From the kitchen, Charlie could hear them at it again. His father's voice was raised, but his mother's was muffled. What was it this time? Complaints about the money she spent, the food she cooked, how she kept house, how she raised her son? It could have been any of those things. Charlie had heard all the arguments before.
It hadn't always been this way, though. He could remember when they had seemed to be such a loving couple, but in the last 3 years, with his dad Bryon's business not prospering, his drinking had gotten worse. Now, it was rare for a day to go by without some argument or another breaking out. Charlie's sympathies were definitely with his mom, Linda. She had gotten a job and was now contributing as much to household income as Bryon, which may have had the effect of making things worse with her husband, who was now feeling even more inadequate.
Charlie had always been closer to his mom than he was to his dad, even in better days. She was home taking care of him while Bryon worked long hours to build up his business. She talked him through his first teenage heartbreak, comforting him with hugs and kisses. He had trusted her enough to tell her things that no one else knew, and she had always protected his secrets and never showed disapproval. Linda had believed in being straight with him, treating him as an adult and a friend, not as a child. No guilt was ever inflicted upon him, and at 19, he was well adjusted and generally happy, despite the tense atmosphere at home.
Charlie dated some, but he had inherited some of his father's drive to succeed, so most of his time was spent working and going to the local college. He was a good student and a hard worker, and people generally liked him. Charlie was very ordinary looking, and he seemed to blend into the crowd at parties. It didn't help that Charlie was very shy around girls.
Oh, he liked girls all right. It was just hard for him to make the connection and spark their interest. So he spent quite a bit of his free time doing what young men without women generally do for amusement. He played with his own built-in amusement park. This was something he had confided to Linda years before, and she had encouraged him to enjoy himself that way. It was natural, she had said, and far preferable to experimenting in the chancy world of sluts and prostitutes.
Today, though, he'd not had time for any such enjoyment. He had been going since before sunup, with hardly a bathroom break at work or at school. As he fixed a sandwich to the sound of the row going on in the den, Charlie felt an awareness of his crotch that always preceded his nightly sessions alone in his bed. Wouldn't it be nice for a change to have some real pussy?
Before that thought was even complete, a clear image of his mother's body passed through his brain, and Charlie shivered involuntarily. He remembered the feel of her holding and comforting him on the couch when he'd been down about something, or again when things had been good and she was celebrating his good mood with him. She had never been slutty, but she was also not shy about touching and rubbing up against him. Many times, she'd spoken of holding him as a baby, her only son. And she was the perfect image of a mother, with wide child-bearing hips and an ample bosom. Her face was so motherly she could have played one on TV.
Only her red hair would set her apart from all the other prototype mothers in the world. Charlie never got tired of touching it, admiring its color and curl, as it spilled around her shoulders and onto her upper chest. She had that pale, lightly freckled skin characteristic of true redheads, and Charlie often wondered if it she could pass the other test for a true redhead. The thought of red pussy hair gave him the chills.
Charlie had only eaten part of his sandwich when Linda came in from the den, her eyes moist and downcast. She walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"What's the matter, mom?"
"I'm not coping with his mood tonight. I think this is the last straw. I need to get out of here for awhile," she answered.
"Let's go then. I'll tell him I'm taking you to the store," he said.
"Can you really go? I know you have things to do, don't you?"
"Nothing's more important than you, Mom," said Charlie.
And so Charlie made excuses to his dad, who by then had gotten involved in a baseball game and seemed glad to see them go. Charlie and Linda climbed in his SUV and pulled out of the driveway. It was about 9 o'clock and dark, and Charlie sensed that Linda just wanted to drive around and talk. She sniffled a bit, describing the latest argument. As she talked she seemed to relax a bit. She reached over and took Charlie's right hand, which was on the seat and held it to her face.
"Thanks for taking care of your old lady," she said. "I really need a friend."
"Nonsense," said Charlie. "You're not old, and besides, I haven't had a date for awhile. I can use the practice."
"Practice doing what?" she kidded. "I'll bet you still get plenty of practice with your own 'toys'."
"Oh, that's a low blow. I mean, that's hitting below the belt. Uh, I mean... Hey, everything I say sounds like some bad pun."
Linda chuckled. It was good to hear her laugh. They really did have a close relationship. How many 19 year olds can joke with their mothers about sex?
"So, when you do have a date, where do you take them to make out?" Linda asked.
"It's been so long, I don't remember."
"Come on, you remember!"
"Okay, you want me to show you?" Charlie retorted.
"Mmm. Sounds exciting."
Charlie wheeled the big SUV around and headed for a favorite spot. It was down near his old high school, at a tree-covered church parking lot. Charlie knew from experience that the choir practiced until 10PM on Wednesday evenings, and there would be a few cars in the lot. His vehicle would never be noticed, and there wouldn't be people milling around or cops cruising the lot.
"You're taking me to church? And I haven't even been bad, yet," Linda said.
"Well, look at it this way. If you do something bad, you'll be in the right spot to repent."
Charlie parked, unbuckled his seatbelt, and moved across the seat, turning to face his mother. He unbuckled her seatbelt, too, and then gave her a big, gentle hug. Linda hugged back, saying,
"Wow, it's been a long time since I've been parking with a young guy. I like it, so far."
On the surface, the mood was light and jocular, but underneath, they both began to feel the stirrings of something much more serious. As they held each other close, Charlie ventured a kiss on Linda's right cheek, which she reciprocated. His hands moved up to cup her face, and he planted light kisses on her forehead, eyes, and nose. Linda, feeling the effects of months without physical love between her and Bryon, pulled Charlie into a quick kiss on the lips, to which he responded in kind.
Then Linda began to open up about her life. Charlie had heard the stories of the conflicts with Bryon, but Linda had never gotten into the problems they were having in the bedroom. Somehow, it didn't feel inappropriate for her to tell him. It affected his life, too, living in the same house with them. She told him that it had been 6 months since they had made love, and that neither of them had really enjoyed it then. It was more of a last-ditch effort than a spontaneous expression of love.
"I miss being loved, Charlie," she said.
"I love you, Mom. I think you're beautiful, and I feel good around you. We can talk about anything, and I don't feel shy with you."
