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Sons and Lovers

By: Alex De Kok



With apologies to the shade of D. H. Lawrence, but the title was just too good to miss!

*

She was gazing through the window overlooking the pool, when Fran came up beside her, handing her a tall glass, frosted with dew.

"Thanks, Fran, I need that on a day like this," she said, but her attention was outside. Fran moved alongside her, and the two women gazed at the view.

"Penny for them," said Fran.

"Just thinking that it's over two years since I last got laid."

Fran laughed. "And what prompted that , Susan Ellis?"

"Your son, Fran, as if you didn't know."

"Ah, my son. What is it, Sue? His incredible good looks, taking after his mother as he does? His swimmer's physique? His boyish charm? His friendly personality?"

"All of those, Fran, but mostly the size of the bulge in his swim shorts."

Fran laughed. "I thought it might be. Yes, Todd seems to be well developed where it might matter to a sex-starved woman. I can name another likely stud, too."

"Oh, yes. Who?" said Sue, interested, almost despite herself.

"Your own son."

"Joe? You're joshing me!"

"Nope. I think Joe might be as big as Todd."

Susan stared at her friend for a long, long, moment, and then burst into laughter.

Fran frowned. "Come on, Sue, share it. What's so funny?"

"Us. That's what's funny. Two divorced, middle-aged women discussing the relative size of each other's son's dick. That's what's funny."

"Sue, you said you hadn't been laid in over two years. Well, it's longer than that for me, three, almost four."

Sue reached out and squeezed her friend's hand. "I know, sweetie, I know. Life's a bitch sometimes, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess. What are we going to do about it? Put on our shortest skirts and our lowest-cut tops and go down to the Roadhouse, see if we can pick somebody up? I don't think so, do you? Honestly? And why have you started looking all thoughtful?"

Sue smiled, gesturing towards the window. "The answer is out there."

"Fuck my son? No way!"

"Sorry, Fran, didn't make myself clear. Not you. Me. And you with Joe."

There was a long silence, as Fran stared at her friend. Sue tilted her head, a half-smile on her face, until Fran gave her a wry grin. "Nice thought, Sue, very nice, but would Joe go for a woman twice his age?"

"In general terms, no, I don't think so. Would he go for you? I think he very probably might, given the right incentive."

"And that is? I'm not paying for sex, Sue."

"Not asking you to, sweetie. Joe likes you, Fran. He likes you very much, quite apart from being his best friend's mother. I was cleaning his room, and accidentally dislodged a pile of his college work. I was just going to pick it up and put it back, when I spotted a photo. Remember, about this time last year? When the four of us went to the beach?"

"Ye-e-s?"

"And you were wearing your red bikini?"

"Oh, god!" Fran groaned. "That one that was about three sizes too small?"

Sue grinned. "That's the one. Joe had his camera. I suspect we weren't paying attention, but Joe took a photo of you in that bikini." Sue grinned. "I say this myself, girl, you looked hot in that photo!"

Fran flushed. "I felt hot. Hot with embarrassment."

"Didn't show. Anyway, Joe has that photo, near his bed. I suspect he might use it for jack-off material."

Fran blinked, startled, and then laughed. "Oh, my god! Me, the stuff of masturbatory fantasies! You must be mistaken, Sue, you must."

"Well, I could be wrong, but I don't think I am. But that's beside the point. If Joe wanted you, would you have him?"

"Seriously?" said Fran, and Sue nodded, her smile broadening as Fran went on. "Yes, I would! They say young men are best handled by experienced women, and I think I'd like to find out if it's true." Fran grinned, wry. "But will it happen? I suspect not."

"I'd have to say exactly the same about me and Todd, so if you have any ideas, let's hear them."

Fran looked at her friend, really looked at her, for a long, long, moment, then took a long swallow from her glass, draining it. "I'll get refills, and we'll talk about this."

*

Joe and his mother had just finished supper when she started to turn his world upside down, and probably inside-out, too, truth be told. "Joe?

"Yes, Mom?"

"Sorry for the personal question, son, and the timing, too, but it's important. Are you still a virgin?"

He stared at her for a moment, a little shocked, a lot more surprised, but they'd always been honest with each other, and he shook his head, although he could feel his face flush. "No, Mom. Not since second semester at college."

"Good experience?" He couldn't stop the grin and Sue smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Yes, Mom. It was a good experience." Joe grinned, his flush fading. "Very good, in fact. But why is it important? Why the sudden inquisition?"

"Fran?"

"Aunt Fran? What about her?"

"She hasn't been laid in over three years, is getting frustrated, and wants some action. But she wants good sex with no ties, from someone she likes, someone she trusts. I suggested you."

"You suggested me?" Joe was startled. "Why me?"

"You like her."

Joe snorted. "True, but she is my best friend's mother, and your best friend, too, as far as I can tell, apart from being a good-looking, friendly neighbor."

"Yes, son, she is. But we were talking about Fran. She's attractive. Good figure, keeps herself fit."

"Also true, but so are you attractive and fit, Mom. And also with a good figure."

"Thank you, but I'm not asking you to fuck me, Joe, but Fran." He stared at her and she gave him a rueful grin. "Guess it's the first time I ever said 'fuck' to you, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mom. First time, but then, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

"I guess so."

"Including me, um, fucking Aunt Fran."

Sue chuckled. "Including that. Well, does it appeal, or repel?"

"Come on, Mom, get real! You offer me Aunt Fran on a plate, gift-wrapped, and expect me to say no? Of course it appeals."

"Good. Next question. Do you and Todd have any plans for the weekend? Friday to Monday inclusive?"

"No, I'm pretty sure we don't. Why?"

"Cape Aniya? Ever been?"

"The nudist place?" Joe's smile was wry. "No, Mom, I have never been to Cape Aniya. Why there? Are you thinking of going?"

"Not just thinking. We have a two-bedroom cabin reserved for the weekend. You, me, Fran, and Todd. Fran thought it was a good idea to let you see what you were getting before you committed yourself."

Joe stared at her again. "Whoa a moment, Mom. Am I getting the right picture here? While I make with the nasties with Aunt Fran, you and Todd are getting it on, too?"

Sue was suddenly unsure, it had all seemed so simple when she and Fran had discussed it, and she was hesitant, feeling the heat in her face, when she nodded. "Yeah, um, that was the idea, son. You okay with that?"

Joe reached for her hand, squeezing her fingers, and his voice was soft when he spoke. "Mom, when was the last time you got laid? I'd guess about two, three years, before you threw my no-good Dad out. Am I right?"

Sue nodded. "Yes," she whispered.

"Then it's time. Todd's a good choice. He's hot for you, Mom. He told me he masturbates to thoughts of you." Joe flushed. "Oops! Don't tell him I told you, okay?" He laughed, short, wry. "It was more information than I really wanted when he told me that, but then I jack-off to thoughts of Aunt Fran, so I couldn't exactly criticize, could I?"

"Our secret, Joe. I swear." Wow, thought Sue, feeling a flush of heat in her pussy. This could be good! I was right about that photo.

Joe nodded. "Mom, if you had to choose someone to take to bed, and if you'd asked me who, I'd have put Todd at the top of the list." He laughed. "A very short list, by the way. Only one name on it."

A surge of relief ran through Sue. "So I take it you're okay with this?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm fine. I was a little concerned about what you'd be doing, if I was fucking Aunt Fran, but if you're going to be showing Todd what a real woman wants, I can relax, and enjoy my own lesson."

"Real woman, eh? Thanks for that, son."

"Hey, I live with you, remember? I've seen you in your underwear, as well as in your nightie, and your bikini. I've never seen you naked, Mom, but I think I'm going to soon, yes?"

"On Friday, yes. I'll probably blush like a sunset."

Joe laughed. "You think I won't? We can have matching flushes."

"It might depend on Todd, son. Fran was asking him tonight, too."

"I forecast an enthusiastic 'yes', Mom."

Sue glanced at her watch. Just coming up to ten. Time to phone Fran. She turned to Joe. "Joe? There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen. Red. Open it, and pour us one each, will you? Then I need to ring Fran."

"Dutch courage, Mom? You won't need it, I promise. Hey, can I ring?"

"Get the wine. We'll see."

But it was Joe who dialed Fran's number, and Sue fought a giggle, listening to him, for it was obvious that Fran had answered the phone. "Aunt Fran? Hi, it's Joe ... no, it's you I wanted to speak to, not Todd ... why? I have a question for you, that's why ... no, it's an easy one, I promise ... yes, easy. Which side of the bed do you sleep?" He listened for a moment, a grin spreading over his face, then laughed. "Oh, you're not planning on sleeping. Should I be worried? ... that's good, I can manage well-rested ... yes, she's here. I'll put her on." He turned. "Fran wants to speak to you."

Sue took the receiver. "Get that wine, son. Fran, hi."

"Hi, Sue. I take it that I can expect sexual advances from your son this coming weekend?"

Sue laughed. "Yeah, and you know it, too, after that call. Not planning on sleeping, huh?"

There was a giggle on the line. "Nope, I'm not. Of course, with a bit of luck I'll pass out from exhaustion."

"What about me? Do I plan on sleeping?"

"Not if my son has anything to do with it, girlfriend. He is hot for you!" There was a murmur on the line, then Fran spoke again. "Sue, Todd would like a word."

"Put him on."

A pause. "Aunt Sue?"

"Hi, Todd, honey."

"Mom says this weekend was your idea. That right?"

"Not totally. I think the location was your mom's. Going away for a few days, somewhere that no-one knows us, that was my idea, yes, but I would have been happy with a little hideaway, somewhere out of the way. I have to say, since your mom suggested it, I'm sort of getting to like the idea of being naked in public." Sue laughed, almost a giggle. "Or trying to be, anyway. I guess I'm a closet exhibitionist or something."

"Well, I don't know about that, but you've been my dream woman for ages, and just the thought of seeing you naked, let alone touching you, is making me very excited. Very, very excited."

"Todd, honey, I'm wet just thinking about it." Sue glanced over her shoulder. "Put your mom back on, please, Todd?"

"Sure thing, Aunt Sue. Friday can't come soon enough. Here's Mom."

"Hi, Sue. What's up?"

Sue giggled. "Joe's dick, thinking about you, probably."

"No more than Todd's."

