19 comments/ 137962 views/ 55 favorites Jennifer and Justin By: FirstErotic "This is stupid. This is a really dumb idea, Mom. Let me just call him, and I'll tell him that I don't want it." My son had been ranting for the past ten minutes. I remained calm and tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he had another argument ready to go. "Mom, come on. Just forget about it. Let's call it off." "Justin, sweetness, calm down. It's just a car. It's generous of your dad to offer it to you, but you know him, it will come with no strings attached. You'll finally have a car you won't have to share with your mom. You need this car. You'll be away at University in three short months, and this car will be so valuable to you. I think you're being shortsighted. It's a graduation gift from your dad, accept it graciously honey." "He's a piece of shit." "Justin, he's your da- "He's a piece of shit who hasn't lifted a finger for eighteen years. You've done everything. He doesn't get to just swoop in and pretend like he's father of the damn year." "Justin, he was very young when you were born. He was only eighteen, cut the guy a little slack." "So were you! You were also only eighteen. In fact you were even younger than him, and his parents didn't kick him out of the house like yours did! Mom, you did EVERYTHING! You still do everything!" Justin's face was blotchy and he was making fists with his hands. I hated to see him like this. He was normally such a calm, thoughtful kid. Well, I guess more man than kid now. My little baby was now over 6 feet tall with a square jaw and a muscular build. The only thing boyish about him was his sandy blond hair. As hard as it was for me to admit, he was now a man. I was reluctant to say it out loud, but he was definitely entitled to his opinions about his father. I didn't want to be the one to validate them, after I had spent so many years protecting his father from his scrutiny. The summer before my senior year of high school, I fell hard for Marcus. He was gorgeous and he drove a great car. I was not a shallow girl, but something about him swept me off my feet. My infatuation was short-lived. Once he got into my pants, he proved to be a horrible lover and even worse boyfriend. Even though he was my first, I knew immediately that he was never going to be interested in my pleasure or happiness, only his own. After a few unsatisfying weeks, I broke it off. It wasn't until I was nearly out of my first trimester that I even realized I was pregnant. My parents kicked me out, and Marcus barely returned my phone calls. I moved in with my grandmother, who, like me, had been a teenage mother. She had given that child up for adoption many years before her next child, my father was born. She had regretted it ever since, and took pity on me when she discovered my predicament. Living with her was so much better than living with my parents, pregnant or otherwise. I managed to graduate high school, find work, and give birth all in the year of my 18th birthday. Marcus lived just two miles away, but only visited with Justin once or twice a year, and only for a few minutes. He never kicked in money for anything. He wasn't much of a parent. I knew it, but I never pushed. I figured he would do what he could. Marcus married another girl from our high school, and divorced her a few years later. He would marry and divorce two more times in the next several years. I knew I dodged a bullet when I broke it off with him. My grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Justin was five, and she passed away less than a year later. She left us the house, and we've been in it ever since. A year after her death, when Justin was in school full time, I decided to pursue my calling: yoga. I had been waiting tables and working menial retail jobs since his birth, but knew that was not how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Yoga had always been a passion, and so I decided that I would immerse myself in it, and become an instructor. Within five years of that decision, not only was I one of the city's most popular instructors, but I opened my own yoga studio. Meanwhile, Justin blossomed into an amazing child. He was bright, vivacious, funny, and loving. I was and still am so proud of him. He was the light of my life. I went on the occasional date, usually a blind date that was set up by a friend or client, but the number one man in my life had always been my son. He was loyal and kind. I would sometimes feel lonely, and I was really craving sexual contact, but decided that what I had at home was enough family for me, and I would delay any romantic aspirations until Justin was grown and out of the house. I figured I could always date later. I knew I was attractive. Years of living a healthy, stress-free lifestyle with daily yoga had kept my body in incredible shape. I was 36, but would still get carded when buying a bottle of wine