"Thanks, Charlie. I feel the same. Holding you in my lap like this reminds me of when you were a tiny boy, which you're certainly not now. You used to be so insistent around feeding time. You breast fed for a long time, and after you began to walk and get your coordination down, you'd climb up into my lap like this and demand milk."
"How did I do that?" he asked.
"You'd get up really close and shove you hand right down my blouse and grab what you wanted, that's how. And I'd unbutton my blouse, open my bra, and give you what you wanted. I always give you what you wanted." She hesitated. "And I still would."
Linda studied his eyes. Inside his pants, Charlie's dick lurched. Seeing his somewhat stunned expression, Linda kissed him on the mouth again, but more slowly this time, and with slightly parted lips. Charlie's hands were still at the sides of her face, and during the kiss, his right hand slid down to her neck. He was hoping for a sign that he had not misunderstood her subtle meaning. It wasn't long in coming.
Linda reached between them with her right hand and slowly unbuttoned the top button on her white blouse.
"So, I'd really just reach down your blouse and grab your breast?" he said, his tight throat choking the words out stiffly. Linda nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and a slight smile on her moist lips.
With a ragged intake of breath, Charlie let his right hand slide further down her throat and onto the top of Linda's right breast. "Like this?" he croaked. She responded by unbuttoning the next button. Charlie kissed her full on the mouth, both of their mouths opening and wet this time. His right hand inched its way inside his mother's bra, all the way to the hard little nipple at the apex of her mound.
"Hungry?" she murmured around the kiss.
"God, yes," he whispered back.
With that, Linda undid the third button and unhooked the clasp in between her breasts, which were now damp and heaving. She cupped the right one in her hand and offered it to her son. Her breasts where made for him. They had sustained him as an infant, and they would bring him closer to her now.
Charlie wasted no time in accepting her offer. He was dying to suck her nipples and feel the fullness of her breasts in both hands. His right hand covered her left breast while his mouth encircled her right nipple. Gently but passionately, Charlie nursed on his mother, feeling the old intimacy of childhood returning, but with the new component of a man's sexual urgency.
Linda's head was spinning with the thrill, danger, and taboo of her own actions. The feeling of exhilaration was incredible, as her heart made the sound of blood beat wildly in her ears. At the same time, she felt an odd sense of calm, as if she were returning magically to a happier time, when she was young and had just produced a miracle from her body. That miracle had been transformed into a virile young man, but he was still her son, and she knew better than anyone how to care for and comfort him. She resolved in that moment that she would comfort him always. She had been made to give him life, and he had given joy back to her life. She felt as if she were coming back to life after being in a coma.
Wrapped up in each other in the SUV, their sense of time became distorted. Later, neither of them could remember how long Charlie had nursed, but their reverie was broken when the doors of the church opened and the choir members began heading for their cars. Perhaps it had been only a few minutes. In any case, Linda was the first to break the spell, and she gently pulled Charlie's head up and said, "Son, we have to leave."
With some difficulty, due to his constricting erection, Charlie got back into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Linda quite obligingly put her back to the car door and slid down in the seat a few inches. From there, Charlie could view her naked breasts as they drove back home. She held them and massaged them for his entertainment until they got within a block of home, when she closed her bra and buttoned her blouse, reaching into her bra to pull her tits inward, making a lovely cleavage visible in the v-neck of her blouse.
Before they got out of the car, Linda leaned over to him and gave him a soft kiss. Then, she asked a favor.
"Charlie, I know you need to relieve yourself sexually. Please, wait until you go to bed, though. Don't run in the bathroom and jack off now, okay? Just go in and sit on the couch in the den."
"Sure, Mom. Whatever you say," Charlie answered, not fully understanding the curious request, but not willing to deny any request she may have had. After all, he was greatly in her debt.
When they got in the front door, Charlie did as he was told, while Linda headed for the kitchen. He heard her rummaging around in the refrigerator as he entered the den. His dad was still in his chair and hardly took any notice of Charlie's entry into the room. Baseball was still on the TV, but it was definitely not what was on Charlie's mind. He was about to make his excuses and head for bed when he noticed movement down the hallway.
From where Charlie sat on the couch, he could see across the living room and down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Bryon was sitting in a lounge chair across the room, and he could not see the hallway. As Charlie watched, his mom, dressed in a nightgown covered by a robe, stopped at the end of the dark hall, just inside the lighted living room and out of her husband's view. There, she loosened the tie on her robe and dropped it off her shoulders, exposing the black nightie underneath. Then she began to rub her breasts through the material, cupping and kneading them both as Charlie stared. His erection, which really didn't need the help, got even stiffer. In a few seconds, Linda began tugging on the black nylon, inching it up her thighs until it barely covered her pussy. Charlie gave a quick glance at his dad, who was still glued to the game, and then returned to watching his mom.
In a few seconds, Linda's hand slid under her nightie and her slender fingers worked between her legs. As she did this, she lifted the nightie with her other hand, revealing to Charlie for the first time her red bush, in all it's glory. And although it was fire red, it looked like a green light to Charlie.
Abruptly, Linda dropped the hem of her nightie, pulled her robe around her shoulders, and re-tied the belt. Then she strode across the living room and into the den, as if nothing had happened. Charlie almost wondered if he had dreamed it all.
"Watching something good?" she said as she sat on the couch next to Charlie. The meaning was different for each man in the room.
Linda patted Charlie's thigh, and the touch was electric. If Bryon had not been slightly tipsy and so involved in the game on TV, he might have become aware of the game going on in the den. Charlie felt his face reddening, but a large portion of his blood supply was headed south, reinforcing the bulge in his crotch. Fearing his body language would betray his arousal, Charlie stood up and headed for his bedroom, mumbling that he was going to bed.
On his way out of the den, Linda called to him. "Don't go to bed before you take a shower. You smell a little rank to me."
Oh, he knew what she was doing. He'd promised not to masturbate before going to bed, and she was trying to prolong his agony by insisting on him taking a shower. She was the reason he was in this condition in the first place, and he knew that it would be hard to keep from spilling his seed under the warm shower. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise.
