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Author: alwayswantedto
Title: Tanning with Mom
Tags: Tanning with Mom, alwayswantedto, mother sex, son sex, milf sex, incest anal, anal sex, mother son sex, mother/son

Summary: Loving son helps mom improve the texture of her skin.

All characters are 18 or over.

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During my last summer of school it slowly dawned on me that my Mom was actually a
member of the sex I was particularly interested in, a real and deceptively sexy woman
that I wanted to know in more ways than as just her 18 year old son.

Not being sports-minded, I didn't have many friends so I hung out with my Mom a lot.
I guess you could say I was a bit of a momma's boy. And so I spent many days at the
beach taking in the sun with my Mom. She didn't particularly like the beach, I think
she just needed an excuse to enjoy laying in the hot sun. Mom was one of those lesser
endowed women whose delicious bodies are a surprise when unveiled. She often complained
about the sand and the men, young and old, who kept checking her out, even though
her son was right beside her. Some openly leered or made comments while walking by,
while others sat nearby with their families, covertly glancing her way, sometimes
laying facing away from their own wives while staring out under their arms at her
supple figure.

I have to admit that I too spent considerable time gazing a my Mom's tanned, sculptured
legs. It wasn't hard to look at my Mom. She was pretty and slender, just over 5' tall,
with brown wavy hair that hung to the middle of her shoulder blades, perky little
tits, a narrow waist and an enticing, pear-shaped ass with a slight sag to her cheeks
that seemed to make it even more inviting. But when she noticed me looking at her,
she seemed comforted by my attention rather than suspicious of my thoughts.

As the summer wore on, she tired of the beach and convinced me that we should tan
in the privacy of our own back yard. "It's so much nicer," she argued, "No sand, and
we can get cool drinks or a snack whenever we want, and I can wear my best suit for
tanning without worrying about the local macho types." Now there was a convincing
argument if I'd ever heard one! "But you don't have to Tim. I know you'd miss the
girls, not that you'd gawk at them like some of those jerks. But, I really do enjoy
it better when you're with me."

"Don't worry, Mom. I don't like the beach either. I'd much rather hang around with
you." It sounded like I was sucking up to her but I was trying to cover up my abiding
interest in her. She was far more interesting than any girl on that beach. Nevertheless,
she thought I was giving up the beach and teenage girls just to be with her: her loving
son was making a big sacrifice to please her for the rest of the summer, probably
his last at home. Although I didn't know it then, this mistaken sense of altruism
would yield great dividends for me.

And so we tanned in the comfort of our back yard throughout August. Every day I was
painfully aware of each twitch of her body and the play of light and shadow over every
curve, painful because it cause my boner to constantly dig into the grass. I started
to lay slightly behind her where I was out of sight should she suddenly turn her head
my way. Here, I could stare at her ass and crotch when she spread her legs to the
sun, unaware of the deviant thoughts swirling around behind her. I childishly tried
to excite her by transmitting my thoughts to her. I concentrated mightily, and thought
myself successful every time she adjusted her posture, sure it was in reaction to
my mental thrusts into her mind.

As the summer wore on, and her tan deepened, she started using moisturizing lotions
and asked me to apply the lotion more deeply than the sunscreen she had been using.
As she lay under me, with both of us enjoying the sensation of my rubbing hands adoring
her flesh, I was frequently rewarded with appreciative sounds and pleased twitches.
I often wondered if she was purposely compensating her dutiful son for the sacrifice
of missed viewing opportunities at the beach. When she first asked, I had been reluctant
to apply the lotion, afraid my touch would somehow divulge my lewd thoughts, but my
eagerness to touch her overcame this irrational fear.

Long after an adequate massage would have been completed, by any standard, she allowed,
even encouraged, me to continue, directing me to missed spots or areas that required
more lotion or deeper, more dedicated application. I complied diligently, working
her over and over until she told me to stop.

By the end of the summer, I was deep massaging her for a very long time. I worked
my fingers into every crevice, every nook and cranny outside her increasingly skimpier
swimsuits. She would undo her top and I would work the sides of her little breasts,
pressing in almost to her nipples. I always pushed in and ruffled my fingers up and
down until she warned me off with a simple, "Timmy".

Then I would slip my fingers down along the sides of her tummy, under her hip bone,
and follow the hollow of her pelvis toward the top of her thighs. I'd try to slide
toward her pussy but she never let me get all the way there. She'd always admonish
me with a somewhat harsher, "Timmy", and then I would push in and out to that spot
until she reproached me again. If I didn't try to pass the boundary she had set that
day with her 'Timmy' admonition, she would often let me caress her there for some
time, and even reward me with little catches of her breath and soft, pleased whimpers.
I think she allowed me this game in trade for being her personal masseur and the supposed
lost "opportunities" at the beach.

Indeed, if I was really helpful around the house and with the gardening, I was rewarded
with extra time for tanning, and was allowed longer incursions before the 'Timmy'
warning sounded. By the end of the summer, I was spending an hour at a time, sometimes
twice a day, working lotion all over her body. And I was stroking my fingers along
the hollow of her pelvis almost to her pussy itself, lifting up on her hips as I drew
outward trying to pull her pussy lips apart to cause an excitatory friction against
her swimsuit. After each session, she would go up to her room to rest, closing the
door behind her. I would go to my room and jack off, reliving all the parts where
I was near her tits, ass and pussy, replaying each little sigh, grunt or moan I managed
to evict from her lips. I dreaded the end of summer, but end it did.

In the fall, as usual, I had to bear my Dad's constant urging to join a soccer team,
just like I had to listen over and over about the merits of baseball in the spring.
My dad thought I was a real momma's boy and it bothered him that I wasn't more of
a jock like he was at my age. Christ, I would far rather hang around with Mom, feeling
her up, than run around a field with a bunch of guys spitting and acting tough. To
me it was a no brainer.

One night in late October, I overheard my parents discussing this issue. My dad was
complaining about my wimpy behavior, always playing on the computer, wondering aloud
if I was gay. My mother, leaping to my defense, argued that if I was gay, I'd be trying
to hang out with other boys. Not so, countered my Dad. He'd be afraid to hang around
with real boys.

"Well, I'm very sure he's not gay," my Mom said.

"How would you know?" my Dad inquired.

"Girls can tell. If you really want, I'll find out if he's interested in girls."

"Well for God's sake, don't go asking around. I don't want the whole neighborhood
to know," he said.

In response, my Mother turned up the volume on the TV, something she often did when
she didn't want to listen to him anymore. I couldn't hear any more so I snuck back
to bed.

That Sunday was Dad's golf day and Mom changed the breakfast conversation as he rushed
out the door. She went on about how a woman's skin needed exposure to light and nutrients
all year round. She said her skin was already starting to lose the great tone it had
built up over the summer, thanks to my hard work. She emphasized how much she had
appreciated the sacrifice I had made to help her. She then twisted her chair sideways
from the table and pulled her loose skirt up, exposing the tops of her gorgeous legs,
turning them in and out. She eyed her legs intently, allowing me to freely gaze at
her opened thighs. Finally, she looked up, catching me staring, and said, "What do
you think, Timmy?"

I blushed furiously. "Ummm, I don't know, Mom. Your legs look nice."

"Well, thanks, honey, that's really very nice of you to say." She slid forward on
her chair and turned to face me even more, "But take a really close look and tell
me the truth. Can't you see what's wrong?"

"Mom, your legs are fantastic," I said, at a loss as to where this was going.

"No, they're not as tight as this summer. You did such a good job on them this summer.
But now they're getting flabby and my skin's losing its resilience. Feel them, see
what I mean."

