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Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 01

By: GreenEggs35



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma: Tom comes home

"I don't quite know what to tell you Mrs. Asken," Dr. Hamilton conceded, "I can't find a anything that would explain it. No head trauma, nothing neurological that we can find. Tom is just dehydrated and exhausted."

Janet Asken looked at Dr. Hamilton with pleading eyes. Her son Tom had been rescued from a wilderness trek in Alaska and was on the verge of death when they finally reached him. He got separated from his friends and wandered 23 miles in the wrong direction. His survival skills saved him, but at considerable cost.

When she got him home from the hospital, Tom would lapse in and out of consciousness, frightening her at times. Dr. Hamilton reassured her that Tom was just going to need a lot of care and a lot of rest, but nothing otherwise was wrong.

She was so happy to have Tom home again. After leaving for college, she only saw him on school breaks. The winter trek robbed her of an extended time with him. But the trauma of the ordeal and the need to recuperate guaranteed her at least an entire semester of nursing Tom back to health.

"So, you're saying that even though he is sleeping a lot and seems not to be aware of his surroundings, he is okay?" She asked flatly.

"That's what I'm saying," Dr. Hamilton reassured. "He's alert when he is awake isn't he? And he has a healthy appetite. And he, by your accounts, is getting stronger each day. Isn't all that true?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. I just want to be sure he is going to be okay." Mrs. Asken looked down. She was embarrassed at what she was going to ask next.

"And the erections? Are those normal too?" She drew a deep breath. She had noticed a tent beneath the sheets several times as she watched Tom sleeping. Being too modest to look, she did not pull back the covers, letting her son have his privacy, even though he would not have awoken if she had peeked.

"Yes, Mrs. Asken. Completely normal. All men get erections at times during their sleep cycle. Very often in the morning, when they have to urinate. Guys call them piss-hard-ons."

Janet looked down, blushing. She was not naïve. She had been married and had a son, after all. It was just that she was not as used to such frankness. "Yes, I know about that," she said softly.

"The best thing you can do is to stop worrying and start observing. Just watch him and enjoy his regaining his health. You are really blessed, Mrs. Asken. Tom's been through a lot. So, let his body teach you what it needs. You'll know what to do. Just relax and do whatever his body is suggesting it needs. You'll know whether it's chicken soup or ice cream when the time comes." Dr. Hamilton stood from his chair and extended his hand. Janet got the message and shook his hand then turned to leave.

"Thank you, Dr. Hamilton. It's good advice. I guess I have been so worried, that I over-reacted. You have really helped me today. Yes, I'll just let nature take its course. That's just what I'll do."

As she drove home, Janet's mind cleared. She didn't need to worry any more. Tom was going to be all right. She only had to be his nurse and she had several months to dote on him. What could be better?

She crept upstairs and peeked in him Tom's room. He lay on his back sleeping, the sheet pulled only up to his chest. His strong shoulders seemed so thin now. But he would soon regain his strength and bulk. Janet stepped into his room calling softly, "Tom? Are you awake, dear?"

"Hmm? Oh is that you, Mom? Yes, I was just having a dream. About you actually. It was really nice. I am glad you're here. I have been meaning to thank you for all you are doing for me. I am sorry to be such a slug."

"Oh, sweetheart, I am just so happy to have you back here alive. I was so scared. And now Dr. Hamilton tells me you are going to be all right. I just need to be a good nurse and to let your body tell me what it needs. 'Chicken soup or ice cream.'" She smiled at him and crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?" She asked.

"Well, Mom, I hate to ask you, but could you get the urinal for me. I have to pee pretty bad. I am just so exhausted, I can't get out of bed." Tom looked drained and not the least self-conscious about asking his mother for the urinal. Perhaps he had already given up his privacy from the two weeks in the hospital with nurses and doctors poking and examining him every hour of the day. 

"Sure, sweetheart. Here it is. Would you like me to go out while you use it?"

"No, Mom. You can stay here. In fact, I am going to need a little help. Could you roll me to my side? I think I can manage if you sort of prop me up a little on my side." Tom asked without looking at her.

She slid down on the bed a little farther down toward his knees. As Tom tried to roll over, his mother pulled on his hips and helped him shift his weight. She moved her hand farther back until she was cupping his ass cheek, his hip fitting in the shallow of her inner wrist. Her fingers just reached his ass crack. As she balanced him, her fingers gently touched his cleft.

"This isn't going to work. I have to pull the sheet down and take my pajamas off." Tom sighed. Just the rolling over took it out of him. "Could you help?"

Janet smiled sweetly at her helpless boy and gently lay him on his back again. Then she pulled the sheet off him and reached for his pajamas. His hips stuck out sharply and his belly was sunk in. Hooking her fingers in the waist of his pajamas, she tugged them down. 

She expected to see his pubic hair, but was surprised that he was shaved. Then his cock came into view. It was half-firm and lay against his skin. His ball sack was relaxed and his balls were clearly visible beneath the skin. Janet. Inhaled sharply at the sight of her son's manhood. Trying to maintain her composure, she continued to pull his drawers off. 

"Go ahead and pull them all the way down, Mom. I won't need them. Thanks." He was too tired to care that he was fully exposed to his mother's view. 

"Okay, now what?" She asked. "Tom? Tom? Honey" A frisson of fear caught her.

"Oh, sorry. I just fell asleep again. It's like that all the time. And I had a dream about your again. Roll me over again, Mom. I really have to go."

Janet pulled him over and held his ass as she had before. This time, her hand moved farther across his ass and her fingers cupped his cheek, the tips reaching down into his crack. Tom's cock slipped down, but he was not helping to direct it to the urinal. 

With her right hand Janet positioned the urinal under his penis. It was not aligned well and Janet faced a dilemma. She remembered Dr. Hamilton's advice to let his body tell her what she needed to do. So, she reached for his penis and pointed it into the urinal. 

Soon, a hissing sound and the sight of the bottle filling assured her that Tom was relieving himself. He dribbled the last bit out and let out a sigh of relieve. "Thanks, Mom. You're the best. I love you." And was fast asleep again.

Janet squeezed his ass cheek gently and said, "I love you too, sweetie. Just sleep. Mommy will take care of you."

She slipped the urinal away and saw his cock was wet with urine. Laying him on his back again, she reached for his pajamas. Taking his penis in her hand again, she lifted it and daubed the last drops of urine from him. It hit her that she was holding her son's flaccid cock in her hand. She admired the scene and did not make any move to let go. She just watched, but nothing happened. Janet then pulled the sheet up and covered his naked body. She leaned in to kiss Tom and left the room with the urinal in her left hand.

Janet smiled as she walked down the hallway carrying her son's urine. When she got to he bathroom, she poured the yellow liquid in the sink and rinsed the bottle. It was as natural as if she had actually been a nurse. Then she thought, " I am a nurse. I am Tom's nurse. And whatever my boy's body tells me it needs, I am going to give it to him."

She was proud of herself for getting through what might have been an awkward event without freezing. It did not seem to matter to Tom that his mother was holding his cock and helping him piss. Therefore, it did not matter to her. 

At least on one level, it did not matter. Twice he had told her he had dreamed of her. She wondered what he was dreaming and why it was of her.

At ten o'clock she checked on Tom before going to bed herself. He was watching TV and seemed alert. "Need anything, honey?" 

"No, Mom. I am good. I slept pretty hard today. Have you been here long?"

"Yes, dear. I came home about 3:30. Don't you remember?"

"No. I honestly don't. I had a dream or two, but that it all."

Janet swallowed her fear. "Do you remember your dreams at all?"

"Well, it was nice, Mom. I dreamed you were my nurse in the hospital. I was pretty sexy, too, but that is about all I can recall." He smiled wryly at her and she did not know whether he was telling the truth or toying with her.

"Actually, I helped you with the urinal. I supposed you don't remember that?"

"Oh, that explains the nurse part, then." Tom grinned.

"Okay, wise guy, get some rest. Call me if you need anything. I'll be in with your breakfast in the morning.

That night, Janet slept fitfully. She kept recalling the sight of her son's penis and the act of him urinating in the bottle. It made her happy thinking of how she took care of her son. But there was another feeling she did not dare to linger on. It was the feeling of excitement having a naked man under her care and control. As she fought to regain sleep, Janet kept replaying in her mind the sight of her son's penis in her hand and the stream of clear fluid he produced. A tingling in her abdomen annoyed her and the argument in her head kept her awake. How could she be aroused by the sight of her son peeing? She hated the thoughts. And loved them.

She got up at 8 AM worried that Tom may have been awake and needing her attention. She padded down the hallway and into his room. She want not prepared for what she saw next. Tom lay there under the cotton sheet. He was on his side, but clearly visible in the folds of material was an erection pointing upward. She gave a sharp inhale. 

"It's okay," she said to herself. "Dr. Hamilton told me that men get erections like this in the morning when they need to urinate. Just calm down." But she felt that tingling again and her breath quickened. 

"Tom? Are you awake honey?" she asked hesitantly.

"Mmmm... oh yeah, I am, Mom," Tom said groggily and rolled on to his back. His erection drawing the material as he turned wrapping the stiff rod like a gift. "I need the urinal again, Mom. Could you get it for me?" He seemed so casual about his needs and the state of his erection. It helped Janet to focus on her chores and to fight down the feelings she was having. Still, helping him piss when he was flaccid was one thing. Seeing a hard cock under the sheets was a challenge more difficult.

She took the urinal and sat on the side of his bed, her hand on his thigh. "Tell me how I can help, sweetie."

"Just help me with the sheets and hold the bottle for me, okay?"

She had to pull the sheets out from under him and she was afraid it would hurt his cock when she tried to unwrap them from around him. As she pulled the sheets away, his cock sprang free and smacked his belly with an audible crack.

