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The Ice Queen Cometh

By: man_as_dog



Derek sneaked off to his room early on the night of his stepfather's annual beginning-of-summer party, miles out in the country at the estate. Not that the party wasn't interesting. It was a virtual 3-ring circus, with liquored up lawyers, older women pretending they were young chippies, and actual young chippies strutting their stuff quite prominently. There were young guys hoping to impress bosses, and bosses who didn't give a shit about anything but the free booze and young tail. Nearly a hundred folks were there, but nobody that Derek was close to. But then, there were only a handful of people in the world that Derek was close to, and none of them was in his family.

Derek was in his room to try out his latest project. His stepfather had assigned him a full summer's worth of unpaid jobs which would assure him a bed and food for the summer. At the end of the summer, as he had just graduated from high school, Derek knew he would get the boot. That's just the kind of step-father Lawrence was. A real prick. 

His assignment had been to install a security system in the house. Like many rich people, Lawrence was overly concerned with keeping the grubby hands of the poor off his stuff. The irony never hit him that most of that "stuff" was obtained by overcharging and swindling people. Derek was given some leeway about the details of the project, and so he was able to buy a high-quality closed circuit camera system, and he had placed tiny cameras discretely around the house prior to the party. He had deliberately neglected to mention the cameras to anyone, including his mother and stepfather. One camera was of particular interest. It was placed in his mother's art studio, which was nearly always locked and strictly off limits.

From his vantage point behind the laptop, Derek observed the party in silence. Switching from one camera to the next, he saw middle aged men make vague passes at bikini-clad office girls, older women clumped together discussing pool-boys over pooh-pooh platters of cold shrimp, and younger men doing cannonballs off the diving board or swilling free drinks. Late in the evening, as some of the guests began to head for the rented vans that would take them back to the city, he saw movement on the art studio camera. It was relatively dark in there, with only a small night light, but as the door opened, he could make out two figures entering the room together. He set his laptop to record. 

Half an hour later, Derek was watching the front door camera. There hadn't been much to see there so far, since most of the guests left by the side entrance. But when he saw his mother and a young guy he recognized as an intern come out the front door, something told him to begin recording. A second later, Delores was turning her face up to kiss the young man, an exchange student from Holland. After a brief cuddle, she led him by the hand out of view of the camera, behind a large hedge next to the front porch. Derek's eyes were glued to the scene for long minutes until the pair returned, the Dutch kid adjusting his belt and Delores straightening her party dress and swiping the back of her hand across her mouth. They kissed again, and she patted his butt as he headed for the van.

Derek stopped the recording. "Holy cats," he said. Derek knew this was a momentous occasion. Sometimes, a small event is life-changing, and he felt that this was such an event. He had the videos. Now he needed a plan.

----

Derek's mother (not mama, not mom, but mother) was aloof and exotic. In reality, Delores was quite plain and ordinary looking, but she had a talent for hair, makeup, and clothes through which she had made herself over into a "woman of mystery". She was known to many as the "Ice Queen" and was living her life as if she were in a play. Lately, she had been less enthusiastic about the wealth she enjoyed, and she even began to question whether being Lawrence's wife was worth the rewards. Often, she felt hollow inside, but she kept up the pretense. It was the only life she had.

Physically, she was short and slim-waisted, with hips a bit too wide for some tastes and smallish breasts. These perceived defects she hid with clothing and all the womanly arts. Delores' hair was dark red and extended half-way down her back when she wanted to show it off. Most of the time, she wore tasteful but rather dramatic makeup.

To Delores, Derek was a constant reminder of the one great mistake in her life, and he had suffered because of that association. As a teenage girl, she had given her heart, and other body parts, to an older man who had suddenly felt the need to be on the other side of the globe as soon as Delores announced she was pregnant. Her parents had done the minimal amount required by their narrow-minded religion to provide support for their daughter and her new son, until the day Delores disappeared into the big city, leaving young Derek behind to grow up miserable. 

Her native intelligence and knack for looking good and ingratiating herself with bosses had led over time to a position at the law firm where her future husband, Lawrence, was a partner. Lawrence saw her as a trophy, a good organizer for the home, a great hostess, and his personal whore, and he married her not long after they met. Throwing her success in her parents' faces, Delores contacted them and told them about her marriage to a rich man. They promptly showed up at her door, dropped off young Derek, and hit the road. He had been there ever since, in a largely loveless home, coping the best he could. Lawrence and Delores had not been pleased that he was there.

Up until recently, there had been another member of this household. Juanita Flores, the housekeeper, had been with them for a couple of years. Juanita was a pistol, as Lawrence would say. Nearly 50 years old, muscular and quick from years of physical labor, but still with an attractive face and penetrating eyes. 

Not having a car, Derek had always ridden the bus to school, which drastically limited his social life. He had gotten through high school with none of the usual fumbling in the back seat of a Toyota. His total experience with women had been via pictures and stories on the Internet. His fortunes changed dramatically one day when he found himself alone in the house with Juanita while Delores and Lawrence were gone for the weekend, early in his senior year. 

"Juanita, don't you get lonely living out here in the country? You only get to town a couple of times a week."

"I gotta cell phone. I keep in touch," she said.

"Yeah, but don't you have a boyfriend, or something?"

"You think a man would want an old lady like me?" she said, looking up from her work and smiling.

"Well, sure. I mean, you're hot, Chica."

"Gracias, Hijo. So glad you noticed," replied Juanita. "But you're the needy one. You need a girlfriend. Have you ever had a girlfriend, Hijo? I never see you with any friends out here. I know you like girls, though." 

"How would you know that, Juanita?" He laughed.

She looked at him with her piercing black eyes. "Hijo, I do the laundry. I wash your sheets and underwear. I know everything that goes on around here."

Derek's eyes went to the floor. 

"Hey, don't be embarrassed. It's natural, what you do. And those things you look at on the computer. I know about those, too. It's okay." She walked to Derek and put both her hands on his shoulders, her face near his. "Hijo, you need a date. You want me to be your date, just for practice?"

"I don't have a car," he stammered. "I don't have money to take you anywhere."

"I tell you what. You clean yourself up, pick me some pretty wildflowers, and come to my room about 8 o'clock tonight, and we'll have a date."

