0 comments/ 6180 views/ 0 favorites The Art of Love By: wiltingdaisy "Shit! I'm going to be late again! Crap!" I yelled to absolutely no one. I ran to my tiny closet and threw open the doors. I pulled out a heather grey Theory pencil skirt and lilac silk blouse that I had purchased on my last scouting trip to Italy. I ran around searching for my keys and couldn't find them anywhere. For having the typical small Manhattan apartment I can never find anything. Granted, my apartment is much nicer than my friends' stereotypical Alphabet City three-bedroom, one-bath places with 6 people crammed in. With one bedroom and a Park Ave. South location, I was definitely doing better than the people with whom I had attended NYU. I was proud of what I had accomplished: I was fully supporting myself and the trust fund that my parents had set aside for me at birth was never touched. Regardless, my lifestyle was much different than the one to which I had become accustomed growing up in Bel Air. I finally found my keys on top of the stove and ran out the door. It was way too late to take the subway so I hailed a cab and made my way to Chelsea. I was dropped off in front of the gallery where I work minutes before opening and threw the key into the lock and ran inside. I threw my Fendi bag down on the desk, turned on the lights and ran to the back and quickly made a pot of coffee. "Celeste! Dahling, are you here? Where are you my pet?" "I'm in the back Donata!" Donata is the owner of the art gallery where I work. She's from Rome and is one of the most beautiful women that I have ever met. She hired me three years ago fresh out of college solely because her name in Italian means "from God" and mine is French for heavenly; she thought that this meant that we were soul mates. Now, three years later, she has put me in charge of her Chelsea gallery and stops by twice a month to make sure that I haven't burnt the place down or run off with a five-hundred thousand dollar painting. "Dahling, there is a fabulous new artiste coming in today from Munich. I think we should sign him. You decide. OK, now, I make some espresso then I go." And like a blur she was gone. I exhaled a sigh of relief that I had the place back to myself again and sat down at the receptionist's desk until Katrina came in at 11. I busied myself with some paperwork and greeted the occasional tourist that came by. Most mornings only tourists came into the gallery, evenings and weekends were when the serious shoppers came by. At 11 on the dot Katrina came in and took over the greeting duties. I moved to my office in the back and flipped through some portfolios that artists had sent in. All of them went in the trash and I started to write some emails when my phone rang. "Celeste Bouvier, how may I help you?" "Hey, it's Kat. There's a Johannes Mayer here to see you." "Thanks, send him in." I ran my fingers through my hair prepared to meet another one of the horrid artists, which Donata routinely shoved my way. I stood up as the door opened and my jaw nearly hit the floor. Johannes was about 6'4" and well-built with tanned skin and sandy blonde hair, completely my type. At that moment I cursed my b-cup chest and 5'2" frame wishing that I were one of those Amazonian women seen in the Victoria's Secret catalogue. "Hi, I'm Johannes, nice to meet you," he said with a slight accent. "Celeste, my pleasure, please have a seat," I said. Thankfully I had regained my composure in time not to look like a blubbering idiot. "So, Donata didn't really tell me anything about you or your work, would you mind filling me in a bit?" He talked for about five minutes telling me how he had grown up in a small town outside of Berlin and had moved to Munich when he was 16 to pursue art. His family didn't understand and he had very little contact with them since. He worked odd jobs to support himself and his art until he had a successful show in Germany a few years ago. He's now trying to break into the New York art scene and was lucky enough to run into Donata at an art show in Zurich a few weeks ago. As he was talking, all I could think about was him fucking me right then and there on my desk and I was getting wetter and wetter. I truly was trying to concentrate on what he was saying but the thought of him taking me from behind kept popping into my head. I cleared my throat and asked if I could see his portfolio. He flashed his gorgeous smile and nervously handed it to me. I slowly flipped through his work and was greatly impressed. He reminded me of Basquiat with a touch of Schnabel thrown in for good measure. Unlike these other two artists, Johannes' work spoke to me on an even deeper level and I was speechless looking at his works. I looked across the desk at Johannes who was nervously biting his bottom lip. "How much do you normally sell your canvases for?" "Uh, about 6,000 to 8,000 euro. Why? Do you think that's too much?" I smiled and looked into his deep-blue eyes. "I think that I could sell them for at least ten times that. Herr Mayer, the Donata Pilato Gallery would like to offer you an exclusive two-year contract, what do you say?" "Mein Gott! Ja! Yes! Thank you! Danke!" "Perfect!" I laughed. "How about dinner tonight at Buddakan to celebrate? My treat" "Absolutely," he said. "But of course I have to pay