"Oh, are you okay? Sorry, I guess I need to be more careful," she blushed. She could hardly look him in the eye. She was wanting to look at his erect penis, instead.

"No. It's okay. Don't be scared, Mom. You have seen me naked before. Remember? I'm still your little boy and I still need my Mommy." Tom tried to reassure her. It merely gave her permission to get more aroused.

Janet smiled at him gently. "Yes. You are still my little boy. My handsome little boy. But your aren't so little any more, honey. Mommy's little boy is a big man now and Mommy is very happy to see it. But inside, you are my little boy and always will be." 

She took hold of his cock and its warmth amazed her. Veins traced along its length and the deep red head seemed to throb. She wanted to hold it and examine it for a long time, but she was aware he needed to relieve himself. So, she drew the urine bottle toward his cock and inserted the head into it. It reminded her of fucking as she saw the head of his cock disappear in the mouth of the bottle. 

Tom began his stream and she had to hold the bottle steady on his belly as he pissed. She could only dimly see his urine stream though the opaque plastic urinal. But she could feel it coursing out of his cock and could feel the warmth of it as it poured into the bottle. She let her left hand drop a bit and the edge of her palm rested on his balls as she gripped the lower part of his shaft. 

Tom, sighed audibly as he felt her hand contact his balls. "That is a relief, Mom. Thanks. You know what to do, don't you? You are a good nurse. And a better Mom."

Janet was unsure what he meant. Was he just talking about the fact he was peeing his first bladderful of the morning or that he liked her hand on his manhood. And what was that he said yesterday about dreaming about her.

Tom peed a lot into the bottle so it took a while for him to finish. As she sat there on the bedside looking at the rail-thin boy who had been so husky only three months ago, she hoped he would gain his weight and strength back soon. She studied him and made firm her commitment to recognize his body's needs. When he gained weight, she would see it fill around his bones. When he was stronger, she would see his muscle strands get thicker.

Tom was looking as his mother as she studied him. "What are you thinking, Mom" It startled her. 

"Oh, I was just looking at my boy and how you have changed. I used to love giving you baths and washing you all over. Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, I would kiss you all over and tell you how much I love you. Now, you're all grown up and I never expected to see that little boy's body again. It just brought back some memories."

Tom clasped his hands behind his neck letting Janet view him entirely. He liked showing himself off. "I used to like it when you did that. And I liked it that you let me run around the house with no clothes on. You used to pretend to chase me. I always wanted you to catch me, too."

Janet smiled at him. "Looks like you are done here." She lifted the bottle so it would not spill and withdrew his still hard cock from the end of the bottle. She lay it gently on his stomach. "I'll just pour this out and be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere," she teased him. She was feeling more relaxed and more aroused. The fact that Tom had normalized the awkwardness and recalled they way she treated him as a child made her feel more comfortable. It also unlocked one of the latches that prevented her from opening a door and crossing a threshold.

When she returned Tom was still lying there completely exposed with is cock still firmly erect for her to see. He saw her reaction and quipped, "Well you said not to go anywhere!"

"You haven't changed a bit. Still like your Mommy to see you naked, don't you?"

"Yes. Mom I still like that. Thanks for being my mom. You are the best."

"Well, what kind of mother would I be if I did not give my little boy a bath? Ready to get cleaned up?" She perked up at the thought of washing his entire body. What, she wondered, would happen when she got to the prize?

Tom did not move even as she bustled about getting a basin and cloths. The last item was a bottle of liquid soap and a bottle of lotion. She began at his head, washing what little hair he had. He had cropped himself closely before the trek. She worked diligently and directly, the acts of motherhood never leaving a woman's muscle memory.

When she got his chest and belly washed and had turned him to wash his back, she changed the water and returned to the room. Instead of continuing the longitudinal task working her way down Tom's body, Janet started again at his feet. She washed each toe working the cloth between them. His foot she rested in her bosom as she washed his calves and shins. Tom watched her every movement. His cock had softened and lolled against his skin, but as his mother started to move up his thighs, it filled again. He watched his mother's eyes. She was watching his cock.

"Tom..." she hesitated. He did not rescue her anxiety. "Mom?"he replied. 

"Tommy, do you have to use the bottle again?" she managed hoarsely.

"No, Mom. I am good. This feels so nice to be clean. You can't imagine how rough the old bull nurses were. You should have been a nurse. You are more gentle."

The tension mounted as his cock grew to its full thickness and length. A Rubicon of taboo lay in front of them; they would not be able to cross back. Janet drew in a breath and decided to act as if there was nothing wrong. Dr. Hamilton told her to let Tom's body tell her what to do. She kept that thought in her mind as she worked her way up his thighs. 

"Honey, do you think you can turn over again. I'll get your bottom for you."

"You'll have to help me. I am pretty wiped out," he replied.

She straightened his leg and reached for his hip to pull him over. Her inner arm grazed Tom's erect cock. She felt it sear her flesh, but did not let him see her reaction. Tom squeezed his ass cheeks and flexed his cock so that it would bounce against her arm again. She felt that too. 

As she rolled him on his belly, his cock disappeared from view. "Are you okay there?" she asked. "Yeah. All good."

"Well now we are going to get your knees under you. Help me as I lift your hips." Tom grunted as she lifted him and he worked hard drawing his knees to his chest. Then, at last, his ass was exposed and his cheeks were pulled apart giving his mother complete access to his anus. She warmed the rag and soaped it. Working around his cheeks, she played with him dipping her fingers only slightly into his crack. Tom lay there inertly, but hoping to feel her fingers trace his anus and even to plunge inside.

Janet felt her shame rise and with it her passion. She tried to reconcile her motherly attention to washing her son with her desire to arouse him. She felt that tingling in her abdomen and what was this? Was she getting wet between her legs? "Focus! Focus!" she told herself.

She stepped back to rinse the rag and she gasped audibly. From the short distance, she could now see his rigid cock sticking straight away and pointing down toward the bed. It throbbed and bounced. His balls hung low and she could see each one in the fine bag that contained them. With no hair to hide him, Janet could make out his entire masculine anatomy. 

She soaped the rag again and began to wash his ass once more. Tom sighed as she touched his anus briefly. That was the signal she had hoped for. His body was telling her he wanted her to touch him there. She began making small circles around his puckered opening. Tom sighed each time. "Mmmm......"

"Does my little boy like it when he gets his bottom washed?"

"MmmHmmm..." He replied and shifted his weight slightly causing her finger to wiggle against his anus. 

"Oh, you like that, do you? Well, we better get you all cleaned up then." She worked her finger into the soapy rag and pushed it against his anus. He resisted naturally at first and then relaxed. Her finger sunk in to the first knuckle and then pulled back. No reaction. Janet wondered if she had hurt him. She tried again and he let her in again. 

Her breathing was heavier now. Her son was letting her wash his ass hole and almost inviting her to push her fingers inside of him. Where was the line, she wondered, between doing a thorough job washing him and crossing into a sexual act. 

Tom showed her the line. He pushed back against her finger drawing her farther into him. Then he rocked forward again. Janet was sweating now. She pulled out and washed his entire ass again. Tom remained motionless in that ass-upward position. His face was turned away from her, but she had a better indicator of her effect on him than any facial expression. 


Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 01



His cock was dripping a long thick rope of clear fluid. It hung in a glorious thread from his cock tip to the bed. The head of his cock was deep red as if it were on fire. Janet knew from the way his body reacted that he was enjoying this gentle ministration of his private parts.

She let the cloth lie in the basin and poured the soap onto her fingers. She moved to the bed again and began to make small circles again around his anal opening. Tom felt the difference immediately between the texture of the rag and the smoothness of her fingers. Janet pressed a finger against his anus and he pushed against her allowing her inside of him. First one knuckled and then the next. Still he pushed and still she gave her finger to his hungry orifice.

When her finger was buried in his ass, he rocked forward drawing it out again. Then he fell back against the resistance of her pressure and let his mother finger fuck his ass hole. She felt his hot hole around her finger. It reminded her of how a man's cock must feel in a woman's vagina being surrounded with wet heat and pressure. She fucked him slowly with her finger matching his rhythm.

Tom's breathing was getting heavier. Her own sex organs were pulsing and she was dripping her own nectar and the scene she was both watching and participating in. 

She felt under the pad of her finger a small elevation as she fucked his ass. It was his prostate. It was smooth and rounded, about the size of a walnut, she thought. She only knew a little about a man's prostate but remembered enough that she was aware her touch was further exciting Tom.

When she drove her finger in him again, she mashed down on the prostate. Tom groaned. Janet did not stop. Out came her finger, and in it went again pressing hard against the floor of his rectum. He groaned again. "God, Mom, that is so good. Oh Mom!" 

His anus constricted against her finger and she sensed his entire body tense. Then his backbone flexed once and sagged. His anus sucked on her finger and Tom, with what energy he had moved back onto his mother's hand. His cock erupted in a tremendous orgasm. Semen flew from his cock tip and soaked the sheets. When he ejaculated it was so forceful drops landed on his chest and dripped off like rain on a roofline. 

He came and came. Janet let up on his prostate as he subsided. Her finger remained in his ass as his breathing slowed. Tom, was drenched in sweat. He seemed to be whimpering. 

"Oh Mom. Oh Mom. Oh Mom," he said over and over.

"Yes, dear. Mommy's here. Are you okay honey?"

"Yeah. I am fine. Thank you. I really needed that."

"Let me help you lie down again, sweetie."

"No. Not yet. Keep your finger in me. It feels so good. Just a little longer. Don't move it."

