1 comments/ 190087 views/ 15 favorites Rude Awakening Ch. 02 By: dilettantish This is a complete work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. All characters described are fictional and over the age of 18. * I finally pulled myself out of my catatonic state and trudged back upstairs to my bedroom. I picked up my dress from the bed and held it close to my face looking, again, at the cum stains...the closest thing I'd had to sex in months (and with my own son). I couldn't help but remember his pecker hanging down between his legs and getting bigger as he had related last night's events to me. The thought had me leaning in and sniffing the stain, there was the slightest whiff of manly musk, the same as the smell from this morning when my nose was nestled in his hair. I glanced guiltily around the room, even though I knew I was alone and timidly stuck my tongue out and licked the stain; the same sweet salty taste from his morning release caressed my senses. I shook my head and tossed the dress into the hamper. What was wrong with me, I must be sick, he's my son! I shucked my robe, hanging it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door and turned on the shower. I had a lot to think about and I still had all the usual weekend chores to do. Before I climbed in the shower I looked at myself in the mirror, make-up a bit worse for wear, even though I'd drunkenly touched it up the night before you could still tell from my mascara that I'd been crying, lipstick smears around my lips, I can only imagine those were from rubbing my face against Danny's crotch. The coup-de-grace was the dried crusting trickle of his cum running from the left side of my mouth to my chin. I looked like a proper whore after a busy night...though I didn't feel like one, even though my mind screamed at me that I should. I climbed into the shower and slowly lathered up, thinking all the time about what to do, about my failed marriage, my cheating husband, my confused son, my feelings (what were my feelings?) about sleeping with him. I went through the motions of getting clean, shaving my legs and arm pits and washing my hair without really realizing it. My thoughts finally began to congeal as I was drying my hair, looking in the mirror again at my clean, unadorned face and deciding that I didn't deserve to be treated the way James had treated me. I finished drying off and got dressed in a loose fitting tank top and a pair of old, tight, jean shorts (a half size too small, but they're worn-in and comfortable) I wear around the house when I'm doing chores or out, indulging my hobby, gardening in the backyard. I squared my shoulders, dragged the laundry hampers downstairs, leaning them against the washing machine and grabbed the phone to call Tami. Tami works as a legal assistant in a law firm in town. When I got her on the phone and explained what I wanted she told me she'd call me right back. I hung-up the phone, sorted the laundry (leaving my husband's clothes in a pile by the back door), and started a load before working my way around the house neatening things up. Tami called back about 10 minutes later and told me I had an appointment with a good friend of her boss who would help me out. I had to be there in an hour, I thanked her and ran upstairs to change into more respectable clothes and comb my hair. Two hours later I was walking out of Bernard, Schmidt & Westing Partners firm with a smile on my face. Ms. Schmidt, the friend of Tami's boss, had assured me that the suit we had worked out against my husband was a slam dunk as he was clearly in the wrong for cheating on me with this other woman. She had retained the services of a private detective to gather further evidence, as we were still technically married and had recorded his voicemail message as evidence. It was now mid-afternoon and I knew that it wouldn't be long before Danny got home. I still didn't know what to do about what had happened between us, but I knew I wanted to be home when he got there so we could work it out. I hurried home and changed back into my work around the house clothes and moved laundry. The more I dwelt on the events of the night before, as related by Danny, and the events of this morning as I experienced them the more troubled and confused I was feeling. I began to wonder who was more confused, Danny or I? Danny had apparently harbored some sexual fantasies about me for awhile, which is wrong, isn't it? But at the same time, if I hadn't known it was him (which I didn't before he called me Mom) I would have been, and was, happy to go down on that fat, long cock of his. If there was one good thing my husband had brought, however briefly, to our marriage, it was a big dick. It seemed James had passed that trait on to his son. My mind kept drifting back to that big cock swelling before my eyes and the feel of it moving between my lips and what bothered me is that it didn't bother me that it was attached to my son. Maybe it'd just been so long since I'd had sex that I was just happy to have any attention or maybe there was a part of me that felt special the way his eyes roamed over me and his cock got hard just thinking about me. I was pondering all this while I vacuumed the house when I heard the front door slam. "Danny" I called out, turning off the vacuum cleaner, but he just stomped upstairs. I paused a minute, trying to collect my thoughts and figure out how to proceed, before