Mom's Special Massage

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental unless otherwise stated.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.  This story and the main character within are inspired by the Xev Bellringer video, “The Intimacy Retreat Part II” which was produced, directed, and released by Xev Bellringer.)

After a little more than 25 years of marriage during which she had been a devoted, dutiful housewife who stayed at home and took care of raising her two kids, Darla Adkins decided that it was time to do something else with her life.  Her two children, Rose and Robert (Bobby for short) had both grown up, with Rose now being away at college and Bobby in his senior year of high school, which meant that her 18-year-old son would soon be moving out himself.  He had made no secret of his intentions to enlist in the military once he graduated from high school, something that his father was thrilled about but that she wasn’t too happy with.  But she wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he wanted to do with his life, just as now she was determined not to let anything stop her from doing what she wanted to do with hers.

So over the objections of her husband who thought that she should remain a stay-at-home mom even though there really wasn’t any need for her to stay at home any longer, she went out and signed up for a massage therapy class with the intention of becoming a licensed massage therapist.  Her husband, a very straight-laced (some might say ‘uptight’) conservative man with little imagination or willingness to try new things was 100% against the idea, and for the first time in their entire married life Darla stood her ground.  There were times when Darla wondered how they’d managed to stay married for so long, but she loved him for reasons she couldn’t quite put her finger on and after all this time there really was no going back.  She really wanted to do this, so she did it anyway despite her husband’s objections.

Three months later she was grinning from ear to ear when she hung her framed massage therapist state license on the wall of her newly renovated at-home massage therapy room.  This room was something else that Carl, her husband, had objected to, but once again she went ahead and did it anyway.  When she finished hanging up her license she turned around and looked at the room, hands on her hips, a big smile on her face.

“I did it!” she said aloud to herself, looking at the massage table in the center of the room with the accessories stand next to it that contained her oils, towels, and other tools of her new trade.   “I actually did it!  Now all I need are customers,” she said, a slight frown crossing her face.  “Guess it’s time to go advertise!” she said after a minute, leaving the room and heading for her husband’s study to use the computer. 

She was busy posting ads on the internet when she heard the front door open and then close, followed by footsteps on the hardwood floor.  She looked up at the clock and saw the time, then realized that it was her son, Bobby, coming home from baseball practice.  A few moments later he appeared in the doorway, his practice uniform soiled and dirty, his dark brown hair disheveled beneath the baseball cap perched on the back of his head, and his face streaked with sweat.  He smiled at his mom when he saw her, and she had the unconscious thought that even looking as worn out as he did, her son was a strapping, handsome young man.

‘He’s actually pretty hot!’ she thought to herself without realizing it.

“Hi, Mom!” he said, leaning against the doorway as she turned around to look at him.

“Hi, honey!” she replied, smiling at him.  “Good practice today?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, it was, but I’m tired, dirty, and I need a shower bad,” he said, smiling back.  “I’m also so sore I can hardly move!” he said, lifting his arm up and rotating it from the shoulder to work the kinks out.

“I know just the thing for that!” Darla said, her face lighting up.  “How about I give you my first-ever massage after you take your shower?” she asked, a big smile on her face.  “It’ll give me a chance to practice on someone I know won’t complain about me, and it’ll make you feel better too – if I do it right, that is,” she said.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right, you’re a licensed massage therapist now, aren’t you?” Bobby said, returning his mom’s smile. 

“I sure am, and I’d be thrilled to have you as my first customer!” she said, beaming at him.

“Guinea pig, you mean!” he said, teasing her.  “Sure, Mom, that’d be great!  Just let me go shower first,” he said.

“You do that, and I’ll go get ready!” Darla replied, getting up from the chair as Bobby turned and walked towards his room at the end of the hall.  She went back to her massage room to make sure she had all that she needed for her first massage, and when that was done she went to her bedroom to change into her brand-new massage therapist outfit.  She went over to her closet and opened the door, reaching in and taking out one of the three outfits she had bought.  She held it up in front of her and looked at it for a moment, remembering the discussion she’d had with Carl when she told him she needed to buy some clothes for work.

The outfits she ended up buying weren’t the ones she was initially thinking of.  She wanted to buy some white t-shirts and white pants like she’d seen the other massage therapists who had come to teach her class had been wearing, but Carl had other ideas.  He had insisted on the more traditional and old-fashioned nurse’s uniform that consisted of a fairly short one-piece dress with a high collar.

“If you’re gonna be a woman in the medical career field, then you should at least look like a woman,” he said, “and not like some goddam Swiss ladyboy massage jockey!”

She had won all of the other battles about this with him, so she decided to give in just this once and buy the outfit that he insisted on.  Besides, she could always change later and get the outfits that she wanted once she had proven herself, and she didn’t have to tell Carl about it at all, did she?

She smiled to herself as she laid the uniform out on the bed, then slipped out of her shoes, jeans and shirt.  She left her black lacy bra and thong panties on as she reached for the uniform to put it on.  She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror next to the closet, then stopped to turn and look at herself in the mirror.  She smiled at what she saw, partially because she liked the image and partially because this was a part of her that Carl never knew existed and would most likely never know.

The one feminine and sexy thing Darla allowed herself in her straight-laced life with Carl was her lingerie.  She knew that she’d be the only one who ever saw it, but she had quite the collection of lacy, sexy, barely-there lingerie hidden away in the bottom drawer of her dresser.  She only wore them when Carl wasn’t around because she didn’t really feel like having to listen to his crap about her “slutty underwear” every time she got undressed.  That was the main reason that she got ready for bed in the bathroom every night instead of doing it in the bedroom in front of Carl. 

Darla had been somewhat of a wild child in college, but despite her well-earned ‘party girl’ reputation she had only had sex with three men in her entire life, and Carl was the third.  For reasons that she wasn’t quite sure of today she had fallen in love with him, and readily said yes when he asked her to marry him.  Against her parent’s wishes she dropped out of college to marry Carl, who did the same thing.  They were married in the local Justice of the Peace office, and at 20 years of age they set about making a home and a life for themselves.

The first year was good even though the money was tight, but once she became pregnant and gave birth to their first child Carl’s outlook on things changed.  And when he got a much-desired (and much-needed) promotion at work, his outlook changed even more.  He dropped his own ‘party boy’ attitude and took on the role of responsible father, but as time had gone by he had taken this role to a new level.  He was so conservative and straight-laced now that he and Darla hardly ever had sex anymore, and deep inside her soul she knew that if things didn’t change soon it would be the end of them.

She had a feeling that end would come when Bobby left home for the service.  Once that happened there wouldn’t be any reason for her to stay with Carl, and that was the main reason that she decided to become a massage therapist – she was preparing herself for “Life AC,” or “After Carl.”

And she was pretty sure that “Life AC” was going to happen in less than three months.  It was mid-April, and Bobby was set to leave for boot camp a mere eleven days after he graduated in June.  Time was indeed short and getting shorter by the day.

Darla stood looking at her reflection in the mirror as these thoughts went through her mind, and as she brought herself back to reality she wondered once again just what Carl didn’t see in her anymore.  She knew in her heart that she was pretty, even sexy, and each time she looked at herself she felt this way.  She had given birth to their daughter when she was 21 and Bobby had followed a year later, but despite carrying two children she definitely didn’t have the typical ‘mom bod’ that other mothers her age had.  She had been very careful about taking care of herself her whole life, especially when she was pregnant and in the years after.  And now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she could once again see how it had all paid off.

With the exception of her breasts being slightly saggy from having nursed two children, she had the same body she’d had when she was in college.  Her stomach was flat with just the tiniest bit of plump to it (a leftover from her pregnancies that she simply couldn’t get rid of) and her ass was firm, her legs long and lean as always.  The only thing she wasn’t completely happy with was her breasts; she had been a D cup in college and had gone up to a double D when she was pregnant, flirting with a triple D cup during her last pregnancy, and when she lost all of the weight after giving birth to Bobby she lost a lot of volume to her bustline as well.  This was typical with all women, and she was careful not to lose too much weight so as to prevent her breasts from sagging down to her knees by the time she was 40.  But now she was indeed a 40-year-old mother of two, and all things considered she thought she looked pretty damned good.  Her body looked good and her breasts sagged just a little bit, but she could live with it.

She ran her hands over her body as she looked at her reflection, letting her fingers run over her nipples through her lacy bra as she did.  She’d always had big nipples that were very prominent, and her pregnancies had made them both bigger and more sensitive.  She shuddered a bit when her fingers ran over them on the outside of her bra, then sighed as she ran her hands down her stomach to her mound that was covered by the thong she was wearing.  She kept just the tiniest bit of a ‘landing strip’ down there, more like a little flame of pubic hair than anything else, another thing about her that Carl was oblivious to.  She kept the rest of her pussy shaved smooth, simply because she wanted to.  (It also made masturbating with her dildo easier as well, something else that Carl knew nothing about.)

As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she wondered again just what had happened to cause Carl to lose interest in having sex with her, and it dismayed her to realize that she would probably never know.  All she knew right now was that she was craving the attention of a man so badly that sometimes it ached deep inside her to a place that she could only reach with her longest of sex toys.  She had a secret collection of dildos and vibrators that rivaled her lingerie collection, and was kept in the same place.  Her favorite was a long, thick, ultra-realistic dildo the company that made it called “Dirk,” and at 8 ½ inches long and 6 inches around it was more than enough to get the job done.  It had taken her the better part of 6 months to save up the money to buy it without Carl finding out about it, and she had it delivered to her best friend’s house so she could keep it a secret.

