You could say that Mike was advanced for his age. He was in his last year in high school, but his understanding of psychology, especially as it relates to the female of the species, was remarkable. Basically, he divided girls and women into two categories: strong and weak. Mike preferred the weak variety, and he pursued them like a lion running down a baby wildebeest on the Serengeti. His success rate was also remarkable, especially considering his average looks.
Around school, he had just about run out of prey, though. His reputation was such that his rich pickings were drying up like a bad year in the Sahara. Girls talk, and the word gets around about a guy who appears to be sweet and gentle until he's talked your panties off and had his fun, and then suddenly turns to chase the next straggler. The landscape of broken hearts at Mike's school looked a bit like bones bleaching in the sun out on the savanna.
Mike wasn't particularly physically imposing, which was to his advantage. He could appear innocent that way, the better to lure his unsuspecting prey into bed. But no girl was quite enough in and of herself, and after a few encounters, Mikey headed for greener pastures, leaving the poor coed to wonder what had happened. He was even able to create in them the belief that the breakup had somehow been their fault, which was a real talent on his part. Many a young girl actually felt sorry for him when their affair ended. Mike never felt sorry for anything.
Mike had inherited his talents from his dad, Lance. Lance was and always had been a hound. Lance finally settled down with Nancy because of the advantages she brought him. She was trusting, cute, younger than him, and from a wealthy family. Lance used her connections to get a good position and her trust to obscure years of cheating. But he always took care of Nancy and Mike emotionally, superficially at least. Nancy was actually happy, in the sense that "ignorance is bliss". In a way, it was a pretty functional family. It just wasn't a Norman Rockwell kind of functionality.
As a trusting and weak-willed mother, Nancy had always been easily manipulated by her one and only son. She doted on him, and he learned early how to push her buttons without her knowing it. He got most everything he wanted through honey, not vinegar, and Nancy was quite happy with and proud of her son. After all, Mike was a good student, and he seemed to be very popular at school.
It's hard to say when exactly Mike began to think of his mom as a potential outlet for his sexual desires. She was very cute. She was very handy. That he could manipulate her was without question. Maybe it was the drying up of the "new woman pool" at his school, the challenge of playing the big con on Mom, or some genuine Oedipal desire. But as Mike neared the end of his high school career, he began to set his sights on Nancy. From his initial incestuous thoughts, it was almost a foregone conclusion that he would have her. He remembered a little joke his father had told him once.
"Mikey, do you know how to steal another man's woman?"
"Uh no, Dad. How do you steal another man's woman?" Mike replied.
"One piece at a time, son. One piece at a time."
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The first bits would be a snap. Hugs and kisses, moving into extended necking and petting. His mom always hugged him and kissed his cheek, so he could ease her down that path to the first turn. To start off with, flowers.
"Mom, are you home?"
"In here, sweetie. I'm fixin' supper."
Mike walked in the kitchen and found Nancy cutting up veggies for the wok. He walked up beside her and kissed her cheek, his right arm hiding a bouquet of red roses behind him.
"Happy spring, Mom," he said, pulling the flowers out of hiding.
"Mikey! You didn't get those for me did you? Oh, you sweet, sweet boy!"
Nancy put her knife down, turned to her son, and grasped the roses, inhaling their scent.
"Just a little present for my beautiful mother."
"But red roses, honey. They're so expensive, and people usually get them for their sweethearts. Moms usually get daisies or something."
"You are my sweetheart, Mom. I love you."
"Oh, and I love you so much, honey." Nancy put the flowers on the counter, hugged her son warmly around the ribs, and kissed him on the cheek. Mike brought his hands from around her shoulders to her face and put his lips on hers.
Timing was critical. This first little piece of Momma's pie needed to be taken with a mixture of strength and subtlety. The kiss was on her lips, firm, chaste, and just long enough to make an impression and stick in her memory. A kiss to plant a small suggestion, not to over power her.
Mike pulled back and looked lovingly in his mother's eyes. He'd used the same look in so many situations, and he knew it could begin to melt a female heart. It needed to be warm and sincere. Yeah, he could fake warm and sincere.
Pressing his luck, Mike couldn't resist another lip-to-lip with Mom, and she didn't back away, though she felt a little tickle back in her brain warning her that something was not quite right.
