Idle Rich Ch. 01
Spring break at home leads to revelations about mom. 

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An Oedipus County Tale

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. It's all pretend, folks.

His friends were going to Florida, but Edward Richmond was going home.

It was the tail end of his senior year at Sorenson Academy, one of many prep schools Ed had attended over the past twelve years, and most of the guys Ed knew were already celebrating their upcoming graduation. It was Tully who decided they were all going to spend spring break in the vacation state, and it was Skip who organized the whole thing and Rodney who volunteered the use of his parents summer home in Key West. And it was Ed who backed out of the trip.

He wasn't a drinker. He didn't like the beach, and though the promise of nubile and scantily clad women running around at one's beck and call was highly tempting, he ultimately decided to skip Florida and just go home.

Ed's spring semester at Sorenson was already stressing him out. He'd been forced to pile on some extra credits to ensure that he graduated on time with all his friends, and the added workload was wearing him down. He knew that he was going to be miserable on spring break no matter where he was, so he figured he might as well save his money -- well, his parent's money, really -- and just spend the week catching up on sleep and tanning by the pool. The rest would do him good, and he knew that, fun as Florida would be, he wouldn't be getting any rest while he was there. Besides, he could goof off all summer. Maybe even go to Europe, like his father had been promising for years.

Of course, spending time at home would be no picnic. Not that home was really "home" for Ed. Aside from holidays and vacations, he'd never spent much time in the house his parents lived in. Nor were his parents particularly excited to see him when he did visit. Richard Richmond was nearing sixty, still spry and avaricious, but also still more concerned with running his financial empire than spending time with his only son. Vague promises of "when you're older" would sometimes be offered, and then Dad would be out the door to play golf with his buddies or fly to Paris or some such nonsense. Blake Richmond, nee Masters, was a good twenty years younger than her husband, a leggy, busty, supermodel trophy wife who had lost none of her beauty during the intervening years of her marriage. She had also never shown much interest in being a "mom." Ed had long ago reached the conclusion that he was some kind of accident for which his mother was slightly embarrassed, evidenced by his lack of siblings and her cool withdrawal from his life.

So a week at home would be something of a trial. Still, Ed reasoned, he was young and rich and life couldn't be all bad, could it?

"Here you go, kid," the cabby said, interrupting Ed's morbid thoughts. Ed looked up, saw the sloping lawn, the huge white face of the Richmond family mansion, the topiary lions guarding the front porch. He stifled a sigh, paid the cabby, and began the long walk up to the front door.

While he was digging in his pocket for the key, the door flung open, and out leapt Amelie, the portly, grandmotherly major domo of the household. "Eddie!" she cried, wrapping him up in an embrace. "I didn't know you were coming home."

"Last minute decision," Ed replied, returning the hug.

"Let me look at you," Amelie said, releasing him. "Ai yi yi, you've grown so tall and handsome. If I was thirty years younger, you'd be in trouble," she said with a laugh.

"I think you'd be the one in trouble," Ed joked, but only half-heartedly.

Amelie's smile began to fade. "Is everything okay, Eddie? You look tired."

"It was a long train ride, Amelie," Ed said.

"Well, then," she said, "go and take a nice nap. I will let your mother know you are home, and then I'll have Salvador whip up something special for dinner. When you're feeling better, you can explain to me why you didn't bother to let any of us know you were coming home." She gave him a light pinch on his cheek for emphasis.

Ed couldn't hide a grin. "Thanks, Amelie. Don't bother telling Mom that I'm home -- I'm just not up to dealing with her at the moment. I suppose Dad isn't around either?"

"He left for Vancouver this morning," she said, frowning. Ed only nodded. He picked up his bags and headed across the threshold into the foyer. Amelie followed, offering to take one of his bags, but Ed shooed her away with a laugh. He climbed the stairs to the second floor, chuckling at the thought that Amelie acted more like his mother than his mother did. By the time he shouldered the door to his room open, he was no longer finding the thought humorous. He dumped his bags on the floor and surveyed his room. It was big, three times the size of his dorm at school, with its own balcony and skylight. Ed crossed to the balcony door and pulled the blinds, letting the mid-afternoon sun into the room. He opened the door and stepped out onto the balcony, taking a deep breath of clean, country air.

Directly below him was the patio, with the barbecue pit where Ed's father occasionally showed off his skill with the grill. Beyond that, the lawn dipped down to the Olympic sized pool that his mother had insisted on installing, after one of her friends at the club bought one. Normally, Ed's eyes would loop around the pool and examine the rest of the property, but he saw something at the poolside that made him pause.

Draped across a chaise lounge was his mother. She was completely naked, save for a sunhat and sunglasses that shaded her facial features from view. On the table beside her sat a Long Island iced tea, Blake's favorite drink, the glass beaded with condensation. His mother might have been asleep or awake, Ed wasn't sure, but she was clearly relaxed and showed no sign of discomfort at her nudity. She was a tall woman with long legs and a lush frame, full of breast and hip, lean of thigh and waist, with a warm golden tan stretching from head to toe. Her breasts were proud, fleshy mountains that rode high on her chest, showing barely a hint of sag, and her taut belly sloped down to a neatly trimmed patch of red hair between her sleek thighs. As Ed watched, barely comprehending, his mother stretched her arms over her head, pushing her breasts into further prominence, and rubbed her feet together.

Ed felt his pants tightening.

Ed heard a low wolf whistle, and with a start, he realized his mother was not alone. A young man with a lean body and a blond mane stood beside the pool wearing a pair of abbreviated orange shorts and holding a skimmer. Pool boy? Ed had never seen him before, but he did know his father used an outside service to maintain the pool. The dude wasn't part of the house's regular staff, then. But what the hell was that guy doing out there with Ed's naked Mom?

Blake raised her head up and pursed her lips in the pool boy's direction. She crooked a finger, beckoning him forward. With an insolent grin, Pool Boy tossed the skimmer on the deck and circled the pool with a swagger. Blake traced a finger along one breast, lightly brushing the nipple with her fingertips, and licked her lips.

Suddenly Ed realized how exposed he was, standing out there on the balcony. He also realized how hard he was, his cock an iron bar between his legs, tenting his pants and making it uncomfortable to stand. Slowly, carefully, cautiously, Ed eased backward into his room. The temptation to see what was happening was too much for him to completely abandon his post, however, and he kept his eyes glued to the lush, nude form of his mother. With trembling fingers he found the zipper of his pants and eased the pressure around his cock.

In the meanwhile, Pool Boy had slipped out of his shorts, exposing his own rampant member. Ed noticed, with a strange sort of pride that made his head hurt, that Pool Boy wasn't quite as well endowed as he was. As Pool Boy dropped to his knees between his mother's thighs and began to kiss and nibble her heated skin, Ed found himself easing his cock out of his shorts and slowly stroking his engorged length. Beads of precum dripped from the angry purple head onto the balcony.

Blake writhed beneath Pool Boy's mouth. Her tits bounced and heaved, hard nipples scraping at the air, her flesh jiggling in all the right places. Her hands gripped the back of Pool Boy's head and thrust his face into her snatch. Her breath came hard and fast, peppered with short, high-pitched cries that sent shivers down Ed's spine. His mother's voice, thick with passion, shaking with lust, carried across the yard.

Ed couldn't think straight, couldn't even form so much as a word in his head. All he could do was watch and masturbate.

Ed's Mom and Pool Boy had shifted. Now Pool Boy stood beside the chaise lounge and Blake kneeled on her haunches upon it. One hand cupped Pool Boy's scrotum and the other gently stroked his member, while her lips kissed and licked the head. Ed's heart stopped when his mother's head descended and her mouth swallowed Pool Boy's cock, her sunhat hiding the full details from view. Ed's own cock jumped in his fist, harder and longer than he had ever been.