because a woman as beautiful as you should never pay for her own dinner." "You're just saying that because I want to sign you." "No, because you... Ok, yes, but you are also very beautiful." I smiled. "So, how about you come by here around 8 and we'll head over?" "Wonderful, see you then." At lunch I ran down the street to Balenciaga and grabbed a great dress for way more than I should probably be paying for a dress. Since my lunch hour was almost over I grabbed a pretzel and diet coke from the hot dog vendor on the corner and went back to the gallery. At 7:45 I changed into my new dress, ran a brush through my hair and touched up my make-up. 8:00 rolled around and Johannes showed up right on time. "You look wonderful! Wow!" "Thanks, Johannes. You don't look half bad yourself. Ready?" We walked down 9th Ave. until we reached the restaurant. Dinner was much the same as our meeting: Johannes talking with me listening and occasionally nodding while constantly thinking about how all I wanted to do was get my brains fucked out by this gorgeous man. I kept telling myself that I had to be professional, this was a work dinner, but I kept getting wetter and wetter thinking about his strong body working my petite one over. "Is everything ok, Celeste?" Snapping back into reality I told him that everything was fine. "Are you sure? You look a little... how do you say? Flushed?" "It's just been a long few days at work, but it's better now that we're here having dinner." From there the night got progressively better and I felt more at ease around Johannes. He laughed when I told him stories about going to NYU and sneaking into clubs through the back door because we were underage. Several drinks later we stumbled out of the restaurant. We held hand laughing down the street when I finally got the courage to do what I had been wanting to do all night. I stopped and Johannes turned around. I pulled him close to me and he leaned down and kissed me. We made out there on the sidewalk for about ten minutes when I pulled away for some air. "Where's your apartment?" I asked. "I'm staying with a friend in Brooklyn," he said leaning down and kissing me again. I pulled away and hailed a taxi. "Park between 38th and 39th," I told the driver. A few minutes later we pulled up at my building. Dan, my doorman, opened the door and we ran in. We were frantically pulling off our clothes in the elevator and running our hands all over each other's bodies. The elevator stopped at my floor and we quickly walked to my apartment. "God, I've wanted you from the minute I saw you," Johannes cooed as he kissed my neck while unzipping my dress. "I could barely keep my mind on our meeting, I just kept thinking about..." "Thinking about what?" he asked. I turned around and smiled while I opened my door. I threw my keys somewhere on the floor while he slipped the straps of my dress off of my shoulders. My dress fell to the floor and I turned around and started to take off his jeans. "Nein," was all he said as he carried me to my bed. He started kissing my neck and slowly moved down to my breasts. He grabbed my left breast was he sucked on my hardened right nipple. His side hand moved down side and caressed my stomach and hips. His mouth moved to my left nipple as his hand moved down to my thigh. I tried to get up because I really wanted to take his cock out of his pants, but he pushed me back down onto the bed. He moved his body down, teasing me by lightly tracing his fingers up and down my thighs, each time coming closer and closer to my aching pussy. He moved my legs gently apart and moved his face down between my thighs. He breathed heavily on my swollen clit and gently traced his fingers over me. Suddenly he threw his face down and feverishly sucked on my clit and put a finger inside of me. He licked and sucked me faster then slower repeating this and driving me wild. He stuck a second finger inside of me and started to work quicker and quicker. "Oh, God, oh, God, I'm coming! Johannes, I'm coming!" He didn't move from his position and kept working me until I came harder than I had ever before. I sat there laying on the bed for a few minutes trying to regain myself. I sat up and smiled. "Come here, it's your turn now." "No, this is all about you tonight." He pushed me back down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. We kissed passionately for a few minutes when I reached down and was finally able to unzip Johannes. He flipped over and I pulled his jeans and boxers off and lowered my mouth to his 8-inch cock. I couldn't fit it all into my mouth but I tried my best. I teased him with my tongue and lips for a few minutes while he groaned with delight. "Come here, I want to make love to you." I crawled up with a smile on my face and he gently laid me on my back. He placed himself on top of me and pushed me in and out of me, using several thrusts before he was finally able to fully fit inside of me. He slowly quickened the pace until we were fucking furiously, knocking the headboard against the wall repeatedly. I pushed him off of me and flipped around and got on all fours. He kneeled behind me and grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and harder until we both came at the same time. "So," I said, "we should do this again sometime." Johannes leaned