26 comments/ 63060 views/ 80 favorites Mommy's Love & Comfort Act 01 By: Jimyfoxx Act I Sometime in a bleak war torn future- Sometimes you have to go through Hell to get to Heaven. Such was the case for young Jimmy. Hell came in the form of the tour of duty he served during the second Korean War, while subsequently he found Heaven in the arms of his beautiful mother after arriving home. He was suffering from what the doctors called Post War Sleep Disorder (PWSD). Simply put, the young man could not get a peaceful night's sleep to save his life. The six months of almost continues combat he experienced, coupled with his 18 month stint as a POW in a horrific North Korean prisoner of war camp, had left him deeply scarred, both mentally and emotionally. The war and its aftermath was his own personal hell. But if you asked him if he would do it all over again his answer would be a resounding yes, for it was this hell he experienced that set the stage for him to find sweet, heavenly love in the arms of his mother. Amanda heard her son pacing restlessly in his room on the nights he did not bother to try and sleep. Other nights, when he did try to sleep it was a lost cause as she heard his anguished cries during as he was plagued by his terrifying memories of the war. A mother's heart is a fragile thing, especially when it comes to an only child, so it was no surprise that poor Amanda wept for her son to the point of utter despair. It did not help that Jimmy closed himself off to her about his experiences in the war, and as a prisoner. All of Amanda's best efforts to get him to talk failed, as he simply would not, or maybe could not, open up to her. Amanda was beginning to feel she had failed, as his mother, since she could not seem to help her 20 year old son overcome his night terrors. She had already failed as a wife, in her mind anyway, as Jimmy's father, Tom, had left her some 4 years ago for a younger woman. Amanda was approaching 40 and becoming extremely self-conscious about her age, but if she would have taken the time to critically examine herself in the mirror she would have noticed she had very little reason to be self-conscious. She was a true beauty, with long brunette hair that fell past her shoulders in a perfect wave of teased curls. Her lovely hair framed an angelic face that was flawless in its exquisite beauty. At 5' 8" and 126 pounds she still had a body that would have made a stripper jealous. The highlights being a pair of long, muscular legs, a perfectly shaped ass, and a nearly flat washboard stomach. But it was her all natural 37F breasts that was the real show stopper. Amanda, ever the harsh critic of herself, thought her tits were beginning to sag a bit with age. What Amanda really required more than anything was a boost of self-confidence in regards to her aging body. Such self-depreciating thoughts left her feeling insecure, depressed, and vulnerable. But despite these feelings of insecurity, she yearned to see if she still had what it took to turn someone's head. She wondered "would I be such a horrible mother if...maybe I showed off for my son a bit too see if I still had 'it'." With the arrival of summer she had the perfect opportunity to find out. They had a nice pool in the backyard and Amanda, being a sun worshiper, loved nothing more than to lay out on hot summer days working on her tan. For this task she had a varied assortment of multi-colored bikinis that were very much up to the task of showing off her luscious body to the sun's warming rays. As it turns out Jimmy turned out to be the perfect little guinea pig. After seeing so much ugliness during combat and in his captivity, Jimmy found the beauty of his mother to be a most welcoming sight. They had always been close, and now that his father was out of the picture Jimmy had hoped they would become even closer still. More than anything, he was looking forward to spending some quality time with his mom, especially if that time was spent hanging out by the pool and seeing his beautiful mother in a wide assortment of skimpy bikinis. He wasn't home long before the nightmares started that prevented him from getting a decent night's sleep. He was becoming drawn and pale, moody and irritable, even with his mother. Amanda tried to give him time and space to get re-adjusted to the "real world", but in the end things were not getting any better. Jimmy found the days hanging out by the pool with his mom to be quite wonderful as it was not just the sun's rays that caressed his mom's body as she laid out by the pool sunning herself. He found it extremely hard to keep his eyes off her beautiful bikini clad body. Now besides the night terrors he was experiencing from the war, he was now having to contend with some rather forbidden fantasies about his mother. Most of those fantasies focused on her giant tits as they strained against the thin material of the skimpy little bikinis she had seemed to, almost overnight, grow fond of running around in. These were the nights he would spend pacing as if he did not get out of the bed, he would end up engaging in a very long and wicked masturbating session starring his mother. He was not so sure he could take the inevitable guilt he would feel afterwards. Thus the pacing. Thus the snapping at his mother irritably the next day over the smallest of things. He reasoned his forbidden fantasies about his mother were not all his fault though. The doctors at the VA had told Jimmy if he had difficulty sleeping, he should try to focus his mind on "nice things". Things that made him smile. Things that warmed his heart. When he tried this method he found his thoughts turned to his mother wearing one of her skimpy string bikinis. Amanda was not completely blind to all this. She sensed her son's eyes on her while she laid out in the sun in her skimpy bikinis. This warmed her heart while giving her self-confidence a much needed boost. Enough so where, even after she was done laying out in the sun, she would leave her bikini on. She really loved prancing around the house in her bikinis, while Jimmy did his level best trying not to notice her. It soon became like a little game to each of them. A game that neither had the courage to speak about, but both loved playing. She knew it was a maybe a little wrong to show off in such a way, but the simple fact was it made her feel good. Her self-esteem had taken a major hit when Tom had left her for a younger woman. She had tried dating, but the men she meet were only interested in one thing it seemed- hauling her off to bed. She wanted a man that loved her heart first, and her body second. She found such men to be in short supply. That