For a week, Mike spent as much time as possible with his mother. He was oh-so helpful in the kitchen, cleaning house, shopping. He held her hand while they watched TV or shopped. He kissed her neck and cheek. A few times, he kissed her lips, and Nancy found herself relaxing more and beginning to enjoy the kisses and to feel that they were normal and good. Mike was careful to confine his extra affections to times when they were alone, though.
Mike understood his dad. He knew that those late nights and occasional out of town trips were not all about work. Maybe Nancy had an inkling of this, too, but she was not a woman to rock the boat. Lance would never suspect anything between his wife and son if Mike kept the signs hidden. And Mike was good at hiding lots of things.
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On one of Lance's late nights at the office, Mike bumped the game up a notch. One of his standard techniques involved getting his prey emotional and then taking advantage. Emotional women, especially weak ones, are easier to manipulate. They tend to put themselves into the hands of someone they trust and to interpret actions that should be warnings as concern and love.
Sitting on the couch with his mom, after a simple dinner and kitchen cleanup, Mikey complained, "There's nothing on TV tonight. How about we just talk for awhile? I want to know all about your life. What was it like for you growing up?"
"My gosh, Mike, you know all about that. There's not much to tell. I grew up in Pennsylvania with your Grandpa and Grandma. All very ordinary stuff."
"Yeah, but I don't know about how you were in high school. You're so beautiful, you must have had a lot of boyfriends. Were you a cheerleader or anything?" Mike was probing for a soft spot. He wanted something he could use to flip her switch. Ideally, he wanted her crying and vulnerable.
"Gosh, Mike. I don't think about those days much. I was pretty shy in school. My parents didn't like for me to dress flashy or wear makeup. I didn't really have a real boyfriend. There was a creepy little guy who always tried to get me to go out, but I couldn't stand him."
"Mom," he said, "I can't believe that. You're the most beautiful woman. Dad is so lucky to have you. I hope I'll find a woman just like you someday." Mike kissed her tenderly, his lips slightly parted and damp, his hands holding her cheeks, his eyes gazing steadily into hers. She was melting, and she hugged him to her chest. Mike was so good to her. She loved him and wanted to show him that she did.
For an hour, Mike pressed into those areas of Nancy's memory where the dark bits are hidden. All the time, he soothed her face and shoulders with his hands, kissing her cheeks, eyes, neck, hands and lips. The tears came as she spoke of the heartbreak she felt over her first love, and she sobbed into his chest a few times. As she sobbed, her lips parting, Mike lifted her head and kissed her deeply, and Nancy responded. To her, it was an incredibly intimate moment with her loving son. To him, it was the next piece of Mom, now safely his.
Mike was horny for his mom, but there was more at stake than just sex, although that was a primary objective. He also relished the chase. He was on a power trip. How many sons wanted to bed their mothers? All of them, maybe? How many actually succeeded? Some tiny fraction? Mike was determined to be in that elite group, and so he held his libido in check.
There was just one more move to make that night. One more thing to plant in Nancy's memory. One more turn on that primrose path. As they sat kissing and fondling each other on the couch, Mike pulled Nancy's legs across his lap. She was wearing shorts, and the feel of her thighs in his hands was exquisite. Then, with his right hand on her bottom, he pulled her up into his lap. Nancy interpreted this as her son wanting to hold and comfort her. But the reason Mike did it was so that she would feel his hard cock under her sweet ass cheeks. That would give her something to remember and plant the hint that there could be even more closeness in the days to come. It also gave Mike a bit of fuel for his fantasies. As he slid his hands over his cock in bed later that night, the tantalizing thought of it lying just inches from his mom's warm cunt put him over the edge. In a deliberate move, Mike moaned, hoping his mother would hear and understand.
Nancy went to bed that night wrung out emotionally. She was indeed vulnerable, and she sought solace in sleep, dropping into dreamland soon after curling up on her left side in her bed. She had not had a good cry like that in ages. It was cathartic, but somewhat worrying. Why should she be so emotional? Things were fine, weren't they? She had some suspicions about Lance's activities, but he took care of them. He made love to her sometimes. She hadn't ever wanted another man, surely. But now she was feeling so close to Mike, and yet a little bit afraid of him. He could get to her like nobody else could. Not even her guilt-tripping parents had the strong effect on her that Mikey was having lately.