"Okay, honey. Mommy's finger is in her little boy's bottom for as long as he wants it there." Janet was happy. She had let Tom's body tell her what he wanted and she passed the test. Her Tom was home and she was taking care of him. And she had months of care to give him before he was strong enough to go back to college. 

Softly he murmured, "Okay, Mom. Help me again." She gently pulled her finger out of his ass. When it was free, she rubbed softly all around the reddened opening. Then she patted his ass. Pressing him, she lay him on his side so she could clean the semen off him and bed.

She wiped his stomach and chest where his coming had splattered him. His cock was fat and limp. She daubed gently at it enough to get the semen, but did not want to hurt his over-sensitive penis. 

It took a bit of work to change the sheets with Tom lying on them, but she managed. He was soon fast asleep from the exercise of the bath. Janet gathered the gear and stole out of his room looking only once over her shoulder at her boy lying angelically on his side facing her.



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 02



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma: Tom's convalescence.

Tom slept a long time after the bath his mother had given him. He was empty from the exertion. He was aware of his anus being, not sore, but exercised. His mother's gentle washing of his ass led to a powerful orgasm as she manipulated Tom's prostate causing him to ejaculate a week's worth of semen onto the bed. Tom was too weak to consider all that had happened. He just knew that he was home and his mom was taking care of him. All he could do was let her.

Janet carried the tray upstairs to Tom's room. Soft-boiled eggs and toast with coffee and cream. She called his name musically as she approached the room. He rolled over on to his back as she entered the room. His erection was visible under the tented sheet. Janet smiled as she looked at it and then at his eyes.

"Somebody is glad to see me this morning!"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know. I just woke up when I heard you." Tom did not try to hide his erection or seem very contrite in his apology. 

"Do you need to relieve yourself again?" Janet asked.

"Yeah, maybe I do," Tom replied matter-of-factly.

Janet put the tray down and went for the urinal. She held it in her right hand as she came near the bed and reached for the sheet. In one motion she pulled the sheet away to see his naked penis staring at her. She smiled again and gently slipped the bottle onto his waiting cock. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and with her left hand steadied his cock, the flat of her palm resting on his balls. She felt his warmth. His piss streamed into the bottle. She smelled its earthy aroma. When he was done, she gave his balls a gentle squeeze as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Just yesterday at the doctor's office she was scared witless about how to care for Tom. Thirty-six hours later and she was acting like cool and collected. At least on the surface. Inside she was memorizing every glimpse of him, every breath, every movement. She was burning up.

She returned from emptying the urine bottle and noticed that Tom had his hands behind his head again and was proudly showing off his erect penis to her. She raised an eyebrow and titled her head to the side in mock shock.

"Yes? May I help you?" she asked coyly.

Now it was Tom's turn to plead forgiveness. "Sorry, Mom. I guess I need to show more respect. I'll cover up."

"It's okay sweetheart. I think it's cute that you let your mother see you naked. It's like when you were a little boy running around the house naked."

"Well, actually, Mom, I sort of wanted you to see me like this."

"Oh?!" Janet replied. She moved to the bed and sat next to him. She leaned her body over him and supported herself with a straightened left arm on the other side of his body. In this way, her hip was touching his and the inside of her arm rested against his other thigh. She could see him and his cock in the same view by merely shifting her eyes a bit.

"Tell me more, son. It's okay. You can be honest with me. We have plenty of time together as you get stronger."

"Well, the thing that kept me going when I was in the woods all alone was remembering how you took care of me when I was sick. I just kept thinking that you would protect me and make me safe. Like when I was a boy and you let me run around the house naked. You always made me feel safe. So, being naked in front of you...well... it makes me feel safe again."

Janet was touched and tears came to her eyes. "You said yesterday that you had dreams. Were those the dreams you had? Of me taking care of you?"

"Yes. But there were others too. You might not like those, though," Tom looked down hoping not to break the comfort of the moment.

"You can tell me, sweetheart. Mommy wants to hear all about your dreams. You're safe again with me. You don't have to cover up in front of me," she encouraged him to go on.

Tom began. "Well remember giving me a bath yesterday? I actually dreamed it would happen. I wanted you to wash me all over. I thought how great it would be if you washed my bottom like when I was a kid. When you did that for me, it was a dream come true. Really, Mom, it was."

"It didn't go too far? I mean, I didn't hurt you?" she wanted to know.

"No. It was better than I could have ever imagined, Mom, and I want to do that again. And more. No girl has ever been so good to me. That's sort of why I went on the trek. I figured if I was more of a hero, girls would like me more."

"Oh, Tom, that is so not true. I'm a girl and you don't have to be a hero to me. I love you just the way you are."

"That's the point, Mom. You do love me. That is why I can be myself around you. And I want you to be yourself with me, too. Now that Dad is out of the picture, I know that you have been lonely. Why can't we help each other? My body is weak, but so is your heart."

Again, the dilemma. She wanted to let go and to explore this arrangement Tom suggested and at the same time knew the danger of an incestuous relationship. They could both get hurt. But the image of her handsome son lying there beneath her completely exposed seemed to beg her to relax. He was all innocence. What could be more innocent than the love between a mother and son? Where was the line that got crossed between a mother taking care of her little boy? When did it suddenly become wrong?

"Oh, honey, I don't know. There is a line we can't cross."

"But, Mom, I need you to help me. I can't do it myself."

That made sense to her. She was supposed to be nursing him back to health. Maybe if she concentrated on that, she could get through somehow. Focus on Tom's needs. Yes, that was it. Tom was most important here. 

"I see. Yes, you're right. I want to get you back to health and help you recover. Whatever it takes."

She tried to reassure him with her voice. Naturally, she reached her left hand out and began to soothe him by rubbing all over his body. Then both hands began to massage him. When she worked her way down his sides she saw a pool of clear liquid had gathered under the head of his penis. She dipped her fingers into it rubbed it into his skin. She understood that he was not only erect, but aroused. His body told her it needed attention.

She grasped his penis and began to stroke it. All the while they continued the conversation about what he needed from her. He told her about his other dreams, letting her cover him with kisses, taking him in her mouth, letting him suckle her breasts again. All these dreams Janet interpreted as signs of what he needed to make a full recovery. It was all for Tom, she reminded herself.

Before very long, she felt his cock harden in the extreme. Looking down, she saw the head get deeper red in color. Then his balls contracted and Tom's breathing deepened. He arched his back. Janet continued the same pace slowly letting his orgasm build. She felt the first bolt of ejaculate surge under her hand and then saw it stream out of the end of his cock. It flew upward with such force that it landed on his shoulder. The second and third bolts did likewise, only losing a little distance in their flight. The last three spasms produced heavy white semen but they landed near his navel. She held his cock until the last throes of his orgasm had waned. Then she felt it begin to wilt in her hand. Like a flower whose glory had shown during the early morning died as the heat of the sun drained it.

She had drained her son and felt proud of herself. She was caring for him better than when he was a little boy. She was caring for her man-son. 

Tom was exhausted. He smiled at her and tried to speak. She reached up to put her fingers to his lips. Janet did not realize that they were covered in Tom's semen until several drips fell to his lips. He licked them automatically and smiled at his mother. He tried to thank her but fell instantly asleep.

Janet stared at the semen lying in puddles on Tom's skin. Then she broke through the fence around her heart and wiped the hot spray with her fingers. She brought them to her mouth and tasted it. It was nearly tasteless, she thought. She wondered if that as another sign Tom's body was giving to her about how he was recovering. As he gets stronger, she thought, his sperm juice will taste different.

Then, without hesitation, Janet leaned over her son and started licking all the semen off his body. Her tongue trailed all over the course of his trajectory sopping up and curling into her mouth every drop of his liquid seed. Her lips sucked against him as she tried not to leave any trace. She rolled the semen around in her mouth and tried to savor it, trying to sort the various flavors as the moisture moved across her tongue. She wanted to remember it as a baseline for comparison.

When she had cleaned as much of his skin as possible, she looked again at Tom's face. It was angelic as he slept. Then Janet pulled her head down toward his limp penis. She was not going to stop until she had cleaned it too. The shriveled penis reminded her of when he was much younger. She took his little limp penis in her mouth and sucked it trying to pull the remains of his ejaculation out. Janet liked the way it felt in her mouth and decided to use that feeling as a baseline as well. She would be able to compare the strength of his erections against that information and judge how well he was recovering.

Janet was gaining confidence. It was all for Tom, after all. That was all that mattered.



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 03



Janet Asken went, in one week, from a timid mouse fretting about being good enough to care for her son Tom as he recovered from his trekking accident to being a confident and eager nurse.

She mastered giving Tom a sponge bath. They usually led to her massaging his anus and prostate gland until he erupted in a shower of come-fluid. She helped him urinate in a bottle and never hesitated to hold his cock for him as he relieved himself. And she had masturbated him to an exciting orgasm without any instruction or hesitation. She knew that there were more challenges, but she was eager to meet and to conquer them. Anything that was required to help her lovely boy recover his strength and vitality, she would do.

She soon got her wish. Tom's complete freedom about being naked gave her permission to be a little freer as well. She started by not wearing a brassiere when she was puttering around the house. She liked the way her breasts swayed under her clothes. The soft cotton blouses and t-shirts were the nicest. The rest seemed to rough up her nipples. 

She found a satin nightgown top that was delightful to wear. It followed the curves of her breasts and emphasized her nicely shaped nipples. She hoped Tom liked it. Because she could not bring herself to ask, though, she thought she would do a test. Tom's body was a good measure of his responses.

She wore the nightgown top into his room the next evening. She purposely left the top three buttons undone. She had been going around with no bra for four days, so it was only a small step ahead. 

Janet leaned over to kiss him giving him a full view right down her blouse. She bent down once more to give him his medicine. And a third time to adjust his pillow. Then she stepped back and observed his cock under the sheets. Sure enough, it was swelling. 