is almost impossible to find. The one and only man she knew that loved her heart first, above all else, was Jimmy. And now as an added bonus, she was sure her son was also growing quite fond of her body. "Maybe it was not so bad after all," she secretly reasoned to herself with growing excitement. But despite her growing excitement and confidence, Amanda found the long, hot summer dragging on. She was growing desperate. She knew she had to do something, and sooner rather than later, as Jimmy's health from lack of sleep looked to be really suffering. A plan was beginning to form in her mind, but she would need courage to put it into play. She remembered how when Jimmy was younger, and suffered from the occasional bad dreams that all little kids seemed to have, she would comfort him by snuggling in bed with him, and letting him fall asleep in her arms. It worked every time, but then, of course, he was only a boy and now he was a man. But still was it worth a shot? A few short nights later the moment of truth came. It was around midnight and she was just getting ready for bed. She was in a depressed state of mind because after her shift was over, as a night nurse at the local hospital, she had went out drinking with a few of her gal pals. This had left her feeling playful and frisky. But sadly, as usual, she had no one to play with. After getting undressed for bed, she was in the midst of brushing her teeth when she heard a loud thud and then a short cry of pain. It had come from down the hallway; probably from Jimmy's bedroom. She rushed out of the bathroom and into his room, not realizing or maybe better yet not caring, that she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties. When she entered his bedroom she was, at first, confused. By the dim light streaming into the room from the hallway, Amanda could see his bed was empty. Then she heard a small rustling noise on the far side of the bed coming from the floor. She hurried around his bed and there he was curled up on the floor in a fetal position, clutching a pillow. "Jimmy...honey, baby are you all right," she says reaching over to flip on the small bedside table lamp. "What are you doing on the floor?" she cries out her voice trembling with concern. He blinked his eyes at her, once, twice, looking confused. He was shaking like a leaf and had a look of panic on his face. "P-please d-don't let them... put me in the hole again Mommy." His voice came out barely above a whisper, and had such a heart-breaking quality to it that it nearly made her start to cry. She bent over him while brushing the hair out of his eyes. He was hot and sweaty and obviously scared. Making a firm decision that she had better do something to ease his suffering, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "No one is putting you in the hole Jimmy. Instead, you are coming back to Mommy's bed and I am going to..." She helped him to his feet before continuing. "Give you so much love and comfort that you are going to get a good night's sleep for once." "Mom you don't..." "Shh honey I do...really I do...it's what you need baby. Now c'mon let's get you out of this tee shirt first of all. It's soaked with sweat." She sat him on the bed and pulled his shirt off. He was now only wearing a pair of boxers. He seemed to be waking up a bit and trying to gamely shake off the effects of his bad dream. Jimmy had a lot of pride, as he did not want to appear to be a whining little baby to his mother, so when she suggested that he come sleep in her bed his initial reaction was to protest. "Mom really you don't..." A serious stare from her stopped his weak protest in mid-sentence. As he sat on the edge of his bed, looking at her more clearly now that he was a bit more awake, he finally noticed she was wearing nothing but an extremely pretty lime green lace bra with matching panties. Jimmy could not help but to notice how she looked unequivocally hotter than hell standing there, so casually, in front of him in her underwear. Indeed, as she stood in front of him looking totally worried about him, he noticed how little she seemed to care that she was nearly naked in front of her twenty year old son. This warmed his heart knowing that she was so concerned over his welfare that she went rushing into his room half- naked. "I will not accept any excuses Jimmy. I have stood by and done nothing long enough while you have been plagued by these awful dreams." He knew by the tone in her voice that she was in no mood to compromise. There would be nothing for him to do but to swallow his pride, and accept her invitation to come sleep in her bed. He looked at her and thought to himself just how damn sexy she looked standing there in that lovely matching bra and panties, while looking all concerned and motherly. Just for him. Yes, indeed, maybe sleeping in her bed would not be so bad after all! Jimmy's thoughts soon turned to less pure ideas than simply allowing his mother to comfort him. He could not help it as his mother's gorgeous big tits, protected from his eyes only by her pretty lime green bra, invited, nay, begged for such dark and forbidden thoughts. He stared at them helplessly enthralled by their majestic splendor. It had not escaped Amanda's attention that her son was noticing her chest with more than a passing interest. She noticed how, as he sat on the edge of the bed seemingly trying to make up his mind about her invitation, his attentions kept wandering down to her chest. This caused no small measure of excitement in Amanda, especially since she had been drinking and her emotions were running free. This was much the same thing that happened when they hung out by the pool together while she was wearing one of her skimpy bikinis. The way his eyes would inadvertently become glued to her tits. Inwardly, she smiled a warm smile of mischievous delight. As Jimmy reached out to take her hand, it suddenly came to Amanda what she must do to get his mind off the horrors he experienced during the war. She must keep his mind focused on much more pleasant things. Like her tits. Now, just like at the pool, Amanda does not mind at all if her young son can't keep his eyes off them. The truth was she craved the attention. Besides, she was a natural born show off, and was blessed with the body and the attitude to be very good at it. Back in her bedroom, snuggled under the sheets by his mother in her large king-sized bed, Jimmy slept like a baby. She had taken him straight to bed, without bothering to put any pajamas on, much to the secret delight of Jimmy. And when she held him close to her body, after gently pushing his head down so it ended up squarely