It Had to be Done
Busty mom, hung son, isolated house. (Edited 7/30/2018)
I read some of the critiques of this story, and then re-read it. Much of that criticism was fair; I was not as clear as I should have been on some points, and without more explanation, some of the events seem far-fetched. Hopefully this version is more coherent and satisfying. (Edit submitted July 30, 2018)

This is a work of fantasy. All characters are over 18. In real life, incest is wrong, and turning your reluctant, busty mother into your sexual plaything is bad, mmkay?

Michael was the youngest of four children of Tom and Valerie Henderson. He sat in his third period Algebra class and reflected on what a sadistic bastard his father was. They had packed up and moved three weeks before spring break of Michael's senior year of high school, forcing him to start over in a new town in a new state for the ninth time in his life. It was no wonder his older brothers and sister never visited once they left home.

This wasn't idle teenage anger, Tom really was a sadist. He was fiercely competitive, dominating, and was a borderline sociopath. In short, he was perfect for his career in sales. Tom was ruthless in his pursuit of promotions, but his sales numbers usually propelled him to the top of any short list when his supervisors needed to fill a vacancy. Tom put his career ahead of his family, and had shown in the past that he would move without hesitation.

When the head of the corporate office in Omaha had to step down for health reasons, Tom was primed to take over that plum position. It never crossed his mind that his wife and youngest son would be bothered leaving their lovely Los Angeles suburban home and moving to Nebraska. Valerie was visibly upset when Tom announced that they were moving, but she was so submissive to her husband that she never so much as murmured in protest.

Michael tried to escape from his abusive father. He approached his three best friends and asked if he could stay with one of their families until graduation. One of his friends' parents was concerned, and called Tom directly. Tom was smoothly reassuring on the phone, letting them know this had to be a simple misunderstanding. At the same time, he was seething at his son for making him look bad.

Michael heard his mother cry out. It was the only warning he had before his father was on him. Because he had seen his father beat the living shit out of his older brothers, Michael had been taking martial arts courses for the last few years. However, his dad was a fifth degree black belt. Michael did his best to defend himself, but it was a very one-sided fight. It would have been much worse, but Tom was enraged at his son for having the temerity to actually block or deflect all those punches and kicks. When he lost his temper like that, his attacks were more predictable.

They battled through the living room for twenty minutes, knocking the furniture over as they went. In the end, Tom got his son in a choke hold. He might have actually killed his own son if Valerie hadn't softly dissuaded him with a gentle touch on his forearm.

"Please, Tom," she begged him, "let him go."

Tom grunted in disgust, dropping his son to the living room floor. He stood over Michael and glowered down at him.

"Don't you EVER embarrass me like that again, you got that?" he spat out.

"Yes, sir," Michael responded, rubbing his throat.

Their broken couch and coffee table were left in the driveway when they drove away in the moving truck.

Michael had a really tough time fitting in at his new school. He wasn't tall or athletic, but he was a decent-looking young man. Unfortunately, this late in his senior year of high school, most of the girls in his new school already had boyfriends. He looked around the class at some of the cute girls. In his mind it was a checklist he had already gone through. Only one of those girls was interested, and she had a boyfriend. Michael really didn't want to have to fight that guy, and a girl who encouraged that sort of confrontation was probably more trouble than she was worth.

He sighed quietly to himself and tried to focus on the math. It was the last day of school before spring break. He went through the rest of his classes, and talked with the handful of classmates he was beginning to befriend. It was an uphill battle being Tom Henderson's kid and trying to be liked. Michael got through the day and went home. He looked out the window that evening, just shaking his head as he watched fresh snow falling. It was spring break, for fuck's sakes!

His mom walked up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders. He had watched her reflection in the window as she approached. She always wore sexy little robes or gowns around the house. It was what Tom wanted. Those outfits invariably showcased her huge breasts. It was the reason Michael stopped inviting any of his friends over after the sixth grade. His friends understandably could not take their eyes off of his mom, and her hypnotically swaying bosom in particular. He understood, because he had been hypnotized by those amazing breasts almost every day of his life, even though it was his mom.

Michael had developed amazing self control as a result. Valerie had almost never seen him ogling her body. The handful of times she had caught him looking, it was so fleeting that she thought she must have imagined it. This skill set carried over when Michael went to school and moved over his lifetime. He was not intimidated by pretty, well-endowed girls. He never embarrassed himself or got caught staring at them.

In his last school, he had dated some of the most attractive girls. He had inherited enough of his father's dominating personality that he was able to manipulate them into doing whatever he desired. Most of the time, he desired a nice, wet blowjob. It had been a solid month since he had the pleasure of his girlfriend's soft mouth nursing a load of his cum from him. He missed Melissa. Well, he missed Melissa's eager, lush body. He probably missed Melissa's horny mom even more.

Of course, neither of them was in the same league as his own sexy mom, who was now rubbing his neck and shoulders. Sighing as she looked at the snow with him, she spoke up.

"I can't believe this," she said in her breathy little voice, "It's ninety degrees at our house in LA right now."

"Yeah," Michael grunted.

He stood and enjoyed her touch for ten minutes. Then he turned around her body and returned the favor, working his strong fingers into the muscles of his mom's shoulders and neck. He actually had taken some therapeutic massage training the previous summer, for a job at the local mall. When Valerie sighed and dropped her head, he got to admire her shapely ass. The short, translucent robe made no secret of her tiny pink thong. That vision never failed to stir a solid erection in Michael's boxers.

Later that evening, Tom returned home from the office. He was brusque as he announced that he was leaving for the airport and that they were on their own for dinner.

"Where are you going, Dad?" Michael asked. He wasn't disrespectful in the way that he asked. He wasn't trying to antagonize his father, and he knew his mother wouldn't even ask.

"We have a group in Atlanta that they need me to oversee. After that, I'm heading down to Orlando. I'll probably be back in three or four weeks."

Inside, Michael was seething. He and his mother would be stuck here in the freezing cold while his father played in sunny Florida. He held that resentment inside, smiled and said, "Have a good time, Dad."

Valerie thought about it, and found her voice. "Tom, couldn't we all go? Michael is on his spring break, so we could—"

"No." Tom's voice was cold as he cut her off. He didn't even bother to explain, just got his things together. A taxi was there to pick him up fifteen minutes after he had walked in the door.

It was not the first time Tom had left his wife and kids for weeks at a time. Valerie's married life had consisted mainly of those prolonged absences punctuated by his dominating presence. She was a woman plagued by insecurity. She really didn't think that she was attractive enough. She had always been self-conscious of her large breasts, but felt that they were the only thing that kept her successful husband around. When he said that he expected her to dress sexy for him all the time, she made sure her outfits displayed her breasts prominently, and showed off her ass as well.

Her older boys and their friends had openly displayed their admiration. Valerie had enjoyed the attention, and had felt attractive when those boys and young men had been around. Unfortunately, Tom would fly into a rage when he caught them looking at her, often running off those friends for good. Far too often, he would beat his oldest sons into submission.

Until that one fight before they left California, he had never had that sort of confrontation with Michael. Michael had always been careful to avoid antagonizing his father. He had a very keen, calculating mind. He was skilled at hiding his emotions. That was unfortunate for poor Valerie and her low self-esteem. With her oldest sons long gone, it had been years since she had felt sexy or appreciated. These days she felt old and unattractive, unaware of Michael's arousal whenever he was around her. She certainly never got any validation from her domineering husband.

When the taxi took Tom to the airport, Valerie sighed and poured a tall glass of wine. Michael watched as she quickly drained that glass and refilled it. He shook his head. This was going to be a very long 'vacation,' he thought. Minutes later, he realized that it would be worse. The heater shut down audibly.

They had bought a spacious house far outside the city limits of Omaha. It sat on a very large plot, with two good sized hills and what could either be described as a small lake or a very large pond. The house probably cost half what their much smaller home in Los Angeles had been worth. It was new, and it took a while for Michael to figure out the complicated menu for the climate control system.

He eventually figured out that his father had set the climate control to save power. The heater would not come back on until the temperature inside the house had dropped below fifty-six degrees. It would be miserably cold for twelve hours every night. Michael clenched his fists. They were rich, dammit! Why his dad had to be such a miser was just another part of the sadistic enigma.

Michael trudged to his room and stripped off his school clothes. He wrapped a thick robe around his naked body and found his thick wool socks. He then walked back to the living room and sat next to his mother on the couch, pulling the thick comforter over them to keep them warm.

Valerie had already finished her second glass of wine and was slowly sipping her third. She hadn't realized how chilly she was until she felt the warmth of the comforter over her thighs. She smiled gratefully at Michael.

"Thanks," she breathed, "I didn't realize how cold it was."

Michael smiled back at her. She was unaware, but her thick nipples were hard as pebbles. They were clearly visible through the thin material of her gown. Michael's eyes feasted on those mouth-watering breasts out of his peripheral vision. His hard dick was already starting to work its way up from his lap, out of the front of his robe. He got a small thrill from that; knowing that his hard, naked dick was just a foot away from his mother's bare thighs under the blanket.

The sun had set, and the light from the television was soon the only illumination in the house. When Valerie arose to get another glass of wine, she was already a bit unsteady on her feet and shivering from the cold air. Michael admired her swaying, almost naked bottom and reached down to slowly stroke his erection beneath the covers.

His calculating mind crunched the numbers. He would have her, he thought. He would have sex with his busty mom many times before his father returned.

It had to be done.

He couldn't rush it, he thought. He didn't want to scare her off, and certainly didn't want her calling his father. It would have to start off subtly. He carefully concealed his hard-on within his robe again. Valerie's hands shook noticeably from the cold when she returned. Michael gallantly offered his spot on the couch, and covered her up to her neck in the warm comforter.

"Here you go, Mom," he said gently, "Have my spot. It's already warm." His hands slid down to her shoulders beneath the comforter. "You're freezing!" he continued, "Let me get you something warm to wear."

Valerie was just grateful. Her son was so sweet and considerate, she thought. Her body basked in his residual warmth on the couch and covers as she snuggled into them. He returned a couple minutes later with her bathrobe and her bottle of wine.

"Should I get another bottle for you?" he asked, "This one's almost empty."

"That's a good idea," she nodded, "Thank you!"

Michael draped the robe over her front, beneath the comforter. His hands 'inadvertently' brushed her hard nipples and her shaved pubic mound as he smoothed it over her body. He walked to the kitchen and returned with a fresh bottle of wine, setting it on the coffee table next to the first. He was shivering at the invasive chill when he finally handed her the glass of wine and rejoined her under the warmth of the comforter.

Valerie leaned against her son, and she sighed when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She sipped the rest of the glass of wine. When the show they were watching finally ended, Michael reached for the remote and searched for something else to watch.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" he asked, "I could make popcorn."

Valerie realized with a start that they hadn't had dinner. She had been waiting for Tom to get home, to tell her what to cook. Popcorn wasn't a nutritious meal by any stretch of the imagination, but it was food.

"That sounds nice," she said.

Michael hurried to get the popcorn started and return to the warmth of his mother's side. It made cool air swirl around Valerie's calves and ankles, giving her a chill. Michael noticed her shivering again and asked, "Are you okay?"

"My feet are really cold," she chattered back.

This was getting ridiculous. "I'm going to turn up the heat," Michael announced. "We are going to get sick if we leave it this cold."

Valerie nodded. She hated to disobey her husband, but Michael was right. She jumped a bit when she heard him swear.

"Son of a bitch!" Michael hollered from the thermostat, "He put a password on it. Do you know what the code is?"

She didn't. She just shook her head miserably.

The microwave dinged then, letting them know the popcorn was ready. Michael poured it into a bowl and brought it back to the couch, refilling his mother's glass before sliding next to her again. They were now both shivering as the cold air washed over their feet.

"This isn't working," Michael said softly. "Mom, do you think we could watch this in your room? We could get under the covers in there and we'd be a lot warmer."

"Good idea," she said, and they gathered up the popcorn and wine. Michael slung the comforter over his shoulder and hustled ahead of her. He turned on the bedroom light and spread the comforter over the one already on the bed, providing a deep layer of insulation for them to slide beneath.

At first, it was really chilly there under the sheets. Valerie did not mind at all when Michael curled up next to her and pulled her body to his. He was so much warmer than she was, she thought. It was nice of him to share that warmth with her. In fact, it just felt nice to have him cuddle her like this. She turned onto her side so that his front was able to press into her back. That just felt perfect. She felt very affectionate to her son as his body spooned up to hers.

Michael wrapped his arm around her body. His hand once again came into contact with her big, heaving breast.

"Sorry," he breathed into her neck.

"That's okay," she replied.

Valerie realized she had made a mistake with that answer. Michael did not remove his hand. It did feel nice and warm, though. It wasn't like he was squeezing or groping her, so she didn't say anything more. She was a little bothered that his bony knee was somehow pressed into her bottom, though. She squirmed a bit. Her eyes opened wide when she realized it wasn't his knee. She had just managed to work the head of his cock right into the cleft of her ass.

"Sorry about that," he breathed again, this time rolling away and pulling his thick cock from her cheeks. He also released her breast.

Valerie noticed that it had gotten significantly warmer under the covers by then. She pushed the bathrobe from her and rolled over to find the television remote. She sat up against the pillows so that she could see the television, and Michael did the same. He reached over to the nightstand and handed her glass of wine to her. He set the bowl of popcorn between them on the bed.

"I'll help you wash the covers before Dad gets home," he murmured to her.

