


Ever Notice

by dellagordo



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2013-09-17
Updated: 2013-12-09
Packaged: 2017-04-21 22:29:20
Chapters: 9
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/ever-notice-ch-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=167578&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Two moms, two sons.</p>
<p>2. Pool party.</p>
<p>3. The evening progresses.</p>
<p>4. Lunch dates.</p>
<p>5. Eric and Christina move to the next level.</p>
<p>6. Tom and Alice reach a new understanding.</p>
<p>7. Eric spends the day with his mom.</p>
<p>8. Pool party redux.</p>
<p>9. The conclusion.</p>
Erotica Tags: Asian Milf, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Excessive Cum, Incest/Taboo,
Mother, Mother Son Incest, Mother Son Sex, Oral, Redhead
Average Rating: 4.63





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Ever Notice? Ch. 01

Ever Notice? Ch. 02

Ever Notice? Ch. 03

Ever Notice? Ch. 04

Ever Notice? Ch. 05

Ever Notice? Ch. 06

Ever Notice? Ch. 07

Ever Notice? Ch. 08

Ever Notice? Ch. 09




        Ever Notice? Ch. 01


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
CHAPTER ONE  
  
"Ever notice," Eric started to say, but paused. How to put this delicately?  
  
Tom looked at Eric expectantly, slowly dribbling the blue and white basketball
in his hands.  
  
"Have you ever noticed," he continued, "how every woman around here over the
age of thirty is smoking hot?"  
  
Tom squinted at Eric. He was a slight kid, a few inches shorter than Eric, but
lean and wiry and really quick. The score of the game was tied, even with Eric
being a little taller and a little stronger. Tom was half-Korean, with short
dark hair, blue eyes, and a golden complexion. He wore a Star Wars t-shirt
unironically, and spent most of his time playing computer games, but he had a
hoop in his driveway and knew how to use it.  
  
Tom was a bit of a nerd, but basically okay. He was also the only friend Eric
had made in his mother's neighborhood, and the only person he could talk to
about this sort of thing.  
  
Eric's mother Christina had gotten a new job as a vice-president at Xybochem,
forcing her to pick up stakes in North Dakota and move far west to her present
location. Although she had custody of Eric, and he was an adult at 18, she had
left him behind in the cold northern state to stay with relatives and finish
out his senior year of high school. Eric was grateful. He loved his Mom, and
missed her, but he didn't want to leave all his friends behind or start over
at a new school in his final year. He had plans to go to NDSU with his best
friend Matt, too.  
  
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't fly out to visit his Mom during spring
vacation. It was a totally square thing to do, but he hadn't seen her since
Christmas, and it honestly was weird not having her around. Staying with Aunt
Stacy and Uncle Ralph was fine, they took good care of him and he helped out
around the house, but it wasn't the same.  
  
Although nothing was the same anymore, nor could he expect it to be. His Mom's
new house dwarfed the old North Dakota homestead, and even sported a back
patio and a pool. Plus the weather was nice enough to use it almost year
'round, a far cry from what Eric was used to. That wasn't the only adjustment.  
  
Since moving out west, Eric's Mom Christina had been on a total health kick,
working out, eating better, the whole nine yards. She'd lost a ton of weight,
looked fit and spectacular, and seemed to be dressing in really skimpy clothes
all the time. T-shirts that were a couple sizes too small, that molded closely
to the thrusting curves of her large breasts. Shorts that were really too
small, too, exposing long, smoothly muscled legs. That was during the weekend,
when Eric first arrived, and after work on weekdays. At night it got even
weirder. Christina would go upstairs and change into some kind of negligee,
brightly colored and virtually see-through, then loosely wrap herself in a
housecoat and come back downstairs to give Eric a chaste kiss goodnight.  
  
In fact, the night previous, a Tuesday, while Eric had studiously attempted to
focus on the television and ignore the barely hidden pulchritude of his
mother, she had stepped in front of him, bent at the waist, and pressed her
lips against his forehead. He barely heard her "Good night, sweetie," as his
eyes had been instinctively drawn to the acre of deep, inviting cleavage she
displayed, and the way her huge, heavy breasts had swung deliciously with her
movements.  
  
Eric wasn't going to share any of this with Tom, his new friend, who himself
had a gorgeous mother, but he felt he could safely talk about generalities.
Like, on Sunday he went grocery shopping with his mom. It was his first real
exposure to the town after flying in on Saturday morning, and his teenage
hormones were thunderstruck by the unending array of beautiful, sexy, well-
built older women all over the place. Eric felt like he'd stumbled across the
Lost Valley of Retired Playmates. He was 99% sure that he actually saw Kara
Kleavage, the porn star, in the vegetable aisle.  
  
It wasn't that girls Eric's age weren't around, or weren't attractive, it was
more like you'd expect them to be so, while the older ladies back in Eric's
hometown tended to look more like middle-aged ladies were supposed to look --
heavy-set, beaten down by life, planning their husband's murders.  
  
Maybe it was just a west coast thing, maybe there was something in the water.
He had to talk to somebody about it, and Tom was pretty much the only somebody
he knew.  
  
Tom was smirking now, a knowing look in his eyes. "Yeah," he said, still
bouncing the basketball. "I've noticed. Hard not to. Half the teachers in my
school are MILFs, all my friend's moms are total knockouts. I think Xybochem
leaked some kind of hormone into the local water supply. My theory is that
it's dormant in their teens, but goes into action the closer women get to
menopause."  
  
Eric looked at Tom for a moment. He didn't know Tom too well, but... He
knocked the basketball out of Tom's hand and darted past him for a lay up.
"You're fucking with me."  
  
Tom laughed. "Yeah, I'm fucking with you. It's not that weird. I bet you're
just horny, being away from all those cows in North Dakota, and your mind is
playing tricks on you."  
  
"We don't fuck cows in North Dakota," Eric said. "That's more of a South
Dakota pastime."  
  
Tom laughed, accepting the basketball that Eric sent spinning towards him. "I
have been woefully misinformed." He mimed rushing the basket then twisted into
a three point shot that bounced harmlessly off the rim. "Shit!"  
  
Eric rebounded, went back to the end of the driveway, dribbling. He was horny,
he had to admit, at least to himself. He'd broken up with his girlfriend at
the end of January, and of course the way his Mom was acting wasn't helping
him any.  
  
"Now," Tom said, "Christina is pretty hot." He mimed Eric's mother's
measurements with two hands, making a perfect hourglass. "She fits in around
here, for sure."  
  
Eric felt his face flush. Dudes just didn't talk about other dudes' moms like
that, back where he came from. He also felt a stab of guilt for totally
agreeing with Tom. He bounced the basketball more aggressively and moved down
the driveway towards the basket.  
  
"You would know, I guess," Eric said with a little anger. "Your mom looks like
a porn star."  
  
Eric expected anger, or even a raised fist. Instead, Tom laughed, almost
knowingly. "A supermodel, let's say," Tom corrected. "You should see her in a
bikini. Your eyes would pop out of your head. My mom could be on the cover of
the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. She's way hotter than that chick who
was on it this year."  
  
Eric lost track of the ball, utterly shocked. Tom, unphased, scooped up the
ball and went in for an easy two points. He caught the rebound and whirled
around, expecting to find Eric right behind him. Instead, Eric stood where Tom
had left him.  
  
"You okay?" Tom asked. No mockery in his voice, just genuine concern.  
  
Eric couldn't guess what his expression looked like, but he could feel the
blood in his cheeks and knew he must have looked like an idiot. "No, I, um,
all of a sudden, I don't feel so hot. I think I'll head back to my Mom's
place."  
  
"You sure? Maybe you just need a bottle of water. There's aspirin if you need
it, too. We could play XBOX or something."  
  
"No, I'm just gonna take off. Thanks, though." Eric's tongue felt numb. It was
all he could do mouth the words. He turned and stumbled out of Tom's driveway
and began the long walk back to his Mom's house.  
  
Culture shock. That's all it had to be. It was just weird hearing a son talk
the way Tom had just talked about his mother. Not that he'd been exaggerating.
Alice Park was a gorgeous woman. Korean-American, dark hair shot through with
red and gold highlights, golden skin, dark eyes, full lips, high cheekbones.
She could have been a model, as Tom said. But she was built like a porn star,
as Eric claimed. Alice's own t-shirts and short shorts displayed a curvy body
that decried the stereotype of petite Asian women.  
  
Eric put his hand in front of his face. Tom probably thought he was some kind
of loser. Alice was indeed an attractive woman. Was it really that odd for her
own son to admit that fact? Just because it never happened back in North
Dakota... well, it probably never happened for a reason. Eric's Mom had been
the prettiest mother on the block when he was growing up, but even back home
she couldn't have held a candle to Alice. In her new digs, Christina had
certainly blossomed, and now Eric would be hard pressed to admit which of the
two was the hotter. Probably Alice, just to be safe, to keep from
inappropriate thoughts that had been popping up all too commonly of late.  
  
Christina and the Parks lived in a remote, hilly section of town, and it was
practically a half mile between the homes. That gave Eric a lot of time to
think, and though his brain ping-ponged back and forth, by the time he reached
his mother's front door, he had convinced himself that he had overreacted,
that his own confusion from the last few days had made him think crazy things,
and that he would probably have to apologize to Tom the next time he saw him.  
  
Eric went into the house, plopped on the living room sofa, and turned on the
television to veg out for a while.  
  
*  
  
Tom watched Eric leave, a curious smile on his lips. The poor guy had no idea
what was going on. He almost felt sorry for Eric, but he had a pretty good
idea of how things would turn up, so didn't feel too badly. Tom could tell
that his frankness had shaken the other boy, but he'd also been entirely
honest with Eric.  
  
Tom bounced the basketball idly, then went into his own house, dumping the
ball in the bin by the back door. He threw on his XBOX and blew up aliens for
a while. He kept a close eye on the clock, though, and when 5:15 rolled
around, he shut down the game and went up to his room. He stripped out of his
sweat stained clothes and padded into his bathroom.  
  
Tom turned on the shower and let the heat rise in the room. He brushed his
teeth before sliding the glass door aside and stepping under the spray. He
scrubbed himself thoroughly, working up a considerable lather, before he heard
a loud knock at the door. Tom smirked to himself.  
  
Having announced her presence, Alice Park glided into the room. "Is Eric
around?" she asked.  
  
"He left hours ago, Mom," Tom said. His smirk widened. Between his legs, his
freshly scrubbed cock began to thicken and grow. He swiped his palm across the
glass, clearing the fog from the heated air.  
  
Alice smiled broadly and shucked off her suit jacket. "Oh, good," she said. "I
see my baby boy got all clean for Mommy."  
  
Tom watched in open admiration as his mother kicked off her heels, and quickly
divested herself of her outer garments, a charcoal gray business suit that
looked better on the floor than on her, somehow. She stood for a moment on the
bathroom tiles barefoot, clad only in a burgundy colored bra and panty set.
She reached up to remove her hairclip, and let her long, dark, colorfully
highlighted locks spill around her shoulders.  
  
Tom swept one hand across the glass to clear it once more, while his other
hand slid up and down his turgid cock without any urgency.  
  
Alice smiled and pursed her lips coquettishly at her son. She quickly whipped
off her bra and yanked the panties down her legs, revealing her glorious,
gorgeous nude form. Tom drank in the sight of his naked mother; her high,
proud, full breasts tipped with dark suckable nipples; her narrow waist and
flaring hips; the lush convexity of her springy backside; the neatly trimmed
patch of hair above her dewy cleft.  
  
The shower door slid open and Alice slithered in beside Tom. She groaned
appreciatively as the hot spray from the showerhead anointed her sore and
tired muscles. She pressed her plush form against her son, sighing
appreciatively as his hardness thrust against her slightly rounded belly.  
  
Alice's lips pressed against Tom's, and he instinctively parted his, letting
his mother's tongue dart between them to taste him, and duel with his own
tongue.  
  
"It's so good to be home with my big, strong man," Alice cooed. Tom's arms
slithered around his mother's waist and his hands cupped her buttocks, giving
them a squeeze. Alice hissed and ground her pelvis against his.  
  
"I missed you too, Mom," Tom said. He kissed her throat and trailed his tongue
upwards to catch an earlobe, but quickly retreated when he tasted an earring.  
  
"Sorry," Alice giggled. She sounded like a school girl, not a 38 year old
professional woman with a mortgage and an 18 year old son. "I guess I was a
little eager to get some hot lovin' from my little boy," she said with another
giggle.  
  
"That's okay, Mom," Tom said. "There's plenty other places I want to put my
lips."  
  
"Oh my. Such as?"  
  
Tom cupped his mother's large breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples with his
thumbs. She sighed happily as Tom lowered his head and traced her collarbone
with his tongue. His lips pressed against the top of her left tit, and he
kissed and licked his way down the slope to her nipple, which he captured
between his teeth and nipped delicately. His other hand cupped and kneaded her
other breast, paying special attention to the thick, rubbery engorged nipple.
As Tom's lips closed around her breast and he began to suck, Alice's breaths
came quicker.  
  
She reached between them to wrap both hands around Tom's large, rigid cock.
Her slim fingers caressed his hot, hard flesh with familiar precision, both
hands sweeping from top to bottom slowly, sensuously. Her thumb caressed the
mushroom head, urging the generation of precum, and as it poured out onto his
cock and her fingers, she used the slippery liquid to coat his cock from tip
to root.  
  
The shower water pounded against Tom's back, some of it around him to splatter
Alice as well. As she manipulated his cock and allowed her son to suckle her
delectable breasts, she began to maneuver the both of them around, so that she
stood beneath the spray. It took a little bit of coordination, but they pulled
it off. Alice dipped her head back, and, releasing her son's cock for a
moment, soaked her long mane of hair and swept it back.  
  
She felt her son's hand cup her sex, and one of his long expressive fingers
caressed her nether lips, just lightly touching her, teasing her, just the way
she liked it.  
  
Alice grabbed Tom's cock with both hands once more and levered the weapon
towards her. The head brushed up against her drooling pussy. They were about
the same height, but this was never a good angle for the two of them. Still,
she liked dragging his cockhead across her engorged clit and feeling the thick
head part her lips as it slid across them.  
  
Tom had not yet released her breasts. Sucking, caressing, licking, kissing --
he even wedged his head into her cleavage and pressed her tits against his
cheeks. Her son loved her tits, and always had. But he was going to leave a
hickey somewhere if she wasn't careful, so she released his dick and gently
pushed him away.  
  
Tom lifted his head, a slightly dazed and intensely aroused look on his face.
He was so damn cute, sometimes. Cute and sexy.  
  
Alice slid down to her knees. The water streamed over her head, spraying Tom's
chest. It flowed down across his abdomen and dripped down his thighs and off
the tip of his cock as Alice levered it downwards. It felt like rain falling
above her, only a little bit spraying her head and allowing streams of water
to wash across her cheeks, back and breasts.  
  
Tom watched his mother kneel and instinctively gripped her shoulders. The
spray of water slightly obscured his vision, but he didn't want to let go and
adjust the volume. He felt his mother's hand angle his cock downward, and then
a warm wetness enveloped the end of his cock. He felt her tongue lash his
cockhead. He spurted streamers of precum, and she lapped it up. Slowly and
sensuously she devoured him, sucking him deep into her mouth. Her tongue
caressed the bottom of his cock, while her cheeks hollowed around his girth.
He felt her throat close in around him as he slid deeper and deeper, and at
last her nose pressed against his abdomen, above the small patch of trimmed
pubic hair that he possessed.  
  
"Fuck, Mom, you give the best blowjobs," Tom gasped. His mother held him there
for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, before
a loud slurping sound, audible even above the roar of the water, echoed in the
shower, signaled that she had released him. He felt more than saw her taking a
few deep, gasping breaths and wondered briefly how she was breathing at all
between his cock and the flow of water, and then she swallowed him again and
he forgot everything but the feeling of being deep inside his own gorgeous
mother's throat.  
  
He thrust his hips slowly, gently, fucking her face, and she took him gladly.
Twice more she swallowed him whole, before releasing all but the head and
first few inches. Her hand gripped him lightly, stroking insistently, while
her lips and teeth and tongue held the rest of him imprisoned and caressed
him. Her other hand cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm, offering
gentle squeezes that urged along his orgasm.  
  
It didn't take long. It never did, honestly, and who could blame Tom? His
mother was hot as a firecracker, and as skilled as a whore. He was just lucky
that she preferred using him to satisfy her raging libido rather than a string
of potential new dads. Or worse, the football team at school.  
  
Weirdly, it was the thought of his mother being gangbanged by the football
team that set him off. The image of his mother laid across a locker room bench
covered in a layer of teenage cum triggered an intense and guilty climax.
Tom's orgasm exploded out of him, coating his mother's mouth with streamers of
thick, creamy cum. She let all but his cockhead slide out from between her
lips as his weapon shuddered and shook and spat its first load into her mouth.
She gulped eagerly, swallowing his semen with gusto, and eventually the flood
subsided. She let the last few ribbons, just as thick as the first, spray
across her tits, but they were almost instantly washed away.  
  
Alice rose to her feet, swallowing and purring like a contented cat. "You
taste so sweet, Tommy boy," she said. Alice licked her lips and kissed Tom
passionately. He tasted his own cum on her tongue, but didn't mind. He was
used to it by now.  
  
Alice's hands never left her son's member, and his hardness never flagged,
either. That he could cum so much and so often was probably the key to keeping
his mother satisfied. The flipside, of course, was that he was glad he had a
lover who could keep up with him. His previous girlfriends, teenagers all, had
never put out as often or as well as he wanted.  
  
They had both hit the jackpot when Alice decided to seduce her son, shortly
after his eighteenth birthday. Six months had gone by, and though she emptied
his balls daily, often several times a day in fact, she was yet to drain him
completely. Not that Alice hadn't tried, or that Tom hadn't let her. They were
both simply insatiable.  
  
Even now, Alice was twisting and bending in the confined space of the shower
stall. She spread her arms across the glass door, mashing her big, pendulous
breasts against the frosted glass, arched her back and raised up on the balls
of her feet. Her full, curving ass rose upward. Tom grabbed it with both hands
and squeezed her cheeks, pulling them apart to let her asshole wink at him.  
  
Alice reached between her legs to grab Tom's swaying cock and aim it towards
her pussy. Over her shoulder she said, "Now its Mommy's turn. I want my son's
thick, juicy cock deep inside me, and I want you to fuck me until I beg you to
stop."  

Tom smirked. "Whatever you say, Mom."  
  
Tom eased his hips forward and his cock slid between his mother's pussy lips.
They gripped him tight, sucking him inside. Heat and moisture soaked into his
sensitive flesh. Her folds parted as he drove forward, plumbing her depths.
Alice moaned long and loud as each inch slid deeper.  
  
Tom groaned himself as his mother gripped him tight. His abdomen bumped up
against the globes of her ass. Tom held himself there for a long moment,
savoring the feeling of being inside his own mother. But she, impatient,
hitched her hips back at him, and he responded automatically. Tom slid halfway
out and slammed home. His mother's large tits flattened against the glass and
she released a loud cry. Grunting, Tom began to fuck her savagely.  
  
Alice's lush ass rippled as her son plundered her pussy, ramming into her
again and again and again. Her fluids sloshed and leaked out of her, dripping
down the length of his cock and splashing his swinging balls.  
  
"That's it, baby," Alice said breathlessly. "Fuck Mommy, fuck me hard." Tom
complied. He wrapped his long fingered hands around her narrow waist and
slammed into her repeatedly. Alice arched her back and pushed back at Tom,
urging him along with words and actions.  
  
Alice looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed with lust, cheeks flushed, full
lips parted. "You make Mommy's pussy so wet, baby, you're so big and hard for
Mommy, you fill Mommy so full." Tom grunted. He liked the dirty talk, but he
didn't have the breath to chime in. He concentrated on his hips, slamming
forward and back, forward and back.  
  
The shower continued to spray their fucking bodies, coating them in a fine
sheen of water, which sluiced down their thrusting bodies. Alice wailed as she
suddenly began shaking and shuddering beneath Tom. Her pussy clamped down on
his hammering cock, tightening around his length, holding him imprisoned
within her heated depths. Her fluids soaked him as her orgasm thundered
through her plush frame. Alice's hands slid down the glass and her cheek
flattened against the shower door. Her eyelids fluttered.  
  
As she relaxed slightly, Tom started fucking her again. He slid out about
halfway and pounded forward. Alice's eyes shot open and she wailed. Tom
grunted and fucked his mother through another orgasm before he felt his own
release begin to build and build, and finally he unloaded deep within her
shuddering, gorgeous body.  
  
They both slid to the floor, still anointed by the water. Tom slid out, and
his thick creamy load began to drip from his mother's still shuddering pussy.
Alice twisted around and grabbed Tom's chin, pulling his lips to hers and
giving him a deep soul kiss.  
  
She released him finally, with one last salacious lick against his upper lip.
"We need to get dressed, baby. We're going out."




        Ever Notice? Ch. 02


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
  
  
  
The front door opened and Eric's mother Christina swirled into the house.
"Hello!" she called up the stairs.  
  
Eric peeked his head up over the sofa. "In here, Mom," he said.  
  
"Oh!" Christina said, laughing. "Sorry. I should have noticed the television
on." Christina stepped into the living room, giving her son a big, toothy
smile.  
  
Eric's mother had her short red hair pinned back. She had large blue eyes
which smiled at Eric, mirroring the scintillating grin parting her full ruby
red lips. She wore a gold necklace around her swanlike throat, bearing a small
amethyst. Christina wore a lavender blouse under a violet sweater vest that
molded to her curves, a long dark purple skirt, and leather boots. Her laptop
in its slim black case hung off of one shoulder, her designer purse around the
other, the strap snug within her cleavage. She set the laptop down by the hall
table and stepped into the living room.  
  
"How was your day, sweetie-bear?"  
  
Eric sat up straighter, his eyes unconsciously roving up and down his mother's
lush, curvy frame. Christina had lost a lot of weight since moving out west,
but had kept it in all the right places. Her chest was impressive, her waist
trim, her hips wide, her backside full and inviting. Basically, Eric's mom was
the total package: beautiful, built, compassionate, and caring.  
  
"It was okay," Eric allowed. "I went over to Tom's to shoot some hoops, but
spent most of the afternoon watching the TV."  
  
Christina leaned over the back of the sofa, as if unaware of the prominence
she gave her breasts, or they way they sort of thrust at Eric, each one almost
bigger than his head, their size and heft emphasized by the tightness of the
sweater and the strap of her purse. "You know," she said, "if you got up
before noon, you could drive me to work in the morning and have the use of the
car during the day." She paused, eyelids drooping slightly as she regarded
him. "You would have to pick me up, too."  
  
Eric grumbled. He didn't feel comfortable just wandering around town, looking
for something to do. Nor did hanging out at the mall appeal to him. Or, for
that matter, getting up early.  
  
"Its okay, Mom, I don't mind hanging out at the house. There's a pool, and Tom
is pretty cool to hang with."  
  
"Okay," Christina said, not sounding convinced. She stood up. "Speaking of Tom
and Alice, we are having them over for dinner this evening. I am going
upstairs to shower and change – would you get the grill going? There should be
some steaks in the fridge, and I'll whip up some veggies."  
  
"Sure, Mom," Eric said. He watched his mother disappear of the stairs, humming
to herself. Her ass twitched back and forth in that purple skirt with each
step.  
  
Eric shook his head slowly, trying to clear it of inappropriate thoughts. He
went into the kitchen, took out the steaks, and stopped. His mind whirled. His
mother was getting naked, up in her room, right this moment. Maybe she was
already in the shower. Maybe he'd missed the whole thing... and maybe he might
catch a glimpse of something. Anything.  
  
With a strange feeling in his head and an even stranger feeling in his gut,
Eric slipped out of the kitchen and hurried up the stairs, moving on the balls
of his feet, trying to be as quiet as possible. He padded down the hall,
thankful for the full carpet, towards his mother's room.  
  
He saw that the door was cracked open, just a few inches. Eric's heart
thundered in his chest. Slowly he approached the door. He could hear Christina
moving around in her room. A floorboard creaked under his foot and he froze,
silently cursing himself. But if his mother heard, she gave no sign.  
  
He waited a few seconds, but eager not to lose his chance, eased himself
across the intervening space to the cracked door. He stopped breathing.  
  
Christina stood by her vanity. The boots lay discarded a few feet away, along
with her knee length purple argyle socks. The skirt was in a puddle at her
feet, and the sweater was tossed across the bed, only a fraction of it in
Eric's field of vision.  
  
But his mother dominated his view. She still wore the blouse, shirt tails
obscuring her full matronly ass, but her pale, smooth legs were bare. As Eric
watched, Christina removed the barrettes from her hair and set it on the
table, and began removing her jewelry, which she placed carefully in their
appointed spaces on the vanity.  
  
Eric couldn't see the mirror, which he was grateful for, as it suggested that
his mother wouldn't be able to see him spying. But he could tell by her arm
movements that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Eric's eyes widened, pupils
dilating. He felt a tightness growing in his shorts.  
  
The collar lifted away and his mother lowered the blouse off her shoulders.
The fabric slid down her arms and fluttered to the floor. Her bra and panties
were purple as well, utilitarian, but damn sexy nonetheless. Eric admired the
way his mother's full ass filled her panties, how one pale cheek was mostly
exposed as the fabric had ridden up. He wanted her to turn, to show off those
tremendous breasts trapped within the purple prison, but he was afraid she
would see him if she did...  
  
...and then suddenly her hands were behind her, fumbling with the clasp of the
bra. Eric's heart stopped beating. His hand slid unconsciously under the
waistband of his shorts to lightly touch his hardness.  
  
There came a snap that echoed across the bedroom. The bra fell away from
Christina's chest, and now he DID wish he could see the mirror. He watched in
fascination as her hands slid down her belly and fluttered as they approached
her panties. He wondered what might happen next. Something in the curve of her
back, the set of her shoulders, told Eric that she was considering something.  
  
But then she turned. Eric retreated quickly, as quietly as possible, but even
so he saw a flash of a delicious pink nipple at the tip of the full curvature
of an immense and beautiful milky white breast. Just a glimpse, but it burned
itself into his retina, into his mind and memory. His cock squirted precum
into his boxers and he closed his eyes, savoring the glimpse, savoring the
moment.  
  
He heard his mother moving into her bathroom, sensed the door closing, and a
few moments later, heard the water start.  
  
Eric slunk away, back down the hall. He briefly considered ducking into his
room to jack off, but decided against it. He had to get those steaks cooking,
and he'd pushed his luck far enough already.  
  
Eric threw some salt and a little pepper on the steaks to season them, fired
up the grill, and threw the meat on the rack. He thought about the too brief
summers in North Dakota, and grilling in the backyard of the old house,
cooking for his mother and himself. He'd picked up the skill early, mostly on
his own, although his father did offer pointers now and then. Not that the old
man let Eric near his own grill, but one of the few things he was good for was
advice on cooking.  
  
He thought about the old man's offer, to work the summer at the hardware
store. Money in his pocket would be no mean thing, and he would need cash for
textbooks and such at college, but he knew his mother wanted him to spend the
summer out west with her. And that she could probably afford to pay for his
school books, too. But it would probably be a lonely summer, away from his
friends, in a foreign land. Maybe he should take the car at least one day on
his vacation, see the sights, get the lay of the land.  
  
The smell of cooking meat brought him back to himself. He was in danger of
burning something. Eric quickly got things under control.  
  
Just then the back door opened, and Christina glided on to the patio, carrying
a glass of juice in one hand and a beer in the other. Eric's eyes widened once
more as they drank in his mother's lovely form. She wore a pair of tiny khaki
shorts and a bight red bikini top, and aside from some wedge-heeled sandals,
nothing else.  
  
Eric's mouth dropped open automatically. Her short red hair, still damp from
the shower, was held up with a thick red headband. Her bikini was tiny, just
two small wedges of sheer fabric suspended by a few strips of string tied
behind Christina's neck and back. The suit offered no support, which caused
Christina's heavy breasts to swing freely on her chest. Her skin was flawless,
without flaw or blemish, creamy and perfect. Her breasts were large and
pendulous, milky white in color, beginning to shade to a ruddy pink as Eric's
gaze lingered. Eric knew that his mother was well endowed, but knowing that,
and seeing her breasts virtually naked, were quite different things. He was
literally stunned. His mother's matronly, full, massive breasts were the most
spectacular pair of tits he had ever seen, in real life or in pictures. They
were so spectacular that he couldn't help but think of them as "tits."  
  
Eric's brain suddenly stuttered back to life as his mother, blushing furiously
but smiling broadly, handed him the beer. He took it, wondering at her dress,
and wondering at the gesture. "Um, Mom...?"  
  
"You are the man of the house when you are here, sweetie-bear," Christina
said. "And with that role comes certain responsibilities," and here she
gestured at the grill, "as well as certain privileges, such as a beer every
now and then."  
  
She raised the juice to her lips and took a sip. Eric mimicked the gesture,
taking a long pull from the bottle of beer. He tried to keep his eyes on his
mother's face, but they kept drifting downward. She didn't protest, but she
did get redder. It was cute, actually, even if the whole situation left Eric
completely bewildered.  
  
Christina stepped up close to Eric and hugged him. The ice in her drink
clinked against the glass, and her huge breasts pressed and flattened against
his chest. He wished he wasn't wearing a shirt, wished he could feel her skin
against his own. Her subtle perfume enveloped him, something sweet and flowery
he couldn't identify, but was as familiar to him as his own scent. Eric
couldn't help the response between his legs, either, and hoped she couldn't
sense the sudden stiffness growing there.  
  
Christina's cheek touched his. "It's so nice to have you home with me," she
whispered huskily into his ear. "I've missed having my sweetie-bear around."
Eric felt her knee and thigh rub up against his own, lifting the bottom edge
of his loose athletic shorts. Unconsciously his free hand slid down her smooth
back and across her left buttock. He almost gripped and squeezed.  
  
Christina pulled back a bit. Her face was very close, her eyes looking
directly into his own. Eric could see himself reflected in those blue depths,
and he felt his mother's love for him. And something else, something
unfamiliar in her eyes, something primal and animal-like. Her lips hovered
only a few inches from his own, parted, her breath coming in short puffs that
tasted of the alcohol she mixed into her drink.  
  
They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing into one another's
eyes, breathing in the other's breath, arms locked around one another. Neither
one appeared willing to break the spell. Eric, out of sheer terror, and his
mother, out of reluctance, maybe, or something else, something he couldn't
quite define.  
  
Eric and his mother were brought crashing back down to Earth as the rumble of
a car engine echoed from the driveway. Christina released him suddenly,
stepping backward, eyes looking away from her son. That gave Eric another
moment to admire her swaying breasts in their tiny suit top.  
  
Car doors slammed, voices rose from around the side of the house, and a moment
later, Tom and Alice appeared. Christina swirled past Eric and the grill to
welcome their guests.  
  
Eric felt a sudden fierce stab of jealousy when he saw Tom clearly checking
his mother out, with that insufferable smirk of his, but he quickly quashed it
when he found himself doing the same to Mrs. Park.  
  
Tom had changed into another Star Wars t-shirt and blue swim trunks and flip
flops. Blue-tinted sunglasses were up on his head, not hiding where his eyes
were going. Tom had a towel in one hand and a paper bag with a loaf of bread
in the other.  
  
Mrs. Park – Alice, she'd told Eric to call her – wore a thigh length, loosely
belted orange robe, almost see-through, and under that an abbreviated red and
orange string bikini that looked as delicate as spider silk. Like Christina's,
the top was just a pair of tiny triangles covering her nipples, exposing
almost the entirety of Alice's own large and delectable, golden breasts. She
had a smooth belly, narrow waist, and tiny bottoms that fit snugly between her
thighs. Eric tried not to stare, but he was sure he saw camel toe. Alice's
long, sultry legs were bare, and she wore a golden anklet around her left
ankle, and strappy high heeled sandals that made her look slightly taller than
her son. Thick black sunglasses like insect eyes covered half her face, but
she smiled broadly at Christina and held her arms out.  
  
The two busty women embraced briefly. Tom and Eric stopped breathing to admire
the sight. Alice seemed to whisper something to Christina, who answered only
with a small smile.  
  
"Well hello there, Eric," Alice said, heels clicking on the patio. "Nice to
see you again."  
  
"You too, Mrs. Park," Eric said, but when her full lips twisted into a frown,
he quickly amended "Alice," which earned him a smile.  
  
Alice flipped her sunglasses up, holding her long hair back from her face.
"Sorry we're late, we stopped at the store to grab a few things."  
  
"Oh, you didn't have to do that," Christina said. She took the bread, however,
as well as whatever was in the bag Alice carried, and the two sexy mothers
sauntered into the house.  
  
Both sons watched them go, neither saying a word. When the back door clicked
shut, Tom turned to Eric and said, "See what I mean?"  
  
Eric could only think of the way his mother's full tits felt against his
chest. "Yeah," he said softly.  
  
There was a long pause. "So," Tom said, "hey, you have another one of those
for me?" He pointed at the beer.  
  
Eric shrugged. "I don't know." He turned to the grill to look after the meat.  
  
Tom watched him, a little puzzled. "You okay, man? You look a little spacey."  
  
"Do I?" Eric mumbled. Something in his brain clicked. He blinked, almost shook
himself. He looked directly at Tom, focusing on him. "Sorry. Weird day. When
my mom comes back out, I'll ask if you can have a beer too. I bet it will be
okay."  
  
Tom nodded. "Cool."  
  
As it turned out, it was okay. Christina and Alice reappeared shortly with
sliced bread, butter, a spinach salad, some zucchini which Eric threw on the
grill, a bottle of wine, glasses, and a beer for Tom. Everyone hovered around
the grill and the picnic table while Eric cooked.  
  
Tom sat down at the table, and a few minutes later Alice followed suit,
settling in very close to her son. Christina poured Alice a glass of wine,
sipped from her glass of doctored juice, and disappeared back into the house a
few times, always returning with something. Plates, utensils, napkins, salt
and pepper.  
  
Eric checked the steaks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tom wrap an arm
around Alice's waist. Tom's hand settled on his mother's hip, his long
fingered hands touching her exposed thigh. Eric watched as Tom's fingertips
brushed lightly across his mother's skin in concentric circles.  
  
Eric quickly turned back to the grill as the implication of Tom's action hit
him like a ton of bricks.  
  
