A Mother with Benefits Ch. 01





Mom becomes the ideal mistress.


This is my first story. It originally included interesting facts or "pop ups" sprinkled throughout. Following mixed reviews, I decided to move them. Now they appear after the end of the story.

I hope you enjoy it.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older.

1

The Cleaver family had seemed ideal. It consisted of Ward who was a physician and his wife June who was a registered nurse. She had become a full time homemaker when they had their son Theodore. They had been very close and spent a lot time together when Theodore was young. June was quite the cook and the family enjoyed sitting down each evening for dinner. Not only was the food good, it also gave them time to share the events of the day and discuss them.

When Theodore got older his mother returned to nursing. The family tradition of sitting down to dinner was so special for them that they hired a housekeeper, not only to free up June to work, but so she could continue to prepare home cooked meals. They were active in the community and scouting. June had been a den mother and Theodore had earned the rank of Eagle, just like his dad.

Theodore had been an excellent student until he seemed to have just given up on life. Each day he went up to his room immediately after school and closed the door. When he was asked to join the family for dinner, he would load up his plate and eat in his room. He stayed up to all hours on the computer doing heavens knows what. He didn't even date.

Besides school and food, the only things Theodore came out of his room for were taking their dog Buddy for a run and swimming in their pool. The whole family enjoyed swimming to the point where they invested in an in-ground lap pool thinking it would be great exercise. Theodore swam like a fish and enjoyed it. Before his life went to crap, he had been on his high school swim team and was a Swimming and Water Rescue Instructor at summer camp.

The most challenging task of the day for June was to drag Theodore out of bed and get him to school. No matter how early she started, he missed his bus more often than not and she would have to drive him. Once he got to school he would lay his head down on his desk and sleep. His parents arranged for his teachers to move him to the front of the class and it worked for a while. Then he started up again and his teachers gave up, just allowing him to sleep.

It seemed that Theodore lacked all motivation. His parents told him that he had to get an education or he would never get a job. His answer was that there are no jobs anyway, so why try. He knew older kids that made all the right moves. In the end, all they accomplished was to amass student loans and ultimately not get a job anyway. "They're living with their parents doing nothing, so I'm just getting a head start and think of all the money I'm saving," he would say.

His parents racked their brains trying to figure something out. June asked her husband, "You were a top student, what motivated you?"

Ward replied, "I didn't open a book in middle school and was able to pass, just like Theodore. That changed when my father told me that my ass was out of the house at 18 unless I went to college and did well. I was scared shitless and understood that I needed to have a skill someone would pay me for. We could do the same, but I don't like to bluff. Are we prepared to toss him out into such a bad economy?"

"Did anything else motivate you?" June asked.

"Well, once I made the honor roll I was hooked. I liked the prestige and the perks. Everyone is proud of you and you get sex," Ward explained.

"Holy crap Ward, how in the world did you get sex for good grades?"

"I was a nerd in high school and didn't do well with girls. After I straightened up, I took every math and science class the school offered and still maintained straight A's. Once that became common knowledge, I became a 'catch' and got some dates and sex. Sometimes I think the girl's parents liked me more than the girl did. Think about it. I was a clean cut Eagle Scout with straight A's and a bright future. Who would you want for your daughter?"

"That's terrible Ward."

"If we had a daughter wouldn't you like it if she married someone like Tim Tebow or Jeremy Lin?"

"Yes, but..."

"Look, you play the hand you're dealt and I did the best I could with what I had. I never lied to them. That was taken care of by the feminist movement. Before my time you had to say you loved them and would marry them to get into their pants. It was even called 'premarital sex.' The radical feminists changed all that. According to them marriage was a trap for women to keep them from having a career and fulfillment. 'Keeping them barefoot and pregnant' was the expression they used. I never even had to say that I liked them."

June was horrified and said, "You told me that you loved me and took my virginity."

"None of them were virgins. I wasn't that bad. I told you I loved you because I did and you took my virginity too."

"How in the world do you figure that I deflowered you Ward?"

"I lived in a small town and those girls wanted to get married. If I knocked up one of them, it would have been over. I would have had to marry them. Since I couldn't trust them, I used a condom each and every time. The first time I didn't use a condom was on our honeymoon and that's when you deflowered me."

"So you didn't trust me until after we were married?" June asked.

Ward smiled and said, "I didn't trust you even then. It just wouldn't have been a calamity if you got pregnant because I do love you. I wanted to have kids and share my life with you. Using a condom all the time had a benefit other than 'safe sex' too. It kept things fresh for me. Going bareback for the first time ever on our honeymoon got me so excited, I was a sex machine."

"I noticed. I was there," June grinned. "Don't be so pleased with yourself, your trip down memory lane doesn't help us with the problem at hand."

"The point I was making is that sex is a powerful motivator for young men. Testosterone is a terrible burden," Ward laughed.

"I'm sure it is, but what are we going to do about our son?"

"Hey, you're an attractive woman," her husband announced abruptly.

"I'm glad you think so."

"No, I mean yes. What I'm trying to say is that maybe you could motivate him," Ward explained.

"That's ridiculous," June said matter-of-factIy. "I can't even motivate him to get out of bed when I'm screaming at him."

"Maybe you could if you showed him some cleavage," Ward suggested. "You never show any. You don't even own a two piece swimsuit."

June had a couple of reasons for dressing conservatively.

The first was that she had large breasts just like her mother and religiously wore heavy duty sports bras whenever she was vertical. The only exceptions were when she was in the shower or in the bedroom. Her mother's breasts sagged a great deal and June was remarkably motivated to avoid, or at least delay the same fate.

The second reason was that, in addition to her ample bosom, June had a flat stomach and a long waist. That combination meant she was built like 7 of 9 on Star Trek Voyager. A lifetime of experience had taught June to tone down her figure with sensible and shapeless clothing if she wanted to be taken seriously.

2

Theodore's parents hastily came up with a simple plan that put Ward's theory to the test. After some requisite shopping, June began changing into a demi cup style bra each day when she got home from work. While not as supportive as her regular bras, she was now at liberty to leave several buttons undone at the top of her blouse.

The effect was almost immediate. Theodore started joining the family for dinner and was always available to help his mother clear the table. His favorite activity seemed to be handing her each plate and watching her as she repetitively bend over to load the dishwasher. He tried his best to hide the obvious bulge in his pants with a dish towel. The only problem was that there was no reason to dry the dishes since they were being placed in the dishwasher.

"Well, the experiment seems to have been a success," June observed.

"That 'tent' in his pants was the biggest I've seen since we quit going camping," Ward laughed.

Ignoring her husband's crude attempt at humor, she said, "It's nice to have meals with our boy again. What's our next move?"

"Now that we've established that he finds you attractive, we need to come up with something to trade for good grades."

When June didn't offer any suggestions, her husband continued, "Boys his age are constantly thinking about sex and constantly wacken. I think he could be motivated by an offer to make his wacken more pleasurable. The way I see it, there are two options. With the first, you don't have to touch him. You just let him look at you while he does the wacken. The second option is that you do the hand job for him."

"Are you out of your mind?" June screeched. "There is no way I'm going to expose myself to our son or give him a hand job."

"Of course that's up to you, but you said yourself that the worst part of your day was getting him off to school on time. Life is passing him by June. These are years he's never going to get back. What's going to happen when he wakes up at 25 with no marketable skills? Even if there are jobs, he won't be prepared for them. No respectable girl will marry him and how will he support a family?"

"That's a lot of pressure to put on me; making me responsible for his entire life. That's not fair."

"You're right June, it's not fair, but I can't think of any other alternative. Can you?"

"And this is OK with you?"

"I hate the idea. The only reason I'm even considering such a thing is that he's our son and he needs our help."

"That's a lot to think about. Let me sleep on it and we'll talk about it tomorrow." They were silent as they got ready for bed and sleep came with difficulty.

By morning June had made up her mind. "I think giving him hand jobs is the lesser of the two evils. As a nurse I'm confortable seeing private parts and doing procedures. I can assume a professional demeanor when I service him."

"There was a scene in the movie 'Animal House' where a couple was in a convertible and the guy was getting a hand job. The girl got mad at him and you found out she had latex gloves on. You're not going to be that clinical are you?" Ward joked.

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm trying my best to get through this, so quit joking around and tell me how this will work."

"I'm sorry," Ward apologized. "A new grading period begins Monday, so he'll have a fresh start. When his report card comes out six weeks from now, each 'A' grade he earns will be saved in a hand job bank. He can withdraw one 'A' each Friday. If the bank is empty, no hand job. How does that sound?"

June replied, "Isn't only counting A's a little harsh?"

"He was making A's before he crapped out. He's capable," Ward insisted.

"OK, when are we going to tell him?"

"I think it would be less stressful for him if we both weren't looking at him when he was told. You should tell him June."

"That would be more stressful for me, Ward."

"He's going to be intimate with you, not me and you two should be alone when discussing your private matters. My being there would just make things even more awkward. The last thing you want is to have your dad looking at you while you're discussing something like this. Think about it. If Theodore looks too happy, he's in trouble with me and if he doesn't look happy enough, he's in trouble with you. Tell him that I don't like it, but we're both willing because we care for him and want him to be a success. Just keep it clinical like you said, you're a nurse treating a patient. His 'physical therapy' is a hand job and nothing more. Tell him that no one outside us three is to ever know, no one, ever."

3

June decided to put off approaching her son about the offer until Saturday. She went to the kitchen when she heard him moving around upstairs and waited for him to come down to get something to eat. After he raided the refrigerator, she motioned for him to sit across from her at the table.

Theodore pulled out the indicated chair and was about to peek down his mother's blouse when their eyes met. Her face had an unusual expression and he hoped that he wasn't in trouble.

Once he was seated, she asked, "You know that your father and I care about you, don't you?"

Between chews he answered, "Sure mom."

"As you know, we're worried about your school work and your future."

"That again, I'm not that bad," Theodore protested. "Half my school is using drugs and I'm not. I make passing grades. Most parents would be thrilled to have a kid like me."

"That may be true, but you're capable of more. We think that all you lack is motivation and have a plan to provide some." Theodore looked up with interest as June continued, "Since you don't seem to give a damn about your future, we thought you might care about a more basic drive." Before she could change her mind, she blurted out, "I'm willing to give you hand jobs for good grades. Are you interested?"

Theodore felt a tingle travel up each thigh and merge at his penis when he saw that she was serious. He was so overwhelmed that he didn't respond for several seconds. June took that as rejection and was humiliated beyond belief.

This is his father's fault, she thought. It was his plan. Here I am with my boobs hanging out offering to give my son a hand job and he doesn't even want it.

"Your father was just like you, worthless," she snarled. "Then grandpa threatened to kick his lazy ass out of the house if he didn't get his act together. We thought about doing the same with you and we still can young man."

Oh shit, Theodore thought. Fortunately he was quick to grasp why his mother was losing it.

"You're a beautiful woman mom, of course I'm interested," he declared urgently to douse her fire then continued with, "I was so surprised, pleasantly, that I didn't know what to say."

While that was sinking in he changed the subject by asking, "Is dad OK with this?" It took a moment for her to calm down enough to answer the question.

Ignoring her outburst, June replied as if nothing had happened. "Like I said, your father and I are worried about your future. We want you to take school seriously. Your father doesn't like the thought of me doing that to you, but it was the only thing he could think of."

"So this was dad's idea?"

She didn't mean to let that slip, but it was out now. "Yes, it was his idea. That shows just how desperate he is to give you a better future. You have a great dad."

"And a great mom," Theodore added.

June blushed and said, "I'm sorry I got so angry honey, but that was a very awkward subject for me to bring up."

"I can imagine, but you did it anyway," he exclaimed. "That proves my point. You're a great mom."

June smiled and said, "You understand that if we go ahead with this, you can never tell anyone."

"That's obvious mom. How would it work?"

June described how each "A" on his report card would be put in a "bank" and he could buy a hand job each Friday.

"So, Friday would be like a payday?" he asked. "What about B's, would I get anything for them?"

"Yes, Friday would be like a payday in that you could spend an 'A' from your bank and no, B's don't count."

"When would this start?"

"It could start now but it wouldn't really matter because your 'bank' is empty. Nothing will be in it until report cards come out."

4

Theodore was given no guidelines or put under any restrictions. It was totally up to him to figure out how to earn as many A's as he could. The first change he made was to sleep in his room instead of in class. The first hard evidence of his new attitude was the grades he earned on quizzes, some of which were A's. His most difficult class was math because it built upon what was learned previously. Fortunately, he found an online math educational program that helped him learn what he had missed.

Now that it was out in the open that he found his mother sexually attractive, he could boldly check her out, at least when his father wasn't around. His mother liked this new attention. Being looked at like that by such handsome young man made her feel more feminine, being discrete when her husband was around made it naughty and exciting. What wasn't out in the open was June's new appreciation of her son. She loved to watch the water run down his body when he emerged from the pool in his little swimsuit. He was built like a swimmer with wide shoulders, long waist and narrow hips. His shoulders may have come from his father, but she knew that his long waist was from her.

As they became more comfortable with this new openness, they joked and made comments that, while innocent on the surface, were sexually suggestive. This escalated until one day when June noticed her son shamelessly checking her out while she was making a salad. She picked up a cucumber, gave it a couple of strokes then looked up at him. Not to be outdone, Theodore picked up two tomatoes and gently squeezed them as if they were breasts. At which point June cut the cucumber in half and stuck her tongue out at him.

Theodore's favorite place to get amorous with his mom was the kitchen. That may have been because that's where she was vulnerable, being preoccupied and having her hands full. He loved to come up behind her and give her a hug. Then he would ask her to turn around so that he could hug her properly.

One of his first memories was feeling his mother's breasts pressed up against him whenever they embraced, but now he took a new and different delight in it. While they hugged, he would move one of his hands up the side of her back and then towards a breast in an attempt to get a feel. He never even got close. He did make the observation that his mother was on guard unless she knew where both of his hands were. When she could feel both of his hands on her back, her body was relaxed. If he removed one hand, her body would tense up in anticipation of what that hand would be doing next. If he returned the hand to her back or other allowed place, she would relax.

What Theodore didn't know was that his mother had developed certain skills. Her breasts were large even as a teenager and provided a tempting target for every young man she had ever dated. She had a black belt in breast defense. She never called her son out for what he was attempting because it made her feel as if she was young again and on a date. She also didn't call him out when she felt his erection press against her for the same reason.

Since he wasn't getting anywhere moving his hand up towards her breasts, he decided to change directions. While they hugged, he now moved one of his hands down towards her rear end. As his hand went lower and lower, he expected her to tense up when he approached a forbidden area. She never did. Apparently, she thought of her rear end as an allowed area. With this new knowledge, he brought both hands down to knead her delightful ass, just like his mother would knead dough while baking.

There was something else Theodore didn't know. When his mother was a teenager; she felt sorry for the boys so desperately trying to get at her breasts. After all, who could blame them? She decided long ago that her rear end was a suitable consolation prize.

Once he got as much as he was going to get hugging, Theodore moved on to kissing. He kissed her cheek and neck until it was routine. Then he tried giving her pecks on the lips, but that met with the same success he had with her breasts.

In desperation, he decided to try and talk her into it. While hugging her and kissing her neck, he would explain that he didn't know how to kiss a girl and how she could teach him so much and it was just kissing after all. When that didn't work, he tried using the A's he was already earning on quizzes.





"It would be like an old fashioned kissing booth at the county fair except I would be paying you with A's," he explained.

"That's not our deal and it would be too risky anyway. In case you haven't noticed, we're already getting too carried away and your dad might catch us," she cautioned.

"His garage door makes a ton of noise. If we hear it start up, I would immediately run upstairs to my room without saying a word. You could stay in the kitchen and make small talk, giving me time to get away. I wouldn't come out of my room until I was presentable."

This was the first time either of them had made mention of his erection.

"I would have smeared lipstick," she objected.

"When you get home from work, just completely remove your lipstick and don't apply more. You look great without it and he probably wouldn't notice anyway."

"That's very sweet of you to say, but..."

"Just try it and see," he interrupted. "Start not wearing lipstick at home and see if he notices."

She did the experiment for several days and Theodore was right, his father didn't notice. She had been using the lipstick as an excuse to not kiss him, but when he turned out to be right, she was stuck. They began his kissing education the very next day, always at the kitchen sink with an ear peeled for the sound of the garage door opener.

She told Theodore that the girl is the boss of what's allowed, but once it's established that she wants to kiss, he should take charge. It's his job to start the kiss and to end it. She said to take his time and to mix things up. After several tongue kisses he should talk to the girl, stroke her hair or kiss her neck. She told him to suck in a small bit of air to create a slight negative pressure within their mouths. This will make the kiss more intimate. She warned him to equalize the pressure before ending the kiss or they might make a popping sound.

Necking with a lusting young man who had his hands on her ass was like a time machine for June. She hadn't felt this young and alive in years. That the young man was someone she loved made it even better. She didn't want to admit just how much she was enjoying their sessions, but her soaked panties didn't give her any choice.

5

The faithful day came when report cards came out. His teachers were proud of his remarkable improvement, but Theodore wasn't. He had made all A's with the exception of a "B" in math and English.

He handed his report card to his mom and said, "I should have screwed math to make sure I got an 'A' in English."

He looked so disappointed that it made his mother's heart ache.

"No honey, you shouldn't have," she disagreed. "Now that you're caught up in math, you'll get an 'A' in everything next time."

That made him feel a little better, but he was still missing out on a hand job.

When Ward came home she showed him the report card. Holding it, he said, "I have to admit that I have mixed emotions. I'm delighted that he's joining us for dinner. He's even showing up for Boy Scout troop meetings again and here's the final proof that the plan worked. I should be happy, but now that it's about to happen, the notion of you giving him hand jobs bothers me more than I thought it would."

