs in his hand, feeling their weight and cool smoothness before toying with her hard nipples. His mom let out an unmistakeable moan from around his cock as she sensuously worked her lips up and down the huge slab of meat. Bobby was too far gone to pay much attention, he was delirious with lust and the need to cum and all he could focus on was his mom's lips sliding up and down his turgid member while her tongue danced and sparred with his veiny one eyed beast. 

She didn't tease him this time, simply guided him to his orgasm, feeling his cock swell to bursting and his body tense as he reached the threshold. She slid her lips up his shaft holding just the bloated head in her mouth so as to make room for the torrent of cum that she knew was to follow. She felt his cock buck in her mouth before flooding it with a hot thick load of creamy sperm, followed by another and another. Alison gulped the loads down as they spewed into her mouth feeling the thick liquid sliding down her throat to her belly as more cum spewed from his huge spasming cock. She continued to milk his cock dry with her tender lips until it had given up all it's load, her mouth awash with the salty white liquid.

She rose silently from the couch and smiled at Bobby before making her way upstairs hoping he didn't realise the reason she said nothing because she was still holding a mouthful of his thick cum. She reached her room and closed the door, sliding her panties off and throwing them in the hamper. She didn't need to look at them to know they were soaked, her nipples were like rocks and the warmth from her loins told her she was wet and aroused. She ran her fingers over her hard swollen nipples, feeling them tingle before sliding her other hand down to her hot wet pussy and rubbing the engorged clit, all the while savouring the thick load of cum she still held in her mouth. . It took no more than a few moments before she felt an orgasm shuddering through her, and she finally gulped down the last of her son's huge load and collapsed on the bed.

What was happening to her? What was she doing? Was she really going to take her son to New York and have his penis moulded? The idea of her son's cock being immortalised turned her on, the thought of other women seeing it and marvelling at it, perhaps even using it to pleasure themselves with. What would that be like she wondered, to have a rubber replica of his cock inside her, knowing it was the same size as her son's, knowing it was how he would feel if he was... no stop it! She found herself thinking about it all the same as she rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples feeling another orgasm wash over her, stifling the moan with a pillow so Bobby wouldn't hear her. Oh god what had she started? She wondered as sleep began to engulf her.

Cumming next, Bobby's casting leads to a weekend of frustration before he and Alison venture to New York where Alison has to share Bobby's cock with another woman.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 11



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Chapter 11

It was the following Friday when Bobby's mom arrived home later than usual, he padded out of his room expecting her to come up the stairs and begin his evening's erotic fantasy world but instead she remained downstairs and called up to him, "Bobby would you come down here please?"

Oh shit, this wasn't good. It was the tone of voice that meant something was wrong and normally meant he was in trouble. He made his way down the steps, his stomach tingling with nerves although they weren't enough to subdue the raging hard-on that grew in a pavlovian reaction whenever the prospect of his mom's tender touch was near.

She was sitting at the dining table with some papers in front of her.

"Sit down Bobby." 

He sat nervously opposite her.

"Read this." she said pushing the papers across the table in front of him.

The letter was headed from the clinic and he scanned through it trying to make sense of it as best he could, ...medical program.....selection procedure....taking part.....accepted.

Accepted? 

"This means I've been accepted? They're going to use me in the program?"

"Yes Bobby."

"That's great isn't it?"

"Read the letter."

"Appointment at De Milo Studio Monday 11th... That's this Monday, 3 days time."

"Read the letter."

"Accommodation details... Hotel.... Flight booked..2 tickets... plus assistant.. the assistant is you right?"

"Yes Bobby I had some leave to take so I was able to book the time."

"Wow! So we get a free trip to New York, flight and hotel paid for all I have to do is stick my wang in some plaster."

"Bobby Stevens!! Can't you be serious??"

He was taken back by the strength of her rebuke.

"Sorry mom, but this is good right? I mean for the clinic and your job? And a trip to New York would be nice right?"

"Bobby if anyone realises you are my son then our lives will never be the same. I'm talking jail, professional ruin, you would have the stigma for the rest of your life too."

"Mom, who's going to know? No one knows us in New York, as far as they are concerned we are just Mr Robert Smith and his glamorous assistant, who will be assisting him with the casting of his piece of art." he thrust his hips up and waved his hard on at her which wagged about the table.

"Bobby this is serious!"

"I know mom, I am being serious. Going to New York is safer than being here, there's no neighbours or co workers to run into. We can just be together for a weekend, what's to worry about?"

"Oh Bobby, I don't know, maybe I'm being paranoid. I just can't help this feeling we are being watched."

"No one's watching us mom, and no one knows we're going to New York. We'll have a ball."

"I suppose..."

Bobby sensed she was relaxing a little and pushed home the offensive hoping she would loosen up and give him some attention. He stood up and walked over to her singing.

"Start spreading the news..... ba baa da ba ba!" swinging his dick in time to the music in a crude lampoon of a broadway musical.

"Bobby, stop it!!!" his mom admonished trying to stop herself laughing.

He continued to dance in front of her his cock now at eye level.

"I'm leavin' today... da daa da da" waving his cock at her.

"Stop it!" she playfully swatted his hard dick and he withdrew out of range.

"Sorry mom, but I've missed you."

"Hmmm.. so I see, well you'd better read the rest of the letter."

"What, oh ok...." he peered at the letter "to obtain best results subject should refrain from orgasm for at least.... 48 hours!! Holy crap they don't mention that on the application form! You mean I get no action for like, 2 days?"

"Well not quite, there's more."

"More? Um.. some sexual stimulation is beneficial providing it does not lead to a climax.... So you can still do stuff as long as I don't cum?"

"Well yes I suppose so Bobby, but as 48 hours is the minimum I'm afraid your curfew starts tonight."

"You mean I can't cum at all till Monday?"

"I'm sorry Bobby, they procedure is there for a reason, they have to get a good mould of your... penis... and that is the whole point of the trip after all."

"I suppose so..."

She smiled at him, "I'm sorry Bobby, I'll try to make it up to you."

"Really?" 

His cock lurched and the possibilities that flashed through his mind and as he stepped closer to her, his cock swaying as it approached her throbbing at eye level. 

"Oh Bobby, I didn't mean, now... I only just got in."

"I've been waiting all day mom, and now you tell me I'm going to have a major dose of blue balls, you could give me a little attention at least."

"Oh Bobby, ok I suppose so." she sighed, with outward resignation while inwardly she could feel her self becoming excited at the prospect of teasing and tormenting this giant cock for the next few days. She hated herself for being such a slut but couldn't deny the warmth that was growing between her legs , where you created Bobby a sick voice called to her. God what was wrong with her? The giant cock in front of her gave a lurch and she watched transfixed, as the skin rolled back over the head a little further, the purple dome of his cock shiny the skin was so taught with his desire. 

She slowly reached for him lightly running her fingers up and down his erect cock, wondering what It would be like to see him rendered in plastic, for other women to share and admire. Still they would only have the replica she had the real thing. She continued stroking him, feeling the silky smooth soft skin slide up and down the iron hard shaft and the over the bloated purple glans, marvelling at how he felt hard as iron and smooth as velvet at the same time. With her other hand she cupped his heavy, low hanging balls, admiring their weight and size, feeling each one fill her palm.

He was looking down at her breathlessly, completely in her power as she drew him towards her, allowing her tongue to snake out between her lips and tenderly explore his cock head, tasting the tangy saltiness of his precum. She could feel his balls tighten in her hand in response to her caresses and continued to gently bathe his cock head with her tongue before slowly licking down his shaft till she reached the base and taking first one heavy ball, then the other in her mouth and gently sucking on them.

She sucked and licked his balls for a few moments before licking back up his shaft to the head and slowly enveloping the swollen glans in her mouth, sucking his cock in earnest, sliding her lips down the shaft and using her tongue to duel with the huge slab of meat.

He could do nothing other than throw his head back and moan as she began to make love to his cock in earnest, her sensuous lips sliding up and down the shaft of his cock, her tongue snaking around the underside of his glans. He watched as her head bobbed on his cock, her movements slow and sensuous, as if the cock was a lover she was passionately making out with. She withdrew her lips from his cock after a few minutes, allowing his excitement to subside while she caressed his turgid, mammoth shaft with her tongue, delicately teasing the beast for a few minutes before once again enveloping him in her warm wet mouth. 

He lost track of time, it seemed the universe stood still and the only reality that mattered was his mother and what she was doing to his cock, but all the same he could feel his balls ache and his cock becoming more and more sensitive so that her ministrations were bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm with each bout of sucking and licking. Finally she withdrew and looked up at him.

"There better?"

He looked down at her with glazed eyes as his cock lurched, shiny with her saliva and drooling pre cum.

"Uh, well kinda. This is going to be a long 2 days."

She smiled and gently ran her hands down his sides, moving him backwards.

"I know Bobby, but I will make it up to you, properly, on Monday."

Right now that seemed long time away as Bobby watched Alison stand and head up to her room. He followed her up the stairs watching her shapely ass wobble in her uniform. He didn't think he could take any more sucking or stroking right now but at least he could sit back and have a display of tits an ass while she got undressed. 

He sat on the bed and watched as.Alison chatted about work, she appeared casual but was acutely aware of her son's eyes on her as she slowly removed her uniform and walked about the room in her underwear. She'd recently started wearing some more revealing underwear which her husband had bought a few years back. She found herself becoming aroused as she paraded herself in front of her son, her breasts jiggling in her skimpy bra and her ass almost totally exposed in her high cut panties. She turned her back to him as she undid her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders and teasing him before turning and letting him admire her huge tits as she prepared to have her shower. She closed the bathroom door and threw her moist panties in the hamper before climbing in the shower. Her nipples felt like rocks as she ran her fingers over them and as the warm water cascaded over her she unconsciously slipped her fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit. She was so excited t took only a few moments for an orgasm to shudder through her, she gritted her teeth trying to stifle the moan and hoped the noise from the shower would drown it out. Twice more she felt her self ride the crest of a wave of ecstasy as she pulled and twisted her nipples while rubbing her clit. 

After her shower Alison put on a pair of black lace panties and headed downstairs Bobby's eyes following every bounce and jiggle of her naked breasts and she walked past him. 

They headed for the kitchen, Bobby standing watching her while she prepared dinner. 

"I've booked our flight for early Sunday morning so I thought we could go the Mall tomorrow and buy some things for the journey."

"Sure ok mom." he stepped up behind her and reached round so he could cup her breasts.

"Bobby! Stop it! I'm trying to get dinner ready."

"I'm not stopping you." As he kneaded her huge boobs she could feel his hard cock pressing up against her back. His hands were growing stronger by the day and she found his grip on her tits firmer and more stimulating.

"Bobby I'm cutting vegetables.." his fingers found her hard nipples and began squeezing them. She drew breath at how good it felt and hoped he didn't guess. 

"I know." He continued to squeeze her tits and play with her nipples and she felt her arousal building at his touch. God his hands felt good on her tits and that huge cock, pushing into her back. She had to stop this.

"Bobby, stop!" She tried to fend his hands off her boobs but he was having too much fun to be easily deterred. She finally squirmed out of his grip and turned to face him.

"Bobby stop it. I'm serious I'm cutting cucumbers for dinner."

"I'm sorry," he looked hurt and puzzled, "I didn't mean to upset you."

She felt her mood softening at the hurt and confusion in his eyes.

"Well you wouldn't want me to chop the wrong cucumber by mistake would you?" she held the knife in one hand and a cucumber in the other in a mock threatening gesture as his cock throbbed pointing towards her.

"Okay I surrender! Anyway you'll need my cucumber for Monday"

"Well take your cucumber over there out of harm's way then." She smiled as she turned back to the kitchen counter she felt herself remembering all the times Bobby's father had moved up behind her like that and held her tits before sliding his big cock into her and making love right there in the kitchen. Stop it! She told herself, he's your son not your husband and this is not something you should even be thinking about. 

She finished making dinner and they sat together on the couch watching TV, Bobby was hard as a rock and was wishing he could hurry the next 2 days up. His mom cuddled up to him, her boobs resting on his arm and her hand on his chest. She would run her fingers over his hard abs down towards the arrogant column of meat that jutted from his groin but without actually touching him. His cock was lurching and drooling precum and she gently ran her fingers down his side before allowing them to lightly caress his balls, tenderly playing with each one before running up over the underside of his cock and lightly caressing his dick making it jump and dance under her feathery touch. His cock was drooling pre cum now and a strand hung down onto his belly as she lightly ran her fingers up to the bloated head and began delicately sliding the skin backwards and forwards. His cock head was slick with the clear liquid and her fingers slipped easily over iron hard contours of his bloated glans. 

His dick jumped and lurched under her touch as if it was trying to escape but she tenderly held it, continuing to tease and caress without ever letting his climax approach 

"Bobby you're making quite a mess." she commented, her fingers and his cock coated in precum.

"Sorry mom, I'm just so horny I can't help it."

"Do you want me to stop now?"

"I don't want you to but I don't think I can take much more."

It was the honest truth, his dick was so hard it hurt and his balls ached, and he still had 2 days to go!!

"I understand Bobby, here let me clean you up."

She headed to the kitchen her ass wobbling in her tiny panties before returning with some kitchen towels, she leant over him gently wiping the precum from his cock and belly, her huge heavy tits hanging down and swaying as she did so. Even her touch while she cleaned him was infuriating and watching her huge tits swaying was driving him crazy.

"Do you think I could have some pain meds tonight?"

"Are your wrists hurting?"

"A little." He lied, it was his dick that was killing him and he hoped a few pills would help him get some shut eye and a few hours relief and fortunately he was right, as they lay together watching TV he soon began to feel drowsy and was soon asleep. 

Bobby had a restless night despite the pain killers, his hard-on remained stubbornly, achingly stiff all night and his dreams were filled with images of his mother. He found himself floating up from his sleep and found himself staring at a huge naked pair of tits swaying in front of his face. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or awake anymore, as he blearily awoke he heard his mother's voice.

"Well those tablets certainly knocked you out last night, come on sleepy head we've got some shopping to do ready for tomorrow." She was leaning over him naked apart from her panties and he drunk in the sight of her heavy swaying tits and felt his cock give an aching lurch, oh god another 2 days of this, how was he going to take it? His mother turned and headed for the bathroom and like a moth to the flame Bobby couldn't help himself from crawling out of bed and following. His dick was so hard the skin had rolled back all the way and if he had been alone he would have been tempted to beat it off on the bannisters again it ached so bad.

His mom was standing on tip toe to adjust the shower and her ass looked amazing, only a tiny strip of fabric hiding her modesty, she turned to face him and he once again ogled her tits. No matter how long he trawled the internet he never seemed to be able to find a pair that compared to hers.

"Are you all right Bobby?"

"Err, yeah mom. Just, you know, a little distracted." His hard on lurched and a strand of precum hung from the purple head. 

"Yes so I see. Well perhaps a nice shower will help relax you."

Showering you with my cum might he thought. 

She seemed to take her time preparing him for the shower and then stripped her panties off and washing herself, lathering and soaping her beautiful body, the display was awesome and his dick was jumping like it was transmitting in morse code. Finally she finished cleaning her opulent charms and turned her attention to him, washing him in a slow sensuous fashion, her big tits rubbing against him and his hard cock bumping against her tummy. When she washed his cock it was with an agonisingly slow light touch that drove him crazy without getting him close to cumming, caressing the iron hard slab of meat, gently drawing the foreskin back and forwards before pulling it all the way back and rubbing around the bloated head as if it were a door handle she was opening. Right now he was so horny she could just about do anything to his dick and it would feel good, even smacking it around would feel better than the permanent dull ache he'd had for the last 24 hours.

She dried them both off and dressed herself, Bobby watched her reverse strip tease as she encased her boobs in a sexy bra that gave her an amazing cleavage before putting on a thigh length skirt and a summery top that was quite low cut for her. He looked down at his cock, purple and with veins standing out and didn't think he remembered ever being this hard or horny. Even after his accident he hadn't been this turned on, but then he hadn't had a chance to get used to his mother giving him daily multiple orgasms which had now been cut off, and now he was like a drug addict going cold turkey.

His cock jumped and dribbled some more pre cum which ran down the shaft. 

"Well time we get you dressed Bobby, oh dear you are making a mess aren't you?"

"Err yeah sorry mom."

"That's alright Bobby." She fetched a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom and gently wiped the pre cum from his cock before heading to his room to get his clothes. It was a warm day so he chose a t shirt and shorts and as usual he had no underwear His mom levered him into his shorts as gently as she could but her every touch was almost agony he was so sensitive. His dick stuck out even more than usual and his mom covered her mouth as she looked at him trying not to giggle.

"Oh my goodness Bobby, you look like a tripod!"

"Mom it's not funny, I'm dying here!"

"You're not dying, you're just a horny young teenager, and I promised I'll make it up to you after Monday. That's if we get to New York, I'm sorry Bobby we're going to have to get you some underwear for the journey or you'll never get through the airport. They'll think you're trying to smuggle a bazooka through if they see you like that!"

He groaned but looking down she had a point, if they patted him down right now they would certainly get a handful. He thought of some hot young security girl grabbing his dick through his shorts and felt his cock lurch and dribble.

"Just make sure you keep your hands in your pockets today Bobby."

"Yes mom."

They drove to the mall and Bobby followed his mom round the stores while she bought various items for the journey, all the while holding his dick through his pocket. His hands were getting stronger and he found he was able to squeeze the head of his cock to give himself a little relief, the trouble was the more he squeezed the hornier he got. He could feel his pre cum seeping through the lining of his pocket and he guessed he was starting to make a mess inside his shorts. The other downside was all the squeezing was making his wrists ache and as the pain meds wore off they hurt more. Bobby's mom had gone to buy some more clothes for the trip, why the heck she needed more clothes for a 2 day trip he didn't know but then his mom didn't need much excuse to shop. 

He sat on a bench in one of the main concourses, trying to hide his hard on as best he could and checking out the girls. He saw a couple he had spotted before coming out of one of the stores and smiled at them. They were about his age and wearing cut off jeans that showed off their ass cheeks. He felt his cock lurch in his shorts at the sight and put his hand in his pocket to help hide it and give it a furtive squeeze. Shit they were hot, one was blonde and had a crop top on that clung to her and left no doubt that she didn't have a bra on, not that she needed one. She looked like an A cup, perky and small with 'sit up and beg' titties that he would love to suck on right now. Her friend had brown hair and tight dark t shirt. When she turned he could see she had a major rack, she looked like she was a double D. She was wearing a push up bra and her shirt was low cut displaying a cleavage that jiggled so that he guessed her boobs were home grown. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 11



His cock gave another lurch and dribbled even more precum in his shorts. God he'd love to stick his cock between those melons right now, he guessed he'd cum in about 5 seconds flat but he would still be hard and horny and would fuck both of them, probably twice. The perky girl saw him looking and smiled, Bobby smiled back and his cock gave her a salute from his shorts that she thankfully didn't see. He could feel the pre cum leaking onto his leg and guessed he would need to clean up when he got home, or rather his mom would have to do it, another lurch and more drooling as the thought of her hands on his cock flashed through his mind. 

"Sorry I've been so long."

He looked up guiltily to see his mom approaching with some shopping bags.

"Uh, oh hi mom. That's ok, I was just chilling."

"Ok well I think that's everything. Now I know you don't like them but I've got you some underwear for tomorrow. Just for the flight."

"Ok mom."

"Well let's go." 

As Bobby stood and they made to go Alison suddenly hissed at him.

"Bobby! Your shorts!"

He glanced down and could see a big damp patch had soaked through the front. Shit he knew he'd made a mess but he didn't know it was that bad. 

"Stand next to me and take my arm, I'll hold my shopping bags in front of you."

Bobby did as she said and took her arm but his wrists were really starting to hurt and trying to hold onto his dick and take her arm was really painful.

"Ow!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's my hands, they're really starting to hurt."

"Alright Bobby, you'd better let me... ."

He realised what she was offering to do and removed his hand feeling the relief in his wrist and his unrestrained cock straining against his shorts. She discreetly slipped her hand in his pocket, keeping her shopping bags in the way, and found his cock, delicately holding the bloated head through the wet pocket.

"Bobby you're soaked."

"Sorry mom, guess I've got a little worked up today."

"You haven't.... had an accident have you?"

"An acci.... no mom, you'd know if I had."

She could believe that, the amount he came it would be running down his leg she guessed.

"Alright, follow me Bobby."

He didn't have much of an option he figured, with her holding his cock so walked with her, arm in arm and hand in cock. They reached a drug store and she sat him on a bench arranging the bags on his lap while she went inside. A few minute later she came out looking very embarrassed and holding a small bag. 

"Ok let's go."

Bobby was baffled as to what was going on but didn't complain as the adopted the same routine as before with Alison holding his throbbing hard on as they made they way past the unsuspecting shoppers. God what would these people think if they knew I was holding my son's erect penis right now she wondered? They would be horrified and think I was some sort of monster, a few hundred years ago they would probably hang me or burnt me at the stake. If they knew what I had in the bag they would be even more shocked. 

They reached the restrooms and Alison spotted a disabled one and headed for it. She locked the door and undid Bobby's shorts dropping them to his knees. His cock was shiny with pre cum and she took some paper before gently wiping the liquid off. He groaned at her touch even though she was being as gentle as she could. She then reached into the bag she'd bought and pulled out a box, opening it and pulling out a foul sachet that looked somehow familiar. Bobby suddenly recognised it as a condom. His cock began jumping and drooling all over again. WTF??? What was she planning on doing? She tore the foil wrapper open and threw it in the trash before gently rolling the condom onto his cock.

"Errr, mom where's this going?"

"Not where you're thinking! Seeing as you refuse to wear underwear, and would probably make a mess through it anyway I thought this was the best solution."

With the condom in place she replaced his shorts and cock in hand, opened the door to make their way to the car. It felt odd to be making his way past shoppers while his mom had her hand in his pocket holding his condom covered cock. He saw a girl in a short skirt up ahead and couldn't help admiring her butt as it swayed, his cock gave a lurch in his shorts and dribbled precum into the condom. His mom gave no reaction to his cock lurching and at least he knew he was safe from making more of a mess.

They made it to the safety of the car and mom cranked the A/C and headed onto the freeway.

"Honestly Bobby, I'll be glad when tomorrow is over and you can start getting that thing back under control."

"Me too mom, it's not a lot of fun for me at the moment."

"I know Bobby, I'm sorry I know you are doing this to help me. Are you uncomfortable?"

"Well it would be nice to get a little air to it, if you know what I mean."

"Well, I suppose it won't do any harm."

Alison reached across and undid his pants with one hand releasing his cock which throbbed with its new found freedom. 

"Do you want me to take this off?" she indicated the condom.

"Yes please mom, a little cool air would feel really good right now."

She gently rolled the condom up his dick and removed it, not sure what else to do with it she tossed it out of the car window when there were no other cars around. She reached across and gently held his balls.

"Poor dear, these are feeling rather heavy."

"Yeah, they are aching pretty bad."

"Well we fly out tomorrow morning and the casting is due to take place first thing Monday so it won't be too much longer. Once this has been preserved for posterity we can put you out of your misery. In the mean time would you like me to rub it better for you?" she gently stroked his cock as she said this and he groaned at the feel of her cool fingers. "I'm sorry, if it's too sensitive and you don't want me to.."

"No it's fine mom, just, you know, go easy on me." Even in his current state, or perhaps especially in his current state he was powerless to resist the opportunity to have his mother's hands caress his hard meat.

She was good to her word and gently, tenderly ran her fingers over his engorged cock. You could almost not call it a hand job at all she was being so delicate but he was so hard and excited, and she was so skilled with her touch that he felt his cock grow harder and ache more as she teased and caressed him. She let her fingers run over the swollen bulb of his cock head, tracing the outline of the ridge and letting her palm rub on the head before exploring the iron hard shaft crisscrossed with swollen veins in the smooth taut skin. His dick drooled precum and she delicately smeared it over the cock head lubricating it as she did. When she could see his cock was becoming too sensitive she would release it and gently play with his heavy balls, tenderly weighing and squeezing them. Bobby lay back and let his mom have her way with his cock, the bitter sweet pleasure of being teased and caressed was so intoxicating he was powerless to resist even though he knew it was merely serving to increase his frustration 

When they arrived home Bobby requested some more pain meds at his wrists were genuinely hurting and added to the pain in his balls he needed some temporary relief. After his meds he watched his mom as she did her packing, it seemed a given that when they were home they were naked now apart from her panties that she still insisted on wearing to preserve her modesty. He couldn't really complain though, he was still getting a display of tits and ass that would have most guys in a strip bar emptying their wallets. Soon after dinner Bobby found himself dozing and they both decided to get an early night in preparation for the flight in the morning. 

In the morning Alison found Bobby still asleep and couldn't resist leaning over him as she woke him. She let her heavy tits sway gently bumping his face and watched, amused as he sleepily attempted to swat them away. She shook her shoulders a little making her boobs swing and bump his face a little harder and Bobby groggily opened his eyes flying open. She couldn't help herself from chuckling as she saw his reaction.

"Hello sleepy head, time for a shower before the airport?" she swayed her boobs teasingly as she asked the question and Bobby simply groaned in response as he stared at her huge tits swinging above his face reaching up with his hands to cup her big heavy orbs. Before he could grab her she ducked out of range and headed for the shower. He followed her to the bathroom, his dick scything through the air and dribbling as he went. When he arrived she already had the water running and quickly fitted the bags over his wrists obviously not wanting to waste time.

He admired her magnificent body as she washed, her big rounded tits, her shapely ass her trim stomach, the neat bush between her legs. He noted her fingers seemed to linger a little longer between her legs as she washed than before. When she washed him there seemed a loving almost sensuous quality to her hands on his body that he hadn't noticed before and when she washed his cock and balls she didn't say anything but smiled as she tenderly cleaned his straining cock and heavy balls. 

She helped him dress first taking the box of condoms and sliding one over his straining cock. He glanced at the label on the foil container as she dropped it in the trash.

"Is that a Magnum?"

She nodded not looking up.

