Ever Notice Ch. 09

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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 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.