"Joe is hot to trot, girl. The boys are going to that football match tomorrow afternoon. The forecast is good again, so can I come over for a swim? I thought we might try tanning those bits that don't normally catch the sun, get them a little prepared for Friday. Sound good?"

"Sure does, Sue. Come over straight after lunch? Say, one?"

"One it is, Fran. See ya."

Next afternoon, beside the pool, the two women stretched out naked, sunblock well rubbed in. The day was warm, even hot, and they were relaxed with each other, even though they'd never been naked together in the past.

"So Joe was keen, was he?" said Fran.

Sue chuckled. "You answered the phone to him, so you tell me."

"In that case, I have to say, 'yes'."

"Yes is right, Fran. I asked him if he was okay with it, and if I remember right, he said something like, 'you offer me Aunt Fran, gift-wrapped, and ask me if I'm okay? Of course I'm okay with it'. So I think you can relax, girl." Sue grinned at the pleased expression on her friend's face.

"Pretty much what Todd said, too. I think we might enjoy this weekend."

"Think? I'm certain!"

"Any thoughts?" said Fran.

"About what?"

"The how? The what? Any thoughts on how to go about this?"

Sue paused before she answered. "Yes, I do. We spend the afternoon, after we get there, naked, on the beach or wherever. It is a nude beach, and it is summer, after all. Then we go off the Cape for a meal, somewhere we have to wear clothes, but we let the boys see us dressing. Neither of us has a particularly big bust, we can get away with going bra-less, so we let them see we leave off our underwear, that underneath our dresses or whatever, we're naked, naked and ready. If that doesn't have them ready to go when we get back to the cabin, nothing will! And when we're back we - do you like oral?"

Fran grinned. "Love it. Giving, and receiving."

"Great! Okay, when we're back, we blow them, swallow them whole. It won't take long, because they'll be so excited from knowing we've been sitting next to them without any bra or panties that they'll shoot on sight! When we've blown them, we teach them how to eat us. And when that's done, we fuck, but this time they'll last, because they've already come. Sound good?" Sue grinned across at her friend.

"Susan Ellis, you are a fucking genius!"

"Maybe. I doubt it, else how come I married such a complete loser? I don't mean financially, the divorce settlement was great, I mean in the intra-species bit, between man and woman? Or should that be inter-species? Are men and women different species?"

"Sweetheart, I have no idea. You're the college graduate, not me. But if I could answer that, I could probably tell you where I went wrong, too."

There was a long, comfortable silence before Sue spoke again. "Just curiosity, Fran, but did you ever make love to a woman?"

"You mean like in a lesbian relationship?"

"I wasn't thinking of anything that intense, just a girl-on-girl experiment, find out what it was like, sort of thing."

"Yes, in high school." Fran laughed. "Then I discovered hard dicks with warm men attached."

"Ah," said Sue, the best kind!"

"Definitely. Um, Sue, was there a purpose to your question, or just prurient curiosity?"

"A bit of both, I think. Whatever happens this weekend, and perhaps later, too, after we get back home, the boys go back to college in three weeks' time, and our beds are empty again."

"And?"

"I thought we might perhaps try a little girl-on-girl action, or perhaps middle-aged-divorcée on middle-aged-divorcée would be more apt. Keep our libidos ticking over until Christmas, when the boys are home again."

Fran laughed. "It might be fun." There was another comfortable pause before Fran spoke again. "Sue?"

"Mmm?"

"How old is middle-aged?"

Sue giggled. "Much older than we are, girlfriend, much older. You're what, thirty-nine? and I'm just turned forty. We're young!"

"And fit, and apparently desirable, too, or so our sons would have us believe."

"And when did they ever lie to us? At least about anything serious?"

"Never, as far as I know, but I can only speak for Todd, of course."

"Joe's the same, far as I know. I think we raised a couple of good ones."

"Me, too. We'll see just how good they are in other fields on Friday."

"Yes, indeed. Can't come too soon for me."

*

And eventually, Friday arrived. They'd agreed they'd all travel together in Fran's SUV, and Fran and Todd arrived to collect Sue and Joe just after nine.

"Ready?" said Fran, as she and Todd came in.

"Yep. All packed, with the singular exception of anything to wear on the beach except sunblock," said Sue, laughing. Joe just grinned at Todd, and flushed a little when he caught Fran's eye, but she just winked and blew him a kiss.

"It's about a three hour drive, so I thought we'd look for a diner, maybe just before noon, then we don't need to waste time eating once we get there," said Fran. "Okay with you guys?"

"Sounds like a plan, girlfriend," said Sue. "Let's go!" Five minutes later they were on the road, Todd in the back seat beside Sue, Joe in the front with Fran. Both women were conscious of the fact that they'd be in bed with the young man sitting next to them later that day, but it just added a zing to thoughts of the weekend they were all planning to enjoy, and an extra dampness to the pussy area.

They found a roadside diner just after midday, and got themselves some food, and shortly after one-thirty were at the Cape. The admissions office was staffed by a woman of middle years, in halter top and shorts, who quickly confirmed their reservation.

"Once you're through the gate," she said, "turn right, and follow the road behind the pines. Watch out for the numbers. You'll see a little access road for each cabin, and there's parking to the rear of the cabin. You're in number seven, and you have your own path to the beach. It's only short, about twenty yards, and you're on the beach just seconds from the cabin."

"Sounds great," said Fran. "Did our drinks order go through?"

"Yes, indeed. You'll find the water and sodas in the refrigerator, ready for you. The air-conditioner was turned on an hour ago, so everything is ready for you. Here's your key, and enjoy your weekend."

"We were planning to go into town for a meal, later, so two quick questions," said Fran. "One, is someone on duty if we come back late? And two, can you recommend somewhere to eat?"

"Take your cabin key with you. If the gate is locked when you come back, your key opens the control box. You can see it on the pole there, bright blue? Open the box, press the button. The gate will open. Drive through, and the gate will close automatically. That's if you come back after nine. There's someone here until then. As for your second question, do you like Italian food?"

"Yes, we all do."

"Toni's Tavern, then. Good food, reasonably priced." The woman grinned. "Toni's my cousin, but the food is good, I promise." She rummaged in a drawer, then passed over a leaflet. "Directions!"

"Great!" said Fran. "Right, that's everything."

"Enjoy your weekend. Might see you on the beach tomorrow, I'm due three days off."

"Maybe we will. Bye for now."

There was tension in the air as Fran drove along the access road. Joe spotted the sign.

"There," he said. "Number seven." Fran turned in and ten seconds later they were there. A two bedroom cabin, as promised. A tiny kitchen, dining space for six, living area with two couches facing each other over a coffee table, TV. And two bedrooms. Each with bath, each with two beds, as promised, and which they'd booked as cover, the reservation being in their own names, but the rooms were big, and in each room one of the beds was a double.

"Which one do you want?" said Sue, head cocked. 

Her son pointed. "That one. Okay, Fran?"

"Okay, sweetie."

"Guess we're in here, Sue," said Todd. Hmm, when did the 'aunt' get dropped.

"Guess so, honey. Plans, anyone?"

"Test our collective nerve out on the beach, I guess," said Fran, with a shrug. "Which means that we need to take our clothes off. Suddenly, I'm nervous."

Todd laughed, glancing at Sue. "I'm petrified." She grinned, taking his hand and leading him into their bedroom.

"Okay," said Sue, "we'll just pile our clothes on the single bed for the moment." She grinned. "We need the other one for other things, later, for us." 

Holding Todd's eyes, she began to unbutton her blouse. A slow grin spread across his face and he loosened the waist band of his shorts, sliding them down just as Sue discarded her blouse. Her own shorts quickly followed, along with his t-shirt, leaving Todd in boxers, Sue in brief bra and panties, and moments later, the two of them were naked. There was a long silence as they studied each other, each of them with a touch of red in their face, a hint of lust in their eyes. Todd was the first to speak.


Sons & Lovers #01



Chapter 1: The Anniversary

Copyright 1995

It was the fifth anniversary of my Dad's death and my Mother was feeling down. Although she was only 41 and has a knock-out, drop dead gorgeous body, she hadn't developed much of a personal life for herself. I decided to take her out to dinner and a movie to help get her mind off of things.

Dinner was wonderful and we had a great time. We laughed and talked. We drank some wine and even danced some. Mom hadn't mentioned Dad once the whole evening. I knew that this had been right thing to do for her. When it came time to decide what movie to go to, Mom said that she would just prefer to get a video and watch it at home where we could relax, and talk and drink some more wine. So we rented a romantic movie that she had been wanting to see, and a bottle of wine and then headed home.

When we got home, we kicked off our shoes and got comfortable on the sofa in front of the TV. We turned off the lights and Mom nestled into my shoulder with my arm around her as we settled in. We had brought the wine bottle out and had managed to finish it off pretty quickly. After the first hour of the movie we seemed to have lost track of the whole world, at least I know that I wasn't really paying attention well.

As the movie's romance developed I could feel Mom's warm breath on my chest and her hand resting on my knee. I absent-mindedly stroked my hand up and down her arm. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand lightly stroked her breast. I caught myself when I heard her quickly draw in a breath in response to my touch. I was about to take my arm from around her and apologize when she shifted her body to give me better access. My hand rested fully on her breast. I wrapped my hand around her tit and squeezed as I pressed into it.

"Mmmmm... That feels good John."

I slid my hand over and unbuttoned her blouse so that I could move my hand inside it. I slipped my fingers into her bra and caressed her bare tit. I could feel her nipple harden under my palm. Mom's bra opened in the front and I unsnapped it to free her straining tits from their confinement. I kneaded her firm, full tits with an urgency that could only come from a forbidden passion.

Mom lay back across my legs to look up at me. She pulled my head down to meet hers and pressed her soft, full lips into mine. Her lips parted to let my tongue probe her mouth. In return, she sucked on my tongue like her mouth was a vacuum. My cock stiffened as we kissed passionately. I knew she could feel it press into her back. While one of her hands caressed my neck and kept my face pulled into hers, I let my hand slide down and creep into her skirt. I eased my hand into her panties and the soaking wet hair of her pussy. One of my fingers snaked through her jungle and into her cunt like it had a mind of its own. Mom gyrated her hips under my hand as I finger-fucked her.

When Mom broke off our kiss, she looked up at me to stare deep into my eyes. Without looking away, she pulled my hand out of her pants and brought it up to her mouth. She took my fingers into her mouth one at a time and I could feel her sucking and licking her pussy juices off of each of them in their turn. After she had finished with my fingers, she moved my palm over her mouth and licked it clean as well. If you don't know how arousing it is to have your fingers sucked and your palm licked, I recommend you to experience it for yourself.