with my groceries. There was a part of me that really wanted to be married, live a quiet life with someone, grow old with them. There was also part of me that really wanted to get fucked, aggressively. Sometimes, I even entertained the thought of getting pregnant again. But it could all wait, I convinced myself. Justin came first. Justin and I grew up together, so i didn't feel as though I'd sacrificed my youth to raise him. I felt like life was just starting for the both of us. I watched Justin pace the living room, and contemplated what I would say next. "How about this, baby boy: it'll be great for dating. You hardly ever go on dates, and I know the shared car situation doesn't help. Think of the freedom you'll have once you have a car!" "Really, Mom? Dating? That's your sales pitch?" "It was worth a try." "This is Marcus we're talking about, Mom. The car will probably be a nightmare." "He said it was used, but in very good condition, Justin. Give him the benefit of the doubt." Justin rolled his eyes and walked over to where I was sitting on the couch. He sat down on the cushion on the opposite end, and looked at me to see what my reaction would be to his next statement. "How about we get the car, I sell it, and give you the cash?" "Justin! What on earth for? I don't need the money for anything." "You can use it on anything you want! Blow it all on a spa day and a new outfit or something!" "Excuse me, kid? Are you saying I'm not attractive or something? I need a makeover?" "Oh come on, Mom," he blushed. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His statement caught me off guard. "I'm what? Come on, get real." "Just stop. You know you're hot. You turn every head in the room wherever we go. If you weren't my mom...." "If I wasn't your mom...what?" My heart skipped a beat. "Never mind." He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and avoided eye contact with me. "Come on, what were you going to say?" "If you weren't my mom I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you." I was truly stunned by this statement. Justin was embarrassed to say it, and I was embarrassed to hear it. I had become more and more aware of Justin not only as a male, and a grown man, but also as a sexual creature. I had cleaned enough bedsheets and washed enough underwear to know that he ejaculated copious amounts of semen. I spent a little too much time observing it whenever I discovered it, and sometimes it even became fodder for my own masturbatory fantasies, but I'd purge such ideas out of my head whenever I became overwhelmed. I tried to disconnect the acts from the person, but in the end, not only did the thought of someone jerking off turn me on, the idea that it was him was sometimes too much to handle. "Well you do a pretty good job of keeping your hands to yourself, J." "It takes some effort." "Oh really now? Am I just that tempting?" "Yes, you are." He was very serious. "When you strut around in some of your yoga outfits, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. It's even worse when I see you in your underwear, or in a towel after you shower." I honestly did not know this. Justin and I had more or less grown up together, because I was still so young and immature when I had him. It wasn't until the last year or two that I began to feel more like his mother, and less like some older sister in charge. I never felt like I had the moral authority, and he was such a good kid, he didn't need very much parenting. I did often strut around not aware of what I was wearing, often in just a tank top and some panties, but it never occurred to me that he'd view me as anything other than the annoying lady who lived with him. The thought that my body might turn him on sent a surge of heat and electricity to my crotch, and I gently squeezed my legs together to relieve the tension. "Well if it makes you uncomfortable to see me dressed a certain way you can tell me and I'll stop." "Ok, Mom. I'll be sure to do that." "You're being sarcastic, aren't you?" "Yes." "Your dad is going to be here any minute. You ready to go?" "Sure." "Do you need to use the bathroom?" "Yes." "Then go." "Turn around." "What? What are you talking about?" "I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom, but you need to face the door for a minute." I chuckled. "What's up with the crazy talk, J?" "I've got a huge boner." My jaw dropped. "TMI. I didn't need to know that." "Well you would have found out the minute I stood up. All this talk about your body did it." He shifted a little, and then used his right hand to adjust his now obviously hard cock in his jeans. I felt liquid flooding my panties almost instantly. The reaction was involuntary. I felt ashamed but I couldn't stop the feeling of being turned on. I crossed my arms over my chest, because I was sure my nipples were hardening and would show through my shirt. "OK, well now I know. So stand up. You're