Blake sucked Pool Boy for a few minutes longer, then released him, letting Pool Boy's dick bob in the air. Blake twisted her tan, sinuous body around on the chaise, and presented herself on hands and knees to Pool Boy. Her large tits swung beneath her, her sweetly rounded ass rose provocatively. Pool Boy caressed her cheeks with strong hands and moved towards Blake. She gripped his cock from beneath and guided it to her pussy. Pool Boy slid home with a grunt and a slap of flesh that made Blake's ass and tits jiggle. Ed's mother cried out as Pool Boy filled her.

Then they started fucking. Loudly, lewdly, sloppily. Flesh slapped against flesh, both released inflamed groans and cries. Pool Boy leaned across Blake's back and cupped her tits, playing with her nipples. Blake squeezed Pool Boy's balls and humped her ass back at him with amazing speed.

It was over before Ed was ready. Suddenly, Pool Boy pulled out of his mother and slapped his cock against her ass. A jet of pearly white jism sprayed from the tip across her cheeks. Blake twisted again, and for a moment she appeared to be looking straight up at Ed's balcony -- he couldn't be sure if she saw him, with her eyes hooded by the sunglasses, but Ed scrambled back into his room just in case, hoping she had missed him. He missed whatever happened next beside the pool, but his heart was pounding so rapidly and his face was so flushed with fear and embarrassment that he hardly cared.

Ed pulled himself up onto his bed and lay on his back. His cock was still hard and dripping, towering over his belly. His balls ached. Self-consciously, Ed adjusted himself and pulled his pants and underwear down to allow him better access. He wondered, guiltily, whether his mother had seen him for that split second. He hoped she had not. He didn't know what he would do if she had. . . but what if she did? Ed's cock lurched in his hand. He closed his eyes and imagined for a moment that he was him on the deck with his mother, fucking into her heated pussy, cupping her tits, making her cry out in pleasure. With one last sweep of his hand along the length of his cock, Ed finally came. And came. And came. It felt as though a fist were squeezing his balls, forcing out every last drop of semen from his balls. When he finished, the lower part of his shirt was soaked through and sticking to his stomach.

Ed felt a sudden stab of guilt. He quickly undressed, cleaned himself up, and climbed under the covers of his bed to take a nap. But it was a long time before he fell asleep.

He wished he had decided to go to Florida after all.

When he woke, it was dark outside, though the backyard lights sent plenty of illumination into the room through his still open balcony door. Ed closed the door before darting into his bathroom to take a quick shower. While he cleaned up, images of his mother fucking the pool boy kept flashing before his eyes, and he found himself growing hard. Ed shook his head to clear the visions, but it did no good.

He had always considered his mother beautiful. As a child, that had made him very proud. In adolescence, he had noticed the few friends he brought home, or the kids from the neighborhood at the summer place, eyeing his mother with more than a little interest. They'd tell him in conspiratorial whispers that he had a hot mom. Quietly he'd agree, but aloud he'd tell them to shut up. So he had always known she was beautiful, but he'd never really considered her a sexual being. She was remote, quick with a gift or a peck on the cheek, but otherwise he had always thought of her as somewhat cold. Even with his father, his mother seemed distant. He supposed now he knew why.

He also knew he would never be able to dispel the image of his mother on her hands and knees, a stranger's cock ramming into her pussy again and again.

The girls he'd dated, the girls he'd fucked, had been enthusiastic and exciting, but looking back, not one of them had displayed the energy, the pulchritude, or the sheer lust that his mother had that afternoon. It was only natural, he told himself, that he'd fantasize about her now.

When he finished his shower, he was still hard. He stuffed his cock into a pair of shorts, pulled on a t-shirt, and went down to the kitchen. Salvador, Amelie's better half, stood at the stove, frying strips of beef. Sal grinned at Ed's entrance and shot a hand out. Ed took it.

"Good to see you, kid," Sal said. "How's school going?"

Ed shrugged. "It's been a tough semester, Sal. I'm not looking forward to going back." He looked around the kitchen, noting the lettuce, diced tomatoes, onions, sour cream and guacamole laid out across the counter. "Fajitas?"

"Fajitas," Sal agreed. "I figured it appropriate considering you'd be dining tonight. Got the chessboard set up in the study for later, if you're interested."

"You bet I am," Ed said with a laugh. He talked to Sal while Sal cooked, and slowly but surely he began to feel better. Sal was like a favorite uncle, a good friend and a great guy to talk to. He and Amelie had been with the family for as long as Ed could remember, and to Ed, they were family. They were what made this large mansion home.

When Sal decided the meat was cooked, he sent Ed into the dining room. "I'll be right there," he promised.

Ed dropped before one of the two place settings at the dining room table. It wasn't unusual for Sal or Amelie to join him for a meal, and though his father disapproved of it, Ed always welcomed the company. It beat eating alone. So he was a bit surprised when Sal entered the room and simply set the food down. Sal stepped away and said, "If you need anything else, just give a shout."

"Who?" Ed started to ask, but Sal inclined his head towards the other doorway. Ed turned his head and his heart lurched in his chest. It was his mother.

Ed's Mom wore an abbreviated red kimono loosely belted at the waist. The bright color nicely complemented her golden skin, and the robe showed a large expanse of delicious cleavage and sleek thighs. A golden necklace decorated her neck, and she had another golden chain around her left ankle. Her feet were bare, toenails painted the same bright red as her fingernails. Ed forced himself to meet his mother's eyes. Blake's face was just as stunning as the rest of her, graced with high cheekbones, full lips, and finely drawn brows. Dark eyes examined her son coolly, and one copper eyebrow arched as her appraisal met his own. She had trimmed her hair since the last time he saw her, creating a red-gold kind of bob that framed her features perfectly.

She glided across the room and dropped into the chair beside Ed, setting her wineglass on the table. Her perfume followed her, and the flowery scent tickled Ed's nostrils. It was a moment before Ed realized Sal was already gone. He looked around, suddenly anxious and uncomfortable in his mother's presence.

"Hello, Edward," Blake said. "I wish Amelie had let me know you were coming home. I would have prepared a better welcome for you."

"That's okay," Ed managed to squeak out after finding his voice. "No need to make a fuss."

"Mmmm," Blake said, not quite agreeing. She speared a tortilla with her fork and draped it across her plate. Mechanically, Ed mimicked her movements, and for a little while the two worked in silence to build their fajitas. "I know we're not a terribly close-knit family unit," Blake said suddenly, just as Ed was lifting his tortilla to take a bite. He paused as she went on. "But I'm still your mother, and I'd appreciate knowing when you're coming home."

The mild reproach was like a slap in the face. Ed set the fajita back on the plate. "I'll. . . I'll make sure to do that in the future," he said after a long moment.

Blake smiled. "Thank you, dear."

They began to eat, and in between bites, his mother actually asked him questions. Like how he was doing, how school was going, that sort of thing. Ed answered as best he could, unable to meet his mother's eyes as he could not keep from imagining her naked and writhing. It made his pants tight, but he couldn't help it. When her bare foot brushed against his calf -- accidentally? -- under the table, his cock jumped. Ed almost did too.

"Sorry," his mother said. Her foot retreated. "Thought you were the table."

"S'okay," Ed said, clearly flustered.

"So, what do you plan to do all week?" she asked him at last.

Ed shrugged. "I don't really have much in the way of plans," he admitted. "I just want to unwind, maybe sit around the pool and work on my tan."

"Oh?" Blake said with a glint in her eyes. "I've been sunbathing in the nude lately, myself. That isn't going to bother you, is it?" Her question was phrased innocently, but there was something in her expression that put him on his guard. She was watching him, he realized, waiting for him to say or do something. The only reaction Ed could manage was to turn red -- and to have his cock jump wildly in his pants. He could only imagine that his precum was staining the front of his shorts, his dick was so hard. He felt so terribly guilty.

