Leaning back against the bedroom door in her silky, white robe, Missy's mind screamed along a rollercoaster track of thoughts about what she'd just done.
How did that happen? Why did it? She asked herself over and over, even though she knew. She just didn't want to admit...
It'd started with him demanding that she give him a hand-job or else he'd show his father -- her husband -- a video that could ruin her marriage. Somehow her concession to his first demand ended up with her sucking his cock until she swallowed his load. And not just in a way that would appease him. No, she'd eagerly taken him into her mouth . . . wantonly slid her lips onto his thick shaft with a deep-seated hunger that she hadn't experienced in years. Pumping her lips along his manhood, she'd shamelessly sucked and licked it . . . feverishly tugged at its base . . . urged him to cum for her.
Stunned by her actions . . . ashamed of her behavior . . . she lifted the rocks glass and drained the last of the whiskey from it. The feel of the glass against her lips reminded her of his cock sliding along them . . . caressing the tiny nerve-endings.
"Oh shit," she breathed, her hand dropping to her side. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself, to quite her jangling nerves and silence the shame coursing through her.
But she couldn't.
She kept thinking about it.
About it all.
Not just what she'd done, but how she'd longed to do it . . . yearned to. The sight of his manhood's obvious outline in his shorts had tempted her and she'd easily given into his first demand. The feel of his rigid cock in her grasp . . . her hand sliding up and down it, had made her flesh simmer . . . had awoken the desire to take him into her mouth. She'd tried to fight it, even offered some resistance when he'd urged her to get on her knees before him. But the resistance was minimal and she'd soon done as he wanted, kneeling before him, her hand continuing to pump up and down, her eyes staring at his cock . . . its flesh shimmering with the precum she'd worked onto it. The desire had grown into a need . . . a hunger. And with each passing second . . . each stroke of her hand, it had grown, making her want to do it . . . want to be naughty and take her son's cock into her mouth. Then he'd used his hands to push her toward him. Again, she'd resisted . . . at first. But when he'd told her to do it . . . told her to suck his cock, she could no longer deny him . . . or herself. His words . . . their obscenity . . . had fed the hunger and she'd slid her lips onto him . . . pumped them along his rigid shaft . . . sucked on him like a wanton tramp. And she'd loved it. She'd reveled in the sensation . . . relished sucking her own son's cock. It was so wrong . . . so inappropriate . . . so naughty. But it'd felt so good, feeding the lust that been awoken during her shower . . . making her body pulse with it. Her sex had grown wet with her juices and her breasts had ached to be touched, an ache she'd answered by pressing herself against his leg . . . brazenly rubbing her tit against it.
"Shit. Shit," she cursed, closing her eyes and trying to push the memory away. But it wouldn't be discarded, the arousal still pulsing through her body keeping it fresh. Realizing she could still taste him, she decided she needed to brush her teeth, desperately hoping the completely normal act would somehow help. But to do that she'd have to leave her room and go to the master suite, which meant she might run into Jason. "Shit!"
While Missy was dealing with these things, Jason sat on the couch, reveling in the memory of his mother's blow-job. He still couldn't quite believe it'd happened, that he'd gotten her to do it or that it'd been so damn amazing. He was also upset with himself for failing to take it to the next level, and was trying to figure out how he might still do it.
He knew she was upset and probably embarrassed. There was also a good chance she was feeling ashamed. The first two emotions he could work with easy enough, but the last one would be more difficult. No matter what her emotional state, he'd need to tread carefully. Be delicate in his approach. He couldn't use blackmail again. No, that card had been played. So he'd have to actually seduce her.
But how? He asked himself.
Getting girls his own age to fuck was fairly simple since they were usually as horny as guys and looking to do something about it. He figured that older women took more finesse, especially married ones. And getting his own mother to would take that to a whole other level.
He could wait until the next day, give her some time to process things. But that probably wasn't the best plan. Not only would it give her time to construct some kind of defense, it'd also lose the main advantage he currently had; the fact that she was horny right now. He didn't want to risk losing that key advantage, give her time to settle down or possibly relieve her need.
Hell, she might be back there masturbating right now, he thought. No. Not yet, she's not. She might do that shortly, but not yet. Right now she's dealin' with her emotions.
So, he still had a window. He just needed to take advantage of it. Still, he couldn't go barging into her room just yet. He needed to give her a little time to calm down first, then try to get close to her so he could...
His earlier strategy had worked, so he decided to give her a chance to consume more alcohol. For her to do that, she'd have to leave her room for the kitchen. Figuring that wasn't going to happen as long as he was in the main part of the house, he grabbed his laptop and headed to his room, walking down the hall and past her room as casually as he could. In his room he made a point of closing the door loudly, hoping she'd hear it. Counting to ten, he quietly pulled it open just enough to peek out into the hall just in time to see her disappearing into his grandparents' room.
Missy had no idea how long she'd been standing there when she heard the door to Jason's room close. But when she did, she immediately spun on her heels and exited the bedroom, fearing if she waited he might come back out. Making a bee-line for the master suite, she passed the laundry room and remembered the clothes in the dryer. She briefly thought about needing to take care of them, but decided she had more pressing issues to deal with first.
