've always believed that people experience several "seminal moments" in their lives that change their perspective. Some of these moments change a life for the better, such as getting married, or having kids, or maybe even a college degree. Other moments might not be so good, like finding out your husband is a serial abuser, and getting a divorce.
My name is Tiffany. Some of those moments I listed have happened to me. I thought getting married was going to be the best moment in my life, until the birth of my son changed that thought. Then when my ex-husband started abusing me when there started to be problems with his career, the divorce was one of those "good and bad" seminal moments. It was good to get away from him, but being a single mom wasn't what I had planned.
I love my son, and we have worked hard to make it on our own after I kicked his father out and moved on. We've never had lots of material possessions, but we've been able to afford the important things. I'm proud of him for the successes he's had as he matured through the years, and I'm proud of myself for raising an outstanding young man.
But being a single mom has meant that there haven't been a lot of social opportunities for me. I've dated some, but no one really indicated they wanted to take on an instant family, so the opportunities to find another life partner have been slim to none.
I figured the seminal moments in my life were over, and I was honestly good with that. It would be nice to have one special guy that could take care of my needs - including sexual. Finding guys that would be willing for a one-off evening wasn't difficult, but that's not really my style. So more often than not, I'd be by myself, resorting to taking care of my own needs.
I certainly wasn't expecting it when the next seminal moment came along. How it happened completely caught me off guard. But I know that once it happened, I was changed, and not necessarily for the better. In fact, I didn't know what I was going to do about it. But it created a problem, because it was all I could think about.
It started innocently enough. My son Jason had just completed his first year at the local community college. He's always been one to do whatever he can to help others, so he'd been mowing yards in the area for the past four summers. He took care of my small yard, and other people started asking him to work on theirs, and it became a nice way for Jason to make some spending money he could use while he was in school.
His usual pattern was to take care of his clients' yards first, and then when mine needed mowing, he'd usually take care of it in the late afternoon, and often on the weekends. I really didn't pay that much attention to his schedule. I just knew that when the yard needed to be mowed, he would take care of it, and it would look great after he was done.
My seminal moment happened late on a Saturday afternoon. I've told you that I didn't have a lot of gentleman friends since my divorce several years ago, but I did have a couple of other girlfriends that I relied on to help me keep my sanity as a single mom. They were both in the same situation as I, having been left single following their own divorces, although my two current friends have never had children.
We all worked, so usually we would get together on weekends, just to relax and unwind from the previous busy week. One of our favorite activities was to gather at each other's houses to drink some wine and spend time sharing stories and dreams and anything else when we would get together. As the weather warmed into the late spring and summer, we'd often sit outside on the back porch and enjoy ourselves as the late afternoon turned into evening.
That's where we were when my life was changed. It was Saturday, and I was on my porch with my friends Christy and Janice. We were into our third or fourth glass of wine when the back gate to the yard opened and Jason appeared, pushing the mower through so he could take care of the yard. It was no big deal to me, but hearing the sudden gasp of air next to me meant that one of my friends had seen something she didn't expect.
I glanced over to my right and discovered that gasp could have come from either one of them. Both were staring with their mouths open, and the object of their interest was obviously my son Jason. At first, I was amused, thinking that their seeing my son would create a reaction like that. I wondered if they were just being nice to me, making me feel good about the fine young man my son turned out to be.
But the more they watched Jason as he prepared to start the mower, the more I realized that they weren't being kind to me. They were smitten, and they were not trying to hide it at all. Any conversation we were having was halted. They had more important things to think about, and talking could wait for later.
I chuckled to myself. To think that my son could grab the attention of my friends so quickly and strongly was funny to me. I knew Jason was a good kid. He had played sports in high school, and his mowing business certainly helped him stay in shape. I suppose you could call him a good-looking young man, but I never really paid attention to that because he was my son, and no matter what he looked like, he was the main focus of my life once the two of us were by ourselves, and I wanted to make sure he had every opportunity to be successful in life.
Jason had no clue that my two friends were suddenly infatuated with him. So, when he reached for the tail of his t-shirt to pull it up over his head, he also didn't know that my friends could barely contain their excitement. If Jason in shorts and a T-shirt was enough to grab their attention, a shirtless Jason took that to the next level.
When he reached down to grab the starter rope and then rose to pull it, Christy could no longer keep silent. As the mower roared to life, I heard her mutter, "O my god, look at those muscles." I looked at her again in time to see her lick her lips. Another glace to Janice showed me that she approved of Jason's technique of mower starting as well.
I continued to watch them as Jason started on the yard. It was funny to me to look over and watch as their eyes followed his every step, as if they were watching a tennis match in slow motion and following the ball back and forth across the net. So far, they hadn't started touching themselves, but I was sure they were thinking about it.
After a few minutes, I couldn't help myself. I had to say something, even if just to break the tension that was now in the air. I looked over at the two of them and said, "Ladies, are you enjoying the show?"
It was Janice who spoke first. "What do you think? How often do you get your own show put on by a young hunk? I know he's thinking he's mowing your yard, but in my mind, he's out there sweating for me!"
Young hunk? I'd never heard Janice speak like this before, so I shifted to Christy and said, "Do you also think he's a young hunk, as Janice says?"
Without looking away from Jason, Christy replied, "Yes - he would certainly qualify for my definition of a young hunk."
I was surprised - my two best friends were watching my son and saying things about him that never crossed my mind! While it was funny watching them to see how they were reacting to Jason, it was also a little disturbing, perhaps because I certainly wasn't expecting them to suddenly start acting this way.
I watched them as they watched Jason for a few more moments. If I had any doubts about the thoughts in their mind as they watched him, they were erased when Christy sighed and said, "I wonder if he could fit my yard into his schedule?"
Before I could respond, Janice said, "I'd LOVE to fit him into my schedule...over and over and over! Do you think he'd come over and check the trim on my bush?"
Christy giggled and said, "If he wants to trim bushes, I'd grow mine back for him!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They were talking about my son, and I was sitting right next to them! Didn't they have any shame?
"Uh...excuse me, ladies...I'm right here, and I can hear everything you are saying!"
That broke Janice out of her trance, and she looked at me with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Tiff, but have you looked at your son lately? Can you blame us for daydreaming about him? Fuck, Tiffany - he's a god!"
Christy chimed in. "Face it, Tiff - he's got all the features that us lonely 40-something single women want - muscles, muscles, a handsome face, muscles...I mean look at him! Do you see any flaws?"
Their words echoed in my mind as I turned to watch Jason making rounds with the mower in the back yard. And there it was - the next seminal moment in my life, the one I never dreamed I would have. For the first time, I wasn't looking at Jason as my son. Instead, I was looking at him the same way Christy and Janice were, and I was shocked at what I saw.
He was a hunk - an Adonis - a well-crafted physical specimen of youth and muscle and brawn and sweat. Why had I not seen this before? I had been so busy being his mom that I never thought of him as a desirable man. But as I watched him mow, I couldn't deny that fact any longer.
His tan body was glistening in the sweat of the late afternoon. His muscles literally rippled as he steered the mower through the tall grass. I could see the formation of his pecs as he walked toward us, and the layers of muscles in his back as he walked away. I looked at the tightness of his shorts and noticed how well rounded his butt was, which was made more noticeable with each step he took.
I had looked at his face about a million times as he grew up, but right then I noticed how handsome he was. His eyes were a shiny light blue, taking after his father's side of the family (one of the reasons I was initially attracted to his dad). I knew that other factors that made a person attractive - personality, charm, wit, and wisdom - were all strong with him just from being near him nearly every day of his life.
