14 comments/ 144605 views/ 73 favorites Mom's Estranged Son By: curlyspurs This is a story about incest between a mother and her estranged son. All parties in the story are at least 18 years of age. If that's not for you, stop reading now. After six years without contact, the moves in with his mother for college. The only way she can get his attention is by dressing sexy, escalating each day. Her desire for his forgiveness drives her to do the unthinkable.... Please provide me with your feedback, I welcome constructive comments and when you share how it makes you feel, I get wet. ********** Becky wasn't expecting a phone call from her son Jason. She knew he was 18 and a senior in high school, but he hadn't spoken to her in six years. He was angry, she understood. Becky dated Jason's father as a sophomore in high school, gotten pregnant, had a shotgun wedding followed shortly by a baby, all before her high school graduation. Shortly after graduation, Becky was divorced, a single mother she worked hard to raise her son. When Jason turned eight, he told his mother he wanted to live with his father. Becky hoped it was just a phase, but after months of pleading, she gave in and sent Jason across town to live with his father. He probably needed a man's influence in his life. Even so, she found too much time on her hands without the responsibilities of a single parent and started taking college courses. She wasn't able to make all Jason's events, but she enjoyed seeing him on her weekends. Everything changed when Jason turned 12. Becky graduated from college near the top of her class with a marketing degree. He had started pulling away, skipping weekends with his mom to do things with his friends. In the summer after Jason's 6th grade year, Becky was offered her dream job, 5 states away in Tallahassee, Florida. It was a difficult decision, but for the first time in her life, she made it selfishly. Jason never forgave her. What had started with uncomfortable small talk, between Becky and her son was getting easier. She listened carefully as Jason told her about his life over the past six years, sports, friends and other activities. When Becky finally got up the nerve to ask Jason a question, it was about college, the next big decision in his life. "That's what I was calling about," Jason answered. "I just got accepted into Florida State." Becky's heart pounded in her chest, if he chose to attend Florida State it was only a short commute and she hoped they could see each other again, maybe even regularly get together for a visit. "It's a good school," said his mom. "I know, but there's a problem," said Jason. Jason's mom's dream of visiting her estranged son were crashing down around her, she should have known it was too good to be true. "There isn't any student housing available, I don't have....," continued Jason. "You could stay with me," Becky interrupted. "There's a guest bedroom and it's right on the beach." As she said the words she realized that this had been the reason for his call. Fate had forced her son to reach out to her so he could attend the college of his choice, but she didn't care. He was coming to live with her. "Thanks," answered Jason, not quite sharing his mother's excitement. A few months later, Becky waited with great anticipation for her son at the airport. She didn't recognize him, until he strode up to her. "Becky," Jason asked. It was hurtful, she wanted to hear him say mom, she concentrated on the positive, he was here. They would have an entire year, maybe longer, to iron out the wrinkles in their relationship. Any time they spent in the apartment together was quiet and awkward, Jason rarely spoke to his mother and only occasionally to ask a general question. Never did he look at her. This was torture. Weeks passed and then months. Becky longed for her estranged son's attention, anything to let her know he still loved her. ********** Then one day, he looked at her. Not really at her face, but at her chest. "Where are you going," Jason asked, eyes locked on his mom's breasts. Jason had not shown any interest in his mom's life and she was relieved with any progress. "Down to the gym," replied his mother, "I've got an aerobics class." "Do you like it," Jason replied, eyes still staring at her breasts. Becky was getting a bit uncomfortable with her son's stares. She had pulled her tightly fit workout gear and sports bra from the closet and Jason was obviously noticing her womanly features. When she pulled her jacket over her sports bra, it was like a switch had turned, Jason stopped talking, turned and walked away. During her work out at the gym, Becky replayed the conversation over and over in her mind. She was convinced the only reason Jason had made any effort to show her any attention was because of the way she was dressed, but she needed to be sure. Becky didn't shower at the gym, instead she headed back to the apartment to test her theory. Walking in the door still sweaty from her workout, she tossed her jacket on a chair and grabbed water from the fridge. The effect was immediate. Jason, who had been reading in the living room stood and came into the kitchen. "Good workout?" he asked. "Sure was, I really pushed myself," answered his mother who easily detected her son's eyes glancing at her sweaty cleavage. Finally, she was getting the attention from her son she desired, even if it took a bit of skin to pry open his shell. The two talked for about 15 minutes there in the kitchen before Becky told her son she needed to shower and brushed up against him on her way to the bathroom. After her shower Becky, dried and changed into her customary sweat pants and sweatshirt then entered the living room. Jason was there and Becky tried to re-engage him in conversation. "I've got homework," said Jason standing and pushing past his mother without even a small glance. Becky watched him close the door, shutting her out again. She hated that feeling, wanted to be a part of his life, wanted to be loved by him. Somehow. The next morning Jason stumbled out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen he saw his mom. "Hey Jason," she exclaimed, "want some hot breakfast?" Jason just stared. His mom was wearing a short, silky kimono robe. It was mostly a light yellow color with some darker patterns along its borders. There was no doubt in Jason's mind that she wasn't wearing a bra, because at the end of each of her breasts each nipple poked hard against the thin fabric. He could feel an uncomfortable swelling between his legs. Becky noticed the desire in her son's eyes. This was wrong, but she had no choice, she needed