12 comments/ 87070 views/ 120 favorites Thank You Jodi West By: DetectiveSpecialist Authors note; this is a work of fiction, and all characters are eighteen years or older. ***** She stood in her bedroom, holding up and inspecting the white dress she was planning to wear that night. The expression on her face showed that she wasn't all that optimistic about her prospects for the evening. She was a tall, blonde "MILF" with large breasts and full hips, dressed merely in a demi-bra and matching thong panties. She undid the zipper, then slipped into the dress, pulling the synthetic material seductively up and over her hips and well proportioned ass. The fabric strained to its breaking point, as the skintight dress did little to hide her womanly figure. She was just as sexy donning the dress as you'd imagine she'd have been stripping out of it. From the adjacent hallway, almost out of view, a young redheaded man stood watching the whole process; the bedroom door being slightly ajar. The look of illicit lust was evident on his face, and also evident was that he was most certainly a peeping Tom. "Oh honey," the woman said as she turned around noticing the young man. "How long have you been there?" "Not long," he lied and entered the room. "Oh good, you can zip me up." But instead of zipping her up, the two sat down on the bed and started to talk. They were supposed to be mother and son, and though the woman was the right age, the "boy" was definitely older than purported. Their conversation consisted mostly of how she was disappointed in the boy's father, and the young man agreed with her, asking her why she put up with such a sad excuse for a husband. The young man then put forward his case on how he should be the one to take care of her. She was beautiful and alluring, he stated, and he was more than willing to take care of her needs. His intent was compelling and not the least bit disguised. She knew exactly what he meant. He started to push her back on the bed, and she resisted at first, but then she relented and reclined on the bed, letting him spread her legs, hike up her dress, and then, after pulling her panties aside, he buried his face into his mother's crotch. Later, she started to get up again and resist her son's advances, but he pushed her face first into the bed, and proceeded to tongue her asshole. He then quickly disrobed, and before she could change her mind again, he lined himself up and penetrated her from behind. Though the look on her face was as if he was punishing her, she obviously liked it, because she let him fuck her without protest. Soon they were in a missionary position and the young man was fucking his mother rapidly and with ardor, her large breasts bouncing to and fro as he thrust into her. A noise startled me from the scene, and I immediately closed the lid of my laptop. The noise apparently came from my parent's room down the hall, and I was afraid that it might be my mother, but after a few moments of silence, I raised the lid again and watched the "mother and son" going at it like two star crossed lovers. The woman's name in real life was Jodi West and she was my favorite porn star. Her specialty was "incest porn", but that wasn't the most remarkable thing about her, since quite a few porn stars were exploring the same subject in their films. The remarkable thing about her, as far as I was concerned, was that she had a passing resemblance to my own mother. I'm not saying that they could be mistaken for twins, and if you put them side by side, you could tell that they were two different women, but still, the resemblance was there. They also had the same shoulder length blonde hair with dark roots, and same body type. Both had large tits, womanly hips, and a nice ass, though Jodi's was getting a little flat from age. It might sound strange that I noticed, but they both had freckles on their arms, and across their chests. So whenever I saw the splash of freckles across my mother's cleavage, I thought of Jodi West, and when I was watching a porn video and saw that same splash of freckles across Jodi West's tits, I thought of my mom. Once, when I was in the hallway at school, and I was approaching a woman from behind, I said to myself, "Oh my God, it's Jodi West." Imagine my surprise when the woman turned around and it was my mother who had gotten off work early to pick me up. I looked up from watching the porn video to glance at a picture that was above my desk. It was an innocent enough picture of my family posing on the beach during a family vacation. My older sister and father on one side, and my mom and me, arm in arm, on the other. The picture was taken back in better times, before my father lost his middle management job. He found another soon after, but not for nearly the same pay. We never go on expensive trips like that anymore. At the time