Then Charlie thought of a way to get her back. Getting to his room, he quickly stripped off his clothes and grabbed the towel hanging on his bedpost. He rationed himself to a brief squeeze on his member and then he wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked in the corner. Then he headed back down the hall toward the bathroom, the door to which was near the end of the hallway.
Charlie was standing in his towel, just inside the hallway, when his mother, still sitting on the couch in the den, caught sight of him. He stared right into her eyes as he untucked the towel with his left hand and let one end drop to the floor. He raised his right hand across his thigh, cupping his balls and then sliding up his erect rod. Carefully and slowly, Charlie showed his naked body to his mother, ensuring that she got a good view of her creation. He saw her uncross and recross her legs as she sat on the couch, a strange expression on her face. He knew he was having an effect, and it felt good to have a bit of control. After about a minute of this display, Charlie turned, running his right hand down his buttocks, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Charlie's mind was filled with the wonderful sight he'd seen just minutes before. His beautiful, bountiful mother, exposing her red triangle to him, with its apex pointing to his origin. And maybe, to his future as well? As he stepped into the steaming shower, he once again fought the urge to relieve himself, thoughts of the things he'd like to do to his mother running rampant in his brain. Why was she torturing him? At any rate, he knew that when he got in bed tonight, he would be at peak arousal. "More than one climax tonight," Charlie thought. He might as well enjoy the shower and the thoughts of his mother, so he didn't hurry through it.
Charlie stepped out of the shower, his dick still perfectly hard, and dried himself off. Then, he wrapped the towel around his waist, opened the door, and found himself facing Linda, who was standing opposite the door, leaning back against the wall with one leg bent. "Mom?" said Charlie.
In answer, Linda took a step, which brought her within a couple of inches of her son. She loosened the belt of her robe and let the ends drop. As her robe hung from her shoulders, Charlie could see that she was now nude underneath. Her arms went around his waist and she pulled him close, clutching his firm chest to her soft one, mashing her breasts against his ribs.
"Where's Dad?" Charlie whispered.
In a normal voice, Linda answered, "Oh, he went to the bar to finish the game." With that, Linda pulled her son's towel loose and let it drop to the floor, his stiff member bobbing up to touch her thigh. With a single shrug, Linda's robe fell from her shoulders, and now mother and son stood face to face, as naked as the day they were born.
Charlie's heart was now beating rapidly, like it had in the SUV earlier. Even without direct stimulation, he felt that he might shoot his cum all over her thighs. Linda knew just how Charlie felt. After all, she was his mother. He had once been inside her, a part of her own body. It was time for him to be there again.
Linda turned and led Charlie down the hall, mother and son hand-in-hand. She turned into his room and went to the side of the bed. Things happened quickly.
"Charlie," she said, "I want us to do it all. I want us to spend time exploring every bit of each other, and we will. But right now, you need relief, and I want you to come into me."
With that, Linda lay back on the bed, spread her thighs, and motioned for Charlie to lie on top of her. It was all Charlie could do to get his penis into his mother's warm, wet hole before he started coming. Neither of them had ever experienced a sexual experience that was so intense. Charlie was coming, Linda was coming, and they rode their climaxes out to the end, and even beyond. Charlie, who had been hard for the better part of an hour and a half, remained hard enough to continue fucking after his first orgasm. It was such an unbelievable turn of events, and he felt so fortunate, that the end of his orgasm did nothing to lessen his desire to remain inside his mother.
Linda, who had been without sex for months, and without good sex for years, relished the power with which her son took her. She encouraged him to keep going with movements of her hips, and as they settled into a post-orgasmic rhythm, she kissed him and again proffered her breasts. Now Charlie was nursing and fucking, receiving both comfort and pleasure from his beloved mom.
After a few minutes, Linda rolled her son on his back and mounted him. Linda had a favorite technique that involved thrusting her hips forward and down, and then dragging her cunt backwards, her clit sliding through the pubic hair and along the top of the penis. At the end of the stroke, she might grind her hips on the way back forward. The technique worked fabulously with Charlie, who was now back to a full erection, but with much more control, after his first orgasm. Soon, Linda was building to her second cum.Charlie, lying on his back with his mother supporting herself on outstretched arms, her hands on his chest, had full access to her smooth breasts, thighs, and hips. He took full advantage of them, caressing her white skin as he watched her red bush swallow his full length, disgorge it, and swallow it again. He marveled at the face of the woman above him, sometimes smiling and sometimes contorted in pleasurable agony. When he knew that she was on the verge, Charlie began encouraging her with his hands, forcing her hips harder onto his body.
"Oh, Mom, that feels so nasty. Mom, I love you. Mom, I want to feel you come." With that, Linda went over the edge and into the abyss of her second orgasm, her vagina clamping and relaxing on his stiff dick for long seconds. She experienced it completely, losing track of the world she was in and entering another world. At the end, Linda collapsed on top of her son, who held her until she returned to his world, his member still strong inside her.
Her energy returning, Linda kissed and tongued her young lover and began to work her way down his body. His dick was dragged out of her, through her red bush, and along her stomach to her breasts. Linda used her breasts to fondle her son's red meat and then took it in her hands and began to lick their mixed juices from its length. As she plunged it into her mouth, Linda looked up into Charlie's face, as he watched her intently.
Charlie felt a need to do more than just watch, and he said, "Mom, I can't touch you from here." Without losing contact with his stick, Linda maneuvered around in the bed until her body lay alongside his, her hips at his shoulders. She lifted her right leg, allowing Charlie the best view he'd had of his mothers tunnel since he first emerged from it. Her cunt was begging for kisses, and Charlie was anxious to please. His arms wrapped around her hips and his face went directly to her hole, where he greedily licked up their combined fluids. Linda murmured gentle instructions, and soon Charlie was on his way to becoming a first-rate cunt licker. Meanwhile, Linda expertly worked his red dick, building to a climax as she nurtured her son's own explosion.
Charlie began to frantically tease his mother's clit and labia, feeling his own seed rising, and the two orgasms hit almost simultaneously, two hips pumping into two mouths. Neither seemed to want the experience to end, as they both continued to lick and swallow all the nourishment their coupling had provided. After a few minutes, Linda turned around in the bed, her senses returning. They kissed and talked a few minutes.