"Why sweetheart, I think you like seeing Mommy's titties, don't you?"

Tom nodded and smiled.

"Well all you had to do was ask me. I would have shown them to you any time. After all, you let me see you naked. Why shouldn't we be on equal terms? Would you like Mommy to show you more?"

"Hell, yes. I mean. I'm sorry Mom. I know you don't like me swearing. But you are so pretty that I couldn't help it."

"It's okay, honey. I am flattered. Well, let me see what happens when I unbutton all these buttons and let you have a peek as I finish up in here." She let her top go free, hanging only from her shoulders. Her breasts hung down and her nipples stood out. Tom caught glimpses every time she moved. He moved his hand down to his cock and began to stroke it.

"Oh, sweetheart, you do like Mommy's titties, don't you? Show me how they make you feel. Rub your cock for Mommy." She was encouraged that he was beginning to take care of himself. "Let me pull those nasty sheets down so you have plenty of room."

As she did, her blouse slipped off her shoulder exposing one breast completely. Tom's cock jerked at the sight. So, she slipped the other shoulder off and stood next to him letting him look at her all he wanted to.

Janet lifted one breast and then the other, weighing them for him and holding them out to him. Her nipples pointed away from her midline and faint stretch marks indicated that she was no longer a youth. But gravity had been kind to her and she was proud that her breasts excited her boy. She pulled on her nipples to make them stand out for him. 

"Mmmm... I like you looking at me, sweetheart. It makes me feel pretty. You think I am pretty don't you, honey?"

Tom nodded and stroked his cock regularly. He could not take his eyes off his mother's breasts. She leaned over to inspect his work and her breasts hung down within inches of his own skin. Tom reached up to hold one of her tits, cupping it and feeling its girth. Janet purred. She got an idea and moved to where he could rub his cock in very close proximity to her dangling breasts.

Bending over him she let her tits graze his cock as he stroked it. Tom focused on her nipples as they brushed against his hand. He let go of his cock and placed his hands on the sides of her tits. She knew what he intended. Soon, he was running his cock between her breasts giving her a good tit-fucking.

Janet loved the feeling of the hard, hot rod dividing her flesh. She loved seeing it peek from between her breast. His pre-cum was lubing the skin and smearing itself on her. She bent her head to see if she could catch it with her lips. Too far away. 

Tom continued to rub himself between her tits but more quickly. He was going to come, she could sense. He looked at her directly and then at his disappearing cock. "Oh, Mom. I'm going to shoot."

"Come on honey. Give Mommy your cock juice. Cover me sweetheart. Let Mommy have your man-milk. Shoot on me, Tommy."

He did. She stopped rocking and Tom held his cock straight up spraying her tits with hot come. She felt each drop as it burned on her tender titflesh. Drops hung on her and slowly moved aside. Several times her nipples got blasted and it reminded her of when she nursed Tom as a baby. If only she could give him milk now.

When he was done, Janet moved up on the bed leaning her tits over his face. He did not need any further instruction but opened his mouth and accepted the juices she offered from her breasts. Greedily his lapped his own semen from his mother's tits. He licked her nipples and buried his face into her soft breasts. She let him suckle her as she, on all fours, remained motionless. It looked like she were a mother dog, letting her favorite whelp nurse at her. The dirty thought exited Janet.

Then she remembered she had to taste his come to know how he was progressing. She broke the scene and dove her mouth onto his, her tongue driving into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth made the semen taste earthy. It was a different taste than the other day. She could not be sure just how to describe it, but she knew it was different. And likely a sign he was getting better.

Tom greedily locked on to her nipples and smothered himself in her bosom. The taste of his own come was pleasurable to him and he licked as much as he could manage. Soon, he was exhausted again. A faint smile remained as he drifted off to sleep.

Janet had become so aroused by her son's excitement and his orgasm, that she needed her own relief. She moved back down on the bed to where she could lay her head on Tom's hip. She stared as his damp and limp penis. She did not resist her desire any longer and moved over him slightly so she could take his cock in her mouth. She wanted it.

She could not hold that position and remove the rest of her clothing, so she took him out of her mouth, stood and undressed the rest of the way. It was only her slacks and panties, but then she was completely naked. She had no fears that she was crossing a cultural line; she could only concentrate on her desire. She did not know if Tom were awake or not. If he were, he would see her completely exposed. He may wake soon enough, she thought.

She got in the bed with him, her right arm over Tom. She could take him in her mouth and still use her left hand to stimulate herself. She lifted his cock again and brought it to he lips. She kissed it and licked around the head. From the stimulation, she sensed it was beginning to fill. His body was telling her what it needed, she thought. 

This was just the way she liked his cock: as it was filling, not quite hard. She held his shaft feeling it move with blood. His balls were cupped gently in her left hand and her right encircled his lengthening penis.

Janet could not help herself. She moved to where she could take his manhood into her mouth. The head slipped in easily between her warm lips. Tom seemed to tense at first and then relaxed. Janet liked the way the head filled her mouth rubbing against both her tongue and palate. It was so wrong for her to give her son a blowjob. He was her son; there was a line. And yet, she could not stop herself.

His cock continued to fill and she felt it grow filling more of her mouth. She was breathing through her nose now. She moved her head in order to take him farther into her warm mouth. He was completely hard and she felt the blood pulsing in his head.

She let go his balls and began to rub herself between her legs. She was damp and she plowed her fingers through her thatch reaching for her aching clitoris. Slow circles around the tented organ, letting her pleasure rise. She wanted a photograph of the scene. Janet imagined it would be both beautiful and very sexy.

She began to stroke Tom's cock as she moved her head over it. It was the counterpoint rhythm to her own manipulations. Then she felt Tom's hand on her hip. He gently let it flow over her skin. She burned with desire for her son, now.

Because she was on her side, he was able to run his hand down her ass. He parted her cheeks gently and let his fingers run up her crack, teasing her. Janet sighed audibly letting Tom know he was invited to continue. He let his hand roam up her back and over the rampart of her ribs. He reached for her breast. She jolted when he touched her proud nipple. Tom gently tugged on it, then let his hand explore down below again, following the curve of her arm. He could feel the machinery of her hand working the her clitoris.

As his own orgasm was building, Tom settled his attention on Janet's ass. Recalling how wonderful her finger-fucking of his own ass, he decided to return the favor. He slid his hand between her cheeks and let it graze her winking anus. Janet rolled slightly hoping to part her cheeks for him. She was abandoning all sense of shame and propriety as she sucked her son's magnificent cock and rolled her own hard clit under the pads of her three fingers.

When Tom dipped his finger deeper, he slid toward her vagina. Janet poked him with her fingernails. He knew he was touching his mother in a place sons were not allowed to venture. There was now no line they would not cross. The territory was breached. It only needed to be explored and claimed.

Her wetness dripped on her thighs. Tom ran his fingers in her juices and began to pain her sex region with her own moisture. It was enough for him to slide his finger easily around the puckered skin of her asshole. Round and round he circled her crinkled dot. She circled round her clit. Together they would build her orgasm. 

She could not concentrate on his cock and her clit at the same time. Twin pleasures were too much for this demure woman. She satisfied herself by holding his cock in her mouth like a baby's pacifier and concentrated on her own pleasure. 

Tom was investigating the nether regions of the woman who had born and nursed him. It was exciting enough to think about; now he was performing the dirty secrets he held. The dreams were coming true.

She did not last long, unaccustomed to such strong pleasure. Her orgasm began to build between her legs and spread up her back, soaring over her shoulders and sparking down to her nipples. As she moved her hips building the wave, she opened her ass to him. Tom's finger was wet enough and she was wanting enough, that he slipped it inside her. He drove deep in her. Her anus gripped him and she bucked. She wanted him to fuck her hard with his finger. He obliged by pumping it in and out of her as she had done for him.

The passion Janet felt for her boy spilled over onto him and he was just as fired up. As she began to thrash, his own wave of orgasm started. He was going to come in her mouth. He wanted to fill his mother's mouth with his seed. She had tasted him already, now he wanted her to have the full meal.

He managed to grunt letting her know he was about to ejaculate. Then he poured his first bolt into her waiting mouth. It seeped into the crevices not occupied by his cock. Then the next loads came harder and Janet strained to take them without chocking. She pulled his head back letting him shoot into the cavity of her mouth. Her lips playing on his cockhead like a lute. Semen seared into her.

Then she exploded in an orgasm. She was impaled on his finger down below and sucked on his cock with her mouth. She was in so much joy, she let the orgasm take her away. She bucked wildly in the bed thrusting her ass onto Tom's finger, sucking the seed out of her son's hot cock. This was her reward for the care she had given him. Tom's body was telling her he was on the mend. He was getting stronger.

She did not taste his semen so much as gulp it. Her fingers continued to draw the orgasm out of her and she did not want to stop it. Slowly she became aware that it was over and she was getting sensitive so she slowed her pace.

Tom's finger remained firmly in his mother's anus. Neither of them was in a hurry to have it withdrawn. Nor did she want to take his cock from her mouth. He spoke first.

"I love you, Mom. You are my dream come true. I have wanted to do this with you for a long time. It is what kept me going while I was lost on the mountain. I just had to get home to my beautiful mom."

Tears began to fall from Janet's eyes. She was overcome with joy and relief. She finally pulled away from his cock and moved up the bed to kiss him. He pulled his finger out, allowing her to scoot forward. She studied his face, then leaned in to kiss him. He opened his mouth and felt her tongue drive in. He tasted his come on her. Her tears wet his cheeks. Her naked body covered his. 

He was getting better. Janet was getting better. They slept for a long time, not bothering to cover or to get clean. Their legs twined together. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her ass cupped in his hand. Hers holding his precious cock and balls.