She admired herself in the mirror for a few moments more, turning so she could look over her shoulder at her butt, then turned back to the bed and picked up the uniform to put it on.  Five minutes later she was dressed and ready to give her first massage to her son, stopping by the closed bathroom door on her way to the massage room.

“Bobby?” she said, knocking on the door.

“Yeah, Mom?” he replied from inside.

“When you’re finished don’t get dressed, just wrap the towel around your waist and come into the massage room, okay?” she said.  “I have dry towels there that you can use to cover up your…well, you know, right?” she said, hesitating when she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I know, Mom,” Bobby replied.  “I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Okay, see you there!” she said, then continued on to the massage room.  She was wearing a pair of flat shoes on her feet instead of the white nurse’s shoes the clerk at the store had tried to sell her, so she made little noise as she walked down the hall towards her massage room.  She went inside and made one last check of the items she would need, trying not to be too nervous about giving her first massage.  The fact that she was about to see her own son naked except for a towel covering his vital parts was also making her nervous, and she wasn’t sure how she would react – but she was determined to continue.  After all, who better to break the ice with than her son?  He would be the most forgiving subject she would ever have, so it only made sense for him to be her ‘first,’ so to speak.

‘But is that the only reason?’ she thought to herself as she fiddled with the bottles of oil on the stand.  Bobby was a man, after all, and a quite good-looking young man at that, and even though he was her own son, he was still a man…

‘Now stop that!’ she thought to herself, composing herself just as Bobby walked in the door. 

“Okay, Mom, I’m here,” he said, and Darla’s breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. 

He was standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around him, and Darla could tell that all those afternoons in the gym working out with the baseball team had paid off.  He was just muscular enough to have some good definition, especially in his pectorals, and his stomach was flat and firm. 

‘Oh, my!’ she thought to herself, stifling the urge to put her hand to her mouth in pleasant surprise.  She cleared her throat as she recovered, finally finding her voice to speak.

“Okay, then, well, just come over here and, uh, lie down on the table on your stomach, please,” she said, motioning to the table.  “I’ll, uh, turn around while you..uh, while you get situated, okay?” she said, stumbling over her words.  “Use this towel to cover your, uh, butt, and put the wet one in the hamper.  I’ll wash it later when I wash the one I’m getting ready to use now,” she said, picking up a smaller towel and handing it to him. 

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied, smiling at her nervousness as he took the towel from her.  She turned around just like she said she would, and Bobby took the wet towel from around his waist and dropped it in the hamper next to the door.  Then he climbed up on the table on his stomach and lay down, folding the smaller towel into a strip about a foot wide and laying it across his butt to hang off of the sides of the table.  Then he lay down all the way, putting his face into the hole in the table for just that purpose.

“Okay, Mom, I’m ready,” he said. 

“Okay, here we go, then!” Darla said, turning around.  The sight of her naked son lying on his face on the table in front of her, everything visible except for his butt that was covered by the towel, sent shivers up Darla’s spine and made her tingle in all the right places.

‘Oh, my!’ she thought again, standing there for a moment and just taking in the sight in front of her.

“You okay, Mom?” Bobby asked, breaking her out of her trance.

“Yes, honey, I’m fine!” she said, regaining her composure.  “Now, let’s get busy loosening up those stiff muscles, shall we?” she said, walking over to the table and picking up the masseuse’s belt with the oil bottle pocket on the side.  There was a pump bottle of oil already in it, and once she had the belt fastened around her waist she pumped some oil into her hand, then rubbed her hands together before putting them on her son.  She stopped with her hands a few inches above his skin and spoke before she actually touched him.

“I’m going to start with your back, okay, Bobby?” she asked.

“Sure, Mom, that’s fine,” he replied.  She let her hands touch his skin, then, and began massaging his back just as she had been taught in class.  The first few minutes were a little shaky until she got her technique down, but once she found the groove she started to enjoy the feeling of his skin and muscles under her fingers.  She concentrated so hard on what she was doing that she forgot who it was she was actually touching, and started enjoying the entire experience.  It took her the better part of 15 minutes to work all of his neck, shoulders, and back, and when she got to his lower back right above the towel it hit her who’s butt under the towel it was that she was looking at – and admiring.

“Oh!” she said softly, her eyes wide as she caught herself just about to reach under the towel to massage his buttocks.

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Bobby asked, hearing her gasp.

“Nothing, dear, nothing at all,” she said, “I just bumped my knee against the edge of the table, that’s all!” she lied.  “I’m finished with your back and will work on your legs now, okay, honey?” she said, pumping more oil into her hand.

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied.  ‘For a minute there I thought she was gonna start massaging my butt!’ he thought to himself, smiling. 

Darla moved down and started massaging his legs, beginning at his calves and working her way up.  When she got to the top of the calf of his right leg she changed her position a little, and when she bent over to put both hands on the back of his thighs to massage the thick muscles there she looked up and saw something beneath the towel and between his thighs that made her breath catch in her throat, her mouth fall open and her eyes go wide.

Nestled between his slightly outstretched thighs was her son’s cock and balls, the head pointed down towards his feet with his two big, heavy balls laying over the soft shaft and falling off to the sides.  He was smooth shaven, something that she never even though about, and the sight of his manhood right there in front of her stopped her in her tracks.

His big manhood.  His very big manhood.  The biggest cock she’d ever seen, to be honest.  If the size of the head and the amount of the shaft she could see coupled with the size of his balls was any indicator, her son was packing at least eight inches of man meat, maybe more.

‘Oh my God, he’s huge!’ she thought to herself, ‘much bigger than his father!’

She managed to tear her eyes away from his cock and balls to concentrate on what she was doing, but as she proceeded to work the muscles of his thighs she couldn’t help but look over at what was lying on the table between his thighs.  She was totally mesmerized by the sight of it, and the more she looked at it the more she wanted to see what it looked like when it was fully hard.

And the more she thought about that, the more she wondered what that huge cock would feel like in her hands, or in her mouth – or even in her pussy.

‘That is so wrong, Darla, you have to stop thinking like that!’ she thought to herself as she worked on his muscles, finishing up with his right leg and moving around to the other side of the table to do his left.  ‘He’s your own son, you can’t think about fucking your own son!  That would be so wrong!’

‘Would it?’ she thought to herself, and that thought made her tingle down in the depths of her pussy.  She pumped some more oil in the palm of her hand and started working on his left leg, once again finding herself looking at his cock and balls as she worked.  By the time she was finished she could feel that her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, and her breathing was coming faster – and not because of the exertion of giving him a massage, either.

She was horny as hell for her own son, and she knew it.

“Okay, I’m finished with this side so you need to turn over now so I can do your front,” she said, patting him on the back.  “I’ll turn around while you get situated, okay, honey?” she said, turning away from the table once again.

“Sure thing, Mom,” Bobby replied, getting up and turning over to lie on his back.  He had really enjoyed the feeling of his mom’s slick, strong hands working over his sore muscles, so much so that he had a mild stiffy from her touch.  He knew he shouldn’t have reacted like that over his own mom, but like the old saying goes, those things have a mind of their own and he was powerless to control it.  It was going to get hard when it wanted to, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.  He just hoped it didn’t get any harder and bigger when she started working on his front, but he had a bad feeling that was exactly what was going to happen.  He placed the folded towel over his groin, hiding his mild stiffy as best as he could before letting his mom know he was ready.

‘Okay, Mom, I’m ready,” he said, putting his head back and lying flat. 

Darla turned around and her eyes immediately went to his groin.  She saw the lump of his cock beneath the towel and noticed right away that he was at least mildly excited from her touch, and she was afraid that he was going to get bigger and harder as she worked on his front.  But there wasn’t anything she could do about that, so she decided to just handle it as professionally as she could.  After all, they had told her in class to expect male customers to get sexually aroused during a massage, and that the best thing they could do was to act as if it simply wasn’t there.

‘Yeah, right!  Act as if that huge cock simply isn’t there!’ she thought to herself as she walked over to the table, pumping more oil into her hand.  ‘That’s easier said than done!’

“I’m going to start at your feet and work my way up, okay, honey?” she asked, looking him in the eyes and giving her the best smile she could.

“Sure, Mom, however you want to do it is fine with me,” he replied, smiling back.

“Okay, then!” she said, moving down to his feet to start that part of the massage.  She worked her way deftly up his leg, moving faster on the front than she did on the rear simply because there wasn’t that much muscle to massage, but when she got to the top of his thighs where the towel was she couldn’t help but sneak a peek and see if she could see his balls beneath the towel that was covering him.  She was disappointed to discover that she couldn’t, so she moved around to the other side of the table and repeated the process on his other leg, taking another peek when she got up to the towel and once again not being able to see anything.  She finished working on his thigh, then stepped back as she spoke.

“Okay, honey, I’m going to work on your upper body now, starting with your arms,” she said.

“Okay, Mom,” Bobby replied, not even opening his eyes to reply.

Darla pumped some more oil into her palm, looking down and noticing that the bottle was half-empty by now, then spread the oil in her hands before beginning to massage Bobby’s arm.  She did his arms fairly quickly, finishing up with both of them, leaving only his torso to be massaged.  She stepped back for a moment and looked at his slightly muscled torso, and she felt another twinge between her legs.  She was still wet down there but not quite as much as before when she was doing his back, but she had a feeling that when she started massaging that muscular chest of his that she’d be wetter than ever.

And she was right.  As soon as she put her hands on her son’s chest and began massaging him, she felt her pussy getting wet again.  She loved the feeling of her slick, oily hands running over his chest, massaging and squeezing his muscles, and judging from the look on her son’s face he was loving it just as much as she was.  She glanced down quickly to see if his cock had gotten any bigger, and she was a little bit disappointed to see that it had not. 

