The cool interior of the house was a welcome relief for Billy as he stepped indoors. The intensity of the heat of mid December was stifling and BILLY was glad to be inside the air conditioned house once again. 'Hi mum,' he called out, really just checking to see if his mother, Jenny, was home.
When he received no reply, Billy knew that he was alone in the house and that he could make good use of the time he had at his disposal. He went straight to his parents' bedroom and wasted no time in pulling a pair of his mother's panties from her underwear drawer.
He had no particular fetish for women's underwear, it was just the single minded attraction he had for his fifty year old mother. He thought his mum was pretty hot stuff, OK, she may not have the tight body of a teenaged girl, but her figure was still curvy where it counted and slim at the points where it was meant to be slim. Billy knew his mother's underwear size was 16F on top and 18-21 below since he'd held her lacy brassieres in his trembling hands often enough, visualising how she would wobble when she moved, and wishing he could one day cup her weight in his hands.
Billy replaced the filmy panties in his mum's drawer and slipped from her bedroom, he had other things to be getting on with on that hot afternoon and he needed to focus his mind on the task in hand, rather than fantasise about his ripe mother. He was studying photography, and it was his ambition that one day he should qualify as a photographer in his own right. He had some equipment at home and full use of the darkroom and chemicals at work so he was able to indulge his passion for photography to his hearts content.
Billy had taken innumerable exposures of outdoor scenes, mountains, the ocean, city landscapes, etc etc, but he was having enormous difficulty finding a live model to pose for him. He had managed to convince a couple of friends to pose for him, but they didn't take it seriously and that showed through quite obviously in the contact prints that Billy produced of his works.
He had looked in the trade papers for models that advertised their services and was dismayed by their fees. That was the little problem he was mulling over that afternoon.
'Hi, anyone home?' Jenny called out as she burst into the house, eagerly anticipating the blessed cold of the air conditioning after the heat of the day.
'Just me mum,' Billy replied, walking into the kitchen where Jenny was pouring a glass of orange cordial.
'Ah! That's good.' Jenny put her now empty glass down next to the kitchen sink. She turned and looked at her son. 'How's it with you today babe?' she asked.
'Er... fine,' Billy replied, forcing himself to look straight at his mother's pretty face. He was struggling though, since the abrupt change in temperature had caused Jenny's large nipples to stiffen, they were plainly visible under her cotton sleeveless top in spite of the bra that covered her generous mounds.
'I've had a long, hard day today sweetie,' Jenny sighed deeply, showing the strain of the day through her knotted shoulders. 'I think I'll have a bath now instead of a shower,' she continued, speaking more to herself than her son.
Billy took the opportunity that presented itself. 'How about a massage then mum?' he asked, trying hard to keep the hope out of his voice. He'd been giving his mother soothing massages since he'd given her a voucher for her birthday years before when he was just a kid. His intent had been to let her have time for relaxation, where he would give her massages. It was something that Jenny had never put a stop to in spite of her son's increasing maturity. He was nearing twenty two now, and Jenny didn't appear to think that her son massaging her was in any way inappropriate.
'Hey, that sounds great,' Jenny replied. 'I'll just take my bath first,'
Jenny padded out of the bathroom with wet feet, her footprints marking the route to her bedroom. Billy followed his mother into her room and watched as Jenny slipped her cotton robe from her shoulders. His cock thickened when Billy saw his mum's back and bare buttocks but he couldn't see her large breasts or pubic bush since Jenny kept her back to him on purpose.
Jenny lay face down on her bed and Billy sat next to her, reaching for the bottle of aromatherapy oils with trembling hands.
'That's lovely baby,' Jenny sighed luxuriously as Billy smoothed away the tension from her shoulders. He poured more of the sweet oil onto his mother's back, and began to knead and finger her smooth skin, taking great care around her spine because of a prolapsed disc. Billy allowed is fingers to stray down to his mother's sides from time to time, his hands moving closer and closer to her breasts where they were squashed beneath her body.
Previously Billy had restricted his massages to his mother's back and shoulders, but on this occasion he was very aroused, due in no small part to the fact that he'd been feeling the soft material of her panties and fantasising about how she would look wearing them. His prick was as stiff as iron in his shorts, the hot tide of lust making him reckless, and he allowed his fingers to creep lower and lower down Jenny's exposed back towards the twin globes of her well padded buttocks.