By 7:30, Derek had been washed and dressed in his suit for an hour. The last half hour before 8PM dragged by at a snail's pace. When he knocked on Juanita's door at 7:59, flowers in hand, his heart was beating hard in his chest. When she opened the door, his heart flip flopped.

Juanita must have learned her sexuality from old copies of Playboy. She was purely old-school sexy, in a sheer black nightgown over bustier, garter belt, black nylons, French-cut panties, and high heels. Her look worked on young Derek. She accepted his flowers from shaky, sweaty hands and laid them on a side table without bothering to put them in water.

"Juanita, uh, you don't plan on going out in those clothes, do you?"

"Hijo, we're not going anywhere. I promised you a date. You can stay home and still have a date," she replied. "Let's get you out of that jacket. You won't need it, and I think it might get a little too hot for you soon."

Juanita took the jacket and hung it on her bed post. When she turned back around, she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth. A chill ran down the right side of his neck.

"Come over here and sit down, Sweetie," she said as she took him by the hand and led him to a stuffed chair. As he sat down, she slid neatly into his lap, her thinly-clad bottom easily locating and pressing against his hard-on. 

"Juanita...please...I...I'm afraid I might have a... an accident." She leaned in for a lingering kiss.

"Hold on, Sweetie. Just calm down a little. We've got all night to have fun. I know about you young guys and how quick you can be, but just use a little control for Mama. I raised one boy myself, and I gave "rises" to a few other ones, so I know all about how you're feeling right now. Just relax and let Mama take care of you."

With that, she eased her ass off his cock and planted a wet kiss on his trembling lips. Then she began undressing him, slowly. First, the tie came off, and then she unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on his shirt, talking the whole time for distraction. Juanita kissed down Derek's neck and across his sensitive chest, playing with his nipples with her tongue and lips. 

Slipping off Derek's lap, Juanita went on her knees between his legs, unbuttoning and kissing her way lower. When his shirt was open, she helped him out of it and tossed it over the bedstead. 

"God, you're killing me, Juanita!"

"Hmm, just wait and see, Hijo. Mama's gonna eat you up!"

Derek felt his cock lurch at these words, and he thought he would lose it then and there.

Juanita knew well enough that she couldn't drag this out very long. This kid was a virgin, in over his head, and even if he'd beaten off earlier, she doubted that she could get in more than a few strokes before he blew. So, she soon got Derek's belt and zipper loose and slid his pants and undies down together. She found herself staring at a very proud, average-sized cock, pulsing. 

"Come to Mama, baby," she said, as she lowered her thick lips to his dick, took it in her mouth, and slid down it as far as she could go. 

Derek began to erupt as Juanita's mouth withdrew from his penis and her hand gripped and pumped the shaft. She worked him professionally, sucking, swallowing, and jacking. 

"Ohhhh, Jesus! Unhhhhh!"

His climax went on for long seconds as Juanita worked and Derek's brain went to the Land That Time Forgot. At length, his muscles relaxed and he slumped in his chair, hands still resting on her shoulders, as she cleaned him with her tongue.

Noting that his sweet cock was not diminishing in size very much at all, Juanita moved fairly quickly to the next phase of her seduction. She kept stroking and licking until his breathing became normal again and he opened his eyes on the beautiful sight between his knees.

"Baby, it's time for you to learn some things about a woman. Come over on the bed with me and let Mama teach you."

Derek was happy to oblige, and Juanita knew he would be a good student. Maybe even her best one.

She lay on her back and asked him, "Would you like to take Mama's clothes off?"

Derek smiled and nodded. "You know, I've never called anybody 'Mama'. The Ice Queen has always been 'Mother' to me. Can I call you 'Mama'?"

"I'd like that, Baby. You know, there's an old rhythm and blues song called, 'Tell Mama'," and she began to sing: 

"Tell Mama all about it. 

Tell Mama what you need. 

Tell Mama what you want, 

And I'll make everything all right..."

"I could never tell anything to my mother," said Derek.

"Well, Mama's gonna tell you something now. Come here and Mama's gonna teach you how to kiss."

Juanita and Derek kissed for awhile, and he took to it naturally, although he'd never had any real practice.

"Untie the laces on this thing and take a look at Mama's titties, Sweetie," she said, shaking her shoulders. 

Derek readily complied, his hands much steadier now than they had been when he'd come into her room. Juanita's skin was uniformly brown, and her tits were soft, warm, and finely textured. She had medium sized breasts with pointy nipples and big areolas. 

"Suck on 'em, Sweetie. Just like you sucked on your real Mama's titties."

"Sure thing, but I don't think Mother ever nursed me. This'll be my first time."

"That's too bad, Hijo. Delores has nice little titties."

"You've seen 'em?" Derek sounded more than casually interested.

"I've seen her naked a few times. She tries to act like we're friends, but I know she's the Head White Lady in Charge. She's not my friend, but I think you are."

"I'll be your friend for life after tonight. This won't be the only time we're together, I hope?"

Juanita proceeded to show Derek how she liked her breasts sucked and kissed. He looked so sweet to her, enthusiastically licking and milking her. She was feeling more turned on now and wanted him to move on to the next course, so she unlaced her bodice all the way down, and his mouth followed her trail as it lead to her lower abdomen. There he lingered, waiting for her to direct him further. He smelled her warm aroma now, and his cock stiffened. 

"Baby, I want you to eat Mama, like she ate you. Take off my garter belt and panties."

Derek was kneeling between her legs now, and she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He felt the dampness there, and he brought the crotch of her black undies to his nose and inhaled. Juanita moved her legs very far apart, opening herself to his delighted eyes. She had trimmed her curly black hair, and he could see her flower opening, wet and waiting for his touch.

"God, you are so beautiful!"

"Derek, lean down and take a close look. Do you like the way I smell? Would you like to taste my pussy?"

"Juanita, Mama, tell me what to do."

"Remember how I showed you to kiss me awhile ago? Well, I've got lips down there, too. You can kiss me the same way there. You just kiss me all over, and then put your tongue around all over, and then you can put your tongue in the little mouth down there."

Derek did as he was told. He knew something about pussies from the Internet and from books, but a real one was so much nicer than the pictures. On his own, he found her clit, and she was surprised when he began tonguing it in light strokes.