in the middle of her chest, snuggled firmly, safely between the immense twin cups of her sexy lime green bra, he never felt safer. Her large, soft tits served as a pair of most delightful pillows for his face. If he would not have been so dead tired, he may have found it very hard to get to sleep considering his cock was as stiff as a board. The next day did little to relieve the sexual tension he was feeling towards his mother. She had the day off, so they spent the afternoon hanging out by the pool. She wore a lovely white string bikini that stood out in beautiful contrast to her darkly tanned skin. It also showed off her big, beautiful tits to such a degree that once again Jimmy found his eyes helplessly glued to them all afternoon. By dinner time, when they decided to barbecue steaks outdoors on the patio grill, she had changed out of her bikini and into something maybe even more dangerous. She was now wearing a pair of daisy duke shorts, along with a light blue tank top. The shorts were skin tight, as was the tank top that showed clearly she was not wearing a bra underneath. The outline of her large nipples pressed so inviting against the thin material of the tank top was a beacon for Jimmy's eyes. He had a feeling she knew he could not keep his eyes off of her large tits, and much to his growing surprise she didn't seem to mind one bit. At dinner they enjoyed a bottle of wine together and then retired to the living room to watch an old horror movie together. Soon, they were cuddling in each other's arms, much like long lost lovers. This had been one of their favorite pastimes when he had been younger, and Jimmy was pleasantly surprised when she had made the playful suggestion they relive a bit of their past. The tank top and daisy dukes had been replaced by a pair of sweat pants and a half tee shirt. The sweat pants were not very sexy, but he could not say the same thing about her half tee shirt. It was pink, extremely tight, and came down barely over her immense tits. The tee shirt seemed to be made especially to show off her well-toned stomach, not to mention her ample bosom. As they started to get drunk on the wine, Amanda became especially warm and friendly with her son, who responded likewise with her. When it finally came time to go to bed he followed her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he started to head to his room, but before he got more than two steps away from her she reached out and grabbed his hand. "Honey," she smiled sweetly at him, "don't you want to try for another good night's sleep snuggled in my arms." He looked at her, his heart racing, as he had been wondering all day if she was going to suggest he sleep with her again. Amanda knew where his gaze was fixed, dead on her chest that is, and smiled to herself. Smiling wickedly that is, because she knew that her little half tee shirt was working perfectly as designed. If she had not been sipping on wine all night she, more than likely, would not had the courage to wear such a provocative shirt in the first place, despite her propensity to show off. "I...I ahh...y-yeah s-sure Mom," he managed to sputter, as he could only wonder what might happen. The stakes were higher now considering both of them were a bit tipsy from the wine they had been enjoying all night. Besides both being a bit drunk, they had been flirting with each other so very outrageously as the night wore on, that the thought of sleeping with her seemed rather ominous. In a good way though. Maybe. Once inside the bedroom, Amanda casually hinted she was too tired to put on pajamas, and would he mind very much if she just took off her sweat pants and slept in just her little half tee shirt and panties. "Unless seeing me like that would make you ...ahh... too uncomfortable son," she coyly whispers in his ear. What could he say to such a suggestion? He managed to stammer out that he wouldn't mind much if she wanted to sleep like that and suddenly it was game on. Or so it seemed. He disappears inside her bathroom to brush his teeth and try to tame his growing erection. When he comes out he finds the bedroom was softly lit with a dozen or so small candles. Amanda knew, especially since the war, her son had an aversion to the dark so she thought it would best to fill the room with soft candle light. Besides, she liked candle light herself as it made her feel warm and romantic, especially when she was feeling a bit tipsy. As she passed him, heading to the bathroom herself to brush her teeth, his eyes involuntarily turned downwards to check out her ass. "Nice, extremely nice," Jimmy muses to himself as the skimpy panties she wore showed off both of her well-tanned ass checks rather deliciously. He crossed over to the bed and stripped off his jeans and tee shirt. He hurriedly crawls into the bed wanting to hide the large tent pole he was sporting inside his boxers. The tent pole, the result of his mother's nice shaped ass and large tits, was growing bigger by the moment the more he thought how it would be to snuggle up to her again tonight. He sighed deeply, wondering if he would be able to control himself. Closing his eyes he hoped to fall asleep quickly, maybe before she returned, thus letting him off the hook. He had had quite a bit to drink so passing out was a very real possibility. He had just crossed over into the shadow land between consciousness and unconsciousness, when he felt the bed shift. He sighed a little, but did not open his eyes, as he felt her snuggle up next to him. He then hears a sweet whisper in his ear. "You can't fall asleep yet Jimmy as Mommy has not given her little boy a good night kiss...remember how when you were just a little you refused to go to sleep until Mommy kissed you good night...huh?" "Mom...I am a bit old for that don't you think. I mean I am not a little kid anymore," he mumbles at her irritably. "Nonsense, you should never be too old to let your Mom kiss you good night honey. Besides my kiss will be like a dose of ...magic that will ward off any bad dreams...so what do you say...hmm...can you indulge me and let me give you a little kiss for protection." "Mom you're being silly," he says his eyes fluttering open. He sees her with a very stern expression on her pretty face that suggests this suggestion of a kiss good night is serious business to her. She begins to pout a bit as her stern expression turns into a deep frown. This gets the expected reaction from him, as he reaches out one hand and touches her arm saying softly, "OK sure a good night kiss would be sweet...Mommy." Mommy's Love & Comfort Act 01 He decides to begin calling her "Mommy" as he strongly suspects she is