16 comments/ 107931 views/ 121 favorites Because Mom Said So By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: The Job Opportunity Claire didn't know it at the time, but the meeting with her boss was about to change her life forever. Strange motions were about to be set in place. Some of it was fate. Some of it was the unintended consequences of her own actions. In some ways, it was for the worse. There were many burdens and responsibilities to follow. But mostly, it was for the better. *** She had always gotten along well with the boss. Everyone did. He was a nice guy, always friendly with the employees. He was always accommodating with everyone's needs. He was always a fair minded person. In that mid-sized tech company, everyone was treated like family. The meeting was impromptu. Claire had been called to the office, and judging by the look on the boss's face, it was for something good. Maybe there's a promotion available, she hoped. As they sat and talked, the mood became lighter. They exchanged plenty of back-and-forth banter, along with some extra small talk. The boss leaned back on his chair. "Claire, what can I say? Hiring you was the best decision of my career. And I've been in this business for a long time." She blushed, "Thank you. That's very sweet of you to say." "I mean it. I never tell a lie. You're the best." The charm offensive was in full swing. A promotion, perhaps? She wished. "Well, this company has done so many great things," she replied. "It's a pleasure to be involved with the different endeavors. That's what motivates me." He gave a long slow nod. "Good. Excellent. I'm glad you feel that way. The reason I've asked you to come to my office is because we're having a corporate retreat this weekend. Are you available?" "I believe so," she replied, containing her excitement. "If there's anything else on my schedule, I can clear it." Of course, there was nothing on her schedule that weekend. But she wanted to sound important to the boss. "Good. That's the corporate spirit. I apologize for the late notice, but, I've done some thinking, and I've concluded that you'd fit in nicely. You have the personality for these sorts of events." Claire sat up straighter and smiled. "Thank you sir." "Also, we want to see how you do. There will be other leaders in the tech industry there. Not just from our company, but from around silicon valley. It's your chance to rub shoulders with the best." "That sounds like an amazing opportunity," she said. "I shouldn't be telling you this, but one of our executives is retiring soon. That obviously leaves a job opening. And, well, maybe you could fill that spot when the time comes." The joy was bubbling inside of her, and adrenaline flowed through her veins. She wanted to scream with joy. But she couldn't. She had to maintain her dignified and lady-like appearance. There would be plenty of time for celebration later. "That certainly sounds wonderful," she said in a measured tone. "I'll be there this weekend." "One more thing," he added. "Yes?" "It's a family retreat. There will be plenty of boats, water activities, camp fires, you name it. But the emphasis is that it's a family event. So, you'll need to bring someone with you." "That shouldn't be a problem." "Anyone in mind?" They both knew that Claire had been divorced several years ago, and that she had a string of unsuccessful relationships ever since. It was the price of having such a demanding work schedule. And they both knew that Claire was the mother of an 18-year old college freshman, who was a fairly outgoing young man. "I'll bring my son," Claire said. "Would he mind? Isn't he away at college?" "Actually, he attends a nearby college. So he lives at home with me." "How lucky," the boss nodded. "Most of the time, the kids move away, and the parents rarely see them again. That happens all the time. So you're very lucky to still be able to spend time with your son." 'If you only knew...' Claire thought, remembering what a pain-in-the-ass her son could be sometimes. "You're right," she said to the boss. "I'm a very lucky woman." "But would he be okay coming along? That's the big question. When I was in college, I hated going with my father to anything work related. Everyone there was so old and dull. I only wanted to hang out with the cool kids." "Then I guess I'm very fortunate to have such an obedient son. He listened to whatever I say, and he never complains." Of course, it wasn't true, but Claire did her best to paint herself as the ideal mother, which she tried her hardest to be. "Sounds like one heck of a kid," the boss nodded. "Well, that's all I wanted to talk to you about. The event is this weekend. I'll send you an email explaining all of the details." "Thanks again for inviting me. I look forward to the event." Part 2 of 3: The Dutiful Mother It was 5:13 by the time Claire arrived home. The usual time of her arrival. The most comforting part of her day was removing her shoes and being able to walk barefoot around the house. As always, the first thing she did was head to the refrigerator for a cup of juice. Heading up the stairs, she heard loud music coming from her son's room. Even though his door was closed, she still heard her son playing a Nick Cave album on the stereo. Knocking on his door never worked. The music was too loud for him to hear anything. She swung the door open to find Jeff laying in bed playing a violent video game. When the door opened, Jeff knew to shut the music off, which he did. "A little loud, don't you think?" Claire asked politely. "You