Mothers and Secrets
Grant finds his Mom's secret passion for him. What to do?
THIS STORY IS LONG. 112 pages on Word. If you prefer shorter stories, please skip this entry, and consider reading my "Finding Our Way" series, broken into easily consumable parts. Incest between a mother and her son should almost never be practiced in real life. But it's the kind of obscenity that I like to read and write about (as long as they are consenting adults.) I have other stories with no adultery, but this isn't one of them. Finally, my stories are slightly over the top in terms of character beauty, stamina and action. If you are comfortable with these caveats, then I hope you will enjoy this story.
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Extra special thanks to sddconst for his thorough and swift editing.
O.F.
Forward
On one long drive of a vacation trip I had the first page of "All Mom's Love" by Sonatatre on my tablet. Only that first Literotica page of this tale could be read until I reached my next hotel. I had many hours in the car after I'd finished to mull over what the author had built. I dreamed what I might hope would follow. Elements from other stories mixed their way in.
Even after I read the "real" remainder of the story, I still wanted to write my alternate universe.
Mothers and Secrets
By Only Fiction
...he is coming home from college...I will need support...coping...he ever had any idea what his mother wants to do with him; how I yearn...
From a post by MadMommy1980 five weeks ago
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Patricia's well-manicured blond eyebrow rose, floating away from her crystal blue eye. "Do you mean, hypothetically?"
Grant knew Patricia could be literal-minded. They'd worked together as trainers for five months at the gym. He'd figured her literal way of thinking and talking could make them a good match.
"Uhm," he stammered. "Okay. Yeah. Sure. Hypothetically. What if you and I went out some time? Hypothetically."
He'd never been good at the sort of flowery language he imagined most women wanted.
Outside of the rumor-fueled dating spurt of his senior year of high school, Grant had never been able to get a date. For a few weeks the girls had pursued him to verify the stories they'd traded about him -- that he was well hung. Several 48-hour-girlfriends agreed it was true, but their developing bodies were not ready to handle his length or girth. He'd never inspired anyone to keep dating him. He couldn't catch their interest with words. He'd always been a clear communicator, but he guessed they wanted more clever patter.
"I guess it depends on where. And also it would depend on why we were going there." Patricia, a slim hard-muscled twenty-something with straight blond hair and cornflower blue eyes, seemed to have no need for pretty talk.
Deep down, Grant knew he had the right stuff physically to attract a straight woman: long muscled arms, strong thighs and calves, broad shelves of pectoral muscles framed by broader hard shoulders. He had abdominal muscles so well defined, each cast it's own shadow. But Grant was inexperienced. Patricia's mind clashed with his meek approach.
"Well. Um." The young trainer could feel his face flush. "We could..."
Patricia raised her hand and closed her eyes. "No! Never mind. It probably doesn't matter." Grant nearly swallowed his tongue. "No matter where or why, I guess it would be okay. You and I work together pretty well. I'm sure if you and I were out somewhere, we'd manage it okay."
The young man was dumbfounded. Was she really this literal minded? Or was she stupid? Maybe she was blowing him off in a particularly devious way. Trying to clarify would just make her look stupid or superior. He wasn't interested in either.
He made a smile weaker than grandmother's tea. "I guess you're right, Patricia. You've given me something to think about."
His pretty colleague shone a gleaming smile in response. "Cool."
Grant didn't bother to check for sincerity.
***
I have read and reread the thoughts posted by DrBabyRuthie777, specifically how a son expresses gratitude for life by gratifying his mother.... like the idea... embracing and entering the giver of his life is entering and embracing life itself... a natural extension of sexual growth? ...hint of dominance over her son... seems typical of negative stereotypes...
...I reflect on my son... that he could be grateful to me does not give me the most satisfaction. I am most proud of how I have served him from the very start... life and development is credited to me only insofar as I cared for, supported and guided him... a kind of service that always filled me with joy... would DBR777 say it is unnatural? ...didn't raise him to be my servant! ...he could be in charge.
from MadMommy1980's response to DrBabyRuthie777's post, "Mom on Top: The Natural Place"
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"For one thing, Grant," Madeline told her son. "You could have said, 'Then let's go out on a date tonight. I'm sure we'll manage to have an okay time too!' Something clear and direct."
"I know. I know, Mom." Grant leaned back into the living room 2-seater sofa and dug his fingers into his thick unwashed brown hair. "Her bizarre answer threw me. I...Y'know what?"
"What, sweetheart?"
"I didn't want to go out with her after that answer."
"Good!" Madeline blew an equally brown and thick lock of hair from her own forehead in exasperation. "That little twit doesn't deserve a night out with you."
"Woah! Harsh!" Grant started to laugh. His mother disliked every girl who'd ever gotten close to his heart. In earlier times he'd found it shocking and worrying. But today it cracked him up. Her venomous loathing of the girls back in high school had gotten him through the rapid fire string of heart breaks they'd given him a few years ago. To see it poured out over Patricia and her silly responses tickled him.
Madeline crossed her arms in a huff. She leaned over to crash her soft right shoulder into Grant's big hard left upper arm. "Ouch." Her crossness mixed with a giggle at her own silliness.
"Patricia didn't do anything to me. I just asked her out --"
"After agonizing about her for weeks."
"I admit I took a day or two to get my nerve up, but it wasn't weeks."
"Whatever," the mother mumbled to her shoulder.
"She gave an oddball answer. At worst it was a twisted attempt at letting me down easy. At best she showed that doesn't have -- " Grant struggled to finish the sentence.
"A fucking clue?" the jealous mother growled.
"Wow. You really have a problem with this girl? You've never even met her, Mom. You can relax anyway. That's done."
Madeline turned away from her son so he couldn't see her naked possessive relief. Patricia was out of the picture. It may not have been weeks. It felt like months of Grant talking and worrying about precious Patricia. She knew she was overreacting. But the idea of some dingbat girly turning her nose up to someone like Grant! It was maddening.
She took a steadying breath, and said, "I guess you're right." The emotional mommy plastered on a warm smile and turned it to face her no-longer-little man. "I'll try to be more open to the next one you choose. Just remember that most women want a man to be assertive. That doesn't mean you should be aggressive. She -- whoever she ends up being -- also won't want someone overbearing like your father."
"No," Grant answered, soft and solemn. He had heard late night arguments when he'd returned from University. But they'd died down after just a week. His mother got sad for a while. His father, Gabe, often indulged a mean sort of play that prickled with demeaning humor. Other times he flared with anger. "I'm not gonna be like Dad."
"Just say what you want. Plain and honest," Madeline said into his eyes. Both mother and son had gray eyes with a touch of blue. "Smile when you tell her you're taking her out." She stroked her hair. It was identical in color and thickness to Grant's, but longer; down to her shoulders. She stood up, and Grant could see the lovely figure that his mother had once rocked.
Maybe it was his work as a trainer that made him notice. All she needs is a regular workout and a healthier diet, and she'd... "What?"
"I'm serious, Grant," she said when she saw his attention drifting. She crossed her arms, and looked at the couch cushion she'd just vacated. "She doesn't deserve you. You look a woman in the eye and tell her you want to do something with her. If she hesitates or doesn't seem to get what she's just been offered, move on. I promise there's better out there; a woman who can appreciate you. If she jumps up with a smile, and she knows how to enjoy what you have to offer...well then..." she sniffed. "Then that would be alright."
Grant stood and wrapped his big arms around his mother. "Aw, Mom! You don't ever have to worry. You'll always be my favorite girl!" Madeline shivered in her sons embrace. He assumed it was surprise at his sudden movement. When they pulled apart, Grant said, "Now that I think of it, I think I'm assertive when I'm training clients." He frowned in thought. "But only when I'm wearing that particular hat."
"Well, use that next time, sweetheart. Act like Mr. Training Guy when you want to be assertive." She traced his bristly cheek. "You'll be irresistible." Two heartbeats passed in silent thought. "Well," Madeline finally said. "I'm going up to my room to get some work done. They only let me do some of my work from home as long as I actually get work done. Try not to disturb me for the next couple hours. And if you must disturb..."
"I know," answered Grant. "Knock and wait first."
***
Dear BadBoy1999,
No, you are right. I don't think I will ever be able to confess to my son. Nevertheless, I'm going to pass on your offer. I'm married, for what little my husband is worth. I don't have plans to sleep around outside of my own house (I'm sure you take my meaning.)
No offense taken. No harm done.
MadMommy1980
Direct message sent 13 months ago
***
There would be no need to knock and wait the next afternoon. Madeline had to work at the office on Tuesdays until five or six, so there was no question of disturbing her when Grant entered his parents' bedroom.
Most of his life, the 'rents room was off limits. He had no interest in going in there anyway. But his father, Gabe, had called.
"Thank fuck you get Tuesday's off," he'd growled. "I need you to find a manila folder marked 'Hudson Group' and there will be a nine digit code written under the name. Check the kitchen table." It was not there. "Try the mini-office. If it's in there, it'll be right on top." Grant could find no such file on the modest desk in the tiny space set off from the living room. His father snarled frustration and impatience. "Shit. Go up to my room. I need that folder."
Grant stumbled at this. By and large, Madeline had been a permissive mother; especially over the last few years. Most days, there was nothing he could do wrong. Nothing he did upset her. There was one exception. Three summers ago Grant had walked into her room unannounced to tell her he was home early. Madeline had slammed her laptop shut with a crash, and jumped out of her chair. Her face was beet red, and she'd shrieked. "Ohmygod! What are you doing in here!? Get out! GET OUT!" He'd shrunk back, terrified at a side of his mother he'd never seen. "Never just walk into my room like that," Madeline had hollered. Grant slammed the door behind him to cover his retreat. But through the door, the outraged mother was loud and clear. "NEVER!"
Later that day, his mom had sat with her son. She'd spoken to him with a trembling voice, barely able to contain herself. Grant was to never enter her room without her explicit permission and presence. How many times since had Madeline drummed the strict prohibition into her son?
Grant didn't mention his hesitation to Gabe. His father was panicked and irate and would tolerate no delays. The young man sprinted up the stairs, two at a time, and entered the domain his mother had long forbidden.
The king-size bed stood with its headboard against the center of the wall opposite the door. There was ample space on either side. On the side to Grant's left was a low dark-brown oak dresser surrounded by his father's mess: a half-open briefcases, dirty socks, tissues (used and unused) and stacks of papers. Tracking farther to the left was the entrance to the en suite bathroom. To Grant's right was another world altogether. There was a tall pale dresser made of beech. The floor was clear of debris. This left space for his mother's modest white computer table, supporting nothing but her blinking laptop.
Grant ducked to the left. "Is it in one of these briefcases, or should I look in these stacks of paper," he asked his father.
"Just the briefcases," his father snarled into his ear. "Those stacks are from months ago. The Hudson Group file will be in a briefcase if it's in there."
Grant searched with as much speed and care as he could. "Sorry, Dad. Nothing like that in here."
"Shit. Shit! SHIT!" Gabe sounded like he was in physical pain. "I guess I'll have to tear apart the whole...wait..." Grant sat back on his heels and listened. "My car!" cried the voice on the phone. "The fucking thing's in the * click *." So ended the call.
The twenty-something son stood up, and turned to the door. He took two steps across the carpet when he heard a woman's raspy voice.
"Uhh-Oh!" she cooed in a playful tone. Grant looked around. The sound had come from his mother's laptop. The idea that his mother would use such a sultry voice as her message notification surprised him. He crossed the room to raise the screen and see what service she'd assigned the "Uhh-Oh!" notification tone.
It wasn't Facebook.
It took him a few minutes to be clear exactly what he was looking at.
"Holy shit," he mumbled.
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New Message! From BoysMommaKrstn
Subject: Response to your post, "Ding Dong The Stupid Little bitch is gone!"
Today at 1:32 PM
Dear MadMommy1980,
My situation is a bit different from yours. But I saw your post the other day about how you are coping with your son trying to date some pinhead from his work. It resonates with me because my son is starting to date a woman from his job as well. His pinhead said, "Yes!" :(
They're going on their first date tonight! Since reading your post, I've been devouring as many of your words as I could find.
Congratulations, by the way! It sounds like you dealt with it very well! Your sneaky-yet-honest method sounds interesting, but I don't think it would work for me and my young man.
Not only did Sonny (not his name) get the date he sought, but he and I have already been through the looking glass. We had an incredible week -- the best in my life -- of cramming every spare moment with exploration of one another in every way. But then he did pretty much what you've always been afraid of your son doing: He freaked out. He insisted that we had to end things and see other people. He hounded me into accepting a date with a man my own age. I'm supposed to see the guy tomorrow.
Right now my son is getting ready to take some other woman on a date that should be with me!
I know you will understand: There's no way she can appreciate him like I do. There's no way she will be able to please and satisfy him like I can. There's no chance he will fit her like he fit inside me that beautiful week!
I don't know that I can trust in that knowledge like you have, Mads. I think he will settle for less with some slag from work, even if he knows he can have it so much better with me...because it's "wrong" to be with me.
I'm not sure I can submit to his judgment like you can with your son. My Sonny's will seems to have overwhelmed his judgment.
Any thoughts or suggestions would be welcome!
Sincerely,
BoysMommaKrstn
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The revelation that his mother was on a mother-son incest forum nearly put him on his ass. He was too stunned to know how he felt about it. But he had noticed the reference to being "sneaky-yet-honest." She was keeping huge secrets. He needed more time. More information to process it all and decide what to do. He'd adopt Mom's "sneaky" approach for now. And, like her, he'd decide how "honest" to be once he had a clear picture and a clear head.
Grant had a few hours to copy all the access information. It was plenty of time, since the laptop was logged into the incest forum as well as her e-mail. After reading the message from BoysMommaKrstn, he marked it unread. He noticed that Madeline had a password manager, but she kept the password to the manager itself on an index card in the center drawer. It was not difficult to remember "LoveGrantMyLove." He left the laptop as he'd found it, and retreated to his own laptop in his bedroom.
Madeline had been active in this strange community for years. She'd written long responses to other members' posts. She'd composed thoughts and reflections of her own. She'd occasionally entered into debates on preferred roles of mothers and sons.
Some of her earliest posts wrestled with the questions about which feelings and actions would or would not be natural. But later she seemed to move on from that. Grant found a post from eight months ago in which she poked holes in the idea that "natural" is the same thing as "right" or "moral." many members of the community chimed in on that one. The thread went on for several pages.
There were ongoing direct message conversations; mostly with women who wanted or were actively involved in intense sexual relationships with their sons. A few were sons already bedding their mothers. The sons usually fell into two camps: First, encouraging her to take a leap and confess everything to Grant. Second, inviting her to join into the mix with them and their families. Madeline never took either of these options.
The mothers seemed to have more to offer. Photos of themselves and their sons in various states of dress and sexual poses. They offered testimonials, a broad variety of kinks and fetishes. Most important, many offered sympathy and support.
In the last hour before Madeline's return from work, he came across references to several even more surprising themes (as if the theme of her wanting to worship his naked body with her own wasn't surprise enough.) Among other things, Madeline mentioned being lost in daydreams about her son. She wouldn't know what to do if something ever really happened. Would she take the opportunity or freak out? She described Grant's father as even more cruel and dismissive than he'd seen. She wrote that she suspected Gabe of cheating. But she followed the thought with the statement, "I can't manage to feel any moral outrage. I'd leap at the chance to submit to my own 'forbidden' interest." There was often that theme of wanting to submit. She dreamed of being a passive, almost submissive, partner to Grant.
He wondered if his mother had posted any photos. He'd been through a tenth of the material to be found, but his time was up.
"Heeeey! I'm hoooome!" The one woman who had known him since the day of his birth called from downstairs. Was her tone playful? Flirtatious? Grant's head was swimming from reading so much about his mother's sexual hunger.
"Hey! I'm up Here!" He called back trying not to sound like his world had been turned on its ear.
"Great! I need some help with these groceries. Do you know any big strong men who could give me a big strong hand?"
Give her a big strong hand? For a moment the weight of his newfound knowledge seemed impossible to bear. It was completely typical of his mother to ask for help in this fashion. It was totally normal. Except that it obviously wasn't and had not been normal for years. Grant would need more time to explore the library of newfound knowledge his mother had buried in the internet. But for now...
"Graaaant! Please come! I need you!"
Goddamnit! Now everything sounds like innuendo. He alt+F4-ed out of every window on his laptop, then slammed it shut. "Hang on! I'm comm...I'm on my way." A quick hustle to the top of the stairs lead to the view of his mother waiting on the landing below. She was holding a paper bag in one arm. With the other, she was stroking her shoulder-length brown hair.
Is that a self-soothing habit or a nervous tick? Didn't I read something about her hair? I'll have to look into it when I get the chance.
She was radiating happiness at the sight of her son. "Hi, sweetie."
Grant had to blink at the sight. His mother seemed to have more dimension; as if he'd only ever interacted with a cardboard cut-out of Madeline before today. Now she was a three dimensional woman with unexpected depth and feelings. Her forehead glistened with a thin film of sweat. There was even new meaning to that, her wetness.
Madeline felt the intensity of Grant's gaze. She could only wonder what it might mean. Walking on to the kitchen would break the line of sight. No one wanted that. The mother of great secrets smiled at her handsome son and swung her shoulders from side to side. "Baby?"
Grant squinted his eyes shut and shook his head. Of Course. Baby. This is my mother here. Wake up!
"Yeah. Sorry." He started down the steps towards her. "Here, give me that bag. Let's get these groceries unloaded."
His mother smiled her warmest as she handed her burden over to his care. "Okay. Here ya' go. I've got more in the car." She headed to the garage door as Grant moved towards the kitchen.
He watched her retreating figure, and a thought from last night came to him. This time the idea was more fleshed out. She's got a good frame. Good posture. Solid legs. No flat-ass; nice and round. It wouldn't take much to shed what little flab is there, and tone up the rest. A few months of light training. Or a few weeks of intensive training. Probably something in between. That plus a tweak or two to the diet, and I could have her competing with girls half her age. It was the sort of thought he would have while preparing to train a new client at the gym. Half a day ago, he might have said it to his mother's face. But now? Now everything was different. Hell, at least getting her fit would get Dad off her back. But immediately the next thought followed. Of course you know exactly who she wants ON her back AND front.
"Whatever," he said to himself aloud. Madeline was already in the garage digging out more bags. "Just stow the fucking groceries."
His head swam, overrun with new thoughts of a new world with a very new Mom. Madeline brought in the next two bags of groceries.
"You okay, Grant? You look flushed."
"Yeah, mom. It's just..." He rubbed the back of his neck, and stared at the floor "Just got a lot on my mind."
Ever the attentive and concerned mother, she stopped unpacking. "About what? Not that silly girl at work, because..."
"No. Nothing to do with her. It's all sorts of...other stuff flying around in my head."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Too much. Jumping around too fast." It was true enough, and he struggled with what he would tell.
Madeline took Grant's arm, and hugged it. His toned bicep was snug between his Mamma's mammaries. She stared at him, but he refused to make eye contact. "Take a deep breath," she urged. "Find one thought. And spit it out."
He sucked in as much air as his lungs would take. His mind focused on one particular text he'd read about how his father treated his mother. Exhaled. Reflected on the thought He'd had when he saw Madeline walking to the garage. He inhaled enough to speak, and only barely knew what he would say when it came out. "I'm going to help you get into better shape."
His mother's grip on his arm tightened and then eased. His mind felt a fair bit clearer.
Madeline's grip loosened, and she leaned back from her beloved son. "What? Wh-?"
He turned to look her In the eye. Assertive. Assured. "I don't like the shots dad takes at you about your weight."
"You think I'm fat too?" her eyes were wide with pain. She released his arm, and put a hand on her stomach.
"Not at all. I think you're wonderful as you are." She looked hesitant. "I was just thinking like a trainer. You're in good shape. With a little guidance you could be in great shape in no time. It wont take much. You've already got it all. We're going to make a beautiful woman fitter. Healthier. You know what I say. It's not about being thinner it's about being..--"
"--Healthier," she finished from him. "But your father says-"
"I know what he says." Madeline looked away, sure that Grant couldn't possibly know how vicious his Gabe could be. "I've noticed the digs he takes at you at dinner, at the cookout last summer and when you've tried to cuddle up with him on the couch." He knew there was more, but there was no way to say so without making his mother feel worse. The best he could offer was, "Don't you believe a word of it, Mom." He took a deep breath, and looked at the bags spread across the kitchen. "First thing we need to do is make some changes to the diet we keep around here."
His mother shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, sure, I'd like to..." She pinched an inch at her waistline. "...firm things up." She let her hands slide down her backside. Grant couldn't guess what she thought about her ass, but he couldn't say his opinion. At least not yet. "But," she faltered." When I think of how Dad might..."
Her son's strong hands grabbed her upper arms. He was right in front of her, staring into her face. So powerful; almost angry. "We are going to show him that he has no idea what he's been ignoring." The smile returned to Madeline's lips. "Before we're done, no one will guess that he could ever have been your husband or my father. Hell, you'll be so youthful and fit, no one will be able to guess you and I are family. Their best guess will be that he's some stranger, nothing to do with us, and I'm some boy-toy of yours."
Madeline's mouth fell open. Grant could hardly believe what he'd said either. Reading his mother's online words must have muddled his mind. He released her, and tried for a self assured tone. "Now, I want you to take the groceries out of these bags, but don't put them away. I'll go print out the diet guidelines we will be following from now on. After I bring the list, we will divide the food into regular foods, special rewards and crap that needs to get out of the house."
A meek awe shone in her eyes, and a her mouth was a brilliant smile. "Yeh...Ye...Yeah, okay. Okay, Grant." She looked away, as if her son were the sun and it hurt to stare. "Let's do it."
Madeline got to work. She focused on her assigned task.
What the fuck did I just say? What am I doing? He shook his head in disbelief. He'd never guessed he had anything like that in him. He had never even been that firm and direct with his clients. I need to get out of here. But he knew that wasn't an option. He'd said he would print out the diet list. He'd said he would help his mom separate the food. Okay. But I'll need to lie down after. This is too much.
***
I used to wear my brown hair in a cute little pageboy. The sides covered the tips of my ears. One humid summer day -- when I was struggling to understand my attraction to my son -- I came home from the salon. I spotted him in the back yard throwing a baseball around with his friends. I went to tell him I was home. His amazing body was glistening with sweat. I have no idea what any of the others looked like. I only had eyes for him. He smiled, greeting me. I felt my chest tighten and my nipples harden. I asked him how he liked my haircut. It was an excuse to keep looking at his wonderful physique. He told me it looked nice. But then he twisted his torso towards me for a careful look. The movement of muscle under his bronzing skin was hypnotizing. He said, "But I think you'd look nicer with long hair. Down to your shoulders, ya' know?"
I never got a pageboy cut again. It grew to my shoulders in the following months as my acceptance of my feelings for him grew. I have kept it long to this day, even when he is off in college. I doubt he ever noticed. He may not even remember saying anything. I wear it this way for myself; for my own knowledge. It is my silent secret show of dedication. When I run my fingers through the long hair, it is an affirmation. It is a silent whisper, "I love you."
MadMommy1980's reply to SweetDevotSon1998's public post "What Do You Do For YOUR Mom/Son?" Posted 18 months ago
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Grant took deep breaths to clear his head while he printed the list.
He and Madeline divided the groceries.
"Your father won't be happy about this," his mother warned.
"His happiness isn't my highest priority right now," he answered without looking up.
She stopped moving; staring at him again.
The good son kept inspecting produce as he spoke. "I'm not saying his happiness isn't a priority at all. I'm just saying that your happiness and all our health is higher up than his love for grease and fat."
"He won't like you trying to make that choice for him."
"He's a grown man." How many times had his dad used that statement to shrug off Grant's requests? "He can buy himself something else or prepare a meal now and then. But if your hands are picking up the food and preparing the meals, I want you to prepare meals that will bring greater health and happiness to your wonderful body."
He knew that positive statements about her shape would be an important part of helping her, as long as it was true. She did have a wonderful form. She was a healthy woman in fair shape. The dietary changes and the workouts to come would only improve things. It'll be impossible to believe Dad's criticisms.
It could also help him find clarity about his mother's shocking secret. Perhaps improved health and self-image would give her the confidence to stand up to her husband and improve her life. Maybe, as her confidence lifted, her focus on Grant would pass. Spending time together in the platonic pursuit of fitness could give him a clearer picture of his mother. Maybe she would return to seeing him only as her son.
Or will this all blow up in my face? Can it make her even hotter for me? Maybe... He struggled to face the possible converse: Could it make him hot for her? She may even reject me in a rotten stroke of irony. Whatever. If this leads to my mother being in better health -- happier, even -- then it's a good course of action.
He stood straight, and closed the fridge. "I'm going upstairs. I'll piece together a workout plan. It should be ready by tomorrow."
"Workout? You mean in the basement where you lift weights and stuff? You're gonna make me pump iron?"
"Don't worry. You won't have to do anything you can't handle. Your personal trainer will guide you all the way."
Madeline stood with her hands behind her back. It was impossible to ignore how this propped her round breasts. "Okay." She smiled at her son.
"Please don't disturb me for an hour or two. Remember: When you make dinner, make something healthy."
His mother's eyes shined; gray clouds on blue sky. Her smile shone like the dawn. "I will, sweetheart. I'll make it extra good for you."
Grants balls ached at her words. He couldn't tell if it was distress or unresolved excitement. I'm so fucked up in the head right now. "Okay. Remember: Do Not Disturb."
He went to his room. He only needed ten minutes to choose and print a workout plan for his mother. It wasn't a big deal. He would modify the plan as needed. Every remaining minute before dinner was spent in a deep dive of the many writings of MadMommy1980.
***
Well, the great restaurant critic, Craig Clairborne said, "Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love." Child's play? Adult joy? An act of love? Sounds like a fit to me.
Reply from MadMommy1980 to RoosterBoy777's public post, "How Do I Keep things Fresh With Mom? (Ideas Please!)" Posted two years ago.
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Grant knew his mom was down in the kitchen, away from her laptop. But she could be accessing the community with her phone. It didn't matter. As long as he looked without trying to move or change anything, there would be no way for her to detect his intrusion. He'd already checked her e-mail for notices of use from a new device. There had been none. The site endeavored to be exclusive in its way, but it was not a high tech system.
He didn't kid himself that he was being perfectly moral. Hell, who could claim to be moral in this situation? But this way was the kindest. The more he read his mother's secret thoughts, the more he was convinced. If I confronted her about this she would freak out. It says here that she would want me to decide what happens. I guess she wouldn't want me to lie to her, but she also seems sure and happy keeping it a secret from me. I should know what I think and want before I pop that bubble.
Even then, keeping it to myself may be best.
He read private messages and public posts. The system even made it easy to track down replies she'd written on other public posts. There were photos too. Mom had been busy.
The photos held his interest for a short while. They were mostly pictures from family parties and trips in which only he and his mother could be seen. They were fully clothed, usually embracing, and their faces were always blurred.
A single exception was the most recent picture. It showed only Madeline. She wore a blood red panties-and-bra. Her pose emphasized her full chest and minimized her waistline. Her face was blurred out like in the other pictures, but she had attached a caption: A size too small, but I can't bear to return it. My husband has never seen these. I'll only ever wear them for my man.
Grant took a long stare at his near-naked mother, and he meditated on how many times she may have been wearing that outfit beneath her clothes for him.
He moved on to the writings. There was far too much to digest before dinner. His mother desired a great many things, not just a roll in the hay with her son. She wanted to stop daydreaming so much. She yearned to feel safe in the arms of a strong man, yet free to walk on her own in her public life. She cherished the fulfillment she found in serving and sought to be appreciated for all she gave in that service. His mom dreamed of feeling desirable and sexy. And she wanted all of that with her beloved Grant.
But a common thread was the endeavor to embrace it as a hopeless fantasy.
The young fitness instructor didn't know if he was willing or able to offer all of that. But by the time his father got home and Madeline called him to dinner, Grant was resolved on one thing: His mother should have a better life.
He would at least help her improve some things. He could guide her in improving her shape, drive her towards being present; away from the daydreams. He planned to show appreciation for all the ways she had served him all these years and praise her role as a strong woman in her public life. In private? That was uncertain. But he was determined to help his mom. Her writings helped him see how.
Grant descended into the living room and was hit with the smell of rich curry. His mouth filled with saliva.
His father's voice carried from the kitchen. "Yes, you--" There was a quiet delay before he continued, "woman. I already said it smells good. I just want to know where the meat is. That will make a fine side dish, but--"
His mother came in low but the younger man could hear it on the approach. "We can skip the meat. This is healthier."
"Look, Maddie, I am all for you shedding some pounds. You want to eat like a bird? Go ahead. But I--"
"Seriously, Gabe? Does this look like bird food to you?" her tone was sharpening.
"Smells like a good family meal," Grant chimed as he entered the kitchen. He gave his mother a one arm hug, so they could stand side by side facing the stove. "What did you make, Mom?"
"It's sautéed slices of red peppers and onion in a butter curry sauce with baby spinach leaves mixed in. We'll eat it with basmati rice." In the large pan were red pepper and off-white onion strips with dark green clumps of softened spinach, all swimming in a rich yellow curry sauce.
"And no beef or chicken to eat it all with," rumbled the father.
Madeline's tall strong son squeezed gently at her waist, and ignored her husband. "Any seasoning besides the curry?"
He could feel Madeline's shoulders descend in relief at her son's embrace and support. "Just salt and pepper. I was thinking of adding a little vegetable soup bullion to round out the taste, but I don't think we'll need it."
Grant kept his right arm around his mother's waist. He reached across her body with the left hand to pick up a small fork. The younger man jabbed and scooped up a bit of each type of sauce-covered vegetable. The fork hovered between his mouth and Madeline's. He blew gently. Madeline shivered against his side. Her son put the fork in his mouth and closed his eyes.
"This is amazing, and it'll taste even better with the rice."
As Madeline nodded with enthusiasm, Gabe broke in. "Set the table, Kid. I'll need a beer with this if I'm gonna have a chance of getting full."
Grant gave his mother a quick double squeeze, and was surprised to get one back on his left hip. He hadn't even noticed his mother returning the embrace. They locked eyes, and the good son spoke loud enough for his words to seem directed at his father. "Happy to help."
He broke from Madeline, and moved to the cupboard with the flatware. His father half mumbled, "Might as well, living under my roof rent free."
Grant shook his head and set the table. As he bent to lay the first plate, a pair of soft hands reached out to take hold of his face. Madeline pulled him, bent sideways, into an awkward pose so she could kiss him on the cheek. He couldn't help smile. "Thank you," she whispered.
His cheek burned like it had been pinched. Well into the meal the sensation lasted.
***
I love how the basement smells after he's been working out. I always find an excuse to go down there after he's finished. I breathe it in and hold it inside as long as I can. If it were possible, I'd never let go of his scent.
From a direct messaging thread between MadMommy1980 and Romantriarch 20 days ago
***
Gabe ate dinner without further complaint. He wiped curry sauce from his mouth, and admitted that it had been good. He couldn't resist adding, "It would've been better with some pieces of chicken breast. But, hey, if it helps trim down your thunder thighs, I guess a meal like this once in a while is okay."
He drew back from the table so his gut could clear the tabletop when he stood with zero sense of irony.
Both Madeline and Grant watched him go without a word. The young man was stunned by his father's total lack of self-awareness. His mother was doing her best to clamp down the shame she felt at her husbands words.
Grant watched his father make his way into the den. He spoke softly, "I can't fucking believe that guy?"
Madeline looked over at her son. "What do you mean?"
The fittest person in the house stood up to start clearing the table. "I mean his belly button enters the room 30 seconds before the rest of him does, and he thinks your thighs are what needs work."
"You don't think my thighs need work?" She stood to help him clear. She studied her son's back with an artist's care for detail. She watched his shoulders shrug.
"We've all got areas that we need to improve," said the young physical trainer. He put the plates in the sink and turned to his mother. "But 'thunder thighs?' You? Pshh. No way. I've already told you: you've got a great figure. And I'm going to help you make it leaner and meaner." His words gave her a rush. "The only work we will be doing with your legs will be to make sure your lower body strength keeps up with the upper body development. Otherwise, I would say your legs don't need a thing."
"You mean working out. With your weights down in the basement, right?" She added glasses to the sink, and Grant started scooping the leftover curry veg into a plastic container.
"Yeah," he said without looking at her. "Let's get this place straightened. Then we'll go down to the basement, and I'll walk you through the basics."
"Right after we've eaten?"
"We're not going to work up a sweat tonight, Mom." There was a fraction of a beat between them as they each processed their feelings about these words. "I'm just going to introduce you to the equipment and the movements. We'll start really working out tomorrow, if that's okay with your schedule." Grant thought of his mother's online words, and said, "First I'll get my workout in, then you can come down for our time together. After that we can shower and make dinner. Sound good?"
Madeline stroked her shoulder length walnut hair and smiled.
***
The magic word is "Assertive." I want him to tell me what's going to happen and then to make sure it happens. Is that domination? I don't think of it that way, but whatever.
Reply from MadMommy1980 to a direct message from DrBabyRuthie777 two years ago
***
The basement was not big enough for three people to work in. The mother and son had enough space as long as they didn't mind close quarters.
Maddie grinned like a kid in a castle made of candy.
Grant kept it professional, but that meant occasionally putting his hands on his mother's hips, lower back, shoulders and more. He adjusted her posture as she practiced the various movements. Her hard-bodied boy re-positioned her elbows and knees as needed. Twice, he'd held her face to make sure she was keeping her neck in a proper pose. She formed a light sweat even though she wasn't lifting any weights.
Grant felt his heart rate increasing. Is it because I know what I know? Or would I be excited in any case? He took an honest look inside. No. It's Mom. She doesn't look "hot" to me. She just looks like Mom pretending to work out. He took a deep breath to center himself. But there is something else there, he had to confess. Something in her lines when she moves and bends. Beyond the loose clothes, and the rest. Once she's firmed up, she's going to be... "Whatever," he blurted at himself.
Madeline looked up, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. You've got the basic idea of what you'll be doing for starters, right?"
"Yes, I think so."
"That's all I wanted to do tonight. Neither of us is dressed for a workout."
Madeline looked up and to the right, as if in a dream. She stroked her hair and thought of wearing lingerie for a different sort of workout. She dreamed of an appreciative son praising her.
"Mom? You there?"
She snapped out of it. "Oh! Yes. Sorry about that."
Grant's eyes flattened as did his mouth. "That reminds me. There's another part of our training I want to talk with you about. Let's go back up to the kitchen."
Madeline was sorry to leave the basement, but she was pleased that there would be more to do with her son.
They ascended to the kitchen and sat next to one another at the table; tall glasses of ice water between them. The T.V. noise from the den was the only sound beside ice clinking into glass.
The young man broke their quiet, "You go into daydreams now and again." He hadn't seen her do it often, but his mother had written about it. She'd told strangers online that it helped her cope, but she feared becoming dependent on hopeless fantasies. Grant would offer her a lifeline.
Mom sipped her water and raised her eyebrows. "Mmmm?"
"It's nothing new. I've seen you get lost in thought plenty of times. But you've been doing it more since last summer. Or maybe I've just noticed it this time."
Madeline shrugged her right shoulder. "I suppose I drift off from time to time. But I don't think it happens an unusual amount." Her eyes darted down and away.
"It gives me the feeling that you're unhappy." He watched his mother take another sip. "I'm worried that you're trying to somehow escape." Maddie focused on the bobbing cube in front of her lips without a word. "Do you want to get away from this conversation? Should I go away? Leave you in peace?"
She spat her water back into the glass with wide eyes. "No! I just...I don't know what to say. I...I am not trying to escape from you, sweetheart." The television din from afar was a low buzz; to the side, but impossible to ignore.
Grant braced his forearm against the table to lean forward. This closed the gap between himself and his mother. He spoke in a low firm voice. The television noise would hide it from Gabe, but Madeline couldn't miss it. "When you and I are together -- working out or shopping together or cooking or just shooting the breeze -- I want you present. You need to be here with me." His mother's thick lips held together tight. But her eyes gleamed and darted left-right-left in hyper-focus on her son's matching grey-blue irises. "You okay with that?"
"Yes," she answered immediately.
"If you like, we can try to work on helping you be more present in general. Step out of the dreams, and be here with me. Would you like to try that?"
Before Grant had finished asking the question, his mother was panting, "Yes, I want that. I want to work on that with you."
***
RoosterBoy777: I get it. I know that fear. Both my mom and I do. But don't you think things will have to give one way or another?
MadMommy1980: What do you mean?
RoosterBoy777: I mean all this passion and fear can't build up forever. They've got to resolve somehow. What if your son made a pass at you? You'd grab him then! You'd end up tackling him and showing HIM what passion is really about!
MadMommy1980: No. The idea of taking action like that is as appealing as jumping out of a window. I could never risk it. I could mistake a loving gesture as a flirtation and ruin our relationship. Nothing is worth the danger. He's not some boy I have a crush on. He's my son. I'd rather hold my unrequited love secret and have him close. I'll take it to the grave to protect what we have.
From a recent chat thread between RoosterBoy777 and MadMommy1980
***
With paper and pencil, they assembled a workout schedule that allowed for each of their unusual schedules. Grant worked at the gym past dinner time a few nights a week, and Madeline worked at home some days. She was free all weekend, but he was needed at the gym on Saturdays. In the end they settled on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.
The next day was Wednesday. His employer had him starting late and returning home too late for dinner, so a session in the basement this evening was out of the question. Madeline had to leave early in the morning for work (as did Gabe every weekday.) This left Grant alone in the house for a few hours.
He read more material by and around MadMommy1980. It was fascinating. Posts on struggles with her feelings were engrossing. When she wrote about her desire and adoration of her son, she was direct and fiery. Her passion for him was like the gravity of a star; inescapable, undeniable, powerful and driving the course of so much of her emotional life. She enjoyed an encyclopedic collection of fantasies (he had only scratched the surface of these.) But wherever a conversation stuck a toe into the realm of acting on her feelings -- or any hope of enjoying her charming son's charms -- she shriveled and retracted. His mother never said it couldn't happen in the real world. But the idea of trying petrified her.
Her conversation with some guy calling himself RoosterBoy777 made that clear.
Grant wanted to talk to this part of his mother, but he knew that approaching her about this directly would be a mess. He needed special tools for this job.
He needed to head to work soon, so he only had time to create one fake account on the community site. It would be ready to ask Maddie questions or give suggestions from afar. He named it JaneRabbit1982, a "single" (meaning she was not physically intimate with her son) mother; curious about the flirtatious interest her son has shown, but hesitant to act. He could always make more if he saw a need.
At work he felt stronger. The customers responded to him with more positivity than usual (though they were always cordial at a minimum.) He noticed Patricia looking at him from across the main floor where they both circulated to assist clients in need. He had expected to feel embarrassed when he saw her again, but he felt no shame. Why should I? I just asked her out on a date. I never begged. The matter, he realized, was peripheral to larger matters in his life.
He focused on doing his job. When he had a break, he pondered about how to use JaneRabbit1982 to reach his mom. He'd be home late tonight, so he wouldn't want to go on the laptop. Rest would be the priority, and fiddling around with that community never lead to a restful state. Tomorrow morning won't work either with mom home and a regular shift here at the gym. Maybe tomorrow night, or some time after that. Until then JaneRabbit1982 will have to stay silent. I guess she could be reading Mom's public posts until then. After his break, he spotted Patricia watching him from afar for the third time.
He smiled at her and waved. Then he turned his attention to show a septuagenarian which muscle group she should be using for her machine. He didn't watch for Patricia's response. The old lady smiled a row of yellowed teeth, but her eyes sparkled like a young girl.
He got home long past dinner time, as per his schedule. His father was long gone to bed, but Mommy was waiting up for him in the half-lit kitchen. She heated up tonight's dinner, as she did most Mondays and Wednesdays. She brought him a bowl of piping hot minestrone soup, light on the salt. It was served to him with a small side plate of rice with last night's curry veggies. It was an odd combination, but it worked.
Madeline was dressed down in a loose pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. She stood across the table from him.
"Your father insisted on white bread to sop up the soup, but I skipped it. I can get some for you If you like."
"No thanks. The rice will be enough grains and starch for me."
"Okay." She took a seat.
"Remember, this diet isn't designed for losing weight," he said before scooping up a spoonful of minestrone.
"Yeah, I remember. Healthy, not skinny. And the workouts are going to be key."
"Right. I'm proud of you already, though. Eating healthier like this. It's great."
She slid her hand halfway across the table and tapped the wood between them. "Thanks, kiddo. I'm proud of you too."
They downshifted to small talk. How was work? Fine, and yours? Good. Good. Eventually that disintegrated, and the pair enjoyed the warm, quiet and dark kitchen together. He sipped. She watched him. She tried her best not to daydream. He enjoyed the food more than he could remember enjoying a meal in the last weeks or even months.
When her son was nearly done eating, Madeline stood to go to bed. "I was busy on the computer after dinner, so I'm pretty bushed."
"I'll clean up here, go on," Grant said with warm soup sliding down his throat.
She rounded the table, stood beside his chair and hugged his head against her chest. There was nothing lustful or flirtatious about the gesture. This was love, plain and simple.
He let his spoon clatter in its bowl, and shifted in order to get his arms around his mother's waist. They held each other in the semi-dark for longer than either had anticipated. With a full stomach and his mother's warm arms holding his head between her breasts, Grant felt at home in a way that was familiar and yet new.
The embrace endured so long that he got past the mixture of scents: soup, curry, Mom's perfume and both of their bodies natural scents lingering beneath. They hugged beyond the physical sensations: Her cuddly shirt against his cheek, the bulging of her bosom beneath, her soft waist under his fingertips and the swelling of her hips and ass under his forearms. His eyes were closed. More than anything he heard the sledge hammer of her heart.
It was pounding out a strong rhythm, too hard and fast for a relaxing good-night embrace.
Of course, he knew why. She was titillated by their closeness. She's feeling more than just her son in her arms.
Suddenly the breast that rubbed his face through his mother's thin T-shirt held much more meaning than a soft pillow. Those hips took on a shape that indicated much more than his gateway into the world. He listened to her heart beat. She held still in his arms and transformed in his mind: Mother became woman and more. He opened his eyes and searched -- against his best judgment -- for a bump in the fabric that might indicate a hard nipple.
Her heart rate increased, but Madeline loosened her grip on her son's head. "Good night," she murmured. He would never have caught the tremble in her voice if he hadn't known to listen for it.
The embrace broke. Up the stairs she retreated.
***
MM, sitting across your strapping young man's lap at that cookout, you look like a blushing bride to me. I love how tight you have your arms around his neck. I can imagine his broad grin beneath the Photoshop blur. Even with him not suspecting, you two look like a match made in...well...some otherworldly place. You two will be a perfect fit when you finally come together as you SO CLEARLY SHOULD!
Response by Romantriarch to a MadMommy1980 photo post
***
Thursday Madeline worked from home. Grant worked a normal shift, and got home a few hours ahead of dinner. This gave him time for a light snack and a workout in the basement before calling his mother down for her instruction.
She wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She broke eye contact to look aside and inhale a deep breath through her nose. He stifled a smirk. He knew she was taking in his scent. He'd arranged things so she could. A little something to put her in the mood to work.
"You may overheat in that sweatshirt, Mom."
She shrugged. "Yeah, but I'll sweat a whole lot out before I do. You may be interested in health, but your mamma wants to shed some weight while she's at it. If I get too hot I'll take off the sweatshirt. I've got a T-shirt underneath. You won't get creeped out seeing your mom all sweaty, right?"
"I expect you to sweat. But you don't need to be soaked by the end."
Madeline smiled. "You're the coach! I'm clay in your hands!"
He guided her through a light stretch routine. Her enthusiasm was infectious. Once she was lifting real weights, he had to remind her to slow down.
"You've got to resist the urge to overdo it on the first workout. Sore muscles are inevitable, but there's no need for it to be crippling." Her focus was impressive. "You're doing great, Mom. I can see how present you are. It's good to have you here."
She smiled, and a gasp of exertion escaped between her teeth. Wet spots appeared on the sweatshirt. It was similar to their practice run two days ago. At first she was simply Mom in her lumpy sweatsuit. But as the sweatshirt clung to her chest, the curves of the woman were revealed. He wasn't seeing anything that belonged in a dirty magazine, but it all hinted at the shape she would achieve if she continued to eat well and exercise regularly.
Madeline finished the last set without needing to remove her sweatshirt. But when "Coach G" told her they were done, she lifted it up and off in a flash. The T-shirt beneath was a soaked dark blue cotton piece; not even a little bit transparent. Did I hope it would be transparent? Am I dissapointed it's not? Yes. At the center of his chest Grant felt a pang of let down. The detailed contours of his mother's breasts would not be on the menu this evening.
They returned to the kitchen. He saw that his mother had left a plate of thin salted zucchini slices. Beads of bitter moisture had accumulated atop them.
"Sweetheart, could you dab those zucchinis with a clean towel for me while I run up to my room for some fresh clothes?"
"Sure, Mom."
"Cool. If you don't mind holding off your shower a few minutes, it would be great if you could chop up a couple of onions too."
"No problem. Do you want me to mince up a clove of garlic while I'm at it?"
"No, I like to do that right before I put it in. Hey, I was pretty focused today, right?"
"Yes. I was very impressed."
"Not a daydream the whole time, and not even now."
"That's right. That's the way it should be."
"But I'm allowed to daydream while I'm in the shower."
Grant was caught up short at the suggestion. His mother grinned at his stunned expression.
"Don't bother answering, hon. You're the boss down there," she pointed at the door to the basement. "But my mind goes where it wants when I'm up there." She moved her pointer up to indicate the bathroom attached to her bedroom.
***
New Message!
From JaneRabbit1982
Subject: Hesitant too
Today at 22:32 PM
Dear MadMommy1980
I've only signed up onto this site a few days ago, but I've had time to read several of your posts. Like you, I have not engaged in any sort of adult play with my son. Like you, I'm worried about the ramifications. I'm afraid of losing him and what we already have.
The difference is that my son has been showing signs of interest. At least I think he has. He's been handsy, flirtatious and kissing my face a lot in a playful way. When we have the closed mouth kisses we would normally have (saying good night or when one of us leaves for work or school) he holds me tighter and keeps the kisses longer than what I'd call normal.
I'm struggling to get clear about how I feel about his advances; or if these are really advances at all. My body is responding to his touches and flattery. Do you think that means my mind and heart are responding too?
Your posts reflect the care and hesitation that I feel.
How were you able to fully embrace your feelings for your son? When do you think you will know it is time to open up?
I'm sure the decisions come down to the individual, but your thoughts may help me frame my own.
Respectfully Yours,
JaneRabbit1982
***
Gabe was disgruntled at yet another meal without meat. His wife sat calm and hard. No compromise. She agreed that meat may return to her repertoire, but she wouldn't commit to when that might be. The friction was so rought that no other conversation seemed possible.
Finally, Grant put a hand on his mother's thigh. "Tomorrow's Friday, Mom. A bit of chicken breast wouldn't hurt."
Madeline's face went from stubborn to cheerful in a blink. "Okay, sweetheart. I guess you're right. I'll pick it up on my way home from the office tomorrow."
Gabe's mouth fell open, but no zucchini fell out. He watched his wife smile at their son and stroke his shoulder.
"What the hell are you fawning all over him for? Have you gone nuts Madeline? I'm the one who..."
She cut him off with an acid glare. "Or maybe it should wait until Saturday." Gabe's mouth shut and his eye bulged. "Or I could just make one portion for Grant. The parents can have a nice salad."
Shit, Grant thought. When was the last time he'd seen his mother this fierce.
His father's face went red as a radish. He threw his napkin onto his plate and stood.
"Come on, Mom. Be nice. Chicken for everyone." Both his parents turned to stare at him; His mother with adoration, his father with disbelief. "Friday night dinner."
"If that's what you really want, Baby," his mother purred.
The patriarch growled, "Stupid cow doesn't know who..." as he stormed off.
Madeline turned towards her husbands retreating back, and opened her mouth to respond. But she felt her son's grip squeeze her thigh twice. "Hey," he said low into her ear. "Let's just be glad he's gone."
She turned to him with a wounded look. "Did you hear what he called me?"
"He is gone, Mom," Grant said, still holding tight to her thigh. "That means you're just here with me." Her features softened at his words. "And, what do you need to be when you are with me?"
His mother's wounded look shifted to veneration. "I need to be present when I'm with you."
Grant was stunned at his own composure and forcefulness. Where is this coming from? Mom's writing? Is it a reaction to how pissed off I am at Dad right now? All of the above, probably.