to build a relationship with him, no longer could she bear his rejections. How could she do that if they never spoke. They talked really well through breakfast, his piercing eyes seemed only a small price to pay. After the best breakfast conversation since he'd arrived, Becky and Jason went their separate ways, him to class while she finished getting ready for work. That kimono robe became Becky's regular breakfast wear as did her morning conversations with Jason. A week passed, then two. Becky could feel Jason pulling back again, his responses were shorter and eyes wandered away from her. ***** One morning Becky asked, "Do you want some juice?" "Whatever," came his reply. "Where did I put that container?" questioned Becky somewhat under her breath. This wasn't about the juice, it was about looking for a container, giving her son just enough of a show to keep his interest. Jason watched his mother turn away from him and opening the opposite cupboard above the counter. She stood high on her toes and reached up, moving dishes around on the top shelf, but Jason didn't notice the dishes. As Becky raised her arms the bottom of her kimono lifted exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks which were just covered with red lace lined panties. His cock twitched with desire in his pants as Jason studied his mom's ass. "Is that it behind that glass bowl?" Jason asked. His mom reached higher, letting nearly half of her ass hang below her robe. His mom had maintained a great body, a little curvier than the girls in his classes, but in a good way. "No..., maybe I put it down here," Becky said closing the cupboard and opening the one near the floor. She knew she should squat and bend at her knees, but instead bent at the waist, leaning far forward digging around. Becky felt the silk fabric of her robe slid up just over her hips. She could feel Jason's eyes staring at the red, lace-trimmed, boy short panties that hugged her ass. Womanly instincts shifted weight from one leg to the other for the young voyeur. Jason couldn't believe his eyes. His mom was bent over in front of him, her ass begging him to reach out for it. Through the fitted panties he could just make out the slightly parted lips of her warm sex where her bronzed thighs met beneath the red material. Jason thought that he could see a darker line at the center and wondered if his mom was wet. "Shit, I'm late," exclaimed Jason, quickly standing. Becky turned as he spoke and noticed the large bulge in his pants just before he covered it with his book bag. "Take my car," his mom told him, "I'll ride the bus today." "Thanks," said a grateful Jason as he ran out of the apartment. It was different, thought Becky, but this relationship was working. Her son was getting some of his young hormones entertained and she was building a relationship with him, it seemed beneficial to them both. Becky went into the bathroom to shower and finish getting ready for work. She pulled off her robe and hung it on the hook behind the door, looking down she saw her dark nipples, condensed and straining at the air. Slipping off her panties she saw a small wet spot at their center, but quickly dismissed the idea that her son's lustful looks had turn her on. Jason was already in his room, oblivious to the rest of the world by the time Becky finished work and took two buses to make her way home. She was upset to see dirty laundry on the floor and dishes in the sink from his supper. What a slob. It was laundry night so Becky walked around the apartment gathering a load. When she was pulling the clothes from the bathroom hamper she jerked her hand back at the feel of something cool and tacky. After her initial startle she reached in an pulled out the same red panties she had worn that morning. As she opened the wadded material she found it covered with globs of a sticky substance. It only took a moment for her to recognize what it was and how it got there. The image of Jason, stroking his cock, emptying its reserve into her panties enraged her, but only for an instant before sending tickles between her legs. For the second time that day, Becky denied the desire growing inside her, but later that night masturbating in her bed she imagined her son slowly stroking his cock, thinking about her. ***** Becky continued her morning Kimono routine, occasionally finding something to reach up to grab or bend over to retrieve, each time taking longer than needed, allowing her hormone driven son a look at her increasingly sexier panties. She longed for more than breakfast conversations and, after work started lounging around the apartment in panties and an extra long dark colored t-shirt. Her more revealing wardrobe was doing the trick, Jason spent less time in his room and more time talking, and looking at his mother. Becky couldn't help notice his showers were getting longer and they were going through paper towels more quickly. A week passed when Becky received an invitation to an awards banquet at work. She stared at the invitation a long time before asking, "Jason, would you be my plus one to this thing." "I guess," he said, "what is it?" "You don't sound real excited," his mom answered before continuing, "its something for work, kind of formal." "When?" Jason asked. "This weekend, Saturday night," Becky responded. "OK, I can do that," Jason said. "Thanks, it will be fun, I'll get all dolled up," his mom added. Jason thought about his mom in a formal dress, imagined her long legs jutting from a short skirt and round breasts pushed together forming a mountain of cleavage. He had to adjust himself just thinking about it. By mid-afternoon on Saturday Becky had already spent more than an hour on her hair and makeup. Then she squeezed into a two-toned black and nude dress which made it appear that she was wearing a black scarf just wrapped around to conceal her most intimate regions. It was made of a stretchy fabric which hugged each curve of her womanly body. For those who subscribed to the standard which said a dress should fall below your fingers when they're at your side, this would have been a violation. It was short. Becky dug around for black panties that would be less noticeable against the material. The only black pair she could find were sheer -- completely see through in the light, at least the dress would prevent that exposure. The dress was fitted enough to provide its own support for Becky's near "C" breasts, but they were on the verge of spilling over the top and if she raised her hand she was certain a nipple would jump out. "How do I look?" Becky asked Jason stepping out into the living room. He stuttered