"I hope it doesn't bother you," his Mom continued. "You are eighteen years old, after all, which means we're all adults here. We should all be able to behave in an. . . adult fashion." Her foot brushed his calf again, and this time Ed was certain it was not accidental. Her touch sent an electric current up his leg, straight to his crotch.

"I. . . I. . ." Ed stammered.

"Well," Blake said with a wink, "I'll let you think about it." She picked up her now empty wineglass and stood. The movement caused her breasts to bob within their silken prison, and Ed was certain she wore no bra beneath the kimono. "I'll go freshen my drink."

The door to the kitchen whispered closed and a half-second later, Ed was on his feet. He awkwardly adjusted his painfully engorged cock and made a mad dash for his room, dinner forgotten. He had barely shut his door behind him before grabbing a handful of tissues off his desk and whipping his cock free. It only took two quick strokes to send him over the edge. The force and volume of his ejaculate shredded the tissues, making a mess in his hand. He looked around for the shirt he had ruined earlier in the day, but it wasn't where he had left it. He cleaned his hand as best he could with some more tissues and looked harder for the shirt, but couldn't find it.

What the hell happened to it?

Ed stared into space for about five minutes. "Holy shit," he said at last.

The next morning Ed slept late. When he awoke, he peeked out at the pool and saw no one down there. With a strange feeling of disappointment, he took a quick shower and then went out for a run around the neighborhood. His parents liked living in a gated community. It gave them a feeling of control and removement from society, which was certainly their M.O. Ed didn't quite see the value in it all, but he had to admit it made jogging a lot easier without having to worry about traffic.

Returning to the house, Ed looped around to the backyard to take a swim. The pool was still deserted. Again he felt that twinge of disappointment, but he shook it off. He pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his sneakers, and dove into the pool. Ed swam a few laps, stretching out and taking it easy. The water felt bracing and cool after his run. Ed felt great. When he started to feel tired, he dragged himself up on deck and collapsed into one of the chaise lounges. He would let the sun dry him, and might get a head start on his tan in the process.

Ed folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. He kind of wished his mother had made good on his promise. . . but on the other hand, it was probably for the best. . .

"Good morning, Eddie," Blake's voice carried from the patio door. Ed's eyes snapped open and he half sat up as his mother sauntered out to the deck. She had the sunhat on and her dark sunglasses, and both the necklace and the anklet glinted in the mid-morning sun. A short terrycloth robe, loosely tied, barely covered her luscious body. Her tits bobbed beneath the robe with each step, and the hem of the robe was short enough to show the tops of her golden thighs. Blake carried a towel and bottle of suntan lotion in one hand and a Long Island iced tea in the other.

"Hey Mom," Ed said automatically. He started to rise from his seat, but Blake waved him back.

"Don't let me disturb you," she said. "I'm just going to soak up some rays." She set her drink and lotion on the table beside the free chaise and draped her towel across the chair. Ed watched in anticipation as his mother tugged on the belt tying her robe closed. He half expected to see a bikini. It wasn't possible that she would make good on her threat. . . was it?

But when Blake shrugged out of the robe and the garment slid to the ground, Ed saw his mother's nude body for the second time. She was even more amazing up close. Her breasts were full and springy, large globes with dusky, silver dollar sized nipples that began to harden in the cool morning air. They dipped slightly, due more to their size and weight than his mother's age. Her waist was narrow, her hips wide and flaring, and at the juncture of her thighs was her pussy. Above those delicious pink lips was a narrow strip of red hair. Her legs were long and tan and toned, and the cheeks of her ass looked firm and tight, though Ed didn't get a good look at it.

"Like what you see?" Blake purred as she settled into her chair.

Ed realized he was staring and forced himself to look away. He also realized that the swim had left his running shorts plastered to his body, and though the cold water had done its work, seeing his mother naked body a bare few feet away from him was reversing the effect. He shifted awkwardly in the chair, lifting and bending a leg to provide partial cover.

"Am I making you nervous?" his mother asked him. "You have seen a naked woman before, haven't you?"

"Yes," Ed admitted automatically. "But not like. . ."

"Oh?" Blake interrupted. She picked up the suntan lotion. "What kind of women have you been looking at?" She popped the cap on the lotion and sprayed some onto the upper slopes of her breasts. Ed watched in rapt fascination as she began to spread the lotion around, squeezing and kneading her cantaloupes with both hands, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her slim hands snaked down her belly, spreading the lotion across her body. The cocoa smell of the lotion filled the air, mixing with the scent of chlorine and freshly cut grass. "Edward, did you hear me?"

"What?" Ed said. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Blake's hands glided across her thighs. "I asked you," she said, emphasizing each word, "what kind of women have you been looking at?" Her palm lightly fluffed her bush, and Ed forced himself to look away. His cock was gaining the consistency of an iron bar, stretching and tenting his shorts.

"Just girls," Ed said, his voice muted.

"Speak up, baby," Blake said, coating her calves and feet with lotion.

"I said, just girls," Ed said a little louder. "You know, at school."

"I see," Blake nodded. She coated her shoulders and arms, her fingers moving lightly across her skin. Her tits bobbed with each movement, the nipples hard and begging to be nibbled. "Have you been fucking these girls?" Blake asked nonchalantly.

"Mom!" Ed exclaimed, surprised.

Blake threw her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down Ed's spine. "Am I being too forward?" she asked. "I thought we might be able to avoid dancing around the subject given the present circumstances. Is that a problem?"

"No," Ed admitted. He tried to meet his mother's eyes behind her sunglasses, but the lenses were too dark. Could she see how hard she had made him? "I guess not. I'm just a little surprised, is all."

"I know," Blake said, "I haven't been as involved with your life as I probably should have been. I hope to change that soon, if you'll let me."

"Sure, Mom," Ed said. He didn't know what else to add.

She flashed him a scintillating smile. "Thanks, Eddie." Blake then turned over, flashing her sweetly rounded backside at him. It was every bit as perfect as Ed knew it would be. Blake stretched out upon the chaise lounge and set her head upon her folded arms. "Would you be a dear and do my back?" she asked.

Ed opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again. "Sure," he gasped. Ed surreptitiously adjusted his hardened cock and rose to his feet. He stepped next to his mother and reached across her to pick up the lotion. With trepidation he knelt beside her and raised the bottle of lotion. He sat frozen for a long moment, paralyzed by a discomfiting mix of guilt and lust.

"Well," Blake asked, "what are you waiting for?"

Ed swallowed, though his mouth was dry. What was he waiting for? He took a deep breath and squirted a string of lotion across his mother's upper back. She shivered, but said nothing. Ed's hands shook as he pressed them onto his mother's back and began to rub the lotion into her skin.

"Mmmm," Blake purred as his hands kneaded her flesh. She was warm, pliant and firm at the same time, and Ed massaged her with his fingers as he worked. He worked his way slowly downward, tracing his fingers along her spine and pausing at it's base, where the line of her back met her posterior. Her skin was so soft and supple, despite the deep tan that should have prematurely aged her skin. The lotion helped, he supposed, and she must have used other, more foreign unguents as well.

Why was he thinking such thoughts, he wondered idly? Why, to keep his cock from going off, his mind answered glibly. He was as hard as he had ever been in his life, his cock making an uncomfortable tent in his running shorts. The shorts had mostly dried from the swim, but there was a wet spot growing at his crotch, where the precum was leaking in copious amounts from his turgid member. His mother's quiet sighs and purrs were making him harder still.

"Why did you stop?" she asked suddenly, softly, playfully.

"I... I..." Ed stammered.

"Come on, Eddie," Blake said. "I'm your mother," she added, putting careful emphasis on the third word, an emphasis that caused an inexplicable lurch in Ed's shorts. "Surely you can do this one teensy little favor for your own mother?"

