"How about these?" Drew said, holding a garter belt and stockings.
"They could work," Maggie said. "I also need to get new underwear. I'm running out," she winked.
Drew knew what she meant. Ever since they had started fooling around together, she had to change panties as much as twice a day, so often were they having sex.
Drew followed his mother into a fitting room stall and locked the door behind him. There was barely enough room for both of them to stand up in it. They were chest to chest, inches away from each other. Drew was the one who initiated the kissing. Maggie draped her arms around her son's broad shoulders, as Drew gripped her at the waist. They sucked on each other's tongue and saliva until their mouths were dry, so intense was their longing.
Maggie looked down at the raging hard on Drew had developed in his pants. "I think I need to get you home," she smiled.
They paid for their new selections at the register and drove home together, Maggie massaging the bulge in her son's crotch all the way home. She delighted at the thought of all the cum that was building up in his balls. Once, after they hadn't had sex for an entire weekend, Drew had filled a shot glass to the brim with his cum. Maggie had licked her lips and swished around the contents of the glass before downing it in one full swoop. She loved her son's cum, loved how bitter and thick it tasted.
When they got home, Maggie went straight to the bathroom and changed into her new outfit: stockings and garter belt. When she came out, Drew was lying on the marital bed, naked. Maggie got a real kick out of having sex with Drew on the very same bed in which she slept with her husband at night. The husband had no idea, even though once when she and Drew weren't careful Drew had cum in the sheets and they had forgotten to wash them.
Maggie stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her hand cocked on her hip. "What do you think?"
Drew's mouth was gaping. His cock, all nine inches of it, was fully erect. "I think you look amazing."
Maggie smiled. "That's my boy." And she got in bed with him. She straddled him and rode him within an inch of his life, pausing whenever she knew he was close and then starting up again. This way, when he did cum, he would shoot loads upon loads.
When Drew was spent, Maggie rolled off him and they lay in bed together staring at the ceiling.
"Aren't you going to take your pill?" Drew asked.
Maggie had been on the pill ever since Drew was born. But recently she had stopped taking it.
"I think I want to have another child," Maggie said. "Does that scare you?"
"It doesn't," Drew said. "It would make me the happiest man in the world."
"Are you serious?"
"I am."
Maggie leaned over and kissed him. "You know having a baby is a lot of work."
"You mean changing diapers," Drew said.
"No," she said, circling his stomach with her finger. "In bed, I mean. You more have to do it several times to ensure conception."
Drew gulped.
"We'd have to do it while I'm ovulating."
That was the problem. Their love making was sporadic and unplanned at best. They only did it when her husband was out of town or at work. Sometimes they would go weeks without having sex, which only made it all the more passionate when they did.
"We'll have to go away for the weekend," she said. "And your father sure as hell can't come along."
The thought of spending the weekend alone with his mother tantalized him. "When?"
"I'll talk to your father. I'll see what I can do."
Then she looked at her watch. "You know, he won't be home for another hour." Drew grinned. He was already hard again.
Maggie convinced her husband that she was taking Drew away for the weekend to visit colleges. "That sounds like an excellent idea," the husband said. "When do we leave?"
"I was thinking just Drew and I would go. You could stay here and relax. Have your friends over and play poker."
He thought about it. "You know what, that sounds like a great idea. I haven't had a guy's night in ages. You're sweet to think of me that way."
"No problem, dear. It's my pleasure."
Maggie and Drew left on a Friday afternoon after work. They drove to a motel on the outskirts of town where no one would recognize them. Drew stayed in the car while Maggie asked about a room. When she came back to the car, she was all smiles.
"What did you get?" Drew asked.
"All they had left was the honeymooners' suite."
"How appropriate."
The room had a heart shaped bed, a Jacuzzi and ice cold champagne and strawberries. Drew popped the cork on the champagne and poured them two glasses. "To us," he said.
"I'll drink to that," Maggie said. "I'm going to take a shower, all right sweetheart?" And she kissed him on the cheek.
Maggie didn't bother closing the door to the bathroom and Drew watched her undress from the vantage point of the bed. She still had a great body, curvy enough to make any man drop to his knees. She pulled off her panties and Drew noticed that she had shaved. He was flattered that she had done that for him, although he didn't mind her dark tuft of pubic hair. In fact, he liked it. It made her seem more womanly, not like these plastic bimbos one sees on TV.
She turned on the shower head and started to lather her breasts. They were large and heavy and pale, with areolas as wide as saucers. Drew loved that about her. He loved how her nipples filled his mouth. And once she started lactating, they would only grow bigger. Drew could look forward to that.
She then directed her lathering to her nether regions, to her shaved pussy and heart shaped ass. Drew could eat off that ass. In fact, he enjoyed tonguing her asshole as much as her pussy. Sometimes, if he was lucky, she would let him in the backdoor. She liked it enough, she said, but it left her sore for days, so long and thick was Drew's shaft and so tight was her anus. In recent months, she had been trying to loosen it to accommodate Drew's large penis by exercising her sphincter muscles and playing with vibrators. The problem with anal sex, Maggie soon realized, was that once a man had a taste of it, he soon lost interest in other aspects of sex. And if she was going to get pregnant, anal sex would be of no help.
"Honey, can you pass me a wash cloth?" Maggie shouted from the bathroom.
"Why, of course, mom." He walked into the bathroom and passed the cloth over the top of the shower door. Maggie could tell he was staring.
"You can stay if you want," she said.
"I'd like that." He had been nursing a boner on the drive over. Maggie had refused to give him relief, however, wanting him to save up his energy and sperm for tonight.
"Drew!" Maggie said. He had started to undress and was stepping into the shower with her. Her protests were in vain. He was no sooner standing naked beside her in the shower stall, his cock fully erect.
"Can you get my back, sweetie?" And she turned her back to him.
Drew started to rub the cloth over her shoulders and back, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her ass, glistening with soapy water. He took a step closer so his dick was pushing up against her ass cheeks. Maggie moaned.
"Not there honey," she said.
But Drew wasn't listening to her. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forward so she was bent over.
"Drew! I said no!"
With the soapy water running between her ass, it was easy for Drew to negotiate his penis into her anal canal. The head pushed in past her tight sphincter easily enough, and the rest of his cock seemed to be swallowed up whole by her ass. He had never been in so deep.
Maggie steadied herself against the shower door. Her knees almost buckled. "Drew, stop it," she said. But who was she kidding? She liked it as much as he did. Drew pumped in and out, staring down at his penis as it stretched out her pink pucker beyond belief. The exercising and vibrators had worked. She was more supple now, her anus just another cavity like her mouth and her pussy longing to be filled by his young man cock.
