Following him as he exits the short hall, across the open concept kitchen to the sofa, she stands watching as he easily removes his cotton shorts and tee, placing the tee on the sofa to sit on. As he sits in the middle, she slowly sits to his right. Karen, partially facing Jason, her hands on her covered thighs, watches as he opens the condom. She stares at his crotch as he begins to roll the "size" large condom onto his thick, short erection of 4 1/2 inches.
Though apprehensive, like his mother, his firm erection could be blamed entirely on his youthful 19 years, or, the sexually arousing conversation that had taken place just a few minutes earlier. We say short erection because the accepted norm is 6 inches are longer, as poles show, with the majority of women saying longer is better. The fact that Jason would be considered on the low end of the scale when it comes to cock length is exactly why his mother is sitting beside him watching his progress. Karen's facial expression is one of loving concern, wondering what her son might be thinking as her eyes dart from his crotch to his face, as she is the instigator here, him, being a bit sheepish, but willing. He is concentrating on getting the condom on properly being deeply aware of what could be disastrous. Both are feeling the instinctive urge to call a halt to the madness, but, the desire for sex in both is too strong. She wants him to look at her, perhaps to give her a smile or a look of desire but her want goes unanswered. The task is soon completed and he places his hands beside his legs on the sofa, his knees 6" or so apart. He still does not look her way. He does not voice his readiness.
Karen had removed her panties on the way to the sofa. He had not noticed her bunny-hopping out of them, tossing them to a chair. Should one be curious, they would find the crotch of the panties with a considerably large wet spot. She is still apprehensive, but slowly stands, moving to stand before him. Lifting her corn-yellow, loose-fitting, cotton house-dress, she maneuvers to straddle his legs. She is aware of his eyes lifting to glimpse her nakedness. The cuff matches the collar, both, being a strawberry blonde, the cuff bushy, in contrast to her neat Cleopatra hair cut. His hands spread to give her knees room on the sofa as she settles herself into position and reaches to take hold of his cock. As she places the head of his cock to her, he is aware of her nonchalant ability to take hold of him, probing until she feels the head touch the entrance to her treasure. Treasure, will be the name that Jason gives to his mother's vagina, which makes her smile each time he uses the term, though "pussy" will be voiced in the throes of passion, more often than not. She settles down onto it, holding it vertical until she is confident it is sufficiently inside her. "Uuuuuoooo, yes, it is perfect, my dear. Absolutely perfect!' she sighs, as she lowers her weight, pushing his cock as far as the short thing will go into her. Do not feel sorry for the dear lady as his shortness is what has brought them to this point, and remember, she is the instigator here. She begins to slowly reciprocate her ass over her son's crotch. With her eyes closed, she remains quiet. She is content to fuck slowly as long minutes pass, but she soon hears him moan and she ratchets up her movements slightly. Again, long minutes. She is 41 and has been bedded by eight men, counting Jason's father. She is no newcomer to love-making and she knows, at 19, what to expect from one so young, horny and distraught. Though he makes no move to touch her, his moans become louder and almost continuous. She reaches her hands to cradle the back of his head and begins a quick paced rhythm, thrusting hard to send him as deep as possible, much her delight! Her breathing elevates, her mouth open. A few short minutes, then.
"Aaggggggggg! Ouuuuu, mercyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Jason moans as he ejaculates. With mouth wide, eyes closed, his head taunt, it would surely have went back had his mother not had it in her grasp.
Karen slows to a stop letting her breathing and body calm while she studies her son. His eyes remain closed, again, causing her mild distress. It is short lived as they are in the clutches, are they not? After a short minute, she begins to reciprocate her hips slowly. Feeling, as she fully expected, he is still erect, she picks up her rhythm and begins to seek her own climb to the top of the ladder. She fells, then views, his hands on her thighs. They begin to creep to her ass, which enhances her desire to fuck to orgasm. But she does not rush! It has been closing on two years since she has had a man between her legs. Her intent is to enjoy her son's perfect length cock. She soon detects a soft moan come from Jason. A slight smile comes to her face knowing he is slowly climbing the ladder behind her. She will wait for him to catch up.
"I love you, Jason" she whispered.
"I love you to, mom." He replied.