That was another good idea, she thought. It would be a real problem if Tom came home and found popcorn crumbs in their bed.

Before she could finish that glass of wine, Valerie had to use the bathroom. The cold air was a shock to her skin when she emerged from the warmth of those covers. She shrieked out loud when her bottom came in contact with the frigid toilet seat. She was a little embarrassed when her son came running in to see if she was alright. He seemed to be embarrassed to see her shaved pussy exposed like that.

"Are you okay, Mom?" he asked as he turned his head away.

"Sorry," she gasped out, "The toilet seat was just really cold. I'm okay, though."

Still keeping his head turned away from her, Michael stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water tap in the sink. "That should warm up by the time you are finished," he said, "Then you can use a warm washcloth to clean yourself."

"Thanks," she said to his retreating back. That was another really good idea. She would never have thought of it. She would have had to wash her hands in frigid cold water.

That warm washcloth felt very nice as it cleaned and soothed her clenched little pussy. She rinsed it out and washed her hands as well. She looked into the mirror and realized her nipples were still incredibly hard and protruded noticeably. She was a little sad that Tom would not be there to enjoy them.

Valerie walked unsteadily and lurched a bit heading back to bed. Michael softly took her wine glass from her and set it back on the nightstand on his side of the bed. "That's enough for tonight, Mom," he said, "You don't want to get really drunk, and you don't want to be going to the bathroom all night."

She nodded at that suggestion. She was already beginning to submissively obey her son. "Thank you," she said.

She felt his warm arm wrap around her back and happily slid next to him in the bed. He pressed play and they watched the rest of the movie. She opened her mouth each time he fed her a piece of popcorn. Because of the wine, she didn't realize she was licking the salt and butter from his fingers. Watching her do that turned him on something fierce. He had to carefully control himself or he would have moaned out loud.

An hour later, she had to use the bathroom again. Michael helped steady her as she walked to the bathroom, once again turning on the hot water for her before he left. Valerie did not notice his foot sweeping her thong out the door, and really didn't think about the fact she wasn't wearing underwear beneath her short gown when he helped her back into the bed. She was slightly drunk, and it was nice just having all the attention her loving son was giving her.

It felt so pleasant to snuggle up with his warm body in her bed. She could only imagine how cold she would be if he wasn't there beside her. Instead, it became really warm.
"Mom, I am starting to sweat in this bathrobe," Michael said toward the end of the movie, "Is it alright with you if I take it off?"

"Sure," she said. She leaned back to give him room, and he untied the robe and removed it. He folded it neatly in his lap atop the covers, and then he set it on the nightstand. She had to admire his muscular back as he leaned away from her. He held his arm out to her and she wiggled back into his body. Her head felt right at home lying on his chest like that.

Michael looked down at her face. She wasn't even watching the movie anymore, he realized. Her eyes had closed and she had a soft smile on her face. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as it pressed against his thigh. She had not realized he was now naked in her bed.

It was late. Michael debated with himself, but decided that was sufficient progress for tonight. After all, he was sleeping naked in bed with his mother, and she wasn't wearing panties. His mom had been drinking, and he wanted to make sure she didn't think he had taken advantage of her. He pulled her chin up and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Good night, Mom," he whispered. He turned off the television.

"Good night," she whispered back.

Valerie awoke several hours later. She desperately needed to pee. She gasped when her bare foot touched the cold floor of the bathroom. It almost made her wet herself as her bladder clenched in response. That did remind her to turn on the warm water, though. She bit back a groan of discomfort as her bottom was once again chilled by the frigid toilet seat.

The water was barely warmed by the time she hurriedly finished relieving herself and washed her hands. She hastily wiped her pussy clean and then looked at herself in the mirror.

"Why am I doing that?" she wondered. She normally just wiped with toilet paper. She rinsed out the washcloth and hung it up, scurrying back to the warm haven of the bed.

She really couldn't see anything after she turned off the bathroom light, so it wasn't until her body was pressed against her son's that she remembered he was even there. Her head had the familiar mild headache of a hangover, but she could remember everything clearly. She had simply forgotten he was there. His steady breathing told her he was still asleep. She did not take long to fall back to sleep next to him.

Michael's voice awoke her in the morning.

"Mom, what are you doing?" he said softly.

She realized that she was slowly stroking his hard cock with her right hand. Her head was on his belly, beneath the sheets. In the pale light of the morning, she could see his straining cock head inches from her face. She might have even taken him into her mouth, she thought, if he hadn't said something. She pulled back from him and paled at the thought.

"I'm sorry, Michael," she said softly.

Valerie had no idea that he had wrapped her hand around his dick and encouraged her to start stroking him. His face gave away the fact that he was enormously turned on, though, as did his erection tenting the sheets. Valerie realized that she was turned on as well, faced with this obviously virile cock. Tom had not had such a rigid erection for her for quite some time now.

Michael whispered to her then, "Sorry, Mom."

She would have asked why, but she saw. He seemed reluctant, but his hand slid beneath the sheets and began stroking his thick shaft. Valerie wanted to protest; her mouth opened but she just watched silently as his hand moved up and down. She could not take her eyes from the sight.

She finally did peel her eyes away to meet her son's gaze when he spoke to her again. His voice was soft and had a reasonable tone, like he was explaining something to her that she should have known.

"I'm going to need your help, Mom. I'm getting really close and I don't want to stain the sheets."

She nodded and lifted the sheet, neither registering nor resisting his hand as it found the middle of her back and guided her to his lap. Her mouth was still open and welcomed her son's throbbing cock. His fat cock head felt right at home in her mouth. It was moist with his pre-cum, and the buttery, salty taste delighted her taste buds. She licked it clean and kept right on sucking. It felt completely natural when he began bucking and spewing the main course into her mouth.

Tom had trained her well. Not a drop escaped her lips. There was a lot more cum than she was accustomed to, so her gulping was audible. When she had swallowed all of her son's hot, tasty cum, she slowly released his spent cock and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I could have just gotten a washcloth or something..."

"It's okay, Mom," he said, pulling her to him for a reassuring hug. "There wasn't time. You just did the most natural thing. It had to be done."

He looked at her then, and smiled softly. "Thank you. That really did feel amazing."

Valerie beamed at him. She wasn't stupid; she knew that sucking her son's cock wasn't something she was supposed to do. She also knew that he had really wanted her to do it, and maybe had pressed her into it. The part that had her smiling was the compliment. Her husband had not thanked her for sucking his dick in twenty years.

She slid out of the bed and was surprised to see Michael giving her body a lustful look. She stopped where she stood, scarcely able to believe it as his eyes roamed over her breasts and pussy. Valerie shivered under his gaze. She really thought up until that moment that her son thought she was unattractive. He shook his head and smiled softly.

"Sorry, Mom," he apologized again, "I just realized how sexy you look."

He got out of bed and she got a nice long look at his bobbing erection before he wrapped himself in his bathrobe. He came around the bed and hugged her, then retrieved her bathrobe from the side of the bed and gently wrapped her in it. She shivered as he looked her body up and down before closing the robe and gently tying the belt around her.

She probably should have protested as he kissed her lips softly, but it just felt nice. It only lasted a minute.

"I love you, Mom," Michael said softly. He left her with a smile on her face as he went to get his shower.

It took a while for the water to warm up, but once it was there the shower felt really refreshing. Valerie emerged and sighed in relief when she felt the warm air finally coming out of the vents. She dressed in lacy little panties with a matching bra and garter belt, thigh-high stockings, with a sheer, short robe over the ensemble. The bra barely contained her enormous breasts, and her pale pink nipples and small aureoles were clearly visible. So accustomed was she to dressing this way that it didn't even register that she was displaying her body for her son.

Looking out the window, Valerie could see that three feet of snow had fallen overnight. The house was a half-mile from the main road, on a six acre plot. They did not realize that the road had already been plowed, since it was out of sight from the windows of the house. Valerie assumed they were stuck in the house until the snow thawed. She really felt badly for Michael. He would have enjoyed such a splendid spring break if they had just stayed in Los Angeles for another month.

Now, he was stuck here with her. She would have to try to make it up to him, she thought. Unbidden, she pictured his hard cock again and that look on his face when she had sucked him dry. It gave her a shiver.

She smiled as she felt him approach. His arms felt so good as they wrapped around her waist and he hugged her from behind. She finally turned around after he released her to see that he was wearing flannel pajamas. She tried not to stare, but the opening in the pajama bottoms gaped open enough that she could clearly see the thick shaft of his cock. She wondered idly if he was still hard.

Michael was careful, once again, not to stare openly at his mother's body. He looked into her eyes and said, "You look beautiful, Mom. How was your shower?"

"Once the water finally warmed up, it was glorious." Her smile was lovely. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Eggs and pancakes would be nice," he said. He got to watch her sexy ass as she walked into the kitchen to start breakfast.

"Should I make some coffee?" Michael asked as he followed that hypnotic backside.

"That sounds good," Valerie replied, unaware of the marvelous show she gave him as she bent over to get out a frying pan.

"Must not rush this," Michael said to himself as he carefully avoided looking directly at her barely concealed pussy and asshole. Seeing her bent over like that, he really wanted to just pull her skimpy panties to the side and fill her with his cock. He busied himself starting a pot of coffee, and then got out of the kitchen to let his mom get to work cooking their breakfast.

He had considered offering to cook breakfast, but realized that would probably have been a mistake. As much as Michael resented his father, he had her well-trained. As long as he didn't push her too fast, she would naturally try her best to please him over the next few weeks. His cock throbbed as he looked at her in the kitchen and imagined that sexy woman pleasing him.

Trying to keep himself occupied—and to avoid getting caught staring—Michael turned on the television. He groaned when he saw that the snow-covered satellite dish was providing no signal. Valerie looked up at the sound.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The satellite is down," he answered. "That means we don't have internet, either. Do we have some DVDs unpacked that we can watch?"

She thought a bit before answering. "I think I saw a box of them in the garage. Over on the far side wall."

Michael made his way to the garage, putting on some slippers to keep his feet from freezing on the cold cement floor. He found the box, alright. His eyes opened wide when he realized that he was looking at his father's rather substantial porn collection. It wouldn't have been obvious to anyone else; the DVDs were all in cases with regular movie labels. Only the small, handwritten titles on the back right corner of each one gave away the true contents. He closed the box back up and thought over how to use this to his advantage. Finally, he carried the entire box into his parents' bedroom and set it on the floor.

They sat down for breakfast, saying little as they ate. Valerie was a decent cook, but it was another thing in her life to make her insecure. Michael was aware of it as she looked at him anxiously. He smiled at her as he ate.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mom," he said.

"You're welcome," she replied. It hadn't been a compliment, but she did appreciate the acknowledgement.

When they had finished eating, she cleared the table and washed the dishes. Once again, he slipped behind her and hugged her. She could feel his erection pressing into her bottom, and smiled. At least I can manage to turn him on, she thought to herself. He released her and then pulled the recliner over to the large picture window. He sat and looked out at all the snow.

It would have been lovely if it wasn't such a drag to be stuck inside. He briefly contemplated going out in the snow, but they hadn't bought any warm clothes suitable for it. His jacket was warm, but they didn't own any winter coats, gloves, or boots. It seemed that going outside would be fun for about five minutes. After that it would be miserably cold really quickly.

Valerie came over and stood next to him, reaching down to stroke his hair. Michael reached his arm up and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her gently to him. She slid into his lap and sighed as his arm squeezed her in a nice hug. They both groaned when they saw more fat flakes drifting down from the sky.

"It would be pretty if it wasn't supposed to be spring break. You know?" Michael said softly. He was speaking directly into the side of her right breast, his lips almost touching her.

That sensation, along with the falling snow outside, made her shiver in his lap. Her nipples were erect, clearly visible to him and right in front of his face. She wondered if he was always this hard; she could clearly feel the outline of his rigid cock below her.

"It makes me feel a little chilly just looking at it," she said. She wiggled her bottom a bit in his lap. His erection rose in response, and she felt it clearly poking her cheek. Valerie sighed and reluctantly stood up. She looked down and was surprised to see her son's throbbing erection clearly protruding from the pajama bottoms. It did look very nice, she thought.

Michael watched her as she checked him out. He wondered if she was aware she was licking her lips. He counted silently to twenty and then stood up, pushing the recliner back to its position in the living room. He was aware that his dick was waving wildly in front of him the whole time. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his mom's eyes following it while he pushed the recliner.

Michael made a show of being embarrassed as he tucked his cock back into the pajamas. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mom!" he said, "I should be more careful about these pajamas."

"It's okay," she said. She smiled softly when it promptly popped right back out. She had to admit, she enjoyed the show. Her pussy was moist as she once again stared at that nice thick dick.

Michael groaned and tucked it away again, hitching up his pajama bottoms to keep it contained. He looked at his sexy mother standing there, and spread his arms helplessly. Her breasts bobbed and weaved hypnotically as she approached with her arms spread and hugged him.

His cock throbbed against the inside of her thigh. Valerie sighed into his ear at the sensation.

"Maybe we should watch one of those movies," she said.

"Okay."

He once again followed her heart-shaped ass into her bedroom. His cock escaped again when she stopped and bent over right in front of him to open the box and rummage through it. He managed to tuck his erection away and crawled back into the bed. Once again, he had claimed his father's side.

"Ooh! 'Sleepless in Seattle!'" she looked over at him, "Would you mind if we watch this one? It's one of my favorites."

