A few days earlier Kevin had caught his mother in the shower and, thinking that she hadn't seen him, he had watched her masturbate before retreating excitedly to his own room, suddenly needing to do exactly the same.
But he had been wrong, very wrong. Not only was she aware of his presence but she had actually put on her display deliberately, enjoying exhibiting herself to her son. Afterwards she had walked in on him while he played with himself and had then taken over to finish him off with both mouth and hands, expressing her delight as she succeeded in making him come, shooting his cream all over her fingers.
She had made no effort to take things any further at the time, simply leaving him to clean himself up, and since then neither of them had even mentioned the incident. Kevin had placed the memory in his mental 'one to remember' file and had reluctantly put it out of his mind, assuming it was an aberration on her part that would never be repeated. Then, as they were watching the television alone one evening she suddenly brought the subject up again.
'Did it frighten you the other day when we did what we did?' She asked, cautiously alluding to it. 'I know you're supposed to be an adult now, but I remember being eighteen too, and I would have been scared stiff at that age. Although maybe it's different for girls.'
He frowned at the inference attached to her "supposed to be an adult" remark, before thinking about it for a minute or so and then answering truthfully, his heart starting to thump at the memory. 'No, but I was a bit surprised.'
'Good.' She nodded with satisfaction. 'I didn't think it would but I wasn't sure, and anyway I know you enjoyed seeing me in the shower.'
That much was certainly true. She might be his mother, but that didn't stop her having a beautiful body. His cock was beginning to swell in recollection.
'I liked you watching me. But you know that, don't you?'
He nodded and smiled shyly.
'I bet you'd like to watch me again, wouldn't you?'
He couldn't truthfully deny it but he didn't have the nerve to admit it either, because it was ingrained in him that watching your own mother at such times was taboo. He just sat and looked at her mutely.
'And I bet you'd like me to finish you off again, wouldn't you?'
His mouth had gone dry and his heart was racing, but he still couldn't bring himself to agree. But this time she wasn't going to let him stay uncommitted.
'You would, wouldn't you?'
He nodded without speaking, silently acknowledging the truth.
'Then shall we go and sort that out?' She looked meaningfully at the bulge in his trousers.
He glanced down at his guilty crotch, feeling his face redden.
'Come on, then.' Without waiting for his assent she stood and made her way to the door, pausing in the opening for him to join her. 'Let's go upstairs.'
He followed her meekly, finding it hard to come to terms with what was happening, watching her climb the stairs in front of him and wondering what was in store this time, his mind denying the obvious. She paused at her bedroom door, glancing back and smiling at him reassuringly as if understanding his turmoil. He smiled back nervously and followed her into the room, his eyes drawn to the double bed that she had shared with his father until he had walked out on them. Now it seemed he was to take his father's place in both senses of the word.
She stood at the foot of the bed, her back to the mirrored wardrobe that filled the wall, and reached around awkwardly to pull down the zip on her dress, letting it fall around her feet to stand in her bra and panties. She stood motionless for a short while, intentionally showing him her front but also revealing her back view in the mirror. He had to admit she was a very attractive woman despite her age. He'd never looked at her in that way before, but now he was seeing the woman instead of the mother, and he liked what he saw.
For a few moments she stood motionless, just enjoying letting him look at her, but then she walked across and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling it clear of his waistband and pushing it from his shoulders to fall to the floor behind him. His hands instinctively rose to try and stop her, but by then her fingers were already undoing his belt and pulling urgently at his zip, not giving him time to object until he was dressed simply in his socks and boxers.
'You can do the rest, can't you?'
She spoke with her eyes fixed hungrily on the bulge in his shorts. He would have liked her to finish undressing him, but he understood that letting him remove those last garments was her way of being sure of his consent. He nodded and nervously put a foot on the bed to take off his sock, watching her reach back and unclip her bra at the same time. He knew he was tacitly agreeing for them to do things together that were taboo, but with his cock iron hard and his heart pounding with excitement he could only let himself be swept away with the moment.
Naked, they stood just looking at each other for a few moments, her gaze on his purple-tipped erection and his switching between the dark fuzz of curly hair at the join of her legs and her heavy brown tipped breasts. Both of them were already breathing heavily and he could see that she was trembling slightly, whether from anxiety or anticipation he wasn't sure until he felt his own body begin quiver and knew it was from both.
She pulled her gaze from his cock and smiled at him, indicating with a sweep of her hand that he should lie on the bed, and then waiting for him to comply before lying beside him, he on his back and she on her side, propped on one elbow so that she could look at him. He stared at the ceiling, his eyes sometimes flicking sideways towards her, unsure what she had in mind and waiting for her to take the lead, his hands remaining by his sides and his cock standing rigidly erect.
