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Jason and I

By: glenlover



My Fridays usually scooped abundant records in my black book for being my least favourite days of just about every week. What I didn't know was this Friday was going to be different – the strangest of all Fridays I had woken up to –and my life would change forever.

My name is Alison and I'm a married mother of two. My husband, Paul, works for a Software firm, my 15 year-old daughter, Cathy, is still in high school, and my 18 year-old son, Jason, is in the process of entering college.

I roused myself like I had always done for plenty years, right beside my husband, and got out of bed without delay. I brushed my teeth, showered and dressed in a brown turtleneck sweater, a black skirt, and brown heeled sandals. I put my makeup on, tended to my hair, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family.

In 30 minutes breakfast was served. Paul, Jason, and Cathy ate at the table while I remained in the kitchen, packing up their launch boxes.

'Hey,'

At the counter, I spun around and met my husband.

'Paul?'

'Honey, I gotta go,' he said, brushing his lips on my right cheek.

I handed him his launch.

'He's still acting weird,' Paul complained, glancing at the dining table.

'He is?' I said, worried. My eyes settled on my son's back. Jason and Paul had been having problems. Neither Paul nor I knew what these problems were, and Jason refused to talk about them, insisting all was fine. Not according to Paul.

'Yes, he is, and I'm getting pretty sick of it.' Paul grunted. 'I'm his father, damn it. He needs to show me some respect, for crying out loud. What did I do to deserve this? One minute, everything's cool. The next minute, he's acting like I took something precious from him,'

'Hun, it's okay,' I soothed Paul, grabbed his arm lightly and led him to the kitchen backdoor. 'Go to work. I'll talk to him. Promise.'

'Yeah?' 

'Yeah, of course,' I smiled.

An appreciative Paul grinned and disappeared. The moment I heard his car depart the garage I sighed, dropped my smile and walked back to the counter. This nonsense had to stop.

'Hey, mum,' Cathy skipped into the kitchen.

'Cat, here you go,' I said as I offered Cathy her launch. My daughter had my brown hair, straight nose, full lips, and blue eyes, though in contrast, her hair was longer – stopping at her waist – while mine was only lengthy enough to rest on my shoulders.

'Thanks mum,' Cathy said, dipping the box into her school bag.

I assessed my daughter. Her blue jeans and pink check shirt swelled at the right places, outlining her young, developing curves. She was fast becoming a woman and I was proud of her.

'Jenny's waiting. Gotta run!' Cathy pecked my check and bolted out the door.

I giggled, watching her fleeing back.

'Mum,' Jason said.

'Jason.' I referred to my son by his full name instead of "Jay" and offered him no smile. I wanted him to know how upset I was at his behaviour towards his father. But it was a hard act to pull off. Jason was such a sweet boy. He was tall, lean-muscled, funny, and very helpful around the house. Strange. One would expect teenage boys his age to be a handful, but not my Jason; he was prepared to do whatever he could to ensure that I was happy. He came home with good grades, never stayed out too late, and opened up to me about practically everything going on his life.

He was every mother's dream. I wished Cathy was like that. Cathy wasn't a troublemaker per se, but I found I had to anticipate her actions most of the time if I was to keep a disciplinary eye out for her. It wasn't that she lied to me all the time; she just kept things from me so she could gain the upper hand.

'Mum, is everything okay?' Jason asked softly, noticing my grimace.

'Jason, what's this I hear about you being unnecessarily mean to your father?'

'Did he say that?' Jason's eyes glinted and narrowed.

'He didn't have to say anything. I've got eyes. Is there something going on that I should know about?'

'No.'

'Jay,' I groaned, 'you know you can talk to me. You always talk to me,' I pleaded with my eyes. 'Come on,'

'Mum, I'll tell you all about it when I get back from school today,' Jason said, his earnest blue eyes locking on my face.

'All right. I'll let you off for now, but you better spill the second you get back from school.' I instructed, and then gave him his launch box.

'Thanks mum,'

'Go. You're gonna be late,' I turned my back on him. My attention on the counter, I began gathering all the items I had retrieved from cupboards to prepare everyone's launch.

My body stilled when Jason wrapped his arms around my stomach. I grinned. Of late, he had started showing his fondness for me in this manner. It felt good to have such a close relationship with my own child. I was reminded at that moment that I could always count on him to do the right thing.

'Is that a new shampoo? Smells great, mum,' Jason said, sniffing my hair.