"That's right," he gave her thigh another gentle squeeze. "It's lucky for me that he left."
"Yeah?"
"Sure. For the rest of dinner, I've got you all to myself." He smiled, and he was surprised at just how wide it spread. His mother matched his grin with a radiant joy, and her legs spread slightly to help him keep his grip.
By and large the rest of the evening was pleasant. Gabe left for a bar he said made great chili cheese fries. The mother and son cleaned the kitchen and filled it with soft conversation.
"I'm enjoying how close you've been the last few days," Maddie murmured. "It's been great."
He tipped an imaginary Stetson at her and said, "All part of the service ma'am."
"Aw, shucks," she role played back. "But I hope you know that you don't have to. I would hate to think you were staying close because you feel obligated."
"No, Mom. I mean it when I say it's part of the service. It's part of the plan. The diet change and the workouts are two thirds. The last piece is keeping close as support; to encourage you to build up the habit of staying present.
"You've started drifting away. Dad seems to get meaner."
"Oh, He's always --"
"We need to build you up, Mom. He will either get with the program, or he will back off."
"The plan is a program now?" His mom's soft voice took on a flirtatious lilt.
"Yeah," her son chuckled back. "And the name of the program is Madeline Bloom getting fitter, physically and mentally. The physical part is in the basement and kitchen. The mental part is me keeping close and keeping you present."
"Well it seems to be working. My focus has really improved even over the last few days. It's made work smoother and more enjoyable too."
"That's great! I'm so happy to hear that!" His hands rested on his hips in pride, and he resembled the old superman pose. Adorable, she thought at the sight. Then the young man clapped his big hands, and said, "I nearly forgot to tell you. It seems to be working on me too. Something interesting happened at work."
The covetous mommy was wary when her son described the gym's top dumbbell, precious Patricia, showing increased interest in her young man. But Grant described an unexpected indifference to the skinny blond. Maddie had to clench her jaw to hold back how thrilled she was, but her big boy couldn't miss the sparkle in her eye.
She wanted to jump on him and cover him with kisses. The daydream couldn't be held back. In her mind she wrapped her legs around him.
"Mom? Helloooo. You there?"
Madeline cleared her throat to force her mind back to the moment. "I guess I still have to work on staying present. Y'know, I'm getting tired. I want to take a shower, and I have some messages...e-mails I was hoping to take care of before bed."
"Oh. Sure. Me too. I mean, the plan is to hang closer and more often, but not every second. I'll take a quick shower before I head to my room to goof around on my laptop for a while."
She felt dizzy at the idea of the two of them showering at the same time. They would be in different rooms, of course. But they'd be only a few meters apart. We'll both be soaking wet and naked. And I'll be thinking about... She cleared her throat again."Good. Okay. Well, if I don't see you before one of us falls asleep--" she stepped up to give him a light hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek. Her son pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed the top of her head. She felt an erection pressing against her stomach. It poked, rigid against her soft belly. This manhood was much bigger than the one she'd know for decades. She couldn't help questioning if it was actually a penis. What else could he have down there? A jumbo sized remote control?
Her body started to tingle. In a second her nipples would be like diamonds. In two, she'd be wet between her thighs.
"G'night," escaped in a sluggish note from her throat. She put her hands on his hard chest, and pushed out of the hug.
***
JaneRabbit1982,
Welcome to the community. I think you'll find everyone here open and warm. I have, and that's speaking from a few years of membership.
I don't know if I can be much help to your situation, though. My son has been extra loving and attentive lately as well, though I cannot say he's been handsy or flirty. He says he wants to help me and to be there for me. It makes me weak in the knees.
I've told you about that in order to tell you this: I do not plan on doing anything that might jeopardize our relationship. I can't know what he thinks or wants, and he means too much for me to gamble.
You mentioned your body's response to your son's flirtation, and asked if it indicates anything about your frame of mind about him. Of course it does! Imagine someone you hate touching you and kissing you that way. Could your body get excited in a context of revulsion? We don't get wet and they don't get very hard if there is no mental/emotional excitement.
Understanding this about human beings (and yourself) is important. It's a huge part of answering your other question about how I hadto embrace my feelings for my son.
But none of that means we have to endanger our families by acting on those feelings.
You asked how I will know when it is time to open up? I don't know. I doubt I could ever open myself up. My hairs go up at the thought. My fight-or-flight instinct kicks in whenever it seems like something might happen between us. I can't say how it should be for you and yours. But if my son wants what's inside, he'll have to open me up slow and sure.
From MadMommy1980's first reply to JaneRabbit1982
***
On Fridays all three Blooms worked the normal 9 to 5 shift at their respective jobs. For all intents and purposes, it was a normal day. Everyone was cordial as they got clean, clothed and caffeinated. They left for their jobs at approximately the same time.
The Bloom men arrived home at nearly the same time. Gabe regarded his son with a cautious distance Grant had never seen before. He wasn't cold. It didn't seem to be fear. He was waiting to see...something.
Before the son could broach the subject with his father, Madeline arrived in high spirits.
"I've got chick-EN. For the Bloom MEN. And I'm ready for the weekEND!"
"Ah," Grant said with fake self-pity. "The song of a woman who gets the whole weekend off work. Go ahead. Rub it in. ONE of us has to work a the gym on Saturdays."
Gabe cracked a smile. "Suck it up, buddy. Not everyone can have the good life like your mom and me."
"Yeah," Madeline joined in. "You can handle it. You're young and strong."
In truth, Grant's odd schedule didn't bother him, and his parents knew it. In an unrehearsed -- near instinctive -- decision, mother and son chose this time to smooth the father's feathers. Gabe already looked far less weary. He was going to get the meaty dinner he wanted. His wife neither ignored him nor glared at him. And -- if only in play -- he could take the role of the man at the top; the king in his castle.
Grant offered to help his mother cook. She waved him off, and said she wanted his father to chop some onions with her for his chicken dinner. Their son smiled as he disappeared into the basement for his workout while his mother started dinner preparations. He finished, sweaty and satisfied. There was time for a quick rinse before it was time to eat.
Grant came down in shorts and T-shirt with wet hair. His father way laying the last fork on the table, and his mother was entering from the basement.
"After handling raw chicken," she explained, "I wanted to put the hand towels in the washer right away.
"Makes good sense," agreed her son. He kept his smile warm and friendly. But he was choking down a more knowing grin. He knew the real reason she'd gone down there.
Dinner was served: Slices of chicken breast sauteed with butter and a French seasoning mix Madeline had ordered some weeks ago. It was served with pan seared potatoes, prepared with rosemary and a pinch of dill. It was delicious but otherwise unremarkable. Gabe pontificated on television shows neither his son nor wife watched, and listed which ones featured the hottest looking actresses. Mother and son kept their eyes on their plates, and made sounds that interested people would have made. When the patriarch of the household made his way to the fridge for a fresh beer (still raving about the gorgeous redhead in one of the CSI shows) Grant caught his mother's attention. When she looked at his face, he rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. The price of peace. He wanted to say it aloud. Both knew he couldn't. Madeline smiled at her son, and shot him a wink.
He winked back, and they heard the fridge door shut.
When all were full, Gabe said, "In honor of our return to eating real food, I will clear the table. Grant, pack up the leftovers and leave them to cool on the counter." He rose from his chair, the magnanimous king from his throne.
Madeline stayed in her chair and watched the men work. I guess I should enjoy this while I can. It's not likely to survive tomorrow night's vegetarian chili. Her son saw her watching and smiling. He put a hand on her shoulder to say, "It's good to see you here with us and happy."
It was the first time she'd felt her son's touch all day.
"I need to take a shower and change. I may stay up there and take care of a few e-mails when I'm done.
Both men agreed.
She went up the stairs to be sure her face wouldn't reveal the reaction she was feeling. Just a hand on her shoulder and a few words in her ear. It was startling how wet she was; how quickly her juices flowed for him.
***
It's been less than a week, and I already have more energy than before. It must be a mixture of the adjusted diet, the few workouts we've done and the close management of my "Big Coach." In any case, I'm running now too. I've been taking the steps at work all week. I have to get up and move whenever I have a break. I promised my son I wouldn't check my weight, but I'm sure I can already see some difference in the mirror. The extra bits are still there around my waist, and my ass hasn't shrunk. But it all looks tighter. When I hold my stomach tight, I can see shadowy hints at where the abdominal muscles lie beneath. It could be my imagination. But it's a perception (accurate or not) that drives me to keep going and doing more!
Who knows how irresistible a mother can make herself when she's got the right kind of motivation?
New post from MadMommy1980
***
Saturday, Grant didn't need to be at work until 1. His parent's were weekday workers only, so it was no surprise that his father was in the den and his mother was coming down the steps. He was cleaning up the remnants of his lunch when Madeline walked through the kitchen in black jogger's shorts and a tight red-orange top. Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail.
He couldn't help doing a double take. "Woah! What's this about?"
She kept walking through to the living room, looping her ear buds behind her neck. "Oh," she said as if she'd forgotten to pick off a piece of lint. "I'm going running. My own little addition to the workout. Didn't I tell you?"
"No you didn't." He was smiling and staring at her bare legs. Their smooth shape was lovely, though they didn't bulge with muscle tone. Her ass spread the shorts wide, but this only made her waistline look smaller. Not all women could rock an hourglass figure like Madeline Bloom. "But it sounds like a great idea, as long as you don't wear yourself out or make yourself too sore for our workout tomorrow."
She opened the front door, and turned to smile again at her young coach. "It's just a little run, babe. Don't worry about a thing. I'll have a hot bowl of chili waiting for you when you get home from work tonight. And I'll be more than ready for our basement time tomorrow."
She didn't wait for a reply. The cagey mom stepped out of the house, and Grant went to the door to watch her go. There was a clear bounce in her step. And that bounce made her shorts move in a certain way that left a powerful impression on her son.
He turned back into the house to get ready to go. He grumbled to himself, "Fuck. I've gotta go work for eight hours trying not to think about that."
***
...I take your meaning about how lies and secrets build walls between us. I suspect that is a part of the distance between me and my husband, though...
...right: I want to connect with my son, not create "structures that disconnect." But these walls -THIS secret -- protects...
...second point genuinely challenging. Would I want him lying to me? Keeping secrets from me? In principal, I would not. But I trust him. I think that he would do so in order to protect me and us.
...important if I can understand his motive...said many times, context is crucial. Is he playing a game at my expense, or is he...
...if it is to preserve or improve our relationship or even...I could forgive it.
Hell, I could imagine a scenario in which I'd be grateful for his discretion.
Parts of a conversation thread between MadMommy1980 and JaneRabbit1982
***
Saturday night Grant got home late, as per his schedule. The chili was there as promised. His father was getting ready for bed without speaking to anyone. His mother kept him company and watched him eat.
"This is great. No beef in here, eh?" His mother smiled a wicked smile at her hands on the table between them. "I guess Dad wasn't happy about that."
She shrugged a shoulder. "Nothing I couldn't handle." They could hear Gabe's heavy steps on the floor above. "He's been giving me the silent treatment. Let him think it bothers me."
After her titters died down, Grant said, "Mom, you know that we don't have to be vegetarians to get in shape. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. You can include some meat in some meals if it makes your life with Dad easier, and you won't necessarily be making yourself unhealthy in the process."
"I know. I've been looking into it in my own time too. But this is healthier than if I'd included the ground beef."
"Sure. Still plenty of protein and fiber." He scooped another spoonful into his mouth. "Mmm. Hmm." He swallowed. "And you've made it delicious and spicy too."
"Good. You keep maneuvering Mommy in a healthy direction. I'll worry about what I serve to whom and how."
They each went to bed after an extra-long hug.
Sunday was a free day for all three Blooms. Grant slept in. Madeline seemed more exuberant after last night's sleep; bubbly. She decided to take a late morning run and invited Grant to join her.
He declined. "I still need my coffee and a little time to wake up."
She pouted at her son's answer. "Oh. That's too bad. I was hoping you'd come with me."
"Maybe next time."
"I guess you're scared that you can't keep up with mommy, huh?"
"Sure," he said, refusing to take the bait. "That must be it. Tell you what, I'll hit the weights in the basement while you're out. We can do your workout while we're both still warm."
The idea of training downstairs with Grant's musk in the air perked his mother right up. "Okay! See you later, sweetie."
"Have fun. Keep safe. Don't over..." he trailed off as his mother shut the door behind her.
Gabe left the house while Madeline was out on her run and Grant was in the basement pumping iron. He didn't tell anyone which bar he was visiting. His absence wasn't a problem.
Madeline descended the stairs into the scent that turned her on more than chocolate or champagne. Her well-toned son was grunting through the final reps of his last set. The sound revved her engine almost as much as the smell.
They were both sweaty. Grant reached for a nearby towel and water bottle. He wiped himself down and re-hydrated. His mother scooted past him in her damp t-shirt and shorts. She grabbed a small paper bag next to the washer and took it to the attached storage area.
"You ready to start?" he said loud enough to be heard in the other room.
"Stay over there!" she called back. "I'm not training in these loose wet things. I got something else for our workouts."
Wow! Sounds like she took JaneRabbit1982's advice. Good thing I created MomsHonestMan to second her advice. Through the to accounts he had responded eagerly to MadMommy1980's post about getting into shape. To his surprise Romantriarch and BoysMommaKrstn jumped on the bandwagon, urging MadMommy1980 to get a nice tight outfit for her private mother/son training sessions. Those two accounts were attached to real people with whom he had no contact.
When Madeline stepped into the doorway, he couldn't have been more impressed. The tropical patterned and colored boy-shorts held tight to her skin, and affirmed her thighs had little fat to lose. When she spun around, he could see her caboose was held nicely in place. The matching top had a close collar, so no skin could be seen of her chest. But the fabric held so close that one could see his mother had plenty to offer on top.
And she wants to offer it all to me.
If any other woman stepped to him like this, his hands would be on her in seconds. His mouth would be on her shortly after. He'd be testing the elasticity of those boy shorts within minutes.
But it can't happen, he reminded himself. Even if I was sure I wanted that (which I'm not.) It would scare her away. He remembered her online words: My fight-or-flight instinct kicks in whenever it seems like something might happen between us...if my son wants what's inside then he'll have to open me up, slow and sure.
There was only room enough to say, "Mom, you look incredible!"
She thanked him, and they hugged. She bounced up and down, rubbing her chest against his. A second later, she retreated; realizing what she was doing. She struggled not to sprint out of the basement.
Before she could retreat, Grant clapped his hands and said, "Let's get to it."
They worked out: Madeline was focused and driven. She drove her fears away with determination to make the most of the workout and these moments; to enjoy her son's touch and work her body into one he could best enjoy touching.
They showered: Individually of course. But neither was far from the other's thoughts in their hot wet stalls.
They prepared dinner: Light and playful. Plenty of hip bumping and careful smiles.
They ate together: In this mood the mother and son had built, sticks and ashes would have tasted good. But their meal was as nutritious as it was tasty.
Gabe came home, not hungry. "Had burgers at the bar." He wouldn't be interested in the vegetarian chili unless it was spread over a jumbo hot dog. With extra melted cheddar.
That was fine by the other Blooms. He could pick up hot dogs for himself on Monday. "But you're working at home Mondays, Madeline. Can't you pick some up when you get a minute?"
"I'll see what I can do. It's important that I get my work done while I've got the house to myself." She knew that when she got a minute, she would go for a run. There was something she was considering buying, but it wasn't hot dogs.
***
...lurking around this community for months...convince myself it was only kinky curiosity... amazing confessionals... hope they are true... thrilling photos... what mothers and sons can be to/for one another... admit to myself... love for my son goes beyond the normal. Beyond what is natural... decided to reach out.
From the first public post by MadMommy1980
***
Monday, Grant worked the late shift at the gym. His mother had been locked away that morning, trying to get work done for her job. When he got home after 9:30 at night, she confirmed that she had gone for a run and that dinner was waiting for him. It was the best spinach lasagna he'd ever tasted.
"Did Dad get to eat any of this, or did he get those hot dogs?"
"I made a dish based around the recommendations my son and coach gave me. I'm going to keep serving up what you want. That's my choice. Today. Tomorrow. As long as I can." She smiled, but her son couldn't return it.
"Was he mad?"
"Remember last week, when you said, 'His happiness isn't my highest priority right now'?"
"Sure. But I don't want to go out of my way to hurt him either."
She nodded. It was reasonable. Then she nailed him to his chair with a hard stare. "I think you're old enough and involved enough in my health/fitness pursuits to know this: I reminded him this evening about an agreement we made decades ago. As long as I agree to play the traditional role and take on responsibility for making dinner, I have final say in what is served. If he ever wants something I don't feel like making, he is free to take over dinner preparations. He only needs to let me know early enough in advance."
"Sounds reasonable," Grant said, trying not to gulp at his mother's intensity.
"That is a good answer, Grant. Your father's answer was not so good. He said, and I quote, 'Just because I married a fat cow doesn't mean I have to eat like one. Go ahead and work off that lard, Maddie. I'll be glad when it's gone. But at least three to four nights a week I want meat on my table.' Charming as always. Before the conversation ended he called me a stupid bitch and an ungrateful cunt. Now, why you are so worried that I mighthurt that son-of-a-bitch's feelings by making him a healthy and tasty meal. Seven. Goddamned. Nights. A week." Her face was red, and her eyes shimmered with fury and tears.
It was incredible how quickly Grant's empathy for his father could be flushed from his system. He stood up, and leaned over to squeeze his mother. "My gods, I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Mom."
She hugged him back, and murmured, "It's okay, baby. You didn't know. I've always kept the worst of it from you. Huh. I probably still will."
He broke their embrace to look his mother in the eye and ask, "What did you say to him after that?"
For a moment the dedicated mom looked embarrassed. She said, "Oh... You don't need to hear that."
"Did you give as well as you got? Please tell me you told him to fuck off or something like that."
"Grant, It's not important what I said."
"If I don't know that justice was done, I'm going up there to kick his ass."
"No!"
"Then tell me what you said. I can't just let this go, Mom."
"Okay. Sit down, okay? I...I said something like, "If I'm a cow, and you're so crazy for meat, then you can break your years-long fast and finally..." she coughed, and looked away. "...eat me."
Someone should. I don't know if I could be that one, but this is a woman who deserves a long deep open mouth kiss on her--
"Hun?" Madeline's head tilted. She watched him with a mix of entertainment and care.
The distracted son snapped out of his stupor, and laughed at himself. "I guess I'm the one who needs to work on staying present."
Next came Tuesday: Grant's day off. Madeline worked at her office 9 to 5. By the time she got home, her son had the gym warmed up for her. She went right down with him, and pulled in a deep breath through her nose without explaining a thing. The ever-fitter mother changed into her tight workout clothes in the attached storage area.
They worked hard. Grant checked several times that she was present. Maddie was there with him every time.
There was time for showers before dinner because there was still plenty of spinach lasagna from the night before. It took a moment to season a mixed salad with extra virgin olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper.
Gabe did not dare complain. The simple truth was that the food was outstanding.
Wednesday Grant worked late while Madeline and Gabe both worked 9 to 5. There was no mother/son workout, so the dedicated mother went for a run an hour or so after dinner. There had been no meat on the table. Mother and son sat together in the late night kitchen as she served him. He didn't bring up his father, and she offered no insights.
Thursday everyone worked a normal schedule. Mother and son squeezed in their workout. They ran long on time. Madeline had bought a second workout outfit, "This way I don't have to go crazy cleaning the one outfit over and over or else letting it stink up the place." It was boy-shorts and a tight top again. This set featured blue, purple and gray shapes puzzled together like a Chagall stained class window. Her son couldn't help gushing about how incredible his mom looked. She loved every second of his praise. It wasn't just the tight new clothes. Grant could see signs of his mother's tight new body. It was in details he knew to look for (thanks to her online communications with characters real and fictional,) but it was definitely there to see.
Her leg muscles were better defined; her shoulders and arms as well. Her ass still looked round and juicy, but it held against gravity better than it had a week or two ago. And she may have been holding in her stomach under her son's inspection, but it was clearly a smaller harder core than when they'd begun.
"Your body is already firming up. Your progress is phenomenal."
"All thanks to my sculptor." She grinned, stroking her hair and staring up at him like a teenager would look at the boy of her dreams. She went in for a hug.
A late start meant a late finish. The Blooms showered after calling in an order for pizza to recoup the time. Not every meal has to be super healthy.
Gabe was there to pay the delivery guy when the pizzas arrived. His wife and son dried and dressed upstairs. He brought the pies to the kitchen, and opened the boxes. One had just mushroom. The other offered spinach, feta cheese and onion. He was not surprised. Neither was he happy.
The Bloom patriarch sat clenching his teeth at the table. He refused to speak. He especially refused to admit that the spinach/feta/onion pizza was good. He held his tongue, and the others knew he was angry.
The silent treatment, Grant thought. Then Madeline's voice bubbled up in his mind. Let him think we hate it.
The youngest Bloom looked at his mom. She was smiling at him and nibbling at the tip of her slice. The playful beauty of her pose triggered a familiar reaction in his gut and groin.
But the thought that usually followed such moments didn't come. When was the last time he'd had a skeptical thought about what he could/would do for his mother? The answer, Monday, arose in his mind like Madeline's voice a moment earlier. Somewhere along the last 3 days his doubts had washed away. She was lovely and focused on him while ignoring her husband's rage. This woman had no doubts about what she wanted, but she had her limits on what she was willing to do about it. When had the doubts gone? He wasn't sure. But they were gone. His path was certain.
She looks so happy. I'm gonna make her a lot happier. I have to be careful; don't scare her off. Take an assertive role in making it happen. Assertive, not aggressive.
He leaned aside to take hold of her thigh. It immediately spread from its firm twin to encourage his hold on her. "You look great, Mom. The diet change and the running and the workouts are really paying off!"
Gabe turned in response to his son's words, and looked at his wife. His eyebrows rose in appreciation of something he hadn't noticed before.
Too late, shit head. The thought passed through his skull like a train in the night; unremarked and undeterred.
Madeline only had eyes for Grant. "Thank you so much, honey. I couldn't have done it without my big strong coach." She giggled like a girl while, under the table, she stroked his hand on her thigh.
He released her leg to reach up and stroke her shoulder length brown locks. "You've been easy to coach." Her face was turned completely towards Grant, hidden from Gabe. Only her son could see how her eyes slid shut with pleasure. "You always follow my instructions perfectly, Mom." Her gray-on-blue eyes popped open on her beloved boy. "Keep it up," he continued, "and we'll achieve more than you ever thought we could."
***
...spanking, maybe. It depends a lot on context... what it means to him when he does it... punishing me for past wrongs (not into it) or playing with me (yes!)? Asserting possession and desire (yes!) or trying to suppress my will (no, thanks)?
...not interested in humiliating or being humiliated... aggression and pain aren't my thing... written elsewhere, I would be happy to submit. I relish in serving him, even though he is unaware of my deeper feelings. I've written it many times: Whatever he wants. However he needs me... And, yeah, if he's doing it for us, then I'd be happy to bend over for my son's strong hand.
from MadMommy1980 in a private conversation thread with DrBabyRuthie777
***
This Friday was like most. Everyone worked 9 to 5. Madeline served Mexican bean soup with guacamole. It was spicy, hardy and filling. Gabe kept a neutral expression, playing at the strong and silent type. This worked well for the whole Bloom family. Thursday had worn out Grant's mother, so she retired to her bedroom laptop early.
Saturday, Grant went to work the later hours at the gym while his parents relaxed. He got home not long past 9 at night. His father was stewing in his La-Z-Boy. His mother was stewing up a Hungarian ragout she'd found online called "Letscho." It smelled rich with tomatoes, onions and a bunch of other veggies.
"Y'know what, Madeline?" the father growled.
"Am I Madeline again, now that our son is home?" his mother called back. "Have I stopped being a farm animal?"
"I wish," Gabe snapped back. Grant's eyes bulged, but before he could act, his father continued. "I was going to say that you are right." The recently returned son held himself back. "I can't stand another herbivore meal," the disgruntled husband barked. "And I will have to take matters into my own hands."
Hard young biceps clutched, and he felt his hands clench into fists of their own accord. If his father thought taking things into his own hands meant force or violence, then he'd make sure Gabe was exclusively on the receiving end of it.
But fists were not needed. Pappa Bloom said, "I'm going to make dinner tomorrow night. Don't fucking bother bringing your goddamned sprigs and leaves. I ate your weird soup thing tonight, but tomorrow there will be beef!"
Neither the mother nor the son knew what to say. 'There will be beef'? What a fucking clown he's become. Grant shook his head, and said, "I'm going to take a quick shower before I eat, if it you don't mind me taking the time."
"I'll make time for you, baby," Madeline chimed in.
"Thanks, Mom. Now, I expect you will both behave while I'm gone." This didn't get even a chuckle.
He moved to bring his gym bag to the basement first, but Madeline intercepted him. "I'll bring it down for you. Go have a nice shower. I know I enjoyed mine after my run this afternoon."
"Good job. Glad to hear it,"
"Oh give me a break," moaned Gabe to himself.
Maddie and her son were both still holding straps of the gym bag.
"If he gives you any kind of trouble, and you need me..." he started in a low soft tone, for mom's ears only.
She leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. "It's fine. Go on."
After the shower, Grant ate with gusto. His father stared at the television in the den. The Letscho was okay. Not great. Gabe capitalized on this. He bragged about how much better Sunday night's dinner would be.
The young trainer felt bushed once he had a full stomach. He retired to his room, and checked messages.
MadMommy1980 had not yet responded to MomsHonestMan's encouragement. He'd congratulated her for buying a second workout outfit, and insisted that one or two more couldn't hurt. "They may even help!"
But JaneRabbit1982 did get a concerning message from MadMommy1980. Madeline wrote to say her husband had started hinting around that he wanted sex. She felt conflicted about it. After years of feeling neglected, the opportunity was here. Yet she passed every time.
Grant sure could have been fooled considering the blow-up he'd walked into that night. Then again, maybe the fight wasbecause his father had been rebuffed while their son was gone. He had strong feelings about how he wanted JaneRabbit1982 to answer. But Thursday had been heavy. He'd worked Friday until dark. And that Letcho dish made him feel like he weighed 500 pounds.
Better to write nothing, and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow's a free day. I'm sure I'll find time to compose a good answer with a clear head.
He awoke late Sunday. He was too spaced out to compose a strong reply from JaneRabbit1982. Instead, he just wrote, "Can't write a full response at the moment. For now, I'll just say don't do anything you don't want to. I know you wouldn't anyway, but that's all I can send for now. Look for a proper message tonight."
Into the afternoon he staggered for a second coffee. He took it to his room and fell into more of his mother's content. The mug was long cold and empty when the system notified him a new message had been posted by MadMommy1980. He shook his head. Mom just sent a message out? How long have I been in my room? Two hours? Three?
A moment later there was a knock at the door. "Honey," Maddie called from the other side. "I'm heading out for my Sunday run."
The knob turned, and the door creaked opened a crack. Tied back brown hair over steel and sky colored eyes peeked in. "You looked pretty dazed, hon. Come on out of there. I won't ask you to run with me, but I think you need to get out of this cave."
Grant followed her prancing pony tail down the stairs and as far as the kitchen. He waved her off and prepared himself a class of cold juice as she made for the front door.
Gabe headed out soon after in good spirits. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Heading to a butcher I know. Open on Sunday afternoons. The. Best. Steaks!"
"Okay. Have fun, Dad." The juice was refreshing, so he complimented it with a bowl of cornflakes. The laptop waited in front of him.
There was an intriguing conversation thread with DrBabyRuthie777. He felt his energy picking up from the racy dialogue about power dynamics they each thought of with their sons. Once the cereal was eaten, he didn't bother to finish reading the dialogue. He shut the laptop down, brought it to the writing desk in his room and then headed to the basement gym to burn off some of the excitement he'd built up with the texts of his mother.
When he got there, he found that Maddie had washed, dried and folded the workout clothes from his bag last night. She'd placed them with care on the exercise bench in the center of the basement. She'd probably run it overnight. He'd slept in so late that she'd had plenty of time to fold the shorts and tank top. But even guessing that, the gesture touched him. He'd never thought much about having his laundry done for him for over two decades. All the turbulence going on inside Madeline and her struggles with his father made this gesture seem incredible. How could anyone be so considerate?
By the time Grant arose from the basement, both parents had returned home. He'd pushed himself extra hard at the weights, but he was feeling invigorated rather then worn out.
His mom approached the basement door where her son stood. She was still in her running outfit (loose red soccer shorts this time, and a sky blue top.) She unbound her hair and shook out the pony tail. Her rich brown locks fell loose around her face.) Dad was calling to them from the back yard. Through the kitchen window they saw him waving a thick package wrapped in butcher paper with one hand and swinging a plastic bag of hamburger buns in the other.
"I decided to freeze the steaks for a future meatless emergency. Tonight it will be hamburgers. Any objections? Keep 'em to yourself!"
Before his mother could argue, her son waved a hand and said, "That'll be fine."
Madeline turned, and found herself standing tight in her son's personal space. She looked up into his eyes, Mediterranean-sea-under-storm-clouds like hers. "Are you sure?"
He shone a warm smile on her. "Yeah, of course. He can make dinner for once. Let's head down to the basement for your Sunday workout. We'll work up an appetite together."
Her mouth opened a bit as she stared up at him. Her face was smooth and wondering, like she was catching a glimpse at an unexpected full moon. But there remained a twinge of worry in her eyes. "Do you really think this is okay? It won't ruin our diet and undermine all our hard work? I've been so pleased with my new shape. It would drive me crazy to lose that."
They could hear Gabe pouring coal briquettes into the grill.
Grant laughed with love in his eyes. "Of course not, Mom. A burger dinner can be a fine reward once in a while. Now let's get down, you and me. We can burn a few calories in advance."
Without forethought or calculation, he gave her a playful swat on her rump. The taboo contact made a loud clap, and Grant looked out the back door to see Gabe staring at them. It looked to the young man like his father may have seen it, and was watching for his wife's reaction.
Madeline blushed and looked down so her hair would hide her red cheeks from her husband's view. With a shaky voice, the unsteady mommy rasped "Yes, sir!" Then she headed to the basement without another word.
Grant waved at his father as if to say, Just goofing around. Nothing to see here.
Downstairs, he watched his mother move to the storage area to change from her running clothes to a workout set.
She stood closer to the connecting doorway than usual. Her occluded body moved and swayed to get out of her running top. There were flashes of hair and a bare shoulder. Bending to pull the shirt off her head granted a profile glimpse of the round back of her red running shorts. A little more of the same was seen as she struggled into a yellow-red-black top; a color combination she hadn't worn before.
She took MomsHonestMan's advice! He felt a thrill run up his chest.
Next, Grant's mother bowed to pull down her fire-engine-red running shorts. As she reached towards the floor the clean curvature of her bare ass peeked into the doorway.
It's the stuff of porn sites. She needs zero work on that bubble.
She ducked back into the storage area a moment to pull up the bottom half of her new outfit. Finally, Grant's dear mom stepped through the doorway to show him what she had gotten for their workout. The neckline of the top dipped more that its predecessors, but still showed little skin. It cupped her breasts in a way that held them out and up for her son's inspection. The cut of her bottoms could only be called booty shorts. The material was dark skin-tight spandex. When she turned to show it off, he saw how the clinging material held his mom's ass up like the stone shelf of a proud overhanging cliff.
"Incredible," he said with a gust. "You're going to burn the house down looking like that. The whole damned neighborhood."
She smiled and blushed again at his praise. "I'm so glad you like it. It's a half size smaller than the other two, but it fits just fine. I guess I may need to start buying other new clothes soon."
Already knowing the answer, her son asked, "Is this a new piece?"
The striking mommy looked down at her feet, but she spoke with a clear tone. "Yes. I bought it just for my workouts with you."
"Just for you and me," he summarized. He gave a sincere smile that he knew would melt her, and stepped to get the lovely woman within reach. "I like that."
Both mother and son were amazed at how assertive he was being. He pressed himself to go further.
"I think Dad saw when I smacked your butt."
Madeline looked worried. "Really?"
"Yeah, but he didn't say anything. I guess he knew I was just being playful with you. No harm done."
"No, of course not," she murmured.
"Did it bother you when I did that?"
"No."
"I mean, because I never meant to hurt you, and I would never want to upset you. I can promise to never do it again if it would make you feel..."
"No!" her eyes went wider than they'd been at the idea that Gabe had seen. "No, no. I...I didn't mind it at all. It really...um...snapped me out of my indecision...kept me in the present. And you know I need that."
"Hmm. I suppose that make sense."
She cleared her throat, and was barely audible when she said, "I need it." Then she looked at him. Her face was a mask of pure vulnerability.
His mom had fantasized about being spanked by him many times on the forum. Her emboldened coach stepped a bit closer. "Good. I'm relieved. The reason I'm asking is because I think I noticed something when I...eh...did that."
Maddie blushed, worried that Grant saw how much pleasure she took from his firm hand.
"W...what do you mean?" Her voice was trembling again.
"I mean, I'm pretty sure that your derriere has gotten firmer since we started working out together. I think I felt it when I made contact. It sprang back."
"Really?"
"I think so. But I'm not 100% sure." He reached out and stroked her long hair, grown out to show her adoration for her son. A half-second moan escaped her throat. "I was wondering if...since you're wearing that workout outfit...and it's so much closer fit than those running shorts...Maybe I could try again and see if you're as tight as I thought."
Madeline was wearing clothes that exposed her just short of nudity for him. He stroked her hair; gentle and yet possessive. She felt a song blossoming in her chest. Her son wanted another pass at spanking his mother's ass? She hesitated only in her disbelief that she understood him correctly.
In the duration of her stunned silence, Grant worried that he had pushed too far or too fast. "Look, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just--"
"Of course you can, darling," she cooed in a breathy high pitch. She turned 90 degrees, and bent forward slightly to offer him access. She wore a coy expression as she looked over her shoulder at him.
With renewed confidence at her eagerness, Grant instructed his barely clothed mother, "Bend over the washing machine. I want to get a good angle, and good light."
"Of course." She strutted to the machine, and leaned forward for her son. There was no hesitation in her now. "Whatever you need. However you want me." These words echoed her posts so powerfully that they both felt a wave of euphoria, but neither said a word.
Wide eyed, he focused on his target. He didn't need to reach far back. He didn't want to hurt her; just give her a little something to keep her focus. His hand clapped on her buttock, and he watched it shiver under his impact.
They both felt hotter then either could remember feeling during all their flirting and circling.
Madeline couldn't restrain a moan as her sex self-lubricated.
Grant forgot to breathe for a moment. He cleared his throat, and said, "Yes. Your posterior is noticeably firmer."
"That's good to hear," she murmured, still resting her elbows on the washing machine.
Her son filled the silence by saying, "That was helpful." He struggled to maintain the tone of an instructor.
His mother stood, and ran her hands down her sides and over her hips. "Yeah. Useful information."
"We can...should, really! We should perform this test occasionally in the future. To measure your progress."
"I agree, Coach. It would be good to do it again from time to time." Her hands were clasped in front of her groin, where she was sopping wet for him. But she looked up into his eyes as if nothing unusual had happened. The sky is blue, birds are singing and you spanked my ass. Everything is right with the world. A small smile formed on her thick lips. "Whatever you think will work."
His mother's calm compliance felt like a dare. Would he go further? How could a young man not at least try? "Yeah. In fact, now that you mention what works, some athletes give each other a light smack...back there...as a form or praise or encouragement. I've seen big burly football players do it right on the field."
Nothing of his mom's lovely body moved except for her eyebrows raising. "Hmm. Really? Interesting."
"Do you think...would you like me to praise and encourage you...you know...that way."
Madeliene cleared her throat. "Um, yeah. I think that's a good idea. I mean, you're the trainer. If you say it works." She coughed. "I'm...yeah..." She fanned her face with one hand. "...definitely feeling encouraged."
"Great! In that case," he clapped her tightly packed ass.
She squealed, "Ooh!"
"Let's get you warmed up. Then some light reps."
Grant's erection was painful and obvious. The deeply encouraged mommy only looked away from it when she realized she'd been staring. "Yes, sir," she said again; this time with more confidence. Her face radiated joy.
Time flew as mother and son pushed and strained and sweated together in the small basement. The happy mommy bounced and scooted into position for each exercise. Her young instructor was impressed at how willing and eager his mature student was. How long and hard she worked under his instruction. At times he worried she might overdo it and pull a muscle. They worked close-quarters in the sweaty heat like they were made for it.
The basement door opened, startling the pair. Even more surprising was Gabe's happy voice. "Come and get it! Burgers from heaven. Grab some buns before I eat them all up myself!"
The wife and son both knew that they had already enjoyed focusing on another pair of buns, but neither was close to saying it. They wiped themselves down in a heavy silence. Madeline changed into a loose pair of sweats and a clean over-sized T-shirt. She hid away her workout clothes, so no one would see them but her son.
Grant grabbed a clean pair of shorts and a tank top, and took them upstairs to change in his room. He looked at his computer as he changed. He thought about exactly how JaneRabbit1982 was going to respond to MadMommy1980. The idea came to him in a rush, and he was crystal clear before pulling the fresh tank top over his head.
The hamburgers were tasty. All three Blooms said so. Gabe bathed in the recognition and bragged about how he'd prepared the hot sandwiches. Rather than simply being gratified that his family enjoyed the fruits of his labor, he pushed and droned about this meal's inevitable superiority to any vegetarian meal. "A decent cut of meat prepared by an even half competent cook is bound to be better than some arrangement of bird food."
Grant chewed longer, just to keep himself from arguing. Why was his father being so insufferable? Did he think it was charming?
Madeline's eyes sparkled whenever Grant caught her attention. They flattened when Gabe made his half-insulting attempts at flirting. She smiled at her husband, though. Made all the polite noises that would pacify him.
***
Dear Mads,
Sorry for the delay, but I wanted to make sure to answer with a clear and calm mind.
So, your husband has started sniffing around you? And its after what you describe as "years of feeling neglected?" I understand how conflicted you feel. I get that you feel "obligated to at least try," as you put it. But you also wrote that you find yourself not wanting to go along.
Here's what I think. For years, you say, he felt comfortable passing on sex with you. And now you say you needed to pass at his offers. Seems to me that you are more than entitled to hold off having sex with anyone until it feels right for you.
I get it. This is your marriage. Work is required for a marriage. I'm not saying you should be dismissive of that. I'm urging you to be attentive to where you stand at the moment. From what you've written in recent posts and messages, it sounds like your son is a factor in all this.
Now, I know that you won't ask your young man to take care of your bedroom needs and desires. But I think it's only fair to sit down with him -- adult to adult -- and see what he thinks you should do about your husband's renewed interest. This is not hitting on him or endangering your relationship in any way. It's building up your relationship by having a conversation about the family and asking for his thoughts.
He's old enough to discuss such things in a mature way. He's much closer to the situation than I am. He knows you both and your relationship better. And I am certain his response will be in the spirit of what is best for his beloved mother.
Make sure that hubby keeps his hands off until you talk to your son, though. Otherwise, what's the point of even bringing it up with him?
His response is bound to make you happy, since it will be -- at the very least -- the concerned opinion of a son who loves his mother.
I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed for you!
JaneRabbit
P.S. I noticed MomsHonestMan's response to your post, about wearing more daring outfits for your son's appreciation. It made sense to me. When sitting to speak with your son, maybe you should wear some nice lingerie. Just a thought, woman to woman.
***
Monday morning, Gabe left early. Grant didn't have work until after noon, and Madeline was working from home. She stayed in her room at her laptop the entire morning.
JaneRabbit1982 received no reply from MadMommy1980 the whole time.
He lingered in the living room, hoping his mother would approach him with a burning question. But he neither heard nor saw her. The well-muscled Bloom grabbed his gym bag for work, but the lady of the house finally appeared as he headed for the door. She was dressed for a run, and greeted him with all smiles. "Headed to work, hon?" she asked, opening the front door ahead of him.
"Yeah. It's about that time."
"Okay. I tore through most of my work this morning, so I have some time this afternoon. Since we won't be working out today, I wanted to be sure to have time for a run." She gestured at her outfit.
He looked her up and down. "You look fit and ready to go!"
"Thanks." She turned her hip so that her back end was more visible to her son. "I just need some motivation to make sure it's a good workout.
Grant smiled with comprehension. He smacked her round ass, and said, "You're making me proud, Mom."
She yipped at her son's firm contact. "Thanks! I'll be thinking of you!" She jogged off, a lovely sight from every angle.
When Grant returned home from the late shift, he couldn't remember if Patricia had been there. This made his mother very happy. Gabe had gone to bed, but dinner was ready and waiting in Mommy's capable hands.
"So what did you do today besides run and finish up your work?"
"Well, I cooked your dinner for one thing. It was an Asian stir-fry; vegetarian, of course."
"I'm sure Dad loved it."
She waved off her son's implied question, and continued, "I also managed to squeeze in a little bit of shopping."
"Another workout outfit?"
She made a face of mock offense. "You don't like the outfits I've already got?"
"I love them," he growled. His mother noticed. "It was just my best guess. So, what did you buy?"
She crossed her arms and turned away. Then Maddie made a playful voice. "Never mind. If you think I should've bought more workout clothes, then you wouldn't be interested."
"I'm interested. I'm interested!"
She turned a wicked grin on him. "Good. That's what Mommy likes to hear." She half-stood to kiss him on the nose. Then she straightened the rest of the way up, and headed to the stairs. "I'm off to bed."
"What? You're not going to tell me? Or show me"
"Unlike some handsome young men, I have work tomorrow. If I don't see you in the morning, enjoy your day off. Don't forget we work out Tuesdays after I get back."
"Like I could forget," he grumbled, but she was too far up the stairs to hear him.
When he went to his room, he found that there were still no new messages or posts from MadMommy1980.
He awoke to find both of his parents gone to their jobs. This was how Tuesdays were supposed to be.
He tried to distract himself from thoughts of his mother. Online videos and games couldn't hold his attention. He found his interest in her -- his hunger for her -- growing. Probably what that flirty shit she did last night was meant to do. "I'm interested," he told the ceiling. "I admit it!" But he knew that the current pace of things was as fast as his mom could tolerate. He needed to be careful. No more messages to MadMommy until she writes something to someone. Back off a little bit. Let her process; build up her courage.
With the conviction to send no messages, he allowed himself a dive deep into his mother's alter-ego. When it felt like a half hour had passed, three hours were gone. "I need to set an alarm." When the alarm went off, the fascinated son tore himself away from his mother's words. She was praising a woman in a photo with her own son's cock in her mouth. The words "lucky" and "jealous" were impossible to ignore.
Grant descended to the basement gym to workout.
Madeline arrived, and took in her usual deep whiff. "Time for my workout with Coach G," she said in a sing-song tone. She went into the storage area to change into a skin tight outfit, humming a happy tune.
She returned to the weight room looking sexier than ever to her son's eyes. It could just be all the reading I've been doing and the anticipation. Practically naked for her son, the mad mommy sauntered to the washing machine. She turned her sweet firm back to her son, and placed her hands atop the washer. She did not look back.
Grant's eyes were glued to his mom's legs and ass. His mouth hung open and silent. After a moment of ogling his mother's succulent form, he heard her clear her throat. He looked up at her. She was shivering -- nervousness, excitement or both -- and spoke barely loud enough to be heard. "Umm...I thought you wanted to check my progress...and...y'know...encouragement." Despite her swagger over the last eighteen hours, standing there without any reaction from her son was making his mother lose her nerve.
He shot up off the bench. "Right! Of course! Good. Good." She was shaking terribly. How could she be so frightened after that entrance? I need to ease her worry! In his hunger, the son knew how. He took the two steps between them, and reached his left hand out to her. He stroked her long brown hair. Her whole body sighed in relief. Grant took a stronger yet calmer tone. "It's good that you remembered. I'm very pleased with you, Mom."
A shiver ran through her, clearly reassured. The young man ran his fingertips down her scalp along the nape of her neck, and kept going; gently tracing her spine. When he reached the small of her back, he slid his hand around to hold her hourglass hip. Next came his right hand to take hold of her other hip. "I want you push it back. Stick it out." His words were soft and confident. He pulled her lower body away from the machine, towards him. "And bend forward a little bit." His left hand smoothed its way back up his mother's spine. But now, he applied a little more pressure to bend his mom over. "Elbows on the washing machine there. Yes. That's great."
He stepped back to admire his mother's fine form. The only sound he could hear was her rapid breathing. "Beautiful."
Another shiver ran through the tightly packed mommy.
"You ready?"
Her head bobbed. "Yes, sir." instead of the shaky nervousness or the worried whisper, she called out for her young stud's attention with a whine. She was ready indeed.
The clap of Grant's hand on Madeline's ripe ass was amplified in the small space. Her frame jolted, and the jiggle of those sweet cheeks was clear under the extra-tight spandex. The young man watched and felt every external ripple of his mother's excitement. He could only guess at whatever clutching and twitching may have been happening inside her.
With a hissing exhalation, Maddie pushed herself upright. She turned and beamed at her son. The Blooms were well encouraged.
They worked hard and quiet. Madeline's focus on sculpting her body was so intense that her coach rarely spoke. He mostly corrected by pointing or shifting her into the correct position by hand. His only words were of soft-spoken guidance; urging her to push through the resistance of the weight.
Dinner was rice from the previous night mixed with vegetables sautéed in a rich brown sauce that had a strong flavor that hinted at peanut. Cranberry sauce was served on the side. The combination was surprisingly satisfying. It was like nothing either of the men had ever eaten. Grant raved at his mother's ingenuity and cooking prowess.
Gabe shook his head at yet another meatless meal. He held his tongue, suing for peace. After clearing his place, he stood behind his wife and squeezed her shoulders.
She responded by turning her head down and to the left. Neither her husband nor her son could see her face.
"Your shoulders are so tight these days, Hon. I'm proud of you." The long neglected Mrs. Bloom was still and silent as her husband tried to turn his squeezing into a kind of massage. Grant wondered at her limp response to this exchange. Then his father opened his mouth to fill in the quiet. "If you keep it up, I may just give you some nookie. Heh heh."
"Dad. Really?"
"I'm a man, son. This is my wife. You're old enough to know what a man and his wife do. Don't act squeamish just because it's us."
"It's not that. It's how you..." Grant saw a fight ahead if he criticized his father's tactless tack. He went another way, "I'm just wondering why you're acting so frisky all of a sudden, Dad?"
His father shrugged his shoulders for an answer.
Madeline turned her gaze to her son. She watched him like he had opened a complex mystery.
Grant made a shrug of his own, and locked eyes with his mom. "I guess he's started to notice our hard work, huh?"
Gabe smiled and gave his woman a final squeeze before turning to head for the den.
The younger man squeezed his mother's forearm, and said, "Of course I knew you had it in you from the start, didn't I?"
Madeline's eyes softened. "I'm done," she murmured, placing her fork on her plate. "Would you like more?"
"No, I'm stuffed. Let's clear up."
They stood together at the sink without speaking. The mommy washed. Her "Coach G" dried.
As he wiped the last plate, he grumbled. "Fucking unbelievable."
"What, sweetheart? What's wrong."
He gripped the edge of the counter top, and watched his knuckles turn white. His head shook side-to-side. "I guess it was part of the goal, somehow..."
"What are you talking about?"
He looked at her, and jerked his head towards the den. "More than a decade of being an asshole. Now he likes how you've shaped up. So all he has to do is give you a little shoulder massage, and I guess you two will be..." He looked back down at his fingers. "Must be pretty damn nice. Lie around, getting meaner and more out of shape by the day. You'll be rewarded: a beautiful woman in your bed."
"Grant," she scolded in a whisper. "I do not want to talk about this with you right now." He looked back over to see his mother's nervous expression. "Your father is in the next room, and he might hear you. The last thing I want is a fight."
"Whatever. It's none of my business, I guess. Right? You wouldn't want my opinion anyway."
"Actually," she seemed to choke on her own words as she tried to push them out. "I was... I would. I do value your opinion... on this matter."
"But you won't let me talk..."
"Not here," she hushed. "Not now."
"But you really want to talk with me about this?"
She huffed a deep breath, and looked at her own hands. "Yes, Grant. I actually would like very much to know what you think I should... what you think about all this. Just not within earshot of..." This time Madeline locked eyes with her son and jerked her head toward the den. She wore a crooked smile doing it.
Grant did his best to suppress a snort and a chuckle. Then -- like a man possessed -- he turned to face her, and took her left bicep in his right hand. Then he stroked her hair with his left. "Then come downstairs to the den after he falls asleep, and we will talk about it then." To his own surprise he had said this with a tone of authority and finality. It wasn't a suggestion.