‘Then again, I haven’t touched his abdomen yet!’ she thought to herself, and a small, slightly wicked smile broke out on her face.

‘Now stop that!’ she thought to herself a moment later, ‘that’s your own son you’re thinking about!’

“Yes, it certainly is!” she said softly to herself.

“What’s that, Mom?” Bobby said, opening his eyes and lifting his head up.  “Did you say something?”

“No, honey, nothing,” she replied, still massaging his chest, “just thinking out loud about what I have to do next!” she said, which was partially the truth.  He laid his head back down and closed his eyes without speaking again, and Darla breathed a silent sigh of relief. 

She finished his chest and started massaging his abdomen, running her hands along the sides of his body, massaging and squeezing the muscles there, trying hard not to let him hear her panting for breath as her breathing quickened and her pussy got wetter by the moment.  She worked her way down his torso to his flat stomach, rubbing and massaging it with both hands, slowly working her way down, further down, right down to where the towel was…

…and then she saw his cock shift beneath the towel.  She kept on rubbing and massaging his abdomen, a little firmer now that she got a response from him, and she was both pleased and excited to see the lump beneath the towel get bigger right before her eyes. 

Bobby quietly lifted his head up to see if his cock was showing from under the towel yet, and he saw his mom staring at the steadily growing lump.  He didn’t know if he should be embarrassed or what; getting an erection when a woman touched you was one thing, but when that woman was your own mom – that was something else entirely.  He was unsure of what to do, so he did the only thing he could – nothing.  He put his head back down and just lay there, knowing that whatever happened next was out of his control. 

Darla’s hands rubbed his stomach right up to the towel, her fingers kneading and massaging the muscles there, and as much as she fought the urge to do so she found herself sliding her hand further and further under the towel, lower and lower on Bobby’s abdomen until the tips of her fingers skirted his pubic hair.  She tried to resist the urge to do this, but she was helpless and just couldn’t resist.  The desire and the attraction were simply too much for her.

Bobby’s eyes popped open when he felt her fingertips brush his pubic hair, and when it happened again he had to stifle a gasp.  He lifted his head up again and looked at his mom, and the look on her face as she looked down at the lump beneath the towel said it all.

The look was a mixture of desire and confusion, with desire quickly winning out.  Her mouth was hanging open slightly and he could hear her breathing through it as she stared at the still-growing lump of his cock under the towel, her brow furrowed with indecision.  There was no way he was going to keep his cock from getting harder and bigger, and he knew his mom was watching it grow so that was it.  Things were out of his hands, so all he could do now was lay his head back down and see what happened next.

And what happened next took him completely by surprise. 

Darla slid her fingers down to his cock and wrapped them around the semi-hard shaft, gripping it firmly.  Bobby’s eyes flew open and his head popped up when she did this, and she turned her head to look at him as she tugged on his cock.  The confusion and desire in her eyes and on her face was plain to see, and Bobby felt sorry for her.  She looked him in the eyes as she spoke, her voice a whisper.

“I’m sorry, honey, I just can’t help myself!”  she said, looking him in the eyes for several moments before she turned her attention back to his cock once more.  She pulled and tugged on it gently but firmly, feeling it quickly grow thicker, longer, and harder in her hand.  She removed her hand just long enough to pump some more oil into her palm, then quickly grabbed his cock and began pumping it again. 

Bobby lay his head back and groaned at the sensations of his mother’s slippery fingers sliding up and down his now rock-hard shaft.  He jumped when her fingers closed over the sensitive head of his cock, and he jumped again when he felt her hand slide down to cup and massage his balls as she wrapped her other hand around his hard shaft.  She was gripping him with both hands now, the towel having been pushed out of the way to lie on top of his thighs, gripping his cock tightly with one hand and sliding her fingers up and down the length while she massaged and squeezed his balls with the other.

‘Holy shit, my mom is giving me a hand job!’ he thought to himself, raising his head up to watch her again. 

‘This is wrong, this is so wrong, but it feels so good!’ Darla thought to herself as she watched her fingers slide up and down the oily shaft of her son’s hard cock.  His cock was big, much bigger than any cock she’d ever seen before, and much thicker, too.  She stared for several seconds, mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock in her hands, then turned her head to look at him again.

“How…how big…I mean,” she stammered, her voice soft and low, “how big are you?” she asked, both hands wrapped around his shaft now and pumping it firmly.

“A little more than eight inches,” he said, and he saw his mom’s shoulders twitch and her mouth fall open as she gasped in surprise at his answer.

“Eight inches…oh, my God!” she gasped, looking down at his cock in her hands.  “That’s just as big as my…I mean…I’ve never seen a cock this big before!” she said, breathlessly.  ‘Not a real one, anyway!’ she thought to herself.  His cock was as big as her dildo, “Dirk,” and she felt her pussy flood at the thought of having a real live cock of that size inside her instead of just a dildo.

“Mom, should you…I mean, should we be doing this?” Bobby asked, sitting up on his elbows as his mom continued tugging on his cock.

“No, honey, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said softly, correcting him.  “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

‘Please don’t say yes!’ she thought to herself, dreading his answer.  He thought about it for a moment before he replied, and when he did his mom heaved a sigh of relief.

“No, Mom, I don’t,” he said, his voice low as well.  “I know this is wrong and we shouldn’t be doing this, but no, I don’t want you to stop!”

“Thank you, honey!” she said, a big smile on her face.  She tugged on his cock a few more times and then released it from her grip, stepping back from the table.  She turned to face him and he was more than surprised when she unbuckled the utility belt at her waist and dropped it to the floor, slipped out of her shoes, then unzipped the nurse’s uniform she was wearing and shrugged out of it, letting it drop to the floor as well and revealing her black lacy bra and thong to him.

“Fuck it!  In for a penny, in for a pound!’ she thought to herself as her dress hit the floor.

“If we’re going to do this then I think it’s only fair that I’m naked too, don’t you agree?” she said, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.  She opened it quickly and pulled it free, dropping it on the floor on top of the dress and revealing her big tits to him.  Bobby could see that her nipples were big, bigger than he’d ever seen before, and they were just as hard as his cock.  Without hesitation Darla hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them and dropping them to the floor.  She reached down and found the bottle of oil in its holster, standing it up and pumping some oil into the palm of her hand.  Then she stood up to face him and began rubbing the oil over her body.

“This is only fair, too, don’t you think?” she said, her eyes hooded with desire and a half-smile on her face.  She was totally committed to what she was going to do next, and there was no power on earth that was going to stop her. 

She was going to fuck her own son, consequences be damned.

Bobby’s mouth hung open in surprise as he watched his mom spread the oil over her body, his cock twitching when she lifted up her big tits to spread it all around them, both on top and underneath.  He knew that she had a big pair of tits and had admired them before, but to see them naked now and her fondling them herself as she spread the oil over them made his cock twitch.  He watched as she oiled herself up, running her hands down her body to her stomach and noticing the small flame of pubic hair on her mound, and he groaned when she pumped more oil into her hand and then turned away from him so he could watch her spread the oil over her rounded ass.  She had a simply spectacular ass, and he was surprised that he’d never noticed it before.  But he was noticing it now, and that was all that mattered. 

Watching his mom oil herself up and knowing full good and well what was about to happen had kept him rock-hard, and the squishy sounds her hand was making when she rubbed the oil in between the cheeks of her rounded ass and on the exterior of her shaven pussy made him groan.  When Darla turned back around to face him and looked down at his cock she smiled when she saw it throbbing and bouncing slightly with the blood running through it.

She reached out and gripped his cock in her hand again, sliding her fingers up and down the hard, slick shaft, watching for a moment before she looked up at her son.

“Last chance,” she said softly, the desire burning brightly in her eyes.  “I’ll stop if you want me to, honey.  I don’t want to, I really don’t, but I will.  All you have to do is tell me and I’ll stop, and that will be it,” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing. 

“Do you want me to stop, honey?” she asked, still stroking his cock.  Bobby didn’t even have to think about his answer.

“No, Mom, I don’t!” he said, and his mom smiled as she replied.

“I was hoping you’d say that!” she said.

She climbed up onto the massage table with him, putting a knee on either side of his body.  It was a tight fit and she barely had the room, but she managed to pull it off.  She sat down on the tube of his cock as it lay on his stomach and immediately began rubbing her pussy up and down the underside of his cock in long, slow, deliberate motions.  She put her hands on his stomach for balance and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as the sensations went through her, radiating up from her pussy to every inch of her body.  She pressed down hard, her oily outer lips spreading open to envelope his shaft, and she shuddered at how very good it felt.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good!” she said, her voice low and husky.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him as she continued sliding her pussy up and down the underside of his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh with her pussy.  He reached up and put his hands on her slick, oily breasts, rubbing and squeezing them in his fingers as she slid her pussy up and down his shaft.  She gasped and jerked on top of him when he flicked his fingers over the hard nubs of her nipples, then looked down at him and giggled.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went hooded as he squeezed her tits in his hands again, the oily flesh sliding through his fingers, and she moaned at the sensations coursing through her.

Then she leaned forward, bracing herself above him with her hands on either side of his body at the shoulders, and looked him in the eyes as she reached down between them to grasp his cock with her hand.  She lifted her hips and pointed his cock straight up, placing the head against her wet, slick opening, then took her hand away as she lowered her hips down, slowly engulfing his cock with her hot, wet pussy. 

Darla closed her eyes and moaned softly as she slowly worked her pussy down onto his cock, taking it inside her wetness inch by delightful inch, dipping and twisting her hips slightly as she did.  Bobby put his hands on her waist and held them there as she slowly took him inside her, and when she finally had his cock completely engulfed with her pussy she pushed down hard and moaned, long and low, grinding her hips slowly on the hard shaft buried inside her.

