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Taking Mother by Surprise

By: Eroscott



 (Note to those who don't like long, full stories: Save yourself the aggravation and don't read this one. It's very long.)




Prologue

I buried my wife today. We had fifty-six great years together. Our love for each other never wavered. Oh, I'm not saying we didn't have our differences of opinion and our fights, but nothing that was serious or that threatened our love for each other or our marriage. She was ninety years old and quietly passed away one day sitting in her rocker on the front porch of our house looking out to the sea.

Our daughter, Stephanie, our only child, was besides me when we laid my wife to rest. Also in attendance was Stephanie's husband, their children, my grandchildren, two young men and a young woman and their spouses, as well as their children, five great grandchildren in all. And, of course, many, many people from the town were there, too. 

It was a sad occasion, of course, but we all die eventually and my wife had ninety good years—except, maybe, for one or two when she was very young. She was well-loved by her family and friends and we will all miss her so very much, I more than the others because, you see, my wife was also my mother. 

Neither our daughter, nor anyone else, ever knew that and, hopefully, never will, not that my Rachel and I were ashamed of being mother and son... and married. But we decided not to complicate our daughter's life with our unconventional love and marriage. I'm seventy-six years old, fourteen years younger than my wife, my mother, and should have at least another ten years left, maybe more. 

What follows is the story of how I came to fall in love with and eventually marry my mother. Not that we stood before a preacher or a justice of the peace or had a piece of paper giving up permission to marry. We married each other in our own ceremony using our own words when we were far out to sea sailing our way to a new life and a new beginning.

This is our story. 

Chapter 1.

Rachel gently massaged her son's feet as a snow storm—not quite a blizzard—raged outside the house. It was a habit from when he was little and had a hard time going to sleep. Rachel would rub and squeeze and massage his little feet. He would giggle at first then drift off to sleep. The fact that Jacob was now twenty years old didn't seem to matter to either mother or son. She enjoyed doing it as a sign of her love for him. He enjoyed it as a sign of their close bond, because it brought back pleasant memories, because it felt good, and also because he was in love with his mother and loved her touching him, even if it was only a foot massage.

Of course, he would never admit to any of his friends that he let his mother massage his feet on a nearly nightly basis. He knew they would think that just a little strange. And then there was another problem, something he'd never brought up to his mom. Well, really he couldn't. For the last couple of years, quite often, not every time, but often enough, his mother's loving touch on his bare feet would give him an erection.

He had one now and, but for the baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt he was wearing and a strategically place pillow, it would have been quite apparent. Even then he had to be careful not to shift his body too much. He would be mortified if his mother realized that her son was sporting a stiffie... just for her. 

Jacob loved his mother. He knew that without a doubt. But it had been just a couple of years ago that he realized that he was also in love with his mother. That's when he started getting erections when she massaged his feet. 

He knew that he shouldn't be in love with his mother but as much as he tried to deny it, to tell himself that he was just overly fond of her, it didn't work. He was in love with his mother and that was why he had a very erect erection right now.

God, how he wanted to expose his hard cock to his mother, have her be happily surprised and to have her place her lovely gentle hands around it, to squeeze it and stroke it. He fantasized about her sucking his cock, coming in her mouth, licking her pussy and, of course, fucking her. Oh yeah, he masturbated nearly every night with the so forbidden but oh so delightful images of embracing his mother, kissing her, fitting his hips between her thighs, sliding his cock into her pussy, and making love to her. His fantasy-driven ejaculations were strong, intense, body-shaking. He imagined having her every way he could think of. And, of course, in his fantasies his mother was a willing and eager lover, desiring him as much as he desired her.

His body gave a little involuntary shiver of lust as images of making sweet love to his mother ran through his mind. He would definitely masturbate again tonight.

"Are you cold," Rachel asked.

"Uh, no, Mom. It was... I don't know. My body just kind of did that by itself." 

Damn! I'm going to have to be more careful, Jacob told himself. He did love his mother and he definitely didn't want to do anything that would shock and embarrass her... or worse, horrify her.

Rachel and Jacob were in the great room on the couch. Quite often they would be in her bedroom suite in their Uncle Joe's mansion, watching TV there while Rachel massaged her son's feet. But tonight, as for the last several nights, Uncle Joe was in the hospital and the prognosis didn't look good. 

Jacob was stretched out on the couch with his head resting on another pillow at one end. His mother was sitting at the other end with both of his feet in her lap as she massaged first one then the other. There was a nice fire in the glass enclosed fireplace. It cast a merry light into the room as the wind went from a barely audible moan to a howling crescendo then to a mournful sighing. They had given up on trying to watch TV. There was no signal, probably due to snow covering the satellite receiving dish. 

It was dark now and they could no longer see the snow gusting and blowing outside the diamond-shaped leaded windows. The only other light in the room was a small lamp on the end table beside Rachel.

"You were born on a night like this," Rachel said, looking at the dancing flames in the glass of the stove.

She turned her head to look at her son and smiled, remembering that night. She had told him the story many times before so she wasn't going to repeat it again.

"Yeah, Mom, you had come to live with Aunt Edna and Uncle Joe." Jacob smiled back at his mother.

He knew the story well. Aunt Edna and Uncle Joe were his mother's great aunt and uncle and his great-great aunt and uncle. Edna May Smithfield, nee Landers was the aunt of his mother's mother, his grandmother, who he had never met and probably never would.

His mother came from a small town in Arkansas and her father was a cotton farmer. He and his wife were also very religious. One might say severely religious. When they found out that their only child, Rachel, had been playing doctor with two of the neighboring farm boys—brothers—and had gotten pregnant, all hell broke loose. His mother's father had beaten her until her mother had thrown herself bodily on top of her.

Of course, her mother was extremely disappointed in her daughter. The scandal was all that she could think about and how the other church ladies would cluck and sigh and say how sorry they were. It was decided that they should send Rachel to Aunt Edna, if she would have her.

Edna Landers had left that small farming community as soon as she could. She went to college, became a professor of art history at Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois. She had married a rich industrialist—of course he wasn't rich at the time, although he was on his way to becoming rich. Edna was considered a snob back in that small town. One who didn't want to be associated with her family and community and her humble beginnings. 

Edna Landers wasn't ashamed of her family, community, or humble beginnings and she always kept in touch with and visited with Grandma Landers whenever she could until her death several years later. Grandma Landers was the one who inspired her to do what she felt in her heart and who was always on her side. 

Rachel's mother called Aunt Edna and explained the situation and asked if she would take Rachel off their hands. Edna jumped at the chance. Besides the fact that a little premature sexual experimentation didn't make a girl a slut and a whore—as she could here Rachel's father shouting in the background—she and her husband, Joe, had failed to produced any children. 

Even though Edna was sixty-two years old she wanted to have a young person in the house—a big mansion right on the shore of Lake Michigan in Winnetka, a house too big for just her and her husband but one that came in handy to impress her husband's business associates and faculty members from Northwestern University when they gave their three or four major parties each year. And the thought of a baby, a newborn, thrilled her.

It was during a snow storm twenty years ago that Jacob was born. It was near blizzard conditions also and Edna couldn't even get out of the driveway because of the snow when Rachel's water broke. Her husband, Joe, was stuck at the factory in Chicago and couldn't get home. The ambulance she called in a panic couldn't get to them either. A doctor, by phone from the hospital, talked her through the birth and a healthy baby boy, Jacob, was born in her house. Aunt Edna was proud of herself and almost happier than her niece, the new mother.

Edna had made sure that Rachel got through high school and then college. Rachel had majored in business management and went to work for Uncle Joe. Now Jacob was in college majoring in computer science.

Aunt Edna had died two years ago at age 83. She and Joe had been married sixty-one years. Uncle Joe was himself now in the hospital near death. Rachel felt that he was lonely and heartbroken from the lost of his wife.

This house, the big Tudor mansion, had been her home for twenty-one years. She and Jacob had the whole north wing to themselves. Aunt Edna and Uncles Joe's master suite was in the south wing.

Rachel and Jacob talked quietly about missing Aunt Edna and the inevitability of losing Uncle Joe. They didn't speak about the future after that, didn't want to think about it. It wasn't that they would have bleak future financially. Edna and Joe had told them that when they died both Rachel and Jacob would be taken care of. 

As Rachel spoke she would rub Jacob's feet for a while then stop, then start again a few moments later. Soon she noticed that Jacob wasn't responding. She looked over at her son and saw that he was asleep. She smiled. Just like when he was a little boy, she thought. She continued to rub his feet as she stared into the fireplace and the dying flames.

Jacob shifted his hips and the strategically placed pillow tumbled to the floor. Rachel turned her head with a smile upon her lips then her eyes went wide with shock as she noticed what could only be an erection in her son's sweat pants, like a miniature tent pole sticking up.

Oh my God, she thought, why would Jacob have an erection now. I mean, I know young men are prone to getting them easily, but it's just the two of us talking... about nothing sexual.

She wondered, could that really be his cock? Could it be something else making his sweatpants stick up like that. 

Although she was sure it had to be what she thought it was she was tempted to reach over and touch it to find out.

Oh God, if it is his cock I'll be so embarrassed. What if I wake him?

Rachel smiled to herself and remembered giving Jacob baths when he was a baby and how his little penis would get hard, usually as a prelude to peeing. Now, her little son was a grown man standing six feet tall in his bare feet and, obviously, his little penis was now a man's rather large cock.

Without realizing she was doing it, Rachel found that her hand was hovering over the area in her son's sweatpants that was being poked up so high.

You can't do this, Rachel, she told herself as she watched her hand surround the cloth-covered "tent pole" and giving it a gentle squeeze. Her heart was beating hard and her breath was coming more rapidly. Oh God yes! It was his cock.

"Mmm, yeah, Mom," Jacob mumbled.

Rachel's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide thinking her son was awake watching her. In her hurry she didn't get her hand quite high enough as she pulled it back and she gave Jacob's cock a good bump as her hand pulled away.

Jacob had fallen easily into a doze while his mother was talking and rubbing his feet. He wasn't quite fully asleep and could hear her quiet voice droning on. Then snatches of dream images began flashing in his mind: His mother's soft, warm hand gently massaging his cock; seeing her lowering her head to place her mouth over the end of it. And then he felt a tug on his cock and a small gasp and came fully awake.

First he noticed the look of embarrassment on his mother's face then he realized the pillow had fallen away and his obvious erection exposed.

