Mommy's Rules

The night before, Mom had allowed me to put the entire head of my penis in her. I was supposed to have just put it in and not move it, but as soon as it was in, Mom began humping and it would slide almost all the way out, then she'd push back against it until the just the mushroom head popped back in. The first time, I pulled out and came on her stomach, but then I didn't go soft. We put it back in and humped some more while Mom played with her clit. After she came, she finished me down her throat.

School was great, baseball was going well, and the affair that had begun with Mom was going incredibly well, but I had trouble falling asleep after the monumental moment with Mom. When sleep wouldn't come easily, I tried to put everything into perspective. I needed to keep school and baseball going. If I kept my grades up, and excelled on the field, there was a chance I could get a scholarship for my final two years at the University. Community College players were heavily scouted by top college baseball programs, and I was among the best players on my team and in the conference. All my work in the gym was really paying off and I was hitting for power now. I had bulked up.

As I thought about my current situation, I realized that in addition to school and baseball, I had two very specific goals that I wanted to accomplish that week. The first was that I wanted to put it all the way into Mom. Not just the tip or the head. I wanted to finally find out what it felt like to fully fuck and be fucked back. I wasn't even sure if I was a virgin or not a virgin anymore. We were so close, and I wanted to fully consummate our relationship. I not only loved her; I was in love with her.

The second had to do with my father. I wanted to find him and make him pay for what he did to Mom. I wanted to make sure that he never came back into Mom's or my life. I wanted to ensure that we would never have to deal with the slimy bastard again. I had been formulating a plan, and I was ready to put it into motion. I finally drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Mom was very demonstrative to me. When I came downstairs, she rushed over to me and hugged me and gave me a very long, very wet, very sexy kiss. She hovered over me as she gave me breakfast, always in some way touching me, or having her hand on me. When I left for school, she again gave me a long sexy kiss, and I felt like we were almost making out rather than saying goodbye. I briefly considered not going to class, but after my thoughts of last night, I knew that I needed to go. I extricated myself from Mom's hug and left for school.

Classes were boring that day, so practice afterwards was a blessed escape. We worked hard on baserunning, and I was drained by the time I hit the gym. But I pushed hard, wanting to get bigger, stronger, hit more home runs and attract the attention of the big-school scouts. I showered, got dressed and went out to the parking garage to my car. Instead of going down and exiting, though, I went up to the top floor where there was no roof and good cell reception.

I stopped the car, picked up my phone and went to my contacts, found his name, then pressed "Dad". It rang six times, then went to voice mail. I was just starting my message when I saw that he had called me back. I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jason, it's Dad. I saw that you called." It was as if it had been a day since we talked, not over a year.

"Yeah, Dad, I answered. "Um, I have something for you and I want to come by and give it to you if that's okay with you."

"Well, sure," he answered. I'll text you my address. When do you want to come by?

"I was thinking tomorrow after practice. I'm playing baseball for the Community College."

"Oh, that's great!" he replied. What time do you finish?"

"Usually about 5:00," I said. "I can come over right after that if you're going to be home."

I didn't even like talking to him on the phone. I'd rather strangle him than have a conversation. Dad, however, continued. "So, what is it you're bringing?" he asked.

"Well, I'd rather just give it to you in person. Mom doesn't think I should, but I really want you to have it."

"Okay, if you want to stay for dinner, I can have Joanie fix up something for us." Joanie? Who the hell was that I wondered.

"No, I've got to get home to study. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Jason," he said. "I'll see you then.

He never even asked how I was doing after not seeing him for a year. What a piece of shit.

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I drove home and Mom greeted me at the door with another sloppy, wet kiss. I think that the experience the night before had really fired her up and I wondered if she was ready to take it all the way, letting me slide my cock all the way into her. I told I wanted to change into some comfy clothes, and she told me to take my time because we were going to have a special dinner and she wasn't quite ready yet.

I lingered in my room, checked my Instagram, then went back out to the living area. It

was

going to be a special dinner because I came out to see that Mom had turned out all the lights, lit a couple of candles, and was sitting at the dining room table completely naked with a glass of white wine in her hand.