"How did you know I use those?"

"Your father, um, needed to use these as well."

Shit, of course dad was packing as well wasn't he? Though Bobby remembered with a sick pride he was not as big as his son.

After she'd rolled the condom on she fetched the underwear she'd bought him.

"I know you don't want to put these but we'll never get you through airport security let alone to New York with this thing sticking out." She playfully patted his hard dick before taking out the underwear.

"Tightie Whities?"

"Well Bobby, boxer shorts weren't really going to be much use were they? Now it's only for the journey."

She slipped the pants up his legs and levered his cock into them as gently as she could. His hard on was help flat against his hip so that when she put him into a shirt and some loose fitting pants his bulge was relatively concealed. 

"There, as long as they don't pat you down we should be ok."

"I'm more worried about pick pockets, that could cause a few questions."

"Bobby this is serious, if you got stopped at the airport, with me, well... it doesn't bear thinking about. I mean how would we explain this?"

"Well just tell them the truth, I'm Bobby Smith going for a moulding and I needed to wear the condom cause I was making a mess. I mean it's embarrassing but it's not against the law."

"But if they found out I was your mother?"

"Why would they? It's only a domestic flight, there's no immigration, so who's going to find out. Chillax mom!" he grinned his winning smile.

They made it to the airport in plenty of time and stopped in the restaurant for a bite of breakfast. Mom had a G&T to settle her nerves even though it was still early. Bobby checked out some of the hostesses and girls travelling, adding to his discomfort as his cock throbbed in the confines of his underwear. 

They boarded the flight in plenty of time and Bobby noticed a cute dark haired girl sitting in an aisle seat, flashing her a smile as he drew level. Alison put their bags in the overhead locker and as she stretched her boobs looked like they were threatening to burst out of her blouse. She was struggling a little to reach and Bobby offered to help. She stepped back as he leaned up to push the bags in place delicately with his bandaged hands, as he did so the fabric of his trousers drew tight and outlined his hard on. Alison tried to think of some way to tell him without drawing attention but couldn't, she looked around to see if anyone else had noticed but was relieved to see they were all too busy finding their seats and stowing their bags. Then she noticed the young brunette sitting opposite, she was at eye level with Bobby's crotch and staring directly at the outline of his huge hard on. Alison wanted to stand in the way but there was no room in the confines of the aisle so she had to wait while the girl continued to get an eyeful of Bobby's dick.

When he finished with the bag the girl smiled up at him catching his eye and Bobby flashed her that grin that was sure to work his way into a million girls' hearts, and panties. Alison found herself flushing at the exchange and stepped back to allow Bobby access to their seats.

"Bobby why don't you take the window seat?"

"Um, ok thanks... Alison." 

He slid into the seat and Alison sat next to him cutting him off from the brunette who went back to reading her book. 

The rest of the flight went well, Alison began to relax and enjoy the trip now they were on their way. She ordered another Gin and Tonic from the flight attendant and a blanket that she spread over herself and Bobby. She sipped her drink and smiled at Bobby who returned her grin, happy to be going on a holiday and happier still his blue balls would be relieved before too much longer. Alison finished her drink and ordered another before raising the arm rest between herself and Bobby.

"How are you doing Bobby?"

"Um fine thanks." he said looking a little confused.

She slid her hand onto his thigh under the blanket and he looked surprised and a little nervous but as he looked around he could see no one was looking.

"How about now?"

"Better thanks."

She ran her fingers up his thigh until she reached his balls which she gently squeezed. He said nothing but just swallowed as she traced around the outline of his cock which stretched across his lap and hip. Through 2 layers of clothing and a condom he was desensitised enough that she could rub and squeeze his dick without too much risk of his cumming, all the same she could feel him swelling under her touch, the bulb of his cock head swelling and hardening till it was like a door knob. 

She snuggled up to him resting her head on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over them as she continued to toy with his erection through his trousers. Since they were covered from the neck down and he couldn't get much more frustrated Bobby took the opportunity to slide his hand under the blanked and onto his mom's Blouse. She looked around nervously but all the other passengers were either dozing or chatting and no one could see what Bobby was doing under the blanket so she allowed him to continue. His hands explored her tits through her blouse, squeezing as much of the huge melons as he could before undoing a couple of the buttons so he could slip his hand inside.

"Bobby!" she hissed, but it was too late, his fingers were inside her blouse exploring her bra clad tits, caressing the exposed skin and squeezing them through their cups. How could she complain she thought, she had initiated things after all, her hand was still rubbing the huge column of meat in his pants as he squeezed her tits. He now slipped his fingers inside her bra groping the soft warm handful of breast that he could reach. Fortunately for Alison he wasn't able to reach her nipples as she wouldn't have trusted herself to control her excitement if he had, so he had to content himself with a handful of naked boob. They stayed like that, groping each other under the blanket until they dozed off, only waking with the captain's announcement that they were beginning their descent into New York and instructions to the passengers to fasten their seat belts and return their seats to the upright position. Alison hastily repaired her blouse and returned the blanket to the flight attendant as they looked out of the window and saw the skyscrapers of New York below.

They got a yellow cab from the airport to the hotel that had been provided and checked in, the receptionist checked their details and entered them into the computer.

"Ah yes room 406, a double with en suite."

"I'm sorry, a double?" Alison queried. The travel arrangements had been made by the clinic and they had obviously assumed Bobby and Alison were a couple, the idea she would be sleeping in the same room, let alone bed as her son hadn't occurred to her.

"Yes that's correct, is that not what you requested?"

"Well, I'd assumed we would have separate rooms."

"Um, no it appears the reservation was made for a double. Is that a problem?"

"Well, um... I'm not sure, is it possible to book separate rooms."

"Let me see...... Unfortunately not, we have a convention booked in this week and we have no vacancies at all I'm afraid."

"Well what about a twin room?"

"I'm afraid not, we really are full. If we have any cancellations I can let you know."

Bobby's dick gave a lurch in his pants, the weekend with his sexy mom just got a lot more interesting now he realised they would be in the same bed. They made their way up in the elevator and entered the room, neither of them said anything but the double bed was plain for them both to see. 

After they unpacked Alison suggested they take a shower to freshen up, she helped him out of his clothes pulling down his pants before peeling off his condom, his cock had dribbled so much precum with any other man it would have looked like he'd cum. Alison tossed the rubber in the trash and gave his hard cock and couple of strokes.

"That feel so much better mom."

Good, but I think we'd better stick to Alison while we're here, especially as we're in a double room."

"Uh ok, Alison."

She stripped off and his cock saluted her voluptuous naked body as she made her way to the shower. It was a smaller cubicle than at home and they were virtually nose to nose as they washed, so much so Bobby's cock was constantly bumping up against her and she was knocking it with her hands every time she moved. For his part her boobs were bumping up against him so much he couldn't resist hefting them in his plastic bag covered hands. 

"Bobby! I'm trying to wash."

"I'm just helping mom, um Alison." as he rubbed her soapy tits.

"I'm supposed to be the one helping you."

"Help away!" he said thrusting his cock at her so it rubbed against her belly as he continued to grab her tits.

"I think if your hands are strong enough to be doing that they are enough to wash yourself." She said as she soaped her hands before wrapping them round his cock and running them up and down it.

"Uhhhhh, oh it never feels that good when I wash it."

"Hmmmm." She smiled a wry smile.

She stroked and caressed his cock for a few more minutes, feeling it jump and lurch under her caresses. She kept her touch as gentle as she could tell he wasn't going to be able to take much, and sure enough after a few minutes of stroking she felt his balls begin to tighten and his cock begin to swell. She slowed her movements making them lighter and simply running her fingers around the hard veiny beast for a few minutes before lightly stroking again. As she gently pulled on his cock she could feel his excitement building and within a few minutes he was once again heading towards shuddering climax that was headed off at the last moment. After repeating the cycle another 2 times Bobby was groaning and in a daze and Alison knew tormenting him further was not fair so she rinsed them off before switching off the water and stepping out of the shower.

She dried them off before dressing them.

"Please don't make me wear the underwear again mom, it felt like my dick was going to break in two at the airport."

"Alright but you'll have to wear the condom then, otherwise you'll be making a mess before we're out of the hotel."

She dressed in a loose low cut top and thigh length skirt while Bobby stuck with t-shirt and shorts. 

They decided to use their afternoon to do some sight seeing and shopping, as they left the room Alison slipped her hand into Bobby's pocket without asking and took hold of his cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 11



After getting some lunch they hit some Department Stores where Alison was in shopping heaven before taking in the tourist sites ending up at the Empire State. They made their way up onto the observation deck but were unprepared for how windy it was, when they got there and clung to one another like teenagers as they made their way around the platform. They checked out one of the telescopes and Bobby looked out over the skyline as Alison stood next to him her hand absently caressing his cock in his shorts. As she took her turn to view through the scope a particularly strong gust of wind blew her skirt up exposing her panties and her entire ass in a more explicit version of Marilyn Monroe's famous pose. Alison hastily pulled her skirt back down but not before several other tourists had had a good eyeful. 

By the time they made it back to the hotel they were both feeling tired and decided to dine at the hotel restaurant. Alison ordered a bottle of Merlot to go with the meal and poured a little for Bobby who wasn't much of a drinker but sipped it with his food. They chatted about the day and as they finished their meal Alison ordered another bottle of wine as they were both enjoying the evening so much it seemed a shame to end it.

As she relaxed Bobby couldn't help noticing she was becoming more flirty, even leaning forward allowing the front of her top to hang open giving him a view of her amazing cleavage. Eventually they decided to call it a night and headed upstairs. Alison was a little unsteady and hung onto Bobby's arm, at the same time slipping her hand in his pocket and grabbing his cock harder than before as they made their way upstairs.

When they got to their room they were having trouble finding the light switch and so decided not to bother, simply relying on the dim illumination from the street lights outside. They giggled as they bumped about in the gloom, Alison slipping off her top and skirt before helping Bobby undress. She undid his shorts slipping them down and feeling his hard cock spring up against her as she freed it. She then lifted his t-shirt over his head, having to stand on tip toe to reach, as she did so it brought her face to face with him in the dark. She could feel his breath on her mouth, his muscular athletic body and iron hard cock pressed up against her. She stood frozen in time, emotions swimming though her that she thought she would never feel again. Before she could stop herself she sought out his lips, caressing them with her own. "Oh John..." she murmured as she kissed him urgently, pressing herself against him.

'John?' Bobby thought. 'That was his dad's name, what the fuck was this?' Before he had time to question it any further he felt his mother's mouth kissing him on the lips with a passion and urgency that couldn't be less maternal. He found his hands full of her voluptuous womanly curves, not knowing what to hold first her found himself grabbing her ass and holding her against him as he returned her kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth. They stayed locked together like that for what seemed an age, Bobby was afraid to do anything to break the mood incase she changed her mind. He slowly edged them across the room until he felt the bed against his legs and eased them back onto the sheets. She came with him willingly and as they fell back onto the bed she kissed him with renewed passion running her hands over his body, feeling his athlete's muscles hard and taught under her touch before running her fingers down and grabbing his cock. She gripped it hard and ran her hand up and down the giant column of rock hard meat, if he hadn't been wearing a condom he doubted he'd have lasted more than a few minutes under her jerking, as it was he thrust his cock up into her grasp. His hands sought out her tits, grabbing them through her bra, after a few moments he felt her release him, he worried she had changed her mind, but in the gloom he could make out she was reaching behind her back to release her bra, freeing her tits to offer them to him.

He didn't need a second invitation, grabbing them and squeezed the huge handfuls of boob flesh, not caring about the pain in his wrists as he kneaded and squeezed them. She once again grabbed his cock and began jerking him, no thoughts of gentle teasing caresses now, her touch urgent and passionate. As he continued to grab her tits he heard her drawing breath and worried he was being to rough, but instead he heard her whisper "Harder, don't be gentle, do it the way I like it."

'The way she liked it?' She must mean with dad? He guiltily wondered for a moment if he should remind her he was her son but as she kissed him and he felt her beautiful womanly body against his the thought died a rapid death. He grabbed her tits with renewed gusto, squeezing as hard as his hands would allow. After a few minutes he felt her moving, he worried she was breaking the embrace but instead she was straddling him with her legs so her tits hung over his face. She was offering them to him to suck and he accepted the offer like a starving man, taking her huge tits and squeezing and feasting on them for all he was worth. He found her hard bullet nipples and sucked on them, licking them.

"Bite them!" she hissed. 

Shit! His mom really liked a little rough housing, he'd never have thought. Well he had no problem with that, he squeezed her tits as hard as his hands would allow, oblivious to the pain in his wrists, at the same time biting on her nipples. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts at him, offering, almost demanding he abuse them. She could feel his giant cock nudging her buttocks and reached back to caress it, rubbing the swollen column of meat between her cheeks, only a flimsy piece of material separating her most intimate areas from it. As she felt him squeeze and bite her breasts she ground her clit on his hard belly. 

God it would be so easy to slide down onto that giant cock she thought, he was even wearing a condom, how good it would feel to be so full again, to feel a man that deep inside her once more. 

"Oh god!!!!!" she shuddered as she felt an orgasm rip through her, grabbing Bobby's hair and pulling his head to her breast as she ground her clit against him and his giant cock bucked and lurched against her butt cheeks. Eventually she felt her orgasm subside and withdrew her breast from his mouth with a 'plop.' As she came down from her high a sick realisation spread through her, she had nearly fucked her own son! In her drunken confusion she had almost used her own boy as a substitute for her dead husband. She climbed off him and lay on the bed facing away from him.

"Mom, are you ok?"

"Yes Bobby, it's late we should get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow."

Sleep??? Fat fucking chance! He thought she was actually going to fuck him for a moment there, as it was she rubbed one out against him, and now she expected him to try to sleep with the boner from hell. Shit, what was going on here? Calling Dr Freud!

They both lay in the gloom wrapped in their own thoughts and confusions about what had almost happened and what was to come for Bobby and his beautiful mom.

Cumming in Chapter 12, Bobby's cock casting goes better than expected and his mom finds herself in a threesome with another woman. Bobby and his mom find out about Club Bacchus- the resort where anything goes!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 12



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further.

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction with the exception of Literotica.

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Chapter 12

As Alison found herself blearily coming to she felt confused, dawn light was shining in through the windows but the room was unfamiliar and she was not alone, there was an arm draped round her cupping her naked breasts, an arm that was unmistakeably male as was the erection that was pushing into her back. With a sick jolt the events of the night before came back to her. Sitting astride her son having a climax after kissing and making out with him. Was that all that had happened? She thought it was, as if that wasn't bad enough. She remembered guiltily the moment when she had actually considered putting Bobby inside her... she tried to push the memory away but all the same, she had to be sure. 

She reached behind her and gently unrolled the condom from the huge hard cock that she had nearly made love with, delicately she pulled the rubber from his cock. Bobby murmured but didn't wake, she held the sheath up so she could examine it. The teat was full of a milky liquid, Alison breathed a sigh of relief. On another man it would have looked like he had cum but she knew it was only pre cum, Bobby would have produced far more and it would be far thicker. At least that meant he hadn't had an orgasm and if he hadn't climaxed it followed that they hadn't actually had sex. 

She made her way out of bed, gently extricating herself from the hand holding her boobs before disposing of the condom in the trash. She made her way unsteadily to the bathroom and shut the door trying to clear her head. Her revulsion with herself and the effects of the wine were proving too much, her stomach was churning and her head was spinning and finally she she found herself being ill. When she'd finished she started to feel a little better and ran a shower letting the water run over her and try to wash away the confusion and guilt. When she left the shower Bobby was still asleep but had rolled onto his back so his hard on was jutting up over his belly, casting a shadow in the morning light like some obscene sundial. 

Ironically she noticed the time was getting on, they had to be at the studio first thing and she felt she needed several coffees before she would be ready to face that. She wrapped her towel round herself and shook Bobby awake by his leg, trying not to notice how the movement caused his giant cock to sway side to side as she did. 

"Uhhhhmm, what?"

"Time to get up Bobby."

"Uh, oh, right. Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night." 

It was a wonder he got any he figured, after his mom left him high any dry. She was wearing her towel and had already washed, so that wasn't a good sign he guessed, looked like she was on a guilt trip. He figured there was no point pushing things right now. 

"The shower's hot, let's get you washed and dressed and we can get some breakfast."

"Uh ok..." 

His mom put the bags on his hands and helped him into the shower, keeping her towel on and standing outside the door so she could wash him without getting wet... or naked. She chatted all the while about the arrangements for the day and whatever trivia she could think of to avoid the elephant in the room. When she came to wash his cock she directed her gaze away as she ran her soapy hands over it. WFT he thought, after she's sucked me off, tit fucked me, jerked me and nearly fucked me suddenly she's all shy? Oh well, there was no denying her hands delicately soaping his dick felt good, though right now she could have beat the shit out of it and that would have still felt good. She rinsed him off and dried him before helping him dress, delicately rolling a condom on before pushing his cock into some tight underwear. When his mom dressed she turned her back before slipping off her towel, teasing him with views of her beautiful ass and the side of her tits swaying as she put on her bra and panties before putting on a skirt and tight top.

They had breakfast across the street from the hotel, mom didn't seem keen to revisit the hotel dining room where they'd had their meal the night before, too many awkward memories he guessed. It was a pleasant diner and Bobby ordered himself a good size breakfast while mom just sipped a large black coffee from behind her dark glasses. After a couple more coffees mom had some french toast and began to look more like her old self, even managing a couple of smiles at Bobby's jokes. For his part Bobby could hardly contain his excitement, after nearly 3 days of blue balls he was finally going to get off. His only worry was whether his mom would oblige now, she seemed to be unwilling to even look at his dick let alone get him off. Oh well, hopefully she'll chill out by the time the situation arose.

They caught a cab to the studios and arrived there a little early. The studio was in a loft apartment so they took the elevator up to the top floor. Alison rang the buzzer on the door and after a few minutes it was opened by a pretty young girl with curly dark hair and a Mediterranean complexion. 

"Um hello, we have an appointment for 9am? Bobby... um Smith."

"Oh sure," the girl replied with a bronx accent. "Hi I'm Cynthia, just call me Cyn. Come in, sorry I'm really behind today. My girlfriend is sick and I'm having to do everything myself."

Bobby guessed she was in her early twenties, she was petite with a slim body and wore a tight yellow shirt with red shorts. As she turned to let them in he also noticed she had a firm looking ass and great legs. Bobby's dick gave an extra lurch at the thought this little honey would be the one doing the casting.

"Oh I see, well if there's anything I can do to help?"

"You must be, Alison?"

"Yes that's right."

Cynthia noticed the bandages on Bobby's wrists for the fist time as she closed the door behind them.

"Oh that's right, you're his... assistant, right?"

"Um, yes."

"Well, actually it would be really great if you could help get Bobby ready for the impression, especially as he's not able to do it himself. Normally Pamela, my girlfriend, takes care of all that but like I say, she's got a fever."

"Yes, alright, what would you like me to do?"

"Ok, well first off there's a razor and some foam over there by the basin. Can you just make sure he's all clean shaven down there. It makes it a lot less painful when we take the plaster off if you know what I mean."

"Oh ... um ok." Alison looked a little taken aback.

"Oh, I mean if you're ok with doing that, I just kind of assumed you guys were an item?"

"Yes that's fine."

"Great I'll start mixing up the plaster."

Without speaking Alison led Bobby over to the basin before filling it with hot water. She then undid his shorts, pulling them down before removing his underwear, his giant dick springing free. She slid the condom off and threw it away before soaping her hands and lathering his cock and balls. She seemed more relaxed now, he guessed she felt in her element, shaving patients for surgery and so on. The fact he was her son and sporting a huge boner must have seemed a little odd but other than that she proceeded in a business like way. Wetting the razor she began gently shaving around the base of his cock and his balls, gently but firmly pulling his cock and balls this way and that as she worked. There was something about the clinical dispassion of her actions that made the process even more exciting for Bobby and his cock lurched and ached more than ever,

Alison rinsed his cock and balls off and after checking her handiwork dried him with a towel. Cynthia returned from the other room mixing a large bowl of white power and water into a paste.

"Holy shit that's a dick and half!" she remarked staring at Bobby's cock. "Oh my goodness, I hope I've got enough plaster for that!"

Bobby's cock jumped at the praise and Alison found herself flushing at the other woman's admiration of her son's penis. 

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"Um well, actually there is. You see the next thing is...to get a good casting we've got to get you as hard as possible before we put the plaster on, Pam, my girlfriend, normally helps fluff the guys. She's great at getting them right to the edge without making them cum, but she's not here and seeing as his hands are in plaster, err, I guess this will be down to you as well..." Cynthia said looking at Alison questioningly.

"I see."

"I mean if you're ok with that?"

"Yes of course, I understand it's necessary." 

There was a pause while Alison flushed slightly before she took hold of Bobby's cock and began stroking it while Cynthia looked on, continuing to stir the mixture. Bobby found having an audience was proving a turn on and he thrust his giant hard on out so Cynthia could get a good look. Bobby took the opportunity to study her, it was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and he noticed her nipples were starting to look hard. He wondered what her breasts looked like, through her shirt he could tell they were small but looked perky and from the way her nipples protruded he guessed they were pretty big. She mentioned having a girlfriend.. but she seemed pretty interested in his dick too, so so he guessed maybe she swung both ways. His mom continued stroking his cock in the way only she could, delicately rolling the skin up and down over his purple glans as she tenderly tugging on his giant hard on. She was clearly embarrassed at doing this in front of another woman but Cynthia showed no signs of leaving as she watched Alison working on his iron hard cock. Her tugging on his dick was starting to have its effect and he could feel his cum beginning to rise, but it seemed Alison sensed it almost before he did and as his cock began to swell and his balls drew up she slowed her stroking making the movements caresses rather than jerking.

"Wow, looks like you know what you're doing alright. Ok, well I'd like to keep watching but I have to get the mix ready for the mould, I'll be a few more minutes so just keep jerking him but make sure he doesn't cum."

Bobby groaned to himself, more teasing? God his dick was so hard it ached and his balls felt like they weighed a ton. Still his mom seemed to be taking her duty seriously and continued lightly tugging on his cock building his excitement his balls tightening and his cock swelling as he neared his orgasm. With an uncanny sense she could bring him shuddering to the brink of a climax only to back off at the last moment leaving his cock twitching and lurching in the hope of a final release. She would then play with his balls hefting the giant gonads in her hand and feeling how heavy and full they were becoming before resuming her stroking and bringing him towards another achingly frustrating denied orgasm. After the fourth time of edging Bobby closer to his climax he thought his mom had gone too far, he felt his balls draw up and his cock begin to lurch, he considered trying to warn her but he was too far gone and felt like even if she stopped now he would cum anyway. Instead of just stopping though, his mom slid her hand down and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as she could choking off his orgasm. 

It was almost as if she was strangling his orgasm, he groaned in frustration as he felt his climax being choked off by her vice like grip around the base of his dick. If he didn't know better he'd think she was enjoying her role as fluffer / tormentor, he looked down at his cock, it was bloated and purple, the veins standing out where she was strangling it and choking off his release. As she sensed his orgasm abate she released his cock and a dribble of cum ran down his glans and onto his shaft. She smoothed the cum into his cock and began teasing it again, lightly running her fingers over the iron hard contours of his dick. 

"Wow looks like you got him pretty worked up!" 

They were both startled out of their reverie by Cynthia's return, she was carrying a tub of white liquid under one arm and a long cylinder with a strap in the other hand which she set on a bench. 

"Do you mind if I check?"

"Um no." Alison stepped back allowing Cynthia access to Bobby , she reached out and held his cock in her hand, feeling how aroused he was, before running her fingers up and down his iron hard dick.

"My god, you're hard as a rock! This is gonna go great, that's if we can fit you in the cylinder. Ok there's just one more thing I need you to do." She said addressing Alison once more. "There's a tube of lubricant over on the table, I just need you to put some on him so he doesn't stick to the plaster."

Alison fetched the tube before squeezing a little into her hand and gently rubbing it over Bobby's cock, by now the cum and precum that had drooled from him were making his dick pretty slippery anyway and with the addition of the lube his cock looked like it was made from stainless steel. While Alison had been doing this Cynthia had poured the plaster into the long cylinder she'd brought and carried it over to Bobby placing some plastic matting on the floor.

"Ok this is what I'll need you to put your dick into, it's 12" so I hope it's big enough. Um you may need to hold him Alison, he's kind of sticking up in the air at the moment." 

That was an understatement, Bobby's dick was so hard it was almost pointing and the ceiling so Alison held him by the base and, as gently as she could, bent him down so he was aimed at the cylinder which Cynthia held in front of him.

"Ok now just slide it in nice and gentle, imagine it's a virgin!" 

Alison blushed at the suggestion and felt Bobby's cock lurch in her hand at the reference, he then stepped forward and she slowly eased his cock into the cylinder as Cynthia held it. The plaster actually felt quite cool and soothing and as he slid deeper the pressure increased making it feel like he really was sliding into a pussy. The excess plaster dripped out onto the plastic matting and eventually Bobby's cock was completely encased in the plaster. 

"Ok just hold the cylinder for me."

Alison did as she was directed while Cynthia fastened the two straps around Bobby holding the mould in place. 

"Great, now we just gotta wait for the plaster to dry." 

With that Cynthia pulled her shirt over her head revealing her small perky boobs with dark erect nipples. Bobby and Alison both looked at her in astonishment as she tossed her shirt to one side. She looked back at them quizzically as they stared at her.

"Oh the shirt? I guess I should have said. It's important that you stay hard while the plaster sets so I normally take my shirt off to, you know, give the guys a little visual stimulation. You can touch them if you want, that's if you know, it's ok with you?" she looked from Bobby to Alison.

Alison didn't say anything and Bobby wasn't about to wait.

"Um, thanks." Bobby didn't think there was any chance of him going soft any time in the next decade but he wasn't about to turn down the offer to grab a pair of boobs. She had pretty small tits, maybe an A or B cup he guessed, and as he reached out to hold them it felt strange to have a pair of boobs he could easily hold in his hands. He toyed with her nipples, bigger than his mom's which he thought was ironic given the difference in the size of their breasts. They sure were a perky pair though, sit up and beg boobs as his room mate had called them, Bobby preferred to call them party hats, either way they were small but cute. 

