A Remedy Unmentionable
Therapist mother embarks to instill confidence in her son.
Author's Note: This story takes place before the events of 'Perilous Expressions' but in the same universe. Each story can be read independently, but you might consider reading both if you enjoyed either.
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The bacon and eggs sizzled in the frying pan as I prepared breakfast for myself and my husband. It was Saturday morning and both of us needed to work. Despite being at the office all week, he always insisted on returning to work on Saturday. He had definitely become the workaholic type. I'd seen men like him plenty of times in my clinical practice as a psychologist -- distant and emotionally unavailable, but solid providers. I often asked myself why I had prioritized the latter when choosing to marry him, when it was the former I craved so much now.
Over the years, things had changed between Ron and I. Sharing so little of his inner life with me and showing almost no interest in me sexually, he was no longer the man I'd married. Isn't it ironic that a therapist who offers counsel to her clients about their marriages would have so many problems in her own?
The truth is, I was all but certain that Ron was having an affair. He came home later than expected from work so often and without explanation that I would have had to be willfully ignorant not to see what was happening.
His neglect for me had begun shortly after he'd hired a new secretary. I'm sure she was the one he was seeing, I just didn't have proof other than the fact that he often took her phone calls in another room. He claimed that it was simply because they were discussing "boring" work topics. The truth is, she was a pretty, young thing. I'd only met her once, but I could still remember those perky tits and that thin waist. I didn't blame him for wanting her. It was natural for an aging man to eye something a little fresher.
Despite his probable betrayal, I still believed in our union. I'd seen enough of my clients' marriages survive adultery, and even come back stronger, that I had never given up hope. I could forgive what he'd done if he would just come back to me. Call me a dreamer, but I still believed that we could return to the way it had been in the beginning when we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
I scooped our breakfast onto a few plates and brought them out to the dining room. We ate together, mostly in silence, as he scanned the newspaper -- an activity he loved. He always wanted to know what was going on, even if he didn't always notice what was happening in his own house.
As we finished and I stood to collect the plates, the door to the basement opened and our pajama-clad son emerged. Adrian yawned and scratched his shaggy hair. Him and I shared a resemblance in our faces. Over the years many people had commented that we had the same eyes.
"Morning," he said to both of us, but he was only looking at me when he said it. Then he did something I'd begun to notice more often from him. His eyes quickly scanned up and down my body. I suspect that he thought he was being sneaky enough with his glances, but I noticed. I always noticed. My husband's appreciation for me may have dried up, but I still put effort into my appearance and was proud that I could catch a young man's eye.
That morning I was wearing a pink wrap dress with a flower print pattern. I commonly wore the neckline low to show a bit of cleavage. I knew I had a curvy body and enjoyed showing it off. To be fair, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds around my tummy, but, frankly, I was proud of my curves. Perhaps my husband would still prefer the slim 20 year-old he had married, but I wasn't going to apologize for letting my body go through a few changes over the decades.
I hadn't done anything too fancy with my dark, wavy hair, just a simple offset split with each side pinned back to frame my face. I loved my natural curls and never straightened my hair.
As always, I didn't wear much makeup apart from a touch of eyeshadow, liking the way it made my dark eyes pop against my hair.
Through the kitchen door I watched Adrian pour himself a cup of coffee and then pass us again on his way to the den. Despite certainly having plenty of homework from college, he'd likely spend most of the day in front of that television playing his video game.
He was a nice boy -- gentle and content. Though his lack of ambition did concern me, I reminded myself that Ron and I had obviously raised a polite and happy young man. That was the most important thing.
Ron stood and mumbled, "thanks for breakfast, Jillian. See you tonight." He turned and left through the front door.
After tidying up the dishes, I made for the door, as well. I put my shoes on, then leaned around the corner to peer into the den at my boy. "Bye, sweetie. Have a great day."
"Bye, Mom," he called back over his shoulder.
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"It's just so many things, you know?"
"Mhmm," I nodded empathetically, urging Dorothy to continue.
"Bert and my life in the bedroom is pretty much dead. Sure, we still have sex from time to time, but the passion is gone. I feel like I'm withering away. Most of my kids are moved out. I'm not working. I'm just sort of existing."
"If you could do anything, with no limits, what would it be?"
Dorothy thought for a full minute, appearing to be considering something heavy, before speaking again. "No consequences?"
"None. What would you do if you could do anything?"
My client dragged her fingertips along the brown sofa cushion before looking wistfully out the window across from her. She then said something strange. "I would give in. I would let my son have me."
Intrigued, I sat up a little straighter in my desk chair. "You'd let him have you? What do you mean?"
We'd been having weekly therapy sessions for a few months now, meeting every Saturday afternoon in my small office, and had really begun to develop rapport. I could always tell when somebody finally trusted me and wanted to talk honestly about how they really felt. I never needed to press them too hard. They always did it on their own, letting out their deepest feelings, but only when they were ready.
"I would--" Dorothy cut off. "Everything I tell you is confidential, right?"
"Of course. Our conversations are just between you and I." Sensing that she needed a bit of help relaxing, I picked up a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from my desk, removed one, and brought it around to the thin woman sitting on my sofa. I leaned back against my desk after she took it.
Dorothy had extremely pretty features, with high cheekbones and a sharp nose. Her hair was a bit lighter than mine and was naturally straight. She'd told me that she attended a lot of group aerobics classes and, in my opinion, she had the body to prove it. Overall, a more practical dresser than myself, she wore simple high-waisted jeans with a tucked in sweater that clung elegantly to her smallish chest.
I walked back around my desk to my own chair when Dorothy used her own lighter to spark up.
Inhaling deeply before slowly releasing the smoke, she began to speak. "I've never told this to anyone. I guess because I'm afraid that it makes me a bad mother. I've screwed up so much in my life and I always wanted to believe I had at least done okay with Scott. I needed to believe it." Dorothy stopped and looked to me for something. She had reached a snag and needed some reassurance, just a bit of nudging, in order to continue.
Scott, her 18 year old, was her youngest son. She'd mentioned him a few times, telling me about the mischief he always seemed to get himself into. Being a real trouble-maker, he'd really put his folks through a lot over the years. He was the only of her three kids who still lived at home.
"Everybody makes mistakes, Dorothy. And it's not always helpful to use black and white labels. There are no bad mothers -- maybe not even good mothers, for that matter. There are just mothers who sometimes do good things and sometimes do bad things, but we're not defined by our mistakes. We're defined by our efforts, and I know you've tried your best with Scott." I held her eyes as I continued, sensing that my words were landing. "Believe me, I have a young man of my own at home. I know that mothering can be a challenge and I've made mistakes, too."
She laughed a bit, as if she wasn't convinced that I had understood the gravity of what she was dealing with. "My mistake was a bit bigger than you might think. Oh gosh, I just can't believe it." She shook her head and stared off again, wearing an expression of a woman who felt ready to give up.
"Would you like to tell me about it?"
She waited a moment, then spoke. "Yes, I'd like to get it off my chest."
"Go ahead, then, whenever you're ready. I'm listening."
She took a long, deep breath then looked me in the eyes. "I've been intimate with my son."
I must admit, I was caught off guard. I'd had clients admit all types of crimes and indiscretions. But this was a first. I kept myself composed. "Hm... intimate, how?" I tilted my head slightly as I spoke, keeping any hint of judgment out of my voice.
"Intimate, as in, sexually."
The tension was palpable and I sensed how heavy Dorothy's secret had been, how meaningful it was for her to finally confess it.
"Tell me more."
Dorothy began her story then. I attempted to listen impartially and keep my role objective, but I admit, my personal interest was peaked nearly from the beginning.
"It happened almost two months ago," she began, "a little after you and I began our sessions. The three of us had taken a beach vacation together -- my husband, my son, and I. Do you remember me mentioning it?"
"Of course," I nodded.
"Well, one day on the beach while my husband was swimming, Scott turned to me and offered to rub sunblock lotion on me. He said he was worried about me getting burned. I agreed and he began to rub it into my back. His hands felt so nice."
I fiddled a little with my pencil, listening attentively.
"I have to say, I'd been noticing Bert checking out other woman for the entire trip. He wasn't even trying to hide it. He'd just blatantly stare at all the bikini clad hussies parading down the beach. The only woman he didn't have eyes for was me. I'd worn a provocative, baby blue bikini that day, too, hoping to lure my husband's attention back where it belonged. Unfortunately, my charms seemed to work on the wrong guy." She took another drag.
I nodded as she continued.
"I knew Scott was becoming a scoundrel and that he'd already been fooling around with a few girls from around our neighborhood. He was always up to no good, but I was still shocked when I felt his hands begin to wander to places where they didn't belong. Even after he was long finished rubbing the sunblock into my back he just kept touching and stroking me. And I let it continue. It's hard to admit, but it had been so long since I'd been touched that way by a man that I rather enjoyed feeling Scott push the boundaries. Jill, he was starting to slide his fingertips along my inner thighs and over my butt. And I didn't stop him. I was curious how far my son would try to go. Then I realized that he'd untied my bikini top!"
My eyes opened wide.
"I scolded him, of course, and managed to get the strings tied up again just as my husband was emerging from the water. Thankfully Bert hadn't seen anything."
I nodded again, encouraging her to continue.
"You'd think I would have learned my lesson. But the next day, even after noticing Scott's eyes on me all morning, I still agreed to let him put more lotion on my back when he offered. Well, this time the little rascal was even bolder. I felt him untie my top again. But I didn't say anything, even after his hands slid over my ribs and his fingertips danced across the sides of my bare boobs. Then his hand traveled lower, cupping my ass and trying to get between my legs. I've never been good at disciplining Scott. He's always gotten his way, and that day was no different."
By this point I was hooked. "Please, go on," I prompted, keeping my voice professional.
She took another puff of her cigarette and continued. "We knew that we had plenty of time. My husband had left to take a long walk, probably to check out the group of college girls who were partying and having a game of volleyball a ways down the coast." She stopped for a moment to roll her eyes and shake her head. "So I let him continue playing, Jill. And before long, I started getting turned on. By the time I finally stopped him and did my top back up, I was wet. I looked back at him and he was hard -- just sitting there on his towel with his big thing pressing up against his swim trunks while he grinned at me. He had no shame!"
I swallowed. Her son was just blatantly showing his erection? I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded again and asked Dorothy to continue.
"The next day," she went on, "Bert left our suite early to take another long walk along the water, no doubt planning to ogle some more young boobs and butts. I was getting ready for the beach when Scott came to our bedroom door and knocked. I told him to come in and he saw me in front of the mirror trying on a new purple bikini that I hadn't worn yet. It was even skimpier than the blue one I'd worn the day before! I can't believe I put it on, knowing the danger." Dorothy buried her face in her hands, then took a deep breath and went on. "I chose to wear it that day on purpose because... because it had string ties on the bottoms, as well as the top. I wanted to know what Scott would do given the chance to undo them. I needed to know how brazen he would be."
"Then what happened?" I asked a little too quickly.
"Scott told me to lay on the bed. He said that it was best for him to put my sunblock on now, before we went out into the sun. I obeyed him and lay down, putting my face into the pillows and waiting for his touch. He climbed up behind me, straddling my legs and began rubbing the lotion in. Within just a few minutes he had undone by top. That much I had grown to expect. Jill, his hands felt different that day. There was no eagerness in his movements. He just took his time, truly enjoying me, as if he was fascinated by my body. To be admired like that was intoxicating and I just lay there, allowing it to happen. He was being so bold, Jill, openly groping the edges of my boobs and even sneaking his fingertips underneath to slide across my nipples. Soon I was even hornier than I'd been the day before. It had been so long since I'd felt a man desiring me like that."
I actually licked my lips as I continued to listen. I couldn't believe how intrigued I had become.
Thankfully, Dorothy ignored my improper response and went on. "Then, like before, his hands made their way to my low back and over my hips. I remember being disappointed when he didn't immediately try to undo the string ties on my bottoms. But he teased me, Jill, going up and down my legs so slowly, taking the time to really get his mother worked up. Then I finally felt the little tug I'd been waiting for and both sides of my bottoms were untied. I knew I should stop him and give him a serious scolding, but when his firm hands gripped my hips I couldn't say a word. He pulled me upward, onto my knees, and my loose bottoms slid off onto the mattress. I was so wanton, behaving like a horny slut for him. I arched my back and jutted my ass up, spreading my knees so that he could see everything. Then I felt it -- my son's hard dick bumping against me, prodding me. I had kept my face in the pillows the whole time and hadn't noticed when he'd taken off his swim trunks. I didn't close my legs. I just gripped the bed sheet and pushed back against him as he slid into my wet hole. Oh, Jill! Tell me that I'm not a terrible mother!"
My jaw was hanging open by this point and I found myself squeezing my armrests. "No, Dorothy, you're not!" I reassured her. "But tell me, what happened next?"
"He didn't last long. After a few minutes he shot his stuff into me and then laid me back down onto my stomach. I was mortified and didn't know what to say or do. I just pretended to fall asleep. He played along, thank goodness, and tied my bikini back up. Then he gently shook my shoulder and stroked my face, pretending to wake me. He whispered that he'd finished putting on my lotion and that it was safe for me to go into the sun. I stood up on wobbly legs and he offered me his arm, knowing that I needed it. He walked me out to the beach, still full of his... semen." She bit her lip. "I think both of us were in a daze."
Dorothy's reverie had captured me so completely that I'd almost forgotten my role as the professional. I quickly composed myself. "First of all," I said, "please thank yourself for having the courage to share this. It shows that you care, not only for your son, but for yourself, and that you want to make sense of the feelings you're having."
She smiled a little and nodded.
"Dorothy, tell me, how does it feel to speak all of it out loud?"
"It's such a relief," she said. "I felt so guilty afterwards, let me tell you." She extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray on the side table. "But the confusing part is that, despite all the guilt, I have to admit that it was the most alive I've felt in years. Maybe in my whole life. Oh, Jill, I mean it when I tell you that it was wonderful. It's like there is something magical between a mother and her son, a type of bliss that only he can bring to her. When I talk about it now, I see more clearly why I let it happen and why I wasn't able to shut it down after we'd arrived back home. The truth is, I still haven't told you the entire story."
Believe me, I wanted nothing more than to listen to the rest of her tale, but our hour was ending and I had more clients to see. Unfortunately, I needed to end our session. But I assured Dorothy that we'd continue the discussion the following week.
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I was still wearing my wrap dress after dinner when I sat on our dark orange sofa beside Adrian and flipped open a new book called The Psychology of the Self. I always made a point of staying caught up on the latest literature and Self Psychology was beginning to gain traction in the field, though I wasn't entirely convinced that it would stick around.
Our den was adorned with wood-paneled walls and large, oak coffee and end tables. Being one of the rooms where we spent a lot of time together as a family, I had put effort into designing it to be as comfortable as possible. Trying to follow a theme of dark colors to contrast the tan carpet, I had decorated with abstract paintings of oranges and browns and similarly patterned lampshades. Apart from a few leafy, green plants, the space was filled with a few bookshelves and a large television which sat on the floor across from the sofa.
My husband was in his fancy, new recliner reading the newspaper while our son played his video game. Buying him that Atari when it had come out a year earlier had seemed like such a good idea. But now I regretted the gift. It seemed to be all he wanted to do now. I had no doubt that he'd been on the damn thing for the whole day.
As I tried, once again, to return my attention to the text I was supposed to be reading, Dorothy's story echoed through my mind for the dozenth time. As did an image of her on her knees, a purple bikini loose on the bed beneath her as she offered her lithe body to her boy. As a professional, I hoped that I'd managed to appear dispassionate enough throughout the session but, truthfully, I'd been terribly aroused while listening to the juicy details of her confession. I know that I had squirmed my hips a few times in my chair while she spoke. When I'd first met Dorothy, she'd seemed so demure. She had been one of the last people I ever would have guessed would dare to cross that line. Now I just wished that I didn't have to wait a whole week to hear what else she had to say.
I looked down the sofa at my own son, sitting so close to me.
Even without doing much exercise, he was a naturally muscular guy. Along with his boyishly scruffy hair, he had become quite a dashing young man. I had assumed that he would have found a girlfriend and moved out by now. Frankly, I was surprised that he hadn't. Ron was certainly urging him to leave the nest, but I had always had a special bond with him and wasn't complaining that he still lived at home.
When he was young, Adrian had been a true mama's boy. He'd been so cuddly, often snuggling up to me and holding my hand while we watched movies. He also used to love playing with my hair, sometimes even braiding it for me. He was so cute back then. He had done stuff like that up to an age that he'd probably be embarrassed to admit now.
Then the cuddles had stopped. He'd become a teenager and no longer wanted anything to do with his old mom, unless, of course, it was to have his laundry done or dinners cooked. I smiled and shook my head. Typical males, I thought.
Sitting here, looking at him now, I began to wax nostalgic for those early days.
"Adrian," I found myself saying. "Do you remember when you were little and you used to play with my hair?"
"Uh... what?" His eyes remained on the television while he carefully bounced a ball upward to break through a group of tiles.
"You used to play with my hair all the time, sweetie. You even used to braid it for me. I always loved that. It was so relaxing. Don't you remember?" I poked his leg with my foot.
"Yeah, I guess I remember." He mashed the buttons on the controller while the television made ping, ping, ping noises.
"I was just thinking about how much I loved that." I slid my hands along my neck and flicked all of my hair out over the back of the sofa.
"Uh... okay, then." ping-ping, ping-ping.
"You'd best learn to take a hint, boy," Ron piped in, not looking up from his paper.
"Oh, dear, if Adrian doesn't want to braid his mother's hair he doesn't have to. He's not a little boy anymore." I poked him again, this time keeping my big toe pressed against his thigh and twirling it in small circles.
Miraculously, my son actually looked away from the television. He glanced down to my foot, then began to scan up my leg to the hem of my dress and continued over my hips, chest, and mess of thick wavy hair. I tilted my head and batted my big brown eyes playfully at him, pouting my full lips.
That little display seemed to do the trick.
"I guess I could if you really want me to." He finally put down his controller, sighing as if I was asking him to do a chore.
"Yippee," I beamed, clapping. "This is going to be so much fun!"
I spun around on the sofa, turning my back to him. I felt his hands slide up from my shoulders to scoop my thick hair. He seemed tentative, as if he needed a minute to settle in to this experience. I didn't rush him.