'Quit trying to impress me, Jay. You're gonna be late – oh!'

Jason smacked a big kiss on my cheek, waved, and jetted out of the house.

'Bye,' I mumbled, frowning. I returned to my chores, clearing and cleaning the counter of any stains it had received so far.

When I was done I dropped the towel in a drawer, sauntered into the dining room area and sat. My frown deepened. I pondered my last minutes with Jason. My mind was troubled. I knew I wasn't mistaken – I had definitely felt it when Jason cuddled me. Hard, curved, and throbbing. I had felt his arousal on my arse. Jason had embraced me many times in the past and this had never occurred. I shivered. There had to be a logical explanation for what happened. I shouldn't jump into conclusions until I got my facts straight.

My job as a book agent facilitated me to work from home instead of some distant office. I had to look through six manuscripts and get back to their respective authors before the end of the day. I proceeded to my study upstairs, next to my room, and commenced my job.

Four hours into my work, Jason and what had transpired in the kitchen were still etched in my mind, screwing with my concentration. I stopped reading the fourth manuscript and set it aside. I needed a break, a nap maybe. I got up, crossed the doorway, and walked into my room. The first thing that caught my attention was the large dressing mirror I used every morning. I had used this mirror for years but somehow today it stood out in my room as if I was just noticing it for the first time.

The truth is I was actually staring at my reflection. I appraised my form. My breasts, enlarged after years of child birth and growing older (I am 36), held in place by a black bra, stretched my sweater, and my arse filled my black knee-length flowing skirt. My slender, shapely calves, the only visible part of my leg, supported a pair of thick thighs that I considered unattractive.

It had been so long ago since I scrutinised my body as such. I was trying to fathom why my son would find me attractive enough to get aroused. I expected Jason to fantasise about girls his age and certainly not old me. I shook my head and reminded myself about my promise not to jump into any conclusions.

I didn't expect Cathy home today. She had some sort of school project to complete with Jenny and was staying over at Jenny's house under the close supervision of Mrs Lane, Jenny's mother.

At 5pm I got a call from Paul. He told me he wasn't going to be home anytime soon. I didn't demur over his decision to remain at work until much later in the day. Software engineering was such a tasking profession.

That left Jason. He hadn't informed me of any plans so I presumed he would be home any time soon. It would be just the two of us alone in the house for a while before Paul returned. We could talk about the reasons behind his malevolent behaviour towards Paul ... and probably our little incident in the kitchen.

'Mum, I'm home!'

I heard Jason's voice from my study and left my work for downstairs.

'Hey, how was school?' I said on meeting him in the kitchen.

'Fine,' he grinned. 'I had football practice.'

I couldn't help grinning back. That was Jason, a natural charmer. He had got that from his father.

'How was practice?'

'Great. I think I'm starting to gel with the team,'

'That's fab, Jay,' I said. 'So, you wanna talk about today?'

'Today?'

'Your father and you,' I reminded him. 'What's going on?'

Jason's noisy exhale scrunched the smooth planes of his face. He fetched a glass of orange juice from the fridge.

'Mum, I just want you to be happy,'

'Want me to be happy?' I said, puzzled. 'How does my happiness relate to this?'

'I just think you deserve better.' Jason said, fusing me with a set of determined eyes.

'I don't understand where this is getting at, Jay,'

'He's not treating you right. He's not giving you the attention you deserve. You're way too pretty to be ignored,' he said.

Those words compelled this afternoon's kitchen incident before my mind's eye and I cringed internally.

'Mum, you're the most beautiful woman in the neighbourhood. Everybody knows that.'

'I am?' I said, completely caught off guard by the compliment. 'You're just saying that 'cause I'm your mum and 'cause you want something from me,' I tilted an eyebrow at him and folded my arms under my heavy breasts.

Jason laughed at my suspicious expression. I joined in the laughter.

'No, I'm dead serious. Everyone thinks you're sexy.'

'Including you?' I put the question out tentatively. I wanted to know what his cuddle meant. Was it a mutual son-mother thing or more than that?

'Mum,' Jason said, going for his bag on the counter. 'Look what I got you,' he produced a gift-wrapped rectangular box.

'What's that?' I asked. Jason was full of surprises today, I can tell you that.

'A present,' he smiled.

'A present? Why? It's not my birthday...' I collected it.

'No, mum, it's not. But ... remember the money you gave me to buy that new video game? The one I was bugging you about?'