finally following him up. We just needed to start talking about this if we were going to work it out. I marched up to his room and opened the door, "Listen son, we need to talk and work this ou..." I stopped mid-word; I had walked in right as Danny had removed his soiled work jeans and boxers (obviously getting comfortable after a long day at work). Once again I was staring at my sons dangling prick and large balls. He stared at me and stood up, not covering up, just looking at me. I shook my head and said "See, we really need to talk." Danny smirked at me and put his hands on his hips, "See anything you like Mom?" I turned around and said, "Really Danny, this is not helping, come downstairs when you're dressed and we'll talk, ok?" I stepped out quickly and pulled his door to behind me, it popped back a crack and I peeked through for a moment to see him wrap both hands around his shaft and start to pump it with his eyes closed. I walked downstairs, figuring I'd give him time to take care of himself and change while I made us some dinner. About 30 minutes later Danny sauntered into the kitchen in a pair of loose exercise shorts and an old t-shirt. I was working at the stove frying some vegetables as he walked up behind me and hugged me. His hands brushed the bottoms of my bra-less breasts and he snuggled up behind me pressing his chest to my back and his crotch to my butt. I could feel that either he hadn't 'taken care of himself' up in his room or he needed to do it again. I tried to keep things light and like they used to be, "Hi honey, did you have a good day at work?" I asked him as I pulled away from him to move down the counter and mix some flour for the pork chops I was going to fry after the vegetables. He got the idea and sat down at the table behind me, "Fine Mom, the usual, at least it's a wet job in the summer." We made small talk like that while I was preparing dinner. When I sat down across from him with plates of food in front of us I finally noticed how he was staring at me, like I was prey or something and his eyes kept drifting to my breasts while we were talking. I decided now was the time to broach the subject. I cleared my throat and started, "Danny, what happened this morning, and apparently last night, was wrong. I can't excuse my actions last night, and this morning I should have paid more attention and never let it happen, but it can't happen again." I took a breath, " I'm your mother and you shouldn't think of me in a sexual way. I'm sure there are pretty girls that come to the car wash or that will be at college in the fall that you can date or at least fantasize about, instead of your old dowdy Mom." Danny put down his fork and leaned back in his chair looking me up and down. Finally he spoke, "Mom, you don't get it do you? You're a MILF. All through high school all I ever heard from my friends was what a hottie my Mom was, I tried not to pay attention to their comments, but eventually I started to look at you the way they did and I saw it too. You're much more beautiful than any of those girls at school, not to mention that you have class and poise that they can only hope to grow into. That's why I started fantasizing about you and that's why after last night and this morning I won't ever be able to stop. I'm hard right now looking at you in your tight shorts with your breasts billowing out that tank top and giving me occasional glimpses of them!" As he said this he waved at his crotch, which I could see through the glass table top was engorged and tenting out the soft material of his work out shorts. "Danny!" I exclaimed, "Stop that, go to the bathroom and take care of it if you must, but it's not right." I stood up and grabbed the plates off the table, turning to wash them in the sink. I heard his chair scrape back and assumed he was getting up to go jerk off in the hall bath like I suggested. Then I heard a shuddering sigh behind me and turned to find that he'd pulled the waist of his shorts down below his balls and had his hand wrapped around his cock and was slowly stroking it right there at the dining table! "Young man, what are you doing!?" I shouted as I whirled from the sink. "C'mon Mom, you've already seen it before, hell you sucked it, what does it matter where I jerk it?" he asked as he proceeded to increase the pace of his strokes, occasionally rubbing a thumb up over the tip and smearing his pre-cum down the crown and sides of his shaft. It was rock hard and had to be a good 8 inches, pointing up at the ceiling the tip of it just clearing the table top next to where he was sitting. He began to moan and I could tell it wouldn't be long...probably by the time I got him to get up and move he'd already shoot anyway, so I huffed at him and turned around to the dishes, not willing to give him the satisfaction of my watching and not willing to yell at him when he was right (I had sucked it). With the water running and my arms up to my elbows in soapy water and clanking dishes I didn't hear when he stood up and walked over behind me, all the while jerking that monster. It wasn't until he started grunting loudly and I felt the bottom of his shaft slide along the seam of my shorts between my butt cheeks that I realized he was behind me. I jumped in place as his hands reached around on either side of me and grasped the sink while he pressed his crotch into my ass and slid it up and down. With a few more grunts he slid it all