"We're having naked dinner," she laughed. "Why don't you disrobe and join me?" She gave me a very coy grin. I quickly shed my shorts and T-shirt and sat down opposite her on the towel she had placed over my seat cushion.

She started dishing me up: She made a dish she called Messy Pork Chops, along with pasta and broccoli. As she dished each item up, she named it and then handed me the plate.

"Do you know what we're having for dessert?" she asked with a huge smile on her face.

"Nuh-uh," I answered.

"Each other," she squealed and started laughing.

Although I felt very focused on the two things I wanted that week, and wasn't really feeling in a light-hearted mood, that got me. I laughed along with her and said that dinner looked great, but the best part was going to be the dessert. I felt Mom's foot on my knee.

"You know, if you scoot up a little bit, I can probably reach a little further with my foot," she told me. I did as she requested and felt her foot slide up the inside of my leg until it met my flaccid penis. She began to fiddle with it with her foot and it started to grow. "Now eat your dinner while it's hot, honey," she cooed and smiled again at me.

As I ate, she continued fiddling and I got harder and harder. I could see that her nipples were like bullets, so I knew it had the same effect on her. She removed her foot and took a few bites of her food and a sip of her wine. Then she scooted her chair up a bit and when she resumed, she did so with both feet, my rigid cock in between them.

"Don't you want to eat, Mom?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Don't you want a foot job?" she answered with another question. "I don't think I can do both at the same time."

"Well, the dinner's really good," I said, "but you can always reheat it later." I laughed.

"Oh, baby," she answered. "I love you so much." She watched me eat while she gave me a long, slow foot job, and when I finished the food, she dropped her feet, stood up and came around the table.

"Scoot out," she directed. When I did, she plopped her naked butt in my lap and put her arms around my shoulders. She looked at me lovingly for a moment, then leaned in for a kiss. It was a long, slow, wet kiss with lots of tongue and lots of passion. I began caressing her full breasts.

She broke the kiss and leaned towards my ear. "I've been waiting for you all day," she whispered. "I couldn't wait for you to get home so we can do that again."

"Can we do more?" I asked without thinking. As soon as I said it, I knew it might be a mood killer.

"No, baby," she said softly. "But isn't that more than you thought we'd do?" She squirmed on me, rubbing her butt against my still-hard cock. "Just the tip, sweetie," she whispered. "No intercourse, just the head can go in."

I reached down under her knees and stood, picking her up as I did. I carried her to her bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. The room was candlelit as well, the covers pulled down from the bed. When I joined her, she crawled up on me, then spun herself around into a 69 position and took my cock in her mouth as she lowered her pussy onto my face. She was already very wet, and I licked and sucked her without hesitation. Her engine had been idling all day, and dinner got it revved up. She was already in high gear, I could tell. I began focusing on her clit and reached under the pillows, searching for something. There it was: the dildo.

As I kissed, licked, and sucked her pussy, I brought the head of the dildo up to her opening and slowly slid it in. She moaned as I did. I slowly withdrew it and, sucking her clit into my mouth and motoring my tongue over it, I slid the fake dick back in slowly and deeply.

"Oh my God," she moaned. That feels so good." Then, in a statement that I wasn't completely sure I understood the meaning of, she added, "But not as good as the real thing."

She let my cock pop out of her mouth, spun around, and leaned over me, and still on top of me, and put her breasts in my face. I licked and sucked on her nipples, biting them and using suction to pull on them until I let them pop out between my lips. She yelped in ecstasy each time a nipple popped out of my mouth. I had never been this rough with her breasts, but she was egging me on. I was pulling on her nipples, biting them as I did, and it only ramped up her excitement.

She sat up and began camel-toe sliding on my hard shaft. I lay on my back, gazing up at her beautiful breasts, beautiful hair, and beautiful face as she rode my cock, sliding it up and down, pausing each time the tip got up to the top and grinding her clit against the head of my cock. She was as wet as I had ever felt, and my entire pelvis was coated in her juices. She was drenching us both.