While she brushed her teeth, she saw in the mirror just how disheveled the robe had become. Against her wishes she remembered Jason's eyes gazing down at the garment's opening and her breasts quivering with her body's motion during their incestuous act. This stirred the warmth within her and after rinsing, she fretfully straightened the robe, retying the sash to hold it closed as well as it could. She also saw that her ponytail had come loose, reminding her of his hand holding it, his other hand cupping the back of her head . . . the two of them holding her still as he'd fucked her mouth toward the end . . . just before he'd... Wrenching the squeezy from her hair, she frantically ran a brush through it so her long brunette tresses cascaded down her back, shimmering in the room's lighting.
Deciding she needed another drink, she exiting the bathroom and grabbed her glass from where she'd set it on the dresser. Hurriedly making her way to the kitchen, she dumped out the melted ice and replaced it with fresh cubes.
"Fuck," she exhaled, suddenly realizing how much alcohol she'd already consumed as she poured whiskey over the ice. That must have had something to do with what had happened. Her willingness to give into his demands . . . her eagerness to comply . . . her body's response. The alcohol had hindered her thinking, hampered her judgement. "Ok, now what?"
The damage is done... there's no turning back time. She told herself. I'll just have to deal with it. But not tonight. Tonight I just need to sleep.
Deciding she'd likely need a couple more drinks to get there, she took the bottle back to her room with her.
Continuing to peek out his door, Jason saw his mother exit the master suite and head down the hall to the main portion of the house, her glass in hand. He had to force himself to stay put and not sneak out to spy on her. A few minutes later he watched her return to her room with the bottle of whiskey.
"Ok, now just wait a little while," he told himself as he quietly closed his door.
Once back in her room, Missy pushed the bed's covers aside and propped the pillows up so she could sit up with her legs folded to one side, one on top the other, her knees slightly bent. Bathed in the limited illumination offered by the lamp on the nightstand she tried forgetting about the evening's events. But her mind wouldn't allow her to. It kept turning them over and over, reminding her of what she'd done and before she knew it, her glass was in need of a refill.
She couldn't believe what she'd done, or how her body had reacted; the warmth . . . the hunger . . . the ache. She thought the fact that it'd been Jason -- her own son -- would've kept those things at bay . . . allowed her to perform the one act without becoming aroused. Or at least dampened it during the second act. But, no. It hadn't hindered her arousal one iota. In fact, it'd heightened it so that, even now so long afterwards, her body was continuing to pulse with desire . . . so much so that her free hand was absently brushing at her breasts through the robe and she was pressing her legs together in response to the ache within her sex.
"Shit!" She exhaled, jerking her hand away and forcing her legs to relax.
Still, it'd felt good and she briefly considered masturbating. But she quickly discarded the idea as the memory of Jason's cock rose in her mind again, making her fear what she might think about if she did.
No, all you need is to get to sleep, she told herself, lifting the glass to her lips.
She was just pulling it away when a knock sounded on the door, making her jump a little.
"Mom?" Jason quietly called. "Are you alright?"
"I'm... I'm fine, Honey," she answered, forcing her voice to remain steady, hoping he'd leave her alone.
"Mom, listen, I really think we need to talk." Standing outside her room, Jason fought the urge to simply walk in. He wasn't sure if he could get her to let him in, or -- if once he did -- he could get to fuck her, but he did know walking in uninvited would dramatically reduce his chances.
"Not tonight, Honey. In the morning." Missy nervously stared at the door, silently commanding him to go away.
"I think it'd be a mistake to wait," he said, keeping his tone sympathetic so he could press her for access without actually sounding like he was.
"Honey, really--."
"Just for a minute, Mom," he interrupted her before she could tell him to leave her alone and adding a bit of weight to his voice. "I just need to talk."
Missy took a deep breath. Hearing the angst in his voice awoke her maternal instincts, made her want to help him. Taking another sip of the whiskey, she tried to decide what to do, struggled with wanting to help him and not wanting to see him at the moment.
"Mom?"
Oh God, he sounds so hurt, she told herself, taking yet another sip. A part of her questioned if it was authentic pain she was hearing in his voice, but her instincts over-road the doubt and she decided to let him in. "Ok. Come in."
Opening the door and walking into the room, Jason concentrated on keeping his expression neutral. It wasn't easy though. The sight of her caused his breath to catch and his cock to twitch within his shorts.
Sitting up in the bed, her legs folded to one side, her one hand held the robe closed, making the silky material strain over her ample breasts and helping to define the blue bra underneath. She'd taken her hair out of the ponytail and it shimmered radiantly as it cascaded over her shoulders and framed her face. Again, he was struck by her beauty and amazed at how he'd failed to notice it, and how deep her eyes were, all these years.
Walking over to the bed, he took a seat on its edge near her, his mind reveling with the image of her. Her thighs were so close, striking out from under the robe's hem. Her breasts rose and fell delicately with her breaths under its taut material, tempting him to stare . . . to gaze at them longingly. Her soft features struggled between arousal and concern, her deep brown eyes smoldering with the mixed emotions.
His proximity made Missy's body tingle and her sex to quiver. As she unconsciously pressed her legs together in response to this she had to fight a sudden urge to look at his crotch, the memory of what was there filling her mind.
What the hell is wrong with me? She silently asked herself.
"How are you doin'?" He asked while casually reaching out to rest a hand on her thigh a couple inches below the robe's hem.
"I'm... I'm a little upset," she managed to breath, the heat from his palm against her flesh making it sizzle and her heart unexpectedly race.