the way up and I felt a splatter of warmth on my exposed shoulder and the material of my shirt. More splatters followed down the back of my shirt soaking in and sticking to my back while he rubbed his exploding member into my butt. Finally he dribbled off and released his grip on the sink and backed off, his penis sliding down my butt crack and leaving a wet sticky trail as he stepped back and slid back into his chair at the table. "Thanks...again Mom" he said with a smirk. I turned on him, a look of anger and disappointment on my face. All the time he had been rubbing against me I'd been frozen by indecision; thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being desired and sexual on one hand, and at the same time being his mother, who should be repulsed by this incestuous act. Trying to be a good mother, even if my feelings weren't completely behind me on this, I whirled and marched up to him, my eyes seething. I yelled, "Damn it Danny, I am not some cock toy here for your amusement!" while I reached out and grabbed his softening penis with my wet and soapy hand (the mistake, I'm sure, that led to my downfall). "I'm your...mo-th...er." My word slowed and I focused on the still softly pulsing hunk of meat in my hand while Danny smiled innocently up at me. "See Mom, you know you want it, and I do too, so why resist when we can enjoy each other?" "Oh Danny" I sighed as I leaned in to hug him, not releasing him from my hand; the result was that I was bent over him at the waist and his face was buried in my cleavage. "C'mon Mom, lets just see where this goes..." It went to the living room. He half led me to the couch and had me lay down, pulling my shorts off my hips, my underwear coming with them (a common occurrence given how tight the shorts were). He stood, dropping his own shorts to the floor and now that we were both naked from the bottom down, he got down on the living room floor and crawled up to nuzzle his nose in my crotch. I was already wet, more evidence that showed me where my feelings really lay. He began to slowly lick along my folds in long strokes from back to front. Every few he would pause to tickle the tip of his tongue into the front of my cleft and tease my clit. After a minute or two of this treatment that got my hips bucking into his nose he leaned in and inserted his tongue into me and began to alternate between vigorously lapping at my folds and wriggling his tongue into me while strumming his thumb lightly across my clit. It wasn't long before he had me writhing beneath his assault, grabbing his hair and moaning out his name as I crashed into a leg shuddering climax. As I came down from the euphoria and relaxed back against the couch cushions he pushed up from my crotch his mouth glistening from my juices and began to crawl up my belly toward me. When he was almost to my face, I looked down the length of his body and could see that he was hard and throbbing again, his big head weaving back and forth as he moved up my body. My view was obscured when he leaned down and kissed me shoving his tongue in my mouth while I tasted my own juices on his lips. He pressed himself against my sloppy sex and I moaned as he ground against me. Pushing back against his shoulders I gasped a breath and called "Time Out! -- I'm just not ready for that, honey, I'm sorry!" He looked pained and looked down his own length at his waving tool, "Then what am I supposed to do with that, I don't want to jerk off again." It softened me to see him like that, especially after the pleasure he'd given me, my face scrunched up as I thought. Finally, I pulled my tank top over my head revealing my breasts to him again and with a playful grin I asked, "How about if you just fuck Mommy's tits this time?" He pouted for a second, then smiled mischievously and began to knee walk up the couch till he was straddling my chest. This close his member was huge in my vision and I marveled at it as I watched a pearl of pre-cum ooze from the slit at its tip. Reaching up and pressing my thumb at the base, I slid it up to the tip causing a large glob of pre-cum to ooze forth which I wiped off onto my fingers and smeared down the valley between my boobs. Lying as I was, pretty much flat on my back, made it hard for me to spit into my cleavage. I tried and it mostly ended up dribbling down my chin. I looked up and laughed at his confused look, "Mommy needs lubrication if you're going to slide that big prick in between her boobs." He got the picture and his eyes smiled, he slid back a bit and leaned over spitting a big gob of saliva onto my breasts and between them. I furrowed my brow at this, feeling aroused and at the same time dominated by the action. I didn't pause long though before rubbing it all around and deciding we were ready. Wordlessly, I pulled on his thighs to get him back up into position. He squatted down so that his balls were pressed to my abdomen and his cock was laying between my breasts, I pushed up on the outsides of my breasts to increase the U-shaped valley between and he pressed down on the top of his dick and began thrusting between my jiggling fleshes. The jiggling got me giggling and I noticed that he was so long that at the top of his thrust he was lightly bumping my chin. On his next stroke I pressed my chin to the base of my neck and opened my mouth suckling his spongy crown as he pushed up. This brought a gasp to his lips and he proceeded to thrust more