Angela couldn't help feeling a deep twinge of pride as she watched her son, Owen, working the front counter of her salon. Still three months shy of his nineteenth birthday, the incredibly handsome boy charmed his mother's clientele as they came in to wait for their appointments. And the ladies who were on their way out were even doubly charmed as he flirted with them and told them all how beautiful they looked after their styling sessions. Many of them lingered longer than necessary to flirt back and soak up his attention. Even her few male customers seemed to like the personable young man.
Sometimes Angela couldn't help feeling pangs of jealousy when she saw the way some of her customers flirted shamelessly with her son. More than a few of her clients slipped their phone numbers to the boy, but his mother didn't let on to anyone that she knew about this. Least of all her son. It was also true that he was incredibly good for business. More of the ladies who came to Angela's salon were booking repeat appointments than ever before.
The boost in business came as a huge relief. This was the first time the forty year old stylist had her own salon. She had worked for years at other places, and from the time of her divorce ten years ago she had dreamed of opening her own business. She got lucky when she had an opportunity to get the whole ground floor of an old, converted factory building. It was a huge, open space with hardwood floors and a high ceiling with exposed beams. It was perfect, but it had needed a lot of work to set up for business. Luckily, Angela's father was a retired contractor who helped her with materials and years of expertise. For two months, Owen and her father worked with her to renovate the space and install everything needed for a fully equipped salon.
There was even a private room for clients who wanted waxing or massage services. The main area was open and surrounded by large windows that wrapped around the two, outer walls. Now Angela had three other stylists working out of her new shop.
The salon was located in a convenient spot just at the edge of the downtown area of their city, and walking distance from the college campus where Owen had started taking classes that fall. He worked out his schedule so he was finished with school by mid-afternoon, and then he would walk to the salon and work the reception counter for his mother where he spent as much time studying as flirting with his mother's customers.
Sometimes, in one of the large mirrors in front of the cutting stations, she would catch her son looking at her. This never failed to bring a private smile to her lips. She had worked steadily to stay in shape, and even if her tall form might be a little thicker than it used to be, she had better tone than twenty years ago and looked several years younger than her true age. She usually worked in leggings or yoga pants, which she knew Owen liked seeing her in. Sometimes she wore dresses or skirts that hugged her firm ass and showed off her toned legs. She also wore lowcut tops that showed as much of her cleavage as possible and still be socially acceptable, although she did wear a smock when working on a client.
When she wasn't working on a client, she'd take off her smock and go behind the front counter with Owen. They would greet or check out clients together, or else check the appointment calendar to make reminder calls to people who had appointments the following day. Whenever the mother and son were behind the counter together, Angela couldn't help feeling a little giddy over the way Owen's eyes devoured her voluptuous body no matter how hard he tried to hide it. In the same way, she did her best to hide everything she did to encourage his attention.
Angela was used to males of all ages staring at her tits. She had a stunning pair of beautifully rounded melons that still held a shapely, sculpted quality after a little very minor surgery a couple of years ago. She'd gone for a slight reduction procedure that ended up lifting and shaping her full orbs. Most people thought they were completely fake, but in fact they were nothing more than a slightly modified version of her original equipment.
Owen had been increasingly attentive to his mother's alluring attributes. She probably shouldn't have done so much to encourage the boy's visual exploration of her body, but she didn't see anything wrong with it. A little looking was certainly harmless enough, and for a woman who hadn't been in a relationship since her divorce it did wonders for Angela's self-esteem.
Another reason Angela liked working the counter with her son was that it discouraged her customers' shameless flirting with him. They were much less overt when his busty mother was nearby. Being slender but firmly toned, females of all ages were attracted to the tall, dark-haired eighteen year old, and it seemed as if women her age and even older were the worst of the bunch. His mother knew he had quite a collection of hand-scrawled phone numbers in the drawer of his bedside table, but she didn't know if he'd ever tried calling or texting any of them.
Owen was eighteen now and certainly had the right to call anyone he wanted, but his mother couldn't stop feeling protective. She'd been doing it all her life and wasn't about to stop now. These were simply a woman's natural maternal instincts. It wasn't the possessive jealousy of a grown woman with a schoolgirl crush no matter how many times the thought plagued her mind.
Angela always felt foolish when she found herself imagining unrealistic things concerning her son. Maybe she shouldn't have turned all of her attention toward him and doted on him and only him in the wake of her divorce. Maybe she should have started dating again and gotten involved with men her own age. Sometimes she thought of all the fun she could have been having. It would have been like her younger days before she met her husband when she was a carefree, eighteen year old party girl who loved sucking off men of all ages, from her own up to her father's age.
The maturing brunette often thought of those days with a smile. She never once thought there was anything wrong with earning the title of Blowjob Queen at the end of her senior year. It was something she loved doing, and was incredibly good at it. She'd always loved the feeling of power it gave her to have full control over a guy's pleasure and emotions all at once. She loved the way they sounded and strained not to cum to soon. As long as Angela had their throbbing cocks in her mouth, she was the one in charge.
She'd been mostly faithful to her husband, though. During their time together she had only strayed a few times when she hadn't been able to resist sucking off a couple of his friends and business associates behind his back. It wasn't as if her ex wasn't fucking around every chance he got. But after their divorce she put her full focus on her son and work. And every time she saw the way he looked and smiled at her with so much love and pride she knew there could be no sacrifice too great for him.
Angela had no regrets whatsoever, and now that she had her own business as well as her son in college and there to help her at work, she felt like everything in her life was in the right place.
The usual routine at the salon was for Owen to stay until closing time at eight. Even on Saturdays when she closed at six, he would come in and help with the final clean-up before locking the place up and driving home for dinner. She was especially glad to have her son's help in the last couple of days before the Thanksgiving break that first semester of his freshman year. Business was incredibly busy, and on the Wednesday before the holiday she ended up staying open until past nine o'clock to accommodate a rush of regular customers.
After the other stylists went home for the night, Angela locked the salon door and then flopped into the chair of her own cutting station with a loud sigh of relief. She hadn't even taken off her smock yet. It had been so busy she just wanted to give herself a couple of minutes to chill before doing the cleanup routine and going home. Foolishly, she wore medium high heels that day and her feet were killing her. She closed her eyes and started to zone out until she felt Owen's hands massaging her shoulders.
"Ohh, baby, that's fantastic," she sighed.
"You deserve it, Mom," he said. "You had a brutal day today."
"Mmm, you're so good to me, baby. But if you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to get up anytime soon."
"Just relax, Mom. Your shoulders feel so tight."
"But we've got the holiday tomorrow, sweetheart. We should get home. There's so much to do tomorrow."
"It's just gonna be us again. It's not really a holiday if you don't get to chill."
Angela sighed and let her body relax while Owen's strong fingers worked at the tense muscles in her shoulders. He did have a point, even though she enjoyed making holidays nice for him. But at the moment, he was forcing her body to relax and reminding her how long it had been since she'd had strong, male hands touching her. Her nipples buzzed with warmth and started to thicken as she melted into the chair.