"That sounds fine," he gave her a smile. He wondered what the movie actually was on the DVD.

Valerie once again showed her sexy ass to her son as she bent to put the disc into the player. Michael kept imagining how amazing it would be to fuck her from behind when she did that. Her body jiggled delightfully as she hopped into the bed and slid next to her son. He put his arm around her and softly rubbed her back as she laid her head on his chest again.

They both had shocked looks on their faces when 'Busty Nurses 4' lit up the screen. Valerie's was authentic. She scrambled from the bed, but Michael hit stop on the remote, blanking the screen. Valerie turned to him.

"Sorry," she gasped, "we must have put the wrong DVD in that case."

"I'm sure it's not your fault, Mom," he said.

As she once again dug through the contents of the box, Valerie realized what had happened. Her face was red as she turned to her son.

"These are your father's DVDs," she said, "They are all porn."

"Oh!" Michael said. He got out of the bed, "I'll see if I can find the other boxes of movies, then."

They both looked around the garage, and in the spare bedroom, but they didn't find the 'regular' movies. Michael hadn't stashed them or anything; they had just been put into a storage closet in the hallway and neither of them knew it.

They spent a few hours unpacking some of the boxes they had found. It was something that needed doing anyway.

"It's not like we can sit around watching porn together," Michael said to her, "I mean, could you just imagine that?"

Valerie laughed at the suggestion, but then she did start to imagine it. In her mind, she could practically see her son's rampant cock bobbing in front of her as the dirty action on the screen turned him on. It wasn't as if those movies had no effect on her—she would probably be just as horny watching them with her son.

They took a break after a few hours and had a light lunch. After lunch, they stood at the picture window again and Michael massaged her shoulders and neck. At least another foot of snow had fallen. She shivered even though warm air was blowing out of the vents right onto them. His hands worked down her back. His thumbs pressed into her muscles and worked out the tension in her lower back muscles. She was always tense there.

"Maybe I should give you a full massage after dinner," Michael said.

"That sounds nice," she responded. It had been a while since he had given her a full massage, but she knew he was really skilled at it.

They unpacked a dozen more boxes before taking another break. Michael got dressed and went outside for a few minutes. He returned and banged his shoes together outside the front door. The snow flew from them, and then he came back inside. He hung up his jacket and shook his head.

"I was hoping I could reach the satellite dish to clear the snow off of it," he said, "but it's just buried under a big dome of snow up on the roof. I didn't see any way to get up there."

Valerie nodded at him as he explained all that. She stood and watched as he stripped off his pants and wool socks to hang them up. They also had snow caked on them. For once, he wasn't sporting an erection in his boxers. He walked into the kitchen and warmed up a cup of coffee in the microwave. He added cream and sugar and held the steaming mug in his cold hands to warm them. He looked a little miserable as he spoke up.

"Mom, what are we going to do all week? We have no television, no internet, it's freezing outside, and we can't go anywhere." He shook his head and sipped his coffee. "This has to be the worst spring break, ever."

Valerie wrung her hands at that. She could not think of anything, and it made her feel like a failure. Oh, they had some board games. She knew that was too lame to even mention. They had found some books, but nothing that would make for a memorable vacation. Most of those were motivational and sales books anyway.

"I guess we'll just have to sit around and watch porn all week," she finally said. She had thought it would come out funny, as a joke, but she realized after she had said it that there really wasn't anything better to do.

Michael shook his head and chuckled at that.

"What's so funny?" she asked him.

He looked a little embarrassed, but answered, "Sadly, if we had the internet I would probably be looking at porn right now."

After he had said it, he covered his mouth. "I shouldn't have said that, should I?"

She smiled at him. Granted, she was his mother, and she shouldn't approve of such a thing. Still, she felt like it was a compliment that he would trust her with something like that. She couldn't help it; the image of him stroking his hard cock to porn sprang into her mind. She smiled at her son a little sadly.

"I guess I'll make the popcorn," she said.

Michael looked at her uncertainly. "Um...I was planning to take a shower. I figured that would feel nice after the cold outside. Plus I did work up a little sweat moving all those boxes around. I'll be back in a bit."

As she watched him retreat to his bathroom, Valerie realized she had also been perspiring. She spoke up.

"I'll use your shower as soon as you're done," she said. He turned and nodded acknowledgement. She had another thought then. "Wait." He stopped and looked at her.

"We should use the master bathroom. Just grab your bathrobe and shower in there. I'll bring the popcorn and I'll shower after you."

"Okay," Michael got his bathrobe and a towel from his bathroom and then hung up his flannel shirt in his closet. He walked past the kitchen with the towel wrapped around his waist. When the popcorn was finished, she put it into the bowl they had used the night before and padded into her bedroom. She could hear Michael in the shower. She set the bowl back on the nightstand and peeled her lingerie off. She tossed the sexy outfit into her hamper and then looked around for her bathrobe.
It was hanging in the bathroom. She realized that and made her way in to grab it. Of course, Michael had just finished his shower. He stared wide-eyed as his naked mom walked in. His hard cock bounced up in salute. Valerie vainly tried to cover herself with her hands, but her massive breasts evaded her attempts. Michael looked at her hungrily and licked his lips. That look sent a shock to her pussy.

He managed to look embarrassed and covered his erection. He turned his head away. "The water's nice and warm," he croaked out. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll leave you to it."

He grabbed his robe and made a show of not staring at her while sliding by.

The water was warm. It felt really nice as it cascaded over her body. She did stroke her soapy pussy to a nice little climax in the shower. She tried not to think about her son's hard cock while she did it. That made her recall how nice—how natural—it had felt when she had him in her mouth that morning...and then she was shivering in orgasm. The image of her son's tasty dick was firmly in her mind when she came.

After her shower, Valerie looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her huge boobs shook as she brushed out her hair. She couldn't help it; she was picturing her son thrusting his cock between them the way her husband enjoyed. She was turned on, but a little disgusted with herself. She shook her head and gave her reflection a stern admonition.

"Don't be that girl," she said softly to herself. "Don't be the kind of mom who has sex with her son."

She wrapped her bathrobe around her voluptuous body and tied it tightly, then made her way to the bed. Michael looked at her as she slid beneath the covers next to him. He popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth and spoke to her softly.

"Are we really going to watch that movie?"

Valerie didn't trust herself to speak. Instead, she smiled at her son as she pressed play on the remote. The screen lit up with the credits, with a montage of the Busty Nurses getting dressed. That was followed by the individual porn stars in action, introducing each one and giving a preview of the sex action to come. It was clear to her that Michael was already completely hard before the movie even started. She reminded herself again that she was not going to have sex with her son.

By the second sex scene, Valerie could feel her moist pussy leaking slightly. She was glad to be wearing the bathrobe. Her lacy panties would have been soaked through. Michael was throbbing visibly through the sheet. To keep from touching his erection, he focused on the popcorn. He would pop one into his mouth, then turn and feed one to his mother.

She was focused on the action on the screen. Once again, she heard her son softly clear his throat and ask what she was doing. Only then did she realize she had two of his fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking on them just like the big-titted girl on screen was doing to the fat cock between her lips.

They were both red-faced as she released his fingers and mumbled, "Sorry."

Michael's breathing was ragged. "Me too," he said.

She watched him lower the sheet and expose his pulsing erection. His hand reached shakily down and wrapped around the shaft. He was looking from the television to her face. "Here it comes," she thought, "I have to be strong and tell him no."

"Mom, could you do me a favor?" he asked.

"Michael, I am your mother. You can't ask me to do that," she said. She got it out a little quickly, but felt proud of herself for being strong.

His expression was sheepish. "You're right," he said.

She smiled, pleased until he went on.

"I just wondered if yours were bigger."

"What?" she asked, puzzled at that.

"I was looking at you, and at that 'nurse' on the screen. She's got really large breasts, but I thought yours might be just as big, if not bigger. You're right, though, you're my mom and I shouldn't be asking to see your breasts." He turned back to watching the screen, "She really has nice big ones, don't you think?"

She looked at the porn star's breasts, waving wildly around as she was bent over and pounded from behind. They were nice big tits, she thought, but really hers were probably bigger. She was disconcerted, though. She had really expected Michael to ask her to suck his dick again. Perhaps he would have been bold enough to ask to fuck her. She watched him slowly stroking his cock and realized she was disappointed that he hadn't asked for anything sexual.

Compared to what she had imagined him asking, showing him her breasts seemed trivial. After all, they had been almost displayed in her lingerie every day. She looked at the screen again and was a little annoyed. Dammit, her breasts were bigger and nicer looking than what that busty nurse tramp had! She impulsively leaned over and kissed Michael's cheek.

"I'm sorry," she said in her soft, breathy voice, "That wasn't what I thought you were going to ask. Here," and she turned to face him. She opened her bathrobe and her glorious melons were right in his face.

"Wow," he breathed.

He nodded as she held up one, and then the other for him to clearly see just how big, heavy, and perfectly proportioned they were. Michael pulled his bath towel over his erection and shook as he shot a load of cum into it. He never took his eyes from her breasts except when he briefly closed them.

"Thanks, Mom," he murmured. "I knew you had big ones, but they are just perfect. I always assumed your lingerie just made them look better than they actually are, but clearly I was wrong."

Valerie blushed at that. Tom would never have complimented her breasts like that, much less admitted to being wrong about anything. She felt so sexy in that moment, basking in her son's attention. She left her robe open and enjoyed it every time she saw him admiring her body.

They watched the rest of that movie and two more. Michael deposited a second load of cum into his towel, and he was looking at her again when he did. Valerie could scarcely believe how turned on she was. It was all she could do to keep her hands away from her drenched pussy.

They turned off the television and she fixed dinner. Her son once again hugged her from behind, and she really enjoyed feeling his hardness pressed against the crack of her ass. She was all sorts of turned on after watching those movies, even more so from watching Michael stroke his cock. What had her most aroused, though, was the way he paid attention to her. He made her feel so sexy.

Halfway through dinner, they heard the heater turn off again. Michael looked a little miserable at the sound. Valerie wondered why; last night it had been cold, but they had been fine.

"It's going to be so cold tonight," he said after he finished chewing and swallowing.

"Why? We were perfectly warm last night."

"Well, yeah, but I'll be in my bed, you'll be in yours. It will be really cold without you."

"You're not going to join me tonight?" She was surprised. She had just assumed he would be there, keeping her warm again.

"Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier. You are my mom, after all. It's probably not a great idea for us to be sleeping together."

Valerie felt like something important had just been yanked away from her. She needed her son in her bed with her. She just couldn't imagine lying in her bed all night, cold and alone. Well, she could imagine it. She just didn't want to. She realized she had stopped with food still in her mouth. She forced it down and looked into Michael's eyes.

"Please, Michael," she said, "Don't make me sleep alone tonight."

"Mom..." he shook his head and took another bite. He chewed deliberately while thinking over what he should say. After he swallowed, he said, "Look, I appreciate what you tried to do today. You have made this whole miserable spring break almost bearable. But, we've been watching porn all evening. I am all kinds of horny, and I have been realizing just how sexy you are all day. I am worried I might do something inappropriate with my own mother. I mean, I actually asked you to show me your breasts, for crying out loud. What kind of son does that?"

She shrugged that off. She had showed him her breasts, and that had actually been nice. If he did something inappropriate, she would just tell him to stop, she thought. None of that seemed bad at all compared to the thought of sleeping all alone in a cold bed rather than snuggling up with her son.

"I don't care," she finally said. "I want you to cuddle up with me and keep me warm tonight. I don't want to be alone. Okay?"

He raised his eyebrows at her response, looking like he was going to protest. Then he shivered. "Is it just me, or is it already getting chilly in here?"

Valerie got up and checked the thermostat. It had already dropped to sixty-six degrees.

"It is colder," she said, "Tonight is going to be really cold. Please, Michael."

"Alright," he said, "I'll try to be good, Mom, I promise."

Before he came to her room that night, he put on shorts beneath his flannel pajamas. His body felt warm pressed against hers immediately. As he had suspected, though, it soon became unbearably warm beneath the sheets and both comforters. He was drenched in sweat. Valerie was also sweating in her bathrobe from the body heat radiating from her son.

"Oh, crap," she heard him whisper, "I'm going to get Dad's side of the bed all sweaty. This was a bad idea."

"It's fine," she replied, "We'll be washing these bed linens before he gets back. Just take off those pajamas."

While he sat up and removed his pajamas, she slipped off her bathrobe. She was only wearing a lacy black thong. She heard her son groan.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "These shorts are just drenched in sweat, and my whole body is soaked. I'll go grab a quick shower, and I'll be right back."

"That's a good idea," she said.

He picked up his sweaty pajamas and took them with him. Valerie immediately felt much cooler without him in the bed. He returned several minutes later, but she heard him muttering softly.

"Oh, yuck. The sheets are just soaked with sweat on my side. Should we change them?"

She really didn't want to, but it had to be done. She sighed and pulled her bathrobe back on. They turned on the lights and stripped the bed. While Michael put on clean sheets, she put the sweaty sheets and the bottom comforter into the washing machine and started it on a long cycle. Michael was waiting in the bed when she returned.

"I will need to move those linens into the dryer in two hours," Valerie said, "otherwise they will get a little funky in the washer."

Michael nodded. He understood how the hard water would leave sulfur deposits if it was allowed to sit.

"Should we set an alarm for it?" he asked.