"Well, I... um... I wanted to apologize." Under the guise of embarrassment, he broke eye contact and let his gaze drop to admire her thigh, its warm flesh appearing from under the robe with just a tease of her asscheek. "I know I shouldn't have..."
"It's ok, Honey," she told him, instinctively wanting to help him forgive himself. The continued feel of his hand was fueling the warmth flowing through her, making her self-conscious, and she held her breath, hoping that'd be the end of it and he'd leave.
"I just couldn't help myself. You were just so beautiful..." Hardly able to believe what he was trying to do, knowing it could go wrong in so many ways, Jason fell silent for a moment. Taking a couple deep breaths, he tried to calm his own nerves as he desperately hoped it would work and lifted his eyes again. "Kneeling there... jerking me off... staring at my cock."
"Honey..." She gasped, surprised by his words . . . their audacity . . . their imagery.
"I also wanted to let you know...," he started, then paused, needing to take another breath. "I know you got excited doin' those things."
"Jason, that's not--." He continued to surprise her. She didn't know what she'd expected him to say, but these things were not it, and she was having difficulty thinking how to respond.
"It's ok," he interrupted her, his hand sliding an inch higher on her thigh. "I understand. It was like in that video... when you sucked Frank's cock. You like it. You like bein' naughty."
Missy stared at him in shock, unable to believe he would say such things to her . . . now. It hadn't earlier, in the heat of the moment. But now . . . when it was passed and he was supposedly seeking solace...
Or is he?! The thought steamrolled through her, bringing with it a sudden suspicion that he might have an ulterior motive for wanting to talk . . . for being there. And again she had to fight an urge to look at his crotch, to see if he was... No. He couldn't be thinking...
"It turns you on, doin' those things." He continued, her silence giving him both hope and the courage to slide his hand slightly higher on her thigh, bringing his fingertips to within centimeters of the robe's hem. "It makes you horny bein' dirty. It makes you wet."
"Jason--," she breathed, wanting to disavow his claims, wanting to deny them even to herself. His hand's movement upon her thigh caused her flesh to quiver . . . turned the flowing warmth into tropical breezes, and she unconsciously let her leg slip partially off the other.
"You enjoyed it," he interrupted her. Sensing her leg shift, he wanted to slide his hand under the robe, but forced it to remain where it was. But he did tense his fingers, giving her leg a gentle squeeze. "You enjoyed playin' with my cock... suckin' it."
"It was wrong," she breathed, her heart pounding within her chest, his words fanning the heat simmering within her loins. In support of her declaration -- and now believing he did indeed have an ulterior motive -- she released her hold on the robe to bring her hand down atop his, her fingers gently gripping with the intention of keeping it from progressing any higher.
"No, it wasn't. It wasn't wrong. And you know it," he told her, his gaze briefly dropping to admire the hint of cleavage where the robe fell open slightly. He'd figured this would be the biggest barrier to his ultimate goal, the taboo associated with what they'd done -- what he wanted to do -- and knew he'd have to convince her it was alright. Raising his eyes back to hers he gazed into them for a moment. "It was beautiful. And how can anything that beautiful be wrong?"
"I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to stop." She forced herself to declare, although she couldn't be certain if she truly meant it. Despite what society said about such things -- or perhaps because of that -- it had been exciting . . . wonderful . . . sensual.
So was it really wrong? She asked herself before glancing down at her nearly empty glass. Or is that the alcohol talking?
"Who cares what society says," he continued, his hand continuing to tense, gently squeezing her thigh. "What matters is what's between us. Our relationship... our love."
Oh God, he is! He wants to...! The idea ricocheted through her, adding steam to the tropical breezes and causing her to unconsciously slide her leg completely off the other and let it stretch out, allowing his hand to slip onto her inner thigh. The feel of it caused her breath to catch and her embers to sizzle and snap excitedly within her loins.
"And it doesn't seem fair that I'm satisfied, but you aren't." He told her, his hand tensing. He knew this was a shoddy approach, but he recognized her body's actions and saw the resolve weakening in her eyes and figured he had to say something.
"Honey..." Finding his inept attempt cute, she almost smiled. It let her know that, while he might have been aggressive in the living room and was trying to be so in his current attempt to seduce her, he was still only eighteen and inexperienced.
He's also your son, she told herself, trying to squelch the building ache of her body . . . the need pulsing through her. He was right of course. She was horny . . . in need of relief. Hell, she'd been thinking about masturbating just moments earlier and her arousal had only intensified since then. Still, that doesn't mean I should... That we should...
"It's ok. It really is. I've thought this through," he softly assured her. The fact that she hadn't pushed him away continued to give him hope, but he figured she was still worried about him and how he might be affected by this. He wanted her to know she needn't be, that he was alright with it. Afterall, he was the one initiating it. Reaching out with his free hand, he caressed her cheek then gently cupped it and forced her to hold his gaze. Using the motion to lean forward slightly, he slid his hand a little further up her thigh, his fingertips coming to the robe's edge.
No. No-no-no. It's not right. It just isn't. She told herself, trying to convince herself . . . trying to override the heat coursing through her. She told herself she should stop this, end it before it was too late . . . push his hand away.
But she didn't.
She couldn't.
Her body wouldn't allow it.
Staring into his eyes, she saw them gleaming with the same kind of hunger that was pulsing through her own body. The proximity of his hand made her sex quiver and she reflexively slid her leg away from the other, spreading herself open ever so slightly and allowing his fingertips to disappear under the robe.