Without speaking a word, Mom got up off of the couch. She stood before me with her blouse open and her tits quivering in their freedom with each deep, ragged breath she took. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Only the moon shining through her window gave us light as she closed the door behind us to seal us in there together. As we stood before her bed, Mom kissed me like a lover while she opened my shirt. Her fingers ran through the hair on my chest. She slid her hands around to my back and pulled me towards her so that her tits pressed into my chest. Her leg slid its way up along my leg and wrapped around the back of my leg. Her hands moved down to grab a double handful of my ass and she crushed her body into mine as her hips danced her pussy over my crotch. Our tongues dueled within our mouths and our two bodies breathed as one.

Mom broke off our kiss to bend forward and run her nails across my chest as she sucked and licked my nipples. She worked her way down my body to explore my navel with her tongue. Mom reached her hands down between us to undo my pants. She sat me on the edge of her bed and bent down to remove my shoes and socks. She sucked on my toes and licked between them. After she had finished with my feet, she reached up and eased my pants and underwear off of me.

Once I was naked and had moved back to lie fully on her bed, Mom stood before me and began to slowly remove her own clothes. In the pale light of the moon she looked like an angel preparing to give herself to me. When she had nothing on but her garter belt and stockings, Mom crawled onto her bed with me. She wrapped her hand around my cock and jacked it up and down several times as she locked her eyes into mine. When she had my dick hard, she bent down to it and enveloped it with her lips.

Most blow-jobs I've had were just the girl basically jacking me off into her mouth. Mom showed me what a real blow-job was. While she used her hands to lightly scratch through my chest or to grab my ass and probe my asshole with her finger, she used only her mouth on my dick. She licked and sucked my cock like a lollipop. While holding my cock in her mouth with her lips she licked the pre-cum out of its tip with her tongue. She swallowed my dick down to the base until I could feel it in her throat and pulled back to its tip with her teeth lightly raking against my shaft. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and then grabbed it using only her lips and her tongue to put it back into her mouth. Mom did things to my dick with her mouth, her lips, her teeth, her tongue and her breath I had never dreamed were possible. All I could do was entwine my fingers in her hair and hold on for the ride.

I felt Mom twisting around and suddenly her pussy was directly over my face. I pulled her cunt to my mouth and we sixty-nined each other for what seemed like a year. I stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as it could reach. I sucked her love button between my lips and licked across it with my tongue. Mom responded by grinding her pussy hard into my mouth. Soon she was cumming and I could taste a new wave of her juices as they flowed over my tongue and flooded my mouth. As she came, Mom let my dick slid out of her mouth and sat up on my face as she continued to grind her cunt into my face.

"OH, JOHN... LICK ME... FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE... GOD! THAT FEELS SO GOOD..."

When she was finished cumming, she climbed off of me and lay beside me on her bed.

"I can't wait anymore, John. I've got to have your cock in my pussy. I need you to fuck me so badly. Please, fuck me now. Fuck your Mother."

I didn't need another invitation. I quickly positioned myself above her and she grabbed my cock to place it into between her pussy lips. I slowly pushed my hips forward to sink the whole length of my cock deep in my Mother's cunt. She let out a cry of ecstasy I was sure the neighbors could hear. Holding myself up on my hands, I fucked my rock hard dick in and out of Mom. I would pull back unto only the tip remained inside of her and then begin a long, painfully slow down stroke that let her feel my shaft run along every inch of her pussy wall. I used everything I had ever learned about fucking, little though that was, to try to give Mom the best fucking of her life. I could tell by her moans and the way she was moving her hips around and meeting my every down stroke with her own upstroke that she was enjoying it.

"OH GOD... OH, YES.. FUCK ME, JOHN... GOD, YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD... OH MY GOD, LOVER... YES, YES, MORE... DEEPER, BABY, DEEPER... GOD, YES... FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEE..."

After a while, Mom wrapped her legs around me to pull me deeper inside of her. Her own movements were getting faster and wilder and I knew that she was ready for me to fuck her faster as well. I may not have had the sexual experience or skill that my Mother had, but I did have youth and the energy that comes with it. I pounded my cock into Mom's pussy like a jackhammer breaking a sidewalk apart. Mom was raking my back with her fingernails and biting into my shoulder to keep from crying out. Her tits were bouncing up and down like basketballs. We were both reaching climax and I determined to make her cum with me. There was no way I was going to deny my Mother this orgasm.

"Cum with me, Mom... I can feel you tightening up... you're ready, aren't you..."

"GOD YES, JOHN... FUCK ME... FUUUCK MEEEE... HARDER, LOVER, HARD-HARD-HARDER... YES... FUCK MOMMY... OH GOD, YES... DON'T STOP... I'M... OH GOD... I'VE NEVER... I'M... CUMMING, CUMMING... OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD... FUCK ME, LOVER... YESSSS, YESSSS... I..."

Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer. Mom's legs pulled me hard against her as I shoved my cock into her pussy as far as I could. I held it in there as I felt my cum shoot into her time and again as it flooded her cunt. She squeezed my dick with her pussy to drain every last drop of cum out of me. Our juices mingled and seeped out to soak our pubic areas. I could feel our hairs as they became matted and tangled.

When Mom and I had both finished cumming, I collapsed on top of her as my arms refused to support my weight any longer. My cock was already shrinking but she kept her legs wrapped around me to hold me inside of her longer. She pulled my mouth to hers. We kissed for as long as we could before we were forced to separate so that our exhausted bodies could suck in the air they so desperately needed.

I rolled off of Mom and lay beside her with my arm around her. She huddled in close and rested her head on my chest. Her fingers softly stroked my chest and she would occasionally bend her head over to kiss my chest or my neck, or to lick the sweat off of me. For what seemed like the longest time, the only sounds to be heard in that room were us breathing. Mom was the one who eventually broke the silence.

"God... I'd forgotten how good a no-holds-barred fuck feels."

"Mom, Why haven't you seen anyone since Dad died?"

"I loved him. At first I thought I would be dishonoring his memory to try to find someone else. After that, it just became easy to tell myself I didn't need or even want anyone else."

"Are you sorry about what we did?"

"No! Heavens no. You were wonderful. You're a great lover. I needed this. I used to enjoy sex so much. I just needed a good fuck to remind me how much I need to open myself up again... figuratively and literally."

We both laughed and then slowly fell asleep in each other's arms. I was awakened a few hours later because of this wonderful dream I was having. As it turns out, it wasn't a dream. Mom had my dick in her mouth and was giving me another of her incredible blow-jobs.

"I thought you might be ready for another go-round? I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? Of course not, Mom. I'm here anytime you want me."

"I'm ready for you to fuck me again. I want to do all of the things I haven't done in so long. Do you want to be your Mother's new lover. Are you "up" to it?"

I didn't say anything, I just kissed her... and then I fucked her again.

The next day, she called in sick from work and I skipped my classes. We spent it and the week-end that followed making love in every imaginable way and in every imaginable place. We fucked on the stairs; we fucked on the kitchen counter; we fucked on the dining room table; we spread chocolate sauce and whipped cream over each other, licked it off and fucked; then we fucked in the shower. I fucked her standing up; I fucked her sitting down; I fucked her lying on my back (my favorite) and I fucked her doggie style (her favorite). I fucked her between her tits, I fucked her in the ass and I fucked her with a dildo. I lost track of how many times and how many ways we fucked each other. It was just unbelievable.

Over the next several months we continued to explore the many possible ways and places to have sex. She blew me while I was driving; she blew me in a crowed movie theatre and she blew me from under a restaurant table. I've returned those favors for her pleasure. We fucked in the rain; we fucked on a mountain; we fucked in a field after a picnic; we fucked under the stars while camping; we fucked on a sailboat; we fucked on a beach and we fucked while swimming. We fucked on her office desk while she was working and we fucked in my car between my classes. We fucked in a moving elevator; we fucked on a swing; we fucked in a hot tub; we fucked in an alley, and we even fucked in an airplane bathroom. One night I brought another guy over so we could fuck her together, and she once brought another girl over so they could both fuck me. There are still so many possibilities left to try. I can't imagine a better teacher or lover than my Mother. She's taught me more about sex than I could have ever hoped to know or learn on my own.

Lately, Mom has been seeing a few guys regularly and has fucked several of them. I've been dating, as well (the word has gotten around about my new skill in bed and I have since become very popular with the ladies at my college... Thanks, Mom). We tell each other everything that we do with someone else. But, sometimes, one of us will be in a special mood and then...

She says I'm still her favorite and I let her know that she's still the best.



Sons & Lovers #02



Sons & Lovers #2: Horizontal Dancer

I had my first son when I was just fifteen years old. My second was born a year later. My husband left when I was only twenty-five and I had to finish raising my sons by myself. When my oldest son, Mark, was seventeen he moved overseas to work on an off-shore oil rig in Europe. He writes regularly, but he hasn't been back home since he left four years ago. My youngest son, Jim, graduated from high school two years later and went off to college in New York. We can only afford for him to come home once a year. At age thirty-four, this left me alone at home for the first time in my life.

Although I never had much of a social life before my boys left, I've always taken good care of my body. I am very proud of my figure. My tits are still firm, my ass and my legs are tight and there isn't much fat on me. With my body, my smooth complexion and my long flowing hair I'm often told that I don't look any older than my mid-twenties. I decided that I wanted some real excitement in my life. I didn't have any trouble at all getting a job as an exotic dancer. I enjoy the attention I get and I make pretty good money doing it. I've had some one-night stands, and even a few lovers since then, but no one steady. All in all, I'm quite happy with my life, although no one in my family knew what I was now doing for a living.

Last winter, Jim was coming home for his annual Christmas visit, but he was going to come down with a friend of his from college and spend a few days with him before he came to the house. I didn't worry too much about it since it would mean I could get a few more days of work in before I took my "vacation" while he would be here. I was looking forward to the additional work because I make great tips this time of the year. Extra money always comes in handy at Christmas time.

One night I was out on the runway to begin my show when I noticed a small group of attractive young men at a table at the end of the runway. Figuring they might be good for some large tips I decided to give them some special attention. With my hair flying around covering my face and most of the customers' attention being focused on my body I can dance for quite a while without some people ever figuring out who I am. As I thought about them, the group of young men was enjoying my show, and they were being quite generous with their spending money.