"Darling, I have to admit that feels so good, especially after giving I don't know how many shampoos and cuts today. It's nice to get pampered a little bit for a change," she said.
"In that case, let's do it right," he suggested.
So after massaging her shoulders for a while longer, he got his mother to stand up and take off her smock. She suddenly wished she'd put on a bra that morning because her swollen nipples were now easily visible in her clinging, scoop-neck top. Her son took her by the hand and led her to the small row of shampooing stations.
"Owen, what are you doing?"
"Just sit down and lay your head back in the sink, Mom. I'm gonna give you a shampoo."
"That's sweet, baby, but how do you know what to do?"
"I've only seen you and the others do it a thousand times or so." He rolled his eyes.
The moment she sat and leaned her head back into the sink with the little scoop for her neck she was aware of how easily her son would be able to see down her top. It was bad enough her nipples were so swollen. Owen was always a polite, respectful boy, but he wasn't above checking out his mother's big tits in revealing tops. Being such a virile young man, Angela supposed she couldn't blame him. Maybe it was time to stop blaming herself for enjoying his attention so much.
He had the water running now, and he was waiting for the temperature to adjust, exactly the way he must have seen her do it hundreds of times. When it was ready, he patiently wet down her shoulder length hair, using the side of his hand as a barrier to keep the spray from running anywhere but into her hair.
"I guess you learned a lot from watching Mommy, didn't you, baby?"
"Maybe," he said coyly. "You always say I should keep an eye on things. That means you, too."
His mother could hear the smile in his tone, but as he started work the lather into her hair and massage her scalp with his strong fingers, she could feel her whole body tingle. She was impressed with how calm and patient he was, even if she suspected he might be stalling just to take advantage of the view he now had down her top. Her bust had been covered most of the day by her smock, but now her large orbs were straining at the well stretched fabric and her nipples were impossibly hard. With Owen's fingers going all over her lathery head there was no way to avoid her body's natural response.
Angela nearly giggled aloud when she thought of how at least half of her customers would have loved being in the position she was in now. She told herself Owen was hers and she didn't have to share him with anyone else. Somehow, the thought of her flirting clients only made her feel a naughty sense of possessiveness. She didn't bother thinking about the day her son would end up bringing home a serious girlfriend. She didn't want to think about that. At least for now she could let her mind wander into sweet daydreams that were only for her to enjoy.
"I always thought you had really beautiful hair, Mom," her son told her out of the blue.
"Baby, that's so sweet. You're spoiling me so much."
"You deserve it. You're the best mom ever."
Owen finally rinsed out the shampoo suds and started to work conditioner into his smiling mother's hair. Angela's eyes were closed and she boldly arched her back with a yummy sigh, pushing her prominent boobs up and forcing more of her bulging tit flesh out of her top. Her son's hands stopped moving while her body was arched up and she knew he was helping himself to a good, long look. But there was no harm in looking, and if anyone deserved it it was Owen. From the way his hands felt on her scalp, she could only imagine the way they'd feel kneading her full, sensitive tits. The warm, quivery feeling in her pussy was delightful, even though she knew it would only end up driving her crazy with frustration.
Her son finally rinsed out the conditioner. He wrapped a dry towel around her head and shoulders and she sat up. He then led her back to the chair at her cutting station and proceeded to blow dry her hair. He worked her hair with a brush at the same time, trying to recreate what she did with it herself. He wasn't quite as good at this part, but his mother was giving her devoted boy an A for effort. With the large, free standing mirror in front of them, she watched him focus on his task. She also caught him looking at her tits in the mirror.
When Owen finished, Angela was ready to get up and leave the shop for the night, but he told her he wasn't finished pampering her. He grabbed a low stool and took a seat between the chair his mother was sitting in and the mirror. Then he picked up her right foot and took off her shoe. Balancing her foot on the top of his leg, he started massaging her foot. His fingers were firm but careful, and his mother moaned as she felt her entire body relax.
"Ohhhh, Owen, baby," she sighed. "That's wonderful."
"Just relax and enjoy it, Mom," he said. "This is your holiday reward."
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" she asked.
"Just being awesome," he said.
The pleasure of her son's strong thumbs pressing into all the pressure points in her foot had Angela melting in her seat. She let her thighs drift apart further than she should have, but she hadn't had a foot massage since forever. It felt too good to be concerned about the fact that her son could probably now see the faint outline of her panties through the thin material of her yoga pants. His hands felt so strong and confident in their task. Just being touched affectionately by large, male hands was enough to make her body tingle, but it felt like her son was hitting every pleasure nerve in her body as he worked on her foot.
Angela could barely move and her thighs drifted open even further. Her pussy was aching with an uncontrollable response, but Owen's hands had her under his control. There was a moist heat swarming through her pussy now. She couldn't help the feeling and gave up on whatever will she had left to fight it. The deeper and harder her son massaged her foot the worse it got.
He must have spent a good twenty minutes or more on the right foot before he switched over to the left and began massaging that one. Angela felt her thighs opening even wider and there was nothing she could do about it. Her son was making her feel too weak and relaxed to move. Part of her felt shamed and embarrassed that her damp camel toe was boldly displayed in front of her son, but another, bigger part of her was even more aroused. Yet she found herself hoping against hope that he'd be able to smell the heady scent of his mother's pleasure. That would be too much, and yet his face was barely a couple of feet away from her pussy.
When she looked in the mirror and saw herself with her legs open and Owen sitting between them, it almost looked like her son was eating her pussy, except that she was still wearing her yoga pants. The lewd suggestion gave her a rush of troubling sensations, and yet she couldn't take her eyes off the mirror. She couldn't keep from uttering a soft gasp of surprise.
"Feel good, Mom?" her son asked.
"Oh yes, baby. It feels so good," she purred, shocked at herself for sounding like a young coed with starry eyes for the big man on campus.
Angela kept staring at the mirror, seeing her son from behind with his head between her wide open legs. By the time he finished massaging her left foot, her mind was numb and her pussy was leaking so much honey she couldn't bear to look and see if there was a wet spot on the crotch of her leggings. If there was, Owen would surely have seen it, and there was nothing that could be done about it now.
He finally set her foot down and looked up at her. "There," he said. "All set. Shall we go home now?"
"After that I don't know if I can move," she said.
"I hope that means it felt good."
"It was amazing, baby," she sighed, finally sitting up and pulling her legs closed. "But it's really getting late and I certainly don't want to fall asleep in this awful chair."
As much as she hated to, Angela slipped her feet back in her shoes while Owen got their jackets. When he came back with them, she noticed the enormously prominent bulge in his pants. He wasn't even trying to hide it and he just smiled when he caught his mother looking at it. After that, she didn't feel so embarrassed about the prospect of her son seeing a wet spot in her leggings. It was the last thing she was about to mention, but at least she felt like they were on more even footing now.
