World's Best Mom
Author's Note: A recent thread in the EF complaining about the lack of a good mother-son story has inspired me to try to write one that might be enjoyable. Hope you like it, and if you would like to see more, please let me know with your votes and feedback.
When Tim's alarm went off he blindly groped for the button that turned the annoying buzzing off. He had to think for a brief moment where exactly he was. After a few disorienting seconds he remembered he was at his dad's house. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes he picked up a framed picture of his mom. He loved it more than anything else he owned, even more than his laptop computer or his video gaming system. He loved her more than his own life.
She sure was beautiful, with a pretty face framed by shoulder-length blonde hair and those amazing green eyes. He didn't blame her for dumping his dad after he cheated on her with that brunette slut at his work. Tim still hated him for the pain he caused her, but still loved and respected his dad for the other good things he'd done.
"Good morning Mom," he whispered before kissing her framed, glossy five-by-seven color photo on the lips, just like he did every morning upon awakening.
Tim was twenty and in his second year at a two-year community college. He wasn't majoring in anything but rather taking basic courses that could be transferred to a four-year college when the time came... once he knew what his purpose in life was. But at the moment he remained uncertain. He talked to his mom about the future from time to time and she was always supportive, telling him not to rush into any decisions but to take his time. He sure did love her for so many reasons, that being one of them.
"Do you want to see your son?" he asked in a teasing voice, kicking the covers to the bottom of the bed to reveal his trim, muscular body clad only in a pair of briefs.
His mom and dad had been high-school sweethearts. Tim sure couldn't blame his dad for falling in love with her. He could only imagine how gorgeous she'd been back then since she was still so beautiful now. They'd both been eighteen when their maturing bodies got the better of them and they started having sex in the back seat of his dad's car. Neither had ever told him this but Tim had come across his mom's diary a year ago, which had inspired Tim's new obsession with her.
It was a gorgeous night, Tim recalled reading the words he'd stumbled across. I felt so alive, more alive than ever before. George looked more handsome than ever. I sensed this was going to turn out to be special. After the movies we returned to the lake where we'd spent many evenings talking and kissing in his back seat. Tonight we did the same, only we did less talking and more kissing.
I could feel a change in me, and maybe George did too. Maybe that was why he tried to go further than he ever had before, and I made no motion to stop him, because I wanted the same thing he did. I never knew the pleasure he could bring to me like he did on that night, feeling him moving inside of me like he did, bringing me such intense delight before it ended. I'm not sure if that was the night that I got pregnant, but I'd like to think it was.
He was already getting hard just thinking about those words she'd written with her own hand. She had such nice handwriting, too. Feeling his balls tingling Tim reached down and anxiously pushed the front of his underpants down to expose his expanding cock and hair-covered balls.
"Do you see what you do to me?" he asked her image in the photograph, turning it to face his erection. "This is what you do to me. I wish you could see it in real life, see me hard like this, touch it with your soft fingers. Or better yet, touch it with those silky lips," he added, holding the photograph so that he could see her face while rubbing the straining reddish-purple tip of his cock against her mouth.
"You keep asking why I don't have a girlfriend, and I want to tell you why, I really do. But I'm afraid that you'll do to me what you did to dad, kick me out of your life, and that would be worse than death for me," Tim admitted aloud, tears of pain forming in his eyes as he imagined this terrible possibility. "You'll never know how much I love you, or how you affect me. Thinking about you gets me harder than any girlfriend ever has."
Delicately returning the framed photograph to the bedside table, intentionally aimed towards his crotch, Tim smiled one last time before closing his eyes. "This is what you do to me, Mom," he whispered before rolling onto his right side facing her, both hands reaching down and surrounding his swollen organ.
Just as he had before, ever since accidentally seeing and reading her diary, he imagined it was him instead of his dad with her on that magical night in the back seat of the car...
We would start with kissing, lips first lightly touching, but after a brief time your lips would open and silently draw my tongue into your mouth. They would entwine passionately, probing and searching, our bodies becoming aroused as our passion grew. Your lips would taste as sweet as wild strawberries and our hearts would be racing like thoroughbreds.
We'd sit in the back seat, me holding your body in my arms tightly for half the evening until I needed more. My right hand would grope for a breast, find it, and squeeze on the amazing mound through her clothing. The nipple would harden with my touch and start wildly pulsating against my fingers. This would draw me to it and I would capture it between my thumb and index finger, lightly twisting on the rigid nub as she moaned into my mouth.
I'd pull my mom into my chest and hold her there, our kissing turning feverish. Our tongues would be crazily stabbing and thrusting, savoring this special embrace. We would soon be breathless, gasping for air, but this could not bring our frenzied kissing to an end. We'd do our best to steal breaths of air as we continued the heated embrace unabated.
I would be incredibly hard by now, my swollen cock aching as it was so uncomfortably compressed inside of my pants. It throbbed with every beat of my racing heart. The longer it did the more desperate my touching of her boob became. But I needed more and my fingers traded her breast for the buttons of her blouse, which I would anxiously tug apart enough to enable my hand to dip inside her bra and grip her naked mound.
"Oh Mom, I need you," Tim quietly groaned as the building sensations of tingling delight tantalized his mature body.
Suddenly she was leaning back as I was pulling her under me. Her legs widened and suddenly I was lying between them, my cock urgently pounding inside of my pants. My mouth finally broke away from hers only to lower to her nipples, which I hungrily sucked on one after the other, my head turning left and right to repeatedly suckle on the swollen, rubbery pink tips until they were dripping wet with my saliva.