over and kissed me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The Art of Love TODAY... The nude model had held her pose for over an hour. Her posture was like a languid cat sitting in the sun. One leg hung down from a plush, velvet chair while her other leg dangled over the arm of the chair leaving her legs spread open invitingly. Her head was angled up and away from the rest of her body causing her ebony hair to sweep dramatically across her shoulders. A shaft of sunlight lit her torso, highlighting the bronze tones of her flawless skin. Her erect nipples cast tiny shadows from the lighting. Each nipple was long, dark and full and sat on top of large, shapely breasts. Her stomach was toned but not muscled. Between her slightly open legs, a tiny, trimmed patch of pubic hair pointed the way down to her womanhood. The light beamed directly on her shaved pussy lips. Because of her pose, a slit of pink was visible. The exposed folds of genitalia were glistening from her sexual excitement and her erotic fluid had created a small wet spot on the chair fabric. The only evidence of the model's age was her face. Although her high cheekbones and full lips depicted timeless beauty, tiny wrinkles around her green eyes and generous mouth suggested she was older than she looked. A male artist was finishing a portrait of the stunning model posed so erotically just a few feet away. Anyone's mind's eye image of a portrait painter would clash radically with the actual scene in the room. Improbably, although the artist was seated, the canvas was on the floor in front of him. But more astonishingly, the paint brush was held between the toes of the artist, while he applied delicate strokes of oil paint to the canvas. The reason for the use of the artist's toes was immediately evident when the rest of the painter's body was seen. Like the model, the artist was totally naked. Unlike the flawless model, the artist was terribly flawed. His broad shoulders ended abruptly; he had no arms whatsoever. Other than the shocking lack of upper appendages, the man looked like a Greek god. His bronzed skin was strikingly similar to the model's coloring. Because he was perched on the edge of his chair, his manhood hung down freely, pointing in the direction of his painting. Although he was only slightly erect, his cock was abnormally long and slender with a pink circumcised head. Because the artist did not have a single hair on his body, his large, egg-shaped testicles were clearly visible and drooped loosely from his body. Abruptly the artist placed the sable tipped brush into a jar of turpentine. He gracefully stood up from his chair and arched his back without losing his balance. After his stretch, he walked silently over to the model, his hardening prick bobbing up and down with each step. He stopped directly in front of the model's chair and stared directly at her wet pussy. As he gazed at the pink slit between her legs, his long prick inched upward as it engorged with blood lust. A clear drop of pre-cum hung on the tip of his cock head. "Allison? I'm done for the day", the artist whispered, breaking her trance. The model turned her head slowly toward the voice and took in the sight of the artist standing so straight and tall in front of her. She dropped her eyes down from his armless torso to his stiffening penis. Without saying a word, she leaned forward until her mouth was within an inch of his hardened cock. She wet her lips and then slowly reached out with her wet tongue and caught the pearl of slick pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. She brought the small amount of cum slowly back into her mouth, a tendril of his fluid connecting his cock with her mouth. Her eyes looked upward at his face and smiled lovingly at him. "I've been fantasizing about this for an hour, Jason", she told him. "I'm ready to finish our session Mother". NINE MONTHS EARLIER... Allison's eyes brimmed over with hot tears. She didn't think there were tears left in her body after crying continuously for the last week. However, when she glanced at her 18 year old son standing so tall, slim and handsome beside her, Alli couldn't hold back the emotions that were washing over her like a series of tidal waves. Alli returned her blurred vision back to the funeral service that she and her only child, Jason, were front row participants. The urn in the front of the church bore her husband's ashes, which would soon be scattered over the cliff in front of their Malibu mansion. The church service was the final act of what seemed to be a Greek tragedy in her emotionally scarred mind. Only one week ago, her husband of 20 years was the picture of health. Then his heart exploded without warning, ending his life in an instant. In shock, Alli had dealt with the practical aspects of being a sudden widow, but there was a second shock waiting for her that week when she met with her husband's long time attorney and financial advisor. Alli and her husband were quite wealthy, even by Malibu standards. A substantial inheritance was Alli's contribution to her marriage, but it was her husband's investing genius that turned that seed money into a massive fortune. Or so she thought. When Alli met with the attorney she had expected nothing but a continuation of the pampered life