Karen Albers was restless as she stood at the kitchen sink looking out at the dreary winter weather. She thoughtlessly rinsed off a plate and put it in the dishwasher. Her mind was occupied with more important matters. Would the decorations be up in time? Would she have enough food? How long will he stay? Will he want to...
The yapping bark of her dog cut short Karen's thoughts.
"Molly! Quit it! They can hear you down the street," Karen shouted.
She slammed shut the dishwasher and moved to the oven, putting away a couple of baking pans that were on top. She thought of him again, but this time she was less worried about her preparations and more interested in why she loved him. She visualized his body with the muscular arms and chest. She remembered the feel of her hands on his abs and sleek waist and strong legs.
"Damn it, Karen," she scolded herself. "He's so much younger. What makes you think he'd do it again."
Then Karen was back at the sink, looking out the window, but only seeing his rock hard cock and his beautiful, throbbing erection in her hand. Her lips parted involuntarily as she thought about taking him in her mouth again and feeling the warmth on her tongue.
Molly barked again and she ignored it.
One of Karen's hands slid inside her jogging pants. She was already wet when her fingers slid over her pussy and between her legs. She spread her legs and leaned over the sink slightly, pushing her ass out in anticipation of the finger about to slide inside her body.
She sighed as it penetrated her and she thought back to when she first felt his cock enter her. Karen used her moist finger to rub her clit, softly at first and then harder with each surge of pleasure that ran through her stomach. She clung to the edge of the counter and felt her hips rhythmically push forward each time she plunged her finger back inside her cunt.
Over and over she repeated the process, her moans growing louder by the minute. Karen thought she heard the dog behind her and she paid no attention. She only thought about him. Her Steven. Her lover.
Karen's head tilted back as she prepared to cum. Suddenly, a hand was on her chest. Two hands; clutching at her tits.
She shrieked and turned her head, feeling a body against her ass.
"Steven!"
Karen began to pull out her hand, but Steven, a 21 year old athlete, applied strong pressure on her forearm and kept it inside her pants.
"Don't stop," he told her.
He moved his hands underneath her t-shirt and slid up her body until contacting the undersides of her tits.
"Were you thinking of me, Mom?"
She nodded. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Do you always masturbate in the kitchen?"
Steven's hands had his mother's tits completely engulfed, kneading them roughly and pulling on the erect nipples.
"S...sometimes," Karen stammered.
"Finish. I want to hear you cum," he said into her ear.
Each time he touched her nipples Karen felt her pussy tingle. Her finger hesitantly returned to its place and began massaging her clit once again. Steven had her shirt pushed up so that her breasts were exposed and Karen wondered how long the shirt would remain on. Steven's hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass and Karen fought the urge to reach back and grab it.
It took a minute or two, but once again she was on the verge of cumming. By then the shirt was off, causing only a momentary delay in her masturbation as it slid up over her arms. Karen concentrated on her pussy and clit as Steven pulled down her pants. Once she was naked and he was pressed against her once more with his hands manipulating her tits, she was ready.
"Oh God, Steven. I'm going to...oh my God! Yes! Yessss!"
"Cum for me, Mom."
Karen's body shuddered as the first orgasm began. Two fingers slid inside her this time and Steven heard a series of gasps when he left one hand on her tit and put the other on her clit. He squeezed his mother's nipple and clutched at her tit while rubbing her clit as fast as he could. Karen's breathing was fast and uneven as her body reacted to each new sensation.
Steven enjoyed the feeling of her naked body in his arms as he reached around her. He kissed her neck and anxiously waited for when he could have one of her tits in his mouth. Meanwhile, his cock grew harder and harder, pressing against his jeans as he rubbed it against her ass.
Karen was sure a second orgasm started immediately after the first. The multitude of fingers in and around her pussy and on her tits was enough to keep her cumming for a long time.
"Yes, Steven. Right there. Harder!" she urged him.
She finally gave in to the temptation and reached back for his crotch. Instantly, she felt the outline of his cock. She rubbed it furiously as her orgasm began to subside. Then another hand was on hers and she heard a zipper open. Within seconds, the undeniable feeling of her son's cock was on her hand. She gripped it tightly and felt it twitch with pleasure.