But the moment I knew things had definitely changed was when I looked at the front of his shorts and wondered what they were hiding. It had been a long time since I had seen him naked, and that was just as a mother taking care of her young son. I've never tried to sneak peeks to see what he had. I've always made sure that we both had the individual privacy we needed.
But as I considered that hidden aspect of Jason, I was both aroused and ashamed at the same time. I was not proud of myself at discovering this new perspective of my handsome son. But I couldn't deny that Janice and Christy were not wrong when they called him a hunk.
Jason mowed the last little strip of grass in the middle of the yard and shut off the mower. The three of us watched as he pushed the mower to the shed to store it. He went out through the fence to get the rest of his mowing equipment off the little trailer he pulled behind his truck when he went on his jobs. Once he had put all the mowing equipment away, he shut the shed and turned toward us.
He picked up his discarded shirt off the ground and shook it in front of him to remove any loose grass clippings. I heard another gasp of air to the right of me as his arm muscles danced and rippled while he shook the shirt. He began walking to where we were on the back porch. I heard the chairs rustle as my friends sat up a little straighter in anticipation of Jason getting close.
He stepped up on the porch and came over to me, bending down to give me a kiss on my cheek. He'd done that many times before, but this was the first time that the softness of his lips left an electric tingle on my cheek. He looked over at my friends and said, "Hello, Christy and Janice. You ladies look lovely this evening!"
They smiled as he turned back to me and said, "I'm going in to take a shower, and then after I can help you make dinner." I just nodded my head in agreement as he turned back to the other two and with a smile, said, "Nice to see you again - let me know if you'd like help with your yards."
Jason went through the back door and into the house, but the aura he left behind still burned brightly. Christy quickly stood up and headed down the steps. When she reached the ground, she looked back at us and said, "I've got to go - there's something I need to take care of at home. Bye!"
As Christy slipped out the front gate, Janice and I looked at each other and grinned. Christy was never shy about letting us know that she took care of herself often, so we knew what she was going to take care of at home, even though she didn't come right out and tell us that she was going to masturbate to the image my son presented her. But I knew the effect my new realization of Jason was having on me, so I wasn't surprised that she wanted to get home and do something about it.
Janice said, "Why didn't you tell us that he was this gorgeous young man? Were you afraid to let us know?"
I shook my head. "He's my son - I don't look at him that way. I've watched him grow up, so I've never looked at him like you two horny bitches did today!"
She laughed at me and said, "Well, I tell you - if he weren't the son of my friend, I know I would do whatever I could to see if he'd come over to mow my yard and take alternate payment, if you know what I mean!"
She stood up and made her way down the back steps. Turning back to me, she said, "I think Christy had the right idea. I'm sure I can find something to take care of when I get back home!"
I headed inside into the cool of the house. Our little three-bedroom house wasn't too much, but it was perfect for Jason and me. There just wasn't a lot of extra room, and as I walked through the kitchen, I could hear the water of the shower running on the other side of the kitchen wall. Before this afternoon, I wouldn't have thought anything of it. But since my eyes had been opened, all I could think about was Jason soaping that chiseled body, standing nude under the flow of the showerhead.
I had to stop this. I couldn't let myself think of my son as a sexual object. There was no way anything could happen because he was my son, for god's sake! I'm certainly not the most conservative person in the world, but there were lines I would not cross, and incest was at the top of that list.
And then my traitor mind brought up the image of my son sweating in the late afternoon heat as he mowed the yard, followed by my imagination kicking in and picturing him rinsing his body under the shower, wondering if he got hard as he washed what I'm sure was his beautiful cock. A shiver ran through my body, and for some reason, I headed to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me as I crawled on my bed.
I suddenly felt flush, and my body was heating up as if I had too much sun today. But I knew that wasn't it, and I confirmed it for myself by reaching down between my legs and feeling the heat of a working furnace over the outside of my panties and shorts. Ordinarily when that feeling came over me, I would do what I imagined Christy and Janice were doing right now. But I couldn't while thinking about my son. I couldn't let myself stoop to that level of depravity.
I tried to clear my mind. I grabbed a book from my night table and started reading, although I could not tell you what the book was about. It did help, however, and in about ten minutes the flush had gone, and I felt I could get up again. I knew Jason was going to want dinner, so I put the book down and headed back for the kitchen.
I stepped out into the hall just as Jason was coming out of the bathroom. His hair was still damp and tousled, and all he was wearing was his white towel wrapped around his waist. I've seen him like this before, so it shouldn't have been any big deal. But I couldn't help but glance at his groin area, and I noticed that there was a considerable bulge present. I looked immediately at the floor and headed into the kitchen. I felt the flush color my cheeks again. Damn those two horny women - things were great between me and my son until they brought up their own sexual thoughts about him!
I busied myself with dinner preparations. Jason came walking in about ten minutes after I had seen him in the towel. I resisted looking up at him for a few minutes, but I knew I had to get past this, and since we lived in this small house together, that meant looking at him again as my son and not as a potential sex partner.
I looked up and saw that he had on shorts and a t-shirt - which is what he would normally wear in the spring and summer. I turned back to the food I was making, but when he walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder, I nearly jumped. He could see and feel the tension and asked, "Mom, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."
I looked into those soft blue eyes of his and replied, "I'm fine - I just wasn't expecting it. Why don't you sit down while I finish this up, it won't be much longer."
He shuffled over to the table as I finished making dinner. I had so many things on my mind, and yet I couldn't really talk to him about any of them, even though he was in all those thoughts. I didn't want this to be an uncomfortable dinner just because my mind was in a disgusting and impossible place, so I needed to come up with something to say so that we didn't sit there in silence.
I brought the food over and joined him at the table. We each tossed out idle chit-chat bits and pieces, and the conversation ended up coming back to my friends on the porch with me earlier. It was getting a little edgy, because I really didn't want him to know how lustfully they looked at him as he mowed, but he ended up there anyway.
"I've never really mowed for an audience of sexy women before," he said as he loaded up his fork with another bite.
I nearly choked on the food in my mouth, and once I swallowed it, I replied, "Oh, what do you mean?"
He chuckled and said, "I could tell that all of you were enjoying watching me mow the yard. It may have looked like I wasn't paying attention, but I promise you I could see the expression on their faces, and I knew they were having a good time. Why do you think I took off my shirt?"
I've seriously never considered my son as a sexual creature before this afternoon, but with the thoughts my friends put in my head, and with this revelation that he was performing for us as he mowed, I knew that he'd never be thought of as my little boy again. My son had grown into a man, with the normal cravings and needs a man has.
He was smirking by now, as if he was savoring the power he had over me and my friends. I wondered if he could sense that power now, over me, as we sat at the table? I was trying very hard not to let him see that things had changed between us - at least on my side. But it was a struggle, and it had only been an hour since my eyes had been opened. What was I going to do to handle this going forward? How was I going to be able to control these thoughts and cravings that now plagued me?
So, I couldn't help myself when I continued with the theme of the conversation he had set. "Well...they were mentioning how much they would like to have you come and mow their yards. Apparently, they highly approve of your work."
Jason put his fork down and looked up at me. The smile on his face was as big as I'd seen in a while. I could tell that he knew what the underlying theme of my statement was all about. He thought for a second, and then said, "I think we could work that out. You tell them that I promise they will not be disappointed with my effort."