"Steaks are done," Eric said. His voice shook a little. "I did yours medium
rare," he said to Tom and Alice, "not sure what you would have preferred." His
own was rare and bloody, while Christina's was well done, the way his mother
preferred.  
  
"Oh, perfect," Alice said, "thank you." Tom looked about to say something, but
his mother squeezed his thigh and he shut his mouth.  
  
Christina beamed at her son. The table was laid, and everyone dug in with
gusto. Eric sat across from Alice, while Christina settled in next to him,
rather close. She patted his own thigh, her fingertips grazing his bare knee.  
  
Alice and Christina dominated the conversation, talking about work. It bored
Eric, but on the other hand, he was able to sneak looks at the delectable
cleavage of two gorgeous cougars. And the way Alice's big tits bounced when
she laughed, or how his mother's breasts swung back and forth as she cut into
her meat.  
  
Tom seemed similarly engaged. Eric and he met looks across the table. Tom had
that insufferable smirk on his face. Eric wasn't sure what expression he was
wearing, but he was sure he looked confused. He felt off-kilter, uncertain,
like he was standing on thin ice. The wrong step would send him into a cold
plunge. The beer wasn't helping. He was on his second bottle, and he'd started
drinking on an empty stomach.  
  
Occasionally as she ate, Christina's free hand would drop onto Eric's leg. The
second or third time, her hand began to lightly run up and down his thigh.
Eric could have moved the hand, could have shifted his seat, but he didn't. He
sat there and ate his meal and enjoyed it.  
  
When dinner was done, Christina stood up to clean up plates. Her tits
practically fell out of her top, and they swung into Eric's shoulder as she
reached across him to take his plate. Alice stood as well, made as if to help,
but Christina waved her off. "Eric will help, you two are guests. Go enjoy the
pool, we won't be long."  
  
Tom acquiesced quickly, stripping off his shirt and kicking off his flip-
flops. "Shouldn't you wait an hour, Thomas?" Alice said, but he ignored her
and bounded into the pool. He leapt in with a huge splash. Alice shook her
head, smiled at Eric and Christina, and moved to follow.  
  
Alice took her wineglass with her after filling it, and sauntered over to the
pool. She slipped off her barely modest robe, kicked off her shoes, and began
to walk down the steps into the water. She gave a little shiver as the water
rose over her calves that made certain parts of her anatomy do amazing things.  
  
"Enjoying the view, Eric?" Christina said into his ear. Eric blushed, blinked
and turned towards her, only to realize she was bending over again, her huge,
heavy breasts hanging off her chest, swaying slightly.  
  
"Urk," he said. Or maybe he said something less intelligent.  
  
Christina giggled, and flicked the end of his nose with her forefinger. She
straightened. "Help me bring these into the house."  
  
Eric quickly complied, helping to clear the table and bring everything into
the house. When the sink was filled with plates and the leftovers stored in
the fridge, the two of them stood in the middle of the kitchen. Through the
window over the sink, the two of them could see Tom and Alice frolicking in
the pool.  
  
"We were interrupted earlier," Christina said, looking very serious. And very
beautiful. She stood very close to Eric, close enough that her scent filled
his nostrils. The hairs on his arms stood on end, and the hairs on the back
his neck followed. Christina stepped closer.  
  
Eric tasted the wine on her breath before he tasted the wine on her lips. Her
full lips pressed against his, lightly, then gradually with more force. Her
mouth opened slightly, the tip of her tongue probed against his lips, and he
let his own mouth open, his own tongue reach out, tasting her, feeling her.
Her tongue retreated, and his tongue followed, into her mouth, to twist and
wrestle and play.  
  
Eric's hands touched Christina's bare lower back and slid lower, cupping her
large, luscious ass. His mind whirled. He felt light-headed, and more drunk
than two beers should make him. What was happening to him?  

Outside in the pool, Alice had walked out to about waist depth, wrapping her
arms beneath her breasts and shivering. Her nipples made hard dents in the
thin fabric of her bikini top. She watched her son splash around in the deep
end, sipping her drink.  
  
Alice looked over her shoulder. The sun glinted off the kitchen windows, but
she could still just about make out two silhouettes standing very close
together. She smiled, and if her smile looked a little bit like her son's
smirk, that could hardly be surprising. Everything appeared to be going
according to plan. Alice pulled her sunglasses off her head and situated them
on her nose. She pointed at her son and crooked a finger at him.  
  
Tom smiled, ducked under the water, and came up right in front of Alice. He
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely on the lips. He loved
seeing her in an abbreviated bikini; it was his favorite look. Alice held her
drink out with one hand and grabbed her son's hard, muscular ass with the
other.  
  
Alice pushed her tits against Tom's naked chest, loving the feel of his slick
skin against her own. She shivered in his arms, more with lust than coldness,
and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Why the fates had decreed that the
perfect lover for her would turn out to be her own son, she could not even
begin to fathom. But it was true. He was willfully terrible at school, never
picked up after himself, and had terrible taste in films, but he could fuck
like a volcano, and he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her pussy, night
after night. He was tireless, and his balls were always full with delicious,
creamy cum.  
  
Tom suddenly released her, leaving Alice momentarily confused. But as he
ducked away under the water, he nodded behind her. Alice turned, big tits
swinging, hard nipples pointing like divining rods, and saw Christina and Eric
stepping out of the house onto the patio. Behind her sunglasses, Alice
examined the duo closely, and liked what she saw.  
  
Christina's pale skin was flushed and she was beaming. Eric had color in his
cheeks as well, but he looked more uncertain than happy. Poor little baby was
so confused, but he wouldn't be for long, if Christina kept up the heat.  
  
Alice sipped her wine.  
  
Up on deck, Eric stood on shaky legs. He felt like he might float away if he
didn't concentrate on keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground. He could
barely look at Alice or Tom, even though Alice was a total knockout in that
tiny red bikini, half-turned at the waist, drinking her wine, huge tits in
profile, big round ass lapped by the water.  
  
Christina unbuttoned the top of her shorts. The snap of the button echoed in
Eric's ears and drew his eyes like a laser beam to his mother. She bent
slightly at the waist and slowly slid the shorts downward. Her bikini bottoms
were tiny, not quite a thong, but not much larger than one, tied at each hip,
showing off acres of full, matronly ass. The shorts slid down Christina's long
legs to pool at her feet, and she stepped daintily out of them, somehow not
getting her sandals caught at all. Then she bent over, putting that big,
beautiful, curvy butt high in the air, unstrapped her sandals, and slid them
off her feet. She looked over her shoulder at Eric as she straightened,
smiling broadly, knowing where his eyes had been. Where his hands wanted to
be.  
  
Hips swinging provocatively, Christina walked to the pool, down the steps and
into the water. She shivered melodramatically, and claimed loudly that she
needed to monitor the temperature more closely. "I'm not used to owning a
pool," she said.  
  
Eric followed like a sleepwalker. He tugged his t-shirt off and threw it on
the ground. He watched Alice and Christina standing in the shallow end,
talking. Two busty mothers in tiny suits, looking damn hot and damn fine. Why
did one of them have to be Eric's mother?




        Ever Notice? Ch. 03


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
  
  
Alice and Tom left as the sun began to set, wrapped up in towels, thanking
Christina and Eric profusely. Christina gave Alice another embrace before the
other woman left, and went into the house. Eric cleaned the grill, checked the
temp on the pool, and puttered around in the backyard. He didn't want to go
into the house, not right away. He didn't know what might happen. He wasn't
sure what to expect.  
  
Eventually, he couldn't put it off any longer. Eric wandered through the
house, but found no sign of his mother, until he came to her bedroom door,
which was closed. Feeling simultaneously relieved and disappointed, Eric
retired to his own room. The space was relatively spare and bare. Most of his
things were still in boxes, only a fraction of what he owned on display at his
aunt and uncle's place in North Dakota, and of course none of it had made the
trek out west with him.  
  
Still, he had headphones and music. He stretched out on the bed and tried to
veg a little listening to music.  
  
Neither Alice nor Tom felt any of the ambivalence that plagued Eric. It was a
short drive back to their residence, but Alice insisted on driving. The boy
had only drunk two beers, but she wasn't going to let him behind a wheel after
that. Even if she would have preferred sitting beside him and nursing on his
thick, teenage cock rather than driving herself. Alice compromised by keeping
her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, and the other caressing her son's
massive hard-on through his swim trunks. His hot, hard, young prick jumped and
throbbed beneath her palm as she ran her hand up and down its considerable
length.  
  
Tom shifted in his seat, going mad with desire. His breath came in quick,
sharp gasps, and he thrust his hips up into his mother's hand, urging her
movements.  
  
Alice chuckled low in her throat, pulled the car into her driveway, and
released her son. Tom groaned. "C'mon Mom, finish me off," he whined.  
  
"Not in the driveway," Alice said. "Besides, Mommy needs your mouth between
her legs." She was boiling hot, thinking of what might be happening just down
the road between Christina and her young hunk of a son. Alice hopped out of
the car and hurried on shaky legs into the house. Tom followed awkwardly after
her, adjusting his thick member in order to walk with anything approaching
speed.  
  
As soon as she was through the front door, Alice whipped off her towel and
threw it aside. Her bikini bottoms whisked down her long golden legs with
similar speed. She turned around and stepped back as Tom shut the door behind
him. With a sexy, sultry smile Alice settled back onto the third step of the
second floor staircase and spread her legs.  
  
"Come kiss your mother," Alice said, beckoning Tom with a curled finger.  
  
Tom grinned hugely. He shucked his shirt off and threw his own towel on the
floor beside Alice's. He sank to his knees before her, licking his lips. He
left a trail of butterfly kisses along her inner thighs, which made her
muscles bunch and jump in anticipation.  
  
Alice moaned as her son gently kissed the little bud of her clitoris. Just
lightly, so lightly, but so deliciously. She threw her head back, and her long
dark hair fell in silky strands upon the steps. Tom's tongue eased out from
between his lips and flicked her button, lightly again, but it felt like an
electric jolt to Alice. His tongue slid downward, parting her nether lips,
slurping up the copious juices sluicing from her love-wound.  
  
Tom's nose settled into the neatly trimmed patch of fuzz on her pubic mound as
his tongue speared her pussy and began to lash its way through her warm,
moist, pink folds. His mouth sucked against her. His teeth nipped at her pussy
lips. He swirled his tongue, lapped up her juices, and dove again and again
into her honeypot.  
  
Alice's hips flexed, pushing her pussy into her son's face. Her fluids coated
his lips and chin. Her hands feathered through his short dark hair. She
grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy, hard.
Tom gurgled, but his eyes laughed, and his mouth kissed her pussy deeply,
thoroughly. He swept his tongue up through her folds and glanced across her
love button again. Alice shivered in ecstasy.  
  
He flicked her clit once, twice, three times more. Alice yowled. Tom went back
to eating her out, slurping noisily as his tongue swept through her most
sensitive, vulnerable areas. He was an artist with that tongue. She had
trained him well, and he knew where to drill the tip of his tongue, when to
flatten it and where to give her a broad lick, where to twist it and lap at
her.  
  
No lover she had ever had could match her son's devotion. She gave birth to
him, raised him, and indoctrinated him into the arts of love, and her son's
natural love and adoration for his mother had informed his training. He was
eager to please, eager to make her happy, make her feel good, because he
honestly, truly loved her, in that special way that a son loves his mother.
And she rewarded his devotion with her own special skills.  
  
Tom teased her clitoris again, longer this time, and not just with his tongue.
The tip of his tongue flicked her clit, but then his lips wrapped around it
and he gave a few delicate, playful sucks that had Alice mewling and gripping
the back of his head hard enough that she was afraid she'd drew blood. Tom
offered no complaint, but he did relent a little, returning to her weeping
pussy.  
  
Alice felt her climax fast approaching. His tongue wasn't long enough to reach
her g-spot, but that didn't keep Tom from trying, and the stimulation on her
clit was plenty. With a subtle push of her fingertips, she indicated what she
wanted. Tom's eyes laughed again as he shifted upward once more, and his
tongue and teeth and lips murdered her clit. It only took a little bit more
stimulation from his talented mouth to set his mother off.  
  
Alice wailed as her orgasm exploded up through her system, like a jolt of pure
electricity generated by her clit, washing through her entire system. Head
back, lips parted, huge tits wobbling in her bikini top on her chest with
nipples hard as diamonds, her long legs wrapped around her son's shoulders,
heels pressing hard into his back, hands digging deeply into his skull, Alice
came. She came hard. Shaking and shivering in unending ecstasy, as Tom
continued to love her with his mouth. A second orgasm followed close on the
first, and then a third, or maybe it was all one long, drawn out, exquisite
one. It seemed to go on forever.  
  
At last, she could take no more and pushed Tom away. More roughly than she
intended, but she had little strength left in her limbs, and she was gasping,
eyes unfocused, pussy weeping slick trails down her thighs and staining Tom's
chin and cheeks.  
  
He parted Alice's legs and lifted them off his shoulders. He sat back on his
haunches, breathing heavily himself. He licked his lips and plucked a pubic
hair off his cheek, which made Alice giggle. Tom smiled in response.  
  
When they both had caught their breath, Alice dragged him up her body and
kissed him fiercely on the lips, tasting her own tangy flavor. Tom slid his
trunks off his hips. His huge cock nudged against her vulnerable pussy, but
she couldn't handle having him inside there just yet.  
  
Alice slid down on the staircase. Wordlessly she guided him, urging him to
stand. She caught his engorged manhood in her slim fingers and jacked him
lightly. Precum leaked from the head, clear and slick and delicious looking.
The fluid coated her hands in seconds as she swept up and down his length,
using both hands to completely cover him. She rose up a little and adjusted
her shoulders, and slid her son's thick cock between her huge, bikini clad
tits. He speared her cleavage effortlessly, eased by the slickness of his own
precum. Alice released his cock, cupped her tits, and squeezed Tom's thick
cock between them.  
  
Tom hissed and gasped and started to fuck her tits, sawing his cock back and
forth. Alice's breasts shook with the impact of his thrusts, shivering
deliciously within the confines of her red bikini top. Her nipples made hard
indents in the small triangles of fabric. She slipped her fingers under the
cloth to tweak her own nipples while Tom hammered away at her.  
  
His dripping cockhead emerged from between her tits, first spearing her
throat, then colliding with her chin as she altered the angle of her neck. On
the next upswing, she had her lips in place, and she kissed his sensitive
cockhead. Tom groaned. She knew that sound. He wouldn't last much longer.  
  
"Oh yes, baby," Alice cooed. She urged him on, pausing momentarily to kiss his
cockhead as it emerged from her cleavage. "Your big hard cock looks beautiful
between Mommy's huge tits. Are your balls full of delicious, salty cum? Are
you going to give Mommy a big load? Are you going to paint Mommy's huge tits
with your cum? Mommy wants to see her big boy spray his juice all over her."  
  
Tom grunted again. His shoulders bunched. He reached down and put a hand on
either tit, crushing them between his hands and tightening her soft, pliant
flesh around his thrusting tool.  
  
"Here it comes, Mom," he groaned, thrusting hard. The first jet erupted from
his cock as it reached her chin, and the blast arced over her lips and nose,
leaving a slimy shining trail across her face. His hips shot backward and the
next blast coated the inside of her cleavage in a line all the way up to her
neck. Again and again he blasted her in thick creamy spurts of semen, and it
pooled and puddled in the hollow of her throat, between her tits, and across
her face. He wrenched himself free after a dozen spurts and then aimed his
erupting cannon at her bikini clad breasts, leaving shimmering trails across
her golden skin, the bikini fabric, and her hands. At last, spent, he pointed
his cock at her face and she swallowed the sensitive head between her lips,
sucking up the last few dollops of cream and swallowing them.  
  
Tom stepped backward, his chest coated with sweat, breathing heavily, and
admired his handiwork. Alice opened one eye, the other glued shut by a wad of
pearly white jizz, and looked down at the frosting of spunk across her tits.
She licked her lips, tasting his delicious cum, and began to slowly feed it to
herself on her fingertips.  
  
"Should have taken a picture," Tom grumbled. "You look so gorgeous covered in
my cum."  
  
"Maybe next time, baby," Alice cooed. She swallowed noisily and scooped more
cum off her right breast. She eyed her son's cock, slightly drooping but still
hard between his legs. "Speaking of which... head up to bed, baby. I'm going
to clean off and then you're going to fuck me. Sound like a plan?"  
  
Tom smirked. "Sounds like a plan, Mom."  
  
*  
  
Down the street, Eric had turned the light in his room down, stripped down to
his boxers, and slid under the sheets. He still had his headphones on,
listening to random songs on his iPod. He didn't hear the knock at his door,
and he started when it eased open and his mother poked her head through.  
  
"Are you awake, sweetie-bear?" she asked.  
  
Eric pulled his headphones off and sat up in bed, suddenly aware of his near
nudity. "Yeah, I'm up."  
  
"Do you mind if I come in?"  
  
Eric nodded automatically. "Sure, Mom. What's up?"  
  
She glided into the room with a smile. Eric's eyes widened. She had changed
into some silky kind of negligee, light blue in color, with a scooped bodice
that showed most of her breasts, and a short hemline that barely covered her
thighs. Her feet were encased in a kind of high-heeled slipper, which slapped
against the bottoms of her feet as she crossed the room. The twin dents at the
peak of her tits, and the way they swayed suggestively with each step, proved
she wore nothing underneath. Eric found himself wondering if she had any
panties on either, as a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Somehow, some way,
despite the fact that she had showed more skin at the pool, this was far
sexier than the bikini.  
  
Christina stepped purposely towards Eric and settled down on the edge of the
bed next to him, one bare thigh bent at his side, slipper half hanging sexily
off her foot; the other leg on the floor. She sat up straight, which put
Eric's head in line with her huge breasts, and he found himself staring
directly into the deep line of her cleavage.  
  
He started to shift, but Christina slid an arm around his shoulders, and he
found he couldn't adjust himself without pushing her away. As her large, soft,
right breast settled against his shoulder, he found his urge to retreat
dwindling.  
  
"I just wanted to check on you, honey," his mother said. "I know things are
moving... quickly, around here, and you might be having some strange
feelings."  
  
You have no idea, Eric thought. His eyes wandered across the bare slopes of
her breasts, admiring the contour of her flesh as it bulged against the fabric
of her clothes, and the way that fabric tented at the center of each tit. He
wondered what color her nipples were, whether they would be pink like her lips
or darker. The skin of her chest began to flush as Eric drank in the sight of
her. He felt his own cheeks growing hot, but couldn't look away. He was almost
hypnotized by her breathing, and the way her full breasts rose and fell with
each indrawn and exhaled breath.  
  
"I just want you to know that these feelings are natural. We've had to be
apart for a very long time recently, and for the first time since you were
born. We've both grown a little bit in that time, too. You into a very
handsome and sexy man, and me, into... well, I think you're aware of what I've
become."  
  
Christina's right hand squeezed Eric's shoulder, which had the effect of
pushing him slightly towards her, squashing her big boob harder into his other
shoulder. Her free hand rose into his eyeline, and she reached between her
tits to scratch at an itch with her forefinger, which just set both breasts
bouncing.  
  
"I also want you to know that these... natural... feelings... are not unique.
I've missed having my sweetie-bear around these past few months, and having
you here with me now has awakened something inside me that... well, I'm not
sure I can fully control."  
  
She paused. Her hand touched his chin, drawing his eyes finally up into her
face. Her blue eyes were wide, innocent. Eric noticed for the first time the
blue eyeshadow and faint glimmer of lipstick, as well as the way her loose red
hair framed her beautiful face. "Does that scare you, baby?" Christina asked.
Her voice was a breathy whisper.  
  
Eric didn't trust himself to speak. He simply nodded.  
  
"That's okay," his mother said. "It scares me a little, too. But I find myself
more than a little... excited, too." Her eyes left Eric's, and he followed her
gaze. A prodigious bulge tented the sheets between his legs. Eric blushed even
more furiously, embarrassed by the raging erection that pushed hard against
his covers.  
  
His mother smiled slyly. "I see it excites you a little, too." She placed a
finger against his cheek and turned his head back to her. Her lips descended
towards his, brushing them lightly. Her hand slid down his bare chest and
under the sheet. Her fingers lightly grazed the muscles of his abdomen.
Despite himself, Eric felt his cock twitch.  
  
"Do you want Mommy to help you with that?" Christina whispered hotly to him.
Eric whimpered. His cock was so hard he felt like it might snap off.
Christina's smile broadened. Her hand slid lower.  
  
And then he felt her fingers on the outside of his boxers, tracing the outline
of his massive prick. Christina's eyes widened a little. "OH!" she said. "So
big for Mommy."  
  
Her slim, warm fingers snaked into the opening of his shorts, and he felt her
wrap them around his thickness. His cock jumped again, squirting a dollop of
precum that was quickly soaked by his shorts. Working one handed, Christina
deftly lifted Eric's hardness out through the opening. Her bare fingers
wrapped lightly around his length, stroking him lightly. Eric moaned.  
  
"Does this feel good, sweetie-bear?"  
  
Eric grunted assent. He still couldn't talk. He was amazed that his mother
could.  
  
Christina flattened her hand against her son's cock, stretching three fingers
along him, her fingertips reaching for the base of his cock. The head of his
cock squirted precum into her palm. The spongy head pushed against her hand,
almost flattening as Eric thrust his hips against her hand, and his prick into
her palm. Christina cooed in Eric's ear. "That's right baby, that's right,
just like that."  
  
She pressed expertly against him, exerting light pressure to the sensitive
underside of his rampant dick. His precum pooled in her palm, coated her
fingers, slickened his thick, hard length. Christina skated her hand
downwards, reaching for Eric's full heavy balls. They were bursting with sweet
boycream, and Christina wanted to coax every drop free. She rolled his balls
between her fingers, caressing them lightly, squeezing gently. Then her hand
swept upwards once more, her fingers encircling his thickness. It jerked and
bucked in her hand, lively, eager, pulsing with energy.  
  
Eric turned his head, buried it between Christina's breasts. His lips tasted
her skin. Her perfume filled his nostrils, sweet and heady. He jerked his hips
into his mother's hand, feeling her tighten and relax her grip as her fingers
swept up and down his raging hardness.  
  
"Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like Mommy's hand around you, urging you
along? Helping you? Are you going to cum, baby? Are you going to give Mommy
all that sweet cream?"  
  
Eric groaned into his mother's cleavage as his cock exploded. His huge cock
thrashed and bucked and spat its load. The first jet splattered against the
sheet and coated his abdomen, but his mother's hand swept up, palm against his
cockhead, and each pulse afterward sprayed into her hand. Christina made quiet
noises of approval as he came. "Mmmm, so good, baby, so good, just like that,
just like that."  
  
When at last he was finished, Eric's mother carefully withdrew her hand. It
was painted white, coated with a thick frosting of Eric's cum. It slithered
around in her palm as she lifted her hand up. Her eyes widened and she
regarded a dazed Eric. "So much, sweetie. Were you backed up, or just excited
for Mommy?"  
  
Eric lifted his head from his mother's breasts. "Excited," he managed to gasp
out. The smile she gave him made it worthwhile. She kissed him lightly on the
lips and then deftly withdrew from the bed. Eric almost fell over as she left
him. Somehow, she managed not to spill a drop of his cum, though her fingers
and palm were sticky and drippy. It began to slide down her wrist, and she
laughed throatily. "I better... get cleaned up," she said. And then licked her
lips. "Good night, Eric."  
  
His mother slid out of his room. Eric watched her go, mind spinning, cock
already hardening once more, his heart thundering in his chest. "Good night,
Mom."  
  
Just before the door closed, he thought he saw her lift her hand to her lips
and her long pink tongue dart out to lick.




        Ever Notice? Ch. 04


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
  
  
When Eric cracked an eye open, he saw that the clock on the floor in his room
read 11:13. His brain was fogged with lust and confusion. Had his own mother
actually jerked him off the night before? Had that really happened? And had
Eric actually enjoyed the hell of it?  
  
He groaned and rolled over, away from the spray of sunlight from the half open
window. He should probably get up, start his day. See if Tom was around.
Figure out what to do with himself.  
  
Eric lumbered into the shower and scrubbed himself clean. Even with the
weirdness of the past twenty-four hours – maybe because of them – he couldn't
wait to get back to North Dakota. He missed his friends. He missed his car. He
even missed his shitty part-time job. Another boring day in paradise did not
appeal to him. He wasn't built to sit by the pool, reading a book, or watching
TV all day.  
  
It was almost noon by the time he wandered downstairs. He wandered over to the
fridge to get some food and found a note clipped to the door.  
  
"Sweetie – taking a half day today. Let's go to lunch, maybe catch a movie.
I'll be home after noon." It was signed with a kiss: the imprint of his
mother's red lips.  
  
Eric shook his head. He didn't know what to do. Should be duck out of the
house? Where would he go? Did he want to stay and find out what was going to
happen? He couldn't spend the rest of his life avoiding his mother, could he?
On account of a handjob?  
  
Sudden headache. Eric picked up the phone, dialed the Parks. It rang and rang
and went to voice. Maybe Tom was out playing hoops. Or maybe some of Tom's
friends came by and he was out, and Eric was on his own for the day.  
  
*  
  
Down the street, Tom had risen hours before Eric and had a full breakfast of
video games and Mt. Dew. When the phone rang near noon, he paused the game and
picked it up. It was his mother.  
  
"How quickly can you get down here?" she said. Her voice was breathless,
throaty. He pictured her with a hand down the front of her skirt, teasing
herself.  
  
"Who is this?" Tom said.  
  
"Don't fuck with me, Thomas," Alice said.  
  
"Sorry Mom, just kidding. What's going on?"  
  
"I just got off the phone with Christina. I am so fucking horny right now I
can barely stand it. Your mother needs you, Thomas."  
  
Tom cocked his head. He calculated. "I can be there in about twenty minutes.
Faster if you'd buy me a car."  
  
"You keep your grades up and graduate with honors and we'll talk. In the
meantime, get on your bike and get down here."  
  
Tom laughed. "You got it." He hung up, threw a sweatshirt on, and ducked out
into the garage to pull his mountain bike off the wall. He was tearing down
the driveway when Eric called.  
  
Tom wove through the hills, heading for the Xybochem main office. It wasn't
downtown, which was useful, and Tom could go off road when possible, which
allowed him to make it to the campus in record time. He kept a visitor's badge
with him at all times, and flashed it at the gate guard, who, recognizing him,
waved him through. Tom called his mom on his cell while he locked up his bike.  
  
His mother met him in the lobby of the main building. Alice had her hair up
and glasses on, and she was dressed in a black suit, skirt, and pink blouse.
Her face was flushed, eyes dilated. She made small talk with the security
guard at the front desk while guiding Tom past him. They took an elevator up
to the third floor and walked quickly to her office. There were a few people
still on the floor, but most had gone to lunch.  
  
They passed Melody Maxwell in the hall, one of the research scientists in his
mother's division. She was another incredibly attractive middle aged woman,
with breasts larger than even his mother's, barely hidden by her conservative
dress. Melody smiled at the two of them, but said nothing, and Tom wondered if
she knew something. He looked behind him as she walked away, and found himself
remembering Eric's discussion from day before when they were playing hoops.  
  
Alice let Tom precede her into the office and shut the door behind her. It was
a large, open space, dominated by her big black desk and the tiny computer on
it. Bookcases in the walls were crammed with science texts, market reports,
binders of all kinds. There was a little wet bar on one wall, which Tom knew
was mostly stocked with soda water, tomato juice, and Mt. Dew. The wall behind
the desk was floor to ceiling windows, specially tinted to let light in but
obscure the interior.  
  
"So what's going on?" Tom said, turning around to face his mother. He found
her already on her knees, loosening her hair clip and letting her long dark
tresses spill down. She found the waistband of his shorts and tugged them
down, his boxers too, freeing his already hardening cock.  
  
Alice gripped him softly, jacking him lightly, bringing him to greater
stiffness. Her lips pressed against the spongy head of his cock, sucking
lightly. Warmth and moisture enveloped him as she swallowed him. Inch by inch
he sank into her mouth. Her eyes closed behind her glasses, savoring his taste
and heat and hardness.  
  
Tom pulled his shirt up and watched as his mother devoured him. He thrust his
hips a little bit, but she stopped him with a splayed palm on his abdomen and
an icy glare. Her eyes closed again when he stopped moving, and the empty hand
dropped down to grip the base of his stalk and jerk him softly while her mouth
did its work.  
  
It killed Tom that on the other side of the office door, Xybochem drones were
typing on their computers, eating their lunch at their desks, or otherwise
busily working away like any ordinary day, while on this side, he was getting
a blowjob from his mother. The Dragon Queen that half of them lived in fear
of, was at this moment on her knees worshipping her own son's dick with her
mouth. Tom sank a hand into his mother's silky hair.  
  
Alice's saliva and Tom's precum slickened his cock as Alice thrust her mouth
up and down its length. Her tongue curled and caressed the underside, lashing
at his hot hard flesh. Her lips closed around him mid-stalk and he cheeks
hollowed as she sucked furiously. Tom hissed and grunted, trying not to cry
out at the exquisite feeling of his mother sucking him off.  
  
Abruptly, Alice stood. She grabbed her son's head and kissed him fiercely. He
tasted his own precum on her tongue, but didn't have long to register that
fact. She'd kept one hand on his cock and angled it away from her, flat
against his belly, to avoid leaving a trail on her clothes as she pressed her
full, luscious body against him.  
  
Alice released him just as abruptly as she'd embraced him, and marched for her
desk. She reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and pulled it up to her
waist. Then she slid her panties down her thighs and bent her waist over the
side of the desk. She threw her hair back over her shoulder and looked at her
son. Her eyes shot the "Well? What are you waiting for?" look that she had
perfected for moments like this.  
  
Tom grinned, duckwalked over to her with his shorts around his ankles, and
aimed his cock at his mother's weeping pussy. Her lips parted around his
glans, and he sank into her balls deep in one smooth thrust.  
  
Alice bit her lip to keep from crying out. She looked so fucking sexy. Tom
gripped her by the hips and started fucking her. Hard and fast and savage. Her
heart-shaped ass rippled delightedly with each thrust. Tom liked the way her
skirt bunched up against her waist, and her panties stretched around her
calves. He liked the way his mother's pussy gripped him, how her warm wet
folds caressed every hardened inch of his throbbing cock as it plunged again
and again into her steamy depths.  
  
Alice spread her palms on her desktop and dropped her head, grunting as Tom
fucked into her. Tom hissed through his teeth, trying to make as little noise
as possible. It was difficult, with the way his mother twisted her hips and
jammed herself back into him, and the quiet desperate noises she made as he
plowed into her. Alice arched her back, gasping and choking back a cry as
pleasure as an orgasm rippled through her.  
  
Her pussy clenched hard around Tom's cock, trapping him deep inside, and her
juices soaked into his heated skin, poured out of her and onto his bouncing
balls. Tom's grip on his mother's waist tightened as he jammed deeper into her
and exploded. His cock bucked and jumped and shuddered. Jet after jet of
potent seed spiraled into his mother's womb. Tom stopped breathing. His eyes
actually crossed. Alice crested a second time as her son filled her to the
brim. Their mingled juices stained her sleek thighs.  
  
Alice rested her forehead against the cool surface of her desk. She fought to
control her breathing. Her breath hitched as Tom, still semi-hard, gave a weak
thrust. "Don't do that," she hissed. Tom grunted and withdrew, dragging his
long cock out of her sheathe. His seed began to leak out of her.  
  
While Tom stumbled backward, Alice quickly tugged her panties up, covering her
sopping mound. The fluids from her pussy and her son's cock soaked the gusset
immediately. But it would keep them from leaking out and dripping down her
legs. She adjusted her skirt and turned around.  
  
Tom tugged his shorts up, covering himself. "Is that all, Mom?"  
  
Alice frowned. "Don't be like that, baby." She adjusted her clothes, stepped
toward him, and wrapped her arms around him. "You enjoy this just as much as I
do."  
  
Tom's flat expression slowly morphed into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."  
  
"Better." She kissed him fleetingly on the lips. She found the clock on her
wall. Enough time left for some yogurt and a granola bar.  
  
"So what did Christina tell you to get your motor running?"  
  
Alice snapped back to the present. "Mothers must have their secrets, Thomas."
Tom's frown focused her attention. "Oh, do you want to fuck Ms. Henderson,
Tommy?"  
  
He blushed, looked away, but didn't deny it.  
  
"Don't worry, baby. I want a piece of that boy of hers myself. If things work
out, we may both get our chance." She cupped him through his shorts and gave
his cock a squeeze.  
  
*   
  
Eric paced his mother's living room. He almost jumped when he saw her car pull
into the driveway. His heart started beating faster, and his palms were
sweating.  
  
He was standing in the middle of the room when his mother floated in through
the front door. She was wearing a red blouse and skirt combo with a white
sweater, her hair loose and free, just a hint of makeup, and red strappy
heels. She pulled her sunglasses off and looked around, blue eyes lighting up
when she saw her son.  
  
"Hey, sweetie-bear. Ready to go?"  
  
"Yeah. Um... yeah. Where are we going?"  
  
She laughed, a sound like ringing bells. Somehow it made Eric relaxed. He even
smiled. "C'mon, then," Christina said. "What are you in the mood for?"  
  
The had lunch at a burger joint, one of those trendy left coast places that
put pineapples on burgers. Eric had one with guacamole and fried onions. It
was actually pretty good. He felt relaxed and carefree, and his mother
appeared to be the same. They joked and laughed and enjoyed their meal, and
everything seemed perfectly normal and natural. Just a boy and his mother, and
if it felt a little bit like a date, that was okay, too.  
  
When they exited the restaurant, Christina angled them down the street,
threading her arm through Eric's. The bulge of her right breast against his
arm felt painfully comfortable. "I love the weather out here," Christina said.
"I think your aunt's house is buried under a foot of snow right now."  
  
"You're probably right," Eric admitted. While here all he could see were
shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. April in North Dakota was very different.
He could get used to this, actually. Visiting, that is, he added mentally.
Just visiting.  
  
The movie theater proved to be just down the road, a small two-screen
neighborhood place, showing what was probably just a bunch of art films. What
made his mother think Eric would want to see something here?  
  
"What do you think?" she asked. The marquee showed some foreign looking thing
about some kind of French nonsense, and something called "The Hotel LaRousse."
The poster had an attractive woman in some kind of lacy outfit, superimposed
over a tall red building. Neither of them looked particularly interesting to
Eric, other than for something to watch late at night on Cinemax.  
  