forcefully into my mouth, increasing his pace. My jaw and neck started to get tired, and I took a break looking back up at his face, contorted in concentration as he fucked his Mom's chest. Soon his rhythm began to falter and I knew he was getting close. With one more thrust he let out a long moan and leaned up on his knees one hand pressed into the cushion by my head, the other frantically pulling on his cock which danced in front of my eyes. At last he fired off at point blank range. I barely closed my eyes in time as he coated one eyelid and the hollow below it with cum. He leaned up continuing to jerk and sprayed another rope across my lips and forehead, into my hair, "Open up Mom!" he shouted. I did what he said, without hesitation and felt another shot coat my teeth and tongue. The last few shots lacked the force of the first and painted across my breasts and cleavage. I closed my mouth and licked my tongue across my teeth before swallowing. At last I blinked my eyes open, one still obscured by strings of cum stretched between my lashes while the other took in the sight of my son wiping the last dribbles of his cum across my right nipple. I smiled up at my son, thinking I must look quite the sight but he seemed quite happy with the result. He climbed off of me and the couch, letting me sit up and grabbed my hand. "You've got to see how sexy you look!" he blurted as he dragged me toward the bathroom. When we got inside I gasped "Oh my!" Staring at my face crisscrossed with lines of cum, one eye coated, a dollop slowly sliding down my cheek and my breasts spattered with cum spots. He stood behind me rubbing his still hard member between my bare ass cheeks reminiscent of his grinding orgasm from the kitchen earlier. "God you're so hot covered in my cum, Mom! I gotta get off again!" I smiled at him and pushed back against his crotch as he thrust between my ass cheeks, our un-lubricated flesh making squeaking noises as we went. He held on to my waist this time as I grabbed the edge of the counter and let him go at my ass cheeks to his hard-on's content. Given the friction and sensitivity he had from having just cum it wasn't long before he groaned and thrust hard, pressing his body against me as his penis pulsed and jerked between my cheeks and I felt the warm spatters of my son's orgasm landing on my skin for the third time that night. As he finished cumming his hands slid down my hips and he leaned against my back breathing heavily on my shoulder. I could feel his penis finally begin to wilt and slide slickly back down the crack of my ass. I gave him a few moments before pushing back away from the sink and turning to face him. His shaft flopped down to hang between our legs and I smiled up at him. "Give me some time to work this out honey, ok?" He nodded and took a step back. I looked him in the eye seriously, "I'm going to go get a shower...alone, you should do the same, and then we can finish the night watching a movie, like we usually do, ok?" He grinned, kissed my cum-stained cheek and stepped out of the hall bath to head upstairs to his shower. I leaned back against the sink edge and thought about where this was going. Looking over my shoulder I saw the cum dripping down my back and the trail of cum that had dripped from my eye down my cheek. I glanced down at my breasts and there was the trail where the big glob had slid off my cheek, down my breast and over my nipple. It seemed I was turning into a real cum-slut, and for my son too...how had this happened to miss prim-and-proper Meredith Banks? I shook my head, pushed off from the counter and headed upstairs to get my own shower. Rude Awakening Ch. 03 This is a complete work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. All characters described are fictional and over the age of 18. * Feeling refreshed as I toweled off my hair, I stepped into the bedroom and pulled out an old night shirt, basically just a big t-shirt that hangs to my knees, and slipped it over my head. I pulled my hair out of the collar and tied it back in a ponytail to dry. I took a big breath, sighed and walked back downstairs to watch a movie with my son. When I walked into the living room Danny was already there queuing up a DVD, he had a couple of sodas on the table and I could hear the microwave whirring in the kitchen, popcorn probably. I smiled thinking about how attentive and thoughtful my son was being toward me. I came around the side of the couch as the microwave dinged and sat down while he went in and pulled out the popcorn. A few minutes later he came back into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, I grabbed a handful and threw him a smile, "Thanks hon!" Danny picked up the remote and pressed play, "You're welcome Mom". "What are we watching?" I asked as the previews started. "The Graduate," he replied, it was one of the ones that y'all have had up there on the shelf forever, I thought you'd like it, plus that Anne Bancroft lady looks sultry!" I threw my head back and laughed...thinking that there might be more to it than that but leaving it alone, it was still a good movie I hadn't seen in a while. We settled in, turned down the lights and started watching the movie. About a third of the way through Danny shifted on the couch, bringing his legs up beside him and leaning his head against me, I raised my arm and let him snuggle into the crook of my arm while he draped his arm across my abdomen. Sometime later I noticed his hand slowly rubbing against my belly and working up my chest. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, just rubbed his shoulder and kept watching the movie. I guess he took this as encouragement because I soon felt his fingertips caressing the bottom of my left breast. I could have batted it away but, damn it, it felt good to finally have someone desire me again, like he obviously did, and show it. I let him continue and soon, as the movie began to wind-up he was teasing my nipple through the thin cloth of my night shirt and squeezing and cupping my breast in earnest. Meanwhile I'd been lazily scratching his back. As the credits rolled he leaned back, lifting his head from my shoulder and surprised me by kissing me on the lips. I was stunned (again) by his brashness, but softened quickly and relaxed into his lips. Tentatively I felt his tongue play across my lips and after the barest of debates I parted my lips to let him kiss me in earnest. I realized that my resistance was steadily crumbling and pondered that as his tongue explored my mouth and mine began to do the same to his. The more I thought about it the more I couldn't come up with a reason why I shouldn't take the love and attention being offered, but still the expectations of society hung darkly in the back of my mind. I broke the kiss and pulled his hand off my breast panting. "Baby, I appreciate the attention, but please, you know I'm not comfortable with this -- we had a lovely evening, let's just leave it at that and go to bed for the night, ok?" The confused, hurt look on his face had my motherly concern rising up and overriding my discomfort. "What's wrong honey?" He looked up at me sheepishly, "But Mom, I know you like it; I can tell by the way your nipples are poking through your shirt. I know you want it, and deserve it, why not take it?" He stood before me, another erection tenting his boxers, and smiled wickedly down at me, "Besides, look at what you do to me. You're not going to leave me like this are you?" I stammered, "B-But honey, we've both already had two showers today, and I, for one, don't want to have to take another." He waited a beat before grinning in earnest, "Well, then I guess you'll just have to swallow it all like you did this morning, huh, Mom?" My mouth fell open stunned at how forward and commanding he was being. In one sudden, fluid, move he slid his boxers from his hips stepped forward, taking my head in his hands, and thrust the tip of his dick into my open mouth. "See, I knew you'd understand" he said as he pushed forward, forcing a snort from my nostrils. He pulled back and thrust forward again, back and forth, finding his rhythm. As he pushed into my mouth his hands pulled on my head and I began leaning forward off the couch to meet his thrusts, pressing my hands on his thighs for balance. I furrowed my brown in consternation as he was manhandling my face on his cock. How had all this happened? I would never have let my husband treat me this way and certainly had never given him as much head in months as I had given to my son in two days. It made me wonder if maybe I should have been more receptive to my husband's desires as the returns I was getting from my son sure seemed to make up for having a dick in my mouth. Danny broke me out of my thoughts, "C'mon Mom, put some suction in it like you did before, you know how!" I did my best to please him, knowing he would return the favor in time, tightening my lips on his shaft and sucking hard trying to give him what he demanded. It seemed to do the trick as he began to grunt and pump faster and more forcefully, getting vocal as he did, "Yeah baby, that's it, suck it...Yeah, suck that cock, you know you like it, Uhhhhh!" I was startled by this outburst and looked up to find him looking down at me with a gleam in his eye. Catching my eye had an effect on him because as he did his rhythm trembled and sped up just a little. He looked down at me while he thrust away at my mouth, his cock pushing into the back of my throat and moaned, "Yeah Mom, you're the best cocksucker, Ahhhhhh!" I closed my mouth slightly, not biting but indignant at being called such a vulgar name. He thrust hard into my mouth, pushing against my clamped lips and down into my throat making me gag and open my jaw slightly. "Yeah!" he grunted as his sperm began to pump down my gullet as my eyes watered from the assault on my throat, he started pulling back and fearing that he was going to pull out all the way and spray my face again I leaned forward and sucked hard on the rim of his circumcised head to hold it in as he finished shooting the last few ropes of cum all over the roof of my mouth. His hips jerked at me as I pushed my hands against his thighs, he released his hands from the sides of my head and his prick popped out of my mouth, a little stringer of cum and saliva connecting my lips to his tip. I glared up at him and he smiled sheepishly down at me. "Thanks Mom, that was amazing, I guess I just got carried away a little." His eyes narrowed at me then opened in surprise! "You haven't swallowed yet, have you?!" I shook my head no and he got a pleading look on his face, "Please show it to me?" I looked askance at him and he clarified, "I think it's so sexy to see my cum in your mouth, show me your mouth all filled with my cum, please!?" I dipped my head and thought for a moment, then shrugged, leaned