Janice drank; lots. It started with the disintegration of her marriage. The bastard, as she referred to him when she was being kind, had left her. The 'joke' of it was that she was 38 and he left her for two nineteen year olds. Actually he left her for one nineteen year old who has a twin sister. Whether anything actually happened between the three of them was speculation but she wouldn't put it past the bastard.
Janice still raged at the fact that he had made her work all those years, always complaining that she spent too much, when he had all those hidden assets. Thank God she had a lawyer who found them. The bastard was paying now; neither she nor her son Jimmy would ever have to work again but what she had gained monetarily she had lost in self esteem.
That's probably what started the drinking and the little exhibitions. Janice desperately wanted to feel desirable again; wanted to be wanted. She took off her bra and started wearing blouses that would 'happen' to open enough to show a good portion of her full breasts. She took off her panties and started wearing skirts one size tighter than she used to. The curve of her ass and the sight of tit-flesh were not lost on her son Jim.
On a few evenings Janice came home so drunk he had to put her to bed. He didn't undress her but he spent a long time looking in the open blouse and hiked up skirt. On a few evenings she wasn't as drunk as she appeared to be and enjoyed the warmth of feeling his eyes on her and his hands on her as helped her to bed.
Jim was shy and had been basically overwhelmed by his father. If he had a dollar for every time his father had seen him lost in thought and yelled, "Get up and do something you worthless lump" he'd have enough to buy his mother anything she wanted; and now he did.
Jim adored Janice. He loved her face and her kind hands on his, he loved the warmth of her body when she hugged him, and he loved her smell. Even though he didn't like high school, after graduation he took computer classes four days a week because she asked him to.
The first time he touched his mother he thought he would collapse from the excitement. She had come home bleary eyed and gone directly to her room. She had taken her top off and fell asleep on her side. Jim went in after a few minutes to see if she was all right. When he saw her nipples for the first time, he was transfixed. They were mocha colored and covered the top of her tits. He watched his mother's breasts gently rise and fall with her breathing and got a straining hard-on. The longer he looked, the more he wanted to touch. As his desire took him he felt a tremble in his arms and legs. As he reached for her tit he tried to think of what he would say if she woke up. He couldn't think and he didn't care. The ocean was in his ears and his mothers beautiful breast was in his hand.
He gently fondled her and let his finger trace around the big nipple. After a few minutes, his excitement grew but at the same time calmness surrounded him. Janice began to become aware of the sensations. She was so tired that she didn't move nor open her eyes. She languished in her sons touch. As she became more awake her breathing pattern changed and Jim released her breast and left the room.
Janice's mind raced with conflicting thoughts: "how good that felt, how could she let him do that, how nice to have him want to touch her, what kind of mother allows her son to fondle her breasts when she could stop him"? Janice froze; he was coming back in.
Her eyes stayed closed as he quietly re-entered. She heard him unzip his pants. Her tit was in his hand again; firmer this time. He was breathing hard and she opened her eyes just enough to look through her long lashes in the dim light. He wouldn't have seen anyway. His eyes were closed as he rubbed himself while his palm moved across her stiffening nipples. She looked at the big cock so close to her face. She could smell his heat. "My God" she thought "is he going to come on me? Am I going to feel my son's hot cum on my tits or face"? An involuntary sound came out of her throat and he stopped and left.
Neither of them slept well that night and each of them masturbated with the other in mind. Both of their awakening thoughts were of a son fucking his mother; and in one case, then fucking his mother again.
At breakfast Janice kissed his lips instead of his cheek. It was a quick kiss but different and a line of juice went through him. They spoke easily and he went off to class but computers were the last thing on his mind. When he came home, Janice had prepared dinner and was made up. "What's the occasion mom?"
"Does there have to be an occasion for a mother to make her son dinner?" They both laughed because the answer was 'yes'. They had been eating out or bringing in for a long time now.
"Anyway you look very nice, mom"; and she did. The makeup made her eyes dramatic and the low cut dress showed her breasts to their full advantage. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted her and the wine was fueling his feelings. Janice drank lots more than he did and was stirred.