Alison glared at Bobby and Cynthia, looking like she wanted to strangle or punch them but unable to do anything in the situation. 

"When my girlfriend's here we usually put on a show for the guys but unfortunately that's not going to happen." She noticed Alison staring at Bobby's hands on her tits and added. "That's unless you'd like to.....you know?"

"What? Um, well...I'm not sure..." Then she noticed Bobby's eyes on Cynthia's tits and a jealous anger rose in her. "Yes alright then, what would you like me to do?"

"Cool! Well take off that shirt for a start!"

Alison hesitated before lifting the shirt over her head, her boobs bulging out of her bra as she stretched and discarded the top.

"Wow, those are huge! They gotta be fake right?"

"Um no, they're not."

"You're kidding! Can I take the bra off?"

"Um ok."

Cynthia moved away from Bobby's grasp to undo Alison's bra and slip it off her shoulders, Alison stood uncertainly, displaying her breasts to another woman.

"Holy shit these are awesome! My girlfriend will be so jealous when I tell her about you, she loves big tits! Guess she really lucked out with me right???" Cynthia laughed.

"I think you have very nice... breasts."

"Oh that's sweet of you to say, but these are huge! Can I touch them?"

"Um, yes alright."

Cynthia lifted Alison's boobs in her hands and squeezed her tits together before bouncing them in her hands.

"Oh my god! They really are real, shit you were certainly blessed!"

"Um thank you."

"You two would be a real hit at Bacchus you know."

"Bacchus?"

"Yeah Club Bacchus, it's a private resort down on the Gulf of Mexico, it's clothing optional although pretty much everyone is naked the whole time. Everyone's too busy sucking and fucking to bother getting dressed. Pam and I and heading down there next month. You two would be a real hit, as would these two!" she remarked bouncing Alison's tits for emphasis.

Cynthia continued squeezing and groping Alison's boobs before putting her face between them and motor-boating her. Alison stood transfixed, unsure how to respond to the attentions of Cynthia. She had never had sex with another woman and was unsure how to react until she began sucking her nipples and she found herself responding to the caresses. As Cynthia continued to feast on Alison's breasts licking and sucking her nipples, Alison found herself moaning and began running her hands through Cynthia's hair, encouraging her to gorge herself on Alison's abundant offerings. Clearly Cynthia was getting more turned on as she eventually removed her mouth from Alison's nipple, kissing her way up the slopes of her breasts before facing her and kissing her on the lips. Alison was initially unsure how to react but as Cynthia continued squeezing her tits and snaked her tongue into her mouth she found herself instinctively returning her kisses. 

Alison had never considered herself gay or bi but there was something about the touch of another woman who new exactly how to stimulate her in ways only a woman could know that was erotic and tender at the same time. Alison felt herself growing wet and excited and reached out, running her hands over Cynthia's shoulders and down her sides before seeking out her breasts. Cynthia stopped groping Alison's tits to allow her access to her own much smaller offerings. Alison cupped the boobs in her hands, surprised and how small they felt after only having her own to compare them to. She ran her fingers over the engorged nipples before squeezing them as she knew she liked to do with her own. Cynthia gasped at the touch and pushed her boobs out inviting Alison to squeeze harder which she did before finding herself being drawn other woman's breasts, taking one nipple in her mouth and sucking while squeezing the other. Cynthia held Alison's head to her breast like a mother nursing a child and groaned at the sensations.

For his part if Bobby's pecker hadn't been encased in plaster that was rapidly hardening he guessed he would have shot his wad from watching his mom and a hot chick making out and sucking each other's tits.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 12



Alison found she could suck almost the whole of Cynthia's breasts into her mouth and could feel her responding to her lips and tongue as she sucked the sensitive nipples feasting on them as the minutes ticked by. Eventually Cynthia broke the embrace.

"Oh my goodness! Look at the time! I should have taken the mould off 5 minutes ago!" she said moving to Bobby.

"I'm so sorry I don't normally get that carried away!"

She undid the strap holding the mould in place and examined the plaster, satisfying herself it had hardened totally. She experimented with loosening it from Bobby but found it didn't budge, as she felt around more she could tell the reason was that he was still erect.

"Oh wow, you're still hard as a rock! Most guys have trouble keeping it up for half this time."

"Uh, well that was quite a show you were putting on."

"Ok well, try to think unsexy thoughts now, I need you to go soft so we can get this off."

"Uh I'll try." Bobby tried to will his hard on to go away, but he knew from experience this was easier said than done. An erection was like algebra, the more you thought about it the harder it got, and it didn't help that his mom and Cynthia were both still topless. Eventually after 5 minutes of Bobby envisaging dead dogs and grandmother's funerals Cynthia checked again only to find he was still just as hard. 3 days of pent up cum, his mom's teasing and now a topless lesbian show with another woman... he didn't think he could remember being more horny.

"It's no good, he's still hard as a rock. The only way we're going to get this off is if we break it with a hammer!" Cynthia remarked to Alison, "The mould not your dick." she added seeing the look on Bobby's face.

"Won't that damage the mould?" asked Alison.

"It'll destroy it, and I don't have time to make another one."

"There must be some way to get it off without breaking it."

"Well there is one way but it's not very nice.." Cynthia cast a worried look at Bobby.

"What is it?" prompted Alison.

"Well, normally if you squeeze the guy's balls hard enough it makes them lose their hard on."

"My balls?"

"Yeah, I mean not enough to do any harm, just enough to hurt and make you go soft."

"Well Bobby, unless you have any other ideas I don't see what else we can do."

Bobby considered the situation, if they broke the mould it would mean problems for his mom and the trip would have been a waste, and, more importantly to him, unless they could figure out a way to get his dick out of the mould he was never going to get off. He guessed his balls ached so bad now a little more discomfort was worth putting up with if he got to cum.

"Ok then."

"Alright, I'll start easy and build up, so if it gets too bad tell me to stop. We only need you to get soft enough to loosen the mould and slip it off."

Cynthia reached down and tried to hold his balls.

"Wow these are huge! I think I can only fit one in my hand."

"Do you need me to help?"

"Um, well maybe if you can hold the other one and we'll squeeze together?"

Alison stood the other side of Bobby and held his other testicle, noting how heavy and full it felt she guessed it must already be uncomfortable.

"Ok on 3, we'll start out easy and build up ok?" Alison nodded. "Ok 1, 2 3"

The women began squeezing Bobby's balls and he felt an aching sensation spreading through his groin but he still couldn't help noticing he had 2 pairs of tits to admire closeup and tried to force himself not to look, I'm supposed to be getting soft not harder he thought.

Cynthia felt the base of his cock and there was no change.

"Ok, harder now."

The women increased the pressure and Bobby felt the aching increase to a more powerful sensation, he tried to ignore the 2 beautiful women standing next to him and the fact they had his balls in their hands and focus on the pain but his cock throbbed just as hard. After a minute or so Cynthia indicated to Alison to increase the pressure further and the ache escalated to a searing pain that burned through his groin and belly. Surprisingly it was the testicle his mom was holding that hurt the most, she really seemed to be going to town on his ball.

"Ok he's softened a little I think, squeeze as hard as you can and I think we may be able to get it off."

The searing pain exploded through his lower belly as both women squeezed his huge balls for all they were worth and Bobby couldn't help crying out. Then he felt the mould being pulled off his dick and as quickly as it started the pain abated.

"There, it's off! I'm sorry Bobby, I hope your balls don't hurt too bad, I've never known a guy who could keep it hard so long while 2 girls are crushing his nuts. It's pretty impressive."

As the pain in his balls reverted to an ache his semi hard on began to return to a full hard on. 

"And that it pretty impressive too." Cynthia remarked as his cock began to raise itself up to a 45º angle and harden.

"Here let me go and put the mould out to dry, can you wash him off in the basin please Alison?"

"Yes of course." 

Alison filled the basin with warm water again and soaped her hands before washing the plaster and lubricant off Bobby's cock. 

"Well you certainly seem to have made an impression, quite literally!" remarked Alison as she gently washed his cock and balls before drying them. Bobby wasn't sure what to make of her remark but didn't have time to consider it before Cynthia returned.

"The mould looks great, I think we'll get a really good replica out of this. How are your balls now?"

"Um, ok thanks, they just ache a little."

"Uh huh, they felt pretty full I guess you could do with a little relief after all that?" she remarked looking at Bobby's cock which lurched and jumped, providing all the response that was needed.

"Um.. well yeah..."

"Well, I don't fuck guys but I could give you a blowjob if you want?" before looking at Alison and adding "That's if you don't mind... I mean we could both, you know, if that's cool with you guys?"

The thought of sharing Bobby's cock with another woman wasn't something Alison liked but she was unable to think of any excuse and after denying Bobby any relief for 3 days it hardly seemed fair to deny him any longer, so she simply nodded. 

"Cool!" 

With that Cynthia dropped to her knees in front of Bobby and held his cock, stroking it so the skin rolled up and down before snaking her tongue out and running it around the purple head. Alison stood transfixed as she watched the other woman licking around his cock before opening her mouth and taking the bloated head and several inches of the shaft into her mouth. As the Cynthia's cheeks hollowed with the suction and her pretty face bobbed up and down on his cock Alison was torn, on the one hand she wanted her normal life back, for Bobby to be her son again but on the other she felt a jealous rage at seeing his huge cock in this girl's mouth and the look of bliss on his face as he watched her sucking. 

After 3 days of waiting Bobby was in seventh heaven knowing he was going to get off and the fact he was going to get a double blowjob into the bargain made it seem like Christmas times ten. Cynthia technique was not as subtle as his mom's, she sucked harder and her movements were more urgent, but for a lesbian she gave a pretty amazing blowjob. She removed her mouth from his cock and stroked it.

"Aren't you going to join in? There's plenty to go round!" she said waving Bobby's cock at Alison. Alison was jolted out of her daze, she would show this girl who could suck her son's cock! She sank to her knees next to Cynthia who took Bobby's balls in her hands and released his cock for Alison.

"Let me kiss these poor balls better while you suck his cock."

Cynthia began delicately kissing his aching balls while Alison began sensuously licking his cock before slurping it into her mouth. His mom's mouth felt incredibly different to Cynthia's as she teased, sucked and worshiped his cock in ways only she seemed to know how. It was as if she was trying to put on a show and out do Cynthia. After a little while Cynthia released his balls and Alison felt the other girl next to her, reluctantly she released his cock and no sooner had she done so that Cynthia engulfed it in her mouth and began slurping and sucking it for all she was worth. 

Alison couldn't deny how sexy she looked as she inhaled Bobby's cock, her pretty Mediterranean looks and sensuous lips contrasted with the obscene slab of cock meat that was literally in her face. Alison reached out and cupped the girl's boobs, squeezing them as she sucked her son's huge cock, taking some satisfaction in the knowledge that her own were so much bigger and to her son's liking. 

They passed Bobby's cock back and forth taking it in turns to suck and worship his huge dick, each trying to out do the other. Cynthia then held Bobby's cock and looking at Alison licked the head, at first Alison was confused but then got the idea she wanted to share the cock with her, so Alison lent forward and both women bathed his dick with their tongues which writhed and danced over his bloated purple head and shaft like a nest of snakes. 

Bobby's balls were aching now partly from their abuse but mainly from his need to cum, and as the women began once again passing his cock back and forth like some delicacy they were sharing in a restaurant he could feel his cum begin to boil. 

Cynthia noticed his balls drawing up under his cock.

"Are you getting close to cumming?"

"Uh huh."

"I don't normally let guys cum in my mouth, but in your case I think I might have to make an exception." she said rubbing his balls.

Alison felt a stab of jealousy as she slurped on Bobby's cock, another woman tasting his seed, swallowing it? Reluctantly she surrendered it to Cynthia for her turn and watched as she began bobbing her head on it while playing with his balls. Bobby knew this was a moment he would want to remember so he fought to hold back his cum and preserve it for as long as he could, Cynthia was working his dick hard but he managed to hold back long enough for his mother to take another turn.

"Wow, this is like pass the parcel! I wonder which one of us is going to get the prize?" Cynthia remarked looking up at him as Alison began working on his dick. His mom's pace was slower and more subtle but her sensuous touch was just as exciting. Bobby began to feel his balls churn and knew his cum was rising but just managed to hold back as Alison released his cock. Cynthia was on it straight away, not giving him a chance to recover and as she sucked hard on his cock, teasing the head with her tongue Bobby felt his sperm begin to rise and his cock pulse.

"Uhhhhhh.... cuummming!'

As Bobby's cock lurched in her mouth her eye's flew open as the first blast of cum flooded her mouth, followed by another and another. Unprepared for the quantity of cum and feeling herself about to choke she released Bobby's cock, a blast of cum splattering across her face and hair before Alison engulfed it as it continued to spew it's load into her mouth. Bobby thought he would never stop shooting as 3 days of cum emptied itself from his balls but his mom took every drop gulping it down to make room for more. Eventually the flow stopped and Alison removed her mouth from his cock looking first at Bobby who was lost in a daze of ecstasy and then at Cynthia, who's cheeks still bulged with cum. Alison looked her in the eye, opened her mouth to show her the load she still had then gulped it down, retaining a little so she could savour the taste. Cynthia rose to the challenge and swallowed her own load in 2 gulps. 

"Holy shit that was a lot!"

She then kissed Alison on the mouth, the two women exchanging a sperm flavoured kiss, as Alison shared the last of Bobby's cum with her and the two women rolled the cum on their tongues. Bobby looked down at the two women and his cock lurched in salute, Alison caught the movement and broke the kiss to wrap her lips round Bobby's cock giving his a dick a last suck before passing it to Cynthia who wrapped her lips round it before releasing it so she and Alison could resume their kisses with Bobby's cock head joining in the make out session. 

In Chapter 13, Bobby and Alison join the Mile High Club, Bobby's replica proves a bigger success than expected and mother and son decide to take a holiday.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 13



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further.

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Chapter 13

After they finished at the studio they headed into the city to grab some lunch. Alison was subdued and picked at her food while Bobby woofed his down, he thought about quipping that she had already had one big meal at the studio but he guessed she wasn't in the mood right now. His mom had some wine with her meal and seemed to relax a little before they headed off to do some more shopping and sight seeing. They caught the ferry out to Stattin Island and Bobby couldn't help admiring her, the wind blew her clothes against her body showing her beautiful curves. He could feel his cock swell in the confines of his underwear and wished her hand was holding it but was content to enjoy her company.

Eventually they it was time to leave and they collected their bags from the hotel and headed to the airport, Bobby was a little disappointed they didn't have time at the hotel for some more fun but Alison clearly wasn't in the mood for anything right now. During the taxi ride to the airport she remained quiet and barely spoke during the journey. As they were in plenty of time for their flight after they checked in they went to a restaurant at the airport where Alison ordered some food and a few drinks for herself. 

Bobby attempted to get his mom to lighten up and make conversation but she clearly wasn't interested. What the hell was her problem? Every time she seemed to loosen up for a while she turned into an iceberg the next day. She practically jumped his bones at the hotel and then got it on with another girl, gave him a 3 way BJ and now she was barely talking to him and acting like he was a stranger?

When Alison ordered another drink Bobby decided to join her. He was getting pretty tired of this hot and cold routine his mom seemed to pull and figured if she was going to drown her sorrows he might as well join her. She looked a little surprised when Bobby asked for a beer but didn't say anything. Eventually their flight was called and they walked to the gate, boarding the A320 for the late night flight home. 

Once they were in the air Alison ordered herself another drink and Bobby once again joined her, she gave him a look as Bobby hardly ever drank but didn't say anything and continued to remain distant, glancing at a magazine while Bobby looked out of the window. Bobby swigged his drink, feeling the alcohol and the effects of the altitude making him light headed. He glanced over at his mom, noticing her blouse had come open at the top 2 buttons displaying some cleavage. He found his dick growing as he remembered what her tits had felt like when they had been in his face the night before, and seeing Cynthia squeezing and playing with them earlier today. He'd really thought for a moment she was going to fuck him last night. Then today, for her to be kissing and making out with another girl, sharing his cum with her after both sucking him off, it had been a hot weekend, and now it was like sitting next to an iceberg!

Eventually he decided he'd had enough, he was going to talk about this whether she wanted to or not. He downed the rest of his beer and turned to her.

"Mom, I mean Alison, why are you being like this?"

"I'm just tired Bobby, it's been a long weekend."

"That's not what I mean, you've hardly spoken to me all day. It's like I've done something wrong and I don't know what."

"Bobby, I've had a lot to think about. We can talk about this when we get home."

"I want to talk about it now."

"Not here Bobby." She looked around nervously at the other passengers.

"Why not, no one can hear? I'm sick of this! You just ignore me all day like this and won't tell me why. I want to talk about it now."

She looked about, and could see that none of the other passengers seemed to be paying them any attention. The A320 airliner was barely half full and everyone else was either getting some sleep or chatting between themselves. 

"Come on, what is wrong? Why are you acting like this? We were supposed to be having a nice weekend together and you won't speak to me or even look at me?"

"Well you seemed more interested in looking at Cynthia today so I'm surprised you noticed!" Alison blurted out, startling herself with the response.

"Cynthia? Is that what this is about? You seemed pretty interested in her yourself Alison!" he retorted sharply.

"I was interested??? That was supposed to be for your benefit if you recall!"

"My benefit!!??" Bobby could feel himself getting really steamed. "This whole weekend was for your benefit if you recall! Because you needed my... 'help' for your project. I didn't exactly enjoy having blue balls for 3 days, then having my nuts crushed all so you can get a replica for your project."

"Bobby keep your voice down, people will hear..." Alison was startled by his outburst, she'd never seen Bobby like this, standing up to her like an adult.

"One minute you're happy to use me for your job and the next you're treating me like dirt! If I've done something wrong I deserve to know what it is."

She was silent for a moment and Bobby sensed she was struggling not to cry.

"I'm sorry Bobby, you haven't done anything wrong. You're right, you were helping me and I had no right to ask you to, just like I had no right be jealous about Cynthia and no right to do the other things I did. Bobby, I worry where all this will end, and it must end. You were my little boy, I raised you from a baby, and now.. now I don't know what has happened."

"I'm not a little baby anymore, Alison. I can take care of myself, and I can take care of you as well if you let me." He was aware of the double meaning of his words but she didn't seem to pick up on it. "You've not done anything I didn't agree to, we're both adults, so stop beating yourself up."

"But Bobby I'm not just an adult I'm your..."she stopped herself and looked about nervously. "Seeing you with Cynthia today, well yes I did feel jealous but I'd no right to. You should have girlfriends your own age and have your experiences with them, after all you clearly found her attractive."

"Attractive? What do you mean?"

"Well you were obviously... aroused by her and... well.. you....finished... in her mouth."

He leant closer and spoke softly into her ear.

"If I was aroused it's because I had you teasing me for 3 days with your sexy body, and if I came in her mouth it was only because you took me past the point of no return with your sexy mouth. Trust me, mom, there is no comparison between you and Cynthia. She was pretty but comparing her with you is like comparing.... Lambrusco and Champagne."

"Bobby..." she blushed.

"And when it comes to skills, Cynthia was like an amateur compared to you."

"Bobby stop..." Alison looked around nervously in embarrassment

"It's true. Cynthia's not here now is she?" 

"No."

"Well why don't you check out how aroused I am now?" he whispered.

She checked once more to see that no one was looking before reaching across to his lap, finding his iron hard cock throbbing in the confines of his pants. 

"I'm so hard right now I feel like my dick is going to break in two."

"Bobby!" she admonished him but continued to run her fingers over his hard cock.

"And it's not Cynthia that's making it like this, it's you." he whispered. "Can you feel how... aroused I am?"

He surprised himself at his directness, a few drinks at altitude and his anger had emboldened him more than he expected.

His mother continued to squeeze and rub his cock through his pants.

"Yes, I can."

"Well, why don't you put some of those skills of yours to use because I could sure do with them right now."

"Bobby are you crazy? We're on a plane. Do you want to get arrested?" she hissed.

"Well, what if I need the bathroom, I can't exactly go on my own can I?" he said holding up his bandaged wrists.

"We can't, people will see."

"Why not, if I needed to pee you'd take me."

"But you don't need to... urinate."

"Well I do feel like I've got something that needs releasing down there. So why don't you help me with that? C'mon everyone's asleep, and people sneak off to the bathroom all the time on flights. You've heard of the mile high club haven't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Well, we've got a valid excuse so what's the problem. You said you were going to make all this up to me after the casting and so far today you've hardly spoken to me let alone..."

"Alright. Yes ok then. God, I can't believe I'm letting you talk me into this."

She looked around, 2 of the flight attendants were chatting in the galley at the rear and the others were seated, all the passengers seemed asleep or engrossed in their movies or magazines. Alison stepped out into the aisle and Bobby followed her as she made her way towards the bathroom at the back of the plane. One of the flight attendants caught her eye as she approached and broke of her conversation to smile at Alison.

"Hi. My um, partner needs the bathroom and I have to help him because of his wrists." Alison explained nervously.

"Sure go ahead." 

Alison held the door open and Bobby noticed the 2 attendants exchanging a conspiratorial smile, clearly not convinced by Alison's explanation. He entered the bathroom first and Alison followed him into the confined space closing the door behind her. He turned to face her as they stood almost nose to nose, they looked into one another's eyes for a moment and he was struck once again by how beautiful she was. He spent so much time lusting after her body he forgot how pretty she was, her face almost unchanged from that of the 20 something girl he remembered as his mom growing up, only the lines of sadness around her eyes giving away the intervening years. Before he knew what he was doing he leant forward and kissed her on the mouth, her lips warm and moist under his. 

"MMMmmmm, Obby No" she mumbled but he wasn't about to be denied and as he kissed her he felt her lips part slightly and let his tongue explore her mouth. She continued to weakly struggle and protest as Bobby grabbed her tits through her blouse, the strength in his hands almost completely recovered now as he roughly grabbed the huge melons. He could feel her resistance beginning to crumble and he pulled the buttons on her blouse open until he could reach in to grab her breasts, roughly squeezing them through her bra. After last night in the hotel he knew how she liked to be touched so he didn't bother to be gentle as he pulled her breasts from her bra and grabbed them, kneading her huge boobs before finding the nipples and pinching them. 

She might be protesting but her body belied her arousal, her nipples were like two bullets as he found first one them the other, pinching and twisting them and feeling Alison tense and moan under the stimulation. He squeezed her boobs together kissing down her neck before feasting on her huge breasts, sucking the nipples and as much of the breast into his mouth as he could, then squeezing her tits hard and biting the nipples. Sure enough that brought the biggest reaction and he felt her hands in his hair, pulling him to her breasts and he hungrily fed on them. 

"Oh yesssssssss..." she hissed, "harder".

He obliged squeezing and sucking for all he was worth until she finally pushed him away. At first he thought she was calling a halt but then she reached for his belt and undid it before pulling his pants down, his cock was so hard the tightie whities she'd bought him looked like a tent as she manoeuvred him round so she could sit on the seat while he stood in front of her. She pulled his underwear down, his cock springing up and hitting her chin she was so close. She took hold of the giant column of meat in one hand and played with his huge balls in the other as she looked up at him. His dick was so close it almost obscured her vision as she saw her beautiful boy staring breathlessly down at her, she loved him but she couldn't deny the excitement she felt at his huge cock and how hard it was. As she stroked it she took a moment to admire it, the shaft was so thick she could barely get her fingers round it, the skin felt silky soft as she gently ran her hand up and down the rock hard column. She drew the skin all the way back and admired the swollen purple bulb, the skin stretched so taut it was shiny. She noticed pre cum dribbling from the tip and licked it up, savouring the familiar tangy taste before kissing around his cock, worshiping it with her mouth before taking the big dome of his cock between her lips and drawing him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she drew his cock head and several inches of his shaft between her lips. He closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations she was giving him, he hadn't been lying when he told her she was in a different league to Cynthia, or any other girl who had sucked his cock for that matter. She didn't just suck it, she made love to it with her mouth, swirling her tongue round the head, varying between, long deep strokes and kissing and teasing the head. She didn't act like it was something she did just to please him, rather like she was doing it for her own pleasure. 

Bobby didn't know the truth that Alison really did love it, she wasn't known as the headlight queen at college for nothing and much as she loved her son, she didn't think she'd ever seen such a beautiful cock as the one in her mouth now. Having it to herself to tease and pleasure, knowing all the time she was in control of his orgasm and could decide when and if he came was a thrill she loved. At high school she would often tease her boyfriends for whole evenings, getting them close and backing off, all the time building the pleasure. A few of them got pissed off but they all knew it was worth the wait because in the end she would give them an orgasm that made them think their balls had turned inside out, and would always swallow every drop. When she met John, Bobby's dad, she'd found her perfect match, someone who loved being teased as much as she loved to tease, and a guy who had the biggest dick she'd ever seen, until her son's she realised with a sick jolt. She could feel herself growing excited and couldn't help reaching down between her legs to rub her clit as she continued to slurp on Bobby's giant dick. She moaned as she sucked him and no longer cared if he knew she was turned on by it. 

He noticed her arousal and reached down to cup one of huge melons before pinching the nipple, she moaned louder this time, her lips around his cock muffling the sound. The vibrations from her voice added an extra layer of pleasure to the nirvana he was already in so he pinched her nipple harder and felt her respond moaning again as she in turn rubbed her clit harder feeling her orgasm shudder through her. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" she moaned around his cock as she sucked on it in the throws of her passion. 

Shit, she's cumming while she sucks my cock, the thought was too much for Bobby and his dick lurched in her mouth before erupting a geyser of thick cum between her lips. She was so lost in her own pleasure that some of his thick seed escaped her lips and dribbled onto her boobs as she gulped the rest down. As her orgasm subsided she released his cock, a strand of cum still connecting it to her lips as it continued to pulse and buck, a few stray dribbles of cum trickling out. He looked down at her, her eyes closed as she came down from her own orgasm, cum dribbling from her chin and running down onto her huge boobs that still hung out of her bra. She regained her composure and opened her eyes looking up at Bobby, or rather the huge cock that filled her vision.