she had been living. Instead, the message he delivered was utter ruination. In the last year her husband had gambled their entire fortune on a business scheme that had exploded in his face, much like his heart had a week ago. Instead of financial stability, the attorney was recommending bankruptcy to protect her home, cars and personal belongings. Even as the double shock of death and financial disaster battered Alli's mind, she suddenly bolted upright and whispered, "What about Jason's trust?" The attorney's face betrayed the answer before he spoke the words, "Gone too". Alli's mind reeled with the enormity of what she had just heard. The first act of her Greek tragedy took place 18 years before. Alli had to take some experimental drugs during her pregnancy due a genetic condition in her family. A perfect baby was born except for two gut-wrenching facts; Jason, Alli's dream child, was born without arms. The drug company quickly settled with Alli and her husband, which resulted in a trust that would care for Jason the rest of his life. That is until the moment the attorney dealt her the second financial shock in his plush office. Thus, Alli sat next to her beautiful son, whose suit coat sleeves were filled with prosthetic arms and hands, in place solely as to not draw attention to his abnormality. Because Jason had no arm appendages whatsoever, only limited prosthetic movement was possible. Jason's trust and the family wealth had cushioned the psychic blow of his condition by paying for unlimited rehabilitation and live-in nanny services. SIX MONTHS LATER... Ingrid, Jason's Swedish nanny and nurse for the last 15 years, stood sobbing on the steps of the Malibu mansion. The moving men were hauling out the last of the furniture, belying the fact that the heavily mortgaged home was also a casualty of the financial ruin of Alli and Jason's lives. Alli had been forced into selling the mansion and firing Ingrid to preserve the relatively small equity left in the home. What weighed on Alli's mind the most as she held Ingrid tightly in her arms was the enormity of losing the lifeline Ingrid represented to Jason. Ingrid had been Jason's arms and hands for all practical purposes. However, rehabilitation and physical therapy had taught Jason to do many remarkable things with his toes and legs that would seem impossible to normal people. Jason could easily hold eating utensils in his toes and feed himself with flexibility that would make a yoga master envious. He also had an unexpected talent that Ingrid had discovered when she endeavored to give Jason a normal child's life. Jason had an enormous talent for artistic painting by clutching the brushes with his toes. However, what Alli dreaded to ask Ingrid before she left them for good was related to the most intimate aspects of Jason's care. Over the years Alli had turned a blind eye to the fact that Ingrid had taken care of Jason's fundamental needs as he grew older. No matter how agile he was with his legs, feet and toes he could not perform certain critical hygienic functions. Alli knew she had to ask Ingrid about some of these issues before Jason joined them on the steps. Finally, she got up the nerve to stammer, "Ingrid, I have avoided this question for too long. I know you helped Jason with, um, personal hygiene. Can you tell me what I need to do?" Ingrid clutched Alli close to her and whispered, "You have an amazing son who will guide you. Your mutual love will find a way." LATER THAT DAY TRAVELING IN THE CAR... Alli gripped the steering wheel so hard it left her knuckles white. She was terribly nervous about the inevitable conversation she must have with Jason. The modest home they were moving to was just ahead. Finally, Alli cleared her throat and managed to croak out, "Jason, we need to talk about how I am going to care for you". Jason's face flushed with embarrassment. He turned his face toward the car window and mumbled, "I know Mom". "You will have to tell me what Ingrid did for you and guide me a little," she said gently. Jason heaved a huge sigh and while still facing the window whispered, "You know I can most things with my toes, but it's the bathroom functions that are the biggest obstacles." Alli lightheartedly stated, "Jason, you know I took care of you when you were in diapers, so it's not like it will be the first time I've helped you!" "I know Mom, but I'm not a baby anymore." "We will get through this, honey." LATER THAT DAY IN THE HOUSE... Alli and Jason looked around at their cluttered home. The movers had left them and they sat opposite each other in their sun room. Alli said brightly, "I think we should have a beer to toast our new home! What do you think Jason?" She jumped up before Jason could say anything and ran to the kitchen. Alli came back with two Corona beers with limes bubbling inside the bottles. Jason kicked off a sandal and reached for the beer with his foot. He slipped the neck of the bottle between his big toe and second toe and gracefully lifted his leg up to his face and tipped a long drink into his mouth. Alli laughed and exclaimed, "Hey, don't wait for the toast!" She tilted her bottle at Jason and said lovingly, "Here's to our new life". She too, took a long pull on the bottle of beer. Both of them drank the rest of their beers very quickly. Alli