In a smooth motion she lifted herself off the shaft of my cock, raising herself up above it. She reached down, took hold of it, rubbed the tip up and down the soaking length of her slit once or twice, then held it right at her opening.

Slowly, she let herself down on it. First, just enough so the hole at the end of my cock was in her. Then another inch.

"No intercourse," she panted. Then an inch inside.

"Don't come in me," she moaned. Then another inch.

"Don't push," she groaned as she lowered herself another inch and I felt the mushroom head pop into her.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, and started orgasming. To this day I do not know how she had enough control to not just let herself fall onto my hard dick, impaling herself as she came, but she somehow resisted. She popped the head in and out as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. I wanted so badly to just shove myself up inside her, but I had vowed not to until she told me she wanted me to.

Also, to this day, I have no idea how I resisted, but I'm glad I did. It's not how I wanted it to happen, with her still resisting.

When her orgasm subsided, she raised herself up off me, then got up on her hands and knees on the bed, exposed ass in the air, and said, "Get the lube from under the other pillow and lube up me up. She reached around behind herself and began transferring her natural juices from her cunt to the crack of her ass. "Rub it up there and come on me," she panted as I dripped the lube into her crack.

I crawled up behind her on my knees and slid my cock into the crack of her ass. It was slippery with her juice and the lube. I started to run my hard shaft up and down the cleft, taking care to push the tip against her pink rosebud each time it passed.

I could see her hand groping for the dildo on the sheets and I moved it closer so she could find it. She took it and immediately shoved it deep into her vagina and started rubbing her clit with her other hand as I pushed the tip of my cock against her ass opening. It entered just a tiny bit. She moaned, but reached back with her clit hand and pushed me away

"Not inside, baby. Just rub it up against that part." I withdrew and put my shaft back into the cleft of her ass and began pumping it up and down in time to each plunge of the dildo into the depths of her vagina. We built to a crescendo together, moving in time, building excitement and momentum until we both exploded simultaneously, me spurting fountains of white cum onto her back as she keeps repeating "fuck, fuck, fuck," as each portion of her second climax of the night hit her.

I fell onto the bed, and she curled up alongside me. We were both breathing heavily and took a moment to catch our breath.

"We need to do the dishes," I said after my breathing became normal.

"First, I need to have something to eat," Mom replied. "I only had a couple of bites of my dinner, you know. I must have been distracted by something." We got up and Mom reached for her robe, but I stopped her.

"I thought we were having naked dinner," I reminded her.

"Oh, that's right." She hung her robe back up on the hook. "I guess this stays in here."

We went back out to the dining area and Mom put her plate in the microwave to heat it up while I cleared the rest of the table and started on the dishes and pots and pans. Mom watched from the dining room as I moved about the kitchen, my flaccid penis flopping from side to side as I worked.

We didn't talk much. She chewed and I cleaned. Finally, after putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher I sat down at the table across from her. "Um, there's a couple of things I want to talk about," I started.

"Okay, honey," Mom said, still not finished with her dinner.

"The first thing is that I'm worried that Dad won't pay you the other payments" She looked surprised that I had brought this up.

"Jason, you shouldn't be concerned about that. That's my concern, not yours. He'll pay."

"He's a weasel, Mom," I answered. "He's going to think 'out of sight, out of mind'. I know it. I know him." I looked her right in the eye. "I'm going to talk to him tomorrow after practice. I'll be late coming home."

"Honey, you shouldn't do that," was her response.

"I already talked to him today and he's expecting me. I'm going to do it." Mom was chewing the last bite on her plate. "Don't try to talk me out of it, because it does concern me. If I'm the man of the house now, then I need to protect you. Things have changed, you're not just my Mom anymore. You're my......." I searched for the right word. Girlfriend wasn't it. Woman wasn't it. It finally came to mind. "You're my partner, and I'll stand up to anyone who might harm you or do you wrong."

"Oh, my sweet baby," Mom said, and I could see that she was on the brink of tears. Before she began crying, I slightly changed the subject.

