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Joan & David Ch. 01

By: munku



I glanced in through the back door into the dark kitchen, obviously I was late for my curfew and I knew that if my mother was not asleep she would more than likely be waiting in the living room to come in through the front door, all I wanted to do was go downstairs into my room, masturbate and go to sleep. 

Tonight was one of those nights I would not soon forget, not that it had been anything too special (nothing to write home about, as some would say) but because of the sheer blue-balled torture I endured from eight in the evening until just after eleven, when I should have been home. My girlfriend, Ashley Gibbon, wanted to fool around a little though actual intercourse was out of the question. The fooling around turned into giving her an orgasm but she left me high and dry, never quite allowing me to cum but constantly getting me to that point—and then her parents came home which killed the mood as I tried to escape undetected, thankfully I think I accomplished that. 

Every man, and boy, knows that the only way to get rid of the dreaded and painful syndrome of Blue Balls is to expunge the build up of semen by any means possible, and for now it looked like I would have to slip into one of my regular fantasies and paw off. 

The lights all over the main floor seemed to be off, a good indication that my mom, Joan Hanson, went to bed and would not know that I broke curfew again, still I had to be careful parents had a funny way of impossibly hearing a back or front door opening and closing when a child comes in late. I dug my keys out from my front pocket, my finger brushed up against my flaccid shaft sending a wave of pleasure through my midsection making it clearly obvious Mr. Happy would not take long to become happy. I slipped the key into the lock as silently as I could, unlocked the deadbolt slowly as not to make a sound and slowly, very slowly pushed the door open. The door squeaked just a little, I stopped and pushed my way through the small opening, closed the door and locked it up once again.

It was then that I noticed the light streaming out from under the doorway leading down to the basement, the laundry room and my bedroom. I knew I turned off the light when I left, all of the laundry that needed to be washed was already finished which meant that my mother had no business down there except to see if I was home when my curfew came. Shaking my head I knew I was caught but I would think of that later, right now all I wanted was to remove the dull throbbing ache in my shorts. 

Crossing the dark kitchen, still glancing into the kitchen I noticed something move in the living room, probably Garfield, I thought. Grabbing the doorknob separating me from the basement I heard something from the living room, I glanced over to the dark living room. What exactly did I hear; was it a grunt or a moan?

Letting go of the doorknob I walked slowly over to the open doorway between the kitchen and the living room, from my vantage point I could see Joan's feet pressed up against the armrest. I closed my eyes drew in a deep breath and sighed, she fell asleep on the couch and I had to wake her up. A couple of years ago we were in a car accident in the middle of winter, luckily me and the other driver were in perfect shape save for a few cuts and bruises but my mom was not so fortunate: her spine was pushed out of place, we found out very quickly that if she was not on a decent surface for sleep her back would ache terribly for a couple of days until it had a chance to straighten itself out, and I had to wake her which would start the Big Speech about Responsibility and Curfew. I reluctantly moved into the dark living room knowing my aching blue balls would have to wait even longer. 

She whispered something under her breath in her sleep, the words were unintelligible but I thought I knew what might have been going through her head just by the sound of her voice. After all I did get Ashley off at least a couple times throughout the night. I shuddered, that simple tone of voice was not something I wanted to hear coming from my mother, that tone told me without a doubt that she could still have hungry feelings of sex—and no kid wants to know that about their parents; if possible I would guess most of the kids in the world would rather be ignorant and believe their parents were moving furniture in the middle of the night and not having sex. 

But what I saw when I leaned over the couch floored me; I froze in one spot not truly believing what I was seeing: I saw my mother's fingers gliding over up and down over her naked sex, after a short while she switched to light circles for a moment and back to moving up and down over her clit. My eyes saw a light sheen of wetness over three fingers, two rubbing up and down over her clit, the third pressed down on top of the first two, and a wet glint over her exposed, aroused and puffed lips. Her pink nightgown, one that dad bought her a couple months before he filed for divorce to be with some rich woman in Edmonton, was pulled or rode all the way up almost to her belly button. Her pubic hair, from what I could see to the sides of her hand, was light brown, neatly trimmed to the point where all of the curls were gone. Her legs, immaculately shaved within the past day or two, flexed and relaxed, pushed against the armrest of the couch and eased off, all in time with her fingers self-manipulation. She moved her hand up and off of her clit giving me a complete birds-eye view of her sex, she brought her hand to her mouth and lightly licked her fluids, I saw her pink lips folded back and puffed out glinting under the filtered moonlights from the drapes covering the living room windows before her hand guided itself back against her sex, as soon as her fingers pressed against her clit she moaned and whispered something under her breath again.

I saw her other hand move, it guided itself up to her chest and started caressing her hidden breast, first the left and the right, giving each a light squeeze before going to the other. My eyes flicked from her hand caressing her breasts to her other hand down below as she masturbate; my eyes followed her left hand, the hand squeezing and feeling her own breasts, then wandered down her chest, over her tight stomach and stopped at her belly. She pushed her hand up under her nightgown towards her breasts, from above I could see her fingers clasp her left nipple and gently squeeze, I listened to her gasp and looked down to her face.

That was when I realized I was no longer floored at watching my mother masturbate on the couch below me, it was also then that I knew what I was doing—watching my mother please herself—was about as wrong as if she watched me, but I could not pull myself away either. It was her facial expression of lust and pleasure with her mouth partly open and her eyes tightly shut that caught me, for the first time—and I do mean the first time—I saw my mother under a new light, in that moment I saw just how sexy she really was. In that moment Ashley's face and her beautiful naked body danced in my head but something was different, something was not the same. She was not as beautiful as my mother writhing on the couch in the middle of the night under the pale moonlight.

My eyes were fully enamored with watching my mother masturbate unknowingly in front of me but not my whole body, my hand wandered from the side of my hip across to my midsection, I did not have to go down any length to realize that I had a huge erection tenting against my jeans, as if on automatic my hand trailed down the length of my hardened shaft to the very start of my sac and slowly started back upwards to my sheathed head. I closed my eyes for a moment hoping that I would regain some sense knowing that watching my mother was wrong, instead I saw her in my mind, her hand gently stroking up under and along her slit. I could even see her finger pressing down against her clit and the shocks of pleasure being sent through her midsection. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to walk around the couch, drop to my knees and remove her hand just to place mine there to please her, to give her a wonderful orgasm, I wanted to do all of that and cup my own sex in my hand and pleasure myself.

My silent reverie broke she gave out a shuddering groan, not an orgasm but close. My eyes forced themselves open, my hand rubbed a little faster over my hard cock buried cruelly behind a thick layer of black denim, I watched her starting to shiver as her fingers worked faster in circles over and around where I visualized her clit to be, her gasps increased in volume and frequency; her body shuddered and her back arched, went down and she breathed in a truly deep breath and slowed herself down.

Her hand dropped, her finger went from above her cock and slowly, agonizingly slowly, went down towards the entrance to her vagina, I knew where her fingers were going and desperately I wanted to see her push that finger deep inside of her. My own hand, in the moments as her fingers trailed down towards the entrance to her sex, gripped my zipper and pulled it down, forced its way into my jeans and gripped my hard, hot shaft. I watched as her finger pushed it's way down against her entrance, as soon as the tip of her finger touched her hole I listened to her pleasant, needing groan and a moment later I watched as her fingertip vanished into her sweet, nubile body. 

I thought I was going to cum right there in my pants!

I took in a deep breath, trying to make it as silent as I could, and started to stroke up and down slowly on my hard-on in my pants, feeling the intense heat radiating from beneath my boxer-briefs. I felt a slight wetness on a side of one of my fingers as it touched the head under my foreskin, again prompting me to go to her side and please her with my own hand. But I could not, just watching my mother masturbating was wrong and touching her would be worse, not to mention she would know, and probably be horrified.

Her finger slid deeper and deeper into her body, bit by bit her finger vanished into her own body, her back arched and she let out a long, hard groan. Her face tightened up in pure pleasure that almost doubled as a look of pain, until finally I watched as she engulfed her whole finger up to her knuckle, slowly she pulled her finger out recharging the sheen of her fluid—her nectar—and pushed the finger back in, her face relaxed and her breath quickened considerably. She moved her finger in and out of her body quickly, my paw stroking my own shaft at nearly the same speed, my eyes closed and opened intermittently from the pleasure I was giving myself. 

Just as I opened my eyes I watched as my mother slid a second finger passed the folds of her lips and into her sex, almost instantly she gave out another cry of pleasure. Her whole body tensed, every muscle in her body flexed at once, in one moment she pulled her left hand out from under her night gown away from her supple, fairly perky breasts and as I pawed at myself I watched as she thrust her hand against the couch backing. 

"Oh god!" She cried; I watched as her fingers clawed against the couch. Her toes curled against the armrest, her breasts pushed against her nightgown showing her hard, taunt nipples pressed up against the silky fabric. "Oh lord!" She bit down on her lip, I knew she was having her orgasm; her fingers thrust deep inside of her, immediately after she pulled them out and thrust them back in. "Take it out!"

And then her eyes flashed open, orientated directly on my with my hand in my pants wrapped around my hard cock, stroking quickly and controlled. She closed her eyes again, her left hand reached out and grabbed my shirt in a balled fist. Her cries of her orgasm were astounding, and I was scared as hell.

"Please David!" she cried, my name.

My name! She cried my name. A warm chill washed down my spine, not a cold and scared chill, a warm and welcomed chill. Her grip loosened on my shirt, her body started to wither and droop back down towards the couch cushions, and then her eyes opened with clarity she could not have a moment ago. She opened her eyes and saw me with my hand in my pants masturbating; even though she cried my name and opened her eyes the first time I could not stop pawing myself. 

"David." She said slowly through panting breaths. Her flushed face and her heaving chest somehow made her that much more appealing, but even so I pulled my hand out from my pants and backed away a step. I felt my cheese blush a deep, deep red. "David, you watched me…" She said and sat up on the couch. "…you watched me masturbate."

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, now I felt nothing more than like a wicked pervert. "I-I'll…I'll go…"

"No." She said. And that was that, or so her voice said. She did not want me to leave, and when her voice was as soft and as calm and collected as it was now she meant it. "Come sit beside me."

