Giving Mom Facials
Darleen turns to her son for help in her beauty regimen ;)
Warning: the story you're about to read is completely fictional and was created for the sole purpose of a fun read. Please do not try using the "beauty regimen" in this story in the real world, as it does not actually work. I only wrote it because I liked the premise :-) This story contains parts of adultery and incest between a parent and her son. If any of these subject matters get under your skin—infidelity in particular—please find an alternative erotic reading source. This isn't the one for you.

The story's also longer than the average Lit story. I didn't plan for it to stretch out as long as it does, but I guess that just happens sometimes. I know long tales aren't to everyone's taste, so feel free to find something else if you prefer your stories shorter. Lastly, all characters involved in sexual actives are over the age of eighteen, and you must be over that age as well in order to read on.

Otherwise, have a good motherlovin' time.

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On a late Sunday morning, Darleen Walker-Davenport walked back and forth through her home as she collected her family's dirty clothes to do her weekly rounds of laundry. In her tight black yoga pants and a dark green camisole, the raven-haired beauty hummed a tune from her childhood in the eighties as she stepped into the laundry with her third hamper of clothing.

As she separated clothes, out the corner of her eye, Darleen noticed a dark blue sheet lying atop her dryer. Her head shook. That boy. She walked to the sheet and took it in her hold. Doesn't even have the decency to put it in a hamper like a normal human being.

She opened the mattress cover to check its condition. Her pale blue eyes broadened with a gasp.

Near the centre of the sheet, Darleen spotted a powder-like substance in the shape of a large rough circle, about the size of a plate.

Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinised the stain, as if reading a sentence that made no sense. She didn't need a CSI black light to name the substance. Did he sneak some little floozy into my house? Darleen's blood boiled.

Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. She felt she had no right to get upset about this. Andy was eighteen years old, after all, and legally allowed to participate in sex. She just didn't like the idea of her son repeating the same mistakes she and her husband made.

Darleen cringed at the thought. She loathed the insinuation her son was an accident. She sighed and tossed the sheet into an empty basket.

As the young mother returned to separating clothes, she realised she'd jumped to a conclusion. That stain did not prove her son was sexually active. Another plausible scenario was it came from masturbation. And knowing her boy, that made more sense.

Andy was a good looking kid, but much more socially awkward than his father as a young man. He wasn't into sports, working out, wild parties or anything of the sort. No, Andy preferred video games, Netflix, comic books and school books. The thought put Darleen at ease and caused a smile with a shake of the head.

After tipping the first load into the washing machine, the dark-haired mother took another look at the basket her son's sheet now lay crumpled in. She strode to it, pulled the cover out and gave it one last examination. "Jeez," she whispered. Then her eyes went wide.

It was clear the spokes in her head turned.

*

Mr Oscar Davenport and his wife Mrs Darleen Walker-Davenport had been in a relationship for close to twenty years and married for over the last eighteen. The two first met in college, during Darleen Walker's freshman year and Oscar Davenport's final one.

The young couple fell head-over-heels in love within the first few weeks of meeting, and as it so often goes with young couples, it didn't take long for their relationship to get physical.

When it came to their amorous activities, Oscar and Darleen were always responsible and practiced safe sex. Although, this excludes one life-altering night, during a wild fraternity party they attended.

Oscar and Darleen both wound up having too much to drink and couldn't resist getting handsy. In need of privacy, they ended up in the backseat of a blue Camry, belonging to Oscar's pal, Trevor.

Kissing and fondling ensued, but Oscar wanted to take their affections a step further. Unfortunately, he'd left all his condoms in his desk drawer inside his room, and Darleen was sober just enough to remind him.

Oscar didn't feel he could wait long enough to get back to his dorm, so he made her the promise to withdraw before his climax. As the saying goes, alcohol impairs one's ability to make good decisions. Darleen smiled and unbuttoned her jeans.

A month later, they discovered she was pregnant.

The young couple wrestled with the decision, but decided to keep their baby. It wasn't all tough news for them: Oscar soon graduated with his bachelor's degree in business studies, and, with help from his father, it didn't take long for him to find a well-paying job.

A couple months later, upon receiving her parents' blessing, Oscar then asked Darleen to be his wife. She beamed, hopped and nodded her acceptance. She couldn't find words; not even a simple "yes."

Oscar and Darleen's parents happily chipped in to pay for the wedding and honeymoon. And at the ceremony, it appeared they'd all put their annoyance about the groom knocking up the bride out of wedlock behind them. They all shone with pride on the day, in spite of the blushing bride's extra glow.

Moreover, soon after his proposal, Oscar suggested his new fiancée should drop out of school, or at least put her studies on the backburner during her last few months of pregnancy. He believed he could take care of their family whether or not she decided to return to her books.

Even though Darleen coveted a degree, she thought putting her studies on hold wouldn't be a horrible idea. She'd done some reading on maternity, and had always known stress and pregnancy did not blend, too well.

In the middle of the festive season of nineteen-ninety-nine, two months following the wedding, Oscar and Darleen welcomed their eight pound boy, Anderson Davenport, into the world.

The new parents couldn't have been happier about his arrival. Their lives as care giving, responsible adults may have started sooner than either had anticipated, but they both felt they wouldn't have it any other way.

Oscar made good money at his job as time went by: enough to get his family out their small apartment and into a lovely two-story home in an upper-middle-class Californian neighbourhood; enough to park a minivan and a luxury saloon car in their driveway; and enough for Darleen to become a fulltime stay-at-home mom. She decided that would be her part.

Life wasn't bad in the Davenport household.

It wasn't shabby in their bedroom, either. As years passed, Oscar and Darleen's sexual flame hardly flickered. Their lust and desire for one another was absolute. Any outsider looking in wouldn't have been confused as to why. They were an exceptional looking item.

Towering at six-foot-two, Oscar Davenport was a fine specimen of the male species. With a healthy crop of dirty blond hair, dark brown eyes, sharp facial features, and a smile that made many a woman weak at the knees, he was considered a dreamboat by many.

He had a lean physique to match his rugged good looks, to boot. The Good Lord was clearly in a generous mood the day He designed him. Oscar had broad shoulders, a chiselled chest, muscular arms—but not overly so—and although his stomach held no abs, it harboured not a hint of fat.

His build indicated why he was offered a scholarship to play for the UCLA Bruins. Well, that and his effectiveness as a linebacker. Lastly, Oscar managed to stay in shape over the years by heading to the gym a few times a week before and/or after work.

He was indeed a great piece of eye candy.

And Mrs Walker-Davenport complemented him, superbly. At five-foot-five, Darleen was several inches shorter than her other-half, but equally in shape.

After her first few years of motherhood, Darleen stepped onto the scale in her bathroom she'd long avoided and discovered she'd packed on a considerable amount of weight.

In spite of compliments from her mother and friends about looking "voluptuous," "curvy" and "more womanly," she felt self-conscious and took their words with a grain of salt. Darleen believed it was their kind way of telling her she was overweight. Oscar never made her feel bad about her size, but she also felt bad about slowly letting herself go while he retained his shape.

She decided to do something about it. Darleen converted a spare room into a home gym. She brought in a treadmill, stair mill, spin bike, gym bench and a rack of weights. She wasn't crazy about the idea of joining an actual gym and working out in public.

With Andy in kindergarten, she was able to push herself every day without distraction. Within a year, the young mother became one tight and toned woman. She was never able to get back to her lowest dress size, which annoyed her, but she still looked fantastic and never stopped pushing for it.

Yes. Being super skinny was still the craze in the early-two-thousands.

Moreover, on Darleen's chest sat an ample pair of breasts, which had developed to somewhere between C and D cups. Oscar found them to be more than a handful. Below, she was gifted an adorable round little bubble butt, tight and toned from her excessive workout sessions. It damn near screamed to be held or swatted.

Lastly, long silky jet-black hair cascaded to a third of the way down her back and framed a beautiful heart-shaped face. It consisted of pale blue eyes, the cutest little nose, high prominent cheekbones, small deep dimples that flashed whenever she spoke, rosy round lips and no sign of aging, which Darleen achieved by—

We'll get into that in a moment.

Indeed, Mr and Mrs Davenport had a lot on their side to maintain a healthy sexual relationship. The only reason they didn't have more children was due to the contraceptives implemented after the birth of their son. They'd had discussions about bringing another child or two into the world, but Oscar was content with the one they had. Plus, as of the year twenty-twelve, Darleen had another use for—

I'm getting ahead of myself, again.

However, Oscar and Darleen's "healthy" sex life had gone awry over the last few months. You see, Oscar wasn't particularly "blessed," if you will, when it came to penis size. He held the average five and a half inches of length while erect. But what he lacked in size, he more than made up for in sperm count.

Oscar Davenport creamed in amounts most porn stars and directors could only dream about for their money shot. The man truly had a talent, and it was one of the things Darleen loved about him. She didn't have a cum fetish or anything of that nature—if such a thing exists—she was just happy her husband was a great source of natural skin cream.

This was Darleen's dirty little secret to looking so young and radiant at the age of thirty-seven. Most strangers assumed she was in her late twenties or early thirties.

The way Darleen saw it, why waste money on chemical peels, Botox and whatnot, when she had exclusive access to an abundant source of natural cream that helped keep the wrinkles at bay—or at least, further delayed their presence. And she'd become addicted to the regimen.

It was a great situation for her husband, as well. "Facials" aside, he could've asked for whatever sexual act his heart desired, whenever she wanted a "treatment," and Darleen never failed to indulge a request. Although, he never did ask for anything outrageous. It was a harmonious arrangement.

However, as stated before, things had gone "awry" in the last few months. Even though Oscar managed to maintain erections, he hadn't been able to produce as much of his miracle cream as he'd done in the past. Lately, Darleen was lucky if he provided her with a spoonful, which perplexed, worried and left her frustrated.

She'd asked him to go see a urologist about the problem, but he shrugged it off, saying it was probably just an effect of aging. Darleen found it difficult to argue with that reasoning. Oscar was in his forties now, and no man could cum and maintain the libido of a youngster forever. She found this depressing, but unsurprising, because in her mind and as the old adage goes, Nothing good lasts forever.

*

Sitting at his desk in his dark untidy room, Andy stared at his computer screen with a deadpan expression as he clicked at his mouse and keyboard. Voices crackled from his headsets, to which he responded, while playing the online video game sensation, Fortnite.

The young man had been at it for hours. The only reason his room was dark was because he'd forgotten to open his blackout curtains that morning. He hadn't even showered yet. He sat and played in his Star Wars boxers and the beige t-shirt he'd worn to bed.

It wasn't that Andy was unhygienic. He simply became so engrossed in gaming sometimes, he lost track of the real world around him. In fact, in his focus, he only heard the third round of knocks on his door and call of his name:

"Andy."

He snapped out his trance and looked towards his door. His mom stood in the doorway, in her green cami and tight yoga pants. "Oh, yeah, Mom. What's up?"

Darleen smiled, shaking her head. "I swear, it's like you turn into a zombie when you're playing on that thing."

"Ah, yeah, sorry about that." He removed his headset.

"So...busy, honey?"

"Err"—he looked at his computer screen—"yeah, kind of."

"C'mon, Andy. You've been playing that game all weekend."

He picked up his headset and spoke into its microphone, "AFK, guys. Be back later."

"Later, dude."

"Later."

He turned his attention to his mom. "Is this gonna take long?"

"Only a few minutes, sweetie. Meet me in the family room." Darleen spun and walked down the hallway, adding, "Oh, and for goodness' sake, Andy, put some pants on. It's two in..." Her voice faded.

Andy walked into the living room. His mother sat on their cream coloured couch chair and on the glass top of the white living room table sat his crumpled mattress cover.

His heart sank. He knew what he'd accidently done to that sheet two nights earlier. He'd scrubbed it down with paper towels and tossed it into the laundry room without much thought. He didn't believe the stain would show, but he'd obviously been wrong.

Fuck, Andy groaned inwardly and took his seat on the middle of the largest couch.

"Umm, what's this about, Mom?"

"It's about this, honey." She reached for his sheet and held it up with one hand. "I, ah, found it in the laundry this morning."

"This is about my sheet?" His face scrunched. Andy knew playing stupid would ultimately get him nowhere, but he'd do whatever it took to prolong getting to the crux of this meeting.

"Yes, honey, but more specifically, it's about what's on your sheet."

His heart thumped. Oh, God, Mom, why're you bringing this up? Why couldn't you just throw it in the washing machine like a normal mom? Andy couldn't voice his thoughts, though. He could only stare, wide-eyed and straight-faced.

"I'm talking about this, hon." She showed him the large white stain.

"Oh." He looked away and bowed his head. "...Yeah, sorry about that, Mom."

"Do you wanna tell me how it got there?"

His head slowly shook.

"Andy, did you bring a girl into this house?"

He shook his head with more conviction as he faced her. "No, Mom. I swear."

As Darleen stared him in the eye, she felt like breathing out a sigh of relief. She knew her son couldn't bear to lie and maintain eye contact with her if she gave him one of her icy stares. He'd learned from an early age about the consequences of lying to that face.

"Okay." Her expression softened. "So, this happened during a...naughty movie?" Her thin eyebrows with their slight arch rose, as the one corner of her mouth curled.

After moment, he nodded and murmured, "Yeah."

She smiled. "It's okay, hon. I'm not mad about that. Every healthy red-blooded young man masturbates. It's the norm and has been accepted since...I can remember." She shrugged. "What had me worried was you might be having unprotected sex. And seeing your sheet made me think you might be relying on the withdrawal technique. Which isn't very...reliable." Darleen stopped before she said too much.

"Umm, okay, Mom." He nodded. "I was wondering why you're bringing this up. Don't worry. I'm not doing anything stupid."

"Good." She nodded with a smile, but it soon disappeared. "Okay, now that we've gotten your awkward moment out the way...I think it's time we get into mine."

Her son's face contorted as he eyed her.

"You see, Andy, it's just that...well, when I first saw your...umm, semen stain...I couldn't help noticing how much of it you...produce."

Andy stared. "Oookaay." He nodded. "That's, aaah, weird."

"Yeah." Darleen took a moment. "I thought you might say that, but when you hear why I bring this up, I think you'll understand."

Andy waited. "Okay, then, Mom...go on."

"You see, Andy, I—aah. Well, your father—umm. Okay, let me start off by asking you a question: have you ever wondered how I manage to stay so...radiant looking—not sure if that's the right word—despite my age?"

Andy put thought into that.

Like every boy in the world, he'd always believed his mom was a beautiful woman—in fact, the most beautiful when he was little. But he also knew this didn't solely come from his love for her. Even his three buddies weren't too shy to admit what a "hottie" he had for a mom, Joshua being the most vocal:

"I say, Andy, you got one hottie for a mommy," he'd say. "You sure you weren't adopted?"

In a way, it flattered Andy to hear compliments about his mother, but it also annoyed him. He'd always shrug it off, though, and come back with some quip about his friends' parents.

Indeed, the young man knew he had what others would refer to as a "MILF" for a mom. And now that she brought it up, she did look "radiant" and younger than her thirty-seven years on this planet. There'd been more than one occasion she'd been confused to be his older sister.

"Well, Mom, I guess I just never thought you were that old"—he shrugged—"and right now, I'm guessing you're just using some sort of beauty cream."

Darleen giggled. "I guess you can call it that." She nodded and showed off her healthy teeth.

"What's so funny?" Andy smiled subtly.

"Umm, do you wanna know the name of my 'beauty cream?'"

"Sure."

"Sperm."

His face scrunched. "Well, that's a weird name for a beauty product."

"No, honey, as in actual sperm, semen or...spunk, as the young people say these days."

His eyes broadened as he listened. "Mom...eww!"

Darleen laughed. "What?"

"I can't believe you do that."

"Hey! I'm not the only one!"

He considered. "So...you're trying to tell me...that other people do this, too? I mean, other than porn stars?"

"Yes." She smiled. "I only learned about it a few years ago. I heard on a talk show that 'sperm facials' can actually be good for your skin. Curious about it, I went on the internet and did some research.

"Apparently, it was true. Studies reveal that the protein in sperm can do wonders for your skin and help fight off the signs of aging. So for a few years now, I've been making use of your dad's. And I've been happy with the results."
Andy was stunned. Although, now that he gave it thought, this explained why he often smelled the aroma of semen when he hugged her, which he thought might have been emitted from him. He occasionally drenched his chest and stomach. It also explained why Darleen often didn't want him kissing her on the cheek. Funny enough, she always blamed it on a skin care product he never cared enough to ask about.

"Uh, okay, Mom." He nodded. "Just finding all of this a little...weird."

"That's understandable." Darleen also nodded. "You're not used to hearing me talk about this sort of thing. So, yes, I understand. But you're going to have to bear with me a little longer, hon, 'cause I still haven't gotten to what I really want to say.

"You see, Andy, up until a few months ago, your dad has been an excellent supplier of 'beauty cream.'" She used air quotes. "And—prepare yourself, hon—he and I were pretty much working on a quid pro quo basis. I'd do something for him." She winked. "And he would give me what I needed, in return.

"But as of late, your dad just isn't able to supply as much of his product anymore. And I'm not exactly sure what the problem is. I'm guessing old age is just catching up with him." She sighed. "I mean, you can't keep going like a young man forever. So, yes, I believe it's natural.

"But now I no longer have a reliable source of 'beauty cream,' and I've come to love its natural effects. And buying it online isn't an option. It's too expensive to keep getting it on a regular basis. So when I saw your semen stain"—she took in a breath—"I, umm, can you connect the dots here, sweetie?"

After a moment, Andy said, "Yeah...you wanna use my sperm."

"Basically, yes."

He thought. "Okay, but, Mom, here lies the problem—I'm. Your. Son."

"I'm well aware of that, honey. Which is why I had my reservations about asking you in the first place. But here's my counter argument: technically, you and I won't be doing anything wrong. I'll only be using your bodily fluid to treat my skin. Sure, it's strange, but...I've handled a lot dirtier things that have come out of you."

That took him by surprise. "Uh, I kinda see where you're coming from, but"—he sighed—"it's just all so—how are we even gonna do this?"

"That's the thing, we're not going to do anything weird like touch each other. All I ask is whenever you're, you know, 'cleaning the pipes,' you do it in a cup or a container for me. It'll be more sanitary than doing it on your bed sheets and I get to keep up with my beauty regimen. It's a win-win for everybody. Though, admittedly, more of a win for me." She smiled.

Andy gave it more thought. "Aaaaahh, okay...if this'll make you happy—I guess."

Darleen beamed, stood and climbed in Andy's lap as she gave him a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, baby." She gave him three kisses on the cheek. "You're such a star."

"Sure thing, Mom." He smiled.

"Oh and, honey"—she stood—"can we leave your father out of this? I'm not sure how he'd take it."

*

Later that evening, Andy sat at his desk with a cylinder plastic container and tub of lube as he went onto Pornhub. He'd planned on doing so regardless of his mother's request. Still, he felt strange about what he was about to do for her. But there was little Andy wouldn't do for either of his parents.

He selected the website's search box and thought about what kind of video he'd view tonight. Excluding animation and hentai videos, the type of porn Andy watched was vanilla, usually involving some young woman being ravished by a well-endowed man. The old school, standard stuff. Tonight, however, he was in the mood for something different.

As a result of all the talk about "facials" he had with his mom earlier that day, Andy typed in the phrase, "Cum facials."

A whole array of videos appeared and not feeling picky, he selected the first one on the list. Its likes to dislikes ratio wasn't bad. The video played. An attractive young woman who looked to be in her early twenties appeared on the screen with a smile. The raven-haired, brown-eyed girl sat on a large black sofa, wore a colourful sleeveless top, Daisy Dukes and black heels.

Andy uncapped his lube. He loved dark-haired women.

The husky voice of an unseen man greeted Andy before conducting an interview. The actress gave her name, age, place of birth, sexual history, credentials in the industry and her take on messy cum facials. She claimed to love them.

