18 comments/ 64968 views/ 69 favorites Laney and Jake By: ashadebetter Home from college, Jake finds that mom is his first love. ***** As Laney backed the car up into her driveway she could see Jake and Kyle playing basketball in front of the garage. It was a hot summer afternoon and both boys had their shirts off. Sweat glistened off their bodies and she couldn't help but notice how her son and his closest friend had matured into men. Jake and Kyle had been best of friends since her husband got a new job and moved the family to this neighborhood fifteen years ago. They did everything together, including ruling the high-school sports teams. Kyle was quarterback while Jake was his favorite wide-receiver. Jake pitched and Kyle occasionally saved his ass as the best shortstop the school had ever seen. The boys stuck together like glue until Jake got a baseball scholarship to a college back East. Now they only saw each other during breaks but when they're together, they are inseparable. They met each other in Cabo for spring break and since the start of summer last week a day has not gone by that the two of them were not together. The only thing that seemed to come between them was Reese, Kyle's 'on and off again' cheerleader girlfriend. She liked having Kyle around and she really missed Jake. When Jake was away, the house, and her life, seemed so empty. Her husband of twenty-one years was vice-president of operations for a moderately sized bank that had fourteen branches spread across three states. He was constantly on the road, visiting each branch, wining and dining customers, and ignoring her. Their marriage got off to a rocky start when she became pregnant with Jake while still in high-school. She and Bill married but from the beginning their marriage was more about 'doing the right thing' and less about them and their relationship. They got along, worked through the lean early years, and now had a comfortable existence. But for her, the word 'existence' was an accurate description of their marriage. She had wanted more children but her husband resisted. "Look, it's going to be hard enough for us to finish college and make a life for ourselves. Why would we go down that road again?" Bill had told her. She stayed home with Jake while Bill attended college. She delayed her own education until Jake had graduated high-school and was, even now, struggling to attend school locally so many years after finishing high-school herself. Jake was a miracle son. He was born at a low birth weight and struggled in his first couple of years. She, at her doctor's insistence, had breast fed him until he was almost three. In retrospect, she really enjoyed that closeness she had with Jake. In the end, it had really helped. By three years of age he was on the proper growth curve and over the years he had grown into a fine healthy young man. As she got out of the car, the boys took notice of her. "Hi Mrs. 'H'" quipped Kyle. He looked her up and down and she took notice. She was wearing a tennis skirt and a silk blouse opened just enough to show a little cleavage. She prided herself in her appearance. She had a slim figure, nice legs, and flowing blonde hair that extended to her mid-back. Earlier in life she had thought that her breasts could be larger. But, as she approached her late thirties, her friends started complaining that things just weren't as perky as they used to be. Her 34 C's looked as good now as they had in her twenties. "Would you boys mind giving me a hand with the groceries?" she said. Jake smiled at his mom as he picked up his shirt and wiped his brow, then pulled it on over his muscular form. Kyle simply walked over, smiling, his pectoral muscles gleaming with sweat. Laney handed him two bags stuffed with her purchases,. As Jake approached she reached out and handed him two paper bags as well but during the exchange one of the bags tore open and its contents spilled onto the concrete below. Laney quickly bent down to retrieve the items but not before Jake retrieved her personal lubricant. As Jake handed it to Laney, she blushed and quickly tossed it into a remaining bag. Jake was aware of his father's indifference towards his mother. It was the same between his father and Jake. His pre-occupation with his career had made for a distant and somewhat perfunctory relationship with his father. Sure, his dad was a good provider, but even when he was home he was exhausted from his travels and paid little attention to Jake. Jake often wished his father had been more involved in his activities as a child. Instead, dad was constantly absent and Jake spent most of his youth with his mother. He felt very close to her. Mom was always there, went to every game. She was a friend, a confidant, and Jake felt a close bond with his mother that no one could fully appreciate. Perhaps that is why he had done little dating. His mother was the constant in his life, always there, always available, always supportive. In fact, even when he was away at