When I felt her hand reaching down, grasping and squeezing on my cock, I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She was wearing a short skirt with no panties, and when I reached a hand down between those creamy thighs I immediately felt the wet heat of her pussy. She would squirm with arousal the longer I fingered those lush, velvety outer folds until her hand freed my aching organ. Once she did she eagerly guided it to her opening and suddenly I was thrusting it deeply inside of her.
Her hands would grip my shoulders as I rammed my cock into her tight, juicy core over and over. I'd give her all I had as fast and as hard as I could, pounding her wet cunt with everything I could. She'd be crying out my name as I fucked her hot pussy, her juice soaking me as I filled her again and again. We'd be going at it so hot and heavy that the windows would steam up and the car would be rocking on the squeaky coil springs.
I'd make sure that she climaxed first. Her body would suddenly wrap around mine, her hips frantically slamming into me as my cock pumped into her. Then it would hit her like a ton of bricks. She'd clench hard as her orgasm erupted, juice flooding her cunt and soaking my ramming shaft.
"Oh Mom," Tim groaned as his tingling balls, filled with pressure, started moving the heavy load to the tip of his super-sensitized erection.
As he imagined her succulent body tucked under his, her legs wrapped around his waist, it was her pussy and not his hand that was wrapped around his throbbing cock. In the final moments he gasped aloud as he began ejaculating his thick, milky geysers of cum all over the carpeted floor.
* * * * *
After Tim cleaned the floor he took a shower and got into fresh clothes. When he walked into the kitchen he wasn't surprised to see Jenny sitting at the table eating orange slices. You are such a fucking slut, Tim thought to himself as he saw her, but smiled at her despite his true feelings for the trashy brunette.
She was cute, he had to give that much up to his dad. And younger than his mom, who was in her late thirties. Jenny, by contrast, was in her middle twenties. He hated that he was physically attracted to her given the emotional pain she'd caused. Of course it was difficult blaming her for everything, his dad had a part in it as well.
Tim made no effort to disguise his lustful stares. Jenny seemed to like it anyway, smiling sweetly at him when he was caught gawking. She had a really cute face framed by shiny dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back, with amazing blue eyes. Her slender body was firm, and shapely in all the right spots. It was no wonder his dad had fallen for her, even though he hated that part of him.
"Where's my dad?" he casually asked.
Jenny got up and walked to the sink, placing the plate she was eating off of into the water. Tim knew she'd done this to give him a look at her nice body, which was only dressed in panties and a bra, and he gladly took full advantage of this viewing opportunity.
"He left for work already," she answered. "And that's too bad, because I woke up feeling rather horny. Are you leaving straight away?"
The inviting smile and twinkle in her eyes made it clear what she was offering him. As tempting as it might be Tim refused to play any part in her seedy plans.
"Yeah, I have to get down to the campus library," he lied. "Can you tell him I'll be staying at my mom's tonight?"
"I'll tell him, but that's disappointing to hear, Tim," Jenny answered. "Your dad said he had a dinner meeting and won't be home until later this evening. I was hoping we could order dinner in, snuggle up on the couch together, and watch a movie... or something."
It didn't take much imagination to figure out what "or something" was referring to. Especially the way she was smiling at him the way she was when making the statement.
"Are you sure?" she questioned. "It's kind of nice you get to bounce back and forth between your mom and dad's whenever you want, but do you have to end up there today?"
He nodded. "Yeah, she helps me with my math. Believe me, I need all the help I can get. If not for her I wouldn't have gotten this far."
She stepped closer to him, making sure he could see her perky hand-sized boobs that were tucked inside of the bra. "Do what you have to do, but it'd be great if you changed your mind. I'd appreciate the company, you know?"
His smile widened into a grin. "Oh yeah, I know, I know. See you next time around."
* * * * *
Tim's mom was standing facing the sink peeling a few carrots that she'd probably gotten from her small garden out back. He guessed she hadn't heard him come into the house and he took a moment to appreciate her nice, shapely body. Even at thirty-nine she still looked very appealing, even more so to him at that moment.
"Hi Mom," Tim announced as he gently placed a book bag down on the kitchen table.
"Hi sweetheart," she said without turning around, "thanks for calling and letting me know your plans. This way I have time to make us a nice dinner."
"You don't have to go to any trouble for me, you know."
"It's no trouble at all. I love to cook but it's not worth doing it if it's just going to be me," she patiently explained. "How did school go?"
"School's fine, except for the math," he answered. "I still can't get it figured out. Even went to the math lab for a couple of hours looking for help."
This time she turned her head to face him and when she did he admired her lovely appearance.
"Run into any cute girls?" she asked. "I know Betty's daughter works there a few afternoons a week."
His mom had been trying to set him up with Veronica for the past two years but he'd resisted at every turn. It didn't surprise him to hear her mentioning Veronica again in another effort to "solve" what she saw as his romantic woes... if she only knew the real truth!
"Sure, there were some there," he responded. "I'm just not interested at the moment. I have my hands full with my schoolwork. A girl would complicate things right now."
Finishing the peeling she took a moment to drop the carrots into a pot of boiling water on the stove. She walked over to her son and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Complications can be a good thing sometimes, Tim. Is there anything you want to talk about? Is there something other than the math that's bothering you?"
He sat down and she did the same, adjacent to him. She gently took his hands into hers and drew them forward close to her bosom, which Tim suddenly realized he was staring at. Feeling his face turning hot with embarrassment he quickly looked away.
"What is it, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything, right, Tim? Even if you're gay."
"Mom, please!" he erupted. "I'm not gay, I can promise you that."
"Then what's on your mind?" she repeated, unable to suppress a smile.
"I ran into Jenny when I was at dad's," he told her. "I hate her for what she did to you but, well, I really like the way she looks."
