


The Reprieve

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2016-04-27
Updated: 2016-07-06
Packaged: 2017-04-19 17:23:00
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-reprieve
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Jason finds special favor with his mother after her
divorce.</p>
<p>2. Jason and Valerie let their friends in on their secret.</p>
Erotica Tags: Group Sex, Incest/Taboo, Lesbian, Mature, Mother, Mother-Son,
Oral Sex, Son
Average Rating: 4.65





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Reprieve

The Reprieve Ch. 02




        The Reprieve


I watched the cum stream up her back and ass, barely able to keep my eyes open
as my orgasm overwhelmed me. The brunette peered back at me over her shoulder
as she rubbed the seed glazing her backside, cooing as she ran her fingers
through the warm syrup. The weakened stream flowed over my own fingers as I
slowly milked the remaining cream from my erection. Her satisfaction showed in
the gaze of her emerald eyes as she licked her fingers clean with a subtle
smile. I dropped my head back and sighed, my own urges satisfied.  
  
"Jase? You in there?" she called, knocking twice.  
  
OH, SHIT!  
  
I slammed my laptop shut and jumped from my desk chair. "Yeah! Just a minute!
I'm changing," I called back, hoping my mother wouldn't hear the panic in my
voice.  
  
"Okay, just letting you know that dinner's about ready."  
  
"Thanks, mom," I answered, wiping my hand on a t-shirt I pulled from the
hamper. "I'm coming." I wiped off my dick and made sure I hadn't missed any on
myself before checking around my desk. I put on a shirt and shorts and went to
the bathroom to clean up. I walked downstairs and saw my little brother Tyler
setting the table. Tyler is eleven and was a surprise since my parents had
been told they couldn't have any more children. After delivering Tyler, they
went ahead and tied mom's tubes so she couldn't get pregnant again. She had
miscarried a few times and they had a lot of complications getting pregnant
and during her pregnancies, so they opted not to continue trying.  
  
"Jason, would you put the dinner on the table, please?" asked mom. I started
placing the bowls of mashed potatoes and beans and salad as she finished
placing the chicken on the platter. She made the drinks as I set the platter
on the table and sat down. A minute later we were helping ourselves to mom's
cooking and talking about our day.  
  
"Jase, your father called and wants to switch weekends. Your brother's
schedule is clear, but is there any reason why you can't see him this
weekend?"  
  
I sighed and shook my head.  
  
"Jason, honey, don't be like that. This is hard for all of us and we're all
making adjustments."  
  
"Not dad."  
  
"Jason!"  
  
"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I know he is. Every time I go over there I feel like
I'm in the way. Like, if he wants to go out or do something or have somebody
over, he can't because he has to babysit me."  
  
"Honey, you're eighteen, he doesn't have to babysit you. He just wants to
spend time with you."  
  
"I doubt that."  
  
"Why?"  
  
"It's just. . . never mind. It doesn't matter." I continued to look idly at my
plate and poke at my food. "I'll go."  
  
She sighed and looked sad.  
  
"I like going to dad's," smiled Tyler. "He has a pool and he lets me stay up
late!"  
  
"It's not his pool," I rebutted. "Everyone in the apartment complex gets to
use it."  
  
"Jason," mom sighed, resting her hand on mine.  
  
"I don't care," Tyler shrugged. "I still get to swim and it has a slide."  
  
"Whatever," I said.  
  
"May I be excused?" asked Tyler.  
  
"Of course, baby. Put your dishes in the sink."  
  
Tyler jumped up and put all his dishes in the sink before running out of the
kitchen. Mom squeezed the hand she had never released. "Are you okay with. .
." she waved her other hand in the air, "All of this?"  
  
"I don't know. I'm trying to get used to it, mom. I really am. I'm graduating
in a few months and I'm going to be leaving Tyler alone to deal with you and
dad, and it bothers me."  
  
"You don't owe anything to your brother, you know that."  
  
"Well, dad doesn't—"  
  
"Your father is doing his best!" She cut me off and then took a breath and
closed her eyes. She calmed down and said, "Your father is doing the best he
can given the circumstances, and he's trying to be a good dad to you and to
Tyler. Just because he and I couldn't work it out doesn't mean you can't."  
  
"He cheated on you, mom. A lot."  
  
"Neither one of us was perfect."  
  
"I'm not talking about being perfect! I'm talking about not screwing around on
my mom!" Her eyes went wide and she pulled back. "I mean, on your wife. You're
not supposed to screw around on your wife. I mean that's the point of
marriage, right? To choose to be with the same person for the rest of your
life?"  
  
"Well, yes, but. . . well, it's not as simple as that. Things come up. Life
gets hard. People change."  
  
"It's okay, mom," I said, pulling away and standing up to put my dishes in the
sink. "I get it. I'll go see dad tomorrow and enjoy myself." I rushed out of
the kitchen and up to my room where I changed to go for a run. Running always
made me feel better, and when I got upset I figured it was always better than
doing drugs or doing something stupid, so I became an avid runner. I called
out that I was going for a run as I pulled the front door closed behind me.  
  
My "hard training" playlist shuffled through, pushing me to give everything as
I ran my four-mile loop. I was only semi-surprised when I set a personal best
because I'm not a very fast runner over distances. I was back home in just
under 35 minutes, which was more than a minute and a half improvement. I
walked down the cul-de-sac, circling it before walking slowly back home to
cool down and when I got inside I heard mom on the phone in the kitchen.  
  
". . . Help this weekend, plus he has a project to finish. . . No, Tyler will
still be able to go, and he's looking forward to a swim, so be ready. . . Six
o'clock, then. . . He'll be ready."  
  
I closed the door behind me and walked into the kitchen. Mom was chewing on
her thumbnail, a look of concentration on her face when I walked in. She
smiled at me, looking unsure. "Good run?" I pulled a bottle of water from the
refrigerator and opened it as I told her it was a great run with a personal
best of more than a minute. I then asked if that was dad on the phone and she
confirmed that it was. "I told him you wouldn't be able to make it this
weekend."  
  
"You did?" I smiled. She looked relieved and nodded. "How did you pull that
off?"  
  
"I told him I needed your help, something I had planned knowing that you
wouldn't be available next weekend. And I added a cherry on top by telling him
you had a project to finish up."  
  
"But I don't have a project," I smiled.  
  
"I know. And I don't have anything I need your help with, either." She had the
biggest smile on her face, bringing an even bigger smile from mine.  
  
"Thanks, mom."  
  
"You're welcome. I guess you can spend the weekend making it up to me."  
  
"I can do that."  
  
"You know what we haven't done in years?"  
  
"What?"  
  
"We haven't gone on a movie date. Remember when we used to do that when you
were little?"  
  
"I do. Wait, we don't have to go see a kid's movie, do we?"  
  
"Not this time," she laughed. "As a matter of fact, what do you think about
playing hooky tomorrow and we can start the weekend early? We'll go to the
five-dollar showing in the morning, have some lunch and then be back before
Tyler gets home. No one will suspect a thing."  
  
"Are you serious? You're letting me skip school?"  
  
"Only if you think you can keep up. If you're grades are affected, I'll never
forgive you. Or myself."  
  
"I'll keep up, I promise!"  
  
"It's a date, then!" she said, clapping her hands. I leaned down and kissed
her cheek before making my way to my room to clean up. After my shower I
finished my homework and studied a little extra to stay on top of stuff for
Monday.  
  
At about 9:30 I heard Tyler go to bed and about an hour later, mom came in to
tell me good night. She was wearing her usual cool weather pajamas, which were
a set of dark blue lounge pants with small flowers on them and a plain dark
blue Henley. When she bent over to kiss the top of my head, her braless breast
pushed against my arm. It was soft and full and moved freely beneath the thin
cotton of her shirt. She smelled like some kind of coconut mixture, and I knew
it was her shampoo and conditioner. The soft aroma swirled around my head and
I inhaled subtly to appreciate it even more without giving myself away.  
  
She stepped back and smiled at me. "Good night. I'll see you in the morning.
As soon as Tyler is on the bus, we'll go get some breakfast."  
  
"Sounds good, mom." I smiled up at her and when she turned to walk away, I
watched her leave.  
  
Let me back up and explain something. The woman on the video my little story
opened on, wasn't my mother. She didn't even look like her, really. My mother
is a brunette, really a light brown with some blonde and red natural
highlights while the woman in the video was a darker brunette. My mother is a
similar shape, I guess, to the actress, except for the fake breasts. Best I
can tell, my mother's are real, but are full and don't seem to hang heavily. I
honestly couldn't say about whether she is shaved or trimmed or has a full
bush. Her rear end is a little bigger than the woman on my screen, or at least
it would seem so, but mom is in good shape.  
  
She's actually the one who encouraged me to run when I got upset. She said it
has always helped her, and even teased that it was why she still had her
girlish figure. I had a pretty bad temper, but held in my anger and on
occasion would dent the sheet rock in my room by punching the wall. My dad
eventually made me patch my own holes and dents and my mother suggested a more
productive way to work through my feelings. Now I run and think through things
and can sometimes come back home and talk things out if needed. That's why she
let me go without a complaint this evening; she knew.  
  
Back to my description. Ultimately, my appeal for that one actress, the thing
that reminds me most of my own mother, are those green eyes. They are almost
emerald in the sun, with flecks of gold. It's one of the things my friends
have commented on since we hit puberty. Embarrassing? Yes, but I understood.
They are eyes that are kind and loving. When she is sad or angry, her eyes
give her away. On that video, however, was an expression I had never seen in
my own mother's eyes: lust. I have never seen my mother in a sexual fury,
don't remember seeing her give my father that look, not that she hasn't; maybe
I just never picked up on it.  
  
Her ass rounded the doorframe to my room and disappeared into the darker
hallway. A moment later I heard her door close, bumping the frame.  
  
It was a lost cause once she came into my room. I knew I would never regain my
concentration. I closed my books and went to the bathroom to clean up and
brush my teeth. I returned to my room and closed and locked the door. I
plugged my ear buds into my laptop and adjusted the volume, only putting one
bud in my ear so I could hear if someone knocked. I typed in the address to my
favorite video site and typed in the actress' name and "anal".  
  
Okay, I admit it. I want to fuck my own mother up the ass. Maybe she would
never do that with anyone, I don't know. I know she would never do it with me,
though. I'm her son. That's just messed up, any way you slice it. So I
fantasize. I dream. I look into the green eyes, pixels compressed to create my
fantasy, of the starlet on the screen. I pull my shorts and underwear down to
my knees and grip my growing erection, imagining it is not my grip, but hers,
that slithers up my shaft. It is not my own hand that smears the lubricant,
but rather it is her tongue that bathes me, her lips that embrace me. I can
feel her pussy grip me while she rides, all the time looking over her shoulder
and asking if I like it. I do. She asks if I want to. . .  
  
And I do. She smiles and lifts up before gripping me. She holds me steady as
she presses down onto me. I watch the faceless dick on my computer, the
nameless wad of fortune and favor who gets to have this goddess, this. . .
Venus, burying him inside herself. He gets to feel the heat and grip of yet
another of her openings, the ones she has trained to give him pleasure. And I
can only dream. Imagine. Long for that kind of touch from my own green-eyed
beauty.  
  
The voice cries out a warning and she jumps from his lap before dropping to
her knees as he stands. I can finally let go. I grunt as fire erupts from my
balls, up through my shaft. My seed arcs high in the air time and again while
she coos and giggles, the throbbing shaft firing stream after stream of
another man's batter, glazing her face and neck. She wipes a puddle from her
eyelid and waves to the camera with a smile. "Thank you, baby!" She blows a
kiss and the screen fades to black.  
  
Alone again I wipe myself off, pull up my underwear, leaving my shorts on the
chair, and climb into bed. Tyler leaves tomorrow to spend the weekend with our
father and I get to stay here with mom. I got a reprieve. I need to make the
most of it.  
  
*******  
  
Kesha woke me up by screaming in my ear. I smacked the snooze button before
she could get any further under my skin. Sitting up I rubbed my eyes and
turned to rest my feet on the floor. I turned off my alarm because I didn't
want anyone else yelling at me or whining about a boyfriend nine minutes
later. I pulled on my shorts and walked to Tyler's room before knocking to get
him up.  
  
Naturally he didn't answer so I had to shake him awake. He wouldn't budge so I
reminded him about his weekend with dad. He smiled a little and sat up. "You
go get ready and I'll lay out everything on your bed so you can pack it up
this afternoon."  
  
"Okay," he said, giving me a hug as he walked past me. I have to admit that as
much as he annoyed me, I liked his childishness in a lot of ways. I looked
around his room and he had some Star Wars stuff, Legos, and poster of his
favorite Pitcher, but he still had the ragged stuffed dog that was his
security since a few days after his birth. I grabbed some clothes and
remembered his swimsuit and favorite beach towel with Spongebob Squarepants on
it.  
  
Once he came back into his room, I went into the bathroom and showered up for
the day. By the time I was clean and dressed and made my way to the kitchen,
Tyler was drinking the milk from his bowl, the open box of Lucky Charms beside
him on the table. I closed and put it in the pantry and talked to him for a
minute before giving him his lunch box and backpack so he could catch the bus.  
  
"Bye, mom!" he called.  
  
Mom came down the hall, putting on an earring with a smile. "Bye, baby." She
kissed the top of his head as they hugged. "Have a good day, okay? I love
you."  
  
"Love you, too," he called as he ran through the door.  
  
Mom turned to face me with a smile on her face. It quickly faded. "What?" she
asked. "What's wrong?"  
  
"What?" I was in a daze. "Nothing. You just look. . . man, mom, you look
really nice! I should probably change. I feel kind of—"  
  
"Oh, hush! You're making a big deal out of nothing. You look great! We're just
going to a movie." She laughed and shook her head. "You are a charming one,
though, I'll give you that."  
  
"I'm going to be the envy of every guy we see today," I said with a smile. She
smacked my arm and told me to hush again.  
  
Here I was in a t-shirt and jeans (my official uniform, mom always said) and
she was wearing a nice red shirt and black mini skirt. She caught me looking
and when I looked back to her face, she had this little crooked smile and had
one eyebrow raised. "Eyes up here, young man. I'm still your mother."  
  
"Sorry," I mumbled.  
  
"That said," she added, grabbing her purse from the table, "It is nice to get
a man's attention, even if it is my son's."  
  
She hooked her hand in my arm and we walked toward the front door. "That's
because I know a beautiful woman when I see one, even if it is my mom." She
laughed and handed me the keys.  
  
"You drive."  
  
She gave me another look of surprise when I opened the passenger side door of
her SUV, and I watched her runner's legs as she climbed in. Once in, I closed
the door and walked around to the driver's side. As we drove toward town I
asked about breakfast and we talked about going someplace different, so she
mentioned a place that was only open for breakfast and lunch and had a wide
variety. I knew just the place she was talking about and we made our way
there.  
  
On the way, she looked on her phone to find starting times for movies so we
could decide what to see. As she looked and talked, my eyes seemed to be
automatically drawn to her exposed legs. Her skirt, short enough anyway, had
crept a little higher when she sat down in the car.  
  
"Jase?" I looked up and caught her smiling. "Busted," she laughed. I looked
away, embarrassed. She looked back at her phone and said, "Here's what's
playing first." She read three movies with starting times between 9 and 9:30,
only one of which interested us enough to make an effort to go see it. It was
a horror movie with good reviews, and one that had drawn our attention during
the trailers on TV.  
  
We went to the diner we had talked about and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of
omelets and toast.  
  
"Thanks for letting me stay home today, mom."  
  
"Oh, you're welcome, sweetie. It should be fun. Remember our deal, though,
okay? Don't make me regret this."  
  
"No problem," I smiled.  
  
Mom put down her fork and took a sip of coffee before she cleared her throat
and wiped her mouth with the napkin. "May I ask you a question, Jase?" I
nodded as I chewed. "This may sound odd, but I've always been curious. What is
the appeal of an older woman to a young man?"  
  
I nearly choked, bringing a smile from my mom. "I'm sorry? What was that?"  
  
"I was wondering why younger men, like your own age, would be attracted to
older women my age. I hear the term MILF thrown around some and I know that
I've caught you. . . your friends looking at me. But I'm older and don't have
the looks of the young women at school or what you'll see at college. I'm past
my prime."  
  
I laughed and shook my head. "You're kidding, right?"  
  
"No," she said seriously, looking a little confused. "I'm serious!"  
  
"Come on, mom, look at you! If you're past your prime, I can't imagine how you
looked IN your prime!"  
  
"Stop it," she giggled. That's right, my mother actually giggled.  
  
"Seriously. All my friends have made comments. It's kind of embarrassing
actually."  
  
"Just your friends?" she asked, taking another sip.  
  
"What do you mean?" I knew what she meant.  
  
"Come on, Jase. I see the way you look at me sometimes. And while I appreciate
being admired by young men, I'm still your mother."  
  
"Noted."  
  
"So, again, why the appeal?"  
  
"I don't know, really. Maybe it's the confidence, or the different build.
Mature women are more. . . developed? And, honestly, I think it's the belief
that older women have more experience. . . sexually. . . and that's an appeal
all its own."  
  
"Wow. Jase."  
  
"Sorry, mom," I said apologetically. "I hope that wasn't too much."  
  
"No, I asked. I just wasn't expecting the answer."  
  
"What did you expect?"  
  
"I don't know," she said. "That's why I asked." She smiled and thanked me for
my honesty before picking up her fork again.  
  
"While we're on the subject," I began, "What's the appeal of the younger man?"  
  
"Oh, that's easy," she laughed. "Stamina and recovery time. Plus the good ones
still have a good build. For instance, you're in great shape, and don't think
my friends haven't noticed."  
  
"Nice, mom."  
  
"What? You asked!"  
  
"I stand corrected." We both laughed. After finishing our breakfast we made
our way to the theater, and again I noticed her legs and the curve of her
muscles in her thigh and calf. As she pulled herself into the car by the
handle above the door I noticed her forearm and bicep, showing the effort she
made to keep the shape of her youth. Once she was in, I closed the door and
made my way around to the driver's side again. The short drive to the theater
was nearly silent, but not uncomfortably so.  
  