He quickly pulled himself up into a sitting position, crossed his legs and grabbed the pillow he'd been using for his head to cover his crotch.

"Oh God, Mom! I'm sorry." He felt the heat in his face as he blushed.

"No, Jacob... . I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... ." Rachel paused and swallowed.

Jacob frowned. "Shouldn't have... what, Mom?"

Now Rachel felt the heat of embarrassment in her face. "I, uh, shouldn't have," she paused and took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have, uh, grabbed hold of your, your... cock.

"But, Jacob," she continued quickly, "it was just that I was so surprised to see you had an erection. I mean, this isn't exactly a sexual situation now is it? And, and, well I just remembered giving you baths when you were young and how cute your little penis was and, and... . Oh hell, Jacob, I don't know. Part of my mind said that it couldn't be that you had an erection, that it was something else making a tent in your pants." Rachel giggled nervously at what she had said.

She took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, son... but then you said, uh, mumbled in your sleep, 'mmm, yeah, Mom," and that shocked me."

Rachel noted the look of embarrassed surprise on her son's face.

"Jacob, why in the world would you say that?"

Jacob closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then another. Was this the moment of truth, or should he just pass it off as... well, he didn't know, something else? No, he told himself firmly, tell Mom how you really feel and let happen what happens.

With his stomach churning Jacob opened his eyes. He took in another deep breath and let it out. "Mom, I'm in love with you." There, he'd said it. Regardless of how she reacted, he felt a sense of relief.

Rachel furrowed her brow. "Well, yeah, Jacob and I love you, too, but... ."

"No, Mom. I mean, yes, of course I love you, but what I'm saying is that I'm in love with you."

Jacob saw what he'd told his mother slowly dawn upon her. Her mouth opened but she didn't say anything. Her eyebrows raised and lowered and her forehead furrowed as she took in what, exactly, her son had just told her.

"Mom," Jacob said, deciding that if he was in for a penny he might as well be in for a pound, "when you heard me say, uh... well, whatever it was, I remember seeing you, dreaming that your hand was on my cock and... and, well, that you were bringing your mouth down to, to suck it. And I remember, in my dream, saying 'yeah, Mom.' I was totally excited about that... in my dream."

Jacob stopped talking.

Rachel didn't say anything for a while.

"Oh my, Jacob, you've taken me by surprise. Uh, I mean... ." She paused to try and understand just what she did mean. "Jacob, are you saying that you got hard, your erection, was because of me?" She already knew the answer. She felt light-headed. She didn't know how she would respond when her son answered her question.

"Mom," Jason began, "I realized a few years ago that I was in love with you. Yes, I know society considers it to be wrong. I know you're probably horrified. But there it is. And yes, my erection was because of you.

"Hell, Mom, I've been getting hard when you massaged my feet for a couple of years now. Ever since I got it straight in my mind that it was okay for me to be in love with my mother. Didn't you noticed how I used a pillow, or turned over on to my side, nearly on my belly when you massaged my feet?"

Rachel looked at her son. "Well... yes. But I just thought that you were more comfortable that way, Jacob."

"I was, Mom, because I knew you would be shocked and disgusted if you saw I got an erection every time you began rubbing my feet."

Part of what Jacob had said finally clicked with Rachel. "Wait, what do you mean it's okay for you to be in love with your mother?"

By now, Jacob's cock had become flaccid, but he kept the pillow in place anyway.

"I thought I was a totally perverted freak to, to, you know, think about you, my mother, in a sexual way. So I did some research. Well, a lot of research. It seems that most people—mothers and sons as in our case—don't find each other sexually attractive due to some kind of genetic or cultural thing. But some people don't feel this, this, uh, repulsion, for lack of a better word. I seem to be one of those people.

"Mom, for whatever reason, I don't know, but I find you to be sexually attractive. I have for some time now, but I only understood it and accepted it a couple of years ago.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but that's just how it is."

"You mean, uh... ." Rachel ran out of words considering the enormity of what her son was suggesting.

"I mean, Mom, to put it as clearly as I can, I want to be your lover,. I want to have sex with you."

Jacob's heart was beating hard. He expected his mother to start crying or explode in outrageous anger.

"But, Mom," he continued before his mother could say anything, "I love you beyond my ability to explain. I love you truly and deeply and if you could accept that... accept me that way, I promise you that I would be faithful to you for the rest of my life." 

At the end of his little speech Jacob had tears in his eyes.

Rachel's mouth was open but no words were coming out. Oh my God, she thought, my son wants to be my lover, to make love to me, my son who I gave birth too, who I gave baths too, whose diapers I changed, who I watched grow from a small child to a teenager to a strong young man.

Rachel found her voice but she avoided the issue before them. "Jacob, it's getting late. We both need to go to the hospital to see Uncle Joe in the morning. We probably should go to bed now."

Since Uncle Joe had been hospitalized Rachel and Jacob had gone to visit him every morning before she went to work and Jacob went to school, and every evening when she got off work and when Jacob got out of school. Rachel had been trained by Uncle Joe in his business and she now ran it nearly as well as he had. But going to see Uncle Joe in the hospital was priority number one, every morning and every evening.

Jacob wiped the tears from his cheeks and let out a big breath. "Sorry Mom. Sorry," he said as he got up and headed for his room.

Rachel sat on the couch for a while longer looking into the fireplace and the glowing coals, all that was remaining of the fire. She heard the wind whispering and moaning outside.

My son is in love with me and wants to have sex with me, she thought. How can that be?

Since she had played doctor with the neighbor boys on the farm, Rachel had exactly three other sexual encounters, none of which had turned out good. Two of the men had lied to her and had been married, with no desire to divorce their wives—not that Rachel would have wanted them to. The third one wasn't married but he was only interested in fucking her with no intentions of taking it further than that. She had given up on men, thinking that most of them were not like the man that her Uncle Joe was. She just didn't want to play the games or look and look to find the "right" man. She learned that solo sex was pretty good and she satisfied herself that way when she felt like it.


Taking Mother by Surprise



Now, her son told her that he was in love with her and that he would be faithful to her for the rest of his life. Was that possible? But even if it were true, which she hoped it was, hoping that some man could and would love her like that, could she even begin to think of accepting the illicit love of her son, an incestuous love affair? How would that work? She was thirty-four years old. He was only twenty. Surely she was too old for him. How could they hide it from other people?

Her head was spinning and Rachel realized that she was actually thinking about the possibility of a love affair—love and sex—with her son. No, no, no, she told herself. That just isn't right.

Getting up she made sure the house was secure for the night and went up to bed. She felt exhausted. Jacob's surprise declaration of love for her and all the problems associated with such a perverse love had drained her emotionally.

Chapter 2.

Jacob had gone to his bedroom feeling dejected. Of course, he thought as he stripped off his clothes, she hadn't gone hysterical on him. No crying of "how could you!" No gushing tears and no outrageous anger, so maybe that was a good sign or, at least, a not so bad sign. He sighed.

Jacob looked down and grabbed his still flaccid cock. "You traitor," he whispered. Then he smiled. His mother had actually grabbed his hard cock, albeit, through his sweatpants. Still, she had grabbed it. "Wow," he whispered again. And she had admitted it. 

Really, Jacob, he told himself, she had to have known what was poking up in my sweat pants and still she reached out to give it a squeeze. Yeah, maybe things weren't as bad as he initially thought they were. Only time would tell. Maybe, just maybe he could carefully, gently, slowly convince his mother that he did truly love her and was in love with her and wanted them to be... what? Well, husband and wife, of course. 

It was then that Jacob realized that if, a very big if, but if he could convince his mother to be his lover, for them to live together as husband and wife, he would be thrilled if she then decided she wanted to have a baby with him, their child. He knew the risks of birth defects in incestuous affairs, but he also knew that the chances were greater that the baby would be born normal. Hell, he thought, they could get special genetic testing done, discreetly of course, to see if they carried any bad recessive alleles in common. If they didn't then there would be no barriers to them having a child together unless, of course, his mother rejected him as a lover and husband.

Now Jacob felt a spark of hope. Maybe, he thought—without any rational basis for it—just maybe he could make this work out. He felt his cock begin to respond, begin to fill with blood. He also realized that he needed to pee. 

The house was built with six bedrooms and six baths. The bedrooms were in a north and south wing. Each wing consisted of an extra-large bedroom, or master suite, with attached bathroom. The master suites were on the east end of the wings and looked down over the back lawns to the shore of Lake Michigan. Next to them were bathrooms accessed from the hallway—that is, the master suite's bathroom and the hall bathrooms were back to back, so to speak—then two more bedrooms. The other two bathrooms were downstairs.

Aunt Edna and Uncle Joe occupied the south wing master suite, Rachel the north wing master suite. Jacob had the bedroom at the west end of the north wing with windows that looked down onto the front lawn and driveway. By any standards it, too, was a large bedroom.

Still naked, and with a somewhat tumescent cock leading him, Jacob walked out his door and down to the hall bathroom. He didn't know if his mother had gone to bed yet or was still downstairs or even coming up the stairs right now. He didn't care. After relieving himself he casually strode back to his bedroom squeezing and stroking his cock and getting it to begin to swell again. He hadn't seen his mother.

Jacob left his bedroom door open. This was standard procedure with his mother and him, unless there were guests in the house. The practice had started when Jacob, as a toddler, was moved out of his crib in his mother's bedroom and into the bedroom closest to hers. Rachel had wanted to hear if her son cried out in the night. Even after he got older and decided to take the further bedroom, neither one of them had seen any reason why they should close their doors. 

Jacob got into bed and continued to play with his cock, which was now nearly completely erect. He was imagining his mother sucking his cock. She was a slender woman, five feet nine inches tall, with thick, long, honey-blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He thought she was pretty—well, beautiful, actually—but knew she thought her nose was too big. He thought it was a wonderful nose. 

Now, in his mind's eye, he was lying on his bed on his back and his mother was kneeling between his legs, her right hand was wrapped around the base of his cock and her lovely lips were sliding wetly up and down on it, from the tip to where her fingers held him. Her dark blue eyes were looking up at him earnestly.

Jacob started stroking his cock faster. "Oh yes, Mom. That's it. Suck my cock. You're such a good cocksucker, Mom," he whispered into the darkness of his room. 

He loved his mother and respected her, but he loved sex, too, and thought it should be enjoyed openly and fully between lovers, even if one of the lovers was imaginary. Calling his mother a good cocksucker was just part of how he wanted to openly and fully enjoy sex with her. He hoped she felt the same way... if he could ever convince her to become his lover. 