arose, grabbed both empty bottles and quickly returned with two more. It was apparent that both mother and son were using the alcohol to cover their nervousness about the sensitive subject in the car. It wasn't long before a third and fourth Corona disappeared. Alli was getting visibly tipsy as she skipped back and forth to the refrigerator. "Honey, I need to use the little girl's room. I'll be right back." As Alli sat down on the toilet, she suddenly realized that if she had to pee so badly, Jason must need to also. Her uneasiness returned with a rush. She knew it was time to face reality. When Alli came back into the sun room, she looked at Jason and said firmly but with a wry smile, "Son, I know you have to go to the bathroom with all that beer you drank. Let's get it over with before I lose my nerve and you pee your pants!" Jason stood up quickly and without meeting his mother's eyes, walked resolutely to the bathroom. Alli followed him in and looked up at him as he stood in front of the toilet. She was determined to maintain eye contact with him as she fumbled for the zipper of his pants. Finally, she found the zipper and pulled it down. Alli reached into his pants and encountered his boxer shorts. As she was seeking the fly hole, she felt his cock through the silky material. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she looked up at the ceiling to avoid his eyes. Finally, she found the fly and reached inside and grasped his penis. Alli gave an involuntary gasp as she pulled his cock out of his pants. She had vowed to not look down, but as soon as she held his prick in her petite hand she realized her son was extremely well hung. Her eyes looked down and widened slightly because his soft prick was twice as long as the width of her hand. "Ok, honey, I'm ready if you are", Alli said bravely. "Oh god, Mother, I'm not sure I can go now," Jason said with dread. "This is so embarrassing." "It's ok Jason. I know how difficult this is. But, I happen to remember an old trick from potty training. Wait a minute." Alli reached over to the sink that was right next to them and turned on the water. She dipped her fingers in the water and then sprinkled some drops on his penis. As soon as she did that, Jason erupted with a stream of urine that shot into the toilet. Alli could feel the flow of pee through his penis and watched with wonder at her hand holding this incredible piece of meat. She felt involuntary warmth between her legs and tried to banish such impure thoughts from her head. His stream seemed to go on forever. When Jason finally finished, a drop of urine hung on the end of his prick. After a long pause Jason cleared his throat, "Um, Mom, I'm done." Alli jerked out of her semi-trance and in doing so pulled his cock slightly. She hurriedly tried to stuff Jason's big dick back into his pants. In her rush to finish, Alli fumbled around and ended up with her hand tangled in his boxers. "Oh my god, Jason, I'm so sorry," as she tried to wrench her hand out of his pants. While doing so she felt a slight twitch of his cock. "I promise I will do this better next time!" "It's ok Mom. We both have a lot of adjusting to do." THE NEXT MORNING... Alli knocked lightly on Jason's door. The previous night had ended with an easier feeling for both of them, because she helped him pee several more times without mishap. But each time, there was an odd but distinct reaction on both of their parts to the intimacy of a mother handling the sexual tool of her son. She had put Jason to bed by removing his pants but leaving his boxers on. She didn't dare ask if he slept nude. Alli had gone to her bedroom and when she finally slept, she had a highly erotic dream that left her slightly aroused when she woke. "Come in," she heard her son say. She entered and found him worming his way to the edge of the bed. Alli glanced down at his crotch and couldn't help but notice a huge erection. Jason looked up and noticed where his mother's attention was focused. "Um, Mom, I can't get up just yet." "That's ok honey, I think I understand," as she patted his cheek. She couldn't keep her eyes off his hard dick though. "It's natural, isn't it, first thing in the morning?" Alli kept up a light conversation until Jason's bulging erection subsided. "Ok, let's get you to the bathroom and start our first day together," she said lovingly. A FEW MINUTES LATER IN THE BATHROOM... After helping Jason relieve himself, Alli knew the next steps of helping Jason with personal hygiene was a more intimate act than most husbands and wives experience, much less a son and mother. She tried to keep it light by asking, "WWID?" Jason cocked an eyebrow at his mother and asked, "What?" "What Would Ingrid Do?" she asked impishly. "Ah, I see. Well, we always start by her shaving me. But, Mom, I have a confession to make. Ingrid was always so practical. Maybe it was her Scandinavian background. Anyway, she would shave me in the shower," he stated at last. "Okaaaaay. I guess I understand. That means we are both in the shower doesn't it? That does seem practical, all right," Alli said as the now familiar warmth fired up between her legs. "Um, may I ask what Ingrid wore when she helped you in the shower?" "Well, remember that she was practical," Jason hinted. Alli looked up at Jason with