Hello reader! Thank you for your patience between chapters. This chapter is a bit longer but as usual, can be read as a standalone story but fits in to the 'Family Traditions' series. Hope you enjoy!
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Despite what the clock read, Tricia's work week was essentially over and she was slipping out of work mode. She'd be out of office the following week, using the waning days of Summer before classes at the University started up again to go away with the family. Lena was working a volleyball camp near the coast, a few hours drive from where they lived and Abby was coincidentally set to attend a Sports Medicine clinic in the same area. Chris also had reason to celebrate as he had earned a promotion at work and the new position started in a couple weeks time. Deciding to make a mini vacation out of the convenient circumstances; they planned on staying in a beach house near the camp and clinic. Tricia was looking forward to a week away with her family as well as a week away from work before the next semester started.
She sat at her desk, staring out the large corner window, mentally checking off everything that needed doing before they left for the coast. As she went up and down the list in her head; she couldn't help but start to think about all the possibilities the next week held. The family had become closer than ever since Chris became a part of their 'family traditions' and a week together in a house on the beach provided ample opportunity to get even closer.
Tricia sat in her office letting her imagination run wild with all sorts of scenarios, each more intense than the last. She felt herself getting a warm and familiar tingle between her legs. Without much thought, her hand landed just above her hose covered knee and she closed her eyes; feeling the sheer fabric on her fingertips, savoring the feeling as they worked their way up her leg. Tricia caught herself before she went any further, snapping back to reality and resisting the urge to masturbate then and there in her office during work hours. She sat up and adjusted herself, taking a deep breath and collecting her thoughts.
Tricia spent the next few minutes organizing her mental to-do list and prepping her office for her absence. She was meeting Chris to celebrate his recently earned promotion over dinner, just the two of them since Abby and Lena had plans of their own. It didn't take long for Tricia to beging thinking about Chris and their first experience together in the very office she was in. Her mind raced with memories and her own made up scenarios, the urge to touch herself quickly returning.
At 4.00p, with her mind foggy with sexual thoughts, Tricia finally turned her out of office auto reply email on and any incoming calls outside of the office would go straight to voicemail. She let out a heavy sigh, releasing the week's stress in one big breath. She turned towards the large window, overlooking the random bustling of the campus below and continued to let her mind wander. She slid her heels off her feet and rubbed some of the soreness out of her arches and toes, a feeling that resonated up her legs and between her thighs. Between her own caressing and the mental images dancing inside her head; she felt her nipples harden and her panties begin to dampen.
Her body begged to be touched further and she was losing her ability to ignore her own desires. Tricia still had time before Chris got off work and she knew she couldn't resist much longer. As she scanned her office in a futile attempt to stay busy, her eyes landed on the couch against the wall. It was the place where she first felt Chris' rock hard cock in her hands and the spot where mother and son came together for the first time. She felt a warmth between her legs and her knees get weak. She walked slowly but with determination over to the couch and sat down in the same spot Chris and her fucked previously.
Tricia sunk into the couch and undid the top two buttons on her blouse. Her thoughts of Chris and his body were driving her crazy, her excitement building with each memory replaying in her mind. She immediately felt flush and her cheeks and chest get warm. The familiar tingle grew between her legs and Tricia crossed her legs in an attempt to apply pressure to her crotch, teasing herself and indulging in her own thoughts.
She tilted her neck to the side and lightly traced her fingertips from her collarbone down to her chest, making sure to linger on the exposed skin not covered by her bra. Tricia closed her eyes and bit her lip while her free hand clutched the arm of the couch as if getting ready to hold on for the ride. Her breathing intensified and she felt her heart beat faster at her own touch.
She began thinking about Chris' hands on her body, grabbing her hips as he slid inside of her wet pussy. Tricia bit her lip harder remembering the look on her son's face as they came together for the first time. She felt the wetness building between her legs as her right hand disappeared beneath her unbuttoned shirt, cupping her left breast over her bra. Her left hand clutched the arm of the couch with a tighter grip, resisting her animalistic urge to slide it beneath her now soaking panties and pantyhose.
