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Ever Notice? Ch. 01

By: dellagordo



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER ONE

"Ever notice," Eric started to say, but paused. How to put this delicately? 

Tom looked at Eric expectantly, slowly dribbling the blue and white basketball in his hands. 

"Have you ever noticed," he continued, "how every woman around here over the age of thirty is smoking hot?"

Tom squinted at Eric. He was a slight kid, a few inches shorter than Eric, but lean and wiry and really quick. The score of the game was tied, even with Eric being a little taller and a little stronger. Tom was half-Korean, with short dark hair, blue eyes, and a golden complexion. He wore a Star Wars t-shirt unironically, and spent most of his time playing computer games, but he had a hoop in his driveway and knew how to use it. 

Tom was a bit of a nerd, but basically okay. He was also the only friend Eric had made in his mother's neighborhood, and the only person he could talk to about this sort of thing. 

Eric's mother Christina had gotten a new job as a vice-president at Xybochem, forcing her to pick up stakes in North Dakota and move far west to her present location. Although she had custody of Eric, and he was an adult at 18, she had left him behind in the cold northern state to stay with relatives and finish out his senior year of high school. Eric was grateful. He loved his Mom, and missed her, but he didn't want to leave all his friends behind or start over at a new school in his final year. He had plans to go to NDSU with his best friend Matt, too. 

Still, that didn't mean he couldn't fly out to visit his Mom during spring vacation. It was a totally square thing to do, but he hadn't seen her since Christmas, and it honestly was weird not having her around. Staying with Aunt Stacy and Uncle Ralph was fine, they took good care of him and he helped out around the house, but it wasn't the same. 

Although nothing was the same anymore, nor could he expect it to be. His Mom's new house dwarfed the old North Dakota homestead, and even sported a back patio and a pool. Plus the weather was nice enough to use it almost year 'round, a far cry from what Eric was used to. That wasn't the only adjustment. 

Since moving out west, Eric's Mom Christina had been on a total health kick, working out, eating better, the whole nine yards. She'd lost a ton of weight, looked fit and spectacular, and seemed to be dressing in really skimpy clothes all the time. T-shirts that were a couple sizes too small, that molded closely to the thrusting curves of her large breasts. Shorts that were really too small, too, exposing long, smoothly muscled legs. That was during the weekend, when Eric first arrived, and after work on weekdays. At night it got even weirder. Christina would go upstairs and change into some kind of negligee, brightly colored and virtually see-through, then loosely wrap herself in a housecoat and come back downstairs to give Eric a chaste kiss goodnight. 

In fact, the night previous, a Tuesday, while Eric had studiously attempted to focus on the television and ignore the barely hidden pulchritude of his mother, she had stepped in front of him, bent at the waist, and pressed her lips against his forehead. He barely heard her "Good night, sweetie," as his eyes had been instinctively drawn to the acre of deep, inviting cleavage she displayed, and the way her huge, heavy breasts had swung deliciously with her movements. 

Eric wasn't going to share any of this with Tom, his new friend, who himself had a gorgeous mother, but he felt he could safely talk about generalities. Like, on Sunday he went grocery shopping with his mom. It was his first real exposure to the town after flying in on Saturday morning, and his teenage hormones were thunderstruck by the unending array of beautiful, sexy, well-built older women all over the place. Eric felt like he'd stumbled across the Lost Valley of Retired Playmates. He was 99% sure that he actually saw Kara Kleavage, the porn star, in the vegetable aisle. 

It wasn't that girls Eric's age weren't around, or weren't attractive, it was more like you'd expect them to be so, while the older ladies back in Eric's hometown tended to look more like middle-aged ladies were supposed to look -- heavy-set, beaten down by life, planning their husband's murders. 

Maybe it was just a west coast thing, maybe there was something in the water. He had to talk to somebody about it, and Tom was pretty much the only somebody he knew. 

Tom was smirking now, a knowing look in his eyes. "Yeah," he said, still bouncing the basketball. "I've noticed. Hard not to. Half the teachers in my school are MILFs, all my friend's moms are total knockouts. I think Xybochem leaked some kind of hormone into the local water supply. My theory is that it's dormant in their teens, but goes into action the closer women get to menopause."

Eric looked at Tom for a moment. He didn't know Tom too well, but... He knocked the basketball out of Tom's hand and darted past him for a lay up. "You're fucking with me."

Tom laughed. "Yeah, I'm fucking with you. It's not that weird. I bet you're just horny, being away from all those cows in North Dakota, and your mind is playing tricks on you."

"We don't fuck cows in North Dakota," Eric said. "That's more of a South Dakota pastime."

Tom laughed, accepting the basketball that Eric sent spinning towards him. "I have been woefully misinformed." He mimed rushing the basket then twisted into a three point shot that bounced harmlessly off the rim. "Shit!"

Eric rebounded, went back to the end of the driveway, dribbling. He was horny, he had to admit, at least to himself. He'd broken up with his girlfriend at the end of January, and of course the way his Mom was acting wasn't helping him any. 

"Now," Tom said, "Christina is pretty hot." He mimed Eric's mother's measurements with two hands, making a perfect hourglass. "She fits in around here, for sure."

Eric felt his face flush. Dudes just didn't talk about other dudes' moms like that, back where he came from. He also felt a stab of guilt for totally agreeing with Tom. He bounced the basketball more aggressively and moved down the driveway towards the basket. 

"You would know, I guess," Eric said with a little anger. "Your mom looks like a porn star."

Eric expected anger, or even a raised fist. Instead, Tom laughed, almost knowingly. "A supermodel, let's say," Tom corrected. "You should see her in a bikini. Your eyes would pop out of your head. My mom could be on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. She's way hotter than that chick who was on it this year."

Eric lost track of the ball, utterly shocked. Tom, unphased, scooped up the ball and went in for an easy two points. He caught the rebound and whirled around, expecting to find Eric right behind him. Instead, Eric stood where Tom had left him. 

"You okay?" Tom asked. No mockery in his voice, just genuine concern. 

Eric couldn't guess what his expression looked like, but he could feel the blood in his cheeks and knew he must have looked like an idiot. "No, I, um, all of a sudden, I don't feel so hot. I think I'll head back to my Mom's place."

"You sure? Maybe you just need a bottle of water. There's aspirin if you need it, too. We could play XBOX or something."

"No, I'm just gonna take off. Thanks, though." Eric's tongue felt numb. It was all he could do mouth the words. He turned and stumbled out of Tom's driveway and began the long walk back to his Mom's house. 

Culture shock. That's all it had to be. It was just weird hearing a son talk the way Tom had just talked about his mother. Not that he'd been exaggerating. Alice Park was a gorgeous woman. Korean-American, dark hair shot through with red and gold highlights, golden skin, dark eyes, full lips, high cheekbones. She could have been a model, as Tom said. But she was built like a porn star, as Eric claimed. Alice's own t-shirts and short shorts displayed a curvy body that decried the stereotype of petite Asian women. 

Eric put his hand in front of his face. Tom probably thought he was some kind of loser. Alice was indeed an attractive woman. Was it really that odd for her own son to admit that fact? Just because it never happened back in North Dakota... well, it probably never happened for a reason. Eric's Mom had been the prettiest mother on the block when he was growing up, but even back home she couldn't have held a candle to Alice. In her new digs, Christina had certainly blossomed, and now Eric would be hard pressed to admit which of the two was the hotter. Probably Alice, just to be safe, to keep from inappropriate thoughts that had been popping up all too commonly of late. 

Christina and the Parks lived in a remote, hilly section of town, and it was practically a half mile between the homes. That gave Eric a lot of time to think, and though his brain ping-ponged back and forth, by the time he reached his mother's front door, he had convinced himself that he had overreacted, that his own confusion from the last few days had made him think crazy things, and that he would probably have to apologize to Tom the next time he saw him. 

Eric went into the house, plopped on the living room sofa, and turned on the television to veg out for a while. 

*

Tom watched Eric leave, a curious smile on his lips. The poor guy had no idea what was going on. He almost felt sorry for Eric, but he had a pretty good idea of how things would turn up, so didn't feel too badly. Tom could tell that his frankness had shaken the other boy, but he'd also been entirely honest with Eric. 

Tom bounced the basketball idly, then went into his own house, dumping the ball in the bin by the back door. He threw on his XBOX and blew up aliens for a while. He kept a close eye on the clock, though, and when 5:15 rolled around, he shut down the game and went up to his room. He stripped out of his sweat stained clothes and padded into his bathroom. 

Tom turned on the shower and let the heat rise in the room. He brushed his teeth before sliding the glass door aside and stepping under the spray. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, working up a considerable lather, before he heard a loud knock at the door. Tom smirked to himself. 

Having announced her presence, Alice Park glided into the room. "Is Eric around?" she asked. 

"He left hours ago, Mom," Tom said. His smirk widened. Between his legs, his freshly scrubbed cock began to thicken and grow. He swiped his palm across the glass, clearing the fog from the heated air.

Alice smiled broadly and shucked off her suit jacket. "Oh, good," she said. "I see my baby boy got all clean for Mommy."

Tom watched in open admiration as his mother kicked off her heels, and quickly divested herself of her outer garments, a charcoal gray business suit that looked better on the floor than on her, somehow. She stood for a moment on the bathroom tiles barefoot, clad only in a burgundy colored bra and panty set. She reached up to remove her hairclip, and let her long, dark, colorfully highlighted locks spill around her shoulders. 

Tom swept one hand across the glass to clear it once more, while his other hand slid up and down his turgid cock without any urgency. 

Alice smiled and pursed her lips coquettishly at her son. She quickly whipped off her bra and yanked the panties down her legs, revealing her glorious, gorgeous nude form. Tom drank in the sight of his naked mother; her high, proud, full breasts tipped with dark suckable nipples; her narrow waist and flaring hips; the lush convexity of her springy backside; the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her dewy cleft. 

The shower door slid open and Alice slithered in beside Tom. She groaned appreciatively as the hot spray from the showerhead anointed her sore and tired muscles. She pressed her plush form against her son, sighing appreciatively as his hardness thrust against her slightly rounded belly. 

Alice's lips pressed against Tom's, and he instinctively parted his, letting his mother's tongue dart between them to taste him, and duel with his own tongue. 

"It's so good to be home with my big, strong man," Alice cooed. Tom's arms slithered around his mother's waist and his hands cupped her buttocks, giving them a squeeze. Alice hissed and ground her pelvis against his. 

"I missed you too, Mom," Tom said. He kissed her throat and trailed his tongue upwards to catch an earlobe, but quickly retreated when he tasted an earring. 

"Sorry," Alice giggled. She sounded like a school girl, not a 38 year old professional woman with a mortgage and an 18 year old son. "I guess I was a little eager to get some hot lovin' from my little boy," she said with another giggle. 

"That's okay, Mom," Tom said. "There's plenty other places I want to put my lips."

"Oh my. Such as?"

Tom cupped his mother's large breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. She sighed happily as Tom lowered his head and traced her collarbone with his tongue. His lips pressed against the top of her left tit, and he kissed and licked his way down the slope to her nipple, which he captured between his teeth and nipped delicately. His other hand cupped and kneaded her other breast, paying special attention to the thick, rubbery engorged nipple. As Tom's lips closed around her breast and he began to suck, Alice's breaths came quicker. 

She reached between them to wrap both hands around Tom's large, rigid cock. Her slim fingers caressed his hot, hard flesh with familiar precision, both hands sweeping from top to bottom slowly, sensuously. Her thumb caressed the mushroom head, urging the generation of precum, and as it poured out onto his cock and her fingers, she used the slippery liquid to coat his cock from tip to root. 

The shower water pounded against Tom's back, some of it around him to splatter Alice as well. As she manipulated his cock and allowed her son to suckle her delectable breasts, she began to maneuver the both of them around, so that she stood beneath the spray. It took a little bit of coordination, but they pulled it off. Alice dipped her head back, and, releasing her son's cock for a moment, soaked her long mane of hair and swept it back. 

She felt her son's hand cup her sex, and one of his long expressive fingers caressed her nether lips, just lightly touching her, teasing her, just the way she liked it. 

Alice grabbed Tom's cock with both hands once more and levered the weapon towards her. The head brushed up against her drooling pussy. They were about the same height, but this was never a good angle for the two of them. Still, she liked dragging his cockhead across her engorged clit and feeling the thick head part her lips as it slid across them. 

Tom had not yet released her breasts. Sucking, caressing, licking, kissing -- he even wedged his head into her cleavage and pressed her tits against his cheeks. Her son loved her tits, and always had. But he was going to leave a hickey somewhere if she wasn't careful, so she released his dick and gently pushed him away. 

Tom lifted his head, a slightly dazed and intensely aroused look on his face. He was so damn cute, sometimes. Cute and sexy. 

Alice slid down to her knees. The water streamed over her head, spraying Tom's chest. It flowed down across his abdomen and dripped down his thighs and off the tip of his cock as Alice levered it downwards. It felt like rain falling above her, only a little bit spraying her head and allowing streams of water to wash across her cheeks, back and breasts. 

Tom watched his mother kneel and instinctively gripped her shoulders. The spray of water slightly obscured his vision, but he didn't want to let go and adjust the volume. He felt his mother's hand angle his cock downward, and then a warm wetness enveloped the end of his cock. He felt her tongue lash his cockhead. He spurted streamers of precum, and she lapped it up. Slowly and sensuously she devoured him, sucking him deep into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the bottom of his cock, while her cheeks hollowed around his girth. He felt her throat close in around him as he slid deeper and deeper, and at last her nose pressed against his abdomen, above the small patch of trimmed pubic hair that he possessed. 

"Fuck, Mom, you give the best blowjobs," Tom gasped. His mother held him there for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, before a loud slurping sound, audible even above the roar of the water, echoed in the shower, signaled that she had released him. He felt more than saw her taking a few deep, gasping breaths and wondered briefly how she was breathing at all between his cock and the flow of water, and then she swallowed him again and he forgot everything but the feeling of being deep inside his own gorgeous mother's throat. 

He thrust his hips slowly, gently, fucking her face, and she took him gladly. Twice more she swallowed him whole, before releasing all but the head and first few inches. Her hand gripped him lightly, stroking insistently, while her lips and teeth and tongue held the rest of him imprisoned and caressed him. Her other hand cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm, offering gentle squeezes that urged along his orgasm. 

It didn't take long. It never did, honestly, and who could blame Tom? His mother was hot as a firecracker, and as skilled as a whore. He was just lucky that she preferred using him to satisfy her raging libido rather than a string of potential new dads. Or worse, the football team at school. 

Weirdly, it was the thought of his mother being gangbanged by the football team that set him off. The image of his mother laid across a locker room bench covered in a layer of teenage cum triggered an intense and guilty climax. Tom's orgasm exploded out of him, coating his mother's mouth with streamers of thick, creamy cum. She let all but his cockhead slide out from between her lips as his weapon shuddered and shook and spat its first load into her mouth. She gulped eagerly, swallowing his semen with gusto, and eventually the flood subsided. She let the last few ribbons, just as thick as the first, spray across her tits, but they were almost instantly washed away. 

Alice rose to her feet, swallowing and purring like a contented cat. "You taste so sweet, Tommy boy," she said. Alice licked her lips and kissed Tom passionately. He tasted his own cum on her tongue, but didn't mind. He was used to it by now. 

Alice's hands never left her son's member, and his hardness never flagged, either. That he could cum so much and so often was probably the key to keeping his mother satisfied. The flipside, of course, was that he was glad he had a lover who could keep up with him. His previous girlfriends, teenagers all, had never put out as often or as well as he wanted. 

They had both hit the jackpot when Alice decided to seduce her son, shortly after his eighteenth birthday. Six months had gone by, and though she emptied his balls daily, often several times a day in fact, she was yet to drain him completely. Not that Alice hadn't tried, or that Tom hadn't let her. They were both simply insatiable. 

Even now, Alice was twisting and bending in the confined space of the shower stall. She spread her arms across the glass door, mashing her big, pendulous breasts against the frosted glass, arched her back and raised up on the balls of her feet. Her full, curving ass rose upward. Tom grabbed it with both hands and squeezed her cheeks, pulling them apart to let her asshole wink at him. 

Alice reached between her legs to grab Tom's swaying cock and aim it towards her pussy. Over her shoulder she said, "Now its Mommy's turn. I want my son's thick, juicy cock deep inside me, and I want you to fuck me until I beg you to stop."


Ever Notice? Ch. 01



Tom smirked. "Whatever you say, Mom."

Tom eased his hips forward and his cock slid between his mother's pussy lips. They gripped him tight, sucking him inside. Heat and moisture soaked into his sensitive flesh. Her folds parted as he drove forward, plumbing her depths. Alice moaned long and loud as each inch slid deeper. 

Tom groaned himself as his mother gripped him tight. His abdomen bumped up against the globes of her ass. Tom held himself there for a long moment, savoring the feeling of being inside his own mother. But she, impatient, hitched her hips back at him, and he responded automatically. Tom slid halfway out and slammed home. His mother's large tits flattened against the glass and she released a loud cry. Grunting, Tom began to fuck her savagely. 

Alice's lush ass rippled as her son plundered her pussy, ramming into her again and again and again. Her fluids sloshed and leaked out of her, dripping down the length of his cock and splashing his swinging balls. 

"That's it, baby," Alice said breathlessly. "Fuck Mommy, fuck me hard." Tom complied. He wrapped his long fingered hands around her narrow waist and slammed into her repeatedly. Alice arched her back and pushed back at Tom, urging him along with words and actions. 

Alice looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed with lust, cheeks flushed, full lips parted. "You make Mommy's pussy so wet, baby, you're so big and hard for Mommy, you fill Mommy so full." Tom grunted. He liked the dirty talk, but he didn't have the breath to chime in. He concentrated on his hips, slamming forward and back, forward and back. 

The shower continued to spray their fucking bodies, coating them in a fine sheen of water, which sluiced down their thrusting bodies. Alice wailed as she suddenly began shaking and shuddering beneath Tom. Her pussy clamped down on his hammering cock, tightening around his length, holding him imprisoned within her heated depths. Her fluids soaked him as her orgasm thundered through her plush frame. Alice's hands slid down the glass and her cheek flattened against the shower door. Her eyelids fluttered. 

As she relaxed slightly, Tom started fucking her again. He slid out about halfway and pounded forward. Alice's eyes shot open and she wailed. Tom grunted and fucked his mother through another orgasm before he felt his own release begin to build and build, and finally he unloaded deep within her shuddering, gorgeous body. 

They both slid to the floor, still anointed by the water. Tom slid out, and his thick creamy load began to drip from his mother's still shuddering pussy. Alice twisted around and grabbed Tom's chin, pulling his lips to hers and giving him a deep soul kiss. 

She released him finally, with one last salacious lick against his upper lip. "We need to get dressed, baby. We're going out." 



Ever Notice? Ch. 02



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.




The front door opened and Eric's mother Christina swirled into the house. "Hello!" she called up the stairs. 

Eric peeked his head up over the sofa. "In here, Mom," he said. 

"Oh!" Christina said, laughing. "Sorry. I should have noticed the television on." Christina stepped into the living room, giving her son a big, toothy smile. 

Eric's mother had her short red hair pinned back. She had large blue eyes which smiled at Eric, mirroring the scintillating grin parting her full ruby red lips. She wore a gold necklace around her swanlike throat, bearing a small amethyst. Christina wore a lavender blouse under a violet sweater vest that molded to her curves, a long dark purple skirt, and leather boots. Her laptop in its slim black case hung off of one shoulder, her designer purse around the other, the strap snug within her cleavage. She set the laptop down by the hall table and stepped into the living room. 

"How was your day, sweetie-bear?" 

Eric sat up straighter, his eyes unconsciously roving up and down his mother's lush, curvy frame. Christina had lost a lot of weight since moving out west, but had kept it in all the right places. Her chest was impressive, her waist trim, her hips wide, her backside full and inviting. Basically, Eric's mom was the total package: beautiful, built, compassionate, and caring. 

"It was okay," Eric allowed. "I went over to Tom's to shoot some hoops, but spent most of the afternoon watching the TV."

Christina leaned over the back of the sofa, as if unaware of the prominence she gave her breasts, or they way they sort of thrust at Eric, each one almost bigger than his head, their size and heft emphasized by the tightness of the sweater and the strap of her purse. "You know," she said, "if you got up before noon, you could drive me to work in the morning and have the use of the car during the day." She paused, eyelids drooping slightly as she regarded him. "You would have to pick me up, too."

Eric grumbled. He didn't feel comfortable just wandering around town, looking for something to do. Nor did hanging out at the mall appeal to him. Or, for that matter, getting up early. 

"Its okay, Mom, I don't mind hanging out at the house. There's a pool, and Tom is pretty cool to hang with."

"Okay," Christina said, not sounding convinced. She stood up. "Speaking of Tom and Alice, we are having them over for dinner this evening. I am going upstairs to shower and change – would you get the grill going? There should be some steaks in the fridge, and I'll whip up some veggies."

"Sure, Mom," Eric said. He watched his mother disappear of the stairs, humming to herself. Her ass twitched back and forth in that purple skirt with each step. 

Eric shook his head slowly, trying to clear it of inappropriate thoughts. He went into the kitchen, took out the steaks, and stopped. His mind whirled. His mother was getting naked, up in her room, right this moment. Maybe she was already in the shower. Maybe he'd missed the whole thing... and maybe he might catch a glimpse of something. Anything. 

With a strange feeling in his head and an even stranger feeling in his gut, Eric slipped out of the kitchen and hurried up the stairs, moving on the balls of his feet, trying to be as quiet as possible. He padded down the hall, thankful for the full carpet, towards his mother's room. 

He saw that the door was cracked open, just a few inches. Eric's heart thundered in his chest. Slowly he approached the door. He could hear Christina moving around in her room. A floorboard creaked under his foot and he froze, silently cursing himself. But if his mother heard, she gave no sign. 

He waited a few seconds, but eager not to lose his chance, eased himself across the intervening space to the cracked door. He stopped breathing. 

Christina stood by her vanity. The boots lay discarded a few feet away, along with her knee length purple argyle socks. The skirt was in a puddle at her feet, and the sweater was tossed across the bed, only a fraction of it in Eric's field of vision. 

But his mother dominated his view. She still wore the blouse, shirt tails obscuring her full matronly ass, but her pale, smooth legs were bare. As Eric watched, Christina removed the barrettes from her hair and set it on the table, and began removing her jewelry, which she placed carefully in their appointed spaces on the vanity. 

Eric couldn't see the mirror, which he was grateful for, as it suggested that his mother wouldn't be able to see him spying. But he could tell by her arm movements that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Eric's eyes widened, pupils dilating. He felt a tightness growing in his shorts.

The collar lifted away and his mother lowered the blouse off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms and fluttered to the floor. Her bra and panties were purple as well, utilitarian, but damn sexy nonetheless. Eric admired the way his mother's full ass filled her panties, how one pale cheek was mostly exposed as the fabric had ridden up. He wanted her to turn, to show off those tremendous breasts trapped within the purple prison, but he was afraid she would see him if she did...

...and then suddenly her hands were behind her, fumbling with the clasp of the bra. Eric's heart stopped beating. His hand slid unconsciously under the waistband of his shorts to lightly touch his hardness.

There came a snap that echoed across the bedroom. The bra fell away from Christina's chest, and now he DID wish he could see the mirror. He watched in fascination as her hands slid down her belly and fluttered as they approached her panties. He wondered what might happen next. Something in the curve of her back, the set of her shoulders, told Eric that she was considering something. 

But then she turned. Eric retreated quickly, as quietly as possible, but even so he saw a flash of a delicious pink nipple at the tip of the full curvature of an immense and beautiful milky white breast. Just a glimpse, but it burned itself into his retina, into his mind and memory. His cock squirted precum into his boxers and he closed his eyes, savoring the glimpse, savoring the moment. 

He heard his mother moving into her bathroom, sensed the door closing, and a few moments later, heard the water start. 

Eric slunk away, back down the hall. He briefly considered ducking into his room to jack off, but decided against it. He had to get those steaks cooking, and he'd pushed his luck far enough already. 

Eric threw some salt and a little pepper on the steaks to season them, fired up the grill, and threw the meat on the rack. He thought about the too brief summers in North Dakota, and grilling in the backyard of the old house, cooking for his mother and himself. He'd picked up the skill early, mostly on his own, although his father did offer pointers now and then. Not that the old man let Eric near his own grill, but one of the few things he was good for was advice on cooking. 

He thought about the old man's offer, to work the summer at the hardware store. Money in his pocket would be no mean thing, and he would need cash for textbooks and such at college, but he knew his mother wanted him to spend the summer out west with her. And that she could probably afford to pay for his school books, too. But it would probably be a lonely summer, away from his friends, in a foreign land. Maybe he should take the car at least one day on his vacation, see the sights, get the lay of the land. 

The smell of cooking meat brought him back to himself. He was in danger of burning something. Eric quickly got things under control. 

Just then the back door opened, and Christina glided on to the patio, carrying a glass of juice in one hand and a beer in the other. Eric's eyes widened once more as they drank in his mother's lovely form. She wore a pair of tiny khaki shorts and a bight red bikini top, and aside from some wedge-heeled sandals, nothing else. 

Eric's mouth dropped open automatically. Her short red hair, still damp from the shower, was held up with a thick red headband. Her bikini was tiny, just two small wedges of sheer fabric suspended by a few strips of string tied behind Christina's neck and back. The suit offered no support, which caused Christina's heavy breasts to swing freely on her chest. Her skin was flawless, without flaw or blemish, creamy and perfect. Her breasts were large and pendulous, milky white in color, beginning to shade to a ruddy pink as Eric's gaze lingered. Eric knew that his mother was well endowed, but knowing that, and seeing her breasts virtually naked, were quite different things. He was literally stunned. His mother's matronly, full, massive breasts were the most spectacular pair of tits he had ever seen, in real life or in pictures. They were so spectacular that he couldn't help but think of them as "tits."

Eric's brain suddenly stuttered back to life as his mother, blushing furiously but smiling broadly, handed him the beer. He took it, wondering at her dress, and wondering at the gesture. "Um, Mom...?"

"You are the man of the house when you are here, sweetie-bear," Christina said. "And with that role comes certain responsibilities," and here she gestured at the grill, "as well as certain privileges, such as a beer every now and then." 

She raised the juice to her lips and took a sip. Eric mimicked the gesture, taking a long pull from the bottle of beer. He tried to keep his eyes on his mother's face, but they kept drifting downward. She didn't protest, but she did get redder. It was cute, actually, even if the whole situation left Eric completely bewildered. 

Christina stepped up close to Eric and hugged him. The ice in her drink clinked against the glass, and her huge breasts pressed and flattened against his chest. He wished he wasn't wearing a shirt, wished he could feel her skin against his own. Her subtle perfume enveloped him, something sweet and flowery he couldn't identify, but was as familiar to him as his own scent. Eric couldn't help the response between his legs, either, and hoped she couldn't sense the sudden stiffness growing there. 

Christina's cheek touched his. "It's so nice to have you home with me," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I've missed having my sweetie-bear around." Eric felt her knee and thigh rub up against his own, lifting the bottom edge of his loose athletic shorts. Unconsciously his free hand slid down her smooth back and across her left buttock. He almost gripped and squeezed. 

Christina pulled back a bit. Her face was very close, her eyes looking directly into his own. Eric could see himself reflected in those blue depths, and he felt his mother's love for him. And something else, something unfamiliar in her eyes, something primal and animal-like. Her lips hovered only a few inches from his own, parted, her breath coming in short puffs that tasted of the alcohol she mixed into her drink. 

They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing into one another's eyes, breathing in the other's breath, arms locked around one another. Neither one appeared willing to break the spell. Eric, out of sheer terror, and his mother, out of reluctance, maybe, or something else, something he couldn't quite define. 

Eric and his mother were brought crashing back down to Earth as the rumble of a car engine echoed from the driveway. Christina released him suddenly, stepping backward, eyes looking away from her son. That gave Eric another moment to admire her swaying breasts in their tiny suit top. 

Car doors slammed, voices rose from around the side of the house, and a moment later, Tom and Alice appeared. Christina swirled past Eric and the grill to welcome their guests. 

Eric felt a sudden fierce stab of jealousy when he saw Tom clearly checking his mother out, with that insufferable smirk of his, but he quickly quashed it when he found himself doing the same to Mrs. Park. 

Tom had changed into another Star Wars t-shirt and blue swim trunks and flip flops. Blue-tinted sunglasses were up on his head, not hiding where his eyes were going. Tom had a towel in one hand and a paper bag with a loaf of bread in the other. 

Mrs. Park – Alice, she'd told Eric to call her – wore a thigh length, loosely belted orange robe, almost see-through, and under that an abbreviated red and orange string bikini that looked as delicate as spider silk. Like Christina's, the top was just a pair of tiny triangles covering her nipples, exposing almost the entirety of Alice's own large and delectable, golden breasts. She had a smooth belly, narrow waist, and tiny bottoms that fit snugly between her thighs. Eric tried not to stare, but he was sure he saw camel toe. Alice's long, sultry legs were bare, and she wore a golden anklet around her left ankle, and strappy high heeled sandals that made her look slightly taller than her son. Thick black sunglasses like insect eyes covered half her face, but she smiled broadly at Christina and held her arms out. 

The two busty women embraced briefly. Tom and Eric stopped breathing to admire the sight. Alice seemed to whisper something to Christina, who answered only with a small smile. 

"Well hello there, Eric," Alice said, heels clicking on the patio. "Nice to see you again."

"You too, Mrs. Park," Eric said, but when her full lips twisted into a frown, he quickly amended "Alice," which earned him a smile. 

Alice flipped her sunglasses up, holding her long hair back from her face. "Sorry we're late, we stopped at the store to grab a few things."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," Christina said. She took the bread, however, as well as whatever was in the bag Alice carried, and the two sexy mothers sauntered into the house. 

Both sons watched them go, neither saying a word. When the back door clicked shut, Tom turned to Eric and said, "See what I mean?"

Eric could only think of the way his mother's full tits felt against his chest. "Yeah," he said softly. 

There was a long pause. "So," Tom said, "hey, you have another one of those for me?" He pointed at the beer. 

Eric shrugged. "I don't know." He turned to the grill to look after the meat. 

Tom watched him, a little puzzled. "You okay, man? You look a little spacey."

"Do I?" Eric mumbled. Something in his brain clicked. He blinked, almost shook himself. He looked directly at Tom, focusing on him. "Sorry. Weird day. When my mom comes back out, I'll ask if you can have a beer too. I bet it will be okay."

Tom nodded. "Cool." 

As it turned out, it was okay. Christina and Alice reappeared shortly with sliced bread, butter, a spinach salad, some zucchini which Eric threw on the grill, a bottle of wine, glasses, and a beer for Tom. Everyone hovered around the grill and the picnic table while Eric cooked. 

Tom sat down at the table, and a few minutes later Alice followed suit, settling in very close to her son. Christina poured Alice a glass of wine, sipped from her glass of doctored juice, and disappeared back into the house a few times, always returning with something. Plates, utensils, napkins, salt and pepper. 

Eric checked the steaks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tom wrap an arm around Alice's waist. Tom's hand settled on his mother's hip, his long fingered hands touching her exposed thigh. Eric watched as Tom's fingertips brushed lightly across his mother's skin in concentric circles. 

Eric quickly turned back to the grill as the implication of Tom's action hit him like a ton of bricks. 

"Steaks are done," Eric said. His voice shook a little. "I did yours medium rare," he said to Tom and Alice, "not sure what you would have preferred." His own was rare and bloody, while Christina's was well done, the way his mother preferred. 

"Oh, perfect," Alice said, "thank you." Tom looked about to say something, but his mother squeezed his thigh and he shut his mouth. 

Christina beamed at her son. The table was laid, and everyone dug in with gusto. Eric sat across from Alice, while Christina settled in next to him, rather close. She patted his own thigh, her fingertips grazing his bare knee. 

