John cross was a good kid, he lived at home with his mum and dad, enjoying a relatively normal childhood, but he started to notice his parents arguing, the raised voices rising from downstairs as he watched his TV in his bedroom. Eventually his father left. He wasn't told why, not really, just the old line about mummy and daddy not being able to live together anymore. Loreen Cross was a peach, she had impossibly long legs, a great ass and long curly hair. She liked wearing high heels and short skirts, heads turned wherever she went but she never seemed interested in anyone after her marriage broke down, nobody knew why, she could have had her pick, and she obviously enjoyed the attention, but she dedicated her time to working at the local dental surgery and taking care of John.
John would often notice how lovely his mother looked, it was just human nature, some days when she would be dressed up, her heels accentuating her shapely calves, John would have very impure thoughts, but didn't all teenage boys? The 80s were a tough time and when John finished school there were very few opportunities, having attended a career fair, he was seduced by the glossy brochures of the merchant navy, it had decent prospects, not bad pay and he wouldn't have to go to college or pay rent.
Loreen cried when John told her of his plans, she didn't want to but it broke her heart, the thought of her boy leaving was almost too much to bear, but she knew he had to follow his heart and it wasn't a bad choice really. When the time came for John to leave, his mother drove him to the train station, as she drove her mini, John couldn't help but stare at her lovely thigh muscles as she operated the peddles, her legs really were a work of art and damn it if his dick wasn't starting to stiffen.
They arrived at the train station car park, Loreen had already started to tear up, she apologised but said she couldn't take him to the train, it was too much and she didn't want to embarrass him. She asked for a hug and as they embraced in the car, she began to sob, John felt so bad, but he had made his decision and he had to go, he rubbed away one of her tears with his thumb, the son comforting the mother for a change, and as they locked eyes, Loreen leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. They had never kissed on the lips before, and Johns dick responded in kind, it wasn't like a parental kiss, it seemed more intimate. Loreen opened her eyes and looked as if she had done something wrong, John kissed her again, quicker this time and made his exit saying he would call her when he arrived.
Loreen lay back against the seat in the car and let the tears flow as she watched her son leave, God she was so proud of him but had no idea how she would function without him.
Function she did though, and fairly soon she threw herself into her work, her life consisted of earning money and taking care of the house. She lived for the phone calls from John and was so proud hearing about his training. When the time came for him to come home for the first time she felt like a kid on Christmas eve as she prepared food and got his room ready for the homecoming.
John had matured a lot in the 6 months he had been away, and when Loreen saw the strapping lad walking towards her on the concourse of the train station she could barely believe it was him.
John hugged his mum tight and picked her up, he was amazed how light she was, and he hoped she had been eating properly, she did look good though and as usual she was wearing her trademark skirt and heels, showing plenty of leg.
The next few days, John was treated like a king and he really enjoyed being with his mum, they would eat well and spend the evenings on the sofa watching movies together. One of Johns friends from school had joined the police force and had just finished his training, he called and asked if he wanted to have a few beers, John didn't want to leave mum but she pushed him to go, she told him he deserved it and he shouldn't be spending all his time with an old woman, she was pleasantly surprised when he told her she was far from old and would give most young girls a run for their money.
On Friday night John went into town and met his friend, he was with a couple of his new police mates and they had a riot, there were beers first, then shots, it was carnage, young men who had arrived in adulthood and were letting off some steam.
At pub closing time, John was feeling absolutely shitfaced, one of the guys suggested a club but John was in no fit state and his friend dutifully put him in a taxi.
John managed to get his key in the door, no mean feat considering he was seeing double, and made his way stealthily upstairs. He really didn't want to disturb his mum so he crept into the bathroom as best he could. He manged to clean his teeth and drank some water from the tap before shedding his clothes on the floor and falling heavily onto his bed.
He thought he slept, but all of a sudden the room started to spin, oh shit, this wasn't good, he felt horrible and before he knew it he started to puke.
Despite Johns stealthiness, Loreen had heard him from the minute he slammed the front door, she heard him vomit and although she found it amusing that he was so fucked up, she had to make sure he didn't choke in his sleep. Pulling on her dressing gown, she went into his bedroom and saw him convulsing on the bed, clad only in his underpants, he had vomit on him and was in a lot of distress.