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 04



Tom Asken had survived a trekking accident and was nursed back to health by his devoted mother. She did everything for Tom, letting his body tell her what he needed. Sex is a powerful drive and Janet used his virility to bring him to health. In the process, she too was made whole. 

Tom was strong enough to take walks around the neighborhood. Janet walked with him. He wanted to jog and managed about 100 yards before he was exhausted. Sweating, they managed to stumble back to the house. 

"A little too much too soon, Tom. We have plenty of time. Don't over do it," Janet cautioned.

"I just wanted to see how far I could go."

Winking at him, she said, "Oh, you've gone pretty far already, young man. I should know."

He smile back at her gently rubbed his crotch. "I'm not at the end of the trail yet, though."

"You need a shower. A COLD one!" Janet teased him by cupping her breasts licking her lips. She and Tom had been very free in their nakedness and then their sexual exploration. Neither of them felt any shame. Instead, it was Janet's openness to Tom's sexual energy that was the key to the recovery.

"Yeah, a shower would be good. I need a little help, though, Mom. I need to pee."

"Oh, honey, we can wait till you get in the house, can't we?"

"No, Mom. I gotta go now." He pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out.

"But, Thomas! We are in the front yard. People will see!" She was shocked and at the same time sort of excited to see him whip his cock out in public. Perhaps Luda, next door would want some of him. She always liked Tom while he was growing up. If she saw him watering the flowers, she might want more of Tom. The thought that had begun as titillating, now turned to jealousy. He was her boy. She would have him all to herself.

She stepped in front of Tom so no one would see. She reached down to hold his cock and grasped it just before his stream let go. He leaned against her slightly steadying himself. Janet felt the urine begin to course through his cock, then a golden stream came out the end and hissed against the grass. She loved seeing him piss outside. She had studied him as he used the urine bottle, but this was glorious to see a strong stream of piss coming from Tom's cock.

She had a naughty thought and acted on it before asking him. Tom stood with his hands on his hips. Janet was directing his cock. She pointed it toward her feet. As the stream got closer, Tom warned her to be careful. 

Then she directed his cock head at her thighs. He continued to empty his bladder and she began to get soaked . She sprayed both thighs and held his cock up higher to wet her pussy. It now looked like she was the one who had pissed herself. Her bare legs dripped with his strong-smelling piss. 

He was not slowing down. Janet loved the feeling of his warm stream washing her. It felt so natural and so naughty at the same time. 

She looked at Tom in the eyes. He was staring at her. Janet smiled at Tom and leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue darted inside his open mouth. Still he pissed. He know what she was doing and he liked it. He was pissing in broad daylight in their front yard. His mom held his cock for anyone to see. And she was making him piss on her. He was watering the lawn and his mom at the same time.

As his bladder finally emptied, Janet felt it get hard. Tom was as excited by the public display and the fact that he was giving her a hot-piss shower. He wanted her to jerk him off now. He urged his cock in her hand. 

"Okay, sweetie, let's go upstairs. We need to get us both cleaned up." Tom did not pull his shorts up. He just walked up the grass to the house with his waistband under his balls and his cock pointing the way. Janet led and his cock followed her like it was a dog after a rabbit. They went inside and trudged up the steps to the bathroom. Tom followed his mom, watching her hips shift at every step she climbed. He wanted to dive between her butt cheeks and lick her ass. He was on fire. And definitely on the mend, thanks to his mother's great nursing care.

The bathroom had a nice broad, tile floor. The shower was a walk-in affair with a rain head that could be adjusted for soft or pulsing showers. Tom began to strip. His shorts and underwear came first, then his shirt. He leaned against the wall watching his mother. She was taking off her top and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her running bra did not hide her firm nipples.

"You're pretty, Mom. I guess I never told you." 

Janet looked at him in the mirror. She was touched. "I look better in clothing than out of it, I am afraid. I'm no longer a young girl."

"Not true, Mom. I think you're beautiful. See?" He looked down at his cock, inviting her eyes to follow. She was his penis hanging down but filling with blood making it semi-firm. It's the way Janet liked it best.

"The lie detector never lies, eh?" she replied. "Let's see what happens to the needle next." She tugged on own shorts. She was not wearing any panties, so as she pulled them down, she exposed more of her smooth flesh to him. He saw the dimples in her back just above her hips, then the hint of her cleft. She pulled them farther down revealing the globes of her ass. Tom loved his mother's ass. It was firm and round with a lovely overhang where her cheeks met her thighs. She bent over and lifted one leg and then the other from her shorts. She looked Tom directly now. Her legs were still wet from the golden rain that Tom gave her in the front yard. 

"I see the needle has moved up a bit, sir. Still telling the truth about how I look to you?"

Tom nodded and pushed his hips forward a little, giving her more to see.

Janet stood and turned round. Tom saw the landing strip of pubic hair and his cock bounced. She had shaved recently asking Tom what he liked. She had considered shaving all her pubic hair, as Tom had done, but he asked her to leave some. He liked to feel it against his face when he ate her out. She spread her legs a little, letting him seem between them. She dragged her fingers through her pubic hair, tossling it from the matted way it lay. Then she reached down and felt for her lips. Janet tugged on them extending them for Tom to see. She had long pussy lips that formed a nether mouth, very kissable, Tom thought. He liked to suck her pussy lips into his mouth imagining what it would be like if she had a cock. Tom was very good at sucking her lips in and at the same time separating them with his tongue. The combination of stimuli pushed Janet over the edge on more than one occasion.

His cock now stood at a distinct and firm angle. It continued to rise. Janet smiled at him, pleased to have such a fine cock all to herself. She could not have imagined 19 years ago, when this boy was born that he would be the source of all he joy even when he was no longer a baby. But he was still her baby. And her man.

Janet hooked fingers under the elastic of her bra and drew it slowly over her chest and then her neck and head. As she cleared her breasts, they bounded downward, the nipples point away from her midline. They jiggled again as she pulled the bra over her head. She tossed the bra and stood there akimbo letting Tom see her completely naked and exposed to him.

Tom's cock showed his approval and now stood at an impossible angle upward. It ached from the hydraulics needed to maintain such a hard erection. He bounced himself away from the wall and walked over to her. She reflexively opened her arms to receive him. His cock touched her first causing her belly to flinch. As it slid upward, though, she felt its heat against her. Her nipples poked into his chest and her arms wrapped around him. He bent down to kiss his mother full on the mouth. She opened her lips to receive his probing tongue. They stood locked in this love embrace and slowly rocked in a rhythm they seemed to know by heart.

"Let's get in the shower," Janet whispered. She turned from him and opened the shower door, reaching in to adjust the water temperature. Tom followed and stepped in. He leaned against that wall too before sliding down it and landing himself on the cypress stool they kept in the shower. It was the right height for him to sit and wash or for Janet to set a foot on as she shaved her legs.

Janet soaked herself with the clean spray of water and began to lather a cloth. She let Tom watch her entire ritual from face to toes. He studied her movements, unconsciously stroking his aching cock. Janet washed only her front. "I want to get you cleaned up and then you can wash my back, okay?"

Tom stood and let his mother wash his face and then down his chest to his legs and feet. She turned him and scrubbed his back. The warm water rinsed the suds away. It was an Eden of delight and innocence for them to be naked and simple with each other.

"We need to clean you up a little sweetie. Let me wash your bottom and then I'll shave you again."

Tom turned and bent slightly giving his mother access to his ass. She knew how to wash him so he would stay excited. Dipping her finger into his ass, she covered his anus with soapsuds and stirred around his crinkled hole. Then she slipped a finger inside and worked it back and forth like a bottle-brush. Tom groaned letting her know he approved of the sensation. She grazed his prostate and he squirted a long stream of pre-cum.

When Janet pulled her finger from his ass, she turned his hips so she could clean his cock and balls. She lathered her hands again washing them clean and began to stroke Tom's cock. She loved the way his veins rippled against her fingers. She cupped his balls with the other hand and separated them with her fingers. She slid her hand back and moved a finger into his ass again, teasing him. "Oh, my boy likes it when Mommy washes his big man parts, doesn't he?" she cooed.

Tom groaned, "Yes, Mommy. I do." He knew she liked this kind of sex-talk. He preferred to think of her as closer in age, like she was his girlfriend, but if this is what got his mom hot, then he was going to play along. "Mommy, makes me feel so good. Rub me, Mommy and touch my bottom hole again."

Janet let her finger stray once more and drove him deeply; her sharp nail let him feel how far into him she was. Then she pulled back and told him to lean against the wall.

Janet lathered his cock again and reached for the razor. He had a five-day stubble and she intended to remove it. She grasped his cock and shaved up and down the inside, then pulling it downward, slipped the blade along the top of his shaft. She deftly cleaned his groin and went to work on his balls. These were trickier to do. She held his shaft in one hand and tugged the skin of his ball sack tight so she could whisk the blade around. Soon enough, she was done and stood back to examine her work. 

"It looks good, but I need to check to see if I did it good enough," she said. The razor went on the shelf and Janet's head went down to her son's hard shaft. She licked it from tip to joint feeling with her tongue for any spikiness. She opened her mouth and pulled his balls in. They, too, were slick. The soap scent and sweetness satisfied her that she had washed her boy very clean. 

"I love this cock. It is so beautiful. I want to swallow it whole sometimes. Oh my you are beautiful to me." She looked up at him with adoring eyes.

"Don't stop on my account. Suck that cock, sweetheart." Tom was eager to unload, but Janet had other plans.

"Not so fast, youngster. Mommy's not done with her shower." Janet stood and turned around. She wanted to wash her ass again. Getting soap in her cunt stung too much to be enjoyable and she knew her boy was too randy to be careful. She cleaned her pussy and ass scrupulously and then asked for him to help. 