One of the young men in particular had caught my eye because of his resemblance to my late-husband. I wanted to catch his attention because he looked like someone I might like to go home with. His friends caught on that I was paying special attention to him and they were encouraging him to do likewise. I was dancing with my ass very close to his face and he had a five-dollar bill he was sticking into my panties when our eyes met. We finally recognized each other at the same moment. My youngest boy had grown into a very attractive and very grown up young man since I had last seen him a year ago. I thought I would die when I saw the look of shock in Jim's eyes.

I finished my act very quickly and rushed back to my dressing room to hide. I didn't know how I would ever be able to face Jim again. I didn't know if he would even come home now. I was sure that he had at least left the club. Fifteen minutes later the manager came back to tell me that I had been specifically asked for to give someone a $50.00 couch dance, a full nude dance with the closest allowable contact between the dancer and the customer. Hoping it would get my mind off of my problem, I accepted and headed into the special room reserved for those dances.

When I got into the room, Jim and his friends were sitting at the table next to the couch. Jim didn't know that his friends had decided to "help him out" with the dancer who had been giving him so much attention. Without knowing who I was, they had pitched in to pay for me to give my own son a nude couch dance. Jim turned when I entered and as his friends cheered him we looked deep into each other's eyes. I was ready to run away again when Jim got up and walked over to the couch. He gave me a smile as he lay down and stretched himself out. I realized then that he wasn't going to tell anyone who I was.

I don't know why, but I felt a strong desire for him at that moment, a desire I know a mother should never feel for her son. I wanted to dance for him more than anything else in the world. As the music started I began to dance my way towards him. Everything I had learned about stripping, about rousing lust and desire in men, found a place in my performance. It seemed like the whole world disappeared. I didn't notice or think about anyone or anything but Jim. He was mine and I was going to get him.

As I swayed and moved to the music I could see the effect I was having on my son. He seemed mesmerized by each movement and each piece of clothing I removed. By the time I was down to only a bra and panties I was standing directly over Jim on the couch. I could see his growing erection straining against hi spants as I removed my bra and rubbed his face ever so lightly with my tits. I squatted down to grind my pussy against his erection. I felt it as it jerked and twitched trying to break free. I was so wet with desire that I left a large stain of my juices on the front of his pants. I leaned over gave him the lightest of kisses brushing my tongue against his lips before he could kiss me back.

As the music built to a crescendo I removed my panties and stood over mys on completely naked. I straddled his face and waved my cunt around directly in front of him. I could see him as he inhaled to take a deep breath of the musky sexual aroma coming from within my bush. This time he caught me by surprise when he managed to lick his tongue through the full length of my pussy. Although it is strictly forbidden for a customer to touch a dancer at all except to give them tips, he managed to lick me without anyone seeing him. I came on the spot as I looked down and saw him lick my glistening juice off of his lips and take it into his mouth.

When the music ended, I had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been a second or a year. As I came out of my trance I could hear Jim's friends cheering for him. Knowing that I had to leave, I bent forward and gave Jim a deep passionate kiss. My tongue forced its way through his lips to briefly explore his mouth. I could taste the faint trace of myself on his lips and his tongue. As we kissed, I felt Jim stick a $100.00 bill into my garter. I broke off the kiss and hurriedly went to the door, only briefly glancing back to look at Jim. We smiled at each other and then I left the room.

After getting back to the dressing room I quickly gathered my things together and told the manager I needed to leave. It took me less than thirty minutes to make it home. I ran in, took a shower, got dressed, fixed myself a drink and waited.

About an hour later, there was a knocking at my door and I went to open it. I stood before my son wearing my best black lace teddy with sheer stockings and a silk robe. Jim came in and shut the door as we met in a lover's embrace. Our tongues wrestled with each other like mating snakes. Jim didn't waste any time. He easily scooped me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom to lay me on my bed.

I couldn't tear my eyes from Jim as he stood before me and undressed. When he joined me in my bed I had him lay back as we kissed again. I then kissed my way down his body, reveling in his smell, the taste of his flesh and the feel of his muscles. I reached down and took his dick in my hands and slowly jacked it back and forth as I approached it. He had a magnificent tool between his legs.

I couldn't resist the lure of his cock any longer. I knelt before it like a worshiper before some heathen idol. I took my son's manhood in my mouth to give him the best blow-job of my life. I could taste the pre-cum that had seeped out of his dick and coated it while I had danced for him. I alternated between licking up and down his cock and then wrapping my lips around it and swallowing it all the way to its base. With my nose buried in his pubic hair, his cock reached down in my throat farther than I thought I could take it, but I wasn't going to deny my son and his dick any pleasure. I used my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my throat, my entire mouth to please my son. Jim put his hands on my head and entwined his fingers through my hair as he fucked me in my mouth. His groans of pleasure were music to my ears.

"Oh, Mom... that feels great... suck my dick, Mom... please, suck me..."

Soon I could feel Jim's cock prepare to shoot its load. When he came in my mouth he filled it with the sweetest cum I had ever tasted. There was so much of it that I couldn't keep in all in. Rivulets of my son's cream ran out of the corners of my mouth and down over his dick. Before I swallowed what I had in my mouth, I took my mouth from around his cock and looked up at Jim. As he watched me, I opened my mouth to show him how full it was with his cum. I swallowed his load and licked its remnants off of my lips. I dipped my finger into the sperm around his dick and coated it. I brought my finger up to my mouth and licked the cum off of it as a kid would eat frosting out of bowl.

When I had finished, Jim sat up and placed his hands on my shoulders to urge me to lie back on the bed. Now it was his turn. First he kissed me deeply as his hand moved to cup my tit. As it closed around my breast I gasped into his mouth and arched my back to force it harder into his palm. Jim then eased my teddy off of my shoulders to fully expose my tits. As he was feeling one of my tits, he bent down to take the nipple of my other tit into his mouth and tease it with his tongue. I felt it grow rock hard as he pulled at it gently with his teeth and then sucked my whole nipple into his mouth.

While Jim sucked my tits, he let one of his hands roam down to my pussy. He unsnapped the crotch of my teddy and slipped his hand in to cover my whole mound. He worked a finger through the soaking wet hair of my pussy and snaked it into my steaming pussy and began to finger fuck me while his thumb found my clit and toyed with it. Jim seemed to be able to find all of the most sensitive places inside my pussy. I couldn't control my hips as they moved around with his hand.

Jim shifted to give himself access to my pussy and bent his head down so he could stick his face into my crotch. I felt his tongue as it explored the forbidden jungle of my bush. He licked along my pussy lips and then found my clit. Taking it between his lips, he sucked and teased it as he done with my nipples. I couldn't hold back the wave of orgasms that surged through my body. I grabbed my son's hair and pulled his face deep into my crotch. He licked me and fucked his tongue in and out of my cunt. I couldn't take it any longer. Fingers and tongues weren't what I needed. What I needed was a dick shoved between my legs. I needed my son's raging hard cock pounding in my pussy.

I pulled Jim back to the top of the bed and pushed him onto his back. I straddled his hips and pressed his dick down on his belly with my pussy lips. As I rocked back and forth to coat his dick with my cunt juices I looked down to seethe raw lust in Jim's eyes.

"Are you ready to give mommy what she wants, baby? Are you ready to fuck your mother?"

Jim didn't answer me. He just pulled my face down to his and kissed me deeply. As he pulled me forward off of his dick, I felt it jerking up and down until it found my cunt. Reaching between my legs I grabbed hold of his cock and placed the tip of it in my pussy lips. I eased back to slowly sink the full glorious length of my son's dick into my cunt. I had never felt a cock fill me up as fully as my son's did.

I had never before felt as filled up by a dick as I did then. I bounced up and down on my son's cock like I was like a teenager after prom. Jim and I quickly developed a perfect fucking rhythm. As I would rise up on his cock he would drop his hips down until only the head of his dick was inside me, then, as I would drop back down he thrust his hips up to jam his dick all the way inside of me. It didn't take long before I was cumming like never before. Pretty soon Jim was ready to cum as well. I rode Jim's dick as fast as I could and was rewarded with another hot load of his spunk shooting up inside of me.

Since then, Jim has moved back home to go to the local college. We have tried lots of ways to work what I do for a living into wild fantasies for our sex life. He's been to my club as a paying customer wanting more couch dances. He's "picked me up" on street corners where the hookers hang out and bought me so he could "make" me do all kinds of kinky things. He's brought friends of his over to the club and watched us as I've danced for them (he never tells anyone who I am). Sometimes he brings some of his friends over to "her house" and double (and even triple) fucked me. I've also brought other girls from the club home and we've fucked him together.

The only thing missing is my other son, but he's coming home to visit in a few months. I'm hoping that I can "convince" him to move back home. I'd love to have both of my boys living at home again because, as they say: "Two heads are better than one!"



Sons & Lovers #03



Chapter 3: Kitchen Work

One afternoon I was standing in my kitchen doing some housework. I didn't think anyone was home so I was only wearing my house robe and panties. Feeling my house-robe brushing against my bare tits had aroused me and my mind drifted off. I closed my eyes as I slipped a hand into my panties and started to finger-fuck myself. I knew that I was making noises, but since I thought I was alone, I didn't care. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear someone as they walked into the kitchen behind me.

I felt a pair of hands as they were placed on my hips. I let them pull my ass back until it was pressed against the naked cock that was grinding into it. The hands crept up to the front of my robe. They untied its cord and let it drop loose to expose my whole front. The hands went inside of my robe to caress my tits. I felt a familiar and pleasing wetness creep into my pussy and my knees buckled slightly. Groaning in ecstasy, I wanted to turn around when the hands came up to take my face between them and urge me to remain looking forward. Not a word was spoken by whoever was behind me.

I felt a thrill shoot through me as I realized that whoever was behind me wanted to remain anonymous. It could be my husband, my next door neighbor, the meter man, a complete stranger... anyone. At that point I didn't care who it was. I wanted to follow this fantasy where ever it might lead me.

My mystery lover bent forward to kiss my neck. As one hand caressed my tits, the other hand roamed over my chest, down my stomach and into my soaking panties. I ground my ass hard into the cock behind me as a long finger began to probe the inside of my pussy.

"Mmmmmm... oh, yes... oh, that feels so good, lover... mmmmm, don't stop... more..."