"The washer has an alarm," she replied. She left the bedroom door ajar so that they would hear it. She kept her bathrobe on and slid into the bed. It felt really nice when Michael rolled onto his side and hugged her to his warm body. She sighed gratefully.

"Thanks, Michael," she whispered.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered back.

"I love you too."

The rhythmic thumping of the washing machine lulled them both to sleep. Michael had planned to try something, just to gauge her reaction and figure out what she might be willing to do with him. Instead, he was sound asleep while holding her in a gentle hug.

When the washer alarm went off, it did wake Valerie. She gently disengaged from her son's embrace and moved the bed linens into the dryer. She realized, shivering in the laundry room, that she had again perspired on her back beneath the robe. She turned off the light in the laundry room and carefully made her way back through the darkened house to her bedroom. She hung her bathrobe in the bathroom and slid once again into her son's warm embrace.

Michael awoke in the middle of the night. It took him a few disoriented minutes to figure out where he was and what had awakened him. His hard cock was being urgently sucked. He had initiated nothing. By the time he realized what was happening, he was already at the point of no return. His mother's hungry mouth slurped every drop of his sperm right out of him. He bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.

Afterward, she slid up his body. He could feel her massive breasts and hard nipples from his thighs all the way to his belly button. She turned onto her side and laid her head on his shoulder. She sighed happily...and then started to snore softly. In the meager light, he could not see her face. Had she been asleep the whole time?

The thought was mind-blowing. He lay awake in the bed thinking about it for a half hour. Naturally, thinking about his busty mother submissively sucking his cock in her sleep rapidly brought his cock back to life. There was really only one way to find out, he thought. He carefully turned and slid his body up the bed. He presented the throbbing head of his cock to her lips, gently pressing it in.

Valerie moaned softly in her sleep, and then she began to actively suck her son's cock again. Michael was enthralled. She was really good at this, he thought. She gave a better blowjob in her sleep than any of his high school girlfriends could on their best night. He prided himself on his stamina, but she drove him over the edge within ten minutes with her insistent sucking and licking.

After she had swallowed it all, she smacked her lips and rolled away from him. He tucked his drained cock back into his boxers and spooned up behind her. He was still marveling at what had happened when he fell back asleep.

Valerie awoke feeling wonderful. Her son was spooned behind her, and his cock was hard within his silk boxers. It felt really nice pressed against her bottom like that. His strong arms encircled her body, and his right hand felt like it belonged there as it cupped her right breast. She sighed softly and smiled to herself. He hadn't tried anything, she thought. His concerns had been completely unfounded.

She carefully turned in his grasp to face her son. He had a blissful expression in his sleep. He looked so handsome lying there like that. Her nipples hardened against his chest when she felt his hips press forward in his sleep. His cock was pressed against her panties, applying a welcome pressure against her labia and clitoris. It was a shame he was her son, she thought. That thick dick would fill her up nicely if she let it.

She lay there facing him and enjoying being held and slowly dry-humped. It felt like he was getting harder. She was definitely wet. The thought flitted through her mind that she really ought to stop this, but she dismissed it. It felt really nice and she didn't want to stop. Michael's hand began to slowly stroke her back, and that sent shivers down her spine. He was slowly pulling further back and pushing further forward each time. He moaned softly in his sleep, and that sounded so sexy to her.

The soft silk of the boxers was slowly being pressed aside. Michael was aroused, but he really was asleep. Valerie was so wet that she was unaware of the subtle change. That cock had escaped the leg opening of the silk boxers and was now pressing insistently between her legs. She lifted her left leg over his thigh, but then the drenched little panties slid down just a little as gravity exerted its pull on them. She stifled a groan as she felt the thick tip of him press between her wet little lips.

That felt really nice. Because she thought his boxers still contained him, she didn't realize that she was welcoming his naked cock right into her. She just assumed that the boxers would keep this penetration to a nice teasing little pressure. The ridge of his thick glans felt just amazing as it parted her lips and slipped inside. His hips slowly pumped forward and back. She bit her lip as that first fluttering orgasm hit her.

"Wow, that really was nice," she thought. "I really, really should stop this now, though."

She just couldn't bring herself to do it. It just felt too good. When that thick ridge brushed her g-spot, she shook in even more intense orgasmic tremors. Michael's hand slid down her back and pressed her ass toward him. She realized she had spread her legs open wider to accommodate him. It felt better and better as it went on.

She finally felt his wiry pubic hair and the edge of the boxers against her shaved pubic mound and realized the truth of what was happening. By then, though, it was far too late. Her will to stop this was gone.

Michael's eyes fluttered open as she kissed him passionately. He was incredibly aroused, but it took a moment for him to realize what his mother was talking about.

"Whatever you do, don't stop!" she gasped into his mouth.

It had been Michael's plan to slowly seduce his mother over the course of the week. That had not been her plan. Once she felt her son's thick cock pleasing her pussy, Valerie knew how they would be spending the rest of their time alone together.

Her nails raked his back and shoulders as she pulled him on top of her. He continued to slowly fuck her surprisingly snug pussy. Michael shook his head as he watched those amazing breasts bounce tantalizingly on her chest. He was half convinced this was still a dream. Then her convulsing pussy soaked him with her girl cum and he comprehended the truth. He was fucking his mother's deliciously tight pussy, and she had been the one to make it happen.

He held his full length inside her as her orgasmic shaking slowly subsided. He smiled down at her, enjoying the way her pussy gripped his length within her soaked channel. Her breathing returned to normal and he read the guilt that began to spread over her expression. She looked like she was about to say something he didn't want to hear, so he leaned down and buried his tongue in her mouth for the first time. His hips started to pump his length in and out again as he claimed her eager mouth.

When her expression had changed back to the wanton horny one he had seen earlier, he finally broke off the kiss and lifted his chest up from hers. He was really able to fuck her thoroughly in this position. He smiled at her again.

"Mmm. Good morning, Mom."

"Ooh! Good morning!" she replied brightly.

She lifted her spread legs into the air, giving her pussy to him eagerly. She moaned when he finally sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. It felt so good, she thought; so natural. Her body was his to do with as he pleased, and she would love every moment of it.

The rest of spring break was going to be so much better for the two of them.
It Had to be Done Again
Their isolated Spring Break continues.
The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

This is an attempt at a sequel to 'It Had to be Done.' I have made several attempts at follow-up stories before this one. Invariably, I reach a point where I sit back and evaluate the story, and say to myself, "Wow. That really sucks. No way am I putting that crap out on Literotica." Hopefully this is a little better than that.

*****

Tom lay back on the bed in his hotel suite, basking in his victory blowjob. He had manipulated this gorgeous little college coed into joining him in his room, and now she was eagerly trying to show him that she was indeed capable of delivering amazing oral sex. His hard cock in her mouth was not enough to prove she was doing a good job—she had seen him take that Viagra tablet. Her eyes searched his for affirmation.

"Come on, sweetie," he said softly, "You can do better than that."

She really tried, choking herself in the effort.

Tom's cell phone began playing a tune on the nightstand, and he reached for it in annoyance. He saw that the call was from his son, Michael, and he almost didn't answer it. Only the thought that it might be a real emergency made him sigh and take the call.

"What is it, Michael?" he snapped into the phone.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, Dad," Michael answered. "Honestly, I wouldn't have called, but I am afraid that Mom may be getting frostbite on her toes. She won't say anything about it, but her toes have been turning blue overnight. I was just going to turn up the thermostat a couple of degrees overnight, but I don't know the code for it."

"Oh, come on," Tom snorted, "It's not that cold. Don't you think you're overreacting?"

"Actually, we've had over four feet of snow since you left," Michael replied, "Dad, I know you're busy. I just thought that I should tell you because if she gets frostbite...you might think it would make you look bad."

Tom was distracted at that point. The eager little cocksucker between his thighs was really doing an amazing job, and her desperate eyes turned him on even more.

He thought about telling his wife just to put on warm socks, but he realized that he had warned her not to do that before, when he instructed her to dress sexily for him all the time. Tom decided to relent, and magnanimously said, "Alright, Michael. The code is 7477633. Don't get too crazy with the thermostat."

He had to look at the letters beneath the numbers on his phone; the code was 'piss off' in his mind.

"Thank you, sir. I won't bother you again," Michael said into the phone. "Are you having a good time, Dad?"

Tom grunted as he filled the sexy little coed's mouth with his cum. "It's alright so far," he said. "I'll see you in three weeks."

He hung up the phone, and then rose from the bed. The young woman was spluttering and choking on the massive load of cum in her mouth, but she squealed in delight when he spanked her ass and slipped his cock into her drenched pussy. Unlike with his wife, he had taken a Viagra to ensure he would stay hard all night long with this young woman in her early twenties.

"You have got some real promise," he said, beginning to stroke his length into her, "Now let's see what you can do with this little pussy of yours."

Tom was smug as he fucked this girl and relished her groans. He knew she would be back the next day, even more desperate to please him. They always were.

* * *

Back at the house in Nebraska, Michael grinned at his mother from the thermostat. She smiled back as they heard the heater come to life and felt warm air blow out of the vents. The two of them had put their heads together to come up with that little scheme to outmaneuver Tom.

"Dad said he'll be home in three weeks," Michael said, his eyes roaming hungrily over her sexy body, "Whatever will we do in the meantime?"

She took his hand and flashed him a sexy smile.

"Well, we should get back into that nice, warm bed for starters," she said.

Michael followed her gorgeous, swaying ass into the bedroom. Despite the evening's cold, she was still scantily clad. The pale pink, gauzy nightgown flowed around her body as she walked, softening the curves of her body without truly hiding anything. They both knew it was no longer for her husband's benefit.

She relished being on display for her son. It made her wet to see the look in his eyes as he admired her large breasts, her tempting bottom, and her bald, puffy little pussy. She had not worn panties all day, and hadn't bothered to put her bra back on after he had removed it earlier to suck her tits while he fucked her.

Her nipples were still rock-hard when she turned to face him at the side of the bed. It was chilly, but the room was warming up nicely. Michael shed his robe as he bent to take one of those thick, irresistible nipples into his mouth. Valerie moaned in appreciation as his hot mouth sucked her sensitive nipple. She reached out to stroke his cock. She was just delighted at how hard her son was for her all the time.

It had only been that morning that she had awakened and taken him inside her for the first time. Since then, they had only stopped having sex for brief periods to get something to drink, to eat, and then to plan for and make that phone call after the heater shut down. They had showered together three times, but that was mostly to wash all of her son's sperm out of her pussy before he fucked her again. It wasn't like they stopped having sex just because they were in the shower; their wet bodies slapped together loudly beneath the spray as her son's soapy cock plunged into her pussy.

"Oh, yes!" she cried out as her son pushed her to the bed and eagerly filled her pussy again.

She loved him so much, she realized once more, as she saw his eyes taking in her body.

He loved the way her big tits rocked around on her chest while he fucked her. He couldn't help but smile down at her. She looked so incredibly sexy. The most surprising thing for him, though, was just how tight and perfect his mother's pussy felt as it stretched to accommodate his dick. They had been fucking all day, and still she was snugly squeezing his shaft.

"You are so unbelievably sexy, Mom," he murmured as he sped up the pace of his strokes.

He looked down at that amazing sight again, of his cock pistoning in and out of his mother's wet and wide-spread pussy. They both groaned when his cock swelled even larger. He just got so turned on when he saw that, knowing it was his mother he was filling with his thick dick.

Valerie shivered through another tremendous orgasm. Her son was just amazing, and had been all day. She suddenly needed to taste him again.

"Michael," she gasped out softly, "Can I please suck your cock again? I really want you to come in my mouth."

That was music to his ears. He would never get tired of hearing his mother pleading to suck him off.

"I love you so much, Mom," he whispered to her as he slid up her body to feed her the cock she craved.

His balls rested in the top of her cleavage as her mouth took in the swollen head of his big dick. Michael reached for a pillow and slid it beneath his mother's head so that she had a more comfortable sucking position.

He's so thoughtful, she thought as she looked up at her son.

Valerie was easily the most skilled cocksucker Michael would ever meet. It only took her a couple of minutes to coax another load of her son's delicious spunk into her eagerly sucking mouth. That was another sight he would never tire of seeing—his mother happily drinking his cum. He moaned out loud and reached down to gently stroke her hair and the side of her face while she finished sucking out every drop he had to offer.

When she had drained him completely, she released his cock with a smack of her lips and smiled up at him. He once again shook his head in disbelief as he smiled back.

"You are so amazing," he said softly.

"Thank you," she replied, beaming at the compliment and the adoring look in her son's eyes.

He slid back down her body, nibbling and teasing her aroused nipples again. He slid his feet off the bed and then stood between her legs, reaching for her toned calves. Valerie groaned when she felt him spreading her legs. She couldn't believe her insatiable son was already going to fuck her again. She was confused when he didn't slide his cock back into her wet pussy. What was he doing down there?

She gasped in disbelief when his tongue invaded the wet folds of her pussy. She lifted her head from the pillow, and her eyes were wide as she looked down at his face between her thighs. Valerie had not had her pussy licked in almost thirty years, and she had not expected it at all.

"Michael, you don't have to do that!" she cried out. The way her husband had avoided licking her pussy, she just assumed men didn't care for the taste of it. She didn't mind licking her juices off of her husband's cock, nor her son's, now, but she was under the impression that her pussy tasted bad.

"Mmm," her son moaned into her wet snatch. He pulled his face an inch away for just long enough to smile at her and say, "You taste delicious, Mom. I could eat this tasty pussy all night long."