He started by separating out my hair into five roughly equal sections. Then he took just one those sections and split it up into three equal groups. He began to braid it by alternately bringing one of the outer sections to the middle. Either he'd been practicing or it's just impossible to forget how to braid hair because, by the feel of it, he was doing a great job. I loved the little tug, tug, tug feeling and the sensation on my scalp as he gently pulled the clumps together.
When he got to the end of the first braid he had a dilemma. "Mom, I don't have a hairband to put on it."
"Let's go to the bedroom," I said. "I have plenty in there."
"Why don't you just get them and bring them back?"
"Oh, it will be so much easier if we sit on the bed. C'mon, sweetie!"
"But--" he began.
"Don't bother arguing with her, son," Adrian's father piped in again. "Your mother knows what she wants. Believe me."
That did it. There were no more protests from Adrian as I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my and Ron's bedroom.
We lived in a wide bungalow. Truth be told, it was a little big for the three of us. Ron and I had bought it planning to have more than one child. After Adrian came and we changed our minds about having more we decided to keep the house and enjoy the extra space. Adrian certainly didn't complain about having the entire basement to himself.
My son and I made our way down the hall to the master bedroom, recently redecorated with floral wallpaper and white furniture. When we got there I gave him a handful of hairbands, climbed onto the green bedspread, and sat comfortably on my knees. He climbed up behind me and continued to work, fixing the finished braid, as it had loosened, and fastening it with one of the hair bands.
"That feels really nice, sweetie." I leaned backward against him a bit as he worked, feeling myself relax. "I never should have let you stop doing this."
"Uh... well, I guess I'm just glad I can help you feel good, Mom."
I let him work in silence for the next few minutes as he finished the rest of the braids, leaning further and further into him as I relished his touch. By the time he was done, I was practically laying in his lap. I'm sure the scene wouldn't have looked entirely proper and I was glad that Ron wasn't around to see it as I nestled deeply against my boy.
His hands had been resting lightly on my shoulders and began to gently kneed and rub my neck.
"Mmm," I said. "You used to give me back scratches, too, you know?"
"I know, Mom. I remember." His hands began to explore up and down my arms and down my spine to my mid back, scratching and rubbing lightly.
It was then that I realized that as I had slid deeper against him, the tie of my wrap dress had become loosened and one lapel had been allowed to drift a little down my shoulder. As a result, a lot of my chest had come into view.
My immediate instinct was to cover up -- I didn't want to make Adrian feel uncomfortable. But then I remembered those glances that I'd been noticing from him recently when I'd caught him quickly scan up and down my body. On second thought, maybe he wouldn't mind catching an eyeful of his mom's cleavage, after all. I left my loose dress in its scandalous position as his magic hands continued to scratch and rub all my tension away.
"Mmmmm. You know that I'm going to make you do this again, right?" I closed my eyes and nestled deeper into his lap.
He chuckled. "That's fine with me, Mom. I don't mind." I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like he was breathing a bit deeper than usual as his fingers danced across my shoulders and even began to trace little circles on my upper chest. I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face. The kid was really enjoying himself! So, spending time with Mom isn't such a chore after all, huh, mister?
Then, just barely, I felt his fingers nudge my dress a little farther off my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the tops of my breasts nearly totally exposed. The only reason the dress hadn't fallen completely off of my bust was because of the loose fabric still clinging to my nipples.
The little sneak was trying to undress me! I couldn't help but think of Dorothy on the beach and Scott playing with her bikini top. The nerve of these boys!
When we heard Ron's footsteps coming down the hallway I reluctantly sat up. Adrian quickly lifted the lapel of my dress back up onto my shoulder and I fastened the belt correctly. Everything appeared innocent by the time Ron arrived with Adrian simply continuing to work on a braid.
"Alright, wrap it up, you two. I've got to head to bed."
I turned to face my boy, whispering in his ear. "Next time we'll go to your bedroom. Then we can have more privacy." I planted a warm, unrushed kiss on his cheek.
He turned red and nodded before scurrying off.
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A couple of days later, the three of us sat in the living room together again after dinner. Of course, Adrian had already booted up his game system and had allowed it to capture his full attention.
Since the other night, I had really begun to wonder about how odd it was for a young man his age not to be out looking for a girlfriend. Where was his drive to have sex? I felt bad, but I couldn't help but compare him to what I'd learned about Dorothy's son. Scott was younger than Adrian, and had already been out prowling the neighborhood before setting his sights on grander prey. Yet, here was my son, endlessly mesmerized by a mere video game.
Although I had spoken to many clients about similar issues and knew how normal it was to question the quality of your parenting, I, like Dorothy, carried a few of my own doubts regarding whether I'd done a good job as a mother. I really had coddled little Adrian. I'd allowed him to be that mama's boy for so long. Was it possible that I'd actually stunted his development? I knew how devastating it could be for a young person if something interferes with normal sexual growth.
It was both my blessing and my curse to always want to get involved and fix problems. I immediately began to brainstorm what I could do to jump start his ambitions to do more than sit in front of the television.
He seemed to respond well to what we had done the other night, even becoming bolder as the back rub became longer. Would a bit more female energy, maybe even some more physical contact, help motivate him?
"I'm feeling a little tense," I said casually. "Adrian, do you think you could play with my hair again and rub my back?"
To my surprise, he actually set down his controller and looked over at me. "Uh, sure, Mom."
"Looks like you're learnin', son," Ron chimed in unnecessarily. He flipped a page of the daily paper and gave it a shake to straighten it out.
"Why don't we go down to your room, sweetheart? That way we won't disturb your father when he wants to sleep."
"Okay, Mom. Good idea." He nodded his head, the speed of his response subtly betraying his eagerness.
"I appreciate it, dear," Ron said.
"Let me change into my pajamas and I'll meet you down there," I told Adrian as he shut off the television and disappeared down the stairs to wait for me.
I went back to the master bedroom and stripped off what had been my day clothes, a pair of slacks and simple blouse. Then I took a moment to stand in front of the dresser mirror to look at my full, curvy body. I stifled a spike of self-consciousness as I compared myself to Dorothy's thin figure. She'd probably looked incredible in those skimpy bikinis that she had worn for her son.
For her son? Why had my mind tried to frame it that way? Probably because I was already beginning to ask myself what outfit I would choose to wear for my son.
Wanting to be as relaxed as possible, I picked out my comfiest pair of panties. They weren't fancy -- just a plain cotton pair that I often slept in. Unsure of what else to put on, I decided to simply cover myself in my fluffy white robe. Sure, it was a bit naughty to spend time with my son wearing something intimate, but I would make sure to keep my belt cinched nice and tight. I was basically just wearing another wrap dress, like the other night.
I kept the lapels of my robe pulled close together as I returned through the living room on my way to the basement. I didn't want Ron to become suspicious of my outfit. But, of course, he barely looked at me as I passed by.
Now downstairs, I found Adrian waiting for me in his room. I pulled his door closed behind me and approached him. He cast another of those glances my way, scanning me up and down. I smiled warmly at him and joined him on the bed.
Covered in yellow and brown striped wallpaper, his room was in the corner of the house and had small windows at the top of each of the outside walls. The wall opposite his bed was covered in posters and his floor was covered in laundry. There was a wooden bookshelf that we had bought for him when he was seven and in his closet he kept a box full of his childhood toys.
He was leaning against his pillows, so I scooted myself backward toward him until I was almost sitting between his open legs.
Noticeably more eager to get his hands on me than the night before, Adrian scooped up my hair and dragged it behind my shoulders. Before beginning to braid it, he just stroked it for a few minutes, brushing out my waves with his fingers. His movements felt a bit different tonight, his touch more intimate. It was as if he was taking a few extra moments here and there to admire me rather than just get a job finished.
This sense of being appreciated along with the familiar, soft tugs on my scalp while he began to work lured me into that deeply relaxed state even quicker than the other night. Before long I was leaning back against his chest once again.
After he finished the first braid and was beginning the second I asked him the question that I'd been wondering about. "Sweetheart, why don't you have a girlfriend?"
He froze and I worried that I'd embarrassed him. But then his hands began moving again.
"I don't know. I guess I just get shy whenever I'm around a girl."
"I'm a girl. You don't seem shy around me."
"Come on, Mom. You're different."
"Why? I'm still a girl." I turned around and smirked at him. "Don't try to pretend that you haven't noticed."
He rolled his eyes and kept his attention on my hair.
"Oh, Adrian, a handsome boy like you doesn't need to be shy with the ladies, trust me." I set my hand on his thigh and gently rubbed it a few times, then left it there.
"Thanks, Mom."
"You know, there are a lot of benefits to having a girlfriend in your life."
He finished the second braid, then took a few moments to lightly rub and scratch the back of my neck and my shoulders over the fluffy material. He scooped up another bunch of hair and began braiding again, not responding to my comment.
"You must know what I mean, Adrian. I'm a bit worried about you. You're not homosexual, are you?"
"Mom! No!"
"Sorry, sweetie," I said. "But it's okay if you are. There's nothing wrong with it, you know." I nestled deeper against him, melting into his chest.
"Well, I like girls. I'm just... not so great at talking to them."
"Aren't you curious about sex?"
He froze again.
This time I was sure I'd embarrassed him. But I felt that this conversation was important and held firm. I needed to be a strong mother in that moment.
"I mean... yeah, but it just hasn't happened for me yet."
I rubbed his leg. "Sometimes if you want something, you have to make it happen. Girls like a confident man, you know?"
"I know, Mom. I just get too nervous and clam up when certain girls are around."
"Certain girls? Is there one you like?"
He finished the braid he was working on but didn't start another, now electing to simply rub my shoulders and neck. Again, here, his touch felt more intimate than it had on Saturday night, as if there was a slight electric charge on his finger tips. I rolled a bit to my left and let my head fall slightly to the side, exposing more of my throat, shoulder, and chest. Like the other night, my belt had managed to loosen itself and my lapels had begun to drift apart due to my squirming and Adrian's rubbing.
"Well, yes, there is. A girl my age at the college."
So he had a crush. I closed my eyes and trailed my fingers along his thigh. "Tell me about her."
"Come on, Mom," he protested.
"At least her name. Then I'll leave you alone."
"Alright. Her name is Valentina."
His finger happened to hook under the lapel on my right shoulder just as I rolled a little further to my left, causing it to slip right off my shoulder and part way down my arm. I made no attempt to pull it back up.
"And are you going to ask Valentina out on a date?"
"Maybe. Can we talk about something else?"
"Sure, sweetie." So he was into girls, he was just a little nervous around them. "You know, there are a lot of fun things you can do with a girl."
"I'm aware, mother. I've seen it in--" He suddenly cut off, not wanting to finish whatever he was about to say.
"In what? Are you using pornography, Adrian?"
"Mom, that's a little personal..." His fingers continued flicking across my exposed shoulder.
"Oh, sweetie. You know your mother is a therapist, right? I know exactly what is normal for boys your age. You could never shock me."
"Okay, well... yeah, I've got a few magazines for that."
I smiled warmly. "I'm glad. Sex is a wonderful thing, in all of its forms. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You know that, right?"
"I guess."
I sat up onto my knees and spun around to face him, stroking his handsome face. His gaze fell downward toward my chest. I followed it and realized that my robe had fallen almost completely open and that one of my heavy breasts was peaking out. I suppressed the urge to cover it up. Instead, I returned my eyes to his face. He was memorized by my dangling boob, topped with it's large, pink nipple.
I put one finger beneath his chin and gently lifted his face upward to meet my gaze. "It's okay, sweetie. They're just boobs." I giggled a little and brushed the backs of my fingers along his cheeks a few more times.
He said nothing, but couldn't seem to maintain eye contact with me. Soon, he was looking at my chest again, his mouth hanging open.
"Do you like them?" I pulled my robe open, letting both of my tits spill out and arching my back to press them toward him. "Big ones, like these?"
He stared, slack jawed. Then managed to stammer, "yes, Mother."
I took his big hands in mine and brought them to my chest, pressing one of his palms against each breast, centered on my nipples. "They feel good, don't they?" A tender, motherly smile spread across my face.
This time, instead of trying to find words to reply with he began to play with me, gently squeezing and exploring my tits. This must have been his first time feeling bare boobs, given the subtle awkwardness of his movements. I felt giddy that I could start him off with a nice big pair.
Feeling his hips moving around, I looked downward and saw a large lump in his track pants. He'd obviously become aroused by all of this. I could even see his erection twitching up and down. Could he really be close to ejaculating?
"Sweetie," I began delicately, cupping my hands over his and pressing them more firmly against my breasts. "Can you show me your pornography?"
He seemed to snap partially out of his trance. "What? No, I don't think so."
"I'd love to see it." I batted my eyes at him. "And I would never judge you. You know that, right?"
"I know that, Mom. I just... it's a bit embarrassing."
"It would just be between you and I, sweetie."
He thought for a second then searched for reassurance. "Just between the two of us?"
"Of course." I leaned forward and lovingly kissed his cheek.
He reluctantly let go of me and slid over to the edge of the bed to reach behind his nightstand. I heard him ruffle through a few different magazines before he returned and set a single issue on the bedspread between us.
I fixed my robe, pulling the lapels back over my boobs, but not cinching up my belt. Then, with fascination, I picked up the magazine and leaned back against his pillows, eager to see what boys these days were interested in.
The cover featured a nude, large-breasted woman spreading her legs and giving the camera a seductive look. She teasingly covered her vagina with a teddy bear.
Intrigued, I reached to my side to flick on the bedside lamp before beginning to flip through the issue. "Go shut off the overhead light, sweetie," I said. "It will be cozier in here for us. Then come cuddle with me."
He obeyed, walking across the room without any attempt to hide his big hardon. I was proud to see him gaining confidence. Maybe getting a dose of female contact was already having an effect on him.
He lay beside me and propped himself up on his elbow stroking my hair and upper chest. I looked at the magazine and he looked at me. I loved the attention I was getting after receiving so little of it from my husband. Again, I thought of Dorothy and Scott. Sure, they'd fucked. But did they have a connection like the one Adrian and I had -- full of trust and genuine intimacy? I knew I'd made mistakes, but in that moment, I couldn't have been more proud of my mothering. How many 19 year-olds would trust their mothers enough to show them their stash of dirty magazines?
My eyes were glued to the pages as I flipped and looked at the women. There was nothing hardcore here. Just photos of nude ladies. And there were all types of bodies in here, both thin like Dorothy, and buxom like me. I wondered which body type Adrian preferred...
I was so wrapped up in the photos that I didn't even notice that he'd separated my robe to each side again, uncovering my tits as they hung to each side of my rib cage. He was trailing his fingers over my big swells with adorable naivety, playfully toying with each nipple.
I giggled. "So you really do like big ones like these, huh?"
"I love them," was all he said.
"Do you remember sucking on them, sweetie? I used to feed you from these, you know."
"Of course not, Mom. I was a baby."
In fact, Adrian had continued breastfeeding long after being a baby. I had loved having the connection that feeding my child created and had made no attempt to wean him. It wasn't until Ron had made a fuss and insisted that we introduce him to solids that I finally stopped. "He's gettin' too old for that," my husband would warn. "I don't want to raise a milk-addicted wimp, Jillian." I finally agreed, but ended up going through a short depression after ceasing to nurse my son.
Adrian had given up the teat kicking and screaming, even throwing tempter tantrums when I told him that he couldn't suckle me. He kept grabbing at my boobs for a few years after that. I had to wonder if he was lying about not remembering.
Now, laying in my son's bed, a moment passed while we both shared the same thought. A pang of disappointment hit me when Adrian didn't lower his mouth to one of my hardening nubs.
I handed the magazine back to him. "Now show me the rest of them."
He hesitated.
"I know you have more, Adrian."
Reluctantly he reached behind his nightstand again and came back with a handful more magazines. I looked over his shoulder and noticed that he'd left one behind, still hidden by his side table. He dropped the small stack onto the bed. These were clearly much more hardcore than the issue we'd started with.
I picked one up and opened it. It showed a young lady on all fours, she was looking backward at the camera as a large, muscular and well-endowed man inserted himself from behind.
"Oh, my," I whispered. "Now this looks like fun, doesn't it?"
Too shy to speak, Adrian simply turned red. I made a mental note not to push him much further. This whole night was probably quite a shock to him and I knew from conversations with my clients that sexual matters could be a sensitive topic for teenagers, especially when their mothers were around.
I flipped to another page which showed a woman sitting in a man's lap with his thing fully embedded in her. At the same time, she was performing orally on another man who was standing beside them. Her legs were shaved smooth, but she wore a large tuft of pubic hair around her vagina. Wow, I thought. I had seen pornography a few times in my life but, frankly, I hadn't realized how salacious these magazines had become. Between the images I was seeing and Adrian's fingers dancing across my chest, I was feeling really turned on and noticed myself getting wet.
Adrian's fingers left my boobs and he began to play with my hair again. Missing his touch, I took his hand in mine and returned it to my left tit. "Keep playing, sweetie. Your mother likes it." I stared down at the outline of his hard shaft in his pants and suppressed an urge to reach for it. No, Jill. Control yourself.
On the next page, there was a photo of a beautiful young woman wearing a loose nightgown. Aside from her state of semi-undress, she appeared quite classy and proper. However, on the opposite page, she was shown laying on her side on a bed with her top leg raised. Not one, but two men were penetrating her. One man was in her vagina and another her anus. The girl wore an expression of pure bliss as she was doubly penetrated. I licked my lips as I stared at the images, taking in their obvious juxtaposition. It made me think about many of the women I'd pass walking down the street, appearing so decent while potentially abandoning their dignity entirely in private. Again, Dorothy came to my mind. Who would have guessed by looking at her that she had such a wild side? And for that matter, who would have guessed after meeting me that I'd be here now, in this state, with my son?
Adrian pinched one of my nipples. They had both become hard nubs now and I let out a small moan. He grinned and, flipping the attention back on me, asked, "did you find something you like, Mom?"
I giggled, realizing that I'd made my fascination with this young lady so blatant. "Adrian, it's just that I don't normally see pictures like this. These magazines are so... raunchy! Is this what boys these days like?"
"I don't know, Mother. I like looking at it, but I'm not sure if I'd actually want to do everything in here."