"You can sit there, honey. Just reach up and wash Mommy's back for her. Here's the rag." Tom took the rag and stretched his arms upward. He had not problems washing her shoulders all the way down to her butt. As he drew the rag down her spine, Janet tipped her hips pushing her ass closer to him. Tom got the message and placed both his hands on her hips. The rag slipped to the floor as he grasped his mother's body.

He pulled her closer. He was at the right height and she the right angle. With his thumbs he was able to pull her cheeks apart slightly. His nose drove into her crack and his cheekbones separated the round halves of her sweet ass. He pushed his tongue deeper and he felt the distinct slickness of her anus. He ran his tongue up and down against her puckered skin. He explored downward and tasted her pussy juices seeping from deep within her. She was hot for him and tried to impale herself on his face. Janet reached down and began to rub her clit as her son licked her in the most secret way.

Janet worked her clit and tilted even more making sure Tom had access to her ass. Tom pulled his mother's hips closer to him and now concentrated on licking her ass. He circled her anus and dipped the tip in her as far as her muscled ring would allow. It drove her wild. Her knees were weakening as she felt the climax rushing over her. She screamed as she orgasmed and leaned hard against Tom's face. Electricity shot from her ass to her clit to her nipples and then all over her body. She was on fire. Energy shot from her and started to fall. 

Luckily Tom had her hips still his hand and was able to guide her downward until she understood he wanted her to sit on lap. It was perfect docking as his straining cock slide perfectly into her hot vagina. Though she was wet, it still hurt a bit to receive his cock, the aftermath of her orgasm had her too tense. Gravity overcame her hesitation, though and she sat firmly on top of him, his cock buried in her. Her full pussy lips closed around his shaft sucking on his rooted deeply rooted shaft. 

They sat for a moment in a wet tableau, the shower raining gently on them. Tom could not wait much longer. His slick penis absorbed every bit of her heat. Tom did not move very much at all. The stimulation of licking his mother's ass fired his imagination. He saw pictures of the forbidden pleasure flash in his mind. He began to ejaculate spontaneously. Janet felt his penis pulsing and knew he was filling her with his hot white seed spray. She reached back to feel him, trying to reassure and encourage him as he pumped is force into her.

"That's my good boy. Give Mommy your sweetness. Fill me, son. I want my little mouth to swallow you up. Oohh... that's right, Baby. Let Mommy feel it in her."

She continued to talk him through every jolt and spasm. When he was done, she tensed her muscles taking some of her weight off his lap. He sagged his head toward her and kissed her on her shoulder. "Oh, that was so wonderful, Mom. That was so wonderful."

He regained his strength and Janet stood. His now-softening cock slipped out of her with a smack. A flood of semen ran down her legs. As she stepped aside, she smiled broadly at the feeling and the sight of so much come-fluid coursing out of her. "Oh, that is so sweet of you to give it me, Tom. Look how much is in me, still." Cream ran out of her pussy and down her leg just as his piss had done a half hour before.

Tom was rather proud of his production. He watched his seed run from his mother's still putting cunt lips all the way to her toes. 

Janet began to run her hands along her legs, rubbing the semen into her skin. She covered both her legs before bringing a finger to her lips. Then in a dramatic way she announced:

"Yes, Mr. Asken, this is the kind of skin lotion I like. It makes me feel so young. And it tastes great. I hope you have a steady supply, for I shall require it daily."

Tom, though physically drained, was still able to reply, "Oh I think the supplier is gearing up for a major run on the product. But you have an exclusive right to all of it."

Janet had an idea. She felt like she needed to pee. So much stimulation and feeling so free with Tom, she decided to let it flow. At first it was a tiny trickle, but Tom saw it immediately. He brightened and flashed his look at Janet. She saw the glint. Then he looked down again at her twat. 

Janet's urine began to stream out of her giving Tom, now his second wish fulfillment. He was watching his mother pee. A golden stream ran from her and touched the shower floor. Tom, spread his legs letting his feet soak in the pool of yellow water. He moved again and introduced his leg into the stream of urine coming out of is mother. Janet did not flinch or adjust her stance. She understood immediately what he was doing. She wanted to let him have as much of her as she could, but soon her bladder was empty and only drips and drops fell now.

Tom looked up at his mother. "You are so beautiful, Mom. I love you. Thank you for being my mom. And my girlfriend."

Janet was touched by the sentiment. She knew he was going to be fully recovered. She would not lose him now. He was going to be her strong man forever. She kissed him. Tom would never leave her. She was all he ever needed now.



Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 05



Thank you for all the positive and encouraging comments. I am grateful to all. I enjoy reading your comments and am inspired by your ideas for other stories. This genre is not for everyone and some have been quick to criticize. Perhaps they needed mothers who loved them as Janet loves Tom.

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The weeks flew by and Tom gained strength and stamina every day. He had put back the weight he had lost and was every bit the handsome college man that Janet had hoped he would be. Her joy, however, was mixed with sorrow because she knew that the new school term was starting and he would be leaving her.

As they drove to Dr. Hamilton's office, Janet broached the subject. "Tom, I know we have not talked in other than generalities, but the fall session will be starting and we need to contact the college about your enrollment." 

Tom had been expecting this conversation. Dreading it, actually. He had loved being home and being the object of his mother's affection. He loved his mother. Literally, he had loved her in ways that no man had ever done. Their sexual and emotional relationship was deep and varied. They had crossed a barrier that most "proper" people would never have approached. 

Yet, he had a dilemma. Did he leave the comfort of the familiar to continue his college career or did he continue playing house with his mother? He did not want to lose the precious feeling of intimacy they had developed. Nor did he want to limit himself to this relationship forever. 

Fortunately, they had arrived at Dr. Hamilton's office before either of them had to do much more talking. "We'll continue later, Tom. Ready to see the doctor, sweetie?" Janet tried to put a good face on and smiled weakly at her handsome boy. 

"Sure, Mom. We really do need to think things through." Tom reached over and squeezed his mother's thigh. He looked into her eyes and felt himself leaning closer, his mouth opened, expecting to kiss her full on the lips. Janet hesitated for a second worried that the parking lot may be too public. She gave in as he drew close enough for her to smell his skin. She loved the way her son's skin smelled. She loved the gentle scratching of his beard on her own skin. Janet opened her mouth to receive his insistent tongue. She sighed gently at the familiar feeling it aroused in her.

Tom slid his right hand over her thigh and drew it up to her breast. The satin blouse yielded to his touch and he felt her nipple stiffen under his palm. He liked the way her nipples got erect at the slightest touch. She was his woman, now, and he could call out of her any number or responses to his sexual intentions. 

Janet pushed him back gently. "We need to see the doctor, Tom. Come on, honey. We don't want to be late." She smoothed her blouse, but could not flatten her nipple on command. It minded its own business.

Tom relaxed and moved away. They held each others' gaze before opening the door. "I love you, Mom. I'll never leave you."

"Let's talk about this later, honey. We have to see Dr. Hamilton now." She turned to open the door. Tom followed suit and they walked toward the building side by side, if a little too close.

Janet's nipples remained erect. Tom was happy to see them so. He knew his effect was a lasting one. 

They checked in and waited only a few minutes when his name was called. 

"Mr. Asken? Mr. Asken?" The male paramedic looked at the only two people in the waiting room: Tom and his mother. Janet got up as Tom did and the paramedic shot her a quizzical look. Tom intervened. 

"My mom is a nurse. She is the one who has all the records for my recovery. She needs to come in. I lost a lot of my memory from the trek." Tom sounded so authoritative the paramedic seemed embarrassed. As they passed, the paramedic, holding the door for them, noticed Janet's tits, the shimmer of the satin blouse inviting long looks. He noted the erect nipples straining against the bra beneath. To himself, he wondered what it would be like to lock onto to them. He was jealous of Tom and he didn't even know why. 

Janet had changed in the 14 weeks of Tom's recuperation. No longer the timid and worried mouse who first consulted Dr. Hamilton about Tom's morning erections. Janet was assured now, more confident. It was a sure, but gentle sort of confidence, like she was well-loved. Dr. Hamilton saw her self-assurance grow with each visit. He chalked it up to Tom's improvement and her relief. 

When Dr. Hamilton entered the room, he was surprised to see the muscular man sitting on the exam table. Tom was so much changed Dr. Hamilton had to stop in his tracks. 

"Tom, my boy, I can't believe it. I never would have thought I'd see such changes in one so weak. You look fantastic."

"Good nursing, Doc." Tom smiled.

"I'll say. We need to bottle that kind of nursing and give to all our patients."

"Well, it has a lot of mother's love in the recipe. I never would have made it without her." Tom looked over at his mom lovingly. Dr. Hamilton followed his gaze.

The sudden compliment made Janet flush and her nipples, which had calmed down, suddenly lurched outward again. Janet made no attempt to hide them. She had become proud of her body and not the least worried at how it reacted. Being naked with Tom and making love to him had taught her to enjoy her physical reactions.

Dr. Hamilton stared at her nipples awkwardly. Janet was an otherwise plain-looking woman. Somehow, even plain women can become beautiful if they let their nipples show. He thought to himself, "Why women today go for those football pads they call bras these days, I will never understand." 

Janet recognized that her breasts were getting Dr. Hamilton's attention and she sat a little higher in the side chair. "Oh, Tom is just being kind, Doctor. All I did was follow your advice. I remember it very clearly. 'Just let Tom's body tell you what it needed.' And that is what I did. Whatever I saw Tom's body needed, I gave him." She did not even notice the innuendo she had revealed. 

