Chrissie Lynns Boy

Jack_

I've always liked brunettes, I guess because my mom is one. Now that I think about it, I like tall girls with long legs. And busty girls. I like full breasts that sway when a girl moves. Yep, that's the ticket for Chrissie Lynn's little boy and a perfect description of my mom's charms.

Of course I'm not so little now that I'm 18. At six one, I'm two inches taller than my mom and a lot stronger. I run, swim and cycle competitively. Mom calls me sinewy and rubs me down after a rigorous workout and a shower. Her fingers are long and brisk and knowing.

My dad's been gone these three years, since the crash that killed him and broke my mom's nose. She's still beautiful to me, but I think she's self conscious about it. I'm in college now, 120 miles away. There are girls here, but no one makes my dick hard like Chrissie Lynn, my mom.

Chrissie Lynn_

Naturally I've focused a lot of attention on Jack since the accident. He needed it in his father's absence. He needed all of a mother's love to grow up into a strong young man. And he is a young man now. I've seen to that.

Just before he left for college last week, we took a weekend holiday to our cabin up at the lake. Its quite isolated and beautiful up there and afforded us real private time. Its an intimate place with only the one large bed we had shared as a family over the years. This would be our chance to make some memories and grow closer than we had ever been before.

A mother needs a son to love, and my Jack is that kind of son.

Jack_

We got up there and it was the first time since the accident, so the place was dusty and needed some love. Mom and I got to work cleaning it up, and by mid-afternoon we were ready for a swim. My mom slipped into the bathroom to change into her bikini while I stripped down in the main room and rummaged through my bag for my briefs.

As a competitive swimmer, all I had were my tight racing briefs. Those things don't cover much and you have to get used to having your bulge show. I was a little self conscious because my bulge was aways the biggest. It took me a minute to find them, and I was just pulling them up when my mom came out of the bathroom smiling. My mom has a 100 watt smile.

Chrissie Lynn_

Well, of course I've seen Jack in his briefs before, and I realize that he's equipped in a way to make the girls take note. He didn't date much in high school, and never had a girlfriend, but I knew he had some fans up in the stands at the swim meets. I saw where their eyes traveled. Not that he's not a good looking kid. He has his father's hazel eyes and tousled chesnut hair. He keeps it clean, but he's still a teen and its always a little unkempt.

But I confess when I came out I was more concerned about how my new bikini fit. The bottom was fine and snug, but my boobs were overfilling the cups, and I was concerned that they didn't plop out once we were swimming. I wasn't planning on giving my son a show, and didn't expect the one I got as I walked in on him pulling his briefs up around his muscular tush with his big penis still flopping out. It was only for a second, until he tucked it away, and blushed sheepishly as he adjusted the placement. Was I smiling? Well, I made a point of looking him in the eye as I tossed him a towel and avoided staring at his crotch.

I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me though. Guys just can't help where their eyes go. He was seeing me in my first bikini in years. Had I gone too far?

Jack_

Oh god. My mom just busted me with my dong hanging out. And she walks in looking.... jeez, she looks hot. The guys at school always stared at my mom and I resented it, but I have to admit that my mom looks hella better than any of theirs.

She has long wonderful legs, shapely and muscular. She takes care of herself. Her hips are well rounded, with just a little extra jiggle. Just enough. And no cellulite, her skin is flawless. She had stretched her new white bikini bottoms across the perfect triangle of her... stop. I can't write that. Go up. Go up!

If her belly is flat and lean, her breasts are anything but. Why am I writing about my mom's breasts? I guess because I was basically staring at them. My mom has a great rack, full and round. I think of them as firm, but y'know, when my mom hugs me, she usually has a bra on and they seem firm. I soon found out how soft they really are.

This top didn't seem like quite enough. Oh, it was more then just little scraps of macrame tied by string. But it wasn't a top that was long on support and shaping. She didn't need much shaping, but could use a little support. The cups covered about two thirds of each breast mound, but revealed all of her deep cleavage, with enough soft flesh spilling out the sides to attract my attention. I could see that they wasn't so much high and perky, as round and heavy.