Alice and Christina dominated the conversation, talking about work. It bored Eric, but on the other hand, he was able to sneak looks at the delectable cleavage of two gorgeous cougars. And the way Alice's big tits bounced when she laughed, or how his mother's breasts swung back and forth as she cut into her meat. 

Tom seemed similarly engaged. Eric and he met looks across the table. Tom had that insufferable smirk on his face. Eric wasn't sure what expression he was wearing, but he was sure he looked confused. He felt off-kilter, uncertain, like he was standing on thin ice. The wrong step would send him into a cold plunge. The beer wasn't helping. He was on his second bottle, and he'd started drinking on an empty stomach.

Occasionally as she ate, Christina's free hand would drop onto Eric's leg. The second or third time, her hand began to lightly run up and down his thigh. Eric could have moved the hand, could have shifted his seat, but he didn't. He sat there and ate his meal and enjoyed it. 

When dinner was done, Christina stood up to clean up plates. Her tits practically fell out of her top, and they swung into Eric's shoulder as she reached across him to take his plate. Alice stood as well, made as if to help, but Christina waved her off. "Eric will help, you two are guests. Go enjoy the pool, we won't be long."

Tom acquiesced quickly, stripping off his shirt and kicking off his flip-flops. "Shouldn't you wait an hour, Thomas?" Alice said, but he ignored her and bounded into the pool. He leapt in with a huge splash. Alice shook her head, smiled at Eric and Christina, and moved to follow. 

Alice took her wineglass with her after filling it, and sauntered over to the pool. She slipped off her barely modest robe, kicked off her shoes, and began to walk down the steps into the water. She gave a little shiver as the water rose over her calves that made certain parts of her anatomy do amazing things. 

"Enjoying the view, Eric?" Christina said into his ear. Eric blushed, blinked and turned towards her, only to realize she was bending over again, her huge, heavy breasts hanging off her chest, swaying slightly. 

"Urk," he said. Or maybe he said something less intelligent. 

Christina giggled, and flicked the end of his nose with her forefinger. She straightened. "Help me bring these into the house."

Eric quickly complied, helping to clear the table and bring everything into the house. When the sink was filled with plates and the leftovers stored in the fridge, the two of them stood in the middle of the kitchen. Through the window over the sink, the two of them could see Tom and Alice frolicking in the pool. 

"We were interrupted earlier," Christina said, looking very serious. And very beautiful. She stood very close to Eric, close enough that her scent filled his nostrils. The hairs on his arms stood on end, and the hairs on the back his neck followed. Christina stepped closer. 

Eric tasted the wine on her breath before he tasted the wine on her lips. Her full lips pressed against his, lightly, then gradually with more force. Her mouth opened slightly, the tip of her tongue probed against his lips, and he let his own mouth open, his own tongue reach out, tasting her, feeling her. Her tongue retreated, and his tongue followed, into her mouth, to twist and wrestle and play. 

Eric's hands touched Christina's bare lower back and slid lower, cupping her large, luscious ass. His mind whirled. He felt light-headed, and more drunk than two beers should make him. What was happening to him?




Ever Notice? Ch. 02



Outside in the pool, Alice had walked out to about waist depth, wrapping her arms beneath her breasts and shivering. Her nipples made hard dents in the thin fabric of her bikini top. She watched her son splash around in the deep end, sipping her drink. 

Alice looked over her shoulder. The sun glinted off the kitchen windows, but she could still just about make out two silhouettes standing very close together. She smiled, and if her smile looked a little bit like her son's smirk, that could hardly be surprising. Everything appeared to be going according to plan. Alice pulled her sunglasses off her head and situated them on her nose. She pointed at her son and crooked a finger at him. 

Tom smiled, ducked under the water, and came up right in front of Alice. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely on the lips. He loved seeing her in an abbreviated bikini; it was his favorite look. Alice held her drink out with one hand and grabbed her son's hard, muscular ass with the other. 

Alice pushed her tits against Tom's naked chest, loving the feel of his slick skin against her own. She shivered in his arms, more with lust than coldness, and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Why the fates had decreed that the perfect lover for her would turn out to be her own son, she could not even begin to fathom. But it was true. He was willfully terrible at school, never picked up after himself, and had terrible taste in films, but he could fuck like a volcano, and he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her pussy, night after night. He was tireless, and his balls were always full with delicious, creamy cum. 

Tom suddenly released her, leaving Alice momentarily confused. But as he ducked away under the water, he nodded behind her. Alice turned, big tits swinging, hard nipples pointing like divining rods, and saw Christina and Eric stepping out of the house onto the patio. Behind her sunglasses, Alice examined the duo closely, and liked what she saw.

Christina's pale skin was flushed and she was beaming. Eric had color in his cheeks as well, but he looked more uncertain than happy. Poor little baby was so confused, but he wouldn't be for long, if Christina kept up the heat. 

Alice sipped her wine.

Up on deck, Eric stood on shaky legs. He felt like he might float away if he didn't concentrate on keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. He could barely look at Alice or Tom, even though Alice was a total knockout in that tiny red bikini, half-turned at the waist, drinking her wine, huge tits in profile, big round ass lapped by the water.

Christina unbuttoned the top of her shorts. The snap of the button echoed in Eric's ears and drew his eyes like a laser beam to his mother. She bent slightly at the waist and slowly slid the shorts downward. Her bikini bottoms were tiny, not quite a thong, but not much larger than one, tied at each hip, showing off acres of full, matronly ass. The shorts slid down Christina's long legs to pool at her feet, and she stepped daintily out of them, somehow not getting her sandals caught at all. Then she bent over, putting that big, beautiful, curvy butt high in the air, unstrapped her sandals, and slid them off her feet. She looked over her shoulder at Eric as she straightened, smiling broadly, knowing where his eyes had been. Where his hands wanted to be. 

Hips swinging provocatively, Christina walked to the pool, down the steps and into the water. She shivered melodramatically, and claimed loudly that she needed to monitor the temperature more closely. "I'm not used to owning a pool," she said. 

Eric followed like a sleepwalker. He tugged his t-shirt off and threw it on the ground. He watched Alice and Christina standing in the shallow end, talking. Two busty mothers in tiny suits, looking damn hot and damn fine. Why did one of them have to be Eric's mother?



Ever Notice? Ch. 03



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.



Alice and Tom left as the sun began to set, wrapped up in towels, thanking Christina and Eric profusely. Christina gave Alice another embrace before the other woman left, and went into the house. Eric cleaned the grill, checked the temp on the pool, and puttered around in the backyard. He didn't want to go into the house, not right away. He didn't know what might happen. He wasn't sure what to expect. 

Eventually, he couldn't put it off any longer. Eric wandered through the house, but found no sign of his mother, until he came to her bedroom door, which was closed. Feeling simultaneously relieved and disappointed, Eric retired to his own room. The space was relatively spare and bare. Most of his things were still in boxes, only a fraction of what he owned on display at his aunt and uncle's place in North Dakota, and of course none of it had made the trek out west with him. 

Still, he had headphones and music. He stretched out on the bed and tried to veg a little listening to music. 

Neither Alice nor Tom felt any of the ambivalence that plagued Eric. It was a short drive back to their residence, but Alice insisted on driving. The boy had only drunk two beers, but she wasn't going to let him behind a wheel after that. Even if she would have preferred sitting beside him and nursing on his thick, teenage cock rather than driving herself. Alice compromised by keeping her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, and the other caressing her son's massive hard-on through his swim trunks. His hot, hard, young prick jumped and throbbed beneath her palm as she ran her hand up and down its considerable length. 

Tom shifted in his seat, going mad with desire. His breath came in quick, sharp gasps, and he thrust his hips up into his mother's hand, urging her movements. 

Alice chuckled low in her throat, pulled the car into her driveway, and released her son. Tom groaned. "C'mon Mom, finish me off," he whined.

"Not in the driveway," Alice said. "Besides, Mommy needs your mouth between her legs." She was boiling hot, thinking of what might be happening just down the road between Christina and her young hunk of a son. Alice hopped out of the car and hurried on shaky legs into the house. Tom followed awkwardly after her, adjusting his thick member in order to walk with anything approaching speed. 

As soon as she was through the front door, Alice whipped off her towel and threw it aside. Her bikini bottoms whisked down her long golden legs with similar speed. She turned around and stepped back as Tom shut the door behind him. With a sexy, sultry smile Alice settled back onto the third step of the second floor staircase and spread her legs. 

"Come kiss your mother," Alice said, beckoning Tom with a curled finger. 

Tom grinned hugely. He shucked his shirt off and threw his own towel on the floor beside Alice's. He sank to his knees before her, licking his lips. He left a trail of butterfly kisses along her inner thighs, which made her muscles bunch and jump in anticipation. 

Alice moaned as her son gently kissed the little bud of her clitoris. Just lightly, so lightly, but so deliciously. She threw her head back, and her long dark hair fell in silky strands upon the steps. Tom's tongue eased out from between his lips and flicked her button, lightly again, but it felt like an electric jolt to Alice. His tongue slid downward, parting her nether lips, slurping up the copious juices sluicing from her love-wound. 

Tom's nose settled into the neatly trimmed patch of fuzz on her pubic mound as his tongue speared her pussy and began to lash its way through her warm, moist, pink folds. His mouth sucked against her. His teeth nipped at her pussy lips. He swirled his tongue, lapped up her juices, and dove again and again into her honeypot. 

Alice's hips flexed, pushing her pussy into her son's face. Her fluids coated his lips and chin. Her hands feathered through his short dark hair. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy, hard. Tom gurgled, but his eyes laughed, and his mouth kissed her pussy deeply, thoroughly. He swept his tongue up through her folds and glanced across her love button again. Alice shivered in ecstasy. 

He flicked her clit once, twice, three times more. Alice yowled. Tom went back to eating her out, slurping noisily as his tongue swept through her most sensitive, vulnerable areas. He was an artist with that tongue. She had trained him well, and he knew where to drill the tip of his tongue, when to flatten it and where to give her a broad lick, where to twist it and lap at her. 

No lover she had ever had could match her son's devotion. She gave birth to him, raised him, and indoctrinated him into the arts of love, and her son's natural love and adoration for his mother had informed his training. He was eager to please, eager to make her happy, make her feel good, because he honestly, truly loved her, in that special way that a son loves his mother. And she rewarded his devotion with her own special skills. 

Tom teased her clitoris again, longer this time, and not just with his tongue. The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, but then his lips wrapped around it and he gave a few delicate, playful sucks that had Alice mewling and gripping the back of his head hard enough that she was afraid she'd drew blood. Tom offered no complaint, but he did relent a little, returning to her weeping pussy. 

Alice felt her climax fast approaching. His tongue wasn't long enough to reach her g-spot, but that didn't keep Tom from trying, and the stimulation on her clit was plenty. With a subtle push of her fingertips, she indicated what she wanted. Tom's eyes laughed again as he shifted upward once more, and his tongue and teeth and lips murdered her clit. It only took a little bit more stimulation from his talented mouth to set his mother off. 

Alice wailed as her orgasm exploded up through her system, like a jolt of pure electricity generated by her clit, washing through her entire system. Head back, lips parted, huge tits wobbling in her bikini top on her chest with nipples hard as diamonds, her long legs wrapped around her son's shoulders, heels pressing hard into his back, hands digging deeply into his skull, Alice came. She came hard. Shaking and shivering in unending ecstasy, as Tom continued to love her with his mouth. A second orgasm followed close on the first, and then a third, or maybe it was all one long, drawn out, exquisite one. It seemed to go on forever. 

At last, she could take no more and pushed Tom away. More roughly than she intended, but she had little strength left in her limbs, and she was gasping, eyes unfocused, pussy weeping slick trails down her thighs and staining Tom's chin and cheeks. 

He parted Alice's legs and lifted them off his shoulders. He sat back on his haunches, breathing heavily himself. He licked his lips and plucked a pubic hair off his cheek, which made Alice giggle. Tom smiled in response. 

When they both had caught their breath, Alice dragged him up her body and kissed him fiercely on the lips, tasting her own tangy flavor. Tom slid his trunks off his hips. His huge cock nudged against her vulnerable pussy, but she couldn't handle having him inside there just yet. 

Alice slid down on the staircase. Wordlessly she guided him, urging him to stand. She caught his engorged manhood in her slim fingers and jacked him lightly. Precum leaked from the head, clear and slick and delicious looking. The fluid coated her hands in seconds as she swept up and down his length, using both hands to completely cover him. She rose up a little and adjusted her shoulders, and slid her son's thick cock between her huge, bikini clad tits. He speared her cleavage effortlessly, eased by the slickness of his own precum. Alice released his cock, cupped her tits, and squeezed Tom's thick cock between them.

Tom hissed and gasped and started to fuck her tits, sawing his cock back and forth. Alice's breasts shook with the impact of his thrusts, shivering deliciously within the confines of her red bikini top. Her nipples made hard indents in the small triangles of fabric. She slipped her fingers under the cloth to tweak her own nipples while Tom hammered away at her. 

His dripping cockhead emerged from between her tits, first spearing her throat, then colliding with her chin as she altered the angle of her neck. On the next upswing, she had her lips in place, and she kissed his sensitive cockhead. Tom groaned. She knew that sound. He wouldn't last much longer. 

"Oh yes, baby," Alice cooed. She urged him on, pausing momentarily to kiss his cockhead as it emerged from her cleavage. "Your big hard cock looks beautiful between Mommy's huge tits. Are your balls full of delicious, salty cum? Are you going to give Mommy a big load? Are you going to paint Mommy's huge tits with your cum? Mommy wants to see her big boy spray his juice all over her." 

Tom grunted again. His shoulders bunched. He reached down and put a hand on either tit, crushing them between his hands and tightening her soft, pliant flesh around his thrusting tool. 

"Here it comes, Mom," he groaned, thrusting hard. The first jet erupted from his cock as it reached her chin, and the blast arced over her lips and nose, leaving a slimy shining trail across her face. His hips shot backward and the next blast coated the inside of her cleavage in a line all the way up to her neck. Again and again he blasted her in thick creamy spurts of semen, and it pooled and puddled in the hollow of her throat, between her tits, and across her face. He wrenched himself free after a dozen spurts and then aimed his erupting cannon at her bikini clad breasts, leaving shimmering trails across her golden skin, the bikini fabric, and her hands. At last, spent, he pointed his cock at her face and she swallowed the sensitive head between her lips, sucking up the last few dollops of cream and swallowing them. 

Tom stepped backward, his chest coated with sweat, breathing heavily, and admired his handiwork. Alice opened one eye, the other glued shut by a wad of pearly white jizz, and looked down at the frosting of spunk across her tits. She licked her lips, tasting his delicious cum, and began to slowly feed it to herself on her fingertips. 

"Should have taken a picture," Tom grumbled. "You look so gorgeous covered in my cum."

"Maybe next time, baby," Alice cooed. She swallowed noisily and scooped more cum off her right breast. She eyed her son's cock, slightly drooping but still hard between his legs. "Speaking of which... head up to bed, baby. I'm going to clean off and then you're going to fuck me. Sound like a plan?"

Tom smirked. "Sounds like a plan, Mom."

*

Down the street, Eric had turned the light in his room down, stripped down to his boxers, and slid under the sheets. He still had his headphones on, listening to random songs on his iPod. He didn't hear the knock at his door, and he started when it eased open and his mother poked her head through. 

"Are you awake, sweetie-bear?" she asked.

Eric pulled his headphones off and sat up in bed, suddenly aware of his near nudity. "Yeah, I'm up."

"Do you mind if I come in?"

Eric nodded automatically. "Sure, Mom. What's up?" 

She glided into the room with a smile. Eric's eyes widened. She had changed into some silky kind of negligee, light blue in color, with a scooped bodice that showed most of her breasts, and a short hemline that barely covered her thighs. Her feet were encased in a kind of high-heeled slipper, which slapped against the bottoms of her feet as she crossed the room. The twin dents at the peak of her tits, and the way they swayed suggestively with each step, proved she wore nothing underneath. Eric found himself wondering if she had any panties on either, as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Somehow, some way, despite the fact that she had showed more skin at the pool, this was far sexier than the bikini. 

Christina stepped purposely towards Eric and settled down on the edge of the bed next to him, one bare thigh bent at his side, slipper half hanging sexily off her foot; the other leg on the floor. She sat up straight, which put Eric's head in line with her huge breasts, and he found himself staring directly into the deep line of her cleavage. 

He started to shift, but Christina slid an arm around his shoulders, and he found he couldn't adjust himself without pushing her away. As her large, soft, right breast settled against his shoulder, he found his urge to retreat dwindling. 

"I just wanted to check on you, honey," his mother said. "I know things are moving... quickly, around here, and you might be having some strange feelings."

You have no idea, Eric thought. His eyes wandered across the bare slopes of her breasts, admiring the contour of her flesh as it bulged against the fabric of her clothes, and the way that fabric tented at the center of each tit. He wondered what color her nipples were, whether they would be pink like her lips or darker. The skin of her chest began to flush as Eric drank in the sight of her. He felt his own cheeks growing hot, but couldn't look away. He was almost hypnotized by her breathing, and the way her full breasts rose and fell with each indrawn and exhaled breath.

"I just want you to know that these feelings are natural. We've had to be apart for a very long time recently, and for the first time since you were born. We've both grown a little bit in that time, too. You into a very handsome and sexy man, and me, into... well, I think you're aware of what I've become." 

Christina's right hand squeezed Eric's shoulder, which had the effect of pushing him slightly towards her, squashing her big boob harder into his other shoulder. Her free hand rose into his eyeline, and she reached between her tits to scratch at an itch with her forefinger, which just set both breasts bouncing. 

"I also want you to know that these... natural... feelings... are not unique. I've missed having my sweetie-bear around these past few months, and having you here with me now has awakened something inside me that... well, I'm not sure I can fully control."

She paused. Her hand touched his chin, drawing his eyes finally up into her face. Her blue eyes were wide, innocent. Eric noticed for the first time the blue eyeshadow and faint glimmer of lipstick, as well as the way her loose red hair framed her beautiful face. "Does that scare you, baby?" Christina asked. Her voice was a breathy whisper. 

Eric didn't trust himself to speak. He simply nodded. 

"That's okay," his mother said. "It scares me a little, too. But I find myself more than a little... excited, too." Her eyes left Eric's, and he followed her gaze. A prodigious bulge tented the sheets between his legs. Eric blushed even more furiously, embarrassed by the raging erection that pushed hard against his covers. 

His mother smiled slyly. "I see it excites you a little, too." She placed a finger against his cheek and turned his head back to her. Her lips descended towards his, brushing them lightly. Her hand slid down his bare chest and under the sheet. Her fingers lightly grazed the muscles of his abdomen. Despite himself, Eric felt his cock twitch. 

"Do you want Mommy to help you with that?" Christina whispered hotly to him. Eric whimpered. His cock was so hard he felt like it might snap off. Christina's smile broadened. Her hand slid lower. 

And then he felt her fingers on the outside of his boxers, tracing the outline of his massive prick. Christina's eyes widened a little. "OH!" she said. "So big for Mommy." 

Her slim, warm fingers snaked into the opening of his shorts, and he felt her wrap them around his thickness. His cock jumped again, squirting a dollop of precum that was quickly soaked by his shorts. Working one handed, Christina deftly lifted Eric's hardness out through the opening. Her bare fingers wrapped lightly around his length, stroking him lightly. Eric moaned. 

"Does this feel good, sweetie-bear?"

Eric grunted assent. He still couldn't talk. He was amazed that his mother could. 

Christina flattened her hand against her son's cock, stretching three fingers along him, her fingertips reaching for the base of his cock. The head of his cock squirted precum into her palm. The spongy head pushed against her hand, almost flattening as Eric thrust his hips against her hand, and his prick into her palm. Christina cooed in Eric's ear. "That's right baby, that's right, just like that."

She pressed expertly against him, exerting light pressure to the sensitive underside of his rampant dick. His precum pooled in her palm, coated her fingers, slickened his thick, hard length. Christina skated her hand downwards, reaching for Eric's full heavy balls. They were bursting with sweet boycream, and Christina wanted to coax every drop free. She rolled his balls between her fingers, caressing them lightly, squeezing gently. Then her hand swept upwards once more, her fingers encircling his thickness. It jerked and bucked in her hand, lively, eager, pulsing with energy. 

Eric turned his head, buried it between Christina's breasts. His lips tasted her skin. Her perfume filled his nostrils, sweet and heady. He jerked his hips into his mother's hand, feeling her tighten and relax her grip as her fingers swept up and down his raging hardness. 

"Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like Mommy's hand around you, urging you along? Helping you? Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to give Mommy all that sweet cream?"

Eric groaned into his mother's cleavage as his cock exploded. His huge cock thrashed and bucked and spat its load. The first jet splattered against the sheet and coated his abdomen, but his mother's hand swept up, palm against his cockhead, and each pulse afterward sprayed into her hand. Christina made quiet noises of approval as he came. "Mmmm, so good, baby, so good, just like that, just like that."

When at last he was finished, Eric's mother carefully withdrew her hand. It was painted white, coated with a thick frosting of Eric's cum. It slithered around in her palm as she lifted her hand up. Her eyes widened and she regarded a dazed Eric. "So much, sweetie. Were you backed up, or just excited for Mommy?"

Eric lifted his head from his mother's breasts. "Excited," he managed to gasp out. The smile she gave him made it worthwhile. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then deftly withdrew from the bed. Eric almost fell over as she left him. Somehow, she managed not to spill a drop of his cum, though her fingers and palm were sticky and drippy. It began to slide down her wrist, and she laughed throatily. "I better... get cleaned up," she said. And then licked her lips. "Good night, Eric."

His mother slid out of his room. Eric watched her go, mind spinning, cock already hardening once more, his heart thundering in his chest. "Good night, Mom."

Just before the door closed, he thought he saw her lift her hand to her lips and her long pink tongue dart out to lick.




Ever Notice? Ch. 04



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.



When Eric cracked an eye open, he saw that the clock on the floor in his room read 11:13. His brain was fogged with lust and confusion. Had his own mother actually jerked him off the night before? Had that really happened? And had Eric actually enjoyed the hell of it? 

He groaned and rolled over, away from the spray of sunlight from the half open window. He should probably get up, start his day. See if Tom was around. Figure out what to do with himself. 

Eric lumbered into the shower and scrubbed himself clean. Even with the weirdness of the past twenty-four hours – maybe because of them – he couldn't wait to get back to North Dakota. He missed his friends. He missed his car. He even missed his shitty part-time job. Another boring day in paradise did not appeal to him. He wasn't built to sit by the pool, reading a book, or watching TV all day. 

It was almost noon by the time he wandered downstairs. He wandered over to the fridge to get some food and found a note clipped to the door. 

"Sweetie – taking a half day today. Let's go to lunch, maybe catch a movie. I'll be home after noon." It was signed with a kiss: the imprint of his mother's red lips. 

Eric shook his head. He didn't know what to do. Should be duck out of the house? Where would he go? Did he want to stay and find out what was going to happen? He couldn't spend the rest of his life avoiding his mother, could he? On account of a handjob? 

Sudden headache. Eric picked up the phone, dialed the Parks. It rang and rang and went to voice. Maybe Tom was out playing hoops. Or maybe some of Tom's friends came by and he was out, and Eric was on his own for the day. 

*

Down the street, Tom had risen hours before Eric and had a full breakfast of video games and Mt. Dew. When the phone rang near noon, he paused the game and picked it up. It was his mother. 

"How quickly can you get down here?" she said. Her voice was breathless, throaty. He pictured her with a hand down the front of her skirt, teasing herself. 

"Who is this?" Tom said.

"Don't fuck with me, Thomas," Alice said. 

"Sorry Mom, just kidding. What's going on?"

"I just got off the phone with Christina. I am so fucking horny right now I can barely stand it. Your mother needs you, Thomas."

Tom cocked his head. He calculated. "I can be there in about twenty minutes. Faster if you'd buy me a car."

"You keep your grades up and graduate with honors and we'll talk. In the meantime, get on your bike and get down here."

Tom laughed. "You got it." He hung up, threw a sweatshirt on, and ducked out into the garage to pull his mountain bike off the wall. He was tearing down the driveway when Eric called. 

Tom wove through the hills, heading for the Xybochem main office. It wasn't downtown, which was useful, and Tom could go off road when possible, which allowed him to make it to the campus in record time. He kept a visitor's badge with him at all times, and flashed it at the gate guard, who, recognizing him, waved him through. Tom called his mom on his cell while he locked up his bike. 

His mother met him in the lobby of the main building. Alice had her hair up and glasses on, and she was dressed in a black suit, skirt, and pink blouse. Her face was flushed, eyes dilated. She made small talk with the security guard at the front desk while guiding Tom past him. They took an elevator up to the third floor and walked quickly to her office. There were a few people still on the floor, but most had gone to lunch. 

They passed Melody Maxwell in the hall, one of the research scientists in his mother's division. She was another incredibly attractive middle aged woman, with breasts larger than even his mother's, barely hidden by her conservative dress. Melody smiled at the two of them, but said nothing, and Tom wondered if she knew something. He looked behind him as she walked away, and found himself remembering Eric's discussion from day before when they were playing hoops.

Alice let Tom precede her into the office and shut the door behind her. It was a large, open space, dominated by her big black desk and the tiny computer on it. Bookcases in the walls were crammed with science texts, market reports, binders of all kinds. There was a little wet bar on one wall, which Tom knew was mostly stocked with soda water, tomato juice, and Mt. Dew. The wall behind the desk was floor to ceiling windows, specially tinted to let light in but obscure the interior. 

"So what's going on?" Tom said, turning around to face his mother. He found her already on her knees, loosening her hair clip and letting her long dark tresses spill down. She found the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down, his boxers too, freeing his already hardening cock. 

Alice gripped him softly, jacking him lightly, bringing him to greater stiffness. Her lips pressed against the spongy head of his cock, sucking lightly. Warmth and moisture enveloped him as she swallowed him. Inch by inch he sank into her mouth. Her eyes closed behind her glasses, savoring his taste and heat and hardness. 

Tom pulled his shirt up and watched as his mother devoured him. He thrust his hips a little bit, but she stopped him with a splayed palm on his abdomen and an icy glare. Her eyes closed again when he stopped moving, and the empty hand dropped down to grip the base of his stalk and jerk him softly while her mouth did its work. 

It killed Tom that on the other side of the office door, Xybochem drones were typing on their computers, eating their lunch at their desks, or otherwise busily working away like any ordinary day, while on this side, he was getting a blowjob from his mother. The Dragon Queen that half of them lived in fear of, was at this moment on her knees worshipping her own son's dick with her mouth. Tom sank a hand into his mother's silky hair. 

Alice's saliva and Tom's precum slickened his cock as Alice thrust her mouth up and down its length. Her tongue curled and caressed the underside, lashing at his hot hard flesh. Her lips closed around him mid-stalk and he cheeks hollowed as she sucked furiously. Tom hissed and grunted, trying not to cry out at the exquisite feeling of his mother sucking him off. 

Abruptly, Alice stood. She grabbed her son's head and kissed him fiercely. He tasted his own precum on her tongue, but didn't have long to register that fact. She'd kept one hand on his cock and angled it away from her, flat against his belly, to avoid leaving a trail on her clothes as she pressed her full, luscious body against him. 

Alice released him just as abruptly as she'd embraced him, and marched for her desk. She reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Then she slid her panties down her thighs and bent her waist over the side of the desk. She threw her hair back over her shoulder and looked at her son. Her eyes shot the "Well? What are you waiting for?" look that she had perfected for moments like this. 

Tom grinned, duckwalked over to her with his shorts around his ankles, and aimed his cock at his mother's weeping pussy. Her lips parted around his glans, and he sank into her balls deep in one smooth thrust. 

Alice bit her lip to keep from crying out. She looked so fucking sexy. Tom gripped her by the hips and started fucking her. Hard and fast and savage. Her heart-shaped ass rippled delightedly with each thrust. Tom liked the way her skirt bunched up against her waist, and her panties stretched around her calves. He liked the way his mother's pussy gripped him, how her warm wet folds caressed every hardened inch of his throbbing cock as it plunged again and again into her steamy depths. 

Alice spread her palms on her desktop and dropped her head, grunting as Tom fucked into her. Tom hissed through his teeth, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was difficult, with the way his mother twisted her hips and jammed herself back into him, and the quiet desperate noises she made as he plowed into her. Alice arched her back, gasping and choking back a cry as pleasure as an orgasm rippled through her. 

Her pussy clenched hard around Tom's cock, trapping him deep inside, and her juices soaked into his heated skin, poured out of her and onto his bouncing balls. Tom's grip on his mother's waist tightened as he jammed deeper into her and exploded. His cock bucked and jumped and shuddered. Jet after jet of potent seed spiraled into his mother's womb. Tom stopped breathing. His eyes actually crossed. Alice crested a second time as her son filled her to the brim. Their mingled juices stained her sleek thighs. 

Alice rested her forehead against the cool surface of her desk. She fought to control her breathing. Her breath hitched as Tom, still semi-hard, gave a weak thrust. "Don't do that," she hissed. Tom grunted and withdrew, dragging his long cock out of her sheathe. His seed began to leak out of her. 

While Tom stumbled backward, Alice quickly tugged her panties up, covering her sopping mound. The fluids from her pussy and her son's cock soaked the gusset immediately. But it would keep them from leaking out and dripping down her legs. She adjusted her skirt and turned around. 

Tom tugged his shorts up, covering himself. "Is that all, Mom?"

Alice frowned. "Don't be like that, baby." She adjusted her clothes, stepped toward him, and wrapped her arms around him. "You enjoy this just as much as I do."

Tom's flat expression slowly morphed into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"Better." She kissed him fleetingly on the lips. She found the clock on her wall. Enough time left for some yogurt and a granola bar.

"So what did Christina tell you to get your motor running?"

Alice snapped back to the present. "Mothers must have their secrets, Thomas." Tom's frown focused her attention. "Oh, do you want to fuck Ms. Henderson, Tommy?"

He blushed, looked away, but didn't deny it. 

"Don't worry, baby. I want a piece of that boy of hers myself. If things work out, we may both get our chance." She cupped him through his shorts and gave his cock a squeeze. 

* 

Eric paced his mother's living room. He almost jumped when he saw her car pull into the driveway. His heart started beating faster, and his palms were sweating. 

He was standing in the middle of the room when his mother floated in through the front door. She was wearing a red blouse and skirt combo with a white sweater, her hair loose and free, just a hint of makeup, and red strappy heels. She pulled her sunglasses off and looked around, blue eyes lighting up when she saw her son. 

"Hey, sweetie-bear. Ready to go?"

"Yeah. Um... yeah. Where are we going?"

She laughed, a sound like ringing bells. Somehow it made Eric relaxed. He even smiled. "C'mon, then," Christina said. "What are you in the mood for?"

The had lunch at a burger joint, one of those trendy left coast places that put pineapples on burgers. Eric had one with guacamole and fried onions. It was actually pretty good. He felt relaxed and carefree, and his mother appeared to be the same. They joked and laughed and enjoyed their meal, and everything seemed perfectly normal and natural. Just a boy and his mother, and if it felt a little bit like a date, that was okay, too. 

When they exited the restaurant, Christina angled them down the street, threading her arm through Eric's. The bulge of her right breast against his arm felt painfully comfortable. "I love the weather out here," Christina said. "I think your aunt's house is buried under a foot of snow right now."

"You're probably right," Eric admitted. While here all he could see were shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. April in North Dakota was very different. He could get used to this, actually. Visiting, that is, he added mentally. Just visiting. 

The movie theater proved to be just down the road, a small two-screen neighborhood place, showing what was probably just a bunch of art films. What made his mother think Eric would want to see something here?

"What do you think?" she asked. The marquee showed some foreign looking thing about some kind of French nonsense, and something called "The Hotel LaRousse." The poster had an attractive woman in some kind of lacy outfit, superimposed over a tall red building. Neither of them looked particularly interesting to Eric, other than for something to watch late at night on Cinemax. 

