Life Together

Chapter 13 - Mine Now

Jane waited about half an hour; the thought of her actions running through her head, as she played with her son's seed in between her fingers.

She was only thinking about her son, and what must have been going through his head. He must have felt terrible about this-- he had just fucked his mum, and she had left him in the kitchen with the mess.

It was something she had to fix.

Jane went to the sink and grabbed a clean washcloth, wet it in warm water in the basin, and wiped down her thick bush.

She then came back from the bathroom to her bedroom, walking across the room to her dresser and opening the top drawer.

There, folded neatly, was a piece of red lingerie, a lacy teddy, something Lauren had gifted her.

She draped it over her nude body and then she pulled out a pair of matching lace panties and put them on.

Jane left the comfort of her room and walked to Max's and threw the door open.

Max was racked with guilt, sitting in his room, left to be broken by the regret of his actions.

"Max..."

"Mum, I am so, so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I I'll understand if you don't want to see me, I can look for a place tomorrow. I don't think we can live together," Max rambled.

"Maxwell!"

He knew he was in trouble.

Max fell silent.

"Pick up your shit, you're not sleeping in your room." Jane was stern, not to scare him, but to stop him from spinning out of control.

"You're going to throw me out? Mum, please, wait 'til morning; I'll leave, and you won't have to see me again," Max said, frantically.

"Max, sweetheart, I'd never throw you out."

"Th-Then... wh-why...?" he stuttered.

"You're going to sleep in my room."

"What?" Max was shocked,

"If you want to fuck me on the kitchen counter, you need to come cuddle me in return. So, pick up whatever you need." She moved to the door, but stopped just before leaving.

"Oh, and Max, sweetie?" Jane said, in her motherly tone.

"Yeah?"

"You won't be needing PJs."

With that, Jane left the room, her bare feet prancing against the floorboards.

Max stripped off his boxers, grabbed his phone, its charger and two pillows, and made his way to his mother's room.

He entered, finding his mother still in lingerie.

"You can take that side, sweetie," Jane said, pointing to the right side of the king bed.

Max walked to that side of the bed and placed his pillows down, plugging his phone into the wall socket by the bed frame.

He then climbed into bed.

Jane flicked the switch and turned off the light; she then rolled over to lie on the chest of her naked son.

"I love you so much, Max. You don't have to worry about hurting me or forcing me, I'm willing to do anything for you. Anything, anytime, all you need to do is ask," Jane confessed to him, she wanted him to want her in her entirety.

Max pulled her close, and whispered, "Mum, I love you."

Jane felt butterflies inside her stomach, and raised her head to make eye contact with her son. She pecked him on the lips and placed her head back on his chest, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Chapter 14 - Pleasing Her Son

Max had awoken to his body shaking. He opened his eyes in awe, Jane's pussy was directly in his face, and her lips were wrapped around his cock, that wettest mouth of hers, sucking him in.

He grabbed her hips and buried his face into her pussy, lapping the moisture as if he was in a desert.

"Aaargh," Jane moaned, realising her son was then awake.

She stopped sucking him and pulled her ass forward, her thick bush brushed from his mouth, down his chest and onto his crotch.

It was her turn, and she was ready to make sure her son understood, she wasn't afraid to fuck him senseless.

Jane grabbed his cock, lined it up and backed down onto it, taking in the feeling of being filled by her son.

Jane then planted her hands on the bed in front of her and raised her hips and slammed her pussy down on his dick, reverse-cowgirl style.

She wanted to make him cum deeply inside her, she wanted it to be her doing.

Max began to panic, he was very close, he tried to push her off of himself, but Jane doubled down and slammed her pussy all the way down on his cock.

"Muuum, you need to get off, I'm gonna cum!"

That was music to her ears; she just tensed her Kegel muscles, tightening her pussy's grip on him, sending him over the edge.

Jane felt her son surrender to her--

the flood of cum poured out into her hungry pussy.

After Max's orgasm subsided, Jane slowly slid off his cock, turned around, and began to clean him up with her tongue.

She wrapped her tongue around his young balls and sucked; it was driving Max mental, especially after he had just cum.

Jane then moved up the shaft, still hard, to the head of his cock, where the remnants of his seed were still dribbling out. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, and ran her index finger from the base of his urethra, pushing the leftover cum up and out of his cock.