Their conversation fell silent for a brief time as his mom dealt with the swirl of emotions that name created within her.
"She's young and pretty, so it's only normal for you to feel the way you do about her. Look, Tim, what happened would've happened no matter who the 'other' woman was. It just turned out to be... Jenny, that's all. Don't hate her for her part in it, okay? Besides, she's taken, but Veronica's not. At least not yet. Think about it is all that I'm asking."
"Okay, I'll think about it," he agreed before getting up. "I better get back to the math. I'll be in my room. Can you help me with it later?"
She smiled lovingly at her only child. "I'd love to. Do you know how proud I am of you for seeing you working so hard at this?"
He leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips. "I do, Mom. Thanks. And do you have any idea how much I love you?"
Her smile widened before she kissed him back. "Thanks, Tim. That's always nice to hear, especially coming from you. Do you have any plans for Friday?"
He was briefly confused. "What do you mean?"
"Veronica is free and it would be great if you two could get together. I'd be more than happy to call Betty and arrange things," she offered hopefully. "And then when you get home we can sit down on the couch and talk all about it."
It was the thought of sitting down on the couch late on a Friday night with the mom that he so dearly loved that had him suddenly agreeing to the whole crazy plan.
* * * * *
Tim was excited all evening, but not about Veronica. She was a nice young woman, and pretty too, but for him it was his mom he'd been thinking about all evening long. It was even his mom he'd had at the front of his mind when he made a pass at Veronica during the movie and was rewarded with some heated, rather passionate kissing. He considered a try for second base but opted out at the last moment.
"Thanks, Tim, I had a really good time tonight. I'm glad you finally asked," Veronica said as they stood awkwardly at her front door.
I never asked, he thought but didn't say. Instead he smiled politely and leaned forward for a brief kiss goodnight.
"Me too, it was fun," he added without emotion. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."
Her smile indicated her willingness. "I'd love to. Call me."
He nodded nervously. "Sure, maybe I'll do that."
It took all of his self-control not to race back to his mom's house. Every stoplight seemed to be aligned against him, adding to his growing frustration, but eventually he made it. Trying his best to suppress his eagerness Tim finally walked inside and found his mom waiting on the couch, just as she'd promised. His reward for taking Veronica on a date was, hopefully, about to bear some fruit.
"Hi," Tim announced as he sat down very close to her right side.
She smiled and stroked the top of his head. "Was it so terrible? It wasn't too complicating for you, was it?"
His face reddened with embarrassment. "Mom, please! You know I hate it when you tease me."
"I love to tease," she admitted her possibly single character flaw. "It embarrassed your dad too, for what it's worth. So how'd it go?"
He smiled guiltily, not at the memory of how he'd made out with Veronica, but hoping he might be able to do the same with his mom.
"It was nice," Tim told her. "How about an adult beverage while we're talking?"
"My teasing makes you nervous, doesn't it? Okay, we can have one."
He stepped into the kitchen, made them both a strong vodka-tonic, and quickly returned to her side.
"Veronica is a nice girl," he shared. "What was your first time like, Mom?"
A shocked expression appeared on her face. "Tim, you devil! Did she really let you do that with her? Did you make love tonight? I thought you two went to the movies!"
"We did, and we didn't," he quickly replied. "I mean we did go to the movies, but we didn't do the other thing. I was just wondering."
His mom was pretty quick-witted and immediately understood. "It's Jenny, isn't it."
No, it's you! he wanted to scream at her, but didn't. "You know me better than I know myself sometimes."
She smiled at him warmly. "You and your father are one and the same. Not big on redheads like Veronica, are you?"
He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Not really."
"That's okay," she reassured him, intending to deliver a kiss to his forehead but he anticipated this and made sure it was his lips that she kissed. "Thanks for trying, Tim, I appreciate that. There's more fish in the sea."
When she made a move to get up he grabbed her closest arm. "You said if I went out with Veronica that we could talk afterwards."
A puzzled and alarmed expression glazed her pretty face. "Yes, Tim. I did. What would you like to talk about?"
"I... I... want to know about your first time, with dad," he stammered.
Her nose wrinkled. "It was on our honeymoon and it's very personal," she began.
He turned furious. "No, no it wasn't! It was in the back seat of his car! Remember when you asked me to help dad clean out the attic after the divorce? Huh? I found your diary, Mom. I didn't mean to, I swear, but it fell out of a box and opened to a page that maybe I never should've never seen. I love you, I love you so much! Maybe it'd be best if I go."
She got up and followed behind him. "Tim, sweetheart, you must be mistaken. Really, you shouldn't drive as upset as you are. I don't know what you saw but it couldn't have been what you say. You're just confused, Jenny is messing with your head the same as she did with your dad. Tim, please!"
He slammed the door on his way out and drove back to his dad's house. Jenny was on the couch watching cable TV and turned to smile at him after he showed up. He sat down beside her and accepted the open, partially consumed can of beer she handed to him.
"You look like the kind of guy who could use a woman like me right now," Jenny cooed, her sexy body dressed in a short-sleeved blouse and a short skirt.
"I might very well be," he consented before downing the beer on top of the vodka-tonic he'd consumed earlier. "But what about my dad?"
"You let me worry about him, sweetie," she acknowledged. "Tonight's his monthly poker night so we have the place all to ourselves. I'm so glad you're here to keep me company. I get so lonely at night when your dad's not here."
"Kiss me, Mom," he requested just before her lips found his.
Their closed mouths opened, tongues extending and entwining in deep kissing that quickly had them both getting turned on.