school the highlight of his week was Wednesday nights with mom when they would Skype and he would catch her up on what was happening in his life. His companions at college were all heading out for the summer, getting away, vacationing, throwing rip-roaring parties. For Jake though, coming back home to spend time with his mom, was all that he wanted for his summer. Laney had her back turned to the boys as they returned from the car with a second set of bags. As Kyle approached her from behind he took note of her perfect ass as she reached across the table to look into one of the bags. Laney, aware that the boys were behind her, couldn't help herself. She reached a little further and Kyle caught just a glimpse of the purple lace panties she was wearing. He strode up behind her, close enough that she could feel him with her long blonde mane. He sat the last of the bags down on the table and whispered. "There you are Mrs. 'H'". Then he retreated. "Thanks guys!" Laney said. After helping mom to the kitchen with the groceries, Jake and Kyle returned to the basketball court. "Your mom is lookin hot bro!" Kyle said. "That's my mom you ass." Jake said as he gave Kyle a friendly shove. "I'm just sayin." Kyle returned. Yes, Jake's mom was hot. He couldn't help but admit that. He too had seen her ass, framed by purple lace. She had always been the best looking of the moms in the neighborhood. Jake would notice other men, husbands and fathers themselves, paying attention to her at his sporting events. This really bothered him but as far as he knew though, she had never strayed from his constantly absent father. Jake finished his game with Kyle and came in to the kitchen to find mom making dinner. "Your father called from the airport. He'll be home soon." Jake was unfazed by the news. "Ok, I'm going to shower." And with that he was off upstairs to his room. Bill arrived shortly thereafter. He said hello to Laney, kissing her on the cheek. "I'm bushed." He said. "I'm going to unpack and take a quick shower before dinner." He then headed to their room with his luggage. While Jake's bedroom was upstairs, Bill and Laney had a master suite on the first floor of the house. Bill opened his luggage and quickly discarded his soiled clothes into the hamper. Then he put his luggage in the closet, stripped out of his suit, and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and the pipes groaned but little water came out. "Damn it, not again." He muttered to himself. Several years ago, he had been promoted and wanted to move to a more upscale neighborhood with newer construction. But, that would have meant uprooting Jake during his early teens and Laney had convinced him that the Victorian house they had, with a makeover, would be fine. They completely remodeled but some of the older plumbing was just too hard to replace and the master bath, with its new exterior, suffered internally from old age. Bill quickly donned some casual clothes having abandoned the notion of getting a quick shower. "The plumbing's out in the shower again." He grumbled as he entered the kitchen. "You're going to have to get the plumber back out here. " Maybe we should just have them tear the outer wall apart and be done with it." He said. "I'll give them a call tomorrow hun. For now, we'll just have to use Jake's bathroom." Jake soon joined them and they sat down to dinner. "Saturday we leave for vacation. I can't wait." Said Jake. "I'm afraid I can't go." Replied Bill. "What?" Cried Jake. "You promised." "Listen.", Bill said. "I have to be in New York next week to meet with CitiBank. In fact, I have to head back out in the morning." "Really? Bill, come on." Laney replied. "You know how much Jake has been looking forward to this." "It can't be helped." Bill said. "You know that if things go well they could buy us. We'd be set for life... and we could leave this dump behind." Bill snapped. "Can't you see how important this is?" Vacation had been Jake's idea. They were going to the coast to 'care' for a lighthouse for a week. This lighthouse was located along a deserted stretch of coast. No phones, no computers, just the three of them with time to relax, reconnect, and just be a family. He should have known that his father would flake. "You two can go." Said Bill. "You'll have a great time. I promise Jake, we'll spend some time together as soon as this deal closes." Jake looked to his mother and she could see the hurt in his eyes. She diverted her gaze downward and bit her bottom lip. Jake looked to his father and, in disgust, he put down his fork and abruptly left the table. "Where are you going?" Asked Laney. "Kyle's!" was all she heard as the door slammed shut. "Bill, you can't keep pushing us away like this." "Come on Laney. You know how important this is? This could be my retirement!" "That's all you think about... your business." Yelled Laney. "Is it really going to be worth it when you lose us in the process?" The argument became more heated. And, it spilled from the