As we walked from the car to the theater, mom again hooked her hand through my
arm. This time she squeezed and said, "See? This is what my friends are
talking about."  
  
I smiled and looked down at her cleavage and pointed, saying, "See? That is
what my friends are talking about."  

She gasped and laughed, smacking my arm. "Jason! Shame on you!" I just laughed
and shrugged. She smiled at me sideways and shook her head as we continued to
the ticket booth. She paid for our tickets and we walked inside just as the
previews were starting. A few minutes later we were engulfed in darkness and
eerie music. For the next hour and a half, mom reached over whenever something
creepy was happening and would squeeze my arm. Eventually I lifted the armrest
and she was able to scoot closer to me, leaning into me. At one point she
gripped my leg and screamed, her fingers digging into my thigh. I rested my
hand on her thigh and squeezed when she would squeeze mine. She never said
anything or looked at me.  
  
Fortunately she also didn't notice my erection. I missed about a third of the
movie between copping feels of my mom's leg, with the smooth skin and firm
muscle, and taking glimpses down her shirt as she curled into me. I hope she
didn't notice either of these, but I couldn't take it back if she did. We were
almost alone in the theater and when the movie ended, the other people leaving
as soon as the credits rolled.  
  
"You can move your hand," mom laughed.  
  
"Sorry." I lifted my hand away.  
  
She patted my knee and stood. When she leaned over to get her purse from the
seat beside her, I caught myself looking at her ass briefly before she stood.
I stood and adjusted my dick before she turned around, so I could make the
bulge less obvious. She turned around and said, "Now what?"  
  
"I don't know," I said. "We had just talked about breakfast and a movie."  
  
"Tyler won't be home until almost four, so we have plenty of time."  
  
"Have you been to Skeeter's?" I asked.  
  
"No. I've seen the commercials."  
  
"Let's go. They have a full arcade and a good menu. It'll be fun."  
  
"Sounds good to me."  
  
Twenty minutes later we were getting $25 cards at Skeeter's and mom was
talking about how she couldn't believe this place. It looked like a nice
restaurant, complete with a fully stocked bar. "They don't let children in
after four o'clock," I explained. They open the gambling tables," I said,
pointing to green felt tables for poker, blackjack, roulette, and craps, "But
since gambling is illegal, you just pay to play in thirty minute increments,
but you can't win or lose any money."  
  
"I need to remember this place," she laughed. "The girls would love it!"  
  
"You're probably right." We walked into the arcade in the back and she laughed
as she pointed out some classic games, but they were connected to projectors
and screens.  
  
"I've always wanted to try this one!" she said.  
  
"Sounds good. I've never played." It sounds weird to say, but it was a fishing
game, and when you cast the rod, the weight would hit the screen and create a
plop in the water. You could reel it back in to troll a fish or let it sit and
wait for a bite. Honestly, it was more fun than I thought it would be and was
also surprised that mom had even wanted to try it. We laughed and played three
games before we decided to do something else.  
  
"That was fun," said mom.  
  
"I'm surprised you wanted to try that one."  
  
"Well, I don't know if you know this about me, but I used to go fishing with
my dad all the time when I was growing up."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yep. Even won a tournament. It was one of those where anything you caught
counted, so it didn't have to be a bass, and I won with this ugly old catfish.
But, hey, I got a trophy!"  
  
We played a couple more games and then agreed on some lunch. By the time we
enjoyed our lunch and used up the game cards on some more games, it was almost
three o'clock. We headed home so we could be there when Tyler came in and
could make sure he was ready to go to dad's for the weekend.  
  
As I drove home, mom reached for my hand on the console and squeezed it. "I
really had a great time with you today," she said.  
  
"Me, too." She didn't let go of my hand, and I didn't prompt her to. "So, do
you want to do something tonight or tomorrow?"  
  
"I think we should stay home tonight. We'll see about tomorrow."  
  
"Fair enough." I noticed she was idly rubbing her thumb on the back of my hand
as she looked out the side window. I cleared my throat and when she looked
over at me I asked, "How about after Tyler leaves, I give you a foot rub, help
you relax a little."  
  
"Mmmm, that sounds nice. I haven't had a foot rub in a long time. By the way,
I don't think Tyler or your father need to know you stayed home today, do
you?"  
  
"I don't think so."  
  
*******  
  
We weren't home for very long when Tyler came in. Mom and I both helped get
Tyler ready by making sure he had everything he needed and that all his
homework was finished before he left. Next thing we know, it is six o' clock
and dad shows up to pick up my brother. Dad offered again for me to come with
them, but mom insisted she needed me. It was obvious that dad was itching to
leave and was uncomfortable talking with mom anyway.  
  
Rather than cooking, mom thought it would be easier and more fun just to order
in. We ordered Chinese food to have it delivered and mom decided we should
change while we waited. I put on some gym shorts and a t-shirt and scrolled
through our movie choices to see if mom wanted to watch any of them. When she
came in, my groin immediately tingled. I don't know that she did it on
purpose, and it wasn't just her choice of lounge wear; it was her choice on
top of the events of the day: the porn last night, the mini skirt today, the
cleavage, conversation, touching, and the knowledge that it would just be the
two of us for the next two days. Foolish? Yes. Pitiful actually. But it's how
I was thinking and my body responded against my will.  
  
She walked casually in front of me, looking at the television. I couldn't tell
if I just noticed the move of her hips for the first time, or if it was just a
little exaggerated, but her walk was a little sexy. She was wearing a short
satin nightgown, dark red with spaghetti straps. It wasn't the first time she
had worn it around the house, but tonight I saw it differently. Was she
wearing it differently?  
  
"What are we watching?" she asked, settling down beside me on the couch. Her
breasts moved gently as she settled. No bra. The little bumps of her nipples
were evident, but she didn't seem to notice. No, this wasn't right. This is my
mother; she's not trying to tease me or seduce me. I've been watching way too
much MILF porn.  
  
"Up to you," I answered. "These are the on-demand movies that just came out.
If you see something you like we'll take a look."  
  
"Sounds good." I scrolled through and she would stop me on occasion and ask me
to flip over to the description. We were still looking through the movies when
the doorbell rang. Mom told me the money was on the counter and to take care
of it while she looked for a movie.  
  
After taking care of the delivery and getting everything ready, I brought in
her plate and drink, then brought in my own. As I sat down, she said, "How
about this one? I hear it's pretty good."  
  
"Is it six dollars good?"  
  
"I don't know, but it's six dollars. It won't break us. If it stinks, we'll
find something else."  
  
"Well, it has sexual situations in it," I said, pointing at the screen that
had the rating and reasons.  
  
"It's still only rated R, so they can't be that bad," she shrugged. She
glanced at me and said, "It's probably not the worst you've seen." She did a
terrible job of hiding her smile.  
  
I muttered something like, "Yeah, I guess." I don't remember exactly. I had a
bunch of thoughts just run through my head when she said that. What did she
know, had she seen or heard something, that kind of stuff. But she didn't make
a big deal about it, so I didn't either.  
  
She curled her legs up and started the movie. She chose one that was a
thriller and it when it said it had sexual situations in it, it was more than
either of us was really expecting. They were pretty graphic. This guy was an
addiction counselor, but over the course of time it was revealed that he was a
sex addict himself, and he had two or three escorts he called on a regular
basis. The sex on-screen didn't show any penetration, obviously, but it was
still pretty graphic.  
  
"Wow," mom said, her eyebrows arched, "I remember when all you would see was
boobs and butts. Now you see. . . well. . . more."  
  
"Do you want me to turn it off?" I asked.  
  
"No, that's okay. I mean, unless you want to. I'm kind of into the story now.
But I can watch it later."  
  
"I'm cool with it if you are."  
  
"Watching sex movies with your mom, huh?"  
  
"Don't make it weird."  
  
She laughed and we watched for another couple of minutes before she said, "At
least everyone is beautiful."  
  
"There's that."  
  
"I can't believe they showed his Johnson," mom said.  
  
"Mom!"  
  
"What? They did!"  
  
"I know, but still!"  
  
"Well, if you had a dangler like that, wouldn't you be showing it off, too?"  
  
"I don't know. It's not that impressive."  
  
"Trust me, it's impressive," she laughed. I just shrugged. "What? Oh, did I
embarrass you? Don't worry, baby, it's how you use it that's most important.
Meet a woman's needs and size isn't much of an issue."  
  
"I'm not saying anything," I said. "Besides, most of those women look like
their boobs are fake. They don't look like real ones."  
  
"They are a little too round, huh?" she snickered.  
  
"Yeah. I like real ones."  
  
She paused the movie and looked at me. "How do you know that?"  
  
"Know what?"  
  
"How do you know you like real ones? You've only had a couple of girlfriends
that I know of, and girls your age are generally too young to have implants.
So how do you know?"  
  
"Well. . . I. . . uh. . ."  
  
"Porn?!"  
  
"Mom!" I was embarrassed that she even said the word.  
  
"It is! You've been looking at porn! Jason, no! That's a bad idea. Do you know
how many problems that can cause? Now I know why you can't keep your eyes off
of me!"  
  
"What?! Mom!"  
  
"It's true! I catch you all the time checking out my boobs or my butt or legs.
It's one thing for you to check out my friends, and even your friends'
mothers, but you can't even keep your eyes off of me."  
  
"That's not true, mom."  
  
"Yes it is. That's why you're always hiding your erections." Her eyes went
wide and her hand flew to her mouth as soon as she said it.  
  
"MOM!"  
  
"I'm sorry, Jason," she said, reaching for me. "I shouldn't have said that."  
  
"No, you shouldn't have! I can't believe you!"  
  
She placed her hand on mine and quietly apologized. "I'm really sorry, honey.
It just slipped out."  
  
I sighed and nodded. "It's okay. Maybe you're right. I shouldn't be looking at
porn and I admit. . . don't be mad, okay? Or think I'm a creep?"  
  
"I promise."  
  
"I admit that I do notice how beautiful you are. I can't help it. And when
Steve and Baxter make comments, it doesn't help."  
  
"Bax? I thought he was gay."  
  
"No way! Not Bax. He gets more pu. . . girls than anyone I've ever met!"  
  
"Have they ever said anything about their own mothers?"  
  
I glanced at her and looked down at my lap before shrugging a little.  
  
"They have, haven't they?" I didn't answer. She paused. "Can I let you in on a
little secret? You have to promise not to tell." I looked up and nodded,
hopeful at getting a little dirt on that smartass Steve.  
  
"I know Bax isn't gay. His mother, Tracey, is a good friend of mine, you know.
We have occasionally talked over lunch or drinks, about some pretty big stuff.
One day at lunch a couple of years ago she let it slip that she and Bax were
very close." She let that statement hang in the air as if I was supposed to
know what it meant. I just shook my head. "VERY. . . close." She took a sip of
her drink and peered at me over the rim.  
  
I thought I caught it. "You mean. . . they. . . is he sleeping with his mom?"
I asked, surprised. She just winked at me with a little smirk.  
  
She lowered her glass and cleared her throat. "They have been together for a
couple of years now. She said it was an accident at first in a moment of
weakness, but it didn't take long for her to realize this was what she really
wanted. She said she feels safe with him and that because of how much they
love each other, they want to make each other happy. It takes the edge off and
keeps them both from making bad choices by sleeping with random people when
they get antsy."  
  
"But they're mother and son."  
  
"I know that and so do they. She said that after that first time, they talked
about it. Over time they realized this was good for them, even if no one else
understood or agreed. Do they keep it secret? Yes. Do they feel guilty? Not
according to Tracey."  
  
I waited a moment before asking, but I wanted to know. "Would you? Feel
guilty, I mean?"  
  
She looked down at her glass. "I don't know," she said quietly.  
  
"Can I tell you something?"  
  
"Of course."  
  
"You were right. I do think about you. Sometimes."  
  
"I figured."  
  
"And it's not because of the porn."  
  
"I know. I've watched you for a long time. Honestly, at first it was weird and
I thought it would pass. But then it started to get flattering." She sighed
and took another sip. "Your father hasn't been interested in me for a long
time. I wondered if I really looked that bad. And then I would remember that
other guys looked at me: in town, your friends. You. And it was flattering. It
made me feel beautiful."  
  
"Look at me, mom." She looked up. "You are beautiful." She smiled a little and
looked away.  
  
"Thank you."  
  
"I'm sorry you haven't heard it more. You shouldn't have those kinds of
doubts."  
  
"Your father—"  
  
"He's an idiot." She looked shocked. "It's true. You're amazing, mom.
Beautiful, intelligent, kind. If he can't see—" My words were cut off by her
mouth. I had never seen her move so fast in my life, not even the time I fell
off the top of the slide and she caught me before I hit the ground. Now here I
was, her tongue in my mouth and she was lying on top of me. I didn't waste any
time arguing, but returned her kiss with equal fervor. We kissed for a few
seconds before she pulled away.  
  
"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I didn't want to lose my nerve." Her green eyes
were alive with life, something I had never seen to this extent. It was a mix
of joy with sadness. Sadness for what I didn't ask. It was probably the same
mix of feelings I was experiencing. Here I was making out with the woman of my
dreams, the woman I loved and wanted, fantasized about. But she was my mother.
Shit!  
  
"Don't be sorry. Just don't tell me that we're going to stop at this kiss. I
can't handle that."  
  
As she pulled my hand to her breast, she asked, "Does this answer your
question?"  
  
I looked at my hand on her breast, feeling her nipple pressed against my palm.
"This is sudden."  
  
"Not as sudden as you would think."  
  
I was confused, then I realized. "You mean. . ." She nodded and kissed me
again.  
  
I felt free to touch her. As she lay on top of me, I continued to cup and
squeeze her breast. My other hand rested on her satin-covered ass. It was full
and firm and I loved it. She gasped into my mouth as I pinched her nipple
between my index and middle fingers before grasping her again. Her hips rolled
and we moaned into each other's mouths.  
  
She slid her legs up to either side of me, straddling my groin. "This isn't
very comfortable. We should go to my room."  
  
"Are you sure?"  
  
"I'm making out with my son practically in my underwear, and I'm sitting on
his dick. What do you think? Now come on before I change my mind."  
  
She stood and helped me up quickly, leading me strongly by the hand toward her
room. I couldn't help but watch her ass bounce under the satin of her
nightgown. My prick was almost painfully hard. I was suddenly very nervous.
Now I knew what mom meant when she said she had to act before she lost her
nerve. I knew she was older and more experienced, but I realized that
otherwise I didn't know anything about her sexual experiences or desires, what
she would be okay doing. What if I'm not good enough or she doesn't like my
dick? It's one thing to be with a girl who has only been with a couple of
other guys my age, but here is a mature woman who knew what she wanted and
liked. What if I disappointed her?  
  
We rounded the corner into her room and she never even hesitated walking
toward the bed. She turned toward me right at the edge and gave me a gentle
smile as she stroked my cheek. I relaxed at her touch. It suddenly occurred to
me that she didn't want a random dick to get off on. She wanted me to make
love to her. She knew me, and she wanted to be with me. I was not just her
son, but I was a young man she wanted to be with. If her comment about Bax's
mom was any indicator, this wasn't a spur of the moment thing, and it wouldn't
necessarily be the only time we did this. That knowledge both relaxed and
excited me.  
  
I pulled her to me with my hands on her waist and I kissed her gently, tracing
my tongue along her top lip. She moaned quietly and kissed me back just as
gently. For the longest time we just kissed, standing in her room, exploring
each other's bodies with our hands as we learned to kiss each other like
lovers.  
  
Her hand smoothly slid down over my groin and she pulled back. "Whoa!"  
  
"I know, I'm really hard. I can't help it."  
  
"It's not that. You feel. . . oh, wow, I had no idea." She looked down at her
hand as she gripped my shaft through my shorts. "Now I know why you said that
guy in the movie wasn't very impressive." She lowered herself to her knees and
looked up at me as if asking for permission, her eyebrows arched. I smiled as
she tucked her fingers into the sides of my waistband and pulled my shorts
down. My erection sprang free. It didn't hit her, but a string of precum was
flung onto her cheek. She wiped at it with a smile and sucked her finger
clean. A jolt of pleasure shot through me at the sight.  
  
"Holy cow, Jase! Where did you get this?" She gripped it loosely in her hand
and stroked me once. Her hands are small and both of them could have fit and
part of the head would still stick out. I wasn't huge by any means, but
apparently bigger than she expected.  
  
"Stand up, let me see you."  
  
"In a minute," she said, stroking me gently as she looked at my cock and
balls. With one hand she stroked and with the other she cupped my balls,
feeling their weight. She leaned in and kissed the tip, sending another jolt
through me. She brought her hand over the bulb, smearing the leaking
excitement back over the head and shaft, then slowly took me into her mouth,
pushing all the way until I was at her throat. I couldn't believe my mother
was finally giving me a blowjob. I was throbbing. She had to feel it pulsing.
The veins were distended, the head swollen. As she bobbed on my cock
languorously, her hand followed suit, twisting as she worked it back and
forth. The fingers of her other hand tickled and scratched at my sac. I was
embarrassed at the fact that I wasn't going to last very long.  
  
"Mom, I'm sorry," I groaned. "I'm so close already."  
  
"Good. Give it to me," she said with a sultry look in her eyes. She never
looked away as I let go of my seed. She sucked and bobbed in short strokes as
she swallowed my load. Shot after shot fired into her mouth and bursts of
light exploded behind my eyes as I came. I practically collapsed onto the bed,
having lost all strength in my legs. When I fell back, I popped free from
mom's mouth.  
  
She climbed up beside me and stroked my hair. "You okay?" she asked quietly.  
  
"Never better," I breathed. "Where did you learn. . .? On second thought,
don't answer that."  
  
"I don't think it matters where I learned it," she laughed. "Just be happy
that you draw some benefit."  
  
"Oh, I am. Very happy." I sighed, tired from the release. I pulled her down to
lie beside me and caressed her back and side as she lay against me.  
  
"How about making me happy? Then we can both be happy." She sat up and
straddled me, my limp dick lying against me, and my mother's panty-clad pussy
hovering above it.  