She swallowed her son's cum, then she pushed him deeper into the back of her throat, pushing her nose into his pubes, still wet with her juices. She took his balls in the palm of her hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

Her mouth sucked in, as she drew her head back up his cock, she got to the tip and then she pushed it back down, sending Max mad with pleasure.

Max began to cum again, quickly filling Jane's mouth, only for her to swallow and begin sucking his cock like a straw; he could feel her draining his balls.

Jane pulled his cock out of her mouth, and licked her lips clean. She then got up and left the room naked. Max was left in the bed drained and sexually fulfilled.

This was the start of a new relationship between a son and his mother, and the son was sure that this was just the beginning.

Chapter 15 - The New Normal

Jane rose from the bed, as naked as the day she was born, and walked out of the room, headed downstairs.

Max sat up in bed, going back over the previous day and this morning in his head.

He had fucked his own mother, and she loved it. The realisation that this wasn't a dream, whirled in his mind; he stared into the distance, his mind going a thousand miles per hour.

The smell of bacon pulled him from the trance.

Max got out of bed and raced downstairs to find his mum in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Jane was wearing nothing but an apron.

Max sat down at the table and watched; his cock starting to harden with the thought of a third time for the morning. Max put the thought to rest, however; he needed to eat-- she had fucked him into starvation.

Jane grabbed two cups of coffee and walked over to her son.

"What have we done?" asked Max.

"What we wanted, what we needed. It's okay to stop, if you want, Max."

"I didn't say that, mum. If anything, I want more," he said, smirking with lust in his eyes.

"Woah there, cowboy, you need to slow down. We can't fuck like rabbits forever; we both have lives to live."

The bacon started crackling and Jane rushed over to the stove, pulling the crisped strips from the pan, then delivering the plate to the table in front of her son.

Max, starved, began to wolf down the bacon, stopping for a sip of coffee here and there. Jane chugged her coffee and set the mug back on the table.

"I have a few errands to run," she stated. "Have fun at work, sweetheart," she said, pecking him on the lips before going upstairs to get dressed.

Work, he thought, he didn't have work until ten o'clock today, his eyes turning to the oven to see 10:45 printed on the digital screen. FUCK, he was late. He grabbed the leftover bacon, stuffed it in his mouth, jumped up and ran to his room. He grabbed his uniform and started pulling it over his body as he was getting down the stairs to the door.

Jane giggled at the sight from her doorway. Jane walked down the stairs, grabbing her keys and shutting the door. She had stuff to do.

Walking out in time to see Max's bicycle ride over the hill down the road,

Jane jumped in her car and began the drive to the mall.

Chapter 16 - An Unaverage Day

Jane stood at the entrance of the pharmacy, conflicted about what she was doing; she needed the morning-after pill, and this was the third pharmacy she had been to, the rest had none in stock. Jane walked to the counter and asked the clerk for a Plan B pill.

The clerk, an older woman, looked Jane dead in the eyes and yelled to the pharmacist,

"WE HAVE ANOTHER WHORE, BOB!"

Shocked, Jane recoiled from the counter, hurt by the embarrassment of the clerk's candor. She ran from the store.

She wasn't a whore, she just had needs.

She held a hand to her belly and thought about the consequences of her actions. A part of her was at peace, the other part knew it was wrong to have her son's child.

Then the phone began to ring; it was Lauren.

...

Jane had rushed over to Lauren's house to comfort her friend. Opening the door, she saw Lauren on her couch, crying--

an eviction notice was in her hand.

"What am I going to do Jane?" Lauren choked out through the tears. "I can barely afford this place, let alone something else. They've gone and sold from under me, I have thirty days to leave. I'm GONNA BE HOMELESS."

Jane looked at her friend, and laughed, "Bitch, you're retarded, you really think you'd be homeless?"

"What are you saying, Jane? How are you gonna find a place for me?"

"Oh, Lauren stop it, you can move in with me," Jane said, smirking.

Lauren looked up at her with tears and began to wail like a child.

"There's only one thing I ask."

"What is that, Jane?"

"That you won't bring men home, and you won't fuck my son."

"Deal," Lauren said, knowing full well that was going to be one of the hardest things to do at this point.

Jane knew she had planted a seed with this statement, a seed of an idea she was going to cultivate into the greatest sexual experience she could possibly imagine.

Meanwhile, Max had arrived at work. After he secured his bike, he walked into the restaurant. Max had gotten a job as a waiter at an Italian restaurant a couple months ago. He was good at his job and the manager had great respect for him.

