Giving In To Temptation 6

Elena sat up with a groan of annoyance. It was Monday, and like most people she hated Mondays. She'd barely seen her son, Jason, all weekend as he was either off with his friends, or in his room playing video games with them online. She sighed and blew a lock of her blonde hair out of her face and chuckled to herself. He was 18 after all, and would be off to college soon, better to let him have his fun before he'd be away at school.

She got out of bed and headed across the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. Just before she turned the water on, her cell phone, which she had left in the living room to charge, started ringing.

"Shit," she mumbled, "Of course just as I'm about to step into the shower."

She grabbed her bathrobe and tried to tie it closed while grabbing the phone. She utterly failed and left the robe hanging open as she saw the call was from her boss. Her boss wouldn't be calling this early if it wasn't important. She sat down in the desk chair as she answered the call.

Jason woke up slowly, and looked over at the clock.

"Seriously?" he mumbled to himself. Despite school being over, and having been up late last night, he still woke up at the same time he would have if it had been a normal school day.

"Well fuck it," he said to himself, "I'm awake now, might as well get something to eat."

He opened the door and stared in shock as he saw his mother sitting at the desk, her bathrobe open and her body exposed to him. Elena for her part was glancing out the window as she listened intently to her boss but looked toward Jason's room when she heard the door open. She saw the look on his face and then looked down and realized her robe was open. She quickly turned away pulling the robe closed with her free hand, and Jason, for his part slammed his door shut, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Holy shit." was all he could think to say.

He knew his mother was good looking, and that she had a killer body (all the women in his family did), but he never thought he'd get to see it. He could feel his dick getting hard as the sight of his mother's perfect tits was burned into his brain, along with the little tuft of blonde hair peeking out from between her legs. He had never thought of his mother sexually, and now he had just seen her naked, even if only for a few seconds. He couldn't help but think about her sexually now.

Elena finished the call and secured the robe around herself. She headed back to the bathroom, and had to pass Jason's room. She stopped outside the door and almost raised her hand to knock before she thought better of it and headed into the bathroom to take her shower. How much of her had her son seen? She wasn't expecting him to be up so early, but maybe he was just used to being up this early and he woke up out of habit? No time to worry about that, she had to get to work.

Jason couldn't keep the image of his mother out of his head, and now he could hear the shower running. The thought of his mother running her hands over her gorgeous body as she washed jumped into his head, and he lay down on his bed as he pulled his cock out and started slowly stroking it replaying the brief moment of nudity over and over in his mind's eye.

Elena finished her shower and got dressed, the moment of Jason catching her all but gone from her head. She fixed her hair and checked her makeup one last time, and figured she'd let Jason know she'd be leaving for work. She opened his door a crack and this time it was her turn to catch him.

"Jason, I'm-"

Jason was lying on the bed, eyes closed, and his cock in hand. As soon as he heard his mother's voice he quickly covered himself and turned on his side facing the wall.

"Jesus mom! Don't you knock?" he yelled in shock.

"S-s-sorry honey," she stammered, closing the door and trying to catch her breath, "I just wanted to let you know I'm leaving for work." she said, raising her voice to be heard through the door.

"Ok, bye." Jason said rather curtly.

Elena paused for another moment, thought better of saying anything else and left. Jason let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he heard the apartment door close and lock. Well, that killed the mood. He tucked his now limp dick away and got out of bed. After grabbing something to eat he called a couple of his friends to see if they wanted to hang out, and then hopped into the shower.

Despite his mother interrupting his masturbation a few minutes earlier, he again found himself thinking about catching her naked, and then her catching him, and wondered exactly how much she saw before closing the door. His dick got hard again as he also thought, for the first time, that she was naked in this very same spot a few minutes ago. Running her hands over her body. However the image in his mind wasn't of her washing up, but feeling herself up, running her hands over her tits, down across her stomach, and between her legs. He grabbed his cock and started masturbating again, as the image of his mother started masturbating as well. In a matter of minutes, Jason felt his orgasm approaching and groaned in pleasure as he fired several loads of cum against the shower wall.