I handed him the magazine. "Show me something you would want to do."
He waited a moment, then started to flip through a few pages. He stopped on one that showed a buxom woman, not unlike myself, and pointed at the page, saying nothing. The large-breasted woman was laying on her back with a young man straddling her torso and putting his slippery shaft between her big boobs. There were a few photos of the pair. In the next one she was pressing her tits together, totally surrounding his wide girth. In the next photo, he had ejaculated and shot his thick semen all over her chest and throat.
"Oh, so my son has a naughty side, huh? Now I know why you like big ones so much." I raised my eyebrows at him but didn't tease him further, realizing how exposed he probably felt.
"I guess," was all he said, still sheepish.
Curiosity got the best of me and I found myself gesturing to the magazine that he'd left behind his nightstand. "What about that one?" I smiled mischievously.
"I don't know, Mom."
I leaned toward him, pressing my tits against his side and bringing my mouth close to his ear. "Come on, sweetie," I whispered. "Your mother wants to see everything that you've got down here." I flicked my tongue across his ear. "You don't need to be shy with me."
He let his breath out, then appeared to have made a decision and reached for the magazine before setting it on my lap. I had to read the title twice before I believed it. It was called Taboo Mothers.
"Oh, my." I couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Mom! C'mon. Please don't tease me." He laughed a bit too.
Underneath the title, the cover read, "With mothers willing to go all the way, these lucky boys have hit the jackpot!"
I rolled my eyes at the cheesy subtitle. Then, unable to resist, I opened it up and found a set of photos that depicted an encounter between a "mother" and her son. Of course, they were just two performers with an age gap, but the woman was certainly putting on a convincing show as she sat beside her "son" in what was supposed to be their living room. She was in a state of undress not unlike my own and was showing off her sizeable breasts. I couldn't help but see a similarity between her and I.
I felt my pussy gushing within my big, cotton panties. Laying here topless and looking at these photos with Adrian next to me, his cock throbbing in his pants, was the most thrilling thing I'd done in years! My next thought got me even hotter. Adrian was into incest pornography. He had probably even fantasized about me. That would explain those glances that I'd been noticing from him. God, it had been ages since I'd felt this aroused. My hand slid over to my son's stomach and began to trail circles around his naval. I was hyper aware of his erection, just inches away from my finger tips but still safely encased in his track pants. Don't do it, Jillian, I told myself. Everything I'd done so far had been innocent enough. Don't ruin it.
I spoke quietly. "So this is what you like, huh?"
He nodded, breathing deeply as my hand circled dangerously close to his waistband.
The two of us looked at the spread I had opened the magazine to. Together on the sofa, the mother and son pair had begun by kissing each other, quite passionately, it appeared. Then they had undressed further and she had begun to stroke his hard penis. In the next photo she was giving him oral sex while he rested his hand on her head. After that, he had laid her on her back and penetrated her. She wore a look of ecstasy as her boy stuffed her with his big cock. The final photo showed the aftermath -- his cream sprayed all over her wet pubic hair and stomach. I felt jealous of that lucky mom.
I started to wonder how common all of this really was. If incest-themed pornography was becoming popular, exactly how many women carried secrets like Dorothy's? Maybe I could have a secret, too -- just a little one.
"If I get too personal just tell me, but I want to ask you something, sweetie," I purred, bringing my full lips close to his ear again. "When you look at these magazines, and you see these moms doing special things with their sons... do you play with yourself?"
His cock noticeably twitched in his pants when I, once again, flicked my tongue across his ear lobe. I loved that I could have this effect on him.
"Mom..." he managed to stammer, sounding almost panicked.
"It's okay. Of course you do." My fingertips crept downward, barely crossing over his waistband. "It's normal. Everybody masturbates, Adrian -- even me."
"You do?"
"Yes, sweetie."
Don't do it, Jillian, I tried to tell myself. But it was useless. I knew my hand wasn't going to stop. Not after coming this far. My fingers slid downward, up and over my son's shaft. Adrian's breath caught as I gently squeezed him.
Fascinated by the dimensions of his hardon, I began to lightly stroke him while I continued whispering to him about the images in the magazine. "Do you like this mom? Do you like her body and big tits?"
"Yes," he gasped.
"They look like mine, don't they?"
"Yeah, Mom. Just like yours." His hands returned to my chest, this time grabbing me possessively.
I let go of his dick, but only to shove my hand down his pants and fish him out. After getting my hand directly on his glorious, young cock, I began to jack him properly. His bare penis looked different than I expected. It was a bit... meaner looking. There were several visible veins curving around his shaft and his balls looked so heavy hanging between his legs. Did he realize how few men had one this large?
"Would you fuck her, sweetie?" I was whispering quietly. "Would you fuck that mom, the one who looks just like me?"
"Yes!" He nearly yelled, now nearly hyperventilating as he got what I assumed was his first handjob.
"Oooo, yes, baby," I moaned as he manhandled my sensitive tits. I was all tingles, loving that I could be a part of this moment for him.
"Would you like to be that boy, fucking his own mommy?"
His answer came in the form of an enormous, bountiful eruption of semen. It seemed to last forever as he moaned and thrashed on his bed, shooting at least ten hot jets high into the air and thoroughly painting his t-shirt. I jerked him throughout his entire orgasm, not stopping until his moans and heavy breathing finally subsided.
When he was finished I released him and sat up, my own heart pounding along with his. The next thing I knew I was licking the back of my hand clean. I made sure he saw me do it.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," I said. "Braiding your moms hair is a lot of fun, isn't it?" I batted my dark eyes at him.
He nodded, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, as I stood and fixed my robe before slipping back out of his bedroom.
I climbed the stairs to find the living room dark and empty. My husband had gone to bed.
After retrieving a glass of water, I sat on the sofa in the dim moonlight. The taste of Adrian's delicious cum still lingered on my lips as I set my water glass down and cupped my sex. Before I knew it, my other hand was fondling my boobs under my fluffy lapel and gently pinching my sensitive nipples. I slipped my fingers under my panties then, through my modest bush and over my sensitive clitoris.
I knew I needed to join Ron in bed, lest he begin to wonder what Adrian and I were doing, but I took these few minutes to quietly bring myself off, not once, but twice, as I mentally relived the previous hour. The thought of Adrian downstairs, looking at that filthy magazine and thinking of me made my heart fill and my pussy throb.
When I was finished, I took a deep breath and returned to my marriage bed, crawling in beside my husband.
"Goodnight, Jillian," he said softly, rolling away from me.
"Goodnight, dear," I responded, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling.
Be careful, Jill, I thought to myself. You're playing with fire.
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It was Saturday again and time for my next appointment with Dorothy.
She arrived at my office and we greeted each other with a light hug before sitting down to talk. She declined our customary cup of tea, but did accept a cigarette. I must admit, it took a real effort to conceal my excitement at hearing more of her story.
Initially, my client's mood seemed to be upbeat and friendly, but after spending the first few minutes exchanging small talk she became quiet and I noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably. Very understandably, she must have been feeling shy and exposed after the previous week's admission.
I had been in this situation many times with other clients after they'd finally opened up and, as the professional, I took the lead. I first wanted to put her at ease with some reassurance and then encourage her with a few gentle, probing questions.
"Dorothy," I began, "it took a lot of courage to share what you told me last week. I hope that you know that. I'd also like to remind you that everything you share with me will always stay between us."
"Thank you," she quietly replied, taking a drag.
"How did you feel this week, after having shared it?"
She stayed silent at first, staring down at her cigarette. "I'm not sure how much longer I can resist him. Talking about what happened at the beach and sharing all those raunchy details with you woke something up in me. I've been having a lot of urges lately -- more than before."
I waited for her to continue. When she didn't, I gently prodded further. "Dorothy, you mentioned at the end of our last session that you were unable to shut things down with Scott even after you arrived back home. Would you like to elaborate on that?"
"I'm not sure if I should. I don't want to get myself too worked up and end up doing something that would jeopardize my marriage."
"Dorothy, I think it's important that you share everything. It will be better for you if you tell the whole story from start to finish. That way, we can form a complete picture of what happened as we move forward." I prayed that she would agree.
"You think it would be for the best?"
"Definitely. You need to get it off your chest."
"Okay, then." She appeared resolved. "Well, after that first morning at the hotel, when we... you know?"
I nodded.
"Well, after that, we went to the beach and spent the afternoon with his father. I basically just stared off at the horizon all day, in shock of what I'd allowed to happen, what I had basically invited."
I watching her with anticipation, keeping my expression gentle and non-judgemental.
"I caught Scott's eye a few times. He was laying on his towel beside me, smiling at me like a typical boy. He was obviously proud of what he'd done. I knew in that moment that he would try to do it again. I hoped I would be able to resist him, though I already knew that I would have moments of weakness."
Nodding, I remained silent to give her space to continue.
"For the rest of our vacation I made sure to avoid Scott and refused all of his offers to put more lotion on me. Then we arrived home and things just... stopped. Like whatever spell we'd been under had been lifted when our vacation finished. He didn't try anything with me for about a week and I was beginning to think that he'd lost interest. I remember feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. But then, one evening, he approached me in the kitchen while I was cooking dinner."
I leaned forward. "Yes? And what did he do?"
"I was at the counter, chopping up some carrots, when I felt his hands on my hips. My first thought was that Bert was finally coming on to me, but then Scott whispered into my ear about how beautiful I looked in my house dress. For some reason, I didn't try shoo him away even though my husband was just in the next room. Even when his hands slipped around to my front and he pulled me back toward him I did nothing to protest. Then he began to gently kiss my neck. I remember being glad that I'd put my hair up in a bun because I loved the feeling of his mouth on my uncovered throat."
As I pictured her in a baby doll dress, enticing her son to touch her in her kitchen, I thought about Adrian.
Not much had changed in our home after that night in my son's bedroom, to my honest relief, and a sense of normalcy had remained in my family. But the truth is that, after having slept deeply for several nights, I had begun to see my actions with a new clarity and, frankly, I was having trouble understanding how brazen I had been. What on Earth had come over me? Had I really been that lonely and neglected? I only hoped that my efforts hadn't been in vain and that Adrian might now find a new sense of confidence with women. After my lesson, he might even muster the ambition to go out and get a girlfriend now that he had first-hand experience with the benefits it could bring.
These hopes had been bolstered by the one thing did change after that night. A handful of times throughout the rest of the week Adrian had rested his hand on my arm or low back or casually brushed my hair away from my face while talking to me in the kitchen or the den. To my delight, he had even done it once or twice while Ron was in the same room! I was proud of him. Now, hearing about Scott's shameless behavior in Dorothy's kitchen had me wondering if my own son would ever try something so bold with me. Could I inspire him to be that confident?
Dorothy continued. "I knew I needed to stop him as his hands slid up my stomach toward my breasts, but I just couldn't bring myself to pull away. Before I knew it, I was leaning my head backward on his shoulder and closing my eyes while he nearly gave me a hickey. Just as his hands reached the bottoms of my boobs and were barely taking some of their weight, he whispered into my ear that he needed to have me again and that he wanted me to come to his bedroom that night. When he slid his tongue across my ear tingles shot through my body, Jill!"
"And what happened next, Dorothy? Tell me!" I sat up straight.
"I managed to tell him no -- that it was too dangerous while his father was home. I couldn't deny him outright, but I bought myself some time. He pressed himself against my backside then and I felt it again, Jill, his hardness. I still had never actually seen it, despite it having been inside me before, but I already knew that it was big from the way it had stretched me out -- definitely wider than Bert's, and so much harder and more unruly."
I looked down at my soft hands. All week I had been resisting the memory of holding Adrian's pulsing erection. But now, as I became increasingly aroused, I dropped all efforts and let myself relive that delicious moment as I had wrapped my small fingers around him and brought him off. I could almost feel his veins and glans again as the memory of his twitching cock, being pumped so full of blood, ran through my mind. I had loved watching him squirm and thrash as he had shot out all of his hot semen. I found myself wishing that I'd taken him into my mouth at that last moment so that I could have swallowed more of his delicious cream, rather than just what had been left on my hand.
Dorothy's voice snapped my out of my reverie. "He told me that he'd come to me the next morning, after his father had left for work. He told me to wait for him in my bed. I knew instantly that I was going to do it and nodded my head, agreeing to our illicit rendezvous. Then he released me, backing away and disappearing out of the kitchen while I smoothed out my dress." She paused for a moment to take a deep breath, clearly becoming quite worked up, as well. "And he did come to me, as promised. The next morning, not ten minutes after his father was out the door, Scott walked confidently into our bedroom and found me waiting for him."
My heart beat hard as I continued to listen. Dorothy wasn't just beautiful, she was sexy. Never in my life had I been attracted to another woman, but in that moment I wanted to go to her and touch her.
"Oh, Jill, I had gotten nearly naked for him while I waited under the bedsheets. But I had decided to keep my panties on. I-- I wanted to feel him take them off of me, to give him the gift of undressing his mom. I knew he'd like it. And he did! I'll never forget how hungrily he looked at me when he pulled the covers back to see me waiting for him, tits out and pussy clad only in lacy, black panties. He took his time sliding them off of me, then he put his hands behind my knees and lifted me up, bringing his mouth down to my beaver. Oh, heavens, he ate me with so much hunger. It had been years since I'd cum like that. When he was done I was jelly in his arms."
I bit my lip and pictured my beautiful client naked, spreading her legs and being eaten out by her lucky son. I bet her pussy tasted heavenly. I rubbed my hands along my thighs, barely concealing my excitement as she regaled me and relived her sinful encounter. "And then? Did he fuck you?"
"Not right away." She took a long drag from her cigarette. "I was just dying for him to shove his big thing back into me, but he made me wait, teasing me first by only rubbing the head on my soaking lips. Jill, he made me ask him for it! Oh, I'm so ashamed." She buried her face in her hands before continuing. "And I did. I was practically begging him to fuck me before he finally shoved it in. And it was incredible -- so much better than the first time. We ended up doing it all day. I can't even remember how many times he took me."
Unable to speak, I only listened as I felt a few subtle throbs in my pussy.
"It was by far the best sex of my life. Giving myself to Scott made me feel 20 years old again. For that day, the two of us were animals. It was so carnal that I honestly forgot about the rest of the world. All of my problems disappeared during those magical hours. But I knew that it simply couldn't continue. I would lose my marriage, though it would almost be worth it. I can't throw my life away, Jill. So after taking that day to enjoy and cherish, I vowed to not to let it happen again. Ever."
I nodded my assent, genuinely sympathetic to her plight.
"That was five weeks ago. I've managed to deny him since then, but I don't know how much longer I will last. I feel his eyes on me. I feel his touches. They come at just the right moments, as if our connection allows him to read how I'm feeling. I know one thing, Jill. If it happens again, even one more time, I'll be lost. He'll know that he can have me anytime he wants. And he'll be right. Oh, I just wish that Bert would come on to me the way Scott does, then I wouldn't have to be in this mess. I don't know what to do!"
I was able to compose myself enough to offer some helpful words to my client. I verbally recognized the dilemma that she was in -- trying to balance her devotion to her marriage, albeit a failing one, with a life-changing sexual relationship, albeit one that will come with its own complex dynamics. All I could do was advise her to be honest with herself and to acknowledge her feelings, no matter how inconvenient they were. Her path forward should be the one that personally brings her the most peace, regardless of the opinions of others.
When Dorothy left my office, I needed to use the restroom to refresh myself before my next client arrived. I was wet.
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I was already preparing dinner that evening when my husband arrived home from work. I greeted him with a passionate kiss and hungrily pushed my tongue into his mouth. Though he briefly kissed me back, he seemed much more interested in grabbing a beer from the fridge and opening the paper in his recliner. Frustrated, I returned to the kitchen alone.
Adrian arrived home a little later, returning from his evening class at the local college. He entered the kitchen to grab a glass of water and brushed his hand across my back as he passed me. His touch felt electric. On his way out of the kitchen he brushed my back again, but this time he left his hand between my shoulder blades, gently scratching along my spine. I looked at him and smiled, reaching up to squeeze his bicep. He smiled back, letting his hand slide down the length of my back and up over the swell of my butt. His fingertips danced gracefully across my right cheek before giving it a little pinch.
"Sweetie, not here," I scolded, leaning backward to peer into the living room. Ron was still in his chair, paying us no attention.
Adrian grinned mischievously and pinched my rear once more before leaving.
That brief touch did wonders for me and I finished preparing our meal with a smile on my face.
After eating as a family, I hoped that Ron would suggest that the two of us "head to bed early." That phrase had always been our secret code back when things were spicier between us. But after eating he simply stood, leaving his dishes on the table, and returned to his recliner in the living room. I sighed and carried our plates to the sink. Feeling disappointed once again, I took care of the washing up before going to my bedroom.
I took a warm shower before changing into my silk, button-up pajamas. Then I went to join the men in the living room. As usual, Ron had his face in the paper and Adrian was busy on his game system, shooting bullets at another space ship. When I sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from my son, he glanced at me, quickly checking out my body before returning to his game. I opened a book and began to read.
Sensing my mood, Adrian set down his controller and turned to me. "Mom, do you want me to braid your hair tonight?"
"Oh, it's okay, sweetie. You play your game."
He hesitated for a moment and, once again, scanned his eyes across my body, obviously lingering on my chest. My boobs filled out my top nicely, even stretching some of the buttons quite tight. "Alright, Mom," he finally said, returning his eyes to the television.
I extended my legs and set my feet on the ottoman, first pointing my toes forward and then curling them back toward my knees to give my feet a good stretch. My pajamas pants slid a little up my legs, showing off my ankles and a bit of my calves. I'd had my nails done recently and the pink polish looked beautiful against the cream-colored silk.
As much as I wished Adrian wouldn't use his game system so much, he was really good at it. Usually getting to a high level before losing. But tonight, he couldn't seem to make it past the early part of the game. I watched him closer and realized that he was continually looking over at my feet, especially when I sensually stretched them forward and pointed my toes toward the television. His eyes would also skim up and down my legs from time to time, right to my hips which were hugged snugly by the thin fabric. Did he think he was being subtle?
"I wouldn't mind, Mom."
"Hmm?"
"Braiding your hair again."
"You wouldn't?"
"Not at all. We can even do it my room so we don't bother Dad."