"Jason... Honey... We shouldn't..." She sighed, her heart racing, her nerves tingling.
"I think we should," he whispered. Deciding it was time to make her push him away if she was going to, he slid his hand higher up her thigh and stretched his fingers out, brushed them across her panties. He'd been right. She was wet, the soft material was damp with her juices."Ooh." The reflexive sigh escaped her lips. His touch made her hips twitch slightly and her one leg fall a little further away from the other. Her eyes darted down to his crotch where the sight of his manhood's obvious outline within his shorts made her sex pulsate, her embers snapping into red-hot coals of desire.
Her reaction gave him the courage he needed to proceed and, without another word, he scooted up toward her. Sliding his hand back, he brushed her hair out of the way and cupped the back of her head to draw her forward.
Oh God, her mind whimpered. Realizing what she was about to let happen, but unable to stop it, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be drawn forward.
Their lips brushed together once . . . twice. Then they locked together; his pressure firm . . . insistent, hers soft . . . yielding.
Amazed by how much easier this was proving than he'd expected, Jason used his lips to guide hers open. As he slid his tongue past them and into her mouth, she raised hers in greeting. The two appendages swirled over and around one another.
Missy's nerves screamed with electricity as her body was inundated by steamy tropical gusts that made her embers crackle and snap in animated fashion . . . her breasts throb with ache. Instead of pushing his hand away, hers slid down to his wrist and her fingers locked onto it as she pulled it against her pulsating pussy, her legs spreading even further apart.
Over the next few minutes, as they kissed, they shifted positions slightly. Missy reached over and awkwardly set her glass down on the nightstand, then brought her emptied hand to the back of his head to press their lips together even firmer. She also pulled herself up more to press her breasts against his firm chest, mashing the mounds to appease some of their ache. Scooting up just a little more, Jason's hand grew heavier at her sex in response to hers pulling it to her. As he rubbed and pressed at her, her juices flowed freer and freer, making her panties wetter.
Jason's mind reeled with what was happening . . . the fact that he was making out with his mother while rubbing at her pussy through her panties. He now felt quite confident that he'd soon be sliding his stiff cock into her pussy and he yearned to do just that. But he didn't want to rush it . . . wanted to take his time in hopes that the more pleasure he gave her, the better his chances to do it again. Besides, he still wanted to fondle and molest her tits.
Missy's mind was squealing with the indecency of what was happening . . . the idea that she was letting her son touch her . . . kiss her. That she was kissing him back in a very unmotherly fashion while holding his fingers to her sex. The thought made her body vibrate with desire, her embers crackle intensely. Shifting and spreading her legs further apart she caused the robe to ride up on her thighs, the front to come loose.
Then Jason broke their kiss and pulled back to gaze into her eyes for a moment.
"Are... Are you sure?" Missy whispered, her mind trying to reassert itself, raising second thoughts and reminding her of societies views on what they were doing . . . what they were going to do. But her body didn't have any second thoughts. Awash with arousal, it ignored the doubts and responded to what her son did next.
Without a word he drew his hand from under the robe to grab its sash and pull it loose. Then he used both hands to push the flaps aside so he could gaze at her breast in just her bra for the first time. They were magnificent. Although the bra was no skimpier than her bikinis, something about the lingerie made her ample mounds so much more enticing . . . more erotic, and his desire to touch them . . . fondle them . . . molest their flesh, screamed within him.
As if reading his mind, Missy shrugged out of the robe and pulled it from under her ass to drop it on the floor beside the bed. Then she reached behind her, undid the bra's clasp, and added it to the floor. Shifting the pillows from behind her, she lay back on the bed, her back arched slightly to jut her chest upward in offering.
Thinking she was possibly the most beautiful woman in the world, Jason gazed down at his mother. Her shimmering hair was splayed out on the pillow her head rested upon. Her features were soft and lax with her arousal, her lips parted slightly, her eyes smoldering under heavy lids. He'd thought her breast were magnificent in the bra, but seeing them bare he knew that word failed to do them justice. They were full and round, their milky flesh calling to be fondled . . . reshaped and sculpted, and they were fronted by swollen, dark areolas that begged to be tweaked . . . licked and suckled on. Below the glorious mounds, the abs of her tummy quivered ever so perceptively. The light blue panties accentuated her lightly tanned flesh and, like the ones in the video, the sides rode high on her hips then dove down in a sharp vee over her crotch. Where they covered her sex the material was compromised by her juices so that it molded to her mound, clearly defining its curvatures and showing a hint of the feathering of hairs.
After taking in her image for a moment, he reached out to cover each breasts with a hand . . . his fingers tensing . . . squeezing . . . sculpting and reshaping their milky flesh.
"Ooh," Missy sighed, her eyes closing softly and her back arching a little more to push her tits into his hands, his fondling fueling the ache pulsing within the mounds . . . his palms' heat sizzling against her flesh.
Squeezing and molding her breasts for the next few moments, he watched their plaint, milky flesh being reshaped . . . felt them giving under his grasping fingers. When the thought of doing this had first struck him in the laundry room earlier he'd had no idea how amazing it would actually be. But now that he was, he found it so enthralling; the imagery, the tactile sensation. It made his blood pulse through his veins, his cock throb within his shorts. And it only grew more sensational as he saw her nipples become fully engorged . . . watched them turn into hard spires of lust atop her beautiful tits.