feeling very protective over him. "Maybe," he ruminates to himself, "if I allow myself to be babied it will make her feel really good." So he swallows his pride and decides to do everything in his power to indulge her wishes to baby him. Amanda proceeds to lean down and give him several small, light kisses -first on one cheek and then the other. She draws back. Their eyes lock. Both of their hearts swell with sweet, innocent love. She sensed the moment was right to push the envelope and give him a real warm kiss, directly on the lips, hoping against hope, he would not turn away. She closed her eyes and moved her lips close. The moment of truth draws near. Their lips met for just the briefest of seconds, and then part, before coming together again and again. They exchanged at least a half dozen small butterfly kisses, so light and gentle, but yet so full of love, that it left both of their hearts beating wildly. "There... you are fully protected from any evil spirits that might try and haunt your dreams baby." "I hope so. G'night," he tells her as he reluctantly turns his back on her. What he really wanted to do, but was afraid to try, was to snuggle up to her. He instead turned away; reasoning that he needed to hide his cock, which her sweet little kisses had turned into a big, hard monster. Amanda lets him turn away suspecting as much. She thinks briefly of reaching down and grabbing his hardness, while whispering something sweet and naughty to him, but instead does nothing. Despite everything, she is not yet ready to take that final, wicked plunge. Instead, she just sighs and turns her back on him and soon is dozing fitfully. She has a dream. A naughty one at that. It was a really hot dream that involved her breasts being thoroughly suckled on by someone unknown, hidden under the covers. She is too afraid to look. Afraid to see who it might be that is giving her such pleasure by sucking so greedily on her tits. She strongly suspects who she might see, if she was to pull back the covers, but is fearful to confront those feelings. As for Jimmy, his finally relaxes enough to fall asleep and is met with an incoherent mixture of both bad and naughty dreams. Dreams of his half naked mother, intermixed with dreams of the horrors he suffered at the hands of his captors in North Korea. Guilt, terror and pleasure all spin in and out of his dreams, until he finally awakens with a terrified scream. Hot tears of fear and guilt roll down his cheeks. He has a painful erection to go along with his tears. Amanda instantly comes awake upon hearing Jimmy scream. Her heart is breaking;, knowing that her baby boy is still experiencing his bad dreams, even while lying in bed next to her. She whispers to her shivering son, "You had better let me snuggle you against my chest like last night since...well my sweet kisses were not enough to keep those bad dreams at bay." Not waiting for him to answer she reaches out and draws him into her warm embrace. His tears are stifled by her ample bosom as he burrows his face snug against that sexy pink tee shirt of hers. They rest like this for a few minutes as Jimmy slowly calms down. His thoughts are slowly, gradually turning to what lies under the thin material of his mother's little half tee shirt. He is so close...yet lacks the courage to take the final plunge and go for broke. But then a small voice inside of him says loudly, "Don't be such a fucking pussy...do something a-hole." He takes a leap of faith, shamed by his inner voice, "Maybe we could try again. Another kiss I mean...Mommy," Jimmie says pitifully, using his best little boy voice. It's full of quiet desperation. This voice, with its utter desperation and sweetness inherent, was well designed to snare his mother's sympathy. It worked as their lips came together softly and sweetly-their first kiss was slow, unhurried, soft and delicate. They parted lips finally. Amanda looked into her son's eyes. "You surprised me asking for more. I thought maybe you found your mother not so attractive anymore and maybe...like the idea of getting a kiss from me would be kinda gross." "Oh God no ... Mommy your so..." he brushed her hair with one hand, "So beautiful." "Honey you mean that ... you really do?" she shyly bats her eyes at him thrilled that her son still finds her attractive. "Yes... I think you're the prettiest Mommy in the whole wide world," he says softly. He sensed she needed to hear such thoughtful and kind words spoken in the sweetest of voices. Crying tears of joy, she reaches out and hugs him tight as they fall back against the pillows. "Mommy loves you so much baby," she whispers as their lips find each other again. This time their kisses were deeper; each full of new meaning and ever increasing passion. In between, they whispered their love for each other in breathless, sweet exclamations. They snuggled under the covers as they kissed. Her hands were stroking his bare chest, while his hands were around her exposed mid-section rubbing her soft bare skin below that sexy half tee shirt. They continued to kiss for the longest time with no words being spoken. Instead, it was just one passionate kiss after another doing all the talking. At some point, their tongues found their way into each other's mouths, adding an extreme element of forbidden passion between mother and son. Neither seemed to mind the forbidden nature of their kissing, as the wine they had been sharing all night was making any inhibitions to this seriously passionate, little kissing session they were exploring seem far away. Finally, their lips part but not their bodies. Amanda pulls her son deep into the comforting embrace of her pure mother-ness. Jimmy finds his face being gently guided towards the tremendous twin peaks of his mommy's mighty breasts. "Mom...it's not..." He was going to tell her it was not necessary to do that, but she makes him be quiet with a finger to his mouth. "Shh honey..." Amanda, her mind made up, instead of letting him answer slowly pulls him deeper into a warm, cozy embrace. He finds his face sliding down on that maddeningly short, tight pink tee shirt of hers. He knows there is nothing between his cheek and her bare breasts but the thin material of the tee. He rests there for a few minutes his heart beating wildly as his cock comes fully alive, yet again. "Are you getting sleepy yet honey." He lifts up from her chest and looks at her solemnly in the soft dying light of the candles. "I am afraid to go back to sleep. I know ...you probably think I am a little baby or something...but it's the truth." "I have news for you sweetie," she stares at him deep in his eyes while lifting his chin up