Eric shook his head and sort of shrugged. Christina smiled somewhat
enigmatically and went up to the ticket counter.  
  
He was a little surprised when his mother purchased two tickets to "The Hotel
LaRousse" but he shouldn't have been. She bought them a big tub of popcorn and
sodas as well, and arm and arm they went into the theater.  
  
It was a cozy little place, without too many other patrons in the middle of a
weekday, even during school vacation. Eric was a little startled when his
mother lifted up the armrest between them, locking it in place upright. She
slid up against him, curling into him. Her warmth and scent washed over him.
Her heavy breast pushed against his arm. She let him hold the popcorn, and her
right hand slid down onto his lap, resting against his thigh.  
  
As if having his beautiful, sexy mother that close wasn't exciting enough, the
film turned out to be exactly the kind of softcore erotic adventure that Eric
assumed it would be. The acting wasn't terrible, and there was an awful lot of
nudity. Even some simulated sex. The principal actress was a brunette in her
early to mid-thirties, full breasted and slim hipped, who seemed to enjoy
preying on the younger men and staff at the hotel. The subtext was obvious,
even to confused and aroused young Eric, particularly with his mother's hand
sliding up and down his thigh.  
  
The erection he grew was almost painful. He shifted in his seat uneasily, eyes
on the tits bouncing across the screen, while his mind focused on the fingers
brushing along his leg. He shuddered and gasped involuntarily when Christina's
hand wrapped around the thickness extending down the leg of his shorts. His
mind went back to laying in bed the night before, and what she had done to
him. He wondered how far she would go in the theater. It was largely empty,
but not entirely. There were a few couples and singles in there. Mostly
middle-aged women, actually. All of them pretty good looking, too... what was
the deal with this town, anyway?  
  
Eric's thoughts derailed when he felt his mother's fingers brush against his
zipper. Was she going to – she tugged, slipping the zipper down. She deftly
unbuttoned his shorts one-handed. Her warm, slim fingers fished under his
pants and dragged out his weeping cock. Eric risked a glance at her, but she
was watching the screen raptly, eyes straight ahead, as the buxom brunette
made out with the towel boy.  
  
Eric looked down at his lap, adjusting the tub of popcorn to get a clearer
view. His raging cock stood up proudly from his nest of cockhair, and his
mother gently but insistently swept her hand up and down it. Her thumb spread
precum across his sensitive head, while her fingers swept more of the juice up
and down his length.  
  
Eric groaned. His mother's hand squelched up and down on his cock. It was a
wonder that no one else heard it – it was so loud in Eric's ears. But so was
the movie. On screen the brunette was shrugging out of her blouse. She didn't
wear a bra, not that her fake tits needed one. The towel boy buried his face
between them, licking and sucking sloppily.  
  
Beside Eric, Christina shifted in her seat. He looked out of the corner of his
eye at her as she slid across the theater chair and bent at the waist. Eric's
eyes widened, film totally forgotten, as his mother bent her head and
inspected his cock close up. The theater was dark, the only light from the
screen, and it illuminated her short red hair only a little bit. But he could
feel her breath wash over his hot, hard, weeping dick.  
  
And then he felt her hot, wet, tongue lash across the head of his dick. His
muscles spasmed and he loosed a loud shuddering gasp. What felt like a gallon
of precum squirted out of his dick, spraying across her tongue, into her
mouth. Then her lips closed around him. He felt warmth and moisture, her
saliva washing him as her tongue bathed him. He felt and heard her moan, low,
quiet, and the sound thrilled him to his core.  
  
Eric gripped the popcorn tub tightly, the cardboard crinkling, as his mother
slowly swallowed his cock, one delicious inch by delicious inch. One hand
gripped the base of him, while the other cupped and kneaded his balls. He
imagined her mouth bulging with his girth, wishing he could see it. He felt
her lips parting wider as she swallowed more of him. He felt the back of her
throat, felt the exhalation of breath from her nostrils, and then her throat
closing around him as he slid all the way into her mouth. The hand left the
base of his cock, her lips pressed against his abdomen.  
  
Exquisite sensations enveloped his rigid dick as her throat worked to swallow
him, her agile tongue teasing the underside of his dick, her cheeks closing in
around him. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, before
she swept back upwards. Her saliva and his juices felt cool against his skin,
but she kept his cockhead between her lips while she took several deep,
measured breaths through her nostrils.  
  
Eric thought one of the women two rows ahead of them looked back, but he
decided he didn't care when his mother swallowed him again, more easily this
time, more quickly. And then she was up again, and down, and up. Each time
increasing her speed, until in short order she was fucking him with her mouth,
her lips a tight seal, her throat and mouth incredibly wet and hot.  
  
Eric's head lolled backward. He spread his arms, resisting the almost painful
urge to grab her by the back of her head and force his cock deeper into her
throat. Wet, slick noises rose up at him, echoed by the quiet mewlings of his
mother as she devoured him. Her free hand still lovingly caressed his balls,
as if trying to coax the cum from them, even though her mouth was doing most
of the work.  
  
On the screen, the brunette had climbed up on top of the towel boy and was
dramatically thrashing around on his lap in one of the fakest sex scenes Eric
had ever seen. He imagined his mother up there, pale and full and real, head
thrown back with abandon, forehead slick with a sheen of sweat, red hair
flying, huge milky white tits bobbing up and down. And beneath her, gasping
and thrusting away with all his might, was Eric himself.  
  
His mother was on the downstroke when he erupted, her throat constricted
around him as his huge hard cock throbbed and spat its first long ribbon of
seed directly into her stomach. Christina coughed, spluttered, swept back up,
but didn't lose his bucking cock. The first inch or two remained in her mouth,
as its precious payload fired out, volley after volley painting her mouth
white. He heard her swallowing quickly, desperately, fighting against the
flood of his cum.  
  
And still he came, and still in his mind's eye he saw the two of them up on
the movie screen, fucking like animals.  
  
And then at last, the final spurts sprayed across her tonsils. Her dexterous
tongue swept across his cockhead, coring out his piss-slit to get the last
sweet drop of cum. Then she sat up, throat working, as she swallowed every bit
of his seed. A silver sheen coated her lips, but she licked it away almost as
soon as Eric saw it.  
  
In the light from the movie, her eyes were red and glassy, mascara running,
her cheeks flushed, her lips and chin slick with his fluids. Her chest rose
and fell as she took deep breaths.  

Eric grabbed her chin, swept his thumb across it to clean it a little, and
then leaned in and kissed her fiercely. She almost protested, but when he
didn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum on her tongue, she relented,
melted into him, and closed her eyes.




        Ever Notice? Ch. 05


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
CHAPTER FIVE  
  
They necked like a couple of teenagers, and technically one of them was a
teenager, for a good fifteen minutes, barely pausing to take a breath.
Finally, Eric's mother pushed him away. In the light from the forgotten movie,
Christina's eyes were glassy and raw.  
  
"I need to clean up. Meet me in front of the theater in ten minutes." She
contemplated him a moment, licked her lips, then placed a warm hand on his
still rigid, still bare cock. "Don't forget to put this away." She stood up
and swirled away. Eric watched her go, admiring her full ass in her little
skirt, and the shakiness to her legs.  
  
Eric settled into the seat and relaxed for a few minutes. Finally, he stuffed
his softening cock away and zipped up. The rasp of the zipper made one of the
ladies two rows up turn her head. Eric gave her an insolent smile that she
probably couldn't see.  
  
He stood up, tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and swaggered out of
the theater.  
  
He waited patiently on the sidewalk outside for his mother. It took her longer
than ten minutes, or at least it felt that way, but when she appeared she was
worth the wait. She had scrubbed her face, subtly applied new lipstick and
eyeshadow. Her red blouse was unbuttoned severely, showing considerable
cleavage. The flush in her cheeks and spreading across her chest gave her
color that her pale skin normally lacked. Her eyes lit up when she saw him,
and a broad smile spread across her full red lips.  
  
Eric held out his hand and she took it. She leaned in to kiss him lightly on
the lips, right there in the middle of the street. It could have been the
chaste kiss of a mother and son, but the electric charge Eric felt at her
touch hardened him instantly. He walked awkwardly down the street by her side.  
  
"What...uh... what happens next?" he said, a little uncertainly. He liked this
new closeness with his mother. He liked in particular having his balls drained
by a beautiful buxom woman, regardless of his relation to her. But even though
he was a good looking guy and he'd had a few girlfriends, the furthest he'd
gotten with a girl was the furthest he'd gotten with his mother so far.  
  
Her urgency to leave led him to believe something more might happen. Standing
alone on the sidewalk had given him time to think, and the enormity of what
was happening was beginning to war with his general horniness and hope of
getting laid.  
  
"You're going to drive us home," Christina said, "and we are going to pick up
where we left off in the theater." She snuggled close to him, threading an arm
through his, pressing one heavy tit against his arm. Christina looked up at
her son, and he saw love and lust and possessiveness in her brilliant blue
eyes. He relaxed a little bit, but grew harder if anything.  
  
They found the car and Christina tossed him the keys. Something told him to
open the door for her, and the smile she flashed at him when he did made his
heart skip a bit. He hurried around to the other side and started the car. He
had a vague idea of where he was going, but would have to ask his mother for
directions.  
  
While Eric pulled out of the parking lot, his mother began unbuttoning her red
blouse even further. Eric caught a glimpse of a black bra and milky white
tits. He forced his eyes on the road. Christina untucked her blouse, fluffing
out the tails, and then proceeded to spread her legs. Her skirt inched
upwards. She reached down and helped it along, giving herself more room to
spread her legs even wider. Long expanses of her creamy thighs were exposed,
drawing Eric's eyes to them. She planted one red high heel against the glove
box, dragging her skirt even higher.  
  
He blew through a stop sign, barely noticing.  
  
"Watch the road, sweetie-bear," Christina admonished. "Let Mommy relieve
herself a little bit. You got me so worked up in the theater, I just need to
play with myself a little." As Eric watched out of the corner of his eye, his
mother palmed herself, her hand largely hidden by the skirt. Her wrist began
to move in slow circles, and Christina moaned.  
  
Her other hand reached out to grip Eric's thigh. His cock was an iron bar,
awkwardly wedged down the other leg of his shorts, and he knew precum had
soaked through his boxers already. Much more of this, and it would soak
through his shorts as well.  
  
"Oh, honey," Christina said, her voice rising a little with each word. "You
have such a big, beautiful cock. And your cum is so delicious and thick and
creamy. I could drink it all day. I could nurse your dick all day, just
sitting on my knees between your legs, feeling you thrust between my lips
until you erupt. And you cum so much, sweetie-bear! My virile son with your
thick cock, you're going to make Mommy so happy."  
  
The scent of her arousal filled the car. Sweat poured down Eric's forehead. He
was breaking several traffic laws, but in the middle of the afternoon, traffic
was still light. He hoped he wouldn't draw a cop. In his shorts, his cock
throbbed and flexed, and he wondered if he would climax just listening to her
talk and moan, and the wet squelchy noises coming from between her legs. He
was pretty sure he could do it, and almost certain he would, if he didn't make
it home soon.  
  
His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, which he gripped with both
hands.  
  
His mother's free hand reached up to caress his bicep, then across his
shoulder and neck and up to thread through his short, reddish-brown hair.
"You're going to fuck Mommy," she said, low and husky. "I want that thick
gorgeous cock of yours deep inside me." She shuddered, gripping the back of
his head tightly, as her body thrashed in the seat beside him.  
  
Was this really happening? he wondered. Could this possible happen for real?
His mind was awhirl. He was lucky he hadn't had or caused an accident. He
pulled onto his mother's street and aimed the car for her house.  
  
The car thumped over the bottom of the driveway and almost slammed into the
garage before he had it under control. He snapped his seatbelt off and lurched
for Christina, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her fiercely again, his
mouth thrusting into hers like an angry cock. She mewled under him, thrusting
her big, heavy tits against his chest. She wrenched her hand out from between
her legs and placed it against his cheek, fingers splayed. Her fingers were
slick with her own juices, the aroma intoxicating.  
  
"House," Christina spat out, shoving Eric away. "Inside," she added. She
fumbled with her own seatbelt. Eric looked at her blouse, barely attached to
her, and the way the seatbelt was trapped between her huge tits in their lacy
black bra. He helped her unfasten herself, kissed her again, and backed out of
the car.  
  
Christina spilled out on her own side, her limbs shaky and weak, and Eric
hurried around to help her to her feet and up the walk to the front door. His
hands roamed all over her, while she searched her purse for the housekey.  
  
Finally she found it, fumbled with the lock, and in a tumble of limbs, the two
of them bumbled into the house. Christina toppled, landing on her back, and
Eric fell with her. He caught himself with his palms before he could crush
her. She looked up at him with eyes wild and unfocused.  
  
"You okay?" he asked. She mustered a nod. Eric kicked the door closed with his
foot and leaned down to kiss his mother again. Her lips parted with a sigh,
and her tongue wrestled with his own. As Eric's crotch settled against his
mother's skirt, he felt the pressure building down below. He broke away from
her, gasping. "Mom, I can't..."  
  
"Oh, baby, of course, its okay," she cooed. They shifted, Eric rising to his
feet, Christina settling on her knees. She looked wild and sexy beneath him,
as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and pulled both them
and his underwear downward with a savage jerk. His rampant cock rose up to
slap her in the face, leaving a trail of precum across her cheek. She laughed
a little, letting him know it was no trouble.  
  
As soon as her slim fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, he felt his
balls tremble and the rising, delicious agony of his impending explosion.
"Mom," he groaned, unable to say more.  
  
Eric's mother quickly angled his cock towards her. Eric braced his arms
against the door as her full, red lips slid over the crown of his dick. He
felt warmth and moisture and the light touch of her agile tongue. His cock
swelled in her mouth, the mushroom head expanding as his orgasm erupted, cum
racing up his flesh tube to spray across her tongue. He inundated her mouth
with several thick pulses of cream. He saw her throat working as she swallowed
his viscous spend. All the while her bright blue eyes looked up at him with
love, lust, and adoration.  
  
At last, his flood subsided, and she sat back on her haunches, licking her
lips. Eric slumped against the door, his dick softening a little, but still
half-hard and dripping.  
  
"So much, so soon," Christina said wonderingly, when her mouth and throat were
clear. "Oh, sweetie-bear, you are going to spoil me."  
  
She stood up on shaky legs, using her little finger to tuck a curl of silvery
semen between her lips. With an inviting smile, she spun slowly and walked
down the hall. Her high heels clicked on the floor. Off came the white
sweater, dropped to the floor. She shucked off her red blouse quickly, and it
fluttered after the sweater. She turned into the living room just as she
reached behind her to unzip her skirt, and Eric heard it slithering down her
legs as she disappeared around the corner.  
  
Eric caught his breath. His cock, which had barely flagged, was gaining
strength once more. He shucked off his shoes, peeled off his t-shirt, and
shuffled down the hall while kicking off his shorts and underwear.  
  
His mother waited for him in the middle of the room, standing with legs
slightly spread and hands on her hips. She wore only her red high heels, black
bra, and panties. She was framed by afternoon sunlight, which made the pale
and pastel colors of the décor glow around her.  
  
The bra was thick-banded, with dark underwire cups to support her titanic
breasts, but the tops were lacy and see-through with a kind of floral pattern
to them. Her panties were black as well, high-cut on her hips, and similarly
diaphanous. He could see her neatly trimmed red bush peaking through the
material, while the front panel glistened with dew.  
  
Her eyes widened and her lips pulled up into a wicked grin as she beheld him,
naked except for his socks. As she looked him up and down, he hurried to pull
those off, and stood before her completely nude.  
  
"Oh, Eric," she sighed. "You're so beautiful."  
  
He blushed. "I was going to say the same thing," he said.  
  
"Oh really?" She cupped her tits in their bra. "You don't think my breasts are
too big?" Her hands dropped to her sides. "Or that my hips are too wide, or my
ass too big?"  
  
Eric shook his head. "You are perfect in every way, Mother."  
  
She shivered a little and closed her eyes. "Thank you, sweetie-bear," she
said. He crossed the room towards her, his rampant cock leading the way. She
held her arms open and embraced him, wrapping her strong arms around him,
pushing her rounded belly against his smooth abdomen, sandwiching his dick
between them. Her bra encased tits flattened against his chest as he held her
close. His lips sought hers, found them, and kissed her deeply. She moaned
into his mouth. Her hands found his bare ass and squeezed.  
  
Eric's strong hands found his mother's own cheeks, and he enjoyed their plush
springiness. He kneaded her ass, and felt her groin press against his. He felt
her heat and moisture against his skin, and he knew she was as ready as he
was. He was going to fuck his mother. Insane, yes, but it was going to happen.
Nothing could stop him.  
  
He released her full, matronly ass and reached up to grapple with the clasp of
her bra. He had it free in a moment, even though there were more hooks than he
was used to, as if the bra wanted to be off. His mother stepped back a bit,
allowing him to pull the garment off of her and toss it to the floor.  
  
Christina's big, beautiful, motherly breasts were bared to her son's hot gaze.
Milky white, round and soft, with large coral pink nipples, they filled his
hands and spilled out over his palms. They were heavy and gorgeous and begging
to be kissed. Eric leaned over and pressed his lips against her throat.
Slowly, he half-kissed, half-licked his way down the slope of her pendulous
right tit, until he reached the hard nubbin at its center. He closed his lips
around it and sucked, lightly at first, then with growing insistence.
Christina hissed, threaded her fingers in Eric's hair, and pushed her tit into
his face.  
  
Eric palmed her other breast, kneading the sensitive flesh with his fingers
and hand. He tweaked her nipple between forefinger and thumb, and used them to
mimic the actions of his mouth.  
  
Christina reached between them to grasp his rampant cock with one hand,
slowly, delicately jacking his prick. Precum squirted from the tip, coating
her palm and wrist.  
  
Eric switched tits, licking and kissing and suckling from her left teat, while
his hands slid across his mother's impeccable body and cupped the full cheeks
of her ass once more. His fingers slid into the waistband of her panties, and
began insistently tugging them downward. They caught a little bit on the curve
of her full ass, but Christina paused in her own ministrations to assist him.
Eric distinctly heard a wet sucking sound as the front panel was peeled away
from her pussy.  
  
Christina bent at the waist, slithering her panties down her long legs,
tugging them free over her heels. Eric dropped to one knee to watch the
process, admiring how physics affected her pneumatic form. But his eyes
quickly locked on the holiest of holys, the center of her being, the cleft at
the juncture between her creamy thighs.  
  
His mother's pussy was neatly trimmed, with just a patch of vibrantly red hair
on the pubis. The lips were coral pink like her nipples, distended and
glistening with moisture, a golden, intoxicating dew that spread across her
thighs and crotch.  
  
Impulsively, as he'd never done it before, he leaned in and kissed her pussy.
She groaned, suddenly gripping his head. Her juices stained his lips, sweet
and salty at the same time.  
  
Eric looked up at his mother from between her thighs. She looked down at him,
head framed by her mountainous breasts. Her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with
lust. Eric had never seen a woman as turned on as his mother appeared to be.
Every stupid fumbling sexual encounter in his past paled in comparison to this
moment – like a candle standing against a supernova.  
  
"Are you going to eat Mommy?" Christina whispered.  
  
Eric swallowed. "I don't... um... I've never..."  
  
Christina smiled a motherly smile. "Don't worry, baby. C'mere, I'll teach
you." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. She sauntered over to the
sofa and sat down, breasts jiggling happily. She casually spread her legs and
leaned back, with her ass on the edge of the cushion and her pussy thrust out
at Eric.  
  
"Kneel down," she said softly, huskily. "Just like that." Her fingers teased
her pink folds, parting them for him. "Now, sweetie-bear, you're an excellent
kisser with a very flexible tongue, so you're already more than halfway there.
What you want to do, is basically plant your mouth here, and French kiss my
pussy." Her fingers slid her pussy open even wider, then glided upwards to
their apex, where a little pink button winked at Eric. "But pay special
attention to this.  
  
"In fact, lean forward, just extend your tongue, and give my clit a few little
licks."  
  
Eric did as requested. He put his strong hands on her thighs, bent forward,
and stuck out his tongue to flick her clit. The muscles in her thighs bunched
and jumped and Christina howled. She grabbed his head and threaded her fingers
through his hair once more, pushing him downward. "Jesus, baby, that was
perfect. Now kiss me."  
  
Eric pressed his lips against hers, tasted her juices, and slithered his
tongue out into her depths. It wouldn't go nearly as far as his cock, or even
a finger, but it was pretty flexible, and he made it dance for her. Her scent
made him giddy, and her taste was like ambrosia on his tongue. Her juices
flowed into his mouth, coated his lips, slid down his chin. He loved how she
tasted, and how she reacted to everything he did. Christina moaned and groaned
and hissed as Eric went to work. She gripped his head tightly and pushed him
down into her pussy, even as her hips hitched forward.  
  
"Such a good boy," she urged, "treating his Mommy so well."  
  
His lips captured her clit and he sucked lightly, as if it were a nipple, and
suddenly she was screaming, convulsing around him, her fingers tightening on
his head like vises. "Oh God, oh God, oh God... Errrriccccc!" she howled.  
  
Her thighs came together, trapping his head between them. He released her
clit, and lashed at her again with his tongue, lapping up the juices streaming
from her spasming pussy. She shook and shuddered for long moments, mewling and
crying, making soft sounds that were muffled by her thighs. Slowly she came
back to herself. The grip of her hands and thighs lessened. Eric raised his
head and looked into his mother's eyes. They were wild and wanton and smiling.
Her hair, disheveled, sticking to her forehead with sweat, her massive breasts
rising and falling rapidly as she breathed – she looked so fucking sexy.  
  
His mother. Sexy, wanton, wanting. Eric wouldn't have believed it if someone
else told it to him, but here he was, kneeling between her thighs, his lips
and chin stained by her juices, her taste on his tongue.  
  
She grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet, still gasping. She brought
his lips down to hers and she kissed him fierce and hard, apparently unmindful
of the golden liquid covering his face. When the broke away, she looked at him
seriously and said, "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."  
  
Her eyes dropped down to the tower of flesh jutting from his groin, pointing
at her, casting its long shadow across her smooth belly. "So far," she added,
licking her lips.  
  
"Are you ready, sweetie-bear?" she asked. She kissed him lightly on the lips
again. "Are you ready to mount your own mother, and drive that big, beautiful
cock of yours into her wet and hungry pussy?"  
  
"Jesus Christ, Mom," Eric coughed out. As hot as the situation was, her
language had his blood boiling. He unconsciously hitched his hips, thrusting
his cock towards her. It wagged in the air, sending a scalding spray of precum
to drip across her belly.  
  
Eric hunkered down, eager, his mind clouded with lust, focused on one thing
and one thing only. But the sofa was too tall for him to kneel and too short
for him to stand, so it took a few agonizing moments for them to coordinate
their movements. Eventually Christina just laid across the cushions and pulled
Eric down on top of her. He growled as her legs parted and his cock nudged
against the patch of fur atop her pubis.  
  
Christina reached down between them and took him in hand. She pointed his
weapon at her weeping gates and slowly, sensuously, teasingly allowed the
mushroom head to swipe across her pussy lips. Eric tried to thrust, but she
let him glide his length effortlessly across her, lubricating his cock with
her fluids, but not allowing him to dive in just yet.  
  
"Have you ever done this before?" Christina asked huskily.  
  
Eric shook his head.  
  
Christina gave a sexy shiver at his movement. "Oh, baby, I hoped, but I wasn't
sure. I really want to be your first. I'm so happy." She rubbed his cockhead
against her pussylips again. "Now, I'm going to line you up, and when I do, I
want you to drive in as hard and fast as you can, over and over. Can you do
that for Mommy?"  

Eric growled again in affirmation. Christina brushed the hair out of his eyes.
"I love you," she said, and let go of his cock.  
  
Eric found his voice. "Love you," he grunted, as his raging dick sank into his
mother's heated depths. His prick scythed through her folds, driving down and
forward, and she opened up for him. Both of them cried out as his balls
slapped against her ass. In one thrust he had driven himself all the way into
his mother. He felt something smooshing against the head of his cock, almost
flattening it, and instinctively he knew he was deep indeed.  
  
Christina gripped her son's arms. Her thighs came up to wrap around his waist,
her heels tightening against his rock-hard ass.  
  
The two of them clung together for long moments, staring deeply into one
another's eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Eric reveled in the heat and
moisture of his mother's most intimate space, how her inner muscles caressed
and tightened around him. Christina felt full, packed tight with cock, one of
the biggest and most perfect she had ever taken, and the fact that it was her
own son inside her gave her a special, illicit thrill. She knew that Alice had
been right. There is no feeling like having your own child between your
thighs, driving himself deep inside you.  
  
Eric broke the spell, unable to contain himself any longer. He began
withdrawing and thrusting into his mother, again and again. Short strokes at
first, then longer as he found his footing on the sofa. He withdrew until only
the thick mushroom head of his cock remained tightly held by his mother's
pussy lips, then drove forward savagely into her. Christina mewed and moaned
with every jab, lifting her hips to meet her son's wild, powerful thrusts.  
  
The broad head of his cock dragged across her g-spot each time he slammed into
her, and her first orgasm was not long in coming. Her body shook, breasts
bouncing wildly, her head thrown back, short red hair matted with sweat, mouth
open, voice howling in pleasure and release as her son plundered her pussy
with his massive organ.  
  
Eric grunted each time he hammered home, especially as his cockhead flattened
against her inner walls. He hunched over his mother, hooking one of her knees
over his shoulder so he could get better access, and slammed again and again
into her. His crotch was soaked with her fluids, his pubic hair matted with
his mother's dew, while her enflamed lips glistened with their combined
juices.  
  
The sofa wasn't the most comfortable place for his first fuck, but it was long
and broad enough to work. Their limbs tangled together, and once or twice they
had to pause and reposition, but Eric's turgid dick never completely left its
home inside his mother's steaming gash.  
  
Her second orgasm crested only a few minutes after the first, and she thrashed
beneath him again, a little more weakly this time. Her eyes seemed to deepen
to a darker blue, and she looked at him with a lust glazed, half-lidded
expression. "You're fucking Mommy, sweetie-bear," she said triumphantly, "and
you're making her cum over and over."  
  
Eric grunted in affirmation. Having jetted a load down her throat only a
little while ago, he knew he could hold off for a little while. He just wanted
to enjoy this moment, the feelings, the tastes, the smells, the sounds of
passion. Her soft, feminine, matronly body beneath him, yielding but firm. Her
hips rising to meet him. Her huge, delicious breasts shaking every time he
bottomed out within her. Her tongue, lolling in her full-lipped, sensuous
mouth. The heat around his dick, the way it sliced through her moist folds
easily, hungrily, the way she welcomed his intrusion over and over again. How
her inner muscles squeezed and kneaded him expertly, urging him along.  
  
His mother roared in ecstasy once more, throwing one leg out and bouncing her
bare foot upon the floor. "Jesus God, my son," she moaned. "Can't believe how
many... so good... so big and hard for Mommy, making Mommy feel so special and
loved... holy fuck... touching places no one else has ever touched... you were
here before, baby, inside Mommy..." she trailed off, eyes rolling back, as
another tremendous orgasm thundered through her lush frame. She babbled
incoherently for several seconds.  
  
Christina grabbed Eric by the cheeks and dragged his lips to hers, kissing him
brutally on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth and wrestled with his
while his cock hammered into her over and over.  
  
He felt his own climax approaching and wanted to get her off at least once
more. Somehow he found his voice, though it sounded raw and ragged even to his
own ears.  
  
"Mom," he gasped, "I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm
fucking you. This is so... so... awesome." He trailed off, knowing the words
were lame, unable to convey the emotion that swelled in his chest, the love
and lust he had for his beautiful mother. How could mere words express that?
But she smiled and thanked him with a light kiss on the lips.  
  
She shivered beneath him. "Oh sweetie-bear, you've been so good to Mommy,
making her cum so many times. I can feel another one building, baby. I want
you to come with me this time. Can you do that for Mommy?"  
  
Eric nodded. Then a sudden thought. "Mom, what about protection?"  
  
She smiled, which pulled into a kind of lustful grimace as a shiver ran
through her. "Let me worry about that. I want to feel you inside me. I want
you cumming inside me. I want you to pump me full of your cum. I want -"  
  
But she was cut off as Eric suddenly erupted. He hammered home, deep as he
could go, and his cock actually seemed to swell inside her, expanding further.
Her pussy constricted around him. He felt those wonderful stirrings at the
base of his cock as his balls bounced against her ass, and then the cum was
rocketing up his thick tube. His cock shuddered and shook and throbbed and
bucked deep inside her, and a torrent of pearly white jism flooded his
mother's womb. He came and came, thick streamers of seed spiraling from his
angry cockhead, painting her insides white. So much pumped out of him that it
coated her pussy lips and began to leak out of her, dripping down her thighs
and his cock, even as he continued to fire off inside her.  
  
Christina was triggered by her son's eruption, the big one going off within
her as soon as she felt her insides splattered with his hot, delicious semen.
Her toes curled. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, hard enough to draw
blood. Her head fell back, her mouth open, a wordless cry of passion ululating
from her full red lips. She felt a boundless energy exploding through her
body, radiating out from her abused pussy, washing through her abdomen, her
limbs and extremities. She twitched and shuddered as if dancing on a live
wire, as one of the biggest orgasms of her life claimed her.  
  
At last, spent, mother and son collapsed together on the sofa. Eric was still
deeply imbedded in his mother, his cock still semi-hard, but aching. His balls
felt empty. He took deep, shuddering breaths. Christina lay limp beneath him,
almost senseless.  
  
Slowly they came back to themselves. Christina opened her eyes. Eric was
looking at her, an unreadable expression on his face.  
  
"Hi," she said.  
  
He swallowed. "Hi." He seemed bashful suddenly, despite what they'd just done,
and the fact that his still twitching cock lay within her.  
  
"That was... that was something else, sweetie-bear," Christina said.  
  
"Yeah," Eric agreed.  
  
She smiled. "That was your first time, so you've got nothing to compare it to,
but let me tell you, that kind of connection doesn't happen very often. No one
has ever made me feel like that before, Eric. No one."  
  
He blushed suddenly, looking away, but she caught his chin in her fingers and
turned him back to look at her. "No one," she repeated.  
  
"Um, thanks," Eric said.  
  
"I should be thanking you," Christina said. "I'm trying to thank you. You make
me feel so beautiful, wanted, desired. I want you to know how much that means
to me. I want you to know how much I've missed you, these last few months. And
I hope you don't hate me for the unconventional way I've tried to express all
that."  
  
Eric shook his head. "I could never hate you, Mom. I've missed you too. It's
tough getting used to the way things are." He blushed again. "I like spending
time with you. And I like... I like doing this stuff with you."  
  
Christina opened her eyes wide as she felt Eric's softening cock begin to
lengthen and harden within her. "I can see that," she said. "That makes me so
happy, baby." She embraced him, showering his face with kisses like she did
when he was little. Eric laughed, just like he used to, and kissed her back on
the lips. His tongue dipped inside her mouth, which was different, but not
unwelcome, and his mother kissed him back.  
  
Slowly at first but with growing urgency, Eric began to thrust his hips again.
His hardening cock grew harder with each thrust, until he was an iron bar once
more. Christina moaned into his mouth as he sloshed around in her soaking,
cum-filled pussy.  
  
She pushed him away gently. "Let's try something else," she suggested. Eric
shrugged and agreed. She maneuvered him easily, getting him to sit on the
center cushion of the sofa. She felt his sperm dripping out of her ravaged
pussy as she stood up and straddled him, but since Eric didn't seem to mind,
she didn't care either. The sofa would be stained, but she would either get a
new one, or keep this one as a memento. She would decide later. Now, she
needed to fuck her son.  
  
Christina spread her weeping pussy lips and straddled her son. More semen
dripped from her hole. A long string dribbled out straight down, anointing
Eric's towering cock. He made a face, but it disappeared as Christina sank
downwards and engulfed him. Now it was Christina's turn to fuck Eric. She
controlled the pace, and she rode him expertly, shifting and adjusting herself
on his pole to allow his rampant monster to tease all of her most sensitive
places. Her pussy made sucking squelching noises as she rode him.  
  
It was slower this time, more leisurely, neither of them particularly
desperate to get off after their first encounter. Still, Christina managed to
get a few small orgasms off before she coaxed another load of creamy delight
from her son. His cannon fired his potent sperm with all the same force as his
previous explosion, dousing her insides in another torrent of thick, viscous
fluid.  
  
Finally she stood up on shaky legs. Both of them were covered in sweat and
other fluids. Two thick loads of sperm dripped down Christina's thighs. While
Eric watched, breathing heavily, still recovering, Christina dipped a finger
and traced it along her left thigh, gathering a long stream of cum. She
brought it to her lips, and let her finger sink between them to the second
knuckle, sucking the delicious cum into her mouth noisily.  
  
Eric's flagging cock began to regain strength.  
  
Christina laughed, delighted. It was just like Alice said. Better, even.
"C'mon," she said. "Let's go take a shower, get cleaned up, and then Mommy
will see what she can do about getting that gorgeous cock of yours to stay
down."  
  
"I don't think it ever will go down, not if you keep acting like that, Mom,"
Eric said. He surprised her by leaning over, scooping up a trail of his own
cum with on of his fingers and then feeding it to her himself. As she sucked
greedily on his digit, she reached out to grasp his slick, sticky dick and
felt it getting harder and harder in her palm.  
  
"Mmmm," she cooed around his digit. "If you keep that up, we won't make it to
the shower."  
  
Eric grinned. "I never said I wanted a shower."  
  
"Naughty boy," she said. She gave his erection a playful slap that sent it
bobbing between his legs. She slid out of his arms. He watched her retreat,
admiring her beautiful, curvy body.  
  
Eric suddenly sprang up and rushed towards Christina. She shrieked, surprised,
but still managed to twist away before he could grab her. Laughing, she sped
out of the living room and up the stairs, breasts bouncing and ass flexing.
Eric followed close behind, letting her keep her lead. He could easily have
caught her, wrapped in her arms, and taken her, but he liked watching her
move. He loved hearing her laugh. His mother hadn't laughed like that in a
long, long time. If ever. It made his heart heavy somehow to hear it. But he
smiled widely all the same.  
  
*  
  
Tom left Xybochem, shooed away by his mother, and stopped at a roadside café
for a quick hamburger and shake. He biked his way back to the neighborhood,
taking his time because most of the way was uphill. That made the trip to his
mom's office quicker, but the return was longer. He really wished she would
just buy him a car – or let him get a job, so he could earn enough to buy one
himself.  
  