Forcing his eyes up from these sights, he saw the passion in her expression as she returned his gaze and he wanted to be closer to her . . . to kiss her. Releasing his hold on her breasts, he swung himself onto the bed and laid down beside her on his side, using his one arm to suspend himself slightly above her. Recognizing what he was doing, Missy slid her arm under him and reached up to place her hand at the back of his head, pulling him to her. Their lips connected . . . opened . . . their tongues rising to duel one another once again. Her other hand reached up to grip the bicep of his free arm, her fingers tensing as she encouraged him to return to her tits. He didn't need the encouragement though. His hand reached out to cover one of her mounds, cupping and squeezing it anew for a moment before shifting up to swipe his fingers across the engorged nipple . . . take it between his thumb and forefinger and tweak it.
"Mmm," she sighed into their kiss, electricity shooting through the bud.
As they kissed, his hand switched between the twin mounds, his fingers tensing more and more . . . their hunger growing. He toyed with her nipples, brushed his fingers back and forth over them . . . tweaked them.
Tropical gusts blew through her body, causing her embers to sizzle and snap . . . flare into brilliant orange briquettes of lust . . . her flesh simmering with their heat. Her feet slid on the sheet, her legs scissoring open . . . spreading themselves . . . the one closest to him rubbing against his hard cock through his shorts . . . making her press her thigh against it.
All the while both their minds reeled with what was happening; his reveling in the events, hers tumbling with the indecency of it. And both trains of thought fueled their respective lusts.
After a few minutes he broke their kiss and leaned down to her nearest tit, his hand cupping it . . . holding it for him. Dropping his lips around the nipple, he took it into his mouth and suckled, his tongue urgently swiping back and forth over it.
"Ooh yes, Honey. Suck my tit," Missy panted, her back arching higher to offer herself as her fingers tensed at the back of his head, holding him to her. Her words sent her mind into a tailspin over the lewdness of saying this to her son and her eyes softly closed, her face lulling to one side.
Thrilled by hearing his mother tell him to do what he was, Jason pressed his throbbing, aching cock harder against her thigh. Moving his hand to her other breast, he cupped and fondled the fleshy mound, his fingers growing hungrier. Soon he pulled his mouth away from her nipple to lean over and to drop it atop the other.
"Ooh." Missy whimpered, cool air swirling over the moist nub he'd just vacated to make it tingle while his mouth and tongue caused the other to spark with new electricity and her body shifted to offer it up to him. Continuing to scissor across the sheet, her one leg slid further and further open as the other pressed harder and harder against the rigid cock at her thigh. "Ooh, Honey. Suck my tits. Suck them, Baby."
This continued for the next few minutes; him sucking on and fondling her breasts, switching between them every few moments, while she whimpered and moaned for him to do just what he was doing and arching her back to feed him whichever mound he was suckling on.
Eventually he brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her passionately . . . their tongues dueling. Simultaneously his hand slid down from her tit, his fingers running across her abs to make them quiver spastically. Reaching the waistband of the panties, his hand slipped inside and dove down to her sex, straining the material. A pair of fingers delved into her slit . . . rubbed at her . . . played in her wetness.
"Mmm! Mmm!" Missy whimpered into the kiss, her hips twitching . . . rolling, her arousal making it easy for the digits to slip inside her. As he curled them to rub at her inner wall, her embers burst into flames.
His pulsating lust was driving him to move on and he broke their kiss to hurriedly pull away and sit up, his hand coming out from inside her panties. Grabbing onto their waistband, he jerked them off her hips.
As he'd pulled away, Missy's one hand fell to her side and the other dropped to the pillowcase beside her head. She laid there, wondering what he intended to do next; if he meant to fuck her, or lick her sex first. Either way, she didn't care. Her own lust was boiling in her veins . . . her fires growing higher and higher, making her want whichever he had in mind. Lifting her ass, she brought her legs together so he could remove the panties . . . have access to her.
Jerking them down her legs, he tore them free of her feet and her legs spread themselves again, this time wider . . . her feet finding a perch . . . her knees bending. Raising the panties to inhale her scent, he gazed at her pussy. Neatly trimmed, the feathering of hairs glistened dewlike with her juices and her dark, swollen labia shimmered wetly, flowering open in invitation to provide a hint of her opening at their center. The sight of it and the sweet scent of her arousal made his cock jump and throb within his shorts . . . made him want to drive the hard member deep inside her . . . fuck her with abandon.
But again, he wanted more . . .
More of this opportunity . . .
As well as more opportunities . . .
Knowing if he removed his shorts now, he might not be able to control himself, he left them on and dropped her panties to the floor. Then he moved between her legs and lowered his face to her dripping pussy.
Missy stared up at him gazing at her sex, her hips rolling ever so slightly . . . her body aching for whatever was about to happen. The thought of what she was doing . . . laying there naked in front of her son . . . waiting for him to either fuck her or eat her, made her feel dirty . . . lewd . . . obscene. And her fires grew even hotter, her fingers tensed to scratch at the sheet and pillowcase.
"Ooh." she sighed, her hips freezing in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs . . . lowered his face toward her. His hands came to the hollows of her thighs, his palms hot against her flesh. Her nerves tingled eagerly in anticipation as his mouth hovered above her sex momentarily, his breath swirling over her.
Gazing at the pussy before him, Jason brought his hands closer so his thumbs could pull her lips apart, providing him with easier access to her slit. Then he stuck out his tongue and swiped it up through her wetness.