The interviewer then introduced a third party. A man in his late twenties or early thirties walked into the shot and sat beside the girl. The voice behind the camera acquainted the pair, which was soon followed by the lowering of her top and the fondling and sucking of her moderate breasts.

A minute later, all the actors' clothes were gone and the cameraman/interviewer had moved behind the male co-star, to give viewers like Andy the illusion he was being serviced by the attractive young woman. Classic POV.

Andy's lubricated palm worked its way up and down his cock as the palm of the actress did the same for the erection on screen. Then, as she looked the camera in the eye, she parted her lips and took the actor's cockhead into her mouth. She worked her pink lipstick covered lips up and down his impressive length, taking it into the deep depths of her mouth. It was apparent to Andy she was an experienced and talented cocksucker.

A couple minutes later, the man pulled from her mouth and his hand blurred its way up and down his shaft. When it came to a stop, he grunted as his cock twitched and expelled copious amounts of semen—and I do mean copious. Andy came much heavier than the average man, but he too couldn't compete.

The actress cried, "Oh my God," as her partner drenched her face, neck, tits and even her stomach before the video cut to its website's commercial.

Andy enjoyed the short film, but couldn't help thinking the ending had been faked. It didn't seem possible to cum that much.

Still having not reached his own orgasm and eager for more, he clicked the Back button, scrolled down the page and selected another video. This time, he went for a facial compilation video, which felt much more realistic than the first.

He applied more lubricant to his palm and got back to stroking as numerous clips of beautiful women being debased ran through screen. The video, however, ended sooner than Andy would've preferred. Still, he enjoyed it enough to look for another.

He typed in, "Facial compilation," and, eager to continue touching himself, selected a random video, clicked the Full Screen button and retook hold of his cock.

The video started off with a pretty blonde woman's face being plastered. Andy's hand continued moving. Then the words "Top 100 Facials of the Year" appeared, and at the end of the next sequence of words, he noticed the phrase, "mom edition." It caused Andy to wonder, but stroke on he did.

A pair of mature beauties appeared next, whose faces were also dishonoured. The next clip was more interesting, as it featured a woman talking to her "son."

Andy had run into these types of videos before. Hell, a lot of animation porn consisted of sex between family members, but he never really got into the theme. This video, however, felt appropriate, as his cum would soon and actually be on his mom's face—as foul as that sounds.

An R&B song played through his headphones as numerous mature women's faces were coated, voiced-over by the woman talking dirty to her son.

Andy had to admit, This is fuckin' hot.

Then something strange happened, something that had never happened to the young man before. As he stroked his cock, the vision of his mom's beautiful face entered his mind. Andy tried to brush it off and focus on the moms on screen, but some evil feeling, unexplainable need to visualise his own mom overwhelmed him.

His eyes closed as he listened to the seductive words of the woman talking from his headphones, picturing Darleen uttering them as she knelt before him. He soon felt the approach of his orgasm and grabbed the container on his desk. He groaned as his testicles contracted, shaft twitched and euphoria swept over him.

Oh, Mom.

Andy sighed.

Moments later, panting, he glanced down and noticed, despite his next-level high, he'd somehow gotten his heavy load into the container without wasting a drop. He capped it, paused the video and removed his headphones to think about what had taken place.

He'd just had an orgasm while thinking of his mother. Fuck. That was weird. His head shook.

As it should be clear by now, Andy had never looked or thought about his mom in a sexual manner before. He knew she was attractive, yes, but the fact remained; Darleen was his mother, and men simply aren't attracted to their mothers. Or at least that's what he'd always believed, even in the face of Sigmund Freud's kooky ideas.

He wondered if he should be worried, but decided to chalk it up as a one-off incident. Andy cleaned up, pulled up his pants and headed to his parents' bedroom.

He knocked on their door. Then seconds later, his father pulled open. "Andy." He cleared his throat. "What can I do for you, Son?"

Andy moved his cum filled container behind his back. "Hey, Dad. Is Mom in there?"

Oscar glanced at the arm behind his son's back, but then looked over his shoulder. "Honey, Andy's looking for you." He walked back in.

Soon Darleen appeared with a smile. "Yes, dear."

"Aaah, Mom, I, ah, got that, aah..." He showed her what was behind his back.

"Oh." Her eyebrows rose. She looked back into the room, stepped out and closed the door. "I wasn't expecting you to deliver it so soon." She smiled. "Thank you so much, honey. I really appreciate this."

"No problem, Mom. So, ah...what should I do with this?"

"Umm." She Thought. "Yeah, I didn't think this far ahead...Okay, here's the plan: ah, leave it on your bathroom counter for me, and I'll come and get it in a little while."

"Okay. Sure thing."

"Thanks again for what you're doing, baby." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Andy's eyes closed with a soft sigh as he took in her sweet subtle scent. He couldn't tell, but she smelt of honeysuckle, jasmine and lilac. He shook himself out his daze, blurted his goodnight and walked back down the hallway.

What the fuck was that? He entered his bathroom and set the container on the counter. I really need to get a hold of myself. He headed back to his room and turned in for the night.

*

Over the course of the next three and a half weeks, every other night or so, Andy went online, searched for explicit content and came in the container Darleen rinsed out and returned to his room while he was in school.

On the nights of his first few deposits, he decided to switch back to his regular porn, fearing a repeat of what took place during the first night. This turned out to be a success. However, on cum deposit night four, he couldn't fight off the urge to go in search of mom-son porn.

Earlier that day, as Andy walked past Darleen's workout room, he looked inside, stopping in his tracks. His mom was hard at work on her spin bike. She worked up a sweat that showed on the back of her grey tank top, but Andy's eyes were drawn to the region below. Her tight little bubble butt rocked back and forth, covered in black biker shorts.

He stared, rooted to the spot. When his cock stirred, he shook his head and continued on his way.

The image of Darleen pedalling away on her spin bike haunted Andy for the rest of the day—up until he went online and stroked out his emotions to videos of young men ploughing their supposed moms and/or stepmoms. But once his cup was filled, remorse settled in.

On deposit night five, he returned to hentai porn. Halfway through his second video, though, he cancelled it and sought out more facial videos which contained the special ingredient of taboo.

He stumbled upon a video of an older blonde woman, admonishing her son for coming home late. She decided to punish him by giving him a hand job. The "punishment" made no sense, at all, to Andy. Then again, neither did any porno with a plotline. The video ended with another unrealistic offloading of cum, but he enjoyed the mother-son element enough to fill his container.

And thus began Andy's descent into the wonderful world of mom-son pornography. For the next two weeks, every time he went online, he searched for the theme without second thought, finding a particular liking to the actresses Alura Jenson, Cory Chase, Mandy Flores and Madisin Lee.

He felt bad about his mom popping into his head every night, but less so with each release into his cup.

In addition, Andy found himself ogling Darleen's curves whenever the opportunity presented itself, which wasn't aided by her insistence on wearing tight apparel. He also found himself looking forward to when she'd hug him; to take in her magical scent: and to when she'd kiss him; to feel the soft sensation of her lips.

What am I turning into?

A couple times, he thought about making use of her used underwear or finding a way to catch her unclothed, but he was afraid of getting caught and felt it'd be going one step, too far. Still, his lust for Darleen grew with each day.

The last time he found himself eyeing her, as she cooked in the kitchen, he imagined walking behind her, pinning her against the counter, kissing her neck, peeling down her pants and underwear and—

Point being, his obsession was getting out of hand, which was something Andy wanted to do—in the literal sense, to exorcise his demons. He couldn't do this with the help of his girlfriend, though. He hadn't had one in close to a full year. He didn't know where else to look.

Andy believed if he were to somehow get over his feelings, he would need a little something from his mom; maybe not the whole cake, but at least a crumb.

*

On a return from school, the young man headed for his bedroom, dropped off his reading material and did some last minute thinking. He'd deliberated all day—to the concern of two of his attentive teachers—about how he'd voice the request he had in mind for Darleen. Granted, what he planned on asking wasn't huge, she'd still probably find it an odd request.

Just coming out with it and asking her is probably the best way to go. He walked down the hallway and poked his head into the workout room. There were no spandex-clad moms to be found. He headed to his parents' bedroom and knocked a few times to no answer. He opened and stepped inside.

As Andy opened his mouth to call his mother's name, she walked out her bathroom with a towel around her head and body. He swallowed hard as Darleen reached under her left underarm and grabbed the corner of her towel. Before she could disrobe, though, she turned her head and spotted him, which startled her somewhat.

"Oh. Andy." She relaxed then chuckled. "You almost just caught the horrifying sight of your mother naked."

He tried not to let his disappointment show. "Yeah...although, I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been 'horrifying.'"

Darleen smiled. "What are you doing in here, hon?"

"Umm, oh, yeah, I wanted to ask you something."

"Is it important?"

"...Kind of."

"Okay, can it wait a few minutes, just for me to put some clothes on?"

"Okay." He nodded.

"I'll be with you in a little while, hon. There's two tacos in the microwave for you."

Andy headed downstairs to the kitchen, where he pulled out said tacos, poured a glass of soda and sat down at the kitchen table. He ate and thought about his unlucky moment minutes earlier. If only Darleen hadn't turned and spotted him. He would've gotten an unadulterated eyeful of her goods—if only for seconds.

He thought about the last time he got to see her unclothed. It was long ago when he was only a boy. She occasionally took baths with him then. Andy was too young to care or notice she was nude, so he couldn't even remember what she looked like in that state. Although, he remembered her being a little bigger in size.

Soon Darleen strolled into the kitchen, in her yoga pants and a maroon camisole with her dark hair clipped into a neat bun. "Sorry about almost traumatising you there, hon," she said as she approached the fridge. "You caught me after my post-workout cold shower." She pulled the fridge's door handle and pulled out a container of salad.

"It's okay, Mom. Really."

Darleen got a fork. "So"—she sat in a chair opposite from him—"what did you wanna talk to me about?"

"Yeah." Andy put his taco down. "Well, I probably shouldn't be bringing this up during a meal, but it's about your...facials, Mom."

"Oh?" Darleen's eyebrows rose.

"Yeah."

She waited for him to continue, then said, "What about them, honey?"

"Umm, well, it's not so much about them, it's just...well, I was wondering," Andy spoke slowly, unable to look his mother in the eye, "if it was possible for me to, ah...watch you apply your beauty product?"

Darleen opened her mouth to talk, but then closed it to think. Andy still couldn't look at her. She then said, "And why...would you want to see me do that?"

"Umm...I don't know." He finally made eye contact. "I'm just curious, I guess." He shrugged. "I mean, after these few weeks of providing you with my stuff...I guess I just wanna see how it's used."

Darleen stared past him with a blank expression as her foot tapped. "Okay." She snapped out her thoughts with a shrug and stuck her fork into her salad.

"Really?" He perked up.

"Yeah, sure. Why not? What harm can it do?" She placed her fork into her mouth.

"Gee, thanks, Mom." Andy smiled and picked up his taco.

Darleen wiped her mouth. "When do you wanna do this?"

"Well, I was hoping today—before Dad gets back home from work, of course. So...in like an hour?"

"You know, this is actually a better time to do this—instead of waiting for him to fall asleep."

*

Andy stood outside his parents' bedroom, again, holding the container cup he'd filled to a Melanie Hicks video. He felt nervous, maybe even a little scared about what he was about to see. He wasn't sure why, but he was more excited than apprehensive.

He knocked on the door and said, "Mom," who answered by telling him to come in. Andy found Darleen sitting at her dresser, where she normally applied her makeup.

There was tension in the air of the deathly silent room, as if they both knew they were about to do something they shouldn't. Andy let out a slow breath and walked up to his mother, who watched his approach through the mirror of the dresser.

"Here you go, Mom." He placed the container in front of her.

"Thanks, hon." She smiled. "So, ah, why don't you take a seat on the bed."

"Okay." He walked to his parents' king size bed and sat on the edge of its foot.

Darleen's nerves kicked in as she reached for the container and unsealed it. She wasn't used to doing this with an audience. What was the protocol here; talk her way through this like some sort of shopping channel promo, or just sit and quietly do her thing?

She opted for a bit of both.

"Okay." She turned and looked her son in the eye through the mirror. "This, Andy"—Darleen held up one of the little cotton pads she used to apply her makeup—"is what I've been using to apply your special cream. Before this, it used to get applied directly, if you know what I mean." She winked with a smile.

Darleen added her crude joke in an attempt to kill some of the tension in the room. Which seemed to work—Andy smiled back.

"Normally, I just pour some of your spunk on it; like so"—she demonstrated—"and then, little by little, I apply it all over the skin of my face and neck." Darleen showed him by starting off with her one cheek.
For the next several minutes, Andy sat and watched his mother silently apply his semen to her skin. He'd always known what she did with it, but watching her somehow made it more real. He found it staggering she actually did this.

As he watched, the appendage in his pants couldn't help stirring, and within a minute, he was rock hard, despite having had an orgasm not too long before. Andy wasn't sure what he expected from watching his mom do this, but it was clear it was something he enjoyed viewing.

"And that's about it, hon." She dropped the cotton pad into the container and spun to face him. "I usually leave it on my skin for about thirty minutes to an hour before I wash my face—you know, to try and get rid of the smell."

"Mm." Andy nodded. "I see." He got up and then plummeted back down as he tried to sneak his erection behind his waistband. "Thanks for that, Mom. It was really...umm, educational."

"Any time, sweetie," she said and thought for a moment. "Hon, are you sure there wasn't anything more to you wanting to watch me do this?"

"Uh, no." He shook his head, worried she might've spotted the situation in his pants. "Uh, why-why do you ask?"

"Ohh, no real reason. Just a gut feeling." She shrugged. "But...are you sure?"

Andy thought. "Well, mayb—Actually, yeah: I'm sure, Mom."

"Okay, then. I'll see you later then, honey."

"Yeah." He stood, with his erection hidden by his waistband and shirt. "Thanks, again."

Once he was gone, Darleen stayed seated and wondered why Andy might have grown excited watching her apply his cum to her face. She'd definitely caught a glimpse of his not so little problem. However, the answer seemed obvious once the words "his cum" came to mind. She could see how smearing a man's semen on your face while he watches could provoke such a reaction. It just felt strange that she, of all people, could get that kind of rise out of him.

Darleen chuckled, but more at the wordplay than the incident.

I guess boys will just be boys. She shrugged and stood. And it really doesn't take much to get an eighteen year old going. Apparently, even one's mother can get the job done. Darleen headed to her bathroom with another chuckle and washed out Andy's container along with her hands. It was time to get dinner started.

Meanwhile, in Andy's room, with his pants missing and door locked, he had his hand around his cock as he took care of the problem his mom created. For the first time in a long time—excluding moments in the shower—he did this without the aid of the internet. The image of his beautiful mother rubbing his cum on her face and neck remained fresh in his mind. He didn't want anyone else preoccupying his thoughts, which was an actual first.

Before, Andy liked to hide behind the pretence that internet MILFs were the main reason behind his stroke sessions, but now there was nowhere to hide. Darleen was clearly the reason his hand manipulated his cock, and he was willing to accept that, even after he went cross-eyed.

Andy knew now more than ever what he wanted most in the world was to share a bed with his beautiful mother—as pitiful as that may, or may not sound.

It was time to formulate a way to get there, even if it seemed like nothing but a wild dream. Although, it appeared to Andy the platform to turn this dream into reality had already been laid.

*

A day short of a week later, Andy had been able to convince Darleen to let him watch her apply his cum to her face two more times. But now, as he watched a Sybil Stallone film, he felt it was time to take proceedings to the next level.

He stopped the video, picked up his lubricant and empty cum container and then headed to his parents' bedroom, where Darleen waited to put on another demonstration for him. Once given permission to enter, Andy stepped inside, finding his mom in her usual spot by her dresser, dressed in a form fitting white tank top and her customary yoga pants.

As he approached, Darleen noticed he held a small tub of Vaseline, and that his normally filled cum container was empty. Strange, the raven-haired beauty thought and spun in her seat to face him.

"Why's your cup empty, hon?" She forced a smile.

"Yeah, about that, Mom." Andy sat on the bed and took a deep breath. "Remember a few weeks ago, when you first came to me and asked me to provide you with my semen?" After she nodded, he said, "Well, you told me that when Dad used to do this for you, you and him were 'pretty much working on a quid pro quo basis.'"

Darleen didn't like the sound of this. "Yes. I remember saying that." She nodded. "But why are you bringing that up, hon?"

"Umm, well, Mom...I kinda feel...it would only be fair...if you and I were pretty much working on the same basis, as well."

Darleen took a moment to think. She really didn't like the sound of this. "And what do you mean by that, exactly?"

Andy also gathered his thoughts. "The thing is, Mom, is well, masturbating is actually quite a lonely activity." He'd clearly rehearsed this, Darleen thought. "A lot of people only do it out of necessity. We'd much rather have someone else help us reach an orgasm. The problem is that isn't always an option."

Of course, she knew what he was talking about, but found what he hinted at to be ludicrous. "So what are you saying, Andy? You want me to help make you cum?"

Andy sensed anger in her voice. "Umm"—he scratched his head—"I tried not to phrase it like that. But, I...guess you could...put it...in...those—"

"And you think that's appropriate, do you?" She glared. "To ask your mother to help you have an orgasm?"

"Aah, you know what, Mom?" Andy stood. "This was actually a bad idea. I'm sorry I said anything." Embarrassed, he started his journey towards the door.

"Andy. No. Wait...sit." Darleen placed a hand over her face with a sigh. The frightened look in his eye had stabbed at her sympathetic side.

However, and more to that, Darleen had to admit, she wasn't exactly innocent here: letting Andy watch her rub his semen on her face for the last few days clearly had an effect on him, and she knew that, but pretended it wasn't real. Well now the chickens had come home to roost.

With her son back on the bed, she said, "I understand where all of this is coming from—I really do—but what you need to understand is asking your mother to partake in a sexual activity with you; is highly inappropriate."

"I know that, Mom, but I don't think you understand how hot—I mean, beautiful you are. I know that's no excuse, but I don't have many options—any options, really—and I just didn't know anyone else to turn to. So I thought who else but the most beautiful and understanding person I know?" He exhaled loudly. "I now know it was a dumb idea."

Even though Darleen wasn't one of the most self-conscious people on earth, she felt a strange but pleasant warmth at hearing him refer to her as "hot" and "the most beautiful." It caused the slightest of smiles.

"Ohh, I don't know if it was a 'dumb idea.' The way you phrased it actually helps me understand. It was just...hard for me to take in at first. That's all." She leaned forward, placing her chin in her hands as she thought. "But let's just say"—Darleen sat up—"speaking hypothetically, of course; if I were to agree to help you out, what would that entail, exactly?"

"Umm...hypothetically speaking? It wouldn't be much. Considering the circumstances, I'd only be asking for a...ah, hand job."

"Mmm." She nodded. "And this wouldn't bother you? Getting a 'hand job' from your mother?"

"Hypothetically speaking—no." His head shook. "Like I said, you're a...uh, very attractive woman, Mom."

"I see." She nodded. "And that would be it?" Her eyebrows rose. "You wouldn't want anything more?"

Following a moment's hesitation, he said, "Ah, no...I wouldn't."

"Okay." Her head continued nodding. "Then—speaking in the practical sense now—let's...well, let's get to it." Darleen's heart sank as she uttered those words.

Andy stared. "Really?"

"Yeah." Another nod came, and then a sigh. "It's really the only way I can think of to thank you for what you've been doing for me."

He beamed. "Wow. Thanks, Mom...You're amazing."

Darleen half-smiled back. "Okay. Now"— her pale blue eyes dropped as she nodded towards his shorts—"I think it's time for you to...get those off." She swallowed. What have I gotten myself into?

"Ookay." Andy placed his cup and lube on the bed as he stood. He found it hard to believe this was about to happen. A part of him had seriously doubted it would. His heart hammered as he slipped his thumbs into his shorts and boxers before pushing them to his feet.