The finger was taken out of my pussy. The hand was brought up to my mouth and the finger caressed my lips, spreading my juices over my lips. I licked my lips and the finger, tasting my own juices. I sucked the finger into my mouth and sucked all of my love oil off of it. I was going mad with desire by now. The stranger knew I was ready for him.

The hands began to remove my panties. I lifted my legs to make their removal easier. As they dropped to the kitchen floor, the back of my robe was lifted up and draped over my ass. I knew that I was about to get fucked and I knew that I wanted to get fucked. I gripped the counter before me to steady myself and I bent forward to shove my ass back farther.

I felt the tip of the cock behind me being run up and down my pussy slit. It tormented me to feel it there without it going into me. With each pass of the dick rubbing along my cunt I could feel it getting slicker with my pussy juice. Just when I thought I was going to go crazy, the hands moved up to rest on my shoulders. Pulling me back by the shoulders, the stranger finally shoved his dick into my steaming pussy. As the cock plunged in and out of my cunt, a part of my brain knew that I had never felt this dick inside of me before and that the stranger's fucking technique was new to me. It wasn't my husband or anyone else I had fucked before. That realization made me go crazy as I knew that somehow, someone who shouldn't be fucking me was fucking me, and they were fucking me right in my own kitchen.

I groaned loudly as I felt the strange cock slide inside of me. I didn't care about anything in the world at that point except getting fucked. The stranger pounded his dick in me so hard that I was sometimes lifted off of the floor by his thrusting. He slid his hands down and mauled my tits as he fucked me. I came harder than I ever had before. I was getting the most glorious fuck of my life, and I didn't even know who was fucking me. I didn't even care. His hands came up and grabbed my hair. He pulled my head back by my hair like they were a horse's reins.

"Oh god, lover, ride me... yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me... harder, deeper... yes, more... fuck me...!"

I could hear his breathing become ragged. His fucking became faster and more frenzied. I knew that he was about to come. I thrust my hips back to impale myself on his cock. He shoved forward until his was fully inside of me and filled me with his cum and I used my cunt muscles to milk his cock of its precious load.

Finally, he fell on to my back as his cum began to run down my legs. For a few moments we both recovered from our fuck-fest. Then he pulled his cock out of me and moved away. By the time I had regained enough energy to turn around, he was gone. I walked over to the door into the living room where I saw a sock and a pair of underwear that had fallen on the floor. I recognized them immediately.

Picking them up I headed upstairs and went to my 18 year-old son's door. His light was shining under it. I opened his door and stood in it naked with my house robe open. He was under his covers pretending he was asleep. I stood there for a few moments and he opened his eyes to see if I had left. When he saw me watching him, he knew he was caught. I walked into his room and dropped his clothes at the foot of his bed.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I..."

With out saying anything, I walked over and pulled his covers back. He was lying on his bed before me completely naked. I could see his thick cock was still slick with my juices. I sat on the edge of his bed. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste my own juices as I swallowed his dick to the base, He groaned loudly as his dick grew in my mouth. I looked up at my son. His eyes were wide with shock and excitement.

"Your cock has an interesting flavor on it, son. Do you want to tell your mother what it is?" I said as I licked it up and down like a lollipop.

"Oh god, Mom. Suck me."

I couldn't believe I was really sucking my own son's dick. Nor could I believe how hard it was getting so soon after he had already cum. I sucked on his cock like I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't remember the last time I had been fucked twice in a row. Finally I knew that I had to have him inside of me again. I bent down on my hands and knees with my pussy facing my son. I looked back at him over my shoulder so he could see the lust in my eyes.

"I need you to fuck me again, baby. I want you to take me from behind again. Are you ready for me?"

My son got up on his knees and pressed his wonderful cock against my pussy lips as he prepared to mount me again.

"Oh yeah, Mom. I really want you. I've wanted to do this to you for a long time."

"Good, lover, then do it to me for a long time."

I eased myself back onto my son's cock. It felt like I was being impaled. I had never felt as filled up as I did then. Placing his hands on my hips he began to pound his cock in me. I bounced back and forth on his dick like a fuck-crazed teen-ager. I was probably moaning loud enough for the neighbor's to hear, but I didn't care. My son reached around and grabbed a double handful of my tits and mashed them into my chest.

"Oh god, Mom, I'm fucking you, I'm really fucking you."

"Yes, baby, you're really fucking me, and you're fucking me so good."

My son placed his hands on my ass and dug into it as his jack-hammer cock kept pounding into me over and over.

"You've got a great body, Mom, and I just love your ass."

"Oh, and my ass loves you, baby. Fuck me, son, fuck mommy harder."

I was so lost in my forbidden ecstasy and almost continual orgasms, that I didn't realize that my son was holding my ass-cheeks open. Before I knew it, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and placed its thick head right over my ass-hole.

"I want to fuck you in the ass, Mom."

"No, baby, please, I can't, I've never... and you're too big."

But he wasn't listening to me. He was as lost in his lust as I was in mine. He started shoving his cock up my ass. I thought I would split open. My arms gave out and I fell on my face against his mattress. I was out of my mind but he kept forcing it in. Suddenly he gave one big thrust and then his whole cock was inside of me again, but in a place where I had never had a cock before. I could feel my own juices as they lubricated his dick deep in my ass.

"You're so tight, Mom. God, it feels great."

My son began to pull his cock back out and the feeling was like heaven as stretched muscle was allowed to relax again. Then he started thrusting back inside of me as he worked up his fuck motion. I could hardly even catch my breath between his powerful thrust. I just kept moaning. Then I found myself moaning longer and deeper. I realized that as my ass loosened up, any pain I felt was gone. Instead was a new feeling of pleasure I had never felt before. I started pushing my ass back against my son's thrusts to force his dick as deep inside my ass as it could go.

"Oh god, lover, that feels so good. Mommy never knew it would feel like this. Fuck me harder, baby, Fuck Mommy in the ass.

"Like this, Mom?"

"Oh yes, lover, like that, yes."

The feelings that were taking over my body and mind were unbelievable. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. Here I was on my hands and knees with my own son shoving his cock in my ass. Me reached around me to garb my tits as he fucked me, then he let one hand slid down to my cunt. I was on fire now and about to cum again. As soon as he started rubbing my clit my body jerked like I had been electrocuted and I came, moaning and yelling... not caring who might hear me.

"Geez, Mom, I love you."

"I love you too, baby. God fuck me, lover. Fuck your mother."

My son bent his body over my back as he continued to pound his cock in my ass. He leaned his head to my neck and breathed hard in my ear and bit my neck as he fucked me. He was just like a dog fucking a bitch in heat... and that is exactly what I was, his bitch in heat.

"Oh god, Mom. I'm going to cum again."

"Yes, baby. Cum in my ass. Please, baby. Oh god it feels so good. Cum on baby. Cum in mommy."

Suddenly my son thrust his hips forward as far and as hard as he could, driving his cock as far up my ass as he could. Then I felt his hot cum flooding into my bowels. His sweat was dripping on my back in streams and he collapsed on top of me only moving enough to spasmodically jerk his cock in my ass to force all of his sperm inside of me.

I dropped down on my son's bed with him laying on me and his now shrinking cock inside of me. I hadn't cum with him this time, but that was alright. He had given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed possible... and I was sure he would have other opportunities to show his mother what he could do and good he could make me feel.

"Oh god, baby. You were wonderful. I can't believe how you make feel."

"Geez, Mom, you are fantastic. Oh god, I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby. I love you too."

Then we both lapsed off into a light sleep as our bodies tried to recover from the tremendous drain of energy our lovemaking had caused. We woke up later and had a slow leisurely fuck. We then took a shower together to clean ourselves up and fuck one more time before his father returned home. Since then my son and I have become devoted lovers. No one else knows about us, but I don't think I would care if they did. All I care about is the pleasure we give each other. What more could I ask for in a lover? 



Sons & Lovers #04



Peggy was an incredible looking woman. Even at 40, she had a body that men stopped and looked at as she passed. She was 5' 8" tall with long auburn hair that fell down to her waist, hazel eyes that you could drown in and rich, full lips that men dreamed of kissing. However, it was what was underneath her clothes that deserved her so much attention. Her legs were tight and contoured from years of walking on high-heels, she was one of those women who actually knew how to walk correctly in heels, stepping with one foot in front of the other. She had practiced that walk and perfected it as a teenager because she knew how it made her full, "breeder's" hips sway and move. Her walk made men lust after her... and she enjoyed that feeling of power. Her waist curved in enough to give her an hour-glass figure and then expanded back out to create a perfect foundation for her 38D breasts. She was proud of her body and had a right to be.

She still liked to dress to excite men. Her breast had begun to droop ever so slightly and her hips were a little wider than they were 20 years ago, but her body still excited men... and she encouraged that excitement. She always wore skirts that fell half-way to her knees so that her legs could be seen and admired, and blouses that showed off the cleavage enhanced by the exciting bras she preferred. Yes, she wanted men to be interested in her body. It made up for the lack of interest her husband showed in her after 23 years of marriage

She loved her husband, she really did. That was why she had never had an affair, although she knew that she could have had almost any other man she wanted. However, she didn't want any other man. So she would dress to excite other men and then go home and live out her fantasies of being with them in her mind. But, in all the years she had fantasized about taking other men as her lovers, her fantasies NEVER included her 18 year-old son, John. As you can imagine, then, she was completely unprepared to find out that HE had fantasized about his mother for years.

That afternoon started out like any other. Peggy was going around the house gathering up items for the laundry. When she got to the downstairs bathroom, she heard the shower running and knew that John was in there. She didn't think about it at all as she entered to get his clothes hamper. She saw that his clothes were scattered all over the bathroom. How many times had she told him to put his clothes in the hamper? Some things never change.

"John, this place is a mess. I am NOT going to keep picking up your dirty clothes. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I promise I'll put them in the hamper from now on."

"Uh, huh. How many times have I heard that."

"Mom, can I ask you a favor?"

"Certainly, dear. What is it?"

"Can you wash my back for me? My shoulders are a little stiff from practice and I can't reach it."

"Can't you do anything for yourself?" she asked with a smile on her lips. "Oh, alright. Hand me the washcloth and turn around."

John stuck his hand out from the shower door holding the soapy washcloth out to her. She took it and opened the door.

"I appreciate this, Mom."