She grasped my hands, pulled them toward her and placed them on her thighs just above
her knees. She pulled her skirt up even further and, tentatively, I followed its retreat,
sliding my hands lightly along the tops of her upper legs.

"No, no. Rub them, like in the summer, sweetheart, with your fingers," she said. I
complied but nervously, not used to her watching me as I touched her. "That's it,
rub them deep," her voice caught, "like those little scratches you did in the summer,"
her voice lowered to a whisper despite the fact that we were alone.

Although nervous, I quickly became excited. I pried my hands deeper between her legs,
running them along inside of her thighs, pressing outward to open her legs more, exposing
the front of her panties. I could just make out the crevice in her panties, the secret
little valley I had so missed so much this past six weeks with no opportunity to lay
behind her on the grass. I rubbed her legs back and forth, slowly working closer to
her pussy, waiting for the 'Timmy' trigger to snap me away. But it didn't come, and
it didn't come.

I let my fingers travel right up to the very top of her legs, near her crotch, paused
and slid my hands straight up and down several times close to her pussy. I was surprised
when she let me do it without complaint, even more so when she put her arms around
me and pulled me close. Our heads were side by side, with both of us watching while
I rubbed her legs so close to her panties.

She whispered, "What do you think, Timmy? Should we start tanning indoors while Dad's
golfing on Sundays?"

"Tanning?" I croaked, my voice barely operating. I couldn't think, I just didn't want
this new thing to stop. Unconsciously, I picked up my pace in between her legs in
a desperate bid to get as much as I could before she stopped me.

"Slow down, honey." She grasped my wrists, freezing my hands near the top of her legs,
resting against her inner thighs near her panties. I sat there, my hands sensing the
heat and softness of her legs, my eyes glued on her panties, cock bursting painfully
against my tight jeans and mind filled with growing dread that this magical moment
was about to end.

"My legs need Vitamin D. It's too cold outside to tan in the sun but I can get some
vitamin reinforced lotions, and tan inside. But I'll need you to rub it in deep, like
in the summer. Can you do that for me, Timmy?"

Finally, it dawned on my dim mind that the best part of summer was about to light
up my winter.

"Oh, sure, Mom. I can do that."

"That's lovely, sweetheart. If we go to the drug store right away we can to do a little
tanning before Dad gets back."

She stood and shook her hips to make her skirt fall down. Taking me by the hand, she
said, "Come on sweetie, let's go." She led me cheerfully away. I and my boner followed,
intent on her ass all the way out to the car. I declined the offer to drive and watched
her legs as she drove. She had lifted her knees abnormally high while buckling her
seatbelt, allowing her skirt to fall very high on her thigh. She talked constantly
while she drove but never once looked my way, although I'm sure she was aware of the
visual treat she was offering me.

In the store, I just wanted to grab the stuff and get home but Mom kept picking different
tubes and bottles up and reading the blurbs on the backs. It was frustrating. But
then she motioned me closer to read them too, and stood very close to me while doing
so. She read parts out in a husky whisper, as if we were sharing a secret. She even
leaned into me, pressing her knee against the inside of mine while I read parts she
pointed out. Her smell, her whole presence, was intoxicating.

When she started looking at shampoos, saying she was running low and should pick few
other things up while we were there, I couldn't believe it.

"Mom, you've got lots of shampoo. We won't get any tanning in if we don't go." I was
desperate to leave.

"Well, we could always start next week," she mused.

"No, no, you said you've got to get started right away."

"I suppose you're right," she relented, with a funny little smile. "Let's go then,"
and she sashayed off down the aisle. Gosh, what a tease. I had trouble catching up
to her because my debilitating boner had resurged watching her swaying behind as she
walked away.

When we returned to the car, she insisted that I drive because she wanted to read
the instructions for the lotions we'd bought. When I opened the door for her, before
going round to the driver's side, she said, "My, what a gentleman you are today, for
your old Mom," and gave me more than a flash as she slowly swung her legs into the
car, raising her knees high to let her skirt fall to her hip. She had swung the inside
leg in first, opening her legs wide enough to expos her panties, then stopping to
fuss with the seatbelt she had somehow managed to entangle in her arm. I had a long
view of her panty-clad pussy before she pulled her right leg in, closing her legs.
I stood stupidly for a few seconds with the door open, looking into her lap, until
she said, "Come on sweetie, let's go home."

In the car, she laid the lotions out on the seat between us, twisted herself to the
side and lifted her left knee up onto the seat, opening her legs again. Glimpses at
her panties played havoc with my driving. Almost home, I stopped at a light and turned
to feast my eyes on her treasures, the one between her legs, not on the seat. I sat
almost through an entire green light. No other cars were around, so no one honked,
but Mom smiled up at me and quietly said, "If you don't keep your mind on the road,
Tim, we'll never get home to do any tanning."

I was at once mortified that she'd caught me staring but at the same time elated that
she was aware and seemed to welcome my adulation. I drove straight home, forcing myself
to concentrate. Once home, I followed close behind her into the house and up to her
room until she stopped at the end of her bed.

"Darn it," she said, "We can't tan today, I've packed all my swimsuits away."

Devastated and desperate, I blurted out, "But Mom, you shouldn't wait. It won't take
long to find your a swimsuit."

"No. I remember now. I threw them out because I need new ones."

You can't believe the crushing defeat that flowed through my body. It was like every
cell in my body was deflating.

"Oh, I know," she exclaimed. She turned to face me. "Would you mind if I tanned in
my panties?"

She looked away, probably so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable when elation set in after
my shock wore off.

"But these old lady panties I have on, won't work," she mused, finger on her lips,
thinking.

"I'll get some other ones for you, Mom," I almost yelled, rushing over to fish around
in her underwear drawer.

"How do you know which drawer my underwear is in?" Mom teased.

I blushed but grabbed a pair of panties. I quickly forgot my discomfort when I turned
to see her unbuttoning her blouse. The swell of her small breasts was magnified in
my mind as they bounced in slow motion in reaction to the tug of the buttons as they
released the material from their constraints. She slowly parted the blouse, drawing
out one arm and then the other. Her bra was a pale blue, silky material that didn't
swamp the contours of her little tits. Her nipples were clearly visible as they poked
up against the flimsy material. God, she was gorgeous!

She bent toward me, letting me see her small tits hang down, reached up under her
skirt and dragged her panties down her legs to her knees, reaching out to lean on
me as she stepped out of them. She stood, face flushed and legs parted. "OK, Timmy,
put those ones on me. Go on, honey, slide them up my legs," she said, holding one
delicate, sexy foot up for me.

I slid each foot through a panty leg and then slowly dragged them up her beautiful,
tanned legs. As the leg holes started to tighten on her thighs just as the panties
disappeared under her skirt, she whispered, "Go on, push them right up, sweetie."


She lifted her skirt as I pushed her panties upward, holding it level with the juncture
of her legs, her pussy just out of sight, but I knew it was there right in front of
my face. I could smell its sweet, pungent odor. I stopped pushing up on her panties
and just stared into her skirt. She waited patiently, not saying a thing. She waited.
I kept staring, expecting to get in trouble but I couldn't help myself. Still, she
said nothing. Finally, perhaps suspecting that I was afraid to go further and might
need permission, she said, "Push them all the way, honey."

I slid the flimsy little panties up over her hips until the bottoms fit snugly against
the bottom of her pussy. My cock was hard as rock! I was afraid that it would snap
in half when I stood up.

She turned and faced the bed. "Undo my bra, Timmy." I didn't move, I couldn't believe
my ears. She repeated "C'mon honey, take my bra off for me." I stood up and started
to fumble with the back of her bra.

"No, silly, the snaps are in the front."