his broken reply, "you, I mean, you look, look.... Wow." "I'll take that as a compliment," beamed Becky, "you look handsome." And she meant it. He wore a dark brown suit with a light green shirt and he wore it well. "Sexy....," said Jason finally managing to finish his reply, blushing when the word left his lips. "Thanks," said his mom, "I feel sexy." And she did. "Will you drive?" Becky asked Jason. "It's not easy moving around in this dress." Jason took his mom by the arm and escorted her to the car and opened her car door. He helped lower her into the seat his eyes lost in her ample cleavage. Walking into the party, Jason felt on top of the world. He caught most of the guys looking at his mom with an expression he knew well, lust. Jason suspected Becky was a little uncomfortable with the dress, or maybe the stares because she started drinking immediately and at a pretty good pace. Becky introduced Jason to people around the room, not as her son, but as her "plus one." This made him feel important, powerful. Late in the evening Becky asked, "can we get a little air, I've had too much to drink." The two of them went out to the veranda looking over the beach. "Beautiful," breathed Jason. "I know, I love this view," replied Becky. "No, I meant you," he responded. "Oh, thanks," his mom offered. "You look cold, I'll warm you up" Jason added stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders. Becky leaned into him, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Jason noticed the dark half moon of his mom's right areola begin to peek out of her dress, the nipple still just hidden from view. Jason's hands began to massage his mothers shoulders, fingers drifting down the top of her chest, still above the fullness of her breast. With each massaging stroke, he pulled her skin upwards slowly working her nipples from the prison of his mom's dress. Becky knew what Jason was doing with his massage, she could feel the fabric of her dress slowly slipping past her nipples until they literally popped out into the cool night air. She didn't really care, they were the only ones there and her nipples tingled with excitement. Becky could hear the arousal in her son's breathing, increasing in pace yet shallow and labored. She could also feel his excitement bulging against the top of her ass. Becky purposely readjusted, grinding her ass against Jason's throbbing cock and he moaned, fueling the growing warmth between her legs which battled against her motherly instincts and societal taboos. Jason's fingers started drifting down his mothers chest, slowly but purposely toward the hardened bronzed nipples. Becky wanted him to stop, knew this was wrong, but this was the closest she'd felt to Jason in 6 years, she didn't want that feeling to end. The tip of his fingers had reached the bumpy areola which had shrunk to the size maybe just larger than a quarter. He could feel his mom's breathing heavy and labored and thought maybe she shared his level of anticipation. "Ooops," exclaimed Jason's mom, pulling away from him just before his fingers reached their goal and stuffing the bronze buds back into her dress, "guess this dress is a little small." Turning quickly to conceal his excitement Jason was relieved that his mother hadn't scolded his improper advance. "I'm going to grab one last glass of wine and say goodbye," Becky called behind her, "you go get the car." Several minutes later Jason was waiting at the car when his mom walked awkwardly down the steps. The wine and heels had proved to be a difficult situation. He helped her into the car, this time though his eyes drifted lower, between her thighs noticing the dark colored panties. It was only for a moment, but he thought that he could see a thin line of hair beneath them. Driving home Jason's mind was elsewhere, he had seen his mother's perfect nipples and nearly touched them, over and over he replayed that moment in his mind. He was conflicted, his inner child ashamed at his actions, but the young man pleased with his near success. In the seat beside him, Becky rocked back and forth with the bumps in the ride, fuzzy from too much wine. She could feel the lips of her wet pussy sliding against each other furthering an already high state of arousal. "It was only a little naughty," she told herself, "more fun than sexual." "Besides," she reasoned, "I stopped it before it went too far." Becky needed a little assistance from her son getting to the apartment. The wine wasn't helping, but she blamed her heels. Jason tried to take advantage of the situation and got a handful of side boob before his mom elbowed him away. "Thanks for the date," Becky told her son, "I had a lot of fun." "Good dates normally end with a kiss, don't they?" Jason teased. Becky considered it, searched for reasons why it was wrong, but in her drunken state they were hard to discern. Son's kiss their mothers all the time, why should this be any different? It had been so long since she'd felt any affection from her son, this felt wrong and right at the same time, which was it? Jason could see the gears working in his mothers mind and started feeling really self conscious. "Nevermind, I was just..." he started. "Why not," interrupted his mother, "you've been a gentleman so far." Becky closed her eyes and pursed her lips, ready for the childhood kiss she remembered. Jason's kiss was anything but childish. His warm wet lips encircled hers, gently coaxing them apart. Before she could make sense of what was happening her mouth was open, welcoming her son's slippery tongue into hers, playfully fighting back with her own. It was only for a moment, but she had lost control, giving in to the desires of a woman, forgetting her duties as a mother. "No, we need to stop," Becky stammered, pulling her lips away from her son's. "Fine," breathed Jason, "whatever." Jason turned abruptly and started for his room. Becky's mind raced. She thought, "oh no, I've rejected him... again, how could I be so cold? I can't let him shut me out again, what can I do?" "Wait!" called Becky. "Before you go, can you help me with this dress?" It worked! Jason turned and stepped toward her. Becky turned away from him and leaned her head forward. She felt his hands on her shoulders. A few seconds later his fingers fumbled with the zipper before pulling it slowly down her back. Jason looked at the dark skin of his mothers back, yearned to see more of it then watched her take a few steps toward her room. In the doorway she let the dress slid down her body and drop to the floor. There she paused, her son staring at her backside nearly nude wearing only heels and