probably uncomfortable, so you know, go relieve yourself or something." Justin slowly began to stand, and just at that moment, the doorbell rang. "Too late. Let's just go." He grunted. "Are you sure? I can stall with your dad while you go to the bathroom." "No, forget it. It'll deflate the minute I see his face." I walked to the door. "Just go to the bathroom. It'll be fine." Justin ran to the bathroom, and I opened the door. "Hi Marcus. Come in out of the rain." Marcus looked...ridiculous. Time had not agreed with him. He tried too hard to dress youthful. He was still somewhat handsome, but after hair dye, Botox, and some really bad teeth capping, he looked almost cartoonish. "Hey gorgeous lady! Come here and give your baby daddy a hug!" I reluctantly moved toward him, and managed to hug him with as little physical contact as possible, pulling away within a second. "Where's our little genius kid?" "He's not little, Marcus." "Yeah yeah but he's always going to be my little genius kid. Still straight A's?" "Yes, his grades are great." If I wasn't so easygoing and my expectations weren't so low, I might be appalled at Marcus's lack of real interest in our son. But after so many years of this, I came to just live with it, and try to appreciate what little attention Marcus was willing to pay him. "So where is he?" "In the bathroom, he'll be out in a second." "I'm right here," Justin said from the hallway. "That was quick." I looked at him questioningly, because he wasn't gone long enough to relieve himself, sexually at least. "Are we ready to go?" Justin was always all business around his dad. He became very unemotional whenever Marcus was around. "Hey! Yeah yeah, come give your old man a hug! Let's get going so you can see this baby!" "After you, Mom," Justin opened the door and quickly opened an umbrella outside the threshold to hold over my head. "Oh, I wasn't planning on going. I figured it would be a guy thing. Besides, I'm not really dressed for rain." I was in capri pants, a tank top, and a very light sweater. "That's ok, Mom, just pull on a coat or something." Justin stepped back inside and swung open the entry closet door, grabbing the first coat he could find. "Um, ok. I mean, if that's ok with you, Marc." "Yeah yeah, the more the merrier! Jennifer, you are gonna love this car!" "What is it?" "It's a Toyota MR2." This freaked me out a little. "Do they even make those any more? How old is this car?" "It's vintage, baby!" Marcus went on and on about the car as we walked out to his car, a very nice, very new SUV. We hustled in to avoid getting more wet. Justin settled in the back seat, and I sat in the passenger front seat. By the time Marcus started driving, Justin cut him off to ask him just how old the car was. "It's from 1992. Hey Justin, that's older than you, kid! Hah, I just realized the car is older than you!" I glanced back to see Justin roll his eyes. I didn't find this amusing or reassuring. "This car is safe, right?" "Yeah yeah sure! It'll be fine. Those things were really built to last." "How many miles are on it?" Now Justin was asking the questions. He was also concerned. "Eh, I forget. It's not that big a deal though, it's a good car." "How did you get this car?" Justin's tone was sounding less and less polite. "I did this guy a solid, but he couldn't pay for some mechanical work on another car, and he had this one just laying around. He gave it to me, we settled our debts, win win for everyone." I had mistakenly assumed we'd just be driving the couple of miles distance to Marcus's house, but ten minutes later, I realized I had no idea where we were going. "Where is the car?" "It's still at the guy's house. We have to get it from him. He's gonna sign over the title and everything when we get there." "Fantastic." More of Justin's famous sarcasm. I looked back, and saw the annoyed look on my son's face. I reached a hand back to where he was sitting, and he leaned forward to clutch it with both of his. His touch felt electric to me. I don't know if it was the sexually charged talk back at the house, but the feelings I had when he gripped and massaged my hand were definitely not maternal. After a minute of massaging my hand, he gently lifted it to his face, and started to kiss the fingers. It felt so luxurious and decadent to me. I forgot where I was a moment, but then remembered that we were in a car with Marcus, and snapped my hand back to the front of the car. We rode the rest of the way making polite, meaningless conversation. After another ten or so minutes, we arrived at the destination in some residential neighborhood that I wasn't familiar with. "Here we are!" The car was parked on the street in front of the house. It looked horrible, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions about its operation based on how it looked. Marcus jumped anxiously out of the car, and made a beeline for the front door. Justin and