when I posted the picture on my wall, I was only twelve years old, and I honestly hung it up innocently, but you see, that was when my mother still wore bikinis, and upon seeing it on my wall for the first time, my mother commented that maybe it wasn't the best picture to put up in my bedroom. "I look fat," she used as an excuse. What she was trying to say was that maybe it wasn't the most appropriate picture, but being slow on the uptake, I kept it. She looked fine I thought. Now, though it causes a strange conflict in me, I'm glad I left it on my wall. She looked amazing in that little navy blue bikini, her tits busting out of her bra. The picture, as the saying goes, was one of my guilty pleasures. Many a time, mostly after watching some Jodie West porn, I would take that picture to bed, fantasizing about how my mom would look naked, and jacking off to those images in my head. Afterwards, I felt guilty and dirty about my incestuous fantasies, but that didn't stop me from doing it all over again after I watched yet another Jodi West video. My gaze reluctantly shifted from my mother in a bikini to my alarm clock. It was twenty-eight minutes after midnight, not normally late for an eighteen year old to be up on a Friday night, but my 7:45 wake up call loomed ominously over my head like Damocles' Sword. All of the vexation that I had been trying to escape by watching porn came rushing back like a tidal wave. You see, I was scheduled to pitch the next morning for my high school baseball team, and it was a playoff game. All the worries: don't give their number four batter, Rodriguez, anything over the plate or he'll go yard. All of the strategy: how should I pitch to a lefty with a man on first? And all of the regret; my last performance wasn't up to par, and when I left the game, it was tied in the sixth. I had gone to bed earlier that night at 11:30, but I just laid there with my thoughts whirling through my mind like a vortex. There was no way I was going to get any sleep: I was too pent up. Just then, as I wondered if I was ever going to get to sleep, I heard footsteps in the hall, and then the door to the bathroom closing. It had to be my mother, I thought: my dad's footsteps were far too heavy. Especially on a Friday night, when he's had a six pack. I turned off the video, then clicked on Internet Explorer and Google came up on the screen. I went to Youtube and started to search for something more innocent to watch. Again the bathroom door opened, but instead of the footsteps receding down the hall back to my parent's room, like I assumed they would, they came in my direction. I shifted in my seat and watched as the door to my bedroom opened and my mother walked in. She was dressed for bed in a pair of gym shorts and a long sleeve Henley. But these weren't normal, baggy gym shorts, no they were skin tight, like yoga shorts or something. And the shirt that she wore that was also skin tight, the cotton fabric wrapped around her breasts like cellophane over two ripe, juicy melons, her nipples playing peek-a-boo through the material. Obviously she wasn't wearing a bra. The tee shirt had about ten buttons instead of the usual three, and more than half of them were undone, showing off some incredible cleavage that I tried not to look at. Her hair, done up in a bun, was bed worn and coming askew, strands of blonde hair spraying this way and that. She looked unkempt but very cute. "Are you still up?" She asked accusingly. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep." "But the big game is tomorrow?" "I know mom. I know the big game is tomorrow. Reminding me that the big game is tomorrow is not helping." "I know honey, but this game is very important for your scholarship." "Again, not helping." She rolled her eyes and cocked her head in frustration. "Come sit," she said and tapped the bed beside her as she sat down on it. I got up out of my desk seat and sat next to her on the bed. I got just a trace of her perfume as she sidled up next to me and put an arm around me. "I'm sorry Hon," she started, "but you know the situation your father and I are in. You're sister's already in college, and that's costing us a bundle, even with the partial ride she's getting because of volleyball. "You need to get that scholarship if you want to go to that fancy school you've been talking about." "I know mom. That's one of the reasons I can't get to sleep. If I screw up tomorrow, I can kiss that scholarship goodbye." "What you need to do is relax, get your mind off the game." "Easier said than done." "How come Olivia didn't come over tonight?" Olivia was my girlfriend, and usually, before a big game she would come over and when my parents went to bed, she and I would... well you know. "Olivia will be at the game tomorrow, but she had to go see her grandmother tonight. Why?" "Oh, that's a