'I think that's enough now honey,' Jenny said as Billy kneaded her soft fleshy arse cheeks. She heaved herself up onto one elbow and looked at her son directly and Billy couldn't help but look at her breasts as they hung heavily, swaying with her abrupt movement.
Billy flushed with embarrassment when Jenny stopped him from progressing further with the massage. His discomfort was heightened when he saw his beautiful mother looking at the tented front of his shorts where his thick hard on was pushing the material outwards.
He stood wordlessly and rushed from the room. He was confused by what had happened. Billy loved his mother dearly, as any normal son would, but he also had a deep sexual urge for her. He thought she was beautiful and desirable, he knew there were problems with his parents' relationship and he was desperate to support his mother during her time of need, all of the childish love he felt for her somehow mixed in with the growing lust.
Some time later Jenny knocked on her son's bedroom door. 'Can I come in?' she called.
'Sure mum,' he answered somewhat abashed. He hadn't seen his mother since he'd fled her room, his stiff cock betraying his arousal.
Billy was examining his camera equipment when Jenny entered. 'Can I talk to you honey?' she asked in a quiet voice.
He had an idea of what his mother wanted to talk about and blushed a deep, hot red. 'Er, sure... I guess,' he replied.
'I think I owe you an apology,' Jenny said, confusing her son a little. Why was his mother apologising to him? He was the one who had the hard cock over his own mum. 'The massage...' Jenny was blushing herself now. 'I shouldn't have let things go so far,' she continued gamely. 'It's not fair on you, I should have known what would happen but I still think of you as my little boy. I didn't think that my body would have such an effect... I'm sorry...' She tailed off, not knowing how to continue.
'Please mum,' Billy aid hoarsely, his throat constricted with emotion. 'I didn't mean to touch you like that... You're so beautiful... I love you...' He tailed off this time, not knowing how to articulate the strong feelings he had for his mother.
There was a long pause as they both looked at each other, both struggling with the intensity of the moment. 'OK baby,' Jenny spoke first, breaking the mood. 'Show me some of your stuff.'
Billy and his mum spent the next few minutes looking at his photographic work. 'You do have a talent for it,' Jenny said sincerely after examining several dozen prints.
'Yeah,' Billy replied, his earlier discomfort slipping magically away as he spoke with enthusiasm about his passion. 'I need a live model though, and they're hard to come by, generally too expensive,' he said, not realising how his words could be interpreted.
'Perhaps I could model for you.' Jenny spoke without thinking before adding, 'Oh! Sorry darling, I shouldn't have said that,' when the impropriety of her words registered. She'd just broached the awkward subject of the massages and now she was virtually throwing herself at her son by offering to pose for his camera.
That would be so fucking cool, Billy thought to himself as his mother left him in his room, alone with his thoughts.
Billy fantasised about his mother's body, picturing her big, swaying tits and his cock grew stiff immediately. He pulled his throbbing prick from his shorts and lay back on his bed. As he tugged viciously at his hard shaft Billy imagined his mother lowering her sticky pussy down over the dome of his prick, bending forwards to let her big jugs dangle onto his face. It took less than a minute of hard yanking and fevered imaginings before his hot semen gushed forcefully from the eye of his penis.
He cried out with the pleasure of his release, the thick spunk spattered across his belly and chest when he had let fly indiscriminately, not caring where it landed. When he was fully recovered from his shattering climax, Billy wiped the sticky goo from his wrist and hand, using his t shirt as a mop.
Another hour or so passed when Billy heard the sound of his mother's raised voice coming from the lounge. He went to investigate and was just in time to hear his mother shout into the phone before she slammed the phone down hard upon its cradle.
It appeared his father was going to be late again, judging by the one sided conversation he'd overheard. This had become more and more of an occurrence just lately and merely served to fuel Billy's concern for his mother's well being.
'He out again mum?' Billy asked, following his mother into the kitchen where she was fumbling with the top of her pain relief bottle.
'Yes,' his mother replied shortly, throwing the tablets down her throat.
The tears welled in Jenny's eyes as she struggled with her frustration and anger. Her shoulders heaved as she gave in to the sobbing that overwhelmed her. Billy stood helplessly and watched his mother's heartbreak. He did the only thing he knew to do, and went to her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging tightly.
He sniffed his mother's fresh scented hair as he held her in his arms, the soft sweetness of the oils he'd massaged into her supple sin earlier reached his nostrils. In spite of the fact of having ejaculated only an hour earlier, Billy's treacherous cock thickened against the fresh jeans he'd put on.