Eric shook his head and sort of shrugged. Christina smiled somewhat enigmatically and went up to the ticket counter. 

He was a little surprised when his mother purchased two tickets to "The Hotel LaRousse" but he shouldn't have been. She bought them a big tub of popcorn and sodas as well, and arm and arm they went into the theater. 

It was a cozy little place, without too many other patrons in the middle of a weekday, even during school vacation. Eric was a little startled when his mother lifted up the armrest between them, locking it in place upright. She slid up against him, curling into him. Her warmth and scent washed over him. Her heavy breast pushed against his arm. She let him hold the popcorn, and her right hand slid down onto his lap, resting against his thigh. 

As if having his beautiful, sexy mother that close wasn't exciting enough, the film turned out to be exactly the kind of softcore erotic adventure that Eric assumed it would be. The acting wasn't terrible, and there was an awful lot of nudity. Even some simulated sex. The principal actress was a brunette in her early to mid-thirties, full breasted and slim hipped, who seemed to enjoy preying on the younger men and staff at the hotel. The subtext was obvious, even to confused and aroused young Eric, particularly with his mother's hand sliding up and down his thigh. 

The erection he grew was almost painful. He shifted in his seat uneasily, eyes on the tits bouncing across the screen, while his mind focused on the fingers brushing along his leg. He shuddered and gasped involuntarily when Christina's hand wrapped around the thickness extending down the leg of his shorts. His mind went back to laying in bed the night before, and what she had done to him. He wondered how far she would go in the theater. It was largely empty, but not entirely. There were a few couples and singles in there. Mostly middle-aged women, actually. All of them pretty good looking, too... what was the deal with this town, anyway?

Eric's thoughts derailed when he felt his mother's fingers brush against his zipper. Was she going to – she tugged, slipping the zipper down. She deftly unbuttoned his shorts one-handed. Her warm, slim fingers fished under his pants and dragged out his weeping cock. Eric risked a glance at her, but she was watching the screen raptly, eyes straight ahead, as the buxom brunette made out with the towel boy. 

Eric looked down at his lap, adjusting the tub of popcorn to get a clearer view. His raging cock stood up proudly from his nest of cockhair, and his mother gently but insistently swept her hand up and down it. Her thumb spread precum across his sensitive head, while her fingers swept more of the juice up and down his length. 

Eric groaned. His mother's hand squelched up and down on his cock. It was a wonder that no one else heard it – it was so loud in Eric's ears. But so was the movie. On screen the brunette was shrugging out of her blouse. She didn't wear a bra, not that her fake tits needed one. The towel boy buried his face between them, licking and sucking sloppily. 

Beside Eric, Christina shifted in her seat. He looked out of the corner of his eye at her as she slid across the theater chair and bent at the waist. Eric's eyes widened, film totally forgotten, as his mother bent her head and inspected his cock close up. The theater was dark, the only light from the screen, and it illuminated her short red hair only a little bit. But he could feel her breath wash over his hot, hard, weeping dick. 

And then he felt her hot, wet, tongue lash across the head of his dick. His muscles spasmed and he loosed a loud shuddering gasp. What felt like a gallon of precum squirted out of his dick, spraying across her tongue, into her mouth. Then her lips closed around him. He felt warmth and moisture, her saliva washing him as her tongue bathed him. He felt and heard her moan, low, quiet, and the sound thrilled him to his core. 

Eric gripped the popcorn tub tightly, the cardboard crinkling, as his mother slowly swallowed his cock, one delicious inch by delicious inch. One hand gripped the base of him, while the other cupped and kneaded his balls. He imagined her mouth bulging with his girth, wishing he could see it. He felt her lips parting wider as she swallowed more of him. He felt the back of her throat, felt the exhalation of breath from her nostrils, and then her throat closing around him as he slid all the way into her mouth. The hand left the base of his cock, her lips pressed against his abdomen. 

Exquisite sensations enveloped his rigid dick as her throat worked to swallow him, her agile tongue teasing the underside of his dick, her cheeks closing in around him. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, before she swept back upwards. Her saliva and his juices felt cool against his skin, but she kept his cockhead between her lips while she took several deep, measured breaths through her nostrils. 

Eric thought one of the women two rows ahead of them looked back, but he decided he didn't care when his mother swallowed him again, more easily this time, more quickly. And then she was up again, and down, and up. Each time increasing her speed, until in short order she was fucking him with her mouth, her lips a tight seal, her throat and mouth incredibly wet and hot. 

Eric's head lolled backward. He spread his arms, resisting the almost painful urge to grab her by the back of her head and force his cock deeper into her throat. Wet, slick noises rose up at him, echoed by the quiet mewlings of his mother as she devoured him. Her free hand still lovingly caressed his balls, as if trying to coax the cum from them, even though her mouth was doing most of the work. 

On the screen, the brunette had climbed up on top of the towel boy and was dramatically thrashing around on his lap in one of the fakest sex scenes Eric had ever seen. He imagined his mother up there, pale and full and real, head thrown back with abandon, forehead slick with a sheen of sweat, red hair flying, huge milky white tits bobbing up and down. And beneath her, gasping and thrusting away with all his might, was Eric himself. 

His mother was on the downstroke when he erupted, her throat constricted around him as his huge hard cock throbbed and spat its first long ribbon of seed directly into her stomach. Christina coughed, spluttered, swept back up, but didn't lose his bucking cock. The first inch or two remained in her mouth, as its precious payload fired out, volley after volley painting her mouth white. He heard her swallowing quickly, desperately, fighting against the flood of his cum. 

And still he came, and still in his mind's eye he saw the two of them up on the movie screen, fucking like animals. 

And then at last, the final spurts sprayed across her tonsils. Her dexterous tongue swept across his cockhead, coring out his piss-slit to get the last sweet drop of cum. Then she sat up, throat working, as she swallowed every bit of his seed. A silver sheen coated her lips, but she licked it away almost as soon as Eric saw it. 

In the light from the movie, her eyes were red and glassy, mascara running, her cheeks flushed, her lips and chin slick with his fluids. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 04



Eric grabbed her chin, swept his thumb across it to clean it a little, and then leaned in and kissed her fiercely. She almost protested, but when he didn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum on her tongue, she relented, melted into him, and closed her eyes.



Ever Notice? Ch. 05



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER FIVE

They necked like a couple of teenagers, and technically one of them was a teenager, for a good fifteen minutes, barely pausing to take a breath. Finally, Eric's mother pushed him away. In the light from the forgotten movie, Christina's eyes were glassy and raw. 

"I need to clean up. Meet me in front of the theater in ten minutes." She contemplated him a moment, licked her lips, then placed a warm hand on his still rigid, still bare cock. "Don't forget to put this away." She stood up and swirled away. Eric watched her go, admiring her full ass in her little skirt, and the shakiness to her legs. 

Eric settled into the seat and relaxed for a few minutes. Finally, he stuffed his softening cock away and zipped up. The rasp of the zipper made one of the ladies two rows up turn her head. Eric gave her an insolent smile that she probably couldn't see. 

He stood up, tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and swaggered out of the theater. 

He waited patiently on the sidewalk outside for his mother. It took her longer than ten minutes, or at least it felt that way, but when she appeared she was worth the wait. She had scrubbed her face, subtly applied new lipstick and eyeshadow. Her red blouse was unbuttoned severely, showing considerable cleavage. The flush in her cheeks and spreading across her chest gave her color that her pale skin normally lacked. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and a broad smile spread across her full red lips. 

Eric held out his hand and she took it. She leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips, right there in the middle of the street. It could have been the chaste kiss of a mother and son, but the electric charge Eric felt at her touch hardened him instantly. He walked awkwardly down the street by her side. 

"What...uh... what happens next?" he said, a little uncertainly. He liked this new closeness with his mother. He liked in particular having his balls drained by a beautiful buxom woman, regardless of his relation to her. But even though he was a good looking guy and he'd had a few girlfriends, the furthest he'd gotten with a girl was the furthest he'd gotten with his mother so far. 

Her urgency to leave led him to believe something more might happen. Standing alone on the sidewalk had given him time to think, and the enormity of what was happening was beginning to war with his general horniness and hope of getting laid. 

"You're going to drive us home," Christina said, "and we are going to pick up where we left off in the theater." She snuggled close to him, threading an arm through his, pressing one heavy tit against his arm. Christina looked up at her son, and he saw love and lust and possessiveness in her brilliant blue eyes. He relaxed a little bit, but grew harder if anything.

They found the car and Christina tossed him the keys. Something told him to open the door for her, and the smile she flashed at him when he did made his heart skip a bit. He hurried around to the other side and started the car. He had a vague idea of where he was going, but would have to ask his mother for directions. 

While Eric pulled out of the parking lot, his mother began unbuttoning her red blouse even further. Eric caught a glimpse of a black bra and milky white tits. He forced his eyes on the road. Christina untucked her blouse, fluffing out the tails, and then proceeded to spread her legs. Her skirt inched upwards. She reached down and helped it along, giving herself more room to spread her legs even wider. Long expanses of her creamy thighs were exposed, drawing Eric's eyes to them. She planted one red high heel against the glove box, dragging her skirt even higher. 

He blew through a stop sign, barely noticing. 

"Watch the road, sweetie-bear," Christina admonished. "Let Mommy relieve herself a little bit. You got me so worked up in the theater, I just need to play with myself a little." As Eric watched out of the corner of his eye, his mother palmed herself, her hand largely hidden by the skirt. Her wrist began to move in slow circles, and Christina moaned. 

Her other hand reached out to grip Eric's thigh. His cock was an iron bar, awkwardly wedged down the other leg of his shorts, and he knew precum had soaked through his boxers already. Much more of this, and it would soak through his shorts as well. 

"Oh, honey," Christina said, her voice rising a little with each word. "You have such a big, beautiful cock. And your cum is so delicious and thick and creamy. I could drink it all day. I could nurse your dick all day, just sitting on my knees between your legs, feeling you thrust between my lips until you erupt. And you cum so much, sweetie-bear! My virile son with your thick cock, you're going to make Mommy so happy." 

The scent of her arousal filled the car. Sweat poured down Eric's forehead. He was breaking several traffic laws, but in the middle of the afternoon, traffic was still light. He hoped he wouldn't draw a cop. In his shorts, his cock throbbed and flexed, and he wondered if he would climax just listening to her talk and moan, and the wet squelchy noises coming from between her legs. He was pretty sure he could do it, and almost certain he would, if he didn't make it home soon. 

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which he gripped with both hands. 

His mother's free hand reached up to caress his bicep, then across his shoulder and neck and up to thread through his short, reddish-brown hair. "You're going to fuck Mommy," she said, low and husky. "I want that thick gorgeous cock of yours deep inside me." She shuddered, gripping the back of his head tightly, as her body thrashed in the seat beside him. 

Was this really happening? he wondered. Could this possible happen for real? His mind was awhirl. He was lucky he hadn't had or caused an accident. He pulled onto his mother's street and aimed the car for her house. 

The car thumped over the bottom of the driveway and almost slammed into the garage before he had it under control. He snapped his seatbelt off and lurched for Christina, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her fiercely again, his mouth thrusting into hers like an angry cock. She mewled under him, thrusting her big, heavy tits against his chest. She wrenched her hand out from between her legs and placed it against his cheek, fingers splayed. Her fingers were slick with her own juices, the aroma intoxicating. 

"House," Christina spat out, shoving Eric away. "Inside," she added. She fumbled with her own seatbelt. Eric looked at her blouse, barely attached to her, and the way the seatbelt was trapped between her huge tits in their lacy black bra. He helped her unfasten herself, kissed her again, and backed out of the car. 

Christina spilled out on her own side, her limbs shaky and weak, and Eric hurried around to help her to her feet and up the walk to the front door. His hands roamed all over her, while she searched her purse for the housekey. 

Finally she found it, fumbled with the lock, and in a tumble of limbs, the two of them bumbled into the house. Christina toppled, landing on her back, and Eric fell with her. He caught himself with his palms before he could crush her. She looked up at him with eyes wild and unfocused. 

"You okay?" he asked. She mustered a nod. Eric kicked the door closed with his foot and leaned down to kiss his mother again. Her lips parted with a sigh, and her tongue wrestled with his own. As Eric's crotch settled against his mother's skirt, he felt the pressure building down below. He broke away from her, gasping. "Mom, I can't..."

"Oh, baby, of course, its okay," she cooed. They shifted, Eric rising to his feet, Christina settling on her knees. She looked wild and sexy beneath him, as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled both them and his underwear downward with a savage jerk. His rampant cock rose up to slap her in the face, leaving a trail of precum across her cheek. She laughed a little, letting him know it was no trouble. 

As soon as her slim fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he felt his balls tremble and the rising, delicious agony of his impending explosion. "Mom," he groaned, unable to say more. 

Eric's mother quickly angled his cock towards her. Eric braced his arms against the door as her full, red lips slid over the crown of his dick. He felt warmth and moisture and the light touch of her agile tongue. His cock swelled in her mouth, the mushroom head expanding as his orgasm erupted, cum racing up his flesh tube to spray across her tongue. He inundated her mouth with several thick pulses of cream. He saw her throat working as she swallowed his viscous spend. All the while her bright blue eyes looked up at him with love, lust, and adoration. 

At last, his flood subsided, and she sat back on her haunches, licking her lips. Eric slumped against the door, his dick softening a little, but still half-hard and dripping. 

"So much, so soon," Christina said wonderingly, when her mouth and throat were clear. "Oh, sweetie-bear, you are going to spoil me."

She stood up on shaky legs, using her little finger to tuck a curl of silvery semen between her lips. With an inviting smile, she spun slowly and walked down the hall. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Off came the white sweater, dropped to the floor. She shucked off her red blouse quickly, and it fluttered after the sweater. She turned into the living room just as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt, and Eric heard it slithering down her legs as she disappeared around the corner. 

Eric caught his breath. His cock, which had barely flagged, was gaining strength once more. He shucked off his shoes, peeled off his t-shirt, and shuffled down the hall while kicking off his shorts and underwear. 

His mother waited for him in the middle of the room, standing with legs slightly spread and hands on her hips. She wore only her red high heels, black bra, and panties. She was framed by afternoon sunlight, which made the pale and pastel colors of the décor glow around her. 

The bra was thick-banded, with dark underwire cups to support her titanic breasts, but the tops were lacy and see-through with a kind of floral pattern to them. Her panties were black as well, high-cut on her hips, and similarly diaphanous. He could see her neatly trimmed red bush peaking through the material, while the front panel glistened with dew. 

Her eyes widened and her lips pulled up into a wicked grin as she beheld him, naked except for his socks. As she looked him up and down, he hurried to pull those off, and stood before her completely nude. 

"Oh, Eric," she sighed. "You're so beautiful."

He blushed. "I was going to say the same thing," he said. 

"Oh really?" She cupped her tits in their bra. "You don't think my breasts are too big?" Her hands dropped to her sides. "Or that my hips are too wide, or my ass too big?"

Eric shook his head. "You are perfect in every way, Mother."

She shivered a little and closed her eyes. "Thank you, sweetie-bear," she said. He crossed the room towards her, his rampant cock leading the way. She held her arms open and embraced him, wrapping her strong arms around him, pushing her rounded belly against his smooth abdomen, sandwiching his dick between them. Her bra encased tits flattened against his chest as he held her close. His lips sought hers, found them, and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth. Her hands found his bare ass and squeezed. 

Eric's strong hands found his mother's own cheeks, and he enjoyed their plush springiness. He kneaded her ass, and felt her groin press against his. He felt her heat and moisture against his skin, and he knew she was as ready as he was. He was going to fuck his mother. Insane, yes, but it was going to happen. Nothing could stop him.

He released her full, matronly ass and reached up to grapple with the clasp of her bra. He had it free in a moment, even though there were more hooks than he was used to, as if the bra wanted to be off. His mother stepped back a bit, allowing him to pull the garment off of her and toss it to the floor. 

Christina's big, beautiful, motherly breasts were bared to her son's hot gaze. Milky white, round and soft, with large coral pink nipples, they filled his hands and spilled out over his palms. They were heavy and gorgeous and begging to be kissed. Eric leaned over and pressed his lips against her throat. Slowly, he half-kissed, half-licked his way down the slope of her pendulous right tit, until he reached the hard nubbin at its center. He closed his lips around it and sucked, lightly at first, then with growing insistence. Christina hissed, threaded her fingers in Eric's hair, and pushed her tit into his face. 

Eric palmed her other breast, kneading the sensitive flesh with his fingers and hand. He tweaked her nipple between forefinger and thumb, and used them to mimic the actions of his mouth. 

Christina reached between them to grasp his rampant cock with one hand, slowly, delicately jacking his prick. Precum squirted from the tip, coating her palm and wrist. 

Eric switched tits, licking and kissing and suckling from her left teat, while his hands slid across his mother's impeccable body and cupped the full cheeks of her ass once more. His fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, and began insistently tugging them downward. They caught a little bit on the curve of her full ass, but Christina paused in her own ministrations to assist him. Eric distinctly heard a wet sucking sound as the front panel was peeled away from her pussy. 

Christina bent at the waist, slithering her panties down her long legs, tugging them free over her heels. Eric dropped to one knee to watch the process, admiring how physics affected her pneumatic form. But his eyes quickly locked on the holiest of holys, the center of her being, the cleft at the juncture between her creamy thighs. 

His mother's pussy was neatly trimmed, with just a patch of vibrantly red hair on the pubis. The lips were coral pink like her nipples, distended and glistening with moisture, a golden, intoxicating dew that spread across her thighs and crotch.

Impulsively, as he'd never done it before, he leaned in and kissed her pussy. She groaned, suddenly gripping his head. Her juices stained his lips, sweet and salty at the same time. 

Eric looked up at his mother from between her thighs. She looked down at him, head framed by her mountainous breasts. Her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with lust. Eric had never seen a woman as turned on as his mother appeared to be. Every stupid fumbling sexual encounter in his past paled in comparison to this moment – like a candle standing against a supernova. 

"Are you going to eat Mommy?" Christina whispered. 

Eric swallowed. "I don't... um... I've never..."

Christina smiled a motherly smile. "Don't worry, baby. C'mere, I'll teach you." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. She sauntered over to the sofa and sat down, breasts jiggling happily. She casually spread her legs and leaned back, with her ass on the edge of the cushion and her pussy thrust out at Eric. 

"Kneel down," she said softly, huskily. "Just like that." Her fingers teased her pink folds, parting them for him. "Now, sweetie-bear, you're an excellent kisser with a very flexible tongue, so you're already more than halfway there. What you want to do, is basically plant your mouth here, and French kiss my pussy." Her fingers slid her pussy open even wider, then glided upwards to their apex, where a little pink button winked at Eric. "But pay special attention to this.

"In fact, lean forward, just extend your tongue, and give my clit a few little licks."

Eric did as requested. He put his strong hands on her thighs, bent forward, and stuck out his tongue to flick her clit. The muscles in her thighs bunched and jumped and Christina howled. She grabbed his head and threaded her fingers through his hair once more, pushing him downward. "Jesus, baby, that was perfect. Now kiss me."

Eric pressed his lips against hers, tasted her juices, and slithered his tongue out into her depths. It wouldn't go nearly as far as his cock, or even a finger, but it was pretty flexible, and he made it dance for her. Her scent made him giddy, and her taste was like ambrosia on his tongue. Her juices flowed into his mouth, coated his lips, slid down his chin. He loved how she tasted, and how she reacted to everything he did. Christina moaned and groaned and hissed as Eric went to work. She gripped his head tightly and pushed him down into her pussy, even as her hips hitched forward.

"Such a good boy," she urged, "treating his Mommy so well."

His lips captured her clit and he sucked lightly, as if it were a nipple, and suddenly she was screaming, convulsing around him, her fingers tightening on his head like vises. "Oh God, oh God, oh God... Errrriccccc!" she howled. 

Her thighs came together, trapping his head between them. He released her clit, and lashed at her again with his tongue, lapping up the juices streaming from her spasming pussy. She shook and shuddered for long moments, mewling and crying, making soft sounds that were muffled by her thighs. Slowly she came back to herself. The grip of her hands and thighs lessened. Eric raised his head and looked into his mother's eyes. They were wild and wanton and smiling. Her hair, disheveled, sticking to her forehead with sweat, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed – she looked so fucking sexy. 

His mother. Sexy, wanton, wanting. Eric wouldn't have believed it if someone else told it to him, but here he was, kneeling between her thighs, his lips and chin stained by her juices, her taste on his tongue. 

She grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet, still gasping. She brought his lips down to hers and she kissed him fierce and hard, apparently unmindful of the golden liquid covering his face. When the broke away, she looked at him seriously and said, "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

Her eyes dropped down to the tower of flesh jutting from his groin, pointing at her, casting its long shadow across her smooth belly. "So far," she added, licking her lips. 

"Are you ready, sweetie-bear?" she asked. She kissed him lightly on the lips again. "Are you ready to mount your own mother, and drive that big, beautiful cock of yours into her wet and hungry pussy?"

"Jesus Christ, Mom," Eric coughed out. As hot as the situation was, her language had his blood boiling. He unconsciously hitched his hips, thrusting his cock towards her. It wagged in the air, sending a scalding spray of precum to drip across her belly. 

Eric hunkered down, eager, his mind clouded with lust, focused on one thing and one thing only. But the sofa was too tall for him to kneel and too short for him to stand, so it took a few agonizing moments for them to coordinate their movements. Eventually Christina just laid across the cushions and pulled Eric down on top of her. He growled as her legs parted and his cock nudged against the patch of fur atop her pubis. 

Christina reached down between them and took him in hand. She pointed his weapon at her weeping gates and slowly, sensuously, teasingly allowed the mushroom head to swipe across her pussy lips. Eric tried to thrust, but she let him glide his length effortlessly across her, lubricating his cock with her fluids, but not allowing him to dive in just yet. 

"Have you ever done this before?" Christina asked huskily. 

Eric shook his head. 

Christina gave a sexy shiver at his movement. "Oh, baby, I hoped, but I wasn't sure. I really want to be your first. I'm so happy." She rubbed his cockhead against her pussylips again. "Now, I'm going to line you up, and when I do, I want you to drive in as hard and fast as you can, over and over. Can you do that for Mommy?"




Ever Notice? Ch. 05



Eric growled again in affirmation. Christina brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I love you," she said, and let go of his cock. 

Eric found his voice. "Love you," he grunted, as his raging dick sank into his mother's heated depths. His prick scythed through her folds, driving down and forward, and she opened up for him. Both of them cried out as his balls slapped against her ass. In one thrust he had driven himself all the way into his mother. He felt something smooshing against the head of his cock, almost flattening it, and instinctively he knew he was deep indeed. 

Christina gripped her son's arms. Her thighs came up to wrap around his waist, her heels tightening against his rock-hard ass. 

The two of them clung together for long moments, staring deeply into one another's eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Eric reveled in the heat and moisture of his mother's most intimate space, how her inner muscles caressed and tightened around him. Christina felt full, packed tight with cock, one of the biggest and most perfect she had ever taken, and the fact that it was her own son inside her gave her a special, illicit thrill. She knew that Alice had been right. There is no feeling like having your own child between your thighs, driving himself deep inside you. 

Eric broke the spell, unable to contain himself any longer. He began withdrawing and thrusting into his mother, again and again. Short strokes at first, then longer as he found his footing on the sofa. He withdrew until only the thick mushroom head of his cock remained tightly held by his mother's pussy lips, then drove forward savagely into her. Christina mewed and moaned with every jab, lifting her hips to meet her son's wild, powerful thrusts. 

The broad head of his cock dragged across her g-spot each time he slammed into her, and her first orgasm was not long in coming. Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly, her head thrown back, short red hair matted with sweat, mouth open, voice howling in pleasure and release as her son plundered her pussy with his massive organ. 

Eric grunted each time he hammered home, especially as his cockhead flattened against her inner walls. He hunched over his mother, hooking one of her knees over his shoulder so he could get better access, and slammed again and again into her. His crotch was soaked with her fluids, his pubic hair matted with his mother's dew, while her enflamed lips glistened with their combined juices. 

The sofa wasn't the most comfortable place for his first fuck, but it was long and broad enough to work. Their limbs tangled together, and once or twice they had to pause and reposition, but Eric's turgid dick never completely left its home inside his mother's steaming gash. 

Her second orgasm crested only a few minutes after the first, and she thrashed beneath him again, a little more weakly this time. Her eyes seemed to deepen to a darker blue, and she looked at him with a lust glazed, half-lidded expression. "You're fucking Mommy, sweetie-bear," she said triumphantly, "and you're making her cum over and over."

Eric grunted in affirmation. Having jetted a load down her throat only a little while ago, he knew he could hold off for a little while. He just wanted to enjoy this moment, the feelings, the tastes, the smells, the sounds of passion. Her soft, feminine, matronly body beneath him, yielding but firm. Her hips rising to meet him. Her huge, delicious breasts shaking every time he bottomed out within her. Her tongue, lolling in her full-lipped, sensuous mouth. The heat around his dick, the way it sliced through her moist folds easily, hungrily, the way she welcomed his intrusion over and over again. How her inner muscles squeezed and kneaded him expertly, urging him along. 

His mother roared in ecstasy once more, throwing one leg out and bouncing her bare foot upon the floor. "Jesus God, my son," she moaned. "Can't believe how many... so good... so big and hard for Mommy, making Mommy feel so special and loved... holy fuck... touching places no one else has ever touched... you were here before, baby, inside Mommy..." she trailed off, eyes rolling back, as another tremendous orgasm thundered through her lush frame. She babbled incoherently for several seconds. 

Christina grabbed Eric by the cheeks and dragged his lips to hers, kissing him brutally on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrestled with his while his cock hammered into her over and over. 

He felt his own climax approaching and wanted to get her off at least once more. Somehow he found his voice, though it sounded raw and ragged even to his own ears.

"Mom," he gasped, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm fucking you. This is so... so... awesome." He trailed off, knowing the words were lame, unable to convey the emotion that swelled in his chest, the love and lust he had for his beautiful mother. How could mere words express that? But she smiled and thanked him with a light kiss on the lips. 

She shivered beneath him. "Oh sweetie-bear, you've been so good to Mommy, making her cum so many times. I can feel another one building, baby. I want you to come with me this time. Can you do that for Mommy?"

Eric nodded. Then a sudden thought. "Mom, what about protection?"

She smiled, which pulled into a kind of lustful grimace as a shiver ran through her. "Let me worry about that. I want to feel you inside me. I want you cumming inside me. I want you to pump me full of your cum. I want -"

But she was cut off as Eric suddenly erupted. He hammered home, deep as he could go, and his cock actually seemed to swell inside her, expanding further. Her pussy constricted around him. He felt those wonderful stirrings at the base of his cock as his balls bounced against her ass, and then the cum was rocketing up his thick tube. His cock shuddered and shook and throbbed and bucked deep inside her, and a torrent of pearly white jism flooded his mother's womb. He came and came, thick streamers of seed spiraling from his angry cockhead, painting her insides white. So much pumped out of him that it coated her pussy lips and began to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs and his cock, even as he continued to fire off inside her.

Christina was triggered by her son's eruption, the big one going off within her as soon as she felt her insides splattered with his hot, delicious semen. Her toes curled. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. Her head fell back, her mouth open, a wordless cry of passion ululating from her full red lips. She felt a boundless energy exploding through her body, radiating out from her abused pussy, washing through her abdomen, her limbs and extremities. She twitched and shuddered as if dancing on a live wire, as one of the biggest orgasms of her life claimed her. 

At last, spent, mother and son collapsed together on the sofa. Eric was still deeply imbedded in his mother, his cock still semi-hard, but aching. His balls felt empty. He took deep, shuddering breaths. Christina lay limp beneath him, almost senseless. 

Slowly they came back to themselves. Christina opened her eyes. Eric was looking at her, an unreadable expression on his face. 

"Hi," she said. 

He swallowed. "Hi." He seemed bashful suddenly, despite what they'd just done, and the fact that his still twitching cock lay within her. 

"That was... that was something else, sweetie-bear," Christina said. 

"Yeah," Eric agreed. 

She smiled. "That was your first time, so you've got nothing to compare it to, but let me tell you, that kind of connection doesn't happen very often. No one has ever made me feel like that before, Eric. No one."

He blushed suddenly, looking away, but she caught his chin in her fingers and turned him back to look at her. "No one," she repeated. 

"Um, thanks," Eric said. 

"I should be thanking you," Christina said. "I'm trying to thank you. You make me feel so beautiful, wanted, desired. I want you to know how much that means to me. I want you to know how much I've missed you, these last few months. And I hope you don't hate me for the unconventional way I've tried to express all that."

Eric shook his head. "I could never hate you, Mom. I've missed you too. It's tough getting used to the way things are." He blushed again. "I like spending time with you. And I like... I like doing this stuff with you."

Christina opened her eyes wide as she felt Eric's softening cock begin to lengthen and harden within her. "I can see that," she said. "That makes me so happy, baby." She embraced him, showering his face with kisses like she did when he was little. Eric laughed, just like he used to, and kissed her back on the lips. His tongue dipped inside her mouth, which was different, but not unwelcome, and his mother kissed him back. 

Slowly at first but with growing urgency, Eric began to thrust his hips again. His hardening cock grew harder with each thrust, until he was an iron bar once more. Christina moaned into his mouth as he sloshed around in her soaking, cum-filled pussy. 

She pushed him away gently. "Let's try something else," she suggested. Eric shrugged and agreed. She maneuvered him easily, getting him to sit on the center cushion of the sofa. She felt his sperm dripping out of her ravaged pussy as she stood up and straddled him, but since Eric didn't seem to mind, she didn't care either. The sofa would be stained, but she would either get a new one, or keep this one as a memento. She would decide later. Now, she needed to fuck her son. 

Christina spread her weeping pussy lips and straddled her son. More semen dripped from her hole. A long string dribbled out straight down, anointing Eric's towering cock. He made a face, but it disappeared as Christina sank downwards and engulfed him. Now it was Christina's turn to fuck Eric. She controlled the pace, and she rode him expertly, shifting and adjusting herself on his pole to allow his rampant monster to tease all of her most sensitive places. Her pussy made sucking squelching noises as she rode him. 

It was slower this time, more leisurely, neither of them particularly desperate to get off after their first encounter. Still, Christina managed to get a few small orgasms off before she coaxed another load of creamy delight from her son. His cannon fired his potent sperm with all the same force as his previous explosion, dousing her insides in another torrent of thick, viscous fluid. 

Finally she stood up on shaky legs. Both of them were covered in sweat and other fluids. Two thick loads of sperm dripped down Christina's thighs. While Eric watched, breathing heavily, still recovering, Christina dipped a finger and traced it along her left thigh, gathering a long stream of cum. She brought it to her lips, and let her finger sink between them to the second knuckle, sucking the delicious cum into her mouth noisily. 

Eric's flagging cock began to regain strength. 

Christina laughed, delighted. It was just like Alice said. Better, even. "C'mon," she said. "Let's go take a shower, get cleaned up, and then Mommy will see what she can do about getting that gorgeous cock of yours to stay down."

"I don't think it ever will go down, not if you keep acting like that, Mom," Eric said. He surprised her by leaning over, scooping up a trail of his own cum with on of his fingers and then feeding it to her himself. As she sucked greedily on his digit, she reached out to grasp his slick, sticky dick and felt it getting harder and harder in her palm. 

"Mmmm," she cooed around his digit. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to the shower."

Eric grinned. "I never said I wanted a shower."

"Naughty boy," she said. She gave his erection a playful slap that sent it bobbing between his legs. She slid out of his arms. He watched her retreat, admiring her beautiful, curvy body. 

Eric suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Christina. She shrieked, surprised, but still managed to twist away before he could grab her. Laughing, she sped out of the living room and up the stairs, breasts bouncing and ass flexing. Eric followed close behind, letting her keep her lead. He could easily have caught her, wrapped in her arms, and taken her, but he liked watching her move. He loved hearing her laugh. His mother hadn't laughed like that in a long, long time. If ever. It made his heart heavy somehow to hear it. But he smiled widely all the same.