shame. She could have helped." "What?" "Oh don't be so naive. I know about you and her. Her mother and I talk on the phone all the time. She's not on birth control to regulate her cycle like her mother says." "Mom!" "Oh stop. I was young once too, you know. But what are we going to do? I can't give you a sleeping pill." "I'll be all right." "Not likely." "I'll be all right, mom." "What if you pretended I was Olivia?" "What?" She got up off the bed, went to my door, closed and locked it. "You're father doesn't have to know." "Mom, what are you talking about?" She sat down again next to me and turned to face me. "Once you are satisfied, you should fall right off to sleep. I know it works for your dad all of the time," She kept talking like she didn't hear a word I was saying. "Satisfied, what, how?" "Now I know this is weird for you, believe me it's weird for me too, but I'll go along with it if it will help you to get a good night sleep. Like I said, just pretend I'm Olivia." "Go along with what?" She then took her hands and placed them together on my hand. "This is for your own good, and the good of the family." "Mom, you're freaking me out!" I declared, but I was really getting turned on by it all. With my hand in both of hers, she lifted it up and placed it on her breast. I could immediately feel her nipple between my fingers, and then the start of an erection in my shorts. "Mom!" I yelled and tried to pull my hand free, but she held it tight and looked me squarely in the eye. "Cash, look at me. Look at me!" She admonished, and I stopped pulling away to look her in the eye. "Tomorrow's game is important, right?" "Yeah, I..." "And if you don't get some sleep, you'll be exhausted for that game, right?" "Yes?" "So you know why we need to do this?" "Mom!" "Is it because you don't think I'm pretty?" "No! You're very pretty mom, but..." "Do you think I have nice body?" "Yeah," I said, but not believing I was saying it. "You have great body, mom." "And what about my ass? I work hard on my ass." "You have a nice ass mom." She had a great ass. "Then you would say, that if I weren't your mom, you'd be sexually attracted to me, right? You like MILF's, don't you Cash?" "Oh crap," I said not believing that this was happening to me. She then looked down at her tits and started to undo the rest of the snaps on her shirt. By the time she got the last one undone, her tits were just about falling out. God, I couldn't look at her, and yet I couldn't look away. She then pulled the fabric aside to expose herself to me. "Remember, we're doing this for the family," she said in a strangely seductive voice. "No one needs to know." "Okay mom," I said absentmindedly as she took my hand and placed it on her tit. My body was in the middle of a civil war. My big head was saying that this was way too crazy, while my little head was getting bigger and overruling any morals I thought I had. I couldn't help myself. The illicit lust built up in me so much that I was starting to shiver. I bent down and started to suck on her tit. She responded by putting a hand on the back of my head. I felt soft pressure as she urged me to do what no grown boy should be doing to his mom, and then she sighed as I ran my tongue over her nipple. I sat up, and eyeing her nervously, I started to pull her tee shirt down off of her shoulders. She eyed me back and nodded her consent. As the fabric slid off her shoulders I could see more and more of my mother's body. I finally got to see what I had been fantasizing about for so many months, and she was a goddess. The long lines of her torso, the fullness of her breast, filled me with wonton desire. I took her in my arms and we both reclined down on the bed. I was kissing one tit as I caressed the other. They were warm, soft and yet still firm. I ran little ringlets around her nipple with both my finger and my tongue. She must have liked it because she arched her back and moaned. "If it gets too weird for you baby, just pretend I'm Olivia," she said in a tone that I couldn't decide whether it was maternal love or wanton desire. Oh it was weird, but I wasn't pretending she was Olivia, though I must admit in the past, I've pretended that Olivia was my mom. As I sucked on her tit, I looked down her long body, past her flat stomach to her shorts, which were so tight they were like a second skin. I could easily see her pubic mound straining against the fabric. I took a glance up to her face, but she had her eyes closed, so I glanced back down toward her crotch. My hand followed my vision as it came down to the promised land of my mother's pussy. Without hesitating, my hand slid under the waistband, over just a touch of hair at the top of her pubic mound, and then into her. "Easy Baby!" She whispered urgently. "Sorry. Am I going too fast?" I asked looking up at her pretty face again. "No baby. Not