"Ooh God," she gasped, her head falling back to the pillow, her face lulling to one side, her eyes softly closing. "God, yes."
Licking her pussy, Jason tried to remember what to do. He'd watched enough porn to have an idea, but he wasn't certain. So he just licked at her over and over.
Whimpering, Missy lay there thinking how he wasn't experienced, but he was enthusiastic. As he eagerly licked at her, swiping his tongue up and down . . . brushing past her opening again and again, he accidentally brushed across her clit. Electricity sparked through the little button to make her hips jerk . . . twitch . . . make her want it more.
"Lick my clit, Baby. Lick my clit," she mewled.
This reminded him of things he'd seen and heard, and he turned his eyes to the engorged bud, standing out from its hood. Bringing his tongue to it he began lapping at it insistently.
"Ooh God, yes! That's it. Yes." She mewled, the attention making the electricity scream through her clit, making her hips roll and twitch. "Ooh yes, lick it. Lick my clit."
Her words surprised her. Although she enjoyed being talked dirty to, she wasn't usually so vocal. Especially using such words or phrases. But somehow she couldn't help herself. The words tumbled from her in response to having her pussy eaten by her own son. And an orgasm soon formed within her dancing flames, promising intense force. Her flesh began to shimmer with a thin sheen of sweat, her muscles tightening under it. Biting at her lip, she brought her other hand up to the pillow beside her, both sets of fingers gripping at the case.
Encouraged by her words and her body's response, Jason continued loving her pussy. Every couple moments he slid his tongue downward to swipe through her juices a few times, then returned to lap at her clit. Shifting one hand, he brought his thumb to her opening and pushed it inside her. When it didn't get the reaction he wanted, he withdrew it and stuck two fingers into her instead, curling them upward to rub at her inner wall.
"Ooh God!" She whimpered, the penetration causing her feet to push down on the bed and lift herself onto his digits . . . press her clit against his tongue. The orgasm grew within her fires and her head rolled from side-to-side, her fingers now clawing onto the pillowcase.
Thrilled by her reaction, he continued massaging her wall and lapping at her clit.
"Ooh yes. Ooh God, yes." The immorality of what was happening . . . the idea of who it was licking and fingering her . . . added to the orgasm's rapturous promise . . . drew it out of the flames . . . urged it toward release.
Listening to her moans of pleasure and watching her muscles tense under her shimmering flesh had Jason's lust frothing. Pressing his throbbing cock down into the mattress under him, he desperately wanted to rip his shorts off and shove his manhood into the pussy her.
But he knew he shouldn't.
Knew he needed to wait.
So he forced himself to hold back . . . for the moment.
Missy's orgasm approached the ledge of its release. Towering and powerful, its promise made her body start to writhe upon the bed . . . her muscles clenching . . . her breasts quivering upon her chest. Her head snapped to one side, her eyes closed, her teeth biting at her lip. Her hands dropped down to the top of his head . . . held him to her.
Oh God. What are you doing? Her mind whimpered. This is so wrong. So, so wrong.
"Ooh God!" She cried out, these thoughts ripping the orgasm off the ledge . . . sending it screaming through her with tsunami force. Brilliant skyrockets blasted through her mind, their explosions deafening. Her feet kicked down . . . her legs tensed . . . lifted her off the bed . . . shoved her sex against his fingers and tongue. With her back arching to jut her tits into the air, her head rolled back on her bending neck, her eyes shut, her mouth open. Her muscles spasmed under her shimmering flesh, her abs quivering spastically.
Jason had never had a girl orgasm like this from eating her pussy. Or from anything really. And it surprised him. Her hips sudden rise pulled her away from him, caused his tongue to lose contact with her clit, his fingers to pull away from her inner wall. Quickly shifting upward, he brought his tongue back in place and started pumping his fingers in and out of her.
"Yes! God yes! Ooh God, yes," she whimpered, the orgasm continuing to crash through her for several long minutes, making her body writhe and twist, her breasts roll and jiggle upon her chest. Her hands tensed at the back of his head . . . held him firmly to her.
Then, as it eventually began to fade, her muscles relaxed and her body softened to slowly drop back to the mattress where she lay panting, shuddering with a couple aftershocks.
Remaining in place for a moment, Jason licked at her juices, loving the taste of her. But he couldn't deny his own lust any longer and he soon pulled away, jumping off the bed and tearing his shorts off.
As he did, he gazed upon her, mesmerized. He'd thought she was beautiful before. But that beauty was nothing compared to her now, bathed in erotic afterglow, her flesh shimmering with a sheen of erotic sweat. Her arms lay limply at her sides, her fingers lightly scratching at the sheet. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, her breasts swaying and jiggling enticingly, topped by her swollen nipples. Her legs were splayed apart and between them her pussy shined with her juices, her dark lips swollen with arousal and flowering open in invitation, revealing her waiting entrance. She'd turned her face to look at him, her eyes smoldering under heavy lids as they stared at his cock. Framed by her radiant tresses splayed upon the pillow, her features were lax and glowing with her desire as she bit gently at her lower lip.
"Jason... Honey..." she breathed. Although the sight of his manhood had her body trembling with anticipation . . . her sex pulsating with need, her mind whimpered in protest, reminding her of who's manhood she was staring at . . . longing for.
Again, it was trying to make her stop this . . . stop what was happening.
Yet, she knew she wouldn't . . . that she couldn't.