"If you tell me not to, I won't," she said.

"At this point, that's not an option. It was my idea and if you backed out now, he would never trust us again. I guess this Friday is the night."

As Friday night approached, Theodore did his best to not show his excitement around his dad. He didn't want to take the chance of upsetting him. His dad had an expression: "You don't punish good behavior." Theodore didn't want to punish his dad.

Friday night found Ward and his wife in their bedroom. She was wearing pajamas beneath a thick white terry cloth robe. It was her practice to wear sports bras outside of their bedroom and conservative pajamas inside it. She wouldn't expose her body to Ward unless sex was on the agenda. Then she would wear something from the Victoria's Secret collection she had acclimated over the years. This practice made seeing her body and sex even more exciting for him.

Ward knew that humans have a great capacity to adapt and take things for granted. He didn't want to adapt to his wife's body and take how amazing it was for granted. He always said it was better to visit a nudist colony than to live in one. He called it "keeping things fresh."

An additional attempt at "keeping things fresh" was for her apply what they called her "sex perfume." It was a scent she would only use if they were going to have sex. A few weeks after they began this regime, Ward reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs, getting an erection from just the smell.

6

June was nervous as she prepared to go to her son's room. She was making herself busy warming a bottle of lotion with an electric heating pad, like she'd learned in nursing school. When it was at the desired temperature, she draped a towel over her forearm and put the lotion in the pocket of her robe. She looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to her husband and said, "Last chance to back out."

"We've been over that. You're doing this for our son and I'll be here when you get back," he replied.

She went down the hall and put on her best professional nurse bearing before knocking on her son's door.

His voice cracked when he said "come in" and June did her best not to smile. Apparently her boy was just as nervous as she was. She found him sitting up in bed with a sheet pulled up to his waist. He was nude and his hands were under the sheet, apparently attempting to hide an erection.

She sat down on the bed and was about to pull back the sheet when he panicked and asked for something familiar, "Mom, before we get started, would you mind if I kissed you?"

With that request, his mother's professional demeanor evaporated. As they embraced, some of the tension seemed to drain from them. When the kiss ended, she pulled back the sheet and saw his penis for the first time since he was a child. It was straight as an arrow and so erect that it looked as if the skin was about to burst.

She looked up and saw him waiting for her reaction. "You have an exceptionally handsome penis," she said. Then she smiled and continued, "And I should know because I've seen so many of them at work, not in this condition of course." They both laughed and that broke the ice a bit more.

June poured some warm lotion into her hand and rubbed her hands together. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and he came immediately, shooting cum into the air. Some of it landed in her hair and some would have gotten in her eye if she hadn't blinked. Theodore was horrified and humiliated. His mother sat before him with his cum in her hair and on her eyelashes.

"I'm so sorry mom; I don't know what to say."

As she used her towel to clean up, she said, "That's alright honey, you were too excited and who could blame you." As she reapplied the lotion to her hands, she continued, "You worked so hard. It's not fair for that to be your reward. Let's give it another try, shall we?"

When he nodded, she began pumping his young shaft. Theodore was in ecstasy. She obviously knew what she was doing and her hands were so much softer and better than his. After a while she said, "Spread your thighs a bit so I can get to your testicles."

Just looking at her as she said that almost made him cum again. He would have if she had said, "balls" instead of "testicles." She rolled his balls around in his sac with one hand while jacking him with the other. The warm lotion made everything so smooth and nice. He read that professional cyclists like Lance Armstrong packed their balls in Vaceline when they raced. That must feel something like what his mother was doing, of course the cyclists weren't getting jacked off at the same time.

Before long he warned his mother that he was going to cum and this time she was ready with the towel. He closed his eyes and came so hard that he thought his brain was slipping around in his skull. She cleaned him up, gave him a kiss on the lips and slipped him a little tongue. As she was standing to leave, Theodore asked, "Next time can you take your robe off and unbutton a couple of buttons on your pajama tops?"

She paused for a moment and then replied, "I don't see why not."

Ward asked, "How did it go?" as soon as she entered their bedroom.

"As well as could be expected," she replied as she put the towel in the hamper. She washed her hands and face while telling her husband that he came immediately so she did him a second time. As she looked in the bathroom mirror checking her hair for cum, she decided it would be better if her husband didn't know where it had landed.

While cuddling in bed they discussed in hindsight if they had done the right thing to motivate their son. It had worked, but at what cost? June changed her mind and told him about Theodore cumming on her face. They both laughed and before they knew it, their pajama bottoms were off and they were fucking like rabbits, no Victoria's Secret or "sex perfume" required.

7

The following week passed quietly with everyone slipping easily into their daily routine as if nothing had happened. The only changes were positive.

June and her husband were having sex more frequently and enjoying it more.

When June found herself taking more time than customary to complete her kitchen chores, she came to the realization that she was doing so in hopes that her son would join her. You might as well admit it, she thought. You look forward to his kitchen stopovers. She began making a snack every day when she got home from work and he would join her. They would eat, chat about their day and have a little make out session.

Theodore's relationship with his father also improved. Ward told her that their son walked up to him, hugged him and walked away without saying a word. He was so shocked that he didn't say anything either.

"I've been talking to Theodore almost every day and I think I know why he did that," June said. "He's just grateful to both of us and doesn't know how to express it to you, or even if he should. He knows you gave me permission to go to him in his room, but he still feels awkward about it. The way he copes with it is to avoid the subject in front of you. He appreciates me for what I do and you for allowing me to do it. He understands that we're doing something we normally wouldn't even consider and it's for his benefit. In so many words he told me that before this, he didn't realize how much we loved him. I guess he wanted to tell you the same thing, but didn't know how, so he just hugged you."

8

The next Friday found June once again in the bathroom preparing to visit her son. She had planned to wear one of her new demi cup bras underneath her pajamas. That way she could comply with her son's request of showing some cleavage while she jacked him off. While admiring herself in the mirror, she reconsidered. Wearing a sports bra so frequently had paid off. "The twins" are doing great, she thought as she turned to her left and right. There was minimal sag for her age, especially considering their size and weight. They were creamy white with pink nipples and areola the size of quarters. There was a little shine so she found her plush powder puff and patted it on her breasts until they looked their best.

She opened a drawer and found her favorite Victoria's Secret top from a bra set, the powder blue one, and put it on. It wasn't her favorite because it matched her eyes; it was her favorite because it looked like it was created just for her, making "the twins" look their best. She put on her pajamas and robe, picked up her towel and lotion and entered the master bedroom where her husband was already in bed.

"Well, here I go again," she said as she approached the hallway door.

"You don't look quite as hesitant as you did last week," Ward observed.

June stopped in her tracks and asked, "Are you still OK with this or are you having second thoughts?"

"I'm fine with it. Just make sure you only do what was agreed upon," he warned.

Ward knew he was a lucky man. His wife genuinely enjoyed sex. Some of his gynecologist colleagues had patients his wife's age who didn't like sex at all. Even some younger women didn't enjoy it. When they came in for their annual pap smear, they would tell the doctor that their husband wanted them to get something for their libido. Unfortunately, the only thing that works is testosterone, and if it's given in high enough doses to increase sex drive, it will also have masculinizing side effects. Things like increased hair growth in male areas and deepening of the voice. It can also cause weight gain and acne. Yes, his wife enjoyed sex and for the first time he feared that she enjoyed it a little too much.

9

June entered her son's room and removed her robe before sitting on his bed. They kissed and embraced just like the week before, but tonight he could feel the back of a bra through her pajamas. She pulled away from him and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her pajama top. As he was enjoying the view, he asked, "Would you unbutton them all mom? You have a bra on and wouldn't be showing any more than you would at the beach."

She had hoped some variation of this might happen. She just smiled and said, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

With shaking hands he proceeded, revealing more and more. His task complete, she removed her pajama top and threw it on top of her robe.

All he could do was gaze in appreciation. He forgot where he was and what he was doing. After an inordinate period of time his mother said, "I see you like 'the twins.'" When he awoke from his trance, "Your beautiful mom," was all he could manage to say.

"We'd better get down to business; your father is expecting me." She retrieved the lotion from her robe and proceeded to give him a hand job just as before. This time he had quite a view, a view that got even better when she leaned forward to get at his balls. He came just as intensely as before, but this time he kept his eyes open.

Encouraged by his mother's request that he unbutton her top, he asked, "Next week do you think you could use your mouth instead of your hands?"

She was cleaning his cock with a towel when she froze and said, "Never ask me to do that."

Panicked, he asked, "Are you mad mom?"

While putting on her robe she answered, "No honey, I just don't like that." Then she hurried out the door.

Upon entering the master bedroom, she said, "All done," then made her way to the bathroom.

She had planned to simply remove her Victoria's Secret bra and put her pajama top back on, but her panties were soaked. She removed them and looked in the mirror where she saw her pussy through a thin patch of blonde hair. June didn't have much body hair. What she did have was fine and sparse in contrast to the thick mane on her head.

Her muff resembled a peach with luxuriant fuzz so June had never felt the need to trim down there. Admiring herself in the mirror, she rotated from side to side and was surprised to see her glistening pink petals peek out as she shifted her hips.

That pussy is in need of a good fucking, she thought.

She found the matching Victoria's Secret panties and put them on. June was about to leave the bathroom when she remembered to apply her "sex perfume."

She entered the bedroom and stood before her husband who said, "Looks like someone's all worked up. Are you sure a hand job is all that's happening in there?"

Surprised and a little deflated, June replied, "He started feeling me up a little through my robe and I didn't have the heart to stop him. So I just pretended that it wasn't happening."

Then she glared at him and said, "Listen mister, you don't have much to complain about in the sex department since we put this plan of yours in effect. Do you want sex or not?"

His answer was to pull back the covers, exposing his erect cock. They fucked twice that night, something they hadn't done in years.

10

Theodore made himself scarce the following weekend. June didn't think much about it until he didn't join her in the kitchen on Monday for their afternoon snack. When he didn't show up again on Tuesday, she knew something was up. She called him to the kitchen and demanded that he tell her.

Turning red he said, "I'm so sorry I asked you to do that. I was just so excited."

"Oh honey, I said I wasn't mad. Everything's fine." She hugged him then looked earnestly into his eyes. "Are we OK?" she asked.

He nodded and they hugged again.

Still holding each other, she said, "I'm so sorry I upset you honey; let me make it up to you. You remember those B's you made on your report card?"

"Yeah, I should have screwed math."

"No, you shouldn't have. Let's make a deal just between the two of us. You can spend one of those B's on having your way with 'the twins' through my clothing."

Theodore smiled and immediately moved his hands up her back and then to her breasts. This time her defenses were down and would remain so. He gently squeezed them and said, "So these are 'the twins.'" After a few moments, he declared, "You finally let me squeeze your tomatoes mom."

She giggled and said, "And you cucumber is still intact. Now aren't you glad you worked so hard on math?"

"I'd rather work on these," he answered.

He felt her nipples harden and said, "I think 'the twins' are happy to meet me."

He began unbuttoning her blouse then stopped when she grabbed his hands and said, "I would love for you to do that honey, but not here. That's for our Friday nights in your room. I have to remain dressed in the kitchen while you run upstairs, remember?"

"I'm sorry mom, I knew that but I wasn't thinking."

"I love you father very much and hope to spend the rest of my life with him. My hope for you is that you run off with a nice girl and get married. If we get caught, I might end up old and alone. Women fear that more than you know."

"Mom, I'll do everything I can to protect your relationship with dad. You're his girl and I know that."

11

June spent much of the next week going through her Victoria's Secret lingerie. She had never given her husband a tie for his birthday or Father's Day. Instead, she would purchase a sexy outfit, model it for him and then screw his brains out. Nothing she had could rival her favorite, so she finally went shopping and found a black lace bra set that she liked just as much.

She was absent-mindedly humming as she readied herself the following Friday. She was in her element, playing dress up like she did as a little girl. She thought about how good "the twins" would look in her new bra as she dabbed her plush powder puff on them.

June watched as her perky little nipples woke up and wasn't sure if it was from excitement or the overzealous application of powder.

She washed her hands and carefully put the bra on so as to avoid getting powder on the black material. She struck various poses and admired herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she put on her pajamas followed by her robe and exited the bathroom. Her husband was sitting on the bed and said, "Someone's happy."

"I've never been happier and why shouldn't I be?" She gave him a kiss on the forehead and said, "Everyone's happier because of your idea, take some credit, why don't you?"

"I guess I'm a little jealous. He's so young and handsome and you love him."

"You shouldn't be jealous," she said. "You're the one who's stuck with me, not him. Have you been lacking in female companionship lately?"

"No, but I know how much you like sex and ..."

"Now you're worried because I like sex?" she interrupted. "You've never complained before. Just give yourself some credit and allow yourself to be happy." She gave him a passionate kiss and pushed him back on the bed.





She turned before leaving the room and said in a bad Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation, "I'll be back."

She was so eager to show off her new outfit to her son that she knocked on his door and entered before he had a chance to say come in. She removed her robe and sat on the bed, arching her back to present her pajama buttons to her son.

"No hello or kiss?" he asked.

"Hello, I want you to see my new purchase," She answered.

Acknowledging her impatience, he unbuttoned as quickly as he could and helped her remove the pajama top.

"What do you think?" she asked and she rotated side to side.

He had been feeling her up in the kitchen for several days now, but this was the first time he had permission to do it with her wearing so little. Theodore answered by gently caressing her breasts. Like a jeweler assessing a diamond, he watched her creamy flesh move in response to his manipulation of her black bra.

"Mom, your breasts are exquisite and the black lace frame you picked out really shows them off."

As they embraced, he ran his hands across the soft bare skin of her back. It was a delightful new sensation. Striking the back of her bra was an annoyance. Without thinking, he attempted to remove this obstacle to his pleasure. He went for the hooks and fumbled at the goal line.

She pulled herself away from him and said, "You're such a bad boy, what am I going to do with you?"

It sounded silly, even to Theodore, but all he had wanted to do was run his hands unimpeded over her bare back. His goal wasn't to expose her breasts. Now that that he had unintentionally gone this far, he decided to go with it. Thinking quickly, he said, "I just wanted to let 'the girls' out to play."

"They're not 'the girls,' they're 'the twins,' she corrected. "But let's call them girls for now. What's the proper way to ask girls to come out and play?"

"You say please?" Theodore guessed.

"No, you ask their mother," she said.

"Mom, may the girls come out to play...please?"

"But you're still a bad boy," she teased.

"I can pay. I still have a 'B' I haven't spent."

June hadn't seen him this excided to open something since he was a little boy and still believed in Santa Claus. "I'll accept that," she said. "Would you like to give it another try?"

June hugged him and rubbed his back as she patiently allowed him to take as long as he needed. Theodore struggled with the clasp until he looked over her shoulder and could see how it worked. The bra was initially pinned between them and fell a few inches when they separated.

His mom looked at him and said, "Go ahead honey, open your present."

As if in a trace, he slowly pulled the bra away from her body. Theodore had tried to imagine the sight he was now beholding, but his prediction had been wrong. Without the bra her breasts were not the simple spheres they normally seemed. They appeared to gain character as gravity took effect. He always knew they were ample, but now they were also womanly. He couldn't resist the impulse to cup them in his hands and lift them slightly to test their weight. They were warm and unbelievably soft. Her nipples were erect in the center of her pink areolas and appeared as if they wanted his attention.

He shifted positions and pushed her until her back was on the bed. As he did so the distance between her breasts marginally increased and they more closely resembled the spheres he had originally anticipated. He placed his face to her bosom, moving his head to the left and right, kissing each breast.

When he started sucking her nipples, she held his head and ran her fingers through his hair. As he feasted on her breasts, she reminisced about the first time she held him in her arms. Lost in thought, she said, "This isn't the first time your dad has shared those with you."

With a start, she suddenly remembered her husband was waiting. She slid out from beneath her son to retrieve the lotion. He rolled over on his back and she gave him a hand job. Her task complete, she hurriedly got dressed and went to join her husband.

When she entered her bedroom she saw her husband completely nude on top of the covers and sporting an erection.

"Looks like something's going to be pressing on my bladder, I'd better go pee," she said then went hurriedly into the bathroom and closed the door. After removing all her clothing, she dried and powdered her breasts.

From within the bathroom she shouted, "I don't want to waste any time either." She materialized from the bathroom as necked as her husband, mounted him and rode him hard. Once again, they made love twice that night.

June felt responsible when both of her boys were tired the next morning when they got up at 6 AM to go camping. They were going with Theodore's old Boy Scout Troop, something they hadn't done in quite a while. June fixed them a hardy breakfast before sending them on their way.

After their departure, she realized that being up to all hours satisfying two men had made her tired too. Before getting back into bed, she sprinkled some powder on the sheets and removed her pajamas. She pulled the covers over her and stretched, reveling in the smell of the powder and how soft the sheets were against her body. June sighed and was quite content as sleep overtook her.

12

The Friday following the campout, June entered her son's room to find him once again sitting in bed with a sheet covering him below the waist. She retrieved a scrunchie from the pocket of her robe, gathered her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

"Your father can't stop talking about how much fun he had with you on the camping trip," she said as she untied the belt of her robe. She looked into his eyes and opened the robe to him, revealing that she was totally nude with the exception of the black lace panties from her new bra set. His eyes widened. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen and when he tried to tell her so, his voice failed him.

Pleased with his reaction, she let the robe drop to the floor and walked over next to the bed. She stood before him with engorged nipples; thankful that the black panties would mask the wet spot she knew would be there. She loved having his eyes on her and just stood before him, letting him drink her in.

Trying to provoke a verbal response, she slowly turned completely around and asked, "Like what you see, honey?"