Angela was glad when Owen got in on the driver's side and let her relax on the ride home. They got to the house later than usual, and she was still feeling the dreamy effects of her foot massage. Consequently, dinner was quick and simple. Then she went into the living room and lay down on the wide, sectional sofa to watch TV. Owen went upstairs to change, but he came down to join her in a T shirt and a pair of snug fitting boxer briefs. It was what he usually slept in, and often walked around the house that way.
Instead of moving to one end the way she usually did, Angela just patted the space in front of her and invited him to lie down along with her. She arranged herself on her side up against the back of the couch, giving Owen room to lie down next to her along the outer edge. It wasn't unusual for them to lounge on the sofa with their feet or head in the other's lap, but this was the first time they'd fully cuddled since Owen was much smaller. He got his arm around her shoulders while she rested her face on his chest, resting her hand on the outer side of his waist.
Owen grabbed the remote off the coffee table and started playing a movie from their favorite streaming service. After a while, Angela let her leg bend forward and rest across her son's thighs. She was completely aware of the pressure of his large tits squashing against his side. The effects of his massage were still strong enough to keep her in a relaxed state, but the warm ache in her pussy was just as persistent.
It was amazing to her that her son could make her feel this way without even meaning to. It wasn't something she could allow again. It was thrilling but dangerous to tease themselves that way. She couldn't deny that she also felt so proud of him. It hardly even seemed possible to love anyone as much as she loved Owen, but she loved him more than life itself and she never felt it so deeply as at that moment on the couch as they clung to each other. Angela squeezed his solid body tighter.
"I love you, baby," she told him softly. Then she kissed him on the side of his face, taking the chance to place her lips just at the corner of his mouth.
"I love you, too, Mom," he replied. He turned his head to her and kissed her back on the lips. It was brief, but a striking change from the much more careful way they had always kissed each other on the cheek or forehead - the way most mothers and sons would kiss.As frustrating as it was to sacrifice her desire for cock, Angela realized it was a small price to pay for the incredible love she and Owen shared. To know she had raised such an amazing young man could bring a satisfied smile to her lips even on the worst of days. Besides, she'd been suppressing her needs for so long that she could keep doing it for a few more years, until he finished college and eventually moved out on his own. It wasn't something she looked forward to, but maybe then she could justify having another man in her life. One who could satisfy her cravings. In the meantime, Owen was the only man she wanted in her life.
She was barely aware of the movie while Owen's head was angled toward the TV. It was hard to tell if he was interested, or if he was thinking about the way he'd made his mother's pussy wet after hours in the salon. Angela just closed her eyes and let her mind wander.
About three hours later, she woke up, realizing she'd drifted off to sleep. Owen was still there, and she was still wrapped around him from the side. He was sleeping soundly. His mouth was open slightly and his chest was rising and falling with deep breath.
The TV was still on, but the movie was over. Now the screen merely showed the thumbnails of other shows and films while casting a dim light over the mother's and son's bodies. Angela thought she should wake him so they could get up and go to the comfort of their separate beds, but she felt so warm and happy snuggled up to her handsome young man. Then she glanced down and spotted the enormous bulge stretching out the front of his boxer briefs.
Instantly, Angela's heart started to race with excitement and within seconds her hammering pulse felt like it was centered between her legs. Her upper leg was still lying across Owen's thighs, just a few inches below that ragingly hard cock. She couldn't help wondering what he was dreaming about to make that amazing rod so big and hard. It was so tempting to bring her leg higher and let her thigh rub across that imposing bulge, but she resisted. This was her son. Purposely touching his cock was the last thing a mother was meant to do, no matter how much she was dying to.
Angela barely moved. It would've been the right thing to do to wake up her son now so they could both go to bed, but she just lay there quietly, her pulse beating wildly, staring at Owen's lusty bulge. Meanwhile, the moist heat kept building in her pussy, wearing down her better intentions. She spent a long time just staring at the shape in her son's briefs. Finally, she moved her arm carefully and hooked her finger in the waistband, gently lifting it up so she could peek inside and see the boy's fully aroused cock in the flesh.
She held in a gasp as the enormous stalk shifted into a new position, lying up against Owen's lower belly now that his briefs weren't constraining it. His mother felt like she was gazing at a beautiful piece of sculpture. It was so long and thick, and the head looked so shapely as the ridge flared around the upper end of his shaft.
There was no question that Angela's pussy was now soaking through both layers of her panties and yoga pants. It didn't seem fair that her own son should have such a perfect cock. She wanted it. Pure and simple. Yet this was the one cock in the entire world she was barred from loving. It would have been so simple just to move her head down and take that large, delicious looking dick head into her mouth and suck. She tried to imagine the way he would pulse in her mouth as he gave her a creamy load of cum.
On the other hand, it didn't seem so bad to just look, and she held the band of her son's briefs up to hold on to that view of his swollen boner for as long as she dared. At the same time, her pussy was aching for attention. She would have loved nothing more than having that huge shaft pumping deep and hard into her lathery core, but what would she do when she felt that ecstasy only to look up at the face of her own son?
She lowered the band of Owen's briefs back down, but now that his cock had shifted to its current position the top end of his long shaft was jutting up past the garment that was meant to cover him. Angela kept staring at the full, round head while she carefully slipped her hand between their bodies and down inside her leggings. Her fingers then slipped down farther, into her panties and onto her smoothly waxed pussy mound.
Lifting up her outer leg, Angela's hand burrowed a little deeper so she could stroke the tender lips of her dripping pussy while she stared at the ripe, rigid cock sticking up out of her son's briefs. Her hand was wedged between their bodies so she was trying to be careful not to wake up Owen. What would he think if he suddenly opened his eyes to discover his swollen dick sticking out of his briefs while his mother was rubbing her pussy right against the side of his body?
As Angela's fingers slipped and slid over her honey-slick pussy, she quickly lost her ability to think straight. If she could've brought her mouth to Owen's cock without waking him up she would've done it by now, but she was mortified by the idea of getting caught. The chance she was already taking was bad enough, but she never expected waking up to the sight of her gorgeous son's bulging hard on while they were snuggled together on the couch.
The impossibly horny mother forced herself to make as little movement and noise as possible while she attacked her swollen clit with her fingers. She rubbed her slippery pearl as hard and fast as she dared while she kept her eyes on Owen's cock and imagined how he would feel inside her mouth. Shivers of forbidden pleasure grew in her body until she found herself on the edge. It was so beautiful and shameful all at the same time. She felt the wave of pleasure racing toward its crest as Owen's body was wedged against her.
Wave after wave of orgasmic joy rippled through the mother's passionate body as she fought to keep from making any sudden movements. The hot pleasure was overpowering, and when the explosion finally passed she had no idea how she could go through anything so life-changing while Owen continued sleeping peacefully.
She finally pulled her hand out of her pants and sucked each of her wet fingers clean. After that, she lay her head back on her son's chest. It would have made sense to wake him up so they could go to their beds, but she was afraid of embarrassing him if he woke up with that big, manly erection sticking up from his underwear. She gazed down at it with a girlish smile on her lips, and before she knew it she was falling asleep again.