I sat up as I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her to me. I kissed her
deeply as my hand moved down to cup her ass through the nightgown and my other
hand gripped her tit. She pushed one spaghetti strap down until it was draped
over her upper arm. I smiled at her as I hooked my fingers through both straps
and pulled them down. She watched the top of her nightgown slide down before
slipping over her nipples and falling to her waist.  
  
"Damn, those are nice tits," I mumbled, shaking my head.  
  
"Are you just going to stare at them?" I quickly sucked a nipple into my mouth
and she gasped at my attack. "Mmmm! That feels good. Do the other one." I
switched to the other nipple and switched back and forth. I loved her tits. I
squeezed her ass as she ground her pussy against me while I sucked on her
perfect pink nipples. She twitched on my lap when I bit lightly on her nipples
and pulled with my teeth. They jiggled a bit as she twitched.  
  
"I'll get some more of that later, baby, but I need your mouth somewhere else
right now." She slid off to the side and lay on her back. Her nightgown was
gathered at her waist and the only other thing she was wearing was a pair of
black boy shorts. She slid the gown down over her hips and tossed it on the
floor. "Take off my panties," she pleaded breathlessly.  
  
My stomach caught in my throat as I reached forward and gripped the waistband
in my fingers. I pulled them down and my mother raised her hips off the bed.
The panties rolled over her hips into a tight roll, the crotch of the panties
sticking to her pussy for just a moment before snapping free, suspended
between her thighs. I quickly noticed her tuft of short brown hair, trimmed
into a narrow triangle and extending down her labia. She kept it short and
managed, but did not shave it off. I loved it. Her lips were a bright pink,
glossy with her excitement and flared open in invitation.  
  
I pulled her panties off the rest of the way and dropped them on the bed
beside me. I watched as my mother spread her toned legs wide and ran her
fingers through her lips, sighing at her own touch. She extended her hand to
me and I leaned forward to suck on her fingers. Her pussy tasted delicious:
musky, salty, and a little sweet. The pheromones trapped in her hair wafted up
toward me and I could feel the humidity radiating from her groin as I drew
close. I inhaled deeply and groaned.  
  
This day kept getting better. Don't fuck this up, I thought. Make her happy so
she comes back for more. I looked up and noticed that she was cupping her tits
and pulling at her nipples. "You smell amazing, mom." She smiled at that. "And
you taste even better." I sucked her lips into my mouth and pulled back,
stretching them away from her body and sucking the juices off of them.  
  
"Oh!" she whimpered. "That's nice, Jase!" I repeated it and then pointed my
tongue and licked in the groove between her inner and outer lips, bringing
another moan before repeating it on the other side. I began to gently caress
all over her groin with my tongue and lips, even nibbling at her inner thighs.
I pressed her thighs open even further and tasted her in a broader circle,
lapping her excitement from her thighs and up to the top of her mound. I
looked her in the eye as I licked down past her perineum and circled her anus
with my pointed tongue, bringing a yelp from her and causing her to drop her
head back onto the bed.  
  
"You taste so good. And your pussy is beautiful, mom."  
  
"Say that again, baby."  
  
"You have a beautiful pussy."  
  
"No. The other thing." She arched her eyebrows.  
  
I smiled warmly. "Mom." She shuddered and her head once again rested on the
mattress. I began to eat her in earnest, lapping gently at her lips, pulling
on them, burying my tongue in her vagina, and licking and sucking at her clit.
Her hips began to roll as she responded to my effort. Mom was gasping and
whining.  
  
"Mom." She looked down at me. "Can you suck on your own tit?" She smiled and
sat up a little, resting on her elbows. She lifted one of her tits and stuck
out her tongue to lash at the nipple. It was incredibly sexy. "Damn, you're
sexy." I licked her while I watched her lick herself. A couple of times she
sucked on her own nipple and even bit it, pulling it away from her breast
before it snapped back. We both worked her toward orgasm and she collapsed
onto the mattress again.  
  
"You're making me come, Jase! You're going to make your mother come!" I
clamped onto her clit and sucked on it hard as I flicked it with my tongue.
She cried out and arched her hips against my mouth as she came. A trickle of
juices ran into my mouth and then another and another. After a few seconds she
relaxed, dropping onto the bed, her arms flopping to the side. "Oh, my," she
breathed. "That was amazing."  
  
I was hard again and I slid up her body, kissing her breasts as I went. I
leaned down to kiss her and she swirled her tongue around mine as we kissed
gently. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I can taste myself on your lips."  
  
"That's a taste I'm going to want on my lips a lot."  
  
"I think I'm going to want that, too." She kissed me again and then giggled.
"It feels like you're ready for more."  
  
"A lot more," I smiled.  
  
"Lie down. I want to be on top. I want to watch you enter me, and I want you
to watch my tits move while I ride you."  
  
"Oh, damn." I rolled over and watched my beautiful mother stand over me,
planting her feet on either side of my hips. She stroked her pussy a couple of
times as I watched and then pinched her nipples with one hand while she
lowered herself onto me.  
  
"Hold yourself up for me," she breathed. I gripped myself around the base and
held my straining erection straight up. With her feet planted firmly on the
bed, she squatted onto my dick. Her heat enveloped me, gripping me firmly,
bringing groaning sighs from both of us. I removed my hand as she settled onto
me and rested her hands on my chest. "Damn, you're big, baby."  
  
"Your pussy's so tight."  
  
She leaned down and kissed me before whispering, "I want you to fuck me now,
Jase." I groaned and my dick pulsed. I had only rarely heard her say that
word, and it was only when she was VERY angry. This was the first time she had
ever said it to me, and I knew she wasn't angry.  
  
I pushed up into her, lifting her up a little bit, feeling her full weight on
my groin. The tip of my cock rolled over the edge of her cervix and she
whimpered when I moved in her. I lowered again, my mother still settled onto
me and she lifted up on her own, looking down at our union. I looked at where
we were joined and saw her lips flared around my shaft, and the gloss of her
arousal coating me. About halfway up, she lowered again and continued watching
as she repeated the process a few more times before she looked up at my face.
She smiled in ecstasy and her eyes closed as she continued to move smoothly up
until I was almost completely released before she reversed direction. Her
movements were very controlled and she would shift her hips slowly forward and
back, and sometimes in a circle to pleasure us both.  
  
I did what she had requested, and watched her breasts sway and bounce as she
rode me. I didn't know where to look, honestly. I loved watching her face, her
breasts, her hips, her pussy, her legs. She looked at once sexually fierce and
classically beautiful. I continued to feel the tingle in my groin every time
the ridge of my head grazed against her walls, as well as the pulsing of my
heart at the feel of her hands gripping my chest while her nipples danced
lightly from her movements.  
  
"Fuck, mom, you feel good."  
  
"Watch your language, honey," she said with a smile as she continued to fuck
me.  
  
"You mean you don't want me to say how tight your pussy is on my big cock?"
She gasped and clinched around me. "Or say how hot your tits are bouncing as
you ride your son? Or do you not want me to say how much and how hard I want
to fuck you?"  
  
"Oh, god!" she cried, riding harder, her tits bouncing more freely.  
  
"Would it bother you to hear me say that I'm going to come in your tight, wet
cunt?"  
  
"Fuck, Jase!" she began twitching, her head dropping forward as she tried to
keep a steady rhythm on me.  
  
"I won't say anything about your sexy ass bouncing against my balls as you
take the full length of my dick while fucking your son." I was turning myself
on as much as I was her, and my resolve was fading fast.  
  
"I'M COMING!" she wailed, settling down onto me and a flood of hot wetness
rolled over my groin, down over my balls and the sides of my hips. She
continued to clamp around me as her fingers strummed her swollen clit in a
blur.  
  
I was about to blow, too. "Mom! MOM!" I thrust up, lifting her off the bed
once more as I released my seed into her, flooding her pussy with everything I
had. Long, hard streams fired from my balls, forced through the shaft and head
with intense contractions that drained all the energy in my body.  
  
After a long, intense climax, I dropped back to the mattress and my mother
collapsed onto me, her head over my shoulder and her breath on my neck. Part
of her hair covered some of my face and stuck to the sweat she had pulled from
me. My hands found her ass on their own and I stroked it softly, sometimes
running my hands up her back and down her thighs, but always coming back to
her perfect ass.  
  
We caught our breath and as we began to cool down, mom quietly suggested a
shower so we could both clean up. I followed her into the bathroom, of course
watching her ass the whole way, and quietly showered with her, soaping myself
up as she washed her hair. She turned to face me as she rinsed her hair, and
said, "Are you suddenly so afraid to touch me?"  
  
"No. I just. . . I don't know."  
  
"Because you can, you know." She smiled at me. "I won't bite. Unless you're
into that." She cupped her breasts, wet from the shower, and pinched her
nipples, moaning as she did. I began to grow, enjoying her display. She looked
down before reaching for me with one hand. "There you are. I was hoping you
wouldn't be all used up already."  
  
"Not even close."  
  
"Good," she said, stepping closer to me so that my erection touched her
stomach. "I think we should finish that movie in my room."  
  
"Ok."  
  
"Go bring that bottle of wine, and if you want, you can have a couple of
beers." She turned around to shut off the shower and I stepped forward,
slapping her ass with my cock. She giggled and grabbed it, quickly pointing it
downward a little and backing onto it. I groaned and she sighed, stroking
forward and back twice before pulling off of me and turning around to suck me
clean.  
  
"Why'd you stop?"  
  
"That was a teaser. Now go get those drinks."  
  
"Yes, ma'am," I answered, quickly stepping out to dry off before wrapping the
towel around my waist and walking from the room. I grabbed the wine bottle, a
bottle of beer and a wine glass, and opened the wine before walking back down
the hall. I walked in to see my mother, naked, sitting on her bed, brushing
her hair with one hand and searching for the movie with the remote control in
the other.  
  
"You look so hot sitting there like that, mom." She smiled without looking at
me, and uncrossed her legs, spreading them so I could see her patch of hair
and her lips peeking out. "That's even better."  
  
She leaned back, resting on her elbows. "Come eat my pussy for me."  
  
I set the bottles down on the dresser and settled on the floor between her
knees and began eating her slowly, relaxing into her. I reached up and cupped
both tits in my hands, squeezing and kneading them, occasionally pulling or
pinching her nipples. She tasted clean, the shower water still in her hairs
and on her skin, the smell of her body wash giving a fresh scent to such an
intimate space. But that scent and taste was quickly being overtaken by the
smell and taste of her excitement. I had to keep from reaching down and
stroking myself as I ate her. Instead I made sure to constantly touch and
stroke and squeeze my mother's body, bringing appreciative sighs and whines as
she approached her orgasm. As she drew near, I eased two fingers into her
while I focused my tongue on her clit, finger-fucking her as I lashed at her
sensitive nub.  
  
She cooed, reaching down to grip my hair in her hand while her hips lurched
involuntarily in response to my effort. "Oh, my god, baby," she whined. "That
feels amazing. You're going to make momma come on your tongue!" She began
thrusting more intently and my fingers moved more quickly. "FUUU—!" Her voice
was cut off as her throat clenched shut by her release. A brief stream fired
onto my face and into my mouth when I pulled back to prevent from getting
hurt. My tongue was quickly replaced by my mother's hand furiously rubbing her
clit during her climax. Another brief stream followed before she collapsed on
the bed.  
  
I wasn't finished yet. My mother yelped as I yanked her to the end of the bed
so that her ass was at the edge and I plowed into her, burying myself in a
single thrust. "OH!" she cried, looking at me with eyes wide in surprise. "Oh,
I see. You want to fuck again? Come get it, baby. Take what you want," she
said with a crooked smile. I pulled back and thrust in hard again. Her head
dropped to the mattress and she gripped the bedspread. I had a death grip on
her thighs, keeping her pulled toward me as I withdrew and shoved back into
her. With every thrust, the sound of our skin slapping together sent a thrill
through me. My balls swung forward and hit her soft ass and her tits bounced
toward her upper chest before immediately moving back into place.  
  
I grunted wordlessly, relishing the sensation of her tight box embracing my
shaft as I watched her hard pink nipples bouncing rhythmically with each
impact. She continued to whine and began getting louder. "Fuck me harder,
Jase! Harder!" I increased both my pace and power, drilling into her as hard
and as deep and as fast as I could. She came twice more, her cum splattering
and pouring down the front of my legs and down her ass, splashing a little
with the impact of my groin against her swollen lips, bright red as they
gripped me.  
  
"Damn, mom!" I cried, my voice straining. "Your pussy feels so good!"  
  
"Fuck it! Fuck that pussy! Your cock is so big in momma's pussy!"  
  
My climax hit me like a freight train. I wanted to see my cum on her skin. I
didn't even have to touch myself. I jerked my hips back and my cream fired,
the first thick stream in an arc up onto her tits, neck and face. Before that
one landed, a second stream followed in a similar arc. My mother opened her
mouth to try to catch some, craning her neck. I grabbed my shaft and stroked
it, aiming it directly at her face. Her eyes closed in protection, but I was
able to get a solid third shot to fire into her mouth and down in a line over
her chin and neck, filling the hollow of her throat. The remaining blasts were
progressively weaker, spurting onto her belly and dropping onto her mound,
little islands of creamy white in her brown tuft.  
  
"Mmm," she said, swallowing what was in her mouth and sitting up to suck me
clean. "Your cum tastes good," she said in a sultry tone. I watched in
amazement as she scooped up some more and sucked her fingers clean before
repeating the process a couple of times. That was new to me. My girlfriends
had sought out a nearby t-shirt or tissue, or had asked me to get a wet
washcloth quickly so they could clean it off their skin.  
  
"That was incredible, mom," I said, trying to catch my breath.  
  
"Didn't know your mother would like that, huh?" she smiled.  
  
"Hell, no."  
  
She reached for my cock and held it, stroking it lightly as it softened. "I
like feeling your cum on me. It makes me feel sexy."  
  
"You don't need that to be sexy."  
  
"You're sweet. Do me a favor and get a warm washcloth so we can both clean up.
I need to pull this bedspread to wash."  
  
"Yes, ma'am." She stood as I walked into the bathroom. While I waited for the
water to get warm, I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed, shaking my
head. "You are one lucky son of a bitch," I mumbled.  
  
"What was that?" she called from the other room.  
  
"Oh, um, nothing." I ran the washcloth under the faucet and cleaned up my cock
and balls, and the surrounding area that had been sprayed with my mother's
cum. I rinsed it out and took it back to her.  
  
I handed it to her, noticing that the bedspread was in a pile by the door.
"I'm going to go clean up and I'll be right back," I said. She nodded and
reset the movie. I put on some deodorant and brushed my teeth before heading
back to my mother's room. When I walked in, she was sitting up against the
headboard, still naked, and texting on her phone.  
  
"Who's that?" I asked.  
  
"Tyler. He's having a good time, he said. I was just telling him goodnight."  
  
"Thanks for letting me stay with you," I said, sliding in to the other side of
her bed.  
  
"I'm glad I did." I kissed her and cupped her breast.  
  
"Mm," she backed away from my kiss with a smirk, "Don't you ever get enough?"  
  
"Of you? I don't think so." She laughed and slapped my arm. She pointed to the
beer on the nightstand and started the movie. She reached for her glass of
wine on the other nightstand and pulled the sheet over us as the movie
started. I sipped my beer and watched the movie with my mother, my hand
caressing her thigh gently as we sat side by side in her bed. While the movie
was pretty good, we were both tired enough that we fell asleep before it was
over. We had both scooted down to the point that we were lying down, most of
the bottle of wine and both bottles of beer empty on the nightstands.  
  
I woke up at about 1:30 and the television was playing the cycle of previews
of movies we could watch from home. I picked up the remote control off the bed
and turned off the TV before reaching over my mother to turn off her lamp, the
only light in the room. She murmured and stirred as I pressed against her back
reaching for the lamp. I settled back to my side and my mother reached for my
hand, clasping it in her own, and resting it in her cleavage with a sigh.  
  
I was pressed up against my mother's naked back and ass, spooning her with my
hand resting between her breasts. My body was going to respond, whether I
wanted it to or not.  
  
"Mmm. You, too?" she murmured sleepily. She pushed my hand down and lifted her
top leg, pressing my hand to cup her mound. She was hot and wet, slick when I
touched her. "I've been thinking about you. Here." She pushed my fingers
inside and I took the invitation to bury those two fingers further. "That's
better," she sighed.  
  
She reached between her legs and fished for my cock, which was pressed against
her ass. I pulled my hips back and my dick popped free, easily found by her
hand. I continued to glide my fingers in and out of her until she pulled on my
cock and arched her back. "I want you inside me again," she whispered. She was
awake now, but it was almost as if she was afraid of waking someone, although
we were completely alone.  
  
I pressed forward, replacing my fingers with the head of my cock, a little
more than half-buried when she lowered her leg again. Her pussy was so tight
this way and I groaned at the feeling. I pulled back a little and then pushed
back in, going a little deeper, but not much. We both sighed and groaned
quietly as we made love leisurely, a relaxed rhythm settling in. I kissed
between her shoulder blades, across her shoulders and up the back of her neck.
My hands moved over her skin, settling on her hip or ass or thigh, sometimes
slipping down to feel her lips accepting me, her clit bulging from beneath its
hood. I would wrap my arm around her, cup her breast, pinch her nipple, caress
her cheek. She would turn her head and we would kiss gently, lovingly.  
  
She came.  
  
She came again.  
  
My balls tingled and I whispered my warning. "Inside," was all she said.  
  
I emptied into her, pulsing, throbbing.  

"Do I need to clean us up?" I asked quietly.  
  
"Tomorrow," she whispered, kissing my palm before wrapping my arm around her
again.  
  
******  
  
I woke up alone, still in my mother's bed. The sun was bright, meaning it had
to be at least mid-morning. I rolled over and looked at the clock on her
nightstand; it was just after 9:30. I sat up and made my way to the hall
bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth. I grew hard again at the memory of
the previous night. It wilted a little as I walked down the hall to my
mother's room again, but it was still engorged. My mother was drying her hair
with a towel, wearing a pale ivory satin gown, when I walked in.  
  