'You've become a very handsome young man.' She told him finally. 'Better even than your father in the looks department.'
It was an accolade that caught him by surprise and made him smile automatically, even though he knew almost instantly that there was more to it than a simple compliment.
'I think you'll get to be better than him in other ways too, don't you? I loved him, but he was never the world's most exciting lover.'
He just smiled again and remained silent, not wanting to trip himself up with an incriminating answer. She chuckled softly at his caginess, her breasts bouncing slightly and catching his eyes. Her hand reached out and delicately wrapped itself around his erection.
'You've certainly got a head start there, and that's a fact.'
'Thank you.' He whispered, finally acknowledging her praise.
He knew that she was going to wank him off, but he wasn't sure what else she had in mind and he turned his head to look directly at her, their eyes making and holding contact while her fingers played along his cock, a tiny smile of amusement playing around her lips. She was clearly enjoying being in charge and a sudden flash of insight told him that she had never had that chance with his father. He didn't mind, knowing that she would almost certainly take him further than he would be prepared to go of his own accord. Her fingertips trailed back and forth along the length of his shaft, her gentle touch making his cock jerk from the sensations and he gave himself up to the forbidden pleasure.
The suddenly his eyes caught their reflections in the mirrored doors and he watched them briefly, able to use their images to calm the remaining anxiety he felt by seeing just a stranger enjoying the attentions of an older woman rather than a son submitting to his mother.
Her fingers crept down to his balls, stroking his sac and drawing his attention back to the bed. He spread his legs a little to give her access, the delicate feeling of soft fingers tip-toeing around and under his balls making him draw a sharp breath of pleasure between his teeth. His own fingers were grabbing at the bedsheet and he was rapidly reaching the point where he wanted her to simply take his cock in her hand and wank him properly. She chuckled sexily, the sound coming from deep in her throat.
'Nice?' She asked.
'Yes.'
'Would you like me to suck you?'
The little flutter of anticipation in his belly answered that. He rolled his eyes involuntarily at the thought, causing her to give another sexy little chuckle before she shuffled down the bed a little way, her question answered.
Her fingers moved from under his balls to wrap around the base of his cock, holding it upright as she lowered her mouth for the tip of her tongue to flick out and touch the very end of his cock. She glanced around, looking back up at him, smiling softly before putting out her tongue and licking the head of his cock again with several quick dabs of her tongue. She chuckled again, the deep sexy sound almost like a big cat purring, and then ran her hand up and down his shaft, staring intently at his cock as the ring of her finger and thumb pulled his foreskin back and forth in long slow strokes. He waited, wanting her to take him in her mouth, but silently putting up with her tease because he knew she would do it in the end.
'Do you want me to let you come in my mouth?' She asked him, suddenly looking at his face.
The question shocked him, both for its unexpectedness and because of its content, but there was only ever going to be one answer and he knew it.
'I'd love you to.'
'So would I.'
She lowered her mouth again, this time closing it fully over his cock, her tongue swirling around the head in long circles, making him groan in expectation. Then after a minute or so she moved, adjusting her position without releasing his cock so that she could raise and lower her head over him more easily and more rapidly, taking him further into her warm wet mouth but obscuring his direct view with the back of her head. Her hand was now moving in combination with her mouth, wanking him at the same time, deliberately working to make him come.
He glanced again at the mirror, craning his neck slightly to look around her and finding that he could see the reflection of her mouth sliding along the end his cock with her hand moving rapidly to and fro below it. He watched, detached but fascinated, seeing the two people at play as if unconnected to himself, and yet at the same time feeling the beginnings of a climax warming inside him. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting the growing climax take over.
'I'm going to come soon.' He announced, feeling a quick squeeze on his cock acknowledge his warning.
He opened his eyes, seeing the back of his mother's head rise and fall more quickly, feeling her mouth sucking at him more urgently while her hand moved rapidly, increasing the sensations in his cock and building the pressure in his balls.
'I'm coming.'
This time she didn't answer except to redouble her efforts, her unseen hand wrapped firmly around his shaft and pistoning up and down as fast as she could while her mouth stopped moving, closed over his cock in anticipation. He felt the pressure build until finally, with a deep moan, the dam burst and he began to pour his cum into his mother's waiting mouth, spurt after spurt spraying onto her tongue and flooding her throat while he grabbed at the bed beneath him to try and prevent his hips from jerking and ramming his cock down her throat.