Madeline looked at her son with hunger and awe. "Okay," she swooned.
"So I'll see you there later tonight, young lady?"
She looked at her hands and half whispered, "Yes, sir."
***
We do not choose our desires.
I did not choose to want him any more than I could choose to like ice cold lemonade on a steamy August afternoon. There is no way to choose to not want him. It's like how I cannot choose to dislike a butter pecan ice cream banana split. It may not be to some people's taste, but when I look at either of them, there is no way to stop salivating.
What I have chosen -- what I find to be my responsibility -- is to choose my actions. I choose to take no big actions. I will not try to devour that sundae in one gulp. I will choose a glass of ice water over lemonade until the time is right. And I will not jump on my son and try to rewire all our lives in an instant. If I allow myself to take steps, I have decided, they will be small and measured steps.
I may never enjoy the sort of embrace and command I desire from my son. But if I do, it will because I stepped into his arms with slow deliberate steps. If it happens, we will both know it's happening. If that dream is ever fulfilled, it will be with clear and open eyes.
That is what I can choose.
Part of an early MadMommy1980 public post "Where the Crime is. Where it isn't" more than two years ago
***
Grant sat on the couch in half light. A few hours ago he had overheard his mother refusing her husband sex, so he'd gone to the den to wait for her. The TV was on but muted. He wore his workout shorts and no shirt.
Madeline descended the stairs. She was wearing a shapeless, oversized lumpy sleeping gown. It looked comically bad on her.
"What is that thing you're wearing? Do you wear that to bed every night?"
"I've trimmed down so much that it doesn't fit me properly any more. I haven't gotten around to buying a new one. It's comfortable enough."
"But you bought that new workout outfit. That fits like a glove."
She stood shrouded in thick fabric before her son in the glow of the now-paused TV. "Yes. That was more important."
"I trust you've picked up new underwear that fits too."
His mom blushed. "Yes, of course. I couldn't get around in my old stuff. That would be ridiculous."
"Are you wearing a bra and panties under that gown?"
Madeline stared at him. She could only manage to nod.
"Well, I can't stand the sight of this gown. I would really prefer you take it off. I can't imagine your bra and panties show much more than your workout outfits."
It was not a command, but his mother lifted the gown without objection or hesitation. She was stunning in deep red bra and panties. It was the set she wore in her photo online! He'd first seen it when he'd discovered her account, but the loving son had viewed the image many times since. She'd mentioned it was a size too small, but tonight it fit her like every man's dream
"Wow, Mom. Just. Oh, wow. You look wonderful in that."
"So," She stood with her hands clasped before the groin of the crimson night bottoms. "Better?" she fished with a hopeful smile?
"It's like...like..." He gasped at her transformed body in the skimpy lingerie. "Like watching you take that off just transported me to a whole other world." Her smile spread wide, and her hands unclasped. Her fit form was on full display for her son's eyes. Arms hung lean at her side, and her toned stomach held shadows as it shifted with her breath. The waistline had definitely narrowed since they'd begun, but her hips were still round and womanly. She never had much to lose in the first place. The legs were solid, as they had always been. Her breasts filled the burgundy bra to perfection. Her neck looked long and tempting with thick brown hair hanging a lush backdrop. She held her head high, and when his mom smiled it was a thing of beauty. As always.
"I can hardly believe how far you've come in a handful of weeks. Your hard work and self-discipline has paid off. Come sit with me. I hope you're as proud of yourself as I am of you."
She approached the couch, beaming. When she was close enough, Grant extended his hand and guided her to sit on his lap. He put a hand on the small of her bare back, and smiled up at her. Their noses were less than six inches apart. He could feel her vibrating with excitement.
"Have you always worn such..." He cleared his throat to conceal his excitement and maintain the assertive confident attitude she craved. "...decorative undergarments? So lacy and sexy?"
"No. Before it was granny panties and plain smooth bras."
"Why the change?"
"I've feel like a new woman with a new body... like I'm peeking into a new life. I figured I'd take on a sexier style." The words rang of truth, but hid the fact that she'd had this matching nightwear before the workouts began.
"I think you're right. Are you sure you want to open this lovely new version of yourself to the same old man who never changed? Never stopped looking down on you. Never stopped talking down to you?" He saw a pained look cross Madeline's face. "This is what you came down here to discuss with me," he reminded.
"Yes, love," she said, feather soft. He felt her smooth arm come around his bare shoulders to keep her balanced on his lap in her underwear. "It is. Honestly -- adult to adult, woman to man -- your mother is..." she sighed in the gloom. "...conflicted. For a long long time, I was the one who wanted... you know. And your father was the one turning his back. Now --"
"Now the tables have been turned."
"It's not a fight or a game, Grant. This is my marriage we're talking about here. I don't care about giving or taking advantages here. I know how frustrating rejection from your spouse is. How much it hurts. Doing the same to him doesn't feel good. But I --"
She stared in his eyes as she spoke, and even as her words trailed off she stayed locked on her handsome son.
"You don't want to be physical with him," he finished for her.
Her lips pursed, and she shook her head. "In a way, it helps me be more understanding of his neglect. If you don't want someone, you can't choose to want them."
"No offense Mom, but that's bullshit." Her gray-blue eyes went big. "I mean, sure, there's no point blaming anyone if the fire is fading. But he could have agreed to try. He could have made an effort to be close even if sex wasn't in the cards. He never had to be cruel to a loving, warm and beautiful creature like you. There's, 'I can't help feeling disinterested.' And there is how he has treated you. Don't try to excuse the inexcusable. Don't equate your struggle with his abuse. You deserve better than that."
For a fraction of a second, with his mother's bare thighs sat across his, he thought he would take her. It would be a simple matter to tip her over. That flawless back along the length of the couch. He could pull her long-kept-secret panties free in no time. Kiss her. Stroke her. Spread those hard legs, and fill her with everything she wanted and needed.
Before he could act on the idea, the newly-firm mommy's eyes swelled with tears. Grant's words had pierced and shaken her. She covered her mouth with her free hand, and clutched at his shoulder with the other. Her words floated out from behind the elegant fingers. "What should I do? What do you think?"
The loyal son took a deep breath as he thought. His mind was so overrun with desire, he doubted his own motives. Do I want to tell her this because it's actually what would be best for her, or because it's what I want?
Confident, comforting, assertive. She needs you to be there for her.
"Honestly, Mom, I don't have a clear answer, and I want to give you the best answer I can be sure of. So, here's the best I can do for now." Mother watched her son with the focus of an enraptured student gazing at her teacher. "I need a chance to think this through. Can you give me a day or two?" She nodded. "I want you to promise me."
"I promise, baby."
"Don't let him put his hands on you. At least until we talk again."
"Okay."
"He's ignored your needs for a long time. He can wait." She nodded again, locked onto his face like she was opening a treasure chest. "Are you going to have sex with him before we discuss this again?"
She shook her head, and her hair flew free. "No, Grant, honey. I'll wait for you. I mean, for your thoughts."
The hungry son slid his arms tighter around Madeline's now-waspish waist, and she drew his head to her frilly bra. They held each other like that for a long time. Now is not the time, he reminded himself. She needs to open slowly. Don't ruin this moment. Just enjoy the hug.
Hard not to enjoy with her tits in my face, the retort formed of its own volition. Goddamn, is this bra magic or does she have an amazing chest to go along with those tight legs?
Her breasts always looked great in those workout outfits, so I'm guessing it's not just the bra. She's the full package, inside and out.
Yeah, and she should be mine.
Slow. Go slow. Don't mess this up. Enjoy the hug. She feels amazing in my arms.
When his nearly naked mother released his head, he looked up at her again. With calm assertion he told her, "Each night, we should meet like this to measure how things are going. I mean both your training and the intimacy situation."
She smiled, and nodded, "Sounds good."
"In the meantime, always wear that oversize gown to bed with him."
Her smile broadened. "Yes. Okay."
"And always take it off before coming down here to me."
Her whole body shivered against his. "If you think that's a good idea," her smile spread to show all her brushed teeth.
"Yes. That part I'm sure about. I don't want him seeing you in anything less than that lump on the floor." She giggled at her bulky nightgown piled by the stairs. "And I want you to come to me without it." Another full body shiver of his mother's electrifying shape made him feel slightly dizzy.
She wrapped both arms around his neck and bent to lay her head on his shoulder. Her breathing was jumpy.
"You okay?" He had to ask.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart."
"You feeling good?" She certainly felt good to his hands. "Happy?"
She nodded into his bare shoulder.
He didn't know what to do, so he just held her as long as she wanted his embrace.
After some time, she drew back from his shoulder. Her face was wet and smiling. "Umm...you said we'll meet to measure the intimacy stuff and check progress on the training?"
"Right. I've been thinking about how we check your progress. You know..." He let his left hand clap gently on the exposed side of his mother's buttocks. "This sort of thing."
Her smile shone on. "Yeah."
"I've got an idea. A theory I want to test out. I thought that if I keep my hand there for a few seconds after...um...impact." Mother's and son's smiles both warmed by a few degrees. "I thought that might give me more information. You know. A clearer picture."
She took a calm breath, and spoke in a low tone. "Sounds like a good idea to me. Can't hurt to test it out at least. If you don't find it helpful, we can go back to what we've been doing so far, right?"
Without waiting for an answer, Maddie rose from her son's lap. The proud mother held her body with more confidence than when she'd descended the stairs. She stepped to Grant's side, and then reached down to grab the arm of the couch. She turned to him, and looked at him through a few fallen locks of her dark hair. Her knowing smile glowed. They would both enjoy this.
She bent a little bit forward, and stuck her panty-clad ass out like her son had shown her earlier that day.
"Let's give it a shot, and see what you think of Mommy's... progress."
Her handsome young man sidled up behind her. He put a steadying hand on her hip, and reared back with the other. "Don't overdo it now, Baby. You're just checking how it feels, right?"
He leaned over her so she felt his breath on her ear. "Trust me."
"I do," came out of her in a gasping whisper.
"I will take good care of you." Then he stood upright again. Before she could respond, one of her son's big paws clapped onto the bare side of her ass and held tight. He clutched the side where material did not cover her buns. Was he gently squeezing? Massaging?
The man's hand was gone too quickly for her to tell. Madeline pushed off the couch arm to stand upright. Grant had not backed off. They stood so close that her blood red brazier grazed against her son's bare chest. She was surprised to find herself out of breath.
"So," she choked out. "What do you think, coach?"
Those muscled arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight against the body she'd drooled over in secret. She reached around, and held on tight.
His mouth spoke above her left temple. "You are an absolute Venus." Her eyes slid shut, and she snuggled against his broad chest. "And this," he said. Her eyes popped open as her son reached down and took hold of the entire left cheek of her backside. As his grip tightened, she could feel her vagina and her anal ring spread. "This is an ass any woman would kill for." He gave it a firm squeeze, and Madeline felt her crease gush. "My clients would pay an arm and a leg for the result you've achieved." He squeezed her open again. She'd never been manhandled like this by anyone, let alone her son. Her wildest fantasies hadn't anticipated the pleasure Grant triggered in her.
Still holding his mother's ass like he was going to carry her around the house this way, the fitness stud drew his head back to say, "You should be very proud of yourself, Mom."
"Th-thank you, Grant."
"I guess I'll go to bed now." He continued to grope her derriere as he waited for her response. It was a good thing they were hugging because her knees had gone weak.
"Oh." She struggled to give an answer. For the life of her she couldn't think of one. "Umm. Okay then."
"Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, love."
He bent to kiss her goodnight, though with the grip he had on that firm ass, he could have lifted her to kiss him.
He held the kiss longer than usual, but withdrew before it could go anywhere.
She could feel his hand print under the silky fabric of her now-moist panties. She watched him climb the stairs. She thought, With hugs like that...
***
CanaDanny: My dad was a mean drunk, so I may be biased in favor of your idea. I guess that's why you're talking to me, eh? Some people can be pretty sensitive about what you're proposing, though. That's why I suggested this one-one-one chat.
MomsHonestMan: Sure. I'd rather talk privately anyway. Less chance my mom will spot my message and start to suspect. Despite my handle, my idea isn't the most honest way to go about things.
CanaDanny: All's fair in love and war, and your situation sounds like a little of both. Besides, if your mom is active in this community then it's easy to believe you when you say she's eager. But if she's also slow to act, the indirect approach may be best.
MomsHonestMan: Yeah, but I'm worried that the old man won't take the bait; that I'm expecting him to go further than he will really go.
CanaDanny: If he goes all the way, you will be able to jump on it. If he doesn't it's not a loss to anyone. But when a guy in the forums tells me that his father is a rat bastard who doesn't deserve a good beautiful woman like his mom (you are not nearly the first) then I figure that guy's got a father who will take the chance to be up to no good. Or the son is a petulant spoiled little prick destined for a beating. I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt, though.
MomsHonestMan: So, you think it can be done? I'm not sure how to proceed. You know the basics. What do you think?
CanaDanny: Well, the first thing to keep in mind is that a guy like this can be lead along when he feels most in control. His guard is down...
- From a private chat held on the night after Grant & Madeline's first late night meet
***
The next day, Grant awoke alone in the house as he did most Wednesdays. He eased his way into caffeinated wakefulness. Work started after 12:00. He attended the women and men who patronized the gym with focus, and it made the time pass that much more quickly.
He arrived home some time after nine to a warm affectionate greeting from his mother. His father could be heard rumbling around upstairs, getting ready for bed.
"He was less than thrilled about the rice pilaf."
Grant scooped up a spoonful. "Tastes good to me."
"The taste isn't the point, Maddie," she grumbled in imitation of her husband. "You know damn well this would be better with some chicken breast or pork or some kind of beef. I want meat in more of my meals." She smiled, content with the meal she'd prepared; how her son wolfed it down.
The floorboards upstairs creaked and groaned under Gabe's irritable footsteps. "Speaking of that," Grant said between mouthfuls of rice and vegetables, "I've been thinking." There was a thud upstairs. Both Blooms held still and listened. Vague distortions of Gabe's voice floated down to them. Then more footsteps.
Madeline took her son's left hand in both of hers. "Tell me, sweetheart. What have you--"
"Madeline," called Mr. Bloom from the top of the stairs. "Could you come up here please?" His voice fell just short of calm.
"Just a sec, Gabe. I'm coming," she called back. Then she turned to her favorite. "Go on, hon. I want to hear your thoughts."
"No, Mom. Go on. You're coming down when he's asleep, right?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"We can talk about it then."
"I can probably get down before."
"No, I'd rather discuss this in the quiet, on the couch. You know. Closer."
She leaned over the table to give her son a kiss that anyone could mistake for an innocent smooch on the mouth. Then she went up to placate her husband.
Grant finished the warm meal, washed up and put everything away. It was quiet up there. If his father was pushing for sex, he was doing so quietly. Then again, maybe he'd had too full a day. In any case, it was sure that Madeline was awake up there; hiding her miraculous new body under that heinous lumpy gown.
He went to the den to wait. Still dressed from work, the young trainer was, again, wearing only a pair of shorts; no shirt. He picked through an old magazine he'd found between the cushions; Vegetarian Cooking. He shook his head. He'd told her many times that the diet didn't have to be vegetarian. Stuck to a stew recipe he found a receipt from a shop called Agent Provocateur; a local lingerie shop.
Grant only heard the stairs' mousy creak because he had been listening for it. Petite bare feet carried well turned ankles supporting carved calves and shining lean thighs. Every inch of Madeline's legs were left exposed by her high hipped steel blue panties. They were silky like the previous night's outfit, but without the frills. Simple sporty lines let his mom's solid legs and flat tummy speak for themselves. They spoke of fantasies come true. Her torso broadened as his gaze trailed upwards to the matching blue bra. Her toned arms floated out to the side, keeping balance as she sneaked down to meet her young man. And of course the beauty was smiling, eyes dark and stormy in the dim light. Long chocolate-colored hair fell to her strong shoulders and curled like smoke.
She strode, resolute, directly to her son and sat prim on his lap.
Without conscious thought, the pair wrapped their arms around each other. The possessive air went unmentioned. Both relished the feel of her bare torso wrapped up in his naked chest and arms; the backs of her smooth shaved thighs and parts of her round half-exposed bottom resting atop his exposed lap.
"Hmmmm," his mother purred. "This is nice. I'm glad we're doing this."
"Yeah. It's good to feel you so close."
They chatted about their workdays. Voices were quiet enough to avoid stirring the man upstairs, but they sounded like a couple in a coffee shop. Only hearing them, one would never guess it was a woman in her underwear sitting on her bare-chested son's lap. But their bodies felt so comfortable together -- so well matched. It felt like the most natural thing in the world as they eased into the nearly-naked embrace.
Eventually, Madeline said, "There was a thought you wanted to share with me?"
He nodded, and stroked her bare thigh like it was his favorite pussy cat. "I've been thinking about our talk last night. I'm still asking you to refrain from...romantic activity, while I assess the situation."
"No problem," she chuckled to herself.
"Great, but I want you to make steaks for dinner tomorrow night. Let Dad think whatever he wants about that. Don't tell him why you're making it. I want to watch his behavior."
"That's easy. You know I work at home on Thursdays. Your father put a pack of them in the freezer the same day he made hamburgers. They can thaw out overnight tonight, and I'll marinate them all day tomorrow. But are you sure this is what you want me to do, my love?"
"I'm sure, Mom." He squeezed her inner thigh. "It's getting late, and I have a normal day of work ahead of me."
Taking her son's cue, she stood up and watched him with care. Grant stood too, and then pointed to the arm of the couch.
He remembered! She thrilled inside. She bent to grab the side of the sofa, and stuck out her ass the way her son liked. In order to keep her balance, she put a knee on a seat cushion.
She looks even more like a porn star than usual, propped up like that; ready to be fucked from behind! He struggled to control his breath.
His kneeling mother looked back over her shoulder at him, as she had done many times by now. Her voice took on a slightly higher pitch, "You want me like this, right Baby?"
"Yes, Mom. Like that. Every night."
He clapped his hand onto her firm ass, and squeezed it gently. She stayed in that pose for her son, happily obedient and available to him.
"Wow. Better and better every day. You went on a run today, didn't you?"
"Uh huh," she answered from her bent position. I was thinking of you, Grant. I was running to make myself nice and firm so you could spank your mommy. Feel how hard she works for you. She was already wet, but this was getting her crotch soaked. Luckily, there was no way her son could see it in the dim light.
Grant indulged in one last squeeze at his mother's eager flesh. Then he released her. "I can tell. Keep it up, Mom. You are looking great."
Madeline stood and turned to hug him goodnight. Too much over-stimulation, the matriarch realized She needed to get out of there before she lost control. Her remarkable body crushed against his in a hug. The hot and bothered mother clenched her teeth to keep her tongue in her mouth as she kissed him goodnight.
"Put the steaks high up in the fridge to start defrosting. Leave them wrapped in the butcher paper, okay, hon?" Without waiting for an answer, she hustled to the stairs.
It took all her willpower not to look back as she climbed. Grant, on the other hand, got to enjoy the view as she ascended half naked.
The next morning he glanced into the kitchen on his way out. His mother was there in the clumpy dressing gown. She worked from home on Thursday, so there was no need for her to dress up. His father was there too, dressed for his office job. Mr. Bloom watched his wife with gloating glee. She was laying the thawed steaks into individual Tupperware containers, and using a spoon to make sure each one was coated with marinade.
The son bid his parents farewell. Just before he reached the front door, he heard his father's voice. "It's good that after our little talk last night, you remembered who is the man of this house." Grant grimaced and shook his head.
"You're going to be late," was the only answer his mother gave.
Not all trainers left their phones in their lockers when they worked, but young master Bloom did. There were messages from his mother, asking about the steak dinner.
He wrote, "I can stay here at the gym and write an explanation, or I can come home and be with you. Which would you prefer?"
Knowing what his mother wanted and needed, he didn't wait for an answer. He started changing into a fresh pair of shorts and t-shirt.
The phone pinged a new message before he was half dressed: "Come home to me!"
She had prepared a baking sheet of potatoes with salt, pepper and dill to roast and serve with the steak. It was -- of course -- marvelous. There had been no time to discuss anything, as Gabe was home from the office early. He looked annoyed and distracted. Something about work, but he wouldn't say what. "Can't you two do that workout after dinner?"
"On a stomach full of meat and potatoes?" despaired Grant. "Only if we want to see it a second time all over the cellar floor."
"Well, how about if you pump the iron while the potatoes roast in the oven? You can set a timer. The steak is ready for the pan. 6 to 8 minutes tops. I'll even start it just before the alarm goes off."
"I boiled the potatoes in advance, Gabe. They'll only need about 25 minutes in the oven," argued the recently statuesque wife.
"It'll be an even half-hour by the time the steak is done," the elder Bloom man argued with his gut sticking out. "I'll even take the potatoes out of the oven for you if you're going to be a baby about it."
Her mouth opened to reply, but Grant grabbed his mother by the waist. She burst into shrieks and titters. "That'll be fine, Dad," he replied over his mother's happy laughing surprise. "We'll head down right away to squeeze in an extra minute or two."
"The oven is already at 425 degrees! 25 minutes, but don't take them out!" his mother called out as the young man dragged her towards the basement door. "Stir them around after the first twelve minutes!" she cried out between giggles.
Once they were through the door, she shivered. The lovely brunette stepped out of his embrace and headed down the stairs without a backward glance. She walked so fast that her son didn't see her go to the storage area to change. But he could hear her shuffling around back there.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Uhh...yeah. I'm okay. I don't really get why you agreed to work out under a time crunch like this."
"It's all for a reason. Promise. I have something else I want to do after dinner, and I would have hated to miss out on a training session with you."
"If you say so," she muttered, unconvinced.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"No. I mean yeah. I've been struggling to keep my head on straight today. The last two nights. They've...I mean, I'm not..."
She didn't finish her sentence, and the sounds of movement stopped as well.
"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's focus on being present, okay?"
"Okay."
"Never mind last night or tonight or anything else. Be here with me now, or else we can just go back upstairs."
"No! I mean, I can be present. Frankly, I think you're right. I went for a run this afternoon, and it cleared my head for a few hours. A good workout will help now."
"Good. Are you dressed?"
"Yes." she grunted, adjusting something.
"Then get on out here, so we can get started."
Her outfit was green and white stripes. The bottom was the same as one would see on a bikini The top hid a bit more than a bikini top, but plenty of Grant's mother's skin was on display. Magazines modified pictures to manufacture what he was looking at in real life.
"Oh, Mom." That body. These outfits. This woman! All for me!
"Too much? Too little material?"
"I could stare at you in that thing all day. Now I'm struggling to keep my head on straight."
She beamed as she always did under his praise.
"That's what I like to see. You know how we start."
Her eyes glittered, and her smile widened a few degrees. She put her elbows on the washing machine, and pointed her ever-harder buns at Grant.
"Remember, this is to wake you up; make sure you're here and ready to work."
His mother's answer was to wag her ass at him in excitement at what she was about to receive.
"And it's for encouragement too."
She looked back at him, "Don't forget to hold on for a second after. Make sure today's run paid off."
He smacked his mom's ass and held on for the ride.
Her only response was, "Mm!"
Mommy's stud gripped her buns, and squeezed them for effect. She held still -- bent over for her son -- while he "checked her progress."
"I'd say no one could hope for better than this," he slurred through his excitement, and released his grip.
She stood erect, pushing her round chest up and forward.
The workout began. They pushed hard, but Grant was determined that nothing be rushed. "Better we just don't get to certain exercises than rushing one and getting hurt." Madeline still wondered why her son had ordered the steak dinner, but there was no time to ask.
After 40 minutes passed, Gabe called down to them. "Wipe yourselves down and then grab a seat. It's perfect, and it won't wait another minute."
The steaks were very good. They were not the first Mr. Bloom had made. The roasted potatoes complimented the marinade, and they each had a glass of wine to go with it.
"I tell ya," droned the self-ordained steak master. "It takes a steady hand to make a steak that good."
"Yes," agreed his son. "And the potatoes were seasoned to perfection."
"Eh, I had to add salt."
"You're supposed to salt to taste, Dad. That's why even Michelin star restaurants have salt shakers on the table."
"Sure. Sure. You did a good job with the potatoes, Madie." He sat back, letting his stomach bulge.
Madeline made no response. She reached for her son's empty plate and stacked it on her own. Grant grabbed his father's and the wine glasses for an excuse to accompany his mother to the sink. "Oops. Did you want your wine glass for some more, Dad?"
"No, thanks. We've all got work tomorrow."
"Okay."
His father wandered towards the den, muttering self-satisfied musings. The toned son turned to his mother at the sink. "That steak would have tasted like nothing if it weren't for your marinade," he said for her ears only.
She looked up at him, and smiled gratitude.
He took her hand under the tap. "Without you, it's just some food. You are what makes it a meal." He felt her grip tighten in the warm stream of water. "Now, I need to go talk to him alone." Her eyes rounded with concern. He stroked her brown tresses with his dry hand, triggering that familiar shiver along her lovely figure. "Don't worry. I just need to understand things better. I have to talk with him while he feels satisfied and in command. Would you mind cleaning up without me while I do that?"
She rose onto the balls of her feet to give him a peck on the lips. "Whatever you need from me, darling." Against her wishes, her eyes flashed with hunger for him. Her gaze dodged to the dishes in the sink, hiding the mother's not-so-secret desire.
"Okay, I'll be back in a little while." He smacked her ass to punctuate the moment. She smiled at the suds.
Grant joined his father in the den. He sat in a comfortable chair near to Gabe's Lay-Z-Boy. There was a small table between them with a lamp and some magazines on it. He placed his phone on a magazine, and said, "Sorry we had to leave you alone in the kitchen today for our workout. But I think it's paying off. How do you like Mom's progress?"
Gabe's eyes never left the television, he was only half thinking about to whom he was speaking. "Yeah, yeah. She may finally be getting hot enough to --" he stumbled, remembering it was his son sitting there. "You know. Enjoy my 'husbandly' rights."
His son made a weak smile and shook his head. "I'm not sure that's a word. Besides, do you really think sex is your right?"
"Listen, bud, everyone is entitled to expect their spouse to satisfy them. It's part of the marital contract. Otherwise, you're just roommates."
How the fuck do you apply that to how neglectful you've been of Mom for years? But aloud he asked, "What if she won't give 'it' to you? You're not going to force yourself on Mom."
"Of course not. But if she won't help me satisfy my needs, then I'm justified getting it elsewhere."
This is exactly where Grant had expected (hoped?) to get to. "Pshh. Right."
"What?"
"No offense, Dad, but we both know you can't do better than Mom."
The father tried to shrug it off. "I won't need to. She'll be grateful for the chance."
That is not going to happen, he thought. "Well, good luck, I guess."
This was all he could stand. He scooped up his phone and stopped the recording function on his way back to the kitchen. He stood behind the shapely matriarch, and lay hands on the curve of her hips.
She made a small "Hmm," to acknowledge his touch.
Careful no other part of his body touched her back, the scheming son leaned forward to speak softly in her ear. "Remember, You're not to let him into your... lumpy sleeping gown. I'll be in my room listening until I'm confident that everyone is going to bed quietly. Then I will go to the den to wait for you." He stroked her hair, yet again, and said, "and you know how I expect you to be dressed when you come, right?"
Keeping her eyes on the soapy dishes, Madeline blushed, nodded and bit her bottom lip to restrain the smile that was growing on her face.
***
Dear MM,
Thanks for writing to us! No one has ever asked about the pick-up-artist who helped my son. Funnily, yes, we did meet him after the events of the story we posted. It wasn't bad.
The guy never had a clue regarding our incestuous connection. We could be more natural around him than any of my son's real friends. He was open, curious and almost charming.
He "wondered out loud" about a possible threesome (or foursome if we wanted.) We were not surprised. Meeting with him was good for an hour and a laugh, but we took a hard pass on the ménage à trois. Even years after the events you read about, one-on-one time with my son is as electrifying as ever. No one can take care of me like him; top to bottom, front and back. Adding others to our bed would only distract his love, skill and focus...
- From a private reply from SeducedByStoryXOXO to MadMommy1980
***
"You were begging me for it a few weeks ago!" Gabe bellowed that night.
Grant listened at the dividing wall. It must have been more than three months ago. His mother remained meek but stubbornly refused to let her husband put his hands on her.
Mr. Bloom wasn't backing down either. When the father sounded ready to flip, their son knocked on the door and walked in without waiting to be invited. He rubbed his eyes, playing at being half-asleep. "What's all the screaming is about?"
"None of your business, Grant. Go back to bed!"
The youngest and strongest man in the house let his hands fall to his side. All signs of sleepiness were gone. "I will leave when you have calmed down."
The patriarch glared red-faced at his son. The twenty-something trainer watched him; calm and ready.
"Look, it's late. Whatever it is, maybe you should both sleep on it. Try talking in a civil tone tomorrow."
"Thank you, Grant." Madie stared at her husband but spoke to her son. "I am done discussing this with your father. I've already told him so. All this noise and bluster can only be for his own benefit."
"Madeline!"
"Wherever you're trying to go, Dad, this isn't how to get there. You're too angry. She's totally closed off. Give yourself and Mom a chance to calm down and rest. Tomorrow you can approach this business -- whatever it is -- with a clear head."
Gabe glowered from his son to his wife and back again. Even he could see there was no way the current situation could lead to sex. "Whatever. We'll talk tomorrow. Go to bed, Grant. It's fine."
Mother and son locked eyes. She stroked her hair, nodded and made a small smile.
"Okay, then." He realized that his hands were in fists. He relaxed them. "Let's all try to have a good night."
His mom's eyes sparkled at his words. She planned to have a good night with him, all right.
His father growled, "Get. Out. Now."
The young man returned to his room and listened. In time it was quiet enough. He went down to wait in the den with only a pair of shorts and his phone.
When she came to him, she was a vision.
Tonight her underwear was the color of pearls. The panties sported a narrow gusset. The bra was the skimpiest so far; squeezing her breasts together into a succulent cleavage. She stalked to her son to take her seat. Just shy of naked, Madeline perched where she belonged: on her son's lap.
Something felt different on his thighs. Grant bent to the side to get a better look at where his mother's cheeks made contact with his bare legs. His hand automatically explored her round buns as well. He felt smooth mommy skin nearly the whole way round. "This a thon-"
She put her face in her hands, and made a pained, "Uuuoo."
Leaving his hand on the perfect curvature of his mother's backside, he looked up to her covered face. "What?"
"It's silly, isn't it? A woman in her forties shouldn't wear a thong, should she?"
"What? No, I -"
"I look ridiculous."
He wanted to never let go of her sweet rear end, but it was necessary. He reached up to stroke her long dark hair. The miserable sounds behind her hands ceased; immediately soothed.
"You do not look ridiculous. You're mouthwatering. There's no age limit on a thong. One prefers that a woman -- whatever her age -- have the mid-section, butt and legs to pull it off. You've got those in spades!"
Blue-gray eyes peeked from behind her hands. "Really?"
"Really, Mom. You can wear a thong for me any time. Wear them often. Wear them proud." We'll pull them off together one day, and I'll split you open.
The mollified mommy let her hands fall into her bare lap. She opened a smile so bright enough to illuminate the whole first floor. "Okay. I will. For you."
"That's right. Just for me. Maybe we'll pick up a thong bikini for you. We can go to the pool together. You'll have to stick close to me, so I can keep all the guys away from you." She rocked in his lap and tittered like a school girl. "But you'll wear the thong panties only for me; just for the two of us to enjoy together."
Her eyes were big as moons. She nodded. They shared a kiss; mouths closed, but lips locked together. They held their mouths together long enough for it to be exhilarating. Grant's scalp, neck and stomach were tingling. An erection threatened to make itself known. But hesitant Madeline withdrew fast enough to leave room for doubt. She turned her face away from her handsome son, trembling on his lap.
She's really struggling. Am I about to make it easier or harder? He ran his hand down her spine. The gesture was to ease his nerves and his mom's. Either way, she needs to know.
"Mom, I need to play you something I recorded on the phone."
The dialogue between father and son played from the phone. He held his mother tight.
"Maybe he will come to his senses," Grant considered. "He could say he didn't mean it like it sounds. But, in light of this, will you agree to keep his hands off of you for another day or two?"
Madeline nodded agreement.
"You've let me be in charge of you in a lot of ways, right?"
She Nodded again.
"The results of you putting yourself in my hands has been pretty damned good hasn't it?"
This time the nod was accompanied by a smile.
"Okay, then, at least for the next few days, this..." He ran his hands up her thighs and hips, along the flanks of her torso and stroked her face and hair. "...is mine."
She shivered at the attention and buried her face in his neck.
He could feel her breath hard and hot on his chest and shoulder. "All mine, right?"
The responding nod was energetic, snuggling into his neck.
"Then you keep Dad's sweaty stinking fucking hands off of this beautiful body. Don't let him taint my most precious treasure."
She shivered again, and kissed his neck with three small pecks; triple-promised, sealed with kisses.
They held onto each other, silent in the half light of the den.
Many minutes passed before Madeline squeaked, "Baby?"
"Yes, Mom," he answered in a hush.
She drew back from his neck to look him in the eye. "Are you going to spank me again before we go off to bed?" she asked with hope.
His hand fell to cup her cheeks; exposed by the thong. The gesture was unconscious, but both enjoyed it. Master Bloom decided to play a little. "Well, I don't know, Mom. I checked you out before our workout this evening." He caressed her firm ass while putting on a look of skepticism. "What would be the point?"
"Well, I feel like I've been bad with the way I've been acting these last few weeks. I thought a spanking might help me relieve those guilty feelings." She sought his eyes for an answer. A naughty smile hung on her lips.
Both knew she was referring to her actions towards Gabe, but Grant turned it on its head.
"I suppose I can understand if you feel guilty for considering being with him while I have been in charge of you."
Her smile fell away as she processed his distortion of her request, but it returned as her son's possessive meaning dawned on her. She cleared her throat. "Em, that sounds okay."
She stood between his hairy thighs. He had to resist the urge to start kissing and licking her round hips, taut tummy and toned upper-torso. She backed off a step to kneel on the seat cushions to his left. Then she lay her slender mature form across his lap, leaning her elbows on the seat cushion to his right. The naked back of his own mother lay at his fingertips, hidden only by a thin strand of fabric between her delectable buns and the bra strap along her upper-back. Every square inch was smooth and tempting. Her bare thighs and tight ass twitched under his caress.
She shifted her elbows to sink her chest into the seat to her son's right. One forearm lay atop the other, and her head turned to rest upon them. Her brunette locks cascaded off the edge of the couch. Grant's mom's curving ass jiggled as she shifted into a comfortable position.
There was no way she could miss the erection surging against her flat belly.
The young man's left paw cupped his mother's ass cheek. He held it there, taking pure pleasure at what his mom was giving him. Finally he turned to ask, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, darling. Make Mommy a good girl again. Spank away my naughtiness."
"That may just make way for new naughty deeds," he quipped.
Madeline giggled. "Good thing my baby is here to bend me over and make things right if I do," she cooed. She wiggled her thong at him.
He ran his right hand up her bare spine, skipping over the bra strap. His fingers smoothed over her shoulder and along her arm. The hand met hers. Their fingers laced together with his palm over the back of her hand. She held on tight.
The trainer in charge raised his left hand. "You're sure he won't hear this?"
She was panting with anticipation. Her hard abdomen was pushing over and over against his engorged prick. Between gulps of air she said, "I made sure he was in a deep sleep before I came. If he wakes up... then fuck him." She gave her son's hand a squeeze. "This is what I want; what I need to do with you."
"Alright." His cock throbbed against her midsection.
Clap!
"Oh!" she squeaked and giggled.
"Whose hands guided you?"
"Yours, baby."
Whack!
"Ah," she chirped.
"Who helped you carve out his gorgeous body?"
"Huh," she gasped. "You did, my darling."
Pop!
"Unh," she grunted as her eyes closed. A smile crept along her lips.
"Who deserves the privilege of touching you?"
"Youuuu." The words oozed with low certainty.
Spank!
"Only you!" Her smile opened to show well maintained teeth. She was squirming against his lap. It made her reddening cheeks shimmer.
"Who takes the best care of you?"
"You, my love."
Pak!
"Yah." Madeline drew their linked hands to her mouth, and pressed her lips to his fingers. Her squirming got more violent. It was almost too much for Grant.
"Who shows you that he really loves you?"
"My son," she whispered.
"Whose that?"
"You, my angel."
Slap!
"Oh!"
"Who will you trust to give you what you need?"
"You, baby. You give Mommy what she needs!"
"And what does Mommy need right now?"
His mother groaned a single unsteady note. Her hips ground against his thighs and the erection between them. The lovely features of her face twisted in a torrent of desire, resistance. The orgasm that was building battled her constant fear of going too fast. How can I still feel afraid when we've gone so far? This is ridiculous! There was no stopping the orgasm.
"One more stroke from you, Grant," she whined. "Mommy needs one more smack on her ass from her loving son."
Her body was already twitching in the throes of orgasm when he said, "Anything for my beautiful mother."
He brought his hand down on the twin globes of her ass with force and held it there. She groaned and twisted. Her crease gushed. She had to release his hand to keep from injuring their fingers. "Nnnnnnn...Babyyyyyy."
The newly freed hand of her young man rubbed her shoulder. He made a soothing shushing sound as his mother writhed in the final aftershocks. When she was still enough, he could stroke her hair. The gorgeous body went limp.
In the quiet, her son whispered, "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You are a marvel. I love you so much, Mom."
Her stomach and lower back started to ache in the awkward position, but that was not the reason she had to get up. She knew the thong could not hide how she was leaking beneath.
Mother and son stood up together. Both swayed in euphoria in front of the couch of secretive support, affection and punishment. They hugged. She pressed her newly toned body against him with need for gentleness after the roughness.
Grant kissed the top of her head. "Get a good nights' sleep. I'm planning a rigorous progress check when you finish work. And I will keep looking into Dad's worthiness."
This was all pretense, by now. Madeline could never be Gabe's woman again, and Grant would never declare his father to be worthy of his mother. Neither Bloom could be sure that they would become lovers. But the natural forces between them had driven the ungrateful husband out of contention.
The thong-clad beauty looked up at her son, doe-eyed. "Will you give your Mommy a proper kiss goodnight? Especially after how rough you had to be on my naughty ass?"
Her bare chested man kissed her, lips locked but no tongue. "Now go put that terrible nightgown on. No one else gets to see my beautiful prize."
Smiling, she did so. Each went to their own bed to cope with the frustration.
***
BalletWidow: My son is constantly pawing at me. He has recently confessed a sexual desire for me. Unlike you on this forum, I do not find the idea appealing. At all. I've come here to ask about and understand the thinking behind this kink of yours, no offense. Maybe it will help me understand how to deal with my son.
MadMommy1980: How old is your son? Most laws (and this community's rules) require that everyone is a legal adult at a minimum. One hopes for adult levels of maturity. Maybe you just don't find a boy "constantly pawing at" you desirable. Perhaps he needs to behave like a grown man, to whom you could open up. It sounds like he has work to do building up the right sort of relationship with you before you'd even think of taking a plunge. I would've been repulsed if my son had started groping me out of nowhere. It is possible that your son just isn't the sort of man you want to let in.
Romntriarch:...at least not yet!
From a recent public discussion thread
***
The next day was Friday, and it started like every Friday. All three blooms rushed out the door to work. All three members of the family worked from 9 to 5 on Fridays. Everything seemed normal until Grant's shift was over. He found a text from Madeline.
"I will be late. Message me when you're home."
He arrived at the empty house, and wrote to his mother. "I just got home."
She called him 60 seconds later. "Perfect timing, hon. I'm all done here." The background noise was not from her office. He could hear the irregular beeps of a cash register. "Go on downstairs, and start your workout. I'll be home in thirty to forty five minutes." She hung up before he could ask where she was.
Shoulders shrugged. It was easiest to comply. He'd been struggling with a lot of nervous energy at work, so a half hour in the basement gym sounded good to him.
As he pushed through the last set, his mother descended the stairs. She took a deep whiff of her son's musk and walked to the storage room. There were shopping bags in her hands and a smile on her face.
"We just worked out yesterday, Mom."
"I know, baby." He heard the short zip of her skirt followed by the rustle of fabric rubbing fabric and skin.
"It's better to take a day or two between sessions."
"I know. Don't worry." More sounds of his mother changing clothes floated to his ears. She stepped into the room wearing extra short running shorts and a tank top that hugged every curve on her torso. "I'm going for a run." The fit mommy reached behind her head to tie her hair into a pony tail. Raising her elbows to do so brought her full chest up and forward.
"Then why did you want me come down here before --"
"I planned to change down here, and I love how you warm the basement up when you work out." She sucked in another breath through her nose. "Also, I wanted to get my encouragement-slash-inspection before I head out." Her eyes sparkled, and she grinned ear-to-ear.
Grant smiled at the request. He pointed up and twirled his finger in a circle. His mother turned to place her hands on the washer.
The inspection started with gently rubbing the cheeks through the thin shorts. "This okay?"
"Mmm Hmm."
No pain?"
"Mmm Mmm." The brunette pony tail wagged side-to side.
"That's good. Let's take a closer look."
Madeline locked her knees, and pushed her bottom back. This made it easy for her son to pull down the thin fabric that had hidden her buns and groin. Grant took her panties down with them. His mom didn't question this at all. The only sound was of a woman's underwear sliding down her taut thighs and calves.
The young trainer explained himself anyway. "No point leaving the panties on if I'm going to be sure of your recovery."
The mother's round hips swayed left-right-left. She murmured, "Whatever you need, baby."
He ran his hands over the bare cheeks. They were warm and slightly red. Mamma held still for her son's touch. "Any sensitivity? Does it sting at all? I need to know. I don't want to do too much. I'd hate to hurt you."
He could smell her sex now. Her body shivered at his words and his groping. "Feels wonderful."
"So, I wasn't too rough with you last night?"
"No, not at all." She looked down and blushed. "I love how you handle me."
"Well, to be sure you feel good," he said, then he pursed his lips to blow cool air on his mother's naked ass. He tilted his head to be sure a gust or two reached her nether lips too."
"Ooooh," she moaned in a low sotto voce. "Yessss, that's nice."
Grant gave his mom's spectacular ass one last gentle caress before standing upright. "I love to hear it. You're ready for your run."
Madeline bent to pull her panties and shorts back up. Once she was standing and balanced again, her son gave her a hearty slap on the newly-covered rear. "Ooh!" she squealed with delight.
"Go on. Tear up the pavement, Mom."
She grinned and said, "Yes, sir, coach." She went to the stairs. Grant watched her ass pump with each step. She turned to catch him staring, and said, "Could you chop up the veggies in the grocery store bag on the counter while I'm gone?"
"Consider it done."
"Thanks, babe. See you later."
He watched her leg muscles flex and her tight ass jiggle as she ascended the stairs. Once she was gone, he sighed and headed up to do the prep work for his Mom.
Gabe wore a sour look when he arrived. His frown deepened when he saw what his son was chopping in the kitchen. "I'm gonna go up and get out of these work clothes."
He was still upstairs when his wife returned from her run. She was smiling. Her teeth looked bright as she panted across the living room to inspect her son's prep work.
"Dad's home. Getting changed. He's been up there for almost twenty minutes."
For a moment, Grant thought his mother hadn't heard him.
She looked him in the eye, smiled and said, "Okay." Then the sporty mommy turned on her heel and headed for the basement. "I'm going to change out of this running outfit. In the meantime put the blue pan on the stove top and crack some pepper into it." She was already opening the basement door. "Get out the olive oil too, but don't put any in the pan." The door shut behind her.
It took under a minute to do as he'd been asked. He cleared the table and set it with shallow bowls and tall glasses.
Madeline returned from the basement in oversize sweatpants and a matching oversize sweatshirt. She strode across the kitchen to start cooking.
"What's with the sweats?"
She turned to nail him with a look. "I got home late because I picked up other things to wear for you later. But he's going to be at the dinner table." She tipped her head toward the staircase. "So this is what I'm wearing for now." She winked at him, and started cooking.
Gabe finally came downstairs. He stared for a long moment at his wife cooking. "I thought we were going to have a talk today."
"I'm cooking now. You've got sports things you want to watch after dinner, and I'll want to rest soon. I guess our conversation will have to wait until bed."
Dinner was salad and lightly sautéed veggies. This put the father in an even worse mood. He wolfed down the roughage and stormed from the table to the den without saying a word. This left the mother and son to finish their meals. Even with the furious vibes coming from the den, they found a deep pleasure in each other's company.
Grant skewered his last veggie, and said, "Great job on dinner, Mom. Like always." He leaned closer to be sure only she would hear. "Remember to see me after Dad's asleep."
She grinned and shook her head at him. "Like there's any way I could forget."
"I'm going to talk to him again. Do you mind cleaning up?"
"No problem. You helped prep. Besides, I'm sure you'll make it up to me."
"Count on it," he answered. Then he headed to the den to record another conversation with his father.
He pressed the record button as he passed behind the Lay-Z-Boy, and then sat in the nearby chair.
"So, things didn't go as planned last night."
Mr. Bloom kept his eyes on the screen. "It's no big deal. Tonight's bound to be the night. I brought her favorite chocolates."
"I don't think it's gonna happen. She's big on this health kick. Far as I can tell, she's not going to go along."
The father's face darkened, but he still refused to look away from the game playing out on the television. "Well, like I told you before. She'd better put out, or I'll have no choice but to get it somewhere else. Tonight is her last chance. If I'm left hanging again, this dog is gonna go sniffin'."
"No offense, Dad, but I don't believe for a second that you can or will cheat on mom. Who would you even try it with?"
Finally Gabe turned from his game. But it was not to look at his son. Instead, he looked towards the kitchen to be sure that his wife was still rinsing dishes. Satisfied, he returned his gaze to the game. "Your old man catches looks from some ladies at the office. There are one or two I know would be game. Not my ideal woman, but desperate times..."
His mother had written about her suspicions and indifference to the idea that her husband might cheat or already be cheating. Grant had read it all a few times. He found his stomach turning anyway. "Man to man, Dad, even if Mom doesn't want to. Don't do that."
Without a blink or a twitch the patriarch said, "Man to man, son, grow the fuck up. I'm going to get my satisfaction one way or another."
"I don't believe it. I'd bet a million bucks you'd never do it."
"Make it twenty." Despite the bravado of his words, something in his voice said he was less than 100% sure he could do it.
"No, I wasn't offering a bet. I was just saying that I WOULD bet....you know...hypothetically."
"Chickening out? I don't blame you. But don't worry. I'm going to make sure tonight that there's no need for that bet tomorrow."
"This is a bad idea, Dad."
"Whatever. Shut up and leave or shut up and watch the game."
Given those choices, Grant returned to the kitchen. He hugged his mother from behind, pushing his erection into her. Bending close to her ear, her young coach whispered, "I probably don't need to say it, but I trust you know that your diet does not include chocolate."
"What?"
"No chocolate for you tonight. If you follow the rules tonight, we can try to satisfy your sweet tooth another day."
Madeline, mystified, nodded. "Yes, sir."
***
It seems like so many people in this community are determined to bash on the husband/father. My dad isn't a bad guy. He's not perfect. But who is? He had some health problems. He has been unable to do his part in the bedroom. But he loves my mom. He wants her to be able to get what she needs. He accepts Mom getting a little of what she needs "off to the side." Not sure how he'd feel if he knew "off to the side" is a visit to my apartment most weekends.
If he's ever able to get back in the saddle, he may want a return to normal. I'm prepared to step aside in that scenario (assuming that that's what my mom wants,) but everyone is happier than ever in the current arrangement.
MomsSpecialFriend2001
Dude,
I don't know whether to envy you or pity you. On the one hand, my dad is a first class prick. We're better off without the abusive bastard. On the other hand, my mom is mine for life. She's amazing, and I'm not giving her up for anything ever. There will be no returning to the bad old ways.
Different strokes I guess.
Spider69Monkey
***
Madeline stood before her seated son in a dark purple chemise. It covered more than Grant had become accustomed to for these late night rendezvous. He sat on the couch in only his shorts, cultivating his patience.
"I feel guilty," the mother spoke first. "I am being such a bad wife." She climbed onto the couch beside her coach, and lay across his lap. "To make matters worse, I feel guilty because I know it annoys you that I feel guilty. Because we both know that I'm yours to touch and handle." Grant lifted the back panel of his mother's lingerie. There were no panties at all tonight. "The only way I'm going to be able to cope," the naughty mommy continued as if her son weren't exposing her bare ass to the late night air. "is with some sort of punishment." She started to squirm. "Is there any way you can help me with that, sweetheart?"