At 4 AM, she woke suddenly from a dream. It was a naked flying dream. She had been gliding along on her back, no more than a foot off the ground, down an unfamiliar path in the mountains. Maybe there were others gliding along with her, but she couldn't really remember. Ahead, she saw a man standing by the path, and that's when she realized she was naked. She felt afraid as the man stepped into the path and approached her, and she tried to get some altitude to get away from him. In her agitated state, she woke, sweating.
Lance had not come home. She remembered that he had said he might stay at work if things ran late.
Immediately worried, Nancy got up and walked to Mike's room in her nightgown. Carefully opening the door, she peered into his room, lit as it was by a waning moon. She walked to the side of the bed. Mike had kicked off his sheet and was lying on his left side, his face away from her. She felt a pang of shame for gazing so openly on her naked son, her eyes following the curve of his back and ass, his left leg extended and the right bent slightly at the knee. She remembered the feel of his cock on her bottom. She couldn't see his cock now. He must have known she would feel it, yet he had lifted her onto his lap. Was he so unaware, or had he been trying to show her that he was aroused? "Nonsense," she thought. "Young guys are always horny like that. He probably didn't even think I'd feel it."
Nancy went back to bed, satisfied that all was well. But the flying dream, the fear she'd felt, and the sight of a young naked man, had all affected her. To get back to sleep, she did what she'd always found helpful: she masturbated. The visions in her brain shifted from one image to another as she probed her pussy and clawed at her clit. The gentle hovering flight of her dream. The ominous figure coming toward her on the trail. Lance making love to her in the early days of their marriage. Her son's naked body in the moonlight. The feel of hard cock under her bottom as she and Mike kissed and petted. With a moan and a lurch of her hips off the bed, Nancy came.
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It was Saturday morning, and Mike was stroking his cock, thinking about the events of the night before.
"I had Mom sitting right on my dick. Soon, I'll have it right up in her. I can do this, I know I can. All I have to do is take my time. I could use some insurance, though. Dad has been knocking off pussy left and right for years, and it would be great to have some evidence of that on hand, just for leverage."
True to form, Lance was around a lot in the next few days. After he "worked late" he would usually make up for it by being present at home for awhile. That put a halt to Mike's moves on his mom and his chances of getting the goods on Lance. It was a good time for Mike to make plans, and for Mom to pull back.
"Mike, we need to talk about the other night," Nancy said to her son one evening as they cleaned the kitchen after supper. Lance was messing around in the garage.
"I've wanted to talk with you, but Dad's been around all the time. I mean, you and I have gotten closer recently, and I don't think Dad would understand," he replied.
"Right. I agree with that. Dad doesn't need to be involved in this. It's between you and me. Not that we're hiding anything or doing anything we, uh, shouldn't do. He just, like you say, wouldn't understand."
"I can get home early tomorrow. I can cut my last class, since they are just going to be reviewing for the test. We'll have plenty of time to talk," said Mike.
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The next afternoon, they were side by side on the couch, turned toward each other and holding hands. Mike was ready to head off any suggestion that they should pull back from each other.
"Mikey, I'm sorry I got so emotional the other night. I let myself go, and I didn't mean to lay all that on you. You were so sweet and understanding. Your Dad is not so understanding anymore, and I just took advantage of your good nature. I'm sorry, Son."
"Okay, that's what I wanted to hear," thought Mike. "She's blaming herself and not saying we went too far."
"Mom, please don't apologize. I loved it that you opened up to me that way. I feel so close to you now. Closer than I ever have. I love you, Mommy. I want to be someone very special to you. I want us to share everything with each other and be completely open."
She immediately noticed his use of the word "Mommy", which she hadn't heard for a very long time. It was very endearing, and she felt herself soften.
"But Mike, we got a little carried away, don't you think? I was crying, and you were kissing me like I was your girlfriend, and I was up in your lap like a little girl, hugging you. It felt nice, but it would have looked weird if your father or someone had seen us."