Jacob changed the "movie" in his mind. Now his mother was on her back, her legs spread wide and nearly straight out, just a little bend at the knees. His hips were between those lovely long and wide-spread legs. His cock was thrusting in and out of her tight, wet pussy hard and fast. His forearms were braced on either side of her chest and his hands, his fingers, wrapped up over her shoulders. His mother had her arms around his neck.

"Oh God yes, Jacob! Fuck me! Fuck me! "She cried out then she pulled her son's head down and gave him a long, hard, and very wet kiss with lots and lots of delicious slick tongue.

She broke the kiss and moved her mouth to his right ear and bit it and nibbled on it. That sent wonderful imaginary thrill chills all down his right side.

"I love how your cock feels fucking me, Jacob. It's so thick and just the right length and," his mother paused as she moaned. "And it feels so damned good fucking me. Oh yes, Jacob, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she sighed, breathing warm moist air in his ear.

And then he imagined her coming, crying his name out, digging her fingernails into his flesh, shoving her pussy against his thrusting cock as he continued to fuck her until finally his cock spasmed several times as he shot a big load of his cum deep up inside his mother's pussy, making her come again.

At that point in the fantasy, Jacob, jerking on his cock hard with his right hand, threw the covers back with his left hand just in time. His cock began spewing its hot white cream up into the air before it fell back coldly onto his stomach and chest. He was panting and it felt so damned good. He just knew it would feel even better when he actually did fuck his mother. And not just for him, for her too.

Jacob got up and trekked down to the bathroom again to clean up and, again, he didn't see his mother. Back in bed, he felt relaxed from his orgasm. He thought about his mother and still had hope that he could convince her to become his lover and even his wife. With those thoughts in his head and with the whistling of the wind outside his window he soon fell asleep.

Rachel had come upstairs while her son was in his bedroom masturbating. Sleep didn't come easy for her. She was wrestling with the conflicts in her mind. She loved her son but being his lover was just too bizarre of a concept for her. Still, a tiny part of her mind wondered what it would be like to make love with him. He was her son, could she even do it? Then she would think, oh my God, why am I even thinking about that. She finally fell into a restless sleep.

Rachel realized she was riding a horse, only she couldn't see the horse. And, it was snowing but she wasn't cold. How very strange because she realized that she was riding the horse naked. It's warm muscular back was pressing rhythmically between her legs giving her the most wonderful sexual feeling. She also realized that a pair of muscular arms were around her waist and a muscular chest was pressed up against her back. She felt his—it was definitely a man and one she trusted—hands reach up to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples and she knew that she was going to come... . And then she woke up.

Rachel was on her belly, her arms and hands underneath her body and the fingers of both of her hands were pressing rhythmically against her vagina, her clitoris. She took in a deep breath and stopped all movement. It took her a couple of seconds to come fully awake. When she did, she realized that her panties were soaked.

Oh my, she thought, I've never had such a vivid sexual dream and, damn, I woke up too soon. She started to laugh then remembered what happened last night with Jacob.

Rachel got out of bed and stripped off her soaked panties. She stood there for a while in just her plain, short, cotton nightgown and thought about the dream.

Maybe I need to get laid more often. No. No I don't want to mess around looking for Mr. Right and I definitely don't want to go out to some bar and get picked up. The horse part of the dream made sense now, her fingers pressing on her pussy. The snow... . Maybe because it had been snowing last night. 

She looked out the window. Brilliant sunshine and at least a foot of new, pristine, sparkling snow from the house to the lake shore.

But the man. She remembered having a feeling of deep trust about him. He wouldn't hurt her. Well, that described her Uncle Joe, but she didn't think she'd be having a sex dream about him, even if he wasn't in the hospital and close to death.

The only other man she trusted like that was, well, it was her son, Jacob. Jesus! Rachel thought, my subconscious is making me have dreams about having sex with my son. Well, no, not with my son, but sex and my son and trust. Oh, Rachel, Rachel, what is going on?

She went in and took a quick shower. When she dried off she came back into the bedroom naked and started for her walk-in closet but noticed her earrings on the night stand by the bed. She changed directions and picked them up but dropped one. As she looked down at the carpet and shifted her feet, she kicked the dropped earring under the bed.

"Oh fuck," Rachel exclaimed out loud and got down on her hands and knees to retrieve the piece of jewelry.

Jacob was just coming out of his bathroom when he heard his mother say, "Oh fuck." Curious, he decided to peek into his mother's room to see what was up. He, too, was naked, having decided that his mother would just have to get used to seeing him that way more often. Not that he would go down to breakfast that way, but up here, in his room, going between his room and the bathroom. 

Also, while in the shower, he had been fantasizing about his mother again. His cock had gotten quite hard but he didn't masturbate, choosing to feel that warm, pleasant feeling of a nearly fully erect cock as he walked back to his room. He would go down to breakfast with a nice lump in his pants for his mother to see, though.

Jacob peeked around the door into his mother's bedroom. What he saw made his cock completely hard in seconds. His mother was on her knees, wedged under her bed reaching for something. Her naked ass was sticking up high and, with knees spread apart, her pretty little pink pussy was on display, along with her cute little butthole.

While in the shower, playing with himself, and afterwards, too, while drying off, his body had produced the usual pre-ejaculatory fluid. It wasn't enough to be literally dripping out of the end of his cock, but it was enough so that when he now ran his fingers over and around the head of his cock he was able to coat it with a fair amount of the slick liquid.

Without fully thinking it through, just going on impulse, Jacob quietly stole up behind his mother. Before she knew what was happening, Jacob had dropped to his knees, placed the slippery head of his cock against her exposed pussy, grabbed her by the hips and shoved his cock deep into his mother's vagina.

At that moment he did fully realize what he was doing and that this could, probably would, be something that he would regret for the rest of his life. However, he had done it. He had slipped his cock into his mother's pussy. He couldn't undo it. So he mentally shrugged and began fucking her.

Rachel's first reaction was a very loud shriek. Then she realized almost immediately what was happening. 

"No, Jacob no!" She cried out.

In reaction she tried to back out from under the bed, but that only settled his cock deeper inside her pussy, which he now began to fuck. Then she tried to straighten out her legs and flattened her hips to the floor, but her son's strong arms held her firmly in place as he continued to fuck her.

She wanted to cry but wouldn't let herself. She thought of the dream of the man she thought she could trust, her son, who was now, now... . No! She didn't want to think of it that way. Rape was such an ugly word. This was her son who she loved so very much. And she knew he loved her too. And, of course, last night he'd told her that he wanted to be her lover. She had actually squeezed his hard cock when she thought he was asleep. Maybe that was the impetus for what he was doing now. Then she thought of the wonderful, the delightful sexual feeling the dream had brought to her.

Rachel stopped struggling. Oh God his cock feels so good, she told herself. Then, I'm not taking birth control! I could get pregnant! I don't think he cares! I can get the morning after pill. With the last thought she relaxed again.

Oh God it's been so long. She thought. This feels so damned good. I do love the feeling of a cock fucking me. This is my son. He loves me. He cares about me. He promised his undying love for me last night. Can I believe him? Yes. Yes, I can, I do. Yes, I know he loves me and will stay with me.

"Oooh Jacob," Rachel moaned.

Jacob had been reconsidering his rash move and was almost starting to lose his erection, to stop fucking his mother and abase himself before her and beg her forgiveness. Now, hearing her moan out his name like, well, like she was enjoying what he was doing, feeling her stop struggling, in fact pushing her ass, her pussy back against his thrusting cock, gave him renewed vigor. His cock got super hard again even as he felt his mother's vaginal lubrication making everything wetter and slicker.

And then it hit him. Yes! Finally, after all those years fantasizing about fucking his mother, being her lover, it was happening. It was happening! But now Jacob had another problem. He was so turned on by her moaning out his name, by obviously enjoying what they were doing, by her pussy getting wet and wetter by the moment that he was quickly coming to the point of no return. The point where even if he stopped moving his cock was going to come.

Jacob gritted his teeth, tried to think of something else, slowed down his thrusting. Nothing was working. He was going to come and soon. He wanted his mother to come before he did so he did the only thing he could. He pulled his cock completely out of her pussy. He felt it almost vibrate like an iron bar struck by a hammer as it popped free from his mother's vagina he was that hard.

"Oh Jacob, what...?" Rachel started to ask. Her son's cock fucking her was getting her close to her own orgasm. Stuck under the bed, him taking her from behind, surprising her, all of it was highly stimulating to her now that she accepted what was happening.

"Come here, Mom," Jacob said as he pulled on her hips and scooted back on his knees. 

Rachel pushed herself back and out from under the bed. She still hadn't gotten the earring.

As soon as his mother was out from under the bed Jacob helped her straighten up, her back to him. He pressed his chest up against her with his arms around her waist. Then she gasped as Jacob brought his hands up to cup her breasts—small, but not tiny, with small pink areolae and pink, pencil eraser-sized nipples. Oh my God, she thought. This is just like my dream. A man I trust—do I?—pressed up behind me bringing his hands up to my tits. The only difference is I can feel Jacob's cock pressing into my back.

"Mom, I'm sorry. It was very wrong of me to do this, to take you by surprise, like this."

"Yes it was," Rachel answered. Even though she had begun enjoying her son fucking her, he had taken her, initially, without her permission, sneaking up behind her when she was exposed and vulnerable. Anger flashed through her mind and she twisted around in her son's grasp suddenly and slapped him hard on the left side of his face. "And don't you ever do anything like that again."

Jacob's head snapped to the right with the force of his mother's slap. Immediately Rachel could see the red mark of her hand on her son's face.

"Oh my God! Oh my baby!" Rachel had never struck Jacob in his life. She threw her arms around his neck and began gently kissing his face where she had hit him. "I'm so sorry Jacob. So sorry."

Jacob turned his head so that the next time his mother kissed him, their lips met. His arms went around her and embraced her, pulled her naked body tight against his naked body. 

When their lips touched, Rachel paused, this wasn't going to be a sweet motherly peck on her son's lips. She felt Jacob press his lips harder against hers and felt the wet tip of his tongue exploring her still closed lips. With heart beating hard, Rachel opened her mouth to her son and let him kiss her sweetly, affectionately, his tongue searching in her mouth for her tongue, finding it, tasting it, twisting around it. The kiss lasted a long, long time. Neither mother nor son wanted it to end.