too fast. I'm just not wet enough for you yet." "Sorry," I apologized again. "It's okay. Try it again, but slower." Obediently, I slipped my finger into her crack slowly digging deeper and deeper until I found her wetness. "Mmmmffff," she sighed. I finger fucked her, trying to get my finger as deep as I could into her, and then I attempted to find her clit. I followed the line of her slit until I found her little button: it was aroused and angry. "Oh, oh, oh," she sighed silently. She was enjoying it, and I was enjoying doing it for her. She started to rock her hips as I flicked at her clit. She then grabbed my face with her hands, brought it up to her own, and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss and I felt her soft, full lips press firmly against mine. "Do you like kissing me baby?" "Yeah mom, you have really soft lips." "Does Olivia have soft lips?" "Not like yours." She then stuck her tongue deep in my mouth, and it occurred to me that I was making out with my own mom. This act was more intimate, more satisfying than sucking on her tit or fingering her. "And my tongue in your mouth, that's good, right?" "Yeah mom, that's really good." She then rolled on top of me, and she continued to kiss me, I felt her hands slowly pushing my shorts and boxers down my legs. And suddenly, my cock was free and sensitive to the touch, and as she grabbed for it, it jumped slightly. "Hold on a second. Let me get something for you," she said, got up quickly, and pulling her shirt back on, she was out of my bedroom door. In less than two minutes she was back, as my cock stood waiting stiffly for her. She held out a bottle of baby oil and then set it down to relock the door. With some haste, she stripped out of her tee shirt and then, with her hips rocking seductively back and forth, stripped off her shorts, but disappointingly she left her panties on. "Just thought you'd enjoy a little baby oil," she said as she slipped back next to me, and poured a dollop in her hand. She took my cock in her warm, slippery grip, "That feel good baby?" She asked as she stroked me. "Oh God!" Was all that I could come up with. "Doesn't Olivia do this for you?" "Not with baby oil." "Oh God, your father loves this. I get all naked for him, and I jerk him off like this, with my hands all lubed up. He says it's the next best thing to being inside of me. What do you think?" "Well, I've never been inside of you." "Nice try. Not tonight. But your finger can be." She raised her two eyebrows suggestively. I took that for an invitation, so as she continued to jerk me off, I rolled over on my side, and slipped a hand into her panties and once again into her pussy. This time she was really wet. She responded immediately and it wasn't long before I had my mom purring like my little sex kitten. So much for her doing this just for me, I thought. Silently I watched as, with her eyes closed, she started to pant and then rock her pelvis into my hand. I played my mom like a musical instrument as I brought her closer to orgasm, and then, just to tease her, I pulled my finger away. She opened her eyes and nonverbally pleaded with me not to stop. "You like that mom? You want me to continue?" "Yes," she said all out of breath. "Please!" And so I stopped teasing her and started to play her again. "Olivia must like when you do this for her?" "I don't want to think about Olivia. I want to do it for you." "You'd rather have sex with me than Olivia?" She asked sounding doubtful. "But she's so beautiful, and I'm so old and fat." "You're not, you're beautiful mom, and you have a better body." "You think so?" "I know so." "Do I have nicer legs than her?" "Much nicer, long and toned." "Do I have a nicer stomach?" "Yes, flat as a board." "Do I have nicer tits?" "Wonderful tits, big and firm." "Suck on them baby. I'm going to come." Obediently I took her tit, wonderfully splashed with freckles, into my mouth again, tonguing her big, red nipple as I played my mother and watched her writhe in orgasm while she moaned my name. But now it was my turn. As she slowly came back to reality, I got to my knees and straddled her. Hovering over her, she continued to stroke me while I looked at her nearly naked body. "Let me see your pussy mom." She didn't say anything, but continued to stroke me, and then she reached down and pulled her panties down giving full view of her shaved snatch. She was naked now below me, and I bent over and lingered there on my hands and knees taking in her beautiful, womanly body as she slowly jerked me off, her eyes intently watching my cock. "You're going to come on my tits, aren't you baby?" She smiled. "Yeah ma." "Good baby. I want you to come on me." And with that I felt the pleasure shoot through me, and my cock exploded onto her, several drops falling on her face. She didn't seem to mind though and she