a pair of black sheer panties, which even in the low light did nothing to hide her beautiful his mother's beautiful ass. Then she slowly turned to face her son. For the first time Jason saw the full glory of first one breast and then two. Large full, still defying gravity, equally bronzed from visits to a tanning salon tipped with the darkest firmest nipples he'd ever imagined. Frozen with excitement, his eyes drifted downward across her flat stomach to the dark panties. Visible from beneath their sheer shield, Jason could see a thin dark line of hair trailing down to the wet and swollen lips of his mother's pussy. Mom's Estranged Son Ch. 02 This is the 2nd installment of a story involving incest between a mother and her estranged son. A lot of the build-up and back story occurs in the first chapter while this chapter focuses more on their forbidden sex acts. As usual, all the parties are 18+. Please share your feedback and rate this story. My pussy gets wet when I hear from others, especially women, and I always welcome a cock (and it's point of view). ********* Becky's mind was a blur while she dressed after her shower. Only moments ago she invited her son into the shower then massaged his cock until it sprayed her with thick white trails of forbidden pleasure. Her motherly instincts were battling with her womanly desires over the situation until eventually she convinced her conscience that it was acceptable for a mother to bathe her son. But now Becky wasn't sure how the shower would change her relationship with her son. She knew they would need to talk about the shower and was certain it would be awkward. However, Jason would be boarding a plane later in the day heading back home to visit his father for an extended weekend. Since he was leaving directly from campus she wouldn't see him for several days which would give Becky time to sort things out. The long weekend without Jason also gave Becky the opportunity to catch up on housework and really give the apartment a thorough cleaning. When stripping the linens from Jason's bed to add to the laundry, she noticed something fall to the ground. Picking up the item to examine it, Becky immediately recognized her missing panties. The pair was one of her favorites, sheer white with lacy margins and had gone missing nearly a month ago. After some thought she guessed her son had taken her worn panties from the hamper and was keeping them under his pillow. She didn't know why, but she was certain he was using them for some erotic stimulus. The thought of her son, masturbating while thinking of her made Becky wet with arousal. She sat on his bed and faced back toward the door. Jason had left his computer on and it was running a slide show of the pictures he'd taken of her, breasts fully exposed, posed hands touching her intimate regions. Her pussy was tingling imagining Jason jerking off to these images. Lying back on the bed, Becky stroked and fingered herself to an amazing orgasm. The weekend crawled by slowly, instead of calming her forbidden desires for her son, the separation increased them. Finally she was at the airport, her handsome boy climbing into her car. "Hungry?" Becky asked. "Starving," replied her son. Jason stared across the car at his mother on the drive to the restaurant. She was stunning. Her jet black hair flowed over her shoulders, wisps lying across the top of her breasts. Becky was wearing a light colored sun-dress. The dress clung tightly to her large breasts, but was much more flowing towards its bottom. Jason suspected that when standing the dress fell just below the knee, but sitting next to him it exposed most of her trim thighs. From his position, he noticed he could see the edge of the darker circle surrounding his mom's nipple, just concealed by the dress. His eyes wandered between her cleavage and inner thighs, not knowing which he wanted more. His mom could feel her son's lustful stares and casually adjusted the top of her dress in a manner which gave her son an occasional glimpse of her hardened nipple. She needed him to want her as much as she wanted him. Becky smiled when she saw the outline of her son's hard cock below Jason's jeans. At the restaurant, they mostly drank, only sharing an appetizer between them. With the aid of this liquid courage, Becky finally managed to address the white elephant topic between them. "About what happened before you left," she started. Her son feared what would come next. His body language quickly pulled back in anticipation for the blow. "I'm sorry, you're just so sexy," he sputtered. "It's ok, it was my fault," continued his mother. "I lost control. We can't let it go any further." "But..." Jason started to protest. "No buts!" retorted her mother sternly. "Some things are natural between a mother and her son, we just can't let it go any further." Jason wondered what she meant. "Mom's kiss their sons," he noted, "and they breastfeed." Neither Jason nor his mom could believe what he said. After an awkward silence Becky simply said, "sometimes, but touching is not allowed" then excused herself to go to the bathroom. The mother inside felt good about setting some boundaries, but there was a horny MILF inside who would continue to challenge society's rules. Returning from the powder room a few minutes later, Becky put a small gift bag on the table in front of her son. "Open it," Becky instructed. Jason pulled apart the edges of the bag and peered inside. He recognized his mom's white panties at once. In addition to the bubbling embarrassment, Jason's cock stiffened. "I found these cleaning your room over the weekend," she teased. "What?" Jason tried to feign surprise. "Don't deny it," his mother scolded. "They haven't been laundered for a while so I washed them." Becky could see the disappointment in her son's eyes, she now knew what she'd suspected, that he enjoyed her scent. "But," Jason's mother continued in a more seductive tone, "I've been wearing them all night." A smile crept across Jason's face. He wanted to reach into the bag and pull them to his face like he'd done so many times before, but the restaurant was crowded. Jason did reach into the bag to feel their sheer and lace, and was rewarded with the feel of her still warm, wet excitement on the sexy material. Only then did it dawn on him that his mother was not wearing any panties. "I'm pretty tired, we should get going," Jason lied. "OK," replied his mother, "but you'll have to drive. All these drinks with not a lot of food have made me a bit tipsy." In the car and back on the road, Jason's mom reclined the seat back to relax. Jason's eyes wandered between