Ever Notice? Ch. 07
Eric spends the day with his mom. 

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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.