Cole's Lessons

Cole strolled into the house at 3:15 to find his mother at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in her hand, wrapped in her bathrobe. She had removed the lipstick. He immediately sensed that she was most definitely NOT okay.

"Mom?"

"Cole, honey. Sit down." She could smell the sweat through his clothes and noticed that he was in his typical workout clothes--T-shirt, sandals, baggy gym shorts. Kim took the next few minutes to relate her Chloe encounter to him.

"What are we going to tell her, Cole?" It was not in keeping with her to defer such things, and Cole sensed the opportunity to help.

"Well, Mom, we just tell her the truth."

"The truth? Cole, sweety......" She began, but he interrupted her. "Mom, she said she'd keep this quiet, right? I'm guessing the least we owe her is the truth about what she saw, and then, let's just go from there and see what happens." His right hand was on her knee now. He had scooted his chair more closely to her, and they were nearly face-to-face.

"Cole, has it occurred to you that I might be pregnant with your child? I told you I was on top of my fertile cycle, and we both behaved irresponsibly."

"Yes, mother, it has."

"O.k., so--what--you're o.k. with that? Are you nuts? I'm supposed to be the responsible one. How in the hell did I let this happen?"

"Mom, stop. You're escalating. Just breathe." Cole took her hands in hers. "We both knew what we were doing. Well, at least we do now, and yes, I'm not just okay with it; I'm over the top about it."

Kim raised her head up. "Seriously, Cole. You don't know what you're saying."

"Oh, I don't, do I? Do you actually think I wasn't aware of the risks when you told me you were ovulating? Do you actually believe I didn't want to do this with you? Mom, you're amazing both as a mom and as a lover, and if you think I'm going to say I regret this, you're just kidding yourself."

Kim dropped her head into her lap. "Oh, Cole, baby. Stop. You don't know what you're saying."

"All right, Mom. Let's just see who's kidding who." He pulled out his cell phone, opened his texts, and said, "You're going to watch this with me."

"No, Cole, stop. Stop this."

"Nope. You open your eyes and watch, Mom." Cole pressed the play button, and his mother watched as 79 seconds of unadulterated lust and love replayed on his phone's screen. She saw her beauty. She remembered how she felt in that moment, and her mind drifted to the ecstasy she had shared with her son over the past 48 hours.

"Cole, that's just me, out of control, that's all." He was having none of it. "Well, Mom, then I'm also out of control, and we're going to be out of control together, I guess."

"What am I going to tell your father, hmmm? How am I supposed to tell him we committed incest, Cole? How do I tell him I'm in love with my son? How am I supposed to tell him that I'm carrying his son's baby? "

"We'll do it together, Mom, if that's what you want, or we don't have to tell him at all, if THAT'S what you want."

"I've never lied to him before, Cole." Kim was looking up at him, her eyes pleading for a sense of direction.

"We don't have to decide now, Mom. Let's just think about it for a bit, o.k.?"

Kim stood. "I really do need a shower, Cole."

Cole stood and gently hugged her. What Kim thought was his half-erection was just his penis bunched up in his shorts. "Mr. happy again, huh?" She gently pressed her hands into his shorts, noticing now that his unit was bunched up tight, almost curled into a ball.

"Cole? What the heck."

Cole smiled back at her, looking down. "I, uh, haven't changed out of my jockstrap, Mom. I saw your video and, well, you know, I thought..."

Time stood still for them both. Kim's prior influx of hormones hadn't gone anywhere since her interaction with Chloe; it was just repressed from her negative emotions. Now, in Cole's arms, how he smelled unlocked the door, and the awareness that he was still wearing his jockstrap after a 4-hour practice threw it wide open. Her body flushed.

"Cole, Sweety. Please don't." Her face flushed deeper. Her will weakened. She desperately wanted him to let her go, but she welcomed his arm parting her robe, gently opening the garment, starting to expose her nakedness to him again.

"You didn't shower yet, did you?"

It wasn't a question; he was taking control. He looked directly in her eyes. She melted. "No, honey, you asked me not to, remember." She felt her nipples stiffen as the cool air met them between her son's gently massaging fingers.

"Good girl." Cole's use of that phrase caused his mother's knees to weaken. Her son's comments made her feel 18 again. She leaned into him, feeling her pussy lips thicken. Such an alpha male. His praise made her want to do anything he asked.

"Mom, I was serious when I told you that, and quite frankly, it wasn't a question, so let's try again. I'm going to go out and get my duffel bag from the car. You have 5 minutes."