He "disciplined" his mother to muffled squeals of delight. She shoved a small pillow against her mouth, but the euphoria on her face was easy to see. He brought his hand down on her round derriere in short evenly timed strokes. She ground her lower abdomen and upper thighs into his lap. Becoming engorged was inevitable as the movements of the planets. Her pelvis dipped and rubbed harder when she felt it.
Afterward, she curled up in his arms, and they talked about what had happened at bed time. Gabe had offered chocolates. Madeline had refused. "Good girl," said Grant, stroking her hair.
"He demanded sex from me, like it was his right." She sounded bored. "I refused him there too. I would have turned him down even if you hadn't told me to."
Her son gave her a soft kiss. "I am so pleased and proud of you."
"Hmmm. I'm glad. Your father warned me that he would go out and find 'it' elsewhere." She shrugged and nuzzled into her young man's embrace. "Like my body or my affection is a thing to be handed over or easily replaced. I told him I won't be bullied, threatened or blackmailed."
"Wow!" He squeezed her bare ass in excitement. She squeaked in slight pain.
"Sorry about that, Mom. Let me make it better." The young man got out from under his mother, and stood before the couch. "Now lie back down on your stomach. Like before, but without me under you."
"Like this, Baby?"
"Perfect." His smile was warm as he knelt beside the couch. With a false calm, his hands drew up the bottom of her chemise. There was his mom's rosy bare ass again. "Perfect," he repeated.
Maddie's eyes popped open when she felt her son's warm wet kisses on her back side. His big hands framed her buttocks, and shifted her with ease to make every square inch available to his mouth.
Again the excited mommy squirmed and gyrated her hips. Giggles escaped her lips. "Your whiskers are tickling me, hon."
The young man drew back from his ministrations. "The saliva from my kisses will soothe your sore buns." He blew gently on the cooling surface of his mom's buttocks.
A creaky, "Aaahhh," came from the other end of the couch. It sounded like every care had eased its way out of her.
He knew in that moment that he couldn't play the recording he'd made that evening for her. Let her have this relief. Maybe I'll play it for her tomorrow or the day after.
"If you're still sore tomorrow, I'll give you another treatment so you can run properly."
Madeline went to bed with a smile.
An hour later, MadMommy1980 posted that things were escalating. "But I'm not sure if I can continue. My husband is so upset, and I feel like a hypocrite. I begged him for affection for months. and now I'm suddenly denying him. Things with my son are speeding up, but it all seems like a train wreck in the making."
"I'm sorry, but who is the hypocrite?!" Grant posted via a false persona. "Your husband is the one who denied you for so long. You waited months. How long is he willing to wait? Calm down and trust that you and your son will work through whatever wrecks come. Hell, who knows? If your son was worth submitting to, then maybe he's up to managing this situation. You say things are escalating. Picking up speed. Hold together for a few more days, and see what your man -- your REAL man -- can do."
The next morning, Saturday, three other people had responded in agreement with his post on the forum. MadMommy1980 responded too, "I suppose you're right. He's totally worth the risk."
Grant had plans for the morning before heading to his job at the gym. He walked, quiet and calm, into his parents room. Dad was cutting wood. The eager son went to his mother's side, and roused her with a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.
She came out of the daze of sleep, and smiled when she found her son there.
"Get up," he whispered. "I know it's your day off, but we've got some shopping to do before I go to work."
Forty five minutes later, both were clean and heading out the door with travel mugs of coffee. Grant pointed at his mother's car, "You can drop me off at the gym when we're done."
"Done what? What kind of terrible son drags his mother out of bed and won't even tell her where they're going?"
He simply smiled, and climbed into the passenger seat. Some day soon, he thought, I'm going to "drag" you into bed. You'll know exactly where we're going, and you'll come along at a run. When his mother was buckled up, she held up the car key and waited. "Up the street to Center road," he directed. "Left on Center to the strip mall. I'm taking you to the pool tomorrow. It's time to get you that bikini."
Her mouth fell open. But she collected her wits, and they were at Waikiki Bikini in under fifteen minutes. She was wet before they even got out of the car. Her son opened the door to the shop with a knowing smile.
"Don't look so smug," Maddie grumbled with a playful note as she approached.
As she passed, he smacked her pert ass with a loud clap.
"Ooh!" she squealed, eyes wide and blushing. She smiled to herself. He was welcome to play that game all day long.
They wandered the floor for a while. Madeline grabbed an item here and there. All together it looked like a ball of random fabric. I think this is enough to start. The tone-bodied mom swaggered to the changing room. She could hear her thirsty son pacing by the door. As she changed, she called out, "Oh, no. that's too sexy for an old lady like me."
"What do you mean?" her boy called over the door. "Aren't you going come out and show me?"
The mischievous mommy stifled a chuckle. "Of course not, Grant. You would never approve! You would be outraged if I were to parade myself around the pool in something like this."
"Let me be the judge of that!" he cried. Another customer could be heard shushing. Madeline had to put her hand over her mouth. "Come on, Mom," the young trainer said in a restrained voice. "You know I brought you here because we're going to pick something out for you together."
"Well, okay." She stepped out, and laughed immediately at her son's response. "Turns out they sell one-pieces too." She wore a loose hanging, yellow-green-brown bathing suit with zig-zags. The beautiful body Grant knew was lost in that hideous thing. "What's wrong, hon? You aren't disappointed with my choice, are you?" The brunette beauty laughed again at her own joke.
I'd still totally fuck her, he thought.
He stepped to his poorly draped mother, and hugged her. "Only you can make something that ugly look so good, Mom." He spoke quietly enough for only her to hear. Then he slid his hands down his mom's back and took hold of her ass. The suit was so loose that he had no trouble reaching inside and gripping her naked cheeks.
She gasped in surprise for a second. Then she immediately nuzzled against her son's hard chest and suppressed an approving moan.
"But it hides your tight little ass." He squeezed, and his mother's orifices gaped open for him. "I'm going to dress your sexy body up to show off this tight little tail. We're going to display your hard flat tummy. And your luscious chest will be the envy of the pool."
She swooned in his muscled arms. A weak, "Mm," was all she could say.
He kept her close and tight, squeezing the buttocks he'd spanked and kissed the night before. "You're going to strut your hot muscled legs around the pool. Every man will drool, and you will stay on my arm the whole time. I'll keep you safe from them. I'll take good care of you."
To the mother's amazement, her son's grip and words had her close to a small orgasm. "Uhn," was all she could say.
"Do you have anything like that in the changing room?"
"Nnnh-yeh. I think so."
He kissed the top of her head. Then he released her; slow enough that she could regain her footing. "Great. Go on. Show me something I'll like. Can't wait."
"Yes, sir," she whispered, for her son alone.
Madeline next appeared in a metallic gold two piece. Her young coach had cooled down enough to put up an analytical front. He looked her up and down with a frown of concentration and stroked his chin. "I do like it." She released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "You look sexy. But you look sexy in anything." A step closer, and the twenty something was in the forty something's space. "This cut accentuates your round hips." A single critical finger traced a line from a hand's breadth above the knee, up along the hip, to her pinched waist. "Womanly. Tempting. Delicious." The mother smiled, watching her son play. "But the cut has too many straight lines." This time his finger started at the side of the gusset before running up the seam to where it met her hip. The big digit had pressed through the fabric against the side of her vaginal lips. Her eyes popped in surprise, but it was over before she could speak. "A beauty like you with a body like this deserves better. Do you have anything that goes higher on the hip?"
"Um. Yes. Two or three."
"Great." He clapped her yet again on her supple ass. "Let's see one." I like this, she thought. I can't remember ever making such sexy play. This is so much fun! She dove back into the changing room.
When Grant's mother resurfaced from the tiny hiding space, he took on a look of mock outrage. "No, no, NO! What are you trying to do, here?" It was high hipped, but it was a one piece suit. He popped his eyebrows up, and made a manic smile. "Are you mocking me?" He took hold of her waist, and she burst into ticklish giggles. He teased through his locked smile, "Am I going to have to burn every one piece in this place to get you how I want you?" She squealed, twisted and laughed under his electrifying touches.
"Excuse me. You two in the back. Excuse me!"
Mom and son turned to see a pleasant looking woman in her late fifties.
"I'm all for having fun, but I have to ask you two to keep it down a little. It's early, but we do have a few other customers." Sure enough, five patrons were staring.
"No problem. We'll keep it down." He pulled his mother tight, and whispered, "We'll be quieter, because my sweet mother will only wear two piece bikinis for her son. Isn't that right?"
With a softer giggle his captive nodded.
"Good. You have beautiful skin. When you return I expect to see plenty of it. But, now that I think of it: I've changed my mind. No thongs. Regular back panels for the pool. Thong panties and bathing suits will only be for you and me in private."
Her brown locks bobbed as she nodded. One step toward the changing room and Madeline stopped. The hot mommy was breathing heavily, watching him over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked, using his indoor voice.
Still smiling without words, she looked down at the back of the suit and back up at her young man. Mommy wanted a spank.
Grant understood immediately. He closed the distance between them again, and murmured in her ear. "I can't do anything that might make a loud noise, or we'll be thrown out. So you'll have to settle for something quieter." His right arm snaked around her waist, pulling his mother to him. The hard erection couldn't be ignored against her soft backside. His left arm reached between them and took hold of an ass that just wouldn't quit.
Madeline hummed in pleasure.
Her son massaged her tight-clad butt with a possessive hold. "I hope this will do."
The older woman nodded again. "Yes, thank you, darling." Those hips popped with each step to the changing room.
Two more bikini's brought on further -- quieter -- hijinks and excuses to touch his mother where a good boy never would. Finally, Maddie's hourglass perfection emerged in a cherry red bikini. Thick strings rode high on her motherly hips, and they held a tiny gusset that dipped to her groin. The top matched the bottom, allowing a lucky viewer to see plenty of soft cleavage. Her smooth flat stomach and long muscled legs were on full display.
"That's it," Grant declared. "I am taking you to the pool tomorrow. You will wear this bikini. No one could guess I'm your son. Everyone will take one look at us, and they'll think I'm some lucky boy-toy. And they will know that you are the hottest woman to set foot...anywhere."
The not-so-mad-mommy grinned wide and bright. She'd seen herself in the changing room mirror. She knew how she looked in this outfit. "It's not something I'd usually choose for myself; not for public, at least. But, yeah. I like it too!"
"Wow," said the manager. She'd left them to their fun since they'd quieted down. "You look like a 5,000,000 candlepower firecracker in that!"
"Thanks," Madeline beamed. "I'll take it."
Mrs. Bloom changed back to her usual clothes while her son paid for the bikini. They left arm in arm.
"Time flew," the trainer sighed. "That was fun, but I've got work."
Young master Bloom got a ride to the gym from his mommy. She smiled and gave him a slow goodbye kiss. The car could have floated back to the house, she was so happy.
It was after ten at night when he returned home. His mom and his meal awaited; both heated up and ready. "Neal had to take off early, and that left me alone to wipe down the machines. Took extra long." He looked around. "Where's Dad?"
"Gone to bed."
"On a Saturday night?"
She shrugged, and turned her head to the side. "Your father was in a surly mood. Understandable, I suppose. He was out for most of the afternoon. Came back late in the evening. He says he was hanging out at a bar, and ate some burgers and fries. No appetite left for a 'bird-food' dinner."
Grant looked at the spaghetti with home made marinara; hearty and rich with extra veggies. Bird food? He shook his head in disbelief.
As the warm noodles and sauce slid down his throat, his weariness seemed to press on the back of his neck.
"Anyway, in a mood like his, there's no way he's coming down here any time tonight." So, she sat on his lap, and took his fork from his hand. She turned a helping with care, but the loving mother stopped short. "Honey! You've got dark smudges under your eyes."
Her son draped his arms around her and nodded. "I didn't fall asleep for a while last night."
"And then you got up to go shopping with me in the morning before a full day of work at the gym? No wonder you're exhausted." She eased a forkful into his mouth, and stared at her son's face. As he chewed, she considered. She offered another forkful of food. "No meeting on the couch tonight," she decided.
"Whhff?" her young man sputtered around the fork. She withdrew it before he could hurt himself. Squeezing her like a prized possession, he chewed and swallowed. "But I want to have couch time with you, mom. I thought it was good for you too."
"It's wonderful, darling, and we'll definitely do it again. But you've got to get some sleep now. Don't worry. I'll be thinking of you tonight. But I want us well rested for tomorrow's visit to the pool and our workout later in the day. You'll need to be alert and attentive for Mommy. You're going to take care of me while I wear that red bikini for you, right?"
She fed him more spaghetti, and he answered, "Mm-hmm."
***
The simple fact, Mads, is that there came a point when I had to admit that my husband was no longer my man. I could no longer deny that I had a new man, and that that man was my son.
Part of a private message from Romantriarch to MadMommy1980 15 months ago
***
Sunday morning Grant awoke early. The young man felt well rested and ready for the day ahead. He went down to the kitchen to prepare water bottles filled with lemon slices and ice cubes.
His mother came down next. She wore a blue sundress with small white dots. Beneath, he presumed, she wore her skimpy bikini. Her eyes were wide, but her expression was not eagerness. It was shock.
"Good morning," seemed like a safe opening gambit.
"Morning." Her mouth was tight with anxiety.
"What's going on?"
"Well..." She looked off to the side as if unsure how to explain. "Your father has decided to join us on our trip to the pool."
"Really?"
She answered with only a nod, as Gabe's lurching footsteps approached.
"Huh, okay. I've prepared a couple of lemon water bottles. I don't suppose he'll want one."
"I don't suppose I will," answered his husky father as he climbed down the stairs. He wore what looked like two dozen pale yellow and brown pockets sewn together to make a large pair of shorts. Above that mess was a Hawaiian print button down shirt that couldn't hope to match. "It will be beer for the gentleman scholar that is your father. I'll load up the cooler with ice. We can put your cute water bottles in there with my beer. Your mom will whip up some sandwiches to take with us too."
"Umm. Sure."
"Your father will take the cooler in his car, and you and I will drive separately in my car."
"Yeah," agreed her husband in a gregarious tone. "I may decide to head home early if I get too bored sitting by the pool. It's not really my scene, but I know your mother wants me there."
Madeline's eyes stayed wide open. Her smile did not match the unblinking eyes.
"Okay." It was all Grant had. "I'll go grab a towel and get changed then." In his room he took an extra handful of minutes to process what was happening. His father had never enjoyed going to the pool with them. He and his mother had gone there alone over the past three Summers.Maybe more. As long as I hang close to Mom, there shouldn't be a problem.
Also, the senior Bloom would see Madeline in that red bikini. They had intended that vision to be primarily for her son. Then again, the plan was to show her off to everyone else at the pool. Dad will behave himself in public, so what can be the harm?
Finally, there didn't seem to be anything he could do to stop his father from coming along without making all sorts of problems. Fuck it. Mom knows where she belongs. If there's any trouble, she'll be on me like white on rice. That's good enough.
When he came down, his father was lugging the yellow cooler towards the garage door. "Whatever," he grumbled at his wife. "I'll buy a hot dog at the snack bar if I get hungry. You two can split my cucumber whatever sandwich." He kicked the door open. "Assuming you're not too stuffed from your own," he added with a chuckle. He ducked through the door, out of sight.
Grant smiled. "Charming as always." This got a mild titter from his mother. "I'm ready if you are."
She tossed a plastic bottle of SPF 30 sun cream into a cloth bag with her towel and held up her key ring. "Yep! Grab my purse from the table, and we can go."
They climbed into her car. He had to be sure. "I trust you packed the red bikini, or you're wearing it under your dress?"
She turned to him with a look of surprise. "Of course I am." She shifted in her seat. The fit mommy had to lift her right leg so she could turn 90 degrees and face him entirely. With zero hesitation, Grant's mother took the hem of her dress and drew it back. The summer day light glowed on silky tone thighs. "Oh, I didn't ask. Um. Do you want to see that I've done as you ordered, coach?" There was a gleam of mischief in her wide eyes, but her tone was docile and yearning.
It took a second for her son to find his voice. "Uhum. Ye...yes, I'd like to see. Show me."
She calmly lifted the hem to her bulging chest. Her legs were entirely exposed to him. The red front panel of the bikini bottoms hid her crease and little else. Not a hair could be seen.
Without thinking, he reached out to caress the smooth skin around the crotch of her bathing suit. "You've shaved."
"Yes," affirmed the loving mother. "I've kept everything nice and clean for you. At least I assumed that this is what you wanted. I'll always do things however you want it; whatever you need."
Soon she'd be exposing far more of her skin to far more people, but there was a magic to this moment. There sat his mother; legs splayed apart, offering him her narrowly covered groin. She stared at him as if waiting to get his verdict on a dish she'd prepared in his honor. Sealed away together in the car, his mom's casual exposure and stirring words felt lewd and thrilling.
I could tell her to pull aside the front panel. Say I want to see how well she has shaved her pussy for me. She would do it. I doubt she would hesitate. His head spun at the idea. As if the meeting place of her bare legs had a gravity of its own, he felt drawn to shove his face between those thighs; put his mouth on his mother's crease.
She questioned him before he could move. "Is this how you wanted me?"
"Wha-?" He shook himself out of his daze. "Yeah. Yes. You look wonderful, Mom."
Still holding her legs apart for him, she asked, "Shall we go to the pool now?"
"If you—uh—yeah." He wiped sweat from his brow. Fuck! Who is seducing whom? Who is in control here?
Madeline smiled and restored the hem to her lap. She closed her legs, faced forward and turned the ignition. An elegant hand sporting fire-engine red nails eased a pair of sunglasses onto her face. "The pool isn't far, but let's put on the A/C anyway." It was as close as the mature bombshell would come to mentioning the heat they felt.
As they drove, the haze of sex fell enough for Mrs. Bloom to shake her head and say, "I have no idea why your father invited himself to join us."
"It's okay."
"I tried to talk him out of it."
"Really, it's alright, Mom."
"He said you and I have had plenty of mother-son time. Says he should be free to join his family at the public pool. I didn't know what--"
Grant grabbed and held her thigh. "Mom. Relax." She quieted down immediately. "He's not changing anything."
"Okay. I'm calm," she fibbed. "But what about when he sees me in this bikini?"
Masculine muscled shoulders shrugged. "My best guess is he'll see what a fool he's been for turning you down for years."
"I wasn't in such good shape until recently."
"You've been a fit and beautiful woman all along. I just helped you tighten up an already great body."
"Hmmm."
"One look at you rocking that tight little bikini, and he will probably realize how far you are out of his league now."
"But, I--"
"And that's not just because you've got a bangin' body," her son pressed. "Believe it. Your body is heavenly. It's not just because he's let his gut grow. It is hard to ignore what a lovely, upbeat and disciplined woman you are, running your career, your household and your physique. He can't do more than drive to work and complain about the meals."
"Oh, honey," she choked out as they pulled into the parking lot.
"Wait 'till you see how he looks standing next to you. It's going to be the queen of the world standing next to a grubby little gnome from under her stairs."
She parked the car and killed the engine. Her voice shook, "And where will you be? Who are you in this tableau?"
"Well, you're the queen. That makes me your prince." A prince who spanks his naughty queen's bare ass every night before bed.
The taut mother launched herself across the small space into his arms. She hugged him and breathed ragged breaths.
She's on the verge of tears! He shushed her and stroked her hair. The impact of her hug had hidden her trembling. Grant's touch soothed her as effectively as it could, at other times, excite her.
His mom's trembling diminished and stopped. The brunette head drew back, and she smiled with wet eyes. "You are a prince to me. I'm so lucky to have you...in my life." She kissed his lips -- closed mouths -- for a slow seven seconds. "I love you so much, Grant."
"I love you too, Mom." His big hands smoothed her hair a few more times, then ran down her flanks to rest on her womanly hips.
"Let's go show the world what a hot queen mamma you've got."
They exited the car, grinning.
Each Bloom went into the changing area designated for their sex. Like most young men, Grant was changed and ready in a flash. He entered the main pool area, prepared to wait for his mother to arrive from the women's changing area.
"There you are! I was wondering if you two could get lost on a ten block drive." It was his father, of course. His feet were bare now, and he'd unbuttoned his Hawaiian print shirt. He was trying to hide his gut, but the open shirt just emphasized it. "Your mother?"
"Still changing inside, I guess."
"Typical. Well, I don't want to wait around for her. A bunch of buddies from my office are here as luck would have it."
"Huh. Lucky."
"Yeah. See the three lounge chairs with the cooler, my towel and my sandals on them?"
"Yeah."
"Those are ours. I'm going to chat with my friends. When your mom comes, bring your bags over to our lounge chairs. Your mom will want to come and say, 'Hi' to Trent and Jerry. I'll introduce her to...whatever. Just wait for your mom, and take the bags to our chairs. After that you're free."
Free? Does he think I arranged to go to the pool with Mom just to ditch her?
"Sure thing, Dad. Go on. I'll make sure Mom comes."
Gabe ambled off to a group of similarly built people close to his age.
The young man stood by and awaited the fireworks of his mother's entrance.
The molten-hot Mad Mommy did not disappoint. She strutted in on cherry-red fuck-me heels that made a perfect mach to her bikini. Ha! She must have smuggled those in her towel bag so I wouldn't see them. Goddamn, what a woman! Full of surprises! The heels made her calves bulge. Her smooth thighs flexed, and her hips popped like she was on a catwalk. Those red lips smiled at her son with the light of a thousand suns. She arched her torso; shoulders back, breast bone up. Her chest bounced along like a slow motion wet dream. Dark shades hid her grey-blue eyes, but Grant knew she was watching him and only him. When she reached her son, he took her towel bag without a word. She put her hands on her hips -- showing off toned arms -- and locked her knees.
By the snack bar some dude spilled soda all over himself. Behind Grant, a skinny young woman was punching her boyfriend and growling for him to "Stop looking." Teenagers and twenty something boys and girls all around were picking their jaws up off the cement.
"Hey, baby," Madeline said to her young man with a playful confidence. She hugged his upper arm, squeezing it between her breasts.
"Hey. I like the heels."
"Thanks."
"You look so hot the pool might evaporate if you get close."
"That's sweet. You're the one who made me hot. Where to first?"
He gulped at her double entendre. He wanted to scream, That's right motherfuckers! She's the sexiest woman here, and she is mine! You like that ass? Of course you do! I'm going to take good care of that ass! She's all mine! The proud son spoke with a calm that hid these thoughts. "Dad's over there with some folks from his office. He would like you to join him; meet and greet." He rested a hand on her supple hip. She stayed put, and her smile broadened at his touch. "We will go over to those deck chairs first to put down our towel bags. He can wait."
"Sounds good. Lead on, Coach G."
They walked to the designated chairs, and the eyes of every pubescent human except for Mr. Bloom was on her.
Gabe turned to see what everyone was staring at. There was his son. Beside Grant there was a woman bending over to place a bag on their chairs. The mystery woman had the finest ass he'd ever seen. "Heh," he mumbled to himself. "My boy didn't take long to pick up a hottie. But I told him to wait for his..." The mystery woman stood. She turned ninety degrees, and lifted her arms to fiddle with her long brown hair. It gave a mouth-watering rise and shift to her already-impressive tits. She turned another forty five degrees, and he finally understood what he was seeing.
"Madeline?" A cocktail of feelings poured over him like multi-colored ice water. On one hand he was more turned on by his wife than he'd been in twenty years. On another, he felt sick with disappointment that she was withholding that miraculous body. He was embarrassed at how his body contrasted with hers. There was a numb satisfaction that Madeline's beauty would likely help his plan. Anger at how she had changed; moved on to greater beauty and health without him. Disgust with himself for refusing to move forward with her. A dozen other feelings of loss, regret and humiliation ran through him too fast to track.
Under it all, he felt jealous of his son -- my own son! -- for many things: his youth, his fitness and his license to touch Madeline almost anywhere. A son won't want to touch his mother in the ways I want to be able to grab my wife. What the hell does she want? It was a question he had failed to ask too many nights in a row. He blinked slowly as his son turned his wife towards the small group of his colleagues. Who cares anymore, he tried to assure himself. I'm going to get some pussy, and Madeline will help me one way or another.
Trent, the only tall and skinny man among Gabe's colleagues, was speaking to someone behind the husband. "Holy shit. Now that is how a bikini is supposed to look."
Their short, round and ever positive coworker, Gina, gasped. "Wow. Just, wow!"
Jerry, whose build most resembled Gabe's, leaned toward the approaching pair and squinted through his glasses. "Are they coming towards us? Wait. Is that Madeline?"
Barbara, the tallest and skinniest of all, never lacked a foul word when a polite one would do. She opined, "You mean that hot little bitch in red? Oh. Fuck."
Lisa, the mousy looking back biter of the group, said, "Madeline who? Wait. Your Madeline? Gabe? Is that your wife?"
The glowing golden pair were upon them before he could answer. The dark haired stunner held tight to the arm of her young stud. "Hi," she said to her husband. "I understand you ran into some people from your work." She made a smile that was unreadable with her eyes hidden behind opaque sunglasses. She tilted her head to the side, "Hi, Trent. Nice to see you."
Trent scratched at his unkempt salt and pepper hair. His bony shoulders poked at the bowling shirt he was wearing above plain yellow swim trunks. "Hey, Madeline. Good to see you too." He made a lame wave to her, but didn't approach.
"Jerry?" the hot-body mamma said in a voice that could melt butter. "So good to see you. How is Loraine?"
"She's good, Madeline, but not as good as you. You look amazing!" Jerry stepped forward, and took a hand she released from her son's bicep. His smile was endearing and heartfelt.
"Oh, Thank you so much."
"I mean, you were always a lovely woman, but--" he made a clearing sound from somewhere in his nasal passages. "You've never looked...like this!"
"I have my son to thank," she said turning briefly to indicate Grant. "He's really whipped me into shape."
Jerry released her hand and looked to her son. "Well I guess you already know this, but great job!"
"Thanks."
Madeline looked to the shortest woman. She was a plump woman in a simple purple and yellow one piece with wiry hair. Gabe's employee looked up through thick glasses at her boss' wife, mouth agape with awe.
The scantily clad goddess purred down to her, "I'm sure you are Gina,"
Gina gulped.
"My husband has told me that you are the most positive influence an office can hope for."
Gina turned her wide lenses to Gabe. "You said that about me?"
"Not in so many words," the stunning wife said. "But I can read between the lines."
"Honey," Gabe said, finally asserting himself. "This, over here, is Barbara." He gestured to the tall red-haired woman in an ill fitting black one piece that made her look mawkish and uncomfortable. She reached out to take Madeline's hand, more like greeting royalty than a shake between equals. "Hi."
"Hi. Sorry, but I don't know about you."
"Ha! Shit. No problemo. I'm in a different department. Don't really work with Gabe. She turned to Mr. Bloom. "Dude, you never told us your wife is a fucking smoke show." She turned back to Mrs. Bloom. "No offense. I mean I'm sure you're cool and all, but you have to know you're..." Her attention mercifully shifted to Grant. "Dude, wow! I mean, you've got to train me. I'd totally pay through the nose."
"My boss wouldn't like me training people privately. Mom's family, so she's allowed. I'll get you a card for the gym where I work. For what it's worth, Jerry is right. She was already beautiful before she lifted a dumbbell or changed her diet. I just helped tweak things."
"Well you've got to tweak me an ass like that, man. I know I look--"
"Barbara, are you drunk?" This was Lisa. The others were too busy trying to hide their laughter to interrupt. All three Blooms were too stunned to react at all.
The stringy potty-mouth blushed, and ducked her head. "Yeah, probably a little."
Trent took tipsy Barbara by the arm. They went to the snack shop in hopes of finding something to sober her up.
Lisa held herself ramrod straight. She had a blonde page boy haircut, and dark brown eyes. She was the only other woman standing there willing to dress in a bikini. Hers was green, yellow and blue resembling the flag of Brazil. The top was frilly, and made it impossible to gauge her chest. Her stomach looked soft. She had to look up to face Madeline. The red fuck-me heels put the brunette a few inches above the blonde. She held her hand out, and said, "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lisa, Gabe's secretary." Her hand seemed to be shaking until Grant's mother took it.
"Yes, Lisa. You're every bit as cute as my husband described." Lisa's eyes flared, but Grant couldn't guess what might have bothered her. "He's very fond of you."
Both women stood still, holding the handshake. This exchange mystified the son. He glanced at his father, and saw him smirking. What the hell?
"Thank you," said Lisa in a mechanical tone. She broke the handshake and turned to her boss. "I'll go see how Trent is managing with Barbara."
"Nice to meet you," the superior mother said to the blonde's retreating back.
The rest of the employees made their excuses and headed to the snack bar. Gabe turned to his wife. "I never got that hot dog. I'll get it now, and maybe hang out with the guys a bit more."
"Have a good time," his wife said. Then she turned her back to him, and faced their son. "I haven't put on my sun cream yet. Will you help me?"
Grant just nodded to his father and said, "Let's go, Mom. Maybe we'll have a sandwich while we sit." He put an arm around her and gripped her hard waistline. Mommy's coach guarded and guided her succulent body back to the chairs.
She could feel others staring. Her skin itched at the thought of so many men (likely a few women) wanting her. She shivered again, and squeezed herself tighter than ever against her son's big hard torso.
"Stay close, baby." Her breasts crushed against him.
"Psh," he responded. "Do you really think I'm going to let you out of my reach for a second?"
She panned her dark lenses around the pool. "So many eyes on us."
Her son nodded as they sat on their chairs. Madeline gripped Grant's thigh, maintaining constant contact. "A red hot MILF in a bright red bikini will get that. But don't worry. Everyone watching can tell you're mine."
The quivering mother gasped at the idea. "They may have seen me over there with your father."
"You were over there with me. I held you. You stuck with me, just like you're going to do as long as we're here. We went over to talk to a small group of acquaintances. They went to the snack bar. You stayed in my hands where you belong. There may be plenty of people drinking in your body with their eyes, but they all know only my hands get to cradle your curves."
Madeline felt desperate for her son's touch when she heard these words. "Take me into the pool. I'm not sure if the sun cream is water resistant. We can put in on later. I want you to hold me tight in the deep end."
Mother and son settled for holding hands as they walked. Once in the water their limbs and torsos were in constant contact. Most of the time, their heads and shoulders were a foot or so apart. Under the water, though, teenage boys circled and observed how the gorgeous brunette sat in her young man's hands; how he hid his erection against her soft groin. Diving young women saw how, just under the surface, the woman's delicate fingers gripped and stroked her boy-toy's forearms. Several noticed the bikini clad hottie's right leg twining down and around her possessive beau's left, like a climbing vine. None grasped the incestuous thrill.
Above the mild waves, they chatted. "What do you suppose Dad's playing at? First he insists out of the blue that he's coming along. Now this coincidence with his co-workers."
His mother looked around, calm, as if her son's hands weren't holding her by her sculpted ass; as if that massive erection weren't rubbing her lower petals through their bathing suits. She shrugged. "Could be coincidence." She traced the musculature of one of her beloved's biceps. "Maybe he planned to join his colleagues all along. He could have realized it would look strange to meet them separately after I told him I would be going to the pool with you. What should he do? Say, 'Have a good time. I'll be going there to meet my friends, so maybe I'll see you there'? It looks better for him, professionally, to come as a family."
"Maybe. But then, why take two cars?"
"Oh, honey," she said, returning her focus to Grant. "You don't think he's coming home at the same time as us, do you?" She tilted her hips and clutched with her leg to press her red covered groin against the hard tube under his dark blue trunks. She looked around again. "He's going to take off with them to go to a bar as soon as he can. He hates the pool." She kept scanning the area. "In fact, he's probably looking for us...ah...yep. There he is."
"I don't know, Mom. What was that shit with his secretary, whatsername?"
"Lisa."
"Yeah. Lisa. She gave off a super weird vibe."
She unspooled her leg from her son's thigh, and waved to her husband. When she was satisfied of his approach, she sighed. "Lisa may be troublesome, but she's no trouble for us, my love."
As his father approached Grant released his mother's perfect buns. But she left her hands on his arms.
Mr. Bloom begged off, exactly as his wife had predicted. He was going to have some beers with the guys. The gals weren't mentioned.
"Leave our water bottles, but take the cooler with you," ordered Madeline.
"But I was gonna--"
"It was your idea to bring it, Gabe. You brought it here in your car. You can bring it back."
The husband rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Fine. I'll be home in the evening. I'll probably eat something at the bar, so just fix dinner for yourselves."
"Of course. Have fun. Grant and I will be good." She returned her focus to the man around whom she hoped to once more wrap her toned legs. Her husband, dismissed and disregarded, went about his own pursuits.
"I could go with him. Keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."
"No!" She cried with a girly voice. Maddie jumped on him and squealed. Both arms and legs held his body tight against hers. "You have to stay with me. You promised." she grumbled into his ear.
He laughed at her childish play, and hugged her womanly body. "I was just messing with you. No one else I'd rather be with. Hold on tight!"
He submerged, taking his titillating mother down with him. Her underwater screams of surprise resembled dolphin songs. He pulled her back up. Madeline Bloom looked even more ravishing with water running down her. Rivulets of water traced her delicate neck and drew attention to her hypnotic cleavage.
"You brat!" she cried. She put both hands on his head to dunk him, but she could get no leverage. She tried locking a leg to trip him, but he just clutched her ass and pulled her against him. It felt too good to keep fighting.
The couple splashed and played for some time. They returned to their deck chairs to find the water bottles and sandwiches nestled in their towels. Neither was hungry for food, but they drank lemon water. Grant said he was willing to stay but was ready to go whenever she was. The hot mommy wanted to swim a few laps before going. Her young man walked up and down the length of the pool to keep an eye on her as she swam. No one bothered the stunning older woman under her young stud's guard.
Madeline was done. She arose from the water, and a lot of conversations went quiet. The water running down her hard body made an awe inspiring sight. Grant half expected a lifeguard to fall out of his perch from leaning so far over for a better view. Look all you want, folks. She's coming home with me.
They did their best to dry off at their chairs before heading to the changing rooms.
***
When the mother and son met at the car, Grant had a new story for his mother.
"Two kids," he began. "Fifteen years old at most. They must have followed me into the changing room. The taller boy was this skinny kid with big blue eyes and sandy hair." Grant started to chuckle. "He never said a word. Just smiled at me, and shook his head."
"Aww. Sweet. Why not?"
"Well his buddy, short stocky kid with pitch black hair, did all the talking. 'Holy shit, dude. No disrespect, but that girl you were with—' "
"He called me a girl?"
"—'Where the hell did you find a girl like that? I mean she's got a...well you know. Look, don't kick my ass, bro. I'm just sayin' we've been checkin' honeys here at the pool all summer. Our town has some pretty good looking women showing up here. But, God DAMN! No one even close to your girl...' On and on." He cracked up.
Madeline was drawn into the laughter. "What did you say to them?"
He laughed harder. "I didn't know what to say. If they had been around my age or older I might have told him to shut the hell up. Same if I knew the kid. But he was so much smaller and younger. What the hell did he care if I got pissed off? And what do I care about some kid running his mouth. And, man, did he ever have a mouth. 'If I ever got a girl like that blah blah blah.' He was a shameless little bastard."
He lost his voice to the laughter again for a few minutes. Both Blooms had to wipe tears from their eyes before the young trainer could continue. Madeline thanked goodness she wasn't driving yet.
"In the end," Grant choked out of the dying laughter. "All I could do was shrug my shoulders and say thanks."
This time it was the mother who fell into giggles. "Yeah, you did a great job of not walking around in high heels and a bikini."
Her son nodded and added, "When I headed to the door, they tried to give me a high five!" They had to roll the windows down, they were gasping for fresh air amid their peals.
When the two of them got half way to calm, Grant's mom raised her hand. Mother and son shared a high-five, and fell apart laughing again.
It took a little more time and some lemon water before the hot-mom-in-demand was ready to drive. The air conditioning cooled them down on the way home. The chill cleared Madeline's head, more than she would have wished. Fear and doubt fell over her. She was confident that Grant wanted her in the way she wanted him. She had long known that it could be spectacular between them. But she was suffering one last hail-Mary bolt of guilt.
When they got into the house, her beloved said, "I'm so glad we did this. And it's still only the early afternoon." He hugged her. His hands ran over her body with a knowledge sons oughtn't have of their mothers. She knew that she had welcomed this familiarity, but it felt wrong in that moment. She drew back from the hug, though her son's hands were still on her hips. "We've probably got a few hours before Dad gets home," he continued. "Would you like to take some kind of break before the Sunday workout? We could--."
His words died as she backed out of his embrace. Even from a hug, my pussy is wet for him. The way he rubs me...the way he touches me. I want him so bad! Grant looked at his mother, confused. I need to take care of this. Get clear. Be sure of all this. "Actually, hon, I think I'm going to head to my room to lie down for an hour or so." His disappointment was immediate and obvious. "After that we'll have a great workout, okay?"
By the time Grant said, "Okay," his mom was already retreating up the stairs.
Mystified, he went to his room to grab his laptop. Maybe she'd written something, or maybe she was writing to a friend right now. But he had his explanation before the computer had finished loading up.
His mother's distorted voice seeped through the wall. "Unh. Oh. Fuck, baby. Ohgodyeah..." If he listened carefully, he could even hear the parental bed rocking.
She had gotten as worked up and excited as him. I should have known. All that excitement. She wants it to be slow, steady and clear, not an exploded pressure cooker. The firestorm we whipped up together must have her mind spinning. He knew that the worst thing he could do now was disturb her. Well, if she wants to blow off some of the pressure. I may as well follow her lead.
He leaned back in his bed. The loving son stroked slowly to the sounds his mom made. She Oohed and grunted as she brought herself off to the thought of giving herself over to him. Her high strained whispers reminded him of her joyful sounds when being spanked by her son. At the end, she moaned, "MnnnnGuh! Rrrrahhh! MnnnnGrahhhhnnnnnohh, Baybeeee!" The sounds of his mother's orgasm mixed with his name was the most erotic thing he'd ever heard.
He gritted his teeth and came into his rapid fist. "Uhhh," was the only sound of relief he dared to make. Maybe she would hear it. Maybe not. Either way, he took care not to be too obvious. Not much longer, he imagined saying to her. We've already come so far, and done so many wicked things. You've got to know you belong in my bed.
In his excitement, the young man had been the one to misjudge his own strength. He dozed off there and then with his dick in his hand.
When Madeline came out of her post-orgasmic daze, she was still conflicted. She wanted her son as she had for months. More than ever, she confessed to herself. But cumming on her fingers while daydreaming about him didn't change anything. She couldn't cross that final barrier with him. But I won't stop enjoying what we have been doing together either. It's all wrong, completely inappropriate. But it is also what I need.
What would it take for her to cross that line?
I don't know. But we are not there yet.
When Grant woke up, his mother was calling from the other side of his door.
"Wake up, sleepy head!"
He was still sitting up. A blanket had be drawn up to cover his flaccid cock in his hand. He couldn't remember pulling up the blanket. And how does she know I've been sleeping?
"Come on, baby! Our trip to the pool got me energized. I wanna work out now."
She's energizes after rubbing one out in the bedroom? "Okay, I hear you," his voice was groggy. He came to the door, and peeked out.
There his mother stood, dazzling in skin tight workout clothes. She was smiling. Just seeing his face makes it easier to cope.
"I take it you don't mind that I didn't work out first? You don't need me to warm the gym up for you?"
"Everything is plenty warm already, coach." She glanced down, and then back up into his eyes. "We just need you. Down there. Right now."
This time it was Grant who looked down, glancing at the meeting of his mother's thighs. When she says, "Down there," she's talking about the basement, idiot! He cleared his throat, and said, "Give me five to wash up -- splash some water on my face. I'll see you down there."
"Great!" She bounced on the balls of her feet, and then leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.
The well proportioned twenty something stumbled to the bathroom with a fresh pair of shorts in hand. Are we going forwards or back with that kiss? He washed his hands. Then his face. Then his sticky groin.
***When Grant descended the basement stairs, his mother was waiting for him as expected. Her hands were behind her back, pushing her full chest forward against the tight top. She turned her shoulders from side to side in a child-like way and gave him a radiant smile. "I'm ready, coach."
"Are you?"
"Yep!"
He arched an eyebrow. "That's not how you usually answer me down here."
It made his mother blush. "I mean, yes, sir." Her smile never wavered.
"I had a great time with you at the pool, Mom. But even with your time in the cool water, I want to take care to ask about your 'sore place.' Has it been hurting at all?"
More blushing. She answered, "Everything has healed well. I'm fine now. Thank you."
Her son scratched his chin, and stared at her. "Hmm. I'm not so sure. I mean the time in the pool could have soothed you so that you don't feel damage that is still there." His mom stared at him as if under a spell. "I should double check."
"Yes, sir."
"Take off your bottoms, and bend over the washing machine."
Despite her qualms about going too far, Madeline showed no hesitation. As the flimsy bottoms hit the floor, Grant saw that his mother hadn't simply trimmed for the bikini. Her crotch was bare and smooth. She turned her hard ass to him, and stuck it out as she bent over the machine.
The loving son got in close. His hands caressed the smooth taut flesh of the maternal back side. He noticed a small dark dot on the side of her right cheek. "Hmm. I never noticed this beauty mark on the side here." Madeline's son stroked her flesh to indicate where he'd found the mark. "It's pretty. Makes me wonder what else there will be for me to find."
The self-described "mad" mother trembled with excitement. She was not ready to be fucked. She would stop him if he tried. But this play was thrilling.
"Let's see," came her boy's deep voice from behind. Grant knelt behind his prone mommy and took hold of her enviable ass cheeks. He spread his mother open, and took in the view. Maddie gasped in surprise, but didn't make a squeak of protest. Her son stared at her open asshole and spreading pussy folds. "God, Mom. Every square inch of you is so beautiful. Do you know that?"
She coughed up the words, "No. I didn't know that, baby. Do you really like how I look down there?" Do you want a taste? Would you taste me? I can't let you fuck me, but you can eat your mommy. Her whole body was shaking.
"I love how you look," he said in a reassuring tone. "I love your body out here." He ran a big hand down her outer thigh. Then reached up to take hold of her buttocks again. "And in here." He traced the contours of her open labia majora with the other. But the young man's finger did not enter her. He rubbed around his mom's wrinkled sphincter above. He pressed gently at Madeline's asshole, but withdrew before penetrating it. Her rapid breaths were the only sound in the room. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." Then the young coach surprised himself as much as his mother. He spread her bottom open with both hands again and blew a steady hot gust over her nether regions.
"Oh!" It escaped the mother's mouth. "Uh," she tried to recover. "So everything checks out?"
Her son's big hands released the muscled globes of her rear end. "Absolutely." He stood upright. "You look excellent in every way."
She was practically vibrating with excitement and anticipation. She held still, and waited for the final encouragement. Nothing came. She looked back over her shoulder. Grant was just looking at her with pride and love. "Umm." She wiggled her booty at him. "Aren't you going to give me my encouragement before we begin?"
Her coach crossed his arms, and said, "I think I have encouraged you enough for now. Don't you?"
"Oh," she stood, lost for a second. "Okay. I guess...I mean, yes, sir. Thank you." The hot and bothered mom looked around. "I guess I should put the bottoms back on."
"Whenever you like, Mom. I enjoy the view either way." He gave her an encouraging smile.
The stunning brunette drew her short shorts back up her smooth thighs. She looked off to one side.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh, yes. Better than okay. I just," one shoulder shrugged. "I like it when you encourage me with a spank." Her face flushed deep red.
Grant pulled his mother into a hug. His erection jabbed her in the stomach. "We can do that first thing tonight in the den, okay?" He felt her tremor with excitement. "I promise to give you your spanking then, Mom. Okay."
Her smiling face rubbed against his hard chest as she nodded. "Yes, sir. That sounds perfect."
"For now, I've got a very challenging workout planned for you."
They broke from their embrace. "Okay coach. Let's do it."
They did manage an actual workout. But this workout strained her mind as well as body.
"I want you to go through the usual routine today. But you must try to stay present and focused, no matter what I do."
"What will you be doing?"
"I will guide and encourage you, like always. But I will also do things to distract you."
"What sorts of things?"
"Get started, stay present and we will see."
Madeline smiled and teased, "You're so assertive, Coach."
"Just like how my mamma told me to be." He pretended to tip an invisible Stetson at her. "Now let's see you move."
She giggled and hopped to her first set.
At first her son just leaned closer than usual to whisper his encouragements. By the fourth compliment, he ran his hands from her shoulders to her elbows. The mommy, no dummy, smirked to herself when she realized her son's game. She stared ahead, determined not to let him disrupt her focus.
"You're doing very well. I'm glad to see you stay present when you're with me. That's how it's meant to be." His mother leaned forward to get the proper position for her next set. He placed three finger tips at the base of her spine. As Mrs. Bloom started her controlled breathing for each rep, he ran his fingertips up her spine to the nape of her neck. Her lovely body shivered. "Concentrate, Mom. Stay focused."
"Yes....unh...sir." She continued the set.
He traced more patterns up and down the woman's back as she pushed herself into a sweat. With each new set, Grant intensified his attention with ever less appropriate touching. He handled her hips and caressed her thighs. The inflamed young man traced the lines on her midriff and squeezed at her sides; his fingertips daring-close to the side of her tightly packed breasts. Every movement referred to the earlier "inspection." His verbal encouragement gravitated to reflections on the neighborhood pool, and the way she had displayed her hard body. "You look so hot these days. The men drooled at the sight of you: the sexy hot mamma at the deep end. I'd bet you're still strutting around their dreams; all your smooth skin and muscle stuffed into that tight little bikini. They want you. They all want my sweet mother. But they can't have you. You've given your sweaty hard body and warm heart to someone else, haven't you?"
By the final set, Madeline was sitting on the end of the bench with Grant snuggled up tight behind her. Her round hips were bracketed by his manly thighs. She felt his swollen member poking at her butt and lower back. Those big arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her against his toned abdomen. "They got to look, but they don't get to touch," her son growled in her ear.
She let the dumbbell fall to the floor, and leaned back into his hard body.
"Concentration," he playfully reminded her.
"I'm done," she muttered through gulps of breath. "That was the last set."
"I guess I'm the one who lost his concentration. What was I saying, Mom?"
She rested her hands on the brawny forearms belting her narrow waistline. "You were saying that all the men at the pool wanted me. That none of them could touch." Her eyes slid half shut.
"That's right. Any one of them would have killed to have you."
"They can't have me." She turned her head to bring her face closer to his.
His head tilted to better see her. "Why not?"
"Because I'm yours."
Their mouths came together, and opened to engage with tongues. Madeline moaned into her son's mouth. It was a high pitch: distress, relief, outcry and victory. There was no use denying what she had begun. She turned in the ring of his arms and plunged her tongue deep as it would go; finally tasting the inside of her son's mouth.
They'd built up so much heat. Mommy spread open for Grant in the car. She'd been made to feel so sexy at the pool. There was the exploring naked "inspection" while she was bent over the washing machine. Madeline was defenseless after this rubbing, gripping, dirty-talking workout.
Now comes the naked workout, her hunger demanded. Enough waiting. Enough games. It's time for me to feel his bare body on mine. She could see it happening. Her lean new body, shining with sweat, would lay back with legs spread wide to welcome her son. Grant's muscular body would cover hers; spread her open and fill her with that rock hard salami she'd felt pressing into her back. He will feed my starved body with that cock. He'll drive—
Then they both heard the slam of the garage door and Gabe's call. "...'m ho-ome!"
They disentangled with wide eyes. Grant coughed, "We're working out down here, Dad."
The shocked mother turned towards the storage room she'd used for changing clothes. But her coach still had an arm around her waist. He held her tight, and called up to his father. "We're just finishing. Be up in a few." Then he turned to his shaking mother. He spoke as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Everything feels fantastic, Mom. You worked out great. You don't need to worry about anything; not about this hot body. Not about him. Everything is well in hand." She turned to see pure confidence in her son's handsome face. "I figure just another day...maybe two...and everything will work itself out. Trust me."
He meshed his lips with hers in an easy kiss. Those muscular arms squeezed her once again. Then he released her to change.
Mr. Bloom was already in the shower when his wife and son arose from the basement. When he came out, Madeline dove into the bathroom for a chance to clean up and cool down. Grant was in the kitchen preparing a salad to go with the leftover spaghetti marinara.
"Are you back early? I figured you'd be at the bar with your friends 'till dusk at least."
"MmHm," was the only answer he got back.
"Did something go wrong?"
"No! Why should anything...I mean everything went fine. I just felt like I'd had enough...uhm fun for the day."