Submissively, maybe knowing this should have been the time I actually just walked away, maybe nothing would be said again, but I did not leave. I went around the couch and sat down, sheepishly I became interested in my socks. I could still feel my hard shaft pressing against my shorts, now I could also feel my hard-on against my pants. My mother's nightgown dropped enough to hide her genitals, bunched up hiding her fur, still giving me a good look at her shaved, smooth and supple legs and a shadowy hint of what treasure lies below—just a small hint, like a memory.

"You were late." She said. "It's almost one."

I opened my mouth to dispute the fact that it was almost one when I entered the house, I remembered checking my watch as I walked into the backyard and it was only quarter after midnight, but I said nothing, if I did she would know how long I was watching her from above. I closed my mouth and nodded.

"You also watched me masturbate." She said unnerving me with her easy going, calm voice. She turned to look at me, raised her hand and pulled my chin up, turning my head to meet her eyes with mine; she used the same hand she masturbated with. I could smell the fragrance of her fresh nectar, the wetness staining my skin. 

All I could smell was her sweet orgasm under my nose, an intoxicating smell I wanted to rub myself against like a cat rubbing against a toy draped in catnip, for a moment I almost thought I might nuzzle up against her hand just to spread the smell, but I had more pressing matters (forgive me for the pun) at the moment. I answered her comment with a guilty nod, I felt horrible for what I had done and now the scolding would come but I doubted I'm sorry would make this all go away. What I had done was virtually unforgivable. I felt like a man being caught watching child porn.

"You were masturbating, were you not?" She asked.

A plain and simple question with a simple answer, to which I nodded, but that seemed to make everything even worse for me, at least if I just watched it would not look nearly as perverted as it actually was now that she knew I had my hand in my pants. I dropped my head, bit my lip and nodded, all I wondered is if my mother would ever forgive me for tonight. I wished I was just late, I wished I did not go into the front room after hearing anything and just went downstairs to paw off and sleep.

She cleared her throat, after a moment she raised my head to eye level again, now she had a smile, almost a dreamy smile. She looked me over for a moment, orientating on my crotch, though I knew my hard-on was receding I knew it was still over half-hard. 

"Take it out." She whispered. She bowed her head and kept her eyes on my crotch.

I did not move, for a long moment I just stared at the top of her head not knowing what to say and worse, not knowing what to do. She wanted me to take out my half-hard penis from my pants and expose myself to her. I bit down on my lip again, the last time I saw her sex was when we took baths together when I was more than a decade younger, now I had seen hers in action and she wanted to see mine.

"Take it out." She said in her calm, collected, do as I say voice.

I nodded, what else could I do against that voice and the fact that I had seen her pretty much naked? Taking a deep breath, I reached down with both hands, unbuttoned my pants with one hand and pulled my shirt up to reveal a decent stomach—a five-and-a-half pack—with just a little fur around my belly button and a slight treasure trail leading down towards my crotch. Now sitting on the couch with my pants unbuttoned, unzipped I revealed my light grey boxer-briefs to my mother, I saw my half-hard penis pressing against the fabric with a wet spot at the tip of my head. I bit my lip hard, now completely embarrassed at the precum which soaked a small circle showing my arousal.

"You liked watching me!" She whispered in astonishment. "You really liked watching me, did you not?"

I said nothing. Instead I followed her orders and pulled down the front of my boxers exposing my purplish-pink somewhat hardened head along with an inch of my member to her, I could see a slight sheen on the upper half of my tip surrounding my small slit from the precum.

"Take it all out." She said. "You saw all of me."

I stood up and nodded, grabbed the waist of my jeans and pulled them down exposing my somewhat dark haired legs and all of my boxers with my half hard-on pressing up fully visible against my underpants with an inch of the shaft and my head sticking out. I put my thumbs in my underwear and hesitated before pulling them down, for a moment I thought my mother was going to laugh at my size, thought the thought left when I was reminded that Angel, my first and only partner, never complained about anything I did or my size. She actually complimented me, though neither of us knew how big (or small) I really am; I refused to measure. After the moment of hesitation I pulled my underwear and my pants down below my knees to my ankles, my penis dropped to half-mast in front of me, curved downwards from gravity. 

I sat back down on the couch beside my mother, even though both of us have seen each others genitals over and over in life this was different, now we have seen each others mature genitalia, I knew what her femininity looked like and she now knew what my maleness looked like. I chuckled silently, not like my mother was not used to seeing the penis, after all I was created.

"Very nice!" She whispered, almost as if she was in awe. I was brought back to the moment, to the present situation. I turned to my mother, her eyes caressed my midsection almost as heated as my eyes caressed hers.

I looked down, unbelievably I watched the half hard-on I sported start to stiffen up, my penis started to defy gravity and straighten up as it grew, for possibly the most times in my life I blushed again. Still, I did not think it would take much to harden up again, not with watching the pleasant sight of my mother naked from the waist down, masturbating herself and playing with her own nipples with the scent of her orgasm filtering through my nose brought by her own hand. 

"Oh, that is nice…" She whispered, both of our eyes were on my hard, heated cock. Silently, in words only I could hear, it screamed to be used. I breathed in deep, it wanted to be touched, licked and sucked until it exploded, releasing by blue balled ache. "Now, I want to watch you masturbate."

I glanced at her, she looked almost hungry enough to eat me, or reach out and touch me, almost hoping that she would I waited for a long moment, when it became apparent that my hopes were not going to be fulfilled I nodded and reached down. I felt my heart racing in my chest, I tried to find out whether it was nervousness, desire or just plain need to get off. The answer did not come to me, what did was the quickening of my mother's breath as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, glancing over to her I saw her eyes almost glued to my hand and my hard cock therein. 


Joan & David Ch. 01



I started slowly, bobbing up and down on my cock with my hand just reveling in the pleasurable sensation I have known for many years, except this time it was different—even different than masturbating for Angel, more pleasurable because of the wrongness and the feeling of being caught. Actually, it felt like a dream, like I would wake up and none of this would have happened; maybe it was a dream, maybe not. At the moment I could care less.

"Relax…" Mom whispered, reached out and grabbed me lightly by the shoulder. I did not know what to do, and when she pulled me towards her, adjusting herself by pushing one leg to the side and setting her other onto the floor so I landed between her legs with my back pressed up against her front, her breasts pressed nicely against my shoulder blades. "…that's right…"

I closed my eyes. The vision of mom pressing her fingers against her clit, circling the small nub enticed me, the scent of my mothers juice against the base of my chin filtering into my nose excited me and the warm pleasure of leaning against my mother's body with her breasts pressing into my back and her pussy very close to my backside gave me a sense of adventure, in short I enjoyed this.

I enjoyed this immensely.

I felt my mother put her head on my shoulder, I could feel her gaze traveling down my clothed chest down to my naked midsection, the pleasure from my hand traveling slowly up and down my member warmed my whole body. The pleasure of having my foreskin being pulled down part of my shaft and rubbing against my sensitive head being pulled upwards ensured a very, very pleasurable experience. 

I felt Joan's warm lips against the side of my neck, the fur on the back of my neck raised and prickled from the gentle warm breeze of her breath. I felt her hand caress my arm, the same arm attached to the hand wrapped around my penis, and in a moment I felt her hand sliding down to my wrist. I felt an intense pleasure welling up in my gut I had never felt before, and for that moment I thought I was just about to cum.

"Faster…" She whispered. "Faster than that."

Her voice. Her voice sounded almost desperate, with her hand over my wrist, as command I increased my speed and the pleasure rippling through my penis down deep inside of me, filling crevices I never knew I had. I wanted her, and I almost reached back with my free hand to grope at her leg, her thigh and finally her pussy, but I did not. I controlled myself and just concentrated on the intense pleasure of getting myself off in a horrible, perverted way.

"Yes…" She cooed. Her voice, so soft and loving, so sweet and yet so wanting at the same time. "Cum for me hun, take off your shirt and cum for mommy…"

I nodded, and tried to stop pawing myself, watching my hand pump up and down on my cock with little abandon as my mother asked moments earlier. I was nearing orgasm, I could feel my orgasm building up in my sac—but somehow I managed to find the strength to stop. I lifted myself up off from mom and quickly pulled my shirt off. I could feel the pleasure of a nearing orgasm fading away.

"Will you let me cum?" I asked submissively, never before had I asked something like that, hearing myself it seemed like I begged for a release. I needed the release.

She pushed her midsection against my backside and pulled me back down, feeling the heat of her sex almost drove me over the edge right there without even touching myself. Finally she pulled me back against her body again, kissed the lobe of my ear and gently blew a slow, warm breeze into my ear. 

"Yes." She whispered in her soft but commanding voice, "I want you to cum. I want to see you cum."

I nodded, a sense of relief washed over me, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started rubbing my hand up and down a little slower than before, I wanted to enjoy this to the fullest extent that I possibly could. And then I did something I did not expect: I leaned my head back and felt her breast crushed wonderfully against the back of my shoulder blade adding to the cushion of her body, and kissed my mother on the side of her lip. She seemed too enthralled in my hand-job to notice the kiss. The pleasure returned almost instantly, my orgasm was coming on short notice.

"I'm cumming." I whispered, which sounded like a whimper in my ears.

"Yes!" She half-whispered, her breath coming in gasps and moans as she watched my hand pump up and down on my cock, her son's cock. 

Her hand dropped down onto my stomach, I could feel my muscles twitch from the surprise touch, and watched as her hand dropped down to my abdomen until her fingertips touched my pubic hair. I thought about looking at her, I thought about seeing her facial expression and basing my next move on her expression, but that one single touch on my public hair finished me off.

"Oh God!" I cried, my orgasm raced through my inside, warming everything in it's path as it went from my sac throughout my whole being, down to my very soul.

I felt it explode, I looked down at my cock and watched it convulse, the slit on my head widened for just a second before it went back to normal. I heard myself cry out in pure ecstasy, absolute pleasure filled my body like a pulse-wave of warmth, behind me I felt my mother push forwards with her hips, thrusting her pussy against my backside, her arms pulled be back against her almost comfortingly. I blinked and felt my orgasm ripping down my shaft, opened my eyes and watched everything: my semen exploded first in a large gout blowing with the intensity of a bullet, the liquid warmth of my seed splashed up against my skin above my belly button, a second bullet washed out in a stream from just below my belly button down in a line to the edge of my penis and on my mother's hand, finally a third and longer gout oozed out and drooled down into my pubic hair. 