Her breasts moved invitingly, the satin showing even the slightest movement.
Her ass was no different, swaying as she walked out of the bathroom, still
drying her hair. I quickly regained the full strength of my erection.  
  
"Hi." She smiled when she saw me.  
  
"Hi."  
  
"And good morning to you, too," she laughed, looking at my wood.  
  
"Can he get a good morning kiss?" I asked with a smile.  
  
"What are you, his wingman?"  
  
I laughed and she stepped forward to kiss me gently, running her tongue across
my upper lip before bending down and kissing my erection on the tip. She stood
again and I wrapped my arms around her waist, sliding them down to cup her
perfect ass. She pushed my erection down so that it was nestled between her
thighs as we kissed. I pushed her robe off her shoulders and reached down to
again grip her ass. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed, and my prick
throbbed against her pussy.  
  
"I need to taste you again, mom." She nodded with a contented sigh and I bent
down to suck her nipple into my mouth. I turned her around and pushed on her
back gently. She bent over the bed and placed her palms on the mattress,
spreading her legs as I knelt behind her. I licked up the backs of her thighs
up over her ass cheeks, both times dragging my tongue back down through her
crack before working her pussy over with my tongue.  
  
Her hips rolled and she made all kinds of appreciative sounds, even reaching
back to pull her cheeks apart. I gripped her thighs and enjoyed her with my
mouth until she came. She stood up and turned to face me, kissing me again.
"I'm not done yet, mom," I said.  
  
"Me, neither. Lie down." I lay back on her bed and she crawled up before
turning around and straddling my head in a 69. She eagerly sucked my cock
while I ate her out again. This must have been a good angle because she was
able to take more and more as she went, enthusiastically bobbing her head. She
pulled back one time and took a deep breath before she forced herself all the
way down, her nose burying in my sac.  
  
"Fuck, mom!"  
  
"Mmmmm," she moaned, twisting her head before pulling back off. She stroked me
with her hand as she spoke. "I love your cock, baby. I need it again." She
climbed off me and stayed on her hands and knees. "This way," she said. "Take
me this way." She looked over her shoulder at me as she said it and her eyes
said it all.  
  
"Your ass is perfect."  
  
"Then you can watch it bounce as you fuck me."  
  
I pressed into her, sliding smoothly into the wetness of her cunt, bringing
mutual moans. I gripped her hips, squeezing her and pulling her toward me with
each thrust. I did just as she asked, watching her full cheeks ripple every
time my groin smacked into the back of her thighs and rear. I couldn't help
but notice the slick gloss in her crack and her pink starfish winking at me as
she clenched in pleasure. I ran my thumb over it and she whimpered, her head
dropping toward the mattress.  
  
She began flinching and occasionally cursing as I thrust into her and I would
sometimes slap her ass with a mild smack or would graze my thumb over her anus
with varying pressures, sometimes holding it there and pressing just a little.
Her hand came back to alternate playing with her clit and raking across my
balls. I wish I could say this went on for a long time, but it wasn't more
than a few minutes. It was enough for her to have another orgasm and to bring
one from me. I wanted to see it on her skin again, specifically on her asshole
and pussy, so I pulled out just as I was beginning to spray, and aimed it
right at the juncture of our recent union. She cooed and giggled as the warm
splash hit her in sensitive places and she encouraged me to continue to come
on her pussy and to drain my balls, which I freely and gladly did.  
  
She fell forward onto the mattress and I lay down beside her, both of us
trying to catch our breath.  
  
"Now I have to clean up again because of you," she pouted, slapping me lightly
on the chest.  
  
"I'll get it."  
  
"No, you stay. I'll get it this time. Besides, we need to eat some breakfast."
She crawled to the edge of the bed and stepped off, being careful not to drip
on the blanket or the floor. Back in the bathroom she cleaned up with another
washcloth and brought it to me to clean myself with as well.  
  
We worked together to make breakfast, mom making the eggs and me working on
the bacon and toast. We talked and laughed as we cooked, both of us now
dressed for the day.  
  
"I told your brother and father that I needed your help with a project, so I
think we need to work on that some today in case they ask. We'll go to the
garden center and pick up some flowers, soil and mulch. It shouldn't take us
very long to finish up the front of the house, but it will make a big
difference and your father will see a project completed."  
  
"No problem."  
  
She stood and put her dishes in the dishwasher. "I hope you will be okay being
seen with me in public," she smiled.  
  
I looked her up and down and said, "No problem there." She was wearing little
blue sneakers, tiny denim shorts and a burgundy tank top. Her hair was pulled
back in a ponytail. "You look very. . . fuckable."  
  
She laughed heartily before walking past me. "Come on, potty-mouth. Let's get
this done so we can relax this afternoon."  
  
I was right, you know. I had to stay beside her at the store so no one caught
me checking out her perfect ass or tits or tracking her legs. I did the heavy
lifting of bags of soil and mulch while she selected the plants and flowers to
fill in the area in front of the house. I maintained my cool at the garden
center, but when we were at home it was much more difficult. She was
constantly stooping, squatting, bending over, and digging, which caused her
body to move in all the ways I loved. Finally it was almost two o'clock and we
closed the door on the shed.  
  
My mother looked disheveled, but sexy as hell.  
  
"I need you right now," I said as she put the lock on the shed.  
  
"Oh, really?" she turned to face me and she had this smoldering look in her
eyes.  
  
"Really."  
  
"Let's go take a shower, because I need you, too."  
  
We left a trail of clothes in the hallway and her room as we entered the
bathroom. Naturally, again, I couldn't take my eyes off her rear end, watching
it dance as she walked ahead of me. "Have I already told you how perfect your
ass is?"  
  
She turned on the shower and spun to look at me. "You have," she said with a
smile. She stepped forward and grabbed my naked erection. She quietly added,
"You think it's perfect now; wait till you experience the inside." I was
shocked. The expression on my face must have been priceless, judging by my
mother's response. "Oh, I see," she nodded. "You didn't think your mother was
the kind of girl to like anal."  
  
"Not. . . not really," I muttered, still imagining what that would be like.  
  
"Have you ever done that with a girl?" I shook my head. "Well, then," she
said, turning to test the temperature of the water, "You're in for a treat."  
  
"Yes, ma'am."  
  
She stepped into the shower and pulled me in by my hand. I followed her in,
still in somewhat of a daze and couldn't take my eyes off her ass. Until she
turned around. She handed me a mesh ball that was already lathered up. "Clean
me up while I do my hair." She tilted her head back to wet her hair and I
began running the ball over her shoulders, down her chest and over each
breast. I lingered there, appreciating her large areolae and stiff nipples,
before moving down her stomach. I knelt before her and washed her mound, lips,
and thighs, moving all the way down to her feet.  
  
She ran her hand lightly through my hair, causing me to look up. She had
rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and turned around so I could wash her back.
I worked my way back up, enjoying her butt for a minute before moving all the
way back up to her shoulders and arms. She rinsed the conditioner from her
hair and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. My hands ran down
her back and I pulled her toward me by her ass.  
  
She kissed me harder, panting heavily. My own level of excitement was quickly
rising and I was painfully erect. My mother wrapped one leg around my thigh
and I picked her up so that she could wrap both around me.  
  
"Jason," she breathed. "Oh, god, you're hard."  
  
"I want to fuck you so bad."  
  
She reached behind me and turned off the shower. I stepped out of the shower
and knelt down on the floor, laying my mother down on her back. I didn't even
wait for permission, but pressed into her, bringing a sexy groan from her.
"Damn, you're thick," she whined. "I think you're the biggest I've ever had."  
  
I picked up the pace, practically unable to restrain myself. Her cries grew
louder and higher in pitch as we fucked. "Reach under me and put a finger in
my ass," she whined. I had never done that before, but I was excited to try. I
rested on one elbow, feeling her tits pressed against my chest and her hips
continued to roll. I pressed all the way into her and reached around her hip
to cup her ass. I moved my hand down quickly and felt my balls. It only took a
second to feel the soft wrinkled knot of her anus and it was already slick
with her excitement.  
  
She gasped as soon as I touched it and encouraged me. "Push it in," she
whispered. I put more pressure on it and my finger found its way into her
backdoor. "Oh, shi—" she gasped. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy with your finger in
my ass." I picked up the pace and took a chance to push my finger in further.
Imagine my surprise when I felt my own dick thrusting against my finger,
separated by only a thin, slick membrane.  
  
I couldn't help myself and suddenly blasted off into her pussy. She cried out
and her hand worked her clit over. "Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" Even though
I was very sensitive I didn't want to disappoint her, so I kept thrusting.
Fortunately she came quickly and I could stay buried as she came down.  
  
I pulled my finger out and withdrew from her, rising to my knees.  
  
"Where are you going?" she asked with a smile. "We're not done yet." She
quickly sat up onto her knees and took me into her mouth. She cleaned me off
as I relished her touch. My extreme sensitivity quickly dissipated and my
flagging erection regained its tumescence due to her effort. She looked up at
me and winked as she bobbed on my cock joyfully. She pulled off with a pop and
sat up before kissing me passionately again.  
  
"You ready?" she asked. "You want to slide that thing in your mother's
backdoor?"  
  
"Is it really that different?" I asked as she opened the nightstand drawer.
She laughed as she tossed me the tube of lubricant.  
  
"I guess you'll just have to see what all the fuss is about. I, for one, am
sooooo looking forward to it. It's been a long time for me." She gave me sad
eyes. "Be gentle?"  
  
"Um. . . yeah."  
  
"Good. Lie back, baby." I lay back and she settled over me like she had last
night when we had sex the first time. I was enveloped in her warmth and
groaned as she engulfed me in her velvet sheath. She leaned forward and rode
me slowly while her breasts swung freely above me. I propped up and took a
nipple into my mouth, bringing a shuddering moan from her and repeated my
attack on her other nipple. I plopped back onto the mattress and gripped both
breasts in my hands.  
  
After a minute, mom leaned down further, almost lying on me and was somehow
able to screw me by using just her hips. Her breasts still moved invitingly,
but my hands were gripping her ass, feeling the softness of her skin and the
firm muscles beneath her layer of fat that gave it that shape that I loved.
She kissed me while keeping the same rhythm. Her tongue danced with mine
before she sighed into my ear, "Time to get momma ready. Grease your fingers
up." She lifted up a little and I used my thumb to flip open the top on the
lube and squirted a little in my opposite hand.  
  
I reached behind her, for some reason worried about getting lube anywhere but
in just the right place. I coated the area around her crack and searched with
my hand until I found the little crinkled swirl I was looking for. I rubbed
some lube on it and went back for more. Her eyes closed at my touch each time
and on the second trip I pressed my finger in, bringing yet another sound of
pleasure, a low growl, from her.  
  
It was hard to keep my finger in her with her picking up the pace like she
was, but I loved it just the same.  
  
"Mom, you need to slow down or I won't last."  
  
"Sorry. It's just so good," she giggled. She leaned forward again and
requested another finger. "Pour some more lube on my hole. Get it nice and
slick for your fingers." I reached back and squirted some more down her crack,
causing her to laughingly complain that it was cold. I gave an apologetic
shrug and smeared it around with my finger before adding a second one into
her.  
  
"OOOH!" she wailed. "God, that's tight! I'm already stretching out."  
  
"I can stop—"  
  
"Don't you dare! Suck my tits while I get used to it." I again craned my neck
to take her nipple and areola into my mouth and sucked hard, this time
pinching the erect nub between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She cried
out and pushed down hard onto my groin, taking me all the way into her and
twitching in a mild orgasm.  
  
"Damn, Jase!" she panted, beginning to rotate her hips again. "You ready for
my ass, baby?"  
  
"Hell, yeah," I smiled, getting a sexy smile from her in return. She eased off
my dick and held it straight up, gripping the base tightly. It was as swollen
as I had ever seen it, the head enlarged and purple and every vein defined in
stark relief. Her vaginal gloss covered me, even matting my hair at the base.
Mom pulled her hips a little forward and then lowered herself, searching me
out with her asshole.  
  
I looked up at her face as I felt her sphincter give way slowly. She looked so
fucking hot and I couldn't believe she was doing this! Her eyes were pinched
closed and she was biting her bottom lip. She smoothly slid down and I felt
her muscles suddenly gripping behind the head.  
  
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped. She looked down at me and a wicked smile
played across her face. "The head's in. You're so fucking big," groaned my
mother. With that, she looked me in the eye as she eased down slowly. In a
matter of less than a minute, I was completely buried in my mother's ass. Her
pillowy cheeks were resting on my groin, her legs were spread and I could see
her full pink lips splayed open, wet and excited. Her nipples were very hard
and her areolae were wrinkled toward the nipples that stood proudly from their
centers. "Now watch." She leaned back even more, placing her hands on my
thighs and rose off of me.  
  
I had never experienced this before. My shaft had disappeared into her and
when she began to pull off of me, her ass protruded just a little, clinging to
my soldier to prevent him from leaving. When she got to almost the head, she
reversed direction and it was my shaft pushing into her, the grip following
and creating an indentation toward our joining. "You like that?" she asked,
rising again, this time a little more quickly. "You like the way my ass grips
your hard cock?"  
  
I had the sheets in a death grip. "I can't believe how tight it is."  
  
"You fill me up just right." She sounded strained, but pleased. Her breathing
was heavy and it mirrored my own. I didn't know exactly what she was feeling,
but if it was anything near what I was experiencing, she would blow any
minute. She began moving a little faster, taking my full length into her
before rising almost all the way off. Her ass slapped against me rhythmically
as she rode me.  
  
Slap . . . Slap . . . Slap . . .  
  
Each pull on my shaft with the tight, hot ring of muscle and the soft sheath
of her bowels, drew my climax closer and closer to the surface. My hands flew
to her hips, gripping the softness, and bringing a giggle from my mother.
"Already?" she asked.  
  
"I can't help it, mom."  
  
"Wait for me, baby." She reached down and began quickly rubbing her clit, her
hand almost a blur as she circled her sensitive nub. She squealed when I
thrust up into her, before she held still while I drilled her at my own pace.
Her hand continued to ensure her own release while her other hand pressed down
into my chest for balance. Mom yelped with the impact of each of my thrusts,
but suddenly dropped onto my groin and stayed there, gripping me with her ass
as she shuddered and choked out her cry of release.  
  
Almost immediately everything went blurry and it felt like every muscle in my
body was being seized and every nerve firing to my balls. I cried out as my
orgasm blasted forth into my own mother's ass. She squealed again at the feel
of it before collapsing onto my chest, panting with me as we fought to catch
our breath.  
  
*******  
  
I woke up to the smell of mom's roasted chicken and knew that she would have
made mashed potatoes and her seasoned beans to complement it. And Hawaiian
roles, the sweetness setting of the seasoning of the chicken perfectly. My
mouth watered at the thought. I pushed myself up and stretched, feeling a
little tired in my muscles, but also having that little bit of soreness in my
junk from having been worked over sexually the last couple of days after a
long dry spell.  
  
I pulled on some lounge pants and a t-shirt before cleaning up in the bathroom
and ambling down the hall. Lady Antebellum was echoing softly through the
house and I heard mom singing with them. She was swaying a little bit to the
music, her back to me as I entered the kitchen. She was wearing that satin
robe again and her hair was hanging loosely. The sky was gray, meaning I had
been asleep for a while. Well, that and the fact that it took her chicken a
long time to prepare and cook, both indicated that I had slept a long time.  
  
"Hey," I said, sliding my arms around her waist.  
  
"Look who's awake," she said without stopping her work.  
  
"I guess you wore me out." I kissed her cheek. "Want some help?"  
  
"Sure."  
  
I reached for a piece of chicken and pulled the meat from the bones, dropping
the shreds of roasted chicken onto the platter as my mother continued to do
the same. We talked quietly about the usual stuff we were dealing with:
school, work, stuff that needs to be done around the house, etc.  
  
"By the way," she said, "Your father will be bringing Tyler home tomorrow
morning at about 10. They're going to get breakfast and then he's stopping
by."  
  
"Isn't that kind of early?" I asked, disappointed.  
  
"I think it is," she shrugged, still looking down at what she was doing. "But
apparently he is meeting Cami to go to the lake."  
  
"Who's Cami?" I asked.  
  
She glanced at me sideways with a raised eyebrow. "His girlfriend."  
  
"Girlfriend? What a dick."  
  
"Jason."  
  
"Sorry, mom." I quietly mumbled, "But it's true."  
  
She smiled and shook her head. "I know."  
  
We sat down to eat and enjoyed mom's cooking together. She sat down kind of
gingerly and made a face. "You okay?"  
  
"Yeah," she laughed. "Just been a while, that's all."  
  
"Oh. Sorry." I felt bad for hurting her.  
  
"Don't be, baby," she smiled, patting my hand. "I'll probably be a little sore
for a couple of days, but I'll get used to it soon enough." She winked at me
as she said that.  

"You mean we'll still get to do this?"  
  
"Of course we'll need to be careful, but I don't want to stop. That said, it
might be best if we take the night off. I need to rest and recover."  
  
"Sounds good to me," I said with a smile. "I'm a little sore myself."  
  
She pointed her fork at me. "You're still in my bed tonight, though."  
  
"Good."  
  
She smiled and winked at me again and we enjoyed our dinner before cleaning
up. We sat out on the patio and enjoyed the evening, both of us reading side
by side in the cushioned lounge chairs before heading to her room and climbing
into bed naked to get some sleep.  
  
*******  
  
"Mom!" Tyler practically tackled her as he ran into her arms. Mom hugged him
tightly, telling him how much she had missed him.  
  
"Jason," said dad, hugging me briefly. He pulled away and handed me Tyler's
backpack. "Good weekend?"  
  
"It was fine," I said, taking the backpack. "Watched a movie Friday night and
worked in the yard yesterday. Not much to talk about really."  
  
Mom stood up. "Three weeks, then?" she asked matter-of-factly. Dad nodded.
"So, Cami," she said. There was an awkward silence.  
  
"Yes," dad sighed. "I'm seeing Cami."  
  
