A Mother's Lust. Part 3
When Jackie goes to lunch with her sister, her son gets an unexpected visitor.
To Whom It May Concern:
All sex acts, be they described herein, or otherwise alluded to, took place when the participants were over the age of eighteen. Where there are references to when any of the characters were underage, nothing of a sexual nature occurred, and no inference to the contrary may be drawn.
Next, for those who appreciate a warning about out of genre sex acts: Beyond a single sentence of four words, referring to anal sex, there is nothing to be concerned about. Should anyone, having read my notes, spot something that does upset them, please let me know. However, if you failed to read the notes, that's on you.
And now: A thank you, to all those who have taken the time to rate, message, and comment on the previous parts of this story. In this third episode, you may find the storyline doesn't go where you might have expected. (Trust me, I was just as surprised, but then that's writing for you.)
Rest assured, there will be more, including a conclusion which should satisfy most readers. In the meantime, keep up those encouraging comments, I read them all.
Finally: A preemptive apology, to those early readers, for the suspenseful ending. Part 4 will be with you, just as soon as it's been written.
Let the story continue:
It was the morning of Jackie's, fifty-second birthday, and she was in heaven. She'd been woken in their hotel room by her son, Steve, when he ran his tongue over the smooth flesh of her bald pussy. Right now, he was lying behind her back, with his head between her legs, sucking on the soft flesh of her labia. His right hand was playing with one of her breasts, while the thumb of his left, was teasing her clit. For her part, Jackie had one hand behind her back, gripping her son's hard cock, and was caressing the top of his head with the other.
"Mmm, this is nice," she purred.
Steve lifted his mouth from his mother's cunt, then looked up into her eyes. "Happy birthday, Mum."
"Thank you, Son. I can't think of a nicer way to start my birthday. And thank you for last night, and my beautiful sapphire ring. Now, as much as I'm enjoying you lick my pussy, I want to feel your body pressing down on mine. So get yourself up here, and give your mother her birthday fuck."
Despite it being only six days since they'd crossed the line, Steve was never happier than when sliding his cock into the depths of his mother's cunt. He gave her pussy a final kiss, then scrambled to his feet. Jackie arranged herself flat on her back, legs either side of her son, who was stood on the bed, sporting her now second favourite thing in the world, his solid erection. The ring having trounced her son's cock, except for those moments that cock was inside her.
Steve dropped to his knees, and starting on her thighs, kissed his way up his mother's body. He paid special attention to her hairless mons, then slid his tongue from clit to bellybutton. Jackie giggled in delight, as a shiver ran through her skin to her nipples. When Steve reached the shallow valley between her flattened breasts, he dragged the tips of his fingers up her sides, then tickled her tits, sending goosebumps from her puckered areolas, right across her chest.
"Kiss me now," his mother pleaded, unwilling to wait a moment longer to feel his lips pressed against hers, and taste her cunt on his tongue.
With the practiced skill of two lovers, Steve's cock slid into her waiting pussy, in the same moment as Jackie welcomed his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues entwined, her son's cock, buried itself to the hilt.
For several minutes, they fucked at a steady rhythm, not unlike the slow fuck they'd shared in the night. Building to a joint orgasm, they both drove the pace higher. Steve's cock exploded inside his mother's cunt, and tipped her over the edge. Her orgasm took hold, and she arched her back, lifting them both from the bed. When she collapsed down, Steve held himself up, and let Jackie's hungry pussy milk the last of his incestuous seed.
His mother looked up into the face of her newfound lover. "Fuck, Steve. If we've got the next two days to ourselves, how the hell are we going to make it to the weekend? Last weekend was bad enough, but then we were still learning about each others bodies. Now we both know what the other likes, and I like it, a lot, we're on a runaway train."
"Don't worry, Mum," her son replied. "When we hit the buffers, I'll be there to save you."
"There are no buffers on a circular track, just the urge to keep going, and going, and going, but I am fifty-two, you know."
Steve recalled the age he had, in his role as her 'husband'. "If it helps, right now my body feels fifty-four, but I'm sure we'll find the head of steam it takes, not to wreck the engine. Any ideas?"
Jackie looked down at where their bodies were still conjoined. "Right now, my pussy is in charge of all decisions. I'll let you know when that changes."
Steve tilted his head to read the time from his watch, where it lay on the bedside table. "We'd better get a move on, breakfast starts and finishes early on a weekday."
"What time is it, now?" Jackie asked.
"Twenty past eight," he lied.
"Then get the fuck off me!"
Using his superior position and greater mass, Steve resisted his mother's efforts to dislodge him. That was until he recalled it was her birthday. Jackie got revenge, when her next shove coincided with her son rolling away. Steve crashed to the floor, then, in her haste to get to the bathroom, got trampled by his naked mother.
"Sorry, Mum. It's twenty to, not twenty past," Steve corrected through the shrinking gap of the door as it closed.
The door reopened, but just long enough for Jackie to yell, "Pig."
Steve picked himself up, and, while waiting for his turn in the shower, laid out the changes of clothes he'd packed the day before.
Ten minutes later, and swathed in a towel, his mother returned.
"Really? Steve. Skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and my white sweater."
"It's what you used to always wear around the house, and everything else I came across, looked too sexy to wear to breakfast."
"I guess it will do. What shoes did you pack?"
"Um. I thought we could wear the ones we came in."
"Stilettos with jeans, at my age! I'm not some supermodel in her twenties."
"Sorry, Mum. I'll know better the next time."
Jackie kissed her son. "The mere thought of a next time has got you forgiven. Now get yourself showered, while I see what I look like in these. Where are my clean bra and panties?"
Steve lifted the sweater, to reveal a gift wrapped parcel, tied with a bow. "Happy birthday, Mum."
Jackie clasped her hands in delight. "May I open it now?"
"Spoiler alert. If you don't, you'll be going home, commando style."
Jackie undid the ribbon, with more restraint than Steve would have shown. She raised the corners of the wrapper to reveal a lace trimmed bra and panty set in smoke grey, that left nothing to the imagination. His mother lifted the delicate items for a closer inspection.
"Oh Steve, what a beautiful gift, and in my size. How did you know?"
Steve blushed in the knowledge he'd known for years, the size of his mother's underwear. He accepted another, and much longer, kiss for his efforts, before he got pushed into the bathroom.
By the time Steve re-entered the room, wrapped in a towel, Jackie was putting on the heels. When she stood, he stepped back, to take in the overall effect.
"Fuck, Mum. You look even sexier than most of the outfits I rejected."
To check he wasn't lying, for a second time that morning, Jackie snatched the towel from about his waist, to reveal his cock had risen to half mast. To complete the process of getting her son hard, she lifted her top and exposed her breasts, encased in the new, and transparent, bra. His mother stayed that way as she tied back her hair. Steve, still naked, never moved from the spot.