"I loved kissing you, and I want to go on kissing and holding you. You're so much more than a girlfriend to me. I love you, Mommy. As for someone else seeing us, no one ever will. That's one thing that makes it special. What we do together is just between us, and no one will ever know about it."
"You don't feel strange about this? I mean, I love the closeness, but I don't want you to feel weirdÖ"
"Mom, let's just relax and enjoy being with each other." Then Mike played his trump card. "You know, I'll be done with school and out of here before you know it. This time we have together may never come again, so we should enjoy each other's company while we can. When I'm gone, there's no telling if I'll be back very often."
Nancy shuddered at the thought. Her baby gone, forever. Then it would just be Lance and Nance. How could she face that future? Suddenly, she wanted to grab Mike and hug him close to her breasts, smothering him in motherly kisses.
Mike saw the concerned look on his mother's face and knew he had gotten to her. Seizing his chance, Mike went in for a big kiss and hug. He didn't bother to start slowly this time, with their history of French kissing already established. As he pressed her into the couch, he came up on his left knee and put his right over her short-clad thighs. His hands became more adventurous as they kissed, touching now down her sides, feeling the outline of her bra and her ribs. His cock was extending down the left leg of his shorts, and he pressed it into her upper thigh with his leg.
"Feel that, Mommy?" he thought. "That's going up your cunt one of these days."
"Mommy, you're so beautiful. I feel so close to you. I just want to be even closer to you. You taste so good, I want to just eat you up." Mike kissed down her neck and pulled her collar back to expose more shoulder to his wet lips and tongue. His gaze fell on her blushing cleavage as his right hand moved into her arm pit, the heel of his hand resting on the side of her breast. He kissed her collar bone and moved just an inch lower, onto the top of her left breast. With each move, he gauged her reactions.
Nancy was aroused, and it started to scare her a little. But before she could press Mike away, he cupped her face and gave her the look. That look that stopped her in her tracks and melted her heart. Why should she worry about where this was leading? Mike was her loving son. They were meant to be close. He had come from her body. Her body had nurtured him. He was just coming back home to her body. It was the most natural thing they could be doing. And one day, she knew, he would be gone, and with him would go any chance for such closeness.
"Mommy, can I see them?" he asked, like a child.
Nancy understood. She was in no doubt what her son was requesting. He wanted to see her breasts. Somehow, it was not shocking at all. They were just breasts, after all. Women have breasts to feed their babies, and he was her baby. It seemed like the most reasonable request.
She looked down to the row of buttons on her white blouse. Her hand came up and opened the top one. Then the next, and she continued. In a place where time doesn't move, she and her son sat on that couch, both staring down at her open blouse and unhooked bra, exposing two lovely, soft cones, capped by dark pink, pointy nipples. As she watched, Mike's hands came up beneath them, weighing them, thumbs softly gliding over the points, and finally bringing the right one to his mouth. Moving from her lap, Mike lay across her and nursed.
"Baby, my baby." Nancy petted her son as they replayed his infancy.
Mike was enjoying the ride, but his mind was on something else. He was feeling the need to satisfy his cock, but he was thinking that now was not the time to press forward. "One piece at a time, Mikey," he thought. He continued to suck one tit and play with the other one. His hand went up to her face. He moaned, and he thought he heard her moan, too.
What time was it, Mike wondered. He got his answer when he heard the garage door opener engage.
"Your father's home!" Nancy whispered. Moving out from under him, she clutched her blouse and bra and fled down the hall to her bedroom.
Mike rolled off the couch and headed to the bathroom. His dad might be home, but that didn't end his need to jack off. Mike ignored the voice of his father calling for Nancy as he lay on the bathroom rug pounding his cock. In his mind was burned the image of his mother's tits, along with fantasies of what her pussy must look like. With a grunt, Mike's cum shot into the air, landing on his stomach while more trickled over his fingers.
"I've gotta get her soft hands wrapped around this pole soon," he thought, as he stroked his softening cock.
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Within a couple of weeks, Lance began showing signs of renewed adultery. He called to apologize and say he would be "working late". Usually Nancy would complain mildly, but he noticed that this time, she just accepted it. He dismissed the thought that she might be up to something. Nonsense.When Mike got home his mom casually explained, "Your dad has to work late tonight. Guess it'll just be us again." She tried to gauge his reaction, and she wasn't disappointed. Mike broke out in a broad smile, walked up to his mom, and hugged her close.