"Oooo, that's nice, Baby. Keep on doing that, and put your middle finger up inside me, too. Stroke the inside of my pussy along the top, not too far in." 

After awhile, Derek could tell from the way Juanita's hips began to rotate and move that she was enjoying his licking and fingering. He was surprised how hard his cock was getting from the taste of her and her responsiveness to him.

"That's good, Sweetie. Oooo, if you keep that up, you gonna make me cum. You wanna make Mama cum, don't you, Baby?"

Derek didn't answer but kept up his ministrations, and soon Juanita was bucking, making it hard for him to stay in position. With his left arm under her leg and over her abdomen, he restrained the worst of her movements and brought her to an intense orgasm, her thighs clinched at last around his ears, her hands in his hair.

When Juanita had calmed down a bit, she hugged Derek and rolled him on his back for his first real fuck. She wanted to show him how she could move, and she didn't yet trust him not to just pound away and shoot his stuff, like most teenagers would do. Carefully, she lowered herself onto his cock, sliding it all the way in and holding it in her depths. She smiled, watching the involuntary movement on his face as he felt pussy for the very first time. She leaned down to feed her breast to him, killing time until his initial thrill subsided. 

When she was sure he was settled, she began a slow rolling grind of her muscular hips, keeping his cock deep inside. Derek's hands were on her breasts, her shoulders, sliding down her arms, and resting lightly on her tensed-up hips and thighs. There was little talking now. Juanita wanted to keep him on the edge but not push him over into orgasm yet. She kept up the slow, steady pace, but she began to draw back more and the push him back in harder, all the while gauging his reaction to keep him from coming too soon. 

Juanita's moves were affecting her as well. She was one of those women, not unlike Derek's mother, who get off on being in control sexually. Other women might have rape fantasies, but Juanita was not one of them. Her fantasy was being the sexual aggressor and teacher, and she was living that fantasy now. So it was that she began to feel herself in need of another cum, and it was her choice to either ride him or give him the thrill of pounding into her. It was a generous act on her part to lie on Derek's chest and roll him over on top of her. 

Derek sensed her signal, and he took up a long stroke, putting considerable force into pistoning her pussy. Juanita began to encourage him with grunts and "oooh's", and he responded with more speed and force, and together the new couple reached their release. To Derek, it was an unforgettable moment.

Derek got a sexual learning experience that night that would be the envy of any young man. In the months to come (and cum, and cum), they would share each other's bodies whenever it was practical. It wasn't terribly difficult to keep their affair hidden in that household, where both Delores and Lawrence were so self-absorbed. All they really had to do was use a little caution and never give any appearance that anything had changed. 

Juanita liked being in the pseudo-mother role, and she also reveled in dreaming up things to excite her lover. One day while doing the laundry, she found something that gave her an idea. Lawrence was at work, but Delores was in and out of her studio. When Derek came home from school, Juanita waved him into the laundry room.

"I told you that I know everything that goes on around here, didn't I?" she said. "You know that Ice Queen mother of yours, she melts a little sometimes. Come here and look where she melted."

Derek followed her to the pile of washing on the table. Juanita handed him a pair of yellow panties.

"See what I found? Take a whiff of these." Derek held the panties to his nose and inhaled, the rush of his mother's pheromones hitting his brain.

"And look what else I found", said Juanita. She held up a white blouse and pointed to a crusty streak. "That's not ice cream from the Ice Queen. That's a man's dried cum."

"Jesus", was the only thing Derek could say. He kept putting the panties to his nose. They were stained where her pussy had leaked heavily. "What do you think she was up to? Was she with Lawrence?"

"She was wearing these today when she went out, and she changed out of them while ago. She was with somebody, but it wasn't Lawrence." Derek seemed mesmerized by the panties and the thought of his mother playing around with someone.

After supper that evening, Juanita called Derek back to the laundry room.

"You like the way your mother smells, don't you? You'd like to get into her panties, wouldn't you?"

"Uh, Juanita, that's not a fair question. I mean, sure, her panties smelled great, but I'm with you, and even if I was interested in her, I have you, and you're all I need."


The Ice Queen Cometh



Juanita noted that he hadn't directly answered her question. But he didn't have to answer. She knew the answer.

"I have a sure-fire way for you to get into your mother's panties. You come by my room when they go to bed, and I'll show you."

Derek eagerly awaited his appointment with Juanita and wondered what on earth she could have in mind. Would it really be possible to bed his mother? He had never seriously considered the idea.

He knocked on her door and slipped into Juanita's room.

"Okay, so what's this plan?" Derek was clearly excited.

"So, you do wanna get into your mother's panties. Well, sit in that chair and I'll show you how." As Derek sat, Juanita began to slowly lift the hem of her full skirt, wiggling her hips. As the skirt rose over her thighs, Derek could see the yellow panties, his mother's panties, covering Juanita's pussy.

"All you have to do is crawl over here and you can get into her panties!" 

As the joke dawned on Derek, he began to grin. It wasn't what he'd expected, but it wasn't bad, either. In fact, the notion that his lover was wearing his mother's aromatic undies was stimulating. Derek removed his jeans and crawled across the floor, burying his face in Juanita's crotch, inhaling the combined odor of his mother and his Mama. 

As he nuzzled and sniffed, Derek hooked his fingers over the elastic and lowered the yellow material over Juanita's hips and thighs, down to her ankles. He silently urged her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and began to eat her sweet pussy. Juanita slipped the panties off one foot and lifted the other so that she could grab them. 

Derek ate with enthusiasm and youthful sincerity. Juanita held his head and urged him on. In Derek's mind, this was his mother's cunt now, and his cock responded to the new and intense fantasy. Juanita was also responding to Derek's intensity and obvious arousal, and her orgasm was not long in coming. After she came, he was impatient to be inside her, his mind melding mother with Mama.

Juanita let him have his way, allowing herself to be taken by a young man intent on fucking his Mama. After he got his cock inside her, she held the yellow panties to his face and made him sniff. 

"I'm your Mama, and you're fucking me. And I love the way you're fucking me. Fuck your Mama good, Hijo."

Derek was sweating, pounding his iron cock into Juanita, while she clamped her thighs around him and then dragged them down his legs, like she was trying to milk cum out of him.