weren't home yet." "I'm here now." Jeff shrugged. "Okay, I got it." With that, he returned to playing video games. Claire was completely ignored as she stood by the doorway. "There's something else I need to ask you," she said. He paused the game again. "Yeah, what?" "You're coming with me this weekend to a retreat." "A what?" "An outdoor retreat," Claire explained. "There's going to be plenty of small boats and water skiing activities. All the stuff that you enjoy doing." "I did that last month with my friends, remember? Plus I have a date with Samantha this weekend." "Who's Samantha?" Jeff shook his head. "Only the hottest girl in college." "How come you never tell me these things?" "You never ask," he rudely sighed. "Jeff, this is very important. I'm asking for a favor right now." "I don't see what the big deal is. There's going to be other people there, right? Just go hang out with them. I'll be fine by myself." "It's a family oriented work retreat, Jeff. It's only for two-days. That's it. You can postpone the date until we come back." "Are you serious? Samantha was my childhood crush for years. Now that she's broken up with her asshole boyfriend, I've finally got a shot. If I postpone the date, then some other douche bag is going to take my place. Then I'll never get a shot." "Please, watch your language. I don't like curse words." "Too bad, mom. You've pissed me off." She gave her angry son a heartfelt look. She tried being the perfect mother, but it never worked. Being a single parent was tough. Ever since the divorce, Jeff had never been the same kid since. Without a proper father figure in his life, Jeff rebelled against authority. And deep down, Claire felt responsible for that. "Look," she said. "I'll double your allowance for the month. And I'll throw in a bonus if you behave around everyone else." Jeff unpaused the game and started playing again. "I don't need your money. I've got plenty of cash selling drugs." "What!?!?" "It was a joke. Jeez, relax, will you?" "Jeff, that's not funny." "If you don't like it, then leave me alone." She shook her head. "You know, Jeff, you can be a real ass sometimes." Claire slammed the door shut and went to her room. She needed a warm bath to relieve the stress from her work, and from her obnoxious son. *** Being a single mother was emotionally draining. She sank further into the bubble bath and thought about life. Going to the corporate retreat was essential to her career. But her son was being a real jerk about it. Like most young men, Jeff had a weakness for older women. It was something that Claire had reluctantly used to her advantage in the past. She was never proud of it, but it worked when necessary. In many ways she blamed Jeff. He never made a secret about what he liked. He never attempted to hide where he looked. And sometimes he was vocal about it. Claire stood and drained the soapy water from the bath. She showered briefly and dried herself with a towel. As she looked at her naked middle-aged body in the mirror, she wondered if she could do it again. The tactic was humiliating & degrading to her. But Jeff loved it. For her career, and for her son, it might have been worth another try. *** Dinner that night was mostly quiet. Claire was still frustrated with her son. And Jeff was peeved at his nagging mother. "I'll make you a deal," Claire said politely, breaking the awkward silence. "If you come with me to the retreat, and if you behave, then I'll...let you see me in a bikini again." Jeff's eyebrows raised, which formed into a slightly mischievous look. The kind of look that a little pervert would have once an opportunity has arisen. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, playing dumb. "You know exactly what I mean. Please, this is serious. It's a family retreat, and I need you to come with me." "But what did you mean about the bikini thing?" he asked, this time in a more innocent sounding tone. "Please don't make me say it, Jeff." "But I'm curious. Do you want me to go to the retreat, or not?" She sighed, "If you come with me to the retreat, I'll model my body for you. In my bikini." "Just one bikini?" "It depends." "On?" "If you're being good," she replied. "If you listen to me, do as I say, and behave on the trip, then maybe I'll wear a few different outfits for you." He smiled, "Deal. I'll go to your stupid retreat, just don't forget what you promised, okay mom?" That was the moment Claire wondered if she had made a big mistake. She watched her son as he finished eating. She knew that she was unleashing circumstances that she may not be able to control. *** She stopped by the mall a few days later. With the upcoming retreat days away, she needed an assortment of new things to wear. Especially if she wanted to look classy in front of all the tech leaders she would be meeting. Going store to store, she browsed as quickly as she could. Eventually both hands were filled with shopping bags. It was an excessive amount for a two-day trip, but being over-prepared was a character trait that made Claire so successful in her career. She was about to leave the mall when she saw a small lingerie shop, which also had bikinis on display. It was a new store which she had never seen before. There was a sign which read 'Grand Opening.' It was then that Claire remembered the deal with her son. Sure, she had old bikinis at home which she could use. But she needed Jeff to be on his very best behavior, and the cost of new bikinis was nothing compared to a new promotion. So, Claire entered the new store. *** The shelves