As he got upright, Darleen's eyes broadened and jaw dropped half an inch. Her eyes must deceive her. In its flaccid state, her son's penis looked almost as long and just about as thick as her husband's while erect.

Her heart rate picked up slightly and mouth dried. Darleen was astonished. She couldn't help wondering how Andy's penis would look and feel like in her hands. She'd caught a glimpse of its outline the week before, but it was only a glimpse. She had no idea it would look this menacing in all its glory.

Shockingly, the young mother felt a twinge in the region below her belly.

She felt the need to make a joke or comment about his size in an attempt to quell some of the guilt she felt, but in the end, Darleen decided to keep it to herself.

"All right." She got up and pointed to his lubricant. "So, I'm guessing that's what you normally use when you masturbate."

"Uuh." He turned to look. "Yeah. Petroleum jelly seems to be the best substance for it. You don't have to re-lubricate as much as you have to with water-based substances."

"I see." She picked it up and uncapped it. "I normally use my spit when I'm helping out, but this seems a little more appropriate." In her nervousness, Darleen couldn't resist letting that little joke slide, but her words were also true.

She used a middle and forefinger to extract a glob before smearing it all over her palms. Darleen thought she'd probably need both hands to deal with his size. She knelt before Andy, and the sight of her doing so caused his cock to swell. In no time, it stretched to its limit.

Holy. Shit. Darleen's eyes broadened at the spectacle. Andy's erection was easily the biggest she'd seen in the flesh—not that she'd seen many. She estimated his length to be probably eight, maybe nine inches long? Although, she couldn't be sure without a ruler or tape measure. But it was longer than the average man's, that was for sure. Thicker in the same respect. His girth compared to the narrowest part of her wrist.

Andy's whole deal was without a doubt impressive. She also liked the finishing touch of how he kept himself completely smooth in that—

Wait a second. Like? No. I just think it makes it look better. Let's not get things confused here.

As impressive as his cock was, Darleen thought it looked a little out of proportion protruding from his slender frame. She figured she should probably put a little more food on his plate from now on. She also wondered who in their family he'd inherited this from. Perhaps her father or maybe his other grandfather? It might've just skipped a generation. Wasn't that po—

"Ah, earth to Mom. You still there?"

She shook her head and looked up. "Oh, sorry about that, hon. Just got a little lost in thought."

Darleen looked Andy's cock in the eye, inhaled and let it out. Here we go. She raised her hands and wrapped them around his shaft, with her left hand around his base and the other right on top.

Her heart pounded. Darleen wondered why she felt so nervous. It wasn't like she'd never done anything like this before. Although, it was a first between her and a blood relative. Her greased hands slowly made their way up his shaft, causing Andy to moan, until her right hand clutched his glans.

Andy groaned.

As strange as it was to have her grown son's cock in her hands, Darleen liked the physical feeling of it. It had been long since she last felt a raging hard dick. She smiled to herself, which she often did if she said, heard or thought that word. Piling on to the problem of Oscar's scarce semen, even his erections weren't what they once were.

Darleen also enjoyed the emotional feeling Andy's erection gave her. It was one thing for him to call her "hot" and "beautiful," but it was another for him to get this hard over her. She didn't even have her clothes off. Merely the thought of her touching him had turned him to stone. She found it flattering.

"Ohh...Mom," he whispered.

Darleen slowly pushed her hands back down his cock to more soft moaning until they were around his base, once more. She couldn't get over Andy's girth. She had to squeeze to get the white tips of her thumbs' and middle fingers' nails to touch. Although, her hands couldn't be called large.

Darleen's breathing deepened as her palms made their way back up Andy's shaft. Jeez. I wonder what this would feel like sliding in—No. Get a grip, Darleen. This is your son for God's sake!

But as she worked her hands up and down his erection, gradually gaining speed, her conscience was betrayed by her body.

Darleen's skin reddened, nipples hardened and labia moistened. She was mortified, and doubled her efforts in getting Andy to climax. She worried he might notice her state of arousal. She removed her left hand and cupped his sack.

"Aah, Mom, this is amazing." He groaned with his eyes closed as the speed of her right hand shot up and the other hand massaged his balls.

Andy's moaning and groaning didn't help Darleen's situation—she enjoyed the feeling of giving pleasure—and neither was having her hands all over his genitals like this. But what really troubled Darleen, was that deep, deep within, lurked a fact she didn't want or wasn't ready to confront. And that was the fact that a part of her might actually enjoy taking part in this. That part of her might actually like the naughty feeling of—

I need to get him to cum, right now. She tightened her grip around his shaft and moved it with greater intensity as her other hand kept gently manipulating his balls.

Andy only praised her.

She then decided to focus her efforts on his glans. This usually does the trick for his dad. She kneaded, squeezed and stroked his purple cockhead with her right hand as her left ran up and down the few inches below. It worked. Within seconds, he announced the approach of his orgasm.

Finally! She exhaled, avoiding a sigh. "Hold on for just a second, hon." Darleen reached for his container and quickly uncapped it. She grasped his erection with her one hand and pulled down on it, pointing its head at the container's opening. Then she tightened her grip and made small jerking motions.

Seconds later, she heard Andy groan and felt his shaft throb as she watched his cum pump out his veiny cock. It was amazing to watch. She usually had her eyes closed when her husband used to cum for her. Darleen also got the sense of what a fire fighter with his hose might feel like as she tried to keep her aim steady.

Damn, that's a lot. She felt another shameful twinge below the pit of her belly.

Once his last spurt was released, Darleen shook out his last long drop. Andy softened in her grip. The familiar, unmistakable and admittedly unpleasant aroma of semen filled her nostrils. She picked up the container's lid and sealed it.

"As always, thank you, hon." Darleen showed him the cup as she stood.

He let out a loud breath. "Wow. Mom. I think I'm the one who should really be thanking you." He bent over to hoist his pants and underwear.

She smiled. "I can see why you'd say that. So...talk later?"

"Sure. I do need to get some studying done." Andy made his way to the door. "Thanks, again, Mom."

Once he closed the door, Darleen ran to it. She turned its key and placed her hand and ear against the door. Then she quickly made her way to her side of the bed, placed the container on the bedside table and opened its drawer. She reached in and pulled out a see-through blue vibrator.

Darleen studied it for a second. Not as big, she thought, but it would have to do.

She placed it at her side on the bed and then pushed down her yoga pants. She shed her wet, tight grey cotton panties before kicking them away. Then Darleen lay with her upper body on her pillows, switched on her vibrator and spread her legs.

The thirty-seven year old mom couldn't believe how horny she felt. She used her purring toy to apply sweet relieving pressure to her clit. Her eyes twitched and closed with an, "Aaahmm. Oh, God."

She worked her toy back and forth for a minute or two, then reached under her top with her free hand. She pushed up the one cup of her bra, massaged her breast and squeezed her nipple as her vibrator continued its assault on her clitoris.

Moans and groans accompanied the buzzing sound of the vibrator.

With her skin flushed, dark hair dishevelled and pants missing, Darleen looked like a hot mess. But there were probably many men out there—and a few women, for that matter—who would've coughed up their hard earned money to catch the spectacle she put on.

Darleen did something she didn't normally do next, but she had an overwhelming desire to feel filled. She pulled out the hand on her tit and used it to spread her pussy wide open. She pushed her blue vibrating tube past her labia with a soft groan and then pumped it inside herself. It felt wondrous.

Many minutes ticked by.

Then Darleen heard herself whisper, "Ohh...Andy." Her closed eyes tightened their seal. Don't say that! she screamed in her head, but kept pushing her toy in and out her body. That's your son, you whore!

Try as she might, the image of Andy's bulky piece of meat stayed in her mind. And even though she couldn't admit it to herself, what she truly wanted at that moment was to have that iron hard erection inside her steaming hot pussy, pounding the ever living shit out of her.

The thought caused Darleen's pussy to cream. She came. And cum hard she did over and over for the next twenty to thirty minutes, to the sensations of her pussy being filled and voided and her nipples being toyed with.

By the time she finished, Darleen was nothing but a sweaty, heaving puddle of flesh. It took over a minute to catch her breath. She'd had a second workout for the day. Darleen couldn't remember the last time she masturbated with such fury. Perhaps some time in her teens or twenties? Then again, perhaps never.

Think I'm gonna need another shower. Her stunning silky smooth legs dropped off the bed as she sat up. What on earth got into me? she wondered, but probably should've been asking "what hadn't"?

Darleen turned her head and eyed her son's cum container for a few moments. She picked it up and unsealed it. Its contents attacked her nostrils with its pungent odour. But it bothered her none. Darleen had become accustom to the smell. In fact, it made her nostalgic over her husband's virile days.

She rolled her wrist, mixing the gooey looking yellowish-white substance. Darleen stared into the cup. Then she raised it to her full round lips and took a swallow, causing her to cough and shocking the hell out of herself at the same time.

Why the hell did I do that!

*

Life became awkward in the Davenport house over the course of the next five days. Andy and Darleen hardly spoke. When they did, it was only in greeting, on important matters and/or if they had no choice but to talk, which was always initiated by the man of the house. However, even in those exchanges, they kept it brief.
Andy, to his credit, put more effort in to talking with his mom, but her responses reminded him of girls like Brianna Thompson, Mindy Po, Keisha Owens and Jessica McCredie; a handful of the deadly hot girls in his school who showed him little to no interest. But each time Darleen gave him what felt like the cold shoulder, Andy withdrew from her a little more.

He wondered if asking her for a hand job had broken their relationship.

He hoped not.

Even Oscar noticed the off vibe between his wife and son, and asked Darleen if Andy had done anything wrong. She shook her head with a, "No." When he asked about what had caused the change, she told him it was all in his imagination.

Oscar wasn't eager to get to the bottom of that doubt. He knew how hot headed his wife could be and didn't want to agitate her. In fact, he preferred focusing his energy on complications at the office. Oscar knew mother and cub would eventually kiss and make up.

Despite Darleen's mood, Andy placed a cup of his semen on her dresser on the third day after his hand job. She didn't ask for it. He thought she might still want it. He also wasn't up for asking if he could watch or if she could give him a hand—so to speak—in producing his "skin cream." If that's what caused their rift, then why pull at the tear?

He received a "thank you" for his deposit later. But that was the peak of seeing her kind side for those few days.

Andy prayed he'd get his old mom back soon.

*

An hour after a return from school, Andy was in his bedroom, reading at his desk. The young man had been in a glum mood the entire day; of course, over the situation with his mother. He wasn't one hundred percent sure on what to do about it, but felt the need to try and mend what had gone wrong, regardless.

He pasted a sticky note bookmark into his chemistry book. He stood and took a swig of his apple juice. Then he headed to his parents' bedroom, finding their door already open. Andy walked in.

He saw his mother's reflection through the large mirror of her dresser. Focused on her tablet, she lay on her bed, dressed in a white t-shirt and light grey sweatpants. Andy thought she looked at peace, but she probably wouldn't come off that way. He walked farther into the room and greeted her.

Darleen turned her attention to him for a second, then refocused on the device in her hands. "Hi, Andy."

"Whatchu up to?"

Without looking at him, she said, "Oh, nothing." Her finger ran across her screen, accompanied by the sound of a page flipping. "Just reading a Danielle Steel novel."

"Oh." He stood quietly for a moment. He could see she wasn't about to go on. "Ah, Mom...do you mind if we talk for a little while?"

"About what, honey?"

Honey? He hadn't heard that term in a while. Although, Andy thought it would've been nicer had she said it looking at him and not her screen.

"About your...I don't know, disappointment in me?"

Darleen's eyes darted up, looking over her tablet. "Disappointment?" Her face twisted as she put her device down and sat up to face her son. "I'm not disappointed in you." Her head shook.

"Then I don't know what else to call it. Hatred?" His hands and shoulders rose. "You've just been so closed off towards me lately."

Darleen's head slowly slumped. "I know, Son." She looked him in the eye, then, shaking her head, said, "But it's not because I'm disappointed in you, and it's certainly not because I hate you." She sighed. "If I've felt that way about anybody for this last week...it's been me."

Andy considered her words. "What...do you mean by that, Mom?"

Darleen felt it wouldn't be wise to share that information with him. "Uh—It's complicated, Andy. I just haven't been feeling too good about myself."

"Okay." His gaze dropped before resuming eye contact. "If I asked you something right now, do you promise to answer me truthfully?"

She thought. "Well, it really depends on the question."

"Fair enough." Andy nodded. "Um, does the way you've been feeling lately have anything to do with what we did the other day?"

"Honestly"—her eyebrows rose—"yes. I've been feeling really guilty about it all week."

"Well, don't, Mom. I'm the one who asked you to do it, and I'm not disappointed or ashamed of you because you did. If anything, it made me think I literally have one of the best moms in the world. I'm not too sure how many others would indulge their sons' fantasises like that. So—"

"Fantasies?" She smiled.

Andy's nerves piqued, and then his face flushed. "Oops. But...yeah."

"So you have fantasises about me?"

He nearly turned scarlet. "Sometimes," he squeaked.

"Well look at my little Oedipus."

Andy groaned. "Oh, jeez, Mom, please stop embarrassing me." A hand came over his face.

Darleen giggled. "I'm sorry, baby. But just so you know, I'm very flattered."

After a moment, he smiled, hunching his back. "Aah, where was I again?...Oh, yeah, so as you can see, I'm not sad about what you did for me the other day, so you shouldn't be disappointed in yourself."

She gave him a slight smile. "Thanks for that, hon, but—and don't take this the wrong way—but this is really more about how I feel about what I did, than what you think about me for doing it."

Andy considered. "Okay. I hear where you're coming from, but think about it like this: a few weeks ago, I was racked with guilt about my...uh—'naughty' thoughts about you. Not saying you're going through the exact same thing, by the..."

How little you know, sweet boy. Darleen shook her head faintly and continued listening.

"After a little while, that guilt I felt went away. I realised it was really no big deal and that it didn't make me a monster. I'm just cursed with having a beautiful mom." He shrugged. "So my advice is find a way to forgive yourself for helping me out, because...in the end...you'll realise...it's really no big deal." His head shook. "But I think you'll see that in time."

Darleen smiled, tilting her head. "Thank you, honey. Hearing that helps."

"Sure thing, Mom. Oh, and if you got that upset over what we did the other day, you don't have to worry about me asking you to do it anymore."

"Thank you for that, honey."

"Okay...Ah, yeah, it's been a few days since I last gave you a cupful. So, yeah, lemme go and work on that for you."

Before he reached the door, Darleen said, "Andy, honey." He stopped and listened as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I really appreciate you not putting any pressure on me to help you out, anymore, but, even after everything I just said, I do feel the need to tell you that I can soldier on and keep going—if you want me to, that is."

Andy gave this a good think. "Are you sure about that, Mom? 'Cause...I really don't want to go back to us not talking, anymore."

"I am sure." She nodded. "I think I've had enough time to clear my head, and to get over our first incident. And like I've said, I really can't think of a better way to thank you other than saying it. And for some reason, giving you money or raising your allowance would feel even worse."

Andy thought some more. "I'm not going to lie; I really do enjoy it when you're helping out."

"Then it's settled." Darleen nodded. "Come back in ten to twenty minutes with your cup. I'll be ready. And I promise nothing will change after we finish this time."

*

Fifteen or so minutes later, Andy was back outside his parents' door. The young man had his doubts about his mom being able to handle their next session, but as he told her earlier on, he relished her participation in producing his seed. And this tipped his decision in accepting her offer. Plus, for the most part, he believed she could handle it. Andy by no means believed his mother was weak.

After a quick knock on the door, he pushed it open and walked through. He found Darleen sitting on the edge of her bed. With her hair in a ponytail, she wore her tight yoga pants and an equally tight, white camisole. At the centres of her coconut size breasts, Andy noticed two nubs attempting to pierce their way through her top. It appeared she'd chosen to go braless. He felt his cock twitch.

"Decided to change outfits?" He swallowed.

"Uh." She looked down as her hands rose. "Yeah. What I had on before wasn't very flattering. This isn't exactly lingerie, but I think it'll do better in helping you get there. I mean, you did say you fantasise about me." A wicked smile spread across her face.

"You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?"

Darleen chuckled as her head shook. "No." She stood. "Now...let's do this."

Once Andy reached her, his mom took the container from his hand and placed it on the bed. She descended to her knees and reached for his belt buckle. Already, Andy's cock swelled. It amazed him how easily she got him going.

Once his belt and single button were undone, a thought occurred to Darleen. "Hon...where's your lubricant?"

"Ah. Oh yeah, I forgot it in my room. Be back in a jiffy."

"No, no. It's okay. I can improvise. Plus, your pants are almost already off."

"Ookaay." He wondered what she meant by "improvise."

Darleen hooked her slender fingers into his jeans and boxers and pulled down, collapsing them at his feet. His mostly erect cock sprang out, missing her face by an inch. The sight of it sent a spasm through Darleen's body, followed by a pang of shame. She looked up at her son with a smile in an attempt to mask it.

"I think I've already told you what I normally do when I'm helping out." She cupped her hands and dropped two long strings of saliva into them. She rubbed her palms together. She took hold of Andy's cock. Then she ran them up and down his long length. Within seconds, Darleen's heart rate accelerated.

When Andy first headed to his mother's bedroom, the last thing he expected was to have her hands back around his cock. The only goal he had in mind was to repair their relationship. He had no clue the outcome would result in this.

He closed his eyes and moaned as her magical silky hands worked their spell. His erection soon stretched to the max, causing Darleen to feel as if she held an iron bar. "Mom," he whispered, then heard and felt her spit out three rounds of spit to keep her hands flowing. Andy wondered why he hadn't left his lube behind the first time around.

Minutes clocked as the sounds of Darleen's slippery manoeuvring hands, her occasional spitting and her son's moans flooded the room. He delighted in the softness of her palms—mixed with her technique. The way she stroked his entire shaft, not neglecting his glans or testicles, was as incredible as their first time.

Andy felt he could do this for hours.

Soon, he felt Darleen's stroking quicken as her right hand massaged his cockhead with more intent. He sensed she now put her all in to coax an orgasm from him.

Before Andy's plans in bedding his mother came to a standstill, he'd formulated a crude ploy in to getting a huge step closer. He'd planned on implementing it a little sooner, but was unable.

Andy knew he should just be grateful to have Darleen's hands back around his shaft, but it appeared his abandoned hopes in sleeping with her were back on track. He couldn't let the opportunity go a-begging.

His moaning dwindled as he focused and fought off his orgasm. C'mon, you can do this. You've played with yourself much longer than this before. Just don't think about who's doing it. Not wanting to give anything away, Andy allowed himself to moan and groan every now and then as his mom's intense manipulations continued.

Nearly five more patient minutes of spitting and stroking went by before Darleen said, "Wow. Getting your stuff to come out is proving to be much more difficult than the first time." She wiped her forehead with the back of a hand as the other worked on, but slowed down a notch.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Mom. I know." He feigned a sigh. "Some days are just easier to have an orgasm than others." Andy moaned softly as she returned her hand to his shaft.

"I get that." She nodded and kept pumping. "Good thing I'm so used to working out. Otherwise, I'd be exhausted." Darleen chuckled.

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Is there something wrong, though, hon? Or on your mind?"

"No. No, Mom...I think I'm just too used to the feeling of a hand handling my...deal."

Out of fear, Darleen felt her heart rate shift into fourth gear. "What...are you trying to say, Andy?" She removed her hands and placed them on her lap.

"Uh—Nah, never mind." His head shook. "It's a bad idea."

"No, honey. Tell me."

"Ah, well...I just thought it might help...if I could see your...breasts."

Darleen stared.

"I told you it was a bad idea."

Her head shook. Then she said, "No, no, no." She steadied herself. "I can definitely see why you think that'd help. Andy, honey, I'm just worried we might be taking things, too far."

"Any further or worse than what we're already doing?"

She considered. "I guess not—in a way." She gave a small shrug. Plus, they're just boobs...And you know you want to. Darleen cringed with another shake of the head. She looked up. "Umm, so I should just take my cami off...just to help you get there quicker?"

