James sat on the edge of his bed. He wiped a hand through his blonde hair as he contemplated his next actions. He wore a plain white shirt and faded blue jeans with thin but stylish tears that ran horizontally across the knees. His blue eyes glanced over at the digital alarm clock that sat on his dresser. Across the hall was the bathroom, steam rose up in thin wispy coils from beneath the door. The light glowed through the cracks in the door and James could clearly see that the door was not completely closed nor was it locked. His mother, Claire, never shut the door. James contemplated his next actions, the same way he did almost every morning.
The shower turned off and the curtain drew open with a sound of metal rings moving across a metal rod. James went rigid and a few moments later his mother walked out. The door opened and a blast of warm humid steam filled air rushed into the open hall. Clair was a beautiful woman in her early forties. Slightly taller than average with brunette hair that hung down past her shoulders, a body that she worked on every day in the gym. She had kind blue eyes and full pink lips that smiled with the warmth of the sun in a summer day. A pink fluffy towel was wrapped around her body and another towel wrapped at her head. Her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she walked out of the bathroom. Her hips swung naturally from side to side and the towel only just covered her perky ass. James stared at his mother and his everything went stiff.
"Good morning sweetie." She said.
"M-morning mom." He stuttered in reply.
"I'll be out in just a few minutes to take you to school. Make sure you have all your things together." She said and walked into her room and shut the door. James wiped away the sweat that covered his forehead and hands. He stood up and grabbed his backpack and checked to ensure he had all his textbooks. James glanced over his shoulder to the hall and contemplated doing it. James was eighteen and a freshman in college.
He was taller than the average boy, slightly more muscular and to top it all off, he was in love with his mother. He hadn't realized it until he noticed he was having feelings that he had only had about his first girlfriend. For two years he had been pining over his mother. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to touch her and kiss her and...he turned away and zipped up his backpack and headed down the stairs. James couldn't tell his mother about how he felt. He was sure that she'd reject him or maybe send him away to a boarding school or to go live with his father across the country. Neither of which he wanted to do. He only had two more years left of school. Once he was twenty and going to work he could tell her the truth. James swallowed hard and adjusted his pants. He wondered if he could wait another two years.
Clair sat on the edge of her bed. The warmth of her skin from the shower was spreading to places. The feel of the soft fabric on her skin brought about a sensation that triggered sensual thoughts. She let the towel unravel and fall to the bed. She got up and walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. In it were all her delicates. Thongs, panties, bras and such. She pushed them aside and at the front was a small little tab. She pulled it and the hidden bottom lifted up and under the fake drawer were several sex toys. A series of anal plugs. A couple vibrators and some dildos. She pulled out the shortest vibrator and sat back down on the bed. She opened her legs and switched it on.
The toy hummed to life and she pressed it against her soft wet lips. Pleasure crept up her vagina and along her labia and she moved up and down. She leaned back and tilted head back as the vibrating dildo reached her clitoris. Claire stifled a moan and pressed the head of the toy against her clitoris with more pressure. "James" she gasped softly, barely a whisper. She moved the head of the vibrator in slow but steady circles around her clitoris. The pressure inside of her was building. "James" she said again. She stifled another moan which escaped in the form of a whine as she climaxed.
She twitched as the orgasm pulsed through her body for a few more seconds. Claire wished that James would accidentally walk in on her at that time, it was why she left every door unlocked and cracked open. Claire wanted to tell him just how much she wanted him, how much she loved him and desired him. Claire sighed and turned the toy off and sat up. She was in love with her own son. She mentally berated herself for having such thoughts but at the same time she couldn't help it. James was growing up and he was looking more like a handsome man with each passing year.
He was tall and strong. In fact, last time they went into the doctor's office he was measured at being six foot and one inch and there was still room for him to grow taller. She stood up and tried to wipe away the thoughts. The kind where she went to her son and expressed her deepest love for him and where he embraced her and took her in the thralls of passion. Claire knew that wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen. She put on a par of satin blue panties and a blue lace bra. She slipped on a deep grey beach dress. It was strapless and went all the way down to her ankles but it was tight and showed off her curves. Claire grabbed her purse and walked down the stairs.
"You ready to go?" She asked.