"Of course," Ed said brokenly. He picked up the bottle of suntan lotion once more and sprayed a jet into his palm. The liquid was cool, but nearly white, and as he placed his palm against his mother's left buttock, he imagined it was his jism he was smearing on her ass. With a dry throat and a pounding heart, Ed coated his mother's springy backside with the lotion, savoring the feel of her muscular backside in his hands. He parted the twin globes to be sure to spread the liquid evenly, and the pink bud of her asshole winked at him.

Beneath the bewitching smell of his mother's perfume, the cocoa butter of the lotion, and the chlorine from the pool, Ed detected a purer scent, a more natural scent that his nose knew intimately and his brain could barely process. Blood surged through his temples and his cock as Ed's eyes swept down between his mother's legs and saw something that his nose knew to be true and his eyes could not believe. The coral pink lips of his mother's pussy were enflamed with blood, and beads of dew glimmered upon them. The lips were opening, revealing a brighter pink beneath, and a sheen of delicious moisture.

She was as aroused as he was! Ed realized with a shudder. Blake purred again, and her buttocks flexed under Ed's palms.

This was too much for the young man. He released his mother's ass with a barely suppressed groan and doubled over, careful not to jostle the lounge upon which she lay, as his cock lurched and bucked within the confines of his shorts. A wet stain spread across the front of his shorts. Ed was paralyzed as his orgasm took him, and he hoped fervently that his mother didn't notice, didn't hear. Still his cock shuddered and spat its load, and as the warm, gelid substance began to slip down his thigh, Ed recovered his motor skills. He ran clumsily toward the house, his engorged cock never flagging, and burst through the back door. He limped up to his room and collapsed in a heap on his head, his heart pounding and a terrible shame washing over him.

His mother's last words, carried on the wind as he ran into the house, were, "But Eddie, what about my legs?"

He recovered his senses hours later. He could tell because of the slant of the sunbeams crossing the floor of his room. Ed groaned and sat up. He dragged his dried and crusty shorts off himself with a wince. His dick looked raw and red to his eyes, though he hadn't touched it. The morning's events replayed before his eyes, and he shuddered with guilt and lust. Naked, he padded into his bathroom and took a long, blisteringly hot shower. The spray of water struck his skin like hot needles, and he tried to master his conflicting emotions.

How could this be happening? he wondered. He was attracted to his mother -- not simply attracted, he amended with a self-recriminatory snarl, he wanted to fuck her brains out, to jet his seed deep into her womb, to splatter her amazing tits with gallons of semen, to stain her face and hair with his cum. And she wanted him too, didn't she? That much had been apparent by the pool, but whether that was conscious or not remained to be... no, Ed decided, it was indeed conscious. His mother was seducing him.

Madness! But was it? Since he accidentally saw her fuck the pool boy, she had been unnaturally attentive to him. Dinner in that outfit, "accidentally" brushing his leg, the missing shirt -- had she taken it? -- prancing around naked by the pool, coating her tits and belly and thighs with the lotion and then urging him to do her back... Ed's fevered thoughts paused. His cock was rampant between his thighs. The hot water was almost painful as it struck his delicate skin.

Instinctively he gripped himself and began to stroke evenly, but then suddenly yanked his hand away as if burned. What was she doing to him? His own mother! But God, so fucking hot, so sensual, so unattainable.

Ed shook water from his eyes and turned off the shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, the mirror virtually opaque. Ed picked up a towel and dried himself. He wrapped it around his waist and entered his room. The sun had dropped dramatically while he deliberated in the shower, and twilight was fast approaching. He looked around his room with a complete loss as to what to do. Why hadn't he gone to Florida?

A light knock sounded at his door. It was an unfamiliar sound. Both Amelie and Sal had distinctive knocks, and since Ed did not recognize the sound, it could only be...

"Ed?" his mother's voice sounded through the door. "Are you up?"

Ed opened his mouth, and found that despite the moisture in the air his throat was dry. "Yes," he finally managed to croak, when he saw the doorknob start to turn. It paused, and he knew his mother was waiting on the other side for him to open the door.

"I... I wanted to let you know that dinner would be ready in about a half hour," Blake said hesitatingly. There was a foreign note in his mother's voice, something like uncertainty. "I made it myself," she added, the uncertainty in her tone growing. "I haven't done that in a while, but considering the... circumstances, I gave Amelie and Salvador some time off." She paused again, and a delicious shiver ran through Ed's body. Alone in the house with his mother...

"You will come down for dinner, won't you?" his mother said, almost pleading.

"Yeah," Ed heard himself say. It was almost a whisper. "Yeah," he repeated, louder. "Be there in a minute." Something like a throaty giggle sounded from the other side of the door, and he heard his mother's light tread move down the hall.

Ed's heart hammered in his chest. What was he getting himself into? Madness. Evil. Incest. The words burned into his brain. And yet... and yet... how amazing would it be to make her cry out his name in passion? To see her eyes glaze with lust as they looked upon him? To hold his mother in his arms they no son ever should? The pressure from his growing cock loosened the simple knot of his towel, and the wet fabric dropped to the floor with a slap. His cock bounced against his abdomen with a similar sound.

Feeling self-conscious, Ed pulled on a t-shirt and shorts and went downstairs to meet his destiny. He had to stop and adjust himself twice before he made it to the dining room.

The dining room was empty, save for the two place settings on top of the table. With some trepidation, Ed took his seat and stared at the door that led to the kitchen. Nothing happened. After a while, Ed decided that sitting there was doing no good, so he stood up and went into the kitchen. The room was empty, save for a few pots bubbling on the stove. Frowning, Ed moved toward the sink and looked out the window. There he found his mother, standing beside the grill with a pair of tongs in one hand and a Long Island ice tea in the other, grilling a pair of steaks. She wore her slinky red kimono, and perhaps nothing else. Ed couldn't be sure.

Blake turned her head, perhaps sensing the watcher, and when she saw Ed, she smiled broadly, flashing perfect and pearly teeth. Ed felt his shorts constrict tightly against his flesh. With a nod and a weak smile of his own, Ed backed away from the window and back to the dining room.

Ed leaned back in the chair and tapped his fingers along his thighs. It wasn't too late to back out, he told himself. Soon it would be. If he dashed out now, took a car into town and went to see a movie... but then he'd be dodging his mother all week...

The kitchen door swung open easily and his mother glided into the room, her bare feet whispering across the wooden floor. Her perfume hit Ed like a sledgehammer, and his cock lurched against the fabric of his shorts. Blake smiled sweetly and set a bottle of Sam Adams on the table before Ed. A curl of cold air rose from the rim of the bottle, and already condensation was forming on the glass. Blake leaned over, flashing a generous amount of cleavage and showing Ed that without a doubt the silk robe was indeed all she wore. Between her breasts Ed caught a flash of her smooth belly and the mound beneath. Ed's ability to speak momentarily left him.

"I figured a beer would be alright with dinner," Blake purred. "With your father gone, you're the man of the house. With all the privileges that post entails." Her dark eyes fell upon his crotch and widened momentarily. Without another word, she swished back out to the grill.

Ed stared at the bottle of Sam for a long moment, then with something of a resigned sigh, picked it up and took a long pull.

He was halfway through the beer when his mother returned, laden with two plates heaped high with steak, rice, and steamed broccoli. Her perfume washed over him teasingly as she put his plate down before him. Involuntarily he sniffed the air, and she touched his nose lightly with her forefinger. Ed flushed scarlet.