"That's alright, honey. It's not the first time I've washed you."

Peggy put the cloth on the back of his shoulder and began to wash his back. She had never before noticed how full his shoulders were, how strong his back was. She also couldn't help noticing her son's naked ass right in front of her, or watching the water run down from his back over it and down his legs. She had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be washing John's back and the washcloth barely moved on him.

John glanced over his shoulders and noticed where his mom was looking. He had long had thought about his mom in a sexual way and something inside of him told him that if he played his cards right, he might be able to make his fantasies come true. He took a deep breath and turned around to face his mother.

The washcloth was now on John's chest and Peggy, still looking down, was treated to the sight of her son's cock, still hardening and growing towards her. She was almost in a daze as she looked up into her son's eyes. As they stared at each other, John took his mother's hand with the washcloth and moved it down to his cock. Peggy seem completely lost as she washed her own son's cock and balls. Her hands were trembling and the cloth slipped out of her grasp. Now her bare hand took hold of John's cock and stroked it for him. Almost as if it had a mind of its own.

Peggy was amazed at how hard her son's cock was, it wasn't a boy's cock, it was a man's. Peggy looked up into her son's eyes. He smiled at her, a wicked smile that sent chills down her spine. John put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down ever so slightly.... but it was enough. Peggy slowly sunk to her knees in front of her son, his cock staring in her face as if it were a snake about to strike. One of John's hands moved to his mothers head and urged her forward. She couldn't believe what she was doing as her mouth opened and her son slid his cock right into it.

John's hands were on his mother's head as he fucked her in the mouth. Water was pouring down his body, down his arms and over her, soaking her hair and her clothes. She didn't care. All she cared about was making her son cum in her mouth, tasting him on her tongue, feeling his cum go down her throat.

"Oh God, mom... suck my dick. That feels great."

Peggy had never in her life even dreamed of doing anything so depraved as getting down on her knees and giving her own son a blow job. The perversity of it alone made her wetter than she had ever been before. Her hands moved up her son's leg until they reached his hips. She caressed his buttocks and roamed her hands over his body but then returned her hands back to his hips so she could really focus on making John cum in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes so that she could watch him as he watched his cock fucking in and out of his mother's mouth. She was rewarded when she saw his eyes sort of roll back in his head before he finally closed them altogether. His fucking motions were getting faster and faster and she knew she was about to taste him.

Finally, John could stand no more. Taking a firm hold of his mother's head, he pulled it towards him as he shoved his hips forward to force his cock into her mouth as deep as it would go and then he held her there like that as he filled her mouth with his seed. After his orgasm, he continued to hold Peggy like that as his cock continued to make sporadic jerks and micro-orgasms, each of which rewarded her with a little more cum to warm her throat. When he finished, John released her head and slumped back against the wall of the shower and looked down at his mother to see what she would do now.

Peggy, kneeled there at the door to the shower for a few moments as she also regarded her son. Then, looking him in the eyes, she blew a bubble with his cum. With a Mona Lisa smile, she licked her lips to get all of his cum back in her mouth and stood before John at the entrance to the shower. With the steam billowing out and her standing there in her soaking wet clothes, John was beginning to wonder if this was all a dream. But he didn't wake up.

Peggy had made up her mind about what she wanted. Kicking off her shoes, she stepped fully clothed into the shower with her son. Then she began to slowing remove her clothing as his eyes followed her every move. As she slowly stripped for him, she broke the silence of the last few minutes.

"You know, John, that was a very naughty thing to do to your mother. What made you do it?"

"Jeez, mom, I've wanted to do that as long as I can remember. Then when I saw how you were looking at me, I don't know... it just seemed like my chance."

"Really, you've wanted to do that for a long time? Have you fantasized about me?"

"Hell, yes. Every day. I usually, uh, well, I guess I can say it now, but I usually jack off thinking about you."

"Hmmm. What are you thinking about when you do jack off?"

"Uhh, well, uh, you know, mom."

"No, I don't. I want you to tell me."

"Well, I imagine that I am fucking you, okay?"

"Okay? Yes, that is okay. But do we just fuck in your fantasies? Or do we do more things than just that?"

"Wow. You really want to know?"

"Yes, John. I do, I want to know everything."

"I can't believe this. Well, yes... we do a lot more than just fuck. We do everything..."

John got an evil grin on his face and he looked his mother right in the eyes as he said this.

"We do some REALLY nasty stuff. After all, I've been thinking about this for several years now."

"Well, I guess we will just have to spend several years doing them all, now won't we?"

"God... do you really mean that, mom? Everything?"

"Yes, John. Everything. But right now, it is your turn..."

Standing before John completely naked, it was Peggy's turn to encourage her son to get down on his knees in front of her.

"... eat me."

John wasted no time. He may not have had a lot of sexual experience but he more than made up for it in enthusiasm and energy. Peggy leaned back against the wall of the shower and watched her son as he began to lick her pussy and fuck her with his tongue.

"Oh god, baby. Yes. Mmmm, that feels good. Eat your mother's pussy, you dirty boy."

Closing her eyes, Peggy enjoyed the sensation of the water and the heat and the forbiddeness of what was happening to her. Before she could cum, however, it stopped and she opened her eyes to see John standing up with his raging hard-on out in front of him like a burning red stick.

"I can't stand it anymore, Mom. I have to fuck you... NOW!"

"Well, if you HAVE to, I guess that there is nothing I can do about it."

Reaching out, she took her son by the shoulders and pulled him towards her. Their mouths met and their tongues began to battle in each other's mouth. John's hands reached up as if they had minds of their own and were filled with his mother's full tits. With her hand, she took her son's cock and placed it at the entrance to her cunt.

Peggy looked her son in the eyes and told him what she wanted. "Do it slowly, baby. I want to feel it all."

Obeying her instructions, John exerted only enough pressure as was needed to enter her and begin slowly sliding his cock inside of her. The act alone was enough to make Peggy cum immediately, but still John continued his journey until he was buried in his mother's cunt as far as he could go. Peggy's arms wrapped around her son's shoulders and she bit into his shoulder as her orgasm tore through her body. Her moans excited John more than anything he had ever imagined. He lifted her body up by her legs as he pushed her up against the wall of the shower and began to slowly fuck his cock into and out of his mother's cunt.

"Oh god, Mom... I can't believe it... I'm fucking you, I'm really fucking you."

"Yes, baby... you are fucking Mommy so good... lord, your cock is filling me up, lover."

Their mouths met again and they kissed furiously as John started to fuck his mother harder and faster. His need to cum inside of her was reaching a critical point and they both knew it.

"Mom, I'm going to cum... jesus... I'm going to shoot my cum up inside of you..."

Peggy held onto her son tightly as she pressed her mouth to his ear and moaned her desire to him.

"Oh god... yes, Johnny, cum in me.. cum in your mother's horny cunt... I need you to fill me with your cum so badly... please, cum in me, baby."

Hearing his mother talk so intimately to him as he fucked her, Tom could finally hold back no more. Pressing his mother against the wall of the shower, he forced his cock inside of her as far as he could and held himself like that as he shot his load of cum into the farthest reaches of her cunt. He held his head back and gave a silent roar as Peggy cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of having her own son's cum filling her up.

Finally mother and son were both finished with their orgasms. Peggy held onto John and kept him pulled into her while he slumped forward pressing her back against the wall as he dropped his head on her shoulder. Peggy's hand stroked her son's head as they each tried to catch their breaths after the experience of their mutal, incestuous sexual frenxy.

Peggy just moaned as her body relaxed and it began to sink in to her mind what she had just done.

"Oh, god, baby... you were so good... I can't believe we just did that, but you made mommy feel so wonderful."

"Mom... I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself... I wanted you so badly. Are you mad at me?"

"Jesus, no, lover... you were wonderful. I never imagined what it would be like to fuck you, but now that I have, I don't want to ever stop. I meant it. I want us to fulfill every one of your fantasies... together."

"Really, mom? Are you sure... some of them are pretty wild."

"Yes, baby... I mean it... the wilder the better. I have always wanted to just let myself go sexually, but never had the nerve. I guess, however, if I have fucked my own son, there is no reason to hold back any longer. Is there?"

"God, mom... I have dreamed about this, but never thought there was any way it could ever really happen. I love you so much."

"And I love you, baby. Now kiss your mother and let's get cleaned up before your father and sister get home... and think about what we are going to do next."

A smile took over John's face as he thought about what the future would hold for him before he leaned forward and kissed his mother as he would a lover, which she was now. Their tongues dueled in their mouths as the water poured over them and steam filled the room. Peggy could feel her son's cock harden again inside of her and she moaned into his mouth as he began to slide it in and out of her once again.

"Ohhhhh... yes, baby.... god, yes. Fuck me again, lover... fuck your mother hard."



Sons & Lovers #05



No one thought anything about it. Paula and her son Jason were traveling to see Paula's parents, which was a two-day trip. They had made it many times before and the routine was always the same. They always stopped in the same town to spend the night and usually stayed at the same hotel, time after time. They always got a single room with two double beds. They may have been of opposite sexes, but they were mother and son. It was all perfectly innocent and natural. No one, including Paula and Jason, thought this trip would be any different than the rest. Boy, were they wrong.

Paula and Jason had always had a very good relationship with each other. Paula had a great sense of fun and was very active athletically. She raised Jason to be the same way. They joked with and teased each other all the time. They jogged together; played tennis and racquetball together, swam together, and worked out together. They did everything together. Whenever anyone asked either of them who their best friend was, they always answered they same way, they were each other's best friend. It had been that way when Jason was a small child and it was that way now that he was 18 and she was 38. They were both also incredibly attractive people. Eyes turned whenever either of them went anywhere. Whenever they both went somewhere together, jaws dropped. In retrospect, it was almost inevitable that it would happen some day, or in this case, happen one night.

After moving their things into the hotel room, Jason went into the bathroom while Paula called her husband to tell him where they were and that they were ok. When Jason came out of the bathroom, he saw his mother sitting on the edge of her bed with her back towards him as she talked to his father. Jason crawled onto the bed behind Paula and began to rub her shoulders for her. He moved his hands down to her back and her lower back and she leaned back onto his hands. Jason couldn't resist getting playful and started to lightly tickle her, to see if she could keep her composure on the phone with his distractions. She giggled a little bit and playfully tried to swat his hands away.