Ron looked over and frowned, furrowing his brow, then returned to his article.
I didn't answer at first. Even then, I had still been hoping that Ron would be the man to take me to bed. I knew that going downstairs with Adrian would mean treading on dangerous ground.
"Alright, sweetie," I said. "I'd like that."
For some reason, after standing, I approached Ron to kiss him on the cheek. I don't think I realized it at the time, but it was a goodbye kiss, offered to bid him farewell. "Goodnight, dear," I whispered. "I'll see you in bed later."
Adrian switched off his system and cleaned up the cords before we began to descend into the basement together. To my surprise, and delight, my boy lightly took my hand as we walked down the stairs. The feel of his strong fingers settled my nerves. A natural gentleman, he led me into his room and to the bed before letting go. After sitting me down he went back and closed his door, ensuring that we'd be alone.
He sat on his bed and slid back against his pillows. "Come here, Mom."
I wiggled backward to sit between his legs and he began to play with my damp hair. He scooped it up, pulling it back over my shoulders, then he slid a hand up the back of my neck to scoop my hair up in his fist before beginning to gently comb it out with his fingers. I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed myself, loving the sensations of his fingers and the gentle tugs against my scalp as he started to braid it together. This time he elected to make two large braids, one on each side of my head pointing backward.
"Mmm, that feels nice, sweetie." I sunk backward against him as he worked. "I love when you do this."
He leaned forward and kissed my semi-exposed neck.
"Mmmm," I sighed, feeling my entire body melt into my son.
The pretense of working on my hair didn't last long tonight and his hands soon abandoned his work before sliding down to my shoulders and beginning to rub and gently kneed my muscles.
Wanting his mouth on me again, I reached back to scoop up any stray hair and pulled it all over my left shoulder. Then I stretched my head backward and to my left, offering the right side of my neck to Adrian's warm mouth. His hands slid down my back and around my sides, resting on my tummy and pulling me toward him as he began to plant little kisses on my exposed throat. Over the next minute goosebumps shot up all over my body.
"Spending time with a woman is a little more fun than playing video games," I moaned. "Isn't it, sweetie?"
"Yeah, Mom," he said between kisses. "Spending time with you is awesome."
He became bolder and his hands traveled up and over my bust. After another minute of being groped over the silky material of my pajamas I was even hornier than I'd been during my session with Dorothy.
I couldn't help but chuckle when he started to undo the buttons of my top. "So you want to see them again, huh?"
"Fuck, yes," he breathed, managing to get the fourth button undone. His eager erection throbbed against the small of my back as my bra-clad tits spilled out of my loosened top.
"Don't talk like that," I scolded while taking over the job of undoing the last few buttons. I then leaned forward to slide my arms out of each sleeve and remove my top off completely. Still wearing my comfortable, sleeping bra, I instructed, "unhook me, sweetie."
Adrian was already on the job and, after a moment of awkward fumbling, succeeded in unclasping my bra. I slid it forward off of my arms and then leaned back into him again, my tits now hanging freely. His big hands were immediately on me again, each cupping and squeezing its own breast. I sighed happily as he began to play. To my delight, his mouth returned to my throat while he groped me.
Unable to resist any longer, I slid my right hand up his thigh, searching for and finding his cock through his jeans. I squeezed and rubbed up and down his shaft. It must have been uncomfortable for him, keeping that big thing confined in those tight pants.
A moment later, Adrian let go of me and stood up, both dropping his pants and shucking his shirt before climbing back into the bed to join me again, this time laying down next to me. His hands immediately returned to my chest to tease and pinch my hardening nipples.
"Not so fast, sweetie." I took his hands in mine and lowered them away from my chest. "Why don't you pick out a magazine for us?"
He looked up. "A magazine? You really want to see those again?"
"Well," I began to pull my pajama top back on, "not if you're too shy to show me them."
"No, I'll show you!" Then he quickly leaned across me to his "secret" spot and pulled one out.
"That's not the one I had in mind," I whispered.
He grabbed another.
"Not that one either."
A bit sheepish, he took out the Taboo Mothers issue.
"Good boy," I purred. "This is the one your mommy likes."
Side by side, we began to flip through the magazine in the lamplight.
"Don't be shy, sweetie. Show me a page you like."
He flipped to the middle and gave it to me, open to a photo set of a voluptuous mother serving dinner to her husband and son. In a couple photos the teenage boy at the table was sliding his hand up her leg to cup her behind when the "father" wasn't looking. After dinner he followed his mom into the kitchen and lifted her dress right up over her butt. Rather than being angry, the "mother" spread her legs and bent forward over the counter while the son pulled her panties down to reveal her muff. Then he spread her lips apart until her dripping, pink labia peaked through her bush. In the next photo the little scoundrel was gleefully fucking her right there in the kitchen while his father sipped coffee in the next room, totally oblivious of the betrayal happening so close by. From the look on the boy's face, he was really enjoying himself. And from the expression on the mother's face, she was lost in utter bliss. I giggled at the absurdity but, I admit, felt really turned on. So this is what aroused Adrian, huh? Had he ever imagined touching me while Ron was close by. Did he masturbate thinking about it?
"Look at them, Mom," he whispered to me, lightly stroking my naked breasts.
"He's certainly being a naughty boy, isn't he?"
"Yeah, Mom. He's touching his Mom right there, so close to his Dad."
I was so engulfed in the photos and the electric feeling of Adrian's hands all over my body and tits that I was caught off guard by the sudden change in sensation when he brought his mouth to my right nipple. I gasped as he began to suckle me, almost feeling that I would cum from this alone. He grabbed my tit in both hands, and began to lick circles around my areola. He eventually got my entire boob wet with his saliva before switching to other one. His mouth felt exquisite and I whimpered my appreciation. He climbed between my legs then, laying atop me as he continued to suck and lick my chest. I was in heaven, any trepidations I'd had were completely drowned by the bliss of the moment.
Then he surprised me by climbing up and straddling me while pushing his boxer shorts down at the same time, freeing his young cock and setting it down between my meaty boobs. Oh, no, I thought. This was a bit much. What did he have in mind?
Despite my hesitations, I grabbed him, wanting to feel his warm shaft once again and began to gently jack him, but he had other plans. He lifted a tit in each hand and wrapped them around his shaft. Despite his girth, my ample breasts fully surrounded him, encasing his dick in a slippery tunnel of mommy-meat, just like the couple he'd shown me the other night. Then he started fucking forward and back, lubed up by his own spit.
His helmet kept protruding from the top, poking teasingly close to my watering mouth at the end of each thrust. I so badly wanted to suck him, but a voice of reason started speaking to me from the back of my mind. I was a married woman! It was one thing to give my son his first hand job. Every boy deserves a special, harmless memory to share with his mom. But we were drawing close to a line now that I knew I shouldn't cross.
Determinedly, he put his hand behind my head and gently guided my face forward. I complied willingly, my mouth now maybe an inch from his glans. I licked my lips as I looked down at the stream of precum already dripping from his shaft and smearing on my tits. God, he looked delicious. Could I do this? Adrian wanted it. He applied a bit more pressure to the back of my head. He was being so confident, going after what he wanted. Shouldn't he be rewarded?
I opened my mouth wide. On his next forward thrust, his head pressed past my lips and into my waiting mouth. Then he pulled back again. I licked my lips, preparing them for his next entry. When it came I closed my mouth around his hot shaft, sliding my lips halfway to his base and sucking hard. He moaned.
On his next thrust he released my tits completely and shoved himself deeper into my mouth, beginning to truly fuck my face. Both of his hands were on the back of my head, each firmly grabbing one of the braids he'd made earlier. He was pulling me onto himself as much as he was pushing into my mouth. Determined to please him, I did my best to take his onslaught, nearly gagging. His thrusts only became more forceful as he neared his release. I prayed it would come soon, not knowing how much longer I could handle this attack. This aggression came from a side of Adrian I'd never seen before. Where had my sweet boy gone?
Mmmph, mmmpph, mmph. He firmly fucked my mouth three more times, almost shoving himself down my throat before stopping and holding me firmly against him while he shot his hot jizz. Thank God, I thought, rubbing my tongue against the sensitive underside of his dick and doing my best to work my lips on him as he emptied himself.
I closed my lips around him and sucked all the cum out of his rod. His dick twitched wildly as my mouth was flooded with his warm goo. I have to admit, a part of me was thrilled with how he was taking charge and just using his mother's body like that boy in the magazine. As Adrian's young seed continued to fill my mouth I imagined a photographer in the room, snapping photos of us for our own page in that dirty, incest porno.
When he finally withdrew his softening prick, I happily swallowed everything in a single, carnal gulp.
When he released my head at last, I pulled back and took his glistening, flaccid tool in my right hand. This was my job -- my duty -- and I was going to finish it properly. I leaned forward again and, with relish, continued licking and lapping him clean. I loved the little shudders that would shoot through him whenever I sucked his sensitive head back into my mouth.
When he was totally clean and every drop of his semen was in my stomach, he climbed off and lay next to me, taking several minutes to catch his breath.
"It's not right to treat a woman like that, Adrian. Where did you learn to do that?"
"I saw it in the magazine. One of the moms lets her son do it."
"But I'm not one of those magazine moms, sweetie. We can't do everything that we see in there." I wasn't like Dorothy. I couldn't just let him have it all. I knew that proper mothering involved setting boundaries.
"Not everything?"
"No, sweetie. There are limits."
"Like what?"
"Well, I think you know that we can never do this." I gestured to the magazine, still open to the same page with the photos of the son and mother having intercourse in the kitchen.
"You mean we can't make it in the kitchen?" He smiled and bit his lip.
I slapped his shoulder playfully. "We can't make it, at all, mister!"
"But we can do some things, right, Mom?"
I couldn't suppress my smile. I loved it when he pushed. "Yes, some things we can do. You'll find out that a woman can be very rewarding when a man makes her feel wanted."
I kissed his cheek before standing and gathering my things. "Will you braid my hair again tomorrow, Adrian?"
"I can't, Mom. Tomorrow I have a date with Valentina."
I froze. "Really? You... asked her out?"
"Yup. It's like you said. I don't need to be shy around girls. And having a girlfriend brings a lot of benefits."
"That's... that's wonderful, sweetie." I did my best to appear happy for him though my true emotions were far more complex.
I climbed the stairs and sat alone in the living room for a few minutes.
So my boy was going to have his first girlfriend. My initial uneasiness at the idea quickly gave way to pride. He was already becoming so bold, and I was a part of that. My plan was working. I felt titillated at the idea of him taking charge with another woman.
I went to bed and cuddled up to husband, the man with whom I had spent 23 years and to whom, until now, I had always been faithful. Please, I thought, see me now when our marriage needs it the most.
I kissed his cheek and began to trail my fingertips along his arm, then down over his round belly towards his crotch.
"Not tonight, Jill," he mumbled, rolling over.
Oh, Ron, I thought, if only you knew the peril our relationship is in.
---
Two days later, I brought a steaming pot of broccoli into the dining room and scooped a pile out for each of my men. To the occasional chagrin of Rick and Adrian, I made sure that we almost always ate healthy meals in my house, even though I did carry a few extra pounds myself.
I removed my apron, hanging it over the chair back, and sat down to enjoy dinner. Of course, I was dying to hear about how Adrian's date had gone the night before. It had been strange eating with only Ron the previous evening. Adrian had gone out for dinner and a movie with Valentina and hadn't arrived home until late. I was laying in bed when I heard him come in the front door and had to resist the urge to sneak down to his room. Instead, I had told myself to give him his space.
Now, as we ate as a family I couldn't stop myself from probing. "Can you pass the salt, Adrian?" I asked. "And by the way, how was last night?"
"It was alright, Mom." He slid the salt shaker across the table but didn't elaborate further on his answer.
"Did you two have a nice time?"
"I guess," he replied. Again, there was no elaboration. He was probably just being shy because his Dad was here. He would tell me more the next time we were alone.
After dinner, Rick and Adrian went to go sit in the living room while I did the washing. Joining them, I took a seat in my usual spot at the end of the sofa. Ron had the television on tonight and was watching sports and Adrian was sitting next to me reading a book. It was a pleasant surprise to see him studying rather than playing with his game system. I looked beside the television where his mess of cords and controllers usually sat on the carpet.
There was nothing there.
"Where's your video game, Adrian?"
"Oh, my Atari? I sold that thing this afternoon."
"Huh? But you love playing video games."
"Sure, they're fun. But I'm getting a little old for them, don't you think? Besides I needed a bit more cash so I can take Val out again later this week." He shrugged and returned his attention to his textbook.
So they were already going out again? I wanted to question him more, but he was already absorbed in his reading. I looked at Ron, wanting to gauge his reaction to this news, but he remained hypnotized by the television and appeared totally indifferent to the revelation that his son was getting into his first relationship. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it again when nothing came to mind.
I turned back to my gardening magazine, biting absentmindedly at my fingernails, an old habit I thought I'd kicked. A minute later I peered at my son from the corner of my eye. He remained totally focused on his book.
I kicked off my slippers and set my feet on the ottoman, tugging my skirt up a little above my knees. Then I began to to slowly stretch my toes forward and back, showing off my pink nails. From the corner of my eye I monitored Adrian. He didn't even glance at me!
Over the next 20 minutes I continued trying to get his attention. I flicked my hair back over my shoulders, dragged my skirt a little higher, and even spread my blouse apart. When nothing worked, I exhaled, stood up, and marched down the hall to the bedroom.
I took a hot shower, then dressed in my sleeping nightie and wrapped myself in my fuzzy robe before going to the kitchen to make some cookies. There was nothing like baking to put me at ease.
I had most of the ingredients in my mixing bowl when I heard the floor creak behind me. I looked over my shoulder and was surprised to see Adrian leaning on the doorframe. His father was behind him in the living room, still reading in his recliner.
"Need help, Mom?"
"Well isn't this a surprise. Do you know anything about baking?"
"Not really," he approached me as I turned back to my job and continued to mix my cookie batter. "You'll have to teach me." His hands scooped up my hair and gently dragged it over my shoulders.
I glanced backward again, not to look at my son, but to peer through the kitchen door. I could see my husband's legs laying on the footrest of his recliner, the rest of him was obscured by the doorframe and wall separating the rooms. If he sat up he would be able to see us.
Adrian's hands slipped around my sides and untied the belt of my robe, letting it fall apart. Then his fingertips danced lightly across my belly, making circles around my naval as he began to kiss my throat. I inhaled sharply.
"What are you doing, Adrian? You're father is right there," I whispered frantically, turning to face him.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Mom?" He whispered back into my ear, flicking his tongue across it and sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. "Isn't this why you were just showing me your beautiful legs?"
So he had noticed.
I couldn't believe how quickly my body was responding to his touches. "Adrian, this is too dangerous," I weakly protested. In truth, a part of me actually wanted Ron to stand up and see what Adrian was doing to me. At least one man in this house wants me, I thought.
"Dad's not paying any attention, Mom." Adrian turned me around to face the counter, but kept his hands wrapped around me and resting on my tummy. "Now, tell me about baking cookies."
"Well," I began, "first you have to put all the ingredients into a bowl, mixing it slowly as you go." Adrian's hands made small circles on my belly and sides while I stirred the batter. "It's important not to rush, sweetie, so that you make sure the batter is good and ready before you put it in the oven."
I kept mixing and Adrian kept exploring, neither of us rushed as we each performed our tasks. Soon his fingers rose higher and started to nudge the undersides of my boobs. I waited until he became bold enough to try to cup me before I stopped him.
"Remember, sweetie, don't rush. If you go too fast, you might spoil the batch."
He lowered his hands away from their targets.
"Be a dear and pass me that baking sheet."
He did and I began to scoop out small piles of dough onto the parchment paper I'd laid out earlier.
"Your turn, sweetheart," I passed him the spoon. "Not too big, but not too small either. The trick is to know the right balance."
He began to scoop out the dough, making perfect piles on the baking sheet.
"You're a fast learner," I said. "If you do a good job, sometimes you can get a little taste early." I scooped out a bit of dough from the bowl on my finger and, after glancing once more toward the doorway, brought it to his mouth. He sucked it off with a grin.
Then he did the same for me, dipping his finger into the dough before bringing it to my lips. I grabbed his wrist while I sucked his finger clean, making eye contact with him while I slowly dragged my lush lips over his knuckles.
He pressed me up against the counter and casually pulled my robe apart, revealing my body clad only in my silky, form-fitting slip. The obvious evidence of my arousal poked against the thin material. His hand slid around my side to my low back. He let his fingers drift down over the swell of my butt before firmly pulling me against him. "Is it time to the put it in the oven?" His face came close to mine.
I loved the way he was handling me. Walk in here now, Ron, I thought. Come see the man your son is becoming. "Not quite yet, sweetie. You need to finish letting the oven heat up first. And that's not something that you can rush. Remember--" I paused and licked my lips, "--timing is important."
"Maybe we should just turn up the heat." His right hand began to toy with the neckline of my slip.
I chuckled. "Careful... if you set the temperature too high, the cookies might get burned."
"Let's take the risk," he said, dipping his fingers under the hem of my top and over my fleshy mounds.
I put on the brakes, gently tugging his hands away from me and clasping them between us. "Not so fast, mister. I still want to hear more about your date."
"I already told you about it during dinner."
"No way. You're not getting off that easily. Tell me more."
"Well... first we went for dinner."
"Yeah, and did you pull out her chair, Adrian? You paid the bill, right?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Good. So respectful." I glanced once again at Ron's legs on his foot rest. They hadn't moved. Keeping my voice to a whisper, I said, "and after? Did you see a movie?"
"Yes, we saw Jaws 2."
"Such a violent movie," I scolded him playfully. "Did you hold her hand?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah, Mom. She grabbed my hand at a scary part. Then I held it for the rest of the movie."
"Good boy," I arched my back, letting myself bulge out of my top. I liked hearing about my son being a proper gentleman with a lady. "And afterwards, did you drive her home?"
"Eventually." He brought his right hand back to my chest, twirling a small circle around my nipple.
"What do you mean, Adrian?"
"Well, before I dropped her off we parked for a while at the old baseball field."
"What? You parked the car on your first date? Oh, sweetie, what did you do?"
He just shrugged a grinned, flicking his fingertip across my nub.