Dinner passed with little conversation. Not having eaten all day, Ed dug into the meal with undisguised gusto. Blake ate carefully, watching her son throughout the meal. She paused occasionally to freshen her drink or fetch Ed another longneck. For his part, Ed tried not to look at her, but failed spectacularly. Her amazing body, fresh scent, and beautiful face were too much of a temptation. So he watched as her tits bobbed happily beneath her robe, her necklace glinted, or her ass flexed tightly as she left the room. By the third beer Ed decided that, guilt or no guilt, trepidation or no trepidation, he simply had to have her.

Perhaps she sensed this, for her bare foot brushed up against his calf once more, and this time Ed didn't flinch. He moved his leg closer to the questing foot. He earned an arched eyebrow and a bemused smile in return. Her toes traced the line of his calf, and her foot crept its way up his leg. She slid along his thigh.

Ed had stopped eating, a chunk of steak wedged between teeth and cheek, fork and knife gripped tightly in his fists. His mother's foot pressed against his engorged cock, lightly at first but with growing pressure. Ed forced himself to start chewing again. Blake sipped innocently at her drink while her foot caressed him, urging him closer and closer to an explosion.

Ed swallowed and set his utensils flat on the table. "I think I'm finished," he said, breathing heavily.

The first and second toe of Blake's foot separated and traced the length of Ed's engorged penis. "Oh?" she said. "Did you save room for dessert?"

"What's for dessert?" Ed gasped.

Blake's foot pressed hard into Ed's crotch once again, and she looked him straight in the eye. Full lips curled into a secret smile. "Me, of course."

"Of course," Ed repeated. It came out with something of a squeak that made his mother laugh. Her foot retreated, and for a moment Ed thought he had made some sort of mistake, but she when she stood up she held out her hand for him to take.

Ed pointed at the table and the plates, but Blake waved her hand. "Leave that for the morning, we have more important things to concern ourselves with."

She led him into the living room, of all places, with the low leather couches and huge television and dark wood paneling. They stepped down into the room, walked around the couch, and then Blake turned around and pressed her plush and yielding body up against her son's. Her eyes bored into his with a smoldering intensity. She cupped his chin with one hand, then traced his cheek and threaded her fingers through his hair. Her breath tasted of alcohol and her lips drew close to Ed's. His mouth parted slightly preparing for the kiss.

But she surprised him. Her eyes flashed and she grinned impishly, and a moment later she had pushed him down onto the couch with a thump and a creak of leather. She pivoted on her heels and used her knees to gently push Ed's knees apart. Blake leaned down and placed her palms on her son's shoulders, showing again the amazing view down the center of her robe. Her heavy tits strained against the fabric of the garment, and the ties fell against Ed's crotch. With Ed's unwavering gaze locked on those delightful breasts, he barely noticed when Blake lightly kissed his forehead, a dry, chaste, and motherly gesture.

Blake had rarely kissed him. Indeed, she had rarely been this close to him, and Ed could probably count the number of hugs he'd received from her on one hand.

The black mood that threatened at that thought never had a chance to fully form, as Blake moved down his face and kissed the tip of Ed's nose. This time he felt wetness as her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to taste him. Then her lips were on his, and as he opened his mouth, her tongue surged forward, wrestling with his own, tasting and teasing him. Ed found his hands were on his mother's broad hips, kneading the flesh beneath. Her own hands had left his shoulders and now threaded through his hair, pulling and pushing against his head, trying to somehow get his face, his lips, his tongue closer to her.

Blake broke away, gasping for breath. There was a wildness in her eyes that made Ed's throat constrict and his heart thunder in his chest. "Untie me," she ordered, and without having to be told twice Ed tugged at the thin belt on her robe and the garment split, revealing Blake's tanned and taut body. Her heavy breasts fell against Ed's chest, warm and delightful weights, tipped by hard nipples that dug into Ed insistently. Blake stood up shakily, breasts heaving and shrugged out of the kimono. It made a bright red pool at her feet.

Ed reached up for her, but she took his hands and put them back at his sides. "Mmm-mmm," she said. "You had your hands all over me already today. It's my turn now." Blake grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, with some help from Ed. She traced the lines of his pecs and abs with her fingertips and kissed his nipples. With another impish grin that Ed was beginning to recognize, and which raised his blood pressure every time he saw it, Blake unsnapped his shorts and slowly dragged the zipper down. Ed groaned as the pressure eased on his dick. The flap on his boxers parted and a length of ironhard flesh could be glimpsed within. Blake licked her lips and eased her hand inside. Her fingers danced along Ed's cock and then eased it free from the confines of his clothing.

Ed's cock throbbed hungrily in his mother's palm as it stood up proudly from between his legs, a thick trunk of pale flesh topped with a swollen mushroom head as red and brilliant as an apple. His cock wept precum from the tiny opening, a thin trail of fluid that seeped into Blake's fingers as she caressed his cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open as she explored him. She dropped to her knees before the couch. She released his tumescence for a moment, just long enough to peel the last shreds of clothing off his body, and then returned to the main attraction.

It waited eagerly for her touch. Ed felt as though her fingers burned him as they glided along his length or cupped his heavy balls. "So big," Blake gasped, "so beautiful." Ed couldn't help grinning at her words and flexed his cock. It jumped in her hands, breaking the spell, and she looked up at him, smiling broadly.

"You like?" Ed said. He was gaining confidence with each taboo broken. Anticipation of the final act was growing as well.

"Yes," Blake said. "Mommy loves baby boy and his huge cock." The impish grin flashed again. "You look good enough to eat." She suited actions to words, fastening her full lips on the bulbous head of his member, sucking lightly on his flesh. Her saliva mixed with his precum, creating a froth as she kissed him. And licked him. And sucked him.

Ed groaned. His cock throbbed with every beat of his heart. His hips jerked, the urge to thrust, to drive his cock into her mouth impossible to resist. But she controlled him with her hands and lips and tongue, even as she loved him with the same. Blake kissed her way down his length and sucked lightly upon his balls. Her hands caressed his thighs, where the muscles bunched and jumped. Blake's tongue scraped its way back up to the head of his cock and her mouth enveloped him in heat and moisture. Her nostrils flared as she fed more and more of his rampant flesh into her mouth. Ed felt her throat constrict around him and then her lips fastened around the base of his cock. She swallowed, tightening her mouth and throat around him.

"Jesus, Mom, fuck," he growled. His balls ached with the need to spend their precious load, and he felt that end fast approaching.

Then she released him, sweeping her mouth away and gasping for breath. A string of saliva connected her lips and his cock for a heartbeat before it snapped. Blake's eyes were bright and filled with lust. She licked her lips and attacked him again, nibbling and sucking and slurping away at his cock.

Once more Ed's cock fell from her mouth, slapping against his belly and releasing a spray of precum across his abdomen that his mother kissed away. She nuzzled his cock, rubbing him with her lips and cheeks and chin. "Give it to mommy, baby," she rasped. "Give mommy your cum. Let me taste you, let me feel you spurting in my mouth."

"Almost," he gasped. He flexed his cock and it butted against her cheek. "Almost there."

Blake grinned. She lashed him with her tongue again and her ruby lips wrapped around his purple head. Her hand cupped his scrotal sack and gently kneaded his testes. Ed felt his balls tighten, his cock throb, and a shuddering tightness at the base of his cock. Then he was cumming, a flood of semen that splashed across Blake's tongue and into the back of her throat, almost choking her before she could swallow. She was ready for the next release. Eyes bright, she sucked the cum from his penis and swallowed eagerly, still kneading his balls, urging the flood on and on.

And on it came, each spurt as strong and copious as the one before it. Soon Blake could not swallow fast enough, and the pearl white jism stained her lips and dripped down her chin to splatter against the upper slopes of her heaving tits. Still Ed came, shot after shot. His mother gave up any pretense of trying to contain the flood, and finally released his cock from her mouth, aiming it at her face and tits. Jism stained her tanned flesh, dripped from the slopes of her tits and the peaks of her nipples. Finally the stream of cum subsided, and Ed's hardness lost some of its strength.