She wanted it too badly . . . wanted him inside her.
Climbing back onto the bed, Jason set his hands on either side of her voluptuous body and held himself above her . . . his cock hanging between them . . . its tip brushing at her sex.
They gazed into one another's eyes for a moment, both thinking about what was happening; the taboo it embodied . . . the impropriety . . . the excitement.
His lust boiling up, Jason wanted desperately to simply plunge himself into her . . . to quickly drive his cock deep inside her pussy and fuck her.
But first . . .
First . . .
Knowing she enjoyed being naughty, he wanted to make her act like a wanton slut. And not just because he believed it'd improve his chances of a repeat performance. No, he wanted her to be his slut . . . wanted her to do and say things for him. He wanted to make the most of this opportunity . . . just in case.
"Put it inside you, Mom." He told her, his nerves jangling. The thrill of it being her made him emphasize that word even though he was uncertain about how she'd respond."Ooh, Honey," she sighed as she willingly reached between them . . . wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft . . . guided it to her. His making her do this . . . making her actively participate in the coming act . . . made her nerves tingle with excitement while his emphasis drove home its indecency.
"That's a good slut," he breathed, his lips curling into a smile. Pulling his eyes from hers, he looked down as he lowered his hips to watch his cock disappear inside her . . . her velvety folds accept him . . . take him, her lips wrapping around his shaft . . . clinging to it.
"Ooh God. Ooh God, yes," she whimpered, her eyes softly closing. As he entered her, her feet pressed down to lift her onto him, her body arching slightly. Her hand came back out to lay beside her, both sets of fingers grabbing at the sheet . . . tugging at it.
Their crotches met and they rolled their hips to grind against one another for a moment.
Pulling back, he extracted part of his member. Pushing forward, he slid it back inside her.
"You like that, Mom? You like my cock?" He asked, grinding against her some more.
"Yes. God yes," she whimpered, lifting herself and grinding back against him.
Then he began fucking her; pulling back and pushing forward to piston his cock in and out of her. Under him, Missy raised and lowered herself in unison with his rhythm . . . sliding herself on and off his manhood . . . fucking him back. Wet slapping sounds rose from their repeated unions.
"You're so beautiful," he told her, his hips humping up and down, his cock pumping in and out. "Such a beautiful slut."
Whimpering and mewling, her fingers grabbed at the sheet . . . pulled at it. Her fires had continued burning and his manhood's repeated penetrations of her sex fueled them . . . stoked them higher . . . hotter. Using her legs, she lifted herself to meet his descending cock, her actions causing her ample breasts to sway enticingly upon her chest.
"Yea, you like it. You like me fuckin' you... bein' my slut." He groaned, his rhythm steadily building faster . . . harder.
"Ooh, yes. Yes," she whimpered. She didn't know if it was just because it'd been so long since she'd been talked to like this . . . called names like this, that was fanning her lust to an amplified level. Or if it was the fact that it was her son sating these things, making her face what was happening . . . what she was letting happen . . . what she was doing. Either way, they quickly awoke another orgasm within her flames, this one's rapturous promising even more powerful.
"You're being so naughty... such a naughty slut." He growled, the words tumbling from him without thought, as if on autopilot. "Such a dirty lil' whore, Mom."
"Ooh yes, Honey. Yes." The orgasm grew to tower above the flames. Her fingers clawed at the sheet . . . her muscles tensing under her shimmering flesh.
His fucking of her grew more and more rabid, his hips pumping at her harder and faster until it eventually grew too wild for her to match. Throwing her legs over his thighs, she hooked her feet under them and reached up to grab onto his biceps. Then she simply laid there, letting him fuck her . . . letting him use her, his assault making her body rock upon the bed, her tits undulate fluidly. Her eyes were closed and her head lulled from side-to-side, a few strands of hair fluttering with it.
In and out his cock pumped . . .
Driving into her . . .
Again and again . . .
In and out . . .
In and out . . .
"Ooh, yes. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me," she whimpered, the orgasm exiting the flames and approaching its release. Opening her eyes, she gazed up at him, her mind whirling with the image of her son atop her . . . his manhood pistoning in and out of her.
"Oh, Mom, you're so beautiful," he groaned, returning her gaze. The sight of her beneath him made him jackhammer his hips at her . . . shove his cock deep inside her . . . jerk back . . . pound it back into her. "A beautiful, dirty slut."
"Ooh God, yes! Yes!" She cried out, the orgasm being torn from the ledge and crashing through her like a runaway locomotive, filling her mind with brilliant fireworks and deafening explosions. Her muscles spasmed, her feet kicked down into the bed and her legs tensed to lift her against him . . . cram her crotch against his as her hips twitched and jerked in rapid little bunny-hops, her sex locking around his cock . . . squeezing it . . . milking it. Her body arching, her head rolled back on her straining neck, muscles and tendons tight under her flesh. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth fell open, a series of unintelligible whimpers escaping it. Upon her chest, her breasts rolled and jiggled fluidly.
Jason struggled against her raised hips to continue fucking her as best he could, glad that he'd already cum twice that night; once in the shower and once in her mouth. Otherwise the image of her combined with her clenching pussy might have caused him to cum right then. Instead he was able to hold back his boiling climax, withstand the urge and last a little longer . . . extend his time fucking her.
As her body writhed for the next few minutes, her nails scratched into his arms, her hands clenching with the electricity jolting along her nerves created by the exploding orgasm.