Why was he being such a nuisance? I knew what kinds of things happened in that parking lot after dark. Could him and Valentina have moved that fast? "Adrian," I whispered fervently, grabbing both of his hands again. "Tell me."
"Don't worry, Mom, we just--"
We were startled by a sudden noise from the other room as Ron loudly closed the footrest of his recliner. Adrian jumped back a step while I spun and tied my robe.
Ron came into the kitchen and opened the fridge for a beer, seeing his wife casually put a sheet of cookies into the oven while his son kept her company. "Mmm," he said, "I'll be having a couple of those later on." He made his way back to the television.
When we were once again alone I looked back at Adrian. "Tell me," I mouthed.
"Come to my room tonight and I will," he whispered.
"I don't know," I whispered back, glancing back at my husband as he plopped himself back down. I bit my lip. "Your father might start to wonder what we're doing."
"Then wait until he falls asleep." He walked out of the kitchen, going directly into the basement.
---
A few hours later I lay awake listening to Ron who had just begun to snore beside me.
Something had obviously changed with Adrian. I couldn't believe that he'd given up his game system so quickly after just one date with that girl. What had that young lady done with him? What had the two of them done together? The thought had me both biting my nails and sliding a hand between my legs as I lay in the dark, picturing the two of them alone in a car.
As quietly as I could, I stood up and sneaked out into the hallway. Wearing only my black, silk nightie, I tiptoed through the dark house and down into the basement. Once inside Adrian's dark bedroom I closed the door behind me and felt my way through the darkness until I bumped into his bed.
"Mom?" He mumbled, sounding groggy.
I flicked on his small lamp. "Shh, sweetie."
I waited until he had woken up fully and had given me his full attention before bunching my nightie up in my fists and dragging it over my head. I dropped it on the floor beside me and bit my lip.
I felt flirty and slid my hands up my belly, playfully hefting my breasts as he became mesmerized. I teased my nipples with my thumbs and smiled girlishly.
"Get in here, Mom," he said, lifting his covers to make room for me.
I happily slid in next to him and cuddled up, pressing my skin against his own bare chest as we intertwined our legs. I was pleased to feel his hardness press against me.
"Do you want to look at the magazine, Mom?"
I guess he thought he needed to get me worked up again. The poor kid didn't realize how horny I already was. "No, sweetie. Not tonight. What I want is for you to tell me what you did last night." I trailed my fingers down his stomach.
"Like I said, we parked the car for a while and talked. She's really open-minded. Then I dropped her off and came home." He kissed my throat a few times, wrapping his hand around my side as we cuddled.
"Don't play, sweetie. Mmmm," I moaned softly as he worked his mouth on me. "I'm serious. I know there's more to the story. Did you two... have sex?" I wanted the truth.
"No, Mom. We just kissed for a while. Then she started to touch me."
"Touch you? She gave you a handjob?" My fingers slid low enough to dance across his cock, still hidden inside his underwear.
"Yeah. She opened up my jeans and started to rub me. But then, she started doing... what you did." He gyrated his hips a little against my hand.
"She used her mouth? She gave you oral sex?" I wasn't sure what to think of that.
"Yes, Mother."
Two emotions shot through me. Jealousy came first. I had loved that he'd been a gentleman and held her hand during the movie. I even liked that he'd kissed her. But a blowjob? Already? I hadn't been prepared for that. However, my jealousy faded quickly as I squeezed his cock a little harder, now sliding my hand up and down his length. Pride came next. My young stud had gotten sucked off by a cute, young slut. I pictured her trying to get her small mouth over his manhood and felt my pussy gush.
Sensing the state his words had put me in, Adrian slid away from me so that he could roll me towards him and onto my stomach. He began to rub and scratch my upper back. Soon he was planting little kisses on my shoulder blades. It felt exquisite.
He lay down on top of me, nestling his penis against my ass. It fit wonderfully between my buns and I squeezed them together a few times, half to enjoy the texture of his shaft and half knowing that it would feel good for him.
He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, "that's right, Mom, she sucked my cock and made me cum in her mouth, just like you did."
I moaned and lifted my hips up to grind against him. God, his words were lighting a fire in me.
Adrian had slid lower, making his way to my low back and was now raining kisses along my lumbar spine, dangerously close to my rump. Tingles shot down my legs.
Then he moved lower still, now kissing and pressing his face directly into my butt. Two strong hands massaged my cheeks.
I spread my legs wide for him as his mouth arrived at my soaked gusset. Just a thin piece of material divided my son's mouth from my holes. I was in dangerous territory. Should I stop this? Could I?
His hands crawled up my hamstrings, digging underneath the back triangle of my underwear to grip my bare cheeks. His palms spun upward and he hooked my waistband, tugging on my underwear, but unable to pull them very far with my hips still pressed against the bed.
"She even swallowed my cum, Mom. All of it." His spoke directly into my pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through my body. "Just like you did."
"Ooohhhhh," I cooed. My hips rose an inch off the bed.
My panties began to creep down my haunches, off of my butt and down my legs. Adrian was in no hurry as he savored this precious moment. He really took his time, appreciating every inch of skin as, first my ass, then my muff was revealed.
It had been so long since I had felt so admired and valued. I wanted to show my son everything, just like Dorothy had for her own boy. As my panties passed my knees and were pulled off my feet, I tucked my knees forward beneath my hips. I raised my rump up high, keeping my face pressed into his pillows.
His mouth returned at once, not to my pussy, but to my anus. Within seconds he was lapping hungrily at my asshole. Preferences must run in the family, because Ron used to do this for me, too. It had been one of his favorites -- and mine. Adrian's father had even fucked me anally a few times, during the good years. I had always loved it.
While he ate me, his fingers easily slipped inside my soaking slit. I could only moan and whimper my appreciation as he worked both of my holes. I had wanted this for so long and, despite his obvious inexperience and awkward movements, my orgasm built rapidly. I spread my legs wider.
He slid his mouth lower, licking through my wet labia and shoving his big tongue deep into my vagina. His tongue was magical, feeling like an enormous slug sliding in and out of me. He kept playing with my backdoor while eating me out and I felt a finger pop beyond my ring. I pushed back toward him.
When his other hand joined his mouth and pressed on my clit, my climax exploded through my body as my son licked out my insides.
Adrian clearly loved my taste and continued hungrily lapping at me as I gushed onto his face. Ron had never eaten me with such gusto -- not even once.
Finally showing me mercy, he pulled away, leaving me panting as I slowly came back to Earth. But he wasn't finished with me and a moment later I felt him position his legs between mine and spread my knees apart.
His rigid shaft bounced between my thighs once or twice before he was able to grip it and line it up with my pussy. In my daze, I barely registered what was happening before his head was stretching me open and sliding inside.
For a second, I was Dorothy, in that hotel room with my bikini untied, on my knees while my boy entered me.
No, I was his mother! This was too far!
I lurched forward, feeling him pop out of me, leaving me empty -- so empty.
"Mom," he gasped, desperation in his voice.
"I'm sorry, sweetie..."
"I need it, Mom. I'm ready." He pressed forward again, his helmet contacting my lips. "You've made me ready."
My conscience was too strong. "Adrian, we can't do that." Who was I kidding? I wanted to fuck as much as he did. "At least not in that hole."
I reached between my legs to grasp his shaft and move it upward a couple inches before backing up again to press my asshole against his head.
He understood immediately, bless him, and grasped his cock at the base, his fingers momentarily interlocking with mine while I pulled them away to grip his bed sheets. He pressed forward, but couldn't get it inside.
"Spit on it, sweetheart. Spit on my ass."
He did, frantically bringing his mouth back to me and liberally drooling into my crack. When his spit ran down over my anus he rubbed it around in a circle, pushing his finger a little inside. Then he spit on me again, directly onto my hole, before lining himself up for a second attempt at entry.
There was some initial pressure before he popped inside.
I inhaled sharply while adjusting to him and, to his credit, he waited for me to be ready before pushing deeper.
Between my little backward nudges and his forward pressure, we reached union together and became fully joined. Neither of us moved as we each took in the moment, fully realizing what we'd done and the line we'd crossed together.
He slid back, then forward again. I moaned long and deep.
His movements were natural as he fell into his first fuck. In the beginning I focused on making it as pleasurable as possible for him -- cooing or grunting lightly and squeezing him whenever he was down deep. But soon I lost myself, as well, closing my eyes and surrendering to my body's needs. Being filled and stretched by Adrian felt exquisite.
Now free to express ourselves properly as lovers, we became wild. We'd both held a dam of passion that now washed over us like a tidal wave.
He came hard, falling onto my back and reaching around me to latch onto my breasts. Grunting his love and passions into my ear, he spasmed inside me, his body pumping out his seed into my soft, warm anus.
Ten minutes passed before either of us attempted movement. Slowly we extricated ourselves from the tangle of limbs and flesh we'd become.
I delicately stood, still only capable of slow, deliberate steps, and gathered what little clothing I'd been wearing.
Before leaving I sat on his bedside. I leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Thank you for making your mother a happy woman, Adrian."
A few minutes later, I crept back into bed beside the man I'd married. I watched him sleep, listening to his soft snoring. I'm just like you now, Ron, I thought to him. I've gone to another. And I can't wait to do it again.
---
On Thursday evening Adrian announced during dinner that he'd be going out with Valentina again that evening. They had made plans to go bowling as their second date.
"Atta' boy," Ron said, between bites. "Go ahead and take my car, son, and have a good time." He winked at his son.
I bit my nails throughout the rest of the meal.
As usual, Ron and I sat up together in the living room after Adrian had left. Now that the television had been freed up, Ron had begun to make a habit of watching sports after dinner. Tonight he put the baseball game on and perused the paper with a beer while I flipped through a magazine.
The phone rang and I stood, making my way to the kitchen to answer it.
"Oh, I'll get it, dear," Ron spoke up as if he'd been expecting a call, lumbering out of his reclined position.
"Nonsense, honey," I said, already half-way to the kitchen. "You relax."
Ron continued watching me from the edge of his seat as I answered the phone.
"Hello, Jillian speaking," I said into the receiver.
"Oh, hi, Jillian, this is Vicky calling. May I speak with Ron, please?"
The cheerful tone of Ron's secretary was like nails on a chalkboard. Smiling, I responded, "why certainly, just a moment, Victoria." I covered the mouthpiece with my hand and, leaning on the kitchen doorframe, called to Ron, "it's for you, honey."
"Okay, dear, I'll take it in the bedroom." Ron stood quickly and disappeared down the hallway.
When I heard his voice over the line I hung up and started back toward the den before stopping again. Don't do it, Jillian, I told myself. But morbid curiosity got the better of me. I wanted confirmation of what I already suspected. A moment later I was back in the kitchen with my hand on the phone.
I lifted the receiver from the hook, keeping my finger on the latch to prevent it from rising and activating the earpiece. After holding the speaker to my ear with my hand covering the mouthpiece, I waited for a few more seconds before slowly raising the latch. The call kicked in and Ron's voice emerged from the earpiece. Victoria was still giggling at some joke he'd made. They weren't speaking about work, that was for sure.
Without making a noise, I forced myself to listen to the two of them speaking for three full minutes.
When I'd heard enough incriminating words I gently lowered my finger again, dragging the latch downward until the voices cut off. I prayed that there hadn't been a click for the two of them to hear. I hung the phone back on the still-depressed hook before finally removing my finger.
Walking backwards, I bumped into the counter. It was true. Ron's betrayal was complete. He'd replaced me with that young woman, half my age. Suspecting had been one thing, but knowing was like taking a bullet to the chest.
I couldn't return to the den after that and stayed in the kitchen. By the time Ron returned to his chair a quarter of an hour later, seemingly oblivious of how sloppy his attempt at secrecy was, I had begun baking another batch of cookies. After getting them in the oven I started on muffins. I remained in the kitchen until Ron had gone to bed. After flicking off all the lights, I sat on the sofa, folded my hands in my lap, and waited.
An hour later I heard the car pull into the driveway.
Adrian walked in the front door, took off his shoes, and made his way across the dining room toward the basement door. I spoke gently in the darkness, "Come here, sweetheart."
He froze. "Mom?"
I stood, my silhouette visible against the curtains behind me in the dim moonlight. "Come to me, Adrian."
He crossed the distance in the darkness and I met him, hugging him tightly.
"Sit down, sweetie."
"Shouldn't we... go downstairs?"
"No, tonight we're going to stay right here."
He made for the sofa, his usual spot.
"Not the sofa," I said. "Sit there." I pointed at Ron's recliner.
He hesitated, then obeyed.
In the dim light I sunk to my knees in front of him, running my hands sensually up and down his thighs. Adrian hardened quickly for me, tenting his jeans and unknowingly giving me a compliment that I desperately needed. I took his wrists and moved his hands to the armrests. He quickly understood that he was to keep them there. Then I opened up the button on his jeans before unzipping him and dragging his pants down to his knees. Now only contained in his loose briefs, Adrian's manhood sprang upward.
In no hurry, I leaned back and opened the top button of my blouse. Then the next, followed by the one after it.
Adrian remained motionless in his father's chair, taking slow, deep breaths while watching me disrobe.
I undid the last button and began sliding my arms out of my sleeves before speaking again, my voice utterly calm. "Did the two of you park the car again tonight?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Mhmm."
My blouse now off, I carefully folded and hung it over the arm of the sofa beside us. Then, unrushed, I reached behind my back and, in a practiced motion, unclipped my bra. I let it slip forward off of my arms and set it on top of my blouse before sliding back to my knees in front of Adrian. I gathered my hair in my hands and used the band on my wrist to tie it all into a messy bun on the top of my head, letting a few, loose strands hang free beside my face.
At last, I hooked my fingers into his underwear and freed his young cock, still stiff and throbbing with anticipation. I made a show of licking my lips while wrapping my small fingers around his girth. Looking directly into his eyes, I laid my head sideways in his lap and let my tongue slip out of my mouth to rest against his base. Torturously slow, I dragged my wet slug all the way to his tip.
Adrian shuddered and moaned as I pressed hard against the underside of his head and dug the tip of my tongue down into his slit.
I returned to the base to lick my way along his length two or three more times before opening my mouth wide to suck him down deep.
Adrian's penis tasted different tonight. I had noticed it immediately. The faint flavor of lip gloss on my son's member had only spurred me on to suck him with more enthusiasm. That young lady had gotten his first load, but I would get his second. My mouth would be the one Adrian was thinking about when he went to bed tonight. I would make sure of it. Deep into my throat he slid -- far deeper than she could have possibly taken him. I gagged, pulling back and drooling a copious string of spit onto his cock before diving back in for more.
As I fell into a rhythm Adrian moaned and let his head fall backward against his father's headrest. I knew my husband was liable to walk out at any moment and see me betraying him -- paying him back for assuming I was a fool. But I was beyond caring. Let him catch me, I thought. Let him see me sucking our son. I wasn't ashamed to be servicing a man who desired me.
I lifted off of him, hefting my boobs up and setting them on his hips. I wrapped them around his slippery manhood and slid them up and down his length, reminding him of what he would only ever get at home, from me. This drove him wild and he began to buck his hips up and down along with me.
My mouth covered his head once more while I continued to jack him with my meat. He didn't last much longer and, seconds later, was firing his semen at the roof of my mouth. I gulped it down, then sat back on my haunches before gingerly wiping a little spill from the corner of my mouth and sucking it off of my finger. I then stood and replaced my blouse, taking my time to button it up.
"Off to bed."
"Mom, I--" he began.
"To bed, Adrian," I cut him off. "Go."
My stern tone precluded the possibility of further protest and he stood, pulling his jeans up but not bothering to fasten them before walking toward the basement.
"Adrian," I stopped him before he reached the stairs. "I'd like to meet your girlfriend. Invite her for dinner next week."
"Sure, Mom." He was gone.
I sat alone on the sofa late into the night, quiet tears running down my cheeks, and began the painful process of acceptance. I wouldn't live in denial any longer. Maybe it wouldn't happen right now, maybe not for some time, but my marriage was over.
---
My son acted hesitant around me for the next four days. I didn't blame him. It had been years since I'd taken such a strict tone with him. I suspect that he wanted to offer to braid my hair on Saturday night but that he'd chosen to hold his tongue instead, not knowing where he stood with me.
I'd only spent a few minutes with the men in the living room that night before excusing myself to take a bath and go to bed early. Having been moody from processing the breakdown of my marriage, I'd been looking forward to Dorothy's session. I was, of course, hoping that she would share more with me about her journey, especially now that I'd begun my own. When she'd cancelled her appointment at the last minute, I'd been both disappointed and worried. She'd never missed a session before. Had something happened in her dalliance with Scott?
Now it was Monday evening. During dinner Adrian had announced that he and Valentina would be going out again that night.
I was in the kitchen doing the washing up when I heard Adrian's footsteps behind me. Given that Ron's car was in the shop, there was only one thing my predictable boy could be looking for.
He leaned around me and kissed my cheek.
"Let me guess," I spoke first. "You're looking to borrow my car?"
"Am I that obvious?"
"Did you do what I asked?"
"Huh?"
"Did you invite your girlfriend for dinner?"
"Not yet. I was going to ask her tonight, assuming it goes well."
"Do you promise that you'll ask her?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Then, yes, you may take my car. But only if you come grocery shopping with me first. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Go get ready for tonight. After we shop you can go straight to pick up Valentina."
"Okay, Mom." He went downstairs to shower and change.
When he came back upstairs a quarter of an hour later we left for the store. I drove. We didn't speak much on the way to the store or while shopping. Adrian simply followed me through the aisles, pushing our shopping cart and admiring me while I waltzed in front of him. He didn't rush me when I took my time comparing different brands or fussing over which vegetables looked the ripest. I was in a great mood. Having the company of my boy while I shopped was a rare occurrence.
In truth, I had been feeling good all day after finally being able to shake off the initial pain of listening to Ron's phone call with Victoria. I had processed my recent revelation in a surprisingly short time and a sense of peace and relief had come over me. I had spent so many years forcing myself to think positively, to pretend that there was still a future for Ron and I. But now I knew that there simply was not, and this freed me to think about a new future for myself -- a happy future, in which I was free to live how I pleased.