Blake scooped up pools of cum from her tits and fed them into her mouth with her fingers. "I knew," she muttered as her tongue licked his seed from her lips and chin and digits. "I knew you would be the best. My son, my blood. So much cum." She looked up at him, her hair in disarray, her eyes wild, his cum splashed across her upper body in trails and puddles. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby."

Ed's cock regained what little rigidity it had lost. "Why wait?" he asked, throat dry.

"After an explosion like that, you're still hard?" Blake murmured, eyes wide and appraising the state of Ed's arousal. She picked up Ed's shirt and wiped the remaining cum from her face and chest. She winked at him, adding, "You ruin more shirts this way, but I don't want to stain my robe."

"You did take my shirt," Ed said, surprised despite himself.

"Of course," Blake said. She rose to her full, impressive height, heavy tits bobbing as she moved. "How could I resist? When I saw you watching me from the balcony, I knew I had to check, to see if it had aroused you as much as it aroused me." She placed a foot beside Ed's leg on the couch cushion. The leather squeaked beneath Ed's ass. "When I found the shirt soaked with your cum, it made my pussy gush." The other leg came up as well, and Blake was standing before Ed, her steaming pussy at eye level. She balanced herself by gripping the back of Ed's head and pushing his face towards her cunt.

"Now, eat your mother, baby," she commanded.

Her lips were pink and fat beneath the neatly trimmed patch of red hair. Golden moisture glinted on each fold of flesh, accompanied by a bewitching scent. A deeper, brighter pink winked at Ed from within. He licked his lips and gripped the back of his mother's thighs. Then, yielding to the pressure on his head, he carefully kissed Blake's pussy. A flood of moisture answered the invasion of his tongue as he teased her folds aside and tasted her.

Blake moaned and pressed harder against the back of his head. "Oh yes, Eddie, eat mommy's pussy." Ed's nose butted up against a hard nubbin of flesh. Blake's thighs bunched and jumped beneath his hands and Ed heard a sharp intake of breath. He allowed himself a grin at the knowledge he'd discovered her clit, and then he attacked it with lips and teeth and tongue.

"Oh! Jesus, Eddie!" Blake hissed. Her hands gripped his head tightly, fingers threaded through his hair and kneading his skull. Her thighs clamped around his face and her knees fell against his shoulders. "That's the spot, baby," Blake went on, her voice rising with each word. "Oh my son, the things you do to me."

Ed could barely breath but he did not flag. He began to hum as he sucked on his mom's clit. Juice gushed from her pussy and stained his lips and chin. He released her clit and levered his tongue into her, thrusting it like a cock. He was still humming. Blake cried out, a high-pitched wordless screech. A spray of pussy cream jetted into Ed's mouth and Blake's body shook. Her pelvis fell away from him and she collapsed onto his body, shivering and shaking. Ed held her, and she wrapped her arms around him. His hardened cock butted up against her belly, leaving a trail of precum.

Ed licked his mom's fluids from his lips and plucked a pubic hair from his teeth. Blake finally looked up, her beautiful face and tits covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her makeup unmarked save for the lipstick she had lost sucking his cock. Her eyes were half-lidded and she had a dreamy look on her face. Without a word she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her heart pounded against his as her tits flattened on his chest.

"That was... intense," Blake said at last, licking his chin. One hand pressed his cock hard against her flat stomach. At this angle, the head brushed up against the underside of her right tit. She brushed a fingertip across his engorged head and brought a bead of precum to her lips.

"Now, Eddie, it's time to fuck your dear old mother." She slid off his lap, letting his cock bounce against his abdomen. She crouched on all fours on the floor, wagging her full plush ass at her son. With an insolent grin Ed moved onto the floor behind her. He gripped his cock with one hand and cupped her ass with the other. Blake threw her bob back and looked over her shoulder at her son. "I want you inside me," she said. "NOW."

The head of Ed's cock nudged up against Blake's pussy. This was it, the moment of truth. Dare he go through with it? Dare he fuck his own mother? Even after all that had happened, Ed hesitated.

But Blake did not. She thrust her hips backward, and her steaming sex swallowed Ed's cock. Both moaned in unison as Ed filled Blake's slick passage. Heat and moisture enveloped him as his mom's pussy opened up for him. Conscious thought fled, and instinct took over. Ed grabbed Blake's hips and fucked into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. Blake's ass shook with each thrust, and she loosed a loud, low moan.

Ed pistoned into his mother's juicy cunt. Her folds gripped and sucked at him, urging him deeper and deeper. He felt her fingers brush against his length as it drove into her. She brushed against her clit and then continued on, grabbing Ed's swinging testes and giving them a light squeeze. Ed's speed increased.

He half bent forward and reached under Blake to cup her swinging tits. Her nipples dug into his palms as the comfortable weight of her breasts rested in his hands. "Yes," Blake hissed, "play with my titties, baby. Fuck your mother, Eddie. Give it her, give mommy all your cock, every hard inch, ever... fucking... inch!"

Ed complied, hammering into her again and again. Her scalding cunt opened up, searing his flesh, and the spongy head of his cock butted up against a slight bit of resistance. When it happened, Blake suddenly froze and threw her head back. "No one... ever... so fucking deep," she gasped, and then her whole body was shaking and shivering as another orgasm seized hold of her. "I'm... cumming," she gasped unnecessarily.

Ed didn't pause. He hammered home again, and this time the slight resistance opened up and Ed's thick cock sank into his mother to the hilt. Blake's hips jumped and thrust back against him as she mewled something incoherent. When she looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks were streaked with tears but her eyes were bright with lust, and she was biting her lower lip. She made strange sounds as she fucked back at him. Her hot, moist channel gripped and caressed his length, urging him ever onward.

Blake's head dropped as her body seized up and shook again, overcome with pleasure. Ed's cock bottomed out again and Blake screamed. "Oh fuck," she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck mommy, baby. Keep fucking me and never ever stop."

He had reached the roof of her womb, Ed realized. He had never been this deep inside a woman before. The girls he'd fucked before hadn't the capacity, couldn't deal with his size. But his mother could. He fit her perfectly, and she him. Cruel fate.

Ed's head pounded and his breath came in short gasps. His own explosion was fast approaching. Ed fucked into Blake harder, his butt cheeks clenching tight with each jabbing thrust. Every time his cockhead bumped against the top of her womb, Blake uttered a little wordless cry. She was shivering with near constant mini-orgasms now, and a froth of juice stained Ed's balls and the base of his cock. Ed had released her tits and now held her hips once more to brace himself as he fucked.

Ed's cock swelled fatter, harder, bigger. Deep within Blake's molten core, Ed's cock expanded. He felt a tightness at the base of his cock and his balls pulled up against his shaft. Blake's pussy clamped tight around Ed's raging meat and he drove in as deep as he could reach. "Oh fuck, Mom," he growled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!"

"Yes, son!" she answered, breathless. "Give mommy all your cum!"

Ed's cock shuddered and spat its precious payload. A steaming, shining ribbon of jism sprayed from its swollen head, coating his mother's insides. With each gasping breath, each thundering pound of his heart, another scalding jet of cum sprayed from his cock, into Blake's depths. It was the same as before, his raging column of manhood simply came and came, with a nearly inexhaustible supply of semen. It filled Blake to overflowing, pouring out of her cunt and flowing down her thighs. Ed felt his cum splatter his own balls and mat his pubic hair as it slid out of Blake's burning pussy. And still he came, wad after wad, never faltering, never flagging.

Then, at last, the flood subsided. Blake's fingers gripped his balls and squeezed, urging out the last few precious drops. Ed, insensate, collapsed on his mother's back and pressed her into the floor. She cooed and purred beneath him, but the sounds did not register on her son. Ed slipped out of consciousness.