Most of the time he enjoyed being a kept man. He got all the video games, blu-
rays, and other toys he could ever want, could lounge around, go anywhere or
do anything he wanted, so long as he was available to slip his dick into his
mother whenever she needed it. And she was always ready when he felt the urge,
too, which was often. It was a pretty neat arrangement, all things considered.  
  
He tooled around on his bike for an hour or so, going up and down hills,
exploring the neighborhood. It was a beautiful spring day, he was eighteen
years old and getting his balls drained five times a day, and he didn't have a
care in the world. He was the luckiest man alive, in his estimation.  
  
On his first loop by the Henderson place, he stopped and rang the bell, but
either Eric was asleep, in hiding, or out, because no one answered the door.
Tom puttered around on his bike for another mile or two, getting a decent
workout, and when he looped back towards home, he saw Christina Henderson's
car pulling into the driveway.  
  
He slowed and angled his bike towards the house. He was surprised a little to
see both Eric and Christina get out of the car, and even more surprised to see
them clinging to one another. Eric had his hands all over his mother, and she
him. Tom braked completely. He found himself equal parts fascinated, jealous,
and turned on. While he'd been fucking his own mother for months, it was still
weird to know about and see another incestuous relationship.  
  
Despite himself, Tom felt his dick getting hard.  
  
Christina and Eric tumbled into the house and slammed the front door. Tom sat
on the top of the hill for a little while, waging an inner debate. Finally he
rolled his eyes to the sky and glided soundlessly down the hill. He shoved his
bicycle behind some bushes on the Henderson's front lawn and as stealthily as
he could, circled the house, hoping to get a glimpse of something.  
  
He caught sight of Christina's naked back in a window, and beyond her, Eric.
For a moment, Tom froze in sudden fear, because it looked like Eric was
staring right through the window at Tom. But of course he wasn't – he only had
eyes for his mother. Tom crouched down and eased his way towards the window to
the living room.  
  
Tom watched their first coupling, admiring the lush curves and pale skin and
flushed pink bits on Christina's amazing body, and the masterful way she
manipulated and controlled Eric. He particularly enjoyed watching her body
shiver and shake as Eric ate her out. Then watching them fuck – it was
amazing. Tom had often wondered what someone else would think if they saw him
fucking his own mother, and now he had at least a partial answer. Because he
was horny as fuck. His dick strained against his shorts, and he knew without
looking that the precum dripping from his cock had soaked through his
underwear and his shorts, making a wet spot on the front of them. He couldn't
help reaching down and giving himself a few strokes through his shorts, but
didn't risk pulling his dick out and jerking off. The temptation was great,
however.  
  
When Eric and Christina shifted positions, Tom realized how vulnerable he
really was, standing out in the open by the side of the house. He was lucky
that no one had driven by yet, and doubly lucky that the impassioned mother
and son inside the house hadn't sensed their watcher.  
  
Guilty, horny, shuffling awkwardly with a massive hard-on, Tom duck-walked his
way around the house, grabbed his bike, and walked it back to his home. His
mind was awhirl. Tom now understood what had gotten his mother so hot and
bothered that she had to drag him down to her office for a quickie. He'd never
really thought about how much incestuous couplings aroused him, even though
he'd been part of one for so long, but seeing Eric fuck the living daylights
out of Christina had been one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.  
  
He also really, really, really wanted to fuck Christina now. He wanted to
before, but now, it was like a physical need. Maybe when Eric went back to
East Bumfuck or wherever he lived; Tom's mother had hinted that he might get
his chance with Christina.  
  
Tom was practically drooling at the thought as he let himself into the house.
In a sort of fugue he stripped off all his clothes and made his way upstairs
to the master bedroom. He took a long shower, barely touching his seemingly
perpetual hard-on so as to avoid setting it off. When he was clean and dry he
walked into his mother's bedroom and climbed into her huge bed and sprawled
himself across it. The clock on the nightstand informed him it would be hours
yet before his mother came home. He drifted off thinking of Christina. And his
mother.  
  
Tom awoke to heat and wetness, sucking insistently but gently upon his
hardness. He opened his eyes, looked down the length of his body, and saw his
mother lovingly worshipping his cock.  
  
Her suit jacket, blouse, skirt, and lingerie were scattered across the floor,
between doorway and bed. She lay crosswise across the bed, with one hand
wrapped around the base of his cock, levering it away from his abdomen and
into the sweet prison of her luscious mouth. Her full lips wrapped around his
trunk as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of him into her mouth with
each thrust. Her eyes were closed, hair tucked behind on ear, concentrating on
her task.  
  
He gave his cock a little flex, letting it jump a little in her mouth, and her
eyes opened. They smiled at him, and she slurped her way back up his cock,
letting it fall from her lips. A string of clear liquid, saliva or precum,
connected his cockhead to her lips for just a moment. "Did you enjoy your nap?
You're not mad that Mommy woke you up, are you?"  
  
Tom was in no mood for games. "I saw them, Mom."  
  
Alice's sexy smile faltered a little, confusion twisting her brow. "Saw who?"  
  
"Eric. And Mrs. Henderson. Christina. They were fucking. Fucking like, like,
nothing I'd ever seen."  
  
"You saw them?" Alice said in disbelief. She shuddered in sudden arousal,
causing her big tits to bounce on her chest. Her nipples were already swollen,
hard, begging to be touched. Tom watched her scissor her athletic thighs
together and knew that the thought of her neighbors getting together was
making his mother wet. Very wet.  
  
"What happened?" Alice demanded.  
  
Tom flexed his cock in her fist. A jet of precum sprayed out, dripping down
his length to touch her fingers. "Keep sucking me, and I'll tell you."  
  
Immediately Alice descended, swallowing him whole. Her cheeks hollowed as she
sank deeper, sucking and slurping and licking away at his raging dick. Tom
quickly explained what had happened, how he stumbled across Eric and Christina
coming home and spied on them. She moaned around his cock a few times, dipped
a finger between her legs to play with herself, and let him hit the back of
her throat as he described the furious pounding that Eric gave his mother. It
was at this point that Tom finally let go, and the orgasm that had been
squirming in his balls for hours exploded out of him, a tidal wave of potent
teenage sperm that threatened to drown his mother.  

The first thick spurts, one after the other, jetted straight down her throat.
But she quickly swept up his shuddering, bucking length to let him cum in her
mouth. Forced to swallow, she worked his cock with her hand, urging him along.
He filled up her mouth a second and a third time, and finally she was forced
to release him, coughing up wads of sperm, letting it drip from her lips and
fall onto his legs. His cock still fired away, painting several lines across
her beautiful face before she aimed him at her huge tits. The last few
streamers sprayed into her voluminous cleavage as she twisted, wrapping his
cock between her breasts.  
  
Finally the both of them lay gasping, the boy sweating and overcome, the
mother coated in pearly white cum, eyes glazed with lust and passion.  
  
"And then," Tom finished, "I got out of there before one of them noticed me. I
stayed too long as it was. I came home horny as fuck and you weren't here, so
I guess I fell asleep."  
  
"Jesus, baby," Alice said, scooping up trails of sticky jism with her fingers
and feeding them to herself. "I can hardly believe it. I'm so happy for
Christina. She's wanted this so long. She's tried so hard to tempt Eric, too.
I've been rooting for her."  
  
"I bet," said Tom. "You just want another mother to compare notes with."  
  
Alice smiled at her son, and it was one of her mysterious smiles. Like she
knew more than she was letting on. "What?" Tom asked. "What does that mean?"  
  
"Oh, Tommy, my boy, you have a lot to learn. In the meantime, though, I can
see that you're still as hard as a rock, and Mommy's pussy is very, very
itchy. I need my baby boy deep inside me." She scooped up another wad of cum
from her breast and licked it off her finger. "I want to feel another one of
those geysers of yours pumping into me. Can you do that for Mommy?"  
  
With a growl, Tom twisted on the bed and threw himself at his mother. She
groaned with lust as he kissed her cummy lips, and moved her body where he
wanted her to go, spreading across the bed. Her legs parted, and his huge cock
sawed between them, his cock head grazing her pussy lips. She reached down to
grip him and guide him, pointing his thick mushroom head at her weeping gash.
He jabbed forward, and the first few inches sank home. He hitched back and
thrust again, controlling himself, only letting a little bit more of his
length into her with each thrust.  
  
Alice moaned in frustration, grabbed his ass, wrapped her legs around him and
pulled him into her. Tom grunted as he sank balls deep into his mother's
pussy, while Alice released a crooning cry of jubilation. Then they two began
fucking in earnest. Tom's hips moved like pistons, slamming his cock into his
mother again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust. He drove her
across the bed, until they reached the edge, and were forced to decouple and
reposition.  
  
Alice was able to brace herself against the headboard, but even so her son's
furious pounding pushed her into the pillows. She lost track of things then as
a glorious orgasm blossomed deep within her belly and roiled outward through
her entire body.  
  
"My son," she thought, as she though every time this happened, "my son is
fucking me! And he's fucking me better than anyone else ever has! My boy!" But
this time she added a new thought: "I bet Christina is fucking her son right
now too," and just that thought, helped along by the thick dick plundering her
pussy, set her off on another galloping extended orgasm that left her limbs
weak and her lungs aching.  
  
But her tireless son, having just gotten off in her mouth, was nowhere close
to finishing off yet. He let Alice rest for a few moments, then repositioned
her beneath him, turning her slightly on her side, extending her athletic left
leg up across his chest, tucking her other leg beneath her, and began to fuck
her sidesaddle. Sweat poured off his muscular chest and arms, and his groin
was awash in a mixture of his precum and her fluids.  
  
Alice's tits bounced with each savage thrust, and she gritted her teeth as
another orgasm surged through her. She felt her son kissing her calf, her
heel, and sucking on her big toe, while he hammered away at her weeping pussy.
She was just a flood of moisture at this point, and must have felt loose
indeed to her son, but he never slowed. His eyes burned with fierce, consuming
passion, and for a moment Alice wondered who he was fucking – her or Christina
– but only for a moment. Because a fourth orgasm stole her breath and thoughts
away, and even as the aftershocks were still rumbling through her system, Tom
manhandled her again.  
  
He pulled out, turned her on all fours, pushed her head into the pillow and
raised her plush ass up, and then drilled forward into her pussy. The
different angle allowed his cock to hit different parts of her interior, while
the position allowed him to go just a little bit deeper. The pillow beneath
Alice turned wet with tears and saliva as she moaned open mouthed while her
son brutally fucked her, just the way she liked it.  
  
He planted both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded her firm
backside while he sawed in and out of her. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, "you have
the best ass I have ever seen."  
  
Question answered, she realized. Her mouth shut, her eyes opened, and she
slammed her hips back against him. Her tired pussy muscles tightened around
his rampaging member, and she began to fuck back at her son with sudden
passion and fury.  
  
Tom gripped the globes of her ass so tight, she thought he might leave
bruises, and lurched forward, driving himself deeper. She felt his cock swell
even larger within her, and then his cannon went off, shuddering and bucking
and throbbing, sending an endless supply of virile sperm into her depths. She
teetered on the edge for a half-second, and then as the volley continued
inside her, ropes of creamy cum inundating her womb, Alice's fifth orgasm took
her. She might have screamed her son's name, or tried to, she couldn't
remember. All she knew was that her every nerve ending was one fire, and it
felt like her pussy was a raging inferno, sending sparks and flames through
her body in wave after wave.  
  
When Tom collapsed against her back, gasping, and he slowly withdrew, allowing
her body to relax, Alice felt consciousness drift away.  
  
*  
  
In the shower, Eric expected more love play, but his mother insisted on
cleaning one another first. The master bath had a full shower, large enough
for three or four people, which gave them plenty of room to maneuver without
jabbing elbows or knees or other body parts getting in the way.  
  
Christina stepped under the water first, letting it sluice down her pneumatic
form, then tugged Eric underneath to soak him too. She took her loofa and soap
and began to gently wash her son. When Eric tried to assist she batted at his
hands and smiled at him. "Let me do this, sweetie. And then you can do me."
She laughed. "I mean, you can wash me. And then do me."  
  
They both laughed and Eric impulsively kissed her. She kissed back, then
pushed him away, flicked his nose, and scrubbed him down. Eric stood and let
her work, admiring her beauty, her shape, her scent. His cock grew long and
hard very quickly under her ministrations, and she allowed herself to nudge it
with an elbow, let it bump against her belly, and so on, while she washed him.  
  
Eric couldn't repress a groan when she went to her knees. With a smirk, she
washed his legs, then returned to his cock and balls and anointed them with
soap and water. She set the loofa aside and began to wash him down with her
hands. She cupped his balls and rolled them a little in her palm, while
another hand swept up and down his length. Eric groaned again. She wasn't
washing him now, but obviously jacking him off. She did it expertly, thumb and
forefinger lightly encircling him, the heel of her hand scraping the sensitive
underside. The soap was wiped away in moments, and soon the only lubrication
was Eric's own precum.  
  
"Mom," Eric managed to say, "I thought we were getting clean."  
  
"Mmmm, we are," Christina cooed. "I just wanted to get a little dirtier first.
You have such a beautiful, proud, gorgeous cock, Eric. I want to see it cum. I
want to see you fire off one of those tremendous loads of yours, and I want
you to cover me with your seed. Can you do that for Mommy?"  
  
"Fuck, Mom, what you're doing to me," Eric muttered. He braced himself against
the wall and glass of the shower and thrust his hips a little, driving his
cock through his mother's fingers.  
  
She tickled him just beneath the glans with her thumb and licked her lips.
"Are you getting close, baby? Have you got a treat for Mommy?"  
  
Eric felt the familiar tingle at the base of his cock. His balls bounced
between his legs, and he thrust forward, shearing through his mother's
fingers. His angry cockhead swelled and he felt the semen travel up through
the tube and explode outward in one long trailing jet. The first rope hit
Christina on the chin and sprayed across her lips, nose, cheek, and forehead,
finally settling in her red hair. She aimed the shuddering cock as it spat its
load. Cum splattered across her collarbone, the top of her breasts, her
cleavage, each pendulous globe and nipple. Eric groaned and grunted as his
semen continued to spray, coating his mother in a thick layer of shining white
jism that slid and pooled around on her creamy flesh.  
  
Christina cooed and laughed in joy and lust as her son continued to rain down
cum upon her, a volley of thick, viscous ropes, each one as juicy as the last.
Finally, as his flood subsided, Christina leaned forward and took his cockhead
between her lips, letting the last few drops spill upon her tongue.  
  
Eric stepped backward as his mother stood up on shaky legs. Her entire upper
body was coated in his cum, like frosting on a cake. It slid off her curves,
dripping onto the shower floor. Christina cupped her breasts and rubbed the
semen into her skin, tweaking her own nipples.  
  
She licked cum off her lips. "How many times have you shot off today? And you
can still generate that much?" She laughed with lustful joy. "Whatever it is
you've been eating, I'm going to stock the pantry with it and make sure you
have it every day." She shook her head in disbelief. "Your cum tastes so
good." Putting words to action, she brought her cum smeared hands to her mouth
and sucked jizz off each finger. "Mmmm... it could be an ice cream flavor."  
  
Eric's cock, at half mast following his eruption, slowly began to harden once
more. Christina's eyes widened. "You never stop, do you, sweetie-bear?"  
  
"I don't know what it is, Mom," Eric said hesitantly. "I've never been this
horny before, I guess. I can't stop thinking about fucking you. I just want to
do it over and over and over again."  
  
Christina smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." She stepped under the
shower and let the streaming, steaming water begin to wash away the sheets of
cum coating her body. She turned, showing off her delectable ass, and scrubbed
with her hands. "Grab the loofa, would you dear, and the soap?"  
  
Eric obliged and began to wash his mother down. He started with her shoulders
and back, covering them with a layer of suds before sinking his fingers into
her muscles to massage them. His mother moaned in appreciation and leaned into
him. "You always did have magic fingers."  
  
Eric smiled. He used to give his mother backrubs when he was little. But never
like this. He moved lower, alternating washing and kneading her muscles. There
were knots in her back that he rubbed away, though her body was slick with
soap and water. He moved lower, grabbing her delectable ass with both hands
and giving her cheeks a good squeeze. His mother squealed and turned around,
slipping a little on the surface of the shower floor.  
  
"Magic fingers and grabby hands," she admonished. Eric laughed. He had
released her ass, but now reached out to cup her huge breasts. Her hard
nipples pressed into his palm.  
  
"You have gorgeous breasts, Mom," Eric said. He loved the weight and heft of
them in his hands. Her skin was so smooth to the touch, and the way his
fingers slid over the curve of her breast excited him so much. He squeezed the
loofa over his mother's cleavage, and soapy water poured out over her rack.
Eric grinned and ran his hands over her tits, washing them while feeling her
up at the same time.  
  
Christina watched him, a bemused look on her face. "You always were fascinated
with these," she said. "Even as a baby, you could never get enough of them."  
  
"I can't get enough of them now," Eric said. He flicked a nipple with his
thumb, eliciting a little gasp from Christina. Eric wiped soapy water away
from the hard pink nubbin and bent over, capturing it between his lips. He
suckled, tasting her, teasing her with teeth and tongue and lips.  
  
"Oooh. . . naughty boy," Christina said. "You're supposed to be washing me."  
  
Eric released her nipple. "Like you washed me, Mom?"  
  
She nodded, cheeks flushed. Eric grinned and went lower.  
  
He washed her smooth belly, her creamy thighs and strong calves. He rubbed the
loofa across her neatly trimmed bush and lightly rubbed her pussy lips. They
were pink and swollen, and gleamed wetly before the loofa touched them. Eric
tossed the loofa aside and put his hand against her mound. He felt her heat
against his palm. He spread her lips with two fingers and began to caress her
folds. Christina planted a hand on his shoulder and spread her legs slightly.  
  
He teased and caressed, and massaged the small nubbin at the apex of her gash.
Christina mewed and rolled her hips in little circles. Eric stood up, cupping
her, and slipped a finger into her pussy. He curled it up into her, hunting,
seeking, probing. He found a small patch of ridged flesh and manipulated it
with his fingertip. Christina pressed her tits against his chest, almost
flattening them, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her hips moved faster
now, as did his hand. Her breath came in little gasps, and she started making
little cooing noises when his thumb found her clit and began to roll over it
again and again.  
  
Christina gripped his forearm, locking him in place. As if he was going
anywhere. Her hips circled again, and then she was coming. A flood of fluid
coated his hand, and he felt her teeth sinking into his shoulder, hard enough
to draw blood.  
  
Eric held his mother for long moments as her gorgeous body shivered and shook.
Even when she quieted, and folded into him, kissing his shoulder where she bit
him, he held her. He could feel her heart thundering in her chest, and knew
his was an echo. She kissed up from his shoulder, across his collarbone and
throat and chin and his lips.  
  
"That was good," she said needlessly. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you
ready for more? Are you ready to fuck Mommy again?"  
  
Eric kissed her. "Always."  
  
She smiled one of those dazzling smiles of hers. "Let's go to bed."  
  
Eric followed his mother into her bedroom. He watched, bemused, as she slipped
on a short robe. She went around, pulling drapes and lighting candles, while
Eric climbed up onto her enormous king-sized bed with its plush comforter and
multiple pillows.  
  
He lay back against the headboard and spread his arms, admiring the way her
robe parted, showing cleavage, how her tits swung happily beneath the thin
material, and how the hem rose up to show off the globes of her ass and a
glimpse of her pussy. Eric didn't know why this was hotter than just admiring
her nude form, and he didn't want to analyze it. He just enjoyed it.  
  
When the room was sufficiently lit, Christina shrugged out of the little robe.
It slid off her curves and pooled at her feet. With a sultry smile, she
climbed up onto the bed on all fours and approached her son.  
  
Christina nudged his ankles and he parted his legs. She slid between them, and
then knelt in front of his crotch. She placed her hands on his hips and leaned
forward. Her big tits swung on her chest. Eric couldn't resist reaching out to
cup them.  
  
"Your... breasts are so beautiful, Mom," Eric said.  
  
She laughed, delighted. "Thank you, baby." Her slim fingers encircled his
rampant erection. "But you can call them 'tits' if you want."  
  
It was Eric's turn to laugh. "I guess so," he admitted. "It's just a little
weird to use that kind of language in front of your mother."  
  
Christina began to slowly slide her hands up and down Eric's huge cock.
"Sweetie-bear, you've had your cock inside me, you've busted your nut down my
throat, in my pussy, and across my tits, and you've brought me off so many
times I've lost count. We crossed naughty language off the list of taboos a
long, long time ago."  
  
Eric actually blushed. He felt the heat on his cheeks, but before he could get
more embarrassed, his mother leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
"You're adorable," she said. She spread her legs, straddling his hips, and
aimed his cock at her pussy.  
  
The mushroom head of his cock nudged up against her moist, engorged pussy
lips. She moved his dick backward and forward, dragging the cockhead through
her cleft, anointing it with her juices. His own precum mixed with her fluids
as he began to drip copiously himself.  
  
"So hard for Mommy," Christina cooed. "Are Mommy's big tits making you hard?
Or is it Mommy's wet pussy? Do you want to fuck me, son? Do you want to slide
your hard prick into Mommy's dripping pussy and make me come over and over
again?"  
  
Eric groaned. "Yes, Mom, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you." His hands
found her hips, and would have tugged her downward, spearing her on his lance,
but she held firm. She continued to tease him, dragging his aching cockhead
through her wet furrow.  
  
Christina moaned. Her hips swayed, making little circles. It felt like her
pussy lips were nipping at his cock. "Oh, sweetie-bear, I want that too. I
want to feel my son's big hard penis thrusting into me, and I want to feel it
swell and thicken inside me, and I want to – ooohhhh!"  
  
Enough teasing. With a growl, Eric tugged harder. His mother's pussy opened up
for him and he drive into her. Gravity and Eric's hips did the work, burying
his raging cock balls deep in his mother. Her hands fell onto his shoulders,
her fingers digging into his flesh, squeezing hard as Eric pierced the very
core of her existence. Her cry of shock turned into a shriek of pleasure as
she suddenly orgasmed.  
  
Eric held tight to his mother's hips and began to thrust upward into her. Her
heavy tits swung wildly with each jab, until Eric curled up into them and
buried his head in her cleavage. He inhaled sharply the delectable scent of
his mother, and finally felt her begin to fuck back at him. She rose up on his
length and drove downward, engulfing him. Her pussy nipped at him, her folds
tightened around his swollen length, her fluids soaking into his aching
hardness, dripping out onto his crotch and balls.  
  
Eric shifted his grip, grabbing his mother's plush, full ass. He kneaded the
pale flesh, delighting in how it gave against his hands and pushed back
against his palms. His cock slammed into her over and over again, feeling his
cockhead bumping against something deep inside her. Christina mewled and
cooed, reduced to making nonsense sounds as her son fucked into her
repeatedly.  
  
Eric trapped a pink nipple between his lips and suckled, a little harder than
he intended, but Christina didn't seem to mind. Her hips moved faster the
harder he sucked. He felt her pussy tightened around his rod once more, and
her body shook above him. She moaned incoherently, although he thought he
heard his name mentioned at least once.  
  
She slumped against him briefly, kissing the top of his head. She pulled away,
kissed his forehead, his nose, his eyes, his lips. "That was a big one," she
gasped. She moved her hips. "I've had a lot of big ones today."  

"I have big one on its way," Eric said, breathing heavily.  
  
"Oh fuck, baby, you treat Mommy so well." She arched her back a little, giving
him her tits again. He licked between them, kissed each globe, and grabbed
another nipple with his lips. He suckled and kissed and bit slightly.
Christina howled, her hips slamming into Eric's again and again.  
  
Eric felt the pressure building at the base of his cock. His hands left his
mother's plush ass and gripped her hips again. He pulled her down against him,
striving upward, trying to drive himself deeper. He wanted to be deep, deep
inside when he finally tripped the trigger. Her pussy walls clamped down hard
around him, her hips twisted a little, dragging her pink folds around him, and
he was done. Eric roared, slammed his hips upward, and his cock exploded.
Streamer after streamer of virile, teenage cum pounded the roof of Christina's
womb, filling her to the brim. Still he came. With nowhere else to go,
silvery-white fluid dripped from the lips of her pussy, staining Eric's cock
and balls. Still he came, jetting thick, viscous wads of cum into his mother.  
  
Atop him, Christina shuddered and writhed. Each jet seemed to set off a mini-
orgasm in her. Every nerve ending screamed in pleasure. Tears of joy slid from
her eyes, and a soundless cry erupted from her lips. She couldn't breathe, and
didn't want to. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, consumed by lust for
her own son.  
  
Finally, gasping, drained, limbs limp and wrung out, the two of them collapsed
on the bed. Still connected by cock and pussy, mother and son held one another
close, each enjoying the aftershocks of a mind-bending climax.  
  
Eric kissed his mother on her full, red lips. "I love you, Mom."  
  
Christina snuggled closer against her son. "I love you too, Eric, more than
you will ever know."  
  
Deep inside her, Eric flexed his semi-hard cock. Christina "eeked" and
shuddered again. "Don't do that," she hissed. Eric laughed and kissed her
again.




        Ever Notice? Ch. 06


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
CHAPTER SIX  
  
Eric and Christina cuddled for a while, getting their breath back. But
eventually someone's stomach rumbled, and they extricated themselves from the
tangle of sheets, threw on some modicum of clothing, and went down to the
kitchen. Christina reheated some of the steak from the other night for Eric,
and made some buttered pasta and a quickly tossed salad.  
  
When Eric offered to split the steak with his mother, Christina giggled. "I've
had enough protein today, thank you." Her hand dropped to his thigh and
caressed him. "And I might have a snack or two before bed."  
  
Eric blushed and shoveled food into his mouth.  
  
When Christina piled the dishes into the sink, Eric came up behind her and
cupped her breasts under her thin t-shirt, the only article of clothing she
wore. Christina arched her back, shoving her ass into his hardening dick and
her tits into his palms. Her head nestled into his shoulder and she turned to
kiss his chin and cheek.  
  
Eric kissed her back, his hands roaming down her smooth stomach to grip the
hem of the shirt which rode low on her hips. He started peeling it up her
body, and in a moment, his mother was once more naked in his arms. She giggled
throatily as he pulled her down onto the kitchen floor. She pulled his boxers
off, freeing his enormous hard-on.  
  
They didn't speak. Just grunted and cooed, gasped and sighed, as Eric's thick
fuck-tool buried itself to the hilt inside his mother's steaming snatch.
Christina spread her legs wide, and Eric, gripping her calves, began to pound
in and out of his mother. Christina soon began to thrash beneath him, her
climax coming quickly, and Eric was able to coax two more out of her before he
dumped another load deep inside his mother.  
  
The dishes forgotten, they made their way through the house, pausing to fuck
in as many rooms as possible on the way back to Christina's bedroom. By the
time they made it to her bed, exhausted, sweaty, and spent, it was late.
Neither of them had the energy to fuck again. Instead they curled into one
another's arms and each of them fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.  
  
*  
  
Down the street, the Parks had a similarly eventful night. After waking from
the dreamless sleep that followed their furious fucking, Alice slid out from
under her dozing son, pulled on a robe, and went to make dinner. She shook Tom
awake before heading down to the kitchen, and the boy gradually roused
himself.  
  
Alice threw some leftovers in the wok, added some noodles, and opened a bottle
of red wine.  
  
Tom came down eventually, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. He smiled, kissed
his mother on her cheek, caressed her ass, and set the table without being
asked. Alice smiled at her son's solicitude. He could be helpful when he
wanted something.  
  
They ate dinner in comfortable silence. Alice dragged her chair next to Tom's
and twined her leg around his. He draped an arm over her shoulder. "S'good,
Mom," he said, with his mouth full.  
  
"Chew with your mouth closed, dear," Alice admonished. "And thank you. It's
not much, really."  
  
"Tastes good," Tom said. "You're a good cook, Mom."  
  
Alice kissed him on the cheek. When they finished dinner, Alice left Tom to
deal with the dishes and went upstairs to change.  
  
Tom whispered tunelessly as he filled the dish washer. Despite his outward
calmness, inside he was a whirl of emotions. Confusion, lust, love, jealousy,
guilt, all bounced around inside his head. He wanted to fuck Christina
Henderson, but he also felt like he was more than a little bit in love with
his own mom. It bothered him that she didn't seem to be bothered by the fact
that he wanted to be with another woman. And he was jealous of Eric for
getting to fuck Christina, while also jealous that his mother wanted to fuck
Eric. It all made him feel stupid and childish and bitter and confused.  
  
With a sigh and a grunt he collapsed into an easy chair in the living room. He
sank his head into his hands and tried not to think about things, but whenever
he closed his eyes, he saw Christina writhing on the end of Eric's dick. Which
made him pretty excited. But then Christina would morph into Alice, which made
him pretty irritated. He also was beginning to suspect that maybe Eric
wouldn't be cool with him tapping Christina, either. This whole thing was
beginning to feel a little off.  
  
Tom sighed again. Like fucking your own mother wasn't off to begin with.  
  
Suddenly he realized that he was alone in the living room. His mother had gone
upstairs some time ago and not returned. He wondered how long he had sat in
the darkened room, letting his thoughts get away from himself.  
  
Tom rose and headed upstairs. The second floor was dark, but he saw a sliver
of light emanating from his mother's room. Her door was half closed. Tom
approached.  
  
Framed by the doorway, Alice sat at her vanity, clad in a diaphanous pale blue
gown. It was open, revealing that she wore a delicate bra, panty, and hose
combination in a rich turquoise. The lingerie was designed to conceal little,
while revealing a great deal. Her long hair was swept up and pinned back, her
makeup subtle but artfully applied. She looked gorgeous, although the look was
marred somewhat by the annoyance writ across her pretty face.  
  
"Took your time," she whispered, but then raised her voice. "Oh, Tommy, I
didn't see you there." She moved to sort of cover up herself with the gown,
but twisted on the seat at the same time to give him a look at her long, toned
legs in their bright thigh-highs.  
  
"I was just getting ready for bed," she continued, her tone gradually warming
and taking on more playfulness. She stood up, again displayed more charms than
she hid, flashing an acre of delicious cleavage at him as she bent over
slightly while rising, her heavy tits swaying pendulously on her chest. She
reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting the dark locks spill
invitingly down her back. "I didn't mean to leave the door open so far."  
  
Alice approached the door, giving her hips an exaggerated sway with each step.
"Why, Tommy, you're looking at me so strangely. If you weren't my son, I'd say
you were checking me out. I know I'm wearing just my underwear, but a son
shouldn't look at his own mother in that way."  
  
Slowly Tom smiled. He was back on familiar ground. The doubts and insecurities
faded into the background. Alice was going through one of her little
roleplaying sessions, playing the startled but aroused mother. She did this
every once in a while, and it never failed to get Tom excited. "Uh, sorry
Mom," he said. "I just can't help it. You're just so hot."  
  
Alice's eyes widened theatrically. She placed an arm across her bra clad
breasts and a hand across the front of her panties, as if she could deflect
her son's burning gaze. "Sons aren't supposed to say those kinds of things,
either." She made as if to close the door all the way, forced to unveil her
tremendous tits barely restrained in her bra to do so.  
  
Tom put a hand up to keep the door open. He pushed only a little, and it swung
open widely. Alice retreated. She tried to look afraid and uncertain, but
couldn't quite pull it off. Her full lips kept pulling into a smile.  
  
"Oh!" she said. "Tommy, that's not proper behavior for a good son. I know
you've been sneaking peeks at me now and then, but I never expected you to be
so... so... forceful." Her breasts heaved as her breathing increased.  
  
"You're right, Mom. I have been sneaking peeks. I can't help it. Your huge
tits and tight ass make me so hard, Mom. I just have to look at you. Every
night I go to bed thinking of you, thinking of what I want to do to you."  
  
Alice blinked. Tom could see a tiny wet spot forming at the front of her thin
panties. He knew her industrial strength bra hid her hardening nipples, but
the way her tits rose and fell on her chest, he also knew those nipples were
awfully hard.  
  
But then she changed the script. "And... how long have you been thinking of
doing these 'awful' things to me?"  
  
Tom paused. Some of those uncertain feelings suddenly swam out of the
background. Some part of him, threatened perhaps by the presence of Eric and
his mother's obvious and declared attraction to him, made Tom give his mother
an honest answer for once.  
  
"About... about five years," he said. The tone of his voice changed, away from
the playful banter, towards his normal speaking voice. Alice's eyes narrowed
and she suddenly cocked her head. "You probably don't remember the actual day
yourself, but it was a little after dad left. You were just getting back into
the dating scene, with that first guy. Gary. Gary Whathisname."  
  
"Thorndike," Alice said softly. She was watching Tom intently. She crossed her
arms beneath her breasts, playfulness evaporating, suddenly serious.  
  
"Yeah, Thorndike," Tom agreed. "Anyway, I was shooting hoops in the driveway
by myself one sunny Saturday afternoon in the month of July, and you came out
of the house with a dog-eared paperback, a bottle of suntan lotion, and a
folding chair. You had this silly floppy hat on, and those bugeye glasses of
yours, and you were wrapped in one of those old beach towels we used to have."  
  
"With the rainbow stripes," Alice said.  
  
"That's the one," Tom said. "Anyway, I just dribbled the ball and attempted a
few shots, but out of the corner of my eye I watched you set up the chair and
the book and the lotion. And then you unfurled the towel and set it down at
the base of the chair, and I saw what you were wearing underneath, and Jesus
Christ, Mom, I'm pretty sure I started puberty then and there."  
  
Alice blushed. She thought she might know what he was talking about. "Oh my
God, Thomas, I do remember that day. That old black bikini I had from, oh,
before you were born. I was too fat to wear it in public, but I wanted to work
on my tan. I hoped it would impress that jerk Gary."  
  
"You weren't fat, Mom," Tom said. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you look
fantastic and fit now, but you looked great in that suit. Plump, but in a good
way. Your big breasts and big butt, the way it stretched the material." Tom
was turning red, but Alice could see the front of his boxers tenting outward.  
  
"And then you started to put the suntan lotion on." Tom looked up, as if
beseeching the heavens. "I've been a goner ever since. I've been a twisted,
horny, mother-obsessed little boy."  
  