"Ooh," she whimpered, the orgasm eventually fading and her body softly dropping back to the bed. Her face lulled to one side and she panted past her open lips, her mind reeling with how powerful it'd been.
Softly pumping himself in and out of her a couple times, Jason decided he wanted her on all fours and he dropped back on his haunches, pulling his cock from her.
"Mmm," she mewled sadly with the loss even as she wondered what he intended next.
"Roll over," he commanded, grabbing onto her waist and guiding her to do so.
"Ooh," she sighed, her question being answered. The duo of powerful orgasms in rapid succession had sapped her energy, yet she managed to roll over and lift herself up on her hands and knees. With her head hanging down, her hair cascading to the bed, she raised her ass and spread her legs in open invitation to her son.
Jason took a moment to enjoy the imagery before him; his mother's round ass hovering, her wet sex glistening between her splayed legs. Her flesh shimmered with erotic sweat and her luscious breasts hung down under her, swaying delicately as she settled into place.
Then he moved up to kneel behind her. Grabbing onto her waist with one hand, he guided himself to her with the other. Then when his cockhead entered her that hand came to her waist as well and his hips shot forward . . . drove his cock into her . . . hard . . . fast, his crotch smacking against her asscheeks.
"Ooh God!" Missy whimpered out, the force of his penetration making her body rock forward . . . her tits sway freely.
"You are a dirty slut, Mom," he growled as he started fucking her, his hips rocking back and forth to piston his manhood into her again and again . . . hard . . . fast. "A naughty whore for lettin' me do this... lettin' me fuck you."
"Ooh, yes. Yes." She mewled as she was rocked back and forth, her tits undulating under her. Her head remained hanging down and her hair swayed around it. Her eyes were closed as she listened to him . . . his words fueling the passion rolling through her.
"You're so naughty... so dirty," he huffed, finding that his words were having an effect on him as well . . . heightening his own arousal . . . forcing him to strain at maintaining control . . . to hold his climax back for a few more minutes.
"Ooh God, Honey. Ooh God," she whimpered, his primal fucking of her stoking her lust . . . fanning her fires . . . manifesting yet a third orgasm. This surprised her. While she'd had multiple orgasm before, they'd never formed so quickly . . . so easily. Still there it was, swirling among her flames . . . growing with each thrust of his rigid manhood . . . pulsing with every dirty phrase coming from his mouth.
"You dirty slut." Using his hands on her hips he began pushing and pulling her in unison with his thrusts . . . using her to fuck him. As his hips dropped back he threw her forward, then jerked her back as his hips shot forward.
"Ooh. Ooh God." As he used her body for his pleasure the orgasm emerged from the fires. Its promise of earthshattering force caused her muscles to tense, her head to roll back, her hair cascading past her shoulders. "Ooh God, yes, Honey."
Continuing to call her dirty names and telling her she was naughty for letting him do this, he fucked her with building urgency . . . his rhythm growing hungrier . . . harder.
In and out his cock pistoned . . .
Driving . . .
Pounding . . .
Slamming into her . . .
Again and again . . .
His crotch slapping against her asscheeks . . .
Making them vibrate with the contact . . .
Her breasts swaying . . .
Undulating . . .
Whimpering and mewling, Missy knelt there being fucked by her son . . . the orgasm towering as it approached its release. Her head fell forward . . . rolled back, her hair swishing with it. Her muscles tensed . . . relaxed, her fingers grabbing at the sheet below her.
"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in you, Mom." Jason growled, his hips ratcheting awkwardly into her a . . . few . . . last . . . times. Then he slammed himself into her as deep as possible and froze, his crotch smashed against her ass. His cock twitched . . . jerked . . . unleashed his seed deep into her pussy. "Fuck yea!"
"Yes! God, yes!" She cried out, the sensation tearing the orgasm free and sending it crashing through her with tidal force. Her head snapped back on her straining neck, her hair being thrown with it. Behind her closed eyes, her mind exploded in a series of brilliant skyrockets. From her open mouth came loud whimpers and moans. Her muscles spasmed; tensing . . . relaxing . . . tensing, quivering spastically under her shimmering flesh. Pressing back against him, her ass twitched and hopped in rapid little bunny-hops, her sex clenching onto his exploding manhood; squeezing it . . . milking it.
"Oh fuck yea," he sighed when he finished, his cock settling down within her velvety folds. His hands remained on her waist, holding himself pressed against her as she milked the last drops of his seed from him.
Eventually her orgasm subsided, the waves of ecstasy ebbing back into the ocean. Her body softened, her muscles relaxing, and her head fell forward again.
Jason ground himself against her for a moment, then pulled back, extracting his softening cock from her and releasing his hold on her waist. As he climbed off the bed, Missy collapsed onto it with a whimper, her legs sliding straight out behind her and her arms falling bent at her sides. Then she lay there, panting and floating along on the gentle afterglow. After a moment she felt the covers being placed on top of her and then the door being opened and closed.
Bathed in the nightstand lamp's soft illumination she thought about what had just happened and how much she had enjoyed it . . . wonder what the following days might hold. Then, with the fading of the rapture, her mind returned to the indecency of it. Struggling with the conflict, she slowly slipped off to sleep.
In his room, Jason was also reveling in the events while contemplating their new relationship; would it continue or was that the end of it? He didn't have the answer, but he knew which way he was leaning.
The End