He couldn't believe it. He had seen her breasts, but as the Greek philosopher Aristotle said: "The whole is greater than the sum of its parts." Everywhere was glorious roundness with one curve shifting to become another as she turned. His eyes darted around, not wanting to neglect one part of her body for another, yet it was everything appreciated in totality that was truly marvelous. He would have difficulty taking his eyes off a statue made of cold hard stone if it had curves like his mom. Now here she was, standing before him revealing more than he had ever seen in the flesh. For his entire life that splendor had been near him, under her cloths. She was so incredible and she was his mom.

Theodore was mortified when he realized a low rumbling sound was emanating from his throat.

He's so cute when he blushes, his mother thought. Taking pity on him, she pulled back the tented sheet and admired his young cock. She wrapped her fingers around it as she sat down on the bed, just as she had done so many Fridays before. His cock was slick with precum and she milked it to obtain even more. Once the lubrication was evenly distributed, she proceeded to jack him off as she continued her one sided conversation.

"Your dad told me so many nice things. How helpful you were teaching the younger scouts and how much they looked up to you."

Theodore was hypnotized by her swaying breasts as her forearm moved up and down.

"How happy the scoutmasters were that you had returned and that you were the social hit of the campfire."

She scooted next to him and kissed his cheek.

"You made your father very happy and that makes your momma very happy with you."

He felt her hard nipple glide back and forth across his chest as she continued pumping his cock.

"You've become such a good boy."

Looking down, she noticed that more precum had appeared at the tip. This time, she leaned forward and licked it off ever so gently with her tongue.

Still holding his cock, she slid off the bed onto the floor and said, "Put your feet on the floor honey."

As he did, she positioned herself between his thighs and sat on her heels. She smiled up at him then took his cock within her mouth and pursed her lips. She slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth until she was making long strokes. After getting comfortable, she applied some suction and started moving her tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft as she moved up and down.

She wanted it to be special and approached it with the same care she would use in preparing Thanksgiving dinner. She thought of her mouth, lips and tongue as utensils being used to concoct a meal for the man she loved. As she looked up, their eyes met. She was making a memory that they both would cherish. It was such a turn on, knowing that she was giving her son his first blow job, that her pussy tingled.

She held the base of his shaft with one hand while she licked and sucked her way along the underside of his cock. His cock became wet with all the saliva that dripped down from her constant licking and sucking. She began fucking him by moving her hand up and down in pace with her mouth.

After a bit, she started pumping the base half of his cock with her hand while giving head to the top half, giving him the familiar hand job and unfamiliar blow job at the same time. She cupped his balls gently with her free hand then moved her fingers further back to lightly scratch the skin behind his ball sac with her fingernails.

As she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, she briefly considered deep throating him. He didn't look like he could last much longer, so she decided to save that for next time. A few moments later he put his hand gently on the back of her head and started to barely pump his hips, being careful not to hurt her. She felt him become bigger in her mouth.

Then he came, jerking and pumping load after load into her waiting mouth. She sucked him gently, letting his cum flow over her tongue and down her throat. June swallowed most of his cum without releasing the grip her lips had on his cock. When he stopped pumping she loosened her lips and took several deep breaths through her mouth. Then she tightened her lips again and nursed the remaining cum into her mouth.

Just as someone might lick their plate after a delectable meal, she licked around the head and occasionally closed her wet mouth on his shaft until he completely stopped twitching. She tasted her lips, trying to detect a difference between her son and husband with her discerning chef's palate. Giving up, she gave his spent member a parting peck as she stood up. Without saying a word, she put her robe back on, secured the belt and walked towards the door.

Upon reaching the door, she slowly turned to him, pulling down the scrunchie as she did so. Her hair freed, she tossed her head, unfurling her golden mane across her shoulders.

Scrutinizing her son, she said, "I love you honey."

Confused as hell, he replied, "I love you too mom."

13

Crossing the hall, she entered the master bedroom and made a bee line for the bathroom. Ward didn't notice her bare ankles beneath her robe. Once in the bathroom, she changed her panties, put on her pajamas and placed the scrunchie back in her hair. As she emerged from the bathroom, she said, "I'm sorry, I had to pee. Take your pants off." When he noticed that her hair was in a ponytail, Ward was particularly eager to comply. June grabbed his cock and proceeded to give him a blowjob.

Ward knew better than to ever ask her for one, because if he did, the answer would simply be "no." He wasn't aware that his wife wanted her blowjobs to be a special treat. The reason she liked to cook was that she did it so well. She also cherished watching her family enjoy the meals she had prepared for them. Well, she considered herself to be a great little cock sucker and loved to watch her husband go wild as she blew him. That's why she always put her hair in a ponytail. Pulled back, her hair wouldn't block anyone's view. Not her view of her husband's face and not his view of her mouth wrapped around his cock.

She bestowed her "special treat" upon him when he did something sweet or endearing, something that reminded her of why she married him. Sometimes she was more calculating, rewarding good behavior. This time it was a little of both. He was so animated when he came home from camping with their son, so happy and excited to tell her all about it. Then he went shopping with her without a word of complaint. Ward hated shopping, but knew that she enjoyed his company. He knew nothing about fashion, but every once in a while something would catch his eye and he would be right. She tried on one of his rare selections and when she saw the look on his face, she knew then and there that he was in for her "special treat." What made her feel naughty and in control was that he had no idea. She just smiled back at him, keeping her little secret.

Ward came and she sucked him dry. He pulled her up and hugged her. He stroked her hair and gave her forehead a gentle kiss. Normally she enjoyed cuddling, but not tonight, not on a night filled with so many firsts. She had exposed herself to their son and given him his first blowjob. She had watched two men enjoy her "special treat," two men she cared for dearly.

Her pussy was craving a nice hard cock and it was too soon for her husband's to be of any use. She went back down on him and started talking dirty between slurps. She normally considered that vulgar, but this was an emergency.

"I love your big cock. My hot pussy needs it. My pussy's so wet and fuckable."

They were both a little surprised with how soon her words and mouth had the desired effect. Still holding his cock, she straddled him and positioned her soaked entrance at the top of his shaft. Lowering herself, she gave the extra wiggle that was sometimes needed to let his cock slide into her. June stopped about halfway then reached up to take hold of the headboard with both hands. She lifted up again, and then pushed down hard, taking him to the root.

"Fuck, your cock feels so good," she cried out. "Harder, honey."

Ward couldn't do it any harder because he hadn't even moved yet, but he wasn't about to argue. He seized her hips and did his best to keep up. In short order his wife began to convulse and he was soon to follow.

After releasing the headboard and collapsing, she clung to her husband tightly, her arms around his neck and her legs clasped around his thigh.

When he was able, he asked, "Wow, what got into you?"

Between breaths, she snapped, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth."

Ward had been married long enough to know when it was time to shut up.

14

Family life had never been better until a few weeks later when Ward caught Theodore checking out his mother on the sly. That part didn't bother Ward. It was even to be expected given what his plan had stirred up. What bothered him was catching his wife looking back. To make matters worse, he had to go out of town for a medical convention. He didn't want to go, but he was a speaker and had a poster presentation.

He was well aware how much June enjoyed sex and giving their son hand jobs on a routine basis had to have broken down some barriers. He felt old and inadequate. There was no way he could keep up with someone his son's age in the sex department. Then he smiled hopefully, reminding himself that a woman as sexy as his wife could have any man she wanted. June had chosen him and had remained faithful all these years. "I should be OK," he said, trying his best to reassure himself.

June had just returned from taking Ward to the airport when her son burst into the house and found her at the sink. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He started kneading her breasts and whispered, "Hi mom" in her ear.

She turned around to hug him and he immediately started unbuttoning her blouse. "Save that for Friday when we're in your room, you know the rules," his mother said as she grabbed and held his wrists.

"But dad's not here, he can't catch us."

"You're right, but he trusts us. I feel bad enough already for what we've been doing. Let's act as if he's still here this week."

Theodore pulled out a chair for her at the kitchen table and said, "We need to talk."

She sat down and he seated himself across from her. "My science project is turning out better than anyone expected and Mr. Harrison said I have a chance of winning the science fair."

"That's wonderful honey. I'm so proud of all the work you've done. See what you can do when you put your mind to it."

"Well, you get some of the credit mom. I was wondering if I could get a reward if I were to actually win the fair."

His mother looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What kind of reward?"

"I was thinking that we could have sex."

"We're already having sex," she said.

"Well, technically we're not according to President Clinton," Theodore corrected.

"Did you learn that in history class?"

"No, but..."

"Forget it," she interrupted. "I'm your mother and I'm married to your father."

"Hear me out mom. Let's take those points one by one. It's taboo to have sex with close relatives because you might have a defective kid. We have birth control now."

"I'm still a married woman," she quipped.

"That's right, but why is it bad to have an affair? It's because it breaks up families. People fall in love with someone new and leave their spouse. That's not going to happen with us. Have you seen the trailers for the movie 'Friends with Benefits?'"

He continued without giving her a chance to respond, "The concept is that you have sex with a friend without becoming romantically involved. It's better than a cheap affair with someone you don't know because a friend cares about you as a person. It would be even better for us. Your mother cares about you more than a friend ever would and you're not going to run away with her and get married. You would be my 'Mother with Benefits.'"

His mother looked at him with her mouth agape in stunned silence.

Theodore continued, "We've already proven that we're able to compartmentalize what we've already done. Our relationship hasn't suffered at all. You still nag me to clean up my room. You remain my mother and I remain your son."

June seemed to wake up and said, "I thought what we've already done wasn't sex."

Her son smiled and said, "That's true, but what we've already done has tested our mother son relationship and we passed. There are other benefits too. I could get a sexually transmitted infection from someone else or get some girl pregnant and ruin my life."

June thought of his father and said, "That would be true for most boys, but not you. You're too smart for that. You would use a condom every time."

"Condoms break mom. Plus, I've never had real sex and you could show me how to use a condom properly so it doesn't break."

June tried not to grin and said, "I know you have an aptitude for math and science, but maybe you should consider going into sales."

Theodore disregarded the complement and continued, "Who better than your mom to teach you about sex and to get your confidence up? Think of it as 'Home Schooling.' I'm a much better kisser than I was because of you. Haven't you noticed an improvement mom? How am I doing with your breasts? I want you to be my first mom; it's something I can cherish for the rest of my life."





Noticing that her son had stopped talking, she said, "That's a tad dramatic, but I appreciate the sentiment. I'm so stunned and flustered that I don't know what to say or if I can even cook dinner. Let's not talk about it anymore for the time being. We can go out to get something to eat later, but I don't want to talk about it at dinner either, so don't bring up the subject."

15

While getting ready to go eat she gazed at herself in the mirror and thought, How did it come to this? My son wants to fuck me and I want to let him.

She brushed her hair and was applying her lipstick when she froze in sudden realization. The answer to her question was not just staring her in the face, it was on it. All she had to do was give Ward a heads up about the lipstick experiment. He could have noticed that she stopped wearing lipstick at home and that would have been the end of it. June was forced to admit, it came to this because she wanted it to.

They went to a family style restaurant and ate in silence with the exception of sporadic attempts at small talk. As the tension dissipated between them, Theodore began to periodically say, "I love you mom," with a mischievous grin. His mother was irritated at first, but as he continued this practice, he wore her down until she was suppressing a laugh. They didn't say much of anything on the way home, but when he said, "I love you mom," one more time, she tousled his hair.

They entered the house in silence. As soon as the door was closed, he faced her and took her arms in his hands. They gazed bashfully at each other, neither of them knowing what to do until he saw her lips glistening in the dim light. They appeared to be wet and particularly inviting since he had never kissed them when she was wearing lipstick. He drew her to him until their mouths were inches apart. He could feel her heated breath as he parted his lips and pressed them to hers.

Her painted lips were moist and seemed to glide across his with greater ease than he remembered. When his probing tongue touched her closed lips, he applied a slight pressure and felt them open slightly. When their tongues touched, there was a moment's hesitation before she responded with hers. When her warm lips finally relaxed and melted against his, he knew she had surrendered for the time being. He wrapped his arms around her, savoring their kiss for as long as he could before reluctantly pulling away.

After regaining her composure, she sighed and said, "It would seem that we've perfected your kissing."

He responded with, "I love you mom," and they both laughed.

"I love you too honey. You make it hard for a girl to say no."

Theodore pulled her into a snugger embrace and moved one hand down to her very touchable ass. As they kissed, he pushed his hard cock against her and could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He wasn't sure but he thought her nipples were hard as well.

They necked for several minutes before he made an attempt at her breast. He gently squeezed it through the material of her dress and bra. She had second thoughts and slowly pushed his hand away, but he kept bringing it back. It wasn't long before he was quite positive that her nipples were hard.

When she no longer pushed him away, he took her hand into his. Despite her uncertainty, she allowed him to guide her out of the entryway. June knew where they were going, but didn't have the willpower to object. Lust overcame her better judgment as she followed him up the stairs to his bedroom and stood beside his bed.

Standing there, she realized something about herself. She took great pleasure in sex, but not casual sex. That simple fact made it possible her to remain a faithful wife and respectable mother. It was disturbing when Ward first suggested that she motivate their son with sex, but now she understood the real cause of her distress. The idea would have simply died if Ward had suggested another man. Instead, he had suggested someone she loved and the idea took root and grew beyond her control.

As they embraced, she felt him running his fingertips up and down over the zipper of her dress. June remained silent as she felt the zipper being lowered and her dress sliding down her body to the floor. As they continued to kiss, he moved a hand behind her to find the hooks of her bra. He had previously put one of her bras around the back of a chair and practiced unhooking it. A satisfied smile appeared on his face when he achieved his goal with one hand.

When she felt her breasts spring free she slowly backed away from her son and hunched her shoulders, allowing her bra to fall to her arms. He took a strap in each hand. As he was pulling it from her, she stood up straight and looked into his eyes. After dropping her bra on the floor, he placed his hands on her hips and took his time admiring the round moons of her creamy white flesh.

Then his focus returned to her face where he noticed some fine wrinkles and hoped that he hadn't been the cause of too many of them. His appraisal complete, he conclusively said, "Mom, to me you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

His words were as unexpected as they were heartfelt. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the buttons on her son's shirt. Unable to see clearly, her hands faltered as she unfastened them. After the final button, she opened his shirt wide to get it off his shoulders and pulled it down.

His bare chest was touching her hard nipples when they kissed again. As they embraced, Theodore lowered them both to his bed. He kissed his way down her neck to her full, ripe breasts then suckled an engorged nipple. Not wanting to leave her other breast unattended, he cupped and kneaded it while his thumb and index finger paid special attention to its rubbery nipple.

After several minutes Theodore's mouth moved to sample her opposite breast and several minutes after that he sat up to look at his mom. His gaze followed the slope of her long waist to the lace trimmed band that hugged the flare of her hips. From there his attention shifted to her flat stomach and the tiny bow above the triangle of satin that covered her pussy. The bow was merely decorative but symbolized a boundary he had never crossed.

June felt his hand move lower and knew that this was her last chance. If she didn't stop him now, she never would. Then his hand reached the crotch of her panties and pressed. The dampness and pressure caused his middle finger to slide between her lips and into her slit.

She had visited his cock many times over the last several Fridays, but this was the first time he had any contact with her pussy since he was born. The sensation was so overpowering that what little remained of her resolve instantly vanished. She knew that tonight she was going to let her son do what only his father had done before. When she felt a tug on the waistband of her soaked panties, she readily elevated her hips to make it easier for him.

Then, for the first time, she was completely naked before her only child. Her eyes had been closed. She opened them to discover him standing above her, looking at where he came into the world. She set up on the bed and her hands went to his belt. She looked up at him and smiled as she began to undress him. June was so lost in his eyes that it surprised her when she noticed his penis standing out high and firm before her.

Her focus now on his cock, she grasped it and pulled him towards her as she spread her thighs. She freed his cock and seized his broad swimmer's shoulders, supporting herself as he lowered them both. June shifted her hips making his rigid shaft glide over her wet lips as he relocated above her.

When her back touched the bed, she released his shoulders and slid each hand down his hard body to his chest. As they kissed she slipped her hands further down to hold his narrow hips as he situated himself between her accommodating thighs. He looked at her with a sheepish grin as his hand moved downward from her left thigh to her calf. Taking it in his hand, he guided it around to his lower back.

June shifted her hips again and lifted her right leg to join the left, wrapping them both around her son. While Theodore was obviously young and virile, he lacked the confidence that comes with experience. Anyone else might have missed it, but his mother could clearly see his nervousness as he lingered above her.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, stroking his cheek with her fingers, "You'll do fine."

She steadied herself and positioned his erection at her entrance. With her other hand she reached down and parted the folds of her sex, opening her body to him. When their eyes locked an awkward grin gradually appeared on both their faces. Then, with a nod of her head, June wordlessly welcomed her son back to his point of origin.

Her pussy accepted the head of his cock but nothing more. He pulled back and pressed again but his attempts were clumsy and awkward. He was able to make short jabs but made little progress until his mom skillfully rotated her hips and pushed back against his thrust. Then he felt the head of his shaft slip past the constriction at her entrance and sink into the clinging warmth between her parted thighs. The journey downward was sheer bliss and he froze when he hit bottom. He couldn't imagine being closer to anyone than he was right now with the contours of mother's body molded to his and her inner walls wrapped lovingly around his cock.

Theodore wasn't sure how long their bodies had remained entwined when he felt her hands glide to his hips and urge him into motion with a prodding touch. He had just found a steady rhythm when he recognized a budding orgasm and stopped.

June smiled up at him and played with the hair on the back of his head before drawing him down into a kiss.

"Don't worry about me honey; we have all week," she whispered into his ear.