gently with one finger. "Mommy will always consider you to be her baby. And like all babies you need your mommy's love and comfort to help you go back to sleep. So just relax...close your eyes and listen." Jimmy does as she requests, his heart racing, wondering where this is all going. Her soft sweet voice reaches his ears again as he awaits what comes next. "I know it stings your male pride maybe a bit...having me think of you as a baby but..." She takes a deep breath letting the incredible tension that is building between them reach its peak. "Maybe that is not such a bad thing as babies need love and comfort from their Mommies more than anything in the whole wide world...Don't you think, sweetie?" His voice is barely audible as he murmurs a positive reply to her. "I really think this calls for desperate measures to take your mind off of those God awful dreams that you have been suffering." She pauses, while turning just enough to get her son into the perfect position. "I think the best way to take your mind off those unpleasant dreams is for you to concentrate on something else with all your heart and soul baby." Amanda knew exactly where she must focus his attentions and it made her heart race. "Like what?" he whispers back. His eyes flutter open for a brief second, just enough to see his mother is reaching down to the edge of her tee shirt. He closes them again- hoping against hope. "Something nice, something that can provide you with so much love and comfort those bad dreams of yours will never come back." She looks at him sweetly as she says all this and then adds with a sly smile, "Something that is big and warm. Now open those cute little blue eyes of yours and see what Mommy has in mind for her baby to enjoy." His eyes flutter open. He watches with rapt attention as his mother slowly begins to pull her short little tee shirt up. She thrusts her chest out to him eagerly hoping he will accept her forthcoming invitation and not look away. Every bit of his attention is focused on his mother's large tits, as her little pink half tee shirt is slowly pulled up. He notes with fascination how they strain against the tight confines of their pink prison. His breath is coming in short rapid bursts as she slowly begins to reveal them. He is about to get a glimpse of heaven!! Inch by slow maddeningly inch, she pulls the tee shirt up enough where her breasts are finally revealed to his desperate, pleading eyes. He sucks in his breath, his heart racing as has never seen such majestic beauty as his mother's awe inspiring, huge tits. After having so many forbidden fantasies about his mother's breasts, the real thing proves to be hardly a disappointment at all. In fact, they are even bigger and more beautiful than he ever could have imagined!! He notes curiously, the pronounced tan line on her tits that marks the outline of her many sexy bikinis. He notices with even greater interest her semi-erect nipples that, much like a pair of beautiful crown jewels, jut out enticingly. He licks his lips as his cock grows painfully hard. "God Mommy they are," he pauses wanting to say something poetic about them but instead, drawing a blank, he settles on the obvious, "so big." "You really think they are sweetie," she whispers. "Very...a-and...beautiful too Mom...Jesus they are nice." Jimmy swallows nervously, unable to tear his eyes off of her tits even long enough to so much as glance into her eyes, as he tells her how nice they are. "Well since you seem to like they so very much maybe Mommy should let you play with them a bit before we try to get you back to sleep...hmm would you like that sweetheart?" "Mom...I..." He wanted to say he would love to but cannot seem to find the words. Instead of speaking, he can only gaze at his mother's beautiful tits with wide-eyed wonder. Amanda understands this, and it only turns her on all the more. He is so completely the opposite of the men she has been used to dating, as all of them seem to think it's their God given right to be overly aggressive and paw at her body in the most intimate of places, without so much as the slightest hint of an invitation. She senses his innate shyness towards her, which is exactly what she had hoped for, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. She reaches out and grasps his hands and leads them over to her chest. She whispers sweetly, "Go on baby, you can play with them ...if you want. Don't be shy." She pushes his hands against their fullness, and Jimmy is forever lost. He slowly begins to run his hands all over them, squeezing them, fondling them, and gently kneading them like two large loaves of bread. They are big and soft and squishy. Oh and so very much fun to play with!! He bounces them up and down in his hands, feeling their weight, while she whispered quiet encouragement to him. Jimmy was extremely inexperienced sexually. This was mainly due to his innate shyness around girls, but he was rapidly getting very comfortable with his mommy. Fact was, this was his first time being with a woman, which only made the whole experience even more profoundly exciting to him since really who experience sex for the first time with their mothers, especially at his advanced age. He watched with fascination as her nipples grew fully erect now as he continually flicked his fingers over and across them. He carefully takes each nipple in between his index finger and his thumb and rolls them gently around, making her sigh with soft pleasure. She lets out a soft moan before smiling at him, "Oh baby that feels good," she whispered. He continued to explore every inch of his mother's large, succulent boobs with his eager hands as she lay back against the pillow, thrusting her chest out to its maximum potential allowing him total access. Finally, after a long indeterminate amount of time, Amanda senses the time is right to go for the kill. She slowly raises her head up, opens her eyes, and looks at him seriously. "Do you want to suck on them baby?" her voice comes out in a throaty whisper, betraying the intense excitement she is feeling asking such a forbidden question to her young son. She knew he did, but wanted to hear him say so in that sweet, innocent, little boy voice of his that he had started using on her. That voice, maybe as much as anything, was turning her on so very much, as she had always and forever been intensely attracted to sweetness and innocence. Jimmy guessed what his mother wanted so he drops his voice and says, just as innocently and shyly as possible, "Yes Mommy." This little game they were playing of mommy and her sweet little boy was turning him on more so than he could have ever imagined. His