But finally, Rachel pulled her lips away from Jacob's. Both mother and son were now breathing deeply. She put her fingertips up to the red spot in his cheek where she had slapped him.

"I'm sorry, Jacob," she whispered.

"That's okay, Mom. I had it coming. Really, I did. But you want to know something?"

"Yes, Jacob, what?"

"That was the most fantastic kiss I've ever had. You are one fantastic kisser, Mom."

Rachel started to reply but Jacob leaned in for another kiss, another long, fantastic kiss that left them both wanting more—more kisses and more sex.

"Why did you stop fucking me, Jacob," Rachel asked when their lips finally parted. "It was feeling so damned good. I mean," and here she furrowed her brow in mock anger, "you snuck up behind me when I was vulnerable and took me by surprise. But after awhile you must have known that I wasn't fighting you anymore, that I, well, I was enjoying it." 

Jacob chuckled. "Yeah, well I was enjoying it too... too much in fact. I was afraid I was going to come."

"And your problem with that...?" Rachel asked. All her experience with men, limited as it was, had shown her that men wanted to come whether she did or not.

"Because, Mom, I wanted you to come first. I mean, I can always come and I know that for women, or some women, it's not as easy as it is for a man... . And I didn't want to come before you did... . Because, Mom, I love you and want to give you pleasure, as much pleasure as I can."

Rachel looked at her son, letting his words sink in, the meaning of them and the heartfelt way in which he said them, then she began crying. She put her arms around Jacob's neck and pressed her forehead to his shoulder and cried.




Taking Mother by Surprise



Jacob didn't know what was going on. He held his mother tightly, but not too tightly. He kissed her hair, loving the smell of it. Her body shook with sobs and he felt her tears running down his chest and he didn't say anything, not really knowing what to say.

Soon, Rachel was done crying. She lifted her head, cheeks streaked with tears, and smiled at him, a big sunny day smile. She brought her lips to his, held his head with both of her hands and kissed her son with tender love.

"Do you really think we can make this work?" she asked simply.

Jacob was taken by surprise. He opened his mouth but nothing came out for a couple of seconds. "Uh, yeah! Yes, Mom, I really do think we can make this work. Uh, do you want to try?"

Rachel gave her son a shy smile. Her heart was beating hard. She was about to agree to have an incestuous affair with her only son, her only child, and, if he could be believed, it would be for life. She wanted to believe it. She would believe it. She knew Jacob was a good man.

She nodded. "Yes," she whispered. Then louder. "Yes, I do. Only I don't want to give it a try. I want to make it work."

"Oh hell yes, Mom," Jacob said with great joy then he kissed her again, wetly, passionately.

"Okay," Jacob said as he got to his feet. He held his hands out to his mother and helped her up. Then he embraced her as they stood there, pressing his body against hers as she pressed hers against his.

He surprised her again as he suddenly dipped and picked her up bodily, holding her with an arm under her knees and one behind her back. Rachel gave a little shriek then laughed. Jacob kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then he got his knees up on her bed still holding her in his arms. He set her down gently in the middle of the bed. 

"Just relax and let me do the work, okay," he said as he leaned over her and gave her another short but sweet kiss. 

Rachel, amused, thinking he was going to continue where he had left off, only this time on top of her, facing her. She smiled and nodded. But her son surprised her again.

Jacob quickly moved down and spread his mother's legs then lay down between them, his mouth right over her pussy. 

Rachel had only had one man do to her what her son was about to do. And she still didn't know how she felt about it. She knew that people did it but... . "Jacob, uh... ."

"Relax Mom, I know what I'm doing." And with that he brought his mouth to her pussy and began to lightly lick it.

"Ahh!" Rachel gasped. Her son's tongue on her pussy sent an electric-like shock through her body and made her pussy spasm.

Jacob started licking with longer strokes and more force, but still going back to lighter quicker strokes. He nibbled and bit and sucked on her labia. He tickled her clitoris every now and then with the tip of his tongue. Then he slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed hard and when her vaginal muscles naturally contracted around his fingers he relaxed and then they relaxed, then he did it again.

He got a easy pace going. He pressed his finger into her pussy, it contracted, he relaxed, her pussy relaxed, then he repeated. At the same time he began licking the sensitive spot just below her clitoris. Lick, lick, push, contract, relax, relax, lick, lick, lick, push... . And so it went for several minutes.

"Oh Jacob, Jacob!" Rachel had her hands on her son's head and was pushing her pussy up to his mouth and fingers, his magical mouth and fingers that were making her feel so good.

"Oh yes, yes, Jacob!" Rachel all but screamed finally and her body convulsed in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She was panting and grunting and finally had to twist her body away from his tongue and fingers as she shook with delirious pleasure throughout her body.

Jacob wiped his fingers off on his thigh and then wiped off his wet lips and chin before snuggling up beside his mother. She was laying on her side and still breathing deeply. As she felt her son moved up beside her, Rachel turned towards him. She kissed Jacob hard on the mouth her tongue seeking his, finding it, dancing with it.

"Oh my, Jacob," she said as she pulled her lips from his, "that was fantastic. How did you ever learn to do that?"

"Oh, I read a lot and, you know, you can learn stuff on the internet if you want too."

Rachel smiled and stroked her son's cheek. "Have you ever done that with any other woman... or girl?"

"Well, I guess a couple of times. I mean, I never thought I would get to be your lover and I do have a good sexual appetite. But, Mom, when I was making love to the others, I was always thinking about you. That wasn't fair to them, I know, but I couldn't help it. That's how I feel. I love you, Mom. You and no one else."

Rachel's eyes misted over and she got a lump in her throat. She searched her son's eyes. "Do you really think we can make this... us being lovers... do you really think we can make it work?"

"Yeah Mom, I do. I've got a couple of ideas, but that can wait 'til later, okay? Right now, my darling... ." Jacob paused to see how his use of the word darling would affect his mother.

Rachel's eyes widened then she smiled. "Well, I guess if we are going to be lovers... ." She paused, too, then took a deep breath and let it out. Lovers, she thought, if we're going to be lovers, my son and I. She closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying to clear it.

Jacob didn't say anything. He was holding his breath.

Jacob already fucked my pussy, Rachel was thinking, and even though he was very naughty about the way he did it, I did enjoy it. And then, with him going down on me and giving me such a wonderful orgasm. Oh hell, I have a healthy sexual appetite, too, it's just that I've only met dickheads and not any truly good men. I know Jacob is a truly good man and I know that he loves me.

And then she thought, God, it feels so good to be held against his naked body, to feel his strong arms around me and... here she opened her eyes and looked her son directly in the eyes.

"It seems, darling, that you have a hard problem here that needs attending to." 

Rachel reached down between their bodies to grasp her son's hard cock and give it a good squeeze.

Jacob gave his mother a big, toothy grin. "Yes, darling, I do believe you're right. How shall we take care of it."

She called me darling. My mother called me darling. This is going to work. Oh my God I'm so happy!

Rachel, still holding on to her son's cock, turned her body and looked over her shoulder at the clock on her night stand.

"We're running late, dear. I would love for you to fuck me but I don't want to clean up after. How about a blow job." Rachel gave her son two quick eyebrow raises and grinned.

"Later, darling, tonight, we can make love and take our time at it," she continued. "Okay?"

Jacob leaned in for another taste of his mother's mouth and tongue, kissing her for several moments. He was totally excited by what his mother was saying and wanting to do.

"I would love that, Mom... if you're sure that's what you want to do."

"I'm sure, Jacob. Now, just lay back and let me do the work this time." She gave her son a quick kiss on the lips then positioned herself between his legs and looked down at his cock. It looked bigger than any of the cocks she had fucked before, but then she hadn't fucked many.

"Just how big are you, Jacob," she asked, looking up at him.

Jacob was propped up on his elbows excitedly anticipating watching his mother suck his cock. "Seven inches long," he answered.

"And kind of thick, too," Rachel said.

Jacob shrugged. "I guess so," he said.

Now that Rachel was looking at her son's hard cock, examining it actually, for the first time since he had been a little boy, she liked what she saw. It was very hard as she slowly stroked it and then squeezed it. The surface veins were full and bulging. The glans was swollen, tight, and large. Her body shivered with the thought of how that would feel, tonight, when they would make love again, only this time knowing it was coming and taking their time. Her son's cock was straight from side to side and had a slight upward curve to it. In her limited experience with cocks she thought it was beautiful.

"I think you have a beautiful cock, Jacob," Rachel said as she lowered her mouth to the head.

Jason's heart skipped a beat with joy. His cock was his cock. His old friend. He'd never thought that his mother might consider it beautiful. How cool was that! 

There was a big, clear drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid about ready to escape from the end of his cock. Rachel started there with the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes as she licked that drop from her son's cock then she slipped her mouth completely over his glans and swirled her tongue around it.

Jacob gasped with pleasure. The sight of his mother's mouth on his cock and the feeling of it was incredible to him. It was his fantasy come true and he could hardly believe it was really happening.

Rachel started sucking her son's cock in earnest using her hand to stroke it, following her lips up and down the shaft.

My God, she thought excitedly. I'm actually sucking my son's cock. She moaned deep in her throat. She was sucking her son's cock! It was so taboo yet now that she had decided to be his lover so sexually exciting. She actually loved the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down on his hard, warm cock.

Jacob's sexual excitement was rising quickly, like a tea kettle coming to a boil. Seeing and feeling his mother sucking his cock looked so beautiful and felt so fantastic. And hearing her moan while sucking his cock surprised him and aroused him even more.

Jacob's breathing got faster and he was quickly reaching the point of no return when it came to having an orgasm.

"Yes, Mom, that's it! That's it! Oh Mom, you're going to make me come."

He didn't know if she was going to let him come in her mouth or pull her mouth off and let his cum spew out over his body. Right now he didn't really care. He was going to come and it was going to be good, he just knew it.

Rachel realized that she hadn't planned on what to do when Jacob came. She knew she only had two choices, let him come in her mouth or pull her mouth off at the last minute. She choose to let him come in her mouth. For some deep-seated, unknown erotic reason she didn't have time to analyze, she wanted to taste her son's cum and, yes, swallow his sexual essence, his semen, his seed.

Suddenly, Jacob let out a short, sharp sound and Rachel felt his cock pulse in her hand and in her mouth and then his cum was filling her mouth, spurt after spurt. She kept sucking and stroking and swallowing until he was emptied.

