A Mother and Son Escape

I would like to start by thanking everyone for their reviews. Your responses are what made me continue the story. As always, constructive criticism is always welcome. I had no clue where the story would go next until I began to write. Thank you for reading and I hope you like the next chapter. I'm sorry that there wasn't immediate sex. I was hoping to provide a build up. Things will soon begin to heat up between Jason and Becky.

A little later I woke up. The sun wasn't up yet and I looked at the clock. It was only 4:00 AM. I thought that Mom was asleep until I heard her sigh deeply a couple of times. I could tell that she was tossing and turning as the creaks from her bed echoed in the room.

"I really wish she could sleep," I thought to myself. Now that I was awake my mind began to spiral again. Various thoughts were flooding my mind like tidal waves. There were thoughts of our run, thoughts of tomorrow and they all always led back to thoughts of Dad. I released a frustrated sigh and heard Mom roll over again.

Due to her not being able to keep still it was apparent that she was becoming angry and that her brain wouldn't shut up enough for her to be able to drift off. I kept hearing her utter various things under her breath, but couldn't make them out no matter how hard I tried. The occasional crack in her voice told me that she had started crying again. I longed and yearned to comfort her like she did me but I didn't want to embarrass her.

"That stupid and mean and drunk son of a bitch. How could Jim do this to us. What are we gonna do now? I'm a house wife. I haven't worked in years. Maybe we should go back and apologize." I was finally able to understand some of what she was saying and I didn't like what I was hearing. For a moment I thought I was dreaming until I heard her sniffle and came back to reality.

I didn't want her to know that I was awake and eavesdropping so I began to slow and deepen my breathing so that she would think that I'm asleep. I felt a tear fall from my eye as I thought of her going back to that bastard. "I can't let it happen. I refuse to let it happen. No way will she ever subject herself to him again," I thought to myself.

I began to wrestle with myself as to whether or not I should go to her. She needs someone to talk to and lean on but I knew that she also wouldn't want me to know that I knew that she was really considering this.

What seemed like an eternity had only been about ten or fifteen minutes as I laid there trying to go back to sleep. My eyes were heavy and my body was feeling tired, but I wasn't able to actually doze off. It was frustrating and annoying just laying there not being able to do anything.

It wasn't long before I heard the sniffling get closer and the side of the bed dip down. She had climbed into bed with me. I let out a couple of fake and soft snores so that she didn't think I was awake. She was slow crawling in with me. I assume that she didn't want to wake me. My heart began to race and I thought that it was about to jump out of my chest. When she got closer my eyes shot open. No longer was it possible for me to keep them shut. The closer she got the more I began to tremble. We had slept in the same bed before when I was growing up. I had no clue why I was so nervous this time. No matter how hard I thought about it my mind couldn't come up with a good reason.

The bed over again and I felt her cuddle up next to me. She laid her arm across my waist. I tried to make my body as stiff as a board, but I couldn't stop the goosebumps that began to cover my body. Her body heat felt good against me. A soft sigh crept through my lips as she got as close to me as she could. My legs and arms became as stiff as a board. With each passing second I could feel my pulse and my blood pressure rise. I wasn't this nervous before my high school finals. The only time I had been this scared was only a few hours earlier when I had stood up to Dad.

"Jason, Honey, are you awake, Sweetheart?" she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath against my sent chills rushing up and down my spine causing me to shiver. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help but smile. My internal monologue and thoughts began to race again. "What's happening? Is she wanting comfort? Is she wanting affection? What do I do? Do I play asleep and ignore her? Do I let her know I'm awake and risk freaking her out? Why would she freak out? She approached me after all. She crawled into my bed and snuggled up to me and whispered softly into my ear. I have to be over thinking this," I continued to think. My thoughts had turned into an interrogation in my head. The angel and devil on each shoulder were battling out as I tried to figure out what was right and what was wrong.

Eventually I gave in and snuggled back against her. "Is everything okay, Mom? Do you need to talk?" I asked calmly hoping that she would think I had just woken up and wasn't eavesdropping on her. She sighed and I could tell that she was nervous. The nervous lump returned to my throat and the butterflies began to erupt in my stomach as my trembling increased.