"Okay. Did you eat at the bar like you planned, or will you be eating bird food with us?"
If Gabe noticed his son's sarcasm, it did not show. He looked lost in thought. "Um, yeah. I didn't end up eating. So I can eat. What's that boiling there? Water?"
"Yeah. Salted." What the hell is wrong with him? He dumped the noodles into the pot, and set the timer.
Upstairs, the pipes clunked. It was the shower shutting off. "That's my signal. You'll strain the noodles when the timer dings?"
"Hmm. Yeah, sure."
"I don't know how much time Mom is going to need before she comes down. If you don't strain the noodles it'll be mush marinara."
"Damnit, Grant, I know how to strain a pot of fucking noodles! I won't forget. Go on and wash up." He turned away, grumbling about stupid workouts.
When Grant got to the top of the stairs, he saw the corner of a green towel slip into his parent's bedroom. The door clicked shut behind it. His mother was behind it, no doubt. I could walk in there, and finally see her completely naked. She probably wouldn't even protest. He imagined his mom -- bare from top to toe -- dropping the green towel on the floor. "Did you want something, darling?" she asked in his mind. I'll have what I want sooner or later. No need to barge in with Dad stirring a pot downstairs.
His shower was uneventful, and he had the floor to himself when he moved from the bathroom to his bedroom. He could hear his parents moving around downstairs. No one was speaking.
He dressed and descended to find the table set. His father was killing time in the den, and his mother was tapping at her laptop in the living room. Her incredible body was hidden under a sweat suit that no longer fit her improved form.
Dinner was tasty but quiet. Gabe was still squirrely. The distracted dad wouldn't meet anyone's eye, and he was jumpy when directly addressed. The pasta dinner elicited no response, positive or negative, from him. After dinner the patriarch bolted for the den. So Grant helped his mom clear the table.
Gabe's twitchy silence left Madeline quiet and unsteady. "Are you alright, Mom?" her son asked behind the sounds of the running tap.
She shook her head. "The way your father is acting this evening; so strange. It's got me feeling pretty bad, sweetheart. Pretty guilty."
"Then tonight, maybe you should come to me as usual, but take off your panties in front of me just before you lie down on my lap."
The loving mother paused as her face turned red. She took a centering breath. I know it's wrong. I've known it for a long time. But who am I kidding? All the guilt in the world won't keep me from him. I'll be on his lap however he wants me. Very softly she spoke, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Grant pressed his erection against the back of her sweats and hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear, "Good girl." Then he backed away, gave her the smack on the ass he knew she craved and ducked into the den.
"I don't want to talk, Grant."
The young man hadn't even gotten out his phone. He took in his father's words, and shrugged. As the younger Bloom got up to leave, his Gabe spoke. "But maybe you should stop by my office tomorrow, around lunch time."
The young man looked at the elder Bloom's face. His father looked angry and defiant in the television glow. "Sure," he said. On Mondays the fitness instructor didn't start until after 1:30. "I can do that."
***
...You've made it clear you are determined to take things slowly. For me and mine it all happened so fast...woke up having sex under the tree in my backyard...we didn't have the same obstacles as you (I was a young widow at the time,) but it was not easy to find ourselves suddenly lovers. We struggled to find our way. But we held together...tried and failed to live in a three-way relationship with his ex-girlfriend...changed towns, leaving behind the house we'd both known for decades...
...always have to maintain some measure of dishonesty when meeting people and trying to build friendships...
I'm not saying it's bad. It is not. I've never felt so loved or so in love. It's been that way for years now. I am saying that I see you writing about fear of destroying the life and relationships you have right now. But life won't stop when you and your son cross over (your last few posts make it seem inevitable.) Taking him into your bed will not be the end. Surrendering your body to his affection will not conclude the work of becoming lovers. It will be the beginning of building something neither of you has ever known. It's bound to involve tremendous changes: divorce and relocation are likely in the cards. Job/Career changes. You may have to walk away from friends who know you as mother and son. Rebuilding a social circle will need to be careful and deliberate work. If I were you, I'd sweat less about the life you may blow up and focus on the life you two want to build.
These are what I had in mind when I created this online community.
The bright side: If my hunch is right it will also be the beginning of an era of the most energizing sex and the deepest abiding love either of you could ever know.
Best wishes! Don't be a stranger!
Janine
-Personal message received by MadMommy1980 the night before the swimming pool visit
***
Madeline came to her son as he requested; wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and thong. Neither spoke as the obedient mommy walked to her son and stood before him. The silence throbbed with intensity as she removed the stringy panties. Exposed to his hungry gaze, yet again, was his mother's naked sex. Her flat tummy, bare round hips, smooth pubic mound and long shaved legs hovered before his wide eyes. He reached out to trace the arc of her naked hip, and she ran delicate fingers through his hair.
Grant looked up her statuesque form to meet her gray-blues with his own. Adoration flowed from each to the other. Grant's mother knelt on the couch so that she could lie across his lap.
With one hand the young mad held and caressed his mother's shapely buns. With the other, he stroked her hair out of her face. She hummed in pleasure. With the hair away, those broad lips formed an angelic smile.
The perfect ass under his hand wiggled and clenched. His mom whispered, "Take your bad mommy, and make her your good girl again."
The beauty squirmed, yipped and giggled as Grant gave her the spanking she wanted. His shorts-covered cock pressed up against her pelvic bone. She ground against it, lost in her orgasm. The damp scent of her excitement filled the room, and she gasped for breath and self-control.
He ran his hand along the backs of her tight thighs and reddening buns until her breathing normalized. Then Madeline got up to sit her naked bottom on his lap, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss his face.
She whispered again. "Thank you so much, baby."
Before her mouth could reach his, though, he said, "I need to tell you about some things."
She stopped and waited; a true good girl for her son.
Grant told Maddie about his father's invitation to visit his office before going to the gym tomorrow.
"Hmm. He went to sleep tonight without a fight. He knew that sex with me was not an option...for him. What do you suppose it's about?" Her tone was soft and steady. Play was gone from her voice.
"I'm afraid it may have something to do with the conversation we had a few nights ago." He played the recording in which Gabe tried to bet his son twenty dollars that he could take a lover.
As she listened Madeline's face was in shadow.
"I told him several times that there shouldn't be any sort of bet. You heard me urge him not to do it."
The mother sat with her bare tingling ass on her son's lap, nodding with her face still hidden in darkness.
Finally, she said, "I need you to inspect me like you did this afternoon."
"That's your response?"
"Yes, but my butt is going to be sore. I think a careful look at everything you inspected is what... Here, I'll lie on my back for you."
Grant liked the sound of that. He planed for his mom to be on her back for him many times in the future. He got up to make room as Maddie sat down. She leaned back, and spread her legs for the younger man. Her trainer-son knelt beside the couch, between her muscled thighs. The lucky stud looked at her vagina, pet it, spread the outer lips and blew on her.
"You look so beautiful. Perfect."
The gorgeous mommy looked down her fit-thanks-to-him body at her son's eager face. She reached down her body to run a hand through his hair and caress his face. "Is that all you want to check, baby?"
He took in a deep breath through his nose. "Now that you mention it, I'm detecting a lovely scent. Maybe I should see if you taste as good as you smell."
Madeline said nothing, but her stomach pumped up and down in excitement.
He put his mouth on her pussy, and ran his tongue up her slit. Her back arched, jutting her barely-covered breasts into the air. A great "UhhnnnmmmMMMMmmmm" escaped her mouth. With one hand she shoved a throw pillow into her face. Her legs spread wider for her son's head, and her free hand grabbed at his hair. He took her clitoris into his mouth, but lost it almost immediately. It semed impossible to keep a hold through Madeline's gyrations. The bigger and stronger Bloom grabbed his mother's hips. "You're not going anywhere," he growled. His mother started shaking with excitement. "You are mine. Open your sexy legs nice and wide."
Still wider she opened herself.
He brought his face back to her crotch, and licked the length of her labia. She did her best to stifle a shriek. "We've worked so hard." He licked her again. She ground her smooth crotch up at him. "Now I can barely keep my hands off of you 'cause you're so fucking hot." Another lick. Another muffled cry. "Now I'm going to eat your sweet little pussy."
"Uhh, baby."
He gently spread her petals. "You want my mouth here, don't you Mom?"
"Yesssss."
His mouth was on her genitalia before she'd finished hissing. He ran his tongue along her outer lips and suckled at the inner folds. His tongue flicked at the engorged clitoris as two fingers eased their way into her opening. Her channel was sopping with natural lubricant. Entry was smooth and steady. The excited son latched onto mommy's clit. With an an increasing pitch his fingers pumped in and out of her.
Her hand grabbed a tight fistful of hair, and her stomach muscled hardened. Her head tilted up, and it looked like she was about to do a sit up while holding her son's head to her smooth blushing groin. Through gritted teeth, Madeline made a high pitched exhalation. The fit mother's whole body vibrated through the orgasm.
She released Grant's head, and her torso fell back onto the cushions. Keeping her hips still for her son's mouth, her upper body writhed with ongoing pleasure. Her delicate bra caught some of the moonlight and swayed atop her shifting chest.
The fingers were entering and departing her faster. Her lover sucked at her clit as his tongue twiddled it. The near-delirious mother spread her thighs even wider in an effort to shove her pussy harder against her young man's face. Not just some young man, she reminded herself. That's Grant's hot mouth eating me. The tickling pleasure at the meeting of her thighs shot up her stomach. My son want's me. Grant is taking me. My pussy is in his mouth. I'm his dessert.
Another orgasm ripped through her with this thought. "Oh, yes, baby," she whisper-whined. "Take me. Eat me, Grant."
The big fingers kept invading her drenched vagina, and the free hand reached up to pop the front clasp of her black bra. It spread open and fell to either side of her twisting torso. Her breasts fit perfectly in her son's hand. Just like how my ass feels in his grip; my whole bare body is shaped for his embrace.
"Oooh, yes. Touch me." She grabbed the hand, and held it against her chest. "I'm all yours."
Grant suckled her clit, tweaked her nipples and plunged her depths for many uncounted minutes. His mother made steadily increasing moans of pleasure. It wasn't enough for her lover/coach. He wanted more.
With certain steady movement, Madeline's son withdrew his hands from her chest and groin. Then he grabbed her tight ass, and lifted her spread cunt to his mouth.
"Ohh! Fuck! OHH!" his mother cried out as she felt his tongue reach inside her. The freshly spanked buns twinged at her son's tight hold, but -- That's his tongue inside me! He's tasting me, as far in as he can go! The hard bodied mother had never felt so accepted, loved and desired in her life. A new heat burned in her stomach. "Fuck, baby, your tongue is in Mommy's pussy!" The burning spread in all directions throwing Grant's mom into an even more violent orgasm. She couldn't hear her son's distant grunting.
When she came down from this third peak, her forearm lay across her eyes. Her mouth was a gaping smile. Long deep breaths heaved her breasts in a taunting dance. Her delicious body was covered in sweat, and her wide-spread vagina oozed her natural honey. She could feel Grant's big right hand holding gently to her hip. He was gasping. She tipped her head up to see that he was holding his huge glistening cock in his left fist. Semen covered his cock and hand. It had probably spurted onto the side of the couch.
"You got off from eating me out?"
"That and watching you cum for me. That was fucking amazing, Mom. You looked glorious. What you said pushed me over the edge. You look great: spent and sweaty."
She started to shift in a sudden rush of self-consciousness.
Her young coach used his available hand to hold her thighs open. "Stay like this, Mom. You're so beautiful when you are open to me like this. So inviting."
She forced herself to hold still to satisfy her son's request. It had been years since she'd felt so exposed and vulnerable.
"All for me, right Mom?"
Grant's words and tone revealed his own vulnerability. Hearing it made Madeline's cunt throb for him. "Yes, baby. All for you." She was surprised to find her legs spreading wider for him, as if they had their own agenda: to serve him.
But the young man's day of twisting and turning excitement finally took their toll with his explosive ejaculation. His head sank with exhaustion. He knew he had to stop here. "You feel good, yeah?"
"Oh, yes. Thanks to you, coach." A knowing grin spread across her sweet features.
"Good. Me too." He huffed as the blur of sleep seemed to squeeze his skull. "Do you think you will be able to sleep?"
"Yes, sir. Very well now. Thank you, sir. Maybe..." She hesitated. In the dark it was impossible to tell if she was uncomfortable. Most likely she was playing along.
"Yes?"
"Maybe you can help me relax again before or after the workouts?"
***
I felt like a sky diver before pulling the ripcord. Enjoying the fall. Confident my chute would land me safely when it finally opened. Not sure where we would land.
-Part of a private message from BoysMommaKrstn to MadMommy1980
***
Grant hadn't intended to slam the door, but he barely registered it as he barged into the house. It scared the hell out of his mother.
"Mom! Where are you?" he called. His voice was shaking.
It's stupid to be mad, but I'm so angry! I can't believe how furious I am!
"Grant? Is that you, honey?" Her voice came from the kitchen.
He stalked into the room.
Madeline was using her laptop at the kitchen table. It was Monday, so she was working remotely. "What are you doing home?" She glanced at her watch. "You should be starting work at the gym right now."
"I called in sick."
"Why?"
The loyal son glanced at her laptop. "I've felt sick since I visited Dad at his office." In a lower tone, he muttered through gritted teeth, "You're connected with work, right? Can anyone else hear me right now?"
The stunned and stunning mother blinked as she processed what he'd said. "No, I'm doing my end of a project here. I'm not connected to the company mainframe at all. I'll upload my work when I'm ready. What do you mean you felt sick at your father's office?"
Satisfied with this answer, Grant took his mother's hand. "What I saw there sickened me. I'm going to need the rest of the day with you. Let's go."
It never occurred to Madeline to question. She stood, and followed her son's lead.
He lead her to the basement. Young Master Bloom offered no further explanation. Mrs. Bloom asked for none. Grant kissed his mother, deep and wet. She moaned and kissed back. She put her hands on his big shoulders to brace herself. Big hands unfastened the clasp of her loose tan trousers. Their mouths separated as he pushed her pants down his mother's muscled thighs and calves. Grant stood again, and grabbed the bottom of her pale blue blouse. No patience for buttons, he lifted it up over her head.
Lucky I wear the neck loose when I'm home alone.
She reclaimed her hold on those bulging shoulders, and he grabbed her tight waist. The rapidly heating mommy stared up at her man with awe. She stood in his grip, wearing only an ivory white bra and a very skimpy matching pair of panties.
Grant's corded arms drew his mom into a tighter embrace. Their mouths reconnected, and his hands slid down to feel her nearly bare bottom. He squeezed at her taut flesh. They broke for air, and the son-in-charge observed, "You're wearing a thong." He kissed her in thanks.
"For you," she cried out. His mother rose on the balls of her feet to taste his tongue in her mouth again. When she sank back down there was time to add, "All for you!" And their mouths were fastened together again. He crushed her tight body against his. She wrapped one toned leg around him in shameless invitation.
The young fitness instructor turned his nearly naked mother to the workout bench and sat her on the edge of one side. He grabbed the sides of her panties.
"Yes," Madeline gasped. She managed to lean back along the length of the bench, resting on her elbows. She lifted her sculpted ass to allow her thong to be removed. "Yes," she urged again. She spread her legs the second the panties cleared her dainty feet. "All for you," she repeated like a heartfelt mantra.
Was Grant about to fuck her? Eat her out? Shove his dick into her mouth and massage her clit with his thick fingers? In the inferno of his passion, Madeline didn't care. Her son got her wet in a flash, so she'd welcome anything he chose to give.
The young man got onto his knees, and stared at his mother's leaking vagina. "Take off the bra. I just want you. Only you. Only your flawless flesh and your wonderful heart" The pale bra was on the floor before he finished speaking.
He went down on her. It was even better than last night. They were alone together in the basement, with no one home and most people at work. The hot mom was free to vocalize how her son made her burn. "Oh, god, baby. You make mommy feel so good. Oh! Fuck, you take such good care of my pussy. YES! UHN! I'm going to taste you too, my love. OhfuckGrant! Mommy is all yours. My pussy is so hot for you!"
They went on like that for half an hour: The son tongued his mother's smooth wet hole, and she called out every filthy devotion she could think of. They brought her several climaxes (neither could keep count in their frenzy,) with plenty of toe curling pleasure between them.
The sights, smells and sounds of his mother's ecstasy triggered a small throbbing orgasm in Grant's pants. His tongue never slowed, and his bulge never softened. If anything this would help him last longer for his sexy mom.
After the waves of groaning maternal orgasms, Grant sat on the bench with his naked mom on his lap. She looped her arms around his neck and put her head on his shoulder.
He waited for her breathing to even out. She was making pleased humming noises. "I need to tell you what I saw; what Dad did right in front of my fucking face."
Madeline felt his hard chest through his shirt. "Okay. What happened?"
"When I got there, he had me sit in a guest chair in front of his desk while he sat behind it. I told him I would have to go soon to get to work on time. 'Sure, sure. This'll only take a minute,' he said with this..." Grant tried to stifle his disgust, but couldn't help himself. "...This smug fucking look on his face. Then he hits a button on his phone to call his secretary in. Lisa. You remember her from the pool."
Naked as the day she was born, Grant's mother sighed like it was any other lazy summer day. "Sure. Brazil bikini. Small chested, but she had a cute haircut."
"I guess. Your bikini is the only one I remember." He squeezed her smooth thigh, and she snuggled against the meeting of his neck and shoulder. "Anyway, she was wearing a short skirt that showed how flabby her thighs are. On top she wore a tight long sleeved shirt. It really emphasized her pooching belly."
"Don't be cruel, Grant. We can't all be fit and muscular like you."
"Well she couldn't hold a candle to you, Mom." She kissed his neck and waited for him to continue. "Whatever. When she arrived, Dad pulled her onto his lap. She seemed embarrassed but not surprised. Dad told her she can relax. 'Grant already knows,' he said.
"What do I already know? After some hemming and hawing, eyebrow wriggling and head tilting he finally says it plainly. They're fucking, of course."
The young man waited for a response from his mother, but she just looked up at him with patience.
"I had no chance to take any pictures of it. I don't know if his receptionist is as inept with technology as him. But I would swear to it in a court of law."
"You're trembling," she finally said.
"I know. It doesn't make sense. I'm pissed with him for cheating. I'm furious about how he's going about it; flouting it in front of me, like I'm supposed to be impressed or something. But it's crazy for me to be mad at him for this."
"Why is it crazy?"
"Because we're just as bad. Worse. What we've been doing behind his back. What business do I have being mad at him for doing something like this? Look at what I've been doing with you long before he ever started?"
"Well, I wouldn't be so sure about who started first," Madeline observed in a tone as natural as their talks on the living room couch. "Yesterday at the pool, that woman already had a vibe. Something has been going on for a long time. I can't say for sure what, but that's not really the point. You're entitled to your feelings. You're allowed to feel hurt, even if we've also been no angels."
"No angels? He tried to rekindle things with you, and I blocked it. You were considering it, and I made you promise not to let him. I told you to hide your sexy body from him."
"And I chose to agree to your request. Honey, I already wasn't interested. If I'd given in out of guilt and granted him the pity sex he demanded, I would have hated it. I would have hated myself for going along with it. You never made me do anything. You helped me see the best choice for me."
"I should have stayed out of it."
Madeline rubbed her groin between her bare thighs. "But I want you all the way inside it, baby."
In his distress, he failed to pick up on his mother's lewd double entendre. "There was an honest way to go about this, even if we were all going to end up the same way. I should have urged you to look him in the eye, and tell him honestly that it's over. The honest way would have been to make sure of a divorce before...stirring you up, and drawing you away from him."
"What the hell are you talking about Grant?" Her voice was finally stern. He looked and listened to his naked mother. "You were never responsible for my marriage. I was. And this may come as a shock to you: Your father was supposed to be too, for fucks sake! If he wanted to repair our marriage, he could have treated me like a goddamn human being instead of calling me a stupid cow. He could have made an effort in bed for me more than two years ago. Like he expected me to try for him a few nights ago. He saw you treating me with love and respect. He saw what it looks like to support a woman in your home. If he seriously wanted to save our marriage -- a marriage he has neglected for years -- then he could have come to me and told me he wanted to make things right. Instead he started sniffing around his secretary (who knows how long ago) and told me he wanted me to suck his dick."
"That's what he was asking for when you had that fight?"
"Yes. Nothing about love, me or my needs. He just wanted to swish his little swizzle stick of a cock around my mouth."
"What's a swizzle stick?"
"Look it up some time. The only penis going into my mouth is the big banana I'm sitting on right now. Because it is attached to the man who is actually holding me; the man who takes care of me." She started to shift her bare ass on his clothed lap, but stopped herself. "Don't get me wrong, babe, you're not wrong. I could have been more honest...with both of you. But none of us has been perfectly forthright, have we?" Grant thought of his multiple accounts on the mother/son forum. It could wait until tomorrow. "He stopped responding to me years ago. I'm pretty sure he's been screwing that Lisa woman (or some woman.) Maybe not the whole time, but for some time.
"We all know that he only started to show interest in me again is because of everything you and I have done to get me into shape. Screw that. He's not entitled to enjoying the fruits of our labor! And I won't be obligated to serve a man who neglects me!"
Her young lover sat dumbstruck.
"So, I guess we're all liars and cheats; keeping secrets. I could have dissolved my marriage in a more honest way. Gabe could have tried participating in our marriage in a more honest way."
"And me?"
"Like I said, it's not your marriage. But I'm sure you haven't shared everything with your mamma." She smiled with a casual calm and kissed his lips. "But you had to be selective with your words when drawing your mother in, didn't you? Mommy's a scaredy-cat, so you couldn't have just blurted it out. I might have run away. But you've known, same as I do now, that your father can't be my man any more."
She kissed him again.
"So, you're really not upset about his pulling Lisa onto his lap like that? Right in front of me?"
"Let's think of it as his way of saying, 'I've got this, so I make no claim on your mom. Take her and do what you want with her.' I added that second sentence."
"You're positively serene about all this."
"The most wonderful man I've ever known just gave me the best oral sex of my life. Twice in the last twelve hours. What do I care what my stupid slob son-of-a-bitch husband does, or with whom? As long as he doesn't try it with me." She kissed Grant on the jaw. "My body is exclusively for my son's care and attention."
They kissed more, and the son played with Madeline's exposed chest. The future looked bright.
The leisurely make out session started heating up. He broke the lip lock. "I told him that I didn't have his 20 dollars on me, and he can pick it up from me at the house. He won't be here for a couple hours. In the meantime, young lady, I've got a special workout planned for you. We'll start with some very special stomach crunches."
They stood so he could remove his clothes. A thick wet spot on the front of the young man's boxer shorts went unremarked. Maddie stared at her son's beautiful erection. "Special, indeed," she cooed. The hard stud sat back down on the bench.
His mother kneeled before him. "I'm going to give you the blowjob your father could only dream of."
"You don't have to..." She took her son's sensitive crown between her generous lips. "...Uhh! Fuck!"
The Mad-with-lust Mommy took hold of the cock she planned to ride soon and for as long as her boy would let her. With a pop, she removed her face from the all day sucker. "I do have to; because I want to. I've wanted to taste your manhood like this for too long." She opened wide and swabbed her tonsils with the spongy tip of her son's meat. The loving son stroked her chestnut hair as she applied suction and bobbed up and down his shaft. She gagged down as much as she could handle before rising back up; releasing her coach's barbell. "Kneeling in front of you and putting your hard penis in my mouth makes me so happy." She hoovered down the young trainer's most sensitive muscle again. This time she groaned in pleasure and licked at the pole she'd buried in her face. After a few moaning minutes, she released his prized prick to ask, "Feels good, doesn't it, Baby?"
"Holy fucking shit, yes, Mom."
"It's not just you taking care of me. I'm taking care of you too."
"Of course. You already...uhhhh." The words slid from him like smoke. Madeline slotted the saliva covered kielbasa into her mouth, and ducked into his lap. Over and over, Grant's mother dedicated herself to plunging as much cock down her throat as she could.
Neither Bloom spoke for some ten to fifteen minutes. Maddie focused on the task she'd craved; pleasuring her son with her mouth and hands. She sucked at him with hunger and devotion. Grant watched his mom's lovely brown hair rise and fall on his abdomen. He listened to her moaning, slurping and wet clutching sounds and felt the warm pulling pressure of the best blowjob he'd ever had.
She could go on servicing me like this all day, the younger Bloom realized. He couldn't guess how long she'd been fucking him with her face.
Grant reached out with his big hands, and took hold of her smooth uncovered waistline and hip. He pulled the exquisite mommy to him so she could straddle his lap.
Her hypnotic body quivered. She took hold of his hot solid member. "That's right, Mom. Come and sit down. Time to take your place."
Maddie's abdominal muscles flexed as her hips jutted up and forward to work her drooling opening with the head of her son's cock. "Yeah," she grunt-whispered. "Let's put his where it belongs, baby."
She continued to slather Grant's cock with her savory juices. The young man rested his hands on her maternal hips, and let her take her time. Both Blooms focused all their attention on Madeline's groin as it worked over and around Grant's pillar of flesh. She decided that her handsome man's dick was lubricated enough, and she couldn't bear to tease herself any more. With a tight grip, the mad-with-love-and-lust mommy tilted the cock so the fat head could push through her outer folds.
"Uhhh!" both cried.
There's no way I'm going to fit this huge thing in one move. He's to big for me to just drop onto it. She took her time -- necessity more than preference -- with a great deal of rising and sinking ever deeper onto Grant's prick. Each dip and rise made her lover's manhood slicker with her love. He was moaning, and squeezing her round firm hips.
She groaned with strain and excitement. "You're so big, Hon. But Mommy needs you all the way inside."
His only response was to give her a light slap on her left ass cheek. Slowly. Slowly. Up and just a bit further down. And the same again. The devoted mother engulfed more and more of her son's hard pole into her lower body. Finally, she gave a weepy cry of triumph. Her stretched groin was flush on her boy's lap. That big dick was all the way in!
One final shudder through the older woman's fine tuned body, and her mind burst with emotion and realization. Everything in her adult life had come full circle. It wasn't a return to where she'd started, quite the opposite! It was like a great circuit (many circuits) being closed, allowing a rush of electricity and completion to charge through her. Did it start with telling Grant to be assertive weeks ago and finish with him guiding her down his cock with assurance? Did it start three years ago when she finally confronted the fact that she hated his girlfriends because she wished she could have him for herself; now completing itself as she spread her juicy lower lips around his manhood? Did it start even longer ago? Perhaps when Gabe told her he'd taken a new secretary? His eyes had sparkled in a way she hadn't seen before. When she'd sought assurance in their marital bed, he had turned her away. She'd told herself that the confluence of the secretary and the neglect was a coincidence. But the neglect persisted. Was that narrative circuit closing as their son gave her the sex and love she craved? As her husband shoved his infidelity into view, she could finally ease into her own.
It was all these things. Grant's fat cock, spreading his mother's cunt wide was the answer to all the questions. His grip on her waist closed all the books; guiding her up and down, a perfect fucking. His mouth on her nipples sent electrifying bolts through her torso. She wrapped her arms around his head. Embracing. Closing.
They squeezed their bodies together, writhing as one to drive as much of the son's hard flesh into his mother's as they could. There were no words; only sharp grunts of their effort to join. Madeline felt her son's hand slide down to take hold of her left ass cheek. His hand print was so wide that his fingertips grazed her asshole as he squeezed. The thrill shot bolts to that place behind her bellybutton, up to her breast bone and finally escaping from her mouth in a high call. With this grip, Grant guided his own mother up and down his penis; forward and back to move the baton of flesh around her insides. He relished his mom's squeals as he guided her body; showing her how -- at least for the moment -- she would fuck him.
Sex had always felt good, but it had never felt this right. The mad mommy dug her nails into her boy's broad shoulders. He pulled at her with greater ferocity, and sucked at her chest as if he expected to drink from them. Her taut body writhed on and around the young hard man beneath, and he moaned into those succulent tits. The vibrations of his deep bass carried to her nipples. Her moans pitched up to shrieks.
"Oh yes, Grant! Take it! TAKE ME!" His cock head swelled within her depths, and she convulsed in ecstasy. Maintaining the possessive grip on mother's tight ass, he wrapped the other arm tight around her waist. The young trainer stood with his steely bar embedded within the squealing mommy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they rose. "Oh, fuck, baby! So big! So hard inside me!"
With care, the young lover leaned his woman's back against a cool cellar wall. "Ooooohhhh!" She cooed. His mouth detached from her chest. He pressed his cock hard into her, and she swerved her hips to meet the plunge.
"I'm going to really fuck you now, Mom."
"Ohyeah!"
"We'll make love later. Tonight."
"Oh, gods, do it Baby."
"For now, I'm going to take my mother's pussy..."
""Take it, honey," she gasped into his ear.
"...and I'm going to fuck you so good you'll never bother with another man." He started to pound, fast and hard into the cleft that long ago bore him. His mother grunted low and deep with each thrust. "You're mine now."
"Uhn. Uhn. Yes. Uhn. Yours. Uhn!"
Without slowing the pace, he muttered through gritted teeth, "I love you the most. Uh! I want you the most. Ugh! Fuck! I'm going to take the best care of you. Uh. Uh. You're so wet for me, Mom. Uhhhnnn, fuckyeah!"
By now Madeline was calling out again with years of pent up incestuous drive. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Take me! Ahh! Yesss. Take me! I'm yours. I'm yours. Oh, you're fucking me so good. Uh. I belong to my son. I belong to my son. Ohhhhh. I'm so happy you're pounding my little pussy, Grannnnnt. You're taking such good care of Mommy. My son's big cock. I'm yours. I belong to my soooooo..." Her fingernails drew blood on his shoulders as she squirmed and juiced on her lover's pistoning hardness.
Eventually she slowed and quieted. Grant eased his way out of his mother, and lay her on the broad gym mat they'd used for sit-ups and push-ups. Maddie was limp but twitching with pleasure. Against the side of her thigh she felt his erection, wet and steely.
"I want you back inside me, Grant." Her voice was low but urgent. Like only her son's cock could put out the fire within.
"Calm down, Mom," he soothed, stroking her hair. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got plenty more to give you."
The mother took on an unexpected strength, and maneuvered her son onto his back on the mat. She straddled him and pointed his long thick boner at her groin. "Take me," she urged in a whining vibrato. "Take Mommy, and put her on your big penis, baby."
Grant took hold of Madeline's hips, and pulled her down. In one easy motion they skewered her on his meat.
"Here," he told her through gritted teeth. "This is what you need."
His ears filled with his mother's desperate cries of joy. Her hands slammed onto his chest, and she started to bounce on his solid flesh like a porn star. Fuck, she knows what she's doing! Mom can ride a dick!
"I'm going to cum on you again, baby. Is that okay? Uhh! Is Mommy making you feel good with her body?" Her bottom slammed flat onto his hips and gyrated. The movement was hypnotic, and the sensation made the young man see stars. "Fuck, yes. Deep in there!"
Grants eyes rolled up into his head. None of the young women he'd bedded could match his mom. His mother's nails dug into his chest as her cunt stirred his bone in her depths. The pressure of her hands increased slightly, and he felt her breath on his lips. She was leaning close. When his eyes opened, she was there, staring into him. "I'm yours, baby. I'll bend over and open up for you. Uh! Any time. Nnhh! But Mommy knows how to take care of you too." Her ass rose and dropped onto him with a clap. She bounced on his cock, slapping their bodies together over and over. "I can fuck you, Grant. I'll give you the best goddamned pussy you've ever had. Ohhhh!"
She's never talked like this. Never even written like this. Mentioned dirtier and wilder thoughts, but I never saw them. Never heard them before now. How dirty will she get?
"You're gonna give me your pussy, Mom?"
The tempo of her humping increased. "Yessss. I'm going to give you everything. Unnhh!" Her face contorted in strained relief. She could finally say all the things she'd dreamed. Her inner muscles clenched at her son's rod, and both gasped at the pressure. "Your big cock's so hard. Filling my cunt."
"Your cunt? You're talking so slutty, Madeline," he groaned, testing her proper name.
She giggled at him. "Just for you. Feeling your big log in me," one of her hands drifted down to her pelvic bone. "Turns me into a slut for you. Oh fuck!" Her tone body shuddered with impact and another rising orgasm. "Your mother is your lover now, baby! Yiiiiii...." Warm womanly juices flowed from her stretched nether lips. "You can turn me into your fucking slut any time." She sat upright, and thrashed around like a wild animal, drenching their hips and thighs.
"Fuck, I'm cummimg, Mom."
"Yes! Cum with me!"
"Unnhhh! Filling your tight little cunt." The words ground out between his clenched teeth.
"Yes! Shoot it in me. Give me all your fucking cum, Grant. Ahhhh!"
With a searing rush, the young lover ejaculated into his own mother's hot dark wetness. She took it with an open smile, making howls of pleasure and happiness.
Madeline collapsed forward and kissed Grant. Her tongue penetrated his mouth, deep like his member pierced her down below. His arms pulled her tight against his chest, and his hips rose to ensure her vagina received every last drop.
They lay together. Lovers at the beginning of what promised to be a robust lusty affair. Man and woman in the middle of their shifting growing relationship. Mother and son at the end of innocence; replacing it with sweaty sexual exploration of their taboo needs.
It's no wonder that Grant barely softened before he started stroking his new woman's hair and spine. She tilted her hips and hummed low through her smile. "You fill me up so good."
When his hand reached the bottom of his mom's spine, he cupped an ass cheek, gently cherishing her shape. "Did you mean what you said about being my slut?"
His erect penis was still embedded in groin. Her torso expanded and contracted as she took a bracing breath. "Yes."
"So it's okay for you if I sometimes call you my slut? My sexy little whore?"
The head of her son's penis swelled deep inside her. "Yes, baby. Not all the time, but sometimes. Today, for sure. Thank you for asking first."
He squeezed he cheek and stroked her hair in acknowledgment. "Did...he ever call you those things?"
Madeline drew back to look grant in the face, but she took care to maintain their lower-body connection. "He did. He never checked with me about it; just started calling me those things. At the beginning I liked it. Hmmm. But never as much as I like it from you. Over time, it felt less like he was enjoying me, and more like he just found it a safe moment to call me names. I think he noticed that I stopped enjoying it. Just part of a whole mix of reasons we fell away from one another."
"But you're okay being my little slut?" He kept running a hand through her hair and groping her buns with the other.
The sweaty brunette showed a wide grin of perfect white teeth. "Better than okay. Especially since you made sure."
"You can tell me any time if it stops being nice for you. You know I love you." He was hardening anew inside her.
"I know. I will always love you too. A mother never stops loving her son, and your slut will always crave your big strong...attention."
Grant smacked his mother's ass, just how she liked it. She squealed, and her eyes sparkled.
"In that case, go bend your slutty hard little ass over the washing machine. Stick it out the way I like it."
She regretted having to remove Grant from her depths, but she craved what was coming. A lifetime more. "Yes, sir," she purred with a coy smile.
With a shhlick sound, Madeline pulled her tight body off her son's. She wobbled to the machine. It wasn't far in the small basement. She bent for her new master, and pushed her sex back for his ministrations.
Grant rose, and stared at her. She looked like the cover of a porn magazine. Her skin shined with health and sweat. Muscled legs held strong and straight. Her waist was narrow and hard. Her breasts hung, full and mature, maintaining that tempting shape. Lean and fit arms held onto the washer. The long brown mane was full and rich, yet wild and unkempt. And of course there was that perfect bulbous ass. The thirsty mamma spread her stance to welcome her boy home. She looked over at him with euphoric anticipation. "I'll only be your whore if you come and fuck me like one, Grant."
Coach G strutted forward to take care of what was his.
"Come on, baby. I'm so empty inside. I miss your cock, daddy."
He took hold of her hips, and let his cock press against her ass. A high whine climbed from her chest. The loving son smacked his mother's ass with one hand. With the other he held tight to her curves and felt her jump. "You're done with him."
"Oh, yes, baby."
Grant grabbed his pole, and lined the head up with his new older woman's puffy lower lips. "He doesn't get to share a bed with you ever again." His hips tilted forward, popping the cock head in with ease.
"Ohhhh! That's it, baby. Stretch me wide open," cried Mommy.
"The only man you share a bed with is me." Another few inches of meat eased into Madeline's body.
"Fuck, yes. Yes!"
"And I will fuck you, Mom. So long and hard. So often. I'm going to take care of this tight little body of yours." More of Grant's hardness snaked into his mother's cunt. She pitched and swiveled to get it in, crying out agreement. He gave her another clap on the ass, inciting a happy Yipe. "You are mine, and that sonofabitch can't have you back."
Madeline pushed back, gobbling the rest of her son's length into her sopping groin. "Yes -- UHHHH! -- sir!" Holy FUCK he's gigantic inside me! I'm so...full....fulfilled...loved.
"You're such a good girl," he said, pulling out of her, then slamming his full length back into her depths. She cried out, incapable of words. "Such a loving mother." Again, squeezing her ass as he withdrew and jammed his way back, reaching into his mom. The scorching hot mommy shrieked in pleasure. "My loyal and exclusive slut-mom." Another slap on the ass preceded his third yank and jut. Maddie's fingernails scratched at the painted surface of the washer. She squirmed on her son's big cock and juiced at his commanding words. "Say it again, Mom. Say that you're mine."
"I'm yours!" his quivering mamma declared. Grant started fucking in and out of her at machine gun pace. I'm going to split in two if he pounds my little pussy much harder with that monster. "I'm yours! I'm your slut! I'm your woman! I'm your lover! I love you! I belong to you Grant!" As long as she went on, her son kept up the pace; invading her sex with his over and over. "He'll never touch your woman again. I'm only for you!" She felt him bend over her and grasp a swinging breast. "My tits are for my son's eyes only. Your hands. Your mouth. I'll give you this pussy every day and night." Her shaky words inspired them both to rut with even greater intensity. "MmmMMMMM!" She turned her head to look her beloved in the eye. Even with her firm body juddering at their shared impact, she was clear, "I'm yours. UHN! Heart, body and...OH! Soul."
Her young stallion tightened his grip on her perfect ass, and she was certain of its meaning. "Yes, Grant. Cum in your mother again. Mark me. Fill me."
His whole body clutched, and he knew his mom was about to get her wish. With a drawn out stuttering groan, the young man unloaded into his mother. The tremendous orgasm—so soon after the previous—seemed to burn its way out of him. He could hear his mother's choked gasps, distant. She sounded like a woman receiving the best news of her life. He opened his eyes and saw she was smiling like it too.
Master Bloom's manhood finally softened, and slid free of his mother's deep grip. He staggered back, and Madeline rested her head and chest on the cool washing machine. His legs felt wobbly, but this was a moment for a son to hold his mother close. There was no place for that in their workout space.
"That's enough gym time for now, Mom," he said between gasps. "I want you in my bed. If things go like I hope, we'll sleep in your bed tonight. But for now I want your sweat on my sheets."
The pair ascended to the kitchen together, naked and glistening with oneanother's fluids. Grant gave her a loving pat on her bare round derriere. "Go on up and wait for me. I'll just be a second."
With a kiss on the cheek, she headed to his bed. "Don't take long, my love."
The muscular son focused on writing a note on a piece of scrap paper:
Congratulations Asshole,
I've got your money up in my room.
-G.
He grabbed his wallet and a bottle of water. He headed directly to his welcoming mother. Where else could he want to be?
For a long while they cuddled, kissed and whispered errant thoughts of possible futures and long held desires. Their bodies were in tight sticky contact, well prepared to hold on as lovers. Maddie couldn't help shifting and rubbing her succulent trained form against her boy's. It was only a matter of time -- twenty minutes? -- before his tumescence returned. Grant rolled her over so he could spoon with her. She smiled and purred. She loved to be held like this; the feel of her man's arms around her. She'd felt the erection growing. But years of disappointing experience with Gabe had trained her to expect this to mean that the man in her bed was too tired to use it.
Her eyes bulged as his hand reached down and the pointer and ring fingers spread her petals. "Oh," she gasped. The ring finger pressed and wobbled her clitoris. "Mm!" The swollen head of that blessed manhood slid towards her entrance. Madeline lifted her leg to make way again for the cock she'd craved for so long. "Yesss,"she whined to her lover behind her. "Give it to me, Grant, baby. You always make me want more." His other arm tunneled between the pillow and her head, so she could rest her temple on his bicep. The muscular arm bent and turned to reach down and clutch her breast. The bulbous crown was spreading her down below, thick fingers jiggled lightning bolts through her clit and her whole torso was drawn tight into his embrace via his thrilling grip on her naked chest. He's holding me, possessing me. "Oh, fuck, yes, baby. So biiiiig." All over me. All the way inside me. "Uhhhh, so good, Grant. I've never taken such a huge one inside me before you. Oh! Ohfuck! But you fit...Uhhhyyyeeeaahh!...you fit Mommy like a hand filling a glove!" He drilled, wide and deep into her.
The GladMommy raised her leg higher to better allow her son's stretching penetration. She was swept away, lost in the physical titillation and the emotional torrent of being loved hard with overwhelming passion. The woman lost all sense of time and location. Her eyes closed so she could concentrate on Grant's huffing and grunting as he fucked her with everything he had. Colors flashed beneath her eyelids. Her body sang at the signals of a pinched nipple, a thrumming clitty and a cunt being well stretched and thrashed by the man who would always love her. Through it all, those bulging arms crushed her against his beautiful body; hugging her with love as he plunged into her with taboo lust.
Maddie couldn't guess how long she took her son's masterful pounding. It was peak after delirious peak in an endless mountain range of joy and pleasure. Sometimes he gave her small shivering orgasms. Sometimes he gave her big rollicking ones. His endurance was amazing. There was little choice: She could only keep her legs open for him and match his grinding exploring reaches into her body by arching her ass back at him. She cried out his name over and over. He drew that orgasm-honey out of her more times than she could count. "Uh! Oh! Grant! Yes! Yes, Grant, baby! Yes! Oh, baby! You're... ohhhhhhfffuuucckk... Grant, so good to your mother. Yeah! Yesfuckme! Fuckmommy!"
Grant went rigid. His member swelled, fully sheathed in his mother. "Nnnnnn," he groaned.
"YES!" Madeline shrieked, twisting and jerking. She knew she would receive more of his spunk. Her inner muscles clamped down on the welcome invading rod to ensure her reward. "Yes! Come in me! I want it! Come in me! Always shoot your cum in me!" Hot and steady, the loving son ejaculated several more pulses into her sweet crease. "Yehhhhhhhsssss!"
They drifted off; smiling, soft mumbling and still spooning. Grant's member slipped free. Neither Bloom could have been happier.
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I am a modern day female Pygmalion. But I didn't carve my ideal man from ivory, like in the Greek story. I built him from my own flesh and the seed of a man I loved.
My son is my Galeteo, but Venus didn't give him life. I did! In addition to breath and food and shelter I held him safe so he could grow in love.
He praises me and worships my body every night. I adore him and give my creative body over to his lusts and care and play.
I cannot read the minds of gods or nature. I can only recognize that the best man for me is the one I grew from a seed to a stallion. So I bend my will to keeping the right man—my man—in my bed. He searches my insides to touch the place where I started him. He plants his own seed, and calls me his goddess.
From DrBabyRuthie777 post, marked as a favorite by MadMommy1980
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Madeline slept, naked in Grant's arms, long enough for a dream.
She stood on her front lawn, watching her son as a ten-year-old, arguing with a skinny blond girl in their quiet suburban street. The girl ordered the boy to give her a plastic baseball bat, but young Grant refused. "No! You can't have it. I'm giving it to my Mommy!"
"You can't give flowers to your Mom," shrieked the girl. The bat in his hands had transformed into a bouquet of wildflowers. The mother knew -- as one knows in dreams -- that they'd been gathered from her own garden. She also knew that the flowers had been allowed to grow wild because Gabe had not tended the private place out back.
With the thought of her husband, Mr. Bloom was standing over the children in the street. Madeline wanted to run into the street to save her son from whatever his father might do. She could not take a step. Looking down the mother saw -- and suddenly remembered -- that she had put boots and snow shoes on her feet. Moving was awkward bordering on impossible on the soft Spring lawn. I'll never make it to him. I should call to him to me.
But she never got around to calling out. Gabe looked down on the children, and frowned. "I don't even want to know where you got that bunch of flowers, boy." Then he offered a hand to the nameless girl. "Come on. I'll let you play with my bat."
All three seemed pleased, despite Madeline's stomach feeling sick with anxiety. The girl had grown twice Grant's height. She took the father's offered hand. They walked down the street, away from her home. The boy turned towards their house with a luminous smile. He sprinted to his mother. "Careful," the happy mother warned. "You may hurt yourself if you step on Mommy's snow shoes."
Young Grant laughed, like she'd tickled him. When his bare foot fell onto the snowshoes, they disappeared as did the boots. Madeline stood, barefoot as the boy in the grass. He shook the flowers which were also his bat, and said, "This is for you!"
The mother kept her eyes locked on her son's eyes, not able to look directly at what was in his hands. "But I stood here. I did nothing. I said nothing. Why do you want to give this to me?"
The boy giggled again, and said, "Of course you did something, silly. You gave it to me first!"
She gasped at her boy's words. With her changing understanding of what was happening, she saw that Her son was the man he had become. He was no longer holding flowers or a baseball bat. His hands rested on her hips. His smile was open and bright as ever.
"Now, let me give it to you. It's all yours now."
Madeline Bloom's eyes popped open as she woke. Shouts of playing children could be heard out the window. Only half an hour had passed.
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Some of you in "open" families say... secrets... unfair to my husband... should tell him... truth can "set us all free."
I would have told...or set these insane incestuous dreams aside long ago... remotely fair to me.
...almost-subtle fat jokes at the dinner table when our son is there or not-subtle when we eat alone... a "stupid cow" when I asked for physical affection... porn magazines and soiled tissues next to the bed... clean it up before our son returned from university.
...doesn't just want me to be thinner. He wants me to be younger... fair?... time machine?... no one would want me... I can't help starting to believe him.
...so bad to dream of having what I need? To have it with the man who always accepted me as I am? Would you share a dream like that with a man like my husband?
...son has a job as a fitness trainer waiting for him when he comes home from college... always says it's nothing to do with thin. It's all about being healthy... fool wouldn't jump at the chance to put herself in the hands of a man like my son!
Portions of a MadMommy1980 post uploaded 6 months ago
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Grant awoke sluggish but happy. The brunette crown of his mother's head was nodding again and again over his midsection. She was on her hands and knees between his legs. The slurping sounds of the sloppy blowjob filled his ears. He reached down to stroke her locks. She moaned at his gentle touch, and the vibrations of her sounds played at the swelling head of his penis.
She was thinking, You can give me your bat, alright!
"Ahhhh. That feels great, Mom."
She shifted so she could look up his muscular body into his eyes, without losing the cock head between her lips. She gave him a slow affirming blink, and said, "Mmmm." Like reeds in the wind, her luscious body bent and turned. Such was the mother's enthusiasm at sucking her son's penis.
"You look so beautiful down there; naked with my cock in your mouth."
"Mmmmm."
"You like being down there?"
"MmmHmm."
"Planning on kneeling between my thighs a lot more in the future? Looking forward to blowing your son over and over?"
"Mmm! MmHmm! MmmHmm!"
"I'll cum in your mouth, mom. Are you okay with that?" She kept nodding and sucking, answering with a sigh of pleasure. "You're going to drink my cum every time, aren't you Madeline?"
At the sound of her name, she grabbed the base of her son's tower. The glad-mom slurped extra loud as she withdrew her face from the hard flesh. "Every time, baby. Every day and night. My body is where your cum belongs from now on. Mommy's mouth. My pussy. You can shoot it in my ass if we can fit this great slugger back there."
"Sounds like a great mother/son project." They laughed together. "For now, though, come lie down next to me."
She did as her man bid.
"It's been great fucking you, Mom."
"It's a dream come true for me, sweetheart."
"Hands down, the best sex I've ever had."
"Me too."
"But, at least for a little bit now," he said, shifting to climb atop his mother. "I want to make love with you." She gasped at his words. Her legs were already spreading for him.
They settled into missionary position with smiles and light kisses. Madeline reached between them to guide her son's rocket to it's new home at the meeting of her thighs.
"I know we can make love in many positions. But -- at least for the moment -- I want to love you like this."
The fat tube nuzzled her hole. "Mmm. Love me how you want, baby. I'm yours, however you need. Just don't stop loving me."
"Never." He eased his way in. She cupped his buns and spread herself wider to accommodate Grant's girth. "This is more than amazing sex. I don't just love your sexy body. Oooh." He hit bottom, and his mother's body was vibrating at the words and the over-stuffing man meat inside. They kissed, and the young man moved in and out of his mother in slow deliberate strokes. "I love you, Mom."