dining room through the living room and on into their bedroom. "That's it." Bill said. "I'm heading out tonight. I'll call you from New York." He quickly re-packed his suitcase and without even a goodbye, he was gone. Laney spent the night alone. Jake called from Kyle's house to say that he was staying over. Bill disappeared to the airport and didn't even call to say goodnight. She tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. Friday morning Laney awoke, as she always did, with the sunrise. She only had one mid-morning class on Fridays but still she got up early and started her day. As she headed to her bathroom she remembered the dysfunctional plumbing. She turned herself around and headed out of the bedroom and upstairs to Jake's bathroom and started the water flowing for a long, hot morning shower. She finished and stepped out to realize that there were no towels in the bathroom. "Jake!" she muttered. She left the bathroom naked and shivering and went to the hall closet. Upon opening the door she discovered that not one clean towel was available. "Really!!" She headed down the stairs back to her own bedroom just in time to meet Jake coming in from the kitchen. They froze! She shrunk herself and covered as much as she could but not before Jake had seen all of her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He had never fully appreciated what natural beauty his mother had. He took in all of her with his eyes. She had a pierced navel! And, a tattoo of a hummingbird in the crease of her right groin and a small patch of hair above her shaved pussy. He hadn't seen those breasts since she weaned him all those years ago, but suddenly he felt an unforgiveable urge. Kyle was right, she was hot. "Oh my God! Jake, I'm so sorry." She said as she made her way down the stairs, passed him to her room. As she went by, Jake noticed a tattoo of the "Rolling Stones" lips and tongue on her ass cheek. She slammed the door and threw herself on the bed. He came to her bedroom door and knocked. "Mom, are you Ok?" She got up from the bed and went to the closed door and spoke. "I'm so embarrassed honey. Our shower isn't working so I went upstairs. Then there weren't any towels. Jake why aren't there any towels?" "Mom, I'm so sorry. They're all in my room. I haven't brought down my laundry in two weeks." "It'll be ok baby. We'll just try to forget this happened." But, they couldn't. Laney went to her class but paid little intention to her professor as the events of the morning kept replaying in her mind. At the end of the day she returned home to a lonely house. Jake was home, but remained in his room, out of site but not out of mind. That night Jake tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't get the vision of his naked mother out of his head. He replayed it over and over in his mind. Every detail of her body penetrated his consciousness. He was disgusted with himself to discover he actually hardened at the thought of his naked mother. He got up from his bed to retrieve his laptop and proceeded to login to his favorite porn site. He watched as naked hotties sucked their partner's cocks, had their pussys licked, and got fucked every which way from Sunday He stroked his member until his hand was covered in his own hot jizz. He returned to bed but as sleep overtook him. His last thoughts were of mommy. For Laney the night never ended. Feelings about the accidental encounter with her son were as plentiful as petals on a rose. While appalled that she was seen naked by her boy she realized that this was the most exciting thing that happened to her in ages. The look on her son's face when he saw her standing there naked in front of him excited her. Knowing that he had seen her breasts, again, gave her a feeling of closeness she had not known since she nursed him to health. Seeing her tattoo, her piercing, her shaved pussy exposed a wild side of her to her son that he had never expected. Knowing that caused a tingle in her loins. Like her son, she resorted to self-gratification to take her mind off this taboo. She opened her bedside drawer and retrieved her dildo. She opened the new bottle of personal lubricant just purchased at the store. Frequently, she would think of men from the neighborhood that had paid her attention over the years. More recently, it was some of the younger men in her college classes that provided her mind stimulation while her dildo worked its magic. But, while she was stimulating herself her mind would drift back to the love of her life... Jake. She would re-focus back to the images of strangers but the fire in her loins grew each time his image came to the forefront of her thoughts. Eventually, she experienced her orgasm and settled in to a sleepy haze. Saturday, she was up with the sun, as always. She went upstairs to shower, making sure she had a robe and towels with her. She came out of the bathroom and ran straight into Jake. There was an awkward silence between the two. Then she spoke. "Did you