He retracted his hands from her waist, closed her robe, and kissed her cheek as he spoke the last phrase. "Lipstick. Nothing else, Mom. I'll be back in just a second." He turned to leave but paused. Turning back, he added to his last comment. "I like this video, Mom. If you want to put those shoes back on, that'd be o.k. too."

Kim watched from outside her body as her son closed the door behind him. She saw the sun on his curly locks, the tight ass bend as he opened the door and began rummaging in his car for his stuff.

That ass.

Her eyes focused on the deep crease V of his ass, and she felt her wetness surge.

Her fertility consumed her.

Pulling her eyes away from him, she dropped the robe on the floor and began a sure, steady walk to her bedroom. 2 minutes later, she had laced her strappy black shoes back in place, firmly tied around her ankles, and 10 seconds later, she was in the bathroom, her face pressed into the mirror as she recoated her lips with the deep, dark, glossy wax.

Putting the tube away, she was panting as she reclined back on the couch, her ass at the edge, her left foot down on the ground, her right foot held up high on the couch's back, causing her pussy lips to spread slightly and display their pink insides highlighted against her reddening labia.

Cole appeared in the doorway only moments later, locking the door behind him. Now out of the bright sunlight, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the living room lighting. When they did, he saw his mother's form spread across the couch facing him, the fingers of her left hand idly sliding over her clit, her right hand gently cupping her left breast, squeezing and pulling the distended nipple.

"Is this better, Cole?" Her breath was husky. Heavy. Lust-filled.

"Holy crap. Yes." Cole dropped his duffel as he moved to her, quickly sliding down to his knees after he dropped his shorts, pulling his T-shirt over his head and leaving both in a puddle. His hands were on his jockstrap and beginning to lower it when Kim took control.

"Stop, stud. We're going to do something different today, okay?"

Cole was enraptured but tentative. "Uh, o.k., Mom. What?" He was kneeling at her side, his eyes moving between her red lips and her busy hand on her breast.

"For one, you're going to slow down, mister." Kim lifted her body and, now sitting on the couch's edge, had one leg on either side of him. "I already love you, Cole. Now, I want to enjoy you, and that starts with taking our time."

Cole was staring at her lips. "Cole, honey, do you like Mommy's lips today?" She smiled as she whispered the phrase, putting her lips closer to his face.

"I do."

"Oh, good. Can Mommy have a soft kiss, honey?"

"Uh huh."

Kim put her son's hands onto her thighs as he straightened up on his knees, now face-to-face, and leaned in to give him the softest of pecks on his lips. "Mmmm, Cole. That was nice, but--can Mommy have another one?" She slipped her hand down and over his engorging shaft beneath the jockstrap. "I like what it does for you, Cole."

She leaned in, turned her head slightly to the right, and, draping her arms over his shoulders, gave him a longer kiss. It was enough to close their lips together, pressing lightly. Cole moaned. Kim backed out slightly, then quickly kissed him again, slightly harder, and when she backed out again, her tongue gently lapped his lips, warm and wet.

Cole exhaled and moved forward, searching for his mother's lips again, but she tightened her arms and held him back. "Nuh uh, Cole. Slowly, son. Relax, o.k. Mommy wants to feel you heat up for me, ok.? I want to explore you as much as you want to explore me."

"But, Mom?" Cole pleaded.

"Patience, o.k.? You have some more things to learn about women and about me, Cole. "For one," and she leaned back into the couch's soft back, her ass still at the edge, "you need to appreciate what you put me through today." Kim pushed her son's shoulders back slightly as she raised her spiked heels onto and inside the couch's cushion support frame, neatly splaying her legs out. She was nearly sitting, but her hips were thrust forward, and her legs caused her lips to open up.

"Down, Cole. I want you to smell me. I want you to smell us together. You need to taste me." Her right hand lifted up onto the top of his head, gently pushing him down. Her son's hands moved closer into her core, and he allowed his mother to press him over her erupting vaginal flower. His nose was just a millimeter above her valley, and she could hear him taking in her essence, deeply through his nose and into his lungs. It was pungent. Earthy. Musk. He could smell salt and hormones and sweat and his cum mixed in with his own sweat, all of which was mixed in with her own.

"Oh, fuck. Mom. You smell so amazing. So sexual." Kim's pussy pulsed with his words.