"Yes, son," she said with a giggle between kisses. "This is kinky, and I love kinky."
His hands reached up and held Jenny's face toward his just as his lips pressed harder against hers. Using his tongue like a pick he eagerly thrust towards the back of her throat, probing, exploring. It wasn't long before his mind turned to his persistent fantasy and reached his right hand for a breast, finding it, kneading on the supple swell. She reacted by moaning softly into his mouth.
Playing along the same lines as his fantasy, Tim's fingers found the large nipple and took it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing, twisting lightly. It seemed to grow even larger and tighter from his affectionate attention. He felt her body squirming with her building arousal, which in turn had his cock expanding inside of his pants.
When their mouths briefly separated her lips kissed the right side of his face. "You're a great son, Tim, you make your mom so hot," she whispered.
"I love you, Mom, I love you so much," he told her.
"I know, son, I know."
As the hand on her boob moved off of it and the fingers started tugging the buttons of her blouse open, Jenny reached a hand down and eagerly squeezed on his erect cock through the front of his pants.
"Oh yes, you're so big and hard my handsome boy," she quietly moaned. "Be a good son and give your mom what she really wants, what she really needs."
After speaking the heated words Jenny started to unfasten his pants. At the same time he was anxiously, almost violently pulling at her blouse buttons. Once it was mostly open his hand dipped down inside her bra and cupped a naked tit, his warm palm encompassing the perky swell, desperately squeezing on the supple flesh while tweaking the swollen nipple.
"Mom is always here for you, sweetie," she assured him as her soft fingers gently guided his cock out from within his underpants. As her hands firmly formed around his fully rigid shaft she savored the moment, adding, "Oh Tim, your cock is so stiff. Mom really needs you tonight."
After pushing the bra up and over both boobs his mouth zeroed in on a nipple. Jenny leaned back on the couch, pulling him with her as both bare legs widened and drew him between them. As Tim suckled on each nipple in turn, his right hand reached down between her thighs and discovered that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt, just like in his fantasy. And she was shaved bare. It was like adding gas to a fire.
"Oh Mom," Tim weakly moaned as his fingers discovered her pussy.
She was already quite wet and he could feel her juice smearing over the tips of his fingers as he explored her hot slit. When he started touching her so intimately her sweet cries of pleasure filled the air surrounding them. Her body bucked and shuddered feverishly as her excitement rapidly multiplied.
"Oh Tim," she breathlessly groaned, "be a good son and lick your mom's cunt. I want to feel your mouth on me."
Placing her hands on the top of his head she gave him a few more moments to suckle before applying gentle yet firm downward pressure. He gave in to the gesture and kissed a path down over her flat tummy before moving his mouth to her juicy sex. As his fingers separated the delicate pink folds of her labia, his lips and tongue focused on the enlarged clit and surrounding tissue. He was easily able to convince himself that Jenny was his mom and so he devoured her tangy pussy with gusto.
He didn't have much experience with women but he tried the best he could. While he licked and sucked for all he was worth her hips were writhing in circular motions and her pelvis was rocking up and down. Her fingers alternated between sifting through his short sandy hair and tugging on it as her groans of delight were easily overheard. At times she redirected him where she wanted his mouth to be and he just did the best he could.
"Oh Tim baby, you're the best son a mom could ever ask for."
His mouth and chin were all glazed by her tart-tasting juice. His tongue kept attacking her clit, licking around the nub before pressing direct pressure on all of it. He kept repeating this over and over as his fingers kept the silky folds separated.
When he felt her hands tugging harder on his hair than before he knew what she wanted. Keeping his eyes close to maintain the fantasy he got up on his hands and knees and moved up into position. A hand grasped his cock and guided it to her opening. As soon as he felt the flesh he immediately thrust forward, sinking fully into the depths of her wet heat. Tim wasted no time and began pounding his cock in and out of his mom's cunt.
Their excitement-charged bodies merged as one, frantically slapping together. Heavy breathing mixed with moans of pleasure as he gladly gave his mom his stiff cock. It wasn't long before they were both sweaty from the feverish motions of their fucking and it soaked into the clothing that still covered much of their bodies.
Tim was tireless and he managed to maintain the speedy pace. For Jenny it was exactly what she needed and she soon felt herself getting closer to climax. After another couple of minutes she crested. Her form clenched hard as the orgasm arrived, and the wild spasms of sexual release had her bucking in convulsions of her ecstasy.
It's happening just like I always dreamed of, he thought to himself. This is perfect. I'm really fucking my mom. This is fantastic!
Once her climax ended and her body relaxed Tim knew that hers was over. He could feel the cum in his balls boiling, and as it did he felt the tingling pressure that was so delightful. As the sensations increased he began grunting. The intense pleasure associated with the rising of his cum curled his toes. A second later and the convulsions followed, his orgasm claiming him as his cock began ejaculating thick ribbons of cum until his balls were drained.
When his eyes opened and he saw Jenny beneath him, the bubble of happiness burst. It still felt good fucking her and getting off, but knowing it was her and not his mom kind of ruined the greatness of the event. It was like meeting someone in person after getting to be friends online; the mind could perceive one thing while in reality it just wasn't that great. His reaction must have been obvious.
"Look, if me and you dad get married one day, I'll be your step-mom, right? That's close to being your mom."
"Sure, that was nice," he said as he forced a smile to his face.
* * * * *
Tim was hopeful when he rushed home from school only to be rebuffed because his dad was due to be arriving from work soon after. Jenny was great when they had the time but she was also careful to make sure his dad didn't find out about their secret sexual relationship. It could be frustrating at times for Tim. But when his dad was away, which he was more and more, it was nothing short of sheer bliss.