"Fuck," he mumbled, "Did I just jack off thinking about my mother? What the fuck is wrong with me?"

He tried to put the thought to the back of his mind and washed up so he could go hang out with his buddies.

At work, Elena was distracted, the image of Jason masturbating burned into her mind. The sight of his hard cock in his hand as he stroked it (thinking about her?) wouldn't leave her mind for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

"Elena?" one of her coworkers asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Elena asked, quickly regaining her composure.

"Because you've been staring off into space for the last couple of minutes."

"I guess I got lost in thought for a moment." she said, "You know how it is. Got a million things on my mind."

Her coworker nodded and shrugged it off and left her to get back to work. Elena quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom, and after making sure she was alone, she went into the last stall, sat down and took a deep breath. It had been a while since she'd had sex, and seeing Jason's cock in all it's glory only reminded her that it had been at least four years since she'd seen a man's cock in person. She felt an insistent throbbing between her legs and despite the fact that she was at work and anybody could walk in at any moment, she had to scratch that itch. She hiked up her skirt, pulled the crotch of her panties off to the side, sucked a couple of her fingers into her mouth before plunging them into her throbbing pussy.

She moaned in pleasure as she started masturbating, slowly at first, but picking up speed as the image of her son's cock refused to leave her mind. It played out further as she hammered her fingers into her now soaking wet slit. In her mind's eye she stood there watching as Jason continued to masturbate for her, looking at her instead of covering up and turning away. In the fantasy she was still wearing the robe, open so she could expose her body to him, and was masturbating for him. She bit her lip and held back a cry of pleasure as she suddenly had an intense orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure as she slowly pulled her fingers out of her soaked pussy. She caught her breath, and grabbed some toilet paper to clean herself up.

"Holy shit," she gasped, "I can't believe I just did that. He's my son for God's sake."

She fixed her clothes and exited the stall. Luckily nobody had come in during her impromptu fingering. She washed her hands, applied a couple extra spritzes of perfume, fixed her hair, took a deep breath and went back to work.

Jason, much like his mother, kept getting distracted over the morning's events. Enough that his friends kept having to check and make sure he hadn't zoned out on them. He laughed and brushed it off, and got back into the conversation they were having. Within a few minutes the morning's events were the last thing on his mind.

Elena managed to get through the rest of the day without thinking about the morning's events as well. However, on the subway ride home, the thought did jump back into her head. Should she talk to Jason about what happened this morning, or should she just forget about it and act like nothing happened? If she went with the first option, how should she bring it up? What exactly was she supposed to say? She got so lost in thought she almost missed her stop. She was almost relieved to see that Jason was still out with his friends when she got home.

She headed into her room and started to change out of her work clothes, and stopped when she got down to her bra and panties. She took a look at herself in the full length mirror, and reached behind her and slowly unhooked her bra, pulling it off letting her 36DD tits hang free. She cupped them and looked at them, really looked at them for the first time in a long time. Her areola were about the size of a quarter, and her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers. She'd always had big breasts. They ran in the family. Her mother and both her sisters were equally well endowed. She looked at her stomach, not exactly model slim, but she wasn't fat either. In fact, according to her doctor at her last checkup, she was in perfect shape for a 45 year old woman.

She shimmied out of her panties and spread her legs to take a good look at her vagina. She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed despite the fact that she hadn't had a man between her legs in four years. It made it easier to stimulate herself when she masturbated. Which she suddenly felt the need to do... again.

She closed the door to her room in case Jason came home and fished her dildo out of her underwear drawer. She knew it was cliche to keep it there, but it's not like anyone knew. She also grabbed the lube she kept in there as well and crawled onto her bed. She was about to apply lube to the dildo, but instead the image of Jason playing with his cock jumped back into her head and she instead started sucking on the silicone sex toy. She always loved giving head, but since this was a fake cock, she never saw the point of using it orally, but for some reason, today she did. She played a new version of this morning in her head. Instead of watching her son jerk off, she went over to the bed, and took his cock into her mouth.