He practically dove back into her, slurping her juices with gusto.

"Oh my god!" she gasped out.

Her son was a talented pussy licker. He had her squirming in orgasm in mere minutes, and he kept right on going until she cried out in a second spectacular orgasm. Any doubts she had that he really enjoyed it dissipated when he stood up and slid his rampant erection into her freshly-eaten pussy. He was as hard and thick as she had ever felt, and his eyes blazed with lust once again.

"You are—" she started, but then he was pounding her too hard for her to speak coherently. "OH! OH! YES! Ohmygodyou—OH FUCK YES!" was all she could get out.

She came once more, and then they came together, both of them moaning uncontrollably just a few minutes later. Valerie loved feeling her son's cock filling her with his hot cum, and it made her shake her head from side to side. He leaned down and kissed her softly, once again invading her mouth with his tongue. She sucked on his tongue, relishing her own tangy taste. It served as an arousing reminder that he had just licked her pussy so well.

That simple act had sealed it in her mind. She was her son's woman now. He loved her and pleased her and complimented her. She felt sexy and worthwhile with her son. As she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed on the bed, she felt truly happy and relaxed for the first time in decades. Valerie giggled when she felt her son's hard cock lurch inside her. It made her giddy that he could recover for her so quickly.

"What's so funny?" he asked, smiling down at her.

"It's not that it's funny," she said, reaching up to stroke his hair, "I'm just so happy. You are simply amazing, Michael. And you make me feel amazing."

"You are amazing, Mom," he replied.

His hips slowly slid forward, burying his hard cock inside her to the hilt. They were both a little tender after so many intense orgasms, but it didn't stop him from slowly sliding in and out of her while they whispered to each other and kissed. After a half hour of that deliciously slow fucking and making out, they rose from the bed and once again showered together.

This time, they did not fuck in the shower. They did kiss and fondle each other's bodies as they gently soaped and cleaned each other. Michael stood behind his mother and gently shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp thoroughly in the process. Valerie was so relaxed after that luxurious treatment that she almost fell asleep.

The entire house was comfortably warm when they emerged from the shower and dried off. They walked, naked, out to the kitchen and drank some cool water. They couldn't help but admire each other's naked bodies as they stood on the bare tile floor. Even that floor felt remarkably warmer now that the heat was restored.

"Just how high did you turn up the heat, anyway?" Valerie asked her son.

"Sadly, that's only seventy-three degrees," he answered, "After practically freezing the past two nights, it feels like eighty in here."

Valerie slid her right hand over her right breast, feeling her hard nipple brush her palm. She made a cute little pout with her lips.

"You're not going to make me sleep all alone now that it's warmer, are you?" she asked.

Michael grinned, but then abruptly looked thoughtful.

"You know," he said, "We probably ought to sleep in my bed from now on. I know it's not as big, but we don't have to worry about making a mess of the bed. We could just wash your bed linens once and do a nice job of making that bed. Then we can do whatever we want in my room."

"You are so thoughtful," she said as she leaned in to kiss him again. "We'll do that in the morning."

They cuddled beneath a sheet that night. It took mere minutes for them to fall into a deep and satisfied slumber.

The next morning, Valerie was delighted to wake up to the sensation of her son licking her pussy again. His talented tongue teased and explored her, diving deep into her before lapping in loving circles around her engorged pussy lips. She squealed when he naughtily dipped down to lap at her sphincter. No one had ever licked her asshole before.

He feasted on her, before finally latching onto her inflamed clit and sucking on it hard. He plunged two fingers inside her and wriggled them against her g-spot. She screamed out loud at the intense orgasm that treatment triggered. It took her several minutes to recover her breath afterwards, and he was languidly licking and sucking her the entire time.

"Good morning," he said softly, when he finally released her pussy from his lips.

She reached down and tousled his hair, still panting slightly.

"Have I told you lately that you are the best son ever?" she said with a smile.

"Really?" he replied, running his tongue back up her wet pussy, "What kind of son licks his own mother's pussy like that?"

"Oh," she groaned, "The very best kind! Come up here and give your mother a hug."

Naturally, his hard cock slid into her waiting pussy as his mouth found hers. She moaned around his invading tongue as he filled her hungry pussy again. Valerie spread her legs and wrapped them around his back, savoring that marvelous sensation once again. It still felt like he was splitting her open with his thick shaft, even after the marathon of sex they had enjoyed yesterday.

She bit down on his tongue when she came again, pulling her head back to apologize afterwards. He ruefully ran his tongue around inside his mouth, checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

"It's okay, Mom," he said with a soft smile.

She released him from her legs and the two of them got out of bed. Michael gave her a kiss and looked her up and down once again.

"Damn, I will never get used to that," he said, "I need to use the bathroom, and I'll be right back."

She nodded at his retreating, muscular backside. She shivered as she made her way into her own bathroom, but not from cold. Her son was just so damned sexy.

After they had relieved themselves, they shared another shower in his bathroom for once. He pressed her up against the tub surround and fucked her from behind while reaching around to grope and squeeze her big tits.

"I wish we had a bigger tub," she gasped, "I would love to sit in a hot tub with you all day."

He bit her neck as he unloaded his first orgasm of the day into her spasming pussy.

"That would be a really nice day," he panted into her ear afterward.

His shower had a removable nozzle, so he was able to thoroughly spray his cum out of her pussy. That sensation made Valerie come so hard she nearly fell over in the tub. Michael had to drop the nozzle and quickly grab her, holding her steady until her legs regained their strength.

"Jesus," she panted, "I had no idea that would happen."

They both got dressed after they had dried from the shower. Michael wore a bathrobe, and his mother wriggled into a sexy little teddy. They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. While Valerie cooked, Michael stripped the bed linens from his parents' bed and started the washing machine. They cleaned and vacuumed in that bedroom after breakfast, since he had spied a popcorn kernel on the floor.

Valerie had dropped to her hands and knees to look beneath the bed, making sure nothing had gotten under there. She looked up over her shoulder to see her son standing behind her. He was staring at her exposed bottom, and his erection tented out the front of that robe.

"You really like my ass, don't you?" she asked.

He could only nod mutely, unable to tear his eyes from the sexy sight in front of him. The bottom of the teddy framed the heart-shaped curve or her cheeks, and her asshole was parted slightly, just above her slick pussy lips. She bit her lip, slowly lowering her head to the floor. She was completely aroused in that vulnerable position, knowing what was about to happen.

"Please be gentle," she moaned into the carpet.

Michael was so fixated on her gorgeous bottom that he hadn't heard her. He shook his head.

"What was that?" he asked.

"When you fuck my ass," she answered, "Please be gentle."

Michael's legs felt like jelly as he half-staggered into his parents' bathroom. He hunted through the drawers and the cabinet beneath the sink before returning to his mother.

"Where do you keep the lube?" he asked.

"What lube?" she countered. She was looking over her shoulder at him with a baffled expression.

"Dad doesn't..." he started to say, but then it seemed obvious.

That sadistic bastard wouldn't have used any lube. He would have enjoyed her pain when he fucked poor Valerie in her ass. Rather than taking her as she expected, Michael knelt behind her instead and it was his tongue that invaded her horny little sphincter.

Valerie was utterly shocked—first, because she hadn't expected it—but then...well, she had no idea that a man would actually do such a thing! She had seen it in a couple of porn movies, but her husband had fast-forwarded through those scenes in disgust. At first, she tried to crawl away from that invading tongue, but Michael slapped her bottom and growled at her.

"Stop that," he said, before plunging his thick tongue back into her ass.

"Oh, god!" she gasped out.

She had no inkling just how intense that would feel. Michael spanked her a few more times while his insistent tongue fucked her sphincter. She was opening for him nicely, her ass soaked with his saliva. He slid his right thumb into her pussy, and his fingers teased her clit while he alternated driving his tongue and his thumb into her.

Valerie assumed he was getting her asshole ready for him to fuck it, and she found herself looking forward to it. Even though Tom was terribly rough on her when he fucked her ass, she still mostly enjoyed it. Despite the pain, she loved the helpless feeling when she was on her knees and her ass was forced open by his hard cock. Her little bottom was terribly sensitive. Truth be told, she loved the sensation...and maybe even the pain, a little bit.

"That's enough!" she finally gasped back at him, "I'm ready now!"

He just buried his tongue in her backside and began wriggling his thumb around in her pussy. She cried out into the carpet as her hips bucked in orgasm. Her legs and buttocks trembled afterward. She looked over her shoulder at her son again as he rose to his feet behind her.

She was confused when he held out his hand to help her up from the floor.

"I thought you were going to fuck me?" she half-asked, half-stated. "I'm ready for you to take my ass, now."
Michael's cock twitched visibly, but he shook his head.

"Oh, I am going to love fucking your amazing little asshole, Mom," he breathed, "But not until we go shopping for some lube. I want to be able to take my time, and for us both to enjoy it."

She finally let him help her up from the floor.

"I've never used any real lubricant," she said softly, "Does it really make that much of a difference?"

"Wow," he said, "You really have no idea."

He kissed her softly on her cheek. Michael was still completely hard, and it took tremendous restraint for him to hold back. Perhaps it would not have been terribly painful for his mother—he had thoroughly eaten out her asshole and soaked it with saliva, after all. He just didn't want to take that chance. He wanted it to be amazing and pleasurable for both of them.

"I need to get dressed and see about shoveling off our driveway," he said, "I may not be able to finish it all today, but I want to get it started at least. If we can't get out of here, we'll start running out of food."

It was very bright outside, with the sun gleaming off of the unbroken drifts of show that blanketed their property. Michael put on his sunglasses to shield his eyes from the glare and his breath was a visible cloud of steam each time he exhaled. He steeled himself for the hard work ahead as he shoveled his way once across the driveway, marking the edges before bending to clear the snow in earnest.

The driveway was a half mile long, curving around the side of one of the hills on their property before merging onto the main road. Only a few more inches of snow had fallen overnight, but it was back-breaking work trying to clear away all of that snow. Michael was perspiring heavily, and his lower back ached before he had even gotten fifty feet from the house.

This would be so much easier if we at least had a fucking snow shovel! he thought, rubbing his back. He held up the sad little excuse for a shovel he was using. It was a short-handled garden shovel. The leading edge of it was squared, at least, but it was only ten inches wide. At this rate, it will take me a week to reach the road.

"Are you okay, Michael?" his mother hollered from the front doorway.

He turned and waved, trying to grin through his pain.

"It's just taking longer than I thought," he shouted back, "The first thing we're going to buy is a decent snow shovel!"

She couldn't help but laugh, bitterly. She shook her head.

"I'm so sorry, Michael," she said.

He nodded and turned to get back to work. Valerie stood and watched his muscular butt cheeks and the backs of his thighs while he worked. A couple of minutes of that was all she could stand, though. It was bitterly cold and she retreated back inside.

She did own 'real clothes,' of course, just nothing very warm. Back in California, she had gone shopping regularly, and she certainly didn't wear lingerie out in public. She went through her closet and found a sweatshirt with matching pants, and put those on. She made a hot mug of cocoa for her son and took it out to him.

"You're making some progress," she said after handing him the steaming mug.

Michael sipped the cocoa and looked back toward the house, surprised to see he had covered another fifty feet. He was already halfway to the start of the curve. He pulled up his sleeve to check his watch, groaning when he saw that he had spent forty-five minutes shoveling already. At this rate, it would take him another seven or eight hours of shoveling to reach the road.

"My poor back won't last that long," he groaned softly. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" Valerie asked, her eyes darting over her son's body. She looked worried.

"My muscles are just really sore," he replied, "I have to bend over so far with this little shovel. What I wouldn't give to just have a flamethrower right now!"

He flipped the shovel around and blew out his breath in a 'whoosh' as he pantomimed waving the nozzle of a flame thrower at the banks of snow coating the driveway. Valerie laughed for a moment, but then looked thoughtful.

"We do have a leaf blower," she said, "Do you think that would work to blow off the snow?"

"Hey, it's worth a shot," Michael replied.

Sadly, the leaf blower was completely ineffective. At point-blank range, it slightly melted a little bit of the snow. It couldn't budge the wet snow otherwise, even at its highest setting. Michael shrugged as he took it back to the garage to put it away.

"It wasn't a terrible idea, Mom," he said, "I really wish it had worked."

He noticed that his mom was shivering non-stop and shooed her into the house. Valerie opened the curtains in the front room and watched him as he went back to work with the shovel.

Michael sang softly to himself as he worked, doing his best to ignore the shrieking muscles in his lower back. The time seemed to go much faster when he did that, and the pain was tolerable as long as he kept working steadily. He did stop when he got halfway through the curve around the hill. He had been shoveling snow for three hours straight, and he really had to take a break. On the bright side, he was able to see the road from his vantage point.

Oh, thank god, he thought, At least they've got that plowed. All I have to do is shovel from here to there...

He was stretching out his back as he walked toward the house, trying to release some of the tension in those tortured muscles. Now that he had stopped, the pain was intense. Spasms shot through those muscles, throwing off his balance and causing him to stagger slightly as he walked. At the same time, he was calculating just how far he had gone, and how much more he had to go. He wasn't quite halfway from the house to the road, but it was close. He looked at his watch again. If his back would allow it, he might be able to finish before it got dark tonight.