even licked them off as I finished up on her tits and then the last bit on her stomach. After I was done I rolled off of her spent. She was right about one thing, I wouldn't have trouble sleeping after that. Thank You Jodi West Pt. 02 We won! I pitched a hell of a game, if I must say so myself, giving up only one run on five hits and two walks over seven innings. My counterpart on the other team wasn't so fortunate. He gave up three runs in the first four innings, and from there, it was all downhill for them. The final score was seven to three, and it really wasn't that close. But something tells me you aren't reading this story to hear about my victory. My mom was there, though my dad had to work and missed the game, again. She was the head cheerleader for my very own rooting section, and every time I struck out a guy or got him to make an out, she was screaming like a crazy woman. That, and her attire, made her a genuine crowd pleaser. Her outfit was a particular favorite. She wore a simple workout ensemble with black workout Capri-leggings and a top that was a cross between a sports bra and a tank top. The material itself had to be part spandex because it fit her like a second skin. For the life of me, I never would have known that a workout outfit could look so sexy on a woman, especially her ass, which was round and firm, wrapped tightly in that poly/spandex. Even her back looked provocative, since the top had a strappy, racer back style to it, and her hair was up off her shoulders in a pony tail. Who would have thought that a woman's shoulders could be so enticing? At times, I wasn't sure if they were rooting for me or my mother, with her little sex kitten outfit. Actually, I'm still not sure. When we got home from the game, I was so excited by our win that I was bouncing off the walls. Even the head coach from the college I was planning to attend called to congratulate me. I was on cloud nine as I stood in our kitchen with my mother. "I don't think I've seen you this happy since your fifth birthday, when we got you that video game console," my mother said beaming at me. "Oh this is so much better than Xbox!" "You think?" She too was caught up in all my excitement. I ran up to her, put my arms under her ass, lifted her up in the air, and gave her a kiss, right on the lips. "Easy tiger," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around me. "You're going to hurt yourself." "I'm fine, but I'll put you down so you won't worry." I eased her down, but I set her down on an available kitchen counter. I was still between her legs and she still had her arms around my neck. "That better?" I asked as I stood over her, surveying her loveliness. "Somewhat," she said shyly averting her eyes from my stare. "I just don't want you to hurt yourself. This was only the first game of the playoffs." "This feels nice," I said as I pressed my weight between her legs. "Cash, I..." She eased her arms from my neck and started to talk but I cut her off. "Let's celebrate!" "What do you want to do?" She laughed nervously. "I don't know, but I've got to do something or I'm going to burst." "I could go to the store and get a cake..." "No, I need to something to release all of this pent up energy." She tilted her head and gave me a mock questioning look. "What did you have in mind?" "I don't know. What can we do together where I could release all of this tension?" "Is this about last night?" She asked cocking her head and looking at me from the corner of her eye. She was playing hard to get, but I had the sense that she was just playing, especially since she still had her calves wrapped around the back of my thighs. "I just need some kind of release, mom." "Yeah I bet you do, and you think I'm going to release it for you?" "Well we are a team, and there's no 'I' in team." "You are a little shit." "Yeah, but I'm your little shit." I don't know much, but I knew from the first moment my eyes lit upon her that morning, that she was going braless. Her tits just moved so naturally under all of that spandex. I stood up tall and ran my hands up the sides of her torso and over that silky, black material. When they got even with her breasts, I extended my thumbs and lightly brushed them over her nipples. "What are you doing?" She asked with a light smile."Aren't you being just a little presumptuous young man?" "You want me to stop?" She didn't say anything, just turned her head and bit her lip. That was my cue, before she could change her mind my hands went under her top and I started to push the material up. Her hands were quick to hold me off, but I was still able to push the material up and over those splendid mounds of hers. God they were amazing, sitting right out there for me with the prettiest pink nipples that were erect and calling to be paid attention to. "Holy shit!" She said and breathed in