With that left out in the air, he stood up and took his plate to the sink. He started washing the dishes I had left behind as I prepared dinner, and as I looked back at him, I was enthralled once again at watching the muscles on his arms and back ripple as he washed and dried.
I wanted him. I wanted to know so many things about Jason the man - as many things as I knew about Jason the child as he was growing up. But the things I wanted to know were completely different. I no longer wanted to know what kind of clothes he wanted to wear to school, or what his favorite foods were, or creating opportunities for him to become responsible as he grew. Now my wants for him centered around finding out what Jason the man liked, and what he could do to my body.And yet I knew that wasn't going to happen. He was my son, for god's sake! As much as I've learned to see him as an attractive and sexy young man, I could not let myself fall prey to my own sexual needs. I wanted to know so many things - how would he be with a woman in bed? What equipment was he packing? Did he know how to use it? I might have been able to sneak a peek at him sometime, but the other questions could never be answered.
And then I thought of Christy and Janice. It was obvious that they were both infatuated with my son as we watched him mow earlier. It was also obvious they were going home with the image of his sweaty, shirtless physique in their minds to enjoy themselves. I certainly couldn't blame them, after they had opened my eyes to what a handsome young stud he had become.
Suddenly a perverted idea came from somewhere in the recesses of my mind. I couldn't fuck my son - that just wasn't going to happen. I mentally had to establish my role as Jason's parent again, and not explore my new desire as his lover. But if I could convince somebody else to experience him as a man and then share with me, it would be the next best thing.
Finding that person was going to be easy - actually, too easy, since I had seen how my two friends had reacted to Jason. It wasn't necessary to choose one or another to fulfill my plan. There wasn't any reason to limit it to just one of them. If both Christy and Janice got to experience what I never could, I'd have two stories, and that would make it twice as good.
Was it normal that a mom wanted her friends to fuck her son? Probably not, but then I also knew it wasn't normal for a mom to want to fuck her own son as much as I suddenly did. So, comparing the two options, the first was obviously the best for me, since the second just could not happen.
Now all I had to do was to get the plan in motion, and I really felt that was going to be the easy part. I knew that getting it started as quickly as I could was probably the best, since the image of my sweaty son mowing this afternoon would still be fresh in the minds of my friends. I wasn't going to come straight out and ask Christy and Janice to fuck my son and then come and tell me all about it. But I knew if they were able to experience what I never could with Jason, I could get them to tell me all about it. After all, half of the fun of fucking some young stud is sharing your experience with others.
I stood up and took my plate over to Jason, who was still washing dishes in the sink. I placed it on the counter next to him, and then stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his muscular chest from behind, pressing my groin into his ass in the process. I could have stood there for the rest of the night, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed. I could have ground my pussy into his muscular butt until I became weak with an orgasm. As much as I didn't want to, I had to break away.
As I stepped back, Jason turned around and smiled. I blushed as I realized that as I pressed my body against his, he was getting the same experience. My breasts aren't large, but I was pretty sure he could feel them against his back as I hugged him. I hadn't thought about the effect the hug might have had on him, and yet I didn't dare look down at his shorts to see if that effect was visible.
Instead, I looked in his eyes and said, "Thanks for taking care of the dishes, Jason. You're such a good young man."
He leaned down and I prepared for a kiss on the cheek, so it caught me completely off guard when his lips met mine. My knees became instantly weak, and I couldn't let this kiss continue. Fortunately, he only offered a quick peck, but it was enough to restart the furnace down between my legs. As he turned back to the sink, he offered a quick, "Love you, mom" to me. I was without words now, so I headed to my bedroom.
Ashamedly, I couldn't stop myself, and before long, my fingers were exploring the wetness created by my hug and Jason's kiss, and I joined Christy and Janice in using the image of my sweaty hunk of a son mowing the yard to bring me to a most satisfying - if guilt creating - orgasm. Normally when I cum at night, I'm able to fall right to a heavy sleep, but it wasn't happening this time. There were too many confusing and inappropriate thoughts floating through my 40-something brain.
I reached for my phone and texted my two friends - "We need to get together tomorrow, when and where?"
I figured an answer would come quickly, and in less than five minutes, Janice responded - "My place at 3 in the afternoon."
A couple of minutes later, Christy agreed. The plan had been set in motion. I had to convince my two best friends to fuck my son and then share the details with me. I didn't see how this could possibly fail, since I knew my friends would be more than willing to help me. Convincing them to share after they had experienced what my son had to offer might be a little strange, but it was the only way I was going to know what I could never learn on my own - what it would be like to experience Jason as a lover, and not as my son.
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The clock moved slowly on Sunday. I kept glancing at it, thinking thirty minutes had gone by since the last time I checked, only to find out it was five to ten minutes. I had spent most of the morning thinking about how I was going to spring this on my friends. We had always been open with each other, but never to this extent. And while neither Christy or Janice had sons that were at young adult stage like Jason, I couldn't imagine one of them coming to me asking if I would fuck her son and tell her about it. It was just too far-fetched.
But at this point, it was my only solution. I could drop hints or encourage Jason himself to flirt with my friends until they decided on their own that they wanted to sample him. But this rage in my brain that my friends had planted yesterday was strong, and I wanted to know as quickly as possible. Neither Janice nor Christy would ever be confused with a rocket scientist, so perhaps the best way was to just say it - straight out in the open.
My only strong point was that I was going to be able to blame my infatuation of my son on my friends' lurid behavior as we watched Jason mow yesterday. When they left, they both pretty much came straight out and said they had to go home and masturbate with the thought of my shirtless son helping them along. Until that time, I had only looked at him as my son, whom I had raised by myself for several years. Until yesterday, I'd never seen him as a stunning sexual specimen who needed to be unwrapped and used.
But they had changed my vision, and now I was struggling with the notion that I lived under the same roof with the young man that had dominated my fantasies since I had looked at him in the same mode as my friends. Even this morning, as I made my way to the bathroom after getting out of bed early, I stopped at his closed door, leaning over to see if I could hear anything going on. Though it was silent, the picture in my mind was of my son, lying naked on his bed, with his right hand clamped firmly around his big cock, slowly stroking until he sprayed his chest and abdomen with a strong white stream of cum. By the time I made it into the bathroom, my pussy was soaked, and as much as I wanted to do something about it, I knew that I had to let thoughts like that go or I would never get anything done.
It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since my eyes had been opened, and yet unbeknownst to him, my son had a tight sexual hold over me that I knew I would never be able to release, unless my plan for my friends provided me with some relief. It was a long shot at best, I knew. But for now, it was the best plan I could envision.
I decided to come straight out with the truth. My friends were the type that would never share my secrets, and they believed that about me as well. So essentially baring my soul about my son would be just between the three of us. And I didn't think I had to worry about how warped and wrong my thoughts were in their mind. I felt that even if I shared all my thoughts with them, they would still be my friends.
About noon, Jason came into the living room where I was reading a book. I quickly noticed that all he had on was a pair of athletic shorts. I had resolved to look only at his face when I first saw him, since I didn't know how he would look when he got up and came out of his room. Sunday was his day to sleep late since he mowed yards early every other day. He came over and gave me his usual good morning kiss on the cheek, before heading into the kitchen to find something to eat.
I resisted watching him walk away from me. I had seen what that looked like as he mowed yesterday, and I wasn't going to allow myself to ogle him today. I checked the clock again - and again, it had barely moved. I continued reading until Jason came back into the room with a couple of sandwiches for his lunch. He sat down next to me and started eating.