Still holding her son's cock in her hand, Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock and smiled. Jacob fallen back on the bed when he came, but now he raised his head and smiled back at his mother.

"Wow, Mom! That was so fantastic!"

Rachel raised her eyebrows quickly. "I'm glad you liked it, darling."

She looked down at his cock which was beginning to go soft and saw some more of his cum ready to drip out. She lowered her mouth to slurp it up then pulled her hand firmly up to the glans and was rewarded with another big drop of semen. She slurped that up quickly as well.

Rachel looked at the clock. "Okay, big boy. That's it... until tonight. We have to get dressed and get to the hospital. Then I have to get to work and you have to get to school.

Jacob sat up quickly and grabbed his mother by the shoulders. He kissed her on the mouth, darting his tongue into hers and then sucked on her tongue a bit before releasing her. 

"I love you, Mom. I love you so much."

Rachel pushed her son onto his back and threw herself on top of him. They kissed again, sweetly, affectionately. "And I love you too, Jacob. So very much. Now let's get going.

"Oh, and Jacob?" Rachel said as she pushed up away from her son.

"Yes, Mom."

"Get under the bed and find my other earring, please... since that was what I was trying to do before you jumped me from behind."

Chapter 3.

They saw a foot of snow in the driveway when they opened the garage door. Obviously, Rachel's 350Z wasn't going to make it through that. It was thirty yards to the street and there was a three foot berm at the street that the snow plows had thrown up when clearing the streets last night and in the early morning hours.

Jacob had anticipated this. Of course his Jeep Wrangler had its winter top on. Something he did after the first good frost. 

"Come on, Mom, I'll drive us to the hospital and take you to work. I'll only miss my first class. It'll be okay."

Rachel shrugged, she really didn't have a choice.

Jacob put the Wrangler into four-wheel drive and drove slowly up to the snow berm at the street. He looked both ways and didn't see another car coming from either direction. 

"Okay, Mom, hold on," he said after backing up a few yards. He gunned the engine and hit the pile of snow and plowed right through it, then braked quickly. He looked over to his mother who was grinning.

"That was fun," Rachel said, "but was it absolutely necessary?"

"No. I could have crawled over it, but then it wouldn't have been fun. I've told you should go four-wheeling with me sometime, Mom."

"Yeah, well, maybe later. Let's just get to the hospital.

When Rachel and Jacob walked up to the nurses station to get a report about how Uncle Joe was doing, the supervising nurse gave them a grim smile.

"Your uncle slipped into a coma this morning. The doctor is in there right now."

As Rachel and Jacob approached the private room their uncle was in, Doctor Matthews came out. 

"He's not doing well," he said. "He's in a coma now and... well, I don't give him much longer."

Rachel held back her tears. "That's okay Doctor Matthews, we were prepared for the worse. Uncle Joe and I have talked about this for several days now. Actually, I think he misses his wife, my Aunt Edna, and won't fight to stay alive. He wants to join her."

Rachel actually didn't believe in Heaven or Hell, punishment or reward for what one did in life. It was just too illogical when one really applied logic to the concept. Still, both Aunt Edna and Uncle Joe did and she was sure that her Uncle Joe was ready to let go and meet up with his wife again, in Heaven.

Rachel sat on Uncle Joe's right side and Jacob on his left. The tubes, the oxygen, the monitor that beeped, it was almost too much to bear. There was a no resuscitation order which Joe had signed when he was first admitted to the hospital. If he died there would be no "crash cart," no attempt to bring him back to life. He was eighty-five. He said that was enough. He was ready to go.

After several minutes of holding his hand, Rachel got up and leaned down to kiss her uncle on the forehead. "I love you Uncle Joe. And thank you so much for everything you did for me." A tear leaked out of both eyes and ran down her cheeks.

Jacob got up and also kissed his great-great-uncle on the forehead. "I love you Uncle Joe. You've been so good to me and taught me so many things. Go well into that good night."

Rachel looked up at her son at hearing the last thing he had said.

Jacob looked back. A tear also streaked down his left cheek. He shrugged and gave his mother a restrained smile as more tears spilled from his eyes.

It was three in the afternoon when Rachel got the call from the hospital... her uncle Joe had passed away without regaining consciousness. After crying quietly in her office for several minutes she called Jacob.

"He's gone," is all she said when he answered.

"I'm on my way, Mom," he said.

Rachel called in her assistant and told her to call in all the foremen.

"It's Uncle Joe, isn't," Cherise said. Everyone in the factory called Joe Smithfield, Uncle Joe. He encouraged it. He treated all of his employees as if they were family and they loved him.

Rachel, nodded, trying to hold back more tears. Cherise came around Rachel's desk and held her hands out to her, pulled her up and gave her a big, strong hug.

Several minutes later, Rachel informed all the foremen of her uncle's passing. "I will let you all know, and then you can tell everyone else, when and where the funeral will be and the memorial. There'll be a reception back at Uncle Joe's house. Everyone here, of course, is welcome.

Jacob arrived shortly thereafter and they went to the hospital to make arrangement to have his body picked up by the chosen funeral home. Then they went home, depressed and gloomy on a gloomy afternoon. It looked like it was going to snow again. The berm of snow thrown up by the city snow plows, as well as their drive way and sidewalk to the front door had been cleared. The same company that did their lawn service in the summer also did snow clearing in the winter.

It was nearly five o'clock and dark. They came in from the garage to the kitchen. 

"You hungry," Rachel asked her son.

"Not really. Maybe later."

"Yeah, me too."

Rachel turned to her son. "You're my lover now, right?"

"Yeah, of course, Mom." Jacob took his mother in his arms and hugged her tight against his body. He felt her crying, her body sobbing as she clung to him, but no noise.

"We're all alone now, baby," Rachel said as she lifted her tear-stained cheeks to her son.

Jacob kissed his mother lightly on the lips. "It's going to be okay, Mom. We've got each other and that will be enough... more than enough."

"Oh darling," Rachel exclaimed as she pressed her face against her son's chest and hugged him with all the strength she could.

Jacob liked that his mother called him darling. He kissed the top of her head and held on to her nearly as tightly as she was holding on to him.

Rachel pushed back and tilted her head up. She kissed her son on the lips. "Come on let's go upstairs," she said. Then she took Jacob's hand and headed for the stairs.

At the top of the stairs Jacob started to go towards his room. Rachel held on to his hand tightly.

"No dear, come to my room. I need you to hold me."

Jacob's heart soared with love, in spite of the fact that Uncle Joe had just died.

Mother and son entered her bedroom.

"Darling, start a fire in the stove while I take a shower. Then you can take a shower and join me in bed, okay?"

Jacob took his mother in his arms again. "Sure, Mom, that'll be fine." He kissed her tenderly.

Rachel went into her bathroom. Jacob knelt down before the wood stove. There was a basket beside it with kindling and several stove-length pieces of wood. 

By the time he had the fire going strongly and had closed the door to the stove his mother was finishing her shower. Jacob went to the window to look out into the darkness, seeing snowflakes swirling by the window. The fire, through the view pane cast a merry light into the room, although it was not a merry occasion. There was no other light in the room.

Rachel came out of the bathroom, nude. She walked up to her son and embraced him. "Hurry, Jacob. Take your shower. I need to feel your arms around me." She put her hands on either side of her son's face and pulled him to her for a short but affectionate kiss.

As Rachel climbed into bed Jacob went into the bathroom. His mother had left the shower running. He quickly stripped off his clothes and got into the shower. He also quickly showered, thoroughly, but without taking any extra time.

Within minutes he was showered and dried. He turn off the bathroom lights as he came back into the bedroom. The ruddy light of the fire from the wood stove danced around the room casting shadows. In the flickering light he saw his mother sitting up against the headboard of her big bed. The sheet and comforter covered her legs and waist, but her arms and upper body, including her breasts were bare.

Jacob's heart leap into his throat. His breath caught. This was his mother. This was the woman he loved. And this was the woman who now acknowledged him as her lover.




Taking Mother by Surprise



He slipped into bed beside his mother and she turned to meet him, to embrace him, to kiss him deeply, profoundly.

"Hold me Jacob. Hold me," Rachel whispered.

Jacob embraced his mother, pulling her lovely body hard against his. He brought his lips to hers and waited. She pressed her lips against his, then their mouths opened and they kissed a long, loving, wonderful kiss.

"I hope you don't think this is wrong," Rachel began. "I mean, Uncle Joe just dying and all... but I needed to be held and... ."

"Shh. It's okay, Mom. I understand," Jacob said. He kissed her tenderly, then more passionately. 

Rachel moaned as she slid her tongue against and around her son's tongue. She pressed her body hard against his. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back to his firm buttocks.

First Aunt Edna, now Uncle Joe. Life was too short. She wanted to forget about death right now. She wanted to celebrate life. 

"Take me, Jacob," she whispered hoarsely in his ear. Take me now."

Jacob's cock was already hard. He maneuvered himself between his mother's legs, which she spread wide for him. He kissed her passionately then reached down to position his cock at the entrance of her pussy. In the dark, shadow-dancing light coming from the stove he looked his mother in the face, barely able to make out her features, as he shoved his cock smoothly, deeply, fully into her pussy.

"Ahhh!" she gasped, "Jacob!"

And then he was fucking her, fucking his mother as he had done this morning. Only this time... this time, she wanted him to. 

Her son's cock sliding so smoothly into her pussy and stretching it so wonderfully had almost brought Rachel to an orgasm... almost but not quite. But she knew that if she let herself go it wouldn't be long.

She brought her legs up, thighs wide apart, knees bent and felt the wickedly good pressure of her son's hips pressing down between her legs as he fucked her with long, slow strokes.

"Oh God yes, Jacob," Rachel whispered in his ear. "This feels so good. You cock feels so good fucking me." She bit her son's earlobe causing him to gasp from pain that was pleasure. "I love you, Jacob. I love you so much."

Jacob reared up to look his mother in the eyes. "God, Mom, you talk to me like that and you'll make me come too soon."

"I want you to come, baby. This morning you were so sweet, wanting me to come first. But now, baby, Jacob, my lover, my darling, I want you to come. I want to feel you fucking me and coming in my pussy. I want it so much."

What was a son to do but his mother's bidding. Jacob kissed Rachel hard on the mouth as he began fucking her with abandon.