The top covered her enough I guess, but the material seemed thin. You could tell where her nipples were and later when she was wet, you wouldn't be able to miss seeing them. And it didn't really keep them from swaying as she walked. They kept swinging apart and together as she approached me. When she bent over to fetch her hat and sunglasses from the bed, they fell forward heavily, straining the fabric and lifting the bottom of the cups away from her body. I could glimpse the undersides of her breasts, that mysterious part that normally rested against her ribs. I secretly hoped they might burst out entirely.

When she stood up, she was still smiling that gorgeous smile and I loved her even more. My mom has a knock out face, even with the broken nose. Her eyebrows are my favorite part, thick and dark, long and low. Her eyes are enhanced by a network of fine laugh lines and sparkle with wit and intelligence. My mom is damned smart. Her broken nose is no longer straight, but has a little bump in it, and flattens out slightly. She looks kind of mocking most of the time, but when she smiles that wide smile, she just lights up.

For some reason though, I never called her Mom, "You ready to go swimming, Chrissie Lynn?"

Chrissie Lynn_

So we went swimming and really had a great time splashing about. I pretended not to notice Jack checking out my boobs. After all they were pretty much just out there, but I realized with some small dismay that when the white material got wet, it also got sheer. Mostly my body was underwater, but Jack was a great swimmer and surprised me more than once by swimming between my legs. The water was clear, and I imagine that he could see my ass cheeks and girl stuff etched against the cloth, but I have to say, I really didn't mind.

We swam out to a platform moored about a 100 yards out from the shore and climbed on board. Jack got there first of course, and as a gentleman reached down to help pull me up. No fault of his, but in the process, my bikini top slipped out of place and the bottom of my left boob partially fell out.

Jack_

I was half hard swimming around with my mom. Her bikini was pasted on her skin like white tissue. When I gave her my hand to help pull her onto the raft, her top started to ride up and her left breast kind of fell out the bottom. Just maybe the bottom two or three inches and I got a quick peek. She hastily adjusted her top, and I watched with envy as she handled those splendid knockers of hers to get them back in place. I wanted to help, but couldn't think of anything except to offer to rub her back like a lame-o.

"That feels good, Jack. Don't stop. Hmmmph, I think I need you to re-tie my strings." So I untied the strings and re-tied them as she held the cups in place over her breasts. She has way more breast than hands. Then I rubbed her back and shoulders and sides and dared to reach around towards her boobs a little. I massaged her briskly to get them jiggling. When my fingertips "accidently" touched the tempting flesh, she didn't object.

But my cock was starting to respond, and I sure didn't want my mom to see I had a bone for her. So I quickly stood up and dived into the clear water. Except that it wasn't so clear and I didnt see the submerged tree branch. I felt it though, when it stabbed me in the lower abdomen and upper thigh. Man it just missed my package!

Chrissie Lynn_

Jack shot to the surface with a howl of pain, and and a slowly spreading pool of blood. He climbed back onto the raft, and we looked at the wound. "We've got to get to shore, Jack, and get some antiseptic on that. Can you swim?"

Well, he snorted at that and beat me back to the cabin. He was in the small pantry/laundry area behind the kitchen looking for a salve in the cabinet above the washing machine when I came in. I was towelling off but Jack was still dripping. He had blood of his yellow briefs.

"Get out of those briefs, Jack." I began to towel him off.

"Ah, Chrissie Lynn..."

"Don't Chrissie Lynn me, Jack. I need to attend to that cut."

"Its not that bad."

"Then lets keep it that way. Besides, I want to wash the blood off of those briefs before it sets."

Jack_

When my mom makes her mind up, there's no arguing. She reached across me, and began tugging at my wet briefs. Well, all that towelling had already gotten her tits to shaking which I couldn't help but notice, and now she was pulling my pants off. Oh god. My swim briefs clung to me and she had to work at it a bit, which kept the jiggles going. But inch by inch she began exposing the cut and with it, my cock.

She was on her knees now, in front of me as another inch of my junk came into view. And then another. And another. And another. Finally the whole thing popped out, half hard, and almost slapped her in the face before she slid my briefs down around my ankles and I stepped out of them. She leaned in close, inspecting the wound. I looked down at her, acutely aware that my dong was practically resting into her shoulder.