"I want to fuck you again, Mom. Just like before," Steven said quietly.
Karen didn't speak. She simply moved the cock into place at the entrance to her dripping wet cunt. All the nights she had spent dreaming of him couldn't match the moment. All the times she came thinking of his cock in her couldn't match the reality.
She felt the head enter her, followed by an incredible stretching of her pussy as he slowly pushed the rest of his erection into her.
"Ahhhhh, Steven," she murmured under her breath.
He pulled nearly all the way out and then more forcefully drove forward. Karen groaned.
"Tell me what you want, Mom."
"I want you, Steven."
"Tell me," he demanded.
He was fucking her more rapidly. His jeans were coarse against her ass with each thrust. Karen didn't answer.
"Tell me!"
"God, Steven," Karen said timidly. "I want you to fuck me."
"Again!"
"Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me harder!"
There was urgency in her voice now and Steven returned the favor in his actions. He pulled his mother closer to him and slammed his cock into her with reckless abandon. The sound of Karen's juices surrounding Steven's cock filled the kitchen, combined with their moans and groans of delight.
Their first and only encounter had been fast and furious. Karen wished for more but Steven's pent up desire for his mother made it impossible. Soon, he was ready to cum.
Without further words, only a guttural sound from Steven, his orgasm began with a long, warm blast of cum into Karen's cunt. Another quickly followed. And then each thrust produced a smaller and smaller spurt of cum as Steven continued to fuck his mother. They could barely stand by the time Steven shoved his cock into her for the last time and held her close, feeling the muscles of her cunt tighten around his shaft.
"Merry Christmas. I'm home," Steven said.
"I noticed," Karen replied.
***
Karen Albers was an exceptionally good-looking forty five year old woman. Short blonde hair framed a delicate face featuring blue eyes and sensuous lips. Jogging kept her body as trim as possible, but middle age curves were appearing, much to the delight of any man who saw her.
Her only child was born twenty-two years earlier and Steven had always held a place close to her heart. He was too much like his father for his own good. Only a few inches taller than Karen, he was handsome and playful.
Mother and son were always close. It was only in the past year that their mutual desire for each other was acted upon. Steven had been home from college for the summer. Karen, who worked part time at a non-profit agency, got to see him a lot. Her husband, an executive in the insurance industry, travelled extensively and Karen and Steven found themselves alone most of the time.
Having lived in a fraternity house for more than two years, Steven was used to wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts around the house. Karen, living by herself most of the time, seldom gave a second thought to how informally she dressed at home. The result was inevitable considering the feelings Karen and Steven had for each other and the amount of time they spent thinking about each other.
Karen was the first to comment on her son's attire. She did it in the tone of a mother, but her body reacted like one of his many girlfriends. Then Steven gained the confidence to comment back and the mini-war began to see who would cave in first to more modest attire. To their surprise and delight, the opposite occurred.
It was early one morning when Steven walked past his parents' bedroom, only to bump into his mother as she came out. She wore a football jersey that scarcely covered her ass.
After apologies and a long stare from Steven, Karen said, "I guess I'll have to remember to finish dressing with you here."
"Why? I like that," Steven said, motioning to her jersey. "Anything under it?"
"Steven! Stop it."
"I'm serious," he said. "Go like that all morning. I like it."
Karen, of course, didn't have a great desire to argue with him and wore the jersey and small panties the remainder of the morning. She felt a shiver every time she walked through the same room as him. A couple times she was certain he had a view of her ass as she reached for something. She also was certain the front of Steven's shorts contained an ever-growing bulge. The sight of it excited her, but she never seriously thought she would advance beyond the imagination stage of seeing his cock.
By noon Karen had managed to make her panties damp more than once and Steven considered locking himself into his room to relieve himself. Their shared frame of mind was kept secret until a second chance encounter in the hallway started a chain of events that would change them forever.
This time, it was Karen who met an unsuspecting Steven.
"I don't suppose you were cleaning that room," she said.
Steven shook his head. "Nope. Not without your help."
"I'm done helping you anymore," she replied, peeking into the bedroom. "How bad is it?"