Then Theodore buried his face in his mother's neck and tried to just concentrate on breathing. The scent of her shampoo didn't help matters, so he ended up doing some math.

After he collected himself, he supported his weight on his elbows and found a long, easy tempo. Her breasts began to slide up and down against his chest as he began moving faster, working his packed cock in and out of her. She planted her feet on the bed and began rocking her pelvis, thrusting her ravenous pussy up at him, wanting him in her as deep as possible. Theodore thought the reason he had difficulty getting into his mom was because she was so tight, but now he felt the velvet confines of her pussy grip him tighter still.

"You feel so good honey," June moaned. "Fuck me harder, you won't hurt me."

His mother's wanton encouragement and use of a bad word shattered almost everything he had achieved in trying to calm himself. He was so glad that he had decided to peel one off in the shower before they went to eat. If not for that, he would have been done by now.

Theodore slid his right hand down to anchor her hip as she continued to enthusiastically rock her pelvis. Holding her hip, he began pumping faster to keep pace with her. When a rigid nipple brushed against his chest, he raised himself to capture her breast, squeezing it as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Now that there was some space between them, he could see his glistening cock moving in and out between the pink folds of her saturated pussy.

June was focusing on her son's face and making his first time special when she had a slight orgasm.

"Oh," she cried out in surprise.

Instinctively she arched her back and pulled him into her hard, grinding her clit against him for a few moments before resuming her rolling undulations.

That was all Theodore could take.

When June felt her son tense up for the second time, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered in his ear, "I'm ready baby, just let it go."

Violent shudders wracked his being as he unloaded into her.

"Oh honey," she sighed as her child came. She clung to him as stream after stream of his young seed filled her.

Apparently Theodore's orgasm triggered something deep within her, because as his was in progress, her entire body went rigid.

"Oh my... God," she moaned long and forcefully, her vaginal walls squeezing tightly on his cock, spasmodically milking him.

He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders as she threw her head back. Her entire body began quivering as wave after wave of contractions passed through it. Electricity seemed to flow from mother to son as her organism intensified his.

Once his orgasm was complete, all Theodore could do was to hold his mom while she was twitching, contracting and convulsing over and over. After her orgasm subsided, she lay motionless. When she hadn't moved for almost a minute, Theodore became concerned and asked, "Mom, are you OK?" All she could manage to do in response was to lift her hand to cup his cheek and smile.

Along with heat, the warmth of affection emanated from their entangled bodies as they basked in the afterglow. Touching, caressing and kissing. Theodore's penis slipped from his mother's pussy as he rolled onto his side next to her. The bedroom was quiet except for the sound of their breathing when June suddenly clenched her thighs together.

"Quick honey, get me a towel or we're going to have a mess." Theodore found a towel and watched as she crammed it between her thighs, then carefully separated them. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed as their blended fluids drained from her.

"You're a wonderful lover," she said as he rejoined her in bed. She reached around her neck and pulled her hair to the side to bare it for him. She seemed to melt as her son lean into her. Her skin was soft, warm and covered with a glistening film of sweat.

"You're the one that's amazing mom." Then, with a mischievous grin, Theodore said, "I love you mom" and they both laughed uncontrollably. As their laughter subsided, he lowered his lips to her flesh and began nibbling the gentle slope of her neck as he hugged her.

"I hope I didn't disappoint you," she said, looking self-conscious.

"You didn't disappoint me as a woman or as a mother. No one could have a better introduction to sex than you just gave me. To be safe with someone who loves you, who doesn't care if you don't know what you're doing, and who puts your welfare first. Those are the qualities of a devoted mother. That's the best gift anyone could receive and it will always be one of my fondest memories." Then he held her tighter to better feel her body against his.

Their cuddling paused briefly when Theodore said, "Something just occurred to me. You didn't give me a gift, you gave me a present."

"What's the difference?" his mother inquired.

He smiled and replied, "Your panties had a bow on them. When you put a bow on a gift it becomes a present."

June poked him in the ribs then admitted, "At least you're properly appreciative of your 'present.'"

"Never throw those panties away," Theodore insisted.

June laughed and promised not to. His words made her feel much better. She was no longer the faithful wife and respectable mother she once was, but her son still cared for her. Their daily conversations in the kitchen had gradually made them friends in addition to mother and son. For the first time she saw him as an adult and knew that he would make some lucky girl a wonderful husband one day. As they lay together leisurely running their hands over one another's bodies, something occurred to June that produced a wicked grin. Until that day, she had a "Son with Benefits."

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For the following week June continued her practice of completely removing her lipstick when she got home from work. But now, instead of letting her lips remain unadorned, she began to apply a different flavor lipstick each day. Next, she would prepare a snack and meet her son in the kitchen where they would discuss the events of their day just like before. Except now, with the entire house to themselves, their make out sessions took a predictable course.

Each day a trail of clothing could be followed to a different room of the house. Theodore convinced his mom to have sex on the kitchen counter next to the sink, on the washing machine during the spin cycle and in his car. They even had sex on the dining room table. Thanksgiving dinner would never be the same. By the end of the week they had sex in every room except the master bedroom. Theodore didn't want to have sex there. That room was exclusively for his parents.

Theodore was young and able to recover quickly, enabling them to sample many positions. June couldn't resist being greedy, guiding him to the ones she liked best. She also instructed him on how to please a woman, rationalizing it would benefit him in the future. She made a game of deciding which flavor lipstick they liked best so it could be saved for special occasions. All the while she reminded him that once his father returned, Friday nights in his room would be the only time they could be together.

Theodore and his mother did everything they could think of to be careful. They took a break from sex each evening to have dinner and preemptively call Ward. Otherwise, he might call when they were short of breath and unable to talk. They had sex in Theodore's car only when it was in the garage. June thought about giving the housekeeper the week off, but reconsidered. Ward paid her and he might be suspicious if they changed their normal routine the week he was gone. For the same reason they continued going to work and school.

The housekeeper had a key to the house and ordinarily used it while June was at work. Just to be extra careful, they latched the doors when they were home so she couldn't get in even with her key. To make sure the housekeeper didn't discover anything she shouldn't, all they had to do was pick up their clothing from the floor and spray Fabreze odor eliminator in each room after having sex. They wound up doing a few extra loads of laundry too.

They had many reasons for taking every precaution, but they boiled down to two main groups. They didn't want to breakup their family or hurt Ward. He was a good man and they both loved him. It was his idea to share his wife to help his son and they were grateful. They rationalized that as long as he didn't find out how far they had gone, Ward was actually better off. He was better off because he was getting more sex and both of them were treating him better because of their guilt and gratitude.

Theodore started going to scout meetings again purely because he knew how much his father would like it. He went on the campout for the same reason, but now he was glad he went because it made him feel just a little less guilty about what he was doing behind his dad's back. They reasoned that it was like stealing money from someone and returning it with interest before they found out.

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Ward talked himself into being secure about his wife before he left for the meeting. June called him every night and everything seemed to be fine. In spite of this, he became less and less confident as each day passed. He had the time to reflect upon his life. Here he was a big shot at a national meeting and all he could think about was his family. By the time he came home, he had worked himself into a tizzy.

Nothing seemed to have changed when June picked him up at the airport. Just to make sure, he asked, "How did it go while I was gone?"

"It went fine," June replied as naturally as she could.

"You mean to tell me that I left you here alone with Theodore and nothing happened?" He knew that no red blooded American boy could spend a week alone with a woman who had been giving him hand jobs without trying for more.

Thinking fast, June said, "Well, he talked me into letting him spend one of his A's on a day other than Friday."

Ward was well aware how much his wife liked sex and how close she was to their son. His suspicions were tearing him apart and he needed to know where he stood. "Look, it was my idea to use his attraction to you and your sexual favors to motivate him. It worked better than I dreamed, but now I think you and Theodore may have gone a great deal further. The bottom line is, I need to know if you fucked him or not."





June panicked and started rambling. She reassured him that Theodore knew his place and that she was only going to their son's room because he had allowed it. She explained how both of them seemed to have a capacity to compartmentalize their relationship, remaining mother and son in all other aspects of their lives.

After a pause she added, "What happens in his room stays in his room."

June's repeated use of the word "room" prompted her to recall all the rooms she and her son had christened throughout the house. All of a sudden she felt heat rise to her face as those memories flooded back. That caused her to become even more rattled and then the floodgates opened.

She ended up telling Ward everything, taking all the blame for herself and apologizing for crossing that line without his permission. It was such a turn on that they left his luggage in the car and ran to their room where they fucked the rest of the night.

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They woke up hungry but had sex one more time before having a late breakfast. Ward was at peace with how the situation had evolved. He hadn't wanted to admit it, even to himself, but the thought of his wife and son together was stimulating. He wanted to be mad, but the scientist within him couldn't deny the facts. Sex hadn't been as good as last night since their honeymoon. Both his family life and sex life improved when his wife started motivating their son. He had never been more content.

If June had let any other man fuck her, he would have divorced her without a second thought. He would have been devastated, but would have learned to live without her. Ward considered marriage to be a lifelong sharing of both the good and the bad. An affair was like a stranger dropping in for desert. They obviously had a lifelong relationship with their son. He was a good kid and would be there for them during any bad times that might come their way. Maybe that was why he wasn't mad.

He was admiring his wife's cleavage across the breakfast table when he said, "You should start wearing sports bras around the house again. You don't want to end up like your mom."

Wounded, June asked, "What if I do?"

Confused, Ward asked, "What if you do what?"

"End up like my mother."

Ward smiled and asked, "Are you my girl?"

June looked down at the table and answered, "I want to be."

"Well then, we're stuck with each other. I'll just have to pick up 'the twins' and do the best I can."

June's eyes clouded up and she blinked them several times until they were clear again.

Ward didn't know it, but he'd just earned himself a blow job, maybe two.

"All three of us seem to share the ability to compartmentalize this whole thing," he told his wife. "When we sit down to dinner we look like an episode of 'Leave It to Beaver.'" After a pause, he chuckled and added, "Pun intended. I think that's why it's so naughty and enjoyable for me."

"You can keep motivating Theodore just the way you have been, but only when I allow it. I don't want to know anything about what you two do except when I ask you to tell me in our bedroom. We won't discuss it anyplace else and I'll never discuss it with Theodore at all. I don't ever want him to bring up the subject with me either. Outside of our respective bedrooms, we're the typical American family.

We both know how vocal you can get during sex, so I plan on finding some kind of activity that meets on Friday nights. Maybe bowling, you can bowl year round. When I come home to my loving family I want no evidence of what went on while I was gone. Theodore mentioned a science fair. If he does something outstanding, we can reward him with something in addition to Friday nights. When we go on vacation I can come home a day earlier than you two, something like that. Just make sure he's aware that the gift is from both of us, because you are, and always will be, my girl."

June readily agreed to his new plan and said, "I'll make sure Theodore knows, but I want you to know something too. The thought of losing you scared some sense into me. Our marriage is more important to me than I ever realized."

"Theodore and I both love you. You can change your mind whenever you want. Just say the word and we will completely stop all inappropriate activity. We'll go back to being a regular mother and son, no questions asked."

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Ward sat in the family room thinking about his wife and son. They had offered to end their affair totally, but Ward had given them permission to continue with certain conditions: He didn't want to see any evidence of the affair or ever discuss it with his son. Also, sex was limited to Friday nights when Theodore had the grades to pay for it or any other time Ward might decide to reward his son for exceptionally good behavior.

When a line from an old song popped into his head, he had an epiphany. If asked, June and Theodore might be able to permanently end their affair, but would they be able to turn it on and off each Friday night? Fittingly, the song was sung by "The Temptations" and the line was, "A taste of honey is worse than none at all." If he allowed his son to keep tasting his mother's "honey" on Friday nights, he seriously doubted if Theodore would be able to resist asking her for more at other times.

He recalled the days when his son was close to his mother, before his downward spiral. He could play his mother like a fiddle, getting almost anything he wanted. Well, now they were close again and she was sure to yield to his advances sooner or later.

Ward was a sly devil. He decided to make the best of the facts as they were. It would be great fun for Theodore to seduce his mother into breaking the rules. June would also enjoy resisting. Sneaking around would be exciting for them and entertaining for him. He could randomly come home unexpectedly on a day other than Friday.

Of course he didn't want to catch them. If he did, it would put an end to everyone's fun. He would take is time coming in from the garage and linger in the kitchen, giving them time to make themselves presentable. Sitting in his easy chair, remote control in hand, he pictured himself as a benevolent puppet master, pulling the strings for his families benefit. "That should keep things fresh," he said out loud.

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When it became time for Theodore to choose a university, an important consideration was finding one close enough for him to come home every Friday. Before he left for college, June purchased a box of condoms which they used until she was confident he could use them properly. As she helped him pack for college, she slipped in the condoms they didn't use.

Theodore treasured everything his mom had done for him. He promised her that he would never go bareback with anyone else until he was married. June suppressed a smile when he made his pledge. He was so adorable and sincere. In fact, his mom was so moved that it earned him a going away blow job.

Theodore's free time at school was somewhat limited because he had to study and he preferred to go home most weekends. As he became more and more accustomed to college life, he found some time to date. Sometimes a date would tell him that she was on the pill and there was no need to worry. Theodore was too smart for that and would just smile and say, "You can never be too careful."

Even if they were telling the truth about being on the pill, they may not have been taking it properly. His mom told him that with the new "low dose" pills, you can get pregnant if you only miss a single day. He also didn't want to bring a nasty sexually transmitted infection home to his mom and dad.

Some weekends Theodore couldn't make it home because of a school function. When he came home the following weekend, Ward would often announce that he had something he needed to do for a couple of hours on Saturday or Sunday.

Ward was very pleased when Theodore made the honor roll, but warned that if his grades fell, the proper remedy would be for him to remain at college and study.

With all the motivation Theodore received, he couldn't help but do well. In fact, he did so well that he was going to graduate Summa Cum Laude. Many of his relatives wanted to be there, so they reserved several hotel rooms and essentially had a family reunion. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins were all understandably proud, but the proudest of them all were his parents.

When they returned home from graduation, Ward surprised them both with reservations to a fancy restaurant located downtown near his work. He volunteered to be the designated driver so the guest of honor and his mother could drink. Everyone got dressed up and dinner was fantastic. June looked incredible in her favorite "little black dress" and both of her men told her that she was the best looking woman in the place, which she was.

When they were about to leave, Ward got a call. He hung up and said, "They need me at the hospital."

June, who was clearly intoxicated, winked at him and said, "Why are they calling you darling, we're both officially still on vacation?"

Ward recovered quickly and replied, "I don't know, but I'm close and they need me. You can't drive yourselves home because you've been drinking. If I take you two with me, I don't know how long you'll be stuck at the hospital."

Fortunately, the restaurant was located in a nice hotel and Ward could just pick them up the next day.

Ward checked them in and returned with a key card that he gave to Theodore before shaking his hand. "Congratulations again son," he said with obvious pride, and then escorted them both to an elevator.

Once they were inside, he reached in to push the button for their floor and said, "Goodnight." Before the doors closed, June gave him a big kiss and silently congratulated herself for being married to such a wonderful man.

June lost her balance when the elevator started moving and Theodore caught her. She giggled and said, "I seem to be a bit tipsy." They embraced and kissed until they felt the elevator slow for their floor. When the doors opened, they were standing several feet apart in case anyone they knew was at the hotel.

Once safely within their room they hurriedly returned to each other's arms. As they kissed, Theodore could feel his mother's breasts heaving against his chest with each inhalation. He didn't think it was possible, but her lips seemed even more inviting than usual.

"Excuse me for a minute," June said with a reluctant sigh as she backed away from her son. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself and slipped off her high heels.

"That's better," she exclaimed as she opened her evening bag and began rummaging around for their special flavor lipstick.

Finding it, she stumbled over to the bathroom vanity which had a large mirror and a facial tissue dispenser. June used a tissue to wipe her lips bare before beginning the process of repainting them. Theodore was admiring his mother's reflection when it occurred to him that he hadn't told her how special she was in quite a while.

"Mom, I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you do for me."

"You mean our 'special Fridays?'" June asked with a smirk.

Theodore blushed and answered, "Well of course I appreciate that, but I was also thinking of all the regular mom stuff you do. I just want you to know that I don't take any of it for granted.

Her eyes met his in the mirror. He looked so handsome standing there in his suit. After a moment she said, "No one could ask for a better son."

"I haven't always been a good son," Theodore confessed. "I wouldn't have graduated without you mom. I wouldn't have gotten all those job interviews and the whole family wouldn't have been proud of me."

When she grabbed another tissue, Theodore noticed tears welling up in her beautiful blue eyes.

"My makeup is going to be ruined if you keep saying things like that," she scolded.

"I was hoping to ruin it one way or another," her son admitted.

June grinned and resumed applying the lipstick. "Your graduation present should look nice before you open it"

"Nice?" he objected. "I've never seen you look more beautiful than you do tonight mom. You're glowing."

"Well thank you son." After some thought she speculated, "That might be the alcohol."

Confused, Theodore asked, "What might be the alcohol?"

"My glow might be because I've been drinking."

"Honey," she went on to explain. "You don't realize the full extent of what your father has done for you. Not only did he come up with a scheme that places me alone with you, he also got me drunk. He's aware that when I'm drunk, I'm not quite the lady I typically am."

Theodore smiled and said, "Then dad's even luckier than I thought."

Lips painted, she staggered back to him and said in a throaty voice, "You have no idea."

Theodore raised his eyebrows and she continued, "For example, I normally don't like dirty talk."

He could feel her warm breath as she leaned against him and whispered into his ear, "Your dad is so delighted with you that he gave you my pussy. My tight little pussy is yours until checkout, as many times as you can put it to good use. It's wet and ready for you."