Alice stepped towards Tom and took his arms in hers. She slid into them,
pressing her big breasts against her son's strong chest. She rested her cheek
against his. "Why didn't you ever tell me? We've been lovers for almost half a
year, and you've never mentioned this before today."  
  
Tom drew in a long, raggedy breath. Alice held him, wondering. "I guess," he
started, "I guess I'm just a little worried. I mean, I've been talking about
fucking Christina, and you've been talking about banging Eric, and I don't
want things to change between us. I want you to know how much you mean to me.
How much I love you, and love being with you."  
  
"Oh honey," Alice said. She kissed him on the lips. "You don't have to worry
about that. I love you too, very much, even if you do drive me crazy most of
the time.  
  
"I'm a little jealous about your obsession with Christina, and maybe my
nonchalance regarding Eric is part of my way of dealing with it. But let's be
realistic. I'm your mother. What we have is great, and its fun, and I cherish
it. But it can't last forever. You're going to have to find another woman
sooner or later, and I'm going to have to be able to deal with it.  
  
"If the first 'other' woman you're with is one of my good friends, and I'm
there to see it and maybe even participate a little, it will be easier for
me." Alice sighed. "I guess we should have talked this over a little bit more,
huh?"  
  
"Yeah, that would have been good. But we're talking now, aren't we?"  
  
Alice kissed Tom again. "It's hard sometimes, forgetting that I'm your mother,
and thinking that I alone know what's best for you. I've been making decisions
for you for so long, its second nature. But I can't do that for you anymore.
Our relationship isn't like that now, and never will be again, will it?"  
  
"Mom, you'll always be my mom. And you'll always be the person I love most. I
honestly... I don't see myself finding another woman ever. No one could
replace you."  
  
Alice smiled, but it was a sad kind of smile. "You say that now," she stared
to say, thinking of what she would look like in another ten or fifteen or
twenty years. Thinking that she might like grandchildren some day – some day
far away.  
  
But Tom silenced her with a kiss. "No one," he said.  
  
"Thank you, baby," Alice said. She blinked back sudden tears. "Argh, don't
make me cry, you little hooligan. You'll ruin my makeup."  
  
"Sorry, Mom," Tom said with a little laugh.  
  
"Is this what you were thinking about downstairs? Is this why you kept me
waiting so long?"  
  
"Uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry about that."  
  
Alice smiled again, a happier smile this time. "No, that's okay." She plucked
at the edges of her gown, pulling it up and away from her body. "I guess the
mood for this game is dead. I really like this set, too."  
  
Tom's strong hands wound around her waist. "I was just going to peel it off,
anyway," he said, kissing her lightly.  
  
Alice let his hands roam over her body, moving up to cup her breasts. "What
did you do after you watched me?" she asked. She couldn't remember. She
recalled coating herself in lotion and picking up her book, and possibly
falling asleep in the warm drone of the summer day.  
  
"That day?" Tom asked. Alice grunted affirmation. "I went up to my room and
looked at you for what seemed like forever from my window. I would have jerked
off all over myself if I knew how that worked then. Instead I just watched you
and touched my hard dick through my shorts and felt really, really guilty."  
  
"Poor baby," Alice mewed. "If I had known then, I might have... huh."  
  
"What?"  
  
Alice gently pushed her son away. "Go to your room."  
  
"What?" Tom repeated, somewhat sharply.  
  
Alice gave him a slow wink and curled her full lips up into a sensuous smile.
"Go to your room. I have an idea. Don't worry baby, I'll be along in a minute
or two."  
  
Tom looked at his mother for a few seconds, his brows knit together. "Okay,"
he finally said, and somewhat dubiously. "I'll be waiting for you."  
  
Tom dutifully retreated to his bedroom. He flipped on a light, pulled the
blinds, whipped off his t-shirt, and threw himself into the middle of his
queen-sized bed. He folded his arms behind his head and waited. And waited.
And waited.  
  
As the clock on his nightstand slowly changed, Tom grew gradually more
irritated. What was taking so long? What was she doing? He had half a mind to
get up, go down the hall, throw his mother on her bed and fuck the shit out of
her.  
  
He had just about reached the end of his patience and was about to get up and
do something – anything – when he heard a light knock at his door. "Yes?" he
said, a little more sharply than he had intended.  
  
"Tommy?" his mother's voice came through the door. "Are you in there?"  
  
"Yes," he said, exasperated.  
  
"Can I come in?" she asked.  
  
Tom grumbled to himself. She was back to playing some game. Fine, he would
play along. "Uh, I guess so."  
  
Slowly the door opened, and Alice stepped into the room. Despite himself,
Tom's jaw dropped open. Alice wore her sunglasses on the top of her head,
pinning her hair back, and had shucked her turquoise lingerie for the black
bikini. The ties were longer on her than it used to be, as she really had lost
considerable weight, but the triangles over her breasts still strained to
contain the massive spheres of flesh, and the triangle of fabric between her
legs still molded itself perfectly to the contours of her pussy. Tom also
caught the scent of cocoa butter, and knew that his mother had thrown on some
suntan lotion to complete the effect.  
  
And that effect was a nearly instant, almost painful erection that left Tom
momentarily dizzy.  
  
"Oh!" Alice said in mock surprise, surveying her son lying on his bed in
nothing but a pair of boxers. The tent growing at his crotch was impossible to
ignore.  
  
"Is everything okay?" Alice asked tentatively.  
  
"Uh, yeah. Of course," Tom said. "Why wouldn't it be?"  
  
"Well, you ran into the house so quickly. I mean, your basketball didn't even
stop bouncing after you dropped it before the back door slammed closed behind
you. I thought maybe you hurt yourself."  
  
"Oh," Tom said. "Oh my fucking God, Mom, you are the greatest," he added,
somewhat softer. She lit up, beaming at him with an enormous smile. Tom
fumbled with his next line, eventually coming up with, "Um, uh, no I'm okay.
Nothing wrong."  
  
Alice slid across the floor on bare feet and half-turned to sit herself down
on the edge of Tom's bed. Her hips were in line with his, just a few inches
apart. "Then what made you run in the house so quickly?"  
  
"I don't... uh... I saw a bee?"  
  
Alice laughed lightly. "I'm not sure I believe you." Her hand nudged his hip,
causing the erection mostly trapped by his boxers to sway a little. The motion
also caused Alice's large tits to sway enticingly in their bikini prison. Her
nipples dented the fabric. "What is this? Were you masturbating, Thomas?"  
  
"What would give you that idea?" Tom said lamely.  
  
"The fact that you're half-naked on your bed, with what looks like a painful
erection? You can tell me, you know, its okay. Everyone does it." She shifted
slightly, allowing one arm to cross his hips, a flat hand to lie across the
bed to balance her as she turned at the waist to face him. Her barely
contained breasts heaved against the bikini top. Tom's eyes were drawn to them
like magnets.  
  
"So where's the magazine? Or were you looking at something naughty on your
phone?"  
  
"What?" Tom said. He pulled his eyes away from his mother's amazing tits and
looked at the curious look on her face. "I don't have any of that stuff."  
  
"Then what were you looking at that made you all... horny?" Alice said the
last word with a girlish giggle.  
  
The hole at the front of Tom's boxers opened, allowing the iron-hard stalk of
his cock to be glimpsed. Alice licked her lips. There were noticeable dark
spots on the front of Tom's boxers as his precum soaked into the fabric. "Were
you... oh, Tommy, you naughty boy. Were you looking at Mommy putting her
lotion on? Is that what got you all hot and bothered?"  
  
Tom nodded. "Oh, yes Mommy. Yes, I'm afraid that's exactly what happened."  
  
She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly, but said, "Young men
shouldn't be looking at their mothers like that. It's inappropriate. I know
that having a sexy, young mommy with a huge rack must be very distracting for
you, but sons and mothers are not supposed to have sexual thoughts about one
another. It's very wrong."  
  
"Why does it feel so right, Mom?"  
  
Alice smiled sweetly. She looked down at Tom's crotch, and pretended to notice
his situation for the first time. "Oh my goodness, Tommy!" she said
dramatically. Still bracing herself with her left hand, she reached out
tentatively with her right to touch his cock through the thin material of his
boxers. "You're so very hard, son. And oh so very big."  
  
Deftly, Alice reached into the opening and fished out Tom's rampant cock. It
stood up proudly, defiantly, from his boxers, a long column of angry aroused
flesh, with a thick reddish-purple head that dripped with clear fluid. Tom
flexed, and his cock jumped, squirting a dollop of fluid from the tip. Alice's
slim fingers instinctively curled around the root, leaving much of the prick
exposed. She marveled theatrically, titanic bosom heaving.  

"Did watching Mommy do this to you?" Alice asked. Tom grunted assent. Her hand
slowly swept up his length, and her thumb caressed his cockhead, squeezing
more precum out and spreading it around. "Oh, I feel terrible causing you all
this trouble. Do you want Mommy to help you with this?"  
  
"Are you sure, Mommy?" Thomas asked with a grimace of pleasure. "I thought
this was wrong and naughty."  
  
"Oh, it is baby. But sometimes wrong and naughty can be fun." And she swept
her hand back down his cock, causing it to throb in her fist.  
  
"Okay, Mom. Okay, you can help me. But, uh, can I see your tits while you jerk
me off?"  
  
Alice smiled broadly. "Oh, baby, Mommy isn't going to jerk you off." With
that, her head dropped, her mouth opened wide, and his cock slid between her
lips. Warmth and moisture enveloped him as her lips tightened their seal
around his flesh. He saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked at him. As she
started to blow him, she released her hold on his dick and reached up to the
tie at the back of her neck, pulling the string loose, then the one behind her
back. Tom helped her pull the top off, freeing her magnificent breasts with
their hard, dark nipples.  
  
Wet sucking sounds echoed in Tom's room as his mother slurped him deeper into
her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first, but gaining speed
with each passing moment. Saliva and precum slid down his length to drip onto
his shorts.  
  
Tom palmed his mom's tits. He cupped and caressed them, teased and pinched her
nipples, delighting in their size and heft, and the feel of her soft, silky
skin. He reached down and pulled the tie on her hip. Alice shifted on the bed,
slowly fucking his cock with her mouth, and allowed Tom access to her other
hip. In a moment, he was pealing her bottoms off and tossing them to the
floor.  
  
Tom slid a finger between her lips. His mother was wet and eager, swallowing
his digit easily. He teased her folds, adding a second finger and then a third
to the invasion. She stretched to accommodate him, and her juices soaked his
hand. He started to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy.
Alice's hips swayed back and forth, urging him on.  
  
Alice released him from her mouth, just long enough to awkwardly tug his
boxers down his legs. She devoured him once more, looking at him with large,
dark, lust-glazed eyes as his stalk sank into her mouth and her lips stretched
wide to take him in. His cock was red with her lipstick, and her mascara was
smudging, but she didn't seem too concerned about that anymore. Alice cupped
her son's large and heavy balls, lightly caressing his testicles as if
weighing them and judging how much seed they held.  
  
With a sucking sound she let him go again. Saliva and precum dripped from her
lips and coated his cockhead. "Oh baby, do you have a thick creamy load in
there for Mommy? Are you going to shoot off in my mouth? Is this what you
thought about while you watched Mommy rub lotion all over her big tits and
long legs? Is this what made you run in the house?"  
  
"Yeah, Mom," Tom said. He spread his fingers slightly, deep inside her, and
she gasped, hitching her hips back at his hand. "I thought about sticking my
dick where my hand is, too."  
  
Alice's eyes widened in mock-shock. "We've already gone too far, baby.
Shooting your load in Mommy's mouth will have to be enough. Mothers and sons
shouldn't ever fuck one another, baby, it's just wrong. Oh God, even if your
hand does feel really good." She dropped her head, long tongue snaking out to
lick his rampant cock from root to tip. Tom throbbed hungrily, squeezing out a
thick dollop of precum that Alice eagerly lapped up.  
  
"I don't think a blowjob will be enough, Mommy," Tom said. "I'm really horny,
and you're so hot and stuff, and I really, really want to fuck you."  
  
Alice rolled her eyes at his attempt at banter. But she winked, and said, "I'm
not even sure I could get this big thing into Mommy's little pussy."  
  
Tom laughed at that thought. "I'll just have to get you ready, Mom," he said,
spreading his fingers inside her again.  
  
Alice moaned and swallowed him whole. She began to fuck his cock with her
mouth in earnest. Her cheeks alternately hollowed and ballooned as she
swallowed and released him. Her throat flexed as his throbbing hardness went
deeper and deeper. Her nose sank into his pubic curls while the last few
inches of his dick sank into her tight, wet, constricting throat. She held him
there for long moments, fighting her gag reflex, until finally sweeping back
up his dick until only the tip remained in her mouth. She took long,
shuddering breaths through flaring nostrils, then sank downward again. She did
this a few more times, each time bringing him closer to the edge, before
finally settling back and only taking the first six inches or so.  
  
She teased his balls with one hand and gripped the base of him with the other.
She rubbed his cockhead against her cheeks and bathed him with her tongue. All
the while Tom throbbed and flexed his cock, jetting a gallon or more of precum
into his mother's mouth and down her throat.  
  
Then at last, while her hand slowly jerked him and her mouth caressed the rest
of him, Tom finally plunged over the edge. His dick swelled in Alice's mouth
and his hips rose up off the bed and he was cumming. Thick wads of pearly
white cum jetted from the angry head of his cock. The first ropes sprayed
almost directly down Alice's throat, almost choking her, but she pulled back
until only his cockhead was trapped between his lips, and let the rest of his
climax wash over her tongue. He shuddered and groaned again and again, his
thick spray spiraling outward in viscous curls that filled her cheeks and
forced her, gamely, to swallow.  
  
All the while she continued to slowly jack his dick and caress his balls,
which only served to prolong his eruption. He sprayed and sprayed and sprayed,
so much that he thought he was either going to pass out or have his dick fall
off. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and it only began to
subside when he literally saw stars.  
  
Tom fell back against the pillows on his bed, gasping for breath. His chest
was slick with sweat, his left hand slick with his mother's juices, and his
dick was still spasming slightly as his mother continued to nurse from it. She
sucked the last dregs of his orgasm into her mouth and swallowed noisily,
happily. She released his dick, still hard, and it slapped against his
abdomen.  
  
Alice was still swallowing, licking her lips, running her tongue over her
teeth, trying to make sure she got all of her son's thick, creamy cum. "That
was such a big, delicious load, Tommy. You shouldn't need Mommy's help again
for a good long while."  
  
Tom chuckled a bit. She was still in character, even after all that. She
really was a rather amazing woman, and he was so damned lucky. Still trying to
catch his breath, he said, "Look again, Mommy. I'm still hard."  
  
"Oh my goodness!" Alice exclaimed. "You're right! I was sure that having Mommy
suck you off would do the trick." She shifted on the bed, sitting up,
spreading her legs, straddling her son. "Whatever can we do? How can we get
your big, delicious cock to settle down?" Alice cupped her huge tits and
flicked her nipples.  
  
"I think we're going to have to... do you still have your sunglasses on?"  
  
"Do I? Holy shit, I do." Alice laughed as she pulled them off her head and
leaned across Tom to set them on his nightstand. "I have no idea how those
stayed on through that. I guess I'm better than I thought." She laughed again.  
  
"Where were we?"  
  
"I was just about to suggest that we put my 'big, delicious' cock into your
tight, little pussy and see what happens."  
  
His mother caught up the thread of the game once more. "Oh, Tommy, but that
would be very, very naughty indeed. It's bad enough that your mother sucked
her son's cock into her mouth and swallowed his huge load, and now you want to
fuck her? You want to slide that long, thick cock inside Mommy and thrust away
until both of us melt from lust and desire?"  
  
"Well, when you put it that way, how could I not want it?"  
  
"Oh, I know, baby. Truth is, Mommy wants it too. She wants it very badly. But
it's so wrong."  
  
Tom settled his hands on his mother's waist. He half lifted her up over him,
allowing his cock to drag across her belly and nudge against her wet, weeping
pussy. Alice helped him by bracing her arms against the bed and raising her
delectable ass. This had the added benefit of thrusting her huge tits into
Tom's face. He kissed the right tit and licked his way down to her nipple,
catching it between his lips to give it a light suckle.  
  
"Who says its wrong, Mom? There's no one here but you and me, and no one else
ever has to know. Don't you want to help me, Mom? Don't you love me?"  
  
"Of course I love you, you're my son." Alice was already wrapping her slim
fingers around Tom's cock and guiding his cockhead to her lips. She levered
him slightly back and forth, coating him with her juices before setting him
right against her pussy. Slowly she sank down, opening up to welcome her son's
hard cock. Tom held still. His hips wanted to drive up into her, but he also
wanted to enjoy the sensation of being slowly swallowed by his mother's pussy.  
  
Alice's groan started deep and rose several octaves higher as his thickness
pierced her, until her hips settled down on top of him and he was completely
enveloped within her warm, wet folds. "Oh God," she whined. "My own son is
inside me."  
  
"How does that feel, Mom?"  
  
Alice looked him in the eye. "It feel fantastic, son. Now fuck your mother.
Fuck me hard."  
  
Tom's hands slid off her waist to cup her firm, bouncy ass. He thrust his hips
upward, lifting his mother off the bed. She cried out, grabbed his shoulders,
and slammed her hips back at him. Alice's huge breasts swung back and forth on
her chest, almost bouncing off of Tom's sweating face, as she rode him. He
nuzzled his head into the space between them and kissed her breastbone. His
cock hammered into her over and over.  
  
This feeling never got old. The only time he didn't miss it was when it was
happening. Her heat, her wetness, the tightness of her folds. The scent of her
washing over him, the feel of her warm, soft body against his. The way she fit
around him, and him within her. It was almost magical. It was pure enough to
make a lesser man think foolish, romantic thoughts.  
  
Alice moaned. Her eyes were closed. She hunched over Tom, hands gripping him
tightly.  
  
Tom let his hands slide up her ass to grip her waist once more. With a little
effort, he twisted the two of them, flipping his mother over onto her back. He
never paused in his thrusting, driving deeper and deeper into her with every
fierce, hungry jab. Alice screamed. Her fingers sank into Tom's skin, her
thighs tightened around him, her breasts heaved. She climaxed for long,
shuddering moments. Tom slowed down, letting her ride it out, but he didn't
stop completely. His cock urged her along, extending her orgasm, drawing it
out.  
  
The next one came quick on the first. Alice threw her head back and howled,
her hair draping down to the floor off the side of the bed. Their thrusting,
writhing bodies had been driven sideways across the surface of Tom's bed.
Alice enjoyed her climax but as it started to lessen, she stopped Tom and they
shifted on the bed once more, lying perpendicular to the headboard.  
  
Alice braced her forearms against the board and fucked her hips back at Tom as
he slammed into her, relentlessly, tirelessly, his long thick cock pistoning
in and out of his mother's abused pussy without surcease. Alice's heels beat a
tattoo against her son's ass. She grabbed the back of his sweat soaked head
and dragged his lips down to hers for a long, passionate kiss.  
  
"Getting close again," she gasped. "Are you getting close baby? Are you ready
to pump a hot load of cum in Mommy's pussy?"  
  
Tom grunted. He arched his back and palmed her huge breasts, spreading his
long fingered hands across them. His hips thrust forward and back, his length
sluicing between her weeping lips.  
  
"I'm such a nasty slut Mommy. I want my son to cum in me. I want my son to cum
inside my slutty Mommy pussy. I want to feel my son fucking come deep inside –
Holy fuck, baby!" Alice's dirty talk dissolved in a wail as Tom's cock
erupted. He roared, squeezing her tits hard enough to leave marks, and his
cock, jammed hard into her heated depths, bucked and throbbed and jetted its
precious payload of potent sperm into his mother's welcoming pussy. Long,
thick, viscous ropes of semen spiraled from his cockhead into the deepest
parts of his mother. He kept thrusting, the feeling exquisite as her folds
rubbed his sensitive, spurting length.  
  
Alice wailed, gripping her son tightly, another explosive orgasm taking her
along with him, draining the strength from her limbs and the sense from her
mind. She felt him spurting deep inside her, each impact of sperm against her
inner walls triggering another mini-orgasm, until they all built up into one
long, intense climax that completely robbed her of her senses.  
  
Tom withdrew his cock from his mother's pussy. It was overflowing with his
cream. He came out with a sucking sound and a flood of sperm. His flagging
cock still managed a short jet of jism to decorate her neatly trimmed bush. He
looked down at her, fighting to catch his breath, and realized that she had
lost consciousness.  
  
Tom grunted but grinned. He collapsed beside his mother, admiring her lush,
golden, curvy body. He reached down, cupping her pussy, and caught the mixture
of her fluids and his on his fingertips. He brought his hand up to paint her
nipples and lips with the potion, smiling as she stirred at the stimulation.  
  
Blinking, Alice came back to herself. "Fuck, baby."  
  
"Thanks, Mom."  
  
Her eyebrows raised but her lids remained half closed. "Hmmm?"  
  
"The swimsuit and the whole thing. That was pretty awesome."  
  
Her full lips quirked into a smile and her eyes closed completely. She rolled
over, throwing an arm and a leg across her son. "Of course, baby," she
murmured. She snuggled in close to him, and Tom wrapped his own body around
her. In a little bit, he would wake her, and they would go back to her room.
Maybe to fuck again, just as likely to go to sleep in one another's arms. But
for now, they would enjoy the warm glow of being freshly fucked, dozing
together.




        Ever Notice? Ch. 07


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
Christina awoke from a dreamless sleep, five minutes before her alarm. She
looked blearily at the clock while her mind slowly sharpened, and turned off
the alarm before it triggered and woke up Eric.  
  
Christina shifted on the bed, admiring her sleeping son. He looked so peaceful
and innocent and beautiful, like he was her little boy again. And in some
ways, he was. But in other ways, such as the delicious ache between her legs,
he was very much not. She resisted the urge to kiss him and wake him and fuck
him senseless, knowing that he deserved his sleep. Instead, Christina
carefully slid out of bed and padded naked to the bathroom.  
  
Finished, she slipped on an abbreviated silk robe that barely covered her
pneumatic frame and went quietly downstairs. She called her assistant's desk
and left a voicemail saying that she would be out of work until the following
Monday, owing to a family crisis. She intended to spend as much of Eric's
school vacation with him as possible, up to when she loaded him on the plane
back to North Dakota.  
  
She allowed herself enough time to brew a cup of coffee in her Keurig and
sipped it slowly. Christina looked out the window over her sink into the
expansive backyard and pool of her palatial new home. Outside it was a sunny,
warm spring day. The temperature had already cleared 72 degrees, and it was
likely to get warmer.  
  
She wondered if her son would be up to fooling around in the pool. She already
knew what her bikini did to him, or more precisely, what her body squeezed
into that bikini did to him, but she wasn't sure he'd be willing to get
naughty outdoors where others might be able to see them. Not that they had any
nearby neighbors, but it was still riskier than committing incest behind
closed doors.  
  
Incest. There, she let herself think the word. "Incest," she said out loud,
breaking the quiet of the morning. It was an awful word, an evil word, and yet
she had gleefully, passionately, avariciously pursued just such a relationship
with her son.  
  
She felt a tingling in her fingertips and toes just thinking about it, a
tingling that echoed deep in her belly. She felt her nipples hardening beneath
her thin robe and unconsciously flexed her thighs together.  
  
Why had she done it? Why had she shattered one of society's strictest taboos?  
  
She was lonely. She missed her son. He had been a constant companion since his
birth. Her ex used to joke that he had just been the delivery system, that her
son was the true love of her life. And yes, she had doted on him, and yes, he
had been a momma's boy, but he had also grown out of that stage and even
weathered his parents' divorce rather well. He had chosen to stay with his
mother for a variety of reasons; she never asked for them all, but she
understood. Eric's father was not an easy man to get along with, and though he
loved Eric in his way, Eric had a basic earned distrust of the man, and
despite herself, Christina knew she had influenced him in that regard.  
  
Taking the job with Xybochem, picking up stakes and moving halfway across the
country to start her life over again was the second greatest thing she'd ever
done with her life. She made a good salary, she had great friends, she started
working out and getting healthy. Her one regret was that the greatest thing
she'd done with her life had been left behind in wintry old North Dakota. And
she worried that, perhaps, Eric was too old now to want to come stay with her.
He was about to enter college, start his own life, his own adventures, and she
very selfishly wanted to be included in them.  
  
And perhaps it was the wrong thing to do to confide these feelings to Alice
Park. Fun, sexy, vivacious Alice, who, unbeknownst to Christina at the time,
was already embroiled in an incestuous affair with her own teenaged son. Over
too many glasses of wine one night, after Christina, grown maudlin, had pined
for her son, Alice had confessed her sin. She also theorized that the only
surefire way to get Eric "back" was to seduce him.  
  
That seemed like a good idea at the time. But the next morning, sober, it had
scared and horrified Christina. It took some more convincing from Alice, who
began to shamelessly recount every illicit coupling with her son to Christina.
Christina, who hadn't had a lover since long before her divorce, found herself
beginning to enjoy tales of Alice's exploits. And she began to understand that
most of her fear and horror at the prospect of seducing Eric was due simply to
the fact that she wanted it. She wanted it very badly.  
  
Eric was a gorgeous young man, a dutiful son, and a smart and generous person.
He would be a catch by anyone's standards. But he was also her only son, and
there was a special bond there that could not be shared with anyone else.  
  
It didn't take long for Alice to wear Christina down, and so was hatched The
Plan. The teasing and the flirting and the sexy clothes had driven Christina
absolutely mad with lust. She saw Eric responding, his curiosity and
uncertainty making for a delectable combination, and he looked so cute and
fuckable that his every reaction drove her on to greater and greater
depravities.  
  
Christina set her coffee cup down, empty, and walked back up to her room. Eric
still slumbered, spread across the bed, wrapped up in the comforter,
blissfully dreaming. Christina once again fought the urge to devour him and
instead went into the bathroom for a quick hot shower.  
  
She slipped off her robe and admired herself in the mirror. She was too pale,
she knew, and despite her best efforts she had never quite gotten rid of the
little mommy pouch on her belly. Her ass was too big, her thighs too thick,
and her breasts were uncomfortably large most of the time. She tried to see
herself as she imagined Eric saw her: hourglass figure, full breasts, wide
hips, narrow waist, all curves and hollows, inviting and welcoming in a sexy,
mature way. Her red hair was all natural, no coloring at all, and her skin was
mostly flawless. She didn't even have freckles. She was grateful that her son
found her as attractive as she found him.  
  
Christina stepped under the shower spray and scrubbed herself clean. She
lingered on her breasts and pussy, teasing herself a little, remembering how
her shower the night before had gone.  
  
She dried herself off with a fluffy white towel and slipped her robe back on.
She paused in the doorway to the bedroom. Eric still slept, dead to the world.
Again, she admired him, seeing in his relaxed, sleeping face the shadow of the
boy he had once been. The boy she had nestled to her breast, who had once
promised to marry her when he grew up.  
  
Christina's heart swelled and her pussy moistened. It was so wonderful to have
her son here with her again, and even better that he was warming her bed.  
  
She crossed the room, carefully lifted the covers, and slid under them.
Beneath the comforter, she was struck by the strong, masculine scent of her
son, as well as the smell of the previous night's lovemaking.  
  
Christina pulled herself across Eric's legs, touching him lightly. He shifted
but didn't wake. She found the trunk between his thighs, already semi-hard, as
if waiting for her. She smiled to herself. She traced a finger along his
length, from base to tip, lightly grazing his love-muscle with one fingernail.
She was rewarded with a rapid stiffening of his cock. In the dimness beneath
the comforter, Christina watched her son's cock unfurl to its full, impressive
length. Swollen with blood and oxygen, it stretched up across his abdomen,
almost brushing his belly button.  
  
Christina traced her fingers along it, up and down, lightly, just brushing him
with her fingertips. She felt the power in the organ, barely restrained,
waiting to be unleashed. Her fingers danced over his testes, feeling their
weight and readiness. She marveled again at how full and round his balls were,
how packed with delicious semen they always appeared to be. She had tried to
empty him the night before, only to have sheer exhaustion overtake them both
before the flood of cum ebbed from her son's magnificent tool.  
  
We'll have more time to try today, Christina mused to herself with an upward
tilt of her lips.  
  
The spongy tip of Eric's cockhead gave a little under the pad of Christina's
finger. She felt a little slickness. He was already weeping precum. She used
her finger to spread the liquid around the head. Her hand wound around his
girth and she slid her palm along him, down to the base. Gripping him lightly,
she levered his hard length away from his body, raising it upward. His
cockhead dragged across the comforter, leaving a trail of fluid.  
  
Slowly, gently, careful not to wake him yet, Christina began to sweep her hand
up and down her son's engorged penis. It felt hot under her hand, radiating a
warmth that almost burned. And it throbbed to the beat of Eric's heart. She
used her thumb to spread more precum, felt it start to coat her palm, and with
it, she began to slicken the passage up and down.  
  
Eric shifted. Christina realized she was gripping him too tightly and she
loosened her hold.  
  
She continued to stroke him, reveling in the lively, virile, hot hardness that
fairly leapt in her palm. Eric shifted again. Christina smiled to herself. She
rose up a little on her elbows and pulled herself forward. The comforter rose,
opening up, allowing her to see her son's face. Eric opened his eyes,
blinking, bleary, uncertain but ragingly aroused.  
  
Christina gently kissed her son's cockhead. She tasted his fresh precum, and
beneath that, the sweet taste of his seed and the salty taste of her own
fluids. She let her tongue dip out to trace a trail up and around the angry
purple head. A sweet dollop of precum squirted from his slit directly onto the
tip of her tongue. She sucked it up eagerly, watching her son gradually
awakening as she played with him.  
  
His eyes gradually focused on her. He didn't say anything, but just watched,
smiling, as Christina licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. She
scooped up the precious, flavorful fluid that wept from his slit and swirled
it around in her mouth before swallowing.  
  
Christina held Eric's cock at the base and dragged her tongue down his entire
length, licking him down to her curled fingers and back up again. She trailed
butterfly kisses along the thick pulsing vein on the underside. He flexed and
throbbed unconsciously, each muscular contraction producing another dollop of
precum. It dripped from the head, down his slickened length, and she swept it
up with her tongue and lips.  
  
Between Christina's own legs, a swamp was brewing. Her sensitive nipples
scraped against the thin fabric of her robe, her tits flattened against the
mattress. She reveled in her ability to arouse and control a young man so
definitively. Especially considering that the young man in question was her
own handsome son. If only every mother could know this depraved joy, she
thought.  
  
Christina wedged herself higher up on Eric's legs, letting her naked, weeping
pussy settle against his calf. She rose up a little, opened her mouth, and
slowly wrapped her moist, full lips around his cockhead. Eric's cock throbbed
in her hand and sent a jet of precum across her tongue. He moaned as her lips
closed around him, and she let his purple helmet slowly slide into her mouth.
She closed her lips around the glans and sucked slightly. The agile tip of her
tongue swirled around the spongy head, teasing his sensitive slit, coaxing
more and more precum from the source. Saliva and Eric's fluids mixed in her
mouth, slickening further the connection between her lips and his flesh.  
  
Eric tugged the comforter off her head. One of his hands sank into her hair,
his expressive fingers combing through her short, dark red locks.  
  
Christina opened her mouth again and slowly dragged her lips and tongue lower,
letting his thickness thrust into her mouth, millimeter by millimeter. She
tasted more of herself on him. She felt a mini-orgasm swell deep within her as
she contemplated how much of her juices had soaked into her own son's hot,
hard flesh.  
  
Her tongue flattened and curled against the underside of his girth. She
hollowed her cheeks, sucking lightly, slurping at him. His fluids washed over
her mouth, down her throat, sloshing as it went. Her throat worked
automatically, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard and fast.  
  
"Mom," Eric finally said, a low moan that thrilled Christina to her core. She
didn't examine why being called "mother" in the midst of lovemaking excited
her so much. She merely enjoyed it. It made her feel as though her tits were
swelling, her nipples scraping against the mattress, her pussy gushing against
his leg. She ground herself against him, feeling her clit mash and flatten
against his shin. Another mini-orgasm fluttered to life in her belly, rising
in crescendo.  
  
Christina paused, enjoying the shivering pleasure as it radiated out from her
core across her entire body. She breathed carefully, a third of her son's
delicious cock lodged in her mouth. Precum pooled in her mouth, adding to the
heat and moisture trapping Eric's cock.  
  
Slowly Christina continued her descent. Eric's cockhead nudged against the
back of her mouth. She felt her throat automatically tighten, fought her gag
reflex, and then, throwing caution to the wind, increased her pace and
swallowed him whole in one great dive. She felt his cock fill her throat. Her
nostrils flared, seeking oxygen, but only a bare trickle eased into her lungs.
She forced herself to suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue slurping, lips and nose
pressed almost flat in her son's pubic hair.  
  
She held that position as long as she could, and then slurped back up his
length, leaving a slimy trail of saliva and precum along his length. She
released him completely, though she didn't want to, forced to take deep
gasping breaths with her mouth open. Saliva and precum dripped from her lips,
onto his engorged cock.  
  
All the while, she kept her eyes locked on her son, who watched her with a
look of lust and love and fascination. She wrapped her hand around the base of
his cock once more, levering him back up towards her face.  
  
Christina licked her lips and smiled. She nuzzled his cock with her lips and
cheeks, leaving glistening trails across her face. Christina opened her mouth
and sucked his sensitive cockhead between her lips again. Eric hissed sharply.
His hips bucked, but she controlled him with her hands, keeping him from
driving deeper.  
  
She repeated her actions, drawing out the pleasure and sensations. Slowly she
swallowed him, sucking him into her mouth and throat, until driving deep,
letting him jab directly into her throat. She held him as long as she could,
then released him. This time his heavy cock slapped against his abdomen before
she could catch it and raise it to her lips once more.  
  
Beneath her, Eric's legs squirmed. He pressed his lower leg against her
drooling pussy, encouraging another mini-orgasm.  
  
Christina teased Eric's balls. She loved how they jumped in her hand, swollen
with need, ready to blow.  
  
Christina kissed Eric's slick cockhead. "Are you close, sweetie?" she
whispered sultrily. "Are you ready to give Mommy the first load of the day?"  
  
Eric grunted affirmative. "Keep doing that, Mom, I'm so close."  
  
Christina moaned. "Oh fuck, sweetie, I can't wait. I love your cum. I want you
to baste my throat with your jism."  
  