my head back and opened my mouth, swirling the cum around on my tongue so he could see it. He moaned and tipped his head back, grabbing his slowly softening member in his hand and stroking it a few times. His head rocked down and he pushed the tip of his cock into the pool of cum rolling around on my tongue and I felt another gush of cum as he spurted a few more times. Feeling the cum start to overflow the corners of my mouth I closed my lips over the tip of his cock and sucked, pulling one more gush out before pulling back, pursing my lips as his tip came out of my mouth so no cum would spill out onto my clean skin. He sighed "Ahhhhhh" and looked expectantly at me, I waited looking up at him quizzically, and a little impatiently, because I wanted to stand up but he was in my way. "Aren't you going to swallow it mom? You did this morning." I realized that was true and leaned my head forward and swallowed in a couple of big gulps. He grinned down at me and stepped back from the couch so I could stand (I think he had been blocking me from standing up just so he could make sure I swallowed his cum). I stood up, ruffled his hair and said, "Alright young man, you've had more than enough fun today. Go to bed, we'll talk more about all this tomorrow." He grinned like a schoolboy and gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and turned up the stairs to go to his room. I shut off the television and checked the locks on the door and went up to my own room to go to sleep too. What a crazy day it had been. Rude Awakening Ch. 04 This is a complete work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. All characters described are fictional and over the age of 18. * Following our unexpected weekend, the next week started out normally. I woke-up early each morning and showered, changed and peeked my head in his door (he always slept in on weekdays during the summer, his job at the car wash didn't start until 11am) to find him sleeping peacefully. The difference now was that I noticed when the sheets weren't quite covering that big penis of his and I could sometimes see that he was going to wake-up with morning wood. I began to wonder if he was dreaming of me and it gave me a little shiver and tingle as I stepped away from his room and headed downstairs and out the garage to go to work. I would spend the day at work, the usual routine; I'm a project manager for a design firm downtown, so I ride heard on the designers (keeping them from taking too many coffee breaks), follow the progress of the proofs and make sure that the printer is lined up and has the right color codes, etc. It keeps me busy and makes me happy to know I'm part of the creative process. I usually got home before Danny, his shift starts late, but it also ends later, usually at sundown. So, I'd come home, change into comfortable lounging clothes and start on dinner. When he gets in he wants a shower -- even though he's been scrubbing cars in soapy water all day, he still gets more dirt on himself than off. After his shower he would come down for dinner and sit and talk about our day while we ate. He'd clear the table after dinner and we'd head into the living room and watch TV until it's time to turn in for the night. At least that's what used to be normal. Now, more often than not, when he'd come down for dinner he'd smile mischievously at me while I finished up cooking and then stare pointedly at my breasts while we ate. At first I felt it was kind of sweet and endearing that he thought I was so sexy. But after a few days it began to make me uncomfortable, because it was as if he were talking to my tits instead of me. I could tell he was getting excited because I could always see the tent in his shorts through the glass table top. Finally, I decided to address the issue with him. "Danny!" He was startled by my abrupt exclamation, and looked up at my eyes in askance. "Thank you," I said, "My eyes are up here; I don't' appreciate your staring at my breasts all the time while we eat dinner." I sighed, "If you want something from me you should talk to me about it, not just stare at me expectantly." "Sorry Mom, I guess I'm just a little obsessed after this weekend. It's been a few days and we've just been acting normal and I'm starting to get really anxious." He looked back down at my breasts and up at my eyes again. "I really enjoyed this weekend and I want to do it again...I think you do to, 'cause your nipples are poking out like before." I looked down at my own chest, knowing it was true and saw the telltale buttons pushing against the material of my t-shirt. I looked back up at him blushing, "You're right, I really enjoyed it to, but you know it makes me uncomfortable, I need time to work things out in my head if this is going to work out at all....do you understand honey?" He frowned a little and stood up, the tent in his shorts extremely obvious. He walked over to my side of the table and stood there with his prick throbbing inches from my face, the subtle scent of his arousal tickling my nose and looked down at me. "I understand Mom, but I still feel this way and I can't go back to just jerking-off after what we've done. Can't you at least suck me off like you've done before...it's not going any further than we already have, right?" I furrowed my brow, my emotions and logic warring with each other in my thoughts, he was right, it wasn't anything that we hadn't done, but did I want