It couldn't last long, and soon both of these animals where grunting, huffing, clinching and cumming.

Later, Juanita asked, "So, did you like fucking your Mama? Would you like to fuck your real mother sometime?"

There was no need for Derek to waffle on the subject now. She had seen his reaction to her trick.

"Yeah, I loved fucking you, and I would do it to my mother in a heartbeat. That'll never happen, though, and I'm glad as hell I've got you. Nobody could be better than you, Mama."

A couple of months before the end of school, Juanita came to Derek's room in the middle of the night.

"I came to say goodbye, Hijo. I'm leaving early in the morning. One of the lawyers your step-dad works with has made me a great offer to work at his place in town. I don't want to go through some scene with your folks, so I'm leaving a note and heading out in a little while. But I wanted to get together with you one more time."

It was a shock to Derek. He had become habituated to real, good pussy. Going back to his own hand jobs? What a bummer! But there was no talking her out of going, and the best he could do was to enjoy her one more time. She left open the possibility of getting back together when he was kicked out of the house at the end of summer.

----

So, Juanita was gone. The pussy party was over. But soon, the beginning-of-summer party had come and gone, too, and Derek had two videos of real value in his possession. The Sunday morning after the party, Derek went to find his mother. She was thumbing through a fashion magazine in the living room.

"Mother, would you come with me, please? I've got something I really need to show you."

"Can't it wait? I'm busy now," she responded, lazily perusing the magazine, not looking up.

"I think you're gonna wanna see this. It has to do with the party last night, and the front porch."

Delores felt a tickle in her abdomen.

"Oh, okay." And she followed Derek down the hall and into his bedroom, nervously. 

"You know that I've been putting in a security system, with some cameras."

"Cameras? I didn't hear anything about cameras." She started getting more nervous.

"Yeah, there are tiny little cameras, and one of them is on the front porch. Anyway, I was looking at it last night, and I saw this." He hit the play button on his laptop, and a video began, showing Delores and the Dutch kid locked in a kiss on the front porch.

"Derek..."

"Just a minute. Let me fast-forward." Click...click. Delores is emerging from the bushes at the side of the porch, followed by the Dutch kid, buckling his pants.

Delores' voice was thick. "Derek, I want you to erase that right now. It's very bad of you to have done that. You could cause a lot of pain and suffering for me and you both."

"Well, I can see how it could cause you pain, but I'm getting kicked out without a dime anyway, so I can't see a problem for me."

"Derek, you know I have a pre-nuptial agreement with Lawrence, and if he got hold of something like this, he could throw me out without a dime. I would lose everything. Lawrence and I are not getting along too great as it is, and he could use this to dump me and keep everything."

"That would be really bad. I would feel really bad for you. You'd be as bad off as, well, as I am."

"Look, I won't be able to help you financially if I'm out on my ass."

"You were gonna help me? I never heard that one before."

"Well, I could help you. I could get you some money, maybe a little bit now and more later. Lawrence keeps a close eye on the money, but I could say I needed some new clothes or something. He's pretty generous with stuff like that."

"Thanks, Mother, but I don't want your money. Or Larry's." Derek liked to refer to Lawrence as "Larry", because his step-dad hated it.

"Well, you know I can't get you a car. Lawrence would never stand for that."

"I don't want a car. I'll get my own someday."

"Son, what do you want, then?" she said, plaintively, hoping the 'son' reference would soften him.

"I just want...what...you gave the Dutch kid."

"You want...sex? You want me to find you a girl friend?" Delores began babbling. "Well, I understand that it's been difficult living out her away from kids your own age. You have needs, I know. I understand how that is. Maybe I could set you up with a daughter of someone at my volunteer job. Or, we could even find you a hooker..."

Leave it to Delores to be blunt.

"Mother, you don't understand me. I want what YOU gave the Dutch kid. What exactly were you two doing in the bushes, anyway?"

"Oh, we were just hugging and kissing."

"I don't think so. Why was he buckling his pants?"

"Okay, okay, I gave him a little hand job. Very innocent. He's leaving for Holland today, and it was a going-away gift."

"Larry wouldn't call that innocent, I don't think."

"Look, tell me what you want. I need you to erase that."

"Like I said, I want what you gave the Dutch kid. You say you gave him a hand job, so I want hand jobs, from you, for the rest of the summer."

Delores was stunned. She had never considered Derek as a sexual being, and here he was proposing that they be sexual together.

"Derek, I'm not about to do anything sexual with you. You're my son, for Christ's sake. Can you imagine what people would say if they ever found out?"

Derek noted that her concern was 'what people would say', not some high-minded morality.

"I wouldn't tell, and neither would you. Would it really be so difficult for you to jack me off, say, 4 times a week? You seemed to like doing that for Hans or Lars or whatever his name is."

"Gunter. And that's different. And what will you do if I don't comply?"

"Maybe nothing. Maybe I'll send a copy to Larry's office and let them all pass it around. Maybe I'll email it to your friends, or post it online. I'll have to think about it."

"Derek, I can't. Take some money. Let me find you a girlfriend. Don't do this to me."

"I've got something you want, and you have something I want. It seems like a fair trade to me, but I'll give you time to think about it. I'll be in my room this evening. If you come to see me, and you agree, then I'll erase the video. I have copies I'll keep, but you can have them at the end of the summer. Now, you were busy with a magazine while ago, so maybe you should get back to that."

Delores stewed the rest of the day, but when Lawrence retired to his bedroom, Delores got herself ready and went to Derek's room. She deliberately dressed in something unbecoming, with her makeup removed, and her plan was to make this session as un-sexy as possible. She would get him off, but she didn't want him to enjoy it any more than absolutely necessary.

"Okay, you win. But it'll be 3 times a week, not 4. Just hand jobs, and nothing fancy. And you will keep your nasty hands off my tits, ass and pussy, you hear?"

Derek conceded the conditions and stood up to reveal his cock poking out the front of his robe. 

"Then we have a deal. Let's get started." He removed the robe with no hint of modesty, revealing his naked form. He sat on the bed, dimmed the light, and patted a spot on the edge, motioning her to sit as he lay back. 