"Oh Bobby!"

He didn't say anything but as he looked at her his cock lurched and a dollop of cum drooled from the head, she gently reached out steadying the bucking monster and licked the final few dribbles of cum off it before looking down at herself.

"Oh Bobby, I'm covered!" she took some paper towels and cleaned the cum off her boobs and chin before checking herself in the mirror. She replaced her breasts back in her bra and re-buttoned her blouse before repairing her lipstick. When she was satisfied she looked respectable she helped bobby dress, tucking his semi hard cock into his underwear before opening the door. The flight attendant she'd chatted to was alone in the galley putting some coffee on as Alison passed.

"Um, may I get a gin and tonic please?" she figured she ought to have something to get rid of the sperm breath, and needed something to calm her nerves after the way Bobby had pushed her buttons.

"Yes of course!" The attendant glanced at Alison's blouse and gave her a conspiratorial grin. Alison glanced at her blouse as she returned to her seat and was mortified to see a dribble of cum on it. She took a napkin from her purse and dabbed at it although the stewardess had clearly already seen it. 

The rest of the journey passed off without incident and arrived home late hitting their respective beds as soon as they got in. The following day Alison was due to be back at work and although she was a little more subdued than normal she found time to share the shower with Bobby and give him a soapy hand job before she left for work. She warned him she would be late home and he was happy to loaf around the house reflecting on the events of the past few days. His mom nearly fucking him, having a threesome and then giving him a blowjob at 30,000 feet while she frigged herself off, all in all it had been quite a weekend. His cock grew hard as he remembered the vision of his mom last night cum dribbling from her mouth as she came. He remembered the feel of her body and her lips as she'd passionately kissed him at the hotel, straddling him, her big tits swinging in his face and his cock was rubbing between her butt cheeks. 

He reached down and found that his hand, although restricted by the bandages, was able to get a decent grip round his cock. Although a little uncomfortable he found he could stroke himself. He rubbed his dick, and as he did reflected that good as it was to be able to jerk off again it was better to wait till his mom got home and have her do it for him. Now his pain meds were reduced he slept less which left him more time to surf the net and prowl the house. He found his usual stash of porn and watched selections of big breasted actresses while he stroked his cock, all the time imagining his beautiful mom. What had she said on the plane? 

'I worry where all this will end, and it must end.'

What the hell did she mean? How could she expect this to end? It might have been to help him out when she started but she had got herself off twice now with him and that wasn't for his benefit. Then he was struck by an idea, he padded his way to him mom's room and looked around, sure enough she had left her clothes including her underwear in her room from last night. They had got in so late she had obviously just left them where they lay. He picked up the lacy bra, sure enough a 32G, shit, then he noticed her panties. They matched the bra and were lacy high cut ones, he checked inside and sure enough there was a stain where she had had obviously got wet. He couldn't help himself, he delicately sniffed the material savouring the tangy aroma. 

Shit his mom's pussy had been there just hours before and had been wet, for him! How could she say it would end? He stroked his cock as he sniffed the delicate lacy material, he could so easily shoot his load right now, all over her bedroom floor but he restrained himself. His dick was dribbling precum and he took her panties and used them to wipe the clear liquid off his cock head, adding to the stains from his mom's pussy juice. There was something so erotic about combining the juices that he almost shot his wad. He gripped his cock hard around the base to choke off his orgasm, releasing it so a dribble of cum plopped out of the head and onto his mom's panties. He guessed he might get away with that much but certainly not shooting his whole load into them, there was no way she could avoid noticing that much cum. He wiped his cock clean rubbing the cum into her panties and put them back where he'd found them. Part of him hoped she wouldn't notice but part of him hoped she would, after all she knew what his cum tasted like, she'd swallowed enough of it by now, maybe it was time she let him have a taste of her?




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 13



He paced around restlessly waiting till she was home, refraining from cumming but building the anticipation till she arrived. Finally he heard her come home and waited as she padded up the stairs, he greeted her on the landing with a smile and a hard on.

"Oh Bobby, I've had such a busy day I'm bushed! I see you've recovered though."

"Sorry to hear that mom, still you're home and you can relax now." And take care of this for me.

"Actually I've still got some more work to do, I just had to get home so I brought the laptop with me."

"Oh..." 

Shit! All work for Alison meant no play for Bobby, he thought, then he saw how tired she looked and felt a twinge of guilt for being so selfish. 

"Hey, how about I pour you a glass of wine and cook you dinner while you finish your work?"

"Oh Bobby, that sounds really good. Are you sure you can manage?"

"Yeah my hands are almost back to normal now." Damn he didn't mean to tell her that.

"Thank you Bobby, I'll just hop in the shower. I have missed you today." She walked towards him and reaching out, tenderly stroked his cheek.

"I see you've missed me too!" she smiled, letting her hand drop to his cock and stroking it. Bobby groaned, and she continued to gently tease his dick for a few minutes before releasing him. 

"Why don't you start dinner and I'll be down in a few minutes."

Bobby reluctantly trudged off but couldn't blame her, after all she couldn't have had much rest the last few days and was working so hard waiting a little longer for his fun was not much of a price. Bobby's culinary skills usually extended to remembering the Pizza company's number but he decided tonight he would make an effort. He gingerly popped a saucepan of water on the stove, careful not to strain his wrists and added some pasta before taking some meat out of the chiller and putting it in another pan. He took a bottle of wine out and with a little effort managed to uncork it before pouring two glasses and placing one on the dining room table ready for his mom when she came down. He didn't have to wait long as he soon heard the shower click off upstairs and shortly after his mom padded downstairs, wearing only her lacy red panties. His cock had deflated slightly while he was in the kitchen but it returned to full hard on with a vengeance as he admired her beautiful body. Fuck, it didn't matter how many times he saw her she took his breath away every time.

"Oh Bobby how sweet, thank you." She said seeing the glass of wine and food on the stove.

"I aim to please!"

"You'll make some girl very happy one day."

"You're the only girl I care about making happy tonight."

"Well aren't you the gallant knight!" she picked her wine up and sipped it, "Although you might scare off some damsel in distress with that lance!" she smiled.

"Well you are quite an eyeful mom. It's not every guy who has a glamour model to cook for."

"Bobby!" she said blushing, "Well, this 'glamour model' has to finish doing some work."

With that she sat at the table unpacked her lap top and sipped her wine while it booted up. He couldn't help thinking how sexy she looked, sitting naked while looking serious and sifting through her papers while tapping on the keyboard on her computer, she was like some playboy bunny secretary. He checked the food on the stove and then approached her while she worked, her big tits looked beautiful in the cold light of the laptop screen and he thought about cupping them but he guessed she wouldn't appreciate it right now so he contented himself with admiring her. As she worked an email notification popped up in the corner of the screen and, seeing who it was from, Alison opened it.

"I've just had an email from the studio about your casting."

"Oh yeah, what did they say?"

"Dear Alison and Bobby, hope you had a safe journey home. Just to let you know the cast came out great, it looks amazing! It's looks so good I've called it the....um"

"The what?"

"The erm, 'Penis de Milo'"

Bobby cracked up. "That's fucking awesome!"

"Bobby watch your language!"

"Sorry mom, but all the same, 'Penis de Milo!' It's got a ring about it don't you think. Bet you never thought you had a son with a work of art between his legs!" he waved his hard on at her.

"Bobby stop it!"

"What else does she say?"

"Oh um, 'I hope you don't mind but my girlfriend and I decided to make some.... um dildo's out of the cast. They came out great and we... um ' perhaps I should read the rest of this later."

"Why, I want to know what they say. After all it's me they're talking about right?"

"I suppose so..." she took a big draught from her wine and continued, " 'They came out great and we... came great from using them. Alison you are so lucky to...' Bobby I'm not reading the rest of this."

"C'mon mom, I want to know. I went to New York for the casting, I want to know how it turned out."

"Well this part really isn't relevant."

"What does it say?" He moved closer so he could see the screen, his cock harder than ever and now inches from her face.

"Bobby, be careful with that!"

"Sorry mom." He scanned the screen picking up where she left off. "Alison you are so lucky to have that big cock to satisfy you every night, it must feel amazing in your pussy." His dick lurched as he read the phrase. "I came twice from the dildo so I can only imagine how good the real thing feels. Anyway I'm showing it to a couple of companies I know and they might be interested in manufacturing it which could pay some pretty big dollars to you and Bobby.'"

"Yes well, you've read it now." 

He could see his mom's cheeks were flushed.

"Wait there's more. 'I'll let you know in a couple of days, in the mean time enjoy that big dick filling you up! Love Cynthia XXX'"

"Alright, well that's all." Alison closed the email and went back to her work.

"Wow so we could make some money from this as well? It just get's better." 

"Yes, well, we'll see. Now let me finish my work and you'd better check the food."

He decided against mentioning the references to him fucking her, it was obvious she was very uncomfortable but it was equally obvious from her behaviour at the hotel that she was tempted as well. He checked on the food and poured her another glass of wine while she continued catching up. Eventually she finished her work and they ate before settling down on the couch. She was obviously exhausted but still took his cock and gently stroked it as only she could while they watched TV. After his day of self denial he knew he wouldn't be able to take too much but her stroking was gentle and tender and she guided him slowly to orgasm, eventually he felt his balls tighten and knew his cum was rising. She slowed her pace to keep him on the brink and paused to drain the last of her wine. At first he was confused, why the hell was she stopping to drink wine, but then she held the glass next to his cock and began stroking again, pulling his cock at an angle towards her so he was aimed at her glass. It didn't take more than a few moments before his cock swelled and pulsed, spewing cum into the glass, his thick sperm splattered the sides of the glass before running down and pooling in the bottom. He spurted and spurted, a huge seemingly endless stream of cum blasting into the glass until he finally reduced to a trickle. She wiped the last few dribbles up with the rim of the glass and before examining the pool of cum in the bottom.

"I'm amazed you don't get de-hydrated after producing all of this."

"What can I say, I'm a healthy young man."

"Hmmm... well I'm a tired old lady who's going to turn in. Good night Bobby."

Old lady my ass he thought as he watched her sashay off up the stairs in her panties, her big tits jogging and her ass wobbling. Most teenagers would give their eye teeth for a figure like his mom's. She was still carrying the glass of cum as she left, he guessed to wash it out in the basin. 

Alison walked to her room and examined the glass more closely, the spurts of thick cum that had splattered the inside of the glass were trickling down into the bottom where there was a big puddle of thick creamy cum. She inhaled the aroma, feeling herself becoming aroused at the masculine smell of his cum. She ran her finger round the inside and scooped up some before licking it off her finger and savouring the tangy flavour. At school some of her friends had swallowed but it was usually to please the guy or avoid getting cum on their clothes, Alison had done it because it turned her on having a guy pump her mouth full of his cum. It was like the reward for doing a good job of sucking, the ultimate proof of her skill and control. Something about the fact that Bobby's cum made it seem so wrong but as she rolled the thick tangy substance over her tongue she could feel herself becoming more moist and aroused. Finally she raised the glass and allowed the contents to slide into her mouth. As she felt the thick liquid slide across her tongue she slid her hand down the front of her panties and rubbed her clit, within a few moments her orgasm flooded through her and she allowed the heavy mouthful to slide down her throat. As she came down from her climax with the taste of Bobby's cum still strong in her mouth she felt guilt, guilt that she had allowed things to progress so far, that she was using him for her own gratification and that she hadn't put a stop to it. Still, in a few weeks she knew he would be back at college and meeting lots of girls, by the time she saw him again all of this would seem like a dream, a crazy summer of something they must never repeat. 

A few days later Bobby was due for another hospital appointment, Dr Delvin was a jovial looking bald guy in his 50's with glasses. He entered the room carrying a folder a and a coffee. 

"Well, hello Bobby. Good to see you.!" he boomed. "Alison." He smiled at her in a way that suggested he would have added something else if Bobby wasn't here.

He set his coffee down and put some x-rays up on the screen. 

"Well, it's good news all the way. As you can see the breaks have almost completely healed, everything is just the way we would hope. Your mother has really been taking great care of you."

"Yes sir, she certainly has!" Bobby responded with a smile. Alison gave him a sharp look but didn't say anything and Dr Delvin carried on oblivious.

"Excellent! Well, there doesn't seem much point keeping the casts on any longer. In fact, I think they can come off today, and you should be able to start using your hands as normal. Avoid any rough activities, football and so on, for the next month just to prevent any damage, but apart from that you're good to go."

With his casts off Bobby felt strangely free once again and offered to drive home. His mom seemed a little quiet and thoughtful and Bobby wondered what was going on with her. 

"Bobby I'm not in the mood to cook dinner tonight why don't we swing into Applebee's and I'll buy us dinner?"

"Sure mom." 

It was happy hour when they arrived so Alison decided to order a cocktail, since Bobby was driving he stuck to Coke but was happy to see him mom loosen up a little and relax as she sipped her Old Fashioned. After they finished their meal and got home Alison made her way to the couch to and sat down. Darn it, he was hoping she was going straight to her room to strip off, Bobby felt deprived having to watch his mom with her charms covered up all day.

"Bobby come and sit here will you?"

Something about her tone didn't sound encouraging, he figured the fact that they were both clothed and she was looking serious meant some Mom TLC was not likely to be forthcoming, he sat next to her and waited for her to speak. 

"Bobby, you know that what has been going on between us, these last few weeks..."

"Yes mom." Like he could forget?? Seeing her naked every day and having her give him the best hand jobs and blowjobs in his life was hardly something that was likely to slip his mind.

"Bobby, I... well, I don't regret it, and you've done nothing wrong, but, well.. you know that all this can't go on forever don't you?"

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean your wrists are healed now, you can take care of yourself, drive the car, start leading a normal life again."

"I don't get it, what has that got to do with... well, you know?"

"It has everything to do with it Bobby. You start college in a few weeks, you'll be making new friends, meeting lots of girls, having a new life. The sort of life you should be having at 18."

It was true he was starting college although he hadn't really given it much thought, most of his thinking had been done by Bobby Junior lately and his dick was unlikely to pass a Master's Degree. 

"But I'll be home in the holidays, and you could come and visit."

"Visit? Bobby, how could you explain me coming and staying in your dorm room?"

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it."

"I think there's a lot of things you're not considering. You should be having fun with friends your own age, dating girls.."

"Girls, why do I need to..."

"Bobby, one day you will want to settle down, have a family, have a future, things I can't ever give you. What has happened between us, sometimes I think it's been a summer of madness, but you must know it couldn't last forever. You have your life ahead of you and that can't be with me."

"But I thought you loved me, and we, I, I mean..." 

Shit, this was not the way he saw this going down. He figured he was going to be the new man in his mom's life, and now she was what.. dumping him? 

"I do love you bobby, more than anything, that's why this has to stop."

"But if you love me why are we breaking up?"

"Breaking up? Bobby, I'm your mother! I want a future for you, the best future you can have. I want happiness and a life that you can't have here with me. You must understand that surely?"

"All I know is I love you and there's no other girl out there who will ever compare to you."

"Bobby you are so sweet, and you will always be my little man, well my man, I suppose I can't call you little any more... I mean, oh dear..."

He could see her getting flushed and embarrassed at the double entendres she was making.

"So that's it? We just have to pretend nothing happened?"

"No of course not Bobby. Look I said things have to stop, but I didn't say right away. You still have a few weeks till you start college and I have some leave left to take so I thought, well, perhaps we could take a holiday together, if you'd like?"

"Together, as in mom and son?"

"Well, not exactly. Do you remember that resort that Cynthia mentioned?"

"Errr, Club Bacchus?"

"Yes that's it. Well I had a look at their website and I thought, perhaps we could go, that's if you want to?"

"So this place is for swingers?"

"It's um, clothing optional and guests are guaranteed discretion."

"So we could still, like, do stuff..."

"Yes Bobby we could, still well, 'do stuff' as you put it, within limits."

"Limits?"

"Yes limits. Bobby we can have 2 more weeks to be with one another, as we have been, providing you don't ask me to... well as long as you understand that we can never... have intercourse."

"You mean we can do whatever but just no fuc... I mean, like we can't um screw?"

"That's what I mean."

Bobby considered his options and figured right now he didn't have many. The thought of never getting to see his mom naked again or have her give him another blowjob wasn't something he wanted to consider, but the chance of 2 weeks of naked fun certainly wasn't something he was going to turn down. He guessed he would deal with college and whatever else when he got to it, right now 2 weeks of his naked mom doing everything short of fucking was a good prospect.

"Sure, ok. I mean I'm still pretty bummed out about the first part, but yeah I'd still love to have a vacation with you."

"Good I'm glad. I'd already booked the time off work so we could have the time together and we can book our flights tonight."

She smiled at him and held up her wine glass to toast the trip, he chinked glasses with her and smiled back. Club Bacchus here we come!



More to cum in chapter 14 as things between Alison and Bobby progress at Club Bacchus!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 14



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further.

The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction with the exception of Literotica.

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Chapter 14

The next few days passed in a daze as Bobby and Alison prepared for their holiday, his mom seemed to have decided to hang up her misgivings for now and was happy and carefree as they packed and got their shopping. They had an added boost when they received an email from Cynthia informing them she had a manufacturer who was interested in producing Bobby's mould as a sex toy, they'd even decided to use the name 'Penis de Milo'. The company agreed to pay an advance so with her new salary as the Manager of the Clinic and the payment for Bobby's mould Alison decided to book first class tickets and the best suite at the hotel. If this was going to be the last time she and Bobby were going to be together like this she wanted it to be special. She rationalised this as a chance for Bobby to get it out of his system, and she figured with all the women at the resort Bobby might even find himself a new girl. 

They travelled down on an afternoon flight with a champagne meal on the plane and a limo to meet them at the airport. The weather on the Gulf coast was hot but in the cool air-conditioned comfort of a limo Bobby and Alison were able to sit back and relax. His mom looked radiant in a white summer dress, unbuttoned far enough to show some cleavage. She was wearing one of her push up bras that made her boobs look amazing, he gazed at the creamy melons as they jiggled and wobbled like two plates of jello every time the limo ran over a bump in the road. Fortunately for Bobby the roads down here in Mexico were pretty rough so he was treated to the sight of his mom's boobs wobbling almost constantly. He imagined those big heavy tits swinging in his face while his mom rode his dick and he felt himself grow hard in his pants. 

"What a lovely view!" his mom remarked watching the palm trees and beach go by the window.

"It sure is!" remarked Bobby as they hit another pothole and his mom's boobs did another dance of their own.

"How would you know you're not even looking... oh I see." She noticed his gaze on her breasts but didn't try to cover herself. "Men, you really are all the same."

"Sorry mom, it's not my fault if I've got the hottest girl in the world for company."

"Bobby..." she hissed looking at the driver, Bobby glanced but the privacy screen was up and he didn't seem to be taking any notice.

"Sorry Alison, anyway I'm REALLY enjoying the view." As he said this he reclined in his seat so his crotch slid forward and the outline of his hard dick was clearly visible in his pants.

"Bobby, we're not even at the hotel yet!"

"Sorry, guess I'm already in holiday mode. Why don't you join me?" 

He patted the seat next to him. She looked nervously at the driver who seemed to be paying them no notice at all and slid across to join Bobby, so they were both sitting with their back to the driver. He put his arm around her shoulder and drew her to him, tenderly kissing her on the lips. She hesitated and then returned his kiss, making out like a teenager on a prom date in the back seat. He ran his hand up and squeezed her boobs through her dress and bra, noticing the way they bulged out of her dress as he groped them. She moaned and make a token effort to stop him at first but as he kissed her and squeezed her breasts she soon began to return his passion and couldn't restrain herself from running her hand over his hard chest. As they continued making out like horny teenagers she let her hand slide down onto his lap and the iron hard column of meat that throbbed in Bobby's pants. She could feel his cock bucking and throbbing through his underwear and pants as she squeezed and rubbed it, she let her fingers run up the thick, impossibly long shaft till she found the swollen head and playfully ran her fingers around it, feeling it harden even more. She delighted in feeling his cock dance and respond to her touch even through his pants and ran her hand down to his heavy balls, giving them a squeeze. They were so full and heavy they would have looked freakish on most men but the size of Bobby's dick meant they were in perfect proportion. She gave them a firm squeeze and Bobby moaned, but didn't complain. She recalled how in New York she had squeezed so hard she thought he would pass out but he still stayed hard. She knew as a nurse testicles could take a lot more abuse than most men believed but she also knew most men couldn't take anymore than a little delicate touching. It seemed Bobby's big balls were tougher than most mens, she wondered if his big cock could take more abuse as well. She recalled the day he'd bashed his dick on the bannisters so hard it was bruised and hurt, the thought of watching that turned her on. She ran her hand back up to his cock and gave it a hard squeeze, feeling it lurch in response, before going back to gently teasing it. 

Bobby was so horny he didn't know if he could wait for the hotel, his cock was so hard it hurt and as his mom continued to tease it he unbuttoned his mom's dress so he could slip his hand inside, grabbing a handful of her right boob through her bra before sliding his hand inside the cup to feel her naked breast in his hand.

"Obby, the driver, can't you ait?" she mumbled as he continued to kiss her, but his only answer was to continue groping as much of her boobs as he could while kissing her. His hard cock was bucking and throbbing in his pants and she wished she could pull it out right there. If he kept this up much longer she might just do that. However just then they felt the limo slow as the driver signalled a turn and she glanced round to see they were pulling into the front of the hotel.

"Bobby we're here." she said detaching herself from him and re-arranging her boobs before buttoning her dress back up.

The doorman opened the limo door and they stepped out into the heat of the Mexican sun. Alison put her sunglasses on and Bobby couldn't help thinking she looked like a Hollywood starlet attending a premiere as she walked from the limo to the hotel. He hobbled along as best he could beside her, his dick feeling like it was going to break in two in his pants. The lobby was air conditioned and luxurious but it wasn't the décor that caught Bobby's eye but rather the receptionist. She was pretty, blonde.. and naked. She smiled at them as they entered and Bobby tried not to stare at her tits.

"Hi there, my name's Kirsty, do you have a reservation?"

"Um, yes we do. Alison and Bobby Stevens."

As the girl checked the screen Bobby took the chance to check her out, she was in her early 20's with an all all over tan and a trim pert figure. She had small perky boobs and a shaven pussy, he noticed that in fact she wasn't completely naked, she had a wristband with her name and the resort logo on it. He saw his mom watching him as he checked out Kirsty and smiled at her before checking out the rest of the lobby. Behind them there was a couple he hadn't noticed when they walked in, they were also naked and making out on a couch. The guy had a raging hard on that the girl was stroking while they kissed. Fuck, this place really was for swingers alright. 

"Oh yes here we are, the Bridal Suite! Wow, congratulations you two! I hope you enjoy your honeymoon here! I'll get someone to take your bags for you."

"Um thank you." Alison muttered, blushing behind her sunglasses.

Bridal suite? Honeymoon? Well, he certainly felt like a horny Groom waiting to get his conjugal rights. They porter was dressed conventionally and led them through the luxurious interior to the elevators.

"Is this your first time here?"

"Um yes."

"It takes a little getting used to but you'll love it once you settle in. The whole resort is self contained, we have shops, restaurants, bars, clubs, and a private beach. Everything you need, and the resort rules apply throughout."

"Resort rules?"

"Sure, the Club Bacchus rules are there are no rules. As long as you're here you can do what you want where you want when you want, although some people do frown on couples having sex in the restaurant!" he laughed.

"I see." 

"So basically just relax and go with the flow and enjoy your honeymoon!"

They reached their floor and the porter led them along the corridor. Their room was more luxurious than he'd imagined, they had a huge bed, a big terrace with a view out over the beach and a huge bathroom including a sunken whirlpool tub. Alison tipped the porter who smiled and left them alone.

"So now we're on honeymoon?"

"Well I booked the best suite, I didn't realise it was the bridal one. The resort obviously jumped to the wrong conclusion"

"Did they? I feel like some honeymoon action with my beautiful bride." he said approaching her.

"Bobby that's not funny!"

"Who's joking? I'm ready for some more of that limo action!" 

"Well I'm ready for a shower!"

He tried to grab her in an embrace but she slipped out of his reach before heading to the bathroom. She paused in the doorway before adding "Perhaps you'd like to join me?" she smiled shyly at him and his dick lurched as he followed her. She started the water running and began unbuttoning her dress. He stood watching her, no matter how many times he saw her he never got over the fascination of seeing her undress. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and stood in just her underwear, her breasts bulging out of her push up bra. She saw him looking hungrily at her and blushed.

"Bobby, you're staring at me." 

"I know, you're so beautiful I just want to watch you."

"Bobby you're embarrassing me."

"Don't be, you're perfect. I just want to look at you. If this is the last time we're going to be together I want to remember you."

She considered what he said for a moment and then smiling she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide over her shoulders and the garment fall to the floor. He gazed in awe at her heavy breasts and she pushed back her shoulders letting him admire her them for a few moments. She then slipped her panties off and stood completely naked before him as his eyes drank her in. God she was perfect, achingly beautiful with curves the greatest artist in the world couldn't replicate and seemingly unaware of her beauty.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"I want to see you too."

"Oh..." He began to undo his shirt.

"No let me."

She approached him her boobs swaying as she walked, all the time staring at him before lowering her eyes to undo his shirt button by button before slipping it off his shoulders. She admired his muscular torso and arms, running her cool fingers over his hard muscles and smooth skin before slipping down to his belly to undo his shorts, letting them drop to the floor. His cock looked like it was doing press ups in his underwear he was so hard and there was a clear mark of pre cum where it was leaking through the material. She knelt before him and gently slid them down, pulling the front away from his belly and carefully easing his hard cock free of the elastic so as not to hurt him. He stepped free of his clothes and stood before her as she continued to kneel looking up at him. Her view was dominated by his huge cock and big low hanging testicles. She studied the huge column of meat, taking in every vein of the magnificent cock and his toned athletic body.

