They kicked off their shoes as they walked back into the house, and Jim admired his mother's butt as it swayed in front of him. He thought she looked sexy in her tight white shorts, and was surprised to find himself getting turned on by watching her. The evening was still ahead, and he wondered what it would hold in store for him.
Julia plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV, scrolling through the channels until she settled on a music station. Then she muted the sound, another of her quirks. Most people he knew were either addicted to the sound and picture of TV or were incessant channel flippers. His mother preferred to just watch when she wanted, and only turn on the sound if it was something she really wanted to watch. That way, she claimed, she wasn't annoyed so much by the constant barrage of commercials.
Life with his mother was a constant lesson in her individualistic way of life. Jim had long ago resigned himself to her sometimes eccentric habits, but now he was seeing her in a whole new light. He looked at her legs, tucked under her but parted slightly, and at the gentle curve of her hips, and the sleek outline of her slim upper body, her breasts high and firm looking on her chest. One of the straps of her top had fallen off her shoulder, and it allowed him to peek at the top of her lacy bra.
She returned his gaze and patted the sofa next to her. "Come on, sit beside me honey."
Jim sat down and his mother turned toward him. Her top came loose a little more and he caught a brief glimpse at the outline of one bra covered breast. It made his heart beat faster and his mouth turn dry. He took another sip of his soft drink. She smiled at him and ruffled her hands through her hair, fluffing it out around her face. The more he looked at her, the sexier she became in his eyes.
"You're really pretty, Mom. You know that?" he said.
"Why, thank you honey. It's nice to hear you say so. But, if it's a date, you shouldn't call me Mom. You can use my name, just like any date would."
"Okay, I'll try. Thank you for the lovely date, uh, Julia." It sounded strange coming from his mouth, but somehow it was a release also, a freedom from the constraints of the normal mother-son relationship. He swirled her name around on his tongue as he repeated it, and listened to it reverberate in his mind.
She smiled at him, her teeth showing white inside her soft red lips, her head flung back and her long white throat stretched upward. She shook her head once to settle her hair back around her face and took a sip of her drink, looking at her son over the rim of her glass. He looked back at her, but didn't know what to say or do.
Julia touched her son's leg and looked down at him. Then she leaned close to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "You're a sweetheart," she said, breathing the words into his ear. "One of the nicest dates I've ever had."
Jim's pulse was racing and he wanted to take his mother into his arms and kiss her deeply and to push his manhood inside her. He struggled with his feelings and felt his dick getting hard in his pants.
One of his mother's legs brushed his as she recrossed them, and he instinctively touched it. A thrill shot through him at the feel of the soft flesh under his fingers. A slight sweat started on his forehead and under his arms.
"Feeling frisky?" she said, and Jim noticed that both straps of her top had slid down. Now he could see the top of her bra clearly, could see her breasts rising and falling with her breath. She looked down again. "Looks like you're feeling something."
Jim knew she was seeing his hard-on, and he felt his face redden. "Gee, I'm sorry Mom, uh, er, Julia. I can't help it. You just look so wonderful, so, uh, sexy. Is that all right to say?"
"Sure honey. I like to hear it from you. You're my sweetest heart. A woman likes to hear compliments from her date. From her man. It makes her feel good."
She lowered her lids and then looked up again deep into his eyes. It was like a sign of pure submission, and Jim's heart melted. He put his arms around her and hugged her, feeling her little breasts poking against his chest. His heart was pounding like a drum and he could feel it in his ears. He barely heard her when she whispered in his ear.
"It's all right baby. I like it when you hold me." She kissed his neck softly, her lips clinging to him tenderly.
Gasping for breath, Jim looked his mother in the eyes. He saw them half lidded and hazy, saw her lips red, soft and slightly parted, and felt her lying comfortably in his arms. He kissed her and she responded warmly, kissing him full on the lips, sighing into his mouth. He experimentally flicked his tongue out and touched her lips, and felt them part at his touch, then an electric shock quivered through him as her tongue joined his.
His control was all but gone and Jim mashed himself against his mother's mouth, frantically searching for her tongue and probing the inside of her mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue wrestling with his and snaking in and out of his mouth. Both of them were sobbing and panting when they broke the kiss.
"I was wondering when you were going to make a move," she said, and rubbed his leg. "I knew you wanted to. I want it too."
Jim was in heaven now and he peeled her top off her chest to reveal her bra. He loved the look of the satiny cups and the twin mounds they covered. He touched them and felt the soft smoothness through the silky bra. It felt wonderful and a surge of pure joy shot through him. He had no idea how to unfasten the bra, but felt around on her back until he located some kind of fastener.
He struggled with it until she put her fingers over his and expertly undid the clasp. The bra was still held in place by the pyramids of her breasts, but he brushed it aside and stared at her beautiful tits. They weren't too large, but creamy and firm looking, high on her chest. The nipples were a dark reddish color and when he touched them they sprang to life. She shivered with the sensation.
