A Tight Squeeze

Jessica slowly dropped her legs through the opening, keeping her eyes on the ladder until her hips blocked her view. She was glad Jason was still asleep as she felt her skirt ride up, caught on the attic opening. Inching down slowly, her foot finally touched the top of the ladder and she breathed a sigh of relief. Steadying herself, she reached out and grabbed the box of Christmas ornaments, pulling them closer to the door.

As she did, she felt the ladder wobble, then tip. She let go of the box and frantically grabbed at the ledge as she started to fall. The ladder crashed to the floor, and she felt a sudden jerk as the back of her blouse caught on something.

"Fuck!" she cursed under her breath as she tried to lift herself up, hoping to unhook her blouse.

After several attempts, she was forced to admit she was stuck. Bracing herself, she took a deep breath, preparing to be embarrassed.

"Help!" she shouted, as she felt the ache beginning in her arms.

The sound of his mom calling out brought Jason out of his daydream. He jumped out of bed and slipped on his pajama bottoms, his cock poking against the fabric obscenely. He glanced over at my laptop, the image on the screen begging his for attention.

Jessica screamed again, feeling herself slide downward, the fabric of her blouse pulled tight against her chest.

Jason rushed to the door and pulled it open. The scene that met his eyes nearly had him bursting out in laughter it was so straight out of a cartoon. A ladder lay tipped over on the hallway floor, and his mom's legs were dangling from the ceiling as her feet kicked wildly. The trap door to the attic had caught her skirt, lifting it almost to her waist, revealing her smooth round ass, barely covered by her white lace panties.

His hand went instinctively to his cock as he stood there for several seconds taking in the view. Like most young men, Jason had fantasized about his mom, and the opportunity to see her like this was one he wasn't about to ignore.

"Jason! Are you there?" Jessica called out, as she managed to lodge her arm against the attic floor and push herself up slightly.

"Uhm, yeah mom. What happened?" Jason replied, as he maneuvered around her to get a view of her panty covered pussy. He was surprised at how clearly he could see the outline of her pussy against the lace fabric.

"What do you think happened! The ladder fell. Set it back up for me!"

"You know, I bet I could win America's Funniest..." Jason started as he grabbed the ladder.

"Don't even think about it!" Jessica growled.

Jason grabbed her foot and steadied it, guiding it to the ladder as he slid it in place.

"There, I'll hold the ladder." He said, as he stared at her pussy.

Jessica got both feet onto the ladder and tried to lift herself up to free her blouse. After several attempts she cursed in frustration.

"Jason, my blouse is hooked on something." She said, slipping her hands down to push her skirt down as much as possible.

It didn't do much good, and she knew Jason was probably staring straight at her nearly naked bottom. The fact was both irritating and exciting. She writhed and twisted but she couldn't free herself.

"Dammit." She cursed, pushing herself back far enough to glance down through the opening.

Jason was standing at the foot of the ladder staring up at her. Actually, she knew exactly what he was staring at, but it couldn't be helped, and it was about to get a whole lot worse.

"Jason, honey." She said, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "I need you to climb up the ladder and see if you can unhook my blouse, it's caught on something."

Jason looked up at the opening doubtfully. There wasn't much space and he knew he would end up pressed right against her. He tried to think of an excuse, but Jessica interrupted his thought.

"Please, honey. I know this is awkward, but we don't have much choice."

Jessica knew it was going to be a tight squeeze as well, and having caught a glimpse of the massive bulge in his pajamas, she knew it was going to be awkward.

"Alright, steady yourself." Jason said, as he started up the ladder.

He grabbed hold of his mother's legs to steady himself as step by step he moved upward. As his face came directly even with her pussy, he couldn't help but pause, taking the opportunity to inhale her fragrance, his face mere inches from her cunt.

Jessica could feel her legs tremble as her son slowly slid up her body. She tried to ignore the sensation, but she could feel herself becoming moist. She knew in a matter of moments he would be pressed against her and her mind drew up images of his hard cock pressing against her. She wondered how he would react. She wondered how she would react.

"I think I can slip through." Jason said, raising his hands up to grasp the opening, his fingers managing to brush against her tits as he did. "It's going to be a close fit."