the road and her bronzed thighs. Casually, while carrying on a conversation, Jason let his hand rest on her inner thigh, just below the dress. "Hands on the wheel stud," her mom teased. Her son obeyed, but a couple minutes later it had again found her silky skin of her thigh. "The wheel," reminded his mom. A few minutes passed and Jason started to gently hike up the bottom of his mom's dress, ever closer to revealing her unclothed pussy. Becky could feel the fabric sliding bit by bit up her thighs until her skirt had been pulled up and piled on her stomach. "Hands on the wheel, eyes on the road hornball," she said more forcefully this time. But she didn't bother to cover her exposed pussy. Quite the contrary she allowed her legs to relax and slightly open giving her son a better look. Jason glanced back at his mother, her eyes were closed. He looked down between her legs to see her lips, glisten in the passing streetlights, still mostly closed around the opening to her wetness. A thin line of black hair started just above the top of her slit and trailed up towards her lower abdomen. He put his hand on his mother's thigh. "Jason," his mother warned without opening her eyes. Using as much control as he could muster, Jason slowly moved his hand ever closer to the spot between his mother's legs. His cock was so hard it was painful. Becky felt her son's hand slowly but deliberately creeping up her inner thigh. "It's only my leg," she reasoned, but the growing burn in her pussy and knots in her stomach indicated she knew it was much more. She loathed herself for opening her legs, but she just couldn't help it. "That's far enough," Becky insisted. "I mean it, nothing more." She was proud of herself for drawing a line, but Jason's hand had moved all the way up her leg. The outside of his pinky now was lightly stroking along his swollen mother's pussy lips. As his smallest finger gently stroked at the wet opening to his mother's pussy, Jason felt her burning heat and wanted to go further, but he fought the urge. Not because he objected to it, but because his mother had been so insistent and he didn't want to risk angering her and losing his progress. Still, his mother's breathing was obviously labored and her excitement was wet on the edge of his finger. The rest of the way home Jason's light stroking was teasing his mom's wanting pussy nearly to the point of orgasm, but never getting her quite there. Becky found herself wishing she hadn't been so convincing when she told her son no further. Didn't he know how turned on she was, how much she wanted his finger inside her. It was a relief of sorts when they arrived at the apartment, the teasing nearly driving her insane. Entering the apartment Jason asked his mother, "do I at least get my good night kiss?" Becky looked up at her son as he leaned into her. His breath felt hot on her lips. Her warm full lips welcomed his and opened, her tongue venturing out first, tasting his sweet mouth. Their tongues danced, twisting, playfully battling for control. She felt his hands lift the back of her dress and squeeze her ass, pulling her hips toward him, grinding his mom's sex against his, separated only by a few layers of material. "ooohhh," moaned his mother. She didn't want this moment to end, but if it didn't stop, she was certain lines would be crossed. "That's enough Jason," she managed to say between heavy breathing. Then she pulled away and turned, heading quickly to her bedroom. Jason called after her, "Wait, please. Can't we just..." She ignored the words, closed her bedroom door behind her and collapsed on the floor. Jason hadn't touched her since the car but that didn't stop her pussy from quivering with an amazing orgasm brought on by their forbidden lust. When the erotic waves finally ceased, Becky crawled across the floor and into bed. ********** The following week was busy for both Jason who was catching up on class work, and Becky who had a major campaign going at work. Becky didn't allow him back in the shower with her, but she did let him watch her, which he did, whenever possible. She always put on a good show for him, soaping up a heavy lather, rubbing it into her breasts and letting the soapy bubbles wash down her skin. She wanted to see him beat off to her like this, but her his dismay, all he seemed to do was watch. Friday night Jason asked his mom, "Do you want to go out tomorrow night?" "Like on a date?" she replied. "Kind of," her son offered, "There's an art show at the college museum, they'll have wine and crackers." "That sounds fun," Becky answered, "What time are you picking me up?" "We'll leave at 8," Jason answered feeling a slight jump in his pants at the idea of another good night kiss. *********** Late Saturday afternoon Becky was standing in front of the mirror wearing only her black. sheer, boy short panties trimmed with lace. Jason approached her from behind. "If that's what you wear, the other guys may fight me to take you home," he teased. "I'm afraid you might not let me out of here if I don't put some clothes on," Becky responded. "Don't worry, I know the rules," said Jason pressing the front of his body into her back and wrapping his arms around him. "A hug is an appropriate mother -- son sign of affection isn't it?" Becky didn't answer. She had drawn the line, albeit a wide one, and hugs certainly fell within the allowed boundaries. Jason's mom let his hands run wild over her stomach. With one strong hand on each hip he pulled her into him, grinding her panty covered ass on his crotch. Becky could feel his erection beneath his pants, it felt good pressed against her. She didn't stop his hands from wandering up and fondling her naked breasts, lifting their weight and rolling the hard nipples between his fingers. Becky reasoned that years back his lips had engulfed them several times each day, so this still seemed to fall within her broad lines. She did however stop her son's hand from slipping beneath her panties, no matter how much she wanted it, she knew that was over the line. Jason spun his mother around and kissed her, she seemed to melt in his arms, but it was only for a second. "You'll mess up my lipstick," scolded Becky. A half hour later, they were in the car and in another 30 minutes they were walking up to the campus museum. Becky had selected a short simple black dress, except for the neckline which plunged well below her breasts and open back which included thin black strings crossing back and forth over her tanned skin. Together the mother and son drank wine and walked slowly through the museum, Becky hanging on Jason's arm, admiring the student