Mom looked at me and quickly looked down at Tyler and back up. "Hey, Tyler,
Steve finally showed me how to beat Coogan. I'll see if I can show you, but
you have to promise not to laugh at me," I smiled, pushing him toward the
hallway.  
  
"No promises," he laughed. "Bye, dad!"  
  
"See ya, sport! Thanks for hanging out with me this weekend." Tyler just
smiled and waved before running down the hall.  
  
I heard mom begin to talk to dad about Cami. "You're not planning on cutting
the boys short every time, are you? You brought Tyler home way too early."  
  
"Yeah, well, you kept Jason home all weekend, so let's not point fingers."  
  
"Did Tyler meet Cami this weekend?" she asked before I closed my door as Tyler
turned on the console.  
  
A few minutes later I was trying to walk Tyler through the fight with Coogan
when mom knocked on the door and came inside. "Hey, guys. Your dad's going to
the lake today and it reminded me that it's been forever since we went
kayaking out at Pier's Point. What do you say?"  
  
"Really?" Tyler asked excitedly, Coogan severing his right arm when he wasn't
looking before lopping off his head.  
  
"Really," laughed mom. "Get ready to go and then come help me get everything
together."  
  
An hour later I was lowering a kayak off the roof rack while mom helped Tyler
put on his life vest. We spent a few hours paddling around before beaching the
kayaks and swimming in the warm green lake water at Piers Point Park. By late
afternoon we were all getting hungry and decided to stop at our favorite spot
for wings on the way home.  
  
"Tyler," mom asked, prompting Tyler to look away from the soccer game playing
on one of the televisions, "Did you get to meet Cami?"  
  
"Yes, ma'am."  
  
"What did you think?"  
  
"She's really nice," he smiled. "She got me a remote controlled TIE Fighter.
It's Darth Vader's. It's really a drone, but it looks like a TIE fighter." He
sounded really excited about it.  
  
"She did?!" asked mom, feigning excitement at her son's good fortune. "That
sounds cool!"  
  
He nodded. "It is!"  
  
"Tell me some more about her." She took a sip of her drink, glancing at me
while Tyler thought of an answer.  
  
"Well, she cuts hair, and she's really pretty, and she has a convertible.
Ummm. . . that's all, I guess."  
  
"Well, that's a good start. So, you like her, then."  
  
"Yeah, she's pretty cool. And she seems to make dad happy."  
  
Trying to change the subject, I reacted to the soccer game, drawing Tyler to
turn toward the screen again. Mom looked at me and shrugged sadly. I shrugged
back and mouthed, "Sorry."  
  
We were all pretty tired by the time we got home and mom sent Tyler to take
his shower and get ready for bed. She and I waited in the living room, talking
while he cleaned up.  
  
"I guess I'm back in my own bed tonight, huh?" I asked with a sad smile.  
  
"I'm afraid so. It won't be long before I'm paying you a visit, though," she
smiled. "You lit a fire in me, Jason, one that I haven't felt in a while."  
  
"I have a feeling those visits won't come often enough."  
  
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, looking over her shoulder down the hall before scooting
closer to me on the couch.  
  
"Yeah," I smiled, placing my hand on her thigh.  
  
"How often do you think those visits need to be?"  
  
I unzipped my shorts and pulled my erection through the fly. "At least once a
day."  
  
She smiled at me and then looked at my erection and licked her lips. "You
think I can't go more than a day without sex?"  
  
I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled it toward me just a little,
bringing a giggle from my mother as her hand wrapped around my shaft. "All I
know is that you have what I want and I'm pretty sure I have what you want,
too. Why should we wait when it's right—" I was cut off by my mother's mouth
engulfing me.  
  
She bobbed her head and swirled her tongue around me while she jerked me
smoothly with her hand. "We have to make this quick," she smiled, her lips
glossy. We don't want your brother to catch us." I groaned as she went back to
work. I reached down her back and slid my hand into the waistband of her
shorts and slipped my middle two fingers into her pussy. She moaned around my
shaft and her hips rolled a little, directing me to fuck her with my fingers.  
  
After a minute I withdrew my hand and pushed her shorts down around her thighs
as she continued to kneel on the couch and suck me off. I fingered her and
then smeared some of her lubricant along her crack, repeating a couple of
times. I again buried my middle fingers in her pussy, but then added my thumb
to her asshole. This brought a surprised yelp and giggle from my mother, who
continued to work me over. As much as I wanted to bend her over and fuck her
on the couch, I figured this would be the safer route for now. Tyler couldn't
see us on the couch if he came down the hallway, allowing mom to sit up and
pull up her shorts quickly if we heard the bathroom door open.  
  
I could tell mom was getting close to coming, which I figured I would be
closer than she was. I was beginning to feel the tingle, but mom surprised me
by shuddering and squealing around my shaft. Just then the bathroom door
opened and I pulled my fingers from her.  
  
"Where's mom?" Tyler asked, his hair wet and wearing only his underwear.  
  
I put my fingers to my lips as I peered over the back of the couch. "She's
sleeping," I stage whispered. "Go put on your pajamas and I'll tuck you in as
soon as I get her in bed and lock up."  
  
"Okay," he stage whispered back before going into his room and closing the
door.  
  
Mom had collapsed on the couch. She giggled as I slid out from under her.
"That was close," she muttered into the cushion that her face was somewhat
buried in. Her shorts were still around her thighs and I stood before her,
erect as I looked down at her. I knelt over her thighs, straddling them and
placed one hand on the back of the couch. "What are you doing?" she snickered.  
  
Taking my cock in my hand, I pressed it forward into her pussy. "I think you
know," I whispered. We both sighed as I sank into her, moving my hand from the
back of the couch to the armrest just above her head. "Damn, that's tight."  
  
"Mmmm."  
  
I pulled back out and worked in and out slowly and steadily. "It's a good
thing you're so wet," I whispered, leaning over her.  
  
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me with a look of pure
lust. "Why is that?"  
  
I pulled out and slid my cockhead up to her asshole. "This is why." She
groaned as I let my weight push my head into her.  
  
"Fuck, that's big, Jase. I don't know if I can take that tonight."  
  
"Yes, you can. My mother has already had her son's cock in her ass this
weekend. And she's going to get it on a regular basis now."  
  
"Oooooooohhh, you're stretching me so good."  
  
"Let me in," I said, adding a little more pressure. Just then she relaxed and
I sank in until my groin was rested on her ass cheeks. "Someone was holding
out on me," I smiled. She shrugged with a giggle. "Don't worry, mom. I'm
already close from your perfect blowjob. Your son will fill your ass with his
cum soon enough."  
  
"Oh, god, yeah," she whimpered.  
  
"Why don't you play with yourself while your son fucks your ass?" She nodded
and lifted her hips to reach under herself, before stroking her clit rapidly
while I moved at a casual pace in and out of her perfect ass. Like I said, it
wasn't going to take me long. I whispered the best I could so that Tyler
couldn't hear me, although it still came out as a grunt, "I'm coming, mom! I'm
coming in your ass. UUUuugghh!" Every shot brought another quiet grunt from me
and another gasp from mom. After a few shots I settled onto her and she sighed
as she recovered from her own small release.  
  
"Wow," she said quietly. "I wasn't expecting that."  
  
"Neither was I," I admitted. "Now, I need to go tuck in my brother. I want you
to sleep with my cum in your ass tonight."  
  
"You do?" she giggled.  
  
"Yes. I want you to know that my cum belongs inside you. It belongs in your
ass, in your pussy, in your mouth and throat. You need to feel my cum covering
your skin. I want you to miss it when it isn't there, in the same way that I
will miss you when we're not together."  
  
"I will miss it," she replied. "You know I will."  
  
I kissed her cheek and slid out of her as I stood. She pulled her shorts back
up as I tucked myself into my own shorts, the feel of our combined juices
causing my cock to feel slick in my hand. I led mom to her bedroom door and
kissed her goodnight on the cheek. She didn't break eye contact with me until
her door closed. I turned off the rest of the lights in the living room and
kitchen, and made sure the doors were all locked before washing my hands and
brushing my teeth.  
  
I made my way to Tyler's room and opened his door. He was lying in bed waiting
for me. "Hey, buddy," I quietly said with a smile. "I'm glad your home. I
missed you this weekend."  
  
"Me, too," he answered. "Hey, Jason?"  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"I'm worried about mom."  
  
I was confused. "Why?"  
  
"Well... Dad has Cami, you know, for a girlfriend. But mom doesn't have
anyone. That makes me sad. Mom needs someone like dad has."  
  
I smiled. "I wouldn't worry about mom," I said. "She's a strong, smart woman.
She doesn't need anyone. But if someone catches her eye, I'm sure he wouldn't
be able to resist her. If mom wants or needs somebody, she'll find someone."  
  
"Yeah," he smiled, "I guess you're right. We don't need to rush it, do we?"  
  
"Not at all," I said. "She has all the time in the world. Besides, she has a
couple of strong men here already to take care of her," I said, flexing my
muscles, bringing laughter from Tyler who flexed and growled with me.  
  
"Grrrr," he growled, posing down.  
  
"Grrrr," I answered, laughing along with him.  
  
"I guess you're right, Jason. We're all the man mom needs."




        The Reprieve Ch. 02


"Valerie! Hi!" She greeted her friend with the usual enthusiastic hug. They
had been friends forever, at least ever since their sons were at the same rec
league soccer day camp when they were five. The vivacious redhead hugged her
best friend tightly before escorting her to the patio for their regular late
morning wine and lunch. They were dressed in casual summer wear of short
skirts and button-up blouses. Valerie's green eyes sparkled in the sunlight
and it was obvious she was bursting to talk to her best friend.  
  
"What a beautiful day," she said, looking around the yard from the cushioned
chair on the river stone patio. The grass here was always perfectly manicured
and the flower beds mulched with a deep brown, accentuated in orderly rows and
designs with low-growing flowers of deep purple, yellow, pink and pale blue.
The hummingbirds rushed to and from the feeder that hung from an iron hook
suspended above some blue rug juniper. The pool sparkled, crystal clear as
always, creating the illusion of a pale blue lagoon amidst a stone grotto.  
  
"Well, someone's chipper," she laughed. Valerie giggled and looked down at her
glass of white wine, blushing as she took a sip. "Oh, my god, you got laid!"  
  
Valerie shrugged and paid particular attention to flowering tree in a
weathered ceramic pot in the nearest corner of the patio. "Is that a euryops?"
she asked.  
  
"No, no, no," her friend laughed, wagging her finger, "You don't get to change
the subject when I asked a direct question. Did you or did you not get laid?"  
  
"Okay, yes, Tracey, I got laid."  
  
"Well, who's the lucky man?"  
  
Valerie paused. "Well..." Another long pause.  
  
"Woman?" she asked uncertainly.  
  
The brunette laughed heartily, waving the suggestion away with her hand. "God,
no!" she laughed.  
  
"Well," Tracey laughed, "You never know! I mean..."  
  
Valerie nodded. "I remember." She blushed again and looked at her friend over
the glass before quickly looking away. "So, IS that a euryops?"  
  
The redhead looked at the dark green ball of leaves atop a thin stalk, bright
yellow flowers popping forth from the leaf ball. "Yes it is." She looked back
at Valerie. "So, Val? Spill."  
  
"It's complicated," Val said, taking another sip before setting her glass on
the glass-top patio table. Tracey waited patiently for her friend to gather
her thoughts. Or her courage, whichever it was she needed. She took another
sip of her wine as she waited. "This coming weekend Adam was supposed to have
the boys. He asked to switch weekends, but Jason was pissed off about it. I
told Adam that Jason had work to do, so Tyler went without him." She paused
and took a sip of her wine, looking out at the yard. "Long story short, I
fucked my son."  
  
Tracey burst into a fit of laughter. "You did not!" she laughed.  
  
"I did." Valerie smiled at her best friend.  
  
"Are you sore?" Tracey laughed.  
  
"I was," she laughed, turning to face her. "Like you wouldn't believe," she
said, shifting in her seat for comedic emphasis.  
  
"Been there," laughed Tracey. "Ain't youth grand?" She raised her glass in
salute and Valerie tapped her glass against her friends, bringing the sound a
light chime before they both began laughing lightly again and sipping their
wine.  
  
"So, what happened?" asked Tracey as she reached for a piece of pineapple on
the tray.  
  
"Like I said, Adam switched weekends and Jason was mad about going..."  
  
******  
  
"Because she invited us both. That's why," she laughed.  
  
"When has she ever invited us both over?" asked Jason.  
  
"It doesn't matter," his mother laughed, continuing to form the burger
patties. "She is this time." She turned to look at him. "I'm her best friend
and Bax is your best friend. It makes sense."  
  
"But, mom—"  
  
"It's not complicated, Jason." She was smiling as she shook her head. "Our
friends invited us to eat lunch and hang out."  
  
"Okay," he shrugged. "Whatever."  
  
She kissed him on the cheek and handed him the platter with raw patties on it.
"Get these grilled up while I finish." She called to Tyler that dinner was
about ready. He ran down the stairs to help set the table and pour the drinks.  
  
*******  
  
"Jase! What's up?" Bax took his best friend's hand and brought him in for a
quick hug.  
  
"Hey, Bax." As much as Jason wanted to spend the day alone with his mother,
she had promised to make it up to him if he would just come and enjoy himself
today. They would have plenty of time for fun this weekend, she had said.  
  
"Hi, Jason. Val!" Tracey greeted them at the door in a floral cover-up. She
hugged them both and turned to lead them out to the patio. "Come on out. You
can change in the pool house or back bathroom if you need to."  
  
"I'm good," said Jason, already in his swimsuit and pulling his t-shirt over
his head.  
  
"I'll be right out," said Val, stepping into the bathroom that connects to the
living room and the patio.  
  
"It's a beautiful day," said Tracey, turning to look at Jason as he followed
her out. "Just right for a swim. Help yourself. Bax should be right out with
the drinks."  
  
"Thanks, Mrs. G."  
  
"Tracey. We're both adults, honey. It's Tracey now."  
  
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled.  
  
"The ma'am you can keep. Respect. I like that from a young man." She gave him
a quick wink. "And by the way, I've already cleared the alcohol with your
mother, so help yourself to whatever we have in the fridge."  
  
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you." He reached into the refrigerator and pulled out one
of the craft brews that a local brewery made. He'd only tried it once and
really liked it. Just as he twisted the cap off, Bax came out with a cooler
filled with ice, sodas and waters. Jason noticed how Bax's mother looked at
him when he walked past. It's like she couldn't help scanning his shirtless
body.  
  
And Jason had to admit that Baxter was a lucky man if he really was fucking
his own mother. She was absolutely gorgeous. Bright red hair, fair skin, deep
blue eyes, trim figure, but with the mature curves that made her cover-up move
just right as she walked around.  
  
"Jason, honey, could you get the grill warmed up while Bax and I prepare the
meat and corn?"  
  
"Sure."  
  
His friend and his mother went inside, closing the sliding glass door and
Jason lifted the lid of the stainless steel grill. He got it lit and warming
up and closed the lid.  
  
"What do you think?" his mother asked. He looked up and was absolutely
speechless. "It's brand new. I bought it for today." She lowered her voice.
"But not ONLY for today."  
  
"Damn."  
  
"Is that a good damn or a bad damn?" she smiled.  
  
"Definitely a good damn." He reached down to adjust himself in his shorts. She
had chosen a bright orange tiny bikini with bright purple strings and trim.
Plenty of tit was showing, but it didn't look like it was too small for her.
The bottoms rode low and tied on the sides, just above the widest part of her
hips. She giggled at his response.  
  
"Down, boy," she whispered as she walked past him to get a bottle of water
from the cooler. He cleared his throat and looked away so he wasn't too
obvious about checking out his mother.  
  
He needn't have worried. His eyes were drawn to the sound of the door opening
on its tracks; he was immediately distracted by Bax's mom. Tracey had removed
her cover-up and was wearing a deep blue bikini that made her eyes pop. Her
fair skin and red hair were complemented by the almost indigo swimsuit with a
narrow bottom in both front and back. It didn't have any ties, but instead
stayed on with clear plastic s-clips on each hip and on the back strap.  
  
"Wow, Val! You look incredible! Is that new?" Tracey asked as she walked out
carrying a tray of un-shucked corn.  
  
"It is. Do you like it?" she asked, twirling on her tiptoes.  
  
"I love it," Tracey answered, setting down the tray and walking to her. She
ran her fingers along the string holding up the top. "It's very flattering. Or
should I say, you're very flattering to it," she laughed.  
  
Valerie laughed and shook her head. "But look at you. As gorgeous as always."  
  
"Why, thank you," Tracey said in her best southern belle manner, twirling in
the same manner. They both laughed while Jason got an eyeful.  
  
"It looks like you've got an admirer," Valerie said, nodding toward Jason.  
  
Jason came back to reality. "Uh... sorry."  
  
"Don't be sorry. It's very flattering. But you should probably wipe the drool
off your chin before Baxter sees you."  
  
Jason wiped his chin, finding nothing there, but he smiled as they laughed at
his response. He laughed a little, only slightly embarrassed.  
  
Baxter walked out with the tray of steaks and whistled at the two ladies in
their swimsuits. "Now that's a view I can get used to," he said, winking at
Valerie.  
  
"Be careful flirting with your best friend's mother when he's right there to
see it," Tracey laughed.  
  
"No, he knows I'm a player, don't you, Jase?"  
  
"Better not play my mom. I'll kick your ass."  
  
"Like you could."  
  
"Bring it." Jason walked over to him. They have always played around this way.  
  
"Boys, boys," Tracey smiled. "That's enough."  
  
"Tell you what," Valerie said. "I'd consider it flattering if you can't keep
your eyes off me. I won't complain if I catch you staring."  
  
"Well, if we're playing that way, help yourself to an eyeful," Tracey added,
winking at Valerie.  
  
They all laughed and Tracey and Valerie broke into a side conversation while
Jason and Baxter laid the meat and corn on the grill.  
  
"Hey, Jase, don't take this the wrong way, but your mom looks super hot
today."  
  
"Don't worry, I won't. Both our moms look great today," Jason answered.  
  