to keep going or stop what we were doing. He could see the indecision on my face, and in a flash of inspiration, he took a half step back and slowly lowered his shorts off of his cock. As that pulsing red log came into view and swung before my face with its tip glistening with pre-cum, I sighed. He'd figured out my weakness, one I hadn't known I'd had: I couldn't resist his bare cock when it was so close and smelled and looked so inviting. "Alright, son, I'll help you so you don't get blue balls, we can do what we did before, but that's it, otherwise, you have to back off and let me think a while, Ok?" He smiled down at me, "Ok, Mom, thanks." I smiled up at him, "I'm glad we worked that ou..." I never finished the sentence because he'd taken a step forward and shoved his prick in my mouth while I was still talking. His whole body shuddered and his meat engorged in my mouth, extending into my throat. Wow, I thought, I didn't realize I got him this excited. I closed my lips tight around his member and began to slowly, excruciatingly, slide my moth back off of him and then forward again. I was staring at his dark curls and concentrating on my slow rhythm, when I felt his hand on my chin, tipping it up. I looked up into his eyes and as I did he smiled. I realized that he liked to see my eyes while I sucked him. I shrugged minutely, it was a small favor, and continued. He brought his hand sliding up my cheek to rest lightly on my head and began to pump his hips forward as he reached the back of my mouth. Each repetition he would push his hips a little harder and put a little more pressure on the back of my head, forcing his tip a little more into my throat and getting my nose a little closer to his pelvis. He began to pant and spoke again for the first time since I started sucking him, "God Mom, I want you to deep throat me like you did that morning!" then he pressed my head hard against his crotch and pumped forcefully into my mouth. I pulled off of him gasping and sputtering. "Damnit Danny! You can't just force a woman to deep throat you!" I started to stand up from my chair and he put his hands on my shoulders holding me down. I looked angrily up into his eyes. "I'm sorry Mom, I'm just really excited, I'll try to control myself, I promise, just don't stop, please?" He looked so sincere and the pleading for me to keep giving him head was very sweet and hard to resist. I calmed down quickly, stayed seated and tried to give him as stern a look as I could, looking up at his face with his dick, glistening with my saliva, still pointing at my face. "Alright young man, but don't think you can keep treating me like that and expect any sort of 'help' from me again." I leaned forward and took his tip in my mouth and began short strokes just a few inches deep, but fast. I reached up with one hand and wrapped it around his shaft, jerking it in tandem with my lips. With my other hand I cradled his balls, massaging them gently and tickling them lightly. He began to moan and rested his hands, lightly, on my head; still letting me control my pace and depth. Soon, I felt his balls tighten up and his moans turned into pants, his hands pressed on the back of my head, not pushing me further onto him, but not letting me pull farther away. A few seconds later and he exploded, "Ahhhhhh, yes" As he began to shoot one jet after another into my mouth, I relaxed, reveling in his release, I let go of his balls and shaft and my kept my lips barely touching him. It surprised me when he pulled out of my mouth completely, he was still cumming? Then I understood as he jerked himself a few more times and held his cock above my forehead as the last few ropes of cum dribbled down my nose and across my cheek. He staggered a step back and looked down at me, "Thanks Mom, you look so sexy, I love it when you look up at me with my cum running down your face." The smirk on his face might have been a bit patronizing, but I couldn't deny his words. He'd shown me what I looked like before with his cum on my face. "Alright mister, you've had your fun, now clean up these dishes while I go get cleaned up." I said as I stood up from my chair and walked to the hall bath. As I stood there looking in the mirror and wiping his cum off my face, I smiled, licking my fingers and enjoying the dregs of his passion. I was becoming less conflicted about our relationship with every incestuous act. I heard him in the kitchen clattering the last dish into the dishwasher and went out to the living room to watch TV with him. As I sat on the couch and turned on the set, he came and knelt at the foot of the couch in front of me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, confused. "You're not going to get a repeat performance from me tonight -- it's a worknight, and I want to relax." "I wasn't thinking of getting a repeat from you, Mom; I was planning on returning the favor." He never stopped smiling as he leaned forward and ran a finger down my cleft, bold as brass. I gasped, "Ah!...Danny, no, enough for tonight" but it was a feeble argument as my nipples were poking straight out and my hips involuntarily shifted forward on the sofa cushion to give him better access. He ignored my plea, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them out from under me as he slid them to the floor. As he shimmied in front of me, he parted my legs with his hands and leaned forward over my wet, panty clad, blossom. He looked