"In theory." He nodded. "Although, I don't think you need to take it completely off. You can just pull or pop them out. You know, to help you feel a little more covered."

"I guess that makes sense." The dark-haired mother looked ashamed, as she knew she'd already decided. She sighed. "Okay, then." Darleen reached into her top, withdrew her left breast and then its partner.

Darleen felt as if she was naked from head to toe. There went his "feeling more covered" theory.

Andy thought it was impossible to get any harder than he was, but watching his mother's beautiful breasts come into view proved him wrong. He'd known all along they carried weight, but had always believed there was more than size in what made breasts appealing—other than the primal or evolutionary disposition that they'd make a woman a great nurturing mother.

Firstly, there was shape. Darleen's had that for sure, rounding out in just the right spot to give them a nice plump and perky appearance. Then there were the two separate skin tones, and her chest did not look starved of sunlight. Darleen had a creamy complexion and it provided a nice contrast with the darkish tone of her areoles and nipples.

Andy wondered if she found time to sunbathe while he was in school. Spring time was quickly approaching, and she'd been known to do so during summers.

Her nipples were Andy's preferred size, to boot: not too large and yet were something an infant would drool over on sight.

The young man knew, from all the mom-son porn he'd watched, it was perfectly natural for a woman's breasts to head southward after a certain amount of time. His mom's had followed trend. However, and contrary to widespread belief, he didn't find it unappealing, at all. And this didn't only apply to Darleen.

Andy couldn't understand it, but something about an older woman with some sag to her chest turned him on greatly. Maybe not the great grandma, "I'll whip y'all up some cookies" kind of sag, but to an extent, and he preferred it over boob jobs, which more often than not just looked botched.

This was no judgement by Andy on women who opted to get them, which was an all too familiar sight in California. He understood not all girls grew into a large bust, and about other complications that caused their necessity.

Andy had wondered, though, if he was the only one who felt this way about older women with some sag. Perhaps.

Finally, like most guys, he preferred women with a heavy chest set. Darleen didn't disappoint in that area, but that was no surprise. It was easy to tell even with her top completely on.

Andy found it strange how his mother seemed to check all the correct boxes of his ideal woman. Perhaps Freud did have some valid points.

"Whoa. Mom...thanks." He smiled. But this was only phase one in his ultimate plan for this session.

Darleen nodded with a half-smile and wrapped her hands back around his cock. She let out a few more rounds of spit as she got back to stroking, with her exposed tits framed between her smooth toned arms.

As Andy returned to quietly moaning and saying her name, Darleen wondered how their arrangement had deteriorated to this point. What started out as an innocent request had somehow turned obscene, because now here she was, on her knees with her tits out like some cheap bimbo, as she used her hands to gratify her boy. Impressive as he is.

The young mother wasn't sure what was more frightening: the fact all this was true or that she enjoyed it.

Minutes continued to flow as Darleen worked on and on. No matter how hard she tried, there was no sign of Andy's orgasm. The sweet burn she'd become accustomed to during her workouts had come and gone, and at this point, fatigue settled in. The only silver lining was the longer she kept at it, the less guilty she felt about taking part. Still, she needed a break and soon.

"Andy, honey, what's wrong? I thought you said having my tits out would help," she said as her hands kept moving. Darleen didn't normally use foul language in front of her kid, but she thought a little dirty talk might motivate him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom. I definitely thought a visual aid would do the trick. That's why pornography is so popular, isn't it?" He watched her work on, feeing bad about his ruse. "You getting tired?"

"A little." She nodded.

"It's okay, you can stop. I'm starting to get a little raw, which I think is adding to the problem." This was true.

"Oh." She released his shaft, placing her hands on her lap. "What should we do, then? Stop or go and get your lube?"

"No, I'll be okay"—he grimaced—"I can keep going. Umm, lube does sound like a good idea, but..." Andy let his sentence hang.

"But what?"

"Uuuh..."

Darleen waited. "Andy, talk to me."

"Uuh, it's just that...I don't think you're gonna like it."

She considered his warning, but had to know what lay on his mind. "It's okay." She nodded. "You can tell me."

"You sure?"

She gave him a deadly serious stare—verging on a glare.

"All right, okay. I was just thinking...you know, it might be best if you...uh, use your...mouth."

Darleen's eyes lit up as her arched eyebrows rose. "Oh." She thought for only a second. "Andy, honey...I seriously think that's a bad idea."

"Okay, but hear me out: you're feeling tired right now, and you wouldn't really need to use your arms to do it. And I know it would definitely push me over the edge."

It felt like he was grasping at straws, to Darleen. "It's still a bad idea."

He thought. "Is it, though?"

"Yes, it is." She nodded.

"Okay, it's a little extreme, I'll give you that. But the way I see it, it's not much further away from a hand job."

"Andy." She stared. "It's. Incest."

"Uh, maybe, but if anything, it's softcore incest."

"Incest is incest."

"Okay, um, does you handling my penis also count?"

"Yes."

"Well, then we've already crossed that line."

"Andy," she whispered, placing a hand over her face.

"It's not a big deal, though, Mom."

Darleen thought for a long while. She couldn't seriously be considering this, could she? She looked him in the eye. "You know, Andy, you also seem to be forgetting that I'm a married woman. Helping you out to get semen for my skin seemed like one thing, but now it feels like we're opening up a whole new can of worms."

As Andy also mulled, he moved to the bed and sat down. "I honestly do feel bad about that, Mom. I really do. But I don't think you quite understand what's been going on with me lately. Yes, I've already admitted that I fantasise about you, but it honestly feels more like an obsession or infatuation than just a little crush. So I don't think you know how badly I want this.
"I know simply wanting something doesn't entitle me to have it, but there's more to it than that. I love you, Mom. I really do. And I wanna share so much more with you than just this. I know that may never happen, so this would only feel more like a...consolation prize—if that makes sense. It may not make me feel completely happy...but I think it'll at least take me a little closer." He sighed. "That's the truth, Mom. All cards on the table."

The dark-haired mother stared at her boy. His head hung low. She had no clue his feelings were this strong. How could she?

Tucking away her breasts, Darleen rose and sat beside him on the bed. She placed a hand on his back and rubbed as she said, "Andy, baby, how long have you been feeling this way?"

"I don't know." He gave a small shrug. "A few weeks now, I think."

After a moment's hesitation, she then said, "Believe it or not, honey, I think it's sweet—a little strange, but sweet." Darleen wasn't sure how to handle this situation. "I hope you know that I truly love you, too—more than you'll ever know—but...I'm still married to your father, hon."

"I know, Mom," he said, his head still low.

It appeared to Darleen he'd given up his fight.

She rubbed his back. Then her gaze dropped to his drooping erection, which had lost its posture during their chat. Even in its current state, it still looked menacing.

Darleen chomped her lower lip as she contemplated. Would it be so bad if she gave this to him? A part of her wanted to, and it wasn't out of pity. But the bottom line was it would be cheating, which is something she'd never done. Although, she knew she'd technically already crossed that line. Twice—and the second time was with a little more intent.

Nearly a minute clocked as she stroked her son's back and absent-mindedly stared at his cock, while she deliberated and endured internal struggle. One side did seem to talk louder than the other, though. In the end, Darleen decided she'd find a way to forgive herself.

She reached across her lap with her free hand and took a firm hold of Andy's penis, jerking it in small motions.

He turned his head and looked her in the eye. "Mom...what are—"

"Shh, shh, shh. Just...trust me. Okay." With a slight nod, she leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the lips. Then her eyes lowered as she focused on gently stroking his shaft.

Even though Andy had lost all hope, slowly but surely, his erection stretched to life in her grasp. Darleen revelled in the feel of it. It was a first for her and Andy's cock. She normally only got to handle it at full strength, or there about. Her manipulations continued and around the one minute mark, his appendage tensed back into an immovable object.

After slipping out only her left fleshy tit, Darleen's spandex-clad little bubble butt lifted off the bed. She knelt before her son. Gently stroking his length with one hand, she looked into his light blue eyes—a mirror image of her own. Andy was astonished at how she looked both adorable and erotic. After this brief moment of eye contact, Darleen focused on his intimidating erection.

She took a deep breath.

She could do this.

Darleen leaned in, parted her mouth and took his cockhead between her rosy lips.

Andy was startled. After their chat, he never believed this would happen. He thought of pinching himself, but instead closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. How could it be that the first girl to take him inside her mouth was his beautiful mother. And the young man wouldn't have it any other way. Rare were moments in his life he felt joy on this level.

Darleen stretched her jaws as wide as she could in an attempt to accommodate his girth. She had loads of experience in oral gratification—she'd been with her husband for many years—but not much with other men. In fact, Andy was only the fourth she had any sexual interaction with, and only the third she'd taken into her mouth.

Darleen didn't go out much during her awkward middle and high school days. With her teeth in braces and her overactive pimple breakouts, she never felt good enough to approach any of the "cool kids." So she spent most of her time being invisible, reading books and hanging out with her best friend, Bernice, who she didn't talk to as much as she'd prefer, anymore, but that's another story.

Darleen did eventually lose her virginity to a sweet boy turned boyfriend before her senior year, which is when she gained a lot more attention from her peers. People noticed she was a natural beauty. The guy's cock she sucked in her next short relationship was somewhat bigger than Oscar's, but it too wasn't in Andy's league. So trying to get it down her gullet proved to be troublesome.

She forged ahead, though, and inched him farther and farther into her mouth, loosening her jaw as her son groaned and rasped her name. Darleen felt her insides tingle and pussy saturate at the sound. It's been said she enjoyed providing pleasure. It made her feel powerful. She knew she'd have to spend some alone time with the blue toy inside her nightstand after she and Andy wrapped things up.

His sounds of delight motivated her to keep going. She stuffed more and more of him into her mouth. Then feeling him well down her throat, Darleen carefully breathed through her nose. She had no idea she was capable of this.

"Ohh, wow," Andy exhaled. "This's amazing." His head titled back.

Darleen couldn't get his entire sausage past her lips, two inches or so had been left out, but most of him had been taken and she was pleased with her attempt. She felt her eyes water. The young mother pulled back and caught her breath with Andy's cockhead inside her mouth. Then she plunged back down and began the slow bob of her head, gulping half of his shaft each time.

Andy placed a hand above the tie of her ponytail as he groaned and watched the rise and fall of her head. He felt the urge to lift his hips and meet her downward bobs—face fucking being one of his most recent fantasies; not necessarily with Darleen, but he'd given it thought.

In the end, Andy restrained himself, feeling it would be cruel. But perhaps one day she'd allow it, and having her sweet round lips around his cock was more than enough for him at the moment. He closed his eyes and soaked it all in.

Darleen's head picked up to a medium pace. Then she slowed back down and pushed forward as she tried again to get as much of him inside her mouth as possible. It was a painstaking procedure, and she managed to get a little farther this time, but not much.

After catching her breath, she gave it another try.

Still no dice.

Darleen had not a clue how much her attempts blew her son's mind. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. His toes curled.

She returned to her halfway-mark bobs, starting at a neutral speed, but quickly accelerated.

One of the internet videos Andy watched not too long ago, had alluded to the belief older women would show you the world in the sack. He thought Darleen made a strong argument for the conception, not that he had any younger women experience to compare her with. In fact, he'd only gotten to second base with his ex, but doubted any girl in his school would be as good.

Well, maybe the cheerleading, Stacey Bell. He'd heard some wild rumours about "the school slut"—not a tag he invented.

Andy didn't need any references to know Darleen was amazing. She seemed to swallow his cock with ease.

The raven-haired MILF's quick bobbing went on, which caused a wet gulping sound to emerge and her boy's balls to boil. He could take the torture of prolonging his orgasm no longer. "Oh fuck, Mom," he cussed without thinking, "I'm about to cum. Where's the cup?" He reached for it as Darleen slurped him out.

"Don't worry about it." She shook her head and used a hand to stroke his member.

"Huh, uh, what?" He tried to hold back his orgasm, but his first gob launched out without authority, landing above her left eye, dripping down. Andy noticed Darleen's pearly whites in her mischievous smile. "Ohh." He realised his stupidity and stood.

He brushed her hand aside, took over the hold of his erection and stroked away. Seconds later, bliss kicked in, his shaft throbbed in his grip, accompanied by loud grunts, as an unreal torrent of thick white cum spewed from his opening.

Andy's first few shots took Darleen by surprise, hitting her with such force they stung a little. Then came the endless drenching of her face, covering almost the entirety of it and a little of her hair. One streak somehow reached the back of her neck.

It was one messy scene. And when it ended, some of the spunk on Darleen's face ran down her chin, onto her exposed left tit and down her camisole.

Taking in his mom's image brought to Andy's mind the faked facial videos he'd first viewed online. It wasn't as bad, but the thought came up. And if one were to walk into the room right now, he or she would probably wonder where the rest of the members of this bukkake party were.

"Jeez," Darleen said, then wiped her mouth as she tasted spunk creeping in. "Andy, where did that come from?" She spat and then attended to her eyes.

"Sorry, Mom. I forgot that tends to happen when I stimulate myself for too long—which kinda happened."

"It's all right." She smiled, wiping her eyes with her forefingers. "I did ask for it. Just got caught a little off guard." Darleen laughed.

*

The next night, after diner, Andy sat and read at his desk, again. Final exams were on the way and the young man wanted to be prepared, but couldn't be called scared or even nervous. Andy may not have inherited all his parents' striking physical features, but had been compensated a brilliant mind—along with something else. Wink, wink.

Andy had even been thought of, by both his mom and dad, to be smarter than them combined. Which said a lot, given his father was college educated and that his mother had an even sharper mind he, and would've also graduated had she hung about.

One couldn't blame the parents for thinking highly of their son. They'd heard nothing but compliments about him from his teachers throughout school. The boy held a 4.0 GPA from his previous year, and had breezed through his SATs and ACTs.

In fact, everyone that knew Andy revered him as somewhat of a genius. He may not have been destined to become the next Einstein or Newton or Hawking, but they all had high expectations of him and were sure any higher learning institution would be happy to have him aboard.

Andy had done his fair share of thinking on which college he'd join in the fall. The only thing he knew for sure was he wanted to go somewhere with a strong science program, as physics was his passion. Believe it or not, this millennial wasn't influenced by the sitcom "The Big Bang Theory." Andy believed the show lost its charm after its first few seasons, and was glad it'd soon be over—his mom and dad were still fans at the time, though. Andy simply loved the idea of working with numbers and equations.

At the recommendation of his teachers, he'd applied to a few Ivy League institutions, but was still undecided. Although, Harvard did appear to be the most tempting prospect if he were to gain acceptance, despite the long commute to/from home. Which had never been much of a concern until recently.

Andy knew he'd miss both his parents, but felt guilty in knowing he'd miss his latest interactions with his mom more than anything—other than her.

The scene which took place in her bedroom the day before remained on his mind and pulled him out of his focus every so often. If he didn't have to save up for Darleen, he would've taken care of the problem with thoughts of her captivating eyes and inviting bosom; the poignant sound of her voice; the sweet smell of her mysterious scent; her delicate touch and the soft feel of her full round lips.

Andy was smitten and grieved in advance the day he'd have to move on and find another—probably in college, he believed. However, he wasn't done with Darleen just yet. The young man still had one last goal he felt he had to achieve before he could move on.

But oh boy, what he wouldn't do to be in his dad's shoes. He sighed and flipped a page.

Soon came a knock on his door and once Andy answered, he turned around to see his old man coming in, closing the door behind him. Think of the devil. It wasn't unusual for Oscar to check in on his son, but Andy hadn't expected his visit.

"Hey, Son. You studying?"

"Yep." He swivelled his chair.

"That's my boy." Oscar smiled.

"Ah, what's going on, Dad?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

Andy wondered what about. It wasn't as if he and his father ever had a lot to discuss. He knew his dad loved and cared for him and was proud of his academic achievements, but that's where he felt Oscar's interest in him ended.

From an early age, Oscar had tried to connect with Andy, but only in trying to get him more involved in sports. He'd taken him to numerous ballgames to watch the Lakers, Chargers and Angels. He'd played catch with him out back—or at least attempted to. He'd even signed his son up to join him at the gym, but interested in physical activities, Andy was not. Well, that's if you discount larping.

No, Andy preferred games of the mind—like chess and scrabble—partaking in spelling bees and debates, or reading about Spider-Man, Batman, Thor and so on, than hitting, kicking or throwing a ball of any kind.

However, in an attempt to please his dad, he'd given baseball a try in elementary school, feeling it was one of the less physically demanding sports. But after the mishap of getting beaned by a ball machine, causing a giant bruise on the side of his ribcage, he decided to hang up his glove and gave up on sports, all together. Andy felt the profession was dangerous.

Oscar was disappointed, of course, but he understood that not all were born with the ability to perform spectacular physical feats. He even felt bad about all those he picked on who were in the same shoes as his son during school.

"Talk about what?" Andy said.

His dad gave him a straight face as he folded his arms. "About what you've been doing with your mother for the last few weeks."

Andy's heart soared into his throat. "Ah, w-w-what...do you mean, Dad?"

"It's okay, Andy." Oscar smiled, calming his boy. "I know you've been helping her out with her beauty treatments lately, and I just wanted to come by and thank you for what you've been doing."

Andy stared, suspicious. "Really?...You're not mad?"

"No." Oscar chuckled with a shake of the head. "I'm not. I'm sure she's told you that I haven't really been able to...help her out in that area anymore. And I just wanted to stop by and thank you for taking over. I'd much rather have you doing it than anyone else, and I'm not sure how many others would agree to help their moms out like that.

"So, yeah, I'm proud of you, Son." He nodded, stepped forward and gave Andy a light slap on the back. "Good man."

"Ah, no problem, Dad," he said, feeling confused.

"Okay, yeah, I've said all I wanted to say, and I've got work in the morning. So I'm gonna call it a night and let you get back to reading."

"All right, Dad. Talk to you in the morning."

Once Oscar closed the door, Andy sat and mulled over the conversation they'd just had. He found it a little odd how easily his dad dealt with being in the know. He thought it was awfully mature of him, but also wondered how much he actually knew.

Why he knew anything at all came to mind next, and there seemed to be two possible explanations: either, his mom had informed him or he'd somehow figured it out on his own. Andy preferred the former theory, as it seemed the more likely. He knew there was no point in any further speculation. He'd soon have a definitive answer. He shook his head and returned to his book.

*

The next afternoon, the young man was back in his parents' bedroom, sitting on their large bed. It was Friday and Andy and Darleen wanted to fit in another session to avoid a four day wait until their next opportunity.

Even with Oscar knowing about their arrangement, they felt it wouldn't be wise to do anything with him lurking about. Plus, Andy still didn't know the degree of his dad's enlightenment. With the usual morning bustle, school and Darleen's workout routine, he hadn't gotten enough time alone with his mom to find out.

She soon entered the bedroom, and Andy took a moment to soak in her stunning form and sexy apparel. With her raven hair tied under a cap, she wore trainers, biker shorts that covered a third of her shapely thighs and a loose cut shirt that left her smooth stomach to be seen.

Darleen had returned from her weekly run around the neighbourhood with plump Mrs Bernstein from next door. Mrs Bernstein had convinced Darleen to run with her on the road every Friday, since the month before. Andy didn't know how his former babysitter's mom expected to trim down with her one day a week routine.

"Honey, what're you doing in here?" Darleen said as she walked in.

"I-I'm here for your...treatment. Whoa, Mom, you look good."

She smiled. "Thank you, baby." Darleen bent her knees and raised a foot to pull off her first shoe. "But you wanna do that right now? I mean, don't you want me to at least take a shower first?"

"Ah, no." His head shook. "Not necessary. You smell pretty good to me, and you don't look all that sweaty."

"Yeah, Regina does slow me down." She dropped her second shoe and sock. "I guess I can always shower later." Darleen grasped her shirt and pulled it up.

Andy was taken aback by her nonchalance. Was she stripping in front of him?