Close was an understatement, as he pressed hard against his mother, and slowly slid upward until he was standing on the first step below the top. At that point, they were face to face, and Jessica's tits were crushed against her son's chest. Fortunately for her, his dick was still a few inches below her pussy. She could feel it rubbing against her thigh. The touch made her shiver, and she tried to think of something else, anything else but the brief glimpse she had caught of him moments earlier filled her head. She was certain he was pressing against her more than was necessary. She was also certain she was enjoying the feeling way too much.

"Alright, let me see." Jason said, as he slipped his arms around his mother and searched for the spot where the blouse was caught.

"Okay, I got it." He said, pressing even harder against her.

Jessica was now certain her son was pressing against her even more than he needed to as his cock began rubbing her thigh. It felt like a club forcing her legs apart. She also knew the whole scenario was making her sopping wet. She felt her blouse tighten even more as Jason tugged on it, trying to free it. She felt his body slid upward as he tried to lift her blouse off whatever it was caught on.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt it, his cock pressing between her thighs, the cloth covered head jabbing against her pussy.

"I, uhm, sorry mom." Jason said as he continued tugging at her blouse. "I can't get it free."

"Just tear it." Jessica hissed, as she tried to pull her hips away from him, desperately trying to avoid the massive intruder.

The movement made the ladder wobble and she froze. Her legs trembled as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her. The head seemed on the verge of forcing its way inside, panties or not. Jessica didn't dare move; she didn't even dare breathe, as Jason jerked at the blouse, the fabric refusing to yield.

"Maybe I better try and squeeze right past you." Jason said, as he released her blouse and put his hands on the sides of the opening.

"Is there enough room?" Jessica said, managing to press backwards away from him enough that his cock was no longer threatening to enter her, merely lightly touching. The sensation was somehow worse, as she found herself longing for more contact.

"I, I think so." Jason said, as he pressed down with his arms.

He moved upwards slowly, and suddenly Jessica felt it. Jason's cock had sprung free of his pajamas and was poking against her stomach. At the same moment, Jason froze, staring at his mom. She could feel the entire length, pressed tight against her skin, pulsing angrily.

"Mom, I'm." he stammered, lowering himself back down onto the ladder.

Jessica was sure he was trying to alleviate the problem, but his move only served to make matters worse as his rock hard cock slid between her thighs. She tried to tell herself it was just bad luck, but she knew that she parted her legs of her own volition, allowing his rigid pole to slide along the length of her opening. If she hadn't been wearing panties she was certain he would have slid right across her pussy lips or worse. As it was, the thin fabric of her panties did little to dull the sensation.

"Listen, Jason." She said her motherly instinct taking over as she felt him tremble. "I'm going to wrap my arms around your neck, and you are going to lift me upward into the attic. That should free my blouse."

"Uhm, Okay." Jason said, trying to keep his hips from thrusting forward as his cock slid against his mother's pussy.

Jessica wrapped her arms around her son's neck, squeezing as tight as she could. As he started to rise up, her legs instinctively closed, clamping his cock in place. She had never been so grateful for panties in her life as his cock jammed against her pussy. On the other hand she couldn't help but wonder just how it would feel to have that massive cock slide deep inside. She moved upwards a couple inches and felt her blouse let go.

"That's it!" she whispered, kissing her son's cheek.

She wasn't sure she was saying that because the blouse seemed to be free or because his cock was jammed so hard against her pussy. She could feel the muscles in her thighs flexing instinctively, seeming to grasp at his cock.

"Mom, I'm..." Jason said, as he began trembling, his cock throbbing and pulsing.

Jessica stared at her son in horror, as she felt his cock expand. Her reaction quickly turned to sympathy as she saw the look on his face. Not knowing what else to do, she held him close and kept her thighs clamped tight as his cock exploded, emptying his seed between her legs.

"It's alright." She whispered, her mind filled with a mix of conflicting emotions.