“Oh my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she held herself up over him.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him, and Bobby could see the fires of desire and passion burning brightly there.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a man inside me,” she said, slowly starting to move on him, “so long, so very long…and your cock is so big!” She groaned again as she slid her pussy slowly up his shaft and then down again, taking all eight inches of his cock deep inside her, stretching her out and filling her up as she’d never been filled before.

Bobby watched as she rode him, the tempo of her hips moving up and down steady and even, not too fast and not too slow, taking every inch of his big cock all the way inside her over and over again.  She held her head up and closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she rode his big, hard cock in long, even strokes.  Bobby reached up and grasped her oily breasts in his hands, squeezing them and eliciting another moan of pleasure from her.  She gasped when he flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples, biting her lip and moaning again when he continued.

“Yes, honey, yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth, bucking her hips slightly as he flicked her nipples.  She was hot, tight, and wet wrapped around his cock, and after teasing her nipples for a few more moments he let his hands rest on her hips and just lay there, content to just watch and enjoy as she rode his cock.  She reached up with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it hard between her fingers, and he felt her pussy clench around his shaft when she did this.

“Oh, my God, honey, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned, opening her eyes and looking down at him, one hand still grabbing her breast as she continued to ride him, the tempo of her hips increasing a bit as her passion rose and her orgasm began to build.  “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she cried softly, closing her eyes and tossing her head back, gripping her breast in her hand hard as she bit her bottom lip again.

“NNNNGGGHHHH!” she groaned loudly as her orgasm hit, the waves of pleasure exploding inside her and crashing through her body like an electric shock.  Her mouth fell open and her body jerked with the intensity of her cumming, and she put both hands on his chest for support as her hips bucked and jerked on his cock.  She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders, the powerful orgasm shaking her hard, and this set Bobby off as well.

He gripped her waist firmly in his hands, groaning himself as his cock erupted inside his mom’s clutching, squeezing pussy.  He pushed his hips upwards to drive his big cock as deep as he could as it bucked and throbbed inside her, pulsing over and over again as it shot a huge load of cum into her waiting pussy.  His balls contracted as his cock continued pumping her full of his cum, and she pushed her hips down onto him as hard as she could to take it all.

It was over as nearly as fast as it had begun, both of their orgasms ending at just about the same time.  When they had both finished cumming they were both left gasping and panting for breath, Darla’s mouth hanging open as she put her hands on his stomach while she pushed herself down onto his cock one last time.  She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath, and they locked eyes.  They didn’t say a word, just looked at each other, both of them lost in the sensations and the intimacy of what they had just shared.

“Oh, honey,” Darla finally gasped, “you came…you came inside me!” she said, her eyes wide as she looked down at him.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I couldn’t help it!  Is that okay?” he asked, concerned. 

“Oh, yes, honey, yes, it’s fine!” she replied, a smile breaking out on her face.  “Don’t be sorry, I wanted you to cum inside me, really I did!” she said, reaching down and running her hand along the side of his face.

“Are you sure, Mom?” he asked, and she nodded as she replied.

“Yes, honey, I’m sure,” she said, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips.  “I’ve never been so sure of anything before in my entire life!” she said, her voice a whisper.  She looked him in the eyes for several moments, smiling at him, and he smiled back.

“Okay, Mom,” he said, his voice soft.

“As much as I hate to say this, we have to get up and go get cleaned up before your father comes home,” she said, sitting up again.  She looked down at him for a moment before she spoke again.

“We can’t ever let him or anyone else find out about this, honey,” she said, her voice steady, “not now, not tomorrow, not ever.”

“I know, Mom,” Bobby said, returning her look.  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him or anybody else about this, I promise,” he said.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, bending down to kiss him briefly on the lips again before sitting back up.  “Right now I need to get both me and the massage table cleaned up, you made quite a mess of both!” she said, lifting her hips up and letting his now-soft cock slip from inside her.  She reached up and grabbed a small towel from the supply tray and managed to stem most of the flood of cum that came gushing out of her, but a small amount still dropped onto Bobby’s cock and the table.  She carefully climbed down from the table that was now slick with oil and cum, keeping the towel pressed to her mound as she did. 

“Good Lord, but that’s a lot of cum!” she said, looking down at the table and holding the towel on her mound out for a moment to see.  “Do you always cum that much, honey?” she asked, looking up at him as he sat up on the table, his legs hanging off the side.

“Well, yeah, actually, I do,” he said, a sheepish grin on his face.  “Sometimes more if it’s been a while since I…well, you know,” he said.

“Since you came,” she finished, smiling at him.

“Yeah, since I came!” he replied, returning her smile.

“I’ll just have to keep that in mind, won’t I?” she said, stepping aside as he slid down from the table.

“Keep that in mind for what, Mom?” he asked, looking at her.

“For the next time I give you a massage,” she replied, looking up at him and smiling.  “One of my ‘special’ massages, that is!”

“When do you think that will be?” he asked, hoping against hope.

“When do you think you’re going to want another one, honey?” she replied, toying with him, a coy smile on her face.

“Tomorrow after practice, maybe?” he said, his eyebrows going up in anticipation.

“I don’t see why not!” she said, her smile bigger.

“Thanks, Mom!” he said, returning her smile.

“No, honey, thank you,” she said, reaching out and touching him on the arm.  “You gave me something I’ve need for quite some time, and for the first time in a very long time you made me feel like a woman again,” she explained.  “So no, baby, I should be the one thanking you!”

“I love you, Mom,” he said, reaching out and hugging her.  She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around her.

“I love you, too, honey,” she replied.  “Now go get cleaned up before your father comes home and catches us like this!” she said, breaking the hug and stepping back.

“Yes, ma’am!” Bobby said, then turned and walked out of the massage room towards his room.  She watched him go, slightly mesmerized by the sight of his tight, naked ass flexing as he walked away.  When he turned the corner of the hallway and was out of sight she sighed, then turned around and picked up a clean towel from the stand to start cleaning up.

“I think I’m really going to like this job,” she said out loud, a big smile on her face as she began wiping down the table.  “I think I’m going to like it a lot!”

Fini.

 

 

This is "Laura" from "Punch Drunk Mom"

 

Yes, that is a very young Adrienne Barbeau, taken in the '70s or '80s I believe.  She is the model for the character of "Laura" in the "Punch Drunk Mom" series.  I had a SERIOUS crush on her when I was a teen!

And of course, we all know who this beautiful lady is!  (If you don't, shame on you!)

Punch Drunk Mom - The Business Trip

 (Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

The rest of the day was uneventful, and while Jesse was a little anxious about how he would feel when he saw his dad for the first time after finding out that he was a cuckold, he was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary when he finally saw him.  His dad was still his dad to him, and he was very glad for that.

There was a total of five days to go before his father’s business trip, and unfortunately for Jesse and Laura the chance to get together for something other than a quick blowjob never materialized.  His mom had proven to him several times during those five days that she was indeed a master at the art of oral sex, making him cum in under ten minutes each time.  After she had finished sucking his cock for the fourth time in five days she was still kneeling on the floor in front of him in his room, wiping a stray strand of cum from her lips and sucking it from her fingers when she looked up at him and spoke.

“As much as I love sucking your cock and making you cum quickly, I sure will be glad when I can do this right,” she said, licking the last bit of cum from her fingers.  “I want to take my time, suck your cock into my mouth while it’s still soft and feel it get hard in my mouth, then bring you right to the brink of orgasm, and then spend at least fifteen minutes edging you so that when you cum, you shoot your load all the way up to the ceiling!” she said, looking up into his eyes.

“There’s nothing ‘wrong’ about the way you’ve been doing it for the past five days, Mom,” he said, holding his hand out to her and helping her to her feet.  “I mean, as long as you make me cum you’re doing it right, you know,” he said.  She smiled at him and ran her palm along the side of his face.

“Always the gallant gentleman!” she said, smiling up at him.  “Just one of the many reasons I love you!”

“I love you, too, Mom,” he said, giving her a short kiss.

The day of his dad’s business trip finally arrived, and both his dad and his mom spent most of the morning taking care of last-minute items, making sure he’d packed everything, and things like that.  Jesse was pretty sure that she had done a little something extra for his dad before they came downstairs, like maybe giving him a quick blowjob as she had been doing for him for the past five days.  He got this idea when they came down the stairs; his mom was walking behind his dad, and she looked up at him and smiled as she wiped her fingers across her lips, then sucked on them. 

The location of the business trip was just far enough away to require his father to fly, so his mom drove his father to the airport to catch his flight.  It was close to five PM when his mom finally returned home, and she looked tired when she came into the living room where Jesse was sitting watching TV.  She flopped down on the couch next to him and put her feet up on the coffee table, clasping her hands on her stomach as she did.

“Thank goodness that’s over with!” she said.  “Believe me when I tell you that I am one tired woman!”

“Too tired for sex?” Jesse asked, playfully.  Laura laughed as she replied.

“Never too tired for sex,” she said, looking over at him and smiling, “especially when it’s with you!  But right now, sweetie, I’m kind of hungry.  Aren’t you hungry?” she asked, and Jesse nodded as he replied.

“Yeah, I am, come to think of it,” he said, looking over at her.

“We have all night to fuck ourselves silly, so I don’t think it will hurt anything to get some food in our stomachs first, do you?” she asked.

“Agreed,” he said, nodding.  “The only question is pizza or Chinese?”

“Oh, Chinese, without a doubt!” she replied, smiling.