Hating the fact that she'd lost, Delores nevertheless sat on the bed and without ceremony, began jacking her son's cock. She held on fairly roughly, applying no lubrication, and moved her hand rapidly.

"I thought you'd be good at this. Seems you need a few lessons," said Derek.

The insult! To insinuate that she didn't know her way around a young cock? Delores was huffy, but she didn't say anything. It was her plan to be bad at this, but she couldn't stand the thought that someone would not think she was outstanding. Subtly, she altered her technique, and soon Derek was getting into it.

"Yeah, that's better, Mother. All you needed was a bit of practice."

Practice! Why, she was a mistress of cock! She could pump with the best of them. She'd show him!

"God, yeah, that's good now. Oh, I'm getting close!" With that, the dam burst and Derek sprayed cum into the air, over his chest. It drooled down Delores' closed fist and puddled on his pubes. His hands gripped the sheets, not having anywhere better to go.

Delores washed her hands in the hall bathroom and marched back to her studio. There, she sat on the day bed and considered what had just occurred. Truly, it wasn't that bad. She was sure Lawrence would never find out, since he was in his own little world most of the time. She actually got a bit of a charge out of it, to tell the truth. Whatever else she was, Delores was a sexual animal.

By their fourth session, Delores was actually looking forward to the event. The second time, she had talk downed to Derek in an effort to put him off the idea of continuing the sessions, but he had just smiled and ignored her. When his cock went off like a loaded gun, her sense of power was reinforced, and she smiled to herself secretly at the perversity of her actions.

When Delores opened his door for the fifth masturbation session, she sensed something different. Derek was standing there naked, smiling. 

"I want to try something a bit different tonight. I wanna show you how I like to do this when I do it myself."

With that, he crawled toward the center of the bed, on his knees. There was a towel on the bed and some K-Y. 

"I like doing it on my stomach. Just lie back, and I'll put some stuff in your hand. All you've gotta do is hold on to my cock. I'll do the rest. It'll be easy."

Derek squirted K-Y into her right hand, rubbed her hand all over his cock, pushed her down to the pillow, went down on his stomach next to her, and pulled her slick hand under him, where it found his cock again. She gripped him with her thumb and index finger around the base of his cock, the rest of her fingers curling around him, and Derek began to pump into her slick fist, the head of his cock sliding up her forearm. Delores watched in fascination as his naked ass rose and fell, his face close to hers. 

"Oh, yeah. That's the stuff! That feels great, Mother. Squeeze! God, I love to pump it into you."

"Did he say he'd love to pump it into me?" she asked herself. "I must have heard wrong."

This was a very different situation for Delores. In the first place, she'd never seen a man jack off like this, much less helped one in this way. Also, Derek had been very sparing with his comments before, but he was positively talkative now. Nasty talk. Then there was the sight of his bottom pumping up and down. She had a fleeting thought of him pumping into her, which she put out of her mind. 

Derek took more time than usual to finish this evening. He'd change his pace and movement, as if he were really fucking a woman. Almost like he was auditioning for her. When he was done, he put his right arm over her, leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Mother", he muttered.

It was several days until their next session. Over that time, Delores thought about their situation much of the time. She had actually felt herself aroused that last time, and she had come to appreciate some of Derek's personal qualities more and more. Like that nice hard ass, to match that nice hard cock. In the meantime, sex with Lawrence was suffering by comparison.

A few sessions later, when Delores came to her son's room, she was dressed in pajamas, and she was wearing makeup. She had found herself checking her watch all day, counting the hours until their meeting. Derek once again laid out the towel and applied the K-Y, and she caressed his cock from underneath. As he got into rhythm, Derek put his right arm over his mother's shoulder and turned slightly her way. The next thing she knew, his mouth was near her ear, and he was whispering those nasty, sexy things as he hugged her and humped her hand. He may have kissed her cheek. Delores found that she was almost halfway underneath him now, his right leg moving up onto hers. She turned slightly toward him and put her left arm on his back, and then moved her hand down to just above his ass, feeling his motion.

"My God! He's practically on top of me, and my pussy is soaked!" she thought.

When Derek came this time, his cum squirted up her forearm. Once again, he kissed her, this time nearer her mouth, and thanked her as she reluctantly pulled away from him. Instead of stopping by the bathroom to wash up this time, Delores let his cum trickle down her arm into her cupped hand as she hurried to her studio. There, she stripped off her pajama bottoms with her left hand and lay back on the day bed, her knees raised and separated, the soles of her feet touching.

To Delores' sopping wet pussy, she added Derek's cum from her right hand. Her fingers worked the slick stuff over her clit and into her hole. She reached to her breast and ran her palm over a nipple. She was bathing herself in Derek's cum. She licked the streak of goo that had run down her forearm, savoring its earthy flavor. 

Delores turned on her stomach, with 2 fingers inside her. Her mind played overlapping images where things were at odd angles, like a Picasso painting. She imagined herself lying on Derek's stomach, his cock stuck up in her, but an instant later, he was giving it to her from behind. She gave herself fully to the incestuous fantasy for the first time, and she felt the power of taboo unleashed. There's a reason such things are forbidden, and it is that they are powerful.

There was something so elemental and raw about mingling their juices that it wasn't long at all until the images in her mind overwhelmed her with a wrenching orgasm. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries. Lawrence had never done anything like that for her. "I've got his cum inside me now! God, this is so nasty," she thought.

Delores cleaned up at the sink in her studio before going to bed. She hoped Lawrence would be asleep and not notice her flushed face and chest. Her delicate white skin always revealed her arousal.

That all happened on a Friday night. On Monday, Derek came in from his building projects outside. Lawrence rigorously checked on his progress, so he had little time to slack off, or risk early ejection from the house. However, today he was out of roofing nails for the barn, so he had an excuse. Besides, he was very hot from working mostly in the sun. So, about 3 o'clock, he decided to go in the house and cool off.

Derek jumped in the shower and soaped up. As he toweled off, carefully drying his cock, he was wondering where his mother was. Back in his room, he fired up the security app on his laptop and activated the camera still hidden in the studio. As he had guessed, she was there, milling about. Derek watched her for awhile, appreciating her wide hips and smallish breasts, bobbing loosely under a silk shirt, worn over terrycloth shorts.

"Looks like she's bra-less today," Derek mused.