*

Tom left Xybochem, shooed away by his mother, and stopped at a roadside café for a quick hamburger and shake. He biked his way back to the neighborhood, taking his time because most of the way was uphill. That made the trip to his mom's office quicker, but the return was longer. He really wished she would just buy him a car – or let him get a job, so he could earn enough to buy one himself. 

Most of the time he enjoyed being a kept man. He got all the video games, blu-rays, and other toys he could ever want, could lounge around, go anywhere or do anything he wanted, so long as he was available to slip his dick into his mother whenever she needed it. And she was always ready when he felt the urge, too, which was often. It was a pretty neat arrangement, all things considered. 

He tooled around on his bike for an hour or so, going up and down hills, exploring the neighborhood. It was a beautiful spring day, he was eighteen years old and getting his balls drained five times a day, and he didn't have a care in the world. He was the luckiest man alive, in his estimation. 

On his first loop by the Henderson place, he stopped and rang the bell, but either Eric was asleep, in hiding, or out, because no one answered the door. Tom puttered around on his bike for another mile or two, getting a decent workout, and when he looped back towards home, he saw Christina Henderson's car pulling into the driveway. 

He slowed and angled his bike towards the house. He was surprised a little to see both Eric and Christina get out of the car, and even more surprised to see them clinging to one another. Eric had his hands all over his mother, and she him. Tom braked completely. He found himself equal parts fascinated, jealous, and turned on. While he'd been fucking his own mother for months, it was still weird to know about and see another incestuous relationship. 

Despite himself, Tom felt his dick getting hard. 

Christina and Eric tumbled into the house and slammed the front door. Tom sat on the top of the hill for a little while, waging an inner debate. Finally he rolled his eyes to the sky and glided soundlessly down the hill. He shoved his bicycle behind some bushes on the Henderson's front lawn and as stealthily as he could, circled the house, hoping to get a glimpse of something. 

He caught sight of Christina's naked back in a window, and beyond her, Eric. For a moment, Tom froze in sudden fear, because it looked like Eric was staring right through the window at Tom. But of course he wasn't – he only had eyes for his mother. Tom crouched down and eased his way towards the window to the living room. 

Tom watched their first coupling, admiring the lush curves and pale skin and flushed pink bits on Christina's amazing body, and the masterful way she manipulated and controlled Eric. He particularly enjoyed watching her body shiver and shake as Eric ate her out. Then watching them fuck – it was amazing. Tom had often wondered what someone else would think if they saw him fucking his own mother, and now he had at least a partial answer. Because he was horny as fuck. His dick strained against his shorts, and he knew without looking that the precum dripping from his cock had soaked through his underwear and his shorts, making a wet spot on the front of them. He couldn't help reaching down and giving himself a few strokes through his shorts, but didn't risk pulling his dick out and jerking off. The temptation was great, however. 

When Eric and Christina shifted positions, Tom realized how vulnerable he really was, standing out in the open by the side of the house. He was lucky that no one had driven by yet, and doubly lucky that the impassioned mother and son inside the house hadn't sensed their watcher. 

Guilty, horny, shuffling awkwardly with a massive hard-on, Tom duck-walked his way around the house, grabbed his bike, and walked it back to his home. His mind was awhirl. Tom now understood what had gotten his mother so hot and bothered that she had to drag him down to her office for a quickie. He'd never really thought about how much incestuous couplings aroused him, even though he'd been part of one for so long, but seeing Eric fuck the living daylights out of Christina had been one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed. 

He also really, really, really wanted to fuck Christina now. He wanted to before, but now, it was like a physical need. Maybe when Eric went back to East Bumfuck or wherever he lived; Tom's mother had hinted that he might get his chance with Christina. 

Tom was practically drooling at the thought as he let himself into the house. In a sort of fugue he stripped off all his clothes and made his way upstairs to the master bedroom. He took a long shower, barely touching his seemingly perpetual hard-on so as to avoid setting it off. When he was clean and dry he walked into his mother's bedroom and climbed into her huge bed and sprawled himself across it. The clock on the nightstand informed him it would be hours yet before his mother came home. He drifted off thinking of Christina. And his mother. 

Tom awoke to heat and wetness, sucking insistently but gently upon his hardness. He opened his eyes, looked down the length of his body, and saw his mother lovingly worshipping his cock. 

Her suit jacket, blouse, skirt, and lingerie were scattered across the floor, between doorway and bed. She lay crosswise across the bed, with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, levering it away from his abdomen and into the sweet prison of her luscious mouth. Her full lips wrapped around his trunk as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth with each thrust. Her eyes were closed, hair tucked behind on ear, concentrating on her task. 

He gave his cock a little flex, letting it jump a little in her mouth, and her eyes opened. They smiled at him, and she slurped her way back up his cock, letting it fall from her lips. A string of clear liquid, saliva or precum, connected his cockhead to her lips for just a moment. "Did you enjoy your nap? You're not mad that Mommy woke you up, are you?"

Tom was in no mood for games. "I saw them, Mom."

Alice's sexy smile faltered a little, confusion twisting her brow. "Saw who?"

"Eric. And Mrs. Henderson. Christina. They were fucking. Fucking like, like, nothing I'd ever seen." 

"You saw them?" Alice said in disbelief. She shuddered in sudden arousal, causing her big tits to bounce on her chest. Her nipples were already swollen, hard, begging to be touched. Tom watched her scissor her athletic thighs together and knew that the thought of her neighbors getting together was making his mother wet. Very wet. 

"What happened?" Alice demanded. 

Tom flexed his cock in her fist. A jet of precum sprayed out, dripping down his length to touch her fingers. "Keep sucking me, and I'll tell you."

Immediately Alice descended, swallowing him whole. Her cheeks hollowed as she sank deeper, sucking and slurping and licking away at his raging dick. Tom quickly explained what had happened, how he stumbled across Eric and Christina coming home and spied on them. She moaned around his cock a few times, dipped a finger between her legs to play with herself, and let him hit the back of her throat as he described the furious pounding that Eric gave his mother. It was at this point that Tom finally let go, and the orgasm that had been squirming in his balls for hours exploded out of him, a tidal wave of potent teenage sperm that threatened to drown his mother. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 05



The first thick spurts, one after the other, jetted straight down her throat. But she quickly swept up his shuddering, bucking length to let him cum in her mouth. Forced to swallow, she worked his cock with her hand, urging him along. He filled up her mouth a second and a third time, and finally she was forced to release him, coughing up wads of sperm, letting it drip from her lips and fall onto his legs. His cock still fired away, painting several lines across her beautiful face before she aimed him at her huge tits. The last few streamers sprayed into her voluminous cleavage as she twisted, wrapping his cock between her breasts. 

Finally the both of them lay gasping, the boy sweating and overcome, the mother coated in pearly white cum, eyes glazed with lust and passion. 

"And then," Tom finished, "I got out of there before one of them noticed me. I stayed too long as it was. I came home horny as fuck and you weren't here, so I guess I fell asleep."

"Jesus, baby," Alice said, scooping up trails of sticky jism with her fingers and feeding them to herself. "I can hardly believe it. I'm so happy for Christina. She's wanted this so long. She's tried so hard to tempt Eric, too. I've been rooting for her."

"I bet," said Tom. "You just want another mother to compare notes with."

Alice smiled at her son, and it was one of her mysterious smiles. Like she knew more than she was letting on. "What?" Tom asked. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, Tommy, my boy, you have a lot to learn. In the meantime, though, I can see that you're still as hard as a rock, and Mommy's pussy is very, very itchy. I need my baby boy deep inside me." She scooped up another wad of cum from her breast and licked it off her finger. "I want to feel another one of those geysers of yours pumping into me. Can you do that for Mommy?"

With a growl, Tom twisted on the bed and threw himself at his mother. She groaned with lust as he kissed her cummy lips, and moved her body where he wanted her to go, spreading across the bed. Her legs parted, and his huge cock sawed between them, his cock head grazing her pussy lips. She reached down to grip him and guide him, pointing his thick mushroom head at her weeping gash. He jabbed forward, and the first few inches sank home. He hitched back and thrust again, controlling himself, only letting a little bit more of his length into her with each thrust. 

Alice moaned in frustration, grabbed his ass, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. Tom grunted as he sank balls deep into his mother's pussy, while Alice released a crooning cry of jubilation. Then they two began fucking in earnest. Tom's hips moved like pistons, slamming his cock into his mother again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. He drove her across the bed, until they reached the edge, and were forced to decouple and reposition. 

Alice was able to brace herself against the headboard, but even so her son's furious pounding pushed her into the pillows. She lost track of things then as a glorious orgasm blossomed deep within her belly and roiled outward through her entire body. 

"My son," she thought, as she though every time this happened, "my son is fucking me! And he's fucking me better than anyone else ever has! My boy!" But this time she added a new thought: "I bet Christina is fucking her son right now too," and just that thought, helped along by the thick dick plundering her pussy, set her off on another galloping extended orgasm that left her limbs weak and her lungs aching. 

But her tireless son, having just gotten off in her mouth, was nowhere close to finishing off yet. He let Alice rest for a few moments, then repositioned her beneath him, turning her slightly on her side, extending her athletic left leg up across his chest, tucking her other leg beneath her, and began to fuck her sidesaddle. Sweat poured off his muscular chest and arms, and his groin was awash in a mixture of his precum and her fluids. 

Alice's tits bounced with each savage thrust, and she gritted her teeth as another orgasm surged through her. She felt her son kissing her calf, her heel, and sucking on her big toe, while he hammered away at her weeping pussy. She was just a flood of moisture at this point, and must have felt loose indeed to her son, but he never slowed. His eyes burned with fierce, consuming passion, and for a moment Alice wondered who he was fucking – her or Christina – but only for a moment. Because a fourth orgasm stole her breath and thoughts away, and even as the aftershocks were still rumbling through her system, Tom manhandled her again. 

He pulled out, turned her on all fours, pushed her head into the pillow and raised her plush ass up, and then drilled forward into her pussy. The different angle allowed his cock to hit different parts of her interior, while the position allowed him to go just a little bit deeper. The pillow beneath Alice turned wet with tears and saliva as she moaned open mouthed while her son brutally fucked her, just the way she liked it. 

He planted both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded her firm backside while he sawed in and out of her. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, "you have the best ass I have ever seen."

Question answered, she realized. Her mouth shut, her eyes opened, and she slammed her hips back against him. Her tired pussy muscles tightened around his rampaging member, and she began to fuck back at her son with sudden passion and fury. 

Tom gripped the globes of her ass so tight, she thought he might leave bruises, and lurched forward, driving himself deeper. She felt his cock swell even larger within her, and then his cannon went off, shuddering and bucking and throbbing, sending an endless supply of virile sperm into her depths. She teetered on the edge for a half-second, and then as the volley continued inside her, ropes of creamy cum inundating her womb, Alice's fifth orgasm took her. She might have screamed her son's name, or tried to, she couldn't remember. All she knew was that her every nerve ending was one fire, and it felt like her pussy was a raging inferno, sending sparks and flames through her body in wave after wave. 

When Tom collapsed against her back, gasping, and he slowly withdrew, allowing her body to relax, Alice felt consciousness drift away. 

*

In the shower, Eric expected more love play, but his mother insisted on cleaning one another first. The master bath had a full shower, large enough for three or four people, which gave them plenty of room to maneuver without jabbing elbows or knees or other body parts getting in the way. 

Christina stepped under the water first, letting it sluice down her pneumatic form, then tugged Eric underneath to soak him too. She took her loofa and soap and began to gently wash her son. When Eric tried to assist she batted at his hands and smiled at him. "Let me do this, sweetie. And then you can do me." She laughed. "I mean, you can wash me. And then do me." 

They both laughed and Eric impulsively kissed her. She kissed back, then pushed him away, flicked his nose, and scrubbed him down. Eric stood and let her work, admiring her beauty, her shape, her scent. His cock grew long and hard very quickly under her ministrations, and she allowed herself to nudge it with an elbow, let it bump against her belly, and so on, while she washed him. 

Eric couldn't repress a groan when she went to her knees. With a smirk, she washed his legs, then returned to his cock and balls and anointed them with soap and water. She set the loofa aside and began to wash him down with her hands. She cupped his balls and rolled them a little in her palm, while another hand swept up and down his length. Eric groaned again. She wasn't washing him now, but obviously jacking him off. She did it expertly, thumb and forefinger lightly encircling him, the heel of her hand scraping the sensitive underside. The soap was wiped away in moments, and soon the only lubrication was Eric's own precum. 

"Mom," Eric managed to say, "I thought we were getting clean."

"Mmmm, we are," Christina cooed. "I just wanted to get a little dirtier first. You have such a beautiful, proud, gorgeous cock, Eric. I want to see it cum. I want to see you fire off one of those tremendous loads of yours, and I want you to cover me with your seed. Can you do that for Mommy?"

"Fuck, Mom, what you're doing to me," Eric muttered. He braced himself against the wall and glass of the shower and thrust his hips a little, driving his cock through his mother's fingers. 

She tickled him just beneath the glans with her thumb and licked her lips. "Are you getting close, baby? Have you got a treat for Mommy?"

Eric felt the familiar tingle at the base of his cock. His balls bounced between his legs, and he thrust forward, shearing through his mother's fingers. His angry cockhead swelled and he felt the semen travel up through the tube and explode outward in one long trailing jet. The first rope hit Christina on the chin and sprayed across her lips, nose, cheek, and forehead, finally settling in her red hair. She aimed the shuddering cock as it spat its load. Cum splattered across her collarbone, the top of her breasts, her cleavage, each pendulous globe and nipple. Eric groaned and grunted as his semen continued to spray, coating his mother in a thick layer of shining white jism that slid and pooled around on her creamy flesh. 

Christina cooed and laughed in joy and lust as her son continued to rain down cum upon her, a volley of thick, viscous ropes, each one as juicy as the last. Finally, as his flood subsided, Christina leaned forward and took his cockhead between her lips, letting the last few drops spill upon her tongue. 

Eric stepped backward as his mother stood up on shaky legs. Her entire upper body was coated in his cum, like frosting on a cake. It slid off her curves, dripping onto the shower floor. Christina cupped her breasts and rubbed the semen into her skin, tweaking her own nipples. 

She licked cum off her lips. "How many times have you shot off today? And you can still generate that much?" She laughed with lustful joy. "Whatever it is you've been eating, I'm going to stock the pantry with it and make sure you have it every day." She shook her head in disbelief. "Your cum tastes so good." Putting words to action, she brought her cum smeared hands to her mouth and sucked jizz off each finger. "Mmmm... it could be an ice cream flavor."

Eric's cock, at half mast following his eruption, slowly began to harden once more. Christina's eyes widened. "You never stop, do you, sweetie-bear?"

"I don't know what it is, Mom," Eric said hesitantly. "I've never been this horny before, I guess. I can't stop thinking about fucking you. I just want to do it over and over and over again."

Christina smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." She stepped under the shower and let the streaming, steaming water begin to wash away the sheets of cum coating her body. She turned, showing off her delectable ass, and scrubbed with her hands. "Grab the loofa, would you dear, and the soap?"

Eric obliged and began to wash his mother down. He started with her shoulders and back, covering them with a layer of suds before sinking his fingers into her muscles to massage them. His mother moaned in appreciation and leaned into him. "You always did have magic fingers."

Eric smiled. He used to give his mother backrubs when he was little. But never like this. He moved lower, alternating washing and kneading her muscles. There were knots in her back that he rubbed away, though her body was slick with soap and water. He moved lower, grabbing her delectable ass with both hands and giving her cheeks a good squeeze. His mother squealed and turned around, slipping a little on the surface of the shower floor. 

"Magic fingers and grabby hands," she admonished. Eric laughed. He had released her ass, but now reached out to cup her huge breasts. Her hard nipples pressed into his palm. 

"You have gorgeous breasts, Mom," Eric said. He loved the weight and heft of them in his hands. Her skin was so smooth to the touch, and the way his fingers slid over the curve of her breast excited him so much. He squeezed the loofa over his mother's cleavage, and soapy water poured out over her rack. Eric grinned and ran his hands over her tits, washing them while feeling her up at the same time. 

Christina watched him, a bemused look on her face. "You always were fascinated with these," she said. "Even as a baby, you could never get enough of them."

"I can't get enough of them now," Eric said. He flicked a nipple with his thumb, eliciting a little gasp from Christina. Eric wiped soapy water away from the hard pink nubbin and bent over, capturing it between his lips. He suckled, tasting her, teasing her with teeth and tongue and lips. 

"Oooh. . . naughty boy," Christina said. "You're supposed to be washing me." 

Eric released her nipple. "Like you washed me, Mom?"

She nodded, cheeks flushed. Eric grinned and went lower. 

He washed her smooth belly, her creamy thighs and strong calves. He rubbed the loofa across her neatly trimmed bush and lightly rubbed her pussy lips. They were pink and swollen, and gleamed wetly before the loofa touched them. Eric tossed the loofa aside and put his hand against her mound. He felt her heat against his palm. He spread her lips with two fingers and began to caress her folds. Christina planted a hand on his shoulder and spread her legs slightly. 

He teased and caressed, and massaged the small nubbin at the apex of her gash. Christina mewed and rolled her hips in little circles. Eric stood up, cupping her, and slipped a finger into her pussy. He curled it up into her, hunting, seeking, probing. He found a small patch of ridged flesh and manipulated it with his fingertip. Christina pressed her tits against his chest, almost flattening them, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her hips moved faster now, as did his hand. Her breath came in little gasps, and she started making little cooing noises when his thumb found her clit and began to roll over it again and again. 

Christina gripped his forearm, locking him in place. As if he was going anywhere. Her hips circled again, and then she was coming. A flood of fluid coated his hand, and he felt her teeth sinking into his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. 

Eric held his mother for long moments as her gorgeous body shivered and shook. Even when she quieted, and folded into him, kissing his shoulder where she bit him, he held her. He could feel her heart thundering in her chest, and knew his was an echo. She kissed up from his shoulder, across his collarbone and throat and chin and his lips. 

"That was good," she said needlessly. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you ready for more? Are you ready to fuck Mommy again?"

Eric kissed her. "Always."

She smiled one of those dazzling smiles of hers. "Let's go to bed." 

Eric followed his mother into her bedroom. He watched, bemused, as she slipped on a short robe. She went around, pulling drapes and lighting candles, while Eric climbed up onto her enormous king-sized bed with its plush comforter and multiple pillows. 

He lay back against the headboard and spread his arms, admiring the way her robe parted, showing cleavage, how her tits swung happily beneath the thin material, and how the hem rose up to show off the globes of her ass and a glimpse of her pussy. Eric didn't know why this was hotter than just admiring her nude form, and he didn't want to analyze it. He just enjoyed it. 

When the room was sufficiently lit, Christina shrugged out of the little robe. It slid off her curves and pooled at her feet. With a sultry smile, she climbed up onto the bed on all fours and approached her son. 

Christina nudged his ankles and he parted his legs. She slid between them, and then knelt in front of his crotch. She placed her hands on his hips and leaned forward. Her big tits swung on her chest. Eric couldn't resist reaching out to cup them. 

"Your... breasts are so beautiful, Mom," Eric said. 

She laughed, delighted. "Thank you, baby." Her slim fingers encircled his rampant erection. "But you can call them 'tits' if you want."

It was Eric's turn to laugh. "I guess so," he admitted. "It's just a little weird to use that kind of language in front of your mother."

Christina began to slowly slide her hands up and down Eric's huge cock. "Sweetie-bear, you've had your cock inside me, you've busted your nut down my throat, in my pussy, and across my tits, and you've brought me off so many times I've lost count. We crossed naughty language off the list of taboos a long, long time ago."

Eric actually blushed. He felt the heat on his cheeks, but before he could get more embarrassed, his mother leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "You're adorable," she said. She spread her legs, straddling his hips, and aimed his cock at her pussy. 

The mushroom head of his cock nudged up against her moist, engorged pussy lips. She moved his dick backward and forward, dragging the cockhead through her cleft, anointing it with her juices. His own precum mixed with her fluids as he began to drip copiously himself. 

"So hard for Mommy," Christina cooed. "Are Mommy's big tits making you hard? Or is it Mommy's wet pussy? Do you want to fuck me, son? Do you want to slide your hard prick into Mommy's dripping pussy and make me come over and over again?"

Eric groaned. "Yes, Mom, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you." His hands found her hips, and would have tugged her downward, spearing her on his lance, but she held firm. She continued to tease him, dragging his aching cockhead through her wet furrow. 

Christina moaned. Her hips swayed, making little circles. It felt like her pussy lips were nipping at his cock. "Oh, sweetie-bear, I want that too. I want to feel my son's big hard penis thrusting into me, and I want to feel it swell and thicken inside me, and I want to – ooohhhh!"

Enough teasing. With a growl, Eric tugged harder. His mother's pussy opened up for him and he drive into her. Gravity and Eric's hips did the work, burying his raging cock balls deep in his mother. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, squeezing hard as Eric pierced the very core of her existence. Her cry of shock turned into a shriek of pleasure as she suddenly orgasmed. 

Eric held tight to his mother's hips and began to thrust upward into her. Her heavy tits swung wildly with each jab, until Eric curled up into them and buried his head in her cleavage. He inhaled sharply the delectable scent of his mother, and finally felt her begin to fuck back at him. She rose up on his length and drove downward, engulfing him. Her pussy nipped at him, her folds tightened around his swollen length, her fluids soaking into his aching hardness, dripping out onto his crotch and balls. 

Eric shifted his grip, grabbing his mother's plush, full ass. He kneaded the pale flesh, delighting in how it gave against his hands and pushed back against his palms. His cock slammed into her over and over again, feeling his cockhead bumping against something deep inside her. Christina mewled and cooed, reduced to making nonsense sounds as her son fucked into her repeatedly. 

Eric trapped a pink nipple between his lips and suckled, a little harder than he intended, but Christina didn't seem to mind. Her hips moved faster the harder he sucked. He felt her pussy tightened around his rod once more, and her body shook above him. She moaned incoherently, although he thought he heard his name mentioned at least once. 

She slumped against him briefly, kissing the top of his head. She pulled away, kissed his forehead, his nose, his eyes, his lips. "That was a big one," she gasped. She moved her hips. "I've had a lot of big ones today."




Ever Notice? Ch. 06



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER SIX

Eric and Christina cuddled for a while, getting their breath back. But eventually someone's stomach rumbled, and they extricated themselves from the tangle of sheets, threw on some modicum of clothing, and went down to the kitchen. Christina reheated some of the steak from the other night for Eric, and made some buttered pasta and a quickly tossed salad. 

When Eric offered to split the steak with his mother, Christina giggled. "I've had enough protein today, thank you." Her hand dropped to his thigh and caressed him. "And I might have a snack or two before bed."

Eric blushed and shoveled food into his mouth. 

When Christina piled the dishes into the sink, Eric came up behind her and cupped her breasts under her thin t-shirt, the only article of clothing she wore. Christina arched her back, shoving her ass into his hardening dick and her tits into his palms. Her head nestled into his shoulder and she turned to kiss his chin and cheek. 

Eric kissed her back, his hands roaming down her smooth stomach to grip the hem of the shirt which rode low on her hips. He started peeling it up her body, and in a moment, his mother was once more naked in his arms. She giggled throatily as he pulled her down onto the kitchen floor. She pulled his boxers off, freeing his enormous hard-on. 

They didn't speak. Just grunted and cooed, gasped and sighed, as Eric's thick fuck-tool buried itself to the hilt inside his mother's steaming snatch. Christina spread her legs wide, and Eric, gripping her calves, began to pound in and out of his mother. Christina soon began to thrash beneath him, her climax coming quickly, and Eric was able to coax two more out of her before he dumped another load deep inside his mother. 

The dishes forgotten, they made their way through the house, pausing to fuck in as many rooms as possible on the way back to Christina's bedroom. By the time they made it to her bed, exhausted, sweaty, and spent, it was late. Neither of them had the energy to fuck again. Instead they curled into one another's arms and each of them fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

*

Down the street, the Parks had a similarly eventful night. After waking from the dreamless sleep that followed their furious fucking, Alice slid out from under her dozing son, pulled on a robe, and went to make dinner. She shook Tom awake before heading down to the kitchen, and the boy gradually roused himself. 

Alice threw some leftovers in the wok, added some noodles, and opened a bottle of red wine. 

Tom came down eventually, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. He smiled, kissed his mother on her cheek, caressed her ass, and set the table without being asked. Alice smiled at her son's solicitude. He could be helpful when he wanted something. 

They ate dinner in comfortable silence. Alice dragged her chair next to Tom's and twined her leg around his. He draped an arm over her shoulder. "S'good, Mom," he said, with his mouth full. 

"Chew with your mouth closed, dear," Alice admonished. "And thank you. It's not much, really."

"Tastes good," Tom said. "You're a good cook, Mom." 

Alice kissed him on the cheek. When they finished dinner, Alice left Tom to deal with the dishes and went upstairs to change. 

Tom whispered tunelessly as he filled the dish washer. Despite his outward calmness, inside he was a whirl of emotions. Confusion, lust, love, jealousy, guilt, all bounced around inside his head. He wanted to fuck Christina Henderson, but he also felt like he was more than a little bit in love with his own mom. It bothered him that she didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he wanted to be with another woman. And he was jealous of Eric for getting to fuck Christina, while also jealous that his mother wanted to fuck Eric. It all made him feel stupid and childish and bitter and confused. 

With a sigh and a grunt he collapsed into an easy chair in the living room. He sank his head into his hands and tried not to think about things, but whenever he closed his eyes, he saw Christina writhing on the end of Eric's dick. Which made him pretty excited. But then Christina would morph into Alice, which made him pretty irritated. He also was beginning to suspect that maybe Eric wouldn't be cool with him tapping Christina, either. This whole thing was beginning to feel a little off. 

Tom sighed again. Like fucking your own mother wasn't off to begin with. 

Suddenly he realized that he was alone in the living room. His mother had gone upstairs some time ago and not returned. He wondered how long he had sat in the darkened room, letting his thoughts get away from himself. 

Tom rose and headed upstairs. The second floor was dark, but he saw a sliver of light emanating from his mother's room. Her door was half closed. Tom approached. 

Framed by the doorway, Alice sat at her vanity, clad in a diaphanous pale blue gown. It was open, revealing that she wore a delicate bra, panty, and hose combination in a rich turquoise. The lingerie was designed to conceal little, while revealing a great deal. Her long hair was swept up and pinned back, her makeup subtle but artfully applied. She looked gorgeous, although the look was marred somewhat by the annoyance writ across her pretty face. 

"Took your time," she whispered, but then raised her voice. "Oh, Tommy, I didn't see you there." She moved to sort of cover up herself with the gown, but twisted on the seat at the same time to give him a look at her long, toned legs in their bright thigh-highs. 

"I was just getting ready for bed," she continued, her tone gradually warming and taking on more playfulness. She stood up, again displayed more charms than she hid, flashing an acre of delicious cleavage at him as she bent over slightly while rising, her heavy tits swaying pendulously on her chest. She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting the dark locks spill invitingly down her back. "I didn't mean to leave the door open so far."

Alice approached the door, giving her hips an exaggerated sway with each step. "Why, Tommy, you're looking at me so strangely. If you weren't my son, I'd say you were checking me out. I know I'm wearing just my underwear, but a son shouldn't look at his own mother in that way."

Slowly Tom smiled. He was back on familiar ground. The doubts and insecurities faded into the background. Alice was going through one of her little roleplaying sessions, playing the startled but aroused mother. She did this every once in a while, and it never failed to get Tom excited. "Uh, sorry Mom," he said. "I just can't help it. You're just so hot."

Alice's eyes widened theatrically. She placed an arm across her bra clad breasts and a hand across the front of her panties, as if she could deflect her son's burning gaze. "Sons aren't supposed to say those kinds of things, either." She made as if to close the door all the way, forced to unveil her tremendous tits barely restrained in her bra to do so.

Tom put a hand up to keep the door open. He pushed only a little, and it swung open widely. Alice retreated. She tried to look afraid and uncertain, but couldn't quite pull it off. Her full lips kept pulling into a smile. 

"Oh!" she said. "Tommy, that's not proper behavior for a good son. I know you've been sneaking peeks at me now and then, but I never expected you to be so... so... forceful." Her breasts heaved as her breathing increased.

"You're right, Mom. I have been sneaking peeks. I can't help it. Your huge tits and tight ass make me so hard, Mom. I just have to look at you. Every night I go to bed thinking of you, thinking of what I want to do to you."

Alice blinked. Tom could see a tiny wet spot forming at the front of her thin panties. He knew her industrial strength bra hid her hardening nipples, but the way her tits rose and fell on her chest, he also knew those nipples were awfully hard. 

But then she changed the script. "And... how long have you been thinking of doing these 'awful' things to me?" 

Tom paused. Some of those uncertain feelings suddenly swam out of the background. Some part of him, threatened perhaps by the presence of Eric and his mother's obvious and declared attraction to him, made Tom give his mother an honest answer for once. 

"About... about five years," he said. The tone of his voice changed, away from the playful banter, towards his normal speaking voice. Alice's eyes narrowed and she suddenly cocked her head. "You probably don't remember the actual day yourself, but it was a little after dad left. You were just getting back into the dating scene, with that first guy. Gary. Gary Whathisname."

"Thorndike," Alice said softly. She was watching Tom intently. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, playfulness evaporating, suddenly serious.

"Yeah, Thorndike," Tom agreed. "Anyway, I was shooting hoops in the driveway by myself one sunny Saturday afternoon in the month of July, and you came out of the house with a dog-eared paperback, a bottle of suntan lotion, and a folding chair. You had this silly floppy hat on, and those bugeye glasses of yours, and you were wrapped in one of those old beach towels we used to have."

"With the rainbow stripes," Alice said. 

"That's the one," Tom said. "Anyway, I just dribbled the ball and attempted a few shots, but out of the corner of my eye I watched you set up the chair and the book and the lotion. And then you unfurled the towel and set it down at the base of the chair, and I saw what you were wearing underneath, and Jesus Christ, Mom, I'm pretty sure I started puberty then and there."

Alice blushed. She thought she might know what he was talking about. "Oh my God, Thomas, I do remember that day. That old black bikini I had from, oh, before you were born. I was too fat to wear it in public, but I wanted to work on my tan. I hoped it would impress that jerk Gary."

"You weren't fat, Mom," Tom said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you look fantastic and fit now, but you looked great in that suit. Plump, but in a good way. Your big breasts and big butt, the way it stretched the material." Tom was turning red, but Alice could see the front of his boxers tenting outward. 

"And then you started to put the suntan lotion on." Tom looked up, as if beseeching the heavens. "I've been a goner ever since. I've been a twisted, horny, mother-obsessed little boy."

Alice stepped towards Tom and took his arms in hers. She slid into them, pressing her big breasts against her son's strong chest. She rested her cheek against his. "Why didn't you ever tell me? We've been lovers for almost half a year, and you've never mentioned this before today."

Tom drew in a long, raggedy breath. Alice held him, wondering. "I guess," he started, "I guess I'm just a little worried. I mean, I've been talking about fucking Christina, and you've been talking about banging Eric, and I don't want things to change between us. I want you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you, and love being with you."

"Oh honey," Alice said. She kissed him on the lips. "You don't have to worry about that. I love you too, very much, even if you do drive me crazy most of the time.

"I'm a little jealous about your obsession with Christina, and maybe my nonchalance regarding Eric is part of my way of dealing with it. But let's be realistic. I'm your mother. What we have is great, and its fun, and I cherish it. But it can't last forever. You're going to have to find another woman sooner or later, and I'm going to have to be able to deal with it. 

"If the first 'other' woman you're with is one of my good friends, and I'm there to see it and maybe even participate a little, it will be easier for me." Alice sighed. "I guess we should have talked this over a little bit more, huh?"

"Yeah, that would have been good. But we're talking now, aren't we?"