sleep OK?" "Not really." She herself had rolled around in bed most of the night before falling asleep. She suspected that he was embarrassed and decided to change the subject. "I'll make some toast and coffee, then we can pack the car and head out." He nodded and proceeded on to the bathroom. The three hour drive to the coast was anything but pleasent. They had small conversation but it was obvious that Jake had a lot of anger toward his father for not coming along. Laney did her best to placate him. "Listen, we'll have a great time. Wait." She said. The lighthouse sat on a small rock jetty about 150 yards off shore. The road to the lighthouse was only drivable at low tide and they arrived in the late afternoon, just as the waves began washing over the rocks and covering the road. Once on the other side they were cut off from land for the next several hours. At the base of the lighthouse was a small house. It was built at the same time as the lighthouse itself, in the early part of the 20th century. There was a small yard out front. The house itself had a small common room with a fireplace. There was a small kitchen, bathroom and two small bedrooms. The larger of the bedrooms had a queen sized bed and that is where Laney settled in. Jake took the other room with the smaller bed. Caring for the lighthouse was somewhat of a misnomer. These relics were automated and really needed no maintenance but for a small fee that helped preserve the landmark, you could spend a week in bliss and ignorance of the world outside, cut off from most commonplace conveniences. There was a phone line but no internet and the closest cell phone tower was in town several miles down the road. The only real responsibility was to call an 800 number, should the lighthouse not light up at sunset, and even that had an automatic alert system for when people were not there. Other than that, you had free reign of the place. You could walk the grounds of the small jetty and even climb the lighthouse stairs to appreciate the spectacular views afforded by the elevation. Perhaps the most soothing thing about this place though, besides its isolation, was the constant crash of the waves against the rocks of the jetty. Jake unloaded the car, including a stack of wood that they would use to heat the house. He stocked the refrigerator with food and made sure that the hurricane lamps were filled with oil. The video he watched in preparation for their tour of "caring" for the lighthouse had warned of frequent power outages. He stopped by mom's room and found her, still in her clothes, already asleep on her bed. He took a blanket and covered her then kissed her on the forehead and retreated to his own room. He, like Laney, had not had much rest the night before and he quickly fell off to sleep. At dawn, Laney awakened to sounds unfamiliar to her. She got up and went to the living room where she saw that her son was already awake and out in the front yard. His shirt was off and he was splitting wood with an axe. She watched as he placed a log on a stump, hoisted his axe and brought it down with such force that the wood just splintered under his assault. She admired his strength, his focus. What a man he'd grown into. She turned and went to the kitchen and made breakfast. Coffee, eggs, toast, bacon. She returned to the living room and opened the front door. "Breakfast is ready sweetie." "Thanks mom, I'll be right in." He sat at the table and she served him his breakfast. She loved taking care of her son like this. "I was thinking that after breakfast, we should take a walk to the top of the lighthouse and 'see the sites'." She said. "Yeah, let's. I need to shower off some of this stink first though." He said. He got up from the table and headed to his room while she started washing their breakfast dishes. He returned in a couple of minutes wrapped in nothing but a towel and went down the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. As she finished the drying the last of the dishes she could hear the shower begin to run. She was curious. After all, he had seen her naked and she wondered what she might be missing. She dismissed the thought and headed toward her room but couldn't help but stop at the bathroom door and listen. She could hear him just on the other side of the door, with an occasional clicking sound. She realized he was shaving and running his razor under the water then banging it against the side of the sink to help cleanse it. Eventually, he finished and she heard him step into the shower and close the curtain. She was about to leave the door but he began humming. She didn't know the tune, but he was obviously pre-occupied and she suddenly realized that her hand was turning the doorknob. She opened the door slightly and peered in. From her vantage point she could see nothing but the toilet sequestered in the corner of the room. She opened the door slightly wider and squeezed herself through the opening, stealthy, quiet, she was barely breathing as