Thinking he might lie down for awhile, Derek started to close his laptop when he saw his mother's hands slide under her shirt and begin to caress her boobs. Thoughts of a nap disappeared.

Delores kept up her titty play, apparently tweaking her nipples and running her palms over the smooth surface of a fine pair. 

"She's supposed to come to my room tonight," he thought. "I wonder if she's thinking about me?" Well, if she was, then he should give her something concrete to think about. Derek knew that his mother could turn part of him into concrete with the barest effort, so he slipped on a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt and headed for her studio.

Knock, knock. "Mother, are you in there? Can I ask you something?" Derek was purely winging it. He hadn't even planned what to ask her.

"What do you want? You know better than to disturb me in my studio." She had quit fondling her breasts.

"Would you open the door, please? I hate yelling."

Delores opened the door a few inches, and Derek's eyes went to her hard nipples poking into the soft fabric.

"Uh, did, uh, Lawrence ... leave some nails around here somewhere? I mean, I'm out of roofing nails, so I can't do anything more today."

"Well, I certainly don't know. Why are you asking me?"

"Oh, I just thought he might have left me some. Whatcha doin'?" His eyes went quickly to her nipples again.

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"If you must know, I'm just going to take a nap, so if you're finished with me...", and she reached to close the door. But Derek was quicker, and he pressed into the room, pushing the door open and brushing right by her.

"Wow, could I use a nap. This room is much cooler than mine. How about we snooze together?" And Derek walked over to the day bed and sat down.

"No way. This is my space, Derek. You can nap in your room."

"But I like it here. Come on, lie down here and we'll keep each other company. I'm not gonna try anything funny. You are coming by my room tonight, though, aren't you?"

Delores wavered. The thought of cuddling a bit wasn't unattractive, but she didn't want to set a precedent. When Derek lay down on the day bed, his left arm outstretched, she gave in. It would be such a hassle to evict him at this point.

"Yeah, lie down here, Mother. I'm conking out already."

Delores lay down and turned her back to Derek, who immediately rolled her way, placing his right hand lightly on her hip, barely touching her with his body. It felt nice to be close, but not too close, to her son.




The Ice Queen Cometh



In a few minutes, Delores drifted off into a very light sleep. Her mind played an image of some man, she didn't know who, holding her and touching her from behind. But when she surfaced, Derek's hands hadn't moved. She could hear his regular breathing behind her neck. 

All day long, Delores had been in a semi-aroused state, and after her short nap and the fleeting vision it brought, she felt the familiar warm squishy feeling between her labia. She knew there was no way to bring herself to orgasm with Derek so close, but she could use his presence to enhance her arousal. She longed to touch her pussy, feel its heat, and drift in a dream until Derek left, at which point she could have a nice cum. She decided to take a small chance.

Delores' right forearm was on her waist, and her left arm was angled out in front of her. Slowly, she moved her left hand under her silk shirt and wedged her fingernails under the elastic of her terrycloth shorts. Down her hand went, sliding under her panties, and to the top of her well-trimmed pussy. She pressed the bud at the top of her lips, sending little pleasure packets to her central nervous system. 

"If I just had a little of that warm pussy juice, I could do some lazy circles around my clit," she thought. To get where she needed to go, Delores would have to raise her right leg slightly, and that was a risk with Derek right behind her. But she could hear his steady breathing, and she was sure he was out of it. Carefully, she raised her leg and slipped her middle finger into the well.

Derek had been dozing, but a movement of Delores' elastic waistband had roused him. When he felt the movement of her leg under his right hand, he knew something was going on down there. Either she was scratching an itch in her crotch, or she was fingering herself, and he was pretty sure what the correct answer was. 

His movement was swift. His right hand slid off her hip and clutched her left forearm where it disappeared under her shorts. His left arm came across her shoulder and grabbed her right wrist. 

"Don't stop, Mama. Keep fingering yourself! I'm gonna talk you through this."

Delores was shocked by his sudden movement, but she was just as shocked that he'd called her "Mama". It was a first time for both. Derek kept up the talk, whispering a few inches from her ear.

"Raise your leg a little more and cup your pussy. You're gonna to like this. You're gonna cum hard."

What could she do? Struggle away from him, deny what they both knew, and create a scene? Or follow his instructions and see where things led? After a short pause, she did what her body told her to do. Her leg lifted, and her hand slid over her hot cunt.

Derek's right hand followed her arm under her shorts and panties and down onto the back of her left hand. His fingers caressed hers, which in turn caressed her labia. Then, with an audible sigh, her middle finger entered her hole again.

"That's right, Mama. Put your finger inside. Get it wet. Stroke your clit. Show me what makes you feel good." Derek's left hand was now interlaced with Delores' right, petting and squeezing.

"Derek..."

"You're incredibly sexy, Mama. Every man who sees you wants you. Think of a man you want me to be. I can be any man you want, Mama. I'm a man who wants you, and you can feel my cock telling you that, can't you?" There was no doubt now that Derek's cock was hard, as he pressed into her ass.

Delores pleasured herself while Derek's fingers read her movements as if they were Braille. All the while, he was whispering nasty things to her and hugging her close to his stiff pole.

"Do you know who the man is, Mama? Can you picture his face? Maybe he's somebody you used to love. Maybe he is someone you've never met. Not Larry, though. You're much too good for Larry. You deserve a man who loves you and can love you right.

Delores did indeed have a vision of a man. Two men, actually. She began to have flashes of her first love, Derek's father, which morphed into Derek and back to his father. As she became more physically aroused, she felt herself getting younger, returning to her teenage years and the love of her life. She remembered for the first time in many years what it was like to really be in love, and to be innocent. Sex felt new to her, as this man behind her coaxed her toward orgasm, whispering to her like a real lover. 

Now Derek was saying, "Mama, can you feel how hard I am? I want you to know how much your lover wants you." Derek held Delores tight against his chest and crotch and rolled onto his back. Delores, her legs spread widely now, grinding her ass into his crotch, felt his hard rod pressed into her crack. She used two fingers to rub pussy juice all over her labia and clit, dipping in to her hole again and again for more.

The more aroused Delores got, the more emotional she became. These were the feelings of a teenage girl, and as she began to cum, she also began to sob. Tears ran down into her ears.