submissions. The night went by quickly, full of soft sensual touching. Becky was surprised when she looked up at the first piece of art in the most recent section of the museum. It was a black and white photo of a middle aged woman with large breasts nursing what appeared to be a young college student, a small trickle of milk dribbled from his lips. The next several art pieces were all erotic and all featured older women sexually with younger men. The irony didn't escape mother or son and actually served very stimulating to each of them. Jason hoped that this art show would blur the lines between him and his mother even further. He knew the progression well having visited this section of the museum several times before, and couldn't wait to the end when the young stud finally plunged his cock into what he imagined was his mother. "Pretty hot, huh," whispered Jason to his mother. Becky didn't answer, but her wet pussy told her she felt the same. She finished a 5th glass of wine in front of the final photograph of the series. In it, the woman lay on her back her legs hanging over the side of a bed, the young man held his cock in one hand and had started to push its head into the mouth of her pussy. Becky couldn't help thinking that her son's cock was larger than the young man in the photograph. The room was a cloud and Becky wasn't sure if it was brought on by her erotic thoughts or simply too much alcohol. They hadn't left the parking lot before Jason had freed his mother's breasts from the little black dress and was kneading the fleshy globs excitedly. His mother was audibly excited at his touch, moaning each time her son gently twisted one of her rock hard nipples. Several times on the drive home Jason reached between his mother's legs, but each time she pushed his hand away. Back at the apartment, Jason had to help his mother up the stairs, the mix of wine and heels made walking on even flat surfaces somewhat challenging. Before the door even closed behind them Jason's mouth had found hers, tongues sliding against each other in a fit of sexual passion. Becky felt her son's hands on her body, then unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground. His hands focused on her breasts, with firm lustful fondling which sent sparks of erotic pleasure to her wet and wanting pussy. "Too far," Becky moaned pulling up Jason's hand from wandering down to her soaked panties, then guiding his mouth to her stiffened nipple. Becky still could hold the line, only letting her son suck her breasts like when he was a baby. His young mouth engulfed her breast while his eyes looked up at her with lust and passion. This time obviously felt different, each time he sucked or teased her nipple with his tongue made her pussy more aware that it was being ignored. Jason felt rejected when his mom stopped his hand from touching her warmth, plunging a finger inside her wet sex, but became sidetracked when she let him engulf her swollen nipple. Her nipples were amazing, hard as rocks in his mouth. Again Jason let a free hand slip down toward his mother's warmth. "We can't," Becky moaned, "please stop." But Jason wasn't stopping, even as his mother pulled at his hand with both of hers, it slipped inside her panties and easily pushed inside her. "STOP!" Becky shouted and slapped her son hard enough across the face for him to pull back away from her. She saw the pure lust and unrelenting desire in his eyes and knew that she'd pushed him too far and he wasn't going to stop on his own. As quickly as she could, Becky stumbled across the apartment for her bedroom, anxiously closing the door behind her. Jason was there, catching the door before it latched, pushing into her bedroom. "We can't," Becky pleaded, "I'm your mother." "My mother died six years ago," Jason responded in an erotic rage, shoving her onto the bed. Reaching down between his mothers legs, Jason ripped the thin sheer panties from his mother, revealing her forbidden sex. Becky continued to struggle against her hormone driven son, but so much as to provide the appearance of reluctance to hold on to her motherly title. Every part of her body longed for him to be inside her, filling her with his cock. The battle in her mind between mother and woman was nearly finished. Jason pinned his mother's hands above her head, she seemed to be feigning resistance yet her eyes clearly told him she wanted this as much as he did. Becky opened her legs wide and Jason looked down to see her sexual flower unfold, beconing him to penetrate. The young boy obliged, using his free hand to guide his cock to her wet pussy, sliding its purple head up and down along the length of its wetness. Feeling her son shuddering with anticipation, Becky moaned in erotic delight. Inch by inch, Jason drove his stiff cock inside his mother's pussy, which welcomed it with warm wet excitement. He hadn't even managed to penetrate her with his full length before his orgasm started building. Jason increased his rhythm and intensity, using all his strength to fight back his pending climax. His mother was moaning with each penetrating drive of his shave and stopped any act of resistance, succumbing to their outlawed desire for one another. Her moans and warm wetness were too much for a young, inexperienced Jason to handle and in less than one minute erupted inside her, filling her pussy with warm explosions of cum, groaning in forbidden pleasure. Becky felt the orgasm sweep over her son's body, jerking it ferociously from side to side and filling her with the warm liquid of their lust. Jason collapsed on top of his mother, cock still inside her. There was no question now. They had crossed the very taboo line between mother and son, but the fact it was forbidden had made it so enticing. There was no turning back now. Her son had demonstrated his youth and inexperience, reaching his climax long before she had a chance to find her own pleasure. Now, she was hoping he would be able to show that same youth in his resiliency. Becky pushed her son off her body, onto his back lying next to her on the bed then crawled between his legs. For a moment she studied her son's large snake, slowly losing its firm vitality. With almost no hesitation, Becky engulfed the waning cock of her boy, soft, yet still swollen in her mouth. The taste of their mixed lust excited her and in less than a minute, her son's cock was starting to harden with its own excitement. After sucking the life back into Jason's cock, Becky mounted him and let her son slip between the walls of her wanting pussy. Up and down she rode, impaling her pussy on the stiff shaft, driving it to