He was disappointed to discover she wore a white training bra underneath.

With her cap and top on the floor, and in her shorts and training bra, Andy thought his mom looked like an MMA fighter—a smoking hot one, at that. All she needed were the gloves. He would've been more than happy to go a few "rounds" with her.

He snapped out of his reverie, shaking his head. "Oh yeah, Mom...did you tell Dad about what we've been doing?"

She crossed her arms and stood with her feet a stretch apart. "I did." Darleen nodded.

"Ummm, ookaaay." He thought. "A couple follow up questions, starting with: why?"

She remained silent with her head down. Then she made eye contact. "I just felt bad about what we did the other day, Andy...and I needed a way to feel better about it—if we're going to continue. I didn't tell him about absolutely everything, but I felt I had to give him something. So I let him know you've just been helping me out with my beauty regimen for the last few weeks."

"Ohh." Andy processed this. "A little heads-up would've been nice, but okay. I get it." He mulled. "But that's all you told him, right? That I've just been providing you with cupfuls?"

Darleen nodded.

"Okay, that answers my other question. So...yeah, where do we go from here?"

"Nowhere." She shook her head. "We just keep on doing what we've been doing...and I'll manage to deal. Promise. No more surprises."

Andy stared her in the eye. He felt concern. "Are you sure, Mom? I'm mean...you don't seem all that happy. Is all of this really worth it?"

Darleen gave his question serious thought. "To be honest—no. I don't think so." Her head shook. "But we've come this far." She half-smiled. "And there's really no point in turning back." She pulled her training bra over her head, tossed it next to the rest of her gear and slowly lowered to her knees.

Her bare tits and submissive demeanour coming into play knocked Andy off his stride. He wanted to go a little deeper into their conversation, but lost his train of thought as he felt the rise of his cock. Her current state was impossible to disregard.
He rose from the bed, pulled his black top off and stood before Darleen. He unfastened his belt and jeans, pushed them down with his boxers and revealed his rising erection, which caused a shiver to flow through his mother's body. For the first time, it didn't bother her.

Darleen reached for his cock and took it in her hold. As she stared transfixed and gently stroked him, his erection turned to stone. The feel gave her goose-bumps. Her face moved in as she took his glans between her lips. Darleen circled her tongue around it a few times, causing Andy's eyes to close with a sigh.

He was glad she'd chosen to skip the introduction. Amazing as her hands were, he preferred the feel of her sweet round lips. He laid a gentle hand on her head.

Darleen pushed him farther into her mouth, taking in three-quarters of his length. Then her one hand rose, cradled his balls and kneaded them as her head bobbed, immersing at least half of his erection each time.

Andy still found his fortune hard to believe. He knew many others would sacrifice a testicle to have their beautiful moms' mouths on their cocks like this. Or at least that's what online comments suggested. And yet here he was, with both his balls in tow and in her soft hand's care.

The only sweeter achievement would be if he could enter the pussy from which he entered the world. He still planned on it, but for now, he wanted to enjoy Darleen's amazing tongue and lips. Moments this beautiful deserved to be fully appreciated.

His eyes stayed closed as her head continued its rise and fall, accompanied by the sounds of her wet smacking mouth, gulping and little gags.

It was glorious to listen to.

Darleen soon felt it was time to end the warm up and kick proceedings up a notch. She steadied herself, placing her hands on his hips, and slurped him from her lips. Then she took a deep breath, sucked him back in and slowly pushed his erection into the far depths of her mouth, wedging it into her throat and causing her boy to groan.

Darleen kept going. She took him farther and farther in and broke her previous dick swallowing record.

"Oh, dear God, Mom," he exhaled, "this is incredible."

Darleen still couldn't get him all the way past her lips, but she came mighty close, shirking only an inch. And hearing the delight in his voice put goose-bumps on her goose-bumps. She kept him in her throat for a few seconds, but feeling an intense gag coming on, she withdrew and recaptured her breath.

She took his glans back in and slowly slid her rosy lips down his length again until she had the lion's share of his erection back inside her mouth and gullet. Darleen kept it in for a few more moments. She repeated the wondrous procedure two more times. Then she returned to bobbing her way up and down half of his length, amplifying her speed, as her one hand attended to his balls and the other worked the rest of his shaft.

Andy resided in a world of bliss. Keeping his orgasm at bay would be a tall order if she kept this up much longer.

Darleen's mouth and hands worked on, but then a thought occurred. She audibly popped him from her lips, relieving and disappointing her son at the same time. Talk about an oxymoron, he thought with a sigh.

She looked up. "Wouldn't you like a little more control?"

Andy wasn't sure what she meant. Was he still high or did she fail to make sense? "Huh?" he said.

"I mean, you never seem to do anything while I'm helping you out. You just sit still and take whatever I give you. Which, don't get me wrong, I think is impressive. Given that whenever I do this for your dad, he can't help pushing his hips to try 'n' get more of his penis into my mouth. But I wouldn't mind, is all I'm saying."

Darleen then wondered if her offer had been wise. Andy was considerably larger than Oscar and she wasn't sure if she could handle it if he became too aggressive with her. She also wondered why she said "whenever I do this for your dad." She and her husband hadn't been very physical ever since Andy took over his "duties." The decline in intimacy started a little while before, but as of late, it felt as if their sex life had diminished to near nonexistence.

"You know," Andy said, "I actually gave that some thought the other day."

"Okay." She nodded, deciding to take a chance on him. "Give me your hands, then."

He stuck them out. Darleen placed her palms underneath the backs of his hands and rested them on her head. Then she grasped his shaft and took his glans back inside her mouth. She looked Andy in the eye, gave him a nod and opened wide.

The young mother wasn't sure why she felt the need to guide him through this. She knew her son was sexually inexperienced and suspected his virginity lay intact, but there was probably no need for the tutorial. Sex was more like learning how to walk or talk than pilot a plane. Still, a part of her enjoyed doing so with him.

Oscar had been the one to give Andy "the talk" when he was a young teen. It seemed best since they shared the same kind of genitalia. Little did she know, her husband hadn't done a very good job. He mainly spoke about his conquests before he met Darleen and ended the chat with a shrug as he said, "Just use a condom."

Darleen had always wanted to get more involved in Andy's sex life, and what better way to teach him than through practicality? Granted, most parents would focus more on the importance of safety than the acts themselves. But she figured the "safety" part had been taken care of, and she needed something. Plus, Darleen preferred her kind of lessons.

Can't believe Mom's actually about to let me face fuck her. Andy's heart rate quickened as he got a firm hold of her head and slowly thrust his hips. Dreams do come true. He smiled at the wordplay and watched engrossed as his cock disappeared behind her beautiful lips. It was still great to watch.

His glans breached her throat. Darleen narrowed her jaws and locked a tight seal around his shaft with her lips, hiding her teeth behind them. He withdrew a few inches then thrust back in. Over and over, Andy gently sent his cockhead into her gullet.

Darleen felt he was being way too cautious. She loved how considerate he was of her, but she wasn't made of glass! The young mother placed her hands on his hips and intensified his trusts. He moved quicker and deeper into her mouth and soon caused Darleen to sound as if she chugged down a pitcher of beer.

Andy got the message. She could handle this.

When she removed her hands, his sharp deep trusts remained, and even accelerated. But he never got out of hand. Darleen was impressed with his self-control. The first person she'd received orally seemed to have no care for her, whatsoever.

In her inexperience, he kept forcing her head down. He was more concerned with satisfying his own needs than looking out for her. It wasn't a great experience for the young lady.

Even though the guy in question was good looking, Darleen felt embarrassed their short relationship lasted as long as it did. He was a bit of a jerk and they shared little in common. Although, she only dated him to get under the skin of her father.

And Oscar too wasn't always an angel in bed. There were nights she'd thought of him as either an asshole or a pig or both. A part of Darleen did like being mistreated behind closed doors. But to her, it was more a matter of timing.

Andy's hips continued moving as he groaned and pulled his mom's head to meet his trusts. This was an incredible experience for the young man, and he expected to wake up in his bed with the feeling of disappointment. But this dream was reality. Better mothers in the world, Andy believed were a finite few.

The highest quarter of his cock stretched her oesophagus as their act of debauchery climbed.

"Oh, wow...Mommy."

Darleen felt a current surge through her body on hearing him say that. He hadn't called her "Mommy" since he was a young boy. It was shameful, but it caused her great excitement. Her panties and biker shorts were already drenched, but now she felt a stream running down one thigh. Bad Mommy! Darleen thought, smiling on the inside.

Amazing as this oral session was, Andy knew it couldn't last forever. His climax lay around the corner, and he knew it'd soon come knocking. He thought of just going with it and coating Darleen's face, but there was something he still had to do with her.

Andy knew he was being impatient and should wait it out a few more sessions, but the thought of ending his virginity and achieving the goal to do so with this amazing woman, was too great for common sense to hold water.

However, he had enough wits about him to know coming out and asking her wouldn't go down smoothly. But a fiendish idea soon came to fruition.

Andy's hips pushed on. Then he huffed, "Oh, God...this's amazing. If only I could do this with your pussy, Mom."

Darleen's eyes bugged as she felt her biggest gag. She pushed his hands off her head, coughed twice and then looked up. "What?"

"Oops." He placed both hands over his mouth. "Sorry about the language, Mom."

"No, not that. If only you could do what?"

He feigned thinking. "Oh, that?"

"Yes, that."

"Is it so surprising, Mom? I mean, isn't it obvious? In fact, I think I've already sorta told you this before."

Darleen eyed him and looked in no mood for games. "I know you very well, Anderson Davenport: you wouldn't say something like that without reason. What are you getting at?"

Andy wondered how she could see through his ruse. It seemed like she'd tapped into that superpower all moms have to see through their kids most elaborate of schemes. But he wasn't about to give up on his act of ignorance without a fight.

"I'm not getting at anything. I just got caught up in...the heat of the moment. I didn't even know what I was saying."

Darleen stared with doubt. "If that's so, then how do you know what I'm talking about?"

He hesitated. "Aaah, because...you gave me a hint."

"I'm not buying this, Andy." Her head shook. "Just say what you want to say."

The young man placed his hands over his face with a sigh. He could see there was no point in carrying on with this charade. "Okay, Mom. You got me. I said what I said...because I'm trying to tell you...that I want to have actual sex with you."

Darleen's eyes and head dropped. In fact, her whole body deflated.

She knew this day would come. She knew some day her son would ask her to commit the ultimate sin. She didn't know when or how, but she knew the question was on its way. She didn't even expect it to come this soon, but she definitely expected it. This was in no way a surprise.

She'd lain awake at night, contemplating what she'd say when the time came. She never came up with a clear answer. The question terrified her to dwell on. In the end, Darleen trusted she'd make the right decision.

"No, Andy." She looked him in the eye, head shaking. "That's not going to happen."

As he returned her stare, Andy got the same look in his eye he used to get when he was little. Whenever Darleen and her son were in a store of some kind and he desperately wanted a sugary treat or an action figure or something other, he'd give her the same look he had right now. But Darleen would not be moved.

"Andy. No."

"Please, Mom." He placed his hands together. Yes, this is what it had come down to—grovelling. "I swear, I'll never ask you to do anything more if you grant me this last wi—no. Dream."

"Andy, no, stop asking me...because it's not going to happen." Her head shook. "And you know exactly why. I find it hard to believe that I've given you as much as I already have. "

His plead with his eyes remained, but Darleen showed no sign of caving. Andy sighed as his head and shoulders slumped. "Okay." He nodded. "I get it. It was stupid of me to think someone as beautiful as you would ever really be interested in me."

"Trying to lay a guilt trip on me isn't going to work, young man."

"That's not what I'm trying to do, Mom." He looked her in the eye. "Honestly speaking, none of the 'hot girls' in school are interested in me. They all think I'm just some geek who's probably into guys."

Even in her strong-willed state of mind, Darleen could empathise with him there. She'd also struggled to fit in through most of her school life, and, in spite of the situation, she felt his honesty. Darleen felt she had to say something other than just shoot him down.

"Andy...I'm going to be very honest with you, right now. I know I shouldn't say this, but: you're wrong. A part of me really does want to do what you just asked of me," she said and noticed him perk up. "It's true, honey.

"But that doesn't mean I'm going to let it happen. It would be extremely irresponsible of me, as a mother and a wife. And please let's not split hairs on what we've already done. I've punished myself enough over it...I probably still will." She sighed.

"So, yeah, it's final, baby...I'm not crossing that line." Her head wagged. "I hope you can tell that that's not because I don't believe you're good enough for me—because that's just ridiculous. It's just something I can't bring myself to do.

"Now—and I know I shouldn't—but I don't mind if we keep doing what we've been doing so far. But you need to understand that's all I'm willing to give." Darleen gave him a straight face. "And it's up to you to take it or leave it."

Andy thought about his mother's words. It was a tough pill to swallow, but he could tell there was no getting around her unwillingness to have intercourse with him.

He did find solace, however, in knowing that if she could—morally, at least—do so, she would. She'd also agreed to continue with their softcore form of incest. There was a moment in listening to her he thought she might cancel their whole arrangement. He figured he ought to be grateful.

It may have saddened Andy to know he'd never fulfil his deepest desire, but he felt it wasn't the end of the world. Although, he thought there still might be one more—not so softcore—thing she might allow him to try. With all the wild mom-son porn he'd watched, the idea had lurked in the back of his mind. Andy felt it'd be a satisfying consolation.

"Okay, Mom." He nodded. "I'm willing to accept and respect that vaginal intercourse is just out of the question for you. And I promise not to ask you about it, again."

"Thank you." She nodded.

"But..." he said, causing her eyebrows to rise, "there's still something in the realm of not actual sex that I feel we can still do."

Darleen was curious. "Go on."

"Ah, okay, um, would you mind...if we gave...um, anal sex a try?"

Her eyebrows shot up again and jaw dropped. Darleen's face reddened. She couldn't believe her son would ask that of her—especially given the size of his equipment. Did he want to make her scream "bloody murder"?

The young mother had taken cock in her rear end before, on more than one occasion, but only with her husband. On their first few attempts, Darleen didn't like the act, at all. She found it very uncomfortable, even with all the lube they used. But after trying to get more into it and loosening up a bit with the help of a couple toys, she wound up enjoying herself. She had even experienced anal orgasms, which she found amazing.

Butt sex was something Darleen occasionally enjoyed.

It was still strange to know her son wanted to sodomize her. It felt a little disrespectful. And could she handle his size in that way? This, however, was something she felt she'd never get to find out.

"Umm, yes...I would mind, Andy." She nodded. "It's still too intimate of a sexual act for me. You'd still be penetrating my nether region." Darleen noticed his disappointment, triggering her caring mother instincts. "But we could still try something else."

He perked up.

"I know a lotta guys love the idea of putting their cocks between a woman's tits." She squeezed hers together, making his cock twitch as she stood. "We can do that if you like."

Andy's dark eyebrows rose at watching and listening to her. Obviously, he'd contemplated the idea of titty banging his busty mom. Why wouldn't he? He was after all a boob man. He'd also wondered if she'd allow him to suck on her prominent nipples. Probably not, but it too was one of the many fantasies he had about Darleen.

Andy glanced down and noticed her little feet. They were beautiful to look at—clean and well taken care of. He had dabbled in mom-son footjob videos every so often, and it too felt like a tempting prospect.

Andy considered his options. In the end, the young man knew he'd have plenty of time to try them all.

"Would it be okay...if I, ah—excuse my French—fuck your feet?"

Darleen smiled with a shake of the head. "Like father, like son. Of course, you can." She slipped past him and sat on the edge of her bed. As Andy spun, his mother grasped his cock and pulled him closer. "But let's get this back up first." Her head and jaw fell as she took him back between her rosy lips.

With his erection still not at full strength, she was able to take in Andy's entire shaft. She sucked on it and felt him slowly swell inside her mouth. Darleen had always loved the feeling of an erection forming between her lips. She tried to keep in his cock's entirety and felt Andy expand into her throat, causing him to groan. Once his girth became too much to handle, she pulled up and resumed bobbing her head.

Over a minute ticked by as she coated his entire length, pulling out and licking the parts she couldn't swallow, testicles included.

Andy didn't believe he'd ever tire of Darleen's spectacular mouth. He thought of her as an artist of the blow job, causing a smile.

She slurped him from her lips and, still holding his erection, moved farther back on the bed. Andy watched with interest as she scooted her pale little feet onto the bed and fixed his shaft between them. She eased backwards, balancing herself on her elbows. Then she ran the inner sides of her soles up and down his length.

Andy loved the sight of Darleen's cute feet—white tipped nails and all—attempting to pleasure him. He could imagine her breasts providing a greater sensation, as they had a larger surface area to work with. But he wanted to enjoy this to its fullest. It felt naughty, in a different way from hand jobs and fellatio.

He took hold of her feet and tightened their grip as he helped Darleen manoeuvre them with greater pace and smoother rhythm. Andy found the experience exhilarating, but his mom decided to take it to the next level:

"Oh, yes," she purred. "Do you like sliding your big fat cock between Mommy's little feet?"

"Oh, man," Andy rasped with his eyes tightly shut and brought his hips in to thrust his way between her soles. "I do, Mom." He smiled, sheepishly. Dirty talk did not feel natural coming from his mouth.

"I bet you do. How many lucky boys' mommies out there...do you think allow them to do this to their hands, feet and mouths?"

"Aaah," he groaned, keeping his hips moving, and gasped, "I don't know."

"You're one of the lucky ones...Are you gonna shoot a big fat load for Mommy?" Darleen used her thumbs and middle fingers to roll her thick hard nipples. Had she played with herself in front of him before?

"Aaaaah, yeessss."

"Are you gonna cover my entire face in it?"

"Oh, man. Yes, Mom."

"When?"

"Sooooon," Andy groaned and continued manoeuvring her feet.
"Well, then, you better make it quick. Mommy's been waiting a long time for it now."

He kept sliding his cock between his mom's feet as she talked filthy to him. Andy found her incredible. Darleen was truly his sexual goddess. The young man believed it would be a fruitless task to find someone one who could match or surpass the affect she had on him.

His eyes soon opened and he noticed Darleen's tits bouncing in her playful, squeezing hands, as if she sat on some malfunctioning massage chair.

Dear Lord, it was majestic to behold, and caused his first involuntary streak to shoot out and sully the bed along with her right foot. It was quickly followed by another that flew up her right calf and dripped down between her heels.

"Hey. Andy. That's supposed to be for my face."

"Oops...sorry, Mom," he gasped as his hips kept rocking. "That wasn't on purpose. Quick, get off the bed." He grunted as he released her feet.

Darleen scurried to kneel before him as Andy took hold of his cock. He stroked at it and within seconds, euphoria kicked in, his shaft throbbed and the young man groaned as he let loose.

*

For the next four beautiful weeks, Andy rushed back home from school and headed to his parents' bedroom. There he found Darleen, who never failed to help him achieve sexual release.

Sticking to their schedule, every second or third day, she stripped down to her bare necessities, involving either her yoga pants, biker shorts and, on three lucky occasions, a lacy pair of cheeky panties—pink, black and then purple. Then she knelt before her boy and used her hands, mouth, tits, feet and saucy language to coax orgasms from him. And Andy rewarded her efforts each time with a heavy load, banished upon her lovely face.

It was an amazing time; it was every perverted young man's dream; and lasted until the arrival of spring break. As usual, Andy made no reservations to go out and get hammered with his buddies, but at least this time he had a great excuse to be at home.

And even though he never achieved his goal to bed the woman of his dreams—as he kept his word and stopped asking—Andy had to admit, these four weeks were one hell of a time.

*

After getting eliminated in his latest Fortnite: Battle Royale attempt, Andy decided it was time for a break. He removed his headphones, stretched his back and took a sip of his energy drink. The last facial session he had with his mom was the day before, so he had no plans with her this afternoon. However, he felt the need to spend some time with dear ol' Mom, anyway. Maybe they could watch a movie or something.