He was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich he'd made after school on one early afternoon a few days later when she hugged him from behind.
"How's my son doing today?" she asked before burying her lips into the left side of his neck, which tickled and made him laugh.
He scooted his chair out from under the table and pulled her down until she was straddling his lap facing him.
"School was good, " he reported, still capable of imagining Jenny as his mom. "But seeing all those girls dressed up so sexy has made me big."
She winked with a smile. "Then let your mom take care of that. Your mom needs a really big kiss first, though."
The two kissed deeply, tongues entwining. He didn't delay for very long before his hands groped her breasts through the pullover top she had on, which she welcomed. Soon thereafter he thrust his hands underneath to relish the feel of the bare perky swells. His thumbs quickly located her swollen nipples and eagerly caressed the pulsating nubs.
Her mouth pulled away from his and she leaned her head over his right shoulder, hands sifting through his short hair. "You're such a good son, Tim. The best ever."
"And you're the world's best mom," he responded.
She moved off of his lap and onto her knees. As her fingers tugged his pants open she commented, "Your dad loves it when I suck on his cock. I bet you will too."
"Let's not talk about dad right now, okay Mom?" he requested.
Without answering her mouth encompassed his erection, sucking hard as her tongue devoured his length. Tim leaned back as his hands cupped the back of her head, his ass lifting off the seat as he thrust his shaft between her tightly pursed lips. He fucked her mouth as she willing took him inside of it, wet warmth embracing his stiff, throbbing organ.
"Oh yeah," he groaned in approval as tingling pressure was felt in his balls and lower abdomen.
She went down on him fast and furious, head jerking up and down as her lips and tongue worked their sexual magic. Tim had never experienced a blowjob and reveled in the intense pleasure it created within him. It was only a couple of minutes before he was on the verge of exploding. Jenny knew this too somehow, and just as the pressure was building her mouth pulled off of him, leaving his saliva-soaked cock throbbing and in want of an orgasm.
She stood up and stepped back to peel off her clothes, revealing her shapely body to him. When she returned to his lap her right hand guided his rigid member to her pussy, and once more he was ramming his cock deeply into her wet warmth.
"Oh Mom, I love you so much," he moaned.
"I love you too, son," she returned.
She placed her hands on his shoulders as he lovingly cupped her silky tits. Jenny began rocking up and down, driving his cock in and out of her juicy depths. They were both breathing hard and moaning as they savored the physical sensations the intimacy induced. Tim tried to imagine it was his mom he was making love to, but the fantasy was starting to weaken as it grew more difficult to maintain the image of her face in his mind.
Jenny's pussy was wet and she was soaking his cock in her juice. It felt great, there was no denying that, as he thrust upward into her cunt, giving her a great fuck. She was writhing and groaning as she rode him. His hands squeezed harder on her soft boobs and still nipples while pumping into her.
"Oh Mom, you feel great," he said intentionally, trying to convince himself that Jenny was his real mom.
She was breathing too heavily and moaning too loudly to respond. A short while later her movements turned frantic, her moans becoming muted cries as her arousal heightened. Tim kept up with her urgent pace until her body went rigid and began violently bucking as the sensations of ecstasy played out deep within her core.
Her orgasm pulled him with her, and soon thereafter the tingling pressure in his balls reached the boiling point. He moved his hands to her shoulders and tugged down as his powerful hips pounded upwards, filling her as deeply as her could. His ejaculations commenced and his cock began squirting thick streams of cum into her pussy. Again and again the powerful bursts erupted, draining his heavy balls of all they contained, filling her cunt with his seed.
They sat together in the same position for quite a while, kissing and touching, his mouth returning to her boobs to suckle the still-swollen nipples. Eventually she separated from his hungry mouth.
"Gotta go, your dad will be home soon," she told him.
* * * * *
For the next couple of weeks he hung out at his dad's house. His dad was gone quite a bit of the time and that gave Tim and Jenny adequate opportunities to role-play his fantasy. He was surprised that she went along with it and really gave a good performance. But after a few weeks the fantasy stopped working. Even with his eyes closed Tim knew it was Jenny he was fucking, her potential future step-mom status notwithstanding, and not his real mom. It wasn't the same.
"I guess I better go back to my mom's place for a few days," Tim told Jenny as he got ready to drive to school.
"No, don't, we've been having such great fun together," she pleaded with him. "You're not tired of the sex, are you? I'll try my best to do better. We can think up new ways that I can be your mom."
He smiled appreciatively before applying a brief kiss to her lips. "I really do need to see her. I haven't spent this much time over here in ages, and I know she's worried for me. Mom's are like that."
"Will you promise to come back soon please? It gets so lonely here when your dad's not here, and it seems like he's spending more and more time away from me," she complained.
"That was what it was like for me and my mom when my dad started hooking up with you," he pointed out. "I'm not saying anything is going on, I don't know, but you might want to consider the possibility."
* * * * *
She was waiting at the door wearing a thin flower-print dress when he arrived after school. He could tell by the expression on her face that she was worried and was eager to talk. They sat down at the kitchen table in silence initially, not quite sure how to get the ball rolling, until she finally broke the ice.
"I was afraid our little spat might keep you away from me," his mom began. "Look, Tim, I've done quite a bit of thinking while you were away and I promise to be more open-minded to your questions, alright? I love and miss you when you're not around."
He looked into her eyes and made a confession. "I love you, Mom. I mean, I'm in love with you."
She listened to his words, considered them, and delivered her response thoughtfully. "This is probably just a phase you're going through. I'm sure all boys fall in love with their mom at some point. Maybe it would be good for you to find a girl your own age to be with."