Alice kissed Tom again. "It's hard sometimes, forgetting that I'm your mother, and thinking that I alone know what's best for you. I've been making decisions for you for so long, its second nature. But I can't do that for you anymore. Our relationship isn't like that now, and never will be again, will it?"

"Mom, you'll always be my mom. And you'll always be the person I love most. I honestly... I don't see myself finding another woman ever. No one could replace you."

Alice smiled, but it was a sad kind of smile. "You say that now," she stared to say, thinking of what she would look like in another ten or fifteen or twenty years. Thinking that she might like grandchildren some day – some day far away. 

But Tom silenced her with a kiss. "No one," he said. 

"Thank you, baby," Alice said. She blinked back sudden tears. "Argh, don't make me cry, you little hooligan. You'll ruin my makeup."

"Sorry, Mom," Tom said with a little laugh. 

"Is this what you were thinking about downstairs? Is this why you kept me waiting so long?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that."

Alice smiled again, a happier smile this time. "No, that's okay." She plucked at the edges of her gown, pulling it up and away from her body. "I guess the mood for this game is dead. I really like this set, too."

Tom's strong hands wound around her waist. "I was just going to peel it off, anyway," he said, kissing her lightly. 

Alice let his hands roam over her body, moving up to cup her breasts. "What did you do after you watched me?" she asked. She couldn't remember. She recalled coating herself in lotion and picking up her book, and possibly falling asleep in the warm drone of the summer day. 

"That day?" Tom asked. Alice grunted affirmation. "I went up to my room and looked at you for what seemed like forever from my window. I would have jerked off all over myself if I knew how that worked then. Instead I just watched you and touched my hard dick through my shorts and felt really, really guilty."

"Poor baby," Alice mewed. "If I had known then, I might have... huh."

"What?"

Alice gently pushed her son away. "Go to your room."

"What?" Tom repeated, somewhat sharply. 

Alice gave him a slow wink and curled her full lips up into a sensuous smile. "Go to your room. I have an idea. Don't worry baby, I'll be along in a minute or two."

Tom looked at his mother for a few seconds, his brows knit together. "Okay," he finally said, and somewhat dubiously. "I'll be waiting for you." 

Tom dutifully retreated to his bedroom. He flipped on a light, pulled the blinds, whipped off his t-shirt, and threw himself into the middle of his queen-sized bed. He folded his arms behind his head and waited. And waited. And waited. 

As the clock on his nightstand slowly changed, Tom grew gradually more irritated. What was taking so long? What was she doing? He had half a mind to get up, go down the hall, throw his mother on her bed and fuck the shit out of her. 

He had just about reached the end of his patience and was about to get up and do something – anything – when he heard a light knock at his door. "Yes?" he said, a little more sharply than he had intended. 

"Tommy?" his mother's voice came through the door. "Are you in there?"

"Yes," he said, exasperated. 

"Can I come in?" she asked. 

Tom grumbled to himself. She was back to playing some game. Fine, he would play along. "Uh, I guess so."

Slowly the door opened, and Alice stepped into the room. Despite himself, Tom's jaw dropped open. Alice wore her sunglasses on the top of her head, pinning her hair back, and had shucked her turquoise lingerie for the black bikini. The ties were longer on her than it used to be, as she really had lost considerable weight, but the triangles over her breasts still strained to contain the massive spheres of flesh, and the triangle of fabric between her legs still molded itself perfectly to the contours of her pussy. Tom also caught the scent of cocoa butter, and knew that his mother had thrown on some suntan lotion to complete the effect. 

And that effect was a nearly instant, almost painful erection that left Tom momentarily dizzy. 

"Oh!" Alice said in mock surprise, surveying her son lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of boxers. The tent growing at his crotch was impossible to ignore. 

"Is everything okay?" Alice asked tentatively. 

"Uh, yeah. Of course," Tom said. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, you ran into the house so quickly. I mean, your basketball didn't even stop bouncing after you dropped it before the back door slammed closed behind you. I thought maybe you hurt yourself."

"Oh," Tom said. "Oh my fucking God, Mom, you are the greatest," he added, somewhat softer. She lit up, beaming at him with an enormous smile. Tom fumbled with his next line, eventually coming up with, "Um, uh, no I'm okay. Nothing wrong."

Alice slid across the floor on bare feet and half-turned to sit herself down on the edge of Tom's bed. Her hips were in line with his, just a few inches apart. "Then what made you run in the house so quickly?"

"I don't... uh... I saw a bee?" 

Alice laughed lightly. "I'm not sure I believe you." Her hand nudged his hip, causing the erection mostly trapped by his boxers to sway a little. The motion also caused Alice's large tits to sway enticingly in their bikini prison. Her nipples dented the fabric. "What is this? Were you masturbating, Thomas?"

"What would give you that idea?" Tom said lamely. 

"The fact that you're half-naked on your bed, with what looks like a painful erection? You can tell me, you know, its okay. Everyone does it." She shifted slightly, allowing one arm to cross his hips, a flat hand to lie across the bed to balance her as she turned at the waist to face him. Her barely contained breasts heaved against the bikini top. Tom's eyes were drawn to them like magnets. 

"So where's the magazine? Or were you looking at something naughty on your phone?"

"What?" Tom said. He pulled his eyes away from his mother's amazing tits and looked at the curious look on her face. "I don't have any of that stuff."

"Then what were you looking at that made you all... horny?" Alice said the last word with a girlish giggle. 

The hole at the front of Tom's boxers opened, allowing the iron-hard stalk of his cock to be glimpsed. Alice licked her lips. There were noticeable dark spots on the front of Tom's boxers as his precum soaked into the fabric. "Were you... oh, Tommy, you naughty boy. Were you looking at Mommy putting her lotion on? Is that what got you all hot and bothered?"

Tom nodded. "Oh, yes Mommy. Yes, I'm afraid that's exactly what happened."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly, but said, "Young men shouldn't be looking at their mothers like that. It's inappropriate. I know that having a sexy, young mommy with a huge rack must be very distracting for you, but sons and mothers are not supposed to have sexual thoughts about one another. It's very wrong."

"Why does it feel so right, Mom?"

Alice smiled sweetly. She looked down at Tom's crotch, and pretended to notice his situation for the first time. "Oh my goodness, Tommy!" she said dramatically. Still bracing herself with her left hand, she reached out tentatively with her right to touch his cock through the thin material of his boxers. "You're so very hard, son. And oh so very big." 

Deftly, Alice reached into the opening and fished out Tom's rampant cock. It stood up proudly, defiantly, from his boxers, a long column of angry aroused flesh, with a thick reddish-purple head that dripped with clear fluid. Tom flexed, and his cock jumped, squirting a dollop of fluid from the tip. Alice's slim fingers instinctively curled around the root, leaving much of the prick exposed. She marveled theatrically, titanic bosom heaving. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 06



"Did watching Mommy do this to you?" Alice asked. Tom grunted assent. Her hand slowly swept up his length, and her thumb caressed his cockhead, squeezing more precum out and spreading it around. "Oh, I feel terrible causing you all this trouble. Do you want Mommy to help you with this?"

"Are you sure, Mommy?" Thomas asked with a grimace of pleasure. "I thought this was wrong and naughty."

"Oh, it is baby. But sometimes wrong and naughty can be fun." And she swept her hand back down his cock, causing it to throb in her fist. 

"Okay, Mom. Okay, you can help me. But, uh, can I see your tits while you jerk me off?"

Alice smiled broadly. "Oh, baby, Mommy isn't going to jerk you off." With that, her head dropped, her mouth opened wide, and his cock slid between her lips. Warmth and moisture enveloped him as her lips tightened their seal around his flesh. He saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked at him. As she started to blow him, she released her hold on his dick and reached up to the tie at the back of her neck, pulling the string loose, then the one behind her back. Tom helped her pull the top off, freeing her magnificent breasts with their hard, dark nipples. 

Wet sucking sounds echoed in Tom's room as his mother slurped him deeper into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, but gaining speed with each passing moment. Saliva and precum slid down his length to drip onto his shorts. 

Tom palmed his mom's tits. He cupped and caressed them, teased and pinched her nipples, delighting in their size and heft, and the feel of her soft, silky skin. He reached down and pulled the tie on her hip. Alice shifted on the bed, slowly fucking his cock with her mouth, and allowed Tom access to her other hip. In a moment, he was pealing her bottoms off and tossing them to the floor. 

Tom slid a finger between her lips. His mother was wet and eager, swallowing his digit easily. He teased her folds, adding a second finger and then a third to the invasion. She stretched to accommodate him, and her juices soaked his hand. He started to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. Alice's hips swayed back and forth, urging him on. 

Alice released him from her mouth, just long enough to awkwardly tug his boxers down his legs. She devoured him once more, looking at him with large, dark, lust-glazed eyes as his stalk sank into her mouth and her lips stretched wide to take him in. His cock was red with her lipstick, and her mascara was smudging, but she didn't seem too concerned about that anymore. Alice cupped her son's large and heavy balls, lightly caressing his testicles as if weighing them and judging how much seed they held. 

With a sucking sound she let him go again. Saliva and precum dripped from her lips and coated his cockhead. "Oh baby, do you have a thick creamy load in there for Mommy? Are you going to shoot off in my mouth? Is this what you thought about while you watched Mommy rub lotion all over her big tits and long legs? Is this what made you run in the house?"

"Yeah, Mom," Tom said. He spread his fingers slightly, deep inside her, and she gasped, hitching her hips back at his hand. "I thought about sticking my dick where my hand is, too."

Alice's eyes widened in mock-shock. "We've already gone too far, baby. Shooting your load in Mommy's mouth will have to be enough. Mothers and sons shouldn't ever fuck one another, baby, it's just wrong. Oh God, even if your hand does feel really good." She dropped her head, long tongue snaking out to lick his rampant cock from root to tip. Tom throbbed hungrily, squeezing out a thick dollop of precum that Alice eagerly lapped up. 

"I don't think a blowjob will be enough, Mommy," Tom said. "I'm really horny, and you're so hot and stuff, and I really, really want to fuck you."

Alice rolled her eyes at his attempt at banter. But she winked, and said, "I'm not even sure I could get this big thing into Mommy's little pussy."

Tom laughed at that thought. "I'll just have to get you ready, Mom," he said, spreading his fingers inside her again. 

Alice moaned and swallowed him whole. She began to fuck his cock with her mouth in earnest. Her cheeks alternately hollowed and ballooned as she swallowed and released him. Her throat flexed as his throbbing hardness went deeper and deeper. Her nose sank into his pubic curls while the last few inches of his dick sank into her tight, wet, constricting throat. She held him there for long moments, fighting her gag reflex, until finally sweeping back up his dick until only the tip remained in her mouth. She took long, shuddering breaths through flaring nostrils, then sank downward again. She did this a few more times, each time bringing him closer to the edge, before finally settling back and only taking the first six inches or so.

She teased his balls with one hand and gripped the base of him with the other. She rubbed his cockhead against her cheeks and bathed him with her tongue. All the while Tom throbbed and flexed his cock, jetting a gallon or more of precum into his mother's mouth and down her throat. 

Then at last, while her hand slowly jerked him and her mouth caressed the rest of him, Tom finally plunged over the edge. His dick swelled in Alice's mouth and his hips rose up off the bed and he was cumming. Thick wads of pearly white cum jetted from the angry head of his cock. The first ropes sprayed almost directly down Alice's throat, almost choking her, but she pulled back until only his cockhead was trapped between his lips, and let the rest of his climax wash over her tongue. He shuddered and groaned again and again, his thick spray spiraling outward in viscous curls that filled her cheeks and forced her, gamely, to swallow. 

All the while she continued to slowly jack his dick and caress his balls, which only served to prolong his eruption. He sprayed and sprayed and sprayed, so much that he thought he was either going to pass out or have his dick fall off. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and it only began to subside when he literally saw stars. 

Tom fell back against the pillows on his bed, gasping for breath. His chest was slick with sweat, his left hand slick with his mother's juices, and his dick was still spasming slightly as his mother continued to nurse from it. She sucked the last dregs of his orgasm into her mouth and swallowed noisily, happily. She released his dick, still hard, and it slapped against his abdomen. 

Alice was still swallowing, licking her lips, running her tongue over her teeth, trying to make sure she got all of her son's thick, creamy cum. "That was such a big, delicious load, Tommy. You shouldn't need Mommy's help again for a good long while."

Tom chuckled a bit. She was still in character, even after all that. She really was a rather amazing woman, and he was so damned lucky. Still trying to catch his breath, he said, "Look again, Mommy. I'm still hard."

"Oh my goodness!" Alice exclaimed. "You're right! I was sure that having Mommy suck you off would do the trick." She shifted on the bed, sitting up, spreading her legs, straddling her son. "Whatever can we do? How can we get your big, delicious cock to settle down?" Alice cupped her huge tits and flicked her nipples. 

"I think we're going to have to... do you still have your sunglasses on?"

"Do I? Holy shit, I do." Alice laughed as she pulled them off her head and leaned across Tom to set them on his nightstand. "I have no idea how those stayed on through that. I guess I'm better than I thought." She laughed again. 

"Where were we?"

"I was just about to suggest that we put my 'big, delicious' cock into your tight, little pussy and see what happens."

His mother caught up the thread of the game once more. "Oh, Tommy, but that would be very, very naughty indeed. It's bad enough that your mother sucked her son's cock into her mouth and swallowed his huge load, and now you want to fuck her? You want to slide that long, thick cock inside Mommy and thrust away until both of us melt from lust and desire?"

"Well, when you put it that way, how could I not want it?"

"Oh, I know, baby. Truth is, Mommy wants it too. She wants it very badly. But it's so wrong."

Tom settled his hands on his mother's waist. He half lifted her up over him, allowing his cock to drag across her belly and nudge against her wet, weeping pussy. Alice helped him by bracing her arms against the bed and raising her delectable ass. This had the added benefit of thrusting her huge tits into Tom's face. He kissed the right tit and licked his way down to her nipple, catching it between his lips to give it a light suckle. 

"Who says its wrong, Mom? There's no one here but you and me, and no one else ever has to know. Don't you want to help me, Mom? Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you, you're my son." Alice was already wrapping her slim fingers around Tom's cock and guiding his cockhead to her lips. She levered him slightly back and forth, coating him with her juices before setting him right against her pussy. Slowly she sank down, opening up to welcome her son's hard cock. Tom held still. His hips wanted to drive up into her, but he also wanted to enjoy the sensation of being slowly swallowed by his mother's pussy. 

Alice's groan started deep and rose several octaves higher as his thickness pierced her, until her hips settled down on top of him and he was completely enveloped within her warm, wet folds. "Oh God," she whined. "My own son is inside me."

"How does that feel, Mom?"

Alice looked him in the eye. "It feel fantastic, son. Now fuck your mother. Fuck me hard."

Tom's hands slid off her waist to cup her firm, bouncy ass. He thrust his hips upward, lifting his mother off the bed. She cried out, grabbed his shoulders, and slammed her hips back at him. Alice's huge breasts swung back and forth on her chest, almost bouncing off of Tom's sweating face, as she rode him. He nuzzled his head into the space between them and kissed her breastbone. His cock hammered into her over and over. 

This feeling never got old. The only time he didn't miss it was when it was happening. Her heat, her wetness, the tightness of her folds. The scent of her washing over him, the feel of her warm, soft body against his. The way she fit around him, and him within her. It was almost magical. It was pure enough to make a lesser man think foolish, romantic thoughts. 

Alice moaned. Her eyes were closed. She hunched over Tom, hands gripping him tightly. 

Tom let his hands slide up her ass to grip her waist once more. With a little effort, he twisted the two of them, flipping his mother over onto her back. He never paused in his thrusting, driving deeper and deeper into her with every fierce, hungry jab. Alice screamed. Her fingers sank into Tom's skin, her thighs tightened around him, her breasts heaved. She climaxed for long, shuddering moments. Tom slowed down, letting her ride it out, but he didn't stop completely. His cock urged her along, extending her orgasm, drawing it out. 

The next one came quick on the first. Alice threw her head back and howled, her hair draping down to the floor off the side of the bed. Their thrusting, writhing bodies had been driven sideways across the surface of Tom's bed. Alice enjoyed her climax but as it started to lessen, she stopped Tom and they shifted on the bed once more, lying perpendicular to the headboard. 

Alice braced her forearms against the board and fucked her hips back at Tom as he slammed into her, relentlessly, tirelessly, his long thick cock pistoning in and out of his mother's abused pussy without surcease. Alice's heels beat a tattoo against her son's ass. She grabbed the back of his sweat soaked head and dragged his lips down to hers for a long, passionate kiss. 

"Getting close again," she gasped. "Are you getting close baby? Are you ready to pump a hot load of cum in Mommy's pussy?"

Tom grunted. He arched his back and palmed her huge breasts, spreading his long fingered hands across them. His hips thrust forward and back, his length sluicing between her weeping lips. 

"I'm such a nasty slut Mommy. I want my son to cum in me. I want my son to cum inside my slutty Mommy pussy. I want to feel my son fucking come deep inside – Holy fuck, baby!" Alice's dirty talk dissolved in a wail as Tom's cock erupted. He roared, squeezing her tits hard enough to leave marks, and his cock, jammed hard into her heated depths, bucked and throbbed and jetted its precious payload of potent sperm into his mother's welcoming pussy. Long, thick, viscous ropes of semen spiraled from his cockhead into the deepest parts of his mother. He kept thrusting, the feeling exquisite as her folds rubbed his sensitive, spurting length. 

Alice wailed, gripping her son tightly, another explosive orgasm taking her along with him, draining the strength from her limbs and the sense from her mind. She felt him spurting deep inside her, each impact of sperm against her inner walls triggering another mini-orgasm, until they all built up into one long, intense climax that completely robbed her of her senses. 

Tom withdrew his cock from his mother's pussy. It was overflowing with his cream. He came out with a sucking sound and a flood of sperm. His flagging cock still managed a short jet of jism to decorate her neatly trimmed bush. He looked down at her, fighting to catch his breath, and realized that she had lost consciousness. 

Tom grunted but grinned. He collapsed beside his mother, admiring her lush, golden, curvy body. He reached down, cupping her pussy, and caught the mixture of her fluids and his on his fingertips. He brought his hand up to paint her nipples and lips with the potion, smiling as she stirred at the stimulation. 

Blinking, Alice came back to herself. "Fuck, baby." 

"Thanks, Mom."

Her eyebrows raised but her lids remained half closed. "Hmmm?"

"The swimsuit and the whole thing. That was pretty awesome."

Her full lips quirked into a smile and her eyes closed completely. She rolled over, throwing an arm and a leg across her son. "Of course, baby," she murmured. She snuggled in close to him, and Tom wrapped his own body around her. In a little bit, he would wake her, and they would go back to her room. Maybe to fuck again, just as likely to go to sleep in one another's arms. But for now, they would enjoy the warm glow of being freshly fucked, dozing together. 



Ever Notice? Ch. 07



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

Christina awoke from a dreamless sleep, five minutes before her alarm. She looked blearily at the clock while her mind slowly sharpened, and turned off the alarm before it triggered and woke up Eric. 

Christina shifted on the bed, admiring her sleeping son. He looked so peaceful and innocent and beautiful, like he was her little boy again. And in some ways, he was. But in other ways, such as the delicious ache between her legs, he was very much not. She resisted the urge to kiss him and wake him and fuck him senseless, knowing that he deserved his sleep. Instead, Christina carefully slid out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom. 

Finished, she slipped on an abbreviated silk robe that barely covered her pneumatic frame and went quietly downstairs. She called her assistant's desk and left a voicemail saying that she would be out of work until the following Monday, owing to a family crisis. She intended to spend as much of Eric's school vacation with him as possible, up to when she loaded him on the plane back to North Dakota. 

She allowed herself enough time to brew a cup of coffee in her Keurig and sipped it slowly. Christina looked out the window over her sink into the expansive backyard and pool of her palatial new home. Outside it was a sunny, warm spring day. The temperature had already cleared 72 degrees, and it was likely to get warmer.

She wondered if her son would be up to fooling around in the pool. She already knew what her bikini did to him, or more precisely, what her body squeezed into that bikini did to him, but she wasn't sure he'd be willing to get naughty outdoors where others might be able to see them. Not that they had any nearby neighbors, but it was still riskier than committing incest behind closed doors. 

Incest. There, she let herself think the word. "Incest," she said out loud, breaking the quiet of the morning. It was an awful word, an evil word, and yet she had gleefully, passionately, avariciously pursued just such a relationship with her son. 

She felt a tingling in her fingertips and toes just thinking about it, a tingling that echoed deep in her belly. She felt her nipples hardening beneath her thin robe and unconsciously flexed her thighs together. 

Why had she done it? Why had she shattered one of society's strictest taboos? 

She was lonely. She missed her son. He had been a constant companion since his birth. Her ex used to joke that he had just been the delivery system, that her son was the true love of her life. And yes, she had doted on him, and yes, he had been a momma's boy, but he had also grown out of that stage and even weathered his parents' divorce rather well. He had chosen to stay with his mother for a variety of reasons; she never asked for them all, but she understood. Eric's father was not an easy man to get along with, and though he loved Eric in his way, Eric had a basic earned distrust of the man, and despite herself, Christina knew she had influenced him in that regard. 

Taking the job with Xybochem, picking up stakes and moving halfway across the country to start her life over again was the second greatest thing she'd ever done with her life. She made a good salary, she had great friends, she started working out and getting healthy. Her one regret was that the greatest thing she'd done with her life had been left behind in wintry old North Dakota. And she worried that, perhaps, Eric was too old now to want to come stay with her. He was about to enter college, start his own life, his own adventures, and she very selfishly wanted to be included in them. 

And perhaps it was the wrong thing to do to confide these feelings to Alice Park. Fun, sexy, vivacious Alice, who, unbeknownst to Christina at the time, was already embroiled in an incestuous affair with her own teenaged son. Over too many glasses of wine one night, after Christina, grown maudlin, had pined for her son, Alice had confessed her sin. She also theorized that the only surefire way to get Eric "back" was to seduce him. 

That seemed like a good idea at the time. But the next morning, sober, it had scared and horrified Christina. It took some more convincing from Alice, who began to shamelessly recount every illicit coupling with her son to Christina. Christina, who hadn't had a lover since long before her divorce, found herself beginning to enjoy tales of Alice's exploits. And she began to understand that most of her fear and horror at the prospect of seducing Eric was due simply to the fact that she wanted it. She wanted it very badly. 

Eric was a gorgeous young man, a dutiful son, and a smart and generous person. He would be a catch by anyone's standards. But he was also her only son, and there was a special bond there that could not be shared with anyone else. 

It didn't take long for Alice to wear Christina down, and so was hatched The Plan. The teasing and the flirting and the sexy clothes had driven Christina absolutely mad with lust. She saw Eric responding, his curiosity and uncertainty making for a delectable combination, and he looked so cute and fuckable that his every reaction drove her on to greater and greater depravities. 

Christina set her coffee cup down, empty, and walked back up to her room. Eric still slumbered, spread across the bed, wrapped up in the comforter, blissfully dreaming. Christina once again fought the urge to devour him and instead went into the bathroom for a quick hot shower.

She slipped off her robe and admired herself in the mirror. She was too pale, she knew, and despite her best efforts she had never quite gotten rid of the little mommy pouch on her belly. Her ass was too big, her thighs too thick, and her breasts were uncomfortably large most of the time. She tried to see herself as she imagined Eric saw her: hourglass figure, full breasts, wide hips, narrow waist, all curves and hollows, inviting and welcoming in a sexy, mature way. Her red hair was all natural, no coloring at all, and her skin was mostly flawless. She didn't even have freckles. She was grateful that her son found her as attractive as she found him.

Christina stepped under the shower spray and scrubbed herself clean. She lingered on her breasts and pussy, teasing herself a little, remembering how her shower the night before had gone. 

She dried herself off with a fluffy white towel and slipped her robe back on. She paused in the doorway to the bedroom. Eric still slept, dead to the world. Again, she admired him, seeing in his relaxed, sleeping face the shadow of the boy he had once been. The boy she had nestled to her breast, who had once promised to marry her when he grew up. 

Christina's heart swelled and her pussy moistened. It was so wonderful to have her son here with her again, and even better that he was warming her bed. 

She crossed the room, carefully lifted the covers, and slid under them. Beneath the comforter, she was struck by the strong, masculine scent of her son, as well as the smell of the previous night's lovemaking. 

Christina pulled herself across Eric's legs, touching him lightly. He shifted but didn't wake. She found the trunk between his thighs, already semi-hard, as if waiting for her. She smiled to herself. She traced a finger along his length, from base to tip, lightly grazing his love-muscle with one fingernail. She was rewarded with a rapid stiffening of his cock. In the dimness beneath the comforter, Christina watched her son's cock unfurl to its full, impressive length. Swollen with blood and oxygen, it stretched up across his abdomen, almost brushing his belly button. 

Christina traced her fingers along it, up and down, lightly, just brushing him with her fingertips. She felt the power in the organ, barely restrained, waiting to be unleashed. Her fingers danced over his testes, feeling their weight and readiness. She marveled again at how full and round his balls were, how packed with delicious semen they always appeared to be. She had tried to empty him the night before, only to have sheer exhaustion overtake them both before the flood of cum ebbed from her son's magnificent tool. 

We'll have more time to try today, Christina mused to herself with an upward tilt of her lips. 

The spongy tip of Eric's cockhead gave a little under the pad of Christina's finger. She felt a little slickness. He was already weeping precum. She used her finger to spread the liquid around the head. Her hand wound around his girth and she slid her palm along him, down to the base. Gripping him lightly, she levered his hard length away from his body, raising it upward. His cockhead dragged across the comforter, leaving a trail of fluid. 

Slowly, gently, careful not to wake him yet, Christina began to sweep her hand up and down her son's engorged penis. It felt hot under her hand, radiating a warmth that almost burned. And it throbbed to the beat of Eric's heart. She used her thumb to spread more precum, felt it start to coat her palm, and with it, she began to slicken the passage up and down. 

Eric shifted. Christina realized she was gripping him too tightly and she loosened her hold. 

She continued to stroke him, reveling in the lively, virile, hot hardness that fairly leapt in her palm. Eric shifted again. Christina smiled to herself. She rose up a little on her elbows and pulled herself forward. The comforter rose, opening up, allowing her to see her son's face. Eric opened his eyes, blinking, bleary, uncertain but ragingly aroused. 

Christina gently kissed her son's cockhead. She tasted his fresh precum, and beneath that, the sweet taste of his seed and the salty taste of her own fluids. She let her tongue dip out to trace a trail up and around the angry purple head. A sweet dollop of precum squirted from his slit directly onto the tip of her tongue. She sucked it up eagerly, watching her son gradually awakening as she played with him. 

His eyes gradually focused on her. He didn't say anything, but just watched, smiling, as Christina licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She scooped up the precious, flavorful fluid that wept from his slit and swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing. 

Christina held Eric's cock at the base and dragged her tongue down his entire length, licking him down to her curled fingers and back up again. She trailed butterfly kisses along the thick pulsing vein on the underside. He flexed and throbbed unconsciously, each muscular contraction producing another dollop of precum. It dripped from the head, down his slickened length, and she swept it up with her tongue and lips. 

Between Christina's own legs, a swamp was brewing. Her sensitive nipples scraped against the thin fabric of her robe, her tits flattened against the mattress. She reveled in her ability to arouse and control a young man so definitively. Especially considering that the young man in question was her own handsome son. If only every mother could know this depraved joy, she thought. 

Christina wedged herself higher up on Eric's legs, letting her naked, weeping pussy settle against his calf. She rose up a little, opened her mouth, and slowly wrapped her moist, full lips around his cockhead. Eric's cock throbbed in her hand and sent a jet of precum across her tongue. He moaned as her lips closed around him, and she let his purple helmet slowly slide into her mouth. She closed her lips around the glans and sucked slightly. The agile tip of her tongue swirled around the spongy head, teasing his sensitive slit, coaxing more and more precum from the source. Saliva and Eric's fluids mixed in her mouth, slickening further the connection between her lips and his flesh. 

Eric tugged the comforter off her head. One of his hands sank into her hair, his expressive fingers combing through her short, dark red locks. 

Christina opened her mouth again and slowly dragged her lips and tongue lower, letting his thickness thrust into her mouth, millimeter by millimeter. She tasted more of herself on him. She felt a mini-orgasm swell deep within her as she contemplated how much of her juices had soaked into her own son's hot, hard flesh. 

Her tongue flattened and curled against the underside of his girth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking lightly, slurping at him. His fluids washed over her mouth, down her throat, sloshing as it went. Her throat worked automatically, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard and fast. 

"Mom," Eric finally said, a low moan that thrilled Christina to her core. She didn't examine why being called "mother" in the midst of lovemaking excited her so much. She merely enjoyed it. It made her feel as though her tits were swelling, her nipples scraping against the mattress, her pussy gushing against his leg. She ground herself against him, feeling her clit mash and flatten against his shin. Another mini-orgasm fluttered to life in her belly, rising in crescendo. 

Christina paused, enjoying the shivering pleasure as it radiated out from her core across her entire body. She breathed carefully, a third of her son's delicious cock lodged in her mouth. Precum pooled in her mouth, adding to the heat and moisture trapping Eric's cock. 

Slowly Christina continued her descent. Eric's cockhead nudged against the back of her mouth. She felt her throat automatically tighten, fought her gag reflex, and then, throwing caution to the wind, increased her pace and swallowed him whole in one great dive. She felt his cock fill her throat. Her nostrils flared, seeking oxygen, but only a bare trickle eased into her lungs. She forced herself to suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue slurping, lips and nose pressed almost flat in her son's pubic hair. 

She held that position as long as she could, and then slurped back up his length, leaving a slimy trail of saliva and precum along his length. She released him completely, though she didn't want to, forced to take deep gasping breaths with her mouth open. Saliva and precum dripped from her lips, onto his engorged cock. 

All the while, she kept her eyes locked on her son, who watched her with a look of lust and love and fascination. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock once more, levering him back up towards her face. 

Christina licked her lips and smiled. She nuzzled his cock with her lips and cheeks, leaving glistening trails across her face. Christina opened her mouth and sucked his sensitive cockhead between her lips again. Eric hissed sharply. His hips bucked, but she controlled him with her hands, keeping him from driving deeper. 

She repeated her actions, drawing out the pleasure and sensations. Slowly she swallowed him, sucking him into her mouth and throat, until driving deep, letting him jab directly into her throat. She held him as long as she could, then released him. This time his heavy cock slapped against his abdomen before she could catch it and raise it to her lips once more. 

Beneath her, Eric's legs squirmed. He pressed his lower leg against her drooling pussy, encouraging another mini-orgasm. 

Christina teased Eric's balls. She loved how they jumped in her hand, swollen with need, ready to blow. 

Christina kissed Eric's slick cockhead. "Are you close, sweetie?" she whispered sultrily. "Are you ready to give Mommy the first load of the day?"

Eric grunted affirmative. "Keep doing that, Mom, I'm so close."

Christina moaned. "Oh fuck, sweetie, I can't wait. I love your cum. I want you to baste my throat with your jism."

She licked and kissed his cockhead, slowly jacking the lower part of his dick with her hand. She opened wide and swallowed his cockead, sucking lightly at first, and then stronger and stronger. Eric's hips rose, trying to fuck his cock into her mouth, but her hands held him steady. A few inches slid back and forth, though she knew he wanted to drive himself deep. She sensed that he wanted to be down her throat when he came, jetting his semen directly into her stomach, but she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his essence spraying across her tongue, filling her mouth, before she swallowed it. 

She gripped his cock more tightly, wrapping both hands around it, which left his flaring cockhead projecting proudly. She sucked, tongue lashing the spongy head, swirling around and around, slurping up the never-ending, copious precum that squirted from his slit. 

And then he was grunting. She felt his cock buck and throb in her hands. She felt the frission of rising cum against her fingers as it traveled up his fleshy tube and exploded outward into her mouth. The first rope erupted across her tongue. She felt it soak into her mouth, coating everything, and then he shivered and bucked again and another thick, viscous rope of pearlescent cum filled her mouth. Two ropes, and already her mouth was full, and she had to swallow. 

