Introduction: This story has a lot that is nostalgic. The names are Greek -- Helen, her son Jason, Helen's mother Effie, her husband Pericles. And her oldest son, poor Orestes.
Chapter 1
If you've read Homer, you know about Helen -- the face that launched a thousand ships. It was because of her that Sparta, then a city state, went to war against Troy. Helen in that story was fair, slim, and very beautiful. It was said that she was so beautiful that every woman wanted to lie with her, and do things to her, and even Homer was embarrassed to describe the lurid acts these women did. But because war is a guy thing, and it's all about shoving spears up a guy's ass, Homer in his Iliad writes about war.
Helen in our story is a much more voluptuous woman, a woman who derives her pleasure from servicing hard-ons, making guys want to fuck anything that moves, and putting pussy licking on the back burner. You can't call her matronly, because she had an hour glass figure. She looked much younger because she spent a lot of money on skin care, ointments and creams, much of it organic and natural. She had two sons, one named Orestes, and one named Jason. Orestes, her oldest, was a simpleton and spent most of his time beating his meat. He was home schooled, as much as you can home school an idiot. He usually kept his door closed but his sheets were crusted with dried sperm. Helen sometimes blamed herself for giving birth to a son like Orestes, who was retarded, but she also believed that in a past life he must have been a thief. This gave her some peace of mind.
Her second son, Jason, was 20, a good looking guy and a college sophomore. He adored his mother. In fact, he fantasized about his mother because she looked like a walking wet dream. Like most normal guys, he choked the chicken, and quite often. He had a quickness about him, and knew his cock would be his claim to fame. At least in his own mind. It was a massive cock, a cock as big as a woman's forearm. And he knew how to use it.
Helen was married to a man much older than herself. He was very old, and very wealthy, and wore a hearing aid. You had to shout at him when you spoke to him. He doesn't play much part in this story, because any sex he had with Helen was in his own imagination, a myth. This left Helen very horny, to put it mildly, because Helen's hormones were overactive, especially at that time of month, with her vagina always throbbing, and her nipples tingling.
Helen was a housewife because Pericles (she called him Perry) pampered her and did not want her to work. She was of medium height, and busty. She was only 38 years old and in her sexual prime. Her breasts were magnificent, and were capped with huge reddish-brown nipples. When she read her romance novels, she toyed with her nipples, imagining someone (hopefully Jason) was sucking on them.
Perry adored his wife, but was afraid to approach her for sex. She tried to tell him to calm down, that he was too old, that he had a bad heart, and she tried to make herself heard even with the gadget plugged into his ear. During which time he would whimper and wheeze and flay about, his limp pecker left to dangle uselessly.
When Helen was aroused, her entire body resonated -- her ears were hot, the veins in her neck throbbed, her nipples expanded, her breasts swelled, and the lips
in her cunt unfurled like a fleshy gateway, oozing pussy juice. She needed someone to love her, not just anyone, but a virile young man with a fat cock, a man with good lungs, who preferable is a non-smoker. She wanted someone who could fuck her until she saw stars, until she came over and over, crying hysterically. She wanted her son.
She didn't set out deliberately to seduce him. As she told herself later, it just happened.
Jason wasn't a pervert, he respected all females, especially his mother. To him, she was a goddess and he often thought about how lucky he was to have a mother like Helen. Sure, he ogled her, he stared at her ass when she moved, and watched her bottom cheeks roll. When she sat she displayed lots of thigh, and often he caught a glimpse of her panties. If he looked carefully, and we can assume he did, dark pubic hairs were seen trying to escape the hairy nest between her legs.
Chapter 2
She had cooked a nice roast lamb for dinner. They had a fine wine, several glasses, which released their inhibitions and nature simply took its natural course.
It was a warm Sunday evening and they were sitting together in the living room. Jason was leafing through a fishing magazine and Helen was idly watching him, marveling at how handsome he looked in the glow of the lamplight.
Breaking the silence, she said, "Jason. I bought a sexy new outfit today."
"You did?" He looked up from the magazine. Did she say sexy?
"Yes, I'm going to a wedding next month. Would you like me to model it for you?"
He knew a woman usually bought something new for a wedding. It was a time to show off, to show other women how sexy she was. Usually women dress to impress women. Not men.
"Yeah, sure."
"All right, I will. I'd like to get your honest opinion. It's a bit revealing, but Perry won't be going and I want to dance, and have some fun." She finished her brandy and stood up. "Okay. Just give me five minutes and then come up to my room. Oh, and fix us another round of drinks."
Burning with anticipation, Helen hurried upstairs to her bedroom and began getting undressed. She had caught the glint in Jason's eye and knew that he shared her sense of excitement.
Helen enjoyed playing a sort of game with her son, a time of erotic teasing. She liked to spice up breakfast, for instance, by leaning across the table to give him a glimpse down the front of her nightgown. Or she would wiggle her shapely ass and hips when she wore shorts. It was something she did almost unconsciously, and they both behaved as if neither was aware of what was really going on. And she knew he was at that age when almost anything she did would give him a boner. Even putting on lipstick which she did using her long tongue, licking, sighing, and rolling her ass to keep her balance.
A knock sounded at her door, which she had left ajar. She finished tying her belt and said, "Come on in ..."
The door swung open and Jason stepped into the room, a fresh sniffer of brandy in each hand. He stopped short when he saw his mother with her legs together, one hand on her hips and the other hand across her tit. .
"Well, now ..." he said with a leer. Helen was dressed in a knee-length dress of black chiffon. It was belted tightly at the waist to accentuate the proud thrust of her tits. The plunging neckline, with accents of black frills, revealed the valley of deep cleavage between her bulging bosom. The overall effect was stunning -- and Helen knew it.
"Well? What do you think?" She spun around for him.
"Fantastic," Jason said. He held out her drink. "You look fantastic, Mom!"
"Tell me the truth. Do you really like it? Not too revealing?"
"Yeah, I really do."
Helen downed about half of her drink and set the glass on her vanity table. "Well, you better sit down, kiddo. You ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Somewhat mystified, Jason sank down into a chair, his eyes never leaving his mother.
Helen slowly untied her belt and unbuttoned the front of the dress. She slipped it back off her shoulders, caught it as it fell behind her, and draped it across the foot of her bed. Then, placing her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one hip,
"There now," she said. "How's this?"
"Wow!" Jason gasped.