Tricia's right hand made the move beneath her bra and a moan escaped her lips when her fingers found her stiff nipple. She closed her eyes and her imagination ran through several scenarios, each getting more intense as her body let go and embraced the pleasure.
Pinching and pulling her nipple, she continued to bite her lip and imagined her son's mouth in place of her own fingers. She moved her left hand from the arm of the couch and placed it on her left thigh; applying pressure as her mind raced with thoughts of Chris.
Her hands worked in unison; getting as close to masturbation as she could without actually fucking herself. She wanted her son next to her. She wanted Chris' hard cock in her hands, his pre cum providing the lube for her to stroke while he buried his head into his mother's chest; as if he were feeding again. She wanted to stroke his hair, feel his body squirm as she cradled his body.
Tricia's actions intensified and her own body began to writhe. Her moans turned to grunts and her hips raised and lowered, beckoning her own hands to go further and provide relief to her throbbing clit. Tricia's mind pictured her son bending her over, grabbing her hips, and fucking her from behind. She moved her right hand out from under her bra and began to paw and massage both breasts through her shirt. Her eyes were still closed and her body was still bucking in rhythm with her own touches.
"Mmmm that's it baby. Mommy's good boy. You want to give mommy that cock, don't you, baby..." Tricia's whispers escaped her lips, dripping with lust for her son's touch. The thought of his tender touching, her motherly instinct to be gentle and caring filled her with as much excitement as the thought of her boy taking control and showing her he can be in charge.
She wanted ride her naughty boy's face; covering his lips and tongue with her cum just as much as she wanted him to look down at her as he slid his throbbing cock into her waiting mouth. Tricia finally gave in and lifted one leg onto the couch; creating enough of a space for her left hand to make contact with her pantyhose covered crotch. Tricia nearly climaxed as soon as her fingers made contact with the soaked hosiery. She pressed two fingers close to her clit and her body immediately tensed up.
Tricia gave serious consideration to ripping her pantyhose right then and there; the intensity of her lust continuing to build to a crescendo. Her juices soaked through her panties and pantyhose; sticking to her probing fingers and leaving them wet as she pushed them deeper into her still covered hole. As her right hand continued to massage her breasts; Tricia brought her now wet left index and middle fingers up to her lips and shoved them into her mouth; tasting her juices. She sucked and licked her cum off her digits and returned them to her dripping cunt.
Tricia felt the intensity build and her toes started to curl while her hands seemed to work independently of her brain which was too busy focusing on daydreams of her son's tongue and cock. Her hips pressed back against her fingers, now furiously rubbing her pussy through the sheer fabric and lace panties.
Tricia was lost in her own world; feeling her orgasm build and anticipating her orgasm on the same couch she first fucked her son. She wanted to feel Chris' cock explode inside of her; his spunk hitting the back of her pussy as he called her mommy while his body shook and trembled. She could almost feel her pussy gripping his cock; holding on tightly as he shot his load into the hole he came from.
Tricia braced for her own orgasm, moving her right hand from her breasts to her mouth; remembering at the last second that her Secretary was still nearby. Her chest heaved and her hips bucked and tossed and Tricia let go; ready to ride her climax.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuooooh fuckjesusfuck" Tricia felt the warm liquid seeping out of her slit and soaking her already drenched panties and pantyhose. Her hands slowed and lingered on her pulsating clit as well as her heaving breasts. Tricia began to slowly come back to her surroundings, her entire body buzzing with satisfaction as she attempted to corral her breathing.
She moved at a snail's pace, not wanting to lose the post-orgasm feeling but after a minute or so, Tricia did her best to compose herself. She made it back to her desk on legs that felt like jello, pulling her skirt down and buttoning her shirt back up in the process. As she sat down, she felt her dripping wet panties and pantyhose cling to her soaking pussy; a sensation that nearly sent her over the edge again. Tricia brought her fingers, still wet with her excitement, up to her lips and began sucking them dry. Her tongue danced over her digits, tasting the rewards of her handiwork between her legs. She was jolted out of her distractions by the beeping of her phone's intercom.
