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.
