Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. This chapter picks up where the previous one left off, so reading chapter one is recommended. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy!
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Emerging from his first restful sleep in weeks, Mike found himself moaning. His lower body was enveloped in a warm pleasurable feeling that seemed like a continuation of the buzz caused by the sizzling hot dream he just had, one in which his curvaceous mother was his willing sex toy.
As he slowly opened his eyes, Mike was met by a sweet smile and a soft husky voice. "Morning, baby! Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Topless, her fabulous tits jutting proudly from her chest, her nipples hard and pointing up, his mom was sitting on his bed wearing only a pair of ass-hugging boy shorts. Holding his cock softly yet firmly in her tiny hand, Julia was stroking Mike's morning wood with such expertise and loving care that the teenager couldn't help but groan. Blinking in amazement, he managed to gasp: "Mom!? Am I... Is this... I'm still dreaming, right?"
Julia chuckled as she leaned in to kiss her son on the cheek, one hand running through his messy hair while the other kept relentlessly pumping his thick shaft. Her luscious tits jiggled as she straightened up and sat closer by his side. The hypnotic sway of her big boobs caused pulses of pre-cum to dribble out of Mike's raging boner.
"No, silly, it's all real!"Julia smiled. "I came in to wake you up and I saw you had an erection, so I thought you could use some relief before you go to school. We don't want you to be distracted today in class, do we?"
Mike felt a shiver run up his spine as the whole situation sank in. The fuzzy memories of the previous night suddenly reasserted themselves as actual facts, not just figments of his imagination. Overjoyed that it was all actually happening, he just smiled at his amazing mom, unable to put his happiness and wonder into words. Letting her work her magic on his dick, Mike moaned loudly as he enjoyed his mother's masterful, loving manipulations. Her handjob was so good and Mike was so turned on by the visual of her spectacular tits jiggling and bouncing freely as she pumped and caressed and tugged at his shaft that it didn't take long before he was ready to explode.
"Mom, I... I'm gonna cum soon," he blurted out, amazed by what he was saying and even more amazed at the sight of his mother's impish grin widening as he announced his impending climax. Mike felt his cum rush up along his throbbing shaft as he watched her lean closer, aiming his fat glans straight at her cleavage and bringing her ample breasts almost in contact with his cock.
"Go ahead, sweetie," Julia exhorted him, her eyes glinting. "Let Mommy have all your cum."
That did it. Julia smiled and kept egging him on with murmured coos of appreciation as Mike grunted and let loose his massive morning load all over her jutting mommy-boobs. While he sprayed her soft fleshy globes with long ribbons of seed, Julia milked her son with both hands and tried not to let one single drop of his thick, potent sperm land anywhere except on her breasts.
As Mike panted and grinned in satisfaction, Julia gave his cock one last lingering squeeze before reluctantly letting go of that impressive oozing pole. After stamping a tender smooch on his forehead, Julia stood up and made to leave Mike's room, saying: "Jump in the shower and get dressed now, honey. Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."
Watching his almost naked mother walk out the door, her sumptuous boobs plastered with his cum and her beautiful plump ass swaying invitingly, Mike couldn't help but notice the obvious wet spot darkening the crotch of her underwear. As he shook his head in glad disbelief and got up, the teenager couldn't decide what was the hottest thing he had just seen: his mom's big cum-drenched jugs, her jiggling barely covered bubble-butt, her sopping camel-toe or her tiny fingers wrapped around his hard meat, stroking and squeezing him until he exploded in her hand. Each of those images sent a jolt of excitement to his groin while a beatific smile spread across his lips.
"Wow," Mike mumbled to himself, awestruck, "and I've barely even gotten out of bed!"
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In the following days, Julia didn't miss a chance to masturbate her son. She felt foolish thinking of the weeks she had wasted considering and reconsidering the wisdom of using sexual incentives to snap Mike out of his post break-up depression. Now that she had taken the plunge and put her plan in motion, Julia realized that, unorthodox or not, what she was doing was working perfectly.