Eric shook and shivered, an endless stream of sweet and sticky cum filling his mother's mouth again and again. She swallowed quickly, almost but not quite gagging on the flood, and eventually had to give up just to breath. He sprayed a thick line of white gold across her lips and nose before she covered his bucking cockhead with the palm of her hand. She breathed heavily, licked her lips, and caught the last few jets of cum once more on her tongue. 

Christina sucked the last dregs of Eric's jizz out of his cockhead, nursing as he softened. He remained semi-hard even when she released him, and grew harder again as he watched her lick the cum out of her palm like a cat with a saucer of milk. 

"Oh my god, Mom," Eric groaned. 

Christina giggled throatily, swallowing. "Do you like how Mommy decided to wake you up?"

"What do you think?" Eric said. His chest heaved with deep breaths of his own, and he flexed his leg against her pussy. 

Quickly, Christina sat up. She wanted to climb and mount her son, slide his big pecker deep inside her and ride him to another explosive eruption, but if she did that, they might never get out of bed. 

"You need a shower," she said. 

He thought a moment. His heavy cock flexed between his legs. "You joining me?"

"Not right now. I'm going to make breakfast." She laughed. "Although I guess I've already had it." She slid off the bed. At Eric's frown, she leaned over him, flashing him a deep line of cleavage, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't recoil from the taste of his own cum on her lips, and in fact let his tongue slip out to glide between her lips and duel a little with her own. 

"Mmmm, sweetie-bear," Christina said, "you are a naughty boy. Go take your shower. We'll have breakfast, and then see where the day takes us. Okay?"

Eric looked dubious, but relented. Christina admired his nude form as he climbed out of bed and headed into her bathroom. He had a tight, muscular ass. It was perfect and cute and delicious. 

Head awhirl with naughty thoughts, Christina headed to the kitchen. 

Eric watched her go. His own mind was in turmoil, along with his emotions. He loved his mother, always had, always would, but part of him was falling in love with his mother, and that wasn't normal. Or healthy. 

Eric scrubbed his face with his hands and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn't look like a deviant or a pervert. But he'd still spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours having mind-bending sex with his mother. The strangest fact was that he didn't regret it a bit.

Eric brushed his teeth and hopped in the shower, washing and scouring himself thoroughly. He stank of sweat and cum and other bodily fluids. He had been a virgin the day before, and now he had done things he'd only ever seen in pornos, things that even his boldest friends back home in North Dakota had never bragged about doing with their girlfriends and fuck-buddies. His cock began to stiffen as he thought back to the blowjob in the movie theater, the desperate drive home, the furious fuck on the sofa, and everything after. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 07



Slowly, unconsciously, Eric began to wank himself. He came back to himself quickly, realizing with a slow smile that he didn't need to do that anymore. Not so long as he stayed with his mother, at any rate. But that would be over in a few days, he couldn't help remembering. Then he was on a plane back to the frigid hills of North Dakota, back to using his hand or trying to desperately cajole some teenage girl into getting hot and heavy. 

What was he going to do?

In a weird way, his mother had rather dramatically shown that she considered him an adult. Capable of adult decisions, of adult action, or adult wisdom. She trusted him to make the correct decision. She always had, in fact, although she never resisted the opportunity to share advice. For example, his mother had supported his decision to finish out his senior year in North Dakota, even if she wasn't all that happy about it. 

He had some thinking to do. 

After his shower, Eric slipped on just a pair of athletic shorts and made his way downstairs. He smelled fresh brewed coffee, bacon, and pancakes. A tall glass of orange juice waited for him on the kitchen island, and as he settled on to the stool, his mother ladled food in heaping amounts on to his plate. 

"Have to keep your strength up," Christina said with a sexy laugh and a slap on Eric's seated butt. 

Eric shoveled food in his mouth and admired his mother as she danced around the kitchen. She fixed a plate with much smaller portions for herself and settled in beside him.

"So," Christina eventually said, sipping her coffee, "how are you feeling this morning?"

"I feel good. Great, actually."

Christina smiled. "You're not weirded out that your mother jumped your bones?"

Eric laughed. "A little, I guess. But it's a good kind of weird. Like, everything is different now. But it's cool." He let his arm wind around her waist and his hand to settle on her hip. Christina curled in closer to him. He searched for words while his mother waited expectantly. "It's like, remember that moment when Dorothy steps out of the house and into Oz and everything is in color? It's like that."

Christina smiled, eyes crinkling. "It's a brand new day," she said, agreeing. She kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting faintly of maple syrup and coffee. "I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Mom."

Christina disentangled herself from her son's embrace, causing certain portions of her anatomy to jiggle enticingly. She began to clear the plates, setting them in the sink. Eric watched her move, entranced. From time to time, Christina would look over at him, and something in his expression would make her blush, smile, and quickly look away. 

The morning light washing into the kitchen through the windows seemed to wash away the thin robe his mother wore. He could see the outline of her lush, curvy body beneath the cloth. She was so perfectly formed, he could hardly stand it. Tall, long limbed, with smoothly muscled legs, a plush ass, broad hips, narrow waist, and wide shoulders that braced a truly epic pair of tits, all beneath a pretty, full-lipped face with a slightly upturned nose and brilliant blue eyes. The shock of red hair was like a cherry on top of a sundae. 

Eric grinned widely. His mother really was good enough to eat. He stood up from the stool and crossed the kitchen to stand behind her at the sink. She was rinsing dishes for the dishwasher, and Eric pressed himself against her back. He felt his semi-hard cock rub against her full, curvy ass, and wrapped his arms around her abdomen, just beneath her thrusting breasts. Slowly he reached up to cup those gorgeous globes, reveling in their fullness and weight. 

Christina cooed and arched herself against her son's body. She turned her head, and his lips found hers again, giving her a deeper kiss this time. 

Eric's hands slid down her body as he stepped back a little. Christina made an inquisitive sound that turned into an expression of interest as Eric's hands swept across her hips to grab the globes of her ass. He flipped up the edge of her robe, exposing her peach shaped posterior. His fingers sank into her flesh, squeezing and kneading. Christina gasped and spread her legs a little. 

Eric let a hand slide between her thighs, his fingers darting out to find his mother already wet. He grinned again and dropped to his knees. He ducked his head between her muscular thighs and twisted himself around little to get his mouth on her. Christina squealed and spread her legs even wider, giving him greater access. 

Eric kissed his mother's sweet pussy. He thrust his tongue out between her lips and lashed at her sensitive flesh. He parted her pink furrow with his broad, muscular tongue and teased her with the tip. Her juices flowed quickly, coating his lips, dripping down his chin, filling his mouth. His chin bumped against her clitoris, while his nose nudged against the cleft between her ass cheeks. He was glad she was so clean, but he probably wouldn't have cared otherwise. Eric was desperate to get her off, and although his technique was not great, his enthusiasm certainly was. 

He kissed and licked and nibbled. He let his teeth graze her lips lightly, and thrust his tongue into her as deep as it could go, mimicking a cock. Above him, muffled by her thighs, Christina grunted and cried out, urging him along. He felt her reach behind her to place one palm on the back of his head, pushing him harder against her pussy. He made love to her with his mouth and tongue, alternately caressing her legs and ass, and he felt her respond. 

Christina was fairly bouncing on top of him, making Eric's craning neck hurt a little, when he slid forward, burying his nose in her pussy, and fastening his lips around her sensitive clit. He sucked lightly, and that was enough to set her off. He sensed more than saw his mother grab the front of the sink with both hands as she went momentarily rigid before her entire body began to shake and thrash above him. His face was inundated with her juices, a golden dew that poured out of her and decorated his nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin. 

Eric shifted again, putting his mouth against her pussy, allowing him to breath clearly and to keep stimulating her through her rising climax. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Eric!" Christina spat out in increasingly high-pitched barks. At last Eric released her, climbed out from between her legs, and held her close to him as she slumped against the sink, gasping and shaking. 

Christina was practically bent over the sink, with the water from the faucet still pouring over the dirty plates, while Eric swept his shorts down his hips. His engorged cock, thick and angry, slapped up between his thighs. A thick dollop of precum balanced on the head. 

Eric put one hand on his mother's waist and pulled her hips back. With the other hand, he gripped himself by the base and aimed it at the juncture of her widespread legs. As the broad head of his cock nudged against her pussy lips, Christina's sleepy eyes snapped open. A sultry smile spread across her full lips and she eyed her strapping son over her shoulder. 

Her lips parted wider as Eric rammed into her. His thick cock knifed through her folds, driving deep in a single thrust. She was already well lubricated, ready to accept his thickness. Both of Eric's hands found his mother's hips and held on as he began to fuck her. Christina moaned loudly as her son plundered her pussy, jabbing his enormous teenage cock again and again into her heated depths. 

Her heavy tits swung on her chest. The thin robe parted, letting them swing free. Christina braced herself with her hands against the edge of the sink and fucked her hips back at Eric, swallowing him with her heated pussy, sucking him deeper inside her. 

Eric bent over her back, and his powerful hands caught her bouncing tits. He cupped them, catching her sensitive nipples between thumbs and fingers to tease and pull against them while his hard-driving cock thundered in and out of her over and over again, jackhammer quick, and just as merciless. A big orgasm was fast approaching, quick on the heels of the one he gave her with his mouth, and Christina let out a wordless cry as she felt it build and build and explode deep within her. It radiated out like electricity, suffusing her limbs and head with mind-fogging pleasure. 

Sudden weakness in her arms threw Christina against the sink. Her body slid over the edge, so that her bouncing tits, suddenly free of Eric's grip, swung towards the faucet. Warm water washed over her chest, soaking quickly through her robe. 

Eric had dropped his hands to her hips, holding tightly against his mother to keep her from being thrown farther forward by his hammering cock. Christina's shaking limbs found new strength and she pushed back against Eric, away from the faucet, straightening her arms out once again. Her robe was stuck against her upper body like a second skin, hard nipples denting the fabric, and water dripped down her body. 

Her pussy sloshed and her ass echoed with the slap of Eric's abdomen as he rammed into her. His breathing changed. He was getting close. Christina felt another orgasm approaching. She risked letting go of the sink with one hand to tease her clit, urging herself along so that she could crest with Eric. 

"Mom! Mom! Mom! Fuck!" he roared in unconscious imitation and drove forward as far as he could go. The cheeks of her ass flattened against his stomach and his cock jabbed as deep as it could go. She felt his cockhead hammer against her cervix and cried out as an orgasm exploded throughout her again. She heard Eric grunting as his cock swelled and expanded inside her and began to fire it's salvo of precious seed into her molten core. His cock bucked and heaved, jetting thick viscous ropes of semen, a never-ending supply that fit her full to bursting. 

Eric gripped his mother's hips, fingers digging into her plush pale flesh, and exploded inside her. He felt himself empty into her, felt the fluids wash back over his length, dripping out of her full pussy to wash over his crotch and legs. And still he fired, blast after blast. After the first few he relented a little, loosing his hold, sawing his cock in and out of his mother's pussy again, driving in as each surge rushed up his cock and erupted into her soaking pussy. 

Shuddering and gasping, he finally released her. Both of them collapsed in a heap by the sink. Eric's reddened, thick cock lost little of its thickness, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a white trail against his skin. 

Christina half turned to her son, beaming, flushed, out of breath. Her huge breasts, rose and fell rapidly. They were slick with water, one of them bare and beautiful, the other still trapped behind the wet fabric of her thin robe. She flexed one long, muscular leg and reached back with a dainty foot to nudge Eric's still-hard cock. 

"You're pretty good with that thing," she managed to gasp out. She dipped a finger between her legs and came up with her fingers anointed with frosting. She licked them clean and shuddered. 

Slowly, Christina dragged herself to her feet. "I need to change my clothes. Would you mind finishing the dishes for me?"

Sprawled on the kitchen floor with his shorts around his ankles, Eric nodded. He watched in cock-thickening delight as his mother sauntered out of the room, his cum dribbling out of her pussy onto her pale, strong thighs. 

Eric lay on the cool kitchen floor for a while, just reveling in his perverted fortune. Eventually he got up, took care of business, and went to look for his mother. He thought she might come back downstairs after changing, although he didn't want her putting on too many clothes, but she did not. 

He found her quickly enough. She wasn't hiding. In fact, as he made his way down the second floor hallway, she called him from his own room. "In here, sweetie-bear!"

He found her lying naked on his bed, long legs slightly parted, her chin supported on one hand, while the other cupped her right tit and played with the engorged nipple. 

"I've been waiting for you," she said. "Do you need to rest a little longer, or are you ready to give Mommy what she needs?"

Eric grinned and shucked his shorts off once more. His big cock bobbed between his legs, eliciting a salacious grin from his mother. He climbed on to the bed beside her, a tighter fit than on her own bed, but not much more so, and kissed her fiercely. Christina lay back, spreading out on the comforter. Eric's chest squashed her heavy breasts as their tongues dueled. 

Eric's fingers grazed Christina's thighs and hips, traveled up her side and came to rest on her large breasts. He cupped them in his palms and teased her nipples with his fingertips. Her skin was so smooth and supple, her breasts so heavy and full, they made his cock ache with need. 

"Mom," Eric said breathlessly, "can I... can I fuck your tits?"

Christina opened her eyes widely and arched her eyebrows. "Of course you can, sweetie-bear. And thank you for asking."

He chuckled. "You taught me to be polite, Mom."

"I did, didn't I? Here, come on up, that's the way. Spread your legs over my ribs, grab the headboard with your hands. Let Mommy do all the work... just try not to put your full weight on me, okay?"

Eric complied with his mother's directions and watched as she gripped his cock in both hands and slowly started jacking him. Precum dribbled from the tip, and she used the lubrication to slicken his cock. When she had his length nice and hard and shining, she took her precum stained hands and cupped her huge breasts. She smeared the excess fluid all through her cleavage before lifting her tits up to wrap around Eric's rampant cock. 

Eric groaned in fascination as his dick was swallowed by her tits, only the head peeking out from between the massive mounds. Slowly Christina began to rub the sensitive flesh of her son's cock with her breasts, sliding back and forth, trapping his hot hardness between their plush softness. Precum squirted against her throat, dripped down into her cleavage, and helped grease the passage. 

Christina tweaked her nipples with her fingertips while her breasts bounced back and forth along Eric's erection. A dark flush began to creep across her chest, and she breathed heavily. She craned her neck to watch his cock, her eyes locked on the thick mushroom head that poked out from between her tits. 

Eric held still, balancing himself atop his mother. He felt the urge to thrust, to jab his hips forward and spear her chin or mouth with his cock, but resisted it. Instead he enjoyed the sensation of having his thick dick trapped within the two greatest tits that ever existed. He flexed his cock, making it buck and throb in its fleshy prison, causing precum to spray out onto his mother's pale skin. 

His mother. He still could barely believe he was doing this anyone, let alone his own mother. The woman had largely raised him on her own, without help from anyone, least of all his father. He was probably closer to her than anyone else in the world when you thought about it, and now here she was, using her incredible body to bring him intense, almost maddening pleasure. How could this be a bad thing?

"Oh Mom," Eric said, panting, "I love your tits."

Christina's eyes twinkled. She smiled up at her son, momentarily looking away from the angry head of his throbbing cock. "Thank you, Eric. I'm glad." A wicked gleam came into her eyes. "Is there anything in particular you like about them?"

Eric chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? They're so big and round and full and pale and soft and pink and perfect. I love how they feel, how they taste. I could suck on your nipples forever. I want to lick them all over and bury my head between them. I want to fuck my dick between them and cum all over you."

"Oh sweetie," Christina moaned. All the while, she kept stroking him with her breasts. "You are fucking Mommy's tits, and you are going to cum all over them. I love your big cock and the huge loads you shoot out of it. I want to feel it on my skin, my tits, my mouth, my lips. 

"I love how strong and hard and hot your cock feels between my tits. I love that you're my son, and that we're doing these things together. I don't think I could be this reckless and turned on with anyone else. I don't think I could cum so much or so hard with anyone else. You have the perfect cock, and it's attached to the perfect body and the perfect soul. I love you so much Eric."

Strange that those words seemed to trigger Eric, but they did. "Moooommmm," he moaned, "I'm gonna..."

"Oh yes, baby, let it out, let it all out over Mommy!"

And he did. Eric finally thrust, just once, and his cock lurched between his mother's breasts and fired a salvo of pearly white semen that arced over her chin and lips and cheek. He pulled his hips back, and Christina shifted her grip. Her breasts parted, hanging to the sides of her chest, still full and upright, but no longer trapping his cock between them. Eric's dick snapped up towards his abdomen, and the next spurt sailed high and long, finally coming down to paint Christina's shoulder and the pillow. 

Eric grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it downwards again, aiming the shuddering head in the general direction of his mother's magnificent tits. A third thick, viscous stream of jism spiraled out from his cock, anointing his mother's perfect breasts. Slowly he aimed his spurting dick like a hose, painting criss-crossing trails of silvery, pearlescent semen all over her prodigious chest. In moments she looked glazed like a cupcake, and thick gelid pools of cum slid around on her tits. 

As his orgasm began to subside, Eric pointed his dick towards his mother's mouth and squeezed out he last few dregs first on her lips, and then in her mouth as she opened up to accept him. She sucked his sensitive cockhead between her lips and teased him with her tongue. Eric winced and cried out at the delicious sensation. 

His dick was still semi-hard as he slumped backwards on the bed, lifting one leg over his mother to lay down beside her. 

Christina sat up, admiring her son's handiwork. Her large breasts dripped with goo, which dripped onto her cupping hands, into her cleavage and down her belly. Her hands swept upward, spreading the fluid around and rubbing it into her skin. She licked her palms, smacking her lips. 

"I don't know why, but your cum tastes delicious, sweetie. I can't get enough of it."

"I have an endless supply," he said, smiling. 

"I'll bet you do." Christina scraped cum of her right tit with a forefinger and sucked it between her lips. "Go get me a towel. Then you're going to fuck my brains out." 

Eric leapt to comply. 

*

Later, they sat out by the pool. Christina was draped across a lounge chair, her body freshly oiled by her son, and her pussy freshly fucked. After he emptied himself inside her, she had tucked her blue bikini bottoms up over her raw pink lips to keep his cum from leaking out. A wet spot formed quickly on the front panel. 

Eric dozed beside her, wearing just a pair of swim trunks and sunglasses. His mother had made sure he was thoroughly protected with sunscreen as well. 

Christina sipped from a glass of ice tea and inclined her head, her blue eyes inscrutable behind her own sunglasses. "Eric, sweetie, I wanted to ask you. Have you thought about your plans for the summer?"

So, this was it. Eric's dozing brain suddenly snapped to attention. "Not really, Mom," he admitted. He had been trying not to, and the constant sex had certainly proved an able distraction. 

"Oh," she said, diffidently, "okay." She turned her head again. There had been a note of disappointment in her voice, although she tried to hide it. 

Eric sat up, swung his legs over the edge of his lounge chair and faced his mother. "Are you upset?"




Ever Notice? Ch. 07



His mother's light laugh sounded forced. "No, of course not."

Eric sighed. "I planned to work at dad's hardware store for the summer, save up some money for school, and hang out with my friends. It's the last summer I have before college."

"I know sweetie. I guess I hoped that you would want to spend some time with me."

"I do, Mom. I will! I have three months before classes start."

Christina nodded. "Thanks, Eric. I'm glad. I guess I'm just selfish. I've missed having you around these last few months, and after all that's happened this week, I was hoping you'd want to come back out here after graduation and keep having fun with your Mom."

She sat up then, swiveling on the chair to face Eric as well. She pulled her sunglasses off. "You're always welcome here, whenever you want to visit. I would love it if you moved out here to live with me again, but I understand how hard that would be for you."

She smiled a strange kind of smile, like a mix of one of her old motherly smiles, and one of her new sexy smiles. "Have you thought about moving out here? There are good schools nearby, too. You wouldn't have to go to college in the arctic."

Eric swallowed. He found himself staring at his mother's magnificent cleavage, a long line between the two perfect globes of her breasts, held tight together by her abbreviated bikini top. He forced himself to focus on the conversation. 

"I hadn't really thought about it," he said honestly. "Part of me doesn't want to leave on Saturday. I want to stay here with you. But, I mean, you're my mother. As awesome as this is, it's not exactly... I mean, what do I tell my friends I did on vacation? Or Aunt Stacy and Uncle Ralph? Or Dad?"

Christina's look suddenly hardened. "Don't tell that asshole a goddam thing," she said. "As for your friends and my sister, tell them anything you want." She stood up, slipped her feet into her sandals and stormed back into the house. She would have slammed the sliding door were it designed to be able to do so. 

Eric flopped back on the chair. "Fuck, what just happened?" He didn't expect such a strong reaction. But he probably should have. 

Eric dragged himself to his feet. He hesitated, uncertain. All of a sudden, he was an eighteen year old boy again. If this had been an ordinary relationship, he would have stalked off angrily and probably broken up with the girl. But he obviously couldn't break up with his mom. For one thing, she was his mom. For another thing, he loved her. A lot. 

And that decided him. 

If he was an adult, he needed to make an adult decision. Not just what was best for him, but what was best for them. And he knew, in his heart, what that meant. 

Eric marched into the house, a man on a mission. His mother hadn't gotten far, just to the living room. She was curled up on the couch, crying. Softly, quietly, muffled by her arm and the back of the couch. 

He stood there a moment, struck dumb by her grief, feeling a mixture of emotions. A pain in his chest at the knowledge that he had made her feel this way, an unbridled lust in his groin at her beautiful form in that tiny bikini, and shame at both. 

He didn't know what to say, so he just sat down beside her. She started at his approach, but didn't stop crying or even look at him. Instead, she made as if to rise and move away, but he grabbed her and folded her up into his arms. She stiffened at first and then relaxed as he pulled her head against his chest. He felt hot tears on his skin. She started to cry harder.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he finally said. Which just got her more upset, somehow. Eric didn't understand. He just held on. 

Finally, the flow subsided, or at least slowed down. Eric extricated himself just long enough to get a box of tissues. Christina took it gratefully and tried in vain to clean herself up. Her face was splotchy, eyes read, makeup ruined. That she still looked beautiful to him almost surprised him. 

"No, Eric, I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. Tears trembled at the corners of her eyes. "For what I've done. To us. I was just so lonely, and I missed you, and you're so handsome, and I thought... Oh God, I don't know what I thought. I liked the attention, the way you looked at me, how I felt, but I went too far."

Eric tightened his hold around his mother. 

"Can you ever forgive me?" she said.

Eric took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "There's... Mom, there's nothing to forgive. I'm not upset. I don't regret anything. I'm... I'm grateful to you, for the time we've had together. That I hope we'll have together in the future. We've done stuff that I never thought I'd ever do with anyone, and it was with you. My mom. My mother. I love you, Mom, and nothing will ever change that. Well, I guess, if anything, I feel like I love you more. Or maybe just differently? I don't know. I'm starting to babble."

He paused, looked down at her. She watched him with wide blue eyes, her full lips slightly parted. "Go on," she said. 

Eric laughed a little, which drew a smile from his mother. "I'm not ashamed of what we've done. Or of you. But you have to admit, this is a little weird. It's not like I can brag about you to my friends, or show you off at parties." He took another deep breath. "And I kind of want to. Y'know. Show you off."

"We can't do those things back home," Christina said slowly. "But you can do them here. We can go out on public as a couple. Not as mother and son, but a romantic couple." 

She sat back a little bit, pulling away from Eric to better look at him. "You can even... you can even brag about me to at least one friend."

Eric's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Christina looked away. Her turn to take a deep breath. Her eyes found Eric's again. "Alice and Tom have been together for months now. It was Alice who put the germ of the idea in my head." She searched his face for a reaction, but all she saw was slack-jawed wonder. "Are you upset?"

Eric boggled. "No," he said after long moments. "Not upset. It makes sense, actually. A lot of sense." He pulled Christina closer him. "So we're not the only ones?"

Christina sniffled and chuckled. "No, we're not the only ones."

"That... is actually kind of awesome."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And kind of hot, too."

"Oh, really?" There was a playful note in his mother's voice. He was painfully aware of her full breasts against his chest, of her hip pressing against his thigh, of the tightness in his swim trunks. Christina's hand slid along his thigh. 

Eric's lips found his mother's. They parted, letting his tongue thrust between them, find her own and begin to wrestle. She moaned as he pulled the flimsy bikini off of her, one panel at a time, until she was naked on the couch. She swept his swim trunks down his legs, and he kicked them across the room. 

Christina loosed a throaty giggle and lay back and spread her legs. She gripped his length and guided him into her velvet sheathe and moaned as he slammed home deep inside her. 

He fucked her. Savagely, passionately, with animalistic fervor. Eric fucked his thick cock into his mother's pussy over and over again. Her thighs tightened around his hips. Her heels beat a tattoo against his pistoning buttocks. Her huge tits thrust against his broad chest, thick pink nipples practically scraping his skin. Her fingers tightened across his back and he felt her fingernails sink into his flesh as he plundered her with his throbbing tool. He felt her heat, her folds, her moisture, around him, urging him on along with the rest of her gorgeous body. 

Christina threw back her head and howled in ecstasy as her first orgasm thundered through her. Eric never relented. He gripped her hips and fucked into her with unrelenting force, and brought her to the height three more times before he felt his balls tighten up and his cock expand and a gallon of semen erupt from him, pouring out his soul in the process, deep into his mother's core. 

Afterward, they lay in a sweaty heap upon the floor, a few cushions and pillows arranged around their entwined bodies. 

"Mom," Eric said, "I do want to spend the summer with you."

Christina sighed. "You don't have to, sweetie. You have your own life, and I can't keep you from it. I do want you to visit for a little while before college, though."

He kissed the top of her head. He lifted her chin with his fingers and lightly kissed her nose and lips. "No," he said. "I want to spend the summer with you."

She didn't say anything. Her eyes brimmed with tears once more, belied by the radiant smile she gave him. 



Ever Notice? Ch. 08



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

*

"You're glowing," Alice said. 

Christina giggled. "I am not."

"You definitely are," Alice said. She sipped her iced tea. "And it's hardly surprising why."

Christina giggled again. She looked over the edge of her sunglasses at the boys, splashing around in the pool. She and Alice were stretched out on lounges, oiled up and soaking in the sunlight, each of them wearing tiny bikinis that barely contained their pulchritude. One in black, one in red, both incredibly attractive. 

Alice reached out a hand and grabbed one of Christina's. "I'm so happy for you, Chris."

"Thank you, Alice. I'm not sure Eric and I would be here if it weren't for you."

It was Alice's turn to laugh. She gave Christina's hand a little squeeze. "Entirely selfish on my part, my dear. My little secret was too huge not to share, and I can't tell you how much it means to me not to have to hide this thing from everyone in my life."

"I know what you mean," Christina said with a smile. She picked up her own drink, liberally spiced with rum, and swallowed. She set the glass down and tugged Alice's hand, pulling her up off the chair. "Let's go join them."

Alice whipped her sunhat off and threw it to the ground. Hand in hand the busty mothers walked down the steps into the pool. Christina shivered dramatically as the cool water lapped at her strong thighs, which caused all kinds of havoc all over her body. Eric whistled appreciatively. He threw the ball in his hand over his shoulder, ignoring Tom entirely, and swam quickly towards his mother. 

He scooped her up in his powerful arms and pulled her into a tight embrace that squashed her breasts against his chest. She slipped her hands up to brace his cheeks as his lips swooped in and kissed her deeply. She sighed and folded into her son. Christina closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body against her, his lips and tongue, the press of his manhood against her pubis. 

Christina opened her eyes and looked over her son's shoulder and watched in open admiration as Alice and Tom mimicked their embrace. Seeing another mother and son French kissing and rubbing their bodies against one another just a few feet away from her created a delicious tingle in Christina's belly. 

Eric noticed her distraction and pulled away from her slightly. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder. The two of them quietly watched Alice and Tom practically devouring one another. Christina and her son shared a secret look and a slow smile. 

The other couple, finally sensing they were being watched, broke apart, blushing. "Get an eyeful, Hendersons?" Alice said, covering her embarrassment. Tom looked oddly self-conscious. He seemed to be looking everywhere but at Christina. 

"We did, Parks," Christina said. She pulled herself out of Eric's embrace, giving his bicep a squeeze before sliding her arm down his back and cupping his tight ass. 

Alice laughed. "This is all a little strange, isn't it?"

The boys nodded. 

"At the same time," Christina said, "it's nice to be able to be affectionate with one another around other people."

At this, the boys nodded. Christina poked Eric in the ribs. "You can talk, you know."

Eric chuckled self-consciously. He pulled his eyes away from Alice's cleavage to look his mother in the eye. "Sorry, it's just, y'know, like Mrs. Park -- Alice -- said. It's a little strange. I'm still getting used to this."

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "Mom and I have had to be secretive all these months. It's a hard habit to break."

"Not that secretive," Alice muttered. She splashed her son in the face. He looked surprised for a split second, and then a wicked grin crossed his lips. He scooped Alice up, eliciting a shriek, and held her up about chest high before throwing her towards the deep end. 

Alice came up spluttering, long hair slicked back, her sunglasses floating on the surface of the pool. She looked furious. Tom's wide grin faltered, and then he turned and started swimming for the ladder. Alice rushed after him, cleaving through the water. 

Eric pulled Christina out of the way as Alice surged past them. Christina laughed. Eric, who had looked concerned at first, started to smile when he heard her. They watched, giggling, as Tom struggled up the steps and Alice caught up to him. She grabbed him by the trunks and hauled him back into the water, dunking him. 

Tom came up out of the water, wrapped his arms around his mother, and his lips found hers. Alice stiffened initially, but softened quickly, folding into her son's arms and kissing him back just as fiercely. 

Eric, bemused, looked at Christina. She cupped his chin and pulled his face down to her lips so she could kiss him as well. Her other hand slid down his abdomen and caressed the front of his trunks, feeling the hardness growing down there. No shrinkage for her son. 

Alice pulled away from Tom and climbed out of the pool. She flung her wet hair back and pulled her bikini bottoms out of the cleft of her ass. "I have to go wash my face," she said. "My makeup is not waterproof, and I'm sure I look a mess." She shot a glare at Tom, who shrugged apologetically. 

Alice scooped up a towel and wrapped herself in it before disappearing into the house. Tom watched her go before turning towards the Henderson's self-consciously. "I didn't know about the makeup," he said lamely. 

Then he noticed Christina's hand under the water, casually caressing Eric's massive erection through his swim trunks. Tom blushed and looked away. "I'm going to, um, I'm gonna go check on my Mom." 

Eric probably should have been embarrassed, but he only felt arousal. The most beautiful woman in the world was in his arms, and he really only had eyes for her. He noted Tom's uneasiness only peripherally, focusing most of his attention on Christina. 

"Do you like when your mother touches your cock?" Christina asked huskily. Eric nodded. He leaned down to kiss her. 

Christina pulled Eric towards the shallow end of the pool. He followed willingly, lead by the slim hand cupping his erection. Christina nudged and pushed him here and there, until she had her son situated on the steps where she wanted him. With casual certainty, she pulled his wet trunks off of him and threw them over her shoulder. They floated on the surface of the pool water, forgotten, while Christina settled down at the base of the steps. 

Her slim hands swept up and down the tall column of flesh between his legs, while Erich half floated and half sat, enjoying the sensations. Pearls of precum appeared on the angry head of his rampant dick, and Christina's palm swept them up to oil his length. Her breasts jiggled in their brief top as her hands moved up and down, caressing every inch of her son's gorgeous tool. Christina panted with exertion and lust. 

Eric sighed and watched his mother with half-hooded eyes. She shone in the sunlight, and the red of her bikini complemented the dark shade of her hair and the bright scarlet of her lipstick. Her cheeks and chest were flush with emotion, and her blue eyes shone with passion. 