she stood to the side of the shower. He was soaping up his hair and his elbows were flailing wildly. They struck the curtain and for a second she got she full glimpse of her son. There he was, in all of his manhood, a tall muscular specimen. And then she saw it. His member completely exposed. His hair was covered in lather and he reached down and lathered his dick with the residual. It stood tall and erect and his hand moved boldly up and down along its shaft while he continued to hum his tune, totally unaware of his mom's presence. Laney and Jake She almost gasped at the site and for a moment felt guilty that she had indulged herself this way. She quickly and quietly let herself out and retreated to her room. A thousand thoughts invaded her consciousness at once. She needed to block them out. She headed back to the living room and took a book off the shelf over the fireplace, sat on the sofa, opened it to a random chapter, and began reading. Fuck!", it was romance novel. The door to the bathroom opened and Jake appeared, again wrapped in a towel and glistening with water all over those magnificent pecs. He walked to the living room where she was trying to appear nonchalant. "I'll just get dressed and then we can go." He said. "Great!" She replied. "I'll be right here." She noticed the bulge at the front of his towel and the image of his erect cock came flooding back to her thoughts. In a few minutes, Jake returned, fully dressed and they headed out to the lighthouse out in back of the caretaker's home. The narrow stairs to the top of the lighthouse spiraled up its side. She proceeded ahead of him on the stairs as they climbed their way to the top. Laney was wearing a low-cut tank top and tight little shorts, and her hair was blowing in the off-shore breezes. Jake found himself staring at his mother's ass, as it swayed back and forth in front of him. He immediately thought of the "Rolling Stones" tattoo on her cheek and imagined it dangling there in front of him. This lead to thoughts of her naked body, her piercings, tattoos, her beautiful breasts swaying, her shaved pussy winking at him as she climbed. He shook his head violently from side to side in an effort to clear these visions from his mind. When they reached the top, they went inside the lanthorn and walked around the lens. The views from the top of the lighthouse were amazing but Jake kept coming back to the views of his mom over the last few days. He walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Beautiful!" He remarked. "Isn't it?" Laney questioned, unaware that Jake was remarking about her as much as the scenery before them. She leaned back against him and he crossed his arms around her and held her close. She looked back and up into his eyes. "Thanks for this baby." She said. She reached up and caressed his face with her fingers. She felt a ripple of his skin as she lightly dragged her nails across his chin and she felt his bulge press into her from below. He too felt the growth of his member and disengaged his hold on her, not wanting to be any more embarrassed than he already was. They stayed a while longer then proceeded back downstairs vowing to return for a sunset. Laney spent the remainder of their day relaxing, reading, in a hammock strung in the yard. Jake took advantage of low tide to drive into town and get some supplies before they were again sequestered by the rising sea. Later, that evening, after dinner, they sat together on the sofa, watching a roaring fire, and discussing the events that brought them to this moment in time. Jake expressed his frustration with his father's ignorance of them as a family. Laney, being the supportive spouse, and wanting to protect any shred of respect Jake still had for her husband, defended Bill as best she could. "I basically grew up without a father. Sure, he'd be home now and then but it was like you guys were divorced and I would see him every other weekend... if that. I'm tired of it. You might as well be divorced. And, don't think I haven't noticed how he ignores you as well. Hell, you guys barely touch each other publically anymore. I can't believe you've put up with him all these years. " "Thank you baby." Laney said as she reached out and placed her hand on Jake's knee, trying to calm him. But, her touch sent a chill to... well everywhere. He lost his train of thought as he noticed his cock stirring in his loins. "We'll get through this like we've gotten through everything else. We've got each other and that's what keeps us together as a family." Jake heard little of his mother's supportive words. Instead he was gazing into those sexy eyes, looking at those soft pouty lips, watching her earrings dangle from succulent ear lobes. He reached over and pushed back her platinum hair and put his arm around her and drew her to him. Laney joined his embrace and he could feel her breasts crushed into his chest, feel her warmth bathe him like an infant swaddled and ready to feed. "Thanks mom. You're always here