Dr. Hamilton caught it. "Well it was good advice, I suppose. He looks great. Let's just do an exam and make sure we can close this case out." He excused Mrs. Asken, but Tom insisted she stay. 


"Doc, Mom has seen me naked and in bad shape. I want her to be here when you pronounce me all better. I am not embarrassed to be naked in front of my mom. She saved my life."

Dr. Hamilton shook his head wondering what else may have happened in the course of Tom's recovery. "Suit yourself, young man."

Janet was silent but watched eagerly as Tom undressed. He got back on the table and paper sheet crinkled as he scooted himself up. He lay there completely exposed. His cock was half-full, the way Janet loved. He smiled over at her. When Dr. Hamilton turned away, Tom, fondled himself and gave her a better view of the head. It was pointed at her, the slit at the end of his cock like a snake's eye looking at her.

Dr. Hamilton examined Tom from toes to temple, palpating him and listening. He seemed fine. "One last thing. Sorry to do it to you, but we need to check the prostate. If you will get on your hands and knees, Tom, I'll make this as quick as possible."

Tom obeyed and as he was positioned ready for Dr. Hamilton's finger, Tom liked knowing his mother was watching. His balls hung low and his cock filled a bit more. He spread his knees and waited for Dr. Hamilton's probing finger.

There it was. Tom felt the lubricant on his anus. It felt good. He leaned back slightly against the pressure of Dr. Hamilton's probing. Ahh.... Then Dr. Hamilton inserted his finger firmly. First one knuckle, then another. His fist hit Tom's ass and slowly withdrew. Tom felt the doctor run his digit over his prostate. Then he rolled his hand feeling Tom's insides. 

"Tom, I am going to check you for a hernia while you are in the position. Bear with me."

With that slight warning, Dr. Hamilton grasped Tom's balls and cock in his hand and squeezed. With the other hand he began to finger fuck Tom's ass. Tom liked it, but liked even more the fact his mother was watching. Dr. Hamilton stroked Tom's cock several times with his bare hand and then felt his balls again, rolling them between his fingers.

Tom liked the sensation and quipped, "Dr. Hamilton, I don't know if I should send you flowers tomorrow, or you should send them to me."

Dr. Hamilton laughed. He had felt up the young stud and gotten away with it under the pretense of a physical exam. His own cock was hard. He liked having Mrs. Asken as an audience while he finger-raped her son. Later he would masturbate thinking of Tom's cock. He would imagine himself sucking on it from below and working his finger in Tom's ass. Then, he imagined, as Tom ejaculated, he would mash his prostate and Tom would dump a spectacular load in his mouth.

Dr. Hamilton finished his exam and removed his glove. "You can get dressed now. Assuming, you want to." His sarcasm was only slightly covered by a chortle.

Tom did get dressed and waited with his mother for the verdict. All systems were fine and he was cleared to return to college.

It was good news and bad news for Janet. Her boy was alright. She had brought him out of the wilderness and back to full strength. But it was bad news since he would be leaving her and returning to school.

On the way home, she talked to Tom about it. He looked ahead as he drove.

"I am going to miss you, Tom. What we have is so rare and so special. I have grown so accustomed to having you around the house, that I don't know what I am going to do without you." Janet began to cry.

Tom reached over had grasped Janet's thigh. She rolled slightly toward him and let his fingers slide between her legs. Her cotton skirt was cool to his touch, but her skin beneath was warm. He let his fingers slide upward until the edge of his palm rested against her mound. She opened her legs slightly. 

Janet was not actually intending to get frisky, she just wanted her son's touch to calm her. He massaged her pussy as he spoke.

"Mom, I will never leave you. I'm just going away or for classes. I'll be home every weekend and then there are school breaks. What am I going to do with three and a half years of college?"

"Yes, I know, dear. It's just that I am going to miss you so. Do you promise to come home often?"

"Of course, I will. You're my girl. Now, don't spoil what was good news. Let's enjoy ourselves." Tom was chipper as he drove them along.

"Hey, where are we going? This isn't the way home," Janet protested.

"A little surprise for you. For us," Tom added.

After a bit, he pulled in to La Belle, a French restaurant they liked. Janet was pleased and let him get the car door and then the café door for her. He announced their reservations and they were taken to a table overlooking the park.

Dinner was ordered and they sipped their wine munching on the bread. Playfully, Janet rubbed her foot up and down along Tom's leg as he sat across from her. The long tablecloth hid everything from view. No one was watching anyway, but it added to her feeling of naughtiness. She was flirting with her son, after all. The more she rubbed him, the more she imagined herself being taken by the strong man sitting across from her.

Tom broke the reverie by reaching in his jacket pocket are removing a gift box. He extended his hand across the table to her. She slipped her fingers into his palm. Then he pushed the box toward her.

"What is this, Tom? A present for me? How did you..." She was confused. When did he have time to shop for her? How could he pay for something? It looked like a jewelry box.

"Open it. Just open it," he instructed.

It was a pearl necklace about 22" long. Janet gasped when she took it out. It was lovely. She shot him a look of concern.

"Remember how that outdoor magazine asked me about my trekking accident? Well, they bought my story and paid me for it. So, I had the money to get the pearls and I did a little shopping on line. See? You don't know me all that well, after all, do you?" He teased.

Janet slipped it around her neck. It hung gracefully and lay against her breast curving over her slim collar bones. She looked at Tom to see if he were pleased as well. 

"Perfect," he said. "Every time you wear them, say to yourself, 'My son gave me a lovely peal necklace.'"

Tom was pleased with himself. He intended the double meaning. He also intended to give her a different sort of pearl necklace later. 

"It will be a great way to remember all you have done for me, Mom. Thank you. Let's make this night a celebration of my recovery and our discovery."

He sounded so grown up, Janet thought. She toyed with the necklace all through the meal, looking down at it hanging just above her small cleavage.

Tom told her it looked great with her outfit. "It will look good with whatever you wear or don't wear." He winked at her. Janet raised her leg to remove her shoe and then slid it up Tom's leg. She rested the ball of her foot on his crotch. He responded by getting hard for her. When Janet felt his arousal, she rubbed her foot in circles. It was just enough to keep him erect without bringing him off. 

They prated through dinner and dessert. Tom paid cash for the meal and escorted his mother out. The waiter watched the couple leave noticing the $50 tip first and then the way the young man grabbed the woman's ass as they left. "Some lucky cougar got herself a boy toy," he mused. 

Janet leaned over toward Tom as he drove home. She fondled her son's dick through his clothes. "I want this cock in my mouth, my little boy. Will you give Mommy this nice hard cock?" she purred.

Tom smiled down at her. He liked the way the peal necklace dangled. "You can play with it all night long. You might even get another pearl necklace."

"Mmmm... I'd like that very much." Janet looked up and licked her lips.

When they pulled into the garage, Janet popped out and announced she was getting in the shower. Tom closed up the garage and went into the kitchen to pour a drink for himself.

He was flipping through channels, sipping his soda when his mother walked in wearing a white cotton gown. It was sheer enough he could make out her form beneath. She paused at the window. Light from the streetlight illuminated her from the side. The soft light of the table lamp did the rest. She was wearing the necklace.

She stood there with the gown parted down to her naval. Tom could not see her breasts except for the edges closest to her sternum. She looked sad or maybe tender. Tom decided, it was an innocent look. She stood there looking at him for a minute or two not moving.

Janet slowly opened her gown and pulled it off her shoulders. It pulled against her biceps and she cupped her hands around her waist. Her breasts were completely exposed to his examination. The necklace hung in a perfect arc that mirrored the shape of her breasts. 

Her breasts were not large, perhaps a B cup. Her nipples, likewise, were small. In fact, she had no areola to speak of. Her tit-flesh ended in a hard dark red nipple. Age and gravity had conspired to pull Janet's breasts down, flattening them slightly. Her nipples resisted the effects and turned upward in protest to the years. It gave her tits a perky look.

Tom feasted on the view. He loved to masturbate looking at women's breasts. All kinds of breasts excited him. Now he had the chance to study a set close up and at leisure. 

What made this small event so special was the leisure. Their sex had previously been rushed or passionate with an end in mind, or it was measured to meet Tom's strength. Tonight, he was across the threshold. Tonight he was a full-strength man again. The woman he had been fucking with abandon was standing in front of him demanding he see her as she was: More than a means of self-gratification. It's what women want. He knew this at some level, but tonight he was experiencing it. Janet demanded it by her provocative, yet slow, come-on. "You have to see me, really see me," she seemed to be implying.

He got hard as soon as she dropped the gown off her shoulders. When her tits came into view, his cock arched upward pushing away material striving toward the light. He undid his belt and pants, pulling them down to his knees. The cool air felt good on his balls and he pulled the sack adjusting its contents. He began to stroke himself openly.

Janet remained in the pose letting him examine her as she watched him work his cock. She loved seeing his cock get hard. It was so firm, the head so smooth. There was a patch of skin she had found just under his ball sack that was softer than anywhere else on his body. It was the size of a dime and she always searched for it when they had sex. 

She smiled as he stoked himself for her. She knew that she was the cause of her son's erection. It was the same erection she had seen when he was an infant and was a little boy. But tonight it was a man's erect cock she was looking at. A clear drop of fluid formed at the tip and she wanted to see Tom wipe it off and lick it. Sometimes, when she masturbated him she would collect the pre-cum and have him lick it from her fingers. Other times she would wipe it on her nipples and Tom would clean them with his hot tongue.

Tom caught his mother's eye. "You look beautiful, Mom. You are so pretty. I like the way your tits... I mean breasts are shaped."

"It's okay, Tom, call them whatever you like. They're yours, sweetheart. I like to know that you like seeing them. When you call them tits, I know you are being honest. And honestly, you like Mommy's tits, don't you?"