In further conversation, it will be agreed he should call her Karen in the throes of passion, but for now no more is said as Karen continues to quickly reciprocate her ass over Jason's crotch, his short stiff cock sending electric shocks through her body until she is soon frantic with the desire to come. On they fuck, as Jason is now fully engaged, matching her rhythm, lifting his crotch to help send his short cock as deep as he can. She is mumbling, but he deciphers, "fuck me Jason! fuck me baby! fuck Mama's pussy!". She soon moans loudly, her body freezing momentarily before quaking, breaking into a frenzied rhythm. Her body is wet with perspiration, her pussy sodden, her smallish breasts jiggling slightly, her nipples erect, the size of a small raisin. She buries her face into his left shoulder, gasping for air. Within seconds of her orgasm, she hears him gasp also. She feel a little concerned about him ejaculating twice into the loose rubber, but the thought of a little spermicide dispels the concern . Her body slows to a stop. She lingers atop him, kissing and snuggling his neck and shoulders, until her breathing becomes normal. She slides off to his right. Because of the nature of their lovemaking, she is still concerned that he still looks down and will not meet her gaze. She notices the rubber laying loosely on his limp cock, the ejaculate leaking profusely, undoubtedly, down over his balls.
"Can I get you something, sugar?" She asks, in a motherly tone, her left hand on his shoulder, her right in her lap. "Anything. A wet rag? A Coke?"
"That was fantastic!" He exclaims, putting his hands behind his head. Her left hand displaced, it drops to her lap. "That was unbelievable!"
Karen, smiles, finally feeling a sense of relief. She leans over and kisses Jacob on the cheek. He turns to look at her. They study each others face for a few long moments before their lips meet, embracing, kissing passionately as lovers.
Just 15 minutes earlier.
Jason walked the short hall to the kitchen/living room.
"Morning, mom."
"Hey, sleepyhead, I thought you are going to sleep all day!" Karen said, glancing over her shoulder towards her son as he takes a seat at the small kitchenette table. "I got the bacon cooked. How do you want your eggs?"
"Scrambled with cheese." Jason replied. "No juice. Just coffee will be fine."
He discreetly studies his mother as she moves around the kitchen, seeming to float on her bare feet. Don't all sons, at some point in their life, look upon their mother as a sexual being? He has always found her attractive and likes the way she carries herself. He looks hard enough to discern her panty line beneath the cotton dress. She has not had a boyfriend for some time and he wonders if she is happy. He knows she is 5'5" tall. Probably, at 135 pounds, she seems to be solidly built, with ample hips, a hand-full of breast, and her slightly bubbled butt cannot help but catch the eye. He thinks, "I would like to be her boyfriend", then, quickly asks for forgiveness for such a thought.
Karen could tell by her son's tone of voice that something was bothering him. He had seemed depressed the last week, but she had not had time for any lengthy conversations. She would wait until he was eating.
"Jason?" She said, sitting across the table having coffee, also. "You've been moping around all week? What is troubling you? And don't tell me nothing because I know better and you know you can tell me anything."
"It's personal, mom!" He replied sort of childishly. "I can't discuss it. Especially with you!"
"You can tell your mother anything and I won't hear of you keeping something bottled up inside. It's not healthy! Now lets have it." she ended with finality in her tone.
She waited.
"I'm not a virgin, mom." He started hesitantly. "and I have been dumped by three girls I have been intimate with. Not really dumped, we are just not intimate anymore."
Karen waited, but it seemed like he wasn't going to go any further. She protested, "go ahead. That can't be much of a problem. You have never found talking to girls to be a problem. I figured you were not a virgin. I know you've never had a steady girlfriend and you're bringing forth only three girls. You're not a virgin, the three gave it up.....and?"
"No, two of the girls just had their hands...... on............ you know............ it!"
He became quiet again, but Karen was not going to let the subject be until she could make her son feel better about whatever it was bothering him. Besides, it was sexual and her nature and curiosity on such a subject was not going to let her stop. She had masturbated last night but it was a wash........ no satisfaction, at all. "Okay, two of the girls have had their hands on your penis. One of the girls spread her legs for you then? You should be happy. You were using a condom, right? You can't be getting some gal pregnant!"
No response.
"You did, right, use a condom?" She nagged.
"Yes, of course!"
"So! Come on. What's wrong?" She encouraged. "You are too young to be having sexual problems. The ocean is filled with fish, you know! Hell, one give you some pussy!".
More silence, then.