Feeling stupid, I reached around her and shakily started to fumble with the front
of her bra, not being able to avoid accidentally cupping her wonderful little tits
in my hands. She put up with this for a minute and then said, "I'll do it. Men!" A
quick movement of her fingers and the bra fell apart. I stared down over her shoulders
at her little tits hanging there under the loose bra with her nipples sticking proudly
up in the air. She'd never let me see her tits before.

She let me gaze at her lovely tits for a couple of minutes. I wasn't aware of any
awkwardness, I was mesmerized. I couldn't move. "Unzip my skirt," she whispered. "I
can't tan in a skirt, now can I?"

In a daze, I dropped my hand to the zipper at the back of her skirt and pulled it
down over her ass. The skirt fell to the floor and I has looking at her almost bare
ass covered only by the hip straps of her panties joining together and disappearing
into the crack between her cheeks. Unfucking believable. She put her knee up and crawled
onto the comforter covering the bed. She crawled forward slowly and pulled the pillows
out, tossed them to the side, and laid down flat on the bed, on her tummy, her legs
stretched out but parted slightly. She turned her head to the side and looked back
at me. In a soft voice, she said, "Put the lotion on me, honey. Take your time and
make sure you work it in deep. We still have a least an hour before Dad gets home."


"OK, Mom, I'll do a good job." I started to scramble up behind her.

"No, take your jeans off first. I don't want you to get oily lotion on your clothes,
it'll stain them."

She turned her head back and cradled it in her outstretched arms, closing her eyes.
I dumped my pants in record time, stumbling about in my rush. I started on her feet.
Without lifting her head or opening her eyes she said, "No, start on my back, baby."


She opened her legs to make room for me as I scrambled up behind her.

I couldn't help myself, "You still look awesome, Mom."

"Shhhh, honey. Don't talk. I want to rest."

"OK, Mom, but before you doze off let me put a pillow under you so I can get the lotion
in better when I do your legs." Without a word, Mom raised her hips to let me slide
a pillow under her. This raised her ass up enough that I could see the bottom of her
pussy.

I squeezed a pool of lotion onto the small of her back and started spreading it up
over her shoulders. As I worked it into her upper back, I slowly brought my right
knee up between her legs until it was resting just below her bottom where her tummy
met the pillow. I squeezed another puddle of lotion into the small of her back and
began working it down toward the rise of her buttocks and out over the fleshy swell
of her hips. I pressed down into her and pulled back toward my knee in a rowing motion
that gently bumped her panties against my knee.

I continued working in more lotion and rocking her back and forth, until her breathing
was deep and regular. Dripping more lotion onto the top of her buttocks, I pressed
her flesh toward me, pressing her panties ahead of my hands until they were pushed
to the bottom of her cheeks. Grasping a bare cheek in each hand, I rubbed the lotion
into each one, squeezing each lump of flesh and dragging my thumbs through the crack
between them. Though her breathing quickened, she issued no warnings.

Emboldened, I grasped her hips and pulled her back until she bumped onto the top of
my knee, nudging my leg up to the front of her panties. Returning to her cheeks, I
rubbed another helping of lotion over the lobes of her ass, squeezing it toward the
center until it pooled in her crack and then pushing it up into the small of her back.


Her breathing changed again, little expulsions bursting forth with every rub on my
knee. I wasn't sure, but I thought I heard a very low moan. I kept this up for several
more minutes, now openly working her pelvis up and down, trying to pull her higher
onto my knee.

I dumped a large pool of lotion higher up her back, between her shoulder blades, and
leaned forward to work it in, pushing my knee even further under her, lifting her
pelvis up and archng her ass, allowing me to slide further ahead until her thighs
draped over mine. Working the lotion out from between her shoulder blades, I slipped
my hands around to the sides of her breasts and pushed in towards her nipples, like
I did in the summer. I expected the 'Timmy' response to trigger my retreat down the
sides of her tummy.

But I didn't hear it. Maybe she really was asleep. Or did she want me to feel her
up? Was she trying to prove I wasn't gay, to prove Dad wrong?

I reached right in and pushed my lotion-covered, cupped hands fully under her tits,
feeling myself twitch as her hard nipples poked into my palms. I gently kneaded her
tits and rolled her nipples around in my palms. They were as hard as my cock, which
was now pressing through my undies into Mom's ass. I grasped each nipple between my
fingers and gently tugged, pinched and rolled them between my fingers as I began lightly
dry fucking her butt. Her breathing changed to a short gasps with grind against her
ass but she still appeared to be sleeping. She was letting me have my way with her.


I let go of her tits and drew back, resting my head on her back. I slipped my hands
along her tummy in my old move and down into the juncture at the front of her thighs,
and then pushed in to her pussy and slid my fingers over her mound. There was a sharp
intake in her breath, but no dreaded 'Timmy' command.

I drew my fingers back and then slipped them underneath her panties through the leg
holes until my index fingers brushed lightly up and down her bare pussy. My fingers
quickly became wet and slippery. I used my index fingers to pull her pussy lips apart
and gently dipped my middle fingers into her cunt, just a bit, in and out, in and
out, barely grazing her inner lips. I dipped them gently in and out of her for several
minutes and she did nothing to stop me. All she did was breathe harder and faster,
in a rasping fashion. Fuck. Oh, fuck. I slipped my fingers further into her cunt,
one above the other. She grunted. She actually grunted. I pushed them right in, then
in and out several more times, then in again and I held them there, wiggling them
back and forth. She was really wet. I moved my head lower on her back, to the top
of her cheeks and turned my face in to flick my tongue in the crack of her ass. I
kept working my fingers in her.

She was grunting regularly now, "Ungh, ungh, unghh," the pretense of sleep now pretty
thin. I slipped my index fingers higher to play with her clit and simultaneously pushed
my ring fingers into her pussy as well. I now had four fingers up to the second knuckle
pressing into her cunt, not harshly, but firmly filling her box. She started to grunt
quite audibly. "UNGHH, UNGHHHH, UGH, UGH, UUUNNGH, UUUNNGH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UH, UUUHHNNNGGHHH."
She was pushing her ass up into my tongue in the crack at the top of her ass. I wasn't
so much fingering her now as she was fucking my fingers with short, rapid backward
thrusts. Then she came, flooding my hands, her pelvis jerking involuntarily on my
fingers.

OMG, I'd fingered my Mom. OMG. This was incredible. I pushed up and leaned over her.
I lowered my gaunchee-covered cock against her ass and began thrusting into hit, along
her crack. I sawed my cock back and forth between her sweet cheeks, dragging it through
her crack, slowly picking up my tempo and pushing down harder until I was shoving
her pelvis into pillow. My breathing became increasingly erratic and hoarse until
I was gasping as I vigorously humped her soft cheeks. Then I came too, gushing my
seed onto the top of her ass where my cock poked out of my underwear, where it was
already wet from my tongue play. I'd dryfucked my Mom, and come onto her!

I pulled back, panicking now that my senses were returning. But she didn't move. I
ran into her bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and rushed back to clean her up. She
didn't stir until I was finished. Then, she turned to me groggily, as if she'd just
woken up, and said, "I think I dozed off, honey. Did you do a good job?"

"Yeah, Mom, I did the best I could. But your skin really needs a lot of work. I don't
think we can wait until next Sunday." She smiled, probably at the audacity of her
precocious child to recognize this little game and take it a peg further.

"I don't know sweetie, we can't tan when your Dad's around. He wouldn't understand,
and I don't think he'd like it."

"Well, I get out of school early on Wednesdays."

"But you play online with your friends on Wednesdays. I couldn't ask you to skip your
computer games," she replied, coyly.

"That's OK Mom. I rather help you out. That's more important than playing a computer
game."