"Such a big boy for Mommy," she said, low and husky. "Do you like watching Mommy jack you off, sweetie? Do you like seeing Mommy's big titties bounce for you?"

Eric groaned. "Fuck yeah, Mom. You're so hot and sexy."

"So are you, sweetie-bear, so are you." With that, Christina levered her son's huge cock away from his abdomen and dipped her head. Her crismon lips wrapped around the thick cockhead and her tongue teased his flesh. Eric groaned again, the feelings too intense for speech. His cock flexed and jumped, but Christina's practiced hands kept him in place. Slowly she enveloped him, sucking his raging cock into the warm wetness of her mouth. Saliva and precum mixed liberally, dripping down his exposed length onto her fingers. His cock stretched against her cheeks, making them bulge obscenely. 

Christina closed her eyes and moaned around her son. She loved the feel and taste of him, the way he filled her mouth, how the map of veins pressed against her tongue, how his precum squirted by the pint into her oral cavity and slid happily down her throat. She was truly blessed, to have given birth to this magnificent fuck machine, and now to have it all to herself. 

Christina adjusted the angle of Eric's cock and swallowed more of him. She felt his cockhead nudge against the back of her mouth. Her throat constricted initially, but it didn't take much effort to get him past the obstruction and barreling deep into her throat. His neatly trimmed pubic hair, smelling strongly of chlorine, tickled her nostrils. She held him there as long as she could and then swept back up his length to take deep gasping breaths. Saliva and precum soaked his cock in long strings, some of them connected to her full lips as she breathed heavily. 

Eric braced himself against the steps, trying hard not to float away. Christina grabbed his cock, which had slapped against his abdomen when she released it, and brought it back to her lips. She kissed the purple dome all over. Her tongue lashed out to taste him, then down and around his impressive length, until she reached his full, swollen balls. She sucked one large egg into her mouth, slowly jacking his length with one hand, and was rewarded with another deep and lusty groan from her son. 

Eric's hands ached to grab her head or shoulders, but he had to hold onto the walls and steps of the pool to keep from drifting away. His hips jerked, sloshing water around them both, as she teased him. 

Christina released his testicle and flattened her tongue against the base of his cock. She dragged it up his length slowly, tasting her own saliva and her son's delicious precum as she did. His powerful tool throbbed in her hand. She looked past his towering cock and saw him red-faced and straining, grimacing with lust and need. 

Christina took pity on him. "Let go, sweetie. Let go and give me all that delicious cream." She raised herself up again and thrust him into her mouth, letting his hips rise and fall gently in the water so that he fucked her face slowly. It didn't take long for Eric to grunt and strain. She felt his cock swell between her lips and across her tongue, as the cockhead nudged the back of her mouth. 

Christina held him at the base and cupped his balls, and she felt his orgasm begin. His balls contracted, the base of his dick shivered, and a tremendous stream of jism thundered up through his flesh tube and splattered the inside of her mouth. One, two, quick pulses filled her mouth to overflowing. She swallowed noisily, and almost choked as the third streamer came hard after the first two and jetted straight down the back of her throat. She released him, coughing and spluttering, jism dripping from her lips on her chin and the upper slopes of her breasts, while Eric continued to spray. 

A blast arced straight up and came down on Christina's heaving breasts. More followed, some hitting the water, others landing atop Eric's cock and balls and Christina's hands, while the rest ended up coating Eric's smooth, muscular abdomen. Thick pools of silvery white cum decorated her son. Christina licked her lips, tasting him. She leaned down without shame and began to lap up his precious spend, one delicious drop at a time. 

Eric's cock hardly wavered in its thickness, but even if it had, her lips and tongue and quiet coos of delight would have made him hard again in record time. 

*

Tom wandered through Christina Henderson's house, finally locating his mother in the first floor bathroom. Alice scrubbed her face, muttering darkly under her breath. 

"Hey, uh, Mom, just wanted to apologize. Thought we were just fooling around."

"I'll show you fooling around," Alice said. She dried her face and squinted into the mirror. "I didn't really want to get my hair wet, either. All that chlorine is going to damage my roots."

"You look great with your hair slicked back and your bikini soaking wet against your body."

Alice looked flatly at her son. "Why did you come in here?"

Tom stared at the ceiling. "Well, Mrs. Henderson had her hands down Eric's pants, and I thought I'd give them a moment. I felt a little like a pervo just standing there."

Alice snorted. "And the other day looking through their window, that wasn't being a 'pervo'"?

"Mom, you know what I mean."

Alice laughed. She reached into a handbag and started to reapply her makeup. Just some eyeshadow, a hint of rouge, and a long swipe of ruby red lipstick on her full, kissable lips. When she was done, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her son's arms, pressing her plush body up against his hard muscles. 

"Does little boy need Mommy to hold his hand so he doesn't get scared and run into the house?" she said with a giggle. 

"Mom, seriously." 

"Alright, alright," she said in a normal tone. She poked him in the chest. "But I don't need you scurrying after me every time I leave the room and the other couple starts getting hot and heavy."

Tom sighed. "Okay, fair enough."

She took his hand anyway and led the way out onto the patio. He followed just a little bit behind her, mesmerized by the way her meaty ass flexed in her tiny black bikini bottoms, which were riding high on her cheeks. He liked the way her boobs bounced with each step, too. 

The two of them froze as they stepped outside. Alice involuntarily raised a hand to cover her open mouth, while her eyes widened and her breath came faster. Tom, already semi-hard, felt his dick thicken and expand between his legs immediately. 

Christina sat astride her son on the steps of the pool. Eric's swim trunks floated in the deep end, while nearby the bottom of Christina's suit bobbed as well. Her red furred pussy was wrapped around her son's frankly immense dick, while her feet were braced on the steps and one hand held the railing. Christina pushed against the steps and Eric's cock half-slid out of her. She slammed herself downward, driving him deep once more. Eric's arms were braced on the pool walls, but he floated beneath his mother, his body bobbing as she rode him. Her huge breasts, still mostly hidden by her red bikini top, swung up and down majestically as the two of them fucked. 

Both Hendersons grunted and gasped with effort and lust. Christina threw her head back, eyes closed, and cried out as her pussy lips widened perceptibly around the base of Eric's cock. 

Alice turned to her son. His eyes were locked on the beautiful redhead, but she grabbed his chin and turned him towards her. He blinked, pupils dilated, breathing rapidly. "Jesus Christ, Mom," he whispered.

Alice nodded. "Follow me," she said. She released his hand and marched toward the chaise lounges. She grabbed another towel and walked over to the side of the pool, parallel to the fucking Hendersons who, in their passion, had yet to notice the return of their guests. 

Alice's pussy tingled and her hard nipples dented her bikini top. She plucked at the ties on her hips and peeled her bottoms off of her soaking wet crotch. Without ceremony, she dropped to her hands and knees and raised her ass into the air. She looked over her shoulder at her son, who had followed close on her heels. With a wicked grin, Tom shucked his shorts off and knelt down beside her. 

Alice felt her son's cockhead nudge up against her moist pussy lips, and then he was inside, driving forward with enough force that Alice almost lost her balance. She felt her ass ripple as his abdomen collided with her muscular backside. Tom's hands closed around her narrow waist and he began fucking her in earnest. Alice wailed, overcome with lust and need. 

"Holy shit!" Christina gasped. The two mothers locked gazes. "I'm so sorry, Alice, I totally forgot you were even here." The paler woman was blushing furiously, looking terribly embarrassed, and yet her hips never slowed. 

"When Tom went into the house, I thought we'd have time for a quick blowjob, but one thing led to another and I guess we got away from ourselves. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be, Chrissy," Alice said with a grunt. Her hips shivered as her son pounded into her over and over again, a relentless jackhammer of lust that was already beginning to coax an orgasm from her dripping pussy. "I'm glad you finally got this party started," she managed to gasp out, before her orgasm took her. 

In the pool, Eric's arms reached up, making him bob even more, and he grabbed his mother's waist. His feet came down to the pool bottom and he stood, taking Christina with him. With her son still deep inside her, Christina shrieked at the sudden movement. She instinctively wrapped her arms and thighs around Eric, squashing her titanic tits against his broad chest. Eric's hands slid down her waist to cup the full globes of her ass. 

Eric held Christina steady as he began to fuck her, driving his cock relentlessly into her welcoming pussy. Christina held tight and fucked back at her son, driving her hips forward to meet his every thrust. Water churned up around their waists. 

Alice watched the Hendersons as her son fucked her doggy-style on the deck, his long powerful cock providing as much stimulation as the visuals on display. Christina really was a rather beautiful woman, and her son was a gorgeous man. She knew Tom was watching the other couple as well, and hoped he enjoyed it as much as she did. 

Alice caught Eric shooting admiring glances in her direction, and at one point, Christina settled her head down on Eric's shoulder so she could watch Tom fuck Alice too. Once more the two mother's locked gazes, and they gave one another slow, secret smiles. The smiles that only two mothers being fucked by their strapping sons can share. 

Tom managed to trigger three orgasms deep inside Alice before he succumbed himself. She felt his delicious cock swell as he hammered home inside her, and then he was bucking and throbbing and spraying his precious, potent seed. His explosion set off another inside Alice, one that made her arms and thighs quiver. Unable to hold herself upright any longer, she slid off her son. He fell against her, but his cock slid out, and he sprayed the last few jets of cum across her ass. 

Alice saw, with no small satisfaction, Eric's eyes roll back in his head and his hips jerked rapidly. Christina's own eyes grew wide and she shook in her son's arms. Alice knew Eric was filling his own mother's womb with and endless stream of creamy cum, and that knowledge set off a mini-orgasm for her. 

Eric and Christina collapsed in the pool, as their guests had on the deck, and the four lovers each fought to recover their breaths and composure. 

Christina uncoupled from her son, dragging herself up and off his still semi-hard dick. On unsteady feet she climbed up on to the steps and sat down. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. 

Alice coiled herself on the towel, allowing Tom to lay down beside her. She saw with some pride that he remained solid and ready for another go as well. She reached down and palmed his cock, giving him a few gentle strokes. Tom shivered in her arms, grabbed her wrist, and told her to slow down. She chuckled a little. 

Her son rolled his shoulders so he could face her and gave her a kiss. "Love you," he said softly. Alice, suddenly overcome by emotion, held him tight against her and found she couldn't respond. She hoped the look she gave him was sufficient. By the smile on his face, it looked like it was. 

*

After the furious fuck session by the pool, the four of them retreated into the house. Christina suggested it as a way of avoiding sunburn on delicate parts, which got a chuckle out of Alice and an alarmed look from the boys. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 08



When Eric and Tom tried to put their swim trunks back on, both mothers insisted they remain nude. In solidarity, they removed their bikini tops, allowing their large, matronly breasts to swing free and happy. Everyone cuddled up naked in the living room. Christina and Eric sat on the sofa, while Tom settled into an easy chair with his mother on top of him. 

"I am sorry about that," Christina said. "I honestly forgot you guys were in the house. I didn't intend to kickstart an orgy."

"And yet here we are," Alice said with a laugh. "And I think we all had fun. Didn't we, boys?"

Tom nodded. His hard cock was nudging up against his mother's sweetly rounded ass, and he had one hand cupping a tit and the other around her waist. He was quite comfortable, albeit a little jealous at the glances his mother was not hiding in the direction of Eric's cock. Still, Tom could content himself with the view of Christina's gorgeous rack.

Eric was blushing. He held Christina close to him, and she had lifted her legs up onto the sofa and tucked them under her, hiding her pussy, but her breasts were on full display. Eric didn't like the way Tom was ogling his mother, but he couldn't help himself from admiring Alice's athletic curves either. As if having his naked mother held tightly in his arms wasn't enough, seeing Alice and Tom Park embrace as lovers rather than parent and child had put steel in his lap. 

Christina looked up at Eric, and seeing how red his face was, prompted him. "You did have fun, didn't you sweetie?"

"I did, Mom, I did. I always do with you. Although I guess I'm still getting used to it all." 

"You're still in that honeymoon period," Alice said. "You two are getting to know one another again, and you can't keep your hands off one another."

Christina giggled and traced her fingers across Eric's broad chest. "And how long was your 'honeymoon period,' Alice?"

Alice looked at Tom with that puzzled expression couples share when they're about to agree on something. "Um... a little over six months now, I think, isn't it, baby?" Tom rolled his eyes, but Christina laughed. 

"Six months?" Eric blurted out. "You two have been having sex for six months?"

Alice nodded. Tom grinned broadly. He kneaded the tit in his hand, causing Alice's nipple to pucker. She shifted in his lap and licked her lips, glancing at her son. 

"Six fantastic months," Tom said. "Mom and I fuck five or six times a day, if we can. Honestly, I can't get enough of her. She drives me wild." Alice's full lips pulled into a smile and she kissed her son lightly. 

"Wow," Eric said. "That's... wow."

"Hard to believe?" Christina said. Eric recognized a note of concern in her voice, but doubted that the Parks noticed. 

Eric tucked her closer to him, feeling her big tits squash against his chest. "No, Mom," he said, "it's not hard to believe. It's just awesome to hear." Christina brightened at that, and gave Eric a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. She hadn't done that since he was little, when he had done or said something particularly nice for her. Eric's cock flexed unconsciously. Christina dropped a hand into his lap and slowly began to run her fingers up and down his length. 

Eric kissed her again, and looked across the room at the Parks. Alice had shifted on Tom's lap. She now sat directly on top of him, so that her cute little pussy pressed down on his erection, and her full springy ass pressed into his stomach. Tom was all but hidden behind her, though he reached around to cup her tits and roll her nipples in his fingers. 

"How did it start?" Eric heard himself say. 

"What, us?" Alice asked for clarification. At Eric's nod, she shook her head. "Dumb luck. I came home one night after a bad date frustrated, a little drunk, and more than a little horny, to find my son the shut-in up in his room watching porn on his computer. 

"The door was slightly ajar, and I had kicked off my heels before coming upstairs, so he didn't hear me. I think he was a little entranced with what he was watching, too. I heard a woman's moan, and I knew what he was doing, and I should have just kept going to my room, but like I said, I was drunk and horny, and a little curious. So I nudged the door open a little wider and peeked inside.

"His room was dark except for the glow of the computer screen. He had his magnificent cock in his hand, sliding up and down, coaxing beads of juice from the slit. My jaw literally dropped, and I started to salivate right there. I had no idea my little baby had such a pretty cock."

At this point, Tom's dick lurched between Alice's legs, nudging her moist pussy lips. Alice gasped, Tom grunted. Alice slowly began to raise and lower herself, using the chair arms for balance. Her pussy lips mashed against her son's thickness. Precum dripped from the angry helmet, onto the towel that Tom had laid across the chair. 

"Anyway, that was hardly the only shock. It took a few moments to register, but the woman moaning on the video kept using the word 'son,' and telling whoever was fucking her to 'fuck mommy.' That just made my pussy gush. It was wrong and so hot at the same time. I still didn't draw all the lines between the dots, but I knew that whatever Tom was into, I was into it too. I watched him as he jerked off and waited with bated breath when he grabbed a wad of tissues and exploded into it. 

"When he collapsed against his desk chair, grimacing, I made my exit. I hurried down the hall to my bedroom as quickly and quietly as I could, found a dildo, and shoved it up my pussy as far as it would go until I came like gangbusters. It was only in the afterglow that I started to wonder if Tom might think naughty thoughts about me. 

"So, for the next week, I tried to find out. I started wearing skimpy clothes around the house. I found ways to lean over him in low cut tops, or bend down in front of him to show off my ass. I bought some gourmet lollipops and devoured one noisily and explicitly every night. I bought some new lingerie and some slutty outfits and I planned to have a fashion show for Tom, but after the third day, he scurried up to his room while I was eating the lollipop. I followed shortly, and caught him with his pants around his ankles, fiercely jerking off, moaning my name. 

"Well, what mother in her right mind wouldn't drop to her knees in a situation like that and suck her son's dick until he exploded? We've been at it ever since."

Tom's hands had roamed all over his mother's incredible body throughout the story, and finally, as she reached the finish line, her grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. His cock rose, lining up with her pink, flushed pussy. Without any verbal direction from her son, Alice spread her lips, grabbed his dick, and aimed it for her weeping slot. She settled on to him with a gasp and a sigh and a liquid sound. 

Alice leaned back against her son, turned her head, and kissed him deeply. 

Christina, who had enjoyed hearing the story at least once before, now enjoyed experiencing it through Eric. His cock grew stiffer in her hand with each word, and her grip grew stronger, until she was happily jerking him off. She did it slowly, delicately, to the rhythm of the tale, but she did it with purpose and intent. Her gaze flickered from Eric's wide-eyed blushing face to his huge, angry cock as it flexed in her hand. As Alice neared the end of her story, Christina felt Eric's cock jump and swell. She got her lips over the head just as Alice finished, and the first huge gob of seed shuddered up Eric's length and sprayed across his mother's mouth. She swallowed quickly, greedily, knowing that the next rope would be just as thick, just as delicious, and coming rapidly behind. 

Alice and Tom fucked slowly, sensuously, while on the sofa Christina swallowed Eric's epic load. Alice looked Eric in the eye while he came, and knew he was thinking of her. It made fucking her son in front of him and Christina extra delicious, and she had already orgasmed twice before Tom swelled deep inside her and fired another salvo directly into her womb. Alice whimpered and shook atop her son. 

The four of them relaxed a little bit, although all of them could sense a new kind of tension in the room. Only Christina seemed uncertain about its source. Still, in an effort to defuse it a little, she suggested having some lunch. 

So they all put on some modicum of clothing and the moms put together sandwiches in the kitchen, and they all sat down to have a semi-normal meal. With everyone still half-naked and subtly or not-so-subtly pawing one another between bites, there was a certain air of surreality to it all. At least for Eric. He was particularly troubled by the eyes that Alice kept throwing in his direction when his mother wasn't looking. 

She wanted a piece of him, he was certain. And he couldn't say that he didn't want to see what she would be like in bed. Or on the floor, or in the pool, or wherever. But he also didn't want to hurt or betray his mother, not that they now had this new closeness. And he didn't want to piss off Tom. The other teen appeared fully aware of Alice's appraisal of his friend, and though Tom didn't look angry, he did look about as uncomfortable as Eric felt. 

That still didn't keep Tom from checking out Christina, though. And that should have made Eric angry in and of itself, but instead it made him feel slightly less guilty for wanting to fuck Alice. 

He couldn't resist a sigh. His life had changed considerably in the last few days. 

"Whatcha thinking?" Christina asked, nestled against him. 

Eric thought quickly. "I guess I'm just still processing all of this. Adjusting. It's fun and awesome, don't get me wrong, but this is so not normal."

"No, it isn't," Alice agreed. She smiled and winked at Eric. "But that's what makes it so hot."

Maybe, Eric thought. But it's a slippery slope. I've gone from incest to exhibitionism, and now I'm contemplating swinging.

The boys cleaned up the dishes while the ladies wandered back into the living room, giggling like teenagers. 

"He's SO big," Alice stage whispered as the two moms left their sons. "How do you handle him, Christina?"

Christina laughed. "He's not much bigger than Tom," she said, more softly, not wanting to share the conversation as badly as Alice appeared to. "Besides, the way Tom moves, you clearly have nothing to worry about. And it's mostly just Eric's girth at the base that stretches my poor little pussy... so deliciously." She laughed. "I have no doubt that you could handle him, Alice."

"Is that an offer? Because if that's an offer, I am taking it."

Christina paused and looked at her friend. The two mothers stood in the middle of the living room. Christina was removing her bikini top, while Alice stood close beside her, eyes open wide and mouth slightly parted. She looked like she was salivating. 

"Is that what's going on?" Christina said, a little sharply. "You want to fuck my Eric?"

Alice blanched. She took a step back and held up her hands. "Just a taste, Chris. I'm not going to try to steal him from you." She sighed, lowered her hands, and looked Christina in the eye. 

"Look, it's not just me. Tom would really like to be with you." Christina started, and Alice raised her hands again. "And that makes me insanely jealous to think about it, just like you're feeling now. But I forced myself to remember that he's not just my lover, he's my son. He's going to grow up and move out and find someone to spend his life with who he isn't related to. And I've got to be ready to deal with that."

Christina frowned, suddenly contemplating. 

"Believe me, Chris, I've been doing this longer than you have. The doubts never really stop, even when the sex is this good. I just know I can't be the clingy girlfriend in this situation. My son deserves better from me.

"I would never do anything without your approval. In fact, I'd prefer your participation. And I don't expect a 'yes,' or even an answer any time soon, but I just want you to think about it. To know it's on the table.

"And I'm sorry if I've upset you. You're the best friend I've ever had, and I would never want to hurt you."

Christina nodded. "Well, you have."

Alice gasped. "Shit, Chris, I'm so-" 

It was Christina's turn to raise a hand. "But you're so fucking logical and you make a terrible kind of sense. I worry so much about our relationship, and how long it can really last, and what is going to happen next. I worry about him leaving me. Isn't that awful?"

"No, Chris, it's natural. I worry the same thing about Tom. He's the best thing in my life, the best thing I've ever done with my life, but I know this can't last forever."

"And you think that me fucking your son and you fucking my son will make things better?"

Alice felt tears forming at the corner of her eyes. "When you put it like that, no. No I don't." She'd had this conversation with her son just the night before, and he had voiced his own reservations about sharing her, about sharing Christina. But she was horny and had blundered forward without considering anyone else. 

"I'm sorry," Alice said. "I'm an idiot. I should go." She couldn't stay, she felt the need to flee, to escape the look in Christina's eyes, and the look her son would give her when he returned from the kitchen and found out what had just happened. 

Alice was surprised when Christina reached out and grabbed her arm. "No," she said. "Don't go. I'm mad at you right now, but like you said, we're best friends." She sighed. "This whole situation is unprecedented, but I don't think the solution is to run away. Running away is something my ex-husband does, and I don't want you to start doing it."

"Okay," Alice said, her voice very small. Christina cocked her head and looked at her, and then they two of them were balling and hugging. 

Eric and Tom wandered in to the room at that point. Eric made as if to rush to his mother's side, but Tom grabbed his arm and held him back. "I don't know a lot about women, but I do know they don't need either of us to work this out."

Eric looked at Tom, nodded, and relaxed. "Do you have any idea what this is about?"

Tom rolled his shoulders. "Hormones and emotions. You said it yourself, this isn't exactly normal. I love my mom, and I love fucking her, and if I'm honest, I'll admit that I get really horny watching you fuck your mom. But that doesn't mean any of the past few hours has left my head screwed on tight."

"Ain't that the truth," Eric grunted. The two teenagers stared in silence at their mothers. Eric finally said, "So you get horny watching me bang my mom, huh?"

Tom smiled slightly, unsure where this was going, but hoping it was going somewhere where he didn't get his nose broken. He shrugged, agreeing. 

Eric nodded. "I know how you feel. Your mom is gorgeous and I can't believe how cool it is to see another son fucking his mom."

Tom released a breath. "So we're cool?"

Eric held out a fist for bump. "We're cool," he said. Tom raised his own. 

The mom's pulled apart finally, wiping tears and more makeup off of their faces. Eric rushed to grab the tissue box. Christina blew her nose noisily, while Alice dabbed at her eyes with a grateful smile. 

"I'm not usually this emotional," she said shyly. 

"Everything okay, Mom?" Eric asked. 

"I think so," Christina said, grabbing another tissue. "But... I think we need to get out of this house. Let's all get dressed. We'll go to the park for a walk, or to the mall and do some shopping. We could see a movie -- a real movie. Or take in a museum. Let's do something fun all together. What do you think?"

"I think that is a fantastic idea," Alice said. She looked Eric in the eye, and with none of the flirtation of the last hour or so, said, "Your mother is a very smart woman."

"I know," Eric said, which earned him a big hug and a sloppy kiss from Christina. Alice waved her son over, and pulled him into a tight embrace herself. Over their mother's heads, the boys exchanged questioning looks and shrugs. 

Author's Note: This was intended to be the final chapter of the saga, and the outline called for the "inevitable orgy." But the characters fought me on that, and as a result, the conclusion has been postponed. Chapter Nine will be posted as soon as it is finished. I beg your indulgence, as it may take a little longer to write it than it took to produce the other chapters.



Ever Notice? Ch. 09



An Oedipus County Epic

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks.

Christina drove. She took them into town, down to the gentrified area with lots of whimsical little shops and eateries and wide lanes for leisurely strolling.

She and Eric walked arm in arm, while Alice and Tom maintained a discreet distance, the sort that any normal mother and son would show in public. 

Alice wore a cute black dress with a scallop neck that showed considerable cleavage, over which she had a white button up sweater. Tom had changed into a Star Wars tee and a pair of jeans. Eric was dressed similarly, although his t-shirt was a plain blue-gray. Christina had decided on a deep blue tapered skirt with matching jacket, and white blouse and hose, complete with short heels that accentuated her calves and the curve of her ass. The jacket couldn't quite button in the front, but she looked stunning. The blue really accentuated her eyes, as well as the contrast of her pale skin and fiery hair. 

The foursome walked and talked a while, enjoying the warmth of the early spring day, browsing and window shopping. Neither Tom nor Eric could avoid checking out one another's mother, nor the inordinate number of attractive older women and single mothers who seemed to propagate the area. Once again, Eric wondered what secret x-factor lured all the stunning women to the area. 

Most of the husbands and boyfriends Eric saw tended to be flabby, graying, or looked unhealthy. Some of them seemed affixed to their phones or bluetooths, all but ignoring the women at their sides. It all seemed unreal to Eric, like he had landed on some kind of alien world. He also noticed more than a few teenaged boys hanging with these older women, and wondered for the first time how many sons and mothers were doing what he, Christina, Alice, and Tom were doing. The surreality of it all made him dizzy. 

They did bump into one younger guy who seemed to have his act together. Shorter than Tom, he was blond and bespectacled, but in good shape and seemed to enjoy the company of the woman with him. And who wouldn't? She was slightly taller than him, long-limbed, pretty in a pugnacious way, with long wavy auburn hair and tits even larger than Christina's. They were pushing a baby carriage out of a shop when Alice noticed them and waved. "My lawyer's son and his wife," she explained. 

The couple with the carriage swung over to exchange pleasantries, and Alice introduced Bill Smith and his wife Karen to her son Tom and her friends Christina and Eric. She didn't identify the Hendersons as mother and son, but there seemed to be some glitter of understanding in Bill's eyes when he shook Eric's hand. Understanding, and a complete lack of judgement. 

"How was your mom's sabbatical?" Alice asked Bill, as Christina cooed over the baby, and Karen showed off her 3-month old daughter, Janey. Eric wasn't terribly interested in the kid, but he made small talk with Bill, who, while a proud parent himself, was willing to talk video games and sports with Eric. Bill was only a senior at the local university, which surprised Eric. He decided to ask Bill a few pointed questions about the school. 

He didn't think that his mother noticed, but he caught her beaming at him from across the carriage while he talked to Bill. That image gave him weird and uncomfortable thoughts and derailed the conversation. Luckily he was saved by the baby's wail. 

Tom grew silent as the women chatted and Bill and Eric talked. There was something special about this little family unit, with the mom and the dad and the baby, which struck him deeply. He looked at his mother, and how her face lit up at the cute little girl, and he was reminded again of how much he truly loved and admired her, how much he wanted her to be happy, and how much he wanted to be the man who made her so. Crazy thoughts occurred to him, thoughts that made him half-hard and dazed with love and lust, but he came back to himself suddenly as Janey began to cry.

"She's getting hungry," Karen explained, and the Smith's excused themselves, wishing the four of them a good evening. Eric completely sympathized with the little girl; he would be hungry all the time with a mom like that. He allowed himself a slight smile at the realization that he did have a mom like that. 

Christina and Alice dragged Tom and Eric into a few clothing stores. The moms had decided they wanted dinner at an upscale restaurant, and the boys' casual dress wouldn't do. 

Tom was unusually quiet while Alice picked over the shirts, and she looked up at him. "You okay?" she asked. He nodded, forced his thoughts to focus on the present, and smiled. 

In short order they found themselves in suit jackets, dress pants, and button-down shirts. Eric balked at trading in his red chucks, and Christina relented. 

The maitre de eyed Eric's feet while deciding where to place them, but he didn't say anything, and the four of them soon sat down for an excellent and incredibly expensive meal. Alice and Christina bitched about work, while Eric and Tom discussed video games, movies, and compared their favorite sports teams. 

It felt like a normal, relaxed, family dinner, at least for Eric. Tom noticed a level of tension between his mother and Christina, but unwilling to ruin the mood, he said nothing. He raised an eyebrow when Alice ordered a second glass of wine, but if she noticed his expression, she didn't say anything. 

At last, with dinner over and leftovers boxed up, the foursome returned to Christina's car. "Anyone for ice cream?" Christina asked. 

"I'd love to," Alice said, "but honestly I'm bushed. You can get dessert if you'd like, Tommy."

Tom shook his head. "Nah, I'm okay. Got to maintain my girlish figure, anyway."

No one so much as laughed politely at Tom's lame joke, which made him a little self-conscious. Christina barely heard him, scrutinizing her friend instead. "Are you sure?" Christina asked. "My treat?"

Alice demurred. "Thank you, Chris, but no. It's been a lovely evening after a long day, and I'd just like to get home and unwind a little bit." She smiled slightly. "With my son."

Christina nodded. She started to smile too, turning to grab one of Eric's hands. "Yeah, okay, I know what you mean. I guess skipping dessert isn't a bad idea."

The Parks recovered their car from Christina's place and bid them good night. While Eric and Christina walked around the house towards the pool in the backyard, Tom took the wheel and headed home. Although he had his own concerns, he wasn't ready to voice them yet. Instead, he wanted to know what was going on between his mother and Christina.

"So... you wanna tell me what happened?" Tom asked after pulling out of the driveway. He sensed more than saw his mother's sharp look. There weren't a lot of street lights in their neighborhood, and the interior of the car was entirely dark. 

Alice sighed. "I did something stupid."

"How stupid?"

"Thomas. Is that any way to talk to your mother? I should wash your mouth out with soap."

"Don't try to change the subject."

"You are an impertinent boy. Who's the parent here?"

"Apparently I am. You still haven't answered my question."

They had made it home during the short conversation. Tom turned into the driveway, parked the car, and shut the engine off. He didn't open the door. Instead, he shifted in his seat and looked at the silhouette of his mother. 

Alice sighed again. "I was... I made a play for Eric. To Christina. I mean, I offered to take him off her hands."

"Jesus, Mom," Tom barked. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, wounded more deeply than he expected he would be at the idea. "I thought we talked about this, and that we both agreed that would be a bad idea."

"Yeah, well, I said it was stupid. Besides, I was horny, and not really thinking straight. You should know all about that."

It was Tom's turn to sigh, and if he sounded more than a bit like his mother in doing so, that was hardly surprising. He hesitated, but plunged forward. "Are you saying that what we have, what we do, is a stupid idea?"

"No!" Alice said quickly. "No, that's not what I meant."

Tom wasn't sure he believed her. He started to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to open the door, flee the conversation, escape into the house and a video game or a movie or something. But he forced himself to plough on. "Mom. Am I... am I not enough for you?"

A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the darkened car. "No, Thomas," Alice said. She paused, took a deep breath. "The opposite, in fact. You're too much for me."

The sick feeling was getting stronger. "What does that mean?"

"It means... it means that I love you very much. So much that it scares me sometimes. You're my son, and even though you drive me crazy on a regular basis, I love you with all my heart. But at the same time, you're my lover. And not just any lover, but the most sexually compatible partner that I've ever been with. And even after all this time, even though I am much older than you and your mother to boot, you're not tired of me. You still love me."

Tom reached out a suddenly shaky hand, and felt his mother grasp it in the darkness. "Of course I do, Mom."

"But," she said, "You're about to graduate high school and go to college and start your life. You're going to leave me, like every other man does. Only, in your case, you're supposed to leave me. And I'm supposed to be okay with it. 