poor cock was a massive throbbing erection. "Shit," he thinks too himself, "I didn't even know it was possible to get this hard." Amanda is feeling quite frisky now after letting him play with her tits. Frisky and naughty. Adventuresome even. She was really warming to their little role playing game. "Yes what sweetheart? Tell Mommy what it is..." She looks at him seriously before continuing, "exactly you want to do," she says in a voice that is both firm and commanding. "Yes please...pretty please Mommy can I ...suck on them." She looks at him slyly, as she tilts her head most provocatively, seemingly having to think about it. But in reality, she was doing nothing more but letting the sexual tension build between them. Again. "Hmm...Well, I guess maybe since you said it so very sweetly...but only for a little bit then we have to get you off to sleep honey." Amanda raises herself into a sitting position before tenderly cradling his head in her arms. She slowly arches her back, while using her hand to push tenderly on the back of his head. His face sinks deep into the warm cleavage of his mommy's bare breasts. He opens his mouth as she turns his face to one of her large, erect nipples. He begins to suckle on one of those magnificent nipples. Soft and slow, his tongue flickers out lathering her glorious nipple in wet saliva. Amanda is in heaven such is the warm tender feelings her "baby boy" is giving her by sucking so tenderly, so sweetly on her breasts. Indeed, it's a most pleasant change from the usual rough treatment she has received in the past. Just because her breasts are large, it's been her experience that men think they can be rough with them. Even her idiot ex-husband was guilty of this, more often than not. She really hated that as her breasts, especially her nipples, were extremely sensitive, therefore she intensely disliked having them man handled. "Ohhh baby ...God that feels soooo good." She arches her back trying in desperation to get more of her hefty breast into his eager, young mouth. Her head loos back, as a moan of forbidden ecstasy escapes her lips. Amanda has never felt such a wonderful sensation. Such pure and simple love during sexual acts, as opposed to wild, ungainly male lust, is an alien concept to her. She looks down, and sees her sweet Jimmy suckling to his heart's content on first one of her boobs, and then the other. He sucks on them both taking the time to pay equal attention to both. With quiet deliberation, he works his tongue all over and around her deliciously fully erect nipples, one after the other. He then begins to shower the entirety of her tits with a gentle cascade of warm, tender kisses. He finishes up by literally showering his mommy's tits with dozens of long, slow licks of his eager tongue. He lifts his head up and meets his mother's gaze. Something unspoken passes between them as she slips one hand around the back of his head, pushing his face down once more to her heavenly tits. "I know you want more baby and so does Mommy. Now come on honey suck on them sweetheart," her whispered voice is rough with forbidden passion. "Suck on your Mommy's titties...like there is no tomorrow." Now that she has been properly warmed up, Amanda is ready to have the sweet love that is being exchanged between them turn into pure lust. Forbidden lust that is- the most powerful force known to man!! With her gentle encouragement Jimmy begins to lose control. He starts to suck on her boobs like a ravenous dog, but yet somehow manages to maintain a sweet innocence that doesn't cross over the line for her. Amanda arches her back, again and again, allowing Jimmy complete and total access to her tits. She soon finds herself flat on her back, with her young son literally attacking her tits with his hungry mouth. She lays her head back against the pillow closing her eyes, as wave after wave of intense pleasure from his lips and tongue attacking her sensitive nipples washes over her. Forgetting about her earlier admonishment to him that he could "only suck on them for a little bit", she whispers desperately to him, "Oh God honey... you...you can suck on Mommy's boobies all night if you want." He had no intentions of stopping whatsoever. It had to be the single, most joyous experience of his young life. One that he wanted to last forever. Eventually, Amanda and Jimmy found themselves twisting and turning in all sorts of positions, while never once allowing his mouth to slip from her breasts. Maybe their favorite position was when Amanda aggressively flipped him over onto his back. She then stretched out over him letting her heavy tits flop down into his face. She playfully swayed back and forth-her tits dangling like two large, ripe melons right before his mouth. He raised his head, while opening his mouth wide, as he suckled on them to both over and over again. Jimmy was slowly becoming more confident with his relentless attack upon his mother's boobs. Thus, much to her pleasant surprise, Amanda found her son becoming a bit aggressive himself, as he wrapped his arms around her back and proceeded to flip her over onto her back. She landed with a soft grunt, smiling to herself, at her once shy son's new found aggression. She found herself looking up at him as he stared down. His eyes were fixated on her heaving chest. "God they are so big and beautiful ..." he managed to say before he fell upon them with a mad, insatiable lust. Kissing, licking, suckling to his heart's content- to her content, neither can seem to get enough. On and on it went. Whenever he raised his mouth from them, just for the briefest of moments to catch his breath, she would slip a hand around the back of his head and push him back down imploring him not to stop. "Please don't stop baby...pleeease. Come on suck on your mommy's boobies more please honey...pleeeasee," she begged him always for more and more. And more and more is what she got. He was in heaven sucking so eagerly on his mommy's boobs. And then came yet another twist as they ended up on their sides facing one another. She pulled him in close, burying his face in between her massive boobs. He sucked on them with renewed abandon, while she again urged him on and on. They lost track of time, neither caring as long as his hungry mouth continued to make love to her breasts. Mommy's Love & Comfort Act 01 At some point, Amanda's hand slipped down instinctively inside her son's boxers and found his large, throbbing cock. In anticipation for what she was about to do, she had licked, and then spit, into the palm of her hand, until it was soaking wet She begin to move her hand up and down slowly, and then faster on his nearly