He walked out his door and straight into his parents' open room. He found Darleen sitting on the edge of her bed, using the landline. It didn't look like she enjoyed her conversation.

"Are you messing with me, Maxine?" she said with concern on her face. A distorted voice cried from the receiver. "Okay...Oh, God, this can't be happening." She placed her free hand over her face and more distortion followed. "Okay, Maxine...Okay, thank you for letting me know." She sighed. "I'll talk to you later...Thanks." Darleen put down the receiver, and then hung her head.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Andy wasn't sure what to make of what he'd heard.

Darleen remained seated with her head low. Then she shook it as she looked up at him. "I'm not sure." Darleen stood and made her way to her closet. "But I'm about to find out." She stepped into a pair of sneakers.

"Aaaah...want me to come with you?"

The young mother hesitated as she shouldered her purse and looked him in the eye. Andy got the impression she searched for something—an answer, if you will, deeper than the words that left her mouth:

"Ummm...okay." She nodded. "It might be best."

Andy and Darleen climbed into her white Porsche Cayenne. Once they were buckled up, she backed out of the driveway, gunned the accelerator and drove out the neighbourhood.

The mother and son sat in silence as they headed towards the city, with Darleen's foot heavy on the accelerator whenever the road opened. There was no point in trying to talk to her. Her eyes remained on the road, and she looked in no mood for a conversation outside the one in her head.

Andy wondered what it was about. Obviously nothing good. He rarely saw her in this mood. Andy knew he didn't need to question what all this fuss was over. Since he was along for the ride, he'd soon have an answer.

Eventually, Darleen steered into the parking lot of a motel inn. Once she backed into a particular parking spot, she pulled up her handbrake, shifted the car into neutral and killed its engine. Andy waited for her to open her door and step out. She only detached her seatbelt. He followed suit.

"What're we doing here, Mom?"

She didn't answer or turn her head to acknowledge his existence. Her focus remained on the east wing of the motel.

He stared at her. Man, she's being weird.

Minutes ticked by, and many more.

Andy's stomach growled. He tired of the games on his phone. Plus, his battery ran low. All he wanted was to head back home at this point. He no longer cared what he and Darleen were here for.

He heard a gasp.

Andy eyed his mom. He noticed a hand over her mouth and devastation in her eyes. He looked to where she did and shock filled his eyes, too.

Andy spotted his father in the doorway of a room on the second floor of the motel. With the jacket of his suit missing, his light blue dress shirt looked dishevelled—collar up, tie crooked and all—and so did his hair. The whereabouts of his jacket was no mystery. It hung in the arms of the blonde woman who stood before him.

It took a moment for it to register to Andy, but the woman's name was Lacey—Lacey McCauley. He remembered meeting her on a couple trips to his dad's office. He never talked to her for too long, but he remembered finding her gorgeous.

She was in her mid or late twenties, and was also the PA of some exec in the company. Andy also remembered—disappointingly, to him at the time—that she sported a wedding band.

He watched stunned as his dad and Lacey talked in the doorway with toothy smiles. Then Oscar leaned over and planted his lips on his colleague's. Andy turned his attention to his mom. Mascara dyed tears ran down her cheeks. This wasn't easy for the young man to witness.

I knew it. Darleen shook her head, sniffled and wiped her face. I knew all along he was doing this to me.

Her thoughts may have come from the perspective of hindsight, but seeing her husband and his tramp made the last few months make sense: the lack of intimacy, his decline of interest in her, and, more tellingly, the reduction of his semen. Old age, my ass! It all made sense.

The thought of him stepping out of their marriage had crossed her mind, but she'd dismissed the notion.

How could I be so stupid! She wiped her face, again, reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She snapped a few pictures of Oscar and his skank, and one of his car. Then she reached for the ignition and brought her SUV to life.

The drive back home was another silent affair. Andy fully understood it this time. He couldn't believe what he'd seen and wondered what this meant for his family. Andy knew he was no saint in all this, but that didn't make the situation any easier to accept. How could Dad do this? He shook his head with his face in his hand.

When they arrived back home, the mother and son entered the house and headed straight upstairs. As they reached Andy's bedroom, Darleen ordered him to get inside and pack his bags, at once. He felt no need to protest. Darleen then headed to her bedroom, stepped into her closet and found her vacation bags.

After dealing with his own luggage, Andy helped his mother place her bags into her car. Before he could head upstairs to bring down her last bag, his dad's Mercedes coupé pulled into the driveway.

Andy was instructed by Darleen to get into her car and wait. She told him she could handle her last bag.

She walked into the house, headed upstairs and into her bedroom. Darleen eyed her bag for a moment. Then she walked to her bed and sat. Oscar soon strolled into the bedroom with his briefcase, casual as ever.

"Babe, I'm back. What's for..." He stopped in his tracks. "What's with the bag?" he said, pulled off his jacket and hung it up.

Darleen stared, seated. "How could you?"

Her words were calm, but any fool would notice the rage in her eyes.

"Whoa. Honey, calm down." His hands came up. "I'll take the trash out in a minute. No need to pack your bags." He could tell she was in no mood for wisecracks. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"How could you, Oscar? How could you cheat on me with that little whore?"

His face turned grim. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play games with me, Oscar! Don't. I saw you with her an hour ago!"

He looked confused.

"Oh. You need me to refresh your memory, do you? Okay." She reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, made her way to her pictures and tossed it to him.

Oscar caught it and examined the evidence. "Fuck," he sighed.

"How long have you been doing this?"

He stared at her, concerned.

"ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!"

Oscar exaggerated a sigh, then walked over to her dresser and took a seat. "Is that really important, Darleen?"

"Just answer the motherfuckin' question!"

"Okay, umm...I don't know. A few months now—maybe."

"I knew it. I knew it, you cheating BASTARD!"

"Is this really how we're gonna handle this, Darleen? You yelling at me for the next two hours? Okay. You got me. I cheated." He tossed her phone back, landing on the bed. "I'm sorry!"

"Well, you don't sound very sorry."

"Oh. Dear. God. Darleen, what do you want from me?" Oscar placed his face in his hands.

Darleen stared at her husband. His lack of remorse shocked her more than anything. Didn't he care about what he'd done, didn't he care about their marriage, their family, did he no longer care about her or her feelings?

Darleen wondered who this man was who sat before her. It certainly wasn't the same one she fell in love with nearly two decades earlier. She felt she may as well have been looking at a stranger.

"Oscar...tell me what's going on here. Why are you talking to me like this? Does this woman mean something to you?"

He faked a laugh and shook his head. "No."

"Be honest with me here, Oscar. Look dead into my eyes and tell me she means nothing to you."

Oscar looked his wife in the eye for what felt like an eternity to her. He seemed to struggle to find words. Then his head dropped.

That one action hurt Darleen a million times more than what she'd seen at the motel. To her, this was the ultimate betrayal. She didn't know where she found the strength not to stand up and maul him to within an inch of his life.

"So what does this mean for us?" Her eyes welled.

"I...really don't know." His head shook. "Probably nothing." Oscar shrugged.

She found that impossible to believe. "Okay." Darleen placed her phone into her purse and stood, wiping her face. "I think we just need a little time apart." She walked to her bag and extended its handle. "And then...we'll take things from there."

As she headed for the door, a part of Darleen hoped he'd say something and try to convince her to stay. She knew she would've left, regardless, but she wanted to hear him fight for them, and wanted to leave on better terms than this.

He remained silent.

*

"So...we're staying at Grandma and Grandpa's place, huh?" Andy unbuckled his seatbelt as they pulled into his grandparents' driveway.

"Only for a little while, sweetheart. I think we need to give your dad some space to clear his head. Then...we'll see what happens."

"Okay." He opened his door. "Let's try and make the most of this."

As they walked up the lit stone pathway toward the house, Darleen looked over her shoulder and said, "Honey, don't tell Grandma or Grandpa about anything that happened this afternoon."

"Of course, Mom."

"I'll let them know what's going on when I feel the time is right."

Darleen rang the doorbell a couple times. Soon after, Gloria Walker opened the front door. "Honey!" She beamed and stuck in her key to unlock the door's gate. "What're you doing here, and at this hour?"

"Hi, Mom." Darleen smiled back and gave her a hug. "Well, Andy and I thought we'd just stop by and maybe have dinner with you and Grandpa."

"Of course, of course. And just in time, too. Your daddy's in the kitchen, right now, finishin' up with his famous oxtail soup."

"Sorry we didn't call in advance."

"It's quite all right, dear. Oh my, your skin looks amazing, darling." She placed a hand on Darleen's cheek, causing her to blush. Gloria turned her attention to a smiling Andy and opened her arms. "And how's my grandbaby?"

"I'm doing okay, Grandma." He gave her a squeeze. "You?"

"I'm good, too, dear." She took a moment to admire him. "Okay, you two come on in and make yourselves right at home. Oh, and go and wash your hands while I put down two extra plates at the table for y'all."

Once everyone was seated at the dinner table, and grace was said by a smiling Gloria, the family dug in and enjoyed the delicious meal Grandpa Grant had prepared.

It was a causal affair.

Most of the chatter derived from Darleen and her mother, as they caught up on current news—barring one subject—and engaged in their usual gossip. Andy threw in his two cents every now and then. Grandpa grunted with a nod or shake of the head whenever a question came his way.

Andy had always known his grandfather to be that way—a man of few words. In a way, he thought he and Gramps were alike. Andy too was never the life of the party.

He figured his grandmother was probably the perfect person for old Grandpa Grant. Other than the cute fact they shared the same initials, Grandma Gloria was the exact opposite—never short on words. Andy thought they evened each other out.

And might that be how they managed to stay together for all those years? Forty-one, to be accurate. He wasn't exactly sure, since research suggested those with similar personalities were better suited for one another.

"I love the new colour of your hair, Mom."

"Why thank you, dear. " Gloria smiled. "I'd been thinking about making the change for a while now."

"Well I think you made the right choice. Blonde really works for you."

Darleen's mother smiled, again. "Okay, well, it looks like everybody's just about done."

"Need any help with the dishes, Grandma?" Andy took a sip of his soda.

"Don't worry about it, dear. Me and your mom will take care of it. Why don't you and Grandpa head to the den and watch some TV. I'll bring you both a slice of my blueberry pie, and maybe Grandpa will even let you have one of his beers."

"Mom, he's still only eighteen."

"Ohh, don't be such a fuddy-duddy, Darleen."

Soon Andy and his grandfather were settled in the living room, while Darleen and her mom kept themselves busy in the kitchen. As Darleen attended to the dishes, Gloria sliced out a third helping of her store bought pie. She'd lied to Andy for years about being its baker, but Darleen had long caught on. Gloria also poured her daughter a glass of milk to enjoy.

"Are you and Andy plannin' to stay the night? It's getting pretty late out there." She looked out the window.

"Would you mind if we did?"

"Of course not." Gloria placed Darleen's pie and milk beside her on the counter. "I'll make sure the guest bedrooms are ready for y'all."

"Thanks, Mom...Oh, and would it be okay if we stayed for a few more days after?"

Gloria stepped up to the sink and eyed her daughter. "Why? Is something goin' on between you and Oscar?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded. "We really got into it today."

"What happened?"

Darleen hesitated. "Well..." she said, placed a glass in the rinsing water and filled her mom in on the details.

"I can't believe he would do that." Her head shook.

"Yeah. But please don't tell Dad. He doesn't need to know. At least not until I know what's going to happen moving forward. For now, though, you can just tell him Oscar and I got into a big fight and I need somewhere to stay for a little while."

Her mother sighed. "All right, then, darlin'. My lips are sealed. I'm still shocked about the way he behaved."

"Yeah, well, what are you gonna do?" She shrugged. "Hey, when are you and Dad gonna move back into the future and buy a new dishwasher?"

"Ohh, you know how uptight he is about spendin' money."

*

Later that evening, Andy lay awake in his new bedroom for the next—he wasn't sure how many days. He thought about his current day. It seemed to be going okay until he and his mom found his dad out. He didn't know what on earth Oscar had been thinking. How could he be so stupid?

Andy believed had he been lucky enough to end up in a relationship with someone like Darleen, he never would've strayed—not even for Lacey McCauley.

That old fool. He sighed, shaking his head.

He looked at the desk placed in the corner of the dark room, illuminated only by his bedside lamp and the moonlight shining through his sheer white curtain. He wondered why he'd left his computer behind. Andy didn't think he could go on watching Fox News and sports with his grandfather.

Plus, Grandpa Grant was retired. He and Grandma Gloria would be around all day. That meant facials were probably off the table. He figured he could use his cell phone to help relieve himself, but, still, what would he do with the rest of his time? Maybe his mom would allow him to drive back to the house while his dad was at work. Andy switched off the lamp and closed his eyes.

Moments later, he heard a gentle knock on his door. He answered. The door creaked open, and in stepped Darleen. She was in a sleeveless white nightgown that stopped a little way past her knees. It looked somewhat old-fashioned, but elegant.

"Everything okay, Mom?"

"Yes," she whispered, walking up to his queen size bed, and took a seat. "I, ah, just...don't really feel like being alone right now. Would it be okay if I just cuddled with you for a little while?"

"Of course, Mom." Andy nodded and pulled back the cover.

"Thanks, hon." Darleen slipped in and rested her head on his shoulder. She curled her left arm across his chest and rested the same side's leg on top of his. They adjusted to get comfortable.

It didn't take long for Andy to become dazzled by her scent. And this time, he picked up her strawberry scented hair conditioner. As usual, he couldn't name the fragrance. All he knew was he enjoyed the smell. He closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose. He let it out with a smile.

Andy also enjoyed the position they lay embraced in. The intimacy felt good. Curling his arm around her neck and resting his palm on her upper arm, he didn't ever want to let go. He could lie with Darleen like this until the rapture of heaven's gates came calling. Funny, he didn't think it would feel as good.

"Are you okay with everything that happened today, hon?"

"Yeah. Still a little...shocked. But yeah."

"I'm sorry I took you with me to find out if it was true. You didn't deserve to see that."

"It's okay, Mom."

"I only brought you along because if what Maxine told me turned out to be true, I wanted you to be the first to know."

Andy wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Meaning...I wanted to see...if I can count on you; if you would...be there for me."

He considered. "Always, Mom—without question."
Darleen snuggled him tighter. "I know." She sighed. "It's why I love you so much."

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

Following a moment, Darleen looked up and into his light blue eyes. She gazed into his soul. Then her face moved in and lips merged with his.

Andy expected her to pull back after a second, but their lips remained sealed. His eyes closed as he took in the beautiful feel of their first kiss—complemented by her soft round lips. Of course, Darleen had given him many kisses before, but none on this level. This was different. This had meaning. This felt like Andy and Darleen's first true kiss.

If the young man had a favourite moment over the last few weeks, this would definitely be it.

Darleen shifted her leg farther across him as she climbed her son's frame, straddling his waist. The lock of their lips broke as she did, but she quickly reunited them.

The sound of their lips smacking emerged. Her tongue pushed past his lips. Andy accepted it with glee and reciprocated by entering her mouth, too. Darleen felt him swell between them.

Their make out session went on for minutes before she pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, once more. She then turned her frame, flicking his blanket away and sat astride his waist, facing the other way.

The young mother hooked her thumbs into his boxers and lifted its waistband over his erection. Andy helped her get his underwear down by lifting his hips. She backed farther up his frame as she reached back and pulled the hem of her nightgown above her waist.

Andy was startled to see Darleen's bare round cheeks in his line of sight, glowing in the moonlight. No panties? He hardened further. Oh, how he'd longed to see her tight round ass unhindered by clothing. It looked as beautiful as he'd imagined.

Given the lack of lighting, he couldn't get a great look at Darleen's slightly parted pussy. However, he could tell it was as smooth as his pubic region—like he'd hoped. Andy got into the idea of shaving his pubic region when he realised he might be able to get hand jobs from Darleen. He knew it made him look more prominent.

His heart hammered as her pussy inched towards his face. The next thing he knew, it hovered over his lips. In his distraction, Andy couldn't tell Darleen had taken hold of his shaft.

He placed his hands on her taut ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze. Then he leaned in, compressed his nose against her perineum, and took in a deep inhale. God, he loved her heavenly smell; almost as much as he loved the feel of Darleen taking in his cockhead. The combination made him sigh.

His tongue snaked out as Darleen sucked more of him in. Beginning at her budding clitoris, Andy slid his tongue all the way down her slit before sliding the back of it back up to her clit. Meanwhile, Darleen's head bobbed, sounding as if she rushed to finish a hot cup of tea.

Andy continued his oral assault on her labia. He used his tongue to saturate them in his saliva and her own juices. Darleen moaned with a mouthful of cock. Andy lined up the tip of his tongue with her opening. Then squeezing her ass and pulling it downwards, he pushed his face in and penetrate her.

The dark-haired mother had to release him from her mouth to let out her groan.

Andy swirled his tongue and savoured her insides. Man, he loved the taste of Darleen's honey pot—the first he ever sampled: so much so, it wouldn't have bothered him if it was the last.

Darleen took him back between her lips. Andy moved his head back and forth and used his tongue to bring her pleasure. It made it hard for the young mother to focus, but she sucked the majority of his length back in, penetrating her throat, omitting only a couple inches.

Andy slid his hands to her waist. She returned to bobbing. He pushed her vulva farther up his face. With the tip of his nose between her labia, the young man sealed his lips around her swollen clitoris sucked it in. Darleen was forced to release a soft cry.

He sucked her clit in and out his mouth and used his hands to knead her buttocks, which was more for him than her. Andy had wanted to play with his mom's round ass for weeks now, and the opportunity was at its best.

Darleen tried to keep her lips moving, but she found it impossible to concentrate. If they fought over who could better endure oral pleasure, she would've been declared the loser, hands down.

As he sucked her clit, the young mother felt her insides ripple. Her exterior trembled as euphoria engulfed her. Darleen's eyes rolled and back arched as her noisiest groan gravelled from her throat.

It's a good thing her parents lay fast asleep, and that their bedroom was all the way down the hallway.

Andy sucked and licked on as her orgasm ascended. It'd been long since she last experienced one as powerful with someone other than herself.

Darleen's legs struggled to keep her up as she regained her composure. She took Andy back into her mouth and sucked on his erection , satisfied. It didn't take long, though, for him to send her through the motions of another earth shattering climax.

Minutes flowed as Andy devoured Darleen's pussy and sent her over the edge.

He couldn't get enough of her taste. It didn't even bother him she couldn't seem to keep up in their exchange of oral. He felt he owed her this, and more. Even though Andy never failed to uphold his end of the deal by coating her face, he always believed Darleen received the short end of the stick. He was more than happy to return the favour.

"Andy, baby...stop," she panted, but he feasted on. "Before you make me pass out."

Getting in two last licks, Andy finally released her buttocks as his head fell back. Darleen caught her breath. Then, on shaky knees, she crawled her way down his body. She sat up, sitting on his stomach, and pulled her nightgown over her head.

As she tossed it to the floor and switched directions, Andy reached for his bedside table and switched on his lamp to get a better view of her body.

The first thing he noticed was a fading animated dolphin tattoo, about an inch in length, on the inside left of her pelvic bone. He wondered when she got it. He knew his mother had a soft spot for the majestic sea creatures, but he never thought of her as the kind to get inked up, and in that area.

Then again, he'd been learning about her wild side.

What was wonderful to see, though, were all her splaying curves peeled of apparel. Andy could only describe it in one word: "Wow," he mouthed.

Darleen smiled as she looked him in the eye. "Take that shirt off. It makes me feel like a cheap date."

"Okaay." Andy sat up, pulled off his t-shirt and rested against the headboard. Was what he thinking, about to happen?

His mouth dried and heart thumped. Darleen inched closer towards him on her knees. She suspended her vulva over his erection and dangled her tits in his face, and placed her left hand on his shoulder as the other reached back and took hold of his shaft.

Oh, God. It's really gonna happen. Andy's heart hammered double-time.