My God, he thought, I'm living out the fantasy I've been dreaming about for years. I'm making love with my mother... and she loves it... she wants it. I love her so much. I love her so much. I love her... . And then the moment was upon him.

"Mom! Mom! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"

"Yes my darling, yes. Come. Let it go. I want to feel you coming in me!" Rachel gasped. Her level of arousal just went to nine out of ten thinking, knowing, that her son was about to unleash a flood of his seed in her pussy... like he had in her mouth this morning. And, typically, a part of her mind reminded her to go to the pharmacy and get the morning after pill first thing tomorrow.

And then Jacob was grunting and groaning and his cock was pounding his mother's pussy fast and hard and Rachel cried out as her own orgasm took hold and flooded her being with intense and beautiful pleasure. She clung tightly to her son's body, biting his shoulder, as she was swept away in the beauty of the moment. All else faded from her mind and all that existed was Jacob and herself clinging to each other as their orgasms played out and then began to fade.

"Oh my, Jacob," Rachel said. "That was, that was... ." She took a deep breath and let it out. Her heart still beating hard. "That was fantastic," she finally got out. Then she laughed and took her son's face in her hands and gave him a delicious kiss that quickly turned from sweet and affectionate to deep and passionate. 

She was surprised that kissing her son like that actually made her pussy spasm with pleasure. She was also surprised that making love to her son like that had felt so wonderful and had given her such a strong orgasm. Rachel mentally shook her head. This is incest, sex with my son, and yet it feels so good. 

When they broke the kiss the first words out of Jacob's mouth were, "I love you, Mom." That earned him another, although less passionate, kiss.

"And I love you, too, Jacob."

He started to move to push back up off of his mother but Rachel stopped him.

"No, wait. I love feeling you over me... with your cock still in me." And she did. 

Rachel realized how much she'd missed making love with a man now. Her son was a man, albeit a young one. He was strong and lean and smelled good to her. She loved the feeling of his hips pressing between her legs. She didn't even mind the sweat that he had worked up fucking her, she had worked up some of her own.

And then their situation seemed to magnify in her mind. It was like she was only now fully realizing what they were doing... her son fucking her, as she had just thought of it. Oh yes, her son had fucked her. She and her son had fucked. Willing fuckers, lovers together. Intentionally using the words fucking, fucked, and fuckers in her mind seemed to increase her awareness of what they were doing. They were making love, yes. They were having sex, yes. They were fucking, oh yes! She knew she was supposed to be horrified and guilty and ashamed, but she felt none of those emotions. She felt liberated and free and, yes, in love herself... in love with her son.

"Oh, baby, I love you so much," Rachel whispered before she kissed her son again, with passion, loving the feeling of his tongue, so wet and slick, twisting around hers, sucking on his mouth and having him suck on hers.

"You took me by surprise last night, darling," Rachel said when she pulled her lips from his, "when you told me you were in love with me. You literally took me by surprise this morning when I was half under the bed with my naked ass sticking up in the air. And now I find that I've fallen in love with you and that, too, takes me by surprise, Jacob.

"You said you think we can make this work out. How? How exactly can we remain lovers and carry on with our lives?"

Jacob was surprised himself at his mother's declaration of her love for him as a lover. He was also delighted. He kissed his mother again. 

When he broke the kiss he pushed his body up, pulling his nearly flaccid cock wetly out of his mother's pussy. "One minute, Mom, he said as he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Rachel heard the water running and a couple of moments later Jacob came out of the bathroom with a damp cloth and a hand towel. He got up on the bed on his knees.

"Open up, Mom," he indicated her legs. When she did he used the damp cloth to wipe up the semen that was now beginning to leak out of her pussy, then he folded the hand towel and pressed it firmly against his mother's vagina, after which she closed her legs.

"Such a gentleman. Thank you," Rachel smiled warmly at her son.

"You're welcome. I didn't want you to sleep in the wet spot."

Jacob turned his body and tossed the wadded up wash cloth at the open bathroom door. It landed with a plop just inside on the tiles.

"Jacob!" Rachel said, but she was laughing.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll get it later."

Turning back to his mother he slid his body over hers, straddling her legs. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips then laid his body down beside her on her right side and braced his head up on his hand. He took a deep breath, then let it out.

"I hope you don't think me crass, Mom, for thinking about the future... ."

"What?" Rachel said. "Of course not... ."

"Shh, Mom," Jacob put a finger to his mother's lips. "Let me explain."

"Mom, we both knew that Uncle Joe wasn't long for this world. And now, of course, he's gone sooner than we thought. I am sincerely sorry because I really loved Uncle Joe. He was so good to me and so good for me and taught me so much.

"But more to the point, with his passing you will inherit this house and, basically, the factory, too. I'm sure there will be stocks and bonds in there also. And I'm sure I'll inherit the boat."

The boat was a 1986 forty foot Bayfield ketch. It was a beautiful two-masted sailboat that was rigged for single-hand sailing. Uncle Joe had bought it from the original owner years ago and rename it the Edna May, after his wife, Rachel and Jacob's Aunt Edna. The boat and sailing the Great Lakes was Uncle Joe's only hobby and he loved it dearly. He started taking Jacob out—much to Rachel's consternation, insisting on going along for most of the trips—when he was only three-years-old.

Every spring Uncle Joe would take the boat out of dry dock storage and prepared it for the summer sailing season. He taught Jacob everything about the boat and sailing. By the time Jacob was thirteen he could handle the boat all by himself. He loved it and sailing as much as his uncle Joe.

"Okay?" Rachel said. A small frown furrowed her brow. She wasn't sure if she was following where her son was going.

"Mom, are you wedded to this house," he said with a slight smile, "so to speak that is?"

Rachel caught the innuendo and smiled, too. "No. I mean, I love this house. It was Aunt Edna and Uncle Joe's, but it's so big."

"And are you totally, uh, dedicated to running the business?"

"No," she said slowly.

"Do you love these long, cold Chicago winters?"

Now Rachel laughed. Snow was okay, once in a while, but she hated the long cold winters and loved it when they, the whole family, had taken vacations to Florida or the Virgin Islands. 

"You know the answer to that, sweetie."

"Okay, so, when everything is straightened out, when we come into our inheritances, why don't you sell the house and the business. That should bring in several millions of dollars. Then we can pack up our personal belongings and put them in storage, pack a couple of bags and sail the Edna May down to the Caribbean and look for a place to resettle."

One year Jacob and Uncle Joe took an extra long vacation and sailed through the Great Lakes, up the Saint Lawrence Seaway and out to the Atlantic Ocean, rounding Nova Scotia and stopping at Halifax before heading back. It had been an educational and exciting trip for both of them.

Rachel didn't say anything for awhile, looking into her son's earnest eyes, mentally going over what he had just suggested.

"And," Jacob continued, "where ever we go we could, uh, you know, go as husband and wife." He gave his mother a searching look.

"But, Jacob, I'm fourteen years older than you."

"And only look, maybe, six or seven years older than me... maybe even less."

It was true that Rachel was often thought to be in her late twenties at most.

Rachel beamed and blushed and pulled her son down for another kiss, a long, wet, delicious, horny-making kiss.

His hands began roaming over her body. Her left hand went down to his crotch to capture his cock, which was quickly becoming hard again.

Rachel pulled her lips from her son's mouth. "Mmm, I love kissing you." And she did. Now that she had accepted this incestuous affair she was enjoying every aspect of it and kissing her son was a big enjoyment to her.

She was stroking her son's hard cock now, anticipating how it would feel inside her pussy again. "Okay, darling, I think what you've proposed is basically sound. Yeah, I wouldn't mind sailing away to the Caribbean to make a new life there. And yeah, we should be—well, really, will be—financially independent. But are we just going to be on a life-long vacation? That sounds boring... I mean, okay for a month or two, but then I, and you too, will have to find something to do or we'll go crazy."

"Right you are, dear." Jacob kissed his mother lightly on the lips. "We could set up a business to take people on charter sailing cruises around the Caribbean, maybe teach them how to sail. What'd you think?"

"It has possibilities," Rachel said with a mischievous smile. Then she slid down the bed and took her son's cock in her mouth, sucking on it firmly at first, hearing him groan with pleasure, then running her saliva slick tongue around and around the glans before taking him deep into her mouth again and sucking up and down on his thick, hard cock. She reached between her legs and pulled the hand towel out and tossed it behind her to the floor.

"Wait," Jacob breathed. He pulled away from his mother and turned his body around. "Get on top of me. I want to lick your pussy while you suck my cock."

"But Jacob, you just... . I mean my pussy and...?"

"Did you or did you not take a load of my cum in your mouth this morning, Mom. And did you or did you not swallow it? I guess it can't be poison then, eh? I'm not gay, Mom, but it is my cum from my body... like my saliva only different. What's left in your pussy right now isn't going to bother me one bit. Hell, Mom, I'd gladly lick my cum from your pussy anytime. And right now I want to lick your pussy, cum or no cum, while you suck my cock. Okay?"

"Well okay," Rachel laughed at her son's irrefutable logic. But also, a thrill of passion and excitement ran through Rachel's body just hearing her son talk like that... wanting to lick her pussy after having just fucked it. 

"Great idea," she said. She was totally sexually aroused again. She wanted to suck her son's cock while he licked her pussy. Oh yes! But then she wanted him to fuck her again. Tell him, she told herself.

"Great idea, Jacob. I, I... want to suck your cock while you lick my pussy. But don't come. I want your beautiful cock fucking my pussy again."

Had his mother been sucking his cock when she told him that, Jacob figured it would have excited him so much he would have come right then and there. But, of course, if she'd been sucking his cock, her mouth would have been full and she couldn't have said anything. He laughed to himself at his silly thoughts. But the thought that his mother wanted him to fuck her again and said so openly was the thought that excited him the most.

Rachel straddled her son's face and lowered her pussy to his mouth as she leaned down to take his cock in her mouth. She gave out a long pleasurable moan as her son began to lick and suck on her pussy.

For the next several moments the only sounds in the bedroom were the crackle and pop of the fire, heavy breathing, and the occasion gasp or moan as Jacob or Rachel did something that felt particularly good to the other.

Jacob was getting close to coming. He pulled his mouth from his mother's pussy. "Stop, Mom. Stop. It's getting too intense."

Rachel quickly pulled her mouth off her son's cock and just as quickly maneuvered around, reversing her body to end up straddling her son's hips. Her very wet pussy pressed Jacob's cock down flat over his belly. It felt delightful to her, feeling the hard, thick shaft spreading her labia.