seven inches of hardness. It was now her son's turn to moan. It did not take long. He was young and overheated as it was. A dozen or so strokes up and down, coupled with some soft encouragement whispered in his ear, "Come on baby...that's it...your such a big boy now...cum for Mommy...please baby." It works as his cock exploded in a geyser of cum. Amanda smiles to herself as she feels the warm, sticky cum drip onto her hand and wrist. "Hmm I think you can sleep peacefully now honey." After she got him cleaned up they both settled back down under the covers. Almost by sheer instinctive. Jimmy finds his mouth slipping back down to her boobs once more. She begins stroking his hair as he suckled away sweetly and innocently, the previous untamed lust being replaced once more by gentle love. Amanda laid her head back and closed her eyes, allowing her son to suck on her tits to his heart's content. It was like a fairy tale ending to the night. He actually fell asleep with one of her breasts stuffed in his mouth about the same time Amanda slipped off to sleep herself. Jimmy slept quite contently that night next to his mommy, while Amanda...hmm not so much. The forbidden session of love and comfort she had just provided her son lit a fire inside of her that would soon grow out of control. The next few days passed with neither mentioning the previous night's forbidden activities. Jimmy had determined that what happened would cause his mother to somehow think badly of him. If he was not such a "baby" none of this would have happened. His inner most doubts were getting the best of him as he somehow believed that his mother was deeply scarred by what happened between them. He could not have been more wrong. It was true that Amanda had felt some sense of guilt for the previous night's lascivious activities, but it had quickly passed once she noticed how well Jimmy was now sleeping at night. If anything, maybe she was just a little disappointed that he had not sought the comforts of her bed since that night. She thought briefly of extending him another invitation to her bed, just to see how far things might go, but decided to wait and see if the bad dreams came to him again, and then she would reconsider what to do. In the meantime, the fire inside of her continued to grow hotter and hotter. But all good things must pass and so it was to be with Jimmy's peaceful nights of dreamless sleep. Slowly the nightmares started up again. He had somehow managed to stop masturbating at night while fantasying about his mother and instead he tried to "play it straight", if you will, and just go to sleep normally. It was not working as the bad dreams started again about a week to ten days later. This did not go unnoticed by Amanda. It was a bright Tuesday afternoon, when Amanda decided to call in sick to work. She had noted the last few nights Jimmy was either pacing in his room, not even trying to sleep, or sleeping the sleep of the damned. It was rather obvious he was being plagued by those God awful nightmares once again. She thought, with no small measure of excitement, that she would maybe have to take matters once more into her hands. It was not a firm decision but only a maybe simply because she did not want to force anything. If she was to find her son in her bed once more, it would have to play out with no formal plans on her part to seduce him. She thought it best to just let the day unfold naturally, although she did not see the harm in a little light flirting, without making any plans to do anything forbidden. So that afternoon they packed up the car and headed out to the park with a picnic basket. She decided to make sure she had his full attention so she wore a pair of tight blue jean shorts and an equally tight, white tank top without a bra. Jimmy spent the afternoon drooling over his mother's luscious body. The highlight coming when they decided to play a little catch with the Frisbee. His eyes tracked her as she chased down his purposefully errant throws. He loved watched her jog gracefully in chasing the Frisbee. More specifically he loved the way her big tits bounced up and down, within the tight confines of her white tank top, as she pursued the flying disk. Later, at home, they decided to grill some burgers out on the patio. Much to his disappointment though, when she went upstairs to change, she came back not wearing anything the least amount sexy, but instead just a plain old pair of jeans and an ill-fitting blouse. This was all part of a plan that was slowly forming inside Amanda's brain. She wanted him to focus not on her physical beauty, but instead on what a good, loving, and sweet mother she was to him. For the time being, she would remove her sexual allure from the equation and let it simmer just under the surface...building. As the night wore on, and they consumed a bit of wine along with the burgers, she playfully began to innocently flirt with him. A sly, subtle glance, a brief stroke of the hand on his arm, a light caress of her fingertips gently scrapping one cheek, was all it took to get Jimmy focusing once again on what might be. Her non-sexy outfit worked like a charm, as Jimmy fell in love that night with his mother's sexy, warm personality, which was on full display since it didn't have to compete with her beautiful body for once. But just bubbling under the surface, thanks to the light and playful flirting that was going on between the two of them, his thoughts were never far from her twin treasures that lay under her blouse. When it came time for bed, with neither of them speaking a word, Jimmy found himself once being led into his mother's bedroom. Once inside, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed while she disappeared inside her bathroom. He nervously waited for her; his cock on full alert status. Rightly so as when she re-emerged they had come full circle. Amanda had cleverly put on that same sexy lime green lace bra with the matching panties that had so fired his imagination that first night they slept innocently together in her bed. She strides across the room like a cat—full of cool confidence. She can feel his eyes on her body. She slips under the sheets and they begin to snuggle warmly. The desire grew quickly inside both of them as he felt his face sliding naturally downwards to his mother's immense cleavage. Once there, she trapped his face by lacing her fingers tightly through his hair and pushing into that deep valley between her mighty breasts. By this point, the pure sexual tension between the two of them that had been building like a wicked summer storm all day, became too much to resist. That is, the divine grandeur of