"Oh, that feels good honey."
He touched them again, squeezing them in his strong fingers, tweaking the nipples until she squealed in delight and pain. "Not too hard, baby," she cooed.
Jim put his head down and she smothered him between her breasts. He smelled their enthralling animal smell and nipped at the succulent flesh. He slipped one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and Julia moaned with pleasure. He suckled on that breast, then switched to the other one, bringing both nipples into full arousal.
He was so excited now he could hardly control himself. He hadn't been with that many girls, but his mother was a full sexual creature, mature, experienced, and, as he was just beginning to discover, extremely sexy. She lifted his shirt over his head and ran her cool fingers over his chest and down to his hard stomach. She unsnapped his shorts and Jim felt his hard-on aching for release.
When her fingers touched it, he thought he was going to cum instantly, even though he still had his underwear on, and his shorts were still in place. Just the opening was undone, laying bare his throbbing male member. His mother traced the length of it and watched as it swayed to her touch. She pressed a sharp fingernail into the soft underside of his cock, and Jim practically rose up off the couch.
"Did that hurt honey?" she asked in mock surprise.
"Yeah, sort of."
"Let Momma make it better for you. I'll kiss it and make it better."
Before he could answer, Julia had peeled her son's underwear away and was massaging his bulging hard-on. She wrapped her fingers around his bare flesh and squeezed it in her hand, watching as a few drops of pre-cum oozed out the slit. She licked her lips and then lowered her head and licked up the moisture from her son's cockhead.
Jim thought he was going to faint as his mother's lips found his cock. It was the most incredible feeling he had ever had in all his young life, the feeling of his mother kissing the head of his cock and sucking it into her mouth. Slowly, she took more and more of him inside her, slurping wetly at his bulging rod. The wet sucking sounds were so erotic, and the sight of his mother making them so stimulating that once again Jim teetered on the edge of instant cumming.
Julia seemed to realize this and pulled off him, licking her tongue up the length of his shaft as she withdrew her hungry mouth.
"Ummm, tastes good," she said, wiping the corners of her mouth and shifting her gaze to her son's face.
"It's fantastic, Mom," he said. "It feels better than anything I've ever felt."
"So you like the way your old mom sucks cock?"
The erotic words and the lascivious look on her face set Jim on fire. Her fingers were now around his cock, moving it slowly up and down. He was pulsing in her hand and knew he was going to blow his load at any second. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his breath was coming in ragged little gasps.
"Oh, you're gonna make me, oh I'm gonna," he said, struggling to find words, struggling to say them as his mouth dried up in the heat of his passion.
She felt him growing even bigger in her hand and realized what was happening, realized he was about to cum. She plunged her head back to her son's lap and engulfed his hard prick in her greedy mouth. Just as she got the head fully into her, he shot his first load. The creamy hot jism flooded into her, filling her mouth with his urgency. His hips bucked and he poured wave after wave of his steaming cum into her belly.
Julia licked at his cock, sucked the juice from it like it was a milk shake. She guzzled contentedly as he blew his hot cream into his mother's sexy mouth, and he watched as she gulped it all down and stayed there searching for more. Gradually he started to grow limp, and she nibbled at the shrinking member with little love bites before finally withdrawing from him.
She looked into his eyes and he could see the glazed, far-away expression. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, wanted to feel her tongue wrapping around his just like it had wrapped around his pounding cock. Through the haze of her lust-clouded vision, she opened her lips in a half smile.
"Mmmmm, my first taste of you. And you came in my mouth. You're so sweet. Oh baby, I just want to eat you up again and again."
Jim could hardly believe any of this was true, that he had just had sex with his mother, that she had sucked him completely off and swallowed his cum deep into her belly. Just looking at her and hearing her sexy talk was practically giving him another hard-on already. No one would ever believe this, and besides, who could he tell?
She licked her lips and wiped a finger across her chin to gather any stray drops of her son's cum. She relished every drop and sucked in a mouthful of air and then blew it out slowly through pursed lips. "So good," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Such a sweet boy. So good to your Mom."
Slowly, she slithered up his body, her sweaty breasts leaving trails up his belly and chest. He could feel her hot breath tickling against his skin and blowing across his ear. She kissed his neck softly, then held her head back with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Jim kissed her on her full, luscious lips and her tongue swirled inside his mouth, gripping his passionately.
He could taste the musky remnants of his own cum mixed with her sexy kiss, but it tasted good coming from her. And her tits rubbing against him were getting him excited again. Running his hands down her bare back, Jim felt the separation of her butt cheeks and ran a finger up there, then cupped her ass, gripped it in his strong fingers and pulled her against him.
She pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. "Ready for some more?" she asked, and he felt her fingers between them, felt them slide under his balls and around the base of his cock. He started to get hard again and she massaged the beginnings of his hard-on.