were neatly arranged with an assortment of scantily clad outfits. None of the items were trashy. They were more on the classy and sensual side. No one else was there. The owner of the place introduced herself to Claire. Her name was Meredith, a woman in her mid-50's, who was dressed like she was some sort of modern age madam. They made small talk for a while. Short banter and all. "So, what can I do for you?" Meredith asked, getting to the point. "I'm looking for swimwear. A two-piece bikini, mainly." Meredith looked the woman up & down. "I see. Well, you're a very attractive lady. Dressing you shouldn't be hard. Follow me." They went to the small bikini section and Meredith quickly sifted through the different outfits on the display rack. Meredith, as it turned out, was a real pro. It took mere seconds for Meredith to figure out Claire's size, and a few more seconds to find the best bikinis for Claire. "Try these," Meredith said, holding a few pairs of swimwear. "They're the right size. And the colors match your skin tone and hair. You'll look ravishing." Claire thanked the woman and went to the changing room. She quickly undressed and tried on the swimwear. Meredith was right, each bikini was the perfect color to match her body. On the other hand, all of the bikinis were embarrassingly skimpy. They were the right size, they fit nicely and comfortably, but they left very little to the imagination. Her small breasts were tightly hugged, and her nipples poked through. Her crotch was barely covered, and some of her pubic hairs were hanging out. When she turned to check her backside, she saw that her butt was practically on full display. With a bikini that small, she might as well have been naked, she thought. "Is everything okay in there?" Meredith called out. "I'm fine. Thank you." "Would you like me to come in and give you some thoughts? You're taking a while in there. Seems like you could use a second opinion." Claire thought for a moment. "Why not? Sure." The curtain was pushed aside and Meredith entered. Her eyes opened a little bit wider, and she slightly licked her lips. "Beautiful." "Thanks," Claire blushed. "Are there any issues with this particular swimwear? You've been in here for a while." Claire gestured to her chest. "Well, it obviously leaves little to the imagination." "I can see that," Meredith nodded. "Do you have anything a bit more appropriate for my age?" "Why would you want that?" Claire looked confused. "Well, this isn't exactly the ideal outfit for me to wear. It fits nicely, and it's comfortable, but it doesn't cover my womanly parts very much." "Oh please, we both know that you aren't going to wear that in public." "Excuse me?" Meredith sternly crossed her arms. "I've been in this business for decades. I know all the different types of women. I sized you up the moment I saw you." "I'm still not sure what you're talking about." "You're straight laced, prim & proper, obviously very intelligent. And you're obviously career oriented. There's no wedding ring on your finger. Yet, you're in here, looking to buy some bikinis." "What's the problem with that?" Claire asked defensively. "I have a corporate retreat coming up this weekend." "My point is, a woman like you won't be wearing a bikini in front of your colleagues. Not a chance. It's not your style. You're too ashamed to have colleagues and other professionals looking at your body." Claire fumed. "Please leave so I can get dressed. It was a mistake coming here." "These bikinis are for your son, aren't they?" "Excuse me?" Meredith took a step forward, so that they were face-to-face. "You're dressing up for your son. Let me guess, you have an arrangement with him. Maybe this was his idea. Or maybe it was yours. Either way, he's going to get a show, isn't he?" "How dare you talk to me like that," Claire said. Never in her life had she been so offended. "Well, am I wrong?" "That's none of your business." Meredith put her hand on Claire's shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. You're a single mother with needs. Just like most of my clients." "I...I don't know what to say." "There's not much to say. If you want to buy these bikinis, I'll give you a great deal. Only because I want the best for you. And I share the same fantasies." "This is awkward," Claire replied. Meredith brought her lips to Claire's ear. "Let me give you some advice..." *** Friday night. It was the inevitable moment that Claire had been dreading. But it was necessary, nonetheless. She went to her son's room and knocked on the door. He said to come in. Claire opened the door to see Jeff sitting on his bed, using his laptop. His eyes never left the computer screen, even as Claire stood by the doorway. "It's time," she said He looked up and grinned. "For?" "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Please don't make this any harder on me." "Okay," he shrugged. "Your room, or mine?" "Mine. Let's go to my room now. I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible, okay?" Jeff jumped out of bed and got to his feet. He followed his mother's lead and they walked down the hall together, to Claire's bedroom. "Sit on my bed," Claire said. "I'll be back in a moment." "Where are you going?" "To the bathroom to change." "Can't you change in front of me?" he asked in a spoiled brat tone. "That's off limits. And that wasn't what we agreed upon." He shrugged, "Whatever." "You remember our deal, don't you?" "Sure I do." "Then repeat it," she said, in a slightly more stern voice. "I want to make sure you understand." He