The cashier was busy scanning and bagging our items while I happily daydreamed and glanced around at the magazines and knickknacks that they keep at the check out. When my eyes landed on a tube of chap stick a devilish idea struck me. I grabbed it and added it to our items while Adrian was putting the cart away.
My helpful son carried our two shopping bags to the car for me, setting them in the back seat. When he shut the door I was still standing beside him, the car keys in my outstretched hand. "You drive, sweetie. That way you can just drop me off and leave for your date."
He shrugged. "Sure, Mom."
Adrian was a safe and slow driver. I liked being chauffeured by him. The drive was only a few minutes, but that was enough for me to finish creating my plan. Adrian had mentioned that he and Valentina had talked and that she was open minded. What had he meant by that? I wanted to find out how open she really was.
As we pulled into our driveway I looked through the front window into the den. Ron had the light on and was sitting in his chair watching television. Perfect, I thought. You just stay right there, dear.
"Pull the car into the garage, sweetie."
"Why? I thought I was just dropping you off. I can still take the car, right?"
I gave him a look. "The garage, Adrian."
Confused, he did as he was told.
"Shut off the engine."
"Mom, I'm already late."
"No more arguments, Adrian. Turn it off."
He did.
When the engine was shut down I unfastened my seatbelt, giving myself room to spin sideways in the passenger seat. I reached past him, letting him have a face full of tit as I pressed the button on the garage door remote that I kept clipped to the left side of the visor.
The garage was filled with the loud rackety sound of the motor as the door was lowered behind us.
I made a show of opening the cherry flavored chap stick package and applying it liberally to my lips before turning back to him and resting my hand on his crotch. I smiled playfully, letting my eyes twinkle. "Open your pants, Adrian." I gave his stiffening member a little squeeze.
He still didn't know what to make of this new, free side of me. "Mom? Are you sure?"
"Unless, of course, you don't want to." I shrugged and leaned back in my seat, resting a hand on the door handle. "You are late for your date, after all."
"No, no!" He scrambled to unbutton his jeans. "Val can wait a bit longer."
I smiled and brought my mouth close to his face. "Good boy." I kissed his cheek and flicked my tongue across his ear as I brought my hand back to his crotch and fished his dick through the fly of his boxer shorts. "I just wanted to send you off with a little gift. Is that okay?" I started to jack his now fully stiff dick.
He gasped. "Yes, Mother!"
I giggled at his enthusiasm and slid my knees down to the floor of the car, engulfing his cock. I knew that this wasn't a time to dally. Ron often stepped out into the garage to grab some tool or another and I didn't want tonight to be ruined.
Right from the beginning I gave Adrian the full treatment, sucking him down deep and swirling my tongue around his head then firmly masturbating him with my right hand when I lifted off to breathe.
Within two minutes Adrian had spermed my mouth. He grunted hard and deep when it happened and I clamped my lips shut half way down his shaft, remaining still while he unloaded before sucking my cheeks in and sliding off of him. His body shuddered as I dragged my cherry lips over his sensitive glans. Of course, I was careful not to spill a drop. I swallowed twice to get all of it down then carefully fixed Adrian's shorts and jeans, even zipping up his fly and buttoning him. I gave him another face full of breast meat as I reached past him one more time to press the garage door button.
Perplexed, he simply watched me, keeping his hands at his sides as the room once again filled with the loud motor sound.
Exiting the car, I grabbed the bags from the backseat then leaned back down to the open passenger window. "Oh, and, sweetie, make sure you and Valentina park at the baseball field again tonight. Keep the car out as late as you'd like." I winked.
---
It was Thursday evening. Valentina was scheduled to arrive soon and I had been cooking for the better part of the afternoon to prepare a meal for the four of us. Needless to say, I was more than ready to finally meet this young lady.
Adrian had, indeed, kept the car out late on Tuesday. I had still been awake when I'd heard him pull back into the garage at nearly midnight. The next morning he'd proudly proclaimed during breakfast that his girlfriend would, indeed, be joining us for dinner.
"Does that mean that last night went well?" I'd asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I suppose so," he'd said, shrugging. He was back to being elusive already, the brat.
It was six o'clock when I heard a car arrive. Glancing out the front window I saw an orange Ford Pinto parked at the end of our driveway with a slender blonde stepping out of it.
"Adrian," I called, motioning to the front door when he came around the corner.
Peaking from inside the kitchen, I watched him open the door for her and greet her with kiss before leading her inside with a hand on her low back. Slipping back inside the kitchen, I felt proud of him for already having the confidence to smooch a girl with his folks around.
I emerged from the kitchen, removing two oven mitts and wearing a yellow apron over my blue house dress. "Valentina," I greeted her with the biggest smile that could fit on my face, "I'm so glad you could come." We shared a quick hug and I stepped back to admire her.
Valentina was hard to look away from. She wore her blonde hair long and straight with her bangs cut just above eye level. Modest with her makeup, she hadn't used much other than a touch of mascara. With a slightly crooked smile and big lips she had an overall adorable look.
"Jillian," she said to me, beaming. "I've been so excited to meet you!" Warmth was simply pouring out of her. It was obvious why Adrian liked her -- anyone would enjoy being around this girl.
"The feeling has been mutual."
She bit her lip as her eyes moved down and up my body. Nope, she was definitely not a shy girl.
Go ahead and look, I thought, cocking a hip to the side. See what Adrian comes home to.
Ron lumbered out of the den, remaining proper by greeting our guest with a light handshake and nod. "Name's Ron, Adrian's father. We're happy to have you."
"Let's sit down," I suggested. "Dinner is almost ready."
When Valentina turned toward the table Ron gave her a brief up-and-down glance before looking at Adrian and giving him a single, firm nod of approval.
I rolled my eyes, embarrassed enough for both of us. At least he hadn't done it when she could see.
We started with drinks and a few hors d'oeuvres that I had set out while the roast sat in the oven. We did away with small talk rather quickly when a conversation about Valentina's studies in sociology led to her questioning me about my own practice.
"With all of your knowledge, have you ever thought about lecturing?" She asked earnestly. Flattering came easily to her.
"Oh, heavens, no. I'm not one for public speaking."
By the time I needed to retreat to the kitchen to take out the roast, I was completely won over. Valentina was an absolute delight, well-mannered and charming.
Throughout the meal our conversation traveled through a variety of topics from various treatment approaches I've taken with clients and the psychology of personality disorders to how social structures impact one's self-identity and the role of institutions in shaping human behavior. Ron and Adrian mostly listened while us ladies chatted away. I was pleasantly surprised by the intellectual stimulation that Valentina could provide. Talking with her brought me back to my college days when I was much fresher and was able to consume more academic literature.
After we had eaten, I gathered up the dishes and brought them to the kitchen.
"Oh, Jillian, please let me help you," our guest said, following me.
"Nonsense, go relax with the boys in the den, I'll be out in a minute."
"I insist," she replied, grabbing a tea towel to begin drying the plate I'd just set in the rack. "Can I take a wild guess and say that you don't normally get much help in here?"
I chuckled. "You are a smart girl."
"It's the same in my house. I don't think my father or brother would ever set foot in the kitchen unless they were looking for a beer."
"It's good to know that my men aren't the only ones," I said, still laughing.
An awkward feeling passed between us at the mention of Adrian. Was he really still one of my men?
"He's such a special boy. You did an incredible job raising him," she offered after a moment of silence. "From what he's told me, you taught him to be very open minded." She looked at me quizzically. "He says that the two of you are close."
I wondered how much exactly he'd said. "A mother and her boy share a special bond. We always have. And we always will."
"If I may, I'd like to ask you a question. Him and I were out the other night, and I have to say that something gave me the feeling that you are a woman who takes especially good care of your son. Am I right?"
I held her eyes and kept my voice level. "So you noticed."
"Mhmm," she licked her lips slowly and suggestively.
"I noticed something similar when he came home from your bowling date. You're also a woman who likes to take care of the men she chooses. And I have to say, Valentina, you have good taste. In more ways than one."
"I hope you don't feel like I'm taking him away from you." Her gaze fell.
"Not at all, Valentina. I think Adrian can handle two women in his life."
"I think that's becoming obvious." She smiled, even giggling a bit. "Jillian, do you give him everything he needs?"
"Not everything. I only give him what I can. I'm still his mother, after all."
"He wants more, you know."
"I know." We exchanged a look. "That's where you come in, sweetheart. If you're ready for that step."
"I'm ready. But, are you sure?" Valentina looked concerned. "I don't want to come between you two."
"I'm sure. I'll speak with him, Valentina."
There was little more talking as we finished up the dishes. Then Valentina joined the men in the living room, sitting close to Adrian on the sofa, while I prepared a tray of coffees for the four of us. After bringing out and serving our drinks, I took a seat in the rarely-used rocking chair in the corner.
As we continued to socialize, now avoiding the academic topics from earlier in order to include the men a little more, I noticed how much Valentina was touching Adrian. It started with innocently rubbing his shoulder but soon became scratching the back of his neck and then playing with his hair. There were a few times when I caught her staring right at me, subtly smiling as she twirled his messy locks in her fingers. Given the conversation we'd just had, I was sure she wasn't trying to make me jealous. Despite acknowledging that we were sharing a man, there was no sense of competition between the two of us.
I caught her eye once more and she licked her lips seductively, not unlike the way she'd done it in the kitchen. She was flirting with me! If she was trying to get me aroused, her plan was working. I loved that my boy had reeled in such a sexy girl and I started to feel hot watching them together. I felt myself getting a little wet when I imagined her taking him into her mouth, then him bending her over and entering her from behind.
Who was I kidding? This girl had started turning me on the moment I saw her walk in the front door and now I was downright horny. How could I get myself into Adrian's bedroom again tonight?
When it was time for her to leave, Adrian walked her out to her car. I moved over to the sofa to peer over the back and out the front window at the two of them.
"Just leave them alone, Jill," Ron sighed. "They deserve some privacy."
"Oh, shush," I waved my hand at him as I pushed the curtains aside with a single finger, hoping to appear inconspicuous in case one of them looked back at the house.
To my delight, I got to see him kiss her once more after leading her to the car. I was so proud of the self-assured man he was becoming and the roll I'd played in his transformation.
"I think the boy's done well," Ron stated. "I didn't think he had it in him, to be honest. Something has changed with him recently."
"Yes, I've seen it, too." I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"You know, Jill. Dinner was delicious and you looked wonderful tonight."
I was shocked. How long had it been since I'd gotten a compliment like that from my husband? He was in a good mood and something had obviously made him feel inspired.
When Adrian returned and was still standing in the dining room Ron stood and approached me. Gently rubbing my shoulders. "I think I'll go to bed a little early tonight, dear. Would you like to join me?"
I wondered if Ron had any idea how transparent he was being. He spent all this time ignoring me, only to finally make a move the same night that we host a girl who happens to look just like his secretary.
"Not yet. I'm a little stiff from all this cooking today," I said. "I think I'll have Adrian rub my back and braid my hair."
"Sure, Mom!" He called out from the other room, a bit too enthusiastically.
Tone it down, I thought.
Ron looked back and forth between us, wrinkling his brow. "He's going to braid your hair? Again?"
"Yes, dear. It helps me relax," I said, flipping my hair out behind me.
Ron looked between the two of us once more. "Okay, then," he shrugged, not bothering to hide his skepticism nor displeasure, and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
I shut off the main floor lights and followed Adrian into the basement. Our hands found each other's as we descended the steps -- our fingers intertwining. As always, we closed his bedroom door behind us.
We were immediately at each other. He pressed me against his bedroom wall, burying his face into my bosom and hugging me tightly to me.
My hands found the back of his head, squeezing him into my tits. "Oh, Adrian, she's wonderful."
"I know, Mom," he pulled back to breathe, his hands sliding down my back to firmly grip my ass.
"She's gorgeous, sweetie," I breathed.
"I know." His big hands slid under my butt to cup it and lift me into the air. He carried me the short distance to his bed and lay me down, then rolled me over to begin tearing at the laces on the back of my dress.
"She's sexy, Adrian. I loved watching you with her."
"I know, Mom," he said, finishing with my ties and yanking the dress off my shoulders. "Now get this damn dress off."
I sat up to help him push it down to my waist, then wiggled my hips to help him get it down to my feet. I lay on my back, now wearing only my wet panties.
He tore his short off and pushed his jeans to the floor before climbing on top of me, practically mauling my tits. Valentina's affect had clearly hit both of us.
Neither of us wanted to take it slow tonight and when he began tugging on my panties I lifted my hips to let him slide them off. He pushed my knees back toward my tits, bringing my ass up into the air, then slid one of his pillows under me to hold me in that almost upside-down position, my legs and pussy spread wide for him.
He dove in, grabbing each of my hips and burying his face in my muff. He was pushing his tongue so far into my vagina that I almost felt like I was being fucked. He ate me until I came, squirting a little on his face and soaking myself. My juice ran over my asshole and down my crack.
Next, Adrian moved lower, dripping on a large dollop of spit onto my pucker before working it around in little circle with his middle digit. He easily slid it into me, then added more spit and started working my hole with his finger.
"I'm ready, Adrian. Just do it!" I knew he would go for my ass again, respecting the boundaries I had expressed. But, and he'll never know this, that night I would have let him have my pussy if he'd tried.
He sat back, pushing his underwear to his ankles and eagerly freeing his stick. Then stood up high on his knees and pressed it against my anus. He pushed, popping inside quickly, and entering me more easily than he had the first time.
He showed me no mercy that night, nor did I requested any.
He put most of his weight on the backs of my knees, pushing them almost to my shoulders and straightening his body like an angled board above me. He then began thrusting long and deep into my anal canal.
"Yes, sweetie," I encouraged him. "Fuck my ass. Fuck Mommy's ass." I loved the sensations of being almost empty, my ring still stretched and stimulated, followed by the lovely feeling of being stuffed full once again.
Over and over he delivered this pure pleasure into me, pumping it into my backdoor while it spread throughout my body.
In the beginning I held my head up, looking at our connection, watching him pound me. But when I could no longer manage it I let my head fall back, closing my eyes.
When he came I felt his cock pulsing inside of me, almost like it would grow a size bigger before each shot fired into my rectum.
He didn't stay buried me and, instead, immediately collapsed to my right. We lay, panting, until we caught our breath.
"Adrian, Valentina is ready for you."
"What do you mean?"
"She's ready to give you everything. Even what I can't."
"Huh? How do you know that?"
"That girl wants you to fuck her, Adrian. Believe me. Tell her to come over on Saturday. Your father and I will both be working. You two will have the house to yourselves. But you have to promise to tell me every detail afterwards." I stared daggers at him, making sure he knew that there would be no evading my questions this time.
He nodded. "I promise."
I stood, replacing my panties to absorb the mess that was leaking out of my ass, and slid my dress back on. Turning around, I asked Adrian to tie me back up again.
On Saturday my boy would become a man. Valentina could offer him the one thing that I could not. I'd given him everything else, but I knew it wasn't enough -- he needed more. And that was where my job ended and Valentina's began.
I stumbled up the stairs and delicately crept into the master bathroom to wash up and change into a nightie, then got into bed with my husband.
"Your hair's not braided, Jill," Ron mumbled in the semi-darkness. He rolled over and didn't speak again.
---
Leaving the house that Saturday morning had felt strange, knowing what would be taking place under our roof. It wasn't that I was having seconds thoughts about encouraging it, but that a part of me regretted that I wouldn't be there for it, especially after personally coming so far with him. I was just happy that I had been a part of ushering in this next, very important chapter in Adrian's life.
Before leaving the house I'd spoken with my son. "She's coming today, right?" I'd whispered to him when Ron was in the other room.
"Yes, Mother. In the afternoon."
"Good. Enjoy yourself, sweetie. Don't hold back."
"Mom," he'd begun, glancing around the corner at his father, "I would rather it be with you." He'd wrapped his arm around my low back.
"I know, but it's better this way."
"At least, if you were here, you could be part of it... somehow."
"How could we do that, Adrian? This is your private time with Valentina," I'd replied immediately, even though I'd sympathized greatly with his meaning. Being a part of it? Of course that was impossible, but that comment had stuck with me all morning while I tried to focus on work.
---
Dorothy was a few minutes late to our session that afternoon and she arrived looking rather disheveled with slight bags under her eyes. She didn't appear to have been sleeping well.
"Dorothy, how have you been?" I greeted her with a hug.
She smiled broadly at me. "I've never been better, Jill."
"That's great to hear. Tell me how how your week went." I liked to begin sessions with broad openers.
"I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him forever. And I was right. I've been going to him nightly, Jill, sneaking into his bedroom after Bert falls asleep. He fucks me just right, scratching that itch I've had my whole life."
"Scott does?"
"Yes, Jill. He wore me down. His constant flirting and touching got to me. One night, after tossing and turning for three hours, I asked myself why I was resisting so fiercely. Bert doesn't want me. Scott does. Why was I making it complicated? I snuck into his room right then and there, Jill. It was his need. Knowing that he needed me is what broke me. I wanted to give myself to him."
I listened attentively, hiding my surprise.
"And now my own need burns," she continued. "In the afternoons he waits until his father is out back, then shoves his beautiful cock into my mouth. I suck him for as long as it takes, loving every second of it, until he cums down my throat. I've lost count how many of his loads I've swallowed now." She smiled into the distance. "Then at night, he fucks me. Usually from behind, like our first time, but sometimes from above me. I wrap my legs around him and he drives himself straight into my little hole, punishing me for denying him for so long, for denying us. But I'm not denying it anymore, Jill. I found what I've been looking for and I fucking love it. I belong to him now, Jill. He'll be inside me again soon." She was breathing heavily, digging her fingernails into the upholstery of the sofa by the time she finished talking. Her eyes were wide open, almost making her appear possessed. But not by anything demonic. No, she appeared possessed by lust, by the spirit of incest, as if a powerful force had found its way into her home -- into her. And after fighting it for as long as she could, she gave in, and was glad that she did.
As Dorothy began to speak again, regaling me with nasty tales of her and Scott coupling in nearly every room of their house, nothing but images of Adrian with Valentina swam through my mind. Did he have her down in his room? Or would they do it upstairs in the family room?
I had done so much work, igniting this new confidence in him. Why shouldn't I be part of the pay off? Why should she alone introduce him to manhood?