Chrissie Lynn_

I was concerned about Jack's cut, but it really didn't look that bad. I kept my eyes locked on the wound of course, but I couldn't help but realize that his magnificent penis was unfurled right beside me. It sprouted from his dark thicket and poured past his heavy balls, finishing as a big juicy plum that dangled well below my chin. I truly knew for the first time that my son had an amazing cock.

As I started to stand up my shoulder accidently bumped up under his penis. He gasped slightly. The whole incident took barely an instant, but I was very aware of its weight draped across my shoulder and then as I continued to stand up, it bounced onto the upper swell of my boob and fell through my cleavage before sliding off to swing merrily. I stood in front of him and put my hand on his chest to calm him. I was close enough that my boobs barely grazed him and then I felt his stiffening penis nudge my belly. I held his eye for a long moment and wanted to hug him, but backed off.

"Go lie down, I'll throw these briefs in the wash before the blood sets."

"What about your bikini? You've got blood on it too. You should wash it at the same time."

Jack_

Unbelievable. I'm inches from my mom with my dong out and its at half mast already and she's looking with disbelief at her bikini top which is smeared with my blood. I don't know when it got there, but I'm getting excited as I consider that she's going to have to take it off right in front of me.

I could see the thought sink in as she reached around behind her back to pull the strings loose. I watched as her breasts dropped about three inches when the strings fell free. The cups barely covered but no longer contained my mom's bountiful bosom.

Chrissie Lynn_

He was right, I had blood smeared across my bikini cup, quite a bit really, and I had made such a big deal about him stripping down in front of me that I had no choice. I knew he'd been ogling me since I put this silly thing on, but I could still feel that I was protecting my modesty and keeping our relationship within normal bounds. We have always been close, but normal.

Could I do this? Could I take this next step and remove my bikini top for him? Not for him, I corrected the thought, but in front of him, knowing that he would enjoy seeing me do it? I couldn't quite believe that I was reaching behind my back to untie my bikini strings. I hesitated and fumbled at the loose bow knot. One tug of the string and it would come undone.

There.

My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. I could feel his eyes greedily taking in the sight of my twins hanging loose and scarcely hidden under the bikini cups. I dropped my gaze to see his "guy" straining for a better look at my girls.

I screwed up my courage and reached up behind my neck to pull the tie there. As I did so I tried looking him directly in his eye, directly into the challenge. But I couldn't hold him against the temptation of bare boobies and his eyes left mine and darted down to my chest as I lifted my arms and the cups of my bikini rose up. My heart pounded as I realized that my nipples were now peeping out at him. I was somehow making a real strip show out of this.

And again I hesitated, desparately aware that he was greedily taking in the display of my quivering fat breasts while I waffled. I stood transfixed by my dilemma, fingers grasping the tie that would unbind. I exhaled. In for a penny, in for a dime. I made the pull, and only knew that I had done so when I felt the cups fall away and watched Jack's eyes feasting on the treat that I had provided him.

I know my breasts shake and sway when I move. They wobbled like custards when I lurched to grab the bikini top before it hit the ground. Very casually I tossed in into the washer, but inwardly I was shaking. I had done it. I was standing in front of my son presenting my boobs

au natural

.

I looked down past my shuddering knockers with their impudent nipples, and shivered at his dick's admiring salute. And then I saw that my bikini panties had spots of blood on them as well.

Jack_

My mom seemed a bit shaken by what she had done. I felt ashamed that I had enjoyed watching her boobs swing into the open air. I'd long been aware of her nipples, but that was the first time I could recall ever having seen them. They looked... like an invitation to dine. Her breasts seemed somehow fuller, more relaxed and appealing then I had ever imagined. They suited her and her body seemed more beautiful then ever.

Suddenly she slipped her hands into her bikini bottoms and stripped them off.

Chrissie Lynn_

What the hell. I let him see my boobs. He may as well see my pussy, too.

I tossed my bottoms into the wash along with our towels and turned the washer on. Jack took a long indecent look at me as I stretched up to grab the antispetic salve off the shelf.

"Lie down on the bed so I can apply this. No arguments, scoot."

As he slid past me I gave him a pat on the tush as I had done many times before, going back to when he was little. I thought it might defuse the situation if I resorted to our old familiar patterns. Just the opposite. We'd each gotten an eyeful of each other, and now I'd had a handful of him. How soon before he would be reaching for a handful of me?