"That's very sweet of you, sweetheart. It makes me happy that you enjoy helping me
so much." I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or not. "But there's one more thing,
dear." Oh christ, the "dear" word. Here it comes. "Your Dad has been really upset
lately. Can you join the soccer team to make your Dad happy too. It's your last year
of school. It would make him so happy."

"Ahhh, Mom, I hate playing sports. I'm no good at them."

"Can you just try, sweetie? Please, do it for me. Then we can keep tanning, honey.
You like tanning, don't you?"

God, what outright bribery. My Mom was a scoundrel.

"Yes, Mom. I'll join."

"Good boy. We'll be such a happy family. You'll be glad you made your Dad happy, I'll
make sure of that, don't you worry."

On Wednesday, we tanned again. We had a longer session since we didn't have to get
lotions. I didn't get any farther, but she did let me spend a lot longer kneading
her tits, and pulling on her nipples. This seemed to get her very worked up. I laid
right down on top of her, my arms around her, squeezing her tits and pulling her nipples
while I humped against her ass. I lasted much longer this time and when I came I didn't
immediately rush to get a towel to clean her up. No, I waited for a few minutes, then
pressed my bare cock against the crack of her ass and worked my come around on her
cheeks. I also spread her cheeks apart, pulling them wide with my thumbs, drooled
some spit on her rosebud, and gently massaged it in. When I stood up and pulled my
jeans back on, she replayed the 'wake up' routine again.

I joined the team on Saturday. In a small town, the school team will take anyone.
I was pathetic, but my Dad was thrilled. We went for burgers afterwards, and he started
talking about us going fishing on Sundays but I complained that I'd be too stiff and,
anyway, I didn't want to take him away from golf because I knew he really loved it.
He tousled my hair and said I was a really good kid.

When we 'tanned' the next Sunday while Dad was golfing, I told Mom I needed to work
on her front. She was reluctant because she had removed her robe and laid face down
on the bed, wearing absolutely nothing. I guess leavign her panties off was my treat
for joining the team. If I hadn't joined the team the day before, I'm sure she wouldn't
have succumbed to this demand. But she quietly turned over on her back, baring the
lovely nude front of her body to my gaze, though her legs were tightly closed. I immediately
started kneading her little tits which were amazingly perky, jutting prominently up
from her chest. She has a little sag in her ass, but non whatsoever in her tits.

I tugged her nipples for quite a while and then sucked them, pushing my mouth over
her whole little tit and sucking the nipple in far enough to squeezed it between my
tongue and the roof of my mouth. I really worked her long nipples over. I don't know
if she got so carried away she didn't know, or if she just let me, but while I sucked
her tits I managed to open her legs so I could saw my cock through the crevice between
her pussy lips. I was wearing my shorts but it still felt incredible. We were both
breathing in ragged gasps when I finally pulled my mouth away from her now soaking
wet tits.

Before she could react, I lifted her legs up and bent them right back, pressing them
against her tits. I clambered up and and rubbed my cock along her upraised cunt until
I came all over her belly. I didn't clean it up. You'd have to be dead to sleep through
that, but she still pretended to wake up after I was finished.

As she was getting up, she couldn't help but notice that she had absolutely nothing
on. "Timmy," she said, "you were very naughty. You took my panties off, you bad boy.
And you left lotion all over my tummy."

"I had to, Mom. Your skin is really rough there. It looks like its been chafing on
your panties. I don't think you should wear them for awhile." I used my right hand
to spread the 'lotion', my come, all over her belly.

The next day, I told Mom that she was right, that I'd been reading on the internet
about how good vitamin reinforced lotions were for you, especially if rubbed in deep.
But in addition, it helped particularly damaged areas of the skin to be surprised
by sudden and unexpected deep rubbing action. This 'shocked' the skin into a much
better response. When Mom skeptically asked how I knew this, I replied that I'd read
it in an online encyclopedia, and offered to show it to her. She was intrigued and
when I did show it to her, she never twigged to the fact that I was the one that had
contributed this item (it was actually removed in less than a day). Mom agreed with
me that I could surprise her once in a while with a 'lotion attack'.

Over the next few days, I made a point of suddenly grabbing Mom and rubbing her in
various parts of her body. Behind her knee, on her upper arm, in the hollow of her
neck, on her tit. I told her that I had read that after a particularly vigorous rubbing
it helped to be kissed better. This allowed me the latitude to molest her more brazenly
and then spend an even longer time gently caressing her 'better'. I spent a long time
kissing her neck better, and when I rubbed her tit, this turned into a long sucking
session on her nipple.

On that particular occasion, I had pushed her back onto the little table in the hallway
that held the telephone, knocking it to the floor. Despite the noise, my father, sitting
in the living room watching the news, didn't react. When he didn't respond, my Mother,
who was at first freaked out at a 'lotion attack' in such close proximity, suddenly
succumbed. She lay passive while I reached into her blouse and massaged her tit, pulling
her nipple up in long, tugging strokes, and then squeezing it between my fingers as
I forced them back down over it, jacking it like a little cock. She allowed me to
open her blouse wide, free her tit and suck it into my mouth. Then I moved up and
kissed her in our first, long french kiss. She didn't resist at all. When our mouths
parted, I reached under her skirt with my right hand and dragged my middle finger
up and down between her pussy lips. A sudden sound made me think Dad had got up so
I turned and strode off down the hall, leaving her half sitting on the phone table,
half leaning against the wall, flushed and disheveled.

That night, while Dad was watching the news, I joined Mom in the kitchen and slipped
my lotion covered fingers up her skirt from behind. She was quite angry, whispering
harshly to me to stop it right now, that my father was in the next room. But I didn't.
I held her hair so she couldn't slip away and kept rubbing my cupped fingers against
her, massaging the lotion into the bottom of her ass and between her legs. Within
seconds, she was quite slippery. I cupped her pussy and stared sawing my hand back
and forth along its length, letting go of her hair. But she didn't pull away. Instead,
she continued clutching at my hand with her pussy. I worked it against her cunt from
behind, put my other hand gently on the front of her throat and whispered into her
ear, "Don't fight it, Mom. The surprise is good for you, remember?"

And she did. I helped her, of course, sliding my hand so far forward that I was able
to push my thumb up into her cunt while closing my cupped hand over her upper pussy,
pressing the middle finger between her lips and massaging her clit with my palm. I
swirled my thumb around in her pussy and then started frigging her, shoving it up
into her cunt. We were now both oblivious to my father's presence. I was literally
lifting my Mom's hips up against the counter, pushing her up with my thumb firmly
plugged inside her. I grabbed her hair again to help keep her down on my thumb. Turning
her head sideways, I swirled my tongue around in her ear. As she came and our panting
subsided, I whispered in her ear, "I love it when you don't wear panties, Mom."

The next Saturday I scored two goals, leading to a quantum jump in our sexual relationship.


That night at dinner, Dad relived both goals several times. "Helen," he said, "We've
got to find a special treat for our new star."

"That's right, Mom, I deserve the star treatment."

"What would you like for a special treat, son?" Dad implored of me.

"I don't know Dad, Maybe Mom could think of something while you're golfing tomorrow."
I looked intently at my Mom. Her face flushed a slight shade of pink under my penetrating
gaze.

"Yes, honey," my Dad said, "nothing's too good for our boy. No, our young man. Can
you think of something special for him."

"Sure, I'll think of something," she replied, her eyes avoiding mine, and Dad's.

That night, after putzing around on the computer for a couple of hours, I came downstairs
to find Dad watching a football game. I found Mom in the kitchen baking.

"That's a nice little apron, Mom. Are you going to wear that tomorrow?"

"Is that what you'd like, for me to wear this apron for you?"