"Let's make some salad and then we can talk. I like that a whole lot better than watching TV, don't you?" he said.
"Sounds great, honey. Tonight though, let's talk about you for a change."
While they worked together on the meal, Mike would move around his mother, leaving little caresses and kisses in his wake. Nancy touched him back and hooked her arm around his waist occasionally. They smiled and took their time over dinner, and when they finished, they walked arm-in-arm toward the living room. But when they got to the hallway, Mike put his arm around his mom's shoulder and turned her toward the bedrooms.
"Where do you think you're going, Mister?" asked Nancy.
"We always talk in the living room. Let's talk in my room tonight."
In his room, Mike let go of his mother, put some pillows up against the head of his bed, and sat down, his back to the pillows. Then he beckoned his mother to sit beside him, which she did. The room was lit by a single bedside lamp, and the atmosphere was quiet and intimate. Mike had seen to that before they had even started dinner.
When Nancy sat down, Mike put his arm around her and kissed her gently, starting her off slowly. He was giving her plenty of space, because tonight, he was expecting her to volunteer aid and assistance to her son's aching cock, and he didn't want to spoil that with a clumsy beginning.
"Okay," she said, "tell me about your life, your girlfriends, and all that."
Mikey knew how to weave a story that would get his mom emotionally involved, especially since she was so primed with their previous encounters. He began a tale of woe, explaining how hard the life of a shy kid is in a high school full of insensitive, immature girls. He painted word pictures of his sincerity and how it was stepped on by uncaring little bitches. But he did it in such a way that he didn't appear to be blaming anyone or whining.
"And then there's, you know, sex and stuff. My hormones are raging all the time. I'm thinking about girls and girl parts all the time, but I'm not getting anywhere close to them. If I could just touch a girl, explore, feel what it's really like. Maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal for me if I could do that.
"Mom, I wouldn't tell anybody except you about this, but I have to masturbate a lot. I do it a couple of times a day, or more sometimes. Anything can get me going. And there's something else. Please don't be mad at me, because I can't help it. Mom, I have been thinking about you sometimes lately. I mean, when I masturbate."
Nancy was silent, composing herself to answer. Her poor, shy little boy! His love for his Mommy was all confused with his hormonal drives.
"Mikey, I know you get aroused with me, and it's understandable that you have fantasized about me. I know that lots of young men and boys dream about sex with their mothers. It's a normal thing. You know, when we've kissed, and so forth, I have felt you getting hard, and that's okay. I appreciate that you've not tried to hide that from me, and I give you a lot of credit for telling me the things you just told me."
"Oh, Mommy!" said Mike, and he pulled his mother into a hug and deep kiss. As they continued, his left leg draped over her hip, pulling their hips together and grinding his cock into her leg. For long minutes they kissed and petted, and then Mike's hand went under her shirt and held her right tit. Nancy didn't freeze or pull away. How could she deny this to her son? He loved her, and she loved him.
"Mom, these pants are killing me. I'm gonna take ëem off." Mike didn't ask her permission, but neither did she object. Quickly, before she could consider the matter, he had his jeans off and was back to kissing and fondling Nancy. Mike's thin boxers were a meager covering for his engorged dick, and it poked around her hips and thigh, looking for a home in her body.
Mike began unbuttoning Nancy's blouse, and again, she made no move to stop him. He unclipped her front-loading bra, and her small pointed tits exposed themselves. Mike buried his face in her chest, and Nancy moaned a little. Mike's left hand began exploring her right arm, from her shoulder, down to her forearm, and then to her hand, resting on his shoulder. With little nudges and pulls, Mike worked her hand down toward his hard cock. Lust or curiosity took over, and Nancy closed in on his thinly covered prick.
"Mommy!" he gasped as her hand wrapped him.
"Sweetheart, I think you need some help here. Lie down on your back."
"Got it!" Mike thought. "Yes!"
Nancy straddled her son's thighs, her breasts still exposed as her shirt hung open. Seeing the look of lust in her son's eyes, Nancy pulled the shirt and bra off her shoulders and let them drop. Then she reached into the opening in Mike's undies and pulled out his stiff surprise. Instantly, she thought of Lance. What would happen if he ever found out? If anybody ever found out? How long had it been since she had had a young, hard cock in her hand? Since she had felt so powerful?
But it was too late for thinking now. She began to stroke as Mike murmured words of endearment and everlasting love.
"God, your hands are so soft, Mom. They feel wonderful, and you look so beautiful down there, holding me in your hand. Oh, Mommy! If you would just kiss it, it would be so wonderful! Nobody has ever kissed me there," he lied.
Although some small thought at the back of her mind screamed at her, the words she chose to listen to were her son's. Her son needed to be kissed. She had kissed him many times. On the cheek, on the mouth, on the shoulder. Why not kiss him down there, too? What was the difference? Hadn't she kissed every part of him as a baby? Hadn't every mother done that? What was so different now?
Nancy shuffled her knees back along his thigh and shins. Holding him with her right hand, she leaned in and kissed the head of his prick. It was very warm, and she ran her lips over it, feeling the warmth. It felt good on her lips. She circled the dark head with her tongue and pushed the tip into the tiny hole. It came back trailing a string of sticky liquid. Her lips closed over the head, and she sucked softly. This was pleasant work for Nancy.
"Oh, god, Mommy! I never felt anything that good!"
She began to fill her mouth with her son's prick. She kept her teeth riding very lightly on him so as not to injure him. Down and down she went, moving her hand down to accommodate her mouth. Then back up and slowly down, trying to take more of him into her mother's mouth. She thought how remarkable it was for a young man to have so much control when experiencing his first blow job. Her son was very special, indeed.
Mike pulled pillows behind his head so that he could view the main event. She cut her eyes up to meet his, and smiled with them at the angelic look on his face. She was thinking, "What a wonderful relationship I have with my son." He was thinking, "God, does she suck cock good!"
She began to concentrate more on his cock head with her mouth while her fist pulled up on the base of his cock, only to pound down into his pubic hair. Faster she went, and Mike wove his fingers into her brown hair to keep her from changing her mind. He felt she would keep him in her mouth through his climax, but to make sure, he didn't warn her before he came, and his hands held tight as semen blew past her tongue and into her throat.
Mike couldn't have seen from his vantage point, but in the latter stages of the blow job, Nancy's left hand was under the elastic of her shorts, furiously rubbing her clit. When his climax ended, though, he noticed her curious convulsions as her tongue licked him clean.
With his mother so far gone, and with his own youthful stamina, Mike was inclined to take his mother's pussy right then and there. And he might have done but for the flash of car headlights across his wall. He could have easily missed them, and a few seconds earlier, he would surely have missed them.
"Shit. I think Dad just pulled in! Mom, I love you like crazy. Now run jump in bed, or the shower or something. I'm going to pretend I'm asleep."
This was bullshit. His dad had a way of showing up at the wrong time. He was really hoping to seal the deal with Mom tonight. There was too much chance that she might get cold feet after coming so far and getting interrupted. She wasn't much of one to take big chances or enjoy deception. Well, never mind. He'd think of something.
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True to form, Lance stayed close for a couple of weeks. Mike was frustrated that his plans had been delayed, but he used the time to good advantage. He snooped around in the phone and credit card bills to find out who Lance had been keeping company with. He found the name of Judy Fenwick and a few payments to a motel across town. Judy turned out to be a married lady who worked downtown, not far from his dad's office. It was a plus that Judy was married, as that meant another good reason for Lance to hide the affair. One day, Mike wandered into the travel agency where Judy worked and got a look at her. He even managed to get a shot of her with his cell phone while she was occupied with a customer. He figured he could use that if he needed to confront his mother with evidence of Lance's infidelity. Judy was a cute little blonde number, about 10 years younger than Nancy.
On the home front, real communication with his mom was pretty nearly impossible. An occasional touch or smile showed that she was trying to maintain some closeness, but there was no surreptitious kissing on the lips or other sign that Nancy was as avid about continuing as he was. In fact, at times he noticed a look of concern or worry, and that factored into his plans.