"Yes, Mom. Honestly, I do."

"Do you like this as well?" Janet let her gown slip farther down catching it with her hands as it draped below her hips. Tom inhaled sharply. The light from the street light caught her pubic hair making it glow. It was thick and lustrous, shaved only on the sides making a wide landing strip for him to run his face over and fingers through. 

Tom reached over and hit the power button on the remote. He wanted no distractions. Janet smiled her approval.

Her belly was flat and firm leading to her mound. Her hips were sharp and trim. Janet was a slim woman anyway, probably the result of years of worry. But she had been working out with Tom. Now she was fit, as well as trim. He studied the way the fullness of her hip curved down toward the junction of her legs. The tops of her thighs flowed evenly leading down to her knees. She held one foot in front of the other as a model poses. It accentuated the shapeliness of her form. 

Tom, looked again at her bush. He worked his hand harder in appreciation of the sight. His mother was nearly nude, not five feet from him. He could smell her perfume and almost feel her heat. He wanted her.

Her neck was getting flushed. He knew her pussy would be getting wet as well. He knew her signs. She glowed from the slightest bit of perspiration.

"Oh, that is very nice. Mom. My cock is getting very hard looking at you. I could come in a second if you keep this up." With four strokes he would have reached the point of no return. 

"Not yet, sweetheart. Pace yourself. We have all night." Janet was warm with her admonition. 

She swiveled to the right and dropped her gown altogether. There in the glow of the table lamps and the light from the street, she stood before Tom completely uncovered. She was more naked tonight than she had been even in the shower because she was opening her soul as well as her body for Tom. 

Janet took several steps to cross the distance between them He looked at her pussy as she approached. Her hips swayed casually. When she got to him, she spread her legs and straddled Tom's own legs, pulling his together a bit. She wanted to sit on his hot and hard cock, but she had some other ideas first.

Tom looked up into her eyes. He paused at her breasts, admiring them and smiled into her face. He felt the smoothness of her inner thighs on his on legs. The heat from her pussy was palpable. 




Mrs. Asken's Dilemma Ch. 05



"I want you to kiss me. Lick me, my sweet boy. Lick your mommy."

"With pleasure, Mom. Move closer."

Janet stepped onto the couch and paused as she stood over him. With her legs astride him, he had a great view of her vagina. Her lips were slim like she was. They pouted with the heat and blood of passion. Normally hidden from view when they made love, tonight they drooped below the outer lips. Tom could see they were wet.

He reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer still. She yielded and placed her knees against his shoulders. She held her arms akimbo, hands resting on her hips. "Kiss me. Kiss me," she urged again.

Tom placed his nose on the furry mound and extended his tongue. He widened it so as to taste the entire breadth of her sex. Slowly he licked her, cupping his tongue trying to drink her juices. Her vagina was a warm mouth opening to his tongue, inviting him to explore her depths. He dipped his tongue in and tasted the muskiness. His cock burned with excitement.

He jutted his chin out and stretched his tongue trying to lick her anus. He felt the slickness of her crinkled doorway, but could not do it justice. She would have to run around for him to work that spot to his (or her) satisfaction.

Tom pointed his tongue and began to concentrate on her hooded clit. He teased it probingly and then soothed it with the broad of his tongue. Alternating this stimulation had the effect he hoped for. Janet groaned and began to move her hips in rhythm to his licking. She ground her pussy into his face. If she could have shoved his whole face into her pussy, she would have been happy. Tom would have been happy as well. 

Janet reached for her tits and squeezed her nipples hard. Tom continued the stimulation and squeezed her ass cheeks. He followed her motions with his hands and slammed her hips against his face. 

"Ooh, oooh, oooh," Janet grunted in time to the slamming and the slicking of her clit. She was building to an orgasm.

Tom was not ready for her to come. He had to satisfy some urges he had as well. He pulled her hips from his face and rested his head against the couch. 

"Don't stop. Damn it, Tom. Don't you stop. Lick me, boy. Make me come. Lick me!"

He had not heard suck anger, frustration, and passion in her voice. Ever. He used the strength in his arms to turn her hips. 

"I want to turn you around so I can lick you better. Hurry and bend over me. I want to suck you from behind," Tom panted.

Janet got the message and danced around him. She bent over and shoved her ass into his face. She put her hands on his knees and curved her back emphasizing the angle of her hips. Now her ass was at the right height for him. This is what he wanted: her whole womanhood was on display and in easy reach for pleasure.

Tom held her hips and rolled his hands over her cheeks, digging his fingers in her crack and pulling her ass cheeks apart. There was the buried treasure of her slick, clean asshole. He ran his face all over her ass and dipped his nose into her crack. She smelled of soap and perfume. Sliding his nose downward it met the wet heat of her pussy. Instinctively he opened his mouth and caught her pussy lips. He drew them in sucking on them like candy. Janet sighed contentedly feeling her itching lips being sucked into him. The pull on the lips spread to her outer lips and upward to her belly. Maybe he would suck her completely into him, she hoped.

Tom loved sucking on his mother's pussy lips. In this attitude, he could bury his nose in her anus and suck on her pussy at the same time. He was buried in her, suffocating in her sexual passion. 

Janet gripped his cock and he nearly came. Her fingers wrapped around him, sending electricity up and down the length of his seven inches. Janet scooted position and placed an elbow against his thigh so she could maintain her balance as she took him into her mouth.

Here they were in complete union, a perfect circle of passion. Janet stood over him with her ass in his face. Her mouth sucked on his steaming cock. Her tits rubbed gently against Tom's thighs. Tom used his mouth to excite his mother's pussy. His face covered by her wetness and buried in her sex.

Tom drove his nose into Janet's anus. Then he released her lips and started stroking her clit with his tongue. He mashed it with the tip and slid across it. Then he drew his tongue back and dive into her vagina lapping up her cunt juice. Janet was in heaven. Her little boy was a pussy-eating machine. He was taking her to the peak.

Janet worked his cock in her mouth. She felt the bulbous end get hotter and knew he would be coming very soon. She wanted to come when he did, and conjured a picture of them in her mind. If she could see what it looked like to be eaten this way, it would drive her orgasm to a peak.

Tom felt it first. He knew the signs that his mother was going to come. Her clit receded and he knew the rolling wave of orgasm had begun. He concentrated his work on her clit or where it used to be. It had drawn inward. Then he felt her hips buck and her ass clenched against his face. She felt the lightning from her feet race upward, sparking at her pussy and streaming up both her back and belly to erupt at her face. She poured sweat from her face and the wave broke over her. It was the most painful, the most delightful orgasm she had ever had. Eight and nine convulsions, then ten before it seemed to wane. She sat on his face and let him guide her all the way up and down the path to a glorious release.

As her orgasm relaxed, Tom eased up on his tongue work. He knew how painful post-orgasm stimulation was. His mom liked it that he measured his pressure to match her desire.

Janet could breathe again and regaining her composure she intended to bring her boy off. She leaned into his face, partly to give him something to enjoy and partly to steady herself. She stroked his cock and kept in just at the opening of her mouth. Her lips kissed the head, but she did not suck him in. Her hand would do the work necessary to make him shoot his liquid seed. As much as she liked taking his load in his mouth, tonight she had another idea.

Tom groaned into his mother's pussy. His lips reached for her pussy lips. When he found them, he sucked them in again. His nose was piercing her anus. When Janet felt the flood surge upward she aimed the spout at her throat. Tom spat a bolt of gleaming, steaming seed onto her skin. It hung at the base her throat. Another volley came swiftly and she directed it to one side. The next shot, she directed to the other side. Tom's spray was hard and full and Janet managed to cover her upper chest with his release.

Tom was not aware of what was going on. He only felt the relief of a massive orgasm. His balls ached from delivering so much semen. His loved having his mother sitting on his face as he came. It was as if there were two Tom's enjoying the experience. One was delighting in the way his mother felt and the way she tasted in the depths of her private parts. The other Tom was getting the blow job of his life. 

When Tom finished coming, Janet stepped off the couch pulling away from Tom's face. He felt the cold air replacing the warmth of her sex-soaked skin. He was beat but managed to look at his naked and glowing mother with bleary eyes. She was smiling.

"Oh, Tom. I love my pearl necklace. It is the nicest thing anyone has ever given to me."

Janet's chest and throat were covered with the viscous gray liquid of Tom's spend. The other pearl necklace dragged through the semen spray as she moved. Janet had managed to get two pearl necklaces; One soaking the other. One remained hanging around her neck. The other pearl necklace began to drip and run down her skin. Janet was very happy. Whenever she wanted to think about Tom, all she had to do was look down at her necklace hanging between her breasts. She could lift it to her mouth and taste him again when she wanted to. Of course Tom would have to replenish it from time to time. 

She smiled at her boy. Then she moved over to him and leaned down to give him a kiss. She tasted herself on his mouth. She smelled the pungency of her juices on his skin. She felt warm and loved and whole. 

"Tom. I want you to share this with me. Lick me clean, sweetheart. And let me taste it as you do."

Tom grinned and stuck out his tongue to taste his come dripping down his mother's hard nipples. If he thought hard enough, he could imagine he was drinking milk from his mother's tits. 

He licked his way down her body, gather his cooling come in his mouth. Then he tipped his chin up and Janet leaned down to scoop the semen from his mouth. It was the ritual that sealed their eternal love.

They slept on the couch that night and when the morning broke, Tom went to his room to gather his things. Janet was at the door when he came down to leave for college. She tiptoed to kiss him goodbye. She wore the white gown again, open all the way down the front. Her glossy pubic hair matted from the night's adventures. Her breasts spread pleasantly apart. And in the midst of her chest hung a bright pearl necklace.