The smell was terrible, she helped him up and pulled him to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet and after cleaning his face, and cleaning his teeth for him, started to feed him water. There was vomit all down his chest and the front of his pants, he looked a sorry sight.
Loreen got a washing bowl from the kitchen and cleaned him up as he sat on the toilet apologising. His body was clean but the awkwardness came when she helped him remove his soiled underwear, she hadn't seen her sons private parts since he was a kid, she tried not to stare, but couldn't help it as curiosity got the better of her.
She saw that there wasn't any vomit on his crotch but she took the cloth and washed him anyway, her heart fluttering as she felt his penis under the cloth. John was coming to his senses and knew what was going on now, but he let his mum wash him anyway. The water was cool but his dick started to respond to the stimulation, and soon he had a substantial semi erection going on, it wasn't fully hard, probably due to the drink and he was thankful for that. What must his mum think of her son getting hard while she was cleaning him, he was ashamed.
Loreen felt him harden under the cloth, she was shocked, but she knew she had instigated it, he didn't even need cleaning there, but she had done it, she removed the cloth and watched his penis flop lazily over towards her hand, the first one she had seen in years, she was entranced.
'Come on you, let's get you to bed' she said, helping him up. She took him to her room, his bed was still a mess. She put him in the bed and pulled a sheet over him. She leaned in to kiss him goodnight.
'Where are you going Mum?' he asked.
She told him she would sleep on the sofa but he wouldn't hear of it and got out of bed saying he would take the sofa, she watched him, naked as a jaybird, trying to do the right thing. Her love for him made her heart thump, what a fine young man he had grown into.
They argued about who would take the sofa when she took the authoritative tone of a mother and told him he was sleeping here, she pushed his chest and giggled as he fell into her bed. He looked up at her, smiling, then suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Loreen yelped as she fell on top of her son.
'Nobody needs to sleep on that sofa' he said 'there's room for both of us'.
Loreen sighed as she rolled over to lay beside him, 'OK, just try not to puke again, OK?'
Loreen woke first, she was still wearing her dressing gown, but it had come open during the night and her son was laying on her, his face next to her bare breast, his thigh over her leg and she could feel his morning erection against her. Torn between pushing him off and holding him, she remained motionless, she had no idea what to do, had she instigated this situation? John was in such a state last night but Loreen had only drunk two glasses of wine when she decided to wash her sons penis, who was the bad guy here?
As she thought of his penis, a wicked feeling came over her, she slowly let her hand slip lower and finally let it touch him. His cock was rigid, she watched his face, barely allowing herself to breathe as she stroked her fingers up and down its length, praying that he wouldn't wake up. She gently rubbed it for a while when he suddenly moaned, she stopped dead, terrified he had woken up, she didn't dare move.
Johns eyes didn't open, but he rolled over, almost on top of her, his cock pressing between her legs and his face between her boobs. Loreen daren't breathe, what the hell would she do if he woke up, could they look each other in the eye if they woke like this?
Loreen pretended to be asleep, looking at the top of his head through barely open eyes when she felt her son take her nipple into his mouth. She groaned, equal parts pleasure and shame as he sucked on her breast, was this some memory from his childhood? Yes, that must be it, she justified as he started to suckle her. To her shame, she felt her nipple harden in his mouth, oh my god, she thought, she was enjoying this.
It was ok, this was just him sleep sucking, nothing sexual, she would let him finish and slip out before he woke up. As she lay her head back she felt herself getting wetter between the legs, oh wow, hard nipples and a wet pussy, what was she doing reacting this way to her son, it was so naughty but she couldn't help it, she ran her fingers down her own belly towards her pussy, a quick touch wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?
As she parted her legs, John sensed the movement and shifted position, his erection now actually touching the folds of her vagina lips, Loreen dared not breathe or move, he was practically on top of her now and there privates were touching. Ever so gently, Loreen opened her legs a bit more, and once again, John sighed onto her sticky breast and as he moved his hips, his cock head pressed into her vagina, she was so wet that it had easy access, now was the time to stop, she had to, this was her son, but oh it was an age since she had felt so sexual and desired, the fact that he was asleep meant it wasn't voluntary. Loreen arched her back slightly, she opened like a flower and John slipped slowly inside her as she shuddered in bliss.