"Nice to see you're alive, Max!" yelled Terry, Max's grey-haired manager.

"Sorry, Terry;, the time got away from me."

"You'd best put your running shoes to use then, hahaha," the old Italian laughed like a loon.

"Hurry up, you've kept the new girl waiting for an hour!" Terry shouted, walking back through the swinging doors to the kitchen.

"What new girl?" Max yelled after Terry; they had been a little short on staff lately, so it wasn't too much of a surprise.

Max walked briskly into the kitchen, looked around and froze.

"Fuck," quietly but clearly, fell from his mouth.

There in the uniform, standing at the sink, the new girl, a ghost from his past--

there stood a nineteen-year-old Eliza. She had put on a few pounds, but it clearly all went to her tits and ass, which had doubled in size.

She blushed at the sight of him.

"Woo, Max, cool it, or else I'll give you a write-up for sexual misconduct, hahaha," Terry chuckled.

"Leave him, Terry! Maybe he will finally get laid and quit being a prude!" Rosemary, the chef and Terry's wife, yelled out. "Maybe, he'll lose his virginity, hahaha."

The two other cooks, Reggie and Fred who were Terry's sons, burst into laughter. Max stood there, red as a tomato.

"If he plays his cards right, he will," Eliza said.

The whole kitchen was silenced, as everyone took a second to process the statement.

The silence was broken by Eliza as a high-pitched laugh bellowed out of her mouth.

"Ha! you should see your face!" she exclaimed, pointing at Max, who had begun to shrink at the humiliation.

The whole kitchen burst into laughter; the cooks began tearing up from laughing too hard. Max stood there, his eyes dropping the floor, the rage of his embarrassment welling up from within, he wasn't a virgin-- not anymore.

"I'm not a virgin," whispered Max's mouth, so quietly that everyone could hear he'd said something, but they couldn't make out what.

"WHAAAT?!!" yelled Terry through his laughter, the pain in his old ribs stinging.

"I SAID, I'M NOT A FUCKING VIRGIN ANYMORE!" Max announced defiantly.

The kitchen fell back to silence, which was quickly followed by Fred cheering.

"Wahoooooo! I win you lose; I win you lose, hahaha," he laughed, pointing at his brother, who promptly turned around to his sibling, pulling out his wallet and handing over roughly four hundred dollars.

Fred turned to Max, and stated, "Hookers don't count!"

"You think your father pays him enough for a hooker?" Rosemary chuckled, "congrats, kiddo."

Max's eyes met Eliza's. He saw she was furious, her hands balled into fists, and her eyes were unblinking, watching Max like a hawk.

"Go home, Max, you deserve a day off," Terry said, winking. In reality, he was almost certain Eliza was going to smash his face in.

Max walked out of the kitchen, saying nothing.

Eliza could tell his words were the truth and she hated it. His virginity was hers to take, and he was meant to marry her. This was a hiccup in her plans.

Chapter 17 - The Girl Who Lives Next Door

Eliza had a dream-- she was going to have a perfect life. The white picket fence, pregnant and barefoot, with her husband, who was her childhood sweetheart, the boy next door.

Eliza had loved Max from afar for years, she even convinced her parents that she needed a telescope to watch the stars.

Little did they know that she was using it to peep at the teenage boy across from her bedroom window.

She had bribed her best friend eighty dollars to invite him to her birthday party, and to get the two of them into a room together. Her friend, Ellie, pulled through and convinced the party to hold 'seven minutes of heaven' in her closet. What Eliza hadn't considered was him rejecting her-- she was hot and willing, there'd be no reason to say no.

But Max didn't say no-- he ran from her and vomited on the lawn, only to sprint away from the situation.

A lot of people who were there, went on to pass the rumour that Max was gay or something, but Eliza knew he wasn't.

As Eliza found out early on, Max rarely closed the blinds... and her telescope was amazing. She had often watched him pull up porn on his phone and jerk off his massive cock. Sometimes, she would slip her fingers down to her pussy and rub herself to the rhythm of the his strokes, dreaming of the day he'd finally gain the courage and ask her over.

But, that day had never come, and then after the incident, she watched as the one she loved, grabbed a pillow and held it as he cried.

She wanted to run to him, but knew deep down she would expose her secret of watching him. She would watch and wait patiently, for the time being at least.

Her parents were away in Europe and wouldn't be back for a month or two.