"That would be nice, but I think I'm in line for something a little more than that,
don't you?"

"Don't push too far, Timmy."

"Not too far, Mom, just something special. I tried really hard yesterday. If I was
disappointed, I could get depressed and might not be able to score any more goals,
maybe not even be able to stay on the team."

"Timmy! Don't you dare quit. Your father is so proud of you now."

I pushed her back to the counter and pressed into her. I pushed her elbows back along
the counter, forcing her pelvis and lower belly firmly against the hard cock bulging
under my jeans. Her head tilted back, her hair falling to the countertop.

"Come on, Mom. I need something special. You asked me to do the soccer thing and I
worked really hard at it." Actually, it had just been luck against a team that was
even worse than us. I thrust my cock suggestively into her crotch.

"Timmy, stop that! What ARE you thinking?"

"I just want to rub you there."

"Oh. I thought you were hinting for something more. You know I can't share myself.
I can only really be with your Dad."

"Just some rubbing, Mom, and something a little extra." I raised my right hand to
her face, cupping it, and kissed her gently on the mouth.

She didn't resist, but when the kiss ended, she said, "Remember where your father
is."

"I know where he is," and I kissed her again. When I finished this time I cut off
her quiet admonition by brushing two fingers across her lips. I looked intently at
her, then tipped my fingers into her mouth, just inside her lips, touching her tongue.
I slid them across her mouth, from side to side over the full width of her beautiful,
pouting lips. Though her eyes had an unsure look, she was accepting. Her breathing
was short and her face flushed. I pushed my fingers into her mouth, slowly, then back
and forth a few more times. Her forehead furrowed with comprehension. Before she could
react negatively, I pulled my fingers out.

"It would be so special Mom. It would make me feel so good, like I did for you all
summer. Please think about it," and I walked away. I didn't come back downstairs that
night. Thinking about what she'd said, I worked for hours on a new encyclopedia entry
in cyberspace, but I made sure I was there for breakfast the next morning while Dad
was still home.

"Think of anything special you want, champ?" my father asked as soon as I entered
the kitchen.

"Not yet, Dad, but I think Mom's working on it."

"How about it, Helen, have you got something for Tim?"

Mom didn't reply right away. She was leaning against the sink. "Not yet but I've got
a few ideas."

"That's great, hon. We don't want to disappoint our champ here, now do we?" he said
with a grin, tousling my hair as he got up from the table. "Well, I'd better be off.
We're doing a tournament today, and then going to the clubhouse for dinner with the
guys. I might be a little late."

"Bye dad."

"By dear."

Mom and I were left alone in the kitchen in an awkward silence. Finally, I tentatively
said, "Are we going to tan today, Mom?"

"I thought you had something else in mind," she shot back, her tone antagonistic.


"No, we can just tan if you like," I said quietly, trying to placate her. "Maybe you
could wear one of your little sexier panties around the house today so I can check
your resilience in a natural setting."

A laugh burst forth. "I don't know about that, Timmy. Don't you think it would be
slightly improper for me to be sauntering around the house in my panties in front
of my son, even if it was in the interest of my 'resilience'."

"Well, it might be little naughty, but it would be for good causes: your skin and
that little extra for me that Dad so wants to give me." There, I played the pleasing
Dad card she had used on me.

Without a word, she left the kitchen and disappeared upstairs. I thought she was mad
at me and tanning wasn't a go today, so I went to the living room and turned on the
TV. She came downstairs about ten minutes later. I heard her as she started down the
stairs, and turned to look. She wasn't wearing panties. Instead, she had on a small
pajama top of very flimsy polka dot material, almost see through. Her small, hardly
hidden tits jostled underneath with each step she took. The top stretched down the
front to join the bottom which was a brief skirt made of similarly flimsy material
that fell short of mid thigh. As she turned to slowly walk into the kitchen, I could
see that the top covered neither her side or her back. She was walking on a set of
very high heels that accentuated her legs.

I got up and followed her to the kitchen, stopping to lean against the door jamb.
She was leaning against the kitchen sink again.

"Heels make your legs look great but I like bare feet, Mom. It's more natural," I
said, quietly.

She calmly slipped her feet out of the heels and kicked them away. I pushed out from
the doorway and approached her from behind. I stood admiring her ass and legs for
a couple of minutes.

"I don't mind you watching me, Tim, but don't leer. You know how I hate that."

"Sorry, Mom. It's just that you look so great and I've never been able to look at
you so openly. It's a neat feeling."

"Well, in that case, look all you want. I don't mind."

I stepped closer to her, still not touching. "I may need to touch you at bit too,
Mom."

"That's OK, Timmy. Within reason."

I pressed lightly against her. My hard cock thrusting against my pajamas and her ass.
I pulled back and pulled my cock through the opening in the front of my pajamas.

"I really like these pajamas, Mom. Can I touch the material?"

"Yes."

I slipped my hands onto her bare sides, just above her hips. I slid them up until
I could feel the swell of her breasts, then moved them in front, inside the pajama
material, and took firm grip of each small tit, gently squeezing and tugging her nipples.


"I don't know, Tim, I don't know. That's a little direct." Mom spoke in a her harsh,
corrective tone of voice I had learned to recognize when I was little. She knew was
trying to dampen my enthusiasm, to coerce me into limiting myself.

"Today's special, Mom." I ignored her voice and continued manipulating her tits.

"OK, but only for a little while," she responded, sounding reluctantly resigned. She
may have been talking reluctance, but her breathing quickened and her nipples were
standing up hard in my palms. I continued working her nipples, using them like little
picks to strum my fingers, and kissing the hollow in her neck which I had learned
she liked a lot. She just stood there letting me have my way, her breathing slowly
becoming shorter and harsher.

I pressed forward, pushing my bare cock between her legs.

"No, no." She tried to push away from the sink but I held her tight.

"Yes. This is special and I want to do it," I gasped, thrusting between her legs,
just below her pussy. "I want to rub you bare like this today."

"No, baby."

"Yes, I want it to do it like this! It's special." I pulled her hips away from the
sink, leaned her forward, and started thrusting harder. She didn't say anything more
or try to fight me, she just let me do it. I didn't do anything special for her. I
didn't take time to work her up. I was too far gone. I just kept thrusting my cock
between her legs until I came, shooting my spunk through her and onto the kitchen
cupboard.

She started to cry and ran upstairs.

I cleaned myself up and followed her. When I got to her room, she was laying on her
tummy on top of the covers, quietly sniffling. I was suddenly filled with remorse
at my callous treatment. How could I have just used her like that?

I crawled up on the bed and lay next to her. She turned her head away from me, "Go
away."

"I can't, Mom. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry, I didn't
mean to do that." I begged forgiveness.

"I didn't mean it, Mom, I didn't mean it." I put my hand tentatively on her back and
began to slowly stroke her back. She stopped sniffling.

"How could you do that to me?"

"I don't know, Mom. I couldn't help it. I was just overcome, you looked so hot. You're
the sexiest woman in the world. I couldn't stop myself."

"Well, it's not nice to be used like that you know. A woman doesn't like that!"

"I know. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm sorry." I leaned in to her and started placing little
kisses on her shoulder, and into her neck. She didn't object. I continued the kisses
and the gentle back massage for several more minutes, then suggested she rest for
a while.

"Why don't you get under the covers and have a nap, Mom? Then when you get up we can
start over like that didn't even happen."

As she pulled herself up on her knees, I turned the covers back. She got into bed
and I placed the covers around her, giving her a kiss and a hug. Take those pajamas
off, Mom, so they don't remind us when you get up. We want to start the day with a
clean slate."

"OK," she said in a very soft whisper.