"That's settled, but there's one more thing." She sniffled once, then looked at me with her full attention.

"What is it, baby?" she said, searching my face.

"I want you to reconsider your boundaries." She looked a little surprised that I had been so blunt but didn't speak. I looked back at her, wanting what I had said to sink in. Finally, she spoke.

"Why, Jason? Why do you want me to reconsider my boundaries?" There it was. What she said early on: 'Ask for what you want and give good reason why you should have it.' This was the final lesson.

"Because we're already doing it, Mom. And everything has changed, but nothing has changed. I'm not the whiny little oppressed kid I was when this all started. You're not the self-doubting woman you were, feeling worthless. We are both different people now, better people, and it's because of each other."

I continued, "This isn't going to end when I go to university. You're going to come with me. We're going to be together as partners, not as mother and son. Nobody will know us there, and they'll just think it's a little odd that I have an older girlfriend, but that will be it. We can live with that. Nothing will change except where we live. We will be together as a couple. Think about it, Mom. You already know that." Now the waterworks were starting. Her face scrunched up and she began to sob.

"I do know it," she said. "At least, I've hoped that's what would happen. I love you, Jason."

"I love you too, but I'm also in love with you," I answered. "The reason I want you to reconsider your boundaries is because I want you as my woman, not as my mother. I want us to be together that way." I thought for a moment, then added, "Judy."

"I want to, I really do," she answered with tears in her eyes. "It's just been so hard to let go of seeing myself as your mother and recasting myself as your lover, your partner. Every step of the way, I've said that we'd go no further, but every time we have and every time it has just deepened my feelings for you. I want to, I really do."

"So, can we do it?" I asked bluntly. "Really do it, no stopping at the head?"

"Not tonight," she answered right away. "I need to give this deep thought and make sure I'm doing the right thing." She looked at me beseechingly. "I need at least one more day to consider everything."

"That's fine, it really is," I reassured her. "Tonight, tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now. It's up to you. I just want you to understand where I'm coming from. For me, this is no longer a passing thing that will end at one point. I'm all in, and I want you to be as well."

By this time she was weeping, and I got up and went over to her, pulled her up from her chair, took her into my arms and held her. We stood there for five minutes or more, our naked bodies tight against each other, our arms around each other, our mouths meeting in sweet, gentle kisses. Then I heard her murmur, "I need you to love me again. Let's go to bed."

We did, and I didn't even put the head inside her. I held her, kissed her, caressed her, and in the end we just slowly rubbed our stuff together until she had a light climax, then I finished right after her on her stomach. I slept the entire night in her bed.

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The next day was the day I would execute my plan against my Dad. It was a very simple plan and wouldn't take long. I never saw Mom in the morning, she was still in bed when I left. The day seemed to drag on through classes, practice, and gym time. I quickly showered at the gym and took off for my dad's house which, according to the text he sent me, was about a half hour away on the other side of town.

When I pulled down his street I was impressed with the neighborhood. Evidently my dad did have a lot of money if he was able to live in a neighborhood ritzier than ours, even after a costly divorce. I found the address, parked the car and approached his door, ringing the doorbell. He answered quickly.

"Hello, Jason," he said as soon as he saw me. "Look at you, all grown up." He stood aside and motioned for me to enter. There was a wide entry hall, and as I walked through the door I saw a woman standing about ten feet away in the living room. This must be Joanie, I thought to myself.

"Look, kid, sorry about not getting in touch with you. You know, after your Mom dumped me, she really took me to the cleaners and......." He never saw it coming.

I knew there would only be one punch, and I put everything I had into it. I caught him square in the face and he fell back as his knees buckled beneath him. Joanie screamed and disappeared. He lay on the ground, dazed, and I walked up and stood over him. I gave him a push with my foot to get his full attention.

"Look, you piece of shit," I barked. "Don't start with me about what Mom did to you. What you did to her was inexcusable and you should probably go to jail and rot in hell because of it." Joanie reappeared with her phone in her hand and was furiously punching in a number.