"How did you get Dad to leave?"
"Simple. I just hid the rest of his beer."
"How long will he be gone?"
"Forever, I hope. But we'd better get ourselves cleaned up just in case."
The new lovers padded down the hall to the bathroom where they retrieved the robe and towel they had dropped previously. Quickly, they showered together, leaving the door open so that they could hear if the front door opened. After their tryst, the reality of their predicament was staring them in the face. Good, God. They'd committed adultery and incest, and Bryon could be home at any time. Not bothering to dry themselves completely, the lovers hurried down the hall, stopping for one last kiss outside their bedroom doors, and parted for the night.
Five minutes later, Bryon's car pulled up in the driveway.Linda dropped off to sleep rapidly, but somewhere in the night, she slipped into semi-consciousness, lying on her right side with her arms around a pillow. On the edge of a sweet dream, Linda could feel her son Charlie's warm body in her embrace, and she held onto that feeling for long minutes before finally emerging into full wakefulness.
Her mental images were strong and tack sharp. Charlie suckling her breast. Charlie kissing her deeply. Charlie inside her. When had she decided to go down this road? How had this happened, and where would it lead?
In the bed next to her, Bryon snored softly. What a waste it was to discard those years of marriage. They had been happy years at first, but Bryon had changed, and not for the better. It seemed that there was no going back now. Her course was set by what she had done that night.
By morning, Linda had formulated a plan.
Charlie, sleeping across the hall from his mom and dad, woke suddenly. The events of the previous evening were overpowering. It was frightening to consider the consequences of being found out, but at the same time, Charlie was so ready to get his hands on his mother again. How long would he have to wait? Would she change her mind in the light of a new day?
When it was about time to get up, Charlie was in a quandary. It was customary for him to begin a new morning by masturbating his favorite way. Should he hold out, waiting for another opportunity to be with his mom? Nah!
He pulled the washcloth from under his mattress and put it on a stack of pillows placed lengthwise in the bed. Then he took a tube of personal lubricant from his bedside table and squirted a blob on his right hand. Grasping his swollen dick, he spread the lube around and rolled over on the pillows, his hand squeezing his member with an overhand grip. In this position, it was easy to imagine Linda spread out beneath him, her softness represented by the pillows, and her wetness mimicked by the lubricant. Charlie's left arm wrapped around the pillows while his hips pumped into his fist. He rotated his hips as he pumped, murmuring sweet words to his pillow/mom. His vivid memories from the previous night, along with the slick lubricant and tight fist, brought him soon enough to a rousing climax, his seed spilling onto his right wrist and smearing on his belly and the washcloth.
Charlie and his mom danced around each other in the kitchen, barely speaking, as all three family members grabbed their coffee and toast on the run. There was so much to say, but not here and not now. Bryon was dragging his feet this morning, and Linda could wait no longer for him to leave, so she was the first to head for work. Charlie left soon after, still not knowing when he might get his mother alone again.
At the computer store where Charlie worked part-time, he had an email waiting from his mom. "Meet me at the park near the swing set. Lunch. Love, Mom". The clock lumbered toward noon. At 11:50, Charlie could wait no more, and he slipped out the back door of the computer store, hoping no one would notice.
At the park, Linda spotted the SUV and pulled along side. Charlie opened the back door, and beckoned her in, having left the front seat for the more private rear, with its heavily tinted windows. As soon as the door closed, Linda came into Charlie's arms, their open mouths meeting in a hungry kiss and their hands groping for all they could find. Charlie would have taken his mother right there, had she not reluctantly stopped him. It was time for some serious talk.
"Charlie, we've got a real situation here, and we have to be so careful. I loved what we did together last night, and I want a lot more of it. But we have to agree on some things and stick to them."
"Fine, Mom. I'll do whatever you say. I just want you, that's all. I dreamed about you all last night."
"The first thing", Linda said, "is that no one else can know or even suspect what we're up to. Most of all, your dad. We can't trust anyone. None of your friends and none of mine. We must be completely discrete. As far as birth control, you know that I had my tubes tied when you were born, so that's not a problem."
"Next," she continued, "we have to be faithful to each other. I will let you go when the time comes, but I won't share you with another woman, and you won't have to share me. To prove that, I'm going to tell your dad that I'm moving into the guest bedroom, next door to you. There's a lock on that door, and I'll use it every night. You have to promise me that you will be faithful to me, too."
"I will, Mom. I can't imagine wanting anyone else."
"And, Charlie, I have a plan for some 'home improvements' involving that middle bedroom," said Linda.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Did you know that the closet in that room shares a side wall with the closet in your bedroom? I want you to cut a door in the sheetrock between the closets. That way, you can visit me in my room whenever you like," said Linda.
"Wow, I like that idea," Charlie said as he fondled her thigh. Linda responded with a smile and then moved into his arms for a prolonged kiss.
"I'm going to send you back to work happy," Linda whispered. With that, she leaned back against the door, reached under her thin sweater, unbuckled her bra, and pulled it away from her breasts. As Linda smiled into Charlie's face, she slowly inched the sweater up to her neck, her small pink nipples looking like little soldiers at attention on her upturned tits. Linda reached for her son's hand and urged him into position, his mouth connecting smoothly with her left nipple, his left hand coming to rest gently under her right breast.
But Charlie's mother was not the passive type, and her left hand soon found the bulge in his jeans, scratching and petting it to ensure its hardness. "Charlie, loosen your belt, honey," she whispered, his ear just inches from her mouth. Charlie complied, his mouth never leaving the comfort of his mother's mound.
Once the belt was undone, Linda expertly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. Then her left hand went into his underwear and lovingly caressed her boy's penis. Charlie was much more in control of himself than he had been the previous night, having had a good sexual release that morning. Still, he was anxious to put his dick somewhere warm and wet. And his mother had several such places.
The place she chose was her mouth. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention to a rocking SUV, and besides, she liked the control she felt with a stiff dick in her hands. She could literally play it, moving her lover to the edge of climax and then either dropping back or plunging ahead.