places never reached before. Jason looked up at his mother, riding his cock with a passion he'd never even imagined in his wildest fantasies. Her heavy boobs bounced each time she thrust her wetness onto him. Jason's eyes studied the larger than grapefruit sized globes and his fingers reached for the dark hard nipples at their peaks. He could see her excitement building, feel it in the intensity and hear it in her breathing. His mother was biting her lower lip, concentrating on holding back her building climax. She looked so sexy. Jason's mom's dark hair was erotically messy, strands strewn across her deeply tanned and silky skin. Mom's Estranged Son Ch. 02 "Make mommy cum!" she finally screamed before bucking with pleasure. The orgasm built slowly from deep inside, pulling sparks of erotic energy from all the extremities of her body. She fought hard to keep it at bay, knowing that the longer she could hold back the climax, the better it would be. Her entire body was tingling, muscles numb from bracing against her orgasm and she was just about to pass out when she finally let loose. A huge tidal wave of pleasure swept over Becky's body, rocking it back and forth like a pebble thrown around in the waves of the ocean. Moans, whimpers and screams filled the room. Before the first orgasm had completely washed over her, a second one started with less intensity, seeming to continue where the first had ended. Jason felt his mother's body shutter and shake with waves of pleasure and his second orgasm swept over him in the middle of his mothers, leaving his cock nearly too sensitive to bear the continued fervor of his mom's passion when she started her second orgasm. He was relieved when she finally collapsed on top of him. Becky laid there listening to her son's wildly beating heart, her pussy still stretched by his cock, warm trickles of their forbidden desire draining from her depths. Gone was the innocence of her son and her hopes of a normal mother-son relationship, but instead she focused on what had been the best sex of her life, taking months to build the intensity, all erupting in a single forbidden act. They did share a love, one that most people couldn't understand, but it was working for them. There was no going back from this point, only forward. Mother and son both shared the same thought, "what would happen next?" Mom's Estranged Son "Good night Jason," she whispered then slowly stepped back and closed her bedroom door. Through the thin apartment wall, Becky could hear her son pounding his penis in a sexual fury while at the same time, the fingers of her left hand danced just above her nipple where Jason's had drifted while the other coaxed out two quiet orgasms from the wetness in her panties. The sexual build up had been freed by the orgasms, leaving only the sobbing guilt of a bad mother. ********** The morning and every morning for the following week, Becky was fully dressed at breakfast in her conservative business attire. She noticed the disappointment in her son's eye immediately and he was quickly slipping away from her. Jason felt betrayed, he thought that something special was building with Becky, then she rejected his kiss, but then stood there nearly naked for him to admire. But since, everything had changed, she seemed distant again, unreachable. A week passed, a loud, painful quiet filled the apartment. One evening Becky returned home from work to find Jason's grades in the mail, he had achieved all high marks. "We should celebrate!" Becky exclaimed to her son, "what are you drinking?" "Rum, straight up," he replied. "Shots it is," she spat back. They decided to do a shot for every A, which turned out to be 5. The hard alcohol hit Becky hard. Her skirt felt too restraining so she took it off and flung it across the room, then masterfully, she removed her bra from under her blouse and sailed it in the same direction, cheering "I'll get those later!" Jason stared at her, standing there in a white button down blouse, her nipples raising two bumps on the fabric, his cock immediately hardening in his pants. He wanted to fuck this woman more than any other girl he'd ever known. The room was really spinning for Becky who stumbled across the room and slumped onto the sofa. Head tilted back she closed her eyes, everything closing in around her. From the distance she could hear Jason calling her name, but she was gone, lost in a state of inebriation. His eyes swallowed her beauty, half sitting, half laying on the sofa, one leg up and one down. She wasn't answering his calls and he figured she had passed out. Jason moved closer to his mom and called her name again, still no answer. Then he sat beside her, nothing. One by one Jason started to unbutton his mother's blouse, each button revealing more of the prizes below. When the final button was freed, he opened her shirt and let it fall to her sides. Not only did he now have an unobstructed view of her breasts, he could clearly see her panties. Becky was certainly drunk, a warmth and ultra relaxing sensation blanketed her body, letting her melt into the cushions of the sofa. It was easier to lay there unresponsive than continue a conversation, but she was still aware of her surroundings. She had heard Jason call her name and felt her son carefully loose each button of her blouse. The heat throbbing from between her legs was naughty, wrong but powerful. Becky's heart pounded with anticipation when she felt the blouse material slipped over her excited nipples and off to the side. Jason wanted to touch his mother, pinch her nipples, engulf them and even bury his hard cock inside her pussy which had obviously moistened her panties. But he was too scared, fearful she would wake and terrified of her rejection. So instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iphone. His mom heard the camera sounds from Jason's phone and saw the bright light from the flash through her closed eyelids. After a half dozen pictures, Becky felt Jason's hand carefully grasp her wrist. Slowly he guided it then positioned it cupping one breast. She could feel her nipple hard between two fingers. More pictures. Then he adjusted her pose again, moving the other hand this time lifting her panties and gently placing her hand there near her warmth. Jason clicked a few more pictures of his mom, one hand on her breast, the other inside her panties before returning the phone to his pocket. He couldn't believe his brazen boldness. His cock painfully ached in his pants yearning for freedom and release. He considered pulling it out right there stroking it to his near naked, passed out mother, streams of cum