When Mike's chance came, it was in a call from his dad on a Thursday evening. His mom was shopping, and Lance would normally have been home by now, thwarting any effort Mike might have made to advance his cause.
"Mikey, hi. This is your old dad. Is your mom around?"
"No, Dad, she's still out shopping. I think she's planning a nice roast for dinner."
"Oh, geez. I hate to miss that, but I've gotta work late on this Fenwick, er, Simpson project tonight. In fact, it'll probably be an all-nighter. Tell your mom I'm sorry, and that I plan to take her out tomorrow night to make up for it."
"Will do. We'll miss you at dinner," he said, a smile breaking across his face.
In his room, he did a quick cleanup and turned on the lamp to the low setting. He stacked pillows at the head of the bed. He took a quick shower, put on a clean T-shirt and shorts with no underwear, and went back to the kitchen to wait for Nancy. "All set," he thought. "Tonight, goddamn it!"
Mom came in toting grocery sacks, and Mike rushed to help her haul in the rest of them.
"Dad called. He can't make it home. He may be gone all night."
If Mike had been expecting her face to brighten, he was disappointed. She stood looking down at the table for several seconds while he leaned against the cabinets across the room.
"Mike, let's talk. Can you wait awhile for dinner?"
"Sure, Mommy," he said, trying to leverage any cuteness he might have.
He took her hand and walked into the living room and made to turn down the hallway toward his bedroom, but she pulled back the other direction, toward the den.
Sitting on the couch as before, two knees touching and holding hands, Nancy looked down and began to speak.
"Mikey, when we were alone together before, I really let myself get carried away. I shouldn't have done that."
"Mom," he started to interrupt.
"Let me finish. I know you're going to say it was alright and that you want us to continue the physical stuff we've been doing. But it's scary to me. We nearly got caught by your dad twice, and I have a hard time acting normal around him. He made love to me last week, and I was thinking about you. I could have called out your name, if I hadn't been really careful. You might think that made things more exciting, and it did, but it was too exciting for me. I don't think I can live like this, and I think we have to stop all this."
When Nancy looked up at her son, his demeanor had changed. He let go of her hand and leaned back into the corner of the couch, arms outstretched. He looked bigger somehow. His face wasn't that endearing one she was used to. He looked like an adult. He looked a little like her own father. His voice was different as he spoke.
"I disagree. What needs to happen is that you need to step up and take charge of your life. You need to admit what we both know is true. Dad has been having affairs for years, and you have denied it to yourself. Well, I have evidence. I know who he's with tonight. Do you want to know who she is?"
Nancy was stunned. She had been pretending for so long about Lance, and she never thought she would be confronted with the truth so bluntly. All she could do was to look back at him.
"He's with a woman named Judy. I know what motel they're probably at. She's married, and she's about 10 years younger than you, and blonde. I have a picture of her. So, now what are you going to do?"
Still, Nancy was speechless.
"Okay, here's what's going to happen. I will take care of the situation with Dad. He can move into the apartment out back. He won't find out about us, and if he does, he won't say a word. He couldn't stand the embarrassment of people knowing his wife and son were lovers."
"Lovers?" she thought. "Are we lovers? He certainly looks more like a lover than my son right now."
Mike continued. "He also can't stand having his secret exposed, since Judy has a husband, and Dad wouldn't want that to blow up in his face. As for you and me, we move forward. We don't stop. Do you have that straight?"
"Mike, IÖ"
Not waiting to hear her answer, Mike stood and took her by the hand, lifting her off the couch firmly and leading her out of the den, across the living room, and down the dark hallway. She felt like they were in a tunnel.
In his room, he positioned his mother by the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. Nancy said nothing and watched his fingers. She felt a great inevitability spread over her.
The blouse came off, followed by the bra. They embraced and kissed deeply while his right arm held her close and his left hand entered her shorts and squeezed her ass.
Nancy began experiencing things on two levels. The rational level seemed to be observing and making comments on the irrational events taking place.
"His hand is on my bare ass! Oh, god, he popped the button on my shorts! That's my zipper going down!"
Mike's left hand slid into her panties, sending a shock wave through her when his fingers slid over her hair and his middle finger pressed into her wetness. Soon, he knelt to remove her shorts and panties. He pressed his face into her warm womanhood and inhaled.