a determined look in her eye. "All right, let's get started." She went over to the shower and started the water running. Alli gathered Jason's shaving cream, four blade razor, soap and shampoo and placed them on the ledges in the shower stall. She turned to Jason and said, "Ok, come here, sweetie." Jason walked over with his armless torso and stood in front of his mother. Alli reached down to his boxers and slowly pulled them down. His cock hung down long and large in front of his mother's face as she leaned over to pull his underwear all the way down. "Get in to the shower! I'll be there in just a minute," she said with a husky voice. Alli walked over to the sink after she pushed the shower door shut. She was dressed in a black silk nightgown and matching robe and she knew it was time to cross a new threshold. She slipped off her robe and then lowered her negligee from her shoulders. Alli worked hard to maintain her shape, even though it seemed for nothing without a man in her life. Her nipples hardened when they were exposed to the cooler air. She dropped the silky nightwear to the floor and looked at her body in the mirror. She almost dropped to her knees with the rush of desire that surged through her body. "I'm coming in Jason," she called out bravely. Alli opened the shower door and stepped into the oversized shower. It was steamy because of the hot water so Jason was like a phantom in the misty air. Jason looked down at his mother and audibly gasped. He knew she was in good shape because he'd seen her in a bikini at their mansion's pool, but naked, she looked like a magazine model. Her tits stood up prominently, defying gravity. Alli's hips were rounded but only in a positive womanly shape. Her black pubic hair was trimmed short and in a narrow band directly above her pussy lips. Alli looked at Jason and had her own silent moment of awe. Although his armless torso would disconcert many, to her it made his strong torso even more prominent. His slim hips drew her attention and her mouth opened slightly when she noticed that he was completely hairless around his cock. After a long moment of taking in each other's bodies, Alli cleared her throat and said, "Where do I start?" Jason nodded toward the shaving gear and said, "Ingrid would shave me first." Alli looked up at Jason and said, "You are going to have to sit down on that ledge so I can reach you properly." Jason sat down obediently and now looked up at his mother whose wet breasts were now eye level to him. Alli busied herself with his shaving cream and lathered her hands. She leaned forward and stroked the silky cream on his face and head with both hands. After he was completely lathered, she reached over and picked up the razor. Her tongue was slightly between her teeth in a look of total concentration. Jason watched her intensity and felt a rush of love. Alli swiped the razor across his stubble and rinsed each time in the shower stream. She raised his chin and crouched slightly to get low enough to see his neck. Because of the tight quarters her legs straddled one of his legs. As Alli dipped down, her pussy touched his knee. Jason jerked like a Taser had shocked him. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. He had never felt so conflicted in his life. His mother was arousing him but yet he knew it was wrong. He concentrated on counting backwards so he wouldn't show his arousal. Alli felt Jason jump and knew what had likely caused it. She too, felt a rush of desire as her pussy lips touched his hard leg. What she really wanted to do was rub her inflamed lips across his leg to satisfy her unforeseen desire. "Stay still baby! I don't want to cut you," Alli exclaimed to diffuse the situation. Alli finished the shaving and stood back to admire her work. "I think I did a pretty good job Jason," she stated brightly. "What else do I need to do?" The Art of Love "Mom, I suspect you have already noticed that I am shaved down below. I do like the bare feeling and I hope that I can still do that," Jason said shyly. "Of course, honey," Alli said bravely, as her knees weakened even further at the thought of getting so intimate with her son's private area. Alli looked around the small area and stuttered, "W-we need to change positions so I can shave you properly." Jason stood up gracefully and in a moment of uncertainty, Alli and Jason tried unsuccessfully to not to touch each other when they changed places. Alli's erect nipples brushed her son's torso and his slightly erect cock touched her hand as they moved. Alli sat down gratefully because she feared her knees were going to buckle with all the sexual stimuli in the shower. "Come a little closer, Jason," she commanded with mock authority. Jason's cock bobbed closer to Alli's face when he stepped forward. She reached over to the shaving cream and lathered her hands again. She began covering his pubic area first and then slid her small hands under and around his hanging balls. Her breath caught in her throat as her hands massaged the slippery foam on his gigantic balls. Alli did not truly understand her actions as she began to shave his pubic area and testicles. She seemed to go outside herself like a Zen master walks across hot coals. With his long, pink prick in her hand she smoothly shaved the short stubble