I weren't sure what to do, so we just sat there, waiting for some cue from him. The front door opened and a woman handed Marcus some small items. The door to the house closed within a few seconds, and Marcus skipped back in the rain to the car. He jumped back into the driver's seat. "Here you go, kid! Keys, title, the whole shebang! The car is yours!" He shoved an envelope and two keys into Justin's hand. "Well, thanks Marcus," I spoke, because I knew Justin was not going to be enthusiastic. "A car is a great graduation present. We really are grateful." "Hey, it was the least I could do for my only kid, right? Enjoy it! Ride it in good health! You can always bring it in to the shop for me to service it. Call it the Daddy Warranty!" Marcus was cracking himself up. Justin and I got out of the car, and hustled over to the parked Toyota. I tried the passenger side handle and Marcus the drive side, and both were unlocked. "This is a two seater. I didn't realize it only seats two." I was not happy with this car for a number of reasons, but sitting in it made me realize how impractical it was. This would not have been my pick if I had gotten Justin a car. I realized I had it within my power to fix this. "Listen, J, you were right. You should sell this. Why don't you sell this car, and we'll go together and put a nice down payment on a new car that's more practical? I'll even make the payments on it. Besides, don't you have some money saved from Gran? And your job?" Justin leaned over to kiss my cheek. "I love you Mom. You don't have to buy me a car. I'll work something out. Yes, I do have some money stashed away. I could easily go out and get a car, I just don't think I need one. We'll talk about it when we get home. But how about I take my best girl to dinner right now in my new car? Want to be my first date in this car?" I loved the way he was flirting with me. I leaned back toward him, and kissed his cheek. He smiled, and then leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. "So? Do we have a date?" he pressed. There was my persistent kid again. "Yes. If you don't mind being seen with an old lady, I would be honored." "Honestly? No one thinks you're an old lady. When we went up the coast on vacation over the summer, you know the innkeeper thought we were newlyweds, right?" "Justin! No! You didn't tell me! I hope you corrected him." "Mom, did you think that comped bottle of wine and fruit basket was just a coincidence or something?" "I can't believe you didn't tell me!" "I was kind of proud, actually. It was thrilling to think people thought we were a couple." As I was letting this information sink in, Marcus gave two taps of his horn, waved his hand, and drove off. We watched him drive away, then looked back at each other. "So, my pretend wife, dinner?" I laughed. "Sure, why not? Since you're the man in this relationship, why don't you pick the place." "Sushi it is." His confidence made me laugh even more. He put the key in the ignition, and of course it wouldn't turn over. "Shit. Really? The car doesn't even start?" He tried again, and after a little sputtering, finally it started up. "You know, honey, maybe we should postpone dinner and just get this thing home. I don't want to be stranded out in the rain." "Me neither Mom. Let's go home and park this thing, and we'll take our car out instead. I'll have a reputable mechanic look at it this weekend or something." "Sounds like a plan," I said, smiling over at my uber responsible kid. Justin carefully pulled out onto the street, and we began to sputter along. "Do you know where you're going?" "Yeah, we're not that far off the highway, actually." "OK good, at least one of us knows where we are. It's so dark from the rain, I can't even see the street signs." "Don't stress it Mom. We'll be fine." The car was making more noise, and stranger noise. I was getting more and more nervous as we drove on. Finally, about two blocks before we would have hit the highway, the car came to a halt. "Shit. Is this the part where I say, 'I told you so' when I said this was a stupid idea and I didn't want dad's stupid gift?" He kept trying to start it again, but it was stalled. It wouldn't start at all. I sighed. He was right, of course. "I'll call Marcus and have him come get us." "Forget it Mom, let's dump this piece of shit and we'll take a cab. I'll call a cab." He got his phone out of his coat pocket. "Don't be ridiculous, we can't just abandon a car on the street." It was tempting, but I decided to be the voice of reason and call Marcus. I got Marcus on the phone after three tries, and with Justin's help was able to tell him the intersection where we were stranded. He said he'd be "right there", which in Marcus time could be hours. Best case scenario: he would show up within five or six minutes because that's how far away he was. More likely scenario: we'd be sitting in the car for at least an hour. Jennifer