I didn't look at him - I couldn't let myself see my shirtless son enjoying his lunch. Apparently, he was uncomfortable with the silence between the two of us, so between bites, he started to talk.
"Mom, what are your plans for the day?"
Without looking up, I said, "Later I'm going over to spend some of the afternoon with Janice and Christy. What are you going to do?"
He swallowed another bite and then replied, "I think I'm going to go play games at Maurice's house. He's got a new large computer monitor and I want to see what the games look like on it."
That conversation killed thirty seconds. He took another couple of bites of his sandwich, and then out of the blue said, "Janice and Christy? The two ladies that were over here yesterday? Do you really think they want me to mow their yards?"
I know I blushed as soon as I heard his question, so I hid my face behind my book and replied, "I'm sure they would like that. They don't have anybody like I do to keep their yards looking good, so either they do it themselves, or try to find someone to take care of it for them. If you took them on, I'm sure they would feel much better about the situation and would be most pleased with how you would take care of them."
Before I finished that last sentence, I realized that it was going to carry a strong sexual connotation. Jason chuckled, indicating he got the connotation as well. He said, "Since you are going to see them this afternoon, do you think you could ask them if they desire my services? After watching me yesterday, I think they got a very good vision of the quality of my work."
He stood up to take his plate back to the kitchen, but before he could go, I asked him, "Shall I give them your cell phone number then, so they can contact you?"
He chuckled again and said, "Absolutely - I'd love to have their numbers!"
He disappeared into the kitchen, and then came back out to head to his room. When he re-emerged, he had changed shorts and put on a t-shirt. I heard him take his keys from the table by the door, and as he opened it, he said, "I'm heading over to Maurice's house. I'll be back in time for dinner. Pizza delivered sound good to you tonight? My treat!"
I replied, "Sounds wonderful, Jason. Have a good time with your friend."
He left, and I went back to the mind-numbing process of watching time march slowly on. Finally, I couldn't wait anymore. I made it on my own to 2:15, but I couldn't go any longer. I sent a text to Janice, asking if I could come over early. She said that was fine, and she would see if Christy could come early as well.
I hopped in my car and made the short trip to Janice's house. She welcomed me with a hug, which made me wonder if she could feel the tension in my body. Christy arrived shortly after, and much like we had done yesterday, we retreated to the back patio of her house with a glass of wine to enjoy the great outdoors.
I had taken a couple of sips when Christy looked at me and said, "Okay, girl. You are the one that called this little meeting, so tell us what's on your mind."
Could I do this? Could I ask my two best friends to fuck my son and then share their experiences with me, since I couldn't fuck him myself? If I didn't do it right then, I doubt I could do it later. I gathered up my courage and dove in headfirst.
"Okay - I know you enjoyed watching Jason mow my yard yesterday afternoon. And I know that both of you went home and enjoyed it again later."
They "hmmmed" and "hawed" for a few seconds before I continued. "The reason I wanted to meet with you is to see if you wanted him to come and mow your yards as well. You saw the job he did on mine - in fact, you both watched him quite closely the entire time. He is very interested in adding you to his client list. In fact, he gave me permission to give you his phone number if you want to call him."
Christy and Janice looked at each other and smiled. Janice said, "Well, I don't know about Christy, but I would love to know that my yard is going to be take care of by such an outstanding young man as Jason." Getting her phone out, she continued, "Please give me his number, and I'll save it right now."
I started to share Jason's digits, but I noticed that Christy was reaching for her phone as well, so I waited until she was ready. After they took Jason's number, they both put their phones down and smiled at each other. They were playing right into my plan. It was time for part two.
"Now, I need to let you two know that I'm extremely angry with you, and the only way you can make it up to me is to perform a little task and share the results with me."
I think they were genuinely taken aback by my forward statement. They looked at each other, before looking back at me. Christy asked, "What the hell did we do to you?"
It was now or never. "When you were watching Jason mow yesterday, you kept telling me how hot he was, especially when he had taken off his shirt. I think you also commented on his ass as well, and all that talk about what a young hunk he was."
Janice gasped. "Well, what did you expect? You saw him, didn't you?"
I cut her off. "That's exactly what I mean. Until yesterday afternoon on that porch with you, I had never looked at Jason in that way. He was always Jason my little boy, who I admit grew up into a fine young man, but I never looked at him as an Adonis or a sexy hunk or someone with whom I'd like to arrange an alternate payment system with when he mowed my yard."
My friends looked away from me - Christy down at her feet, and Janice out into the yard. I didn't want them to think I was too upset with them, so I continued explaining my plan to them.
"Girls, listen - I don't blame you for that. You were just doing what I would also do with you if it had been anybody else but my son. I'm not angry with you at that part. It's just that...well...what you were saying yesterday opened my eyes, and for the first time, I looked at my son as the hunk you saw, and not as the little boy I raised."
They both looked at me, and I could tell they weren't quite understanding what I was saying. So, I made it easier for them to understand.
"Girls - yes or no, did you leave my house yesterday to go home and masturbate to the image of my son in your mind? Tell me the truth, I can handle it!"
The sheepish grins on their faces told me the answer, but to make it official, they both nodded.
I kept on going. "Thank you for being truthful, I appreciate that. Time for me to be truthful...I did the same thing in bed last night."
Janice looked at me with wide eyes and said, "You mean while you were thinking of Jason?"
I smiled and nodded, answering her question in the same way they had answered mine. "You don't understand how difficult this is for me. I seriously hadn't looked at Jason that way until you two started drooling over him. Now I can't get that thought out of my mind! I know it's only been a day and maybe it will go away. But he came out of his bedroom this morning wearing only athletic shorts, and I had to force myself not to look at him anywhere but his face. Will it go away? I don't know, but right now, these thoughts are raging inside."
There were a few minutes of silence on the patio when Christy tossed out to me what must have been a brave question.
"So, Tiff...are you considering...you know..."
I didn't force her to ask the rest of the question, since I knew what she was asking.
"No, of course not. He's my son, and I'm not going to have that kind of relationship with him."
More silence, and then a question from Janice - "So what is it that we can do?"
This was the part of that plan that was the riskiest, but it was also the part that I needed the most if I was going to deal with this for however long it took to go away. I looked at both and said, "Look, you're both attractive women, and I know what you think of Jason. I believe Jason thinks you are attractive as well. I know it's strange for a mother to say this but...well, there's no other way to say it. I'm giving permission for both of you to sleep with Jason. In fact, I want to encourage both of you to enjoy him, since you think he can take 'good care' of your needs."
I air-quoted the words "good care," since I wanted them to know exactly what I was encouraging. There was another period of silence, before Janice had another question.
"So how is us sleeping with Jason going to help you?"
I swallowed another sip of wine and then replied, "I know this is going to be the weird part..."
Christy interrupted me and exclaimed, "You mean what we've heard so far isn't the weirdest part of this?"
I couldn't help but chuckle, and her comment helped to break the tension in the air. "We all know that I'm not going to have sex with my son. But if both of you do, I was hoping that maybe you'd share some of your experiences with me, so that I can see what kind of a lover Jason is, and what his equipment looks like, and if he knows how to treat a woman properly with it." I let that sink in for a moment, and then added, "I need you to be my sex surrogate with my son, so I can know what it's like to fuck him."
There, I'd said it. I realized I was sweating, and as I reached for my wine glass, the tremors in my arm were easily visible. I couldn't look at either one of them right now, for fear that I might not be able to handle their look of disgust that I could suggest such a plan.
It was Janice who spoke first. "That's got to be about the craziest idea I've ever heard!"