When she woke up again, it was the middle of Thanksgiving morning and she found herself alone on the couch. There was a light blanket covering her, and she knew Owen must have put it on her whenever he'd woken up. His sweet thoughtfulness made her smile. Then she remembered masturbating to the sight of his exposed erection. She couldn't believe she'd done anything so impulsive and careless. It was pure luck that he hadn't woken up and caught her, and she told herself she would never take that kind of crazy risk again. Angela got up went upstairs to shower and change.
The holiday went by without any more incidents, although there was noticeable change between Angela and her son that lasted into the following weeks. There was definitely a more openly affectionate atmosphere between them in the house. There was much more hugging and open touching.
They were on their own for Thanksgiving since Owen's grandfather had gone to Hawaii with his second wife. Taking off for tropical climes had become a frequent habit for him now that he was getting older and enjoying a new marriage finally years after his first wife had passed away. Angela missed having her father around on holidays the past couple of years, but after what happened on the couch the night before, she was just as relieved to have her son to herself this Thanksgiving.
When Angela reopened the salon early the following week, there was an unspoken agreement between the mother and son to keep from behaving in public the way they started to at home. The long hugs and kisses on the lips, even though the kisses were always quick and seemingly innocent, were things they automatically saved for when they weren't around other people. There was nothing wrong with the way they hugged or kissed, but it was just intimate enough that other people wouldn't understand.
On the other hand, there was no more snuggling on the couch the way they did that night. Angela ached for it, but she didn't trust herself. What would happen if she'd found herself back in that same situation of finding her son's cock bulging and swollen in his briefs? It would have been torture to tempt herself that much. But she couldn't stop thinking about those moments, fingering her needful pussy while gazing in awe at her son's impressively swollen cock. Over the next few weeks, she was masturbating at every opportunity.
Meanwhile, Christmas was coming and the salon was growing busier and busier the closer it came. Once he was through with exams, Owen spent long days helping his mother at the salon while the holiday approached. His grandfather invited them both to join him and his wife on a holiday trip to the Caribbean, but Angela turned the opportunity down. She said she couldn't afford to close her business that long, but deep down she just wanted to be alone with her son.
Owen didn't mind not going on the trip with his grandfather, but he kidded his mother about it, telling her he wanted to see her in a bikini for Christmas.
"And why would you want to see your own mother in a bikini?" she said, pretending to be shocked.
"Because guys like seeing hot babes in bikinis," he told her with a wry smirk.
"I'm hardly a hot babe, my dear," she said with a mock frown, yet secretly incredibly pleased. "I'm your mother. You can't be thinking or saying things like that about a woman my age."
"MILFs are babes, too, Mom," he replied. "And you are most definitely a MILF."
Angela was painfully aware of what the term meant, and it made her feel feverish to hear her son call her one. However, their holiday plans didn't include a busty mother wearing a scant bikini in front of her adoring son. Unfortunately. They planned to stay the week between Christmas and New Year at her father's cabin three hours north of their city.
Although he called it his cabin, Angela's father's getaway house was actually spacious and modern. He'd owned it for fifteen years, and had spent time renovating it piece by piece. It had every modern amenity, including a sauna and an outdoor hot tub. There was a large fireplace in the broad, open living room area that would keep the place every bit as a warm and cozy as the tropical beach where he was going to be. Owen loved going there as much as his mother did, and Angela could feel that her son was looking forward to a holiday of their own just as much as she was.
In the meantime, she took advantage of a couple of chances to sneak away from the salon to get to the nearest mall and do some gift shopping. On her last trip, she found herself walking by a shop that specialized in sexy lingerie yet also carried revealing beachwear. Thinking of her son's supposed joke about wanting to see her in a bikini for Christmas, she decided to go inside and see what they had.
Angela hadn't been to the beach since Owen was a boy, and the styles of bikinis she found herself looking through were daringly skimpy. Yet considering the unwieldy size of her tits, there was less selection for her to consider. But as she looked through her choices, her nipples grew erect with excitement as she thought of letting her son see her in pretty much any of the suits she was looking at. She finally picked out a turquoise string bikini that would leave more of her ass exposed than covered. The top consisted of a pair of triangular patches of thin material connected by strings. They would cover her large areolas, but not much more.
She felt giddy as she made her selection, and on her way to the checkout she spotted a small men's section that included an array of speedo type swimsuits. Angela gave in to her curiosity and looked through them. Her heart started to race as she imagined her son in any one of the tiny suits. Remembering the impressive size of his cock, she actually felt her pussy quiver in response. She almost left the store, but she spotted the cutest, skimpiest men's thong in the matching color to the bikini she'd picked out. It was more than she could resist so she took both suits to the checkout.
After she bought the beachwear, she was walking back to the parking garage and started to feel ridiculous. There was no way she could wear anything like that bikini in front of her son, even if he had more than hinted it was what he wanted for Christmas. She couldn't do that any more than she could ask him to put on a skimpy speedo for her, even if she was dying to see what he'd look like.
On the morning of Christmas Eve, Angela and Owen both got up early to pack the minivan for their trip. There were a couple of bags of gifts, a week's worth of groceries, and then the two suitcases. Angela had ended up throwing the new swimsuits into her suitcase on a whim. She still couldn't imagine wearing that bikini in front of her son, but maybe it she would have some fun just showing it to him and teasing him a little.
It was a busy morning at the salon, but by the early afternoon Angela sent the other stylists home for the holiday and closed up early. By that time everyone was in a hurry to get where they were going because heavy snow was being forecast. Angela and Owen still had to make the drive to her father's cabin. At this point they were going to be in a race against the weather. The house was nestled in the mountains, and if the snow was as heavy as expected the roads could be impassable for days.
Owen did the driving, and the snow started falling an hour into their three hour ride. The roads wouldn't be too bad before they got there, but it did slow their progress a bit, and it was dark when they finally reached the cabin. Owen brought the suitcases upstairs while his mother unpacked the groceries. The upstairs was an open loft with a pitched ceiling and two beds on either end, only separated by a couple of free standing screens for privacy. There was a spacious bathroom, though, and it was the only walled off room on the upper floor.
There hadn't been time to get a tree, but Angela was putting up decorations in the living room by the time Owen came back downstairs. He helped with the decorations, and then they each laid their gifts for each other across the coffee table. After spending a little time being curious about what was in their packages, Angela went into the kitchen and started to cook something for dinner. Her son started making eggnog at the same time. She noticed him adding some of his grandfather's bourbon to the recipe, but she didn't say anything. But when she tasted the concoction she raised her brow to let him know she was surprised he made them so strong.
They each had two drinks by the time their dinner was ready, and after the meal, Owen poured two more and they went outside onto the patio in the rear where the hot tub was to watch it snow. Angela was feeling warm and buzzy from the first two drinks, and the third was putting her even deeper into a holiday mood. Even the cold, winter chill felt good as the snow came down heavily.