"You can say that again."  
  
"Both our—"  
  
"Don't."  
  
They both laughed and Jason looked past his friend to check out his own
mother.  
  
"I know I told you to pick up something sexy for today, but goddammit, Val,
you're making me look like a nun over here," Tracey snickered.  
  
"I wouldn't say that. You look incredible. No wonder neither one of them can
keep their eyes off of you. I can hardly look away myself."  
  
"No reason you shouldn't get a good look, too, if you want," Tracey winked.  
  
"God, Trace, you're such a pervert."  
  
"Said the mom who lets her son fuck her ass."  
  
"Yeah, because I'm the only one here who does that," she said with a smile.
Tracey just cleared her throat and looked back at the boys. Valerie's eyes
went wide. "You haven't?"  
  
"Well, it's just never come up. I've never done that before and Bax hasn't
asked for it, so..." She just shrugged.  
  
"Oh. Well, that's okay. I mean it's not like you have to do it. I just
assumed."  
  
"It's fine," she said. "I get it. I've been curious, but it's just never been
a good time"  
  
"Oh, it can definitely be a good time," Val laughed quietly. Tracey joined her
in laughing.  
  
"What's so funny over there?" called Baxter.  
  
"Don't worry about it," answered Tracey with a laugh.  
  
"I should throw you in the pool for disrespect."  
  
"I'd like to see you try."  
  
Baxter handed Jason the tongs. "Hold these, please."  
  
Tracey squealed and ran off the patio and down to the pool deck. Baxter chased
after her and his mother made it to the other side of the pool before he got
there. Every time he would go one way, she would run the other, keeping the
pool between them and laughing. Valerie joined Jason by the grill as he tended
the lunch.  
  
"Look at them," Valerie said quietly. "She's flirting with him."  
  
"And he hates it," Jason smiled.  
  
"She knows about us, you know."  
  
Jason's eyes went wide. "What?!"  
  
"Don't worry about it," she soothed. "She won't say anything. She promised me
she wouldn't tell anyone, even Baxter."  
  
"Are you sure?"  
  
"Has he treated either of us any differently in the last few weeks, including
today?"  
  
"No."  
  
"There you go."  
  
Jason thought for a second and then nodded. "Okay. I guess you're right."  
  
They heard a squeal and looked up to see Tracey in her son's arms, her feet
kicking in mid-air. Valerie called out, "Lunch is about ready!"  
  
"Oh, you're so lucky," Baxter laughed, setting her down.  
  
"Us girls have to stick together," his mother answered before pulling him
along by the hand.  
  
They had a nice lunch and everything was about as perfect as it could be.  
  
"You are so lucky to have the privacy up here, Trace," said Valerie. "It's so
peaceful."  
  
"We like it. The divorce was rough, but getting this house and full custody of
Baxter were the two great benefits. I wouldn't trade it for the world." She
squeezed his hand and he looked at her with genuine love in his eyes. She
looked to Jason. "Your mom told me that your father is trying to rearrange
weekends at the last minute sometimes. How do you feel about that?"  
  
He looked at his mother, who nodded to him. "I don't really care either way.
I'm old enough to see through it and to take care of myself. But I'm worried
about Tyler. Dad and his girlfriend can buy him off and he doesn't see through
it. It's kind of a shitty move, if you ask me."  
  
Valerie took his hand. "Tyler and Jason have both been very good about
everything and I know it's not easy on either one of them. They have both
stepped in to take on some more responsibility and to make sure I'm okay." She
smiled at her son, who smiled back.  
  
"Well, we're glad you were both able to come over today. It's so rare that all
four of us are together anymore. This is nice."  
  
"Thank you for the invitation, Tracey. It's been very relaxing so far."  
  
"It's still early, so you guys are welcome to stay as long as you want, even
if you want to stay overnight. I mean, that is, if you don't have to pick up
Tyler."  
  
"Tyler's at his friend's house. He was invited to the water park and to spend
the night for his best friend's birthday, so he's happy," Valerie answered.  
  
"Oh, great!" exclaimed Tracey. "That means we can drink!"  
  
Everyone laughed. "You mean we couldn't drink before? Who knew?" asked Baxter
before tipping back his open beer and chugging it. Everyone laughed even more.  
  
Tracey lifted her wine glass. "Then here's to a relaxing day with no plans."  
  
"No plans!" They all repeated, clinking their glasses and bottles together.  
  
"Everything was great, Tracey. Thank you," said Valerie, dropping her napkin
on the table by her plate.  
  
"Jason cooked, not me. And I agree, they were great."  
  
"Thank you," said Jason.  
  
"I'm going to clean up. You guys just relax," Tracey offered, standing and
grabbing her and Bax's plates.  
  
"I'll help," said Valerie, standing and picking up her own plate and the salad
bowl. "Why don't you guys get in the pool? We'll be out when we finish up."  
  
"We should set up the net," Bax suggested. "We can play volleyball later."
Jason agreed and the two of them gathered the net and ball from the shed while
their mothers cleaned everything up.  
  
"I have to say, Val, if you don't mind, that your son has grown up to be quite
the looker. I can see why you went after that."  
  
"I've been able to see Bax's appeal for some time. He's so handsome."  
  
"We both lucked out, then, haven't we?"  
  
"It looks like it."  
  
Valerie quietly put the leftovers into bags and containers while Tracey washed
the dishes by hand. After a couple of minutes Tracey spoke again without
looking up. "Are you nervous?"  
  
Valerie stopped, but didn't look up. "A little."  
  
"How do you think Jason will respond?"  
  
"Hard to say. I told him that you knew about us, but that Baxter didn't. I
don't know if that will put a damper on anything."  
  
Tracey turned to look at her friend. "Val." Valerie looked up at her. "If I
ask a favor, would you answer me honestly?"  
  
"Of course," she answered, looking concerned.  
  
"How do you feel about... borrowing... trading... I don't know the word I'm
looking for... What would you say to both of us having access to both boys?
Just for today? While we're together?"  
  
"You mean, me and Baxter and you and Jason?" Tracey nodded quickly. "Wow,"
Valerie said, returning to her task. "That's kind of out of nowhere, Trace."  
  
"I know," she said, stepping toward Valerie and resting a hand on her
shoulder, "And that's why I'm talking to you alone. Today, before we go out
there. Valerie, I'm okay if Baxter wants to be with you. And I'm okay if Jason
doesn't want to be with me. But I want to know if you would be okay if Jason
did, or if Baxter made a pass at you. I'm not telling you anything needs to
happen like that, but I just want to set a clear boundary, and I don't want it
to be anything that comes between us. I love you, Val, and I don't want our
friendship to be messed up because of any unexpected possibilities today."  
  
Valerie considered it for a minute. "I see where you're coming from. And
you're right. Jason is a grown man, free to make his own choice. And Baxter IS
a good-looking guy, and would be hard to resist," she laughed. "Okay," she
nodded. "Just for today, or for as long as we're here, I'm okay with us...
sharing. I guess that's the right word."  
  
"Yay!" exclaimed Tracey, hugging Valerie tightly. Valerie returned her hug,
both excited and nervous about the direction of the day. Jason didn't know why
they were coming over here, but she did. She wanted to be able to let Jason
and Baxter know each other's secrets so they wouldn't feel entirely alone
about it. Just as Tracey and Valerie were able to share their excitement and
concerns, the boys should be able to as well, without fear of repercussion or
rejection.  
  
"On one condition," Valerie said, pulling away far enough to look Tracey in
the eye. "No matter what, Jason's cum is mine."  
  
"Yeah, fine," Tracey agreed, nodding excitedly.  
  
"I'm serious, Trace. Whatever's going on, when he's ready to blow, it goes to
me. Don't hold him in, don't act surprised like you missed the signs, and
don't demand him to give it to you. I need your help on this. You know you
can't trust a man's judgment when he's about to blow," she smiled.  
  
"You got that right," Tracey agreed with a laugh. "I promise. To make it fair,
we'll make the same rule with Baxter."  
  
"You want me to take Baxter's, too?" Valerie asked. "Gee, I don't know..." she
said pensively, her finger on her chin as she looked at the ceiling.  
  
"Oh, you know what I mean!" laughed Tracey, causing Valerie to laugh along
with her.  
  
Within a few minutes the kitchen was cleaned up and the ladies made their way
out to the patio. The guys were hitting the ball back and forth over the net.
"Mm," Tracey grunted. "Look at those two."  
  
"Yeah," Valerie said quietly. "Two handsome young studs who don't have a clue
what's coming."  
  
"Soon enough," muttered her friend before calling out, "Margaritas!" She held
the pitcher aloft and walked down the few stone steps to the pool deck as the
guys cheered, the volleyball landing in the water close to Bax with a small
splash. Valerie followed her friend down the stairs, carrying salted glasses.
She noticed that Bax inspected his mother as she walked over to the table on
the pool deck and when she looked at Jason, noticed that he was looking at her
own body as she walked. Her stomach tingled in excitement and a sense of
anticipation.  
  
She set the glasses on the table and Tracey immediately poured margaritas in
all four glasses. They laughed and talked for a few minutes in the sun. "I
need to reapply my sunscreen," Tracey said. "I don't want to burn." She pulled
the bottle out of the lime green canvas basket on the center of the table and
flipped the cap open. "Val, can you give me a hand with the hard-to-reach
places?"  
  
"Of course." Jason could feel his mouth go dry and his crotch stir as he
watched his mother rise and begin to rub a coat of oil on Tracey's shoulders,
upper arms and back. The sun reflected off the gloss of her oiled skin and the
boys appeared to be enamored by the touch of one mother upon the other.
Valerie's tan hands smoothed over Tracey's body, stopping occasionally to
gather more oil from the body, while Tracey covered her own legs and stomach.
Valerie grazed over Tracey's shoulders and down her upper chest, feeling the
beginnings of her breasts, the soft flesh giving under the pressure of her
fingers.  

Jason and Baxter watched in silence. Tracey noticed out of the corner of her
eye and decided to make a little more of a show of it. "Mmmm," she sighed,
barely audible, and rolled her head back. "That feels nice." Valerie smiled,
knowing what Tracey was up to, and played along.  
  
"I love your skin, Trace," she said quietly. "It's very smooth and soft. I
wish I had skin like yours."  
  
"What are you talking about?" she giggled, turning to look at Valerie. "You
have beautiful skin. Come here," she said, patting the lounge chair in front
of her. "Let me put some oil on you to keep it that way." Valerie simply
settled in on the lounge chair between Tracey's legs, facing away. Tracey
poured some oil in her hand before handing it to her best friend. Tracey
covered Valerie's back and shoulders in oil while Valerie worked her front.
Tracey's hands glided across Valerie's sides and hips, down over the outside
of her thighs before grazing up over the tops of her knees and sliding back up
to the edge of her swimsuit.  
  
Bax had to fight from adjusting himself as his erection was bound up in his
trunks. Jason, on the other hand, adjusted it freely, being at an angle
somewhat behind Tracey so that they wouldn't see him unless they craned their
necks. Both the young men enjoyed the eroticism of the mature women's touches
on each other, enhanced by the sighs and gentle moans, and the occasional
whispered commentary.  
  
"Okay, boys," Valerie said, standing. "Let's put some on you so we can get in
the pool." Both boys tried to hide their erections as they sat in front of
their own mothers on the lounge chairs. Valerie and Tracey passed the bottle
back and forth while gathering more oil to coat their son's young, firm
bodies. Baxter was getting worked up as his mother's hands caressed his upper
body, even tucking her fingers briefly into the waistband of his trunks while
coating him with sunscreen. What he didn't realize, however, was that his best
friend was feeling the same excitement at his own mother's touch. Both wanted
to express their pleasure to their mothers, but neither was willing to let the
other in on the secret.  
  
"Good enough," said Tracey, jumping up from the lounger. The others stood
quickly as she continued. "Val, I think we need to show these kids how grown-
ups play volleyball."  
  
"Sounds like a plan," Valerie agreed with a smile, giving a smug look to their
sons.  
  
"You're challenging us?" asked Jason.  
  
"Yep. We'll warm up a little and then start the game."  
  
"You're on," he said, Baxter laughing behind him.  
  
"Something funny, kiddo?" asked Tracey.  
  
"Come on, mom. You don't expect us to let you win, do you?"  
  
"Absolutely not! We'll warm up and we'll play a straight game to 15!"  
  
"Okay, okay," he laughed, shrugging at Jason. "We'll play."  
  
They all jumped in the pool and the boys went to the far side. As they swam
over, Tracey winked at her friend and pushed her own swimsuit bottoms down a
little. Valerie took the hint and pulled the knot tighter on her bikini top so
that the shoulder straps had a little slack. She raised her eyebrows at her
friend and asked, "Sandbag?"  
  
Tracey briefly nodded.  
  
They warmed up by just hitting the ball back and forth over the net, moving a
little to get it, but not making any serious attempts if it was out of reach.
They just wanted to get a feel for the ball, they assured their sons. After a
few minutes Valerie said they were ready and their sons let them serve first.
Tracey and Val both knew that they didn't stand a chance, but that didn't
matter. This game wasn't about beating their sons at volleyball.  
  
As they swam and dove for the ball, and as they jumped for blocks, their
swimsuits would sometimes show the crack of their asses or a little more
breast. Valerie's nipple popped out on more than one occasion, but she acted
like she didn't notice, other than to quickly pull her top back into place
over it. The ladies also made a show of comforting or congratulating each
other with a lot of wet hugs and maybe fixing the other's swimsuit briefly,
grazing or touching a breast or butt. The touched each other a lot, laughing
and giggling as they played. Neither would admit it right then, but both were
turned on, and not just from the knowledge that their sons were getting an
eyeful.  
  
"Game point," called Jason before serving. His mother jumped and hit it over,
her nipple popping free, but the play was moving too fast for her to fix it.
Jason hit it over again and Tracey jumped up, hitting it into the net. Valerie
tried to save it on the bounce, but ended up hitting it twice before Tracey
could hit it over. Baxter caught the ball and said, "That's game!" Jason
cheered, both boys watching as their mothers readjusted their swimsuits while
feigning disappointment at their loss.  
  
"Winners get the drinks," said Valerie smugly. She winked at Tracey as the
guys made their way over to the side of the pool. When they climbed out, both
mothers noticed the clear outline of impressive erections through the wet swim
trunks.  
  
"Holy shit, dude," Jason asked quietly as they made their way to the stairs.
"Did you see that?"  
  
"No shit. How could I miss your mom's tit popping out every five seconds?"  
  
"Your mom was showing plenty, too. No offense, but I think I saw a little bit
of bush when she jumped one time."  
  
"It's cool. Do you think they were trying to distract us?"  
  
"Dude, you've been watching way too much porn." They both laughed as Jason
opened the beers and Baxter poured the wine.  
  
They made their way back down the stairs while Tracey and Valerie leaned on
the side of the pool facing them. "We need to play again," offered Tracey.  
  
"Are you sure? You guys got 8 points. That's pretty impressive, considering
what you were up against." Jason let Baxter walk in front of him as he made
the jibe.  
  
Valerie gasped and splashed water at Jason, but mostly hit Bax, who was
carrying his own beer and his mother's white wine. "Hey! Careful!" he laughed.
Everyone else laughed with him.  
  
The sons handed their mothers their wine as Tracey added. "We're thinking we
should switch the teams. Mothers and sons. Valerie and Jason versus Baxter and
me."  
  
"That sounds fair," shrugged Baxter as he and Jason settled onto the edge of
the pool. "Kind of. I mean, it's still me and mom versus a couple of losers,
but I'll feel better about it."  
  
"Hey!" Valerie laughed.  
  
Jason just pushed his friend, who dropped his open beer into the pool.
"Dammit!" cried Baxter, watching his bottle sink to the bottom, leaving a
trail of bubbles and foam as it drifted slowly down. Everyone laughed again
and Baxter tried to grab Jason's beer, but his friend was too quick, pulling
it away and standing.  
  
"Relax," laughed Jason. "I'll get you a fresh one."  
  
"Damn right you will," he laughed, splashing his friend as he walked away.
After a moment he called after him, "And open it here so I know you didn't
spit in it!" Jason turned and smiled, giving him a thumb's up as he climbed
the stairs.  
  
"You don't mind being on my team, do you sweetie?" Tracey asked him, sliding
up between his knees and standing there, her hands rested on his thighs.  
  
"Not at all, mom," he said, looking down at her with love. "You know that."  
  
Valerie looked on, noticing how obvious their love for each other was. She
drifted back under the net to the other side of the pool, retrieving the ball
when she saw Jason walking down the stairs toward them. "Here you go," Jason
called, holding up the bottle. "One spit-free beer, just like you ordered."  
  
"Thank you," Baxter smiled.  
  
His mother drifted back away from the wall. She looked over at Valerie. "It
looks like you guys are on the other side of net. Your mom's already waiting.
Let's get this game going." She took a sip from her son's beer before setting
the bottle in one of the cup holders attached to the net poles.  
  
Valerie took a sip from Jason's and put in the cup holder on the other pole.
She winked at her son and moved up close to the net before Tracey asked if
they were ready and served. Jason and Valerie made a good return. The ball
bounced off Bax's hand before landing bouncing into the bushes. Valerie hugged
her son excitedly, being sure to rub her body against him, her hand brushing
his cock. She winked as she pulled back to serve, his face showing his shock
before he looked over and saw that Baxter and Tracey didn't even seem to
notice.  
  
The game was a more even match with the young men playing to beat each other
and their mothers taking every opportunity to hug and kiss and rub against
their sons. Both Baxter and Jason took notice of the look and feel of their
own mothers, their oiled skin reflecting the sun, water beading up and rolling
down their bodies, and their slick feel as they embraced in celebration or
grazed a hand over them in consolation.  
  
"Game point," called Tracey. "Point-12," she said before she served. The ball
just skimmed the top of the net, going between Jason's hands as he jumped to
block it. Valerie was able to get under it and pop it up, but Jason couldn't
get it over Baxter as he blocked it at the net, the ball splashing in the
water at the far end of the net.  
  