"So beautiful." 

His dick lurched at the compliment and his balls pulled up, she wanted to reach out and play with him but she could see how excited he was already and knew there was plenty of time for that so instead she rose to her feet and gently held him by his cock so she could lead him to the shower. There was plenty of space in the luxurious unit but they stayed close together all the same, caressing like lovers.

"Why don't you let me wash you this time?" he smiled at her, she looked shyly up at him and started to speak before stopping and simply nodding.

He lathered his hands and began soaping her body, not surprisingly he devoted most of his time to washing her her big tits, letting the huge breasts slide through his fingers as she squeezed and lifted the heavy soapy melons. He noticed her nipples hardening under his touch and payed them some attention as well, lightly running his finger tips over the nubs, feeling the aureola and nipples harden further under his caresses. He let his hands roam further, running over the full curves of her hips and buttocks before dropping down to explore her beautiful legs. He finally stood again facing her as she looked up at him smiling as he once again filled his hands with her opulent boobs.

"Do you think I'm clean enough now?"

"Not quite."

"Not quite... what do you mean?"

He slid one hand down her belly towards the juncture between her thighs.

"Bobby no..."

"Why? You said we could do everything apart from have intercourse."

His fingers found the neat bush of hair and lightly ran through it.

"Bobby, not there..."

"Why not? If this is our last chance to be together then I want to remember all of you."

He slid his hand down further and she grabbed his arm, holding it but not stopping him.

"Bobby..."

"Mom, I want to make you feel good, the way you have for me..."

He slipped his hand down further finding the folds of her vagina, she gasped and released his arm, he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as he lightly caressed it. Her hands moved up to his shoulders as he gently ran his fingers up and down the length of her slit before slipping between the folds and finding her engorged clit. He lightly ran his fingers around it, gently stroking without actually pressing on it and he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders in response. He slowly increased the intensity and cadence of his movements feeling her hot breath on his cheek and her fingers gripping him and let her responses guide him. As his movements became faster she moaned and buried her face against his neck, tensing as she cried out, her voice stifled against his skin but still loud in the confines of the bathroom. He rubbed harder and more intensely feeling her fingers dig into him and her breath come in jagged gasps as pushed her towards her climax. Her head jerked back and he admired her long slender neck as she let out a cry, her body shuddering and she came on his fingers. As she crested her orgasm and the waves of pleasure subsided her felt her relax and slowed his movements accordingly, letting her down gently from her high.

"Oh Bobby!"

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes before taking his face in her hands and kissing him, pressing her sexy body up against him. She then ran her soft soapy hands over his lean hard body, feeling his taut muscles and smooth skin, like a young Adonis he stood while she washed him before turning her attention to the giant phallus that stubbornly stood hard and unwavering, throbbing with his heartbeat. She gently washed and caressed it, committing every bump and ridge to memory and the smooth silky soft feel of his foreskin as it slid over the steely hard shaft and head of his cock. Finally she could wait no longer, switching off the shower, she hurriedly dried them before leading him to the bedroom by his cock before pushing him back on the bed. He lay there watching her as she crawled up the bed towards him, a smile on her face as her big pendulous tits swayed with every movement. She moved up until her breasts hung down over his face, watching as his eyes hungrily feasted on the big heavy melons hanging down just out of reach of his lips. She swung them gently, letting her nipples brush his hungry mouth as he struggled to reach them with his lips, playfully keeping them just out of reach, teasing him with her bounteous charms before sliding down his body, taking her breasts out of his reach. She allowed her swaying tits to brush his chest, letting him feel the hard rubbery nipples and soft smoothness of her breasts on his hard muscular chest before moving lower and letting them bump against his cock which started jumping and lurching at their touch. 

She playfully shook her shoulders letting her heavy hanging jugs bump his cock from side to side, the sensation causing it to jump and lurch even more, before squeezing them together and enveloping his iron hard prick between her soft pillowy boobs. She gently stroked her tits up and down his cock, the purple, swollen head emerging from the creamy white cleavage before once again being enveloped in the smooth valley of her breasts. He groaned and closed his eyes as she continued to slowly fuck his cock with her jugs, his dick lurching and drooling pre cum that lubricated the fleshy tunnel making it feel even more like a pussy. She could sense his orgasm was beginning to build so she released his cock before he got too near to cumming and slid down further, letting her tits brush his legs as her dark silky hair slid across his belly like a cool breeze. 

His cock was waving like a demented beast as her face drew level with it and she gently steadied it with her hand, allowing him to feel her breath on it before she began to go to work on it. Looking him in the eye she licked up the huge shaft, before swirling her tongue around the bloated purple head and savouring the tangy pre cum that drooled in a steady stream before licking her way back down again. She repeated the process several times, coating his cock in a sheen of saliva as she bathed it with her tongue before opening her mouth and pausing to let him feel her hot breath on his cock head. He stared at her breathlessly as she gently let her teeth brush the head of his cock, before opening her lips and taking him deep into her mouth. He moaned at the incredible sensation of her hot mouth as his cock head and several inches of the shaft disappeared between her lips, enveloping him in a wonderful warm paradise. As her full lips slid down his thick shaft her tongue continued to swirl around his cock head, teasing and toying with the bloated piece of meat in her mouth. She bobbed on his cock, drawing him slowly in and out of her mouth before withdrawing completely and swirling her tongue over the head, lapping up the pre cum that was now drooling from his cock. She then went back to inhaling his cock, taking as much as she could and committing the taste and feel of it to memory. She knew his cock so well now she could tell how aroused he was and how near to cumming as she varied her sucking and licking to bring him slowly to his climax before letting him subside again, drawing the moment out partly to prolong his pleasure but also her own. She could feel her pussy getting wet but she wanted to focus all her attention on him, feeling his erection bloating and his heavy balls drawing up she knew his orgasm was close now. 

She quickened her pace, sucking harder now and teasing the underside of his glans with her tongue, she felt his body tense under her and his cock spasm in her mouth, once, twice, three times and then it erupted. His thick cum blasted the roof of her mouth filling it with 2 or 3 spurts so that she had to gulp it down to make room. He came so much and so hard it was a struggle to keep up with him but it was a challenge she loved, savouring the thick liquid that spurted into her mouth in seemingly endless quantities. She gently milked him with her lips as his dick continued to spasm and disgorge its load, filling her mouth again as she swallowed for a second time before feeling his loads begin to weaken and slow to a trickle. She gently nursed on his cock for a few more minutes, reluctant to give it up and drawing the last few drops of cum from him before crawling up the bed to embrace him. He looked at her in a mixture of awe and love, she was so beautiful and sexy it was impossible to imagine life without her. She nuzzled up on the pillow next to him and without pausing to think he drew her to him and kissed her on the mouth. At first she was surprised, she wasn't used to a man kissing her after she'd swallowed his cum, but Bobby was so enamoured with his mother he couldn't help himself. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 14



He slipped his tongue into her mouth and was surprised that she still had some of his cum she hadn't swallowed, ordinarily this would have grossed him out but the fact that this was his mom's mouth, the mouth that has read him bedtime stories and told him off when he stayed out late, that this same mouth was now full of his cum having just sucked his cock was so wickedly exciting he didn't care. At first the slightly bitter taste was unusual, but he soon got used to it as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and returned his kiss with equal passion, their tongues writhed and danced in a duel as his sperm passed back and forth between them. His cock was still hard as they kissed and embraced and he could have gone again but in the end sleep overwhelmed them both after their journey and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning Bobby awoke alone in bed, at first he was alarmed wondering where his mom was but then he saw the door to the terrace was open and walked out. Sure enough his mom was stood on the balcony looking out at the morning sun. She was still naked and he paused to admire her curvy peach shaped bottom as she leant on the railing, his morning erection hardening even more at the sight. As he approached her he could make out her pussy lips between her legs and remembered how she'd felt on his fingers as he'd brought her off last night. He put his arms round her and cupped her tits in his hands.

"Morning beautiful."

"Bobby you startled me!"

"Sorry, I thought I'd join you." as he said this he squeezed her boobs together and played with them.

"Bobby, anyone can see!"

"Well let them." He moved closer and his erection pushed against the small of her back.

"Careful with that thing, you'll push me over the balcony!" she chided.

"Oh sorry."

They stayed like that for a few minutes as he continued to squeeze and grope her tits while she felt his erection rubbing against the small of his back. She reached behind her and held his cock, gently stroking it as he nuzzled her neck and kneaded her tits.

"Mmm, I'm so horny right now."

"I can tell." She playfully squeezed his cock and continued to play with him but the angle made it difficult for her to stroke him properly, then she was struck by an idea.

"Here let me." She took a firmer hold of his cock, pulling it down and standing on her toes as she did. "Crouch down a little."

"What are you doing?" he asked incredulously as he followed her instructions.

"Not what you think you pervert! There, that's better." She slid his cock between her legs so the head and an inch or two of the shaft jutted out in front of her.

He continued playing with her tits as he looked over her shoulder at the end of his cock protruding from between his mom's legs.

"Gee mom, people will think you're a chick with a dick!"

"Bobby!"

"Well I'm just saying, it does look a little odd."

She regarded the swollen cock head jutting out from between her legs and couldn't help agreeing there was something very kinky about it.

"Well I suppose it does, although, I would have rather a short one." She said giggling as she regarded the head and inch or so of his cock that protruded between her legs while delicately playing with the glans.

"How about now?" He angled his pelvis and slid another couple of inches between his mom's legs his dick now jutting out in front of her.

"Bobby!" Her reaction was partly due to the spectacle of Bobby's cock jutting out between her legs and partly because the altered angle meant his cock was now rubbing on her clit.

She looked down at the thick cock that jutted out from between her legs and certainly couldn't deny it looked odd, nor could she deny how hard it felt rubbing against her pussy. She realised she hadn't fully thought this through and now with Bobby squeezing her nipples and his hard cock rubbing against her clit she was having trouble thinking at all. She reached down and began jerking the foreskin back and forth over his bloated cock head, struck that it must look as if she was jerking herself off. Bobby moaned appreciatively at her touch and began gently thrusting his dick back and forward in time with her movements grinding it on her pussy as he did.

As her movements on his cock quickened so did his thrusting and he began groping and kneading her tits harder, pinching and squeezing her nipples so hard it hurt and and felt good at the same time. 

"Oh Bobby!"

"Uhhhh, oh wow that feels good. You're really good at jerking yourself off!"

"Bobby! ... ohhhh, harder. Squeeze them harder!" she moaned as he grabbed her tits for all his was worth. She continued to beat off the thick cock between her legs no longer trying to resist the rubbing on her clit but pushing back and grinding harder.

"Oh Bobby, Ohhhhhhhh." She felt herself shuddering as her climax flooded through her, she hoped he wouldn't notice her wet pussy rubbing on him but she needn't have worried, he was too busy grabbing her tits and enjoying the feel of her hand on his cock to be aware of anything much else. She jerked the cock between her legs harder and faster, almost feeling like it was hers and another orgasm rippled through her. She felt his cock swell and harden and he pushed it between her legs as far as it would go.

"Ohhh god, cummming..."

His cock jutted out in front of her and Alison continued beating it off as he began shooting, the cum spraying out from his cock and over the balcony before raining down onto the street below. Load after load blasted out from his cock, some of it splattering on the railing but most shooting out into the cool morning air and showering down. Fortunately there was no one passing by to get covered in the shower of sperm but the sight of the beautiful busty woman seemingly jerking herself off and spraying a huge load of cum wasn't entirely lost though, unseen behind a shaded balcony window a telephoto lens silently, unblinkingly recorded every moment. 

Cumming in Chapter 15 Bobby and Alison have an accident that leads to a final frontier being crossed.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 15



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further.

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Chapter 15

"Why don't I order us some room service and then we can go and have a look around?" Alison asked as she headed to the bathroom to clean Bobby's cum off her legs and hands.

"A look around? At what?"

"At the resort! I don't intend to spend the 2 weeks in the hotel room."

"But I thought we came here to have fun?"

"We did and we will, but I'd like to get a tan and do a little sight seeing as well." she said returning to the bed room.

"There's plenty of sights to see right here!" Bobby's eyes fixed to her big jiggling tits as she walked across the room.

"Honestly Bobby, why are you so obsessed with my boobs?"

"Because they are natural wonders!"

"Hmmm, well these natural wonders will be be doing some sight seeing today. Now what about these to wear?" Alison picked out a pair of shorts and halter top from her suitcase.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean to wear of course."

"But mom, it's clothing optional remember?"

"Yes and the key word is optional, which means I have the option to keep my clothes on."

Oh crap! Now not only were they going to trailing round stores for the day his mom was going to be fully dressed as well? They might as well have stayed at home, then he was struck by an idea.

"Well why don't you wear a bikini?"

"A bikini?"

"Yeah, the bellhop said there's a private beach and you said you wanted to get a tan."

"I suppose... oh damn!"

"What?"

"Of all the things to forget, how could I be so stupid?! I forgot to get swimsuits!", Alison saw the look of hope flash across Bobby's face and before he could say anything added."And no that does not mean I am going naked!"

Bobby considered for a moment and then flashed her a smile.

"Didn't that guy say there is a shopping complex? They must have somewhere that sells bathing suits! Why don't I go to have a look while you get us some breakfast?"

"All right then. Where would I be without my wonderful man!?" She crossed and gave him a hug pressing her wonderful naked body up against him, he ran his hands down her hips grabbing handfuls of her butt cheeks and pulling her against his hardening cock. She felt his cock beginning to swell and gently pushed away from him. "Bobby... control yourself. We have plenty of time for that later." 

As she stepped away from him his eyes dropped to her heavy tits and admired the full opulent orbs. 

"Bobby... Bobby, hello, up here!"

"Huh?"

He looked up to see her looking back and smiling, obviously trying to get him to make eye contact.

"Bathing suits remember?"

"Oh yeah, right." Bobby absently pulled on his shorts and sneakers and headed off downstairs. As he entered the lobby there were already quite a few other guests walking about, a few wore clothes but most were naked. He headed out of the main reception area into a open concourse which was dominated by a lavish fountain with statues of figures intertwined in various erotic poses. Around the base of the fountain there were benches and some couples were sitting and chatting, he noticed a few people had gathered around the far side of the fountain and wandered round to see what they were looking at. He was shocked to see a pretty dark haired girl in her 20's straddling a black guy and riding his cock. They seemed oblivious to the crowd that had gathered to watch, in fact they appeared to enjoy the attention and be putting on a show for them. The girl had a lean body with small perky tits and her pale skin contrasted with the ebony black cock she was impaled on. He could see her pussy was stretching to accommodate the huge dick and she was still unable to take the last couple of inches. He wondered what it would be like to fuck in front of a group of people like this, or to have his mom suck his cock in front of an audience. What would they think knowing he was getting blown by his own mom he wondered? He could feel himself getting hard watching the display and noticed some of the guys watching were already erect, a few were even openly masturbating and one girl was giving her boyfriend a hand job while they watched. 

Shit he could stay here and watch this all morning but he didn't want to keep his mom waiting so he looked around and saw there were signposted pathways leading off to different areas of the resort. He saw one reading shops and reluctantly tore himself away from the action casting a last look back as the girl began bucking up and down faster while the guy grabbed her ass.

Bobby found the shopping area but it was hardly your typical mall, many of the shops catered to more exotic tastes, selling a variety of sex toys including a few that catered to BDSM. While most people seemed to be here as couples he noticed a few girls walking round in twos or threes, they all seemed to be in their early 20's and were all stunning. He noticed an slim blonde and a curvy hispanic girl walking together. They were both naked apart from some beach sandals and bags slung over their shoulders. The hispanic girl noticed him first and flashed him a smile, she had a pretty round face but it was her big tits he couldn't help but notice. They were smaller than his mom's but still had to be a DD at least and from they way they wobbled were real too.

"Hi, I haven't seen you before have I?"

"Um no, I just got in last night."

"Oh that'd be why. I'm Raquel this is Lisa."

"Hi." The blonde flashed him a smile, she reminded him of a young Meg Ryan. 

"This your first time?"

"Uh yeah, it's err, pretty intense."

Standing up close to two beautiful naked girls was a little more than intense and Bobby could feel his cock starting to grow.

"It's pretty crazy down here but everyone is very cool about it. You'll probably be seeing me again before long anyway I'm guessing."

"Uh, why's that?"

"I work here. I'm a nurse so I do the blood tests here."

"Blood tests?"

"Sure, you know for HIV. Once you've had your test you get one of these." She held up a blue wristband. "And that means you can fuck anyone you like....if you want to?"

Raquel added the last part with a look that suggested she definitely wanted to and his dick swelled to full hard on. He thought about trying to force his hands into his pockets to hide it without trying to be too obvious but it was too late and his shorts were already tenting out. 

Lisa noticed and giggled. "Wow, I think you got an answer there!" Both girls regarded his shorts and Bobby felt himself flushing red with embarrassment

"You know you might as well take them off. Plenty of guys walk around with hard ons and it couldn't be much less obvious."

Bobby looked down and couldn't help but agree, he felt more conspicuous with his shorts tented out like this than if he was hanging out in the breeze, the girls stood waiting and he figured what the fuck and undid his shorts and slipped them over his sneakers so he could hold them. He stood up again his dick fully erect and swaying.

"Wow! That is huge!" Raquel stared directly at his cock. 

"Oh my god, it's almost as big as Nathan's!" Lisa chimed in.

"Nathan?"

"He's this black guy with a huge dick who comes here every year, it's kind of a rite of passage for some of the girls to try to take the whole thing." Lisa explained Bobby figured he must have been the guy in the concourse he'd seen earlier. 

"Trouble is they can't walk properly the next day." Raquel laughed. "I like yours better, it's got a nice curve and I like it's uncut. Can I touch it?"

"Err yeah, sure." Raquel reached out and gently stroked his dick pulling the skin back and forwards. "Wow, you're hard as a rock! I can hardly get my hand round it. Feel how hard he is." She slid her hand further down the shaft so Lisa could explore the head of his cock which did indeed feel like it was carved from granite right now."Jeez check out these balls!" Raquel cupped his low hanging gonads weighing them. 

"You definitely need to get yourself a wristband." Raquel gave his cock a final stroke before releasing it. "Ok well, gotta go. See you around, soon I hope."

The girls walked off leaving Bobby with his hard on, at first he was acutely aware of his nakedness but as he looked about he saw Raquel was right, there were other guys in various states of arousal wandering about and Bobby found his dick was getting more than it's fair share of looks from the girls.He remembered his original purpose and looked around for some clothing stores, not surprisingly there weren't many but eventually he found a store with beach accessories and wandered in. There was a pretty Hawaiian looking girl serving who was, it seemed like all the female employees, naked. He checked her out which served to make his hard on even more hard before looking through the bathing suits. There weren't many and they were pretty skimpy so he grabbed a 2 piece white bikini and some speedos before heading back to the room.

His mom had already got breakfast ordered and was sitting out on the balcony in her robe with a glass of champagne. 

"Hi Mom, eerrr Alison. Wow, champagne for breakfast?"

"Compliments of the management. I poured you a glass." He checked the bucket and saw a tag reading "To the Honeymoon couple, compliments of Club Bacchus."

"You took your time I was wondering what.... Bobby your shorts, what... were you walking around like that down there?" she noticed his nakedness and his arousal.

"Err, well yeah. I mean, you look more strange if you've got clothes on than if you're naked."

"Were you walking around like.. that?" 

She directed her glance at his hard on.

"Well yeah, I mean a lot of guys are walking around with, well hard ons." He decided to leave out the details about Nathan, Raquel and Lisa. "I got your bikini."

He handed the bag to Alison who glanced inside. 

"Bobby, this is tiny! How do you expect me to wear this?"

"Sorry M... Alison, it's all they had."

They finished their breakfast and Alison tried on the suit. It consists of three tiny pieces of fabric connected with elastic. The bottoms fitted ok but when she held the top up the triangles looked barely barely big enough to cover her nipples.

"Bobby I can't wear this!"

"Why not?"

"Why not? Bobby do you honestly think I can fit into this?" She held the top up for him to see.

"Um, I don't know, err I guess maybe try it on?"

She gave him an exasperated look and then put the top on. It barely covered her nipples and left the rest of her breasts on display. 

"Oh Bobby honestly, this top is meant for someone with, well a lot less to cover up."

A lot less was an understatement, Alison's boobs were already attempting to do an escape act on the tiny top and Bobby's hard on was renewed at the sight of his mother's struggles. When she'd finished adjusting the costume as best she could she removed Bobby's costume from the bag and inspected it.

"Well at least you've bought yourself something equally impractical I see. I'm not sure how you think you'll fit yourself into these." She passed them to him.

"Well like I say, there wasn't a lot of choice." He pulled the speedos on and could see what she meant, they were pretty tiny and although he managed to lever his cock into them so it was held against his hip they left nothing to the imagination and when viewed from above the elastic was pulling away from the waist where his cock was straining against the fabric.

"Oh well, I suppose this will have to do." Alison regarded them both before pouring the last of the champagne and drinking it down for dutch courage.

As they left the room and walked to the elevator Bobby couldn't help but admire his mom's beautiful body. From behind she was essentially naked, only the tiny strings of her bikini providing any cover. In the short walk to the elevator her boobs were already attempting an escape act and she had to adjust her top to keep her nipples covered as they rode down in the elevator.

"This is ridiculous Bobby, I'm never going to stay in this."

"You look really good it in though."

"I doubt I will stay in it at this rate."

As the doors to the elevator opened Alison took a deep breath and stepped out into the lobby. As they walked through the resort Bobby noticed her getting plenty of admiring looks from the men and some of the girls, even though many of them were naked. Seeing her on display like this was something new for him, he felt a flash of jealousy at sharing her but also pride that she was his. He couldn't help but also admire all the girls they passed, almost all of whom were naked or at least topless. With the bevy of naked female flesh and his beautiful mom to contend with his cock strained in the confines of his trunks and he adjusted it as best he could to try to make it more comfortable whilst trying to prevent it poking out. As they made their way to the beach Alison's boobs fell out of her bikini twice more and she had to pause to try to cover herself.

"This is ridiculous, I might as well just take it off and be done with it!"

With that she pulled the top off and put it in her bag exposing her boobs completely, his dick throbbed at the sight of her totally exposed to everyone and the head popped out from under the waistband.

"Well I guess I might as well get rid of these then." he said slipping his trunks off and handing them to his mom. 

"Bobby, are you going to walk around... like that?" she gestured towards his erection.

"Sure why not, plenty of other guys letting it all hang out."

"Well it's not...hanging."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you're... well, it's erect."

"There's plenty guys with boners around, relax it's natural." he shook his hips and waggled his cock at her. There might be plenty of guys naked and in various states of arousal but none were endowed like Bobby. She blushed and noticed some young girls sitting on the beach pointing and giggling, Bobby smiled at them displaying his hard on. Alison felt angry at the attention he was getting and chided herself for it. 

"This was your idea and you want him to find another girls remember?" she told herself. All the same she moved on and was relieved when Bobby joined her as they found some sun loungers and relaxed. Alison sprayed some sun tan lotion on herself and rubbed it in passing it to Bobby. 

"If you're going to leave it out in the open you'd better put some of this on it."

Bobby could see her point and figured a sunburnt cock wouldn't be the best way to start their holiday and squirted some lotion on his hard on rubbing it in stroking the big column of meat his foreskin sliding up and down over the head. He looked around at some of the passing girls and as he continued to stroke his cock. A naked oriental girl with sunglasses turned to watch Bobby and he smiled at her as he continued stroking his cock, she raised her sunglasses looking at his dick and he stroked it harder, pulling the skin back and displaying it to her. 

"Um... Bobby, I think you've rubbed enough lotion in now."

"What oh,yeah..." aware he'd been absent mindedly jerking off, not that he could see it being much of a problem especially after some of the sights he'd see this morning. 

They lay on the beach dozing for a few hours, Bobby checking out the girls and his mom and occasionally rubbing some more lotion into his cock. His mom moved around to lay on her front, her big tits hanging down and swinging about as she adjusted her position. His dick lurched as he watched her big knockers swaying and then bulging out as she lay flat. He looked at some of the other girls walking past most of whom admired his cock as it curved up over his belly. He was getting hornier and hornier, he thought about jerking off again but figured it was better to save it till later, his cock was already dribbling pre cum from all the teasing he'd been getting. 

After a while he noticed his mom looking in her bag.

"Oh darn."

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot to bring any water. It's so hot and I'm getting thirsty."

Bobby sat up and looked round, he could see a bar on the beachfront and pointed it out to Alison.

"Why don't we go there? It's getting pretty hot out in the sun, we could cool off and have a drink there."

"Well, we're not really dressed for that are we?"

"Mmm.. Alison. Remember where we are? Club Bacchus rules... no rules... anything goes. We can walk in there buck naked if we want."

"Well perhaps we could but I'm not sure I'm comfortable."

"C'mon, I bet there's plenty of other couples in there with nothing on, we can have one drink and if you don't like it we can leave."

Alison weighed it up, she was thirsty and he did have a point, this was a resort for open minded people. 

"Alright then."

They walked the short distance to the bar, Alison topless and Bobby naked his hard cock swinging about at the sight of his nearly naked mom walking in plain view with everyone watching. They entered the bar which was much cooler and pretty quiet, a pretty blonde barmaid was cleaning some glasses and looked up, pleased for the custom.

"Hi what can I get you?"

"Um, a Long Island Iced Tea please."

"Just a beer for me."

Bobby checked the barmaid out, she was naked the same as all the female staff seemed to be, she had a trim figure with a neat bush and a good sized pair of tits. Bobby sat at the bar and his mom reluctantly followed his example, obviously a little uncomfortable at being on display. 

"You guys new here?"

"Um yes, we just arrived."

"Oh cool. You'll love it here, everyone is so relaxed."

"Yes, so I gathered."

Alison took a long draught of her drink. 

"Mmmm, this is very good."

"Thanks, it's my speciality. My name is Kerry."