She licked and kissed his cockhead, slowly jacking the lower part of his dick
with her hand. She opened wide and swallowed his cockead, sucking lightly at
first, and then stronger and stronger. Eric's hips rose, trying to fuck his
cock into her mouth, but her hands held him steady. A few inches slid back and
forth, though she knew he wanted to drive himself deep. She sensed that he
wanted to be down her throat when he came, jetting his semen directly into her
stomach, but she wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel his essence spraying
across her tongue, filling her mouth, before she swallowed it.  
  
She gripped his cock more tightly, wrapping both hands around it, which left
his flaring cockhead projecting proudly. She sucked, tongue lashing the spongy
head, swirling around and around, slurping up the never-ending, copious precum
that squirted from his slit.  
  
And then he was grunting. She felt his cock buck and throb in her hands. She
felt the frission of rising cum against her fingers as it traveled up his
fleshy tube and exploded outward into her mouth. The first rope erupted across
her tongue. She felt it soak into her mouth, coating everything, and then he
shivered and bucked again and another thick, viscous rope of pearlescent cum
filled her mouth. Two ropes, and already her mouth was full, and she had to
swallow.  
  
Eric shook and shivered, an endless stream of sweet and sticky cum filling his
mother's mouth again and again. She swallowed quickly, almost but not quite
gagging on the flood, and eventually had to give up just to breath. He sprayed
a thick line of white gold across her lips and nose before she covered his
bucking cockhead with the palm of her hand. She breathed heavily, licked her
lips, and caught the last few jets of cum once more on her tongue.  
  
Christina sucked the last dregs of Eric's jizz out of his cockhead, nursing as
he softened. He remained semi-hard even when she released him, and grew harder
again as he watched her lick the cum out of her palm like a cat with a saucer
of milk.  
  
"Oh my god, Mom," Eric groaned.  
  
Christina giggled throatily, swallowing. "Do you like how Mommy decided to
wake you up?"  
  
"What do you think?" Eric said. His chest heaved with deep breaths of his own,
and he flexed his leg against her pussy.  
  
Quickly, Christina sat up. She wanted to climb and mount her son, slide his
big pecker deep inside her and ride him to another explosive eruption, but if
she did that, they might never get out of bed.  
  
"You need a shower," she said.  
  
He thought a moment. His heavy cock flexed between his legs. "You joining me?"  
  
"Not right now. I'm going to make breakfast." She laughed. "Although I guess
I've already had it." She slid off the bed. At Eric's frown, she leaned over
him, flashing him a deep line of cleavage, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
He didn't recoil from the taste of his own cum on her lips, and in fact let
his tongue slip out to glide between her lips and duel a little with her own.  
  
"Mmmm, sweetie-bear," Christina said, "you are a naughty boy. Go take your
shower. We'll have breakfast, and then see where the day takes us. Okay?"  
  
Eric looked dubious, but relented. Christina admired his nude form as he
climbed out of bed and headed into her bathroom. He had a tight, muscular ass.
It was perfect and cute and delicious.  
  
Head awhirl with naughty thoughts, Christina headed to the kitchen.  
  
Eric watched her go. His own mind was in turmoil, along with his emotions. He
loved his mother, always had, always would, but part of him was falling in
love with his mother, and that wasn't normal. Or healthy.  
  
Eric scrubbed his face with his hands and looked at himself in the bathroom
mirror. He didn't look like a deviant or a pervert. But he'd still spent the
better part of the last twenty-four hours having mind-bending sex with his
mother. The strangest fact was that he didn't regret it a bit.  
  
Eric brushed his teeth and hopped in the shower, washing and scouring himself
thoroughly. He stank of sweat and cum and other bodily fluids. He had been a
virgin the day before, and now he had done things he'd only ever seen in
pornos, things that even his boldest friends back home in North Dakota had
never bragged about doing with their girlfriends and fuck-buddies. His cock
began to stiffen as he thought back to the blowjob in the movie theater, the
desperate drive home, the furious fuck on the sofa, and everything after.  

Slowly, unconsciously, Eric began to wank himself. He came back to himself
quickly, realizing with a slow smile that he didn't need to do that anymore.
Not so long as he stayed with his mother, at any rate. But that would be over
in a few days, he couldn't help remembering. Then he was on a plane back to
the frigid hills of North Dakota, back to using his hand or trying to
desperately cajole some teenage girl into getting hot and heavy.  
  
What was he going to do?  
  
In a weird way, his mother had rather dramatically shown that she considered
him an adult. Capable of adult decisions, of adult action, or adult wisdom.
She trusted him to make the correct decision. She always had, in fact,
although she never resisted the opportunity to share advice. For example, his
mother had supported his decision to finish out his senior year in North
Dakota, even if she wasn't all that happy about it.  
  
He had some thinking to do.  
  
After his shower, Eric slipped on just a pair of athletic shorts and made his
way downstairs. He smelled fresh brewed coffee, bacon, and pancakes. A tall
glass of orange juice waited for him on the kitchen island, and as he settled
on to the stool, his mother ladled food in heaping amounts on to his plate.  
  
"Have to keep your strength up," Christina said with a sexy laugh and a slap
on Eric's seated butt.  
  
Eric shoveled food in his mouth and admired his mother as she danced around
the kitchen. She fixed a plate with much smaller portions for herself and
settled in beside him.  
  
"So," Christina eventually said, sipping her coffee, "how are you feeling this
morning?"  
  
"I feel good. Great, actually."  
  
Christina smiled. "You're not weirded out that your mother jumped your bones?"  
  
Eric laughed. "A little, I guess. But it's a good kind of weird. Like,
everything is different now. But it's cool." He let his arm wind around her
waist and his hand to settle on her hip. Christina curled in closer to him. He
searched for words while his mother waited expectantly. "It's like, remember
that moment when Dorothy steps out of the house and into Oz and everything is
in color? It's like that."  
  
Christina smiled, eyes crinkling. "It's a brand new day," she said, agreeing.
She kissed him lightly on the lips, tasting faintly of maple syrup and coffee.
"I love you, honey."  
  
"I love you too, Mom."  
  
Christina disentangled herself from her son's embrace, causing certain
portions of her anatomy to jiggle enticingly. She began to clear the plates,
setting them in the sink. Eric watched her move, entranced. From time to time,
Christina would look over at him, and something in his expression would make
her blush, smile, and quickly look away.  
  
The morning light washing into the kitchen through the windows seemed to wash
away the thin robe his mother wore. He could see the outline of her lush,
curvy body beneath the cloth. She was so perfectly formed, he could hardly
stand it. Tall, long limbed, with smoothly muscled legs, a plush ass, broad
hips, narrow waist, and wide shoulders that braced a truly epic pair of tits,
all beneath a pretty, full-lipped face with a slightly upturned nose and
brilliant blue eyes. The shock of red hair was like a cherry on top of a
sundae.  
  
Eric grinned widely. His mother really was good enough to eat. He stood up
from the stool and crossed the kitchen to stand behind her at the sink. She
was rinsing dishes for the dishwasher, and Eric pressed himself against her
back. He felt his semi-hard cock rub against her full, curvy ass, and wrapped
his arms around her abdomen, just beneath her thrusting breasts. Slowly he
reached up to cup those gorgeous globes, reveling in their fullness and
weight.  
  
Christina cooed and arched herself against her son's body. She turned her
head, and his lips found hers again, giving her a deeper kiss this time.  
  
Eric's hands slid down her body as he stepped back a little. Christina made an
inquisitive sound that turned into an expression of interest as Eric's hands
swept across her hips to grab the globes of her ass. He flipped up the edge of
her robe, exposing her peach shaped posterior. His fingers sank into her
flesh, squeezing and kneading. Christina gasped and spread her legs a little.  
  
Eric let a hand slide between her thighs, his fingers darting out to find his
mother already wet. He grinned again and dropped to his knees. He ducked his
head between her muscular thighs and twisted himself around little to get his
mouth on her. Christina squealed and spread her legs even wider, giving him
greater access.  
  
Eric kissed his mother's sweet pussy. He thrust his tongue out between her
lips and lashed at her sensitive flesh. He parted her pink furrow with his
broad, muscular tongue and teased her with the tip. Her juices flowed quickly,
coating his lips, dripping down his chin, filling his mouth. His chin bumped
against her clitoris, while his nose nudged against the cleft between her ass
cheeks. He was glad she was so clean, but he probably wouldn't have cared
otherwise. Eric was desperate to get her off, and although his technique was
not great, his enthusiasm certainly was.  
  
He kissed and licked and nibbled. He let his teeth graze her lips lightly, and
thrust his tongue into her as deep as it could go, mimicking a cock. Above
him, muffled by her thighs, Christina grunted and cried out, urging him along.
He felt her reach behind her to place one palm on the back of his head,
pushing him harder against her pussy. He made love to her with his mouth and
tongue, alternately caressing her legs and ass, and he felt her respond.  
  
Christina was fairly bouncing on top of him, making Eric's craning neck hurt a
little, when he slid forward, burying his nose in her pussy, and fastening his
lips around her sensitive clit. He sucked lightly, and that was enough to set
her off. He sensed more than saw his mother grab the front of the sink with
both hands as she went momentarily rigid before her entire body began to shake
and thrash above him. His face was inundated with her juices, a golden dew
that poured out of her and decorated his nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin.  
  
Eric shifted again, putting his mouth against her pussy, allowing him to
breath clearly and to keep stimulating her through her rising climax.  
  
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Eric!" Christina spat out in increasingly high-pitched
barks. At last Eric released her, climbed out from between her legs, and held
her close to him as she slumped against the sink, gasping and shaking.  
  
Christina was practically bent over the sink, with the water from the faucet
still pouring over the dirty plates, while Eric swept his shorts down his
hips. His engorged cock, thick and angry, slapped up between his thighs. A
thick dollop of precum balanced on the head.  
  
Eric put one hand on his mother's waist and pulled her hips back. With the
other hand, he gripped himself by the base and aimed it at the juncture of her
widespread legs. As the broad head of his cock nudged against her pussy lips,
Christina's sleepy eyes snapped open. A sultry smile spread across her full
lips and she eyed her strapping son over her shoulder.  
  
Her lips parted wider as Eric rammed into her. His thick cock knifed through
her folds, driving deep in a single thrust. She was already well lubricated,
ready to accept his thickness. Both of Eric's hands found his mother's hips
and held on as he began to fuck her. Christina moaned loudly as her son
plundered her pussy, jabbing his enormous teenage cock again and again into
her heated depths.  
  
Her heavy tits swung on her chest. The thin robe parted, letting them swing
free. Christina braced herself with her hands against the edge of the sink and
fucked her hips back at Eric, swallowing him with her heated pussy, sucking
him deeper inside her.  
  
Eric bent over her back, and his powerful hands caught her bouncing tits. He
cupped them, catching her sensitive nipples between thumbs and fingers to
tease and pull against them while his hard-driving cock thundered in and out
of her over and over again, jackhammer quick, and just as merciless. A big
orgasm was fast approaching, quick on the heels of the one he gave her with
his mouth, and Christina let out a wordless cry as she felt it build and build
and explode deep within her. It radiated out like electricity, suffusing her
limbs and head with mind-fogging pleasure.  
  
Sudden weakness in her arms threw Christina against the sink. Her body slid
over the edge, so that her bouncing tits, suddenly free of Eric's grip, swung
towards the faucet. Warm water washed over her chest, soaking quickly through
her robe.  
  
Eric had dropped his hands to her hips, holding tightly against his mother to
keep her from being thrown farther forward by his hammering cock. Christina's
shaking limbs found new strength and she pushed back against Eric, away from
the faucet, straightening her arms out once again. Her robe was stuck against
her upper body like a second skin, hard nipples denting the fabric, and water
dripped down her body.  
  
Her pussy sloshed and her ass echoed with the slap of Eric's abdomen as he
rammed into her. His breathing changed. He was getting close. Christina felt
another orgasm approaching. She risked letting go of the sink with one hand to
tease her clit, urging herself along so that she could crest with Eric.  
  
"Mom! Mom! Mom! Fuck!" he roared in unconscious imitation and drove forward as
far as he could go. The cheeks of her ass flattened against his stomach and
his cock jabbed as deep as it could go. She felt his cockhead hammer against
her cervix and cried out as an orgasm exploded throughout her again. She heard
Eric grunting as his cock swelled and expanded inside her and began to fire
it's salvo of precious seed into her molten core. His cock bucked and heaved,
jetting thick viscous ropes of semen, a never-ending supply that fit her full
to bursting.  
  
Eric gripped his mother's hips, fingers digging into her plush pale flesh, and
exploded inside her. He felt himself empty into her, felt the fluids wash back
over his length, dripping out of her full pussy to wash over his crotch and
legs. And still he fired, blast after blast. After the first few he relented a
little, loosing his hold, sawing his cock in and out of his mother's pussy
again, driving in as each surge rushed up his cock and erupted into her
soaking pussy.  
  
Shuddering and gasping, he finally released her. Both of them collapsed in a
heap by the sink. Eric's reddened, thick cock lost little of its thickness,
slapping against his abdomen and leaving a white trail against his skin.  
  
Christina half turned to her son, beaming, flushed, out of breath. Her huge
breasts, rose and fell rapidly. They were slick with water, one of them bare
and beautiful, the other still trapped behind the wet fabric of her thin robe.
She flexed one long, muscular leg and reached back with a dainty foot to nudge
Eric's still-hard cock.  
  
"You're pretty good with that thing," she managed to gasp out. She dipped a
finger between her legs and came up with her fingers anointed with frosting.
She licked them clean and shuddered.  
  
Slowly, Christina dragged herself to her feet. "I need to change my clothes.
Would you mind finishing the dishes for me?"  
  
Sprawled on the kitchen floor with his shorts around his ankles, Eric nodded.
He watched in cock-thickening delight as his mother sauntered out of the room,
his cum dribbling out of her pussy onto her pale, strong thighs.  
  
Eric lay on the cool kitchen floor for a while, just reveling in his perverted
fortune. Eventually he got up, took care of business, and went to look for his
mother. He thought she might come back downstairs after changing, although he
didn't want her putting on too many clothes, but she did not.  
  
He found her quickly enough. She wasn't hiding. In fact, as he made his way
down the second floor hallway, she called him from his own room. "In here,
sweetie-bear!"  
  
He found her lying naked on his bed, long legs slightly parted, her chin
supported on one hand, while the other cupped her right tit and played with
the engorged nipple.  
  
"I've been waiting for you," she said. "Do you need to rest a little longer,
or are you ready to give Mommy what she needs?"  
  
Eric grinned and shucked his shorts off once more. His big cock bobbed between
his legs, eliciting a salacious grin from his mother. He climbed on to the bed
beside her, a tighter fit than on her own bed, but not much more so, and
kissed her fiercely. Christina lay back, spreading out on the comforter.
Eric's chest squashed her heavy breasts as their tongues dueled.  
  
Eric's fingers grazed Christina's thighs and hips, traveled up her side and
came to rest on her large breasts. He cupped them in his palms and teased her
nipples with his fingertips. Her skin was so smooth and supple, her breasts so
heavy and full, they made his cock ache with need.  
  
"Mom," Eric said breathlessly, "can I... can I fuck your tits?"  
  
Christina opened her eyes widely and arched her eyebrows. "Of course you can,
sweetie-bear. And thank you for asking."  
  
He chuckled. "You taught me to be polite, Mom."  
  
"I did, didn't I? Here, come on up, that's the way. Spread your legs over my
ribs, grab the headboard with your hands. Let Mommy do all the work... just
try not to put your full weight on me, okay?"  
  
Eric complied with his mother's directions and watched as she gripped his cock
in both hands and slowly started jacking him. Precum dribbled from the tip,
and she used the lubrication to slicken his cock. When she had his length nice
and hard and shining, she took her precum stained hands and cupped her huge
breasts. She smeared the excess fluid all through her cleavage before lifting
her tits up to wrap around Eric's rampant cock.  
  
Eric groaned in fascination as his dick was swallowed by her tits, only the
head peeking out from between the massive mounds. Slowly Christina began to
rub the sensitive flesh of her son's cock with her breasts, sliding back and
forth, trapping his hot hardness between their plush softness. Precum squirted
against her throat, dripped down into her cleavage, and helped grease the
passage.  
  
Christina tweaked her nipples with her fingertips while her breasts bounced
back and forth along Eric's erection. A dark flush began to creep across her
chest, and she breathed heavily. She craned her neck to watch his cock, her
eyes locked on the thick mushroom head that poked out from between her tits.  
  
Eric held still, balancing himself atop his mother. He felt the urge to
thrust, to jab his hips forward and spear her chin or mouth with his cock, but
resisted it. Instead he enjoyed the sensation of having his thick dick trapped
within the two greatest tits that ever existed. He flexed his cock, making it
buck and throb in its fleshy prison, causing precum to spray out onto his
mother's pale skin.  
  
His mother. He still could barely believe he was doing this anyone, let alone
his own mother. The woman had largely raised him on her own, without help from
anyone, least of all his father. He was probably closer to her than anyone
else in the world when you thought about it, and now here she was, using her
incredible body to bring him intense, almost maddening pleasure. How could
this be a bad thing?  
  
"Oh Mom," Eric said, panting, "I love your tits."  
  
Christina's eyes twinkled. She smiled up at her son, momentarily looking away
from the angry head of his throbbing cock. "Thank you, Eric. I'm glad." A
wicked gleam came into her eyes. "Is there anything in particular you like
about them?"  
  
Eric chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? They're so big and round and full and pale
and soft and pink and perfect. I love how they feel, how they taste. I could
suck on your nipples forever. I want to lick them all over and bury my head
between them. I want to fuck my dick between them and cum all over you."  
  
"Oh sweetie," Christina moaned. All the while, she kept stroking him with her
breasts. "You are fucking Mommy's tits, and you are going to cum all over
them. I love your big cock and the huge loads you shoot out of it. I want to
feel it on my skin, my tits, my mouth, my lips.  
  
"I love how strong and hard and hot your cock feels between my tits. I love
that you're my son, and that we're doing these things together. I don't think
I could be this reckless and turned on with anyone else. I don't think I could
cum so much or so hard with anyone else. You have the perfect cock, and it's
attached to the perfect body and the perfect soul. I love you so much Eric."  
  
Strange that those words seemed to trigger Eric, but they did. "Moooommmm," he
moaned, "I'm gonna..."  
  
"Oh yes, baby, let it out, let it all out over Mommy!"  
  
And he did. Eric finally thrust, just once, and his cock lurched between his
mother's breasts and fired a salvo of pearly white semen that arced over her
chin and lips and cheek. He pulled his hips back, and Christina shifted her
grip. Her breasts parted, hanging to the sides of her chest, still full and
upright, but no longer trapping his cock between them. Eric's dick snapped up
towards his abdomen, and the next spurt sailed high and long, finally coming
down to paint Christina's shoulder and the pillow.  
  
Eric grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it downwards again, aiming the
shuddering head in the general direction of his mother's magnificent tits. A
third thick, viscous stream of jism spiraled out from his cock, anointing his
mother's perfect breasts. Slowly he aimed his spurting dick like a hose,
painting criss-crossing trails of silvery, pearlescent semen all over her
prodigious chest. In moments she looked glazed like a cupcake, and thick gelid
pools of cum slid around on her tits.  
  
As his orgasm began to subside, Eric pointed his dick towards his mother's
mouth and squeezed out he last few dregs first on her lips, and then in her
mouth as she opened up to accept him. She sucked his sensitive cockhead
between her lips and teased him with her tongue. Eric winced and cried out at
the delicious sensation.  
  
His dick was still semi-hard as he slumped backwards on the bed, lifting one
leg over his mother to lay down beside her.  
  
Christina sat up, admiring her son's handiwork. Her large breasts dripped with
goo, which dripped onto her cupping hands, into her cleavage and down her
belly. Her hands swept upward, spreading the fluid around and rubbing it into
her skin. She licked her palms, smacking her lips.  
  
"I don't know why, but your cum tastes delicious, sweetie. I can't get enough
of it."  
  
"I have an endless supply," he said, smiling.  
  
"I'll bet you do." Christina scraped cum of her right tit with a forefinger
and sucked it between her lips. "Go get me a towel. Then you're going to fuck
my brains out."  
  
Eric leapt to comply.  
  
*  
  
Later, they sat out by the pool. Christina was draped across a lounge chair,
her body freshly oiled by her son, and her pussy freshly fucked. After he
emptied himself inside her, she had tucked her blue bikini bottoms up over her
raw pink lips to keep his cum from leaking out. A wet spot formed quickly on
the front panel.  
  
Eric dozed beside her, wearing just a pair of swim trunks and sunglasses. His
mother had made sure he was thoroughly protected with sunscreen as well.  
  
Christina sipped from a glass of ice tea and inclined her head, her blue eyes
inscrutable behind her own sunglasses. "Eric, sweetie, I wanted to ask you.
Have you thought about your plans for the summer?"  
  
So, this was it. Eric's dozing brain suddenly snapped to attention. "Not
really, Mom," he admitted. He had been trying not to, and the constant sex had
certainly proved an able distraction.  
  
"Oh," she said, diffidently, "okay." She turned her head again. There had been
a note of disappointment in her voice, although she tried to hide it.  
  
Eric sat up, swung his legs over the edge of his lounge chair and faced his
mother. "Are you upset?"  

His mother's light laugh sounded forced. "No, of course not."  
  
Eric sighed. "I planned to work at dad's hardware store for the summer, save
up some money for school, and hang out with my friends. It's the last summer I
have before college."  
  
"I know sweetie. I guess I hoped that you would want to spend some time with
me."  
  
"I do, Mom. I will! I have three months before classes start."  
  
Christina nodded. "Thanks, Eric. I'm glad. I guess I'm just selfish. I've
missed having you around these last few months, and after all that's happened
this week, I was hoping you'd want to come back out here after graduation and
keep having fun with your Mom."  
  
She sat up then, swiveling on the chair to face Eric as well. She pulled her
sunglasses off. "You're always welcome here, whenever you want to visit. I
would love it if you moved out here to live with me again, but I understand
how hard that would be for you."  
  
She smiled a strange kind of smile, like a mix of one of her old motherly
smiles, and one of her new sexy smiles. "Have you thought about moving out
here? There are good schools nearby, too. You wouldn't have to go to college
in the arctic."  
  
Eric swallowed. He found himself staring at his mother's magnificent cleavage,
a long line between the two perfect globes of her breasts, held tight together
by her abbreviated bikini top. He forced himself to focus on the conversation.  
  
"I hadn't really thought about it," he said honestly. "Part of me doesn't want
to leave on Saturday. I want to stay here with you. But, I mean, you're my
mother. As awesome as this is, it's not exactly... I mean, what do I tell my
friends I did on vacation? Or Aunt Stacy and Uncle Ralph? Or Dad?"  
  
Christina's look suddenly hardened. "Don't tell that asshole a goddam thing,"
she said. "As for your friends and my sister, tell them anything you want."
She stood up, slipped her feet into her sandals and stormed back into the
house. She would have slammed the sliding door were it designed to be able to
do so.  
  
Eric flopped back on the chair. "Fuck, what just happened?" He didn't expect
such a strong reaction. But he probably should have.  
  
Eric dragged himself to his feet. He hesitated, uncertain. All of a sudden, he
was an eighteen year old boy again. If this had been an ordinary relationship,
he would have stalked off angrily and probably broken up with the girl. But he
obviously couldn't break up with his mom. For one thing, she was his mom. For
another thing, he loved her. A lot.  
  
And that decided him.  
  
If he was an adult, he needed to make an adult decision. Not just what was
best for him, but what was best for _them_. And he knew, in his heart, what
that meant.  
  
Eric marched into the house, a man on a mission. His mother hadn't gotten far,
just to the living room. She was curled up on the couch, crying. Softly,
quietly, muffled by her arm and the back of the couch.  
  
He stood there a moment, struck dumb by her grief, feeling a mixture of
emotions. A pain in his chest at the knowledge that he had made her feel this
way, an unbridled lust in his groin at her beautiful form in that tiny bikini,
and shame at both.  
  
He didn't know what to say, so he just sat down beside her. She started at his
approach, but didn't stop crying or even look at him. Instead, she made as if
to rise and move away, but he grabbed her and folded her up into his arms. She
stiffened at first and then relaxed as he pulled her head against his chest.
He felt hot tears on his skin. She started to cry harder.  
  
"I'm sorry, Mom," he finally said. Which just got her more upset, somehow.
Eric didn't understand. He just held on.  
  
Finally, the flow subsided, or at least slowed down. Eric extricated himself
just long enough to get a box of tissues. Christina took it gratefully and
tried in vain to clean herself up. Her face was splotchy, eyes read, makeup
ruined. That she still looked beautiful to him almost surprised him.  
  
"No, Eric, I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. Tears trembled at the corners of
her eyes. "For what I've done. To us. I was just so lonely, and I missed you,
and you're so handsome, and I thought... Oh God, I don't know what I thought.
I liked the attention, the way you looked at me, how I felt, but I went too
far."  
  
Eric tightened his hold around his mother.  
  
"Can you ever forgive me?" she said.  
  
Eric took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "There's... Mom, there's
nothing to forgive. I'm not upset. I don't regret anything. I'm... I'm
grateful to you, for the time we've had together. That I hope we'll have
together in the future. We've done stuff that I never thought I'd ever do with
anyone, and it was with you. My mom. My mother. I love you, Mom, and nothing
will ever change that. Well, I guess, if anything, I feel like I love you
more. Or maybe just differently? I don't know. I'm starting to babble."  
  
He paused, looked down at her. She watched him with wide blue eyes, her full
lips slightly parted. "Go on," she said.  
  
Eric laughed a little, which drew a smile from his mother. "I'm not ashamed of
what we've done. Or of you. But you have to admit, this is a little weird.
It's not like I can brag about you to my friends, or show you off at parties."
He took another deep breath. "And I kind of want to. Y'know. Show you off."  
  
"We can't do those things back home," Christina said slowly. "But you can do
them here. We can go out on public as a couple. Not as mother and son, but a
romantic couple."  
  
She sat back a little bit, pulling away from Eric to better look at him. "You
can even... you can even brag about me to at least one friend."  
  
Eric's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"  
  
Christina looked away. Her turn to take a deep breath. Her eyes found Eric's
again. "Alice and Tom have been together for months now. It was Alice who put
the germ of the idea in my head." She searched his face for a reaction, but
all she saw was slack-jawed wonder. "Are you upset?"  
  
Eric boggled. "No," he said after long moments. "Not upset. It makes sense,
actually. A lot of sense." He pulled Christina closer him. "So we're not the
only ones?"  
  
Christina sniffled and chuckled. "No, we're not the only ones."  
  
"That... is actually kind of awesome."  
  
"Mmm-hmmm."  
  
"And kind of hot, too."  
  
"Oh, really?" There was a playful note in his mother's voice. He was painfully
aware of her full breasts against his chest, of her hip pressing against his
thigh, of the tightness in his swim trunks. Christina's hand slid along his
thigh.  
  
Eric's lips found his mother's. They parted, letting his tongue thrust between
them, find her own and begin to wrestle. She moaned as he pulled the flimsy
bikini off of her, one panel at a time, until she was naked on the couch. She
swept his swim trunks down his legs, and he kicked them across the room.  
  
Christina loosed a throaty giggle and lay back and spread her legs. She
gripped his length and guided him into her velvet sheathe and moaned as he
slammed home deep inside her.  
  
He fucked her. Savagely, passionately, with animalistic fervor. Eric fucked
his thick cock into his mother's pussy over and over again. Her thighs
tightened around his hips. Her heels beat a tattoo against his pistoning
buttocks. Her huge tits thrust against his broad chest, thick pink nipples
practically scraping his skin. Her fingers tightened across his back and he
felt her fingernails sink into his flesh as he plundered her with his
throbbing tool. He felt her heat, her folds, her moisture, around him, urging
him on along with the rest of her gorgeous body.  
  
Christina threw back her head and howled in ecstasy as her first orgasm
thundered through her. Eric never relented. He gripped her hips and fucked
into her with unrelenting force, and brought her to the height three more
times before he felt his balls tighten up and his cock expand and a gallon of
semen erupt from him, pouring out his soul in the process, deep into his
mother's core.  
  
Afterward, they lay in a sweaty heap upon the floor, a few cushions and
pillows arranged around their entwined bodies.  
  
"Mom," Eric said, "I do want to spend the summer with you."  
  
Christina sighed. "You don't have to, sweetie. You have your own life, and I
can't keep you from it. I do want you to visit for a little while before
college, though."  
  
He kissed the top of her head. He lifted her chin with his fingers and lightly
kissed her nose and lips. "No," he said. "I want to spend the summer with
you."  
  
She didn't say anything. Her eyes brimmed with tears once more, belied by the
radiant smile she gave him.




        Ever Notice? Ch. 08


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
*  
  
"You're glowing," Alice said.  
  
Christina giggled. "I am not."  
  
"You definitely are," Alice said. She sipped her iced tea. "And it's hardly
surprising why."  
  
Christina giggled again. She looked over the edge of her sunglasses at the
boys, splashing around in the pool. She and Alice were stretched out on
lounges, oiled up and soaking in the sunlight, each of them wearing tiny
bikinis that barely contained their pulchritude. One in black, one in red,
both incredibly attractive.  
  
Alice reached out a hand and grabbed one of Christina's. "I'm so happy for
you, Chris."  
  
"Thank you, Alice. I'm not sure Eric and I would be here if it weren't for
you."  
  
It was Alice's turn to laugh. She gave Christina's hand a little squeeze.
"Entirely selfish on my part, my dear. My little secret was too huge not to
share, and I can't tell you how much it means to me not to have to hide this
thing from everyone in my life."  
  
"I know what you mean," Christina said with a smile. She picked up her own
drink, liberally spiced with rum, and swallowed. She set the glass down and
tugged Alice's hand, pulling her up off the chair. "Let's go join them."  
  
Alice whipped her sunhat off and threw it to the ground. Hand in hand the
busty mothers walked down the steps into the pool. Christina shivered
dramatically as the cool water lapped at her strong thighs, which caused all
kinds of havoc all over her body. Eric whistled appreciatively. He threw the
ball in his hand over his shoulder, ignoring Tom entirely, and swam quickly
towards his mother.  
  
He scooped her up in his powerful arms and pulled her into a tight embrace
that squashed her breasts against his chest. She slipped her hands up to brace
his cheeks as his lips swooped in and kissed her deeply. She sighed and folded
into her son. Christina closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body
against her, his lips and tongue, the press of his manhood against her pubis.  
  
Christina opened her eyes and looked over her son's shoulder and watched in
open admiration as Alice and Tom mimicked their embrace. Seeing another mother
and son French kissing and rubbing their bodies against one another just a few
feet away from her created a delicious tingle in Christina's belly.  
  
Eric noticed her distraction and pulled away from her slightly. He turned his
head, looking over his shoulder. The two of them quietly watched Alice and Tom
practically devouring one another. Christina and her son shared a secret look
and a slow smile.  
  
The other couple, finally sensing they were being watched, broke apart,
blushing. "Get an eyeful, Hendersons?" Alice said, covering her embarrassment.
Tom looked oddly self-conscious. He seemed to be looking everywhere but at
Christina.  
  
"We did, Parks," Christina said. She pulled herself out of Eric's embrace,
giving his bicep a squeeze before sliding her arm down his back and cupping
his tight ass.  
  
Alice laughed. "This is all a little strange, isn't it?"  
  
The boys nodded.  
  
"At the same time," Christina said, "it's nice to be able to be affectionate
with one another around other people."  
  
At this, the boys nodded. Christina poked Eric in the ribs. "You can talk, you
know."  
  
Eric chuckled self-consciously. He pulled his eyes away from Alice's cleavage
to look his mother in the eye. "Sorry, it's just, y'know, like Mrs. Park --
Alice -- said. It's a little strange. I'm still getting used to this."  
  
"Yeah," Tom agreed. "Mom and I have had to be secretive all these months. It's
a hard habit to break."  
  
"Not that secretive," Alice muttered. She splashed her son in the face. He
looked surprised for a split second, and then a wicked grin crossed his lips.
He scooped Alice up, eliciting a shriek, and held her up about chest high
before throwing her towards the deep end.  
  
Alice came up spluttering, long hair slicked back, her sunglasses floating on
the surface of the pool. She looked furious. Tom's wide grin faltered, and
then he turned and started swimming for the ladder. Alice rushed after him,
cleaving through the water.  
  
Eric pulled Christina out of the way as Alice surged past them. Christina
laughed. Eric, who had looked concerned at first, started to smile when he
heard her. They watched, giggling, as Tom struggled up the steps and Alice
caught up to him. She grabbed him by the trunks and hauled him back into the
water, dunking him.  
  
Tom came up out of the water, wrapped his arms around his mother, and his lips
found hers. Alice stiffened initially, but softened quickly, folding into her
son's arms and kissing him back just as fiercely.  
  
Eric, bemused, looked at Christina. She cupped his chin and pulled his face
down to her lips so she could kiss him as well. Her other hand slid down his
abdomen and caressed the front of his trunks, feeling the hardness growing
down there. No shrinkage for her son.  
  
Alice pulled away from Tom and climbed out of the pool. She flung her wet hair
back and pulled her bikini bottoms out of the cleft of her ass. "I have to go
wash my face," she said. "My makeup is not waterproof, and I'm sure I look a
mess." She shot a glare at Tom, who shrugged apologetically.  
  
Alice scooped up a towel and wrapped herself in it before disappearing into
the house. Tom watched her go before turning towards the Henderson's self-
consciously. "I didn't know about the makeup," he said lamely.  
  
Then he noticed Christina's hand under the water, casually caressing Eric's
massive erection through his swim trunks. Tom blushed and looked away. "I'm
going to, um, I'm gonna go check on my Mom."  
  
Eric probably should have been embarrassed, but he only felt arousal. The most
beautiful woman in the world was in his arms, and he really only had eyes for
her. He noted Tom's uneasiness only peripherally, focusing most of his
attention on Christina.  
  
"Do you like when your mother touches your cock?" Christina asked huskily.
Eric nodded. He leaned down to kiss her.  
  
Christina pulled Eric towards the shallow end of the pool. He followed
willingly, lead by the slim hand cupping his erection. Christina nudged and
pushed him here and there, until she had her son situated on the steps where
she wanted him. With casual certainty, she pulled his wet trunks off of him
and threw them over her shoulder. They floated on the surface of the pool
water, forgotten, while Christina settled down at the base of the steps.  
  