Her son was finally sleeping well, he had regained his appetite and he looked like his old self again. Alert and driven, he was focusing on his studies with unprecedented zeal. 'And why wouldn't he,' Julia thought to herself whenever she passed by his bedroom to find him intent on his homework. No eighteen year old boy would refuse to apply himself to his schoolwork when the reward for good grades was the prospect of tit-fucking his busty mother, or getting a blowjob from her, or even having a shot at her round plump ass.
For her part, Julia was just as excited as her son. Every night she coaxed at least a couple of creamy loads from Mike's big cock before kissing him goodnight and retiring to her bedroom, where she fingered her pussy to countless orgasms, her tits glistening with the saliva she left there after licking them clean of her son's thick cum.
Every morning she woke up with a smile on her face and hurried to his room, wearing nothing but her panties, to wake him up with a slow milking handjob. The rest of the day was little more than an agonizing countdown until the moment her handsome son got back from school. When Mike was home, Julia had to restrain herself from bursting into his room, whipping out his dick and having her way with him like a wanton whore, all of which she fantasized about endlessly during her nightly masturbatory sessions.
Despite her growing desire though, Julia limited herself to jacking off her boy a couple of times during the afternoons when she went to his room to check on him and see if needed some 'help' with his homework. Unfailingly, Mike would smile and point at his pant-clad erection, asking her if she would mind 'relieving some pressure' so he could focus better. Julia always complied, happily so, falling to her knees and taking off her top before she started lovingly stroking her boy's shaft until he blew a massive load on her huge, offered mommy-boobs.
Julia had to struggle not to let her inner slut break out completely and instead maintain the pretense of doing what she did only as an extreme measure to help Mike overcome his break-up blues. In truth, both mother and son could feel a deeper connection growing between them, a newfound intimacy that they were both thrilled about.
As a rule, Julia never openly got off in front of Mike, making her handjobs all about him. One afternoon though, she couldn't help but make an exception.
Mike had just got home from school and Julia was so excited that she was almost physically aching to touch her boy's big meaty dick. He had barely made it across the front door when Julia rushed to him and took him by the hand, leading him straight to the living room. Once he was sitting down on the couch, she swiftly took off her top and freed him of his pants and boxers. Kneeling between his legs, thrilled to find his chubby cock already semi-hard, Julia started lovingly pumping her son's huge shaft with her expert hands, her splendid naked tits swaying above his balls.
Mind-blown by her evident arousal, Mike wanted to touch his mother's amazing jugs more than ever before. So far, he had never dared push his luck. No matter how much he wished to lay his hands on his mother's gorgeous body, Mike had respected the rules she set and patiently waited to come home with a B to touch those pillowy juicy boobs, to knead them and fondle them, to pinch her suckable puffy areolas and tweak her long, erect pink nipples. Up to that day, he had never done anything at all except letting her jack him off. But that afternoon Mike needed more. He just had to touch his mom, this beautiful, amazing, loving woman who was making him feel better than he ever thought he would after he had his heart broken weeks before.
She was such a magnificent creature, he loved her and he wanted her to feel his love for her, at least a bit. Moaning from his mother's skillful manipulations, thrilled by the soft cooing noises she tried to stifle while squirming and rubbing her thighs together as she knelt before him, Mike eventually reached his hands forward. He didn't want to make her mad at him by breaking her rules, so instead of pawing her tits like his first instinct suggested, he went for her delicate, beautiful face instead.
Julia gasped and turned her widened eyes up as soon as she felt her son's fingers resting on her cheeks. Before she could react, Mike was caressing her slender sensitive neck, massaging her bare shoulders, running his fingers through her blonde hair, tracing her jawline, tickling her ears. His voice reached her before she could protest.
"You're so beautiful, Mom, so amazing," he murmured as he caressed her. "Do you mind if I touch you? Your skin is so soft and smooth..."
His words hit her, his touch made her shiver. Mike's love for her was so clear in his voice that she felt it like a physical thing, as if he was transmitting his affection straight into her being through his caressing fingers. Smiling at her boy, Julia purred like a kitten and pressed her face into his strong hands, giving in and demanding more, crazed by his touch.
"Thank you, baby... And no, I don't mind at all. Aaahh, sweetie, this is really nice... You're making Mommy feel so good. Mmmh yes right there, honey, touch my neck like that..."