"I'm Alison, this is Bobby."

"Hi Bobby. That's a really nice cock you have if you don't mind my saying."

"Uhh, um. Thanks." His dick lurched at the compliment. 

They chatted for a while and Alison ordered another drink. The cocktails were definitely strong and with the heat she could feel them going to her head.

Another couple wandered into the bar and Kerry walked over to serve them, they were a black couple in their 20's and the woman had an impressive rack on her, Bobby guessed she was a DD at least.

"Well you seem to have plenty to keep your eyes entertained." Alison remarked cooly, taking another sip of her drink.

"Errr, well you did want to go sight seeing."

"Those weren't the sort of sights I had in mind."

"Well, it's not really that kind of resort, I mean you knew that when you booked it right."

"Yes I suppose so, I just feel rather old around all these beautiful young girls."

"What are you talking about, you're the hottest looking woman here."

"Honestly Bobby."

"I'm serious, you must have seen the looks you've ben getting."

"Well I'm used to men staring at my boobs, when they're this big it's something you get used to. Though why anyone likes these old things when there are all these perky young boobs around I don't know."

"Old things? You have beautiful boobs what do you mean?"

"Well, I suppose, I mean... do you think they aren't a little saggy. I mean to be walking around without a bra like this...."

"M.... Alison you have nothing to worry about. They look perfect, the way real boobs are supposed to look, not all solid like those fake porn star tits."

"Really? What about those girls?" Alison looked towards Kerry and the black girl who'd walked in. Bobby had to admit they both had amazing racks but his moms were definitely bigger and while they weren't the boobs of a teenager they looked beautiful, curving down in natural pear shapes.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 15



"They're nice but yours are better."

"Really?"

"What do I have to do to convince you? These are natural wonders of the world! Why do you think I'm like this?" he said gesturing first at her boobs then at his erection.

"Bobby..." she blushed taking a sip of her drink and feeling the alcohol taking effect. 

He slid of his stool and stood next to her his cock brushing her leg. He reached out and tenderly stroked her hair. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about when it comes to these." He let his hand run down to her tits and ran his fingers over her nipples feeling them stiffen.

"Bobby stop, there are people..."

"So? The rules are.. there are no rules." He cupped her breasts and squeezed them hearing her breath in sharply at the sensation. 

"Bobby... please..."

He moved in closer so he could kiss her, as he continued to grope her tits, squeezing them harder now, the way he knew she liked.

"Mmmmmmfff.... Obby....ease."

But as he continued to squeeze her boobs harder she began to return his kisses, tentatively at first and then becoming more passionate, his cock was nudging against her belly. Alison could feel her defences crumbling as Bobby kissed and groped her, his dick was butting against her stomach and despite herself she reached for his cock, taking the iron hard shaft in both hands and jerking it off. She was dimly aware that the other people in the bar had stopped their conversations and were watching them but she didn't care, in fact part of her wanted them to witness her pleasure. Bobby pinched her nipples and twisted them and Alison moaned at the sensation. 

"Oh god...yessss... harder."

Bobby obliged and lifted her heavy tits by her nipples, Alison could feel herself getting wetter and squeezed her legs together, increasing the pressure on her clit, riding the waves of pleasure towards an orgasm. She jerked his cock harder and faster, her need was urgent and she wanted to take him with her. His big balls swung violently with the speed and force of her jerking as she pulled her fist up and down his cock. Her touch was normally sensual and teasing but not today, her need was urgent and she was being as hard on his cock as he was on her tits, beating him off as hard as she could. 

"Ohhhh godddddddddddd...." she moaned as she felt her body edging towards a climax, she tried to resist not wanting to lose control in front of all these people but Bobby's hands on her tits and the pressure on her clit were too much, and she cried out, her body wracked by an orgasm. She shuddered and squeezed his cock with a vice like grip as she rode the waves of pleasure before resuming jerking him off. The intensity of her hand job and the excitement from the small crowd who had gathered to watch them meant Bobby wasn't far behind his mother and as she continued to furiously pull on his cock he felt his balls lift up and his cum begin to rise.

"Oh shitttttt...." he thrust his hips forward as she continued to jerk him as the first rope of cum burst from his cock splashing across Alison's face and hair. The blast caught her by surprise and she turned her face slightly so the next salvo shot over her neck and shoulder, some of it splattering on the floor with an audible plop. The next hit her cheek and ran down hanging off her chin in a white stalactite. The remaining loads splashed on her tits, belly and thighs before slowing to a dribble.

The small crowd that had gathered applauded the finale and Alison looked around suddenly snapping out of her reverie. 

"Oh goodness..." she released Bobby's cock and regarded herself, dripping with cum. "I'm drenched."

"I'd offer you some napkins but I don't think that'll do it. That was some load!" remarked Kerry who had been leaning on the bar watching the whole thing with rapt attention.

"I think I'd better go back to the room and clean up Bobby."

"Sure I'll come with you."

As they left the bar Bobby exchanged a few grins and handshakes with some of the onlookers while Alison just escaped as quickly as she could. Bobby ran after her his hard on still swinging around the last few dribbles of cum forming a strand. 

"Wait up ... Alison. Wow that was awesome!"

"Awesome, I've never been so mortified. All those people watching us, and now I'm walking around covered in your stuff."

"But they thought it was great! I told you how hot you are and they all agreed." 

"Yes well, I'm not sure I'm quite ready for public displays of...."

"Bobby!! Alison!! Is that you??" a voice called out across the beachfront.

Alison stopped dead in her tracks, her blood running cold. Oh god, they'd been recognised. How was she going to explain this? Her heart raced and her mouth ran dry.

"I knew it was you two, you made it!"

She looked round and saw a slim young brunette approaching, the face took a moment to register and then relief flooded over her, it was Cynthia from New York!

"Wow this is great to see you again! This is Pamela my girlfriend" She gestured to a shapely blonde with a pageboy haircut.

"Hi nice to meet you." Pamela said studying Alison's chest.

"See, wasn't I telling you the truth? Aren't they the most amazing boobs! She didn't believe me when I told her how great they are."

"Um, ok." Alison remarked not knowing what else to say,

"And of course Bobby, you'll recognise as the original Penis de Milo." Cynthia gestured at Bobby's cock which was still hard and showing no signs of going soft with three women looking at it. "So when did you get in?"

"Um, last night." Alison couldn't believe how surreal the situation was, standing topless dripping with her son's cum while he stood next to her with a raging hard on and they talked to two naked girls, both of whom behaved as if this were totally normal. Alison could feel Bobby's cum trickling down her chest and a droplet that had been hanging from the underside of her breast fell landing on the pavement with a plop.

"Look's like you two have already started to have some fun." Cynthia smiled as she looked at the cum running down Alison's body.

"Um, yes, well.. we were just going to get cleaned up."

"Sure... ok catch you later!"

Alison hurried off to the hotel, Bobby had thought if she stuck around then a foursome with Cynthia and Pamela might have been on the cards but his mom had clearly had enough fun for one day. Alison went straight to the shower and washed herself off, Bobby thought about joining her but she seemed a little uptight still so he decided to play it cool.

"Say how about I order up some room service and a bottle of champagne?"

"Okay, that sounds good!"

They sat out on the balcony eating dinner and drinking wine and Alison began to relax again. Bobby suggested another bottle of wine and then they should check out the hot tub and to his delight Alison agreed. There was enough room for them to sit separately but Bobby slid round to sit next to his beautiful mother, refilling her glass and replacing the bottle in the ice bucket. By this time Alison was beginning to get quite tipsy and giggly and Bobby knew when she got in this mood she would get horny as well.

"Young man, I do hope you're not trying to get me drunk?"

"Certainly not, here's to my beautiful sexy mom!" he gave her a wolfish grin and toasted her.

"Bobby! Well I'll drink to my wonderful son, even if he doesn't seem to be able to control himself." she regarded his cock which poked up above the surface like the Lock Ness Monster.

"What can I tell you, I guess Bobby junior just wanted to join the party."

"Bobby junior never stops partying it seems." she said, reaching out and affectionately running her fingers over his cock head.

"What do you expect with you walking around with this body. Do you have a licence for these young lady?" he cupped her tits and weighed them in his hands.

"Yes I do, and I think I should keep them under lock and key away from prying hands."

"Too late!" he squeezed them before running his fingers over her erect nipples and pinching them. 

"Oooooh Bobby! Mmmmmm"

He continued squeezing her tits as she moaned and leaned in to kiss her. As his hands groped and squeezed her tits he felt her kisses and breathing becoming more urgent as her arousal grew. Encouraged by her response he squeezed harder twisting the nubs and pulling her boobs up by them, she moaned harder and he continued to pull one nipple while releasing the other so he could slide his hand down over her flat belly and between her legs.

"Oh Bobby.... I don't.... we shouldn't..." 

He slid his middle finger between her puffy lips, rubbing her engorged clit and feeling her respond to his touch. He rubbed the clit for a few minutes feeling her respond, her fingers gripping his arm but not stopping him. He then slid his finger in further between the hot wet folds of her pussy and inside.

"Bobby........I .....ooooooohhhhh." 

He felt her warm velvety pussy enveloping his finger like a wonderful hot wet glove, he slipped in deeper and found her g spot, rubbing it and provoking another reaction.

"Oh god Bobby!" She reached out and grabbed his cock, running her fingers up and down the column of meat. 

He began to rub her clit with his thumb as he rubbed her g spot wit his finger and the combination caused her to arch her back, thrusting her big tits up in the air.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHH. Oh god, oh god oh god!" His mother's body writhed as Bobby massaged her most sensitive areas and she rode his fingers until she was wracked by an orgasm like she'd never known, she gripped his cock hard as the orgasm flooded through her again and again. He continued to coax her on and she found herself having another climax, more powerful than the first. She gripped his cock so hard the head and shaft were swollen and purple but he didn't care, the pain felt good.

Eventually she came down from her climax and relaxed her grip on him, panting before turning to look at him with glazed eyes. 

"On Bobby, my beautiful boy, I suppose I should say my big strong man now." She looked at him and then his cock jutting out of the water and staring at her and chuckled. She turned to face him and lifting herself out of the water, rivulets running down her big breasts. She lent over him, kissing him on the mouth tenderly, her swaying tits brushing his chest and her hands stroking his hair. 

"Bobby, I love you more than anything."

"I love you too mom, I'd do anything for you."

"I know, but why don't you let me do something for you now?"

She gently kissed her way down his body before reaching his cock and tenderly holding it so she could kiss up and down the shaft, worshiping his giant phallus with her lips before gently drawing his foreskin back so she could kiss around his swollen head. When his mom was in this mood he knew he was in for some amazing cock sucking and he wasn't disappointed. 

Alison kissed his cock head before gently licked the shaft up and down several times, Bobby tilted his hips so his entire cock was out of the water giving her access to all of his shaft. She tenderly lifted his balls out of the water so she could suck the heavy gonads into her mouth, marvelling again at how heavy and potent they were before licking back up his shaft. She then looked him in the eye with a wicked glint he hadn't seen before as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. His prick pulsed in her grasp and her look told him all he needed to know about what he was in store for.

As he continued to dementedly watch Alison opened her mouth and allowed her lips to begin their journey over his huge bloated cock head and down his shaft, moaning as she did. It was as if his cock was the finest steak and she hadn't eaten for a week the way she devoured him. Her mouth felt like a wonderful, warm wet paradise as she sucked and let her tongue dance over his straining cock. He could never imagine finding a woman who could make his dick feel so good, who treated his cock like a god she was worshiping.

Although Alison was worshipping his cock, he was left in no doubt as to who was in charge, she steadily quickened her pace, building his excitement and feeling his cock respond but as soon as she sensed his cum rising she instinctively backed off, withdrawing her mouth and just licking his cock while looking at him with a teasing smile. It was like a game, except one in which Bobby knew he was hopelessly out of his depth, he tried to control his cum and keep from getting too close but his mother could tell he was holding back and used her tongue and lips to tease and stimulate him so well it was hopeless, she bobbed her lips up and down on his dick taking him deep in her mouth and gently stroking the rest of his shaft but as he felt his balls ready to empty their load she slowed her pace and reduced her sucking before withdrawing completely and kissing his swollen balls. 

Eventually Bobby was so dazed from all the teasing he hardly knew where he was and Alison could see he was desperate to cum, his cock was bloated and purple, the veins standing out on the shaft and the head so swollen it the was taut and shiny. Much as she loved sucking his cock and controlling him with her lips and tongue, knowing she was able to bring him to the brink of ecstasy and back again whenever she wanted, she also realised that she was being selfish to deny him his orgasm for too long. She sensuously swirled her tongue over the head of his cock before leaning forward to let her big heavy tits hang either side of his cock, swinging them slightly so they bumped against his turgid monster dick. She knew how much he loved her tits and chuckled as her boobs caused him to moan in renewed frustration, before sliding back down, kissing his hard abs as she made her way back to his prick for the final round. 

"Mmmm, I think it's a good job I didn't order desert earlier, I think I am going to get one soon." she squeezed his balls gently feeling how heavy and full they felt before slowly engulfing his cock with her lips and letting her beautiful mouth slide down his cock. 

Jeezus, he loved when his mom sucked him off, and he didn't mind the teasing because he knew the end was always worth it, but Bobby didn't think he could take much more. His mom's beautiful mouth, the same mouth that had kissed him goodbye when he went to school, was doing things to his cock he didn't believe possible. Her tongue teased and caressed his shaft and head as her lips sensuously slid up and down his shaft in a steady, inexorable rhythm that let him know this was the moment. His balls tightened and he felt his cum begin to rise as he crested his orgasm, his cock swelling and pulsing before erupting in her sweet mouth. He closed his eyes as his whole body spasmed while his cock erupted in his mother's mouth, his thick cream flooding her cheeks and filling them to overflowing, as fast as she could gulp his cum down more spewed out as she drank greedily from his fountain of life. Finally his orgasm abated but she continued to suckle on his huge cock, drawing the last few drops out and nursing on it. She gently sucked and caressed his magnificent cock for a new minutes more, reluctant to give it up, before finally releasing it and moving up his body to lean over him, looking into his eyes, her big tits hanging in front of his face. 

"Better?"

"Oh god mom, I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life."

"Yes, well I think you excelled yourself tonight in that department." she scooped up a dribble of cum that had escaped her lips and sucked it off her finger, savouring the thick, tangy cum before sending it down to join the bellyful of his cum.

"Well, after how long you were teasing me I'm not surprised."

"Teasing? I thought you liked it."

"I did, I do. It's amazing You're amazing."

"Oh Bobby." She kissed him and he once again tasted his tangy residue in her mouth, but he didn't care. 

They were both so tired after the day's adventures they collapsed in bed and were asleep almost instantly. The following morning Bobby once again awoke to find the bed empty and the door to the balcony open. He rose blearily, remembering the day before and his mother's public hand job in the bar. He wondered if he could persuade her to suck his cock in public the way she had last night, the thought of all those girls gathering round to admire her beautiful big tits and shapely body while she sucked his cock like a champion seemed a pretty good way to spend the morning, or the day for that matter. His cock lurched as he considered the idea and made his way out to the balcony. His mother was stood admiring the view as she did yesterday, and as yesterday she was stark naked. He approached her silently wanting to surprise her as lovers do, her shapely ass was inclined towards him and as she leant out admiring the view her heavy tits hung out over the railing.

He decided to repeat yesterday's experience and slide his cock between her thighs, imagining her reaction as she saw his cock emerge from between her legs once again. He bent his knees slightly and angled his dick towards the gap between her thighs, before thrusting forward. As he did this Alison chose the same moment to lean out to get a better look at the beach as it stretched out along the coast, and Bobby's cock, instead of sliding between her legs slipped between the folds of her pussy and against her pussy opening, before he knew what had happened Bobby found the end of his cock enveloped in a wet warm velvety grip.

Alison had been admiring the view, oblivious to Bobby's approach when suddenly she was aware of a hard pressure between her legs and then inside her. Her confusion turned to panic when she realised it was Bobby.

"Stop!! Bobby no!"

"Oh god, I didn't mean to, it just..." 

"Stop it, don't..."

"I didn't mean...."

His words trailed off and they stayed like that, motionless, frozen in time, the head of his cock inside her pussy, Alison gripping the rail of the balcony waiting for him to withdraw..

It hadn't been his intention to do this but now his cock was inside her he was gripped by a feverish desire.

"Just let me feel it inside you once, and I'll take it out straight away."

"Bobby no, please..."

"Just once...."

She made a sound, he wasn't sure if it was a sob but didn't say anything, so he slowly inched forward, feeding his huge cock into her tight, wet pussy. He couldn't believe how tight she felt, it was like fucking a teenager.

"Bobby no... please."

"Just little more..."

She groaned as he slipped another inch inside her, her hands gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turned white. He was almost halfway inside her now and slowed his pace, delicately feeding his cock in an inch at a time until he felt his mother reaching back to stop him, putting her hand on his hip.

"Bobby no more... it's too big."

His cock throbbed inside her, he didn't trust himself to move incase he lost it and shot his thick load inside her. They stayed like that, motionless, his cock buried deep in his mother's pussy, the very place where he had come into existence. Time seemed to have stood still when he became dimly aware of his mother's voice.

"Wha...."

"For god's sake take it out Bobby.... please!"

"Oh..."

He slowly withdrew his cock until only the head was inside, reflecting on how good it would feel to slide it back in again, filling her tight pussy once again, but he had given his word so he withdrew it with a wet plop. His mother turned to face him slowly, tears in her eyes and looked at him with angry reproach. He opened his mouth to speak but she slapped him across the face before he could say anything.

He was too shocked to know what to say or do as she ran past him and out of the room slamming the door behind her, not caring she was naked, not knowing where she was going. He looked down at his cock, two thirds of it was wet with his mom's pussy juice and he ran his finger over it before bringing it to his lips to smell the musky aroma and taste it. He ran his finger over his cock head again, smearing her juices over his glans, the glans that had been buried deep inside her, remembering how had nearly cum inside her. Imagine if he had, if he'd filled her pussy with his cum, his cock bucked, it was too much for him and his dick erupted shooting ropes of sperm over the balcony and past the railing into the morning air. As his orgasm subsided and he returned to his senses the reality of what had happened and what he had done came home and he felt a sick lurch in the pit of his belly. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 15



How do Bobby and Alison resolve this one? Find out in Chapter 16. See you there!



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 16



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further.

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Alison ran blindly from the hotel room, not knowing where she was going; only that she had to escape. The sensation of the huge piece of meat between her legs was still vivid, the huge piece of meat that was her son's cock, her son that she had created in that very same place. Oh, God! What was she doing? What had she been thinking?

She rode down in the elevator and stepped out into the lobby, suddenly aware that, in her haste; she hadn't even bothered to dress and was naked. She felt acutely aware of her nudity; but as she looked around, no one seemed to pay her much notice, apart from a few admiring glances. Being naked clearly seemed the norm around here; and besides, she didn't intend to go back to her room to get dressed. She couldn't cope with confronting Bobby yet. How could he have done that? Hadn't she made it clear to him that they could never cross that boundary, that intercourse... fucking... wasn't on offer? 

She wandered through the resort, not really knowing where she was heading until she found a bar. Even at this time of the morning there were a few people inside; and Alison certainly needed a drink. She gave the barman her room number and ordered a double gin and tonic, before finding a quiet corner to sit and gather her thoughts.

She was aware that she was still moist between her legs; and as she remembered the feeling of her son inside her, she felt a flush of arousal wash over her in spite of herself. Is that really why she was so angry, because she wanted him to make love to her? Had she really wanted him to stop? She could have fought him off, pushed him away. Instead she just stood there, and let him push himself deeper and deeper inside her until she didn't think it could go any further; and still he slid further into her. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so full, it was... well, it was when John had made love to her, Bobby's father who'd created her son in that very place Bobby had just violated. She downed her drink, not knowing what to think. How messed up was all this? 

She caught sight of herself in a mirror, and was reminded of her nudity, her big tits jutting out obscenely over the table, recalling that it was her idea to come here, to be at a swingers resort with Bobby, to let him "get it out of his system''. What could she expect from a horny teenage boy when she walked around naked in front of him and teased him, that he wouldn't want to make love to her?

"Are you okay?" 

The voice startled her; and she looked up to see a pretty oriental waitress wearing just an apron.

"You looked a little upset when you came in."

"Um, yes, thank you. I'm fine." Alison went to have another sip her of her drink, but noticed it was empty.

"Can I get you another?"

"Yes, please."

The waitress walked off, her naked butt swaying as she did. How much of this was really Bobby's fault she wondered. She had allowed things to proceed and brought him here. Surely, it was natural for him to think that things were going to progress. And was it really just him that wanted it? She remembered the night at the hotel in New York: making out and thinking how easy it would have been to take him inside her, to feel the way she had when John had made love to her... except it wasn't John, it was Bobby; and what was she thinking? He was a teenage boy led by his hormones and that big dick of his. She was the one who was supposed to be responsible.

The waitress returned with her drink.

"You sure you're ok?"

"Yes I'm fine, thank you. I just had an...argument with my....partner, that's all."

"Oh well, I'm sure he'll come round pretty soon. You're too beautiful to be on your own for long!"

Alison smiled at the girl. "Thank you."

"And besides, make up sex is always the best."

Alison said nothing and simply sipped her drink.

"Oh wow!"

Alison looked up to see the girl was staring intently. Following her gaze to see the source of her interest; she found herself looking at Bobby. He scanned the bar and spotted Alison, making his way over.

"Is this your guy?"

"Um, yes."

"I can see why. Nature certainly blessed him!" 

The waitress was clearly impressed as she watched Bobby approach. He was naked, and although his cock was soft, it still swung about as he walked, his heavy balls bouncing against his legs as he made his way across the bar.

"I'll leave you two alone." The waitress made her way back to the bar.

"I've been looking for you all round."

"I just needed to be alone... and think."

"I'm so sorry...about what happened. I swear to God it was an accident."

"How can you say it was an accident!? You... put it in when I told you to stop."

"I mean it was an accident. I... you know... put it in... I meant to put it between your legs, like yesterday... and surprise you."

"Well you certainly did that." She took a sip of her drink.

"I mean it was an accident I put it in."

"Well that might have been true; but it wasn't an accident you put it all the way inside me."

"But I didn't..."

"How can you say that?"

"I mean it wasn't all the way inside you..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it wasn't all the way in."

"It wasn't all..." She let the words sink in. She'd felt him so deep inside her it was almost painful and it wasn't even the whole length. She sipped her drink again and drained the glass. Here she was naked in a bar in the morning drinking gin and tonics, after just nearly getting fucked by her son. What a model mother she was! She caught the eye of the waitress, who nodded and went to fix her another drink.

"I mean, I know I shouldn't have, you know, put it in further; but I just figured, if it was already inside, another couple of inches wouldn't make much difference."

"It wasn't just a couple of inches..."

"Um well, ok it was more than a couple... I just thought....I don't know what I thought, I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."

The waitress brought Alison's drink over and gave her a conspiratorial smile while checking Bobby out. Alison sipped the drink, feeling the alcohol going to her head.

"I suppose it's not really your fault Bobby. I mean, you are a young man with all the urges young men have; and I've been walking round like this..." she gestured at her nakedness and Bobby took the moment to admire her tits, feeling his cock begin to twitch once again. He didn't know what to say so he simply said "I love you, Alison." 

"I love you too, Bobby."

She looked at his handsome face, so like his father, and felt her heart melt. They looked into each other's eyes for a few minutes without speaking. Bobby moved closer to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She was reluctant at first, but slowly began to respond. Her lips opened and allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth as they embraced. She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. Feeling something bump her wrist, she looked down to see what it was, and discovered it was his hard cock, jutting up above the table.

"Bobby!"

"Sorry Alison. You're just too beautiful!" He returned to kissing her and she felt his hands on her breasts, squeezing and groping them. His hands on her body felt wonderful; and despite herself, she couldn't help return the passion of his kisses as she felt her body responding. It was wrong. She knew it was; but she couldn't help herself. To feel like a woman again, to be loved and to love, was something that had been missing from her life for too long. She ran her hand over his hard chest, feeling his toned muscles, his hard athletic body contrasting with his soft smooth skin, and felt his cock bump her arm again. She couldn't help herself, and let her hand slide down, encircling and stroking the throbbing column of meat. 

Bobby felt relief that his mom had forgiven him for what happened, and renewed lust for her beautiful body. Her hand stroking his cock sent pleasure coursing through him; and he yearned to return it, to up the ante and bring his mother to orgasm. He pinched her nipples and she inhaled sharply, but thrust her breasts out for more rough treatment, so he squeezed and twisted them, feeling her moan and grip his cock harder. He released her breast and ran his hand down her side towards that forbidden fruit he had nearly consumed earlier. His mother felt his hand moving over her belly towards the juncture of her legs and grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"No Bobby, not here."

"I just want to make you feel good."

"I know but not here. I'm not ready for... all this." She released his cock and composed herself as best she could, considering she was naked in a bar with a hugely aroused teenager next to her. She saw the other people in the bar had been watching. She caught the eye of the waitress who smiled at her. 

"Let's go upstairs." She finished the rest of her drink and stood up, swaying a little. Bobby took her arm and steadied her.

"Oh dear, I don't think I should have been drinking on an empty stomach."

"C'mon, let's get some breakfast."

Alison made her way out of the bar with Bobby following, his hard dick swinging. 

As she passed, the waitress leant over to Alison and whispered "Make up sex is always the best, and he is huge!" 

Alison said nothing, but flushed as she made her way back to reception and up to the room. In the elevator Bobby turned to her and, lifting her chin, kissed her on the mouth again, his cock poking her belly as he did. Pulling her naked body to his, running his hands over her full butt cheeks as her boobs squashed against his chest, his cock was pinned against her belly as they kissed passionately. They were so consumed with one another, it took them a moment to realise the doors had opened and they were at their floor. Alison gently eased herself away from Bobby and exited the elevator, taking his hand and leading him to their room. Bobby's dick was throbbing, fit to burst, as he opened the door. He wasn't sure what to expect from his mom, but sensed a threshold had been crossed. She swayed slightly, still feeling the effects of the drinks on her empty stomach.