Theodore thought he was already hard, but he instantly got harder.

Pleased with her son's reaction, June continued, "Alcohol not only lowers my inhibitions, it also provides me with an excuse for doing naughty things."

She took his hand and brought his index finger to her mouth where she leisurely licked it. After sliding the wet finger slowly up and down across her twin mounds, she looked up at him and said, "I've always wondered why you've never asked to fuck my tits. If you want, we can remedy that tonight. You can cum all over them or you can finish in my mouth. I don't want my baby to grow old regretting that he never fucked 'the twins.'"

After giving her son's hand a parting squeeze, June made her way to the bed with a sensual swaying of her hips. She began absently humming as she busied herself turning back the covers. It took a moment for Theodore to place the tune and when the lyrics came to mind, he couldn't help but smile.

"Mama's got a squeeze box

She wears on her chest

And when Daddy comes home

He never gets no rest

'Cause she's playing all night

And the music's all right

Mama's got a squeeze box

Daddy never sleeps at night."

The End Ch. 01

For you younger people, search for "Squeeze Box" by "The Who" and give it a listen.

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SQUEEZE BOX

Squeeze box is a colloquial expression for a musical instrument that has a hand driven bellows such as an accordion.

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BEAVER: ANIMAL, PUSSY & TELEVISION SERIES

The beaver (genus Castor) is a furry, semi-aquatic rodent. Their colonies create one or more dams in streams to provide still, deep water to protect against predators and to float food and building material. Much of the early exploration of North America was driven by the quest for this animal's pelt which was used to make clothing, top-hats and merkins. A merkin is a pubic wig. Merkins were originally worn by women after shaving their pubic hair in an effort to combat pubic lice (a.k.a. crabs) and by prostitutes to cover up signs of disease, such as syphilis. Today, merkins are worn during film making to prevent inadvertent exposure of the genitalia during nude scenes. Lucy Lawless was fitted for a merkin for Spartacus: Blood and Sand.

The term "beaver" is American slang for female genitalia or pussy. However, given its origin, the term should apply only to the "furry" portion. The first known published use of "beaver" in this context occurred in 1927 in an anthology of American folk verse: "She took off her clothes from her head to her toes and a voice at the keyhole yelled, "Beaver!"

"Leave It to Beaver" was an American television situation comedy (1957 -1963) that attained iconic status exemplifying the idealized suburban family of the mid-20th century. It was about an inquisitive but often naïve boy named Theodore "The Beaver" Cleaver (portrayed by Jerry Mathers) and his adventures at home, in school, and around his suburban neighborhood. The show also starred Barbara Billingsley and Hugh Beaumont as Beaver's parents, June and Ward Cleaver.

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KISSING BOOTH

A kissing booth was a carnival attraction where the person running the booth kissed customers for money, often to raise funds for charity. Customarily, no tongue was involved. Today, dogs are commonly placed in the booth to raise money for a charity such as the Humane Society. In this case, tongue is always involved.

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CONDITIONED REFLEX

The concept for which Dr. Ivan Pavlov is famous is the "conditioned reflex." He noticed that dogs tended to salivate before food was actually delivered to their mouths. He developed an experiment where he would ring a bell when he fed his dogs. Initially, the dogs salivated due to the food, but after some time with the bell, the dogs would salivate after just hearing the bell with no food required.

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SEX DRIVE IN WOMEN

All women naturally have very low levels of testosterone. One theory is that women with a high sex drive have a greater number of testosterone receptors on their cells or receptors that are more sensitive to testosterone. Thus, the natural low level of testosterone in these women would have a greater effect. Women with a very high sex drive are uncommon enough to have a special name: nymphomaniac. Men with a very high sex drive are common and are just called men.

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FEMALE BREASTS

The breasts of the human female are unique in the animal world. Other species of primates produce an abundant supply of milk for their offspring without developing well-defined hemispherical breasts.

According to one hypothesis the breasts we know today are an evolutionary side-effect of bipedal locomotion. Walking upright gave our ancestors an edge by freeing up appendages for carrying things, manipulating tools and having a higher vantage point when they walked on the ground. Walking upright also meant that the round buttocks that attracted the male were no longer at eye level. Females that deployed similar round shapes at eye level were more attractive to males and therefore had a selective advantage.

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COOPER'S DROOPERS

Cooper's ligaments are connective tissue in the breast that helps maintain structural integrity. They are named for Astley Cooper, who first described them in 1840. Ward considered himself quite clever when back in medical school he coined the term "Cooper's Droopers" to describe sagging breasts and shared it with his fellow students as a device to remember the ligaments name.

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ORAL SEX ISN'T SEX

From 1995 to 1997 United States President Bill Clinton received blow jobs from White House intern Monica Lewinsky in the Oval Office. Mr. Clinton did not consider blow jobs to be sex. One of the best-known sound bites of his presidency was, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky."

According to a 2007 survey only 20% of college students think of oral-genital contact as having sex. This represents a dramatic and abrupt decrease since 1991, when a similar survey found that nearly twice as many young adults would classify oral-genital contact as sex.

Researchers point to President Clinton's notorious statement, "I did not have sexual relations with that woman," as the pivotal turning point in society's changing views about oral sex. This attitude shift has been called the "Clinton-Lewinsky" effect.





A Mother with Benefits Ch. 02





Mom discovers she likes to be of service.


I mention a song in the story that has multiple videos on YouTube. It's a fun song and I think you will find it enjoyable even if you don't read my story. Please search for Strokin' by Clearence Carter and pick the first one on the list (the one with the most hits).

I used footnotes or pop ups once again. Feel free to skip them. The story will still be understandable if you do.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older.



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Theodore was able to find a great job in his hometown after completing college. He liked the people he worked with and he was first-rate at what he did. The good news regarding his mom was that he no longer had to make the long drive home or earn good grades to be with her. The bad news was he wasn't sure how long it would last. Theodore always assumed that what his mom euphemistically called their "Friday night fun" would end soon after graduation. He was pleasantly surprised when his mother explained that it didn't have to. His father was apparently very impressed with how well he took to his new job and would allow things to continue for the time being.

June had been with her husband long enough to know that Ward wasn't just pleased with their son; he was also pleased with himself. After they had discussed allowing Theodore to continue the affair, June said, "Go ahead and say it, I know you want to."

"Say what?" Ward asked with an innocent look on his face.

"That it was your idea and now Theodore has a good job."

Ward laughed and said, "That's true, but you did all the "work."

"You cared enough about our son's future to allow me to."

"We both cared about his future," Ward replied.

June took him by the hand and said, "Why don't we go upstairs and do a little "work" ourselves."



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Theodore joined his parents for dinner on Friday's. To work up an appetite, he would swim in their lap pool. It was housed in a glass enclosure that resembled a greenhouse. There was also exercise equipment and a small shower in the corner which they used to rinse off the chlorine after a swim.

His mom had recently purchased a blue bikini exclusively for sunbathing. She figured that if she were lying down, the lack of support would do "the twins" no harm. June would lounge by the pool and work on her tan while she watched her son swim. The swim was invigorating for Theodore and so was looking at his mom, especially now that she was going to remain on the menu.

The meal was always outstanding and they enjoyed catching up on what had transpired during the previous week. After dinner, Ward would excuse himself to go bowling and Theodore would help his mom clear the table. He still enjoyed watching her bend over as she loaded the dishwasher. Aware of this, June would discreetly unbutton a couple of buttons on her blouse after Ward departed. Theodore would hand her one item at a time and she would inwardly smile. When everything seemed to be in order, June would scan the kitchen one last time. If satisfied, she would remove her apron and take Theodore by the hand. Without saying a word, she would lead him upstairs.

Most of the time her goal was his old bedroom, but sometimes she had other ideas. Instead of entering the room, she would kiss him on the cheek and release his hand outside the door. That was her signal for him to wait inside. Theodore would watch her hips swing as she proceeded down the hall to her room where she would change into something new or special.

Theodore's room hadn't changed since high school. His dad joked that it was a shrine maintained by his mother. It was filled with numerous Boy Scout patches and swimming trophies. There was also a blue ribbon from his grandparents. They won it for having the best front yard in town and had presented it to Theodore because of all the help he had given them.

After their "Friday night fun," they would shower together. Sometimes the shower would lead to even more fun. After the shower, Theodore appreciated yet another example of his mother's thoughtfulness. June also maintained his old underwear and sock drawers. He would put his underwear and socks in the hamper and they would be in the proper drawers the following week.

Theodore always left his parent's house before his dad got back from bowling. When he walked down their sidewalk, he was well fed, serviced and clean. When he took his car in for routine maintenance, they would adjust what needed adjusting, check the fluid levels and run it through the car wash. If his car had feelings, it would feel like he did on Friday nights when he waved goodbye to his mother.



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Theodore and his mom did their best to respect Ward's wishes when he was in the house. There was no flirting. Looking around the dinner table or around the pool, an outside observer would never suspect anything was going on.

Theodore and his dad maintained a very close relationship. Sometimes he would return to his parent's house bright and early the next day to go camping or fishing with his dad.

On one particular Saturday he noticed a pattern. His parents were always more affectionate towards each other at breakfast than they were at dinner the night before. Theodore suspected that the two of them got busy when his dad got home from bowling, but there was no way he was going to ask his mom for conformation.

There were some subjects Theodore and his mom never spoke about. One of them was his parent's sex life. Of course Theodore knew they had sex, but the specifics were never mentioned. Another subject never discussed was how much his mom told his dad about their sex life. Did Ward know that they had done it in almost every room that week he was away or what positions they used? Some things were best left unknown.



4



Theodore never put much effort into finding women his own age. Never the less, he always seemed to have a young woman on his arm. His father thought there was more to it than just the fact that he was a handsome young man with a good job. Ward's personal experience in his younger days taught him that women seem to know when you're desperate. If he didn't have a girlfriend, he had a devil of a time finding one. However, if he had a girlfriend, it was much easier to find another. If he had two girlfriends, a third would show up without him even trying. Ward couldn't juggle three women for long and he would ultimately end up with one. Then he would breakup with the one girl and return to where he started. Ward's theory was that he tried too hard when he didn't have a girlfriend and acted confidant when he did. Theodore had a date every Friday, so he was always confident.

It went on this way for a couple of years until Theodore gradually stopped dating several girls and started exclusively dating one named "Mary Ellen." After his parents heard her name a number of times, they asked if he was finally getting serious. After some thought, he said that he really liked her. She was both fun and comfortable to be with and they had a lot in common.

June wanted to invite her to dinner to which Theodore responded, "Mom, it changes everything when you ask a girl home to meet your parents. I'm happy now. Why can't we just leave things the way they are?"

"I'm just excited because this is the first girl you've shown any special interest in," June responded.

If he did invite her, Theodore knew what would happen. His mom took great pride in her home and in her cooking. She would pull out all the stops, using their good china and silverware. Everything would be so proper.

Over the following weeks she nagged Theodore more and more to invite his girlfriend to dinner. This escalated until it came to a head one Friday after his dad had left for bowling. Things began in the kitchen as usual. They were kissing and he was exploring her body with his hands. This time June seemed preoccupied. Between kisses she talked about Mary Ellen.

Theodore slid his hands down her back to her butt, pulled her hips to him and ground his erection against her. Normally, this was the point where she would check the kitchen and lead him upstairs. When she didn't, he tried to guide her towards the stairs but she would have none of it.

We need to get busy, Theodore thought. It was Friday and bowling wouldn't last forever. He was frustrated as hell and beginning to get mad when the light came on. June didn't say so, but they weren't going to have any "Friday night fun" until the issue of Mary Ellen was resolved.

To verify his hunch, Theodore asked, "Mom, you're not going to give up until Mary Ellen comes to dinner, are you?"

In response, June quit talking and looked guilty.

His suspicion confirmed, Theodore slipped his hands from her butt and took her hands into his.

His dad was a wise man. Ward told him long ago that if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't avoid being screwed; he should just make the best of it and salvage whatever he could.

Following his dad's advice, he looked into her eyes and said. "I love you and want you to be happy. If it means that much to you, I'll invite her."

The smile on June's face was so exuberant that he could feel his irritation with her drain from his body.

"I just want you to promise me one thing," Theodore requested.

"Anything," June replied.

"Make it an informal, low-keyed dinner. I don't want you to work yourself up into a tizzy like you normally do."

June grinned and said, "You got it honey, just an informal family dinner."

Well aware of his need, she squeezed his hand and pulled him towards his room. Once there, her first impulse was to give Theodore a blow job. He was a thoughtful son and had just made her very happy. But she needed to talk and couldn't do that with the head of his cock pushing her cheek out. She made a mental note that she owed him one as she turned her back to him.

Knowing his cue, he quickly unzipped her dress then spun her back around for a kiss. Theodore slipped his hand through the newly formed opening, down the smooth warmth of her back and under her panties to grab a bare cheek. For some reason, Theodore always liked to grab a handful of ass when he kissed his mom. Perhaps it was his way of saying she was his for the moment or maybe she just had a nice ass. He then slid his hand up past the small of her back and expertly unfastened her bra.

Parting, they looked into each other's blue eyes and shared a mischievous grin as they stripped like lifeguards before entering the water. Once they were both necked as the day they were born, June playfully pushed Theodore back onto his bed where he landed with an exaggerated bounce. Standing at the edge of the bed, June looked down at her son and tousled his hair before lifting a thigh and straddling him. Once situated comfortably astride her son, she grabbed is hard cock and milked him. Next, she used his cock like a paintbrush, spreading his precum slowly over her pussy lips. Then she began rocking her hips as she guided him. With each thrust, the walls of her pussy were stretched and he was a little deeper. When he was all the way in, her pussy reminded him of a velvet glove, a glove that was on a warm and loving hand that had quite a grip.

He was so worked up that he wasn't sure how long he could last. That is until his mom started talking about Mary Ellen again. Theodore tried to get away with pretending to listen like he did when he was on the computer, but his mother seemed to want a conversation. Unfortunately, a conversation required his participation and worse of all, looking interested. She asked what Marry Ellen's favorite dishes were and wanted to know what he thought they should have for dinner.

Theodore no longer had to concern himself with cuming too soon. In fact, he was somewhat detached as he watched his mom expertly rotate her hips around his cock. It was like watching porn on his computer but it was in 3D. He noticed the sucking sound their fluids made as the she moved and marveled at her ability to multitask. June was carrying on a serious conversation and planning a menu while she pumped away. He watched her marvelous breasts hypnotically sway to and fro before reaching up to capture one of her pink nipples. He rolled it between his thumb and index finger in an effort to distract her and smiled when she didn't react at all. She just kept talking and literally didn't miss a beat.

June obviously wasn't getting any sexual satisfaction from this and was merely servicing him. Theodore preferred it when his mother enjoyed herself for a host of reasons, some of them selfish. When she was excited, it was more exciting for him. Sometimes though, he was in the mood to be serviced, especially when he felt he deserved it. Under such circumstances he would think of her as a well-paid prostitute.



5

FLASHBACK TO HIGH SCHOOL DAYS



As he watched his mother fucking him like a pro, Theodore thought back to when she first started servicing him with something other than hand jobs. He remembered what it was like being a horny teenager who was still living at home and how those circumstances almost ruined everything. Ward had just given his blessing for his wife and son to have actual sex every Friday, but Theodore couldn't leave well enough alone. His adolescent libido was in overdrive. If only he could avoid seeing his mom during the week, then he might stand a chance of controlling himself. The problem was that he was still living with her.

Theodore's favorite pastime had been watching porn, but no longer. Those porn stars couldn't hold a candle to his mom. Looking at her curves jiggle as she puttered around the house drove him to distraction. Not having sex with her was like standing by and watching an inexhaustible natural resource go to waste. His problem would disappear if he could just convince her to put out a little more often. By midweek he was climbing the walls.



*****



"Couldn't hold a candle" - Apprentices used to hold candles so that a master artist or craftsman could see what they were doing. The person who held the candle was at a lower level in their career than the master. What is implicit in the saying is that the person being referred to is not even worthy to hold the light for the master.



*****



Theodore was a charming young man. June enjoyed their playful sexual banter in the kitchen, but now there was a change. Early in the week his flirting was lighthearted and relaxed, but by the middle of the week there was urgency to it. She tried to tone things down by dressing even more conservatively, but met with little success. When he rubbed up against her and told her she was driving him crazy, June emitted an exasperated laugh and asked, "What do I have to do, wear a burka?"

Even that wouldn't have solved the problem completely. Theodore was all too aware of what delights awaited beneath any covering, no matter how austere.

The constant begging and nagging got old quickly. Her only relief was when Ward was around. Theodore knew he was being obnoxious, but couldn't help himself.

June always resisted his requests for extra sex by saying that they couldn't take the chance of being caught. Theodore then argued that he didn't need much, just a "quickie" would do. He pointed out that a quickie didn't take long, which greatly decreased the chance of dad catching them.

His mom relented one day when she got a phone call from Ward and knew that he was far from home at the moment. Immediately after ending the call, June grabbed her son by the hand and disgustedly led him up to his room. On the way up the stairs, she reminded him, "Just a quickie young man, nothing more." Theodore could tell by the way she was moving that she was upset.

"Are you mad mom?" Theodore asked.

"No, but I resent being put in this position."

"That sounds a lot like being mad," Theodore observed.

June almost smiled, but Theodore's charm wasn't going to work on her this time. He had been constantly after her and she had no time to get things done around the house. Well, he was going to find out what it was like to have a cold fish in bed.

June's plan was to be as unpleasant as possible and just lay there. She hoped that Theodore would learn that pressuring her for extra sex wasn't worth all the effort he put into it.

"Go to the linen closet and bring back a towel," June ordered.

When he returned, his mom was on his bed fully clothed.