I left the room, went downstairs and put on some special tea that Mom really liked.
When it was ready, I returned to her room with two cups and a pot on a tray. She appeared
to be asleep, ignoring my gentle touch on her shoulder, and a quiet call using her
name. After watching her for several minutes remorse kicked in again. I felt a strong
urge to hug her, to cuddle and comfort her. I slipped under the covers of the bed
and slid over against her back, putting my arm around her shoulder to hug her. I kissed
her in the hollow of her neck and whispered, "I love you, Mom. I love you so much."


She murmured something unintelligible back. I continued raining little kisses on her,
slowly extending them in to longer smooches.

"Oh, Timmy. It's Ok. Hug me close, honey, hold me really close."

I scrunched in tight to her back, moving my arm lower down in her front, across her
breasts. I suddenly realized that she was completely naked. My cock started extending.
I tried to will it down, wanting to just hug my Mom, filled with extra love for her
at that moment. But my cock was filling with a different kind of love. It had a mind
of its own.

I was just about to pull back, not wanting to offend her again, when she said, "That's
good, Timmy, hug me like that," and she pulled my arm closer into her chest, pressing
it right against her bare tits.

I couldn't pull away with her holding my hand tight against her, so I stayed still,
trying to think of other things, like soccer, to quell my evil appendage's independent
rise. But to no avail. Inexorably, it continued to lengthen and blossom through, to
my horror, the opening in the front of my pajamas. My bare cock poked through, lodging
itself into the crack of my Mother's ass. I braced myself for another tearful and
angry rebuke. Had my stupid prick ruined it all again?

"That's OK, Timmy. You can rub me there. I don't mind. I know you love me, and I love
you. You deserve something special for trying so hard for your Dad and me, so I'm
going to treat you special today. But just today."

I was dumfounded! Putting my cock between her legs this morning had been a great sin
but now she was inviting me to slide it between her ass cheeks. Don't ever try to
figure out women, man.

I responded by pressing my cock firmly between her cheeks, thankful now for the way
her prominent cheeks sagged down and jutted out, allowing them to envelope my prick
as I pressed it into them. I began to kiss the hollow of her neck again and closed
my hand over her right tit, slowly squeezing and stretching her nipple out in a long
tug, again and again. I kept up gentle little shoves of my cock into the crack of
her ass, and eventually moved my hands down over her tummy to the top of her pussy.
The heat she was generating down there was incredible. I pushed my left hand under
her head, cupping my palm past her cheeks until my fingers found the corner of her
mouth. Then I slipped two fingers into her mouth at the same time that I inserted
two fingers into her pussy. She moaned audibly.

I worked her like this, not changing except to push harder into her ass. Then I pushed
her right over onto her tummy. I kept my fingers in her mouth and pussy, splayed her
legs wide, and started sliding my whole cock up and down her ass crack. With her cheeks
opened wider, my cock was rubbing constantly on her anus. After a while, she started
twisting her pelvis up toward my cock to increase the friction. This must have been
a little difficult because my fingers in her mouth had pulled the back of her head
up toward me so that she was looking straight at the headboard. She was rasping hoarsely.
I think the effect was from my cock sliding across her rosebud, not the fingers in
her pussy. I'd done that before and this was quite a different sound, much more guttural.


Anyway, that sound and her ass fucking back up toward me pushed me over. With a huge
groan, I spurted all over her ass and her back, continuing to make little fuck motions
until I was empty. She lay still and I collapsed on top of her. After a minute I went
to her bathroom, soaked a facecloth in warm water, grabbed a hand towel and a tube
of our tanning lotion that caught my eye at the last minute and returned. She was
laying exactly as I'd left her, on her tummy, legs spread wide, my spunk on her ass
and back. I first cleaned her back and then started washing her ass, doing between
her cheeks and, holding them wide, to clean her little hole that I had rubbed for
so long.

She hadn't moved or said anything but when I touched her anus, she jerked and let
out a little moan. I thought she might be a little sore from all my rubbing. "I'm
going to put a little lotion on you. It'll make it feel better."

"Mmmhhmmm," was all she said.

I put some lotion on my fingers, squirted some directly on her little hole and started
to gently rub it around.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm." She was making quiet little moaning sounds, and her ass was moving,
reacting to my touch. It dawned on me that she hadn't come. I know she had been really
enjoying it, but I had spunked all over her, and she hadn't come.

My cock started to stir. Could I do this? Was it possible?

I put more lotion on my fingers and squeezed a liberal amount again directly on her
rosebud. I swirled my long middle finger around her hole several times and then pushed
it slightly in.

"Oh, ohhh, ooohhhhh." I held my finger still, buried to the first knuckle. I didn't
move it.

"Lift your ass up, Mom." Nothing. "Come on, Mom, lift your ass." She cocked her hips
back, lifting her ass.

"Higher, Mom, push it higher." She did. "Push, Mom, push." She started to moan and
shoved her ass up, burying my long middle finger in her ass. Holy fuck, batman. Her
hips were raised right up off the bed with my finger buried to the hilt in her ass,
and she was moaning!

"Keep it up, Mom, hold your ass up." I pulled my finger out and pushed it back in
slowly, then started repeating it, gradually increasing the tempo. She kept her ass
up in the air while I finger fucked her butt.

"Put it down on the bed." No reaction. "Come on, put your ass down on the bed." She
dropped onto her tummy. I pulled my finger out, squeezed more lotion on her, and then
pushed two fingers slowly into her. When they were sliding in freely, I increased
the tempo again, then stopped, pushed them in to the hilt and ground them around in
a twisting motion, then slowly back, and the same thing again, faster and faster,
slow shove, grind around.

She was moaning very loudly now. I swung up over her, straddling her hips with my
knees. I pulled my fingers out of her and used both hands to push her cheeks widely
apart. Then I lined my cock up, pressed its tip against her open little hole, and
pushed it in. My god, I was fucking my Mom's ass. She wasn't objecting. In fact, she
started to grunt, not moan, but grunt as my cock slid in. I leaned forward onto my
hands and started a concentrated fuck up her ass. Her grunting continued. I didn't
think she could get hotter until I started the slow shove and grind routine I'd used
with my fingers. I collapsed right down onto her back, pulled her head back up again,
holding it with my left hand on her throat under her chin, and really started fucking
in earnest. She became one huge rasping grunt. This went on and on, louder and louder.
Then bang. She came with almost a howl, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO."


I came too, spurting what I had left right in her bum as she clenched my cock with
her convulsing spasms.

I collapsed on her. A long time later, I whispered, "I love you, Mom. That was very
special."

"Yes," she whispered back, "I can't believe I did that, let you do that. I've never
done that before." She didn't move, or talk again.

A few minutes later, I rolled off her onto my back, and dozed off.

When I woke up, it was well after lunch. Mom was sleeping next to me on her back with
her legs open. I pulled the covers over her and watched her for a while. Then I ducked
under the covers, low enough that I could crawl up between her legs, careful not to
disturb her as I approached her pussy. Once there, I moved in close enough to reach
her with my tongue, and started running it up and down between her pussy lips. She
didn't respond for several minutes but I continued my gentle ministrations. Finally,
she began to moisten considerably and I could hear, even though completely covered,
her soft moaning. I moved up to her clit, enveloping it with my mouth and swirling
my tongue around it. Around and around, then down through her slit, lap, lap, lap,
and then pushing my tongue in deep and shaking my head gently from side to side. Her
moaning became more audible and her hands clutched my head, trying to pull me further
into her cunt.