Angela's nipples were now poking into the material of the slinky, lowcut dress she'd changed into for dinner. The hem was knee length, but the plunging neckline left a copious amount of her cleavage on display, and her son was enjoying the view. Owen sidled closer to his mother and put his arm around her waist. She felt like they were in their own world a million miles away from civilization. She barely felt the cold as she saw the way her son was looking at her. He made her feel sexy and loved like never before, and she snuggled up against him as close as she could.
Owen told his mother she was beautiful at least three times. He turned to face her kissed her each time, making his mother's pulse beat wildly. The kisses were simple and basic the way they had been over the past weeks since Thanksgiving, but they lasted much longer. Angela eagerly pressed her full tits against his body and wished he was anyone but her son.
The eggnog was probably affecting her too much when Angela suggested they get the heater started on the hot tub.
"It'll take a while for the water to heat up, and meanwhile we could exchange our gifts tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow. By then the water should be hot and we can come back out and watch it snow together from the tub."
"That's a great idea, Mom," Owen replied.
He went over to the tub and uncovered the switch box to turn on the heat. The jets hummed into action at the same time. Then they went back inside and finished their eggnog while they opened their presents, both sitting close together on the couch.
"Merry Christmas, Mom," Owen said, hugging his mother again. "I love everything you got me. You always know just the right thing." He then gave his mother a harder kiss than ever before, making her heart jump as she struggled to breathe.
"Baby, I love you so much," she told him.
"I love you, too, Mom."
Against her better judgement, Angela gave her son a coy smile and told him she had one more gift for him. "Actually, two," she snickered mysteriously.
"Now you have me really curious," Owen said with a smile. "You're not gonna make me wait until tomorrow, are you?"
"Definitely not," she replied, knowing she'd probably lose her courage by morning. As of now, the eggnog had her feeling bold and reckless. "Why don't you make us another round of drinks while I go upstairs and get your other gifts."
While Owen went into the kitchen, his mother went upstairs and took her new bikini out of her suitcase. She slipped out of her dress and panties then slipped on the bikini. Checking herself out in the full length mirror, Angela's heart raced when she saw how incredibly exposed she looked. She was nearly in shock at how big and naked her tits looked with nothing but those two, well-stretched strips of fabric to cradle her heavy, round orbs. The bottom wasn't much wider than her pussy mound. One look and her son would know how bald his mother's pussy was.
Angela had already told herself a dozen times that she wasn't going to do this, and she gave it one last thought before going downstairs. But as nervous as she was, she wanted to give this to Owen. He deserved it. Besides, it was exciting to let him see her like this. She also wanted to see him in the tiny speedo she got for him and this seemed to be the best way to convince him to put it on. She picked up the little package that was now gift wrapped and went downstairs before she could change her mind.
Her heart raced wildly as she took the stairs slowly, her pussy pulsing with heat. The bikini covered so little it made her feel like a bigger tease than if she were naked. Was she really going to reveal herself this way to her own son? Had he really wanted to see her like this when he jokingly brought it up? What if he'd only been kidding? Trying to make her feel good?
But no. She couldn't forget all the lingering looks. The increasingly frequent hugs where he mashed his hard, young body against her aching tits. Tall, voluptuous and proud, Angela felt more and more like the sensually erotic woman she was the closer she came to the bottom stair. Still, she was as nervous as she was excited, afraid of losing all control and wetting the tiny gusset of her new bikini so badly she'd never be able to hide it.
As she stepped off the stairs and into the outer part of the open living room area, she spotted the two fresh drinks on the coffee table and Owen by the fireplace. He was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and she was about to explode with nerves as she thought of what she was about to do.While she watched him focus on the task of starting a fire, she realized she had already been in love with him for years. Somehow, as the mother and son had forged a happy life together without his father, Owen had become her ideal man. He was the reason she had yet to revert to her old ways to satisfy her deep, dark craving for cock. He was everything to her, and that was the moment she realized there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. Nothing, she thought, as the pulsebeat within her smooth, warm pussy grew stronger and stronger. She took a couple of careful steps closer.
"Merry Christmas, baby," she said softly.
Owen looked up at her and his jaw immediately dropped. Angela couldn't help giggling happily when he couldn't speak right away. Over the years, she knew she'd made many men hard and horny, but when had she ever truly taken a man's breath away, the way she was now taking her son's? Her face flushed with self-conscious heat while he stared at her in awe, the way no one had ever gazed at her before. Her nipples were swollen and pulsing with sensation as a smile broke across her pretty face and she struck a proud pose for her beautiful boy.
"Mom," he said haltingly. "I - I - wow! You look so amazing!"
If not for the eggnog, Angela probably would have melted into a puddle of nerves by now. But between the warm glow of the drinks and the validating stare she was getting from Owen, she had never felt so proud or beautiful in her life.
"Think I can keep up with those college girls you flirt with?" she asked.
"Mom. The question is, can they keep up with you? And no. They don't have a chance next to you. You're just...so...incredible."
"Thank you, baby," she said. Then she walked into the center of the room and did a couple of turns so he could view her ass. It was just slightly thicker and rounder than it was twenty years ago, but still shapely and firm. And when she came back around to face her son he was awestruck. His astonished expression was only making his mother's pulse race even harder.
"I can't believe you really did it," Owen told her. "This is what I wanted more than anything. To see you like this."
"Well, I have no idea why you'd want to see your own mother in a slutty looking bikini like this, but it did seem like fun when I thought it over a little."
"Who wouldn't want to see you like this, Mom? You look perfect."
Angela felt herself blushing again, but then she remembered the small package in her hand. She held it up for Owen.
"Remember I told you there were two more presents for you, baby?" She giggled. "Well maybe this one is more for me than you."
Owen looked curious and got up from beside the fireplace where a small pile of logs was now burning nicely. His eyes were all over his mother until he took the package out of her hand. He squeezed it, trying to guess what was inside, but then he finally tore off the wrapping and held the tiny speedo up between himself and his mother.
"Seriously, Mom?" he said with a laugh.
"I'm very serious," she replied, grinning. "If you want your mom in a tiny bikini like this, then I want my hot son in a little speedo. And you're going to put it on for me right now, young man, or Mommy's going to put on a robe."
"Okay, okay," Owen said quickly. "Fair is fair, I guess."
As much as he tried to seem reluctant, his mother could tell he was intrigued by the idea of wearing something so scant in front of her. And if she could do it for him, then why shouldn't he do it for her? He went into the smaller bathroom on the main floor so he could change quickly. Angela waited, picking up her drink and enjoying the heat from the fireplace.
Owen came back out before she expected. His mother's heart nearly froze when she saw him. He was nearly naked, except for the matching color of the tiny, well-stretched fabric holding his virile, young cock and balls. Her mind immediately went back to the night before Thanksgiving when she helped herself to a better look than she should've had at his hard member. She couldn't deny aching to see him in the same condition again.
"Looks like we got our beach holiday after all," he said, grinning as he walked toward her.
"Right," she agreed. "In the middle of blizzard." They both laughed.
"This is even better," Owen said. "I'd rather be here with you than anywhere in the world, Mom."
