Later that evening Jackson heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He said, sitting up a bit on his bed. He was now dressed in shorts and t-shirt. His mother hesitantly walked in. She was now wearing a dress, though compared to the last time Jackson had seen her anything would have covered more.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure." Jackson smiled. Obviously she was as uneasy as he was about what had occurred earlier. Jacey sat on her son's bed, banishing quickly the image of him naked, his thick, throbbing cock pressed between her buttocks...
"About earlier..."
Jackson couldn't help but eye his mother up and down, he now knew what a killer body lay beneath that dress, and that she was now totally shaven. He cursed his cock for twitching. "Don't mention it, Mom. I'll understand if you just want to forget it."
Like you I could ever forget it!
"Technically we did nothing wrong..." Jacey burst out.
You did! You let your son help you shave your pussy then had an orgasm as his cock thrust up between you!
"Please don't feel bad."
"I don't I promise!"
No way! That was the best wank I've had in ages! Shit, shut up!
"We don't have to tell dad do we?"
"Oh God no!" Jacey replied a little too fast.
Because it was so wrong!
"He doesn't need to know, Jackson. Besides, I think he'll be shocked enough as it is when he sees me."
Why did you say that??
Jackson smiled as his eyes shot between his mother's legs, knowing she was talking about her newly shaved pussy. He started to imagine it; he had seen it very close up. But not actually touched it...
Why are you even thinking like that? You don't need to touch it; she's your mother!
"He's home tomorrow isn't he?"
"Yes!" Jacey burst. She needed her husband home. Her need for a cock between her legs, in her hands, her mouth was getting unbearable.
You had one between your buttocks earlier... Stop it! That is NOT OK. But why can I feel myself getting wet? Oh shit, just one more night to get through!
"Are you coming down for something to eat?"
I can think of something I'd like to taste...
The thought shot into his head before he could stop it. "I'll be down in a sec, mom."
"Why not now?" Jacey asked, innocently. Then she saw Jackson's expression, her eyes dropped to between his legs,
is he hard again? Did he not cum before? Course he didn't. He's your son! He wouldn't have wanked over you, just because you did over him!
"Oh, I umm... Sorry, I can leave you to take care of... that." Jacey said nodding to her son's tent.
"Mom..." Jackson said, showing embarrassment again.
"Well you can't walk around the house with it can you?"
You could sort it out for him... No, shut up!
She reached under her son's bed and found the magazine that had started their whole game off in the first place. "Here, dinner will be ready when you are." She smiled and walked out.
Jackson sat there; his mom had seen him hard, again! Though at least this time he was clothed. The magazine slipped onto the bed. He pulled out his cock, he didn't need the images in the mag, he just closed his eyes.
This is so wrong, she's your mom! But fuck she looked good... It's just a wank, it's not like I'm actually fucking her...
That was what he kept telling himself as he pulled on his cock to thoughts of his mother once again. This time he was between her legs, licking and sucking his way up to her smooth pussy, tasting it first hand, she was moaning as she pinched her nipples. It wasn't long before she was cumming over his face, Jackson licking up her juices. He got on his knees, holding his cock in one hand he aimed it at her wet hole, guiding it in.
Just as the fat head of his cock entered his mother he exploded all over his hands.
Oh fuck. I'm in trouble!
Jackson found it hard to make eye contact with his mother over dinner. He ate quickly and then disappeared into his room mentioning how he was going to go for a run. He had to get out of the house and clear his head. Stripping down to nothing, he pulled on his jogging bottoms and a t-shirt.
Jacey had noticed how her son was reacting to her over dinner. She felt bad, she knew it was her fault. She had taken the game too far, and now he couldn't even look her in the eye! Then she remembered what Jackson had come out in last time he went for a run.
Maybe he's picking the game back up?
She should have realised it was her horny sex-starved mind that was running her thoughts and stopped them.
Jackson came out of his room and stood where he had last time, Jacey turned, expecting to see the small shorts, she felt a pang of sadness when she saw the jogging bottoms.
Why are you sad? You don't need to see more of him!!
She walked over to him,
"No little shorts this time?" She smiled.
Was she expecting me to come out in those shorts again? She wants to see more? No, stop it; it's just your imagination!
"They're not exactly decent." Jackson smiled back. "Hence the joggers."
"Oh I don't know. They weren't that bad."
What are you doing? Control yourself!
"C'mon, show me them again, I'm sure you'd be too hot in those joggers anyway!" Jacey couldn't stop herself.
It's only looking and it's not like I haven't seen more of him recently... And felt... Get a grip!
"I can't show you, mom!" Jackson said, he was about to explain why, but Jacey cut him off.
"You can, don't be shy, look, here!" Jacey grinned, and before Jackson could stop her, she grabbed his jogging bottoms and yanked them down, squatting as she did so in front of her son.
"Shit! Mom!" Jackson cried out.
Holy shit!
Jacey gasped to herself, as Jackson's cock was released just inches from her face. It hung there, thick, resting atop his large balls. The fact it was shaved bare made it look a fair old size even when soft. Jacey could feel the heat coming off it, the aroma filled her nose.
Neither of them moved. Jackson was frozen to the spot, begging his cock not to grow now. Jacey knelt there in stunned silence, just staring at it. She had felt it hard between her buttocks, but not actually been this close to see it. She licked her lips without realising.