Jack_

Oh god, I already had a boner and my mom was pretending not to notice while she worked right next to it. I had gone from wet and limp to tingling and thick in a minute, but I knew from experience that this wasn't all of it. What if I really got hard?

I mean, I was lying on the bed, all exposed,and she was walking across the room to me as she had done earlier. She was still smiling that beautiful smile. She was still leggy and still had those broad shoulders, womanly hips and long, lean torso. Her breasts swayed gracefully as she walked, and she was blushing. Her magnificent rack was wider then her ribcage and her skin was smooth and unmarked. And I knew clearly now that she not only had large, finely formed nipples but her areolas were nearly four inches in diameter, yet seemed perfectly proportioned on her succulent breasts.

I think that by the time she crossed the room she had watched my guy gain another two inches in length and an inch in thickness. No wonder she was smiling.

As she got closer I managed to tear my eyes away from her bosom to look at her pussy. She had shaved it for the bikini down to a small nest of dark hair around her vaginal lips. Standing next to the bed now, she was providing me with a fine view of her sex, and I could see that she had wonderfully long and full nether lips. Her clitoris peeped out from her flower like a rosy bud, beckoning me. My balls began to ache. I gained another inch in length.

Chrissie Lynn_

I kept my mind focused on the task at hand, tending Jack's wound and ignored that way his eyes devoured me and his beautiful penis responded to my presence. His growing erection was flattering of course. I couldn't quite believe that a vigorous young man like this could find a woman twenty years his senior, let alone his mother, so desirable. Perhaps there as hope for me in love again, but I put that thought from my head. My job was to tend to Jack, not crave his cock.

I sat on the bed next to his head and leaned over him. Studying the cut and ignoring the python that was snaking out up past his navel now. I leaned in close. He smelled fresh. I closed that thought out and dabbed at the cut with a swab and antiseptic. He lurched, his cock swinging up to slap my cheek.

"Easy big boy. I'm not trying to hurt you, but this may sting a little."

"No that's fine, Mom. It just stings more then I expected."

Jack_

"Mom. Not Chrissie Lynn?" She chuckled and dabbed again.

I didn't quite buck, as I had at first. I was more set, but I still couldn't help but stiffen. My legs, not my dick this time. But I did find myself lifting my hips up and thrusting a little in her direction. She dabbed again and I gasped a little and my hips thrust up again and I poked at the empty air. I tried to distract myself from the sting by thinking about her breasts.

She was sitting right next to me and leaning across to come in close and dab away. As she did so, her breasts pressed in on my torso. They were wonderfully soft. Warmer and softer than I had imagined. I didn't actually have much (any)experience with naked breasts. They were far softer than I had thought possible.

As she leaned in my mom's nipples first brushed up on my skin and then were crushed up against me, caught between my hard belly and her boob flesh. It was delightful and I focused on the experience, until the sting of her dabbing sent me thrusting my dick upwards again. As I did this, she reached across me for a tissue and dragged her right boob across my thrusting cock. My knob poked right into her boob and set it to dancing wildly. Niiiice!

Chrissie Lynn_

Now I was practically tittie fucking him. What a distraction. I needed to settle this boy down.

"If you can't stop bucking, I'm going to climb on top and hold you down." I'm not sure what I was thinking, but maybe if I gave a him a little of what he wanted, he would let me finish. I moved on top of him, throwing my leg over him to straddle his face. I leaned back into dab at the cut and when he stiffened, I was able to keep him stable. It seemed to be working.

But we were very close now, positioned in a much more intimate way. Jack lay on his back, his big dick still rock hard, reaching well past his navel and nestled deep in my cleavage. Well, he aught to like that. My boobs rested plush against his abdomen. My face was now down very near to his crotch, but I was dabbing the wound in a delicate area, right near his balls. Thank god they were okay.

I reached down with my right hand to cup his sac and pull his balls away from where I was working. I heard him gasp so I gave them an affectionate squeeze. I was feeling impish, and if he was going to be enjoying what circumstances had forced on us, then I could too. I drove my fingers, gently but firmly into his sac, fingering each ball seperately. His breathing rapidly increased and he reached up to wrap his arms around my hips, hands squeezing my ass cheeks. Turnabout is fair play, I suppose, I had patted his ass, now he was grabbing mine.