She bent down to give her son a big wet kiss that lasted for several moments. She was so damned turned on right now that even just kissing Jacob was making her moan with pleasure, or maybe it was the fact that her hips were moving her hot, wet pussy lips up and down on her son's ever so hard cock. 

Rachel pushed herself up straight and looked down at her son with a wickedly sexual smile. "Do you mind if I'm on top, darling?"

"Not at all, darling. In fact, I'd love that. I'd love watching you fuck me." He gave his mother his own wickedly sexual smile. "But stop moving for a second or two and let my cock settle down or I'll be coming way too soon."

"Okay," Rachel said and stopped rubbing her pussy over her son's cock. And then she raised her hands to her breasts to squeeze them hard, raised her face to the ceiling then looked back down into her son's eyes and gave him a wicked grin. "Ooo, yes baby! Momma's going to fuck you. Momma's going to fit your big hard cock in her tight little pussy and sit down on it all the way."

Rachel was shocked at what she was saying and how she was saying it, but she was totally caught up in having incestuous sex with her son. And what she was saying and how she was saying it increased her sexual stimulation, her sexual arousal. At the same time she could see her words were having a similar effect on Jacob.

Rachel raised up a bit and used her right hand to position the head of her son's cock at her vaginal opening. She was looking at her son. He looked up at her for a second then focused on his mother's pussy and his cock. Rachel released her hold on her son's cock and lowered her hips to shove her son's cock balls-deep into her pussy. She sighed and moaned at the lovely feeling of his thickness spreading her and of his length filling her so wonderfully.

"Jesus, Mom," Jacob breathed, "that was... wonderful." The sight of his mother sitting her pussy down on his cock driving it deep inside her pussy inflamed his mind with pure lust. He had fucked other girls—women—but none of them had ever done that... at least not with the overt sensual sexuality that his mother had just done it. That was a new sexual experience to him and he loved it. He also realized that his mother was a much more sexual person than he had originally thought she was.

"You liked that, Jacob, watching me sit on your cock?" Rachel asked. It was a rhetorical question. She closed her eyes and began to rise and fall on her son's absolutely delightful cock, fucking it in and out of her tight, slick pussy. 

"Ooo, yes! Oh Jacob, you feel so good in me." Rachel wailed as she continued to work her pussy up and down on her son's cock.

Jacob was loving what his mother was doing. God it felt so good. He had a desire to roll her over onto her back and fuck her good and hard, but he restrained himself. She was enjoying what she was doing, that was obvious, and she was in control. He didn't mind that at all. He did curl his body up and reached for his mother's breasts.

Rachel moaned again as Jacob began to massage her tits and to pinch and tug on her nipples.

"Bite my nipples, Jacob. Suck on them and bite them," she said in a hoarse, breathy voice.

Jacob raised his torso up farther and brought his mouth to his mother's right breast and sucked in her pretty pink nipple. He ran his tongue around it then he bit it gently at first, not wanting to hurt her.

"Harder, darling, bite it harder," Rachel said as she pushed her breast forward, hard against her son's mouth.

Jacob bit his mother's nipple harder then pulled back on it. His right hand was pinching and tugging on her left nipple as hard as he could.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" Rachel wailed. And then she was convulsing, falling forward against her son, her hips fucking the base of his wonderful cock against her clitoris as she came and came and came. 

Wow, Jacob thought, Mom's really, but really, a hot sexy woman.

Jacob embraced his mother, pulled her down on top of him, held her tightly as the last of her orgasm pulsed through her body. He kissed her ear and whispered how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, and how he would never leave her, ever. He could actually feel her heart beating hard in her chest.

After a few moments Rachel pushed herself up, bracing herself on her arms.

She gave Jacob a quick double eye brow raise and grinned at him. "Wow! That was great." Then she leaned down to kiss her son passionately, thinking how wonderful it was to kiss him, to taste his mouth, his tongue. Again, as it had done before, her pussy contracted from the delicious pleasure she was taking in kissing her son. Or maybe it was the fact that his still hard cock pulsed and twitched in her orgasmically sensitive vagina while they were kissing.




Taking Mother by Surprise



After breaking the kiss, Rachel pushed back and sat up all the way over her son's hips, with his hard cock feeling so lovely pressing deep up inside her pussy. She grinned at Jacob.

"That was fun," she said simply.

Jacob laughed. "Yes it was. Are you ready for more?"

"More," Rachel's eyes went wide in mock amazement, "may I please?" she said then laughed.

She squealed in surprise as her son rolled his body up quickly, crossing his legs and pulling them in close to his body. He had his mother on her back instantly. He leaned in to kiss her several times, sucking on her tongue, delighting in the pressure of her lips as they molded and un-molded against his, loving the wetness, the slickness, the taste of her mouth... and, as he got his legs straightened out, he began fucking her.

Rachel pulled her lips from Jacob's, placed her arms around his neck, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Oh yes, Jacob. Oh yes," she said then pulled him down tightly on top of her as he continued thrusting his overly stimulated cock hard and fast in and out of her sweet, tight pussy, as tight as any girl he'd ever fucked.

Nothing was said now for several minutes. Their passion and sexual tension was building second by second.

Then, "Mom! Mom! I'm going to come, Mom."

"Yeah, baby, let me have it! Come in my pussy, Jacob."

Rachel was totally into having sex with her son now and totally into having him coming in her pussy. It was terribly exciting and wonderfully arousing to feel him, his body, his arms around her, his hips thrusting, and his cock plunging in and out of her, when he was coming. It thrilled her to her core. And, further, knowing her son would be filling her pussy with his semen, that this was incest, that it was her son who was fucking her so delightfully, added to her excitement, thrilled her more than she could have ever imagined. But then, she did love him, as her son of course, so very much, but now... now, as her lover also—and she was completely accepting of that—loving him in a new way and just as strongly. It made the sex for her more exciting and her orgasms stronger.

Jacob groaned as his hips pounded hard between his mother's wide-spread legs. "Uhhh! Yeah! Mom! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Oh baby!" Rachel cried out and her eyes filled with tears as she felt her son coming, fucking her, fucking her pussy and shooting his hot, thick cum deep up inside it... and then she was coming to, filled with love and, yes, lust for her son and what they were doing.

"I love you, Jacob! I love you baby!" Rachel managed to cry out as the wonderful pulsing pleasure of her climax pushed all other thoughts out of her mind.

Both mother and son were panting, perspiring, holding each other tightly as the last of their orgasms faded leaving them with that wonderful warm feeling that good sex and a great orgasm leaves behind.

"Oh, Mom," Jacob said as he raised his head from her shoulder where it had been resting. "I can't begin to tell you just how much I love you." He paused. "And the sex is pretty good, too."

Rachel felt her son's body shake as he quietly chuckled.

"Dickhead!" she exclaimed then laughed and kiss him affectionately for a long time.

"Yes, darling," she said when Jacob broke the kiss to look lovingly down into his mother's eyes, "the sex is pretty good and I love you so very much too."

And then she sighed. "But I still am worried about our age difference.

"Well, Mom, Ashton Kutcher married Demi Moore and there were more years separating them than us."

"Duh! And after five years they separated then divorced."

"Hey, Mom, that's Hollywood. How many marriages in Hollywood last five years."

Rachel laughed and kiss her son sweetly on the mouth.

"Besides, Mom, I've been researching it on the internet... older women and younger men... and... I want you to know, I don't think of you as older."

"Yet," Rachel commented.

"Or ever will. But, what I've found out is that there are more than a few marriages of older women and younger men, ten to twenty years difference in ages, that have lasting up to twenty years or more.

"Mom, I think you're beautiful. And, yes, I know you think you're probably not even pretty. But you are. And don't say anything," Jacob said as he saw his mother begin to respond.

"I love you not just for your physical beauty but for the whole woman that you are, the whole you. Yes, I see a lot of beautiful young women and I've dated a few. But, Mom, I can't explain it logically. I feel it and I can only tell you what I feel. You've got my heart. You are the only woman for me. I mean that with all my heart and soul. I've tortured myself about this for a very long time now. And I know what I feel and I've looked far forward into the future and I'm ready to go there with you. And, damn, Mom, it feels so good to be able to tell you how I really feel, what's inside me, how much I love you for the complete and whole beautiful woman that you are and how much I want to be... well, not just your lover, but your husband in every sense of the word." 

Tears were welling up in Rachel's eyes. "Oh Jacob, is this true? Is this how your really and truly feel. Are you really sure this is what you want?" 

Tears were now beginning to roll down Rachel's cheeks. Could her son, her Jacob, be her one and true love? Yes, he was her son, and she loved him as her son, but now she was loving him as a man. Oh how she wanted to believe that what he was saying was true.

"Yes, Mom, I swear to you it's true. You are and have been the woman that I love so much that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as your husband, loving you, laughing with you, sharing everything we can, building a life together."

Jacob began kissing the tears from his mother's cheeks. "I do love you, Mom. And this is no idle fantasy. Like I've told you, I've known I've been in love with you for years now and only last night was I able to tell you and only this morning was I able to act upon it... although that was probably not the right way to go about it."

Rachel laughed and hugged Jacob to her. "I don't know how else you could have gone about it. And look. Look where your impetuous actions have brought us. Here, as lovers and... ." She looked seriously into her son's eyes. "And as true lovers... for life?"

"Yes, mother, as true lovers for life." Jacob hugged her and kissed her several times.

"But still, there is the age difference, Jacob. I worry about that," Rachel said.

"Well, Mom, if anyone asks we can tell them I'm twenty-two or twenty-three and you're twenty-six or twenty-seven. That's only three or four years difference. Not a big deal, right? Because, Mom, you know you can pass for twenty-six and I could be a couple of years older. It's not like anyone we meet is going to demand to see our ID's to see how old we are, or ask to see my birth certificate to see who my mother is. Plus, we already have the same last name on the ID's we do have. So, we're Mr. And Mrs. Landers as far as anyone is concerned once we leave here and find a place to resettle."

Rachel sniffed back the last of her tears, caused by her son's declaration of lasting love for her, and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. That could work." Then she smiled.

"So, are you willing to come sail away with me, Rachel?"

"Rachel, not Mom?"

"Not if we are going to be husband and wife, Rachel. Okay?"

Rachel put her hand behind her son's head and pulled him to her for a long kiss. "Yes, dear," she said simply when she broke the kiss.