And I was spent. I fell back against my mother's chest with my hand still wrapped around my pulsating cock, once every few seconds a tiny glob of left over cum oozed out from my penis, and soon even that stopped. In the meantime my mother just held me, taking breaths in gasps and letting them out in long breaths; her finger gently swirled over my body, through little drip and large lakes of my seed, she seemed enthralled with my sperm and all I could do was watch amazed, bedazzled and very well spent.



We sat there on the couch, both of us having had a wonderful orgasm in each others company, yet without a technical illegal touch of mother and son though what we did…what we did could easily fall into the subject of incest, but the thought of illegal and legal, son and mother did not come to mind, all that was in my mind was how wonderful that was, how pleasurable and erotic watching my mom and being watched by my mother had been. There were no thought about a second session, nor this session beyond the fact that it happened and it was wonderful, just purely wonderful.

We sat on the couch for a long moment sewing in our own thoughts as I stewed in my own semen, the time was long enough for the gelatinized semen to liquefy and run into my pubic hair, not that I paid that much attention to that small detail. The glowing urge to kiss her, kiss my mother all over, came to mind but I knew that would not be an option, so we just reveled in each other.

"Alright, you have served your punishment." She said, out of the blue and breaking the silence. "Time to sleep."

I agreed with her, and as I walked down the stairs buck naked as the day I was born I wondered two things: What had actually happened tonight which went with why it happened at all and not just tonight, the second question was whether this would be a regular punishment. I chuckled at the latter and shook my head, something like that was a once in a lifetime event, nothing about it could be duplicated.

Tonight would definitely not be a night to forget.



Joan & David Ch. 02



Authors note: This is a very long chapter, and because of that I have decided to split this chapter into two and will come on it's own as chapter 2a, or combined with chapter three.

The phone rang, I glanced up from my paperwork and over to the caller display, it was only then that I realized just how late it was. Before I picked up the phone I glanced outside through my office window, the sun started to set leaving streaks of reddish-gold light through the sky. I reached out and picked the phone up and closed my eyes.

"Hello, David." I greeted, trying to be as cheerful as possible, but the documents I had to go over and check with a fine tooth comb set me in a bad mood. Jerome handed them to me fifteen minutes before I was slated to go home. That was at five, now it was eight twenty-three. 

"Mom? Why are you at work still?" He asked obviously on a cell phone, the line crackled and popped and rife with blasts of static. 

"You don't want me to explain." I warned, and sighed. "I guess you missed dinner before your meeting."

"Yah, but that's okay." He said. "I can make myself something when I get home."

"How long do you expect to be?" I asked thinking about pizza.

"About forty-five minutes or so." He replied.

"I'll be home before you, so I'll stop off and get a pizza." I muttered, reached up and rubbed my face. I would stop off and buy some beer as well. "Sounds good?"

"Sounds good." David said.

We said our goodbyes and hung up, I packed the documents I had been reading into my bag and left the office. I was not done, but the weekend was here and I would virtually have the house to myself, David would spend most of his weekend with Ashley and his friends. 

I stopped and closed my eyes as the thick feeling of regret slowly over took me, David and Ashley saw a lot of each other these days, more often than before…before I pretty well forced him to masturbate in front of me. After that night, three weeks and one day ago everything changed between us, our dynamic seemed to vanish and our relationship seemed on the brink of disaster. He would not talk to me often, not even a fraction of how we talked before, he was always out (though he was always back home on-time for his curfew) and when he was in the house he stayed down in the basement. 

For the first few days I figured it was just because the incident was odd, even to me the whole 'connection' we made was truly unhinging. Those first few days went by, neither of us spoke of the incident and seemed to go about our lives normally, we talked about this and that, he went to school and I went to work. The world had yet to turn upside down, or so it seemed. It was after those first few days that everything started to run amok, he started to stay in his room for long periods of time, and then finally decided to stay away from the house as much as he could, some of the excuses at the start were plausible and maybe held a few ounces of truth and after that the excuses became flimsy and see-through, after that there were very few excuses. He just came and went.

I broke my thoughts for a moment, long enough to call the Pizza Hut by our house to order a pizza. I picked one for myself, one for David and one that we both could enjoy. Our tastes in pizza were as similar as they were dissimilar. After that, I left the office, went down to my car parked in the office buildings parkade and went towards home.

My thoughts came back like a black tide as they washed over my conscious thought blocking everything else out , even the radio talking about some world event I currently had little care about. I thought about that night, and the truth that I did enjoy masturbating in front of my son just as much as I enjoyed watching my son masturbate in front of me. I had known he was above me for longer than I cared to admit. Now I knew I should have stopped, maybe rolled over and feigned sleep until both of us calmed down, but the exhilaration of seeing my son with his hand in his pants stroking his hard-on that I gave him disallowed that choice. I knew it was wrong, but in the wrongness there was a certain rightness about it like some kind of ultimate prize set inside the middle of a mine field. I thought we skirted all of the mine fields, but I was wrong. 

I asked myself on many occasions just how far I would have let that scenario go if either I or David had pushed it beyond what it had been, would I have allowed it to go further than that? No, I doubted that I would. To me, and only me it seemed, the act of masturbating in front of each other was wonderful, one that could have led to a deeper bond, but any further than that could have thrown us into some sort of depraved relationship less about mother and son and all about sex. That was not something I wanted, not at all.

I made two stops within five minutes of each other, the first was to the local neighborhood liquor store and picked up a fifteen pack of beer, I wanted to drink myself unconscious. I wanted these thoughts of my son and the damage that I caused to our relationship to leave me for at least a night. Just one night. The second stop was to the Pizza Hut, my pizza's were ready and waiting for my pickings. I paid, took the food out to the car and made my way down the final stretch to the house.

In essence I was afraid to return home, even in my anger I was more at peace at the office where I was not expecting anyone to talk to me, hoping that no one would. I used to expect David to talk to me, and definitely still wanted him to, but where there was conversation silence now reigned in almost utter and complete control.

I took the pizza in first, walked up to the house, unlocked the door and entered the darkening living room, without bothering to push off my shoes I went into the kitchen with the three white boxes and set them down on the table, after that I went back out to the car and brought in my documents and the beer.

I took the beer into the kitchen and stopped at the entrance, David stood dressed only in his black robe and hovering over the table checking out which pizza was what. The pause was instantaneous and just as short, giving him only enough time to turn away from the boxes spread out over the table to me. He gave me a nervous smile. I swallowed my dry spit and returned a smile hoping it was faked enough to pass as somewhat real, inside I was not smiling, not by a long shot.

"Hi mom." He said and his eyes trailed down my arm to the large box of beer, fifteen bottles. He raised his brow. "Drinking tonight?"

I nodded, now feeling guilty about the drinking but even that would not change my plans. I was going to go upstairs, take a long bath with a beer or two, come downstairs and drink until I needed to pass out. Like telling my son to masturbate in front of me, I had no choice. This was something that I had to do. 

"Yah, long day and a very long week." I said, only slightly exaggerating. "How about your day, was school good?" He nodded and lifted the box containing his pizza, nodded again and walked to the cupboard as I went over to the fridge, as he grabbed two plates I made some space for the beer and shoved the box in. I noticed the obvious space in the conversation, inside of my chest I thought my heart was about to shrivel up and implode. I closed my eyes and held back my tears trying to force myself to look fine, everything had to look just as dandy as pie.

"School was good." He said and I swear I could hear his shoulders slump. "I broke up with Ashley."

And then, like any mother, my concerns and fears became moot, they were nothing compared to the problems concerning David right now. I pulled two beers out from the fridge and walked over to my handsome, hurt young man and handed him one of the brown bottles.

"Last night, Samantha caught her screwing some guy in the library washroom." He said as she shrugged his shoulders and pulled the cap off the bottle. He took a healthy swig of the golden ale and swallowed neatly. He let out a soft sigh. "I suspected she was sleeping around, but…"

He paused as he looked down at the pizza in the box, I could tell just how upset he was by the way his eyes motioned back and forth over the molten lakes of cheese and grease, in that moment I thought my heart was going to break for him. I wish my heart could break instead of his but it cannot, all I could do was consol him, if he let me.

"I think we both should be doing some drinking tonight." I said. If the beer ran out I always had a spare bottle of gin in the basement freezer and a chilled bottle of tonic water in the garage, mainly I kept it for when my sister came over. I hardly drank anything alone. "Grab some pizza and join me in the living room." I said, motioning with my head at the boxes on the tabletop. 

Without a word or any kind of negative action, David grabbed a couple pieces of pizza and went into the living room. I grabbed a plate and a few slices and joined him moments later. He paused briefly in front of the couch in the same spot he was in three weeks ago, shook his head and went around to the front. He sat in the same spot he did when I ordered him to pull out his wonderful hard-on and masturbate. I knew that was what he was thinking about, and said nothing as I went around the couch and sat down where I had been, after laying and pawing at myself like a horny twenty-some year old waiting for her boyfriend to have his way with her.

"We never actually had sex, Ashley and I." He said. "We fooled around, but she would never...oh, boy…would never want to do it. I started to do more active things with her and other friends away from the bedroom because she…" He stopped, his face was almost beet-red from embarrassment as he figured out he was talking to his mother about his sex life. He bit down on a piece of hot pizza, chewed and swallowed. "…she would never allow me to cum."

I tried hard not to wince, but even I knew just how painful being teased and released could be, men got blue balls and we…I…just unpleasantly ached. There is a time when teasing can be fun, even beneficial like before you go off to work, just to keep your other half thinking about it all day and when he comes home from a along, hard day… I pulled my attention back from the momentary lapse into thought back to my son, I did not want to disturb his admission and the fact that he was talking, talking to me. 

"Did you make her cum?" I asked, those words seemed so…so wrong as I asked my son if he made Ashley, his former girlfriend of a couple months or so, cum with some sexual act.

He chuckled and gave out a shit-eating grin. Of course I did, the smile said. Of course, what was I thinking? It seemed to me that he would do anything to please his partner in bed, like his father I doubted he would even allow himself much stimulation until she got off at least once. 

"We fooled around, and I always made sure she came." He said, took another bite of his pizza and washed it down with a mouthful of beer.