and Justin "You can get out your phone and play a game or Facebook with your friends or something. You don't need to sit here and entertain me." "I like spending time with you Mom. You're good company." "Well thank you, baby boy. You're not so bad yourself." We looked at each other and smiled. I reached a hand over to move a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. "You're due for a haircut." Before I could move my hand away, he caught me off guard and grabbed my wrist. I jumped a little, surprised at the sudden motion and how aggressive he was. He held my wrist firmly, and turned it toward his face, lowering it to his mouth. He kissed the inside of my wrist, just under my palm. It wasn't a quick peck, but a very slow, very sensual kiss. His lips lingered on my wrist for a moment longer than was proper. "What are you doing?" "I just like the way your skin feels against my lips." My son was full of surprises today. My heart began to pound very quickly. I could feel my nipples harden under my shirt, and all the hairs on my body felt like they were all standing on end. "I like it when you do that. I don't mind. I mean, if you want to do it more, I'm ok with that." He accepted the invitation, and began to kiss further toward my elbow on my arm, dragging his lips across each section as he moved. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back against the headrest. "That feels amazing. You have such a light touch Justin." "Mmmmm," he moaned, between kisses. I chuckled. "Maybe you should stop. It's been a while since a guy has touched me, I might not be able to control myself." He groaned. "Mom, I can't believe you just said that." "What? Does the thought of your mom being turned on gross you out?" He took the arm that he was kissing and moved it down into his lap. With his hand over the top of mine, he pressed firmly into his erection. "What do you think? Does that feel like I'm grossed out right now?" "Justin!" I gasped. I didn't know whether I should pull my hand away or let him continue to massage it into his dick by pressing his hand over mind and rubbing. "I'm so hard right now Mom. I've been hard all day around you. It's so hard it hurts. I can't wait to get home to relieve it like you said before." His words caused my panties to flood again, and I could feel my cunt begin to flutter. I knew I could come so easily if I had the opportunity to touch myself. "I'm very....aroused also. We can each have some alone time in our own rooms when we get home. I'll make dinner later or something. Or we can order in," I kept talking, but my words trailed off. I was rambling. All this time, my hand never left his crotch. He was beginning to move his hips in little circles, stimulating his very hard cock with my hand pressed over his jeans. "That can't feel very good to you," I stated. "It feels great, Mom. Please don't move your hand away." His was stuttering his words. "I mean it can't feel great to be trapped in your jeans like that." Before I knew what I was doing, I began to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly. I moved his boxers until I found the opening, and I fished out his cock. It was huge. It was bigger than Marcus's by quite a bit, and bigger than the other two men whose penises I'd seen in earlier years. It was as big as any cock I'd seen in any porn. It was gorgeous, with a huge bulbous head and lots of veins. Precum was dribbling out of the slit. I fisted it firmly. "Agggghhhhhmmmmmm...." Justin's voice caught in his throat as I released his beast, and began to squeeze it gently. He was breathing very heavily. "Does this feel better? Does it feel better to be out of your pants?" He nodded with his eyes closed. "Do you want me to rub it, honey? Do you want Mom to get you off, just this once?" I bit my lip and expected him to say no. He opened his eyes and looked at me. His breathing slowed down, his hips stopped moving, and he seemed to immediately calm down. "Mom I love you so much. I love you so much Mom. Just when I think I can't love you more you do something amazing and I just...I just...I don't have the words to tell you how much I love you and how badly I need you. Please mom, please, keep touching it, keep going." "Ok, Justin. I'm going to pull a little harder now, ok? I'm going to tug you a little more?" He grunted and nodded in response, and began to very slowly thrust his hips, so he was jerking into my hand. "You produce a lot of precum, baby. I was going to lubricate with some saliva, but it feels like we're doing ok right now like this." "Mmmmmmhhhhhhh," he moaned again and nodded. "Let me know if you want me to do anything different, ok? I'm just going to keep rubbing up and down like this, and squeezing the head. It feels really good to me too, Justin. You have a lovely penis. Do you want me to call it a cock? It's a beautiful cock." Suddenly, he gripped the door of the car with one hand and the console with the other. "Oh Mom. Oh god Mom. Oh god. Uhhh that feels so good Mom. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum now." I realized that in our excitement we didn't plan for his release, and I also realized at that moment that his dad might very well show up at any second. I remembered the huge amounts I'd found on his sheets, in his socks, on discarded t-shirts on the floor of his closet. The last thing we needed was to be coated in semen. I plunged my head into his lap and swallowed the head of his pulsing cock into my mouth. "GAHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as I sucked and jerked simultaneously, and he spewed a massive amount of semen into my mouth. I felt an orgasm take over my body as I was swallowing his. Hot glops of earthy cum gushed into my mouth in multiple spurts, and only slowed to a trickle after I had swallowed three times. I felt a little bit leak out of the side of my mouth, and I quickly moved my finger to push it back in. Once I felt like I had cleaned him off thoroughly, I lifted my head and began to gently place his cock back into his boxers and do up his pants. "Your dad might be here any second. We need to get you cleaned up and presentable." I sincerely hoped the huge wet stain in my own pants would be easy to hide in the rain and darkness. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Mom." Justin was leaning his head back and looked completely drained. He also looked terrified. "No, Justin, no. Don't be sorry, baby, it's ok. You needed that. I'm glad I was here to make you feel better. I know it's not something ok for a Mom to do, so we never have to talk about it again. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me though. Please, don't let this get into your head. I'm sorry too, baby. I know I crossed a line. But you came a lot baby. I know you needed that." "I love you Mom. I love you and I loved what you did for me, but I don't want you to hate me." "How could I hate you, baby?" I leaned over to embrace him, which wasn't easy in that awful car. Before I made it over, the interior was illuminated by headlights behind us. Marcus had arrived in a tow truck. Justin and I hustled out of the car and sped to the cab of the tow truck, trying our best to not get wet. Not only was Marcus there, but so was his buddy driving the truck. The cab was designed to seat two, and maybe a third uncomfortably. Justin and I sat huddled together, embracing each other and clinging to eachother's bodies as the two men attached the dead car to the tow truck. We didn't say anything to each other. But somehow, it didn't feel strange, or awkward, or uncomfortable. When Marcus and the driver came back to get into the cab, the seating arrangement was awkward: Marcus's buddy was driving, Marcus was crouched down in the area between the two seats, and I was on Justin's lap on the passenger seat. As we pulled carefully out onto the street and on to the highway, I turned my head away from the other two men and toward Justin and whispered, "I'm sorry honey. I'm wet." I lowered my eyes to our laps to indicate what I was talking about. I started to get self conscious that I would leak onto Justin's jeans, and that he could smell my arousal. "From the rain?" he whispered back? I looked over to Marcus and his buddy, who were yakking it up about something, and were paying no attention to us. "No," I whispered to Justin, gently shaking my head no. "From me?" He whispered. I nodded my head in the affirmative. He groaned, and pressed his face into my neck. His hot breath on my skin felt incredible. I had crossed so many lines today. At each point, in my head, I would tell myself that this was where it would stop. But it wasn't until he pressed into my neck with his face that I finally surrendered, and decided that we would not stop. I pressed my ass back into his hips, and began to grind. He immediately caught on, and placed his hands on either one of my hips and pulled me in even harder, pushing up with his own hips. I could feel that he was hard again. The feeling of his enormous, engorged cock pressing into my pussy was perfect, even through layers of clothes. When I tilted my pelvis just right, he was near enough to my clit that I knew I could stimulate myself to orgasm. The thought that I was doing it quietly, just inches away from two unsuspecting men made it all that much more thrilling. We continued our little bump and grind dance for the next several minutes, until we pulled up in front of our house. "Thanks anyway for the car, dad. Sorry it didn't work out. I'll be fine sharing a car with Mom." Marcus began to argue, make promises about another car or getting the one we were currently dragging behind us fixed up, but Justin didn't wait to hear it. He threw open the door and pulled himself out of the car, yanking me with him. I barely had time to grab my purse before he closed the door