up at me over my mound of soft hair and licked at the wet spot in my panties. I shuddered and an animal sigh escaped my lips. He leaned in for another lick while his hands gripped my thighs hard. After a few more licks that had my hips bucking off the couch with each stroke of his tongue he hooked the sides of my panties with his thumbs and slid them down to the floor to join my shorts. He gave me no respite and dove back to my exposed sex and began to writhe his tongue about in earnest, never keeping one motion long enough to build me past a climax but revving me and revving me up before switching to sucking on my folds or darting his tongue deep inside or fluttering it across my clit. Finally, in excited frustration I grabbed his head and thrust it over my clit, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and pleaded with him to finish it. Danny's tongue lashed with renewed intensity and in moments I was grunting and flailing my limbs about in ecstasy. When I finally came down from on high, I rolled my head languidly forward to find Danny leaning back on his elbows in the middle of the floor, smiling sheepishly. "I see what you mean about being forced, Mom. On the one hand, it's pretty uncomfortable; on the other hand, It's pretty intense, huh?" I laughed, "Yes, it is, for the giver and receiver, honey, but it's still better to talk about it first and work it out...I owe you for not getting permission this time." His eyes lit up and his smile widened, "Well, since you owe me, I know you said I couldn't get a repeat performance tonight, but eating you out just got me hard as a rock again, so I was wondering..." This time I laughed heartily. "Oh, honey, what did you have in mind...you want me to suck your big hard prick again, hmmmm?" I could see it pressing, probably painfully, against his leg as it strained to straighten up inside the confines of his shorts. "Actually, Mom, I was thinking of doing something else that we've done before..." I thought back to the past weekend and gasped, "Oh!" He pressed on through my stunned silence, "I know you won't let me stick it in you, but I really liked rubbing it between your cheeks, can I do that again?" He was right and I had said we could do what we'd done before. I was a little confused, but I nodded compliance and stood up from the couch, he scrambled up and stood beside me. I didn't know what to do next, before it had been a spontaneous thing, at the sink in the kitchen and at the bathroom counter. I needn't have worried, though, it seemed that Danny knew what he wanted. He took my hand and led me around to the back of the couch, gently bending me over, so my elbows were resting on the back cushions, he stepped behind me. I stood silent, waiting, not sure what to expect, when I felt his hand slide gently between my folds and rub along the wetness left over from my explosive orgasm. I began to protest, "Danny, you can't!" He shushed me as he pulled his hand from my lips, I felt his fingers sliding along the cleft of my bottom as he spoke, "Lubrication, Mom, remember?" Then I felt the heat of his breath, a moment before he spat on the small of my back. I was disturbed, as I felt the glob of spit slide down between my cheeks, that was so demeaning, but it's what I'd taught him, wasn't it? My confusion was quickly overcome by sensation as I felt the head of his hard prick, catch the glob before it slid down to my lips and slide up the now wet channel of my ass. As he pushed forward, my hips rocked toward the sofa and he grunted. He stepped between my legs forcing them wider and leaned over my back, grabbing my shoulders. He pulled back and slid down my cleft before pulling back on my shoulders as he pushed his cock between my cheeks again. Quickly he built up to a steady rhythm, breathing hard and slamming forcefully into my soft tush with each up stroke. I knew he was getting closer as his rhythm faltered, then he pulled my shoulders away from the couch and reached around to grab my breasts forcefully as he thrust his cock between us sandwiched tight between my cheeks as our bodies pressed together. As he reached the height of his stroke I felt him cum, shooting up between my back and his stomach. He released my breasts and pushed my back forward, back toward the couch as his remaining shots painted my ribs, shoulders and the back of my head. We were both panting when he was finally done. I leaned forward, away from his wilting member and looked back over my, cum spattered, shoulder at him. He was standing there panting and glistening from sweat and cum and he was gorgeous. My son, I shuddered at the thought and stood on shaking legs to face him. "It's bed time, noooo, I can see what you're thinking, you in yours and me in mine, like always, that's final." I patted him on the shoulder and kissed his cheek as I headed upstairs. The rest of the week was more or less the same; the norm ceased to be dinner and TV, and became a blowjob after dinner and then he would 'have dessert' from me on the couch...sometimes, if he got really excited from dessert, it would be followed by a tit-fuck or rubbing him off between my ass cheeks. I've gotten into the habit of going to bed with his cum still drying on my skin; so I can wake up to the intoxicating smell before I grab my shower for work each morning. I'm beginning to wonder what will happen this weekend...I just don't know if I can keep my resolve much longer.