Like before, listening to Dorothy's stories had me excited. The next thing I knew I was standing and going to her, sitting next to her on the sofa. I needed to be close to her while I heard this. Our hands found each other's and our faces came close together.
"Dorothy... is it really that wonderful? Doesn't it feel wrong?"
"Yes and no. It feels wrong, but in a way that only makes it better. We both know that what we're doing is forbidden, but we're both choosing it -- together." Dorothy noticed my expression and my obvious personal curiosity. "Jill, you have a son, don't you?"
"Yes, Dorothy, I do -- a young man."
"And are the two of you... close?"
Could I trust her? She trusted me. I nodded.
"Then you understand."
"Yes, I do. I understand everything. All that you've told me over these past few weeks."
She smiled and squeezed my hands. "Please, Jill, cherish him. Never let him go."
"Yes, Dorothy."
She hugged me tightly and we held each other. As we pulled apart, both of us hesitated, keeping our faces close. All the electricity that we had felt in this room needed to be expressed. The tension between us begged for release. Our mouths came together and we shared a brief kiss, my first with a woman. It was quick, but it was enough.
"Let's go to them," Dorothy whispered. "Let's go to our boys."
---
Rushing to my car, I raced home. Valentina must have been there by now. Had they done it yet? Did I still have time?
What was I planning to do? How would I explain myself if I ended up barging in on them? I didn't know the answers, only that I needed to get home. I just couldn't stop thinking about what Adrian had said that morning. Was there a way for me to be a part of it? Oh heavens, I thought, I'm going to look so transparent. My heart pounding, I pressed down on the gas pedal.
I rounded the bend and saw Valentina's Pinto in the driveway. I parked and approached the house quietly, not wanting to alarm them. I stood at the front door, surprised by how nervous I was to enter my own house. I actually had butterflies!
I walked into the dining room, keeping my footsteps silent and immediately heard the two of them in the family room.
When I peered around the corner I saw an incredible sight. Adrian was sitting on the sofa, his head laid back and a wide grin on his face. His pants were at his ankles and Valentina was sitting on the carpet in front of him, holding and licking his dick like it was a ice cream cone. When she opened her mouth to suck him past her lips, Adrian looked down at her, seeing me out of the corner of his eye.
He looked right at me, eyes wide. I smiled warmly at him, leaning on the doorframe, and brought my finger to my lips. Valentina still hadn't realized that she had an audience.
I quietly removed my shoes and sweater, now only wearing my pleated skirt and tight, sleeveless top, and approached them. I sat next to Adrian and watched Valentina working her mouth with surprising expertise on my son's penis.
She lifted her head to breathe and opened her eyes, gasping. "Jillian!?"
"It's okay, sweetheart," I stoked her hair gently. "Don't stop."
She looked to Adrian, as if for approval or permission and he nodded to her. Tentatively, she licked him again, keeping her eyes on me. When she saw me smile she continued to suck him properly.
I slid to the floor next to her and placed my hand on her back. Slowly running my fingers up and down her spine. When she stopped to breathe again I asked, "are you going to share?"
She shot me a devilish grin, then looked at Adrian once more. He was staring at us, dumbfounded.
Valentina, with her hand still at the base of his cock, slid to her right to make room for me and pointed my son's dick toward my face. I quickly did my hair up in a bun before sinking my mouth down over Adrian's shaft, licking all of Valentina's spit off of him. The combined taste of the two of them was delectable.
When it was Valentina's turn to suck him again I moved behind her, hooking my fingers under her shirt and lifting it up over her head. She raised her arms to help me get it off of her and I tossed it onto the sofa beside Adrian. Then I unhooked her pink bra and slid it forward off of her arms, taking in her bare, slender back. I leaned forward and kissed her between her shoulder blades.
I sat up on my haunches and peeled my own top off, tossing it onto Valentina's, followed by my bra. Then I joined my son's girlfriend between his legs again. As she sucked his helmet through her lips I began to kiss my way up the base of his cock, our cheeks pressing together and our tits resting on his thighs.
Adrian moaned and watched his women servicing him, lightly stroking the backs of our heads.
As the two us both worked our mouths toward his tip, our lips met around his head. We pulled off of him and kissed briefly before separating and sharing a mischievous look, both allowing to be evident our glee that we were really doing this.
Her hand still on his base, she directed him him back into my mouth. I sucked him as deep as I could, then passed him back to her while she did the same. Back and forth we swapped, sharing him like two girls with a lollipop, rarely breaking eye contact with each other.
When I could no longer resist her dark, seductive eyes, I kissed her deeply. Her mouth opened instantly, granting my tongue entry. Our hands remained on Adrian's slippery dick, entwining our fingers to jack him off together, we hungrily made out in front of him.
I knew my boy well enough by now to realize when he is close to erupting and began to squeeze and jerk him harder as I worked my tongue in Valentina's sweet mouth. She got the message and began to do the same just as Adrian's first shot, accompanied by a manly grunt, splattered across the side of my face. The next hit Valentina, as did the third -- but the fourth was for me. Along with several more moans, our boy emptied himself onto us.
Turning back to Adrian, Valentina licked the remaining globs of semen from him and then from her hand. Then, hungry for more, she turned to me and lapped the side of my face clean. I returned the favor, dutifully cleaning her face in the same manner. Giggling, we kissed a few more times.
I helped Valentina stand up then reached forward and unclasped her jeans, tugging them down over her hips while turning her to sit on the sofa. I slipped her pants the rest of the way off her legs and then hooked my fingers into her pink thong underwear, sliding them down as well and tossing them them to the side.
Valentina's pussy lips glistened as they came into view. She kept herself completely shaved. It looked so scandalous. I wondered if this was what all the younger ladies were doing these days.
I had Valentina turn over onto her knees. She bent over the back of the sofa, arching her back and jutting her cute butt into the air.
That day I'd had my first taste of women, but I wasn't finished. I brought my mouth to her crotch and kissed her pussy before pulling back. Then I did it again. Her hips slowly moved back and forth in front of me as I moved forward again, this time extending my tongue and sliding it through her labia. She tasted sweet. Wanting more, I placed my hands on her hips and, this time, shoved my face between her legs, beginning to eat her properly while Adrian sat and watched us. After a minute, I slid my hands up her sides to cup her firm boobs. Smiling into her snatch, I immediately understood men's obsession with the female body.
I reached to my side, finding my son and grasping his semi-hard dick. It was still slippery and I began to work it again while continuing to lick his girlfriend. Finally I pulled away and looked at Adrian. He had taken off his shirt and finally kicked off his pants from around his ankles. His slick cock was rapidly hardening again in my hands.
He pressed on my shoulders, gently nudging me to move to the side.
I slid over, sliding my hands from Valentina's upturned hips to her cheeks and pulling them apart while Adrian got behind her. She was spread wide open. We could both see everything as he moved forward, pressing his head against her slit and moving it up and and down a few times through her lips.
He pushed into her, eliciting a small gasp from his girlfriend. Together we watched as he slid completely inside of her, bottoming out to a quiet moan from Valentina.
"Ooohhhh," moaned Valentina, long and sensual. "Yes, Adrian," she breathed
Lost in the sensations of his first wet, hot pussy, Adrian pulled back, watching his glistening cock come back out of her before shoving it forward again and finding his rhythm.
I gushed with pride, loving that I got to be a part of this moment for him. I felt like Mother of the Year.
As Adrian really started to fuck her, I stood up next to him, keeping one knee on the couch beside Valentina. I brought my face close to his. He was no longer looking at Valentina's body, but at me, directly into my eyes.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close while I hugged myself to him, pressing my big, bare boobs against his chest.
"Mom..." he moaned. "Oh, Mom!"
For the first time, our mouths came together, our lips meeting with a wet eruption of passion. It had been so long coming. Until now, a kiss had somehow seemed too intimate for us to share, a taboo that neither of us had tried to cross. Now, nothing could have felt more natural. Our tongues danced, pressing together until I retreated mine. His followed, pushing its way into my welcoming mouth. Urgently we kissed while he slid in and out of Valentina, penetrating both of us in different ways.
Though hers was the pussy that his cum was filling, mine was the name that he moaned when his pleasure reached its peak. "Mom, oh, mom," he cried out, shaking, and pumping his girlfriend full.
He slipped backward, leaving her with a rich creampie that was already oozing out of her slit.
Valentina rolled to her back and I fell to my knees, bringing my face back between her legs. Placing my mouth over her hole, I sucked as much of Adrian's cum out of her vagina as I could. Mixed with her young nectar, it was even more delicious than usual. Valentina moaned when I pushed my tongue deep into her, then pulled it out and pressed it against her clit.
I was pleased to find how naturally lesbianism came to me. In truth, I'd always wanted to try it but had been afraid. Now that I'd dove in, I realized that I'd known how to swim all along -- it was only ever a matter of letting it happen.
I flicked my tongue across her clit, listening to the mews and moans she made to know where she liked it the most. Her hands came to my head and pulled me tight against her as she climaxed. I have to say, I was quite proud of myself for bringing a woman off on my first try.
Sitting back, the three of us exchanged glaces, all grinning sheepishly.
"So, Valentina..." I began.
"Yes?" She panted.
"Will you be staying for dinner?"
We all laughed.
---
There had been a long period of time before things had started with Adrian when I'd felt depressed and rejected. I had come to terms with my essentially sexless life and my libido had fallen to almost nothing. I'd believed that I had simply become a person with a low sex drive, but as I had become more intimate with my son, I started to feel horny almost all the time. A few mere thoughts would pass through my head -- a memory of him touching me or a fantasy about what we'd do next -- and I would feel myself becoming wet.
Over the next week, Adrian and I sneaked around the house together as much as we possibly could, both of us seeming to have an insatiable hunger for the other.
I was delighted to find that it was the kissing, more than the oral or anal sex, that made me feel closest to him. Perhaps it was simply the undeniably intimate nature of the act. It meant that we could easily connect several times a day, even with Ron nearby. I loved when Adrian would follow me into the kitchen, before, or even during, our family dinners and pull me around the corner to press me up against the wall and smooch me while his father remained at the dinner table.
Ron almost certainly didn't know the extent of it, but I sensed that he was suspicious of something. Choosing to play it safe, I usually didn't announce that Adrian would be braiding my hair when I wanted to see him at night. Instead, I waited for Ron to sleep, then would sneak into the basement to meet my son.
Going to bed with a load of Adrian's semen in my belly always helped me drift off quickly. I felt so content knowing that my system was digesting his seed, his protein becoming part of my own body. Needless to say, I slept like a baby that week.
Though we were closer than ever, there was, of course, something missing. Adrian hadn't tried for my pussy again, respecting my limits. But there was a part of me that wished he would. I was certainly happy that I had been a responsible mother and enforced a line, but my love for Adrian was changing, evolving, and it was frustrating for this love to go unexpressed. I know he felt it, too.
We were fortunate to both be home at home in the afternoons a couple of times, giving us the chance to spend some time licking and sucking each other in the family room, our new favorite place. In the afternoons that I was home alone, I found myself masturbating, something I hadn't done in years. On those days I would fantasize about Adrian fucking me, not in my ass, nor in my mouth, but in the place where I knew his cock truly belonged.
For the hundredth time, the image of his cock sliding into that young lady would flash through my mind. His first pussy -- but it had been me that he had been looking at and my name that he had moaned. Shouldn't it be my pussy that he conquered? My husband didn't want it anymore, so what was I waiting for?
---
I sat through my late morning sessions the following Saturday, doing my best to appear attentive and present for my clients. In truth, my mind was back at my house with Adrian and Valentina. He had invited her to spend the afternoon once again.
I had wondered if it was right for me to come home and play with them again. Perhaps it would be better to let them have some alone time? But as I had left for work that morning, Adrian had stopped me at the door and whispered, "will you come back and join us, Mom?" He'd glanced behind himself then, and after seeing that Ron wasn't paying attention he'd kissed me, right beside my husband. I'd been thinking about that kiss all morning, wanting to finish it properly. If Adrian wanted me there, I'd be there.
Dorothy had phoned earlier in the week and informed me that she was not going to continue her therapy sessions with me, stating that she had found everything she was looking for and was at peace in her life. I was happy for her. I would miss her, but the empty time slot meant that I was able to escape from the office an hour earlier than usual.
When I saw the orange Pinto at the end of our driveway my panties became wet. What would I see when I walked into the house? Would they be in the family room again?
I entered the house quietly, peaking around the corner but seeing nobody. That meant that they were in the basement, probably fooling around in Adrian's bedroom.
I went to the bathroom to freshen up, checking my appearance in the large mirror. Removing my cardigan, I stood in my tight, dark scarlet dress. I licked my full lips, admiring myself and fluffing up my curly hair while making a kissy face at the mirror. With my dark eyeshadow, I looked hot, and felt it, too. I was ready to have some fun.
I left my bedroom and walked down the stairs, being sure to close the doorway at the top just in case Ron came home. On bare feet I crossed the short distance to Adrian's bedroom and quietly walked inside. Again, I leaned on the doorframe to observe the two lovers.
Valentina was on her back and Adrian was above her, between her legs. He appeared to be entering her just as I arrived. Valentina's toes curled and she wrapped her naked legs around his back as he pushed his hips forward.
"Ohh, oh, yes!" She cried as he began to gently fuck her.
I bit my lip. God, it got me hot to watch my son in action. My hand slid between my legs
I watched them from the door for the entire duration of their rut, listening to their rising passions as they each neared their orgasm and observing a beautiful moment as they came in unison. After Adrian had filled her and was panting heavily, still propping himself up on his arms, the two of them finally noticed me. Two big, proud smiles spread across their faces as I shut the door and approached the bed, blushing and feeling a bit shy.
I sat next to the young lovers. I think Adrian was still inside her when he leaned over to greet me with a deep kiss. I then leaned down to give Valentina the same treatment.
Within moments, their hands were all over me, undoing any zipper or tie they could find on my dress. Soon my thin shoulder straps were being pulled down my arms and my dress tugged down over my hips. I hadn't worn a bra that day and found myself standing beside Adrian's bed in nothing but my black panties, a few hints of pubic hair poking around their edges.
The two of them pulled me forward and laid me down against the pillows. Each snuggled up on either side of me, lightly stroking my belly and tits. Each of their mouths soon found a nipple.
It was a strange sensation to be suckled by two people at once, each using their own style. Adrian, being the eager one, had taken my nub into his mouth and immediately sucked hard, almost as if he expected that he could make milk come streaming out. Valentina, on the other hand, had delicately flicked her soft tongue back and forth across my sensitive teat and then in a circular motion around it for a long time before gently wrapping her lips around my nip and beginning to suck me in a much more feminine manner.
Initially unsure of what to do with my hands, I set them on my nude lovers' backs, stroking up and down from their shoulders to as far as I could reach. In Valentina's case, I was able to cup her tight buns and even shove my finger tips a little into her crack. I loved how she'd giggle against my tit every time I did it.
While Adrian remained fixated on my boobs, Valentina's hands started to explore further down my body, toying with my inner thighs and dancing across my panty-covered crotch. I opened my legs for her, wanting her to go further. I had never been touched in my intimate parts by a woman, but whatever changes had been happening to me recently had me dying to experience it.
Valentina began to slide down my body, planting tiny kisses across my belly as she traveled closer to my crotch.
I lifted my hips for her as she took her time sliding my panties over my hips and down to my knees. She took a moment to admire my womanly bush before finishing the job of sliding my undergarments off my legs. I spread wide for her as her hands slid from my knees along my inner thighs, pulling me apart and revealing my gleaming labia.
Valentina wore a look of amazement as she played with me, separating my lips to examine my pink, inner folds and periodically bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste me on them. It occurred to me that this was probably her first time performing this lesbian act. I had to bite my lip and squirm a little at the thought.
As she finally brought her mouth to me, sending tingles radiating through my body, Adrian and I began one of our deep kisses. I was in heaven, being serviced by two young tongues at once.
For 20 long minutes, my lovers touched and licked me, slowly letting my arousal build until I came hard against Valentina's face. I pulled Adrian's mouth back down to my chest and wailed in pleasure, almost blacking out from my first orgasm at the touch of a woman.
Adrian sat up beside me, leaning against his headboard, his newly-hard cock standing straight up.
In a daze, I felt myself being lifted and guided by four hands to sit in my son's lap, facing away from him. My ass spread out across his hips when I crossed my leg over him and let my weight down on his lower abdomen. Valentina had grabbed his cock and pulled it forward so that the top of his throbbing shaft could press upward against my pussy. It felt incredible and I immediately began to gyrate my hips forward and back, wanting him to slice through my wet lips. I longed to have it inside of me. I was so fucking horny I couldn't see straight.
Adrian's hands slid up my belly to grasp each of my tits lovingly as he hugged me against himself, kissing my spine. At the same time, Valentina rubbed his dick against my clit, grinning up at me from between my legs with that naughty, crooked smile. Her dark eyes danced and she bit her lip mischievously.
It was obvious to all three of us what was coming. I had already denied him for too long, denied us. I didn't want to resist anymore, nor could I.
"Lift up, Jillian," Valentina instructed me with one hand gripping my hip and the other still grasping my son's twitching cock.
I obeyed her, rising up onto my knees to give her space to angle Adrian directly against my neglected hole. His wet helmet popped inside easily and a throaty moan escaped my lips. There would be no turning back this time. Over 19 years I had turned my baby into a man, and now he would claim his prize, and so would I.
I shuddered and my head fell backward over my son's broad shoulder. With my eyes closed, I let my face fall toward him, bringing my mouth close to his ear and whispering the words that were on my heart. "I'm so sorry for making you wait."
I let my weight go and impaled myself on his glorious shaft.
"Ahhh, ohh, ohhh, mmm," I quietly whimpered as he stretched my walls excruciatingly wide. I felt so wonderfully full when I had reached the bottom. How could I have avoided this?
Valentina slid backward, bringing her right hand between her legs to play with herself as she bore witness to the wicked act she had orchestrated.
I wrapped my right arm around Adrian's head, keeping his face close to mine as we began to fuck, him lifting with small upward thrusts and me arching my back to grind down on him. His hands still cupped my breasts tenderly as we found synchronicity in our movements.
"Mom, Mom, Mom," was all he said, over and over, with each exhalation.