sighed, "I'll be a good boy and come to your corporate retreat, if you model yourself in a bikini." "And how are you going to behave at the retreat?" "Like I'm interested in hanging out with geeks." "They're not geeks. There's nothing wrong with being intelligent and acting in a civilized manner." "Mom, they're geeks," he insisted. Claire shook her head. "Enough of this. I'll be back in a minute." She went to the bathroom, closed the door, and undressed. She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she got naked, wondering if she was making a huge mistake by spoiling her son. She also thought about the advice which Meredith had given her regarding horny sons. It was time to look the part. Claire wore the small bikini. Top first. Then the bottom. She had shaven her pubic hairs earlier that day so the appearance would be nicer. She made sure it was worn properly, and she carefully inspected her appearance in the mirror, front and back. After a deep breath, it was the moment of truth. Claire opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. She felt vulnerable being so scantily clad in front of her son. She watched as Jeff's eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened, with no shame for lusting after his own mother. It was a feeling which made Claire's heart beat even faster. The room was silent. She stood in front of Jeff and struck a few posses. Nothing professional or artful. Just whatever she could think of. She knew what Jeff liked, and tried her best to accommodate him. None of her moves were overly sexy, since she wasn't necessarily a sexy person, but she tried her best. She modeled her front. And she turned around to model her back. Then she turned to face him again. "What do you think?" she asked. "Fucking awesome." She wanted to scold him. "Please don't curse like that in front of me. You know how I feel about that." "Sorry mom," he replied, his eyes glued to her body. "This is enough for one day," she said. "We need to wake up at 4 am tomorrow. If you continue to behave during the trip, then I won't have a problem showing you my other bikinis." His eyes widened. "Are your other bikinis as sexy as this?" "Yes. They are. Pretty colors too. Now get to bed." "But I'm not sleepy yet." "Well, get to bed anyway." "I can't sleep unless I cum first." "Jeff!!" He shrugged. "It's the truth. Remember, you always want me to be honest, right? Well, I'm being honest. Plus it's human biology." "You could at least watch your language." "But you know what I mean. It's hard for me to sleep unless I, you know, handle my needs first." There wasn't much choice but to follow Jeff's request. She realized that, after all, her authority as a mother was vastly diminished since she had just been modeling her bikini body for him. Because Mom Said So She sighed, "What do you want?" "Can I see your breasts?" Jeff's tone was uncharacteristically polite. It was clear that there was no way around his perverted desires. If Claire wanted her son to get to bed, she would have to listen to him. "Just a peek, okay?" she said reluctantly. He quickly nodded. "You're the best." A strange tension lingered in the air. For a second, Claire stood frozen, wondering if she was actually going to do it or not. But she couldn't refuse. It would only lead to more arguments. She bent forward and pulled the front of her bikini down. Exposing both of her large brown nipples. It was the first time Jeff had ever seen them as a young adult. And by the look on his face, it was a sight he wouldn't soon forget. "See something you like?" she asked teasingly. "Ho-ly...Sh..." "No curse words, remember?" Claire stood upright and pulled her bikini top up. She adjusted her top so that her breasts were properly covered. "Off to bed," she ordered. There was a smirk on Jeff's face. "Night mom." As Jeff stood and went to his room, there was an undeniable bulge in his shorts. He was erect. He was stiff from his own mother. And he made no attempt to hide that fact. It was almost like he was proud of his erection. When he left, Claire sat on the bed and wondered if she was making a huge mistake by giving in to her son's dark desires. As her heart raced and she became moist between the legs, she feared that the dark desires would be hers too. *** The next morning. So far, the early morning car ride went smoothly. There were no complaints or hassles from Jeff. He obeyed every word, despite being sleepy. It was a miracle, she thought. Or it was the benefit of showing her nipples to him. The sun was coming up on the highway. It had all the makings of a nice day, and Claire was well-prepared. She was dressed in a white polo tshirt, khaki shorts, and sandals on her feet. Jeff awoke in the passenger seat when the sun hit his face. He turned in his seat and gave a few groans. "Are we there yet?" he moaned. "Not yet. Another hour or so." He groaned his disapproval. "You can go back to sleep," she said. "You should be fully rested for the days activities. There's going to be a lot to do. You're going to have so much fun there, I promise." "I'm already awake mom," he groaned. "Oh shit." "What's wrong?" "I'm freaking rock hard. It aches. Mom, can you pull over somewhere? I need to take care of this." Claire didn't need to look. Especially while driving. Jeff had his morning erection, which was something he had never been shy about. Even for a young man, Claire could never understand why Jeff was so brazen and lewd about his sexuality. She shook her head, not wanting to deal with it. "The next rest stop is 10 minutes away," she