"Ohhh, Bobby. I feel a little woozy. Can you order some room service while I have a shower?"

"Sure, no problem."

He was a little disappointed to have to wait, but knew better than to push things. He phoned room service and ordered breakfast, absently stroking his hard cock to alleviate the ache while he spoke to the receptionist. He made his way into the bathroom hoping for a little shower action with his mom; but she was already stepping out.

"Did you order breakfast?"

"Yes it'll be up in a minute."

"Good, why don't you hop in? I'm going to dry in the sun."

Shit. This was getting to be hard work. He washed himself, stroking his cock and remembering the feel of his mom's tight pussy as he buried himself deeper inside her. He could feel his cum beginning to rise as he remembered being deep inside her, and stopped stroking himself before he went too far. He finished his shower as quickly as he could and wandered out to find his mom. She was sitting at the table on the balcony naked, with breakfast laid out and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne.

"Bobby did you order this?"

"No, I guess they just sent it with compliments."

"Oh well, it seems a shame to waste it, this food is delicious."

Alison poured herself and Bobby a glass of wine, her boobs hanging down invitingly as she leaned over the table. 

"Here's to us!" Bobby toasted her; and they clinked their glasses before sipping the cold champagne. Bobby had to agree that the food was great. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until now; and he felt himself getting a buzz from the wine. Alison seemed to have chilled out now and had finished her own glass of wine. She stood to pour another, so Bobby drained his and held it out for a refill. 

"Getting a taste for the highlife, young man?"

"And for the beautiful waitress!"

"Well, compliments will get you everywhere." 

Alison flushed slightly realising what she had said, and Bobby's cock jerked at the thought. All this flirting was Hell; he decided it was time for some action.

"Really? Well how about you come and sit on my knee?"

"I don't know..."

"There's a big tip in it for you."

"I can see more than the tip from here." Alison chuckled as she regarded his hard cock protruding over the table.

Bobby smiled and patted his knee; and Alison slowly sashayed round before placing her arm around his shoulder and settling on his leg.

"Happy?"

"Definitely." 

They looked at one another for a few moments, before Bobby leaned up to kiss her tenderly on the lips, their kiss slowly becoming more passionate as he reached for her big tits , squeezing and playing with them. He felt her responding to his caresses, reaching for his cock and stroking him. It would have been easy to stay like that and just get off; but Bobby sensed the door had opened on more possibilities. As his mother began moaning with her arousal, he reached down and pulled the lever to recline his chair.

"Oohhh!" Alison shrieked at the unexpected movement, falling onto Bobby. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting more comfortable."

"I'm not sure if comfort is the word I'd use."

Alison adjusted her position so she was lying on top of Bobby, straddling him so she could sit up. She took another drink from her glass, looking down at him as he smiled up at her. With his good looks and toned athletic body, she was sure any woman in the resort would jump his bones, especially with a hard on that reached halfway up his belly, and looked like it could hammer a nail in. If only he wasn't her son she would jump him herself, but he was and she couldn't, mustn't....

"What are you thinking?"

"Just that I need to be careful where I sit right now, I don't want a repeat of..." Her voice trailed off, Bobby's cock lurched and she noticed, but didn't say anything.

"You know it really was an accident earlier."

"Was it really?"

"Yes honestly! I mean to start with, but, well, then, I figured if it was, you know, already inside, another inch or two wouldn't make much difference."

"It was more than an inch or two Bobby, a lot more!"

"Well, I guess; but I just wondered what it would be like to be inside, all the way, you know, well, just once."

"Hmmm, well now you know."

"Well, I don't."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... it wasn't all the way."

"Wasn't all the..." She remebered what he'd told her in the bar and felt herself flush at the thought. Despite herself she couldn't help asking "How much was it?"

"Err, about half."

"Half?! Oh God."

She paused and drained her glass while it sank in. Only half his cock was inside her. What would the whole thing feel like, even if she could take it? He sensed she was weighing up what had happened and pressed on.

"Wouldn't you like to know what it would feel like Mom? Just once? I mean, if this is going to be the last time we can be together, wouldn't you like to know how it feels?"

"That's not the point! I told you, we can never have intercourse Bobby, never."

"I didn't say we had to have intercourse."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, just putting it inside isn't intercourse."

"How do you work that out?"

"Well, I mean, if I don't cum, if we don't actually... fuck....errm I mean make love, then it's not actually intercourse. And it's already been inside once."

"By accident."

"Yeah by accident; but it wouldn't be any more than has already happened."

"Bobby, that's just splitting hairs."

"It's not, I mean, intercourse is actually moving in and out and having an orgasm. I mean, we could just put it in and see how it feels, just once."

He felt his heart racing as he sensed she was actually considering it. She looked down at his cock, reaching down and stroking it before holding it up against her stomach."

"Bobby, I don't know if I could, even if I wanted to. Look at it. It's past my belly button."

"Well you told me Dad was big."

"That was a long time ago and, well you are bigger..."

She regarded it; and his dick jerked in her hand as he imagined how it would feel.

"You could take it slow. Just take as much as you want. If you were on top, you'd be in charge."

"That's right I am in charge!" She grew suddenly angry before pausing and collecting herself. "Bobby, I... I do want ...it ... as well; but this whole situation, just scares me so much."

"There's nothing to be scared about. I'm here to protect you."

"But who's going to protect me from you?" She looked serious for a moment, and then smiled, continuing to stroke the huge cock and knowing she wanted it inside her. She stopped stroking and looked Bobby in the eye.

"Bobby, if......and I mean IF I agree to do this you, must promise me one thing."

"Sure"

"Whatever happens, you must promise me that you won't ejaculate. Do you understand? I'm not on birth control and, well... just promise me."

"I promise!" 

Right now he would have promised her his right nut for what he thought was going to happen. She was going to sit on his cock? And take the whole thing? Jeezus! His heart raced; and his mouth was dry with excitement. As he watched her finish the last of her drink before setting down her glass, she paused, considering the magnitude of what she was about to do. He watched breathlessly as she lifted herself over his lap and then took hold of his cock, stroking it a couple of times before rubbing it up and down her slit, his cock head rubbing against her fleshy lips. At first he thought she was teasing him; but then he realised she was using her pussy juice to lubricate the end of his cock, before holding it steady and slowly lowering herself on it. He felt his cock enveloped by a wonderful, hot, velvety, wet embrace. He'd forgotten just how tight she was as she took in the head and the first few inches of his shaft before pausing.

"Oh God. Bobby it's so big!"

"It's ok, just take it slowly."

He looked at the thick veiny column of meat spearing her neat little bush, the pink lips stretched around his girth; and his cock spasmed. She took another deep breath, and slowly let herself down another few inches on his cock.

"Oh God, it's so big." His cock flexed, feeling the wonderful vice-like grip of her pussy on his dick. He reached up, taking hold of her tits and pinching her nipples. "Oh God, that feels good. Harder..." 

She rocked herself slightly on his cock, letting herself slide a little further down on his dick, only a couple of inches remaining outside her now. He ran one hand down her belly and found her clit with his thumb, gently rubbing it. 

"Oh Jeesus, Bobby! Oh God!" He could feel her pussy convulsing around his cock, and realised she was cumming on his cock. Her body shuddered and her pussy gripped his cock as an orgasm rushed through her. He thrust up into her, burying his cock in her to the hilt.

"OH GODDDDD! OHHHHHHHHH! SO DEEEP! SO DEEP!"

She gripped his arm with her hand, her nails digging into his skin, her eyes closed as she came harder than she could ever remember, her pussy gripping and releasing his cock. He could feel his balls tightening and willed himself to hold back, he knew if he hadn't cum earlier he would never have been able to stop himself. What if he came? He imagined shooting his load in her pussy, filling her with his cum, and imagined if he made her pregnant. His cock spasmed again at the thought of making a baby brother in his own mother's womb. The thought was so wicked and yet somehow so exciting at the same time. Bobby's balls pulled up and he exercised every last ounce of self-restraint to keep from climaxing as his mother came down from her own orgasm.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 16



"Oh God Bobby, I'm sorry...."

"It's okay mom, I think you'd better get off me I'm.... gonna..."

"What? Oh I see, oh goodness..." 

Alison pushed herself up and off Bobby's cock just in time, holding it in her hand as she slid off it. He felt the cool air on his dick, slick with his mother's juices, and felt her fingers round his shaft as she climbed off him and finally he could hold back no longer.

"Ohhhh shit..." 

His cum blasted out splattering the underside of Alison's tits before dribbling back down her belly. The next load splashed onto Bobby's chest and the next onto the chair. Alison put her hand over the end of his cock to try to contain the mess; and his cum splashed off the palm of her hand before splattering onto her legs, the last few spurts running back down over his cock and onto his balls. Neither one of them could meet the other's eyes, but they both knew that things were never going to be quite the same again.

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In Chapter 17 Alison faces a tough choice, surrender herself completely to Bobby or expose their incestuous relationship.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 17



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction with the exception of Literotica. All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story, please rate it in the comments section.

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After they had cleaned up, Bobby and Alison were so tired they went back to bed. Alison fell asleep quickly with the effects of the alcohol; and Bobby lay awake thinking about what had happened. Twice in one morning he had slid his cock into his mother's tight pussy, first by accident...and then by design. The image of his mother lowering herself onto him inch by inch, before he buried himself to the hilt, replayed in his mind, the feeling of her warm wet pussy cumming on his cock vivid, as if he was experiencing it again. He could feel himself getting hard, and sensed that a boundary had been crossed. Surely, now that she had climbed on him once, she wouldn't deny him a repeat performance? She couldn't deny she wanted it as well. Her arousal was obvious, her orgasm while he was buried inside her proof enough of that. The thought of fucking her and watching her cum seemed almost too exciting to bear, he imagined pounding her while her big tits swung around as he drifted off to sleep. 

The morning's excitement had taken its toll on them both; and they sleep through 'till the afternoon. Bobby awoke first and looked over at his beautiful mother. She had pushed the sheets off and lay with her back to him. He looked at her curvy peach-like bottom and felt a rush of excitement; as he could make out her puffy pussy lips peeking through. His cock lurched as he remembered the feeling of being buried inside her, and her pussy spasming on him as she came. What would she think if he slid into her now, he wondered? 

God, how good it would feel to slip back inside that wonderfully tight, slippery tunnel. How would she react? Would she freak out, or would she surrender to the pleasure? Would she push back onto him, encouraging him to feed her more of his cock, greedily consuming his huge shaft? Would she start gently rocking on him as she had before; and if he responded by gently sliding in and out, would she complain or allow him to continue, until he was sliding a few inches, and finally the whole length, in and out of her? His dick spasmed again; and he idly reached down and stroked his cock, as he imagined his hard dick slamming in and out of his beautiful mother. God, that would feel so good. He wondered how long he could keep from cumming. And when he needed to, then what? Would she push him away, tell him to shoot his load over her ass, or would she want him to carry on, to fill her with his seed? 

He stroked his cock as he imagined pumping his load into her, and felt a dribble of pre-cum run down the head. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his mother begin to stir.

"Mmmmmfff, oh dear, what time is it?" She yawned as she rolled over and stretched, her big tits thrusting out as she did. 

"Um, nearly 6pm, you were out for a while."

"Six?? Goodness, I've slept the whole day away!"

"Well, I guess you were tired."

"Mmmm, well, gin and tonics for breakfast didn't really help," she remarked ruefully.

"How long have you been up?" She glanced at his cock, which was throbbing, peering back at her with its evil eye, and flushed. "I mean awake."

"Not long, just a little before you. How are you?"

"A little sleepy. That's all."

"No I mean, after... this morning?"

"Oh...that." She paused, remembering the events and considering. "Well, aside from feeling like some of my internal organs have been moved about, the sky hasn't fallen in; and we've not been struck down by lightning... so I suppose I'm ok."

His dick jumped. If she was ok, did that mean a repeat performance was in the cards?

"Bobby, this trip... I wanted it to be closure. I wanted us to be able to get back to some kind of normality again."

Uh oh, where was this going? Every time she started talking about being normal, it led to a set of blue balls for Bobby.

"I'm not sure what normal even is anymore; but do you think we can we just try to be like mother and son for an evening?"

This wasn't sounding good; but he figured it was best not to force things. 

"Sure, I'm always your son, you know that."

"I know but..." She looked down at her and Bobby, lying naked in bed with Bobby's erection glaring back her. How could she have been so stupid as to get herself into this.

"Look, can we go out to dinner, at one of the restaurants in the non- nude zones? I just want to have an evening with my son without having everyone staring at us."

"Staring at us?" 

"Well, at... that." She regarded his cock.

"Oh, do they?"

"Bobby, don't play dumb. Of course they do, they could hardly miss it, especially when it seems to be permanently erect."

"Well I thought they were looking at you, I mean you're not exactly hard on the eyes Mom." 

"If you mean men staring at my boobs, I'm used to that. I've had to put up with it all my life practically."

"I didn't mean just that, I mean you are beautiful."

She smiled and blushed.

"Oh Bobby, just like your father." 

They looked at one another for a moment; and he knew he would never love another woman the way he loved Alison. If she wanted a normal meal she would have one. His hard on would just have to wait.

They showered and dressed, Bobby wearing his suit that he knew his mother liked; and she wore a white dress that showed off the tan she had started to get. It was relatively modest; but Alison's figure still made it look sexy. The neckline was low enough to show some eye-catching cleavage.

They made their way downstairs, heading off to one of the resort's non-nude areas. There was a selection of shops, bars and restaurants, for guests who wanted a more conservative experience, or just a break from the hedonism that prevailed elsewhere. The restaurant was still fairly quiet; and they chatted and ate like old times. Alison seemed to relax and enjoyed her evening, helped by a bottle of Merlot that was soon joined by a second. 

Bobby smiled and chatted, cracking jokes and making his mother laugh. This was partly because he loved to see her happy; but the fact that it also made her tits wobble like two plates of jello didn't hurt either. He couldn't help but let his mind wander to the memory of his naked mom, astride his dick as she came earlier in the day. He imagined her riding his cock, her tits bouncing up and down on her chest as she slid up and down him, taking them both closer and closer to orgasm. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but he sensed it would be worth the wait.

"Are you even listening?"

"What?...Yes...of course I am."

"Really, because you've just been staring at my boobs for the last 5 minutes; and I don't think you heard a word I said."

"Errr, sorry, I was just struck by how lovely you're looking tonight."

"Hmmmm... well it would be nice if you looked at my face once in a while as well."

"Um... sorry. Wow, this wine is really nice...Cheers!" he raised his glass to toast her and she responded with a wry smile at his changing the subject.

After they finished the meal, they decided to check out some of the other night spots since it was still early. They wandered into a Hawaiian themed bar called "Aloha". The waitresses were wearing grass skirts and bikini tops, which would have been positively overdressed for the rest of the resort, but looked quite sexy in the more conservative atmosphere of the clothed section. Overall it was quite cheesy but fun; and Alison ordered some cocktails that came in over-the-top pineapple containers with fruit and umbrellas. Bobby was having to keep one hand in his pocket to restrain his cock; and was thinking of suggesting they sit down so he could get some relief, when he noticed a brunette in a black dress waving at them. She made her way over and Bobby nudged Alison.

"Hey, look! It's Cynthia."

"What, oh no..."

"What's the problem, I thought you liked her?"

"It was you that liked her as I recall; and anyway, I didn't say I don't like her, I just wanted us to have a normal evening, whatever normal is these days."

Bobby didn't have a chance to respond by the time Cynthia arrived.

"Hi you two! Wow, you look great!" 

"Thanks, so do you." 

"Well, even we dykes like to glam it up once in a while. You know Pamela, right?"

Bobby recognised the curvy blonde with the pageboy haircut next to Cynthia. They were both wearing quite revealing dresses, Cynthia's was a strappy top that just covered her breasts while Pamela was wearing a white dress with a plunging neckline and a push up bra, that made her boobs look like they were going to explode out of her dress. 

"That's the same dress you had isn't it, Alison?" Bobby indicated Cynthia's revealing black number. 

"Um, it's quite similar, yes."

"You wore a dress like this?? Wow! With my little titties, I can get away with it; but you must have been falling out of it! Sorry, but...I mean...that must have looked pretty hot."

Alison flushed at the memory of her night with the investors. "Yes, it was a little...revealing."

"Can I get you guys a drink?" Bobby flashed his trademark smile; and Alison could see even Pam and Cynthia weren't immune to Bobby's charm. 

"Sure, ok."

Bobby fetched the girls some cocktails and handed them to Cyn and Pamela, forgetting that with his hands full his cock was unrestrained. 

"Thanks! Wow, you really are pleased to see us," Cynthia remarked, eyeing the tent in Bobby's pants.

"Um, sorry."

"Don't be. That tool of yours is earning us a lot of cash, and keeping Pam very happy at night as well."

"Excuse me??" Alison interjected.

"I mean the mold we took. I brought one of the toys on holiday with us; and Pamela loves it when I use it on her. You're lucky you have the real thing."

"Oh I see, um, yes, I suppose I am."

They drank some more cocktails and the mood began to relax. Alison was clearly a little peeved at having their evening interrupted; but Pam and Cynthia proved to be really good company, and eventually she began to relax as well. By now the bar was filling up and getting pretty noisy, making it hard to talk. Alison surprised Bobby by suggesting they all go back to their suite and order up some drinks from room service. 

When they arrived in the room, Cynthia and Pam were impressed by the palatial suite, and headed out to the balcony while Bobby ordered up some champagne. 

"Wow, this room is amazing! And look at this view! It's incredible!" 

The champagne arrived and Bobby served it, playing the consummate host, but not bothering to try to cover his straining hard-on any more. The mood was getting looser and looser; and he figured that things were getting more interesting. Alison had put some music on; and Pam and Cynthia were slow dancing together, while Alison sat next to Bobby sipping her champagne. The mood was obviously getting romantic; and Alison leant across to kiss Bobby.

"I love you Bobby Stevens. I hope you know that."

"I love you too, I wish this holiday would never end."

"Mmm, I'll drink to that." Alison sipped the last of her glass and Bobby lifted the bottle out of the ice bucket to refill it, but realized it was empty.

"Oops, looks like I'd better order another bottle."

Bobby called down to room service to get another bottle; and when he returned he noticed Cynthia and Pamela were in a major lip lock. Seeing the two girls making out was making him hornier; and he was contemplating pulling his cock out to stroke it when Cynthia remarked: "You know, it is really too warm to keep all these clothes on. Would anyone mind if I take my dress off?"

Bobby glanced at Alison, who looked a little taken aback, but didn't say anything, so he replied: "I don't mind, in fact, I was just thinking the same thing."

"Cool!" Cynthia slipped out of her dress.

"I think I'll join you. Would you unzip me?" Pam asked, turning so Cynthia could undo her dress before slipping it off with a shimmy, and striking a Marilyn Monroe pose. She had a curvy figure, with a big pair of boobs that contrasted with her page boy haircut; and Bobby couldn't help admiring her as she resumed her sexy dancing with Cynthia. 

"Fuck it, I've had blue balls long enough," thought Bobby. "Let's get this party started."

"Hope you don't mind if I join you?"

"We don't mind, do we?" replied Pamela; and Cynthia smiled her approval. Bobby didn't need any more encouragement, and slipped off his jacked and shirt before removing his trousers, letting his erection wave about in the air.

"Wow the famous Penis de Milo. Doesn't it ever go down?" asked Pam.

"Not with three beautiful women around," he smiled. He heard a knock from the main door and realized that room service had arrived with the wine. He went and let in the waitress, a cute little Mexican girl who seemed quite shy. She glanced nervously at Bobby's cock, before setting the wine down on the table and scurrying off, not even waiting for a tip.

"Bobby, you frightened the poor girl off." laughed Cynthia, breaking off from kissing Pam. Bobby said nothing; but admired the two naked girls as they sensuously rubbed their bodies against one another, Pam's pale curves contrasting with Cynthia's taught body and olive coloured skin.

Bobby opened the wine and poured his mom a glass, noticing she was glaring at him. 

"What's wrong?"

"Enjoying the view?" she whispered, so that Pam and Cyn didn't hear.

"I'd enjoy it a lot more if you were naked as well."

"I didn't think you'd notice."

"Are you kidding?"

"Well you are obviously very...excited..." She regarded his hard-on, "...about them." She glanced at the girls who were making out naked.

"I've had this," he gestured at his erection, "...all day long thinking about you, and only you. And you were the one who invited them up here. Why did you ask them if you didn't want them here?"

"I know, I'm sorry, they're just, well young and..."

"Stop with the 'young', will you?! You're young and beautiful, and look better than women half your age. Now why don't you slip out of these clothes, and let me see your beautiful body again?"

"I don't know..."

"C'mon, they've already seen us naked on the beach, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, your huge knockers will probably intimidate the hell out of 'em!" 

"Bobby!" Alison admonished him but couldn't help smiling bashfully and after a moment's thought nodded her assent. 

Bobby helped his mom to her feet, and tenderly slipped her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. They stood naked facing one another; and he lifted her chin so he could look at her and kiss her tenderly on the lips.

"Oh good, more champagne, I was getting thirsty," announced Cynthia, as she and Pam made their way over to the table to join Bobby and Alison. He refiled all the glasses and raised his for a toast. "Here's to happy times!" They clinked glasses and drank.

Pamela glanced at Bobby's cock again, "I'm sorry I don't mean to stare, but when Cynthia brought the rubber version home, I told her she must have stretched the mold to make it bigger."

Bobby felt his cock swell at the compliment and pushed himself forward slightly. "Nope it's all me."

"Can I touch it?" Pam looked from Bobby to Alison and finally Cynthia. Bobby just grinned while Alison gave a forced smile and shrugged; and Cynthia simply laughed. 

"You're asking me? After I've blown him, I think the least your entitled to is to cop a feel. That's if Alison doesn't mind."

Alison did mind. The prospect of these girls admiring her sons cock and wanting to paw it made her jealous as hell; but she forced herself to simply smile. "You wanted him to meet other women and get this out of his system, remember?" she reminded herself.

Pamela reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed.

"Wow, it's like a rock! The dildo is only rubber; but this thing feels like it's carved out of granite." She continued to explore his shaft, feeling up and down its length before exploring the plum-like head, running the velvety foreskin back and forwards over the glans. It wasn't so much that she was playing with him, more just curious to explore his dick.

"The skin is so soft, you know if I was going to go straight for a night I think it would be with this."

She finally released his cock and hefted his balls, surprised at their weight and size.

"So, do you believe me now?" asked Cynthia with a wry look.

"Ohh, you didn't exaggerate. That's a great cock you have Bobby!" She smiled, patting his dick on the head like a puppy. They all laughed at the sight; and even Alison felt herself smiling, even sensing a certain pride at her son's oversized dick. They fell silent and Alison became aware of Pamela shyly looking at her boobs.

"And I wasn't exaggerating about Alison either was I?" Cyn commented, noticing her girlfriends' gaze.

"Sorry I didn't mean to stare," giggled Pamela. "I guess Cynthia told you I have a thing for big boobs. I suppose it's 'cause I got some myself, not that I can compare to you."

"Imagine how I feel! I look like a 12-year-old next to you two!" remarked Cynthia.

"Awww, but you got a great ass, and I told you, I like small perky ones too!" she smiled at Cyn before turning her attention to Alison again. "But yours are HUGE, you must be used to getting a lot of attention."


"Umm, well yes. I do get my share of glances."

"I'm sorry, I just have to ask would you mind if I...?" Pamela glanced at Bobby and Alison's breasts with a questioning look. It took Bobby a moment to work out she was asking for permission to touch them, to feel up his mother.

"Sure, go ahead, I mean that's if you don't mind?" Bobby looked at Alison.

"Well, I don't know, I mean... "

"Well, Pamela's already stroked me; so I guess it's only fair." He wasn't sure what sort of logic was involved in that statement; but the prospect of seeing Alison and Pamela getting into a clinch was too good to pass up. Alison was obviously still a little unsure; but the alcohol was loosening her up and the attention was quite flattering.

"Well, I suppose it would be ok."

She stood patiently while Pam approached her and gently cupped her knockers, lifting the huge mounds and weighing them.

"Wow, they are so heavy."

"Tell me about it."

"They're just made for motor boating!"

"Motor boating?" Alison looked confused.

"Don't tell me you've never been motor boated?!"

"No."

"Well allow me to be the first." Pam put her face between Alison's boobs and shook them "Muummm umm umm umm umm umm!"

She withdrew her face and, smiling, looked at Alison as they all laughed. "That's motor boating!!" 

"Oh I see! Goodness, well that's a first!" Alison laughed and the mood relaxed. 

"Your nipples are so cute," remarked Pamela as she ran her fingertips over the nubs and felt them harden, "Mmmmmmm, I've just got to."

With that, Pamela moved closer and licked Alison's nipples, gently tickling them with her tongue, feeling them harden even more, before taking one of them in her mouth and sucking on it. Alison couldn't stifle a gasp as she felt the other girl's tender lips and tongue gently working on her nipple. She relaxed and allowed Pamela to continue to gently squeeze and worship her tits, the gentle touch of another woman being so different, but very pleasurable. 

"Do you mind if I join you?" asked Cynthia, moving in closer. "There's obviously more than enough to go 'round. Pamela surrendered one of Alison's breasts; and Cynthia cupped it in both hands and began sucking on the teat, while Pamela continued to work on its companion. Alison moaned in pleasure, the sensation of having two women sucking her tits simultaneously was a new one to her, and one she was very much enjoying. 




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 17



Alison wasn't the only one enjoying it. Bobby wished he had a camera to record the image of two sexy young women feasting on his mother's bounteous boobs; but he had to make do with storing it in the mental photo album of his brain instead. All the same, he couldn't resist stroking his cock as he watched the three women caressing one another in a tableau, like some classical statue, except this was living flesh and not marble. 