She slowly lowered her hips and placed his glans at her gates. Then she placed her right hand on his other shoulder and farther lowered her frame. Darleen's eyes closed with a moan as his cockhead breached her walls. Then the rest of his erection stretched her like she'd never been stretched by a man before. Darleen struggled to contain her cry, letting out only enough to set off the neighbours' dog, followed by an intense groan.

As we all know, in a different way, the experience was brand new to Andy, as well. But could it be? Had he done it? Had he entered the vagina he coveted most in the world and lost his virginity while at it?

The young man was over the moon. This was easily the happiest moment of his young life, eclipsing his first trip to Disney World as a kid. The sensation of Darleen's constrictor of a pussy was wondrous, but it came second to knowing he shared this experience with his beloved mother.

As she bottomed on his erection with a final soft moan, he wrapped his arms around her waist. He held her in place, and rested the side of his face against her chest. This reaction took Darleen by surprise, but she put her arms around his head, in response.

The mother and son couple sat still with their eyes closed as they enjoyed the feeling of being one, once more.

Moments didn't get any more intimate.

Thirty silent seconds to a minute passed. Then Darleen removed her arms from his head and placed her palms to his cheeks. She smiled as she looked him in the eye. She pecked him on the lips, then placed her hands on his shoulders and used her legs to push her body upwards with a gasp.

Once she felt only his glans remained between her labia, she dropped back down. Darleen moaned, closing her eyes as his shaft once again stretched apart her inner walls. She'd never been so full.

Over and over, the young mother slowly bounced in her son's lap. She would've been amazed if she ever found a better lover. And the crazy thing was he could only get better. Darleen felt privileged to be the lucky girl chosen to unlock his full potential. It made her giddy, but the sensation of his cock was probably a contributing factor.

As she bounced on, moaning and groaning with her eyes shut, Andy became mesmerised by her hefty tits. He loved how when they dropped, gravity held them down an extra second before springing back up with the rest of her frame. He found it incredibly sexy, and could've watched all night, but there was something he needed to do.

He raised his hands and held her breasts. Darleen slowed down her rhythm. Andy tilted his head and took in her right nipple, sucking on it and causing her head and dark hair to fall back a few inches.

He kneaded the soft yet firm features of her breasts as he nursed on her thick nub, slowly running his tongue around it. Even though it held no distinctive taste—like her delectable pussy—Andy enjoyed sucking on it just as much.

He did for a while, as Darleen moaned and grinded their groins like an ambitious stripper looking for a big tip. Andy moved on to her other tit and gave it some attention, too.

On a side note: what is it about a guy and his insatiable need to suck on a woman's breasts? Why is it a must? All Andy knew was he had to satiate this primal need, as he switched from mammary to mammary.

Then he placed his hands on her waist and pushed Darleen upward, encouraging her to resume her bounce. She let out a soft yet high-pitched cry each time she bottomed on his erection, which Andy enjoyed hearing. It let him know he had an effect on her.

According to statistics and conversations he had with his three buddies, he'd always known he was considered "well-endowed." However, Andy wasn't sure if he'd be a good enough lay for a woman in her prime. He was glad he didn't seem to be a let-down.

The frequency of Darleen's whimpers increased alongside the rhythm of her bounce. Tiny orgasms rippled through her body as she enjoyed the feel of Andy's cock, reaching parts of her that had never been reached. And thanks to his unquenchable thirst for cunnilingus, seconds later, sheer euphoria crashed over her, once more.

Darleen bit down on her lip to supress her scream. Her frame shook, sealed eyes tightened and pussy lips contracted. Andy loved the sensation. It felt as if her inner walls attempted to suck his semen from his balls. At this rate, it wouldn't take long.

As Darleen's senses slowly returned, she rested her chin on Andy's right shoulder as their sweaty chests lay pressed together. How had he not cum, yet? The young mother caught her breath, baffled. One thing was for certain, though: come hell or high water, she'd feel his cum soak her insides.

Only letting his lower half escape, Darleen turned her frame and faced the other way, placing her hands on the mattress. Andy had lowered farther down the headboard, to help get her leg over his stomach, and placed his hands on her curvy hips.

He was pleased to be greeted by Darleen's nude round ass, again. He felt he'd never grow tired of its image. Andy may have loved boobs, but the feminine spectacle of a woman's bulging backside enthralled him just as much.

Darleen gained her balance then restarted the bounce of her hips. Reeling from her orgasm, she started slow, but in time, gradually picked up speed. Then came the meaty sound of her bubble butt crashing down on Andy's pelvis.

With her hands resting just above his knees, her back arched and the movement her hips, it almost appeared as if she twerked for Andy. Had she taken classes? She looked in her element.

Andy loved the show—complemented by the winking eye of her back door. It seemed to entice him. Was there no part of Darleen's anatomy that didn't leave him spellbound?

Time and again, the raven-haired, blue-eyed beauty dropped her round ass onto her son's pelvis, releasing an, "Aaahh," each time he stretched her apart. Two more small orgasms took her. Where were they all coming from?

Then she slid free from his appendage, bent over, and rested on her forearms. "Fuck me, honey," Darleen groaned, eyes shut. "Take Mommy from behind, baby."

Excited by her words, her upturned ass and his first opportunity at doggy, Andy quickly slid his legs from beneath her. He got her calves between his knees, slotted his glans past her labia and took hold of her hips. Then he thrust and drove his ridiculously hard erection deep within her.

Darleen gasped before releasing a noisy groan, muffled by her burying her face into the duvet. Then, in a low but demanding voice, she said, "Fuck me."

Andy withdrew from her depths, and before the top quarter of his length could depart her labia, he thrust back in and refilled her to the brim.

"Aaaaaahh!...Fuck me."

He withdrew once more then surged back in, rocking Darleen's fleshy tits beneath her. The young man kept at it, impaling his bent over mother. With her eyes tightly shut, she moaned, groaned, grunted and used terms of deity as she egged him on:

"Yes. Yes, Andy, baby, fuck Mommy.

"Make her feel good...Take her. Take me.

"I'm all yours now...use me like I am.

"Fill me up. Slap my ass. Call me your slut. Call me your whore.

"Use me however you want to, baby. My body's yours.

"Fuck me. Make me feel good. Make Mommy yours, baby.

"Make me more than your mommy: make me your woman, make me your slave, make me your lover, make me your submissive little slut.

"Make me whatever you want, Andy...Just make me your everything.

"Mommy's yours, baby! She is!"

Darleen gasped. "Oh God...Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!"

To Andy, it almost felt as if her words weren't directed at him. Without giving him a chance to respond, it sounded more like she was in deep prayer. Little did he know, his thoughts weren't far from true: as he ploughed into her, Darleen knew words left her mouth, but she hadn't a clue what she said. It was as if she left her body and her subconscious took over, causing her to speak in—sexual "tongues," if you will.

What was evident to Andy, however, was he loved listening to her. Her words had an undeniable effect on him, causing his hips to pump with greater energy. And as he slammed into her, he pulled on her hips, forcing her derrière to meet his thrusts. The sound of colliding flesh resembled that of a harsh spanking.

If either Grandma or Grandpa awoke, there'd be no convincing them they'd heard differently. What had started out as a sweet session of love between Andy and Darleen had turned into a bona fide romp in the sack. There was no doubt about that.

The frenetic pace of it all, mixed with Darleen's saucy words, became too much for the young stallion to contend with. Right before his mother's gasp and cries of "Oh God," he thrust his cock all the way within her. He squeezed her hips, grunted and tried to force more of himself inside her pussy as his shaft throbbed and euphoria finally claimed him.

Heavy groans alongside cries of, "Oh God," rang through the room as Andy fertilised Darleen's cervix. A seemingly infinite amount of cum streamed from his body. The young mother had missed the feeling of her insides being drenched to this extent. Yet another overwhelming orgasm coursed through her frame.

Then moments later, Andy and Darleen collapsed.

His cock remained between her walls, twitching at random, giving Darleen everything. Too much for her quim to contain, thick white goo seeped from between her labia and Andy's softening erection.

They lay still, eyes closed, his weight on top of her, as they slowly recaptured their breath and regained their senses.

Moments passed.

Then they stirred, crawled back under the cover, and nestled in one another's embrace. Darleen's head lay on top of Andy's chest and with his arm around her neck, he stroked her upper arm as the mother and son pair basked in the ambiance of post-coital bliss.

"I don't know what to say..." Andy said, head shaking, two minutes later. "Thank you?"

Darleen smiled with a purr. "No need to thank me. I wanted to, and enjoyed it just as much as you—if not, more."

He smiled subtly. "All I know is that was incredible. I couldn't have asked for a better first time."

"Really?" She smiled. "I'm your first?"

"Uh-huh." Andy nodded. "Like I've told you, girls aren't really all that interested in me."

"Well, then all the girls you know are idiots. If only they knew what a sweet and caring young man you are, and what lays hidden inside your pants." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Strangely, Andy enjoyed the sharp feeling of her nails. "Then they'd all be throwing themselves at you."

"Uh...technically, Mom, the phrase is 'what lies hidden.'"

She chuckled. "Although," Darleen sighed, "I can see how being a know-it-all might get under one's skin."

Andy too chuckled. "Sorry."

"I'm only teasing, dear."

"Oh and, by the way—thanks for the compliment—but we all know girls aren't really into the nice guy."

"Ah, yes...To be young and dumb." She sighed. "I've been there. It's sad, really. But at least you know I appreciate you, honey. And someday, you'll find someone who does, too, just as much—I promise."

He thought. "I won't need to, though. As long as I've got you, that's all I'll ever need."

Darleen felt her heart swell. It'd been a long while since someone made her feel like a princess. She hugged him tighter and hoped his words were true. "I'll always be here for you, my love."

Andy smiled.

Moments went by as they enjoyed each other's warmth and company in silence. Then a question brewed in the young man's mind. It came up a little while earlier. He was too absorbed by intercourse to ask, but now he felt he had to:

"Mom, are—or were you okay with me...ah, cumming inside you?"

She lay silent. "Why do you ask, hon?"

"Ah, you know: aren't you worried about...falling pregnant?"

"...Are you worried?"

Andy thought. "Umm...yes and no."

Her face scrunched. "Whatchu mean?"

"Ah, well, 'no': because I wouldn't mind going through that kind of thing with you. And 'yes': because I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that kind of responsibility."

"That's sweet. And, yes, you're not ready." Her head shook. "Finish school before you even start thinking about that kind of thing. You've still got your whole life ahead of you. But to put your mind at ease; no, I'm not worried. I'm on the pill."
Andy didn't respond, but Darleen sensed the next question on his mind. "You see, your dad isn't—wasn't too keen on the idea of bringing more children into the world. He was happy with just you. So he and I implemented steps to prevent it from happening—birth control and facials being the latest, uh, ploys."

Andy took notice of her relegating Oscar to the past tense and considered her words. "And what about you?"

Darleen's face slightly scrunched, again. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, did you wanna have more kids?"

Again, she went silent. Then she sighed. "I did." Darleen nodded. "As a young girl, I used to picture myself having four, maybe five kids. I think such thoughts came with being an only child. I didn't want my kid—or...you—feeling as lonely as I used to, sometimes. Guess I didn't account for video games and technology alleviating the boredom of kids today. Still, it's something I wanted. But having a lot of kids is something you just don't force on your partner."

"Hmm." Andy thought. "I get you, Mom." He nodded. Then following a moment, he said, "For the record, and if it were up to me and I could have things my way, I'd give you all the kids you want."

Darleen laughed. "Listen to you, you naughty boy—talking about knocking up your own mother."

Andy smiled. He knew about the possible complications of getting a blood relative pregnant, but his love for Darleen was true. He wanted to give her the world, moon, sun and stars, and wasn't worried about the risks.

"Yeah, I know I shouldn't...but—Aah, you know what, yeah, I shouldn't be asking about this kind of thing."

Curious, Darleen said, "It's okay, honey; say what you want to say."

"Noo, it's just that—Ngghh, okay. I was just wondering...if you might be open to the possibility: you know, having more kids."

"I assume you mean with you."

"Yeah," he murmured.

"Uh, I...honestly haven't given it much thought." Her head shook. "Any thought, really. Not many mothers do when thinking about their son." She mulled. "So, yeah, I'm not sure. But...in reality, who knows what the future holds?"

Andy processed. "Well, whatever you decide, just know I'll be okay with it. And as long as your 'future holds' me, I'll be happy with whichever way it turns out."

Darleen smiled and looked up to face him. "Of course my future holds you in it, silly. You're the ray of sunshine in my life." Still smiling, she pecked him on the lips.

Andy placed his other arm around her, pulled her in and gave her another kiss chocked-full of passion. Their mouths slightly parted and closed on one another's as he caressed her back and bottom. Andy was overjoyed that at the tender age of eighteen, he'd already found his "one." Funny, he'd known her his entire life. It felt like something out of a movie.

As their kiss progressed, Darleen felt his cock harden against her leg. Ah, to be young and always eager, the young mother thought with a smile as he climbed her frame, positioning himself between her legs. He separated their lips to take hold of his shaft and placed his glans at the entrance of her flushed vulva. He kissed her again as he thrust his hips, causing Darleen to groan into his mouth.

*

The following morning, with a smile on his face, the young man woke up with the same amount of joy in his heart he'd fallen asleep with. It didn't take long, however, for that smile to dissipate as he smoothed his palm against the spot he last remembered his mom. He turned his head.

She was gone. Vanished in the middle of the night like a fabled pumpkin carriage.

Had the previous night been nothing but a dream—a hallucination caused by the effects of REM sleep? No. It was too real, too memorable for that to be true. More tellingly, his aching muscles told a different tale to that of a restful night in bed.

Andy stretched his back with a yawn as he stared at the ceiling and thought about the night before. It was an amazing period of time, better than his wildest of dreams and something he'd hold dear to his heart forever. He'd lost his virginity to his beautiful loving mother.

A smile took over his face again as he thought of himself as the luckiest guy on the planet. He couldn't wait to see where it all led. Andy got the sense, during his last chat with Darleen, that the future looked promising.

He found his t-shirt and boxers, unzipped a bag and pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms. Then he headed to the bathroom, urinated to relieve his morning wood, splashed water onto his face and brushed his teeth. He arrived at the kitchen last, where he found Darleen and his grandparents.

Grandpa Grant sat at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee and its pot as he solved the newspaper's crossword. While Grandma Gloria and Darleen laughed and gabbed away over the island, preparing eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausages and toast.

The smell of it was terrific. Andy loved his grandmother's Midwestern ways. Too bad she'd been converted into cooking everything with olive oil, instead of her patented butter. The young man smiled. Still, he knew the meal would be scrumptious.

Andy greeted everybody, sat down at the table by his grandfather and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Did you sleep okay, Grandpa?"

"Nggh." He nodded, focused on his puzzle.

Judging by both his grandparents' usual demeanour, Andy was relieved to know they hadn't the foggiest what had taken place in his temporary bedroom hours earlier. His mother's occasional noisy spells had left him concerned. If his grandparents had heard them, then this would've been the most awkward breakfast ever.

Disaster avoided, though.

He added cream and sugar to his cup, pulled out his phone and played a few rounds of The Bubble Witch. Darleen and Gloria soon joined the table with everything in tow. Grandpa put aside his pencil and paper. Andy said grace. Then everybody filled their plates.

"So, Andy," Grandma said, "I trust you had a good night of sleep?"

"Uh, yeah." He nodded. "You can say that."

Darleen smiled, resembling a troublesome teenage girl.

"And what do you plan on doing today?" Gloria said.

"Ah, I—"Andy flinched as he felt a bare foot running up his leg. Grandpa gave him a look. "I-I'm not sure. I was actually hoping I could head back home...to get my computer." The foot reached his crotch.

"Well, you're always welcome to use our computer, hon."

"Thanks, Grandma." Darleen's foot stroked his sleeping appendage, causing it to stir. He cleared his throat. "But it's-it's not"—he coughed—"really the same. My-my computer's made up of...different, ah, parts and, ah...programs that I need."

"Oh. Okay, then. Are you feeling all right, honey?"

"Yeah." He nodded and took a sip from his mug.

After a smile, Darleen dropped her foot. "Ummm...we'll see if we can go and pick up your computer later on, Andy." She nodded.

"In the meantime, honey," Gloria said, "if you find yourself bored, and you're not in the mood for TV, you can use the study. I know how much you love readin' and I believe there's a few old comics in there that I've been meaning to give to you."

"Really?...Thanks, Grandma."

Cutlery clinked against plates.

"No problem, dear. You can also help me with my gardening today, if you like. Your grandpa will be out back, too, mowin' the lawn."

"Uh, you sure you don't want me to do that?"

"No, it's quite all right." She shook her head with a smile. "He likes it. We managed to get ourselves a steal for one of those ol' lawnmowers you can ride around on."

Andy and Darleen chuckled.

"But if you're so keen on helpin' out, you can always wash the dishes for me when we're done."

"No worries, Grandma."

"And what're your plans for today, darlin'?" Gloria turned her attention to her daughter.

With her foot now on her chair, Darleen swallowed her bite of toast, wiped her mouth and brushed her hands together. "Well, I was hoping to figure out my workout routine while I'm here, maybe scout a nice route to run on. But I might just join you in the garden."

"You're more than welcome, dear."

*

An hour or two later, after dealing with the dishes and taking a nice long shower, Andy pushed open the door of his grandparents' study and flicked on its light. Like every room in the house, with exception to the basement, it was a spick and span affair. Even the floor-to-ceiling rows of books, aligned along the walls, harboured not a trace of dust.

Andy knew his grandparents liked to keep a tidy home, but thought this room was this well taken care of because he knew his grandpa liked to spend time in here, reading or writing about whatever he wrote. Andy wasn't sure what that was, exactly. He suspected stories or maybe his memoirs.

The young man entered the library-like room, and at the centre of it, sat a large oak desk, cover by a large chequered red and white tablecloth. The desk seated a lamp, Grandma and Grandpa's computer screen, mouse and keyboard, and his grandfather's typewriter. He walked around the desk and sat in its swivelling chair. It felt comfortable.

Andy scanned the table for the comic books his grandmother mentioned at breakfast, looked on top of the computer case and then around the room. He saw no sign of them. He thought and wondered if he should go and find his grandmother. Then he noticed the desk comprised of drawers.

He pulled open its top right one, finding nothing but a stack of papers. He opened the next two and the little door beneath, but came up empty handed. Next, he opened the top left drawer and—

"The fuck?" He reached in and pulled out a black strap that held a red ball in the middle. A ball gag? His face scrunched. Andy reached back into the drawer, pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and then a small black leather whip that resembled a horse rider's crop.

It must've slipped Grandma Gloria's mind they'd left these in here, and his grandfather barely paid attention to the conversation. Andy was startled his grandparents would even conceive of using such things. What has this State turned my grandparents into? He shook his head. Although, he couldn't blame them for having a little bit of fun. Grandma Gloria still looked pretty good.

He put the items back, opened the next drawer and finally found what he searched for: five dated comic books in total, in not too bad condition. There were two Superman copies, a Dark Knight, The Flash and a Green Lantern.

DC comic books, huh? Andy wondered how much he could make off them. Probably not a lot, but these were going straight into his collection. He opened the Batman comic book first, carefully leafed through it and then decided to give it a read.

Before he could sink his teeth into it, though, a knock rattled the door. He looked up and saw Darleen in the doorway, leaning against the frame. She wore a soft smile, a white top—with the word "DAMN" written in bold black across her chest—running shoes and, of course, yoga pants.

"Hey, Mom." Andy sat up.

"Enjoying your new comic books?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Grandma really did me a solid."

"I'm glad to hear it." She strolled into the room, closing the door, arms behind her back. "Sorry about disappearing before you woke up this morning, by the way." Darleen stood in front of the desk. "I didn't wanna risk being caught naked in your bed."

"I figured it was because of something like that. Don't worry about it. It's okay."