sighed. "10 minutes? Shit." "What did I say about cursing?" "Sorry. Do you think you can pull over or something?" "It's that important?" she asked in disbelief. "I think so," he yawned, still waking up. "Please? I promise I'll be on my best behavior this weekend. I'll be the perfect son. I'll tell everyone what a perfect mother you are. I'll be the biggest geek at the retreat. Please?" Claire kept her eyes on the road while she thought about her son's offer. And it was an attractive offer too. The thought of her son on his best behavior was enticing. It would make her look good in front of the other families and executives. Most importantly, she wouldn't have to worry about her son's antics. "If I pull over, I'm assuming you want to take care of your situation," she said with a seemingly shy tone. His eyebrow raised. "Thinking about my offer?" "Will you keep your promise?" "I'm a man of my word." Just then, Claire recalled all of the dishonest trickery that Jeff had pulled in recent years. She knew that Jeff could be a conniving jerk at times, but she also knew that Jeff was an expert in sweet talking and charming people (when necessary). It was a calculated risk. And if Jeff was true to his word, then the deal would have been worth it. Claire pulled over on the side of the highway. Not many people were on the road that early morning, so there wasn't an issue. She turned the car off and looked at her son. "Okay," she said. "I'm assuming that you're going out behind the bushes to relieve yourself. Please be careful and don't get caught. We'll be in a lot of trouble if anyone sees you." "Who says I'm going outside?" She looked puzzled. "But you wanted me to pull over." "Yeah, so I can do it in the car." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "If you must, do it in the back seat. And please know that I don't condone this." "Won't work. I'm a very visual person. I need something to look at." "That wasn't part of our deal." "What about the bikini thing. You let me look at you then." "That's in the privacy of my room," she explained. "Well, no one is around here. And no one is walking by the highway. So no one is going to see inside our car. Do you think you can show me a boob or something? Not a lot. Just enough to get me going." "Get you going? Don't you already have an erection?" He nodded. "If I don't see something, it'll take me forever to cum. Think about it, do you want me stroking myself all morning while we're in the car together? I don't think so." Another vehicle zoomed past their parked car. Claire leaned her head against the headrest. It was the most difficult decision she ever had to make regarding her unusual relationship with her son. And there wasn't much time to make a decision. In the end, she hoped, the results would be worth it. "I don't want to lift my top," she said. "It will take too long to readjust my bra and tshirt. Maybe I can show you my lower parts instead." He smiled, "That's fine." "Should we get started now? I'd like to finish this as soon as possible." "Whatever you say, mom." Jeff swiftly unbuckled his seatbelt. In a quick, and shameless move, he pulled his shorts & underwear down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock. As he sat back on his seat, his cock slightly waved back & forth from his recent body movement. It was stiff and pointed straight up in the air. It was Claire's first time seeing his penis in many years. She couldn't get passed how inappropriate it was. But it was part of the deal she had already agreed to. "Well?" he said. She nodded. "Right. A deal is a deal." "You bet it is." Claire unbuckled her seatbelt, then she undid her khaki shorts. She pulled her shorts down slightly, just enough to reveal her white panties. "Is that all?" he asked, disappointed. After a deep breath, Claire used her fingers to pull her panties to the side, revealing her light brown labia. She kept her eyes forward, and she leaned her head on the headrest again. "Holy shit," he gasped, seeing his mom's pussy for the first time ever. "Just get this over with." "Okay." With her eyes still looking forward, she heard lewd stroking noises from the passenger seat. She could see Jeff furiously masturbating through the corner of her eye, so she turned her head away. The stroking noises became louder and louder. It became even more furious. Jeff's eyes never left the outer-layer of his mother's vagina. "Are you almost done?" Claire asked. "Almost...Almost..." "Hurry up." Jeff's breathing became heavier. He strokes faster and faster. "Can you spread it a little more?" he asked. "You can't be serious." This time, Claire turned to look at her masturbating son, which was a huge mistake. It was an image she would never forget. He was filled with lust, stroking a raging hard cock. "Please? I'm almost there?" Claire turned her head away again. She used two fingers to spread her labia apart. That's when she heard Jeff grunting and groaning. A few moments later, it ended. He had finally orgasmed, she presumed. She covered her labia with her panties. Then she reached in a compartment to hand Jeff some tissue paper to clean himself. There was a big mess on his lap, which had surprised her. It was more cum than she was used to seeing (all thanks to the sight of her labia). She handed him the tissue, and he immediately cleaned himself. "Thanks mom. You're the best." "Remember what you've promised, okay?" "You sound so disgusted, mom. Look between your legs. It seems like you enjoyed it too." Claire opened her panties again and looked down. And