James awoke in the morning and leaned up. His body ached with muscles sore and joints stiff. He glanced around and realized he was not in his own bed. He turned to his side and found his mother sound asleep. He wondered if it had all been a dream. The feel of his mother's lips. The taste of her saliva, the feel of her body beneath his and on top of him. It was all surreal.
He slid out of bed and crept to the door and quickly got dressed. He put on a pair of faded jeans and a white shirt, performed his usual morning routine and left a note at Claire's bed stand. He slipped out of the house quietly and unlocked his bike and hopped on. His first class was still hours away but he had something much more important to attend to. He pulled out his phone and dialed out.
"Amy when you get this message meet me at school. It happened. See you soon." He hung up the phone and started pedaling.
Claire rolled over and when her arm hit empty bed she opened her eyes and leaned up. The bed was empty and she wondered if she had dreamt her entire evening with James. She rolled over and noticed the paper on the table and picked it up.
'Good morning mom. I'll be home after classes. I really enjoyed last night. I think we should talk tonight. Love you."
She bit the corner of her lip and grinned. It wasn't a dream. It had been real and it had been magnificent. She ran a hand down her breasts and across her stomach and between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet just thinking about James. His body was so strong and his touch had been so tender yet so firm. Her finger ran across her clitoris and between her inner labia.
The opening of her vagina was still sore and raw but with each touch she remembered how it felt to have James inside of her. She couldn't wait to feel his touch, to feel his lips and his cock. She needed it. Her fingers slid into her vagina and she was surprised how sore she was, but at the same time it felt so good. She reached over and snagged the phone.
"Liz, can you meet me at the cafe? I'll tell you when I get there. Wonderful, thanks." She hung up the phone, sat up and started getting dressed.
James stood at the bottom of the stairwell which was blocked from being viewed by a set of larger double doors. He waited for ten minutes but ten minutes seemed like an eternity. Amy rushed through the doors double checking that no faculty had followed her or anything. She closed the doors and locked them with the size three Allen-wrench. It seemed like a faulty design for the doors to lock with a tool used to repair a bike or ikea furniture at that; but who was she to complain. She walked around the staircase and leaned against the wall beside James.
They stayed silent for a few moments. "You did it?" She asked softly. James blushed and smiled. A smile like that of a lover having just confessed their deepest feelings. James could remember every detail of the night and a part of him swore he could still feel it too. He looked at Amy and she turned and looked at him, their eyes met and he wanted her to see and feel the truth of his words. He pushed off the wall and pinned her against it. Their eyes locked and then their lips touched. Softly at first, but then like gasoline being added to a single spark, their embrace heated. A furious need, hot and heavy took hold. Their lips fought for dominance as their tongues wrestled.
James pulled away and Amy gasped. She had never experienced that level of intensity from him before. He was dominant sure, however he had never been so forceful and so...intense. Amy's lips curled up into a grin. She liked this new dominance that had been pulled to the surface. She looked into his eyes again and saw the blazing passion behind them.
"I told my mother about us." James whispered, his voice husky and thick as it deepened with fresh testosterone. "I told my mother that I loved her...and that I love you."
He pressed in again and their lips merged and tongues twisted. Saliva meshed and exchanged and they could taste the strong flavor of arousal from each other. James couldn't resist the urges that were taking hold. He loved Amy...as much as he loved his mother, if not a little more. A part of him wanted to consume Amy, to draw her in completely and never let her go. Another part wanted to dominate her. To control her and use her in all the best ways.
Amy felt like she was being pulled into James. As if James was a whirlpool of sexual energy and she was incapable of resisting his pull. His hands were in her hair pressing her into him and his lips moved from hers and down her jawline and across her neck. Amy let a soft whine escape her lips as his lips as his mouth tenderly brushed over her earlobe.
"I told my mother everything-" James whispered "-just...before...I fucked her." Amy gasped as his hand slid down her pants and brushed over her clitoris. James was surprised to find her pussy was soaked and her clitoris was aroused and obviously sensitive.
