A story about a mom and her adult son, learning more about each other. It is not necessary to read part one, though it is recommended. Please note: the larger portion of this story is written with the narrative telling the story to You, the son.
This story begins with Mom needing to confront her son after their time together in the bathroom.
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As soon as she was left alone, her mind was reeling. A hundred thoughts. Some bad, some worse. Would he tell his step father? What about the neighbors?! His friends! Would they tell others? Her job! She was a respected associate at her company. This could change everything.
She washed her sons cum from her breasts, face, and hair. The whole time she washed, she was so turned on by what had taken place, her hand had drifted back to her aching pussy. Her husband had never felt that good in her mouth. Her son though... he had such a perfect, delicious cock. She wanted to suck it again! Better than she had before.
She moans out, the water sloshing as she trembles in her bath. Her body tensing as her orgasm rips over her. Panting and squealing, the waves of pleasure engulf her body and slowly die away.
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After drying off, she threw on a bathrobe and tied the sash loosely. Quickly toweling off her hair, she blew out and candles and went downstairs to meet her son. The front door shut as she reached the bottom step into the kitchen.
"That was your husband, Mom. He said he was going to go get some time at the office. How long as he been cheating on you, Mom?"
"Wha.. what do you mean? He's not.."
"Are you really going to lie to me?" He interrupted.
"He takes care of me."
Just then, he stood and walked over to his beautiful mom. Running one hand down her smooth face, he leaned in and kissed her, taking her bottom lip between his teeth as his free hand pulled her close.
Her body was relaxed against him as he teased her lips with his tongue. Before she knew what was happening, he had her pinned to the counter and his mouth was on her neck.
"I can take care of you in ways he never could. I can please you and make you happier than ever before."
She walked away without a word. She knew the answer she was supposed to give. But she wanted something more.
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That night you lay on the soft mattress in the spare room, sleeping comfortably. You were having such a wonderful dream. You felt caress and light touches over your hands and wrists. Then over your feet and ankles. But the dream felt different somehow. Like you were drifting from sleep to wakefulness and not much was changing.
You knew those hands, so soft.. warm. It wasn't a dream at all. Mom was in your room.. her body is crawling up your legs, but.. you cant move.
"Mom, what are you..."
"Shh, baby, Mommy's right here."
Your body tensed but from confusion, but you felt so relaxed as her hands worked up your hips.
"Mom, I'm ... "
Just then, her warm perfect mouth engulfed your cock. There were no words for that feeling, as her lips wrapped tightly around your hardening thickness. Her lips felt more... practiced this time. Moving rhythmically and with a purpose. Her tongue danced over your cock, teasing you down the length of your pulsing vein as she bobbed her head up and down.
You lose your words as your eyes lock on your beautiful mom, her cheeks hallowing when she sucks hard on each up stroke.
"Fuck... " Your voice sounds choked as you try to remember what you were saying. The pleasure begins to build up in your heavy balls with each caress of her seductive tongue.
Just when you feel you might be too close to the edge to stop yourself from cumming down her throat... she moves away. Suddenly standing on the side of the bed. Her hands are resting her her soft, wide hips, as if she has caught you with your cock in your hand, like those times so long ago.
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Thinking back to when you had all that free time when you took a year off before college. She must have caught you at least once a week! She would get your laundry and see you laying there. It always shocked her.. she would stand there and stare.. not knowing what to do.
After the first few times, you found yourself jerking off with doors cracked open.. or in places she might see you. Like the time she saw you in the laundry room after the dryer had just buzzed. You stood there stroking your cock, hard, facing away from the door enough for her to think you didn't see her there. Except you saw her reflection in the window; you will never forget seeing her hands massage her breasts that day.
Those days had turned you on so much that you began using her panties. You started with clean ones because you feared she would notice dirty ones missing. Then you got sneaky. Stealing her dirty panties when she was at work.
Except that night when you took them while she was passed out drunk from a night at the bar. You had to get her when she called, slurring her words. She was dressed so slutty that night. Her black heels must have been for fashion, because no one wears 6 inch heels for comfort. They matched her red and black dress that almost covered her ass. She had on those soft fabric thigh high stockings, the washable kind.
Your cock was still hard after cumming four times. You pulled her panties right off of her that night. You remember, don't you?
You told her you would help her change. You pulled that little dress up to her waist while she lay on her stomach, sideways on the bed. You must have held your breath the entire time, hoping not to wake her as you hooked your fingers in the thin, red, silky material and pulled them off. She even moaned and lifted her hips for you. After you untangled them from her heels, you stuffed them in your pocket. After a moment, you went to taking off her shoes and dress. A little surprised to find no bra holding her heavy, succulent breasts.
You knew you could take full advantage of her like this and she wouldn't even know, but you would rather have her awake, willing. She was so beautiful, she deserved to be ravished and enjoying it. So you grabbed the first clean shirt in the laundry basket, your t shirt, and put it on her smooth, sexy body, turning her, you were careful not to touch her breasts though you knew you wanted to.
You stared for a long while, watching her breathe. Her breasts rising and falling, nipples hard from the stimulation of pulling her dress off. You watched, fascinated as her nipples returned to the smooth more flushed softness of her breast, You smiled as you pulled the shirt down over her and tucked her into bed.
You don't know why you did it, but you tied her hair back the way she always does at night, before kissing her cheek and going to your room.
You couldn't get to your room fast enough, her panties practically burned a hole in your pocket. It wasn't until you looked at them, did you notice how damp, almost wet the soft red panties were. You pressed them to your face before wrapping them around your impressively hard cock.
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