"Honey, will you hold me?" she asked quietly. "Please. I just need to be held" she continued into my ear. Her warm breath was driving me insane. Her hand began to slowly and gently rub my stomach. My cock twitches in my boxers and begin to harden. A slight sigh turned into a soft moan. "Mmmmm," I replied as her silky soft hands continued to caress me. By now my dick was rock hard and poking through the fly of my underwear. I wanted to role over and hold her, but if she felt my steel hard rod poking into her I would be absolutely mortified.

My nerves were going crazy. I was unable to respond. I nodded my head yes even though I knew she wouldn't be able to see it in the dark. I let out another moan as her silky soft fingers continue to trace lines and circles around my abdomen. I began thinking of baseball and science and anything else that came to mind in an attempt to make my raging hard on go away. This was torture. More crazy thoughts crashed into my head with each second, "Is Mom hitting on me? Is she trying to put the moves on me? Do I have a thing for her? Jason, she's your mom, quit acting crazy."

Finally realizing that my erection isn't going down anytime soon I cautiously rolled over being careful not to poker her. I wrapped my arm around her stomach keeping my hardness as far away as possible. As soon as my arm made contact she interlocked her fingers with mine and held them close to her chest. Taking a deep breath she said "Thank you, Honey. I'm sorry I woke you" as she exhaled slowly through her little button nose. She rolled over a bit pulling me with her. My hand was being held against her breasts. As she rolled she held onto me tightly causing me to roll with her. The next thing I knew my manhood was laying against her butt and I was praying that she didn't notice. Blood rushed to my face as heat crept up my chest and neck. If it wasn't dark my embarrassment would have been obvious.

"Mmmm...thank you, Honey. I just need to feel close to someone tonight. Try to relax and go back to sleep, Sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom. I'm here for you," I responded with a nervous crack in my voice. I thought that I heard her giggle, but decided to let it go.

Needless to say I wasn't able to sleep. My constant thoughts of Dad had turned to constant thoughts of Mom. They were new feelings and images that were popping into my head over and over. A lot of them were thoughts that weren't...natural. Her hand was soft as she clutched mine to her chest. I could feel my breathing deepen as time goes by. The jasmine scent of her hair was causing my teenage hormones to go into hyperdrive. My hard on needed relief, but I knew that I couldn't leave her right then. There was no way that I was going to go anywhere at this moment.

A minute later she placed my hand on her thigh as we laid together on our sides. Her skin was warm and soft. I could tell my palms were beginning to sweat and not wanting to gross her out I wiped it off on the sheet and placed it back on her leg. I lost all control of my body as my own fingertips began to trace the same circles and lines on her leg that she did on my stomach. Mom sighed contentedly over and over. I was relieved to know that she was beginning to relax. I was glad that one of us was able to. I couldn't remember the last time I was this worked up and horny. Now it was my turn for my breathing to deepen. With each breath I took and each beat of my heart my cock twitched and jumped against her. There is no way that she couldn't have felt that. The dreaded nervous lump strikes back in my throat and when I try to swallow it away it immediately returns. Being you and naïve I had no clue what to do. All I knew is that I needed relief.

That's when I heard Moms musical and angelic voice whisper to me. "Honey, it's a natural reaction. I can tell that you're nervous. Try to calm down, Sweetheart. It's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. You can't help it," she said trying to reassure me.

I could tell through the sound of her voice that she was smiling. A wave of relief washes over me knowing that she wasn't freaking out. She brushed her hair out of her face causing some to land in my face as we spooned together. The smell of her shampoo was driving me insane with lust. I inhaled deeply savoring the scent as I did so.

"Besides Sweetie, I used to change your diapers and wipe your butt. It's not like I haven't seen it or felt it before," she stated jokingly. She began to giggle again and her infectious laugh caused the same response from me as I snickered a couple of times. I was still amazed that even after all she had been through tonight that she was still trying to protect my feelings and save me from any humiliation.

I continued to breathe in her smell. It was sweet and fresh and...and...and it was enticing. Every time I inhaled a chill crept up my spine. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't deny my attraction to my mother and believe me, I have been trying. Getting a hard on because of your own mom isn't exactly the most normal thing in the world.