"Taste me, Cole. Please." He let his tongue touch her valley in the middle, then lowered his head to feel it slide down into her hole. Kim's jaw relaxed, and her eyes glazed over with the warm muscle probing her wetness. She rotated her hips in a wide, sweeping circle, feeling her labia press against his jawline. Cole responded by tonguing her gently in and out, then lifted his head, his tongue trailing wetly between her labia and ending just below her clit. Kim's hands squeezed his head tightly.

"Stop. There. Cole. Stop right there." He stopped his head, but his tongue made a lazy circle around her clit and ended up pushing it up from underneath. The lightning rod flashed its electricity, surging from her clit, through her flowing vaginal walls, up her core, and pulsing into her nipples. This was too much, too soon.

"OH MY GOD, COLE, STOP. PLEASE! WAIT!" Kim's thighs clamped around his head, begging him to stop, and despite the pressure and close confines, Cole relented.

"Breathe, Mommy." Cole took the moment to tease her. She could feel his breath between her labia, and with his tongue now removed, gently spread her legs again. "Cole, oh my god, Cole, wait." She thought she was controlling this, but now it was obvious who was going to lead.

"Do you like it when I lick your pussy button, Mom?" Cole spread her thighs open again, kissing her clit as he spoke the words.

"Oh, fuck. Cole. Wait. Wait, please. Please?" She was squirming from the waist up but held her hips perfectly still.

"I want another taste, Mommy. Please?" Cole extended his tongue and made a long, slow trail from her clit down to her hole, pressing firmly with his mouth, and let his tongue glide in and out of its quivering softness.

"Ohhhhgaaaawwwwdddd, Cole, Ohhhh." Kim moved both hands to soften her hardening nipples, squeezing and pulling them to decrease their overstimulated flesh, but only heightening it.

Cole talked into her pussy. "Oh, Mom. Your pussy tastes so good for me. I just want to spend all day here tasting you." Kim had thrown her head back. Her eyes glazed over, and she gave herself up to her son's oral skills.

"Cole. Fuck. So good. So good for Mommy. Good boy. Nice and slow now."

Kim's hands guided his head up to her clit again while her words guided his sexual psychology. "Gentle, Cole. Wet. Now, stop there and SLOWLY make a circle with your tongue." Cole complied, and his mother melted into the couch.

"Good boy, son. Very, very good for Mommy." Her hands applied pressure to his head, and her son's tongue trailed its hot, wet path to the bottom of her valley. She stopped him. "Same thing, Cole. Give Mommy a nice, slow circle with your tongue.

Cole did so.

"Good boy, but deeper now, Cole. Extend your tongue into me."

Cole pressed his mouth more tightly against her vaginal opening and pushed his tongue deeply into her hole, swirling light, creamy circles in the now-flowing juice. He lifted his head a bit, kissing her open hole and the red lips on either side.

His mother cooed her approval. "Oh, Cole--so very nice." Cole's arms slid down her thighs, and with both hands under her knees and his tongue back around her clit, he lifted her knees up, spreading them widely apart. Kim groaned again. The motion moved her ass forward towards her son, rotating it up, and Cole pressed her legs back to put her anal flower and her gaping love hole on full sexual display for him.

He kissed her hole gently again, sliding his hands to her ankles, and noticing the black strappy stilettos, he punctuated her sexual arousal. "I love you in these shoes, Mom. So slutty for me. So beautiful for your son when I get to eat your sweet pussy. Don't you think?"

Kim was teetering on her orgasm. It had been some time since David had gone down on her, not to mention with this erotic of a sexual experience. Her hands were mauling her breasts now, and she had the devil's smile across her face. Her son wasn't just an alpha male with a large cock; he could eat her out like no one had ever done. He was worshiping her pussy, her clit, and for the next half hour, she fell in love with the fact that he was teasing every drop of her juice from her as she opened herself up to him.

Cole noticed the wetness sliding over her lips and down her ass cheeks, so he took the natural next step.

"OHMYGODCOLE YES!" Kim's son had lowered his mouth, flattened his tongue, and slid down her slippery lips over her perineum. He was rubbing his tongue in slow, wet, hot circles around her asshole. "OHFUCKYESCOLE. OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD. COLE!"

The pressure of his tongue there set off her orgasm, and Kim's body shuddered as her pussy lips began quivering. The fluid poured from her, wetting her hole, then her labia, until her son could taste it dripping down to his mouth still sealed over her anal muscles. He felt her contract and quiver, so he opened his mouth, raised his tongue up, and licked long, fast strokes from her asshole to her clit, circling it 4 or 5 times, then back down, circling her ass 4 or 5 times, then back.