"I don't want a girl my own age to be with," he argued. "I already tried that, with Jenny."
Her eyes widened. "Oh, now that explains why you've been spending all your time at your dad's place. Jenny is a cute girl, I'll have to hand her that."
"And very sexual," Tim added.
"How did you two manage to sneak around the house behind your dad's back without him finding out?" she wondered aloud.
"It's surprising how much time he spends away from home lately," he revealed, his expression making it quite clear what he was inferring. "We had free run of the house most of the time."
"Then what brings you back here? Is Jenny going to leave him?"
"I don't know, but I warned her," Tim quickly said. "Look Mom, the reason why I came back is because it's not working with her anymore."
Her face grew concerned. "I'm not sure what you're telling me."
"When we had sex I closed my eyes and pretended it was you I was with, but the past few days it's just Jenny I can see," he admitted. "I knew then it was time for me to leave."
"You're always welcome here, Tim. You know that. But I'm your mom, I'm not what you think you want me to be. It's a phase, you'll get over it."
"But what if I don't?" he pressed.
Letting out a big sigh, she mentally struggled to think of an amicable resolution to the dilemma her son was presenting her with.
"You touch yourself don't you?" he asked. "I mean, you know, sexually."
A shocked look appeared on her face. "Tim, are you asking me if I masturbate?"
"Don't act that way, you said I could always come to you if I had questions, even about sex," he reminded her.
She rolled her eyes, once more surprised by him. "I did, I know, but about sex in general terms, not about my own personal life."
The conversation fell silent for a time before she finally told him, "Yes, I do. When the opportunity is there and I'm feeling that way."
"I do too," he shared. "Everybody does it. Jenny would do it and she'd let me watch. Can I watch you do it?"
She was quickly finding that the revelations stemming from this odd talk were shaking her very foundation. It was difficult for her to find balance between answering questions while still maintaining the integrity of her most intimate actions.
"Tim, that's a very private thing for a woman, and I doubt I could enjoy myself knowing I was being watched, whether it was you or anybody else for that matter," she explained. "Not even your dad has seen me do that."
"You wouldn't have to know that I'm watching," he suggested. "You can just leave the door open. You wouldn't know whether I was there or not. Tell you what. Let's both leave our doors open. That's fair, right?"
"Tim please, you know I can't do that. Can we change the subject, I'm very uncomfortable with this one."
And so the conversation was dropped, leaving Tim in an awkward limbo, uncertain as to his future relationship with the mom he so loved and adored.
* * * * *
Despite the outcome of their conversation which made it quite clear to Tim that his mom was only interested in being a normal mom, he was determined to change her mind. He went to the math lab at the college and studied harder than ever, but didn't let her know it, and pretended not to understand the equations, setting her up for his plan.
Once school was over he drove to his mom's house. Jenny was but a distant memory. His mom was dressed casually in simple shorts and a t-shirt, her firm, unbridled breasts jiggling freely beneath the clothing. He stole glimpses as she did things around the house, his eyes enjoying the varying views of her nice ass and those sweet-looking boobs.
After a nice dinner he sat down at the kitchen table and asked for her help, which she was more than happy to provide. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, which Tim thought was sexy. But then again any way his mom wore her hair he thought was sexy, because she was extremely sexy no matter what.
After working on a problem he threw down his pencil on the table in feigned frustration. "I just don't get it! I hate this number stuff."
She patiently picked up the pencil and handed it back to him. "Don't give up. Do this for me, okay? I'm so proud of you. Work out this next problem on your own. You can do it," she said encouragingly, squeezing on his left arm as she spoke the words.
"What if I get it right?" he asked. "If I get it right what will you do for me?"
Her face reddened with embarrassment as she thought back to their earlier conversation.
"Will you kiss me?" he prompted. "And I don't mean a little kiss, but a real kiss, like I kissed Veronica at the movies. Will you do that for me?"
"Work the problem," she instructed as she got up. "We'll see about the other if you get it right."
At that moment Tim realized that the extra time spent at the math lab had all been worth it. She couldn't deny him now. Within a couple of minutes he checked and rechecked his work before proudly presenting it for her inspection. His mom returned to her seat beside him and verified what he'd done.
"Very good, Tim," she commended him. "You're catching on. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"
He didn't ask her for his reward but rather took it. Moving his hands around her head he drew her mouth to his. Once their lips met he pushed his tongue into her surprised mouth and they deeply kissed. It took a moment before her tongue responded but when it did they shared in the intimacy of the embrace. The wet tongues entwined and explored as they savored one another. It almost seemed as if his mom was lost, that she was kissing someone else, but Tim didn't mind.
After a minute she pulled away, looked into his eyes, became embarrassed, and left the room.
"I love you Mom," he called out after her.
* * * * *
He didn't dare spring the same trap on her again. But that special kiss inspired new fantasies of what could've been. Tim made a point of jerking off after he returned to his mom's house, leaving the door open in keeping with his earlier suggestion, even if she chose not to do the same.
A week had elapsed since the kiss, but that hadn't diluted his latest fantasy. Instead of just loosening his pants and pulling his erection out of the opening Tim decided instead to get undressed. Lying naked on the bed facing the framed photograph of his mom, identical to the one he kept at his dad' house, he gave it a final glimpse before closing his eyes.
"You look great, mom," he told her as he entered the kitchen and saw her standing at the sink washing a few dishes.
"You do too," she said with a glimmer in her green eyes. "Come and give your dear old mom a kiss."
He crossed the kitchen and took her into his arms, their lips meeting in a series of deep kisses that had their tongues extending into one another's mouth. As he pulled her tightly against him he felt her heaving breasts compressing between their bodies, the stiff nipples noticeably throbbing, which quickly had his cock hard.