I nodded, wondering why she did not want to have sex. It could not have been the fact that she was a virgin, obviously being caught in the bathroom having sex with someone else at the college. In my opinion that was more than slightly sluttish, giving your boyfriend blue balls all the time and yet not allowing him to have even a single orgasm, then go out and fuck some other guy. I knew from watching him masturbate that he was not small, not the largest penis I've seen but quite thick, and I wondered if that was what scared her: his thickness.

For a brief moment she saw his hard cock in her mind, dark skinned from the shadows draped over the living room, his nearly seven inch cock pushing straight out from between his legs with a wonderful girth that promised to stretch a young pussy and slide against every nerve inside. Her favorite image she masturbated to after the incident played in her mind: She watched his hand wrap around his thick cock and start to stroke, the uncut purple head being exposed as he pulled his hand down, and vanished as he pushed his hand up, covering the head with his pink, engorged foreskin.

She pulled herself out of the arousing image, just to find that the image she pleased herself with was starting to work, the tell-tale warm feeling of arousal from within her abdomen started to surface. 

"I mean fuck—excuse my language but how do you go fucking around on your boyfriend without giving him a chance?" He asked, in his voice there was not anger but a sense of giving up. He paused and shook his head. "If I was bad in bed, I'd accept that she'd go fuck some stupid punk, but she's never given me a chance!"

I let him rant knowing that was what he needed to do, drank my beer and slowly ate the pizza on my plate leaving the crusts, I never ate the crusts. The rants were pretty standard, riddled with whys and how could she's, the same questions I asked when David's dad left me. Just as I did, he would eventually stop asking the questions and get on with his life, Ashley would eventually become a memory, and that memory would eventually be forgotten. 

"…I mean if we went further than—" His words faltered and failed, the sentence was not complete, but it was. We both know how the sentence ended: we did. 

My private thoughts vanished as he spoke the half-sentence. Blushing furiously, he opened his mouth and closed it again. I watched him, watched his every reaction and saw what the nervousness that had been in his smile before we started to talk, before we came to the couch, sat down and before I allowed him to rant beside me.

And then he turned to me, his eyes met mine and silently we just sat on the couch and stared at each other, both of us knew what the other was thinking—or at least we thought we knew—and we also knew that this might have been apart of a problem between them, somehow I thought it was. And my instincts were correct.

"That Thursday night, when we…were on the couch, I came and it was a wonderful orgasm." He whispered, "but after that, when me and Ashley had a fight, I said that I wanted less time in the bedroom because of our…sessions not ending in anyone's satisfaction beyond hers." He paused. "I think I knew everything was falling apart right then, I think the inevitable end to our relationship was at that point, but neither of us knew it."

"I'm sorry." I whispered, right then I was about to cry again. I knew that what happened that night broke barriers that never should have been broken, through those barriers I ruined a relationship he was involved in—even if it was somewhat sick—and our own relationship. "I never—"

"No, wait." David whispered. His eyes started to water. "I really enjoyed what we did, and…"

The words died in his throat, I picked up my hand and set it down on his leg as a gesture of trust. I wanted to know what he thought about, what the real truth was, just to get something of a relationship between mother and son back. I just wanted things to be back to a semblance of normality, and talking about this—his and our problems--seemed the way to start healing the broken bond, the only way. 

"And?" I whispered, but he froze up and went silent. He turned away from me as if sickened, stared out of the front window as if waiting for someone, and maybe there was someone out there, maybe there was not. "Please…I never wanted to hurt you. If I had known…"

He turned from the window to me. "This might sound sick…"

Sick? You want to talk about sick? I destroyed our relationship over some pent up sexual tension that needed to be released! How's that for sick?

"I've hurt you far more than I probably know." He whispered casting his eyes down to the floor to his feet. The blush in his cheeks flared up again. "I've been away from you because…because…"

"Because what we did?" I asked and took a swig of my beer.

He looked vulnerable as he swallowed and looked for the words he wanted to say, probably something a little more sugar coated then as blunt as me, in the end the words might be different but the feeling would be the same. I saw him start to open his mouth and closed my eyes. In that moment I wished I could close my ears just as fast.

"Because I could not stop thinking about you on the couch." He paused and took a quick swig of his beer. "The next day I wanted to do it again, see you naked and pleasuring yourself."

He paused in mid-thought, turned away from me in embarrassment again. I gently squeezed his leg for support. I looked down to my own feet and saw something I doubted I would see again. I saw the front of his robe slightly pushed out between his legs, my son's penis was at least slightly hard, again. I tried dismissing it from my mind, and at least for the time I succeeded. 

"How about another beer?" He asked, killing his train of thought.

"I think we need to talk about this more." I said, turning my face up to his.

"We will, but I'm empty and you're almost there…and I need to collect my thoughts." 

I imagined his semi-hard penis poking up against his black robe, pushing the heavy cloth forwards away from his body. I tried to stop the warm flush washing over my body by telling myself he was probably half-hard from talking about Ashley and imagining them fooling around, but the image and the feeling would not be stopped until they played out. In that moment I wanted to part his robe and just stare at his member, reach down and play with myself just to turn that heat up to full blast and have another orgasm, but not this time. If there was something salvageable between us as mother and son (thankfully, I saw there was something there wanting to be reaffirmed) I was not going to put that in jeopardy for anything. I could paw off later if I wanted to, and if I wanted to use my son's image, I could and no one would be the wiser. 

I had to admit that using my son as a tool for my own pleasure made the act of masturbation even more intense and wonderful than it already was; even though we had been separated for nearly a month by an invisible cold wall, I still used the image of him as my fantasy and I doubt that would stop after tonight. His admission for thinking of me beyond that night was faintly pleasurable, it made me realize I still had some sexual charm though I had not been picked up or used since his father left us. But then again, I never looked hard.

I wondered what took him so long, looked over my shoulder and saw his shadow cast on the kitchen floor reaching up like a hand onto the fridge, wondered what he was doing and decided on him getting a second helping of pizza. I was not all that hungry anymore and did not want another piece. I turned away and he finally came back with two open beer bottles in hand, he came and sat down beside me, turning to him as I accepted the bottle I noticed his crotch through the lower portion of my vision, just enough to get me curious. I thought he had a full blown hard-on under his robe.

I gave him a smile and took a sip of the beer and looked down at my feet again, not because I was embarrassed, angry or saddened but because I wanted to see if my first guess was correct. He did have an erection under his robe and adjusted himself, which was what he must have been doing in the kitchen. I could see his shaft pressing up against the robe while his head was wrapped tightly against his body under the robe's tie. I forced myself to look up and through the window as another flush of warm pleasure washed over me like a shower. In that moment, I wished that things went better after that Thursday; I wished that I could just unwrap him like a present and use that image of his hardness to pleasure myself.

But I also wanted to reach out and touch him; I almost did three weeks ago. My reasoning stopped me as I felt his long, curly brown pubic hair against my fingertips, what I wanted was to swipe his hand away and finish him off myself, just like I wanted to disrobe and feel his hard maleness. 




Joan & David Ch. 02 Pt. 02



Both of us are naked and my son looks thoroughly pleased by the tongue bathing I just finished giving him, already his maleness started to droop and become flaccid, but even in that state it was a beautiful sight.

His cum started to liquefy and drip down my chest, I could still feel my cum-soaked sex lips oozing with a combination of my juices and his juices I manually spread. Time for a show, my boy wanted to give me oral sex in exchange for his wonderful blowjob, and now that we know where we stand I was more than happy to oblige and receive. I needed a wonderful orgasm not brought on by myself.

"Are you ready?" I asked, smiling and feeling very pleased with the both of us, a problem arose and we dealt with it. However, I think we both feel that it should have been dealt with earlier, it might have saved both of us a lot of grief and given us a chance for a wonderful and long affair of passion and love. 

He nodded and slowly pushed himself from the couch onto his feet and offered me a hand from my knees as I sat on the floor, I accepted and he pulled me up to my feet. I moved my hand onto his visible pecks and slowly dropped a finger down his chest to the belly button. He grinned and for the first time in quite a while he chuckled in front of me. He leaned over and gave me a kiss, not on the cheek like he always had but on the mouth. 

Right there I knew everything between us was different, this time I knew it was a difference for the better. If the actions that just happened were detrimental to our relationship one of us would have stopped and everything would have been cut short, but the plain fact that the actions were not stopped (though purely accidental at first) meant everything as a-okay. But enough with the sob, problematic story, I am horny and want to know what happens next between us in the shower.

I dropped my hand, the side opposite to my thumb glided past his softening penis across his sack. I reached to the side and grabbed his hand and quickly guided him towards the staircase leading up to my personal bathroom fully equipped with a shower and a bathtub. Obediently he followed, secretly I grinned thinking that every child should be this obedient to their mothers regardless whether they were eighteen years old or thirty-two, with that thought I also had another: every child should be more than willing to please their mother.

Naked, both of us left the couch draped with a new layer of fabric that once was our clothing, I lead him from the top of the staircase into my bedroom and into the bathroom down a short hallway between two closets, one on each side with the right closet empty save for a couple boxes my husband never collected. I kept the door open, no one was going to come into the house and find us, by legal means that is. Plus, the Gods seemed to be smiling down on us. I doubted we would have a break-in at this moment.

"Wait." He said as I started bending down to turn on the hot water.

I started to lean back up when I felt David's hand press up against my rump, I closed my eyes and shivered, his finger was so close to one of my most erogenous zones without even knowing it, a zone I wanted him to penetrate with both his hand and his penis, and I had something for him in exchange.

He slid his hand down my left cheek with his fingers splayed out, the tips gently caressing the other side sending tingles down my legs to the tips of my toes, once I felt him pass my anus (to my disappointment) I felt his fingers splay out with one pressing through my vaginal lips leading up under my legs. I shivered and stayed i that same position with my ass out and my legs slightly spread, if I wanted to move I doubted that I could. His fingers glided through my lips and stopped at the entrance to my vagina.

"Should I continue?" He asked in a mocking voice, using my own words against me.

All I could do was let out a soft moan followed by a nod, as soon as I nodded he pushed his finger forwards and curled inwards, his finger pushed through my sex into my canal and started traveling deeper and deeper until I could feel his knuckles pressed between my sex and my anus. He started to masturbate me like that, not remembering or caring that his orgasm was spread all over the inside of my lips from my love of feeling men's cum spread everywhere.