“You want your usual?” Jesse asked, getting up from the couch to go get the menu from the kitchen “junk drawer.”

“Yes, please,” Laura said.  Jesse nodded as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call and order the food.

An hour later they were both sitting on the couch with their feet up, Jesse with a soda in his hand and Laura with a glass of wine in hers, both of them fed, full (their stomachs, anyway), and happy.  The empty Chinese food containers were sitting on the kitchen table and would be taken care of later.  Right now they had more important matters to attend to.

“Well, sweetie, I think I’m going to go upstairs and change into something a little more comfortable, as old and worn-out a line as that may be!” his mom said, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen to put the wine glass on the counter.  Jesse watched her ass wiggling as she walked away, and he felt his cock stirring at the sight.  Then she walked back over to the couch and stood next to him, then leaned over and put one hand on the arm of the couch for support and the other on his left knee.  She brought her face close to his, and Jesse couldn’t’ help but notice her big, heavy tits hanging down in front of her.  The bra she was wearing wasn’t as study as some of them were, so her tits swayed a little inside her shirt.

“Why don’t you go do the same?” she suggested, smiling.  “Put on something more comfortable that you can relax in?”

“Something that’s easy to take off, you mean,” he said, returning her smile.

“That, too!” she said, grinning now.  She pecked him on the cheek and was gone, walking up the stairs to change.  Jesse followed her a minute later, going to his room and changing into his usual lounging attire which consisted of a loose pair of basketball shorts and an old t-shirt that he had cut the sleeves off of.  He was back in the living room sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table when his mom came back into the room, and his jaw dropped when he saw her.

She was wearing a sheer black robe with matching black fake fur trim and flowing, bellows-type sleeves.  The robe came all the way down to her feet, nearly touching the floor.  It was belted at the waist, and beneath the sheer material Jesse could see that the only thing his mom was wearing was a pair of matching black panties.  The front of the panties was so small that they barely covered her mound, so he was pretty sure she was wearing a thong.  Her big, heavy breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material of the robe, swaying heavily as she walked slowly over to him.

Jesse was so entranced by her outfit that when he finally looked up at her face, he was pleasantly surprised to see a look of pure lust on her face.  Her head was down slightly, and she was looking at him from beneath her brow.  She had that slightly wicked half-smile on her face, the flames of desire burning brightly in her dark brown eyes.

Laura kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly walked towards him, walking around the coffee table in front of him to stand on his left side.  She cocked one knee in front of her and put her hands on her hips and paused for a moment before speaking.

“Do you like what you see, Jesse?” she asked, her voice husky and low.

“Wow, Mom, you’re beautiful!” he replied, meaning it.  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen!”

“Do you like my outfit?” she asked, slowly running one hand up her side from the side of her thigh up to her big breasts, cupping one of the massive globes in her hand as she did.  Her nipples were already hard and erect, standing out proudly from her breasts.

“Absolutely!” he replied, nodding his head with his eyes locked on her breast that she was holding up for him.

“I bought it just for you, sweetie,” she said, her voice low and sexy.  “Your father hasn’t even seen it yet, and I’m not sure he ever will.  I think this is something that I’ll save just for you and you alone,” she said, smiling down at him as she slid her hand back down to her hips.

“Wow,” he replied, “thank you, Mom!”

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” she said.  “And now I think it’s time to do something that I’ve wanted to do for so long, something that I think we both deserve and have been waiting so patiently for,” she said as she took a step closer to him.  “I think it’s time for me to take you into my bedroom and do all kinds of deliciously naughty and dirty things to you,” she said, extending her hand out to him. 

Jesse took her hand and stood up, following her as she led him by the hand out of the living room and down the hallway to the master bedroom.  As soon as she turned to walk out of the living room he noticed that she was indeed wearing a thong, so he got to admire the firm, rounded globes of her ass moving as she walked.  She opened the door to the bedroom as soon as they arrived, pushing it open and leading him inside.  The bedroom was just as lavish and well-furnished as the rest of the house, containing a kind size canopy bed with matching night stands on either side.  She led him to the end of the bed in the center of the room, turning to face him with a smile on her face.

“Welcome to my lair, said the spider to the fly!” she said, a mischievous grin on her face.  She stepped closer to him, sliding one hand around his waist and the other around his neck, pulling him closer to her while bringing his lips down to hers.

Jesse slid his arms around his mom’s waist and pulled her to him as their lips met.  Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted as their lips met but opening wider as the kiss evolved.  She slipped her tongue gently into his mouth to find and dance with his own, sighing as they met.  The kiss intensified quickly, with each of them pulling the other closer to them, their mutual excitement increasing.  Laura could Jesse’s cock getting hard, the quickly growing bulge pressing into her stomach as it got bigger and harder, and when Jesse slid a hand around to grasp one of him mom’s big breasts in his hand he could feel the hard nipple pressing into his palm.  He pinched it gently, and she jerked and gasped a little in response.

Then she did something new, something that he’d never had done to him before.  She broke off the kiss and ran a trail of kisses along his cheek and up to his ear, and once there she ran her tongue around the outside, giving him chills.  She made several circles around the outside of his ear with her tongue, and then she pushed it inside, wiggling it around as she did.

Jesse jumped at this, making his mom giggle at his response.  She put her hand on the side of his head and held him in place, pushing her tongue in and out of his ear.  Jesse squeezed her butt and her boob in his hands hard, pulling her closer to him with his hand gripping her butt, telling her without words how much he was enjoying what she was doing and urging her on.  In return she ran her other hand down to the bulge of his cock, rubbing her palm over the large lump before closing her fingers around it and squeezing it firmly.  She pushed her tongue into his ear hard as she did this, eliciting another jump and this time a surprised grunt from him as well.

“Holy shit, Mom!” he gasped as his mom tongued his ear hard.  Then she stopped, pulling her tongue out of his ear and holding her head back.  She looked up at him with a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling.

“You like that, sweetie?” she asked, her voice soft and low, her hand still gripping his hard cock.

“I love it!” he replied.

“I can tell!” she said, squeezing his cock in her hand for emphasis.  “I have so much to show you, so much to teach you!” she continued, looking into his eyes as she spoke.  Then she pushed her tongue back into his ear for a moment before she kissed him again, deep and hard, gripping and squeezing his cock in her hand through his shorts as she did.  In return he gripped both her ass and her breast hard, making her sigh.  Jesse’s cock was rock hard by now, throbbing against his mom’s hand with the force of the blood pumping through it.  She turned them as they kissed so that his back was facing the bed, the backs of his knees just inches away from the side.  Jesse was so caught up in the kiss that he never noticed.

“Your cock is so hard for me!  I love it!” she whispered, breaking off the kiss and looking into his eyes as she squeezed the hard tube in her hand.  She let go of his cock and then slid her hand under the waistband of his shorts, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock and squeezing it tightly.  Jesse jumped a little at the touch of her fingers on the skin of his cock, and he moaned a little as she began pumping it in her hand.

“This is my night, Jesse,” she whispered, looking into his eyes as she pumped his cock in her hand.  “This is the night that you let me make you feel good, let me pleasure you, let me have my way with you and make you cum as hard and as many times as I can, in as many ways as I can.  You’ll have your night later, where I’ll give myself to you and let you do what you want with me and to me, but tonight is my night.  Okay, sweetie?” she asked, one side of her mouth turning up in a smile.

“Okay, Mom,” he replied.  After what had already happened between them and after what she had just told him she wanted, how could he not agree?

“Good!” Laura said, smiling up at him.  Then she put her hands on his chest and shoved hard, pushing him away from her.  His knees hit the side of the bed and he fell backwards onto the mattress, bouncing as he landed.

“Hey!” he cried out in surprise, but one he looked up and saw the look on his mom’s face he fell silent.

She was looking down at him with that sexy, slightly evil lopsided grin that he had learned was a sign that she was very excited and that he was in for a wild ride.  She kept her eyes on his as she untied the belt holding her robe closed, opening the robe and slipping it from her shoulders.  She let the robe fall to the floor and stood there for a moment, letting his eyes roam up and down her body.  Without taking her eyes from his she climbed up onto the bed with him on her hands and knees, her big, heavy breasts hanging down and swaying back and forth as she moved.  When she was directly over top of him she stopped, looking down at him, still giving him that lopsided grin.

“I hope you’re not too attached to that shirt,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.

“No, I’m not,” he replied, “why?”

Without a word she sat back on her haunches and then reached down, taking the collar of his shirt in both fists and immediately yanked her hands apart, ripping his shirt in half all the way down to his stomach.  She quickly reached down and grabbed the sides of the shirt at his stomach and finished the job, ripping the shirt completely in half and tossing the sides out of the way.

“Holy shit, Mom!” Jesse exclaimed, surprised and aroused at what she was doing.  She grinned down at him as she leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on either side of his chest between his arms and his body.  Without a word she lowered her head down to his chest directly over his right nipple, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to lick his nipple slowly and firmly.  Jesse gasped and shuddered as the flat of her tongue ran over the sensitive nub, and he could feel it get hard immediately.  Laura repeated this several times, then he gasped again and jumped as she clamped her lips around his nipple and sucked, hard.

“AAAHHH!” he gasped as his mom sucked his nipple into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue over it as she did.  He looked down and could see her cheeks hollowing in with the force of the suction she was applying to his nipple, and as he watched she looked up at him, raising her eyebrows as she did.  Then she lowered her eyes again and made Jesse jump once more as she pinched his other nipple with her fingers.  She flicked her fingertip over the now-hard nub as she continued sucking on the first one, making Jesse squirm beneath her.  After a few delightful moments of this she released his nipple from her mouth with a soft sucking ‘pop,’ then looked up at him and smiled as she continued tugging on his left nipple with her fingers.