his mommy's prodigious breasts were much too irresistible to Jimmy's hungry mouth. It began slowly with him applying light butterfly kisses to the bare skin of her chest above, and in between, her pretty bra. To let him know she did not mind one bit, she whispered soft words of encouragement to the boy. To further encourage him, she uses her hands to guide his up to the land of milk and honey that were her fabulous tits. He begins to softly knead her breasts through the lacy material of her lime green bra as she lets out a gentle sigh. It does not take long before his boyish eagerness gets the better of him. His soft and gentle butterfly kisses are becoming more desperate with each passing moment. The soft caresses of his hands upon her majestic tits soon become a desperate pawing that is turning them both on beyond the point of no return. After some undefinable amount of time had passed, time loses all meaning when Jimmy is lost in the wondrous beauty of his mommy's tits, he hears his mother whisper something about giving him a "happy ending". She whispered this right after reaching down and feeling the raging erection that had been growing in his boxers. It only seemed right. Fair even. "How can I let him stay in such a "hardened" condition?" she muses to herself as a most wonderful and wicked plan enters her mind. Following her instructions, he disappointingly tears his hands and mouth from her chest and jumps out of the bed. Their eyes meet as she slowly pulls the sheet back from her body revealing its glorious beauty. His mind is racing wondering what she has in mind. She stretches out on her back looking up at him with a wry smile. "Take off your boxers Jimmy." Her voice is patient and motherly, he notes, as he shyly pulls down his boxers. He notices how his mother is pointedly staring at his crotch as he does so. His largeness springs fourth once he is free of the boxers. She eyes his cock like a cat eyes a mouse. "Wow honey it's so big and hard," she whispers in awe seeing just how big her son is for the first time. "Mommy has a nice idea of just about the perfect way to give her sweet little boy his promised happy ending," she purrs. "Come on crawl up here on the bed with me." He doesn't move. Not right away anyway as the wonderful shock of thinking how this might be happening once more comes over him. He finally begins to move slowly towards the bed. "That's it honey...don't be shy...come on up here." Hoping to put him at ease her voice is both soft and encouraging. She instructs him to reach over to the nightstand and hand her the small bottle of baby oil, and then to crawl on top of her. As he straddles her she reaches out a rubs the baby oil all over his swollen member making it jump with desire. Amanda reclines back with a knowing smile pushing her tits together. In a whisper she tells him to slide his big, hard cock up and in between her breasts. She does not bother to take off her bra. Her reasoning is twofold. First, she thinks it's only fitting that she leave it on since it was this same lime green bra she was wearing the night they first sleep together so innocently. And second, she instinctively knows Jimmy really likes the way her bra looks on her and won't be complaining one bit if she was to leave it on. She just knows this the way mothers know things about their kids. Per his mother's whispered instructions, he scoots forward on her until his hardness rests directly in between her imposing breasts. Jimmy's cock has died and went to heaven as it's nestled in between the silky softness of her breasts. "Such a warm, sweet feeling is surely what heaven must be like," he tells himself. He slowly begins to pump his hips forward, as his mother uses her hands to push on both sides of her breasts, trapping his cock inside a beautiful tunnel of tit flesh. The feeling of his cock against the soft lace material of her lime green bra is awesome. Jimmy begins to thrust his cock harder with his mother's encouragement. "Go on baby...make love to your Mommy's tits honey...that's it." Her sweet words of encouragement only add to his growing desire. He pumps harder feeling the orgasm growing inside of him. It's like a runway freight train picking up speed. His oiled cock slides easily up and down. Up and down. In a mere matter of seconds, he is fucking his mommy's bra clad tits like a mad man as her words of soft encouragement turn more wicked. "Go on baby...that's it fuck your mommy's tits...harder honey...harder. Mommy wants you to cum all over her pretty bra...please baby...cum for me." Jimmy bites his lip hard, trying desperately to slow the insatiable lust building inside of him. It's hopeless. Despite all his best efforts, he probably stands a better chance of stopping his own heart than he does of stopping the unstoppable feeling that is building inside his loins, it's hopeless. The intense pleasurable feeling of having his aching hard cock cocooned by his mother's big, soft breasts is too much to bear. He is young and full of cum, so the inevitable happens. Control is something he is yet to learn, so all it takes is another hard thrust or two before the head of his cock explodes in a veritable fountain of cum. The muscles in his arms give way as he collapses onto his mother. She holds him tight in her arms as he is shaking, even crying maybe, as the intensity of his orgasm overwhelms him. She holds him for a long moment in her arms stroking his hair as he trembles against her. Finally, he rolls off of her onto his back. "Hmm bad little boy you made a mess on Mommy's bra," she playfully teases her son. "I better go get a wash cloth and clean your mess up." She jumps up off the bed and stalks across the room. She disappears inside the bathroom leaving her son panting on the bed with spent desire wondering maybe if she really is mad. Wondering if he did something wrong. Alone now, she looks at her son's cum, half of which is on her bare skin above her bra, while the other half has made a nice little stain on the bra itself. She smiles to herself. Things are going perfectly. Act I of tonight's play is complete. She will take her sweet time in the bathroom allowing her son to recoup his energy for Act II. With a soft smile, she reaches around to undo her bra pondering just what she will wear next. She has a new purple corset that really shows off her tits making them look huge. She thinks Jimmy will like that combined with a pair of black stockings and a pair of 5 inch spike heels. She wonders what his reaction might be when he comes to fully realize what is in store for him during Act II of tonight's adventure. She can only smile thinking of it. Wickedly.