I shuddered, after a few more thrusts of his finger I felt another pressed against my hole, when that entered me I gave out a loud cry exclaiming my love for his touch. I started rocking back and forth in time with his thrusts, both of my hands gripping the tubs outer rim.

"I-I'm going to cum soon..." I warned, just as he warned me about his approaching orgasm downstairs as I suckled heavily on his cock, deep throating him like any good mother should. 

"First of a couple, most likely." He stated.

But then he stopped, just as I felt the heavy feeling deep in my stomach gain weight along with the breathtaking heat in my groin starting to burst into an all out firestorm, he pulled out his fingers. I glanced over my shoulders ready to plead for him to continue, plead that he should not tease me like Angela teased him. He grabbed his flaccid penis between his legs, reached out with his other hand and set it against my hips and took a step forward. Instantly I started to shake knowing that he was going to push himself into me, take me right there with me bent over the side of the bathtub.

"Yesss..." I hissed closing my eyes as I felt him press his soft penis against my backside. He pulled his head down my crack very close to my anus, from there he pulled his head down—I could feel him starting to harden up once more—between my legs after slipping from my slit out into the fresh bathroom air. I opened my eyes, tilted my head down and looked between my arms down to my pussy, I felt him press the head of his rapidly hardening cock up against my lips, and watched as he stroked back and forth thrusting his hips forwards just to pull them back.

On a push forwards I felt and watched as his head parted my lips and went directly for my pussy. I relaxed figuring this was it, my son was going to slide in and fuck me. I would gladly accept him with open legs; all I would ask of him was to unload in me and no where else. I felt his head gliding through my lips and against my entrance, his head went directly to the other side and stopped, just bad aim. He pulled back and pushed forward again, this time I could feel that he was on track. His head touched up against my vagina, I could feel the tip starting to poke through along with the feeling of an imminent orgasm that would follow after a few strokes, but he stopped and pulled back. I whined, wondering what he was up to as I watched him push forwards again and prayed that this time he would go all the way in and take me as his lover, but his head went right over my vagina and pushed against the top of my clit.

I gave a howling cry as his crown slid over my clitoris; he pushed himself against my backside, reached down below me and slid his hand under his penis and up against my labia. He pushed three fingers through, two stroked my clit and one stroked the entrance of my sex in slow tight circles.

"Take me!" I cried, in my own ears it sounded angry, forceful and commanding.

He did not make a move to pull his hips back and slide into me, instead he ravaged my clit and vagina with his fingers, as the heaviness exploded into a deep burning heat. I felt my leg muscles flex around his hand, tighten and listened to him groan. My legs started to shiver like downstairs with the mini-orgasm where this all started, this time (somehow) I managed to keep on my knees without falling flat on my chest. He let out a small moan from behind me as he quickened his pace against my vagina while slowing down on my clit. And then every muscle in my body relaxed, the burning heat of my orgasm seemed to spread through every cell in my body just as it seemed to take every last ounce of air from my lungs, I gasped fro a breath, quickly reached back below me and grabbed my son's hand to stop him; and that I stopped for a long moment just breathing and feeling—feeling the wonderful pleasure washing over my shaking form.

Finally I moved again, I lowered my head onto the blessedly cool bathtub and just sat there with David behind me pressing his hard-on against my lips and breathed. The huge, hot flares and quakes of my orgasm settled down into smaller, satisfying ebbs of heat and bliss.

"You want me to fuck you?" David asked in a slow, soft voice.

Okay, maybe the problem isn't quite fixed yet. I thought, but I was going to answer truthfully, mare than not because of my urge to get laid. At the moment I wanted my son. I wanted my son to take me. No teasing, no liees and no half-truths. "Yes."

"Not yet." He said in that strange slow and soft voice, a voice that actually worried me. "After I get what I want, I will, I promise."

Starting to gain control over my breath, the ebbs slowed down into a mere crawl leaving me wanting more of the same, I asked: "Do you want to take me, or is it just because I want it?"

"Sit on your legs." He whispered, and I did not knowing what he had planned.

He dropped to his own knees beside me, of course I watched him completely interested in knowing what my son was up to. H leaned over, tilted his head and pressed his lips against mine in a kiss. We kissed for a long time, at first it was a passionate and romantic kiss, eventually it started to become heavy, like those kisses given to lovers, and I had my answer without a single word uttered. He pulled back, my heart pounded deep in my chest, not because I wanted my son or because of the orgasm I was thrust willing into, but because of my love for David as a newfound lover and son.

Right then, as I looked into David's eyes, I wondered if this was how things were supposed to be, where parents were completely in love with their children and vise-versa, not just with the parent-child kind of love. I felt like a pervert, but I wondered just the same.

David reached out and pushed my medium length brown hair away from the right side of my face hooking it around my ear. I saw the same type of love for me in his eyes. He turned away to the taps beside the faucet, a sly grin beamed over his face as his eyes seemed to glaze over in thought, just as fast as the glazed look came, the look vanished.

"let's have a shower." He said, "Relax and maybe have another beer or two."

* * * * *

Bot of us had a few more than two beers each, after I collected myself enough to stand and take a shower to clean off my son and my orgasm we went downstairs and watched the television. We both drank ourselves almost into oblivion as we cuddled, even though we did not make love that night we both knew eventually we would—and I would love our connection.



Joan & David Ch. 02



"Just hear me out, I need to get this off of my chest and please, please don't get mad or offended." He said after collecting his thoughts in a sequential order. He glanced over to me and I nodded only half there. The rest of me was battling to stop the flood of images and desires to watch him paw off, and resist the temptation to reach out and touch him. My son. "I've been avoiding you because of myself, my thoughts. I doubt you will ever want to do it again, but I can't get what we did out of my head, my thoughts orientate on it all the time, and all I want to do is watch you masturbate in front of me, and in turn masturbate in front of you. I think you are very sexy…"

I froze, that was not what I thought he was going to say, obviously I thought he was going to say that I had no right to ask of him what I had; that what happened could never be talked about and never be brought back up. I never thought he would be admitting to me the fact that he wanted to do it again.

An alarm rung in my head, an alarm that told me this was some kind of trap, but that alarm went off way to late for me to think about it: "I think you're very handsome as well. We both know that we can never talk about this to anyone else, but…" I purposely moved my hand onto my thigh, stopped and caught my son glance down for just a brief second before turning his gaze back on me, in his eyes I could see a fire burning, a hunger wanting to be fed. I could see his lust, a flare of fire burned inside of my belly. I guided my hand up against my crotch, I wore a pair of very thin pants and almost immediately I felt the pleasure of my finger gliding against my lips. 

I watched as David glanced down again, wondering what I was up to and I knew he saw what I was doing, his eyes were glued to my crotch. I let out a soft moan. "But I don't see why we can't do this…Do you?"

"N-no…" He whispered, his eyes on my crotch as I moved my finger slowly up and down the thin fabric of my pants, I could feel my panties starting to stick to my wetting lips and felt the eagerness of them wanting to escape the confines of clothing. "W-will you undress, fully?"

I nodded slowly, pushing my finger against my hidden nub and let out a light groan to tease my son. "Yes."

He watched my hand wander away from my hidden labia, finishing the caressing for the moment, up to my button. I pushed the small round black device through the hole and slowly unzipped my pants as his hand moved to the tie around his robe. He pulled it loose and pushed the two folds open. His thick, relatively long penis pushed out and bobbed up and down for a moment, a thin layer of precum coated the tip of his foreskin and his tiny, visible pink slit underneath.

As I pulled my tucked shirt out from below the pants, David shrugged himself out of his robe exposing his fully naked body to me. He was not a weight lifter, but he was athletic and exposed a healthy, flat stomach and a pair of visible pecks. I watched my son glide his hand over the top of his shaft and wrap his hand around the base of his head as I unbuttoned my white shirt exposing my bra and bare skin to him. His motions were slow and drawn out as he rubbed over his cock, exposing his head and making it vanish, spreading his wonderful precum all over the innately hidden and sensitive surface of his penis. I watched him rubbing himself as I shrugged myself out of the shirt, reaching behind me and unclasping my bra, it fell down onto my lap.

"Oh, mom, you're beautiful." He whispered. Briefly I looked down at my exposed, white skinned breasts, time and age started to draw them down, still they did have a certain perkiness about them. My nipples were hard and taunt, pushing lightly away from my pink areolas.

Touch them. I thought uselessly as I ran my hand down my neck and over my breasts, pausing at the nipple and gently stroked their sides in two circles. I trailed my hand down my breasts onto my stomach all the way to the start of my unbuttoned and unzipped pants showing just a hint of my white underwear. I could only wish that he heard that thought, I was not going to say it aloud. I wanted him to lean forwards and place his lips over the nipple and suck, nibble and lick. 

"Oh yes…" He hissed pleasantly, slowly stroking his thick member watching my every move as I watched him. 

I stood up off the couch and watched my son. With a little shake of my hips my pants started to fall exposing a good inch of my white panties. I placed my thumbs at each side and pushed my pants and underwear down another few inches exposing my freshly trimmed pubic hair covering my mound.

"I trimmed yesterday for you, well, the image of you I use to masturbate." I said, David groaned lightly, eyes eager for me to push my pants down all the way. I did not keep him waiting, pushing my pants and panties down at the same time I exposed myself completely to him, more than I had three weeks ago, now I stood naked before him with a bush trimmed so short he could see where my labia started. 

I reached down and slid my finger through my trimmed hair, over my inflamed lips and easily pushed through feeling my wet heat, my finger glided over my clitoris; coupled with the intense pleasure of being watched by my son, the pleasure compounded and released in a sudden shudder and a loud moan. I ran my finger between my clit and the entrance to my vagina and stopped there with a lesser shudder and increasing pleasure. I pushed the tip of my finger in as I turned my attention down to his lovely hard penis in front of me covered by his hand. His head glistened with a thicker layer of his aroused precum, I wanted to drop to my knees and give his head a good, old fashioned lick to gather and taste his wonderful juice.

Opening my legs a little further to give my son a better look, I pushed my finger in deeper and watched his eyes almost seem to glow as my body took every centimeter of my finger from the tip to the knuckle. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth against the intense white hot pleasure as I pulled my finger out from my vagina, feeling my skin soaked in my own hot juices.