He handed her the towel and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"There's no time for that, just pull your pants down."

Theodore wasn't about to argue. As he unfastened his belt, June lifted her hips and pulled her panties down from beneath her skirt. After tossing them on the floor, she used the same maneuver to place the towel between her bottom and the bed.

Noting his questioning look, she said, "I don't want to have to wash your bedspread."

Theodore unzipped his pants and held them up with one hand, unsure of what to do until his mom said, "Hurry up, we don't have all day."

Still holding his pants, Theodore crawled up the foot of his bed as best he could until June's legs were blocking any further progress. Seeing his dilemma she parted them further, allowing him continue. After sliding his pants to his knees, he sat on his ankles for a moment before lifting her skirt. He moved it slowly up her thighs, ultimately revealing her delightful pussy. In contrast to the expression on his mom's face, her pussy beckoned to him, all friendly and inviting.

He jumped when she suddenly asked, "What's the holdup?"

Prompted into action, he lowered himself onto her and found her thighs to be soft and smooth as always. Theodore comforted himself with the knowledge that no matter how cold she was acting, her pussy would be warm.

He checked with his middle finger and she had plenty of lube. Without thinking, he started rubbing her clit but stopped when she gave him an angry look. With his mom glaring at him, he did his best to guide his cock into her. He was thrusting but poor Theodore still wasn't completely in after multiple pokes. Normally, his mom would rotate her pelvis to change the angle and push back a little. This time she just laid there with her face turned to the side.

One thing you could say for the old girl, Theodore thought, there was still plenty of tread left on those tires of hers. He couldn't believe that she had been able to squeeze him through there.

He ran his hand down one of her thighs then lifted it towards her head. After a moment's resistance, she yielded. When she slowly raised her other thigh to match the first, it seemed to help. In a few more pokes he was all the way in.

His mother's harsh demeanor had calmed Theodore to the point where he was no longer in a rush to start moving. It was pleasant just having his erection stand tall and proud in such a warm and hospitable location. After a bit, he began pumping slow and easy. He felt so at home in his mother's saddle that he wanted to ride her all day. Ever so gradually, Theodore increased his pace and extended his stroke. He was moving effortlessly and appreciating how good his entire body felt. Sometimes this would happen while he was swimming; he was "in the zone."



*****



"In the zone" is an expression used to describe a state of consciousness where the body and mind work together in perfect harmony. Being in the zone implies increased focus and attention which allow for higher levels of seemingly effortless performance.



*****



Theodore had lost track of time when a song popped into his head. (If you haven't already, please search for and listen to: Clearence Carter Strokin')





When I start makin´ love

I don´t just make love...

I be strokin´

That´s what I be doin´, huh

I be strokin´

I stroke it to the East

And I stroke it to the West

I be strokin´

I be strokin´

Being an Eagle Scout, Theodore knew his compass directions. He was strokin' in time to the music and leaning the way the lyrics indicated as the song ran through his head.

I stroke it to the North

I stroke it to the South

I stroke it everywhere

I be strokin´

I be strokin´

Not sure of what he was up to, June turned her head briefly to peek up at him. His eyes were closed and his head was bobbing back and forth.

I stroke it to the East

And I stroke it to the West

And I stroke it to the woman that I love the best

I be strokin´

As the words ran through his mind, Theodore realized that they were true. He was "strokin'" the woman he loved the best. He opened his eyes and looked down at his mom. Her face was still turned to the side and bouncing slightly on the pillow with each of his thrusts.

He was suddenly moved to say, "I really appreciate you doing this mom," before kissing her on the cheek.

When she turned to look at him, he added, "I love you mom."

June couldn't help herself. Her son's athletic frame had been pounding away at her for God knows how long. It had required all of her restraint not to touch him, knowing that the rest of his body was every bit as hard as his cock. She had even denied herself the pleasure of squeezing his firm butt cheeks as he plowed into her again and again.

Now his heartfelt words were her undoing. They had caused a small tingle. Not the tingle of a sentimental tear forming in her eye, but a tingle in her pussy which she recognized as the faint spark of a budding organism. If she came, it would ruin everything. This needed to end now.

"This was supposed to be quick fuck, what the hell happened?" June complained.

When that didn't work, she added, "You wanted to fuck me as if your life depended on it and now you're taking forever."

All Theodore heard was the word "fuck" as he gazed into his mother's big blue eyes. June was so prim and proper that it sent an electric surge to Theodore's cock on those rare occasions she talked dirty. When she did it a second time it accomplished what she wanted. His body shuddered as Theodore unloaded into her. Again and again as his body twitched and twitched, filling her with his cum.



*****



"Prim and proper" -- This expression originated in Victorian England. Someone who is prim and proper behaves in a very formal and correct way and is easily shocked by anything rude.



*****



When Theodore wasn't able to move for a minute, he was afraid that his mom would fuss at him for taking too long getting off of her. But she didn't. Instead, she lowered her knees and patiently waited until he slid out of her. Thick white cream followed his cock out of her pussy and trickled down onto the towel.

As June used the towel to clean up, she scolded, "We just had sex on Friday. How can you make so much in just a few days?"

Theodore picked up her panties from the floor and said, "I don't know mom. You seem to bring out the best in me."



6



With his immediate needs taken care of, Theodore could reflect on how he had treated his mom. He slowly came to the realization that he had behaved just like those little kids you see at the mall; the ones who whine until their mother buys them a toy. No wonder she was upset with him. Theodore resolved to never pester his mother again for extra sex, but by midweek his small head was overruling his big head.

Then, quite by accident, a solution presented itself. His mom wanted him to attend a boring family function. He was bitching and moaning about it when he realized that he was screwed. Sooner or later he would wind up going no matter how much he protested.

The word "screwed" prompted him to remember his dad's advice. (If you're in a situation where you can't avoid being screwed; just make the best of it and salvage what you can.}

Theodore quickly offered, "I'll go for a quickie mom."

June was taken completely off-guard.

She had her mouth open to respond, but Theodore continued before she could get a word out, "I'll be the best behaved kid you ever saw. You'll be proud to be my mom."

After a few moments June replied, "Let's see how it goes."

Once at the party, Theodore began circulating and making small talk. Sometime later was playing with his little cousins when he noticed his mother looking at them from across the room. She smiled at him and he smiled back with the hope that she would soon be rewarding him with her parted thighs.

Over time a point system evolved where Theodore would do various chores for extra sex. Instead of directing his hormone derived energy into nagging and begging, he now had another outlet. Theodore threw himself into earning points. His payment had to be in the kitchen so that the garage door opener could double as an alarm and it had to be quick to minimize the chance of getting caught. The chores could be anything they agreed upon. Some sort of community service or helping a relative was common.

More and more people began telling June that she had raised a great kid. She would beam at the compliment and say, "I can't take all the credit. After all, the Boy Scout slogan is "Do a Good Turn Daily."



*****



Mrs. Cleaver's recipe for kitchen freshness or how to mask the smell of sex:

Keep a small electric crockpot potpourri on the kitchen counter and simmer your own home made scents. It's less expensive and safer than a scented candle. Fill half-full with water. Add cinnamon sticks broken into pieces, a few cloves and some type of extract (vanilla, almond, orange, etc.). Citrus peels are a great addition. Plug in the crock and you will have a warm comfortable smell wafting throughout your home.



*****



Sometimes the chores would be outside their house and June would look out the window to note her son's progress. The sight of sweat rolling down his shirtless body was always pleasing to the eye, but now there was more to it. The realization that he was doing this just to be intimate with her for such a short time made her feel very special and desirable. If this arrangement was making a prostitute out of her, at least she was highly paid one.

With her heart aflutter and feeling flushed, June moved away from the window and busied herself in the kitchen. She had squeezed lemon after lemon but still hadn't calmed down. When she made her way out to him with a glass of lemonade, she had to remind herself that the neighbors might be watching. That was the only way she could resist giving him a kiss that was more than motherly.

June continued to follow her routine of removing her lipstick when she arrived home from work. However, if Theodore had enough points, she also removed her panties. She felt like such a naughty girl when she reached under her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist. Wiggling her hips side to side as she slid them down, she would relish the feel of the silky lace as they glided down her thighs and across her calves.

Next, she would prepare a snack and be waiting in the kitchen when Theodore returned home from school. They would discuss the events of their day and start making out. Except now, their sessions had the potential of reaching a higher level.

Theodore was always well aware of how many points he had, but it still drove him crazy when he grabbed his mother's ass and couldn't feel any panty lines. It was her way of telling him that the ass he was holding was his for the taking.

June's first inkling that her son had decided to spend his points was when he looked around the kitchen for the paper towel holder and made sure it was within easy reach. The holder consisted of a heavy disk base with a thick pole extending up from the center. The roll of paper towels was positioned on the pole and held in place by gravity.

Theodore sometimes tried to save his points to spend when he had the greatest need. June could sense when he was struggling to resist her charms and took it as a challenge. She would become a tease, absent-mindedly moving the paper towel roll up and down on the shaft while they carried on an otherwise innocent conversation. It took all of her control not to laugh when he awkwardly pretended not to notice.

One time he became so frustrated that he called her out, saying, "Aww come on mom, that's not fair."

Don't think that June was being cruel when she tempted her son. It was just such a dramatic change from when he was nagging her for sex. She loved the fact that she could flirt again. June now had a system she could use as a safety valve to prevent Theodore form becoming obnoxious. If she felt that he needed it, June would find an excuse to service him even if he didn't have the points. It could be a special occasion or that he did an outstanding job on a chore. If he saw her panties draped over the paper towel holder, he knew he was getting a bonus.



*****



Safety valve - A valve in a pressure container, such as a steam boiler, that automatically opens when pressure reaches a dangerous level.



*****





7



Theodore found that he had a different attitude when he was buying June with points. Friday nights with his mom felt like being on a date because they were a gift from his parents. Sure he had to earn good grades, but he was mature enough to understand that it was all for his benefit. These other times were a private deal with his mom and felt more like being with a prostitute. After all, he had paid her with chores.

When Theodore ordered his mother to remove his pants, she would first move her hand to his crotch and leisurely massage his erection. No matter how big it already was, it always seemed to grow with her attention. She would then unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. Before unzipping his fly, she would give his cock a friendly squeeze. Looking up at him with a smile, she would lower his pants and underwear together, allowing his cock to spring free.

June would patiently stroke his young shaft while Theodore decided what he was going to do with her. He might lower her to the floor. Alternatively, he might make use of the kitchen table; by lifting her up and plopping her ass on it or by spinning her around and bending her over it.

Whatever position he chose, he would then slip his hand under her skirt and cup her compliant pussy. Holding his fingers together in the same position he used while swimming, he would move them in unison, making a small circle. As he massaged, her outer lips would gradually become warmer and more pliable. He would then only keep his middle two fingers together, allowing them to sink into her crack until they came to rest on her smooth and slippery inner lips.

As he continued to revolve the fingers of his cupped hand within her moist depths, he would often ask himself, "Who owns this pussy?"

One day his mom answered in a throaty voice, "It belongs to you honey."

Without intending to, he had apparently given voice to his thoughts. At first he was horrified that he had said such a thing, but if his mom didn't mind, neither did he.

With his pants around his ankles and without further delay, Theodore would then lift her skirt before sliding the head of his cock up and down between her pink lips. Using short strokes to mix their fluids, he could feel the lubrication working to open her wider and deeper. With each poke another inch of his glistening cock would disappear inside of her until she had taken it all. Depending on his mood, he would then use long easy strokes or give her a fast and furious pounding. Sometimes he would alternate between the two. Either way, when he felt his balls slapping against her, he knew that he be strokin'.

But just remember, when you start making love

You make it hard, long, soft, short

And be strokin'



8



With the point system, June had the best of both worlds. She was the ultimate authority when determining how many points a chore was worth. But once Theodore had enough points, she wouldn't allow herself to deny him. He was in charge, at liberty to overpower her and take his pleasure. She now understood why so many women found romance novels, those books with a buxom heroine being ravished by a shirtless man on the cover, so appealing.

June was every bit as full-bosomed as those women on the covers. She would image her son shirtless as he ravished her and reflect on the various chores he had done for the privilege. Her parents had won the town's beautiful yard competition this year and appreciated all of Theodore's help. They told June that they couldn't have done it without him. As she accepted her son's cock into the warm folds of her moist pussy, she wondered if they would also appreciate what their little girl was doing to compensate their grandson for his labor.

The physical workout her pussy was receiving had placed June on the edge. That single dirty thought of her parents was all that was required to push her over. Like a dam breaking, a warm wave of pleasure was suddenly liberated, causing her entire body to shutter as it washed through her.

As her breathing returned to normal and with her son's cum dripping leisurely down her thigh, June realized that she truly was a naughty, naughty girl.



9

RETURN TO PRESENT DAY



June was riding her son's cock and planning a dinner for his special girlfriend. Theodore was thinking about his high school days until he experienced the earliest prickle of an orgasm.

When Theodore suddenly began meeting her thrusts, his mom knew exactly what he needed and what he liked.

She ran the fingers of both hands like a comb through her long blonde hair as she arched her back, boosting her fantastic breasts for his inspection. They were full, round and her nipples were erect in the centers of their pink areolas. In spite of the sun, they remained milky white and you could see the outline of her new bikini in her tan lines.

June began rocking her pelvis in earnest, grinding her clit in a circle against his cock. As she did, her breasts began to jiggle slightly. Theodore's gaze was drawn down her long waist to her pussy lips as they enveloped his cock and then back to her now swaying breasts. He couldn't help but notice how each area of skin protected from the sun's rays had its own pink center.

He wrapped his strong arms around her waist as he came, burying his face in her ample cleavage and pinning her pelvic bone to his. In spite of this, she was able to move slightly, making small voluntary twitches with the walls of her pussy against his cock. It felt as if her pussy was a magnet pulling his seed directly from his testicles. He half expected his balls to be shriveled up like raisins when she was finished with him.

He may have lost consciousness for a few seconds, because the next thing he remembered was his mom smiling down at him and asking "Was I good?"

Theodore never got tired of his mom asking that after she serviced him. It was a habit she started back when he was living at home and paying her with chores. He thought it was her way of asking if all the work he had done was worth it. He wanted to tell her that if a pussy were a guitar, she would be Jimi Hendrix. Instead, he merely said, "You're always good mom," and reached down to check his balls.

The End Ch. 02





A Mother with Benefits Ch. 03





Mom prepares a special meal


Once again, I included what are essentially footnotes or "pop ups" which provide extra information. They are clearly marked and feel free to skip them. They are not required to enjoy the story. This time all but one of them is after the end of the story.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are eighteen or older.



1



It had been a week since Theodore agreed to as ask his girlfriend to come to his parents' house for dinner. He was at a restaurant with Mary Ellen trying to think of a way to phase it that didn't sound like, "I want you to meet my parents." He ran through different versions in his mind but they all turned out the same.

"Are you alright?" she inquired.

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem distracted." she answered.

With a resigned sigh, he finally decided to just tell her the truth.

"It's my mom."

"Is she alright?" Mary Ellen asked with genuine look of concern on her face.

Surprised by her reaction, Theodore quickly said, "She's fine."

Mary Ellen visibly relaxed and asked, "What is it then?"

"It's just that sometimes she gets a bee in her bonnet." Theodore took a deep breath and continued, "Your name has come up a few times in conversations with my parents and they want you to come to their house for dinner."

Mary Ellen was pleased, but also a little nervous. She liked Theodore more than he knew. He was different from the other men she dated. When she set limits on what he could do, he would take it in stride. He wouldn't get mad or become overly aggressive. Best of all, he would remain in a good mood and they would still have fun.

She was aware of several women that were after him. She'd overheard two of them and knew they were very willing to go much further than she was. Mary Ellen was dying to know why he still asked her out, but was afraid to jinx things by asking.

Mary Ellen was taking so long to answer that Theodore thought he'd screwed the pooch. When she finally smiled and asked, "Will you be there?" he couldn't help but laugh.



2



When the fateful evening arrived, everyone seemed to be a bit uneasy with the exception of Ward. He had helped June all that he could to get things ready, and then did his best to stay out of her way. His only duties now were to keep his wife calm and to make Mary Ellen feel as comfortable as possible.

True to her word, June prepared a low-keyed family dinner. The good china and silverware were nowhere to be found. Everyone hit it off great as the meal progressed, particularly the women. June thought Mary Ellen looked familiar when she walked through the door. It turned out that they had both put on pink t-shirts and participated in a breast cancer awareness walk back in October.

"You know, Theodore went on one of those walks with me back when he was in high school." June smiled at him sweetly and added, "He's always been such a good boy."

Theodore was embarrassed, but did his best to smile.

When June discovered that Mary Ellen was a nurse at a different hospital, she playfully scolded her son for not telling her. Later on in the conversation, Mary Ellen revealed that she had a special reason for attending the marches. Her mother had passed away from breast cancer when she was in nursing school.

June clutched Mary Ellen's hand and said, "Oh you poor dear," then looked over at her son and gave him a look that would curdle milk.

Theodore looked back helplessly until Mary Ellen said, "He didn't know. It's a subject I tend to avoid, especially on dates. All of you made me feel so welcomed that when the subject came up I found myself telling you."

Ward jumped in and suggested, "I don't want to be forward, but I think the four of us should check our calendars to see if we can make a day of it this October."

June gave her husband an approving look and the conservation continued on to less serious subjects.

"You have a lovely home," Mary Ellen observed. "I couldn't help but notice you have a lap pool."

"It's a bit extravagant, but we get a lot of use out of it," Ward explained. "It's enclosed and heated so we can use it year-around."

June smiled at Marry Ellen and added, "Its great exercise, especially for women built like us."