He came to some time later, still stretched out on the floor. He groaned, rubbed his eyes and looked around. His mother was beside him, half-sitting up. Her eyes were mostly shaded by her red mane, but she appeared to be looking down upon him, her expression inscrutable. Despite their shared nudity, Ed began to feel self-conscious. "What?" he said.

Blake merely shook her head and looked away. She moved languorously to her feet, putting on a little show for her son as she stretched out her magnificent body. Her thighs and pussy were stained with moisture, and when Ed looked at his own crotch, he found matted hair and a limp and raw looking penis. Ed folded himself into a sitting position, his self-consciousness growing. It was beginning to register on him as well that he had just fucked his mother.

Blake reached down a hand and Ed took it. He allowed her to pull him to his feet. "Let's go for a swim," she said.

The pool glowed an eerie cool blue under the deepening night sky. Blake padded to the edge and without preamble dove in, her graceful body knifing through the water with barely a splash. Ed eased himself, wincing as he sank into the bracing water. He watched as his mother began to swim slow laps. She glided along, stretching her limbs and muscles, washing off the sweat and coital fluids. Ed finally began to imitate her movements. He pushed off into the pool and paddled around a bit. To his surprise, he began to feel refreshed.

Blake glided towards the shallow end on her back and came to rest on the steps. She swept a hand through her sodden hair and cupped a tit, giving it a little bounce. The temperature of the water ensured that her nipples were rock hard.

Ed made his way to her side, but settled onto the steps a foot away from her. He looked askance at her. Blake had dropped her head back, and she was staring at the stars.

"So," he said.

"Mmm?"

"Why?"

Blake turned her head and focused her dark eyes on him. "Why what?"

Ed blushed. "Why did you... Why did you seduce me?"

She laughed. "Why not?"

Ed looked away. That was not the answer he had expected. He frowned, feeling a kind of frustrated anger brewing deep in his gut. Blake touched his arm, drawing his attention back to her.

"You know I'm a slut," she said without regret. "You saw me the other day. You have an idea what I'm like. I've fucked men and women, sometimes with multiples of both. I've been a swinger, a dom and a sub. I've done just about everything there is to do, except incest and beastiliaty. I'm lucky I saw you on the balcony yesterday, or else I'd probably be down at the stables doing something horrid."

Ed looked at his mother with horror. "Jesus Christ," he said. He splashed back on to the deck and headed into the house, leaving wet footprints on the cement. He went straight to his room, pulled on some clothes, and grabbed his bags. He starting packing, throwing anything he thought he'd need into them. He hoped Tully and Rodney and the rest of the guys wouldn't mind if he showed up at Key West after all. Maybe he would just get a hotel room in town until break was over.

A knock sounded at his door. Ed ignored it. It came again, more insistent. "Ed," his mother called. "Edward, answer me."

Ed released an exasperated sigh and turned to the door. "What!" he shouted. "What more could you possibly want from me, you miserable fucking whore?!"

Silence. Then, barely audible, his mother's voice. "I wanted to apologize for what I said... it was... I wanted to give you a complete answer to your question." She paused. "If you still want to hear it."

He should tell her to fuck off and leave this house forever. He'd had enough of her bullshit, her coldness, her manipulation. But there was a certain note of genuine regret in her voice that caught Ed's ear. And he began to remember how she felt beneath him, how he felt inside her, and he found himself going to the door.

When he opened the door, he found his mother standing there stark naked, dripping with water. Her red hair was slicked back, her face scrubbed clean of makeup, her brown eyes seemingly devoid of guile. She stared at him for a long moment, hands folded before her. Though she and Ed were roughly the same height, there was something in the way she stood there that made her look small and vulnerable. She almost shrank from the baleful look that Ed could not contain.

"I didn't lie before," she began. Ed's face hardened, and she quickly added, "But I didn't tell you the whole truth."

Ed swallowed. "Go on."

She looked up at him. "Can I... can I come in?" Without a word Ed stepped aside, and Blake stepped into the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed, eyes widening slightly as she took in his hastily packed bags. She looked at him then, her eyes suddenly sad and her face totally open. Ed found his righteous anger beginning to dissipate, and he fought to keep it alive.

"I am a slut," Blake began. "I always have been. It's how I ended up with your father. When he asked me to marry him, I sort of cleaned up my act, but neither of us got hitched for love so I didn't feel I owed him a total makeover. Your father wanted a wife to further his career, to create the image of a family man, and I was attracted to his money and power. Trophy wife? Sure, but it worked for us. Then Richard decided we had to complete the family image and have a baby."

Blake looked up at him, and actually flinched at the hurt on Ed's face. "I didn't want to be a mother," she said. Ed winced, but Blake plowed on. "But I went along with it. It was the worst nine months of my life. I had to give up drinking, smoking, and fucking. I almost went out of my mind. When you were born, I resented you terribly. I wanted as little to do with you as possible, and went back to being a slut, trying to make up for lost time."

Ed forced himself to look at her. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "By the time I realized what a horrible, unforgivable wrong I had done to you, that I wanted to change my ways, I found it was too late. You didn't want anything to do with either me or your father. You looked at Sal and Amelie the way you should have looked at us, Richard had packed you off to the private schools, and I had missed out on what should have been the greatest thing to happen to me. I didn't know how to be a mother anyway, I decided, and you were better off without my interference."

"Mom..." Ed heard himself say, but Blake held up a finger.

She was weeping openly now, her voice thick with emotion. "Don't interrupt or I'll never finish." She took a deep breath and plowed on. "I didn't know how to make up for my failure or even if I could, so I decided to keep away. I could give you gifts, at least, and make sure you never wanted for anything. That much I could do. But be a mother? Beyond my capacity."

She sniffed, and tried to wipe tears away with the back of her hand. "Then I saw you watching me, and a terrible idea formed in my head. I checked your room when you went down to dinner. I found your shirt, and I knew that I had excited as much as the idea of you watching excited me. Then it occurred to me that there was a way for me to connect with you after all these years, the only way I know to share myself with a man."

She shrugged and held her hands out. "So, I seduced you. We fucked like animals, maybe the best fuck of my entire, wasted life, and now you hate me. And rightly so." She held it together long enough to speak those words, but then started balling, burying her head in her hands.

Ed stared at her. Was this genuine? Was this honest? Had she told the truth? Could anyone fake that much emotion? Despite himself, he dropped to one knee beside her and put his arms around her, holding her tightly and rocking gently as she cried. After a bit, she was able to get her arms around him. While her full breasts pressed into his chest, she cried into his shoulder, tears darkening his t-shirt. "I'm so sorry, Eddie," she said. "So sorry."

"Ssh," Ed said, rocking her. "I don't hate you Mom. I may get angry at you once in a while, I may resent you a lot of the time, but I don't hate you."

Blake sniffled sharply and looked up into his eyes. "Why not?" she asked weakly.

Ed shrugged, surprised at the question, as just about everything this woman did surprised him. "Because you're my mom," he said. Blake started crying again, but she was smiling as the tears ran down her cheeks.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered.

He surprised them both when he kissed her, probing at her full lips with his tongue and tasting her tears. She kissed him back, tentatively at first, but then with growing strength and passion.

When they came up for air, she said, "I'm a mess."

"You're beautiful," he told her.

She laughed, and her eyes grew moist, threatening to tear again. "I don't deserve you."

"Maybe," he agreed. "But you're stuck with me. What are you going to do about it?"

Blake looked deeply into her son's eyes. "I'm going to love you as best as I can." She kissed him again, fiercely. Hard nipples dug into Ed's chest. "Make love to me, Eddie. Love your mother, and let her love you."

He pushed her back onto the bed and stood up, stripping himself out of his clothes. She spread across the mattress, pushing his bags onto the floor with audible thumps.