"You're so wet…" He whispered watching me as I pulled my hand out, once out he stared at my wet finger. 

At that moment I was so aroused that if he wanted to fuck me I would have let him, if he wanted his friends to fuck my I would gladly accept them too, but that would not be happening. We were just going to masturbate for each other and put on a good show. 

I moved closer to him until I was about a foot away from the couch, a couple feet away from his face. I pushed my fingers against my clit again and started rubbing, slowly at first and increasing while tightening into pleasant circles. I was so aroused I could feel my juices pooling into droplets and slide down my inner lips to my legs and starting to drip down. 

And then it happened, the pleasure became so great that I felt a mini-orgasm shooting through my crotch, through my vaginal tract into my abdomen. I groaned and cried out softly, my legs started to shake and I started vigorously rubbing circles on and around my clit feeling the real orgasm starting to build, a tight heat in my belly starting to expand in warm, pleasurable waves. I started to move towards my side of the couch and lost my balance, instantly I felt myself falling towards the couch.

I threw my leg towards the couch not to fall on top of David, my foot connected on the backing and slipped. David saw me starting to fall and quickly released his penis and tried to catch me as one foot slipped backwards and the other gave out. His hands went up and groped my breasts and held my upper body up, my lower half collapsed onto his, instantly both of us just stared at each other, for a moment in half-horror I thought he was inside of me. Half of me thought that was something horrible, yet the other half of me wanted my handsome, hard and aroused son inside of me. I wondered what would happen if he was inside of me, would he want to pull out? Stay in there for a while? Or just fuck me until we both exploded in grand, wonderful orgasms. 

I felt his hips twitch and let out a guttural groan as I felt his penis move up and down over my clit. His penis was not inside me (to my half-displeasure) but it was pressed between my lips. He moaned loud from below me probably feeling my heat and the wetness from my stimulation and mini-orgasm. I pushed my hands down onto the couch and held myself up, in that pose we just stared down at each other in exasperation: His hands holding onto my breasts with my nipples in his palms, my right foot on the floor and my left over top of his with his penis crushed firmly between our hips and in soaking labia. 

I laid there knowing how easy it would be just to push myself up, sliding his penis down, and then pull myself back down with him pushing through my vaginal opening until my canal totally engulfed him from tip to the start of his sack, from there I could ride him until I felt the most wonderful feeling of his cock exploding and filling me with his wonderful sperm. That was out of the question, however, I ground down lightly against his cock and felt him squirm and moan pleasantly under me, his hands gently squeezed my breasts. 

I watched with absolute pleasure as he leaned up and kissed the space between my breasts and uttered a pleasant sigh in response, knowing I was holding myself up he let go of my right breast and began to kiss his way up along the ridge, onto the breast and over towards the pointing, pink nipple I grinded down against his shaft again as a reward for what I was seeing and feeling, this time I ended with a push down for my own benefit of feeling his head push heavily up over my clit. 

"Ohh…" I moaned and started to stroke his penis with my wet lips a little more frequently imagining he was actually in me and watching his lips gently kiss the tip of my nipple, and then swallow it into his mouth. I gasped feeling my nub between his lips start with a gentle suckling and slowly get firm and exhilarating. "Yes, David…."

He grinded up against my clit hard, as if pretending he was inside of me, gliding up and down in slow, heavy thrusts. I cried out, the pleasure of his cock fucking my clit in conjunction with his lips suckling my nipple nearly through me over the edge into a wonderful orgasm, but not yet. 

I raised my hips to get him to stop, I was about to come and I guessed that he was getting pretty close to his own orgasm. I had a new plan in mind but I wanted to test the waters first. I reached down between us, and searched over his stomach. His muscles twitched from my unexpected touch, my fingers glided down his thin stomach down to the start of his pubic hair, unlike last time I did not stop myself. My fingers burrowed through the thick jungle of curly hair until I felt the tip of his head soaked with a mixture of his precum and my own aroused juices. I went down a little further watching his every facial expression making sure that I was not overstepping my bounds, and slid my hand under the thick girth of his shaft. Finally I wrapped my hand around his member and started to slowly tug up and push down feeling the heat permeating my palm and the pads of my fingers.

"Should I continue?" I asked eagerly.

I did not get a verbal response as he continued to suckle on my nipple, I was about to stop when I felt a finger invade my lips and push up against my clitoris. I cried out and shivered, instantly everything vanished leaving just him and me. The pleasure of my fingers caressing myself was nothing compared to the pleasure of him touching me, but even that I stopped. 

I pulled myself up off of him and dropped myself to the floor panting lightly, he was looking at me confused and concerned, before he could say another word I leaned over his crotch and dropped my head down and opened my mouth. I gave the tip of his head a little lick, tasting both of our intermixed juices and gave out a light purr feeling him jump in his spot and tense for a moment as he uttering a sharp, surprised cry. 

"Just relax." I whispered in the tone he referred to as my 'Commander Mom' voice, and he did. I slid my tongue along the side of his head tasting him, enjoying the slightly salty taste crawling over my tongue as I went from one side to the other, listening to his passionate and lustful cries. 

I wrapped my lips around his head and suckled gently like he suckled on my teat, slowly working over his mushroom-shaped head and finally starting to work my way down by dropping half an inch and returning to the tip of the head, licking the little slit, and suckling down half an inch more. 

"Oh mom…" He whimpered, as his head reached the back of my mouth, about five inches, he set his hand down on the back of my skull and intertwined his fingers through my hair. "Oh yes, don't stop."

I was not planning to stop for the moment, but I paused long enough to relax the muscles in my throat, went up along his shaft bringing my tongue sliding along the thick vein on the bottom all the way up over the ridge of his head—he gasped and shifted on the couch—to the tip. There I found a wonderful drop of pre and scooped it up quickly, thoroughly enjoying the taste and the smell of my son. I went down and felt him at the back of my throat and pushed even further feeling him slide down farther, deep-throating him like I had with my former husband so many times. Quickly I took his full cock into my mouth and deeper into my throat, slowly pulling up land madly licking around his shaft, over his head and back down repetitiously. 

He bent forwards on the couch, reached down and gently caressed my cheeks before wandering down the side of my neck. His light caress sent tingling shivers down my back all the way to my bum, through my whole midsection and back up my front. I thought I might have an orgasm just by his simple touch! 

His hands went down further and found my breasts and nipples, once there he found my right teat and gently squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger and twisted, constantly moaning and groaning—showing me his appreciation for a wonderful blowjob. 

He twisted my nipples harder, just the way I loved my nipples to be abused, and I let out a wonderful moan of my own appreciation. With one of my free hands, I reached up and pushed the palm under my son's sac and gently cupped his balls, thumbing them lightly, caressing the almost hairless skin—every man I met had very little hair on their sac—and gently played with them, David groaned louder with more intensity and fierceness addressing the issue of his oncoming orgasm.

On an upswing, as soon as my tongue caressed the tip of his head I pulled myself up and looked at his face. His eyes were half-open and a wonderful pleased grin had grown over his face. "Tell me before you come." I said in my 'Commander Mom' voice and waited for a reply: a furious nodding, and went back down.

I honestly do not mind giving blow jobs, and actually love the taste of the male precum, but I do not like the taste of a man's actual cum, I doubt that I ever would, in this case I was not even going to try though there were special times I did swallow. What I did like was having my husband—now son—cum on me, and that is what I would make him do.

I reached down with my other free hand and began stroking my own sex, gliding my hand over my clit for a few moments before pulling my hand down and pushing two fingers knuckle deep, shuddering as the intense pleasure filled my belly, the feeling of wanting my son inside of me heightened, and I knew right then that I would have him. Maybe not tonight, but I would have him and I would feel his cum flooding me, that wonderful feeling I loved, thankfully I have been on the shot for a number of years, and kept it up every three months. My pinky slipped over my anus, I shuddered and closed my eyes as I pushed the tip against the tight hole until I felt it slip through. I gave out a sharp cry as both of my holes were invaded from my fingers and quickly began to push in and pull out from both holes rhythmically.

"Mom!" David cried. "Mom! Very soon!"

I pulled my mouth off from his cock, released his balls and grabbed his spit-soaked cock in my hand. I leaned forwards until his head was almost touching my breasts and pumped him as fast as I could, above me he gasped and cried constantly. His body went rigged and he gave a final cry.

I felt his cum shoot against my breasts. The first splashed against my breast with great intensity and quickly started to ooze down. I repositioned his penis between my breasts and felt a second load hit my skin, at the same time I pulled my other hand free from my orifices, reached up and stared to smear his cum over my chest, enjoying the heat and the wetness. His third jet of semen landed against my belly, running my free hand down, covered in his orgasm, I scooped that juice up. Quickly, not to spill his wonderful fluid, I slid my fingers coated and holding a shot of cum, up against my sex with a deep shudder. The last few pumps from his cock were dribbles leading down his head onto my hand.

Finally it was over, his orgasm was over and done with, but it was not over, not in the sense that I was truly satisfied, but with my cum drenched body and my sex-lips finally drenched in sperm I would easily get off with, or without his help. But, to my surprise, it was not quite over, David reached down and started smearing his own cum over chest and breasts.

"You like it wet and messy." He commented between pants watching my cum-drenched fingers working over my own inflamed labia.

I nodded and slowly eased off on myself until I stopped completely. He looked a little concerned. "I don't mind it on your chest, but…I want to eat you out and…and not with that stuff all over your cunt."

I chuckled. "Shall we go upstairs and take a shower, together?"

"May I clean you and…taste you?" David asked.

"Please." She whispered. "But don't use the word 'cunt'."

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Joan & David Ch. 03



Saturday morning, bright and early, we were woken by a telephone call, both of us gave out a long groan from the hangovers we sported from the previous night of drinking and talking, after the wonderful pleasure of near-sex between us. I reached over Joan, my mother and the Goddess of Blow jobs purposefully brushing over her breast with the palm of my hand. She purred gently like a kitten for a moment, until I answered the phone on her side of the bed.

"Hello?" I asked, groggy and wanting to fall back asleep for another couple of hours until this horrid hangover left.