"Uuuunnnhh! I love you too, baby! Oh! I love the man you've become."
"I'm your man, now." He shifted his hips to reach around her insides.
"Ohhhhfuckyes. I love my man. Taking... Ohhhh. Graaannt."
More kissing. More slow deep stretching of Madeline's inner garden. More words of love and grunt's of exertion. The pair made slow pressing movements, writhing together; truly one beast with two backs. Words were forgotten to groaning pushes for ever deeper penetration; ever more sexual connection.
Their matching gray-blue eyes locked as they hit a slow intense rhythm. Grant clung to his mother's ass with one hand and tweaked a full breast with the other. His mouth frequented the other nipple. Joyous Mrs. Bloom took in his physical and emotional ministrations, and ran her fingers through his dark tresses.
Muscular hips dipped and swerved, drilling the elder Venus. The highly focused son had his mom moaning softly. He kissed her mouth whenever she got loud.
The chorus of Aretha Franklin's "Natural Woman" floated through Madeline's mind. She felt an orgasm building up around the tree trunk Grant kept plunging into her newly toned body. Her toes curled, knees bent and jaw clenched as his fit lean body carried her along. Any second now, she would pop and juice all over her son's hot bar of flesh. Not for the first time. No for the last.
She barely registered the muffled ca-chunk sound beyond and below Grant's bedroom window. It never occurred to the mother to worry about it. Deep in her cunt, she was clutching automatically at her son's bone. A cry of relief and praise built up and up behind her breast bone. Holy FUCK, baby, you're making your mother cum again!
The young man pulled out, and rose off her.
A need like shock and starvation shocked through the mad mommy. "No! Why? I was..."
"Roll over, and get on all fours," Grant said. His voice was firm; assertive, like she always asked for.
"Oh, baby. Get back on me for just another minute. I was almost..."
"No time, Mom. I'll spread you open on your back tonight, I promise. I'll love you in your bed like that all night if you want. But right now, I need you get on your knees and grab the footboard."
"Okay."
"Can you do this for me?" He was speaking just above a whisper.
She heard a door close downstairs.
"However you want me, Grant." She matched his quiet tone.
He positioned his mother so that her prized sculpted ass was up in the air, and her head rested on the mattress at the foot of the bed. Her face was turned towards the shaded window; away from the entryway to his room.
"Now you must be a very good and obedient mommy, and do exactly as I tell you." His mother nodded as best she could with her cheek pressed against his bed sheets. "You may moan and groan, but do not speak. No matter what you hear. Even if someone seems to be speaking to you, you do not say a word unless I give you permission."
"Yes, sir," she whispers with a smile he could see from his vantage behind and above her.
He slid his cock in, and started pumping into his mom like a mutt fucking his bitch. She moaned and groaned and gasped at her son's powerful thrusts. I'll give him this any time he needs it. Hell, the way he handles me, he can have it even when he doesn't need it. Holy shit, I've never been fucked even half this good. She groaned through gritted teeth. She was desperate to praise her son and his beautiful cock; how it fit in Mommy. How masterful he was as a lover. Not a word! She whined, as the lost orgasm from the missionary position was summoned by Grant's magic wand. It was building fast.
That is when she heard Gabe burst into the room.
Her lover didn't slow. Never missed a beat. The younger man kept right on fucking his mother before his father's eyes.
Mr. Bloom gasped loud enough to be heard over the slap of his son's hips against his wife's ass cheeks. "Woah, shit! Grant, your note said..."
"Hey asshole," The trainer said. He was glistening with sweat, refusing to refrain from jamming his fat member into the naked beauty bent over for him. "Your twenty bucks are right next to you on the dresser. Take it and pack up your shit. Mom's done with your cheating bullshit."
"Madeline? is that...?" He couldn't see her face! Her brilliant stud had turned her head away from the doorway, towards the window. She was gasping and panting and trying to hear what was going on while still relishing everything her son did to and for her. "...Is that you, Maddie?"
"Are you fucking nuts?!" Grant bellowed at the bigger weaker man. "Grab your money and get the fuck out of here!" He looked down at his mom's perfect ass, and gave it a swat.
She yipped and shivered under Grant's steady pounding.
"So that's not your mo...?" Gabe husked pointing with a shaking hands.
The furious son turned to his father to say, "You're one sick piece of shit, you know that? When I'm done with this, I may take a nap. Whenever I come out of this room, you'd better be gone. Pack fast."
"Where....where's your mother?"
Madeline's young buck pulled out, leaving her to wag her ass hungrily. "You should find a divorce lawyer before you go looking for her. Now, do I have to come over there and push you out of my room? My sweet little piece of ass here needs more of this." He was stroking his cock; keeping it hard for the woman in his bed.
The hot mommy bounced her ass, desperate for more of her son's dick.
The door slammed shut.
Grant crammed his manhood back into Maddie's eager cunt. She juiced on him as he bottomed out. This did nothing to slow the pounding of hard young flesh in and out of her twisting orgasmic body. He leaned over her. "Still no speaking," he hummed to her ear. his voice stuttered with each thrust. "Not a word until his truck is down the road." He grabbed her hips, and fucked his woman with renewed vigor. "Yeah," he added, almost to himself. "Tonight I'm going to take you in your bed. Uh! Our bed, from now on."
Beloved Grant went into high gear; pistoning in and out of her raised sex. He filled her with all the love and lust she could hope for; drew still another orgasm out of his mother. Her husband—in that moment, she couldn't remember the guy's name—packed on the other side of the wall and left. The closest Madeline came to speaking was, "Y'sssssrrrrr!"
The EndMothers and Secrets - Epilogue
The hours, days and weeks that follow Mrs. and Master Bloom.
Disclaimers: I hadn't planned to write this. I was working on a different story. That story fizzled out. Some comments asked for a continuation of Mothers and Secrets. I looked into my mind about the future of Madeline and Grant Bloom. It wasn't much to tell. So I got started on a second story. That one fell in on itself.
I pecked out some of what I would tell if I were writing a follow-up to Mothers and Secrets. It's not enough to be a part two. I scratched more down with no intention of writing the whole thing out. "I suppose," I mumbled to myself, "it could be an epilogue instead of a full-blown story arc."
So I wrote some more. Scenes and dialogues surfaced. It wasn't magic, but it also wasn't planned.
And now, I've written the whole damn thing.
Here it is: Characters, unrealistic in beauty and athleticism. (Though, I've had occasions of surprising endurance, once upon a time.) Around 30,000 words to cap off the story of Mothers and Secrets. Don't read it if that's too long for you. The adultery goes unpunished. If you need cheaters to suffer, you will be dissatisfied here.
If that's all cool with you, then enjoy! Kindly give a kind rating! And politely comment! It's where I get the juice to keep writing new stories!
O.F.
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Mothers and Secrets: Epilogue
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A handful of weeks after the events of Mothers and Secrets
DrBabyRuthie777: Hey, Gypsy-Mamma. Do you know what happened to MadMommy1980? The last I've seen or heard from her was about a month ago.
Romantriarch: Hi. I can't say I know what's happening with her.
DrBabyRuthie777: "I can't say I know," as in you don't know? Or "I can't say I know," as in you're not supposed to tell?
Romantriarch: Can't say, Candy Bar. >:)
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A handful of hours after the events of Mothers and Secrets
Madeline Bloom awoke naked in her son's bed. Sounds of beating pans and bowls arose from down in the kitchen.
It must be Grant, she thought. Then she spoke aloud to herself. "No one else lives here now, remember?"
With a smile and sore muscles, she climbed out of bed and shuffled to her bedroom.
She didn't shower. The 40-something beauty dressed in blue running shorts and a pink tank top. She had no plans for a run. Not after the workout we've had. The outfit was for comfort, but it had another advantage. The loose garments would be easy for her lover to peel away.
She sat on her bed and took a deep breath. There were familiar smells; old scents. Without thinking she got up and changed the sheets. "Grant's sheets stink of sweat, saliva and gods know what other fluids," She remarked aloud to the empty room. "But here I am changing this bed."
She pulled the fresh sheet over the last corner of the king-size mattress.
There was an ache inside her. It wasn't yearning. "I can still feel him inside me," she smirked to herself. "I'm still acclimating to his girth."
There was a clang downstairs.
Madeline descended to the kitchen. She had a satisfied smile and a tingling between her thighs.
Grant wore pajama pants and a white T-shirt. He was ready to cook for his mom. "It's scrambled eggs: breakfast for dinner."
Mommy sidled up behind him and put her left arm around his waist. She pressed her groin against her coach's firm buns.
Then, with her free right hand, she swatted the side of the seat of his pajama pants.
"Hey!" he feigned grievance. "I'm working here."
"Aww," she ground out her softest sounds of pity. "After how red you've made my cheeks today, making Mommy a good girl for you? I figured a strong man like you could handle it." Knowing she was finally, completely, and oh-so-sexually his, she was already more confident. More assertive. He knows my secret, and he feels the same. Everything is different.
"I can handle it." He grumbled more to himself than the woman rubbing her pubis against him. "I handled you up there in my bed, didn't I? From now on you're gonna experience 'handled' day and night."
She giggled and kissed his upper arm so she could peek around and watch his cooking.
He dropped a pat of butter into the heated pan. To the right of the stove was a large bowl of beaten eggs and a small bowl of shredded cheese. The butter melted, and the eggs went into the pan. Grant salted and peppered the gooey mass. The spatula scraped and folded. When the eggs were nearly done, he reached for the cheese.
Maddie's right arm grabbed his wrist from behind. Her full chest pressed even harder against his back. He thought he could feel her firm nipples.
"Don't add the cheese yet, hon. Take the pan off the burner."
He did as told.
The pan sat on an unused burner, and the flame was out.
"Now dump in the cheese and mix."
Doing as ordered, Grant asked, "But the eggs aren't done cooking. Shouldn't I put it back on the flame?"
Madeline watched her son mix the cheese into the steaming hot eggs. "It's all still hot, baby. The eggs keep cooking without the fire."
He mixed, relishing the feel of his mother's soft breasts pressing into his back.
"You don't always have to keep heat under the pan once you've got things cooking." The cheese melted into the eggs, and - as predicted - the eggs firmed up to perfection. The residual heat of the pan and eggs had finished cooking the couple's meal. She reminded him, "The chef always tastes before he serves."
The younger Bloom skewered a glob of egg with a fork. He eased it into his mouth.
"Mmm!" Pleasure and surprise mixed at the resulting taste and texture.
"We melted the cheese without breaking the oils in it. It'll be cheesy and creamy without being greasy." She rose to her tip-toes and kissed the back of his neck.
Mrs. Bloom released her young stud to gather a pair of shallow bowls.
They set the table for two. But when the food was on the table, the mother sat on her son's lap. His erection rose against her thigh. She fed him a fork of the best scrambled eggs he'd ever made.
"See, sweetheart." she smiled. "When we make enough heat things will keep on cooking for us."
A slow sensuous kiss on the cheek. Both knew she was talking about more than food.
She hopped off his lap and sat on her own seat to devour her meal.
"First of all," Grant said. "thanks. And I mean that on many levels."
Maddie gave him a smile and a sideways nod as she chewed.
"But also, why?"
She washed her food down with a swallow of juice. Then, "Because we have some un-sexy things to talk about, but I don't want you to think I've lost any heat for you."
Under the table, invisible to her son, she traced her crotch with her free hand.
"Good. What's un-sexy that needs to be discussed?"
"Individual checking accounts." There were also joint savings accounts. They had a shared investment portfolio. And there was the almost certain inevitability of selling the house. "Neither of us - your father nor I - is likely to have enough money to buy out the other's half of the value of the house. I'm not sure it would be smart to hold onto it even if we could. We'll need to consult the lawyer about my options before we can make a decision."
"Lawyer?" the young man asked in the tone of a brand new concussion. This new theme was like a bucket of ice water.
"Remember, a few hours ago? You were fucking me doggy style and spanking my sweaty ass. You told your father that he'd better get a divorce attorney. I was riding your rocket to the moon, but I heard every word, baby."
The young man coughed and nodded. The reminder of his deepest fantasies fulfilled had left him flat-footed. Now he needed to face these consequences. "Yeah, I remember."
"Well, I'm going to need to get one too. Don't you think?"
Now he was shaking his head. "No. I mean, Yeah. Of course. I just hadn't thought..."
The lovely woman looked down at the remains of her eggs. She took a deep breath. "Grant, I do have to divorce him. I will need a lawyer. And I need to think about dividing our assets as well as where to go from there.
"You've been very protective and supportive and - let's call it what it is - possessive of me these last few weeks. I. Have. Loved it.
"I woke up in your bed, assuming that I am still yours; that you want to go forward with me."
"Of course, Mom."
She held up her hands. "Look, we crossed a big line. We said a lot of things in the heat of the moment. It could be a step too far for you. Or maybe - now that everything has come to a head - it's too real for you to keep going as we have. You can tell me. I'm your mother, and I will love you no matter what. But you've got to tell me."
"No, mom! No! Not at all. It's me and you. I'm with you all the way. I wasn't thinking about practical things. It was kind of jarring to shift from thinking..." He stood, and took Madeline's hand to stand her up. Grant swept her into his arms and pulled her back down onto his lap - this time in her chair. "Thinking of how deeply I've fallen in love with you. Even when I'm not hard for you, I want to squeeze you and put my mouth all over you. I keep thinking about how I want to take care of you. I want to hold you, and feel you with me when I fall asleep from now on; when I wake up too." He fed a forkful of cheesy scrambled egg between her puffy lips beneath her watery eyes. "Leaping into money markets and real estate agents was a shock. That's all."
Mommy swallowed and leaned her head against her man's. She sighed as his hands swarmed her fit new figure.
"Goddamned right you're mine," Grant grumbled. "Divorce. Sell the house. Hire a lawyer. Whatever. As long as you're with me."
"Not 'Whatever,' my love. I don't want to make all these decisions on my own. I need you to be a partner who can think these things through with me. This is our life; not only mine. What will we do? If we leave the house, where will we go? Of course we'll go there together, but I want to choose these things with you."
"Absolutely, Mom. Of course. I'll do more than keep you fit and glowing with sexual satisfaction."
Both smiled. Maddie growled with a Cheshire grin. They kissed.
It started sweet, but in short time tongues got involved. Madeline straddled Grant and rubbed against his swollen member with her covered cleft. She didn't push hard against him. There was no rush.
The young man broke the kiss to say, "Do you want to talk about strategies for choosing a divorce lawyer? Or how to find a good real estate agent? What we'll want to tell the bank?"
"Ha!" she stuck her tongue into his mouth and sucked at his. "Later," she gasped when they came up for air. "Mommy has been cooking along all this time." She reached between them to shift her runner's shorts aside. "I'm ready now."
The muscular master Bloom pulled his erection through the flap of his bed pants.
What came next was predictable and uncomplicated. The frothing mother pushed her hands down on her boy's shoulders. The balls of her feet pressed down against the floor. He gripped her solid waist to help her rise. Together they drew her rising torso up and closer to his. The firm spongy head of his cock strummed along his mommy's clit on its way to her eager opening. "Uh," her tone warbled. Her right hand released his shoulder so she could reach between them. With certainty and ease, she wrapped her petite hand around his swollen tumescence. Grant sucked at his mother's neck as she lined his sex up to hers.
The matriarch dropped with a grunt. It resembled the sound of someone getting punched in the gut. He reaches that far into me! They resumed their kiss and ground together with tighter movements and greater intensity. He was inside her, where he belonged. Now they had to make proper use of that overwhelming presence.
"Uhn! Uhn!" She whimpered as he met her jutting thrusts. The young man's left hand dropped to hold tight onto the perfect curvature of his mother's ass. His right arm looped around her narrow waist to hold her close. "Mnnuh. Yuh' make me feel... Ooh, baby! You make me feel so good!" His grip tightened, and his pillar drove up, deeper than before. "Fuck! Feel so wanted. So beautiful! Oh GODS, that monster DICK you use to fuck me! Ah!"
It was clear his mother wanted to talk while he skewered her on his cock. So, the loving son's mouth descended to kiss a breast through her shirt.
Madeline picked up the rhythm, bouncing on the fat pole. But this didn't stop her from whipping off her shirt. Her man wanted her chest under his mouth. She gave it to him.
That strong left hand squeezed her ass cheek even tighter once he had his lips on her bare nipples.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Suck on me! Fuck me deep. Squeeze me tight!" She started thrashing with even greater ferocity. The chair beneath them creaked at the intensifying torque.
He released the tit flesh with a wet pop. "Unh. Mom, Uh! We're gonna break the chair. Oh, fuck."
She didn't answer. She didn't slow. She grunted at the thought of fucking her son so hard that they'd break the furniture. A deep clutching orgasm squeezed her nectar onto his veiny cock. The warmth spread to her shorts, his bed pants, and soon the chair beneath them.
"Shit," he grunted. "Hold on to me."
Without missing a beat, Madeline looped her arms around her stud. She spread her thighs wider to hold his fire hose nice and deep. Her right temple pressed against his. He could hear her panting with effort and lust. The fitness coach fixed his hold on the nearly-naked mommy impaled on his sex and stood. Maddie's muscled thighs immediately wrapped around his hips. "Ohmygods, YES! Take me, Grant. Fuck your mom wherever you want!"
He didn't take her anywhere. The young man eased his mother's round buns onto the edge of the sturdier kitchen table.
Glassy-eyed, the matron stilled to let her son work.
The young man bent to put a hand in his mother's thick brown hair. He drew her up and leaned down to kiss her. Then he lay her back, sweeping the breakfast dishes onto the chairs and floor. Neither heard the breaking crockery. Madeline spread her legs again to show her bare vagina stretched around the base of her beloved son's cock. She gazed up at him with love bordering on worship. Her full chest heaved excited breaths.
Grant rested his hands on his mom's hips. He could feel her heels pressing at the small of his back. His strong hands squeezed those hips that had long ago guided his entry to the world.
Maddie nodded, and her son got back to pumping in and out of her tight entry.
Those lovely grey/blues rolled up into her head. A banshee cry erupted from her mouth. Her whole body shook with the impact of her man's pelvis and the orgasmic pleasure.
He'd taken her in the basement. They'd made love in his bedroom and drifted off to sleep. After the rest, Grant had her on hands and knees so he could ram her from behind. He even fucked her through Gabe's interruption. (She'd hidden her face from the room.) The pair had gone back to rutting with molten hot lust the second Grant's father had left. When her husband's truck was gone, she'd squealed and creamed all over their son's unflagging bone.
Grant had returned the favor; filling her insides and painting the back of her thighs with their sticky mixture. They'd slept, and now they'd eaten their fill.
And now he's taking me again on the kitchen table. I should be too tired to move! But she arched her back and twisted with lusty pleasure. The view drove her son to pound into her even wilder.
"I'm handling you now, aren't I Mom?"
"Oh, yes, baby! You're handling Mommy! You're the greatest lover!"
Without slowing his sawing hips, the young man asked, "Did you cum on me on that chair?"
She pinched her erect nipples, and cried out, "Yes! I had to cum on your beautiful penis. Oooh! You feel so good. Uh! Don't stop, you amazing mother fucker. Yeah! Your hands. Oh! Your mouth. The way you squeeze me."
One manly hand released her hips and traced her pelvis until it reached the top of her mound. "You're mine to love and pleasure." His thumb dipped to twiddle his mother's clitoris.
"YEEEESSSS!!" She thrashed and hissed under her son's expert touch. "You always make me cum, Grant. Ffffffuuuuck! You're making your mommy cum!"
"That's right, mom. Cum again for me." He pressed and twiddled with a bit more force.
Madeline came like a hurricane on her son's erect cock. It was a stunning display. Her fluids gushed forth as he had bidden them. Her magnificent body splayed open for his enjoyment.
He slowed and leaned close to watch his mother's ragged breathing. He was still hard inside her. She licked her lips at the feeling of hot still iron manhood filling her depths.
The elder beauty regained enough breath to hum in pleasure.
"You were a bad girl, making the chair all wet and sticky." Her eyes shot open to watch the handsome face above. Her thick-lipped smile split to show teeth. "But you were a very good girl cumming for me when I told you to." Madeline licked her lips again, happy to await Grant's judgment.
The great long mass withdrew from her, and an automatic mournful sound rose from her throat. But, dripping with sweat and cum as she was, the horny mommy was neither sad nor worried.
That massive steely meat is no more done with me than I am with it.
The young man backed off and said, "Get up. Take off those shorts." He shucked off his wet bed pants as well.
Both Blooms were properly naked. The young man guided his mother to the living room. He pulled a lever on the side of the reclining chair his father had long used. The chair locked into place. It would hold still.
"Kneel on the seat and hold onto the back."
Madeline approached the recliner as ordered, holding her son's eyes with her own. She put her knees on the seat and steadied herself by gripping the back where Gabe's head had often rested. Her bare back was to her young lover. She was sweating with anticipation.
One of those thick-fingered hands caressed her hip.
"Stick your ass out more. Lower."
The extra fit mother obeyed, arching so her naked ass was level with her hot son's hips.
"Naughty girls who make a mess like you need a spanking."
"Yes, sir." She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
Grant clapped his mom's ass, and she yelped.
"But good girls who cum for me as you have should get a reward."
Madeline started panting, but she managed to gasp, "Yes, sir."
He gripped her hip.
She sucked in a breath as her stallion's titanic phallus pressed at her swollen lower lips. She cooed with excitement and pushed back to welcome Grant's reentry to Mommy's soaked sex. "Oh, yes, sir! That's juuust right. OH! Come on. All the way in, baby!"
An unseen hand smacked her other firm cheek. "Yiii! Fuck, yes!"
The hand that was bracing her hip for his plunging erection smoothed up her waistline. It slid up her rib cage and finally reached around to cup one of her free-swinging breasts. Grant's massive beast was all the way in and stirring her tight insides.
"I guess I'm going to have to fuck you and spank you at the same time."
She gave no answer beyond turning to smile at her most beloved. He gave her lips a soft peck and drew back for balance.
Pak! Her man disciplined her reddening ass cheek.
"Oh FUCK, thank you... OOOHHH!" That huge prick pulled out a bit before slamming back into her darkest place, exactly where she needed it. Grant fucked his mother from behind with manic speed and force. Her body held its pose; rigid and wide open. Her succulent round ass was angled to make fucking her as easy as spanking her. The full breast felt magical in his hand, and her peals of joy sounded like the best news in the world. He gave her another slap on the ass so she'd be sure he hadn't forgotten her needs. He crammed his manhood into her soft yet firm body over and over for his own love and pleasure.
Young master Bloom had lain with some very pretty girls in his late teens and earliest twenties. It had never been love. Those teens and co-eds had nothing on Madeline's incredible figure. What a body! What a beauty! And she loves me as her man! AND she's Mom! His thrusting and pumping went into overdrive and his heart swelled.
Madeline was taking every inch he jammed into her like a champ. She loved what her son could do with her; what he could make her feel! She'd stay bent over for his frantic masterful loving for as long as he wanted. Her taut shape was thanks to him. She'd pined for him for years. Taking his dick like this was a dream come true! At the small of her back was a pool of sweat.
Then she heard his voice behind her head.
"I love you so much, Mom." Her whole sleek body trembled at these words. I don't want to spank you anymore. I want to love you and cum in you and feel you cum for me. The hand he'd used for "discipline" ran over her hip, and down to her crotch.
"I love you too, Grant. Cum in Mommy's pussy" She felt her clit squeezed between two of his large fingers. "Ohh, you're gonna make me cum." The fingers twiddled and shifted from side to side. She hissed as the clitoral stimulation joined the rest of the pleasure her son was lavishing on her. "I've never had such a great cock." His hips crashed into her bubble, and she was so full with Grant. "OHFUCKYEAH! No one has ever filled me, touched me... no one has ever taken my sex like you! Youuuuuuuuu!" That mighty rod worked her like a furious piston. Those fingers blurred over her sensitive nub. "AH!"
Neither Bloom could take any more. Grant throbbed semen into his mother. Her fingernails scratched into the chair with a sound like a zipper opening. She twisted as a final orgasm wrung her hard body. The young man slid to the floor and pulled his mom down with him. She lay back atop her man, still twitching and clutching.
Madeline turned over to lay atop Grant, chest to chest; head on his broad shoulder.
They took their time to catch their breath. Neither could say how long they lay there, stuck together as their shared fluids cooled and dried.
At some point, the exhausted mother noticed her son's fingers stroking the hair on her head. It was soothing and endearing at the same time. She took in a deep breath and hummed with the exhale. "That's nice, sweety."
She felt his chest bulge with a deep breath. Then he said. "I'm not sure if you're going to take this as good news or bad news."
"What's that?"
"I know we're both pooped. I know we both need a shower. But - even as worn out as I am - I know that if we share a bed tonight..."
"I want to sleep in the same bed with you. I want you in my bed every night."
"Me too. Every night. But, if you're in bed with me tonight..."
"What, Grant. Spit it out."
"You're gonna need to come to bed prepared. The fact is, I'm not done with you yet."
Her heart swelled, and her pussy ached. She lifted her head to show him an approving smile.
"Thanks for the warning. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you in my room when you've taken a shower of your own. I'll wear something nice to bed because I'm not done with you. When we finish, I plan to sleep naked. And spent."
***
The Blooms dozed, bare and smiling on the floor of their den. Madeline awoke first this time. Sleeping on top of Grant was lovely in its way, but not conducive to a long slumber. She climbed off her beau and made her way up the stairs. Many joints complained. It couldn't drown out the glowing buzz of satisfaction that suffused her muscular body.
In the bathroom, the sluggish mother washed and dried her hands. The rest of her body was sticky and salty, but she left the commode anyway.
Willing those legs and arms to loosen, Maddie went to her room and opened the top drawer of her dresser. The paper bag on the top held something she'd bought many days ago. It reflected a wish and a hope she hadn't trusted was coming true. But she'd bought it anyway, in case she hadn't been kidding herself about her son's growing interest. With clean hands, the mother placed the bag on her bed.
She returned to the bathroom for her second shower of the day. The hot water and steam soothed her as it had many times before. Madeline was smiling. Of course, she thought. The woman of the house took her time now. She wanted to be able to bend and move. She giggled like a woman half her age. I've never had half this much sex in a single day. And the best I'd ever had couldn't hold a candle to any of the romps we've had so far. I can hardly believe there's still more to come before I sleep. She was completely satisfied. She could lie in bed alone and sleep like a stone. But she couldn't imagine lying down next to Grant without taking him into her aching vagina at least once more. If I feel his arms around me, I'll need to feel his manhood inside me.
In time she cut off the water, reached for a towel, and stole into her room. She made sure she was smooth for her son. She applied lotion to her skin, but not so much that it could bother him when he put his mouth on her.
The other shower was running. He would be at her door soon.
She opened the paper tote and withdrew the lingerie she'd chosen all those days ago. Grant would peel it off her soon enough. But that shouldn't stop a woman from wearing something nice for her son.
***
The young man entered his parents' room, no longer forbidden to him. He wore boxer briefs and a black T-shirt that made him look lean and hard-muscled. The son figured his mom had made herself up. No doubt she would look sexy. He'd prepared to say something nice and suave like, "You look so beautiful tonight."
When he saw his mother, all that came out was, "Wow." The raw silk lingerie was deep red; darker than the bikini she'd worn yesterday at the pool. Was that only yesterday? He thought for a second. Feels like forever ago. The blush red silk cami top was cropped, so her flat hard midriff was on display. Below, she wore the same material: a mini ruffle skirt. The cami top displayed the top of her smooth chest. The mini skirt let her son gaze at the full length of his mother's tone thighs and calves.
"Holy Fuck, you look hot as Hell."
Maddie smiled. She didn't expect Grant to be well-spoken most of the time. It was sweet that the special outfit she'd worn for him struck him near dumb.
She smiled at him, gesturing to the king-size bed she'd shared for too many years with Gabe. "Sit."
Grant sat on his parents' bed. He looked uncomfortable.
"It's fresh," Madeline offered. "Clean sheets."
"That's nice. Thanks." He still evinced discomfort, sitting on his father's side of the bed. Much of Gabe's stuff was gone. "I guess," the young man confessed, "this is another way that I wasn't thinking ahead. I'd fantasized about it, but I never thought it through; how weird it would feel to be... here. Oedipus might have liked this, but..."
"Oedipus gouged his own eyes out when he realized what he'd done."
"Right."
"So it's pretty understandable if you feel uncomfortable, right?"
Grant looked up with wide eyes. "But, don't think I'm having second thoughts about you and us! I'm not..."
She chuckled, "Don't worry, baby. You were very convincing in the den and the kitchen. And in your bedroom before that. And the basement before that. And at the pool. And all those nights we rendezvoused in the living room for those 'checkups' I enjoyed so much."
"Yeah." He smiled for a moment, and both chuckled. But unease returned to the son's face.
His mom's mouth hardened into a line, and she took a deep breath. "Wait here." She went to the bathroom and returned with a fistful of small garbage bags. "Let's clear this room of all his offending material."
Together, they gathered the remaining artifacts of Gabe into a few sacks. Most of the departed father's detritus were papers and folders from his job. Grant discovered a few dirty magazines in the bottom drawer of his father's dresser. They seemed to feature women, recently turned 18 years of age.
Seeing them, Madeline's eyes narrowed with hurt and anger. "He left those behind to send me a message, that I'm old and dried up."
But her son scoffed. "You put every girl at the pool to shame, and you're not too old to wear me out today." She looked at him with pleasure and surprise. "And we know that you are NOT dried up, don't we? You've been wet and ready all day." She smiled at him, and her nipples tightened at the thought of all they'd done. "Seems more likely to me that he doesn't want to bring these over to his secretary's place." At this thought, the mother beamed in relief. "Besides," her stud continued more to himself than to her. "We can't guess how he thinks. I'll never understand what happened in his brain that he let you slip away." He shook his head, looking bemused. "... fucked if I'll ever let her go," he grumbled to himself.
But his mother heard his vow.
I never thought I could be so in love, Maddie thought, staring at her son. I never thought I could fall even more in love. But here it is.
They found a fossilizing little black address book. Neither investigated its contents. Both Blooms had their social connections lined up online. There wasn't anything for them in the bound pages.
Grant brought the bags down to the garage and returned to the brunette bombshell in the bedroom. This was an improvement, but he was still edgy.
"Stand at the end of the bed. Over there," pointed his mom. The tone young man's kneecaps pointed at what had been the foot of his father's side of the bed. Madeline strolled to her side. "No worries, right? Mommy is here with you." She crawled onto the bed; hands and knees. Her firm rump held high in the air. The sexy minx crawled to the other half of the mattress. Their eyes remained locked. She made her way until her hands were where Gabe's feet had lain the night before. Her toes rested near the pillow he'd used.
With a warmth in her chest, the mother faced her son's covered groin. She pulled Grant's boxer briefs down and rested her elbows on the comforter. Her gray-blues settled on his tube of flesh. "Hello, nighttime snack." Her delicate fingers gripped the hardening meat. She licked its bloated head.
"Snack?" her son chuckled from above.
Mommy gave the flared tip a suckling kiss, then laughed. "I've never been one to binge before bed, but things are changing." She opened wide and dipped her head to take as much of it in as she could manage.
"Mmmm. Ohhhh, Mommmm."
The modern Venus nodded and gulped at his manhood. Her long brown hair shifted and swayed with her enthusiastic cock-sucking. Beyond the hair and shoulders and past her narrow waist was the red silk mini. The splash of soft fabric failed to cover Madeline's naked round ass. Her buns swayed side-to-side like bait on the water.
Before those rocking hips could hypnotize Grant, his mom drew her red lips away from his penis. He looked down to see her lovely face staring up at him. "This is my bed. I can sleep or crawl or fuck on any part of it I want." She shrugged one smooth shoulder. "I want your dick in my mouth. So..." Maddie took him deep into her throat again, proving her point. It was also what she wanted at that moment. "I am yours." She was panting. She ran her tongue up his pole before continuing. "You can kiss or lick or fuck any part of Mommy." She stroked him with a tight fist. "This is our love in our home. That makes this our bed."
Still stroking, she rose to her knees, eye to eye with her man. Long brown hair flowed around her gorgeous face. She was radiant! The deep red cami top shifted around her bulbous breasts, moved by her pumping arm. She wouldn't let go of her son's erection; jacking him without thought. "This is for you and me until we decide to burn the bed, sell the house, and take our share of the money to buy a new place." Mommy gave her son a sweet kiss, almost as if she weren't stroking his cock at the same time. "And we'll buy a new bed." Another kiss, hotter than before. "And we will screw like rabbits on that one too."
She pushed her tongue into Grant's mouth, and he met her kiss with eagerness.
She released the big bone and sat back. "Sit down, baby."
He sat on the mattress. His face was hard to see. Twilight had passed. His jutting erection diverted her attention anyway. The loving son was gasping as his excitement rose and fell.
Raising her toned arms above her head, Madeline said, "Take Mommy's top off her. I want you to see what I'm giving you."
He removed her top but didn't reach for her loose silk mini skirt. In the soft moonlight, the beauty's breasts hung above her flat midsection. They were full, womanly, as he'd confirmed often this day. Fit and mature, she was the apex of beauty.
"Mom. You're so... my god, you're... ravishing!" He had found the right word for the moment.
His mother thrilled at his praise. She hopped off the bed long enough to straddle her son. Her moist mons ground against Grant's bare wet baton. Her strong arms wrapped around his neck and crushed her bare breasts against his tone chest. She felt his arms close around her upper body.
"Feeling a little bit better about being here?" Her lover boy nodded. "Do you know where I belong?"
"Where?" he whispered back into her ear.
"I belong right here, in this circle you're making with your big strong arms. In his house or at the White house. In a cave or on a mountain top. When I'm in your arms, I'm where I belong." She kept grinding against his hard-on. His embrace tightened. He squeezed her, and she squeaked and giggled until he loosened his grip. She sucked on his ear lobe for a moment. Then she growled low in his ear, "You know where you belong?"
He shook his head, no. He gasped, "Where?"
Pressing her knees into the mattress, Madeline rose; still in his embrace. She reached between them - under the panel of her skirt - to grab his pole and guide it to her sopping entrance.
One of Grant's hands released his mother's torso to grab her ass. He squeezed, and her openings yawned. Maddie rubbed the fat head against her dripping lower lips. Her movements were patient, but her breathing was picking up.
"Mamma's gonna show you where you belong."
She swiveled her carved hips, and the bulbous tip slipped past the labia. She continued jutting and shifting her pelvis as she sat further and further down. Inch by veiny inch eased its way in. It was stretching her, like each time before. The Blooms groaned. Son kissed Mommy's collar bone. She kept sliding down his member.
"Uh, yeah, you know where you belong. Mmm!"
The matriarch shimmied and dipped until her clit pressed her lover's pelvic bone.
He's fucked me so much, so hard, and so many times today. His huge prick has stretched my cunt, almost without mercy. I never knew it was possible to have this much sex in one day. My pussy should be sore beyond hope. But here we are. We've crammed his fucking tree trunk back into me, and I couldn't be happier!
"Perfect fit!" she cried aloud.
Grant squeezed his mom's ass extra tight, and he received moans of appreciation. She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug her nails into his hard-muscled flesh.
"Yes, baby. You belong here, all the way deep inside me."
She rose a few inches and dropped back down. Both cried out.
"On the workout mat or against the basement wall. In your bed..."
She pushed against his shoulders, driving him back and down. He lay back on the mattress where Gabe had long neglected her.
"...or in this bed."
Madeline pushed her ass back into her man's hands and then forward to shift his pillar against her G-spot.
A high-pitched wail escaped before she could say, "As long as you are long and hard in me. As long as you are loving me and fucking me and keeping me as your lover."
They shared a sloppy wet kiss that lingered until the horny mommy couldn't help picking up the pace. She fucked down against her son's hips with a fierce tempo.
Their mouths fell apart, and she gasped, "You're where you belong. This is for you."
No-longer-neglected Mrs. Bloom jutted her hips, then swerved them in a magical pattern. They shared a cry of pleasure that sounded like pain.
"Only you, Grant!"
The pair writhed together on the mattress; Grant's calves hung off the foot.
Huffing and puffing, Maddie felt the early burn of an orgasm on the way. She kissed her man, thrilled by the feel of his muscled body beneath her. A wave of dizziness swept from the back of her neck to the top of her head. She had to break the kiss. The promise of orgasm waned and fell away. She noticed she had to work hard to move her tailbone up and down; releasing and reclaiming his thick tool. Her breathing picked up. The delirious pleasure of fucking her grown son cleared enough to see: She was fatiguing.
"I gotta - I gotta - stop a sec."
Grant stilled beneath her and looked at her with concern.
"Need --- need a breath." The worn-out mommy's head dropped onto her son's bulging shoulder.
The young man gripped her hips. For a second Madeline had the irrational hope that he was bracing to thrust up into his mother with abandon. A part of her still welcomed his driving meat (had dreamed of it for years!) The rest of her knew that was not what she needed.
Luckily for her, that was not her young man's intention. He withdrew from her sopping opening.
Just for now, he thought.
Just for now, She thought.
He rolled his mother off him, onto her back. She was smiling and panting for breath. "Need - a sec."
Grant untied the red silk mini and drew it off his mom's succulent body. "No restrictive clothes to interfere with your breathing."
She laughed and groaned. "Heh - don't - can't laugh - not now."
Her breathing slowed, and the dizziness passed. "Uhh. Thanks, babe. It's been a lot today."
Grant got up and drew off his remaining clothes. When he stood, his cock stuck out like a lance.
He looked her in the eye, and she licked her lips. "We're not done, love," she said with an uneven breath. It wasn't a question. She wouldn't leave him in a state like that; wouldn't waste having this erect beautiful stallion here with her.
"No," he confirmed. "We're not done. But I'm going to get us some water for the moment."
With no shame in his game, Grant walked to the door. His phallus bounced as if nodding in agreement. It would return to her wetness in due time. Madeline felt her inner muscles clutch at the sight. Then her son was out of the room, descending stairs, and moving around the kitchen.
He returned naked as when he'd left. There was a water bottle in each hand.
Maddie reached out. "Gimme!"
The ever-attentive son twisted one open and handed it to his thirsty lover. She took in a mouthful and rinsed it around her mouth before swallowing. "That's good, Mom. Don't drink it too fast." He popped open the second bottle and drank down a mouthful as well.
A cool sense of refreshment spread through Maddie's remarkable curves. She drank more.
"Not too much or too fast," her bare muscled coach warned.
"The water isn't what I'm greedy for, baby." She spread her thighs in welcome.
Their eyes locked, and each Bloom took one last pull on their waters. They capped the bottles and tossed them to the floor. Madeline beckoned. "Get on top of me, now. I need you inside me."
He crawled towards her, making his way between her legs. He never stopped staring into her eyes; gray/blue like his own. But he could feel those firm thighs spreading wider.
She gripped his hardness and guided it to her softness. "In here. This is where I need -"
The mother's hips tilted up; easing the son's dipping thrust. The lovers kissed as Grant's manhood sank deeper into his mother's sex. When she had all the meat inside her, his pelvic bone pressed against her clit. She broke the kiss and whispered into his ear. "Right here, baby. You belong in here, stretching my cunt."
This time it was Grant who shuddered at Madeline's words.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. "You always belong on top of your mommy. Any bed is the right bed if you are sliding your delicious penis inside me."
He pressed hard and deep into her.
She squeezed him tighter with arms, legs, and her clutching tunnel.
"Ohhhhh, yesssss," she growled into his ear.
His big hands gripped her muscled shoulders to keep her in place.
She sucked in a deep breath, knowing what came next. The great muscle drew back and hammered deep into Madeline. "Ah!"
Grant repeated the powerful thrust, and his mother cried out her approval again. The young man strained to give her a fucking she'd never forget, with forceful lunges into her depths. Only his hold on her shoulders kept the top of her head from smashing into the headboard.
"Oh! Oh! Yeah! You feel it! Unhh! Don't you, my love?"
He kissed her neck and jawline. His rock-hard root never slowed; plowing into the thankful mommy.
She ran her fingers through his thick brown hair. Deep grunts rasped from her chest with each crashing penetration.
Grant stilled for a moment to hold off ejaculation. Maddie took the opportunity to whisper with ragged breath. "I spread the thighs you helped carve and a tight little pussy that's wet for you. I open wide, forming a saddle; only yours to ride. Do you feel it? My flat tummy, my open arms, my bare tits for your mouth. Do you feel how I fit you? Could any other man fit in me like you? Is there anywhere in the world you should be other than here? Naked and sweaty on your bare ass mother; balls deep in my hot vagina? Ears ringing with my love. My lust. My screams of pleasure." Grant started to shift, stirring around his mother's insides. "Oh, yes, my lover! Isn't this where you belong? Fuck your mother, Grant. Show us again that my pussy belongs to you!"
The young man returned to the sprint. He rioted into and out of the forty-something brunette beneath him at a breakneck pace. She yowled and moaned as he'd expected. That spectacular body of hers started to twitch and shiver; The inevitable orgasm.
That was the moment he felt it: This place - between Madeline's slippery naked thighs - was where he belonged. She shouted and creamed, but the young man kept at her. I may as well be at the top of the Eiffel tower or the bottom of the Grand Canyon. This is where I belong; deep inside her.
He was fucking his mom like there was no tomorrow. She raked his shoulders as a new orgasm ripped through her sweaty body. Grant sped up and thrust even harder. Maddie's peals took an even higher pitch.
Any place can be the most intimate and welcome place in the world, as long as I've got Mom's smooth legs wrapped around me.
Orgasm number three made the fit mother convulse and thrash. Her legs splayed open, and she babbled nonsense. Her insides clutched and mother's honey overflowed.
Grant gave her a firm open kiss. His hips still pumped dick into her, and her lower body still lurched up to take each stroke to the greatest depth. The young buck broke the kiss.
His beloved looked at him. There were tears in her eyes.
"Ready for my cum?"
His squirming woman gave a manic smile and nodded.
"I'm going to cum in you, Mom."
"Yes!"
"It's not only your beautiful face or your sexy smile that's gonna make me give up my cum."
She smiled wider and licked her lips. "I want it, baby."
"It's not just because your hard curves make me crazy... Fuh!... to fuck your brains out."
"Uhn! Oh gods." She shuddered with the impact of his hips on hers. "Tell me more, Grant. Ahh! Give Mommy your cum and tell her why."
He kissed her for a moment and drove on into her receptive cunt. "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy, because this is where it belongs."
"YES."
"Because I love you, and you're mine."
"Fuck, YES I am!"
"Because you've been such a good girl for me today. Oh shit! The best mother anyone could dream of." The young man was fucking the brunette beauty at a machine-gun pace. She was drooling and shrieking agreement.
"Take my seed, Mom."
"YES! GIVE ME THAT HOT CUM!"
"Take it! Unh! No matter what bed we lie in, my home is your HOT... NAKED... SWEATY... BODY!"
"Ohhh, GRANT! YEEEEEESSS! You feel it!" Her man's muscled body clenched, and she felt the hot pulse of his cream. She clamped down, determined to hold as much of her son's semen as she could. Her body twitched and shuddered, which drew further ejaculation from her lover. In a softer voice, she said, "I can feel your salty gift, my love. You're flooding me with it. Feels so good."
They kissed and clove to one another. Grant's hands massaged his mother's breasts and squeezed her tight ass. Her hands ran up and down his broad back, and she hummed pleasure at his reaching paws.
Finally, exhaustion claimed them. Grant's secret would wait until tomorrow. The pair blacked out, bound together like climbing ivy tangled to knotted twine.
***
The next morning, Grant heard his mother's voice. He half dreamed he was in the kitchen, watching her speak. The dream couldn't clarify why her voice was so gravelly.
"...since early yesterday. Yeah, I only got that halfway done when I... well, I hardly made it to the bed."
He shifted, waking enough to realize he was in bed. Why is she talking on the phone in my room? He wondered.
"I'm in no condition to come in today, but I plan to get out of bed long enough to grab my laptop and finish my part."
Get out of bed? He opened an eye and felt disoriented. This isn't my room.
His eyes slid shut as he tried to make sense of the world. Sounds like Mom is calling in sick to work. His muscles ached, and he felt dehydrated. Did I run a triathlon? The young trainer took a deep breath in through his nose. Two things happened at once. He felt his mother's loving hand stroking his chest, and the smell of sweaty sex hit his sinuses.
In a matter of seconds, he remembered, in reverse order, everything. Collapsing into sleep after dumping every drop of cum he had into his screeching mother. Mom riding me at the foot of her bed. Madeline kneeling on the bed, giving him one of the greatest blowjobs he'd ever had. A hot shower, but that came after fucking her doggy style on Dad's recliner. Which was after boning her on the kitchen table. That was after she bounced too wild on his cock, straddling him on a kitchen chair. After breakfast for dinner, after waking late in the afternoon. After screwing her like a bitch in heat in his bed. Fuck! Dad walked in on us! I didn't let him see her face, but holy shit! All that had come after a nap, preceded by much more intense lovemaking. And before that, I'd fucked Mom all over the basement! A blowjob and cunnilingus were mixed in there. It happened when I called in sick and returned home... from Dad's office! He's fucking that pudgy secretary! The weeks of secrets and flirtations that led up to yesterday resurfaced in his mind.
Lightning fast, yesterday played itself forward again. He'd caught up. It made sense that he was in the bed that had once been his parents'. Now it's the bed where I take care of Mom.
She cleared her throat, but her voice was still hoarse from all the screaming she'd done the day before. "I don't know, Jean. I hope it's a 24-hour bug, and I'll see you all tomorrow. Okay, thanks. Bye."
She was still stroking his chest when she dropped the call. He took hold of her thigh. She grabbed his hand and held it still. "Before you get any funny ideas, I did not call in sick to play with you all day. I had a bunch of work to do at home yesterday. But then someone interrupted my work and fucked me all over the house. All day, and into the night." Maddie's eyes flashed, and she shone a wicked smile. "I need to catch up on my work. To be honest, I also need a chance to recover. I'll give you all of myself, baby, but there won't be much left to give if we go at it like yesterday. We're going to have to pace ourselves at least a little."
"That's okay, Mom. I'm wiped out too. Let's get hydrated."
They dressed in casual sweats and headed to the kitchen, holding hands. Madeline stopped and turned to her son. "But, you know... tonight... when we go to bed..."
"Oh, yeah." He assured her. "We'll be straining those mattress springs before we sleep."
She let out a breath of relief. "Great! I needed to be sure." She gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm super sore right now, but I won't be able to sleep next to you without... you know."
"Same here, Mom. I want to feel at home inside you again before I'll let you rest for the night." They entered the kitchen. "I could help you not feel so sore later today." She arched an eyebrow at him. "With my mouth."
Mrs. Bloom rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. "Water. Now!"
They drank cool water and small glasses of juice. The Blooms agreed it was time to brew some coffee.
Grant took his mom in his arms while they waited. She kissed his chest through his shirt and said, "Perfect day for me to call in sick. My big strong son has the day off on Tuesdays, so he can help me feel aaallll better."
"Free on Tuesdays. Yeah."
"Something wrong?" She drew back from his chest but kept her tummy pressed against his groin.
"I don't think so, but you've reminded me that there's something I need to tell you. It's about another Tuesday; some time ago. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I put it off because of... well... everything we said and did. But only until the next day. Today."
"Sounds serious. What did you do?"
"Let's grab our coffees and sit down."
"Grant," she tilted her head sideways.
"Coffee and sitting. Coach's orders."
His mother smirked. If he's invoking his coach status it can't be all that bad. "Okay," she said. "Yes, sir."
They sat together on the couch they'd used for Madeline's "bad girl" spankings. The sultry mommy had come to her son in all manner of undress. She'd stretched out for his careful inspection, firm hand, and loving touch. The memories weren't far from their thoughts, but Maddie insisted. "Only talk, now. And not too long. I have to finish up this project and handle a bunch of e-mails."
"Sure." He looked into his brew. Where to begin?
"Another Tuesday, a few weeks ago," his attentive mother prompted.
"Right. It was the day I told you I would start training you. Something happened before you got home." His mom smiled at the memory and waited without a word. "Dad called that morning, freaked out. He couldn't find a file, and I had to look all over the house for it. When I couldn't find it, he told me to look for it in your room."
His mother enjoyed (wanted, required, expected!) him in her room nowadays. But, once upon a time, before Grant started laying pipe into her, that room had been off-limits. It was the only thing that had gotten Madeline furious with her son. Before that fateful Tuesday, he'd had no idea why.