"You know, Andy"—her shoulders traded moving back and forth—"I know you're reading right now, but...it's been a couple of days since I was last given a beauty treatment," she said, raising Andy's eyebrows. "So...I'm about due."

"Really?" He smiled. "You're not worried about—you know." He motioned with his head.

"Naah." Her head shook. "They're busy in the yard." Then her frame slowly descended, arms still behind her back. "Plus"—Darleen disappeared behind the desk, reappeared on the other side, between Andy's legs; she undid his belt and jeans and dragged them down with his plaid boxers, making him raise his hips—"I've missed this guy." The young mother took his cock in her hold.

Andy hardened in her soft palm with a smile as she stroked him, hoping to quicken the process. He'd hoped something like this would happen. He didn't like the thought of his grandparents being a consistent cock block. He was happy his mother seemed to get a kick out of gambling.

Her head dropped as she opened her mouth and took him in. Darleen sucked. Andy's erection hardened to its limit and widened the O of her full lips, causing him to let out a low groan and his eyes to close. If her sweet mouth ever lost its effect on him, his heart had stopped in its tracks.

He placed a hand on her black hair, pulled back into a neat ponytail. He pushed her head down as he gently lifted his hips, bending the top third of his erection down her oesophagus. With his eyes sealed, Andy hummed as he held her down a few seconds. Then once he felt Darleen's head push back up and heard her choke, he eased the pressure of his hand and allowed her to catch her breath with half his cock in her mouth.

"Sorry about that, Mom."

She mumbled it was okay—her mouth was full, after all.

Trying to be more careful, Andy pushed her head back down, re-entered her throat and let her up seconds later. He repeated this several more times, gaining speed as he lifted his hips. Then he removed his hand, sat still and allowed Darleen to take over proceedings.

She didn't skip a beat as she plunged her head, took him deep and penetrated her throat. And Andy showed his appreciation by droning sounds of bliss. He found it strange how whenever Darleen was in control, his volume amplified.

A few minutes ticked by as the young mother bobbed her head and filled the room with the sound of suction. But then, on what sounded like the other side of the house, Andy and Darleen heard the sound of Grandma Gloria's voice, calling Darleen's name, causing her head to stop.

Andy's eyes opened. He glanced at his mom, whose mouth was still full, and then eyed the door. Gloria called for her, again. Then Darleen's head continued bobbing. The young man didn't expect that.

His focus returned to the door and remained there as, after every few seconds, his grandmother cried, "Darleen...Darleen, honey...Darleen, where are you?"

She remained persistent in her pursuit. Andy wondered what on earth was so important. And as Grandma hollered on, to him, it sounded like she drew nearer to the study. Darleen didn't seem fazed, however. Her head maintained its brisk rise and fall.

Andy's heart pounded when it became apparent his grandmother stood in the hallway. Is she coming here? he dreaded.

The sound of Gloria's clapping sandals rose. Darleen's head quickened. Andy's anxiety piqued. Grandma's footsteps stopped outside the door. She knocked, turned the handle and pushed the door in.

Darleen slurped Andy from her lips as the door creaked. She scurried under the desk and he pushed his chair forward as Grandma poked her head into the room.

"Hi, honey." She smiled.

Andy cleared his throat. "Aah, hey-hey, Grandma."

"Have you seen your mom, anywhere?" She stepped into the room, wearing a sunhat, a pink and white shirt that consisted of buttons, jeans that stopped at her shins and a pair of gardening gloves.

"Aah"—Andy gave a quick and needless look around the room before glancing under the table to a subtly smiling Darleen—"Nope. I haven't seen her, anywhere." His head shook.

Gloria smiled. "I see you found those comics I told you about." She walked closer, causing him to scoot farther under the desk.

It was a good thing the other side was covered by its large cloth.

Andy glanced down and noticed the Batman comic book lay open. "Yeah. That's all I've been doing in here, Grandma. Reading comic books." He nodded, then wondered, Why am I talking like an idiot?

"Do you like them?"

Before he could answer, the young man felt his mom take hold of his slightly fading erection. "Mmmh..." She took him back into her mouth and sucked. "...Aaah, yes, Grandma." He nodded as his cock tensed back into pure steel. "I love them. Thank you"—Darleen kneaded his balls—"so much. I really appreciate them."

"Are you sure you feelin' okay, honey?" She removed her right glove, leaned over the desk and placed a hand on his forehead. "You're acting awfully strange and you look a little flushed."

"Umm, yeah, I'm good. I-I just get like this sometimes. You know...with the-the heat and all."

"Well, it is getting hotter." She nodded and removed her hand. "All right, then." Grandma eyed the small stack of comic books as her mischievous daughter sucked the top quarter of her grandson's cock. "Ya know, I found these in my brother Daniel's house when he passed last year." She placed her hand on them. "God rest his soul. You remember him, doncha, honey? You were at the funeral."

Andy nodded.

"I remember he used to love reading these just as much as you. He had a lot of them, actually, but I'm not sure where they all went. I just found these, and thought you would probably appreciate them the most."

"Mmm. I do, Grandma. I promise I'll take care of them."

"I know you will, baby." She smiled. "Well, I'm not sure where your mom's gone off to. I'm gonna head back to my garden and let you get back to your new comics."

"Comic books, Grandma." Andy's corrective trait slipped.

"What now, honey?"

"Aaah, never mind. She's probably gone out, you know—looking for that running route she mentioned at breakfast." Andy felt bad about lying to her at that moment, but he couldn't exactly yell out: Here she is, Grandma! She's under the desk, sucking my dick!

"You're probably right. Okay. Have fun, baby." She blew him a kiss.

Once Gloria closed the door, Darleen popped Andy from her lips. Looking him in the eye, she smiled with the candour of a child pleading innocent, wearing a face full of crumbs, accused of stealing cookies. "Did you enjoy that?"

Andy smiled back. "Actually, that was pretty uncomfortable."

Darleen chuckled. "Ohh, don't worry about it. I'll let you punish me later on. Actually"—she reached back and showed him the bottle of olive oil she'd prepared breakfast with—"you can punish me right now."

Andy's face contorted. "So that's what you were hiding...And how am I supposed to 'punish' you with that?"

"Well, remember the other month, when you said you wanted us to experiment with...anal? Well, as it turns out, olive oil's a good enough lubricant. And Mommy's gonna let you stick this big fat thing"—she shook his cock from the base—"into her tiny...little...butthole," she whispered her last word.

Andy's jaw dropped.

Darleen smiled. "'Nuff said." She placed her hands on his thighs, pushed up and gave him a kiss. "Now"— Darleen spun, moved aside the comic books and computer peripherals, and then bent over the desk, thrusting her ass out—"give Mommy her punishment."

Andy stared at her roundness. There was no way he could resist her. "And what if Grandma comes back? That door doesn't have a key, you know."

She moaned as if he sucked her clit. "The risk of getting caught will make it even better."

Andy's eyebrows rose. Fair enough. He lifted his hands, curled his fingers into her yoga pants' waistband and peeled them down, stopping when they reached her thighs.

The young man was pleased to be greeted by the sight of snowy lacy cheeky-panties. He loved the conservative yet slutty cut of this type of women's underwear. He found them unbelievably sexy, but they stood in his way.
Andy peeled them down to her black yoga bottoms, leaving only her creamy ass in the wind. Then he reached down, uncapped the oil and poured it into his palm. He greased his entire shaft, poured more oil and greased it some more. Next, he used one hand to part her ass cheeks, revealing her lovely little dark pink rosebud, then poured the just amount of lube down the crest of her ass's divide.

Everything looked good to go.

Andy rose, took hold of his erection and placed his greaseless hand on her back. He slowly pushed her cheeks apart with his bulging cock. Then he squashed its head against her rear entrance. "You ready, Mom?"

"Mm-hmm." She nodded. "I know this is supposed to be my 'punishment,' but be gentle with me, honey. You're bigger than I'm used to."

With his ego inflated somewhat, Andy held his cock steady, pressed down on her back and then slowly thrust.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahh!"

He stopped applying pressure. "You all right, Mom?"

"Yeah...I'm good," she exhaled. "Give it another try."

Andy repositioned himself. Darleen took slow deep breaths. He slowly trust again and created another cry of distress.

He stopped. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Uh-huh," she exhaled again with a nod. "I can handle this. Try not to worry about me screaming, honey. I'll be good once we get into it. Try thinking of this first part like...ripping off a Band-Aid."

That makes sense, he thought. Although, he was concerned his mother's outbursts might alert his grandmother or grandfather if one of them were to walk into the house. He certainly didn't want that to happen. Maybe this wasn't—

Then it hit him. Andy stepped to his left and pulled open the desk's top drawer.

"What are you doing, hon?" Darleen pushed her upper body up, resting on her forearms.

"I've got an idea." He pulled out the ball gag.

"What the..." Her face scrunched. "When did you get that?"

"I didn't. It's...ah, you know."

She stared, confused. Then her eyes widened. "Ohhhhh."

"We don't want them to hear us, right?"

"Yeah, it's, ah...not a bad idea." Darleen nodded, still looking surprised her parents owned such a contraption. Although, she remembered them getting a little noisy at times as a kid and teenager. In a weird sense, Darleen was happy her parents managed to keep the flame lit. "Ummm, is there anything else in there?"

"Actually." Andy pulled out the handcuffs.

"Kinky." She nodded.

"And this." He showed her the whip.

With an emotionless face, Darleen shook her head. But then, she smiled. Depraved thoughts plagued her mind. "Are you gonna tie Mommy up and punish her for being such a baaad mommy?"

"Ummm." Andy picked up the cuffs and eyed them. "Maybe."

"I wouldn't blame you if you did, you know." She gave a small shrug. "I have been pretty out of hand." Her words, mixed with the lusty look in her pale blue eyes, made her desires clear.

Andy got the message. He removed the cuffs' key and stepped behind Darleen. He placed a hand on her upper back and eased her forward, flattening her tits on the table. He grabbed her left hand, cuffed it and did the same to her other. Darleen's heart rate spiked.

Andy reached for the ball gag, looped it over her head and pushed its red ball into her mouth. Then he pulled on the straps, and as she bit down on the ball, he fastened the device underneath her ponytail.

"Just shake your head if you don't like anything, Mom."

She used her throat to groan, "Okay," with a nod.

Andy stepped to the side and picked up the small whip. It was time. "You were right, you know, Darleen; you have been a 'baad mommy.'" He addressed her using her actual name for the first time. It felt right. Talking during a sexual encounter still didn't feel natural to him, but he powered through, "Have you been trying to get me into trouble with my grandparents?"

He cracked the whip over her exposed ass, causing a muffled squeal, followed by a muffled, "I'm sorry," that one could make out.

Noticing no shake of the head, Andy brought the whip swiftly down on her backside, again, forcing another squeal from Darleen. She could tell he held back his strikes, but they still smarted. And when he whipped her bottom, contrary to her cries, the young mother felt waves of pleasure ripple through her body as her eyes twitched.

"This is for all the noise you made last night." He reddened her ass. "This is for what you did under the kitchen table." The whip whistled through the air before it came to an abrupt stop. "And this is for sucking my cock in Grandma's presence."

Andy continued to hail the whip down on his mom's naked bottom, causing her pussy to cream as she whimpered at each strike. Darleen had known for a while now she enjoyed the occasional spanking, but with her son, it was as good ten-times over. She loved the irony of the power exchange: the shoe was on the other foot; the discipliner was disciplined; the spanker had become the spankee! It was dead wrong, but ohhh so right.

Incredibly, as he punished her bottom, the young mother felt an orgasm course through her body—without the requirement of vaginal or anal stimulation. This was a first for Darleen, and very surprising. She'd heard of women being able to do so, but didn't believe she had that gene. She smiled as she enjoyed. Darleen felt she should've handed her body over to her son weeks ago and knew life with him would be splendid.

Meanwhile, Andy couldn't comprehend the rush he got out of spanking his mom. He never thought of himself as the kind to get roped in by this kind of debauchery. He fully understood then why his grandparents had purchased these items.

The young man pondered if people would consider him sick or depraved for getting a kick out of causing his mother physical pain. He figured it didn't matter. They'd judge him all the same for wanting to provide her pleasure.

After a few more lashes, Andy placed the whip on the desk. His throbbing cock had begged him to do so, impatient to enter the raven-haired knockout.

As she panted through her nose with her gag in her mouth, her arms trapped behind her back and rosy lines across her ass, Andy picked up the olive oil, lubricated his cock a little more and then got behind Darleen.

He placed his dry hand on her spine, once more, held his erection with the other and spread her round cheeks, pressing his glans against her rosebud. Andy pushed down on her back and thrust his hips, which was met by yet another bloodcurdling cry.

The ball gag did its job.

The young man decided to take Darleen's earlier advice to get the initial discomfort over with as soon as possible. Ignoring her cries of anguish and checking to see if she shook her head, he applied greater pressure.

Seconds later, his glans slipped into her rectum with a pop, causing both Andy and Darleen to let out a throaty groan.

The spanking had been a fruitful endeavour in more than one way. It proved to Andy his mom could handle a little pain. And the rewards were sweet.

For moments, Andy enjoyed the sensation of his cockhead lodged inside Darleen's rear passage. He loved the look of it, too—the way the rest of his thick shaft threatened to penetrate. He decided to make it fulfil its clear intentions. He placed his hands on her flaring hips and slowly pushed his own.

Darleen groaned into her gag as her blue eyes crossed and his girth widened the circle of her sphincter. He sank deeper and deeper into her bowels until his pelvis compressed her butt cheeks. She felt absolutely stuffed.

And oh God, the sensation of her rear passage was impressive. Andy felt he could stay in this particular hole until his dark hair turned grey. Sadly, there was work to be done. He slowly retracted his length, causing another long intense groan and then trust back in.

For the next four minutes, Andy carefully manoeuvred his entire erection back and forth between Darleen's stretched sphincter. She groaned and grunted through the throes of sodomy as her face contorted and eyes twitched for the first three of those minutes. Then she turned into a purring kitten during the fourth as her ass acclimated to his girth.

Darleen was proud of her efforts. She'd taken on Andy's leviathan came out the victor. She hadn't been a hundred percent sure she could pull it off. If only she could've smiled.

Noticing she was no longer in pain, Andy sank all the way inside her, causing Darleen to grunt as he bottomed. He raised his hands, removed the gag and placed it on the table. Then he took hold of her waist and withdrew his length, which was met by a pleased sigh.

Andy took it as Darleen giving him the thumbs up to turn up the heat. He thrust his hips with greater movement, causing her to gasp, and slowed down before bottoming inside her. Darleen grunted. He retracted with haste, sped back in and crashed his pelvis into her buttocks with control, once more.

"Oooooo," she moaned and panted. "Are you enjoying pushing your cock up Mommy's poop chute, honey?"

"Uh-huh." He nodded with a trust.

"Mmmmmmm. Mommy likes it, tooooooo," she said, voicing rising during a withdrawal of cock. "Harder, honey. C'mon, give it to me...Give it to Mommy," she snarled through gritted teeth as he ploughed on. "Gimme all you got, young man."

Happy to oblige, Andy picked up the pace and slammed his pelvis into her round ass.

"Don't forget what that—nngggghh—load is for now."

As he slammed on, Darleen rested the side of her face against the desk and released her entire weight. With her eyes closed, she moaned, groaned and grunted as Andy used her body; fucking her like a lifeless doll; flattening her ass on impact; making use of her tainted orifice to get his rocks off.

Still rasping spontaneous sounds of pleasure, Darleen opened her eyes and observed the door. She imagined what it would be like if either of her parents were to stroll in right now and catch her bent over the study's desk, with her pants down, arms cuffed and ass out, getting roughly sodomized by her son and their grandson, with their toys on display.

Darleen thought it would've been the most humiliating experience of her life. Yet, the idea caused her body to spasm, eyes to roll and euphoria to come crashing down with the weight of four rapid-fire orgasms, as she imagined Andy continuing to butt fuck her through the humiliation of the shock on her parents' faces.

She let out a groan and cry combination that held a little too much volume as bliss rippled through her with one too many waves. Anal orgasms were indeed the best, Darleen thought with a smile.

And as her rear passage clenched Andy's invading cock, he felt the approach of his own orgasm. He slammed into her rear channel a few more times. He didn't want to depart the wondrous destination so soon. However, with his eyes closed, he soon said, "Get ready, Mom...Here it comes."

Andy pulled free from her ass, causing a final gasp from Darleen and leaving behind one crater of a hole. He pulled on her bound left arm, helping Darleen to her feet. Dizzy, she lowered to her knees. Andy stood before her and stroked his erection, which was followed by a groan and five or six thick white lines that surged out and nourished her face.

The young mother looked up and showed off her teeth in a smile.

As always, with a face full of cum, she looked beautiful.

*

And that's about it, folks. You've just read the story of how my mother and I ended up in our relationship. It took place not that long ago, during the year of twenty-eighteen. A lot has happened since then. I managed to graduate from high school, top of my class, and was accepted into Harvard University.

I decided not to attend, however. The distance between the school's location and the love of my life was too grand. Call me foolish, but I'm happy with my decision and chose to follow in the footsteps of my parents by enrolling into UCLA.

Where, Mom—although, I call her "Darleen" now—actually plans to return next year, to earn her long awaited degree. She's always regretted not doing so earlier. It should be fun. We plan on keeping our related status a secret.

In the end, my parents opted for divorce, which was finalized a couple months ago. Darleen was given the house in the settlement, for a little less of the monetary earnings, which we moved back into after a few months of staying with my grandparents. They never caught on to our escapades, by the way, despite us giving them ample opportunity. My father said he wanted to live in a smaller place, anyway.

He and Darleen don't talk, anymore, but I check in on him every now and then. He's still my dad, at the end of the day. When last I checked, he's still in his relationship with Lacey. Though, I can only see that ending in disaster. Ah, well, to each his or her own.

Speaking of which, there's been no new developments on the baby front. I keep reminding Darleen her time is ticking. She's not a big fan of the joke, though—always met with a straight face and shake of the head. But we'll see what the future has in store. And if all else fails, we'll always have the option to adopt.

Darleen and I had a lot of fun piecing together the different parts of this story. It was strange but interesting at the same time to examine and explain ourselves in such frank detail. We tried to remain as objective as possible—with all parties involved.

Only now do I understand the full picture of everything that took place during those few months. It was easier to reveal all, however, with each other's love, help and understanding, which I believe helped us grow stronger as a couple. And we managed to enlist the services of a Literotica author to help us trim the fat of our tale and get it written in style. Thanks, buddy.

We're not exactly sure who we're writing this story for. Well, us, of course. Darleen and I thought it would be a fun little project to do together after reading a few mom and son stories we discovered online. But we're not sure where this one will end up: maybe on Literotica, itself, or on somebody's blog. Maybe it'll end up in a random website's forum, or some other erotic stories website.

Perhaps it'll just remain on my hard drive or the flash drive I plan to copy it to when I'm done with these last remaining words—for Darleen or I to find and enjoy if ever the other were to perish. Maybe, that flash drive will be discovered and encrypted from the rubbles of this planet's demise—in the small safe I plan to keep it in—by some highly intelligent and unknown species.

Who knows, really? But if ever you find yourself reading this, there's one thing you should know and that's for certain:

My love for Darleen and hers for I, will last until the end of time.

For now, though, we must leave you. It's about that time for another beauty treatment.

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Thank you Josie_03 and onlyfiction for all the time and effort spent in helping me polish off this story.

Give some of their work a read if you find the time.

Please remember: do not try using the "beauty regimen" in this story at home. There are no hard facts that cum facials are good for your skin. It's only a myth. But if giving/receiving facials is just your thing, well, then, knock yourself out—just don't overdo it :-)

Thank you for reading the story. Really hope you enjoyed it. Though I get why you might not want to comment, voting only takes seconds. So please, please do. Although, it would be nice to know how I could've changed your 4, 3, or lower score into a 5. Us authors can only get better if you tell us what you didn't like. Remember, sending a private email's also an option. But at the very least, please vote. Until next time.

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