Alison was moaning out loud now as Pamela ran a hand down her belly and between her legs to rub her pussy. At first Alison grabbed Pam's arm to stop her; but she was too overwhelmed by the sensations coming from her breasts to put up much more than token resistance, and she allowed Pamela's hand to slowly slip lower, and slide into the hot wet valley between her legs.

Pamela delicately rubbed Alison's clit, feeling her respond. The relaxing effects of the alcohol and the waves of pleasure were too much. Alison found herself surrendering to the ministrations of the two girls, thrusting her breasts out as she felt Pamela's fingers sliding inside her. She felt herself nearing the edge as mouths, hands and fingers worked her over.

"Ohhhh Goddddd!!"! Alison came on Pam's fingers, shuddering through a climax as Bobby watched on, idly stroking his giant cock at the sight. She finally came down from her high, and was embarrassed to have cum so hard in front of two strangers, plus her own son.

Cynthia looked 'round at Bobby, "Aw, Bobby, sorry you've been left out of the girls' fun."

Pamela reluctantly released Alison's breast and looked round at Bobby stroking his cock.

"Aw, poor Bobby, just stroking his big dick. I think it's time we let these two fuck, Cyn."

Bobby's cock lurched in his hand at the suggestion; and he had to stop stroking as the image entered his mind. Cynthia and Pamela were expecting him to fuck his mom in front of them.

Alison's eyes snapped open; and she suddenly felt an icy chill in her stomach.

"What did you say?"

"I said we should let you two fuck, seeing as Bobby is so horny." Pam looked puzzled at Alison's reaction.

"I didn't, I mean, I don't... I didn't say anything about agreeing to do that."

"You didn't have to. I mean, you're pussy's soaking wet; and Bobby is hard as a rock. What else were you going to do?"

"But I don't... I mean we... it's not something we do..."

"You don't fuck?!?!?!"

"What, no, I mean of course, but, not in front of other people."

"What, you're suddenly shy?" laughed Cynthia. 

"I didn't mean that, it's just, I'm not used to doing, things like that in front of others."

Pam and Cynthia exchanged puzzled glances.

"But Cyn told me you both sucked Bobby's cock in New York; and when we met you on the beach you were covered in Bobby's cum."

"Well that's... different."

"Different? How different? You get Bobby off in front of a bar full of people and walk about covered in his cum; but you don't want to fuck in front of two people?"

"It's just different," was all Alison could weakly respond with.

"I mean, it's up to you; but if I was straight and horny and my boyfriend had a giant hard-on, I'd be getting pounded silly right now, not talking. I mean, you do... fuck, right?"

"Of course!" Alison flushed.

"Alison, is there something going on with you and Bobby you want to tell us about?" enquired Cynthia.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's something about you two that's different. I mean, you don't seem like a normal couple somehow."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, like somehow you're almost not like a boyfriend and girlfriend, but like something else, like, I don't know, brother and sister."

"That's ridiculous! How can you say something like that?! Are you accusing us of incest?"

"Incest??? What the fuck?! No. I said 'like' brother and sister, like you're closer in some ways than most couples. Where did incest come from?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overreact."

"Look, it's none of my business. I admit I was looking forward to seeing Bobby sink that thing into you; but if there's some reason you guys don't want to do it, then that's up to you."

"I didn't say we don't want to do it."

"Well Bobby certainly does, don't you?" Cynthia giggled looking at Bobby stroking his cock, which was drooling pre-cum in a long strand. "Poor guy looks like he's ready to explode. Right?"

Bobby simply nodded, his brain fried by what was going down.

"So I guess it's up to you." Cynthia turned back to Alison, who looked nervously from Pamela to Cynthia, and finally Bobby. Things were taking a very dangerous turn. Cynthia and Pamela were regarding her very suspiciously, clearly aware something was going on, and after her blurting out the incest word, they were even more suspicious. What excuse was she going to give for not having sex with Bobby? If she didn't, they were bound to get more suspicious; and if they worked out the truth, then what? They could expose her, get her fired, lose her the contracts, get Bobby kicked out of college...She looked at Bobby gazing back at her, his eyes filled with lust. She'd denied him the final goal she knew he wanted, and now his expression, and above all his hard cock, told her all she needed to know about Bobby's state of mind. What else was there to do? Offer herself to him, or risk exposure and ruin. 

"I'm sorry, I was being silly, this is all a little new to me, I'm afraid." 

She looked Bobby in the eye and gave a barely perceptible nod. And in response, Bobby's cock jerked so violently it would be visible from the International Space Station. Shit, his mom was giving him permission to... fuck her?? 

He approached her like a man in a dream, because he worried this really was a dream; and at any moment he would wake up. As he drew face to face with her, she leant forward and kissed him on the lips before whispering in his ear, "Just do what you have to Bobby; but whatever happens, don't cum inside me."

Don't cum inside her? Right now, he was so excited he was worried he would cum before he GOT inside her. He watched, dazed, as she lay back on a sun lounger and spread her legs for him. He stood dementedly, leering at her beautiful pussy completely exposed to him for the first time, the lips pink and puffy with arousal, the slit wet with her juices. He lowered himself down onto his knees and held his cock down so it was level with her opening. The opening where he had entered the world, he thought with a sick jolt. Fuck, was he really going to do this? He looked into her eyes as she once again signaled her agreement to him. His dick spasmed and lurched; and he didn't trust himself to move for a moment or two. Finally he edged forward, rubbing his cock against her pussy, letting the juices lubricate the head of his dick, before sliding it down and pushing forward against her opening. 

The bloated head of his cock slowly slipped inside her; and he heard her inhale as she stretched to accommodate him, until finally the ridge of his glans slid in. He slowly edged his cock inside her, being mindful not to go too deep or too hard, partly to avoid hurting his mother, but also because he didn't want to risk losing it and blowing his wad. He sank deeper and deeper into her warm wet pussy, until he was about two thirds of the way inside. He paused to gather his self-control, and give her a chance to get used to him, before slowly sliding back out until just the head was inside, and then gently feeding his giant member back inside her. 

He knew how good her pussy felt from having nearly cum just from being inside her; so he continued to gently and slowly fuck her, occasionally taking a short break when he could feel his cum boiling. His mom initially remained quiet, apart from the occasional moan or gasp when he thrust into her, as she adjusted to his size.

"That's it Bobby, let her have the whole thing." He looked over, and Pam and Cynthia were sitting opposite on a chair, caressing each other while they watched. He looked up at his mother and she nodded at him. His cock spasmed inside her at the thought that she was wanting him to thrust his dick all the way inside her; although whether it was to put on a show for Pam and Cyn, to allay their suspicions, or because she wanted him all the way inside her, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was happy to comply, and slowly fed his cock deeper and deeper into her, until his balls were bumping against her ass. She gripped his arm as she felt him so deep inside her it hurt, then she felt his cock withdraw almost all the way out, before thrusting back into her. 

God, this was her own son, fucking her, what had she done? She didn't have time to contemplate further, before she felt him withdraw and slam back into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Oh God what was she doing? She gripped his arm harder, her loins on fire as his huge cock plowed into her again and again. Try as she might, she couldn't deny the waves of pleasure that spread from her pussy and threatened to engulf her, as she felt him push deep inside once more. She rode the waves of pleasure as he continued to pound his giant dick into her, and could fight no more against the orgasm that tore through her. She gripped his arm and threw back her head.

"Ohhhh Godddddd, Bobbbbyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

He could feel her pussy spasming 'round his cock as he slammed into her. Looking down, her face was contorted in ecstasy, as her giant tits flew about with the force of their fucking. His heavy balls slammed against her ass as he continued to bury every inch of his cock into her. He felt like he could conquer the world right now. He felt like a superhero, "Bobby Stevens Captain Motherfucker!," he thought dementedly. As her orgasm subsided, Bobby felt his cum rising and remembered his mother's request. He desperately wanted to pump his cum deep inside her; but at the last moment exercised every ounce of self-restraint he had, and pulled out of her just as the first blast erupted from his cock hitting her full in the face. The next splashed across her tits and into her hair, the next across her belly and into her mouth, the remainder on her tits and stomach. They remained frozen like that, Bobby's spasming cock dribbling a strand of cum that hung down towards her pussy. 

Pam and Cynthia broke the silence with a round of applause and cheering. 

"Holy shit, that was hot! I didn't believe you were going to take the whole thing!" remarked Pamela.

"I'd forgotten how much you cum, you've soaked her!" laughed Cynthia. "Actually his cum tastes pretty good, want to try some?"

"Sure."

Bobby watched as Pamela and Cynthia knelt either side of Alison and licked his cum off her tits. If he could have been more turned on, he would have been by the sight of the two beautiful women licking his thick creamy sperm off his even more beautiful mother's tits. Both girls had mouthfuls of his thick cream and faced each other smiling.

"Id adually oes aste ood!" giggled Pam, trying not to spill any.

"I old ooo!" replied Cynthia, leaning across Alison to give Pam a spermy kiss before both girls swallowed Bobby's cum. He looked down past his twitching cock and the two girls to his mother, still recovering from her orgasm, and caught her eye. She looked back at him in a way that told him somehow things would never be quite the same again.



Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 18



The usual disclaimers apply, the story contains incest and sexual scenes so if you are likely to be offended by this please don't read any further. The characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction with the exception of Literotica. All feedback is appreciated and if you like the story, please rate it in the comments section.

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Chapter 18

Bobby awoke before Alison the following morning. The night before had obviously taken its toll; and she was still sound asleep. Bobby didn't need to look down at the huge tent in the sheets to know he was hard as a rock. Just thinking about the previous day's events was enough to make his cock twitch. Three times he'd plunged his cock into his mother; and twice he'd felt her pussy convulsing on his cock as she came. There was no way she could deny her pleasure. As much as she might say it was a boundary that could never be crossed, they had done the deed. 

He pulled the sheets back so he could admire his hard on, the head of his cock purple and shiny with his arousal, as he remembered what it had felt like, plunging his whole length into her last night, and feeling his balls slapping against her butt. As he pulled the covers down, he exposed his mother's naked body; and he felt her stir as the cool morning air made goose bumps appear on her perfect skin. She slept with her back to him; and as she rolled over, he was treated to the view of one mountainous breast, the nipple hard and puckered in the fresh air. 

His cock throbbed at the sight. Fuck, he could jerk off now just from looking at her; but he sensed that patience would pay off today. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down onto the soft pillowy breast, admiring the coolness of her heavy orb, before lightly teasing the hard, rubbery nipple, feeling it stiffen even more. She murmured in her sleep as he toyed with her nipple, before using his hands to encircle the breast and hold it like a giant blancmange with a cherry on top, a cherry he leaned forward over and began to hungrily feast on. 

He licked and then began to gently suck on the teat, flicking it with his tongue as he gently bit it. 

"Mmmmmmmhhh, oohhh, wha... oh Bobby.... what are you doing?"

"Mmmmmmm!" he released her breast with an audible pop. "Sorry mom, I couldn't resist, you're just good enough to eat."

"Oh Bobby, what did we do last night?"

"Um, you don't remember?"

"Of course I do, I just... I mean, Oh Bobby when is this going to end?"

"Well you said when we get home, and we still have another week here."

"Bobby, I'm just frightened where all this is going."

"Mom, where it's going is you and me having a wonderful holiday together and enjoying each other. You are enjoying it, right?"

"That's not the point. Of course I do, I just don't know... oh God, sometimes I wonder what I've done."

"Mom, what you've done is be the best mother in the world to me; and I love you more than ever. Now why don't you stop worrying and relax. We came here to enjoy each other and have a good time, right?"

"I suppose..." she managed a wane smile.

"And right now I'm hungry and want some breakfast."

"Oh I see. Do you want to phone down for room service?" she asked, looking a little puzzled.

"The sort of breakfast I want isn't on the menu, Mom." He gave her a wolfish grin before leaning over her and squeezing her breasts together, gripping them harder now that she was awake.

"Oh Bobby!"

He held the two magnificent breasts together, admiring them for a moment before burying his face in them and feasting on them, sucking the nipples and as much of each breast as he could into his mouth, moving from one delicious creamy mound to the other. He didn't bother trying to be gentle. He knew she liked it better this way.

"Oh, Bobby," She moaned, gripping his hair. At first he thought she was trying to pull him away; but then he realised she was pulling him to her breasts, encouraging him to feed on her bounteous charms. He continued to gorge himself on her magnificent tits for what seemed like hours. No matter how many times he saw and touched them, he couldn't get over how beautiful his mother's breasts were, and how good they felt. 

She was moaning and pulling him to her as she allowed him to have his fill, clearly enjoying his touch as much as he loved to touch her, when he was struck by another idea. At the moment it seemed new possibilities were opening up with each new day; and he sensed this morning he could sate his appetite on more than just his mom's boobs. He continued to squeeze her breasts, but released the nipples and kissed his way down her chest towards her flat belly. She was so lost in the pleasure of his caresses, it took her a few moments to realise where he was heading.

"Bobby, what are you doing?"

"Relax mom, we're here to enjoy each other, remember?"

"Bobby, no, not there."

He gently, but firmly pulled her knees apart to expose her holy of holies.

"Mom, just relax. Besides, I'm still hungry."

"Oh Bobby, no, please."

"Relax, Mom." 

He tenderly kissed along the silky skin of her thighs, as she gradually relaxed and reduced the pressure of trying to close her legs, slowly allowing them to part and letting him gaze once again on her beautiful pink flower. He kissed around her inner thighs, slowly moving closer to his goal, gently licking her outer lips, inhaling the musky aroma and letting her feel his breath on her moist quivering quimm, teasing her for a change. Her arousal was obvious. She couldn't hide her excitement; and as he gently began teasing her pussy with his tongue, he savoured her tangy flavour, before licking up her slit and finding her clitoris, the small nub projecting from its hood.

"Oh Goddd!!!" Alison moaned, her thighs clamping on his face and her hands gripping his hair. At first he thought she was trying to pull him away; but again her lust had overcome her. She was pulling him to her, letting, almost demanding, he gorge himself on her most sacred of places, the very place he had come into existence.

He could barely breath, she was gripping him to her so closely. He felt like he was drowning in her pussy as she convulsed and moaned under his attentions. As he continued to lick and suck her pussy, she could feel the waves of pleasure flowing over her, taking her closer and closer to her orgasm. She surrendered herself to the pleasure and let her orgasm flood through her. Bobby continued to lick and kiss her pussy as the climax subsided, allowing her a few moments to recover before he renewed his assault on her sweet pussy. He feasted on her like a starving man, plunging his tongue as deep in her as he could before sucking and licking her clit. Before long, she could feel another orgasm building, more powerful than the first, and couldn't help herself from crying out as she felt it flood through her; but still Bobby wasn't satisfied. Now that he had had a taste of her sweet flower, he couldn't get enough, and began to slurp and gorge on her once again. Alison was now helpless against his caresses and the pleasure that coursed through her. She felt like she was drowning in pleasure. As the third orgasm tore through her she thought she would pass out; and as she came down from it had to push Bobby away.

"Oh Bobby... stop, I can't take any more. Let me catch my breath."

He reluctantly released her, his face wet with her juices. As he climbed up to lie next to her, his cock purple with arousal and throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to explode, he waited for her to recover and turn to him.

"You certainly are a dark horse, young man."

"Dark horse?"

"I mean you have hidden talents. That and, well, you have attributes that look like they belong on a horse!" She smiled and ran her hand down over his cock which bucked and lurched under her touch, hardening even more.

"Care to go for a gallop m'lady?" Bobby quipped in a phoney British accent.

"That's not funny!" she said, releasing his cock and gently hitting him on the shoulder.

"Ow! Don't beat your servants. I'm only here to tell you your steed awaits!" He waved his hard-on at her.

"Bobby!! Stop it!"

"C'mon, Mom. I mean, after last night, we've already done it, remember?"

"That's not the point. Last night was... well, we didn't have much choice with those two girls there, but now...."

He remained silent, but just grinned as he and his dick stared expectantly at her, all 3 eyes watching her reaction as she wrestled with her conscience.

"I mean, I don't know, I..." she eyed his giant hard cock which stared back at her with its one eye, torn by the dilemma. She should go to hell for what she was thinking; but she still wanted it so badly, to feel so full and satisfied by her young man again. 

"I suppose after yesterday worrying about it now is shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted," she mused out loud.

"This horse hasn't bolted yet!" Bobby tensed his muscles and made his cock wave at her.

"For goodness sake, aren't you ever serious?"

"I'm 100% serious!" he said allowing his arousal to speak for him.

She silently regarded his hard on, throbbing with his heart beat. She didn't recall ever seeing him so hard and reached out to hold his cock again, stroking the silky smooth skin. His cock was like granite with the strength of his arousal, arousal that she knew was for her; and she knew she wanted him just as badly. If only for this week, she couldn't deny them both. 

"Oh Bobby, what am I doing?" she continued stroking his cock as she sat up, kneeling on the bed next to him. He knew what he wanted her to do, sit on his cock and fuck his brains out. His dick lurched at the prospect. His mouth was dry with anticipation as she continued to run her fingers up and down his phallus, looking at the shiny purple head oozing with pre cum. 

"Oh God, I can't believe I'm going to do this."

He resisted the urge to shout "Woo Hoo!" as she straddled him and lifted herself as high as she could so she could reach under and guide him into her. He lay back watching this magnificent, beautiful woman as she slowly guided his cock into her, feeling her slender fingers moving his iron hard column so she could begin lowering herself on it. 

With all the foreplay she was able to take him more easily than before. It also struck her she was beginning to adjust to his size; and she felt a guilty pang that her son's cock should be so familiar to her. 

As she slowly sank lower on him, she paused to give herself a chance to become accustomed to his girth, before gently bobbing up and down on it, feeling him pushing deeper with each movement, penetrating areas of her body that no other man had reached. 

"Oh God Bobby, it's so big!"

He didn't reply, just lay back watching her as she gently rode him, her breasts looking mountainous as they jutted out above him, her eyes closed as she focused on the feelings emanating from the giant cock she was riding. Fortunately his morning erections were numb so he was able to relax, knowing he would be able to hold off from cumming for a long while, despite his arousal.

He let her adjust to him for a few minutes; and then, as she felt more comfortable, he felt her begin to lower herself further down his pole. Her movements were becoming faster now, more urgent as she felt his cock deeper inside her, her pussy so wonderfully tight around his engorged cock as she slid up and down on him. He let her control the pace, allowing her to take as much of his cock as she wanted, for now.

"Ohhh Bobby..... oh God." 

She quickened her pace; and he could tell she was nearing orgasm. He began gently thrusting back at her, driving himself deeper into her now that she was reaching her climax. Finally she crested the peak and sank down on him, taking him all the way inside as her pussy spasmed around his cock. God, she was cumming on his cock again. She shuddered as her orgasm tore through her, her face contorted with passion for what seemed like an age, before the waves of pleasure began to abate.

As she came down from her climax, she looked at him with dazed eyes. "Oh Bobby, I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." He gave her a few more moments to catch her breath before asking. 

"So that was a canter, how about a gallop?"

"Gallop? What do you mean?"

"I mean your faithful steed awaits, and now he wants some exercise."

"Bobby Stevens! How can you talk to your mother like that?"

Very easily when she's sitting on my cock.

"Giddy up m'lady!" He thrust his hips up at her causing her to rock forwards on him.

"Oh, Bobby!" 

Despite herself, she couldn't help responding, and found herself moving in sync with his thrusts, raising and lowering herself on his cock, their movements steadily becoming more and more urgent. As she felt her arousal again increasing, she began slamming herself down on him, her big tits slapping on her chest as they flew up and down with her movements. Having buried his cock in her 3 times before and struggled not to cum each time, he was impressing himself with his staying power this time, fucking her back as hard as she was fucking him.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God......ohhhhh Bobbyyyyyyy." She wailed as she slammed herself up and down on his cock, her tits slapping with the force of their fucking. He reached up to grab her tits and squeeze them the way she liked.

"Ohhhhh, harder!"

He obliged her by sinking his fingers into her huge mounds, squeezing the huge tits as hard as he dared.

"Ohhhhhh.... harder.... slap them!"

"Slap them?"

"Yessss slap them!"

He slapped one of her tits watching the huge breast bounce.

"Harder!"

He slapped the other, his hand making a loud clap as it impacted with the huge mound of breast.

"Harder!!!"

She was slamming up and down on him now, her tits flailing about on her chest presenting him with moving targets; but he did his best to oblige and slapped her right breast as hard as he dared, the huge mound flying up on her chest and a red hand mark appearing 

"Oh God oh God oh God!!!"

He slapped her other tit, sending it flying, and then the right, hitting the huge boobs as hard as he could.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" She thrust her head back as another orgasm ripped through her. She'd lost count of how many times she'd cum this morning; but each orgasm was even more intense that the one before. She thought she would die if they kept this up, but still she didn't want to stop. 

After an age she came down from her orgasm. She looked down at her beautiful boy, like his father but even more handsome, his huge hard cock still buried inside her, deeper than she would have believed possible.

"Oh Bobby. You haven't, I mean you remember what I said about birth control?"

He shook his head. He'd not cum but he knew he wasn't too far off, his balls were starting to ache and he didn't need to see his cock to know it would be drooling precum inside her.

"Oh Bobby. I don't think I've ever had so many... I mean, oh I don't know."

He noticed her blushing, like a shy little teenager embarrassed at her own arousal.

"Ready to go again?"

"Again?? Bobby, don't you ever stop?"

"I told you I was hungry."

"Are you sure you can do it without... I mean you won't... ejaculate?"

Using such a clinical word seemed odd after what they had done, but somehow seemed exciting too. His cock twitched inside her.

"I think I can go another round."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry I'll tell you if I'm getting ready to blow!"

"Oh God...what am I doing?" 

She moaned as she began sliding up and down his giant cock once more. She gripped the headboard of the bed to support herself as she began long slow movements up and down his erection. Her new position caused her tits to hang down in Bobby's face, the giant orbs swinging around and bumping into one another as she built her pace. She was greedily taking all of him inside her now, feeling him so deep his cock head must be battering against her cervix. She was so far gone, though, that she didn't care. The pain and the pleasure were merging into one tidal wave of ecstasy that she couldn't stop if she wanted to. 

She was moaning and crying out now as she rode him towards yet another orgasm, delighting in the feel of his iron hard battering ram pounding her insides again and again. As her riding his cock became more and more frantic, Bobby's entire vision was filled with the sight of his mom's huge tits swinging crazily, slapping against one another and her rib cage as they flew about with the force of their fucking. He could feel his own orgasm beginning to build now, as she fucked with a frenzy he hadn't believed she was capable of. He fought to hold it back.

He had never seen her like this, so unrestrained and passionate, crying out now with pleasure. The fact that his dick was responsible and had given his mom so many orgasms made his hard-on throb with pride. She leaned forward further, shifting the angle of his cock so her clit ground against it and she could take him even deeper, battering her womb even more. Her tits were swinging in circles above his face, slapping each other as she rode him. 

Fuck! This was about the hottest experience he'd ever had in his life, and his mom had treated him to quite a few experiences over the last few weeks.

He didn't think he'd ever had a girl who took as much of his cock as his mom was doing right now. She was so tight, and he was so deep inside her, it had to be painful; but she didn't seem to care, she just wanted it all. He continued to let her ride his giant cock, now having to use all his self-restraint to hold himself back. He wanted to let her have one more orgasm before he finally let himself go; but he was fighting a losing battle. His cock head had to be battering her womb he was so deep, the womb he had been conceived in, he thought dementedly. The un-protected womb he had promised not to fill with his baby making cum, oh shit, think of something else.... dead dogs, funerals, anything.....

"Oh God Bobby, oh God, it's so deep ohh God your so big.... so hard.... ohhhh God I'm cuuummming!"

He'd never heard her being so vocal before; and as she continued to pound him, her big tits slapping and swinging about wildly in his face, he fought back against his mounting pleasure, as he could feel his cum beginning to boil as his balls tightened and his cock swelled.

"Oh God Mom, I'm almost there, I don't think I can hold it much longer..."

But Alison either wasn't listening or didn't care, her orgasm was like a tsunami as it swept through her. She dimly registered Bobby's words but all she could focus on was the huge cock that was buried inside her, that felt like it was a part of her, maybe because it was. She was cumming so hard on his huge dick that she couldn't think of anything else. Bobby felt his mom's pussy spasming on his cock as her whole body went tense, her big tits in his face, the nipples like bullets. As her pussy convulsed on his cock it was like being milked by a warm, wet, velvety glove. He exercised every ounce of self-restraint to try to hold back his load but it was past the point of no return. He didn't think he could stop himself cumming if he put his cock in a vice right now.

"Mom I can't... oh God..... I'm cumming." With her on top of him there was no way he could pull out even if he'd had the will power; and as hard as he fought not to, he could feel his cock pump out the first geyser of cum deep inside his mother, followed by another and another. He knew this was a monster load and it felt like it would never stop. He guessed he had already pumped so much sperm into his mom that it seemed pointless to fight it any longer so he surrendered to his orgasm, thrusting into her and allowing his load to pump deep inside her.




Mother's Helping Hand Ch. 18



Alison was still shuddering from her own climax as Bobby's orgasm subsided and she began to come to her senses.

"Oh Bobby.... what.... did you? Oh no you didn't...."

"I'm sorry mom, I tried to tell you."

She climbed off him as quickly as she could as the reality of what had happened sunk in. His cock was still hard and glistening with her juices and his cum; and as she lifted herself free, a rivulet of thick white sperm dribbled from her moist pussy opening. 

"Oh Bobby, what have you done?"

"I'm sorry, I tried to hold back but I...."

Cum was now running down her inner thigh in a small stream.

"Oh Bobby, how much did you.... it's pouring out of me."

"I'm sorry, I guess it was a big load... I tried to tell you..."

"Oh Bobby...... what have you done!!??"

Alison ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, leaving Bobby with a cock that was still hard, despite having just had the fuck of his life .

He tried to take it all in, now that his orgasm had subsided. His mother had just given him the best fuck he could ever have imagined; but his pleasure was jaded by his shame at betraying his mother's trust with his lack of control. And finally, with a sick jolt he registered the fact that he might have just become a father.