She ran her tongue all over the shaft of the faux dick, sucking it as far into her mouth as she could get it, even fondling the fake balls, all the while imagining it was Jason's cock in her mouth. She pulled it out of her mouth and plunged it into her aching pussy and started pumping it in and out of herself, faster and faster, imagining it was Jason that was hammering her pussy. She was moaning and groaning, thrashing around on the bed as she continued to fuck herself with her sex toy, grabbing and kneading her tits with one hand, while her other hand kept slamming the dildo into her thoroughly soaked pussy.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she gasped, "That's it fuck me baby. Fuck your mama. Make me cum baby!"

She hit her apex and screamed in pleasure as she came. She thrashed all over the bed, her body convulsing like she was having a seizure. She slowly pulled the toy from her pussy with a wet *shlorp* sound, and tried to catch her breath.

"Goddamn it, Elena, he's your son!" she chastised herself as she realized she just imagined her son fucking her to orgasm.

Jason was the result of the longest relationship Elena ever had at ten months. She couldn't even call the guy Jason's father (instead simply referring to him as the sperm donor) as he had, as her sister put it "run screaming into the night" as soon as he found out Elena was pregnant. Her father half-jokingly offered to track him down and drag him back kicking and screaming, but Elena refused saying she didn't want to be with a man who obviously wasn't husband or father material. Luckily she did have the support of her parents and her two sisters (who between the two of them had five kids, two boys and three girls), so while she was a single mother, she had a built-in support system. She tried dating once Jason was a bit older, and ended up going on dates with a few men, but never really hit it off with any of them, she finally gave up on dating, and concentrated on her career and raising her son.

A couple hours after Elena's second impromptu masturbation session, Jason walked in.

"Hey mom," he said, cheerfully.

"Hey sweetie." she said, smiling.

The two let an uncomfortable silence hang in the air for a few seconds before Elena finally broke it.

"You hungry? I can whip something up if you want." she said.

"Nah, I had some pizza like an hour ago."

Another awkward silence.

"Well, I'm gonna go change and maybe watch some TV or something." Jason said, heading to his room.

That night before Elena went to bed, she knocked on Jason's bedroom door.

"Yeah?" Jason said, sounding distracted.

Elena poked her head into the room and saw Jason engrossed in one of his many video games. "Just wanted to let you know I'm heading to bed."

Jason paused his game and got up "Okay mom, g'night." he said giving her a hug.

"G'night baby."

They held the hug for a few moments longer than they usually did, and Jason gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

"I know I've said this before," Elena said, when they broke the hug, "But I'm proud of you, honey."

"Thanks mom, I couldn't have done it without you pushing me." he said.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed to her room. She slipped out of her sweats and crawled into bed wearing just her panties and a t-shirt. Just as she was about to drift off, the morning's events played themselves out in her head again. Her hand slipped into her panties and she idly started rubbing her clit. She bit her lip and rolled onto her back to give herself better access. The more she thought about it, the more worked up she got, pulling her panties off and tossing them to the floor, she licked her fingers and slid them inside her, but it wasn't enough.

She got out of bed, throwing her shirt off as she crossed the room to pull her dildo out of the drawer. She looked at it in the dim light of the room before sucking it into her mouth as she headed back to the bed.

"Fuck me Jason," she whispered as she shoved the saliva covered toy into her aching pussy, "Fuck your mother."

She fucked herself, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as a new fantasy played out in her head. This time as she walked in on her son jerking off, she climbed onto the bed and impaled herself on his cock, and rode him for all she was worth. In her fantasy she was screaming in pleasure as she bobbed up and down on her son's cock, but in reality she was fighting the urge to moan and groan like she had earlier. She was sliding the dildo in and out of her with wild abandon, and massaging her clit with her other hand. She suddenly had to grab a pillow and put it over her face and screamed into it as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She writhed and squirmed on the bed as she had one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had in her life.