The house smelled great when he stepped inside. He had left his shoes outside after banging off most of the snow and ice. His fingers were bright red when he pulled off his gloves. He blew on his hands and rubbed them together. They were sore and stiff, making it laborious to take off his jacket. Valerie interrupted his struggles and helped him undress.

"Here, let me help you," she said warmly.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, genuinely grateful as she peeled off all of his soaked and chilled clothes.

"I'll just put these right into the washer," she said, "You go get into a warm bath."

"That sounds like heaven," he answered.

He tried to lean over to kiss her, but his back stiffened at the effort, causing him to release a pained gasp. Valerie dropped the clothes to the floor and helped guide her son into the bathroom. She wrapped a thick bathrobe around him and turned to fill the tub with warm water. When it was a quarter full, she peeled the robe from him and helped him into the tub.

At first, the warm water hurt—especially his frigid toes and fingers. After a few minutes, though, he began to thaw and relax.

"Thanks Mom," he sighed. "By the way, whatever you made for lunch smells delicious."

"Oh!" she said, rushing out to the kitchen.

She turned off the burners and hastily moved the two saucepans to the unlit back burners. She winced as she lifted the lid, and was relieved to see that she hadn't scorched the potatoes. She stirred them thoroughly. The mixed vegetables in the other saucepan were fine.

She served up a plate full of lunch and served her naked son in the bathtub. She set his drink on the edge of the tub. Michael had to laugh.

"I feel like some hedonistic Roman emperor," he quipped. "Soaking in the hot tub like this, with a feast to munch on."

Valerie smiled down at her son.

"You've earned it, baby," she said, rubbing his shoulders and neck. "I just wish I could give you a blowjob at the same time."

He choked on a bite of chicken, coughing a bit as he looked up at her.

Damn, she's serious!

He almost dropped the plate into the tub when he saw the hungry look on her face. He recovered, smiling and shaking his head at his sexy mother.

"This delicious lunch will be fine, Mom," he chuckled. "I don't think I would be able to focus on eating if you had my dick in your mouth."

Her look said she would love to find out. He was completely limp in that warm water, though. The pain in his muscles had thoroughly sapped his sex drive. Valerie left him alone, getting her own lunch and a glass of wine. She took it into the bathroom, and then got a chair from the dining room so she could sit next to him while they ate.

"This bath feels amazing," he said with a sigh, "but I am not looking forward to going back out there."

"I really wish I could help you," she said. "It's ridiculous that we don't even have another warm jacket between us."

"That's okay," he replied, "We only have the one shovel anyway."

After he had finished his lunch, Michael dressed in a dry set of clothes before pulling the damp jacket back on and stepping outside. He handed his mother the drenched shoes that he had left outside, since he had changed into his basketball high-tops. She watched him set his shoulders and trudge down the driveway to get back to work, then took all of the wet clothes and started them in the washer.

Valerie could no longer see him from the house. She fretted about him as she cleaned up after lunch and moved the laundry into the dryer. It occurred to her that she could at least drive their SUV—a Lincoln Navigator—out to where he was working. She was worried about him, and really wanted to help or at least keep him company. She put her shoes back on and found her keys.

Valerie was careful as she drove down the driveway. She could hear stray bits of snow and ice crunching beneath the tires. Michael stood and turned to look at her as she pulled around the bend behind him. He smiled and stretched his back again before walking over to her window. She rolled down the window and grinned at her son.

"I missed you," she said.

He laughed at that. "I missed you too, Mom." He leaned in her window to give her a kiss. He glanced at the dashboard, noting that there was slightly less than half a tank of gas.

"You probably ought to turn off the engine," he said, "This is going to take a few more hours, and you don't want to run out of gas."

"Oh," she said, looking at the gas gage for the first time, "That's smart. I'm glad you said something."

She turned off the engine and climbed out of the SUV to keep him company while he shoveled. She insisted on taking a turn shoveling, but was far less effective at it than Michael had been. He loved her for making the effort, though. He let her work at it for a half hour before hugging her tightly and taking the shovel back from her shivering fingers.

"Go ahead and warm up in the SUV," he said, "I'll take over for a while."

She turned the engine back on, letting it run long enough to make the cabin of the vehicle nice and toasty. Michael joined her there for a ten-minute break, basking in the warmth.

"These seat warmers are amazing," he moaned.

"You should recline the seat and get comfortable," she said, "That should really help your back."

He nodded and found the control for the seat. He groaned in relief as the warm seat cradled his tortured body.

Valerie could not help herself. Her son looked so sexy and vulnerable. She leaned over and unzipped his trousers, fishing out his cock and slurping it into her mouth. Michael was frankly surprised that she was able to get him hard again so quickly. He would not have thought it possible after the prolonged cold and the pain in his muscles. Before his ten-minute break was over, she had him bucking in orgasm.

"Wow," he said softly. He couldn't find any more words at the moment.

After she had swallowed his load and licked her lips, Valerie smiled at her son.

"Thanks for that," she said.

"Thank you," he replied.

They basked in the warmth for two more minutes before Valerie turned off the engine. Michael kissed her before groaning and forcing himself to get out of the warm vehicle and back to work.

With the SUV right there, Michael was able to shovel a narrower path on the driveway. It was a couple of feet wider than the Navigator was on either side, but it shaved off a lot of time. He did take one more break, and Valerie did take one more shift shoveling while he did. At last, they reached the road.

Valerie drove them back to the house so that they could shower and change before going shopping. They hurried, not wanting to wait too long to get on the road.

By the time they reached the city limits, it was once again starting to snow lightly. Michael watched the falling snow with a horrified expression on his face. His mother reached over to gently squeeze his thigh when she saw his face.

"Just relax, baby," she cooed to him, "We'll have a nice dinner out and figure it out from there."

Because he had one set of soaked sneakers in the dryer at home and the second in the washer, Michael had dressed up. His dress shoes went well with a nice pair of dress slacks, and he wore a dress shirt and tie beneath his sweater. That outfit worked with the stylish dress his mother wore, though her outfit wasn't as warm as his. When they walked in to the gardening section of the Wal-Mart, though, they drew a few startled looks.

They quickly grabbed a pair of broad snow shovels. Valerie selected a slightly smaller one than her son had, making sure it was comfortable in her grasp. They strolled through the store, basking in the warmth and brightness as they filled their shopping cart with warm gloves, thick coats, winter hats, snow pants and sweat shirts. Michael thought the snow boots were overpriced, and said so.

"Dad's going to have a cow when he sees this bill," he murmured.

"Don't be silly," Valerie responded, "If we have to shovel our way back to the house, we will thank God we have these ugly things."

They moved on to stock up on groceries, but Michael's eyes lit up as they passed a rack of DVDs that were on clearance. He grabbed one and grinned as he showed it to his mother.

"Sleepless in Seattle, Mom," he grinned at her, "It's the director's cut, no less."

She smiled warmly and wrapped her arm around him in a hug as he tossed it into their cart.

By the time they had gotten all of their groceries, Michael had snagged a second shopping cart. He made sure he stopped in the personal hygiene section to grab a tube of 'personal lubricant' before rejoining his mother in the produce section. When the clerk rang up their purchases, Michael made sure to look uncomfortably embarrassed when the lube was run across the scanner.

The snow was falling a bit heavier by the time they unloaded the carts into the back of the Navigator. Once again, Michael looked uneasily at the falling snow. Valerie rubbed his sore back reassuringly.

"It's going to be okay, baby," she assured him.

They decided on a chain restaurant rather than something fancier.

"They will have a bunch of televisions," Valerie reasoned, "so we can see what's going on with the weather."

They pulled into the parking lot and hustled through the falling snow to get inside. There were not very many customers in the place, so they didn't have to wait to be seated.

"Is it okay if we just sit at the bar?" Valerie asked.

"Sure," the hostess replied. "Will you be ordering food?"

"Yes, I just figured we could sit and watch television. Our satellite has been out at our place the last three days, and we just managed to shovel our way out this evening."

"Oh!" came the startled reply, "Did you know we are under a winter storm advisory?"

Michael and Valerie both groaned at that. "No, we did not," Michael replied.

They seated themselves at the bar and the hostess gave them menus. Michael pulled out his phone.

"Oh, sweet," he said, "We have wi-fi here."

Valerie gripped his forearm and pointed at the television screen. Michael's jaw dropped when he saw the ominous blue and pink blobs on the screen—two massive storm fronts were heading their way.

"What are we going to do?" Michael asked her.

"Let me borrow your phone," she replied. He handed it to her, and she said, "We'll go ahead and order dinner. I'm going to find us a nice hotel to stay in until this storm passes."

Their food arrived quickly and it was very good. They ate quickly and left a nice tip. It was a short drive from there to the hotel Valerie had found for them online. She hopped out of the vehicle, leaving it running while she dashed into the hotel lobby and got them checked in. They drove around to park in front of their room. A foot of snow had already fallen.

They grabbed bags and ran them inside, Michael made five more trips to the SUV to bring everything inside while Valerie quickly sorted through the groceries. She had him take five full bags back outside. Those things would be fine if they froze. She also found the winter coat she had bought for her son and put it on him after his third trip to the Navigator.

Once everything was inside, Michael quickly closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a sigh as he caught his breath. He finally took the time to survey the room, and his eyes widened. This looked like it was either a honeymoon suite, or they had checked into some sort of sex hotel. The bed was actually heart-shaped and it was covered in shiny satin sheets. There was a large mirror over that bed, and another one in the heart-shaped headboard. The carpet was pink or salmon colored thick shag.

"What the heck?" he breathed, "Mom, what kind of hotel is this?"

She had been bent over, trying to squeeze as many of the groceries as she could into the miniature refrigerator. She looked over her shoulder at her son's wide eyes and smiled at him.

"I know," she said, "It looks bad, but this place has a full-sized hot tub in the bathroom. That was really what I was looking for, and I didn't pay enough attention to the rest of the details."

They both started when they heard the ominous ring tone from Valerie's purse. Her mouth dried up as she went to answer it.

"Hello?" she said into her phone, knowing it was her husband.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tom's voice was icy. "It's bad enough you are splurging at the grocery store, but now you've gotten a hotel? You know what will happen to you if you are cheating on me..."

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that!" she protested. "Michael had to spend the whole day shoveling snow just so we could drive out and get food. We bought some winter clothes and snow shovels along with the groceries. There's a pair of massive winter storms coming in tonight, and the first one is already here."

Michael seethed when he heard the desperate, pleading tone in his mother's voice. He held out his hand and her expression calmed when she looked into his compassionate face.

"Hold on, Tom," she said quickly, "Michael wants to talk to you." Her hand still shook when she handed her son the phone.

"Hey, Dad," Michael said smoothly, "I really wish we were with you in Florida right now. Can you believe this crazy snow storm we're getting?"

He pulled his face from the phone, smiling at his mother and blowing her a kiss. Of course, Tom had no idea. He hadn't bothered to watch the weather since he had flown out of Nebraska days earlier.

"Actually, I'm still in Atlanta," Tom replied, his voice losing its icy edge, "I won't fly to Orlando until Saturday morning."

Tom grabbed the television remote from the nightstand in his own hotel suite, turning on the TV and finding the Weather Channel. Even though he expected to see something about a winter storm, the enormity of that storm system was shocking to behold. It was the leading story on Weather Channel, and they raved about the dangerous and historical nature of this particular system. A satisfied smile played across Tom's lips when they started tossing the word 'blizzard' around on the set.
"Alright," Tom said into the phone, "I'm looking at the weather on the TV here. Are you guys going to be alright?"

Not like you really care, Dad, Michael thought bitterly.

"Yes, sir," he replied, "We may be stuck in this hotel for a few days before we can get out and go home, but we're safe."

"Good," Tom replied.

Back in his hotel suite in Atlanta, he watched the sexy little coed emerge from his bathroom. She was still dripping wet and she looked shaken. He loved that look when he took a girl's virgin ass for the first time—that shocked disbelief. It made his cock harden as he lay in the bed and looked at her. Her eyes widened when she saw it. She looked frightened.

"Take care of your mother," he said into the phone, hanging up and dropping it to the bed before his son could respond.

Oh, don't worry about that, you bastard. I will take better care of her than you ever did.

Michael smiled at his mother, handing her phone back to her. He waited for her to put it back in her purse, and then he hugged her fiercely. They stood like that for several minutes, holding each other tightly and rocking as they comforted each other. Valerie finally broke the hug and kissed her son.

"Let's get the rest of these groceries put away so we can enjoy that hot tub," she said.

"I'll start filling up the hot tub now," he replied, "That's going to take a while."

He smiled at her, finally shedding his winter coat and hanging it up before walking into the large bathroom. She couldn't help but smile lovingly at his retreating back.

He's just so thoughtful, she thought once again.

Half an hour later, they relaxed in the hot tub. Their bodies were still intertwined in the aftermath of their shared orgasm. Michael's softening cock was still buried in his mother's clinging pussy and she savored his hot cum inside of her.

"I love you so much," she murmured into his ear.

He kissed her neck and worked his way up to her earlobe.

"I love you too, Mom," he groaned into her ear.

Michael admired her sexy body as she gently disengaged from his hug and rose from the hot tub. He had a questioning look on his face, but still appreciated the way her huge breasts shook deliciously and dripped water.

"We can't have your sperm floating all over the hot tub, now, can we?" she smiled down at him.

She stepped carefully over to the shower stall, stepping in and closing the door. The glass door was completely transparent. Michael was treated to a marvelous show as his mother showered her sexy body and flushed his cum from her pussy. Her entire body glistened beneath the warm spray of the shower.