Linda gently pushed Charlie away from her so that he was half-lying, half-sitting. She helped him pull his tight jeans and underwear several inches down his thighs, and then she knelt on the floor of the vehicle, all the while maintaining motherly contact with her son's hard on. Linda leaned in and began kissing and licking just the head of his penis, her hands wrapped securely around its girth. She smiled and cut her eyes up to his as she continued her tonguing, evidently enjoying the action almost as much as Charlie.
"Keep an eye out for pedestrians," she said, almost as if she were teaching him to ride a bike instead of giving him the ride of his life. The danger of being caught in such a situation would have been an additional turn on anyway, but being with his mother made the intensity even greater.
As Charlie watched her, Linda began to get more aggressive toward his member. Now she was sucking the head, blowing warm air on it, and progressively taking more of his length into her mouth. Her movements became more rapid, and her right hand squeezed, relaxed, and moved up and down. In response, Charlie's hips rocked in time, trying to push ever more of himself into his wonderful mother's wonderful mouth.
Linda welcomed her son's phallus into her. Charlie combed his fingers through her luxurious red hair, wanting so badly to pull her mouth further onto him, but he resisted. Mother knew best. For her part, Linda relished being in total control. Sure, she could have gotten him off in 2 minutes, but this way was so much better. If she'd had time, she could have dragged it out for an hour, but she had to get back to work.
Linda prepared for the rush of semen she knew was coming. Moving her son toward climax, she reached her right hand around to his ass and pulled as she jammed her head all the way down on his dick, the index finger and thumb of her other hand wrapped tightly at the base of his penis, moving in short, rapid strokes. As her left hand vibrated way down on his bone, her mouth moved on and off him, taking nearly the entire length each time.
Charlie erupted. His body clenched in wonderful agony, unable to move as his semen jetted down Linda's throat, her head and hand still working rapidly. He was remarkably quiet as he came in her mouth, either from fear of being overheard or from the shock of sexual intensity. There was a quick inrush of breath and a slow exhalation as his body spasmed, followed by the general collapse of his arms and legs. Linda knew she had done well.
As Charlie's penis became limp, his mother performed housekeeping chores, cleaning up every last morsel of his come and fastening her own clothes at the same time. When he finally opened his eyes again, Linda was sitting across from him, ready to go back to work. As soon as Charlie had his clothes arranged, they kissed and parted company, agreeing to come together again that evening.
The rest of the workday was pretty well shot for both lovers. Charlie had a class scheduled for mid-afternoon, but he knew he couldn't concentrate, so he blew it off. Instead, he hurried home with remodeling on his mind. He found his dad's sheetrock saw in the toolbox and went to work on the wall separating his closet from the closet in the guest room. He managed to make a nice job of it, carefully carving a rectangular doorway between the wall studs. Charlie vacuumed up the sheetrock dust and discarded the pieces he'd cut out. Then he hung a long raincoat at the end of his closet rod to hide the hole from view. In his mother's new room, he hid the passage with her old robe.
Linda phoned Bryon at work and broke the news to him that she was moving into the guest room. She figured correctly that he wouldn't raise his voice at work, and besides, she wanted to be well away from him when he got the news. Bryon took her decision pretty well and hardly seemed to care. Inside his head, though, little alarm bells were ringing.
That evening went by slowly for Linda and Charlie. She fixed dinner, and the three of them ate mostly in silence, with meaningful glances being exchanged between the new lovers. Charlie excused himself after supper to go to his room to study, but his gaze wandered frequently to the closet door, and his mind was not on his textbook. Linda spent some time moving essential items into her new room, while Bryon sullenly watched TV in the den. At about 10 PM, Linda knocked lightly on Charlie's door, poked her head in and announced that she was going to bed. Without further explanation, she closed the door, went into her new room, and locked the door behind her.
Charlie was not in the habit of saying a formal good night to his father, but he didn't want to risk his father coming to his room and finding him missing, so at 10:15, Charlie walked down the hall, across the living room, and into the den. Bryon was reading with the TV still on, and Charlie said a cheery "'night, Dad", and walked back to his room.
So, how does one dress when one is headed through a hole in the sheetrock to fuck one's mother in the guest room? Surreal situations bring such odd questions to mind. Charlie debated this one for all of 2 seconds and then headed for the closet fully clothed, except for his shoes and socks. As he passed through the wall, the metaphorical nature of what he was doing occurred to him. Entering a hole/vagina into his mother's room/womb.
On the other side of the wall, the metaphor was gone, and there was only the outline of his mother in the moonlight, under a thin sheet, waiting. As he approached, she sat on the side of the bed, hugging him to her as he stood between her open thighs. Linda was attired in a black nylon slip with thin straps. Charlie was sure that she was wearing nothing else. In a moment, she looked up at him and held her index finger to her lips, reminding him to remain quiet. Then slowly, Linda began to undress her son.
Charlie was aroused by the sight, smell and feel of this beautiful redheaded woman, her slender fingers unbuttoning and removing his shirt and then unzipping his jeans. As his pants slid to the floor, Linda hugged him again, pressing the side of her face to the hard on in his briefs. Charlie leaned over her, running his hands through the thick curls of her hair, caressing the side of her face. With a little sigh, Linda moved her head away from him, simultaneously grabbing the elastic waistband of his briefs and inching them down to his knees, allowing his member bob freely against her cheeks. Charlie's knees quaked slightly as she grasped him and worked her tongue on the head of his prick.
Linda worked her son to an esoteric level of hardness that was far beyond mere adequacy. He was steely. It was an erection to be proud of, and one that should be put to good use. But not just yet.
After a few minutes of stroking and sucking, Linda lay back on the bed and moved over to the center. Charlie lay on his right side next to his mom and immediately embraced and kissed her, his uncomfortably erect penis denting the black nylon of her slip. For serene minutes, mother and son caressed, kissed, and hugged, lost in the bliss of expectation. Then taking charge, Charlie rolled Linda onto her back and began moving down her torso, kissing all the way. He could smell the faint sweet aroma of Linda's mother-hole, and he moved her left leg up over his shoulder to gain access to it. Always thinking of her son's comfort, Linda placed a pillow under the small of her back that brought her privates into better alignment with his searching mouth.