I pulled my tongue out with some difficulty, stiffened it, and plunged it back in
like a little cock, initiating a series of quick jabbing motions with my whole head.
Her knees pulled and she emitted a soft wail. I plunged my head in and started to
shake it from side to side again, holding my tongue as stiff as I could, then pulling
out to tongue jab her cunt again. The bedroom was filled with her constant moaning
and the slurpy sound of my tongue moving in and out of her cunt. I moved my mouth
up to her clit again, covered it with my mouth, and sucked it in like a little popsicle.


I grasped the back of her raised thighs and shoved them up hard, bending her legs
back to her shoulder. I moved up with her pelvis tilted up off the bed, my mouth still
fastened to her pussy, my tongue still swirling around and sucking her clit. I moved
my legs up and sat, resting her ass in my crossed legs while I hunched over and sucked
her pussy, moving my hands up to the backs of her knees to keep her legs splayed lewdly
up and wide apart. I sat there with her raised ass in my lap, alternating between
sucking on her clit, lapping her pussy, and wiggling my tongue and jabbing it in her
cunt. I lost track of how long I did this but it was quite a while. My face was soaked.
When she came, she literally squirted more juice all over my mouth, neck and chest.
Her pelvis was convulsing so hard I thought she was going to break her hips. Her moans
subsided into an intelligible but repetitious monologue, "Oh God, oh God, oh God,
..."

I let her legs fall back down to the bed and moved up between them pressing my chest
down onto her tits, slipping my hands under shoulders, kissing her lightly on her
lips. She started to protest, mildly, when she felt my cock wedge its length into
the crevice of her pussy. "Don't fuck me, Timmy," she said breathlessly, "Don't fuck
me, ... I can't ..., I can't do that to your Dad, ... I can't share myself like that."
Her breathing was ragged, she was gasping as she tried to regain her breath.

"I won't, Mom, I won't. You can trust me," I assured her. I continued to rub my cock
along the length of her pussy. "I'm just going to rub on you, I won't put it in."


"OK, Timmy, good boy." Then, "Rub me Timmy, rub me." I did. Fuck she was hot. "Ohhh,
rub me, ohhhh, rrruuubbb me, Timmy, rrruuubbbb, meee."

I pulled my one hand from under her shoulder and moved my fingers up to her mouth.
I started to play with her lips as I rubbed my cock on her, moving them from side
to side, then inserted two fingers inside her. I moved them in and out of her mouth
in time to my thrusts along the length of her pussy and from side to side when I paused
to rock my cock sideways against her puffy lips.

I talked to her. "Do you suck Dad, ... do you suck him?" She shook her head ... no.
She was clearly into what we were doing and didn't want to talk but I felt an urgent
need to do this now, while she was needing.

"Then it wouldn't be sharing if someone else had your mouth, would it, Mom? I can
have your mouth because it's not sharing, right?" She shook her head ... no.

Did that mean I couldn't have it, or did it mean it would be sharing?

"Then I can have your mouth, right?"

She nodded her head. God, I was going to come. I had to get up there so I didn't waste
it on her belly and blow this opportunity, even if I did leave her hanging. I pulled
myself up to straddle her chest, pulled my fingers out of her mouth, and pushed my
cock in. Her eyes opened, looking up at my flushed face and into my wild eyes. She
could see my desperate need. I pushed my cock in, and started to fuck her mouth. I
couldn't last, I started to come almost immediately, spurting into her mouth.

Even though exhausted, I immediately lowered myself to take her pussy into my mouth,
but she grasped my head and pulled me up to lay on top of her, where I collapsed,
my head falling beside hers. She started to stroke my back with one hand, and the
back of my head with the other. Her legs wrapped around me, her feet rubbing up and
down my calves.

I was in bliss.

Later, cuddling and chatting in bed, we started necking. We engaged in an extended
snog session, arms and legs entwined, complete with more pelvic rubbing, though I
could only manage half mast. This tender time is perhaps the most memorable I have
ever spent with any woman. Although we were sure that Dad would be home late, we got
up before supper time just to be safe. This was fortunate because Dad was a bit tipsy
and tired so he returned home for dinner, arriving just a little late.

Dinner conversation with Dad turned out to be even more rewarding than the one the
night before. I was unusually inquisitive about his golf game and got him to recount
his best shots and his game plan throughout both games he had played that day. Dad
interpreted my intense interest as a desire to expand to a second sport, but I assured
him that I wished to be the family soccer star, and therefore needed to concentrate
on just that sport, while he continued his role as the family golf pro.

"You know, Dad, while I'm working hard to earn my place in the soccer world, Mom is
helping you relax to get ready for Sunday golf, and while you're chasing the links,
she helps me wind down from the stress of Saturday's games."

Dad agreed, "That's right, Tim," but looked at little bewildered about what point
I was trying to make.

"So, Mom helps us both out."

"That's right. She sure does."

"So, she should share in the glory, Dad."

"Right again, Tim," he beamed, and raised his glass of milk, "A toast to the woman
of the family. We couldn't do it without her," he said exuberantly, clicking my raised
glass and Mom's, which was hesitantly offered, and took a big swig.

"So, we would both treat Mom special, right? We're sharing her help, so we should
share in making her feel special too."

I raised my glass of milk, "To sharing Mom."

"Absolutely," my father declared, clicking my glass, "To sharing Helen."

My Mother was even more hesitant in raising her glass, but she did, taking a small
sip. Dad drained his glass, as did I. When I dropped mine down to the table, a second
before Dad, I noticed my Mom looking directly in my eyes with a curious, perhaps suspicious
look on her face. I grinned back, mouth surrounded by frothy, white milk. She looked
away as Dad finished.

Dad didn't stay for dessert. He claimed he had gotten too much fresh air. "I'm really
tired, babe," he said to Mom, "I'm going up to bed early. But I leave you in the capable
hands of my new partner here, and he will treat you special. Right champ?" he said,
turning to look at me.

"Absolutely, partner," I smiled, "I will go to any length to please Mom, ... um, I
mean ... Helen!" I grinned up at my Dad as he left the kitchen.

Mom and I had hot apple pie and french vanilla ice cream with tea, a favorite of us
both. We ate in silence.

"What was that all about," mom asked about half way through our dessert.

"What?"

"You know what. Don't play games with me, young man."

"Oh, that," I said casually, "I was just getting Dad's permission to share you." I
scooped up a large spoonful of pie and ice cream.

"You know he didn't mean what you're thinking."

"Yes, Mom, he did," I countered.

"There's no way. He was just playing up to a little macho father/son exchange. He
doesn't mean that."

"Not consciously, but he does mean it. I read about it on the internet."

"Bull."

"No, true. You said yourself this afternoon that you rarely have sex," I said, referring
to the intimate discussion we'd had during our afternoon cuddle session. "The article
on the net said that we evolved that way, elder males passed on mating rites to their
successors, and in small hunting and gathering groups this was often to their own
offspring. It was added assurance that their genes would be passed on."

"I find it hard to believe that would have relevance today."

"But it does Mom. Evolution takes a long time and, even if the context is different,
the same motivations underlie our behavior today. Dad is very aware, unconsciously
perhaps, but he is passing the torch. Even if he can't note it explicitly, he unconsciously
approves. It's built in for him to approve, because it's in his best interest, and
that of his family." "I don't know about that, Timmy."

"Read the article, Mom. I'll show it to you."

I dragged Mom up to my room to find the article on the internet. The door to their
room was closed when we passed it and you could hear my Dad already snoring behind
it. I made a production of searching for the article, but I finally found it. It was
a bit long, but I was proud of my handiwork from the night before.

Mom read the whole thing. She seemed intrigued by the twisted logic spun through the
article. Though she was quite tense when she initially sat down to read, she was relaxed
near the end, partly through her absorption in the material, and partly to the neck
and back massage I had started half way through without any reaction or notice from
her.