'How can I forget? I couldn't get a decent night's sleep, because you wouldn't shut up about wanting it,' I grumbled.

'Well, I used the money to buy that. I thought you deserved to be treated nicely for once.' He said.

'Is that what this is all about – you think you father doesn't treat me nicely?'

'I think he pays you less to no attention.' Jason said, matter-of-factly. 'You know I'm telling the truth, mum,' his firm eyes dared me to lie.

There was some truth in what he said. Paul didn't look at me the way he did when I was in my twenties or treat me to random dates and romantic outings, but that's because he had a demanding job and we had kids to look after. This was normal for couples our age.

'See!' Jason said, triumphant that he was able to get his point across.

'Jay, it's not like that...'

'Okay, mum, let me ask you this. Do you think you're sexy? Do you feel sexy?'

'Well... er...' Jason and I talked about a lot of things, but my sexuality was never one of them, so I was uncertain of how to give him an answer. Should we even be talking about this? But we were tight as thieves, Jason and I. We could always talk about anything.

'This is exactly what I'm talking about. He's totally stripped you off your confidence!'

'Jason!' I scolded. 'Your father hasn't done anything wrong,'

'He has to me. That's what my little present's for.' Jason said, pointing at the gift in my hands. 'Don't,' he stopped me from opening it. 'When you're in your room. You should try it on. Gotta split, mum. I'll be in my room.' He dashed off.

Mystified, I climbed upstairs to my room, shut the door and tore the wrapper.

'Whoa...'

It had to be the most beautiful black sleeveless, v-necked satin dress I had laid eyes on in a long time. It possessed a rare elegance.

Excited, I took off my clothes and tried it on. When I was done dressing, I went to the mirror. The material clung to my body like a second skin, accentuating my wild curves – my puffed up breasts, my protruding arse, the small bulge of my stomach, and the bulk of my thighs.

For the first time in years I felt sexy.

A knock dismantled the silence, breaking into my thoughts. I pulled a face at the mirror, turned away and walked to the door.

'Wow. Mum...' Jason breathed, his wide eyes absorbing the whole of me. 'I was wrong. You don't look beautiful. You look absolutely stunning,'

'Thank you,' I said.

Though I tried, I couldn't prevent the outlandish kitchen episode from popping into my head.

First, Jason hugs me and lets me feel his arousal. Now, he buys me a sexy black dress to wear. A warning bell resounded in my head. Jason was my son and I loved him very much. Taking this into consideration, it was my duty as a good mother to curb whatever impure thoughts of us he had cooking in his head before things got out of control.

'Jason, this is lovely,' I said, 'but I need to know why you're doing this.'

'I told you, mum. I want you to feel special. I want you to rediscover your confidence in yourself.'

'No, Jay, I want to know the real reason you're doing this. Today, in the kitchen, when you hugged me, I felt ... well ... I...' This was awkward. How did a mother tell her son she felt his hard cock on her arse without sounding inappropriate?

'Mum, I don't know what you want me to say.' Jason said. 'Okay, okay. The real reason is this...'

I held my breath and awaited the dreaded answer my mind had been run circles around all day.

'There's this club I've been invited to and I wanna go there. I've been trying to impress you all week, 'cause I thought if you came along with me and saw that I wasn't up to no good you would trust me enough to let me go on my own next time.'

That wasn't the answer I had anticipated, though it was a hell lot better. Nevertheless, it didn't explain why Jason had had an erection on me in the kitchen. Still, I breathed easy.

'Jay, you bought me a dress so that I could go to a party with you?'

'Mum, I don't have a date. Even if I did, you'd probably say no.'

'Damn right, I would.' What was he thinking? He's 18. There's no way I would let him go to a club.

'I was thinking you'd be my date.'

'What?' I cocked my eyebrows at him. Was he joking? Jason was a very good at practical jokes.

'You'll come with me. You'll be there so you can judge for yourself. Plus, you really need some timeout from all those manuscripts you've been reading all week.'

No, apparently he wasn't joking.

'Jay, thank you for caring about my social wellbeing, but the answer's still no. I can't go out clubbing. I'm too old for that! And you're way too young –'

'Mum,' Jason's voice was firm. 'I've shared everything with you. I don't sneak behind your back like most kids do with their mums, so I expect you to return the favour by trusting me. I could be at this party right now as we speak and you wouldn't know a thing. Would you rather I lied to you? Is that what you want, 'cause I could – trust me. It's an art perfected by teenagers.'