Rubbing, sobbing, and cumming, Delores writhed in orgasm on Derek's chest. All the while, he whispered those sweet nasty things to her, pressed her body to his, and held his fingers on hers. She was still crying after her cum, and Derek laid her back on her side, slowly disengaging himself.

The rational part of her brain warned her, "He'll probably fuck you now. And you won't resist."

But Derek was a little freaked out. No woman, in his limited experience, had ever cried like this in his arms. He wanted to fuck her, but he decided the best thing was to take his hard cock and leave his mother to herself. He crawled over her, pausing to kiss her cheek and say, "I love you, Mama". Then he was off the bed and out the door.

As the melted Ice Queen came back to reality, she started feeling a bit indignant. "What's wrong with him? He could have had me. Surely he knew I was in no condition to resist? Hell, he didn't even technically break any of the rules! He never touched my ass, tits, or pussy with his hands." Much to Delores' chagrin, she realized that there were a lot of loopholes in their agreement.

Derek went back outside to work to keep himself from wasting a good hard on by jacking off. His mother was due to drop by his room this evening, after all. Also, he wanted to get away from whatever weird mood she was in and let her get over it.

At dinner, Delores wasn't eating. She seemed more distant than usual, in a very quiet sort of way. Lawrence was in a sour mood. Derek suspected that Lawrence was either hiding something or having some problem at work. When Lawrence announced he was going to a conference over the weekend, and then quickly changed the subject, Derek decided that it must be deception.

Lawrence began picking at Delores. The food was lousy, the house could be cleaner, she looked wrecked. Derek counted each major insult, and when Lawrence hit number three, Derek got up quickly, almost knocking over his chair, and stepped to where Lawrence sat.

With his fist on the table and the other hand clinched at his side, Derek leaned down toward Larry's face and calmly said, "I've had enough of that. You will not insult and degrade my mother again. If you do, you will be very sorry."

Lawrence had his hands in a defensive position, as if Derek might crack his skull. He was speechless as Derek turned, patted his Mama on the shoulder, and strode out of the kitchen.

Lawrence began to babble threats and nonsense in a low voice until Delores looked him in the eye and told him, "Just shut up, Lawrence."

About 7:30, Delores knocked on Derek's door and slipped inside.

"Thanks for what you did for me today. I mean, in the studio, and what you said to Larry at dinner. Nobody has stood up for me for a long time." She stood with her hands on his chest.

"No problem, Mama." Mama again! 

"Derek, honey, I'm coming to see you tonight about 8:45 or 9:00. But about 8:30, I'm gonna have a short swim. I think you might be interested in watching me swim tonight. Just be sure to look out your window about that time, and you might get a little surprise."

At 8:30 on the dot, Delores appeared by the pool in a white silk robe. With her back to Derek's window, she removed the robe slowly and draped it over a lawn chair. She wore a white bikini, and she was beautiful from behind as she walked slowly and sensuously to the diving board at the far end of the pool. Her dark red hair looked like a lion's mane as it bounced and curled down her back. She mounted the board, walked to the end, dove in and swam to the end nearest Derek's room. Rising from the water, she arched her neck, thrusting her small breasts forward. She climbed the steps and walked to the lawn chair, where she faced Derek, whose outline was visible in the window.

Delores reached behind her neck and untied the spaghetti straps of her halter. She held each in the air in front of her and bounced them up and down, jiggling her small jugs. Then she dropped the straps, and her sweet little titties came into view. From his window, Derek could appreciate the round shape, like ripe peaches, and the small areolas of his mother's breasts. Her nipples were hard again.

Delores began playing with her tits. She handled them underneath, smoothed her palms over the nipples, and lifted each breast for an appreciative kiss. In a minute, she sat down in the reclining lawn chair, a leg on each side of the foot rest. Leaning back, she continued stroking her breasts. She smiled slightly.

Presently, she began an exploration further down her body. Long white fingers with very red nails caressed her pale stomach and lower abdomen. Derek could see that this was leading to a replay of events earlier this afternoon. With her left hand still on her boobs, Delores dipped her right hand into her bikini bottoms, and Derek could see the material fill up as her fingers moved to her cunt. He could practically make out the middle finger moving along her crevice and into her hole. 

Delores' head was back, eyes closed, mouth open. But now, her fingers moving slowly in her quim, she bent her neck forward, arched her right eyebrow, and looked pointedly at the window where Derek was silhouetted. Was she just making sure he was there, or was it some kind of a challenge? Or maybe an offer? 

Derek watched her manipulate herself for a few minutes, his hand rubbing his cock. Then, she slowly removed her hand from her suit and stood. Reaching behind her, she untied the remaining strap of her bikini top and wadded it up. She picked up the silk robe, put the halter top in the pocket, put the robe on, and tied the sash. Then, she moved toward the back door, out of Derek's sight.

When Delores entered Derek's room a few minutes later, he was standing about a foot from his bed, wearing a bathrobe. The robe was open down the front, and his erect cock was readily apparent. Delores smiled as she moved to him, placing her hands on his chest, under the robe. His arms went around her shoulders. He had his legs outside of hers, his right one a few inches in front of the other, and he began to rock her slowly backwards and forwards.

"So, did you like the show?"

"You don't have to ask. You know."

"I just wanted to thank you for what you did for me today. I mean defending me with Larry, as well as what you did in the studio. That was incredible. You should have seen his face after you left. I thought he might hemorrhage."

"Too bad he didn't."

"You didn't get to see much this afternoon, lying behind me like you did. So, I gave you a little frontal view."

"You're beautiful, Mama."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It sure looks like you did," she said, pointedly looking down at his hard pecker. "You want me to do something about that thing?"

"Yeah, but I wanna ask you something first. You know that video I took. With you and Hans..."

"Gunter. Yeah, I know it."

"Well, I've been looking at it again, and it looks to me like maybe something else happened in the bushes. I know you said you gave him a hand job, but you're wiping your mouth when you come back on the porch. Looks like you had him in your mouth, Mama", Derek said with a grin. He was still rocking her, forward and back.

"Derek! How could you say something like that about your Mama!" she said, mockingly.

"You sucked him off, didn't you, Mama?"

Delores couldn't hide her grin.