hard. "You are very fresh." "And you are just so beautiful." "Yeah, you just want me to release your tension." "It's for the good of the family," I said as I bent towards her, ran my fingers over her now exposed tits, and my wet lips up the nape of her neck. "I was right, you are a little shit." "This little shit wants to see you naked," I said as I pulled the scrunchy from her pony tail, releasing her shoulder length blonde hair. "That's not going to happen. Last night was a onetime thing," she said, but then she tilted her head back and shook her hair loose. It was all messy and sexy. "I don't want to do what we did last night," I said leering at her. "You don't?" She asked with a bit of disappointment in her voice, as she suddenly stopped fighting with me and mindlessly let me pull her top over her head. "No. I want to do much more." "Oh you little fuck." "Fuck, mom? Did you say fuck?" "I said you were a little fuck," she said playfully. "Say it again, but say it all breathy and sexy." "Cash." "Say it mom, please," I pleaded. "Fuck," she did as I asked. "Oh fuck," I said all breathy and sexy too. "Cash?" "Yeah?" "This is just so you can release some tension, right?" "I want us both to release some tension." "This isn't for me. This is only for you." "Yeah, but I can't release all my tension unless I know you are releasing tension too, mom." "Oh God. Okay. I can never say no to you. Not since you were a little boy and you were so sick. We thought we were going to lose you. I told myself then that I would never deny you anything if you survived." "I'm still here," I said, placing my hand on her thigh. She smiled at me and I moved my hand up to the front of her crotch. "You're taking advantage of me." "I know." "Remember, I'm doing this only for you." "Well, if that's where you want to draw the line, mom." I smiled knowingly at her. "I can give you oral sex, okay?" "Uh-uh." "Cash." "Not today, mom." "But baby." "I need to fuck you mom." "Holy Shit!" "I can't help it. You're just too tempting." "And you're full of shit." "No I'm not. You have a body that needs to be fucked and fucked often." "And I guess you think you're the man to do it?" "I know I'm the man to do it." I started to pull her leggings down off her ass, and to my relief, she shifted her weight to help me. I had to step away at the last second to get the material over her feet. It was then that I realized that she hadn't been wearing panties. I looked up to see her sitting naked on the kitchen counter, her snatch, cleanly shaven, staring me right in the face. The look on her face must have mirrored mine, because it was one of pure wonton lust. Though she would never admit it to herself, she wanted this as much as I did. I did short work of ripping off my tee shirt and then my shorts, and now I was standing naked in front of her. "You make this too hard. Why do you have to be so handsome?" "I guess I take after you." "Cash, let me suck your cock," she said as she grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. "I'm very good at it." "You can suck it if you want mom, but I'm going to have you." "Why am I so lucky?" "I told you. You have a body made to be fucked." "And you're going to fuck me?" "Yes." "Oh God!" She was still stroking me as I pushed between her legs. She wrapped them around me as she started to breathe very hard and then her breasts started to heave. We stared so deeply into each other's eyes each other's , and as I came close, it dawned on me: she was actually going to let me do it. She was going to let me fuck her. She guided me inside and I looked down to see the head of my cock entering my mother's snatch. "Uhhhh," she moaned silently as I entered her, and then I felt that unmistakable feeling as her pussy wrapped around my cock. "Oh God! That feels so good," I moaned. I looked down to catch a glimpse of this perfect, voluptuous body that my mother had. I had a hand on each of her breasts, and just the look and feel of her womanly body entranced me. I never felt this way with any other girl. It was just raw, primordial lust. I pushed in deeper, abandoning any sense of gentleness. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard. "Uh Cash!" She grunted. "Slow down. I'm not ready." "Sorry mom." "It's okay honey. I know you're anxious." "Is this better?" I asked as I slowly penetrated her." "Oh yeah. Oh yeah." I was all the way in her now, and paused to savor it, savor the way she looked, the way she felt. "Don't stop baby. Give it to me." I started to rock my hips, slowly at first, but I was soon slamming into her trying to get as deep as I could. "That's it baby," she said as she rocked her hips in rhythm with mine. She lay back and splayed out on the counter, so I brought her legs up and spread them as far as they would go, a hand at each ankle. "Easy honey; I'm not twenty anymore." "Get used to it mom, because I intend to spread your legs like this every chance I get." "God help me," she said as she seemed to be losing herself. I loved fucking her. At first I felt depraved wanting to fuck my own mother, but by this time, the look of her curvaceous body and the feel of being inside of her erased any sense of morals I had left. "Let me up," she said as she started to sit. I let her legs go and she quickly wrapped those legs around me, put her arms around my neck, drew me in, and then kissed me. Her body seemed on fire as she held me tight and sucked on my tongue. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she moaned as I pounded into her, encouraged by the fact that she was in full orgasm. She might have started out doing this for me, but now she was definitely doing this for herself. I couldn't help it, I was so turned on by it all that my mind went blank and I felt that intense, total joy in my cock. Sensing that I too was coming she pulled me even tighter as if she was trying not to lose one precious drop of my seamen. Her moans/hums didn't stop until we were both sated. "You came in me?" She said as we were wrapped exhausted in each other's arms. "Yes?" "Jesus, Cash, are you looking to get me pregnant?" At first I thought she was mad, but she sounded more exasperated than pissed. "I'm sorry mom. I figured you were on the pill or something." I didn't understand it. She certainly didn't give me any chance to pull out. "No. Your dad is fixed. Jesus!" "Ah shit," I said, but for some reason, I got a deviant sense of satisfaction thinking that I had maybe just knocked her up. "You were holding me so tight, I couldn't have pulled out even if I wanted to." "It's okay," she said. She must have thought that I was upset. "I don't think it's prime time for me now, but we've got to be more careful next time." "So there will be a next time?" I was still inside of her, still hard, and still had her arms and legs wrapped around me. "What do you think?" she said smiling shyly at me. "Now that you've gotten it, do you think we can stop?" "I know I can't. Not when I'm seeing your body every day. I think you liked it too mom, didn't you?" "I came, didn't I?" "Yeah, it felt like you came pretty good." My God, she said as she shifted on the counter. "How much did you come in me? I'm leaking buckets." "Sorry," I said, though I wasn't being apologetic. "God, I want to fuck you again." She just felt so good. "Cash," she said tolerantly. "You can't be ready yet?" "I don't know," I said as I started to pump into her again. "Oh Jesus, you are going to be the death of me." "Fucked to death by your own son." "How did this all happen?" "It's Jodi West's fault." "Yes it is, that slut, she made me like this." "And you love it." "I do, God help me," she said as she closed her eyes and started to arch her back. "I love being your slut, baby." Thank You Jodi West "How do you feel?" She asked nuzzling into me. "Great mom, thanks." "Oh don't thank me. Thank Jodi West." "What?" I said startled and I looked at her questioning. "I found that depraved little pile of porn you've been hiding." I was floored by her accusation, and expected her to be pissed at me, but she was merely mocking me. "You idiot, what did you think, that I wasn't going to find them under your bed? I clean your room every week." "Mom, I...?" "Oh relax. It's all right." I just looked at her in shock. "When I first found them I was pissed, imagine my son being into such a thing, but then I started watching them, and unbelievably I started to enjoy them. Imagine that. I've been watching them every day while you're at school." "Then you don't mind?" "Does it look like I mind," she said smiling, her eyes scanning over her naked body. "Just get some sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow." She then got up out of bed, and started to dry the come off of herself with a tee shirt that I left on the floor. I wasn't happy to see her go. "Can't you stay?" "Never mind. You got it already. Besides, I've got to get back to bed before your father starts wondering where I am." "Mom?" "Yeah?" She replied as I watched the depressing though unbelievably alluring sight of her putting her clothes back on. "If we win tomorrow, we have another game on Wednesday?" "And?" "Well, I was just wondering. I might be a little anxious again." "What do you think, that this is going to be an every night thing?" I just shrugged my shoulders and tilted my head in a questioning pose. "You liked it didn't you?" She asked with a sweet but seductive smile. "Didn't you?" I asked smiling back at her. "Yeah I did. It's been a long time. It was really nice," she said demurely. "So?" "We'll see," she said, kissed me goodnight before heading out my door and back to her bedroom. I fell asleep dreaming of her naked, with me laying between her legs.