for me. You don't know what that means to me." He was overcome by her scent and buried his nose into the base of her neck where it wafted into his nostrils and heightened his mood. His mind was once again flooded with the images of her naked before him, of her cute little ass teasing him as she walked up the stairs ahead of him. He kissed her neck, softly, sensually, letting his lips linger and part just slightly so that his tongue could tease her flesh. Laney too felt the heat between them. She felt protected by the firmness of his arms holding her. She had not felt this safe or loved in years. She could feel her breasts straining against his muscular chest. When she felt him kiss her neck she moistened. Initially she was confused about her feelings but she let go and drifted into that realm where love and lust meet. She reached up and placed her hand behind his head and almost instinctively began raking her nails lightly across the nape of his neck, sending a chill down his spine and encouraging him. She sighed as her emotions got the best of her and tears slowly left her eyes, trailing down the side of her face. The embrace seemed to last forever, until the saltiness of her tears met Jake's lips. He released her, and she him, both of them somewhat reluctant in their release of the other. "You're crying." "It's Ok hun. I'm fine. I'm just happy that we're this close. Let's go to bed." For a split second, those last four words confused Jake. Then he realized what she truly meant. He also realized that his cock was rock hard and there was no way for him to stand up without her taking notice. "You go ahead mom. I'm going to read for a little bit before I turn in." "Ok my sweets. See you later." And with that she kissed his forehead and headed to her bedroom. The moonlight streamed into her room creating a light blue glow and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks played through her open window. She was hoping that the "white noise" would help her drift off to sleep. But, two hours after going to bed, she was wide awake. Her mind raced with emotions. She was angry with her husband for putting her in this position. She was confused about what she was feeling. She had felt so safe and protected during the embrace earlier this evening. Yet it was more than that. Feeling his lips on her flesh sent messages straight to the center of her being, heightening all of her senses, dilating her eyes, flaring her nostrils, deepening her breathing, quickening her pulse, making her wet and ready for him. She was still wet thinking about him and she suddenly realized that she was unconsciously touching herself at the thought of her son. She knew that it was wrong to have these feelings for Jake yet she realized that she was in love with him. Yes, it was fine to love your child the way a mother does, but this was more than that. Her loins ached for him and she was disgusted with herself for even thinking about him in that way. Suddenly there was a light knock at the door and it cracked open. "Are you awake?" "Yes baby, what is it?" "I can't sleep." "Me either." Jake came into her room, dressed only in his briefs. She could see his bulge in the moonlight and again her pulse quickened. He sat on the side of her bed and she grabbed a piece of sheet to cover herself and sat up next to him. He looked at her. The moonlight reflected off her hair in a thousand directions at once. Her eyes were big, beautiful, and inviting. Her lips were soft and full. He looked into those beautiful, adoring eyes and spoke. "Mom, I'm so confused. I can't stop thinking about you." Laney lost herself to the moment. She pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh." She said. Then she softly kissed him. Her lips parted ever so slightly, her tongued protruding slightly, begging his lips to reciprocate. Jake too was overcome and surrendered to his wants. His lips parted and accepted Laney's advance. She searched out and found him, coddled him, teased him then retreated, seducing him to follow her, to explore her, and he did. Their kisses became more passionate, long, soft, wet, probing kisses that lasted an eternity. He cupped her head in his hands and she released her sheet and it fell away as she embraced him. He could feel the flesh of her breasts against him, feel her nipples scraping across his chest. She lay back and he followed. His lips moved to her ear and he caressed her lobe with his lips, massaging it with his tongue, bathing it with saliva. His lips moved down her neck, plying soft wet kisses as they travelled. He settled into the familiar base of her neck, her perfume finding his all too receptive nostrils. His lips applied slight suction as his tongue drilled into her flesh. She sighed and threw her head back, arching her back, surrendering her neck to his assault, pushing her breasts further into his chest. He worked his way back to her waiting lips and kissed her deeply. She sighed into his open mouth as she felt his hand cup her