"What's that, dear?" she said into the phone. "Oh, no, it's just Jason being, you know, Jason." She looked over at him grinning as she talked into the receiver. "Your father says for you to behave".

"Oh, ok. If HE says to." Jason replied and then renewed his tickling attack with vigor.

"Enough now. Let me talk." She said laughing and returned her attention to the phone.

Jason however wasn't through with her. With his hands on her back, he slowly slid his hands around her waist and then brought them up. Something unexpected, however, happened when he cupped her breasts. He started it as a game, but when his hands closed around her ample tits, the whole atmosphere of the room changed in an instant. Paula turned her head to look at her son as his hands gently squeezed. The look in her eyes was like nothing Jason had ever seen before. His wide and happy grin slowly dropped as he realized that his mother was laughing and wasn't mad... she looked at him with a dawning realization that her little boy was not a boy any longer. She knew it and suddenly he knew it too. He felt himself getting hard and his actions were no longer innocent playfulness.

"Huh, what? Oh, yes. I'm still here, what did you say?" Paula once again turned her attention to the phone and tried to concentrate on her conversation.

Jason reached around his mother's body and slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she talked. He pulled her blouse open away from her breasts and caressed them over her black lace bra. As he ran his hands over her tits, he kissed his mother on the neck and flicked his tongue across her skin. He kissed his way up her neck until he found her ear. He circled his tongue inside her ear. He then sucked her lobe into his mouth and ever so gently nibbled on it with his teeth.

"Ohhhh" Paula moaned softly. "Hmmm? What? Oh, I was just agreeing with you dear, I said Uh hum. Right..."

Jason felt the clasp to her bra between her breasts and opened it smoothly. Her glorious tits sprang free from their confinement. As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, Jason gently ran his fingers over her nipples which became hard as little rocks.

"You know, dear... ahhh... I think maybe I need to go..."

Jason heard her and whispered into her ear, "No, keep talking to him." He swirled his tongue in her ear once more to emphasis his request.

Paula stopped talking for a second and turned to face her son again. A grin slowly crept across her face as she realized what her son was setting up. "Hmmm? What? No, I forgot something I need to ask you about..."

As her voice drifted back into her conversation with his father, Jason eased down and kissed his way around from her back until he was stretched out along her lap looking up at her. He lifted his face up and kissed her breast softly. He stuck his tongue out and ran it around her stiff nipple. She looked down it his eyes which he kept glued on her face as he licked and kissed and sucked her tit. He alternated from one breast to the other, looking her in the eyes the whole time. Then a very big grin took over his face.

He kissed her breast one more time and then ran his tongue from her nipple to the valley between her tits. He kissed her there and then continued licked his way down to her navel. He ran his tongue in her navel and kissed it. As he explored his mother's navel with his tongue, he scooted around and down off the bed. He knelt between his mother's legs with his mouth pressed against her stomach. They could both smell the unmistakable odor of her juices starting to flow within her body. Jason had never done anything like this before, but like most boys his age, he had read plenty of sex magazines and books, and his instincts were well honed. He wasn't about to stop yet.

As his mother continued to talk on the phone while she watched in helpless fascination at her own son kneeling before her with his tongue in her navel, she could have never imagined anything like this happening to her. She also could have never imagined anything this exciting ever happening to her.

Jason lifted his face from his mother's bare stomach and looked into her face. She met his stare with a fire burning in her own eyes. He grinned up at her and reached his hands up to undo her pants. He gently began tugging at them. Paula found herself lying back on her bed so that she could raise her hips and allow him to remove her pants and then her panties. She was loosing track of the world as her passions kept rising.

"Oh my god." She softly moaned as her panties slid down her legs.

"What, oh, nothing dear. Someone, uh, mmm, left a tack on the floor and I stepped on it. I know, dear. I'll be careful. Hmmm? Jason? Uh, no, he's, uh, taking care of doing our unpacking. Uh, yes, I'll get him... in a little while... when he's... uh, finished."

Jason looked at his mother lying before him on the bed with her panties in his hands. He couldn't help but grin as he listened to her side of the conversation with his father. Then he pressed his head between her legs. He put slight pressure on her legs and she spread them wider to give her son full access to her body. He bent his head to her knee and kissed it softly. He then began to slowly kiss and lick his way up her thighs. They both knew where he was heading.

When his face finally reached his mother's pussy, Jason paused to breathe deeply of her aroma, and then he gently kissed her on her pussy lips. Next came his tongue as he stuck it out of his mouth and ran it up and down her slit. He looked up and saw his mother looking at him. She couldn't take her eyes from his as she watched the top of his face rising over her own hair. She could feel her son's tongue as it probed inside of her. Her hand moved down so she could run her hand through his hair and pull him harder into her pussy. As he found her clit, she also helped direct his attention to the areas of her pussy which needed his attention the most.

She tried as hard as she could to suppress her moans of obvious pleasure as her son began to focus all his attention on her clit. He circled it with his tongue and then wrapped his lips around it. As he did, he pressed his mouth hard into his mother's pussy and then he tossed his head back and forth, almost like a dog playing with a rag. This was when it became too much for her. Her body went ramrod stiff and her thighs clamped around her son's head as her orgasm came. She didn't even remember where she was at that moment.

"Oh, god... yesss! Oh that feels wonderful. Mmmm."

"Hmmm, what? What did you say, dear?"

Then she remembered and tried to cover her mistake.

"No, honey. I just took my shoes off. I didn't realize how sore my feet were. Uh huh, that's right. Hmmm? Yes, he's through, at least he is at a stopping point."

Paula couldn't help smiling to herself at her wordplay with her unwary husband.

"Oh, ok. Just a minute, I'll get him for you."

Paula rested the phone against her shoulder in order to let herself catch her breath. Then she looked down into her son's face. His mouth, his lips, the whole bottom half of his face glistened in the reflected shine or her sexual fluids. Her smile grew wider as she decided SHE would turn the tables on him.

"Jason, you father wants to talk to you."

She held the phone out to him enjoying his distress as he wondered what he was going to say to his father as his mouth was still covered with his mother's juices. He stood up and took the phone from Paula.

"Hello? Yes? Hi Dad. How are you?"

Paula lifted herself up and sat on the edge of her bed looking her son over. She could tell what was being said by her husband by Jason's responses to him. She began to unbutton her son's shirt to expose his bare chest and stomach to her. He tried to stop her, but she caught his hands and looked up at him. As he returned her stare, the fear on his face was plain to her, but she smiled up at him and placed his hands at his side. Jason gulped once and left them dangling there as his mother proceeded to take charge of their new adventures.

"Hmmm, what, Dad? Yes, of course. I'll do what she tells me to. Yes, sir."

Paula couldn't suppress as grin as she let her hands and then her mouth explore her son's chest and stomach. As she kissed and sucked her son's nipples, her hands went down to unbuckle and open her son's pants. The tremor in his voice made Paula lift her head and press her mouth to Jason's ear so she could whisper to him as she pulled her son's stiff cock free and slowly stroked it to its full length.

"Ok, baby, now let's see how you do. Keep talking to Daddy, lover. It's my turn now."

Jason actually whimpered as Paula knelt before her son, still stroking his cock as she nuzzled the hair covered skin around it. She could feel the heat from his cock as it throbbed in her hand. She knew it was time, that her son was painfully ready for her. She shifted until his cock was directly in front of her face. She let her tongue flick across the tip of it. The taste of his pre-cum on her tongue sent a bolt of electric energy through her whole body. Paula kissed the tip of her son's cock and opened her mouth wide when she realized that Jason was holding his breath. She looked up and was rewarded with an absolute look of shock on his face. She couldn't help herself. A wide cat-about-to-eat-the-canary grin (or maybe a cat-about-to-suck-her-kitten's-cock grin) spread across her face. As he had done to her, she stared straight into her son's eyes as she engulfed his cock in an almost leisurely manner.

Jason was not a virgin, but he still was not so experienced that he was able to suppress a whimper at the feel of his mother's warm, wet mouth as she sucked him.

"What, Dad? Uh, no, uh, I was just yawning. I guess I am just tired from the trip."

He could not focus on what his father was saying. He bit his lip to keep himself quiet as he put his free hand on his mother's head, twisting his fingers in her hair as he fucked her face. Paula had plenty of experience as a cocksucker, and she was good. She also knew how to tell when the man she was sucking off was ready to cum and fill her mouth. Moving her head as fast as she could to make her son cum, he tightened his fingers in her hair and shoved his dick as far in her mouth as he could while Paula used her hands on his asscheeks to pull into her mouth as far as he could go. Finally she was rewarded with the taste of her own son's cum filling her mouth. So much cum that she could not swallow it all as it leaked out of her mouth around her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Jason could not take anymore, he was almost crying as he told his father:

"Dad, I'm sorry, I have to go to the bathroom, really badly. Bye."

Collapsing back on the bed, he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. He felt his mother take the phone from his hand and he looked at her as she resumed her conversation. He couldn't believe how sexy she looked with his cum dripping from her chin down onto her tits. Paula looked him in the eye, winked at him and licked her tongue out to capture more of her son's juice as she talked.

"No, he's ok. He just had a lot of sodas on the trip. Yes, I'll watch out for him. I promise. I'll make sure he is a good boy for his mother. Ok, you have a good night. I'll talk to you tomorrow, dear. I love you, too. Bye."

Paula let the phone slip down to her shoulder as she looked at her son, her new lover lying down on the bed before her. She was sweating, her hair was a mess and Jason thought she looked more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before.

With a sigh, Paula reached out to hang up the phone and then rested her chin on Jason's knee as she caressed his stomach and chest with her fingers as he lay back on the bed.

"Well, young man. THAT was certainly unexpected."

"God, mom. I'm sorry. I hope that you aren't mad at me. I don't know why I did it."

"Hmph. Well, I do... you're young and you're horny. You know how dangerous that was, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again."

When Paula didn't say anything back to him, Jason lifted himself up on his elbows to raise his head and look at his mother. Paula looked back at him, and smiled. The she ran her tongue around her lips again to get the last of her son's sperm, making sure the he was watching her as she swallowed it.

"Now let's not be rash, and don't make promises you won't be able to keep. I didn't say I didn’t want it to happen again. We just need to be careful. Ok?"

"You mean it, mom? We can do it again?"

"Oh, yes, we can do it again... and I think we are going to have a lot of fun."

With that, Paula wrapped her hand around Jason's cock which began to re-harden in her grip.