I forced myself to look at her. "Crazier than me fucking my own son? Crazier than committing an illegal and immoral act just to satisfy the sexual fire that has been built inside me?"
There were another few moments of silence, and then Christy said, "Tiff, would it be that bad if you gave in and let your son fuck you? We've all been on a long dry spell, but now we have this sexual specimen named Jason who could change that, and that includes for you! You won't have to ever tell anybody else, and you know Janice and I will take this to our graves with us."
"UGHHHHH!" I yelled out. "I just can't - I can't let that be a part of my relationship with my son! What would happen if down the road he became disgusted because his mother had to know what it was like to fuck him? I could not live with anything happening that would destroy the regular relationship I have with my son. It would tear me apart inside to see something happen to the son I've loved so much and worked so hard to get him to this point."
Janice stood up and moved her chair closer to me before sitting down again. "It's okay, Tiffany. We're not going to make you do that. I see why you might be afraid of losing him if he started having second thoughts, even though I don't think that would ever happen, and I'm sure Christy agrees with me."We both looked over at Christy, and she nodded her head in agreement.
"Are you sure he's going to want to be sexual with us?" Janice asked. "We're both over 20 years older than him, and with a body like his, I'm sure he could find plenty of girls his own age."
I shook my head no. "When he and I were eating dinner last night after you two drooled over him, he told me that he'd never had such a sexy audience watching him mow, and that he purposely took off his shirt just because he knew you were watching."
A sly smile broke out over both their faces. "He was putting on a show for us?" Janice asked. "I think I might have just released more than a little juice between my legs hearing that!"
Christy looked over at me and smiled. "Tiff, because we love you so much, we're going to make this sacrifice for you and let your son fuck us. It will be a sacrifice, but we would do it just for you."
Janice nodded as she grinned. "We don't necessarily WANT to do this, but since you need to know, we'll do it because we love you so much!"
I flipped them both off, but I knew they were doing me a favor if they would share with me what my son was like in bed. At least the details they could share with me would give me somewhat of an idea of what it would be like for me to be with him, since that would never happen.
I got up to go back home, but before I left, I turned back to my friends. "Remember, part of this detail is you sharing with me when you've finished with him. Don't hold anything back - I want to know every detail of how good a lover my son is."
They both smiled, and Janice replied, "Every detail - don't worry, Tiffany. When we get done telling you about it, you'll be sopping wet, even it if is your son we're talking about!"
******
It was early Tuesday morning, and I was getting ready for work when my phone beeped, indicating a message had come through. I checked, and it was me and my friend's group chat. Janice had sent the following message - "Jason is coming to mow my yard at 4:00 this afternoon. I'm already so excited, I can't keep my hands off myself!"
Part of me was a little disgusted at her message, but more of me was excited as well. I knew I would be able to find out things from her that I'd never be able to find out on my own. But I had no words to answer her - how does a mother tell one of her best friends that she hopes her son fucks her well?
I decided that not answering was the best solution, but before I could put my phone down, it beeped again, this one from Christy - "I guess you'll have to wait until I'm done with him, because he's coming to my house at 10:00!"
My son was going to fuck them both on the same day! I guess if nothing else, I was proud of the stamina I figured it would take to satisfy both of my friends. But then I knew he was in amazing shape, as we all witnessed while he mowed my yard last week. And as horny as I knew my two friends were, it wouldn't take much to make them extremely happy.
I was about to head to the shower when Janice sent another message - "Don't wear him out, bitch! Make sure he saves some for me!"
Despite the zaniness of this whole thing, I had to chuckle. My friends wanted this - they wanted my son, and not just because they could tell me how it was. They wanted him to satisfy the sexual cravings they experienced all the time - the same cravings I experienced as well. I just couldn't let my son be the one to satisfy me.
I showered and dressed. Just before I headed to work, Jason came out of his room, again wearing only a pair of athletic shorts as he stumbled into the bathroom. He must not have seen me, because usually he said something to me in the mornings. I didn't know if I could face him, knowing what he was going to do later in the day, so I left him in the bathroom and went on to work.
To say my mind wasn't focused on my job would be an understatement. My son and my friends were all I could think about. I easily pictured Jason - hot and sweaty after mowing their yards - embracing Janice and Christy, and then I could see him naked with each of them, and then I could see...well, I had to stop thinking about it, or else I might have needed to slip off to the restroom to take care of myself.
I glanced at my watch at 10:30. I knew he would be done with Christy's yard by then, and I wondered if she was already experiencing what Jason could give her. I felt a flush in my cheeks as a quick mental image of my strong son plunging in and out of my friend came to me. Christy was an attractive woman, and I knew she was usually like me, bemoaning the fact that we didn't have anybody to take care of us sexually. This morning, she did, and it was happening right at that moment.
I somehow made it to lunchtime, but I had absolutely no appetite. I knew that Jason was more than likely done with Christy by now, and in a matter of a few hours, he would be with Janice. It was at that moment that I started feeling a little jealous of my two friends. Christy had already experienced my son and his sexual ability, and Janice soon would, and while I was happy for them, I realized that it didn't matter what they told me about Jason's performance, it would not scratch the itch I constantly felt when it had been too long since I had sex with anyone else.
With those thoughts in mind, I realized I didn't want to hear from Janice and Christy. It would do me no good. I didn't want to be upset with my friends getting to experience Jason and have him bring an end to their dry spells. But the details they would share with me would only deepen my jealousy, and I didn't want to experience that at all.
I didn't even pay attention to the time when Jason would have arrived at Janice's house. All I could think about was having this day over with, so I could go home and enjoy some wine and try to put my sexual thoughts for my son aside. I was never more relieved to see 5:00 than I was on that day. The fifteen-minute drive home seemed to take forever, and when I finally pulled into my driveway, I felt a sense of relief.
I was sitting on my back porch - the same porch where my sexual thoughts about my son were awakened last weekend - when Jason got home. He came straight to me, telling me 'Hello' and bending to give me a kiss - not on the cheek as he normally did, but on the lips. I felt an electric charge through my body, followed immediately by another attack of jealousy, since I realized the lips he used to kiss me had probably kissed my friends today, and had probably been in more intimate places with them as well.
Jason sat on the chair next to me. "Mom, I've had a busy day, and I don't really feel like making you cook anything tonight. Why don't we get Italian and bring it home. I'll go get it, and we can enjoy a nice meal together without having to work at it."
I smiled - he was so thoughtful, and he was correct - I certainly didn't feel like cooking anything as I wallowed in my jealous feelings towards my friends. "That sounds wonderful, Jason. You know what I want. Let me get you my credit card."
Jason shook his head. "This is my treat tonight. I've had a very good day, and I want to share my good fortune with you."
I started to protest, but he would have nothing of it. He pulled his phone out and called our very favorite Italian restaurant and placed an order. Within minutes, he was out the door to pick it up. I felt a little energized by his thoughtfulness, so I got up and set the table with some of our fancy dishes, and even dug out a couple of candles to give us some nice ambience as we ate our meal.
Jason was back in twenty minutes. He sat the food on the table and leaned over to give me another kiss - a second one on the lips. It was a harmless peck, but it stirred something deep inside me. He got the food out of the bag and placed our orders at our places at the table. I watched as he carefully opened his food and dished it on the plate I had set. I did the same thing, trying to ignore what his kisses had done to me.
As we ate, he started talking about his day. At some point in the conversation, he said, "Oh, I about forgot. I mowed the yards of both Christy and Janice today. They were very nice and tipped me generously. It's because of them that we are enjoying this delicious Italian food."