James smiled and stared at her. The beach dress she wore hugged her D cup breasts and her ass tightly. His crotch tightened and he turned away from her so she wouldn't see. They walked out and got into the four door sky blue van and headed down the road. James tried to keep his eyes on anything besides his mother's nipples which he could see through the fabric of her bra and dress. His pants suddenly felt way too tight. He fantasized about unzipping them and pulling it out and imagined her stroking him with her free hand. His pants got too tight and he could clearly see the outline of his penis. It was only a five minute drive to school. He tried to think of anything else.
"What's your plan for the day mom?" He asked.
"Well I have to do some grocery shopping and then meet Elizabeth at the cafe and probably go to the gym after that." She replied. The van came to a stop outside of the school front and James was quick to get out. Standing outside of the doors was a gorgeous girl with thin glasses and a thin frame and long brown hair. She was short and her curves were subtle but there. "Thanks mom." He said as he opened the door.
"Hi Amy." Claire waved as the gorgeous girl, Amy, walked up. Amy and James had gone to the same school since they were in first grade, they were practically siblings.
"Good morning Ms. Lumin." Amy said.
"You two behave and have a good day." Claire said.
James shut the door and walked with Amy to the school.
Claire drove off all the while rubbing her moist wet pussy with her free hand. She noticed it when she was driving. The outline of her son's hard cock through his tight jeans. It was evident and she imagined pulling over, unzipping his pants and stroking it. She imagined the look of pure bliss on his face as she stroked his cock slowly. She rubbed her pussy a little more vigorously as she fantasized about how big and thick his cock looked. How it would feel in her hands. The thick veins and the swollen head and the warm precum that would leak out and onto her fingers. Claire stopped at the light and pinched her clitoris and fingered her pussy and let out a loud moan as she climaxed into an orgasm.
"So? How'd it go?" Amy asked.
"It didn't go. I couldn't do it." James replied.
Amy took him by the hand and led him down the stairs and across a long hall that emptied into a dead end hallway. Hardly anyone ever came there. She put James against the wall and stared at him, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed.
"We talked about this yesterday. And the week before that and then before that." Amy said. "You love her don't you?"
James blushed but nodded. "I love you too though." He added.
"And I love you but we agreed you'd tell her. I don't mind sharing you James but you pining over your mother for two years just won't do." Amy said and leaned in and kissed him softly. "I want us to be happy James but you need to tell your mom."
"What if she denies me and then sends me to live with my father?" He asked.
"I'll move there with you." She replied and kissed him again. Her hand traveled down to his pants and slowly unzipped the zipper. Her fingers slid in and wrapped around his cock which flopped out. A smile graced her beautiful face and she got down on her knees.
"James. Promise me you'll tell your mom tonight." Amy said. "I'm tired of hiding our relationship. I want our fantasy to become a reality." She wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked on just the head.
James had what Amy referred to as 'porn star cock' it was nearly three inches thick and well over six inches long.
"I promise." James moaned. "I'll tell her. I want us to be together. I want all of this."
Amy moaned as she drew in his cock. They had been training each other for years. Amy had been training James on not cumming too quickly while he had been training her on how to deep throat. James no longer came within the first five minutes and he could even last up to thirty minutes on good days. Amy however wasn't able to last long, she just couldn't quite take all of him. Even as she took his cock it stuffed her mouth and she couldn't help but gag as his cock hit the curve of her throat just before the throat barrier. Amy was already pink in the face and her vagina was dripping. Sucking a massive cock always made her pussy wet. She pulled away and stood back up. James gave her a disappointed look.
"Tell your mother tonight, and I will finish you-" she smirked, "-unless of course your mother finishes you herself."
Claire sat in the Preggo cafe, a high class Italian bistro. The tables were all square and had just enough space for two people. Her friend, Elizabeth Smithers,(Liz) a thin brown haired woman with brown eyes and jagged cheeks sipped her mocha across from her. Occasionally dipping a biscotti in the coffee.
"So?" Liz asked with a thin mischievous grin, "did you tell him yet?"
Claire blushed and sipped at her medium blend coffee, she shook her head though.
"Why not?" Liz asked, "what is the worst that could happen?"
"The worst?" Claire asked. "He could hate me or could move away from me or...or..."
"Or he could reciprocate your feelings."
Claire huffed out a harsh chuckle, "that is unlikely Liz."
"As unlikely as it was when my own son did?" Liz replied. "When I told Henry he was just as loving as me. James might love you too."