Ed pressed his lips against his mother's forehead, then kissed her upturned nose, and kissed her lips, slipping his tongue inside to wrestle with hers. She arched into him, forcing her tits into his chest and pressing his hardened cock against her belly. Ed continued moving downward, sliding his body along his mother's, kissing her chin and throat and trailing his tongue through the valley between her breasts. He paused there and dragged his tongue along her tits, tasting chlorine. He nipped her dark nipples with his teeth and sucked her nipples between his lips. He peppered kisses all along the pendulous and plush expanse of her bosom.

Blake threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed his head into her breasts. She gasped with delight with every contact of lips to flesh. Her hips hitched against her son's, her nearly bare pubis rubbing provocatively against his engorged manhood. He knew she wanted him to slot his cock into her cunt, even sensed her reaching down to guide him inside her, but he caught her hands. He wasn't through.

He abandoned her breasts and moved downward, kissing her smooth, soft belly and teasing her cute belly button with his tongue. Blake hissed when his lips touched her pussy. Her sweet nectar was flowing in copious amounts. Ed kissed and licked it away, slurping noisily at her engorged cunt lips. He found her clit and nuzzled it, eliciting a moan from Blake that weakened Ed's knees. He attacked her clit with gusto, sucking, nipping and licking, driving his mother mad with pleasure and drawing out her first shuddering orgasm.

Blake kneaded the back of Ed's head. She drew him back up her body and kissed him. "No one makes me cum like that," she said breathlessly. "Just your touch sets me on fire, but you know just where my buttons are, and you push them so very well."

He looked into her eyes and saw only honest emotion, raw and unrefined, but genuine. "You bring out the best in me," he said, and kissed her.

"There's something else I want to bring out of you," she growled. Now when she grabbed at his cock he didn't stop her. She pushed his swollen head against her steaming furrow. Slowly, Ed sank into her. Blake's mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back momentarily, then refocused on his face. She swallowed him whole, her inner muscles gripping and urging him along, drawing him deeper and deeper. He found that slight resistance again. Blake bit her lip. She opened up, and a heartbeat later Ed bottomed out against the roof of her womb.

Her eyes opened, looking deeply into his own. "I love you Eddie. Never doubt that." Her thighs clamped around his hips and her calves and heels pressed into the hard muscles of his ass.

"I love you too, Mom," he said and began to fuck her. Slowly at first, but with growing speed. Her hips met his every thrust, her thighs and calves and heels urging him on with every thrust. He watched her as they fucked, watched as her face contorted with pleasure, as she cried out in lust, as she looked upon him and bathed him with her love. She was crying again, even as she fucked back at him. He kissed her tears away and continued to hammer his iron hard slab of meat into her heated box, again and again and again. Her heat, her moisture, her inner muscles surrounded and absorbed him, sucked him deep and caressed him.

He felt her seize up beneath him, her nails digging sharp into his arms and back, her heels digging into his ass. She threw her head back. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! My son is fucking me and I am cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnngggggg!!!!" She thrashed under him, her entire lush body simultaneously limber and rigid as the orgasm took her. Ed paused, panting, until her climax subsided. Then he started fucking her again, pounding into her pussy. His heavy balls slapped against her ass. Her pussy squelched as he withdrew and drove inside again.

She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to her, kissing him savagely. She bit into his lip by accident and he drew back. "Sorry," she said. He grinned and kissed her again.

He was... he was... he felt whole for the first time in his life. Happy. Complete. It was insane, it made no sense whatsoever. He had been missing his mother all his life, not a lover, and yet here she was, one and both the same, and Ed felt as though his heart would burst. But it was something else that finally gave.

He felt the sperm churning in his balls. His scrotum drew up tight and his cock expanded deep within his mother's molten core. He felt the base of his cock tighten and he lost the rhythm, jamming himself as far inside Blake as he could reach.

She knew what was coming and urged him off. "Oh yes, Eddie! Give me your cum, give it all to me, every fucking drop! I need my son's cum, need it so bad!"

"Take it!" he growled. "Take it, Mom!" He spat his precious payload, a thick rope of creamy jism that splattered his mother's womb. Another, just as strong and powerful, came immediately after. And another. And another. The pleasure was so intense, Ed blacked out for a moment, but Blake felt every throbbing pulse, felt her pussy overflow with her son's cum, felt it drip from her weeping pussy onto her asscrack and the bedcovers. She held Ed as he shuddered and came, making little wordless sounds, kissing him lightly on his sweating forehead and cheeks.

When his flood subsided, he rolled off her. His dick slid from her with a faint sucking sound and he looked at her with a dreamy expression in his eyes. Blake cupped her pussy to keep his precious gift from leaking out of her. She folded into his arms, and soon both of them were asleep.

A sunbeam crossing his face woke Ed from his slumber. He cracked one eye open and craned his neck to see his gorgeous mother sleeping peacefully beside him. Ed smiled.

Epilogue

Spring break was a nearly two month old memory, a blur of sex and cum and love, and Ed was back at Sorenson until the end of the semester. It was going to be tough making it to summer without anyone to fuck, but Ed had extracted a promise from Blake to remain just as celibate, and he wouldn't be the first to go back on his word. No matter how much Ellie Pewterschmidt flirted with him. It had taken some doing, getting Blake to swear off casual sex with pool boys or any other available cock, but Ed had convinced her. She did want to turn over a new leaf, she just didn't believe she had the strength to go through with it. Ed promised her that she would, and she eventually seemed to believe him.

She called frequently during the week to see how he was doing. She taught him all there was to know about phone sex and promised pleasures untold when he graduated and came home for the summer. "Home." The word suddenly had genuine meaning to Ed.

One afternoon while studying in his room, the phone rang. Ed answered it automatically, his brain still concerned with sines and cosines. But his brain switched gears when he recognized his mother's breathy voice.

"Hey baby," she said. There was an odd note in her voice that made Ed uneasy.

"Mom," he said. "Is something wrong?"

She paused, and he could almost hear her thinking. Had his father discovered their relationship? Had Sal or Amelie put two and two together?

"Yes," she said at last, and it took Ed a moment to realize she was answering his spoken question and not the silent ones. "I'm late."

"Late? Late for what?"

Blake took a deep breath. "My period."

The words sank into Ed's mind. He grew very still.

"Ed? Are you still there?"

"Yes," he said, finding his voice. "You're... pregnant?"

"It looks that way."

"How did this happen?" he asked.

Blake snorted. "I thought I already taught you about the birds and the bees."

"Not that," Ed snapped. "I thought you were on birth control. I never would have... I mean, I thought..."

"Relax, Ed," she said. "I was. I guess you're a lot more potent than either of us thought. You did dump an awful lot of that stuff inside me."

Ed turned red. "Yeah, well. Shit. Are you sure it's mine?" Once the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were the wrong thing to say.

"Well, I can't really get it tested, can I?" Blake said sharply. "But trust me. I've been good, there's been no one since you, and before you I was careful not to let any of my partners cum inside me." Her voice softened. "You're the father, baby."

Ed thought furiously. "I... I... I'm not ready to be a father," he stammered.

"Careful, tiger," Blake cautioned. "That's what I thought when I had you, remember." She paused, then added more softly, "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. But the point is, you can't be allowed to be the father anyway. Richard is livid, thinks its one of my flings, and he wants me to get rid of it."

Ed swallowed. "What do you want?"

Blake sighed. "I want a second chance to be a mom. A good mom. So what I need from you is to be a brother. I need you to stand up to your father and tell him you want a sibling. He can't hold out against the both of us. Can you do that for me, baby?"

Ed thought for a moment. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, Mom, I can do that." He laughed suddenly. "I'm going to be a brother?"

Blake's laugh answered his own. "Thank you, Eddie. God, I love you."

"I love you too, Mom. I love you too."