His mother's words prompted Theodore's eyes to seemingly move of their own accord to focus on her twin mounds, then over to Mary Ellen's. They both certainly knew how to fill out a dress. He was pondering how they would expand a tight sweater when he looked up to find both women staring at him. Not only had he been caught checking out their tits, but everyone had seen his gaze flit back and forth between the two women before he realized that he was being watched.

No one said anything or even moved until Theodore could feel heat rising to his face. Ward didn't make a sound, but it took so much effort to keep from laughing that his eyes began to water.

You could have heard a pin drop when June asked, "Isn't he cute when he blushes?"

Mary Ellen smiled bashfully which caused Theodore to blush even more.

An extended groan sprang from his lips, "Mommm."

"It's alright honey. I'm sure Mary Ellen knows exactly what I'm talking about. Jogging isn't the best exercise for girls like us."

Looking back at Mary Ellen, June asked, "Do you swim?"

"Yes, as much as I can. My fitness center has a pool, but nothing like yours. I was surprised to see it in a private home."

"Then you must use ours," June insisted.

As Theodore watched the two women talking, he became self-conscious. They had similar speech patterns and at times they even made the same gestures.

He hadn't set out to find someone like his mom, but he obviously had. Seeing them side by side, they looked as if they could be mother and daughter, maybe even sisters. When Theodore looked over at his dad, Ward had a knowing grin on his face and gave him a wink, obviously noticing the same thing.

After dinner Mary Ellen offered to help clean up. The women were having a wonderful time talking at the sink and were totally oblivious to what the guys were doing. The men did their best to help but soon ran out of things to do. Feeling useless, they retired to the family room.

Once they were seated, Ward said, "That's quite a girl you have there."

"You really think so?" Theodore asked.

"I do and your mother's quite taken with her too," Ward added.

Theodore looked embarrassed and explained," I had no idea how much she was like mom until I saw them together." After a slight hesitation, he asked, "Do you think I'm weird?"

Ward saw the look of concern on his son's face and thought he knew what was troubling him. Just to make sure, he clarified Theodore's question. "Because out of all the girls you dated, the one you like most is very similar to your mother?"

"Exactly," Theodore replied.

"That's not weird at all. It's common to be attracted by a place or person that reminds you of home. You're comfortable with Mary Ellen because you find her familiar. You find her familiar because she shares many qualities with your mother."

"You really think that's it dad?"

"Yes" Ward replied. "I liked her right away, probably for the same reason."



3



The house seemed empty. The kids were gone and Ward had already gone to bed. Her only company was their old dog Buddy who was on the couch with her in the family room. As she scratched him under his gray snout, June found herself reminiscing about that march with Theodore all those years ago. He agreed to go with her even before she told him that he would be earning points. She was proud of him for that.

She was also proud when she introduced her handsome son to the women she worked with at the hospital. He had a relaxed sense of humor with older people that he lacked with girls his own age. It wasn't long before he had the ladies giggling. June remembered how aroused she felt when she slipped her hand under his shirt to pin a pink cancer awareness ribbon to his chest. It was as if she was staking her claim, telling her coworkers that he belonged to her.

As she strode down the city streets behind her son, June noticed that some of the womenfolk couldn't keep their eyes off him. She couldn't blame them. It was taking all of her self-control not to reach out and squeeze that tight little ass of his.

June grinned when she recalled that the garage door wasn't even completely down when she grabbed his hand and rushed to the kitchen. She had already lowered her saturated panties before she thought to ask, "Do you want to spend your points now?"

Theodore cracked up. She remembered how foolish she felt looking up at her son while she was stooped over with her panties wrapped around her knees. It wasn't long before she burst into a fit of giggles. When their laughter finally subsided, he effortlessly picked her up and sat her bare ass on the kitchen table where she had some of the best sex ever. Her son had been right. Being friends added another element to sex. She enjoyed being his "Mother with Benefits."

When she came back to reality, Buddy was licking her hand. She noticed that her panties were damp and instinctively tucked her legs up underneath her. The pressure of her thighs on her pussy was pleasant. June was looking forward to October when all four of them would be attending the march. It was sweet of Ward to suggest it. The evening had turned out even better than she had hoped and Theodore had found himself a nice girl. Yes, she was content with everything except that hunger between her legs.

When a quiver suddenly emanated from between her compressed thighs, June asked herself, "What am I doing down here when there's such a considerate man upstairs?"

She turned off the television and said, "Time to go to bed Buddy."



4



Saturday dinner at the Cleaver's became a frequent occurrence. Mary Ellen offered to show up early so that she could help prepare the meal and learn some recipes. June had always wanted a daughter and loved the company. They began going shopping together and found it both pleasing and awkward when strangers assumed that they were mother and daughter. It turned out that they had similar tastes in clothing, partly because they faced the same issues. Both ladies were blonde with large breasts and didn't want to be thought of as a bimbo. In order to be taken seriously, they dressed conservatively to tone down their figures. One day at the mall June bought several sports bras and took the opportunity to tell Mary Ellen about her mother's situation, hoping that she would take the hint.

Ward had always dreaded going shopping with June, but now he was a little glum that he was seldom asked. Theodore was a little jealous too. He had always considered himself to be his mom's best friend, but now he had some competition.

Dinner at the Cleaver's home included wine. Ward was free to imbibe more than usual since he didn't have to drive. Theodore grinned when he noticed his dad refilling his mom's glass without bothering to ask if she wanted more.

Both men commonly sported an erection under the dinner table, but for different reasons. As Ward looked across the table at his wife and son, he knew that they had been together the night before and that he would be reclaiming his intoxicated wife shortly.

As Theodore looked across the table at the two women, he saw one that he had been with the night before and another that he would be with tonight. He was also a little envious when he looked at his dad, knowing what June was like when she was drunk.

Between the two men, Theodore had the more difficult time controlling the stiffness of his cock. It wasn't just because he was younger, he had a special handicap. Theodore had the memory of what happened at this very table when his father was out of town one weekend.



5

FLASHBACK TO HIGH SCHOOL DAYS



Theodore had learned his lesson from that first dinner with Marry Ellen and his parents. He was keeping his gaze at eye level while ogling the ladies' bodacious ta' ta's with his peripheral vision. He was checking out his mom when he noticed that she was wearing a birthday present he had given her back in high school. It was a short strand of pearls, almost a choker. He wanted to give her a longer strand, but that was all he could afford at the time.

He vividly remembered her wearing it with a light blue sundress that had white polka dots. He hadn't seen that dress in years but recalled every detail. It had two shoulder straps and needed them both to restrain the top his mother's cleavage filled to overflowing. The skirt was gathered at the waist and only reached a little more than half way down her thighs.

That image from the past brought to mind how great the house smelled that special day when he got home from high school. His mom had protected that dress with a ruffled white apron and was busy at the stove. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a hug.

"Mmm...what smells so good?" he asked after kissing her neck.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he saw that she was preparing her celebrated fried chicken. She had gathered hints over the years and experimented to develop this recipe.

"As you can see, I'm frying chicken. I'm also making corn on the cob, green beans and strawberry shortcake."

As usual, June was making everything from scratch. Nothing from a can was good enough for her table, not even the whipped cream.

"Your dad won't be joining us. One of his partners is sick and your dad's taking their place at a medical conference."

It was Friday so Theodore was already anticipating some action, but couldn't help asking, "How long will he be gone?"

"Don't be greedy," his mom scolded.

Theodore felt ashamed that his first impulse was to think of himself when his dad had to work and miss bowling. At first bowling had just been an excuse for his dad to get out of the house, but now he looked forward to it. Ward had joined a league and made some new friends. His teammates had even presented him with a custom bowling ball for being the most improved player. It sucked that he was going to miss it.

Theodore glanced around trying to think of something to change the subject when he noticed that it looked like they were going to eat in the dining room instead of the kitchen. The dining room table even had a linen tablecloth and napkins.

"Everything's so nice and you're wearing your pearls, should I change for dinner?" Theodore asked half seriously.

At the mention of her necklace, June lovingly pressed it against her chest with the palm of her hand and smiled.

"There's no need for that," she replied. "I was cooking when the mood suddenly struck me to use the dining room. Besides, with you going off to college who knows how many more chances I'll have to make a special dinner just for the two of us?"

June picked up a glass of wine from the counter and took a sip before turning over the chicken.

"Just because you don't have to get dressed up doesn't mean that you don't have to wash up before we eat. Now scoot."

Theodore reluctantly did as he was told, but not before he slid his hands under her apron and gave both breasts a friendly squeeze.



6



She called to check in with Ward when they sat down to eat. You could tell by the way she cradled the phone that she cared about the person on the other end.

June ended the call and said, "Your dad's all tucked in at his hotel and everything's fine."

She took a sip of wine and added, "Now we have nothing to do but enjoy ourselves."

When June returned the glass to the table, Theodore thought how unusual it was for his mom to have wine without his dad. Maybe it made her feel a little closer to him when he was so far away.

Everything was so fancy that Theodore automatically picked up his knife and fork, but stopped when he saw his mom using her fingers. The chicken was delicious. The skin was nice and crispy, and the flesh beneath was tender and moist. Some juice ran down his mother's wrist, but rather than wipe it off with a napkin, she raised her arm and slowly licked it.

The gesture was so salacious and out of character for his prim and proper mother that it gave his dick a tingle. Much to his delight, her odd behavior persisted as the meal progressed. He couldn't take his eyes off her tongue and lips when she licked and sucked her fingers. Then she started on the corn, delicately biting off a row along the entire length of the cob and sucking the salty butter as she went. She had started on the second row when the pressure on his crotch forced Theodore to shift position and adjust his jeans.

Licking and sucking, sucking and licking. When some butter landed on her ripe, voluptuous bosom and trickled between her mounds, he couldn't take it any longer. Theodore stood and walked around the table. With his mother looking up at him, he lowered his mouth and extended his tongue to capture the offending stream.

Moving his hands to her sides, he pulled her to her feet as he stood up straight. Spying the bowl of whipped cream, he stuck in his finger and told his mother to open her mouth. June smiled then did as she was told. He spread some whipped cream across her lower lip then kissed her. His tongue slipped past her silky-smooth lips taking the sweetness with it as it entered her mouth.

Next he dabbed some whipped cream on her earlobe. After licking off every trace, he nibbled his way down her neck. Undeterred by the necklace, Theodore carried on across the bare skin of her shoulder until his progress was blocked by the straps of her dress and bra. Without removing his lips, he pushed them down to her arm and continued. Moving his attention to her other side, he buried his face in the warmth of her neck. Covered by the cascade of her hair, he inhaled her fragrance before proceeding along the other shoulder. This time his mom slipped the straps out of the way as his lips approached.

June pulled her arms free one at a time when she felt her dress being lowered. He drew it down her waist and gave it a tug to slide it around the womanly flare of her hips. Once free, the dress fell into a heap on the floor. Theodore grasped his mother's sinuous waist and lifted her up out of the dress before placing her on the table. He took a step backwards so that he could take in all of her. When she leaned back onto her hands, Theodore thought she looked like an angel seated there in her white lace bra and panties.

He recalled those fashion models strutting down the runway and said, "Mom, all you need is a pair of wings and you could be a Victoria's Secret model."

At first June thought he was teasing. She was about to make a sarcastic replay but stopped when she saw the sincere look on his face.

Touched, she said, "That's one of the nicest things you've ever said to me."

She parted her legs to make room for him as he returned to her eager embrace. Theodore was thinking how lucky he was when they kissed. His tongue danced with hers as he gave her ample breast a possessive embrace. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath the fabric of her bra and made circles around it with the tips of his fingers.

Sliding his fingertips up to her exposed cleavage, he slipped them beneath the lacy barrier and said, "I'm going to make an ice cream sundae and you're the ice cream. You won't be needing this."

His mom dutifully reached behind her to undo her top, releasing her twin scoops of luscious milky white flesh. They kissed again as he lower her until her back rested on the table.

Pealing back her unhooked bra, he could clearly see each little bump surrounding her areola. Having visual verification that her pink nipples were indeed aroused, he said, "I see you brought the cherries."





June wrapped her curvaceous legs around his waist and crossed her ankles while she waited to become dessert. She shivered when Theodore first painted the cold whipped cream in small circles around her nipple, but was soon rewarded with the warmth of his mouth. He suckled the cream from her right nipple, not leaving a drop, then turned his attention to her other nipple where he repeated the process.

June was so filled with emotion that she took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. Replacing her nipple with her tongue, she gave him a loving, tender kiss.

Even though they were the only two in the house, when the kiss ended she whispered into his ear, "I love you baby."

Theodore forgot to breath when his mom kissed him and needed to catch his breath before he was able to say, "I love you too mom."

He reached across the table for a fresh strawberry, dipped its tip into the whipped cream and brought it to her lips. Taking the hint, June took a bite. Using the newly exposed inner flesh, he scooped out more cream and traced a path downward, between her breasts to her navel where he placed the fruit. Slowly dragging his tongue across her sensitive flesh, she writhed with pleasure as he followed the sweet path to her belly button. Once there, he recovered the strawberry with his teeth and ate it.

Next Theodore turned his attention to her only remaining covering, her panties.

"Rip them," she challenged.

Theodore heard what she said, but hesitated.

Sitting up partially then resting back on her elbows, June gestured downward with her head and repeated, "Rip them."

Theodore ran his finger down to her flat stomach then slipped it beneath the elastic waist. Sliding it back and forth from hip to hip between the elastic and her warm skin, he eventually stopped above her right thigh. Taking the material into both hands, he obediently ripped them to the opening for her leg. Grasping the ripped edge, he opened them like turning a page in a book, exposing her pussy. He was about to unbuckle his belt when he noticed something new.

There had always been a thin patch of blond hair between her full hips. Now her outer lips were meticulously groomed. There wasn't the slightest blemish or evidence of stubble, just two delightful hills separated by a slit. Theodore recalled pussy being referred to as a peach, but he never thought much about it. He just assumed the term was referring to how juicy they both were. Now he could appreciate the obvious physical resemblance.



7



During that week his dad was away, June instructed Theodore on how to please a woman including the fine points of doing it orally. He had listened intently, but neither one of them had actually initiated it. To be honest, the idea of using his mouth down there had never appealed to him. His friends at high school talked about it all the time, saying how much they enjoyed it and how good they were at it. One of his friends even wanted to be called "clit master." There wasn't any real evidence that he even had a girlfriend, so Theodore wasn't sure how factual his stories were.

Theodore didn't have much to add to the conversation when his buddies talked about eating pussy. To hide his inexperience, he did his best to say nothing at all. If pressed, he would distract everyone with an ability that had impressed his classmates since kindergarten. All he had to do was extend his tongue. Theodore could easily curl it out and up until it was touching the tip of his nose. Everyone would laugh and the erotic discussion would continue on without him.

Theodore told himself that he would have gladly reciprocated for the delightful blowjobs his mother gave him if he had only known she wanted him to. He sighed inwardly realizing that was just an excuse. His mother had done so much for him and he hadn't even attempted to find out if that was what she wanted.

Standing there, Theodore reconsidered his next move. She had obviously taken great care preparing and there could no longer be any doubt as to what she craved. Her pussy looked so fresh and clean. There would never be a better opportunity or a more understanding teacher.

Theodore remembered what his grandfather told him about how he had learned to swim. His father had taken him in a row boat out to the middle of a lake. After tossing him in he said, "Sink or swim."

It was time for Theodore to learn the proper strokes.

When he pulled up a chair so that he could sit down, June pulled her knees together and asked, "What are you doing?"

Women are so confusing, he thought. His mother obviously wanted him to eat her out but was too shy to ask. Her pussy was as smooth and hairless as a baby's behind. That didn't happen by accident.

He almost called her out, but didn't have the heart. Instead he said, "Continuing my education. You look exceptionally appealing tonight."

With her thighs clamped together she resembled a hesitant virgin as she blushed in response.

Yep, women don't make any sense, he thought as he sat down. She never had a problem with him watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth or her pussy and now she was suddenly embarrassed.

Once seated, Theodore wrapped a hand around each of her knees. Gently, he began to pull her legs apart. For a moment she resisted, trying to keep them together. Then he felt her slowly relax and the gap between her thighs grew wider and wider. Finally, her legs were sufficiently parted for their eyes to meet. Looking down from her nervous gaze, he saw that spreading her thighs had opened her up.

With her pink inner lips now peeking out at him, Theodore said, "You have beautiful eyes mom, all of you is beautiful."

He slipped his hands under her legs and raised them up to put them to rest on his shoulders. Moving his hands to the top of her knees, he held them against his shoulders and pulled her butt to the edge of the table by arching his back.

Theodore hadn't planned on doing this and now he struggled to recall what his mother had told him. He remembered she had stressed two things: different ladies liked different things and to take your time. With that in mind, he adjusted his position to make himself comfortable and checked to see if he could still see his mom's face in order to note her reactions.

Making eye contact, he asked. "Are you comfortable?"

Looking numb, June slowly nodded her head.

When he kissed the inside of her knee, she jumped. She had told him that if you kiss too lightly in a sensitive area, you can tickle. He apologized and started over, working his way up the soft skin of her inner thigh, this time being careful to nibble more firmly. As he progressed, the tension in her thighs melted away, making it easier to push them even wider apart as he got nearer and nearer to his goal.

June couldn't believe what was actually happening. It was so nasty, watching her sweet son as he nibbled and licked his way to her smooth, bare mound. When he reached her plump outer lips she twitched.

Theodore raised his head and was about to apologize again when his mom said, "It's not your fault; I'm extra sensitive since I shaved."