As Charlie dived in for the sweetness of Linda's quim, he had to move his weight to his left hip to accommodate his jutting cock. His mother opened up for him, and he noticed that she had trimmed her hair nicely. Charlie tried not to be too eager, but Linda still jumped reflexively as his tongue landed on her inner labia. With whispers and movements of her hands on his head, Linda showed her son what to do, and he was soon circling her clit with slow, soft movements of the tip of his tongue. Occasionally, he would lick down her vulva and take a dip into her opening. Then he moved back to work slowly on her clit again. Now he was in control, as she had been earlier, and he was experiencing the power as she experienced the pleasure. Charlie could feel her building up to a climax, as her hip movements increased and she put pressure on the back of his head. At her peak, Charlie felt the heat and dampness of his mother's thighs, and he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue just above her clit. As she came back down to earth, Charlie amused himself by sampling the fluid that was running out of her vagina and down her crack.
Linda urged her son up to the spot he had left earlier.
"What would you like to do?" she asked in a whisper.
"I want to see your whole body. I want to kiss it all, and then I want to fuck you," said Charlie.
Linda liked a man who knew what he wanted. She sat up and removed her black slip and lay back down and Charlie began to explore her. He attended to her tits first, their softness and warmth reassuring him. He rolled her body away from him and held her gently from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders, his pole insinuating itself between her ass cheeks. He worked his way down her backside with caresses and kisses until he came to her bottom. Then he push her the rest of the way onto her stomach and began kneading and kissing those tender mounds. With his left hand lightly touching her inner thighs, Charlie began to lick the upper portion of her crevice as Linda began to squirm. She didn't know what she thought about her son licking her ass, but it soon became apparent that he wanted to go further. As Charlie's tongue trailed down toward her anus, his mother began to form the idea of doing something she'd never tried before. But not tonight. That would have to be saved for later. Linda had never done anal intercourse.
Charlie reached the object of his current desire without his mother putting a stop to it, so he enjoyed himself for a while, insinuating the tip of his tongue into her tightest hole. All the while, Linda squirmed involuntarily, the new feeling somewhat disconcerting in its ability to arouse her. At length, Charlie moved on to his mother's thighs and calves, and then, having aroused himself in the process, rolled her on her back and moved up her frame until he was perched over her torso, his legs on either side of hers and his penis lying rigid on her abdomen. He leaned down and held her close, kissing her deeply, the heat of his penis contrasting with the coolness of her belly. He moved his right leg between hers, parting them, and slid his hips down. Charlie felt his balls dragging through his mom's red pubic hair until the head of his dick finally dropped between her open thighs. He was poised to enter her.
Leaving his left leg over her right and bent at the knee and hip, Charlie reached down and lifted Linda's left leg up and away from her body. Linda was anxious that he should enter her, and her hand wormed its way between them and wrapped around him, guiding him to her parted labia. There was nowhere else to go but straight ahead, and Charlie began to move that direction. As soon as the head was inside her, Linda removed her hand and let her son take the initiative. With measured strokes, he entered and withdrew, moving a little deeper each time as her juices wetted him. With his leg over hers, he had marvelous control without weighting her down, and he was able to ride "high in the saddle", the top of his slick penis running gently over her clitoris with each slow stroke.
Outside Linda's door, Bryon paused. Had he heard something, or was he just beginning to feel the effects of the separation his own actions had caused? He looked at the door, feeling guilty now for the way he had treated Linda these past few years. He was also feeling a newfound respect for her. She had announced to him that she was moving into the guest bedroom, formalizing the non-relationship that now existed, and she had done so with confidence. He had put her down so long to try and make himself feel better. Maybe he had started to believe those put downs, but now he was seeing his wife differently. And now, he would be seeing her a lot less.
The two lovers never knew that Bryon had been standing just outside the bedroom door as they labored silently within. Bryon didn't see his son's cock penetrating his redheaded wife repeatedly or hear her soft, muffled moaning. Bryon was getting ready for bed as Linda approached her climax, and he crawled between the sheets as Charlie ejaculated strongly into her. As Bryon fell asleep, Charlie and Linda were lying on their sides, caressing and kissing each other as his cock softened in her pussy. For a time, they all slept, but in the early hours, Charlie awoke and crept toward the hole in the closet wall, grabbing his clothes from the floor as he left.
Months went by. The lovers were careful enough and lucky enough not to arouse suspicion. Most nights, Charlie would crawl through the hole into his mother's room and quietly commit incest. Occasionally, they dared to meet under other circumstances, returning to the church parking lot or stealing quick caresses behind Bryon's back at home. There were a few close calls, but the more they got away with, the more exhilarating the affair became.One thing that kept them on their toes was the change that was taking place in Bryon. Since Linda moved out of his bedroom, Bryon had started to become a better man. He was drinking less, doing more work around the house, and being much more considerate to both Linda and Charlie. His business seemed to be faring better, too. All of this made Linda feel a little guilty and a little sorry for Bryon. But it also made her wary, since Bryon's senses were sharper now.
Charlie finished up the local college courses he was taking, and one day he came home looking concerned. He had been offered an intern position with a good company, but it would mean moving several hundred miles away for a year. Linda noticed his mood immediately and began to question him about it.
"I got an offer to do an internship with Farris-Hanlon, but I'd have to be away from home for a year. I don't want to leave you, Mom."
Linda knew that Charlie had to take the offer. It could be a big break for him and set him on a solid career path, and she wanted the best for him, even though she would miss him terribly. Finally, after a long discussion, Charlie agreed. Linda began to make plans for a private celebration. If she could just find a way to get Bryon out of town for a night.
That opportunity soon presented itself in the form of a wedding invitation for the daughter of a close friend. Linda convinced Bryon that one of them needed to go to the wedding, but that she had to stay home and get Charlie ready for his internship. Reluctantly, Bryon agreed.
The day that Bryon left, Linda went to the drug store and bought a few items. She came home and packed them in a small suitcase, along with a new black nightgown. When Charlie came home that day, Linda was sitting in the den, her hair freshly done, and wearing a green cotton dress. Charlie saw the suitcase and gave her a quizzical look.