Angela's heart melted. "Oh, baby, I love you so much."
Then, without thinking about what they were doing, the mother and son came together in a firm, affectionate hug. Given the miniscule amount of fabric covering their bodies, it was almost like hugging naked. But that didn't stop them from enjoying a long, tight hug. Angela's tits were conspicuously mashed against her son's bare body while she could feel the bulging crotch of his speedo pressing up to hers. It was making the dew trickle from her slit, but she didn't want her son to know. The best way she could think of hiding the evidence of her excitement was to get him into the hot tub as quickly as possible.
Owen liked his mother's suggestion to take their drinks outside and watch it snow from the tub, and they picked up their glasses and went out. He took off the cover, and she felt relieved to finally lower her mostly naked body into the gently churning water. It still had a few more degrees to go, but it was already warm and light wisps of steam were rising off the surface.
Angela felt a wave of perfect contentment come over her. It was so beautiful to watch the snow coming down at night and to feel the heat of the water and be so close to the most amazing young guy in her life. She made sure to sit upright so Owen could easily see her tits. He obviously loved looking at them, and she loved his rapt admiration. Her nipples were hard as the tips of her pinky fingers, and there was no mistaking how much her son loved seeing them dent the wet bikini barely covering them. Angela smiled to herself when she thought about how it would be to simply pull those stretchy strips of material to the sides of her globes and expose them completely.
Just being this close to her son in the tub as they sat across from each other was making her pussy churn almost as much as water. She started to wonder if she should have had so many drinks, knowing they were making her feel too bold and too honest.
"I guess you like your present," she said with a coy smile.
"Which one?" her son asked. "The one I'm wearing or the one you're wearing?"
Angela snickered. "The one I'm wearing. I have to confess the one you're wearing was really more of a present to myself."
"I hope you like it, then," he said.
"I love it, sweetheart. You look perfect."
"So do you, Mom. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Angela blushed. She knew he meant every word and it made her feel warm in every part of her body.
"I think you like looking at Mommy's big boobs," she giggled.
Owen grinned. "Who wouldn't, Mom? They're amazing."
"Wanna see them better?" she teased.
The look on her son's face told her everything she needed to know. Angela finally gave in to the urge she'd been feeling to pull the strips of her bikini top to the sides and fully expose her large, wet tits to her adoring son. The boy's eyes opened wider as he stared in awe. His mother boldly teased her swollen nipples with the tips of her fingers and sighed. She would have loved feeling Owen's hand groping her luscious tits, but that was more than they should ever do. But there wasn't any harm in looking, was there?
But then Owen did something that set his mother off on a series of choices she could never take back. He reached under the water and took off his speedo, finally holding it up in front of her and setting it aside on the shelf at the edge of the tub with a defiant smile on his handsome face.
"We're practically naked already, Mom," he reasoned. "And a hot tub is better when you're naked."
"Hmm, well you're definitely right about that. And you're already staring at your mother's bare tits," she snickered.
Angela took off her top and set it aside. Instead of just lifting her ass and slipping her bottom off under water, she stood up and pushed the bikini down to give the boy a good look at his mother's bald pussy. She had to finally sit back down to pull her bottom all the way off, then she set it down beside her top. Her pussy throbbed when she noticed the movement of her son's arm. He was obviously fondling his cock underwater.
"Oh god, baby," she sighed, hardly believing her eyes as she parted her thighs and reached between them to stroke her pussy lips. "Are we really doing this?"
"I can't help it, Mom. You got me so hard," he groaned.
They went on like that for a couple of minutes, mother and son both touching themselves underwater while they stared into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Mom," Owen said with an almost pained expression.
"I love you, too, baby," she replied. "So much."
Angela arched her back and squared off her shoulders, pushing her prominent tits forward as she caressed them with her other hand. Tweezing her nipples between her fingers brought moans of deep desire out of her mouth while Owen's arm was obviously moving faster.
"Mom," the boy groaned, "I need to see you. All of you."
Angela didn't think twice. She rose up and sat on the edge of the tub, planting her feet wide apart on the bench she was just sitting on. The cold air forced her heartbeat higher, but she barely felt it as she boldly exposed her intensely aroused pussy to her son for the first time. She gave him a moment to stare at her slippery folds before reaching between her thighs and letting him watch his loving mother stroke her pussy lips.
"Baby, this is so bad," Angela moaned. "And so good."
Owen's response was to stand up, bringing his big, fully aroused cock into view. His hand was wrapped tightly around his shaft as he stroked his thick length. His mother gasped softly at the beautiful sight. It was a much better view than she'd had that night before Thanksgiving. It was what she'd been dreaming of seeing ever since.
The young man stepped closer, and the pair watched each other masturbate until they started to feel the cold air. Then they both slipped back down in the warm water, but Owen stayed on his mother's side of the tub, sitting close enough so their bodies were touching. They instantly turned to each other and kissed hungrily. There was no hesitation when their lips opened and their tongues came together in a swirl of hungry need. Angela gasped into her son's mouth the moment she felt his hand firmly caressing her big, wet tits. When she reached under the warm, churning water and grasped his thick, rock hard shaft she thought her heart was going to explode.
Owen groaned long and low in his throat when his mother finally took hold of his aching cock. His mother could hardly believe how hard he felt in her hand as she began stroking his shaft up and down. He kissed her harder and deeper, and she could feel his desperation for her. His need only drove her need for him higher than she ever imagined. He had his left hand on the back of her neck while the right moved downward from her tits to search for her pussy under the water.
When she felt her son's fingers explore her aching slit, Angela's head fell backward as she moaned and cooed for his touch. His fingers were careful, but anything but gentle while he fingered through her folds and pushed one into her slick hole.
"Oh god, baby," she moaned. "You're fingerfucking me. You're fingerfucking your mother."
"I've been wanting to do this forever," he confessed. "And your pussy feels even better than I imagined."
She stared at him in disbelief while his finger began stroking in and out of her sheath. His cock was throbbing in her fist, and he soon pushed a second finger inside beside the first. Angela felt like she was melting all over her son's hand. His fingers thrust into her neglected hole only to rub across her g spot on the way out. Then he would mash the pad of his thumb over her slit for a moment before thrusting his fingers back in, making her moan with every thrust.
She stroked his cock while he lowered his head to her tits, going back and forth between them to suck on her nipples while he steadily worked her pussy with his hand. He pushed his finger into her hole and left them embedded inside her while he massaged her clit with his thumb, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, the pleasure shooting through every part of her body began to swarm between her legs and she exploded with joyful ecstasy on her son's talented hand.
Owen pulled his fingers from his mother's pussy. Angela opened her eyes and found him staring at her with a broad smile. His cock was pulsating in her hand.
"That was so good, baby," she sighed, gradually coming back to her senses. It had been years since she'd had any fingers in her pussy but her own, and she couldn't believe how hard her teenaged son could make her cum. "Mommy's got something I think you're really gonna like."
"I like everything you have, Mom," Owen replied while his cock still pulsated with need in her hand.