I was about to put a bite in my mouth when he mentioned Christy and Janice and I stopped, watching him as he told me about mowing their yard and getting a nice tip. He didn't let on that he did anything else with them, but I asked him, "Do you think they were satisfied with the job you did for them?"
After that question, a big smile appeared on his face. "Oh, I think they were both VERY satisfied. They've asked me to put them on my regular client list. I'll be mowing their yard once a week until growing season is over."
The implication of that statement was not lost on me. My friends were going to get fucked by Jason once a week. Again, I should have been happy for them, but I wasn't finding any happiness at all with that knowledge. I had to get away from that conversation, so I started talking to Jason about his plans for his second year of community college, and his plans after that. It didn't take my mind completely off what he was doing with my friends, but it helped a little.
We finished eating. Jason said, "Mom, would you clean up? I need to go take a shower, and then after, let's find a movie to watch together." I smiled and told him I'd put things away, and he headed off into the bathroom for his shower. I hurried to get the dishes put in the dishwasher since I wanted to be in the living room when he got out of the shower.
I'd turned on the TV and was scrolling for movies when Jason came back. I glanced over at him and was very surprised to see that he hadn't gotten dressed yet. All he was wearing was a white towel around his waist. His chiseled upper body was completely visible, and it sent a flush through my body. Jason came and joined me on the couch.
I turned to look at the TV and said, "What would you like to watch?"
He took the remote from my hand and turned the TV off. I looked at him and asked, "Why did you do that? I thought you wanted to watch a movie."
"Mom, we need to talk first. I need to tell you about my day today."
I shook my head. "You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to, Jason. Your private business is not my business, so don't feel like you need to tell me anything."
I looked at my strong boy, and butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. I tried to turn away, but he brought his hand to my chin and turned my head to face him.
"Mom, please listen. I didn't have sex with Christy and Janice today. I would have. They are both beautiful women, and even though they are older than I am, I would still make love to them any day of the week. But I didn't, and I wanted you to know."
I was certainly surprised to hear this! I knew how horny my friends were after lusting after him while he mowed my yard on Saturday, and I knew that if they watched him mow theirs today, their lust would have escalated even higher. But again, it wasn't my business.
"Jason, you don't have to tell me that. I don't need to know what you do with anybody, and that includes my friends, although they would more than likely tell me on their own."
Jason chuckled, and then got serious again. "They told me what you had done to arrange this. They told me what your plan was."
Suddenly a wave of embarrassment washed over me, followed by anger at my best friends for betraying my secret. How could they do that to me? I knew my reasoning for this to happen was so that my own desire could be somewhat fulfilled. But I had specifically told them that only the three of us were to know about my plan. They had broken my trust, and I didn't know in that instant if our friendship would ever be the same.
I turned to Jason as a tear streamed down my face. "I'm sorry, Jason. That was a bad thing for me to do. I should not have tried to interfere..."
He cut me off. "Mom, I'm not mad about it! Please don't cry! Let me explain, and then we can talk about it if you want. They told me why you wanted me to be with them, and honestly, I'm not all that surprised, because I've seen the way you've been looking at me the last couple of days, and quite frankly, I've been playing off that. I knew when I took off my shirt while I mowed your yard in front of Christy and Janice Saturday that they were going to like it, but I didn't know you would like it like it as well."
It was my turn to interrupt him. "Jason, until that day, I promise you that I've never looked at you as anything other than my son. But when my friends saw you - especially after you took off your shirt, I saw for the first time just how strong and well-built and...and sexy you were! But I knew I was being a bad mother, and I knew it couldn't go any farther than that.
"So...I asked them to do a terrible thing - I asked them to have sex with you, so that they could tell me how good you were, and what you were like with them. It sounds so horrible now because it is horrible. I'm so sorry, Jason. I really let you down, and I hope you won't be too mad at me. I'll never do something like that again."
By this time, I was nearly sobbing, and the tears were racing down my face and ending up on my shirt. Jason slid over next to me and wrapped me up in a hug. I realized it was his bare upper torso that my arms were wrapped around, but any lust I might have been feeling for him earlier had been replaced with shame.
He leaned back a little and put his hand under my chin again, lifting my face to him. "Mom, really - I'm not mad about it. In fact, I'm a little turned on by it! I just didn't expect you to have some of the same feelings your friends were. But that's okay. I'm glad you also enjoyed what you saw."
He looked at me with his beautiful eyes, and I couldn't help but smile a little bit. Once I got the sobbing stopped and was able to talk again, I asked him, "So were the girls mad that you wouldn't have sex with them?"
He grinned. "It wasn't me that wouldn't have sex with them. I was all ready to enjoy both today, since I knew they enjoyed what they had seen Saturday. No, they were the ones that said there wasn't going to be any sex today, and that there wouldn't be any until I completed one assignment they had for me."
I couldn't believe Janice and Christy had turned Jason down, especially after all the noise they made about how sexy he was and that they had gone home to masturbate after watching him mow! I was immediately curious to know what this mystery assignment was they had for Jason to complete before they would fuck him.
"What do they want you to do?"
He leaned in and kissed me on the lips - once, and then again, holding it longer the second time. I was caught off-guard, but my body had already started warming up, as sensations of energy raced through me. After the second kiss was over, he looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes.
"They want you to be first."
Confused, I asked, "First? First what? What do they want me to..."
And then the realization of what they wanted hit me like a ton of bricks. They waited to fuck Jason because they wanted him to fuck me before them! My friends had told me that even though he's my son, I should do it anyway, and that they would take my secret to their graves if I did decide to let my son have his way with me.
If his kiss warmed my body before, it was now on fire after hearing what he had just told me. I was fighting the urge to lean over to him and give him a lesson on real kissing, but I couldn't do it! I was his mother! I had to be held to a different standard!
"Jason, I can't - we can't. That's not appropriate!"
He put his hand on my arm. "Mom, listen to me for a few minutes. I love you! You have been an incredible mother to me, working so hard raising me and instilling values and standards, while sacrificing things for yourself so I could have what I need. There isn't a better mother on the planet! I'm so lucky that you kicked my worthless father out of the house so we could thrive together.
"But you're more than a great mother. You're a beautiful woman, who in Janice's words, 'Hasn't been treated like the goddess she is far enough times in her life.' She's right - how many real dates have you been on since you kicked dad out? I'm sure it's not more than ten. That's not right, mom - you deserve more. You deserve to be treated like a queen.
"I know society doesn't think we should do anything like this together. But you've taken care of me so much, and now I want to take care of you. I want this for you - your best friends want this for you, and I'm sure after seeing you look at me for the past few days, you want this for yourself!
"Mom - let me complete my love for you. Let us complete our love for each other!"
Jason leaned over to me and kissed my lips again, but he didn't stop. Instead, his tongue escaped from his mouth, and as a reflex, I opened my lips to let his tongue through to mine. He put one of his powerful hands on the back of my head to pull me close, and at that moment, my son took charge, and I released my resistance to his desire, which became my desire also.
We kissed for a few moments, and then he leaned back. It was my last opportunity to put a stop to this, although I knew I wasn't going to try very hard to do that. "Jason, are you sure?"
My hunk of a son stood up in front of me and reached down to pull his towel away. I looked down immediately and was greeted with the beautiful sight of a very hard cock, standing straight, pointing at me. It wasn't long, but it was thick - so thick. The flush in my body was completed, and I began to feel lightheaded. My son was going to fuck me, and at that moment, I could not have been any happier.