She felt his arousal and moved a hand down to squeeze on him. He moaned into her mouth, kissing her harder as his tongue made sweeping motions. His arms uncoiled from her waist, hands sneaking under the top and moving up to grip her large, naked boobs. Her body shuddered in response to the touching, nipples swelling under his prodding thumbs.
His mouth separated from hers and their eyes met. "I want you so much, Mom."
"I know, but I can't do this," she tried explaining.
"Sure you can. You want to, we both know that. Just give in," he told her.
The next thing he knew her fingers were tugging at the front of his pants, unleashing his rigid cock. He lifted her up onto the counter and stepped between her legs, tugging the top off to expose the upper half of her body. Tim gazed at the gorgeous sight of his half-naked mom before moving in on her breasts with his hands and mouth, exploring them, savoring each one individually until both her wet with his saliva. It didn't take much before her luscious body was shaking with her arousal.
"I can't," she kept repeating, until he silenced her words with more kissing, caressing her breasts as he did.
As their tongues entwined he moved his hands down, loosening her shorts, pulling them and the panties underneath down her legs until she was naked. He stepped between her thighs again, this time guiding his swollen cock to her pussy.
Tim was close to exploding when he happened to open his eyes. He saw his mom standing in the open doorway watching, mesmerized by the sight of her handsome son. Instead of being ashamed or embarrassed like any other typical guy, he watched her as she watched him as he stroked his stiff cock. Seeing her staring like she was, was better than any fantasy he could dream up. He was already on the verge of climax and with another few strokes his cum was boiling in his balls.
Tim groaned as the distinctly intense, pleasurable sensations accompanied the rise of his semen. After a moment his ejaculations commenced and his cock began squirting out the geysers of his cum, his mom witnessing the whole thing. She kept watching until the eruptions stopped, and then walked away.
Tim wasn't sure what that had been all about. Was she secretly attracted to him, or had she been so shocked by what she was seeing that she couldn't believe her eyes? He hoped it might lead to something more, but he'd have to wait and see.
* * * * *
The rest of the week went by and not a single word was mentioned of the incident. Tim considered going over to see Jenny but had gotten word that things had soured between her and his dad and didn't want to get in the middle of anything. He ended up asking Veronica out and they saw a movie, kissed in the car afterwards, and he took her home. Tim was starting to like her after getting to know her better, but he still was in love with his mom. Nothing could change that.
It was late when he got home and the house was dark. After going inside he saw a light spilling out from her room as the door was open. As he approached it he could hear her soft moans of delight. Making no effort to be sneaky but rather standing in the open doorway just as she had done, he saw her lying on her bed completely nude on her back facing the door, legs spread wide, rapidly plunging a white plastic dildo in and out of her wet pussy. He immediately grew stiff.
Tim wasn't sure if this was actually happening or if it he was imagining it at first, but after a few moments he knew that he couldn't fantasize the beauty of what he was seeing. Watching Jenny had been fun in an erotic way, but this was far better by comparison.
His mom was goddess-gorgeous, and looked even better naked than she did when she was dressed. It was almost like her slender, shapely body was radiant, her blonde hair all shiny, green eyes glowing as she looked at him watching her. Him standing there didn't appear to bother her at all, in fact he sensed that it was turning her on even more. This was so unlike the mom he thought she was, and he couldn't be any happier than he was at that moment.
Feeling no embarrassment at all Tim lowered his zipper and pulled his cock out, stroking the erect shaft as he stared at the dildo sliding in and out between those glistening, puffy pink folds of her labia. He so wanted for his cock to be the dildo at that moment, all wet with her flowing juice. Tim could only imagine how wonderful it would have felt, but this would have to do for the moment.
Baby steps, he thought to himself.
Emboldened by his arousal he took several steps into her bedroom until he was standing just a few feet from the foot of her king-sized mattress, right hand vigorously pumping on his cock as he gawked at the sight of his mom's sexy body quivering so close by, working the sex toy deeply into her cunt. He split his attention between the glorious sight of her pussy, the hair trimmed into a thin landing strip, and her heaving breasts with those big pink nipples reaching skyward. She looked so much better than Jenny did.
When he watched her climax it was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. As she panted heavily her entire body suddenly clenched hard, followed by waves of motion. Her back arched, nipples tightened, and she wailed cries of intense pleasure as she was gripped by her ecstasy. He watched the whole thing happen, which turned him on even more.
As his mom shuddered and bucked wildly in the throes of delight he stroked his cock hard, climaxing himself, sending geysers of his milky cum several feet away, far enough that the initial ejaculation landed on her left inner thigh just inches from her pussy. At some point he must have closed his eyes because when they opened she was staring at him, smiling wide, as if she'd just watched him climax.
When it was over the atmosphere turned awkward so he just quietly left the room. But at the same time he sensed that the relationship he and his mom had shared had now been irrevocably altered.
* * * * *
"Betty told me that you took Veronica out a second time," his mom brought up during a casual conversation the two were having a couple of days later.
"Yeah, last weekend," he admitted. "I thought I better stay away from dad's until the smoke has settled with all that's been going on over there."
His mom nodded her agreement. "Probably a good idea. I almost feel sorry for Jenny, until I remind myself that she's the one who did it to me."
"Dad's the one who did it to all of us," Tim added.
"So you like Veronica now? Even though she has red hair?" his mom persisted, trying to pry more information from her only son.
"It's not like I can't stand red hair, it just doesn't do anything for me," he explained. "But she's okay, she's a neat person and I enjoy being with her. Look, we're just friends right now." He hesitated, wanting to tell her something but not wanting to shut his mom down. Taking a chance he told her, "You're the one I'm in love with."