"Stand up for me, baby," his mother said. "I've got something so special for you."
Owen did as she asked, standing up in front of her with his enormous cock bobbing and swaggering in her face. She wrapped her hand around the base and stared at the huge organ.
"It's so beautiful, darling. The most beautiful cock your mother has ever seen," she said.
"Have you seen a lot of cocks, Mom?" he asked.
"Is it bad if I say yes?" she said, looking up at him meekly, almost, but not quite regretting her sordid past.
"Not if you still like mine the best," he told her with a smile.
"There's no comparison, baby," she told him sincerely. Then she leaned forward and licked all around his bulging head. She carefully licked all over his rigid shaft and balls, enjoying the silky texture of his shaven skin.
Owen was soon moaning as his mother licked and kissed every inch of his shaft and balls. She then took his rod into her mouth and began sucking, moving her head back and forth as she stroked her moist, slippery lips along his flesh.
"Ohhh, Mom, fuck," the boy groaned.
Angela knew he was all hers now. His pole was hot and throbbing like mad inside her mouth. She gave him the best of all her experience sucking cock, taking him deep and stroking with her hand at the same time. He was groaning and rocking his hips to the rhythm of her sucking. She had her left hand cupping his balls while she devoured him so hungrily.
For all the dicks the woman had sucked in her past, there was nothing to compare with the taste and feel of her own son's beautiful man flesh pulsing and sliding across her tongue. She knew there was no way she could without feeling him in her pussy. But for now, she was totally concentrated on pleasuring that thick shaft between her lips.
Angela worked over Owen's cock patiently but steadily. She pulled him to the edge and held him there for as long as she could, but she was soon just as eager to take his spurting seed into her mouth as he was to give it to her. She felt so deeply connected to him. The sound and urgency of his moans of pleasure and the eager thrusts of his rod into her mouth told her how close he was coming to his peak.
"Oh, Mom, fuck I'm gonna cum," he finally cried.
His mother sucked him harder and faster, taking him to his climax as his muscles all tightened up and his driving dick began spurting wildly into her mouth. Angela eagerly swallowed every spurt of her son's delicious cream. The pleasure of his explosion was as much as hers as his. She kept sucking more gently as his orgasm passed, until he finally backed away and sat down on the bench in the tub.
Angela licked a stray drabble of cum off her lip and smiled at her boy, knowing how much he loved what his mother had just given him. She got out of her seat and went across the tub to him, straddling his lap with her knees planted on the bench on either side of his hips. His cock was still semi-erect and nudging against her pussy.
"I love you so much," she told him. She then kissed him deeply. He took her dick flavored tongue deeply into his mouth and sucked it eagerly. His strong hands gripped her ass and squeezed, making her whimper into his open mouth.
They kissed for a long time, and Owen's resilient, teenaged cock was growing hard again before it even went completely soft. His mother couldn't wait to get that big, beautiful pole inside her, but she wanted to get him back inside where they could be warm and dry.
They climbed out of the tub and covered it over, then picked up their suits and dashed through the building snow on the patio and back inside the house. Angela was giddy with happiness and lust all at once. It made her heart skip to watch her naked son walking through the living room with his proudly bobbing erection leading the way. He threw a couple more logs on the fire, and as they caught it grew even warmer in the room.
Owen grabbed his mother's hand and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly in front of the warming fire. But for Angela, it still felt like there was a fire raging between her legs. Her son kissed her hard and deep, keeping his rigid rod snugly pressed against her body.
"I think my baby likes the way Mommy sucks his cock," she finally said playfully, gazing into his intense eyes.
"Let's see if you like the way your son eats Mommy's hot pussy," he told her, leading her back to the couch.
Angela sat down and immediately spread her long, shapely legs to offer her smooth slit to her man. He leaned over and kissed her again, fondling her tits with one hand while he reached down and stroked her pussy lips with the other. She couldn't wait to feel his mouth on her as she ground her pussy against his hand. Suddenly he pulled away and got down on his knees on the carpet. Pushing her thighs open even wider, he leaned close and started licking along the wet lips of her pussy.
She could tell from the very first swipes of his eager tongue that her son was no clumsy beginner in the art of eating a woman's wet pussy. He lapped at her flowing juice like it was sweet nectar, letting his tongue dip into her hole and stroke all over her lips and around her clit. But it wasn't long before he pushed a pair of fingers into her hole and trapped her clit under the suction cup of his lips. He sucked at the tiny pearl and swirled his tongue while his fingers massaged her G spot.
Owen soon had his mother grinding her pussy into his mouth while she clawed at his hair with both hands. His fingers and clit-sucking lips were merciless as he took her to a higher plane of pleasure. Looking down between her widely spread legs, Angela could hardly believe it was the face of her very own son sucking her clit like no one else before him. Her whole body and mind were swimming in a swirl of pure love and forbidden lust, and each side was just as powerful as the other. In the midst of her haze of pleasure, Angela lifted her knees up toward her shoulders and parted as wide as they would go.
"Finger Mommy's ass, baby," she pleaded. "Go deep, baby, I need it."
Growling in his throat, lips still clamped around his mother's clit, Owen pulled wet fingers from her pussy and slipped one of them over her rimhole. He massaged the tight starbud with his slippery fingertip, then started to push his finger past the resistance of her tight ring. Angela moaned loud and deep as her son slipped his finger into her ass. He carefully stroked it in and out of her clasping hole while sucking and lapping at her aching clit.
Angela's whole body was alight with pleasure. The feelings only intensified when she stopped to look and realize this was her own loving son giving her his best. When she thought of how much he had always loved her, and how devoted he would always be to the most important woman in his life, she realized how much he deserved her. He was entitled to everything she had to give, including the most intimate holes in her glorious body. Whether he knew it or not, the boy now owned them.
Before she could even make sense of the wild ideas pouring through her mind, Angela felt her body begin to quiver and shake from head to toe as the pleasure of her son's mouth and finger boiled over into a climax that left her breathless. As she came back to her senses, Owen's finger slowly withdrew from her ass. Then he stood up to his full height and looked at his mother with his ripe, swollen cock swaggering conspicuously in front of her. When he curled his large hand around the shaft and stroked it under her watchful gaze, she knew she needed it inside her.
Angela stood up from the couch and her son immediately took her into his arms, kissing her desperately while his hands explored her big, smooth tits. She reached for the boy's enormous cock at the same time, stroking his hot shaft while their tongues swept and probed each other's mouth.
"I need you inside me, baby," she finally told him. "I know you need it just as bad."
Owen followed his mother's lead as she held him by the cock and went to the clear area on the carpet in front of the fireplace. He seemed to know what she was thinking when he lay down on his back. She planted her feet on either side of his body and lowered herself down on her haunches, straddling his hips while holding his cock steady. Then she lowered her dripping pussy slit onto the head of his shaft, slowly impaling herself on his flesh. As his long, thick, throbbing member gradually filled her hole, Angela gazed at her dreamy-eyed son in awe.