“You like that, huh, sweetie?” she said demurely, knowing full good and well that he did.  “You’ve never had a girl do that to you before, have you?” she asked, and Jesse shook his head as he replied.

“No, never!” he said, gasping for breath a little as his mom continued tugging on his nipple.  “That was incredible!”

“I keep forgetting you’re only 18 and still relatively inexperienced with women and sex,” she said, chuckling softly.  “All I can say is, you ain’t seen nothing yet!” his mom said.  Then she lowered her head down and repeated what she had just done, only this time she sucked on his left nipple while tugging on his right with her fingers.  Jesse moaned and squirmed beneath her, his cock rock-hard and throbbing by now.

When she had driven him crazy by sucking and tugging on his nipples for a few more minutes, alternating sucking on first one and then the other while tugging on the one she didn’t have in her mouth, she began working her way down his chest to his abdomen.  She kissed and licked her way down his body, moving her own body down as she did, and when she got to the waistband of his shorts she stopped.  She got up from the bed and stood at his feet, first pushing his legs together so she could stand over them, then reaching down to grab the waistband of his shorts at the hips in her hands.

“Let’s get these out of the way, shall we?” she said, grinning down at him.  She tugged his shorts down, being careful not to snag them on the rock-hard tube of his cock, pulling them down over his hips and then down his legs.  Jesse looked down and watched her big, heavy breasts swaying as she moved, the sight only adding to his arousal and excitement.  She stepped aside so she could pull the shorts completely off, tossing them to the side as she did.  Then she slipped out of her thong panties as well, grinning at him as she tossed them away to land on top of his shorts.

“Fair is fair, right, sweetie?” she said, her eyes sparkling as she rubbed her mound with both hands, a sly smile on her face. 

“Slide up onto the bed, sweetie,” she said, and Jesse did as she asked.  As he slid further onto the bed Laura climbed onto the bed between his legs, spreading them apart as she did.  She lay down on her stomach between his legs, her big tits pushing against the insides of his thighs as she lay down, draping her arms over his thighs.  She grasped his cock in her hand and held it straight up for a moment, gripping it tightly and pumping it slowly in her hand.  She was immediately rewarded with a big drop of clear precum, which she immediately licked off with the flat of her tongue and making Jesse shudder as she did.  She swallowed and smiled at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Mmmm, you taste good!” she said, pumping his cock again and getting another drop out of him.  She licked this one off too, and as soon as she swallowed it she lowered her mouth down and slid her lips over the tip of his cock, sucking hard as she pumped the rigid shaft slowly with her hand.  Jesse could feel the precum being sucked from him, his mom drinking it down greedily and pumping his cock for more.  He jumped as she flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, then moaned softly as she slid her lips further down to encompass the entire head of his cock with her mouth.  She stopped when her lips slipped over the flared ridge, clamping her lips tightly around it as she ran her soft, wet tongue over, under, and around the sensitive head.

“Oh, my God, that feels good!” Jesse moaned, sitting up on his elbows and watching his mom at work.  She looked up at him with his cockhead still in her mouth and winked at him, then lowered her eyes and slid her mouth down onto his cock.  She released the shaft from her hand and put her hands on the tops of his thighs as her mouth slid down, and Jesse watched in amazement as she took his entire length into her mouth in one smooth, fluid motion.  Laura pushed her mouth down as far as she could, and Jesse could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat as she did.  She held her mouth down onto his cock for several moments, sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside, before slowly sliding her mouth back up.  She stopped when she had only the head in her mouth, holding it there for a moment and swirling her tongue around it, gripping the shaft tightly with her hand once again.  Then she slid her mouth from his cock completely, sliding her soft lips over the head and sucking the precum from him as she did.  Then she looked up at him and smiled, slowly licking her lips.

“Holy, shit, Mom, that was hot!” Jesse said, looking down at her.  She smiled up at him as she replied, slowly pumping his cock with her hand.

“You like that, huh?” she said, her voice low and husky. 

“I love it!” he replied, meaning it.

“Good!” Laura said, giving him a sly grin before lowering her head down to his cock and engulfing it with her mouth once again.  She pushed her head all the way down onto his cock until her nose was pressing against his abdomen, holding her head down for a moment before sliding her mouth back up.  She sucked hard on his shaft as she slid her mouth back up, stopping when she had just the head in her mouth and then pushing her mouth back down onto his cock.

Jesse watched as his mom deepthroated him, her head bobbing steadily up and down as she swallowed his entire length over and over again.  He could feel her warm saliva running down over his balls as she worked him over, and he moaned when she slipped a hand down and gripped them in her hand.  She pulled and tugged on his balls as she slid her mouth up and down his cock, and Jesse jumped when she slid her other hand up his body to his chest and pinched his nipple.

“NNNGGHH!” he moaned, and without looking up or slowing her motions Laura reached up with the other hand and grabbed his other nipple with her fingers.  She pulled, tugged, pinched and twisted the hard nubs with her fingers as she continued deepthroating his cock, making Jesse squirm and moan beneath her.  Jesse let his head and upper body drop back onto the bed, giving himself in to his mom and what she was doing to him.  He gripped the comforter in his fists as his mom sucked his cock, twisting it as she drove him to new heights of arousal.  His cock was hard in her mouth, harder than he’d ever felt before, and he knew that when he came it was going to be intense.

Laura was enjoying herself immensely as she sucked her son’s cock, making him moan and squirm beneath her.  She had always loved giving blowjobs, especially deepthroating, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she swallowed her son’s cock over and over again.  As much as she wanted to taste his cum she was careful not to make him cum in her mouth; she had other plans for him first, so when she felt his body start to tense up indicating that he was getting close to cumming she eased up, sliding her mouth slowly up his shaft and sucking hard on the head before letting it slip from her mouth.

“Not yet, sweetie, not yet!” she said, looking up at him and smiling as she gripped his shiny wet cock in her hand.  “I know you want to cum and believe me when I tell you that I want you to cum, too, but not quite yet!  I have other things in mind for you and this wonderfully hard cock of yours!” she said, pumping his cock in her hand as she spoke. 

She got up from between his legs, never taking her hand from his cock, walking on her knees on the bed and stepping over his thigh as she changed position.  She swung her right leg over his body so that she was facing his feet, her hand tightly gripping his cock as she moved into position.  He slid his legs together as she walked on her knees to position her pussy directly over his cock, spreading her thighs and lowering her mound down to his cock so that she could rub the head up and down her wet slit.  She put her head back and closed her eyes, moaning softly as she did this, her slick outer lips parting easily as the head of his cock slid between them, mixing his precum with her own juices as she rubbed it up and down between her lips.

Then she placed the head of his cock against her wet opening and sat down, easily engulfing the head of his cock with her pussy.  She moved her hand out of the way and put her hands on her thighs as she continued to sit down on his cock, moaning louder as the hard shaft penetrated her.  She moaned louder as his hardness filled her, her head still thrown back and her eyes still closed.

“AAAAHHHH!” she moaned, her mouth falling open as she took the last of his cock inside her.  She sat back and put her hands on his abdomen for support, pressing her ass firmly against his hips and shoving her pussy down onto his cock as far as she possibly could.  She held still for a moment before she ground her hips down and around on his cock, groaning softly through gritted teeth as she did.

Jesse sat up on his elbows and watched as his mom ground her pussy down onto his cock, the globes of her ass flexing as she moved.  Her pussy was incredibly wet, hot, and tight, and he moaned himself as he felt the length of his cock being caressed and squeezed by her pussy.

“Oh, my God, that feels so fuckin’ good!” his mom moaned, her hips moving in small circles on his cock.  “I just love the way your big, hard cock feels inside my pussy!”

Then she sat up and leaned forward, putting her hands on the tops of his thighs for support as she began riding his cock, her hips moving up and down as she slid her wet pussy up and down the length of his shaft.  Jesse watched in rapt fascination, watching his mom’s pussy slide up and down on his cock, the outer lips stretched apart as she engulfed him again and again.  The heady aroma of her musk filled the room, accompanied by the soft, squishy sounds of her pussy sliding up and down on his cock.

“This is called the ‘Reverse Cowgirl,’ “ his mom said, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder as she spoke while riding his cock.  “Ever had a girl do this with you before, sweetie?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Jesse replied, watching his mom move on his cock.

“Well, you have now,” Laura replied, “and it won’t be the last time I ride you like this, either!”  She turned her head back to her front and rode him a little harder, gripping and squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles as she did. 

‘Oh my God, he’s got a fantastic cock!’ Laura thought to herself as she rode his hard dick.  ‘I can’t wait to make him cum inside me!  And his father is gonna shit himself when I tell him about how I fucked his son like this!’

Laura rode him for several long, enjoyable minutes, Jesse watching her move as she did and loving the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down on his dick.  Then she sat up, driving her hips down hard and shoving her pussy down onto his cock as she began rocking her hips back and forth instead of up and down.  She kept her upper body still as she rode his dick, sliding her hands up her head and tangling her fingers in her hair as she fucked him harder and faster, the bed creaking slightly beneath them as she moved.

“Oh my God, yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth.  She could feel her clit rubbing against him and knew that this would make her cum, which is just what she wanted.  She wanted to cum all over this big, hard cock at least once before he came inside her, and this position was the best for making that happen.  There was only one other thing she needed to set her orgasm off, and Jesse was the one to give it to her.

“Put your hands on my hips, sweetie!” she gasped, feeling her pussy tingling in preparation.  “Put your hands on my hips and fuck me, fuck your mom as she rides your cock!”