She looks like a goddess, he thought as he watched her in awe.

His back was finally relenting. The tightly coiled, agonized muscles of his lower back were slowly relaxing in the hot water of that big tub. For the first time since early that morning, Michael was not wracked by unbearable pain.

Valerie rejoined her son in the hot tub when she was satisfied that she was clean. She basked in his appreciative gaze and could not help but smile. Her son made her feel like the sexiest woman alive when he looked at her like that. She slipped back into the hot water with a groan.

"This is so wonderful," she breathed.

"I can make it better," Michael said.

He maneuvered her body easily in the water, turning her so that she faced away from him and pulling her into his lap. His strong fingers and thumbs massaged her shoulders and neck. She felt her body melting under that expert attention and could only moan softly in pleasure. If his hard cock pressed into her ass had not distracted her, she might have fallen asleep.

Michael worked her over for twenty minutes, and then he pressed her forward to continue massaging his way down her back. There were a few soft pops as her spine relaxed. Her lower back was always tense, except for when he massaged those anxious muscles into submission. After the massage, Valerie lay back on her son's chest and he wrapped his arms around her. They relaxed in the warm water for another half hour without saying a word. The only sounds were soft moans of contentment until the heater attached to the tub kicked on and began circulating and heating the water.

Valerie finally spoke.

"We should probably get out of the tub," she said, holding up one pruney hand.

"I could just fall asleep like this," he replied in a drowsy voice, "but I'm afraid we'd drown."

They helped each other out of the tub and lovingly dried each other off. The bath towels at this hotel were surprisingly thick and soft. Valerie smiled happily as she dried her son's hard cock. Despite all that relaxation, this muscle was still delightfully firm for her. They walked hand-in-hand to the garish bed and slid beneath the sinfully soft satin sheets. They held each other and kissed each other slowly.

Despite their shared arousal, and despite the fact that the lights were on, they both fell asleep within minutes. They were just so warm and comfortable that they could not stay awake after the long day they had been through. Valerie snored softly over her son's shoulder as the gale raged outside.

* * *

Ironically, the young woman that Tom had been mercilessly ass-fucking all night was named Gale. She quietly let herself out of his hotel suite, closing the door behind her. She had to suppress a whimper as her tortured bottom throbbed with every step. That man had not been gentle with her at all. He had spanked her ass hard the entire time he pounded his thick cock into her. She could practically feel the handprints on her ass cheeks.

She shook her head and bit back a sob as she made her way out of the hotel and found her car in the parking lot. Tom didn't even know her name, and she knew it. He didn't care about her at all. A part of her was relieved that she had not given him her phone number. She knew that if he called her, she would come back for more. As it was, she knew she would be tempted to return the following evening.

She slid into the driver's seat of her car, and could feel cum leaking out of her pulsing, abused asshole. She hoped it would not soak through her pants and ruin the upholstery. Gale tried to steel her resolve as she drove home. She had to be strong, she thought; she had to stay away from Tom. By the time she had parked her car, though, she knew she would return for more the next night.

* * *

Valerie awoke before her son did. She still felt incredibly relaxed and now she felt rested. She had no idea how long they had slept. She lay in her son's warm embrace and listened to the wind whistling outside their hotel room door. The storm had raged all night, and she knew it would continue all day. She didn't want to leave the bed, but her curiosity compelled her.

Michael grumbled softly in his sleep as she slid from his arms and sat up on the edge of the bed. The room was nice and toasty, since the heater had continued to run all night. It was a bit humid as well. The hot tub was still full and the attached heating unit had circulated that hot water all night.

Valerie stood and retrieved her purse from the table. She pulled out her phone and saw that it was half past seven in the morning. She thought carefully and then looked at the recent calls list on her phone. Tom had called at nine-thirty the previous night, so they had probably slept nine hours or more. It gave Valerie a naughty thrill to peek out the curtains, since she was completely naked.

She gasped audibly. The snow was piled up against the window, almost all the way to the top. Only a six-inch strip at the top of the window let in the pale light. Through that little gap, she could still see thick flakes of snow falling. It made her shiver. She looked down and saw that her thick nipples were rock hard. She put her phone back into her purse and rubbed her nipples as she padded into the bathroom to relieve her bladder.

Afterward, she peeked in on her sleeping son before closing the bathroom door so she could shower. She was incredibly turned on as her soapy fingers slid into her ass to make sure it was nice and clean. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as her fingers spread that little hole open to let the soapy water rinse away.

I'm about to let my sexy son fuck me in the ass!

Her mind savored that thought. She could picture it easily, after having his naked body available so much recently. She dried her body thoroughly, and then quietly searched through the shopping bags until she found the lubricant. Michael's voice from behind her made her jump.

"What are you doing over there, Mom?"

Though she had done her best to be quiet, the rustling of the plastic bags had awakened him. Valerie was disappointed in herself, until she turned to see his face. He had clearly been admiring her ass, and his erection tenting up the satin sheets bore mute witness to the lust burning in his eyes. She held up the tube of lubricant, and loved the way his eyes lit up when she did.

She walked over to the bed, her legs weak with lust. They both noticed how that made her breasts jiggle and bounce. Her nipples were again hard with arousal as she slid into the bed and handed him the lube. She turned her body away from him, turning on to her hands and knees and pointing her luscious bottom at him. She watched over her shoulder as he rose to his knees. His thick, hard cock bobbed in front of him as the sheets fell away from his body.

She squealed out in surprise when he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her back. He reached for a pillow and lifted her from the bed to slide it under her ass.

"I want to see your face," he said as he opened the tube and spread the lubricant over the head of his cock.

Valerie was surprised at just how gentle he was. His fingers softly probed her eager sphincter, coating it with the slippery stuff. He carefully opened her horny little hole and she thought that his slick fingers felt absolutely magical in there.

Michael was equally surprised at how eagerly his mother's asshole opened up for him. He had expected to take a lot of time to prepare her tiny pucker properly, but she was clearly ready after a couple of minutes. He closed the tube and set it aside, then worked the rest of the lube from his fingers onto the length of his shaft. Their eyes met as that thick, meaty head pressed against the tight ring of her asshole.

"Yes!" she gasped as she felt her son's cock opening her up.

Michael's eyes were all over the place, and everything he saw just fired up his libido. Her eyes were wide with lust, her breasts were heaving, her nipples were rock hard, and her tight little hole looked amazing as it spread around the head of his invading cock. He was only able to go slowly because he was savoring every second of this incredible experience.

Oh my god! Valerie thought, He was so right! I had no idea how wonderful this could be!

The combination of seeing her son's expression while his thick cock stretched her sensitive asshole wide open was beyond belief. She could not recall ever being so aroused. At that angle, the thick head of his cock was not only filling her ass, it was also pressing against her g-spot right through her pussy walls. Her eyes got even wider and she gasped in disbelief at the powerful orgasm that washed over her.

Michael recognized that look, and it made his cock throb. The tightness of her backdoor was stimulation enough, but the mental arousal he got from knowing his mother was having an anal orgasm on his dick...Wow! That just pushed it to a new level of amazing for him. He couldn't help but groan as he slowly slid his length deep into his mother's hungry ass.

Valerie shuddered through that first orgasm, causing her breasts to shake irresistibly. He was taking her ass! Oh, she just could not believe how sensational her son was. A part of her wanted to be taken roughly, wanted him to just use her asshole and fuck it hard. That same part of her reveled in the way he controlled her now as she looked into his lust-contorted face.

"You don't have to be gentle, baby," she said breathlessly, "You can fuck my ass hard if you want to."

His eyes felt like they were looking into her soul as they locked onto hers.

"I know," he replied simply.

He wasn't smug about it; his face was somehow loving despite the burning lust in his eyes. He was simply acknowledging what she said. Her ass was his and they both knew it.

My asshole is his, she thought, My son will be fucking my tight little ass whenever he wants it!

She exploded again, coming so hard that her pussy launched juices onto her son's taut stomach. She hoped that he would want it a lot. Thinking about him just taking her willing asshole all over their house prolonged that orgasm for what seemed like hours to her. She couldn't stop coming as she pictured him bending her over the kitchen counter, the dining room table, the back of the couch, the side of the bed...

"Fuck!" she cried out loud.

Michael had to hold his cock sheathed all the way inside her because her entire body was shaking so hard. The spasms of the muscles inside her tight ass threatened to crush him in their grip. He smiled down at his sexy mom as she babbled through the rest of that intense orgasm.

"Are you okay?" he whispered gently, after her shaking had ceased.

She nodded her head eagerly, not trusting her dry mouth to form proper words. Instead, her hands clutched as his muscular bottom, urging him to fuck her. It was his turn now.

Michael still refused to rush things. She felt too incredible, and he wanted to relish every moment. Oh, there would be plenty of frenzied ass-fucking in their future, to be sure. There would never be another first time, though.

In his mind, he was taken back to the sun-drenched beach in southern California, where he stood in the waist-deep water looking back at his sexy mother on the shore. The waves crashed into his back as he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous curves barely covered by the skimpy string bikini she wore. He had been so aroused to see her like that.

His orgasm crashed over him as irresistibly as the waves of the Pacific Ocean had done back then, as his eyes took in his mother's gorgeously nude form in the bed beneath him. He was fucking his own mother in her ass! He was coming in her ass, and she was loving it as much as he was! Michael could not help but release a strangled cry as his cock exploded with that intense orgasm. Deep inside his mother's ass, his swollen cock head pulsed and bucked and spewed.

It felt to both of them like gallons of hot cum were erupting from him. Valerie shrieked and her nails dug into his butt cheeks as her own insane climax was triggered.

Michael collapsed onto her chest, still coming inside her. It took several panting minutes for their hearts to stop racing. Valerie ran her hands up her son's back until she held his head in her hands. She lifted his face up so she could kiss him thoroughly.

"One thing is for sure," she finally said, "We are going to need to buy a couple gallons of lube before we go home."

Michael laughed softly at that, finally causing his depleted cock to slide from his mother's ass.

* * *

It took two days before they could finally leave the hotel room. A knock on the door surprised them. Michael carefully pulled his erection from his mother's hungry mouth and he wrapped her bathrobe around her before retreating into the bathroom to retrieve his own robe.

She answered the door, and a nice young man was standing there with a show shovel.

"We've cleared the walkways, ma'am," he said, "They've already got the roads cleared, so it's safe for you to leave whenever you want to check out."

"Thank you so much," she replied. "Do you know if they've got the interstates cleared? We live pretty far out of town."

"I'm pretty sure those were the first that got plowed," the young man responded.

Valerie was pretty sure that she had been plowed, thoroughly, long before those roads were cleared. She elected to keep that thought to herself.

"Thanks again," she said, "We'll be down at the office to check out in an hour."

She closed the door and turned to smile at her son. He had heard the entire conversation. His cock was still noticeably hard beneath his bathrobe. Valerie walked up to him and gave him a kiss.

"Where were we?" she asked before sliding to her knees in front of him. She lifted his robe to reveal his wet, throbbing erection. "Oh, that's right," she said. Her eyes held a merry expression as she looked up at him and swallowed his dick again.

It wound up taking a little more than an hour before they were ready to check out.

It wasn't just that last round of hot, sweaty sex; they had to dig out their SUV from beneath a mound of snow before they could carry their bags from the room. Michael chuckled as he looked over the frozen groceries in the back of the vehicle. They checked out of the hotel and went to a restaurant to have a nice late breakfast.

For the past two days, they had subsisted on yogurt, granola bars, fresh fruit and some beef jerky. Valerie had supplemented her diet with lots of her son's sperm, of course. The woman was insatiable. Her own juices really had no nutritional value, but her son had not been able to get enough of the stuff.

After filling their bellies with hot food, they sat back and relaxed.

"I am really not looking forward to going home," Michael sighed. "It's going to be a lot of work to shovel our way back to the house."

Valerie's eyes got a faraway look.

"I wish we could just run away together," she said. Her voice was just above a whisper. "We could get on a plane, and go someplace warm where nobody knows us at all."

Michael reached over and squeezed her hand. His face was melancholy.

"That would be nice," he breathed in reply, "but you know Dad would just track us down. Then there would be hell to pay."

"I know," she said sadly. "Still, it is a lovely thought."

Michael released her hand as their server approached.

"Anything else I can get you folks today?" she asked.

"I think we are good," Valerie replied, "Just the check, please."

They did some more shopping, deciding that it was too late to try to return home when the sun began to set. They found another hotel to spend the night, planning to get up early in the morning. Once again, they ate dinner at the chain restaurant on the outskirts of town. It was crowded this time, and they were both wearing new outfits they had purchased earlier in the day. They sat at the bar again, but only so they didn't have to wait to be seated.

The weather wasn't on any of the television screens. After the ferocity of the winter storms had passed, the weather was warming nicely. Spring had finally arrived in Nebraska. Valerie exchanged a lovely smile with her son at that thought. Despite the hardships and the miserable weather, she could not imagine a more memorable Spring Break that the one they had shared.

"What are you thinking, Mom?" he asked.

She shook her head. "It will wait," she replied, nodding in the direction of their approaching waiter.

They did have a really nice, filling dinner. Back at the hotel room, she enjoyed her son's nice, pussy-filling dick once again. Michael had learned that his mother preferred it when he was a little rougher with her, so he fucked her vigorously until she came all over his shaft. As she gasped in the afterglow, he gave her a kiss and then got out of bed to hunt through the shopping bags they had brought inside with them.