Claire met Liz at the cafe and while they usually started their conversations off with a bit of chit-chat, Liz went straight to the point.
"How was it? How was he?" Liz asked as she fired off one question after another. "What did he say? Was he big? How long did it last?"
"Liz!" Claire raised her voice and Liz leaned away.
"Sorry. Just...tell me everything." Liz said.
Claire blushed and nodded. "He basically sat me down on the couch and told me he loved me."
"What did you say?" Liz asked.
"Nothing at first since we started kissing. But I reciprocated obviously." Claire smiled and remembered how it all felt. "He was amazing. He did everything on his own." Claire explained.
"You mean you didn't have to guide him or teach him any?" Liz asked. "I thought you said James was a virgin?"
"He is...was." Claire blushed. "He told me that his best friend, Amy, had been teaching him about a woman's body for years. I guess they've been playing with each other."
"Did he have sex with her before you?" Liz asked. "Does he love Amy too?"
"I think he does love Amy but he told me-" Claire blushed a little harder and felt her inner thighs moisten at the mere memory of her son's words. "-James said that he had been saving himself for me."
"Oh my god." Liz gaped. "That's romantic as hell."
"I know." Claire grinned suddenly feeling like a school girl in love again.
James pressed two fingers into Amy's vagina as he rubbed her aroused clitoris with his thumb. Amy tried moving and holding him but with his free hand he had pinned her arms above her head. Amy felt his lips traverse her neck and travel down to her chest. She wasn't sure how, but seemingly overnight he had gotten better. Perhaps better wasn't the correct word but...more confident. James rubbed her clitoris in tight circles as he slowly finger fucked her tight vagina.
Her virgin vagina. Though he had popped her cherry years previously he had yet to penetrate her completely. James found the spot only a couple inches inside her vaginal canal. Like a rough patch or a small dip it was her trigger point, most commonly known as a G-spot. Amy gasped as he ran his fingers over her G-spot while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris.
"James...Oh James." Her eyes rolled back behind her head as her orgasm rolled up and over the climax and shot up. Her body quivered and a short rush of cum splashed her pants and his hand.
"So what now?" Liz asked.
Claire furrowed her brows and thought about that simple yet complex question. She had been rolling the question around in her head since she awoke but she wasn't sure.
"He's my son. I love him as my son but...I also...love him like a lover." Claire said.
"But doesn't he love you like a lover and a mother too? There's no reason you can't do both." Liz said.
"But he loves Amy too." Claire replied.
"Is Amy nice?" Liz asked.
"Yeah. She's a delightful girl and I've known her for years. Shit, she's practically like the daughter I never had."
"So what if he dates her and you?" Liz asked. "Would you feel jealous?"
Claire thought about it. Really truly thought about it. Claire had gone through the dating and marriage and all that. She imagined her son coming home and fucking her and then going out on a date with Amy. Claire's arousal spiked and she was shocked to find that it aroused her. Liz's eyes narrowed and a grin slipped across her face.
"You like that idea, don't know?" Liz smirked.
Claire blushed and drank her coffee.
"Oh my god. You want to be your son's mistress? His sex toy." Liz said.
"Shut up." Claire blushed. It was true. She loved her son and she wanted to be his...to be with him. As a mother she wanted him to love another though too. She wanted him to find love and have a family of his own. She stood up and looked down at Liz.
"I have to tell him." Claire said abruptly. "He has to know." She said and walked off.
"Tell him what?" Liz asked. "Tell him what?" She called after her but Claire was already out the door.
James held Amy as she recovered from the orgasm. They sat on the floor just under the stairs. James wanted to tear off her clothes and fuck her. To use her in ways he had dreamed about. But he couldn't do it there. It would be their first time and he wanted to make it memorable. In fact, he wanted to make every moment memorable with her. He stood up and picked Amy up. She met his eyes and they stared into each other, gazing into one another's lustful souls filled with desire and need.