Up close, his mother's fresh juices were clearly evident as was a mild musky aroma. A dewdrop of moisture had collected on her pink flesh. Easing forward, he extended the tip of his tongue in order to capture it. Before the taste registered, he was aware of the warm smoothness of her flesh. Next, the sensation of her pungent taste enveloped him. He had no idea what to expect, but was pleased with what he found. Now that he knew how she tasted, he confidently lowered his face between her legs and ran his tongue along the most intimate part of her body.

Trying to remember what to do, he pinched each of her pink petals between his lips and pulled on them tenderly. Getting no negative reaction, he ran his tongue back and forth across the ripples of her soft flesh. He thrust his tongue into her and then curled it to coax her clitoris out of its hood. She seemed to like that so he gently sucked and drove his lips in and out against her clit. Then he remembered to softly bat it back and forth with his tongue.

Theodore found that he didn't have to rely only on her face to know what to do. The rhythm of her breathing and an occasional sigh or moan was also a guide. Theodore kept working on her, wanting more than anything to bring his mother to orgasm. He was grateful when she began whispering one word instructions like "slower" or "harder."

She had previously told him that sometimes a woman will develop a rhythm to her motions if she enjoys what you're doing. He was thrilled when his mom began rocking her pelvis, raking her hot pussy up and down, coating his face.

Slowly, he lifted his juice covered face up and away from her pussy and spread her lips apart with his fingers. Now Theodore was in familiar territory, he knew what to do. He slid one then two fingers into her. As he drove them in and out of her, he could feel the hot wetness of her pussy as it gripped him. He bent his fingers upwards and found the spongy ridged area just inside. He was giving it special attention when he could feel her frantically pulling his face back to her crotch. Apparently she wanted both his tongue and fingers.

He found a rhythm with his tongue on her clit while gently rubbing the ridged area at the same time with his skilled fingers. Before long June lowered herself until her back was once again lying flat on the table. She grabbed his hair and lifted her ass, pulling his head harder against the passageway that brought him into the world. June was writhing on the table; her inner thighs quivering as she humped her pussy up at his mouth and moaned in pleasure. She began making noises that almost formed words, but he couldn't quite make them out.

He withdrew his fingers and grabbed an ass cheek with each hand before pulling her crotch to his face. Theodore extended his tongue within her as far as he could then bend its tip upward to find her G-spot. He gave it the same devotion he had with his fingers until the enthusiastic movements of her pelvis diverted him.

June was furiously rocking her hips and poor Theodore was holding on for dear life as her pussy convulsed around his tongue. Her grateful squeals turned into a shuddering wail as her entire body went rigid. She clamped her thighs around his head and pulled his hair while fluid flooded from her channel, spilling onto his lapping tongue. The vise like grip his mother had on his head was painful, but Theodore was more than compensated by the cries of bliss his probing tongue had produced.



8



After all the clamor, the room seemed strikingly silent. Bit by bit June's thighs released their grip on her son's head until he was able to pull his lips from her glistening slit. With her spent legs draped limply over his shoulders, Theodore sat up straight to get a good look at his mom.

Her eyes were closed and somehow her hair had become disheveled. She was covered by a thin film of sweat and Theodore thought he could see waves of heat drifting upward from her shimmering skin. He watched her breasts move up and down as her breathing became more regular. It was an incredibly sexy sight, more so because she wasn't completely nude. The pearls he had given her were around her neck and the panties he had ripped were still around one of her thighs. Her face had a look of contentment while the rest of her appeared ravished and well used.

June gradually became aware of her surroundings and asked, "Are you OK honey?"

Theodore put a big smile on his glittering face and proudly said, "Never better mom."

He had lowered her bottom to the table; however her cheeks were still resting on his hands. He gave them a playful squeeze and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

June raised her butt, allowing her son to withdraw his hands so she could sit directly on the table.

"You're fishing," she answered.

Theodore knew she would say that even before he asked the question. That's what she always said when she thought he was fishing for a complement. June had no problem being very vocal about her pleasure during sex but was shy and demure about the subject after. Even if she had scratched his back as she rode out her orgasm, the most he could coax her into saying afterwards was some sort of comment about it being "nice."

She brushed her fingers over the side of his face and said, "You didn't have to do that."

He turned his head to the side, kissed the inside of her thigh and teased his mom by asking, "Was it ... "nice?"

June blushed as she lifted her legs from his broad shoulders and brought them to rest on the table. Theodore took her hand and helped her sit up. Leaning down, she cupped his face in her hands and gently kissed him. As she glided her lips and tongue across his, she noticed an unfamiliar taste. The sudden realization that she was savoring her own juices on her son's lips was so wicked that a shiver traveled through her body.

Misunderstanding the cause, Theodore asked, "Are you cold mom?"

She answered, "No, I'm fine honey," and began searching for something to clean his face.

Finding what she was looking for, she picked up a napkin and dipped one of its corners into a glass of water.

As she was scrubbing his face, Theodore suddenly blurted out, "You're my first mom," then happily added, "Again."

Instead of responding, she continued to wipe until the last vestige of her climax was gone. Next, she combed his disheveled hair with her fingers and felt herself blush again when she recalled pulling it in the throes of passion.

Her son resembled a shiny new penny as he looked up at her with his innocent face. She wondered if she had robbed him of his youth and asked, "Do you have any regrets about me being first on so many things?"

Theodore answered, "Hell no mom, I'm the luckiest kid in the world. Let me help you get rid of those panties."

June chuckled as said, "Here I am all concerned about your emotional health and all you care about are my wrecked panties."

"Like I said mom, "I'm the luckiest kid in the world," or I will be once those panties are off."

June couldn't help but laugh. She steadied herself by placing her hands on her son's shoulders and raised her left thigh from the table. Looking down she noted, "There's not much left of them."

He pulled her torn panties down to her knee then pressed the silky material against her shapely calf as he lowered them off her leg. Once they were free, he pushed his chair away with the back of his knees as he stood.

Grinning mischievously, he pressed the lace remnants against his nose and breathed in.

After inhaling deeply he declared, "These belong to me now."

Theodore put them in his pocket and joked, "I should put them on display in my room next to that blue ribbon your parents gave me."

Sitting on the table wearing only her pearls, June reached down between his thighs and cupped his crotch in the palm of her hand.

While squeezing his package through his jeans, she looked into his eyes and asked, "Is there anything I can do to convince you not to?"

Theodore picked her up with ease and sat her feet on the floor. While she was unfastening his belt, he momentarily considered breaking his mom's cardinal rule. Asking for a blow job seemed to be a reasonable request considering the circumstances, but he didn't want to take even the slightest chance of spoiling her mood. Besides, if the way she was humping his thigh was any indication, she would be a fabulous fuck.

He answered by turning her around.

"Oh, you read my mind," June said with a giggle as she bent herself over and rested her forearms on the table.

He massaged her shoulders then slid his hands beneath her to cup her breasts. He could feel her erect nipples pushing against each palm as he lifted her tits and felt their fullness. After leisurely kneading them, he felt her body shudder when he gently pinched her nipples.

Theodore loved looking at his mom's figure from every angle but this one was special. As he gazed down at her voluptuous necked body on the table, it reminded him of the curvature of a violin or cello. If he visualized a "tramp stamp" she resembled one even more with the imaginary tattoo corresponding to the "f" shaped holes found on each side of the musical instrument.

Releasing her breasts, he raised his hands to her armpits. His eyes followed each hand as they unhurriedly traced his mother's hourglass figure on their way to grasp her heart shaped ass. He reveled in the sensation of her smooth flesh as the distance between his hands became less and less as they approached her long waist. Then his hands began to part as they continued on their journey to her full hips.

Looking at her lower back, Theodore spotted the cute dimples of Venus in the smooth skin covering her pelvis. He knew that like the dimples you see when some people smile, their presence required the right genetics. His mom had the genes as well as a thin waist, which made them more noticeable.

I bet no one else's mom has dimples like that, he thought.

He bent over and tenderly kissed the one on the left. June could feel his hot breath as he slowly nibbled his way over to the one on the right. When June felt her son slipping his hand around her, she instinctively separated her thighs allowing him access to her smooth slit. Theodore was kissing the dimple on the right and fingering her when he suddenly realized that he was giving his mom a modified "reach-around."

He inwardly laughed when he recalled what Gunnery Sergeant Hartman said in the movie "Full Metal Jacket:" "I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you."

No one needed to watch Theodore, he was an Eagle Scout. The "Scout Law" states that a scout is courteous. It was in his nature to show his mom the courtesy of a reach-around.



9



When Theodore could feel June's juices covering his hand, he decided it was time to give her something larger than his finger. He stood up straight and ran his hands caressingly over each butt cheek before giving them a squeeze.

June looked over her shoulder and arched her back, hiking her ass up into the air. Her vaginal lips were now on display, puffed wide with the lingering effects of their literal tongue lashing. When she lewdly smiled at him and gave her ass a little wiggle, Theodore wasn't sure what had gotten into her. Not that he was complaining mind you, she was acting all nice and slutty but it was unusual for her.

Lining his cock up at her entrance, he rested its tip between the pink folds that sheltered her clit. June felt the head enter her, followed by the delicious stretching of her pussy. As he slowly pushed the remainder of his rock hard erection into her taut little cunt, June let out a guttural groan and lowered her chest. With his mom's bountiful cleavage now pressed against the table, Theodore could see the side of each tit peeking out. He grabbed her round hips and started giving her long slow strokes.

As fantastic as the oral sex had been, nothing could replace the sensation of having her pussy properly filled. June was enjoying her son's young cock when it occurred to her that she didn't deserve to.

She suddenly said, "I'm so bad."

Theodore didn't know how to react, so he just ignored the comment.

June felt guilty about deceiving her husband. She knew it would be suspicious if he returned from his unexpected trip to find her pussy dramatically transformed, so she came up with a plan. She quickly shaved and seduced Ward before he left in order to show him her newly hairless treasure. When he looked surprised, she explained that all the young patients at the hospital shaved and she wanted to try it out.





"I'm a naughty girl."

She said it again, Theodore thought.

He was confused and tried to reassure her by saying, "You're not bad mom. You're the best woman I know."

What a sweet naive boy, June thought.

After not allowing anyone to ask her for a blow job, she couldn't make an overt request to have her pussy eaten. It would be much to embarrassing, so she came up with a plan where she didn't have to. She used her culinary skills to create a web and had sat at the table like a spider, waiting for her son to become ensnared. The menu allowed her to lick and suck suggestively. She had made way too much whipped cream and finally, she had shaved her pussy to make it more appealing.

*****

Food presentation: The art of modifying, processing, arranging, or decorating food to enhance its aesthetic appeal.

*****

As Theodore was strokin' his mom, he finally recalled the variety of porn where the guy would slap the girl's butt while they were doing it doggy style. In his defense, his mom had never let on that she would want such a thing and he still found it hard to believe that she might. As a test he cautiously gave his mom a tentative slap. When there was no reaction he lightly swatted her bare cheek a few more times.

Without warning and with each slap of his hand, June began to become even more aroused. At first she was surprised and a little disturbed by her reaction.

When he spanked her a little harder, she discarded her concerns' and moaned, "I'm a nasty girl."

She likes it, Theodore thought.

Getting into the spirit of things, he asked, "Why are you a nasty girl?" as he pumped away.

When she was slow to answer, he smacked her butt and repeated the question. As the skin of her milky white ass turned pink, she could feel her pussy tingle more and more.

"I'm naughty because I'm fucking my son."

Feeling embolden, he continued, "I didn't ask why you're naughty. I asked why you're a nasty girl," and spanked her again.

I deserve to be spanked, she thought.

June was eager to experience oral sex at least once in her life, but her husband and then her son had never shown any interest. Recognizing that she might never have her pussy eaten, June tried to convince herself that it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. She might have succeeded if it wasn't for that damn tongue of Theodore's.

As a child he would entertain guests at the dinner table with his ability to touch his nose with it. She would gently scold him, saying it was bad manners but most people seemed to think it was cute. June had pretty much forgotten about this particular talent until they started kissing like lovers. While their tongues danced, she began to fantasize about what he might be capable of down there.

Her plan had worked. Without asking him to, her son had dined on the pussy she had meticulously prepared for him. The gifted tongue he had proudly unfurled as a little boy had taken the oral virginity of his mother's cunt.

"I'm nasty because I wanted my son eat my pussy," she confessed.

June almost changed her mind before putting her plan into action. A little liquid courage had steadied her nerves, but now she was almost sober and feeling ashamed.

"Harder," she demanded.

Theodore wasn't sure if she wanted him to slap her harder or fuck her harder, so he did both. Rising up on his toes for a better angle, he drove as deeply into his mother as he could. He saw her butt jiggle and felt his balls slap against her as he hammered away.

If she wanted a porn star, he was going to do his best to oblige. His cock was wet and slick with her juice when he pulled it out of her. He smacked it between her butt cheeks then teased her slit with the tip before re-entering her with short strokes.

He had repeated this cycle several times when she threw herself backwards in a desperate to attempt to completely refill her ravenous pussy. Her timing was off and his cock brushed against her anus before sliding home, causing a tremor to course through her body. She had never considered anyone tapping her ass, but at this moment it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"I'm a filthy girl," she moaned.

"Did the filthy girl like it when her son licked her tits and sucked her nipples?" Theodore asked.

"Yes."

"Did the filthy girl like it when her son ate her juicy little peach?"

His mother hung her head and sighed, "Oh my ... yes."

"How much did you like it mom?"

June knew she couldn't get away with saying that it was merely "nice," not under these circumstances. She stretched, reaching out as far as she could on the table and spread her fingers. Gathering the tablecloth in each hand as she made a fist, June let out an audible sound of surrender. As her hips and ass began to roll, she gave up on respectability and began outpacing her son like a bitch in heat.

"I loved you eating me," she growled. "It was so nasty and you were fucking fantastic with that magical tongue of yours."

Theodore was brimming with pride after hearing his mom's praise. He was thinking of his friends at school who constantly boasted about eating pussy when he smacked her ass and said, "Who's the "clit master" now?"

Confused, June asked, "What?"

Theodore didn't expect his mom to know what a "clit master" was. She hadn't even met the kid that wanted to be called that. It was more of a rhetorical question that slipped out in his excitement. Nevertheless, he spanked her again and said, "You know the answer."

He was right, June did know the answer. "You're the master of my clit," she whimpered.

His mom's words and frantic pussy did the trick. He could feel the tingling bubbling up within his balls. His every instinct had always been to bury his cock as deeply within his mom as he could and fill her with his spunk. But now she seemed to be into this porn stuff and those guys always pulled out and jacked off on the girl.

Not knowing what to do, he asked, "Mom, I can't hold back much longer. Where should I cum?"

Upon hearing his question, June slowed the churning of her hips and turned her head.

Looking over her shoulder, she replied, "Let it go on my ass honey."

He pulled his cock from her mere moments before releasing his first stream. It erupted from his twitching dick and splashed on her back. He quickly directed his cock downward and watched as more spurts shot forth, coating her ass with overlapping streams of his thick cum.

June reached back and began massaging the flesh of her behind. Her son's jizz was warm and rubbing it into the skin of her stinging cheek was soothing. She was appreciating the sensation when she suddenly gasped. Then with a moan, her organism began.



10

RETURN TO PRESENT DAY



Someone had said Theodore's name, but looking around the table he had no idea who it was. His mom and dad as well as Mary Ellen were looking at him expectantly. Ward recognized his son's distress and came to his rescue.

"Theodore might have to work and not be able to take care of Buddy while we're away."

Buddy was their dog and his parents were apparently going on vacation.

Thankful for his dad's clue, Theodore volunteered, "I'll be happy to take care of him. I'll come here before and after work to walk him."

"Why don't you just move in here while we're gone," his mom suggested. "You and Mary Ellen could use the pool."

"That's a great idea," Ward agreed.

"Now that's settled, I'll go to the kitchen and check on our desert," June said.

Mary Ellen followed with an offer of help.

While the ladies were in the kitchen, Ward smiled and asked, "Kind of lost in thought, were we son?"

Theodore answered, "I was in another world. Thanks for saving me, dad."

"I can't say that I blame you," Ward commiserated and gave his son a slap on the back. "She reminds me more and more of your mother at that age."

June came back with a warm peach pie fresh from the oven. Marry Ellen followed with four plates and a bowl of homemade whipped cream.

"Who wants whipped cream on their peach pie?" Mary Ellen asked.

"It doesn't matter to me," Theodore answered. "Mom's pie is great even without whipped cream."

"That's very nice of you to say dear." June began to fondle her necklace and continued, "The secret is to use only the juiciest and sweetest peaches, but sometimes things are just a little better with whipped cream."

The End Ch. 03

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DIMPLES

The term "dimples of Venus" is a historically accepted name within the medical profession for the superficial topography of the sacroiliac joints. These indentations are created by a short ligament stretching between the posterior superior iliac spine and the skin. There are other deep-to-superficial skin ligaments, such as "Cooper's ligaments" mentioned in Ch. 01 which help support the breasts.

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TRAMP STAMP

"Tramp Stamp" is a derogatory term referring to a tattoo on the lower back of a woman. Women's lower backs are often viewed as an erotic body part, leading to the association of lower-back tattoos with sexuality. Lower-back tattoos are also perceived as an indication of promiscuity by some.

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DOGGY STYLE

Humans are the only primates that mate face-to-face. In other primate species, the female displays swollen red buttocks to attract a male when she's ready for mating. Human females display enlarged buttocks permanently. This is because regular human sexual activity can encourage long-term pair-bonding for the successful rearing of children.

Wearing tight jeans is popular because they highlight the buttocks and give them a firm, rounded look. High heel shoes make the wearer arch her back, push out her buttocks, and make her wiggle when she walks. Marilyn Monroe reputedly cut three-quarters of an inch (2 cm) off the heel of her left shoe to emphasize her wiggle.

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