As her son orally pleasured her, Kim melted. She lowered every social guard she had up, and her basic, raw being flowed from her mouth into the space between them. If anyone who knew this loving wife and mother of two had heard this in polite society, they would have been shocked.

"I love it, Cole. I love feeling your soft tongue eating me out. I love your mouth and lips on my soft, tender pussy like this. Eat mommy's cum, son. Do you like how my creamy, fertile juices taste? Oh, fuck, Cole. Kiss my achy clit again. Lick her. Can you feel how open and wet Mommy's drippy cunt is for you right now? Can't you just wait to fill me up again with your sperm? I'm yours, son. You can have me anyway you want. Anytime. Anyhow."

Her eyes were softly closed as her sexuality dripped from her body into her son's mouth.

Kim cooed her appreciation, piercing the air of the empty house as her son's mouth and tongue rolled her orgasm through her for the next minute or so. Cole stopped on her clit, sucking it into his mouth, pulling and pushing it into her orgasm. Kim's voice stopped instantly, the nerves arresting any controlled function outside of her brain stem, and her vision narrowed. With no air coming in or going out, she was riding the highest of endorphin highs as her son racked her body.

She didn't pass out, but nearly so. When she finally got a small break between seemingly unending vaginal contractions, her hands gripped his head, pushing him violently back and out. Her thighs slammed shut, and she rolled into a fetal position on her left side, her head facing the bay windows out.

It was deathly quiet, still. Kim lay quivering as Cole stroked his mother's ass, smiling at her as she rode out her cum.

"Fuck, Cole. Where did you learn how to do that?" Her voice was a lusty whisper.

"You just taught me."

Kim smiled into the blanket below her face. "Oh, fucking hell, Cole. So good for Mommy."

"Do you need to rest, Mom?" His voice was genuinely concerned.

"Oh, no, you don't, Cole. We're just getting started." She unfolded her arms and rolled slightly to her right, putting her chest on display. "Come here." Cole lowered his head, and her hands gently folded into his hair on both sides. Kim had her first orgasm, but she was aware that Cole had not, and he was certainly still amped up.

"Do you want to kiss Mommy again?" The question was absurd. She was pulling him to her face as her dark red lips opened up, and they kissed deeply, as lovers do. Her cum had coated his mouth and face, and the smell that preceded the kiss made her nostrils flare almost as much as her red lips entwined with his put him in overdrive.

She didn't just kiss him. She was priming his sexual pump. Her kisses were soft, then hard, then wet and tender, then biting his tongue. She stopped and held his head still in front of her. "I want you to kiss me here, Cole." She lowered his head to her left breast. The strawberry nipples were twice their normal size and hard. Cole's mouth opened to let his tongue greet it first, then surrounded it with the heat of his open mouth.

Kim hissed her approval. "Ohhhhh....yesssssssss... Cole..." She squirmed on the couch as he worshipped both breasts with his greedy lips and tongue. Kim lathered in the feeling. He was so good. So good to her. So good for her. Her left hand slipped off his shoulder and down to his torso, where his cock was straining for a release from the athletic garment he still wore.

"Up, Cole. Change seats with me."

Kim stood with Cole, and they rotated their bodies 180 degrees. She pushed him gently into the mattress. "Mommy wants a taste now, son. Do you mind?" She smiled at him, leaning in on her knees now, her hands sliding up his thighs and onto his abdomen.

"I love what you're keeping here for me, Cole. I love you, and I want you to know I love the fact that you have, in all likelihood, impregnated me. So much delicious cum in here for mommy. So much of your manly sperm in here for my womb." Her head was lying on his right thigh, staring at his covered cock beneath the material, while her right hand played gently over the stretch fabric above it. "I have always loved you, son. But now, I'm pretty sure I love you differently, like a man. Is that o.k.?"

She cocked her head up and gazed at her son. "Mom, I didn't think I could love you any more than I already did, but now I know I can. It's absolutely o.k. with me." His right hand set atop her head and slid down into her raven hair, stroking her back. They sat like that for a few moments, reflecting.

What had started out innocently enough had now bonded them in a much different way. Neither was in a hurry. Neither was afraid of the truth. Both knew that this was right for them, and both loved discovering more about each other.

After a few minutes, Kim was ready to re-engage her sexuality with her son. Her pussy was still swollen, aching again, and her body had recreated the heat from the smell of her son's testosterone so close to her mouth for the past few minutes. She knew he wanted her. Knew he needed her near. She wanted to give him this again.