there it was. A trickle of clear fluids between her legs. She blushed and covered herself up again. After she pulled her khaki shorts back on, she buckled her seatbelt and started the car. "That's not something you should have ever seen." They continued on the road. After Jeff had cleaned himself, he relaxed and closed his eyes. Before he went back to sleep, he complimented his mother's body, and he told her what a great mother she was. She couldn't help but feel proud in some strange way. Part 3 of 3: The Corporate Retreat It had been the perfect day. Claire worked her charm and mingled with the business leaders from her company, and from other more successful companies. It couldn't have gone any better. Even more surprising, Jeff had been a perfect angel. He had combed his hair neatly, fixed his clothes, and shook hands with the executives. Everyone was impressed with Jeff's positive attitude and intelligent presentation. The other parents complimented Claire on raising such an extraordinary young gentleman, jokingly asking what her secret was. 'If they only knew,' she thought. Of course, the day wasn't a free deal. That night, Jeff sat on the bed, in a private room they shared. Claire put on a different bikini in the bathroom, and she modeled herself in front of him again. She thanked him for being on his best behavior. And he simply smiled and said that he was a man of his word. Claire modeled herself. This time, more confidently and brazen. She wasn't as uptight or nervous. She was loose and relaxed. It made for a better show. It terrified Claire that she was beginning to enjoy it. But in the moment, she tried not to worry about it. The most important thing was keeping her son happy for the remainder of the trip. And that included allowing Jeff to masturbate in front of her, while she modeled her bikini-clad body. This time, Claire didn't look away. She watched the entire time. She saw every stroke. When she pulled her bikini top down and exposed her nipples, she watched Jeff cum. It was another big mess. She smiled and ended the show. There was no denying it anymore, she enjoyed exposing herself to him. It made her feel special. *** Water sports were the focus of the next morning. Claire wore a bikini, with a white tshirt and shorts over it. She had no intention of getting wet. And she had no intention of showing her bikini-clad body to anybody (besides her own son). She was simply going to lounge on a boat like most of the other adults. As the day was getting started, the younger people swam in the water. It was a beautiful day. The atmosphere was lively. There were even a few jet skis and speed boats being used. Jeff was soaking wet from a morning swim. He had been hanging out with some new people he met, which made Claire happy that he was enjoying himself. "Why don't you come swimming, mom?" Jeff asked. "The water is great," Claire was barefoot, walking on the sand. "Oh, no, that's not for me. You go ahead and enjoy yourself." "So what are you up to? You look like such a square standing around doing nothing." "I'm meeting with my boss and a few others in about half an hour. We're going for a boat ride." Jeff looked at the dock. There were several boats, including speed boats and a few yachts. "Which one?" he asked. "The big one?" "I think so. It's owned by my boss. Neat, isn't it? I'm kind of excited riding in one of those." Jeff looked at his mother and grinned. "Why don't we go there and take a look?" "I don't like that look on your face," she replied, squinting her eyes. "Why? Afraid I might get you into trouble?" "Always." "Stop being such a wimp, mom. You've already seen me jerking off." "Shhh!!" she hissed, looking around to make sure no one heard. "Keep it down, would you? My life would be ruined if anyone found out." "But no one will. Especially if we're careful." "I've already done so much for you. I promise I'll do a little more tonight. Okay?" He shook his head defiantly. "I can't wait until tonight. I want us to go to that big boat. And I want it now." "Stop being a brat." "I don't like being called names." "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked in a pleading tone. "Because we both enjoy it. Now, are we going to the boat, or do you want me to keep talking about how you showed me your tits & pussy, and how you get aroused from watching me jerk off?" Claire seethed and her face turned red. "This is blackmail." "I don't know. I'm not a lawyer. Now are we going or what?" Claire looked around. None of the executives were around yet. It was early in the morning, and they were probably still freshening up for the day, she figured. "You better make it quick." He smiled, "Great! Let's go." They walked down to the dock together. Jeff seemed to be in a jovial mood. He never stated exactly what he wanted to do in the boat, but Claire knew it was something sexual. And she prayed that it would be over quickly, and that they wouldn't be caught. Her career was on the line. Claire felt like a trespasser when they stepped onto the yacht. Her eyes looked around to make sure that no one was watching them. All she saw was young people playing in the water. No one was paying attention to them. "It's unlocked," Jeff said with a grin. "Let's go inside." He stood beside the open door of the boat. "Please, let's not," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want tonight. Just not here. I'll make tonight extra special for you." "Like what?