Jet after jet sprayed between her thighs and began dripping down her legs. Jessica was beginning to wonder if he would ever stop, when he finally collapsed against her. By then her own body was on fire, her pussy begging for attention. She could feel his hot cum oozing from between her thighs, and running down her legs. Her crotched was drenched, the slick fluid allowing his cock to slide back and forth effortlessly. She tried to remain still but her own body betrayed her. Her thighs clamped together even tighter, trying to hold his cock against her aching pussy as she rubbed slowly up and down his length.

She needed this, she knew she shouldn't but she needed it. She could feel her own desire building, trying to destroy what rational thought she had left. It took every ounce of willpower she had to stop her movements, to quit before this went past the point of no return. She slowly released her grip on him her legs seeming almost reluctant to let go.

"Mom, I'm so sor..." Jason started, but Jessica interrupted him, managing to push back enough to look into his eyes.

"It's alright, baby." She whispered, as she felt his cock still throbbing between her cum coated legs. "Just climb down the ladder."

He seemed a bit unsteady as he slowly moved downward. His still hard cock drug traces of his slick fluids down her leg, making her shudder. As his head past across her waist she swore he was pressing against her more than was necessary, and she was certain she felt him press his face against her stomach for a brief moment. Once he was down, Jessica slowly made her way down the ladder, her legs seeming barely able to support her weight. She could feel his thick cum running down her legs, and was shocked by how excited it made her feel.

As she reached the bottom of the ladder, she realized she hadn't bothered to smooth her skirt down and it was still riding high, exposing her now cum covered panties. She quickly smoothed the skirt down as she looked sympathetically at her son.

The first thing she noticed was that his cock was still sticking out, glistening with a thick coat of cum as it throbbed and pulsed. It took all or her strength to tear her eyes away from it, her body screaming thoughts she never imagined she would have.

"Mom, I'm ..." Jason stammered, as he quickly tried to shove his cock back into his pajamas.

"Let's just put this behind us." Jessica said, finally managing to tear her eyes away from his cock and look at his face. "I better go take a shower. Can you get the Christmas stuff down for me? That's why I was up there."

Jason watched as his mom turned and walked into the bathroom. Part of him was mortified, that he had actually cum all over her, but part of him was excited. He had almost fucked her. If she hadn't been wearing panties, he knew he would have slipped right inside of her. The fact that she hadn't yelled at him had him wondering.

As the door closed, Jason quickly climbed back up the ladder and grabbed the box of Christmas decorations. Once he put them in the living room, he put the ladder away and went back to his bedroom, his mind whirling with images of just how far he had almost gotten with his mom. Closing his door, he peeled off his pajamas and tossed them in the basket before grabbing a pair of jeans and slipping them on.

He didn't know what to think, he just knew he needed to get out, get away. He slipped on a shirt and socks, all the while images of his mother filled his head. Grabbing his coat he pulled the door open and stepped into the hallway. The sound of the shower running caught his attention immediately. He told himself he needed to get out, but his feet walked to the bathroom door, stopping mere inches away from the dark wood.

Jessica peeled her clothes off and tossed them in the hamper. Her legs were still covered with her son's sticky cum, and she found herself running her fingers through it, rubbing it across her skin as she waited for the shower to get hot. Her pussy was throbbing, demanding attention. Stepping into the shower, she sighed as the hot water sprayed across her body, the tingling jets sending her need even higher rather than letting her relax. Leaning against the shower wall, she closed her eyes, trying unsuccessfully to settle her thoughts on anything but the images of her son's cock exploding between her thighs. As the water sprayed across her body, her fingers slowly worked their magic, caressing the need burning deep between her legs. Closing her eyes, she relived the last half hour, imagining her son, his cock still lodged between her legs as pulse after pulse of his hot cum sprayed across her skin.

As her fingers worked, she tried to push thoughts of Jason out of her head, but it did no good. His cock had burned an image into her mind that would not be denied. Her legs began to tremble as her fingers worked feverishly, each stroke sparking images of her son's cock, images of it driving deep into her starving pussy filled her head.

It was wrong, she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed her clit, her legs nearly giving out as the pleasure cascaded over her. It had been too long since she had been with anyone, and the deep burning need had resurfaced with a vengeance. Her fingers worked feverishly, afraid to touch but needing to be touched. She knew she should stop and compose herself. She knew this would lead to nothing good. Her muscles tightened, and she tried not to cry out, biting her lip in an effort to keep silent. Still, her moans of pleasure escaped her lips, her need unwilling to be silenced, unwilling to be denied.