When she finished, we started to discuss the article and other aspects of evolutionary
behavior. We moved over to my bed and just lay on our sides, spaced apart, talking
like a couple of friends. I didn't try to get close to Mom while she was on my bed.
Instead, I suggested, after a long while, that we go downstairs, have some tea, and
watch a late movie. As we left my room, I naturally put my arm around her slender
waist, pulling her in, possessively, close to me. When we reached her room, she paused
and whispered, though Dad couldn't hear anything through his snoring, "Go downstairs
and put the tea on, honey. I'm going to change for bed first. I'll be right there."


The kettle had boiled, the tea was well steeped and I had eaten several pieces of
lemon bread by the time Mom came downstairs. But the wait was worth it. She wore a
pale blue shawl that fell from her shoulder to her knee. It was made of a shiny, silky
material that clung to her figure. Under it, as I could see because it was open down
the front, a very sheer nightie accented rather than hid her taut stomach and beautiful
small breasts with their prominent nipples. It was very difficult to ignore these
perfect little gems, jostling as she moved elegantly toward me, but I forced myself
to continue my gaze down her lovely body. The nightie ended just above mid thigh,
and her gorgeous legs continued down to her bare feet. Yes, bare feet, no heel, no
slippers. She remembered. I loved Mom so much for offering this fabulous sensual and
sexual display.

She stopped and stood in front of me. "I'm going to make us some hot chocolate instead
of tea, sweetheart. You find a movie, and I'll be right back. Stay here," and she
swept away into the kitchen.

Having anticipated a long challenge to convince Mom that Dad implicitly understood
my view of sharing, I was shocked at this turn of events. Now I could hardly wait
for her to return, my cock threatening to burst through the pajamas I had returned
to my room to don. This was the point on the planet where water took the longest time
to boil. But she had said to stay put and I didn't want to jeopardize anything now.
I needed to react to her. I had a lot to lose by pushing.

When Mom returned, she had one large mug of hot chocolate, topped with a mound of
whipped cream. She leaned across me, her little pears hanging down in front of my
face, and placed it on the end table beside me. Slowly. And then she sat down right
beside me, her thigh pressed tightly against mine.

"Gee, don't I get some," I asked, looking forlorn.

"We're sharing," she stated quietly. "Turn the movie on."

I was quite caught off guard, my cock starting to rise immediately. It was hard to
keep up with my Mom. Five minutes into the movie, Mom asked me for some hot chocolate.
I passed the mug to her.

"No, you hold it. Give me a little sip."

I raised the mug to her mouth and cautiously tipped it against her pouting lips. She
slurped it, making more sucking sounds than necessary, I'm sure. After putting the
mug back on the table, I turned to find her smiling at me with whipped cream all around
her mouth and some on her pretty little nose. Her eyes were sparkling, "Clean me up,
baby," she whispered huskily, and raised her face up to me.

I moved in and started to lick her face with long, slow licks. When she was clean,
I kissed her, pushing my tongue inside near the end of the kiss. Then I broke to watch
the movie. In less than a minute, I heard a husky whisper, "More hot chocolate."

The whipped cream was almost gone but she took a bigger sip this time, getting me
to tip it up so that more spilled around her mouth. "Clean me," she commanded when
done. I did, kissing her several times, longer with each kiss, my tongue within her
for each one. I again turned to the movie.

"More."

I picked up the mug and turned to her.

"Not that."

I put it down and turned to take her into my arms, engaging in a long, intense kiss.
When I pulled up, she said, "Touch me."

I reached down and grasped her tit, massaging it through the thin material, bending
her already hard nipple against my palm.

"Not there. Touch my pussy. I asked Dad if he wanted to share me when I got changed,"
she explained. "He didn't say no, so I think he wants me to."

She raised her lips up to mine again, "Touch me, Timmy," and slipped her tongue into
my mouth.

Our kiss had barely started when I slipped my hand between her open legs onto her
bare pussy. I rubbed it back and forth, and side to side. I didn't stop kissing her,
both of us breathing through our nose. I slipped several fingers into her wet hole
and started to frig her, twisting and holding my hand against her for a moment with
each plunge.

I broke our kiss. I couldn't help myself, I cried hoarsely to her, "I love the feel
of your cunt, Mom, I just love it."

Her eyes smoldered at me, "Then put yourself in it."

I stood up and dropped my pajama bottoms, throwing my shirt aside as well. I put my
knees between hers on the couch. She pushed herself up, making room for me. I shoved
my knees right to the back of the couch, hooked my elbows under her knees, lifted
her up and held her. I lined my cock up under her open hole and lowered her down onto
it. I groaned.

"Oh, God, baby, oh god," she moaned in response.

I held still with my cock embedded fully in her. She opened her eyes, and they started
to sparkle again when she startled me with a husky laugh.

"Sharesies," she laughed, and rocked her cunt against me, using her ass to push herself
away from the back of the couch onto my cock.

I groaned again and started plunging my cock in and out of her. No finesse. I just
started fucking her hard. Bam, bam, bam, slap, slap, slap. How could Dad sleep through
that? If he came out of his room, the first thing he'd see would be his son hammering
his wife on the couch. Who cares? I'd die for this.

I didn't slow down until I came. Then I kept holding her up for several more minutes,
thrusting up into her every few seconds, further and further apart, until I finally
pulled out and stood up.

"Stay and watch the movie with me sweetie," Mom implored me when I started to turn
away to use the washroom to clean up. I turned back, sat down, and pulled her close
against me. We watched the movie for another fifteen minutes or so, then she stood
and walked to the far end of the living room. She paused, turned half toward me and
said, "It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes for my boy to recover." Then she
turned, kneeled down, and leaned over the ottoman, the backs of her thighs open to
me and the short skirt of her nightie leaving the bottom of her pussy exposed.

I stood and moved toward her, my cock thickening as I walked. I froze, and quickly
glanced up the stairs. Was that movement? I stared upstairs. Long seconds passed.


"Hurry, baby."

"Shhh, Mom."

"Please, I need it."

"Just wait."

"No. If you want it, come now."

I tore my eyes away from the top of the stairs. Looking down, I saw that she had pulled
her nightie up over her back, baring her ass, and spreading her legs.

Dad left my consciousness. I knelt behind her and fed my cock into her wet, steamy
pussy. I started into her with long, slow strokes, and kept this up for a while. My
urgent need was gone. Now I needed to fuck her better than she was used to. I didn't
want to just share, I wanted to be her best man, the one she chose first, the one
she'd do anything for. I suddenly started ramming my cock into her, fucking her furiously
for a full minute, then I stopped, fully plugged into her and swirled my cock around,
moving her butt in little circles. Then I pulled out completely. Her loud moaning
toned down into a soft whimpering. I slowly pushed my cock into her again and started
my long, slow strokes again. Pausing as if to start ramming her again, I fooled her
by pushing it in slowly to the hilt and then grinding her around again. Pulling almost
completely out, I started rapidly ramming her again. I kept repeating this change-up,
eventually grasping her hair and gently pulling her head back until her face was fully
forward. Her moaning undulating up and down the sound scale, at the lower, guttural
end.

I wished I could have fucked her forever like that, but we eventually came, lying
together for several minutes afterwards, silently, except for our breathing which
slowly came under control. She got up and disappeared upstairs. I turned off the lights
and followed. When I passed her bedroom door, I noticed she had left it ajar. But
then she came out of the bathroom, smiled when she saw me, reaching up to kiss me.


"See you next Sunday." Then she laughed throatily and bounced into her room, shutting
the door behind her.

Had she opened the door on her way to the bathroom, or left it open when she first
came down? Or had Dad really been there?