It went on for several long minutes. We didn't rush. There was no urgency. We had a mutual understanding that we had finally entered new territory and had the rest of our lives to explore it.
When his moans began to rise in pitch, I knew that he was close to taking his pleasure.
I encouraged him softly, whispering into his ear, "yes, Adrian, give it to me. Fill me, sweetheart. Fill Mommy with your cum."
My soft words triggered his climax and I felt his shaft spasm rhythmically in my vagina as he pumped his cream into me.
He remained inside me as we turned onto our sides. I stretched out my hand and Valentina took it, crawling toward us and curling up in front of me. I wrapped my arm over her and cupped her pert boobs when she scurried her butt backward against me. The three of us lay together, spooning tightly and whispering for over an hour until the time drew near that Ron would return from work.
I got up and kissed each of my lovers before returning to my bedroom, walking through the house in the nude with my clothing under my arm.
I realized that I was grinning broadly as I processed what had just happened. I was filled with an emotion that had become a stranger to me -- happiness. It radiated out of me in this moment. I'd gone so long feeling depressed, wondering about my worth, feeling unsatisfied and rejected, that I hadn't even realized how unhappy I'd become. Ironically, my job was to help others gain insight into their lives and problems so that they could escape their own depression, yet there I had been, living in my own world of misery without even knowing it.
I showered and changed into a new outfit. When I came back down the hallway, Valentina had left and Ron was just arriving.
When Ron entered his house he saw his wife emerge from the kitchen, kiss him on the cheek and take his briefcase, then return to continue cooking -- nothing more than a routine evening. He didn't have a clue that this day had, in fact, marked a defining point in our lives. Everything else that had happened or would happen would always been seen as before or after the day that I had finally given everything to Adrian.
As I cooked a meal for my men, I continued to feel tension leave my body. Not because of the afternoon of sex, but because I was now a free woman. Every taboo had been broken, every line crossed. There was nothing left but to enjoy the life I had finally given myself permission to live.
---
Two nights later I was asleep in the dark when I awoke, shocked to feel Ron's hands on me. He was caressing me, stroking my breasts and throat with tenderness -- and need. It felt so strange, almost foreign, for him to be coming on to me. When he felt me stir he groped me, sliding his palms over my hardening nipples. He pinched them gently, then slid his hands lower. He stopped at my hip and began to bunch up my nightie.
I always felt horny when I woke up and involuntarily rolled onto my back, spreading my legs. So he finally wanted me? Why did it have to be now, after what I'd already done? Could I even let him have me? It was absurd, but I felt like I would be cheating on Adrian if I returned to Ron. I bit my lip, churning my hips when his hand slid into my panties and cupped my sex.
Then I heard a quiet snore beside me. Huh? I looked and could faintly see Ron's sleeping body, facing away from me. So who was--?
"Mom," Adrian whispered, bringing his face close to mine.
"Adrian, what are you doing in here?"
He covered my mouth with his while his fingers entered me. I kissed him back fervently. How could he have become so bold, so confident, in such a short time?
He disengaged and was making his way down my front, pushing away the sheets and diving his head beneath my bunched up nightie. In the next moment I was no longer wearing panties and his tongue was on me -- his amazing tongue, lapping up my juices. I thanked God that Ron was a deep sleeper as I fought to remain quiet when my climax came upon me.
Adrian pulled me to my feet and took my hand, leading me out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the den. He guided me to the sofa, having me stand on my knees on the cushions and bend over the back -- the same position that I'd put Valentina in for him. Had it been me that he'd wanted that day? Was that why he'd taken me here?
I lifted my nightie and arched my back, opening myself fully. I was Dorothy again, offering my body willingly. Right here where we had celebrated all 19 of his birthdays as a family, my boy entered me in a long, smooth motion. He pushed his hot shaft all the way to the end of his mother's vagina. Returning home. Taking me. Possessing me.
I tried to remain silent as he gripped my hips and fucked me in the dark, but I know that a few moans escaped me when the pleasure became too intense. By the end I didn't care, letting myself cry out as I came for my son. Yes! Take me, I thought. Grab me. Use me. I'm yours!
Reaching forward to grasp my dangling tits, Adrian gave me three more short, firm thrusts before remaining motionless at his deepest and silently creaming me. When I gathered myself and turned around, he had already slipped away, back into the basement.
I stumbled on wobbly legs to bed and was relieved that my husband was still gently snoring. He hadn't heard any sinful noises from his adulterous wife.
Just a month ago my boy had been a shy teenager playing video games and hiding pornography. Now look at what he'd become. God, I wondered, what have I created?
---
Now no longer hold back, Adrian and I fell into a regular routine of sex. By the end of the next month, it had become rare for a day to pass without the two of us having found a moment alone. My son was even more insatiable than Ron had been when we'd first married. It seemed that he could never have enough, and sensing his need for me only got me hotter. My sex drive rose to match his, maybe even over taking it.
Often, it was me who initiated with him, giving him a conspiratorial wink during dinner or rubbing my foot up and down his leg under the table.
Sometimes in the evenings, one of us would bring up him braiding my hair, which had become our code phrase, though we tried not to use it too much. On those nights we would slink downstairs to his room. He usually put me on my back when he had me in his own bed, and would face me when he pushed inside before making love to me with long, slow thrusts.
We always took advantage of the odd afternoon when we were home alone. That was when we permitted ourselves to become wild -- Adrian free to take me in whichever room he pleased, and me free to cry out as loud as I wanted.
Adrian loved having me in different places -- the kitchen, where he would set me on the edge of the counter and I would reach up behind me and hold onto the open cupboard doors while he rammed me, and the family room, where he would often sit in his father's recliner while I climbed into his lap and rode him.
There was only one room in which he never penetrated me -- the master bedroom, where I slept with my husband. We both avoided doing it there, knowing what it would represent.
He never took my ass again. Having, at last, returned to the hole that birthed him, he would settle for no substitute.
The only guilt I experienced was over my adultery, not our sin of incest. There was truth to what Dorothy had told me. Yes, what Adrian and I were doing came with a sense of wrongness, but we knew that we were doing it with each other and that no matter what we were involved in, we were involved in it together. The bond we'd created balanced the offense we were committing, and we were at peace with that.
As for Valentina, she joined us a couple more times, but ultimately stopped visiting. Before leaving, she told us that it was an honor to be part of our journey, but that it was clear where Adrian's heart was. She said that she didn't want to get between two people who loved each other. "He's different with you, Jillian," she had said. "You must feel it, too." Adrian and I had protested, of course, insisting that she continue visiting, but she was firm in her decision. In the end, we knew she was right. Adrian and I belonged with each other and nobody else.
---
Over the weeks we became increasingly daring with our coupling. Unable to resist flirting with the danger of discovery, we tested fate on multiple occasions.
One night in particular, Ron, Adrian, and I were sitting in the living room. Of course, we were in our usual spots with Adrian and I together on the sofa. Since Ron was watching the baseball game he didn't see when I rested my feet on the middle cushion, sliding them closer to Adrian over the course of a few minutes. I started poking him from time to time and smiling slyly whenever he looked at me. To my surprise, he boldly set his hand on my left calf and left it there. A minute later, he actually began sliding it up and down my leg, even reaching beyond my knees to tickle my inner thighs.
Thank goodness the score of the game was close, because if Ron had taken his eyes of the screen he would have seen something that would have been tough to explain.
I bit my lip and flashed a sultry look at my son whose fingers were only climbing higher up my leg, deeper into my dress.
When a commercial break came on the television Adrian pulled his hand back to himself and I quickly shut my knees. Ron announced that he was going to walk to the corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes, an errand that usually took between 5 and 10 minutes.
The moment he was out the door Adrian unbuckled his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down over his knees. Turning to me, he dove his hands up my dress and yanked my panties down to my feet in one smooth motion. He was quickly on top of me, bunching my dress up as his prick searched for my slit.
I managed to make a few obligatory protests about how dangerous this was, but they didn't carry much weight considering the way I was spreading my legs and helping him find my entrance. The truth was that I had fantasized many times about living out this very scenario.
He slipped into me easily and began to pound me good, hard, and fast. This wasn't a time for lovemaking. This was an animalistic fuck -- a primal rut.
"Come on, sweetie. Fuck me good and hard. Fuck your mom's pussy, Adrian. Fill it. Fill it up with your cum, sweetie. Oh, yes!" I could only utter filthy encouragement to him, hoping that he would finish quickly before my husband walked back in the door.
With a heavy grunt, Adrian exploded, pushing all the way in and staying there while he inseminated me. His still body, pressed hard against me, jolted along with each shot that he fired into me. He had barely slipped out and pulled away when we heard footsteps on the porch.
Somehow that boy got his jeans pulled back up and buckled before his father opened the door. When Ron walked around the corner, tapping a fresh box of Marlboros against his palm and pulling one out, all he saw was his wife and son sitting on either end of the sofa. Her hands were innocently rubbing a few creases out of her house dress.
Ron had no idea that the lump in his son's pocket was made by his wife's balled up panties.
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One morning, Adrian was feeling especially randy and followed me into the kitchen while I was serving breakfast to Ron who was having coffee at the table. Every chance my son got, my butt would get pinched or a quick kiss would be stolen. He was obviously looking for a morning quicky before we left the house and knew that he could get my engine going by teasing me with his father nearby.
Needing to be at work early, Ron ate quickly and left the house. He hadn't been out the door for ten seconds before I was pressed up against the counter and was being kissed quite hungrily. Adrian then led me to the dining room table, a first for us, and bent me over it. He hefted my skirt up over my ass and yanked my panties down, focused on one thing only. I always loved this moment of anticipation before the exquisite feeling of my lips being parted and my tunnel stretching around his girth.
Adrian had no intention of taking his time this morning and gave my buns a hard spank before sliding into my beaver.
Bent over at 90 degrees, I stood on my tiptoes, my calves and hamstrings flexing in the morning sunlight while Adrian went at me. My upper body was flattened out, face sideways and resting on the table while my outstretched hands gripped the table's edge.
Adrian was moments away from cumming in me when the front door, just meters away from us, burst open, and Ron walked into the room. He instantly froze in place, his eyes rapidly looked back and forth between Adrian and I before settling on me. For a horrifying ten seconds I watched while my husband's soul left his body.
I couldn't stand up or even back away from the table because Adrian's thrusts hadn't stopped. I believe that, being in the throws of passion, my son had closed his eyes and wasn't even aware that we had been discovered. He simply kept banging me in front of our audience and crying out his usual, "Mom, Oh, Mom!"
"Adrian!" I yelled, still maintaining eye contact with my spouse.
"Oh, yeah, Mom!" He shouted, misunderstanding me. "I LOVE your pussssyyyy!" He pounded into me with the short, firm thrusts that he always used when he'd begun ejaculating.
I wanted to look away from Ron but a magnetic force kept my eyes glued to his. As our son pumped jizz into me, various emotions fought for control of my husband's face. First there was shock, then confusion. Finally anger won and he snapped out of his daze.
"What-- What the FUCK?" Ron boomed.
Adrian finally opened his eyes and realized what was happening. "Dad?!"
I expected him to jump backward, or to at least pull out of me, but he remained where he was, embedded in my cunt.
Nobody moved.
Then Adrian thrust into me again, and again after that. He began to fuck me, right there in front of his father, as if I was his woman now.
I was in utter disbelief at his boldness and had the worst possible reaction. I moaned, my pussy juice gushing out and around Adrian's cock.
This only spurred my son on and his dick became harder inside of me. He started to possessively pound me, his previous creampie now oozing down my leg. Who was this daring man ravishing me?
Some twisted part of me, deep down inside, was getting exactly what it had wanted. That's right, you bastard, I thought. Watch me give myself to a better man. A short, but intense orgasm quickly built up inside of me and fired through my body. "Ohh, yessss," I involuntarily cried out, shoving my hips backward to meet Adrian's confident thrusts.
Red-faced, Ron made a fist and took two steps toward Adrian, only stopping himself at the last moment. Even in a situation like this, Ron was not a violent man. Instead of striking his son he pushed him, hard.
Adrian fell backward, his dick popping out of me, dragging a long stream of white cum with it. Several large drops of sploodge fell onto the hardwood floor with a splat. His pants around his ankles and slimy cock waving in front of him, he tripped and fell backward against the wall.
"So this is what you two have been doing, huh?!" Ron stepped backward, avoiding a cum puddle. "This is what all the hair braiding has been about? You two are sick."
Now empty, I snapped out of whatever hypnosis I had just been under. "Ron--" I began, shakily standing up straight and failing to smooth out my dress. "We can explain."
"Explain? How the hell can you explain this, Jill? I should have fucking known. You two made it so obvious! I just didn't want to believe it."
Humiliated, I bent forward to grab my panties from around my ankles. A bit more jizz dripped out of me and audibly hit the hardwood.
Ron marched into the den and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from beside his chair. Then he stormed out of the house, this time taking his briefcase with him, before slamming the door. He didn't return that night.
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Reality crashed over us like a cold wave, washing away our little fantasy world. The bubble that we'd been living in had burst. Though Adrian and I now found ourselves alone, I couldn't continue being intimate with him. That strangely erotic moment that had transpired while Ron was watching us was gone and replaced with a brutal dose of reality. I had thrown my previous life away.
By the time Ron came home, three days later, a lot of the initial emotion had subsided.
We sat together talking about everything. I told him the whole story -- how I'd been feeling neglected, what had happened when I started going downstairs to Adrian's bedroom, and how things had progressed from our time with Valentina. The therapist in me knew that honestly spilling out the truth, including my feelings, was the best pathway toward the healthiest outcome. Ron responded in kind, telling me about how his attraction had faded and admitting that he'd been having an affair with Victoria. It was the most honest and raw conversation that my husband and I had ever shared.
Now, when I look back on those days, I understand that a large part of me had actually wanted us to be caught, which is why I had continued escalating the risk factor. After the hurt he had caused me, I wanted Ron to know that I had betrayed him, too. And on top of that, though the sneaking and danger had initially been thrilling to me, I began to resent it. I didn't want to hide. I had wanted Adrian and I to be free with our love, at least in our own house.
Obviously neither of us wanted the full story to come out publicly so we simply told our friends and family that we had encountered irreconcilable differences -- a wonderfully versatile term -- and agreed to split. The divorce was finalized quickly and Ron had moved out to his own apartment within a week, leaving Adrian and I alone in the large house.
I was upset that first night, though I knew everything had been for the best. Adrian took me by the hand and led me downstairs to his room. He didn't try anything sexual with me. We just cuddled while I cried softly and mourned my marriage.
Over the next few weeks, a short-lived, but very real, depression took me. Adrian gave me space, understanding that my sex drive had all but disappeared during my grief.
Sensing when the time was right, he took me by the hand one evening and led me to the master bedroom. He undressed me with tenderness and laid me down on the bed when I was naked. Then he undressed himself and laid down on top of me. We cuddled in silence, enjoying the other's skin, until his cock began to probe my opening. Adrian lifted my knees, pushing them back towards my shoulders to nearly invert me before aiming his dick straight down and pressing the tip against my upturned passage. He looked me deep in the eyes before sliding into me, taking me, for the first time, in what used to be my marriage bed.
After that, our fire was re-ignited and we rutted late into the night in our bed.
Adrian moved his things out of the basement and into our bedroom the next day.
Months later, while on vacation, I handed our camera to a stranger and asked them to take a photo of me with my boyfriend. Adrian beamed and put his arm around me while the photo was taken. I ended up framing it and setting it on the desk in my office.
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Over the years, my experience with Adrian informed how I approached many of my clients' treatment in my clinical practice. I felt that I had discovered a lifestyle that many people desire to adopt, or would benefit from, but about which very few feel comfortable speaking.
With an open mind, I listened to many frustrated people speaking about their marriages and families. Knowing how much it could help them, I often encouraged women to express themselves to or seek comfort in the arms of their sons, and vice versa. I talked them through the process, and we took it week by week. I was able to help many sons and mothers this way and they often returned with smiles on their faces to thank me for what I had done for them.
Sometimes, mothers and sons would even come to my office together to discuss their relationship. Given what I knew at that point, my approach was usually to guide them in becoming more intimate. Of course, most expressed trepidation at the concept, but I found that asking them to take baby steps was often effective. I would begin by asking them how comfortable they were touching one another and would have them sit close together on the couch and, perhaps, to hold hands while speaking about their feelings. I would move toward having them kiss once at the beginning and end of each session. With these steps, they were able to open up and express more and more to each other. Many reported that the touching bonded them and put them at ease, and that the intimacy naturally continued while they were at home.
I discovered that it was easy for most pairs to get started with incest, but getting over the later hurtles could be tough. Not every mother and son pair could sprint to the finish line like Scott and Dorothy had. Many mothers and sons knew what they wanted, they just needed help getting there. When these types reached out to me, I would ask them to come to my office and show me what they'd already done together. Then we would take a step-by-step approach, trying something new each week until the time came to perform the ultimate act of sexual intercourse.
A few times, I actually had the pleasure of guiding a pair through their first time with vaginal penetration, right there in my office. First, I would remind them that they were in a judgment-free environment. Then I'd have the mother get on all fours, showing her intimate parts to her son who, dick in hand, could choose to penetrate her or not. This was the first position between Scott and Dorothy, and it seemed fitting to implement it as part of my professional treatment plan.
I never outright told anybody else who my life partner was. That was our secret. Although I think that a few of my clients over the years suspected that I had personal experience with the topic I was becoming specialized in. Only two, maybe three, other people knew the truth, and I could only trust that this select group would honor our privacy.
Over the years, I realized that the type of people who ended up practicing incest were often the last people you would ever expect. They were just everyday folks, well put together men and women who went about their normal lives during the day and into the arms of a family member at night. I kept this in mind as I went about my days, passing people on the street and wondering if they had a secret like mine.
After several decades of implementing this approach in my practice, a young man named Brent came to me after having social troubles at school. He was a hard case, but it didn't take me long to assess his real issue. With a few guiding questions and homework assignments I was able to inspire a new level of bonding between him and his mother, Claire. I'm forever grateful that I was the therapist who ended up being assigned to him, because somebody else, less open-minded and experienced, might not have been able to diagnose and treat the underlying issue in his life.
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Read more about how Brent benefited from Jill's therapy sessions in the story entitled 'Perilous Expressions'.