Jesse did as he was told, grabbing his mom by her hips and yanking on them in time with the rhythm she had established.  He immediately sensed a difference in what she was doing, an urgency in her motions that wasn’t there a moment before.  She began to move her hips faster, fucking him harder as he yanked her hips back and forth on his cock.

“Yes, baby, yes!” she cried, her hands still entwined in her hair, her eyes closed as she felt her orgasm quickly building inside her.  “Fuck me hard, baby, fuck me hard!  Make me cum, make me cum all over your cock!”

It only took a few seconds after that for Laura to cum, and when she did she came harder than she could ever remember cumming before.  She let out a cry of pure passion, slapping her hands down onto the tops of her thighs as her orgasm exploded, the wave of erotic pleasure ripping through her body like an electric shock.  Her fingers dug into her thighs as she jerked her hips back and forth harder and faster than ever, gritting her teeth and moaning loudly with her eyes squeezed shut as the force of her orgasm shook her entire body.  She was like a woman possessed, totally helpless in the throes of her orgasm.

Jesse watched in amazement as his mom came hard, keeping his grip on her hips even as she sped up the pace so that they were nearly a blur as she rode his hard cock.  He could feel her pussy gripping him as she came, clutching and squeezing at him as it slid up and down his length over and over, faster and faster.  He had never seen a woman cum this hard before, and the fact that it was his own mom who was cumming while riding his cock made it even more memorable and exciting.

Laura’s orgasm was intense but fast, lasting no more than ten seconds at most, and when it was over she was left gasping and panting for breath.  She stopped the frantic motions of her hips and sat still, Jesse’s cock still buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy, leaning forward and putting her hands on his thighs just above his knees for support.  Jesse could hear her gasping for breath and see her back moving, her rib cage expanding and contracting as she fought to catch her breath, and he released his grip on her hips.  He was pretty sure she was going to have some bruises there in the morning, but right now neither of them cared about that.  It was several long moments before Laura finally caught her breath enough to speak, and when she did it was a breathless gasp.

“Holy shit!” she gasped, sitting upright again, her chest heaving slightly as she still tried to catch her breath.  “I’ve never cum that hard before in my entire life!” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him as she spoke.  “And I’m surprised you didn’t cum, too, sweetie!”

“I was too busy watching you cum to give that much thought, Mom!” Jesse replied, grinning at her. 

“Well, that’s good, sweetie,” Laura replied, lifting one leg up from the bed and deftly turning around to face him, never letting his cock slip from inside her pussy as she did.  “Because I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot!” she said, leaning forward and putting her hands on either side of his head as she looked down into his eyes, her mouth turned up on one side in that same slightly evil smile he had grown to love.

Then she lowered her body down onto his and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth to find and dance with his own as she held his head in her hands.  Jesse could feel the heavy, firm mounds of her big tits pressing against his chest as they kissed, and he slid his arms around her and pulled her close.  They kissed for several long moments, tongues dancing, before Laura once again ran a trail of kisses along his cheek to his ear.  She thrust her tongue into his ear and made him shudder, clamping down on his cock inside her pussy as she did.  Jesse held her tighter and moaned in response, making Laura giggle in his ear.

With her tongue circling the outside of his ear and occasionally dipping inside, Laura began moving on top of him.  She slowly moved her hips up and down, sliding her wet pussy up and down the length of his hard cock over and over again in long, slow, deliberate strokes.  She gripped and squeezed the shaft with her inner muscles as she did, making Jesse squirm beneath her.  As her passion mounted she got a little more aggressive, increasing the motions of her hips a little while turning his head to the side, holding it down as she thrust her tongue deep into his ear. 

“NNGGHH!!” Jesse grunted and bucked beneath her, slapping his hands onto the globes of her ass and squeezing hard.  Laura squealed in delighted response at his sudden grip on her ass, and in return fucked his ear with her tongue again, still holding his head down.

“Shit, Mom, you’re driving me crazy with that!” Jesse hissed between clenched teeth, gripping her ass in his hands as hard as he could while she slid her pussy up and down on his cock.

“That’s the whole idea!” she whispered in his ear, licking around the outside for emphasis before plunging it inside again.

Jesse was going mad with desire.  His mom was doing things to him he’d never experienced before, bringing him to new and unexplored heights of sexual arousal.  He could feel how hard his cock was, pulsing and throbbing inside of his mom’s tight, wet pussy; he had never been this hard before, and it took him by surprise.

Laura held him down for a few moments more and then released his head from her hands, propping herself up with her hands on either side of him.  Jesse looked into her eyes and saw the passion and desire burning there, and he was sure she saw the same thing in his eyes as well.  Both of them were breathing quickly now, his mom’s mouth hanging open slightly as she looked at him, her hips rising and falling as she slid her pussy up and down on his turgid cock.

Jesse released her ass from his grip and reached up to grab both of her big, heavy breasts in his hands.  He immediately squeezed them hard, making Laura throw back her head and moan.  He pulled one down to his mouth and clamped his lips around the hard nipple, sucking on it hard and running his tongue over and around the hard nub.  Laura’s hips twitched on his cock in response, which only made him suck harder.  After a few moments of this he switched to the other nipple, repeating what he had just done to the first.  He spent the next several minutes going from one breast to the other, sucking and pulling on her nipples, increasing her desire for him as he did. 

Laura was in heaven, plain and simple.  Her son’s hard cock felt so good inside her pussy, and the combination of his hands and lips on her tits and nipples was driving her just as crazy as she was driving him.  The tempo of her hips increased and she began riding him faster, her pussy sliding up and down his shaft faster and faster as the lust inside her grew bigger moment by breathtaking moment.

“Oh, God, yes, baby, yes!” she hissed through clenched teeth.  “You keep doing that and you’re gonna make me cum again!” she said, feeling the beginnings of a second orgasm starting in her pussy.

“That’s the whole idea, Mom!” Jesse replied, taking his mouth from her breast only long enough to speak before latching his mouth onto the nipple again. 

Laura groaned as he sucked hard on her nipple, changing the angle of her hips just enough so that her clit was rubbing up against him with every downward thrust of her hips.  She knew that this would get her off quickly, and she was right.  It only took about a dozen more strokes of her pussy up and down on his hard cock for her orgasm to hit.

“I’m gonna cum, baby, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, her head back with her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open.  Then she let out a loud groan as her orgasm hit.

“HHNNNGGGHHHH!!” she groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as a second powerful orgasm ripped through her body.  She clutched the bedspread in her fists as she came, twisting it in her hands as wave after wave of pleasure went crashing through her.  The tempo of her hips increased yet again as she came, her mound banging against him with every downward thrust of her hips.  Jesse held on to her breasts with his hands and lips, squeezing them hard as he sucked on her nipples.  He could feel her body shaking above him, and when he finally released her breast from his lips and looked up he was pleasantly surprised at the look of erotic pleasure that was on his mom’s face.

This second orgasm was just as intense as the first, but it was also just as short.  As her orgasm quickly faded her hips slowed as well, and when it was over she settled back down onto his cock and relaxed her grip on the comforter, her mouth open as she panted and gasped for breath.  She kept her eyes closed for a few moments, and when she opened them she looked down at him and smiled.

“Oh my God, that was good!” she said, breathlessly and grinning at him from ear to ear.  “You made me cum so hard, sweetie!”

“That was amazing, Mom!” Jesse said, releasing her boobs from his hands and letting them slide down her body to finally rest on the tops of her thighs.  “You’re amazing!”

“Thank you, honey, but you have a lot to do with that!” she replied, bending down to kiss him quickly on the lips before sitting up again.  “And right now I think it’s time that I made you cum, don’t you?” she asked, looking down at him with her mouth turned up on one side in that slightly evil smile again.  “I can’t wait to feel that big, hard cock of yours pumping all that hot cum deep into my pussy!”

She began riding him again, slowly at first, sliding her pussy up and down on his hard cock, and when he reached up to grab her tits again she grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his hands down to the bed on either side of his head.  She grinned at him as she spoke.

“Uh-uh, baby, like I said before, this one’s mine!” she said, her voice a husky whisper.  “You and that great, big cock of yours are all mine, and I’m gonna ride it until you shoot your hot cum so deep inside me that I’ll taste it in the back of my throat!” she said, riding his cock as she spoke.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I, Mom?” he asked, and Laura shook her head at him as she replied.

“No, you really don’t!” she said, chuckling.  “Now shut up and enjoy it while I ride the cum out of you, okay?” she said, grinning down at him.

“Yes, ma’am!” Jesse replied, grinning back.

Laura got serious after that.  She began riding his cock harder, gripping and squeezing its length with her talented inner muscles as she rode him, gradually increasing the pace.  She never took her eyes from his, looking deep into them as she fucked him, harder and faster with each passing moment.  After a minute or so she switched her grip on his wrists, moving her hands to take each of his hands in hers as she rode him, her wet pussy sliding up and down on his hard shaft over and over again.

Jesse looked up into his mom’s eyes as she fucked him, and he could see the depth of her passion in them.  He looked down for a moment to watch her big, heavy breasts as they swayed and bobbed with the movements of her body, the nipples hard and erect, and this only served to increase his arousal.  He knew that with her riding him like this it wouldn’t take long for him to cum, and he had a feeling that was her plan all along.

And he was right.  Laura was intent on making her son blow his load inside her, and she wasn’t going to stop or let up until she had milked every drop of cum from his cock into her pussy.  She rode him in silence for several minutes, the only sounds being the soft, squishy sounds of sex coupled with the heavy breathing coming from both of them.  The room was filled with the heady aroma of sex, and this only added to their excitement.  Both of their bodies shone with a fine layer of sweat under the lights of the room as she rode him, harder and deeper with each thrust of her hips, and it only took a few minutes more for her to have him right where she wanted him.