Her eyebrows rose.
The young man, sitting next to her raised his mug-free hand in defense. "I never would have gone in there, but Dad was screaming."
Maddie stifled a laugh. "You know I can feel your cum from last night in my pussy, right? I'm not about to clutch my pearls. Your father made you go in there. Your mother will be on her hands and knees for you in there tonight. Go on, hon."
Grant chuckled and tried to relax. "Yeah. Okay. But what happened next wasn't Dad's doing. He hung up when he remembered the file was in his car. But then I heard a voice coming from your laptop." At this, Madeline Bloom's eyes popped. "Yeah," he continued. "It was a sexy woman's voice. 'Uh Oh!' she said."
The mother brought her free hand up to cover her mouth. "You found the..."
"The mother/son incest forum. Yeah. You're quite the prolific writer, MadMommy1980."
"Oh, fuck. I... everything is in there. And you read my posts?"
In all the times Grant had smacked her ass, he'd never seen her blush so hard. Her cheeks were the same shade as the silk lingerie she'd worn for him last night!
He looked into his coffee. "Yes. I'm sorry, Mom. I know it was an invasion of your privacy, but I didn't know what to do. It wasn't just private stuff about you. It was about me too. I'm ashamed to say I did more than read your posts."
Grant confessed all. He'd copied her login information, and used it to access her conversations with other members. "I was voracious. I wanted to read everything you were saying to anyone about these feelings you were hiding. I knew it was wrong, but it was clear from everything you wrote that I couldn't approach you directly."
He told her about the fake accounts he'd created. "It was manipulative, I know. But at the time, it felt like the only safe way to discuss this subject with you. You wrote about how close you were to freaking out and running away at the suggestion of talking with me about it." Mom's mouth was hanging open in shock. "I had to disguise my hopes and wishes as advice from strangers." He put his coffee on the table and took her hand in both of his. "I'm not trying to justify anything, but I kept thinking, 'She needs to keep her secrets. I'll have to keep a few so she can'." His mother stared at him, speechless.
"I read about your feelings along with how Dad was treating you. It made me realize I wanted to help you start working out. I wasn't aiming to seduce you or anything like that. On that first Tuesday, I didn't know how I felt about the dreams of incest. I only knew that I love you, and I hated how insecure you felt. The rest - the sexy stuff - I guess I warmed to it over the days and weeks. I used those fake accounts to tell you in a way I thought was safe. I'm sorry I lied and kept those secrets from you. This may sound stupid, but you of all people should understand: I kept those secrets because I love you."
The brunette looked up at her young man with wet eyes. She stroked his cheek and said, "I love you too. But this is a lot to take in." The twenty-something stifled the urge to joke about having something in his pants that was a lot for her to take in. "I don't know..."
They sat together in silence for some minutes.
Finally, Grant spoke up. "I don't know much either, but I'd bet you're feeling something." Madeline stared at her hands and nodded. "What are you feeling?"
"I'm looking inside for anger. But nothing is that simple. I'm upset that you rooted through my account. But it's bittersweet because it's mixed with a kind of relief. You know how deep this goes for me - it turns out you knew all along - and you still want me as your woman. So, you shouldn't have looked, but I'm thanking my stars you know.
"I'm disappointed that you made fake identities to push me in one direction. But I'm not that mad. I wasn't swayed by anyone on that site. People on that forum have been urging me to open up to you about this for years. None of it mattered. What do strangers have to lose if everything with my son goes to shit? It was your actions that opened me up, not anything I read. Also, my regrets water down my disappointment. How else should I wish you'd dealt with learning my secret? You're right: You couldn't have approached me about it in the flesh. I would have lied my ass off if you had. Even if you came to me with it, and said you wanted to be my lover! I would have told you it was a kink, but not anything I wanted 'IRL.' I would have slammed the doors of my heart shut to you and the world. I may as well direct my disappointment at myself for laying such a minefield. I'm a lucky woman. You found a way to me without stepping on one!"
Her smile was mild, and she still shook her head at her thoughts. Her man held his tongue to let her continue.
"My secret was necessary. I'm sure of that. I don't know if yours was too. They don't cancel each other out. But I suppose that's the nature of the terrain when you're keeping secrets from those you love most." Again, the demure woman spared him a rueful smile. She twisted the hair at her shoulder as she stared. "Besides, I'd suspected you already knew something somehow. But I'd guessed that you'd picked it up in how I look at you and talk to you. I never guessed you'd hacked me." She gave his ribs a poke.
Grant put his hand on Madeline's thigh and kissed her. "Sorry about that. It was an accident... at first." They kissed again.
"Well, like I said, when I look inside for anger, I find I'm not mad. I'm too euphoric at what has happened between us. Maybe I'll be mad about it tomorrow. Or next week? It couldn't hurt to start making it up to me today."
The eager younger man squeezed at her thigh. "I'll do whatever I can," he murmured with a leer.
"You can start by bringing my laptop to the kitchen table, booting it up, and giving me a few hours to get some work done. I'm going to take yet another shower. You grab whatever breakfast you need in the meantime. When I come back down here, you can bathe. I will need to be free of distraction."
Grant released her thigh and smiled. "No problem. I'll set it up. Enjoy your shower."
Maddie grabbed his hand again. "Honey,"
"Yeah, Mom."
"I'm glad you told me."
"I wasn't going to let that hang between us, especially now that we're..." He struggled to say what they were now.
"I know. You and I won't need any more secrets between us. A big secret from the world? Duh! But nothing between us."
"Definitely."
"Last thing, baby. Once I'm dressed and down in the kitchen working, please change the sheets on both your old bed and our bed. We'll want fresh sheets."
The young hunk looked her up and down. He gave her a slow kiss, and said, "Clean sheets are a nice place to start." Mother and son smiled. "I'll get your laptop now. I'll give you a thrill later."
***
Sex was fierce, frequent, and variable for a few more days before something had to give.
Both Blooms staggered through their jobs. But they were unable to explain their exhaustion to their employers. Grant didn't want to make up a story about picking up a woman here and there. Madeline couldn't admit that a non-stop sex life was keeping her up while she was filing for divorce. (They got a lawyer, recommended by a colleague of Maddie's; also a realtor suggested by the gym owner, Don.)
Meals were basic, usually noodles and sauce. It had fallen to simple fuel, so their bodies could crush together in their bed. And they struggled to find energy to clean up.
They couldn't get through a workout session together. The pair kept getting distracted, falling into screaming grunting fuck sessions in the basement. And that distraction never replaced the intense lovemaking to close out the night. Grant skewering his lover over the washer was only an appetizer for the main course at bedtime. It didn't matter how hard and wet they'd cum down in the workout room. Once they hit the sheets, the young man's return to his mother's depths was inevitable.
They'd wake up too drained to think beyond basic necessities.
"Mom, we're going to have to tap the breaks a little on the sex ... a little bit... in some way. Not stopping, of course! But taking it easier... somehow." Grant peeked over the Indian food they'd picked up from a local restaurant.
"Thank goodness, yes! I didn't want to be the first to say it."
They grinned over the curry at one another.
"I'm so out of it, Mom. I don't know what to do. Every time you climb into bed with me, I can't help myself. Seeing... y'know... you!... dressed all sexy, crawling to me in the bed. The way your body flexes while you get on and under the sheets. I can't resist!"
"How about this: On some nights, you can crawl in after I'm already covered."
"But not in those granny panties you used to wear to bed with Dad."
A smile spread against her will. "No, baby. Of course not."
"Only the lingerie or the tiny panty-bra sets."
"That's right. Always. Only for you... if I wear anything at all."
Grant leaned towards her.
She put up a hand and said, "But we have to ease up hon."
"Yeah, I know. But, how?"
"The sex has to be less intense or less frequent."
"Once I'm inside you, I can't help the intensity."
"Then, once in a while, you'll have to wait until I'm already in bed. You can stay out of the bedroom until I'm well hidden under the blankets with my little panties and lingerie. And when you join me, it will need to be 'cuddles only.' Nothing comes off anyone. Nothing goes into anyone."
Grant rubbed at his puffy eyes. "Once in a while, I can do that. Tonight I could sleep under the bed."
Madeline ate a forkful of jasmine rice to hide her frown. She disliked the mental picture of Grant sleeping anywhere but in bed with her. He was making a joke, she told herself. He knows he belongs in bed with his mommy.
He did.
Madeline worked out on her own from then on; two to three times a week plus running five of every seven days. Grant used the gym where he worked.
Over the next two weeks, they struck a healthy balance.
Both noticed that it was getting easier for the fit mom to move between submissive and assertive. She never showed neutrality, and dominance held no appeal for her.
It was easy to get along. They had a natural connection and plenty of experience with one another's tastes. The sex (still frequent and intense, but not enough to be exhausting) smoothed the rare rough spots. It also made the good times better.
The long-term challenge for the pair was at work or chatting with friends. People learn to hide sadness or anger in the course of growing up. It took the Blooms far more focus and practice to hide their romantic excitement. It was a struggle to act like the world was the same as they'd always known. It was hard to pretend colors didn't look brighter and birds weren't singing louder and happier.
***
"Already done?" Patricia asked in a tone Grant recognized from his high school days. She was teasing. Flirty.
"Yeah, I already told Don. I need to head out early today."
"Awww!" His fitness colleague's platinum ponytail swayed as she tilted her head. She made a face that played at disappointment, but her ice-blue eyes never lost that eager sparkle.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "My mom's meeting Dad and the divorce lawyers. I promised to go with her. Moral support."
"Is that why your locker has been vibrating and dinging like crazy?" Again that teasing smile. There was a blossom of hope in the tone of her question.
Grant couldn't guess why Patricia had gone from disinterested dingbat to obvious flirt. After she'd blown off his advances (to be fair, they'd been awkward,) the muscled young man had backed off. She'd started smiling extra wide and making playful jokes a few weeks ago. He didn't know how to interpret the change. He stayed friendly, but his amorous interest focused on the warm comfort beneath his mother's skirt.
"Shit. Did I forget to turn off my phone?" Mom's blowing up my phone again.
Madeline knew he wouldn't look at his phone until the end of his shift. If there was a real emergency, his mother could call the front desk of the gym. Other sorts of messages, she shot to her boy's phone.
"Yeah," grinned the sleek blond beauty. "The way your phone keeps beeping, I figured you've got a dozen hotties pinging you for your attention."
Grant looked at his trainers and shrugged. "Ah, no. Nothing like that."
Most likely, every message was from his MadMommy.
On days she worked in her office, she sent sweet text messages. Miss you! Or, Hope everything is "working out" at the gym! Or, I've found a great new recipe for dinner tonight with a link or a picture of a handwritten recipe from a colleague.
On work-from-home days, Maddie's messages were more risque. You were amazing last night. Or, I had to take a break from my work to touch myself because I can't stop thinking about you. Or I can still feel you inside me, so good!
Last Saturday, when Grant worked and his mom was free, she sent pictures and much more lurid texts. A photo of a wooded park with the caption, Ran all the way around the lake to keep Mommy's body nice and tight for you, baby. But now I've got a problem... Next was a picture down the front of her running top. The cleavage was generous, blushing from exertion and gleaming with sweat. The caption, Now I'm all sweaty for you. Thirty minutes later, came a provocative image. It was the smoking hot mother wrapped in a towel in front of the bathroom mirror. Steam from the shower billowed around her like clouds of smoke. The caption, I'd better get hot and soapy to make sure every inch is clean and ready. I'll be thinking of you in there. kissing and heart emojis followed, of course.
Sometimes she sent photos of her sexy body in different bra-and-panties sets. These were his choices for that night's bedtime outfit.
She knew he'd see them all at the end of his shift. So she sent as many as she liked as if it were one big message. Most days, Grant would leave the gym before turning on his phone. It usually went off like the 4th of July. He loved it. He loved every message, even the ones asking him to pick up milk and bread.
But today was different, of course. Today the three Blooms would meet with two lawyers.
Patricia still seemed to await further explanation, if only as an excuse to keep flirting. "I... uh... I guess she's pretty nervous about the meeting." He side-stepped to get around the hot blond and her clear interest. "I'd better get changed and check those messages. Could be important."
***
There were no flirty texts. The messages were a streaming update of her preparation for the meeting. She peppered it with occasional questions. Some included the phrase, I know you can't answer this now, but it may be important when you get this message. She was trying to confirm that her son was ready.
Grant usually walked to and from the gym. Today, Madeline was waiting for him in the parking lot. Her Coach G read through his mother's messages as he approached her car. The last one read, I'll pick you up from work. It will only save a few minutes, but I want to see you and talk with you. I want you close.
The younger man climbed into the passenger seat. Muscles in his thick upper arms twitched as he pulled the seat belt across his toned chest. Before any greeting or kiss, he offered, "You saw that I've already laid out my suit and tie on my bed, right?"
She took a tight grip on his thigh. "Yes." Nervousness started to drain from her lovely features.
"Good." He leaned in for a chaste peck on the lips. "Hi."
Her softening blue-grays opened after the smooch. "Hi," she smiled.
"My dress shoes are under the foot of my bed. Matching socks are in the shoes."
Maddie's shoulders dipped in relief. Grant had prepared. From the anxious messages he'd understood what his mother needed. Her son put her at ease with confidence and comfort. Again and again, he proved himself to be an attentive and able partner.
"I love you so much, baby."
"I love you too, Mom. Let's get home so I can have a quick shower. You'll feel better once we're both dressed and ready to go."
She released Grant's thigh to start the car, and he took hold of hers. He held the hard body mother's bare leg under her blood-red skirt. Both wanted to maintain their physical connection. Her moisturized inner thigh stuck tight to the young trainer's palm and fingers. Much calmer, Madeline drove her lover home.
He was all business when they got back to the house. Shower, shave, and suit up.
She yearned to be naked in his manly arms. But his seriousness about the forthcoming meeting was better for her nerves... at least for now.
He descended the stairs in his suit. His brown hair was still damp but brushed in order. He dropped his phone into the jacket pocket as he smiled at her. "You look gorgeous in that skirt. I love it when you wear red. And that black blouse matches it well."
She wanted to praise her son's appearance in his suit and tell him how grateful she felt for his support. She planned to say it meant so much that he was taking time off work to be there for her. But she tugged at her long brown hair, and what fell out of her mouth was, "I'm so wet for you."
Grant laughed; an automatic reaction. "Wow! I mean, awesome. You took me by surprise."
Madeline blushed, embarrassed. "Sorry. I must sound so stupid to you. Desperate."
"Not at all."
"I've kept my feelings for you locked up for years. Now it spills out at weird times." The red-faced mommy shook her head. "Stupid," she repeated at herself.
"Hey. There's nothing stupid about it. It's amazing. I'm in awe of you that you can see me that way and feel that way when we're about to go to such an uncomfortable thing." His mom hung her head deeper. "I mean it. I was so lost in being - you know - grown up enough for you, that my mind couldn't go further than how beautiful you look."
The tight-bodied mother looked back up at her son with a glimmer of hope. "You are being mature and supportive, darling. It's wonderful. That's a part of why I... reacted that way... physically." The pair smiled at one another. "But you..."
Grant stepped up and put his arms around the woman who was his home. "You don't need to worry if I'm hard for you or not, Mom." A tiny shiver ran through her firm form. "I always want to fuck you." She shivered harder a second time. "Every hour I'm hungry to have your bare skin under my fingertips; to smell your naked sweaty body." She shivered a third time and kissed the side of his neck.
"I've spent years never daring to dream I could get to this place with you," she murmured into her man's shoulder. "I can kiss you as I want. I can tell you all the things I've kept bottled up. The idea that I could share your bed - feel you inside me - was a ridiculous fantasy. I'm free in a way I... I told myself to never even hope for this. Being able to tell you how wet my pussy is for you, Grant... it's like being able to fly."
The depth of her feelings surprised him more than her use of the word "pussy."
"I know, Mom." He tightened his hug for two beats before releasing her. "Now, give me your panties."
"What?"
"You said you're wet for me."
She stared up at him with a dazed stillness. "I am, baby."
"Then give me your damp panties. Let me see how wet you are. I'll hold onto them during the meeting."
Maddie's mouth was open with hunger - nearly panting - as she pulled a pair of hunter green lace panties from beneath her skirt. Their eyes stayed locked as she put them into Grant's hand.
He put them in his trouser pocket, and said, "You'll get these back later, after I make sure you're ready to wear them again.
Madeline licked her lips without knowing she was doing it. "I love you so much."
Grant smiled. "I love you too. And I'm going to prove it in our bed when we're done with the lawyers. Let's go."
***
"Now, you know that your father has texted me a few times."
"Yeah."
"And he called some days ago."
"I know. You told me about it when he called." He rested what he hoped was a reassuring hand on her leg.
"His messages were cautious and apologetic. I've made it clear - double clear on the call - that my heart is no longer with him. The marriage is ending, and there won't be a reconciliation." Grant squeezed her thigh at that. She welcomed his possessive hold. "He says he understands, but I get the feeling that he still wants something."
"What sort of something?"
"I don't know. I asked my lawyer... you know, Rodney... if he's heard anything from your Dad's lawyer. He says it's been 'radio silence' since the papers were exchanged and the meeting date was set. 'Radio silence.' Who talks like that?"
"Mom? You said you had a good feeling about him when you hired him. That woman from your office, Sheila, said he was tough but fair when he represented her for her divorce."
"Yeah. No. No, you're right. I don't care if he says 'Radio Silence" or "Ten-four, good buddy." Grant chuckled at that. "I only brought it up because I wanted you prepared, in case anything weird comes up."
Her supportive son squeezed Madeline's thigh again. "I'm not worried. We both know which bed you're gonna lie in tonight. And you have some idea of what I'm going to do with your naked body once I've got you there."
Maddie smiled, and said, "Baybeeeee. You're gonna make me leak all over the seat here."
"Sorry, Mom."
"First you take my panties away, and then you get me all juicy for you."
"Sorry. We'll take care of your juiciness later. For now, we're almost at the lawyer's office."
***
They met on the second floor of the office of Rick Boyles, Gabe's attorney. He was a thick-set white guy with short strawberry blonde hair. The meeting room had a cheap feel to it. Grant had expected a big clean wooden table good for a dozen people. Instead, the table was circular with a plain tablecloth. At least there were big windows and lots of natural light.
As a result of the table shape, the lawyers sat next to each other. Gabe sat to his lawyer's left, and Madeline was to the right of hers, Rodney Townes. He was a lean man with dark skin and close-cropped black hair. Grant was on his mother's right. If it had been a meeting of friends, he would have also been on Gabe's left. But the mother and son bunched together on their side, leaving a wide arc between Grant and his father.
The lawyers started with the basics. Both parties agreed to divorce. "Irreconcilable differences" was the term they used. The meeting was to iron out the separation of the family's shared assets. Everyone agreed it would be best if the courts didn't get too involved.
Grant was staring at his phone. Maddie's phone vibrated on her bare leg. Her son had told her to keep it there, with the messaging app they shared opened. Under the table, the stunner tapped the screen and looked into her lap.
Things seem smooth so far, her son had written. The only problem is that your panties have soaked through my pocket. It's making my leg wet. There was a wide-eyed emoji following the text.
She smiled and spared a glance at her boy. A slight nod when their eyes met, then she returned her attention to the legal minds at the table.
Madeline's lawyer said that an assessor would check out the house on the coming Tuesday. A real estate broker who was helping Madeline and Grant find a new place could sell the current house. He handed over the assessor's and broker's information. They hoped all would be acceptable to Mr. Bloom.
The hot mom looked back down into her lap and used both thumbs to return the message. More than that'll B wet tonight. She looked back to the discussion.
Grant looked his mother up and down. Those hard legs crossed towards him, causing the muscles in her thighs to flex. The red skirt wasn't tight, but there was no way to ignore her curves. Soon enough he'd be holding those hips as she sat flush on his lap, taking him into her body. Her waist looked extra small in her black top, but that succulent torso broadened as her son's greedy gaze went up. It completed the hourglass shape to support perfect breasts. The attentive young man knew they were perfect. He remembered them from last night. My mouth will be on them again before the sun goes down, he reminded himself. Mom's hair was a shiny dark brown, flowing to her shoulders like a twilight waterfall.
Grant typed.
Madeline's phone twitched under her hand. She looked.
I'm so hard for you right now.
As the corners of the hot mommy's mouth twitched, there was movement on the other side of the table.
"I'm sorry," Gabe rumbled. "What's going on? Are you two texting each other, Madeline?"
All eyes turned to the brunette bombshell. "Uhm, I did check my messages, but it's not..."
"This is our marriage we're disassembling, Maddie. Our family splitting apart." Gabe's bloodshot eyes shifted to Grant before returning to his soon-to-be-ex-wife. "You should take it seriously."
Madeline leaned forward, and Grant hardly recognized her voice. "Think what you will, Gabe. I'll take it as I damn well please. You can take it how ever it suits you. You don't get to dictate how I take or do anything. Ever. Again."
Holy shit! Zero to sixty in nothing flat, Thought Grant.
"Fuck's sake, Dad," the youngest Bloom chimed in. "Don't you see how you're responsible for this family splitting apart?"
Madeline shot her son an icy look, and the younger man shut his mouth. "It's both our faults, Grant," she warned.
Then Rodney Townes cut in, "This is a no-fault state, lady and gentlemen."
Rick chimed in, "This is no fun for anyone. Let's all try to get these details settled."
"You're right," Grant said to the room. "I was out of line. Sorry."
He'd mollified the lawyers, but the Bloom patriarch needed to say his piece. "I accept responsibility for my part in things." His voice was trembling. "There's a lot of things I wish I'd done differently. There are things I would take back if I could."
Grant looked over at his mother. She was staring across the table at her husband with a bland expression. One thing was clear from her lovely face: Madeline Bloom was not impressed. "Yes, Gabe. I know. You've said so. You've said that kind of stuff dozens of times. It won't put us back together now."
Misters Townes and Boyles sat back. They had learned to sense when it was time to wait, and when it was time to push. They would get paid in either case.
"No," Gabe agreed. "I know. I'm not trying..."
"And, for the record," Madeline broke in, holding up her phone. "I get messages. I check to see if they're important or if they can wait. If I want to communicate with Grant, I can lean over and speak to him." She bent towards her son to illustrate and murmured into his ear. "You're here for support, and I'm glad. But let me handle this." She drew back to look Grant in the eye. He held his mouth tight and nodded.
"Look," Gabe held his hands out in a placating gesture. "I'll pipe down and let everyone get on with this." The lawyers sat up, ready to get back to business. "But before I sign anything I need to know one thing." Everyone seemed to hold their breath. Gabe turned to look his son in the eye. "The last time I saw you. You remember, I collected the twenty dollars?"
Poleaxed, Grant could only nod in response.
"Tell me, Grant. Who was that woman?"
***
The other four spoke at once.
Grant said, "What?"
Madeline said, "What!?"
Madeline's lawyer said, "I'm sorry, but, what..."
Gabe's lawyer said, "Gabe, is this what..."
"Tell me, Grant," the father pushed through the noise. "Tell me, and I'll sign whatever is fair and agreeable."
All eyes were on the young buck now. It struck him as unfair to the point of mass insanity. But everyone else seemed stunned into silence by Gabe's direct move. Even Madeline stared with her mouth open. Her mind was running a mile a minute, but couldn't reach the part of speaking up.
So, finally, Grant said the obvious. "What does some girl's name have to do with any of this?"
This seemed to snap the mother and lawyers out of their stupor. But, before any of them could interject, Mr. Bloom answered, "Maybe nothing. Maybe you know otherwise. I don't know, kid. But I need to know if I'm ever going to get a decent night's sleep."
Finally, Madeline jumped in. "It's none of your business, Gabe. Who Grant fucked some weeks ago has nothing to do with the abrogation of our marriage." She turned to the lawyers. "Are my son and I going to have to keep putting up with this stupidity, or will at least one of you do your job?"
Her lawyer straightened in his chair with no sign of insult. "Quite right." He turned to the other lawyer.
Rick Boyles shrugged his shoulders. "I knew he had a question, but I didn't know what it was. I gotta tell you, this isn't even one of my top three weirdest requests in a divorce. It could be top ten." He tilted his head to the side. "Probably."
Mr. Townes wasn't having any of it. "If your client has any further questions, he can submit them to me through you. And they'd better be germane to the divorce settlement." Then he turned to Gabe and said the most useful sentence of the day. "Mr. Bloom, if Mr. Boyles here won't tell you as part of his job, I'll tell you for free. Your son's dating life isn't an appropriate subject for this table." He threw a manila folder into his briefcase and grumbled. "You trade those stories over a drink, not a divorce settlement."
The husky dad blinked hard at the lawyer's comment. He only half-listened as his lawyer leaned to him, put a hand on his forearm, and whispered into his ear.
Madeline was up like a shot. Her son followed with speed. The lawyers started talking, presumably about their clients' legal needs. Gabe watched two-thirds of what had been his family exit the conference room. His lawyer was still holding his forearm.
In the elevator, Madeline pressed her remarkable body against her son's. "We shouldn't have been texting. It was stupid and childish. And it set your father off."
Grant pulled her even tighter against his torso. "You're right. It was dumb, but we don't have to tiptoe around him anymore, remember?"
"I'm not afraid of his anger. I want this over and done with, and sparking your dad off like that only serves to drag everything out." Both were quiet in the hum of the elevator. Maddie shook her head against her young stud's chest. "We provoked him, and now he's asking about that day."
"Our personal independence day," the young man quipped. Mommy giggled. "You told me on the way here that he had something he wanted to ask us. He says he's losing sleep about this. Seems to me that he was gearing up to ask about this no matter what we did."
His mom nodded. It made sense.
The couple released each other as the elevator doors parted. They were outside heading for Madeline's car when they heard the call from behind. "Grant! Please. It'll only be a second. Please!"
The big man moved fast. The pair stopped to watch. He caught up to them, sweaty with uneven breath.
"Gabe, I'm sure your lawyer would tell you not to do this; whatever it is."
"Hear me out," he gasped. "I'll sign what you want, but I need to know what happened that day. I need to know who it was in that bed."
"Do you need to know your son's conquests to get your jollies these days, Gabe?" Madeline spat. "I thought your secretary was taking care of that now."
Lisa, the secretary, passed through all three of their minds. She couldn't hold a candle to Madeline in any way.
But Grant's father scrunched his eyes shut, and shook the thought out of his head. He looked only at his son. "I'll sign papers that give your mother a generous settlement. No muss. No fuss. Put the papers in front of me, tell me what I need to know, and I'll sign."
Madeline would not be ignored. "No. That is not how justice or the legal system work. You don't get to hold your signature over our heads as a cudgel to share dirty little secrets. Who's to say you'd even sign once you have what you're asking for? We could offer to tell you after you sign."
"But you may not tell me once you have my signature."
Grant felt shocked at how small and diminished his father seemed. Where was the overbearing big mouth he'd known all these years?
"Exactly!" agreed Madeline. "This is why you don't make it part of the divorce. Will you sign before we see the judge? Great. If you don't sign? We'll see you in court."
Grant put a hand on Madeline's shoulder, quieting her. "Hang on, Mom." There were dark rings under Gabe's eyes and none of his usual bluster. But years of ill-treatment from this man blinded his mother to it. "We can think about it. Let's take some time to cool off, okay?"
She turned to her lover. She saw concern, care, and confidence in his eyes. Her tone arms wrapped around him, and her angelic face burrowed into his chest.
The young man turned to his father. "Give us a few days. Don't call, write, or message her. If you do, we'll know we can't trust you. And we will never speak of that day. If you give us time and space, I'll call you with our final answer."
Just when Grant didn't think his father's shoulders could droop any further, they sank another inch. The former-man-of-the-house held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. Fine. Call me in a few days. I'll be waiting."
***
When Maddie and Grant climbed into their car, she turned to him. "Why do you want to entertain the thought of telling him anything?"
He gave her a warm smile. "I don't care if either of us says another word to him. But we're headed home now," He took hold of her bare thigh. "and I don't want him calling while I eat you out in the living room." She shivered and put her hand on his. "I don't want him texting you while I bend you over that nice big bed in our room and stretch your sweet pussy over my hard cock." Her eyes flashed with lust, and she pulled his hand toward her naked crotch. "No pleas or offers from him on your mind while you ride your son's dick, and welcome a loving spanking." Madeline rubbed her boy's hand on her sopping nether lips. She whined in relief at the contact. He shoved a single digit into his mother. "If we refuse outright, he'll harangue us. This way I get your undivided attention. You are all mine now, aren't you?"
"Yes, baby," she gasped and licked her lips. "I'm yours. Take me home and drink from Mommy."
They were still in the law office parking lot, so Grant removed his fingers from his mother's clutching quim. He gave her a slow kiss on the cheek. "You're driving, remember?" Madeline looked around the car, remembering that she was in the driver's seat. "Don't speed, Mom. Get us home safe. I'll take care of you once we're there."
***
Madeline pulled into their driveway and shifted into park. The sculpted brunette let the engine run. She was staring at the garage door. Her expression was blank.
"You okay, Mom?" grant asked.
One slow blink and she turned to her son. "Now that we're home, I suddenly feel tired." She made a slow blink again, like a cat in safety. "I'm drained, sweetheart. Emotionally and physically." She cut the engine to illustrate her point.
The loyal son rubbed her right shoulder. "That makes sense. You were freaked out before we went there. The blow-up at the meeting and the confrontation in the parking lot piled on the stress."
She dipped her brown locks in his direction. Her eyes closed for a moment. "Yeah."
"Let's get you inside, eh?"
"Sounds good, hon. But your old mom is going to need a coffee break before we can start having all that fun we were talking about, okay?"
"I've told you to stop calling yourself 'old.' You're a vibrant and sexy young woman. I'm thanking my lucky stars I get to share that bed every night. Of course you can catch your breath... before I get you screaming at the ceiling." They chuckled and unbuckled.
Inside, Grant made his mother a cup of black coffee. He knew how she liked it.
Her magnificent buns rested on his lap as she sipped the bitter brew. They sat, stacked together on his kitchen chair as they had weeks ago. (That was when their incestuous play had finally crossed into naked penetrating bliss.)
"This seems to be how we sit for our serious moments," Grant observed.
"Mmm," she agreed. The thoughtful mommy leaned back against her lover's broad chest. "Feels so safe and loving when we're like this."
"Good." He stroked her smooth thighs atop his hairy legs. "But I should warn you. Having your sweet little ass on my groin makes me feel... other things when we're like this."
Madeline giggled and ground her butt against the hardening tube beneath her. "Mmmm," she hummed again.
"So the coffee is helping?"
"Yeah, my strength is returning, but the caffeine is making me edgy."
"No worries. I know how to help you with that. Are you done drinking?"
Ever eager to please and serve her son, Maddie tipped the mug back to swallow the last of her pick-me-up. "Ahh. Yep! All done, Coach." His cock felt solid beneath her. She turned to him, smiled, and kissed him with love and adoration.
When their mouths parted, Grant said, "Great. Then, the best way to take the edge off like a true coach is to tell you to hit the showers."
With the thickness pressing up against her ass, she'd expected something different. She gave him a confused look. "Shower?"
"Don't worry, Mom." He stroked her long dark hair the way she liked. "You're not going in alone."
***
"Ahhhh!" Madeline's eyes closed, luxuriating in the experience.
Grant's fingers weren't so much washing the shampoo out of her hair as they were massaging her scalp.
"My stress is melting away."
Her glistening naked back was to her son. This gave him a good angle for applying the shampoo and rinsing it out. Now and then her round ass bumped against his stiff prod.
"Glad to hear it," he murmured into her ear. His lips were close enough to kiss it. She hadn't realized his face was so near. He wanted her to hear him over the stream of hot water. His hands slid from the back of her head, down her neck, and spread to massage her shoulders. "Energy from the coffee. De-stressing from the shower. Soon you'll be ready for everything else." His thick bone bumped her buns again. Then it was gone.
"Uhnnn," she moaned as her son's strong thumbs pressed and circled into her upper back. "You have golden hands, Grant."
They went further down her back before curving around his mother's rib cage.
"Oh," she murmured. The younger man was cupping her breasts, but the massage was more gentle. With experience and care, the young man squeezed and manipulated his mom's breasts.
"Ooohh," Madeline exhaled in pleasure.
She leaned back against her lover's chest. She again felt that powerful member against her rear.
When those manly fingers pinched her nipples, she cried out.
"Sound's like you're getting your energy back, alright."
"Yeah," she grinned.
The sturdy mommy tipped forward to place her left hand against the shower wall she was facing. Then she looked back at the only man she wanted. The elder Bloom hooked her mass of hair over her right shoulder. Now she had a good look at the hard-muscled stud she loved. Holding his eyes with her own, Maddie placed her right hand on the wall about two feet from the left.
The lusty mother pushed her tone rump back against her dear son's rock-hard prick.
"You got me ready to go, coach. I need one more deep tissue massage. Will you, give it to Mommy?"
Grant's jaw shifted. He grinned at his mother's words. His right hand released her right breast and smoothed its way down her hard tummy. His touch ran gentle and sure across her strip of pubic hair. He cupped the well from which he had sprung.
Madeline felt her man's heavy trunk draw away from her back. Then its fat head was poking at her ass. Their eyes remained locked. Grant bent his knees, and the cock head slid along her taint and lips. Finally, the tip of the cock she worshiped stopped at the hand that held her sopping garden. As his hips pushed, the hand fed his snake into her warm depths.
"Ohhhhh," The word oozed out of her as the broad cock head popped into her.
His grey-blues held onto hers as they deepened the intimate coitus.
Then came a louder and longer, "Ooooh!"
Grant lunged deeper into his shimmering wet mommy. She took a deep breath while her insides accommodated her stallion's girth. Madeline's eyes slid shut, and she tipped her head back.
"Ohh, FINALLY!" Eyes scrunched, calling to heaven. Her words echoed in the shower stall. "I've needed your cock all day, baby! Yes!"
Desperate to engulf her son's entire length, the energized mother urged her hips back. She tilted her ass upwards. Anything to ease Grant's penetration!
"Holy SHIT! Fuck! Take me, baby! Fuck me all the way!" The unplanned cry took her by surprise. But it was the rawest truth in her body.
Under the steaming water, she pushed back against her lover's invading baton. "Fuck your mommy, Grant. Take my pussy with your massive steely...Yuhh!!!!" The last sound came out in a gasp as her man bottomed out in her clutching depths.
Knowing well what his mother craved, the loving son smacked his soaked lover's right ass cheek.
Overwhelmed with love and Grant's hard flesh within her, she trilled, "Yes, that's it."
Her head dropped, and her whole body bent to serve the ecstatic fucking she was sharing with her beloved. But her dirty talk continued. "Show me you want my ass for yourself." He clapped her left buttock in answer.
"Fuck me, my love."
I don't think she knows what she's saying, Grant thought. But the message was clear anyway. Her hips swerved back at him, and he met each move with fierce thrusts.
"I'm yours, Baby. UH! Fuck me! Take what's yours! Yeah! Uhn! Claim your mother with that fat cock! Nnnyyyeeee!"
Without slowing his pace, He kept his right hand on his mother's mons and beneath. The younger Bloom tightened his grip on what he knew to be his, and he rubbed two fingertips at the clitoris.
"I claimed you weeks ago."
Madeline made an "Eeeee," sound through gritted teeth.
"I'm taking care of what's mine." He jabbed in, harder than before. Maddie's head nearly bumped against the shower wall. "You've been - Uhn! - a good sexy mommy."
"Oh, yes! Oh, gods!" Her gleaming body started a familiar twitching.
She felt her man's hold tighten. He would not let her slip or fall.
A massive orgasm rippled from her abdomen out to her extremities. Her soaked hair whipped around. Vaginal muscles clamped down on that beautiful ramming penis. With a drawn out grunt, Madeline juiced on her son's pillar.
The pair held still for a heaving gasping moment. Grant kept Madeline on her feet by holding her firm against his strong body. He was still hard inside her, and she felt a second orgasm ready to go.
She rubbed her fine ass against his hips. "I'll always be your good girl, coach. Hee hee! Mmnh!"
"Heh," she heard behind her left ear. He got the message: She was ready for more.
"Goddamn right you will," he grumbled."
Grant bent his knees to ease their connected bodies to the shower floor. He never removed his member from his mother. Determined to keep the big meat inside, she spread her legs and bent forwards onto her hands and knees.
Doggy style could be tough on shower floor tiles, but the Blooms didn't care today. Grant slapped off the shower and took hold of his "good girl's" hips.
Madeline tossed her hair back with a twitch of her head, sending up a spray of water. She looked back at her masterful lover. A single stormy eye crested her smooth shoulder to meet his.
"Do it," she said in a husky tone. "Fuck your mother like a whore. Don't stop until you fill my tight little pussy with cum."
Nothing left to say. He pounded into her with mad lust.
On and on the thick long member drove in and out of Madeline. She loved every second of it. His tight hold on her hips drove her wild. She had another orgasm as the clap of his hips against her ass went into high speed. He knew not to slow down.
Don't stop. Never stop, she thought. But the words never came out. Instead, she filled the shower with wordless cries.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Mom," he grunted through gritted teeth.
"Yes!" she answered without hesitation, and her body responded with still another orgasm. Is this number three or four?
He felt Mommy's cream on his pelvis and thighs. His balls clenched in reply.
"YES!" she repeated, lowering her head to the floor but keeping that taut ass up to receive her man's bounty.
He had plenty for her. On and on, his cock throbbed and squirted inside her.
The pair collapsed in a euphoric heap, coated in shared body fluids.
"Ohh, thank you, baby. I love feeling you cum inside me."
He could only nod in response.
Uncounted minutes later, Grant slapped the shower back on. He got up to take the detachable shower head. The loving son rinsed himself off, then his mother.
The shower clunked as the twenty-something shut it off again. He knelt beside his lovely brunette and offered her a hand.
"No need for more soap yet." His voice was soft but gravelly. "Soon enough you'll be covered in sweat and more."
Madeline took Grant's hand with a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her red lips.
***
They each drank cold glasses of water there in the bathroom. When the glasses were empty, the young man said, "Get in the bed, and spread those perfect thighs for me."
Maddie smiled again and obeyed.
***
Grant was no savant at eating pussy.
The girls who'd chased and dated him years ago hadn't had any interest in his mouth. They'd been chasing the rumor (accurate, as it happens) about the size of his manhood. They'd wanted to try it out, but the young things couldn't handle what the young man had to offer. They weren't willing to stick around after one or two attempts with the monster between his legs. They never took the time to show him what a woman could enjoy from his lips and tongue.
At their delicate age, his mother supposed, they may not have known themselves.
But he never hesitated to stick his tongue into Madeline's inner folds. Master Bloom knew where the clit was, never sucked it too hard, and had always kept his teeth out of the game. He loved his mother, and he wanted to please her.
Even the first time he'd given her cunnilingus, Madeline hadn't had any reason to complain. The young man's mouth was far better than the blah nothing that Gabe had given over the last few years. Most important for Grant (and pretty fucking important for her) was that she always came. The brunette bombshell came every time her son put his hungry mouth at the meeting of her sleek thighs.
He always made damn sure.
Over the last two weeks, she'd guided him on how best to lick Mommy's snatch. He'd taken every word to heart. He had improved! So (after a multi-orgasmic shower fucking she'd never dared dream of) she lay back on the bed with no reservations. Her toned thighs parted as her bare beau approached.
"You're gonna give Mommy a treat?" she cooed.
His pectorals bulged as he stared down at her open succulent body. "Looks like you're the treat for me, Mom."
He knelt between her bent knees. As a good boy should, she thought. Those strong masculine paws gripped the flesh of Maddie's thighs and spread her wider. Her cunt felt exposed and vulnerable.
Yes. The approval flashed in her eyes like Morse Code.
Grant bent to his mommy's beautiful groin.
"Ohhhh, Baybeeeeee!" she cried.
Her loving son suckled at the fleshy outer lips and traced a finger at her wet entrance. Her hands gripped his dark locks and her hips gyrated. He moved to the clit. Ever the eager beaver.
She was fine with that. How much foreplay could she want after he'd ravaged her in the shower?
"Oh! Fuck, Grant, you're so good at eating Mommy's pussy!" Encouragement can't hurt when it's the truth.
She felt two thick fingers slide into her vagina. The young mouth kept twiddling her clitoris.
"Yeah. Yeah. Like that. Like when we...Uhhhhnn!! Fuck!" She heard him moan in his excitement. She remembered that he'd beaten off to orgasm the first time his whiskers had scratched her inner thighs.
The fingers turned and pressed at the roof of her hot insides. Her clit tingled in Grant's mouth, as he smothered it with his tongue.
"Oh, shit, Baby! It's too fucking good!"
The wide fingertips rubbed, firm against Madeline's G-spot.
She thought about her son's clear love and ferocious desire for her. This young man she'd pined over (inappropriate as it was) had scooped her up, out of her miserable marriage. He'd whipped her into the best shape she'd had in years and brought her to sexual climes she'd never believed in. Today he'd railed her through three shuddering orgasms in the shower with that beast of a cock. And now he was worshiping her most private parts with his open mouth.
Why resist? Why hold off? He wants me to cum!
She shook and trembled. Her fingernails scratched at his scalp. Her abdominal muscles flexed as she squirmed to sit up and scream. "OHHHHHHH!" Sitting up was impossible. She dropped back against the mattress and hollered again. "YOU'RE SO GOOD TO MOMMY! SO GOOOD! I LOVE YOU! FUCK! I'M CUMMING... NNNN... YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!"
Her son neither hesitated nor withdrew. His oral attention was working, so he kept at it.
"Mouth on my pussy, Baby! FUCK! Cumming on your mouth! Uh!" Her arms shot out to the sides and her back arched like electricity was passing through it. The mother's spread cleft gushed a mix of fluids onto Grant's satisfied face.
Some of that mess was his cum, but he didn't care. What an orgasm! What a woman! He thought as she collapsed before him. Madeline's son thrilled with pride. He wanted his mother to never doubt that he could and would take care of her needs. He rose from his crouch, kneeling between his mom's sweaty legs. His erection looked dusky and furious. It throbbed with heat and promise.
Maddie looked down her sculpted body to the baseball bat pointing at her from her son's crotch.
Her eyes rolled up in their sockets for a moment, but then she regained herself to look again.
"Holy fuck, sweetheart." her voice sounded tinny in her ears. Must be from screaming so loud. "I'm not sure I can take that thing after all the fucking and sucking you've given me."
He watched her, steady, too polite to interrupt his mother.
She bent her knees, and let them fall away from each other. "But we both know where it belongs," She reached out to take hold of the warm pulsing trunk and squeezed. "You worked very hard for Mommy." She drew her man's manhood to her vulnerable sex. "So Mommy will do her very best for you."
The pair smiled at one another as Madeline lined the bulb of Grant's cock up to her swollen dripping crease.
His elbows pressed into the mattress to keep his chest hovering above hers.
"Put it in, Grant."
He slid half his salami into her, and they both cried out at the exquisite reuniting.
"When you get hard," she said with a gulp.
Her man pressed deeper into her canal, and she willed it to spread for him. As far as Madeline was concerned, he was the master of that house.
"When you get hard," she repeated. "you give that hard dick to me."
He started to make love to his mom.
She gasped. Her legs wrapped around him without conscious thought. "That's right, my love. Uhhhhyeah. Shove it where it needs to be. I'll take it! I want it. Oh! Oh! OH! Give mommy your giant cock! I can take it! Ah! YES! Give it to me all night! I'll never stop wanting you. My heart is yours. Ooh! Fuh... My body... OH GRANT YES!!!"
He laid his full weight upon her.
She welcomed it; binding him up in her arms and legs.
The pair thrashed as one. Both whooped and grunted in their shared deep clutch of love, lust, and family. The Bloom mother and son went on like that for the better part of an hour.
Grant's ejaculation in the shower had allowed him extra endurance in the bed. If Madeline had any trouble keeping up, she gave no sign. There was no counting the shuddering orgasms he triggered in her. They kissed the whole time, like lovers united after years of longing.
Madeline reveled in the feeling of those great strong hands latched onto her sweaty ass. When she felt his tube pulse in her depths, she squeezed him tighter. Her tongue plunged deeper into his mouth. Squealing into their locked kiss, Maddie received his seed. She trembled with pride and gratitude.
The kiss broke. Grant's head dropped to the crook in his mom's neck. Both gasped for breath.
He was still hard inside her, and she cherished it.
From her view of the ceiling, the panting mother could see twilight was approaching. She remembered telling her boy he should fuck her all night.
The night hasn't even begun.
The idea she could last another six to eight hours was absurd.
But that hard thing inside me is welcome to stay as long as my Grant can keep it there.
Another absurd thought!
The after-glowing mommy took in a deep breath despite the heavy man on top of her splayed open body.
She said her next absurd thought aloud. "How can sex... how can anything be that good?"
Her son chuckled into the side of her neck, and his leviathan withdrew from her depths with a slick sound. He heard a tiny whine from the lovely chest beneath him.
She hates when I pull out of her.
The trainer squeezed her perfect ass to send a message: You'll get more in time. I'll be inside your glorious little body again.
A pleased hum arose from the beauty beneath him.
Message received, he gloated to himself.
"I mean it, baby. Nothing has ever felt as good as you feel inside me." She held him atop her, to treasure his weight pressing her torso into the mattress. "And it keeps on being the best over and over. Every time you..." She shivered thinking about it. "hold my naked body and... push your hardness into me. When you take your place inside me... I experience the greatest sexual pleasure of my life. Each time. Again and again, no matter how many times you do it. No matter how many times you do me."
They both laughed this time, and Madeline finally urged Grant to slide off her.
He tipped onto his back, and his Mommy rolled to cleave to his side. Her slippery groin plastered to his hip, and her whipcord leg coiled around his thigh. Her arm stretched across his abdomen, and her lovely head rested upon his chest.
The young man held his mother/lover close.
"I know what you mean. There's so much love and excitement between us. There's so much to feel. I mean, you're sexy as fuck. You've got to know that by now."
She snuggled her head against his chest and rubbed her wet pubis against his hip.
"Every inch of your body sets me on fire."
She made a humming sound at the compliment.
"But, that's only the beginning. On top of your hot body - which you've worked so hard to build - is the face of a natural beauty. I mean cover girls can't keep up with the genetic jackpot that makes up your looks."
Madeline kissed Grant's chest and listened.
"And that's only the surface. I mean...I love you, Mom. I still love you as the nurturing, caring, attentive, and thoughtful mother you've always been. I know I'm damn lucky to have been raised by you. And THEN I love you as a woman; as my woman. And I'm completely yours."
This time the post-coital mother made a high-pitched, 'aww' sound and kissed his neck.
"Look. I didn't date much, but I know girls don't generally like guys to be jealous. But..." He felt her hand squeeze his shoulder to encourage him. "If I see another guy lay a finger on you, I'm gonna want to break every fucking bone in his body. Because you're mine, Mom. I won't do it, of course. I know you're not my property or anything like that. But when I think of you... no one else can have you. No one else gets to feel your lips. I'm the only one whose mouth should taste your breasts; the honey you make for me down there." He rested a hand on her hip. "I'm built for filling you up; completely. No one can fit you like I do. The thought of another man trying is maddening to me."
Madeline chuckled in agreement.
"Most people would say a mother and son having sex is offensive to nature. So, this will sound backward. In my head, the idea of any man but me fucking you feels like a goddamned crime against nature."
"It's the same for me. I could barely stand it when you were dating. Now, I won't tolerate any hands on you but mine. And I'll never be with another. Only you."
She rubbed his chest, and he squeezed at her slick hip.
I know you feel the same, Grant thought. It's why you keep cumming and cumming on my dick, no matter how long I fuck you. The handful of women he'd laid had always begged off sooner or later. Madeline took every inch - every thrust - and she'd juiced again and again.
"So you've got your hard body, (and I know you like mine.) There's your natural beauty, (and I know you find me handsome.) Of course, the deep love we've shared since my first breath, and this jealous lustful devotion to each other. How can the sex be anything but stellar? It's sex that's better than sex." He laughed at himself. "That last bit didn't make sense."
"But that's exactly what I was asking, hon. I'm stunned at how endlessly fantastic sex with you is. 'Sex better than sex' captures what we have. Impossible, but true. Impossibly good, and it seems to be endless."
"I want to fuck you so bad again, Mom."
"Me too, baby."
"But I have to get something to drink and at least a little break."
"Heh. Me too, my sweet."
***
They ate, drank, and rested. But they made love again before either was willing to sleep.