erupting from its head, sailing through the air landing on her stomach, tits and face. But he imagined her waking, enraged had his unsuitable behavior, which he just couldn't bear, so instead he went into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. There he downloaded the pictures of his mom to his computer and set them up as a slide show screensaver. There he quickly rubbed out a forceful orgasm sending an explosion of cum into a used set of his mothers panties he had been keeping under the pillow. Even before Becky heard the click of Jason's bedroom door close, her fingers had begun to massage her wet and begging pussy and tease her stiff bronze nipple the orgasm immediately building in her body then washed over her quietly. Becky didn't move, drifting nearer to sleep. Then she could hear Jason, masturbating in his room. "Ohhhh, MMmmm, yes.... Yes... suck my cock mommy!" he moaned from the bedroom. Hearing those words, knowing what he was thinking, put Becky into a sexual fit. Her hand rubbed and fingered her wanton pussy to another orgasm, this one she held longer, and it paid off. "I'm cumming!" Becky heard from her son's bedroom as her own climax washed over her with waves of ecstasy. With the lips of her pussy still quivering from her orgasm she rose and stumbled into her bedroom and passed out on her bed. ***** The next morning came too soon. Becky crawled out of bed stumbled towards the kitchen still dressed only in panties and the blouse from the night before. She'd buttoned a single button, but it did little to cover the round hills below. Jason was making breakfast when his mom walked in. "Hey sweetie," his mom cheered, "looks like your BOTH up early this morning," she continued noticing the bulge in his boxer briefs. The two moved about the small kitchen in silence occasionally grazing each other, the sexual tension building. Becky was considering their relationship, pondering its merit when Jason tripped. He had been carrying his breakfast plate, with its small lake of syrup back to the sink. Becky caught his fall, but the plate crashed into her chest covering her blouse and breasts with the sticky substance. "Shit!" Shouted Becky, "What a mess." "I'm sorry mom," replied Jason. It was the first time he called her that and it melted her heart while at the same time sending sparks of excitement between her legs. "I'm going to shower," his mom answered, "can you bring me in a towel from the hall closet." Jason was confused. His mom had to walk right past the hall closet on her way to the shower, but he obeyed. Becky was just stepping into the shower when Jason entered the bathroom. There she was the object of his fantasies, completely streams of water pounding against her naked skin. "Well, don't just stand there," his mom beckoned, "this is your mess and I'm tired of cleaning up after you." It took a few moments, but Jason walked over to the shower pulled off his chest and dropped his boxers then stepped in, hands shielding his raging boner from his mom. Becky watched intently as her son undressed. The young man in her bathroom was stunning, a broad chest and chiseled abs. She'd seen his strong arms before, but even living together this was the first time she really looked at his bare chest. When Jason's cock sprang out from his boxers his mom gasped with excitement. It was one of the largest cocks she'd ever seen. This is wrong, so wrong Becky thought to herself as she imagined his shaft deep inside her. I need to control myself. Jason's mom handed him the body wash and sponge standing there expectantly. He finally reached for it, revealing his cock for her admiration. Massaging a large glob of the wash into the sponge, Jason worked up a thick, soapy lather. Standing naked in the shower with his mother, a raging hard-on standing at attention, Jason began to wash his mother's chest. He tried to stay high, not focus directly on her breasts, but they drew his attention with a magnetism he couldn't avoid. The soapy bubbles cascaded down his mom's beautiful boobs before trailing down between her legs. "Eyes up here horn ball," his mom teased. "Focus on your job." "I'm sorry, I just," started Jason. "You're distracted," his mom finished, "I feel a bit responsible for that, let me help you." Becky filled her own hand with body wash and reached down between her son's legs. She coated the massive member with the slippery pink liquid then slowly stroked it, feeling the ridge of its purple head with each stroke. She knew how wrong this was, but that only added to her excitement. She'd bathed him before. Jason dropped the sponge, both hands were now fondling his mothers heavy breasts, her stiff nipples poking against his fingers. Looking down, he saw his mother's hand wrapped around his cock playing it like an instrument.. His body tightened bracing against the orgasm which was building too quickly. His mom noticed her son's excitement and stroked faster, more deliberately. She saw the muscles in his body tense and heard his breathing stop. Becky knew she was about bring her son to orgasm, a thought which made her weak in the knees. A few moments later he exploded with loud groans sending hot streams of his sex across her body. The first stream had erupted with so much velocity it hit her in the face, a second left a trail across her tits and a third her stomach. Becky gently milked her son's cock, coaxing every last trickle from his balls. She held his cock, letting it begin to soften in her hands before finally letting it loose. "Do you feel better now?" Jason's mom inquired. "Thank you," he replied. "Now get out and get ready for class, you've left another mess for me to clean," his mother taunted. Obediently, Jason stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and left the room. Becky didn't want her son to see what she did next. Using her tongue she licked the still warm and salty liquid from her face and smeared it over her tits reliving his orgasm. She pulled the shower head from its hold and set it to pulse then let the water gently massage her swollen clit to three leg wobbling orgasms. Becky tried to wash the dirty shame from her skin. She had seduced him, taken advantage of his young hormones by wearing sexy clothes or walking around half nude. But it had all been for him. All she had desired was his conversation, attention and maybe love, at least at first. Now she realized she wanted so much more. As a mother, she needed to control herself, set some hard limits and resist her urges, but as a woman, she longed for his erotic stares and doubted she would be able to keep command over her needs. **********