"Hello David, is mom home?" Instantly I knew it was dad just by the sound of his voice. I froze, trying not to laugh as I lay naked in the bed that my mother and father created me in, but I did not, as much as I hated my father his voice sounded somber, as if something was wrong.

"She's asleep." I replied. She never wanted to talk to him, I was used to making up excuses when I intercepted a call. Beside me mom mouthed 'who is it?'. "Can I take a message?"

"It's important. Please waker her up for me." He said as I mouthed 'dad' to mom. Promptly she rolled her eyes and then rolled over.

"What's it about?" I asked, and then I felt my mother's hand against my crotch running a finger up and down along the side of my shaft. I quickly felt myself starting to harden with every light, quick stroke. I moved my hand down along the outside of her thigh, dropped down towards her inner thigh and saw her leg move up from below the soft white sheets, from there I pushed up and felt the outside of her pussy, like I was hard she was wet. 

She let shivered under the blanket and winked as she squeezed me. 'I want you'. She mouthed and ran a finger down my balls at the same time as she mouthed: 'in me, now.'. I nodded wanting the same. I wanted to fuck my mother in the bed that my father fucked her on, probably even the same sheets. Unlike last night, I would not tease her by sliding my cock up against her sex, instead I would push straight on through until I felt my hips press against hers.

"My sister Margret..." My dad drew in a deep breath, and I knew what he was going to say. "...died last night. Can I please speak to her?"

She continued to stroke my member softly with a finger until I moved the phone from my ear, set it on the bed and leaned over. I whispered silently in her ear that she needed to take the phone call, below the sheets I could feel my hard-on fade quickly into the distance. I waited for a few moments and handed her the phone, mom looked confused and concerned. 

Margret was the only member of dad's family that talked to us on a regular basis, once in a while we received calls from his other brother's and sister's, mostly it was just to check up on me and see how my school was going. Margret was different, she loved our family and detested the fact that my father cheated on Joan and the tables were turned, she called us often and called her own brother once in a while, just to see how he was faring with his new 'whore'. Her words, not mine – well, mine too.

And then my mother nodded and whispered "yes" into the receiver and asked when the funeral was. She nodded again and whispered that she would be at the funeral in Edmonton by early tomorrow morning. I could see tears welling up in her eyes like I saw on the couch last night and it nearly broke my heart. I reached out and set my hand on her side just under her breasts, I thought that might not be a good idea, instead she pressed back against me, setting her back against my chest. She pulled her legs up a little and I spooned against her. 

They spoke for a while as I laid beside her gently stroking her skin from the pit of her arm down to her hip feeling awful for the worlds loss, Margret was a wonderful and caring person who would surely be missed by a great many people. She set the receiver between her neck and shoulders, reached back and gently caressed the side of my hip, right on the upper portion of my left butt-cheek. 

I was horrified when I started to feel aroused by her touch especially at a time like this, but with every gentle caress over my hip and the upper part of my bum her finger sent electrical shocks of pleasure through my midsection, ultimately I started to feel my penis starting to harden against her backside knowing very soon that I would be fully erect and pressed up between the cheeks of her ass. I did the only thing I could do, I pulled my hips back away from her and glanced down to see that I was now fully erect and pointing outwards at a slight angle between her anus and the inside of her thighs.

She pushed back trying to get back against me, mortified I watched as the head of my penis pushed passed her cheeks and vanished out of sight, suddenly I felt the inside of her cheeks presumably just under her anus. I heard her gasp right into the phone, I started to reach down to grab my penis—bad penis! Baad!--and Joan beat me to it. 

"I'm alright." She whispered. "Just...you know."

I thought she was just going to push my penis away, instead she lifted the head up and set it against her anus and pushed back, silently she shuddered. I glanced up at the back of her head wondering what she was thinking, the answer was fairly simple but at that exact moment I did not get it. She started to rub the head of my cock against her anus, up and down over her tight hole leaving me speechless. For a long moment I could hear my father talking through the phone and felt my mother rubbing my head up and down and to the sides of her anus, once in a while pushing back and capturing me at the tip of the hole. 

I was slightly uncomfortable with this, but for a time I went along with it enjoying the feeling of my head gently being stroked over her tight (I thought) virgin asshole. She let go of my penis and started to move herself, I reached down and pushed my penis up between us and laid my hand back down on her hip. She reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled her hips forwards, squeezed my hand reassuringly and gently led it down to her crack and pushed one of my fingers down until I could feel her tight, puckered hole.

I gasped, not out of pleasure but out of pure surprise at her actions, especially on the phone with dad talking about a late sister! She pushed my finger down against the hole with one of her own fingers and started going around in slow circles keeping the pressure on. Still to surprised to move, I watched her reactions as she traced the tip of my finger against her ass-hole, at first there was nothing but slowly I started to feel the tight opening give way, my tip slowly entering the first centimeters of her tailhole. I saw her shiver, her cheeks went a sudden red and she lifted her head on the pillow back towards me. 

I slowly took over knowing she was enjoying my finger pressing into her backside, little by little I started to push more, entering farther into the hole feeling her muscles boring down around the finger harder and harder. Every time she bore down heavily onto my finger I started to wiggle it around and slowly she started to relax, after that I would continue to press into her until I could feel my hand pressing against her bum. I slowly pulled my finger back towards fresh daylight, as soon as I almost left her tailhole she clenched down with her muscles as if threatening me if I left her. I pushed back in, sliding my finger through her loosening tailhole as far as I could, eventually I started to fuck her tailhole quicker but still at a slow and steady pace.

"I have to go." She said suddenly, I think she caught dad in mid-sentence. As a test I pulled my finger back to a safe point and pushed harder, faster and watched as my mom bit down on her lip in utter pleasure and crumpled towards a ball-like position. Her voice was hurried and filled with lust, like last night. "I'll be there tomorrow. Right now I want to get everything ready that I need to."

The test succeeded, I was wondering if she was getting pretty hot and bothered and found out that she was. Never before had I dared to touch someone's anus, for me that was a no-no spot, but it seemed that my mother really liked that no-no spot. She was still talking to my father when I fully extracted my finger, looked down and saw that it was relatively clean, I did not mind. Shit washes off. 

I wanted to preform another test, just a small teasing test. I pushed my hips towards her, grabbed my penis and slid my crown through her cheeks guiding myself to her hole, once there I pressed a little and felt my slit and a tiny area around it slide through. I saw her hand start to move and I stopped, with a wicked grin I waited for a few seconds until I saw her hand relax, and pushed in a little faster, but still much slower than I would entering her pussy, and stopped with half of my head inside of my mothers tailhole. We both sucked in a gasp of pleasure, trying to hide any noise from my father who was still talking on the phone. 

She turned over her shoulder and gave me an impatient glance, I knew it was for dad, but I took that as a sign, I wanted to feel at least my full head inside of my mother's supple, beautiful body. Slowly, I pushed in a little more and felt more and more of my head starting to push into her backside. The pleasure was beyond intense as I felt her muscles suddenly flex around my head. I stopped, at the same time Joan slammed her hand down on the bedsheets and clawed at them and glanced over her shoulder at me biting down on her lip. 

I winked at her and mouthed: feels good?

To that she closed her eyes, relaxed her muscles and squeezed briefly again, nodded and mouthed back to me: 'I could cum right now.'.

I smiled, I wanted to hear that. I imagined her having an orgasm on the phone with dad as she took me up her ass, just as son and mother. I watched her mouth open in pure ecstasy as I pulled out from her ass totally, even my own body screamed at me to continue, but I had another plan. She glanced at me curiously, I mouthed for her to roll over and made a motion, still curious she wondered what I was doing and rolled onto her back. I shook my head and made the motion again. She furrowed her brow but nodded and rolled onto her belly and set her head on the pillow and the phone against her ear.

She closed her legs and I wanted them open, quickly I pushed them open, left leg and then the right leg, for just a moment I glanced over her backside, though her legs had a few wrinkles and her backside was not as firm as it probably once was, my mother was still very attractive in my eyes. I set my hand down on her right cheek and moved my hand down and the the left slipping a finger through the crack and against her tailhole, circled the rim and gently fucked the first inch of her insides where my cock had been. I wanted her to think that I was just going to play around for a while while dad continued to jabber and talk her ear off, and my plan seemed to be working. I watched the clock as I played with her, fingering her lightly from front to as far as I could push my finger in, every minute for five minutes I pushed myself a little closer and she seemed none the wiser. I stopped and pulled my finger out and just circled the rim of her ass using it as a decoy and a guide for me. I reached down and took hold of my cock and pushed forwards and down with my hips slowly, her eyes were softly closed from being constantly teased, I could tell she wanted to get off the phone and get me inside of her again.

I pulled my hand away from her ass and set it down on the mattress moving forwards as I allowed myself to slip down on top of her constantly guiding my penis to her ass. Finally I felt my head slipping through her crack and found her wickedly tight hole. She figured out what I was doing too late, as soon as my cock touched her tight ass I pushed my hips forwards, instantly my head pushed passed her rim back into her body. I let out a teasing whispering moan just for her ears as I started to pass the point where I entered her the first time as we spooned. 

Wasting no time knowing she had little leverage against me, I continued to slowly push myself deeper and deeper into her wonderful, tight asshole. Quickly she removed the handset from her ear and thrust it away from her as she buried her face in the pillow and let out a wonderful squeal of pleasure even the pillow could barely dull. I turned my attention down between us, my penis now just over half way in, from there I watched as she ate more and more of me, until I felt my hips press against her wonderful cheeks. 

"Ooh..." I whimpered feeling her muscles pressing down harder than I have ever felt, shivers roared up through shaft, over my balls and through my whole hips. 

Mom removed her face from the center of the pillow and set the phone back on her ear, apparently she missed nothing and dad was still talking, and the best thing was that I did not care. Instead of stopping, I slowly started to pull out, watching as my moms ass reluctantly started to allow me to pull up, half way out I pushed down again, this time a little faster. In front of me my mom closed down and bit down on her lip hard enough to turn the pink to white. Again I pushed down until I could feel myself buried inside as deep as I could go, from there I fucked her slowly allowing her body to become used to my size, never pulling out more than half way. 

"Okay, I can do that, but I really have to go!" My mother stated less than forcefully as I slowly plowed my cock into her ass. To prove a point, I pulled up almost all the way out from her anus and pushed back in, a little harder and faster, all she could do was forcefully set her hand down on the bed and grip the sheets tight. 