Tracey and Baxter both cheered and she jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms
around his neck and her legs around his waist. She quickly planted a firm kiss
on his mouth and his hands instinctively supported her under her ass. She
pulled her head back and smiled at him. He looked nervously at Valerie and
Jason, a lump in his throat. Valerie smiled and stood on her tiptoes to reach
up and kiss Jason on the lips. She held it for a couple of seconds, her eyes
closed, but his wide, looking at his friend. "Good game, honey," she
whispered.  
  
"Mom," he said quietly, pushing her away a little. She wasn't upset. He just
didn't realize.  
  
"Honey," she assured, "It's okay." She kissed him again and he felt her tongue
trace the corner of his mouth briefly. He shuddered at the feeling.  
  
"We should celebrate, don't you think?" Tracey asked her son. "We make a great
pair." She kissed him again and this time her tongue smoothly parted his lips
and she moaned. Baxter couldn't resist and he returned her gentle kiss with
his own tongue, his hands gripping her ass through the indigo fabric that
clung to her. He knew she could feel his hardness.  
  
Valerie surprised Jason by jumping up into his arms and he was forced to carry
her in the same way Baxter was carrying Tracey. Jason's fingertips were
pressed against the fabric covering her pussy and his mother ground herself
against his erection. Her tongue thrust even more deeply into his mouth and
their kiss became even hotter.  
  
"What do you know, baby?" Tracey said loud enough for Jason and Valerie to
hear. "It looks like we have something else in common with Val and Jase."  
  
Valerie pulled away and both of them looked over. Baxter and Jason looked at
each other sheepishly, but Val and Tracey shared a smile. A few seconds later,
Jason and Baxter eased into relieved smiles at each other.  
  
"Come on boys," Tracey said, sliding out of her son's arms and pulling him by
the hand. "Let's get more comfortable." Tracey and Valerie led their sons up
the stairs and over to the lounge chairs. Jason and Baxter sat on the lounge
chairs and their mothers straddled them before leaning in to resume their
kissing. Both the sons felt a lot more comfortable knowing that they both knew
and were okay with kissing their mothers in front of each other. Baxter still
didn't know what Jason knew so he was hesitant to do anything more.  
  
Tracey, on the other hand, was getting worked up. She wasn't excited just by
virtue of being with her son, but also knowing what was hopefully going to
happen with the four of them together. She wanted Valerie and Jason to see her
making love to her son. She wanted them to watch her sucking him, riding him,
coming on him, and being filled or covered with his release. She and Baxter
hadn't been together for three days and she was ready for this.  
  
As she squirmed on her son's groin, she grabbed his wrist. His hands had been
grabbing her ass, but she wanted him to make a bolder move. She pulled on his
wrist and he relaxed, allowing her to place his hand where she wanted: right
on her breast. He inhaled sharply and squeezed her while they kissed. She
tilted her head back and Baxter nibbled her neck and down to her chest. Tracey
winked at Valerie and Valerie winked back, pulling back from her own son's
mouth and untying the knot at the back of her neck. The strings fell away and
her breasts were completely exposed. Jason didn't care that anyone else was
here. He latched onto her perfect pink nipple and made love to it with his
mouth. He pulled on her ass with his hands, ensuring that she pressed hard
against his erection.  
  
Valerie squirmed on Jason's lap, loving the feel of his hands and mouth on
her. "Ooh, baby," Tracey moaned. Valerie looked over and noticed that her
friend had pulled off her own top and Baxter was enjoying her breasts. Valerie
briefly recounted the taste and feel of Tracey's breasts. The rubbery tip as
she flicked at the nipple with her tongue. She knew what it felt like to have
Tracey's hand in her hair, pulling her into her breast. Or for a kiss. Or as
she came on Valerie's tongue. It was only one time a few years ago, but she
remembered it vividly. Not long after Tracey's own divorce Valerie came over
to be a companion to her friend in a difficult time. They began to express
their sexual frustration and one thing led to another.  
  
But now here they were for the first time, making out with their sons side by
side. She could hardly believe it, but she didn't want to be focused at all on
Tracey or Baxter right now. She turned back to Jason and pulled his mouth off
her breast before kissing him passionately. He slipped his fingers under the
crotch of her bikini and eased two of them into her. "Oh, god!" she cried
before kissing him even more deeply, pulling herself into him.  
  
Tracey and Baxter looked over to see Jason making out with his mother in the
most passionate display they had ever seen. It was positively shameless. Bax
noticed Valerie's small, pink nipples, erect and coated with Jason's saliva.
They were a little darker than his mother's, which were practically pale in
comparison, but he loved them. In fact...  
  
Tracey gasped sharply at her son's attack on her left tit, biting lightly on
the nipple and pulling it with his teeth. A shiver ran through her and her
cunt pulsed with excitement. She watched him work and then heard Val again.  
  
"Get up," she ordered, rising off Jason's lap. "Lie back."  
  
Tracey followed suit, winking at her friend. "Come on, baby," she said to her
son. "Time to feed momma." She stood and allowed her son to lie back
excitedly. The two boys looked at each other, and their mothers looked at each
other as well. Their sons lifted their hips as the mature goddesses pulled
their swimsuits down and off, allowing their erections to spring free. The
women noticed that their sons were comparable, both bigger than average, but
neither one enormous. Good enough to fill them the way they liked without
hurting.  
  
As Tracey settled onto her knees, Valerie didn't wait. She just bent over at
the waist and took her son into her mouth. She gripped the base with one hand,
shoving her other hand into her bikini bottoms to rub her clit as she worked
Jason over with her mouth.  
  
"Fuck, mom!" he groaned loudly.  
  
"You whore," Tracey laughed, stroking her own son's impressive member. "You
couldn't even wait for me?"  
  
Valerie laughed around the head of Jason's slick, purplish dick, shrugging at
Tracey's accusation. Tracey just shook her head, still smiling, and buried
Baxter in her throat.  
  
Both boys sighed and groaned as their mothers blew them just a few feet apart.
Valerie pulled her mouth off and came on her own hand with a squeal. She tried
her best to maintain a steady rhythm as she jacked off her only child, but she
wasn't having much luck.  
  
"What do you think, Jason?" she breathed, standing up. "You want me to suck
you off some more, or are you ready for this?" she asked, rubbing her pussy
through her bikini bottoms.  
  
"I'm always ready for that," he said, reaching for her and caressing her hip.
He pulled on the strings at her hips and stood as the brightly colored fabric
fell to the ground. He pushed her over the chair and she crawled up onto it so
that her hands and knees held her weight, but her feet dangled off the end.
She squealed again when he forced his mouth against her lips, burying his
tongue.  
  
"Baxter, honey, check it out." She nodded toward their friends. He was already
watching, though. "Go see if she'll suck you off."  
  
"Are you serious?" he whispered back. She nodded.  
  
"It'll be fine, I promise."  
  
She rested back on her knees and patted his rear as he stood. Baxter was
nervous when he walked over. He stood beside Valerie's head, his erection
pointing at her from about two feet away. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed
her son's mouth, but after a minute she opened them, looking sleepy. She
continued to coo and sigh with her mouth hanging open slightly.  
  
"Oh!" she gasped. "Hi, Baxter. Is that for me?" she asked, looking over at
Tracey, who winked at her.  
  
"Um... I just... I thought..."  
  
"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled, reaching for his erection. Her tiny
hand gripped him lightly and pulled him a little closer. He took a couple of
steps forward and straddled the lounge chair, settling in front of her. She
moaned as she took him into her mouth for the first time.  
  
Jason looked up over his mother's ass and saw his best friend with his head
thrown back and knew what he was doing.  
  
"Don't be jealous, baby," Tracey whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "We've
agreed to share." Just the thought of getting to do Baxter's mother sent a
pulse of desire to his already-swollen groin. "Just keep eating."  
  
She lowered herself to the patio, kneeling to the side and taking him into her
own mouth. She felt almost like she was giving her son a vicarious blowjob. As
she worked Jason over with her mouth, his pleasure transferred to his mother's
pussy. She in turn drew from his touch and worked harder to bring Baxter off.  
  
Valerie was the first to come, shuddering and groaning around Baxter's shaft
and flooding Jason's mouth. Baxter began making noises that were familiar to
Tracey and she jumped up from the deck and pulled Valerie up by her hair. "A
deal's a deal," she smiled, kissing Valerie on the cheek before plunging her
mouth all the way onto her own son's cock. Valerie turned around quickly and
took Jason into her mouth. She wasn't willing to invest in a blowjob without a
return on her investment: feeling a cock pulse in her mouth and tasting the
warm, salty-sweet cream of Jason's excitement flood over her tongue and into
her throat.  
  
She heard Baxter grunt with each pulse of his release and knew she wanted what
Tracey was getting. She gently squeezed Jason's balls and worked her tongue on
his favorite places before he groaned out his warning and forced his cock into
her throat. Spasms forced his seed into her throat for the first two pulses
before she pulled back enough to taste and feel his secondary fire.  
  
Both ladies cooed as they cleaned their own sons' cocks with their tongues and
mouths. Jason didn't say a word as he stepped back gingerly before flopping
back into the pool with a splash. He surfaced to laughter from the other three
before Baxter yelled as he jumped in.  
  
"Shall we?" asked Valerie with a smile.  
  
"After you," Tracey offered.  
  
Valerie ran and jumped into the pool with a squeal, followed closely by her
best friend. Jason wrapped his mother in his arms and kissed her passionately.  
  
"Ugh. Get a room," Tracey groaned.  
  
"No need after that," laughed Jason. "You've seen it now."  
  
"So I guess the secret's out, then?" asked Baxter. "You know about us."  

"And you know about us," smiled Jason.  
  
"Nobody else knows, right?" Bax sounded nervous.  
  
"Not from us," Valerie answered reassuringly.  
  
"Then no one knows, honey," Tracey said. "Val is the only one I trusted with
that. She and Jason just started their new relationship. That's why I invited
them over today. We can share a bond and none of us has to feel completely
alone with our little secret."  
  
"So you set this up?" Jason asked his mother. She just shrugged. "On the one
hand, that's kind of scary. On the other hand," he shrugged, "I guess I
appreciate it."  
  
"Me, too," smiled Baxter. "You have no idea how hard it's been not to tell
you, dude. First, you're my best friend and this is one of the biggest and
best things ever to happen to me. On the other hand, I'm having this amazing
sex and I can't even tell anyone."  
  
Everyone laughed. "I wish I could say the same," said Tracey, "But I've been
telling Val for a long time. I couldn't keep it in."  
  
"You knew?" asked Baxter. "How long?"  
  
"A few months," Valerie answered.  
  
"And that's what got you thinking about us?" Jason asked. Valerie nodded. He
turned to Tracey. "I owe you one."  
  
"I just may collect on that," she said with a wink.  
  
"Okay," Jason said, pushing himself up to sit on the side of the pool, "How
did you guys get started?"  
  
"I don't know when mom started thinking about me, but I started noticing how
hot she was when I was about twelve. I guess you could call it a crush at
first. I just thought she was pretty and kind, and no other girls ever paid me
any attention. You remember how small I was. Dena Grey turned me down for the
fall dance in eighth grade and I was crying about it. Remember when I got that
call from Melissa telling me that Dena liked me and was hoping I'd ask her to
the dance?" Jason nodded. "Well, anyway, I came home crushed and mom took care
of me and made me feel better. From then on, we just kept getting closer.
Like, mom and son closer, not the other way. But she was the only woman I
wanted."  
  
"I was surprised myself when I started having a different kind of feeling for
Bax," Tracey added. "Like he said, we started growing closer, but when he was
a junior something clicked. I saw him differently, but I couldn't explain why.
I think he started to fill out and he looked like his dad when I had first met
him, rugged, muscular..." She shook her head with a smile. "One evening I came
home from a rough day dealing with an adjustment with the divorce, and Greg's
lawyers were all over me, trying to renegotiate things that had been settled
years ago, regarding paying for Baxter's college. I was a mess and Bax took me
to dinner and comforted me and told me we would work it out. He was so strong
and caring and I realized what kind of young man he was. Before I knew it I
had kissed him and he didn't hesitate in kissing me back. All my thoughts and
feelings poured out as we talked, and his feelings matched my own in a lot of
ways. That night we made love for the first time and it was pretty amazing,"
she said, smiling at Baxter, who smiled back, nodding. "And now here we are.
And I can honestly say I've never been happier."  
  
"We were wondering for ourselves," asked Jason, "About the future. You know,
meeting someone else and having kids."  
  
"Well," Tracey sighed, "We've talked about that. A lot. And we don't know how
to answer that for ourselves either. Right now we love each other very much.
No one has really shown much interest in either one of us. One day that may
change, and we'll have to deal with it, I'm sure, but we try not to think too
much about it right now."  
  
All four fell silent for a moment as they realized that their relationships
would change at some point in the future. Soon enough, Baxter jumped out of
the pool, pulling himself up onto the side and saying, "I think what we need
is more margarita and some nachos!" The response was enthusiastic by all four,
anxious to change their mood back to the fun they had been having just a few
minutes before.  
  
"Nice ass, baby!" yelled Tracey as he walked away. Everyone laughed when he
stuck it out ands shook it at her.  
  
"I think I'll help him out," said Valerie, climbing out of the pool. She
looked at Tracey, who winked at her.  
  
"So, Jason..." Tracey said, drawing his attention from his mother's ass and
gliding toward him. "I liked getting a taste of that cock."  
  
He cleared his throat and she eased between his knees. "That was nice," he
said.  
  
She ran her hands up his thighs. "How about you let me have another taste
while Val and Bax are in the house? And I would love to get some of what you
gave your mom."  
  
"What? Are you serious? What about Baxter?"  
  
"Don't worry about him." She caressed his growing shaft. "He'll be fine." She
buried Jason's cock in her mouth and sucked him as it grew. He moaned and
gripped the edge of the pool while she sucked on him.  
  
"Oh, my god, Tracey. You're incredible," he groaned.  
  
"Mmmm, I'm glad you like it." She straightened back up and continued to stroke
him lightly. "Unfortunately, I can't let you come. I made a deal with Val."  
  
"A deal?"  
  
"Mmhmm." She nodded. "I can do whatever I want with you, but she gets all your
cum." She leaned in closer and whispered, "Guess what? I made the same deal
with her about Bax."  
  
He looked toward the house. "You mean they could be in there... together?"  
  
"If I know Baxter...and if I know your mother, then yes. What do you say,
Jason?" She hopped up onto the edge of the pool beside him. "Want to give me a
little of that tongue?"  
  
"Love to," he said, dropping into the water. She giggled and scooted forward
so that her pussy was right at the edge of the pool and she leaned back on her
hands. Jason immediately set to work on tasting his best friend's mother for
the first time. She didn't taste all that different from his mother, he
thought, of course starting with the pool water that coated her and then her
natural juices taking on a more musky taste. He loved it. The first time he
had eaten a pussy he had to will himself to do it. But he quickly associated
her pleasure and the enthusiasm of her return investment with the taste and he
now craved it; it was one of the things he honestly loved to do.  
  
And it showed. Tracey was thoroughly enjoying his work and was quickly
approaching her release. Her hips were rolling of their own volition, smearing
her juices around his mouth, nose, chin and cheeks. With one hand she
supported herself and with the other she pinched and pulled at her nipples,
alternating as she wished. Her climax hit her hard with a squeal and groan,
showing her appreciation for his attention to her clitoris.  
  
"Oh, wow," she breathed, smiling euphorically and shaking her head. "Valerie
is one lucky woman."  
  
Jason had dipped his mouth under the surface and rubbed it to rinse her juices
off before he stood between her legs again. "You taste a lot like her," he
said with a smile. "And I love her taste."  
  
"You're sweet," Tracey said, kissing him gently and letting her tongue trace
his upper lip before combing his hair over his ears.  
  
"Your mom sure seems to like his tongue," Valerie said quietly as Baxter eased
his cock in and out of her smoothly. She didn't want to be heard through the
open kitchen window as she looked out, bent over the sink.  
  
"It looked like he loved that pussy, too," Baxter groaned, trying to maintain
control. "I know it's delicious." His dick pulsed at the thought of tasting
her.  
  
"It sure is," Valerie said without thinking, watching as Tracey kissed Jason
before combing his hair over his ear.  
  
"What?" Baxter asked excitedly, stopping his movement into her.  
  
Valerie cursed under her breath. "I said I'm sure it is."  
  
"No, you said 'It sure is.'"  
  
"Baxter."  
  
"You've tasted her, haven't you?" he asked, pushing his cock all the way in
until his balls rested against her clit. "You've tasted my mom's pussy."  
  
"Baxter," she pleaded, "Don't—"  
  
"I won't say anything. I just want to know." He pulled back and began
thrusting smoothly, but with a little more urgency than before.  
  
"Okay," she sighed, pushing up a little and looking over her shoulder. "I've
tasted her. I've buried my tongue in that sweet snatch and I loved it."  
  
"Fuck," he grunted, picking up the pace, his cock throbbing.  
  
"No, Bax!" she whispered excitedly, pulling quickly off of him. "Remember what
I said. No coming." She had turned to face him and had a hand on his chest.  
  
"Please, Val, I need to. God, I want to come in you so bad." He looked
desperate.  
  
She thought for a second and shook her head in disbelief at her own offer.
"Tell you what. If you can control yourself, maybe I'll see if I can talk your
mom into a little show for you boys." She gave a sexy smile and circled his
chest with her finger.  
  
"Are you serious?! Like you and my mom? Together?"  
  
"IF she agrees, then yes."  
  
"Holy shit!"  
  
"Sshhhh!" she shushed him, looking out the window at Tracey and Jason, who
were both now in the pool kissing and talking. They didn't seem to have heard
him.  
  
"Sorry," he whispered, looking out the window to see if he had been heard.
"All I have to do is not come and I'll get to watch you and mom?" Valerie
nodded, excited at the prospect. "I'll do my best."  
  
"If you blow... you blow your chance," she said with a smile at her clever
pun.  
  
"Yes, ma'am."  
  
"Good," she said, turning around. "Now reach around and rub my clit while you
fuck me. Just because you can't come, doesn't mean I don't get to."  
  