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "I'll...I'll touch it for you." He smiled, "We can do that inside the boat. Come on, it'll be fun." Before she could stop him, Jeff went inside the boat. She had no choice but to follow him. And she did. They were inside the boat and she closed the door. It was a place of luxury. She went inside the boat to scold her son, but was quickly mesmerized by the pictures on the wall. She saw pictures of her boss with famous tech leaders, business people, celebrities, and even politicians. She heard Jeff making faint noises in the background, ruffling sounds, but she ignored it for a while. "Let's get started, mom." When Claire turned to look at her son, her jaw nearly dropped. Jeff was completely naked, from head to toe. His cock was semi-erect, ready for pleasure. "Oh my god, Jeff, what the hell are you doing!?" He wiggled his hips, letting his cock wave. "What do you think? You said you were going to touch me. Well, here I am." "I meant if we waited until night, and did it in our room, then I would touch you. Not in my fucking boss's boat." "Watch your language, remember?" Claire's face turned red with anger when her son had scolded her for foul language. It was her worst nightmare come true. Jeff had turned on her, and there was little she could do. "Please, if you get dressed, and be good for the rest of the day, then I promise I'll use my mouth on you." He flashed another grin. "What's wrong with right now?" "Some very important people are headed this way, right on this boat." He sat down on a seat. "Then we better hurry." "What do you want?" she sighed hopelessly. "For starters, I'd like to see you naked." For reasons she would never understand, a quick shot of adrenaline flowed through her veins, and she felt a tingle between her legs. She feared that she was beginning to enjoy it too much, but she couldn't risk getting caught. So the only option, at that point, was to handle things as quickly as possible. Claire thought fast and closed the small curtains on all the small windows. If she was going to give-in to Jeff's demands, she was going to do things safely, and on her terms. "Nice thinking," he smiled. "You better be fast," she said after the last curtain was closed. "Depends on how fast you make me cum." She pulled off her tshirt. Then her shorts. She stood in her skimpy bikini, a sight which Jeff had already become well accustomed to. After a deep breath, she removed her bikini top and placed it on the table. Then she removed her bottom, also placing it on the table. Claire stood naked with her arms by her side. She looked at her son, who was speechless for a while (a truly rare moment in their relationship since Jeff was never speechless). "Have you got anything to say?" she asked eventually. "Holy shit. You're actually doing it. I can't believe it." "Well, you've blackmailed me into this," she replied. "Yeah, but I didn't think you were actually going to do it. Honestly, I was just joking the whole time. I was about to get dressed until you started closing the curtains." Claire sighed. "Very funny. I better get dressed then." "But my cock," he said, gesturing down to his privates. "It's rock solid now. Especially after you got undressed. I won't be able to go outside like this. Not unless I cum first." Claire put her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm naked. You've got what you wanted. Take care of your situation, then let's go." "Do you think you could, you know, do something for me?" he asked in a cautious tone. "I'll be extra proper in front of all your friends today." They were both already naked. And they were both already horny. And there was no time to waste. "Fine," she sighed. "A quick blowjob, okay?" He smiled, "Thanks mom." It made her feel dirty being called 'mom' while they were both naked, and she was about to provide oral relief to her own son. She got down on her knees, in front of where her son was sitting. When she held the cock in her hand, it instantly twitched. She knew he loved it. And deep down, she loved it too. It was oddly thrilling. With no time to spare, she bent down and took the cock in her mouth, and it fully hardened instantly. She sucked powerfully and bobbed her head. The sooner it was over, the better, even though she was becoming unbelievably wet between her legs. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft. And her lips formed a perfect O shape. Even though she hadn't dated in a while, oral sex was a skill which she could never forget. It was her specialty. Her delicate fingers caressed the erection while she sucked. She touched him in a soft and soothing manner. She used every trick in the book. Hand motion. Lips. Tongue. Kisses. And plenty of suction. It appeared to have been working, as Jeff groaned heavily. "Wait. Wait," he said. She took the cock out of her mouth. "What is it?" "I don't want to cum like this." "Are you kidding me? After everything I've been doing?" "It's our first time doing this stuff," he said with a shaky voice. "And, I'm really embarrassed to admit this..." "Just tell me." "I'm a virgin. I've never fucked before. And I really want to." For some inexplicable reason, Claire became aroused in a way that she had never felt before. Her son Jeff, the loudmouth brash talker, was a virgin. It made sense, since his relationships with girls never lasted very long. Girls his age eventually couldn't stand him for very long. But the arousing thing was, Claire had the opportunity to take his virginity. It was the most unusual sensation of her life. Her pussy tingled and craved for it. Her pussy begged for it. "Fine," she said calmly, hiding her true emotions. Because Mom Said So His eyes widened. "Really?" "Yes, really. I'll lay down on the floor. And I'll teach you." "I'd prefer fucking you from behind. That's my favorite position to watch in porn. And it would be so cool to try it." She rolled her eyes. 