off his body. Jason was in agony and in ecstasy at the same time. His cock was being held by his beautiful mother while she removed the lather and hair from his intimate areas. He felt his prick involuntarily respond to her touch and it begin to expand in her hand. Alli knew what was happening but she could not stop herself. Her son's cock was growing by the second in her tiny hand and she was terribly aroused herself. She crossed her legs in an effort to slow herself down, but her swollen clit was pressed together by her legs and she almost cried out. Because the lather was so slippery, her hands were inadvertently stroking his cock bigger and bigger. Jason groaned as his mother cupped his balls with one hand and continued to stroke his fully erect cock with her other hand. Almost as if she were outside her own body, Alli leaned forward and kissed the head of Jason's cock. It had been so long since she had been intimate with a man she was quickly losing track of the fact the hard prick nearly in her mouth was her son's. Jason was in the same twilight zone as his mother. When she kissed his cock, he involuntarily pushed forward and his hard shaft entered her wet, slippery mouth. When his cock head crossed the threshold of her luscious lips, he knew there was no turning back. Alli could not believe that her son's beautiful sleek prick was now in her mouth. She moaned as she took Jason deeper in her hot mouth. The shower was beating down on both of them; the water sluicing down their naked bodies, but neither of them remembered they were there for bathing reasons. Jason would have loved to hold his mother's head in his hands while he fucked her beautiful mouth. Because of his deformity, the only alternative was to force his torso forward so her head was wedged in the corner of the shower. As Jason became more and more animated with his pelvic thrusting, Alli gripped his wet ass and held on to give him what he so obviously needed. She gagged a little as his long, hard pole hit the back of her throat. Alli couldn't help but compare her late husband's cock with her son's. Jason was definitely longer but her husband was a little thicker. She always enjoyed giving a spectacular blow job and she knew how to relax her throat to swallow her husband's prick. Jason's incredible length was a new challenge. She put her hands on both of his ass cheeks and slowly pulled him to her. Alli opened her throat and allowed Jason's hard cock to go deep into her. Her lips were now next to his shaved pubic bone with half of his cock down her throat. Alli breathed through her nose to keep fucking his hard prick. Jason could not believe what he was seeing and experiencing. He looked down and saw his cock disappearing into his beautiful mother's mouth. His cock was jerking as if it had a life of its own. He knew he should withdraw before he ejaculated but the rapture of the moment was overpowering. Alli knew Jason was close to cumming. She wanted him to put every drop of his seed in her mouth and she was not going to lose the opportunity. The soap was within reach so she reached over and rubbed her fingers across the slippery surface. Then she spread his ass cheeks with her other hand and rubbed her soapy finger around his anus. He felt her finger probe his asshole. Jason groaned as her slender finger slipped into his back hole and began massaging his prostate. With no warning he felt as if his whole body was ejaculating into her mouth at that moment. The intensity of the moment was greater than his mind could comprehend. Alli knew her son would cum as soon as her finger entered him. His body tensed and shuddered when she slid her finger in and out of him. She had his cock half-way down her throat when his first eruption occurred. His hot sperm gushed deep into her throat and made her gag because of its volume. Jason knew that he was out of control, but even in this state, he knew that he was choking his beloved mother. He pulled back out of her throat and mouth but as he did, another spasm of cum jetted out of his iron hard rod. The hot cum splattered on Alli's face; the slimy liquid covering her eyes and slowly dripped down to her mouth. She didn't want him to pull out but loved him even more for respecting her comfort. Alli used her fingers to wipe her son's sperm from her face and licked her fingers greedily. At the same time, she kept up a slow finger fucking of his sleek asshole. Jason's cock drooped slightly as he came down from the incredible high he had just been on. Alli leaned forward and sucked his softening prick back into her mouth. She milked his cock for the last drops of hot cum still in him. Alli looked up at Jason with his half erect dick in her mouth and knew that there was no going back from this overwhelming experience. She knew that as long as Jason needed her, she would be there for him and would do anything to make his life full. Jason looked down at his mother with love and adoration. He could not believe that his life could take such a forbidden, yet erotic turn after all the adversity of the last months. His mother was looking up at him with her intense green eyes with his cock in her mouth and he knew that it wouldn't be long before they took their love to a new level. SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE...