Jake was a normal teenage boy. He'd just turned 18 and pretty much everything caused him to think of sex. If he wasn't thinking of sex, he was on his way to it. He jerked off a fair amount because it was fun and he could. He was usually left to his own devices when at home, and so had time to experiment with anything that turned him on...which was most anything. This week his Mom had been home from work on vacation, so his windows of opportunity to play outside of his room were almost non-existent.
Jake was a good looking kid - 'man', he thought to himself - and while he wasn't a jock, he thought that he had a good combo of muscles and height to attract women. Put that with sandy blond hair, a cheerful smile and good attitude, he was a real catch. At least that's what he told himself. His Mom agreed, and of course all Moms were unbiased, so it had to be true.
Jake was at this moment thinking of Susan, the girl he liked at school, stroking his dick while laying in bed. She was probably the hottest girl at school, which was a healthy part of why he liked her, but she seemed nice. He'd never talked to her of course, but talking was overrated. Speaking of hot, his bedroom was stifling. It was on the second floor where the heat seemed to collect any time it was hot. Stroking himself when sticky with sweat was not that fun, and he didn't have any lube so while his dick was hard, the wank session wasn't really working for him.
He gave up and put his swimsuit on. Better to get in the pool and swim some laps to cool off than frustrate himself with a substandard orgasm. Walking downstairs he looked for Sam, his Mom. She usually puttered around in the afternoon when she was off, but he couldn't see her anywhere. She'd probably gone out to run some errands. He smiled. That meant he had the whole house to himself.
Walking out the patio doors, he pushed his swim shorts down to his ankles and flipped them away with one foot. Skinny dipping was something he had recently discovered. Feeling the water caress his dick and balls as he swam was so refreshing and freeing he doubted it would ever get old.
The water was so cool as he dove in that it took his thoughts completely away from the frustrated jerkoff he'd abandoned in his room. As he lazily swam laps, the sun beating down on him, he thought of the last time he'd seen Susan at school.
He didn't share any classes with her, so he relied on spotting her in the halls between classes. A week ago he had seen her walking with some friends about 15 feet ahead of him. He couldn't help but stare at her butt, which was contained in a form fitting short skirt, and it took almost running into another student to wake him up. He had hoped no one saw him staring, but he doubted anyone would blame him. Her butt wasn't even her best feature.
Thinking of Susan's ass as she walked had the usual effect. Jake turned on his back to float and smiled and compared himself to a raft with a mast. Or a shark with a fin. Deserted island with one tree? There was no way he was going to miss out on a chance to jerk off in the pool. Not sanitary but that's what filters were for. He slowly slid his hand from the base of his dick to the tip, slowing down the further up he got. The water didn't make his dick any slippier but if he went slow it felt pretty good. He continued to dream of Susan, floating and stroking.
****
Sam pulled her Volvo into the garage and jumped out. She was done running her errands and was looking forward to a quick dip in the pool before thinking about dinner for herself and her son, Jake. The afternoons got hot at this time of the year and keeping cool was a fight in and of itself. Grabbing her shopping bags from the trunk, she made her way through the garage into the kitchen and started putting groceries away.
She hummed as she went, trying to go quick. She was on vacation for a week before the real heat of the summer hit, which was working out well for relaxation time but not for intimacy time. She had intended to have the time off with her husband, Bill, but he had been called away on a last minute work trip. The trip wasn't unusual, but the timing sure did suck. It had only been two days and she was already missing him in every way.
Finishing up with the groceries, she went to her bedroom to change into a swimsuit. Just a modest one piece that was super comfortable and worn in. As she stripped her shorts off and unbuttoned her blouse, she glanced in the full length mirror mounted on the back of the closet door. She tried not to check herself out too often but the mirror made it hard not to. She'd just hit 42 last month and was starting to see some signs of her age. Her butt was bigger than it used to be but the shape was pleasing, at least Bill said so. She took off her bra, letting it fall off her arms into the laundry hamper. She massaged the underside of her breasts where they came into contact with the underwire in her bra. She hated bras but couldn't leave the house without wearing one, she'd put someone's eye out or cause a crash. Another Bill comment. He did like her breasts, and really, Sam couldn't blame him. They were a full, perky C cup but with nipples that resembled erasers when they got hard.
She pulled on her swimsuit and grabbed a towel from the closet. At the patio door she could see that her son was in the pool, but she didn't look very closely. Smiling, she put on sandals and sunglasses and grabbed the book she was currently reading.
As she stepped out of the house she called out, "Hi Jake, no school this afternoon?"
****
Jake was panicking. He'd only just rolled over a minute ago after cumming in the pool when he heard his Mom call out to him. Had she seen him? Did he have to leave town in a fog of disgrace? His Mom was the last person he'd imagine to be okay with him jerking off where anyone could see. They had tall fences around the property so the neighbours weren't going to see anything but it wasn't the neighbours he was concerned about. He could never live it down if his mother had seen him. He floated and watched as she walked to a lounger and put her book, towel and sunglasses down. Was she mad? She didn't look mad.
"How's the water?" she called out, sunnily.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, she didn't sound mad either. But that didn't really let him off the hook. He glanced at his swim shorts a full 6 feet away from the pool edge where he'd sent them flying. "Nice!" he called back, while internally cursing his complacence in not keeping them in the pool with him at least. That way he could have just put them back on under the water and no one the wiser.
He watched as she kicked her sandals off and skipped to the water to dive in. Now was his chance. As she dove in Jake swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out while his Mom was still under water. He grabbed his shorts and stepped into them as fast as he could. His Mom usually did a few laps to start off with as well, so he should have time. As he finished pulling them up he turned around and was relieved to see her swimming overhand, almost to the other end. Heart beating in his chest he grabbed a towel and retreated to the house. She'd pick up on his awkwardness if he stuck around.
"Bye Mom," he called back, drying his hair.
****
Sam didn't hear her son call out but did see him leave as she swam back. It was unusual for him to leave so quick, they liked to hang out in the pool together on hot afternoons. It wasn't yet as hot as it would become in a month, so she supposed he might not need to cool down as much yet.
As she did another lap she noticed something sticking to her arm. Moving over to the edge of the pool to hang on she lifted her arm closer to see what it was. Something stringy and white? What on earth. She used her other hand to wipe it off and it stuck to her hand as well. Shuddering in revulsion, she ducked under the water to give it a real rinse. What could it be? Having had a pool for a long time she thought she'd seen pretty much everything that ended up in it, but this was new. Coming back to the surface she saw one last string between her thumb and forefinger. She paused and brought it up to her nose to sniff. It smelled familiar but she couldn't place it. Flipping the sticky string off her hand, she lifted herself out of the pool. No sense in getting it on her suit.
As she padded back to her towel she pondered what it could be. Had Jake gotten some on him as well? Is that why he left? Why didn't he say anything about it? She dried off and sat down on the lounger to enjoy her book for a while.
As she sat and read, the smell of the strange substance in the pool kept coming back to her. She knew what it was, but for the life of her it escaped her memory. It was just on the tip of her tongue. Tongue! That jogged another surge of memory but it still didn't quite surface. Shaking her head she went back to her book.
******
Jake hung his suit up to dry and threw himself down onto his bed. His heart was still racing at the narrow miss in the pool. As much as his orgasm into the pool had felt good it wasn't worth getting caught by his Mom. He'd stick to his bedroom from now on. Or the shower.
The next day Jake got home from school at 3pm to find his Mom was out again. He checked the garage to make sure she was actually gone and then went to have a shower. He'd had track as last period but didn't bother showering at school when he could do it at home and take his time.
He shucked his clothes off and started the water in his bathroom. He had a separate bath next to his room which was on the opposite side of the house from his parents' room and bath. The water temperature had to be a little warm so he took a piss while waiting. Jake hated cold showers even on hot days. Shaking his dick to get the last drops off, Jake thought of the other reason he didn't like to shower at school: the other guys made comments about the size of his dick once, calling him Hoss. Thankfully the name didn't stick but he was still wary about people seeing him naked. He knew he was bigger than average, that didn't mean he had to show it off.
A quick wash of his torso was followed by a nice liberal soaping up of his dick. Followed by a more thorough massage. Followed by a steady jerking. As he was stroking his fist up and down Jake recalled the freedom he'd felt yesterday in the pool, drifting around and slowly pleasuring himself. Why was he thinking about that? He'd almost gotten caught. Oh. He'd almost gotten caught. He stopped stroking and turned the water off. If he was going to take advantage of the pool he'd have to hurry before his Mom got home.
He grabbed his suit from his room and ran down stairs to the pool. He ran and dove into the water, his cock sticking out like a third leg. This time he held on to his suit and let it float in the water. Flipping onto his back he started the same slow stroke he used yesterday only this time he was imagining his Mom walking through the patio doors and catching him. It worked wonders and before long his cock was spewing cum everywhere, arcing into the air and splashing around him. He floated in place for a while, pearly strings across his chest, and just stared up at the sky enjoying the post-orgasm glow. This might turn into a habit.
***
Sam walked through the front door at home and called out for her son to come help bring in the bags she'd brought home. He didn't answer. Where was he? She could see his coat and shoes by the door so he was definitely home. Struggling with the two bags while holding her purse and keys she managed to dump it all on the kitchen counter. Where was that boy?
Walking through the house she came to the patio door and looked out to the pool to see him just climbing out. She should have known. Sam headed upstairs to gather laundry, first gathering her clothes and then Jake's. He obviously hadn't done any in a while as his hamper was overflowing. What did he do, change clothes twice a day? She swore he had done laundry just last weekend.
Down in the basement she started to sort by darks and lights and delicates. Once she was done she had a pile of her pantries and bras to go in but it was a small pile. She could add to it with some of Jake's stuff. Pulling his clothes out to find small items to add she came across some of his underwear. As she threw them into the pile with her stuff she happened to notice some white stains on them. Oh. Jake had been doing his own laundry for so long she had forgotten about the stains.
She shrugged. It was only to be expected, teenage boys were cum machines for many years, and it wasn't any of her business. As long as he did it in the privacy of his bedroom there was no harm. Opening the washer Sam picked up the pile and threw it in. As she did do an aroma wafted out that was unmistakable. Semen. Instantly she recalled the stringy white substance on her arm and hand yesterday. She had been slimed by her son's cum. She had swam through it. Now she knew why he had left the pool so quickly, he didn't want to get caught. That little bastard.
Masturbating in his room was one thing but in the pool? That was just unsanitary.
It was too late to call him on it, and she had no proof, so she had to let it lie. Hopefully it was a one time thing, but if she ever caught him she'd give him a piece of her mind. The whole family used that pool!
Fuming a bit, Sam tried to put the new knowledge that she'd been swimming in Jake's ejaculate out of her mind to concentrate on dinner. Maybe she'd do a little fishing and see how he reacted at dinner.
***
Jake was finishing up some homework when he heard his Mom call from downstairs.
"Jake, dinner's ready!" she said.
"Coming!" he called back and headed down to the dining room. His Mom was just putting down some plates on the table.
"Smells delicious," he said. "What are we having?"
"Just some pork chops and rice," his Mom replied. "How was school today?" she asked as she sat down at the table with a glass of wine.
"Fine," he replied. It was always fine. Why did she ask if he gave the same answer every time?
"How was your day?" he sent back.
"Fine," she said back with a smirk. "Actually I'm glad I took the week off, I'm finally relaxed enough to enjoy it."
Jake mumbled, "That's good." His mouth was full so it wasn't very clear.
"Have you been enjoying your swims lately?"
Jake almost choked on his mouthful of rice, spraying some of it on the table. "Um, yeah..I guess so, why do you ask?"
His Mom put on a concerned expression. "Are you alright? I was just curious, I think the filter might need cleaning, I swam through some slime yesterday."
Jake swallowed the rice painfully and tried to look like he was thinking. "No it's seemed fine to me."
"Okay we'll keep an eye on it, if something is getting into the pool we don't want to be swimming in it."
"Yeah, definitely. I'll watch out."
"See that you do," his Mom said while giving a slight arch of her eyebrow.
Did she know? She would have said something if she knew. Maybe she suspected! Jake finished his dinner hurriedly and kissed his Mom on the cheek.
"Thanks for dinner, Mom," he said, and retreated to his bedroom for the night.
***
Sam took her time eating dinner and enjoying her wine. She was in no hurry. Clearly her son had cum in the pool or he wouldn't have reacted that way. Hopefully her bringing it up was enough to get him to stop it.
She took a sip of wine and pondered why he would jerk off in the pool. Was it a whim? Was he an exhibitionist? Had he been doing it for long? The thought of her son jerking off in the pool wasn't something she was going to dwell on any more, she thought, and put it out of her mind. Although....maybe there was a purely physical reason to masturbate in the pool. She'd never done anything of the sort herself.
Sam took her plate and glass to the kitchen sink and gave them a rinse. Jake could wash them later.
She walked to the patio door and stared out into the dark at the pool. She turned on the poolside lights and watched the water shimmer for a while, letting her imagination wander.
Her husband had been gone for several days. She hadn't had sex for several days before that, as they'd been busy with work. She was starting to get a little...pent up. Shaking her head, Sam headed to the living room to watch some TV. She browsed channels for a bit and then checked some of the streaming services. Nothing jumped out at her.
Walking past the patio doors again she saw she'd forgotten the lights. Just as she was going to turn them off she looked out and paused. Jake was probably in his room for the night. Maybe she could go for a late night swim.
Grabbing her suit from her room, she padded downstairs quietly, even though Jake's room was down the hall. She didn't want to advertise that she was going swimming, she wanted some alone time.
She changed in the bathroom downstairs and headed out to the pool. It was very peaceful. She walked in on the shallow end, slowly letting her body acclimatize to the temperature. The water tended to warm up in the day but it could cool down fairly quickly.
She sat down on a bench against the side, the water coming up to her belly. She put her head back and just soaked in the silence, listening to the water lap up against the walls.
There wasn't anything especially sexy about the pool. Did he end up with a hardon and just wanted to take care of it? Couldn't he have waited for it to go away? A hard penis wasn't a one-use item, she was sure. A hard penis. Sam let her mind wander, thinking of her husband's penis. It was a very nice cock, and it made her very happy. Mind you, there has been less and less time for that sort of stuff lately. Work for both her and Bill was really getting in the way.
Sam sighed and looked down at her chest. Her nipples were hard, mostly from the cool water but also from thoughts of her husband. She brought a hand up and gave one of her nipples a pinch, holding it tightly as long as she could stand, and then letting go.
She let her hand drift down further caressing her stomach all the way down to the gap between her thighs. Her fingers lightly caressed her material-covered slit, not pushing hard. Just feeling for a response. She got the response when a jolt spiked from her pussy to her nipples to her brain.
Sam let her head fall back on the side of the pool and kept gently caressing herself. The serenity outside, plus the thrill of knowing she could be caught, combined to form a wonderful aphrodisiac. She moved her hand to the right and slipped a finger under the edge of her suit, just enough to be able to get a grip and pull it over. Her other hand joined the first and so with her pussy exposed in the water under the lights Sam started to see why her son jerked off in the pool.
She moved a hand down and pushed one finger inside of herself. Just a dip to the first knuckle. Despite the water she could feel her body's natural lubricant and smiled. A second finger joined the first and she moved them both in a circle. Her cheeks flushed as the pleasure started to build. The mother who had just a couple hours ago been disturbed by her son pleasuring himself in the pool was now doing the same thing. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of Jake. He wasn't relevant right now.
Pulling her fingers free of her pussy, Sam slowly dragged them both up her slit, pushing firmly when she arrived at her clit. She used one finger to pull back the hood covering it and then used her other finger to lightly stimulate her clit in small circles. The kind of motion she could keep up for hours if need be, and had before. But she didn't want to be in the pool for hours and so she sped up the finger. After another minute she started using all four fingers to rub her clit, slowly pushing harder. Her face flushed and her mouth gaped open, saliva gathering as she gasped with the increased pleasure.A sound, like a scuffed footstep. She paused in her movements and listened.
"Mom?" called Jake.
Sam brought her head up and whipped her hand away from her pussy, her other hand letting her suit snap back into place.
Jake came out of the house and walked over to her. Sam tried to look like she'd been just relaxing, hoping that the lights didn't expose how flushed her face was. She had forgotten about her erect nipples however.
"What do you need, son?" Sam asked, smiling up at him as he got closer.
"I forgot that I need you to sign a form for grad next week."
"Oh! Okay Honey, just put it on the counter and I'll get to it when I get out."
"Okay, thanks Mom. Enjoy your soak."
Jake's face was in shadow from the patio lights behind his head. Did he know what she had been doing?
"Will do," she said, peering at his face to detect any expression.
He turned around and walked back into the house. Sam couldn't see if he was holding any pieces of paper. Did he actually have a form to sign? She sighed and closed her eyes. That was too close, maybe even beyond close. Caught? As she waited for her heart to calm down before leaving the pool, she decided that despite the thrill there would be no more pleasure in the pool. It was unsanitary. And too risky. But really her only regret was that she hadn't actually gotten to cum.
***
Jake walked quickly to his bag by the front door to grab the form for his Mom to sign. It was the only thing he could come up with in the spur of the moment. He really did have a form for her to sign, he just wasn't sure if he'd remembered to bring it home. As he rummaged through his bag he played the scene in the pool over and over again.
Mom's head thrown back, her mouth open, eyes closed. He couldn't see what her hands were doing below the water but it really didn't look like she had just been relaxing. There was a certain...strain...on her face. A pinch to the forehead, a quiver to the chin. It definitely looked like she was either in pain...or pleasure. And nothing after he disturbed her suggested she was in pain.
He'd just come down to get a snack and saw the patio lights on, but as he got closer he spotted Mom in the pool. He was about to turn away when he noticed that she had her head laying back like she was sleeping...but her mouth was open. Concerned that maybe she had fallen asleep, he crept out and as he did he heard what sounded like a gasp come from her. Startled, his foot hit a raised section of the patio. His Mom had frozen and instead of getting caught creeping, he called out.
Jake found the form in his bag and thanking his lucky stars he went and put it on the counter. The scene in the pool played out again, his heart starting to beat faster. Was his Mom masturbating in the pool? Surely not his Mom. Jake's Mom was a great Mom, but she didn't do things like that. He assumed that his parents had sex but it was a hazy thought that he dared not approach with any kind of vigour. No details, no mental images, nothing. That way lay madness. But now...
Jake slowly walked by the patio doors on his way to the stairs. His Mom was still out there in the pool but she looked as he would expect. Just sitting there, arms stretched out to either side of her, relaxing. With a vague sense of disappointment he headed off to his room.
He closed his door and stripped off his shirt and shorts. He slept in underwear, boxers, this time of year as anything more was unnecessary. He lay down in bed and his mind drifted back to Susan, and the image of her butt swaying back and forth in the hall ahead of him. As he slipped his hand into his boxers to fondle his slowly growing cock his mind drifted away from Susan to his Mom's face in the pool. What he wouldn't give to make Susan's face look like that. He tried to imagine Susan's face on his Mom's body in the pool but it kept slipping back to his Mom's face. As he stroked his now fully erect rod he kept almost cumming but then his Mom's face would intrude into his fantasy. He eventually gave up and just let the image of his Mom's face stay. Her open mouth quivering, the faint gasp, her eyes clenched shut.
"HHHHNNGHHHH!!"
He came, hard. He came so hard the first string of cum struck him in the eye and left a line of it down to his chin. Gah! He tried to aim his dick towards his belly as more and more strings of cum striped his chest. Holy cow. That had never happened before. Eyes closed, he stroked his cock slowly, relishing in the slippery cum coating his dick. His whole body was electrified and buzzing from the best orgasm he'd ever had. Realizing he couldn't open his eye, and that the cum on his face was alarmingly close to his mouth, he started looking for something to wipe it off. Giving himself a facial wasn't his first choice but the orgasm felt too good to be too upset.
Why such a strong reaction? What was different this time over the numerous times he'd jerked off before? Was it just a good angle? He'd gotten the perfect trajectory and nailed himself? He thought it would have happened before, but that doesn't explain the feeling in his entire body. Susan was a common image in his mind when jerking off...but his Mom, however reluctantly he'd done it, wasn't. Could that be it? Some new spank material? Or was it his Mom? Drifting off to sleep he couldn't help but see her face, on a loop, as she sat in the pool.
***
The next day Sam woke up in a mood. Not a bad mood, per se, but a mood. The kind of mood where little things frustrated her more than they normally would. Her morning coffee had grounds in it; the eggs over-cooked after she couldn't find the butter in the fridge for her toast, which got cold. Little things. Jake came in half way through breakfast and only grunted a "hello" as he grabbed a banana and hurried out the door. She tried to assume that his behaviour was not related to him almost(?) catching her jilling in the pool last night. The thought that he did see what she was doing was too embarrassing to contemplate.
Finishing her breakfast, she took the dishes into the kitchen and washed up everything, including last night's dinner dishes. Jake would get an earful when he got home. No way was she doing all of the chores while Bill was away. The thought of Bill brought up her pool fun, again. It hadn't been far from her mind since she fell into a fitful sleep last night and dreamed of large cocks. She finished up the dishes and sat down at the kitchen counter. Her mind drifted for a bit. Why did she dream of large penises? She had had a few lovers before Bill but none of them were what you would call large. Nor was Bill. Was it a subliminal thing? Was she secretly craving something she'd never had because she was so fucking horny?
Squeezing her legs together, she felt a trace of moisture in her panties. She was definitely horny, especially after the aborted pleasure cruise in the pool. No more pool fun, but her bedroom was private...
Sam brought her hand down and tucked it under her shirt. Caressing her belly, she brought her hand up to her left breast. She was only wearing a camisole under her shirt and so it was easy to grasp her nippled between two fingers and tug. She spent a few minutes caressing the one nipple, please with how hard and long they get. Bill loved her nipples and could spend a long time pleasuring them both with his fingers and mouth. Her other hand drooped down to the top of her black yoga pants, digging her fingers inside both pants and panties.
Her finger drifted down to the top of her slit, and came to rest over her clit. Pushing down on it, her body thrilled with a shudder. Maybe she didn't need her bedroom. Given how horny she was, she'd probably cum right there at the counter.
Right then her phone rang. It was Bill. Cursing her luck she quickly stepped to the sink and rinsed her hand off before swiping to connect the call.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey Sugar, how are you doing? Bored yet?" Bill's baritone voice rumbled in her ear. The same voice that rumbled in her ear when he fucked her in bed. Sam smiled.
"Sam? You there? Can you hear me?"
Sam shook her head and quickly answered. "Yeah I'm here! Sorry I was daydreaming," she said, looking around, though Jake wasn't home. "About you. I miss you so much baby."
Bill laughed and replied, "Yes I miss you too, Sugar. I had high hopes for this week with Jake at school all day."
She laughed with him. "I had such high hopes that I'm being consumed with lust. When are you coming home?"
"Not till next week at this point. Turns out there's another job right after this one and so they're stringing the two jobs into one trip. You'll just have to make use of your own fingers and hands."
"I've been trying," Sam said, alarmed at how whiny her voice sounded. "I keep getting interrupted." She had an idea and whispered into the phone, "Do you have some time right now, honey? I sure could use that voice in my ear. What are you wearing?"
Bill's voice when he responded was hesitant, as if he didn't want to deliver bad news. "Ohh, I wish I could help you out Sam, but I am just in the middle of meetings and decided to check in on you and deliver the news about the second job. I can't help you out now but maybe in a day or two."
Sam silently took a deep breath and put on her best perky voice, "Oh that's okay Hon, I was just kidding. Don't worry about me, I can handle myself." She winced at the unintended double entendre but Bill laughed again.
"I know you can, Sugar. I'll talk to you soon and once I get back we'll send Jake out for the night to have ourselves a real catch up session."
"That sounds wonderful, Bill. I love you."
"I love you too, babe. I'll call you soon, okay? Say Hi to Jake for me."
"Of course, talk to you soon."
Bill hung up and Sam slumped against the counter. She wasn't really a phone sex type person but when she was this desperate she'd try anything.
Maybe....now that Bill wasn't going to be back for another week, she should start looking for other options. If she kept going at this pace she'd start snapping at everyone. Maybe her dream about large cocks was a hint that she needed something new. Something larger. She went to the Amazon app on her phone and started browsing for personal pleasure devices. One day delivery should get her getting her rocks off soon enough.
***
Jake's head was in a haze all day at school. He barely paid attention in class, even less than usual, and even Susan wasn't enough to distract him from his thoughts. He'd passed by her in the hall at lunch and she'd even given him a little smile. Normally that would have been enough for a month of monkey spanking, today it barely registered.
This morning when he got up and found his Mom in the kitchen looking flustered while making breakfast it had hit him that she was most definitely a MILF. She was wearing a shirt and tank top combo with yoga pants, something he'd seen her wear a thousand times before and never noticed. Now, after last night, that simple outfit was enough to produce a raging hardon. He had had to adjust his cock so that it was pointing up to his belly button or there would have been some awkward explaining to do.
Now today in class he kept popping the same rock hard boner whenever his Mom drifted in his thoughts, which was often. High School was never a treat for teenage boys, but adding a pounding hard cock that pointed straight out, it was a recipe for disaster. He kept his head down and his bag near his crotch pretty much all day.
2:30 hit and he ran almost the entire way home. He had come up with a plan to try and conquer this sudden obsession with his Mom. He'd spend some time around her to try and 'normalize' his mental image of her, that way she'd go back to just being his Mom, whom he didn't get turned on by, and who definitely wasn't spank bank material.
Arriving back home, sweaty and out of breath, Jake opened the front door to put his plan in action. His Mom's car was there so she was home.
"Mom, I'm home!" he called.
"I'm in the living room," she sent back.
He rounded the entry from the hallway to see her sitting with her phone on the couch. "Whatcha doing?" he asked.
"Oh, just some online shopping. I thought I could find something quick but it turns out there's a lot of options, so I spent the day researching." She paused and then, "But, I've made up my mind and the order is sent, no taking it back now."
"What were you researching, maybe I can help?" he asked. Jake couldn't help but notice that his Mom wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out quite prominently.
Him Mom flushed and stammered a bit. "Oh, it's okay I'm done now, it was just some gardening equipment."
He smiled. "Okay, sounds good. What are you going to do now? I thought we could hang out for a bit."
His lovely Mom gave a sunny smile. "That sounds great honey, what did you have in mind?"
"Maybe we can just hang in the pool? Do some laps together?" Jake figured this was the best way to just hang out and take away the pool image from last night. Some healthy family bonding was what was needed now, at the scene of the crime.
"That is a great idea. I'll change into my suit and meet you out there, okay?"
Jake smiled and nodded, "Yep, see you soon."
He trotted up the stairs and split right down the hall to his room. He put on his bermuda style shorts to give himself plenty of room to prevent any 'incidents' of impromptu displays of masculinity. He quickly checked his email on his computer to give his Mom time to change and go down first. As he came out of his room he spotted his Mom turning to go down stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open. She wasn't wearing the normal one piece suit she normally had. Today she was wearing a bikini, a rather revealing one.
Jake stealthily ran down the hall to the stairs and stared down at his Mom's ass as she stepped down the last couple stairs. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't hang out with her like that, he'd be popping a boner the entire time! How could he get out of it?
Thinking quickly, he took off his swim shorts and put his normal shorts back on. He took his swim suit to the laundry room and threw them into one of the piles.
Walking to the patio doors he could see his Mom settling down on a lounger to wait for him. He swore as he watched her settle her butt into the chair, and lift her slender legs up.
He opened the patio door and called out, "Hey Mom, turns out my suit is in the wash! We can do this tomorrow, sorry to get your hopes up."
His mother turned around in the chair to look back at him. He started to retreat from the door when she furrowed her brow and called back, "Who cares if your normal suit is in the wash, get another suit." Her tone made it sound like the most sensible thing in the world.
Jake gave a sickly smile. The only other suits he had were speedos. He had been on the swim team at one point last year. A speedo would not help his situation any.
"Oh that's okay, I'm not sure where the other suits are."
His Mom laughed and said, "You're the worst, Jake. I told you where I put them last year for storage after the swim team season was done. In the laundry room in a bin next to the washer. Go get them on, you're not depriving me of mother/son time because you can't wash your clothes."
Jake nodded and walked back to the laundry room. It was the long, slow walk of someone going to death row. He was stuck in a hard spot now, pun intended. The combo of his Mom's bikini and the memory from last night had him hard enough to pound nails.
He found his speedos as expected and slowly put one on. Maybe if he took his time, his cock would let up and he could go out to the pool as a functioning member of society, not one who lusts after his mother. Pulling the suit up, he bent his dick to the side, to try and fit it in. It...wouldn't. If he held it to the side it stayed in but there was no way he was walking around holding his groin around his Mom.
Several math equations and a dry recital of the last baseball game he'd watched did the trick eventually, and he was able to stuff his prick into his suit without a crowbar.
Grabbing a towel from the closet, Jake attempted to casually hold it near his crotch. He went back to the patio and walked out to the pool, keeping his eyes carefully forward, and the towel between his Mom and his groin. The last few steps to the pool, he threw the towel to the edge and dove in. The water was warm on the top and cool underneath. It allowed him to keep his mind off anything but doing some laps. On the way back he heard a splash as his mother dove in next to him and they spent the next 15 minutes swimming back and forth. Nothing strenuous, just some exercise and quiet companionship.
His Mom had kept him company doing laps when he was on the swim team and she'd gotten pretty good at keeping up. It was a great way to bond last year and they'd gotten closer than ever.
Eventually they stopped in the shallow end near the house and drifted while laying prone, to keep under the water. So far, so good. Jake smiled at his Mom and she smiled back. It was working! Maybe he wasn't a freak after all.
"That was fun, I'm going to sit in the sun for a while and read, will you join me?" she said, moving to the stairs.
Jake tried his best to keep his eyes in his head as he watched his Mom stand up out of the pool, water dripping from everywhere, and walk up the steps. Her hips swayed as she walked, the bikini bottoms hugging her ass, her cheeks ever so slightly clutching the fabric where they met in the middle. Her slender shoulders held up the bikini top but the water had softened the fabric, allowing her breasts to sway and bounce as she padded to her seat.
Jake swallowed, his suddenly dry throat making it difficult. He rolled onto his stomach to keep watching. He could feel his cock swelling in his speedo. Before long it was getting uncomfortable in the tight confines and the inevitable happened. It sprung free of his suit, crawling up his belly.
"Are you coming? Or are you going to swim some more?" his Mom said.
"Yeah I'll join you in a sec."
"Okay," she smiled at him as she put on her sunglasses and picked up her book.
This was it, while she was reading, he could get out and grab his towel to hide his annoyingly hard dick.
***
Sam settled into the lounge chair, flipping through the pages of her book to find where she left off. As she did so she glanced over the top of her book as Jake climbed out of the pool.
To her complete surprise, staring back at her was the biggest cock she had ever seen. Her mind blanked. Forgetting her book, she froze like a deer in headlights as she watched her son hurriedly pick up his towel and cover up the most beautiful penis she'd seen in her 42 years of life. The glimpse she saw was entirely too short, it was a crime to cover up something that should be on display at the Louvre. Unconsciously moistening her lips with her tongue Sam watched her son quickly towel himself off, keeping his crotch covered as best he could.
It wasn't quite enough. Sam caught a couple more glimpses of his penis as it jutted out of the top of his speedo. The head was purple and glistened in the sun and the shaft was blessed with ropey veins that disappeared into the depths of his suit. It was perfect. Further down, following the lump in her son's suit, Sam saw what appeared to be an equally impressive ballsack constrained by the tight speedo.
Sam finally remembered to blink as Jake started walking towards her. She looked down to her book, trying to make it seem like she hadn't been staring. But staring, she was. The last time she'd seen Jake in a speedo he had not looked like that. Had he grown that much in just one year? Or was her extreme horniness causing it to appear bigger.The swim had gone a long way towards cooling her libido down. She thought perhaps it was the pent up energy that had made her choose to wear a bikini. Bill adored her in a bikini and so wearing it reminded her of him, which was really a poor decision when she wanted to forget him. Walking around in it, the textured cups rubbing against her nipples, it all combined to drive her crazy. Going for a swim with her son was supposed to take her mind off of sex. And it did...until 30 seconds ago.
Jake collapsed on the lounger to her right, stretching out with the towel covering his groin. She felt a twinge of sympathy for him. It must be uncomfortable to have it pushed up like that. Knowing young men, it probably wanted to push straight out.
"Comfy, hon?" she asked.
"Sure Mom," Jake replied. He didn't sound like he was in pain.
Using the excuse of asking after his comfort to look his way, Sam tried to get another glimpse of the Man Cock he was hiding. No use. She turned back to her book and proceeded to not read at all for several minutes.
Suddenly her husband flashed into her mind. What was she thinking? Where was her head? She was so horny that she couldn't resist leering at her son's penis? The realization of what she was doing thundered through her like a bucket of cold water. She was not this kind of woman!
"I'm just going to get a drink, do you want anything?" she asked.
"No thanks, I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit," her son replied.
She put her book down and bent over to stand up. As she did so she realized her nipples were showing in her top. Hurrying away, Sam tried to think of anything except the burning in her pussy and the rub of her suit on her nipples.
***
The next day was Saturday. Both Jake and his mother had successfully avoided each other the rest of Friday without the other knowing they were doing it.
Jake woke up and lay in bed for a while, idly playing with his penis. He didn't really intend on jerking off, but a nice fondle was never a bad idea. He found it often heightened his pleasure later on if he put off masturbating until after some gentle teasing.
After a while he got up and dressed in some ratty shorts and headed down to start on his lawn chores. His Dad has given him a sizable list before he left with the promise of payment when he got back.
Checking the list, Jake grabbed the lawn mower from the garage and started cutting the grass in the front of the house. It was a bigger section than the rear due to the pool taking up so much room. The 'Back 40', as Dad called it was actually more like the back 20 square feet and took almost no time.
Finishing the front, Jake trundled the mower around the side of the house to the back. He started the mower and went only 10 feet along the side of the pool when he saw his mother laying out by the pool. He almost tripped and fell into the water but recovered enough to straighten out. His Dad would give him heck for the uneven line.
The reason for the poor mow job was currently stretched out in another bikini, sunglasses on. She couldn't be asleep, the mower would have woken her up for sure.
"Hi Mom," he called, turning back to his mowing.
Just mow the lawn, just mow the lawn he repeated to himself, but every time he turned back in her direction all he could see was his beautiful Mom in that incredible bikini. He could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts. It was still sensitive from his fondling in bed, and the sensation of it moving and crawling in his underwear was almost as distracting as the vision in front of him.
***
Sam growled to herself in frustration. She had woken up early and decided to spend time by herself outside. Little did she know the object of her distraction last night was going to start doing chores! She lay quietly and tried to ignore Jake as he came around to the back yard.
She ignored his 'Hi' and kept looking straight up, mostly. Now and then she'd sneak a glance from behind her sunglasses to check on his progress. The last time he was mowing back towards her, Sam had thought she'd seen something... Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened in an instant at the bulge she could see in her son's shorts. Why did he have a hardon while mowing? Was it her? Sam hadn't actually thought through why he'd had a hardon after swimming last night, but coupled with this new evidence, he must be reacting to seeing his own mother in a bikini!
Sam closed her eyes. This was a dilemma. She wasn't going to stop wearing bikinis because her son liked to look. But he couldn't walk around the house like he was now, either. It was probably because it was not something he was used to. Once it became normal, he'd calm down, she was sure. The only way for it to be normal was for her to start wearing bikinis more often, and hanging around him. She'd just make sure not to stare at the result until he got used to it, so she wouldn't embarrass him.
***
Far too soon the small back yard grass was cut short and Jake reluctantly shut off the mower to put it away. His Mom chose that moment to roll over onto her front, facing away from him. Jake paused to stare, shamelessly and fully. He used the opportunity to commit to memory every square inch of her body.
The generous booty, barely contained inside her bottoms. The tan line where the edge of her suit didn't cover her where her normal suit did. The slim waist leading up to the middle of her back where her bikini straps started. If only they would snap open, leaving her topless. Jake loved a nice butt...but...his Mom's chest was definitely her most impressive attribute. How her breasts managed to stay to perky, he'd never know. Unless it was the bras she wore. What he wouldn't give to see her topless. Despite dressing fairly conservatively, his Mom always had some cleavage showing. He'd have to pay more attention.
He slowly pulled the mower back around to the garage to put away. He wasn't going to get much done with his shorts full of rock hard dick. Making his way back inside, Jake stepped over to the patio doors to see what he could see from that angle. As he approached the doors, he noticed his Mom wasn't in the lounge chair anymore. He looked in the pool, but she wasn't swimming. Where did she go?
"Hi, sweetie, looking for me?" his Mom said from behind him.
Jake almost jumped out of his skin and spun around. His Mom was standing right behind him, holding a glass of water. "Mom!" he gasped. "You scared me. I..I..was just seeing if you were done outside. I was going to weed whack the back and didn't want to get...grass on...you." He trailed off as he looked down at her chest. Not only were her breasts magnificent but the size of her nipples poking out of her suit took his breath away.
"Hey mister, my eyes are up here," his Mom said.
"Sorry! I just, I haven't seen that suit before. Is it new?" Jake smiled, eyes darting anywhere but at his mother.
"No, I've had this for years. You've seen me in it, I know you have."
"Oh, my mistake. So are you done outside then?"
***
"Not yet. Why don't you come join me," Sam paused to take a long drink of water. As she tilted the glass back she kept her eyes on her son's to see where he looked. He immediately looked at her breasts. She knew it! He was getting a hardon because of her. Finishing her drink, she looked expectantly at her son.
"Um, no I have to get these chores done for Dad," he said, moving towards the door.
"Okay, well why not a hug then?" Sam put the glass down and spread her arms out.
Jake came back over to hug her, but bent at the waist to do it.
"Oh come on, that's not a hug," she said, and pulled him in for a full body hug.
She heard a little squeak come from him and then she felt it. The Man Cock from last night was pressed up against her belly. As she was hugging him, she thought she felt it pulse in his shorts. Jake tried to let go after a second and so Sam let him go, her head spinning. What was she doing? She smiled and walked back out to the patio. She needed that shipment, fast.
A few hours later Sam went into the house to make some lunch. Pulling out bread and fixings for sandwiches, she started prepping one each for her and Jake. She was humming while working and barely looked up when Jake came into the kitchen. He came up behind her and reached up to get a glass from the cupboard above her head. Sam leaned forward to give him room to reach the cupboard at the same time he tried to rest his hand on her shoulder to brace himself. This had two results. One, her torso wasn't where he expected it to be causing him to fall forward; two, her butt pushed back at his crotch.
His sudden presence against her back caused her to almost drop the knife she was using. His body was warm and solid, and she could feel, firmly pushed into her ass crack, a very large rod. It was so hard and stuck out so far that it actually pushed her bikini bottoms between her cheeks.
"Oh, sorry Mom!" Jake said, standing up straight.
"No..no worries, son, it was an accident," she replied, wondering if it actually was an accident. Had she pushed her butt at him, or was it him shoving his cock into her crack? The end result was the same; The warmth and pressure had caused Sam's pussy to drench her suit. She reached behind to arrange her bottoms where they should be and smiled back at her son.
Putting one of the sandwiches on a plate, she handed it to Jake and took the other for herself. She smiled nervously and tried to think of something to take the tension away.
"What are you up to this afternoon?" she asked.
"I'm done with chores for today," he replied, his face red. Maybe it had been an accident. "So I was going to go hang with Rusty."
"That's nice, have a good time," Sam said, trying to sound casual.
Jake finished his sandwich in record time and left.
An hour later a package arrived for Sam. It was her relief package. Son or not, just her mental awareness of the penis he was packing around, dangling in his clothes, was a distraction. Well it hadn't been dangling the last time she...felt it. With a pulse in her pussy, she opened the box. Inside the box were two door handles. Door handles? DOOR HANDLES! This wasn't what she ordered. Oh no.
Bringing up the order in her email, Sam saw the actual object she'd ordered. An 8 inch dildo, with veins and a bulbous head. The kind with a suction cup and a set of balls at the end. Not door handles. They must have sent her the wrong item, and now she'd have to get in touch with customer service, the whole nine yards. This was not what Sam needed right now. She needed a hard cock, is what she needed right now. A hard cock in her pussy, pulsing and spewing its seed inside of her.
Several hours later Sam decided it was no use. Normally she could get herself off with some fast fingers and dedicated rubbing, but nothing she tried seemed to do it. She was trying all of her tricks. She'd started with some videos her and Bill had taken of themselves a few years ago but it wasn't tactile enough. She tried just laying in bed and using her imagination but she was having a hard time picturing Bill's face. For some reason as soon as it came time for imaginary Bill to start fucking her, his face morphed into Jake's face. She wasn't having any of that. As desperate as she was, there was no way she was using her son as inspiration for her to have an orgasm. Even if his cock was the best thing she'd seen in years. Was it, though? Or was it just how horny she was. Maybe it wasn't actually that good, maybe she was building it up in her mind because it was exactly what she needed. Exactly what she needed?? Well, if that was true, she was in trouble because it was out of reach in her son's pants and it wasn't coming anywhere near her. Not cumming anywhere near her either.
Maybe she should get another look at it. Do an objective examination so she could purge it from her mind. Hm. Nah.
***
Jake had a decent time hanging out with Rusty for the afternoon. He was a funny guy and they just played video games in his room. The best part was that it took his mind off of his Mom. Him falling into her at the counter had been an accident but he was so embarrassed that his dick had been pushed into her butt. It had felt fantastic, but it was still embarrassing. His dick always seemed to be hard around his Mom now.
Walking home now, Jake wondered if he could avoid his Mom the rest of the day. She didn't seem mad about him falling into her, but he definitely didn't want to push his luck. The last thing he wanted was her getting super mad and calling his Dad.
Jake walked to the back yard, quietly, to see if his Mom was by the pool again. Slowing down, he creeped forward and peered around the corner of the house. Sweet. She was reading. He turned around and went back to the front door and stalked upstairs to hide in his room. Hiding from his own Mom, he thought. What a jerk you are. You can't even be around your own mother without getting a massive hardon. If she ever saw it she'd send him to his room for sure.
He figured he could end his day with a nice slow wank, maybe it would wear him out and stop the constant erections. Bringing up some porn on his laptop, he dropped his shorts and sat at his desk. After 5 minutes of browsing various videos he found one he liked. His dick was already leaking precum and lubing the entire process up nicely. He started stroking, listening to the video with headphones.
***
Sam put her book down. She thought she'd heard the front door close, but it had been 5 minutes and Jake hadn't appeared. It was like him not to say 'Hi', or come chat before bed. Getting nervous it wasn't Jake that had closed the door, she got up and crept into the house. No sound, it didn't seem like anyone was home. She walked up the stairs to check if Jake had come home without telling her.
The carpet in the upstairs hall and her sandals meant her footsteps very quiet, not that she was sneaking or anything. As she approached Jake's door she listened for the sound of him in his room. She didn't hear anything, and was getting nervous again. She walked up to the bedroom door and cracked it open a few inches. It was a good thing Jake had headphones in, because the sudden exhalation from his Mom would have given her away for sure. There it was. The Man Cock, in all its glory. Jake was stroking it while at his desk. She didn't move a muscle, this was her chance to really drink the full sight in, and see if it was worth the attention her mind insisted on paying it.
It was exactly as she remembered it from the pool. The head was large and purple, glistening from his precum. It had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, and so girthy even Jake had a hard time getting his hand all the way around it. He obviously loved paying it special attention the way he was so slowly stroking from the base of it, where there were trimmed pubes, all the way to the top. He would pause to roll his palm around the head before resuming the slow stroke down again.
Sam couldn't believe something so awe-inspiring had grown from her baby's groin. It was a cock made for fucking. Sam pondered how a cock like that would feel in her penis-deprived pussy. She could feel her bikini getting soaked at the thought. Without even realizing it, she had plunged her hand into her suit and pushed a finger, then two, inside of her. Her other hand left the door handle and grabbed a nipple, pinching it firmly then tugging on it. She kept this up for far longer than she should have, but the more her son stroked his cock, the more she wished it was that cock inside of her instead of her fingers. And it was hard to pull away from the vision.
Jake cleared his throat but didn't look around. Sam blinked. She yanked her hand out of her pussy and with her other hand pulled the door silently closed. Turning away from his room, Sam pondered the fact that she had been incredibly close to cumming right there in his doorway. Heading to her own room as fast as she could, she fell on her bed and tore her bikini off. With visions of Jake's cock, her son's cock, in her head, Sam rubbed her way to a mind-shattering orgasm. As her body convulsed in the bed she cried out, "Ohhhh fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck....HNNNNNUUHHHH!!!"
In her post-orgasm clarity, Sam realized with shock that while she had finally had an orgasm worthy of the word since her husband left, it was thinking of her son's cock that had given it to her. She sighed a long sigh. She wondered if she could cum one more time.
***
Jake stopped his stroking and looked up. Was that a sound from downstairs? He didn't want his mom to come up and catch him if she was calling for him, so he pulled his headphones off and walked to the door. Opening it a bit, he listened for her calling. He did hear a cry from down the hall. Walking toward the stairs he realized the sound had come from his parents' room. Stepping closer he listened again. It sounded like moans. He was now right at the door to his Mom's room. Was she hurt? He cracked the door open to check on her and wished she had had headphones or something in her ears, because the gasp that came out of his mouth might have been missed. His Mom was on her bed, naked, with the fingers of one hand plunging over and over into her pussy, her other hand rubbing her clit furiously.
As she turned her head to look towards the door, Jakes saw the same expression on her face from the other night in the pool. Her mouth was open, her brow furrowed, she was panting quickly as she obviously trembled through an orgasm. Jake felt his dick, which had gone most of the way soft, resurge in his shorts. His Mom's eyes lowered from his face to his groin as the tent in his shorts grew larger. At this sight of the bulge her face went a furious shade of red and her hands redoubled their efforts. Jake stood and watched his Mom's full breasts shake on her chest, the large hard nipples almost vibrating. He took as many details as he could. The shlicking sound her finger made as they dove into her opening over and over. The moisture that covered her pussy as it dripped into her ass crack. The start and stop of her hand rubbing her clit. He could feel his dick pulse at his groin in time with his heartbeat.
Jake stood there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only 30 seconds before he mumbled, "Sorry." He closed the door. He went back to his room and finished his own masturbation session. Only this time he didn't need porn. He had a mental video to watch over and over again.
The next day Jake woke feeling energetic, like he could run a marathon and have a smile while doing it. He bounced into the bathroom to take a shower and as he undressed it all came flooding back. The memory of his mother masturbating on her bed. Her watching him as she did it.
He was instantly erect. Ducking into the shower, Jake started soaping up his hair. What was he going to do? He didn't mean to intrude like that, but the deed was done and now he was going to have to face her. She hadn't really reacted to him being at the door, which was weird. He thought she would have stopped and tried to cover herself up, but she'd just stared.
He soaped up his erect penis, giving it a thorough wash, as usual. Very thorough. He thought of his Mom and decided that if she wasn't going to acknowledge anything, he wouldn't either. If she was mad, he'd apologize and move on. Jumping out of the shower, his penis still mostly erect but not having cum, he got dressed in his usual board shorts and tank top and headed downstairs.
Downstairs he couldn't see his Mom anywhere. Did she sleep in? Had she left the house? Was she avoiding him? All good questions that had no answers unless he checked around.
Deciding it wasn't worth the effort, they'd run into each when it was time, Jake checked the chore list from his Dad again. He still needed to get the weed whacking done in the backyard. He grabbed his supplies and got to work, still feeling like a million bucks.
Sam rolled over in bed and grabbed her phone to check the time. 10am?? A week off work should be relaxing enough but the intense session of frigging her pussy had really taken it out of her. She smiled at the memory, how quickly she had cum the first and then the second and then the third time. All because of her...ohhh...right, her son. Jake had seen her.
In the light of day her reaction to him catching her masturbating seemed entirely out of character, but his appearance last night had been perfectly timed. Right in the middle of her second orgasm, him opening the door and her being able to watch the bulge in his shorts grow had inspired another orgasm right away. Or was it just one long orgasm? In any case the sight was exactly what she had needed. A nice capper.
Sam felt fabulous this morning. Like she could ride a bike race or swim 100 laps. The building tension inside of her for the last few days had finally been released and now she could spend her last day off in relaxation and comfort without distractions.
Oh...except Jake. How was he going to react to the spectacle he witnessed? If this was going to be too weird for him, she'd have to sit him down to talk. They had had the talk about masturbation years ago, it wasn't a big deal, but it was always done in private. But what happened when privacy was intruded upon? They had both intruded last night, though he didn't know of his Mom's intrusion.
Figuring it was something to solve if it was actually a problem, Sam got up and showered, making sure to give her lady bits some extra attention. The action last night had left her sensitive and the contact of her fingers caused her to tense up and smile. In her room she dressed in a light yellow sundress that came down to mid-thigh. It showed some cleavage but otherwise was fairly safe.
As she got to the bottom of the stairs she heard the weed whacker going in the backyard. So Jake was up early again. Well she'd leave him to his chores in peace. Grabbing her book she sat down in the living room to read.
After 20 minutes of reading the same paragraph over and over, she gave up and turned on the TV. She was restless. She wanted...something. TV proved to be equally useless in distracting her, so she went to do her own chores. More laundry, some cleaning. At least it distracted her.
By lunch time both mother and son were hungry and ready to eat. Sam headed to make more sandwiches while Jake splashed some water on his face. She heard him approach from behind in the kitchen again, like the day before. The same scenario as before, but this time she deliberately leaned forward and pushed out her butt. It was meant as a joke, to lighten the mood and make him laugh when he saw it. She knew he wouldn't make the same mistake twice of - Sam gasped audibly as she felt her son push up against her butt.
So, the joke backfired. Did he think she wanted him to do that? Just as she was going to spin around to tell him off, she felt the pipe in his shorts push her dress between her cheeks and make contact with the bottom of her pussy. The contact sent a flush of pleasure over her entire body. Her mind went blank and she lost muscle control in her legs, starting to drop to the floor. She didn't go far though as she was now caught between the counter and her son's groin. She did fall enough to cause Jake's massive cock to rub up her butt to the small of her back, taking her dress with it. She could feel cool air as it breezed onto her now exposed thighs.
Regaining strength in her legs, Sam stood back up, causing the Man Cock to drag back down her ass. She could feel his ball sack rub against her butthole and then her pussy, and finally he was back to where he started, cock mashed into her.
"Mom, are you okay?" Jake asked. "Sorry for surprising you, I just wanted to say sorry for opening your door without knocking last night," As he said this, he reached his arms around her to give her a hug. A full body hug, just like she liked. She smiled and reached up to pat his arms.
"Let me turn around, honey," she murmured.
Jake released her and she turned around and hugged him right away so he couldn't see how red her face was. This...wasn't any better. Now instead of having her son's cock pushed up against her butt, it was pushed up against her belly. His hot lead pipe throbbed between them. She held on and thought about many things. Her marriage vows. Her husband. A pulsing, throbbing cock. A cock straining up from her son's lap, with precum weeping out of the slit on the top. A Man Cock pushing at her mons right now, only kept away by some fabric and will power.
She started babbling, "Don't worry about last night, Jake. It wasn't your fault, I should have locked the door. How could you have known what I was doing. I don't normally do that but lately I've been missing your Dad a lot and seeing your penis the other day in that speedo I just got carried away and the tension inside me kept building up. I didn't mean to see you masturbating in your room either."
At these words she felt her son's arms tense around her.
She kept going, "I was just checking to see if you were home, I heard the front door close but you didn't say Hi and I was nervous so I opened your door and oh you were in there stroking it, Jake. You were stroking your cock - I mean penis, and it was just so lovely it inspired me to have some fun too. It's me who should apologize for intruding on your privacy, I'm so sorry."
Sam trailed off and stayed with her head buried in her son's chest. A tear trickled down her face and she gave a half sob at having finally released it all in one burst. A different type of catharsis this time, from the one last night. She could feel her son's cock pushing against her, and his arms around her. She could smell the sweat from his chores. Her pussy quivered and her panties flooded.
"Mom? You saw me last night too? I guess we're even then," he said.
She could hear the smile in her son's voice and raised her head to look him in the eye.
He was smiling, he looked relieved. He went on, "I was so nervous you were going to be mad at me."
"Oh Honey I am not mad. I'm embarrassed, not mad. What do you think, can we forgive each other and move on?" she asked.
He nodded and said, "Definitely. I wouldn't want to miss out on any hugs."
She saw him glance down and followed his gaze. There, showing through the straining fabric were her nipples poking out, obviously as hard as they'd ever been. She blushed even more and grinned.
"I enjoy the hugs as well," and leaning back she looked way down to where their groins were still straining together.
He laughed and reached down to her hips to give her an extra hard push. She could feel his penis pulse as he did it. She laughed as well and struck him on the chest, lightly.
"I'm not sure how many of those type hugs we should indulge in," she said.
Her son shrugged. "As many as we need to, I guess. I've been pretty distracted the last few days as well, with you wearing that bikini. Maybe we can save the hugs for when either of us get 'distracted', to help with releasing some tension."
"That might work," she responded. She was sure that it would not be something she'd be asking him for, it'd be a one-way street from him. She knew teenagers. But a harmless hug now and then was the least she could do to help him out.
Finally parting, mother and son took a step back. Sam looked at the half-made lunch. "I'm going to finish making lunch, do you want to help?" She looked back up to his face.
He was still giving occasional looks at her breasts but answered with an affirmative nod, "I'd love to."
After lunch it was determined that they would do some laps together. Sam put on her bikini and Jake his speedo, and they dove in together to leisurely swim back and forth. The cool water caused Sam's nipples to almost bust through her top, which was a delight for Jake, and every time he looked too long his dick would spring out of his speedo, which made Sam laugh throatily, her eyes on the thick shaft and bulbous head. Jake asked for a special hug whenever it happened, which Sam was happy to provide. She delighted in the heat she could feel from his cock when it was pressed up against her, and before long she was pushing back just as hard. Then they'd float for a while to let his cock calm down and go back to the laps.
The third time it happened, Sam murmured into Jake's ear as they hugged, "You know we can't keep these special hugs up once your father gets home. He'd never understand why a mother and son were being so...close."
"I know," Jake replied, his voice low. "I'm glad we can have them now, but I'll be bummed when it's all over. When is he coming home?" he asked, with an obvious hopeful lilt.
"In a few days, Wednesday or Thursday," Sam replied.
"So we've got the few days then, that's good." Jake reluctantly let go of his mother. "You know...I've got to warn you," he said, holding on to her shoulders. "There's been a monster sighting in the area."
Sam's eyes widened, and with a shriek she lunged backwards in the pool. As a little boy he had chased her in the pool, pretending he was a monster. She always acted scared for him and ran away, only letting him catch up after a while and letting him tickle her. It was easy when he was small, but he was not small anymore. Now he was a grown man and a good swimmer. Sam only made it to the far edge of the pool before he caught up with her, digging his fingers into her sides. She laughed as she thrashed in the water, trying to escape from him. He stepped closer to wrap his arms around her to keep her from getting away and in the process ended up giving her another special hug from behind.
Sam didn't flinch at the lump she felt pressing into her butt. Instead she used it, rubbing her ass even harder against it. It felt molten hot compared to the cool water and she wanted nothing more than to feel it all over her. The extra pressure on his dick caused Jake to stop paying attention to his Mom. Spinning within her son's arms, Sam went on the offensive, digging her fingers into his sides and armpits. Jake bellowed in surprise and leapt back to get away from her, but Sam pursued him, keeping her fingers in the tickle spots. This ended up with Jake diagonally backwards in the water with Sam on top of him. As he continued to move away, his cock, still hard and thrusting out the top of his speedo, dragged from her belly, up her torso and hit the perfect spot. Perfect in that the head of his cock dug under the bottom of her bikini top and was pushed between her breasts as he continued to move up her torso.
In fact, the thrust was enough to push his speedo down to his upper thighs, freeing the full length of his rampant penis, which was then buried between his mother's breasts. The feel of warm soft flesh wrapped around the cock that had been teased all day was enough to cause an explosion.
Sam, on feeling her son penetrate her cleavage with his spear, went into panic mode again. She frantically regained her feet and stood up to pull her top off of the volcano of semen spewing towards her chin. She was free in only a couple seconds but that was enough time for a rope of pearly baby batter to streak her face from chin to eyebrow, crossing over her mouth. She wiped it off with her hand like it was a spider crawling across her face but not quick enough to prevent his semen from getting inside her mouth. Not quick enough to prevent the musky, slippery substance from registering on her tongue.
Jake meanwhile crashed down into the water, still cumming. How do you not drown while cumming? He had to roll over on his front and stand up, little semen fishes trailing away from the head of his dick. He turned around to check his Mom, who was standing behind him now, to see that she was just standing still, eyes closed.
He started to babble, "Mom, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen, I slipped out of my speedo, and *it* just went in there, and then it felt so good feeling your boobs pressed up against it, and I've never had another person touch it before and after all our hugs today I was feeling really good and I guess I was just a hair trigger away from cumming but I would never have done that to you on purpose. You've just been so sexy since you started wearing that bikini and I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you and I'm basically a walking hardon when I'm around you and I promise I won't do it again."
He finally stopped, waiting to see how his Mom would react. She stood there, breathing slowly, her mouth moving without opening.
"Mom?" Jake tried again, "Are you okay?"
He sounded so worried that Sam had to reassure him, "I'm fine honey, just give me a second."
She continued to work her mouth around, and then it opened and her tongue slipped out to lick around her mouth as if looking for a morsel of food left behind. Sighing, she gave up and opened her eyes.
"Jake, I know you didn't have any control over that happening, it was an accident, like what we did in the kitchen. The fact that these accidents keep happening is bad enough without my son's cum getting in my mouth."
Jake goggled at his mother's choice of words. He smiled a bit as he watched her lick all the way around her mouth. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Trying to see if there's any left on my face. Do you see any?" She looked at him expectantly.
"No, I think you got it all. I am really sorry," Jake said.
"I know honey. I am starting to wonder what is going on here. It's like a porno or something. This doesn't happen in real life, does it?" The smirk she sent his way as she said this told him she was kidding but he decided to play with it.
"It must happen in real life. If this was a porno I'd be delivering a pizza to you here in the pool in my speedo."
They both laughed and got out of the pool. "I'm going to shower and then watch a movie, care to join me?" Sam asked. "For the movie," she added.
Jake smiled and nodded. They took their respective showers and he went down to wait for her in the living room, wearing loose tennis shorts and a t-shirt.
Sam returned to her bedroom after she showered and slumped down on the bed. What was she doing? This was not okay. This was not what mothers did with their sons. Her reactions to seeing his penis she could forgive. The business in the kitchen and pool was much harder to forgive. It came down to how much fun she was having with Jake. She felt sexy and alive, her heart beat faster when they hugged. She could feel her pussy react when his cock was pushed up against her. The taboo of being close to her son physically was like a drug and she was having a hard time saying no.
Where would she go with this? Where could she go? The way they were headed, they could definitely go too far. Have sex with her son? She almost physically recoiled at the thought. That was not going to happen. She couldn't stop being around him, but she could set limits. Be the adult. Fun was fun, but there was a line she couldn't cross.
Eventually Sam came down to the living room. She was dressed in shorts and a button up shirt and she sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her son. She waited for him to stop looking at her chest, and when he looked up to her eyes, she was glad to see him blush. She maintained eye contact.
"First, what we did today was in some dangerous territory. We both had fun, I won't deny that, but I think we were going a bit far. Let's just enjoy each other's company and forget the other stuff, okay?"
Jake nodded, but she could see the disappointment in his face.
"What did you want to watch?" Sam asked.
"Let's see what's on." Jake started to flip through the streaming options, looking for something that would entertain them both. After a while he settled on a stand up comedy special. It was safe, they both enjoyed stand-up.
They settled in to watch and before long they realized that the choice wasn't exactly safe. The comedian was using a lot of humour around sex, and the jokes were getting pretty graphic. Any normal day Jake would be getting uncomfortable watching this stuff with his Mom, but after today it was like a match in a gunpowder room.
They were on opposite ends of the couch but that lasted exactly 5 minutes. She moved over and lay on her side with her head on his lap, asking, "Is this okay?"
Jake could only nod. Despite the hugs and attention today, he had never had anyone actually near his crotch. Did she want to just watch the special? Was it okay that his dick was now growing under her head?
Sam wondered how far she could go and keep things at a safe level. The images being drawn in her mind by the jokes reminded her too much of the feelings she was having earlier. The good fun feelings. She thought that putting her head on his lap, while risky, could also be seen as just innocent cuddling.
The innocence certainly didn't last long. She could feel his cock expanding under her head. It took so little time for young men to show their appreciation, she thought. She lay there for a while but before long the lump was too uncomfortable to lie on. Putting her hand under her head as a buffer had the other benefit of placing it directly on top of her son's cock. Well. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have some fun. Her heart sped up in her chest and she could feel her pussy responding to the Man Cock under her hand.
Jake sat and pretended to watch the TV but his entire being was concentrated on the feeling of his mother's hand on his dick. He moved his hand from the back of the couch where it was draped, to her hip. Slowly he moved on up her side, pausing now and then to see if she would object. Eventually he reached his objective: Her right breast. He placed his hand casually on it, as if he had every right to be there. He felt his Mom give the lightest squeeze on his dick. Was it an accident? Should he respond? He gave an answering squeeze, feeling her nipple in the center of his palm. His Mom gave another squeeze of his dick, a bit harder this time. He responded, also more firmly. This time hefting it through her shirt and bra, feeling the weight of it.
Sam gasped as her son groped her breast. Her heart was beating very fast now and she felt light headed, apart from herself. As if watching from above the couch instead of on it. She gave a firmer squeeze on his cock and this time the response was even more immediate, as she felt it expand under her hand. This was fine. She could handle this. She knew when to stop. In the meantime, she really couldn't say no.
Jake moved his thumb to the crest of her breast, to find her nipple. It was easy, because it was hard. He moved his thumb over her nipple, caressing it, back and forth. Taking as much as he could between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled it out away from her chest. The shirt was getting annoying.
He heard his Mom murmur, "Harder."
He took even more of her nipple and pulled out farther. Again, the shirt and bra were in the way of getting a good grip. He felt a rumble in her chest as she groaned next to him. All the while her hand kept up the squeezing. No rubbing, no pushing. Just a regular squeeze.
Sam was thrilled at the pleasure he was giving her via her nipple. The sensations rippled through her down to her pussy, causing her to push her thighs together. The clothing was not the best. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked flesh, but that was heading down a dangerous path again. Maybe if they just continued with what they were doing, they could finish with their clothes on.
Jake couldn't read his mother's mind. He was frustrated by the clothes in the way of her breast, and the shorts between her hand and his dick.
"Can you sit up for a second Mom?" he asked. She did and he stood up and shucked off his shirt, shorts and underwear. Blushing furiously, but also thinking he had read the signs his Mom was giving, he stood there defiantly.