"Ohhh, baby," she moaned. "Your big, beautiful cock is finally inside me. You're fucking Mommy now. Oh god, you're really fucking me."
"Your pussy feels so perfect, Mom," her son moaned as he fondled her sumptuous tits.
Angela started to ride his cock, stroking her hot, wet sheath up and down his throbbing flesh. Her well-toned thighs carried her body up and down, until she rearranged herself on all fours. Then she rocked her hips to milk his cock while she leaned down and let him take her nipples into his mouth, sucking each of them in turn while his hands explored her ass.
"Oh, my baby, you make Mommy feel so full," she moaned through staggered breath. "Ohhhh, that cock, my baby's cock is so good."
Owen groaned in response and started rocking his hips off the floor, ardently thrusting his enormous stalk into his mother's fuckhole while she rocked in counterpoint with her own body. Her unwieldy tits were heaving in his face while he squeezed her ass hard with his strong hands. The harder and deeper he thrust into his mother's hole, the closer she felt herself sailing to the edge of another climax. Then it finally broke, and Angela felt her pussy creaming all over her son's cock while her body shook with pleasure.
Yet even after another hard climax, the brunette recovered quickly and kept riding her boy's luscious rod. Before she had a chance to keep going much further, Owen's arms went around her and he rolled them both over, bringing his mother onto her back while he now hovered over her. He wasted no time in thrusting his cock into her sodden pussy. She was dripping heavily, feeling the trickle of her juices down over her asshole.
Owen looked like he was trying to speak, but he was too breathless as his strong, young body lunged hard and deep into his mother's. Yet his eyes were on fire as he stared down at her. Mother and son looked at each other with both love and disbelief.
"Yes, baby, you're fucking me. You're really fucking me so hard now. Oh god, it's so good, baby, never stop," his mother cried.
Angela watched his eyes travel to her tits as he watched them heave to the thrusts of his cock into her body. The sight seemed to make him want to fuck her harder, deeper. She circled her long legs around his body gave herself over to yet another mind-spinning orgasm. Her pussy creamed and clasped at the boy's driving organ, and before she had a chance to pass her peak, Owen growled at the top of his lungs and pumped what felt like an unending stream of cum deep into his mother's hole.
Once they caught their breath, they lay together on the floor kissing. Owen kept his cock buried inside her until it started going soft again. He'd given her more than any other man before, certainly much more than his father ever managed; at least four spectacular orgasms and two loads of his precious spunk.
After Owen put a couple more logs on the fire, they spent a long time cuddling naked on the couch. They talked for the next two or three hours, with bouts of loving kisses and warm caresses in between. Angela felt like a girl falling in love for the first time. It made her realize that maybe she was truly in love for the first time in her life. The fact that she was in love with her own son only made her happier. She knew there was no one else she could ever love as much as Owen.
Late the next morning, Christmas morning, found the happy couple back in the hot tub, naked and sipping their coffee together. It was still snowing, and they knew the roads would be impassable for a couple more days at least.
"Looks like you're stuck here with your mother," Angela announced like it was the best news of the year.
Owen smiled and slid close to her on the bench. "In that case I hope it never stops snowing," he said, kissing her supple lips.
Angela started to think about all the clients back at her salon who would have loved being in her place right now. She could only laugh when she wondered what they'd think of her soaking naked in a hot tub with her son, holding a hot cup of coffee he'd brought her in one hand, and his rapidly growing cock in the other. But as quickly as Owen was growing aroused, he looked at his mother curiously and asked her what was so funny.
She admitted what she'd been thinking, and her son couldn't suppress a coy smile.
"Hmmm," his mother mused. "I know that smile, darling. I can tell you're keeping secrets from Mommy."
Owen actually blushed, but his mother squeezed his cock and told him she'd stop stroking if he didn't tell her what he knew.
"That's cruel, Mom," he chuckled. "And so unfair."
"I know," she grinned coyly. "Especially because I know you don't want your mother to stop stroking that big, hot dick of yours."
Owen sighed with pleasure. "That's true. I never want you to stop."
"Then you better tell me what's going on. Are you fucking the customers?"
"Oh my god, no," he almost stammered, but then he recovered himself and grinned. "But I've been texting a couple of them and you'd be surprised what they're up to."
"Hmm, texting or sexting?"
"They just confide in me about some things they can't talk about to anyone else," he admitted.
"Oh my god, baby, you're hard as rock," his mother noted with a suspicious yet lustful leer. "Spill, young man."
"Okay, okay. Well, first, you know Jane, the redhead?"
"Of course. She's a regular."
"Let's just say you're not the only one who's now in a hot, sexual relationship with her son."
Angela stared at her son in surprise. "She's fucking Aiden?"
Owen smiled and nodded. "And Lyla, the blonde? The one whose tits are almost as nice as yours?"
Angela giggled. "You shouldn't be looking at the customers' tits," she admonished. "Especially now that you have mine all to yourself."
Owen leaned over and kissed his mother's tits before he continued. "Did you know Lyla has two sons?" he asked.
"Yes," his mother drawled curiously.
"Well, she's fucking both of them."
Angela gasped in surprise. "Both? What a slut," the brunette laughed.
Owen just shrugged. "She says she loves them both equally. She could never make herself choose one over the other."
Angela didn't miss the pulsing heat in her own son's cock as she stroked him, realizing how much it was turning him on to tell his mother her clients' dirty secrets.
"And how did these ladies end up telling you about such sensitive subjects?" she asked.
"They both told me they could see the way you and I look at each other. They knew we had the same thing in common."
"So they just came out and told you they're fucking their sons?"
"No, it wasn't like that. They told me they wanted to. I just, um, kind of helped them get up the confidence to go through with it."
Angela was impressed, but not all that surprised. Her son had an easy rapport with her female clients. He'd always been popular with girls.
"Are you sure they're not just teasing you? Trying to make you horny so you'll fuck them instead of your mother who loves you?"
Owen grinned. "I love you, too, Mom. But, I can show you the pictures they sent me if you don't believe it."
Before she had a chance to reply, Owen picked up his phone off the shelf at the edge of the tub and then let his mother swipe through a couple of dozen photos Jane and Lyla had sent him. There were photos of Jane with her son's erection in her mouth, and others where she had him in her pussy. There were others with Lyla passionately serving two cocks at once, holding the two hard shafts together and running her tongue over them both.
Angela felt her pussy heat up even more as she looked at the photos, her own son's cock still in her free hand. She passed the phone back to Owen and got him to stand in front of her. She began stroking and sucking his delicious cock while he took pictures of her with his phone. When she knew he was coming close to his climax, she told him to start the video.
Owen moaned deeply while he shot video of his beautiful mother passionately sucking his cock. She took every opportunity to gaze at the lens, expressing her love for her son and his beautiful cock. She sucked him until he was right on the edge, and then she finished him off by jerking his huge pole onto her face, taking his cum like a porn star. After he spent his load, Angela looked into the lens and licked a big drop of cum off her lip. She struck a sweet smile and said, "Merry Christmas, baby. Mommy hopes you love your gift."