She smiled and rolled onto her belly in anticipation. When they had found the silicon-based anal lubricant, Michael had referred to it as 'the good stuff.' He was right, she realized, as his fingers prepared her bottom for him. It took far less of it, and she didn't feel nearly as wet and sloppy back there when his cock slid into her. She was lubricated, so it didn't hurt at all, but this time she could clearly feel every bump and ridge of his cock when it filled her horny asshole.
In no time at all, he was able to pound her ass hard. She was grunting involuntarily with every thrust, delirious at the sensations her son set off deep inside her. He was magnificent, giving her hungry ass the deep, hard fucking it craved. Their bodies bounced on the bed with the vigor of that marvelous ass-fucking, until he stiffened and filled her with another load of his molten semen. She craned her neck to kiss him as he lay atop her back.

Valerie teased him by flexing her shapely butt cheeks, causing her muscles to squeeze his shaft. She cooed into his mouth when she felt him hardening again inside her. He rolled her onto her back and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Valerie loved watching her ankles wave helplessly in the air like that while her son pounded her eager ass. She loved the way her son owned her now.

They showered together in the morning, lovingly washing each other before the sun had even come up. They checked out of the hotel and climbed into the Lincoln Navigator. Valerie had Michael drive so that she could suck his cock all the way home.

It took only two hours for the two of them to shovel the driveway clear, now that they had proper snow shovels and winter clothes. It was still hard work, but they laughed and talked the entire time and it seemed far faster than it was. They unloaded the bags and carefully checked over the food before putting it away. A handful of items had been ruined, either because they had been frozen and burst, or because they hadn't been refrigerated overnight.

"I'll inspect the house to make sure we don't have storm damage," Michael offered after the food was all put away. "You should call Dad and let him know we're back."

Valerie nodded and got her phone. She felt strange, and couldn't bring herself to make the call. It took several minutes for her to realize why.

I'm terribly overdressed, she thought, I need to put on something sexy before I talk to him.

She was still so conditioned after almost thirty years of marriage that she did it without thinking. She walked into her bedroom and stripped off the warm winter clothes and picked out a sexy black negligee. She wiggled into the tiny garment and then picked up her phone to call her husband.

Tom sounded annoyed when he answered the phone. Valerie's face flushed when she clearly made out the sounds of a woman sucking her husband's dick.

"What do you want?" Tom asked.

"I was just calling to let you know we made it home," she answered. "Michael is checking the house for storm damage right now."

She bit her lip when she heard her husband's familiar grunt, and heard the woman struggling to take the mouthful of his cum. She knew that he often cheated on her, but this seemed particularly crude. Was he doing it to punish her?

"Okay," he finally said, "I'm glad to hear you're safe."

He didn't sound particularly glad. It sounded like he really didn't care about them at all at that moment. Valerie tried not to cry, but a tear still formed in the corner of her right eye.

"Have fun, Tom," she said softly, "I love you."

He hung up without saying another word. It was like a slap in her face.

Valerie sat on her bed and felt miserable until her son came in. He saw her face and rushed over to hug her. She cried into his chest as he held her in his arms and tried his best to comfort her.

"He's not good enough for you, you know," he spoke softly into her hair.

She nodded into his chest, embarrassed at how wet her tears had made his shirt. Valerie believed her son. Intellectually, she knew she had not done anything to merit the disrespect her husband had heaped on her over the years. Well, at least not until recently, and he didn't know about that. She saw her son's face as she stepped back from him. He looked so concerned that it broke her heart.

"I'm okay," she said, wiping the tears from her face. She gave him a sad smile, which changed when she realized what his return signified. "Is the house all right?"

"I couldn't find anything obvious," he replied with a shrug. "The heat is working, we have hot water, there are no broken windows or doors, and the roof isn't leaking anywhere that I could see. The satellite dish is still buried, but it looks like that snow is melting. I think we're alright."

The heater shut down ominously, alarming them both. After a moment they realized it was because the outside temperature was warm enough that the heater no longer had to run continuously. Things were going to get better.

That thought helped Valerie get over her disappointment with her husband. She had to smile when she realized her son's expression had changed as well. He was still looking at her, but rather than the concern she had seen on his face minutes before, he had that lustful look she loved. He was looking at her tits in that black negligee.

Tom made her feel so unattractive and inadequate. When he had hung up on her, she had not felt desirable or horny at all. Now, just fifteen minutes later, she felt sexy and alive and beautifully desirable as she bent over the kitchen counter to welcome her son's lubricated cock into her horny asshole. It was a little twisted, she knew, but this was what love should feel like. She grunted out loud with each powerful thrust, and her breasts rocked beneath the skimpy negligee.

From behind her, Michael admired the way his mother's ass cheeks rippled each time he pounded his cock into her tight butthole. When she looked over her shoulder at him, she looked unbelievably happy. It did his heart good to see her like that. That feeling of love was slightly at odds with the raw, lustful copulation taking place in their kitchen.

I do really love fucking her ass, though, Michael thought as he pistoned in and out.

That was a filthy thought, even though it was true.

"I love you, Mom!" he cried out.

"I love you, Michael!" she cried back.

She could feel his cock swelling inside her sensitive bottom. Tears of joy streamed down her face as his semen filled her horny ass. She felt it running hotly down the insides and backs of her thighs when she spun around to kiss him hungrily.

They still had three precious days left of Michael's Spring Break vacation. They would savor every moment of each one.

They lay together in Michael's bed after they had shared another lovely shower. Valerie smiled over her shoulder at her adoring son when she felt his dick hardening between her cheeks yet again. She loved the way it felt when the tip of his thick glans pressed against her sensitive rosebud.

"Hmm," she moaned at him, "You really love my tight little asshole, don't you?"

His cock twitched in response, making her chuckle. Valerie reached for the lube on the nightstand, pouring a dollop into her right palm. She reached behind her to stroke her hand up and down her son's cock, lubricating it from base to throbbing tip. It occurred to her as she began feeding that tip into her eager asshole that her son really had more experience with anal sex than someone his age should.

Not that she was complaining, of course. Michael's thick dick felt divine as it slowly filled and stretched her eager bottom once more. He seemed to know exactly the moment that her relaxed sphincter was ready, and then he grabbed her hip and drove his full length in and out of her. She gasped her way through another phenomenal anally-induced orgasm, loving the way he buried his cock in her and held it there through her climax.

"Wow," she panted, "Who do I have to thank for that?"

"Pardon?" he replied, rising up onto his elbow to look at his mother's face.

"Michael," she said, turning carefully to face him, "I'm not stupid. Clearly you had some experience before—with anal sex, I mean. I didn't know anything about lube, and you were an expert. You really know what you are doing when you fuck my ass, and I am grateful. I was just curious who taught you how to please a woman like that."

Michael looked at his mother thoughtfully before answering. He had promised he would never say anything to anyone. They had moved away, though. He couldn't imagine that he would see his ex-girlfriend or her mother again.

"You have to promise to keep it a secret," he finally said. After she nodded, he continued. "You remember Melissa?"

"Really?" Valerie replied. It was hard for her to imagine. "She always seemed like such a shy girl."

"Well, it wasn't her, it was her mom," he shrugged at his mother's wide-eyed stare. "Melissa really liked giving me blowjobs, and I loved that. She didn't want to try taking me anywhere else, and we kind of argued about it. Her mother overheard us, and she approached me later. Belinda was happy to offer me her pussy, as long as I could keep it to myself. She loved anal. I had only tried it once before. She taught me all about it. The day before I got into that fight with Dad..." his eyes got a faraway look.

Valerie felt her son's hard dick twitch against her belly. She was intensely aroused, stroking her son's cock as she pictured it in her mind. Once he had decided to share with her he went all-out, giving her a detailed description of his threesome with Melissa and her mom.

* * *

Meanwhile, Tom was really enjoying his stay in Orlando. He jokingly thought to himself that he ought to keep a tally board in his hotel suite—he had seduced five different women in only three days. Lying in the bed next to him, his latest conquest slept fitfully, still covered in his cum.

He winced as another wave of heartburn pain hit him. There had been too much of that lately, he thought. Tom had eaten a lot of really rich foods when he attended business luncheons and dinners, and he scarfed down a lot of fast food between meetings and around bouts of sex with these young women he conned into his room.

He rose from the bed and staggered into the bathroom, digging through his overnight bag to find antacid tablets. He took two of those, and washed them down with a gulp of water. Tom looked at his reflection in the mirror. He flexed his arms and chest muscles and grinned at his reflection.

Not bad for a forty-eight-year-old guy, he thought. Looking out at the cum-covered twenty-something girl on his bed, he thought, Not bad at all.

He brought his fist up to press it against his chest as another wave of chest pain hit him. When the young woman on his bed stirred, he grinned and gulped another Viagra tablet. It was still early in the afternoon, and he planned to explore just how far this latest girl was willing to go.

Tom had no idea that he was killing himself with those pills. He had advanced heart disease, made worse every day by his stressful job, lack of a regular exercise regimen, and his irregular diet. He had not jogged, swum, or lifted weights in years. It was something he had done regularly when he was younger, and he never thought about just how much time had passed since he had—it seemed, in his mind, that he had put it off for a few months, and he kept making excuses to put it off again.

Occasionally, he would hit the gym or the pool during one of his hotel stays, but that was never the sort of prolonged workout his heart needed. Often, he was just cruising the gym or the pool for women. If none were present, or if he secured a conquest quickly, he didn't bother to stick around for exercise. The constant sex kept some of his noticeable muscle groups in shape, like his arms and chest. He looked fit, particularly for his age.

There were obvious signs of his deteriorating medical condition, but he ignored them. He avoided going to the doctor for regular check-ups, since he thought he was in good shape. Tom Henderson had a ticking time bomb in his chest, and he had no idea.

He spanked the sexy young woman on his bed, drawing a groan from her. She turned to see him grinning down at her.

"Hey, babe," he said, "Care to join me for a shower?"

"Sure," she replied, smiling back at him.

Ten minutes later she was pinned against the wall in the shower, gasping and shaking her head in disbelief as this complete stranger took her virgin ass. He hadn't asked, nor had he been gentle about it. She had assumed it was a mistake when his cock first pressed against her rosebud. She cried out in pain when it slipped inside, even though there was a lot of soap to ease its passage.

When he reached around her and felt her empty pussy, she was initially relieved. She figured he would realize his mistake and pull it out of her...until he fondled her pussy and started to really fuck her ass hard. It sent a shockwave of pain through her body that took her breath away. She couldn't even speak or cry out. She was shocked beyond belief when she somehow came—and it was an amazing, intense climax—despite the agonizing pain shooting through her violated ass.

She had no way of knowing she was the third woman to receive this treatment in the last week. Tom couldn't have told you any of their names.

* * *

It was very late on the last night of Michael's Spring Break when they got the phone call. Valerie and Michael were spooned together in his bed, exhausted after all the sex they had enjoyed since coming home. Valerie had sighed and retrieved her phone. She did not recognize the name, but it was a local number.

"Hello?" she said.

Michael watched the color drain from his mother's face. She nodded mutely as she got the details. Michael found himself thinking that over the phone, that gesture was a waste. Whoever was on the other end of the line, they couldn't see her nod. He helped his mother sit on the edge of his bed, and rubbed her shoulders gently. He could hear bits of the phone call, but was shocked when his mother hung up and told him what had happened.

Tom Henderson had suffered a massive stroke in his hotel suite. A woman had made an anonymous call to 911, but she had made it on her cell phone before fleeing the hotel. The police had brought her in for questioning, since the man had been only forty-eight years old. They also found several other women's fingerprints, and several of them admitted to having sex with him. The young investigators put together a lurid picture of Tom's week-long stay at the hotel.

Valerie and her son had flown to Florida to see him, and they were interviewed by the police. Tom had a sizeable life insurance policy, which made them suspects if there had been foul play.

"As far as we can tell, ma'am," the young police detective said to Valerie, "your husband probably had at least nine women in his hotel suite over the week he was there. Were you aware that he was cheating on you?"

Valerie shrugged miserably as her son tried to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder.

"I suspected he was unfaithful from time to time," she said softly, "I just didn't expect it was like this."

In the end, the medical results showed that Tom had advanced heart disease, and that he apparently had been suffering for several years. No charges were brought by the police.

Tom was still alive, but he was in a persistent vegetative state. Only the machines were keeping him alive, and he was unaware of his surroundings. Michael was numb when he saw his father lying in that hospital bed. The man had been a monster, but now he just looked feeble and helpless. Valerie began to sob, drawing Michael out of his mental fog. He stepped over to wrap his arm around her in a comforting hug.

"I still love him, you know," she whispered. "As cruel as he was, I always thought of him as a strong, desirable man. I never felt like I was good enough to deserve someone like your father."

Michael was stunned. He turned her to face him.

"How could you possibly say that?" he gasped, "He never treated you right, Mom! You deserved so much better."

She shook her head.

"You don't understand," she said softly, "He was strong where I was weak. He was ambitious and driven. Your father was a man who took charge and made things happen. When he asked me to marry him, I couldn't say 'Yes' fast enough. He always provided for his family, and I never had to work. When he made love to me...I always felt like I was the luckiest woman on earth."

Michael looked around. There were too many people who could hear him. He squeezed his mother's hand firmly and she had to smile at her loving son. They didn't have to say anything.

They both knew that their lives would only get better from now on.