Through our little chit chat I had failed to notice that my hand and fingers were still grazing the silky smooth skin on her thigh. My hand had developed a mind of its own.

"Mmm, Sweetheart, that feels nice. I'll give you forever to stop, Honey," she said in a relaxed tone. Her words and voice made me happy. It sounded as though she was able to escape thoughts of Dad even if only for a moment. I could hear her breathing deepen and feel goosebumps cover her leg. It gave me a little thrill knowing that have caused her nerves to calm. She was no longer trembling that I was.

I remembered reading somewhere that a lot of girls like to have their hair stroked. With my other arm I quickly reached up and began to run my fingers through her golden blond locks as I continued to stroke her thigh with my other hand. Not only did her hair smell amazing, but it was incredibly soft. She sighed again with each soft caress of my hand through her hair. I couldn't help but smile. We laid there in this position before Mom spoke again.

"Jason, Honey, thank you for this. I really needed it. I have rarely slept alone in the last eighteen years and I just needed...well, I don't know what I needed exactly, but this is perfect."

"No need to thank me, Mom. I'm glad to do it," I said with another crack in my voice. My face turned beet red when my voice cracked. I was afraid I sounded like some kid going through puberty. Mom just laughed lovingly. "I'm glad my voice can amuse you, Mom."

She removed my hand from her thigh and rolled over to face me before returning my hand to where it was. Her Bon Jovi shirt had ridden up and I could faintly see her flat stomach from the moonlight that cascaded through the curtains. Mom kissed the corner of my mouth like she has done a thousand times in my life. "Jason, I wasn't laughing at you like that. I just thought it was absolutely adorable the way your voice cracked."

If she could've seen the expression on my face she would've laughed again. I could feel the heat as blood rushed to my face and I buried my head in the pillow. She softly chuckled again knowing that she embarrassed me. By now my hand had found its way to her side and again I could feel my cock twitch against her thigh and again I buried my face in the pillow.

"Jason, what did I tell you about being embarrassed about that?" she asked. "Besides, from the feel of it you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," she said as she playfully slapped my chest. As my hand caressed her side her hand did the same with my chest. Now we were both trembling. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Mom leaned forward to kiss me again, but this time her soft lips landed straight on mine instead of the corner like earlier. The kiss lingered for a moment and her hand never left my chest. My heart had begun racing again and I was almost sure that people in the next town over could hear it beating with the way it was pounding in my chest. The butterflies in my stomach were back only now they were going bat shit insane.

"Ummm...Mom...what's going on here?" I asked nervously. While my voice didn't crack this time it was obviously shaking. Having zero experience with girls I had no clue what to do or what was happening. With raging hormones and a rush of bravery I began to grind my hardness against her. The feeling of my cock against her soft boy short panties caused my eyes to roll back in my head. A moan of pleasure snuck through my lips. Coming back to my senses I pulled my groin away from her.

I backed my crotch about an inch away before she spoke. "No Honey, please don't leave. Come back to me," she stated with a strong sense of need in her voice. She sounded desperate and my heart almost broke for her. The yearning in her voice made me nervous. Within the past few hours I had heard fear and anger in her voice. I had also heard relief and even laughter. But never in my life had I heard the need and hunger in her voice that I was hearing now. "Please don't go, Sweetie. I need you next to me. Will you hold Mommy, please?"

My mouth was dry and I wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in my throat. My nervous trembling had turned into full on shaking. "Did she just say Mommy? How can I say no to that?" I began to ask myself. More and more questions were invading my mind. With my inexperience I had no clue what was going on. Mom kissed me again and the kiss lingered even longer this time. She moaned quietly as our lips met. Her small hand was still caressing my chest and tracing circles around my nipples. Then it was my turn to moan. "Mmmm," was the only sound I could make. I began to speak before Mom stopped me. "Don't speak, Honey. Not now. Not tonight, Sweetie."

There were so many things I wanted to say and ask at this moment. There were countless answers that my mind was begging for. All of those thoughts evaporated immediately the very moment she said "Shhhhh" and wrapped her small, feminine and manicured hand around my length. She ran her thumb across my swollen and purple head. I could feel the precum begin to make my hard rod slick as she fondled me.