breast. He kissed her, and kissed her again, their tongues locked in a dance of seduction. Soon he was off on another mission though. He kissed her chin, her throat and left a trail of saliva along her cleavage. His tongue circled her areola, skirting her nipple, teasing her, ripening her for the taking. He took her nipple between his teeth and looked into her eyes as his lips enveloped her. He suckled her like a newborn and she whimpered at the sting as her nipple hardened in his mouth. From somewhere deep in her mind a memory of her baby boy at her breast emerged and she longed to be able to again nourish him with her milk. He soon released her breast and made his way to its twin. He took her into his mouth and sucked on her while kneading her breast like a baker would knead bread dough, firm but not bruising. She could feel the growing ache in her wet loins as he ravaged her breast. He released her and continued his quest southward, kissing her belly as he went. He stopped to toy with her navel jewelry during his travels and she arched her back in response. He continued toward his treasure, her flesh rippling to his soft, wet kisses. He peeled back the sheet to see her French cut panties. The moonlight shone off their white silk center, their outline highlighted by black lace borders. He decided to bypass them for now and move down to her feet. He took each one in turn, kissing her toes, licking them sucking on them. He had read that the Chinese believed that massaging different areas of the foot can evoke sensations of pleasure (and pain) in different parts of the body. He set about proving that theory and located the area just above her heel and just beneath the boney knob on the inside of her ankle. He drilled his tongue into her flesh and she suddenly relaxed her legs. She let out a small gasp as she felt a tickle in the center of her womanhood. He proceeded to kiss her along the back of her legs, again drilling his tongue in the flesh at the back of her knee. She spread her legs apart for him and he continued to ply soft wet kisses to her inner thighs causing her skin to ripple beneath him. He returned to her panties and softly kissed her womanhood through them. They were drawn tight across her pussy and he ran his finger lightly across the fold causing Laney to gasp, arch her back, and thrust herself at him. He kissed them again and ran his tongue teasingly along the furrow created by her lady lips. Her cunt released another bolus of dew to prepare her to take him. He continued to kiss and lick her, allowing his fingers to trace the insides of her lace border and to feel the softness of her aching pussy. He reached up under her and hooked the lace and pulled panties down, removing them one leg at a time. Laney lay there before her son and spread her legs inviting him to sample her juices. He had seen cunnilingus performed numerous times in porn movies but had never actually performed it himself. Indeed, everything he had done today was a new experience to him. It was at the center of every one of his masturbations, wondering what it would feel like to lick a woman's lips, how it would taste. But, here he was. The object of all his wet dreams lying here in front of him, beckoning for his attention, and he felt, somehow, unprepared. As he looked at his mother splayed before him he appreciated the delicate nature of the task at hand. She was soft, petite. The folds of her labia were as delicate as rose petals and glistened in the moonlight with her wetness. Jake looked up at his mom. "Mom, I..." "It's Ok Jake. I understand." Laney said, realizing that perhaps this was too much for her son to cope with. "No, it's not that. I've never done this before. I want it to be enjoyable for you. I just don't know how." "Just kiss it honey, like you would kiss my lips. Soft, wet kisses. Lick it baby. You'll figure it out." Jake locked his gaze with Laney's and lowered his head. He gently kissed her lady lips and then reached out with his tongue and licked her slit from back to front. "Oh my God!" Laney cried out as she watched her son devour her pussy. She reached down with her hand and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to feed from her. With each broad stroke he would separate her labia and retrieve a fresh lot of her elixir. It exhilarated him, intoxicated him and he lost himself in her pleasure. He took each of her labia between his lips, in turn, and cleansed her of her juices. Her hips undulated beneath him. He inserted a finger into her and was amazed by her heat. He stroked in and out of her as he continued to work her slit with his tongue. He took notice of the bud of her clitoris, not really knowing what it was, but realizing that each time he teased it with the tip of his tongue she would thrust into him. If swelled beneath his swirling tongue and he encased it with his lips. Suddenly, Laney let out a guttural moan. Her hand pushed his head into her and he increased the swirling of his tongue. Her