Jim then did the bravest thing he'd ever done in his life. He started to talk to his mother about how he felt. "Mom, could a son love his mother so much that he would do things to her"?
Janice became wary and wide eyed. "What do you mean Jimmy, against her will?"
"Well, no but if he wanted to touch her or something."
"Jimmy, we all have desires and at certain ages like yours, they can be very strong. There's nothing wrong with that but a mother has to be stronger and would never allow her son to do things to her unless he forced her."
"What did that mean?" he wondered. Is she just boozed and not making sense or is she saying…? He made up his mind as to what she meant. They drank into the night.
When she gave him a sloppy kiss goodnight he let his hand slide to the top of her ass. She smiled and turned to go to her bedroom. When he came in a half hour later she was naked on her belly and seemingly asleep. She felt him tying her hands with the wide ribbon to the brass headboard. As her legs spread when he tied her ankles to the thinner brass rods at the foot of the bed, she got wet: not just wet but viscous. He laid his hand on his mother's ass and traced the curve from her waist to her thigh. Janice 'woke up'.
"Jimmy, what are you doing; why am I tied up?"
At first he didn't answer; he stopped then took a deep breath and exhaled. He put his hand between his mother's legs and held her wet pussy. "I need this mom and if this is the only way I'm going to get it, then I'm going to do it this way."
"No Jimmy, you can't touch your mother like that. Listen baby, I know what your going through. I need things too. Untie me and we can talk about. Maybe I can let you touch momma's breasts but we shouldn't do more than that. Jimmy, even if it feels good to both of us we shouldn't do more than touch."
"No mom, I'm beyond just touching your tit, I'm going to do everything to you. I know you would never want me to and you'll probably hate me but I want you so much I have to. It's all I can think about."
"Jimmy, you're my son and I could never hate you no matter what you did but even if I wanted you as bad as you want me you, you still shouldn't put your cock into your mother."
He got on the bed behind her and lifted her hips slightly. As she said, "Oh no, no" she held the position which would give her son easy access to her pussy. He entered her cunt and pushed into the liquid channel. Had she not been so wet, her pussy would not have been able to accommodate his large cock so easily. There was no feeling in his life that had felt better than moving in and out of his mother's cunt. It felt so much better than his hand or the hands of the few girls he'd gone out with that had made him come. It felt so much better to his mother than her hand.
"Oh, oh Jimmy, you're fucking me…no…oh you're in my cunt and you shouldn't be… but you're fucking me so good…fucking your mother so good…"
At the sounds of her words he came. He pumped cum deep into his mother's belly as he reached to get his hands between the sheets and her tits. He spasmed time and again and Janice was inflamed by her son's cum in her, but his quick ejaculation caught her before she was ready to come. She was on the ceiling as the big cock slid out of her.
Janice didn't know what to do or say. She closed her eyes and slowly started to grind her cunt into the wet sheet as she lay on her belly still tied up. Jimmy began stroking her back, stroking the sides of her breasts, her ass, and her cunt. For almost ten minutes she felt his hands, his fingers, and then his tongue find her tenderness and her holes. She couldn't stand it any more. "Jimmy you're not going fuck your mother again, are you?"
He answered with his cock in her, with long measured strokes. "Again and again and again" he said as he plunged into his mothers waiting cunt. This time he fucked her until she was raw and sore. This time his cock found all her secret places. This time her orgasm hit first. Her voice betrayed the lust she felt as she cried out, "Oh fuck yes…oh…oh…in my cunt… oh, oh, oh…" It turned into a cross between moaning and crying: "Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, I let you fuck me…I let you fuck me".
Now he was ready to come again. His second explosion was more intense than the first. There wasn't as much cum as the first time, but the four or five jets he shot into her seemed to send electricity through his body. As he lay on her back with his cock still swollen in her, he just repeated "Mother…mother…mother…"
After a few minutes he untied her. He couldn't read her emotions. She looked at her son and took his face in her hands and said, "I know this wasn't your fault, we're not going to talk about this again". She took a nightgown from the drawer and went into the bathroom. As she left he saw his cum running down his mother's thigh.