"Tim..." she started to say, but her voice trailed off as the words she had intended to speak were left unsaid. "Got big plans for the night?"
"No," he told her. "Want to play cards or something?"
Her eyes lit up. "Sure, that'd be fun. I'll make a snack tray up. How about making us both a drink."
They were several drinks into the bottle before they sat down to play cards. His mom liked spades, which they both enjoyed, and afterwards they were both feeling tipsy.
"How about strip blackjack?" Tim suggested.
His mom reddened at the mention of it, but he persisted. "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. Come on, Mom, live life on the edge."
"Tim, what happened the other day... well, I never should've allowed it. I don't know what came over me, but that's not who I am."
"No," he agreed, "but it is who you want to be. What happens here nobody will ever find out about, okay?"
He dealt the cards and they played their hands, the result of which was a win for him. When she made a move to pull her top off he quickly interceded. "You don't have to, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."
"Like you said, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked or anything," she reassured him with a remarkably un-mom-like sexy grin.
She wasn't wearing a bra and so the removal of the top left her naked from the waist up. He could clearly see and enjoy the view of her upright breasts, which were considerably larger than Jenny's, and the nipples, which were now stiff and straining. His cock quickly started filling out in response. He had to force himself to look away to deal the next hand.
"You think I'm still attractive?" she asked.
"Mom, you look fantastic!"
By the end of the deck Tim was naked and his mom was down to her panties.
"Since I still have something on, then I guess this means I win, right?" she cooed.
He smiled back. "Yeah, you win."
"What's my prize?" she asked.
Tim replied, "Whatever I have that you want."
Without another word his mom pulled his chair away from the table so she could admire his sitting body for a moment, noting his obvious erection. Next she knelt down in front of him, staring at the straining reddish-purple tip of his cock as her soft fingers fondled his aching balls.
"Oh mom, I never thought this day would come."
She looked up into his eyes. "Son, neither did I. I've thought about it but never imagined doing anything about it."
And after uttering those words her tightly compressed lips pushed over his cock and began licking and sucking on him. Tim closed his eyes and leaned back, hands cupping the back of her head, hips gently thrusting his cock into her welcoming mouth. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. The sexual attention he was receiving did not take long to get his balls tingling with building pressure. Tim was harder than he'd ever been before, even with Jenny.
He concentrated on the sensation of her lips traveling up and down the shaft, her wildly swirling tongue seemingly in all places at once. After a few sucks of his length she backed her mouth off to lick the sensitized head, and then go back to sucking on his full length. At the same time her hands were squeezing on his balls, stimulating them. A few times she licked the underside of his cock from the base to the top, dizzying him with the intense sensations of delight.
She stopped just before he erupted, stepped back, and removed her panties, which left her naked. She sat on the table beside him and widened her legs, exposing her most treasured and personal part to the son she trusted and dearly loved. No words were needed to communicate the fact that she was giving herself to him for his pleasure.
Still sitting, Tim firmly gripped her slender waist and pressed his mouth against her pussy lips. He sniffed at first before rubbing his lips against hers. Then his tongue extended and started licking from the top to the bottom, tasting the fragrant, tart flavor of her flowing nectar. The tip of his tongue pushed between the folds and began exploring the slit. Every time it came in close contact with her clit he felt the tremors passing through her body and heard the gasps escaping her lips.
Her response fed his excitement and before long Tim was eating her out with a passion. His tongue, initially timid, was now exploring every crevice, returning to her clit every few seconds to keep her arousal building. Without realizing it he'd worked two fingers into her cunt and was ramming them into her, her flowing juice coating the digits as he teased the swollen nub of her pleasure center. Before long his mom was writhing on the kitchen table, her hands tugging his mouth harder against her melting core as she frantically ground her insatiable cunt upon his lips.
Sensing her impending climax Tim pulled himself away, stood up, and replaced his fingers with his fully rigid cock. He was larger than her pussy was and it yielded, stretching wider to accommodate his penetrating hardness. After firmly gripping her waist Tim raised her lower torso off the table and began pounding his cock fully into his mom's snug, juicy pussy.
"Oh baby, feel so great," she groaned as she grabbed her own boobs and began squeezing on them.
Seeing her touching herself turned him on even more. He banged into his mom with renewed vigor, slamming his cock as deeply as it could reach. She was quickly on the verge again and then achieved climax. He could feel her pussy tightening around his driving cock like a tight glove as her body began shuddering with the vibrations of ecstasy. Juice flooded her hole and soaked his shaft, dripping down over his jerking balls.
The erotic intensity of the coupling drove Tim to the edge and beyond. Never thinking this would ever happen, realizing a fantasy come true, his over-stimulated balls unleashed their load. In a torrent his cock began squirting ropes of cum into his mom's center, again and again, until he had nothing left to deliver.
* * * * *
Tim kept dating Veronica, one night a week, and was happy when he finished math with the highest grade in the class. As for Tim and his mom, they maintained a sex life for over a year. Starting out they went at it like two wild dogs for well over six months, tapering off a bit after that.
Veronica was extremely impressed with his patience about not compelling her to go beyond first base, which she interpreted as very respectful. When she was ready she silently invited his hands to explore her body, which he willingly did. Three years later they married. But that could not extinguish the love he had for his mom, which continues to this day. Even her eventual remarriage did not keep them from enjoying one another when the opportunity presented itself.
As for Tim's dad, Jenny left and he has a new woman now living with him. As to whether or not this will be his lifelong mate is yet to be determined.
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