Her slim hands swept up and down the tall column of flesh between his legs,
while Erich half floated and half sat, enjoying the sensations. Pearls of
precum appeared on the angry head of his rampant dick, and Christina's palm
swept them up to oil his length. Her breasts jiggled in their brief top as her
hands moved up and down, caressing every inch of her son's gorgeous tool.
Christina panted with exertion and lust.  
  
Eric sighed and watched his mother with half-hooded eyes. She shone in the
sunlight, and the red of her bikini complemented the dark shade of her hair
and the bright scarlet of her lipstick. Her cheeks and chest were flush with
emotion, and her blue eyes shone with passion.  
  
"Such a big boy for Mommy," she said, low and husky. "Do you like watching
Mommy jack you off, sweetie? Do you like seeing Mommy's big titties bounce for
you?"  
  
Eric groaned. "Fuck yeah, Mom. You're so hot and sexy."  
  
"So are you, sweetie-bear, so are you." With that, Christina levered her son's
huge cock away from his abdomen and dipped her head. Her crismon lips wrapped
around the thick cockhead and her tongue teased his flesh. Eric groaned again,
the feelings too intense for speech. His cock flexed and jumped, but
Christina's practiced hands kept him in place. Slowly she enveloped him,
sucking his raging cock into the warm wetness of her mouth. Saliva and precum
mixed liberally, dripping down his exposed length onto her fingers. His cock
stretched against her cheeks, making them bulge obscenely.  
  
Christina closed her eyes and moaned around her son. She loved the feel and
taste of him, the way he filled her mouth, how the map of veins pressed
against her tongue, how his precum squirted by the pint into her oral cavity
and slid happily down her throat. She was truly blessed, to have given birth
to this magnificent fuck machine, and now to have it all to herself.  
  
Christina adjusted the angle of Eric's cock and swallowed more of him. She
felt his cockhead nudge against the back of her mouth. Her throat constricted
initially, but it didn't take much effort to get him past the obstruction and
barreling deep into her throat. His neatly trimmed pubic hair, smelling
strongly of chlorine, tickled her nostrils. She held him there as long as she
could and then swept back up his length to take deep gasping breaths. Saliva
and precum soaked his cock in long strings, some of them connected to her full
lips as she breathed heavily.  
  
Eric braced himself against the steps, trying hard not to float away.
Christina grabbed his cock, which had slapped against his abdomen when she
released it, and brought it back to her lips. She kissed the purple dome all
over. Her tongue lashed out to taste him, then down and around his impressive
length, until she reached his full, swollen balls. She sucked one large egg
into her mouth, slowly jacking his length with one hand, and was rewarded with
another deep and lusty groan from her son.  
  
Eric's hands ached to grab her head or shoulders, but he had to hold onto the
walls and steps of the pool to keep from drifting away. His hips jerked,
sloshing water around them both, as she teased him.  
  
Christina released his testicle and flattened her tongue against the base of
his cock. She dragged it up his length slowly, tasting her own saliva and her
son's delicious precum as she did. His powerful tool throbbed in her hand. She
looked past his towering cock and saw him red-faced and straining, grimacing
with lust and need.  
  
Christina took pity on him. "Let go, sweetie. Let go and give me all that
delicious cream." She raised herself up again and thrust him into her mouth,
letting his hips rise and fall gently in the water so that he fucked her face
slowly. It didn't take long for Eric to grunt and strain. She felt his cock
swell between her lips and across her tongue, as the cockhead nudged the back
of her mouth.  
  
Christina held him at the base and cupped his balls, and she felt his orgasm
begin. His balls contracted, the base of his dick shivered, and a tremendous
stream of jism thundered up through his flesh tube and splattered the inside
of her mouth. One, two, quick pulses filled her mouth to overflowing. She
swallowed noisily, and almost choked as the third streamer came hard after the
first two and jetted straight down the back of her throat. She released him,
coughing and spluttering, jism dripping from her lips on her chin and the
upper slopes of her breasts, while Eric continued to spray.  
  
A blast arced straight up and came down on Christina's heaving breasts. More
followed, some hitting the water, others landing atop Eric's cock and balls
and Christina's hands, while the rest ended up coating Eric's smooth, muscular
abdomen. Thick pools of silvery white cum decorated her son. Christina licked
her lips, tasting him. She leaned down without shame and began to lap up his
precious spend, one delicious drop at a time.  
  
Eric's cock hardly wavered in its thickness, but even if it had, her lips and
tongue and quiet coos of delight would have made him hard again in record
time.  
  
*  
  
Tom wandered through Christina Henderson's house, finally locating his mother
in the first floor bathroom. Alice scrubbed her face, muttering darkly under
her breath.  
  
"Hey, uh, Mom, just wanted to apologize. Thought we were just fooling around."  
  
"I'll show you fooling around," Alice said. She dried her face and squinted
into the mirror. "I didn't really want to get my hair wet, either. All that
chlorine is going to damage my roots."  
  
"You look great with your hair slicked back and your bikini soaking wet
against your body."  
  
Alice looked flatly at her son. "Why did you come in here?"  
  
Tom stared at the ceiling. "Well, Mrs. Henderson had her hands down Eric's
pants, and I thought I'd give them a moment. I felt a little like a pervo just
standing there."  
  
Alice snorted. "And the other day looking through their window, that wasn't
being a 'pervo'"?  
  
"Mom, you know what I mean."  
  
Alice laughed. She reached into a handbag and started to reapply her makeup.
Just some eyeshadow, a hint of rouge, and a long swipe of ruby red lipstick on
her full, kissable lips. When she was done, she stepped out of the bathroom
and into her son's arms, pressing her plush body up against his hard muscles.  
  
"Does little boy need Mommy to hold his hand so he doesn't get scared and run
into the house?" she said with a giggle.  
  
"Mom, seriously."  
  
"Alright, alright," she said in a normal tone. She poked him in the chest.
"But I don't need you scurrying after me every time I leave the room and the
other couple starts getting hot and heavy."  
  
Tom sighed. "Okay, fair enough."  
  
She took his hand anyway and led the way out onto the patio. He followed just
a little bit behind her, mesmerized by the way her meaty ass flexed in her
tiny black bikini bottoms, which were riding high on her cheeks. He liked the
way her boobs bounced with each step, too.  
  
The two of them froze as they stepped outside. Alice involuntarily raised a
hand to cover her open mouth, while her eyes widened and her breath came
faster. Tom, already semi-hard, felt his dick thicken and expand between his
legs immediately.  
  
Christina sat astride her son on the steps of the pool. Eric's swim trunks
floated in the deep end, while nearby the bottom of Christina's suit bobbed as
well. Her red furred pussy was wrapped around her son's frankly immense dick,
while her feet were braced on the steps and one hand held the railing.
Christina pushed against the steps and Eric's cock half-slid out of her. She
slammed herself downward, driving him deep once more. Eric's arms were braced
on the pool walls, but he floated beneath his mother, his body bobbing as she
rode him. Her huge breasts, still mostly hidden by her red bikini top, swung
up and down majestically as the two of them fucked.  
  
Both Hendersons grunted and gasped with effort and lust. Christina threw her
head back, eyes closed, and cried out as her pussy lips widened perceptibly
around the base of Eric's cock.  
  
Alice turned to her son. His eyes were locked on the beautiful redhead, but
she grabbed his chin and turned him towards her. He blinked, pupils dilated,
breathing rapidly. "Jesus Christ, Mom," he whispered.  
  
Alice nodded. "Follow me," she said. She released his hand and marched toward
the chaise lounges. She grabbed another towel and walked over to the side of
the pool, parallel to the fucking Hendersons who, in their passion, had yet to
notice the return of their guests.  
  
Alice's pussy tingled and her hard nipples dented her bikini top. She plucked
at the ties on her hips and peeled her bottoms off of her soaking wet crotch.
Without ceremony, she dropped to her hands and knees and raised her ass into
the air. She looked over her shoulder at her son, who had followed close on
her heels. With a wicked grin, Tom shucked his shorts off and knelt down
beside her.  
  
Alice felt her son's cockhead nudge up against her moist pussy lips, and then
he was inside, driving forward with enough force that Alice almost lost her
balance. She felt her ass ripple as his abdomen collided with her muscular
backside. Tom's hands closed around her narrow waist and he began fucking her
in earnest. Alice wailed, overcome with lust and need.  
  
"Holy shit!" Christina gasped. The two mothers locked gazes. "I'm so sorry,
Alice, I totally forgot you were even here." The paler woman was blushing
furiously, looking terribly embarrassed, and yet her hips never slowed.  
  
"When Tom went into the house, I thought we'd have time for a quick blowjob,
but one thing led to another and I guess we got away from ourselves. I'm so
sorry!"  
  
"Don't be, Chrissy," Alice said with a grunt. Her hips shivered as her son
pounded into her over and over again, a relentless jackhammer of lust that was
already beginning to coax an orgasm from her dripping pussy. "I'm glad you
finally got this party started," she managed to gasp out, before her orgasm
took her.  
  
In the pool, Eric's arms reached up, making him bob even more, and he grabbed
his mother's waist. His feet came down to the pool bottom and he stood, taking
Christina with him. With her son still deep inside her, Christina shrieked at
the sudden movement. She instinctively wrapped her arms and thighs around
Eric, squashing her titanic tits against his broad chest. Eric's hands slid
down her waist to cup the full globes of her ass.  
  
Eric held Christina steady as he began to fuck her, driving his cock
relentlessly into her welcoming pussy. Christina held tight and fucked back at
her son, driving her hips forward to meet his every thrust. Water churned up
around their waists.  
  
Alice watched the Hendersons as her son fucked her doggy-style on the deck,
his long powerful cock providing as much stimulation as the visuals on
display. Christina really was a rather beautiful woman, and her son was a
gorgeous man. She knew Tom was watching the other couple as well, and hoped he
enjoyed it as much as she did.  
  
Alice caught Eric shooting admiring glances in her direction, and at one
point, Christina settled her head down on Eric's shoulder so she could watch
Tom fuck Alice too. Once more the two mother's locked gazes, and they gave one
another slow, secret smiles. The smiles that only two mothers being fucked by
their strapping sons can share.  
  
Tom managed to trigger three orgasms deep inside Alice before he succumbed
himself. She felt his delicious cock swell as he hammered home inside her, and
then he was bucking and throbbing and spraying his precious, potent seed. His
explosion set off another inside Alice, one that made her arms and thighs
quiver. Unable to hold herself upright any longer, she slid off her son. He
fell against her, but his cock slid out, and he sprayed the last few jets of
cum across her ass.  
  
Alice saw, with no small satisfaction, Eric's eyes roll back in his head and
his hips jerked rapidly. Christina's own eyes grew wide and she shook in her
son's arms. Alice knew Eric was filling his own mother's womb with and endless
stream of creamy cum, and that knowledge set off a mini-orgasm for her.  
  
Eric and Christina collapsed in the pool, as their guests had on the deck, and
the four lovers each fought to recover their breaths and composure.  
  
Christina uncoupled from her son, dragging herself up and off his still semi-
hard dick. On unsteady feet she climbed up on to the steps and sat down. Her
heavy breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took.  
  
Alice coiled herself on the towel, allowing Tom to lay down beside her. She
saw with some pride that he remained solid and ready for another go as well.
She reached down and palmed his cock, giving him a few gentle strokes. Tom
shivered in her arms, grabbed her wrist, and told her to slow down. She
chuckled a little.  
  
Her son rolled his shoulders so he could face her and gave her a kiss. "Love
you," he said softly. Alice, suddenly overcome by emotion, held him tight
against her and found she couldn't respond. She hoped the look she gave him
was sufficient. By the smile on his face, it looked like it was.  
  
*  
  
After the furious fuck session by the pool, the four of them retreated into
the house. Christina suggested it as a way of avoiding sunburn on delicate
parts, which got a chuckle out of Alice and an alarmed look from the boys.  

When Eric and Tom tried to put their swim trunks back on, both mothers
insisted they remain nude. In solidarity, they removed their bikini tops,
allowing their large, matronly breasts to swing free and happy. Everyone
cuddled up naked in the living room. Christina and Eric sat on the sofa, while
Tom settled into an easy chair with his mother on top of him.  
  
"I am sorry about that," Christina said. "I honestly forgot you guys were in
the house. I didn't intend to kickstart an orgy."  
  
"And yet here we are," Alice said with a laugh. "And I think we all had fun.
Didn't we, boys?"  
  
Tom nodded. His hard cock was nudging up against his mother's sweetly rounded
ass, and he had one hand cupping a tit and the other around her waist. He was
quite comfortable, albeit a little jealous at the glances his mother was not
hiding in the direction of Eric's cock. Still, Tom could content himself with
the view of Christina's gorgeous rack.  
  
Eric was blushing. He held Christina close to him, and she had lifted her legs
up onto the sofa and tucked them under her, hiding her pussy, but her breasts
were on full display. Eric didn't like the way Tom was ogling his mother, but
he couldn't help himself from admiring Alice's athletic curves either. As if
having his naked mother held tightly in his arms wasn't enough, seeing Alice
and Tom Park embrace as lovers rather than parent and child had put steel in
his lap.  
  
Christina looked up at Eric, and seeing how red his face was, prompted him.
"You did have fun, didn't you sweetie?"  
  
"I did, Mom, I did. I always do with you. Although I guess I'm still getting
used to it all."  
  
"You're still in that honeymoon period," Alice said. "You two are getting to
know one another again, and you can't keep your hands off one another."  
  
Christina giggled and traced her fingers across Eric's broad chest. "And how
long was your 'honeymoon period,' Alice?"  
  
Alice looked at Tom with that puzzled expression couples share when they're
about to agree on something. "Um... a little over six months now, I think,
isn't it, baby?" Tom rolled his eyes, but Christina laughed.  
  
"Six months?" Eric blurted out. "You two have been having sex for six months?"  
  
Alice nodded. Tom grinned broadly. He kneaded the tit in his hand, causing
Alice's nipple to pucker. She shifted in his lap and licked her lips, glancing
at her son.  
  
"Six fantastic months," Tom said. "Mom and I fuck five or six times a day, if
we can. Honestly, I can't get enough of her. She drives me wild." Alice's full
lips pulled into a smile and she kissed her son lightly.  
  
"Wow," Eric said. "That's... wow."  
  
"Hard to believe?" Christina said. Eric recognized a note of concern in her
voice, but doubted that the Parks noticed.  
  
Eric tucked her closer to him, feeling her big tits squash against his chest.
"No, Mom," he said, "it's not hard to believe. It's just awesome to hear."
Christina brightened at that, and gave Eric a tiny kiss on the tip of his
nose. She hadn't done that since he was little, when he had done or said
something particularly nice for her. Eric's cock flexed unconsciously.
Christina dropped a hand into his lap and slowly began to run her fingers up
and down his length.  
  
Eric kissed her again, and looked across the room at the Parks. Alice had
shifted on Tom's lap. She now sat directly on top of him, so that her cute
little pussy pressed down on his erection, and her full springy ass pressed
into his stomach. Tom was all but hidden behind her, though he reached around
to cup her tits and roll her nipples in his fingers.  
  
"How did it start?" Eric heard himself say.  
  
"What, us?" Alice asked for clarification. At Eric's nod, she shook her head.
"Dumb luck. I came home one night after a bad date frustrated, a little drunk,
and more than a little horny, to find my son the shut-in up in his room
watching porn on his computer.  
  
"The door was slightly ajar, and I had kicked off my heels before coming
upstairs, so he didn't hear me. I think he was a little entranced with what he
was watching, too. I heard a woman's moan, and I knew what he was doing, and I
should have just kept going to my room, but like I said, I was drunk and
horny, and a little curious. So I nudged the door open a little wider and
peeked inside.  
  
"His room was dark except for the glow of the computer screen. He had his
magnificent cock in his hand, sliding up and down, coaxing beads of juice from
the slit. My jaw literally dropped, and I started to salivate right there. I
had no idea my little baby had such a pretty cock."  
  
At this point, Tom's dick lurched between Alice's legs, nudging her moist
pussy lips. Alice gasped, Tom grunted. Alice slowly began to raise and lower
herself, using the chair arms for balance. Her pussy lips mashed against her
son's thickness. Precum dripped from the angry helmet, onto the towel that Tom
had laid across the chair.  
  
"Anyway, that was hardly the only shock. It took a few moments to register,
but the woman moaning on the video kept using the word 'son,' and telling
whoever was fucking her to 'fuck mommy.' That just made my pussy gush. It was
wrong and so hot at the same time. I still didn't draw all the lines between
the dots, but I knew that whatever Tom was into, I was into it too. I watched
him as he jerked off and waited with bated breath when he grabbed a wad of
tissues and exploded into it.  
  
"When he collapsed against his desk chair, grimacing, I made my exit. I
hurried down the hall to my bedroom as quickly and quietly as I could, found a
dildo, and shoved it up my pussy as far as it would go until I came like
gangbusters. It was only in the afterglow that I started to wonder if Tom
might think naughty thoughts about me.  
  
"So, for the next week, I tried to find out. I started wearing skimpy clothes
around the house. I found ways to lean over him in low cut tops, or bend down
in front of him to show off my ass. I bought some gourmet lollipops and
devoured one noisily and explicitly every night. I bought some new lingerie
and some slutty outfits and I planned to have a fashion show for Tom, but
after the third day, he scurried up to his room while I was eating the
lollipop. I followed shortly, and caught him with his pants around his ankles,
fiercely jerking off, moaning my name.  
  
"Well, what mother in her right mind wouldn't drop to her knees in a situation
like that and suck her son's dick until he exploded? We've been at it ever
since."  
  
Tom's hands had roamed all over his mother's incredible body throughout the
story, and finally, as she reached the finish line, her grabbed her by the
hips and lifted her up. His cock rose, lining up with her pink, flushed pussy.
Without any verbal direction from her son, Alice spread her lips, grabbed his
dick, and aimed it for her weeping slot. She settled on to him with a gasp and
a sigh and a liquid sound.  
  
Alice leaned back against her son, turned her head, and kissed him deeply.  
  
Christina, who had enjoyed hearing the story at least once before, now enjoyed
experiencing it through Eric. His cock grew stiffer in her hand with each
word, and her grip grew stronger, until she was happily jerking him off. She
did it slowly, delicately, to the rhythm of the tale, but she did it with
purpose and intent. Her gaze flickered from Eric's wide-eyed blushing face to
his huge, angry cock as it flexed in her hand. As Alice neared the end of her
story, Christina felt Eric's cock jump and swell. She got her lips over the
head just as Alice finished, and the first huge gob of seed shuddered up
Eric's length and sprayed across his mother's mouth. She swallowed quickly,
greedily, knowing that the next rope would be just as thick, just as
delicious, and coming rapidly behind.  
  
Alice and Tom fucked slowly, sensuously, while on the sofa Christina swallowed
Eric's epic load. Alice looked Eric in the eye while he came, and knew he was
thinking of her. It made fucking her son in front of him and Christina extra
delicious, and she had already orgasmed twice before Tom swelled deep inside
her and fired another salvo directly into her womb. Alice whimpered and shook
atop her son.  
  
The four of them relaxed a little bit, although all of them could sense a new
kind of tension in the room. Only Christina seemed uncertain about its source.
Still, in an effort to defuse it a little, she suggested having some lunch.  
  
So they all put on some modicum of clothing and the moms put together
sandwiches in the kitchen, and they all sat down to have a semi-normal meal.
With everyone still half-naked and subtly or not-so-subtly pawing one another
between bites, there was a certain air of surreality to it all. At least for
Eric. He was particularly troubled by the eyes that Alice kept throwing in his
direction when his mother wasn't looking.  
  
She wanted a piece of him, he was certain. And he couldn't say that he didn't
want to see what she would be like in bed. Or on the floor, or in the pool, or
wherever. But he also didn't want to hurt or betray his mother, not that they
now had this new closeness. And he didn't want to piss off Tom. The other teen
appeared fully aware of Alice's appraisal of his friend, and though Tom didn't
look angry, he did look about as uncomfortable as Eric felt.  
  
That still didn't keep Tom from checking out Christina, though. And that
should have made Eric angry in and of itself, but instead it made him feel
slightly less guilty for wanting to fuck Alice.  
  
He couldn't resist a sigh. His life had changed considerably in the last few
days.  
  
"Whatcha thinking?" Christina asked, nestled against him.  
  
Eric thought quickly. "I guess I'm just still processing all of this.
Adjusting. It's fun and awesome, don't get me wrong, but this is so not
normal."  
  
"No, it isn't," Alice agreed. She smiled and winked at Eric. "But that's what
makes it so hot."  
  
_Maybe_, Eric thought. _But it's a slippery slope. I've gone from incest to
exhibitionism, and now I'm contemplating swinging._  
  
The boys cleaned up the dishes while the ladies wandered back into the living
room, giggling like teenagers.  
  
"He's SO big," Alice stage whispered as the two moms left their sons. "How do
you handle him, Christina?"  
  
Christina laughed. "He's not much bigger than Tom," she said, more softly, not
wanting to share the conversation as badly as Alice appeared to. "Besides, the
way Tom moves, you clearly have nothing to worry about. And it's mostly just
Eric's girth at the base that stretches my poor little pussy... so
deliciously." She laughed. "I have no doubt that you could handle him, Alice."  
  
"Is that an offer? Because if that's an offer, I am taking it."  
  
Christina paused and looked at her friend. The two mothers stood in the middle
of the living room. Christina was removing her bikini top, while Alice stood
close beside her, eyes open wide and mouth slightly parted. She looked like
she was salivating.  
  
"Is that what's going on?" Christina said, a little sharply. "You want to fuck
my Eric?"  
  
Alice blanched. She took a step back and held up her hands. "Just a taste,
Chris. I'm not going to try to steal him from you." She sighed, lowered her
hands, and looked Christina in the eye.  
  
"Look, it's not just me. Tom would really like to be with you." Christina
started, and Alice raised her hands again. "And that makes me insanely jealous
to think about it, just like you're feeling now. But I forced myself to
remember that he's not just my lover, he's my son. He's going to grow up and
move out and find someone to spend his life with who he isn't related to. And
I've got to be ready to deal with that."  
  
Christina frowned, suddenly contemplating.  
  
"Believe me, Chris, I've been doing this longer than you have. The doubts
never really stop, even when the sex is this good. I just know I can't be the
clingy girlfriend in this situation. My son deserves better from me.  
  
"I would never do anything without your approval. In fact, I'd prefer your
participation. And I don't expect a 'yes,' or even an answer any time soon,
but I just want you to think about it. To know it's on the table.  
  
"And I'm sorry if I've upset you. You're the best friend I've ever had, and I
would never want to hurt you."  
  
Christina nodded. "Well, you have."  
  
Alice gasped. "Shit, Chris, I'm so-"  
  
It was Christina's turn to raise a hand. "But you're so fucking logical and
you make a terrible kind of sense. I worry so much about our relationship, and
how long it can really last, and what is going to happen next. I worry about
him leaving me. Isn't that awful?"  
  
"No, Chris, it's natural. I worry the same thing about Tom. He's the best
thing in my life, the best thing I've ever done with my life, but I know this
can't last forever."  
  
"And you think that me fucking your son and you fucking my son will make
things better?"  
  
Alice felt tears forming at the corner of her eyes. "When you put it like
that, no. No I don't." She'd had this conversation with her son just the night
before, and he had voiced his own reservations about sharing her, about
sharing Christina. But she was horny and had blundered forward without
considering anyone else.  
  
"I'm sorry," Alice said. "I'm an idiot. I should go." She couldn't stay, she
felt the need to flee, to escape the look in Christina's eyes, and the look
her son would give her when he returned from the kitchen and found out what
had just happened.  
  
Alice was surprised when Christina reached out and grabbed her arm. "No," she
said. "Don't go. I'm mad at you right now, but like you said, we're best
friends." She sighed. "This whole situation is unprecedented, but I don't
think the solution is to run away. Running away is something my ex-husband
does, and I don't want you to start doing it."  
  
"Okay," Alice said, her voice very small. Christina cocked her head and looked
at her, and then they two of them were balling and hugging.  
  
Eric and Tom wandered in to the room at that point. Eric made as if to rush to
his mother's side, but Tom grabbed his arm and held him back. "I don't know a
lot about women, but I do know they don't need either of us to work this out."  
  
Eric looked at Tom, nodded, and relaxed. "Do you have any idea what this is
about?"  
  
Tom rolled his shoulders. "Hormones and emotions. You said it yourself, this
isn't exactly normal. I love my mom, and I love fucking her, and if I'm
honest, I'll admit that I get really horny watching you fuck your mom. But
that doesn't mean any of the past few hours has left my head screwed on
tight."  
  
"Ain't that the truth," Eric grunted. The two teenagers stared in silence at
their mothers. Eric finally said, "So you get horny watching me bang my mom,
huh?"  
  
Tom smiled slightly, unsure where this was going, but hoping it was going
somewhere where he didn't get his nose broken. He shrugged, agreeing.  
  
Eric nodded. "I know how you feel. Your mom is gorgeous and I can't believe
how cool it is to see another son fucking his mom."  
  
Tom released a breath. "So we're cool?"  
  
Eric held out a fist for bump. "We're cool," he said. Tom raised his own.  
  
The mom's pulled apart finally, wiping tears and more makeup off of their
faces. Eric rushed to grab the tissue box. Christina blew her nose noisily,
while Alice dabbed at her eyes with a grateful smile.  
  
"I'm not usually this emotional," she said shyly.  
  
"Everything okay, Mom?" Eric asked.  
  
"I think so," Christina said, grabbing another tissue. "But... I think we need
to get out of this house. Let's all get dressed. We'll go to the park for a
walk, or to the mall and do some shopping. We could see a movie -- a real
movie. Or take in a museum. Let's do something fun all together. What do you
think?"  
  
"I think that is a fantastic idea," Alice said. She looked Eric in the eye,
and with none of the flirtation of the last hour or so, said, "Your mother is
a very smart woman."  
  
"I know," Eric said, which earned him a big hug and a sloppy kiss from
Christina. Alice waved her son over, and pulled him into a tight embrace
herself. Over their mother's heads, the boys exchanged questioning looks and
shrugs.  
  
_Author's Note: This was intended to be the final chapter of the saga, and the
outline called for the "inevitable orgy." But the characters fought me on
that, and as a result, the conclusion has been postponed. Chapter Nine will be
posted as soon as it is finished. I beg your indulgence, as it may take a
little longer to write it than it took to produce the other chapters._




        Ever Notice? Ch. 09


_An Oedipus County Epic  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. All
characters are 18 or over. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
Christina drove. She took them into town, down to the gentrified area with
lots of whimsical little shops and eateries and wide lanes for leisurely
strolling.  
  
She and Eric walked arm in arm, while Alice and Tom maintained a discreet
distance, the sort that any normal mother and son would show in public.  
  
Alice wore a cute black dress with a scallop neck that showed considerable
cleavage, over which she had a white button up sweater. Tom had changed into a
Star Wars tee and a pair of jeans. Eric was dressed similarly, although his
t-shirt was a plain blue-gray. Christina had decided on a deep blue tapered
skirt with matching jacket, and white blouse and hose, complete with short
heels that accentuated her calves and the curve of her ass. The jacket
couldn't quite button in the front, but she looked stunning. The blue really
accentuated her eyes, as well as the contrast of her pale skin and fiery hair.  
  
The foursome walked and talked a while, enjoying the warmth of the early
spring day, browsing and window shopping. Neither Tom nor Eric could avoid
checking out one another's mother, nor the inordinate number of attractive
older women and single mothers who seemed to propagate the area. Once again,
Eric wondered what secret x-factor lured all the stunning women to the area.  
  
Most of the husbands and boyfriends Eric saw tended to be flabby, graying, or
looked unhealthy. Some of them seemed affixed to their phones or bluetooths,
all but ignoring the women at their sides. It all seemed unreal to Eric, like
he had landed on some kind of alien world. He also noticed more than a few
teenaged boys hanging with these older women, and wondered for the first time
how many sons and mothers were doing what he, Christina, Alice, and Tom were
doing. The surreality of it all made him dizzy.  
  
They did bump into one younger guy who seemed to have his act together.
Shorter than Tom, he was blond and bespectacled, but in good shape and seemed
to enjoy the company of the woman with him. And who wouldn't? She was slightly
taller than him, long-limbed, pretty in a pugnacious way, with long wavy
auburn hair and tits even larger than Christina's. They were pushing a baby
carriage out of a shop when Alice noticed them and waved. "My lawyer's son and
his wife," she explained.  
  
The couple with the carriage swung over to exchange pleasantries, and Alice
introduced Bill Smith and his wife Karen to her son Tom and her friends
Christina and Eric. She didn't identify the Hendersons as mother and son, but
there seemed to be some glitter of understanding in Bill's eyes when he shook
Eric's hand. Understanding, and a complete lack of judgement.  
  
"How was your mom's sabbatical?" Alice asked Bill, as Christina cooed over the
baby, and Karen showed off her 3-month old daughter, Janey. Eric wasn't
terribly interested in the kid, but he made small talk with Bill, who, while a
proud parent himself, was willing to talk video games and sports with Eric.
Bill was only a senior at the local university, which surprised Eric. He
decided to ask Bill a few pointed questions about the school.  
  
He didn't think that his mother noticed, but he caught her beaming at him from
across the carriage while he talked to Bill. That image gave him weird and
uncomfortable thoughts and derailed the conversation. Luckily he was saved by
the baby's wail.  
  
Tom grew silent as the women chatted and Bill and Eric talked. There was
something special about this little family unit, with the mom and the dad and
the baby, which struck him deeply. He looked at his mother, and how her face
lit up at the cute little girl, and he was reminded again of how much he truly
loved and admired her, how much he wanted her to be happy, and how much he
wanted to be the man who made her so. Crazy thoughts occurred to him, thoughts
that made him half-hard and dazed with love and lust, but he came back to
himself suddenly as Janey began to cry.  
  
"She's getting hungry," Karen explained, and the Smith's excused themselves,
wishing the four of them a good evening. Eric completely sympathized with the
little girl; he would be hungry all the time with a mom like that. He allowed
himself a slight smile at the realization that he did have a mom like that.  
  
Christina and Alice dragged Tom and Eric into a few clothing stores. The moms
had decided they wanted dinner at an upscale restaurant, and the boys' casual
dress wouldn't do.  
  
Tom was unusually quiet while Alice picked over the shirts, and she looked up
at him. "You okay?" she asked. He nodded, forced his thoughts to focus on the
present, and smiled.  
  
In short order they found themselves in suit jackets, dress pants, and button-
down shirts. Eric balked at trading in his red chucks, and Christina relented.  
  
The maitre de eyed Eric's feet while deciding where to place them, but he
didn't say anything, and the four of them soon sat down for an excellent and
incredibly expensive meal. Alice and Christina bitched about work, while Eric
and Tom discussed video games, movies, and compared their favorite sports
teams.  
  
It felt like a normal, relaxed, family dinner, at least for Eric. Tom noticed
a level of tension between his mother and Christina, but unwilling to ruin the
mood, he said nothing. He raised an eyebrow when Alice ordered a second glass
of wine, but if she noticed his expression, she didn't say anything.  
  
At last, with dinner over and leftovers boxed up, the foursome returned to
Christina's car. "Anyone for ice cream?" Christina asked.  
  
"I'd love to," Alice said, "but honestly I'm bushed. You can get dessert if
you'd like, Tommy."  
  
Tom shook his head. "Nah, I'm okay. Got to maintain my girlish figure,
anyway."  
  
No one so much as laughed politely at Tom's lame joke, which made him a little
self-conscious. Christina barely heard him, scrutinizing her friend instead.
"Are you sure?" Christina asked. "My treat?"  
  
Alice demurred. "Thank you, Chris, but no. It's been a lovely evening after a
long day, and I'd just like to get home and unwind a little bit." She smiled
slightly. "With my son."  
  
Christina nodded. She started to smile too, turning to grab one of Eric's
hands. "Yeah, okay, I know what you mean. I guess skipping dessert isn't a bad
idea."  
  
The Parks recovered their car from Christina's place and bid them good night.
While Eric and Christina walked around the house towards the pool in the
backyard, Tom took the wheel and headed home. Although he had his own
concerns, he wasn't ready to voice them yet. Instead, he wanted to know what
was going on between his mother and Christina.  
  
"So... you wanna tell me what happened?" Tom asked after pulling out of the
driveway. He sensed more than saw his mother's sharp look. There weren't a lot
of street lights in their neighborhood, and the interior of the car was
entirely dark.  
  
Alice sighed. "I did something stupid."  
  
"How stupid?"  
  
"Thomas. Is that any way to talk to your mother? I should wash your mouth out
with soap."  
  
"Don't try to change the subject."  
  
"You are an impertinent boy. Who's the parent here?"  
  
"Apparently I am. You still haven't answered my question."  
  
They had made it home during the short conversation. Tom turned into the
driveway, parked the car, and shut the engine off. He didn't open the door.
Instead, he shifted in his seat and looked at the silhouette of his mother.  
  
Alice sighed again. "I was... I made a play for Eric. To Christina. I mean, I
offered to take him off her hands."  
  
"Jesus, Mom," Tom barked. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, wounded more
deeply than he expected he would be at the idea. "I thought we talked about
this, and that we both agreed that would be a bad idea."  
  
"Yeah, well, I said it was stupid. Besides, I was horny, and not really
thinking straight. You should know all about that."  
  
It was Tom's turn to sigh, and if he sounded more than a bit like his mother
in doing so, that was hardly surprising. He hesitated, but plunged forward.
"Are you saying that what we have, what we do, is a stupid idea?"  
  
"No!" Alice said quickly. "No, that's not what I meant."  
  
Tom wasn't sure he believed her. He started to get a sick feeling in the pit
of his stomach. He wanted to open the door, flee the conversation, escape into
the house and a video game or a movie or something. But he forced himself to
plough on. "Mom. Am I... am I not enough for you?"  
  
A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the darkened car. "No,
Thomas," Alice said. She paused, took a deep breath. "The opposite, in fact.
You're too much for me."  
  
The sick feeling was getting stronger. "What does that mean?"  
  
"It means... it means that I love you very much. So much that it scares me
sometimes. You're my son, and even though you drive me crazy on a regular
basis, I love you with all my heart. But at the same time, you're my lover.
And not just any lover, but the most sexually compatible partner that I've
ever been with. And even after all this time, even though I am much older than
you _and_ your mother to boot, you're not tired of me. You still love me."  
  
Tom reached out a suddenly shaky hand, and felt his mother grasp it in the
darkness. "Of course I do, Mom."  
  
