Alex sat up as he realized that she was uncovered and that the jersey had bunched up around her waist, leaving her panty-covered ass on open display. As if that wasn't thrilling enough, the
white panties she was wearing were completely sheer.
The room was too dark to make out the finer details, but there was just enough light for Alex to make out the crack of her meaty ass and the hairless cleft of her vulva.
The curious teen felt the blood race to his loins. His heart was pounding with wicked excitement as he carefully leaned in for a closer look.
As he crept in closer he could see a few more details. Monica's buttocks was slightly spread apart and he could see the ring of her cute little butt-hole. He could also just make out her fleshy inner pedals as they peeked out from between the thick outer lips of her labia.
Then it hit him...the aroma of female pussy. His mom's pussy.
"H-h-holy shit," he thought, as he reached down and squeezed the end of his hardening bulge.
Monica suddenly shifted and Alex quickly fell onto his back to fake sleep. To his surprise, he felt his Mom crawl over to him, only this time she layed directly on top of him.
His cock lurched as he felt her braless tits roll out onto his chest. Their warm spongy softness, separated by only thin nylon fabric was absolutely euphoric.
His brick hard erection was now trapped against her pubic bone. Monica rested her head against his shoulder and nustled in close, giving his neck a tender kiss.
Sleep didn't come easy this way for poor Alex. His cock throbbed for what seemed like hours before he drifted off to sleep again.
He woke to his mom's smiling face as she gazed down into his eyes.
"Good morning sunshine," she said.
"Hi...what time is it?"
"Not really sure...still early I think. Oh wait...I know exactly what time it is..." Monica said, her eyes getting big.
"What time?"
She quickly dug her fingers into his ribs, making her son flop like a fish. "IT'S TICKLE TIME!"
"Oh God no...not that!" Alex laughed.
Monica quickly mounted him as she continued her playful attack. "Ohh yes, that!" She giggled.
With his lengthy erection squashed against her mons, Alex thrust his hips up and down, trying to buck her off. This forced Monica to fall forward, dropping her chest against his. As Alex flopped around, lifting him and his mom off the bed over and over, Monica's big braless tits bounced and bobbled against him.
"Ohh, Mom, you gotta stop!" Alex begged, while laughing hestarically.
"What's wrong, am I bothering that big monster in your boxers?" She asked playfully.
"No, but I do have to pee."
Kristren wouldn't let up. "Of course you do...that's why they call it a piss hard on, silly boy."
As much as Alex hated being tickled, the warm flesh of his mom's voluptuousness smothering his lean teenaged body was beyond what words could describe.
John wheeled himself in the front door of the house and was kinda surprised at how quiet it was. He heard his wife let out a mischievous GIGGLE from somewhere inside.
Wheeling himself down the hallway, John peeked just inside Monica and Alex's bedroom.
"Get back over here, young man," he heard Monica tease.
John could see his wife and son frolicking under the covers. Their bodies formed a big bulge in the blankets, which rolled to one side, bounced a few times, then rolled back again, half-way across the bed.
"I mean it, Mom. You gotta stop!"
"When I'm ready," she giggled.
John saw his wife's naked legs slide out from under the blankets. It was obvious now that Alex was on top of her as her smooth tan legs crept up and around his midsection.
John felt jealous, yet strangely aroused as he watched his wife's strong luscious legs clutch around their teenaged son's body. Her cute little tan bare feet flexed and pointed, making John remember all those times he had looked back in the mirror of their bedroom while he bucked in her saddle.
He looked across the room and sure enough, there on the wall across from the bed was his favorite mirror.
"Good morning, kids!" John finally said.
He saw Monica's head pop up over her son's shoulder and look at him, her hair disheveled.
"John??"
John tried not to show how bothered he was. "Yup, just got here. The guys are getting ready to bring the bed in."
Monica slid out from under her son and off the bed. The big jersey was slipping off her shoulder and she straightened it as she padded towards her husband on bare feet.
"You said you would call me," she said.
John noticed she was wearing Alex's jersey, but bit his tongue. "Yeah sorry, it all happened kinda fast this morning."
"Ohh...well..." she bent over and gave him a quick kiss, still seeming a bit out of breath from the mornings activities.
"Welcome home, sweetheart" she said with a soft smile.
John looked over and saw his son sitting up in bed. A bed that was once his. "Hey, dad," Alex said, seeming a bit uncomfortable.
Later that day, after getting John's room situated Monica went down to her and Alex's bedroom and found him in the man cave on his cell phone.
As Alex sat in his swing talking he saw his mom pull back the curtain just a tiny bit. Monica was wearing a knee legth smocked strapless dress and her hair was pulled back in a pony. She was in a cute little stance, with one leg straight, the other bent at the knee. The heel of her front foot was kicked up and her cute little toes, with their red toenails, squatting against the floor.
She smiled down at him almost playfully and blew him a kiss.
"Hey Mom, do you care if I hit the tri-state fair for a few hours with Tim and Mitch?"
Monica nodded, but seemed a tad disappointed. "As long as you three don't cause trouble."
"Cool, she said I could go. All right dude, I'll see you in an hour. Bye." Alex said into the phone.
"Thanks, Mom, it's the opening day and there's gonna be a few cool bands there."
Monica dropped down to her knees and crawled up between her son's legs. "I thought WE were going to the fair together?" Monica said with a little pouty face.
Alex leaned back in the swing chair and watched as his mom crawled right up onto him like a prowling cougar. Her massive tits made the bust of the smock stretch way out and as she leaned up against him they half-flattened against his chest. "We can still go," he said.