By now my hand was under her shirt leaving soft scratches up and down her back. I was dying to touch her breasts, but knowing this was too good to be true I was terrified of her realizing what was happening and stopping me. My hand moved from her back to her side and up along the outside of her ribcage. She seemed to know what I was thinking. I heard her swallow and shake her head. "It's okay, Honey, you can touch, Mommy. I want you to touch Mommy, Baby," she softly stated giving me the go ahead to proceed.

My hand came around and cupped her breast with my thumb lightly across the nipple. I felt her areola tighten and her nipple harden. "Mmm, just like that, Jason. Keep touching Mommy like that, please Baby."

Hearing her say "Mommy" sounded strange, but each time she uttered that word my dick would twitch and another drop of precum would ooze out of the bulbous head. Our lips met again only this time it was myself who initiated the kiss. Each one becomes more passionate than the previous. We were both moaning into each other's mouths as they opened and our tongues began to dance. The only sounds to be heard in the room were sounds of pleasure and bliss as our bodies began to get to know each other.

"Please touch Mommy, Baby...down there," she said desperately with trepidation in her voice. She removed her hand from my penis I whimpered like an injured puppy. Grabbing my hand she removed it from her breast and slowly slid it down her stomach and beneath her panties. "That's it, Honey. Yes, touch Mommy's pussy. I'm so wet, baby."

She lifted her torso and peeled her shirt off tossing it onto the floor. "I love you, sweetheart," she stated affectionately with a cracking and nervous voice. Moms fingers were quickly in my hair pulling my head down to her breasts before pushing my boxers down and grabbing my cock again. I began to suckle on her diamond hard nipples as I did everything in my power to get my underwear off of me. Even with no experience I assumed I was doing the right things from the noises that she was making. When I bit and tugged on her nipple she let out a yelp of pleasure. "Ohhhh Honey!"

Her hand began to speed up on my cock. My breathing was getting heavier. Even though I have jerked off hundreds of times it never once felt like this. Every nerve ending was on fire as beads of sweat began to build on my chest and back. Soon my breathing had gone from heavy to quick and labored.

"Mom, that feels amazing. Please don't stop, Mom. You have the hands of an angel and the touch of a goddess."

She moaned again as our forbidden act continued. The taboo nature of our tryst only turned me on more and I had a feeling that it was doing the same to her. My fingers found her clit and I began to rub it quickly.

"Call me Mommy, Baby, please Sweetheart, call me Mommy," she cried as she began to grind herself against my fingers. Her body began to tense as I heard sounds that I had never heard from my mother before.

"Holy shit! Can't believe this is really happening. I can't believe I'm laying here finger fucking my mom while she gives me a hand job," I thought to myself. I was almost delirious. My mind was spinning. I never thought in a million years that this would happen to me...especially with my own mother.

"Oohhhhh Baby! Yes yes yes, Baby! Just like that! Just like that! Mommy's gonna cum, Sweetheart! Please make Mommy cum!"

I thrust two fingers into her bare and soaking wet pussy while I used my thumb to attack her clit. My mouth latched onto her tit and I began to suck hard as my tongue continued to flick quickly across her rock hard nipple. I could feel my own orgasm building within me. I was torn between wanting to make the last and wanting to cum. Precum was oozing liberally now and I knew that when I blew my load it was gonna be massive.

"Cum for your little boy, Mommy. I wanna see you cum! Cum for me, Mommy! Cum for your son, your only child! Cum, Mommy, cum!"

Her entire body tensed up as her mouth attacked mine and she forced her tongue into my mouth. She began to stroke me faster. I was gonna cum any second now.

"Mommy's gonna cum, Baby! Mommy's gonna cum! Cum with me, Baby! Here...I...CUUUUUUMMM!!!," she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body. Her arms and legs began to twitch as her pussy flooded my hand. I started to remove my fingers, but she shoved them back inside.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, Mommy!" I exclaimed through heavy breaths. I could feel my balls begin to tighten and I could feel that tell-tale tingle travel up my legs."