Once the pleasure had passed, Elena took the pillow off her face, as she slowly pulled eight inches of pussy soaked silicone out of her pussy. "Thank you baby," she whispered. "Mommy needed that."

Jason, for his part, grew tired of the game and decided to grab some sleep himself. Much like his mother, the morning's events once again ran through his head. Jason pulled off his clothes, slipped into bed and took his cock in hand. In his fantasy, he opened the door to see his mother sitting with her robe open at the desk, and without a moment's hesitation, pulled off his clothes and walked over to her. His mother put down the phone and took his cock into her mouth. She shrugged out of the robe and turned all her attention towards sucking Jason's cock.

His hand was moving faster and faster on his rock hard dick, precum leaking out making his cock slick, and within minutes Jason felt his orgam about to hit, much like his mother, he had to fight the urge to moan and groan and cry out in pleasure. As he came in real life, in his fantasy he pulled his cock out of his mother's mouth and exploded on her magnificent tits. He realized once he opened his eyes, that he came all over his stomach and hand. He grabbed his t-shirt and cleaned himself up as much as he could before tossing the shirt in his laundry basket. He glanced at the wall that separated his room from his mother's, sighed heavily, turned off the light, rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning when Elena woke up, she realized she'd left the dildo laying on her nightstand and quickly put it away before grabbing her robe and heading for the shower. Once she got in and let the water run over her body, she couldn't help but to bring her hands between her legs, and almost started masturbating again, but stopped herself.

"No, I'm gonna be late for work," she said to herself, "And for God's sake woman, he's your son! Stop thinking about fucking him."

(But his cock is so big. Probably as big as, if not bigger than that stupid toy of yours.) A little voice in her head said. (How long has it been since you've had a flesh and blood cock?)

"He's my son." she said, her hands again sliding between her legs.

Before she could stop herself she slid two fingers inside herself, and despite her protests the only thought in her head was wishing it was Jason's cock and not her fingers in her pussy. She slumped down to her knees as she had an intense orgasm, covering her mouth with her free hand as she wanted to scream in pleasure.

"Goddamn it," she said, "What is wrong with me?"

Jason, for his part, heard the shower, and again he thought of his mother masturbating in the shower (not realizing that's exactly what she was doing), and took care of his morning wood. He grunted quietly when he exploded a few minutes later (not too long after his mother did), and stayed in his room until he heard his mother leave for work.

For both of them, the day passed uneventfully. Elena managed to keep her mind on her work, and not sneak off to the bathroom to masturbate again. Jason took a walk down to the park to try and sort out the feelings in his head for his mother.

That night, after an semi-awkward dinner, they both retreated to their rooms, where Elena threw off her clothes, grabbed her dildo and fucked herself to an intense, satisfying orgasm, again imagining that it was Jason fucking her, instead of the slab of silicone.

Jason finally admitted to himself that despite never thinking sexually about his mother before, he couldn't help but think about her that way now, despite the fact that, at 18, he was still a virgin. He didn't really have a girlfriend, but there were a couple of girls he liked, but all they'd ever done was kiss, with a little bit of fondling, but Jason had never even gotten to second base with either of them. Everything he knew about sex he learned from porn. Earlier in the day he had looked up mother/son videos on various internet porn sites, but instead of seeing the actors and actresses, he saw himself and his mother in the videos. He pulled another one up on his phone and masturbated as he again imagined he and his mother in place of the two people in the video.

Elena also finally admitted to herself that these thoughts about Jason weren't going to just go away. She wanted... no, she NEEDED to fuck her son. And she was willing to bet he needed to fuck her too.

(Atta girl.) The voice in her head said.

The next day at work she went to her boss and asked to use a couple of her personal days for "a family situation".

That night, after another semi-awkward night of long pauses in conversations and stolen glances at each other over dinner they both disappeared into their individual bedrooms.