"God, I love a young stud. I forgot how quickly teenagers are ready to go again. Yes, I think we are going to have a lot of fun"

With that, Paula slowly slid herself up, rubbing her tits along Jason's legs and stomach and chest as she straddled him. Without letting him penetrate her, she began to slowly move her hips back and forth over his dick as she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. Jason had his hands on her hips and moaned his pleasure at what she was doing to him. Mother and son smiled at each other as their lusts rose and their eyes glistened with anticipation for what the night ahead would bring.

Without saying anything, Paula raised herself up on her knees, placed her hands on either side of Jason's head and moved her hips until she could feel her son's cock at the entrance to her cunt. She bent forward, pressing her tits into his chest and kissed him as she lowered herself down onto him, feeling him enter her and slide deep inside of her until she was fully impaled on his manhood. Looking him in the eyes, she softly told him:

"Oh my god... YES!"

Paula looked deep into Jason's eyes with a wicked grin on her face "We are most definitely going to have a lot of fun."

And then she began to move up and down slowly as they enjoyed their fuck together.

Several hours later, both mother and son had exhausted each other. Paula, however, insisted that they take a shower and clean up before they went to sleep. Although they showered together, neither of them did anything sexual in there. They both knew there would be time for that in the future. In silence they helped the other wash and clean their bodies, a lingering caress here and there as they rubbed wash cloths over each other's bodies. When they had finished, Paula looked into her son's eyes and slowly pressed her body against his. As they wrapped their arms around each other, she kissed him. Softly, gently. A flick of her tongue against his lips encouraged him to allow his mouth to open. They enjoyed one long, deep, loving kiss as the water washed over their bodies and steam filled the air. When they broke apart, Paula sighed, rested her head on her son's shoulder and held him tight to her.

"Well, I guess we should get some sleep."

"Yes, mom. I guess we should."

Paula reached behind her to turn off the water as Jason stepped out of the shower. Holding his hand out to her, she stepped out, also. In silence they dried each other off. With one last sigh, she took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers together and led him back into the bedroom.

"It's a good thing we got two beds. That one is a mess. I feel clean and want to stay that way... for awhile, at least."

Jason nodded his agreement, and then looked at the lights. Paula let him take care of turning out the lights and putting the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door as she crawled under the covers. By the time Jason had slid into the bed next to her, she had already started to drift away. As her son wrapped held her in his arms and spooned up behind her, she snuggled back into his embrace and fell asleep.

Jason awoke first the next morning. It took him a few moments to orient himself and realize where he was and what had occurred the night before. He looked at the beautiful body of his mother as she lay on her back next to him. The clock radio on the night stand next to the bed caught his eye. It was later than they had planned on sleeping, but they still had plenty of time to enjoy each other again before they continued their trip.

Jason gently ran his hand over his mother's naked body, his fingers barely touching her skin. He could tell that she was responding to his caresses, but they were subtle enough that she was not wakening up. Her nipples hardened and Jason leaned his head forward to circle them every so lightly with his tongue, bringing a deep sigh and satisfied moan from Paula.

Jason got a very wicked idea and slowly, softly ran his tongue down her body towards her sex, which was starting to flow and fill the room with her enticing aroma. Unconsciously, as a result of the dream she thought that she was having, she spread her legs apart to allow easier access. Carefully shifting his body so that he was laying between her legs, Jason began to orally pleasure his mother. He started slowly and softly, careful not to awaken her before her body did that for her. Using his tongue and soft breaths across her neatly trimmed pussy, he licked up and down between her lips as Paula's moans of pleasure increased in her sleep. Finally Jason started to focus on his mother's clit, licking around it in gentle circles to bring it out of its shell and then carefully taking it between his lips as he started to be a little more aggressive in using his tongue on it. At this point, Paula knew she was no longer dreaming and woke up. He sleepy but lust filled eyes looked between her legs so that she could watch her beloved son demonstrate his art upon her.

Paula reached down with her right hand to run her fingers through her son's hair and to let him know that she was awake. Their eyes met, but neither one spoke. Paula laid her head back and closed her eyes once again as she reveled in the sensual pleasure being given to her by her loving son. He hand closing in his hair and pulling his face forward, deeper into her pussy was the only message that Jason needed to know that she wanted him to make her orgasm. She was so close, and as his tongue first entered her depths, she was just about to scream when the phone rang.




Sons & Lovers #05



Both mother and son stopped and looked at each other. Their mutual thought did not need to be spoken. Jason dipped his head again into Paula's love nest to drink of her nectar as she reached over and answered the phone.

Her voice sounded odd as she spoke her first word of the morning to her husband on the other end of the line.

"He-hello?"

"Paula?"

"Um-hmmm"

"Are you ok?"

"Sorry, you just woke me up."

"Really, do you know what time it is?"

Paula was on the verge of a huge orgasm and it was difficult to keep her voice calm and her pleasurable vocalizations from escaping."

"No, I... I don't."

"Well, it's almost 9:00 a.m."

At that moment, her peak was reached and she couldn't help crying out loud.

"OH, MY GOD! Oh God, I can't believe it."

Her husband taking this as simply her coming to the realization of how late it was rather than as her simply cumming, went on.

"I know, I can't believe it myself that y'all aren't out of there yet and on the road. Is Jason awake?"

"Uh, he is still down under the covers."

As she said this, she pulled at Jason's hair to pull him up from between her legs, but she was not expecting him to do what he had in mind.

"Well, as it turns out, it is lucky that y'all did oversleep. I need you to come back home."

Jason was up on his knees and placed both of his hands on his mother's waist and used pressure to indicate to her that he wanted her to roll over. Paula was in shock. She couldn't believe what he was going to do. She looked at Jason and said:

"No, I can't."

Her husband, thinking that she was talking to him told her:

"I'm sorry, you have to do it... and if you won't do it, I'll talk to Jason and tell him to make you do it."

Paula knew what he meant, but she decided to take his orders literally and did what her son was trying to get her to do. She rolled over and raised he ass up so that she was presented to Jason on her hands and knees. Jason ran his prick up and down her soaking wet pussy a couple of time and then slowly slid it inside of his mother's womb. Paula looked back over her shoulder at Jason and into his eyes as she responded.

"Yes, my love, I'll do whatever you want me to do, whatever you make me do."

Her husband, still oblivious to what was going on and what was being said to whom, then proceeded to inform Paula that a crisis had occurred overnight. His own father had had a heart attack and was in the hospital. No one knew how serious it was or if he would even survive. Paula and Jason had to come home right away.

Paula barely heard what was being told to her and her few sounds were taken as being acknowledgements of what she was hearing.

"Ok, I should probably talk to Jason, is he up yet?"

"Oh, god, yes... he is definitely up. Hold on."

Paula's latest orgasm was muffled by her forcing her face into her pillow as she screamed in orgiastic pleasure while she held the phone back towards her son. With a big grin on his face and his big cock still inside his mother, Jason took the phone and listened to all that his father told him as he continued to fuck his mother harder and harder as he approached release himself. Without breaking his conversation with his father, he pulled his dick out of his mother's well-stretched pussy. Paula looked back at her son who indicated that he wanted her to turn around and lay with her head next to his body.

Paula couldn't believe how calm and cool her son was being about what was happening, but she did as she was instructed. As she lay her head down on the bed looking upwards at Jason's balls and huge cock, he held it to her lips and ran it across them. She knew what he wanted her to do and took him into her mouth to finish him off. Jason inched to the side of Paula's head, without ever pulling his cock from between her luscious lips so that she could turn her head to the side and, with one hand on the phone while he talked to his father and the other on the back of his mother's head as he began to fuck her in the mouth faster and faster. Just before he came in her mouth, Jason put the phone back to his mother's ear.

"He wants to talk to you again."

Paula used her hand to hold the phone against her ear while Jason put both hands on his mother's head and finished fucking her mouth.

"Jason knows what is happening. I told him that I want him to drive because he is probably going to be less likely to panic..."

"No, shit..." Paula thought "... nothing seems to panic him."

"... but I did tell him to not waste any time and to not worry about any speeding tickets he might get driving back here. I'll take care of them."

At that moment, Jason used both hands to pull his mother's face as far into his crotch as he could and shove his dick as deep into her throat as he could and came, shooting rope after rope of his seed into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was coming out from the sides of her mouth and dripping down her cheek and chin and onto the bed.

"Do you understand?"

"MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHH" was all Paula could say until Jason released her head and pulled his dick out of her mouth. Paula swallowed what was left of her son's jism and then looked him in the eyes with mild reproach. Jason thought that he had gone too far, but then Paula smiled and licked her son's cum off of her lips. Jason had kneeled in such a way that Paula could rest her head on his thighs as she finished her phone call and he lovingly ran his fingers through her hair and stroked her face as he did.

"Yes, I understand. We'll be home as soon as we can. I'll keep Jason focused on the drive and we'll see you late tonight or early tomorrow... if we have to stop again. Ok, give my love to your mother..." Paula couldn't help smiling to herself at the realization that that phrase had taken on a whole new meaning to her "... and tell her we are all praying for your dad to recover soon. Now, you have other calls that you need to make and then you need to get to the hospital. Yes, I know... I love you, too. Good-bye."

Jason took the phone from his mother and hung it up again before either of them said anything to the other. Paula looked up deep into her son's eyes and watched the sweat which poured out of his forehead. Reaching up, she took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her and gave him a deep lover's kiss, but a kiss of passion released rather than passion that is building.

"You really are a very naughty boy; you know that, don't you."

"Yes, but I am a naughty boy who is both in love and in lust with you."

"I love you, too... and I meant it when I said I would do whatever you want me to do. However, you have got to learn to be careful. I love your father and you do, too. We have to make sure that he doesn't ever get hurt because of us. That is the one condition and the one line we must never cross. He is a good man and doesn't deserve the pain it would bring him if he ever learns about us. Agreed?

"Yes, ma'am. I agree."

"Good. Now then, we will have to get breakfast on the road, but I think we should first take a shower... that will allow us to do two things at once."

"What? Get us both clean quickly."

"Get us both clean is ONE of them... eventually, but the other is that you haven't fucked me in the ass yet, I don't think we should leave here until you have finished your chores."

With a big grin on both of their faces, the mother and son lovers took each other's hands, fingers entwined, and walked into the bathroom together. This was definitely a beginning, not an ending for their relationship.