My heart picked up pace at the Jason's threat. Sure, I could ground him, but that wouldn't stop him from creeping out. Subsequently, I would lose his trust. He would stop telling me things and shut me out of his private affairs. If there was one thing I cherished about my relationship with Jason, it was our close connection – how I was able to talk to him as if he was Paul, and how he could confide in me. I didn't want to destroy something so beautiful.

I sighed in defeat.

'Okay. This party, who's going to be there – your friends from school? Don't you think it'd be weird for them seeing you with your mum at a party that's supposed to be for teenagers?'

'It's a club, mum. Lots of people are going to be there, not just my school friends. And I'm not really going there for them. I just wanna have some fun. And I want you to be there with me. Come on, mum, you need this. You can't tell me you're not a little intrigued. When was the last time you actually had any fun? When the last time you let go just a little bit, lived a little?'

Jason did have a way with words, and as usual, he was right. I was a workaholic, which was why I hated Fridays. In fact, the only fun I ever had was when I chatted with Jason during our free times.

'Alright. What if Cathy calls?' 

'Tell her you and I went for a drive.'

'She's gonna ask questions, Jay,' I said.

'So?' Jason's shrug conveyed his apathetic view on that prospect. 'Lie to her,'

'Lie?' I chuckled. 'Lie to my 15 year-old daughter?'

'Hey, today you're not 36. You're a teenager, and Cathy's the mum. It's time you started living like a teenager. So, we're gonna sneak outta this house, go to a nice club, have some fun, and come back. Whaddaya say? Are you game?'

I had to admit, I was fascinated by all of this. Jason had successfully made me feel young again. A tremor of thrill raced down my spine and I nodded my approval.

'Then come on.' Jason grinned.

We locked the house, got into my car and were off.

******************************************* 

The club was miles from home and rather crowded. Everywhere, bodies traversed. No one was immobile for even a second. Indeed, some people did pause to make small talk, but then they were on the move again. Varying hues of light flashed from disco balls hooked to the ceiling and revolving on their axis. The loud music blasting from massive speakers placed at strategic locations added to the cheerful mood.

'This is really nice,' I said to Jason.

Jason smiled and guided me past throngs of people. His arm was firmly around my shoulders and his hand rubbed my naked arm. As we cruised deeper into the belly of the club I noticed the stares directed at me. Men, young and old, ogled me like I was a piece of juicy meat. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I shifted my weight so that I was closer to Jason.

'Don't worry, mum. They know you're with me.' He said, his possessive arm welcoming me. I felt safe.

We arrived at one of the abundant bars in the club where Jason ordered vodka and coke for me and orange juice for himself. That got me laughing.

'What?' He asked, amused.

'You're drinking juice,' I said.

'I'm barely 18,' he winked. 'Not that much of a drinker yet,'

I nodded, taking his admission to heart with some amusement.

We got a nice, comfy place to sit, drink and watch the masses move to the music on the dance floor. Alcohol and I never made a decent couple, so after a couple more vodkas I was all flirty and loose, commenting about some of the men eyeing me.

'They think you're hot.' Jason said.

'Do you think I'm hot?' I asked.

'Why'd you think I brought you here?' Jason leaned and whispered, 'you're the hottest girl in the club.'

He called me "girl". No one had called me "girl" in years. I squealed inside.

'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.' Jason aided me to my feet and together we walked into the heat of the party.

I perceived the invigorating smell of sweat pouring from the bodies of men, women, boys and girls as they shook and twirled to the songs the DJ spun on his deck.

'Do you know how to dance to this song?' Jason asked me.

I shook my head.

'Don't worry. It's easy. Just grind.' He said.

'Grind?'

'Like them,' he gestured at a couple four feet from us. A boy and girl moved as one, their bodies meshed, gliding against each other in a sensual fashion.

The warning alarm in my head sprang to life but the alcohol in my system fought to shut it down. If I was going to dance like these people then I was going to do it with my son. But wasn't this the sort of behaviour I strove to prevent when Jason and I were concerned? Wasn't I, as Jason's mother, under a moral obligation to stop this? Wasn't this wrong? Wasn't –?


Jason and I



My mind ground to a halt. All thoughts ceased. Jason's hands were on my waist and his groin was on my arse. I felt it for the second time that day – hard, curved, throbbing, and growing like a snake emerging from the confines of its lair. He made sure he grated it on my arse. He wasn't ashamed.