“You’re getting ready to cum, aren’t you, sweetie?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper as she rode him.

“Yeah, I am!” Jesse replied, nodding quickly.

“Give it to me, sweetie!” Laura gasped, riding him harder and faster.  “Give it to me!  Give me your cum, I want it all!” she said, changing the angle of her hips just a bit to increase the friction on his cock.

“Cum inside me, sweetie, cum inside me!  Fill my pussy up with your cum, shoot it deep inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me!” she pleaded, sitting up straight and driving her hips down on him, impaling his cock deep inside her while hanging onto his hands for support.  She began moving her hips rapidly from front to rear as she had done before, knowing that this would set him off since he could see her from the front this time.

And she was right.  The sensations of his mom’s wet pussy sliding rapidly up and down the length of his cock coupled with the sight of her big breasts bouncing on her chest as she fucked him brought him to orgasm very quickly.  In less than a minute after she sat upright on him his orgasm hit, and he groaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards as his cock exploded inside his mom’s pussy.

He came hard, just as hard as he knew he would, gritting his teeth and groaning again as his cock blasted stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside his mom’s pussy.  She cried out as she felt his cock explode inside her, not stopping the motions of her hips on him as she rode his orgasm out.  Three, four, five, six times she felt his cock pump inside her, shooting more and more cum into her clutching pussy, and somewhere along the way she came for a third time.  The waves of her orgasm washed through her from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, not as intense as the first two but intense enough all the same.  Jesse was so caught up in the intensity of his own orgasm that he didn’t feel it when his mom’s pussy flooded his cock with her juices as she came.

Finally, almost thankfully, Jesse’s orgasm ran its course and began to fade, the pumping and throbbing of his cock slowing and finally stopping, leaving him spent and breathless.  Laura’s orgasm ended at the same time, leaving her breathless as well.  She sat still on top of him, his still-hard cock trapped inside her, their hands locked together as they looked at each other.  Both of them were gasping for breath, and his mom’s hair was a tousled mess which just made her look sexier than ever.  She had a marvelously sexy ‘just fucked’ look about her, and it made Jesse smile.

“What are you grinning at, young man?” she asked playfully, returning his grin. 

“I’m grinning at the sexiest MILF I’ve ever seen, that’s what!” he replied.

“So you think I’m a MILF, huh?” she said playfully, letting go of his hands and dropping down to rest her body on his, her big tits pressing into his chest as she ran a finger along his chin.  “Well, you sure did fuck the hell out of me, didn’t you?” she asked.

“No, actually, you fucked the hell out of me,” he said, correcting her.  “This is your night, remember?  My night is next time!”

“You are correct, sweetie,” she said, kissing him quickly on the lips before sitting up again, his softening cock still trapped inside her.  “And I fully expect you to fuck me just as hard as I did you, so don’t you dare disappoint me!”

“I won’t, Mom, I promise!” Jesse replied.

“Good!  But right now the night is still young and I’m not done with you – far from it, actually – so I think we should take a break, clean up a bit, then get something to drink before Round 2 begins.  Okay, sweetie?” she asked, smiling down at him and tracing a finger around one of his nipples as she spoke.

“Sure, Mom, that’d be great!” he replied.

“Good!  Now let’s go get cleaned up and have that drink, shall we?” she said, getting up from on top of him and climbing down off of the bed, Jesse’s now soft cock slapping against his stomach as she did.  He got up and followed her towards the bathroom, and once there they cleaned themselves – and each other – up with some warm, soapy washcloths before heading to the kitchen for those drinks.  Neither of them bothered to put on any clothes since they knew they would just be taking them off again soon anyway.

When the sun came up the next morning it found Laura sleeping naked in Jesse’s arms, her body sore and tired, covered with a dried mixture of sweat, pussy juice, and cum.  She was sleeping with her head on his shoulder and a smile on her face, content in the knowledge that she had made him cum four times that night.  Jesse was sleeping just as contentedly, his body covered with the same mixture as hers, and he was smiling, too.

* * * * * *

It was two nights later when Jesse came home from being out with some friends of his that he walked out onto the patio to relax before going to bed, only to find his parents already there.  They were each sitting in a chaise lounge chair next to the pool and the outdoor bar, his mom with a glass of wine in her hand and his dad with a glass of bourbon in one hand and a Cuban cigar in the other, both of them with their legs crossed as they relaxed.  He noticed that his mom was wearing a black one-piece sleeveless pants outfit that tied behind her neck like a halter top and had big, wide bell bottom-style legs while his father was wearing his usual attire of a polo shirt, khaki pants and deck shoes.  They were softly talking to each other when he came out of the patio door, and they both looked over at him and smiled when he did.

“Well, there he is!” his dad said, smiling at him.  “Have a good night out with the boys, son?” he asked, meaning it.

“I did, thanks, Dad,” he replied, walking over to where they sat.

“Pull up a chair, sweetie, your dad and I need to talk to you for a few minutes,” his mom said.  A quick look of concern crossed his face at her words, and his mom gave him a quick reassuring smile to put his mind at ease.  He walked over and got a folding lawn chair from next to the house, then brought it over to them and set it up.  He sat down in it and looked at them, waiting for one of them to speak.  It was his dad who spoke first.

“Considering what it is we need to talk to you about, I think it should come from me,” he said, pausing to take a sip from his drink and a pull from his cigar.  He blew the smoke out in a blue cloud before continuing, looking over at Jesse with a pleasant look on his face.

“Your mom told me that she has informed you of a certain aspect of our intimate, sexual relationship,” he said, looking Jesse in the eyes as he spoke, “specifically, about my preference for cuckolding.  And I want you to know that I appreciate your understanding of this and how you haven’t let it affect your relationship with me or your opinion of me.  That means a great deal to me, son, much more than I think you’ll ever know.”

“Well, like I told Mom, what you do with your own private life and how you like to do it isn’t any of my business, and it’s not for me to judge you one way or the other,” Jesse replied, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees and clasping his hands together.  “I love and respect you, Dad, and nothing will ever change that.” 

“Thank you, son, I appreciate that very much!” he said, smiling.  “You’ve grown into a fine young man, and I’m very proud of you,” he said, turning to put the cigar in the ashtray on the stand next to him as he continued.  “I also trust you more than I’ve ever trusted any man I’ve ever known, and I know that you would never do anything to hurt either me or your mom in any way,” he said, sitting back and looking at Jesse again.

“Thanks, Dad,” Jesse replied, returning his father’s smile.  “I won’t let you or Mom down!”

“I know you won’t, son,” his dad replied, “that’s why I want you to continue your sexual relationship with your mom, and to do so with my blessing.”

Jesse felt like someone had just dropped a brick wall on him.  His mouth fell open and he looked over at his mom, only to see her grinning at him from ear to ear.

“Yes, sweetie, I told him all about it, and he’s okay with it just like I told you he would be,” she said, taking a sip from her glass.  “So relax, it’s okay!  Really it is!” she said, trying to assure him.

“Not only is it okay, I prefer it this way,” his father said, picking up his cigar and taking a puff from it before continuing.  “After all, if my wife is going to have sex with another man, why not have it be with her own son, the one person in the world both of us know we can trust and who will never hurt her?”

“Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense,” Jesse said, caught completely off-guard and trying hard to recover.

“Just not while I’m here, okay, son?” his dad asked.  “Wait until I’m out of the house and gone, and then the two of you can have at it to your heart’s content!”

“Okay, Dad,” Jesse replied, still a bit stunned.

“Actually, sweetie, since your dad knows about us now, we’ve talked about it and have decided that you’re the only other man I’m going to have sex with from here on out,” she said.

“Really?” Jesse asked, stunned.  “I mean, really?  Just me?” he said.

“Yes, sweetie, just you!” his mom replied, still grinning at him.  “We both think it’ll be a lot safer for me that way.  And don’t worry, like I told you before your dad doesn’t like to watch; he just likes hearing about it as we have sex later on, right, honey?” she said, looking over at Jesse Sr and taking him by the hand.

“Right, baby!” he said, returning her smile.   

“I don’t know what to say,” Jesse said, looking back and forth between the two of them for a few moments.

“Just say that you’ll do it, that you’ll keep fucking me so I can keep telling your father about it!” his mom said, grinning.

“Well, yeah, sure, I’ll do it!” Jesse said, returning his mom’s grin.  “Hell, I’d have to be a damned fool not to!”

“That you would, son!” his father said, leaning forward and slapping him on his knee as he spoke, then sitting back in the lounge chair before speaking again.

“And thank you, son, very much,” he said, his voice serious.  “This means a great deal to the both of us, your mom and me, and we love you for it very much!”

“I love you, too, Dad,” Jesse replied, “both of you.”

“Now that the serious part is over,” Laura said, getting up from her lounge chair and stepping over to Jesse, reaching down and taking him by the arm to pull him to his feet, “you and I need to go have a talk about Mrs. Bellringer!  She’s been driving me crazy for the past three days about when she’s going to have the chance to fuck you, so let’s go see what we can do to arrange that, shall we?” she said, slipping her arm in his. 

“You two go have your talk, I’m going to sit out here for a while and relax, finish my cigar and my bourbon,” his dad said, “I’ll be along later!”

“Okay, honey, I’ll see you inside!” Laura said, leading Jesse towards the house with her arm in his.  She looked up at him and smiled as she spoke again.

“Now, about you and Xev, is this Friday night okay with you, sweetie?” she asked as they walked into the house, still arm in arm.

 

To be continued…