"Your dad's gone to the wedding. We're going somewhere else. I've got us all packed. We'll take my car," she said.
"Where?" Charlie asked.
"Someplace."
Forty-five minutes later, as the sun was going down, Linda pulled into a motel in a little town 30 miles down the road. Charlie stayed in the car as she paid for the room and picked up the key. They parked outside room 157 and Charlie carried the suitcase in and laid it on one of the beds. The door had not much more than closed before she was in his arms.
"Charlie, I want this to be our special night. You're going away, and lots of things can change in a year, so I want us both to have a time to remember. Tonight, I want us to have all of each other. I have something very special for you."
"Mom, every time with you is special. I can't get enough of you, you know that."
"I know, son, and I feel the same way."
As they kissed each other deeply, Charlie began to peel his mother's clothes from her willing body. He unbuttoned her dress and let it slide down her full hips to the floor. He gazed appreciatively at her full bosom, overflowing her black bra. Taking his time now, he fondled her neck and shoulders, inching his fingers down her front, under her arms, up her back, down to her black panties. He could feel her start to glow.
"That feels good, Charlie," Linda said. Then gently, Linda pressed her palms against his chest and pulled away. She turned to the second bed where Charlie had placed the suitcase. Opening the case, Linda retrieved a large scented candle and a box of matches.
"Sit over there in that chair," she said. "I've got something to show you." With that, Linda placed the candle on the bedside table, lit it, and crawled on the bed. She made a backrest of the 2 pillows and sat facing her son in the darkened room, with the steady candlelight casting shadows.
"With you around, I've hardly had time to masturbate lately. But I do masturbate, you know. I'll show you." Linda closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her red tresses falling over her shoulders. Her hands came up under her full breasts and began to caress and squeeze. Soon, she began to unhook the clasp between her mounds, exposing her white skin and pink nipples to the young man sitting just beyond the foot of the bed. Once in awhile, Linda let her eyelids part slightly to see that young man, her lover, so that she could gauge his reaction.
As she continued to cup her left breast and squeeze her nipple, Linda dropped her right hand to her hip and ran it slowly down her thigh, fingernails gently scraping the lovely flesh. With an expansive movement, she parted her thighs wide, so that a heel nearly touched the edge of the bed on either side. Her right hand now moved over her thigh and trailed up the inside of her leg with the same light touch. Skirting her pussy, Linda's hand made its way along the waistband of her bikini panties and part of the way down the other thigh. She slyly inspected her son's condition through narrow eye slits and smiled to herself to see the obvious affect her movements were having.
Now was a time for teasing, and Linda played it out for long minutes before her hand finally plunged beneath the elastic of her panties. Had they been white panties, Charlie would have seen the secretions that dampened them, for Linda was teasing herself as well. Charlie wanted to enjoy the whole show and perform the encore with his mother, so with great effort, he remained a good audience and refrained from touching himself. Linda left a bit of mystery in the act by keeping the fingers that were working in her pussy covered by her black undies.
Linda and Charlie were finally free of the restriction of silence that had marked their months of intimacy, and Linda began enjoying the freedom. Between moans, Linda began to talk to her son.
"Oooo, Charlie. I'm thinking about you right now. I always think about you when I finger myself. Yesterday, when I knew we were gonna be together here today, (mmmm...!), I had to go to the restroom and have a little come in one of the stalls. I was so excited I couldn't keep my mind on work without (wheeew!) rubbing my clit and dreaming about us being here together. Mmmm... Oh, baby, I'm so close. Come over hear and finish me off with your mouth, okay?"
It would not be too much of an exaggeration to say that Charlie vaulted onto the bed, landing between his mother's spread thighs. Not bothering to remove her panties, he sucked on the fresh juice that soaked them and then pull them to the side. Linda pulled his head into her crotch and her knees up toward her chest to present her sex to her son. Charlie's practiced tongue briefly lapped up the fragrant nectar flowing at her entrance and then headed straight for his mother's clit. With gentle pressure, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue in the manner he knew she liked. His reward came soon as her whole body shook and her gasps and moans filled the motel room.
As soon as Linda calmed down enough to release his head, Charlie rolled to the edge of the bed and got up, removing his clothes. He was ready for action. Meanwhile, Linda took off the bra that was hanging from her shoulders, slipped her soaking undies down her legs, and crawled under the covers. Soon they lay side-by-side, kissing, Charlie's stiff dick poking his mother's red muff.
Regaining the initiative, Linda rolled Charlie on his back and guided him into her. She began rocking slowly, occasionally dragging her clit down the length of his member and then grinding her way back down upon him. All the while, mother and son held each other's gaze and did all those things one lover can do to pleasure the other. So many times in the past few months they had coupled, and each knew the needs of the other. Now, their lovemaking took on the added aspect of verbal communication, freed as they were of the necessity for silence.
"Mom, you're holding me right on the edge. The least little thing could push me over the edge, and I'd fill you up."
"Take your time, baby. We have all night. I can ride you like this for as long as you like. Or, I can suck you for awhile, for a little change."
"Mmm. That sounds great. But I want to come inside you, so take it easy," said Charlie.
With that, Linda moved off her son carefully and positioned herself further down the bed. Ever so gently, she held his penis and warmly licked her juices from it. Carefully and slowly, so as not to make him come, Linda slid her mouth down over him. She knew just how far and fast she could go. She could read his face and the feel of him as she worked. He couldn't have had a better lover. As Linda's mouth worked on Charlie's dick, her fingers trailed along her cunt in anticipation of the pleasure she knew was coming.
In awhile, Linda could tell that Charlie needed to get off, so she lay back down and invited him to come back inside her. She knew that he would want to be driving hard into her now, with all his pent-up sexual energy. Once again, mother knew best.
When Charlie entered his mother's pussy again, things started to get really noisy in the motel room. He had never been so primed for orgasm, thanks to his mother's expertise. Linda was fully ready herself, and she didn't mind a little animal energy. They moved rapidly to a climax, each taking the other fully. Linda and Charlie were wrapped up in each other, a tangle of sweaty arms and legs as they pounded out their climaxes to the very end.