breathing stopped, her back arched and every muscle in her body spasmed as she lost herself to her orgasm. A thousand points of light invaded her tightly closed eyes as her body released her cum upon him. He felt a flood of hot liquid ooze from her center and he instinctively began lapping it from her with his tongue. Again, orgasm wracked her and she released a new flood of her essence for his consumption. Her orgasm subsided and so did her grip on Jake. He kissed his way to back to her waiting lips and caresses. She gently eased him over on is back and renewed their kisses. Now it was her turn and she was meant to show him every pleasure she could. She plied soft wet kisses to his neck and torso, spending time at his nipples as well. She continued her trip southward until his briefs covered bulge was directly beneath her. She petted it with her hand, and grabbed his manhood, stroking him and kissing him. Like he had done to her, she reached under him and pulled off his briefs and his rock hard member sprang forth. She looked at him with a sultry gaze as she fondled him stroking his shaft with her hand. She applied a soft kiss to the head and was pleased when he shuddered beneath her. She continued to kiss him, each kiss a little more bold. She noticed a pearl of pre-cum oozing from his slit and seductively retrieved it with her tongue, spreading it across her lips. Again, he shuddered. She opened her mouth a little more and sucked on the tip of his cock like a schoolgirl with a lollipop. She opened her mouth further and swallowed the entire cock head, using her tongue to bathe him in saliva. Again he shuddered as her gaze never left his. With each successive kiss she took in more and more of his shaft until he was hilted and had no more to give. She used her hand to stroke him in and out of her and he unconsciously thrust at her with each new stroke. She took him from her mouth and drew his shaft across her semi-open lips from base to tip, then back to base. She licked his balls and then took each one in her mouth, massaging them with her tongue, suckling them, preparing them for release. She pulled the last orb from her mouth and licked his perineum and then rimmed his anus producing yet another shudder from his loins. She extended her tongue, dragging it across the underside of his shaft until reaching his cockhead. Then she swallowed him again and continued to stroke him in and out of her mouth. His thrusts became more intense and his breathing deepened. She knew he was close but didn't want him to cum just yet. She released his cock and kissed her way back to his waiting lips and kissed him deeply. He could taste his pre-cum on her lips and tongue and this excited him. She continued to kiss him while gyrating her pelvis, rubbing her pussy lips up and down his hard shaft. Without a word, and with a long deep kiss, she reared her ass up so that she could feel the pressure of his cockhead against her labia. She pushed back slightly and mounted him. He could feel her labia part, feel them kiss and caress him as they swallowed his shaft. He was overwhelmed by her heat, the feeling of her all around him. She pulled forward again until he was almost out of her then pushed back again to swallow him once more. With each successive stroke she would tighten her vaginal muscles to prevent his complete withdrawl then push back until her pussy struck his orbs. With each penetration she could feel his cockhead crash into her cervix, spreading her, ripening her, opening her for his pending insemination. She disengaged his lips and looked into his eyes. "Cum for me baby. Cum in me. Give it to me. I want it all." Then she kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her so tight, she could barely breath. He disengaged her lips and grunted as he slammed into her one last time. His cockhead engaged her cervix as his hot, thick load crawled up his shaft and erupted into her. They both lost control to nature as mates have done since the dawn of mankind. She could feel the warmth of him filling her and her pussy, sensing his release, instinctively constricted around him, holding him in place, fasiculating around his shaft, enhancing his release. Again he shuddered as another shot of hot cum inseminated her. She kissed him as a third shot entered her. He continued to release, now with less force, until his cockhead oozed the last remnants of his jizz into her. His grip relaxed and she collapsed on top of him his spent member still inside her. Neither of them moved and she fell asleep in his arms. Dawn brought the reality of the night's events. They kissed each other good morning and lay cuddled together but each with their own thoughts. Finally, Jake spoke. "What now?" He questioned. "I don't know honey. We just take it one day at a time." "No one can ever know though... No one. Not Kyle, not your father, no one... ever. This has to be our little secret." "No worries mom. I like the fact that we have this little secret just between us."