"My legs feel twitchy. I may pass out," her rational mind thought.
With a sigh, Nancy sat on the bed and fell on her back. He spread her legs.
"This is where I came into the world," he thought. There was a mood in the room that Mike didn't want to break by speaking, but he was mightily impressed to think he'd been born where his lips and tongue now moved so freely.
Nancy was first to speak. "Oh, Mikey! My god, that feels so good, baby!"
Mike was on his knees before his mother's vulva, her left leg over his right shoulder and the other pressed toward her chest with his left hand. The fingers of his right hand trailed over her thighs, ass, and pussy while his educated tongue probed and prodded her double lips. Nancy was stunned at his prowess as his middle finger moved inside her over her G-spot and he began to gingerly suck and lick her clit. Her right hand curled into his hair while her left made contact with her own breasts.
Nancy's orgasm was building quickly as her son ate her sweet pussy. A random image of Lance crossed her mind, but she quickly re-focused on her present situation. She had to admit to herself that her life had become much more exciting since Mike first kissed her. Her infrequent sex with Lance had been invaded by thoughts of Mike, even if she tried to suppress them. Now that he was between her legs, stoking her fires, she knew that she wanted him there.
The hell with Lance. Mike would handle that threat. And he would be handling her from now on as well.
Mike toyed with the idea of dragging this first climax out. He had the skill to keep her near the top but not spilling over into cum-land if he wanted. On the other hand, he could hardly resist getting her off with his mouth. That always did wonders for his ego and made his cock that much harder. Not that his cock needed any help this evening. So, with a swirl of his tongue followed by rapid lashes across her clit, Mike pushed his mom over the edge, her soft thighs hugging his head and both her hands in his hair.
The last piece of his mom lay before him. Well, maybe not the last piece, but the last one he would have to fight for. He prepared to take her. He slid her onto the bed and shucked off his clothes. She was expecting him to take her as a lover, and he didn't disappoint.
Not until he'd positioned himself between her legs, lined up his cock with her waiting lips, and push himself all the way in, did he make a sound.
"Mommy, I'm your lover now. Me, and nobody else," he whispered. Then he began the ancient in-and-out motion of love.
"Yes, baby. You're my lover. I won't let anybody else in me, ever. Nobody but you, sweetheart."
That admission had a visceral effect on Mike, and he began fucking her harder. He had planned for this moment, but now that it was upon him, his careful plans were vanishing. He was not going to be able to hold back the flood. His control was lost to lust. Much more quickly than he wanted to, Mike began pumping cum deep into his mother, and his reaction triggered an orgasmic response from her.
But even as Mike came deep inside her, he still wanted to go on. Slowing his pace but keeping his steel, Mike rocked inside his mother. With the slowdown, he leaned in to kiss her mouth and explore her pointy little tits. Some pillow talk could help this effort.
"God, Mom! I can't stop! I'm gonna stay hard and make you cum again. And then I'm gonna cum again"
"Mikey, ohhh. I can't believe you're staying so hard! That feels wonderful. God, Mikey, you came in me! That's so wild! Oh, baby, I'm so glad you didn't take ëNo' for an anwer."
"I'm home, Mom. Back inside you, like I used to be. I don't want to ever be in anyone else. Your pussy is my home, Mommy."
By this time, Mike had stiffened fully, and he was ready for something new.
"Roll over, Mom. I wanna do you from behind."
They remained locked together as he lifted her left leg over his head and rolled her to her belly. For the first time, he saw just how magnificent her ass really was. As he once more began to push his cock home, her cheeks pressed back on his lower abdomen like the ultimate pillow. He put his legs outside her thighs and squeezed her together as he powered up into her cunt. Mike's hands kneaded her shoulders as he bent low to whisper in her ear.
"Mommy, play with your pussy. Rub your clit while I fuck you."
Nancy moaned at the nastiness of his words and slid her right hand under her hips and down into her nether fur. She found her slick clit, covered with her son's cum as his first load oozed out of her. They settled down into a long fucking session, neither of them anxious to cum yet, and both caught up in the feel and excitement of incest. There would be many more encounters to come, and all of them satisfying, but there would be none like this first one, with its feral overtones. They fucked like animals.