I reached for it with my right hand. The skin was so soft and warm to my touch. I wrapped my fingers around it as a small gasp escaped from my lips. I have had hard cocks in my hand before, but this was attached to my son - my beautiful, strong baby boy. That alone made this moment more special than any other in my life.
I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get my mouth around it! I leaned forward and licked the tip, and it was Jason's turn to gasp. His taste was clean, since he had just gotten out of the shower. I licked the head for a few seconds, and then opened my mouth to see if I could get it inside, but Jason stopped me.
"Not here, mom - I believe you have a big bed that can handle what we are about to do." He took my hands as I stood from the couch. My naked son led me to the bedroom, and I was staring at his tight ass cheeks as we walked. Once in the bedroom, he turned and kissed me again - a very sexy kiss, as he rubbed my back with his hands, letting them drift down to the swell of my ass. It wasn't an appropriate mother/son kiss, but it was what I needed at the moment.
I put my hands on his cock again. I had never had one so thick inside me before, but I knew my body was preparing for that to happen. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was sure my panties were soaked by now, but I didn't care, because I hoped I wouldn't be wearing them for long.
Jason looked around the room, focusing his eyes on the end table next to my bed where my phone was sitting. He reached for it and handed it to me. "Your friends set you up for this. It's your turn to have fun with it. Maybe you should let them know what you are about to do."
A sly smile broke out over my face. I was going to have them tell me what fucking my son was like, but now it would be me telling them first. I felt a little tease was in order, so I sent both a message - "I hate both of you for betraying my confidence! Don't bother trying to contact me for the rest of the night - we are going to be busy here!" pressed send and made sure my phone was on silent. I knew they would be stewing over my comment all night. Let them stew, I told myself. After all, they wanted this for me.
Jason sat down on the side of my bed and pulled me closer to him. He smiled and said, "Let me take care of you tonight, mom. This is for you." He reached for the bottom of my shirt, grasping it in both hands. He lifted quickly, and I raised my arms for him so he could get it off. I was wearing a simple white bra, not expecting to be doing this tonight, but Jason didn't seem to mind. He immediately reached for the front closure hooks, deftly undoing them, and releasing my small breasts.
He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping presents. He reached two strong hands out and put one on each breast, gently massaging, making sure my nipples were bullet hard. My knees became weak as he played with my breasts, and then became even weaker when he took a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking on it like it was his favorite food. He gave equal attention to the other one as well. As he worked his magic on my breasts, I put my hands on the back of his head. My strong son was taking care of me, and I was enjoying every second!
As he continued sucking, I felt his hands moving down to the button on my shorts. He opened it, and slowly started sliding them down my hips, revealing plain white panties that I'm sure were very wet by now. He started to take them down too, but I stopped him.
"Jason, honey, I wasn't expecting to be doing this tonight, so I need to warn you that it's a little shaggy down there. I hope that doesn't make you upset."
He took his mouth off my nipple and answered, "As long as it's you, mom, I don't care. It will be perfect!"
My heart skipped a beat at his answer. I moved my hands away and he continued his mission to make me as naked as he was. Soon both my panties and shorts were on the ground, swaddling at my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way.
Jason leaned back and surveyed my body. "Mom, the girls were right. You ARE a goddess! It's time that you were worshiped properly!" He stood and reached out for me, easily picking me up in his arms so that he was carrying me in front of him as if he were taking me across a threshold. We kissed again - a long, luxuriously sexy kiss. I gasped for air when he broke it - he literally swept me off my feet!
Jason laid me gently down in the middle of my bed, and then climbed on himself. He crawled down towards the end and then scooted forward again, placing his body between my legs. I knew what he wanted, so I lifted my knees, spreading them to present my hairy pussy to his gaze. He smiled and leaned in closer. His strong hands were surprisingly gentle as he glided them over the skin on my inner thighs. My son was going to taste and lick me. It had been a very long time since anyone had done this for me.
I could feel his warm breath on my engorged lips as he drew nearer to me. I waited in anticipation of the first touch with his tongue, and when it happened, I jumped as an electric spark jolted through my body. Jason took his time, exploring all around my pussy with his tongue, licking along the lips and then diving between, pointing it and thrusting it into my vagina. He was so gentle, and even though I hadn't known for certain that he was sexually active before this, it was clear that this wasn't his first time to orally please a woman, and I was grateful for whomever it was that taught him the skills he was demonstrating to me.
I reached back to prop up the pillows under my head so I could look down as my boy attended to me. I truly felt like a goddess as I watched him between my legs. I was growing a bit restless because he hadn't found my clit yet, but he was oh so close. I wanted to grab his head and move it to where he couldn't help but have it in his mouth, but I let him be in charge, since I knew he would do his best to take care of me.
He moved his tongue higher on my pussy, and suddenly I jumped again as the tip of his tongue brushed the top of my clit. I moaned, and Jason went to work on it, bathing it with his saliva as he tongued over it. He sealed his mouth around it and gently sucked on it, causing me to squeal. He knew he'd found the right place, though I was sure he knew where it was all along and was just teasing me before.
He wasn't teasing me now. He was intent on making me feel VERY good, and he was succeeding. I reached for the back of his head, pulling him tighter on my clit. My baby boy looked up at me through the scraggly bush over my pussy, and our eyes locked. I couldn't look away as he lavished me with his mouth and tongue. The beginnings of my orgasm were glowing deep inside my body, and I cried out, "Oh god, baby, please don't stop. Please don't stop - right there, baby, right there, mommy needs this so much yes yes yes YES YES YES JASON RIGHT THERE OH GOD JASON I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU..."
My son gave me the most intense orgasm of my life! I balled my fingers up in his hair and pulled as my hips bucked off the bed, my clit and engorged lips and sopping wet pussy using Jason's face to heighten the arrows of pleasure that shot though my body, The orgasm seemed to go on forever, and all the time, his eyes never left mine. The connection we shared was unlike any other I'd ever had, and as the orgasm began to wane, I felt a contentment I'd never experienced before. My baby boy had made me cum hard and deep, better than anyone else had.
He finally released my clit from his mouth and lifted his head up. His face was glistening from the juices I had smeared all over it. His smile said it all. He was treating me like a goddess, which was his desire. I felt a tear run down the side of my face as he crawled up between my legs. The weight of his body gently settled on top of me, and I felt as though I was wrapped up in a protection that left me feeling safe and well loved.
He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips, sending another shudder through my body. I looked into his beautiful eyes and asked, "That wasn't your first time licking a woman, was it."
He smiled and nodded. "I might have done that a few times before. Do you want to know details?"
I giggled. "No, but I am thankful that someone taught you well. That was the best ever for me, and I hope we do that again real soon!"
"If you want, we can do it again right now. I'll never get tired of tasting you on my tongue!"
I shook my head. "Since you're already up here on top of me, maybe we should do something else."
"I think that's a perfect idea!"
He lifted himself slightly on his knees, giving himself some room to maneuver. His left hand moved underneath, and suddenly I felt the head of his very hard cock sliding through my still tingling pussy. He pushed it up and down for a bit, and then concentrated on lining it up, preparing for insertion. Satisfied he found the right spot, he began to push forward with his hips.
I felt the tip of his cock push into me, followed by a very serious stretching as he spread the walls of my pussy. I groaned as he gently pushed forward, never feeling so full and wide open as his thick cock was making me feel now. I put my legs over his lower back, crossing them at the ankles, feeling his body lowering ever so slowly as he continued to push. Finally, I felt his groin flush against mine. My son's cock was fully lodged in my trembling pussy. My son was fucking me!