Without another word, Baxter pressed back into her and fucked her steadily,
the full length of his hard, fat shaft gliding in and out while he played with
her clit as she directed him. Her orgasm hit her after only a couple of
minutes and Baxter withdrew immediately after she finished so that he could
control his own orgasm, not wanting to miss the show Jason's mother had
offered.  
  
A couple of minutes later she and Baxter walked out onto the patio.  
  
"Hey! Where are the nachos?" asked Jason.  
  
"Oops," shrugged Valerie.  
  
"I was really looking forward to those," he complained.  
  
"Don't give me that," his mother laughed. "I know you already ate."  
  
Jason looked sheepish while everyone else laughed. After a moment of seeing
that everyone else was okay with it, he felt a little better and laughed with
a shrug.  
  
"I'm just kidding," smiled Valerie. "I just figured Tracey could help me make
them while you boys cooled down."  
  
"Sure. I can help," said Tracey, a brief look of confusion on her face as she
climbed the stairs out of the pool.  
  
"What was that about?" asked Tracey as Valerie closed the patio door.  
  
"I need a favor," Valerie said nervously.  
  
"Okay?"  
  
"Baxter and I were in here... um..."  
  
"Fucking. Go on."  
  
"Oh. Okay. You knew?"  
  
"Of course," she laughed. She stood in front of the sink and looked out the
window. "And I bet you stood right here and watched Jason and me while you did
it, too."  
  
"Yes." Valerie looked a little sheepish. She suddenly sputtered, "But he
didn't come! I swear!"  
  
"It's okay, Val. I trust you." Tracey crossed her arms and leaned against the
sink. "So what's this favor?"  
  
"Well, in order to keep Baxter from coming, I made a deal with him..."  
  
******  
  
"I hope you don't mind my saying so, dude, but your mom has a sweet pussy,"
Baxter said, hitting the volleyball over the net  
  
"I'd argue if I could. Your mom's is pretty tasty, too." Jason returned the
shot in a high arc.  
  
"Don't I know it? Man, I'm so glad we can talk about this stuff now. You have
no idea how hard it has been not being able to tell anyone."  
  
"I'm glad, too." Jason caught the ball and held it. "Are you cool if your mom
does stuff with me?"  
  
"I am if you're cool with yours doing stuff with me."  
  
"Don't get mad, but I kind of think it would be cool to double up on them."  
  
"That would be so cool!"  
  
Jason served the ball again, excited to have his friend's permission to fuck
his mom. He'd always thought Tracey was hot and now that he's had a taste, he
wanted more. Baxter was just as excited. Even though he had already had his
cock in Valerie, the thought of banging her together filled his mind with
ideas.  
  
"Nachos!" called Tracey, carrying a tray with a platter of nachos and some
small plates. The boys turned to see Tracey, still naked, carrying the
platter, and Valerie, also still naked, carrying a large pitcher filled with
margarita.  
  
Valerie poured the drinks as the boys made their way up the stairs and out of
the pool. Each son kissed his mother on the cheek, their proud erections
bobbing in front of them.  
  
"Oh, honey, we need to put on some more sunscreen," said Valerie. As Jason and
Baxter served themselves nachos on the smaller plates, Valerie and Tracey
rubbed sunscreen on their backs, over their asses and down their legs. They
put the plates down when their mothers worked on the front, starting at the
shoulders and working the glistening oil down their bodies to their groins.
Both mothers gently coated the shafts and balls of their sons, to sighing
approval and throbbing erection.  
  
"Good enough," said Tracey, standing from before her son. "Eat up, boys," she
added as Valerie stood.  
  
"I made the margaritas a little stronger," Valerie said. "I hope that's okay."
Their sons each took a glass from her as Tracey unrolled the table's umbrella
to keep the boys, the margaritas, and the nachos in the shade.  
  
"Valerie, honey, it looks like you need more sunscreen, too."  
  
She turned to look at Tracey and said, "You're looking a little pink yourself,
Trace."  
  
"I am?" she looked at down at herself. "Maybe a little."  
  
"We don't want that," answered Valerie, pouring some sunscreen in her hand
before handing the tube to Tracey and rubbing her hands together. Tracey
turned around and poured oil into her own hand and set the tube on the table
before rubbing her hands together. Valerie began coating her friend's neck and
shoulders in oil before Tracey interrupted her.  
  
"Val, you're going to burn if you don't get some sunscreen on." She turned and
began coating Valerie's shoulders and upper chest with the lotion while Baxter
watched, getting a hint at what was going on. The women ignored them as they
continued coating each other's shoulders and arms, standing face-to-face.  
  
Baxter continued to watch, enthralled, hoping that what was happening was the
fulfillment of the deal he had made with Valerie. He bumped Jason's arm with
his elbow, causing a loaded chip to fall into Jason's lap.  
  
"Dude, what the hell?" He looked up and Baxter, still looking at their
mothers, was pointing to them. Jason looked over and a tingle of excitement
traveled to his groin. He groaned in appreciation at the site of his mother
and the porcelain redhead caressing each other five feet away.  
  
"I don't want you to burn," Tracey said seductively, slathering a gloss of oil
across Valerie's breasts. Valerie's eyes closed in pleasure. It had been a
long time since Tracey had touched her like this. "Don't let me burn, either,"
she continued. Valerie opened her eyes to see Tracey looking at her with one
eyebrow raised. Valerie smiled and drizzled a line of oil across the top of
her best friend's chest. She watched, rapt, as the oil dripped down in
vertical lines along the contours of Tracey's perfect breasts.  
  
Valerie rubbed the oil gently into Tracey's skin, bringing a sigh from her
friend as both ladies played gently with the breasts of the other. Tracey was
practically dripping from Valerie's touch and she suspected, rightly, that Val
was dripping as well. Tracey turned Val around and rubbed oil over her
shoulders and back, working her way down as she knelt behind her. She spent a
considerable amount of time squeezing and rubbing Valerie's glorious ass.
Tracey appreciated the quiet moans coming from her friend's throat, but she
appreciated even more the bright pink lips and asshole that spread open when
she pulled the cheeks apart for a moment before letting them go to settle
quickly into place. She soon moved to her legs and ran her freshly-oiled hands
along her calves, feet and thighs, moving back up to her hips.  
  
"My turn," she said, standing and turning around. Valerie snapped out of her
relaxed arousal, remembering what she and Tracey had discussed while they made
margaritas and nachos. Valerie picked up a glass and poured Tracey a
margarita. Tracey took it with thanks and turned back around. Valerie oiled
her hands and worked the oil down Tracey's back, ass, and legs, taking her
time as Tracey had.  
  
When Tracey turned around Valerie poured herself a margarita and they both
took a moment to drink from their glasses before setting them down. Valerie
settled onto her knees in front of Tracey and Tracey poured oil into Valerie's
hand. Val began at Tracey's breasts and smoothed oil into them again before
working her way down to her stomach and thighs. Without a word she worked the
oil into her skin, moving toward her pussy. Tracey gasped when her friend ran
her hands through her labia. Both boys moaned at the sight and Valerie and
Tracey both knew they were in total control of their sons.  
  
Val dragged her finger back through as she stood before reaching for her
margarita again and taking a drink. Tracey knelt in front of her and repeated
Val's actions. This time instead of standing up when she was finished, she
kissed Val's thighs and up her stomach through her cleavage and to her lips.
Jason and Baxter watched their mothers kiss and Jason knew that if his cock
had ever been harder, he couldn't remember when.  
  
"That's so hot," he said.  
  
"Drink up, boys," Tracey said, still standing in Val's embrace. "We're just
getting started."  
  
Baxter couldn't believe Val had talked his mother into giving them a show. He
wasn't complaining, obviously, but he was very surprised. He thought Valerie
was just shooting her mouth off to keep him from coming in her. But now here
he was, watching his mother and her friend kissing and rubbing suntan oil all
over each other. And he watched his own mother kissing up the front of her
naked best friend and now her hands were caressing Val's hips.  
  
"Holy shit, mom!" Baxter exclaimed. "I can't believe what I'm seeing."  
  
"Aww, what's the matter, honey?" she asked, walking toward him. "Did you want
a taste of her first?" she asked before cocking her head a little to the side
and reconsidering. "Or did you already have one?"  
  
"No," he said, shaking his head. Valerie sipped her Margarita as she listened
to the exchange. She looked over at Jason and winked. Baxter continued. "We
just... uh..."  
  
"Fucked, honey," Valerie said. "The word you're looking for is 'fucked."' She
looked back to Jason and smiled.  
  
He smiled back and saluted her with his glass. "Here's to fucking," he said.  
  
"To fucking," added Tracey, lifting her glass from the table before taking
another sip. She was glad she had made it a little stronger than the first
batch. She was feeling the buzz of the alcohol mixed with her arousal. She
made a noise as she swallowed the mouthful of margarita and then set her glass
back on the table as she turned to Valerie. "Now, where were we?"  
  
"Right here," Val offered, extending her hand and setting her glass on the low
table next to the lounge chairs. Tracey took her hand and drifted into
Valerie's arms and they immediately began kissing again, running their hands
over each other. Valerie pulled back a little and bent down to take Tracey's
nipple into her mouth.  
  
All four lovers groaned when she did that. Valerie had not had Tracey's nipple
in her mouth in a long time and was finally able to taste her again, enjoying
the small, rubbery nub between her lips and batting at it with her tongue as
she sucked. Sizzling impulses fired from Tracey's nipple to her stomach and
crotch, making her pussy moisten even more. She wondered if Valerie was very
wet.  
  
Val yelped around Tracey's nipple when she felt her hand stroking her pussy.
She gasped and pulled her head back a little when Tracey pinched her clit
lightly. Tracey bent down and took Valerie's nipple in her mouth briefly,
again running her hand back and forth along her labia before standing and
pulling Valerie toward a lounge chair.  

Baxter and Jason were barely moving as they watched, unbelieving, Jason
absently stroked his erection loosely, feeling the slickness of his pre-cum
coating his shaft as he touched himself.  
  
"Lie back, sweetie," Tracey said quietly. Valerie looked her in the eye as she
settled back onto the lounger, and watched the redhead again suck on her
nipple before sucking on the other one. The boys were struck with the
eroticism of the moment when Valerie gasped at Tracey's tongue on her clit.  
  
"Oooh, Trace!" she groaned. "It's been so long. So long," she muttered while
Tracey savored Valerie's pussy for the first time in a few years.  
  
"Your mom's eating my mom's pussy," Jason observed quietly.  
  
"Tell me about it." Baxter stood and approached the women, worrying Jason that
he might interrupt them so that they stopped. Instead, Bax walked past them
and gathered cushions from the two furthest loungers and brought them over,
laying them side-by-side on the deck. "Ladies," he said. "How about a 69?"  
  
"Yes, Tracey," Valerie answered. "I want to taste you, too." Tracey smiled as
she backed away.  
  
"Top or bottom?" asked Tracey.  
  
"Bottom." Valerie sat up and made her way casually to the cushions. She lay
down seductively, knowing all eyes were on her. Tracey barely gave her a
chance to get settled before she was kneeling over Valerie's head and leaning
over to pick up where she left off.  
  
They were sideways to their sons and Jason stood up to get a better look. He
walked over to his mother's head and watched her tongue and lips working on
the bright red pussy hovering over her face. Valerie looked him in the eye as
she continued to work. After a minute she said, "Are you just going to stand
there or are you going to fuck her?" She smiled as she said it. Tracey mumbled
something into Valerie's pussy, but it didn't sound in any way like an
objection.  
  
Jason straddled his mother's head and pushed his cock downward. Valerie licked
the head and along the underside of his shaft before he moved a little forward
and she continued by licking his balls, sucking one of them into her mouth.
Jason looked up because he noticed Baxter walking toward them. He shook his
head at Jason with a smile and settled between Valerie's legs. As Valerie
sucked on Jason's balls and licked his shaft, Tracey lifted her head and
sucked Baxter into her mouth for just a moment. She alternated licking
Valerie's clit and lips, and sucking Baxter's raging cock.  
  
Valerie moaned, vibrating Jason's balls in her mouth, as Baxter pressed into
her. "Mmm, fuck," she sighed with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to look
at Jason, and smiled as she purred, "Bax is fucking me." Jason pressed forward
into Tracey, bringing a groan from his best friend's mother. Valerie resumed
licking at Tracey's clitoris, but Tracey just lay her head against Val's thigh
and watched her son's pulsing erection glide in and out of the slick, wet lips
embracing him.  
  
Tracey's lips were swollen with pleasure, bright pink and full, engorged with
blood. Her wrinkled pink asshole winked at him as she clenched around him
while he fucked her. Unable to resist, her circled her anus with the pad of
his thumb, applying light pressure, causing her to flinch and giggle. "Jason's
touching my ass," she told her son.  
  
"Do you want him to fuck you there?" he whispered. She shrugged in
uncertainty, even though she loved it when a man played back there.  
  
"I want some things to be just between us," she answered.  
  
"Fair enough." He caressed her cheek as he continued to thrust into Valerie,
and Tracey turned her head to kiss his palm as it passed her mouth.  
  
Jason pressed his thumb into Tracey's backdoor, causing her to coo. She lifted
her head and pressed back against him, taking him deeper. She began to pick up
the pace, sliding back and forth on his cock and thumb, whining and moaning in
increasing pitch and volume. Baxter withdrew and held his prick up for his
mother to take into her mouth and in a matter of moments, she was working her
pussy and ass on Jason and her mouth on Baxter. Valerie tried her best to
continue licking at Tracey's clit, but quickly realized it was a lost cause.
She reached down instead to grasp her friend's breasts and to tease her
nipples, pinching and pulling at them while the two young studs plowed into
her.  
  
Tracey lost all control and came hard, collapsing onto Valerie in a series of
squealing convulsions. As soon as she fell forward off Jason's cock, Valerie
reached for it and pulled it down into her mouth, craning her neck to take as
much as possible. Jason moved and lowered himself so that she could work more
of him in comfortably, and reveled in her skill and enthusiasm. Her eyes
burned with passion and he felt his orgasm quickly approaching.  
  
Val's eyes flew open and she was jarred by Baxter's penetrating thrust to bury
himself back in her pussy. He leaned over her and grunted as he began fucking
her in earnest, knowing that his mother's face was right there watching him
fuck her best friend. Valerie continued to moan and squeal, whining around
Jason's erection while his friend plowed her with his strong cock.  
  
"Shit, mom," groaned Jason. "I'm coming." He tried to hold back, but when she
moaned her assent and took him even further into her mouth, he knew what she
wanted. "Here it comes!" he cried. The fire of his excitement fired from his
core, through his balls and shaft, burning as it left his body.  
  
"Mmmmm," moaned Valerie, struggling to swallow everything, the deluge of his
desire flooding her mouth in a torrent of cream and life. Again and again he
thrust, shallow, rapid thrusts, into her mouth, each pulse accompanied by a
blast of his hot seed. He dropped over her, his hand landing on the deck with
a slap as he supported himself over her head.  
  
Valerie let his cock pop free and focused on enjoying Baxter's powerful
fucking thrusts. Her fingers worked her clit rapidly, her panting curses
escaping in barely audible whispers. She couldn't see Baxter's penetrating
member because Tracey was in the way, now supporting her own weight, but still
straddling Valerie.  
  
"Mom, I'm almost there," he said.  
  
"I know it, baby!" she said, recognizing the signs. "So is she. Ride it out,
honey."  
  
"I don't know if I can," he groaned, gritting his teeth.  
  
Tracey dropped her face down onto Val's mound, her friend immediately moving
her hand to Tracey's head, taking a fistful of her fiery red hair. Valerie was
almost immediately brought to orgasm when Tracey sucked her clit into her
mouth and lashed it with her tongue.  
  
"FUCK!" she cried, arching her hips up into Tracey's face. She wailed as she
came, Baxter's cock forced out of her by her vaginal muscles.  
  
"UNGH!" he grunted, fisting his cock as the first blast of cum flew from his
wide-open piss slit and smacked his mother in the cheek under her left eye
before splattering in a line through her hair.  
  
"OHMMmm!" she cried in surprise, catching his head in her mouth and swallowing
his heavy load, pulse after pulse, her son stroking his seed onto his mother's
tongue. She cleaned him up with long, casual licks as they both caught their
breath. "You could warn a girl," she smiled.  
  
"I tried," answered Baxter, resting his ass on his heels.  
  
"Help momma up, baby," Valerie asked, extending her hand. Jason stood and
pulled her to her feet. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and
kissed him. As soon as their kiss ended, she squealed in laughter as he
scooped her up and jumped in the pool with her in his arms. They both
surfaced, laughing. "How dare you!" she laughed, "Treating your own mother
that way."  
  
Baxter looked at Tracey. "No!" she said, pointing at him as she backed away
with a smile.  
  
"Come on, mom, I just want a hug." He lunged at her, causing her to squeal
with laughter, just escaping his grasp. She wasn't so lucky the second time
and he pulled her to him by her wrist.  
  
"Don't!" she screamed, laughing as he pulled at her. "Respect your mother,
young man," she laughed as he threw her over his shoulder and jumped out into
the middle of the deep end. They both burst through the surface with laughter.  
  
"I love you, mom," he said quietly, kissing her gently.  
  
"I love you, too, baby doll," she smiled.  
  
As they polished off the margaritas, Tracey said, "Thank you guys for coming
over. I have to say, this his been an amazing day."  
  
"Thank you for the invite," saluted Val with her glass held high.  
  
"So, are we allowed to talk about this openly now?" asked Baxter.  
  
"I don't see why not," answered Tracey.  
  
"Good," he said, putting his glass to his lips for a sip. "Because I totally
want to fuck Valerie in the ass." He was hit in the face with a towel as soon
as he said it, while everyone laughed.  
  
"Boys," sighed Valerie before looking over at Tracey. "What do you think,
Trace? Do we want to do this again sometime?"  
  
"Why not?" She turned to Baxter. "Bax, honey, do they know about Steve and his
mom?"  
  
Jason coughed, his margarita splattering on his chest.  
  
Baxter laughed. "I guess they do now."




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