Madeline was quieter this time, but she insisted on climbing up and impaling herself on her son's manhood. She managed to get the whole thing into her tight sensitive space and leaned forward to kiss her man. She kept her face close to his, sharing her mouth with his. Without drawing away, she murmured admiration for his superior size and gentle skill. More kissing. Then her lips drew back to make more words of lust and love.
The trim mommy came once, biting her lover's neck as she did. His strong muscle didn't flag as it pumped in and out of her.
She pleaded for him to shoot his "hot" semen into her depths.
In response, he plunged on, in and out of his mother; holding her tight and close.
Maddie whined of her need for her young man's seed. She begged him, calling it his "gift" for her "pussy."
He couldn't resist beyond that point. The tips of their noses touched. matching eyes locked. Both gasped. Their mouths were open wide and tasting the same breath.
Madeline crushed down on Grant's pulsing rod.
He flooded her, wet and warm.
The pair shared a lingering kiss, as Grant's python eased out of his grateful mother.
She slid halfway off her stud, leaving one arm and leg clinging to the love of her life. They slept like that for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow would be Sunday. Neither had to work. Mrs. Bloom and her son were off to a good start.
***
Sunday started with a wake-up blowjob. ("Cream before Mommy's coffee.") They ate breakfast, sticky and reeking of sex. Showers were in order.
That plan got derailed when Grant caught a glimpse of his virile mother bending to put a bowl away. He took her from behind, bent over the kitchen sink.
Madeline had no objection to the delay. Quite the contrary, she'd always been her son's most enthusiastic cheerleader: "Yes, Grant. YES! Take me! Fuck me where and when you want it, baby! Uh! Yeah!"
Cheerleader? She thought. Hmm. Maybe next weekend. For the time being she braced herself against the sink, and spread as wide as she could.
Cries of passion filled the gaps between the slapping of the young man's hips against his lover's bottom. "Mine! Always! Only! For me!" He growled as he drilled.
"Yes! Yours!" she answered. "Only for my son."
They left his seed and her dew on the kitchen floor. It was still early. They could clean up before lunch, assuming they made it back down to the kitchen by then.
***
When they reached the bed, Grant was already hard again and reaching for her. But, for once, Madeline demurred.
"Wait, Grant."
"Watching you climb the stairs, Mom...I want you again."
She grabbed the groping fingers of his right hand.
"And you are 100% going to have me again. Any position. Anywhere you want to put your beautiful thing. I'm going to demand it."
He smiled.
"But first, you need to tell me what's going on with you."
"What do you mean?"
Still holding her son's generous digits, she lowered their hands to her bare lap. She held his gaze. He sat, abandoning his crouching-to-pounce position.
"Baby, on your weakest days, you're a sex god. These last weeks, I've floated on an endless river of sexual satisfaction. It has flowed from you; from what we share."
Grant waited, not minding the praise one bit.
"But even at your horniest, you've never been like this. For the last twenty to twenty-four hours, you've been insatiable. It's non-stop. There's something else going on. I love feeling your desire. I love how you pour it into me. You know I'm into 'being yours' and 'belonging to you,' but you're... You're getting... 'ferocious' is the wrong word, but it's something like that."
His erection flagged. "I'm going too far. I'm scaring you."
"No. You've mastered my body like a maestro with his personal instrument. I'm not scared at all. When you assert that I'm yours, and you pound into me; you're goddamned right I am!"
Some rigidity returned to her young man's member.
"But there is a lot more of it now. Or, am I'm over-analyzing? When you're loving my body, I'm completely focused on you and what you're doing to me. Am I so hyper-focused that I'm seeing something that's not there? I wanted to ask: Is there something specific on your mind? What's putting you into a... sexual frenzy with your VERY lucky VERY grateful mom?"
After 30 seconds of consideration, Grant nodded. "Yeah. I thought I should wait a day or two before bringing it up. But now I'm overcompensating." He took a deep breath. "It's about yesterday; Dad's question. I planned to keep quiet about it for a while. You were so upset he was asking about what he saw. It surprised me too; worried me. But seeing him get under your skin like that... It got to me."
He looked down at his hand in hers.
"And you're right," he conceded. "I've felt this need to show you over and over that I'm your man."
"Of course you are," she assured in her most soothing low tone. "Are you feeling guilty again?"
Her son had to think for a beat. Then he looked up into her eyes, the same color as his own.
"No. He didn't appreciate you. I do. He doesn't deserve you. I do."
Her smile warmed. "Are you jealous of your father, somehow?"
"Yeah, sorta," the words came out choked, "I mean, there must have been something there, right? He dated you. You consented to marry him. You made a baby with him."
With his free hand, he pointed at his muscled chest. He'd been that baby. His life was a testament that Gabe knew how to hold Madeline's favor. Wasn't it?
"So, there could be some chance that he could get back whatever it was that attracted you to him."
"Oh, angel. It doesn't work like that."
"How does it work?"
"People change. He changed in his way. You grew up, handsome and sexy. I changed how I think and feel about all sorts of things. He and I changed in ways that made him bitter and left me sad. You reached out and helped me change my shape. Gabe was changing away from both of us all along.
"Then, together, you and I changed into something from my deepest darkest fantasies. It's not a pendulum swinging back and forth. It's a progression. We're all still changing." The lovely mommy's eyes shimmered with feeling. "I know I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with you every day. Even when you aren't screwing my brains out day and all night!"
The naked pair laughed together in their bed.
"What if," Grant began. The room filled with silence as he built up his courage and constructed his question. "What if Dad changes in a way that he wants to get back together with you?"
Maddie's warm smile split into a grin.
"What? Do you think I'm going to climb off of your sexy body, and walk away from your loving heart? For that blathering big mouth? Ha!"
The Blooms couldn't help smiling at each other.
"I can't know the future, my darling. But no one is as committed to a man as his mother. And I can't imagine any mother has been better loved by her son than how I am loved by you. I'm yours sexually - one hundred percent! - but I'm also yours in ways most typical parents might understand. You can't lose me to him or anyone; no more than any son is likely to lose his mother." She struggled for words. Her son stroked her long brown locks. "But this is even stronger than that. I don't know how to explain it any better."
They leaned together and shared a soft open kiss. Lips and tongues played at one another. But before things could get sweaty, Grant pumped the breaks.
"Hold that thought, Mom. As long as you're feeling so well-loved and secure," And very soon you're going to feel even more loved. And you'll be holding a hell of a lot more than my fingers. "I wanted to tell you something. I am thinking about talking with Dad about that day he found me fucking a smoking hot brunette doggy style."
"I'm going to need you to remind me of that day, baby. And soon."
"Definitely. But it may be possible to discuss things with him, and get you good terms in the divorce."
Her smile turned serious. "I don't know what could happen if our relationship got out. He's no dummy, Grant. If you give him too many crumbs, he could follow them to make a lot of problems for us down the road."
"You and I will talk it out before I meet him or say anything. I won't even pick up the phone until I'm sure you are ready. I don't want to put you in a state like you were in the lawyers' parking lot."
With a wry smile, Madeline said, "My state? Grant, let me tell you something I never had cause to say to your father: These days you've always got my pussy in one of three states."
She closed her son's hand into a fist, and then guided him to hold up his pointer finger.
"One, it's throbbing because you've fucked me so well."
She brought his middle finger up next to the pointer.
"Two, it's throbbing because it's desperate for you to come to me and fuck me so well."
The flirty mom guided her man's ring finger to join the other two.
"Or, three, both at the same time. Care to guess my state right now?"
Mommy's red lips opened and sucked all three of her lover's fingers.
***
Late Sunday afternoon. A few hours of incestuous physical exertion and an hour of planning had passed. Grant sent a text to his father:
"I still get Tuesdays off work. I can meet you then. Mom has to be at work then. If you want to speak with us both, you'll have to wait until Sunday."
The Blooms were too distracted with one another to notice Gabe's reply until late into the night:
"Let's try Tuesday. If you give me straight answers, your mom doesn't need to be there."
***
Monday morning Grant returned to the Gym. He surprised Patricia by asking her to let him buy her lunch.
"I didn't think you wanted to go out with me after I gave you that oddball response a month or so ago. So embarrassing."
"Yeah. It was a little weird how you turned my invitation into a hypothetical."
The tight-bodied blond bonked the heel of her palm against her forehead. "Duh! I was super preoccupied at the time. My schedule was so packed with classes that I could only..."
"It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself."
"But I..."
"I mean it, Patricia. In fact, that's part of why I asked you to join me for lunch." Embarrassment passed from her face to make way for confusion. "You asked me out today because of my brain fart in July?"
"No. It's because I want to ask you about a hypothetical... and then I hope I could ask a real favor."
The blue-eyed fitness instructor folded her muscular arms and sat back. Disappointment crept up her spine, but she tamped it down for the moment. Both would see if she found his next words amusing or annoying.
"My dad walked in on me and this woman a couple of weeks ago."
That made Patricia's eyes blink and pop! "Okay. I did not see that coming."
"Yeah. It was awkward. We didn't want anyone to know she was there with me, so we kept her face hidden."
"What, did you throw a blanket over her head?"
"She kept her face turned away. My dad only saw her body and hair."
"Well, I can't say I blame her. If I was with some dude, and his pops walked in on us, I'd be skittish, to put it mildly."
Grant smiled. He liked her use of the word, "pops." He'd never thought of his father as a Pops. "Right. But now my dad wants me to tell him who this woman is."
"Like fucking hell." His colleague was warming to the subject. "Why?"
"Not sure. I mean she's got a hell of a body, like you. Maybe he was hoping to see if she had a pretty face to match... like you."
It can't hurt to sprinkle in a few compliments, Madeline had advised that morning. If she's pretty, you could mention that.
Patrica smirked at the compliment. "And does she?"
"Sure. She's gorgeous too. Same as you. But she's hesitant to meet my dad. She's... not single."
Patricia's pretty powder blues popped again. "A married woman? Grant, you dog!"
This time the muscled man blushed. "What would you think? I mean, if you were this woman, hypothetically, would you be willing to sit down to a quick lunch with my dad?"
"I can't think of a reason why I would?"
"Because she likes me and wants to help out a friend?"
"Do I, as this woman, want to keep seeing you? Am I looking to step out of my marriage and start a serious public relationship with you?"
Grant had to think this one through.
"I don't think she's looking to go public with me any time soon. For now, let's say it was a bit of fun. If I play my cards right then there could be... more."
The fine features of the young woman screwed up. "Look, I wouldn't give anyone advice to creep in on someone else's marriage. I've gotta say I thought you were better than that, Grant."
He nodded but kept quiet.
"Whatever. I'm no angel either. I'll answer your question. If I'm this woman who is getting a little strange on the D.L., I'm not doing anything that could mess up the rest of my life. Even if I had a great time with you before your dad barged in."
"We had a pretty hot time after he left, too," he interjected.
"Whatever. If I was her, I wouldn't meet with your father. No way. It's all risk and no reward from her side. Your dad can't stop you two from banging in the future. And that's assuming she wants to risk getting with you again."
That is a safe assumption, he thought. "I take your point."
The blond nodded. Her ponytail bounced with the certainty of her answer.
"Your answer to the hypothetical makes good sense, and she's responding the same way. Y'know, 'It was fun, but you're going to have to take care of that father stuff without putting me in jeopardy."
Patricia snapped her fingers and pointed at Grant. "Exactly."
Concentrating on the thought experiment had pushed her disappointment out. She'd liked this guy before the potential dating awkwardness. He was smarter than most of the staff, and even her classmates. Friendship with Grant was fine for her.
"She may want to see me again even more if I can divert my father's attention away from her. Make her even safer from Dad discovering her identity."
"Okay. I can see that."
"Which leads me to a not-hypothetical question. More of a favor."
One blond eyebrow rose above a wrinkling nose and a frowning mouth.
"Would you consider going with me to meet my dad, and pose as my married friend?"
She chuckled. "Like in a sitcom?"
"She's not as lean as you; more of a hard-bodied hourglass figure. So, you could wear baggy clothes."
"Wear baggy clothes?"
"You're a little bit taller than her, but Dad didn't see her standing up, so I don't think that'll be a problem."
"Psh... Uhm..." She tried to think of something funny to say about this. Grant barreled on before she could come up with anything.
"Last thing is that she's a brunette, but I wouldn't ask you to wear a wig or anything like that.
"How kind of you," she chuckled. But her colleague didn't laugh with her.
"All we'd have to do is say you changed hair color last week."
Finally, her smile flattened. "You're serious?"
"It's like a prank."
"Have you even thought about this? I mean, at all?"
"I know it's kind of weird and crazy."
"Kind of?"
"I'm only asking you to consider it. I wouldn't ask, but my dad is using his divorce from my mom to push for meeting this woman. If I can satisfy him about this woman's identity, then he'll sign whatever and let up on my mom."
"Fuck your mom!" The outburst stunned each trainer for different reasons. "I mean. Sorry, Grant. But how could you think I would go along with this? Your mom's a grown woman. She'll have to manage her divorce without my help. And, by the way: No offense, but fuck your dad too. What an asshole. What does some chick in your bed have to do with his divorce?"
"Right. I know. Exactly."
Patricia let out a burst of air in annoyance. "Sounds like some people need to grow the fuck up," she didn't quite mumble to herself.
"Sorry I asked. Won't happen again."
The young woman nodded.
"But your answers have been helpful. You've given me a lot of perspective."
She looked at him. Her expression was neutral.
"I mean it. I'm going to tell him. Not verbatim, but you were a big help."
His colleague warmed at the praise. He'd meant every word of it.
***
Later that afternoon, Grant replied to his father's text. "The answers will be straight, but I can't promise they will be satisfying. See you tomorrow."
***
Tuesday, an hour before noon, Grant walked into the restaurant. Gabe was waiting at a two-top. The Bloom Patriarch smiled and waved, but he did not rise from his seat.
The younger man nodded without a word and made his way to the table.
"I'm getting a burger and fries," he ventured. "But they've got veggie stuff here too if your mom still has you avoiding meat."
The youngest Bloom stared at his father to keep his eyes from rolling. "The diet change was my idea, not hers. And it was a reduction in meat. We're not vegetarians, though I wouldn't have a problem trying to go meat-free."
Gabe held his hands up. "Whatever. It's okay with me, whatever you eat."
As long as you don't have to eat it, Grant thought. He bit his tongue and rebuked himself for the thought. He hadn't come to fight, and there was no good in putting words in his dad's mouth.
But Gabe was smiling at his son as he thought, as long as you don't ask me to eat it.
The young man ordered an iced tea. It wasn't his favorite drink, but it would be sweet enough. Coffee could make him jittery, and he wanted to be steady. Nothing to eat. He couldn't imagine needing to stick around more than 15 to 30 minutes.
In the meantime, his dad took a long winding way to say that he was living with his secretary. But he was looking for a place of his own.
The twenty-something nodded at his father's words. He didn't wish Gabe ill fortune. After all, as the young master Bloom saw things, Madeline and he were better off this way.
The hard thing to face was that, deep down, he didn't care where or how his dad was living. Gabe could inherit a palace and the fortune to maintain it, and it wouldn't matter to his son either. He felt ashamed of himself. I should care. He's my father. I should at best wish him well, and at worst gloat at his discomfort.
But that was not what he found, sitting across the table from his parent. Gabe's living situation was meaningless to the point of boring.
As the elder Mr. Bloom's assurances of future living comforts wound down, he saw the disinterest in his son's eyes.
He wanted to shock the young man out of his apathy and to get to what he wanted to know. So, he transitioned, "But where I lie down isn't what we're here to discuss, is it?"
"No," Grant spoke for the first time in several minutes, calm and steady. "It isn't."
Gabe smiled, "Good, then let's cut to it. Who was the woman in your bed that day?"
His son inhaled through his nose, looked down, and opened the leather portfolio he'd brought with him. He withdrew a thick document and tossed it onto the table between them.
The waiter brought Grant his iced tea and assured Mr. Bloom that his burger was coming soon.
The elder man nodded at the waiter and picked up the pages. For a moment, he'd hoped that the pages would be documentation on the woman his son had been with. That girl from work Grant had talked about some weeks ago? Or a college fling who'd stopped by? At the same time, he dreaded the idea that it might be Grant's confession of incest with his mother.
It was neither.
Grant watched his father's face. Dear old Dad was looking at the agreement Madeline and her lawyer had first proposed. It would not take her husband for every penny. Her lawyer had described it as fair and reasonable. Gabe's lawyer had not agreed.
Not waiting for a comment, the young man spoke in a low hard tone. "I was with a married woman."
Gabe's left eye twitched. That didn't mean it hadn't been Madeline. He looked to Grant for more.
His son continued. "She doesn't want me to share her identity with anyone, and It's not my place to divulge it. That information would put her at risk. I'm grateful she gave me her time and attention. If I keep my mouth shut, there's hope of seeing her again."
The puffed-up poppa went for bluster, out of habit. "I want to meet with this woman. She can wear sunglasses and a trench coat if it makes her feel safe."
His son was not impressed. He rolled his eyes, and said, "I knew you would say something like that. I even asked her if she'd be willing to come here with me."
Of course, it had been Patricia. Her response was still ringing in his ears.
"She's a solid, 'No.' I told her it would be a big help to my mother. No surprise, that didn't persuade her." So, his colleague's refusal to come along had provided the answers he needed. "She's not putting her home life at risk to placate my father."
Gabe felt himself deflating. He pushed himself to continue huffing and puffing. It was the only option he could see. "I want to meet with you and your mother on Sunday. I want her to tell me about that day to my face."
Grant pretended to think about it for a minute.
The waiter had been reading the room with expert professionalism. Seeing the opening, he slid the burger and fries onto the table in the break. He did not engage to ask if they wanted anything else. By the time Gabe realized the meal was before him, the server was gone.
"No," said the younger Bloom. He looked into his glass as he stirred the iced tea. "She's not going to answer to you anymore. You've already put her through the wringer." The gray-blue eyes Grant had inherited from Madeline looked up into his father's browns. "You've put us both through enough. That's between how you acted before that day, the crazy outburst at the lawyer's office, and this shit right here."
Gabe shook his head but never had a chance to make his objection.
"If she were here," the twenty-something pressed on, "she'd tell you that she took off to avoid you. Besides that, she wanted to let me have private time with the woman you saw in my room. She'd be telling you the truth every bit as much as I am. And you'd believe her as well as you do me."
The father held up a french fry and wagged it at his son. "You're choosing your words too carefully, Grant." But his son continued to buffalo him.
"It doesn't matter, Dad. The marriage is over." He pointed at his chest. "Your son shouldn't have to tell you that" Next he pointed at the papers in his dad's hand. "Sign the agreement or don't. I'm not dragging Mom through your interrogation. It wouldn't change your decision anyway."
"You don't understand!" Gabe interjected. "The idea that it might have been... her. It nags at me."
"It'll nag at you with or without giving my mother more grief."
The father stared at the son with a blank open expression for the first time.
Grant went on. "You don't need answers from us."
The elder Bloom leaned over the table to growl, so only his son would hear him. "I need to look her in the eye. I need to know if what you're saying is true. When she can face me and tell me she wasn't..."
"No." The trainer interrupted. He leaned over his iced tea and murmured. "That's not what you need to know. You need to figure out why it nags at you in the first place."
"Why it nags at me?" Gabe couldn't believe his ears. "Isn't that obvious?"
"Regardless of who's doing what with whom, what do you care? You were fucking around behind Mom's back all along! You need to figure that out, Dad."
Mr. Bloom's head whipped back. He'd been struck, though there was no sound or mark to prove it.
His son saw he'd finally made an impact, so he leaned back too. He spoke in a conversational tone and volume. "You saw how everyone reacted to her at the swimming pool a few weeks ago. When she decides she wants a man - and it could be a guy my age - all she'll need to do is give a smile and a nod. Most guys will come running. She's going to have sex in the future." Nearer in the future than I'll admit. "It won't be with you. You need to get over it, if only for your own sake."
He stood up, leaving his father and the papers at the table.
"I gave you your straight answers; more than you deserve. I will not betray the woman I was with. She will not entrust her secrets to you; a man who would coerce his son with offers of kindness to his son's mother. (You should be fucking disgusted with yourself.) You said you'd sign that. I hope you'll keep your word."
Gabe's face was red.
Grant hoped to chill him with a final statement. "If not, the lawyers will slug it out. Then it'll get a lot more expensive for us all."
The disappointed dad drew the papers to himself and looked down at them.
The son was done. He left the restaurant. He didn't offer to pay for his drink. He didn't even say, "Goodbye."
***
Five days later, Grant's phone rang. He was sitting on his couch, clapping. He was not relaxed. His eyes stared up at the sweaty cheerleader before him.
Her muscular legs bulged - one knee bent, the other locked - all the way up to the extra short red and white skirt. Her hard abdominal muscles pumped, but the rate was slowing as Madeline caught her breath. Her full chest rose and fell within the tight little red and white tube top; a beckoning movement in itself. Those tone arms bent so her fists held pom-poms at her perfectly curved hips. Maddie's razor-sharp jaw tilted high, and her eyes flashed with lust.
The ringtone pierced through his applause. Both Blooms looked at the device.
"It's Dad," he said. The sweaty mommy had no response to this. "That cheer routine was amazing. Incredibly sexy." He looked back down at the bleating cell phone, then back up at her. "Was that the whole thing? Should I take his call?"
Madeline held her pose except for using an arm to wipe her brow. She took a deep breath to get it under control. Then she said, "Well, I don't have your cock in my mouth yet. So, no."
Grant sent his father's call to voice mail.
***
Thirty minutes later, the phone rang again. Grant was still on the couch. He was still not relaxed. He glanced over and saw it was his dad again. He wouldn't consult Madeline this time. "I'm taking this call from Dad," he warned. "You don't need to stop."
Kneeling on the couch seat beside her son, she nodded, never letting his steely cock escape her lips. She was still wearing the pleated red and white mini skirt. It hid nothing with her firm ass pointed up as it was. The cheerleader top was on the floor. Her man answered the call with one hand. The other tweaked her bare nipples. Maddie kept suckling at her bone as she listened to the conversation above.
"Hey, Dad. This isn't a good time."
The squirrel sounds of her husband chirped.
"Yeah, I've got my hands full at the moment. You can call back in..."
The chittering interrupted.
Grant gave his mother's sensitive breast a massaging squeeze before releasing it. He stifled a gasp of pleasure.
Then, "No, Mom can't talk to you right now." The young man's strong paw stroked the long brown hair on her bobbing head. "Yes. Indisposed of. Mmmm."
Mommy picked up the pace. She was getting wetter by the second. The enthusiasm of her blow job increased.
The young man exhaled in pleasure, but he made it sound like a cough.
"Look. I've got to... Uh! Fuck!..."
He gripped her hair in pure instinct.
His mother reacted by unsheathing his cock from her throat and tilting her head up to look at him. Something viscous drooled from her open mouth, and her eyes glowed at him with ecstatic lust.
He stared at her in awe as his father squawked in his ear.
Finally, he said, "I banged my shin. Call her tomorrow."
He thumbed the connection off without looking away from Madeline's beautiful features.
She smiled and spoke with a gritty voice. "Put Mommy's face back where it belongs when you're ready, baby." She gave a slow blink as her son marveled at what a scorching hot woman he had. "Please. I'm so thirsty for you."
It was clear what she wanted, though it ran against his instincts. She nodded and smiled at him as his grip on her hair tightened. Then Grant guided his eager mother's head back to his erection.
She gasped, "Oh, yeah," before diving into a deep throat her boy would never forget.
Every itch would get scratched.
***
Thirty hours later, Madeline's phone rang on her bedside table.
Grant detached his mouth from her sopping cleft.
"Fuck! Uh? Wha...? Why'd you stop, baby?" Maddie lifted her head to look across her sculpted torso. Between her firm bare thighs shone his slippery upturned face.
The phone rang again. He licked his mom's natural saltiness from his lips and looked aside at the vibrating cell. It rang again, but the wide-spread mommy only stared at the young face hovering above her open vagina.
"The phone," he murmured.
She glanced to the small plastic rectangle, then back at him. "Okay, sweetie. But could you put your mouth back on my pussy while I get it?"
Her son didn't bother to say how happy he was to do it. He got back to eating what his mother reserved for him.
She grabbed the phone as Grant suckled her clitoris. Her head fell back into the pillow. "You have the greatest mouth," she said. Her right hand held the ringing phone above her eyes. It was Gabe.
Madeline spread her thighs wider for the incestuous cunnilingus.
The lucky young man grabbed the pert ass under his chin as the ringtone cut off. He moved his head down to reach his tongue far as possible into his mother's dripping cunt.
But a crash behind him interrupted the deep kiss.
"What the fuck?" Young master Bloom's head telescoped up from his mommy's smooth lap again. He looked for the source of the noise. There was his mom's phone, on the floor beyond their bedroom door. She'd shut off the ringer and thrown it across the room and through the doorway.
"Sorry I startled you, my love." The smoking hot brunette reached down and spread her petals for her lover. He looked between the manicured digits at his mother's pink insides. "Now I can serve you without any distractions."
As promised, mother served her hot sex up to his eager mouth.
***
Several powerful orgasms later, Grant stumbled out of the bedroom. His flaccid cock shone with his mother's moisture, and it wagged with each step. He was heading to the bathroom when he half-stepped on the discarded phone.
He picked it up, walked it back to its place on the bedside table, and then resumed his journey to the john.
Madeline stirred at the clacking of the plastic device. "Hmm?"
Without slowing or turning, Grant croaked, "I'm hitting the head and getting a drink of water. Do you want some? It's almost dinner time."
He continued his journey to the toilet without waiting for an answer.
Maddie dropped her head back into the pillows. "I hope he'll take me again after we've eaten," she murmured to the ceiling.
She smiled in the semi-dark. She knew her young man wouldn't disappoint his mother.
***
Madeline showered and dried. She headed down to the kitchen in an oversize button-down shirt and a skimpy pair of panties.
She realized she was starving. The multi-talented mother threw together a quick Linguine Alfredo. At the same time her son bathed, dressed, and descended the stairs.
The pair ate their dinner with torn pieces of white bread and cold water with a splash of lemon juice. Only the stove light was on, and a single candle burned on the table. The loving Blooms sat close together, bent over their plates. Their foreheads nearly touched. Their eyes rarely parted.
When they'd sated their bellies, they adjourned to the living room couch. They snuggled together in the dark; Mom, between her son's legs, leaned against his chest. Grant held her fast in his muscular arms.
"Not so long ago, I enjoyed spankings from you on this couch."
Her son's first response was to kiss the top of her head. Minutes slid by in silence. Then he observed, "You needed a spanking those nights."
Her long brown hair scratched against his chest as she nodded. "I did."
"And you liked how I did it."
Maddie gave him a peck on his chest before nuzzling her cheek to it again. "I love how you handle me. I always want your hands on me."
"Do you need a spanking now?"
She felt his erection growing against her lower back. But she said, "Not tonight, Baby. I usually prefer that when I'm feeling stressed. I want you to keep me close and tight. Unless... Do you want to spank your Mommy?"
He dipped his head to rumble into her ear. "No. I don't need to smack your perfect ass tonight, but I will put my cream in your candy."
She turned her head to kiss him on the mouth. "Mmm, my great lover. I'll take every drop." They kissed again. No spanking tonight. So peaceful.
Her blue-grays popped open. At peace! She yanked back from the kiss.
Grant looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"I've just remembered! I got a call from the realtor this afternoon."
The large frame enveloping her juddered with shock and excitement. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I tried to. I got home. You've been home all day because it's Tuesday, so you said you'd been thinking about me all day. Pshh! Like I couldn't tell from all the dirty text messages you've been sending."
"I remember all that."
"Yeah. So, then I said, 'I've got some good news!" And you said, 'I can't wait to hear it, but one thing first.' I said, 'What is it?' And then you fucked me so hard and so good and so long. Well, sweetie, your big penis kind of knocked it out of my mind until now."
"I see. Sorry, but I'm not sorry."
"Me neither."
"So, what did the realtor say?"
"There's a lot of people showing interest in buying our house, but that's not the best part. They accepted our offer on that little one-floor two-bedroom house on the west side of town. It looks like this place won't be lingering on the market. So, the realtor thinks we should be able to move to the new place without much fuss."
"That isn't good news. It's amazing news!"
"Yeah!" They kissed more, and the brunette beauty could feel the log hardening in her son's boxer briefs. "It feels like you want to celebrate."
She pushed her way out of Grant's grasp and moved to the dark silent fireplace. Her back was to her man. One delicate hand grabbed the mantle. The other reached behind her. Maddie pulled the long shirt up, revealing the tiny bits of fabric that made her panties.
The young man stood and smiled. What an incredible ass! How is this gorgeous creature my own mother?
He stepped to her and rested his hands on those curved hips. Her lower body swayed at the contact as her lover tried to reach around to her front. These movements played her son's palm across her hard abdomen. Behind the supple skin lay her hot wet Eden; where he'd dwelt before drawing his first breath. But - unlike the garden of legend - Grant was not barred from visiting. Madeline's gates would open wide for him. "You are amazing, Mom."
The hand holding up the back of the shirt let go of the fabric and gripped the mantle. "Take off our underwear, my love. Don't bother spanking, remember."
Her wishes were clear. But her son had some play left in him.
"Okay." A tick faster than slow motion, he removed his hands from his mother's hips. He let her listen to the sound of his boxer briefs slipping down. His shirt came off with patience as well.
Maddie shivered with anticipation.
When the young man returned his hands to her hips, the hot mamma stilled. The big button-down shirt rose at a steady pace.
Too slow, she thought. But she wouldn't speak and give him an excuse to stop.
The shirt continued up, exposing her full chest. Madeline knew Grant loved her soft round breasts. He'd kissed and sucked them more in the past weeks than he had in all his infant years. She raised her hands like in a stickup. I can't wait to feel his big thing inside me again! She suppressed the snicker that arose to the dirty thought.
When the garment cleared her head and hands, it flew away.
The thick-fingered hands were on the horny mother's hips, yet again. He dragged her panties down those supple thighs with agonizing care.
Madeline's breathing picked up again. "Come on, Coach! I don't need foreplay. I need my man inside me." Her tight buns wiggled and swayed back at her lover.
Grant took in a deep breath through his nose. Her scent confirmed the truth of her words.
The panties hit the floor. The hard-bodied mother's feet spread and braced.
Finally, she felt his muscled torso against her back. His rock-hard member throbbed between them. Those strong hands were on her again, but this time they clutched her sensitive breasts. Oh! finally!
She pushed her toned ass back and moaned. Her nipples throbbed and sent bolts of bliss through her.
He massaged her tits. The pleasure mixed with her own impatience drove her mad.
But the attentive son read Madeline like a book. Before she was ready to complain, one hand released a breast and smoothed down her hard flat tummy. It slid down further until he was cupping his mother's sex.
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
Her loving son kissed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head aside to ease his access.
"I know what you want," he murmured for her ear only. One thick finger slid between her lips and into her sopping entrance.
"Ohhhh," she moaned again. "You dooooo. Oh!"
His powerful hips drew away from her, but his grip on her chest and pelvis remained fixed. Maddie knew what this meant. It wasn't a retreat. It was a realignment.
Eager to receive, the thirsty mommy bent her knees and rose on the balls of her feet. She arched her back to tilt her ass up and offer her fragrant opening to her son.
Her movement caused Grant's finger to slip out of her. But as the fat head met her nether lips that hand was able to point it in exactly the right direction.
"I know what you need." His deep voice growled in her ears.
The broad mushroom head spread his mother's slippery petals.
"Oh, SHIT, Grant!"
She was so wet, that he could have thrust the whole thing in with a single push. But that wasn't Coach G's plan. The hard meat made its way into Madeline's canal, slow and inexorable.
"You need to be my naked sexy mother."
That fat cock kept sliding along, deeper into Maddie's tight little body. Moaning sounds drifted out of her mouth. They were moans of agreement.
"You need to squirm on my dick."
She could see it in her mind's eye. That and the steady penetrating hardness inside made her juices flow. Fuck! He's only halfway in, and I'm already cumming!
The massive member spread its way deeper into the trembling mommy.
"You need to be my woman. Mmm. You need your son's sex inside you. You need me to fuck you, Mom!"
She felt his pelvis pressing against her backside. Another orgasm was building.
Finally, Grant stopped teasing. He pulled only a few inches of dick out of his mother's cunt before driving back in. His hips smashed against her bare ass.
She yelped with surprise and pleasure.
The young man repeated the movement, eliciting the same response.
The son who loved his mother more than anything fucked her like an animal.
Those long dark locks flew around. Madeline cried and twisted and pushed back into her lover's masterful pounding. Her juices rolled down their thighs.
"Keep taking what you need," he urged through gritted teeth. "I'm going to keep fucking you, Mom. I'm going to keep giving you what you need." His hips never slowed. His iron erection pistoned in and out of her like it was the only way to save her life. "I'll give it to you in our bed upstairs. Uh! I'm gonna fuck you like crazy in every room in our new house."
Her fingernails dug into the mantle. She shrieked through an ongoing orgasm.
"You need to be my woman; naked, sweaty, and full with my love!"
The words in her ear and the truth of it in her cunt drove the orgasm to new heights. "OHFUCKYES! AH!"
Still shoving his manhood up into his mother over and over, he said, "You hear me, Mom? Unh! I love you. I love fucking your sexy body. Ahh. I love making you smile. I love being your man. I love that you are my mother and my woman and the love of my life. Uh! Fuck, so tight! I love when you spread your legs for me and welcome me in!"
"Uah! Yeah! Always for you. Anything for you, lovvvvvvvv..." She trembled through another wave of pleasure and release.
But Grant never slowed in her. The two grunted and moaned as he clove to her from behind. No words for a moment as the sweat built on their colliding bodies. This was serious work: Son pushed into mother. The mother pushed back to engulf her son. Time passed, but neither could count the minutes.
The pair focused on working together. His hands squeezed her breasts. She concentrated swaying back onto his manhood as he strummed her clit. He admired how she arched her back to better receive his love.
The pitch of Madeline's moans climbed again. The sound inspired Grant to words. "You like celebrating like this, Mom?"
"Ahhh Yeah!"
"This is what you want? Do you want me to fuck you like this on our happy days? Unh!" He snaked his whole thing into her and ground his abdomen against her sweaty ass.
"EEEEeeeeyyeah! Yes, baby! Ah! Make Mommy sweaty... UH!... and naked for you... Oh!... happy... Fuh!... days."
"You want my cock again when we've moved into our new place?" He pulled out, clutched harder to her chest, and shoved his erection back where it belonged.
"EeeeeeYEAH!"
"Twice on your birthday?"
She laughed at this. Then the giggles gave way to groans of pleasure as Grant jutted still faster into her dripping cleft.
"Five times on my birthday?" Now both were laughing. They could feel how she tightened on his rod as she chuckled.
"I get your delicious pussy on May Day?" He was back to making his mother's body shake and drip with his forceful thrusts.
The word Maypole drifted through Maddie's mind, but she didn't bother saying it. Her lover's words and moves were too good to interrupt. Her head dipped between her outstretched arms and she shoved her lower body back. She was sending a wordless signal to her son.
Whether by intuition or weeks of experience the young man got the message. His sure hands released his mom's tits and groin. He grabbed her taut hips and got to work.
"Oh, I love you, Mom. You're..."
"Arbor Day," she huffed at the floor.
"Wha?"
Mad with lust and love, she lifted and turned her head to see her handsome man.
His broad muscular chest flexed as he held her hips and drove his own into them.
She felt his massive member filling her and thrilling her.
His eyes traveled from her well-turned buns, up her undulating spine. Next came her flexing shoulders, and he finally locked onto an eye the same color as his own. If they hadn't been fucking, he'd have thought she was furious.
"Plant that tree trunk in my garden, and give me your seed."
The sweating coach swatted his mother's ass.
She cried out, "I NEED it." They were both moving together in a high tempo; the familiar tandem of lovers racing to the end together. "Fuck your mother good, Grant. Uh! Give me your love. Cum in me! I want to feel your hot cum inside!"
They returned to only body language. The pair writhed together as they had already done so many times. Each body confirmed to the other that they were ready; that they wanted his cock to erupt into her vagina. The pace increased. So did the pitch of their shared moans.
Grant finally swayed forward and gave them both what they wanted. Madeline shrieked, "Yeeeeeeeee!" And her juices mixed with her son's and carried the solution out and down their thighs.
The young man's knees bent further, and his member slipped free of his mom's eager clutch. He knelt there, in front of the dead fireplace. Maddie turned to look down at him, heaving deep breaths from the shared exertion. They smiled at one another with a rich love.
The happy mommy crouched to straddle her man. She gently urged him to lie back onto the floor. Her fantastic body laid atop his, crushing her chest against his pectorals. The woman, shivering with pleasure, kissed him on the mouth. She broke the kiss and realized that he was holding her naked ass.
The most natural thing in the world, she thought.
Finally, Mrs. Bloom looked young master Bloom in the eyes and choked out, "Every happy day!" She kissed him again for a three count. Then, "I will love you, and you will love me. Standing, sitting, lying down. Naked, dressed, or with our clothes half ripped off." She was still gasping for breath, but she dove in for another kiss. She felt his big hands squeezing her hard-earned ass cheeks. "And on the bad days, Grant. I'll take you inside me after a bad day at work. You'll fill me when you're unsure about everything else in the world. I'll ride you if the car breaks down. We'll make love when we travel. We'll fuck when we get snowed in. When we fight, we will work hard to find a way together. And then I will lie naked beneath you in our bed so we can finalize the making up. We'll remind ourselves that this is how it should be: you long and hard inside your loving mother. Me, holding your wonderful bare body against mine, whispering my grateful devotion."
They kissed more.
One of Grant's hands had released a bun-of-steel and stroked her long brown hair.
She hummed into his open mouth at his loving touch.
When their mouths could bear to part, Madeline lay her head on her man's brawny shoulder. She rumbled to him, "I will love you and be in love with you, every day."
***
The next morning, Mr. Rodney Townes sent an e-mail to Mrs. Bloom. He had received a package from the office of Mr. Rick Boyles. "Good news," the message began.
***
Seven hours later they enjoyed dinner. She told her son about the good news e-mail from the lawyer. "I had to read it three times to make sure I was reading it right. I swear I was like a zombie at work today. No wonder after how you wore me out last night."
Grant put a hand on his mother's thigh. "So, you're not up to celebrating the good news?"
His simple touch and thoughtful words set an inferno between her thighs. She turned to him, and said, "I may be able. But I'll need you to carry me up to our bed, strip mommy down, climb on top, and tuck into me like I'm your dessert."
"I can do that." His hand released her thigh to scoop under both knees. The other arm came around her shoulders, and she looped her arms about his neck. Her muscular son stood with her in his arms.
"Oh, you're so strong, baby," she cooed, kissing his neck and cheek. As the man carried his woman up the stairs, she spoke with a meek tone. "Don't take your time with me tonight, Grant. I won't need a buildup to orgasm. The second we get your fat penis inside me I'm going to start cumming for you."
"Yes, Ma'am." His pace never slowed.
"I mean it. I need to feel your cum in my pussy. Don't make me wait."
"I won't make you wait, but we're both going to work up a sweat."
"Of course, my angel. Mommy works hard with her big boy's wonderful cock." She lay her head on his shoulder as he continued their climb. "Tomorrow night I'll wear my red bikini for you. I'll have more strength for you. Then we can really celebrate."
Grant grunted, but he kept stepping towards their bed.
***
The Bloom mother and son lay tangled together. Their bodies were sticky with sweat and other happy fluids.
Apropos of nothing, Madeline said, "I should write to Romantriarch."
"Hm," was all her stud had to offer. He wasn't horny anymore, but the promise of his mom wearing her red bikini around the house swam in his mind anyway.
"I trust you remember who that is."
"From the mother/son community website, sure. She seemed sweet."
"I know she couldn't be one of your accounts. She's been an online friend since long before you returned from college."
"I showed you all my accounts. You watched me cancel them."
"I know. I should have let you keep the one where you weren't pretending to be someone else. It could be good for you to have contact with others who are sharing mothers' beds." She giggled into the darkness.
Grant smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "No one on that site or any other is as lucky as me. I saw plenty of pictures on that site. Some of the mothers were pretty, but none could hold a candle to you."
"Sure, sure. Flattery will get you everything with me."
"I already have everything with you. That's what makes me so lucky."
"You're gonna get even luckier tomorrow when I'm operating on a good night's sleep."
"Red bikini," he whispered into her ear.
The pair chuckled together.
"Yeah, stud. But I do think I should make time to write something to Romany. She was always the most hopeful for our future without ever pushing me. I've dropped off the site since you... y'know... took... your place. I was writing a lot about how things were heating up between us, and how disaster could fall on my head if I made a misstep."
"Yeah. I remember those. You were so skittish. I wanted to tell you everything and put you at ease."
"The way you handled me was perfect, Grant." She shifted to kiss his jawline. "Like you do in bed. A full disclosure would have sent me running for the hills." Madeline paused to reflect on how hopeless her attraction to Grant had seemed. How carefully, patiently... miraculously he had guided her into his arms. "You took care to strip away my fears, spread me open, and filled me up with your love."
"Careful there, MadMommy. The way you're talking makes me want to spread you open and refuse you that full night of sleep."
"Okay. I'll be good. My point is that Romantriarch doesn't know what happened. She only knows that things were building up, and then everything went silent. I know how to write about what's going on without giving any hints about our real-world identities. She at least deserves to know..." Maddie wagged her head side-to-side. She couldn't think of how to finish the sentence.
"Yeah," her son murmured after some thought. "I get it."
"Sorry, I can't think. I'm so tired. You loved me so good. I guess I want to send her a wave. Give a signal. You understand, right?"
"Yes, Mom. It would be good to let her know you are finally loved as you should be. She was there for you when you struggled to stay out of a tailspin. It's only right to tell her. You've landed safely."
***
The red bikini top swung on a post of the headboard. The bed shifted back and forth, and the cups tapped against the wooden board. It was a soft backbeat ignored by the grunting couple on the mattress.
The bottoms rested - forgotten - on the floor.
The phone sounded a preset ringtone; barking dog.
They both knew who that meant.
"Take the fucking call. Let him have his fucking say. He can finally be fucking done, and we can keep on fucking fucking."
"Mmmm. You have a way with words." She reached for it with care. "Your wish is my command." She drew it near her ear. "Especially in our bed, sir!"
Her painted pointer finger pressed the green disk on the screen.
She cleared her throat, but her voice was still shaky. "Ah-hem, hello." She looked down, past her hard nipples, at Grant's bare muscled chest. Her eyes rose to his euphoric smile and locked onto eyes the hue of blue-gray he'd inherited from her.
Then, "Yes, Gabe. My lawyer's office confirmed you've signed and sent it over to his office." She swallowed with a click and wiped her sweaty brow with a sigh. "Happy?" She leaned forward to put her free hand on her son's chest. Her hips swerved, stirring her son's rock-hard cock around her insides. The sensation was delicious. "Mmm. Yeah, you could say I'm happy. Ah-heh-hem."
Grant's great paws cupped his mother's succulent breasts and tweaked her firm nipples.
She sighed at her lover's touch, and said, "In fact, I'm celebrating."
Her beloved's left hand fell from her tingling nipple to cup and squeeze her ass. He mouthed a single word to her: Mine.
The sweaty mommy nodded with her tongue between her pearly teeth.
"Celebrating how?" she said into the phone. "That's none of your business, Gabe. But I'll tell you this much: I'm finally getting laid." She bucked her pelvic bone forward, and both she and Grant saw flashing lights. "And this guy has the biggest dick I've ever had. This fucking stud has me sweating like a pig and howling like a wolf in the mountains. I've never cu... What? Grant? Oh, right. He told me that's what you talked about."
The loving son had both hands on Madeline's perky little ass, and he started moving her back and forth.
She whined and bit her lip at her coach.
She was breathing hard now. "No, Gabe, of course not. Your son is somewhere spending the evening with the woman he had in his bed when you walked in on them... No, I won't swear to it. I'm not his keeper." It's more the other way round, she thought. Mommy licked her lips. "My understanding is that she's very grateful for his discretion. Uh, fuck! Look, my friend is getting impatient, and I don't want to say "no" to him. Ohhhh, yeah. Anyway, I trust that Grant is having as good a time with his lucky lady as I'm having with my young buck."
Grant nodded at her and slapped the side of her ass.
"Ooh! Yeah, baby! That's what I need. Mmm, so naughty, riding your giant..." She thumbed the call off. "...mommy-stuffer!"
Without looking, she threw the phone over her shoulder. This time it sailed through the door, much farther down the hall than last time. It kept sliding further away still.
The dark-haired mother bounced her ass on Grant's lap, fucking him with renewed vigor.
The young man's whole torso jostled with her movements, and his vision blurred for a second or two. He grabbed those taut hips and fucked up to meet each pounding of her sexy buns. He knew his mother always wanted his steady hand on her bare skin.
"Fuck! WOW, Mom!" he growled.
"No more interruptions," she groaned. Her eyes were hidden beneath those tousled chestnut locks. "Just you... fucking your mommy. Uhn! Yuh! Just me... giving my naked body to you... Fuck! ... to your mouth... your hands... your love... Ohhhh, Babyyy! ... your huge fucking mother-fucker. Goddamn miracle it fits inside me! Ohhhh, YES!"
***
A handful of days later
Message From: MadMommy1980
To: You (Romantriarch)
Hey Romany,
How's life treating the great Roma Mamma of Mother and Son Romance?
It's been a long while, andr, I haven't looked at the site in all this time... with one exception. I watched my son close out half a dozen phony accounts. He'd been using them to observe and interact with me without my knowing it was him. I won't name the accounts. You may have noticed which encouraging characters have gone dark since I went quiet.
I didn't figure it out. He confessed the morning after we set our masks completely aside. You will likely recall the facades were fading fast. The pretense of being a playful mother and a supportive son had become paper-thin.
Then he learned that my husband was cheating. I was neither shocked nor upset. My son and I had been dancing along that line for days.
But, after that, G had no patience left for pretending. He finally took me in our basement gym. Then he took me again in his bed, and yet again after a nap. That would have been eventful enough for the day... for a handful of weeks! But that evening, he kicked my husband out of our house as I knelt naked in his bed! My head was buzzing, but my son's hands (and other parts) kept me on earth.
It was the longest, sweatiest, most naked day of my life... one of them, at least. I passed out from his loving before I had a chance to process it all.
The next morning he told me how he'd stumbled upon my account. He confessed his surveillance and pseudo-anonymous messages. He apologized for being invasive and manipulative.
I trust you, the Romantriarch, to understand: I couldn't feel angry at him. I'm still not. Part of the reason may be that I was too dick drunk to be mad at anything. Could be that I still am. :D
I was disappointed at his deception, but I can't help feeling that the ends justify the means in this case. I don't know what else to wish he'd done. His sneaking was to protect my secrets and my feelings. In the end, he brought us together. How mad can I be when I'm living a fantasy life with the man of my dreams?
And, you were right, Romany: it was red hot and hasn't cooled one degree since then. There's no struggle to keep the chemistry going. Rather, it's controlling ourselves so we don't let the rest of our life fall apart.
Speaking of the rest of our life, the divorce from hubby is basically done. Papers are signed and in process. My stallion and I are due to move to a small place in another part of town. I'll return to my maiden name. The new neighbors will only know us as a couple who smiles a lot and has loud sex at night.
It's scary.
And it's everything I want!
I am so lucky and grateful and full of hope!
I was snuggled against his bare chest last night when I thought of you, my dear friend whom I've never met. I realized that you would want to know; you deserve to know. You have responded to my story (stories) with so much thought and openness. Only my son knows as well as you, how in love I have been and how I have burned for his touch. So you can appreciate what it means when I tell you this:
He learned the scarlet passion in my heart and did not turn away. He drew me closer and closer with patience and care. He handled his mother with such calm confidence, that I never thought to run away. My son gave me what I needed. Then he pulled me in closer to give me even more. I am truly his woman now.
Slowly, I let him in with eyes wide open.
When I turned in his arms to tell him about my plans to write you, he said it well. "You want to let her know that you've landed safely." And I have. I'm safe in his embrace.
I wanted you to know.
I wanted to thank you:
Thank you for being patient with me.
Thank you for reading my stories over the years.
Thank you for responding with care.
Yours, likely with more to tell in the future,
MADeline, the MOMMY
The End
***
Thank you, dear reader, for your patient support. This epilogue got delayed more times than I can count for more months than I want to face for more reasons than I'd care to list. But I kept coming back to it because you have written so many warm and encouraging messages. Like it says in the letter: "Thank you for reading my stories over the years. Thank you for responding with care." I trust (hope!) you will do so for this epilogue as well.
Thanks one more time!
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