"The cops arrested Dad?"
Nicole looked up from sorting the pile of clothes on her bed. Brandon was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. He looked concerned.
"He violated his probation," she said, tossing a shapeless yellow sweatshirt into a box marked Salvation Army. "Driving drunk. He failed a breathalyzer."
"Whoa." the youngster walked over and put his hand on his mother's shoulder as if to offer support. "Bad luck for Dad. He just get pulled over or something?"
"Or something." She casually reached back and patted the boy on his hip and continued with her task.
"You're not real cut up about it."
Nicole finally stopped what she was doing and turned to face her son. "I turned him in. "
"What?"
"I called the police," Nicole said calmly.. "He tore out of here in the Camaro half-blitzed this morning. He's a danger to himself and others. It had to be done."
"Damn it," Brandon muttered They stood so close to one another that Nicole had to tilt her head in order to look up into his dark green eyes, but she could not read his expression.
He started to laugh out loud. Catching himself he looked sheepishly at the floor, unable to completely conceal a grin.
"You don't sound exactly upset yourself." Nicole also had to struggle to suppress the little smile of relief that tugged at the corners of her own mouth.
"I know," he said, " I should feel awful. I'm a terrible person."
"No, you are not," Nicole said firmly. She took her son's chin in her hand and forced him to look at her again. "Listen to me. George did this to himself. And he's never been anything but a bully to you. Now he's going away for a long time. Maybe it's the best thing for him, maybe he can get help. Either way...I'm done. I've filed for divorce."
"Seriously?"
"Yep." Nicole slipped her arms around his waist, hugging him close. She rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "It's you and me now, kid."
Oh, I can feel his cock right through his jeans,
Nicole thought excitedly. He must be half hard just from this. Well, he sure as Hell should be. She was wearing only a red-checked gingham cotton blouse hanging out over a pair of cut-offs that barely covered her rear end. Surely the boy must feel her nipples poking up stiff against his chest.
Brandon reddened and quickly stepped away. He picked up a pair of slacks from the pile on the bed. "Here, I'll help you with...uh, is this his stuff?"
"Nope," Nicole said briskly. "I went shopping. I'm sick of my ugly old wardrobe." She took the pants from him and held them up. "'Mom jeans.' Ugh. Out with all of 'em." She threw the jeans into the box. "I'm a chick on my own. I want to dress sexy, not like I'm fifty-something."
"Mom, you're..." whatever Brandon wanted to say, he couldn't get it out. He darted to the door. "I'm - I'm gonna clean up. Me and the guys are meeting up down at the field to, you know, kick a ball around."
"Good. Say "hi" to Luke and...everybody," Nicole said. She watched him stride off down the hall. He doesn't get it yet. She smiled devilishly and unzipped her shorts. Well, he's about to get it all.
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"Mom! What the fuck?" The look on Brandon's face was priceless. Nicole had given him long enough to strip, get into the shower and lather up before tiptoeing into the bathroom and yanking back the curtain.
"Exactly," she said, stepping into the tub to stand under the spray with him. Her top soaked through to transparency immediately, molding itself to the curves of her breasts and hips. The long tail of the blouse was all that covered her pussy and ass.
Nicole's heart pounded, her pulse loud in her ears as she admired her son's naked body. Hot water coursed down over his broad, tanned shoulders, slim hips and flat muscular abdomen. Water matted the curls of his pubes and drained in a stream off the end of his cock.
"Mom, I'm notβHell, what are you doing!"
"Shush," she touched her finger to his mouth, taking his prick in her other hand. God, even limp it was huge! "I got to thinking," she teased, "Why would you shower just to go out and 'kick a ball around with the guys?' Your old mother's not dumb. I know a thing or two about those friends of yours. About what you all get up to. Fucking."
The boy was beet red but his prick responded immediately, swelling quickly and jerking upward in her fingers. "You're not old," was all that he could manage to say.
"What a sweet boy," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hotly. She thrust her tongue deep into her son's mouth, sliding one bare leg up the outside of his thigh and grinding her pussy against his rapidly hardening cock. He humped back, his big hands sliding down to her ass cheeks.
"Oh! Good, babe, good." She broke the kiss and drew her head back to look her son in the eye. "You don't have to out to find women to fuck, honey. Stay home and fuck me. Please?"
"You're my mother," Brandon protested unconvincingly. "I mean, we can't..."
"We can. We will. Hell, we already are." Nicole took a half step back, grabbed her shirtfront and yanked it open. Buttons popped off and hit the tile wall with little pings, washing away down the drain. She shrugged the sopping garment off her shoulders and let it fall. Brandon's eyes roamed her luscious naked body without embarrassment now.
Needles of water lashed Nicole's breasts, causing the sensitive flesh to swell even more. She cupped her tits, offering them to her son. Brandon grabbed her then, ducking his head to plunge his mouth over one stiff nipple. "God yes!" she moaned, arching her back against his strong arm supporting her. He slurped hungrily on her tit, biting the rubbery nubbin deliciously. His free hand moved down her quaking belly, fingers exploring the smooth bare flesh of her mound and the folds of her pussy lips.
"Not yet," Nicole murmured, already on the brink of coming just from a few seconds of playing with the boy. "Not yet." She wriggled free and slid to her knees. She ran her fingers up her son's iron hard cock shaft, tickling the underside of the flared crown.
Brandon groaned and his prick throbbed violently under her touch. "Mommy needs to suck.," she said, looking up at him with her eyes wide and mouth curled into a pout. "May she, just for a little while? Mommy has waited such a long time for the chance to suck her darling's big cock."
"Jesus Christ! Yeah, Mom! Suck my cock!" Brandon thrust his hips toward her face. Nicole opened her mouth as wide as she could around the massive girth of her son's prick. She closed her lips around the shaft just behind the head and rolled her tongue against the underside. She moved her head slowly back and forth, taking just a little more into her wet mouth, then a little more...
I'm doing it! I'm finally sucking my own son's wonderful big cock.
The knowledge thrilled her to the core. She could do anything now.
"Oh Mom...oh Jesus! Christ I can't stand it!" Nicole looked up at Brandon, trying to imagine what it must be like for him to look down and see his mother on her knees with her mouth full of his prick. Judging from his dazed, wide-eyed grin she decided it must feel pretty damned fine.
Shower water splashed over her face, flew from her long lashes as she blinked it away and plastered her hair in dark red ribbons down her slender neck, her back and her big tits. After a short while she reluctantly broke the tight seal of her sucking lips around his shaft and let him slide out.
"Let's towel off and go to the bedroom," she panted. Brandon helped her to her feet. "We need more room. I don't want to rush this the first time."
Five minutes later she had him flat on his back in her bed, his fuck-rod jutting up from his loins like a tree trunk. The bed sheets were cool against her tits and tummy as she lay between his legs. Nicole bathed her son's balls with her tongue in leisurely fashion, trailing her tongue tip in slow circles around the tight silky skin of his sack while he tossed and groaned. "Hold still, silly boy," she soothed, placing her hands against his thighs to steady him. One at a time, she took his egg-sized nuts into her mouth and sucked gently but fervently on him. She looked up from time to time to watch him grit his teeth and grimace, fighting to hold on to some control.
Nicole released Brandon's balls and crawled up beside him on the bed. "I'm so glad I caught you before you went out," she purred. "I bet you've got a lot of cum for Mom. It'd be a shame to have spilled it all in Elaine tonight. Wouldn't it, sweetie?"
Brandon raised himself on his elbows. He looked alarmed. "Fuck, Mom, how'd you find out about that?"