"We had a deal, Mama. You said you'd give me what you gave the Dutch kid," Derek said. And on the next rock backwards, he abruptly sat down on the edge of the bed. Delores was thrown off balance, her shoulders still in Derek's grasp. Her hands slid down his chest as her right foot stumbled forward. Before she knew what was happening, she was practically on one knee between his legs, a hard cock pointing at her face, her hands now on his abdomen.

"Keep your promise, Mama. Put it in your mouth," Derek said, as Delores looked up at him in surprise.

She looked at the cock before her. It was a nice one. Hard. It was one she was familiar with, and one she had thought about sucking. She opened wide and took the head in her mouth as her right hand gripped down low on the shaft. Delores began to sensuously suck and squeeze, making her way further down his pole each second.

Derek slid his hands into her mess of wet red hair. He felt his cock bulge out the sides of her mouth. He felt the heat coming off her. Mostly, he felt the expertise of her mouth and hands. He moved his hands down to her neck and worked them under the white silk robe, shoving the robe off her shoulders. Delores got his message and helped him shuck the robe off her arms, exposing her breasts. From this angle, he couldn't see them well, but it was nice knowing they were jiggling down there, under his mom's sucking mouth.

Delores was into it now. She had always prided herself on being a great cocksucker, and she strove to prove that reputation now. She could take him pretty far down her throat without gagging, and with her hand action, she knew she'd have him cumming in her mouth in no time. She actually marveled a bit that Derek could hold out so long, since she knew he must be pretty inexperienced. She was getting quite warmed up herself, and she dipped a finger into her cunt as she sucked and pumped. 

Derek leaned back on his elbows and watched as his mom cut her eyes up to him, cock in mouth, like a professional hooker. There was no doubt that the two of them had a lot in common, including a lust for sex. 

"Oh, Mama! I'm about to cum in your mouth!" And with a jolt that went through his entire body, Derek released his load. Delores didn't spill a drop.

When the pulsing was finished, Delores crawled up beside her son, his slightly softer cock still in her hand. She lay on the side of his chest, his arm under her head, her naked tits pressing against him.

"Goddamn, that was great!"

"Mmm, yeah. I guess I owed it to you, really."

As Derek and his mom talked and snuggled, she could feel some stiffness returning to his prick. She might well have crawled over him and impaled herself had they not heard Larry's voice calling Delores' name.

"Oh, shit!" Derek said as he stood up and closed his robe. "Last thing we need is Larry poking his head in here now." 

Derek's "head" was poking out of his robe, but he managed to hide it as he left his bedroom. 

"I'll keep him busy toward the back of the house. You get out the front when the coast is clear and make like you're just coming in the front door. And whatever you do, don't let him smell your breath."

It turned out that Larry had been packing for the weekend, and could not find his favorite underwear, so he had gone looking for Delores to ask where they were. Ordinarily, it would have taken a fire or earthquake to get him out of his bedroom once he'd gone in for the night.

After the scare she got on Monday night, Delores took stock of her situation. The realization that things could fall apart rapidly had shaken her, and she wanted to apply the brakes before it was too late. She and Derek agreed not to meet again until Thursday, the day before Lawrence left. But when Thursday arrived, Lawrence insisted on taking her out to dinner and a movie. He seemed to be trying to get on her good side, and she couldn't find a reason to refuse him. 

When Lawrence got Delores home, he wanted sex. He used the upcoming trip as a reason. Delores found the prospect more disgusting than usual, but she didn't want to give him the idea that she might be fooling around on the side, so she went along with it. She even tried to act turned on, and she may have gone a little over the top with that act. Derek, who was listening outside their door at the time, was pretty disgusted, too. 

"He's getting the pussy I should have had tonight," thought Derek. But Derek knew some things that neither Larry nor Delores knew, and it gave him some comfort as he listened to the grunts and moans emanating from the master bedroom.

The next day was Friday, and Lawrence was leaving for the weekend. Delores kept eyeing Derek at breakfast, looking for a clue about what he might be planning, but she was thwarted. He went out to his barn project before Lawrence left. When Delores had been alone for an hour or so, she decided to troop out and confront her son. She was ready for action. But when she got to the barn, Derek was missing.

"Where the hell is he?" she thought. 

The day dragged on for her, and she never caught sight of her son. He must have walked off the property, maybe gotten a ride into town or something. It was late afternoon, and there was still no Derek. Delores started making gin and tonics. By dark, she was pretty peeved, and a little drunk. They had wasted a whole day, and she didn't even know where he was. Had Monday night freaked him out? Was he playing games with her? Was he mad because she didn't show up last night?

After dark, Derek walked up the long driveway where Juanita had dropped him off. He wasn't quite ready to reveal his sexual past to his mom, so he didn't invite Juanita to come inside. He entered the dark house and carefully looked around for her. From his bedroom window, he saw her by the pool, sipping a drink. He donned his bathing suit and headed out the back door to the pool.

Dolores eyed him as he approached the pool. "Where the hell have you been all day?" she asked, peevishly. 

"I had some stuff to do. I'll tell you about it later."

Derek dove in the shallow end, swam to the other end, and then returned near his mother. Standing in front of her, he reached to her waist and slid her toward him, her legs wrapping around his hips. 

"Let's take a ride. We need to talk about something. We need to talk about swimming and stuff."

Delores hung onto his neck and just stared at his smiling face, still mad at him for being gone all day as he strolled around the shallow end of the pool, carrying her in his arms, buoyed up by the water.

"You know, swimming is like sex," he said. 

"What the hell is he talking about?" she thought. "Has he lost his marbles?"

"When you're just messing around in the shallow end of the pool, things are pretty easy. No danger of drowning." Derek began to move toward the diving board.

"Now, when you get into deeper water, it gets a little scary. You've gotta depend on the other person. You've gotta know you can trust the other person." By now, the water was up to their chins. 

"We're into the deep shit now, Mama. Do you trust me?" he asked, water lapping at their lips. "I think I can trust you, can't I? 'Cause, you know, we're gonna sink or swim together." It was a bit tense for Delores, with water above her neck and Derek holding her down at his eye level.

"I can't even trust you to..." she started to say, and Derek dipped down under the water. Delores got a mouthful of water and came up sputtering. "Wrong answer," he said.