The gears of my mind wound weakly and my thought processing ensued again.

'Move like this,' Jason said, commanding my waist into motion with his hands.

I shouldn't be doing this.

My arse shook softly to the beat.

He's my son.

My hips twirled in circles.

This is so wrong.

My hips twirled and my arse dug out, pressing and rubbing hard against Jason's cock.

This feels good...

All rational reasoning discontinued. Jason's arms imprisoned me. Our bodies fused and we were one. The song steered our movement. I realised how much I missed feeling like this, like nothing else mattered, like I was suffocating in a flood of desire.

We didn't leave the dance floor until much later, after Jason had made me face him, throw my breasts his chest, wine my waist and chaff my thigh against his pulsating dick hidden inside his jeans.

We settled back at our former space. I could feel my nipples prickling as if they were on fire. I was so turned on, it was unbelievable. I don't remember ever feeling like this before. I think it had to do with the fear that my son was directly responsible mixed with the excitement of rediscovering my sexuality.

A few drinks later and we were off to the car park and on our way home. Jason didn't say a word throughout the drive. By now most of the effect of the alcohol had worn off, giving me leeway to contemplate the consequences of my actions.

I was more than ashamed. I had engaged in a sexual act with my son. Above all, I had motivated him when I should have stood my ground and said no. The entire blame was on me; none of this was Jason's fault. I should know better.

We got home to find the house empty. Thank God. I wasn't in the right state of mind to explain to Paul why I was dressed in a form-fitting dress and coming back at this ungodly hour with my son. Jason mumbled a quick goodnight and went upstairs.

Oh, no, it had begun. I had heard of cases where foul mothers had forced their way on their sons sexually and scarred these young boys for life. Was that what I had done to Jason? My head was spinning. What do I do now? What would people think of me? My family – my husband would leave me. My daughter would never speak to me again. I would become another one of society's pariahs.

I made a cup of coffee and drank to calm my nerves. I needed to fix this. I couldn't bear the thought of being accountable for destroying my son's life. After washing the mug, I went upstairs to change. I chucked the dress in the deepest part of my wardrobe. I never wanted to see it again. Ever. I didn't have time to wear a night gown. I picked up my robe, concealed my black bra and panties, and left for Jason's room.

I knocked and called gently, 'Honey?'

'Mum?'

'May I?'

'Door's open,'

I turned the knob. Inside, Jason was in bed. His naked torso exhibited an impressive set of contours while the rest of him was hidden under the bed cover.

'Come to thank me for having a great time, huh?' He smiled at me.

'Jason,' I said, sitting close to him. 'I came to talk about what happened at the club. I just ... wanted to say how sorry I am for what I did,'

'Sorry?'

'It was inappropriate of me. I am your mother. We shouldn't have done what we did. I shouldn't have condoned it. It's not healthy and it's not right. It's morally wrong. A taboo.' I explained in the best possible way I could.

Jason didn't say a word. He threw back the cover and sat next to me. I was shocked, not because of his attitude or his silence, but because he was stark naked. Even worse, his turgid cock, looking imposing in its thick and elongated form, grabbed my attention. I tried to look away but I couldn't.

'Jason!' I said, finally wrenching my gaze to his face. 'What –'

'Mum, it's okay,' he said softly, covering my hand with his. 'There's nothing to apologise about. And you don't have to react like this – you've seen me naked before.'

'Yeah, when you were 5,' I said. My face had turned crimson.

'Mum,' Jason said, his gaze holding mine, 'I love you,'

'Honey, I love you too ... but...' I stared at his cock again and back at his face. It was clear what he wanted. 'But, baby, you're my son. There are of plenty girls –'

'I don't want any other girl. I want my mum.' Jason said.

'Don't say that. I mean, how ... what happened? Did I do something wrong?'

'You didn't do anything besides being beautiful,' Jason ran a finger on my cheek. 'I was there with you tonight. I felt you passion. You wanted what happened to happen.'

'No.' I shook my head in disagreement. 'That was a mistake –'

'Then why are you here?'

'I came to apologise...' I said, flustered. Seeing my son like this was detrimental to my conscious mental health. I felt really hot. I needed fresh air. I needed to get out of here. My nipples were peaked and my inner thighs were getting wet.