Jason had no idea how long he had been standing at the door listening to the sound of the water. When Jessica let out her soft moan of pleasure, it was like music to his ears. He moved in close to the door, listening as she moaned. She was saying something, repeating it over and over. It was several seconds before he recognized his own name.

When he did, he recoiled, pulling back from the door like he had been burned. He glanced up and down the hallway, feeling foolish and confused.

"Holy shit!" he finally thought as he realized what was happening.

His hand reached out for the door handle, almost touching it before common sense took control and forced his hand back to his side. Stepping back, he turned and headed down the hallway, his mind a mass of confused desperate thoughts.

Her legs no longer willing to support her, Jessica collapsed to the floor of the shower. She had hoped to alleviate the burning desire inside her but had only managed to intensify it. Finally she managed to crawl over and shut off the water, her legs still to shaky to let her stand. Several minutes passed before she was finally able to rise up and grab a towel. She was thankful her bedroom adjoined the bath and she was able to walk into her bedroom without going into the hallway.

Jessica had just managed to get dressed when she heard the doorbell ring. Moments later she heard laughter, followed by her sister calling out her name. Tossing the towel in the hamper she rushed down the hallway, nearly running into her sister, Leslie.

"My God, Leslie. Look at you!" Jessica said, trying not to stare at her sister's chest, which was hard to do.

"Aren't they great! They're the same size now!" Leslie beamed, grabbing her blouse and pulling it down to reveal her tits.

"Leslie! My God, what if Jason ..." Jessica blurted, glancing fearfully past her sister at the empty hallway.

Leslie just shrugged, as if having her nephew see her tits was no big deal. Jessica had to wonder if she would feel the same way if she knew what had just transpired.

"I thought you decided against it." Jessica said as she slipped her arm around her sister and they started back down the hallway.

"I had. I mean it was so expensive. But then I thought, "What the hell. I had the money already, and, God, Jess. The way guys react, it's priceless."

"I can imagine." Jessica replied glancing down at her sister's tits.

"Hell, I think they scared Jason. The way he ran out the door, I was almost offended." Leslie laughed as they entered the living room.

"Well, what did you expect? I mean, they're huge." Jessica said as they walked into the living room.

"I know. A bit bigger than I planned, but I figured if I'm doing this, I'm going all in. Still, he never reacted that way before. That boy used to make every effort to see tits, anybody's tits. " Leslie said, as she plopped down on the couch. "Remember when he was ten and I caught him trying to peek through the bedroom window when I was changing."

"Well, he's still a kid in a lot of ways." Jessica said as she sat down beside her sister. "And seeing his favorite aunt looking like that had to be a shock."

"I don't know. I mean, maybe, but he hardly even glanced at them and he didn't even give me a hug."

Jessica blushed, knowing full well what the problem was. She stared at the floor, unsure if she should say something or not.

"Okay, sis." Leslie said, shifting to face her sister. "Spill it. What happened?"

Jessica knew she couldn't hide it, and the words began tumbling out. She watched her sister's face, expecting some sort of shocked reaction, but Leslie just sat there listening. After she finished, she just sat there, her eyes locked on her sister's, trying to gauge her reaction.

It was several seconds before Leslie replied.

"So, just how big is he?" Leslie said, a smile coming to her lips.

"Leslie!" Jessica said, unable to believe what her sister had said.

"Oh, come on sis. I was joking. Really, it was an innocent accident. I'm sure he feels as bad about it as you do. Just talk to him."

"It's not that simple. I mean, it was, I, I almost..."

"Let me guess. There you were, standing on a ladder, a virile young man with a hard on was pressed against you and you got turned on!"

Leslie didn't want to admit that she had, on occasion, noticed the frequent bulge in her nephews pants and had wondered herself at just how big he was. She was tempted to push her sister for details.

"No! I mean, it was, oh God." Jessica said, staring at her sister.

"It was what, sis. I mean really. Jason has a big cock, and it got lodged between your legs and it turned you on. Big deal! It's natural."