and grabbed me, lifting me off my feet, carrying me to the door. We made it half a dozen steps before the two truck pulled away. By the time it was halfway down the street, I wrapped my legs around Justin's waist and pulled his head to mine, kissing him frantically. Without a moment's hesitation, his tongue pushed into my mouth, and we were going at it like animals right on the porch. While I was still wrapped around his waist, he fished through my purse and got my keys out. He thew open the door and moved us inside. He shut the door behind him and practically ran to the hallway, stopping outside both of our bedrooms. I still had my legs wrapped around his waist when he slammed me up against the wall and began to grind even harder against my pussy with his crotch. I finally released my legs and slid down his body. He began to tear at my clothes, which were not easy to remove because they had gotten so wet from the rain. I had never seen Justin so rough about anything. Seeing him so worked up was turning me on more and more, if that was even possible. The feeling of the soaked tank top scraping over my hard nipples made me shiver. Finally he managed to get all of my clothes off and into a wet pile on the floor. He was panting. He took one step back to admire me. "God, you're so beautiful Mom. Your body is like heaven." He dropped to his knees, and his face was just about chest level. His hands were trembling as he placed on one each breast, and began to knead. "Uhhh, baby boy, that feels so good. I love your hands on my tits. Please, pinch them. Pinch them a little." He took instruction well, and began to roll each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He also tugged firmly on each, which sent a jolt of electricity to my cunt every time. After a minute of paying great attention to my tits with his hands, he moved his face over one, and put an entire open mouth over my very sensitive right nipple. He rolled his tongue around it. "Mmmmm, ohhhhhh, your mouth feels so good." He started by gently suckling, and then alternated to the other breast. He moved back and fourth between the two. I thought I was going to go out of my mind with desire. I really wanted to reach between my legs and start rubbing my own pussy, but I decided to savor the feelings I was having and not rush it. He started to use his mouth more roughly on my tits, using teeth and pulling. I was in ecstasy. I had never had this kind of attention paid to my body. "Please, Justin, can I see you? Will you take off your clothes?" He moved off my breast and pulled his sweater over his head. Next came his t-shirt. Then his shoes and socks. Finally, his jeans and boxers came down with one quick pull down. His glorious cock was standing at attention, in all its turgid splendor. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but again decided to not rush. "Do you want to go to my bed?" "Yes, Mom." He took my hand and led me into my room. The only light was filtering through the window from the back yard. "Lay down, Mom. I want to eat your pussy." He was so forward, but I loved it. I was so happy that he was initiating all of this contact. I did as instructed and got on the bed. He crawled over me, and then shifted the pillows under my head to make me comfortable. His hard dick pressed into my stomach as he was on top of me. Slowly, he began to slide his way down my body. "You might have to give me some instruction here. I'm not sure what to do. I've never done this before." I laughed. "Justin, I've never had it done to me, so I don't know if I'd be much help." "Never?" He sounded surprised. "Then you'll just have to tell me what feels good." He first nuzzled his face against my slit. That alone felt good, and I thought that if he did nothing more than that, I'd probably still get off. But what he did next was earth shattering. He took both hands and pressed my knees up, so that my feet were flat on the bed, and my entire pussy was fully expose to him. He then gently parted my pussy lips with his fingers, finding my inner labia. He took his broad, flat tongue and tongued me up and down my inner and outer cunt lips. I felt like I was going to burst into a million pieces. He did this for a few seconds before plunging his tongue in and tongue fucking me. "OH GOD Justin! You really know what you're doing! That feels soooo good!" I could barely get enough air to speak. He lifted his head up for a moment. "I'm only doing what feels natural. I'm glad you like the way it feels. Not bad for a virgin, eh?" he grinned. VIRGIN? My son was a virgin? I was very proud at that moment, but beginning to feel a little guilt that I might be robbing him of a very momentous experience. "Justin you can stop if you don't want to do this. I mean if you want to wait for, you know, a special girl." He mumbled from my cunt, "You are a special girl. We are going to make love tonight Mom." Those words lit