"And I'm trying, Tommy. I'm trying to be okay with it. And to make myself be okay with it, I tried to force something that can't be forced. I mean, okay, if I had to admit it, I think Eric is gorgeous and I would enjoy being with him... but I know it would just be a fling. He's not my son. He's not my Tommy." 

Tom knew Alice was crying now. He squeezed her hand, momentarily speechless. 

"And I know you want to be with Christina, and I thought that would help me too. I was being stupid and horny and selfish, and I hurt Christina, and now I'm hurting you, and I just feel awful."

"Mom," Tom said, finally finding his voice. "I keep trying to tell you, and you never listen to me. You have never listened to me. I love you. Yes, as my mom. You'll always be my mom, I know that. But I love you beyond that. You're my girl. You're my best friend. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up, and you're the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. 

"I'm not going away to college. I want to stay here and be close to you. And I don't plan on going anywhere else anytime soon.

"I'm not sure what else I have to do to prove to you what you mean to me. I'm not entirely an undateable dork, you know. I've had chances to date someone my own age. If I wanted to. And I don't. Jesus, Mom, it's a Friday night during school vacation and I'm hanging out with my mom. Do you think I would do that if I didn't want to? 

"I'm here because I want to be here. I'm with you because there's nowhere I'd rather be. I love you, Mom. And I'm not ever going to leave you."

Alice was crying silently now, and when he was done talking, Tom reached awkwardly across the front seat to pull her into his arms and hug her close. He knew, even though she didn't say it, that she still didn't believe him. He knew because he knew her. But that was okay. He would make her believe, even if it took the rest of his life. 

Tom smiled as his mother's arms finally came up to wrap around his shoulders. "I love you, Thomas Park," she said, muffled by his shoulder, tears staining his new jacket. 

"I love you, Alice Park," he said. His own eyes were beginning to water, but he forced himself to keep an even keel. His mother generally wasn't one for the waterworks, but it had clearly been an emotional day for her. 

Alice released him. "Let's go inside and clean up," she said. Her lips brushed his, wet and salty with her tears. "And then I need some good, hard loving from my boy."

They hurriedly exited the car and entered the house. Alice practically fled up the stairs to her bedroom. Tom allowed her a few moments, leisurely removing the recently purchased jacket and tie, as well as the button down shirt, and draping them across the sofa. He kicked off his shoes and made his way upstairs, pealing off his t-shirt as he went. He didn't even think about the bags of clothes and towels left in the car.

In the hall, he paused to tug off his socks and shimmy his pants down his legs. 

He nudged the door to his mother's bedroom open with a knuckle and stepped into the room wearing only his underwear. 

Alice lay seductively across the top of her queen-sized bed, having shucked off her sweater and dress and shoes. She wore only her sheer black thigh-highs and a golden necklace. She had taken time to scrub her face, but hadn't reapplied any make-up, save for a quick pass of violet lipstick. 

Tom smiled, swept his boxers down his legs, and climbed on to the bed. He was already hard. Just looking at her was enough to do that to him. Her sultry eyes, her high cheekbones, her full lips. Those massive tits, narrow waist, wide hips, and sculpted legs encased in her black stockings. So gorgeous, so desirable, and yet maternal at the same time. And that was the kicker for Tom. That this lovely, beautiful woman who wanted him to fuck her was in fact his own mother blew his mind on a daily basis. The forbidden aspect of their relationship was a huge part of the attraction. 

The bed creaked under Tom as he walked on all fours towards his mother. She smiled and reclined against the cushions, raising her arms up to embrace him as he moved across her. He kissed her on the forehead, then her left eye. Her right eye. The tip of her nose. Alice giggled, squirming beneath him. His erection nudged against her belly, leaving a thin trail of precum on her flesh. 

Tom's lips found his mother's. They yielded against him, opening up, her tongue coming out to play with his. Her fingers danced across his shoulders, down his back, across his ass. His engorged cock bobbled between them, while her heavy breasts rose and fell on her chest, nipples pointing straight up. Tom lowered on top of her, feeling her breasts squash against his pecs, her nipples digging into his skin. Her body was warm, lush, pliant.

Tom kissed his mother's chin. He swept his tongue up along her jawline and nibbled on an earlobe. Alice squirmed. Tom could smell her arousal, and the press of her thighs against his hips encouraged him to speed things up. Instead, he continued to take his time. 

He kissed the hollow of her throat. Her left shoulder. His tongue dragged along her collar bone. He pressed his face against her right breast and rolled himself into her cleavage. He inhaled deeply, savoring her subtle perfume and her natural scent beneath that. His lips found her dark nipples, licked and nibbled and slavered over them. He pressed her huge tits against his cheeks, each globe almost eclipsed his head. 

All the while, Alice's hands swept up and down his back, across his shoulders, caressing the back of his head. She mewled and cooed beneath him, thrusting her shoulders forward and driving her tits into his face. Her hips rose up as well. Tom could feel the heat coming off of her moist pussy. He was so hard for her. 

Still kneading and caressing her magnificent breasts with his own hands, Tom kissed his way down her smooth belly. He kissed her little belly-button like it was a mouth, eliciting high pitched giggles and a twisting of her torso. He trailed butterfly kisses down and along her left hip, and left big wet kisses on the inside of her thigh.

The muscles in her thighs bunched and jumped. She was agitated, eager. Her womanly scent washed over him. Tom breathed deep. He looked at her beautiful, pink, weeping pussy and licked his lips. Tom raised his eyes, looking up at his mother's beautiful face framed by her huge tits, and smiled. Alice's eyes narrowed with lust, and her full lips twisted into a grimace. Tom felt her hands on the back of his head, urging him forward. 

"Enough teasing, baby," she said with a lustful moan. "Eat Mommy."

Tom slid forward. Alice's thighs lifted up onto his shoulders, and his hands went underneath to cup the globes of her delectable ass. Tom pressed his lips against hers, felt her moisture soak into his skin, his nose press against her neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair, and heard his mother gasp. Tom parted his lips and snaked his tongue out to tease his mother's folds, to taste her, to tease her, to pleasure her. 

Alice's heels bounced across his back and her fingers sank into his scalp. She thrust her hips up into his face as he began to eat her out in earnest, his agile tongue finding each distinct fold and lashing across it. He licked and nibbled and kissed and slurped, rewarded with a flood of her juices that would not ebb. She was coming already, and he hadn't so much as breathed on her clit. 

Tom drank up her offering with an inner smile, delighted with himself that he could make her feel so good. Just as she began to relax, and a dreamy, satisfied grin slid across her face, Tom gripped her ass cheeks tightly, and dragged his long tongue up from the base of her weeping gash to the top. The tip of his tongue grazed her sensitive clit and Alice screamed. Tom kissed the little nubbin, trapping it between his lips, and began to gently suck. 

Alice went wild. Tom was sure he would have bruises on his back, and he wondered if her nails would leave scars in his scalp. He held on tightly to her ass as Alice's hips rose and fell, a monster orgasm shaking her from head to toe. When the aftershocks faded, Tom pulled himself away. He sat back on the bed, proud cock angrily erect and throbbing between his legs as he surveyed his handiwork. 

Alice sprawled in the middle of the bed, a boneless heap. Her large breasts rose and fell rapidly as she fought to get her breath. But she wasn't done, any more than her son was. She pointed at his crotch. "That cock," she gasped, "needs to be in this pussy. NOW."

Tom smirked, some of his old confidence returning, and fell upon his mother once more. Her legs spread beneath him, and one hand reached down to grip his length and guide him to her sacred hole. Her fingers felt like fire as they wrapped around his length. He was ready to explode, and knew he wouldn't last too long for this first bout of the evening. 

He felt her lips part as his glans nudged them aside, felt the delicious wet heat of his mother's pussy envelop him as he sank to the hilt into her in one smooth stroke. Tom grunted and Alice gasped. He looked into her eyes and saw love and lust and something else he couldn't quite identify. She smiled at him in that way she did, the way that made a tingle run down his spine. He smiled back at her and leaned forward to kiss her. His lips, still coated with her own juices, met hers, and she opened her mouth wide to spear him with her tongue, to taste the result of her orgasm on her son's face. 

While they kissed, Tom began to slowly thrust in and out of his mother. His cock sawed deep, driving forward. Alice's hips met every thrust, urging him on. 

Tom thought of the Smiths, and the little baby they had, and how happy and right and perfect their family looked. And he wished he could have that with the woman he loved. He wished he could give Alice a baby. And in that moment he erupted. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue dueling with hers, his cock buried deep inside her, aching for her womb, his full balls slapping against her ass. His cock throbbed and swelled and exploded, sending spiraling jets of jism deep into her core. Thick, swirling jets that roared out of him and splattered her insides, filling her up to the brim. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 09



Alice held him tight against her as he came, and though she didn't have another big orgasm, she felt a small one go off as he pumped his potent seed into her over and over again. After the first half dozen explosions, Tom began to saw back and forth again, instinctively timing it so that he thrust forward into her depths as the semen surged up through his tube and sprayed outward. A milky froth appeared between them as his spend leaked out through Alice's pussy lips, dripping down the momentarily exposed length of Tom's cock, and stained their thighs and the sheets beneath them. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow slackened, and Tom slowly withdrew, still semi-hard, his long cock dripping with their combined juices. He collapsed beside his mother, who wrapped her arms tightly around him and pressed her lush body against him. She rained kisses on his face. 

"That was so good, baby," she said, "just what I needed." She sighed. "It's always so good with you. You never disappoint me." A wicked smile crossed her lips. "In bed, at least."

"Thanks, Mom," Tom deadpanned. He smiled. The smile slowly died. Alice's eyes widened, expectantly. She sensed he was going to say something important. 

"Mom," Tom said, hesitantly. The endorphins were still raging in his system, and his cock had hardly flagged and was regaining its full hardness with her pressed against him. He could hardly get the words past his throat, but he had to say it, had to ask the question now, while it was strong in his mind and they were both reeling from passionate and fulfilling sex. "Mom, would you ever consider having another child?"

"A what?"

Tom swallowed. "Another child. Y'know, a baby. With... with me."

"Oh." She was rigid, her face frozen in shock. Her arms fell away from him, and she retreated slightly across the bed. 

"So that's a no?" he said. 

"Yes, Thomas, that's definitely a no. What in the hell brought that on?"

Tom released a burst of air from his lips. "I don't know. It's... I've thought about it before. Once or twice. Not seriously. But seeing your friend's kid with his wife and their baby, it made me think stuff. Like, seriously think about it. We're never going to be able to get married. I get that. But we could still start a family together. Have a kid, be together, be a family. 

"You're worried that I'm going to leave you, and nothing I say otherwise can convince you. But you have to know that I could never leave my own kid, let alone the mother of that kid."

Tom looked at his mother. She had relaxed somewhat. "That's kind of sweet, in its own way," she said finally. "But you have to realize what an extraordinarily bad idea it would be. Assuming I even wanted more children, which I don't, I'm sorry to tell you. I've done the mom thing already, and while it gave me a wonderful son, I'm not that eager to do it all over again. 

"It's a lot of work, especially at first. I'm not sure you're prepared for that. And on top of that, there's the issue of not only my age, which has its own complications, but the fact that we're closely related. A baby of ours won't have six fingers, but it could have serious genetic defects, and there's no reason to assume it would even be viable. 

"And then there's the social issue. I'm not dating anyone right now, no one publicly. What do I tell work? My friends? The family? I'm the responsible one, remember? No one is going to believe I just got pregnant randomly at my age.

"Plus, how fucked up is our relationship as it is? I treasure it, don't misunderstand me, but you and I are adults who both decided to be a part of this. If we bring another life into the world, they don't have any such say. But they're still as much a part of this as you or I.

"So, no Tommy, I'm sorry. You and I are never going to have a child. I hope you're not too upset by that."

Tom felt a constriction in his chest growing tighter as Alice talked. But when she finished, he suddenly felt it release. He took a deep breath. He looked at her again. "You've thought about this."

"Of course I have. We're careful, but we're not as careful as we could be, and you've got Grade A baby-making juice pumping out of that gorgeous hunk of meat you have there. It's not like I've had my tubes tied. Something could happen."

"No, that's not what I meant. You have thought about this. A lot. I recognize that note in your voice. You're not just trying to convince me, but you're trying to convince yourself."

It was Alice's turn to look away. "Maybe. Maybe I am. But you still have to admit, it would be a bad idea."

Tom shifted on the bed. He slid closer to his mother. She did not retreat. She turned to look at him as he reached out and pulled her close. 

"I hear objections. I hear arguments. But I can think of solutions."

"Oh, you can? My son, the barely squeaking-by senior in high school, can think of solutions?"

Tom sighed. "Maybe not right now. Or even tomorrow or the next day. But. I think you have to admit, this is something worth thinking about. Something worth talking about. Something worth looking into."

Alice looked up into her son's blue eyes. So much like her ex-husbands, and yet so different. Tom was growing up. He had been an adult for some time now, but he was finally starting to grow up. 

"Okay," she said in a quiet voice. "We'll think about it." In her mind, that was the end of the discussion, and she hoped Tom would leave it at that. She reached between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his rampant cock, still damp and sticky from their combined juices. 

"In the meantime, let's think about getting this thing to lie down and go to sleep."

Tom smirked. "Not going to happen, so long as you're with me, Mom." He kissed her, and she kissed him back. 

*

Christina watched Alice and Tom back out of her driveway. 

"Everything okay, Mom?" Eric asked. 

"Mmm-hmmm," Christina said noncommittally. She smiled, turning to her son, and took his hand in hers. She led him down the driveway around to the back of the house. Without the house lights on, the backyard was dark and quiet. However, it was a clear night and the moon was high, creating a silver light that glimmered off the surface of the pool. 

Christina stopped when they reached the patio. She turned to her son. 

"Tomorrow, you're leaving me. You're getting on a plane and flying back to the Great White North."

Eric smiled. "Yeah, but only to finish my senior year. Then I'm here for the summer. Maybe for good."

Christina smiled as well, pleased by Eric's enthusiasm. "Still, this is the last night we'll have for a while. I want this to be special."

Eric stepped closer, putting his hands on his mother's hips. "Every moment with you is special, Mom."

Christina giggled like a school girl and looked away. "Don't lay it on so thick, Romeo."

"I'm serious, Mom. This whole week, well, especially the last few days, have been amazing. I've loved every minute of it. North Dakota is going to be unbearable, and not because it's still winter there. It's because I'll be missing you every minute I'm not with you." He leaned down and found her lips. They yielded to his pressure, parting to let him taste her. A hand came up to run along his neck and curl into his hair. 

When they parted, both were flushed and breathing heavily. "What you do to me," Christina said breathlessly. "I love you so much, Eric."

"I love you too, Mom."

She smiled, white teeth gleaming between her ruby red lips. She put her hands on Eric's shoulders and kissed him lightly. She smoothed the lapels on his new jacket. "You look so handsome all dressed up. I should get you in a suit more often. Although we should probably have a tailor look at it, it's a little tight across those big shoulders of yours."

Her hands glided down his chest towards his waist. Eric felt her fingers on the buckle, loosening. She tugged the belt through the loops. Christina smiled broadly again. She shrugged her shoulders, pulled her jacket off and folded it. She knelt down in front of Eric, using the jacket as a pad for her knees. 

Eric's zipper rasped. She pulled the fly open and reached into his boxers to pull his hardening cock free. The evening air was cool on his exposed flesh, but his mother's fingers were warm where they curled around him, slowly jacking him to greater hardness. 

Eric watched as his beautiful mother sat on her knees and jerked off his thickening cock. "Mom," he said, "Mom, I want to see your tits."

"Of course, sweetie," Christina said with a sultry smile. With her right hand still tight around him, her left hand reached up to unbutton her blouse, down to her navel. She pulled the collar down, baring her shoulders, and opening the shirt up. Her gorgeous breasts, encased in a lacy white bra, heaved like rolling tanks as she breathed. The dark line of her cleavage, an acre long, beckoned to him. 

Christina wrapped both hands around her son's thick stalk and levered it down to her lips. Eric felt her hot breath wash over him a moment before her lips touched him. They parted and she gave a wet, sucking kiss to the angry purple head. Her tongue teased the rubbery surface. Precum jetted from the tip, coating her lips and tongue. 

Slowly she swallowed him. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his cock. Her cheeks pressed in around him. Christina's full red lips widened perceptibly as her son's cock sank further into her hot, wet, sucking mouth. Eric groaned. He felt his cockhead nudge against the back of her mouth, felt her throat close around it. 

Eric watched Christina's full, meaty breasts jiggle in their bra cups as she sucked him off. It was almost hypnotic. He wished she had divested herself of shirt and bra completely, but he had to admit the current view was not bad. Christina cupped Eric's full balls and rolled them in her palm, while her other hand encircled the base of his cock and squeezed gently. His cock sank further into her throat. Christina's eyes watered, but her gaze never wavered. Her beautiful blue eyes stayed locked on her son's.

Christina's hand fell away and her nose settled into Eric's nest of pubic hair as she swallowed his entire, massive, throbbing cock. Eric ran his hands through his mother's hair. He fought the instinct to hold her there, to start fucking her face, but he didn't want to choke her. 

Christina slurped her way back up, nostrils flaring. She released her son's cock, briefly. Her full lips quirked up into a smile, making her eyes sparkle. "I want you to cum, sweetie. Let it go. Give me all that delicious juice. I want to see you spray it on me, cover me. I want to feel it on my skin." She punctuated each sentence with sweet, wet kisses on the length of his cock. 

Eric groaned. Even now, he could still hardly believe that this was his own mother, doing this to him. On her knees before him, worshipping his cock, begging for his cum. 

She swallowed him again and went to work. No longer slow and sensuous, but with increasing speed, almost fucking her mouth onto his rampant organ. Precum and saliva slicked his length, filled her mouth, adding wet and squishing noises to the blowjob. Christina's lips glistened with fluid, and Eric felt cool air on his wet cock on each upstroke. Her fingers continued to tease his balls, urging him along. 

Eric felt his cock grow thicker and harder, throbbing more quickly with each passing second. His mother was mewling now, begging wordlessly. Eric felt the pressure building at the base of his cock, felt the orgasm fast approaching. "Here it comes, Mom," he grunted. "Moooooommmmmm," he moaned as his raging tool expanded thickly, and cum raced up its length to spray across his mother's tongue. 

Surprisingly, Christina swept her mouth completely free. The hand on his balls squeezed gently, while her other hand gripped his thick base and aimed his shuddering cock. A thick, viscous stream of cum erupted from the slit, hanging in the air for a half second in a shining silver arc, before it fell, scoring his mother's flesh, splattering across her exposed collarbone and the strap of her bra. 

"That's it, sweetie," Christina gasped, "cum for Mommy, give me all that precious spunk. Let me bathe in it, drown in it, cover me with it." She moaned and shook deliciously as Eric rained jism down on top of her. His fluids coated her breasts and neck, splashed against her cheek. It pooled in the valley of her cleavage. Her tits, held together by her bra, created a tight seal, and wouldn't allow much of the viscous cum to drip down between them. A veritable lake of silvery cum grew between her tits as her son continued to ejaculate, grunting from effort and groaning out his mother's name. 

Christina felt a mini-orgasm throb between her legs as he son rained down upon her. It was almost maddening, the power she had over her son, the power to drive him wild, to bring him to the brink and over it, to coax such a prodigious and potent load of semen from his young balls. It made her hot and wet and wild herself.

As Eric's flood subsided, Christina looked down at her heaving rack and admired his handiwork. Her bra and blouse were ruined, of course, but it was for a good cause. Her tits were completely painted, and the lake of semen coating the line of her cleavage practically steamed in the cool night air as it shimmied on her jiggling tits. She thought her nipples might be able to cut glass. 

Slowly, on shaking legs, Christina stood. She dragged a thumb across her cheek, gathering up a streamer of her son's delicious jism, and licked it off her digit. Eric groaned again, consumed with lust. Christina admired his thick cock, still hard, and the tiny ribbon of cum that dripped from his slit. 

Wordlessly, Christina took her son by the hand and led him to the back door. She unlocked it, slid it open and stepped into the kitchen. Like a good son, Eric closed the door behind him. 

Still covered with her son's thick, viscous, silvery semen, Christina unzipped her skirt and dragged it up her hips. She wore no panties underneath. What Eric had taken to be pantyhose turned out to be thigh high stockings with a flower pattern band around the top. She heard the hiss of Eric's indrawn breath as he saw her exposed. 

Without looking at him, Christina bent at the waist, over the kitchen island, and spread her legs. Her huge tits flattened against the countertop, spreading Eric's cum across the surface. It glittered under the overhead light. 

Christina felt Eric's large, gentle hands on her hips. He caressed the globes of her full, pale, springy ass. His massive cock nudged up against her ass, sliding through the cleavage between her cheeks. Coated with saliva, precum, and jism, it glided easily between them. Fluids dripped on her skin, almost scalding her where they dripped. Christina shuddered in anticipation, and wondered which hole Eric would pick. She was certain that his cock was too thick for her ass, but if he insisted, she would not have denied him. Even if she'd never done that with anyone before. 

She was almost relieved when she felt him retreat and then his thick cockhead nudge against her soaking wet netherlips. She opened easily for him, so ready. Always ready. And she would always be ready for him, she knew, for as long as he wanted her. 

Eric's hands gripped her hips roughly, possessively, and he drove himself deep into her core in one savage thrust. Christina cried out, sliding across the countertop, slick with her son's cum. He started to fuck her like a natural, like a master, like her master. 

Christina laid her hands flat against the countertop and pushed back at her thrusting son. Her ass flattened against his rockhard abs. Her inner folds opened up for him, soaked him in her fluids, urged him on. The scent of him filled her nostrils, the delicious smell of his semen spreading across her chest and the counter. 

She found her voice. "Yes, sweetie, oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck Mommy, fuck that big cock into me. Make your mother cum on your big fucking cock, your big perfect fucking cock. You fill me up, so full, so fucking full, so delicious and perfect and..." 

She had more nonsense to say, but her voice trailed off into a scream as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her plush form. Christina laid her cheek against the countertop, gasping and blinking like a fish on a wire as her son pounded into her over and over again. Pleasure exploded throughout her body. Her pussy throbbed, her heart thundered, her brain sparked with electricity. 

And still Eric hammered into her. His fingertips dug into her flesh while his gorgeous cock tore through her. 

Eric's breath came fast as his hips jabbed forward, driving deeper into his mother's welcoming pussy with each savage thrust. He couldn't get enough of her. She was too beautiful, too sexy, too wonderful. He wanted to make her feel as amazing as he felt, wanted to coax orgasm after orgasm out of her insanely curvy body. The blowjob gave him stamina he would not have had otherwise. The feelings of pleasure were so intense, it was as if his cock was electrified. He couldn't think straight. All he could concentrate on was fucking into his mother, over and over again, with as much force and speed as he could muster. 

His legs shook. His shoulders bunched. His mother cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the assault went on unbroken. She was pushed up and over the kitchen island by the force of her son's thrusts. Her huge, semen soaked breasts squashed into the hard surface of the counter, leaving a slimy trail behind. 

Christina wailed and shuddered beneath her son as she was overcome once more. Eric paused momentarily, gripping her hips and dragging her only a little roughly down off the counter, letting her heels settle on the floor once more. Not once did he remove himself from the warm prison of her pussy, and she retained the presence of mind to contract her inner walls around him, gripping and releasing, caressing his every inch. 

With his mother settled in place once more, Eric started fucking her again. Christina looked over her shoulder at him, with her cheek still pressed against the sticky counter. Her full lips gaped, and cries of pleasure echoed from her mouth. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room, as well as the wet squelching of a thick cock driving into a soaking wet pussy. 

Christina shivered in delight a third time, her blood boiling, her pussy weeping, as the pleasure center in her brain exploded. Her eyes rolled back and her vision blurred, replaced by stars and energy and light. 

"Mom," Eric groaned. He could feel himself teetering on the edge. He thought he would last longer, but it was just too good, too intense, too amazing. "Mom, I'm going to cum."

"It's okay, baby," Christina said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fill Mommy up. Fill Mommy up with your juice."

Eric grunted. His fingers sank into Christina's flanks, leaving marks. He thrust forward, driving deep, nudging up against her cervix. His cock swelled and throbbed and began blasting ribbons of potent baby batter into his mother's core. His balls clenched like fists. His cock jerked and throbbed. Christina felt every spurt as his jism thundered from his cock, filling her full to bursting. She wished she could absorb it all, soak it up and devour it, but she felt his spend leaking from her lips, coating her thighs and Eric's balls and crotch. 

Christina climaxed a fourth time, driven almost mad by the intense feelings of having her own son orgasm inside her. 

Eric collapsed atop his mother, fighting to catch his breath. Christina mimicked him, gasping heavily as everything slowly returned to normal. After long moments, Eric extricated himself from the tangle, and helped his mother stand up. They were both still mostly clothed, although completely disheveled. Christina had semen leaking from her abused pussy and covering her chest, shoulders, and face. Slick trails of the stuff remained on the counter top as well. 




Ever Notice? Ch. 09



"Well," Christina said.

"Was that good for you?" Eric said, smiling and breathing heavily. 

Christina swatted him on the arm. She looked at him, really looked at him, marveling at how handsome and grown up he looked. She could still see the little boy she had raised in there, but Eric had become an adult. Somehow, when she wasn't looking, her little boy became a man. She could still smell him on her, and feel his jism cooling on her flesh. He had sprayed his fluids on her, marking her, claiming her as his mate. 

Christina reached up and cupped Eric's chin. He leaned down, finding her lips, and they kissed as tenderly now as their coupling had been furious. "I love you so much, Eric."

"I love you, Mom."

She stepped back, looked down at the mess of her clothes, at her son with his pants around his ankles and his thick cock dangling between his legs, coated with their combined juices. 

"Should we get cleaned up, or...?"

Eric smiled. "You look beautiful, Mom." He reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse. He traced a hand through the cum on her breasts and brought his fingers up to her cheek, leaving a trail of silvery fluid across her face. "You're mine, Mom. My mother, my lover, my woman." He kissed her again. 

They couldn't divest themselves of their clothes quickly enough. They laughed as they tripped over their garments and one another, stumbling across the kitchen, down the hall, leaving a trail of fabric in their wake, as they hurried into the living room. 

With his mother naked save for stockings and jewelry, Eric felt blood rushing to his crotch, engorging his thick member once more. Christina swept an appreciative hand along its length. 

They made love on the sofa, just like the first time. They were careful and slow, tender and loving. Eric took his time, teasing her folds with fingers, lips, and cock. Kneading and kissing each breast, tweaking and nibbling on her nipples. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, sucked toes into his mouth, tickled her belly. He licked her throat. His lips and teeth tortured her earlobe, once she tugged the earring free. Eric painted her nipples with precum, made her lips glisten, and dripped juices into her belly button. 

Christina ran her hands over Eric's shoulders and chest and hips. She jerked his rampant cock slowly with both hands, gently squeezing the head and fondling his balls. Her tongue wrestled his, almost to submission, and licked coital fluids off his cock. She kissed his lips, his throat, his nipples, his abdomen. She squeezed the tight muscles of his perfect ass, and trailed her fingers featherlight across his powerful thighs. She trapped his huge cock between her massive tits and swept them up and down, raining kisses on the weeping crown. 

When he entered her, finally, she sighed. Her moist cavern welcomed his towering dick happily, eagerly. He drove forward slowly, inch by inch, teasing out the pleasure, until her thighs shook and her hips shivered, and when he finally bottomed out, she came suddenly. An echoing crescendo that shivered through her pneumatic frame for agonizingly pleasureable minutes, a climax that seemed to build and build and go on and on as he slowly fucked in and out of her, riding her expertly. 

Riding her as if he'd been doing it all his life, or as if he'd been born to it. Christina could remember fucking eighteen year olds before, and that had never been as good as this, as good as fucking her son felt. 

Christina lost track of the orgasms Eric coaxed out of her. She just let each one take her away, driving her increasingly madder and madder, turning her pussy into a scalding, churning thing. Hot and itchy and needing relief. 

And finally, relief came. Eric exploded inside her, erupting volcanically deep inside her most intimate recesses, depositing another unending load of precious cum in his mother's womb. He howled her name in wordless agony as his tremendous cock throbbed and swelled and spat its precious cargo. Ribbons of spunk filled her up, cooling her down, soothing her insatiable cunt, driving her finally over the edge into a mind-shattering climax that took her away. 

Eric came down from his own orgasm with shuddering, gasping breaths. He wiped sweat out of his eyes and slowly pulled his softening cock from the welcoming embrace of his mother's pussy. A flow of semen began to leak out of her. 

Eric was about to say something, until he realized that his mother was unconscious. "Mom?" he said anxiously. Lightly he tapped her cheeks. "Mom? Are you okay?"

Christina blinked. Her eyes opened slowly. It took another few moments for them to focus. When they finally did, she smiled blearily. "You fucked me out cold, sweetie," she said with a raspy voice. She coughed, clearing her throat, and started to sit up. Eric helped her. 

Christina cupped her pussy with one hand unselfconsciously, not quite halting the flow. Her fingers were soon dripping with silvery goo, and she couldn't resist the temptation to bring them to her lips and lick them clean. 

Eric's cock began to swell and regain definition as he watched her. Christina laughed and licked her lips. "I can't believe you. You're ready again already."

Eric blushed slightly, but smiled. "I keep telling you, Mom, I can't help it. You're so sexy and gorgeous." He laughed and added, "And dirty."

"Dirty? Yes, I am that," Christina said with an answering laugh. She traced fingers along her left breast, coated with sweat and semen. She imagined how she must look, with hair mussed and makeup smeared and coital fluids all over her body. "And I do need a shower. A good, long soak under hot water and a good scrubbing. Going to join me?"

"Yeah, of course."

Eric followed his mother up the stairs, admiring the flex of her thighs and the way her full ass moved with each step. 

"So you think I'm dirty, do you?" Christina asked with a laugh. "For a moment there in the kitchen, I thought you were going to fuck me in the ass."

"Really? I didn't even think... would you do that, Mom?"

Christina paused at the top of the steps to take her son's hand. "I'm honestly not sure. I've never done that, with anyone. And you are rather large." She eyed the semi-hard root swinging between his legs. "I suppose we could think about it. I'd have to prepare myself, probably.

"Still... your cock would be the first one ever in my ass. It would be sort of like giving you my virginity. Sharing something special and nasty with my boy.

"I tell you what, I'll see what I can find out, and maybe you'll get a special gift from me for your graduation. What do you think about that?"

Eric's head spun. "Okay," he said finally. "That would be pretty awesome."

"So it's agreed, then?" Christina said with a laugh. Her son's dumfounded and lustful expression was so damn cute. He nodded, eliciting another girlish giggle. 

They fooled around a little bit in the shower, but Christina seemed content to do just that, and although Eric's horniness had barely subsided, he was content just to be with her. To feel her plush, gorgeous body, slickened with water and sudsy with soap, against his as they washed and cuddled. They discussed inconsequential things, kissed and hugged and held one another under the warm spray of water. 

Both of them began to feel sleepy. Naked and dry, they slid under the covers of Christina's bed together. Christina yawned with jaw-cracking intensity. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie. The spirit is willing, but my body is just exhausted."

"I'm tired too, Mom," Eric said, although more to be accommodating than because there was much truth to the statement. 

"I'm going to miss this," Christina said. "Lying close to you, feeling your arm around me." She smiled. "Your dick digging into my thigh. I mean, I'm going to miss the sex, too, but just this, being with you... I miss you already, sweetie."

"It's only going to be a few weeks. I... I talked to that guy, Bill, today, about transferring in to the local college. I think I could do a semester at NDSU, and then I'd be back here by Christmas."

Christina opened sleepy eyes. She smiled broadly and kissed her son deeply. "That makes me very happy, Eric. Very, very happy."

"Me too, Mom. Me too." Christina snuggled in closer to Eric, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed, but she still had a smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep. 

Eric watched her silently in the dark. He felt content. He didn't know what exactly the future might bring for him and his mother, but he felt confident knowing they would face it together. He smiled himself, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.