Mother and son grinned at each other and kissed again.

"Now, I'm going to freshen up." Rachel said. "You can wait for me or go down the hall to the other bathroom, but I expect you back in this bed as soon as you're done. I want to sleep with my... husband tonight and every night that we can."

"Oh Mom, you've made me so happy," Jacob exclaimed as he hugged his mother tightly. 

Rachel kissed her son. "And you've made me so happy, too, Jacob.

And he had. She wasn't totally sure this would work out, all things considered. But she thought it was a workable idea and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure all would go well. As she entered her bathroom she made a mental note for them to get her an engagement ring and wedding bands for both of them. If this was going to work, then the rings would a nice touch, maybe even necessary since they would be, all things considered, rich.

She thought of Uncle Joe then and she felt the sadness of missing that wonderful, jolly, and loving old man who, with Aunt Edna, had done so much for her and Jacob and now, in death, was doing even more. "I love you Uncle Joe," Rachel whispered. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Say hi to Aunt Edna for me. I miss you both, we miss you both so much."

Chapter 4.

Rachel woke up feeling relaxed. She yawned and stretched, smiling as she remembered that Jacob was sleeping with her and that they were now lovers. He was sleeping on his right side, next to her, and she turned to spoon up against his back. She slipped her hand through an opening between his arm and his body and let her fingers lightly stroked across his chest and belly. Her face was pressed against the warm skin between his shoulder blades and she inhaled the fragrance of it, deciding she liked his natural smell a lot.

Then the reality of Uncle Joe's passing caught up with her and she stifled a sob. But the thought of the death of her beloved uncle was too much for her and her body began to shake with more sobs. Rachel started to pull away from her son, not wanting to wake him up.

"Mom!" Jacob said, coming awake instantly. He turned his body around in bed quickly and caught his mother up in his arms.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"I thought you were going to call me Rachel from now on, darling," Rachel said with a tear-streaked smile.

"Well, I... forgot. I heard... felt you crying and I was concerned and I... ."

"Oh, Jacob, I was just thinking of Uncle Joe. I know he was old and I know he wanted to, as he put it, go join Edna in heaven. But it still makes me so sad that he's gone now, too. Now we're all alone, Jacob. It's just you and me... as far as family goes."

When Jacob was five, Edna had tried to convince her niece, Rachel's mother, to come to Winnetka to visit and see her grandson. Rachel's father had said absolutely not. If his daughter would put the bastard up for adoption and then get married proper, he might allow her to come home. Well, that was that. And neither Rachel nor her Aunt Edna tried to contact them again.

"So," Rachel continued as she wiped the tears from her cheeks and gave her son a gentle smile, "it was good timing on our part to become lovers, eh?" Now she did smile brightly.

Rachel put her arms around Jacob's neck and pulled him to her to kiss him lightly, sweetly, several times.

"Now I have to go pee," Rachel said. "And you probably do too, but hurry back to bed, darling. I want you to make love to me again." She reached her hand down to her son's groin and, to her surprise, found he had a full erection.

"Oh my, are you ready already?"

Jacob chuckled. "No, Mom. Evidently you haven't have much experience with young men."

"Not waking up in bed with them." Rachel said, puzzled.

"I wake up every morning, or nearly so, with a hard-on."

"Really? And is that just you or... ."

"To the best of my knowledge and belief, that's all or most young men. It's our raging hormones, you know.

"But then I go pee and lose the erection. Actually, I have to relax and lose the erection, or most of it, before I pee. It's damned hard to pee with a full hard-on."

"But it will come back, right?"

Jacob laughed and gave his mother a kiss on the lips as he threw back the bed covers prior to getting out of bed. His hard cock was standing straight up from his body.

"Oh yeah, Rachel, it'll come back. With a little kissing and hugging it'll be as good as new in no time. Hell, I'll probably get half-hard, if not fully hard before I get back into bed just thinking about making love with you again, darling."

Rachel was staring at her son's erect cock. She hadn't really taken the time to get a good look at it yesterday when she sucked him off. She had been in somewhat of a hurry then. And last night in the dim, ruddy light given off by the wood stove, she'd felt it more than seen it when it was fully hard.

She reached out her hand and lightly ran her fingertips up and down her son's swollen member. She let them play so softly around the firm cock head before she grasped her son's cock gently then tugged up and down on it. In the bright early morning light coming in from the windows it looked thicker and longer than she had imagined.

Jacob sucked air in through pursed lips and his body shivered from the delightful feeling of his mother's hand and fingers on his cock. 

I had this lovely big cock in my pussy, filling me, fucking me, she told herself. I had it in my mouth, sucking it. But it's bigger than any cock I've ever had... not that I've had that many. Still, I'm amazed. Oh yes, I want to feel Jacob's cock fucking me again! 

Rachel shifted her body, got to her knees and leaned down to take her son's cock in her mouth.

"Oh Rachel," Jacob swallowed. "I really do need to go pee."

Rachel didn't stop bringing her mouth down to her son's cock. "Oh, darling, just a tease, okay? Your cock is so beautiful when it's big and hard like this, with all the veins full and bulging and the head so swollen." Then she brought her mouth down over that swollen head and slid her lips down over the vein-bulging shaft.

Jacob gasped at the utterly wonderful feeling of his mother's warm, wet, silky smooth mouth as it slid up and down on his cock. He forgot about everything else but how good his mother's cocksucking mouth felt.

Then Jacob groaned his disappointment as Rachel pulled her mouth off of his erection and sat back on her heels. She grinned at her son mischievously. "Okay, darling, you can go pee now. But do hurry back. I want to play with your beautiful cock some more."

Jacob laughed weakly. "Yeah, well now it might take a little longer for me to get it to go down, now that you've stimulated it so much."

Rachel laughed brightly and leaned over to kiss her son on the mouth. "I have every confidence you can get the job done, dear.

With that she pushed herself back to the edge of the bed and stood up. Still facing Jacob, Rachel laced her fingers together and raised her arms high above her head as she stretched her body fully, bending backwards as she did so.

Jacob had yet to move despite all his protestation about having to go pee. The sight of his fully naked mother stretching her beautiful, willowy body like that in front of him had him captivated. His eyes took her in from her lovely shoulders and collar bones—that he always thought looked so sexy—to her small but firm and well-shaped breasts and pretty pink areola with their sensitive nipples, down over the cavity her rib cage was making from being stretched back, then over her sexy navel and flat stomach to her projecting pubic bone covered with closely trimmed light brown hair, with her sexual cleft just below it, and on down over her firm and well-defined thighs to her knees. She look a dream. 

When she finished stretching, Rachel tilted her head down and to the side a little. "Still here?" She gave her son a playful smile before turning and walking to her bathroom.

Jacob still didn't move. Now the sight of his mother from behind—broad shoulders; long, lean back; narrow waist, lovely swell of womanly hips; firm buttocks; and long, shapely, tapered legs—was a wonderful sight to behold.

As his mother closed the bathroom door, without a backward glance, Jacob sighed then got up and headed for the hall bathroom to take care of his morning needs.

Rachel came out of her bathroom and went to stand by the window nearest her side of the bed... . My side of the bed, she thought and smiled. She'd never shared a bed with anyone, except with Jacob when he was very young and became frightened of thunderstorms.

It was another bright, clear morning. It had only snowed another three inches or so. Later today she and Jacob had an appointment at the funeral parlor. She sighed. Sad, but necessary. They'd get through this.

Rachel had just gotten back into bed when her son came walking through the door. He grinned at his mother. His hand on his half erect cock, which he flapped up and down making Rachel laugh. 

He's definitely not a pretty boy, she thought to herself. Ruggedly handsome, I guess. Her son stood six feet tall in his bare feet. He had a gymnast's body. His hair was a rich, thick brown, and just a bit shaggy, she thought, but it looked good on him. He had dark green eyes with flecks of brown in them. She knew which one of the two brothers was likely to be his father, but neither one of them stepped up to help her out when she needed them to.

Rachel suppressed a sigh. That was long ago and far away. Now she and her son were going to make a new life for themselves and that was just fine with her, better than just fine. She gave her son a big smile as he climbed into bed next to her... from his side of the bed.

"You look beautiful," Rachel said.

Jacob gave his mother a bemused look. "Beautiful?"

"Well, maybe not beautiful, but very male and handsome in a rugged sort of way... . But you look beautiful to me." She saw she'd made her son blush and loved him even more for it. 

Rachel laid back and held her arms out to her son. He came into them and mother and son traded several sweet kisses, slipping their tongues in and out of each other's mouths, sucking on them, molding lips together and twisting wet, slick tongue around wet, slick tongue.

"Oh my!" Rachel exclaimed when she pulled her mouth away from Jacob's, "just holding you and kissing you is making my pussy wet." 

Jacob chuckled. "Put your hand on my cock, Mom."

She did. "Ooo! Wonderful, it's all big and hard again... . And you just called me 'Mom' again."

Jacob opened his mouth to say something but Rachel continued before he could. "But that's okay, darling. It'll just take a while for you to get used to calling me by my name."

"Right... Rachel," Jacob said before giving his mother a quick kiss.

Rachel then threw the covers back and quickly moved her body to kneel between her son's legs. She held his cock by the base with her right hand while her left hand cupped and gently massaged his balls. She looked up at him and smiled.

"I want to suck your cock for a bit, but then I want you to fuck me, okay?"

"Jesus, Mom... yeah, okay!" Jacob exclaimed. He didn't think his cock could get any harder, hearing her tell him that, but then when her smooth as silk, warm, wet mouth engulfed the end of his cock and her lips continued way, way down on his shaft, he felt his cock get hard as steel.

Rachel began bobbing her head up and down, moving her tight lips and sucking mouth up and down on her son's cock. She absolutely loved the feeling of his thick, hard shaft and bulbous head moving in and out of her mouth. She took her mouth completely off his cock then swirled her saliva-thick tongue around and around the inflated glans. She heard her son gasp and saw his body shiver with pleasure.

She wondered how long it would take her son to get hard again if she decided to suck him off and have him come in her mouth as she had done yesterday morning. The thought excited her tremendously. He was a young man and could probably recover quickly. He could lick her pussy in the meantime and make her come with his mouth, too. They had plenty of time. It was still early. Okay, she decided, that's the plan.

Rachel took her mouth off of her son's cock. It was slick and shiny from her saliva. "Jacob, I've changed my mind."