I let out a long sigh as I pulled my penis out almost all the way and pushed it back in, I knew she was open enough to accept me without pain and shifted from moving only half of the way out to all of the way out, just to push right back in. I watched my mother knead the bed through a bubble of ecstasy as fucked her with every inch I had, still fucking very slow and steady. 

I loved the way she felt, her tight muscles pressing down on my as I slowly fucked her, my pleasure heightened by the fact that she could not move, say a word or utter so much as a single groan. I never knew that this act of love-making could be so pleasurable, about a year ago I accidentally touched my first lovers anus while masturbating her and she scolded me harshly. From then on I always thought that no girl liked that. 

She reached back and gently groped the side of my cheeks and continued down over the front of my hip until she touched my shaft as I continued to invade her in a steady pace. I felt her fingers wrap around the end of my shaft and squeeze very lightly, following as I pulled up and plowed down into her tailhole. To dad, she let out a few hm's, uh-huhs and even a couple mmm's—I wondered if those were really for him. Somehow I noticed her voice from my small bubble, I knew her voice was stressed and continuing to stress, her tone slowly rose with each pump.

Hey dad! What do you think of this? My mind screamed as I pushed down harder and fast, fucking her ass like I would her front. Joan threw the phone to the side and buried her head down into the pillow as deep as she could, as I pumped hard and fast she let out slightly subdued cries and wonderful, teasing moan and once more I slowed down to a crawl.

She pulled her head back out of the pillow and glowered over her shoulder at me, I beamed a smile. "You, David, are damned mean!" 

I smiled with a wink and pulled very slowly towards her entrance, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No--" She whispered and I drilled myself back down as deep as I could go into her hole. The surprise forced a loud moan out from her mouth, I knew she was going to say yes. "Oh god, stop!"

"No." I said in defiance almost scaring myself. "Not until you get off that phone."

She nodded very quick and obediently, reached out and took a hold of the phone and brought it back up to her ear, watching this I slowed my pace down and closed my eyes just feeling the pleasure of her muscles twitch against my member, feeling myself throb with a burning heat inside of her. 

"I have to go." She said in a firm voice, yet I could hear a whimper wanting to escape from below. "I'll phone you when I get to the hotel."

She must have sensed that I was going to enter her with force and speed. She pulled the phone away from her ear, slammed her thumb on a button and tossed the phone near the edge of the bed. Now she cried out as I pulled the head of my cock scant centimeters from the rim of her anus and slammed myself back in, her cry turned into a wickedly thunderous roar. She slammed both hands to the skinned bed and thrust her chest up into the air. 

"fuck me!" My mother cried in a furious heat as I slammed by hands against her thighs with a tight grip, now I was ready to plow into her fast and furiously. "Fuck me, David!"

And I did. Without slowing down to tease her, we were both teased well further than either of us wanted to be, even those slow gentle strokes while she was on the phone teased the hell out of me. I felt her muscles easing off, releasing the near-death grip they had on my rigid shaft, even so I could still feel them pulsating against my member in a desperate, pleasure-filled embrace. 

"Don't stop!" She cried and pushed back starting to fuck me in unison with my thrusts forward. "Don't ever stop!"

I never wanted to stop, the pressure of her body and the ecstasy of fucking my mom up the ass on her bed drove me wild with passion and lust, but even then I started to feel my orgasm creeping up like an aura of bliss, and I did not have a condom on. I was not going to think about that, not until I had to. I slammed against her ass with my cock driving deep into her body as she thrust her hips up off the bed to meet me constantly crying out in pleasure with a mantra of my name. 

I felt exalted as she called my name. I closed my eyes and fucked her hard and fast as I concentrated on the pleasure growing warmly in my shaft and my balls, in my head I moaned and whispered her name: Joan and mom as if this was some sort of dream, slowly as I felt myself pant and beads of sweat pooling on my back, I could hear her name filling my ears as I absently whispered aloud.

And then I threw my eyes open, my orgasm was close, very close. I pushed up with my hands and my hips and pulled my throbbing penis out from her tailhole and landed on my legs, almost throwing myself backwards off the bed. I sat frozen on the bed behind my mother, her ass open and showing her stretched anus to me, a half-puckered hole stained just the faintest brown. I could not move, I could barely breath as I felt my orgasm screaming at me from just below my rock hard skin. 

Joan suddenly slid up on her knees and turned around facing me with fear. She saw my panting and undoubtedly wondered what was wrong. "Hun?" She asked, panting from her own heat. "I was so close to cumming! What's wrong?"

"About to cum." I whispered feeling my cock tingle as the huge wave of absolute rapture quickly slipping back into the murky depths of my groin, back into my needing and quivering body.I had to force myself not to reach down, snap my hard-on up in my hand and beat myself to ecstasy. 

Suddenly she twirled around in a circle on her knees and pushed her legs slightly apart showing me both her wet, inflamed pussy below her puckered, wanting ass. She wiggled her hips and I reached out and slid my finger below her ass and over her wet lips, I felt her shudder above me and the muscles restrict away from my finger in surprise. She relaxed and I went further, I felt the entrance to her pussy and slipped my finger in, waiting until I could start back to work on her, watching as my finger vanished into her. Her whole body shivered again, turning her head over my shoulder she watched me for a moment, in silence I slowly fucked her with my finger.




Joan & David Ch. 03



"Get back in there and don't stop!" She ordered, and I readily complied with a few reserved thoughts. I moved back against her, this time we were in the doggy-position and I watched myself place the head of my hard, sensitive cock against my mothers sex-loosened tailhole. She tensed, the muscles over her back became fairly obvious as I started to push in. "I want to feel you cum!"

I pushed in almost as fast as I had fucked her before, instantly I felt her rumbling around me as if she was a feline purring. I took my time for the first few thrusts until she started pushing back against me breaking my gentle rhythm, after that I pushed hard and fast forcing myself upon her as I had before. I felt her slamming back against my cock much harder than before, hard enough to have my balls slapping against the underside between her legs. 

"Oh David!" She cried as she removed one of her hands from the bed and grabbed the headboard in front of her for balance, forcing herself back against me both faster and harder than before. She was driving me crazy! "Fuck mom's ass!" She panted and took the other hand away, that hand she nearly through between her legs at a break-neck speed. And then she shuddered as soon as her fingers met up with her clit. "oooh...I'm so starved for a cock like yours..."

I was going to give her everything she wanted: a cock in her ass fucking her hard and fast, her boy that she professed wanted to fuck her, and my orgasm. Any reservations I had a few minutes ago drifted away as the intense pleasure started rebuilding.

And then she came. It was not hard to tell she was coming even beyond the wonderful cries of rapture, but I felt her muscles absolutely lock down on my cock almost locking me right there, yet I pushed harder, sliding as hard and forcing her to throw her other hand against the headboard.

"Oh, Mom!" I cried reaching my apex and found myself being thrown into the best orgasm of my life. I thrust hard into my mothers backside and stayed there, my head threw itself up to the roof and my eyes closed. I felt ropes and streams of my orgasm exploding out of my cock deep inside of her ass. My hips and legs shook hard as I expelled my load into her, draining my life-essence of which my lover helped to create eighteen years earlier. 

"Yes! Yes Hun!" Joan cried reaching beyond her wet pussy, up to my sac and gently cupped my balls hanging down hard from use. Her muscles suckled on my cock as I shot everything I had into her, feeling the incredible explosive force after hours of self-pleasure without orgasm and then allowing myself to cum—the kind of orgasm that would fly over my head! "Ohh, yes...." Her voice turned into a low, grumbling hiss.

All too soon my orgasm, my own personal bit of heaven, ended and all I could do was pull myself out giving a small whimpering moan, receiving the same from my mother and collapse down onto my shaking knees gasping for breath. The intense pleasure surrounding my member quickly dropped back into a dull throb, even that would eventually vanish leaving me hungry for more. like before, without the wicked pleasure trying to best me as I felt the imminent onset of my orgasm, I could not move, all of the strength felt as if it had been sapped from my legs, leaving me in front of my mother with her ass in the air and a small line of my cum dripping from her tailhole. 

Joan's strength looked to suddenly give out, she collapsed down onto the bed with a wonderful, satisfied groan as she snuggled her face against the pillow. I swore she would have been purring hard as if she were a feline. She looked up towards the headboard, paused and looked at me with dreamy, half-glazed eyes still panting as hard as myself. She dipped her head for a moment and turned around, scuttling on the bed, her eye caught the phone and stopped for a moment. She reached out and set it on the charger and fully turned, again she slumped onto the bed.

"That – that was wonderful." She whispered, all I could do was pant and nod in agreement. The pleasurable dull throb in my groin agreed fully. I thought, for a moment, that something might have been wrong, a look in her eyes perhaps, but I dismissed it as a delusion of mine.

She pulled herself to me, I gladly took her wonderful form into my arms, together we just sat on the bed basking in the pleasure we shared, a pleasure unknown to us as mother and son. Well, even above and beyond that small fact, this pleasure was completely unknown to me. I was definitly a virgin at ass-play before today.

"If you ever do that again, I will deny you of my body." She said. I could not make out whether she was serious or not, her voice was still shaky from our wonderful experience. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "But enough of that. Wow."

"So, assuming that you liked it, we can do it again?" I asked, of course I knew the answer. I just wanted to hear it with my own ears, male pride or something stupid like that. 

She smiled and glanced up at me, "Not before you take my other hole."

I drew in a deep breath and sighed nodding, "But not until you come back from the funeral."

She paused, glancing over me with confusion. "Are you not coming? She was your aunt after all."

I nodded. "But I doubt the funeral will happen until at least Monday, and I have school."

"Can't you miss a day or two, because it was a family member?" She asked. To prove her own point, I felt her hand sliding up my thigh to my soft member. She wrapped her hand around it gently and bobbed up and down just once. "I could definitely use the support..." She whispered. I don't think it was just support she wanted, on that subject I had no complaints.

I had no reason to deny her blatant request, God knows that I needed a vacation away from the hell and vigors from the life as a student which (thankfully) did not include living off of noodles and Kraft Dinner, beyond all of that I would love to spend time with my lover and finally be able to make love to her slowly and multiple times if she was willing, or however she wanted me.