some kind of fuse, and I pushed my pussy harder into his face. He plunged a finger in, then two. Then he licked up to my clit, lifted the hood over it, and sucked it into his mouth. That was enough to send me spiraling over the edge into the biggest orgasm of my entire life. I drenched his face with my juices, and was still vibrating and spasming a minute later when I felt his face over mine. He began to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his mouth. "Are you ready?" I wasn't sure what he was asking me. I was still dizzy from that orgasm. "I need you to be ready, Mom, because I'm ready and I really need to do this. I need to put it in you, Mom." He was resting an elbow on the pillow next to my head, and had his head propped up on his hand, hovering over me. It should have been obvious what he was asking, but I wasn't clear headed. "What do you need, baby?" He took my hand and placed it over his hot, aching cock. "I need to put this in you. I need to put my cock in you. I can't really wait anymore, Mom, but I want you to enjoy it too." I finally came to my senses. "Yes! Put it in, baby!" He wasted no time in moving himself onto his hands over me, and spreading my legs. "Wait!" Some coherent thoughts began to infiltrate my brain. "I'm not on The Pill! I'm not on any birth control! Do you have condoms?" "Do you think you'll get pregnant?" "I mean, I don't know, I could. It's been about two weeks since my period, so yeah, it could happen." "Oh, god, Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom. I want so badly to get you pregnant. I want to come inside you. I want to come inside you so hard and fill you up, I want to put a baby in you, Mom. I want you to carry it, I want you to carry my baby!" As he was grunting out those words, he pushed himself forcefully into me, one inch at a time. By the time he was done speaking, he had bottomed out. It felt like I could pass out from pleasure. His cock was slamming into my cervix, even when he made the slightest move. "Oooooh yeah, baby. Oh yeah, oh yes Justin, fuck me, fuck Mommy harder. Fuck me harder!" He was making slow, gentle strokes and moving his hips in little circles, which was doing a number on my clit. But what I really wanted was for him to pound me. "Please, baby. Pound me. I want to feel you slam into me." He grabbed my ankles and put them over his shoulder, penetrating so deep into my pussy, I was feeling things I didn't know existed. It was then that he began to slam hard into me. "Like that? Like that Mom? Uhn. Like that? You like it? Is it hard enough? Can I go harder? UUGHHHHGGH I can't go harder Mom or else I'll cum." "It's ok if you cum," I sputtered, between thrusts. "Can I cum inside you? Can I cum inside you please?" "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it baby! Cum for me! Cum in your mother's pussyyyaaa-hhhhhhhhhh..." As he began to blow his load into my pussy, he reached down and pressed his thumb into my clit. I came as hard as I had before. He pushed in a few more twitching thrusts until the last drops were in me, and rolled off my body. "Do you want to sleep here tonight, in my bed?" "No. This is OUR bed now, Mom. I'm staying here until college." "Do you want to call me Jennifer?" "Maybe. Sometimes. But you're always going to be my Mom. And this is going to be our bed." "Ok, I guess that will be ok. Then you're going to stay at the dorms when college starts?" "No. We're leaving together, Mom. There's nothing left for us here. We'll move back east. I'll go to one of the schools out there, you'll open a new yoga studio. A fresh start." "Wow. Ok. Justin, this is all so overwhelming. I don't know what to say. I love you and can't bear the thought of being without you, but I'm your mom and I don't want to be an anchor. You need to have a life of your own." "Where we are going, you are my wife, and you are having my child." His words made my heart and my head pound. He placed his big, warm hand flatly over my abdomen. "You will marry me, and you will have my children. I will take care of you. We're done talking about this." He wrapped both arms around me, and pulled me to him firmly. I lay there in his arms, letting his words sink in. After a few minutes, I mustered up the courage to ask, "How do you think we'll pull this off?" "I've been admitted to three excellent schools back east, and two of them have offered full ride scholarships. I've got almost twenty grand that Gran left me saved. I've saved almost another twenty grand working these past three years. We can sell this house. We can sell your yoga studio and open another one. We'll be fine." I didn't answer him, but instead let myself drift off to sleep in his arms. I don't know whether it was that first time that did it, or one of the next eight or nine over the next few days, but by the time we were packing our belongings and in escrow on the sale of this house, I was indeed pregnant.