She noticed a change of routine; Max rode his bike somewhere in the morning and she had to find out where.

She wandered across to Max's front door and knocked a few times.

The door opened and there stood a woman in a dressing gown, Max's mother, Jane.

"Morning, Mrs. Finnegan, how are you?"

"Good, Eliza, you can call me Jane, please, I'm not married. What can I do for you?" Jane grumbled, the coffee still steaming in her hand.

"I was about to head to the park with some friends, and I was wondering if Max would like to join us."

"No."

"What?"

"No, he won't be able to, he's at work, not that he would want to, not with you."

"Why not? Have I offended him?"

"You ruined his reputation, you little bitch. Saying that he's gay just because he didn't want to kiss you, pathetic!" Jane scoffed, clearly angry at her for hurting her son.

"Jane, I didn't start that rumour, I just wanted to try to make it up to him. He's a good guy and I regret the way this all turned out."

Jane looked her in the eye, and just said, "Do you know the Italian joint down the street?"

"Yeah, I love that place, they have amazing lasagne!"

"He works there," she said, before slamming the door shut, scaring Eliza. P

She had trodden on scorched earth. She thought it would be okay after she had given Jane a few grandbabies to dote over.

Eliza picked up her phone and called the restaurant, an elderly man with a thick accent answered,

"You've reached Trattora!,How can I help you!"

"Hi, I'm Eliza, I was just calling to see if there was any possibility that a job was--"

"Come in on the seventeenth at ten AM sharp, don't be late!"

"Thank you, I won't let y--"The phone promptly hung up. She was in.

...

And there, Eliza stood, looking at the man whom she thought would be hers, and yet again, she had been thwarted by the unexpected.

The dots began to connect, as the moaning she had heard the night before, which she had chalked up to Jane finding a one-night stand, was actually Max fucking someone, and by the sounds of it, he was good.

Fuck it, she had been too shy in waiting for him; if he wouldn't, she would have to take the reins.

Chapter 18 - Lauren Comes to Stay

A few weeks had passed, and Lauren had begun moving into the house with Jane's help.

Eliza had watched this new woman move in, and she hated it-- was this actually the woman who had fucked her beloved? Why was she moving in? It wasn't fair!

Lauren had moved into the guest room; she was struggling to resist the urge to go fuck Max.

Meanwhile, Max and Jane had come to an agreement-- no sex while Lauren was home.

Jane had spoken to Max about their relationship, and had told him explicitly that she wanted him to find a girlfriend so she wouldn't take away his chance of one day finding a wife.

It was a Thursday, when Jane had come home late from work at 11:30pm. Lauren, being home, spoiled every chance Jane had to fuck her son, and she was horny. She walked to Lauren's room, put her ear to the door, and listened, where she heard only snoring-- this was her only chance. She walked to her room, got naked and texted her son a photo of herself, spreading open her pussy lips.

The reaction was instant, Max entered her room before she could even send a seductive follow-up text message to it.

He ripped his clothes off and jumped onto the bed, kissing Jane. His mouth then moved to her neck, her tits, then her stomach, and finally, her pussy.

She grabbed his hair and pulled him forward, deep into her bush as his tongue found her clit. She covered her mouth with her other hand and tried to hold in the screams of pleasure.

Max was enjoying her movements, as she was instinctively rocking her hips to get the attention of his tongue to the parts that craved it. A finger slipped into her and curled up, rubbing the roof of her vaginal wall.

Jane was getting closer by the second, but Max suddenly stopped, pulling back, grabbed her leg and flipped her on to her stomach. He leant in and licked from her clit to her asshole; then he grabbed her hips, pulled her up to her knees, lined up his cock, and rammed it in. Jane gasped at the force.

Max's hands gripped his mother's hips and pulled her back to his cock, slamming his hips forward, hard. He bounced her like this for a few seconds, a loud, clapping sound echoing from their bodies slamming together. Jane lost control; it happened-- she started cumming on his cock, but he wasn't slowing down.

The juices squirting out of his mum sent Max into a frenzy, doubling down on the speed he was fucking his mother. Jane's voice started to leak out, and her moans cried out into the night, as her second orgasm hit.

Her cries caught Eliza's attention, and woke up Lauren.

Lauren instantly knew what was going on, she got up and nakedly walked through the kitchen, upstairs and stopped just outside of her best friend's room, her fingers playing with her pussy the whole way.