At last, they lay still, Charlie too exhausted to hold himself off his mother. Gently, she rolled them onto their sides, his penis lingering at the point of his entry into the world. They slept.
Linda woke first and slipped out of bed. She retrieved several items from her suitcase and went into the bathroom. There, she peed and gave herself an enema, followed by a hot shower. After drying off, she put on the black nightgown, picked up the tube of lubricant, and went back to bed. The candle was still burning by the bedside, and the aroma of patchouli was in the air.
Charlie was at the edge of wakefulness, and Linda caressed his face to bring him to consciousness. She gave him a long kiss, letting him explore her mouth.
"You know, I said I had something special for you. I want you to have something no one else has ever had, not even your dad," she said.
"What's that?"
"Well, you've come in my hands, my mouth, and my pussy. What does that leave?"
"Really?" said Charlie, as her suggestion began to sink in.
"Really, lover. But you have to be careful, honey. I know you will be."
Linda placed a pillow in the middle of the bed, pulled her nightgown up to her waist, and rolled over, her hips elevated. The black nightgown framed her bottom, and she spread her legs slightly.
"I'm all cleaned up for you in there. Why don't you do a little exploring," she told him. "When you need it, I have some lube for you to use."
Her ass was beautiful in the candlelight. He had worshipped it from the first night they had been together. Now Charlie began to appreciate it anew as his hands roamed over the pale surface of her skin, dipping down between her thighs and sliding up her crack. Soon, he was kissing it and spreading her cheeks with his eager fingers. He licked her from top to bottom, making her squirm as she had before. With his right hand caressing her vulva, Charlie's tongue began to probe his mother's anus, his dick now fully aroused at the novelty of what lay before him.
"I think you might need to open me up a bit with your fingers," Linda told him. "Use plenty of lube, baby."
Charlie applied the lubricant directly to Linda's hole, rubbed his middle finger through it, and started inserting it slowly. The sensation was entirely new to Linda, but not unpleasant. She moved her right hand under her and began lightly fingering herself as Charlie moved his finger in and out. "I think I could come like this," she said to herself.
Linda's sphincter was tight but beginning to loosen up. Charlie spread some more lube on his index finger and began to work both fingers into his mom's bottom.
"Does that hurt, Mom?"
"No, not bad. I'm getting used to it."
Charlie could remove his fingers now and Linda's anus would remain partly open, so he knew she had gotten pretty relaxed. Still, he asked if she was ready, and she said, "Mmm, yes, honey."
Charlie sat astride his mother's legs and coated his penis with the slick goo, putting an extra dab on her hole. With care, he pointed his member into this new tunnel and pushed gently, the head just entering. Pulling back and pushing ahead, he achieved greater depth with each cycle until he was fully buried in Linda's bum. He loved the way her anus clung to his penis as it moved out of her, as if her ass was trying to hold on to him.
Charlie was in a new world, sexually. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, so different from a pussy or a mouth. It was its own special kind of stimulation, and it was so new and exciting that he had to use care not to let it overwhelm him prematurely.
"Oh, Mom! That feels so nasty!"
"God, son, you're so big back there. I love it, but keep going slowly." Linda's fingers still worked in her pussy.
Charlie leaned forward and kissed his mother's neck and ear. His left hand went under her arm, finding her breast to cup. His hips moved slowly, mirroring the masturbatory motions he often made in his morning ritual. But this was infinitely more satisfying. He could have gone on forever like this, but he didn't want to wear out his welcome, or his mother's ass.
"Mom, can you come?" asked Charlie.
"Oh, yes, honey. I have my fingers on my pussy right now, and when you come, so will I."
With that assurance, Charlie ever so slightly increased the intensity of his penetration. That was enough to take him into bliss, his sexual engine beginning to pump jets of jism deep into Linda's rectum. As she heard him gasp and felt him stiffen and throb, Linda pushed her own button and for the first time felt the muscles in her anus spasming around the alien object in her backside. The pressure from Linda's anal contractions added nuances to both of their experiences. This was a come to remember.
They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, caressing, kissing, talking, and finally, sleeping. They made love once more in the morning before leaving.
Bryon returned home that day, and 2 days later, Charlie left for his year of internship. Over the next couple of months, Charlie called his mom or she called him nearly every day. They worked out codes so that Charlie would know if his dad was around or if his mom could speak freely. On a couple of occasions, they had enough privacy to masturbate while talking to each other on the phone, reliving the good old "hole in the wall" days. But things were changing in both of their lives.
At home, Linda was being courted by her own husband. Since Charlie left, Bryon had become even more considerate, bring her little gifts and flattery. It was apparent that he wanted to be back in her good graces, and back in bed with her, too. Linda held out, remembering her promise to Charlie.
Hundreds of miles away, Charlie's life was very different. His confidence level had moved up several notches since he began bedding his mom, and the new people around him had a different image of Charlie than his peers at home did. That confidence strongly attracted a certain young lady named Kate. By his fourth month away from home, Charlie had quit calling so often, but one day, he knew it was time for a talk with Mom. He picked a time when he was pretty sure to catch her alone.
"Mom..." he began slowly.
"Let me guess. You have a girlfriend. Are you sleeping with her?"
"No, not yet. How did you know? I've just been dating her a couple of weeks. Mom, I'll break it off if you want me to. It's just that she's very eager. I mean, I like her and all, but I love you, too. I mean, she's really sweet and I think you'd like her, but ..." Charlie was getting tongue-tied. Linda rescued him.
"Charlie, I knew this would happen. It's supposed to happen. Realistically, you need to have a relationship you can share with the rest of the world. What we've had together has been wonderful, but it can't last forever. You know that, too. I release you from your promise to be faithful to me."
They talked for a long time, each expressing their deep feelings, and each knowing that the affair was over. At least for now. When Charlie reluctantly hung up the phone, Linda felt a wave of sadness mixed with relief wash over her, accompanied by gentle sobs. Things had worked out okay. She would give Bryon another try and Charlie would fall into the arms of his new lover. And both Bryon and Kate would benefit from the experiences that Linda and Charlie had shared. And she wouldn't rush to repair the sheetrock.