'So much for romance,' she thought. "Fine." Claire stood and looked for a comfortable place to bend over. She decided on the small table, next to the window. She put her hands on the table and bent forward, allowing her butt to stick out. "I don't need any instructions for this," Jeff said, positioning himself behind his naked mother. "I've got plenty of practice." "On what?" she inquired, afraid of hearing the answer. "I've used the pillows on the living room couch." Claire's face looked startled. "You what!?" Instead of responding, Jeff guided his cock to his mother's bent over pussy, and gave a thrust. Once he was in, he grabbed his mother by the hips, and shoved his cock inside, making Claire gasp from the sudden entry. The wetness in Claire's pussy made the experience easy. Her cunt provided natural lubrication. And Jeff began to thrust. Slowly at first. Then picking up speed, going faster and faster. Jeff was right, Claire thought, he didn't need any coaching. Even for a virgin, he fucked like a male pornstar, which was a testament to how much porn he watched daily (and much practice he had fucking the pillows in the living room). The room filled with lewd noises. Slapping sounds from Jeff's crotch smacking his mother's backside. Sounds of Claire moaning in pleasure. It had been far too long since Claire had sex, and she never could have imagined that it was her son who broke the dry spell. She reached over and slightly opened the curtain to peek outside, making sure that no one was approaching. "Anyone coming?" Jeff grunted. She struggled for words while being ravished. "No one. Yet..." When she closed the curtain, she put her hands back on the table and enjoyed the fucking she received. Claire's face made a variety of strange shapes. Her eyes closed, opened again, then clenched tightly. Her lips quivered and also made an array of different shapes, which caused her nose to wiggle. Her hands gripped the table tightly. Her entire body rocked back & forth. Her son was a stud. It was the best sex she had in recent memory. "Oh gosh, fuck me...fuck me..." she groaned. The words coming out of her mouth had surprised her. It had been years since she cursed like that, but she didn't care. The sex felt too good. Too intense. Incest was quickly becoming her new favorite pleasure. Beads of sweat formed on their faces. The lewd sex between them was the pinnacle of perversion. Claire imagined all of the dirty things she had done for her son. It was their dirty secret and her means of controlling him (or attempting to control him). She knew it wouldn't be the end. Jeff would only demand more and more. Claire would have no choice but to oblige. With her pussy burning and intense pleasure ripping through her body, she wouldn't have minded anymore. She cried out loud. As her pussy was being pounded mercilessly, like a jackhammer, she begged for more. Her back arched to the point where she nearly stood upright. She cried more. Then she came. It was an intense firecracker of an orgasm. The kind that tensed her body, and left her with a feeling of complete relaxation afterwards. She bent down again and rested her face on the table, while Jeff continued pounding away. It wasn't long before Jeff grunted and moaned. He shot several loads of hot cum inside of her pussy, until every drop was deposited in her womb. Out of energy, and out of breath, he leaned on top of his naked mother, kissing her neck. "Holy shit...that was...that was...I don't know what to call it." "It's called sex," she groaned. "And you're pretty darn good at it." "Thanks mom." Being called 'mom' made her feel icky again. But she didn't complain. Not after the orgasm she had just experienced, courtesy of her son's cock. As they recovered and got dressed, footsteps were heard on the boat. More than one pair of footsteps. The sound of men talking was in the background. The executives were there. "Oh my god," Claire said, eyes wide and her breasts still exposed. "Is that them?" "Oh my god. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry." Claire finished getting dressed with a lightening quick speed. So did Jeff. Once they were ready, Claire opened the door to see her boss, and other executives casually talking on the boat. "Claire? What are you doing here?" the boss asked. "We were just looking around. My son had never seen the inside of a boat before, and I wanted to show him. I'm so sorry. I should have waited." The boss brushed it off. "Ah, no worries. We're all friends here. Anytime you want to come aboard my boat, be my guest." "Thank you." "You look like you've slept well, by the way. You have a nice glow to your face." She smiled, "This retreat has done wonders for me." "Good. Anyway, let's take this boat for a nice little trip. Right now. Your son can come too, of course." They all agreed. As the boat left the dock, they all shared laughs and enjoyed each others company. Claire felt a trickle of cum dripping from her pussy. She wondered how long her bikini bottom could retrain it. She wondered if the cum would eventually drip onto the floor, and if anyone would see it. But at that point, she had bigger problems in mind. Her son's unusually high sex drive was a curse, but it was also a gift. A lovely gift. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.