Jason moved my hand and placed the tips of my fingers on his cock. My hand jerked away. It was as though electricity hummed along the length of his fat shaft. I couldn't believe I had just touched my son's cock. Jason got hold of my hand again.

'It's okay, mum,' his soothing voice encouraged me. 'It's okay. Just feel it. It's all yours.'

'Jason...' My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn't breathe properly. You could tell from the way my breasts rose and fell, like something was about to rip through my chest in flight.

'It's going to be okay,' Jason's voice was soft and sweet as warm breeze in a cool summer night.

My fingers made contact with his cock. I didn't flinch. Jason made me wrap my hand around his meaty rod. I was shocked to find I couldn't get my hand to make a fist around the thing.

'You know what you're holding right now, mum? You're holding the power of my love for you. A power which I'm ready to give you any time you please. Dad, he doesn't understand. He doesn't love you. Not like I do.'

Jason leaned closer to me and his lips touched mine. Untamed fire and desire spread from there all over my body.

'I'd been trying to get your attention for years. I did everything you asked me to. I listened to you. I opened up to you. I wanted you to understand that I was there for you, more than dad ever was, is or ever will be. I wanted you to understand that I love you. I had to figure out a way to show you, and today I did, though my work isn't entirely complete.'

I was speechless. So everything that had happened today had been part of an elaborate plan schemed by Jason. What could I say? Nothing, actually, I realised. His plan had indeed worked, because these past months I was so into him. I always wanted him around me, I always wanted to talk to him, and I always wanted to be with him. He had become more than just my son. He had taken Paul's place in my heart.

Jason kissed me again. His lips captured my lower lip, licked, bit and released it. Then they attacked my upper lip. My lips reacted. I kissed back. His tongue slipped into my mouth. My tongue slipped into his mouth. My head tilted to one side and his to another while we slowly drank from each other.

Jason broke our long kiss almost reluctantly.

'I'm glad you agree,' he said.

I stared away. Though a big part of me really wanted to proceed with this, there was still some resistance from the responsible me. I was still worried.

'Mum, you felt our love when we kissed. You felt our connection. Listen, this isn't just about sex. It's more than that for us.' Jason held my chin and brought my eyes back to his face.

Another kiss followed. We hungrily devoured our lips. My arms wrapped around Jason's neck as I finally gave in to the throes of passion. Jason's hands parted my robe and squeezed my breasts. I would have smiled if I wasn't so caught up in all of this. This was so typical of Jason. Even when he was a baby, he was always fond of my breasts, grabbing them whenever he got the chance. It felt really good to know that he still craved those breasts which fed him so many times during the years after I had brought him into this world.

I moaned sharply, inhaling deeply and pulling Jason closer to me the second his fingers tugged my stiff black buds. His hands slipped my robe from my shoulders onto the bed and went behind my back to unclip my bra. My boobs popped free, spilling into the open.

I didn't break our kiss. Occasionally I would pause to catch my breath, but then I continued right afterwards. This was perhaps the best kissing session I had ever been involved in.

My bra flung away, Jason now had the freedom to mould my breasts however he saw fit. I can tell you that he didn't disappoint. Where had he learned to do all this anyway? It really didn't matter. I loved him so much that even if he hadn't a clue what to do I would have taught him one way or another.

Jason's lips tore away from mine and began to shower my neck and throat. My eyes closed and a long moan crawled out of my mouth to fill the room. My Jason knew my buttons very well and he was pushing them in the right order.

His lips extended to my breasts.

'Oh, god, mum your nipples are so huge,' Jason groaned, supporting my breasts with both hands and squeezing them. He covered my right nipple with his mouth and sucked.

'Oooooh...' I moaned, smoothing his hair. 'That's right, baby. That's a good boy...'

'You like that, mum?' Jason looked up at me.

'Uh-hmm...' I nodded as Jason proceeded to my left nipple.

When he had dealt severely with my breasts, he lowered to my stomach, and then to my panties.

'Here, you don't need this,' Jason murmured and helped me take off my panties. He spread my thighs and gazed at my pussy in wonder. 'I came out of here?' He asked.

'Yes, you did, baby,' I told him, caressing his cheek.

'It's beautiful,' he said and pushed his face forward.

I bit my lower lip to curb my guttural groan as I felt Jason's tongue flicking my clit. Then his mouth was on my lips, kissing them as though they were my actual facial lips, sticking his tongue and fingers in between, probing me deeper and faster. My body quivered. My arse rocked. I wanted more.

'Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes, baby!' I moaned, cupping Jason's head and urging him with gentle pushes to continue. 'Baby, don't stop! Hmmm! Yeeeah! Make mummy happy! Make mummy proud! Uuuugh!'

Jason lifted his head and weight, and kissed my lips. Foreplay was the key. As our lips and teeth meshed, his hands ran through my brown hair, combing tenderly and allowing his fingers to appreciate my hair's texture.

Later his grip on my waist persuaded me to lie on my back. Then his fingers intertwined with mine. I was pinned to the bed, and my head arched one way to allow him worship my neck with his lips. It felt like heaven, really.

As Jason's body moved against mine, his cock poked my thighs, searching for an entry. I wiggled underneath him, intent on lightening its hunt. By now I desperately wanted Jason inside me.

Finally, the head of his cock found my pussy lips. I arrested Jason's lips with mine just as he drove into me with slow precision. The pleasure of having a thick dick sliding along the walls of my pussy after so long made my body quake. I muffled my cry against Jason's lips.

'You're so warm, mum...' Jason moaned.

I clawed his back with my nonexistent fingernails. My legs lifted, knees bent, and heels rested on his firm buttocks. Fresh tears fell from my eyes. His cock was a miracle I hadn't been looking for but thankfully I had found.

Jason's hips rose and fell in a steady tempo. With each fall, his dick seemed to slam on my G-spot. It drove me crazy. I had to either fuse my lips with his or bite one of his pillows else I would scream and anyone within a four feet radius of our house would hear.

Our rhythm picked pace, hastening eagerly and chasing that elusive climax. My wrists were fastened together in Jason's unbreakable left grip. His right hand, however, massaged my unruly left breast. I practically wept at this point and thought I would stifle as I fought to catch my breath while bucking my hips to assist Jason pound my soaked pussy.

Eventually, I came. The orgasm thumped me unexpectedly and Jason was kind enough to provide a pillow for me to shriek into. My body shuddered out of my control and my hips went into spasms.

'Oh gawd... Oh gawd...' My laboured breathing inflated and deflated my chest. I stared into Jason's eyes and saw all the love in the world.

'I made you cum,' he said.

I nodded, aware that his large cock was still lodged in my cunt.

'You didn't cum, Jay,' I whispered. 'Is something wrong?'

'No. Would you like me to cum in your pussy, mum?'

My heart swelled.

'Yes,' I said. 'Yes, baby, cum in mummy's pussy.'

'Thank you,' his appreciative grin was not missed.

Jason knelt and flipped me over to lie on my stomach. He made sure my knees angled my arse high up and my face rested on a pillow. Then he penetrated me.

Another wild ride ensued. Jason, clutching my waist, pumped his dick in my pussy like a mad man out for revenge. His ferocity was such that I had to hold on to the bed post lest I hit my head against it and slip into unconsciousness. I knew Jason didn't want to hurt me, but he was in a different place right now, a place where his greatest desires were about to be fulfilled.

As usual I kept my mouth firmly on the pillow, limiting the intensity of my grunts and growls. Jason, who had maintained better control during the course of our initial round of intercourse, was starting to lose it. His mouth spewed all sorts of words without bother.

'Oooh mum! Oooh muuum! Oooh shiit your pussy's so good! Fuck! I can do this forever! Forever! Muuummy!'

Jason never talked like that. It was okay. I didn't mind. I would be saying the same things if my teeth weren't sunk into the pillow right now.

A couple of minutes later I felt a new sensation as something warm washed my insides. Jason's hips went into overdrive, hammering my fat arse with the sole intent of emptying every drop of cum from his cock into my cunt.

Then he collapsed next to me in a heap. I put my arm across his chest and snuggled closer to him, our sweaty bodies moulding together. We shared a relatively lengthy, wet kiss before we both relaxed.

Some minutes into the night I got up and put on my bra, panties and robe. Jason was now asleep. I drew the bed cover over his waist, up to his chest, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

'I love you,' I muttered and quietly exited his room for mine.

Paul still hadn't returned. As far as I was concerned, that was in fact a good thing. It meant no one had witnessed me and Jason's fiery lovemaking. I took a quick shower and jumped into bed.

As I drifted to sleep I thought of what tomorrow would be like. Well, as long as Jason was in my tomorrow, I knew I was going to be okay.