He held his cock still for a few moments, while looking at me and showering my lips with kisses. Our eyes locked into each other once again, and in between kisses, we took turns saying, "I love you" to each other. I had never had an experience filled with so much passion, so in many ways, this seemed unreal to me.
And then Jason started to move. He pulled all the way back out of my pussy, and I moaned, missing his girth in me. He wasn't out long, as another slow thrust filled me once again. The stretching I was experiencing was intense and yet insanely pleasurable. I'd always thought that long cocks would be best, but Jason was changing my mind with each thrust.
He developed a steady rhythm, enabling me to actively push my hips up against his thrusts. The longer we fucked, the more my pussy accommodated his girth, and it was starting to feel very good. I think he was feeling it as well, because his intensity increased, as did the pace of his thrusts. We kissed often, and his eyes never left mine. I knew I loved him with all my heart before, but our connection was taking that love to depths I had never known. I felt so safe, secure, loved, appreciated. I felt like the goddess my friends said I was.
The pleasure in my pussy was increasing rapidly. Jason started thrusting into me harder, and he whispered, "Mom, I'm about to cum. Where do you want it?"
There was no question where. "Deep inside, baby - cum in mommy's pussy!"
With permission given, he began his final push to his orgasm. I lifted my hips up against his downstroke, my clit contacting his groin with each thrust. My spasms began, as my second orgasm brought on by my son went racing through my body, and I could feel my pussy clenching against his thick cock. He must have felt it too. With a loud yell, he thrusted in me one more time and held it, and I could feel his spasms as he unloaded his cum inside my pussy. My son was cumming in me!
He crashed down on top of me, and once again, I was enveloped in the protective cover that was his warm body. We held each other tightly until our orgasms abated. Eventually, Jason rolled off me, but I was still craving his physical contact. I turned to my side to face him, and he turned to me at the same time. We kissed again - slowly, deeply, a kiss that only lovers could share. My son - my beautiful son - was now my lover. Nothing ever felt so right in my life.
As we kissed, I glided my hand on his side, down over his hips and onto the tight muscles of his ass. I gave him a playful little spank, and he looked at me and asked, "Was I a bad boy?"
I laughed. "Very bad - the worst boy! Do you think you can be bad again?"
He smiled and grabbed my hand, leading it down to where his cock had already started growing again. "What do you think?"
Naughty boy indeed. Suddenly a very naughty through flashed through my mind. "Shall we torture my friends a little more? What would you think about sending them a picture of my hand on your very hard cock?"
"Do it - now who's being naughty?"
He handed me my phone. As expected, there were messages from both my friends, but I ignored them for now. I tried several different camera angles to get the best one I was looking for, but I couldn't make it work.
"Jason, can you take it? I think you're better at this than me."
He laughed again. "Probably also more experienced in taking and sending cock pictures!"
"JASON! You really are a naughty boy!"
He snapped a couple of pictures and showed them to me. The second one was closest to what I was looking for, but Jason had other ideas. "If you really want to get them going, why don't we lean up against the headboard together with your hand on my cock. I think I can get the picture we're looking for.
We adjusted until we were set to Jason's preference. He held out his phone as I grabbed his cock and we both smiled. The picture was perfect! It would serve our purpose of making my friends hot and horny. I sent it on its way, knowing I would get more replies very quickly.
I grabbed his hard cock again. "What are we going to do about this problem?"
He smiled. "I bet you can think of something!"
I could, but he was already moving. He slid back down in the bed, staying on his back. Once in place, he looked at me and pointed to his cock. "Your ride is ready, madam!"
I knew what to do. I swung my leg over his torso and moved myself into position, reaching underneath my ass to grab his cock and line it up. We made contact, and as I lowered myself on his hard cock, I was again amazed at just how thick it was! Once I started moving, he reached up to grab my small breasts, taking my nipples and rolling between his thumb and finger. He pulled me down so he could suck on them again, and in doing so, my already-tingling clit made contact with his groin again, and it wasn't long before my third orgasm raced through my body.
Jason did not give me time to rest, however. He basically manhandled me - he lifted me off his cock and tossed me to the side of the bed. He got up on his knees, then lifted my body up so I was on my hands and knees. By that time, I knew what he wanted, and as I backed into position, he stabbed me with his thick cock once again. Grabbing my hips, he started hammering inside me, our skin crashing together as he pulled my body back against his. We may have started off making love before, but this was FUCKING, and I loved being under the control of my strong son! My arms grew weak trying to hold me up and my head and shoulders crashed to the bed, but he didn't stop. I was amazed at his ability to hold out so long. Soon, he growled again and plunged deep in me, holding his cock in my pussy as he gave me his second helping of cum.
I was exhausted - unable to move. Jason sensed that, so he climbed off the bed and picked me up again. He held me with one hand while he pulled back the sheet and blanket with the other. He set me down on the bed, and then hurriedly joined me, pulling the covers up over us. We turned to each other again and kissed, enjoying the post-glow of the best sex I'd ever had in my life.
"Mom, can I ask you a question?"
"Anything, son."
"Well," he answered, "I don't want to mean anything by this, but I'm a little surprised that you're on birth control, since I didn't think you were really dating anybody currently."
It was my turn for a sly grin. "I'm not."
"WHAT? Mom!"
I reached up to stroke his cheek. "Don't worry, Jason. I'll stop at the drug store on my way to work tomorrow and pick up some Plan B. And as soon as I get to work, I'll call my OBGYN to make an appointment for an IUD. But there was no way you were going to be allowed to cum anywhere this first night other than deep inside body!"
We smiled and kissed again, and then I said, "It's my turn for a question. Exactly how did you learn to eat pussy like that? I'm not kidding when I say it was by far the best I've ever experienced!"
Jason blushed. "Do you really want to know?"
I nodded.
"Well...you know Mrs. Worthington that lives a couple of blocks from here?"
My mouth opened in shock. "Jenny Worthington? The older lady from our church?"
He smiled. "That's the one. She's so lonely since her husband died. I offered to help her by mowing her yard for her, and she confided in me about her loneliness, and one thing led to another, and I helped her with that as well. In exchange for my hard cock, she has taught me a lot about how to please a woman, which I do every time I get with her."
"Jason! She must be over 60, isn't she?"
He nodded. "She's 66 to be exact. She calls me her Medicare Plan J, because I make her feel strong and healthy. She's a beautiful woman, mom, and I love helping her out."
It was his life, and he didn't have to tell me anything, but I was dying to know more. "So, are there any other women who are fucking you after you mow their yard?"
He laughed this time. "No, just you two so far. But it sounds like I have a couple more clients that might be on that list soon."
Christy and Janice - I could not deny them the opportunity now that they let me have my son first. "I think they would love that. But remember, you always come home to me."
He kissed me deeply on the lips. "Don't worry, mom - you will always be my number one customer! Fucking is a lot better when you are actually in love with your partner. Mind if I stay with you in here tonight?"
I turned on my other side so Jason could spoon with me. "If I have my way, you'll never sleep in your own bed again!"
He kissed me again, and we cuddled up for the night's sleep. It wasn't long before I could feel his gentle rhythmic breaths on the back of my neck, indicating that he'd gone to sleep. As I lay there with his arm still around me, his hand softly cupping my breast, I couldn't help but think that fucking my son for the first time was the strongest seminal moment of my life, and I hoped to enjoy it forever.