"But," she said, "You're about to graduate high school and go to college and
start your life. You're going to leave me, like every other man does. Only, in
your case, you're supposed to leave me. And I'm supposed to be okay with it.  
  
"And I'm trying, Tommy. I'm trying to be okay with it. And to make myself be
okay with it, I tried to force something that can't be forced. I mean, okay,
if I had to admit it, I think Eric is gorgeous and I would enjoy being with
him... but I know it would just be a fling. He's not my son. He's not my
Tommy."  
  
Tom knew Alice was crying now. He squeezed her hand, momentarily speechless.  
  
"And I know you want to be with Christina, and I thought that would help me
too. I was being stupid and horny and selfish, and I hurt Christina, and now
I'm hurting you, and I just feel awful."  
  
"Mom," Tom said, finally finding his voice. "I keep trying to tell you, and
you never listen to me. You have never listened to me. I love you. Yes, as my
mom. You'll always be my mom, I know that. But I love you beyond that. You're
my girl. You're my best friend. You're the first thing I think about when I
wake up, and you're the last thing I think about when I go to sleep.  
  
"I'm not going away to college. I want to stay here and be close to you. And I
don't plan on going anywhere else anytime soon.  
  
"I'm not sure what else I have to do to prove to you what you mean to me. I'm
not entirely an undateable dork, you know. I've had chances to date someone my
own age. If I wanted to. And I don't. Jesus, Mom, it's a Friday night during
school vacation and I'm hanging out with my mom. Do you think I would do that
if I didn't want to?  
  
"I'm here because I want to be here. I'm with you because there's nowhere I'd
rather be. I love you, Mom. And I'm not ever going to leave you."  
  
Alice was crying silently now, and when he was done talking, Tom reached
awkwardly across the front seat to pull her into his arms and hug her close.
He knew, even though she didn't say it, that she still didn't believe him. He
knew because he knew _her_. But that was okay. He would make her believe, even
if it took the rest of his life.  
  
Tom smiled as his mother's arms finally came up to wrap around his shoulders.
"I love you, Thomas Park," she said, muffled by his shoulder, tears staining
his new jacket.  
  
"I love you, Alice Park," he said. His own eyes were beginning to water, but
he forced himself to keep an even keel. His mother generally wasn't one for
the waterworks, but it had clearly been an emotional day for her.  
  
Alice released him. "Let's go inside and clean up," she said. Her lips brushed
his, wet and salty with her tears. "And then I need some good, hard loving
from my boy."  
  
They hurriedly exited the car and entered the house. Alice practically fled up
the stairs to her bedroom. Tom allowed her a few moments, leisurely removing
the recently purchased jacket and tie, as well as the button down shirt, and
draping them across the sofa. He kicked off his shoes and made his way
upstairs, pealing off his t-shirt as he went. He didn't even think about the
bags of clothes and towels left in the car.  
  
In the hall, he paused to tug off his socks and shimmy his pants down his
legs.  
  
He nudged the door to his mother's bedroom open with a knuckle and stepped
into the room wearing only his underwear.  
  
Alice lay seductively across the top of her queen-sized bed, having shucked
off her sweater and dress and shoes. She wore only her sheer black thigh-highs
and a golden necklace. She had taken time to scrub her face, but hadn't
reapplied any make-up, save for a quick pass of violet lipstick.  
  
Tom smiled, swept his boxers down his legs, and climbed on to the bed. He was
already hard. Just looking at her was enough to do that to him. Her sultry
eyes, her high cheekbones, her full lips. Those massive tits, narrow waist,
wide hips, and sculpted legs encased in her black stockings. So gorgeous, so
desirable, and yet maternal at the same time. And that was the kicker for Tom.
That this lovely, beautiful woman who wanted him to fuck her was in fact his
own mother blew his mind on a daily basis. The forbidden aspect of their
relationship was a huge part of the attraction.  
  
The bed creaked under Tom as he walked on all fours towards his mother. She
smiled and reclined against the cushions, raising her arms up to embrace him
as he moved across her. He kissed her on the forehead, then her left eye. Her
right eye. The tip of her nose. Alice giggled, squirming beneath him. His
erection nudged against her belly, leaving a thin trail of precum on her
flesh.  
  
Tom's lips found his mother's. They yielded against him, opening up, her
tongue coming out to play with his. Her fingers danced across his shoulders,
down his back, across his ass. His engorged cock bobbled between them, while
her heavy breasts rose and fell on her chest, nipples pointing straight up.
Tom lowered on top of her, feeling her breasts squash against his pecs, her
nipples digging into his skin. Her body was warm, lush, pliant.  
  
Tom kissed his mother's chin. He swept his tongue up along her jawline and
nibbled on an earlobe. Alice squirmed. Tom could smell her arousal, and the
press of her thighs against his hips encouraged him to speed things up.
Instead, he continued to take his time.  
  
He kissed the hollow of her throat. Her left shoulder. His tongue dragged
along her collar bone. He pressed his face against her right breast and rolled
himself into her cleavage. He inhaled deeply, savoring her subtle perfume and
her natural scent beneath that. His lips found her dark nipples, licked and
nibbled and slavered over them. He pressed her huge tits against his cheeks,
each globe almost eclipsed his head.  
  
All the while, Alice's hands swept up and down his back, across his shoulders,
caressing the back of his head. She mewled and cooed beneath him, thrusting
her shoulders forward and driving her tits into his face. Her hips rose up as
well. Tom could feel the heat coming off of her moist pussy. He was so hard
for her.  
  
Still kneading and caressing her magnificent breasts with his own hands, Tom
kissed his way down her smooth belly. He kissed her little belly-button like
it was a mouth, eliciting high pitched giggles and a twisting of her torso. He
trailed butterfly kisses down and along her left hip, and left big wet kisses
on the inside of her thigh.  
  
The muscles in her thighs bunched and jumped. She was agitated, eager. Her
womanly scent washed over him. Tom breathed deep. He looked at her beautiful,
pink, weeping pussy and licked his lips. Tom raised his eyes, looking up at
his mother's beautiful face framed by her huge tits, and smiled. Alice's eyes
narrowed with lust, and her full lips twisted into a grimace. Tom felt her
hands on the back of his head, urging him forward.  
  
"Enough teasing, baby," she said with a lustful moan. "Eat Mommy."  
  
Tom slid forward. Alice's thighs lifted up onto his shoulders, and his hands
went underneath to cup the globes of her delectable ass. Tom pressed his lips
against hers, felt her moisture soak into his skin, his nose press against her
neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair, and heard his mother gasp. Tom parted his
lips and snaked his tongue out to tease his mother's folds, to taste her, to
tease her, to pleasure her.  
  
Alice's heels bounced across his back and her fingers sank into his scalp. She
thrust her hips up into his face as he began to eat her out in earnest, his
agile tongue finding each distinct fold and lashing across it. He licked and
nibbled and kissed and slurped, rewarded with a flood of her juices that would
not ebb. She was coming already, and he hadn't so much as breathed on her
clit.  
  
Tom drank up her offering with an inner smile, delighted with himself that he
could make her feel so good. Just as she began to relax, and a dreamy,
satisfied grin slid across her face, Tom gripped her ass cheeks tightly, and
dragged his long tongue up from the base of her weeping gash to the top. The
tip of his tongue grazed her sensitive clit and Alice screamed. Tom kissed the
little nubbin, trapping it between his lips, and began to gently suck.  
  
Alice went wild. Tom was sure he would have bruises on his back, and he
wondered if her nails would leave scars in his scalp. He held on tightly to
her ass as Alice's hips rose and fell, a monster orgasm shaking her from head
to toe. When the aftershocks faded, Tom pulled himself away. He sat back on
the bed, proud cock angrily erect and throbbing between his legs as he
surveyed his handiwork.  
  
Alice sprawled in the middle of the bed, a boneless heap. Her large breasts
rose and fell rapidly as she fought to get her breath. But she wasn't done,
any more than her son was. She pointed at his crotch. "That cock," she gasped,
"needs to be in this pussy. NOW."  
  
Tom smirked, some of his old confidence returning, and fell upon his mother
once more. Her legs spread beneath him, and one hand reached down to grip his
length and guide him to her sacred hole. Her fingers felt like fire as they
wrapped around his length. He was ready to explode, and knew he wouldn't last
too long for this first bout of the evening.  
  
He felt her lips part as his glans nudged them aside, felt the delicious wet
heat of his mother's pussy envelop him as he sank to the hilt into her in one
smooth stroke. Tom grunted and Alice gasped. He looked into her eyes and saw
love and lust and something else he couldn't quite identify. She smiled at him
in that way she did, the way that made a tingle run down his spine. He smiled
back at her and leaned forward to kiss her. His lips, still coated with her
own juices, met hers, and she opened her mouth wide to spear him with her
tongue, to taste the result of her orgasm on her son's face.  
  
While they kissed, Tom began to slowly thrust in and out of his mother. His
cock sawed deep, driving forward. Alice's hips met every thrust, urging him
on.  
  
Tom thought of the Smiths, and the little baby they had, and how happy and
right and perfect their family looked. And he wished he could have that with
the woman he loved. He wished he could give Alice a baby. And in that moment
he erupted. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue dueling with hers, his
cock buried deep inside her, aching for her womb, his full balls slapping
against her ass. His cock throbbed and swelled and exploded, sending spiraling
jets of jism deep into her core. Thick, swirling jets that roared out of him
and splattered her insides, filling her up to the brim.  

Alice held him tight against her as he came, and though she didn't have
another big orgasm, she felt a small one go off as he pumped his potent seed
into her over and over again. After the first half dozen explosions, Tom began
to saw back and forth again, instinctively timing it so that he thrust forward
into her depths as the semen surged up through his tube and sprayed outward. A
milky froth appeared between them as his spend leaked out through Alice's
pussy lips, dripping down the momentarily exposed length of Tom's cock, and
stained their thighs and the sheets beneath them.  
  
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow slackened, and Tom
slowly withdrew, still semi-hard, his long cock dripping with their combined
juices. He collapsed beside his mother, who wrapped her arms tightly around
him and pressed her lush body against him. She rained kisses on his face.  
  
"That was so good, baby," she said, "just what I needed." She sighed. "It's
always so good with you. You never disappoint me." A wicked smile crossed her
lips. "In bed, at least."  
  
"Thanks, Mom," Tom deadpanned. He smiled. The smile slowly died. Alice's eyes
widened, expectantly. She sensed he was going to say something important.  
  
"Mom," Tom said, hesitantly. The endorphins were still raging in his system,
and his cock had hardly flagged and was regaining its full hardness with her
pressed against him. He could hardly get the words past his throat, but he had
to say it, had to ask the question now, while it was strong in his mind and
they were both reeling from passionate and fulfilling sex. "Mom, would you
ever consider having another child?"  
  
"A what?"  
  
Tom swallowed. "Another child. Y'know, a baby. With... with me."  
  
"Oh." She was rigid, her face frozen in shock. Her arms fell away from him,
and she retreated slightly across the bed.  
  
"So that's a no?" he said.  
  
"Yes, Thomas, that's definitely a no. What in the hell brought that on?"  
  
Tom released a burst of air from his lips. "I don't know. It's... I've thought
about it before. Once or twice. Not seriously. But seeing your friend's kid
with his wife and their baby, it made me think stuff. Like, seriously think
about it. We're never going to be able to get married. I get that. But we
could still start a family together. Have a kid, be together, be a family.  
  
"You're worried that I'm going to leave you, and nothing I say otherwise can
convince you. But you have to know that I could never leave my own kid, let
alone the mother of that kid."  
  
Tom looked at his mother. She had relaxed somewhat. "That's kind of sweet, in
its own way," she said finally. "But you have to realize what an
extraordinarily bad idea it would be. Assuming I even wanted more children,
which I don't, I'm sorry to tell you. I've done the mom thing already, and
while it gave me a wonderful son, I'm not that eager to do it all over again.  
  
"It's a lot of work, especially at first. I'm not sure you're prepared for
that. And on top of that, there's the issue of not only my age, which has its
own complications, but the fact that we're closely related. A baby of ours
won't have six fingers, but it could have serious genetic defects, and there's
no reason to assume it would even be viable.  
  
"And then there's the social issue. I'm not dating anyone right now, no one
publicly. What do I tell work? My friends? The family? I'm the responsible
one, remember? No one is going to believe I just got pregnant randomly at my
age.  
  
"Plus, how fucked up is our relationship as it is? I treasure it, don't
misunderstand me, but you and I are adults who both decided to be a part of
this. If we bring another life into the world, they don't have any such say.
But they're still as much a part of this as you or I.  
  
"So, no Tommy, I'm sorry. You and I are never going to have a child. I hope
you're not too upset by that."  
  
Tom felt a constriction in his chest growing tighter as Alice talked. But when
she finished, he suddenly felt it release. He took a deep breath. He looked at
her again. "You've thought about this."  
  
"Of course I have. We're careful, but we're not as careful as we could be, and
you've got Grade A baby-making juice pumping out of that gorgeous hunk of meat
you have there. It's not like I've had my tubes tied. Something could happen."  
  
"No, that's not what I meant. You have thought about this. A lot. I recognize
that note in your voice. You're not just trying to convince me, but you're
trying to convince yourself."  
  
It was Alice's turn to look away. "Maybe. Maybe I am. But you still have to
admit, it would be a bad idea."  
  
Tom shifted on the bed. He slid closer to his mother. She did not retreat. She
turned to look at him as he reached out and pulled her close.  
  
"I hear objections. I hear arguments. But I can think of solutions."  
  
"Oh, you can? My son, the barely squeaking-by senior in high school, can think
of solutions?"  
  
Tom sighed. "Maybe not right now. Or even tomorrow or the next day. But. I
think you have to admit, this is something worth thinking about. Something
worth talking about. Something worth looking into."  
  
Alice looked up into her son's blue eyes. So much like her ex-husbands, and
yet so different. Tom was growing up. He had been an adult for some time now,
but he was finally starting to grow up.  
  
"Okay," she said in a quiet voice. "We'll think about it." In her mind, that
was the end of the discussion, and she hoped Tom would leave it at that. She
reached between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his rampant cock,
still damp and sticky from their combined juices.  
  
"In the meantime, let's think about getting this thing to lie down and go to
sleep."  
  
Tom smirked. "Not going to happen, so long as you're with me, Mom." He kissed
her, and she kissed him back.  
  
*  
  
Christina watched Alice and Tom back out of her driveway.  
  
"Everything okay, Mom?" Eric asked.  
  
"Mmm-hmmm," Christina said noncommittally. She smiled, turning to her son, and
took his hand in hers. She led him down the driveway around to the back of the
house. Without the house lights on, the backyard was dark and quiet. However,
it was a clear night and the moon was high, creating a silver light that
glimmered off the surface of the pool.  
  
Christina stopped when they reached the patio. She turned to her son.  
  
"Tomorrow, you're leaving me. You're getting on a plane and flying back to the
Great White North."  
  
Eric smiled. "Yeah, but only to finish my senior year. Then I'm here for the
summer. Maybe for good."  
  
Christina smiled as well, pleased by Eric's enthusiasm. "Still, this is the
last night we'll have for a while. I want this to be special."  
  
Eric stepped closer, putting his hands on his mother's hips. "Every moment
with you is special, Mom."  
  
Christina giggled like a school girl and looked away. "Don't lay it on so
thick, Romeo."  
  
"I'm serious, Mom. This whole week, well, especially the last few days, have
been amazing. I've loved every minute of it. North Dakota is going to be
unbearable, and not because it's still winter there. It's because I'll be
missing you every minute I'm not with you." He leaned down and found her lips.
They yielded to his pressure, parting to let him taste her. A hand came up to
run along his neck and curl into his hair.  
  
When they parted, both were flushed and breathing heavily. "What you do to
me," Christina said breathlessly. "I love you so much, Eric."  
  
"I love you too, Mom."  
  
She smiled, white teeth gleaming between her ruby red lips. She put her hands
on Eric's shoulders and kissed him lightly. She smoothed the lapels on his new
jacket. "You look so handsome all dressed up. I should get you in a suit more
often. Although we should probably have a tailor look at it, it's a little
tight across those big shoulders of yours."  
  
Her hands glided down his chest towards his waist. Eric felt her fingers on
the buckle, loosening. She tugged the belt through the loops. Christina smiled
broadly again. She shrugged her shoulders, pulled her jacket off and folded
it. She knelt down in front of Eric, using the jacket as a pad for her knees.  
  
Eric's zipper rasped. She pulled the fly open and reached into his boxers to
pull his hardening cock free. The evening air was cool on his exposed flesh,
but his mother's fingers were warm where they curled around him, slowly
jacking him to greater hardness.  
  
Eric watched as his beautiful mother sat on her knees and jerked off his
thickening cock. "Mom," he said, "Mom, I want to see your tits."  
  
"Of course, sweetie," Christina said with a sultry smile. With her right hand
still tight around him, her left hand reached up to unbutton her blouse, down
to her navel. She pulled the collar down, baring her shoulders, and opening
the shirt up. Her gorgeous breasts, encased in a lacy white bra, heaved like
rolling tanks as she breathed. The dark line of her cleavage, an acre long,
beckoned to him.  
  
Christina wrapped both hands around her son's thick stalk and levered it down
to her lips. Eric felt her hot breath wash over him a moment before her lips
touched him. They parted and she gave a wet, sucking kiss to the angry purple
head. Her tongue teased the rubbery surface. Precum jetted from the tip,
coating her lips and tongue.  
  
Slowly she swallowed him. Her tongue undulated against the underside of his
cock. Her cheeks pressed in around him. Christina's full red lips widened
perceptibly as her son's cock sank further into her hot, wet, sucking mouth.
Eric groaned. He felt his cockhead nudge against the back of her mouth, felt
her throat close around it.  
  
Eric watched Christina's full, meaty breasts jiggle in their bra cups as she
sucked him off. It was almost hypnotic. He wished she had divested herself of
shirt and bra completely, but he had to admit the current view was not bad.
Christina cupped Eric's full balls and rolled them in her palm, while her
other hand encircled the base of his cock and squeezed gently. His cock sank
further into her throat. Christina's eyes watered, but her gaze never wavered.
Her beautiful blue eyes stayed locked on her son's.  
  
Christina's hand fell away and her nose settled into Eric's nest of pubic hair
as she swallowed his entire, massive, throbbing cock. Eric ran his hands
through his mother's hair. He fought the instinct to hold her there, to start
fucking her face, but he didn't want to choke her.  
  
Christina slurped her way back up, nostrils flaring. She released her son's
cock, briefly. Her full lips quirked up into a smile, making her eyes sparkle.
"I want you to cum, sweetie. Let it go. Give me all that delicious juice. I
want to see you spray it on me, cover me. I want to feel it on my skin." She
punctuated each sentence with sweet, wet kisses on the length of his cock.  
  
Eric groaned. Even now, he could still hardly believe that this was his own
mother, doing this to him. On her knees before him, worshipping his cock,
begging for his cum.  
  
She swallowed him again and went to work. No longer slow and sensuous, but
with increasing speed, almost fucking her mouth onto his rampant organ. Precum
and saliva slicked his length, filled her mouth, adding wet and squishing
noises to the blowjob. Christina's lips glistened with fluid, and Eric felt
cool air on his wet cock on each upstroke. Her fingers continued to tease his
balls, urging him along.  
  
Eric felt his cock grow thicker and harder, throbbing more quickly with each
passing second. His mother was mewling now, begging wordlessly. Eric felt the
pressure building at the base of his cock, felt the orgasm fast approaching.
"Here it comes, Mom," he grunted. "Moooooommmmmm," he moaned as his raging
tool expanded thickly, and cum raced up its length to spray across his
mother's tongue.  
  
Surprisingly, Christina swept her mouth completely free. The hand on his balls
squeezed gently, while her other hand gripped his thick base and aimed his
shuddering cock. A thick, viscous stream of cum erupted from the slit, hanging
in the air for a half second in a shining silver arc, before it fell, scoring
his mother's flesh, splattering across her exposed collarbone and the strap of
her bra.  
  
"That's it, sweetie," Christina gasped, "cum for Mommy, give me all that
precious spunk. Let me bathe in it, drown in it, cover me with it." She moaned
and shook deliciously as Eric rained jism down on top of her. His fluids
coated her breasts and neck, splashed against her cheek. It pooled in the
valley of her cleavage. Her tits, held together by her bra, created a tight
seal, and wouldn't allow much of the viscous cum to drip down between them. A
veritable lake of silvery cum grew between her tits as her son continued to
ejaculate, grunting from effort and groaning out his mother's name.  
  
Christina felt a mini-orgasm throb between her legs as he son rained down upon
her. It was almost maddening, the power she had over her son, the power to
drive him wild, to bring him to the brink and over it, to coax such a
prodigious and potent load of semen from his young balls. It made her hot and
wet and wild herself.  
  
As Eric's flood subsided, Christina looked down at her heaving rack and
admired his handiwork. Her bra and blouse were ruined, of course, but it was
for a good cause. Her tits were completely painted, and the lake of semen
coating the line of her cleavage practically steamed in the cool night air as
it shimmied on her jiggling tits. She thought her nipples might be able to cut
glass.  
  
Slowly, on shaking legs, Christina stood. She dragged a thumb across her
cheek, gathering up a streamer of her son's delicious jism, and licked it off
her digit. Eric groaned again, consumed with lust. Christina admired his thick
cock, still hard, and the tiny ribbon of cum that dripped from his slit.  
  
Wordlessly, Christina took her son by the hand and led him to the back door.
She unlocked it, slid it open and stepped into the kitchen. Like a good son,
Eric closed the door behind him.  
  
Still covered with her son's thick, viscous, silvery semen, Christina unzipped
her skirt and dragged it up her hips. She wore no panties underneath. What
Eric had taken to be pantyhose turned out to be thigh high stockings with a
flower pattern band around the top. She heard the hiss of Eric's indrawn
breath as he saw her exposed.  
  
Without looking at him, Christina bent at the waist, over the kitchen island,
and spread her legs. Her huge tits flattened against the countertop, spreading
Eric's cum across the surface. It glittered under the overhead light.  
  
Christina felt Eric's large, gentle hands on her hips. He caressed the globes
of her full, pale, springy ass. His massive cock nudged up against her ass,
sliding through the cleavage between her cheeks. Coated with saliva, precum,
and jism, it glided easily between them. Fluids dripped on her skin, almost
scalding her where they dripped. Christina shuddered in anticipation, and
wondered which hole Eric would pick. She was certain that his cock was too
thick for her ass, but if he insisted, she would not have denied him. Even if
she'd never done that with anyone before.  
  
She was almost relieved when she felt him retreat and then his thick cockhead
nudge against her soaking wet netherlips. She opened easily for him, so ready.
Always ready. And she would always be ready for him, she knew, for as long as
he wanted her.  
  
Eric's hands gripped her hips roughly, possessively, and he drove himself deep
into her core in one savage thrust. Christina cried out, sliding across the
countertop, slick with her son's cum. He started to fuck her like a natural,
like a master, like _her_ master.  
  
Christina laid her hands flat against the countertop and pushed back at her
thrusting son. Her ass flattened against his rockhard abs. Her inner folds
opened up for him, soaked him in her fluids, urged him on. The scent of him
filled her nostrils, the delicious smell of his semen spreading across her
chest and the counter.  
  
She found her voice. "Yes, sweetie, oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck Mommy, fuck
that big cock into me. Make your mother cum on your big fucking cock, your big
perfect fucking cock. You fill me up, so full, so fucking full, so delicious
and perfect and..."  
  
She had more nonsense to say, but her voice trailed off into a scream as a
tremendous orgasm ripped through her plush form. Christina laid her cheek
against the countertop, gasping and blinking like a fish on a wire as her son
pounded into her over and over again. Pleasure exploded throughout her body.
Her pussy throbbed, her heart thundered, her brain sparked with electricity.  
  
And still Eric hammered into her. His fingertips dug into her flesh while his
gorgeous cock tore through her.  
  
Eric's breath came fast as his hips jabbed forward, driving deeper into his
mother's welcoming pussy with each savage thrust. He couldn't get enough of
her. She was too beautiful, too sexy, too wonderful. He wanted to make her
feel as amazing as he felt, wanted to coax orgasm after orgasm out of her
insanely curvy body. The blowjob gave him stamina he would not have had
otherwise. The feelings of pleasure were so intense, it was as if his cock was
electrified. He couldn't think straight. All he could concentrate on was
fucking into his mother, over and over again, with as much force and speed as
he could muster.  
  
His legs shook. His shoulders bunched. His mother cried out, her voice rising
in pitch as the assault went on unbroken. She was pushed up and over the
kitchen island by the force of her son's thrusts. Her huge, semen soaked
breasts squashed into the hard surface of the counter, leaving a slimy trail
behind.  
  
Christina wailed and shuddered beneath her son as she was overcome once more.
Eric paused momentarily, gripping her hips and dragging her only a little
roughly down off the counter, letting her heels settle on the floor once more.
Not once did he remove himself from the warm prison of her pussy, and she
retained the presence of mind to contract her inner walls around him, gripping
and releasing, caressing his every inch.  
  
With his mother settled in place once more, Eric started fucking her again.
Christina looked over her shoulder at him, with her cheek still pressed
against the sticky counter. Her full lips gaped, and cries of pleasure echoed
from her mouth. The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room, as well as
the wet squelching of a thick cock driving into a soaking wet pussy.  
  
Christina shivered in delight a third time, her blood boiling, her pussy
weeping, as the pleasure center in her brain exploded. Her eyes rolled back
and her vision blurred, replaced by stars and energy and light.  
  
"Mom," Eric groaned. He could feel himself teetering on the edge. He thought
he would last longer, but it was just too good, too intense, too amazing.
"Mom, I'm going to cum."  
  
"It's okay, baby," Christina said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fill
Mommy up. Fill Mommy up with your juice."  
  
Eric grunted. His fingers sank into Christina's flanks, leaving marks. He
thrust forward, driving deep, nudging up against her cervix. His cock swelled
and throbbed and began blasting ribbons of potent baby batter into his
mother's core. His balls clenched like fists. His cock jerked and throbbed.
Christina felt every spurt as his jism thundered from his cock, filling her
full to bursting. She wished she could absorb it all, soak it up and devour
it, but she felt his spend leaking from her lips, coating her thighs and
Eric's balls and crotch.  
  
Christina climaxed a fourth time, driven almost mad by the intense feelings of
having her own son orgasm inside her.  
  
Eric collapsed atop his mother, fighting to catch his breath. Christina
mimicked him, gasping heavily as everything slowly returned to normal. After
long moments, Eric extricated himself from the tangle, and helped his mother
stand up. They were both still mostly clothed, although completely disheveled.
Christina had semen leaking from her abused pussy and covering her chest,
shoulders, and face. Slick trails of the stuff remained on the counter top as
well.  

"Well," Christina said.  
  
"Was that good for you?" Eric said, smiling and breathing heavily.  
  
Christina swatted him on the arm. She looked at him, really looked at him,
marveling at how handsome and grown up he looked. She could still see the
little boy she had raised in there, but Eric had become an adult. Somehow,
when she wasn't looking, her little boy became a man. She could still smell
him on her, and feel his jism cooling on her flesh. He had sprayed his fluids
on her, marking her, claiming her as his mate.  
  
Christina reached up and cupped Eric's chin. He leaned down, finding her lips,
and they kissed as tenderly now as their coupling had been furious. "I love
you so much, Eric."  
  
"I love you, Mom."  
  
She stepped back, looked down at the mess of her clothes, at her son with his
pants around his ankles and his thick cock dangling between his legs, coated
with their combined juices.  
  
"Should we get cleaned up, or...?"  
  
Eric smiled. "You look beautiful, Mom." He reached out and began unbuttoning
her blouse. He traced a hand through the cum on her breasts and brought his
fingers up to her cheek, leaving a trail of silvery fluid across her face.
"You're mine, Mom. My mother, my lover, my woman." He kissed her again.  
  
They couldn't divest themselves of their clothes quickly enough. They laughed
as they tripped over their garments and one another, stumbling across the
kitchen, down the hall, leaving a trail of fabric in their wake, as they
hurried into the living room.  
  
With his mother naked save for stockings and jewelry, Eric felt blood rushing
to his crotch, engorging his thick member once more. Christina swept an
appreciative hand along its length.  
  
They made love on the sofa, just like the first time. They were careful and
slow, tender and loving. Eric took his time, teasing her folds with fingers,
lips, and cock. Kneading and kissing each breast, tweaking and nibbling on her
nipples. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, sucked toes into his mouth,
tickled her belly. He licked her throat. His lips and teeth tortured her
earlobe, once she tugged the earring free. Eric painted her nipples with
precum, made her lips glisten, and dripped juices into her belly button.  
  
Christina ran her hands over Eric's shoulders and chest and hips. She jerked
his rampant cock slowly with both hands, gently squeezing the head and
fondling his balls. Her tongue wrestled his, almost to submission, and licked
coital fluids off his cock. She kissed his lips, his throat, his nipples, his
abdomen. She squeezed the tight muscles of his perfect ass, and trailed her
fingers featherlight across his powerful thighs. She trapped his huge cock
between her massive tits and swept them up and down, raining kisses on the
weeping crown.  
  
When he entered her, finally, she sighed. Her moist cavern welcomed his
towering dick happily, eagerly. He drove forward slowly, inch by inch, teasing
out the pleasure, until her thighs shook and her hips shivered, and when he
finally bottomed out, she came suddenly. An echoing crescendo that shivered
through her pneumatic frame for agonizingly pleasureable minutes, a climax
that seemed to build and build and go on and on as he slowly fucked in and out
of her, riding her expertly.  
  
Riding her as if he'd been doing it all his life, or as if he'd been born to
it. Christina could remember fucking eighteen year olds before, and that had
never been as good as this, as good as fucking her son felt.  
  
Christina lost track of the orgasms Eric coaxed out of her. She just let each
one take her away, driving her increasingly madder and madder, turning her
pussy into a scalding, churning thing. Hot and itchy and needing relief.  
  
And finally, relief came. Eric exploded inside her, erupting volcanically deep
inside her most intimate recesses, depositing another unending load of
precious cum in his mother's womb. He howled her name in wordless agony as his
tremendous cock throbbed and swelled and spat its precious cargo. Ribbons of
spunk filled her up, cooling her down, soothing her insatiable cunt, driving
her finally over the edge into a mind-shattering climax that took her away.  
  
Eric came down from his own orgasm with shuddering, gasping breaths. He wiped
sweat out of his eyes and slowly pulled his softening cock from the welcoming
embrace of his mother's pussy. A flow of semen began to leak out of her.  
  
Eric was about to say something, until he realized that his mother was
unconscious. "Mom?" he said anxiously. Lightly he tapped her cheeks. "Mom? Are
you okay?"  
  
Christina blinked. Her eyes opened slowly. It took another few moments for
them to focus. When they finally did, she smiled blearily. "You fucked me out
cold, sweetie," she said with a raspy voice. She coughed, clearing her throat,
and started to sit up. Eric helped her.  
  
Christina cupped her pussy with one hand unselfconsciously, not quite halting
the flow. Her fingers were soon dripping with silvery goo, and she couldn't
resist the temptation to bring them to her lips and lick them clean.  
  
Eric's cock began to swell and regain definition as he watched her. Christina
laughed and licked her lips. "I can't believe you. You're ready again
already."  
  
Eric blushed slightly, but smiled. "I keep telling you, Mom, I can't help it.
You're so sexy and gorgeous." He laughed and added, "And dirty."  
  
"Dirty? Yes, I am that," Christina said with an answering laugh. She traced
fingers along her left breast, coated with sweat and semen. She imagined how
she must look, with hair mussed and makeup smeared and coital fluids all over
her body. "And I do need a shower. A good, long soak under hot water and a
good scrubbing. Going to join me?"  
  
"Yeah, of course."  
  
Eric followed his mother up the stairs, admiring the flex of her thighs and
the way her full ass moved with each step.  
  
"So you think I'm dirty, do you?" Christina asked with a laugh. "For a moment
there in the kitchen, I thought you were going to fuck me in the ass."  
  
"Really? I didn't even think... would you do that, Mom?"  
  
Christina paused at the top of the steps to take her son's hand. "I'm honestly
not sure. I've never done that, with anyone. And you are rather large." She
eyed the semi-hard root swinging between his legs. "I suppose we could think
about it. I'd have to prepare myself, probably.  
  
"Still... your cock would be the first one ever in my ass. It would be sort of
like giving you my virginity. Sharing something special and nasty with my boy.  
  
"I tell you what, I'll see what I can find out, and maybe you'll get a special
gift from me for your graduation. What do you think about that?"  
  
Eric's head spun. "Okay," he said finally. "That would be pretty awesome."  
  
"So it's agreed, then?" Christina said with a laugh. Her son's dumfounded and
lustful expression was so damn cute. He nodded, eliciting another girlish
giggle.  
  
They fooled around a little bit in the shower, but Christina seemed content to
do just that, and although Eric's horniness had barely subsided, he was
content just to be with her. To feel her plush, gorgeous body, slickened with
water and sudsy with soap, against his as they washed and cuddled. They
discussed inconsequential things, kissed and hugged and held one another under
the warm spray of water.  
  
Both of them began to feel sleepy. Naked and dry, they slid under the covers
of Christina's bed together. Christina yawned with jaw-cracking intensity.  
  
"I'm sorry, sweetie. The spirit is willing, but my body is just exhausted."  
  
"I'm tired too, Mom," Eric said, although more to be accommodating than
because there was much truth to the statement.  
  
"I'm going to miss this," Christina said. "Lying close to you, feeling your
arm around me." She smiled. "Your dick digging into my thigh. I mean, I'm
going to miss the sex, too, but just this, being with you... I miss you
already, sweetie."  
  
"It's only going to be a few weeks. I... I talked to that guy, Bill, today,
about transferring in to the local college. I think I could do a semester at
NDSU, and then I'd be back here by Christmas."  
  
Christina opened sleepy eyes. She smiled broadly and kissed her son deeply.
"That makes me very happy, Eric. Very, very happy."  
  
"Me too, Mom. Me too." Christina snuggled in closer to Eric, laying her head
on his shoulder. Her eyes closed, but she still had a smile on her face as she
drifted off to sleep.  
  
Eric watched her silently in the dark. He felt content. He didn't know what
exactly the future might bring for him and his mother, but he felt confident
knowing they would face it together. He smiled himself, closed his eyes, and
fell asleep.




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